PAN winced and stretched, and then her back cracked. Bura's eyes widened and Pan slowly stood up. Her eyes met Bura's and she slowly said, "I'm going to kill your brother." Bura arched a brow and looked over the dress she held up to herself, she stared at her reflection and tilted her head. "Well, onto to other news, are you going to the company event tonight?" Pan sighed and stretched up, and contorted her back as she eased down to the floor onto her stomach. Bura eyed her, "Stop doing yoga and answer me!" Pan eyed her and flopped onto her back, enjoying the relief she finally felt. "No, I didn't plan on it," she admitted. Bura's eyes widened when she realized that Pan was pouting. "You're upset my brother didn't invite you!" she exclaimed and Pan shook her head.
"I am not! I just-well, it's something more shallow than that," she said bashfully and Bura's eyes widened. She shook her head. "What is it?" Pan sat up, crossed her legs, and smacked her chin into the palm of her hand as she mumbled, "I have nothing to wear. I didn't go out and buy a dress…" Bura laughed at Pan's shyness and she snickered. "You could've just asked!" she exclaimed. "Go pick something out, you and I are almost the same size!" Pan smiled up at her with a girl's smile and shot off into Bura's closet. Bura called, "Just remember I can't be by your side tonight, Goten is joining us as my date!"
"No worries!" Pan called as she began thumbing through all of the gowns that Bura owned. Being Bulma's daughter she knew the apple did not fall far from the tree. Bulma splurged on clothes and gowns, as did Bura and Pan's eyes fell upon a dress she knew Bura must've bought, but never would have worn. She lifted it up and off of the closet rack and eased back out of the closet. "Bura," she called as she saw Bura sliding into an exquisite buttery yellow evening gown that enfolded her curves before it flared into an a-line skirt with a small train. Bura brushed her hands down the front of it and nodded. "This will do," she murmured and then her head rose to look at the find that Pan found. Pan held a simple black evening gown, but Bura's grin broadened. It was a dress that was long sleeved and cut across the collarbone, but she knew it was completely backless and although Pan's breasts were well rounded, her backside was her best feature.
"This one," Pan said and Bura merely shook her head. "You really are a tease," she said and Pan smiled cheekily. "Should I pick a different one?" Bura shook her head and said, "No time, the stylist will be here any minute." Pan hung up the dress and looked over it with witty eyes. She fingered the sleek material and asked Bura, "How do you feel about me sleeping with him?" Bura sighed and her lip curled for a moment before she admitted, "It's weird that you're sleeping with him, but I haven't seen you this happy in a while." Pan kissed her cheek and said, "That's because he keeps me distracted."
Pan looked up at Bura's calendar on the wall and her eyes widened. "It's Trunks' birthday?" Bura's gaze trailed up to where Pan looked and she nodded. "Sure, but he doesn't really celebrate it anymore, his work life is too hectic." Pan tapped a finger against the date and tilted her head she smiled back at Bura and Bura arched a brow. "What?"
"I want to surprise him!" Bura sighed heavily and shook her head, "Fine, but don't do anything romantic. You like the sex you're having, you better not think too seriously."
BURA walked into the event, her evening gown clinging to her womanly curves and as she entered, her mother and father walked into the small crowds and her eyes searched for her brother. She eased over to him and greeted him as any sister would, she hugged him, greeted the guests he was visiting with and then quietly smiled for him and he turned and she turned with him.
Trunks frowned at his sister and then, in his hand, she slipped a small piece of paper and said, "I hope you enjoy your night. Goten is waiting on me." Odd he thought. Bura usually monopolized his time, claiming that he should spend time with his family more often and then he bowed politely to his guests, "If you'll please excuse me." He looked upon the note in private and away from his date. And it read, You have a package that has arrived in your office. It is urgent you open it. Again his brow furrowed and he looked over the note and then up at his sister who was watching him closely. She lifted her glass to him and then turned away, kissing Goten, making the young man blush.
Trunks arched a brow and looked about seeing no one watching him, so, he decided he could sneak away for a few minutes. He eased through the crowds and a hand caught his and he looked down at Serena, his date. "Trunks you said you would dance with me!" He arched a brow. She was the director's daughter and although her father had no leverage over Trunks, Trunks still complied to his requests to amuse his needy daughter. Trunks had only made the mistake of promising her a dance. He smiled for her though, his boyish, sweet smile and kissed the inside of her wrist. "I must take care of something for work. Give me a half hour at most," he reasoned. She pouted, knowing he focused heavily on work, and scoffed as she turned away and said, "I will find someone else." He chuckled at her and then walked to the elevators that led upstairs to the top of the building where he had access to his office.
He pressed a button and eased into the lift, his hands rested behind his back and he rose to his office in the nice quietness of the elevator. He could not think why Bura would have him open a package in his office, after all, it was his birthday, but not very many people knew that. It was not made public knowledge that he would be thirty nine this year, and he sighed. He was getting so very close to forty and yet he felt as if he had nothing to show. He let out a sigh and then the doors opened and he walked out and passed his secretary's desk before he eased into his office.
Dark, no lights were on, and he frowned as he looked around. He walked over to his desk and from there, he could see the festivities happening across the way on a lower floor. He touched the window and sighed. Nothing, there was no package and then a soft glow surprised him. He turned and his eyes widened at the sight of Pan holding a single cupcake with a single candle in it. She was smiling so sweetly, and was wearing an evening gown, it was basic, black, but hugged her like a second skin. It was all too revealing though her cleavage was covered. Her head tilted and all he could do was stare at her, and at her beauty.
"What- " he began, and then she whispered, "Happy Birthday Trunks." The candle glowed, lighting up her face and she watched him. "Are you okay? Make a wish?" she asked and he took the cupcake from her hand, roughly blew out the candle, and set it upon his desk. Pan's brow had furrowed in confusion until suddenly his hands were on her, curling around her and pulling her close. She shivered. He felt his heart begin to pound as his large hands touched the naked plane of her back, his hands lowered, tracing her flesh and goosebumps pimpled her skin. Pan had worn a dress that was modest in the front, but the back was open until the fabric covered just above her backside, before it fell into a trumpet shaped skirt.
Trunks had pressed his face into the crook of her neck and his hot breath sent chills down her spine. She was trembling and slowly he pulled away and then whispered, "I'm sorry…you look so beautiful but," he kissed her, "I'm going to ruin you…because I don't have much time." With the heels she had on it made her eye to eye with him and nothing was sexier than her being able to stare directly into her eyes. They twinkled at him and she smiled.
"Ah," she began, "I didn't come to seduce you. It's your birthday." His hand cupped one of her breasts through her dress, rolling her nipple between his fingers. And with that he kissed her. Her eyes widened, but his hands came up and curled pleasurably into her hair, knocking the pins loose. He kissed her lips, kissed her cheek, then her mouth once more. "You shouldn't have," he grumbled against her skin. And he swung her around to press her back onto his desk. Pan stiffened up and he paused as she shivered. "The glass," she complained, "its cold…" Another shiver and he smiled with an arched brow as he pulled his tuxedo coat off and pulled her up into his arms, laying it out underneath her. She felt herself melt back onto the desk as his jacket was warm and smelt of him. She watched as he ran his hands through his hair and chuckled at the sight of her laid out before him. He caught up her legs and she went to protest, "The dress is tight…"
"I can see that," he teased as he crushed the fabric in his hands, pressing it down to pool around her hips and his breath left him as her long legs rested up onto his shoulders, a position she found he favored, and he found she wore a shockingly pink thong and stockings. "Pink," he laughed, "I thought you said you weren't seducing me?" Pan brought her hands up to cover her face as she mumbled, "Lingerie under a pretty dress is a must…" He looked down at her and saw she wasn't looking at him, instead she had turned her head away, hiding her blush in the darkness of his office. He kissed her calf, massaged her thighs and pulled her hips until his cradled hers. She was jumpy and he could only guess why. He smiled wickedly. "Pan you're so innocent sometimes," he laughed. She jumped and went to snap at him until he folded her legs over and pressed his lips to hers, stopping her. He pulled back and the dress strained, he could hear a stitch or two pop and his head tilted as he licked her lips, nipping at her bottom lip. "You really didn't come here to seduce me," he repeated and she shook her head. He smiled and eased into his desk chair, letting her legs drop to hang off of his desk. She slowly sat up and slicked her rustled hair back into the pins that had fallen loose.
And then she froze as his hands returned to her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. "Trunks!" He smiled and said, "I may as well help myself to your cupcake, after all," he looked up at her and she stiffened up, his head dipped lower, "it is my birthday." And she felt his face nuzzle into her womanhood. Her hands shot onto his head, but too late, his hands had already peeled aside her underwear and his tongue delved into her folds. Her back arched and she shuddered when his fingers pressed into her while his teeth nipped at the flesh at her inner thigh. His fingers pulsed in and out of her and she felt her head spin while his tongue returned, slowly tracing her lips before his teeth nicked her clit. Pan's thighs clamped around his head as his fingers curled inside of her and hit that spot that would drive her wild. "Ahghhh! Trunks!" She cried out and her hands clasped into his hair, holding on as she rode out her climax. He kept his mouth on her, latched to her and she shuddered as her hips bucked while his tongue continued to tease her.
He eased back into his seat as he pulled her legs up to curl over his shoulders and he set his chin onto her lower stomach watching her. She had removed her hands from his hair and was resting them on her forehead as her head stopped spinning. He rubbed his face along the smooth silkiness of her dress and then caught the fabric and pulled it down, covering her legs once more. He rose and Pan slowly sat up, her face flushed, and he said, "I have to go." He pulled his jacket from underneath her and she nodded and he left her with that smug smile that seemed to always tease her. She heard his office door shut and then she slipped off of the desk and peered about wondering how she was going to get her heart to stop racing. And then her eyes lowered to look at the party and her eyes went wide seeing Vegeta staring up at the office and she knew, he'd seen everything. She whipped away and forced herself to calm her breathing and to lower her heart rate as she dashed off to the party.
BURA came to her brother and handed him a drink. "Did you enjoy your cake?" she asked and his eyes smiled at her. "Of course."
"Oh look! Pan made it!" Bulma said and Bura saw Trunks choke on his drink from his mother's outburst and his eyes lifted to find Pan walking into the event, and his eyes widened as he found her hair to be perfectly coiffed back into its pins and her makeup was pristine while her smile was wide as she greeted fellow coworkers and friends. Bura rolled her elbow into her brother ribs, "Did you think she wouldn't make it? All she had was a gift for you." He took in his sister's words and knew then that Pan had spoken the truth, she had not met him in his office to seduce him…
Pan eased over to them and she smiled for Bura, hugging Bulma, and carefully her eyes looked at Trunks as she said, "Mr. Briefs." He nodded and took another sip of his drink. Pan looked over the crowd, saw a bar across the way, the dancefloor in the center of the room and just behind it stood Vegeta at the large glass windows. She watched him turn, his eyes searching the crowds before they settled on her and she watched as he didn't miss a beat. He set his drink upon a server's tray and walk through the dancing peoples before he walked clear over to them and then Pan felt nervous as his dark eyes more into her. "Vegeta," she said softly. And in front of everyone he said, "He will break your heart." Bura's jaw fell open and again Trunks choked on his drink while Bulma frowned at Vegeta. "What are you talking about?" she snapped and Pan merely smiled and handled the situation perfectly. "He can't break my heart if I don't give it to him," she countered and Vegeta arched a brow, he smirked at her. "You think Bulma cannot break my heart, you never plan to give it. You have no choice." Pan's eyes widened once more and she shook her head. Bulma looked over Vegeta and snapped, "What are you talking about?" she repeated. Pan replied, "He is taking note that I have a new man in my life and needs to realize it's none of his business." Vegeta merely chuckled and shrugged. "Very well. Woman," he said as he looked at Bulma, "I would like to dance with you." Bulma's eyes widened as she smiled sweetly at her man. "Aw honey, do you feel romantic?" she teased as she hooked her arm in his and he guided her to the dancefloor. Bura gaped at them as they left and then looked back at Pan who stood just beside Trunks. Bura eased to her side and eyed her brother and Pan.
"Uh," she began until a voice interrupted them. "Trunks!" He felt his toes curl in his shoes as Serene made her presence known once more. "You were gone for more than half an hour!" she exclaimed as she popped herself in front of him and said, "You promised to dance with me!" Pan's wide eyes looked over the young woman, who could not be any older than twenty and her brow furrowed at the sight of her. She had blue eyes and blonde hair, skin that look as soft as clouds and her juicy pink lips gleamed in the low light of the event. And then the young woman's eyes looked over Trunks, then arched a brow at Pan and Bura. "Are you done with him?" she demanded from Bura while eyeing Pan. "And who are you?" she asked stiffly. Pan looked at her, then at Bura, and Bura stiffened seeing a gleam in Pan's eyes. Pan faced the girl and leaned in and said, "My name is Son Pan, I am the director of the production department." Serena stiffened as she heard her father call for her, "Serena!" A man, no older than Trunks appeared and huffed and puffed. "Don't run off like that," he reasoned and Pan arched a brow as the realization struck Serena, Pan was her father's boss.
"Ah, Ms. Son, I didn't know you were going to be here."
"Daddy, no one asked you," Serena snapped. Pan was smiling wickedly in a way Trunks had never seen and she smiled for the man. "Leon," she said. "I forgot how willful your daughter is." He rubbed the back of his head and said, "She just had to come, after all, I didn't have another date." Pan smiled sweetly for him and reasoned, "I would have been your date, there is no reason why a child should be here." Serena huffed and tapped her foot. Pan arched a brow and said, "Leon, would you like to dance?" He nervously stammered and Serena stomped her foot much like a child would and went after Pan, until Trunks caught her shoulder and said, "You wanted to dance?" Bura gaped at her brother before she shook her head and walked away as they made their way to the dance floor.
Serena made the move to step closer to Trunks, but his strong hands took hers and held her at an arm's reach. What had just happened? What was with that look in Pan's eyes? And then, he saw, just over Serena's shoulder that Pan and Leon were dancing. They were close, but not glued to one another, revealing that she knew Leon better than just a coworker. "Why are you staring at her?" His eyes lowered to look at Serena and he asked, "Is there something going on between them?" Serena's nose shot into the air as she snapped, "As if! She just feels sorry for daddy, that's all." Trunks chuckled, he knew why, Serena was quite the handful, she was needy and pouted anytime she didn't get her way. He shook his head and realized then that he really didn't know anything about Pan.