Hi! Didja like Chapter 2? Well if your one of those sick-minded lemon-lovers then you'll like this chapter better! I've finally decided to grant all of us sickos what we've been wanting...I think (Lemon!). Well, in this chapter, Bulma talks with Trunks to see if he knows anything about Bra's funny behavior, and instead of answers, she gets more questions and another crisis! Poor Bulma! I've decided to add some Trunks/Pan to this Bulma/Vegeta Fan Fiction! Everybody likes T/P! And who can resist B/V? Don't answer that. Ok on with Chapa 3!

I had second thoughts about going to Trunks's room. Who knew what kind of mysteries he held the answer to? What if he really did know what happened between Vegeta and Bra? Would I really want to know the answer?

I walked slowly down my long hallways to Trunks's bedroom, thinking, doubting, hoping, and dreading the whole way. When I finally reached his room, I hesitantly knocked three times, then waited.

After a pause, I heard Trunks move around inside his room, then I heard footsteps padding across the floor. He had a large room so I understood the amount of time it took him to get to the door.

Opening the door to me, I smiled slightly.

"Hi Trunks. I wanted to know if I could talk to you for a second." I stated curiously. I didn't know if Vegeta or Bra or both told him not to talk to me. If they did I was at a total loss.

"Um, sure. I guess I needed to talk to you anyways." He said shyly, like it was embarrassing and he was debating for awhile if he was going to talk to me about that certain subject. Yes, I got all that out of one little sentence Trunks said to me.

"Okay, thanks, dear." I smiled. I quietly stepped into the familiar room and sat on his overlarge bed. He walked over to me and sat parallel to me.

"You go first." He told me, almost demanding. Like his dad

Sighing loudly, I began.

"Well this afternoon your father and Bra had a talk about something important. When they came home today, they were acting...strange. I need to know if you know about the way they're acting.

Looking down at the floor in thinking-mode, he thought. After a small while, he turned back to me.

"Well mom, I do know where dad went this afternoon. But I haven't seen Bra all day except for at lunch."

"Where'd he go?" I asked almost desperately.

"Well..." he started. "Dad...doesn't...want me to tell you." He said quickly, as if to get it over with.

I swear I could scream. Just yell at the top of my lungs out of frustration. Don't tell me?! What was going on???? I almost strangled Trunks for his loyalty to his father's order. What now?

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." I mumbled to myself so Trunks could not hear my attempt to calm myself. (A/N: You know I've always wondered were people got that crazy idea that Saiyans hear, smell, and see better. Never has it ever told anyone in the shows they do. If they could, how was it that Vegeta and Gohan couldn't hear Goku and Trunks's conversation in the Trunks Saga? [Mysteries Revealed] Piccolo could, but not the Saiyans! Oh well, I guess it's just a little legend.)

Sighing and flopping on my back in disappointment, I turned back to him.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked, rather exhausted.

"Well it's about Pan..." He trailed. My day did a 360 degree turn when he mentioned Pan. I always knew he had a secret crush on her, and vice versa. Was he going to tell me they were getting married? Were they dating? First kiss? What?!

"What is it, son?" I asked quickly, demanding an answer.

"Well...I...want to go out with her but..." he trailed off again. Almost hurting my face from smiling so hard, I hugged him tight. I've always dreamed and dreaded the day my boy would go out with a girl.

"Mom I'm not done..." he said almost sadly.

"Oh sorry, continue..."

"I want to go out with her, but...she's...got a boyfriend and...Gohan..."

I almost cried. I knew that he liked her and I always thought Pan liked him back. But she's got a boyfriend? I swear I could see how bad he felt written all over his face. He was so sad! My heart ached because he was hurt so badly.

"What about Gohan?" I asked hesitantly, fearing an answer.

"He...he doesn't exactly like the thought of me going out with his darling little girl." He said.

I almost laughed. My attitude was really fluctuating today; I almost felt Bi-Polar. Patting him on the back, I silently told him to continue.

"Well whenever I go to her house...he always watches us like I'm going to hurt her or like I might..." He stopped. I could tell he didn't want to finish, and knew what he was going to say.

"I doubt Gohan truly believes you'd do that, Trunks." I said flatly.

"He trusts Pan, not me, Mom." He mocked.

Smiling to him, I was just about to reply when we heard a thundering KNOCK on the front door. Rolling my eyes I looked at Trunks, giving him the look that said, Be-Right-Back.

Trudding down my long staircase, I slugged to the door and hastily opened it.

Pan.

Almost flipping over, I regained my composure.

"Uh...hi...Pan! What...did you need?" I asked, stumbling.

"Hi Bulma. Is Trunks home...?" She asked me like she came over every day.

"Um...yes. Just...a second." I stumbled more. She wanted to talk to Trunks?! Oh god! What if she was going to tell him that she broke up with her boyfriend for him! Or maybe she's telling him her father doesn't want him near her anymore? No, if that was the case, he'd come over and demand it himself.

Shakily closing the door, I called Trunks down.

"Trunks! Pan is here to see you!" I yelled.

I didn't even see him come down the stairs. He was in front of me in less than a second. Taking a step backwards in surprise, I reopened the door.

"Um, hi Trunks." She said nervously.

"Hi Pan." He said straightly. "What did you need?"

"I needed to talk to you." She replied.

"Uh...sure." He turned to the side, signaling to her 'come in.' Stepping in she looked around, as if to find the secret spot to talk to him in.

Getting the hint from Trunks's 'Get' look, I walked up the stairs and plopped onto my bed in my room.

Overwhelmed with thoughts from the day's events, I closed my eyes...slowly...just as I was about to close them I heard the loud screech then slam of my door opening then shutting, and popped my eyes open to see Vegeta staring at me the same way he did earlier. Great...

Knowing what he wanted, and knowing that I needed something to clear my mind, I sat up, sighing.

In a flash he was on me, taking of my shirt again, for the second time. I pulled his shirt over his head also, and next came our pants. I wasn't in the mood for the rough sex I usually gave and received. But I could tell he was from the way he kissed me.

As soon as we were in our birthday suits, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. Feeling him enter me fast, I gasped and just closed my eyes, letting him do all the work...which he didn't need help anyways.

Thrust after thrust was ridding me of the days trials, just like I'd hoped. I kissed him again as to say 'Thanks.' I truly needed the break. Then I couldn't think clearly at all. I knew we'd hit our orgasms at the same time, for when I felt mine come, I could feel him empty into me. After the last of the feeling was over, he rolled off me and I hugged him, grateful.

When I woke up an hour later, Vegeta was still sleeping. I knew he didn't get much rest today, so I let him sleep as I got up to shower myself.

Already undressed, I turned on hot water and cold, to make the water the pleasant warm I liked the most. Stepping in I let it wash the scent of sex off of me first. Then scrubbed myself with my own invention of soap. Washing it off I reached for my shampoo that I also created myself. Washing my hair twice, I rinsed it out then lastly used my own conditioner, that, guess what? I made myself. Finally finishing, I stepped out and dried myself with a towel.

Finally dressed in my daily outfit, I walked down the stairs for the umpteenth time it seemed. I saw Trunks in the living room with his sister, both seemed completely unharmed by anything.

Walking into the room brushing my hair, I sat on the couch.

"Did Pan leave?" I asked.

"Yes." They answered at the same time. Odd.

"What happened?"

"Nothing much." Trunks answered.

Knowing I wasn't going to get a sure answer, I exhaled loudly and went into the kitchen to eat something and think about what to do. As I got out some Oreos I wondered if I should call Gohan. He might know something.

Picking up the phone, I dialed his number which was written on a piece of paper that was on my phone. It rang twice, then I heard Videl answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi Videl, it's Bulma. Is Gohan there? I need to ask him something."

"Oh sure Bulma, just a minute."

A pause.

"Hello?" I heard Gohan's voice.

"Hi Gohan, it's Bulma. Listen, I need to know if you know anything about Pan's visit with Trunks this afternoon."

"She visited Trunks?" He said deeply, threatening.

"Yeah Gohan, you know we don't have a disease over here." I mocked, kind of curious to why he hated my son.

He laughed. "Well Bulma, the only reason I'm mad is because she didn't tell me she was going over there and I never knew she went over to see Trunks. She said she was going to visit Bra at the mall."

End of Chapter!!!!!!!!! Hopefully I'm not making you mad by ending it there! I'm so mean. Mwuhahahahahaha! Okay first off, Pan-fans don't get mad at me for making Pan out to be a liar. That's not the case! Second, lemon fans, don't hate me for making that lemon brief. I only put it in there for you people, not because I actually wanted or needed to. Third, Chapter 4 is coming soon!

Next Chapter:

The conversation between Bulma and Gohan leads to a Son & Briefs meeting between Gohan, Bulma, Trunks, and Pan!