A.N.~Wow! Three chapters within a couple of days. Told you I couldn't
stop writing. Guess this makes up for the month without updates ^_~ The
big party chapter…*smiles evilly*.
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Life's Little Lessons
Chapter 5: Pure and Simple Hell
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Pan fidgeted with her dress smoothing the invisible creases. She eyed the man that was sitting on the other side of the limousine and was thankful that the windows were tinted. 'I'm heading into a small spiral straight into Hell…goody!' Looking out the window she wondered what the driver was thinking about the couple not speaking to each other.
"Well…? Are you ready to go?" Trunks stepped out of the limousine and offered his hand.
Pan, instead, opted to squeeze past him and ignore his outstretched hand. She rolled her eyes as he came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist.
Trunks whispered into her ear, hoping that it looked like they enjoying themselves. "I'm not doing this because I want to, Pan. If you don't start acting like the 'happy wife' this isn't going to work. People aren't blind you know." Forcing a smile, Trunks put Pan's arm through his and patted her hand.
"Fine, bastard," she whispered back and then turned away to wave at the nearest reporter, "but I swear that if you touch my ass one more time I'll blow this whole fucking place up." Once again feigning interest in the camera's around her, Pan winked and snuggled closer to Trunks. '…make that a never ending spiral straight into Hell…'
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Marron grinned as she gave the taxi driver a 10. Pulling a mirror out of her purse she made sure that everything was in place. Smacking her lips together she giggled softly as she neared the huge building that was hosting the banquet. 'So…Trunks thinks he can leave me home alone? This is going to be too cool…I'll finally get to let out our little secret to the rest of the world! Ha! Payback's a bitch…isn't it Trunks…'
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Pan downed last of her champagne and chuckled at the supposed joke that Trunks had just told. "I'm always telling him," she said with fake brightness, "that's he's just too funny! Isn't that right honey?" Pan swallowed, trying to keep a growl from escaping from her throat. Eying one of the men in the group menacingly, she excused herself and headed quickly for the restroom. 'Oh! If that little grey haired ass doesn't stop "accidentally" brushing up against me I'll kill him!' She opened the door forcefully and hurriedly turned on the hot water.
'Come on Pan-chan…just two more hours…you can take just two more hours. Forget about the money, imagine this as being training. The most strenuous training you've ever had and when you get out you'll get to see Vegeta and…STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS ASS…I MEAN VEGETA…' Digging her gloved fingers into her palms, Pan took a moment to compose herself and then decided she'd left Trunks alone long enough. Turning off the water and walking to the door, Pan counted to ten. 'Just two more hours…just two more hours…'
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Vegeta sat in the darkened living room flipping from channel to channel. Just about every station was covering his brat's banquet. Every time Trunks and Pan were shown together Vegeta had to keep himself from tearing the television apart.
'Hmph! She's Kakorott's brat! You are not feeling anything for her but lust, pure Saiyajin lust! Today was just a brief display of weakness, nothing more.' Vegeta stood up and started walking towards the stairs. "I DO NOT WANT HER IN MY BED!"
"What Papa? What's wrong with your bed?" Bra stuck her head out of the doorway and peered questioningly at her father.
Vegeta took in a few shallow breaths and then composed himself. "It's nothing Princess…just go back to fixing the gravity room, okay?" Finishing his walk up the stairs, Vegeta sighed heavily. 'Damn gravity room, why did it have to explode…'
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Pan gasped and reeled back, taking in the scene. There was Marron, hanging all over Trunks, and Trunks trying to decide whether to fend her off or introduce her. She walked over to the two and while glaring at the clueless blonde, slipped her arm into Trunks's. "Why Marron Chestnut, I haven't seen you in ages! I didn't know Trunks invited you…why he's always one for surprises!" Pan concealed her crossed fingers behind her back hoping that Marron would get the message. She didn't.
"Hmmm…Pan…I didn't think you'd be here. Why, I supposed after you almost sent Trunksie here to the emergency room you'd at least be under house arrest!" Marron giggled at her joke and pecked Trunks on the cheek. "When he didn't come to pick me up this evening I thought it was some sort of mistake…obviously it was."
"Now Marron," Trunks said with a hint of a growl, "I don't know where you got the idea that Pan, of all people, almost sent me to the emergency room! Ha! I've never heard of a funnier thing!" Nervously, the purple haired executive forced a laugh and was thankful that the rest of the group laughed too. Minus the increasingly angry women at his left and right sides.
"Trunks!" Marron said whining seductively, "Why can't you just tell them our little secret? Are you ashamed of me?" Marron leaned in closer to Trunks, laying her head on his chest. Not noticing the gapping stares of the people surrounding her, she would have continued had Trunks not pushed her away.
"Marron, this has gone far enough! I don't know where in that silly little head you got the idea that we were a couple. Everyone knows Pan and mine's relationship is solid and here you go disturbing the peace. If you won't leave now I'll have to call security." Praying that Marron wouldn't hold it against him later, Trunks grabbed Pan and pulled her into a suffocating kiss. When he pulled away from the surprised and slowly steaming Pan, Marron was gone.
The same man that had been feeling Pan up earlier wistfully watched Marron leave the building. Chuckling he reached over and patted Trunks on the back, "Well Mr. Briefs, even in marriage you are quite the ladies' man." The rest of the group took his cue and for the rest of the evening Pan was latched to Trunks's side.
Air kissing another nameless stock holder, it took every muscle in Pan's body from chasing after Marron and beating the blonde into a bloody mess. 'They're all going to die…each and every one of those stupid assholes.'
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After a quick stop at her father's house to pick up Aiko, Pan and Trunks were once again home. Upon reaching her room, Pan dropped the baby into her crib and stripped out of her dress. Kicking off her heels as she walked to her nightstand, Pan reached over and dialed up the Capsule Corp. compound. 'Please let Vegeta answer…please let Vegeta…' "Oh! Hi Bra! Yeah, the party was okay…oh…it was on the news…great! Oh, it's being laughed off…yeah what a FREAKING GREAT JOKE! Oops..I know it's not your fault. Uh huh…yes, I'm bringing Aiko over tomorrow…yes I'll still be your matron of honor. We can't do fittings in the morning, I train every morning. No, no, I guess he wouldn't mind, sure, nothing pink, okay? Eight? Mmhmmm…I won't kill him…don't worry! Okay, bye!" Slamming the phone back into the cradle, Pan crawled into bed. 'Goten better find those Dragon Balls quick, or his death is going to be very slow and very painful…'
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"Come on Marron, honey…please…answer the phone…answer the damn phone! You know I didn't mean it…really…but I had to save face! It was the stock holder's banquet for Dende's sake! Look, just call me back!" Trunks stopped from blowing up the phone and placed it gently back. 'Dende! Pan's divorcing me, Marron's not speaking to me…and unless the press takes this as one big joke I'm screwed! Hell…it's not like this is my fault or anything…' Trunks yawned and walked into the bathroom and started running the shower. 'Good bye house…good bye 100 million dollars…' Stepping into the shower, Trunks hoped the hot water would wash away the memories of the recent events.
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Okay? So, what did you think so far? Hehe, Trunks is finally having to pay…too bad he's too full of himself to realize this is his fault. Oooo…what's going on with Vegeta and Pan? Heh, you're just going have to wait to find out cuz I'm thinking of two different ways to continue the story and now I'm stuck. If you have any ideas…send um my way o_~!
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Life's Little Lessons
Chapter 5: Pure and Simple Hell
***
Pan fidgeted with her dress smoothing the invisible creases. She eyed the man that was sitting on the other side of the limousine and was thankful that the windows were tinted. 'I'm heading into a small spiral straight into Hell…goody!' Looking out the window she wondered what the driver was thinking about the couple not speaking to each other.
"Well…? Are you ready to go?" Trunks stepped out of the limousine and offered his hand.
Pan, instead, opted to squeeze past him and ignore his outstretched hand. She rolled her eyes as he came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist.
Trunks whispered into her ear, hoping that it looked like they enjoying themselves. "I'm not doing this because I want to, Pan. If you don't start acting like the 'happy wife' this isn't going to work. People aren't blind you know." Forcing a smile, Trunks put Pan's arm through his and patted her hand.
"Fine, bastard," she whispered back and then turned away to wave at the nearest reporter, "but I swear that if you touch my ass one more time I'll blow this whole fucking place up." Once again feigning interest in the camera's around her, Pan winked and snuggled closer to Trunks. '…make that a never ending spiral straight into Hell…'
***
Marron grinned as she gave the taxi driver a 10. Pulling a mirror out of her purse she made sure that everything was in place. Smacking her lips together she giggled softly as she neared the huge building that was hosting the banquet. 'So…Trunks thinks he can leave me home alone? This is going to be too cool…I'll finally get to let out our little secret to the rest of the world! Ha! Payback's a bitch…isn't it Trunks…'
***
Pan downed last of her champagne and chuckled at the supposed joke that Trunks had just told. "I'm always telling him," she said with fake brightness, "that's he's just too funny! Isn't that right honey?" Pan swallowed, trying to keep a growl from escaping from her throat. Eying one of the men in the group menacingly, she excused herself and headed quickly for the restroom. 'Oh! If that little grey haired ass doesn't stop "accidentally" brushing up against me I'll kill him!' She opened the door forcefully and hurriedly turned on the hot water.
'Come on Pan-chan…just two more hours…you can take just two more hours. Forget about the money, imagine this as being training. The most strenuous training you've ever had and when you get out you'll get to see Vegeta and…STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS ASS…I MEAN VEGETA…' Digging her gloved fingers into her palms, Pan took a moment to compose herself and then decided she'd left Trunks alone long enough. Turning off the water and walking to the door, Pan counted to ten. 'Just two more hours…just two more hours…'
***
Vegeta sat in the darkened living room flipping from channel to channel. Just about every station was covering his brat's banquet. Every time Trunks and Pan were shown together Vegeta had to keep himself from tearing the television apart.
'Hmph! She's Kakorott's brat! You are not feeling anything for her but lust, pure Saiyajin lust! Today was just a brief display of weakness, nothing more.' Vegeta stood up and started walking towards the stairs. "I DO NOT WANT HER IN MY BED!"
"What Papa? What's wrong with your bed?" Bra stuck her head out of the doorway and peered questioningly at her father.
Vegeta took in a few shallow breaths and then composed himself. "It's nothing Princess…just go back to fixing the gravity room, okay?" Finishing his walk up the stairs, Vegeta sighed heavily. 'Damn gravity room, why did it have to explode…'
***
Pan gasped and reeled back, taking in the scene. There was Marron, hanging all over Trunks, and Trunks trying to decide whether to fend her off or introduce her. She walked over to the two and while glaring at the clueless blonde, slipped her arm into Trunks's. "Why Marron Chestnut, I haven't seen you in ages! I didn't know Trunks invited you…why he's always one for surprises!" Pan concealed her crossed fingers behind her back hoping that Marron would get the message. She didn't.
"Hmmm…Pan…I didn't think you'd be here. Why, I supposed after you almost sent Trunksie here to the emergency room you'd at least be under house arrest!" Marron giggled at her joke and pecked Trunks on the cheek. "When he didn't come to pick me up this evening I thought it was some sort of mistake…obviously it was."
"Now Marron," Trunks said with a hint of a growl, "I don't know where you got the idea that Pan, of all people, almost sent me to the emergency room! Ha! I've never heard of a funnier thing!" Nervously, the purple haired executive forced a laugh and was thankful that the rest of the group laughed too. Minus the increasingly angry women at his left and right sides.
"Trunks!" Marron said whining seductively, "Why can't you just tell them our little secret? Are you ashamed of me?" Marron leaned in closer to Trunks, laying her head on his chest. Not noticing the gapping stares of the people surrounding her, she would have continued had Trunks not pushed her away.
"Marron, this has gone far enough! I don't know where in that silly little head you got the idea that we were a couple. Everyone knows Pan and mine's relationship is solid and here you go disturbing the peace. If you won't leave now I'll have to call security." Praying that Marron wouldn't hold it against him later, Trunks grabbed Pan and pulled her into a suffocating kiss. When he pulled away from the surprised and slowly steaming Pan, Marron was gone.
The same man that had been feeling Pan up earlier wistfully watched Marron leave the building. Chuckling he reached over and patted Trunks on the back, "Well Mr. Briefs, even in marriage you are quite the ladies' man." The rest of the group took his cue and for the rest of the evening Pan was latched to Trunks's side.
Air kissing another nameless stock holder, it took every muscle in Pan's body from chasing after Marron and beating the blonde into a bloody mess. 'They're all going to die…each and every one of those stupid assholes.'
***
After a quick stop at her father's house to pick up Aiko, Pan and Trunks were once again home. Upon reaching her room, Pan dropped the baby into her crib and stripped out of her dress. Kicking off her heels as she walked to her nightstand, Pan reached over and dialed up the Capsule Corp. compound. 'Please let Vegeta answer…please let Vegeta…' "Oh! Hi Bra! Yeah, the party was okay…oh…it was on the news…great! Oh, it's being laughed off…yeah what a FREAKING GREAT JOKE! Oops..I know it's not your fault. Uh huh…yes, I'm bringing Aiko over tomorrow…yes I'll still be your matron of honor. We can't do fittings in the morning, I train every morning. No, no, I guess he wouldn't mind, sure, nothing pink, okay? Eight? Mmhmmm…I won't kill him…don't worry! Okay, bye!" Slamming the phone back into the cradle, Pan crawled into bed. 'Goten better find those Dragon Balls quick, or his death is going to be very slow and very painful…'
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"Come on Marron, honey…please…answer the phone…answer the damn phone! You know I didn't mean it…really…but I had to save face! It was the stock holder's banquet for Dende's sake! Look, just call me back!" Trunks stopped from blowing up the phone and placed it gently back. 'Dende! Pan's divorcing me, Marron's not speaking to me…and unless the press takes this as one big joke I'm screwed! Hell…it's not like this is my fault or anything…' Trunks yawned and walked into the bathroom and started running the shower. 'Good bye house…good bye 100 million dollars…' Stepping into the shower, Trunks hoped the hot water would wash away the memories of the recent events.
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Okay? So, what did you think so far? Hehe, Trunks is finally having to pay…too bad he's too full of himself to realize this is his fault. Oooo…what's going on with Vegeta and Pan? Heh, you're just going have to wait to find out cuz I'm thinking of two different ways to continue the story and now I'm stuck. If you have any ideas…send um my way o_~!
