ff: Bells & Whistles
Bells & Whistles
"Present"
And now, a couple more months
have passed and still I ponder how I can offer assistance. And
while I sat in my stupor, I received a knock at my door. Who the
hell would be knocking at 2am!? I know, daddy told me never to
answer a door so late at night, but something compelled me to.
Sorry daddy.
I'm glad I did. It was Trunks.
After the annulment that shaved the Briefs and Capsule Corporation
fortune nearly in half, Trunks often could only wander in public
at night or else reporters would continue to swarm like vultures
waiting to pick at a dying animal. He was in bad shape. The usual
gleam in his eyes was dim and his hair dishevelled. I've seen
him come out of physical beatings in better shape than this! I
offered him the warmth of my quaint little apartment. It wasn't
much, but I don't really think he cared. He took a seat at my
dining table and I offered him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
He was lucky I was working late on some client accounts that night.
A slow and forced grin lit his face slightly as he thanked me.
For some reason my eyes trained to his left hand. The golden ring
I had watched placed on his finger that day three years ago was
now gone.
Unsure what to say, I allowed
him to speak first.
"How do I find my way to
you everytime?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure. It's just,
whenever I'm in trouble, I find my way to you. Never my mother,
or father, or anyone else...just you."
I wasn't sure if it was a compliment,
a realization, or just a statement.
"I envy your parents dear
Pan. They married out of love. I've always envied them for that."
"Trunks, you're not that
old you know. Love can still happen for you, but only if you want
it to."
It was then that he looked at
me in that same expression he did that time before the wedding.
His blues singed through my soul and dove into my heart. Damn
you Trunks, the fire you light within me is unbearable and hard
to suppress!
He must have liked what he found.
His soft grin turned into that patented Vegeta bloodline smirk.
I grinned back, not knowing how to take it.
"You want to hear something
totally crazy and off the wall Pan?"
Now he peaked my curiousity. "Sure,
shoot."
"I think I've known my true
mate all the while. I doubted my heart all these years, but finally
my brain agrees. She's been standing before me disguised as a
friend all these years."
I gulped. Was he confessing his
love to me? "Really? Wow Trunks."
He smiled again. The gleam in
his eyes was returning. "Wow yourself. You knew."
I gasped. I what!? "What
do you mean?"
"I sensed the crush you had
for me when you were a little girl. Puppy love. But after that
Dragonball hunt, it became something more didn't it? That year
we spent together in space affected us both in a way neither of
us would admit."
I couldn't believe how true his
words possibly were. He was answering the questions my heart had
sought all these years! We were like two pieces of a puzzle that
were only meant to fit with each other.
He placed his coffee mug down
as I did the same. He gently took my hand in his from across the
table. "Love has a strange way of showing itself doesn't
it?"
I still could not get any words
to release from my mouth.
"And yes, I know what you're
going to say. I just got over a nasty break up and trying to rebound.
Hardly. It was never there to begin with. It could be tonight,
tomorrow, next year, or the next decade for that matter. The thought
pattern and my feelings would remain unchanged. What I feel now
I'd feel then."
There was logic to what he was
saying. I could tell mentally, he was speaking without the distraction
of what had just happend to him recently. And this was coming
straight from him. Not enough time had passed for him to be pressured
or influenced by his mother, society, or anyone else.
I couldn't find the right words
that my heart spoke to my soul. I needed him to hear them though!
Perhaps he could read minds or he just needed the same thing I
did because that night, something wonderful happened.
The next morning, actually it
was morning already when he arrived at my place, but anyway, we
had both severely overslept. But despite my phone ringing nonstop,
both Trunks and I blocked it out and came to realization of what
transpired before the sun rose. We were both naked in my bed.
The lamps that were once on my nightstands were now on the floor,
as was my alarm clock. One of my high heel pumps was stuck to
the ceiling above us. My blankets and comforter were a tangled
mess on the floor. We were only covered by a thin sheet. The pillows
were acoss the room. I returned my look onto the corporate half-saiyan
only to see Trunks' amused and playful expression.
"Oops." he said, his
voice raising as a comedic, wry expression formed upon his face.
"Oops?!"
He raked a hand through his hair
as if he was a little boy trying to find the right words to get
out of trouble. The look was priceless! The old Trunks I had known
before the marriage was back.
"Ooops what?" I asked
again.
"We trashed your room."
he tried to say seriously, but the urge to laugh was evident in
his voice.
I couldn't help but laugh. But
he turned serious again.
"We're both big time late
for our jobs."
I laughed again and stole his
initial phrase. "Ooops."
He then lifted the covers and
looked at himself, then me. He had looked just moments earlier,
but apparently his brain wasn't fully awake to register the observation.
"We're naked."
"Wonderful observation Sherlock."
He then looked up at the ceiling,
fascinated by my footwear that had stabbed the ceiling above us.
"Wonder where the other one went?"
I scanned the room for the mate
to my shoe that was impaled on the ceiling. He looked too and
suddenly started to laugh.
"What!?"
He pointed to the wall near my
dresser. Impaled in that wall was the other shoe. "Oooops."
was his chuckling response.
"Oh man, was it THAT good
last night?!" I asked though I knew damn well it was. Through
the use of our bodies, we had touched our souls.
That Vegeta style smirk formed
upon his lips once again. "Damn straight." Then he became
very serious. "Uh, what part of the month are you in?"
"Huh?"
"We didn't exactly use protection
last night y'know. It was a spontaneous type of thing."
Was he serious?! Of course he
was. He was as virile as a stallion who hadn't had any action
in weeks. What he was leading up to was a very real possiblity.
"Let's worry about that later.
I think we both need to call our jobs or we'll both be in a heep
of trouble."
Trunks got up and walked over
to my alarm clock that was on my side of the room. Was he aware
of how beautifully sculpted his body was? He needed to get covered
or I was going to lose control and ravage him again.
"Trunks, get some clothes
on."
"Why?"
"Cause."
"Hang on a sec."
I wish I could. C'mere boy and
let me ride ya like a ---wait, I need to stop.
"It's eleven thirty in the
morning Pan."
"And?"
"I've missed three, no, four
important meetings. Ooops."
"And I was supposed to have
those figures for my client by ten. Ooops." I countered.
"We need notes from our mommies
now." he joked as he placed my alarm clock back upon my nightstand.
"Nah, I'll just call in sick."
"Saiyans don't get sick Pan."
"My boss doesn't know that."
"Mine does."
"So just tell your mom that
you-- hey wait, idea."
"???"
"Propose to me Trunks."
You should've seen the expression
on his face when I said that. Yet another priceless moment. Too
bad I didn't have it on tape. Oh wait, my camcorder's on light
is lit. That's right! I was working on my presentation skills
with it earlier that day! I must've forgotten to turn it off!
I bet we bumped the tripod, it tilted, hit the 'record' button
by use of the wall, then teetered back to its normal position.
Hmmm, I wonder what it recorded all these hours? I'm glad you
can't see how red my face is right now. Anyway, I'll just not
tell Trunks about that just yet.
He gently grabbed my face and
placed back to facing in his direction.
"You need to pay attention
if I'm going to do this."
Did he just say...what is he doing?
He's down on one knee and taking my hands in his. Is he aware
we are both naked? I guess not.
"Dearest Pan, my hidden love
for all these years, will you marry me?"
Speechless, but fearful this may
all be a dream, I nodded and whispered yes.
to be continued...