Chapter 5
"I'm so sorry, Goten! I swear!" Bra said as she ran to the other side of the dining room table, with Goten on the other side, glaring at her.
"Sure you are!" Goten said as he started to chase after once more.
"Goten, really! Besides, its your own fault for believing that I could cook!" Bra said as she stopped again, only to find herself trapped between the wall and Goten.
"Well then I feel sorry for the guy you marry," Goten said as he stood there, lowering his head so it was leveled with hers.
"Goten…"
Goten quickly leaned in, only meaning to give her a quick kiss, but when Bra put her arms around his neck, he couldn't move and so, he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in closer. Bra rested one of her arms around his neck, while the other one rested on his chest. Goten kept one of his arms on her lower back, while the other arm made its way up to her shoulders, bringing her closer to him as the kiss intensified.
"Ahem…"
"You know…as much as this doesn't bother us one bit, we do happen to live, cook, eat, and sleep in here," Trunks said as he saw the couple kissing.
"Uh…hehe…sorry…umm…"
"…M-maybe we should…umm…get going…huh, Goten," Bra said as she smiled apologetically to her brother and Pan, grabbed Goten's hand and quickly left the apartment.
"Well…that was interesting," Pan said as she walked over to the dining table and sat down.
"Out of all the times that I've seen my sister kiss her boyfriends…I will definitely be traumatized by this," Trunks said as he went to go see what it was that Bra tried to cook.
"…Does Goten know how to cook?" Trunks asked as he dumped the so-called food into the trashcan.
When Trunks didn't get an answer, he turned to see Pan's expression, which told him the answer.
"Trunks, if your sister, no offense…"
"None taken."
"…Doesn't know how to cook, what would make you think that Goten knows how to cook?" Pan asked as she looked at him with a smirk.
"Must run in the family then, you know, since you don't know how to cook, either," Trunks said as he returned the smirk.
"Oh, like you do," Pan said as she got up from where she sat.
"Pan, who makes all the food we eat?" Trunks asked as he leaned on the kitchen counter, crossed his arms, and smirked at her again.
"I know…it surprises me that I'm still alive," Pan said as she smirked back at him and walked over to the couch.
"Pan…" Trunks said as he followed her.
"Umm…you know that I was just joking…right? I mean, come on…we both know that you inherited your mother's cooking skills," Pan said as she started to change her direction and started to walk towards her room.
"You know, Pan…you could start to cook on your own while I get take-out," Trunks said, still walking towards her.
"That's alright, Trunks. Besides, I can take some food from what it is that you order," Pan said as she went to go get her keys.
"Now where are you going?" Trunks asked, seeing her grab her keys and walk towards the door.
"It's been awhile since I've seen my parents…and its been awhile since you've seen yours too," Pan said, looking back at him.
"…Alright, alright…I'll got visit them," Trunks said, looking back at her.
When Pan was still standing there, Trunks knew that he wasn't going to get out of this one, so he walked to his room, grabbed his coat and keys and stood next to Pan, waiting.
"You first," Pan said as she moved aside.
"Why me…don't ladies go first?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
"That's why, Trunks, and because I know that you won't go if I let you out of my sight," Pan said as she smirked at him.
"Okay, for one thing, I resent that and secondly, that is not true," Trunks said as he glared at her and walked towards the elevator.
"Oh no, we are taking the stairs," Pan said as she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the stairwell.
"Pan…"
"No 'buts'!" Pan said as she pushed him down the stairs.
"I can't believe that you actually believed him and took him back, Pan," Videl said as she stood in the kitchen, making lunch.
"I know. Besides, Bra told me the same thing…and I know that Trunks and Goten would, too," Pan said, starring at her hands.
"You haven't told them yet?" Videl asked, looking at her daughter.
"No mom, I haven't and I know that when I do, it won't be good," Pan said, looking up at her mom.
"Pan, what would make you accept this guys offer after everything he's done to you," Videl asked, glad to know that Gohan was out training with Vegeta.
"So I'm guessing that you also think that I should totally end everything with him," Pan said as she got up to help Videl.
"Of course! That guy is nothing but bad news and I can't believe that you took him back," Videl said again as she looked at Pan.
"Well…how do I…"
"That part is up to you," Videl said as she smiled at her daughter and gave her a hug.
"But what do I do about…"
"I think you should tell him…besides, I've known that you've liked him for a long time now…as well as a few others," Videl said as she smiled at her.
"Gee, thanks mom," Pan said as she smiled back.
"Your welcome. Now, lets eat," Videl said as they both sat down at the table.
"Umm…mom?"
"Yes, Pan."
"Umm…could you…teach me how to…you know…cook?" Pan asked, smiling sheepishly at Videl.
"Is Trunks threatening you that you'll have to cook and eat your own food again?" Videl asked, smirking at her daughter.
"Uh…yeah," Pan said, blushing while Videl got up to get some recipes for her.
'Who knows…maybe if I cook good enough…I can surprise him,' Pan thought as she smirked at what his face expression would be like.
"I'm guessing you haven't told her yet?" Bulma asked as she looked at her son.
"No, mom. I haven't," Trunks said as he looked up at her.
"Well, you better do it soon, Trunks," Bulma said.
"Mother, do you know something that I don't?" Trunks asked, looking at her intently.
"Umm…no," Bulma said as she quickly got up from the table and walked into the kitchen.
"Mother…"
"Trunks…just don't waste to much time in telling her," Bulma said, smiling at her son.
"…Alright," Trunks said as he sat down on the table.
"So…Bra told me that you approve of her and Goten," Bulma said, making some sandwiches.
"Yeah…I do. I know that Goten will take care of her and vise versa. Besides, it'll be amusing to see the two of them go at it," Trunks said, smirking at Bulma.
"At least you think it will be. I believe Goten isn't really looking forward to it, since we know how Bra can be…especially with her temper…just like her fathers," Bulma said as she sat down at the table and gave a sandwich to Trunks.
"That is why it will be amusing, mother," Trunks said as he ate his sandwich, wondering what his mother meant earlier.
"So…how was your visit?" Pan asked as she saw heard Trunks in the kitchen.
"…Fine. Yours?" Trunks asked as he walked out of the kitchen to see Pan barely getting inside.
"Good. Dad wasn't there, he was training with…"
"Vegeta…I know," Trunks said as he looked at her and walked back inside the kitchen.
"Trunks?" Pan asked, walking towards the kitchen as well.
"…"
"Are you alright?" Pan asked, noticing how he was keeping quiet and away from her.
"I'm fine," Trunks said.
"Oh…well…umm…okay then," Pan said, walking towards her room.
"You…you have a message," Trunks said, leaning against the wall of the kitchen.
When Pan walked back to the kitchen to play the message, she had a dreading feeling in her stomach and that what she was about to hear wasn't going to be good.
"Hey Pan. This is Derek. I was just calling since its been a while since we've been out together and everything…especially since we're going to be getting married soon and all. Call me back and let me know when we can set up a date so we can discuss the plans and everything. Anyways, I call you later or maybe I'll stop by. Love ya, babe. Bye."
'No…' Pan thought as she looked up at Trunks to find his back facing her.
"Trunks…its not what you think…"
"Then what am I suppose to think, Pan? I thought you broke it off with this guy? Especially after what he did to you," Trunks said, still not facing her.
"How do you know what…"
"My secretary was the girl that he was suppose to take out to lunch that day you had your date with him," Trunks said, coldness evident in his voice.
"Trunks…"
"Pan…are you home?" came a voice from the other side of the door.
'Oh no…Derek!' Pan thought as she saw Trunks was about to lose his control as he started towards the door.
Before Pan could say anything, Trunks had already reached the door and opened it. Trunks' face changed from anger to composed, which weren't very good signs, for both her and Derek.
"…What are you doing here?" Trunks asked, glaring at Derek.
"I'm asking for Pan, Briefs, not you," Derek said as he pushed pass Trunks and walked inside.
"Derek, what are you doing here?" Pan asked as she walked up to him.
"I had to see you. Besides, didn't you get my message?" Derek said as he leaned down to kiss her, but Pan pushed him away.
"…Pan…" Trunks growled as he slammed the door shut and walked up to them.
"Trunks…I can explain…"
"Listen, Briefs, I came by here to talk to my fiancé…so if you don't mind…"
"So I was right. That day when you came back in from talking with him, you kept on messing with something on your left hand…and you covered it up well, too," Trunks yelled as he looked back and forth between them.
"No…" Pan said as she started to walk up to him, but was held back by Derek.
"Why couldn't you tell me? Why couldn't you tell me that you are engaged to this jerk after what he did to you!" Trunks yelled as he starred at her in disbelief.
"Trunks…"
"Briefs, give it up," Derek said as he wrapped his arm around Pan's shoulder.
"…Derek…please…Trunks…its…"
"No…" Trunks said as he starred at Pan one more time before he turned around, grabbed his keys and coat, and left, slamming the door behind him.
'I can't believe that I lost her again…especially to the same guy from before,' Trunks thought as he stopped at the elevators, only to continue his walk towards the stairwell.
"Derek…maybe we shouldn't do this," Pan said, trying to hold back the tears.
"What are you talking about?" Derek asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Listen Derek, you're just this guy to me. You are nothing more. Trunks…he's…he's my friend…my closest friend besides his sister and my uncle. This is wrong and you…us…doing this will mess everything up that I hold close," Pan said, looking up at him.
"What?" Derek asked, not believing her.
"I choose my friends over you," Pan said.
"No…you choose…that moron…over me!" Derek said, pushing her away.
"Trunks is not a moron, Derek! You are for messing around with another girl's feelings and me! You're not even a moron…you're a bastard!" Pan yelled, stepping away from him.
"Pan…" Derek growled, walking closer to her.
"Stay away, Derek," Pan said, looking around for an escape route.
"No…you are for messing with that moron and me! So who's who, Pan?" Derek asked, still approaching her.
'Trunks…please come back,' Pan silently prayed as she looked up into Derek's eyes.
There is probably going to be one more chapter before this story is over…then maybe I can finish up the rest of my other chapters and try something different. Sorry I haven't been putting enough t/p and b/g in my stories…if there is another one after the next one…there will be some. Did that make any sense? Oh well. I'm sorry you guys that there isn't enough…but I'll put more in the next two chapters! I guess there will be two more chapters then…hehe. Thank you all for reviewing and for those of you who have read a similar story…I'm sorry. I'm making it my own though…haven't used anyone else's ideas that I know of. But if it offends you…I'm sorry. Well, here is another chapter! Anyhooter, PLEASE KEEP ON REVIEWING and KEEP ON READING!!!! Flames are also welcomed! Laters all! - Bluepiper
