"Uh, Trunks? What are you doing??" Pan had against the air cars wall, as far away from Trunks as possible. It still wasn't quite far enough; His searching hand still brushed against her.
Trunks' eyes stayed locked on the road, but his eyebrows drew together in concentration. "Would you come here already?" His arm moved around wildly.
"No!" Just then his hand grabbed hold of her foot, and he dragged her across the seat until his other hand could get around her waist. By then he was using his knees to steer precariously. He didn't even have to look at her. "Trunks! Leggo!"
Pan tried to squirm out of his arms, but she didn't try all that hard. If she hit the controls, they'd end up in another accident. He got her on his lap with only a little effort. She leaned over as if to whisper in his ear. Trunks shifted her a little closer, until..."Trunks... did I mention LETTING ME GO????"
"OW!" He practically threw her back in the passenger seat. He rubbed his ear. "What was that for?"
Pan rubbed her back. Damn door handles... "I warned you."
That was just the beginning.
"Trunks, where's my room?" Pan said, looking into the bedroom Trunks had shown her into.
The house was brand new, barely off the market. And Trunks had insisted it was 'theirs'. He didn't understand WHY the 'for sale' sign was on the front lawn, he just wanted it down. And he didn't understand why the house was empty, he just shrugged it off and called his furniture store for more.
Pan would probably laugh at these problems at some future date, but for now, all she wanted to do was get a hot bath and sleep. The negotiations with the realtor did NOT go well... And it didn't help that she had to explain to Trunks where she went. What was she supposed to say? "Trunks, I just came back from buying the house you insist we've lived in for years from some sleasy bald guy who hit on me?" That probably wouldn't be smart, considering the posessive gleam in Trunks eyes... No one got between a saiyan and his mate.
And now this. "Trunks, I want a bath and some sleep, so stop clowning around." There was no way this overwhelmingly masculine room was hers. For one thing, there were too many blues, and not enough reds...
Trunks gave her THAT look... the one he did when he didn't understand why she was saying or doing something. It was an expression she was coming to know well. "What do you mean, Pan? This is our room..."
"Eh..." Oh cripes, how to get around this? She might think Trunks was attractive, but she DEFINETLY wasn't ready to take this turn in their relationship. "Uh... I think I changed my mind. Excuse me."
Pan started to move down the long set of spiral stairs, but Trunks grabbed her arm, nearly wrenching it out of the socket. "Where are you going? You were just gone!"
Pan wanted to stifle a groan. Trunks' possessivness was becoming annoying. Testily she peeled his fingers off her arm, crushing the urge to growl at him when his hand tightened into a fist. "I'm JUST going somewhere. If you follow me, I'll kill you."
She started walking down the stairs again, but his voice stopped her. "I called your dad.. he said your stuff was at his house." The implications of that one statement startled her enough into catching her baggy pant leg on the intricate metal work on the rails she'd admired earlier.
How could Trunks think she was leaving him when they had just started? Well, her mind took into account, to him they'd been married for a long while. "Maybe that's where our furniture went.. Mind having Dad bring my junk here?" She asked, a hopeful smile lighting her face.
"Uh... sure." Whatever thoughts Trunks might have had, they were dazzled away by that smile. He had a silly grin fixed to his face while he unhooked her pant leg, and even as she went down the stairs and out the door. He didn't scowl till the heavey wood shut behind her.
"Damn, I didn't find out where she was going." he muttered to himself before going into the kitchen for a sandwich.
Trunks' eyes stayed locked on the road, but his eyebrows drew together in concentration. "Would you come here already?" His arm moved around wildly.
"No!" Just then his hand grabbed hold of her foot, and he dragged her across the seat until his other hand could get around her waist. By then he was using his knees to steer precariously. He didn't even have to look at her. "Trunks! Leggo!"
Pan tried to squirm out of his arms, but she didn't try all that hard. If she hit the controls, they'd end up in another accident. He got her on his lap with only a little effort. She leaned over as if to whisper in his ear. Trunks shifted her a little closer, until..."Trunks... did I mention LETTING ME GO????"
"OW!" He practically threw her back in the passenger seat. He rubbed his ear. "What was that for?"
Pan rubbed her back. Damn door handles... "I warned you."
That was just the beginning.
"Trunks, where's my room?" Pan said, looking into the bedroom Trunks had shown her into.
The house was brand new, barely off the market. And Trunks had insisted it was 'theirs'. He didn't understand WHY the 'for sale' sign was on the front lawn, he just wanted it down. And he didn't understand why the house was empty, he just shrugged it off and called his furniture store for more.
Pan would probably laugh at these problems at some future date, but for now, all she wanted to do was get a hot bath and sleep. The negotiations with the realtor did NOT go well... And it didn't help that she had to explain to Trunks where she went. What was she supposed to say? "Trunks, I just came back from buying the house you insist we've lived in for years from some sleasy bald guy who hit on me?" That probably wouldn't be smart, considering the posessive gleam in Trunks eyes... No one got between a saiyan and his mate.
And now this. "Trunks, I want a bath and some sleep, so stop clowning around." There was no way this overwhelmingly masculine room was hers. For one thing, there were too many blues, and not enough reds...
Trunks gave her THAT look... the one he did when he didn't understand why she was saying or doing something. It was an expression she was coming to know well. "What do you mean, Pan? This is our room..."
"Eh..." Oh cripes, how to get around this? She might think Trunks was attractive, but she DEFINETLY wasn't ready to take this turn in their relationship. "Uh... I think I changed my mind. Excuse me."
Pan started to move down the long set of spiral stairs, but Trunks grabbed her arm, nearly wrenching it out of the socket. "Where are you going? You were just gone!"
Pan wanted to stifle a groan. Trunks' possessivness was becoming annoying. Testily she peeled his fingers off her arm, crushing the urge to growl at him when his hand tightened into a fist. "I'm JUST going somewhere. If you follow me, I'll kill you."
She started walking down the stairs again, but his voice stopped her. "I called your dad.. he said your stuff was at his house." The implications of that one statement startled her enough into catching her baggy pant leg on the intricate metal work on the rails she'd admired earlier.
How could Trunks think she was leaving him when they had just started? Well, her mind took into account, to him they'd been married for a long while. "Maybe that's where our furniture went.. Mind having Dad bring my junk here?" She asked, a hopeful smile lighting her face.
"Uh... sure." Whatever thoughts Trunks might have had, they were dazzled away by that smile. He had a silly grin fixed to his face while he unhooked her pant leg, and even as she went down the stairs and out the door. He didn't scowl till the heavey wood shut behind her.
"Damn, I didn't find out where she was going." he muttered to himself before going into the kitchen for a sandwich.