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Deceive Me Not

Chapter 15: Fading Again

She shifted, or at least, tried to, when an arm draped over her prevented her from doing so. She tried again, but failed for the second time.

He was not, after all, a weak man.

And though she was quite enjoying the warmth his body was emitting to her, she badly needed to go to the bathroom. And when her third attempt failed, she gave up leaving unnoticed.

She shook him – hard. "Trunks, let me up, will you?" she said, starting to get annoyed.

He only grunted, but his hold on her did not loosen one bit.

She sighed, "Trunks –"

"Sleep," he muttered, then, "Ow!"

Trunks Vegeta Briefs was suddenly awake due to the hard smack he earned on his head. "What did you do that for?"

But Pan was already out of the room and inside the bathroom before she could answer.

"Pan," he began in a warning voice when she returned in the room, but the frown that was forming on his face disappeared and was replaced by a naughty smile. He failed to notice that she wasn't wearing anything when she took off for the bathroom and now, she was approaching him with the same lack of clothes.

"Nice morning gift you gave me," he said, using the sexiest voice he could manage when she joined him in bed.

"Sleep," she said, then turned her back on him and closed her eyes.

"Oi," he started to protest, "You can't possibly sleep on me after waking me –"

He stopped. After all, it was no use talking to a sleeping person. And though a bit annoyed, he contented himself with watching the woman beside him in peaceful slumber.

He never imagined they would sleep on the same bed again, what with their bad relationship just two months ago.

FLASHBACK

It was almost dawn that fateful day when he got home, thus, he was surprised to find her awake, sitting in the darkness of the living room.

"Why are you still awake?" he asked as he turned on the light.

Instantly, he wished he hadn't, because in doing so, he can clearly see how terrible she looked. She'd lost a lot of weight after childbirth, her skin paled considerably, dark circles coated her eyes saying she hadn't been sleeping well, and really, she looked as though she added five years in her age.

He refused to look at her. For if he look close enough, he would once again succumb to the Pan he had fallen in love with. It would be better this way.

If he think of Pan as the nagging, annoying and terrible bitch, then he wouldn't really feel guilty sleeping around.

He wouldn't have to hurt seeing her suffering because of him.

He would only feel nothing like the numbness she had inflicted him when she denied him.

Because after all that he'd done, after all that he'd gone through and the vow to go through anything just for her, it was still not enough to win her.

He was still not enough.

And so, he accepted the fact that if Pan can't love him when she knew the real him, then no one would.

Without Capsule Corporation, no one would be interested in him.

"Name your terms," she said tiredly, bringing him back to the situation at hand.

"What terms?" he asked, thoroughly confused. He hadn't been able to sleep that night and just holding a conversation with her is already making his head throb with pain.

"I demand a good father for my son, fidelity, respect," she said, paused, then, "and care."

"Ah, I see," he said, everything finally dawning on him, "don't forget your shopping allowance."

Her eyes hardened, and he mentally smiled. If she at least made an angry retort, then the whole thing is off. He didn't want to start something with her if she was forced to do so.

"I would appreciate much if you won't insult me while we negotiate this deal," she said calmly, Trunks almost lost his smile. He had not expected this at all.

"I'm serious," he said and added a smirk.

She now gathered enough courage to look at him straight in the eye and said, "as long as you're providing Goku his basic needs, I won't demand any material thing from you. That's all I wanted."

He failed to come up with something clever to say to that, so she continued, "Of course, the things I demanded from you, you can also demand from me just to be fair. Now, name your terms."

He stared at her for about half a minute, wondering if she had lost her mind, before speaking up. "Sex."

"What?" she asked, incredulous.

"Sex," he repeated, anger hinting in his voice, then stood up and started walking away. "I want you in my bed – naked- as often as possible," he continued.

"That's all?" she asked, unable to comprehend his unusual term. Out of the things he could ask from her, that was all he wanted? When he didn't reply and continued waling away, "where are you going?"

"Out," he said curtly, "I hope by the time I return, you've come back to your senses and forget the whole thing."

Then, he slammed the door shut.

He found her on his bed that night.

After trying, but failing, to get some sleep in his office, he returned to his unit that night around midnight.

He was more tired, more disheveled and more out of his senses than he was that dawn when he talked to Pan; and that was saying something.

Leaving the lights off, he stripped down to his boxers and climbed to bed to get some deserved sleep. But then, he haven't fully settled yet when a warm body came in contact with his.

He almost yelped in surprise and the moonlight being his only aid, he saw Pan's silhouette, "What are you doing here?" he asked hoarsely, his heart beating wildly in surprise – especially when he realized that she wasn't wearing anything at all, if the skin pressed against his was any indication.

"Fulfilling my end of the bargain," she answered sweetly and smiled charmingly at him, he knew if this kept on any longer, he would be a goner.

He would definitely yield to her.

"Get out of here," he said in a tone that he hoped was too harsh for her. He was making her mad on purpose so as for her to get out of his room and definitely kill the mood.

Instead, she moved closer to him, "Is that what you really want?" she asked huskily as she grabbed his hand and guided it to her supple breast.

He suppressed a groan wanting to escape at the back of his throat. "Pan –"

"Did you know," she began, effectively cutting him off. "I haven't made love with anyone for more than a year. That last time with you seemed too long ago," she continued as her arms encircled his waist and drew him even more closer to her.

He decided not to succumb to her temptation. Even as his hands roamed her deliciously nude body. Even as he inched closer to her to feel more of her warmth. Even as he captured her lips with his…

KRING! KRING!

END OF FLASHBACK

"Oh, turn that damn thing off!" Pan moaned as she buried herself under the covers.

A naughty smile appeared on his face; since she ruined his sleep, why not ruin hers, as well? He grabbed the alarm clock (still ringing) and put it near her ears. "Wake up, Panny," he said.

"Trunks," she whined and tried to swat his hand that was holding the blasted clock. "I'm tired. Please don't be like this."

"Just wake up, Panny," he teased further, holding the alarm clock away from her grasp.

"Argh!" she screeched, and not able to hold it anymore, kicked Trunks out of bed, who landed on the floor on his butt. The alarm clock went flying and hit the wall, then suddenly stopped ringing when the battery fell off. Satisfied that she had pushed the annoyances out of way, she grabbed the blanket, covered herself with it, and went to sleep.

"Aw!" Trunks muttered and shook his head, still a smile appeared on his face. He was about to annoy the woman more, but then, their baby chose that moment to wake up and cry hysterically.

He sat on the edge of the bed and shook Pan lightly, "Pan, Goku's crying," he said.

Pan stirred again, frowned, grabbed Trunks head and kissed him soundly. When she pulled away from him, she said, "You be a good daddy and attend to him, okay? Mommy wants to sleep."

He stared at her as she settled herself on his bed again, scratched his head at his defeat, and stood up to attend to his son. "You are not allowed to have a child again, Pan, not if you keep passing your responsibility to me," he said loudly.

She only snorted at him, then went back to sleep.

"No way, Marron. That is completely out of my budget," Pan complained and shook her head at her friend, who was currently holding a piece of a very beautiful and a very expensive lingerie.

But Marron only smiled at her naughtily, "But if you wear it tonight for Trunks, I don't think he would mind the extra cost. Besides, we know he can very well afford it, you know."

"But that doesn't mean I can go around taking advantage of it," she said then grumbled to herself, "besides, he wants me naked, he would just strip me out of that thing in no time."

Marron laughed out loud. "So, you finally openly admitted that there is something going on with you, two, huh? Took you quite some time."

"Well," she hesitated. "Yeah, I think so, too."

She smiled as she handled Pan the lingerie and rummaged through the rack for some more clothes. She loved dressing her friend up because her body was perfect, and yet the girl just don't know how to dress up! Pan would stick with pants and shirt if it weren't for her.

"So," Marron began as she took one slinky dress and held it in front of Pan, who shook her head, "you've never stayed longer with a man than you've been with Trunks, why haven't you married him yet? The longest record you had is three months."

"Eh?" Pan gasped, completely caught off-guard with her question. How can she admit that she had completely lost her mind because she had turned him down twice? Well, admittedly, she turned him down because she was afraid of commitment, but now that she thought about it, they are living like a family already, and a little piece of paper won't suddenly change that, right?

"I was just waiting for him to propose to me," she answered, which she know is the truth. If Trunks were to ask her again, she would say yes.

Marron opened her mouth to say something when –

"That is way beyond your budget, young lady!" a familiar stern voice behind them said.

And since the two were guilty of the crime, they turned, Pan already making up an excuse and apology, but she never get to say it out loud.

"Come on, Trunksie, just this one time," a petite, but nevertheless sexy woman about Pan's age was clinging to Trunks, holding a piece of lacy black thong.

Trunks failed to notice the two audiences they managed to attract, as his full attention was settled to the woman who had her arms around his arm, and so, exasperated, he said, "Sugar –"

"You're bad, Trunks. We all know you can afford it," she said and pouted her lips at him.

Now, that was something Trunks cannot resist and he had to admit, his witch-of-a-sister is, to simply put, just a plain, spoiled brat. "Get that thing paid before I completely change my mind," he said and sighed.

"Yay! Thanks!" she said happily and kissed him on the cheek before hurrying off to the cashier.

He shook his head at his additional expense just as he watched her go, then his gaze landed on Pan, or to say it more in detail, a close-to-tear Pan and a very angry Marron.

"Hi, Trunks. Fancy seeing you here, especially when you said you're going to work," Pan said in a calm but cold voice, Trunks instantly knew she had mistaken his sister for someone else.

"Pan –"

"I need to buy something in the drugstore, I'll be back, Pan," Marron said quietly and exited the store.

"I thought I made it clear that I'm demanding fidelity from you," Pan said in that scary calm voice of hers, and before he could explain, she quietly turned around and left the store.

He would have followed her then, but Bra had suddenly appeared with a big smile on her face, "Young lady, you are in so much trouble," he said and sighed when Bra looked at him in confusion.

He wasn't really surprised when he found her at home packing her bags.

"Pan, just let me explain," he said calmly, though he had a sinking feeling that she would never really do that. He'd lived with Pan long enough that she always acted before she listened.

"It's okay, I'm listening. Just get it said real fast, Marron's waiting for me," she said, not bothering to look at him.

"Pan, I really think we have a great misunderstanding at hand," he began, waited for her to disagree, and yet she didn't say anything, instead, she walked towards their closet to get more of her clothes.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, of course, please continue," she said nonchalantly.

"Well, that was Bra. I've been meaning to introduce her to you since – would you please stop packing your bags long enough to let me explain?" he asked, totally irked at the lack of attention she was giving him.

In truth, he would rather she contradict him with every word he said, scream bloody murder at him, and well, anything would be fine than her lack of attention.

She stiffened, then straightened up and looked at him in the eye. "Well?"

"She's my sister…you know, remember when you first knew I was Trunks Briefs of Capsule Corporation? She was the same girl I was about to meet, I really call her 'sugar', Pan. You can even ask her yourself, if you don't believe me," he said, saying it as brief as possible, for who knows when she might change her mind and decided she really didn't want to listen to him.

"Of course, now that you mentioned it, I remembered you were expecting 'sugar' back then. Is she the same sister you gave those undergarments to? You know, the ones we bought when you dragged me to shop with you?" she asked, scanning her mind for more incidents Trunks had with his sister.

"Yeah," he said, allowing a small smile to graze his lips. Maybe, this wouldn't turn out as bad as he thought it would.

"Okay, are you done explaining?" she asked, making him frown, even if he nodded his head.

She sighed. "I'm going to visit my son as often as possible, though. Please take good care of him, you know I can't support him now, as I am still unemployed," she said, then turned, and carried her bags.

His eyes widened at this, and grabbed her hand to prevent her from leaving. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I listened to your explanation, but that doesn't mean you can stop me from leaving. Just go back to Sugar, Trunks," she said, back with the eerie calm voice she used in the mall awhile ago.

"Pan, Bra is my sister!" he said in exasperation, dismayed because obviously, Pan did not believe him.

"Yeah, and I believe that actually," she said in a tone that said she meant the contrary. "Let's just end this, shall we? We tried for quite a number of times to let this work but it wouldn't. Let's be brave and admit that we are not meant to be together."

And before he could even stop her, she left the unit and his life completely.

Author's Note: And so, watch out for the last chapter of this very long overdue fic! Thank you so much for reading! Please don't forget to review!

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