4. Confession
Just like she thought, Pan couldn't stay away from Trunks. After thinking about it all night, the next day after school she flew to his office window as usual. Today was her 17th birthday, afterall, and the only person she wanted to see was Trunks. But it was true. To an outsider, a 17 year old high school girl seeing a 30 year old corporate president every day didn't look too great, so Trunks always made sure to cancel his meetings while they were together. But to Trunks, it was worth it. Seeing her made his life exciting again in a way it hadn't been in years. Every day she would come talk about her classes and teachers, they would reminisce about old times and adventures, gossip about what the Z gang was up to, and he would even help her with her homework. But she seldom talked about her classmates.. He wondered why that was? He looked toward the clock and noticed it was getting late.
"What are your friends in high school up to? Don't you have any birthday plans tonight? I would hate to be an old man keeping you from them," he joked.
Pan was in the middle of homework, but she hesitated as her pen stopped. "Um.. They must all be busy.. I don't have any plans.. And you're not old! You're only 30.." she trailed off, looking away from him and blushing slightly. She continued writing, although not paying as much attention to it.
He didn't want to say it. But all these thoughts of reason that have been bubbling up inside him were beginning to make him see things logically for once. "Pan… I don't want to be holding you back from making friends.." By now her head was turned so he couldn't see her eyes. He didn't want to lose her, but he also didn't want to hurt her or her reputation if things continued this way. "I love spending so much time with you, but-"
"Please don't make me leave, Trunks!" She quickly turned toward him so he could see the tears welling in her eyes. She had the same thoughts about Trunks, and new this would come sooner or later, but she had so much fun with Trunks every day that she never wanted it to end. She lowered her head. "I don't think you're holding me back.. if anything I'm the one holding you back.. Why would an adult want to spend so much time with a dumb kid?.."
By now Trunks wished he would've just kept his mouth shut as her tear dripped to the floor. Where did this even come from? Why did he suddenly think now was a good time to ruin their happiness? They were just friends and had done nothing wrong. Sure he sometimes had inappropriate thoughts about her, but he never acted on them, never touched her, and had the utmost respect for her and her family. He reached his hand out to her, but pulled it back.. After hesitating, he finally went for it and lightly tilted up her chin. "You're not a dumb kid, Pan. You're a very smart, fun, young lady. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you because of your time with me. I care about you too much to let that happen."
Pan's tears continued to fall, and when he brushed them away with his strong thumb, she turned her head into his hand, blushed deeply and wished for nothing more than to feel more of his touch. "..But you're the one person I feel the most comfortable with.. There's no one better.. We've been through so much together… I…" She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and blushed even more. "I love you.."
Trunks was stunned. Was this some kind of sick joke by Dende? All of his greatest fears and desires were coming crashing down onto him all in this moment. This was not good. But seeing her face like that, hearing those sweet, forbidden words.. He could feel his heart speed up and heat fill his face as all logic and reason went out the window. All of this he thought silently and in an instant while his eyes stared intensely at her, before, without thinking, he wrapped his hands around her soft face and his lips came crushing down on hers.
He already knew it. That there would never be another girl who could even compare to Pan. No one he could ever be himself like with her. No one could make him laugh like her. He could never love someone as deeply as he loved Pan. Trying to find someone else just because of the age difference was physically painful to even think about. And for Pan it was the same. How could anyone even compare to Trunks, the man she knew her entire life, who she travelled the stars with, who was always there for her? Sure he had money and good looks, but none of that even mattered. She never bothered making many friends because she had to hide who she really was, but never with him. And why bother meeting boys when they were laughable next to Trunks?
Their kiss intensified, and by this point, age and everyone else's opinions were meaningless as Trunks slid his hand from her cheek down the side of her neck and tugged her sleeve, exposing her soft shoulder and some of her white, lacy bra. Pan in turn slid her hands under his shirt collar, feeling the top of his muscular chest. The feeling of each other's skin was euphoric for them both, and they both wanted more while at the same time wanting to wait. Trunks glided his other hand along her smooth leg and up her body until he grabbed one of her breasts, causing her to break the kiss to arch her head back and moan softly. The sound was music to his ears, something he unconsciously had wished to hear a long time ago, but he knew by then he shouldn't go any further, as did she. She lowered her head back and rested her forehead to his as they both breathed heavily.
He loved her, and he would not take advantage of her so quickly. If he was in for this, he was going to do it right. He released his hand from her breast and instead cupped her face softly and placed one last gentle kiss on her swollen lips. "I love you too, Pan. More than you'll ever know.. But I think we better call it a night for now."
She nodded and smiled. "That would be best." As much as she wanted him, against her crazy teenage hormones, she loved how much of a gentleman he was.
She packed her things, and just as she was about to fly out the window, Trunks grabbed her arm. "Wait." He placed a small yellow box with a red bow into her hand, and she accepted it wide eyed. "You can open it when you get home." He smiled. "Happy Birthday, Pan."
When she got home and to her room, she closed and locked the door behind her. With her heart thrumming in her ear as she opened the small box, she smiled as tears welled in her eyes. In the box was a necklace with a small, gold, heart shaped charm. On the charm was a tiny inscription of her name.