Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 2

Pan was shaking hard. Goten was forced to hold her up as they walked way from Trunks. She could still feel his eyes on her. They were so dark. It shook her to her soul. He had always had such gentle eyes, before. Now they reminded her of his father's preying eyes. She was about to throw caution to the wind and bolt for the door, until Goten had pulled her off. He had used the excuse of getting her something to drink. Marron and Bra were chattering to each other at the other side of the table, so they didn't seem to hear Goten speak.

"Great Dende!" Goten glanced at Trunks. Bafflement was imprinted on his face. "I have never seen him like that! What just happened?"

"You tell me, Goten." Pan refused to even glance at Trunks as she took the drink Goten offered her.

Goten looked at her even more seriously, and it only served to unnerve her more. "I think you should stay by me for the night Pan. I am Trunks' best friend. We grew up together and I have never seen him look like that."

"Yes, Uncle Goten." Pan sipped her drink, then set it down to look at Trunks. He had not moved an inch. Bulma was beside him talking, but he was totally fixed on her. Why? What had she done? "Goten, could you show me where my room is? I need to lay down. I'm getting a little weak from all this traveling."

Goten spit the red punch all over the front of her dress in shock. "I doubt it," he smirked as she looked at her dress, then glared at him. Goten smiled, a large goofy grin. "Now you have a reason to retire early. No one's going to believe a little traveling got you that tired."

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"Trunks, honey," Bulma said, rubbing her son's arm. He grunted at her, the way Vegeta did when he was annoyed, distracted, or half a dozen other emotions. Trunks had never done that before. She had seen more of Vegeta in his actions in the last five minutes then she had in his whole life. "What's wrong? Are you angry with Pan?" Trunks looked at his mother and hefted a deep sigh. "I know it has been a long time. You know her studies have her traveling all over the world. It isn't her fault she has been gone so long."

"It isn't." Trunks looked up to see Pan had disappeared from sight. Already she had found a way to escape. She couldn't stay hidden for long in this place. Definitely not now, when he was so set on a private meeting between them. After all, she was here for an entire week. This was going to be settled one way or the other. "Mom, I suddenly just don't feel up to all of this. I am going to go to my room. See you in the morning." He pushed away from Bulma to head toward the stairs.

Bulma decided it was a good thing that she had put the entire Son family at the other end of the house from her own. That had been to help Vegeta from trying to goad Goku into another fight. Now she was more worried about the next generation. Glancing at Vegeta, who was watching Trunks' back with an odd expression on his face. "What do you think, dear?"

"What I am thinking doesn't bear repeating," Vegeta muttered. Bulma gave him the I-know-that-you-are-going-to-tell-me-anyway look. "I think Trunks has a thing for Kakkarot's granddaughter."

Bulma gasped and looked at Goku who was talking with his son, Gohan. "Pan."

"He doesn't have another, woman." Vegeta crossed his arms. "Lucky us."


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Pan wrapped her robe around her nightgown as she paced the floor. She had been like this for hours now. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't even lay still. This was horrible. Pan contemplated catching a plane at first light, but then everyone would be disappointed. There was also the fact that Trunks and Goten would know why she was running. That was exactly what she was doing. It was never like her family to run from their fears or challenges. She had to face her fears as well. She pulled open her door and listened to the silence of the lodge. Now all she had to do was find him.

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Everyone had all gone to bed. Trunks had come back down after things had calmed down. It had been loud for hours as everyone greeted each other and reminisced about the past. He had hoped Pan would have returned as well. He had seen the last of his parents for the evening. Everyone was off to bed. Trunks was now reclined on the couch looking up at the large beams that held up the roof. The pillows under his head were comfortable and he figured he would just stay here for a while and think. The rustle of fabric and the soft sound of feet on the stairs alerted him to her presence. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm. Chances were it was just the surprise of seeing the grown up Pan in person after all that time. There was no way he had seen or felt that way.

"Trunks?" Perhaps he was wrong again. The sound of her voice sent a shiver over his arms. He refused to move, choosing to keep his head pressed into the pillow. Pan leaned over the back of the couch and her unbound hair brushed over his face. Trunks opened his eyes. They were immediately drawn to where the pale blue robe gapped open. Unwillingly his eyes dipped to the opening. It only revealed a pale cottony nightgown. Relief and regret where mixed foremost in his mind. "I was looking for you. I never thought you would be down here."

"You were looking for me?" Trunks sat up and motioned for her to sit by him. "I'm sorry I was so… intense when you came in. I admit I was shocked at how much you have grown."

`As if that were the half of it,' he added to himself.

She fidgeted with her hands as she rounded the couch and sat down. Still she pressed herself against the opposite arm of the sofa. Trunks felt his eyes narrow a bit then he forced an emotionless look. "You look more like your father than I remember," she said as she looked at her lap, then back up to his face.

"Really." Trunks looked at her face. The nervousness was imprinted on every delicate curve. "What have you been up to?"

"School mostly. What about you? Anything interesting?" Pan leaned forward relaxing a little, or at least trying to look like she was. She had caught on that she was really agitating him by pulling away.

A harsh sound that was much like a laugh escaped him. "Not a blasted thing is going on with me," he admitted.

Pan was confused. "In the years I have been away there has been nothing at all. Come on, you! You are the president of a huge international company. Not to mention that you are still as gorgeous as ever. You have to be drowning in love struck woman." Trunks smiled at her. Looking down he shook his head slightly. "No! Are they blind? There was a time I would have died to get your attention."

`Still would,' she added mentally.

Trunks looked up quickly. Was she still in love with him? That was it. She still had feelings for him. Her guard had dropped off and it was not easy to miss. He was feeling more confident now. Looking over the back of the couch to check out the stairs, Trunks let his arm ride the back of the couch. He noted his hand was inches from Pan's hair and face. "Well, there was a time I was, as you put it, drowning with all the women that were after me. But that just isn't right. I always thought the guy should chase the girl." He leaned towards her and whispered, "So how much have you been drowning these days?"

Pan felt the blush rising on her cheeks. So he wanted to know what she had been up to, huh? Well, why not tell him? After all he had been the one to blow her off years ago. What would it hurt if the almighty Trunks Briefs realized she was not just another little girl to the men in this world?

"Alright, I'll tell you. If I was smart I would have invested in scuba gear a long, long time ago." She relished the look on his face. That smile he had been flashing at her fell away, although the shock she had expected was covered in a look of intense annoyance. That, she hadn't expected.

"So they're lining up at your door, are they?" Trunks tried to control the rage at the thought of other men sitting with her like he was now. Touching her, like he was just thinking of doing, or perhaps even kissing her. Great Dende, what had Gohan and Videl been thinking of when they sent her away? She lived in a world where every hormonally challenged male could find her. She had been so sweet and innocent when she left. What about now? How much had she seen? How much did she know? He gritted his teeth… How much had she done?

Pan realized where his mind was leading him. She scowled right back at him. "I have a lot of men chasing me these days, that is true enough. There just hasn't been anyone quick enough to catch me." That didn't make him any happier. He glowered at her. "I tell them all the same thing. I am not interested at this time. I have too much to do yet. Not that they listen to me." Pan flipped her hair behind her back and tried to relax Trunks by saying, "I am thinking about writing a book, actually, called One Hundred and One Ways to Attract a Man. Chapter One, Ignore Him."

Trunks spoke before he thought. "It might be a best seller. After all you have ignored me for years and here I am trying with all my might not to reach over there, and…" He stopped short and Pan gasped at what he had said. Before she could even try to reprocess what he had said, since she didn't believe she had heard him right, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into an impassioned kiss.

Trunks was on fire. She was melting into him as if she belonged there. It was all he could do to keep his hands from wandering over her body. Pan was in shock. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe Trunks would ever actually kiss her. It felt so good. She slid closer to him to increase the contact. When the kiss finally broke off, they rested their foreheads together.

"What just happened, Trunks?" Pan asked shakily as she reached up to pull Trunks' hand from her hair.

"I think my control just slipped to tell you the truth." Trunks was fighting the urge to pull her back into the kiss. He knew exactly what would happen if he did. No matter what she said, he wouldn't stop with just a sample. "I think you should go back to your room, Pan."

Pan jerked. "I am not a child, Trunks. You are not babysitting me right now." She was angry at his cold command. "I will not just march up to my room like a naughty three- year-old child after her curfew."

"Pan, I did not mean it like that." Trunks dug his fingers into the couch to keep his body anchored. "What I mean is, if you don't get away from me right now, I am going to be all over you, and I really would not want your father, Goku, or Goten to come down here and pull me off you when they hear you screaming."

Pan stopped cold and looked at him. He was fighting just to stay where he was. "I think I will go to bed now, Trunks."

As she walked to the stairs he called "I would lock the door as well tonight, Pan." She didn't even turn to look at him; she just took off running.

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The light slipped through the window on to the edge of Pan's bed. She was excited and nervous. Trunks wanted her. This was something she had never dreamed was possible. After the last time they had talked all those years ago, she was certain of it. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was the look on his face last night. Trunks clinging to the sofa as if it was the only way he could stop himself from attacking her in a fit of passion. She had wanted him too, but she wasn't ready to give her virginity to just anyone, even Trunks in a fit of passion. She had always wanted it to be special. Rolling onto her back, she wondered how long she could hide here in her room before going out and facing everyone.

It did not take long for Bra to come rushing into her room. "Pan! Hurry up! Marron and I are going shopping for gifts and whatever. I thought you would like to go, too. Since you obviously didn't get a chance with the surprise party and all. Which reminds me, where did you disappear to last night?"

Pan sat up and rubbed her eyes "I disappeared to my room. I had a long flight, so I figured I would pass out up here instead of the couch."

Bra looked very unbelieving. "Really? Wow. I thought you went off some where with Trunks. Since he left right after you did. But then he might be coming down with something. I haven't seen his so grumpy in ages." Bra turned and began flipping through Pan's closet. "Hey, you have lots of nice stuff here! It must have been great shopping all over the world. Dad..." She kept on prattling along as Pan threw off the covers, and took the clothes Bra was handing her. Bra was right on the money about a lot of what she was saying. Pan had never known how tuned into everything Bra really was. She was sure right about the shopping thing. Pan had stuff for her family, but there were lots of things to get the others and Trunks. As Pan dressed, Bra slipped out of the room and left her alone to prepare. What was she going to do about the job offer? What could she do? Pan sighed and decided to stick with her plans as they were. No matter what happened, she had gained a lot of time being self-sufficient and that was not something she was willing to just give up.

Pan left her room and headed down the stairs. She was half way down when she heard Trunks calling her from behind. "Hmmm?" She turned.

"I told Bra I would drive you into the city as soon as you ate. She couldn't wait." Trunks smiled. It was that smile that gave him away. Pan knew immediately he was up to something underhanded.