I know I know…there wasn't that much romance in the last chapter…but hopefully the writing was semi-okay…

Disneyland tour guide voice Aaaaand now in chapter two, we see things from Trunks' poooint of view…

That would only be funny if you've ever been to Disneyland and ridden on the Storybook Adventures or something.

Here goes:

Of course he'd noticed she was attractive. How could he miss it? There had been a period of denial, where he had tried to convince himself that her long slender legs were still the awkward appendages of her childhood and that her silky black hair was still pinned up under an orange bandanna, but it was hard to ignore the fact that she'd become gorgeous almost overnight. Even harder to ignore was the insistent clawed beast which rose into his chest every time he saw her with a boyfriend, although he'd automatically blamed his hot anger on brotherly love. But being attracted to a best friend and 5-years-younger woman with a vengeful father was an impossibility and so he had ruled it out entirely. Besides, it was painfully obvious that Pan wasn't going through the same awkward phase as he was—he doubted she'd ever had any attraction to him whatsoever. All of these thoughts however, had never scratched the surface of his consciousness—only subconsciously did the thought of attraction rear its messy head.

What made this subliminal awkwardness even harder was the fact that they'd always been close—closer sometimes than even he and Goten. Yet now it was getting harder and harder to spend time with her due to his ever-increasing work load. Lately Bulma had been dumping extra work on him in anticipation of his new business associate. Actually, he'd been drifting away from Pan for the last year, but long nights at the office seemed to numb the persistent loneliness he seemed to feel without her. She hadn't seemed too effected by his rather noticeable absence, which had stung a little, but best friends drifted all the time, didn't they?

Now, with all of the excitement over hiring Ken Gleeson, he had somehow managed to not see her for three months running. He had just never had the time to call or make plans with her. Once again, he hadn't noticed any regret on her part. A little voice inside of him told him that it did matter to Pan and that he was pushing her away to keep himself away from the dangers of attraction, but usually whenever it spoke up he silenced it with piles of paperwork or pretty blonde business associates.

"Pan Son. It's a beautiful name." The first thing that Trunks noted about Ken after hiring him was his mastery of the opposite sex. With a quick glance between Pan and Ken he took in the casual posture, (one hand in the pocket, the other shaking Pan's gently), the tiny upturn of the mouth which insinuated that laughter was waiting to escape from behind his lips and his blue eyes, and the careful tone of voice, which revealed only a hint of interest while remaining cool and professional. Trunks also noted, with an alarm bell clanging somewhere deep in his chest, that Pan seemed to be taken in by Ken's smooth demeanor—no easy feat by any means considering Pan's standards. That's fine, Trunks thought to himself, trying to take his mind off of the mysterious twinkle in Pan's eyes, Ken and I will not only be business partners, but the two bachelor scourges of the female world.

"So Pan, this is…ah…Ken Gleeson. He, um, he's already introduced himself I see." For some reason Trunks was having a hard time finding words to match his thoughts.

Without removing her eyes from Ken, Pan replied, "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Gleeson." Ken seemed to have his eyes riveted onto Pan's.

"Call me Ken, please."

All of a sudden it seemed urgent that Trunks intervene to stop something that he knew instinctively would turn out to be much more serious than intended. "Actually Panny, I feel like I should reintroduce myself, I haven't seen you in so long. How're you doing?" He chuckled at the end, but it made him seem more anxious than good-natured.

After what seemed like an eternity, she shifted her eyes onto Trunks, but when she did, the result was not satisfying. There was a blue fire there that was usually only reserved for the rare few who ever hurt her or her friends. Yet outwardly she was smiling at him. His heart skipped several beats in pure terror. "Yes, reintroduce yourself Trunks. It'll be great—Ken and I can get to know the new you together."

Trunks cleared his throat nervously, but the unbearable silence wouldn't slide away. Even Ken, who was slightly less aware of the tension in the room, shifted uncomfortably on his feet and looked away distractedly. Only when a bubbling Bra burst into the room was the moment of discomfort over. "Pan, what's taking you so long with the frickin' lemon—Oh! Well hello there! I don't believe we've met before Mr.—"

"Mr. Gleeson. Actually, Ken Gleeson—call me Ken."

Bra looked Ken up and down slowly and obviously, absorbing his tall, muscular physique, suntanned skin, gorgeous blue eyes and sandy blond hair with one pass of her scrutinizing eyes. Then, in a not unexpected turn of events, she began to throw herself at him shamelessly.

Normally Trunks and Pan would have shared a look of disbelief, followed by wordless expressions of hilarity, but today the look he got from Pan was just as cold as it had been earlier. Besides that, and to Trunks' surprising dismay, Ken didn't seem to be falling into Bra's mantrap—which was patented and guaranteed to win the heart of any man. Instead he was chatting with her politely, but with no interest. Trunks even caught him stealing glances at Pan (who returned them readily, her eyes already being trained upon him) with a much more meaningful look in his eyes than was being conveyed to Bra.

This was all going terribly wrong.

"Where did you say you were from again?" Bra asked, batting her eyelashes and inching steadily closer to Ken.

"Amity. You probably wouldn't know it. It's a small town just outside of Orange."

Whatever this was, it was turning into a nightmare. Trunks wanted to get away from the high-strung emotions of everyone in the room and separate these people from each other so he could find out what was wrong with Pan. He waited for Bra to take a breath and then intervened. "Well listen you two, I'm glad you go to meet Ken, but I've got to take him to the office to get him paperwork in triplicate that he'll need to fill out before he can officially begin, and I've got to get it done before four, because I've got a meeting. I'm sure you girls will get to see him soon enough."

He turned Ken around forcefully and marched him towards the front door. Ken turned back and gave Pan a hopeful half-wave before he was pushed through the swinging kitchen door. She returned it with a smile and a wave of her own, whereas Trunks' pleading eyes earned only another cold stare.

Once outside in the fresh air, Trunks sighed and directed Ken to the passenger seat of his red convertible '74 Mustang. His head was spinning from only a few minutes of conversation. He realized suddenly that he'd been completely silent, creating even more awkwardness between himself and Ken. With immense effort, he struggled to make conversation, but the only thing that came out was, "So what did you think?"

"About what?"

"About her."

"Bra?"

"No."

"Pan?"

"Yes."

"I thought…" Ken was obviously about to reveal his true thoughts when he caught a glimpse of Trunks, who was hunched over at the wheel, glaring broodingly at the road. "I thought she seemed like a nice person. It seems as if you two are close friends."

Trunks fought hard to bite back a contemptible laugh. Yeah, they were best buddies—except his best friend had been replaced with a frigid look-a-like. "Yeah, she's nice. She and Bra are both nice. They've been best friends for a while…I hope they don't start drifting apart…"

As he flew along at thirty miles over the speed limit, Trunks made a mental resolution to talk with Pan as soon as Ken could be sent home.

Whoop…es todo! Thanks to my first couple of reviewers! You guys make me blush I hope you liked that chapter just a little—SEXUAL TENSION! Who doesn't love that? Anywho, escribame si le gustaba el capítulo…or in English: write me if you liked the chapter. Review!