Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!! You inspired to me to hurry up
and start a new chapter. As for the question how old is Trunks, well if
you read "stwtb" you would know. Of course for those of you who want to
cheat. He is about eight years older than Pan making him 25. I had to make
Bra younger than Pan because there was no mention of her in the "stwtb".
Chapter 6
Trunks awoke the next morning. He sat up stretching; he looked over next to him and frowned. He was alone. He had a wonderful dream last night and he was disappointed to find that, that's all it was. It seemed so real though as if he could still taste Pan's skin on his tongue and feel her warmth next to him. He sighed as he pulled the covers back.
Oops, well maybe the dream HAD been a little too real he thought as he went to wash the stickiness from his body.
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Pan slowly opened her eyes. She blinked as the sunlight spilled into her room informing her that a new day had come. The scent of sweat still filled her nose and she sighed. How strange, she had never had dreams like that before. So vivid, she blushed. Some of the things she did she didn't even think were humanly possible.
And why would she think of Trunks that way? I mean he was her boss after all, not to mention he was older than her. Of course she couldn't deny that he was gorgeous, and he did smell wonderful. Sighing, she reluctantly got of bed to take a shower and start the day.
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The first thing Trunks saw when he got off the elevator was his secretary. He forced a smile as she sauntered over to him batting her eyelashes.
"Here is the schedule for today," She said handing him a sheet of paper. She continues to follow him into his office and laid a huge stack of papers on his desk. "And these need to be looked at and signed." She said smiling as she leaned over giving him a good view of her cleavage.
However Trunks didn't receive the usual thrill he experienced during these situations. Actually it had quite the opposite affect. The sight sickened him. He silently wondered how may men she had spread her legs for. In fact she even had a sour smell about her. It was funny how he never noticed it before, so unlike Pan's sweet smell. Like how the air smells after it rained; Fresh, and pure. He didn't realize that he was daydreaming until his secretary slammed his door as she left.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he pulled a paper off the top of the pile and began reading. Several hours later he looked at the clock. Pan would be here in a couple of hours. Pan. Now he was telling time by her. He used to gauge time by his next meal. Strangely enough he had forgotten about lunch. His stomach rumbled angrily at his neglect and he pushed himself back from his desk and headed out the door.
"I'm going to lunch." He announced as he walked past his secretary.
"Mr. Briefs, which department did you want me to send the intern to when she arrives?" His secretary called after him.
Trunks turned around frowning. Which dept? His heart almost skipped a beat even thinking of Pan being anywhere else than with him. "Have an extra desk and computer brought into my office while I'm gone. She can work there."
Trunks ignored his secretary's angry expression as he headed down the hall.
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When Pan left her last class she had butterflies in her stomach. She headed to the sidewalk and began walking towards the bus stop. She was very anxious to start at C.C. It was still like a dream to her. Thinking about dreams she blushed remembering her dream from last night. She heard a honk and gasped in surprise as the center of her thoughts pulled up next to her in an orange convertible.
Trunks grinned, "Need a lift?"
Pan hesitated for a second before climbing in. She couldn't look at him out of embarrassment. She kept picturing him in her mind with his shirt off and sweat pouring down his chest. "What are you doing here Mr. Briefs?" She asked while looking straight ahead.
Trunks pouted disappointed that she wasn't as thrilled to see him, as he was she. He was on his way to lunch when he felt a sudden urge to find her. He needed to see her, touch her, and smell her. In fact he could kick himself for having the top down. The wind defused her wonderful scent. He thought a second before answering her question. I mean he obviously couldn't tell her he followed her ki.
"First of all please call me Trunks, and second I contacted Mr. France and he told me when your last class was."
Pan finally looked over at him and smirked. "Well that explains HOW you're here, but it doesn't tell me WHY you're here."
"Oh, I forgot to give you the car yesterday so I thought I would bring it to you. Do you like it?"
Pan's eyes widened "This is my car?" She almost squeaked. Causing Trunks to grin happily. Yes, he still had it. It's just a matter of time now. He was a little disappointed however that a car would excite her that much. Maybe all girls are the same.
Pan shook her head. "I can't except this. I mean besides my dad flipping out, this is a brand new car. I wasn't expecting anything like this."
Trunks spirit lifted, she wasn't after his money after all. "You have to take the car, I had it painted just for you." He blurted out. Smooth Trunks.
Pan looked at him oddly. Why would he go through so much trouble for her when he just met her yesterday? And how the heck did he know her favorite color was orange?
"Goten told me." Trunks said his eyes reluctantly back on the heavy traffic instead of on her.
Pan looked at him surprised. "I didn't say anything. How did you know what I was thinking?"
"I can read minds it runs in the family, we're kinda psycho, I mean psychic."
Pan giggled at his intentional slip. "Can you read everyone's mind?" Pan asked more curious than angry.
Trunks cheeks turned red as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Actually, you're the only one."
"How odd." Pan said. This is so strange, I've only just met him but it seems like we're connected somehow. She felt so comfortable with him. The only men she was comfortable being around were the ones in her family. Before she knew it they were at their destination. Trunks capsulated the car and handed it to Pan. His fingers touched her palm and she shivered.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked still unsure about the responsibility of driving Trunks car.
"Yep." he smiled, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the elevator. Almost sub consciously, he slowly took his thumb and rubbed it in circles. Pans eyes widened as she felt warmth flowing through her body. Relaxing she closed her eyes at the wonderful sensation and a soft purring sound ebbed softly out of her body.
Trunks moved in closer to her as if in a trance her body swayed a little and he quickly wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn't fall. A ping was heard as they reached they're floor and Pan's eyes opened as she quickly pulled away from Trunks.
Tears stung her eyes at her wanton behavior and she ducked into the nearest bathroom. She felt so humiliated! How could she have acted like that? To a friend of the family no less, It was like she didn't have control over her body, he just smelled so dang good. She sniffed as she hastily wiped away her tears. He probably thought she was a whore.
"Of course I don't." Trunks said behind her where he had followed into the ladies bathroom in concern. Luckily, it was vacant.
"Stop doing that!" Pan yelled irritated. Then realizing to whom she was yelling at she covered her mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry I usually don't act like that, I don't know what's wrong with me today."
"It's okay." Trunks said taking a step towards her. "It's really my fault, I shouldn't have ever touched you, it was very inappropriate of me."
Pan took a step backwards, although she was listening to his apology, his body signals were saying different as he took another step towards her. Pan realized she was backed into a corner as he raised his hand to gently caress her cheek. Kami she smelled so good. Even better than he remembered of course he had never been this close to her before. Some foggy part of his mind was telling him to back off, but he ignored it.
His head dipped down toward Pans as the bathroom door opened.
"Uh, Mr. Briefs you have a phone call." His secretary said smirking.
Trunks growled deep in his throat. "Take a message!"
"I tried but it's your mother and she insisted that she speak to you immediately." She held the door open wide for Trunks to exit through.
Trunks gave Pan a regretful smile as he turned and headed to his office.
Pan realized she had been holding her breath and started breathing again.
"Your not special you know, he screws everyone." The woman said looking at Pan disdainfully.
Pan stood as tall as she could and walked out past the spiteful women, down the five flights of stairs and onto the street where she hailed a cab. The only thought going through her mind was to leave. Go away from all the uncertainty to a place where she was in control.
"To the Hercule Gym please." She demanded as C.C. faded behind hind her.
**A/N I really wasn't planning on the elevator scene actually I was thinking of something more boring, Anyway please review!
Chapter 6
Trunks awoke the next morning. He sat up stretching; he looked over next to him and frowned. He was alone. He had a wonderful dream last night and he was disappointed to find that, that's all it was. It seemed so real though as if he could still taste Pan's skin on his tongue and feel her warmth next to him. He sighed as he pulled the covers back.
Oops, well maybe the dream HAD been a little too real he thought as he went to wash the stickiness from his body.
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Pan slowly opened her eyes. She blinked as the sunlight spilled into her room informing her that a new day had come. The scent of sweat still filled her nose and she sighed. How strange, she had never had dreams like that before. So vivid, she blushed. Some of the things she did she didn't even think were humanly possible.
And why would she think of Trunks that way? I mean he was her boss after all, not to mention he was older than her. Of course she couldn't deny that he was gorgeous, and he did smell wonderful. Sighing, she reluctantly got of bed to take a shower and start the day.
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The first thing Trunks saw when he got off the elevator was his secretary. He forced a smile as she sauntered over to him batting her eyelashes.
"Here is the schedule for today," She said handing him a sheet of paper. She continues to follow him into his office and laid a huge stack of papers on his desk. "And these need to be looked at and signed." She said smiling as she leaned over giving him a good view of her cleavage.
However Trunks didn't receive the usual thrill he experienced during these situations. Actually it had quite the opposite affect. The sight sickened him. He silently wondered how may men she had spread her legs for. In fact she even had a sour smell about her. It was funny how he never noticed it before, so unlike Pan's sweet smell. Like how the air smells after it rained; Fresh, and pure. He didn't realize that he was daydreaming until his secretary slammed his door as she left.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he pulled a paper off the top of the pile and began reading. Several hours later he looked at the clock. Pan would be here in a couple of hours. Pan. Now he was telling time by her. He used to gauge time by his next meal. Strangely enough he had forgotten about lunch. His stomach rumbled angrily at his neglect and he pushed himself back from his desk and headed out the door.
"I'm going to lunch." He announced as he walked past his secretary.
"Mr. Briefs, which department did you want me to send the intern to when she arrives?" His secretary called after him.
Trunks turned around frowning. Which dept? His heart almost skipped a beat even thinking of Pan being anywhere else than with him. "Have an extra desk and computer brought into my office while I'm gone. She can work there."
Trunks ignored his secretary's angry expression as he headed down the hall.
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When Pan left her last class she had butterflies in her stomach. She headed to the sidewalk and began walking towards the bus stop. She was very anxious to start at C.C. It was still like a dream to her. Thinking about dreams she blushed remembering her dream from last night. She heard a honk and gasped in surprise as the center of her thoughts pulled up next to her in an orange convertible.
Trunks grinned, "Need a lift?"
Pan hesitated for a second before climbing in. She couldn't look at him out of embarrassment. She kept picturing him in her mind with his shirt off and sweat pouring down his chest. "What are you doing here Mr. Briefs?" She asked while looking straight ahead.
Trunks pouted disappointed that she wasn't as thrilled to see him, as he was she. He was on his way to lunch when he felt a sudden urge to find her. He needed to see her, touch her, and smell her. In fact he could kick himself for having the top down. The wind defused her wonderful scent. He thought a second before answering her question. I mean he obviously couldn't tell her he followed her ki.
"First of all please call me Trunks, and second I contacted Mr. France and he told me when your last class was."
Pan finally looked over at him and smirked. "Well that explains HOW you're here, but it doesn't tell me WHY you're here."
"Oh, I forgot to give you the car yesterday so I thought I would bring it to you. Do you like it?"
Pan's eyes widened "This is my car?" She almost squeaked. Causing Trunks to grin happily. Yes, he still had it. It's just a matter of time now. He was a little disappointed however that a car would excite her that much. Maybe all girls are the same.
Pan shook her head. "I can't except this. I mean besides my dad flipping out, this is a brand new car. I wasn't expecting anything like this."
Trunks spirit lifted, she wasn't after his money after all. "You have to take the car, I had it painted just for you." He blurted out. Smooth Trunks.
Pan looked at him oddly. Why would he go through so much trouble for her when he just met her yesterday? And how the heck did he know her favorite color was orange?
"Goten told me." Trunks said his eyes reluctantly back on the heavy traffic instead of on her.
Pan looked at him surprised. "I didn't say anything. How did you know what I was thinking?"
"I can read minds it runs in the family, we're kinda psycho, I mean psychic."
Pan giggled at his intentional slip. "Can you read everyone's mind?" Pan asked more curious than angry.
Trunks cheeks turned red as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Actually, you're the only one."
"How odd." Pan said. This is so strange, I've only just met him but it seems like we're connected somehow. She felt so comfortable with him. The only men she was comfortable being around were the ones in her family. Before she knew it they were at their destination. Trunks capsulated the car and handed it to Pan. His fingers touched her palm and she shivered.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked still unsure about the responsibility of driving Trunks car.
"Yep." he smiled, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the elevator. Almost sub consciously, he slowly took his thumb and rubbed it in circles. Pans eyes widened as she felt warmth flowing through her body. Relaxing she closed her eyes at the wonderful sensation and a soft purring sound ebbed softly out of her body.
Trunks moved in closer to her as if in a trance her body swayed a little and he quickly wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn't fall. A ping was heard as they reached they're floor and Pan's eyes opened as she quickly pulled away from Trunks.
Tears stung her eyes at her wanton behavior and she ducked into the nearest bathroom. She felt so humiliated! How could she have acted like that? To a friend of the family no less, It was like she didn't have control over her body, he just smelled so dang good. She sniffed as she hastily wiped away her tears. He probably thought she was a whore.
"Of course I don't." Trunks said behind her where he had followed into the ladies bathroom in concern. Luckily, it was vacant.
"Stop doing that!" Pan yelled irritated. Then realizing to whom she was yelling at she covered her mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry I usually don't act like that, I don't know what's wrong with me today."
"It's okay." Trunks said taking a step towards her. "It's really my fault, I shouldn't have ever touched you, it was very inappropriate of me."
Pan took a step backwards, although she was listening to his apology, his body signals were saying different as he took another step towards her. Pan realized she was backed into a corner as he raised his hand to gently caress her cheek. Kami she smelled so good. Even better than he remembered of course he had never been this close to her before. Some foggy part of his mind was telling him to back off, but he ignored it.
His head dipped down toward Pans as the bathroom door opened.
"Uh, Mr. Briefs you have a phone call." His secretary said smirking.
Trunks growled deep in his throat. "Take a message!"
"I tried but it's your mother and she insisted that she speak to you immediately." She held the door open wide for Trunks to exit through.
Trunks gave Pan a regretful smile as he turned and headed to his office.
Pan realized she had been holding her breath and started breathing again.
"Your not special you know, he screws everyone." The woman said looking at Pan disdainfully.
Pan stood as tall as she could and walked out past the spiteful women, down the five flights of stairs and onto the street where she hailed a cab. The only thought going through her mind was to leave. Go away from all the uncertainty to a place where she was in control.
"To the Hercule Gym please." She demanded as C.C. faded behind hind her.
**A/N I really wasn't planning on the elevator scene actually I was thinking of something more boring, Anyway please review!