TRUNKS slipped into Pan's house and walked straight to her bedroom and found her, lying there, her eyes open, almost as if she was waiting for him. "Pan," he began and she merely stared at him. He stood in the doorway and she stared at him with half-lidded eyes. He raised his hands to touch the doorframe and he stood there, hanging. He was truly handsome for his thirty-eight years, and looked wild since his hair was disheveled and his eyes looked dark in the evening light. He said nothing, she knew, because he had nothing to say. She noted he had come from an event, his dashing tuxedo looked wonderful on him. It was undoubtedly tailored for him, his jacket accented his lean waste and his strong shoulders. His shoes even shined in the low light.

He finally released himself from her doorframe and began untying his bowtie. He tossed it away, as if it were nothing, because truly it was. It meant nothing. And she slowly sat up in her bed, the sheets slipped and revealed to him that she was nude except for the opposing cotton sheets. He toed his shoes off and still, she remained as she was, watching him. He knew if he could just touch her, show her, prove to her, that nothing earlier mattered. He slipped the over coat on and then untucked his shirt before unbuttoning it and it too joined the coat and bow tie upon the floor. She arched a brow, she had seen a lipstick smudge along the collar of that shirt.

Her heart skipped, as it always did when he pulled his pants off, but this time she would not be deterred by his handsomeness. She knew, so that no lines revealed themselves in the rather fashionable tuxedo. He crawled over to her and arched a brow, the first mannerism she gave him. His warm hand encased her calf and pulled her down underneath him. She gasped and his hand caught her jawline and he finally said, "Why did you not come to me?"

She stretched underneath him, bringing a hand to touch his neck where a very faint set of lips revealed themselves. She felt those damn tears threaten to well up once more, but she fought them back with the sudden anger she felt. "I had, but…" He arched a brow as she took her petite hands and pushed him up and off of her. She admitted, "When I arrived I noted I was not needed to be your arm candy." He frowned and then she dug the pad of her thumb into his throat. He winced and then she said, "Clearly another woman has marked you." He rose and covered his neck and she chuckled as she eased off of the bed and stretched. She gave him her backside and he watched her, she bluntly said, "You should go bother her instead."

"You were there you know I turned her away?" he whispered wide-eyed. She smiled at him over her shoulder and said, "Of course, but this isn't about that."

"Then what-"

"Because another woman was with you," she said promptly. She covered her emotions and said, "and I keep feeling like a woman, like I am dependent upon you." She began picking up his clothes as she said, "Plus," she paused looking over the bow tie, "why would I subject myself to being flaunted? Had I known that was all you wanted I would have declined had you invited me in the first place. You know I enjoy my privacy." She arched a brow at the bow tie and began walking out of her room. He shot off the bed and followed after her. She felt her jealousy curl around her as her next spiteful words said, "And why would you come to me with another woman's lipstick still on your face?"

He stiffened and touched his neck where she had, he had been caught, rather easily in fact. And then her hands grazed his lips and he winced. She saw the purple bruise and the swollen left side of his face, no doubt her father had done this to him. "Pan," he began, she walked to her front door and smiled sweetly. "Yes?" His hands came up to her shoulders after she opened the front door. He looked at her, "You," she tilted her head to one side, "you are the only one I wanted there." She merely scoffed and said, "Maybe you should have been the one to invite me then, and when you had glued your lips to hers." And with that she turned away, he stiffened as she handed him his clothes and then she took his arm and shoved him out. "Goodbye Trunks," she said firmly as she shut the door in his face. Trunks gaped at the closed door and he felt so lost.

Pan pressed herself against the door and finally her emotions soared. She cursed herself for feeling so very hurt by his actions even though she knew why she felt this way. She had believed that she was important to him, she believed that she could handle an open relationship, but it really was not a relationship at all. It was on his time, and she took the time to walk away, each and every time. But what she didn't understand was why her heart would skip at the thought of him only to cry the next moment.

She sighed and crawled back into her bed, she looked forward to what Bulma's physical would say about her health.

TRUNKS stared at the door and finally turned away with his clothes in his arms. But he had failed to understand why she was acting the way she was. He shook his head befuddled by her actions, sure they had spoken of calling things off, but after he had seen her dancing with Shaper Jr. at the gala he had felt something he had not felt before, jealous. He frowned and tossed his clothes into his car and took off.

His sister, she would know how to talk to Pan and so he flew to her home and as he arrived he knocked loudly upon her door. Stumbling was heard on the other side and his brow furrowed as Bura opened the door and then she rolled her eyes. "Brother, you better have a good reason why you're here."

He pressed himself into the apartment, saw Goten struggling to pull his pants up and he froze. "Eh, uh, well-"

"Spit it out!" Bura snapped as she straightened her dress. He stammered and Goten's eyes widened. It was the first time he had seen Trunks stammer. "Eh, I just left Pan's, and I've royally messed up," he admitted and Goten's frown furrowed. "What? Why would you be at Pan's?" Bura eyed him, dear Kami she loved him, but many times she had to practically spell things out to him. "Hun, who do you think Pan's mystery man is?" she asked gently. Goten thought for a moment and Bura added, "Remember, she had to replace her bedframe….and her man friend replaced his dining room table…who do we know just bought a new table?" He paused and then his eyes went wide while his arm shot up to point at Trunks. "Y-Y-You?!" he yelled and he went after him, before Bura caught him around the middle and said, "No fighting in my house!"

"I don't need to be hit again!" Trunks snapped and Goten growled out, "Gohan called me just before you came! I oughta punch your lights out!" he yelled and Bura continued to tug at him. "I know! I get it!" Trunks yelled back and he pointed at his face. "Look your brother already beat you to it, at the gala I might add!" Bura rolled her eyes and took in a sharp breath before she took her elbow and slammed it into Goten's groin just as she brought her foot up and kicked her brother in the same manner. The men froze, their yelling stopped, and they fell to the floor. She growled out, "When you are both done, you may come sit in the living room to talk like adults!"

Trunks felt his stomach turn, while Goten moaned out, "Babe, why would you do this…." Bura crossed her arms and snapped, "As mad as you are you better remember she is my best friend!" He brought himself up onto his hands and knees and Trunks leaned against the wall before he slowly eased up while his sister stepped into the kitchen and then walked out to her living room waiting for them.

And both men glared at one another before they slowly rose and eased over to the couches and Bura tossed a bag of ice to both of them. "Ready to talk?" Goten huffed, "I have nothing to say." Trunks eyed him and said, "I want to know why Pan kicked me out, surely she spoke to you." Bura arched a brow and nodded, "Of course she did. She said she caught you with Serena!" He pressed the bag of ice to his groin and said, "She did not catch me, I pulled Serena away to tell her to leave. She's been harassing me for the past two weeks. Stalking me and Pan!" Bura's eyes widened and he added, "I threatened her father's job and she was still relentless, she wouldn't leave me alone!"

"You should have just told Pan you were being harassed!" Bura argued. "I wanted to take care of it myself, I didn't want to get Pan involved. She respects Leon!" he winced as he sat up straight. "Do you trust Pan?"

"Of course!" he said, and Bura shook her head. "Then you should've just told her! It was just that simple!"

"I get it!" he snapped. Bura then lifted her phone up and handed it to him, "And then this was released tonight. After the gala," she said. He looked at the bright screen and his eyes widened further as he saw himself lip locked with Serena Puck and Pan standing just behind them with Bura, both their faces lit up by the sudden flash of a camera and although Pan was wincing from the flash, he could see it in her eyes that she was shocked, and upset. He groused and threw the phone to the bed, and cursed, "Fuck!" He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He had royally fucked up, no wonder Pan had thrown him out.

He cupped his hands over his face and sighed. "I couldn't even go home and she was there!" he growled. He stood up and winced lightly as he stood up too quickly. "I need to go," he murmured, "sorry." And with that he left and pulled his phone out and dialed a number.

"He-hello?"

A yawn on the other line and he asked, "Mom, let me stay with you for the weekend? Please?" Bulma sat up worried and said, "Is everything okay?" He got into his car and nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I've got a crazy girl who is a problem." She nodded over the line, "Your father mentioned her." He sighed heavily. "I'll be home soon."

"Okay dear."