I am very sorry to all that this has not come out sooner. I have no excuse,
my sick one is kinda wearin off with peeps at school, so why do it to you?
Anyway, here it is, the long awaited chapter nine......
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"Bra? What are you doing?" Pan asked as she was backed into a corner. Bra was advancing on her holding a curling iron threateningly. "You said no primping!"
"Oh come on Pan! It's not gonna hurt, and it'll look great. Please? I mean it's not like I'm putting on your make up. Just putting a nice little wave in your hair. Just trust me, and I'll let you...erm...I'll owe ya' one." Bra tried to convince Pan as she turned on the iron and moved toward Pan once again.
"Hardly worth it." Pan mumbled as she reluctantly sat down in the chair. Bra smirked over her victory and began on Pan's hair.
"So, anxious?" Bra asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"For what?" Pan asked watching in horror as Bra moved an extremely hot object next to her head.
"Your second date with Trunks. This is more serious than that silly basketball game though." Bra continued.
"Oh, not really. I mean it's just like hanging out with my best friend....best guy friend." Pan hastily added as she noted the look in Bra's face, and the extremely hot object still in her hand. "The only part I'm nervous about would be this friggin' primping and surviving in that monstrosity."
"Aww, you're dress is really pretty. I almost couldn't believe that YOU picked it out. No offence. It'll look great, as will you once I'm finished." Bra said moving around Pan's head.
"Finished? We're only doing this stupid hair thing right?"
"Of coarse. I mean, this was hard enough to convince you on. My kami, it would be easier to get make up on Trunks. There, now isn't that pretty?" Bra said as she finished with Pan's hair.
Pan would never admit it, though it did look nice. A change from her normally strait hair.
"Yeah yeah, but it's much too much hassle to do every morning." Pan said examining herself closer in the mirror.
"That's why you should get up early like me. Not this 20 minutes before first bell thing you tend to do." Bra joked as she positioned herself infront of her bathroom mirror, to begin her own primpring. Pan sat off to the side in deep thought about what would be happening in just an hour. *I don't know if I can do this. It was so easy and comfortable dancing with Trunks when no one else was around. But now? In front of a whole crowd of people? And Hiroto? And Mayumi? I shouldn't care what they think. I don't care. Let them say what they want as long as I don't have to hear it. I won't let them ruin my night. Especially Hiroto. Trunks can deal with Mayumi.* Pan resolved.
She then got up to put on the accursed dress. It lay on delicately on Bra's bed, almost taunting her. *One last obstacle for the night.* Pan thought grimly as she trudged over to the dress and held it at arms length in front of her. With a scowl, she put it back down and began to undress. She then tugged it on and reached for the zipper, only to find she couldn't even get it half way up.
"Damn it! Bra! Get in here and help with this damn dress!" Pan shouted as she began to contort into all sorts of shapes trying to reach the zipper.
"Okay okay. Keep your pants on. Oh wait, they're already off!" Bra said laughing. Pan stopped her struggling long enough to give Bra a death glare.
"Heehee, who knew a Son could make that kind of face?" Bra said still giggling at the angry Pan. She stifled her laughter long enough to zip up Pan's dress. "All done." Bra announced as she spun Pan around to look at herself in the mirror. Pan's eyes widened. She looked so.....different. Like a whole other person.
"Aww Pan, you're like my own life size doll." Bra voiced also watching Pan in the mirror.
"Bra, I will tear up this dress, then your dress, then kick your ass to other world and back simply to fry you with a ki blast." Pan answered through clenched teeth.
"As if you could." Bra teased. Pan smirked and made a move to mess up Bra's hair which would certainly anger her, but she discovered she couldn't! The infernal dress was restricting her from doing so! *Great, now I can't even move in the stupid thing without ripping it!* Pan thought regrettably as she plopped down onto the bed again.
"Let me get my dress on and then we'll head downstairs." Bra said as she went back into the bathroom.
"If you can even call it a dress!" Pan shouted after her, thinking about Bra's non-existant outfit. A moment later Bra rejoined her in the room.
"Ready?"
"Bra? Weren't you in there for like an hour doing your make up and junk?" Pan asked quizzically now really studying Bra.
"Yeah, why?" Bra asked not sure what this was about or where it was going.
"Well, you don't look like you have any on..." Pan voiced noticing that the only differences were her eyelashes were a bit darker and her lips a little pinker.
"That's that point silly. I put enough on to look like I don't have any on." Bra said waving her hand to the trivial point.
"But....never mind." Pan said giving up on trying to figure out the inner workings of Bra. She hurriedly pulled on her shoes and followed Bra out the door and downstairs.
"Pan stop fidgeting." Bra scolded from the side of her mouth.
"I can't help it! These shoes are killing me!" Pan whispered back. The shoes seemed to be slowly cutting of her pinkie toes and rubbing off the skin that covered her heel.
"They're supposed to! The more they hurt the better they look!" Bra said with a small smile. Pan looked exasperated at the very idea but put up with it as the two continued to the lounge where they would be meeting their dates.
Bra opened the door to the lounge and walked in followed by Pan who instantly began laughing. Sitting on the couch was a very nervous looking Goten, who kept glancing around the room for the closest exit. On the other side of the room, seated in chairs were a livid Vegeta and Trunks sending Goten menacing frowns. All looked very handsome in their tuxedoes. Bra also couldn't help but smile at the situation. Goten was luckily rescued by Bulma who chose that moment to walk in.
"For Kami's sake Vegeta! Leave the poor boy alone! He hasn't done anything wrong!" Bulma shouted exhasperated. Vegeta stole a glance at his perturbed mate then right back to Goten.
"Yet." He growled. Vegeta reluctantly got up and escorted Bulma out of the room, all the while glaring at Goten.
"Trunks, chill out. I asked him, okay? So get over it." Bra said walking over to Goten. She had to tear him from the sofa and lead the petrified Goten out of the room. Trunks followed the two with his eyes until they were out of sight. Pan gave a nervous cough to let him know she was there. Trunks gaze immediately snapped over to her, when it melted into one of surprise.
"Pan, you look gorgeous." He murmured, under her spell.
"Oh, and I didn't before?" Pan asked jokingly. Trunks smiled as he strolled to her side.
"You're always gorgeous." He whispered as he gently kissed her. Pan enjoyed the moment and had to fight to keep standing. "Shall we?" Trunks asked, as he held out his arm for her to hold. Pan smiled and took it, as they strolled out of the room and to the ball room.
The ballroom couldn't have been grander. With streams of curtains above their heads, no electric lights but candles along each wall, a large buffet table, and a classical band in the corner, it couldn't have been more enchanting. It reminded Pan of a child hood story, that she was finally living.
Pan's cheerful thoughts abruptly ended when she remembered who else was to be at the party tonight. She quickly scanned the crowd looking for any sign of the two, and became more worried when she found none. Trunks seemed to read her mind, as he too began to search the room with his eyes. He smirked as his eyes were fixed on a certain point. He then gently lead Pan to the middle of the room.
Pan looked up at Trunks as he haulted and turned to face her. With an inviting smile he opened his arms for her. Pan beamed as she accepted and they began their dance. Slowly swirling around the floor, never losing eye contact. *Perfect* was all Pan could think smiling up at Trunks. Unfortunately, the dancing had become considerably harder now that she was in 3 inch heels and had a dress flowing around her feet as well.
"Fuck!" Pan mumbled as she accidentally stepped onto the hem of her dress and fell foward onto Trunks. Pan felt it would have been comfier falling onto a brick wall. None-the-less she was quite pleased to find herself that much closer to Trunks, who simply smiled at her little mishap.
"Very graceful, Pan." A cold voice said from behind them. Trunks charming face instantly became one of a scowl, as he danced away from Mayumi and Hiroto, with a bewildered Pan in his arms. Once she caught on, Pan saluted the two with her choice finger. Slowly the song came to an end and everyone applauded the band, who were setting up for the next song.
"Would you like a drink?" Trunks asked. Pan nodded and then gestured she'd be at a seat along the wall. She slowly weaved her way through the crowd and plopped down into a seat. She was shortly joined by Trunks carrying two drinks, he handed her one as he took a seat next to her.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.
"Very much so, thank you." Pan responded as she took a sip. She then spotted her grandmother and Bulma watching them from behind a tall plant. They seemed to be fighting over a camera. Luckily the music started up again.
"Erm, let's dance!" Pan said a slightly louder than she intended as she jumped up grabbing Trunks hand. No need for wedding invitations to be sent out the next day.
"Are you sure? This isn't a waltz." Trunks said unsure, as he was pulled through the crowd.
"Whatever, you can teach me as we go along." Pan said and stopped in the middle of the floor holding her arms out ready to embrace him again. Trunks looked at her oddly, but smiled as he positioned her arms as they needed to be.
"This dance is called the Tango." He said softly to her. Pan instantly looked worried. "Just do what I do, and keep up the pace." With that they were off. Pan then noticed not many couples were left on the floor, seeing as it is a difficult dance. Herself and Trunks, Bra and Goten (who seemed very into the dance), Bulma and Vegeta (also caught up in the music), Chichi and Goku (Chichi seemed to just be using Goku as cover while she tried to take more pictures, whilst Goku just bobbed his head to the music), another couple Pan didn't know, and Mayumi with Hiroto. *This cannot end pleasently* Pan thought miserably, then Trunks pressed himself to her. *Or maybe it could...Bad Pan!* Trunks smiled, "Ready?" Pan gave him an uneasy look. He smiled that Vegeta grin and began to dance.
They slowly walked sideways down the floor, after a few steps Trunks stopped and pulled slightly away, he crossed one leg over the other and stomped, then with the other leg. Pan quickly did the same. He then pulled her back in and began the walk again.
"Very nice." He whispered. The stopped and stomped twice more, then came a difficult part. "Just put one foot on my knee and kick the other one behind you." Trunks said, almost urgently. Well, it is a fast dance. Pan hesitantly placed one foot on his knee as told, and was about to kick back when he lifted her up on that knee. Pan nervously did as told, and was then dropped back to the floor, where she was caught by Trunks once again.
"A little more warning next time!" She hissed in his ear.
"Turn your back to me and do that stomp again. Quick!" Pan did as told again, she began to feel like a puppet and a fool. "Ok, just keep doing that, but put one foot behind also. I'll hold you for balance." Trunks whispered again, trying to be calm and nonchalant about it, but failed miserably. Pan gasped when she felt his firm grip on her waist, as he danced around her. This gave Pan an opportunity to watch the other couples and maybe get some hints. However, she just felt more like an incompetent 5 year-old at the sight of the experienced dancers.
Bra and Goten were weaving their legs around the other's, and slipped them out before they appeared to be cut off. They never lost eye contact, as the hips and below pretty much went crazy in an organized way. Bulma was being gracefully dragged by one leg, which was wrapped around Vegeta's waist, before they stopped and began to do a similar leg thing as Bra and Goten. The other couple were moving in a rapid circle, also doing complex leg work. The only thing that seemed to lighten her spirits was watching Mayumi limp off the floor with a stuttering Hiroto following her. Chichi and Goku seemed to have also left the floor.
"Ready?" Pan suddenly heard in her ear. She looked up to Trunks with a worried face. "Don't worry, we're close to being done. Look we already beat Mayumi and Hiroto." Trunks breathed with a satisfied smirk. Pan smiled slightly, hoping she too wouldn't be limping off the dance floor. "Lean into me, on one foot." Once again, Pan trusted him, and followed instructions. Trunks slowly moved her in a circle as he danced around her. He then stopped and reached for one of her legs. Pan eyed him, and he gave her a reassuring look. Pan rolled her eyes and loosened up. Trunks pulled her leg to his waist and dipped her as the song began to die down. However, a new instrument was added to the band. Pan's dress, though it was not loud enough for the whole room to hear, but enough for her to want to die. Indeed, the dress had had too much tango and split down the back. Pan quickly stood up and pressed her back to Trunks.
"Good, your learning." He said, and began to dance again. Pan simply kicked her feet in every direction which seemed to work. That is until Trunks took her hands and held them up as he spun her around.
"No!" Pan shouted, terrified that she almost exposed her backside to the room, she quickly leaned against Trunks once more and pulled his head down to hers, so that she could tell him what had happened.
"Ooooh," Trunks answered. He then smiled, and held Pan in place as he casually danced off the floor with her. Leaving only Bulma, Vegeta, Goten, and Bra on the dance floor. Both couples so lost in the music and dancing and their partners, seemed like they were about to go at it right there.
"Oh my God! That is so hard!" Pan said tiredly.
"You get used to it don't worry. Just gotta keep working at it." Trunks responded.
"Is it always like that?"
"Nah, there's different levels you do. You should see my parents when they really cut loose."
Pan shook her head of the thought as she took a sip of her tea. She couldn't get over dancing the tango was that difficult. She and Trunks had simply left the ball early, figuring they wouldn't be missed, or miss anything. Pan changed into a cami and pajama pants, while Trunks put on some sweats. Both extremely grateful to be out of their uncomfortable outfits.
"I don't think I could ever get it right." Pan sighed as she leaned further back into the couch.
"Well, it takes a while to get it. I mean, it took Bra a few months, but she was really dedicated. It took me and Goten a little over a year to get the hang of it. But it's really fun once you get it. It's one of the few things Tousan agrees to do with Kasaan, because it is such a work out." Trunks said matter-of-factly, as he sat next to her. He seemed to hesitate, but then put his arm around Pan. Pan didn't even blush, she simply leaned in thinking how natural it felt. She even began to get sleepy, as she let out a little yawn. Pan looked up at Trunks apologetically, but he only smiled, as he leaned down kissed her. Pan paused, then began to kiss him back, a little more fiercely, and savored the taste of him.
The creak of a door, made them instantly spring apart, looking frantically around the room. After finding no one was near, they relaxed.
"Well..." Pan started.
"Goodnight, beautiful." Trunks said, he leaned in and gave her one last kiss. Pan slowly got up from the couch and headed to Bra's room, smiling as she went.
Trunks sat in silence for a few more moments, thinking about the night and all it's events. He then got up and walked silently to the closet across the room. He opened the door and smiled at it's occupants.
"Goodnight Kasaan. Goodnight Chichi-san." Trunks said cooly as he reached in and plucked the camera from their shocked grips. He then shut the closet door again and went to his room.
__________________________ Again, apology for the lateness, will try not to again. Anywhooser, those were bits and pieces of the tango pretty much slashed together. It is almost more difficult to explain than it is to dance it. So, hope you enjoyed, R&R, Happy New Year, go see Two Towers, don't worry be happy, 1am, anybody got some coffee??
"Bra? What are you doing?" Pan asked as she was backed into a corner. Bra was advancing on her holding a curling iron threateningly. "You said no primping!"
"Oh come on Pan! It's not gonna hurt, and it'll look great. Please? I mean it's not like I'm putting on your make up. Just putting a nice little wave in your hair. Just trust me, and I'll let you...erm...I'll owe ya' one." Bra tried to convince Pan as she turned on the iron and moved toward Pan once again.
"Hardly worth it." Pan mumbled as she reluctantly sat down in the chair. Bra smirked over her victory and began on Pan's hair.
"So, anxious?" Bra asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"For what?" Pan asked watching in horror as Bra moved an extremely hot object next to her head.
"Your second date with Trunks. This is more serious than that silly basketball game though." Bra continued.
"Oh, not really. I mean it's just like hanging out with my best friend....best guy friend." Pan hastily added as she noted the look in Bra's face, and the extremely hot object still in her hand. "The only part I'm nervous about would be this friggin' primping and surviving in that monstrosity."
"Aww, you're dress is really pretty. I almost couldn't believe that YOU picked it out. No offence. It'll look great, as will you once I'm finished." Bra said moving around Pan's head.
"Finished? We're only doing this stupid hair thing right?"
"Of coarse. I mean, this was hard enough to convince you on. My kami, it would be easier to get make up on Trunks. There, now isn't that pretty?" Bra said as she finished with Pan's hair.
Pan would never admit it, though it did look nice. A change from her normally strait hair.
"Yeah yeah, but it's much too much hassle to do every morning." Pan said examining herself closer in the mirror.
"That's why you should get up early like me. Not this 20 minutes before first bell thing you tend to do." Bra joked as she positioned herself infront of her bathroom mirror, to begin her own primpring. Pan sat off to the side in deep thought about what would be happening in just an hour. *I don't know if I can do this. It was so easy and comfortable dancing with Trunks when no one else was around. But now? In front of a whole crowd of people? And Hiroto? And Mayumi? I shouldn't care what they think. I don't care. Let them say what they want as long as I don't have to hear it. I won't let them ruin my night. Especially Hiroto. Trunks can deal with Mayumi.* Pan resolved.
She then got up to put on the accursed dress. It lay on delicately on Bra's bed, almost taunting her. *One last obstacle for the night.* Pan thought grimly as she trudged over to the dress and held it at arms length in front of her. With a scowl, she put it back down and began to undress. She then tugged it on and reached for the zipper, only to find she couldn't even get it half way up.
"Damn it! Bra! Get in here and help with this damn dress!" Pan shouted as she began to contort into all sorts of shapes trying to reach the zipper.
"Okay okay. Keep your pants on. Oh wait, they're already off!" Bra said laughing. Pan stopped her struggling long enough to give Bra a death glare.
"Heehee, who knew a Son could make that kind of face?" Bra said still giggling at the angry Pan. She stifled her laughter long enough to zip up Pan's dress. "All done." Bra announced as she spun Pan around to look at herself in the mirror. Pan's eyes widened. She looked so.....different. Like a whole other person.
"Aww Pan, you're like my own life size doll." Bra voiced also watching Pan in the mirror.
"Bra, I will tear up this dress, then your dress, then kick your ass to other world and back simply to fry you with a ki blast." Pan answered through clenched teeth.
"As if you could." Bra teased. Pan smirked and made a move to mess up Bra's hair which would certainly anger her, but she discovered she couldn't! The infernal dress was restricting her from doing so! *Great, now I can't even move in the stupid thing without ripping it!* Pan thought regrettably as she plopped down onto the bed again.
"Let me get my dress on and then we'll head downstairs." Bra said as she went back into the bathroom.
"If you can even call it a dress!" Pan shouted after her, thinking about Bra's non-existant outfit. A moment later Bra rejoined her in the room.
"Ready?"
"Bra? Weren't you in there for like an hour doing your make up and junk?" Pan asked quizzically now really studying Bra.
"Yeah, why?" Bra asked not sure what this was about or where it was going.
"Well, you don't look like you have any on..." Pan voiced noticing that the only differences were her eyelashes were a bit darker and her lips a little pinker.
"That's that point silly. I put enough on to look like I don't have any on." Bra said waving her hand to the trivial point.
"But....never mind." Pan said giving up on trying to figure out the inner workings of Bra. She hurriedly pulled on her shoes and followed Bra out the door and downstairs.
"Pan stop fidgeting." Bra scolded from the side of her mouth.
"I can't help it! These shoes are killing me!" Pan whispered back. The shoes seemed to be slowly cutting of her pinkie toes and rubbing off the skin that covered her heel.
"They're supposed to! The more they hurt the better they look!" Bra said with a small smile. Pan looked exasperated at the very idea but put up with it as the two continued to the lounge where they would be meeting their dates.
Bra opened the door to the lounge and walked in followed by Pan who instantly began laughing. Sitting on the couch was a very nervous looking Goten, who kept glancing around the room for the closest exit. On the other side of the room, seated in chairs were a livid Vegeta and Trunks sending Goten menacing frowns. All looked very handsome in their tuxedoes. Bra also couldn't help but smile at the situation. Goten was luckily rescued by Bulma who chose that moment to walk in.
"For Kami's sake Vegeta! Leave the poor boy alone! He hasn't done anything wrong!" Bulma shouted exhasperated. Vegeta stole a glance at his perturbed mate then right back to Goten.
"Yet." He growled. Vegeta reluctantly got up and escorted Bulma out of the room, all the while glaring at Goten.
"Trunks, chill out. I asked him, okay? So get over it." Bra said walking over to Goten. She had to tear him from the sofa and lead the petrified Goten out of the room. Trunks followed the two with his eyes until they were out of sight. Pan gave a nervous cough to let him know she was there. Trunks gaze immediately snapped over to her, when it melted into one of surprise.
"Pan, you look gorgeous." He murmured, under her spell.
"Oh, and I didn't before?" Pan asked jokingly. Trunks smiled as he strolled to her side.
"You're always gorgeous." He whispered as he gently kissed her. Pan enjoyed the moment and had to fight to keep standing. "Shall we?" Trunks asked, as he held out his arm for her to hold. Pan smiled and took it, as they strolled out of the room and to the ball room.
The ballroom couldn't have been grander. With streams of curtains above their heads, no electric lights but candles along each wall, a large buffet table, and a classical band in the corner, it couldn't have been more enchanting. It reminded Pan of a child hood story, that she was finally living.
Pan's cheerful thoughts abruptly ended when she remembered who else was to be at the party tonight. She quickly scanned the crowd looking for any sign of the two, and became more worried when she found none. Trunks seemed to read her mind, as he too began to search the room with his eyes. He smirked as his eyes were fixed on a certain point. He then gently lead Pan to the middle of the room.
Pan looked up at Trunks as he haulted and turned to face her. With an inviting smile he opened his arms for her. Pan beamed as she accepted and they began their dance. Slowly swirling around the floor, never losing eye contact. *Perfect* was all Pan could think smiling up at Trunks. Unfortunately, the dancing had become considerably harder now that she was in 3 inch heels and had a dress flowing around her feet as well.
"Fuck!" Pan mumbled as she accidentally stepped onto the hem of her dress and fell foward onto Trunks. Pan felt it would have been comfier falling onto a brick wall. None-the-less she was quite pleased to find herself that much closer to Trunks, who simply smiled at her little mishap.
"Very graceful, Pan." A cold voice said from behind them. Trunks charming face instantly became one of a scowl, as he danced away from Mayumi and Hiroto, with a bewildered Pan in his arms. Once she caught on, Pan saluted the two with her choice finger. Slowly the song came to an end and everyone applauded the band, who were setting up for the next song.
"Would you like a drink?" Trunks asked. Pan nodded and then gestured she'd be at a seat along the wall. She slowly weaved her way through the crowd and plopped down into a seat. She was shortly joined by Trunks carrying two drinks, he handed her one as he took a seat next to her.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.
"Very much so, thank you." Pan responded as she took a sip. She then spotted her grandmother and Bulma watching them from behind a tall plant. They seemed to be fighting over a camera. Luckily the music started up again.
"Erm, let's dance!" Pan said a slightly louder than she intended as she jumped up grabbing Trunks hand. No need for wedding invitations to be sent out the next day.
"Are you sure? This isn't a waltz." Trunks said unsure, as he was pulled through the crowd.
"Whatever, you can teach me as we go along." Pan said and stopped in the middle of the floor holding her arms out ready to embrace him again. Trunks looked at her oddly, but smiled as he positioned her arms as they needed to be.
"This dance is called the Tango." He said softly to her. Pan instantly looked worried. "Just do what I do, and keep up the pace." With that they were off. Pan then noticed not many couples were left on the floor, seeing as it is a difficult dance. Herself and Trunks, Bra and Goten (who seemed very into the dance), Bulma and Vegeta (also caught up in the music), Chichi and Goku (Chichi seemed to just be using Goku as cover while she tried to take more pictures, whilst Goku just bobbed his head to the music), another couple Pan didn't know, and Mayumi with Hiroto. *This cannot end pleasently* Pan thought miserably, then Trunks pressed himself to her. *Or maybe it could...Bad Pan!* Trunks smiled, "Ready?" Pan gave him an uneasy look. He smiled that Vegeta grin and began to dance.
They slowly walked sideways down the floor, after a few steps Trunks stopped and pulled slightly away, he crossed one leg over the other and stomped, then with the other leg. Pan quickly did the same. He then pulled her back in and began the walk again.
"Very nice." He whispered. The stopped and stomped twice more, then came a difficult part. "Just put one foot on my knee and kick the other one behind you." Trunks said, almost urgently. Well, it is a fast dance. Pan hesitantly placed one foot on his knee as told, and was about to kick back when he lifted her up on that knee. Pan nervously did as told, and was then dropped back to the floor, where she was caught by Trunks once again.
"A little more warning next time!" She hissed in his ear.
"Turn your back to me and do that stomp again. Quick!" Pan did as told again, she began to feel like a puppet and a fool. "Ok, just keep doing that, but put one foot behind also. I'll hold you for balance." Trunks whispered again, trying to be calm and nonchalant about it, but failed miserably. Pan gasped when she felt his firm grip on her waist, as he danced around her. This gave Pan an opportunity to watch the other couples and maybe get some hints. However, she just felt more like an incompetent 5 year-old at the sight of the experienced dancers.
Bra and Goten were weaving their legs around the other's, and slipped them out before they appeared to be cut off. They never lost eye contact, as the hips and below pretty much went crazy in an organized way. Bulma was being gracefully dragged by one leg, which was wrapped around Vegeta's waist, before they stopped and began to do a similar leg thing as Bra and Goten. The other couple were moving in a rapid circle, also doing complex leg work. The only thing that seemed to lighten her spirits was watching Mayumi limp off the floor with a stuttering Hiroto following her. Chichi and Goku seemed to have also left the floor.
"Ready?" Pan suddenly heard in her ear. She looked up to Trunks with a worried face. "Don't worry, we're close to being done. Look we already beat Mayumi and Hiroto." Trunks breathed with a satisfied smirk. Pan smiled slightly, hoping she too wouldn't be limping off the dance floor. "Lean into me, on one foot." Once again, Pan trusted him, and followed instructions. Trunks slowly moved her in a circle as he danced around her. He then stopped and reached for one of her legs. Pan eyed him, and he gave her a reassuring look. Pan rolled her eyes and loosened up. Trunks pulled her leg to his waist and dipped her as the song began to die down. However, a new instrument was added to the band. Pan's dress, though it was not loud enough for the whole room to hear, but enough for her to want to die. Indeed, the dress had had too much tango and split down the back. Pan quickly stood up and pressed her back to Trunks.
"Good, your learning." He said, and began to dance again. Pan simply kicked her feet in every direction which seemed to work. That is until Trunks took her hands and held them up as he spun her around.
"No!" Pan shouted, terrified that she almost exposed her backside to the room, she quickly leaned against Trunks once more and pulled his head down to hers, so that she could tell him what had happened.
"Ooooh," Trunks answered. He then smiled, and held Pan in place as he casually danced off the floor with her. Leaving only Bulma, Vegeta, Goten, and Bra on the dance floor. Both couples so lost in the music and dancing and their partners, seemed like they were about to go at it right there.
"Oh my God! That is so hard!" Pan said tiredly.
"You get used to it don't worry. Just gotta keep working at it." Trunks responded.
"Is it always like that?"
"Nah, there's different levels you do. You should see my parents when they really cut loose."
Pan shook her head of the thought as she took a sip of her tea. She couldn't get over dancing the tango was that difficult. She and Trunks had simply left the ball early, figuring they wouldn't be missed, or miss anything. Pan changed into a cami and pajama pants, while Trunks put on some sweats. Both extremely grateful to be out of their uncomfortable outfits.
"I don't think I could ever get it right." Pan sighed as she leaned further back into the couch.
"Well, it takes a while to get it. I mean, it took Bra a few months, but she was really dedicated. It took me and Goten a little over a year to get the hang of it. But it's really fun once you get it. It's one of the few things Tousan agrees to do with Kasaan, because it is such a work out." Trunks said matter-of-factly, as he sat next to her. He seemed to hesitate, but then put his arm around Pan. Pan didn't even blush, she simply leaned in thinking how natural it felt. She even began to get sleepy, as she let out a little yawn. Pan looked up at Trunks apologetically, but he only smiled, as he leaned down kissed her. Pan paused, then began to kiss him back, a little more fiercely, and savored the taste of him.
The creak of a door, made them instantly spring apart, looking frantically around the room. After finding no one was near, they relaxed.
"Well..." Pan started.
"Goodnight, beautiful." Trunks said, he leaned in and gave her one last kiss. Pan slowly got up from the couch and headed to Bra's room, smiling as she went.
Trunks sat in silence for a few more moments, thinking about the night and all it's events. He then got up and walked silently to the closet across the room. He opened the door and smiled at it's occupants.
"Goodnight Kasaan. Goodnight Chichi-san." Trunks said cooly as he reached in and plucked the camera from their shocked grips. He then shut the closet door again and went to his room.
__________________________ Again, apology for the lateness, will try not to again. Anywhooser, those were bits and pieces of the tango pretty much slashed together. It is almost more difficult to explain than it is to dance it. So, hope you enjoyed, R&R, Happy New Year, go see Two Towers, don't worry be happy, 1am, anybody got some coffee??