Pan's phone rung and she rolled her shoulders before she brought it up to her ear and said, "Hello?" She and Bulma had stayed busy for the early morning and it was not until an assistant brought them lunch. She enjoyed it with Bulma, gladly eating with her before her phone had rang.
"You spoke with my father," the statement was so low and so threatening she shuddered. She turned to Bulma and said, "I need to take this call in my office." Bulma waved a hand and Pan zipped over to her office and shut the door. "I did not," she said. "He…well, he said, eh-" she blushed to no one. "He said, he could smell you on me, your dad is a total creep." Trunks frowned. "He said what?" Pan sighed, "He must know! But I didn't say a thing I swear!"
Trunks arched a brow and looked out over the city line and he pressed his folded arm into the glass. "I need to know if you want more than sex," he said. Pan shook her head. "You said there wouldn't be anymore," she reasoned and he nodded. "Yes, but I'm finding that I may have lied. The sex is great in fact, but I can't give you any more than that," he admitted. Pan eased back and leaned into her office door.
"You don't want a relationship," she said firmly. Her eyes looked over her hands as she pinched the phone between her shoulder and her ear and he felt his hands tighten. She was right, but he didn't want to admit it. His lips parted and Pan sighed as he said, "Yes, but I don't want you sleeping around." She arched a brow and said, "First off, I will sleep with who I like, secondly, I don't sleep around," she paused and thought about her next choice of words, "I really just like to fool around." She was completely honest with him and then added, "I really have not slept with very many people." His brow furrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" he demanded and she shrugged and explained, trying to help him understand, "I like to fool around." She repeated and he shook his head. "But what does that mean?" She twisted her face with thought before she finally said, "Trunks I have only fully had sex with five men including you." And his jaw fell agape on the other side of the line. "Wh-wha-what?!" Was she really telling him she had only slept with five, five?! Only five people in comparison to his near dozens?! He gulped and she laughed. "Don't get so nervous I'm not going to ask you how many women you've slept with," she joked freely. For that he was thankful, but really?
"But why?" he felt his words pass his lips before he could stop them. She laughed, "Why what?"
"Why haven't you slept with more?" Pan shrugged, and said, "I really never put a lot of weight on sex, especially since I really enjoy foreplay. I like feeling like I have the power to bring people to their knees because of pleasure." There was more to her answer, but she would go to hell before she dare admit to him her insecurities. He gulped, well, he should have gathered that from when she had made him come by her mouth only. Though he knew most men would do the same, he also knew, he was usually able to hold back while a woman pleasured him in such a manner. But Pan, had brought him into an Earth shattering climax.
He sighed and said, "Fine, an open agreement." He offered it and she shrugged and thought about it, "I really don't care if you keep seeing your women," she admitted. "I have no reason to deny you something you clearly want, but I do not want to be involved with them. I want our liaisons to be private and I still get to play around as I like. And when I decide this is over it is over, I accept these terms if you do?" He nodded and said, "Very well." She smiled and he could hear it in her words as she said, "Thank you Mr. Briefs. I look forward to working with you." And with that she hung up the phone.