TRUNKS eased into his office, nodding as he spoke over his cell phone and as he walked further into his office he set his briefcase down and nodded. "Yes, yes, I believed the trade went well, we are looking to expand more in the following year. For now, we have twenty global branches of Capsule Corp." The conversation ended and he set his phone down and then his eyes widened.

A single cupcake sat upon his desk and he remembered what had occurred upon that desk only the night before. He looked at the desk and in the early morning sun, the rays revealed a woman's delicate imprint of her backside upon the glass desk top. His hand rose to rub his lips and his chin as his groin tightened at the sight of the impression. It reminded him that he had not finished his dessert with Pan. He pressed a button upon his desk and a voice called, *YES sir?*

"I need a maid to come clean my desk and my office, I will step out while they do so."

*YES Sir.*

He picked up the cupcake, left behind his briefcase and decided then he would pick up where he had left off with Son Pan.

PAN stretched in her seat and shook her head. She would never understand why they had work events on Thursday evenings. She squinted to look over the computer screen in front of her and arched a brow as she could hear someone entering the lab. She rose from her seat to greet her guest and she went stiff at the sight of Trunks. "Eh, Mr. Briefs, what can I help you with?" He had come to ravish her upon her desk, as he had done to her upon his own, but the events from the night before had invaded his mind.

"I came to discuss Leon Puck with you," he reasoned. Pan nodded, "Oh, okay…? What is it?"

"I noticed last night that his daughter is not too fond of you, and that you and he were rather close last night," he said. Though the information was personal, and not really professional, she knew that because she had interacted with the man at a business event. She knew then she owed Trunks a professional answer. She reasoned a reply. She responded, "Mr. Puck was one of my professor's in college. After his wife died he needed more time to raise his daughter. As you know I received my job from your mother, but when the director's position opened I offered it to him knowing he could enjoy a nine to five job." Trunks leaned back against a table and then she noticed he held the cupcake she had brought for him in one hand. She felt a blush slowly ebb its way up her face. "So, it is safe to say you have had no personal accounts with him?" he pondered as he began pulling the paper from the cupcake.

Pan's eyes flicked up to look back into his as he continued to unwrap the cupcake. And his eyes held her gaze as he licked chocolate icing from his thumb. "Pan, I want to finish my cupcake," he said and she felt a smile curl her lips. "Now? So early in the work day?" He took a big bite from the small cake and eased over to her, he brought his hand up to her lips and his chocolatey fingers pressed past her luscious lips and the soft pad of her tongue licked his digits. "Yes, I didn't have any breakfast," he supplied. He ate the rest of the cupcake, tossing the wrapper away as Pan eased back and admitted, "Your mother will be here soon." She saw him eased back from her and lean back onto the table. He looked at the clock and said, "I can wait. But I wouldn't want you to come to my place again." She felt a smile curl her lips and that innocence returned, as she said, "You still have the key to my apartment in the city. I can meet you there." Trunks felt a wave of pleasure cover him as he agreed. "Very well." And with that he rose from his lean and left her.

At the doorway Bulma found him and smiled, "Ah, honey!" She hugged him and asked, "What were you doing here?" He smiled, "Pan left something in my office, I came to return it."

"Oh how nice of you," she said, "well, have a good day at work."

"You too mother." Bulma walked into the lab and looked to Pan and Pan hid her blush as she looked over a bit of armor that was laid out upon a table. "You're here early," Bulma noted and Pan nodded. "Yeah, I had a hard time sleeping, figured I would just come in early." Bulma walked to her as she eased into a lab coat. "Are you okay dear?" Pan smiled for her. "Of course." Bulma had a devilish smile curl her lips and Pan eyed her. "So, I found out from Bura that you have a new man," she said. Pan merely laughed. Her nervousness was gone now that she knew Trunks was out of her hair for a few more hours. "It's nothing really, just a fling." Bulma nodded, "Uh un, you know Vegeta has taken a liking to this man, whoever he his. He knows, but won't tell me." Pan felt her heart skip. "Really now? I'll remember that."

"You should. Vegeta is a pretty good reader on character."

"Even if it's biased?" Pan countered and Bulma merely laughed.