Pan threw herself into the lab and got to work in such an aggressive way that she frightened Bulma when she slammed her equipment onto her workspace. Bulma called, "Pan…?" Pan whipped around and said, "He expected me to just quit?! Do you believed that?!" Bulma eased out of her office and towards Pan. "Well, he can provide for you," Bulma reasoned and Pan shook her head. "He has no idea how hard I worked to get this job!" she exclaimed and Bulma sighed as she remembered when Pan had just left college and graduated.
She had immediately offered Pan and job and Pan had declined and said, "I will work for my place. I want to work beside you." Pan had been so driven to prove herself and Bulma knew why. Gohan was her father and her mother the daughter of Hercules Satan. And though Bulma knew her son had been well off, he had never once been without. Pan, she knew, was raised to work hard for what she wanted and was not given as much leniency as Bulma had given her son.
She pressed her fingers into her temple and admitted, "Well, I spoiled my son when I could not be there." Pan felt her heart stop at the sound of Bulma's admission and Pan sighed even though her anxiety was high. "Bulma that is not what I meant…" Although Trunks had hinted that he did not wish for their child to experience the loneliness that he had sometimes gone through, Pan knew she would never had thought of quitting her job.
And Bulma saw her stiffen as they heard people talking outside their lab, "Yeah, someone said Mr. Briefs up and left for the day. But he was furious, fuming!" Pan's eyes widened and she looked at Bulma and Bulma said, "You can be a little hot headed Pan." Pan felt her eyes fill with tears and she began, "But…!" Bulma shook her head and said, "My son may be spoiled, but I'm sure he meant well." Pan pouted and wiped away her tears.
"I need to go talk to him," she said and Bulma arched a brow and waved a hand. "Well, get going." Pan rushed her and kissed Bulma on the cheek as she raced off. She hurried out to her car and sped off as soon as she could and she raced into the lobby of his building and the desk workers saw her and smiled. They allowed her access to the elevators and she pressed the button to his floor. She fidgeted as she rode up to his floor and when the doors opened she forced herself to remain calm and collected.
Pan knocked on his front door and then the door was opened and her eyes went wide as she was greeted by Gem. She smiled for her, concealing her anger, concealing her emotions and asked, "Is Trunks home?" Gem arched a brow and eased away from the door and Pan stepped inside smiling at her. Pan walked further inside and Trunks was walking back into his home wearing nothing but a pair of slacks that were unbuttoned while his chest was bare. His shirt and suit jacket and tie were laid out over the table and she gulped.
Pan felt a blush stain her cheeks while Gem came up behind her and teased, "She's rather innocent isn't she?" She wasn't innocent, she was embarrassed and did not expect Trunks to have another woman, let alone Gem in his home so soon after their first, well, altercation? Trunks eyed her as Gem stepped up and took a seat at what Pan saw, was a fairly new table. She knew because she had broken his other one. Pan ignored her jest and said, "We need to talk." Trunks merely flicked his cigarette out the opened door and stepped fully into his home. "Clearly you know everything, there is nothing for us to talk about," he said as he walked to the table and she watched his hands splay out over a rolled out blue print. He said to Gem, "You will go and visit the location won't you? I need your sister to work on the color themes and interiors."
He was ignoring her and Pan felt her hands tighten before she turned away and said, "I'm sorry for interrupting you." And Trunks' eyes narrowed as she merely walked away and he did not go after her. She would apologize for interrupting him and Gem, but not apologize for her words, her actions from earlier? He wanted her to know she had upset him even if it was caused by a choice he had made for her. And he knew he was to blame, but she too had opened her mouth and said hurtful words he had not expected. Nor had he expected them to hurt, after all, he had heard most of them before, but never, he never expected them from her. He heard his door shut, the elevator dinged and she was gone.
He looked at Gem and she was pulling out a box of cigarettes before she asked, "Did you end things with her?" He sighed and sank into the seat at the head of the rectangular table and crossed his hands across his mouth, before he murmured, "She's pregnant." He didn't answer her question. Gem's eyes went wide and her cigarette fell from her ruby red lips. "Eh-Excuse me…does she, does she know I work for you?!" He shook his head and eased back into his seat and leaned into the back of the chair. He looked at Gem and said, "It's why I invited you here. My mother warned me that she was headed over here." Gem asked, "But I thought you cared about her?"
He felt himself shrug. Honestly? He was hurt. But did he care about her? He didn't know now. He said, "I will take our child into custody and she will live her life as she wishes." Gem shook her head and she said to him, "You couldn't possibly raise a child on your own, you barely have time for yourself!" He arched a brow and his head tilted. "Doesn't matter." Gem scoffed at him. "I'm leaving, I can't believe you would use me like this." She picked up her bag and Trunks smugly stood up and walked after her as she reached his front door. He caged her there and said, "You don't care how I use you." Gem grasped the door handle and eased out of his home, and she turned to face him.
"You used her, you're shallow," she accused and his eyes shot wide open. "And you never once hurt me like that, you've never been callous like this." And with that she turned away and he watched her go. His hand tightened on the edge of the door and his pride got the best of him as he slipped it shut and stepped back into his home.