*One Year Later*
*Over the last year, Pan and Trunks have been growing close. They have become the best of friends, basically.*
"Mom! Mom! I picked up Pan from school!" yelled Trunks as he and Pan walked in the front door of Capsule Corp.
"I don't see why I still have to go to school! I'm seventeen, almost eighteen! I shouldn't be made to go to school like a child!" whined Pan, throwing down her school books.
"You know for a fact why you have to go to school, so stop complaining. Go change out of your school uniform and we'll get going to the mall, okay? I want to catch Ashley there if I can." Trunks' newest girlfriend, Ashley, worked as a living manaquin for one of the department stores in the mall.
"Just go on without me, okay, Trunks? I just want to train right now." ~Plus,~ Pan thought, ~I don't want to be a third wheel.~
"Are you sure, little one? I want you to come along," said Trunks, wondering what had suddenly come over her. Normally she loved to tag along with him and Ashley, but lately all she's been doing is training and studying, studying and training. ~I realize she's working hard so she can graduate at the end of this semester, but the girl needs a break!~
"I'm not little!" complained Pan, looking up at Trunks. "I'm also sure. I have some training to do."
"Okay, but if you change your mind, we'll be at the mall." Trunks turned and walked out the door, leaving Pan all alone.
"BULMA! BULMA!" screamed Pan, looking for her surrogate mother.
"I'm right here! What's wrong, honey?" Bulma came racing down the stairs knowing that when Pan yelled like that, she really needed attention.
"I was asked something today and I thought you would tell me what it means..." Pan's face started to turn red and Bulma knew that this wasn't going to be short.
"What is it, honey? I've got the time to listen." Bulma pulled her down into the family room, setting her down onto a couch next to her.
"Okay...Well...This guy in my writing class...he...well...he.."
"Come on, honey, spit it out!"
"Well, since you know that I lived basically in seclusion and have never gone to school before and I don't know what this is, I thought I could ask you, and well, um, well, yeah, this guy at school 'asked me out.' I've never been 'asked out' before. What does that mean, Bulma? Does he mean the same thing that Trunks does when he says 'I'm going to take that guy out?'" Pan pushed out, trying to get everything out at once so if Bulma was going to laugh, she would only laugh once.
"Oh, sweety, that means that they like you and want to go on a date with you."
"Oh...Bulma, what's a date?" Bulma hit the floor in suprise.
"You mean a good-looking girl like you has never been on a date before?"
"No...Is that a bad thing?" Pan looked confused, wondering what on Earth Bulma could mean.
"No, no honey. You just never got the chance to be asked. A date is where a guy likes a girl and he asks her to go to a place to spend time with him. It is so the boy and the girl can get to know each other better so that they know if they really like each other a lot."
"Oh...What does it feel like to like someone?"
"You get butterflies in your stomach. You want to be with them forever. You could talk to them forever. And when you do have an argument, you have enough patience with each other that you give each other a chance to explain."
"Oh... I guess I like that guy then."
"Well then," said Bulma, wrapping her arm around Pan's shoulders, "you should definetely go out with him. What's his name, by the way?"
"His name? Oh, his name is Uub."
"Oh, well you should definetely go out and have a great time with Uub. But before you do promise me something." At Pan's nod, Bulma contined, "Have Trunks teach you what to do to a guy if he makes a move on you, okay?"
"Don't worry Bulma. I know exactly how to handle a guy!"
"Well good then. Have a great time!"
"I will, next week, when we go out. But this week I need to train. Thanks for all the help, Bulma, but I need to go train. I'll see you around dinnertime!"
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Later that evening when Trunks got home he decided to look for Pan. There was something he wanted to give her that he had boughten for her at the mall.
"Pan! Hey, Pan, come down here!" yelled Trunks. Pan was flying above his head, training outside Capsule Corp. She had gone Super Saiyan, and was working on Super Saiyan 2, but she just couldn't see to get it right.
"Hang on a second, Trunks! I've almost got this routine down!" Pan finished her routine with a front round kick and landed on the ground in front of Trunks, sweating like a pig. She picked up the nearby towel which she had left for just this occasion and wiped her forehead. All she had on was a pair of shorts and a black sports bra so she could train easily. "Okay, what is it you needed Trunks? Better make it quick because Bulma probably has dinner about ready. You know how she gets when I come in to dinner in my training clothes!"
"I know, I know, but I just wanted to give you this." Trunks held up a little black jewelry box. Pan looked at it curiously, wondering what could be inside. "It's a friendship bracelet that I picked up at the mall today. I couldn't stop thinking that I shouldn't have ditched you, so I thought this might make it up to you a little bit." Trunks opened the box and pulled out a delicate chain. It was two strands woven together: one of silver and one of gold.
Pan gasped, "Oh, Trunks, you didn't have to do this for me! Honestly, you should give this to Ashley. I don't deserve it!"
"But Pan, you're my best friend. I want you to have it. And with it, I want to ask you a question." Trunks' face colored a little bit, and Pan wondered what his question could be.
"Sure, Trunks, ask away."
"If you accept this bracelet, I want you to become much more open with me. There are times I want to but my arm around your waist, or grab your hand, or give you a kiss on the cheek, or call you sweetheart, but I'm afraid to because I think it will ruin our friendship. I don't want to scare you, but I'm an affectionate person, and I want to show my friendship for you in more ways than I do now. Is that okay?"
"Oh...Well, okay, I guess. I don't really have a problem with that." Pan reached up, put her arms around Trunks' neck, and give him the first real hug he had ever recieved from her.
~WHOA! I thought I was over this! Where is this feeling coming from? She seems to fit perfectly in my arms...~ Trunks thought. ~I have a girlfriend, and Pan is my little sister. That is all. I'm sure that that is all.~ He looked down on her, wondering at what he felt.
"Uh, Trunks? Can I go now? I need to change for dinner." Pan looked up at him expectantly, knowing he would let her go.
"Oh, sure. Go on; Mom will be pissy if you look like you do now when you get to dinner!"
"HEY!" yelled Pan, reaching up and hitting him over the head. "Says the guy who was just hugging the life out of me! And I'm sure you look so much better. You better go change. Bulma will be pissy!" Pan turned and ran, wanting to quickly get away before Trunks could catch her. Turning her head and blowing Trunks a fake kiss, she dashed inside and up to her room.
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Still muttering to himself about young girls and how full of themselves they could be, Trunks, dressed in a black pair of pants and light blue dress shirt that complimented his eyes, knocked on Pan's door. Bulma had decreed that since they had become friends, Trunks would escort Pan down to dinner every night. When Pan didn't respond, Trunks opened the door softly to see Pan sitting at her vanity.
"I knew it was you, so I figured you would just come in. I'm just finishing up, and I'll be right down." Pan didn't even turn. She didn't hear Trunks coming up behind her. When she felt his head land on her shoulder, she smiled smally and finished putting on her eyeshadow. Over the past year, though she was still as tough as ever, she had softened down a bit and was much more feminine. It was one of Bulma's greatest feats, in Trunks' opinion.
"Well, if you're ready, I can smell roast beef and I'm starving!" said Trunks, grabbing her hands and pulling her up from the little blue velvet stool she sat on.
"Okay, okay! I'm ready. How do I look?" Bulma had left a note on Pan's dresser to look expecially nice this evening (without a reason), so Pan was wearing a light blue full length dress which swished around her ankles. Since it was June, it was a halter top, but high cut and modest nonetheless. She had blue diamonds in her ears, Bulma's Christmas gift to her, and just a touch of light blue eyeshadow on.
"You look almost as good as me, Squirt!" Trunks said, thinking ~DAMN! Look at her! She looks so good! Boy, she sure has grown up in the last year!~ "Now let's go!"
"You jerk!" joked Pan, reaching up to mouse Trunks' perfectly combed hair.
"PAN!" yelled Trunks, running to her mirror to fix his hair.
~I could never date someone so vain.~ thought Pan, knowing full well that it was a lie.
"Come on, Trunks. It's only you, me, Bulma, and the servants tonight. We don't need to look perfect!"
"Says the girl that held off dinner for an hour to 'freshen up.'" Trunks knew he had her beat.
"Fine, fine," said Pan, slipping her hand into his elbow. "Let's go down to dinner, shall we?"
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*Over the last year, Pan and Trunks have been growing close. They have become the best of friends, basically.*
"Mom! Mom! I picked up Pan from school!" yelled Trunks as he and Pan walked in the front door of Capsule Corp.
"I don't see why I still have to go to school! I'm seventeen, almost eighteen! I shouldn't be made to go to school like a child!" whined Pan, throwing down her school books.
"You know for a fact why you have to go to school, so stop complaining. Go change out of your school uniform and we'll get going to the mall, okay? I want to catch Ashley there if I can." Trunks' newest girlfriend, Ashley, worked as a living manaquin for one of the department stores in the mall.
"Just go on without me, okay, Trunks? I just want to train right now." ~Plus,~ Pan thought, ~I don't want to be a third wheel.~
"Are you sure, little one? I want you to come along," said Trunks, wondering what had suddenly come over her. Normally she loved to tag along with him and Ashley, but lately all she's been doing is training and studying, studying and training. ~I realize she's working hard so she can graduate at the end of this semester, but the girl needs a break!~
"I'm not little!" complained Pan, looking up at Trunks. "I'm also sure. I have some training to do."
"Okay, but if you change your mind, we'll be at the mall." Trunks turned and walked out the door, leaving Pan all alone.
"BULMA! BULMA!" screamed Pan, looking for her surrogate mother.
"I'm right here! What's wrong, honey?" Bulma came racing down the stairs knowing that when Pan yelled like that, she really needed attention.
"I was asked something today and I thought you would tell me what it means..." Pan's face started to turn red and Bulma knew that this wasn't going to be short.
"What is it, honey? I've got the time to listen." Bulma pulled her down into the family room, setting her down onto a couch next to her.
"Okay...Well...This guy in my writing class...he...well...he.."
"Come on, honey, spit it out!"
"Well, since you know that I lived basically in seclusion and have never gone to school before and I don't know what this is, I thought I could ask you, and well, um, well, yeah, this guy at school 'asked me out.' I've never been 'asked out' before. What does that mean, Bulma? Does he mean the same thing that Trunks does when he says 'I'm going to take that guy out?'" Pan pushed out, trying to get everything out at once so if Bulma was going to laugh, she would only laugh once.
"Oh, sweety, that means that they like you and want to go on a date with you."
"Oh...Bulma, what's a date?" Bulma hit the floor in suprise.
"You mean a good-looking girl like you has never been on a date before?"
"No...Is that a bad thing?" Pan looked confused, wondering what on Earth Bulma could mean.
"No, no honey. You just never got the chance to be asked. A date is where a guy likes a girl and he asks her to go to a place to spend time with him. It is so the boy and the girl can get to know each other better so that they know if they really like each other a lot."
"Oh...What does it feel like to like someone?"
"You get butterflies in your stomach. You want to be with them forever. You could talk to them forever. And when you do have an argument, you have enough patience with each other that you give each other a chance to explain."
"Oh... I guess I like that guy then."
"Well then," said Bulma, wrapping her arm around Pan's shoulders, "you should definetely go out with him. What's his name, by the way?"
"His name? Oh, his name is Uub."
"Oh, well you should definetely go out and have a great time with Uub. But before you do promise me something." At Pan's nod, Bulma contined, "Have Trunks teach you what to do to a guy if he makes a move on you, okay?"
"Don't worry Bulma. I know exactly how to handle a guy!"
"Well good then. Have a great time!"
"I will, next week, when we go out. But this week I need to train. Thanks for all the help, Bulma, but I need to go train. I'll see you around dinnertime!"
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Later that evening when Trunks got home he decided to look for Pan. There was something he wanted to give her that he had boughten for her at the mall.
"Pan! Hey, Pan, come down here!" yelled Trunks. Pan was flying above his head, training outside Capsule Corp. She had gone Super Saiyan, and was working on Super Saiyan 2, but she just couldn't see to get it right.
"Hang on a second, Trunks! I've almost got this routine down!" Pan finished her routine with a front round kick and landed on the ground in front of Trunks, sweating like a pig. She picked up the nearby towel which she had left for just this occasion and wiped her forehead. All she had on was a pair of shorts and a black sports bra so she could train easily. "Okay, what is it you needed Trunks? Better make it quick because Bulma probably has dinner about ready. You know how she gets when I come in to dinner in my training clothes!"
"I know, I know, but I just wanted to give you this." Trunks held up a little black jewelry box. Pan looked at it curiously, wondering what could be inside. "It's a friendship bracelet that I picked up at the mall today. I couldn't stop thinking that I shouldn't have ditched you, so I thought this might make it up to you a little bit." Trunks opened the box and pulled out a delicate chain. It was two strands woven together: one of silver and one of gold.
Pan gasped, "Oh, Trunks, you didn't have to do this for me! Honestly, you should give this to Ashley. I don't deserve it!"
"But Pan, you're my best friend. I want you to have it. And with it, I want to ask you a question." Trunks' face colored a little bit, and Pan wondered what his question could be.
"Sure, Trunks, ask away."
"If you accept this bracelet, I want you to become much more open with me. There are times I want to but my arm around your waist, or grab your hand, or give you a kiss on the cheek, or call you sweetheart, but I'm afraid to because I think it will ruin our friendship. I don't want to scare you, but I'm an affectionate person, and I want to show my friendship for you in more ways than I do now. Is that okay?"
"Oh...Well, okay, I guess. I don't really have a problem with that." Pan reached up, put her arms around Trunks' neck, and give him the first real hug he had ever recieved from her.
~WHOA! I thought I was over this! Where is this feeling coming from? She seems to fit perfectly in my arms...~ Trunks thought. ~I have a girlfriend, and Pan is my little sister. That is all. I'm sure that that is all.~ He looked down on her, wondering at what he felt.
"Uh, Trunks? Can I go now? I need to change for dinner." Pan looked up at him expectantly, knowing he would let her go.
"Oh, sure. Go on; Mom will be pissy if you look like you do now when you get to dinner!"
"HEY!" yelled Pan, reaching up and hitting him over the head. "Says the guy who was just hugging the life out of me! And I'm sure you look so much better. You better go change. Bulma will be pissy!" Pan turned and ran, wanting to quickly get away before Trunks could catch her. Turning her head and blowing Trunks a fake kiss, she dashed inside and up to her room.
~*******************************************************~
Still muttering to himself about young girls and how full of themselves they could be, Trunks, dressed in a black pair of pants and light blue dress shirt that complimented his eyes, knocked on Pan's door. Bulma had decreed that since they had become friends, Trunks would escort Pan down to dinner every night. When Pan didn't respond, Trunks opened the door softly to see Pan sitting at her vanity.
"I knew it was you, so I figured you would just come in. I'm just finishing up, and I'll be right down." Pan didn't even turn. She didn't hear Trunks coming up behind her. When she felt his head land on her shoulder, she smiled smally and finished putting on her eyeshadow. Over the past year, though she was still as tough as ever, she had softened down a bit and was much more feminine. It was one of Bulma's greatest feats, in Trunks' opinion.
"Well, if you're ready, I can smell roast beef and I'm starving!" said Trunks, grabbing her hands and pulling her up from the little blue velvet stool she sat on.
"Okay, okay! I'm ready. How do I look?" Bulma had left a note on Pan's dresser to look expecially nice this evening (without a reason), so Pan was wearing a light blue full length dress which swished around her ankles. Since it was June, it was a halter top, but high cut and modest nonetheless. She had blue diamonds in her ears, Bulma's Christmas gift to her, and just a touch of light blue eyeshadow on.
"You look almost as good as me, Squirt!" Trunks said, thinking ~DAMN! Look at her! She looks so good! Boy, she sure has grown up in the last year!~ "Now let's go!"
"You jerk!" joked Pan, reaching up to mouse Trunks' perfectly combed hair.
"PAN!" yelled Trunks, running to her mirror to fix his hair.
~I could never date someone so vain.~ thought Pan, knowing full well that it was a lie.
"Come on, Trunks. It's only you, me, Bulma, and the servants tonight. We don't need to look perfect!"
"Says the girl that held off dinner for an hour to 'freshen up.'" Trunks knew he had her beat.
"Fine, fine," said Pan, slipping her hand into his elbow. "Let's go down to dinner, shall we?"
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