AN: Chapter 2! Takes place right down the hall from chapter 1! Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Pan walked into the training room, ready to work off a week's worth of tension that had built up between her and infuriatingly needy, purple headed one. He had no right to tell her who she should and should not see! Even though he was right... But that was beside the point. Every dog has his day. He went out of his way to make sure she didn't have any fun without him!
He texted and snap-chatted every other minute just to see if the tripp sucked yet. At first it was a joke, but then it got annoying. He obviously Facebook stalked poor Tripp, because every hour or so, he'd send another unflattering picture of him, and there couldn't be that many of them. Seriously? Did he ever actually work?! When he called at 4:00 am "to see if she knew where his boat capsule was," she'd finally had enough. Blocked his number(s), deleted his calendar, and told him not to contact unless he died. Yep. She called him annoying, immature, unorganized, and the dirtiest of all dirty words... jealous!
She assumed he didn't die because he hadn't called or talked to her in about 5 days… And because there he was in front of her in the gravity room in all his sweaty glory.
"Trunks," she greeted objectively as she paused in the doorway, wrapping her wrists. He continued doing pushups in 800x gravity.
"Pan," he matched her icy greeting without looking up.
"Why aren't you on your wing of the house training?"
"There was an accident. It's getting fixed. I didn't know you claimed this room."
Pan ignored the last comment, concerned, "what kind of accident?"
There was no way Trunks was going to give her the satisfaction that she pissed him off enough to blast a room. So, naturally, he changed the subject.
"Was the Tripp good?"
Pan narrowed her eyes. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right about him. So naturally, she lied.
"The trip was amazing!" she said with a little too much excitement. Shit. She knew she had been caught. Here we go.
Trunks stopped in the middle of a push up smirking knowingly at the ground. The trip blew. This was going to be the most fun he's had in a week.
"Shut up, Boxer Boy." She rolled her eyes and crossed the room to stretch. He smiled and jumped to his feet, following her to the side.
"I didn't say anything.."
"Yet/yet" the said simultaneously. Pan turned her back to him as he continued his dumb smirking. He spoke up sarcastically,
"So your Tripp wa-"
"Trunks?"
"Ya?"
"Watch your head." Trunks got into a fighting stance ready for a good spar, but Pan never turned around as she held on tight to the handle bar near the gravity control panel.
He stood up. "Well, are you ganna do something?"
"Yes." she smiled as she turned the gravity machine to -100x and watched the unprepared Trunks fly into the ceiling full speed.
"Ahhhh!-thunk- Owwch!"
She smiled, "Beautiful!" She put the machine on 400x in just enough time to catch his sneak attack. She caught his fists as they both slid back from the force of his onslaught.
"I asked you a question, Panny," he taunted as the fists and legs went flying. Pan kicked him in the kidneys and he fell to the floor.
"Can that serve as an answer?"
He caught her leg and pulled her to the ground, "hell no." He pinned her shoulders to the ground and when she huffed and started to relax he sat back on her legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. Pan crossed her arms and refused to look at him.
"I was right, wasn't I?" He chuckled and Pan attempted a punch while he was unsuspecting.
"Never!" He caught her fist and squeezed her fingers together painfully, "Ah! Let go, Trunks!"
"Admit it!"
"Nev... ah! You were right!" She growled, trying to pry his bone-crushing fist off of hers with her free hand.
"And?"
"He was a looser!"
"And?"
"And I'm sorry!"
"Well I know that! What else?" He said, finally getting a hold of both hands and pinning them by her head.
"What?!"
He leaned closer to her now smiling face, "Tell me I'm amazing." She took the opportunity of their close proximity to try to head butt him. It landed, but he countered it.
"I think you're getting off on this..OOWW! Ugh! You're amazing!" She huffed, still foggy from the head butt.
"Ha-ha, you wish! Now say 'Trunks is the hottest guy in the universe."
"Now you're just ridiculous. You could not inflict that much pain," she said struggling and laughing underneath him.
"Oh, but I wouldn't have to," he put both of her hands pinned in his left above her head, keeping his right hand free for her ultimate torture. She started screaming and bucking as she saw his hand slowly going to the side of her ribs.
"No! NaNaNooo! Hahaha!, gasp, STOP! I can't breathe!"
"Say it!" Giving up on trying to catch the tricky appendages, she started pushing on his chest and hips that had her pinned down and wriggling out from under his weight, laughing and gasping the whole time.
"I'm trying, I can't! Ah! Trunks is!" Catching on to her escape plan, he pushed his weight back down firmly on her hips and chest.
"Yes?" Taking in as much air as her burning lungs could handle, she tried again,
"Trunk! huhot. Trunks-ah!"
"Ya?" They caught each other's glance and there was the shortest second when a jolt of hot electricity shot through both of them. Trunks, dizzy, stopped forcing her hands down and Pan didn't escape even though she could. She let him keep on, it wasn't hurting anymore. It was strange. There was the smallest moment when their laughter stopped and movement slowed as they continued struggling against each other.
In a breath the heat was gone, or ignored, and once again replaced with innocent laughter, which was only a little forced.
"Say it!"
"Trunks is the! I can't... Tru.. 'snort' hahaha, YOU'RE GORGEOUS!"
The onslaught stopped and Trunks rolled off of her, short of breath, still laughing,
"So you think I'm pretty?"
"Pretty lame!" She leaped at him and the spar continued, serving as an unspoken truce.
Unknown to the fighting friends, 2 pairs of crystal blue eyes watched in secret from the 1 way mirrors on the side.
"Perfect, I DO have something to work with," The taller one spoke mischievously, "Operation Baby- Making" begins tonight. Come with me Bra, let me teach you the ways of matchmaking." She started to drag the resilient daughter into the lab.
"But mom, this is Trunks and Pan. They are almost always together. How can you make them see each other any differently?"
Bulma stopped, " I don't have to. I just have to bring more attention to a few details over-looked between the two. Come."
"Can I dress Pan up like a girl?!"
"She's a grown woman, she can dress herself..."
AN: Bulma, you lie! Sooo In our next chapter, Bulma tests out that common romance novel trope where you get 2 physically attractive people who see each other ALL of the time, to see each other wet, and they immediately fall into coitus and/or love! Will it work? Will our heroes prove to be 2 or even 3 dimensional?! Probably not… the writer's drunk… I mean Bulma. Bulma was drunk when she wrote out this plan. Bah. Flame below…