Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 12

Pan waited by the door of Trunks' car with her back to him. The small arms locked protectively around her waist. Trunks felt a heavy weight crashing down on him. She was absolutely furious with him. He turned to see his father lifting Devero on his shoulders, while he was talking to his very nervous mother. Trunks looked at his fist. "I could have killed him." He said to himself. The force or his rage was still seething with in him, but it was settling now. That bastard had kissed Pan, in front of the entire world. What else could he have done? Stand there and let it happen? Not likely. He walked up and unlocked the car door and pulled it open. "Pan, I…"

"Don't speak to me." She shoved her palm in his face as she sat down.

Trunks growled in response. So she was going to be bitchy about this, was she? Well this was territory he had been in before with women. It only ever happened when the woman thought she had the upper hand. Trunks narrowed his eyes and looked at her crossed arms as he climbed in next to her. Firing up the engine in his car he laid his foot down hard on the petal, and peeled out of the parking lot, like a teenager throwing a tantrum with his first sports car.

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It was an hour later that Gohan heard Videl screaming for him. She couldn't possibly be screaming for him? She knew he was in the shower. Gohan reached down and turned off the water. He heard nothing. He slid the curtain and stepped out reaching for his towel, as the door flew open. An icy cold wind busted all over his naked body. "Sweet Dende, it's cold!" he shivered.

"Gohan, it is all over the news! You have to see come, quickly!" Videl never even looked at him as she spoke. Just as quickly she took off back down the hall, leaving the door open.

He grabbed his dark blue terry cloth robe and pulled on. He followed her out dripping water on the carpeting. As he did he heard "Capsule and Global PR reps tell Z TV that to nights fight between Mark Devero and Trunks Brief was simply a misunderstanding, and is of no concern to the corporation's new business alliance. They also say that there will be no charges pressed against either party ZTV's Brandon Brodie was on the scene. Brandon, what happened out there tonight? Was it merely a misunderstanding or something more?"

"It was definitely was much more then a misunderstanding, from what I saw, James." Brandon stood outside Chester's with his microphone. "Devero was giving a friendly interview with the press when Briefs attacked him. But the fight was not merely over companies' recent dealings. It was more likely had to do with Devero's' date Son Pan, grand daughter of legendary…"

Gohan turned three shades of green. Soon after the valley echoed with "Trunks, I am going to kill you!"

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Pan was biting her lip to keep from yelling at Trunks. Of all the brainless things to do, this had to be the top of the list. There she was about to tell him at the first chance she got that she wanted to marry him and he ruins it, by bashing Mark. Mark, poor guy never had a chance. That is probably what upset her most. Trunks was a Saiyan capable of unspeakable power and how did he use it? He beat the crap out of Mark. If she wasn't being sucked dry by the baby. Trunks' baby, let's not let him off for that one either. She would have attacked him as he was expecting her to do. She looked over at him with a nasty look.

Trunks caught the look out of the corner of his eye. Anytime now she was going to realize he was not taking her home. After all she hated him already. Let her add kidnapping to the list of his offences today.

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The doctor wrapped Devero's chest as Bulma looked on. "You have two broken ribs, Mr. Devero, and a nasty concussion. You will be lots of pain for the next few days, so I will give you pain pills to make it better. I suggest you don't travel until the bones get a good chance to set. Do you have anyone to stay with here?"

Devero was about to answer when Bulma replied, "Yes, of course, He will be staying here. My family and I will be looking after him. Is there anything else?"

After the doctor left, Bulma looked to Mark "I am so sorry Trunks did this." She sat down in the chair next to the guest bed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"He took her, didn't he?" Devero whispered looking at the ceiling

"If you are talking about Pan, yes. He should be home soon, pretty beat up himself." Bulma leaned forward and tried to make the young man more comfortable by rearranging his pillows. "As tough as my son is Pan's father is tougher."

Devero started to laugh and then cried out in pain "I doubt that."

"No, it's true!" Bulma smiled "Are you really as sweet as you appear? Because if so, I have a daughter about Pan's age...."

"Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Brief" Devero smiled back "but I really do love Pan."

Bulma saw Vegeta standing at the door arms folded. She thought of Yamcha as she looked at her husband "You may feel that way now, Mark, but feeling can change."

"Pan's never have. Even in Alaska all she wanted was your son. I think I was doomed from the beginning." Closing his eyes he sighed, "If you don't mind I would like to rest now."

Bulma left the room and Vegeta flicked off the light. As he closed the door he watched Bulma walking to their room. After the door clicked shut Vegeta opened his hand and stared at the senzu bean. Maybe this wasn't the time for small favors. Maybe Devero was the force that was finally pushing Trunks toward Pan after all these years. If that was so the last thing they needed was for Devero to leave the country.

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Pan glanced around. She knew this road, and it did not lead to her house! "Trunks, where are you taking me?" Trunks remained silent until she hauled off and punched him in the arm. He didn't retaliate at all he just smiled, and kept driving. "Tell me where you are taking me." She demanded again.

"Oh, you mean, I can talk to you now your royal bitchiness." His voice was seething with sarcastic malice. "I didn't realize I was allowed too."

"Stop it with the mellow drama, and answer my question." She was tempted to reach over and grab his neck. Her mind playing the word squeeze, squeeze, squeeze over and over again. The frustration levels were getting intense.

"We are going on a trip down memory lane." Trunks looked at her then back at the road. "That is all I am saying."

"You had better tell me where we are g...." Pan looked at the sign they were passing and stopped in mid sentence. "No."

"So you figured it out already. Your getting quick on the draw, Pan." Trunks taunted her

Pan stared out the window. They were headed to Trunks' house. The same on they had been snowed in together at. Even in the middle of summer she felt an icy blast as real as them memory of the passionate night they had spent there. "Why Trunks, Why?"

"I learned a long time ago women have a weak spot for fond memories." Trunks pulled down his drive way.

"You have to take me home, Trunks." Pan said in a wavering voice. She knew he was right. If she went in that house she would lose all of her resolve.

"I will, I promise." Trunks got out of the car and walked around and opened her door. "As soon as this night is over."

Pan tried to be brave. "This night wont change anything."

"I think it will." Trunks smiled and held out his hand. "Because I intent to make you swear on your word you'll never leave me."

"HA! And how do you expect to accomplish that?" Pan looked at his hand then to his face.

He was totally serious when he pulled her up against him "Please don't ask. I want to show you." He bent his head and kissed her mouth and then traced his lips down her neck.

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HAHAHAHAHA I am going to stop there. Ouch ! Hey stop, ouch, ouch Hey! That hurt! Stop throwing stuff at me. I will work on it more tomorrow!