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Chapter 3. THE TRUTH
Last time in: Let's talk about crushes
She blinked. Her eyes had watered but no tear had escaped. "If what you are saying it's the truth I want you to prove me wrong on that. Kiss me again, but do it like you want to."
He hesitated for a minute. What the hell was he doing kissing Pan? But she needed it. Besides, what harm could he do if she had her eyes in someone else… maybe she just needed to test her courage, to feel that boy wouldn't reject her. He wouldn't reject her, not now at least.
He pulled her close slowly, looking at her trembling lips. He grabbed her chin between his fingers and covered her mouth with his lips, slowly. She waited until he closed his eyes before closing hers.
He kissed her softly, he almost pulled away when she opened her lips. He wasn't going to reject her now, she was his friend, he didn't want to hurt her… it was just a kiss, right? He parted his lips to thrust his tongue inside her mouth in a shy way.
Both faces were flushed, their kiss was shy and hesitant, testing waters. His left hand circled her waist and she raised her arms to wrap them around his neck. She deepened the kiss pressing herself against him. He pulled her close tilting his head to the side and enjoying the caress of her wet and warm lips.
Her delicate and small frame contrasted with his strong body. Both gave in the kiss for a minute. The kiss ended when they had to pull away to breathe. His eyes fluttered open scanning her features. She opened her eyes a second later. Both blushed red crimson and pulled away.
She brushed her lips together. "Wow"
He ran his hand nervously through his hair and looked at his feet, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah."
She walked hurriedly out of the bedroom and waved her hand in an open gesture for Trunks to follow her. "Let's cook something. I'm starving."
He followed her close, cursing his flushed face. "You are always starving, Pan."
She smiled. She wasn't hungry right now. It was just a way to get out of there. "Ha ha."
AVOIDING THE SUBJECT.
They didn't talk about it for the next week. He had regretted his actions but she was more than decided to repeat the events.
He couldn't deny the kiss had been great, not that he liked Pan, because he didn't, not physically at least, but it had been so long since he had kissed someone. He even was beginning to think he would forget how to kiss. She didn't seem upset, so it had been just a test. Unfortunately… it had been a test for both and he was locked in here, wanting to kiss and be kissed again… Frustrating… how would he do that if he was trapped with a kid in a space ship for an unknown time? He had to find a way to return Earth… period.
What was he going to do now? He couldn't see her in the same way than before… she was a big girl now and she kissed like one. How old was she anyway? 19? No, 18. Old enough to have a boyfriend, and he was old enough to be single and alone, but that's the way he lived… She would come back to Earth happy and strong, with confidence to date that boy she liked and he would return to bury himself in CC.
She passed by him, wearing a spandex suit. "Want to Spar, Trunks?"
He looked at her dumbly and nodded his head. "Sure."
They had been training for a couple of hours. It had been a little awkward. If it had been just a kiss, why was he feeling so nervous? He balled his fists again ready to attack. He repeated in silence he had to use the logic thought, he was nervous because he had kissed a teenager, a long life term friend, the daughter of his friends, the niece of his best friend… and a saiyan girl. Damn it, maybe that was the problem, she had saiyan blood… Not that he was going to return to Earth and ask his father about it… he would mock him for an eternity and not that his father knew that much about the subject either… Fine, maybe it was because she was a woman and he was a man, that was all.
They kept training for half an hour more and Trunks couldn't focus as he used to. She had a nice body… not that he liked her, it was just an opinion, his mother and his sister had a nice body too and he didn't like them. For a moment he felt like he was making up excuses because he had been making mental notes about her body all the time they had been training.
He didn't want her to think that kiss meant something, it had been just a silly… no, a stupid impulse. It had been like a little challenge, and he couldn't resist it because of his stubbornness. Thank you father… thank you mom… thank you both… He needed to know that nothing had changed.
He sighed, laying on the floor. "I need to tell you something."
Her eyes sparkled and she lifted her torso, resting her weight on her elbows. "Yes?"
He swallowed and blushed slightly. "About the kiss… erm… it was just a friendly kiss, Pan…"
She tightened her lips. Not again. "I know, Trunks."
He closed his eyes for a moment. He needed to do this. "I don't want to be rude but I don't have feelings for you, Pan."
She balled her hands and acted as if nothing happened. "I'm not asking for feelings."
He opened his eyes wide and straightened to a sitting position. "What?"
She cursed her choice of words. Stupid, she was practically saying she wanted an open relationship with him. "I mean, there are no feelings involved, we both wanted to prove a point."
He nodded his head. He was relieved, at first he had thought she wanted to have something with him. "You are my friend, Pan. I didn't want you to have the wrong impression."
She opened her hands, resting the palms flat on the floor. "I know."
He shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of the red tint on his cheeks. "It was just a kiss, just to… prove that… every man would kiss you."
She turned her head to the side and gritted her teeth for a second. "I know, Trunks."
He smacked his lips and looked at her. "I mean it. You are cute, Pan."
She wanted to kill him now. Cute? Cute? She wasn't a child. How dared he?. "Trunks, you are overreacting. Everything's fine. I'm grown up, you know. Just get over it."
She stood up quickly, leaving a shocked Trunks on the floor.
THE TRIGGER IS PRIDE.
He shook his head and pressed his lips together. Get over it? She had talked as if he was a crushed teenager! She told him she was grown up as if he hadn't noticed, as if he wasn't! Maybe she wasn't so young. Stupid him… Get over it? Damn… It seems she didn't care about the kiss… Get over it? Shit! How could a girl tell him that? He had to stop taking everything so seriously. Get over it?
He slammed his hands on the floor and stood up. He needed a shower, he was acting like a child.
After the shower he couldn't forget the words "Get over it", his pride was hurt. He was annoyed. His logic thought was telling him to leave things as they were, but part of him was shouting to prove her wrong. Part of him wanted her to take back those words.
It had been his fault, he had treated her like a child too, making up excuses and repeating over and over that he had no feelings for her and the kiss meant nothing… Yes, it was his fault, maybe he pushed a trigger and she just reacted.
Well, it wasn't going to happen again. He was the grown up and she was the child. He didn't need to get over it, she was the one who needed to get over it… then again… she acted like she give a damn about that kiss… What the hell had just happened? Not even one woman had rejected him! And it seems she was rejecting him.
He shook his head. She wasn't rejecting him, he had done nothing! She just rejected his excuses, that was all.
She called him. Dinner was ready. He didn't give a damn about dinner. He wasn't hungry now. He was pissed off.
Four days later.
They didn't talk about it, but they started training daily, avoiding to talk after a spar. Pan used to cook while he took a shower and then he finished the cooking while she took a shower. They sat together eating in silence.
Pan was angry with herself, she had almost tell him. He needed to realise she was a woman, not a child and she would show him that. What else could she lose? But then again, she wouldn't risk their friendship, if she needed to make him believe she had a crush on some boy, she would do it.
Her words had been playing in his mind over and over again. He didn't need to get over it, he didn't like her, she was a teenager and he didn't like teenagers. She had a nice face but, come on, he didn't need another worry in his life. In fact, he didn't date anymore. He didn't have time and he didn't like the way women threw themselves to him, life wasn't just sex, looks, power and money, not that he didn't enjoy all that, but it wasn't enough, not for him.
Every woman around him was either snobby or air-headed, fine there was the third type… the all science and knowledge kind… What kind of boy would she like? Of course, he was just curious. She was a very special girl and he didn't know what special girls looked for in a man. Nice girls usually didn't knock at his door, thinking he was an asshole, greedy, snobby and a woman-whore. He chuckled softly, Goten would fit more in that description than himself.
THE TRUTH.
After a long training session he laid down with his back against the floor. "So, are you telling that boy that you like him?"
She blushed, rolling onto her stomach, beside him. "Probably."
He chuckled and watched her for an instant. "Are you chickening out?"
She glanced at him and replied. "Maybe."
He shrugged still smiling. "You are the strongest woman on Earth. I just can't believe you are afraid of something that simple."
She rolled her eyes and placed her chin on her hands. "It's not simple, Trunks, but maybe I will"
He nodded his head, and then replied "Good, I'm sure he will be glad."
She smiled playing with her fingers. "Are you?"
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Yes, I am."
She giggled, shaking her head.
He raised both eyebrows, turning his head to the side. "What?"
She held back a chuckle. "Nothing."
He squinted his eyes while looking at her intensely. "What?"
She breathed deeply, hiding her mouth behind her arms. "How can you be so sure?"
He pressed his lips together and smacked them before answering. "I'm not but, I guess he will."
She smiled bitterly. "It doesn't matter, Trunks. I'm not even sure that I'll tell him."
His tone of voice deepened. "That would be a mistake, Pan. If you don't tell him you will never know if he likes you, unless he makes the first move, of course."
She rolled her eyes, if he just knew the truth. "I don't know if I can do that, Trunks. If I was to tell him right now, I wouldn't know what to do."
He looked at her seriously. "Once you start talking you will know what to do."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, sure. I wouldn't know what to do even if I was practicing."
He laughed, amused at her shyness. "That's it, Pan. You just need practice. Maybe if you practice every night in front of the mirror, you will have the courage to…"
She cut him off punching his arm. "Don't be silly, Trunks. It doesn't work that way! I would need to pract…"
She trailed off before she talked too much, but he noticed and arched his eyebrows. "What? What would you need?"
She wasn't sure if what she was about to say was the right thing. She ran her hands through her hair and blushed, looking at the floor. "I would need to practice with som… forget it."
Amusement was written all over his face. He knew he was provoking her and he almost could feel another punch but he kept asking. "With someone else?"
She gritted her teeth, cursing herself. "Damn… Yes and don't you dare to laugh or I will…"
He burst out laughing and challenged her. "Or you will? What? What will you do to me?"
She tried to stand up but he grabbed her arm and stopped her. She just puffed and laid down again. "Or I will beat you!"
He laughed harder, letting go of her arm. "Yes, sure… you will… as if…"
She opened her mouth slightly, showing her teeth, and then she smirked. "You are right, Trunks. I should better use YOU to practice."
He stopped laughing immediately and blinked repeatedly. "What? Use me? You are insane, Pan."
Her grin grew bigger. "It was your suggestion, Trunks."
He looked at her with his mouth opened wide. "It wasn't my suggestion! I told you to practice with a MIRROR."
She slid next to him. "Well, I told you it didn't work that way…"
He stared at her in shock, murmuring. "Is that what you want? Because I don't think it's a good idea"
She blushed red crimson, maybe this was another mistake. "I could try…"
He looked at her in confusion for a moment. He raised his eyebrows when he remembered Goten had told him what she used to do when a boy didn't invite her out again "Come on, Pan. I'll tell you what. When we go back to Earth, tell him and if he doesn't like you, just beat him."
She frowned wanting to kill him. "As if I could do that, don't be st…"
His eyes opened wide at her words. She had trailed off but he knew what she was going to say. "You mean, you can't beat him?"
She turned her head to the other side. "I didn't say that."
Curiosity kicked in. This time it was him the one who slid next to her. "I heard you, Pan. Just admit it."
She looked at him by the corner of her eye. "Fine. I'm not sure if I can. Happy?"
He laughed again and stood up. "Pan, you are crazy. You can beat any human!"
She stared at him and didn't answer.
Somehow the look of her eyes told him that boy wasn't only human. "He is human, isn't he?"
She stared at him again. Her mouth still closed.
His forehead wrinkled immediately and his eyebrows knotted together. "Who is he? Do I know him?"
She shook her head, standing up. "I'm not telling you that, Trunks."
He was shocked. She didn't need to answer, that response had told him it was someone he knew… and maybe… he wasn't completely human. He had a pretty good idea who could be. "It's Uub."
She turned with a look of surprise on her face. "What? You know what, Trunks? Now that I think about it, I don't want to talk about this, but you are WRONG."
He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Yeah, sure… wrong my ass. He was almost sure it was Uub, but… where had she seen him? He was far away… "I'm sorry, Pan. I didn't mean to upset you. Fine, if you need a little practice, let's do it. Let's pretend I'm him."
She couldn't believe he had said that. Her cheeks were red crimson now and she didn't know what to say. "You said it wasn't a good idea."
He shrugged, tilting his head to the side with an innocent look on his face. "I was wrong. It's a good idea, maybe it can help."
She nodded and stepped forward. "Maybe."
He opened his arms smiling widely. "Fine. Tell me what to do? Do I stand here? Do you want me to approach?"
She narrowed his eyes. Damn Trunks, he was mocking her. Fine, he would pay for this. "Do you want me to practice, right now?"
He shrugged again, leaning in a wall. "Yes, why not? If you are not too tired…"
She cursed under her breath, he was challenging her now. "No, I'm not tired, are you?"
He burst out laughing. "Of course not! That spar was like I use to have when I was a KID."
She looked at him furiously. "Fine. Come closer."
He stepped closer to her and gave her an innocent smile. "What's my name by the way? How are you planning to call me?"
She shook her head, grinning wildly. She wasn't going to buy that. He just wanted to have a name and she wasn't going to tell him… or maybe she will… "Trunks. That's your name and that's how I'm going to call you."
He narrowed his eyes. It was his fault after all, she wasn't that naïve to tell him the boy's name and he had made a stupid question. "I know my own name, Pan."
She smirked, placing her hands on her hips. "Do you?"
"Yes"
She chuckled, this was going to be funny. "I'm supposed to greet you first…"
"Well, do it."
She stepped on her toes and approach slowly to his face, kissing his cheek. "Hi, Trunks."
He paled a bit. He had thought she was going to kiss his lips but fortunately, she didn't. He ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Can we skip this part? Let's pretend we chatted for an hour and now you are going to tell me how you feel about me."
Her eyes lit up. It was a way to take everything out of her chest. "Fine. You know, Trunks. I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I like you."
He blushed. He thought the game would be easy to play, but she had pronounced his name and he felt like it was him the guy she liked. "Well, I… I don't know what to say."
Her eyes were glued on his face. "Tell me if you like me or not."
His could feel his face hot and he probably was as red as a tomato now. "I like you too"
She placed her hands on his chest and whispered. "Do you really like me, Trunks?"
He cursed himself for playing this game and began to stammer. "Well, I… we have been friends for a long time… of course I like you."
She half-closed her eyes, scanning his features. "I want to know if you like me, Pan, as a woman, Trunks"
He paled. This was not what he had planned. He had to stick to his original plan and that was finding out who the boy was. "Why do you like me?"
Her hands went to his arms and she started rubbing his forearms softly. "Well, you are nice, you are stronger than I am, you ar…"
He laughed loudly and pulled away holding his stomach. "I'm sorry, Pan. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it… I'm sorry. It's just that…"
She slammed her foot on the floor and balled her hands. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny, Trunks?"
He waved his hand in front of her, trying to calm down. "It's just that… geez, Pan. How am I supposed to play a role when you say those things? Stronger than you? Come on!"
She was angry, very angry, she raised her fisted hand threatening to punch him. "And so what if he's stronger than I am?"
She cursed in silence, now that had slipped out.
He raised his eyebrows still smiling, finally a clue… "Now you are going to tell me that he's stronger than Gohan?"
She narrowed her eyes. What a fool… "Of course not! Not stronger than my Dad!"
He smirked. "Stronger than me?"
She panicked for a moment. What could she say? She was trapped. She couldn't answer that… Her eyes lit up again. Brilliant. "I would call it a draw."
He stared at her in shock. "What? That's not true!"
She smirked, now he was lost. "Yes, it is."
He mimicked her posture and crossed his arms. "Do I know him?"
She held his gaze. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction to run away now. "I would say… Yes. You know him… not that much, but yes."
He blinked, staring at her in shock as a long list of names crossed his mind. "I know who."
She raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, smiling broadly. "Yes. It's Uub."
She smirked, raising a hand to punch lightly his chin. "Well, you are wrong."
He shook his head and answered stubbornly. "No, I'm not. No one else is strong enough to beat you. You said that if would be a draw if we sparred."
She punched his chin again. "Well, it would, but it's not Uub."
He held her hand and lowered it. "Then tell me who he is…"
She blushed for a moment. This was the moment of the truth. "Do you really want to know?"
Something in her voice made him hesitate, but he regained his composure and answered calmly. "Yes."
She nodded, and sat down, patting an empty space beside her. "Then sit down and close your eyes."
He complied and sat down next to her. "Why do I need to close my eyes?"
She hit him playfully, blushing deeper. "Because it's embarrassing, silly."
His look changed from confused to incredulous while watching her move closer to him, and then he closed his eyes. "Fine, tell me."
She stared at him for a second and moved her face closer to his head, and then she whispered in his ear. "Promise me first, that you won't freak out."
Her breath tickled his neck and a shiver ran down his spine. He moved his head a little, placing his arms behind his neck. "I won't. Tell me."
She gave a small nod and bit her lip. She closed her eyes for a moment licking her lips. "You are."
He narrowed his eyes but kept them closed. "I am what?"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, she was barely two inches away from his face. His eyes were glued to her eyes and he had an incredulous look on his face.
Her face was red and she looked at him expectantly before she decided to answer. "You are the one I like."
The world seemed to stop for a second. He couldn't believe it. Oh God, what was he going to do?
She pouted, feeling her strength leaving her body. "You promised you wouldn't freak."
He tore his gaze away from her. She had caught him off guard and he didn't know what to do or say. He gulped. What the hell was he going to do? He was 31 for Dende' sake… 31… What did she want him to do? What did she want him to say? Sorry but I don't like you? Never. He would never break her heart, besides, he liked her, as a friend of course.
She waited patiently but he didn't answer, so she did the first thing she felt like doing and she kissed him.
He didn't react on time and before he knew her lips were over his mouth. He pulled away instantly while blushing furiously.
She would rather be stabbed in the back that rejected, but she gathered some control and murmured against his lips. "If you don't want to kiss me, just say it."
He pulled away grabbing her shoulders. "Pan, I'm sorry."
She held back her tears. She had promised she wouldn't cry. "Are you rejecting a kiss? Didn't you tell me no one would say no to a kiss?"
He shook his head feeling like a total jerk. "No one of your age would say no, Pan, but I'm not a teenager. I must think before I act."
She held his gaze, shooting daggers at him. "If you had told me the truth, I wouldn't have kissed you, Trunks."
He narrowed his eyes. The truth? He was telling the truth. He had said no. What was she talking about? "I'm telling you the truth, Pan."
She held her breath for a second and placed a hand on his forearm. "I'm not talking about this time, Trunks. I'm talking about the first time we kiss. You never said you didn't like me."
He opened his mouth in shock. Was she deaf? He had said he couldn't. "It's not about liking you, Pan. I'm old enough to play these games and you shouldn't play them either."
She tightened her grip on his forearm, getting angry. "Games? I'm not playing!"
He softened his voice, rubbing her hand. "Listen, Pan. You are so young… there's nothing wrong to play, it's just that you have to do it with someone of your age, someone that you have feelings for and someone who has feelings for you. I'm not an option, Pan."
Goddamn. He was turning her down. She was done with this. She pushed him away feeling her eyes water. "You are a jerk, Trunks. I'm more mature than any of your friends. I just made a mistake, have feelings for you!"
With that said she rushed downstairs as her tears ran down her cheeks.
This wasn't exactly turning out as he had thought. He didn't see her cry and he stood there, feeling like crap. She had just admitted she had feelings for him and he had hurt her. Fuck it. He just wanted to be honest. He wasn't going to give in just because she wanted him to. He wasn't going to play dumb and fool around like a teenager. He was a man and he wouldn't do that, not even out of loneliness, but something was clear: he had to talk to her.
He stood up slowly and walked downstairs. He sat on the pilot chair and checked the spaceship status. He didn't want to get into that conversation right now.
An hour later he stood up and walked to the bedroom. She still was in the bathroom. He knocked the door. "Pan."
She wiped out her face and glared at the door. "Screw you."
His brows furrowed worriedly. "Pan, open the door."
She had been pondering what to do and still was clueless. "I'm not here."
He chuckled softly. She was still a kid. "Pan, open the door, I want to talk to you."
She crossed her arms over her stomach and leaned against the wash basin. "But I don't."
He shook his head and put his hands flat on the door. "Please, Pan, open the door, we need to talk."
She shook her head, drying her tears with a Kleenex furiously. "There's nothing left to talk about. Get lost. I'm not talking to you."
He frowned but didn't give up and knocked again. "What if I need to use the bathroom?"
She opened the faucet and let the water run, greeting her teeth while she discarded her clothes. "Be creative. Use a can if you need. You are not coming in."
When she wanted she could be extremely annoying, but this time her comment had been funny. Be creative? She was really mad this time. He turned around and walked away headed to the control room. She needed time and he would have to wait until she was ready.
NEXT DAY.
She didn't talk to him. She was giving him the silent treatment. And silence between them was awkward. She had ignored him all day and he didn't try to talk either. It was too soon to talk. She was hurt and he couldn't blame her.
They stayed out of one another all day. He even cooked dinner and she didn't touch the food.
He frowned, watching her grab four bags of chips to eat in the bedroom. Fine, if she wanted to eat junk food, fine! She would come back later, she had saiyan appetite after all and those chips wouldn't be enough.
FIGHTS.
Next Morning.
He sat down at the kitchen table, she was still mad but at least they were eating together. When they sat down and started to eat she kept her eyes on her plate. She was still avoiding him.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. He was the grown up here. He needed to set things right even if that meant to be the first one to talk. "Look Pan. You don't know how sorry I am. I didn't mean for it to happen. I…"
She tightened the muscles of her face and swallowed what she was chewing. "Save it."
He sipped his soda and looked at her with worry. "You got worked up and I understand, but…"
She cut him off again. "I'm not in the mood to hear you."
He breathed deeply trying to control his temper. "Do you want to spar?"
She stood up leaving the rest of her food on the table. "No."
He was getting angry. Her behaviour was so childish! Fine. He would try something else. "Can we just forget about that, Pan?"
She didn't turn around and kept walking to the living room.
His eyes twitched and he raised his voice a bit. "Come on, we are stuck in here for at least two weeks more."
She stopped in a halt. Stuck? Fine… so he was stuck with her… "No need to be so sweet, Trunks. Just don't talk to me and you won't notice I'm around."
He rolled his eyes again and followed her. "I didn't mean it like that!"
She slumped on the couch after grabbing a book. "I don't know any other meaning for stuck, Trunks"
He tilted his head to the side pondering about his next words. Fine, the word had slipped out of his mouth and she had noticed… "I don't want you to be upset, Pan."
She opened the book and buried her eyes in some page. "Well, I'm upset and there's nothing you can do about it."
He narrowed his eyes, he wouldn't beg… if she wanted to fight, fine. "Fine. I'll leave you alone."
She pretended the text was very interesting and murmured. "Finally."
He had turned to leave but her words pulled a trigger and he stopped, turning around to face her.
She looked up from the book and glared, and then she returned her eyes to the book.
He noticed something peculiar and smirked slightly, and then he turned around slowly and looked behind his shoulder. "By the way, you are holding the book upside down."
She blushed furiously and closed the book, throwing it to his head. "Shut up!"
He chuckled as he stepped out of the way, so the book wouldn't hit him. He bent down and picked up the book, reading the title aloud. "Black holes… umh… interesting. I didn't know you liked science, Pan."
He chuckled again, placing the book on a table. His mother was great, she didn't know how helpful that book had been. He could imagine her face, she hated science.
Pan cursed under her breath. How embarrassing. Damn Bulma and her books.
She woke up still angry with him, but she couldn't deny he had tried to be nice. Maybe she had been rude. She couldn't force him to like her, she could try, but it was useless to stay angry. He had the right to like whoever he wanted and it wasn't her. Maybe it was just her ego complaining.
After dinner he tried to persuade her again. "Want to spar?"
She closed her eyes for a second and shrugged without turning back. "Why not? Let's go."
He smiled. Finally! She wasn't as angry as before. "Great, let's go."
Three hours of sparring later.
They were tired. Both had fought without holding back and now were laying on the cold metal floor.
She was feeling better now, after venting up all her anger.
He rolled onto his side and looked at her. "Are you still mad at me?"
She shook her head avoiding his eyes. "No. I understand, Trunks. You don't like me but we can still be friends."
He frowned at her words and shifted closer. "It's not that I don't like you, Pan. You are great, but too young."
She rolled onto her side, facing him. "Don't give me that, Trunks. I'm not a child. I just wanted to know if you liked me."
He shook his head, stretching out his hand to caress her cheek. "Of course I like you. I already told you how great I think you are."
She grabbed his hand and held it. "Stop playing around, Trunks. Do you like me as a woman?"
His face went white. There she was, straight to the point. What should he say? He didn't want to hurt her again and he didn't want to encourage her either. "Yes, but I wouldn't date you."
She kept his hand in hers. She had nothing to lose now. "I didn't ask if you wanted to date me."
It was like he was lost. He was feeling uncomfortable at her closeness and he nodded his head. "Fine. I like you."
She raised an eyebrow, this was too good to be true. She had the feeling he meant he liked her as he liked every woman, but she would take the risk and the chance. It was worth the try. "Do you think it's disgusting to kiss me?"
He chuckled, loosening a bit. "Of course not! What made you think that?"
She raised both eyebrows and looked at him, straight into his eyes. "Maybe it was only your rejection?"
Now he knew why she was so hurt. He could see the confusion and hurt in her eyes. "I didn't reject your kisses, Pan. I just didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want to take advantage."
She let go of his hand. The look of hurt in her face faded away. She slid her hand up his arm. "Well, you hurt me. Am I such a bad kisser, Trunks?"
He didn't want to jeopardize their friendship, he didn't like her as a woman, well, not that much, but he couldn't let her believe she was a bad kisser, that would destroy her, that would only make her think she wasn't worthy enough or unattractive. "You are not, Pan. I swear you are pretty and I'm sure you are a good kisser. I just don't want a relationship."
She let go of his arm and rolled onto her back. "First, I'm not asking for a relationship. Second, how do you know I'm a good kisser? If I was you wouldn't have rejected me, but it's okay, I understand."
He was getting tired of the argument. "Pan"
She tried to stand up but he pushed her back on the floor, getting closer. "Pan."
She shivered at his closeness and her heart beat fastened. She whispered breathless. "What?"
He leaned closer, stopping just an inch away from her lips. "I can prove you wrong, you know? I can prove you I liked kissing you."
She blushed, looking at his lips. "How?"
He cursed himself for what he had said, but it was too late to take his words back. He didn't answer.
She closed the space between them very slowly, almost hesitant and then she brushed her lips over his.
He kissed her back. He could talk about this when she wasn't so sensible or afraid.
She deepened the kiss, tilting her head to the side to have a better access to his mouth while her hand slid up his chest.
All thought left him. His mind was in blank and he closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist instinctively, but softly.
Her hands wrapped around his neck and she lost herself in the kiss. They pulled away to breathe but she kissed him again, not wanting to pull away. After that kiss, more kisses followed and she lost the track of time, until he pulled away.
He stood up and ran his hand nervously through his hair. "We should stop, Pan. I… I need to check the… I'll be in the control room."
Her face was flushed and she felt a hot wave of embarrassment inside her. She nodded and stood up, straightening her clothes.
They didn't talk about the kiss that night. Both avoided the subject.
To be continued.
Author Notes.
Thanks so much for reviewing: Alexeigirl, Spades, Saiyan Hope, The-lastsaiyan1991. It really feels great to have reviews and it helps me to write the next chapter faster. Lol. Keep reading and reviewing, please!. Thanks.