Chapter Three
Over the next few days, I did my best to avoid Trunks. It was a difficult task with him
and his sister being my best friends. Whenever one of them wanted me to come over, I
lied and said I wasn't feeling well. It worked. Bra continued making plans with Goten and
Trunks was dreaming about his wedding day...I'm certain he was. I rolled over to my side
and looked at the clock. 11:30am. Certainly I did not need to stay in bed and agonize over
him any longer. I sat up and kicked the sheets off of me and slid out of the bed.
I walked passed my vanity, but I didn't look into the mirror. I knew how I looked already.
I had bags under my eyes, crust in the corners and my hair resembled a basket of black
yarn. I stumbled into my bathroom and turned on the shower. As the water danced on the
tile below, I slid off my nightshirt and stepped into the shower. The warm beads of water
softly pelted my skin, melting my worries away. I took the bottle of shower gel and
tipped it over my wash cloth. I waited a moment for something to happen, but nothing
came out. I shook and hit the bottle against the wall, but to no avail. I didn't have any
soap and I had to leave my watery sanctuary to get some more.
Slowly, I trudged down the stairs, leaving damp footprints behind me on the hardwood
floor. I've been meaning to move the linen cabinet upstairs...I won't forget to do it this
time. I held my towel close to me as I reached up high to get the gel. It was on the top
shelf and I didn't even remember how I managed to get it up there. I stood on my tiptoes
and strained to reach the top. I could feel it right at my fingers when I felt a Ki behind
me. I turned around and it was…Trunks!?! I was so startled I lost my balance and
slipped, making the gel fall on my head. He ran over to me and helped me up. "Gomen
nasi," he said repeatedly as I stumbled to my feet, holding my head. He put his arms
around me then looked into my eyes. "Are you alright," he asked. I managed to nod and
smile. I could feel his warm hands against my bare back and I thought… how could I feel
his hands when I have my towel on? I looked down and noticed my towel was still on the
floor. Trunks looked down as well and turned crimson. I squealed, grabbed my towel and
ran upstairs. I blew past Bra as I slammed the door to my room and tried to catch my
breath. I couldn't believe that just happened! What if someone would have seen? They
would have had the wrong idea! I put my hand on my head as my legs gave way, making
me plop on the floor.
"Pan, what's wrong," Bra asked on the other side of the door. I raised my head to and
contemplated actually opening it. What was I going to say to her? I didn't want to talk,
but I knew she did. "Pan, come on. Let me in." I shook my head in quite defeat, opening
the door slowly. She looked at me, then walked in briskly. Assertively, she folded her
arms and sat on my bed. "Tell me what's going on right now," she demanded. "I saw
what happened down there…what's going on between you and my brother." I sighed and
folded my arms, "Nothing," I shrugged my shoulders and turned on my heels, "Nothing
at all." I'm almost certain she heard the disappointment in my voice, because her
expression changed from anger to concern. I turned my back to her and started
rummaging through my dresser, pretending to brush off her presence. "Do you want
something to be going on," she asked, almost child-like. I froze up and dropped the
undergarment I had picked out. I couldn't move or anything. Had I been that obvious?
Had Trunks figured it out?
"Pan, are you sure you're ok," she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. I didn't even
know she had moved from the bed. I turned around in looked into her eyes. "Bra,
everything is fine," I lied. "I was reaching for my shower gel and he startled me. I
dropped the bottle on my head and my towel as well. I didn't notice until Trunks helped
me up. I was so embarrassed." I laughed and scratched the back of my head in pure Son-
style. Bra looked at me oddly, then her face lit up with a huge smile. "I know exactly
what you mean. That exact same thing happened to me with Goten. I was so embarrassed
because, you know… I'm not exactly in shape." I smiled, happy she had forgotten her
previous thoughts. To put the icing on the cake, I ended up coughing, making it appear I
was actually sick. "Oh," she squealed. "I forgot the chicken soup I make back at Capsule
Corp. I'll be RIGHT BACK, ok?" I nodded yes, holding my 'sore throat'. As she opened
the door, Trunks ran right into her. She stepped back and smiled. "Watch where you're
going! Hey, I have to stop at the house real quick. Make sure Pan gets dressed before her
cold gets any worse." She then bolted out the room, leaving Trunks and myself alone…
in my bedroom.
Hey, I'm sorry my chapters are short, but I hope you value quality over quantity :D I
wonder what's going to happen in that bedroom of hers. Stay tuned and find out.
Over the next few days, I did my best to avoid Trunks. It was a difficult task with him
and his sister being my best friends. Whenever one of them wanted me to come over, I
lied and said I wasn't feeling well. It worked. Bra continued making plans with Goten and
Trunks was dreaming about his wedding day...I'm certain he was. I rolled over to my side
and looked at the clock. 11:30am. Certainly I did not need to stay in bed and agonize over
him any longer. I sat up and kicked the sheets off of me and slid out of the bed.
I walked passed my vanity, but I didn't look into the mirror. I knew how I looked already.
I had bags under my eyes, crust in the corners and my hair resembled a basket of black
yarn. I stumbled into my bathroom and turned on the shower. As the water danced on the
tile below, I slid off my nightshirt and stepped into the shower. The warm beads of water
softly pelted my skin, melting my worries away. I took the bottle of shower gel and
tipped it over my wash cloth. I waited a moment for something to happen, but nothing
came out. I shook and hit the bottle against the wall, but to no avail. I didn't have any
soap and I had to leave my watery sanctuary to get some more.
Slowly, I trudged down the stairs, leaving damp footprints behind me on the hardwood
floor. I've been meaning to move the linen cabinet upstairs...I won't forget to do it this
time. I held my towel close to me as I reached up high to get the gel. It was on the top
shelf and I didn't even remember how I managed to get it up there. I stood on my tiptoes
and strained to reach the top. I could feel it right at my fingers when I felt a Ki behind
me. I turned around and it was…Trunks!?! I was so startled I lost my balance and
slipped, making the gel fall on my head. He ran over to me and helped me up. "Gomen
nasi," he said repeatedly as I stumbled to my feet, holding my head. He put his arms
around me then looked into my eyes. "Are you alright," he asked. I managed to nod and
smile. I could feel his warm hands against my bare back and I thought… how could I feel
his hands when I have my towel on? I looked down and noticed my towel was still on the
floor. Trunks looked down as well and turned crimson. I squealed, grabbed my towel and
ran upstairs. I blew past Bra as I slammed the door to my room and tried to catch my
breath. I couldn't believe that just happened! What if someone would have seen? They
would have had the wrong idea! I put my hand on my head as my legs gave way, making
me plop on the floor.
"Pan, what's wrong," Bra asked on the other side of the door. I raised my head to and
contemplated actually opening it. What was I going to say to her? I didn't want to talk,
but I knew she did. "Pan, come on. Let me in." I shook my head in quite defeat, opening
the door slowly. She looked at me, then walked in briskly. Assertively, she folded her
arms and sat on my bed. "Tell me what's going on right now," she demanded. "I saw
what happened down there…what's going on between you and my brother." I sighed and
folded my arms, "Nothing," I shrugged my shoulders and turned on my heels, "Nothing
at all." I'm almost certain she heard the disappointment in my voice, because her
expression changed from anger to concern. I turned my back to her and started
rummaging through my dresser, pretending to brush off her presence. "Do you want
something to be going on," she asked, almost child-like. I froze up and dropped the
undergarment I had picked out. I couldn't move or anything. Had I been that obvious?
Had Trunks figured it out?
"Pan, are you sure you're ok," she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. I didn't even
know she had moved from the bed. I turned around in looked into her eyes. "Bra,
everything is fine," I lied. "I was reaching for my shower gel and he startled me. I
dropped the bottle on my head and my towel as well. I didn't notice until Trunks helped
me up. I was so embarrassed." I laughed and scratched the back of my head in pure Son-
style. Bra looked at me oddly, then her face lit up with a huge smile. "I know exactly
what you mean. That exact same thing happened to me with Goten. I was so embarrassed
because, you know… I'm not exactly in shape." I smiled, happy she had forgotten her
previous thoughts. To put the icing on the cake, I ended up coughing, making it appear I
was actually sick. "Oh," she squealed. "I forgot the chicken soup I make back at Capsule
Corp. I'll be RIGHT BACK, ok?" I nodded yes, holding my 'sore throat'. As she opened
the door, Trunks ran right into her. She stepped back and smiled. "Watch where you're
going! Hey, I have to stop at the house real quick. Make sure Pan gets dressed before her
cold gets any worse." She then bolted out the room, leaving Trunks and myself alone…
in my bedroom.
Hey, I'm sorry my chapters are short, but I hope you value quality over quantity :D I
wonder what's going to happen in that bedroom of hers. Stay tuned and find out.
