Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ Kuso, He's Back! ( Chapter 5 )

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What's up folks? In this chapter, Pan and Trunks go out for a little shopping, whilst someone tracks her down at the same time. As always, enjoy!

Kuso, he's back!

(Knock, knock, knock!) "Come in!" Trunks said, lying on his bed. The door opened and Pan stepped in. "So, you finally decided to come up. I saved you a spot right by me," he patted the space on the bed by him.

"Is screwing me all you think about?" she didn't even have to ask. "…No, not really," "Oh really?" she strutted over and leaned over in front of him, showing a huge amount of cleavage.

Trunks had perfect view of it too. "Y-yes," Trunks got closer to get a better look. "You get any closer and your head will be down my shirt!" she pushed him away and stood straight up.

"What? I wasn't looking," "Whatever! Look, just get up and let's go!" "Go where?" "Shopping. I need to buy a few things like new clothes and stuff. Oh, and I need to stop at the ATM (Ha! Yeah, the saiyans have ATMs!) to get me some money."

Trunks let out a small laugh. "Sorry, beautiful, but I don't shop with women; ya'll take too long and ya'll buy some things that I would RATHER not see, frankly!" "Look, I don't care WHO you shop with, but you're coming!" she yelled.

"Why? So everyone can know that you're going to be my future mate?" oh yeah, Trunks really had a thing for Pan! "Do I have to hurt you?" she pointed her finger, which was making a ki blast, directly at a `certain part' on his body.

"Whoa, whoa! Ok, I'm up," Trunks got up quick. He wouldn't have any reason to live if his little soldier was blown off! Pan canceled her blast out. "So, can I put my arm around that perfect waist of yours?"

"I don't think so, Mr. I've Had Every Girl In This Whole Town. Now let's get going," "Fine, let's go," he led the girl of his dreams out the door and down the steps, into the kitchen.

"Hi, Trunks," Bulma gave her son a kiss. "Hey mom. We're about to go into town. We'll be back in a few hours," he grabbed a cream-filled bagel out of the little basket on the table.

"Oh, you are?" Bulma looked at Bra, who smiled. "Have a good time then, Trunks. You too, Pan," Pan growled silently. "K, mom. Bye!" Trunks left, Pan angrily following behind him.

"So, where you want to go first?" he asked her, stepping off the porch. "I need to go get money," "Don't worry about that. I'm rich, remember?" "I don't need your money," she didn't want anything from them.

The only reason she lived with them is b/c Vegeta insisted she stay with them if he was going to train her. "Come on, the nearest ATM is 5 miles away! Look, how about I pay for whatever you buy and you can pay me back later?"

Trunks didn't want to do any unnecessary walking, even though it wouldn't have been that bad anyway (you know how lazy men are! No offense, of course :P). "Fine! Let's go get some clothes then, and I need some more bath soap; I hate the kind you all have in there!" they started walking.

"Why, because it isn't red?" he joked. "As a matter of fact, yes. I prefer cherry over plain, thank you," "You're really obsessed with red, aren't you. Why is that? Because it's devilish or something?"

"No! I just like it! Is that okay with you, your highness?!" Pan was getting a little offended; she really likes the color red! "Hey, hey! I'm sorry. Didn't mean to insult you or anything. I can kiss you if it'll make you feel better."

He got closer to her. "Don't even think about it!" she got about half a foot away from him. "Come on, Pan-chan! You know you want me," "No I don't and DO NOT call me Pan-chan! It's Pan to you, you royal gigolo."

"Now, where's the store?" she looked around. Women were looking at Trunks and squealing and fainting. Trunks was winking at them. "Trunks? Trunks!" she hit him in the arm.

"Ouch! Huh? You say something?" he rubbed his, now, red arm. "I asked you where the freaking store was!" she was fed up with all his flirting. "Oh, it's right there," he pointed, with his good arm, to the big store across the street.

"Good. Come on, and stop flirting with all those hoes!" she pushed him across the street. "Hey, why they have to be hoes? They're just beautiful women admiring their Prince, that's all."

"I seriously doubt that," when they got across the street. Pan felt like someone (besides Trunks) was watching her. She turned around, but no one was there. "Hey, you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah…I'm fine, let's just go inside," she glanced back once more before walking in. They went straight to the women's department. "How do these heels look to you, Trunks? The ones I have on are getting a little old and I need another pair."

Since Pan gets in so many fights every time she goes to a town, she had to buy another pair in each town. "Anything that shoes off your feet is just fine," "Be serious!" she yelled.

"Fine. They're not bad, I say get them," "Yeah, their nice. Let me grab a box," she bent down to get to the bottom shelf where the boxes of the shoes were. While she was bending down, a certain `someone' was admiring her derriere.

"Trunks," she said. "Huh?" "Stop staring at my ass," Trunks immediately stopped and started looking around. `How did she know?!' She stood back up with the box and said, "It wasn't that hard to figure out," and she walked off to the clothes.

`What is she, some kind of mind reader?' he followed after her. "So, what are you looking fro now?" he asked. "Some pants, blue jeans preferably; they're stylish and comfortable."

"You mind if I go look at clothes I actually wear?" Pan gave him a look. "Fine, but hurry up, I'll be through in about 10 minutes. Now shoo!" "I'm going, I'm going! I'll take my time walking over so you can get a good, long look."

She threw a purse that was near by at him but he dodged it, laughing as he walked off. "Bastard," she muttered. `I wonder if it's me he likes, or my body.' Suddenly, Pan got the feeling someone was looking at her again, so she turned around.

She could have sworn she saw someone but she didn't really know. Then, she heard something on her left. She swung her head around to try and catch whatever made the sound, but saw nothing.

Goosebumps appeared on her skin as an eerie feeling overwhelmed her. Her courage and pride were being submerged by fear. `It can't be. Not this early. No! Stop that Pan! Don't let yourself be subdued by foolish emotions such as fear!'

She continued picking out pants. She had gotten about 3 pair when she it had suddenly felt like someone was breathing on her neck. She, once again, swung around, hoping to catch someone. No one.

She was shivering at this point. `Pan, just go to the shirts. Get a hold of your sanity, girl!' she went over to the white T-shirts and got a 3-pack. Then she went to the other shirts and started looking around.

(Ring!) "What the?" Her cell phone, the small, thin one she forgot was in the pocket of her shorts, was ringing. She reached in her pocket and got it out. She looked at the number on the Caller ID.

"What? I've don't know this number. What if…" (Ring!) The phone rang again. "Pan, you're overreacting; just pick it up!" she pressed talk and put it to her ear. "Hello?" her voice almost squeaked.

"Brat," "Vegeta?" she exclaimed. "How do you know my cell phone number?!" "Let's just say I have my ways. Now listen up! There's going to be a banquet Friday night at 7:00 at the ballroom. You and the boy need to get something formal to wear, not a faded T-shirt and shorts."

"Are you insulting me, old man? I have no problem killing you, you know," she wasn't in the mood for his foolishness. "You need to buy a dress or something and your date needs a tux. I trust you have a, somewhat, decent amount of fashion sense so help the boy out; he's not too good at buying things for formal occasions."

"What do I need a dress for? I'm not going to any stupid banquet! And also, for the record, your son is not my date!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'd stay and listen to you denying, but I'm a king and I have more important things to do. Ciao," he hung up.

"That fag! I swear!" he hung her end up and threw her phone in her pocket. `So she's going to the banquet. The little bitch, she thinks she's gotten away with her disobedience. Well, I'll show her she's messing with the wrong person!' the stranger thought.

`I'll just leave her a little note,' he got a pin and paper out and jotted something down and slipped behind her, slipping it in her loose back pocket without her noticing. He then snuck out the store with evil intentions on his mind.

She got through finding her shirts and went to go find Trunks. "Trunks? Where are you?" she kept walking. She found him flirting with 3 girls by the jewelry. "It must be great being a Prince and all, especially a handsome one," she first girl batted her eyes.

"Yeah. I am pretty handsome, aren't I?" "Of course. You know, when your father, unfortunately, dies, you'll need a queen to help you take over. Have anyone in mind?" the 2nd girl wrapped her tail around his thigh.

"Well," he said, petting her tail, "You might have just gotten on my list." Pan came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to see who it was. "Hold on, Pan. So anyway, ladies, I-" Trunks did a double take.

"Oh, hey Pan, he he. I was just talking," he scratched the back of his head nervously. "That's nice. You father called and said that you need to get a tux and I need a dress because there's going to be a banquet Friday night at 7:00, so let's go."

She walked to the cash register. "Got to go, bye," he went to go meet up with Pan. "Um, sorry about that, Pan," "Forget about it, I didn't have to wait for you so it's alright." She reached in Trunks' pocket and pulled out his wallet, then paid the cashier for her things.

"You know, I don't like them…that much." Pan put the wallet back in his pocket. "Why would I care who you're sleep- I mean flirting with, Trunks?" She felt jealousy run through her for a split-second when she saw him with those girls. "Come on, Pan, I was just flirting. You know you're number one on my list."

`Pan, you don't like him, so stop getting jealous,' she thought. Pan, not wanting to get into the conversation any deeper, said, "Now, where is a place where we can get us something to wear to the banquet thing?' she asked, stepping out the store.

"Two blocks from here," he sighed. She wasn't listening to him. "So um…who you going to the banquet with?" he asked. "Nobody." "Ok, I'll come by your room around 6:00."

"You're going to come by it anyway," she muttered. His little infatuation with her was getting annoying. "This is the place," he said, walked through the door. "Hmm, smells good in here," Pan said.

"Yeah, it's that new smell. The dresses and skirts and shirts and- the women's section is over there. I'll come get you when I'm finished. You don't have to worry about helping me pick something out, I'm sure one of these lovely assistants wouldn't mind helping me."

"Don't flatter yourself. Now hurry up, I want to get this over with!" Pan hurried to her section. "Gosh, she's hot! I wonder how she looks naked," Trunks started thinking about it.

"Uh oh. Better stop before I get too excited. I need a cold shower," he pulled on his collar, fanning himself with it as he walked on. "I swear he needs help," Pan sat her bags down by a chair and looked at the different outfits hanging on the wall.

`I wonder if I can get these in red,' she pondered. One outfit in particular caught her eye. It was a blue top and bottom. The bottom was a skirt that went to the mid-thigh. The top part showed stomach and cleavage but just enough to still be called decent. It had sleeves that went around the arm right under the shoulder, instead of over the shoulder.

"Excuse me Ms. May I help you?" Pan snapped out her trance. "Huh? Oh, I was just looking at this outfit right here. Would you all happen to have it in red?" There she goes with the red again!

"Yes, we have it in many colors. Would you like to try one of them on?" "Yeah, I need to buy it for the banquet Friday night," "Oh! Well, I'm sure this will look great on you! Come child," she led Pan to the dressing room.

"Here's the outfit," she took one off the rack behind the desk and handed it to Pan. "Now go in the first door on the left. If you need any help, just call me," "Ok, thanks."

Pan went in and locked the door. She took off her shirt the tossed it on the little seat in the room. She proceeded to take off her bra; it wouldn't look right if she had it on with the top.

She pulled her shorts off and a piece of paper fell out of it. She picked it up and opened it. It read:

`Hello, bitch! You think you can disobey me and get away with it by running all over Vegeta-sei?! Well, you should have kept going because I've found you now, slut, so it's over!

I'm watching you Pan. I know where you're at right now! Every single moment! And if you ever tell ANYONE about this, I'll kill you! I'm coming for you. You'll pay….`Pan-chan'

Pan stopped breathing. She was terrified now, shaking horribly. There was no doubting that he was in town. Every word sent another chill down her spine. Was he watching her now? Did he know where she was staying? Did he know about the banquet and that she was going to it?

(Knock, Knock, Knock!) Pan jumped. "W-who is it?" "Are you ok, sweetie?" the woman asked. "I'm fine, I'll be right out," she disintegrated the letter and put on the outfit.

She took off her heels. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and stepped out the dressing room. "Oh my! That looks beautiful on you! Re is definitely you color!"

The woman circled Pan, checking her out. "Now you know you can't wear this scarf," Bella (don't ask, that's her name!) pulled it off her head. "And we'll have to get you some underwear and high heels to go with this. Let me see."

Bella looked around and pulled some red lace panties and a red lace tube top bra out. She grabbed a pair of "2" inch high heels. "Now go put these on." Pan came back out a few minutes later.

"That's great; man won't be able to keep their eyes off of you!" "Yeah, well I'm only worried about Trunks!" Pan looked at herself in the mirror. `And him,' she thought.

She started scaring herself again. `Stop thinking about it Pan. You'll be okay.' "The Prince?" "Yes, I live with him. It's a long story, but to be blunt, I'm training with his father," "Really? That must be nice! So, would you like to buy these?" "Yes. Would you all happen to sell bath soap? I'd like to get a cherry scented soap."

"Why yes, let me see here," she looked on a shelf and got a medium sized bottle of cherry scented soap. "Here you go. Now take your things off and meet you can just go to the cash register."

"Thanks, I'll do that," Pan quickly changed and went to go find Trunks. "Trunks? You ready?" she saw him still over in the men's section flirting again. "Oh, hey Pan! Yeah, I'm ready. Bye," Trunks walked up to Pan and took her things to hold them.

"I don't need you to hold my stuff, you know! I'm quite capable of it myself, thank you," "But I insist," he got a quick kiss on the cheek in before hurrying to the register.

Her eyes widened. `I can't believe he just did that! I'm going to kill him!' she stomped to the register.

Well, that's the end of the chapter! Will Pan tell anyone about the letter? Or will she go around wondering when he'll get to her? You'll have to read the next chapter! Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks