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Chapter 7

Trunks couldn't have been more right about the hangover. As soon as he had awoken it felt like a ton of bricks had bashed down on his forehead. Groaning he laid his head back down on the soft pillow and closed his eyes letting the imaginary bricks remove themselves from his skull. The constant beeping of the alarm clock sounded as if it were amplified by a million and he threw his massive hand on the night stand with the intent of murdering the damn thing.

Alarm clocks always seemed to ruin everything.

Turning his head every so slowly and opening his eyes in the same fashion, he saw the beeping red light that said 6:30.

Letting out another groan he tried to remember what had happened last night. Since his brain still hurt he was only able to come up with a list.

Clubbing, drinking, stumbling, kissing Pan, sleeping, hangover. It had all blurred by in his line of vision. "Kissing Pan!" He had said a little too loudly for his ears and they began to ring again. Where was the Tylenol when he needed it?

The visions came by more clearly now and he saw himself on top of Pan and they were kissing and deep in it by what he could tell and all of a sudden laughter filled the room.

Now he remembered! She had laughed when he was being completely serious. She thought it was just his drunken mind kissing her, pouring passion from his body into hers, but now he was pretty sure it wasn't. She had really been all he could think about for the past couple of weeks and when he finally got what he wanted she had laughed at him. Trunks had to prove that he really did care for her. He just didn't know how yet.

He kicked his legs over the bed, raking his hands through his hair. Walking to his bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. He wore the same clothes he was wearing last night and his icy blue eyes were bloodshot. Slight lavender stubble was growing on his chin.

Throwing water on his face, he began to prepare for work and think of a plan to win Pan.

Pan

Pan woke up in a similar fashion as Trunks. Disheveled and a major headache.

Her alarm clock beeped at around 6:30 and lets just say that she needed a new one after she got done with it.

Last night's memories hit Pan like a sack of moldy potatoes. She really didn't want to remember it and kept reminding herself that Trunks only wanted her as another notch on his bedpost.

She couldn't believe that she had challenged him to prove that he cared for her. She really didn't want him too, did she?

She contemplated this stuff slowly as she made her way to take a shower.

Jeremiah

He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep and woke up with a start. The light poured in through the window. All the clocks were turned off and the lights he had left on were also off. He made his way to Pan's room, not that he honestly expected to see her there, and noticed all of her things were in order. Puzzled he flicked the light switch and nothing turned on. Giving it a few more clicks he abandoned it and went to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator door a foul stench reached his nose and the light was also turned off in there. Realization dawned on him. The power was off.

Why was the power off if she still lived here? Things weren't adding up and he was getting agitated. He didn't have much time before he had to return to his home planet.

He took off towards Capsule Corps again. He wouldn't waste time this time. Asking her to marry him was no longer an option, she had to marry. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to be his mate.

Capsule Corps

Trunks had drove Pan to work this morning also. This time it was comfortable silence. They were both hung over and trying to get over it. Trunks was trying to figure out how to start his plan. Never had he thought so hard for a girl. It wasn't in his gigolo criteria.

When they made it to the office Trunks sat down, the cushions sighing under his weight. Pan was thankful he didn't mention last night, and blew a loose bang out of her face. No matter how much she hated it, she liked him a lot. His infamous smirk, the rare genuine smile, his silky lavender hair and his chiseled body, she loved every part of him. She knew last night was something that she couldn't relive without her heart crumbling.

"Did you wanna go… finish those papers I assigned like a week ago?" He asked clearing his raspy throat and his tone was kind of harsh. The question was supposed to be "Did you wanna go to lunch?" but he couldn't form the last two words and decided a rude comment was better.

"Actually…" Pan said sarcastically, "I already sent them down to the Custom's department for you." She added with a humph and a fake thumbs up.

"Well you're not exactly the fastest person in the world, I have to make sure you're on top of your game. I'm looking out for you here." He said with a smirk. He liked her a lot better when she wasn't nice. Her attitude turned him on; it was probably his Saiyan side taking affect.

She didn't respond just continued filing, mumbling vulgar words under her breathe.

He sighed, how was he going to get out his true feelings if he couldn't even ask her out for a simple lunch?

A/N: Sorry this was kind of a filler chapter. Hopefully I'll have one with good stuff up later this week promise :) I seriously am going through a major writer's block and need ideas or this story is going to be pretty sucky. So help me out and review. :)

Sorry for any spelling errors.

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