Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ By the Full Moon's Light ❯ A Father's Love ( Chapter 3 )

It was almost two months before Trunks saw Pan again, and it was in the place he least expected. He answered the doorbell to find her standing on his doorstep. She blushed when she saw him but still threw her arms around his neck in greeting. He returned the embrace enthusiastically. Her scent wrapped around him and for a moment he had trouble thinking. He had to shake his head to clear it before he could speak.

"What are you doing here? School doesn't start for another month."

She shrugged. "I need to register and get books and just generally move in, so it seemed like a good idea." Her lip trembled in false misery. "Or don't you want me to be here?"

He laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "Of course I do, I invited you, didn't I?"

"Yup. Which means that you get to help me carry my stuff inside."

She had surprisingly little, especially when he thought about how many clothes Bra owned. She had three closets to herself, while Pan had trouble filling one. She shrugged when he pointed this out.

"What do I need lots of clothes for? I have clothes to train in and clothes to work in, if I need anything else I'll buy it, but I don't really like getting dressed up." She gave her hair, which was now confined in a single braid, a tug. "My hair never wants to behave anyway."

"I think you looked beautiful at the wedding." She blushed and he smiled that he could elicit such a response. "You should wear that color more often."

Bulma appeared bearing a tray of snacks and drinks and smiled at the two. "I thought you might be hungry, especially since I've never known a time when you weren't hungry. I wish I had your metabolism."

Pan laughed softly. "At least we don't have to worry about getting fat, though Goten is certainly making an effort."

After their snack, Trunks took her on a quick tour of the facility. She couldn't hide a grin at the training facilities built for Vegeta and Trunks. This was more along the lines of what she wanted. She was a warrior at heart and the lack of a worthy opponent had irked her. She cracked her knuckles in anticipation.

"Father and I start our daily workout at five. Would you like to join us tomorrow?"

She nodded eagerly. She wanted to match herself against two real warriors, not just Krillan or 18, who were strong, but nothing compared to Saijins. "Tomorrow will be an interesting day."

When Pan arrived she found Trunks and Vegeta already doing stretches. Vegeta only grunted acknowledgement of her greeting and after a quick stretching session they got to work in the gravity room. 800 push-ups on her right arm at 300 g's and another 800 on her left followed by 1500 sit-ups. They began to go over basic sparing moves before squaring off. Sparring three-ways was much harder than with only two people, but Pan was aching for a challenge.

By the time the workout was over, Pan was sore, bruised, sweaty, and well pleased. This was far more like it. She showered and changed quickly and joined Vegeta and Trunks for a massive breakfast. Trunks made his excuses and headed in for the office, leaving Pan with Vegeta. They sat in silence as they ate.

"You're good for him."

Pan almost dropped her fork. "I am?"

Vegeta nodded. "He trains now like a man with a purpose. It is good to see."

The Saijin Prince rose and left. Pan sat staring into her plate for long minutes before she convinced herself to move. She went to the university and registered for the classes she needed to finish her schooling. Due to the red tape involved in switching schools, she had to spend the entire day making sure her files got transferred properly. It was late evening by the she got back to the house, and she was exhausted. Trunks looked up when she came in and gave her a tired smile that she didn't doubt was reflected on her own face.

"My mom left you dinner in the fridge."

"She didn't have to do that."

He shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. He looked odd in a suit with a tie. "She's been cooking for Saijins for almost forty years now. I think she's just gotten used to making a huge amount of food and setting half of it aside."

He followed her into the kitchen and pulled out two large plates. "You haven't eaten?"

"No, I only got home twenty minutes ago. I figured I'd wait for you."

She was glad the dim light in the kitchen hid her blush. "Thank you."

Trunks smiled to himself as he heated up their dinner. The scent of her mingled with the food, but he still managed to catch that illusive thread and cling to it throughout the meal. They talked about their days and tried hard not to get too depressed about the corporate power-structure they were both trapped in. Trunks kissed Pan on the cheek before bidding her goodnight. Once he was sure she was in her room, he sought out his father's ki. The man was almost a hundred miles east of the city. Trunks did not turn into a Super Saijin for fear of alerting Pan. It was only a ten minute flight to get him to the deserted section of mountain range. Vegeta sat on the top of a mesa waiting for him. Trunks landed beside his father.

"You want to talk about Pan." Trunks nodded, he'd long ago stopped wondering how the man knew so much about what he thought. "You love her?"

"I don't know."

"You'd better find out soon. She cares about you."

"She does?"

"Her scent changes whenever you walk into the room. She's more…potent when you are near."

"Potent?"

"You must have noticed." Trunks ducked his head. "She is almost your equal in strength."

"You noticed that too. She's been itching for a real sparring partner."

"No doubt she will become much stronger in the weeks to come. You must as well if you wish to mate her eventually. Otherwise she will never accept you as a mate, her Saijin blood will not allow it."

"Will you help me?"

Vegeta looked over at his son. Trunks had been conceived the night of his and Bulma's mating. He was a very special child and, in a way, they shared a very special bond. He had truly been conceived out of love, though it was love Vegeta had never and would never admit to. He sighed softly. It was that same love that Vegeta wanted his son to feel someday as well, and it seemed that Pan was the woman for that.

"I will help you. Tomorrow we leave for the desert. We can only spend a few days there without the rest of those nosy bastards guessing at our intentions."

Trunks nodded and rose, flying back to the house. The next several days were going to be intense and he needed all the rest he could get before hand.