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Chapter 1

Heads I win, tails you lose

Pan stared. He didn't notice, of course. Nobody noticed. But when she was sure noone was looking, she stared.

How could she not? Trunks could very well have been the most perfect creature on the planet. She loved to watch him move, smile, look at everything as intently as she looked at him. She knew his behaviour by heart, from the way he talked to the seeming arrogance in his appearance.

She didn't know how she really felt about him. She was attracted to him as she had never been attracted to anybody else, she knew that for sure. His scent alone was enough to drive her crazy. His mere presence made her think only of how good it would feel to have his body against her, above her, in her. She knew she had a crush on him, big time. Fortunately she was so comfortable with him that him looking at her or touching her didn't make her blush. It made her weak in her knees, but he didn't know.

She had studied him for years, ever since the moment she noticed how beautiful he really was. She had known she was too young to do anything, then. But she had made herself a promise. When she was twenty, she had told herself, she would be old enough to act on that attraction.

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"So," Trunks asked, his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall of her house, smiling pleasantly at her. "What do you want for your birthday?"

Pan smirked slowly, inwardly debating as she silently admired the way his skin turned pale silver in the moonlight. Tell him or not? Challenge him? Provoke him? It was her only chance, she knew. Trunks was oblivious to hints, the only method that worked on him was the straight-forward one. He had promised to give her whatever she wanted, although she was sure he had something quite different in mind. Maybe a dog, or a vacation to a tropical island, or a car, possibly.

He was looking at her, his eyebrows raised. She looked back at him, still smirking in order to hide how he was making her feel. His mere presence was enough to drive her crazy with longing. From the way he filled out his shirts so very nicely to the way he brushed his hair out of his beautiful skyblue eyes, everything about him was enticing.

And he didn't know that. Although he knew the effect he had on women (oh boy, did he know! And that self-confident arrogance was dangerously attractive in its own way), he was oblivious to the fact that he had that same effect on her, little Panny-girl, his second baby-sister. He'd sooner expect Goten to fall for him than her.

He was in for a big surprise. Yes, she decided, she would tell him. There was nothing to lose. Although they had their ups and downs, their bond was too strong to break. Besides, she couldn't really regard him as a friend. Not anymore. Not when she felt like this.

"Well?" Trunks called, obviously puzzled when she kept silent.

Pan looked down at her feet, gathering courage. Despite her brave thoughts, she was scared to death. Wouldn't it be a better idea to sneak herself into his life even more and wait until she was certain he had feelings for her? It was safer, definitely, but what if someone snatched him away from her while she was waiting? No, she had to take the chance.

"You," she said, lifting her head to look up at him, her hair falling away from her face. She wiped it behind her ear in a thoughtless gesture as she glanced at him, waiting for his reaction.

"Me?" For a moment his face was blank, then it lightened up as he understood. Or thought so, at least. "Oh, like going somewhere, just the two of us? That's cool, Panny. You have a date in mind?"

Pan smiled slowly, amused, pushing her fear down until it was just a numb feeling in her stomach. "No, Trunks. I want you." She paused, still looking at him. "I want you," she repeated, her voice a few tones lower.

Trunks blinked. Then his eyebrows rose until he looked almost panicked. "Pan? What are you talking about?"

Pan sighed, her fear momentarily overruled by her exasperation. "I don't know how I can make this clearer for you." She paused again, thoughtful, then chuckled silently. "You promised I could have anything for my birthday."

Realisation finally seemed to hit him. "Not – not like that," he stuttered. "You can't have me!"

It felt like a slap in her face. She would slink away, she would tell him it was a joke, she would pretend this had never happened–

No. She had made a promise to herself. She would have him. No matter what, he was a guy and she was a girl. He might not notice the electricity between them, but that did not mean it was not there. Even if he was not and would never be attracted to her, she could still have him. If need be, alcohol could do the trick.

She looked up at him again, bracing herself. He was still staring at her, a bewildered look on his face.

"I want you, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, and I will have you," she said, her voice soft but tense, challenging him with her eyes as she stepped closer to him.

He shook his head, a bemused smirk appearing on his face, as if he still did not know what to think. "I'm not… I don't like you like that, Pan. It's impossible."

Again a slap in her face, but she laughed as if she did not care. "I am not asking, Trunks," she stated and again stepped closer to him. She was so close to him now that her toes touched his, but he did not back away. He merely looked at her, chin high, eyelids lowered, one brow raised, smirking. She recognised the look as amused disdain. Pretty much Trunks at his most dangerous – not to mention hottest.

"Then what is this, Pan? A bet?"

She laughed again. "I already told you, Trunks, this will happen. But if you want to lay a wager..."

"You're awfully confident, aren't you?" he said, smirking down at her. "What makes you so certain that you will... succeed?"

She looked at him, startled for a moment. Because I know, she answered silently. Because there is no way I can want you this much and not have you. Life can't be that unfair.

But she didn't tell him that. Instead she leaned forward until she almost touched her body to his, letting her body heat and her scent wash over him. "Because you're a man and I'm a woman," she said, her voice low and sultry, her breath tickling the bare skin of his collarbones. She lifted her head up, all but brushing his earlobe with her lips. "What makes you so certain that you don't want me?" she whispered and immediately backed away, jumping in the air. "Fine, Trunks Vegeta Briefs. It's a bet. And one you can't win, either." She smiled, knowing without a doubt that her smile was more Vegeta-like than Goku-like at the moment, in spite of her genes.

"Happy birthday," he called after her as she jumped through the window into her room.

She smiled to herself, amazed by her daring and somehow terribly amused. "I'd better go to sleep before I realise what I've done," she muttered, still grinning, and ran to the bathroom.

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AN: I'm starting new stories waaay too often. shakes head at self But I loved this idea too much to not immediately start. As you can guess, this is to be continued (and I think the next chapters will be longer, because this is awfully short). And I know the title is lame, but it's the song's title! (so yeah, that makes it a songfic, though you won't be seeing the lyrics anywhere besides the chapter title). Also: still needing a beta-reader glances at Faer Still busy with your exams?