:*: Goodbye :*:
Bra's red car was followed by Trunks' truck to their graduation party. The girls left their white gowns behind and exited the car in their dresses they wore underneath. They stood outside the car, primping their hair in the car windows with the little light the street gave them.
"How's my makeup?" Marron turned to Pan.
"Gorgeous." Pan responded, surveying the house they were about to enter. It was well lit with voices and music sounding from the inside and the back yard. The house was a large two story white stucco, and from the lack of cars in the drive way it looked like the parents took a night off. "That's Chad's parents for you. What they don't see, they don't know."
Bra smiled. "Yup. But aren't all parents like that? His are just more... deliberate with their blindness. How's the lipstick?" She rubbed her lips together and pursed them.
"Bra, you look like a duck when you do that." Goten teased, approaching the females with Trunks just behind him.
Bra thought for a moment. "Like a sexy duck orrrr-"
"You look beautiful, Bra." He could tell she was taken aback by his comment as she fought back a smile for one of her clever retaliations.
"Well,-" 'Ah, I can't think of anything to say! And look at him, looking as handsome as ever in those dark jeans and that black button up rolled up to his elbows ever so neatly... And that smile... Wait, what's he smiling at?'
"Bra, are you having one of those silent seizures?" The group fought back a chuckle in their throats. "You're staring at me..."
Bra's love induced orbs narrowed into a scowl. "No. I- I just can't believe you wore that shirt with those shoes." She pivoted, grabbing Marron's arm to lead the way to the house, obviously embarrassed.
"Told you she'd notice." Trunks added while he, Pan, and Goten walked behind.
Upon entrance were nothing but familiar faces to the girls. They were greeted with whistles, hugs, and of course, shots. After introducing the boys, a crowd gathered for a round of Hennessy, followed by two more just to get the night kicked off.
"Goten, let's go dance!" Bra grabbed his and Marron's hands and led them to the group by the stereo.
"You know it's a good party when it's barely nine pm and Bra wants to dance." Pan laughed. "You look nice tonight." She smirked, smoothing her palms down the shoulders of his white button down with dark pinstripes, and across his pecks.
"And you're being awfully friendly right now. Was that a compliment I just heard?"
"Paaan!" A familiar brunette ran up from behind, throwing her arms around Pan's shoulders. "Is this your boyfriend? Hi, I'm Mao." She switched her red cup to the other hand to shake his hand.
"Hi, I'm Tr-"
"Trunks, I know. I pester her about you all the time." She grinned. "Come on, Ichigo and I need opponents for beer pong!" She locked elbows with them and led them outback to the beer pong tables.
Ichigo and Mao had very good aim, that Trunks could tell after each of them scored on their first shot. After going back and forth without missing a shot, Pan missed the cup by a hair.
"Pan drinks!" Mao cried happily, taking swigs of her own cup voluntarily.
"I'll drink it." Trunks grabbed it before Pan had a chance to reach and gulped it down.
"Easy tiger, you have a flight tomorrow." Pan said it jokingly, but hearing it out loud just made it more real. She shook it off and put her head back in the game.
The next hour passed with a beer pong victory for Trunks and Pan, three more rounds of shots, and some girl on girl dancing between Marron, Bra, and Pan. Goten and Trunks mingled with the graduates and among themselves while the girls had a good time. As eleven o'clock neared, Goten and Trunks eyed the three as they performed the 'stanky leg' along with many of the other dancers on the floor. "Check out that guy behind Marron trying to grind up on her." Goten shook his head laughing. "Classic."
Trunks laughed as well, but his eyes fixated on the only woman on his mind. She must've felt his gaze as her eyes peered through her dark, messy hair after flipping her hair back while 'dropping low' on Bra.
Trunks bit his lip at the seductive dance she was performing for him. Soon after she spun away from the dance floor and walked over to him, nuzzling her face into his chest to take in his scent. "Trunks," She talked towards his ear so she could hear him. "I know you think I want to be here, but can we leave? I really just want to be with you."
Trunks could read the sincerity in her eyes and nodded. "Did you want to say bye to anybody?"
She shook her head no and gathered his hand in his. "Goten, are you staying?"
"Yeah, I like to hang with the young high school kids." He joked. He and Trunks had already planned this out. Goten was willing to stay to drive Bra's car home since she and Marron would obviously be too hammered to drive.
"How do you feel?" Trunks asked as they walked down the sidewalk towards his truck.
"Baby, I didn't drink that much. I didn't want to get drunk tonight, just a good buzz." She smiled up at him. He lifted their hands to kiss hers.
Once inside the truck, the two chatted about her graduation experience as they made the thirty minute drive back to his place. He tried to keep her talking to prevent her from thinking about him leaving tomorrow. He loved to see her happy, and right now talking about her waterpolo team and other high school memories is what kept her from frowning.
Once they made it to Trunks and Gotens house, the two made their way into the house. After flicking on the lights, Pan noticed a white gift topped with a black and silver bow sitting on the kitchen table. Her pace slowed as she reached it. She looked over to him as he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Graduation gift." He laughed as she hesitantly took the box in her hands, a somber look in her eyes. He pulled the chair out for her and allowed her to sit as she stared at the gift. His nerves grew more tense as she fumbled the box in her hands.
"Is this a graduation gift or a goodbye gift?"
Trunks wasn't sure how to respond.
She regretted asking the question the moment it spilled out. He did not deserve to feel bad about leaving for a once in a lifetime opportunity. She wasn't drunk, and her buzz was wearing off, so where was this coming from? Tears wanted to pour over this unwrapped gift in her hands without even knowing what was in it.
"Pan, what're you thinking?" He asked just above a whisper while kneeling in front of her. He wanted her to let out whatever she was bottling in.
"I don't want to sound pathetic, but damn it Trunks, you make it so damn hard not to miss you. I thought six months would be over in no time, but... but it came too soon. I am going to miss you so fucking much." She choked out, tears finally breaking through the stone wall she had built around the thought of him going away. She slid down to the floor where he was and cried on his shoulder. He held her for as long as she needed him, his own silent tears cascading down her back.
After nearly a minute, she wiped her eyes and stared at the gift still in her hand.
He grasped it and began to pull it away. "You don't need to op-"
"No." She pulled back, somehow managing to grace a smile on her moistened face. "I feel better. It felt good to say it out loud." He combed his fingers through her hair to get it away from her face as she unwrapped the gift. Within a medium sized box was an even smaller box. Pan pulled out a silver ring, colored in a beautiful arrangement of topaz and sapphire. Her eyes were dazzled not only at its beauty, but moreso curious about its meaning.
"Don't worry, it's not an engagement ring." He laughed at her baffled expression.
She laughed as well. "Trunks, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much." Topaz was his birthstone and sapphire was hers.
"Here." He took the ring from her hands and lifted her right hand. After kissing the ring, he slipped it over her ring finger. "Six months, and you'll be back in my arms."
Pan shook her head. "Don't think you're getting away from me yet, I still have... eleven hours with you." They both stared somberly at the idea of having eleven hours left.
"I never told you how beautiful you look tonight."
She laughed. "Here we are, sitting on the tile floor, my hair is... not curly anymore, and makeup's probably streaked from crying."
"And you're still fucking beautiful." He whispered.
That was it. That was all she could take before forcing herself onto him. She straddled his lap, forcing her dress to hike higher than the standards of decency, but there was nobody around but the two of them. While her hands pulled and grazed through his hair, his hands took their time stroking her thighs and making their way to her exposed bottom. He quickly discovered she had no panties on, causing an extra kick in the pants, one that she undeniably felt. Before he knew it, his shirt was unbuttoned, causing his exploring hands to pause while she whipped it off.
Trunks smoothed his palms back up her thighs and underneath her dress, slowly causing it to roll up. He was cautious with her, waiting for her body language to tell him to proceed. Their sexual history never went past oral in the dark. Her body was still a mystery to him and it was driving him insane with lust and desire.
She lifted her arms, allowing him to pull the dress up and over, leaving her in only a black bra. She reached down to unbutton his pants, feeling self conscious that she was so exposed below the waist. After she lowered the zipper, he stood up and kicked them off, leaving him in his black boxers.
Trunks knelt back down, taking in the sight of her body in disbelief. She was breathtaking.
She brought her thighs together to cover what she could of her private area once she noticed he was observing her.
He stroked her cheek with his palm. "I love you, Pan Son."
Her face relaxed. "I love you, Trunks Briefs."
Trunks moved his lips towards her mouth, engaging them in a deep kiss. He waivered away, moving towards her ear nibbling and sucking on her earlobe while she circled his nipples, then stroked his abdomen as he led kisses down her neck, slowly and gently pushing her onto her back. She allowed his torso to rest between her legs while he took her bra in his teeth and pulled it down her torso, making it easier to circle around and unhook. He sat up to his knees, taking in the full exposure of Pan Son. He leaned back down, enjoying the wetness between her legs against his abdomen. His mouth met her right breast, licking and sucking while his hand rolled the other, then switched. Her body was loving these new sensations. She moaned submissively, being taken over by his touch. His hand smoothed down her side and to her thigh, circling against its inner aspect. He led butterfly kisses down towards her pelvis, working her clitoris with his tongue after plunging in a finger. He loved the oh baby she cried out with the second finger pumping inside her. She was so tight, he couldn't imagine how she'd feel against his bare skin.
"Trunks, Trunks, baby..." She lifted his chin as she sat up and stood to her feet, gesturing for him to do so as well. She placed her hands on his hips and inserted her fingertips underneath the band of his boxers. She leaned up to kiss him, and shoved the boxers passed the large erection that was now pressing against her skin. Trunks greeted it with a couple of firm strokes.
The size of it made Pan shudder in ecstasy. "Pan, are you sure?"
Pan raised a seductive eyebrow. "I think this speaks for the both of us." She replied with a couple of firm strokes, which was enough to sweep her off her feet and into the bedroom. The smell was driving him over the wall. Her scent was not only in the air, but in his mouth from tasting it first hand.
He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, engulfing her mouth while his fingers prepared her opening. She cried out in pain as she felt his member surge into her. He mouthed her breasts while her body adjusted to his size, slowly thrusting back and forth. "You okay?" He panted, his saiyan drive daring to take over. She was a virgin, he had to remind himself. A gentle, tight virgin.
"Mhmm." She worked her hips to get the feel of this new sensation inside her. Trunks deepened his movements now, quickening his pace with every few thrusts. Trunks could tell she was in pain, but she insisted he keep on going. She grabbed a free pillow and pressed it against her face, wailing into it as he climaxed. Trunks felt awful for feeling this way, but the the sound of her cries made it all the more enjoyable for him.
Pan could feel him exploding inside her, then pressure relieved as he pulled out. Trunks lifted the pillow from her face, his face and hair moist with sweat. He chuckled as he gazed at her.
"What're you laughing at?" She laughed as well, gazing up at this beautiful moonlit face. His chuckle retreated into a grin as he bent down to kiss her then rolled off. "Are you one of those guys who, instead of crying after sex, he laughs after sex?"
"No, babe." He nestled in next to her on her pillow and draped his arm across her body. "You just make me so damn happy."
He pulled the comforter over them as they held each other and talked into the late hours of the night, both of them fighting the sleep that was becoming more and more difficult to resist.
XxxXxXx
Goten's sleeping body stirred awake at the sound of the main door of the Brief's home opening and closing. He peered up from behind the arm of the couch to see a freshly showered Trunks and Pan enter hand in hand.
"Goten, I give you a night alone with Marron and Bra and you still some how manage to end up sleeping on the couch?" Trunks criticized him, receiving a middle finger in response.
"Why are you guys here, it's eight in the morning?" He sat up rubbing his eyes, suddenly smelling the sweet smell of breakfast from the kitchen.
"I thought I heard someone come in!" The bright blue eyed Bulma interrupted, greeting her son and Pan with a warm hug. "Come on in, breakfast is ready. Goten, I even made your omelette you're so fond of."
The four served themselves a plate and sat at the dining table. They ate in silence for the first few bites until Bulma's fork dropped onto her plate, startling the others. "Pan!" She pointed, looking as if she were about to go into shock.
Pan panicked, looking around her trying to figure out what was wrong. "Wha-what is it, Bulma?"
"Oh, oh my, pardon me." She half laughed, fanning herself with her hand. "The ring is on your right hand, not your left."
Goten, Trunks, and Pan glanced at the glistening ring that rested on her right ring finger.
"Well, Trunks, from mother to son, if you're going to invest that much into a promise ring you might as well have proposed-" She stopped as she heard the three of them choke on their breakfast. "but I digress. I spoke with Professor Kurgura about the business you'll be interning at in the states, and I must say this trip can be very promising for us. You show them what the Briefs are made of and I don't see how we can fail at getting our foot in the door in the US."
Goten and Pan shared a brief gaze as they listened to Bulma lecture her son on business etiquette and how crucial this move was for the future of Capsule Corporation.
Pan could feel the man beside her growing more tense and more annoyed with his mother. She found his hand underneath the table and gripped it reassuringly.
After breakfast, it was time for them to head out to the airport. Since Trunks was giving Pan his truck for the duration of his leave, Goten was invited to make sure Pan made it out of the airport traffic safely. Goten did what he did best and lightened the atmosphere in the vehicle by filling them in on the party details after Trunks and Pan had left, and the woes of caring for two drunk women on a Saturday night.
"Sounds like quite a hardship there Goten." Pan said sarcastically.
"And still slept on the couch." Trunks added.
xXxXxXx
The airport was crowded as usual, but it didn't take long for them to make out Trunks' tall, silver haired professor in the midst of the people. "Ah, if it isn't Mr. Briefs. I believe you are the last person we were waiting for, now we may proceed to bag check-in, if you don't mind?" Professor Kurgura's stern eyes settled onto Pan and Goten.
This wasn't exactly how she had imagined saying goodbye to him. She imagined her watching him walk through the gate of the plane entrance and watching his plane fly away, not leaving him with a group of students. Pan lazily waved her right hand, "Well, have a safe trip..."
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the colored band donned on her finger, then met his lips to hers. "I'll see you soon. I love you." he whispered, then turned to Goten. "Take care of her."
It had been a long time since Goten had seen such a look in Trunks' eyes. Take care of her was an order, not a passive remark. Goten nodded in affirmation.
Trunks gave Pan's hand a tight squeeze before he let go and turned away. She watched in silence as he paced ahead, keeping up with the back of the group of students. She wanted to tell him she loved him too, but was too scared that one sound would provoke the tears she fought back.
Goten waited until he disappeared into the crowd of people, then planted a hand on his niece's shoulder. "Come on, Pan."
While Goten drove them back to Satan City, filling the truck with music for her sake she assumed, Pan shed a silent tear as a quote from her English class loomed in her mind:
How lucky am I to have met someone who makes it so hard to say goodbye.