Chapter 5
Just Trunks
Pan glared furiously at a spot of dirt on the title floor, and scrubbed it again with more fever the next morning.
"Son Pan."
Pan stopped her scrubbing and craned her neck to see who was speaking to her. It was Master Doshen. "I don't know what you did wrong to his rooms," he spoke, his face one of controlled anger, "But Prince Trunks wants to see you."
Pan's hand froze in mid-scrub. What does he want with me?!? She thought. Hastily she stood up and threw the scrubber in the bucket, bowed to Master Doshen, took the gold pass he held out to her, then left.
Cautiously she opened the door to his room after she showed her pass to the guards, and she heard a mocking voice say, "Come in, won't you?"
Pan stepped in and shut the door behind her. "You wanted to see me, Prince Trunks?" she asked with a bow.
"That's why I called you, you know." He stepped out of a room, a closet, Pan guessed, so that she could see him. He looked at her, almost in disgust. "You reek of cleaning soap, and your clothes…" he didn't finish his thought.
Pan pushed back the tears that threatened to arise. What did he want from her?! But instead she glowered at him; she cold not let him see she was hurt by his comment. "Well, what do you expect? I am a servant now, you of all people should know that!" she snapped. She pulled back her hand, ready to strike him, and then froze as she realized what she was doing. She dropped her hand to her side. She had almost slapped the Prince of Vegeta!
"Were you about to slap me?" Prince Trunks hissed, his eyes livid.
"What if I said yeah?!" Pan challenged.
Prince Trunks didn't know what to say. This female saiyan was making it painfully obvious that she was spirited and would challenge him if the need be. She had been the only saiyan to challenge him ever, except his father. He turned, showing his back to her, knowing that she was smirking.
"What did you want to see me for? If you're just going to stand there and stare at the wall, count me out."
Prince Trunks sighed and turned back around to her, holding a small box in his palm. "Here." He threw the box to her. "Now get out."
She caught the box, and for once actually listened to the Prince and walked out of the room, thrusting the box into her pocket.
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Pan did not get the chance to open the box until she was in her room at night, have been too busy to even peek at it.
She opened the box carefully, not sure what to expect, then gasped when she saw what it was. It was a beautiful necklace, in a design she had never seen before, and was pretty sure she'd never be able to afford something like this. It was based on a simple black chain. From it hung 5 different small, black chains. The sides were then smallest, and they got longer as they worked their way in; the middle was the longest. Each chain had a small, teardrop shape ruby on the end of the chain, each of them a blood-red color.
"It's… beautiful!" she breathed, just staring at it. Rather then just say thanks and be done with it, he went through the trouble to get me this! She thought about it for a moment, and then reasoned that a gift was better then any old thanks. She stared at it a moment longer, then hid it in the mattress of her bed, knowing that it was too expensive for a 'servant' to wear.
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"Son Pan!" a voice roared, rousing Pan from her sleep. She checked the time, finding it to be morning.
She recognized the voice to be Master Doshen's and answered back, "Yes sir?"
"Get your lazy, good-for-nothing ass out here!" he roared. "Some how, you've managed to do it again. Prince Trunks wants to see you."
Pan scurried out of bed, did her hair, changed her clothes, and dashed out of her room. She took the pass from Master Doshen, bowed to him, and was gone in a flash.
She knocked on the door and heard the muffled reply, "Come in." She opened the door after showing the guards her pass, and Prince Trunks was sitting up on his bed. "What is it, my Prince?" she asked after she bowed. With one look at him her question answered itself.
Her eyes trailed down from his own intense blue eyes to his sculpted chest, her eyes catching sight of a long deep gash, which was still bleeding.
Once again she was at the side of his bed. "For the love of Kami, Prince, What happened?!"
"I had more…. 'Royal matters' to attend to last night. Since you're the only one who knows about this…"
"What?!" she exclaimed. "You mean to tell me that you haven't informed the palace healers?! You're more stubborn then I thought," she said.
"I can't tell them," he said. "Lord Frieza ordered me not to…"
Pan's eyes filled with sorrow for him, but it quickly disappeared, not wanted to hurt his pride any further. "Lord Frieza did this to you?" she asked, angered that Frieza would do such a thing to her Prince.
Trunks adverted his eyes. "It's nothing I didn't deserve…"
"I'll be damned if you deserved this," Pan said, and looked around for the cream she had used the other night. She found it under the bed, for it had rolled under there somehow, then applied it to his cut. "Why did you call me up here to do it?" she asked.
"Because I… I couldn't find that cream of yours," he answered. Truth was, he knew it had rolled under the bed-he just couldn't stand the pain long enough to reach it.
"I'll change your sheets tomorrow, so that way no one will know." She bowed and turned to leave.
"Pan."
What does he want now?! She thought and turned to him, forcing her voice to sound calm. "Yes, my Prince?"
This time, in a voice loud enough for her to hear, he said, "It's just Trunks."
Speechless, Pan left, closing the door behind her silently.
Author's Note: Hey! Did you like? I hope so!!! I am SO happy about all the reviews!! So soo SOOO happy!!! ^-^ Thank you all SO much!
Oh, and I wanted to clear something up- Kizzy wondered why the saiyans won't let the females train-the answer to that will be coming up in later chapters-I hope it clears things up ^-^.
I'm trying to make this story as different as possible, though still trying to make it believable. I hope I'm doing a good job of it!!