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CHAPTER 3

When it comes to underwear, I always choose cute over sexy. Sexy just isn't me. Well, I can't wear sexy bras and panties anymore, not since that incident at school...

One day Trunks and I bumped into each other at the mall. I dropped my shopping bags and out spilled my lacey panties and push-up bras. To my horror, Trunks bent down and examined one of the panties, holding them up in the air so anyone walking by or sitting on a bench nearby could see.

My face turned red as a tomato. I swear steam came out of my ears when a group of boys- - all from my school- - walked by and whistled, yelling out cat calls. I tried snatching the panties away from him but he moved quickly. "Come on Trunks, give it back!"

I reached for the panties, which he tossed in his other hand, but he pulled them away from me at the last second, clearly finding his perverted game of keep away fun. I was only becoming angrier as the game continued and he knew it. The game is only fun for him if I get mad.

Finally, he stuffed the panties down the front of his pants, leaving a tiny bit of material for me to grab.

He grinned

I whacked my bag into the side of his face and yelled." Go ahead and keep them! Consider it a Christmas present you creep!"

He didn't keep them. The next day he met me on my walk to school. I tried to ignore him, which didn't work out since he latched on to the hood of my hoodie, almost strangling me in the process.

He stuffed the panties into my hand." Here. They're not my size."

I immediately dropped the underwear." Ew! Gross! That is sick!"

He smiled, patting me- - hard- - on the back. I narrowed my eyes." You better not have stuck another 'kick me' sign on my back."

"Haha. I'd never do that."

"You did it last week!"

"Can you prove it?"

"I know it was you!" I accused, kicking the panties in the snow by my feet. " Stupid classmates. I can't believe they actually kicked me all day!"

"I can't believe you didn't know until after the day ended." Trunks remarked. He waved and smiled politely, which caught me off guard." Well, I better get going. Have a nice day Pan."

"Uh. . . are you feeling okay?"

He chuckled.

It was a nice day, at first. Everyone I passed and greeted smiled and said hello to me. I sat at the desk in the front row during first period(Self Study) and didn't think anything was strange. Everyone is normally loud and giggly during self study. Second period, English, wasn't as loud as first period, but everyone snickered and giggled. Third period. Math. The snickering didn't stop, even the teacher was in on the joke everyone had left me out of.

"What's so funny?" I asked the boy sitting next to me, who was my crush and the hottest boy in school, Erik.

Erik's face was red from laughing so much, there were even tears streaming down his face. He reached behind me and pulled out something that was hidden in the hood of my hoodie. At first I thought it was snow but gasped when Erik stretched out the huge white thong. That thing was big enough to fit Majin Buu's fat ass!

"Those. Are. Not. Mine."

The teacher doubled over in laughter and so did the entire class.

"They're not mine!" I cried, snatching the thong out of Erik's hands. A small card fell from the thong. I bent down and picked it up, crumpling the card after I read what it said:

Pan,

Sexy lingerie doesn't suit you.

"Trunks!"

For a week everyone except me wore large underwear over their clothes. Eventually it grew old and they found something else to make fun of. But nobody ever forgot. There was no point in wearing anything sexy after that. None of the boys, including Erik, ever bothered asking me out. Of course they wouldn't. Who would ask out a girl who likes wearing huge underwear?

.+.+.+.+.

I wake up in a hospital bed, with an I.V tube inserted into my forearm, The clock on the well says 12:00 P.M. I've missed my hair appointment, but there's still time to go dress shopping with Bulla before the graduation ceremony.

"I've got to get out of here."

The I.V pole squeaks as I walk down the large hospital hall. I pass by a nurse's station but none of them stop to question me. I guess patients must take frequent walks or something. Once I pass the nurses, I take out the I.V and ditch it beside another patient's room door.

"Mommy!" A little girl's voice echoes down the hall behind me.

Oh no. It's that kid Trunks paid to call me Mommy. If she's here then I'm sure he's there with her!

"Ahhh!" I cry out, knocking over the I.V pole to slow the kid down as I try to distant myself from her. She easily leaps over the pole.

"I'm going to get you Mommy!" The little girl giggles, her voice coming from directly behind me.

I jump over an obese nurse, hoping this will slow the kid down. When I land though, the kid's arms wrap around my ankles." Gotcha!"

I fall chin first into the hard ground. The tips of someone's shoes comes uncomfortably close to my face. Keeping my aching chin pressed against the cool floor, I look up. Of course. Him.

"Daddy, Daddy! Look! I caught her!"

Trunks bends down and helps me to my feet.

"Good job Fable." He hands the girl some money." Can you get Mommy something to drink?"

She snatches the money and scurries away on her mission.

"What is she?" I ask, surprised that a human girl kept up with me.

"Our daughter of course."

"I don't have kids. Especially not with you."

Trunks slams me against the wall, breathing out his nose like an enraged bull."Don't do this Pan. Whatever it is you're going through DON'T take it out on her. You are her mother, so act like one!"

We glare into each other's eyes until I remember something.

"You married me while I was sleeping!" I accuse, pointing at him with the wedding finger.

"No." Trunks sighs." I didn't."

"Did you pay someone to marry us while I slept? How could Capsule Corp's future CEO stoop so low? Wait until Bulma hears about this!"

"You're crazy."

I gape at him." I don't marry people while they're asleep! You're the crazy one, and by the way, we're getting a divorce."

"Fine!" Trunks shouts back defensively.

"Fine!"

I reach down and try to pull the ring off but the evil gold, giant diamond ring refuses to part from my finger. It's infused with my skin now.

"This is your fault!" I cry, desperately trying to free my finger from the ring." I bet you super glued it to my finger, so I'd be forced to stay married to you!"

"Yeah, Pan. That's exactly what I did. Everything is my fault, like always." Trunks replies sarcastically.

He makes it sound dumb when he says it like that. What is he talking about? Of course everything is his fault! I just wanted to live my life without him, not stuck with him forever like I am now! If he thinks gluing a ring to my finger is going to stop me, then he doesn't know me at all! I'm the most stubborn person of my family!

"What are you doing?" Trunks gasps as I chomp down into my flesh." You're going to rip your finger off! Stop!"

"That's the point!"

Nurses rush to Trunks' aid. He pulls my finger away from my mouth and the nurse I had jumped over earlier traps me in a headlock. Her headlock does absolutely nothing since I'm a million times stronger than her. I go nuts. Ignoring the nurse trying to choke me out, I kick Trunks in the jaw. He skids down the hall at impressive, non-human speed.

A can of soda falls to the ground.

"Daddy!" The little girl, Fable, cries. Wow, she is a good actor.

Trunks gets to his feet." It's okay honey. Mommy and Daddy are just playing."

"Yeah, and you're losing!" I shout, appearing beside him, getting ready to strike him in the face when his grin stops me in my tracks. I'd seen this grin years ago, right before he. . .

Trunks' left hand wraps around my hips, pulling me close to him while his other hand sneaks from behind and closes in around the nape of my neck, subduing me like a kitten. My entire body goes numb. I can't move! I can't run away!

He smiles, whispering into my ear the same thing he did last time, only I can understand what he's saying now.

"You're mine."

My eyes widen. His lips push against mine as his tongue forces into my mouth. My female urges are telling me to give into the kiss but I fight it. My face isn't paralyzed like the rest of my body. I turn my head, breaking free from the kiss, and lean against his shoulder. Not because of any romantic feelings or anything. If I could move I'd be slapping him in the face right now!

"Is she okay?" Fable asks as Trunks carries me down the hall like a captive princess.

"No." I reply." I. . . can't move."

"Because you love Daddy." Fable giggles.

" No I don't!"

" Yes you do," Fable chimes." You told me so yourself!"

"Was Trunks holding a gun to my head when I said it?"

Fable laughs." You're funny Mommy."

No kid, I'm not.

I'm crazy.