I don't own DBZ/GT, and I make NO MONEY. I rewrote the end of chapter 3. All I can say, is that I was VERY tired when I wrote it originally.

Finding Your Way Home - Part 4

By Saiyan Chaos

Pan walked into the diner to get a fresh uniform out of her locker. Halfway to the back room, she stopped, staring at the door.. and who was leaning against it.

"Panny, you are NOT working here." Trunks ordered. "If you need to work, fine. I need a new assistant. At least that way, you won't be on your feet all day."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her elbow and ushered her back upstairs and to her apartment.

"Trunks! Let GO! Who do you think you are?"

"Your boss." He said, "I bought the diner to be sure that you wouldn't overwork."

"UUUUGH!!! Again, you go TOO FAR!"

Without thought, she brought her hand back, and slapped him across the face. Then, she stood, frozen, staring at the red hand print on his cheek.

"Maybe, Pan.. Maybe I didn't go far enough."

Without warning, he pulled her into his arms, harshly kissing her lips as he stole her breath. He drove his tounge deep into her mouth, tasting her anger in his mind even as he tasted Chi chi's cherry pie.

At first, she fought him, then she melted into the kiss. Finally, she realized what she had been doing. Outraged, she pushed him away and smacked him again.

"Pan.. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that." he apologized, unable to explain just WHY he had kissed her.

"Get out." She said it low, her voice barely controlled. The young demi-saiyan clenched her hands together, itching to let him have it.

"Pan, I'm serious! I don't know WHAT came over me!" Trunks apologized, not thinking how it sounded.

"Oh gee. I know I'm too fat to be irresistible.. but am I so hideous that you have to be crazy to kiss me?" She purposely took it the wrong way, too irritated to be the pacifist. Let him do it.

"That's not fair! You know I didn't mean it that way!"

"Trunks... just get out. I am not in the mood to play word games." She pushed him backwards, slowly steering him out the door. Then, as his foot touched the landing, she slammed it shut and locked it. As an afterthought, she opened the door again and looked him in his bemused eyes and said, "And I quit!" before slamming it again.

She smirked, knowing that he wouldn't try to come back in. His next move would be to go to her father. Gohan would straighten him out.

She went to the bathroom to shower before work, then realized that she didn't have a job. A few choice curses leaked from her lips, before she went back to the living room to collapse on the couch.

"I am NOT going to work for him!" She decided to go back downstairs to get a paper from the diner. "I will just have to find something else."

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Gokou and Mike watched in disappointment as Panny's hand came up and slapped the purple haired demi-saiyan. They really thought that a few hugs and kisses would make them realize just how much they cared for each other! Unfortunately, It seemed like it was going to take a lot more than that.

"Idiots." The slow, derisive voice sounded behind them, making the two men turn around. The speaker was a tall green man with antenna and pointed teeth.

"Piccolo!" Gokou cried out, ignoring Mikes intimidated silence.

"Yeah, yeah, Gokou. How you doing and all that rot. Look, you honestly didn't think they were going to fall in together just because Trunks KISSED her, did you?" He shook his head, the antenna shaking slightly with the movement.

Gokou looked at his feet, unwilling to admit that it was the extent of their plan.

"It was the best we could think of in short notice." Mike found his voice enough to say.

"Hmmph. I thought you were a college kid." The Namek snorted, leaning up against the wall to watch as Pan slammed the door shut in Trunks face. "These two have been fighting their feelings for so long, that it's going to take more than a kiss to make them see the light."

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~~~Hmmm... administrative assistant... I DO have the training....~~~ She circled it, signaling for another cup of herbal tea. ~~~Wait.. it's for Trunks.~~~ Recognizing the phone number, she drew a huge red 'X' through it.

"Pan, just take the job." Liz encouraged, coming up to her with the tea pot. "It's not like good jobs just come up everyday, y'know!"

"Liz, I don't want to work for him." I said, not really sure why I didn't, but positive that it would be a mistake. "Besides, I need something less...stressful right now. I've known Trunks my entire life, and he's not the most relaxing person around. He would have me climbing the walls by lunchtime!"

"Hon.. it's either take the job, or move back home. I don't know a single person who would hire a girl right before she goes on maternity leave."

Liz shook her head, then moved away to serve another customer. Pan was left chewing on the end of her pencil, frustrated because she knew that she was right.

She grabbed her pocketbook and left, determined to call her tormentor before she changed her mind. Pan couldn't believe she was agreeing to this!

Closing the door behind her, she picked up the phone. Once, twice it rang, then he was there.

"Pan? Hmm.. I was expecting you to call. When can you start?"

"How do you know I'm not calling to turn you down?" She leaned against the couch, more than a little annoyed as she noticed the fresh flowers in the window. On impulse, she walked over to the fridge, eyes narrowing as the fresh vegetables and fruits were revealed by the open door.

"You don't want to move back home, so you need a job. I know that no one else will hire you right now, AND you are more than qualified for the job. It was a bit obvious, Panny." His voice was so SMUG, and I watched as a very small ki ball seemed to dance in my palm.

"Whatever. Have you been in my apartment?"

"ME? Would I do that?"

:::Yup. You would, you overprotective pain in the ass.:::

I didn't say it out loud, but I was tempted. Instead, I bit my tounge, settling for a long "Hnnnnn..."

"Look, I can start next week, but only if you promise that I won't get any special treatment, ok?"

"Pan, I promise that I won't treat you any different than I normally do."

"I was afraid of that. Just so you know that this is against my better judgment."

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Trunks hung up the phone, laughing quietly as he imagined her face when she saw the groceries.

:::If she thinks that's a bit presumptuous, wait until she see's the dresses I bought her for work.::::

At that moment, Bulma came into the room with her newest capsule prototype. She took one look at her son's mischievous face, and groaned. She hadn't seen that look in a very long time, but she still recognized it. He was up to no good.

"Hello, Mother." He grinned, noticing her look of dread.

"What did you do, Trunks?"

"Nothing bad. I just filled that administrative assistant post." He held out his hand for his mothers prototype, biting his lip to try to stay serious.

"Alright. You want to play games, fine. Who is taking the job?"

"Mother, it's no one bad, really. Son Pan is back in town, and she needs a job. She has all the qualifications, and we all trust her, so I offered it to her. That was her on the phone, and it felt good to hear from her, that's all."

"Trunks, why do I get the feeling that you're only telling me half the story?"

Her son merely smiled before kissing her cheek.

"Would I do that?" He asked, before leaving to get lunch.

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A/N - Sorry for the long wait, but I had a slight case of writers block....(still do, but i'm working through it...) Chaos