A/N: Well I assume people have enjoyed this fic so far. Not really that popular, but what can I do. After all it only has three chapters. Four now. Anyways, enjoy this chapter. Sorry for the wait. School starts/started. Whatever it is when I finally get this uploaded. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope no rights to any of anything in the DB stuff.

Trunks was pacing once more. What would he do tonight, he had nothing planned, but then again he didn't want to be sitting around the house. Especially not since his mother and father were at it again.

"What should we do?" Trunks asked himself. (A/N: Yes, that is cliché, but it's amusing. What's better than Trunks talking to himself?) "Hmmmm.... We could go to the mall and get some new clothes and maybe a bit of coffee with a sticky bun." "Would you stop that? I'm getting kind of tired of you constantly thinking of her. Get a grip. Sheesh!" "I'm sorry. It's just that she was so pretty and she was fierce. Just what I need, to truly be happy, for now that is." Trunks sighed. "Yeah, she was pretty. Maybe not as elegant as Bra, but she was pretty in her own way."

"Trunks, can you stop talking to yourself for just a minute. I have some juicy information; if you're willing to do something for me." Bra said, grinning evilly as she watched him fall into her trap. "It's about that woman. I found out her name."

Trunks stumbled in his pacing as Bra's last words fell from her lips. "Her name? You would do something wonderful like giving me her name?" Trunks ran over to Bra and began squeezing the life out of her, literally. He realized she had turned blue and immediately let go. "Don't die on me Bra! Well, at least not until you tell me her name. Then you can do as you please."

Bra recovered quickly and smacked her brother. "Is that all I'm good for? Maybe I shouldn't tell you." Bra turned on her heel and stormed off a whole two steps before Trunks had grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in.

"That's not how I meant it. You mean so much to me!" Trunks paused as he tried to come up with more lies. "Please, I'll do whatever it is you wanted me to do for you earlier. As long as you tell me her name, I'll do it. Please!" Trunks made a puppy dog face and got down on his knees with his head bowed and his hands clasped together.

Bra smirked and then lost control and began to laugh piteously at her brother. Man, it's sad how easily I can get him to do anything for me. All I have to say is that I know some girl's name that he's only met once and he's more than willing to do something that he doesn't know what is. I should have thought of this earlier. How disappointing is that? To think I couldn't have come up with this evil plan earlier. Then again, it's not really 'evil' because it's helping the two of them out. "Well, stand up!" Bra commanded after a couple seconds. "You need to be cleaned up and ready to go to Shangalia in two hours. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to prepare for what I'm going to tell you." Bra began to walk away when she turned back, "By the way, if you don't look good I won't tell you her name. Got me?"

He watched Bra stare at him for a minute or so until he replied with, "Yes, Bra. I'll be nice looking and ready to go when you come back!" He saluted her and shut the door in her face. He whistled a tune unknown to him as he slowly stripped off his clothes piece by piece until he was bare then moseyed off to the shower.

Trunks came out of the shower with a towel rapped around his waist, showing off a good amount of very tone muscle and tanned skin. His hair dripped water and his body was sleek with the little droplets. He strutted over to his dresser and dropped the towel. He was bare once more. Trunks turned around and picked up the towel causing him to see his wet body glimmering in all its glory in the mirror. Trunks stared until he was pulled out of his shock by a knock on the door.

"Yeah, who is it?" Trunks questioned as he turned back to his mirror. He couldn't believe it. "How can it be possible?" He questioned himself, not bothering to wait for the reply from the person at the door. "Yeah, how could you let this happen to us, you imbecile; I can't believe you allowed us to get fat!" "I allowed us to get fat? What are you talking about. You're the one who ate all the sweets because you couldn't stop thinking about her. You don't even know her name!"

"Trunks that's really not healthy for you to be talking to yourself! Would you like to talk to me about anything? Maybe we could help you get over this?" Bulma called from outside his room. "Why is he so messed up? How come he's not more like his sister? Someone compassionate, fashionable, normal."

"So that's where he gets that from? I was wondering because he was doing that earlier and it was kind of creepy." Bra strolled up behind her mother and wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Excuse me, can't you two keep it down so I can finish my conversation?" Trunks yelled at the two from his bedroom. He frowned and turned back to his mirror. "I guess we'll just have to get back to work on these abs." Trunks groaned. He hated working on his abs it took so much time away from him trying to look good. "That's going to be two minutes taken away from getting dressed tomorrow. Either that or from breakfast." "I say we skip breakfast." Trunks smiled at his reflection and nodded his head.

There was another knock on Trunks' door before it slowly opened. "I hope you're dressed." Bra called in. Trunks jumped at the sound and quickly placed his hands over his butt. Bra grinned as she saw Trunks turn around, but not realizing that he hadn't covered up his front. She giggled and averted her eyes, allowing her brother to grab his towel and once more wrap it around his waist. "Jeez, Trunks, getting a bit chubby aren't we? Your muscle's the only thing going for you. How sad to know my brother has lost the only desirable thing about him that isn't his money, fame, or something like that. Almost makes me want to weep with pity at it all." Bra placed her hand over her eyes and began to fake cry.

"Hey! That isn't all that's good about me. You forgot my hair and what about strength and clothes, hmmm? Or what about little Trunks? He has feelings too, ya know." Trunks asked in a whining tone with a pleading look in his eyes. He just wouldn't be able to live if even his sister didn't like the way he looked.

"You're sad. Have you forgotten all those girls who write to you begging for you to just smile at them?" Bra asked quickly, trying to make him forget what she had said. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were so insecure. Little Trunks is... ummm... really... nice. I guess."

Trunks smiled at Bra. "Thanks! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, are you done getting ready? We need to leave in ten minutes if we're going to be on time for our dinner. Personally I'm hungry and would like to be on time." She replied with a stern tone. "So be ready in ten minutes or you're gonna get it! And don't you even think of doubting me, Trunks-kun. I'm not stupid."

Bra stalked from the room, leaving Trunks in shocked silence, but not for long as he remembered what she said. He leaped to his dresser and grabbed one of his pink pearl snap shirts and a pair of black slack with a white undershirt. Trunks quickly threw on his outfit and drug his fingers through his wet hair. His door was thrown open and he was drug from the room by a slightly aggravated Bra.

Trunks was drug to the car before thrown into the driver's seat and handed a pair of black keys. Trunks took the keys and inserted one into the small slit provided for it. After he had started the car he began to back out, but then quickly slammed on his brakes. "Wait, Bra, I forgot to put on boxers!"

Bra stared wide-eyed at Trunks, "Then what are you wearing?" She shuddered at what she thought would be the answer. How could he forget the most important part of getting dressed? She never forgot her bra or underwear. How could he?

"I'm going commando tonight, I guess. That's okay, I just hope it doesn't have any side-effects. That would suck, especially seeing as to how we're going to be in a very fancy place." Trunks put his foot back on the gas and started to back up the red mustang once more. He rolled down the windows to let it ventilate and then took off towards Shangalia.

"By the way, Bra, what's her name? That was the deal, wasn't it?" Trunks pleaded.

"I'm not sure..." Bra rubbed her hand on her chin, pondering whether or not to tell him now or let him suffer. "Well, you didn't remember to put your boxers on..."

Trunks quickly cut Bra off, "But Bra, no one's going to see so it shouldn't matter. Don't I look nice? Not to mention, I'm paying." Trunks stared at her in wonder. How could she do this to him? After all he'd been through today and she was going to take away his motivation. What a horrible sister. He frowned.

"I was just kidding. Her name's Pan Son. And that's not all I know, but you'll have to work to get everything else. Nothing's for free after all!" Bra smirked as Trunks' frown deepened. She was debating whether or not to tell him she would be at Shangalia's tonight. He was paying which was a mark towards him, but then it would be great to see his shock when he found out that he would be meeting her once more. She smiled at him and decided to surprise him.

Trunks watched his sister as she slowly smiled more and more. What was she planning? He had to know. "Bra, why are you..."

Bra cut him off before he could say anything else, "don't bother asking, you'll find out soon enough." She smirked while she relaxed for the rest of the ride. Tonight would be fun and she'd make sure of it. She would have fun watching Trunks' and Pans' shock and in turn they would have fun together. Of course that was assuming that everything went according to plan. And it would, or someone had better have a good explanation as to why not.

Trunks cheered up as the ride went along, but he was rigid. He couldn't relax. When his sister smirked or smiled for no reason there was something going on that you were either going to hate or love and he was hoping it was the latter. He pulled into the parking lot of the restraunt and quickly got out to go open his sister's door for her. He hated this part. He was royalty too, shouldn't she open the door herself, or get someone else to do it? It wasn't fair, they weren't dating and their only relationship was one of two evil siblings in a long standing war as to who has more power over the other.

Bra walked confidently inside, where as Trunks just strolled on in as if he was a normal person. He didn't have to act like the royalty he was to get noticed as such. No one else had his features; that was for sure! He grinned; he could pick up any woman he wanted! He held open the large oak doors for Bra and allowed her to enter before following after.

Trunks sat down on a cushion as Bra asked for a table. He was quickly called forth by Bra and he followed her until they reached a table that had already been set up for two. He smiled infectiously at Bra who smiled back. "Service is great here!"

Bra nodded her head. "Yep and just wait until you see what they have in store for you!" Bra smiled once more before the waiter pulled back her chair and allowed her to sit down before pushing it back in and handing her a menu. "Thank you. Can we please be left alone now?" She asked curtly as if agitated by his inability to know exactly what she wanted. After all, she did have an image to uphold.

"Yes, of course." The waiter excused himself. Bra leaned around Trunks as the waiter walked away to get a good view. She stared for a little while before Trunks brought her back to converse with him.

"He was cute wasn't he? I liked the way he did his hair. I haven't seen that one yet. Very original." Bra smiled dreamy eyed. "I wouldn't mind getting to know him."

"Yes he was very good looking. But can we..." Trunks was once more cut off by his sister.

"Did you see his eyes? They were such a rich chocolaty color. Like a melted Hershey's bar. Yummm... Whatever girl gets to look into those eyes must be really lucky."

Trunks choked. This wasn't exactly what he called a good conversation. He was in no way interested to find out about her newest play toy. "I think that's Kakkarot's son, or Goku is what he likes to be called. He's the youngest of the family. Father would be thoroughly pissed if he found out you were with him." Trunks grinned, that should shut her up and then they could get down to talking of important matters. Like Pan Son. Trunks paused in his thinking: that name sounded really familiar. Where had he heard it before. Oh well, that wasn't important.

"Trunks? Are you in there? Has the other Trunks killed you off yet?" bra snickered as Trunks shook his head and looked at her stupidly. "Now that you're back, first off, if you tell daddy then I won't tell you anything more about Pan." She paused to allow that to sink in and knew it had when she saw him grimace. "Secondly, Pan Son is Goku's granddaughter, so that puts you in the same shoes." She stuck her tongue out at him in a very unlady-like fashion.

"You suck Bra." Trunks groaned.

"I know, but that's only natural for women. Now if you were doing it I'd be worried." Trunks made a face at Bra before she quickly changed the subject.

Pan twirled in her new dress. It was lovely and she couldn't help but stare at her reflection. Not to mention the make-up that she was wearing was subtle enough that she looked natural, yet still there amplify her beauty. She smiled and twirled once more before she headed out the door. After leaping down the stairs, grabbing her shoes and purse from the front door and zipping over to her car, Pan was headed on her way to her parents' house. Tonight would be fun, she knew it, her father was always laid back and fun. He never seemed to be worried about what was going on around him. Mainly he was worried about her; this didn't bother Pan that much although sometimes she did wonder if he cared too much.

"Wouldn't it be nice..." Pan began as she sung along with the song playing. Everything was going as planned that was until she saw what lay ahead of her. There was traffic back up, a wreck, and worse than all that there were cops all around so she couldn't speed around all this. She frowned. "Well, I guess it's time to fly."

Pan capsulized her car and then jumped into the air and took off before anyone got a second look at her.

Gohan jumped up as he heard the doorbell ring. There was only one person that could be. Gohan ran to the door. When he had reached it he tried to gain control of his emotions and straightened his slacks and shirt. Checking his appearance in the mirror to make sure he looked his best.

"Gohan, stop acting like a little school boy. It's just Pan! Not me, you make me feel unloved. Did you ever do that when I was coming over?" Videl chided.

"Of course I did. You know I love you." Gohan paused and gave her a quick kiss. "It might be just Pan, but I haven't seen her in so long."

"Gohan, it's been a week since you last saw her." Videl gave him another kiss and then opened the door for him. "Hi, honey." She said to Pan and gave her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "How have you been?"

"Good. Do you like my dress? Isn't it pretty?" Pan asked and twirled for her parents. She giggled at her father's reaction. He had been sitting there gaping like a fish since her mother had opened the door. It just proved that she was beautiful looking that night. Pan grabbed Gohan's arm and dragged him over to the car parked on the curb.

By the time they'd reached the car Gohan had gained back his senses enough to open the door for his daughter. She smiled at him and climbed into the driver's seat. Gohan walked around the car as Pan started it up and got into the passenger's seat right before she took off.

"So, how's work been?" Gohan asked as he held onto the sides of his seat.

"Good. Not too much has happened. Yumi and I have been working pretty hard even though. Other than that work's been good and I've been good in general."

Pan and Gohan's conversation continued in much the same way. The ride to the restraunt was peaceful and Gohan was able to keep up with Pan's life and make sure she was okay. When they had finally arrived Pan shut down the car and got out before her father had a chance to open the door for her. She smiled at him as she took his arm and walked into the restraunt.

"Good evening. Welcome to Shangalia. Do you have a reservation?" The host asked upon their arrival. He smiled at Pan in a flirtatious way before quickly turning back to business.

Gohan spoke immediately once the man had finished. "Good evening to you too. We have a reservation for two under Son."

The host smiled and replied, "I see. I'll show you to your seats. You said you wanted it in Non-Smoking, am I correct?" He asked as he began walking towards the table they had prepared before hand.

"Yes, that's right." Pan replied as she followed behind the man. Nice ass. Pan thought as she looked down once he'd turned around. He was very nice looking and muscular. He was one of those tall, dark, and handsome people every girl dreamed about; not that she was concerned. Mainly she just wanted to get something to eat.

"Here we are." The host said as he placed the menus at the two seats. He began to walk over to pull Pan's chair back, but she excused him with a shake of her head.

"That'll be all for now." Pan said and watched as he turned to walk away. "Thanks." She said, remembering her manners. The man turned back towards her and nodded his head before walking off.

Pan turned around to face her father. "Dad, I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom. If the waiter comes tell him I want a Margarita, okay?" Pan began to walk off without waiting for a response.

"Alright." Gohan agreed. He turned back from his daughter and started to skim the menu for what he wanted to eat. Man look at these prices. How can't it cost twenty dollars for a hamburger? Granted they are the largest meals in the universe, but does that mean they should cost so much? How did I get talked into this? Wait, I didn't get talked into this. I talked her into this. I'm such a fool! Gohan whimpered at the thought of paying so much for food, but leaned back and decided to just read what kinds of food they had and worry about the payment later.

"I'm back." Pan called out as she neared the table. Gohan glanced up to acknowledge her then turned back to the menu.

Pan giggled at his reaction. It was what she expected. He must have finally realized how much everything costs. She decided as she walked over to her seat. As she pulled back her seat, though, it bonked something which startled Pan back into reality. The man who had been in the seat turned to look at her causing her to blush furiously. It's the prince! I just hit the prince, I can't believe it. He'll surely have me arrested this time. Why can't I do anything right?

"Excuse me." Pan managed to say once she'd gained some control over her emotions. As if that's going to help get you out of this one, Pan. Do you really think that a sexy rich man is going to except 'excuse me' as an apology for hitting him? Did I just say that? I mean sure, he is sexy, but admitting that is totally different. Not to mention it didn't feel the same that time. I got butterflies. No that's not it; it must be because I'm so hungry. There's no way I have butterflies over a silly little boy who I don't even know.

But he's not just any silly little boy. He's the prince and he's dreamy and intelligent. Also muscular; he's so much better than that waiter. Oh my god! Did I just think that? I did! Oh great, now I'm blushing even worse. He probably thinks I'm an idiot.

"It's alright." Pan was torn out of her reverie as that mystical voice spoke. It was like a dream come true. How many girls got to talk to the prince? She was so lucky.

"Ummm..." Pan fumbled for a word. "Thanks." Pan mentally smacked herself. Plenty of wonderful things you could have said and you chose 'thanks.' What kind of a loser are you. Don't bother answering either.

"Here, let me help you." Trunks stood up gallantly and, as he pushed in his chair, pulled out hers. She sat down gracefully and grinned foolishly as she felt the chair slide easily back underneath the table. This was a dream. There was no way this could be real.

Pan turned her head up to look at him. "Thank you." What's up with you? Can't you say anything else. Jeez, it disappoints me how much you lack in vocabulary.

Trunks grinned at Pan and then said, "I'm sorry for the disturbance." And then sat back down in his chair.

Pan turned to reply, but found it was useless. Trunks had already returned to his seat and was once more talking to his sister. She turned to her father and followed his example. "Well, that's definetly a way to start out dinner." She heard her father comment from across the table."

"Yeah, I know. I was surprised he didn't kill for disturbing him."

Gohan laughed at his daughter's silliness. "Pan, the royals aren't that cruel. It's not like they just try to find some reason to kill us off."

"Yeah, dad, but we are third class after all and no one really cares about us."

Trunks sat down in his seat. It was her, but who was that man. It must be her boyfriend. Trunks began to go through the details. The man had begun to frown when the whole fiasco had begun. He probably thought I was hitting on her. Which I guess I was trying to flirt with her, but it's not like she really replied to my flirting. She did blush a lot, but that could have been from embarrassment at having hit my chair. Oh I'm so confused. How can I possibly compete with a man that handsome? Sure, a lot of people think I'm good looking, but I'm also gay looking, too. After all, how many guys have lavender hair? It's just not right. She probably doesn't even care too much for rich people. Her boyfriend is probably better than me at everything. Life sucks!

"Trunks, get a hold of yourself. You look like your world ahs just fallen apart. How come you didn't ask her what her name is? Unless, you don't like her anymore." Bra stared at her brother. What's wrong with him, she wondered. Does he really not care. No, he does. That's why he looks all torn up, but why. Nothing, but good things have happened so far.

A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I know you all probably hate me for taking so long to write these chapters and I really am sorry, but I've had homework off the ying yang. So please forgive me and tell me how much you loved this chapter by clicking the little review button and telling me all about it. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. Love y'all!

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