Dreams Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

"How can I help you?"

The secretary looked her up and down. Her voice didn't sound very sincere, mused Pan. She probably didn't want to help her at all, just wanted to find some way to kick her out of the office. But unfortunately for her, Pan wasn't one you could kick out of an office.

"I need to talk to Tr... to the president," Pan said, her voice somewhat higher than usual – must be the stress she'd had lately.

"I'm sorry, but I can't just let anyone walk into his office. Do you have an appointment?"

Pan narrowed her eyes. "Look, just tell him Son Pan is here, okay? He knows me."

"Oh, you are his girlfriend?!" the woman sneered, immediately assuming Pan was one of those girls who pretended to be Trunks' girlfriend to get to the handsome president himself, almost rape him and try to get him into things he absolutely didn't want to.

Pan blushed in spite of herself. "No, I'm not!" she practically shouted. "He's a good friend of me and my family. Now can you let me in?"

The woman shook her head, laughing quite evilly. "No."

Pan growled low in her throat. That does it! She ignored the secretary's shouts and bashed into the room.

Trunks looked up from his paper work quite guiltily, like he'd been doing something he shouldn't do. Pan quickly searched the room for ki, but luckily she didn't find any. Well, for all she knew he could have someone sitting under his desk, doing God knows what. You never knew with presidents, especially when they were as handsome and charming as Trunks.

She blushed a little when he looked into her eyes and looked away. How could she think that of him? He was dating Marron, for crying out loud!

"Pan!" Trunks said surprised. "Why, are you coming to save me from the office?"

Pan smirked. He'd just given her that perfect excuse she'd been looking for.

"Yup. I was wondering if you'd have lunch with me today," she grinned.

Trunks mock-frowned at her. "Are you broke?"

Pan laughed out loud at that. "How'd you guess?"

Trunks laughed. "Alright, I'll buy you lunch. Anything specific you want?"

"Greek would be nice," smirked Pan.

Trunks nodded. "Greek it is." Only then he noticed his secretary having a nervous breakdown in front of his office, affraid she'd lost her job for sure now. Trunks had told her specifically to keep every girl, except for his sister, out.

He smiled charmingly at her. "It's alright, Gale. She's a friend."

The secretary nodded, sighing. Pan thought the woman didn't like her so much anymore... not that she had liked her to begin with.

"Are you coming or what?" Pan said indignantly. She didn't like Trunks giving his attention to others than herself.

She blushed when her brain linked the words 'Trunks' and 'attentions'. She had to stop thinking about him that way! If she didn't, she might go crazy for sure.

Suddenly there was no ground under her feet anymore, only strong arms taking her high up in the sky. She almost shrieked. Almost. But Son Pan wouldn't do such a girly thing. She hissed and twirled around, making Trunks drop her. It took her some moments to get enough sense to raise her ki and start flying.

"Trunks!" she yelled. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Trunks laughed lightly. "I couldn't help it. You looked so distracted, I had to take advantage of that!"

Pan growled at him, but smiled. At least they still acted like friends in day life.

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For a long time nothing was heard except for their eating noises, which they tried to keep as low as possible. Unfortunately, with the rate they shoved the food inside, it was impossible to keep the noise down. Many people were looking at them oddly, but they both didn't notice.

"So, how's life? We hardly got the chance to talk at Bulma and Chi-Chi's party," said Trunks, not slowing down his pace.

"Oh, you know. Going to college, studying, going to bed, there's not much more to it. I hardly see Uub, let alone you guys," Pan said after she'd swallowed down some chicken.

"But you live with Uub..?" frowned Trunks.

Pan grinned. "Yeah."

Trunks laughed. "I take it that my work at Capsule Corps is even peacefuller than your study?"

Pan laughed too. "No kidding. Hm, maybe I should be the president for a couple of weeks. You can take over my study!"

Trunks smirked. "No, thanks. There's no way in hell I'm gonna go to college again."

Pan smiled. For a moment they both were quiet, just eating.

Pan glanced at the man in front of her. Luckily she was far away enough to not smell him. Would she smell him, feel his body heat, she might do strange things. This was just a save range.

God, when had he become this handsome? Surely it hadn't happened before she'd had those dreams. The way his muscles moved when he lifted his fork was enough to make her weak in her whole body. How could she be so attracted to him?

She noticed a bandaid in his neck and tensed. Oh shit. That had to be a (the) bitemark, what else could it be?

She swallowed the bump in her throat and looked him in the eyes.

"Trunks... What happened to your neck?"

Did he blush?!

Trunks grinned vaguely. "I cut myself when I shaved myself this morning," he said.

Surely he sounded sincere enough... But then again, Trunks had always been a good lyer.

"Shave? You don't have to shave! It's a miracle you even have to cut your hair sometimes," said Pan, her voice wavering between humor and shock.

Trunks scowled at her. "Sometimes I do have to shave," he said indignantly.

Pan smirked. "Sure, bishounen."

Trunks surely picked up that Pan meant the other meaning.

"I'm not a faggot! It's just my saiyajin blood," he muttered, a pinkish hue on his cheeks.

Pan laughed out loud. "Sure, pretty boy. You keep on telling yourself that."

Trunks payed the bill, still scowling at Pan. "I'm not!"

"Are too," smirked Pan.

"Am not!" growled Trunks, sending her a look that meant 'I'm kicking your ass once we get out of sight'.

Pan was familiar with that look and before Trunks could react, she'd fled out of the restaurant.

She already was high up in the sky when he caught up with her. He tried to grab her, but she swiftly twisted out of his reach. He tried again and again, but every time she was too fast for him.

He glared at her when she danced around in front of him, every time just out of his grasp. Eventually he powered up to supersaiyajin, just to be able to get her.

Pan breathed in deeply. Her stomach fluttered. He looked so damned hot as a supersaiyajin!... Well, maybe hot wasn't the right word. Somehow he always seemed so cold as a supersaiyajin, so full of rage.

His pupil-less, emerald eyes fell on her and this time she did shriek. Although he smiled his normal amiably smile, his eyes told her that he would get her. Absolutely.

She dived down, but in his supersaiyajin form he was way too fast to run from. He grabbed her in mid-air. She twirled around, kicking and punching him. "That's not fair! You know I can't hold up with a supersaiyajin!" she yelled.

He powered down, his locks changing to their normal, purple, straight form. "Yeah, I know," he smirked. His voice lowered a few tones. "Got ya."

Pan's knees went weak when she heard him talk like that. Luckily she didn't stand, otherwise she would have fallen down for sure. She was pressed against his strong, hard body. His scent drove her absolutely crazy. She could feel his heat through his and her clothes, making her body burn with desire and lust. His deep blue eyes looked at her with strange emotion, locking their gazes. How could she ever resist such a man?

He slowly bend over, his head, his lips coming frighteningly close to hers. She could taste his breath on her lips. There was nothing she wanted more than kiss him, right there and then. But when their lips touched, she slipped out of his grip and fled with no further thought.

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AN: Ah, I just love cliffhangers ~_^ No, in fact, I hate 'em. But, I'm not the one who reads this, I'm the one who writes! Heh heh heh (as in: a very evil laugh). Deal with it!

Oh yeah, I had a question. Since I've had some people complaining about my grammar, I need a beta reader. Well, I'm sorry, complainers! I can't help not being a native English speaker...

Anyway, is there something out there who is good at spelling and grammar (and I mean GOOD – the person needs to write (a lot) better than me, otherwise it wouldn't be very useful, would it?) and wants to beta read my stories? Just for a warning: it's every kind. romance, yaoi, T-P, V-P, lemon, etc etc etc. Probably yuri too, some day. Who dares?