AN: Chapter 4 takes place upstairs from Chapter 3! Enjoy
Chapter 4
Pan yawned as she typed in the familiar code to Trunks' old bedroom. She waited as the doors let out a hiss and slid open. His cologne. She inhaled the scent of the room deeply as memories flooded back. How many times had she been in here? A thousand? She smiled and untied her robe as she thought about all the random conversations shared and pranks planned in this room. She walked over to the dresser and opened the third drawer to the right to get some sweat pants. There was no way she was sleeping in this god-forsaken robe.
As she tied the drawstring of the pants she heard another hiss. Her head shot up to the door to see Trunks, stunned, and staring at her naked breasts. She stood silent as a deer in the headlights, staring nervously as she felt Trunks' eyes scan over her body. She felt dizzy.
"..."
"..."
Trunks noticed his towel was fitting a little differently so he turned away from her, facing the closed door. And, you know, also for her modesty. But that was more of an after thought.
"Where did those come from?" Trunks broke the eternal silence, although his eyes kept devouring her body through the reflection of the metal door. Pan finally came back to reality and closed her robe tightly. And proceeded to throw a picture frame at him.
"Shut up, boxer boy.. And it's called knocking.."
"No.. They're called 'knockers'" he said laughing, trying to turn the awkward situation into a joke..
"Could you can the puns and just get out, Trunks!" Pan let out in a frustrated growl
He snorted out another laugh, "Cans! You said ca-"
"OUT!" She knew her face was bright red, from embarrassment and now anger.
"Hey now.. This is 'my' room.. And by the way, are those my pants?" There was a dangerous silence from Pan.
"..."
"Ok, ok... geez.. Even though this is the Trunks' bunk.. I guess if it makes you happy I will g.."
Suddenly, as Trunks' hand went to press the security code to open his door, there was a house wide electrical hiss, shortly followed by total darkness!
"Trunks?"
ACROSS THE HOUSE
"Oh no, mom. The electricity went off. Now whatever will we do." Bra said with extremely fake enthusiasm before realization hit, "Wait, does this mean I can't watch TV or blow dry my hair tonight."
"Stop thinking about yourself here, Bra"
"Oh ya... I forget this was all about you."
"Pretty much.. That is unless you're pregnant."
"I'll ware my hair wavy tomorrow."
"Ok then." The 2 blue-haired fiends then waited in silence for..
"Mom! Can you turn on the back up? What happened?! Hello? Mom!" Trunks yelled from the upstairs bedroom. The girls started giggling as they heard whispered arguing and something glass being shattered, more than likely from a blind stumble in the dark. Or Pan.
"Bulma! Hey We're locked in!" this time it was Pan..
"OH NO, I CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE BACK UP POWER TO WORK. I GUESS YOU 2 WILL JUST HAVE TO HANG TIGHT TONIGHT! I'LL FIX IT BY THE MORNING!" Bulma yelled through the house and was happy to hear silence from Trunks' bedroom.
BACK IN THE BUNK
There was an awkward moment of silence as the ramifications of being locked in the same room together, in their state, sank in.
"Why? Why couldn't you guys just settle for basic-ass wooden doors?"
"Mom loves her tech…"
"Yep…"
"Well.. Uh.. I guess I'll get you a shirt then.." trunks said as he scratched the back of his head in the dark, walking towards the general direction of his drawers.
"Well I was looking for one earlier, I think they might be in this one," she said bending over. They bumped hands as they reached towards the same drawer..
"Ha ha.. I guess this must be it." Trunks' soft spoken comment echoed through the room as he stared over Pan's silhouette in the dim moonlight from the window. They were standing so close. Too close. Her wet hair teased around crystal blue eyes, large as saucers. Both of their hands clasped over the drawer handle.
Pan swallowed in a deep breath as his voice became a deeper. They were standing so close. Too close. She shook her head, ignoring that little butterfly which would not seem to stop tormenting her today. The silence that would usually be filled with jokes and quips was remarkable thin and intrusive. Breathing seemed too loud.
"Ya, this is the right drawer," she said as she started digging though clothes. Trunks turned around as Pan put on one of his shirts. Of course, he couldn't see her that well to begin with inside the dim moonlit room, but he needed an escape from their previous close encounter. He felt a light cotton thump on the back of his head as Pan threw a pair of balled up sweat pants at him.
"Thanks," he murmured as he slipped them on under his towel. Pan watched the silhouette of his towel fall to the ground and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding with a shiver as he turned around.
"Are you cold?"
"Huh? Oh. Yes? I'll just wear the robe over the shirt, no biggie!"
Trunks walked to his bed and started to fold back the covers. He looked back to Pan-statue staring at his bed.
"Are you going to sleep standing up?" The comment broke Pan's thoughts of asking where she could sleep. What an absurd idea! How many times had they slept together? Why should it possibly be different now? Stop overanalyzing and go to bed. With Trunks. Just walk to the bed and lay down. Or keep standing here like a deer in the headlights.
"I was thinking about it." She thought about just flying out the window to an unoccupied-by-Trunks bedroom, but if it's an electrical issue, those might be locked up too. Ugh, shut up, Pan! You'll look like a scared little idiot kid if you even suggest it! Just get in the damn king-sized bed… There's already a pan-sized nook with your name on it!
"Ok. Goodnight," he said as he stretched his arms above his head and let out a beautiful yawn and flopped over on the bed, snuggling into the side of the bed Pan always slept on.
"Hey! You know that's my side," she said as she marched over to the bed.
" What does it matter if you're going to sleep standing up?" With a huff, she started to physically scoot him over. He just flopped awkwardly as he pretended to be asleep. After a few failed attempts to force the lifeless mass of dead weight to the left, she smirked evilly at her chance for payback.
If someone was to be looking through the window at this moment, they would see an innocent looking purple-haired boy, sleeping with his mouth wide open, and a raven-haired beauty with an evil glint in her eyes stalking behind him with her hands stretched stiffly into the air above him, her fingers tense and hooked, Dracula style. Maybe the glisten of drool falling from her hungry mouth. (Enter cello music in E minor here)
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Trunks voiced ripped through the air as an onslaught of fingers burnt the flesh of his torso.
"Roll over and play dead!" she laughed along with him. He escaped by rolling himself into a cocoon of covers, with only his face exposed. He stuck his tongue out and turned on his side, his back facing Pan.
She smiled. Finally that stupid hormone driven elephant had left the corner of the room, through the window, she guessed. Things felt normal, not awkward. . Just as she sat on the bed, The Trunks Chimichanga rolled back over, knocking her off. They were like kids again. She giggled, trying to rip the covers off of him.
Soon she had him pinned down with her legs as she struggled through a combination of pulling and tickling. This did not go unnoticed by Trunks. Somewhere through the hazzy fog of a tickle attack, he realized the position he was in, and didn't hate it. Something started churning inside of him and his fingers lost the power to hold on to the covers. With a hard tug, Pan ripped the cover off of his upper body and took a second to admire her good work and his good body.
"Are you ready to stop playing this silly little game and give me my side of the bed, Mr. Briefs?" She said, wiggling her fingers like Freddie Kruger.
"Nope. Besides, I'm now immune to your torture."
"How's that?"
"Buddhist-like concentration." He said smugly. Pan decided to test his theory. She wiggled her fingers up and down the sides of his stomach. Nothing. Not a flinch. She tried harder. Still nothing. She tried the opposite rout and barely grazed the tips of the fingers around his stomach. She felt him shiver once but that was all. Amazing! She must learn this mind trick. The confident Trunks lay underneath her, now with his hands behind his head smugly. He thought for a second she could break him when she moved her hands so softly across his body, but he maintained!
She became hypnotized watching her hands dance across his naked, sculpted torso, open for her to touch. He cocked an eyebrow as she looked at him mischievously and slowly lowered her hands back to his torso. He watched with curiosity as she lightly slid her hands down him on both sides until she reached his hip bones. What started as playful became intensely sensual, and neither one dared to stop. Did she understand that this was turning him on so much, surely she could feel it. He could feel her warmth.
Suddenly, she hooked her thumbs down and started to wiggle them back and forth at the juncture between his hip bones and groin, right below his beltline. His reaction was instant and unexpected. As she hooked her thumbs into him, his eyes shot open and his entire body contracted. Instinctually, his hands shot to the sides of her hips, right above the bend of her legs. The sound that came out of him was not a scream or laugh like Pan had originally intended, but rather a mix between a hiss and a deep, guttural moan. Something inside that moan wouldn't let her stop, so she continued to tease him, expressionlessly enjoying the way he was slowly wriggling beneath her, squeezing her center down closer to him, the way his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his head was rolling to the back of the pillow. Somewhere, a slow rhythm between them developed, not urgent or hungry, but not timid either.
His hands slowly started to snake up her body, inside her robe and up her soft, toned stomach, but something in him stopped his hands at the bottom of her shirt. His shirt. He let out a long, loud huff and squeezed the loose fabric at the bottom of her robe, curling it around his fists.
"You win." He said, looking her in the face for the first time in five minutes. They were both breathing hard, despite the fact that they had hardly moved in minutes, or maybe hours. Pan nodded, sobering up, as Trunks moved over and Pan cozzied up on her side, back facing him.
"Just for the record," Pan started, staring holes into his bedside table.
Trunks shifted his head towards her voice, "Huh?"
"This's still your sister's robe."
"Ugh. Take it off."
"Oh, Trunks!" Pan did her best Bra impersonation, while throwing it across the room.
"Go to sleep!"
"Sweet dreams," she giggled.
He looked over the curves of her body one more time, and with a puff, turned on his other side, knowing that that thing beside him was going to be the death of him in one way or another.
"Night."
AN: If you look at the timeline… This whole story (from chapter one) takes place over like 10 hours, tops. Seems like Bulma's forced intimacy might actually pay off! Stay tuned for the next chapter, where all 10 hours of Bulma's work are conveniently foiled for further plot development!
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