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A/N:Well, last chapter sure got mixed feelings. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not but I'll keep writing because the plot is complete in my head. And… I'll be a good author and finally finish a story.

A/N: Lemon warning! You all wanted loving, here it is!

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When we last left off…

Pan took in a breath and wondered if Uub would get mad about her being out with a GUY friend. There's only one way to find out. She shrugged it off but prepared herself, just in case, as she unlocked her door.

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Pan pushed, tugged, pulled, and tripped through the door. This was definitely the last time she would ever wear spikes to a date. Sure Pan was a model and was "supposed" to be used to things like this, but my God, shoes were the most uncomfortable accessories mankind has ever created.

Coming into the living room, her eyes started to adjust to the bright lights that were on. That was one thing she didn't like about her place. The lights were way too bright. She placed her plushes on the couch and kicked off her shoes by the door. In that moment, Uub walked into the living room, arms crossed and face stern. Great, just fucking great.

"I would love to run up to you and hug you hello, ask how you are, where those bears came from, why you're dressed so nicely, but I'd only be fooling myself. Where were you and with who?" Uub walked into the room wearing a dark green knit and gray slacks. He moved his Mohawk out of his face and pushed it back.

Pan sighed and sat down. "I called you to tell you that I was going to dinner with Trunks." Pan lied. It always worked too. Uub was not the best phone answerer. Of course, she didn't call him. He would blow a gasket if she told him of her date beforehand.

"Uh huh, and the bears?" Uub nodded at the bears and looked back at her.

"He took me to the carnival." Pan shrugged and tilted her head. "C'mon Uub, you never question me like this. Trunks is a really good friend of mine. I've known him since I was born and he just wanted to catch up with me." Pan stood up and walked over to Uub. She placed her hand against his cheek and gave him her puppy eyes. "Are you really mad at me?"

Uub's face softened and finally gave into a smile. He hugged her around the waist and pulled her towards him. Pan automatically wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his nose. Uub let out a soft chuckle and looked her straight in the eye. "I was just worried. I'm sorry. I guess you're stuck with an overprotective boyfriend."

Pan wiggled her left hand in front of his face and grinned. "Fiancé."

Uub grabbed her from her butt and lifted her up. Pan then wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her hands behind his neck. "Of course." He whispered into her neck. Pan felt his erection through the thin cloth of her dress and pushed away from him slowly.

"You know, we should wait until our wedding night. You can wait 5 days can't you?" Pan whispered against his chin.

Uub moaned and grinded his erection into her crotch and squeezed her buttocks. "Not while you're here with your legs spread open and only lingerie in the way."

Pan smiled and placed her feet on the floor while seductively walking to the kitchen. "That's not the only thing that turns you on." She purred from the kitchen.

Uub clenched his fists and breathed in deeply. Control. I mustn't lose control.

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A quick shower later and Pan was squeaky clean. Since when do I "get squeaky clean"? I must be in a better mood than I thought. Pan got her cotton pajama bottoms and a blue tank top out and slipped them on except no bra while sleeping.

She slipped in bed next to Uub and after a few minutes of making out and hands roaming, Uub snuggled his front side against Pan's back and hugged her around her waist. And off to dreamland they went…

Pan opened her eyes and sat up. Her eyes slowly but surely started focusing. She hates it when they're not focused in the morning, except it wasn't morning but still late at night. She looked around and noticed that it wasn't her room. Was it a dream? A memory?

Something shifted next to her and she turned looking upon those blue eyes. She felt herself smile as she laid her top half on top of his.

"What time is it?" She said laying her cheeks against his shoulder and snuggling her face into the crook of his neck.

Trunks chuckled and turned to look at the alarm clock on their bed stand. "1:34 a.m. speaking of which, why are you awake?"

Pan shrugged against him and pulled the covers over her and him. She laid the rest of her body on top of him but placed her knees on either side of him. Trunks hugged her around the waist with one hand and rubbed her back with the other but at the same time, his member stayed soft. That's something Pan loved about him. He knew how to control himself when they cuddled.

"I don't know. Maybe I was cold." Pan snuggled impossibly closer to him as Trunks pulled the covers up more around her.

"Go back to sleep, baby. Tomorrow…" Pan cut him off by placing her lips on top of his. Trunks, caught off guard, gasped and Pan pulled back laughing. "That was unfair."

Pan giggled and tapped his nose with her fingertip. "I know."

He smirked as his hands crawled up her side and stopped on top of her rib cage. Pan's eyes widened and as soon as her mouth opened, Trunks started to tickle her.

"Payback is a wonderful thing isn't it?" Trunks said through his laughs.

"Trunks… ahahaha… stop…. hahaha… please I'm… ahaha… I can't… Mercy! Hahahaha… I give!" Pan's tears started streaming down her cheeks and they started turning pink from all the laughing.

Trunks pulled his hands back and wiped her tears as she started to calm down from all the laughing. She entwined her hand in his hair and combed through it with the other. Her face slowly changed from laughing to warm. She inched her face towards his and placed a small light kiss on his lips and pulled back up.

Trunks smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. His hand then traveled to the back of her head as he pushed her face towards his. When their lips met, he kissed her passionately as his tongue licked the outside of her lips asking for permission. Her lips parted and their tongues started colliding with each other. He then grabbed on to the bottom or her shirt and started to pull it off. Pan sat on his stomach and finished taking it off exposing her breast.

Trunks sat up and kissed her while his right hand massaged her left breast. Pan moaned against his lips and started to bring his hardened member out of his boxers. As Pan started stroking his member's head, Trunks started to take off her pajama bottoms. Pan kept stroking him and made him start moaning softly. Trunks laid her back on the bed and Pan laid back with her hands behind her head smirking up at him as she saw him struggling to take his boxers off.

When he finally managed to take them off, he climbed over her and positioned himself. "Do you think you're still tight?"

Pan grabbed his arms and pulled him making his head glide over her crotch. "It doesn't matter. I just want you inside me. Now."

Trunks kissed her forehead and looked down at her. "As you wish." With that said, he entered her slowly making her feel every inch of him in detail.

As he thrusted slowly into her, Pan moved her hips meeting him halfway. She looked up at him, her eyes holding that sexual darkness. "Fuck me harder, faster." She whispered against his ear and kissed the side of his neck.

"Ok."

With that said, he picked her hips up so they were raised off the bed and pounded into her. Pan grabbed a hold of the covers next to her as she started to moan his name over and over.

"Nnn… Trunks… that…. uhh…. feels so good…" She managed to say out.

Sweat beads started to drip from his chin as he looked into her eyes. "Yeah… Tell me about…." Trunks couldn't finish since his rhythm started to change into a more erratic one. "I don't know how much more I can last…" He said through gritted teeth as he tried to push back his climax so Pan could catch up.

"You don't have to…" She stopped and stared up at him. "Oh Trunks, I'm so close… finish me please…" She pleaded as her nails dug into his shoulders and back.

Trunks nodded as he penetrated her faster, rubbing her g-spot at the same time. Pan writhed under him as the heat and build-up of climax was growing to great heights. Trunks kept thrusting and finally, Pan couldn't hold it off anymore as she orgasmed, her inner walls spasmed around Trunks' member bringing him too.

Trunks collapsed next to her and held her close. She wrapped her arms around as Trunks pulled the covers over themselves.

Pan awoke with a startle as she lay there gasping for breath. She quickly turned and saw Uub deep in sleep, even breathing, and with occasional body shifts. Pan sat up and pushed her hair back and with the other hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead before it dripped into her eyes. She then started taking in deep breaths calming her body down. Her body had completely responded to the dream, her inner walls holding on to her wet dream's spasms, making her panties wet.

She sat there looking around and wondering what the hell happened. How can she possibly get so turned on by just a dream? Although, it wasn't a dream, it was real. That was a memory just like the rest of her dreams. I don't know what's going on, but I can't go on thinking like this just days before my wedding. I have to do something about it. Or, maybe it's a sign. Maybe some unconscious part of my brain is trying to tell me something. Or maybe, I'm just being paranoid. That must be it, pre-wedding jitters.

Pan laid back down and closed her eyes while she tried hard to go back to sleep. She kicked, turned, shifted, and snuggled for hours. Finally, exhaustion took over her as she fell asleep.

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Tuesday morning came and Pan was very tired. After she fell asleep, she kept waking up with a bad gut-feeling which was beginning to scare her. Today would be a good day to talk to Vegeta. He had a lot of respect for her. Being one of the only sayian females and the only one to keep up with the boys in a spar was the key to his respect. Sure they had their fights, but who didn't with that meat head.

Pan decided that walking up the front door of the mansion wasn't the way to go so she just walked around to the gravity room out back. The clouds started to clear away although some of those black clouds still rolled over them.

Pan wore short jean capris and her tall calf Uggs. Her turquoise with white tiny polka dots ¾ sleeves v-neck shirt hugged her complexion while giving a glimpse of cleavage. No, she was not trying to seduce Vegeta. Eww. Being a model comes with certain everyday responsibilities including looking good everyday.

Pan stopped in front of the GR and looked through the little window. Vegeta was there doing push ups with only a finger and what seemed like 600x gravity. Good. He's only warming up. Pan opened the door automatically returning the gravity back to normal and making Vegeta accidentally push too hard sending him flying upwards only to down on his face.

"Oops. Sorry Vegeta." Pan blushed as she put her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth putting on her innocent act.

"You better be brat." Vegeta quickly sat up bringing a knee up and resting his arm on it. "What do you want? I'm guessing not a spar considering the ridiculous attire you are wearing."

Pan frowned and crossed her arms. "This is NOT ridiculous. It's called fashion, something you would know absolutely nothing about."

Vegeta rubbed his nose and scowled at her. "If it doesn't help me fight, I have no care for it." He then smirked at her and raised his eyebrow. . "So, what do you want? I don't have all day."

Pan walked in and sat across from him Indian style. "Have you ever gotten the feeling that something bad's gonna happen. Like in your gut, it's just something there, nagging you all the time. Is it some sort of sayian ability or something?"

Vegeta looked up at her with confusion all over his face. Could it be that she has more sayian characteristics rather than human?"Well, did something happen in the last couple of days that has you confused or worried about loved ones?"

Pan thought about it for a couple of minutes and could only come up with things. "Well, when me and Trunks went to the circus, I don't remember the last act. But neither did anyone else. Even the ringmaster was lost. Nobody remembers what happened at all. Can some bad guy do that?"

Vegeta looked away as thoughts ran through his head. "Maybe someone did try psychic powers on you. But nobody but immediate family and friends know about your sayian heritage. Although, maybe that idiot that you chose as a mate has something to do with it. Does he know about you?"

"Oh no. I won't tell him anytime soon either." Pan then stared holes into Vegeta. "So could that be it? That I'm hiding something so important from Uub that it's eating me inside out?"

Vegeta thought about it for a moment but shook his head. "It's very doubtful. Sayian blood doesn't care about that. Anything else?"

Pan raised her eyebrow but ignored the "sayian blood" comment. She didn't know where he was getting at. "Well, there is something else. You can't tell anyone about this though." Before Pan could finish her thought, Vegeta snorted in arrogance.

"Since when do I speak about private stuff or gossip?"

Pan rolled her eyes but couldn't manage to stop her smile. "You got a point. Back to MY point, I am confused about a, well, a loved one. Lately I've been having weird dreams but like, they're more of memories while I sleep. It's happened a couple of times lately and well, they're confusing the hell out of me."

"And who are they about?" He knew the answer but being the "polite" gentleman that he was, he still asked.

Pan turned away hiding her blush with her long straight hair. "Trunks. It's about our, umm, time together… before."

Vegeta smirked and looked up at the ceiling putting his thoughts together. "Your sayian blood is definitely dominant over your weakling human blood. Although, it's rather, awkward since you have 3 times more human blood than sayian blood. Either way, I'll ask a question but do NOT get offended."

Pan sat up straighter and frowned. "Depends on the question."

Vegeta shrugged and clenched and unclenched his hand just dangling off his knee. "Have you ever been pregnant?"

Pan started to choke on her own saliva and quickly coughed it out. It took her a moment to regain her composure. "What's that got to do with anything I just told you?"

Vegeta shrugged again and looked too calm which obviously pissed Pan off. "Just answer it. Depending on the answer, I'll know what's wrong."

Pan took and deep breath and nodded. "Ok, so once I was but I lost the baby in that car accident me and Trunks had." Vegeta gave her an "Aha!" smile and chuckled bit. "What's funny? I didn't quite catch the joke."

"Well, I'll start with the basics. Female sayians have a natural instinct when it comes to their child. As soon as the seed fertilizes the egg, their body instantly enhances all senses and acquires a sixth sense that never goes away. It's acquired so when females have their child, they have one more defense they can use against enemies out to hurt them or their born. I believe that what you're feeling is that sixth sense acting up. Also, it could be that, well, I believe that you might be bonded with Trunks."

"Bonded? As in together forever bonded? Like, we'd die without the other bonded?"

Vegeta nodded and kept a calm face pissing Pan even more. She frowned and put a stern face as she slouched flipping her hair behind her. Vegeta only took a deep breath and finished explaining. "When you got pregnant, even if it was just for a small while, you acquired that sense. So now, this sense is telling you somethings aren't right in your life, whether it's what happened at the circus, your guilt with not telling Uub the whole truth about your heritage, or the probable bond with my son. I can only tell you one thing though, you need to figure out exactly what you want."

Pan snorted in arrogance mocking Vegeta's earlier snort and eyed him suspiciously. "I know what I want, Vegeta." Pan turned to look at the knobs and buttons of the GR as her face softened a bit. "Well, maybe I don't know EXACTLY what I want but my life is great right now. I don't want to go around picking at it and have it fall apart."

"Maybe you should, as you say, pick at it." Vegeta stood up and bend back, cracking his back. "You don't want to make a decision that you'll regret for the rest of your life. I'm only telling you this for your own good, brat."

Pan let out a long sigh and nodded. "You're right." But yet she pondered. Do I really want to pick at it and see what's wrong? Maybe it has nothing to do with my personal life. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

"Ok, is that it? I need training to do brat." Vegeta crossed his arms and started to tap his beat at a brisk tempo.

"Fine. Go train you old fart." All that was seen was a gust of air followed by an explosion.

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Wednesday came fast. Today would be the day that Pan has to go to the other side of Orange Star City known as Star Glam. This would be where her Rock & Republic fashion show would take place. Only, today wasn't the fashion show. It would only be filled with practice runs, hair and make up tests, and fittings. Not as exciting as the real thing. 2 days!! Eek! I can't wait!

Walking down the halls backstage, she never would have guessed she'd run into the fashion show's top contributor.

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A/N: So who's the contributor? Dun, dun, duuuuuun… I have one more day left of the fall semester and then it's happy writing for me! It's gonna get a lot more interesting. Scout's honor! Review please! Tell me what you though of this chapter.