Chapter 4 - How It Could Be
Pan was sitting in her room at her desk, Writing, A hobby she never found time for anymore, So she was quite contented.
Then she heard a knock at her window.
The smile she previously had soon vanished, As she turned around to see a smirking face.
"So you miss me yet?"
"I dunno what your talking about". She said blankly before turning back to her notebook.
"Oh yeah ya do". He grinned while climbing in her window "You must be getting sick of kid sized me, Hankering for the man back".
She let out her usual throaty disgusted response.
He made his way over to her desk and casually sat himself on the notebook in front of her.
She sat up straight and gave him an expectant look.
"You must be missing me at least a little". He teased leaning forward, towards her.
"Nope". She popped, Before pulling her notebook out from under him, Forcing him to stand up off her desk.
She stood and made her way over to the book shelf to put her notebook away, He followed quickly behind her.
"Believe it or not I actually prefer for people to talk to me, Not tease me". She said as she placed the book on the shelf, Then turned to meet two huge eyes which were only getting closer.
She stepped back and found herself trapped between Trunks and her bookshelf.
"That so?" He asked gruffly, While bringing his hand up to gently stroke her jawline.
She felt a tingle run all the way up her spine causing her to tense from the neck downward.
"So thats why you never give into me, Cause you wanna talk, Well I am quite a cunning linguist". He smirked tilting his head to the side and nearer to her
"And thats why your a master debater" She smiled, Enjoying their back and forth as she always did.
"Now now Panny, Stop penetrating my sentences and trying to adulterate their true meaning". He said smoothly still moving closer to her.
"Their true meaning is lascivious". She whispered smugly, Fully aware of his close proximity, Feeling no need or want to push him away like she usually would.
"Huh look at that, Your also a master debater". He whispered sensually.
She could feel his hot breath on her lips and felt herself strangely drawn towards him.
"Only when it comes to you". She breathed
"I'm flattered". He smirked before crashing his lips against hers.
He pushed her further into the book case, Knocking a few books on the floor.
Neither of them noticed.
Pan grabbed the back of Trunks neck while wrapping one leg around his waist.
His hand immediately grabbed her thigh pulling her towards him as he held her against the book shelf by her waist, First pushing her with his hand then his entire body was holding her in place.
He ran his hand, That had been holding her waist, Gradually up the side of her body, Still heatedly kissing her.
His hand glided slowly up her neck until his fingers became entwined in her hair.
He grabbed her hair tightly, Pulled her head back slightly so her mouth would open for him.
He took her bottom lip into his mouth and slowly grazed his teeth across it.
She let a moan escape before pulling her own lip back into her mouth, Tasting him.
She pulled his head forcefully towards her mouth, Capturing him.
A throaty growl emanated from him as she began to take control.
Pulling at his shirt before grabbing the hem and lifting it over his head, Breaking their kiss momentarily.
She took a second to admire him, Gave him a satisfied smirk before seizing his lips again, Her hands gripping at his muscular back.
She briefly parted her lips from his to gasp as felt him push himself against her, Before vehemently taking them again.
He began to move his waist back and forth, Rubbing against her, She inhaled sharply And he seized his opportunity, slow, teasing, open mouth kisses ran up her neck, She was lost in pleasure.
Then she felt his teeth forcefully nipping at her, She had to stop herself from moaning.
She had no idea that his euphoric actions on her neck were just a distraction from his hand now slowly making its way from the underside of her thigh towards her most sensitive area.
She felt his hand touching her threw her jeans, She stopped all movement, Including her breathing.
He brought his head forward to face her, He looked into her eyes, Then slowly started to massage her.
She closed her eyes, Opened her mouth, No sound came out just a satisfied breath.
He smiled and began to stroke harder, Then faster, She tilted her head back and this time a moan escaped.
He watched her lust filled face with desire, Biting his own bottom lip as he watched her moan for him.
He brought his head towards her and slowly ran his tongue up the front of her neck, Starting at the base of her nape, Across her throat and finally stopping at her chin.
She moaned loader before bringing her head down to face him.
Their eyes met.
He looked into her with a burning passion.
Suddenly he had swung her other leg into his arm, Picked her up and was now carrying her across the room.
She felt her back being laid down on her desk, Legs hanging over the edge still being held by him.
He bent over her, Capturing her lips once more as his hand wandered down her body.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head to reveal her perfect breasts being concealed by her black lace bra.
He stood to admire her, Smiled and to Pans surprise spoke.
"Just admit it Pan, You… me".
She looked at him confused, He had clearly said something she didn't hear.
"What?" She asked, Unable to understand what he was doing.
"Come on Pan". He scoffed in his manly voice.
"Pan". He said again, Only she heard something else as well.
"PAN". The other voice shouted.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, To hear her own name being yelled at her while she was being vigorously shaken.
"Pan, Get up, Mom made pancakes, HA get it Pan-cakes".
"Oh yeah, Ha ha ha". She said sarcastically as she sat up.
"I'll race ya downstairs". He said excited before jumping off the bed and out the door.
Pan yawned and scratched her head as she made her way downstairs to join the younger version but still the bane of her existence.
She sat at the table, Playing with her cereal, Lost in thought.
"That was a weird one, I've never dreamt about Trunks before, At least not in THAT sense.
And what was he trying to say, I something him, Well he did ask me if I missed him, Guess thats what he was trying to get me to admit.
Pfft stupid Trunks, Even in my dreams he enjoys making no sense and annoying the crap outta me".
"Pan".
"…"
" Paaan?"
"…"
"PANNY".
"Jesus, What?" She snapped at the loud realisation of her name being called.
"Your acting weird". Trunks stated calmly.
"How would you know, You barely know me". She scoffed, Still mildly irritated.
"I didn't mean weird for you, I meant weird for a person". He grinned.
"Oh gee, Thanks". She huffed sarcastically.
"And what do you mean I barely know you, Bet older me knows a ton about you, So that counts". He stated arrogantly.
"Pfft are you kidding, He doesn't even know my favourite food, colour, hobby, song, scent or person, All he knows is my favourite attack, And thats cause I use it on him often enough".
"Well you don't know that stuff about him so…"
He was cut off by a very irritated Pan, who did not want to spend today like the previous, Answering endless questions
"Cheeseburger, Blue, He tells people Dragula by Rob Zombie but its actually Superman by Five for Fighting, Ice hockey, The beach but if we're talking bottled scent then vanilla and he would never say it out loud but Vegeta"
"Oh….huh" He flashed her a cocky smile before turning his attention back to his pancakes.
"What?"
"Oh nothing".
"No you've got that look on your face again, Spill it".
"Its nothing, Your right its completely insensitive for someone to not know every little thing about a person that they simply tolerate".
"What are you… I don't know every little thing about him, Its just information that I happened to acquire in the passing and won't leave my brain".
"Uh huh, Sure its is". He smirked
"Trunks Briefs I know what your implying and its bull crap, I know tons of stuff about tons of people".
"Oh okay then". He said in a smug tone that let her know he didn't believe her, before standing from the table.
"Thats not your moms natural hair colour" She stated starting to follow him.
"That so". He said with fain interest.
"Goten played with Barbies till he was 11".
"Pfft even I knew that".
"Marron gave you crabs"
"Back to me again I see". He stated arrogantly "Also eww".
"Ahh…..em….Piccolo doesn't have a penis"
"Really?"
"Yup, Wait a minute why am I justifying my relationship with you, To you, Oh God its too early for this".
"Its 12.30 Panny".
"Well I didn't sleep good okay".
"Really?, You seemed happy enough to me".
"You were watching me sleep?, You little creeper".
"No!, It wasn't like that, I was asleep, You made a noise like you were scared or something and I woke up cause I was…" He stopped himself.
"You were what?"
"Nothing".
She let a small smile cross her face.
"Were you worried about me?"
"No!, Why would I worry about you, I barely care about you, remember".
"I didn't say you didn't care, I said you didn't know, Just because someone doesn't know everything about a person doesn't mean they don't care".
He smiled sweetly at her.
"And just because someone knows a few things about a person doesn't mean they do care, Got it". She warned.
"Yeah, I got it". He smiled.
"Hay wait".
"What?"
"If your mom had time to make you pancakes, Then why the hell am I still watching you?"
The smile soon disappeared from Trunks face, Stammering out.
"Eh…I guess she had to get back to work"
"I get that she needs to fix this, But come on, I wanna go home, Where the hell is Bulla for that matter, Why can't she take care of you, I'm going to talk to your mom"
Trunks was suddenly very anxious to stop her.
"Maybe you shouldn't, Think shes pretty busy and…"
"I'll be right back". She said clearly not listening to him.
"Hay Pan". Bulma smiled.
"Yeah yeah hay, Can I go home yet?"
"I've almost figured this out, I can feel it".
"If you've still not figured it out, How come you stopped to make Trunks pancakes". She asked, Clearly thinking it was a waste of her valuable time.
"Cause he wanted them".
"Why didn't he just ask me".
"He said he didn't want to wake you" Bulma grinned.
"But he woke me up anyway".
"After waiting three hours, Thats pretty impressive for a kid".
Pan sighed, silently agreeing with her.
"Okay I get it, But can you please get Bulla or Vegeta to look after him or something".
"I don't wanna do that to him".
"What?" Pan asked, Confused.
"I dunno, He likes spending time with you". Bulma shrugged.
"No he doesn't he's just tolerating me, Same as ever". Pan scoffed.
"I wouldn't say what Trunks does is tolerating you".
"What?" Pan asked yet again with the same confused look on her face, This was one of the main reason she wanted to go home. She was sick of standing around with a perplexed look on her face having no idea what people were talking about.
"Look its none of my business" Bulma continued "All I know is that when ever Trunks has that huge goofy smile on his face, Its because of you"
Pan found herself thinking back to all their "arguments", It was true, Every time he had left he always had a smile on his face, Whats more so did she.
"And that kid up there has been waiting all morning just to hang out with you, I wouldn't wanna disappoint him".
She saw the contemplative look on Pans face and couldn't help but grin.
"Uh..okay". Pan stuttered out, Bringing herself out of her thoughts "But don't think this means you can take your time figuring this out" She stating forcefully as she headed back up stairs.
"Soooo" Pan stated cheerfully as she entered the kitchen, Grabbing Trunks attention.
"You like hanging out with me huh?" She grinned arrogantly.
"What? No!" He snapped.
"Oh okay then" she said in the same tone he had earlier.
"Shut Up!, I don't" Trunks huffed, Burying his head in his arms on the table.
Pan sat in the seat next to him and leaned her head down to his level.
"For what its worth". She said leaning her head closer to him "I kinda like hanging out with you too".
He lifted his head slightly so she could see one eye glance her over for any signs of mockery.
She smiled sweetly at him and the corner of his mouth perked up.
"Come on". She said standing up and pulling at his arm a little.
"What?" Trunks asked sitting up, Watching her head towards the back door.
"I'm still not gonna spar with you". She said forcefully "But a little target practice couldn't hurt". She grinned as she saw the ecstatic look on the young boys face.
"Okay, Just so we're clear, This is target practice, Got it, TARGET, Its about the aiming not the power, We're trying to hit the cans, Not destroy the cans okay".
"Well as hard of a concept as that is, I believe I can manage it Panny". He stated with arrogant sarcasm feeling he was being patronised again.
"Okay, I was just saying, Now go ahead and try". She urged .
He suddenly had a very serious look on his face, As he stared down his "enemies".
A huge flash of white erupted from the boy and suddenly his targets were gone.
Pan glared at him as he grinned innocently at her.
"Whoops"
"Yeah yeah, I'll go get more cans, You try to turn it down".
"Okay, This time how about I go first and show you". Pan advised.
"Okay". He stated shyly, Now a little embarrassed about his smugness earlier.
Pan turned her attention towards the targets, Let out three small blasts, Hitting each can in succession.
She walked over, Picked up the cans and stood them up again.
"Now you try". She prompted.
Trunks took a deep breath, Then raised his hand, Firing three much less powerful blasts, Hitting two out of his three targets.
"Damn!" He exclaimed.
"Two out of three isn't bad". Pan smiled "But what you could try…" She said as she moved towards him.
She stood behind him and raised up his firing arm for him.
"You took a breath before you raised your arm, Try inhaling then firing on your exhale" She said her chin resting on his shoulders adjusting his aim slightly for him.
"Okay…I guess". He stammered
He took his attention away from Pan and focused on the cans again.
Inhaled slowly, Then fired as he exhaled, Nailing his target.
"There ya go". Pan grinned still holding his arm, Then whispered in his ear "You taught me that".
He turned to face her with a look of huge pride on his face that Pan couldn't help but smile at.
"You mean I taught you how to aim?"
"Yeah, You actually taught me a lot of stuff".
"Really?, But I thought we always argued?"
"Yeah we do, Now, We didn't always" As she said it, She realised that she had forgotten that he hadn't always argued, They did use to enjoy spending time together, Why had she forgotten.
"Good" Trunks smirked up at her.
Pan laughed under her breath "Come on short stuff, Lets feed you".