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Chapter 11

Trunks stood with his arms crossed in front of the window in the control room. His mind wandering as far as the surrounding stars, as he thought about what had happened the night before. Pan's pleas for him not to leave her, the distress in her voice as if she were hanging on to her last lifeline.

He sighed as he unfolded his arms, and ran his hand through his hair as he walked towards the pilot seat. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes… What was he going to do when she remembered? It was just a matter of time now. He was afraid she would never forgive him once she knew everything. Which was why he was contemplating telling her the truth in her vulnerable state, so that she would hopefully think about it objectively…

He felt so guilty with each day that passed… when she looked at him with adoring eyes, when she smiled at him, and especially when he had to lie to her- that ate at him the most. How was he ever going to make it up to her? He knew that anything he did in his lifetime would not account for all the unnecessary hurt he had caused her.

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Pan groaned as she came out of her slumber, her eyes fluttered open and she stretched out her arms. She ran her hand across the empty space next to her, feeling the cold sheet. From what she gathered he had been awake for a while… Maybe he was training…

She sat up her eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room while she scanned the sparse space. Trunks had always been tidy, he hated clutter and his rooms were always filled with the barest essentials like he was afraid to get attached to anything. She noticed the sheathed sword against the wall near the door, the only thing he would never go without. His most valuable possession.

She sat up before swinging her legs off the bed, her bare feet touching the carpeted floor… Trunks loved fluffy carpets, she giggled as she wiggled her toes against the fluffy floor. The strongest man she knew had a weakness for soft and fluffy things… He would kill her if she ever exposed his secret.

She bit her lip and walked towards the sword, an eerie feeling washing over her as if she was about to discover something she would rather not know about. She rolled her eyes and shook it off, it was just a sword! A sword that belonged to the most humble and caring person she knew… She reached for it and slowly unsheathed it, her eyes following the cold, solid metal as it rose from its resting place. She dropped the sheath and held the sword with both hands, just like Trunks had taught her… At least the very few times he allowed her to touch it. She smiled, gently swaying it from side to side, studying the swift, yet subtle movements… It felt good in her hands- since she had grown… maybe she should ask Trunks to buy her one, too.

She closed her eyes, spreading her legs apart in a stance, elbows bent as she prepared to practice the special techniques Trunks had taught her in the chamber. As she made to strike she froze…

She saw it, her on top of some man… "Michael…" She whispered as the memories of that night came flooding back…

With shaky hands she replaced the sword before rushing to the bathroom, hoping Trunks wouldn't come looking for her just yet. She gazed at her reflection as she opened the cold water tap, splashing her flushed face. She returned to her reflection and looked at the distraught, scared eyes staring back at her as memory after memory invaded her mind… Everything! Everything, she remembered… Trunks he was so cold towards her when he found out, no matter how hard she tried and how much she asked for forgiveness, he would not relent. What did she do now? If he knew she remembered he would definitely go back to treating her coldly. But, why was he being so sweet? Was it because she had been sick? Is he waiting for the perfect opportunity to lay it all on her? Why would he keep the truth from her? More importantly, what was she going to do now? Could she get away with hiding the fact that she knew everything?

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Pan stood in front of the mirror for what felt like days. She was so ashamed; how could she let revenge get the best of her and kill someone? But, what was done, was done. There was no stopping it, or taking it back.

Shakily, she sat down on the edge of the bath and leaned against the wall. Had she really changed so much from when she was a child? She wasn't innocent anymore... Impure thoughts swirled in her mind, and if Trunks knew... She swallowed hard. He obviously knew she wasn't a child anymore. He already knew what kind of horrible person she was.

Pan's head was beginning to throb. She didn't know what to do... Should she tell Trunks she knew, or keep pretending everything was okay- like he was? Since she met him, she had hated lying to him, but wasn't he lying to her, too? By keeping everything from her?

The Saiyaness banged her head on the wall. She was an eighteen year old woman, she didn't want to act like a fourteen year old hormonal teenager... But, even more than that, she didn't want to lose Trunks... She didn't want him to go back to treating her like he had. If he was okay with pretending, why shouldn't she be, too?

A knock on the door made her jump.

"Angel?" Since when had Trunks been there?!

She stood up quickly, her eyes wide. She glanced at her reflection, noting that she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Quickly, she pinched her cheeks, adding some color to them before she took a deep breath and opened the door...

"Trunks-kun," she smiled at him softly. "What is it?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow, taking in her appearance. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly… "Are you sick? You look a bit feverish," without thinking he placed a hand on her forehead.

Pan blushed, he was worried about her... She had pulled it off so far, she had him thinking that she thought she was fourteen. She inhaled softly, and his scent engulfed her, almost sending her to her knees. Why did she have to remember now?

She couldn't stop staring at Trunks. He was supposed to be angry at her, but his blue eyes looked so soft as they looked back at her. She found herself smiling softly as she noticed his hair was a mess.

"Angel?" Trunks asked again, tilting his head to the side.

"Sorry," Pan whispered. "I'm not sick, Trunks-kun... Just feeling a bit… bleh."

"Oh," his eyes widened slightly. "Is it one of those things?"

Pan blinked at first, confused before it dawned on her what he meant. "Yeah!" She said quickly. "It's one of those girl things..." She sighed mentally, that was a perfect excuse in case she started acting weird.

She looked up at Trunks, biting her lip and cursing herself for thinking that his slightly horrified expression was cute. This is serious, Pan! She screamed to herself. Keep up your act, and don't let him know!

"Trunks-kun?" She asked softly.

He looked down at her, smiling and ignoring the tick in his spine. "We're close to a planet."

"We are?" Pan's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Trunks nodded. "There's a few things we need to get. If you're not feeling up to it, you can stay on the ship, and I'll run and get them."

"No," Pan shook her head. "I'm fine, please let me go with you, Trunks-kun."

Trunks looked away from her, his breathing had sped up within the last few minutes of being beside her. He needed some air... Being cooped up in a tiny spaceship with her was starting to tear a line in the resistance he had put up. But, how could he even try to do anything... Pan thought she was fourteen, and even when she did remember, then what?

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Pan followed a few steps behind Trunks, letting him lead. He was giving her some space, as well as himself. It made her slightly queasy, did he guess that she had remembered? Or was he only acting like that, because he thought she was on her period?

The young woman sighed, focusing her eyes on the back of Trunks' head. His lavender hair made her smile. That would be something that would forever be his. Her eyes went down his soft neck and strong shoulders. The maroon shirt he was wearing made his shoulder blades stick out temptingly. She could even see a few of his back muscles. She wanted to reach out and touch them, but no... That would be very bad.

After sneaking a glance at Trunks' butt she focused her eyes on the ground. It would be wise for her not to look at all, or else she might accidentally do something her fourteen year old self wouldn't have done.

A few minutes had passed, and Pan grew curious as to why Trunks hadn't stopped yet. She looked up, ready to ask when she froze. Where was Trunks...? Had he left her...?

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Trunks felt ridiculous... Many times he had opened his mouth to say something to Pan, only to close it. Why was he being so shy? Was it because of what she said last night...? He would never dream of leaving her. She was his most important person...

She was important to him, which meant she deserved to know the truth... All of it. And, he would tell her, then apologize for acting like an idiot. For not seeing how much she was hurting, and for not being there when she needed him the most.

"Angel," he turned to look at her, but stopped when he didn't see her. "Angel?" He called a bit louder, looking around the market and aliens, trying to see her black hair.

There was no sign of her, and Trunks' heart started racing. Where did she go? She couldn't have left him, could she? No! She wouldn't, the thought was ridiculous... They must have gotten separated somehow, but he was worried sick. What if she thought he left her?

"Pan!" He yelled, starting to run back the way he walked.

Sensing her energy it took Trunks less than two minutes to find her. But when he found her, he didn't like what he saw. There was Pan, talking and smiling with some alien punk boy. He looked almost human, his green hair, blazing red eyes and a swinging, pointed blue tail set him apart.

"Pan," Trunks walked up to them, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Trunks-kun," Pan smiled up at him, brightly.

"I see he found you," the alien said.

"Just like I told you he would," Pan grinned.

"Yes," the alien smirked. "Well, Pan, it was nice talking to you. See ya around."

"Bye Zeap," Pan waved after him.

"Who was that?" Trunks almost hissed.

"A local, I guess," Pan shrugged. "He offered to show me around, but I told him I was waiting for someone to find me."

"I see," Trunks said, his eyes still narrowed in the direction Zeap had disappeared off to. "Sorry about getting separated from you," he looked down at Pan.

"It's okay," she told him softly, looking up at him. "You found me."

"And, I always will, Angel," he promised. "Come on, let's go get our supplies, so we can go back to the ship."

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Trunks yawned, walking into the kitchen to grab himself a snack. He stopped when he saw Pan sitting on the cabinets, wearing nothing but a tight thin shirt and a pair of panties.

"A-Angel?" Trunks whispered hoarsely.

"Trunks-kun," she smiled at him. "Come here, I have to tell you something."

Trunks' heart thumped. It would be a very bad idea to walk over there, but he didn't try to stop his feet as they moved. He stood in front of Pan, and she grinned, spreading her legs, so that they dangled off the cabinet, and he was right between them. Trunks swallowed hard.

Pan wrapped an arm around Trunks neck, gently leaning against him. She smiled as she whispered in his ear, "I heard you in your room earlier..."

"Huh?" Trunks' chest tightened.

"You were moaning my name, so I decided to peek in..." She continued to whisper, her voice became sultry.

Trunks' eyes widened, his face flushed.

"I saw what you were doing."

"Fuck, Pan!" Trunks leaned back, horrified. "I didn't know you were still awake."

"Do you know how it made me feel?" She asked him, blushing.

"Pan, I'm sorr-"

Before he could finished she grabbed one of his hands that was clenched into fists on either side of her legs and stuck it between her legs, blushing more. Trunks blinked, he could feel it alright... The wetness was taunting.

"Trunks-kun," she whispered, making his hand rub her gently.

She moaned quietly and Trunks' eyes widened, what was she doing to him?! This wasn't right, but he couldn't stop himself, he had wanted this for so long... He began rubbing her himself, sliding his hand in her panties and stroking her folds slowly.

"How about we help each other out?" Pan asked him, leaning against him again.

Trunks grabbed the back of her head, kissing her, hard. His hand moved around, grabbing her chin and tilting her face, so he could slither his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, grabbing a handful of his hair.

Trunks was losing control by the second... Everything about Pan was driving him wild! Her scent, her moans, her taste, her desire- which he could clearly feel.

"Trunks," Pan moaned, pulling away from the smoldering kiss. "Make love to me, Trunks," she begged. "Please," she pulled on his shirt, already stripping hers off. "Make love to me..."

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Trunks gasped, sitting up in his bed, covered in sweat. His body was still shaking from the dream, and the ache between his legs was unbearable. Why did it only have to be a dream...? Oh Kami, was it wrong of him to dream that- was it even worse that he wanted it to be real?

Catching his breath, Trunks stumbled off his bed. The air felt so thick... He wobbled to his door, throwing it open. He felt like he was choking... He grabbed his shirt, ripping it off and leaving it in the hallway as he entered the bathroom and slammed the door.

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Pan jumped when she heard the bathroom door. Was that Trunks? Was he okay...?

Quietly, she finished brushing her hair and smoothed out her dress. It was just a simple red dress that came down to knees, but she was afraid it was a bit too much... Really, all she was doing was meeting Zeap with some of his friends.

She felt almost guilty, and she didn't understand why. It wasn't like her and Trunks were dating; he only saw her as a sister… Then why was this bothering her so much? Maybe she should just not show up, it wasn't like she promised Zeap she would be there.

Carefully, Pan walked out of her room and into the narrow hallway. She heard the shower running. Her eyes knitted together when she saw Trunks' shirt laying on the floor. She picked it up, wondering why it was damp and ripped. Had he been training...? She hadn't noticed at all. Actually, the last time she checked on him, he was taking a nap.

"Trunks-kun?" She knocked on the door softly.

"What?" He grunted, sounding almost dismayed.

"Are you okay?" Pan raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fine," he was practically hissing.

Pan frowned at the door, whatever was wrong with him, he obviously didn't want her to know! Why should she care?! He had to know every little thing that was wrong with her, but he couldn't tell her what was wrong? She started fuming.

"Sure," she said hotly. "Anyways, I have a date, so I'll see you later!"

The shower stopped running, and Pan froze in a midway turn. Something felt cold...

"A date?" Trunks asked, and Pan's eyes widened. She didn't understand his tone at all... She had never heard him speak like this before. It scared her, but even more so it made her heart pound.

"Y-yes," Pan said nervously, looking at the bathroom door. "Well, it's actually not a date. I'm meeting up with Zeap and some of-"

The door flew open, causing Pan to gasp and take a step back, her back bumping the wall. Trunks stood in the bathroom doorway, his hair and chest soaking wet. All he had on was a small blue towel wrapped around his waist.

Pan swallowed hard, blushing darkly as Trunks looked at her. His gaze was so strong, did he not care that he was only in a towel?

"You're not leaving," he told her. His voice having a certain edge to it that caused shivers to run down her spine.