Pan let out a heavy sigh and looked slowly up at Trunks. "Are you okay?" she asked and he shook his head. "I'm tired," he murmured as he rubbed his face, his fingers felt the stubble along his jaw and he sighed. He looked down at his hands and realized that they were shaking and then Pan's petite hands curled around his and her face came into view. She said, "Come on." She guided him down the long hallways leading to her bedroom and then pulled him inside as she quietly shut the door. And pressed him back to walk backwards until her bed knocked his knees and he sat at the edge of her bed.
He brought his hands up to touch her, but she knocked the palm of her hand into his forehead and he fell back, stunned for a moment and then he felt her begin undressing him. She took his boots off, eased his socks off, and then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled at the hips to peel them away, before she brought them up and folded them to lay them upon her dresser. She turned back to him and he was merely numb, when she said, "Shirt, give it." He sat up and eased the shirt up and off of him and he fell back onto the bed.
And then, her strong hands, pulled him to roll over and she did the one thing he didn't expect. Her hands began kneading into his shoulders and into his back and his toes curled in the almost pain-like pleasure. "Lord," he grumbled, "Pan what're you-"
"Be quiet," she murmured. And he winced when his back cracked and then felt his legs and arms become jelly-like when she pressed her thumbs into the plain between his shoulder blades. His eyes rolled. She focused on molding her fingers into his muscles and watched his hands close tight, before they would ease open, relaxed and limp. She pulled his left arm up and stretched it and he moaned before she did the same to his right and only then did her hands begin massaging his lower back and down his legs. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but he was dead to the world one would say when he was sleeping.
And when he awoke he found himself covered in her blankets and she was not in the bed with him. He rose slowly, feeling his muscles tender from her massage, but pleasurably soft. He could not remember the last time his body felt so relaxed. He flipped the blankets away and rose from the bed and stretched up onto his toes as he pulled his arms up and over his head.
He stood in only his briefs and caught up the jeans he had been wearing earlier and slipped them up and onto himself and then he turned sharply and walked out of her room and into the living room. She was sitting quietly on her couch, reading a book and he saw she had a notebook next to her, keeping track of notes and things he believed she thought she needed to remember or know. He watched as she pulled her pencil up and bit onto it, keeping it between her lips as she rose and walked to her book shelf and pulled another book down. She eased it open, her finger finding what she needed and he watched as she walked back over to the notebook and wrote out what she thought of.
She eased down to her knees and he chuckled at the sight of her using her couch as her table even though her coffee table was right next to her. And her attention stopped at the books and her head turned to look at him, over a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. She stiffened and quickly pulled the glasses off and whispered, "Trunks…" He walked out to her and saw she had pulled her sweatpants off and tossed them over the back of the couch so she sat below him in her tank top and a pair of boy shorts. Undergarments he had never seen her in. She gulped and pulled her notebook shut and tucked it into the book, setting it on the coffee table as she rose and looked around.
"You don't have to straighten up for me," he said calmly. She smiled nervously and his eyes lowered to look at the book and then they widened. A baby book and a medical book. Her gaze followed his and she pulled the book up and tucked it behind herself. "I was, well, I borrowed them," she began, her eyes lowered, "I was calculating…and then got distracted and-"
"Stop," he said, raising a hand to quiet her. She did and he shook his head. "Stop over analyzing like your father," he said and then he looked over his shoulder, up at the clock in her kitchen. "Dinner, let's start there," he said and she nodded and went to rush past him until his hand caught her and he said, "No, I'm cooking this time." He looked at her, saw she wore no bra and her nipples were puckering through the thing cotton of her shirt. He sighed, "Please put your pants on." She nodded and set the book aside and caught up her sweatpants and slipped them on before she followed him into her kitchen.
"Eh, I haven't really done and grocery shopping," she said as he began rummaging through her fridge and pantry. He arched a brow and then said, "Well, I guess we're going out for dinner." Her eyes widened, and she asked, "What? Why?" He rose and looked at her. "I can't talk to you here, where there's a bed, where I can take advantage of us being in your house," he admitted. She blushed madly and he pointed, "Go get dressed, now." And she skittered away to her bedroom. She looked frantically around and didn't know where to start before she ran her hands through her long hair and shook her head.
The closet, closet first. She rushed over to it and pulled at any clothes, she took up a blouse, and a skirt and rushed to pull the clothes on as she hopped around to pull a part of boots on before she whisked his shirt off of her dresser and huffed down the hallway and back out to him. She blushed as he reached for his shirt and pulled it on. She felt as if they were starting all over…
He walked to her front door and opened it and she followed after him, outside to his vehicle, and he opened the passenger door for her before he too got into the low car and off they went. Pan looked at him, he was quiet, and her lips parted to ask, "Where would you like to eat?"
"Somewhere where I won't be photographed," he groused. She gulped. Oh. But she offered, "You know I could call in for food and we could go somewhere else?" He nodded. "Order food then," he said firmly and she stiffened when she laughed nervously. He looked at her and she smiled goofily, and explained, "I uh…well, I forgot my phone and…my purse." He merely stared blankly at her and sighed as he realized he had done the same. "Mine is at my mother's," he groused as he faced forward and rest his elbow into the crook of the car's window and pressed his face into his thumb and fingers. Pan merely laughed and said, "I know! Go towards Orange Star High School, a couple blocks down there's a restaurant, Satan's House."
His brow furrowed. "Your grandfather owns a restaurant?" She laughed again, "What doesn't he own?" she challenged. And Trunks raced into the city and within moments sure enough there was a small restaurant with a tea house next door. Pan lifted herself out of the car and she said, "Wait here." And he watched as she walked into the restaurant, and through the window she spoke with hostesses, laughing and chatting and then she nodded and walked out of the restaurant. He saw her look at him and she waved an arm and he lifted himself up and out of the car and walked over to her.
She had a smile on her face that he hadn't seen in a long time. That of a girl's. She said, "Hurry, you don't want anyone to see you right?" And he straightened his shoulders and picked up his walk and her hand touched his as she reached for him and then his eyes went wide as the hostesses were rushing a customer with sparklers and a cake and all eyes were upon the commotion.
"They distracted everyone, come on," she said softly before she pulled him along and his brow furrowed when she hauled him through the kitchen and towards a back door and up flight of stairs. He rushed up with her and she was laughing before she finally took him to the top of the stairs and there, above the patrons of the restaurant were a handful of tables set away from the public eye. A screen that looked like a painting downstairs was hiding them. And he shook his head. "What-"
"This is the party room, its quiet, and no one will notice us," she said with a smart smile. "Plus the food will be complimentary," she reasoned. And she added, "No matter how much you eat." And within moment's a hostess revealed herself and said, "Ms Son-" But she paused at the sight of Trunks. "Uh, you said you had a guest," she said as she came to Pan's side, "you didn't say it was him." Pan smiled at the girl and said to Trunks, "This is Lily, she and I went to college together. She practically owns the place." His brow furrowed, "But your grandfather-"
"His name is on the outside," Lily reasoned as she crossed her arms. "You know he was in here just hours earlier, you cut it pretty close this time." Pan nervously laughed, "You won't call him will you? I really need some privacy at the moment…" Lily arched a brow and her head knocked back eyeing her and then looking suspiciously at Trunks. "I guess I'll get your food ready. You want the number twenty? The sampler? It'll be plenty for both of you," she offered and Pan's mouth watered. "Ah, yeah, yes, that'd be great." And Lily nodded before she turned away and disappeared once more.
Pan faced Trunks and walked over to a window table to the right of them and smiled up at him as she took a seat and he followed. He sat across from her and she smiled for him as a waiter came and served them two waters and then he too disappeared. Pan crossed her hands in front of him and said, "I assume you want to talk about what we should do next?" He looked at her, she saw his eyes stern, and set and he said, "We need to get married." She choked on her water and stared at him blankly. "Wh-what?"
"I know you heard me," he said. Pan felt her heart stop and she smiled, but weakly. She shook her head and said, "I don't want to force you into marriage just because I'm pregnant. That's silly. I mean, look at your parents they didn't even marry until a few years ago!" He caught her hand before it knocked over her glass of water and he held it. "Would you rather I marry someone else?" he asked. Her eyes widened and she looked at him, she felt her lips part and she softly said, "Of course not…"
He arched a brow and nodded. "We will talk more about marriage later, I still don't trust your friend to not blab." And as if, she had heard him, she walked back into the party room and said, "You have a guest downstairs." Pan's eyes widened and she shook her head. "I shouldn't be expecting anyone…" And then Vegeta made his presence known, "I told you woman that I did not want to wait." Lily rolled her eyes and Pan stiffened up while Trunks did as well. "Da-dad!"
Vegeta took a seat at their table and said, "She will let me stay here." He pointed at Pan and Pan looked at Lily and she gulped and waved her hand. "Y-Yeah, he's fine. Thanks for letting me know he was here…" She groaned as Lily left them and Pan looked at Vegeta with wide eyes. "Eh, were you, um, in the neighborhood?" she asked trying to make conversation. Instead Vegeta pointed at his son and said, "You will marry her."
Trunks' eyes widened and he sat there stunned while Pan's jaw fell open. "Did, did you hear what we said earlier?" she asked and Vegeta's brow furrowed. "Of course not, I was downstairs and they're too loud down there." She gulped and he asked with a smart smile, "But I assume it had to do with you being pregnant." And Pan fell out of her chair, Vegeta's arm caught her and her head spun. He merely laughed and eased her back into her chair. "Did Bulma tell you?" she asked weakly and he shook his head and tapped his nose, "I can smell it on you. I told you, you smell like my son. The only time that would happen is if his seed claimed you." She blushed, the way he mentioned the conception made her feel odd, and she pressed a hand to her stomach. "Vegeta can," she paused, "can you tell the sex?" He shook his head, "It's too early." She gaped at him, "You can tell that too?!" He nodded, "When the time comes, yes."
Pan looked at Trunks and saw he had turned blue before he asked his father, "How long did you know she was pregnant?" he asked and Vegeta counted. "Just after her birthday," he mentioned and she blushed madly. That meant she had gotten pregnant the day after her birthday, the first time she and Trunks had had sex and she cupped her face with her hands. Well, it did only take once to get pregnant, but emotion struck her, how long and how many times had she tried getting pregnant before? Countless times, and countless ways, and still she had no child, but now? Now, she had had sex for the first time with Trunks and there, done! She was pregnant.
She felt tears burn her eyes as happiness struck her then. She was pregnant, and had finally begun her life as a woman in the process of becoming a mother. "Pan?" Her head rose and she had not noticed that she was crying until Vegeta and Trunks were staring at her quizzically. Their food arrived and she hid her face from Lily and the waiters and as they left she wiped her face. "It's nothing, I'm just happy is all." Trunks eyed her. "Happy? You're crying," he noted and she nodded. "You don't have to marry me, I'm happy merely being the mother of your child," she reasoned. Trunks saw her expression to be one of awe, she was still struck by the fact that she was pregnant.
And she added, "Plus, it is still so early. I wouldn't want to trap you into a marriage if something were to happen." Vegeta arched a brow and said, "You have saiyan blood, unless you go into battle you will not lose the child." Her eyes widened at him and he said, "We were a warrior race, a saiyan's body is genetically meant to handle anything." He took a big bite of food before he said more. "And he will marry you because it is what is right," Vegeta stated and Pan shook her head. "Vegeta you know better than anyone that getting married nowadays is not about what is right, it is about the want to get married. If Trunks does not want to marry me I will not ask that of him." Trunks' brow furrowed and he said, "You think you would be the one to propose to me?" Her eyes widened as she realized she had offended him, she shook her head and quickly said, "No! Of course not! I would not take that from you…I just, well, I don't know how to explain it."
She continued, "Plus if we married, would I be allowed to keep my house? Or would I have to come live with you in town? Would you be willing to live with me instead? And if the child is a boy or a girl for that matter would they live like us? Training as children knowing they will one day fight for our planet's safety?" She added, "There is so much that we would need to decide even before this child is born, we would not have the time to plan a wedding in time. And if we didn't plan it in time would you have me as a pregnant bride?" Vegeta and Trunks merely stared at her, their eyes blinking, and she said, "These are the questions reeling through my mind every single second, it's the curse of being a woman."
Vegeta said, "He would take you any way as his bride." Trunks gaped at his father and he eyed him, before he said, "Why do I feel like I am the bride in this situation?"
"Do you have a dowry?" Pan teased. He whipped around to look at her and she had rested her face into the palm of her hand and smiled for him. "You're no better than him," he groused and she sighed as she finally served herself some of the hot food. "Well, enough talk about this, I'm hungry." She eased into eating and they left their conversation at that.