Author's Note: Ok, this is yet another short part to the story, but I hope to start making them longer, hope. Tell me if you like having them in short little bits, or would rather having longer editions of it posted up. Then I have a rough idea of how much I should try to write for you everytime.
Disclaimers and ages etc. are in the previous parts, so if you missed or forgot them, look back ^_^
On with the fic.
Part 4
"Don't take me to the med-lab, dad will kill me if he knew I got hurt," Pan had pleaded with Trunks from the minute she woke. Trunks shook his head and sighed.
"But you are hurt. You need to be seen by a doc-"
"No I don't!" Pan cut him off. "I'm fine, just let me stand up for myself. I'll beat Vegeta with both hands tied behind my back," Pan stumbled and fell to lean on the wall. She looked up and into Trunks' azure eyes; she blushed and tried not to look too stupid.
Trunks shook his head and put his arm around her waist to help her along. Pan's face returned to normal as her pain increased when she walked. Her breath came out in a hiss and she grabbed onto Trunks' shoulder for support.
"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly. She nodded and gulped, they were so close, and Pan could feel her stomach doing somersaults. "You need to lie down. I'm sure Bra won't mind if you steal her bed." He grinned and walked her along the hallway until he reached Bra's room. He stopped.
"Trunks?" Pan asked.
"I'm not sure if I'm still banned from Bra's room since I set up that water balloon trap for her," Pan giggled at the memory. Trunks walked into the room and lay Pan down on the bed. He went to the bathroom and retrieved a damp cloth, he handed it to her.
"Here you go," he wiped her forehead with it and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Pan sat up and looked in the mirror.
"Great! Now I'm gonna have cuts and bruises all over me. Dad's gonna freak," she pushed her hair back behind her ears and inspected her face more.
Trunks looked over at her. 'God she's so beautiful. Trunks! Stop thinking like that! She's a family friend!' He put his hands up and rubbed his temples, his mind arguments were starting to hurt.
"Trunks. Are you ok?" Pan asked, her voice thick with concern. Trunks let out a quiet laugh.
"You just got beat up by my father and I have a puny little headache. And funnily enough you're the one asking if I'm fine," Pan blushed.
"Well it's just you…um…you seemed fine a minute ago…and then…well…you…look it doesn't matter just answer the question."
"Oh and now you're demanding that I do," Trunks said, standing up to look down on her.
"Yes I am," she said, kneeling so she could look like she had some authority left after being beat up.
"Well maybe I won't bother answering," Trunks said defiantly. He leaned closer to her.
"Well maybe I'll just have to make you," she said, putting up her fists as if she were about to battle. Their faces were centimetres away from each other. Pan could feel his warm breath on her cheek, and she could feel her own heart racing. 'God, Trunks. Why do you make me feel this way!?!' She leaned in closer.
Trunks looked at her, found his eyes looking straight into hers. 'What are you doing!?!' His mind voice screamed out, but he couldn't find the answer. He kept leaning forward until he found her lips on his. He didn't know what to do, but on instinct, he returned the kiss.
They kissed lightly at first, but it grew in deepness and in passion. Pan's hands found the back of his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. He put his arms around her waist and his hands strayed around her back and waistline.
Slowly he lay her down on the bed, deepening the kiss as he went. She moaned deep in her throat and gasped for air. Trunks kissed her cheek and slowly kissed his way along to her ear. She writhed under his weight her own hands taking a life of their own and travelling up and down his back.
He kissed his way down her neck and onto her shoulder. He nibbled at her right shoulder and she moaned again. His hands travelling further down her body, now at her thighs.
Suddenly a door slammed downstairs and brought them both back to reality. Trunks' eyes flew open and he sat up. Pan instantly felt cold and alone. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, begging him to come back to her.
He put his head next to hers. "Get some rest," he said. He got up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Pan looked towards the door and the tears welled up in her eyes.
Pan got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and turned around to lean on it. The tears she held back poured down her face and her body racked with large sobs.
"Why am I so stupid?" she questioned loudly. She slowly slid down the door into a sitting position on the floor. She brought her knees up and laid her head on them, curling her arms around her shins for something to hold onto. She cried the thousand tears that were in her eyes, and the thousand feelings she had in her heart.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Pan jumped up and grabbed a towel. She wiped her eyes. "Who's there?" she asked, hoping he voice didn't sound too shaky.
"It's Bulma. Pan are you ok, honey?" she said through the door.
"Yes, Bulma. I'm fine I just need to wash my face from the hits I took from Vegeta." Pan answered something she hoped Bulma would believe.
"Oh," Bulma replied. "I thought I heard you crying,"
"No. I'm fine." Pan answered quickly.
"Well, I'll cook something up for you and-"
"No, Bulma. I'm really not that hungry just now." Bulma gasped, Pan, not hungry. Something was wrong. Bulma turned around and saw her son quickly walking by her, his face flushed and his hair was awry. Bulma smirked 'Now I understand' she thought.
"OK, well, you just get some rest and I'll call you're parents. They're gonna be worried sick about you if you don't go home." Bulma left her and walked downstairs. 'This is going to be easier than I thought,' she contemplated in her mind as she skipped.
Pan turned around to look in the mirror. Her face was still damp, but not that red. She splashed some cold water over her face and instantly felt wide-awake and cold. She remembered feeling cold when Trunks left her in Bra's room.
"No," she said. "I will not cry again. It was for the best…what had happened." Sure of her words she stepped out of the bathroom and back into Bra's room. She fished through the drawers and took out one of Bra's long nightdresses. She slipped it on and lay down on the bed. Pulling the covers over her, she closed her eyes and tried to get the images of Trunks out of her head.
Ok. That was a bit intense for someone who just took a beating from Vegeta, but our Pan is strong, is she not? Plus, people always say that love makes you do crazy things.
Get back to me on what you thought of this, please. And I'll try and get the next part out soon.
Pan
ps. I was just looking over previous parts and I discovered in part two that I wrote in the conversation that Trunks recalled Pan's boyfriend's name was Vegeta. I have absolutely no idea why I wrote that, but hey, just ignore it. Sorry for the typo.
Seeya.
Disclaimers and ages etc. are in the previous parts, so if you missed or forgot them, look back ^_^
On with the fic.
Part 4
"Don't take me to the med-lab, dad will kill me if he knew I got hurt," Pan had pleaded with Trunks from the minute she woke. Trunks shook his head and sighed.
"But you are hurt. You need to be seen by a doc-"
"No I don't!" Pan cut him off. "I'm fine, just let me stand up for myself. I'll beat Vegeta with both hands tied behind my back," Pan stumbled and fell to lean on the wall. She looked up and into Trunks' azure eyes; she blushed and tried not to look too stupid.
Trunks shook his head and put his arm around her waist to help her along. Pan's face returned to normal as her pain increased when she walked. Her breath came out in a hiss and she grabbed onto Trunks' shoulder for support.
"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly. She nodded and gulped, they were so close, and Pan could feel her stomach doing somersaults. "You need to lie down. I'm sure Bra won't mind if you steal her bed." He grinned and walked her along the hallway until he reached Bra's room. He stopped.
"Trunks?" Pan asked.
"I'm not sure if I'm still banned from Bra's room since I set up that water balloon trap for her," Pan giggled at the memory. Trunks walked into the room and lay Pan down on the bed. He went to the bathroom and retrieved a damp cloth, he handed it to her.
"Here you go," he wiped her forehead with it and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Pan sat up and looked in the mirror.
"Great! Now I'm gonna have cuts and bruises all over me. Dad's gonna freak," she pushed her hair back behind her ears and inspected her face more.
Trunks looked over at her. 'God she's so beautiful. Trunks! Stop thinking like that! She's a family friend!' He put his hands up and rubbed his temples, his mind arguments were starting to hurt.
"Trunks. Are you ok?" Pan asked, her voice thick with concern. Trunks let out a quiet laugh.
"You just got beat up by my father and I have a puny little headache. And funnily enough you're the one asking if I'm fine," Pan blushed.
"Well it's just you…um…you seemed fine a minute ago…and then…well…you…look it doesn't matter just answer the question."
"Oh and now you're demanding that I do," Trunks said, standing up to look down on her.
"Yes I am," she said, kneeling so she could look like she had some authority left after being beat up.
"Well maybe I won't bother answering," Trunks said defiantly. He leaned closer to her.
"Well maybe I'll just have to make you," she said, putting up her fists as if she were about to battle. Their faces were centimetres away from each other. Pan could feel his warm breath on her cheek, and she could feel her own heart racing. 'God, Trunks. Why do you make me feel this way!?!' She leaned in closer.
Trunks looked at her, found his eyes looking straight into hers. 'What are you doing!?!' His mind voice screamed out, but he couldn't find the answer. He kept leaning forward until he found her lips on his. He didn't know what to do, but on instinct, he returned the kiss.
They kissed lightly at first, but it grew in deepness and in passion. Pan's hands found the back of his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. He put his arms around her waist and his hands strayed around her back and waistline.
Slowly he lay her down on the bed, deepening the kiss as he went. She moaned deep in her throat and gasped for air. Trunks kissed her cheek and slowly kissed his way along to her ear. She writhed under his weight her own hands taking a life of their own and travelling up and down his back.
He kissed his way down her neck and onto her shoulder. He nibbled at her right shoulder and she moaned again. His hands travelling further down her body, now at her thighs.
Suddenly a door slammed downstairs and brought them both back to reality. Trunks' eyes flew open and he sat up. Pan instantly felt cold and alone. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, begging him to come back to her.
He put his head next to hers. "Get some rest," he said. He got up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Pan looked towards the door and the tears welled up in her eyes.
Pan got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and turned around to lean on it. The tears she held back poured down her face and her body racked with large sobs.
"Why am I so stupid?" she questioned loudly. She slowly slid down the door into a sitting position on the floor. She brought her knees up and laid her head on them, curling her arms around her shins for something to hold onto. She cried the thousand tears that were in her eyes, and the thousand feelings she had in her heart.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Pan jumped up and grabbed a towel. She wiped her eyes. "Who's there?" she asked, hoping he voice didn't sound too shaky.
"It's Bulma. Pan are you ok, honey?" she said through the door.
"Yes, Bulma. I'm fine I just need to wash my face from the hits I took from Vegeta." Pan answered something she hoped Bulma would believe.
"Oh," Bulma replied. "I thought I heard you crying,"
"No. I'm fine." Pan answered quickly.
"Well, I'll cook something up for you and-"
"No, Bulma. I'm really not that hungry just now." Bulma gasped, Pan, not hungry. Something was wrong. Bulma turned around and saw her son quickly walking by her, his face flushed and his hair was awry. Bulma smirked 'Now I understand' she thought.
"OK, well, you just get some rest and I'll call you're parents. They're gonna be worried sick about you if you don't go home." Bulma left her and walked downstairs. 'This is going to be easier than I thought,' she contemplated in her mind as she skipped.
Pan turned around to look in the mirror. Her face was still damp, but not that red. She splashed some cold water over her face and instantly felt wide-awake and cold. She remembered feeling cold when Trunks left her in Bra's room.
"No," she said. "I will not cry again. It was for the best…what had happened." Sure of her words she stepped out of the bathroom and back into Bra's room. She fished through the drawers and took out one of Bra's long nightdresses. She slipped it on and lay down on the bed. Pulling the covers over her, she closed her eyes and tried to get the images of Trunks out of her head.
Ok. That was a bit intense for someone who just took a beating from Vegeta, but our Pan is strong, is she not? Plus, people always say that love makes you do crazy things.
Get back to me on what you thought of this, please. And I'll try and get the next part out soon.
Pan
ps. I was just looking over previous parts and I discovered in part two that I wrote in the conversation that Trunks recalled Pan's boyfriend's name was Vegeta. I have absolutely no idea why I wrote that, but hey, just ignore it. Sorry for the typo.
Seeya.
