Pan followed Bulla into the latter girl's bedroom. Unlike Pan's room, Bulla's room was fully decorated. Instead of barren white walls, Bulla had light pink walls. All the furniture in her room was white. There was an enormous bed with an assortment of pillows. On the wall opposite of her king size bed was an elegant desk with an enormous mirror. Bulla's room looked like something out of a magazine.
"Sit on the stool, let me get my tools so we can start the magic." Bulla almost squealed. She placed the bags onto her bed and walked into the enormous bathroom. Pan could hear her shuffling around in the bathroom, grabbing tools that Pan had no idea what they done or how to use them. That was thing about Bulla and Pan, despite being best friends they were total opposites. Bulla was gorgeous, girly, and everything any man could dream about. While Pan was everything opposite Bulla, she wasn't gorgeous and most certainly wasn't girly, or everything a man could dream about. She was probably every man's worse nightmare.
Pan sat down on the white stool and waited, like she was told. Bulla came bouncing out of the bedroom, placing an assortment of styling tools and makeup on her desk. She pulled Pan's bangs back with a hair band and started her work.
Bulla put concealers, liquid foundations, and powders onto her face. Pan wrinkled her nose up when some of the powder went up Pan's nose, causing her to sneeze.
"Close your eyes." Bulla said, turning around to gather some light eyeshadow onto a brush. Pan done as she told, trying not to twitch her eyes so Bulla wouldn't scold her. Pan could feel the brush being pressed lightly on her eyelid. When Pan felt the brush lift off her eyelids, she slightly opened one eye to see Bulla pulling out a small black cylinder. She popped off the cap and rolled the end, causing a smaller black cylinder with a point to pop up.
"What's that?" Pan asked, one eye slightly opened and the other squeezed shut.
"Its eyeliner, I'm not going to do much but I am going to add enough to make your gorgeous eyelashes pop more. Close your eyes again." Bulla commanded. Pan sat there as she felt the eyeliner tug slightly at each of her eyelids. The tugging was uncomfortable. Pan honestly didn't know how Bulla could stand to sit through this torture every morning.
"Are you done?" Pan asked, she was starting to get impatient.
"Almost, I need you to open your eyes so I can put some mascara on." Bulla replied, picking up what Pan assumed was mascara, "Look up."
Pan done as she was told, opening her eyes and looking up. Bulla applied the mascara and it was torture. It took everything in Pan not to blink. She didn't like how close the brush was to her eye and it was making her eyes start to water.
"All done!" Bulla exclaimed, slapping her hands together. "Now time for your hair." Bulla pulled Pan's hair down out of the messy bun and begin brushing the tangles out. Each time Bulla snagged a tangle, Pan would jump and curse. Bulla would tell her to stop being such a baby and would go on about her business. They would repeat this process over and over again until finally Bulla had her hair all brushed out. Once Pan's hair was brushed out, she separated her hair into sections and begin curling Pan's hairs.
About thirty minutes later, Bulla sat the curling iron down and spritzed Pan's hair with some hairspray to ensure her hard work lasted the night. She then stepped back and admired her work. Bulla looked exceptionally pleased with her hard work.
"You look amazing, take a look!" Bulla stepped away from the mirror giving Pan a good look in the mirror.
Pan stared in awe into the mirror. There was no way the girl staring back at her was her own reflection. Instead of her normal long and stick straight hair, it hung in amazingly luscious curls, perfectly framing her face. Her dark eyes popping even more thanks to the eyeshadow and eyeliner that flicked it out to little wings on the end. Her eye lashes even thicker and fuller. The girl starring back at Pan was beautiful. All Pan could mumble was wow. Bulla really had done amazing job.
"I'll lay out your outfit and leave so you can change." Bulla walked over to the bed, pulling out a cute little black dress, a black lacy lingerie set, and a pair of red heels. Once she was satisfied with everything, she walked out of the room. "Come to the kitchen when you're changed! I want to see." And with that Bulla left the room.
Pan walked over to the bed, eyeing the outfit on the bed. The dress wasn't something Pan would really ever wear and the heels would probably end up with her falling flat on her face. Pan took off her sweatpants and tank top, holding them, and then laying them on the bed. She picked up the lingerie set. The lingerie set was extremely skimpy and sexy. Pan blushed, there was no way she was wearing this. But, she didn't have a bra that would be hidden in the dress. So against her better judgement, Pan changed into the lingerie set and slipped on the dress. Once fully dressed, she grabbed the high heels and then headed down to the kitchen.
The hem of the dress, barely reaching the halfway mark on her thighs and it just kept rising itself higher and higher on her leg. Pan tugged and pulled at the dress trying to keep from anymore of her skin from showing. She already felt so out of place as is. There was no way she was going to walk around in an outfit that she was known for criticizing. Pan was so busy tugging at the hem of her dress, that she didn't see Vegeta pop around the corner before it was too late. Pan slammed into Vegeta's chest and landed, once more, flat on her butt.
"Watch it!" Pan snapped, but stopped when she looked up to see none other than Vegeta, wearing nothing but a towel tied loosely around his hips. His skin and hair still damp from the shower. Pan blushed when she realized just how low the towel was. She had a very nice view of his muscular chest and amazing sculpted abs giving away to a slight 'V' that caused Pan to blush even more. One of his muscular arms was propped onto his hip and the other holding onto the top of the fluffy white towel. Pan couldn't help but stare in amazement. Despite his age, Vegeta was gorgeous, anyone could see that. He was extremely good looking and usually when he went out women were drooling at his feet. No wonder Bulma had been attracted to him in the first place. Even if he did have the personality of a stump.
"I was watching where I was going, brat, you were the one who wasn't watching where she was going." Vegeta snapped, removing his hand from the towel. The towel gave a little and Pan thought she was going to pass out from embarrassment. She was praying that her cheeks weren't as red as they felt.
Vegeta had been walking down the hallway from the bathroom to his bedroom. He mentally scolded himself for being so careless and forgetting to grab some new clothes before he got in the shower. The minute he walked around the corner, he saw her. He stopped dead in his tracks and couldn't help but stare. The dress she was wearing gave teasing glances of her cleavage and the upper part of her thighs. The dress clinging tightly to her body in all the right places. Her long hair was placed perfectly in gorgeous curls and the makeup she adorn on her face wasn't too much, just enough to make her already amazing features to be even more magnificent. Vegeta adjusted his towel slightly, hoping to hide his reaction to the young saiyan girl. He couldn't help the smirk when that adorable blush found its way onto her cheeks or the innocent way she would try to divert her eyes but was failing miserably.
"Next time, try to pay more attention brat." Vegeta said a little harsher than he meant to, before walking away. He hoped it didn't look like he was running away. If he had stood there any longer he would have lost all control and done something rash. The one thing he didn't want to do.
Pan just looked baffled as Vegeta walked away. What's his problem? Must still be furious at Trunks. Pan stood up, brushing off the skirt of her dress before she stumbled her way down into the kitchen.
Pan slowly peaked around the corner to the kitchen to see who all was in the kitchen. The maid was working away at cleaning the counter tops and Bulla was leaning against the table, her phone in hand. Sometimes Pan wondered if Bulla could survive without her phone. The phone was pretty much another limb for the young adult. Bulla looked up from her phone when she heard Pan walk into the kitchen, a huge smile spreading across her lips.
"Absolutely stunning! Trunks isn't going to know what hit him." Bulla said, walking over to Pan and inspecting the younger saiyan girl.
Pan just blushed, "I don't know if this is really me. I don't feel comfortable in this and the dress keeps rising up!" she exclaimed, tugging the dress down as she did so.
"I'm sure you'll get used to it. Besides, you look amazing! I think it suites you perfect." Bulla smiled, "I know this is new for you but at least give it a shot. You're going to be twenty-two, it's time you get out there, show the boys what they're missing!"
Pan just kind of shrugged. She guessed Bulla was right, she was twenty-one and hadn't even had one date since before they left for outer space in search for the black star dragon balls. But still, it didn't feel right to her. Sure she could pretend this was the girl she was, only it wasn't. Pan wasn't the girl that walked with confidence that she could conquer the world in stilettos and never let anything get her down. Pan was the girl who hid herself in the background and stayed away from social activities. She was a girl who couldn't take much more of this harsh and cruel world before she finally shattered beyond repair. Each day, Pan wondered when the inevitable would happen and she would be forced to lose someone all over again. This girl in the black dress, red heels, and curled hair would never be Pan…no matter how hard she tried.
Pan started to say something but the door opening interrupted her thoughts. Trunks came walking in the kitchen. He was wearing a white button shirt with a black blazer and a pair of dark denim jeans. He did look rather nice, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Wow, Pan. You look….amazing!" Trunks said, walking over to Pan.
"Thanks, you do too." Pan said, a little under her breathe.
"You ready?" Trunks asked, sticking his arm out for Pan to take.
Pan took one last look at Bulla, who nodded and smiled. Pan turned back around to look at Trunks and then took his arm. Trunks lead Pan out the door and to the corporate limo. The limo driver opened the door and stuck his hand out to help Pan climb into the car. Trunks followed behind and the limo driver shut the door.
"Where to Mr. Briefs?" The limo driver asked through the opening in the wall before Pan.
Pan didn't pay any attention as Trunks told him where they were going. She was too busy taking in her amazing surroundings. Despite living at Capsule Corp. for over six years, this was the first time she had ever rode in Trunks' limo. It just wasn't something Pan had any desire to do, but now she knew why Trunks traveled everywhere in his limo. The interior of the car was a light grey. There was three leather bench seats, the one Pan and Trunks were sitting on and then one to their left and one to their right. On the wall ahead of them, next to the limo driver's window, was a small flat screen TV. In between the seat that Pan was sitting on and the one on their left was a small tan shelf, on top the shelf was a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket. On both sides of the bucket were two gorgeous crystal champagne glasses.
"Do you like?" Trunks asked, as the car began to take off. He couldn't help but smile at Pan's bewilderment. From where Trunks was sitting he could get a nice few of Pan's cleavage. He had no idea she had such any amazing figure due to her constant wearing of baggy clothes all the time. But now he could see she had blossomed into gorgeous woman with an amazing figure.
"It's nice." Pan replied, fiddling her hands in her lap. A habit she had picked up when she was nervous. She either fiddled her hands or chewed on her bottom lip when she got nervous. Sometimes she even done both at once.
The rest of the car ride was full of small talk. Trunks would say or ask something and Pan would respond with a one word answer and look out the window. It wasn't that Pan didn't enjoy talking to Trunks, it was just that something felt strange to her. Pan felt that Trunks was trying too hard to impress her and it wasn't doing anything but making that uneasy feeling grow. Should she tell Trunks that she doesn't really like him that? No, of course not. That would only hurt his feelings and she may be broken hearted but she wasn't cruel hearted. After the date, if he asked her again she would just simply tell him she wasn't interested in dating and that she was sorry. While Pan was deep in thought, Trunks took the opportunity to place his hand onto Pan's upper thigh.
Pan glazed down when she felt something touch her thigh. Trunks' hand was placed on her leg, a little too high up for her comfort. How could she tell him that this was making her uncomfortable without offending him? The last thing she wanted was to offend her best friend's brother. So, with no idea how to talk to Trunks she let him leave his hand on her thigh, where he rubbed almost soothing small circles. .
After about ten minutes the car pulled to a stop. The limo driver climbed out of the car, walked to their door, and opened it. Trunks climbed out first, offering his hand to help Pan climb out.
"Where are we?" Pan asked as she stared at the building in front of them. It was a small black building with a neon sign hanging above the door that read "The Hot Spot". A large, muscular man was standing next to the door and a line of people stretched down the sidewalk.
When some of the girls in the crowd caught sight of Trunks they begin to scream and whistle. Trunks waved in their direction, flashing a smile at the same time before grabbing Pan's hand and leading her to the door. Trunks skipped the enormous line and walked to the door. The large man at the door, uncrossed his arms and flashed a smile at Trunks.
"Ah, Mr. Briefs, welcome to the club." The man removed the red rope in front of the door and let Trunks and Pan into the club.
Inside, music blared, colorful lights flashed across the floor, and people were dancing all around. Pan, without realizing, stepped closer to Trunks, the enormous crowd inside causing her a bit of anxiety. She hated crowds and didn't like being in large social events. She preferred to remain in the back away from everyone. Trunks tugged at Pan's hand, leading her over to a group of people surrounding a table. There were three men and three women, one of which Pan recognized as Trunks' ex-girlfriend Marron. She was laughing and giggling with the other two women. Each one wearing a dress way shorter that Pan's and their cleavage almost spilling out.
"Hey guys." Trunks said, walking over to the group. The group in return turned around and all said their hellos, except for Marron who just rolled her eyes when she saw Pan. Pan just hid behind Trunks.
"Is that her?" One of the women asked, walking up to Pan and Trunks.
"Yeah, guys. This is Pan." Trunks said, stepping to the side so the group could see Pan.
Pan tugged at her dress as she looked up, blushing from embarrassment. She hated being the center of attention. Not only was she wearing an uncomfortable outfit but, she was in uncomfortable environment with people she barely knew. Sure she knew Trunks and sort of knew Marron, but over the year's people changed and Trunk was almost a stranger in Pan's eyes now.
The woman from earlier stepped forward. She had long auburn hair and was wearing a tight purple cress with a slit up the thigh, "My name is Miranda it's nice to meet you."
Pan flashed a shy smile at the auburn haired woman. The other's in the group offered their greetings and told her the names. Pan tried to remember all the names but they pretty much went in one ear and out the other.
The group of adults began chatting away, while a bar tender served them drink after drink. Pan sat on one of the barstools, while Trunks stood beside her, his hand was placed on her lower back. She sat there in silence, offering her opinion when a question or statement was thrown her way but mostly she was silent. She took back her earlier statement about this not being too bad back, it was terrible. She wasn't having any fun and was out of her comfort zone. Not to mention that Marron was constantly glaring at her and had "accidently" almost spilled a martini all over Pan.
"I love this song! Come on, let's go dance!" One of the girl's exclaimed, her name might have been Sarah? Or maybe Kara. Pan wasn't for sure.
The group began to make their way to the overcrowded dancefloor, leaving on Trunks and Pan at the bar. Trunks sat down on the barstool next to Pan, chuckling.
"You look bored out of your mind." Trunks said, taking the shot the bartender had sat in front of him.
"Oh no, I'm having fun." Pan tried to lie, but she didn't even believe herself. She cursed herself for being such a terrible liar.
Trunks gave her a knowing look, "I know you're lying. You look miserable. It's alright, I figured this wasn't your scene but, they wanted to meet you so."
Pan flashed him an assuring smile, "It's fine, really it is. I'm just now used to all of this." She gestured to the room.
Trunks took his shot and downed it in one go before placing the shot glass upside down on the bar top, "Let's go dance." He offered his hand out for Pan to take.
Pan stared at his hands for a few seconds. He wants her to dance, with him? He must be out of his mind. For one, Pan hadn't actually danced in years and was too keen on making a fool of herself in front of all these people. Second, she didn't feel comfortable dancing with Trunks. The dancefloor was overcrowded so the two would be sandwiched together, which meant that his hands could wonder and she wasn't too comfortable with that idea.
"Uh, thanks, but I think I'll pass." Pan politely declined.
"Ah, come on. It'll be fun." Trunks flashed her a breathtaking smile.
Pan reluctantly took Trunks' hand and followed him out onto the tightly packed dance floor. Trunks began to sway back and forth with the music. Pan stood stock steal. She didn't have the slightest clue on what to do. Trunks seemed to detect her dilemma and grabbed a hold of her hips, startling Pan, and began swaying both himself and her. He flashed her his signature smile. He knew how close he had come to getting hit. He saw her fist flinch slightly before dropping back down.
The two "danced" for a while. The music blaring through the speakers was even more deafening on the dancefloor than it was from the bar. The loud bass of the song playing gave way to a slower tempo. A lot of dancers vacated the floor, leaving only couples to move across the floor. Pan turned to make her way back towards the bar, but Trunks pulled her closer. Her chest flush with his own as he moved her arms around his neck. His hands stayed rested on her hips as he moved them around the dance floor.
"I'm having a nice time." Trunks whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending an involuntary shiver up her spine.
"Yeah, me too." Pan knew he knew she was lying. It was completely obvious to everyone she wasn't having fun. It wasn't for Trunks' lack of trying, it was just…she didn't like crowds. She never really had and it only grew worse after the accident. She had completely imploded in on herself and shied away from gatherings. She felt like she stuck out no matter where she went. That each and every person were constantly judging her. Like they all knew her deepest-darkest secrets.
Trunks stared into Pan's eyes as the moved in circles. She wanted to stray away from his gaze. The sheer intensity of it making her squirm in her skin. But, there was something in his eyes. Something off. His blue eyes that were usually warm and friendly, seemed dimmer. That normal shine had diminished slightly and something darker had taken host. He slowly began to lower his head. Pan froze. She knew where he was going and she didn't want it. His lips were barely inches for her own. His warm breath fanned out across her lips before she turned her head and moved away.
"I got to use the bathroom." Pan weaved her way through the crowd and over to the bathrooms.
She peaked inside, testing to see if anyone was in there. It was empty. She slipped inside, the door sealing behind her. A breath she hadn't realized she had been holding escaped her lungs as she walked over to the sinks. The fluorescent lighting casted an oddly glare onto the room, making her even paler than she was. She carefully scrutinized her reflection. No matter how much make-up she wore, the clothes she wore, or the way her hair was fixed, she could still see the broken haunted girl underneath. It was in her eyes. They lacked any signs of life. They were nothing more than empty dark pools.
Loud voices grew closer to the door of the bathroom, causing Pan to panicked. All she wanted was a little bit of solitude. Pan quickly hid in one of the stalls. She had barely crouched on the toilet, her feet off the ground, when the door swung open and a group of girls waltzed in. It was the girls Trunks had introduced her to.
"So, did you guys see that tramp that Sean was with?" Miranda exclaimed as she checked her make-up in the mirror.
"I know, right? What a slut!" Sarah or Kara, Pan wasn't sure, agreed.
Pan decided to ignore the women as the dissed this and that. It was typical woman talk, or so she had saw on television. She didn't really associate with a lot of women. Bulla was the extent to female contact.
"What about Trunks' new girl?" That caught Pan's attention.
Someone groaned, Pan assumed it to be Maroon.
"Awh, come on. She seems sweet." Miranda defended.
"Wait, Maroon didn't you say she lost her parents or something like that?"
"Yeah, some freak accident." Maroon smirked, "You know he's only using her to make me jealous right?"
Pan's heart stopped and her ear's roared. What? She had to have misheard Maroon right? It wasn't really like Trunks would use her like that. He was better than that. She knew Trunks and Maroon had come to an abrupt ending and it wasn't on Trunks term. He had been heartbroken when it had happened. Bulla had gone on for a week about how happy she was that Trunks had finally dumped that "hussy".
"Kyle told me, he was just trying to get in her pants." Miranda added, reapplying another coat of lipstick, "Said he talked to Trunks earlier and it was all he could talk about. How bad he couldn't wait to bed her. How could he do something like that to a girl whose already been through so much?"
"We are talking about Trunks."
The girls went on gossiping but Pan couldn't make out what they were saying. Her blood rushed through her ears as she starred at the door to the stall. Her temper began to flare as hot tears threatened to spill over. She wanted to give Trunks the benefit of the doubt, she really did, but she couldn't. There was the evidence those girls had just unknowingly given her and then, there was that odd feeling that had settled in her gut. She had felt something was off all evening, it wasn't like she had wanted to go in the first place. Trunks hadn't shown any interest other than being friends until after he and Marron had broken up. The bathroom grew quiet again as the door clapped shut behind the group of females.
Pan stayed frozen where she was for a little while longer before she ventured out of the stall and over to the sink. Mascara and eyeliner streaked down her cheeks as tears poured from her eyes. Her anger raged even more. That undeniable tingling sensation that was associated with her ki flares tickled her fingertips. All those smug smiles and kind gestures that Trunks had graced her with flashed through her mind. Hurt and angry, she pulled pack her fist and slammed it into the mirror. The mirror shattered into glass shards, a few nicking at her knuckles as she unleashed her anger on each mirror. Glass imbedded deep in her knuckles as her blood decorated the porcelain surfaces of the sink. She didn't care that she had just destroyed public property. She didn't care that she was bleeding. She didn't care about anything.
Hastily, she raced out of the bathroom and towards the club entrance. People stared at her as she pushed through the crowd. A few sending curses her way when she shoved them, but they fell on deaf ears. She had just reached the exit when Trunks caught up to her.
"Pan, is everything okay?" The concern in his voice made her sick, "Oh my gosh! You're bleeding." He grabbed for her hand but she tore it away, keeping her head turned. She knew if she turned around, she'd snap.
Not giving Trunks an answer, she rushed out of the club. The bouncer stumbling to the ground as she bounded past him. The night air stung at her face as she raced down the sidewalk. Passerby stared at her with raised eyebrows as she raced by. She could only imagine what a mess she looked like. But, she just couldn't muster the ability to care. Making her way into abandon alleyway, Pan looked around before taking off into the sky and blindly flying home.
A loud clash of thunder echoed throughout the city and almost as if the sky sensed her pain, it opened up and dumped water down onto the city. Within seconds she was soaked down to the bone. Her hair clung to her face, obscuring her vision. The raindrops mixed with her tears as it pounded into her body. It was almost painful, but her body had gone numb. Everything had shut down and the pain just couldn't register over the hurt. It wasn't the fact that Trunks had no romantic interest in her, that was almost a blessing in her books, but it was the fact that he would use her like that. The fact that he would use someone that he had known all his life. That hurt her all the way down past her bones. It went all the way to her soul.
After about twenty more minutes of aimless flying, Capsule Corp. came into view. Pan landed on the back garden as a violent sob ripped from her throat. It felt like the hid had been ripped from her throat as another heart wrenching sob made its way free. She stood on shaky legs, kicking those ridiculous heels off and tossing them as far away as she could. She heard a vehicle pull up behind her and she tried to stagger towards the house. She didn't want to see him right now. He was the last the person she wanted to see.
"Pan!" She could hear him call out over the roar of thunder, "Pan! Stop!"
He grabbed her arm, he had been closer than she suspected, and turned her towards him. He gasped when he saw her face. It wasn't the make-up streaks that startled him, it was the look in her eyes. Pure animalistic rage. She sneered as she ripped her arm free and glared at him. Trunks took a step back.
"What's wrong?" He finally managed to stutter out.
"Don't act like you don't know!" Her words were laced with venom.
"I don't know what's wrong! What's got you acting like this?" Trunks tried to touch her shoulder but Pan took a step back.
"Don't you stand there and lie to me! You know exactly what is wrong! I hate you!" She stalked forwards, "I hate you! The ground that holds you up – everything about you!" Trunks seemed crushed but the part of her that cared about their friendship had died away. The words seemed to fall past her lips without much thought, but she didn't regret them "Now, get out of my fucking sight and don't you EVER speak to me again!" Pan was shaking by this point. Her nails broke the skin of her palms as she clenched her fist. She was just seconds away from snapping.
"I have no idea what you're going on about! Why do you hate me? I thought we were friends! I never done anything to you." The words lodged in his throat and he had to struggle to force them out. He feigned innocence, but deep down he knew he was caught.
"That you were using me!" Pan snapped, "That all you wanted to do was screw me over, literally! All you wanted was to get in my pants, nothing more. You don't give a damn about me! Never did and never will! So, why act like it now?" Trunks could sense her ki spiking, "So, fuck you! I HATE YOU! Go die for all I give a damn. FUCK YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SICK TWISTED GAMES! I'm not your damn tool, I'm not anyone's tool! I may be a girl but I'm not a dumb bitch like ones that would drool over a dick like you!" Pan raised her fist, itching to feel the harsh slap of skin as it connected with his face, but Trunks had anticipated her moves. He grabbed her fist and backed up against the back of the house. She struggled against his hold, but her anger was quickly fleeting her and leaving her exhausted. Trunks slammed his lips brutally against her own in a searing kiss. He forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Pan bit down, hard. Trunks quickly pulled away, spitting a mouth full of blood out as he stared at Pan in horror.
Pan shoved Trunks away and stormed towards the house. She busted through the kitchen doors, startling Bulla who had been seated at the kitchen table. Pan could faintly hear Bulla call out to her, but she was already halfway up the stairs and didn't particularly care like explaining. She just wanted to be alone.
Trunks slowly walked into the kitchen. His suit was caked in mud and a trail of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His shoulders sagged slightly and he was avoiding Bulla's gaze.
"Trunks, what did you do?" Bulla snapped. Trunks just stood there, completely lost.