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Trunks landed on the stairs to her apartment door, but his passage was barred by a door with a lock and he had no key. Does Pan have one? He questioned himself. Of course you dolt! This is her apartment! Get a clue!

"Pan, honey, do you have the key on you?" Trunks asked gently nudging Pan from her sleep.

"Yeah." She replied and began to fish through her purse in an attempt to find the key. She withdrew her hand triumphant, "Here." She said simply as she dropped the key into his smooth palm. Chills raced up her arm as she felt his hand close around hers, warming them with the small touch.

Trunks took the key and unlocked the door as he waltzed through the passageway. He glanced around the unfamiliar apartment, at all the doors, in bewilderment before strolling down the hallway towards the first door. He opened it and peeked inside, but was disappointed to find it was just a small closet. He turned to the right just slightly down the hallway to the next door. The door was left wide open to reveal a bathroom. He continued on until finally he came upon the last two doors. The first on the left had to be a guest room. It was completely bland and seemed to only have the bare necessities in it for a stay. He crossed his fingers and opened the last door to be ushered into the most contrasting room he'd ever seen.

The walls were covered in posters of famous and not-so-famous rock bands, but her dresser, desk, and backboard to the bed had a flower design on them. For whatever reason, though, he liked the way she had combined elegance with what he supposed to be a more wild side to her. Her bed was the picture of innocence with a green comforter strewn across the bed with purple sheets a shade darker than his hair. But the minute he glanced above her bed to the ceiling he was met with rock posters and TV posters from some of the odder shows on TV that he wouldn't have expected to see in the same room as the bed. But then if he thought back to the conditions under which he met her, it seemed that this room was made for her. He assumed it was, due to the fact that this was her apartment and she'd probably furnished it herself. She was a beautiful girl with a wild side and he liked the thoughts that brought.

I need someone new and interesting. I'm tired of the same old boring girls that only want to impress me for my money and such. I only hope she's for real and this isn't all just a dream. "Nice room." Trunks commented to himself but received an 'I like it too' in reply. He smirked down at her as he lay her down on the bed. "Shall I strip you now or later?" He asked in a joking tone, expecting her eyes to pop open in astonishment, but receiving no reply.

Pan peaked out of one eye a couple second later. "Trunks, will you just lay down and shut up? I'm tired." Pan managed to get out before her drooping eyes closed once more. She could feel Trunks' astonishment, but she could care less. She really was tired and she didn't mind if he stayed the night.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep somewhere else?" He asked, still unsure even though he hadn't even suggested his sleeping with her. He saw Pan's head go up in down in what he took to mean 'yes' before he slid over her and onto the other side of the bed to lay down. His arms involuntarily slid around her waist pulling her closer to his warmth.

Pan cuddled up to his strong chest and relished in the butterflies this man was giving her. She'd never done anything of this sort with a man before, especially not on the first date, but for some reason this felt right. She wasn't bothered by this at all. Nor was she bothered by the wet she felt slipping down her neck as Trunks' tongue slid to her collarbone where a small kiss was placed. He left her alone after that she assumed because she had fallen asleep. Who could blame her after all? If they'd felt this comfortable with someone they'd just met, they'd be in the same boat, right? Or was she just going insane?

Videl meandered through the streets on her way to visit Pan. She hadn't seen her in awhile and she wanted to check up on her even though Gohan had said she was fine last night. She still felt uncomfortable knowing her daughter had just up and left with a man she hardly new past what the media presented.

With only her thoughts to keep her company, Videl was able to arrive at Pan's apartment much faster. She buzzed Pan's apartment in hopes that she would be up and ready to be seen by the world. She didn't know the disappointment she'd be in for when she saw Pan.

After a couple times more of buzzing, Videl took Pan to be still in bed or maybe showering, so she let herself into the apartment building with the spare key Pan had given her and Gohan. I hope she's not still asleep. It'll defeat the whole purpose of me coming over. I wanted to take her out somewhere. Videl thought with a sigh.

Videl slipped the key into the lock and turned then opened the door. She heard sounds coming from the kitchen and guessed it was Pan making breakfast and just hadn't been able to hear her over the noises she was making. Heavens knows I have trouble hearing people over her cooking. She thought, but what she saw when she reached the kitchen entrance stopped every thought in her head.

Trunks heard someone approaching and braced for impact. He didn't know who this person was, but it definitely wasn't Pan. Of that he was sure. He turned off the burners to everything to lessen the noise so he'd be able to hear whatever was said first. When he turned around he saw a woman who looked very similar to Pan, albeit older with a slightly different shaped face and shorter hair.

A scream erupted from the woman's mouth. Trunks grimaced and covered his ears as his eyes closed tight in pain. When he thought the noise had stopped he uncovered his ears and opened his eyes. She was still making noise, just not as loudly as before. "Woman don't you know what those screams do to my ears?" He asked, sounding very much like his father to his shock.

Videl frowned at his insolence. How could he dare to speak to his elders like that? Wait, that makes me sound old. She thought as she walked towards him, "Now you listen here young man. You are not to speak to me in that tone of voice. It was blatantly disrespectful and calling me "woman." How dare you? Do I look like you own me? I think not. Secondly this is not your house. I have more ownership over this house than you do. And my next question, what the hell are you doing in my daughter's house?"

Trunks squinted as the screeching flew from her tiny frame to smack him. This woman could almost compare to his mother. He'd hate to see what Pan's grandmother was like. It was a family full of screechers. Trunks cleared his throat to hopefully cover up his weakness, "Well… you see… Pan and I went out on a date…"

Videl immediately cut in, "Oh, I see. So you're the boy that she went out with last night. Gohan said something about a boy she met in a restraint that was 'pulling the moves on her'." Trunks stared in shock as this 'Videl' said all that with a smile on her face. And who said he was 'pulling moves' anyways? "I guess you must have some really good moves if Pan fell for them. She's not really one for that kind of stuff. And you apparently got her in bed while you were at it. Gohan's not going to be happy. You'd best watch it and hope he doesn't hear of this. I won't tell, but Pan might accidentally say something, or maybe someone else. Who knows?"

"Uh… we didn't do anything, for starters. Well, not of that sort. Secondly, if you don't live here, why are you here? I was trying to make breakfast."

Videl ignored his last comment as she strolled right on past him and further into the kitchen. "Alrighty, if this is going to be a good breakfast, you're going to have to make something better than scrambled eggs."

Trunks, once again, stared in shock at this woman. She just swept into the place like she owned it. Not that he was complaining because the food she was cooking smelled a lot better than his beginning to burn eggs.

Pan walked into her kitchen, into the enticing smells. "Mmm…. Smells like Mom's kitchen." She, of course, expected to see Videl waltzing around her kitchen just waiting for Pan to come in and share a meal with her, but what she saw was a purple-haired male; quite to her shock. The man turned around to be none other than the Prince. He smiled devilishly at her as he strode over and began to lead her over to a seat at the table. Her chair was pulled out for her and then pushed back in when she'd sat down.

"I made breakfast." Trunks lied. Then again, he thought, white lies never hurt anyone too bad. And brownie points have never hurt me.

Pan smiled. What a sweetie.

A/N: I know it's not the best. But at least it's something, right? Please don't forget to review. Sorry it took so long to get this out. Love y'all!

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