Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 5

"Pan, baby, wake up." She lifted her head to see Trunks pulling his shirt over his head. He seemed fine. As if nothing had happened to them last night. She knew that looks, in his case, could be deceiving. "I called up to the lodge. Mom had some one plow it out early this morning so we can get up there."

She reached over to grab her shirt, and Trunks took her hand in a firm grip. He knelt down eye level with her. "I want to ask you here, before we leave. Are you feeling alright?" She nodded that she did, but he still held her hand. "Pan you know I love you. I want you to be comfortable with me. This has happened quickly, I'll admit. That doesn't change the facts though. At the end of the week I want to celebrate our engagement."

"You what?!?" Pan pulled her hand free and grabbed her shirt. She pulled it on and began buttoning as fast as her shaking hands would let her. "Are you crazy! I mean, two days ago we weren't even speaking. Now we fall into bed together, and you want me to marry you? Pardon me, but there is a name for what happened here," she growled, standing up and kicking around for her skirt. "It's called a one night stand."

He stood up and went stiff, a thunderous expression on his handsome face. "Excuse me, but would you say that again? I think I heard you wrong." His insides grew cold.

She gasped with exasperation. "One night stand! People fall into each other's arms for some reason or another for a one night only deal. Then they leave it in the past and move on. End of story."

"You don't really expect me to believe that, do you?" Trunks didn't move a muscle. "I am not gullible enough to believe that last night was a one night stand. I've had them, Pan…" He threw his past in her face. "And that was definitely not one."

"Believe what you want. Just take me back to the lodge so we can get this week over with." Pan pulled on her jacket and walked to the door.

He walked up next to her and looked her right in the eyes as he said, "You're right. Once this week is over, I am going to start trying to convince you what a mistake you're making. With everyone at the lodge interfering, I doubt I will get a decent chance to try." With that, he stormed past her and out the door.

Pan watched him for a moment. Then as she started to shut the door she muttered "I plan to be long gone by the time you get chance to speak with me." Slam.

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It was pretty much like Trunks had predicted. She hardly ever had to speak with him. The few time she did was only to say, "Pass the salt," and "Thank you for the nice gift." The rest the time she made sure she was almost inseparable from her father and grandfather. He didn't seem upset at all by this. He would simply cross his arms and rested his back or shoulder on a near by wall and watched her. The only one who seemed to notice his strange behavior was Bra. She quickly decided that Trunks was just bored by the whole holiday experience and wanted to go back to work. Nothing could have been farther from the truth.

Pan kicked open the door and walked into her room with an armful of presents. She was wondering how she would get all this stuff into her suitcase. There was no help for it; she was going to have to get another one. Sigh. "First things first," she muttered aloud. "How am I going to get that light?" While she contemplated the fullness of her arms, the light flicked on. "On."

Trunks smiled at her with teasing eyes. "Need help?" She looked at him and felt the overwhelming urge to cry. He was by far too sexy. That alone made him dangerous enough. She didn't need the flame lit memories rising up in her own mind.

"Yes, I did." She set her armload on the bed, then turned to him and straightened her back. Pan didn't realize that only served to toss her hair in a becoming manner, or thrust her perfectly formed breast forward. Trunks, on the other hand, noticed and took note. "Thank you, very much for your unrequested assistance. Now, get out," she said as she pointed to the door.

He grimaced a little, yet remained undaunted. "Sure I'll get out of the doorway; so rude of me to just stand there. What was I thinking?" He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Pan's composure began to drop as her heart took a great leap in her chest. "Trunks, you… you can't be in my room, not here." She watched as he tried to stifle a laugh. Sweet Dende, what was she saying? "You can't be in my room, period. Now, get out before some one comes."

"Who are you expecting at this hour? Everyone has already gone to bed aside from you, Bra and Marron." Without another word, she walked up and grabbed his arm. She tried to pull him to the door. He didn't move. "What where you talking about? I have been waiting for hours."

"We were taking about how to get rid of annoying ex-lovers." she hissed as Trunks caught her up in his arms. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"You don't have any ex-lovers." Trunks kissed her lips tenderly. Pan immediately melted into him. She rose up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. He locked his arms around her waist, then slipped one hand to the small of her back and pressed her intimately against him. The kiss deepened. She felt her legs going weak. It was all right since Trunks was practically holding her up anyway.

As they parted, Pan gasped out. "How are you doing this to me?" It took him a moment, but soon he was laughing, a beautiful sound of sincere happiness. "Stop laughing at me."

"When I figure it out, I will let you know." Trunks watched her eyes "Right now, I think we need to clear off your bed."

"Why?" She rubbed her body along his and he shuddered.

"So I can prove to you that this is not just a one-night stand. Now let go, and help me." He stared down as she refused to relinquish him from her arms. "Do you really want to find out to find out what is like to make love on the floor?"

"We are not going to make love, Trunks." Pan let go. Reality was storming its way back into her head.

"All right. How about having sex, is that good for you," he growled at her. "Or maybe you just want to be straight up fucked?" She let out an outraged sound. He reached out and caught the fist he knew she would throw. "Damn it, Pan, I am not a saint. I need you…"

She looked up at him. Her rage evaporated with one look in his eyes.

Their kiss was pure emotion. Trunks pressed her to the floor not giving her any more chances to think about what she was doing. The need for this was overpowering just like the first time. There was only one major difference. She was totally unaware of it, but this time he knew they were not using any protection. He knowingly climaxed with in her anyway.

Long after they had moved to the bed, Trunks held Pan's sleeping form next to him. Smoothing her hair from the angelic face, he prayed silently for a miracle. "Please, please don't hate me. I just can't lose you now." Then he stared out the window into the night sky.


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It wasn't until New Year's Eve that Trunks cornered Pan on her own again. Everyone else was gathering in the den. Pan was sitting by the Christmas tree in the front foyer alone, flipping through a book.

"So I finally found you without a bodyguard in tow." She jumped at his words and slapped the book shut. She looked around the room and realized they were alone. She stood up and clinched the book to her chest. There was desperation in the air. Not the normal nervousness associated with new lovers.

"Nice to see you, Trunks. I need to do something in my room, so if you don't mind." She tried to walk past him, but he stepped in her way. She tried to pass him on the other side but he blocked her again. "Trunks," she whispered, "grow up."

He was smiling at her annoyed expression. Then his smile disappeared from his face as his eyes drifted to the book pinned to her breasts. "What is that?" He grabbed the book from her hands and stared at it. She tried to grab it back. "The Global Incorporated Representatives Handbook!" Trunks looked to her. There was rebellion and guilt all over her face. "You are not taking that job, Pan. I am not going to allow it."

"Trunks, I am not going discuss this with you." She snatched her book back. "That is all I am going to say to you on this matter. Now if you will get out of the way, I want to see what my family is up to."

"They are all gathering in the den to celebrate the New Year." Trunks didn't move. "You are going to stay right here until you see reason. That job is not for you."

"I told you this is not a topic of discussion for us." She warned him. She was in no mood to argue about this now.

"If you try, I swear, I will call Devero myself." Trunks raged at her. "I don't care how low I have to sink, Pan. I have power in the business world and I will use it."

"You would ruin this for me?" She heard her family and friends counting down, but ignored them "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to…" He grabbed her and kissed her lips. All their thoughts flew at his touch and she didn't even try to pull away. In the background, cheers for the New Year echoed. When he finally let her go she dropped her head on his chest.

"You know, I wanted to be announcing our engagement now. Not here, arguing about this." Trunks said softly into her hair.

Pan nodded and looked up at him. Trunks released her arms when he saw her tears. "This has to stop…you are killing me. I want to be with you, Trunks, but you're not thinking straight. All I can really say to you is goodbye." She slipped around him and ran up the stairs.

Trunks was about to go after her, but Goten called to him. "Be there in a second." He would give her tonight to calm down and settle this once and for all in the morning.



Pan sat at the desk in her room. She had absolutely no sleep the night before. She stared at the note she had just penned for Trunks. In it, she had asked him to let her go. She cried as she wrote the last words he would her hear from her. The only thing making this bearable was the memory of their night together. She had chosen her path in this life, now she would follow it, no matter the pain. She stood up and lifted her bags off the bed. With luck, her father would have her on the plane before Trunks woke up.


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"What do you mean she's gone," he ranted at his mother.

Bulma was patiently sipping on her coffee. "They left early to help Pan catch her plane to the States." Glancing at her watch, she added, "It was scheduled to take off about five minutes ago. She left you a note in her room. What is going on between you two?"

"Nothing much." Trunks strode out of the room and didn't look back for his mother's reaction to his next statement. I just asked her to marry me, that's all."

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Over the next few months, Trunks tried to forget about Pan. He even tried to be angry with her. He found out she had taken the job with Global Inc. Just like she had told him she would. To make matters worse, Mark Devero refused to give him any information about her, not even a phone number. He had thought about asking her family, but that would just raise more questions. Questions he wasn't ready to answer. Bulma kept quiet about the proposal and everything was going back to the way it was. Only this time, Trunks knew why he was so upset. He missed Pan. He wanted her there with him. After all this time the longing was getting worse, not better. There was only one way to find her. He had tried everything else.

Now was the time for him to take action.


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