Hi. I know, it's been ages.

I wrote this earlier this year, along with a bunch of other drabbles and halfway finished concepts for a new fic. As I'm not currently feeling the desire to write, fucking work and depression are draining as hell, I'm just going through my fic folders and trying to rediscover that spark.

So the premise for this vignette is this: Trunks and Pan are in a secret relationship, have been for some time, and Pan's decided that she's finally had enough of all the secrecy. Trunks doesn't share her feelings, and shit happens. It's been done a million times, so what's one more? Enjoy the read.

P.S. This vignette, and others from the same 'verse' or whatever will be referred to as the "Growing Pains 'verse". That was going to be the name of the fic once I got it all together. Of course, that never happened.

There's a lemon at the very beginning, btw. You've been warned.

Pan glanced down at the warm sticky fluid running down the inside of her thighs and cursed softly. She sat on the toilet to pee as steam from the shower quickly filled the bathroom, grumbling under her breath at Trunks for skipping out on the condom. Once her bladder was empty, she quickly wiped and jumped into the shower to wash the evidence of sex from her skin.

A soft shiver ran down the brunette's spine as the warm spray hit her sweat-damp flesh, and she bit back a content moan. She spun slowly in place, letting the hot water sluice over her entire body. As she slid her hands over the sides of her neck to lift her damp locks away from her nape, a cool gust of air swept into the shower stall.

Pan had only a moment to spin around before she was swept up and pinned against the warm marble wall with a very interested saiyan Prince settled between her toned thighs. His eyes were dark with lust, and the quarter saiyan could only swallow thickly as her own arousal roared to life in response.

"T-Trunks—"

Her breath left her in a rush as his wonderful cock slid into her body, driving a breathy cry from her pink lips.

A sharp damp staccato slap picked up as Trunks pressed Pan against the wall, thrusting into her with just enough restrain to not put them both through the shower wall. The steam clouding the air made the musky scent of their coupling even more pronounced.

"Yes," Pan rasped, "god yes, yes, yes, yes!" In this position, pinned and held up with only Trunks' arms and the wall behind her providing support, Pan felt utterly helpless and at the demi saiyan's mercy… and she loved every last bit of it. She threw her head back and wailed, she felt so full of him like this.

"Damn," Trunks growled against the soft skin of Pan's throat, "such a slut for me, aren't you Panny?" he purred, voice hitching with each thrust, "didn't even take you a second to get all nice and wet for me, did it?"

Pan felt a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal filling her gut; she really had gotten wet not even a second after he interrupted her shower. She didn't have long to dwell on that before Trunks was pulling out of her, spinning her around and driving into her from behind.

A hot, coarse palm smoothed down Pan's side and over her lower abdomen, and two thick fingers parted her lower lips and began frigging her clit. Her brown eyes crossed and she screamed, the shrill noise echoing off of the marble walls.

Trunks chuckled and forced her to bend slightly, growling at what the shift in angle did sensation-wise. He leaned over her back so his lips were right by her ear, "I can feel you fluttering," he crooned huskily, "gonna cream for me, sweetness? Gonna squirt all over my cock?"

Pan's knees trembled, threatening to buckle beneath her. Between the thick hot rod of flesh driving in and out of her folds and the fingers circling her clit at the speed of light, it was a wonder she hadn't already exploded into ecstasy. Those filthy words whispered in that incredibly sexy voice were her undoing, and she crested with a sharp cry.

Trunks groaned at the absurdly tight clench of Pan's insides around his cock, completely ignorant of the high pitched keen reverberating through the bathroom. It was a struggle to keep fucking into her tight heat when she kept clenching so sinfully around him. He hilted inside her with a mangled groan, spurting deep into her twitching channel.

Pan shoved the fingers on her clit away with a soft mewl. It took everything in her to keep upright when her knees wanted to give way.

"We can't," she paused to clear her throat, "we can't keep doing this." It was hard to put words together post-orgasm, her mind felt halfway melted from the intense climax.

Trunks' hips twitched against her backside; she could tell he was reaching the end of his orgasm. He wouldn't be worth any sort of conversation for a good five minutes at least.

Pan braced her hands against the wall of the shower, twice in a fucking row with no condom… oh well, at least I've got my shot. She cursed as her lover went limp, draping himself over her back like a sloth.

Pan carefully extricated herself from Trunks and returned to her shower. She pulled the handheld showerhead from its holder and used it to wash the excess fluids from her lower regions.

"Sorry about that," Trunks smiled sheepishly, "got another itch, that's all."

"Uh huh," Pan muttered, "it's fine." Her voice was curt, her words clipped. Trunks cocked his head to the side, "aw, what's the matter Pan-chan?"

"How many times are we going to do this?" Pan spun around to face him, eyes flashing with mild ire, "sneaking around on secret dates and hooking up like fucking teenagers? It was fun when I was 18 but I'm gonna be 26 this year," she frowned to herself, "I want more than a long ass string of what basically equates to quickies, "friendly" but private lunch and dinner dates, and one night stands."

"But this works for us," Trunks grabbed her by the hips, trying to pull her flush with his front, "c'mon Panny, it's still fun for me."

"It's fun for you because you're a fucking child, you always have been," she sneered, jerking away from him, "I'm done, Trunks. I mean it. I've told you so many times that I want more than this," her voice hitched a bit, "and you've made it clear you just want me for the sex, so why the hell should I bother keeping this shit up when it's just making me miserable in the long run?"

Trunks blanched, "That's not – I don't – Panny," he looked contrite, "I don't just want you for the sex, Dende," he uttered, "I love you."

"Don't bullshit me," she snapped, "I love you too, but you know how I feel about this. Every time I bring it up, you change the subject, distract me with little presents and food and sex like I'm just gonna forget and let it go."

"Now you're making me sound like a manipulative pervert," the lavender haired saiyan drawled, "you consented rather enthusiastically if I do say so myself." He smirked salaciously, trying to amuse her.

Pan scowled at him, "I never said I didn't consent, you asshole," kami, WHY do I love you so much it hurts to breathe when you don't even want to be seen with me in public, "I'm gonna finish showering and then I'm gone. After that, leave me the hell alone."

"Oh please," Trunks rolled his eyes, "I'll give you a week. Two, even. Then you'll be back to making puppy dog eyes from under my desk while my cock's halfway down your throat."

Pan flushed bright red at the vivid memory and looked away, ashamed. Trunks had loved it, and she had too, but it was far from her proudest moment.

The saiyan royal reached out and grabbed Pan's hands, gazing at her imploringly, "We don't need to change anything, sweetness. It's such a good thing."

"If it's such a good thing, why the hell is it a secret?" Pan hissed, snatching her hands back, "it's not because I wanted it to be."

Trunks sighed sharply, annoyed, "I'm fourteen years older than you, people are gonna talk…"

"And? People talk about everything!" the quarter saiyan threw her hands out sharply at her sides, "I don't care about people, I don't care about anyone else and what they might think, hell, I don't even give a fuck if Papa's not happy about it. I just… I can't keep going like this, like I'm your dirty little secret."

"You are not my dirty little secret, Pan." Trunks insisted, "and you might not care about what people think, but I do. My job kind of hinges on that kind of thing. My investors, my partners; imagine if we went public and they decided they didn't like me being in a relationship with someone so much younger than me? Capsule Corp could tank because of it!"

"So your damn company is more important than your relationship with me, is that it?" Pan demanded, "it's been 8 goddamn years of this bullshit and I am sick of it," tears flooded Pan's eyes, "I don't want to do this anymore, Trunks. I'm sorry but I can't."

"Pan-chan…"

"Why the hell are you with me? If our age difference is such a fucking problem?" she demanded angrily, "why do you keep stringing me along when nothing will come of it?"

"I'm not stringing you along, I love you!" Trunks declared, "I'm in love with you, I just— it's complicated."

"That's… you know what," she laughed derisively, "fuck this and fuck you. I'm done. So done. Beyond done. I'm not gonna be your secret whore anymore. And I won't be back under your desk waiting to suck your dick this time, or ever again."

Pan shoved past him and exited the shower, "I'll shower at my place." She flared her ki just enough to dry herself off without alerting anyone sensitive to ki to her close proximity to Trunks so late at night. The brunette hastily dressed in the clothing she'd been wearing when they'd arrived at the penthouse apartment earlier in the evening and left through the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony.

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"What," Bra drawled sarcastically, not looking up as she gradually added flour to her stand mixer, "did you run off to screw my brother again?" the lack of a response, snarky or otherwise, caught her attention, and she flicked the mixer off and turned to face her best friend.

Pan was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, half-dressed in the clothing she'd been wearing at the club they'd gone out to. She was trembling from head to toe and tears were streaming down her face.

"Pan-chan…"

"I broke it off," Pan managed to spit, "for good this time. Bra, you were right," she admitted morosely, "I should've never… I should've… I…" she buried her face in her hands, weeping in earnest.

Bra rounded the island counter and drew her best friend into a tight hug, "oh honey… I'm so sorry." Pan buried her face in the bluenette's shoulder and sobbed, the noise wrenching at Bra's heartstrings. She pulled away briefly to try and explain, but her words were too garbled for her friend to understand.

"Just let it out," Bra soothed, "you can tell me after."

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Pan was lounging in a bevy of bubbles with a glass of merlot in hand, with Bra sitting cross legged next to the tub and Marron perched on the toilet. The other two women were dressed in their pajamas.

"I told him I was tired of all the sneaking around and hiding our relationship and he basically told me that public opinion and his job mattered more to him than going public and letting the pieces fall wherever the hell they end up falling. Is that too much to ask?" she asked rhetorically, "not having to keep what we have under wraps?"

"No, it's not." Marron raised her own glass of wine to her lips for a sip.

"Hell no," Bra declared, "I can't believe he's worried about the investors turning their noses up when the bulk of them are old ass men with wives and girlfriends that are even younger than you." She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, "is he really that insecure about being older than you? Goten's 12 years older than me and it doesn't bother either of us."

"Trunks is different," Pan settled deeper in the bubbles, "he can be so hot and cold sometimes, it's frustrating trying to get a read on him." She raised the glass of wine to her lips and sipped at it methodically, letting the robust flavor play over her tongue.

"He probably gets it from Dad."

"He thinks I'll come crawling back," Pan muttered bitterly, "and I have in the past but I can't… I can't keep doing that shit. I want," she swallowed, "I don't want to be with him anymore if it means being kept a secret. I want to be with someone who's not afraid of what people say about being with me, someone who doesn't make me feel like they're ashamed to be seen with me."

Marron frowned sadly, "Pan-chan, you really think he's ashamed of you?"

"I know in my mind that he isn't but I'm… sometimes it's hard not to go there." The quarter saiyan traced the lip of her glass with the tip of her nail, "I never thought I'd be this shallow…"

"This isn't being shallow," Bra shook her head, "you deserve someone who doesn't give a fuck about what people think of them being with you. Wanting that affirmation doesn't make you shallow."

I have a bunch of other shots that stem from this that I may or may not post. I just don't know if I will or won't. We'll see.

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