Author's Note: Well, it's another chapter. Hope you enjoy.

chApter 3: To Be or Not to Be

I couldn't move. And we still haven't moved from our position. Goten, who had his hand over Bra's mouth and held her captive, and Bra looked at me like I lost an arm. Trunks' eyes were as round as wide saucers. I quickly scrambled to my feet as soon as I realized our situation. Trunks finally blinked and touched his lips, slowly fumbling to his feet. I rigidly looked at Trunks with a still shocked face, and abruptly turned around, grabbing Bra's arm. Goten let goed easily, as he was still trying to comprehend what happened.

"Sorry Pan! I was going to tell you, but Goten covered my mouth before I could-"

I placed a hand up. We are not going to discuss this. We are going to leave as if...as if nothing happened. Getting the picture by my expression, Bra nodded and we slowly began to scurry off. Or we tried. Trunks seemed to have gotten over it as well and yelled after us, grabbing my arm.

"Where do you think you're going!"

I stiffened and bit my lip. I turned around and began to immediately dig into my uniform pocket. I had my hand out which consisted of chapstick, some change, three crumpled dollar bills, asoda candywrapper, and a stick of gum. (Love the Japanese soda candies.)

"Um, this is all I have. If you need anything else, uh, just call me."

Goten came beside us and looked at my junk, pitifully.

"She's kidding us...right? We've been chasing a broke ass girl?" Goten sighed and began to slightly curse. Trunks looked at me with murder in his eyes. His eyes were so intense, I thought he'll strain his retina or something. But he just sighed and rubbed his temple.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I-It was your fault anyway!" Trunks looked up.

"What! How the hellis it my fault!"

"You're the one that came here to beat me up and made me run, thus making me land on you!" Trunks brought up his hand as if to hit me and I shrunk back, hands over my head.

"Should I finish the job then! Huh!" I shook my head in slight fear. Trunks ran his hand through his hair, which I noticed was a lot more silkier, due to the cream he did back at the salon. Man...he looked good when he was angry. He kicked the ground and yelled "Damn it!" Goten began to chuckle.

"You did it now. Trunks never kissed anyone in his life. He wouldn't even hold hands with a girl unless he was getting married."

What? My frightened face turned into bewilderment. A guy like that never kissed before? Let alone touch a girl? Right...and pigs fly. Trunks came up to me. Whatis he going to do... He reached and took my cellphone out of my front uniform jacket pocket and punched in some numbers. He looked - no, glared - at me while doing so. He shut my cell and threw it at me.

"You better call. C'mon, let's get the other guys." He began walking away and I looked at his back as if he were crazy.

"What! Why should I?" Seriously, this guy has a mental problem. I just know he does. First he obviously shows he hates my guts and now he wants me to call him. He stopped walking and smirked.

"You're taking responsibility for your actions."

"Wh-What? For what? For kissing you? It was a peck! Get over it. Besides, what am I suppose to do!" Trunks growled slightly.

"Geez, for a girl you talk a lot. If you tell anyone we're going out..." What did he just say! My eyes were getting dazed from this situation.

"W-What! Are you delusional or something? Since when am I going out with you?"

"Since now."

"Why! I really don't get why I have to be your girlfriend! Are you listening to yourself? Besides...I, uh, have a boyfriend." That was a lie, but anything to get away from this guy.

"Do you think I care? Do you think I even like you?"

"Sigh, then why do you want me to go out with you! Are you getting the situation right now? You don't like me and you're forcing me to be your girlfriend!"

"Because you kissed me! Alright! So stop talking!"

"W-what..."

This is too crazy. My shoulders slumped down in confusion and exhaustion as Iwatched Trunks' retreating figure who was mumblingsomething about why he went to the back of the school. I wonder if this guy's mentally unstable since he's babbling about things that don't make sense. I have to date him...because I kissed him. I replayed that sentence over and over in my head. Talk about being sensitive. Goten looked at me and chuckled from my incredulous and confused expression. He came over beside me and began patting me on my back.

"Don't mind Trunks. He has his reasons. He promised himself he won't ever touch a girl unless she's the one he'll love. In other words, he believes that fate will lead him to the right girl by letting fate make the "right girl" come into contact with Trunks. Do you get me?"

I numbly just nodded. I didn't really get what he was saying, but so far he's saying Trunks' is a psychopath and imaginative. Great. Goten pat my head and left, jogging to catch up with Trunks. Bra immediately clung to my arm.

"Oh my God, that is soooooo romantic! Letting fate decide the girl for him...aw, so sweet. Whoever thought that you end up going out together. And I'm right. It is funny. Hahahahahahahahahaha."

I looked at my friend, laughing her head off, and the situation around me. So...through this hectic situation, I got myself a boyfriend. I'd erase his number, but I didn't think it was wise to. However...neither him nor I called eachother for a week. And we just...forgot all about it. A few weeks later, I got a call from Bra.

"Hey! Uub wanted you to call him!"

"Why?" Uub was my only friend of the opposite gender. Yeah, I tend to want really close friends, rather than have a whole posse.

"I don't know. He sounded serious though." I could hear crunching noises through the receiver. Probably eating snacks, that pig.

"Well, tell him to call me."

"Eh too lazy. Anyway I told you, so tootles. I'm wasting my minutes."

She hung up and I looked at the phone in disbelief. Well, that's Bra for you. Hm, I can't call long distance. All because of my brother. He used my phone to call his stupid girlfriends in America and used up all my minutes. Maybe he'll let me borrow his. I quickly tiptoed to my brother's door and knocked.

"Oh dear brother?" My brother, Hideki, propped up on his elbow from his bed and gazed at me with lazy eyes as I sing song-ed for his attention. Do I see a bit of irritation?

(Author's Note: Hideki is Number Seventeen. Quite random, I know. But, I didn't think his real name Number Seventeen would fit the story. I mean...who name's their child with a number? I chose Hideki because my older brother looks like Number Seventeen, except he has grayish-blue eyes. How? That's what you get when you're Japanese, Korean,and French.)

"What..." I twiddled my fingers together.

"Um...can I use your cell for a minute?"

"No." I pouted.

"Why not!"

"Because you didn't make me food today."

Bastard. I slammed his door hard. I try to be nice, but nooo. I looked at the clock. It was 11:30 PM. However, there was no one besides my brother to tell me not to go out. No one to say "it's dangerous to go out at this time." I walked out of my house in search for a phone booth. When I finally found one a few blocks down, I muttered as I put in a few coins to make a call to Uub. Suddenly, I heard a greasy voice behind me.

"Hey sweetie. Want to make some fast money?"

I turned around and raised an eyebrow. What the hell is he talking about. I looked at him with disgust. He was a rather plumpy man that looked about45 years old and had a tacky floral pattern shirt with white slacks. He had his hair sleeked back to cover his bald spot. He had some shades on, but it didn't hide his droopy sly eyes and the thick eyebrows. Long nose hairs as well. Ew. Who is this man...

"Um...who are you." The guy chuckled and slinked an arm around my shoulder.

"Come to my car for a while so we can...talk." He slid his shades down to see me and gave me a once over. I was getting grossed out, and smacked his hand off.

"And why would I do that?"

"So we can chat...you know." I scrunched up my nose and turned around.

"No thank you."

"Oh come on." He grabbed my shoulder and I smacked it away again.

"Go away, creep." He frowned and making him, if possible, uglier than he was.

"I tried to be nice, bitch."

He grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward. I gave out a sudden yelp, and dropped the receiver. Before I could do anything, he grabbed me from behind and started to drag me towards his car. I struggled to get out, trying to hit him or something, but he was just too big. I looked around and saw a few people not far away that looked my age. I began yelling at them.

"Help me! You guys over there! Please!"

The fat guy growled and covered my mouth before I could yell anything more. We were near the car and I started to get frantic, pleadingly looking at the people. Mother, your dear daughter is getting kidnapped! The tears I held back were beginning to flow as I realized my situation and how dangerously it's becoming. We reached his car and he was trying to shove me inside.

"Please let go of me. What are you going to do..." The guy kept pushing and smirked.

"Well, I'm not going to kill you, so don't worry your pretty head off."

He finally got me inside and pushed me into the passenger seat as he slid into the driver's seat. He started the car and I cried as the car rumbled alive. I immediately began pulling on the handle and banged against the window. Somebody...please help me. As he was about to pull away, a brick came flying towards the windshield and cracked it.

"What was that!" It was probably your reflection. The guy got out of his car and looked at the culprit.

"Hey...it is Trunks' girlfriend!"

Goten! Walking over slowly with hands in his pockets, he peered inside the window. The fat man started blubbering.

"Hey you! Go away! There's nothing to see here." Confirming it was me, he looked back to two other people.

"Trunks! Yui! Come here! It's Pan!"

The guy panicked when he saw more people coming over, got in his car, and began starting the car again. Goten looked back.

"Hey, hurry up! The fat man's getting away!"

The bastard locked all the doors again and started to drive away. I pressed my face against the window. Please Goten! Remember the license plate or something! Save me! I thought I was done for when...

CRASH!

Another brick came flying towards the windshield, and this time, it went clear through, hitting the man square on the face. I opened my eyes and saw it was Trunks standing in front of the car. He had a death glare and kicked the car once, finally proppinghis legup on the car's hood.

"Hey mister, come out." The man held his nose and started cursing while he got out of the car.

"You damn kid! Get lost and mind your own fucking business."

He started towards Trunks. I took this chance and unlocked my side of the door. Yes! I'm free! I looked over to Trunks and saw the man take a swing towards Trunks. Trunks just side stepped and kneed the man in the stomach. He doubled over and got kicked on the side of his face. All while Trunks' hands were in his pocket. Trying to look cool or something? I realized there was a lot of people. Trunks, Goten, and Yui all wore casual suits. There were four girls that looked on with horror, except two: one was looking on with a smirk, and the other was looking at...me? I wanted to stare to make sure she was, but I saw that Goten picked up the guy on the ground.

"Hey mister, why are you trying to cause so much trouble? You think Kami will approve of this?" He dragged the guy over to the car and threw him in. Wow...so strong.

"Just get in the car and drive away, okay? You don't want to see my friend when he's really mad. Got quite a temper as you can see." He smiled and slammed the door, patting the car roof. The guy nodded and slammed on the pedal, opening the window when he was a good distance away, and gave the middle finger. Goten spat.

"Why that fat pig..."

I just sighed and fell to the ground. This whole experience is tiring me out. Goten kicked the dirt and walked over to me.

"Hey baka...you okay?" He looked at me with pity. I glared at him. Suddenly, I just bent my head down and let the tears fall. I hate to admit...I was scared. That guy was so strong...I thought I wouldn't have excaped.

"Hey Trunks, your girlfriend's crying!"

Crap. Stupid butthole. With Goten's yells, everyone's attention was on me. The girls stared and started whispering amongst themselves, giving me a few glares. The girl that was staring at me mumbled "girlfriend" in a surprised manner. Trunks walked over after making sure the driver was gone, and stood over me. I quickly wiped my tears as discreetly as possible and looked up.

"Um...thanks..." He frowned.

"Stupid...why didn't you get out of the car!"

"I couldn't help it! He had the doors locked!"

"Why were you even walking around this late by yourself! Are you a loser!"

I glared and stood up. I stared at him hard and just turned to walk home. Bastard...for a moment I thought you had a heart. I felt a hand grab my wrist and looked behind to see Trunks.

"Hold on, let me walk you home." He turned back to the guys.

"Yui, Goten, meet me at the Zio Cafe. I'm going to walk Pan. I don't want to have to rescue her again if she gets her butt kidnapped again."

I just scowled at his words. Goten and Yui just nodded, walking back to the girls. Trunks turned around and started walking. When he sensed I wasn't following, he looked back.

"Well? C'mon, I may be a hero, but I'm no psychic. Tell me where you live."

I just sighed and began walking. When you think a moment is romantic, count on him to mess it up. We walked for a while and it was silence between us. I saw aguy talking loudly on his cell across the street, and I just glanced at him when suddenly Trunks started speaking.

"Hey, stop looking at him like that."

"Huh?"

"You were oogling at him."

"I wasn't oogling at him!"

"Are you yelling at your savior?" I couldn't argue any further. This guy did save me. Although...Goten did help as well.

"Also, why didn't you call me? I told you to call me!"

"Well, I was busy with school! Not like you would even know how that feels, probably."

"Are you calling your savior stupid!"

"Ugh...forget it." I was too tired to argue and we reached my house.

My house wasn't far away, but this walk seemed like it took forever. We reached my door gateand I turned around to say thanks. But before I could say anything, his obnoxious voice beat me to it.

(Author's Note: People who are asking, most middle class houses and up in Japan and Korea have houses with thick tall walls and such surrounding the house and a gate where they identify themselves through an intercom.)

"Call me once you're inside."

"Sigh...why?"

"Just call me."

"Our phone's out of order."

"So...you're poor. I get it. Sorry."

"It's not like that!"

"Then do you have a cell phone?"

"Yeah..."

"Then call me with that."

"But, I don't have any minutes."

"Gosh, is it so complicated to even make a single phone call?"

"Is it so complicated to understand the situation?"

"Just go in. And don't walk alone late at night by yourself. Last time I saw you, you had a friend. Go around with her."

"Why, yes, father. Good bye."

"If you don't call..."

"Okay, okay, I get the point. Bye."

Going in, I realized he looked really great in a suit. Maybe today something special happened. As I looked back at the door, I realized that he wasn't that bad. Just tough to handle. I walked in the living room and no one was there still. Hm. Right. To call Trunks. I went back upstairs and faced my brother's door again. I knocked loudly.

"What."

"Can I come in?"

"No."

I opened the door and went inside anyway. I saw that he was on the internet. Sigh, so carefree, yet you don't know I was almost kidnapped.

"Can I please use your phone real quick?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't make me food."

"Sigh fine, I'll make it for you ten times this week."

"Hmmmm..."

"Want to make a contract or something?"

"...the paper's in the first drawer."

Ugh, the selfish brat. Just because he's in college, my parents praise him, letting him do anything he wants. After I wrote the contract, he approved, and stamped my thumb print, I finally got ahold of his phone.

"Use it here."

"Why?"

"Or you could just give me it back."

"Fine..." The phone started to ring and finally it picked up.

"Who is this!" Damn...his booming voice startled me.

"Uh...it's me...Pan."

"Oh..."

"Do you always answer the phone like that?"

"Yeah..." Silence.

"So...I called."

"Yeah..." Silence.

"Trunks! Can you open this?" I heard a girl whining at Trunks. Great. I could hear in the background Trunks responding,"You open it."

"So...yeah...um thanks for saving me."

"Yeah..." Silence. Sigh this was going no where.

"Hang up. It's been two minutes." What? I looked at my brother with a "are you kidding me" face.

"Hold on, a few more seconds." Hideki just glared at me. Suddenly Trunks boomed in again. So irritating to have two bastards grabbing for my attention.

"Why did you stop talking!"

"Oh...my brother-"

PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEEEEEEEEEP!

"What is that?" Trunks asked in a surprise tone. I looked over at my brother who was blowing hard into his recorder flute thing, producing screeching noises, while glaring at me. I was getting a headache...

"Ugh, listen, I'll call you back."

"Twelve sharp tomorrow."

"But, I have class."

"Don't kid me, it's lunch."

"Our schools are different."

"One then."

"Okay."

Beep beep beep beep

I looked at the phone. What...he hung up on me. Without saying good bye...bastard. I stared at my brother you now proceeded to chat online, with his hand outspread for the phone. Sigh, I had enough of stupid men today.

Hmmm...I forgot to call Uub...

About Trunks being super sensitive about the kiss...you'll see why. Also, you'll see in later chapters the REAL reason Trunks wanted her.