14- Entwined With You
"Panna."
Pan felt a shiver run down her as Trunks' husky voice answered the phone. His voice seemed raspier on the phone, softer almost.
"Where are you?" Pan asked softly, her legs swinging off the side of the bed slowly.
"Where am I?" Trunks repeated the question with a small laugh. "I'm about to be home." She could picture him now, zooming through West City traffic like a pro.
"Has your weekend has officially started?"
"Mhm. Your family is coming over to Brief Manor for the weekend, right?"
"Yes, so you'll be there as well," Pan told him.
Trunks' chuckle made Pan's chest tighten. "What are you doing, Panna? Packing?"
Pan's lips twitched. "Actually, I'm at your penthouse." She lowered her voice into a soft, silky tone, "I'm sitting on your bed, wearing a new pair of lingerie I bought and waiting for your bedroom door open up and for you to come in."
Pan heard Trunks suck in a breath, "Panna-"
"I think you'll like my lingerie," she continued. "It's white and completely see-through. There are little flowers sowed onto them- they're blue, about the same color of your eyes," she sighed.
It was silent, other than the revving of Trunks' car engine. "Five minutes," his voice was low and smoky. "I'll be there in five minutes."
Pan could feel herself buzzing already. "I'll be waiting."
Pan placed her phone on silent before placing it on the nightstand. She sat back into position at the end of the bed, her nerves feeling jittery like she could take flight.
Across from the bed sat a dresser with a mirror hanging above it. In the dim lamplight of the room, Pan could see her reflection.
Her dark hair was loose and wild, falling around her shoulders. Her dark eyes were wide, her cheeks pink and flushed. She was bare, except for her underwear. Her pale skin shivered with excitement as she thought of Trunks' touch on her.
The front door open and shut suddenly, and Pan let out a small gasp. It hadn't been five minutes. Trunks must have flown the rest of the way. Her lips twitched, and her back straightened as she felt him growing closer.
The bedroom door opened, and this time it wasn't Pan's imagination. Trunks opened the door, his dark blazer already unbuttoned, and his blue tie loosened. He walked into the room, his blue eyes wide and his lips parted. He looked like he was in a daze as he shut the door behind him and looked her over slowly.
She could feel Trunks' gaze on her like fire. It was blistering hot, and Pan only wanted to burn.
Pan tilted her head, a slow, teasing smile spreading across her face. Somehow, she managed to find her voice, "Cat got your tongue?"
Trunks swallowed hard and walked towards her. Pan watched with wide eyes as he reached her, and she had to look up at him. His cheeks were pink, and Pan could feel the heat coming off of him. It made her pulse quicken in her ears.
Slowly, Trunks reached out, his warm hands cupping her face. "You are so beautiful," he whispered to her. Then he kissed her.
Gentle touches were stirring Pan from her slumber. Fingers, in slow, careful movements, brushed across her cheek, stroking it lovingly. They moved down to her neck and shoulders and then down her arm slowly. Pan could feel the chills rising on her skin. She grabbed the blanket and cuddled it closer to her naked frame.
"Trunks?" She mumbled slowly. She knew it was him. She could feel the heat of him in his touch. She could sense him.
An arm wrapped around her small waist, and the blanket was adjusted over her. "I'm here," Trunks said, his lips brushing against her forehead.
Pan opened her eyes slowly. His room was in a golden glow from the lamplight now. Trunks was lying beside her, his head resting on his hand as he propped up on his elbow. She caught his blue eyes and could feel her cheeks growing warm as his lips twitched into a grin.
She felt as if she were almost in a daze. Trunks' fingers were still running up and down her arm, but she could feel the ghost of his touch everywhere. Pan could still feel them pressed together firmly, skin against skin. She could still remember the feel of his hair, silky and damp with sweat, the way his muscles tensed under her touch, the way he had held her softly like she was some treasure, and the way he had moaned her name like a prayer as they rocked together in union.
Carefully, Pan turned to lay on her back. She snuggled the blankets closer to her chest. Her gaze caught something, and she squinted her eyes as she looked at the ceiling fan. "Trunks-" she snorted as she pointed up.
Trunks followed her gaze and laughed at the sight of her bra hanging off of the ceiling fan. "So that's where I threw that," he mused.
Pan felt herself giggling and slowly shook her head. At least he hadn't ripped it. "What time is it?" She asked, biting back a yawn.
Trunks raised his hand to look at his watch. "Almost midnight," he replied.
Pan's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't exactly been keeping up with time over the last several hours, but she was surprised that it was so late. Suddenly, her stomach gave a grumble, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since lunch, and Pan gasped as her cheeks grew hot.
Trunks grinned as he looked down at her. "Hungry?"
"Yes," she admitted with a small smile.
"Any special requests?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going to cook?" She smiled. Cooking was one of Trunks' hidden talents. He didn't do it often, but when he did, it was always amazing. "If you are, then surprise me," she told him.
Trunks leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Your wish is my command."
Pan watched as Trunks sat up. The sight of the covers around his bare waist sent her heart up into her throat. He got up, and Pan's eyes widened at the sight of the scratches running down his back to his hips. She watched as he got out a pair of black sweat pants from his dresser and pulled them up over his firm bottom. They rested low on his hips, and Trunks turned around to look at her with a smirk, knowing she had been watching.
"That is a nice butt," she commented with warm cheeks as she smiled.
Trunks' head fell back with laughter as he walked out of the bedroom.
Pan let out a sigh as rested against the pillows. She felt like she were in a blissful dream. One she didn't want to wake up from. If only her dreams really could be like this, and not nightmares. But, truthfully, she hadn't had that many nightmares lately. Her mind had been too occupied on other things, and sleeping next to Trunks always did seem to help her.
Pan let out a content sigh and closed her eyes. If it weren't for her grumbling stomach, she would be asleep, but when one was a Saiyan, it was impossible to ignore a hungry stomach.
Carefully, Pan sat up. Her body was sore and tender, but it wasn't painful. Trunks had been so careful not to hurt her and so patient to make sure that she enjoyed their first time having sex. And she did. Pan's toes curled at the memory of them moving together, slowly and rhythmically.
The clothes Pan had worn over her underwear were tossed over to the side of the room where she had left them earlier before Trunks came in. Her eyes found Trunks' shirt on the floor, and she smiled to herself as she grabbed it and put it on. She buttoned two of the middle buttons incorrectly, which made the shirt crooked on her, but she didn't mind. She slipped her panties on and managed to pull her bra down from the ceiling fan before she tossed it over with her clothes.
Pan yawned as she walked out of the bedroom slowly, her hand on the hallway wall to help steady herself. She could smell the bacon and eggs before she even reached the kitchen. Trunks was in front of the stove, making pancakes. Pan watched the muscles in his back stretch with his movements as she walked over to him.
"Breakfast for supper?" Pan smiled as she wrapped her arms around Trunks' waist and pressed her cheek against his back. She kissed one of the scratches she had left on him earlier and could feel a tremor run down him from it.
"It's one of your favorite meals," Trunks explained.
Pan hummed in agreement as she held him tighter. She could definitely get used to moments like these.
Knock! Knock!
Bulla gave the door in front of her a nasty glare as if forcing it to open. She waited a few more seconds, not at all feeling patient before she huffed loudly and raised her hand to bang on it again.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
She'd give him ten seconds to open the door before she blast it open!
Ten - nine - eight - seven -
The door swung open, and Bulla's glare dissolved into a wide-eyed stare that matched Pan's confused and sleepy face. Bulla eyed her best friend up and down, her dark hair was a tangled mess, and she was certain Pan was wearing one of Trunks' shirts.
"Bulla?" Pan's voice was slow and sleepy. She stepped aside, and Bulla walked into Trunks' apartment. "Is everything okay?" She asked as she shut the door. "With the way, you were banging-"
"Where's Trunks?" Bulla raised an eyebrow as she glanced around. She couldn't feel Trunks' Ki anywhere in the apartment.
"He went out to get us lunch since he doesn't have any groceries," Pan said. "Bulla-"
"You look like you've had a nice night," Bulla snickered, noting the hickeys along Pan's neck. "You and Trunks finally had sex, didn't you?"
Pan narrowed her eyes, "stop changing the subject. What's going on? Why are you looking for Trunks?"
Bulla felt her cheeks puffing in aggravation, "I want him to beat up Seventeen!"
Pan blinked in surprise, "beat up Seventeen? Why? Did he hurt you?" She asked, and Bulla could see her tensing, and she knew that if she asked, Pan would be ready to fight too.
Bulla felt herself sighing as she dropped onto Trunks' couch. She crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. "We went out clubbing last night and ended up fighting."
"You two fought?" Pan's eyes widened as she sat on the chair beside the couch. "About what?"
Bulla felt her arms tightening over her chest, a scowl growing on her face. "Well, I went to the bathroom, and when I came back some- some- hoes-" she hissed the word- "we're flirting with Sev! I said some not-so-nice things to them to scare them off, and then he had the nerve to say I was over-reacting!" She was shaking as her anger started to rise.
Last night, she had left him at the club and stormed home. For the first time in years, she went into the Gravity Room to blow off steam. How dare he say she over-reacted! She knew she wasn't the most peaceful person around, but she had every right to be angry at him, didn't she?
"Oh my," Pan's eyes widened. "I would have been angry too," she said as her brows furrowed. "Men are so clueless."
Bulla let out a heavy sigh, her scowl slipping into a frown. "You're lucky, Pan-Chan," she mumbled. "You and Trunks are both Saiyans. You're bonded. There's no way Trunks would ever look at another female the way he does you, but Sev-" she let out a sigh. "Sometimes I'm worried that he's just dating me to please me. That he's not interested in me."
"Bulla, that's not true!" Pan gasped and shook her head. "Don't you remember your birthday? He had the whole day planned out to make it as amazing as possible for you! He bugged me non-stop to make sure that he wasn't messing anything up, and you should see the way he looks at you!
"I'm not saying you're wrong," Pan continued, "because as I said, I would be angry if I had been you as well. But do you think you might have misjudged the situation a bit? Do you think those girls were flirting with Seventeen?"
Bulla furrowed her brows. Honestly, she wasn't sure. They sure were smiling at him, though, and that had been enough to irk her jealously into something nasty.
"I don't know!" She groaned.
"I'm guessing you two haven't talked since then?"
Bulla shook her head and let out a huff, "he's called me several times, but I've ignored them." She had been too angry to talk to him without digging herself into a bigger hole, so she hadn't answered.
Pan let out a small sigh and reached over to pat Bulla's hand. "If you're calm enough to do so, maybe you should talk to him," she suggested. "Maybe he's apologizing."
"Or breaking up with me," Bulla muttered gloomily.
Bulla didn't stay too much longer before she left to head back home. Truthfully, she was glad she ran into Pan instead of Trunks because her best friend was right. She did need to talk to Seventeen. Her jealously had gotten the best of her, and maybe she shouldn't have been so mean to those girls, but he shouldn't have said she over-reacted! Couldn't he see how self-conscious she was?
Deep down, Bulla knew it wasn't right for her to expect Seventeen to know that. It still hurt, though, that he had said she had overreacted instead of seeing things from her perspective.
Bulla was walking up to the front door of Brief Manor when she stopped suddenly. Seventeen was sitting on the steps. His head bowed as he stared at the ground. He must have heard Bulla because he glanced up at her, his blue eyes meeting her own. Bulla sucked in a breath as the electric buzz ran rampant between them. It always did when their gazes locked.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"You weren't answering my calls," he said.
Bulla shifted slightly. She wondered if he was there for an apology. If he was, then he would have to apologize first!
"Bulla," Seventeen stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Listen, I'm not good at this relationship thing-"
She gasped, her eyes widening. She felt as if she had been punched in the gut. She swallowed hard, but her throat was dry and itchy. He was going to break up with her. Bulla could feel the tears in her eyes.
Bulla had been broken up with before, and she had broken plenty of hearts herself. But none of those guys had mattered, not like Seventeen did. She was serious about him, and she didn't want to lose him.
"You are the first serious relationship I've ever had," Seventeen continued. "Or, at least, the first one I can remember. So, I'm not good at knowing when things are going wrong or when things might upset you. Last night, I should have viewed the situation through your eyes. You are so important to me, Bulla," he confessed. "I don't want to lose you."
Bulla could feel herself growing warm. She blinked back her hot tears. "So you're not breaking up with me?" She sniffed.
Seventeen furrowed his brows together in confusion. "Break up with you? Why would I be doing that?"
"Because of our fight," Bulla mumbled.
"Our fight?" He repeated as his eyes widened. "Bulla, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than some typical couple fight to keep me from you. In fact, I don't think there is anything that could keep me away from you now."
Bulla felt a rush of relief run through her. She let out a sigh as she ran forward and jumped into Seventeen's embrace. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she pressed her face against his warm neck.
"I'm sorry, too," she mumbled. "I got jealous."
"If it makes you feel any better," Seventeen began as he pressed his hands against her back to hold her. "I was right in the middle of telling them that I was waiting for my girlfriend when you showed up."
Bulla just let out a grumble. She was pleased, but it did make her feel guilty for jumping on the girls so much.
Seventeen chuckled. "You're hard to deal with sometimes, Little Blue, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you."
Bulla leaned back quickly, "you do? You do love me?"
"Of course I do," he smiled softly. "I can't imprint as Saiyans can, but I know without a doubt that you're the one for me, Bulla. That's why I believe things happen for a reason. My accident happened for a reason, and me losing my memories happened for a reason. I believe it was so I could be with you."
Bulla smiled at him, teary-eyed and swooning. All worries she had disappeared as she looked him in the eyes. "I love you too," she told Seventeen as she pulled him down for another kiss.