Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Control Seat ❯ On his last Nerve ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama, not me, created Dragon Ball Z. Dragon Ball GT is owned by Toei Animation Co. Ltd. This fanfic means no harm to the anime or manga.

 

Chapter 1: Trunks last Nerve

 

Warning: STOP NOW and don't read this story, if you don't like the idea of Trunks and Pan in a relationship. HIT THE BACK BUTTON IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ! Also, here Pan is 16 going on 17 years old, not 14 as in GT, which meets the age of consent, so there is not any underage stuff going on here. Still if it squicks you to read Trunks having sex with someone younger, namely Pan, read something else. I have plenty of Uub/Pan, Gohan/Videl, Future Trunks/Gohan or other pairings you can enjoy.

 

 

Pairing: Trunks/Pan

Dedicated to my friend BulmatheBabe for her support of me. I am so thankful for your continued cheering me on. I wrote this with you in mind, since you like this pairing.

 

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It had been another typical end to a fly by. The Dragon Ball searching team had liberated another planet, and Trunks Briefs was leaned over the console programming the computer to make another scan for the Dragon Balls. Time had passed in space. Though she appeared far younger, Pan actually had just turned 17. The late blooming teenager had the slight stature of one two years younger, but it was apparent from her small breasts and fine hips she had blossomed.

 

Plugged into the computer by several leads was Giru, the robot who had consumed the Dragon Radar much to Pan's consternation. In contrast, Trunks considered the robot more like a friendly dog and welcome companion then nuisance.

 

"Did not!" shouted son Goku.

 

"Did too, Grandpa!" shouted Pan.

 

Trunks gritted his teeth, steeling himself for another round of chaperoning. Pan and her grandpa got on his nerves, and he felt as if it was his last one. Somehow, she needed more discipline, and as the designated adult, he felt it was his need.

 

Nevertheless, the journey had started out on a chaotic foot, when Pan shoved the key down her shirtfront and it landed in her bra. This had not endeared her to Trunks, and he saw the girl as much as a nuisance as she saw Giru.

 

"One of these days," Trunks hissed, counting mentally to ten.

 

"Danger, detecting Pan, danger," Giru babbled in a string of electronic whirrs.

 

"You said it, Giru," answered Trunks, rolling his bright blue eyes. He ran his gloved hand over his forehead, loosening the sweat soaked tendrils of hair from being plastered there.

 

"Did so! You're doing the dishes because you lost!" Pan shouted, her voice echoing in the small cabin. The ship consisted of several chambers. The one highest near the observation window was Trunks sanctuary, while a sliding panel partitioned off living quarters. Immediately behind was the kitchen/galley eating area. Then further down was a spiral stair that led to a few cabin areas. There were two: one for Trunks and the other for Pan, while Goku slept in the kitchen area. However lately things had changed when Pan insisted Grandpa could have his own sleeping place in one of the storage rooms that she had cleared out for a 'workshop'.

 

Now he tapped the screwdriver on his palm and tried to think of how he could get any more meaningful work done with the current cacophony. A loud crashing bang jarred his already shredded nerves further, and he finally tossed the screwdriver into the box so it clattered even more loudly.

 

"That's enough!" he hollered into the galley. "Can't you give me a break?"

 

"Huh?" Pan and Goku chorused, both poised on either side of a stack of dishes left over from lunch.

 

"If you two don't MIND, I'd like to lift off without another major catastrophe, so I don't care WHO does those dishes, shut up and stow them in fifteen minutes!" Trunks snapped, his face bright red. His gloved fingers clung to the side of the door, and they guessed if he had not been wearing gloves his knuckles would have been white from the pressure sustaining him from launching himself onto them.

 

"Wow, what crawled up his butt," Pan mumbled.

 

"I dunno. I guess we had better get busy. I'll dry, you wash, Pan?"

 

"Okay, you're on," said Pan, tossing her grandpa a towel. Their dispute forgotten, both of them settled down to clean the soiled remains of their repast. Actually, the soiled dishes only needed loading in the processor, but both of them enjoyed doing them by hand since there was plenty of fresh water on planet Arbor.

 

"Don't forget the fruit, Pan!" said Goku, leaping up to wrap his tail around the towel rack. He picked up two dishes from the drain rack and swung back and forth, as he toweled them dry.

 

"Well," Pan said, pushing her sleeves up again as she re-tied her apron. "You're the one who picked them, so that's your job. I'll finish up in here."

 

"Okay," Goku answered. He flipped over, tossing the towel to his granddaughter. Sighing, Pan tackled the rest of the dishes, trying not to break them. Fortunately, they were plastic, and the only items that were breakable were the coffee mugs. Goku landed on his feet, and then slid down the spiral banister to the airlock.

 

Once Pan stacked the rest of the dishes away, she heard a loud thump. She poked her head down to see a huge pile of fruit with a twitching brown tail. Poking his head out a few orange and pink striped pear shaped items fell aside, revealing his head. "Oops, I guess I put too many in the bag."

 

"Time's wasting folks!" Trunks voice sounded from the flight deck.

 

"Grandpa, can't you be serious for once?" Pan fumed, tapping her foot. She glanced at her watch, tense because they had only one minute to liftoff.

 

"Pan, you should lighten up. Chores are more fun if you make a game out of them," her grandpa said.

 

"How about I take one minute to chase your butt into the storage bay?" Pan said, catching the gleam in his eyes. Laughing, Goku watched his granddaughter leap down from the upper deck and scatter the fruit. Soon things flew rapidly as they tossed the items back and forth into the open bay. A quick press of a button collapsed it into a storage ration capsule.

 

"That's not all," Goku pointed to another mound outside. Pan groaned as he leapt out of the craft and started streaking back and forth. They formed an effective relay that soon diminished the huge pile about the height of the ship.

 

"Thirty seconds!" Trunks called from inside.

 

"Two more capsules, Grandpa!" Pan called.

 

"Twenty," Trunks counted.

 

"Got it," Goku's voice came from a walking pile of fruit that comprised of his legs tottering and leaping in.

 

"Fifteen..."

 

Pan hit the control with a piece of fruit, hearing Trunks counting the final seconds. Engines started to whine and the ship shuddered, scattering Son Goku and bouncing him and the remaining fruit off the walls.

 

"Ten... nine..." Trunks harshly continued with military precision.

 

Pan whisked about with him, scooping up the discarded items to throw them into the last storage capsule. "Hurry!" she hissed.

 

"Nine, eight, seven, and six..."

 

Goku flipped over in three summersaults, each one gathering an armful of fruit, and filling the nearby sack Pan held out. He was a brown and blue blur whizzing around.

 

"Five... four... three..."

 

Pan twisted the bag shut, and then the world lurched under them. She yelped as it pitched sideways, only to tumble into her Grandpa holding the fruit bag. "What is he thinking? We're not even strapped in!"

 

"You okay Pan? Whoops!" Goku gasped, setting her down.

 

"One... liftoff!"

 

"Ooh I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" Pan growled, streaking up the ladder.

 

"Pan... wait!" Goku cautioned, but crashed into the far wall before he could fly up after her.

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"Are you crazy, Trunks? We aren't even buckled in!" Pan shouted at him.

 

"That's not my fault! You had enough time!" Trunks snapped back at her.

 

"You could have waited! Sheesh are you nuts or trying to kill us?" Pan snarled, jostled as the ship slowly rose with a jarring vibration.

 

"Shut up and sit down then!" Trunks grumbled, holding the control stick.

 

"This is fun, it almost tickles," Goku grinned, bouncing in and landing in the control chair. Pan shot Trunks a dirty look and managed to buckle herself in when the ship rocketed upwards. As always, her teeth rattled in her head while a huge crushing weight pushed down from above. In the viewpoint before them green skies swirled past with clouds, growing an ever-deeper blue before giving way to the dark void of space.

 

Pan released a sigh of relief, pushing hair out of her face and retying the purple bandanna around her head. Goku unbuckled his seat belt, floating out of his chair. He wrapped his tail around the nearest object to right himself.

 

"Okay, where's the gravity, Trunks?" Pan glared at him.

 

"Don't complain! I got the engines working! We should be glad of that!" Trunks argued back.

 

Goku blinked at Giru who commented, "Pan complaining, watch out... better fix the gravity!"

 

"I don't need your help stating the obvious," Pan glared at Giru.

 

"Lay off him will you? He was actually helping me for a change instead of becoming your target," Trunks retorted. Pressing the auto pilot switch, Trunks unfastened his seat belt. He drifted a bit upwards, turning around.

 

"That doesn't mean you have to go all parental on me!" Pan hollered back, her face turning red.

 

"Hey guys, take it easy!" Goku waved his hands as he shot between them. "What's wrong? We're all safe and sound with plenty of food!"

 

"I'm just sick of HIM ordering us around!" Pan jabbed a finger at Trunks.

 

"I'm the adult here!" Trunks snapped.

 

"Excuse me, but I'm older then both of you," Goku pointed out.

 

"He's right, Trunks," Pan stuck her tongue out at him. Trunks felt as if steam were about to come out his ears.

 

"Why do I even bother," Trunks fumed, sitting down in his seat. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the front.

 

"There, just relax," said Goku. "Maybe you need something to eat?"

 

"You only think of food don't you, Goku, that is the answer to everything!" Trunks grumbled.

 

"Well Food's important. People get cranky if they don't eat," Goku shrugged. "If I didn't take the time to load the fruit, you'd be sad later."

 

"Food IS important Trunks," Pan mumbled, trying to count to ten and settle down. Goku glanced from his granddaughter, who seemed different today, and Trunks who was equally not quite himself. Was it the fact that purple bandanna was absent from around his neck? Moreover, why was Pan wearing a purple scarf instead of an orange one? It looked suspiciously like Trunks.

 

"Um... guys, is everything... okay?" Goku ventured, glancing back and forth again. He wrinkled his nose, smelling something that reminded him of a scent that Chichi often released when angry. Pan and Trunks were arguing more lately over the past few days, and it was odd. The past month he recalled several patters, where the two would argue fiercely, and then the next day they would be downright genial and walk very close to one another. Then the cycle would repeat, and resolve by the next morning.

 

"Why do you ask?" Pan blinked confused.

 

"Everything's fine Goku. I just feel like people don't take this hunt seriously sometimes. It's all a game to you Goku, since you became a kid. At least Giru has some sense of priority."

 

"And I'm included in that?" Pan glared.

 

"Well... not everyone's a joker, true," Trunk suddenly flinched, seeing the fire in her death glare, aimed somewhere at his head. "You have... helped keep Goku on track. It's not easy... handling things without someone else trying to... take it seriously. I take it back."

 

"So I'm not included in the joker category?" Pan asked.

 

"I... reserve judgment,' Trunks answered wisely.

 

"Uh huh," said Pan nodding with a glint of smugness.

 

"Pan overly smug. Trunks in a hole," Giru chirped.

 

"What hole? I don't see any hole," Goku glanced back and forth in question.

 

"Oh forget it," Trunks mumbled, his face flushing pink. Goku still blinked with confusion. Even though he was older then both, he still felt like there were some things he would never understand about being grown up. It was easier sometimes being a kid again, physically.

***

Trunks had not moved from his seat since the earlier part of the takeoff. Rather he had pulled the circuitry panel out, and was hastily staring it over, while balancing a set of blueprints over his lap. Goku lay sprawled out on a seat, snoring loudly.

 

Giru blinked as it handed tools to Trunks. The little robot was quite helpful with the parts of the ship specification that confounded Trunks. Although he was a scientist, he had his limits because his mother was more of the inventor. He was used to other matters scientific like physics and mathematical theory.

 

"You want some iced tea?" Pan asked, standing over him with two glasses. Her voice was hushed, and Trunks glanced up.

 

"Thanks," he said, face still serious.

 

"Well I don't know Trunks. You were cranky. I might just give it to grandpa," said Pan teasingly.

 

"I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?" Trunks sighed, licking his lips.

 

"What for?"

 

"Bossing you around okay. Why do you have to be so... so...?”

 

"So what?" Pan asked, sitting on the arm of his chair.

 

"Stubborn, imperative?" Giru supplied.

 

"I can do fine on my own, Giru," Pan glared at the machine. "Don't you have something more useful to do then butt in where you're not wanted?"

 

"I mean sensitive," Trunks blurted out.

 

"That's better," Pan said, and shoved the iced tea into his hands.

 

"Thank you," Trunks murmured, taking a huge draught and sighing with relief. He was very glad to have the sweet mint taste roll down his throat. Setting the drink to the side, he then returned to contemplating the blueprints.

 

Pan swirled her ice in her glass before sipping her drink. She glanced down at Trunks expectantly, and he ducked down under the panel to reach for the tools. It seemed as if he was deliberately ignoring her, but she continued to swing her legs back and forth, bouncing her heels off the bottom of the chair. Ice tinkled faintly in her glass, the only noise present other then the distant hum of the ship's engines or the blood rushing in Trunks ears. He wondered if Pan could sense how hard his heart thumped just about now.

 

"You fixed the gravity," commented the seventeen year old.

 

"Yeah. Took forever as I figured. They don't make spare AD 50 circuits in space; I had to cannibalize a few from someplace else," Trunks admitted, and then straightened up.

 

"Where did you find the parts?" Pan asked.

 

"Simple solution! Entertainment center," Giru bleeped.

 

"Entertainment Center?" Pan blinked at Giru. "You don't mean we can't watch DVDS!"

 

"Not the main one. I um... had a spare unit in my room. Not to worry," said Trunks quickly.

 

"A spare unit? No wonder you didn't care if Grandpa and I watched the one in the kitchen area. I guess I'd better not ask what you were watching." Pan half hummed, giving him a mischievous smile.

 

"You can ask, but I'd really rather not say," Trunks mumbled, a cute pink flush covering his face.

 

"Personal usage adult..." Giru began before Trunks hissed.

 

"That's not IMPORTANT Giru! The thing is I had the parts, and it was a nonessential device!" Trunks interrupted hotly, grabbing the robot and muffling its vocal port with a gloved hand.

 

"How long till the next stop?" Pan asked.

 

"Pardon?" Trunks asked, both relieved for the change in topic but confused by the abrupt question that seemed a non-sequitor. He had come to know and fear the look on her face that suggested wheels were turning rapidly there.

 

"Well... How far to the next trace?" she poked him in the chest.

 

"Um... 12 parsecs," Trunks said, as Pan leaned closer. Hot against his cheek her breaths gusted, annoying, and enticing him at the same time. She stopped when she glared sidelong at Giru drifting closer. Both of them jerked back, and Pan slid down from the arm of her chair.

 

"Pan all moody, danger!" Giru warned, flailing his arms about.

 

"Don't you have anything ELSE to do?" Pan growled.

 

A loud snore broke the potential argument, and they exchanged glances of fondness and confusion. Pan had turned her attention to her grandfather lying prone in the chair. She hopped up and crossed over as Trunks felt sweat beading on his forehead. Grabbing a blanket, she was all set to drape it over him. Yet she felt Trunks hand on her shoulder and he whispered, "Why not carry him down and put him to bed?"

 

"You sure?" Pan asked.

 

"What does Trunks want Giru to do now?" the robot interrupted. Pan bit her lip as Trunks turned back to him.

 

"Giru, why don't you plug into the computer and recheck the coordinates, I've got to check on something," Trunks said.

 

"Affirmative. Giru plug in," the automaton agreed. Reaching for the plug, it grabbed the end that Trunks handed it. Then it settled down by folding its arms and legs in. Soon it was just a small sphere sitting in the control chair.

 

"Pan, he's earned it. Won't kill him to sleep in a normal bed for a change," Trunks gave her a meaningful glance and tossed his head towards the back.

 

"But downstairs...?" Pan felt him squeezing her tightly on the shoulder and then nodded. Carefully they gathered Goku into their arms and wrapped the blanket around him like a bundle. Together they carried him through the kitchen towards the stairs. Then Pan pulled him from Trunks and bore him downstairs as Trunks stood at the top.

 

"I'll be up here a bit longer," said Trunks.

 

"Right," said Pan, disappearing. Once he heard the creak of the door to her cabin, Trunks sighed. The itch he had long needed to scratch now burned hotly. He could wait no longer, so now was as good a chance as any.

 

"Trunks, dragon ball reading confirmed!" Giru announced, breaking his concentration.

 

"Oh... Giru. I'm going to turn in," Trunks said quickly, stepping back into the command deck. "Can you take the night watch?"

 

"Affirmative. Giru will enter sleep mode. Suggest Trunks and Pan do the same," Giru agreed.

 

"Thank you Giru," Trunks nodded. "Oh, and sleep well."

 

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