CHAPTER 3: The Realization
Pan awoke to the smell of bacon. She opened her eyes only to find herself in her room in Capsule Corp. She went downstairs in the kitchen to find Bra and Goten sitting across from each other and Trunks at the stove. She sat down and watched Goten and Bra intently. They were looking at each other in the most intense way as if they were ready to pounce on each other and rip their clothes off.
"So, how did I end up here last night?" asked Pan
"Trunks carried you home after the club. You seemed a little weird so we didn't want to leave you home alone last night." Answered Bra
"Oh thanks Trunks. Bra, Goten, are you guys having that bacon too? Or is Trunks just going to eat it all after he makes it?" Pan said, chuckling
"Oh well actually me and Bra are getting ready to go out to breakfast… by ourselves. So I guess you and Trunks can just share the bacon."
"Well okay then. I guess there's more bacon for me and Trunks then." Pan grinned
Trunks laughed and kept cooking. A few minutes later Bra and Goten left for their breakfast.
Trunks sat down with a big plate of bacon and two plates.
"Here you go, Panny." Trunks said before chomping on a piece of bacon. "Do you want to spar today?"
"Sure, sounds like a lot of fun actually. I haven't trained in a while"
"Well I doubt you can beat me"
"Aw Trunks, that's adorable that you think you can beat me"
"You're on Pan." Said Trunks smirking slightly
"Fine let's go, Boxer-Boy"
A few minutes later Pan and Trunks flew into an empty field.
"You ready Pan-Cake?"
"Sure am, Boxer-Boy."
Pan made the first move and ran towards him. She threw a punch and he grabbed her fist and put her in a full nelson. He flew up high with Pan still in his grasp and threw her towards the ground. She skidded to a stop and flew at him again, kicking and punching with skill. He grabbed her arm again and threw her as hard as he could. She landed on the ground with a hard thud and he flew down towards her and straddled her slim hips.
"Tired yet, Pan?"
"Ugh no, I'm not."
Pan struggled, wiggling her hips under Trunks.
"Oh Jesus, Pan. Can you please stop moving?"
Pan blushed a deep scarlet color. She moved a little more and Trunks' eyes widened.
'If she moves anymore she's going to know what she's doing to me…' Trunks thought.