Disclaimer: I don't own anything here… except Jayla. .
A/N: So some of you don't like Freeza there but I don't put anything on here that won't make sense later. In other words, he plays a VERY important part later on, just can't say what. Also, why Freeza? To me, he's the coolest Z villain ever. But that's just me.
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When we last left off…
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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"Trunks!" Pan looked around nervously to make sure no one heard her outburst. "What are you, umm, doing here?"
"Well, since this is gonna be a charity event, the top contributor must see what is going on at all times, no?" Trunks smirked and fixed his tie arrogantly. Pan stared at him dumbfounded and rolled her eyes. He is SO cocky.
"You're so full of it, you know that?" Pan walked over to an empty seat and waited for her make up artist to start the trial and error.
"Well, instead of checking everything out, I could just stand here and annoy you. Wouldn't that be fun?" Trunks walked behind Pan and laid his arm on her head. Pan rolled her eyes and moved to one side throwing him off balance. He stumbled a bit and quickly regained his posture. "That's going to cost you missy."
"Psh." Pan turned to look at Trunks and glared strongly at him. "If you only stay here with me, bugging me and whatever else you do in your spare time, people are going to start thinking things."
Trunks raised his eyebrow and looked at Pan confusingly. "Things? What things?"
Pan rubbed the bridge of her nose while shaking her head. "Usually when a model is playing around with a very important person, for example, the top contributor, other models begin to think 'oh she's fucking him' which is definitely not our case. So, just go away so rumors don't even begin to start, deal?"
Trunks let out a loud, hearty laugh and started to walk away. "Fine, but only today. At the actual event, I'll talk to you as if I know you."
"Trunks! Don't you even think about it! If I…"
"Who's Trunks?" Jayla walked in with her thick Australian accent and eyed Pan suspiciously. "Don't tell me you're two timing your super hot fiancé." Jayla dressed in a mini skirt, lace tank top with a faded dark pink and light pink long sleeved v-neck and light brown mid calf high Uggs. Her black shoulder length hair was in a low ponytail with some strands sticking out of the bottom.
Pan's cheeks flushed a bright red as she turned away from her. "I'm not two timing Uub."
Jayla walked up behind her and smirked into the mirror as she saw Pan through it. "Then, who's the hottie that left?"
Pan turned away from the mirror and made sure Jayla still couldn't see her bright red face. "That was Trunks Briefs, President of Capsule Corp and top contributor of the show. Also, he's a family friend of mine."
Jayla turned Pan's chair and looked at her. "I would believe that was all if you weren't so red. C'mon, I'm your manager, your go-to gal."
Pan sighed as her cheeks began to flush red again. "He'salsomyexfiancé." She said quickly hoping she didn't understand her.
Jayla's jaw dropped and she fell to her knees in front of Pan. "You mean, one of the richest, if not the richest, men in the world happens to be your ex fiancé?!" She squealed.
Pan quickly covered her mouth and shook her head. "You can't tell anyone here. They'll think I only got the job because of him."
Jayla brought a chair over and sat in it while she held both of Pan's hands in hers. "So, is he really good in bed as the rumors say?"
Pan's eyes widened as her face burned with embarrassment. "JAYLA! Please…"
Jayla rolled her eyes as she waved the comment off. "Fine, fine, I won't ask."
Pan let out a sigh of relief and took a couple of calming breaths to calm her hard beating heart. "Thank you."
"Panelope!"
Pan turned around to see Paul-Henri running up to her. He dressed in tight fitting dark blue jeans, a tight white tee, black dress shoes, and a black a white thin scarf. His long hair was braided behind him reaching the top of his waist.
"Paul-Henri, so nice to see you again as always."
"Yes, well, you could have told me that you're getting hitched. You know how I found out?! A magazine on a rack in downtown New York! I was so shocked! I…"
"I tried calling you but you didn't answer your phone." Pan smirked. When it came to answering phones, Paul-Henri and Uub should definitely go bowling.
"Oh," Paul-Henri smacked his lips and looked at Pan through the corner of his eyes. "Well, you know I never answer that thing. I forgive you though, only because I will do you hair and make-up for the wedding, right?" He glared at Pan daring her to say otherwise.
"Of course, of course…" Maybe today was going to be longer than expected.
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After 4 hours of Paul-Henri's torturous, pulling, tugging, and probably ripping her hair, Pan finally settled down on a chair and waited for the runway run-through with a complete light effects check. She began massaging her scalp as technicians ran with wires and heavy track lights sped past her. Suddenly, one of the young technicians tripped on a wire and the track light he was carrying went hurling towards one of the models. Pan got to her feet and jumped in front of it just in time to catch it using her sayian speed.
It took the other model a second or two to figure out that she had almost gotten her head smashed by a track light possibly damaging her perfect skin. She let out a loud high pitched scream followed by a wail making Pan's sensitive ears pulse with pain.
"SHEESH! Calm down! Please!" Pan covered her ears and cringed with pain.
The model gave a few hiccupping sniffs and quieted down slumping on her chair. "I'm sorr, hiccup, ry…"
"It's fine." Pan said bluntly and sat back on her chair.
"That was risky, you know."
"Shut up, Trunks. I had to save her." Pan crossed her arms and drooped in her chair. So maybe she wasn't THAT happy saving that arrogant, superficial Barbie doll.
"I would like to believe it, but you're little pout fest is making it hard to." Trunks sat in the chair next to her making himself comfortable by crossing his legs and arms.
"I'm not pouting." Pan pouted and turned away.
"Keep telling yourself that, Panny." Trunks got up and chuckled as he started to walk away. "Oh by the way, Bra, Goten, and I are going out tonight. Care to join?"
Pan looked away and thought for a few moments. What about Uub? Would he mind if she went out tonight with them? What would he say? Was this how it was going to be when she gets married? Was she going to lose her independence to someone who overprotected her? Was she not going to have a friend's night out because her husband didn't let her? Her stomach started to do pancake flips as fear started to override her body.
"Pan, are you okay?" Trunks held her shoulder as Pan leaned against his body. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Pan stayed there in his arms as she concentrated on his speeding heartbeat and suddenly felt better. She shouldn't feel better, right?
Pan pushed away from Trunks as glances were thrown their way. "Umm…" She blushed as she put her hand behind her neck and looked at the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. I don't know what happened. Must be the atmosphere." She chuckled nervously.
"Right. So are you up for tonight?" Trunks raised his eyebrows a couple of times while slightly nudging her shoulder.
Pan sighed and slumped her shoulders. If she said no, then he would pester and bitch and whine all day until she caves in. She might as well save herself the annoyance of having to deal with Trunks' stubbornness all day. "Fine. What time?"
"I'll pick you up at 9. Wear something, revealing?" Trunks did hand motions trying to think of the right word to say.
"Revealing?" Pan said flatly and definitely weary.
"No, I mean, nice, but not, oh I don't know how to say it. Just, umm, wear something sexy?" Trunks sweat dropped as he chuckled embarrassingly.
Pan rolled her eyes and started to walk away. "Just pick me up at 9."
Trunks gave her a mocking salute. "Aye, aye Captain Boss Head." He dodged a pen thrown at him and laughed until a tear streamed down.
In that instant, her phone rang. That was one thing she hated, people calling her on the job. So, she decided to answer rudely, just because. "What?"
"Moody aren't we?" Bra answered back.
"I'm working."
"You're probably just sitting doing nothing." Bra heard Pan scoff and laughed. "Anyway, I'm calling to tell you to take an overnight bag tonight."
"Overnight bag? For what? When? What?"
"Well you ARE getting married in 3 days, so I decided to call Marron up and have a whole bachelorette's day for you. It'll be a surprise as to what's gonna go on. Oh, and…"
"Wait…" Pan rubbed the crook on her nose as she felt a light pain building inside. "Tonight?"
"Right, after our night out. I'm pretty sure Trunks asked you and I'm pretty sure you said yes. After all, you hate him bugging you all day."
"Ok, alright. I'll do this stupid bachelorette thing."
"Sweet. Ok, see you then!" And with that Bra hung up not leaving Pan any time for her goodbye. This is turning out to be one hell of week.
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A few minutes before 9 and Pan sat on her couch gripping the phone bringing creaking sound from it. She keeps it up and she'll have to go phone shopping in the morning. She finally opted to call and pressed the numbers.
On the third ring, someone answered. "Hello?"
"Hey sweetheart, it's me."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, I was just calling to say I won't be home tonight."
Uub stayed quiet and finally Pan heard him take a breath of air. "So, where are you going?"
Pan shrugged when remembered she was on the phone with him, not talking to him in person. "Bra said it was a surprise. I don't know what's going on tonight other than she told me to take an overnight bag." See, she didn't HAVE to lie. She said, most, of the truth.
"So, you're not going out?"
"No." She lied and cursed herself for it.
"Alright, well then, have fun and be careful. I heard bachelorette parties include naked men."
Pan laughed and finally felt relieved that he wasn't yelling. "I hope not. Well, they're almost here. I love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
Pan threw the phone on the other couch and stood up as the doorbell rang. Her strapless light pale pink mini babydoll dress flowed as well as her beach wavy hair. Her pink peep toes pumps clicked on the tile as she made her way to the door. Reaching for her overnight bag. She opened the door to find Trunks leaning against the hallway wall looking bored and very handsome in his black suit.
"You sure took long enough. Now come on." Trunks took a hold of her bag and led her to the elevator.
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The car ride was pretty uneventful. Pan swore that Trunks confused her most of the time. No one understood that man. Well, maybe her, sometimes. Finally, the got to a restaurant call Geisha. Pan let herself out earning a pout from Trunks.
"C'mon. What kind of a gentleman doesn't open the door for his date?"
Pan scoffed and gave an evil smirk. "I don't recall seeing a gentleman anywhere near here."
Trunks' hand shot up to his heart as he pretended to be hurt. "Must you attack the pride?"
Pan walked up to him and put her face close to his. "Always." She whispered as she started to walk towards the restaurant laughing at the completely surprised Trunks.
Trunks felt his body react to Pan, sweaty palms, knot in the stomach, churning in the groin, everything. He hated it, but at that precise moment, he decided that Uub couldn't possibly be the right man for her.
Trunks caught up with Pan and offered her his arm. Pan, on the other hand, didn't think his gentlemanliness came free. "What are you up to?"
Trunks put his hands up defensively and sweat dropped. "I'm just trying to be polite! What's so wrong with that?"
Pan put one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other. "I'll tell you what's so wrong about this situation. First, I don't let you be a gentleman. Everyone knows you hate it when you can't be one. Second, I insult your pride and everyone knows that no one gets away with insulting a sayian's pride. Third of all, I don't even think there's a third of all."
"So there's no third of all which means, that for you, its 3 'of all's' and then I do something. Therefore, since you didn't do that third wrong thing, I won't do anything." Trunks pointed right back at her.
"Well, then let me fix that. How about I shove this heel straight into your dick? Would that count as a third of all?" Pan smirked and started to lift her leg.
"No c'mon! My little guy stays out of this!" Trunks covered himself with his hands as one of his legs prevented Pan from getting a clear shot.
"Oh, you're so right, little." Pan smirked as she turned around knowing she had won.
Trunks' face began to turn beet red as his ki skyrocketed. "Now you're gonna pay for it. Before this night's over, you're getting it."
Pan nodded mockingly as she beamed with victory. "Uh huh, okay, whatever you say, Undies."
Trunks glared at Pan and pouted angrily. Soon, he heard laughing behind him. He lashed around and found Goten and Bra laughing.
"It still amazes me how Pan has been the only woman to get to you." Bra picked at her brother. Her black slacks hugged her hips nicely as her loose dark blue strapless sparkly shirt flowed with the wind. Goten wore a black suit similar to Trunks'.
"Shut up." Trunks crossed his arms and raised his nose up arrogantly.
"Dude, seriously, if I didn't know better, I'd say you and Pan are a much better couple than her and Uub." Goten laughed as Trunks joined him with a nervous chuckle.
Pan started to choke on her own saliva and Bra stared amazed at Goten. "Sweetie, sometimes, you just amaze me."
Goten turned to look at Bra and looked at her confusingly. "Why? What'd I say?"
"You said…"
"Forget it, Bra. There's no use getting through that thick head of his." Pan interrupted.
Bra sighed in defeat and reached for Goten's hand. "You're right and unfortunately, his thick headedness is something that I just love."
Goten managed to blush as he put his arm behind his head, a famous Son habit. "Oh shucks…"
Pan began to shiver as light goosebumps filled her arms. "Is it just me, or did it get suddenly cold?"
Trunks put his arm around her covering her from the wind. "Let's go inside before the girl's catch a bad cold." In the gang went but little did they know that for a whole day, surprises would pop out in every direction that they would turned.
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A/N: Well, here it is, the next chapter. So far I have a pretty good idea of where to take this story and am really happy at how it's come out. Review please. Tell me how you like it or hate it.