Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.

A/N: Mmkay soo I only got one review last chapter :(

Thanks liveforDBZ. :)

But yeah I'll respond to it up here because yeah I think they asked some important questions.

Here's my answers:

1.Is it a Trunks and Pan romance?

Yeah it is still T/P. I tried to get all the sad stuff out before the real fun began. Jeremiah is only an obstacle as of right now.

2.Does it have anything to do with her parent's death or did you just write that to make her meet Jeremiah?

I basically just put that they died so that she could go to Tokyo and meet Jeremiah. I thought it was better than "She walked down the street and meet this guy and they hooked up." (Sorry if anybodies story is like that.) But umm I wanted to give the story an extra bam. Know what I mean? And also my story kind of changed a little from the original plot but I tried not to make it show in the story.

Sorry if the story is confusing in anyway at all. I'm trying really hard to keep the story on one path (I have a real problem with that). Please review and tell me (in a nice way) if it is confusing you and I'll try and fix it.

Sorry it's been like a month since I updated. It was very very naughty of me.

Anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 3

Pan and Trunks

Trunks walked down the hall to his office. He looked at his watch.

'Crap, its midnight!' He thought as he put his ear to his office door and listened. He couldn't hear the rustle of papers in the office only the faint noise of breathing.

'Perfect.' He said breathing out a sigh of relief.

He creaked his office door open and tiptoed in, stepping over the broken object on the ground. When he heard a crunch under his foot his head shot up to Pan's desk.

There her head laid, mouth wide open and drool running down the side of her face. Trunks had to stifle his laughter when she let out a snort like snore.

'Blackmail.' He thought to himself and he finished tiptoeing to his desk and softly set down in the chair, hearing the seat let out a sigh of air under his weight. His head shot up again and he heard the rustle of papers as Pan adjusted her head to a more comfortable position.

Trunks opened one of the bottom drawers slowly. He knew it was the one that held his digital camera. The loud squeaks made him wince and stare up at Pan who still wasn't disturbed by his moving.

'Some Saiyan, her hearing sucks.' Trunks thought as he removed the silver camera from the drawer. He didn't bother closing it back just got up and smoothly walked over to Pan's desk.

Turning on the camera, which luckily didn't make noise, he positioned himself where the camera held the full view of Pan's desk.

With a smirk, he snapped a couple of pictures every which way sending bright flashes through the room. She let out another snore and stirred still not waking.

He dared closer and put the camera close to her face were you could see the drool forming on her chin and his 'important papers' that he had told her to file before he left.

"Naughty Naughty Pan." He 'tsked' softly as he put the camera to his eye and took the shot sending another blinding flash directly in Pan's face and she shot up, throwing the chair behind her and shrieked.

"What the…?!" Pan screamed but before she could finish Pan caught a glimpse of Trunks rolling around on the floor. His face was red from laughter and he could barely breathe.

"I hope you choke on your own saliva!" She screamed.

"I didn't look like I would be the only one choking on my saliva." He said as he caught his breathe and sat Indian-style on the floor.

"What did you do to me?" Pan said feeling her face and hair making sure nothing was there.

Trunks put the camera strap on his index finger and twirled it with a satisfied smirk on his face.

She looked at her desk and saw the pool of saliva that covered Trunks' papers. "You wouldn't!" Pan said a look of shock on her face, watching the camera twirl.

"I would."

"Trunks, give me that camera."

"What do I get in return?"

"I won't beat your face to a pulp."

"Doubt you could do that." He said that as he shrugged her threat off.

"GIVE ME THE CAMERA!"

"I haven't heard a reasonable price. I'm blackmailing you remember?"

"Please give it to me." She said calmly.

"Maybe later, but we're talking about the camera right now." He said laughing at his lame joke.

"Trunks its freaking midnight and you're playing games! I wanna go home so just give me the camera and this will all be over."

"Sorry can't do that, but you know what, this would look great in the tabloids. 'Mr. Satan's granddaughter has a very 'wet' dream.' Aha I can see it now." He said looking through the pictures he had took.

Pan jumped on top of Trunks, causing his legs to unfold and her to now be straddled on top of him. He held the camera above his head as Pan reached trying to grab it from his hand.

"Give. Me. The. Camera." She said with each grab and reach she tried to make. The rocking that she was doing against him was causing Trunks to become dizzy with desire and he couldn't help but watch her cleavage as she bent over his face.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that ma'am and oh by the way, there's a very nice view down here." He smiled taking a last glimpse.

"You're such a pervert!" Pan screamed at him as she sat up straight against him, lifting her shirt.

Trunks took this opportunity to flip her over where she was now the one being straddled. The camera was still in his hand.

His face was mere inches from her own and his playful smile turned serious as their breathing quickened.

Pan couldn't do anything but stare at the man's face that was so close to her own. He was probably one of the most handsome, scratch that, gorgeous men she had ever seen in her life. His lavender hair tickled her face and his crystal blue eyes stared into her midnight orbs. All of a sudden she didn't mind too much being under him.

'Wow, she's prettier up close.' Trunks thought as he looked at her flushed cheeks that clashed with her ivory skin.

Just then there was a knock on the door and the front desk secretary walked in.

"Mr. Briefs… oh my Dende I am soo sorry for interrupting!" She said covering her glasses with her hands.

Pan quickly, but somewhat unwillingly, pushed Trunks off of her.

'Get over it Pan. This is Trunks we're talking about here.' She thought mentally smacking herself.

"You didn't interrupt anything, we weren't doing anything." Pan said quickly trying to clear her name.

Trunks didn't say anything just smirked.

"I understand," It was easy to tell she didn't believe her, "Ms. Son, your uncle is downstairs looking for you." The secretary said peeking through the holes between her fingers that covered her face.

Pan was glaring daggers at Trunks while the woman was talking and Trunks only smirked back.

"Thank you!" She said exaggerating the 'you' and grabbing her jacket. Trunks was waving to her innocently as she walked to the door.

"You know I hate you right?" Pan said before walking out.

"I love you too." Trunks smiled after her.

'She forgot all about the camera, maybe I'll give her a slight reminder before she leaves with Goten.' He said with a mischievous grin, still twirling the camera.

Pan was fuming by the time she reached Goten.

"You were at work this late?" He asked her.

"Mr. President made me stay late."

"How is Trunks anyways?"

"Horrible I hope." She mumbled under her breathe.

"I'm fine." Trunks said popping up behind Pan, clearly amused by her answer, and he made his way over to Goten.

"Where'd you come from?' She said shocked, holding her heart.

"The same place you did." Trunks said with a smile.

"Oh." Goten said, somewhat smiling along with Trunks.

"It's not like that Goten!" Pan screamed smacking Trunks on his arm. "Violent aren't we?" Trunks said rubbing his arm.

"It isn't." Pan repeated herself.

"Sure it isn't." Goten said.

"Hey Goten look at these pictures I took of Pan." Trunks said, pulling the camera out of his suit pocket.

"Ughhh lets go NOW." Pan said grabbing Goten's arm and pulling him behind her. She hit Trunks once more and sent the worst glare she could to him and he cowered back a little.

"ABUSE!" Trunks screamed after them.

"I'll look at them later Trunks." Goten waved. Trunks waved back but gave a special goodbye to Pan.

"See ya tomorrow Pan-chan!" Trunks said blowing her a kiss.

She swatted the fake kiss away in distaste instead of playfully smacking it on her cheek as he wanted her too. Trunks really wasn't distasteful to her, actually he was quite the opposite. She couldn't let him know that though, that would only fuel his arrogant, egocentric fire.

She pulled Goten out of the main door, slamming it for effect.

Jeremiah

"Capsule Corps eh?" He said speaking to himself staring at the big building on the computer screen, "I got you now my Panny." He said with a sly grin.

Tomorrow morning he would set off to West City.

A/N: Did you like it?

I thought it was kind of funny.

Can you feel the chemistry between them yet?

It reminds me of a song, Staplegunned by the Spill Canvas. (which I do not own so don't sue me.)

"Do I have to spell it out for you?

Scream it in your face?

Oh the chemistry between us could destroy this place."

I pretty much said everything in my other note so all I have to say now is review :)

No flames please.