Growing Pains 'verse. Trunks and Pan are celebrating his birthday, but somebody accidentally interrupts the celebration.
"What the HELL?! TRUNKS?!"
Pan gagged on the mouthful of dick halfway down her throat and pulled back before she could properly choke. She could feel it wilting in her hand as she sat back on her haunches, unintentionally throwing the sheets off in the process. Trunks made a high-pitched noise of alarm and grabbed the nearest pillow to cover his lap.
"Oh my kami," Bra whispered, voice growing louder as she continued on, "oh my fucking kami, what the actual fuck? Pan, you're… you're fucking Trunks?!"
A deep crimson flush raced to cover the naked expanse of Pan's chest and back as she slowly turned to look over her shoulder. Bra was standing in the doorway, hair all over her head, dressed in a set of lounging clothes. Her blue eyes were wide with shock, and one of them even looked like it was twitching.
The quarter saiyan swallowed hard before she began to speak, "B-Bra, I…"
"I came up here because these weird ass noises woke me up from my nap, and I find this?"
"Bra-chan, calm—"
"No," she snapped, "don't you tell me to calm down, Trunks. Oh my fuck." She raised a hand to her forehead, "I – how long has this shit been going on?"
"I – that's none of your business," Pan grabbed the nearest article of clothing, Trunks' shirt, and put it on before climbing off of her bed, "none of this is any of your business." She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, thankful that there didn't seem to be much drool or other fluids on her lips and chin.
"I'm your best friend and you couldn't tell me you were fucking my big brother?" the bluenette gave the quarter saiyan a disgusted grimace.
"I – wow, what the hell? This isn't about you," Pan retorted, "yes, it's surprising but don't you think you're making a little too big of a deal out of this?" she threw her hands out at her sides.
"No," Bra shot back, "he's probably just using you for the sex, we all know his track record's shit when it comes to being with someone for more than that."
"Hey," Trunks sat up, affronted, "that's uncalled for."
"We've been in a relationship for 9 fucking years, you bitch," Pan blurted thoughtlessly, ki flaring a bit with her ire, "I think that would've gotten old a good while ago, don't you?"
Bra's jaw went slack, "I… you…" her eyes went blank for a second as she did the math in her head, "what the fuck, you were seventeen?" she scowled at Trunks, whose cheeks bloomed with scarlet shame.
"Give or take a few months," Pan muttered under her breath, "look, I don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this, I chose to be with him. He makes me happy."
"Oh, so is that why you kept it a secret for damn near a decade?" Bra shot back, skeptical.
Pan flinched, but retorted, "yeah, because my parents would've been so understanding if I told them I was in a relationship with someone 14 years older than me at 17."
"That was then, now you're 26 and still sneaking around." Bra was reeling, completely thrown by the fact that Pan had been dating her brother for longer than she'd been with Goten and Marron had been with Uub.
That brought Pan up short. She swallowed and gave Trunks a very pointed look, one that didn't go unnoticed by Bra.
"It's more fun this way." the brunette quoted in a deadpan, dry sarcasm coloring her words. Not once did her brown eyes leave Trunks' face. The red flush to his cheeks somehow deepened further, and he lowered his gaze to the sheets.
"Can you please get out my damn room?" Pan urged, "and maybe now you'll learn how to fucking knock instead of just barging in on people." She sneered.
"This conversation isn't over."
"Oh, I think it is." The quarter saiyan crossed her arms over her chest, "the door's right there." She twiddled her fingers in a sarcastic wave, dismissive yet wrought with her aggravation.
Bra left the room, slamming the door behind herself, and Pan rounded on Trunks, "this is exactly why I told you not to come here for this," she waved a hand between them sharply, "she's probably gonna tell Mar; I thought you wanted this to be a damn secret." She ripped the t-shirt over her head and pelted her boyfriend in the face with it, "just get out, I'm not in the mood anymore."
"Panny, I'm sorry. Really, I didn't think…"
"Oh, honey trust me, I know you didn't think. I don't wanna hear it," she disappeared into her conjoined bathroom, "happy birthday, now get out." The shower cranked up with a dull roar and the door slammed shut, effectively ending the conversation.