Disclaimer: Okay, you caught me. I don't own anything, especially this fic. -sigh-
A/N: I really didn't expect to get any reviews for this thing. It's so long. But thankies to all that read! You are the greatest! And incase you were wondering, I do not hate Marron. And I didn't write that last chapter like that b/c I hate her. I'm sorry if it seems that way. I wrote it like that b/c that's the way I imagined her relationship w/Pan. But for all of you who were upset about the way Marron was treated don't worry, it gets better. Slightly…Well…at least they are some nice things said about her in this chapter…sort of….
Honesty, jealousy, and French toast
Pan quietly picked up her blue, denim bag and found her shoes. Marron and Bra were still asleep and despite her distaste for the blonde, she didn't hate her so much as to interrupt her dreams. Even when she knew from the smile that crept languidly amidst the girls face, the dream was about Trunks. Pan had had that same dream one too many times not to recognize it. She rolled her eyes as she slipped her shoes on, thinking of last night.
It upset her to think on it, for right now she was being perfectly honest with herself. And part of that was admitting that she didn't like Marron simply because she was jealous. Always, Marron had been prettier, had been the one to get the guy. Always, Marron had won the argument. Always, Marron had received full attention. And despite the tiny waver in that rhythm when Pan's movie won out over Marron's, nothing had changed. Trunks may have acted distraught and played like he wasn't interested, but by the time the lights went out, his true colors were shinning. Marron had all the attention again. And she had the guy, Pan's guy.
True, Marron had sat next to Trunks even when Trunks had spoke of wanting to sit alone. True, Marron had laid her head on his shoulder, not the other way around. And true, Marron had whispered in his ear all night. But that changed nothing, still Trunks had let it happen and enjoyed every moment of it. Pan couldn't bear the thought. She had to leave now, before her emotions got too raw and someone could read the jealousy in her face. She hated thinking of Trunks with anyone. She knew he'd never be with her, and all their playful games were just that, games. But that didn't change the fact that she daydreamed about him holding her. She'd pretended that he loved her. It didn't change the fact that she wanted him to feel those things for her. And now, staring down at that sleeping angel, Marron served as nothing but a constant reminder of all the things she could never be for him.
She'd never be pretty or coy. She'd never be graceful or demure. She would always be a fighter, a Saiyan, a tomboy. But she was willing to try anything once to make him happy. If he'd asked her to she would have become anything, copying even Marron to the last blonde strand. If he'd asked, she would have pretended to be ditsy and lost just to make him feel better. If she thought it would win him over. And that was a lot coming from her, considering she'd never been a fan of changing for someone.
But he hadn't asked. Why would he? Marron was already all those things without having to be asked, without having to pretend. And she didn't hate her for it, though she put quite a show despite, she envied her. She wanted to be her. Because she knew, though Trunks had called her annoying, it was Marron who got the guys to fall on their knees and confess their love. It was the Marrons of the world, not the Pans, who had it all at the palm of their hand. She would forever be second best...and that was if she were lucky.
So, after she'd pulled her shoes on and gave her mind the freedom to render these thoughts, she wondered out of the room as quietly as possible and down the stairs. She'd hoped to escape the house without being noticed, with no such luck. Her uncle was in the kitchen eating while she opened the door and the commotion made him come out into the hall and look at her. His eyebrows were turned upward at the sight of Pan, tiptoeing out of the door. "What are you doing?" He called to her. She froze, squelched her shoulders up and winced. Why did he have to always be eating?
"I was just on my way home. I was trying not to wake anyone." She explained.
"So, you were running away from Marron, huh?" He teased as she eased farther out the door. "Well, don't go yet," He continued after she'd nodded. "Have breakfast first and then make a run for it. Bulma will be flipping pancakes soon and Trunks is on his way to join us." The input was meant to cheer her up but it only served as a reminder of why she was so ready to leave in the first place. She frowned and turned slowly around, knowing she'd never be able to leave now and hear the end of it. She placed her bag down an shut the door.
"I am starved." She tried to sound convincing, the attempt was a failed one but her uncle didn't notice her tone. His mind was already back on the food in the kitchen. She walked down the hallway and met him and they headed back into the kitchen. He continued eating the sandwich he'd been munching on immediately and she simply sat there, looking at him. It was as if she were asking, 'what am I supposed to do now?'. She was looking like she'd never been in a kitchen before. Trunks came out of his room, rescuing Goten before he had to prod into what was wrong with his niece.
"Good morning, Pan-chan." He called happily to Pan who seemed a little more than just unenthusiastic about seeing him.
"Morning." She grunted in response and stood from the table. "I'm not so hungry." She began to walk away but Trunks called for her to stay.
"I can make you an egg omelet." Had she heard him right? She had paused in mid stride she was so surprised. Trunks...cook...for her? Even Goten had a temporary pause to glance at his friend before taking the next bite of his food.
"You didn't offer to cook me anything this morning when I complained about needing food." Goten whined with his mouth full.
"That's different. You're not half as pretty and she didn't violently wake me this morning begging for food either." Pan was stunned. Had he just called her pretty? It was a joke, she knew, but all the same it'd made her heart do flips. But that was the problem, wasn't it? He had too great an affect on her. That's why she was trying to get away in the first place. He made her half crazy inside.
"What kind of omelet?" She prodded despite her better judgment.
"Ham?" A smile had developed on his face, it was his signature. She turned around and caught the look, wishing she could die in his arms. He was so handsome. So desirable. It was killing her, every second she stared. And yet, even though she knew it was poison if she didn't, she couldn't look away.
"With cheese." He nodded at the request and walked over to the cabinet where the pans were kept. She resumed her seat at the table with a small smile. Goten raised an eyebrow at them again as Trunks began to mix the eggs, cheese, and ham. By the time he had the eggs in the pan, ready to flip the omelet, Pan could hear footsteps coming from the stairs.
"Mom, I hope you cooked more than eggs, you know I don't like them." Bra called to the person over the stove. When she was in viewing distance she realized that it wasn't her mother at all. "Trunks?" She asked as though it couldn't be possible. "You don't know how to cook." She stated in disbelief. Pan's shoulders moved up and down in her seat, she was laughing lightly.
"For your sake, Pan, you'd better hope she's wrong." He warned her.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure Dende knows I'm thankful before I bite into it." She joked and stood up, walking over to him. "I hope this is good." She whispered in his ear. He shivered from the warmth of her breath on his neck.
"You tell me." He persuaded, shaking the egg onto a plate and breaking off a piece with his fingers. He put his fingers in her mouth, sliding the egg off onto her tongue. Pan closed her mouth over his fingers and licked them softly, not bothering to acknowledge the egg. Trunks fought off the urge to cover her lips with his while throwing her onto the counter. Marron cleared her throat and Trunks pulled his finger from Pan's mouth.
Pan's eyes glanced at Marron, a small blush covering her cheeks as if she were ashamed of what she'd just done. But she hadn't done anything. Trunks had stuck his fingers in her mouth. She chewed the piece of egg and nodded. "It's delicious."
"Especially with the added salt from his skin, huh?" Marron spoke bitterly. "I'm sorry I can't stick around to have one of your omelet's Trunksie but I have to get home. My mother has some chores for me to do. Maybe another day." Trunks turned and smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders.
"I don't think it was an open offer." Goten whined, looking down at the crumbs on his plate where the sandwich used to be. "He only said he'd cook for Pan." Before anyone could say anything, Trunks interjected.
"Maybe." He informed Marron with a laugh and turned back to the pan, ready to wash it. Goten shrugged as Pan took her food and headed for the table with it.
"Well, since you're in a cooking mood Trunks, make me some French toast." Bra gave him an innocent smile and sat down at the table, diva style. Trunks laughed at her and shook his head.
"Sorry, but the cooking offer expired twenty seconds before you made that request. Hey, aren't you going to walk Marron to the door?" Marron was still standing in the entry-way to the kitchen and she hadn't even made a move for the door. She frowned a little, thinking Trunks was rushing her out.
-Oh, great. Now Bra's going to say 'I don't think so' and Trunks is going to be noble and walk her out. We all know what happens next.- Pan frowned as well.
"Sure. And when I get back my toast will be ready...that is, my French toast." She caught her mistake, knowing full well that Trunks would gladly make a joke of it if she didn't. She could already imagine coming back to find some burnt toast on a plate. She stood from the table and grabbed Marron's arm, playfully pulling her before Trunks could object.
"Ding, dong the witch is dead." Pan mumbled under her breath when she heard the door shut behind Marron. Trunks laughed to himself as Goten gave her a side glance.
Pan walked over to the sink with her dish, washing it once she'd gotten there. Bra was chewing happily on the French toast her mother had come in to make her when Trunks left the room with Goten, ignoring her crying pleas. He'd yelled at her about how she said he couldn't cook and refused to make a thing for her. Pan smiled at the memory of Bra's face and before she knew what she was doing, her laughter overflowed her lips. Pan put a hand over her mouth, trying to smuggle the sound as Bra turned and gave a curious glance.
"What are you laughing at?" She prodded. Pan shook her head, her cheeks were turning red and anyone could see she was lying. Obviously she was laughing at something.
"Nothing, Bra...just something I remembered...." Bra narrowed her eyes at her friend but didn't push farther. She took another bite of her toast before patting her stomach and sitting back in her chair.
"Don't tell me you're full. I ate that much French toast, that omelet, and a whole plate full a bacon. I could still eat more, so I know you're not full." Bra rolled her eyes and offered her plate to Pan, frowning as if the memory made her stomach hurt.
"You eat this, then." She scoffed, but Pan took the plate and dumped the remaining contents in the trash.
"No thank you." Pan's said coldly, face scrunched as if Bra had offended her.
"What's wrong with you, miss cranky? You never turn down food." Bra stood up and walked over to her friend.
"Maybe I should start..." Pan looked down at herself as if trying to see something on her shirt. Bra looked as well, but didn't see anything alarming.
"What do you mean, 'maybe I should start'? You're nowhere near fat Pan. I envy your figure." Bra rolled her eyes and giggled a little, pulling on her friend's navy blue sweater. "And I look damn good." She gave a cocky smile and began to walk up the stairs with part of Pan's sweater attached to her fingers. Needless to say, Pan followed her.
Pan had been sitting with Bra in her room for about an hour when Bulma came up and knocked on the door. Bra got up and let her mother in, giving her a curious glance.
"Pan, I just wanted to let you know that it started snowing a little...actually, it's snowing pretty hard." Pan and Bra were shocked, it hadn't been snowing earlier. They glanced at the window but the curtains were closed. Bra walked over and pulled the curtains open. Sure enough it was snowing, more than a foot was already covering the ground. "It's only going to get harder as the night progresses, your mother called and she doesn't want you out in this weather. We'll take you home in the morning if you like, but you are not allowed to leave this house tonight. Sorry." Pan frowned, if she'd left when she intended to she wouldn't be stuck here now. Bra caught the look and turned her nose up, offended.
"I don't like you either." She spoke defensively. Pan laughed.
"That's not what I meant." She smiled reassuringly at Bra. "I'd love to stay here. It's no problem, Ms. Briefs." She was trying more to convince Bra than Bulma.
Bulma laughed. "If you need clothes I'm sure Bra has something you can wear tomorrow." Bra frowned.
"And now who loves who?" Pan asked, catching Bra's frown.
"I won't love you if you ruin one of my good sweaters. Your boobs are bigger than mine, they stretch them out." She complained. Pan gave her 'a look', shook her head, and looked down at her own chest.
"It is not bigger than yours." She whined. Bra rolled her eyes.
"Fine, whatever. Just keep whatever sweater you borrow. It makes me feel bad when I get 'em back and they're all stretched out. Like I have the smallest chest on Earth." Pan's face was red from either anger or embarrassment, no one could tell.
"Shut-up Bra." Then she mumbled in a baby voice, "I don't have a big chest." She poked her lip out as Bulma laughed and left the girls to their own devices. But just as she was about to shut the door, Bra called,
"Is Goten still here? Does he have to stay as well?" Her mother nodded and shut the door. Pan lifted her eyebrows up and down, teasing her friend.
"Is Goten still here?" She said in a mocking voice, exaggerating the pitch and adding perkiness. "Does he have to stay? I hope he does. He's so hot." Bra's face was pink as she shoved Pan off the bed.
"I'm not interested in your uncle."
"Riiight." Pan pulled herself up.
"I'm not! You and Trunks do more flirting than anybody, miss 'make me breakfast cause I'm too weak to lift a finger you big strong man'. And how about, 'let me suck on your hand cause it's so much better than the food'. Or 'I should go on a diet so I'll be skinner when Trunksie-wunksie gets home to me'."
"Oh shut up, Bra. You're only trying to change the subject because you don't want to admit how in love you are with Goten."
"Whatever Pan. You just don't want me to know how much you're in love with my brother."
"What's not to know?" Pan spoke before she caught herself. Bra's eyes lit up.
"I knew it!" She nearly yelled. "You've been in love with him since six grade, haven't you?" Pan sat back on the bed and pretended she hadn't heard the question.
"Have you talked to Larson lately?" Bra groaned and shook her head.
"Don't mention that asshole. I hate him now, remember?" Pan shook her head.
"You never told me you hated him." She tried to convince Bra. It was common knowledge that Bra had a short attention span, unless it was really juicy, if Pan could get her to talk of something else she'd completely forget.
"Yes I did. I told you all about it. And now you're just trying to change the subject, but I'm not going to let you. You're in love with-" Her sentence was cut off by the sound of the door being opened.
"Bra, have you seen mom I need to ask her something." Trunks poked his head into the room. He sensed the heavy atmosphere. "Did I interrupt something?"
"NO!" Pan yelled while Bra was yelling yes. He gave them suspicious looks.
"I don't know where she is. She was up here about ten minutes ago and then she left. Go look for her, she has to be in the house it's snowing too hard outside."
"So...what'd I interrupt?" He asked Bra.
"If you were a smart brother you'd go away so I could give you the juicy details later." She smiled as Pan hit her shoulder. Bra rubbed it but her smile never disappeared. "It was worth it." She mumbled.
"Bra was about to confess her undying love for Goten." Pan informed Trunks. Trunks laughed and shook his head at the girls.
"I knew it!" He declared. "The way you gave him looks this morning..." Bra cut him off.
"The way I made him breakfast and fed it to him with my fingers..." Trunks blushed slightly but from Pan's position she couldn't see his expression, only the shadow dancing on his face. Bra was opposite her, though, and saw it all. It was at that moment that Bra came up with an idea. Pan hit Bra again and Trunks surrendered.
"I was only joking, B-chan. There's no need to get upset." She stuck her tongue at him as he closed the door.
"So...are you in love with him or not?" Bra whispered after Trunks shut the door. Pan threw a pillow at her.
"Shut up, Bra." They laughed and turned on the radio.
"Trunks, this is the dumbest show ever. Change it to cartoon network!" Goten complained as Bra and Pan took seats on the couch.
"What are you guys watching?" Bra asked after a second of looking at the screen.
"Trunks is watching Anne of Green Gables." Goten whined and moved uncomfortably about the couch he and Trunks were sitting on. "I asked him to turn."
"I'm not watching this." Trunks protested and looked up from the book in his lap.
"Then why is it still on this channel?" Bra challenged.
"Because Goten is too lazy to find the remote. He's watching T.V., I'm studying for my business exam." He shut the book and placed in on the floor under him, concluding the study session.
"I looked for the remote, I couldn't find it." He wrinkled his face.
"So why won't you just go up there and press the button to change the channel?" Pan asked, finally frustrated with the situation. This was the dumbest show ever.
"Because I'm a guest." He said simply. Pan knew that was her uncle's way of saying 'I don't feel like it'. She groaned and stood up, looking about the room for the remote.
"Let's forget the T.V." Bra chimed in after a few minutes of searching. She walked up and switched it off. "We can make tonight a game night. I haven't done that in years, I'd love to be fifteen again." She squealed.
"Speak for yourself." Pan spoke dryly.
"Anyway," She rolled her eyes at her best friend. "We can play all the old games. Twister, poker, truth or dare, scrabble, outburst, all that." She smiled excitedly as each of them gave her crazy looks.
"I don't want to play those gay games." Pan frowned but Bra ignored her.
"What do you think, you guys?" The smile on her face was so wide neither one of them could refuse, after all, they had nothing better to do.
"Sure, Bra." They spoke tentatively. "We'll have a game night..." Bra squealed happily and bounced before she ran out of the room to get the board games. Pan gave Goten and Trunks a look that let them know exactly what she thought of them.
"Why did you tell her yes? Now she'll expect us to play all those games and have fun doing it." She punched Trunks' shoulder, he was closer, and gave Goten another glare.
"Well, just pretend to have fun." Trunks shrugged, simply. Pan was still frowning when Bra walked back in the room, her hands overflowing. She had twister and scrabble in one hand, a deck of cards and another board game, Outburst, in the other. Pan thought she was only kidding when she'd said 'Outburst', they weren't really going to play that were they? But Bra had other things on her mind, no, they'd never actually get to that game. She dropped the games on the floor and suggested they play twister first. No one objected.
After maybe twenty turns, too many groans of displeasure to count, and a lot of bad twisting Bra had won the game. No one expected her to loose, really, three martial artist against a cheerleader...it was almost a competition...
"That game wasn't fair B-chan, you know I'm not flexible like that. Let's do something else." Goten complained as each of them gave him a questioning look. Had he just called Bra, 'B-chan'? Only Trunks and her parents had ever done that, Pan on occasion. It was an affectionate nickname. After a second he noticed the slip up but made no attempt to correct it. He was still waiting for her to pick out another game.
"Fine then, we'll play something that's more luck than anything. Poker, how's that?" She looked for approval. Trunks nodded happily as Goten groaned again. Goten always lost, Trunks always won. Goten just wasn't that good with the cards. Bra laughed as Pan put on a serious face, she wasn't going to let Trunks win this game, not this time.
"Maybe strip poker..." Bra tested to see Pan's reaction. It was just as she'd suspected, Pan elbowed her in the side and shook her head in protest.
"There's no way."
"Fine, but I get to pick the next game as well. Since you won't comply with my demands now." Bra smiled and sat on the floor, grabbing the deck of cards. Pan had no idea what she was in for tonight. Bra dealt the first hand and noted everyone's faces, Goten was telling his hand in his smile. Each of them folded. Four games later, Trunks had the most money and Pan was his only competition. Bra had been excluded when she asked if she could substitute chips for perfume and Goten had been out after the second hand. He was a poker idiot. But Pan looked determined, her face matching the scorn on Trunks'. Bra sighed and stretched, laying back on the floor, this was going to be awhile.
Pan tapped her fingers on the floor, it was a nervous gesture, and waited for Trunks to call. She was hoping he would fold, Bra could tell but only because she knew Pan so well. Trunks didn't know how to read her. He kept moving his hand up and down, near his chips and back. Finally, he decided to see her bet and put his cards on the floor. Pan swore and folded her hand.
"You win." She reluctantly admitted. He wiped his brow and picked up his money.
"You looked a little confused Trunks. Weren't you sure what to do?" Bra asked. Trunks frowned at her, but ignored the teasing as he looked down at his money.
"I really thought she had a good hand. You've got a great poker face Pan, how did you learn how to mask your feelings so well?" The irony of that question made Pan laugh. She couldn't very well tell him that he'd taught her that bit of acting, could she? Then he would want an explanation and that would defeat the whole purpose of her 'I don't give a shit about you' demeanor.
"I guess I've seen Vegita do it too often." She laughed. "I picked it up from him." Trunks shook his head at her joke and Bra interrupted their conversation.
"I get to pick the next game, remember?" She smiled happily.
"You've picked them all." Pan reminded her. Bra rolled her eyes.
"It's Truth or Dare." She smiled proudly. (A/N: don't you just love how those always end up in T/P fics? Oh, well, it's my story.) Pan frowned at her and started to shake her head when she noticed the glint in Bra's eyes. For some reason, Bra was determined. Pan wasn't getting out of this. She thought of their conversation earlier, in Bra's room, and only hoped Bra wouldn't ask her about Trunks. She could easily lie and say she didn't care for him, but she'd never outwardly just lie to her best friend.
"Fine then." Pan relented. "Start it off. And only two rounds, I'm not in the mood to play this childish game Bra." She arched her back, stretched, then straightened out, getting comfortable.
"Fine, Goten truth or dare?" Pan was taken back that Bra hadn't asked her first.
"Um, truth..." He scratched his head and waited for the question.
"Did you break up with Paris because she wouldn't sleep with you?" Bra boldly asked. Goten coughed and tried to regain his composure.
"I didn't break up with Paris, and if I had it wouldn't be because of that." Bra studied him, seemed satisfied with whatever it was she was searching for, and smiled.
"It's your turn then, Goten."
"Pan, truth or dare?" She was even more shocked that he'd chosen her instead of Trunks.
"Um....dare." Pan spoke, not willing to risk a truth, even from her uncle. He started to speak but Bra jumped over to him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened and his brow wrinkled before he smiled.
"Okay." He nodded to her. Pan shivered, a little frightened with what they had planned. "Um, Pan, I'll get back to you on that dare later. When it's convenient." She narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head.
"Whatever. Trunks, truth or dare?"
"Truth." He shrugged. Pan smiled a little, thinking of a good question.
"Did you have a serious girlfriend in America?" Bra perked at this question, obviously curious.
"Her name was Narissa." He nodded. Pan wanted to ask him what happened, but she only got one question. Suddenly she wanted to do more rounds. She was highly jealous of some girl she hadn't met. What had happened with Narissa? Why did he look so sad when he said her name? What was going on here, with her Trunks? She tried to relax her shoulders as Trunks asked Bra the question. She chose truth and Trunks asked her if she were still a virgin. She blushed and refused to answer at first, glancing from Goten to Trunks to Pan.
"She'd better be." Goten responded for her and the girls gave him questioning looks. Trunks just nodded in agreement.
"It's none of your business, but I am. Anyway, someone should be asking Panny that..." Her eyes traveled over to the other girl as Pan blushed.
"No way, it's none of anyone's business, especially theirs." Pan frowned. Goten clenched his fists.
"You'd better be." He repeated the words again. Pan knew Bra only wanted to take the heat from herself, having almost lost 'it' with Larson, but even so she didn't appreciate the attention. Bra asked Pan the question, starting the new, and last round.
"Dare." She answered, still not receiving her last dare yet.
"I dare you to not mention Trunks' ex, Narissa for the rest of the night." Bra smiled, knowing this would keep Pan from asking Trunks the question next, Bra had a plan for those two and she needed to ask Trunks 'the question'. Pan nodded angrily and turned to Goten, asking him instead since she had a score to settle.
"Dare." He answered as she dared him to go a whole day without eating meat. He frowned, knowing this was his payment for commenting on her love life. Goten looked to Bra, like he'd previously agreed or something, and asked her next.
"Truth." She smiled. He sighed, knowing he couldn't take out his frustration on someone now. He'd have to suffer without meat on his own.
"Have you ever been in love?" He asked, taking everyone by surprise. Bra's eyes downshifted as if her carpet was suddenly fascinating and she nodded slowly.
"Once, but he never knew." Pan was alert suddenly, Bra had never told her about this. Who had she loved? She wanted to play this game another round desperately now, but she wasn't going to risk someone asking her that same question.
"Trunks." Bra called to him, waiting for him to pick.
"Tr--" He started to say truth but was frightened she would ask about Narissa and decided against it. "Dare." Bra smiled wildly.
"Great!" She yelped and nodded to Goten.
"Okay, Pan, here goes your dare."
"What?" Pan shot up, could they do this? "This isn't a combination effort." She whined.
"Shut up." Bra told her. "And lay down." Pan lifted her eyebrows and complied.
"Trunks, I'm going to put some whipped cream somewhere on this beautiful girls body. You're going to lick if off as your dare." She smiled maliciously. Trunks frowned. He wanted to say he wouldn't do it, if he had been a sore game player he would have, but saiyan pride wouldn't let him.
Bra ran to get the whipped cream and was back within seconds. She was lifting Pan's navy sweater slightly as she sprayed the cream on the girls belly button. She would have put it on her mouth if she knew Pan would let him lick it out. But Pan never would, she'd just swallow it and declare this game over.
"I'm going to get you, Bra." Pan whined. Bra only laughed.
"Okay Trunks, lick it off. Every bit of it." Trunks looked down at Pan, lying with whipped cream sprayed across her stomach, frowning. He laughed.
"Hurry up, Trunks. It's cold." She complained, but it was interrupted by his warm mouth near her soft skin. He hovered there for a moment, letting his breath caress her before dipping his head onto her stomach. She gasped as his tongue slowly traced the whipped cream, licking it off her body. His tongue moved in circles around her navel as his lips gathered what the tongue missed. Her heart was pounding inside her chest and she was sure he could feel it pulsating through her stomach. Without lifting his mouth he traced soft kisses along her lower abdomen. She squirmed unconsciously and he laughed to himself, his tongue doing a magnificent job getting the cream off her body. His lips were soft as they massaged her stomach, she thought it was bare now, but his mouth was still sucking softly at her navel. She wiggled again as his tongue slid inside her belly button, sinuously. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head.
It just felt so good to have him next to her body, his mouth on her. She wanted him to roam more places, she had to bite her lip just to keep the moan inside her throat from flowing out. She had never wanted someone so badly before, especially when two other people were standing in the room watching their every move. He moved his head up to look at her, her face was flushed. Maybe he thought she was embarrassed, everyone else did, but more likely than not he was reading the look correctly. She was highly turned on. She wiped her stomach off and sat up, sending Bra death glares.
"That's why I said only two rounds." She frowned and stood up. "I'm done playing your stupid games. Find something else to do, now." She warned her friend. Bra nodded, expecting this from Pan.
A/N: So, what'd you think? Long, boring, stupid? Let me know! And just a tid bit of fyi: I like Anne of Green Gables (Which I don't own)…. Oh, and I'm sorry, but I don't know what Trunks whispered to Pan in the last chapter, he never told me. -whimper- It was something funny or sweet enough to make her giggle. Either way, it wasn't of much significance, use your imagination…it could be anything you want it to be.
I'm going to thank all of my reviewers to date (12/12/02): Kris, SSJ-Mirai-Trunks, sugar, Panchan, Princess M-chan, DBZChicky501, madd, Malik, TrunxChic, :o), aoao ^_^, DBPrincess116, BlueSilk, and cocoabear! Thank you guys!!
I'm going out of town on Friday so this'll be my last update until Tuesday…I think Tuesday. Sorry.