AN: Chapter 3! Takes place 2 hot showers away from Chapter 2!
Chapter 3:
"Mom, do you not feel weird about all these little schemes?" Bra said, scanning over the piles of papers containing a series of plots to get Trunks and Pan together, "I know that I feel a little.. I don't know, incestual, relating so closely with my brother and best friend's sex life.. Or lack there of.."
"Bra, do you want to be an aunt or not?"
"Better an aunt than a baby mama.." she mumbled under her breath as she rolled her eyes.
"I heard that.. Oh! She's out of the shower! I heard the water turn off.. Did you take the pj's?"
Bra sighed, "Yes, mother.."
"Then give me the blueprints and go give her your robe! I just said she's out of the shower! Were you not listening? Do you have a learning disorder or something?! Go!" Bulma said as she shoved Bra out the kitchen door, handing her a red slinky robe.
"And don't forget Trunk's in 10!"
"Ya ya.."
Pan came into the living room clad in Bra's silky red robe and brushing through her long black hair, still wet from her shower. She felt a little underdressed but she was not about to wear soaking wet pj's to bed... however that happened. The shower must have leaked? She was too tired to really care. She sat down on the couch, quickly slipping into a coma from the tv show Bulma was watching.
Bulma stared at the 25 year old beauty in awe. Pan not only looked like a girl, but like a goddess. She had curves and legs and.. When did she grow those breasts?! Bulma smiled, Trunks would not be able to take his eyes off her! She reminded herself to put Bra at the top of her will for owning that robe.. Bulma would have the prettiest grandbabies ever!
"You guys need to check that shower for leaks. Maybe the sink? My pajama's got soaked...yawn..."
"Are you tired doll? You can sleep in Trunk's old bed. It's much more comfortable."
"Well isn't Trunks in this wing of the house, while his is getting repaired?"
"Oh.. He's been getting on my nerves this week moping around like a love-sick puppy all grouchy and helpless.. I'll make him stay in the guestroom, after all, he is a guest in this side of the house, haha." She smiled to herself. She couldn't word that sentence better.
"Why?" pan asked.
"Because he lives in the other wing."
"No, why has he been all mopy?"
She fell right into the trap.
"Because you've been away with some other guy." Bulma saw the smile trying to hide itself behind Pan's curious eyes. As soon as it came, it disappeared. Bingo. Now Bra's just gatta do her small part..
"I'll be right back.." Bulma said as she walked out of the room.
~Across the house~
"How in the hell did I get sucked into this," Bra mumbled to herself as she stood outside the bathroom door as Trunks got out of the shower, "Oh well, better them than me,
Trunks!"
"What?!"
"Mom told me to tell you to come here.. I mean there, uh, in the living room. She had to ask you something.."
"Ok, I'll be there in a sec."
"She said right now. It's important!"
"Is the house on fire? I'm freakin' naked here!"
"I'm just the messenger!" Bra rolled her eyes and went back to her room as her brother opened the door clad only in a towel.
"In the living room?"
"Ya." she said as she slammed her bedroom door.
He shrugged as he walked toward the living room.
Bulma's ears perked up as she heard footsteps. She peeked around the corner to see how her little scene would play out. Sure enough, he walked into the room, still soaking wet and half naked. She gad to admit, her little boy was an Adonis, just like his daddy. She watched Trunks and Pan's reaction to one another... happily.
"You wanted something, mo.." Trunks stopped as he realized his mom wasn't even there.
"She said she'd be right back.." Pan said coolly as her eyes glanced over the soaking wet, practically naked Trunks. She jerked her attention back to the monotonous television.
There was silence as Trunks stared over Pan's scantily clad body in shock. She was watching tv in lingerie! Was he in a different dimension? He studied the alien to make sure it was actually Pan. The face looked the same.. Same blue eyes, same length hair.. His eyes unconsciously traveled down her body. In all the years they had spent almost every waking hour together, he had never seen her without layers of baggy clothes. She was.. Beauti.."
"What?" she turned to him and he closed his mouth.
"What, what?" He asked in confusion, forcing himself to look back up.
"You said somthin.."
"No I didn't.."
"I could have sworn I heard you say som.."
"Why are you wearing lingerie?" He asked trying to change the subject.. Was he talking out loud?
Pan stared at him blankly, "Because I have a hot date tonight.." she said flatly.
"With who, a porn director?" He laughed.. That jolt of electricity once again went through Pan's spine at the speed of light, then it was gone.
"Haha. This isn't even my robe.." she smiled evilly, "It's your sisters."
A look of nausea and horror flashed over his chizzled face as he started groaning, "AAAww! No No no! Why'd ya have ta tell me that.. I think I just threw up!" They both started laughing at his reaction..
"But that still doesn't explain why you're wearing it.."
"Because my pj's got wet."
"That's hardly sleepware."
"And a towel is?"
"I sleep naked."
"Because you usually fall asleep beside a woman."
"And she's usually a robe like that beforehand." he said with a cocky smile. Pan breathed again, she couldn't tell if he was picking on her, calling her a whore or saying he wanted to..
"Sorry I took so long, Trunks.." Bulma darted in the room with an abnormal smile plastered on her face. She started talking to Trunks about some new prototype that she wanted him to check out. Trunks attempted to listen as he shifted uncomfortably in his towel.
"...and I really think this could help the company get the global coverage we.. Pan?" She looked at the girl sitting in a trance-like state. She didn't give her time to answer.
"Are we putting you to sleep, doll? You go on to bed."
"You're not but I am tired..night. Night, Trunks."she said as she walked up the stairs. Bulma glanced over at her son, wide eyed watching Pan saunter up the stairs.
He watched as the fabric of her robe swayed with her hips. Why couldn't he stop staring?! This was sick! It's PAN! The same girl who beat him in belching wars and help him dye his dad's hair pink! She was the compadre, his partner in crime! You would never see Chris Tucker looking at Jackie Chan like this.. Of course Jackie Chan wouldn't fill out that robe like..
"Trunks." he bolted upright caught with his hand in the cookie jar and cleared his throat.
"I agree.. Uh ya."
"You have no idea what I was talking about do you?" his retaliation was interrupted when he heard muffled giggling.
"Did you hear that?" he said, looking around.
"What? The sound of your jaw dropping as you stare at Pan's ass?"
Trunks was at a loss for words.. Did that just come out of his mother's mouth!? He saw that smirk and knew she had..
"Wha.. I... I mean.. I wasn't staring at her a... I.. was.. Ad..miring the..uh.. Um..the.."
"Well I can see your not paying much attention tonight so we'll talk business later.. You just go on to sleep and for god's sake, put on some clothes!"
"But earlier Bra said that.."
"Goodnight Trunks," she said as she pushed him to the stairs, "sweet dreams!"
With that, he sighed in defeat and headed to his room. Wait! His room? But that's where Pan is sleeping?! Oops... Silly Bulma! You forget to tell him about the sleeping arrangements! Oh darn.
As he rounded the upstairs corner, Bra came out of her hiding spot giddy as a school girl.
"You know, mom, this is funner than I'd thought it would be!"
"Told you. Did you find it?"
"Right here!" Bra said as she held up an industrial-sized remote.
"You know what to do.." they both started laughing in a way that can only be described as sinister..
"Sleep tight!"
AN: But that Rush Hour reference, right? Sooo not dated.. Next Chapter: Holy shit guys, Bulma is going to lock our TWO heroes in a room with… wait for it… ONE BED! Will they pledge undying love for one another? Will they bring forth the Vegeta-Breifs heir? Or will they nonchalantly respect each others' boundaries on a king size and, ya know, sleep?