7- Festival

"Are you excited?" Trunks chuckled as he walked with Pan towards the school festival.

"Yeah," Pan smiled at him. She had always enjoyed the school festivals, and she was happy to be spending time with Trunks.

Trunks glanced at his watch, "it's nearing two," he said. "I wonder why Bulla didn't want us to come until now."

"She told me this morning that her class was putting on a show, and she wanted us here for it," Pan said.

"A show?" Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Like a play?"

"I don't know-" Pan shrugged. "She wouldn't say. She just said that she wanted us here."

As if on cue, Bulla called out their names. She rushed forward, and Pan blinked at her outfit. It was a pink blazer- a very pink blazer that fit Bulla well. Her blue hair was styled in a neat bun, and she had on gaudy heart-shaped pink earrings.

"What are you wearing?" Trunks asked what Pan was thinking.

Bulla waved off the question and grabbed their wrists. "Come on! It's about time for it to start! I need you two up there!" She said as she pulled them towards the stage in the middle of the track field.

"Wait- what?" Pan gasped. She shared a wide-eyed look with Trunks. "Bulla, what's going on?"

Bulla stopped by the stairs that led up the stage. "Okay," she sighed as she looked at them. "My class is hosting a Best Couple Challenge. I'm a host, and I signed you two up," she admitted.

Pan felt her mouth pop open as her cheeks burned. "What?!" She managed to gasp out.

"We needed ten couples," Bulla pouted, "and I thought it would be fun for you two. Come on, won't you do it?" She poked out her lip.

Pan opened and closed her mouth as she blinked. She felt like she was in a daze. She could be in a couple challenge with Trunks? Her heart was growing wild with excitement! But would he want to?

Trunks laughed, "let's do it."

Pan looked up at him and smiled. "You want to?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Let's kick butt and win."

Bulla let out a squeal of delight and handed them two heart-shaped paper cards with the number 4 on them, and then she gave them two safety pins. "Put these on your shirts, and get up there," she grinned.

Pan pinned her heart, which was pink, to her shirt, and Trunks did the same with his heart, which was a light shade of purple that matched his hair. He grinned at her as they walked up the stage.

"You know, we should have known Bulla was planning something," he said.

Pan smiled and nodded her head in agreement. "We really should have."

"I'm not complaining, though," Trunks grabbed her hand.

Pan felt her pulse quicken, and she squeezed his hand. "Me either," she whispered.

Bulla could not keep the smug grin off of her face. She looked onto the stage where the ten couples stood waiting, and her eyes found Trunks and Pan. There were whispers in the crowd about her brother, but Bulla could tell that he didn't care- not with Pan by his side. It was so obvious by their bright eyes and smiles that they were flirting. Bulla was hoping that this would kick them into gear, and they would start dating.

With a sigh, Bulla leaned against the railing of the stairs. There were still a few minutes left before the show started. She scanned the crowd nearby to see if she recognized anyone.

It was like a magnetic pull, and her eyes found a familiar figure almost instantly. His dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. His broad shoulders were tight around his black shirt.

Bulla felt herself vibrating with excitement. "Sev!" She called out.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. His eyes were a crystal clear light blue, and they looked down at Bulla slowly as he walked over to her. He smirked, "Little Blue," he said in amusement. "And a whole lot of pink. What are you wearing?"

"I'm the host of the show-" she motioned behind her. "I have to look the part."

"Ah," he said. "Cupid?"

"Exactly," she grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"I've never been to one of these things. At least, I don't think I have. I thought I'd check it out."

Bulla beamed at him. It had been three years since she had first met him, and she remembered it clearly. Eighteen had called Bulma in a panic because her brother had been in a horrible accident. He stopped a major traffic accident that involved an airplane and a train.

Bulma was able to fix him up, but his memories of the time he turned into an Android were gone. And he was now able to age like Eighteen was.

While he healed and learned to control the Android part of his body, he stayed at Brief Manor. Bulla couldn't stop herself from visiting him often. She had never met Android Seventeen before then, and he was much different than she thought he would be - and hotter too!

"Bulla!" Someone called her from behind, and she turned to see a boy from her class. "It's about to start."

"Okay," she said before she turned back to Seventeen. "You'll stick around until the show's over, won't you? I'll show you around."

Seventeen smiled at her in a way that made Bulla's heart leap. "Sure," he nodded. "I'll wait for you, Little Blue."

Bulla beamed at him before she turned around to walk on stage. It was time for the show to begin.

Trunks watched his sister in mild amusement. She was on center stage and as bright as a star as she talked about the contest. She lived to be in the spotlight, and it suited her well. Beside him, Trunks could hear Pan giggling in amusement.

According to Bulla, the contest had five trials that each couple would have to face. The first three would eliminate couples until there were only three left. The last two challenges would test the couple's popularity, and in the end, the couple with the highest scores and most votes from the crowd would win.

"Alright, couples!" Bulla said with a grin. "It's time for our first challenge!"

Trunks watched as the stage was quickly filled with ten tables, and each of them had a bowl of rice on it.

"Couples, please find your table!" Bulla announced.

Trunks walked over to the table with a four marked on it with Pan. It was a bowl of rice, and Trunks furrowed his brows. An eating contest? He and Pan could cream everyone there.

"Before you begin, you may notice that there's only one bowl on the table," Bulla giggled. "That's because only one of you will be eating, and the other will be feeding it. Couples, you'll have one minute to decide who will eat the rice and who will feed it. Choose wisely- only the first eight couples to finish move on to the next round!"

Trunks' eyes widened as he glanced at Pan. Her cheeks were a faint pink, and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. To feed someone was intimate. Whether he was feeding Pan or she was feeding him, it didn't matter. Either thought caused his blood to grow hot.

"So," Trunks began. "Who should-"

Pan's stomach grumbled suddenly, and she let out a horrified gasp. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks grew a shade pinker. "I had a small lunch," she mumbled. "I was too excited about the festival, so I didn't eat much."

Trunks smiled at her, "are you down to eat this?" He motioned to the rice.

"This is nothing," her lips twitched.

"Okay! Times up!" Bulla's voice called out. "Contestants, get ready!"

Trunks picked up the chopsticks and raised an eyebrow at Pan. "Are you ready?"

Her cheeks were pink, and it was maddening to Trunks how cute she looked. "Mhm," Pan nodded.

"Get ready! Go!" Bulla yelled.

Trunks picked up some rice and held it out to Pan as he ignored the way his heart started to pound in his chest. Pan opened her mouth to take the bite, and at the last moment, Trunks pulled it back with a grin. He couldn't help himself. Pan's surprised face was too damn cute.

Pan let out a laugh, "you think you're funny, Boxer Boy?" She raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, "okay, okay. I'll be serious," he said.

Pan's dark eyes set in determination, and Trunks could feel his pulse in his ears. "Alright," he told her lowly. "Let's win this."

They were the first ones done with a rice bowl, which wasn't surprising to Trunks. Pan was half-Saiyan, and when she was hungry, she could eat just as much as the rest of them.

"I wonder what the next challenge will be," Pan said softly as she glanced around. A few more couples had finished off their bowls of rice, but not enough to move on.

"I'm not sure," Trunks said with a twitch of his lips. He leaned over and wiped a stray grain of rice off near Pan's lips. Her eyes widened as her cheeks grew pink.

"I'm glad we're getting to do this together," she said.

"Me too. I lucked out with the best partner."

"Because I'm the fastest eater?" Pan raised an eyebrow as she smirked.

"Because you're the prettiest," Trunks commented smoothly. He watched as her cheeks went a darker shade of pink, and he wondered just how much he could make her blush. Even more, he wanted to know what other parts of her were flushed, and the sudden thought almost made him fall. He needed to get himself under control.

"And our last couple just finished!" Bulla said, and Trunks turned as table seven just finished their bowl of rice. Couple three and couple six were out.

The tables were soon removed from the stage as the remaining couples waited to find out their next trial.

"What's the best way to work off a meal?" Bulla asked with a grin. "A run! The next trial is a lap around the race track-" she motioned to the track around the stage. "The couples can run side-by-side, or one can carry the other. It doesn't matter, just as long as they finish together! The first five couples to finish the lap together will move on!"

"I'm gonna kill Bulla!" Pan muttered as they made their way to the start-up line. "She told me to wear these shoes!" She huffed as she kicked up her right foot. She had on sandal wedges that had a strap around her foot and another around her ankle. "I can't run in these- I'll fall!"

Trunks' lips twitched at the look of aggravation on Pan's face. She was a fast runner; she liked to run, too. Trunks had a feeling that Bulla had told Pan to wear those shoes for a specific reason, and even if she didn't, he'd still have to thank his little sister for the opportunity that was waiting for him.

"You don't have to run," Trunks told her before he scooped her up in his arms. She was light in his arms, but he could feel her pressing against him. She had let out a gasp of surprise before she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Not for the first time that day, Trunks wished he was alone with Pan. She looked up at him like she was expecting something, and he wanted to give it to her.

"You two better line up," Bulla snickered as she passed them. She turned around and winked, and honestly, Trunks wasn't sure who the wink was for.

Pan wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck and brought herself even closer to him. She smelt of flowers, just as she always did.

"Are you going to win?" Pan asked him with a smile.

"Of course," he smirked. "I have to show off."

Pan let out a laugh that squeezed his chest, and she held onto him tighter. "I'll be your cheerleader."

Trunks was going to leave everyone in his dust.

It had been a few minutes since the race, but Pan still felt winded. She wasn't sure if it was because Trunks had practically flown during the lap, causing them to come in first by a landslide, or if it was because she could still feel his arms around her. They had held her so securely, and she was certain that her cheeks wouldn't cool down for the rest of the day.

After finishing the race, a fifteen-minute break was announced, and Trunks went off to get him and Pan something to drink. She stood under a shade nearby the stage, trying to calm down her racing heart.

"Enjoying yourself?" Snickered a familiar voice.

Pan glanced up to see her best friend smirking at her. She narrowed her eyes and raised her foot like she was about to kick.

"Panny!" Bulla cried as she threw her hands up and took several steps back.

"You told me to wear these shoes today!" Pan said as she pointed to her feet. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe," Bulla simply grinned. "You can't say that you didn't like it. When Trunks was holding you like that, you were about to melt- I could see it!" She snickered.

Pan stuck her tongue out. There was no denying that. She still felt like she could melt.

"Panny, just remember who was your number one supporter was when you and Trunks get married-" Bulla wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'll be waiting for my invitation to be the Maid of Honor. I have my speech already halfway written."

"Bulla-" Pan's lips threatened to twitch. "You know that I will forever be grateful for you, and you will always be my sister, no matter what, but you're talking about something that might not ever happen. Trunks and I aren't even dating."

Yet. They weren't dating yet. At least, Pan hoped that there was an eventually to come for them.

"Oh, please," Bulla leaned back with a snort. "The way you two have been goo-goo-eyeing each other, it's like you're already married with two kids."

"We do not-"

"You do!" Bulla exclaimed with a nod. "Which is how I know that you guys will win this thing." She gave Pan a wink before she dashed off.

Pan shook her head as she watched Bulla leave. "What did she do now?" Trunks asked as he came back and handed Pan a lemonade.

"Thank you," she smiled at him as she took the drink. "And she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Just Bulla being Bulla."

They rested in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their drinks. It wasn't too long after that the break was over, and Pan was ushered up on stage with the other girls. Trunks and the other guys were taken to the side, out of view. Pan was curious about what was going on, especially when a long pink cardboard wall was rolled out on stage with five small holes cut out of it about midway down. Above the holes were peeping windows that were closed.

The girls were moved behind the wall and placed in front of the small holes with instructions to stay still. Pan noticed they weren't in order. She was second in line.

"Alright, boys, please join me on stage," came Bulla's voice. Pan listened as she heard the men walking up. "In just a moment we'll ask your partner to stick their hand out of the hole that's cut out of the cardboard behind us. The girls are in completely random order, so don't think you can just pick by number! You have to guess their hand correctly by using what you know about them and how much you pay attention to them!"

Pan glanced down at her hands. They were plain, free of nail polish or anything else. Pan never painted her nails, though she always kept her nails clean and neatly filed. Her hands were small and her fingers short and slender. They were ordinary. She honestly wondered if Trunks would be able to guess her hand correctly.

"Okay, Ladies," Bulla said. She had been talking about the challenge more, but Pan hadn't been listening. "Stick your hands out on the count of three! The first three, who guess correctly, move on to the top three and the last two challenges! Men, as soon as the ladies stick their hands out, you may guess which hand belongs to your girl and grab it. One- two- three!"

Pan stuck her hand out, and her stomach grew nervous. It felt like it was seconds later that someone grabbed her hand. Their hands were big, firm, and familiar. She could feel the calluses on his palm. His fingers linked naturally with Pan's, and a tingle ran up her. It was Trunks. She knew it was!

Bulla opened up the peep window in front of the first girl, and the guy who grabbed her was not correct. Pan's heart pounded as Bulla walked over to them, and then she slid her peep window open. Trunks was standing in front of her, a confident smirk on his face.

Bulla told them to wait backstage, and they let go of each other's hands before walking back. In the end, only the couple with two's written on their hearts had passed as well. As the other three ladies got switched around so the guys could guess again, Pan looked up at Trunks.

"Did you use my Ki to find me?" She asked.

Trunks glanced down at her and furrowed his brows. "When?"

"When we were doing that challenge."

"You're Ki is lowered; I couldn't," he stated simply.

Pan furrowed her brows now. "But it felt like you found me right away, and you guessed correctly."

Trunks reached down and picked up her hand. "I knew this was your hand," he smiled softly. "Your skin is pale and smooth. Your nails are clear and trimmed. You also have a small scar on your pointer finger," he ran his finger over the small pink scar gently. "It was where you accidentally cut yourself during the Grand Tour while chopping onions."

Pan's face felt extremely hot. "I can't believe you remember that," she whispered.

"Of course I do. I put the bandaid on you," he grinned. "Plus," he entwined their fingers. "Your hand is the only hand that fits perfectly with mine. Don't you agree?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.

Pan wanted to grab him and kiss him. She wanted Trunks' lips on hers, and she wanted to taste him. Her stomach fluttered at the thought, and her face was warm.

"Yeah," Pan said as she squeezed his hand as her heart pound. "It's perfect."

Trunks reached his free hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something when Bulla's voice stopped him and broke them apart, so they were side-by-side.

"We have our three final couples!" Bulla told the crowd excitedly. "Couple 2, Couple 4, and Couple 7! The next challenge will not be an elimination challenge but will help the couples gain points with the judges and the crowd. Who's everyone rooting for so far?"

Pan was surprised to hear many shouts for her and Trunks' number. Then again, she guessed she shouldn't be too surprised since Trunks was popular.

Trunks squeezed her hand and looked down at her with a smile. "You're popular," he said what She was thinking about him.

"No way," she shook her head with a grin. "It's all you," she said.

He looked at her skeptically, "you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" He asked softly.

Pan blinked in surprise. She had been called beautiful before by her Mama and Papa. Bulla and Marron had told she was beautiful on several occasions, but to be called beautiful by the man she had been in love with since she was thirteen made her feel like she could melt into a puddle of goo. Maybe she already was a puddle of goo.

Before Pan could respond, Bulla called out the next challenge, which was the one where no couples would be eliminated. It was to see how honest the couples were with each other and to reveal truths. A couple at a time would be called out to the stage, and both people would be asked three questions that would be drawn out of a bowl. To make sure they were being honest, a small lie detector test would be placed under their palms. If they lie, the lie detector will buzz and shock them.

Pan watched as Couple 2 were called up. The girl went first, and her question was something along the lines of if she still talked to any of her exes. Pan honestly wasn't paying attention. She just hoped that none of her questions were super embarrassing.

Trunks squeezed Pan's hand when they got called up. Her eyes widened when she spotted the crowd watching. She hadn't known so many people had stopped by to watch. Bulla grinned at them and patted the chair beside her for Pan.

The lie detector was a small metal-like object that you rested your palm on. There was a strip that ran along your hand to stop it from falling, but other than that, it looked simple.

"Okay!" Bulla chirped as she reached inside the bowl for the first question. "Does your partner have a pet name for you?"

"Yes," Pan answered immediately. Trunks had always called her Panna, and no one else did. Every time he called her that, her heart fluttered in excitement.

Bulla's grin widened as she pulled out the second question. "Is there anyone you currently like other than your partner?"

Pan could feel the heat running down her neck, but she answered truthfully, "no, there's not." For her, it had always been Trunks. She had never liked another guy as she had him.

"Oh, no buzzing," Bulla commented with a smirk. "You're being truthful!"

Pan wanted to glare at her, but she stopped herself as Bulla reached for the last question.

"What do you like the most about your partner?"

The question seemed like a trick one. What did Pan like most about Trunks? There was so much she liked; it seemed impossible to choose just one thing! He was honest, smart, caring, strong, funny, and without a doubt, handsome. He was so much more than just those things, though. Trunks was someone Pan felt entirely at ease with. So what did she like the most when there was so much about him to choose from?

Pan's eyes widened as the answer came to her. "He makes me feel safe," she said. Back then, and now, whenever her nightmares got to be too much, he was there to help. He kept her grounded, focused on reality instead of her dreams. Just knowing that Trunks was beside her made Pan feel like she could do anything because he made her feel safe and like she could. "He's there for me."

When the lie detector didn't go off, she caught Trunks' eyes. He was smiling at her softly, and he mouthed, 'always.'

Trunks wasn't nervous about the lie detector test, but he was nervous about Bulla rigging the questions and making him embarrass himself. He still felt pretty good, though, because of Pan's answers. It made his day to know that she didn't like anyone else and that he made her feel safe. He felt like he had accomplished an important goal, and he wanted to work hard to keep her feeling that way.

"Are you ready for your first question?" Bulla asked with a grin.

"Bring it on," Trunks grinned back.

"Does your partner annoy you?"

"Nope," Trunks answered. Maybe years ago on the Grand Tour, there had been a time or two when she annoyed him, but truthfully he was mostly annoyed at himself because of the situation he had been put in. But Pan was older now; he could relax.

Bulla was smirking devilishly as she grabbed the second question. "What is your partner's most attractive physical trait according to you?"

Trunks felt himself gasping. "That's a trick question!"

"No, it's not!" Bulla laughed as she showed him the slip. The question really was there.

Trunks furrowed his brows. How was he supposed to choose? To him, Pan was gorgeous- all of her. Her slim body and the dips of her curves. Her bottom was nice and round from working out, and her breast seemed like they would be too. He fought back a groan and thought of her big, wide eyes and how dark and endless they were. Of her small button nose and full pink lips could stretch into a beautiful grin of white teeth. Her dark hair was always smooth and silky, even though it looked tangled.

"Trunks?" Bulla called with a smug grin.

"Everything!" He huffed. "I like everything!"

The crowd giggled, as did Bulla. Trunks glanced at Pan and saw her eyes widen in surprise, but her lips pursed a shy smile as her the blush glowed on her cheeks.

"You can't do that," Bulla said. "It has to be just one thing!"

Trunks held up the hand that was attached to the lie detector. "Do you see this thing buzzing? I think everything about Pan is attractive," he said. He waited a few seconds, and there was no buzzing. "See," he smirked at Bulla, who looked surprised.

She blinked slowly before she shook her head. "Well, choose one! One that you like just a little bit more than the rest!"

Trunks huffed, "I already told you-"

"What's wrong? Is it a perverted answer?" Bulla smirked.

The crowd was still giggling, and Trunks wouldn't look at Pan. "Her eyes," he told Bulla seriously. "It's her eyes." He always felt as if he could get lost in them, and they were so dark that he swore he could see stars.

Bulla smiled, pleased with his answer, and the lie detector didn't buzz. "Okay, last question," she said. "Have you thought of a future with your partner?"

Trunks looked over at Pan and caught her beautiful eyes. She was looking at him with a curious, shy expression. Trunks thought of the day before when they had visited Marron and how when Pan came out holding Tsu, for a split second, he had seen her holding a different baby. He couldn't deny it to himself. He had thought of that image often since the day before. He had thought of life with her often for the last several years.

"Yes," Trunks answered honestly as his gaze never left Pan's.

Trunks sat down on a bench on the school's roof and smiled as he watched Pan and Bulla gush about something. It had been a few hours since the end of the best couple challenge, and fireworks were about to start, and they had the best seats in the house. Trunks and Pan had won it- which wasn't a surprise to Trunks.

Pan was still wearing the outfit from the fifth and final trial- which had been a fashion show of sorts. The remaining three couples had been in complimenting outfits with certain themes. One couple had been fire and water; the other couple had been good and evil. Trunks and Pan had got life and death.

Trunks had taken his outfit off since he had been afraid he would rip it. It had been a dark armor-like suit made from leather and expensive cotton. Golden lace was sowed onto the front of it, making it look like an outfit a prince of some sort would wear. It had even had a cape with it, and Pan had gone pink when she saw Trunks in it.

Though when Trunks had seen Pan in her outfit, it nearly forgot how to breathe. It was the most beautiful outfit out of all of them, or maybe he just thought that because she was the one wearing it. It was a sage green color and sleeveless with the low cut of the dress hugging her breasts. Starting from the top left side and sweeping down the dress's body were delicate white buckwheat flowers. There was also a slit up the right side of the dress up to her thighs. Her dark hair was down with some of it pulled back. White flowers were all in her hair, and she even had a crown of them resting on her head.

The look suited her well. She honestly looked like life or a flower goddess one. Either way, she was stunning.

Someone sat down beside Trunks, and he turned to see Seventeen let out a sigh. He had gone around the festival with Trunks, Pan, and Bulla. Trunks knew about his sister's crush on the Android and found it amusing most times. Seventeen didn't seem to know what to think about the attention Bulla gave him, but he seemed to enjoy it. Pan had whispered to Trunks earlier that she thought they would eventually get together, and as long as Seventeen didn't hurt Bulla, he was okay with it. Seventeen was a pretty chill guy.

"You could take a picture of her, you know," Seventeen said.

"Huh?" Trunks furrowed his brows.

"Of Pan-" Seventeen motioned his head towards the girl. "You've been staring at her all night."

"I don't like you," Trunks muttered. Seventeen was not a chill guy- he was the worse.

Seventeen snickered, "if it makes you feel any better, she's been looking at you too."

That did make Trunks feel better, and his lips twitched a little.

"Is it a Saiyan thing?" Seventeen asked curiously. "What's between you two, I mean."

"Yes and no," Trunks sighed. "The Saiyan thing makes the bond early on, but there has to be attraction and other things for it to grow into something."

Seventeen nodded, "you Saiyans are weird."

"Says the Android," Trunks countered. "Plus, you have the hots for a Saiyan, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow as he motioned towards his sister.

"Perhaps," Seventeen just smirked.

"Sev!" Bulla rushed up and grabbed the Android's wrist. "Let's go get some drinks!"

Trunks chuckled in amusement as he watched Bulla drag Seventeen away. He glanced over to look at Pan, but she was gone. He furrowed his brows and went to turn along, but something was placed on the top of his head, and he heard familiar giggling.

Pan walked into his view. Her flower crown was gone, and he instantly knew what she had placed on his head. She gave him a smile that made him weak, and he almost lost all his self-control.

Trunks remembered the last time he had seen her before he left. She had been a lot shorter. Her hair didn't even reach her shoulders. Still, there was something about her that tugged at him uncontrollably. There was a need in him to be with her and beside her, and he knew, as did their parents, that it wouldn't be wise for him to be around while she went through puberty. Over the years, he wrote her, but never did he see her or talk to her on the phone. It would be too much then.

Trunks had imagined how Pan had grown countless times, but that first night he came back, he had been amazed. She was better than any dream or fantasy. She was beautiful.

A firework whistled as it shot up, and Pan gasped as she looked up in time for it to explode across the dark blue sky. A golden flash of light washed over her as she smiled. Trunks knew, as he had for the last five years, that he would do anything for her.

"Trunks!" She smiled at him, "come on; it's starting!"

Pan rushed to the edge of the building and watched with wide eyes as the fireworks continued to explode across the sky. Trunks stood up slowly. His heart was exploding along with the fireworks as he walked over to Pan.

"Trunks," Pan said his name before he could say hers. She looked up at him, smiling shyly. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What?" His throat felt tight for some odd reason. He took a step closer to Pan, telling himself it was so he could hear her better because the fireworks were so loud.

"You said the girls in your office weren't your type, and Gia wasn't your type," she said. "So, what is your type?" Pan asked.

Trunks let out a breath. Something came over him, and he wasn't sure what. The look in Pan's eyes made him lose all self-control he was holding onto it. He cupped her face with his hands.

"You, Panna," he told her.

The fireworks exploded overhead, but neither Trunks nor Pan was watching as he did what he had wanted to do ever since he saw her again and leaned down and kissed her.