Pan trudged into work on Monday morning and although she had had a wonderfully peaceful weekend, Saturday she worked with her family harvesting, and Sunday she had spent most of her day in bed, lounging around her house. Having sex every day with Trunks had made her remember how empty her home was though, and how lonely she had become in the quiet house. Where she was used to seeing him everyday, to spend time in his arms even it was just for lust had been nice. She was in a foul mood though, and upset with herself for having herself feel like this. She knew she was feeling just like any other woman he would add to the notch in his rather grand belt. And she inwardly cringed at the thought of being one, even though, to put it bluntly, really she had signed up to be one.
And really, what she was irritated about was that he hadn't even picked up the phone to call her or even text her but, neither had she to him.
Her hands tightened into fists as she walked into the lab and Bulma smiled at her as she entered. "Good morning Pan," she greeted and at the sight of Bulma's smiling face, Pan felt her anger dissolve. This woman was Trunks' mother and although wickedly smart, she still had not caught on what was going on between her son and Pan. Pan looked at her and felt a smile curl her lips. "Morning," she said kindly. Bulma's smile turned shockingly sweet and Pan's head skewed to look at her. "What is it?"
"Well," Bulma began, "I have something for you two do." Pan arched a brow and Bulma explained. "As you know Vegeta picked up all those materials for us and, well, he did not make the best impression, so I thought maybe you could go and get the next batch? You could take your time, take a few days off of work?" she offered. Pan thought about it for a moment and then nodded, a few days away from work would be rather nice actually. She shrugged and asked, "When do I need to go?"
"Tonight," she supplied and Pan stiffened. Trunks would be back by tonight. She asked, "Could I go sooner?" Bulma's eyes widened and she shrugged. "I don't see why not, you could take the flight tonight, or leave now I guess…"
"I'll fly there myself, then fly home on a plane to bring the materials back."
"What about packing?" Pan smiled and rushed over to her desk and rummaged through it for a moment before she pulled out a small case and revealed herself once more. "I've got a whole week's worth of packing in these capsules," she stated and Bulma pulled her glasses up onto the top of her head and motioned for Pan to follow her. Pan followed her into her office and watched as Bulma wrote down some information and handed the note paper to Pan. "This is where it is, let me know when you get there and I will schedule a private plane to get you. I don't want any commercial flight ruining the product." Pan nodded and neatly folded the paper into her pocket and set off.
She rushed downstairs and out the lobby and took off to the skies. The paper had read that she was going south, close to the ocean. She relished the thought of the sunny skies and soft sea breeze air. She barreled through a burst of energy to rush herself, she wanted nothing more than to see the rolling waves on the beachside. It didn't take her long, only a half hour's time at most and she slowly landed just outside of the city that sat at the edge of water. She pulled out a capsule, threw it down and smiled at the sight of the motorbike before her, she took out her riding glasses and pressed a small button at the side of the arm. One of her favorite vehicles and she plunked herself onto it and took off into the city. An earpiece was slipped into her ear as a mic dropped just at her lips. She waited for the ringing, and then heard, *HELLO?* Pan smiled. "I'm already here Bulma, what time will I be meeting with the supplier?"
*NOT until tomorrow morning, I told them you were flying out tonight,* Bulma said and Pan nodded as she started up the motorbike. She revved the engine and said, "Well, I'm going to enjoy a bike ride of the coast before I settle in for the day."
*THERE'S a reservation at the Seaside Hotel for you, under my name of course,* Bulma said and Pan felt her smile broaden. "Thank you Bulma." Bulma smiled over the line, and with her words, Pan could hear her smile as she spoke, *HAVE a good time!* And with that Bulma hung up the line and Pan sped off to ride around the outskirts of the city before she was dumped onto the seaside highway. She smiled at the beautiful high sun and the glittered sea water and knew she would enjoy herself.