Wow! I'm surprised! I wasn't sure of how quickly I could write this next part, I write based on pure inspiration and if a dry spell comes then I'm out of luck. Trying to force myself to write is like telling Vegeta to bow before Goku. Like that would ever happen! Before you go on to reading this fic I want to suggest a fic idea that I thought of, maybe its been done and if so I would love to read it. Mirai Trunks and Pan (he comes from his timeline to live in theirs) fall in love do the marriage thing as do Marron and GT Trunks. (This fic could be both T/P and T/M, not many of those!) Well after a few years of marital bliss Pan and GT Trunks begin to have an affair of sorts. Mirai Trunks and Marron find out, wackiness ensues. I'm not sure what everyone else thinks but I thought it would be a wacky and original fic. I can't write it though so if someone else wants to, please, be my guest. Just send me a copy of it so I can read it! Thanks for being patient and reading all this junk I've written! And now, on to the story!

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Amidst the chaos that was Trunks' office sat two figures, hunched over a stack of papers. Their heads leaning together, so close that their hair brushed eachothers forehead. Empty take-out boxes littered the floor and various desktops, proof of their inhuman appetite. The man reached over and picked up a glass off the desk, raising the container to his lips and having drunk from it, handed the glass to his counterpart.

Pan leaned back on her hands, yawning as she stretched her aching muscles. Trunks was sitting beside her, still curved over the pile of papers. She smiled to herself, thinking of the sight they made. Sitting on the floor in the president of the company's office, papers and trash surrounding them as they toiled away on the insane amount of paperwork that demanded their attention.

Pan glanced at Trunks through hooded eyelids, and, not for the first time, noticed how adorable he looked when he scrunched up his face and pouted his lips. Like a little kid begging for something, she thought. Her body began to react, as it often did nowadays around Trunks. Her heart beat picked up and her senses were heightened, her body was aware of every bit of physical contact that happened between the two entities.

She let her eyes slid closed as she relished in the feelings she was experiencing. Sitting next to him, his large frame dwarfing her petite body, their legs pressed firmly against eachother as they sat Indian style on the floor, the heat generating off of him in waves, warming her to the core. A sigh escaped her parted lips as she concentrated on just enjoying the brief moment she had with him in this quiet sanctity.

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Trunks' eyes darted over his shoulder, seeking out Pan's. Her eyes were closed in relaxation and she looked as if she were on the verge of relinquishing her consciousness to the persuasion of sleep. A smile touched his lips as he watched her gently breathe in and out, in and out, in and out.

How odd, he thought, I must also be tired, I'm far more captivated by her now than usual. Or am I, he asked himself. A question asked is not always a question answered, he had learned that much in his life and wisely, in his mind, placed these thoughts toward the back of his mind, but in truth was that possible?

"Pan," he softly whispered. He placed a gentle hand on her leg to stir her from her trance. "If you're tired, Panny, go home and sleep. This is my job, not yours. You shouldn't even be here wasting your time doing all this boring and tedious paperwork."

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His husky voice reverberated in her ears as she listened to his words. Leave? Though true she was tired and at the moment sleep was very enticing, she would not leave him alone to work, could not leave him alone.

"I'm fine, Trunks, just resting my eyes a bit," Pan responded as she rose from her comfortable position, saddened by the departure of his hand on the her leg with her movement.

"The classic 'just resting my eyes' bit, huh? Seriously though, Pan, you don't have to stay. I'll understand if you want to go."

"Go? But the funs just starting! Nah, I'd rather stay and help you. I would feel terrible leaving you here to do all this yourself. Besides, I'm thinking that if I help you sort through all this paperwork then you're going to owe me pretty big. Which is always a plus!" Pan replied with a devilish smile.

Trunks groaned at the thought of owing Pan something, inwardly though he had no problem with owing her anything.

"Well then let's get back to work, Miss Son!" Trunks said, a bit of energy finding its way to him.

Pan giggled at his suddenly enthusiastic mood, "Yes sir!"

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Stacks of paper began to fade as time went on. Pens flew across papers with confident strokes. An occasional exchange of words of a document. Thus the hours passed from night to early morning, with the occupants of the office never breaking from their assault on the merciless stacks of papers.

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Pan beamed at Trunks as she filed away the last document, shutting the file cabinet door with a confident force. Trunks looked around the office in amazement. The papers were gone, as was the trash, he could see his desktop again and also the floor.

"What a feeling of relief to have all that done. Wow. My mother will never believe this. She expected me to be stuck in here for at least three days. But with your help, Pan, we got it done in less then a day. A day! She will have a heartache when she hears this."

"Glad to be of service, my lord," Pan said playfully, as she mockingly bowed to him in false servitude and respect.

"And according to my memory, I now owe you big, correct?"

"Damn straight! I didn't do all this work for nothing, you know," Pan bounced back at him.

"Then, pray tell, why did you help me?"

Pan felt her knees go weak and all thoughts flew from her mind as if a caged bird escaping its confines. Trunks began to move towards her until he was standing in front of her, so close that his hair brushed against her forehead as he looked at her.

Obsidian met azure, their eyes locked, neither individual willing to break the coveted connection.

Pan's body felt numb, the tingling crept its way up from her toes to her head. Words came to her, spoken from the heart, words she didn't know she held within. Thoughts, she hadn't even consciously realized.

"I saw something. A person, or rather, a soul, crying out in pain. Caged and hidden away. Locked in an ivory tower, that inside was not made of ivory. Each time it broke its confines to escape, the cage was made smaller. Eventually, hope will be lost and the soul will forfeit its fire for the uncaged life."

Trunks trembled as she spoke, her eyes never breaking from his. It was as if she could see straight into his soul and perhaps she could.

"I didn't want you to be caged longer then necessary, Trunks. Your soul, its in distress here. You are slowly killing yourself everyday you sit in this office. You have to break free, before you lose yourself."

Trunks' eyes searched her own, hoping to find an answer to his silent question. How was it she had him so entranced? How was it she knew exactly what he was feeling? And perhaps most importantly, did she truly care?

Finding his voice, Trunks spoke, "And how exactly do I set myself free? If I am trapped in the tower then I am unable to unlock the gate and take the burden of captivity from my soul."

There was a tremor in his voice as he spoke. His heart hoping that she would not disappoint him, hoping that she would not break him, hoping that she could love him enough to help set him free again.

"Then I suppose you would need someone else to unlock the gate and set you free," she responded, her voice soft and oscillating.

"Perhaps you have an idea of who might be able to do such a task?"

"I think I may."

These words were enough for Trunks to settle in his mind that she reciprocated feelings for him. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his. As they surrendered their souls to eachother, Trunks was able to feel his confines breaking away.

And as is often the case, love was able to free a soul from its pain.

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Should I write another part or was this enough of an ending? Let me know! Ta-ta!