"Well, your eyes are the same color as this fruit loop," Trunks said, still marveling at it.
Pan snorted. "Aren't you the romantic… comparing me to a fruit loop." Actually, she thought it was kind of romantic, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Not after last night.
Trunks just smirked and looked through the hole in the round cereal like it was a magnifying glass. "Hm… very interesting deduction, Watson." He said with an English accent. Pan giggled.
"See there, me boy? She does have a sense of the funnies!" Groucho spoke.
Pan sent him her patented dazzling smile. "I didn't know you could do impressions, Trunks."
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Well, see, you don't know everything, see…" He said around an invisible cigar.
"What else can you do?" She urged.
He let out a bunch of Donald Duck gibberish. When Pan giggled at him, he wrinkled his nose at her and made it sound like Donald was angry.
Pan stuck her tongue out at him, playing along. "Come on, quackers… what are you made of?" She teased, pushing out of her chair. She raised her fists and bounced on her toes. Femme Rocky! She laughed to herself.
Trunks offered up a Donald Duck-style catcall. Pan got into her role, and threw her head back, giving a sexy cackle. "Come and get me, flyboy."
Flyboy leapt into the air and tackled Pan, causing both to fall to the ground. When she tried to push him off, he just captured her hands and forced them to her sides.
"I think…" Trunks' breathing was labored, his eyes wide, searching her face, "that I got you."
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, gently increasing the pressure when she didn't fight. He had no clue what had gotten into her for the past couple of days; She was constantly avoiding him, not even willing to brush against him. Every contact made was initiated by him… for a moment, he was hurt by her seeming rejection, or possible signs of her cheating on him. Either way, she was hiding something. Trunks leaned down further, releasing her hands so he could bury his own in her silken hair. He was going to find out what she was hiding, one way or another.
"Panny…" He breathed quietly, pressing against her. Pan stiffened in shock, her eyes shot open.
She was NOT lying on Trunks dining room floor. It wasn't her… it was someone else. Of course it was… sensible, grown up Pan didn't do thing like kiss guys on freezing tile floors. For a moment, it felt like she was floating above the couple on the floor, watching them. Then she came back to earth. Yeah, being someone else was a good excuse to be doing this.
"Trunks, get off," She extricated herself from his body, pushing at his chest to try and keep his mouth away from her. The guy was far too good with that mouth of his… she couldn't let it do its magic again.
"Pan, we need to talk." The lips moved mesmerizing.
Pan shook her head, breaking the spell. "Then we'll talk at the table… let me up!"
Trunks smirked at her. "What, uncomfortable?" His thumb trailed across her cheek, dripping fire.
Pan blushed, and her eyes moved back to his mouth. "Far from it…" She answered huskily. The lips revealed a flash of white teeth in a smile before diving back down out of sight. Pan snapped out of her daze again and put a finger in-between their lips. "How about some no, babe." She scolded.
"But it's fun…" He whined at her, a smile still twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, would you get off me! Big baby… you know, I doubt we could find a diaper in your size!" Pan pushed him off her again, relieved when it finally worked. Trunks sat back into a kneeling position beside her.
"I think I'm grateful for that… I heard diaper rash gets worse in the summer."
Pan muttered, "Smart ass," and got back up to the table. "What do we have to talk about?"
"What are you hiding?" Trunks asked, straight out. No sense in beating around the bushes.
Pan sent him an innocent look. "Hiding?" She searched her sleeves and patted down her pockets, appearing to search for something. "I don't think I'm hiding anything…. Maybe you see something I don't?"
Trunks laughed. "Oh please, like you could hide anything in those clothes." He said, eyeing her tight shirt and pant outfit. She'd dropped the tomboyish clothing a couple years ago, and started looking more like the girls she went with school with. A formfitting shirt with some cutesy design on it (today's outfit had a cartoon version of Bee on it) and a pair of tight jeans covered her curves. One of the knees were completely worn through, offering a view of pale skin. She claimed they were easy to fight in, but Trunks thought she might have been made fun of for her normal, rather trashy outfit. "But really, stop joking around. What's the big secreat? Are you guys throwing me a surprise party?"
Pan blinked. "Party?" She'd forgotten his birthday was even coming up.
"Oh, don't give me that look.. I've got you figured out. Mom's planning a party, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess you've found us out." Pan offered a weak smile. "You won't tell anyone you know, will you?" Don't tell them until I can get to them first, at least…
"No, your secret's safe with me." He laughed.
"Thanks." Pan sighed. Kami, I need a vacation. "I'll talk to you later, k?" Pan rushed to the front living room, searching for the door. This place was huge.. how was a person supposed to find anything??? Eventually she found it, hidden behind a red screen covered in gold embroidery. It was really very pretty….
But the situation she was about to walk into wasn't going to be. She had to tell Bulma to throw a 'surprise' party.
"Surprise!" she muttered to herself.
Pan snorted. "Aren't you the romantic… comparing me to a fruit loop." Actually, she thought it was kind of romantic, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Not after last night.
Trunks just smirked and looked through the hole in the round cereal like it was a magnifying glass. "Hm… very interesting deduction, Watson." He said with an English accent. Pan giggled.
"See there, me boy? She does have a sense of the funnies!" Groucho spoke.
Pan sent him her patented dazzling smile. "I didn't know you could do impressions, Trunks."
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Well, see, you don't know everything, see…" He said around an invisible cigar.
"What else can you do?" She urged.
He let out a bunch of Donald Duck gibberish. When Pan giggled at him, he wrinkled his nose at her and made it sound like Donald was angry.
Pan stuck her tongue out at him, playing along. "Come on, quackers… what are you made of?" She teased, pushing out of her chair. She raised her fists and bounced on her toes. Femme Rocky! She laughed to herself.
Trunks offered up a Donald Duck-style catcall. Pan got into her role, and threw her head back, giving a sexy cackle. "Come and get me, flyboy."
Flyboy leapt into the air and tackled Pan, causing both to fall to the ground. When she tried to push him off, he just captured her hands and forced them to her sides.
"I think…" Trunks' breathing was labored, his eyes wide, searching her face, "that I got you."
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, gently increasing the pressure when she didn't fight. He had no clue what had gotten into her for the past couple of days; She was constantly avoiding him, not even willing to brush against him. Every contact made was initiated by him… for a moment, he was hurt by her seeming rejection, or possible signs of her cheating on him. Either way, she was hiding something. Trunks leaned down further, releasing her hands so he could bury his own in her silken hair. He was going to find out what she was hiding, one way or another.
"Panny…" He breathed quietly, pressing against her. Pan stiffened in shock, her eyes shot open.
She was NOT lying on Trunks dining room floor. It wasn't her… it was someone else. Of course it was… sensible, grown up Pan didn't do thing like kiss guys on freezing tile floors. For a moment, it felt like she was floating above the couple on the floor, watching them. Then she came back to earth. Yeah, being someone else was a good excuse to be doing this.
"Trunks, get off," She extricated herself from his body, pushing at his chest to try and keep his mouth away from her. The guy was far too good with that mouth of his… she couldn't let it do its magic again.
"Pan, we need to talk." The lips moved mesmerizing.
Pan shook her head, breaking the spell. "Then we'll talk at the table… let me up!"
Trunks smirked at her. "What, uncomfortable?" His thumb trailed across her cheek, dripping fire.
Pan blushed, and her eyes moved back to his mouth. "Far from it…" She answered huskily. The lips revealed a flash of white teeth in a smile before diving back down out of sight. Pan snapped out of her daze again and put a finger in-between their lips. "How about some no, babe." She scolded.
"But it's fun…" He whined at her, a smile still twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, would you get off me! Big baby… you know, I doubt we could find a diaper in your size!" Pan pushed him off her again, relieved when it finally worked. Trunks sat back into a kneeling position beside her.
"I think I'm grateful for that… I heard diaper rash gets worse in the summer."
Pan muttered, "Smart ass," and got back up to the table. "What do we have to talk about?"
"What are you hiding?" Trunks asked, straight out. No sense in beating around the bushes.
Pan sent him an innocent look. "Hiding?" She searched her sleeves and patted down her pockets, appearing to search for something. "I don't think I'm hiding anything…. Maybe you see something I don't?"
Trunks laughed. "Oh please, like you could hide anything in those clothes." He said, eyeing her tight shirt and pant outfit. She'd dropped the tomboyish clothing a couple years ago, and started looking more like the girls she went with school with. A formfitting shirt with some cutesy design on it (today's outfit had a cartoon version of Bee on it) and a pair of tight jeans covered her curves. One of the knees were completely worn through, offering a view of pale skin. She claimed they were easy to fight in, but Trunks thought she might have been made fun of for her normal, rather trashy outfit. "But really, stop joking around. What's the big secreat? Are you guys throwing me a surprise party?"
Pan blinked. "Party?" She'd forgotten his birthday was even coming up.
"Oh, don't give me that look.. I've got you figured out. Mom's planning a party, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess you've found us out." Pan offered a weak smile. "You won't tell anyone you know, will you?" Don't tell them until I can get to them first, at least…
"No, your secret's safe with me." He laughed.
"Thanks." Pan sighed. Kami, I need a vacation. "I'll talk to you later, k?" Pan rushed to the front living room, searching for the door. This place was huge.. how was a person supposed to find anything??? Eventually she found it, hidden behind a red screen covered in gold embroidery. It was really very pretty….
But the situation she was about to walk into wasn't going to be. She had to tell Bulma to throw a 'surprise' party.
"Surprise!" she muttered to herself.