Author's Note: So, here's the second chapter. I would, first of all like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter, it means so much to me!
I'll try my best to live up to your expectations.
Now, before you continue on to the fic, I'd like to add that in this story Trunks is not yet 21 and Pan is 19. Pan's age really doesn't matter, but I thought I'd add it in just because I forgot to mention it. ^^
Also, I've just started school again and am going to be tangled in tons of work. So, forgive me if chapters don't come out every couple of weeks. I'll try.
Anyway, enough of me. On to the fic.
Disclaimers: Don't own any of the characters, i'm just using them for my own twisted self. ^.^
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Chapter 2 : Embarrassing Situations And The Banquet
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Dawn's rosy fingers brightened the world as her light poured through the window of the princes' room. Pan squinted as the rays of sun played over her eyes. She stretched, not wanting to move from the warm, fluffy bed. Sighing tiredly, she rolled over. Looking at the figure next her she screamed and pushed it out of the bed.
"W-what are YOU doing in MY bed!!!?" She stood on the bed screaming with an accusing finger pointed at him.
Trunks, still half-asleep, was not pleased with how she chose to wake him.
"What the hell are you talking about, you maniac?!" He yelled back at her, rubbing the spot on his head that came in contact with the hard floor first. "It's MY bed and you're MY mate!"
"Mate? I'm NOT your mate nor will I EVER be your mate! I refuse!" She spat back at him.
"You don't have a choice! How many times do I have to go over this with you? For the love of…"
"Besides, you obviously saw that I was sleeping in it. You should've stayed on the couch." She stated, hands on hips.
"It's my bed and I'm the Prince of Vegetasei. You'd think you have enough brains to not argue with me! I could blow you into oblivion!" He screamed at her jumping up on the bed and getting up in her face (for lack of a better phrase ^^).
"Good! Then at least it would put my out of my misery!" She snapped back at him hopping off the bed, storming into the next room, and thumping down on the couch in front of the died-out fire. Trunks, infuriated with her cocky remarks, was about to scream something back at her, when he noticed she was crying. It was very low, and her sobs were muffled, but his keen since of hearing could pick it up. His heart ached slightly and he was about to go to her, when the door to his room abruptly opened. There, a guard stood and informed him his parents wished to speak to him. Glancing one more time at the weeping girl, his brows furrowed once again, and he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him and the guard.
***
"You wanted to see me?"
"How is she?" Vegeta asked, his back turned to Trunks. Bulma sat on a nearby lounge chair.
"Don't speak to me like she's a piece of merchandise." He growled, uncontrollably pissed with his father.
Turning around, Vegeta smirked slightly. "How is she?" Vegeta repeated, pretending not to her the last comment Trunks had made.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"How do you like her? Does she suit your needs?"
Trunks gave him a look of disgust. "You can't just randomly pick a girl, shove her into my room, and expect everything to turn out fine. It doesn't work that way." He crossed his arms turning away from the king and queen.
"She's - she's quite lovely." He said meekly, speaking up again. "But, I'm afraid it will never work out." With that said he turned around to face a smug looking Vegeta.
"It shall work out. And when you settle your differences, you will be married one day." He said simply.
Trunks looked frustrated and infuriated with his father. Before anything regrettable happened, Bulma spoke up.
"Trunks, what your father says is for the best. You know the rules, you need to be mated soon so one day you can marry. This is all for the best, I'm sure. She's a wonderful girl…just give it time. Everything will work out splendid."
She soothed.
"And even if it doesn't," Vegeta started as Trunks was walking out of the room, "You two are stuck together...forever."
And that was the end of that.
***
Trunks walked into his chamber still infuriated by his father's words. Not seeing the girl anywhere, he was tempted to yell for her when he spotted her sleeping figure still on the couch still where he had left her. Curiosity got a hold of him, and he snuck over to where she rested.
As he looked at her, harsh reality pointed out that her cheeks and lashes were still dewy from her tears. Tears that he had caused. A tinge of guilt struck him. Quickly pushing it aside, he scowled (much resembling his father) and started to storm away.
"You're back." She had startled him.
"Yes." He remarked. An awkward silence…
Spotting a blanket on a nearby chest, he promptly grabbed it and tucked it over the girl. She looked at him with wonder in her deep blue eyes.
"You looked cold." He shrugged, breaking the silence.
"Trunks…" She whispered shyly with a tone of embarrassment etched in her voice.
"Yes."
"I'm going to be with you forever, aren't I?" She asked looking down, brows furrowed with resentment.
"Yes, I'm afraid whether you like it or not…" He sagged his shoulders.
"And…you're not mad about this?" She asked.
"I accept it...now." He said plain and simple.
"Well, if this is so … can you do me one favor?" She asked, eyes sparkling.
"Depends on what it is."
She frowned slightly. "Ask me my name."
And then there was that awkward silence again…
***
Trunks sat on the chair opposite from Pan.
"It's a pretty name…Pan, that is." He said to her.
After being confronted that he DID NOT know her name, he felt quite embarrassed and quickly asked for it.
"Hmm…" She sighed at his compliment.
"Your welcome." He replied sarcastically.
She raised an eyebrow and abruptly got up.
"I'm going to bed." She stated.
"What? It's so early still…and you haven't eaten anything." He said, a little concern showing in his voice.
"Suddenly, I've lost my appetite." She turned at walked over to the large, fluffy bed (which somewhat resembled an oversized marshmallow) and crawled into it, curling up in it's cloud-like covers.
Trunks frowned.
"Fine, suit yourself. Starve for all I care…" He mumbled under his breath as he walked out the door, loudly banging it behind him.
Tears gathered in her eyes as soon as he left, and she began her newly formed ritual of crying herself to sleep, again.
***
She must have slept for many hours, or at least it seemed that way. When she woke, night had fallen and stars and clouds cascaded across the midnight sky. She fluttered her eyes closed again, too sad and weakened from sorrow to move from her comfortable position. She shifted closer to the left, and feeling warmth, snuggled against it.
When whatever she had snuggled against suddenly turned towards her, she realized something. Unfamiliar with her new living conditions, she had totally forgotten she now shared a bed with the prince. It seemed he had forgotten that too, because before she could move away and correct her error he encircled his arms around her and hugged her…as one would a pillow in the night.
She was practically face to face with him, providing of course that he was sound asleep and she was awake and in a compromising situation. She attempted to wriggle unnoticed out of his grip, but his arms just crushed her body tighter against his own.
As she lay in this position, she carefully debated on the things she should do. Wondering if she should just stay there (after all, he was very warm…) or wake him.
Deciding on the later, she gentle shook his right shoulder and whispered softly.
"Trunks…please wake up!" She growled, as she continued shaking his shoulder.
He stirred awhile before responding to her pleas. His eyes slowly opened as he found himself face to face with her.
"You-you grabbed me in the middle of the night…" She explained.
"Pan…I…" He maintained his grip on her waist as they remained in their current state.
"Well…let me go!" She harshly whispered, still trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
He released her immediately, and if she wasn't mistaken, blushed profusely realizing his hold on her had been set for too long.
"Sorry…" He apologized. "It's a bad habit of mine…to grab pillows and such ... in my sleep and…and I'm just not used to you being here, yet."
"Neither of us is used to it, yet." She replied back coldly as she turned over and closed her eyes, hoping to find sleep.
Trunks did the same, but neither got what they were looking for.
***
Trunks' eyes shot open as a hard object slammed into his nose.
"Owww!" He grabbed his sore nose and sat up in bed. Searching for the culprit that did this to him, he found it, Pan's arm.
He silently cursed the snoring girl as he, still rubbing his nose, swung his legs out of bed and proceeded to hop into a pair of green jogging slacks and a black tank. He grabbed his sword from a cabinet, which he had made especially for it, and proceeding in strapping it to his back. He then quietly left the room to go train.
Pan's eyes flashed open as she heard the door click closed. She rose out of bed and yawned, still drowsy from her previous night of little rest. She glanced at the large grandfather clock near the wall opposite herself. It was 5:30 AM. She groaned, turning over to relish the privilege of having the entire bed to herself. However, she couldn't enjoy it for long because sleep seemed to escape her the moment she woke up. She soon rolled out of bed, worrying that she might have insomnia, and stretched the cracks out of her back and neck.
She began to wonder what she should do with her self, when her stomach grumbled angrily reminding her that she needed to eat.
So, quietly creeping out the princes' room and into the vast hallway, she began her search for something to do and something to eat.
***
Trunks punched at his invisible partner, dewy drops of sweat soon forming on his body. He wiped his forearm across his brow, causing damp locks of purple to swing into his eyes. Getting bored with that, he griped his sword and soon began swinging…again at an invisible partner.
Frustrated, he slung it to the ground. Today he just couldn't concentrate.
"What was all that about last night…" He whispered to himself, running a hand through his soaking hair as he slouched against one of the walls of the training room.
"I'm such a imbecile…" He sighed as he shook his head.
Suddenly, he was interrupted from his current state of self-pity by a loud knock at the doors to the room. He grumbled as he got up from his spot.
"Come in!" He shouted, standing straight.
Two guards soon entered the room, each holding the arm of a wriggling girl.
"Let me GO!" She screamed.
"Pan?" Trunks questioned. "Release her." The guards obeyed.
They dropped her abruptly to the ground as she continued to curse them.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She screamed at the two guards. They glanced back threateningly at her, but dared not move without a command from the prince.
"What's the meaning of this?" Trunks questioned.
"We found her walking unattended through the halls." One guard spoke up.
"Oh, I'm soooo sorry." Pan said sarcastically. "I didn't know my babysitter," She began, motioning to Trunks, "would have to accompany me everywhere I went." She frowned, hand on hip.
"Ok, thank you, you're dismissed." He said to the guards. They turned and left.
Trunks turned and looked at Pan, a glare in his eyes.
"What?" She asked innocently. "I was hungry! I was just looking for some food."
Trunks rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath.
"Don't let it happen again." He said sternly. "But, while you're here…I should inform you that we have a social banquet to attend this evening. Some servants should be stopping by our room soon to get you ready."
"Ooh…do I have to go?" She whined.
"Yes, you're my date for the evening." He said simply. "Now…leave me alone so I can train."
"What am I to you? A trophy to show off to your friends?!" She yelled back, angry with him for wanting to get rid of her so quickly.
"No."
"Then what's the point of me going?! I won't know anyone, I have no business to attend to there…" She complained.
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!" He screamed at her loosing his patience and pushing her out of his way so he could continue with his training.
She was taken aback by his sudden outburst of words and motion. Furious, she turned to leave the room but not before uttering a simple, "Fuck you."
She slammed the door as hard as she could, causing it to fall abruptly off it's hinges. Trunks cringed and slapped himself in the head.
*Oh, gods. I'm such a stupid, stupid idiot! How am I ever supposed to get along with this girl if I can't…ARRGGH!* He mentally screamed at himself, unable to finish his thought.
***
Night soon came, and Pan was dressed accordingly in an iridescent sea-foam green, sleekly draped and low-cut gown. This time, two shimmering gold arm cuffs were placed on her and her hair was held partially and loosely back with a gold clasp. Sandals, again, were placed upon her feet.
So, after she was made up, primped, polished, (and re-primped) she sat silently waiting and thinking on the bed until someone would come and retrieve her.
She swung her dangling feet from the edge of the bed impatiently as she basked in her boredom. Finally, after what seemed like forever and a day, the door swung open.
Standing there was the lavender-haired prince. She froze as she saw him walk in.
*Wow, he looks fantastic…* She took a sharp intake of air.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired.
"I'm here to escort you to the banquet." He smirked almost evilly.
She frowned and hopped off the bed. She attempted to walk over to where he walk slyly leaned up against the wall, but ended up tripping on her dress…again. With lightning-like movements, Trunks was there to catch her. He held her in a firm grasp and helped her back up. Pan went limp, still pressed against his hard body as they stood there awkwardly.
"You make a habit of always tripping in front of me?" He joked.
"Well, maybe if I wouldn't have to wear these ridiculous outfits…" She stopped…he was staring at her. "W-what?" She asked, their noses practically touching; the scent of his cologne driving her mad.
"You look beautiful." He said, still holding onto her, his breath tickling her neck.
"Really...." She whispered, almost inaudibly, as she shrugged herself out of his grip. "Well, we better get going." She started walking out of the door.
"Right." He blushed.
***
The place was packed. Crowds of people, mostly investors from other planets wanting to do business with Vegeta-sei, chattered and socialized. Pan's eyes scanned the crowd as Trunks escorted her around to different associates he was involved with. She kept her head down, studying her feet.
Time passed. How much, well…she wasn't sure. Suddenly, she was startled by an orchestra starting up and the sound of music ringing in her ears. She lifted her head up quickly to find that people had begun dancing.
"Dance?" Trunks offered his hand out to her.
"NO." She scowled, miserable, "I DON'T dance."
"Oh, too bad." Trunks frowned, which was soon replaced by a smirk. "I do."
He grasped her waist and shoved her close to himself so their hips were practically pressed against each other.
"I DON'T dance…" She angrily repeated to him as he led her out to the dance floor.
"Do I look like I care?" He spat back.
So they danced, which proved that Pan's present state of being miserable could metamorph into unquestionably miserable.
***
"Ouch!" Trunks almost yelled as Pan stepped on his toes.
"Whoops." Pan smiled maliciously. "Seems I'm not too good of dancer, huh? Too bad for you."
"You did that on purpose - Ow!"
"Whoops! Did it again!" She laughed lightly.
"You're doing on purpose you little bitch!" He hissed at her.
"No, that wasn't on purpose." She slammed her foot down on his with all her might. "Now…that was." She grinned even brighter as he nearly fell over with pain.
"I think…" He began as he regained his composure. "We need to take a break."
"Whatever you say, although I was actually beginning to have fun."
"Yea, I'm sure you were you little conniving…" The curses continued as Trunks led Pan to a pair of cushioned seats located beside the King and Queen's thrown overlooking the dance floor.
Bulma leaned over her chair and bent down towards Trunks, causing the sparkling tiara she was wearing to tilt ever so slightly to the front.
"So, sweetie, how's it going?" She smiled, blue hair cascading down her small shoulders.
"Things could be worse I suppose." He shrugged. "For example, I could be skinned alive. That would PROBABLY be worse then this, although I'm starting to have my doubts." He mumbled back to his mother.
"Trunks!" His mother scolded. "Now really, it isn't that bad. You two seemed to be having a lovely time dancing. Although, we should get that girl some lessons on it…"
Trunks sighed heavily glancing over at Pan. Her arms were folded in her lap and she was staring at the ground.
*She looks as miserable as I do…* Trunks sighed again.
Time passed by quickly and soon the banquet was over much to the relief of both Pan and Trunks. He attempted to escort her back to their quarters, but she insisted on stomping her way back with him in tow.
***
When they got back to their room, Pan mumbled something about being exhausted. So, naturally she changing in PJs and hopped into bed. Trunks sighed as he blew a few strands of purple out of his eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, kicked off his shoes, and hopped into bed, as well.
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Author's Note: Yes, I know nothing exciting of significant happened in this chapter. I'm basically trying to build the mood and give you an idea of how Pan and Trunks are feeling towards each other right now.
If you haven't figured it out, there is a lot of tension between Trunks and Pan currently. She hates him, dispite the fact that it really isn't his fault she's in her current position and he's pretty ticked off at her for hating him...
anyway, that's the present vibe. So, I hope you enjoyed it maybe...and I'll be working on the next chapter post haste and wracking my brain to try to figure out what the heck I'm going to write. Ja ne. ^.~
I'll try my best to live up to your expectations.
Now, before you continue on to the fic, I'd like to add that in this story Trunks is not yet 21 and Pan is 19. Pan's age really doesn't matter, but I thought I'd add it in just because I forgot to mention it. ^^
Also, I've just started school again and am going to be tangled in tons of work. So, forgive me if chapters don't come out every couple of weeks. I'll try.
Anyway, enough of me. On to the fic.
Disclaimers: Don't own any of the characters, i'm just using them for my own twisted self. ^.^
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Chapter 2 : Embarrassing Situations And The Banquet
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Dawn's rosy fingers brightened the world as her light poured through the window of the princes' room. Pan squinted as the rays of sun played over her eyes. She stretched, not wanting to move from the warm, fluffy bed. Sighing tiredly, she rolled over. Looking at the figure next her she screamed and pushed it out of the bed.
"W-what are YOU doing in MY bed!!!?" She stood on the bed screaming with an accusing finger pointed at him.
Trunks, still half-asleep, was not pleased with how she chose to wake him.
"What the hell are you talking about, you maniac?!" He yelled back at her, rubbing the spot on his head that came in contact with the hard floor first. "It's MY bed and you're MY mate!"
"Mate? I'm NOT your mate nor will I EVER be your mate! I refuse!" She spat back at him.
"You don't have a choice! How many times do I have to go over this with you? For the love of…"
"Besides, you obviously saw that I was sleeping in it. You should've stayed on the couch." She stated, hands on hips.
"It's my bed and I'm the Prince of Vegetasei. You'd think you have enough brains to not argue with me! I could blow you into oblivion!" He screamed at her jumping up on the bed and getting up in her face (for lack of a better phrase ^^).
"Good! Then at least it would put my out of my misery!" She snapped back at him hopping off the bed, storming into the next room, and thumping down on the couch in front of the died-out fire. Trunks, infuriated with her cocky remarks, was about to scream something back at her, when he noticed she was crying. It was very low, and her sobs were muffled, but his keen since of hearing could pick it up. His heart ached slightly and he was about to go to her, when the door to his room abruptly opened. There, a guard stood and informed him his parents wished to speak to him. Glancing one more time at the weeping girl, his brows furrowed once again, and he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him and the guard.
***
"You wanted to see me?"
"How is she?" Vegeta asked, his back turned to Trunks. Bulma sat on a nearby lounge chair.
"Don't speak to me like she's a piece of merchandise." He growled, uncontrollably pissed with his father.
Turning around, Vegeta smirked slightly. "How is she?" Vegeta repeated, pretending not to her the last comment Trunks had made.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"How do you like her? Does she suit your needs?"
Trunks gave him a look of disgust. "You can't just randomly pick a girl, shove her into my room, and expect everything to turn out fine. It doesn't work that way." He crossed his arms turning away from the king and queen.
"She's - she's quite lovely." He said meekly, speaking up again. "But, I'm afraid it will never work out." With that said he turned around to face a smug looking Vegeta.
"It shall work out. And when you settle your differences, you will be married one day." He said simply.
Trunks looked frustrated and infuriated with his father. Before anything regrettable happened, Bulma spoke up.
"Trunks, what your father says is for the best. You know the rules, you need to be mated soon so one day you can marry. This is all for the best, I'm sure. She's a wonderful girl…just give it time. Everything will work out splendid."
She soothed.
"And even if it doesn't," Vegeta started as Trunks was walking out of the room, "You two are stuck together...forever."
And that was the end of that.
***
Trunks walked into his chamber still infuriated by his father's words. Not seeing the girl anywhere, he was tempted to yell for her when he spotted her sleeping figure still on the couch still where he had left her. Curiosity got a hold of him, and he snuck over to where she rested.
As he looked at her, harsh reality pointed out that her cheeks and lashes were still dewy from her tears. Tears that he had caused. A tinge of guilt struck him. Quickly pushing it aside, he scowled (much resembling his father) and started to storm away.
"You're back." She had startled him.
"Yes." He remarked. An awkward silence…
Spotting a blanket on a nearby chest, he promptly grabbed it and tucked it over the girl. She looked at him with wonder in her deep blue eyes.
"You looked cold." He shrugged, breaking the silence.
"Trunks…" She whispered shyly with a tone of embarrassment etched in her voice.
"Yes."
"I'm going to be with you forever, aren't I?" She asked looking down, brows furrowed with resentment.
"Yes, I'm afraid whether you like it or not…" He sagged his shoulders.
"And…you're not mad about this?" She asked.
"I accept it...now." He said plain and simple.
"Well, if this is so … can you do me one favor?" She asked, eyes sparkling.
"Depends on what it is."
She frowned slightly. "Ask me my name."
And then there was that awkward silence again…
***
Trunks sat on the chair opposite from Pan.
"It's a pretty name…Pan, that is." He said to her.
After being confronted that he DID NOT know her name, he felt quite embarrassed and quickly asked for it.
"Hmm…" She sighed at his compliment.
"Your welcome." He replied sarcastically.
She raised an eyebrow and abruptly got up.
"I'm going to bed." She stated.
"What? It's so early still…and you haven't eaten anything." He said, a little concern showing in his voice.
"Suddenly, I've lost my appetite." She turned at walked over to the large, fluffy bed (which somewhat resembled an oversized marshmallow) and crawled into it, curling up in it's cloud-like covers.
Trunks frowned.
"Fine, suit yourself. Starve for all I care…" He mumbled under his breath as he walked out the door, loudly banging it behind him.
Tears gathered in her eyes as soon as he left, and she began her newly formed ritual of crying herself to sleep, again.
***
She must have slept for many hours, or at least it seemed that way. When she woke, night had fallen and stars and clouds cascaded across the midnight sky. She fluttered her eyes closed again, too sad and weakened from sorrow to move from her comfortable position. She shifted closer to the left, and feeling warmth, snuggled against it.
When whatever she had snuggled against suddenly turned towards her, she realized something. Unfamiliar with her new living conditions, she had totally forgotten she now shared a bed with the prince. It seemed he had forgotten that too, because before she could move away and correct her error he encircled his arms around her and hugged her…as one would a pillow in the night.
She was practically face to face with him, providing of course that he was sound asleep and she was awake and in a compromising situation. She attempted to wriggle unnoticed out of his grip, but his arms just crushed her body tighter against his own.
As she lay in this position, she carefully debated on the things she should do. Wondering if she should just stay there (after all, he was very warm…) or wake him.
Deciding on the later, she gentle shook his right shoulder and whispered softly.
"Trunks…please wake up!" She growled, as she continued shaking his shoulder.
He stirred awhile before responding to her pleas. His eyes slowly opened as he found himself face to face with her.
"You-you grabbed me in the middle of the night…" She explained.
"Pan…I…" He maintained his grip on her waist as they remained in their current state.
"Well…let me go!" She harshly whispered, still trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
He released her immediately, and if she wasn't mistaken, blushed profusely realizing his hold on her had been set for too long.
"Sorry…" He apologized. "It's a bad habit of mine…to grab pillows and such ... in my sleep and…and I'm just not used to you being here, yet."
"Neither of us is used to it, yet." She replied back coldly as she turned over and closed her eyes, hoping to find sleep.
Trunks did the same, but neither got what they were looking for.
***
Trunks' eyes shot open as a hard object slammed into his nose.
"Owww!" He grabbed his sore nose and sat up in bed. Searching for the culprit that did this to him, he found it, Pan's arm.
He silently cursed the snoring girl as he, still rubbing his nose, swung his legs out of bed and proceeded to hop into a pair of green jogging slacks and a black tank. He grabbed his sword from a cabinet, which he had made especially for it, and proceeding in strapping it to his back. He then quietly left the room to go train.
Pan's eyes flashed open as she heard the door click closed. She rose out of bed and yawned, still drowsy from her previous night of little rest. She glanced at the large grandfather clock near the wall opposite herself. It was 5:30 AM. She groaned, turning over to relish the privilege of having the entire bed to herself. However, she couldn't enjoy it for long because sleep seemed to escape her the moment she woke up. She soon rolled out of bed, worrying that she might have insomnia, and stretched the cracks out of her back and neck.
She began to wonder what she should do with her self, when her stomach grumbled angrily reminding her that she needed to eat.
So, quietly creeping out the princes' room and into the vast hallway, she began her search for something to do and something to eat.
***
Trunks punched at his invisible partner, dewy drops of sweat soon forming on his body. He wiped his forearm across his brow, causing damp locks of purple to swing into his eyes. Getting bored with that, he griped his sword and soon began swinging…again at an invisible partner.
Frustrated, he slung it to the ground. Today he just couldn't concentrate.
"What was all that about last night…" He whispered to himself, running a hand through his soaking hair as he slouched against one of the walls of the training room.
"I'm such a imbecile…" He sighed as he shook his head.
Suddenly, he was interrupted from his current state of self-pity by a loud knock at the doors to the room. He grumbled as he got up from his spot.
"Come in!" He shouted, standing straight.
Two guards soon entered the room, each holding the arm of a wriggling girl.
"Let me GO!" She screamed.
"Pan?" Trunks questioned. "Release her." The guards obeyed.
They dropped her abruptly to the ground as she continued to curse them.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She screamed at the two guards. They glanced back threateningly at her, but dared not move without a command from the prince.
"What's the meaning of this?" Trunks questioned.
"We found her walking unattended through the halls." One guard spoke up.
"Oh, I'm soooo sorry." Pan said sarcastically. "I didn't know my babysitter," She began, motioning to Trunks, "would have to accompany me everywhere I went." She frowned, hand on hip.
"Ok, thank you, you're dismissed." He said to the guards. They turned and left.
Trunks turned and looked at Pan, a glare in his eyes.
"What?" She asked innocently. "I was hungry! I was just looking for some food."
Trunks rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath.
"Don't let it happen again." He said sternly. "But, while you're here…I should inform you that we have a social banquet to attend this evening. Some servants should be stopping by our room soon to get you ready."
"Ooh…do I have to go?" She whined.
"Yes, you're my date for the evening." He said simply. "Now…leave me alone so I can train."
"What am I to you? A trophy to show off to your friends?!" She yelled back, angry with him for wanting to get rid of her so quickly.
"No."
"Then what's the point of me going?! I won't know anyone, I have no business to attend to there…" She complained.
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!" He screamed at her loosing his patience and pushing her out of his way so he could continue with his training.
She was taken aback by his sudden outburst of words and motion. Furious, she turned to leave the room but not before uttering a simple, "Fuck you."
She slammed the door as hard as she could, causing it to fall abruptly off it's hinges. Trunks cringed and slapped himself in the head.
*Oh, gods. I'm such a stupid, stupid idiot! How am I ever supposed to get along with this girl if I can't…ARRGGH!* He mentally screamed at himself, unable to finish his thought.
***
Night soon came, and Pan was dressed accordingly in an iridescent sea-foam green, sleekly draped and low-cut gown. This time, two shimmering gold arm cuffs were placed on her and her hair was held partially and loosely back with a gold clasp. Sandals, again, were placed upon her feet.
So, after she was made up, primped, polished, (and re-primped) she sat silently waiting and thinking on the bed until someone would come and retrieve her.
She swung her dangling feet from the edge of the bed impatiently as she basked in her boredom. Finally, after what seemed like forever and a day, the door swung open.
Standing there was the lavender-haired prince. She froze as she saw him walk in.
*Wow, he looks fantastic…* She took a sharp intake of air.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired.
"I'm here to escort you to the banquet." He smirked almost evilly.
She frowned and hopped off the bed. She attempted to walk over to where he walk slyly leaned up against the wall, but ended up tripping on her dress…again. With lightning-like movements, Trunks was there to catch her. He held her in a firm grasp and helped her back up. Pan went limp, still pressed against his hard body as they stood there awkwardly.
"You make a habit of always tripping in front of me?" He joked.
"Well, maybe if I wouldn't have to wear these ridiculous outfits…" She stopped…he was staring at her. "W-what?" She asked, their noses practically touching; the scent of his cologne driving her mad.
"You look beautiful." He said, still holding onto her, his breath tickling her neck.
"Really...." She whispered, almost inaudibly, as she shrugged herself out of his grip. "Well, we better get going." She started walking out of the door.
"Right." He blushed.
***
The place was packed. Crowds of people, mostly investors from other planets wanting to do business with Vegeta-sei, chattered and socialized. Pan's eyes scanned the crowd as Trunks escorted her around to different associates he was involved with. She kept her head down, studying her feet.
Time passed. How much, well…she wasn't sure. Suddenly, she was startled by an orchestra starting up and the sound of music ringing in her ears. She lifted her head up quickly to find that people had begun dancing.
"Dance?" Trunks offered his hand out to her.
"NO." She scowled, miserable, "I DON'T dance."
"Oh, too bad." Trunks frowned, which was soon replaced by a smirk. "I do."
He grasped her waist and shoved her close to himself so their hips were practically pressed against each other.
"I DON'T dance…" She angrily repeated to him as he led her out to the dance floor.
"Do I look like I care?" He spat back.
So they danced, which proved that Pan's present state of being miserable could metamorph into unquestionably miserable.
***
"Ouch!" Trunks almost yelled as Pan stepped on his toes.
"Whoops." Pan smiled maliciously. "Seems I'm not too good of dancer, huh? Too bad for you."
"You did that on purpose - Ow!"
"Whoops! Did it again!" She laughed lightly.
"You're doing on purpose you little bitch!" He hissed at her.
"No, that wasn't on purpose." She slammed her foot down on his with all her might. "Now…that was." She grinned even brighter as he nearly fell over with pain.
"I think…" He began as he regained his composure. "We need to take a break."
"Whatever you say, although I was actually beginning to have fun."
"Yea, I'm sure you were you little conniving…" The curses continued as Trunks led Pan to a pair of cushioned seats located beside the King and Queen's thrown overlooking the dance floor.
Bulma leaned over her chair and bent down towards Trunks, causing the sparkling tiara she was wearing to tilt ever so slightly to the front.
"So, sweetie, how's it going?" She smiled, blue hair cascading down her small shoulders.
"Things could be worse I suppose." He shrugged. "For example, I could be skinned alive. That would PROBABLY be worse then this, although I'm starting to have my doubts." He mumbled back to his mother.
"Trunks!" His mother scolded. "Now really, it isn't that bad. You two seemed to be having a lovely time dancing. Although, we should get that girl some lessons on it…"
Trunks sighed heavily glancing over at Pan. Her arms were folded in her lap and she was staring at the ground.
*She looks as miserable as I do…* Trunks sighed again.
Time passed by quickly and soon the banquet was over much to the relief of both Pan and Trunks. He attempted to escort her back to their quarters, but she insisted on stomping her way back with him in tow.
***
When they got back to their room, Pan mumbled something about being exhausted. So, naturally she changing in PJs and hopped into bed. Trunks sighed as he blew a few strands of purple out of his eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, kicked off his shoes, and hopped into bed, as well.
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Author's Note: Yes, I know nothing exciting of significant happened in this chapter. I'm basically trying to build the mood and give you an idea of how Pan and Trunks are feeling towards each other right now.
If you haven't figured it out, there is a lot of tension between Trunks and Pan currently. She hates him, dispite the fact that it really isn't his fault she's in her current position and he's pretty ticked off at her for hating him...
anyway, that's the present vibe. So, I hope you enjoyed it maybe...and I'll be working on the next chapter post haste and wracking my brain to try to figure out what the heck I'm going to write. Ja ne. ^.~