I Can't Wait
Chapter1: A Challenge Accepted
"Hey Bra if the punishment is like that shouldn't the bet be a little more exciting for both opponents?" Goten asked while making a thinking face.
"Well Goten that's really up to Pan and Trunks." Bra stated as she looked at him.
"So then what do you guys say? Sweeten up the deal to fit such a promising reward for the loser or what?" Goten asked as he looked at Pan and Trunks.
Pan looked a little unsure, but after a moment of silence Trunks spoke up.
"Fine, how about this then? Pan you wear one of those outfits to any place, party or whatever of my choosing until you have worn allofthe outfits in which letting me know the last time I call you, you wear the first outfit you did on day one of the bet." Trunks offered.
Pan considered his words for a moment.
"And to make the game a little more interesting, every time you complain or disagree with a place Bra sends you back out to the mall and buy another outfit and once you reached your quota of 5 you lose the bet." He added.
"Hey! You can't just add on new rules! Especially since they benefit you!" Pan protest as she stomped her foot.
"WELL I guess I can since I just did." Trunks replied.
Pan snarled and Trunks only looked at her smirking.
"Aw, what's the matter Pan afraid?" He mocked.
Pan growled darkly and her eyes glow white as a white aura appeared around her.
"I'm not afraid!"
Goten and Bra wisely jumped back from Pan, wide-eyed at her sudden reaction. Not one for being so easily intimidated Trunks powered up too.
"I accept." Pan hissed as she reached her hand out to shake Trunks'. Trunks reached out to shake her hand and as they shook he began to smirk and chuckle somewhat evilly. And from the sudden clash of powers a type of static reaction accured around their hands.
'You don't know what you just gotten yourself into Pan.' Trunks thought.
With that said and done everyone went to their respective rooms for the night once Bulma and Vegeta were finished. The next day Pan had went home to finish boxing up her room as she was moving out of her parents house and into a new apartment they helped her get as a early 18th birthday present.
Then after that Pan and Bra went to school for graduation and before anyone knew it, a week had slipped pasted everyone. And with the days so did the bet slipped away from Pan's memory.
And she wouldn't have remembered either if it weren't for an unexpected, or unwanted for that matter, ring of Pan's cell phone as she was cruising her little way on to work.
'Who couldbe calling me at 6:30 in the morning?' Pan thought. (A/N-job is farther way from her now that she's in the apartment.)
"Hello?" Pan asked unsure as she answered her phone. "Hey Pan. Don't you know who this is? You sound a little unsure." Trunks teased on the other line.
"Trunks." Pan growled as she veered her engine driving even faster on the empty highway road than before.
"Aw…Don't sound TOO pleasant to hear me now." Trunks said sarcastically.
"Shouldn't you be working or something and not harassing innocent young women on their way to work?" Pan answered annoyed.
"Well actually that is what I've called to discuss with you." "About your work?" Pan asked quizzically as she began slowing down as she entered city limits.
"You do remember the bet we made last week don't you?" Trunks asked ignoring her previous question.
It took a moment, but then the memory all came back to her and hit her like a train wreck.
"Yes, I remember." She said hotly as she began to speed up again.
"Well then I hope you don't have anything planned for tonight because I have found our first spot to jump start this little bet." Trunks said casually.
"Where at Trunks?" Pan sighed knowing full well that he was about to say something she wouldn't like one little bit.
"Our first little arrangement shall be at tonight's expected Capsule Corp. and England Port Company dinner." Trunks answered.
"WHAT! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR PURPLE -HEAD MIND!" Pan screeched.
Trunks dropped the phone as he rushed his hands to his aching ears.
'Damn she got some lungs on her.' Trunks thought as he bent down and picked up the phone cautiously holding the receiver away from his sensitive ears until he was sure she was done screaming.
"Calm down will you. It's not like I asked you to a strip club or something." Trunks said trying to calm her down some. "Listen for a moment you pervert! I can't go to something like that dressed with what I have!" Pan complained. "Well now is that my problem?" Trunks said unmoved.
A growl on the other line was his answer.
"Oh and Pan I think you just wasted one of your complain passes. Since you and the others didn't go shopping for something elegant and with class I think that maybe you'll just have to go back to the mall with Bra and pick something out for tonight then since you have to get a new attire." Trunks said.
Trunks only response was the monotone sound of the deadline as Pan had hung up on him. Trunks smirked a little before he too ended his line.
'Only a matter of time before I have myself a new personal slave.' He thought as he continued where he left off at his study.
'That jerk the nerve of him!' Pan thought angrily as she walked out of thebuilding in a huff.
First off she did have plans and secondly he just made her cancel for something as lame as a boring snooze feast meeting.
"That idiot just thinks he can go around bossing people." She mumbled as she opened the driver side of her door. She already knew Bra was at the mall so all there was left to do was go in, get something fancy, yet still her, and get the hell out unseen by anyone she so much as found a threat to her reputation.
Finally the evening of the big meeting came and Bulma and Trunks sat at the Finer Things Resturant, a new classy food place that had opened up a year ago and had become quite popular to eat at for the rich and famous.
"Stop worrying mom everything will run smoothly." Trunks said to his mother. "I don't know Hun." Bulma said unsure.
"Mother my date and the head of England port will show. There is no need to worry. I promise you this."Trunks spoke again.
"But what if the head of England Port doesn't like our preposal." "Mother he'll have no choice but to like it. You're one of the most rich and powerful women in the world, not to mention smart. I'm sure we'll be able to pull this off." Trunks replied as he grabbed his mother's hand reassuringly.
Bulma smiled at her son. "You're right. I'm worrying over nothing." She said as she pulled her hand back and began to smooth out the bottom of her baby blue gown.
"But I wish your date would learn to be a little more timely. She's over an half an hour late Trunks." Bulma complained. "Who was your date again?"
"Don't worry about that mom. Wether I have a date or not doesn't mean a thing right now. So stop worrying! I mean it's not like we're going to get England Port to join us if I have the most perfect date ever right?" Trunks reasoned.
In his head though he was smiling, as he knew for a fact Pan hated meetings like the one they were getting ready to have and that she would more than likely just give up the bet right then and there.
But he didn't get the chance to celebrate too long because soon their waiter had came over with the annoucement of Pan's arrival.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but Mr. Briefs your date, Miss Son, has arrived." The waiter said as he half bowed and extended an arm out to where, supposedly, Pan was walking over.
When she appeared at that moment Trunks' mouth dropped. Pan had looked over at him and when she noticed his expression she smirked slightly and continued to saunter her way over to the table.
"Pan is that you?" Bulma asked shocked once Pan stood at the table.
!Stop Here!
A/n- okay so what was she wearing that got Trunks' face looking like 'wo!'? Review for me please and you'll find out. I promise to you all I'll update faster than I did this time, but I had gotten writers block so what can I say besides sorry.
I would like to thank all of you had reviewed that I will acknowledge you and answer all your questions from this chapter and the last next update.