"Mr. Briefs, Mrs. Briefs is on line 15," chirped Ivy, Trunks' secretary, over the phone.

"Ok, thanks," he replied, pushing the little button. "Hi, Kasaan."

"Hello, Trunks-kun, how's business?" she asked.

"Um, fine…" He glanced at the stacks of papers and what not on his desk and winced. "Could be better."

"Good. Say, you aren't busy on Saturdays, are you?"

Trunks looked over at his calendar. Weekends were usually his days off, to either hang around with Goten or spend time with his current girlfriend, which, at the moment, he didn't have. Since Marron "left" he didn't feel ready to go out again just yet.

"Not particularly, why?"

She told him what she wanted him to do. "You will be able to, won't you?"

He sighed inwardly. He didn't really want to do what his mother was asking of him, but he also didn't have anything better do to. And anyway, he hadn't really talked to Pan recently, maybe it was a good idea after all.

"Sure, I'll tutor Pan…"

Panis Angelicus
Fit panis hominum;
Dat panis coelicus
Figuris terminum
O res mirabilis,
Manducat Dominum.
Pauper, pauper,
Sevus et humilis…

Rachel Parker tossed her long, blond hair behind her and grinned as the last note left her throat and the choir went silent. For this song, she was the soloist, Bra being her alternate, though the chance of Bra ever being able to fulfill her duties as one was slim.

"Good job, Rachel," the conducter, Mrs. Wright, commended. "Make sure you open that mouth as big as you can, dear. And altos, I really need you to give it your all, ok? And tenors…"

"She's not as good as you say," Matt remarked, sitting next to Pan in the empty audience chairs (the choir practiced in the auditorium). "You're probably better, or that blue-head friend of yours." He wore white slacks and a black sleeveless shirt that wasn't really a tank top; apparently he wasn't in the mood to "do it" with girls that day so he spent much of the afternoon with Pan, visible.

Pan snorted. "Yeah, right. My voice could break windows, literally. And Bra's really good, but Rachel could go pro with that voice…. And they're singing my song!" she growled in mock anger.

"Would you like to sing in her place?"

"Hell, yeah! That'd be great! But I couldn't," she replied, shaking her head. "Not with my voice."

"Not with your voice," he agreed. "But you could still sing it if you wanted to."

She turned to him with an expression of half annoyance and half curiosity. "How?"

"Let me show you." Suddenly, he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, during which he blew his breath into her. It was ice cold and at first lingered in her mouth until she gasped from surprise, and it went down and stayed in her throat, in her vocal cords.

A few girls in the choir happened to see that and giggled. Matt grinned and winked at them, and about three blushed. Trunks, who was sitting in the front row, looked back at him, seemingly skeptical.

"What the hell did you do??" Pan hissed angrily.

He opened his mouth to reply, but then Trunks appeared standing next to her. "We have to go," he said. "The rehearsal's done and your dad said for you to be back at seven."

"Ok. See you, Matt." She got up and she, Trunks, and Bra left.

"Rachel Parker," Matt muttered a few minutes later, taking out pocket notebook and wrote the name down. "Blonde with nice body… Satan City, Japan…"

"I'm doing it just like you said," Pan argued, working out the figure.

"Well, here's your problem," Trunks pointed out, indicating one of the symbols. "You're not supposed to-"

"Your hand is shaking," Pan interrupted.

"What?" he asked, annoyed and wanting to get the tutoring over with. It was after the choir rehearsal now and they were at Capsule Corp., sitting on the sofa in the living room. "No it's not. Now, listen-"

"You're still sad about Marron," she said, sounding guilty. She leaned back against the couch and sighed.

He gritted his teeth, partially from overwhelming annoyance but mostly from anger. "So what if I am?? Look, Pan, we're not here to discuss my personal feelings, ok? We're here for you, and frankly, I just want to get this done."

"Ok… But Trunks…"

"What now?" He sighed and turned to her.

"Do you miss her?"

"Pan. Of course I do," he replied. "Happy now? Can we move on?"

"Alright."

"Ok. So, anyway, what your problem is…" And so the tutoring session continued.

Pan tried to pay attention. She knew that Trunks was really trying to get her to learn this, either that or he was just in a hurry.

To do what? she wondered. Maybe he has a new girlfriend who's waiting for him at some crummy theatre. No, I don't think so, he wouldn't get one so quickly, not after Marron. Maybe he's just annoyed with me… Well shit.

"There, now you try," he said after explaining calculus again. He wrote out a sample problem and handed her the pencil.

She took it and, after staring at the problem a few moments, wrote out the answer.

He looked on, at first seeming skeptical, then surprised, eyebrows raised. "You did that in your head?"

"What? Oh," she looked at the paper, seeming equally surprised. "I guess I did."

"Wow… Well, it's correct… That's brilliant, Pan, good job." He stood up. "I guess that's enough for today, I'll drive you home if you want."

"Sure…"

Just then Bra strolled in. "You're done? Great! Come on, Pan, my mom says you can stay the night if it's ok with your parents!"

"Ok!" Pan replied, and she and her best friend went into the kitchen to get the phone.

"'Toussan? Hi," she greeted after dialing. "We're done with the tutoring, and… No, Trunks said he could take me, but listen… I'm calling 'cuz I need to ask you something! Can I spend the night at Bra's?… Daddy… Yeah, Trunks-kun says I'm doing great… Thanks! Bye." She hung up and turned to her friend. "He said it's ok. So what do you wanna do?"

"Go to the mall!" declared Bra, grabbing Pan by the arm and rushing out the door.

"I'm so bored," Goten whined through the receiver. "There's nothing to do here except watch Mom cook and Dad eat."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to tutor an annoying teenager who'd rather be doing whatever it is Pan's doing with her spare time, do you?" Trunks replied. "Have you seen her boyfriend? He's weird…"

"I didn't know she had one. She's been kind of out of it lately. Well, anyway, what are you doing tomorrow? I got sweet tickets to the Demon's game and-"

"Hold on, Bra's yelling at me for something… Call you back later, ok?"

"Sure."

Trunks hung up and jogged downstairs to where Bra was calling him.

"Trunks!" she wailed upon seeing him. She and Pan were huddled on the kitchen tiled floor surrounded by bags and miscellaneous clothing items. "I can't find the scissors!" She held up a pair of black, thick-heeled sandals with the tags still dangling.

He sighed. "Can't you just rip it off?"

"What?! But it might damage them!" she cried.

"Fine." He walked over and fumbled around in a drawer, looking for it. "I don't see why you can't do this…"

Bra shrugged and turned to Pan. "I told you he was lazy."

"I think he's just stubborn," she replied, grinning.

Trunks pretended not to have heard them. "Eh… Weren't the scissors in your room, Bra? As I recall, you were cutting your Barbie's hair."

"Oh… right," she said sheepishly, jogging off with flushed cheeks.

"Girls," he muttered, walking off.

That wasn't very nice.

Pan spun around, just to see you-know-who sitting in a chair, eating an apple and scowling. He still wore his clothes, though the shirt was dampened on his chest.

What're you doing here??

Eating. Oh, that Rachel chick? She's cool. Very eager for me to bless her with my presence.

He grinned. Pan scowled.

Well, then, if she likes it so much, maybe you should spend more time with her and less with me?

Nah. I can't you off that easy.

Within a second, he was right in front of her, kissing her with his tongue dancing in her mouth and his hands feeling through her clothes. Pan squealed and tried to pull away, but, as always, it was no use, so all she could do was accept what was happening to her and hope Bra wasn't come back any time soon.

Bra didn't know what to think: whether her friend was really perverted or was really bad at push-ups. All in all, it was a disturbing sight. Pan was crouched down on all fours, breathing hard and in shudders with beads of sweat rolling down her face. Every once in awhile, she'd give a sort of half-grunt-half-moan.

After a few moments of this, she collapsed and just lay there atop the clothes, her breathing now returning to normal. Bra walked over. "Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah… I'm fine…" She got up. "Sorry."

"It's ok. Mind telling me what you were doing?"

"You wouldn't… I mean… Never mind," she stuttered. "Can I talk to Trunks?"

"Sure. TRUNKS!!!" Bra yelled at the top of her lungs. "GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!!!"

There was a small thumping noise as he stomped back down the stairs. "What now?" he asked wearily.

"Pan wants to talk to you," Bra replied, picking up her belongings from the floor and left.

Trunks sighed and walked over so he was somewhat near Pan. "Yes?"

She didn't answer at first, just studied his eyes, making him feel awkward. After a few moments she looked down at the ground. "I…."

"Yes, Pan, what?" What patience he did have left just then disappeared. Goten was waiting for him on the phone and frankly he didn't see any point in talking to Pan if she stuttered. But then she finally answered.

"I killed Marron, Trunks-kun."