Chapter II

(FIRST DATE)

Pan was up in her room trying to figure out what to wear for her big date with no other than the hot Trunks. She was right in the middle of choosing a dress when someone knocked on the door. Pan looked over at the clock. 'Oh it can't be Trunks, can it?'

"Come in."

The door opened and Videl walked in.

"Hey mom."

"Hey, do you need any help?"

"Oh sure, I just can't seem to choose a dress to wear on my date tonight."

"Hmm. I think you should wear this one," Her mom said as she grabbed a beautiful spaghetti strap dress from the back of the closet.

"Any way who are you going out with?"

"Oh.err.if I tell you do you promise not to tell Dad?"

"Of course not, unless it's Trunks." Pan's cheeks turned bright red. "Oh sweet Kami, please don't tell me it's Trunks."

"Okay I won't tell you then." Pan said as she slipped the red dress on and walked out her bedroom door.

**************************

Trunks walked up to the door and raised his hand to knock when Pan opened it.

"Hello Sexy," Pan said with a smirk on her face while Trunks stood there confused about how she knew he was there.

"Hey, you look really nice- I mean Beautiful."

"Thanks, so do you." Pan looked down Trunks body just to notice that he was wearing his usual outfit. 'Oh my Dende doesn't he ever change?' She asked herself. 'Oh yeah when he's working, I forgot.'

The two lovers went and sat down in Trunks new black cruiser.

"So Pan, what should we do first?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"Let's move to third base okay?"

"What? On the first date?"

"You'll see, " he said then parked the cruiser in the front of the city park. 'Here,' she thought, 'in public? What the heck is he thinking?'

"Okay we need to come over here," he said wrapping his blue handkerchief around her eyes, "just follow my voice."

Pan did as she was told. She heard him take something out of his bag. Then he removed the blindfold.

"Tada, " Trunks said as he revealed a baseball diamond.

"We can go to all of the bases. That is if you're good enough."

Pan just stared at Trunks. He smiled like a young elementary school boy. She felt Trunks pull her closer. The two grew closer and closer. Their lips were about to kiss when out of no where they heard:

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?"

It was Goten and Bra. Pan felt Trunks push away. In her hear she was crying 'I don't care if they see us or not I just want to kiss my love.' Trunks, who was standing on second base said:

"Nothing much just trying to make it all the way to third base."

"Wow, third base on the first date.at the park?" Goten said in dismay.

"No you sick minded cow. We're playing baseball!"

"Oh so that's what you call it."

Bra and Pan just rolled their eyes they could tell that any second they would begin to fight.

"Five.Four.Three.Two.on- " Before the girls could finish off their last word, Trunks had already punched Goten. Pan and Bra flew up a bit to watch the fight.

"So Bra, what are you and Goten doing here?" Pan asked as she continued to watch the fight.

"Nothing much, we just figured hey, we've done it everywhere else why not here."

Pan felt her jaw drop.

"You have done what exactly?" Pan asked praying she wouldn't say what she thought she would.

"Oh it is sex."

Pan felt like a Kamehameha was just shot at her head. She had just figured out what her Uncle and his best friend had done that night.

"That and we have to tell everyone the good news.""What good news? Oh sweet Dende please don't say you're pregnant."

"Of course I'm not pregnant. Goten and I are gonna get married."

"Wow really that's great."

**************************

Five hours later when Goten and Trunks were finally done fighting, Trunks and Pan were riding through town in complete silence. When they finally made it to Pan's house, Trunks got out and opened the door and walked around the door and opened the other door for Pan.

"Thank you." Pan whispered.

They walked up to the door arm in arm. They got up to the door. They both started moving forward to kiss. When their lips were about to kiss, the door squeaked open.

"What in the world are you doing here?" Gohan yelled out.

"Hell-Hello sir." Trunks said nervously. "We just got back from our.well.our DA. DA. date.

Gohan had his glasses on and Trunks and Pan could tell how pissed he was.

"You didn't tell him?" Trunks whispered.

"No I thought he would be at work!"

"Oh crap, I'm dead."

"A date!" Gohan said copying Trunks last words spoken to him, "With my daughter!"

Videl was at the window motioning for Pan to come in.

"Bye Trunks, " she whispered then kissed him on the cheek.

"Bye, " Trunks replied.

Trunks breathed out, 'I'm a dead man, ' he told himself.

"So what were you thinking? She's fourteen years younger than you are! You're closer to my age then hers!"

Trunks lowered his head. It was true Gohan was only 10 years older than he was, and he was fourteen years older than pan. "Sorry sir."

"Sorry!!! Is that all you have to say for yourself?!?"

"Yes sir."

Just then Goten and Bra drove up.

"Hey big bro. sup?" Goten said as he jumped out of his car without opening the door.

"Hey Goten.Bra, " Gohan answered Trunks used this time to transport into his car and drive away as fast as he could. "What are you two doing here?"

"We came to tell you the good news."

"What good news?"

"Me and Bra are getting hitched."

"What?" Gohan said in response he was not used to this type of language. "Do you mean you and Bra are getting married?"

"Yeah, that's what I said ain't it?"

Gohan was getting sick and tried of his bad 'slang' language.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Nah, we have to go tell mom, Vegeta, and Bulma."

"Okay then,""Buh-bye."

Gohan couldn't understand it, could it be that all halflings not including himself were attracted to younger women, and all partly Saiyan women attracted to older men? How could he be happy for his brother when he had just finished yelling at Trunks for just going on a date with a younger woman? 'I guess it's different' he told himself 'I mean Pan is my daughter, is she not?' Gohan walked into his house to finish his work.