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Deceive Me Not

Chapter 7: UNDERWEAR GALORE

Pan opened the door and was surprised to find Trunks there, sitting, his back against the wall beside the door.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, an eyebrow arched.

He looked at her and quickly scrambled to his feet. "You're going out?"

She shrugged and looked away.

"Well?"

She huffed. "I don't think that's any of your business."

Trunks swallowed. "Pan –"

"Look," she interrupted, her eyes flashing in annoyance. "I want you to stop pestering me, alright?"

"But –"

"I'm cutting our deal off," she interrupted again.

"Come on, Pan, let's not fight over something as stupid –"

"You thought it was stupid?" she asked, her voice louder, that Trunks winced. Alright, it was time to apologize, he thought.

Trunks cleared his throat. "I'm so sorry, Pan. Really, I am. Can't you forgive me? I mean, I thought I could just have a little –"

"You almost blew up my kitchen!" Pan yelled at him, he winced – again.

"I'm sorry!" Trunks said, horrified, and gave Pan one of his puppy eyes look.

FLASHBACK

"You're so pretty when you're angry," Trunks said meekly as he munched on his pizza. Pan only glared at him.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked and offered her the box.

Pan didn't accept it. Instead, "I told you to sit still and not do anything, right?" she asked coldly that Trunks nodded slowly at her.

No, she wasn't angry. She was livid. Furious and enraged. And who wouldn't? When they reached her place half an hour later after bumping into each other at the mall, Pan, after telling Trunks to sit and wait for her, went inside her room to change her clothes.

She hadn't been inside for fifteen minutes, considering she changed quickly, but when she opened her door, it looks like World War III had just happened in her kitchen.

Her refrigerator was open, containers were opened, their contents half spilled on her table and counter. There were liquids dripping from the counter and she couldn't remember what sauces those were.

A burning skillet was on the gas range and smoke had filled the entire kitchen. The groceries she had just purchased were not saved, either.

She let out a horrified gasp and saw Trunks in the middle of the kitchen, looking horrified as well. "I'm sorry!" he yelled.

The smoke alarm went off and she had to run to the broom closet to turn the darn thing off. "Just what in the world entered your mind for you to almost burn my kitchen?" she asked.

"I was hungry," he said sheepishly, and after considering the damage in her kitchen," Can I order some pizza now? I'm really hungry."

The statement seemed to make her blood boil more. The nerve of the man! After trying to destroy her kitchen, he could actually shrug it off just like that, as if it was really no big deal, and ask if he could order some pizza now.

"You want something to eat?" she began yelling, "Why don't you eat all the food you wasted? Or better yet, go out and give your stomach something to digest and never show your face again!"

"I'll help you clean this mess, I promise," Trunks said sincerely.

But Pan only glared at him. "You know what, that's not a very good idea at the moment. Do you know I'm so angry right now, I could kill you?"

Yes, she was so angry at him and the mess he made, she thought she would have a heart attack from the overflowing emotions she was feeling.

But Trunks, being a stubborn man, much to her distaste, held his ground and refused to leave.

So, after a quick call for a delivery of pizza, he began to clean the mess, Pan following suit.

And so, now, half an hour later, Trunks was munching the pizza he ordered after cleaning the kitchen and trying to make Pan to talk to him.

After cleaning, she sat beside him and glared at him since. ""You're going to pay for all the food you wasted."

"I will," he said meekly and looked really innocent but Pan turned away. "Hn."

And that was all she said.

After about an hour, he had given up, stood up and said his goodbye. Pan only nodded and didn't even bother walking him to the door.

END OF FLASHBACK

Since then, Trunks had tried to talk to her, to no avail. He arranged for a delivery of groceries with an amount twice of what he wasted the next day, but Pan only accepted half of it and didn't even bother calling him to at least say she received the goods.

He tried calling her but she wouldn't answer the phone. He tried visiting her but she wouldn't open the door. And it was slowly driving him nuts.

He fully admitted to himself he had never courted a woman before, and this woman, this woman he had come to like so much, was giving him such a difficult time.

"Please, Pan, what can I do to stop –"

"Oh, alright, I forgive you," Pan said, "just stop pestering me."

"Oh, thank you!" he said and held her hands in his and kissed her on the cheek.

Pan only narrowed her eyes at him and locked the door before walking away. She didn't like the way that simple gesture affect her so much. When it was supposed to be all a game. Only a game, she thought to herself.

Trunks ran after her, "Hey, Pan, where are you going?" he asked.

"And why is that any of your business?" she asked, but Trunks smiled at her.

"I was about to ask you to come with me," he said nonchalantly, Pan stopped walking.

"I'm not going anywhere with you again, Trunks. I'm really mad at you," she said stiffly.

But Trunks didn't lose his smile. "I'm not asking you out, Pan. I'm just asking a favor."

"And what makes you think I'll help you?" she asked him again, boredom evident in her eyes.

Trunks shook his head and put an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Panny, let's go, it won't take us long."

She wouldn't budge when he tried walking. "I need to do my grocery, I'm not going with you."

"Well, that's easy. I'm going to help you with your grocery. And you help me with my shopping," he said nonchalantly.

"I'm not going to go shopping with you," Pan said lamely but Trunks only smirked at her.

"Hn. We'll see."

"Aren't you done yet?" she asked yet again as she browsed through the skirts in Armani. She wasn't used to these kinds of shops and she was shocked at how outrageously a piece of clothing could cost.

More surprisingly, Trunks didn't seem to notice them and shopped from one store to another. Pan was now starting to believe that Trunks was quite a rich man and was just hiding his real financial status from her.

"Just a minute," he said from the fitting room, "do you want to help me dress? You can join me here."

Pan rolled her eyes at his teasing. Had she not known the man, she would have thought him to be a pervert. But now, she knew better.

Then, her breath was caught in her throat when he emerged from the fitting room wearing a blue shirt that emphasized his eyes.

She almost blushed when he smiled brightly at her. "Well?"

"Well what?" she retained enough sanity to ask.

"Do you like this shirt?"

She smirked at him. She knew what he was fishing for. "I don't know, Trunks, it was too big for me. I can't wear that."

He chuckled as he handed his credit card to the saleslady and tore the tag price. "You can wear it, of course. When we go to bed tonight," he flirted shamelessly; he earned a smack on the head.

"In your dreams will I go to bed with you, buddy," she said stiffly as she walked out of the store – stomping her feet.

Her eyes widened as he ushered her inside the store. She could not believe the nerve of the man, she turned and glared at him fully.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"What are we doing here?"

"Shopping, of course," he said nonchalantly as he fingered one of the silk nightgowns.

Pan was outraged (the nightgown was revealing and transparent enough for a person to feel naked inside it). "This is Victoria's Secrets! Are you trying to tell me something or what?" she said in gritted teeth, trying not to make a scene because of his shameless flirting.

He turned and looked at her, annoyed. "Can you please stop thinking that I am a pervert trying to get in your pants?" then without a blink, he threw her a black thong. "Try that, will you?"

She caught it and her jaw dropped open. "Are you out of your mind?"

"What?" he asked, not really paying attention as he threw more underwear of different colors, styles, sizes, and degree of sexiness.

"I'm not going to wear these for you!" she exclaimed that one of the saleslady looked at them curiously.

"Look, as much as I want to see what's under your clothes, I'm not the type of man who forces a woman. Now, can you please fit those and tell me which among them fit you nicely. If you don't want me to see you, then don't. it's no big deal. But can you please hurry, this store is making me feel uncomfortable," he granted.

"But, why?"

"I told you I need a favor, right? Well, tomorrow's my sister's birthday and she's rather fond of undergarments. So I planned on giving her some. You have the same build so I thought, instead of risking buying too small or too big undergarments, might as well ask you to fit them. Of course, I could just give her some gift certificates but knowing the witch, she would take it as if I don't have the time enough to buy her some gifts," he said and shrugged as he eyed the nightgown – again. He seemed to have taken a liking to it.

"Are you sure you're shopping for your sister?" Pan asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowed at him. "Or girlfriend"

If ever he noticed her jealous fit, his face didn't show it, "My sister's been fancying my bestfriend for quite some time. Besides, my girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. She would deck me if I try to give her something like this," he said, then turned and winked at her.

She blushed and walked away. She knew what he was trying to tell her. "I'll try these on," she said meekly and went to the fitting room.

After almost an hour of fitting all sorts of undergarments, she emerged from the room looking really exhausted, carrying the loads of garments with both hands.

Trunks smiled at her and she had to roll her eyes. She was so tired and she didn't have any time for his smiles.

"Well?" he asked.

"These," she began, handing him the pile she was carrying with her left hand, "are nice. These ones," she motioned at the pile she was holding, "Are either too big or too small for me."

He nodded but she noticed how his eyes twinkled when he saw the black thong he first handed her. Hn, some sister, huh? She thought jealously as she tried hard not to stomp towards the saleslady and handed her the other pile.

When she returned, Trunks had already paid for the pile and was now carrying two additional bags aside from his previous purchases.

"Are you through shopping?" she asked and she could not help the irritation that roused in her. Oh, she wanted to pull the hair out of his sister.

"Uh-huh," Trunks said and smiled brightly at her.

"Well, can we go home now?"

"Don't you want to eat? I'm hungry all of a sudden," he said, then, "unless you want to cook –"

"Uh, fine. Let's eat then you're going to take me home, alright?"

"Sure," he said and shrugged.

In reality, he didn't want to take her home yet. She was such a joyful company that he enjoyed every minute of her company.

She isn't like the other girls who would either ogle him or try to seduce him to their beds.

She's just…witty. A nice person to talk to, that is, if you don't mind the sarcastic remarks and occasional glare she gives when she thinks you're being an ass.

Besides, Trunks thought, she's really attractive. And he's liking her fast, he was seriously starting to consider his engagement with her. He was starting to like the idea of marrying her.

"Pan, love, wake up," Trunks whispered as he shook her gently.

He had to shake his head when she wouldn't stir. After eating that dinner, she can hardly keep her eyes open from tiredness; he had agreed to take her home already. And she had fallen asleep as soon as her body hit the seat of his car.

After about a minute of shaking her, he got out of the car and opened her door. He was about to lift her when she opened her eyes, at first startled when she saw him very near her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, keeping the panic out of her voice.

"I thought you're asleep so I'll carry you to your unit," he told her nonchalantly, ignoring the widening of her eyes.

"I'm awake now. I can walk on my own," she said quite nervously as she got out of the car. She didn't want to be paranoid around him but waking up suddenly with his face close to her did that to her.

"Sure," he said cheerfully and tailed behind her until they were already in front of her unit.

She unlocked the door but before going inside, "Uh, do you want to come in for some coffee?"

He smiled. Under normal circumstances, he would have said yes, but seeing her so exhausted, she can't hardly keep her eyes open, he couldn't bear to be cruel to her and impose on her hospitality. "Some other time," he said and when she frowned (obviously not liking his decline), he added, "you look so tired, you can't even stand up straight."

Pan nodded and gave him one of her lopsided grins. "Well, I better go in. Call me, alright?"

Trunks had to smile at that. Well, at least Pan was not avoiding him anymore. And she's not mad at him anymore. She wouldn't tell him to call her if she's still mad, right? "Sure," he said but when she turned around, "Pan, wait!"

"What?" she asked as she turned to face him again.

He grinned as he handed her two bags. "These are for you."

She looked at it, confusion written on her face. "What's that?" she asked, not taking the bags.

Trunks shrugged. "Just some token. For keeping me company today and helping me out with the birthday gift."

She reddened at the mention of the birthday gift. Yeah, though she protested and made an unnecessary fuss out of it, she had to admit it wasn't a very horrible experience for her. Wearing those lingerie her feel sexy and beautiful. She wouldn't admit that to anyone, especially to Trunks, though.

"You shouldn't have. It was really nothing," Pan said.

Trunks thrust the bags into her hand. "Come on, it's alright. I really bought it for you, you know."

She was still looking hesitantly at the bags she was holding, so, Trunks, with a grin, "you could always wear that for me as a sort of gratitude for that. A kiss wouldn't hurt, too," he said and winked at her.

Pan snorted to let him know what she thought of that. Trunks only chuckled.

"Aren't you going to look at it?" he asked cheerfully.

Pan rolled her eyes and opened one of the bags. It contained the skirt she saw at Armani's. She looked at him in awe.

"This is really expensive, you know," she lectured.

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Really? Didn't notice. Now, look at the other one."

She huffed and opened the other one. And, Kami, it made her blush. "Nightgown?" she choked out, remembering seeing Trunks looking so interestingly at it.

And now, she knew he'd mentally pictured her in it. The pervert!

"There's more!" he said and she found the black thong under the nightgown. She glared at him.

"It matches your eyes, you know," he said cheerfully.

"Nice observation," she said sarcastically, "why'd you give me this? You want to see me in this?"

He chuckled. "I'm a warm-blooded male, Pan. Of course, I would love to see you in that. But if you don't want to wear that for me, it's no big deal. However, if you change your mind, you know where to call me," he said with a wink.

Pan shook her head but her kissable lips curled into a smile. "Whatever. I'm going to bed now, Trunks."

"Pan?" he called again.

"What now?"

He kissed her before he knew what he was doing. And when she opened her mouth to protest, he swept his tongue inside and explored her mouth possessively.

He mentally smiled when she began responding to him and moaned in pleasure. However, when he started to realize that passion was slowly taking his mind over, he pulled away suddenly.

The minute his lips left hers, he immediately regretted it. Under a different circumstances, he would have no problem making love with the woman. But, this time, to Pan, making love to her at this early point of their relationship might make things complicated.

"Well, uh, goodnight," he said awkwardly, then leaving rather abruptly.

Leaving Pan with a raging emotion of unsatisfaction and anger.

Author's Note: And so, another date…

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