TRUNKS looked at his watch and sighed. Though this had been a trip for work, he never expected to spend so little time in his hotel room. He hadn't been given a single moment to rest and he walked into the hotel relishing the thought of sleep before he walked into the bar. What was the harm in enjoying a drink before he had to get on a plane to head home? He stepped into the low lit venue and down the small set of steps that led towards the bar. He eased onto one of the barstools and pointed a finger as the bartender took to him. "For you sir?"

"A whiskey, neat," he ordered and the bartender nodded and pondered, "Which whiskey?"

"Your finest." Trunks eased his phone out of his pocket and looked it over. Though it had rung plenty of times throughout his business trip and he had seen plenty of texts from his frequent women not a single one had come from Pan. He felt almost irritated by it and then the screen lit up and he saw a text from his sister.

*WHEN are you getting home?* He took up his drink as it was served to him and took a sip, he paused to enjoy it, the burn felt good, and seared his senses. He flicked his finger to unlock his phone and then responded, *TONIGHT.*

Ding!

*DO you want to join Goten and I for dinner?* He thought about it, not that his sister's cooking wasn't good, he didn't really want to eat just as he would get home. He wanted to relax. He was honest with her, after going every day with mind wrecking sex, he had had a difficult time concentrating on his work here. *I'M thinking of going to Pan's.* A pause. Another Ding! *SHE'S away for business, didn't you see her facespace?* His brow furrowed and he chose to not respond, it would reveal to her that he cared. He took up his phone then and did something he had not done ever, he stalked Pan upon her social media account. And sure enough, there was a new image in her feed where she was sitting back on a beach, sunglasses covering her eyes as she smiled and the caption read, Love my boss, enjoying my time on this business trip! His hand tightened on his glass and he shot back the liquor.

Was she not wishing to be with him? He had expected her to be wanton and waiting, craving him as he remembered craving her the nights he spent alone here. He tossed his phone back into his pocket, threw a bill onto the bar and before he went to ease off of the barstool he heard a voice whisper at him, "May I spend some time with you?"

He paused and looked back at the owner of the voice and found a busty brunette smiling wistfully at him. And though he knew himself well enough to know he would gladly take her to his room, he was honestly too irritated and too tired to do so. He walked to her, leaning into her height and she smiled a smile that was all too inviting. He forced his ki on her, saw her begin to tremble, and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear and said two words, "Not today…" He pulled another bill out and called out to the bartender. "Whatever she wants," he ordered and as he pulled away from her a blush stained her cheeks and he hooked finger along her jawline. "I don't think you'd be able to handle me dear." And she had gone breathless and he crookedly smiled as he straightened his suit coat and buttoned it as he left.

He was brought back to his previous thoughts and knew then, Pan was not like that woman. She was unlike any other woman he had been involved with. It really was no wonder why she hadn't contacted him. She was independent and he knew that to be a trustworthy trait. He decided then that he would pack up and head to the airport.

BURA opened her front door and smile at her brother. "I thought you would be joining us," she teased. She took his bag from him and he stepped into her home enjoying the warm smells that wafted to his nose. She set his bag aside and called, "Goten, look who made it!" Goten's head poked out from the kitchen and he smiled. "Eh! Trunks!" He clapped a hand to Trunks' shoulder as Trunks hugged him and then Goten pulled away and turned back to the kitchen.

"Bura, you really should watch it when you're cooking, the sauce almost boiled over," he said. Bura shook her head and retorted, "Well, it's not like I'm cooking you took over when you got here." She nagged at him and Trunks watched as she came up behind Goten and hooked her arms under his, holding onto his waist. Goten merely smiled, and stirred the pot before him. Trunks' brow furrowed for a moment as he asked, "Um, what's going on?"

Bura's head rose and in union the two look back at him over their shoulders. "What?" Bura asked. Trunks pointed at them. "How, how long have-has this been going on?" Goten chuckled and said, after tasting the meat sauce. "When I asked your dad to take Bura to dinner, when was that? About eight months ago now." Trunks eased out of his suit jacket and shook his head. "How did you guys stay away from the paparazzi?!" he exclaimed and Bura pulled away from Goten and cupped her brother's face, "That's because you're so wrapped up with them, that they don't pay much attention to me."

"Alright! Food's ready!" Goten said happily as he served up three plates and each one of them took one up and headed to Bura's dining room table. Trunks' took a seat and then as he peered around his sister's home he realized something. He asked, "How long have you been living here Goten?" Goten blushed madly and he shook his head. "I-I don't live with Bura," he replied nervously, "I haven't asked Vegeta about that yet." Bura took Goten's hand and kissed his knuckles, and asked, "Were you thinking about asking him?" Goten smiled for her. "I want to wait a bit longer before we settle down, he still isn't took keen on me being here all the time. I am thankful that he's finally stopped 'dropping by' every day," he reasoned with her and Bura nodded. "Me too."

Settle down. That put a thought in Trunks' head and he asked. "Why hasn't Pan settled down?" Bura's eyes widened and Goten frowned at his best friend. "Why would you bring her up?" Trunks looked at this sister and knew at the sight of her flustered face and how she frantically shook her head, she was admitting to him that she had not disclosed Trunks' actions with Pan. So, Trunks shrugged and said, "I've seen her recently at work, mom is having me review her work on the new Saiyan armor." Goten nodded and merely shrugged in return.

"She isn't too keen on being tied down," Goten said as he took a big bite of food. Trunks frowned again. "But wouldn't a woman of her age be looking to settle down, she's almost twenty seven," Trunks said. Goten laughed and Bura gulped as she took a bite of her own food, merely listening, knowing she may say something that would give Trunks away. Her brother had always been better at hiding things, and keeping himself separate from real life. "That's rich coming from you," Goten teased, "you're almost forty Trunks and you've never thought once to get married."

Goten finished his food rather quickly, noting Trunks had not eaten anything yet, "Are you not hungry?" Trunks sighed and nodded, "Yeah, traveling," he excused, but when back to their previous subject. Bura saw a look in his eyes, a look that was like someone scrutinizing a bug under a microscope. But before he spoke again, Goten beat him to it. "Pan already tried being married once anyways," he said. He shook his head, "I don't think she plans to get married again." Trunks' eyes widened, yes, how could he have forgotten? He knew it was one of the reasons why she was so independent.

She had married shortly out of high school and was, what everyone thought, happily married until two years after being married they divorced. No one really knew why, and the divorce was a quiet one. He assumed that she had merely been too young and in love with her ex-husband. The real world must've crushed their fairy tail life.

His phone dinged. He pulled it out and saw a match for a meetup and he arched a brow at it. He paused, thinking about opening it, and knew then, that he didn't not want another woman in his bed just then, he wanted Pan. So he deleted the notification. His eyes slipped up to look at Bura and her eyes smiled for him. "What is it?" He shrugged and tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Just an email, I'll read it when I get home."