PAN carted herself into Capsule Corp with a large grin on her face as two men carted crates behind her. She pulled her sunglasses off her face and knew she was glowing. Even though she was very fair skinned, she knew the right way to spend time getting a good tan, even if it had only been four days. She walked into the lab, found Bulma, but she stopped dead seeing Trunks standing before his mother. She didn't realize that his presence would put a damper on her good mood, but she pushed through and called to Bulma.
"I'm back~!" Bulma's head rose as Trunks face her, and she waved a hand at the crates. She smiled a girl's smile and Trunks felt his heart pound as she came to Bulma and said, "I fixed everything, Vegeta really did do a number on the men there. They were terrified that he was the one coming to pick up the materials again." She laughed and Bulma looked over the materials as the men began unpacking it and placing it out on the various tables.
"Pan! There gave you far more than what I ordered!" Bulma exclaimed and Pan smirked. "Well, as it would turn out, I went to school with the supervisor. I'm sure you remember my dad's old classmate, Sharper? His son, well, Sharper Jr., gave me the hook up." Trunks' felt his hands tighten into fists, had she received more than just a materialistic 'hook up'?
Pan walked up behind Bulma and squeezed her shoulders. "What do you think?" Bulma smiled down at the product and said, "I like how you got more colors than just navy and black…" Pan nodded and said, "Thank you. I thought you would like that, plus I'll be able to model more colors now. And with our clientele is broadening its perfect." Pan turned and eased up onto the table as the two men helping her finally left and she looked at Trunks and asked, "It's been nearly a week since I last saw you. How was your trip?"
He arched an annoyed brow and Pan noted then, that maybe she had interrupted a pervious conversation between him and his mother. She interrupted him, before he could reply. "I'm sorry, should I go? You were here with your mom, I didn't think I was intruding, but maybe-"
"No, you weren't," he said flatly. "My trip was exhausting, boring to say the least, and my work is not finished yet." Pan watched happily as Bulma was cheerfully looking over every little item. "What more do you have to do?" Pan asked and Trunks eased closer to her, leaning against the table across from her, knowing his mother was busying herself he changed the subject. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving town?"
Pan blinked at him and said easily, "It was last minute, for your mom. She needed more supplies after Grandpa and Vegeta already tested through the prototypes." She was looking at him with no remorse, nothing. And he sighed. She really was just a girl sometimes. And then she eased off of the table and traced a touch over his thigh, watching Bulma closely, her fingers grazed the front of his pants, and ever so carefully cupped him, until his hand snapped down, stopping her. "Have you been itching to see me…?" Her head tilted to look over his tie, and she pulled her hand from his and reached up and tightened it for him. He watched as she looked up at him through long lashes.
One moment she could play the act of a girl and then in the next, she was the seductress he knew she could be. He saw her eyes flick just over his shoulder and she turned away from him then and went to the other side of the lab. "Pan?" Bulma called, but Pan was already at her side, smiling for her. "Found something you like?"
Trunks' phone ran and Pan's head rose to watch him pull it out and he arched a brow at it. He calmly answered it and said, "I told you not to call me during work hours, consider our contract void." Pan's eyes widened at the monotone of his voice and she gulped as she quickly looked away, hiding her surprise.
"Mother, I'll be going," Trunks said, Bulma smiled for him and said, "You'll come over for dinner won't you? I have a suit I want you to try on." He looked at his watch and said, "I have plans with someone, maybe afterwards?" Bulma shook her head and eyed him, she popped her hands onto her hips and shook a finger at him. "If I find you in the tabloid again for being with another woman, I will dethrone you young man." Pan hid her smile and Trunks gaped at her, "Mother-"
"You need to cool down your love life before it gets you in trouble!" she countered and then Trunks merely laughed at her. "I will be there tonight," he said with a sigh, "I'll cancel with her." Bulma's eyes widened. "I knew it!" He laughed more and finally turned away and then left the two women to their work. Bulma shook her head. "That boy is going to get himself into trouble one of these days," she groused and Pan nodded before she said, "He is nearly forty you know?" Bulma nodded, "But these men in our families, their age doesn't matter, they don't stop!" And then Pan blushed, knowing it was their Saiyan blood that drove their libido and what Bulma didn't realize is that Pan had that same blood running through her veins. Bulma said, "I have a suit at home for you as well if you want to join us tonight." Pan went to protest before Bulma added, "Bura would enjoy it." And then Pan nodded. "Yeah, I'll come."
TRUNKS patted his stomach at the end of dinner and smiled for his mother. "Your cooking is so good!" he complimented and Bulma waved a hand at her son, and countered, "Its nothing compared to Chichi's, but I do try." Vegeta nodded. "Kakkarot's wife cooks well," he agreed. He looked at Pan and asked, "Do you have any skills when it comes to cooking?" Pan sadly shook her head, "I can cook, but its in the shadow of Grandma Chichi's food. It all the home grown food she has!" Trunks' shook his head. "You made dinner for me a couple of weeks ago, that was pretty damn good," he reasoned. Bura shot her foot out to kick her brother in the shin. Hard.
He fought back a wince and glared over at Pan, but knew at the sight of her expression that it was not her who had kicked him. He turned his anger to his sister and saw she had frozen and then he got it, his tongue had slipped. Pan felt a blush creep up her face at the compliment, but not only for the complement, but also because Vegeta smiled smugly while Bulma's head tilted to one side, looking at Trunks quizzically. "You made dinner for him?" she asked Pan and Pan shook her head, "It was nothing major. It was for my birthday."
And then Goten frowned and went to argue, until Bura's hand clawed into his thigh. Silencing him. "You cooked on your birthday?" Bulma asked, eyeing her. Pan nervously laughed, "It's silly I know, but they enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it, it was quiet, and that was that. Nothing major, nothing big." She finished and took a hard gulp at the drink she had in front of her. Bulma crossed her arms and she said, "I don't know why you got so nervous all of a sudden, but I will find out why." Her forewarning words made a shudder fall through Trunks and then his mother turned her attention to him.
He smiled for her and she said, "Well, the suits are down in the lab. When you're ready." Pan stood as did Trunks and they awkwardly looked at one another before Pan said, "She has a suit for me as well…" And he merely turned away and she and Bulma followed after him, while Goten stared confused, while Bura slumped into her chair with her face in her hands.
She let her eyes look over at her father and saw him sitting there, his arms tightly crossed and his eyes looked at her before she knew. Her eyes went wide and he growled out a mild set of words before he took himself up and out of his seat and left the table. "Eh, Bura what just happened?" Goten asked and she knocked her fist into his head. "You are so dense like your father sometimes!" she snapped.
And Pan and Trunks eased into the lab behind Bulma. "You're not supposed to wear anything underneath them," Bulma said and Pan gulped down her nervousness and nodded. She turned her back to Trunks as he did the same and they began to strip. Bulma explained, "The male suits are able to sustain themselves against stronger energy blasts now, the suit with absorb the energy, almost like a black top." Trunks nodded as he stretched the pants up over his hips and then reached for the long sleeved top. "I like how you broke the suit into two pieces. It's easier to get on," he observed and Bulma looked at Pan, and on cue the young woman snapped her jumpsuit into place. The long sleeves were comfortable and she said, "Yeah, well keep it to yourself. Why isn't this one broken into pieces Bulma?"
Bulma looked at Pan with a somewhat pleading glace. "Well, I've never made a suit for a woman, yours is a completely new design." And Pan saw her bring out a chalk marker and Bulma came to her. "Now, I know where I can cut the new design. Arms out," she ordered. Pan watched the older woman come to her, and begin dotting her waist, her bust and her hips and her eyes slipped up to look at Trunks, watching him as he stretched and strained the suit. He moved his body and crumpled himself down, before jumping up and stretching his arms across his chest and then nodded. He smacked his hand against his stomach and Pan's eyes widened as he finally looked up and his eyes met hers.
She saw his eyes widen and then she realized that the suit she wore didn't leave much for one's imagination to fill in. Although he had seen her naked before, she felt as if he were memorizing every curve of her body due to the fabric clinging to her like a shiny, wet-looking, second skin. She could only imagine what he was thinking in that moment.
And then Bulma's hand grazed the underside of her breasts and she jumped. Bulma merely laughed at her, and asked, "Should I dull the sensitivity?" Pan nodded. And then Bulma pulled away and smiled with a nod. "That should do it, I will need-"
"Woman?!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma's eyes hardened. "What?!" she yelled back and he called, "Kakkarot and his wife are here!" Bulma sighed and shook her head. "Fine!" She looked back at Pan and said, "I need you out of that, put it on the table so I can alter it." Pan merely smiled and nodded, "Okay." Bulma pointed a finger at her son, "You too." And with that she left them.
And they were alone.
Trunks listened to the door shut and looked at Pan, she had turned her back to him and had begun to set out of the boots she wore, before she pulled off the pristine white gloves. And he took one more second to listen to the guests upstairs to know that he would not be interrupted for a quick tryst with Pan. So, he came up behind her, and she could've jumped out of her skin. She whipped around and glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?!" His arms pulled her close and he pulled at the collar of her suit. "Let me help you," he reasoned. She arched a brow and said, "Go undress and go see your lady friend," she snapped. He paused as she turned away from him once more and took off her other glove. He laughed at her and kissed the nape of her neck, sending chills through her.
"That was a lie," he admitted, "I wanted to make you jealous." She stiffened and he chuckled, he had hit the nail on the head "Who was the person on your phone earlier?" she asked meekly and his smile broadened, "It was another woman, but as you heard I voided our meeting. She failed to listen to me." He kissed her neck once more and asked, "Will you come home with me?" Her head bowed and she said, "I'll ask you for a ride home? I rode here with Bulma." He nodded and then turned away from her and began undressing. She took in a steady breath and realized that she had been excited at the thought that he may touch her here, but there was no way. Their families would have surely found out then, she didn't know how to control her energy levels during sex. She eased out of the suit and redressed herself in her wrap dress and the cardigan she had worn with it. After all, she knew they wouldn't be able to do anything here, because it was far more pleasurable to just let go.
She heard his feet leave the lab and she paused for a moment before she too, left the lab. She eased upstairs and at the sight of her grandmother she smiled and hugged her. "Oh! Pan, I didn't know you were here honey," Chichi said. Pan smiled for her and pulled back, looking her grandmother over. For her age, she looked wonderful, and she knew that Chichi had already barreled through the insecurity of being with her grandfather and his ageless alien self. Her head angled, what she wouldn't do for a love like that? Goku clapped a hand to her shoulder and Pan smiled for him.
"Pan, you ready to go?" Her head rose to look at Trunks, watching him as he pulled his suit jacket on. She nodded. "Yes. Grandpa," she said as she bowed her head for a second, then leaned in, kissing Chichi's cheek, "grandma. I've got to get home. I'll see you both tomorrow?" Chichi nodded.
And with that Pan followed Trunks outside and Trunks said, "You really enjoy spending your days off working?" She shrugged. "It isn't really working if I'm enjoying myself. I like spending time with them and my parents, especially since I'm usually so very busy." Trunks walked out to his car and for the first time, while Pan eyed him, he opened her passenger door and she smiled wryly at him as she eased into his car. He shut her door and he got into the driver's side and Pan pestered, "Dare I say you're treating me like a lady Mr. Briefs?" He merely laughed under his breath. "Yeah, right."