Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ Problems ( Chapter 7 )

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Hey guys. I'm ready to post this chapter. Finally thought of what I wanted to write next for `Was It Faith?' Also, I've put up my new saga for the series `The Ultimate Friendship: Vegeta and Pan' It's the Frieza saga. Anywayz, in this chapter, Trunks goes to his mommy for help then confronts Pan after her session of sparring with Vegeta to talk. As always, enjoy!

Problems

"We'll be in later, woman," Vegeta opened the door. Pan was beside him, waiting for him to come. Trunks was sitting on the couch with an abiding look of angst in his eyes as he looked at Pan. She shot him a cold glare before exiting the house.

He let out a sigh. Vegeta would have said something, but didn't want to interfere anymore, not just yet, at least. He left, leaving to go attempt to train Pan. Bulma saw Trunks' distress. She sat down by him and put her hand on his hand resting on his leg.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You didn't sleep all last night." Trunks didn't want to answer but saw the concern in her eyes and felt he had to tell her. "Well…I'm having women problems."

Surprise invaded Bulma's face. "You? Women problems? What woman?!" As if on cue, they heard Pan yelling at Vegeta. Trunks glanced her direction, at his mother, than back at the floor.

"Pan doesn't like you?" "You don't have to rub it in, mom," he started fooling around with a pen he had in his pocket. "Why doesn't she like you?" she asked. "She thinks that I don't like anything but her body."

"Well, with all that flirting you do, it's no surprise that she thinks so," She mused. "Thanks a lot mom. I think I'll be going now," he was about to leave, apparently tired of her gnawing his nerves.

"Wait! Don't leave, Trunks. Look, let's talk about it and see if we can fix your problem, k?" Trunks mulled over the choices he had. He could either talk to her and get closer to solving his problem or leave and still be in the same state.

"How do I know you won't just joke at me the whole time?" he asked dubiously. "Oh, come on, honey! I'm serious. If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you, sweetheart."

"Hmm…fine." he shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to talk about. "So what happened last night?" she questioned. "Well…Pan kind of told me off," he murmured.

"Not surprised," Bulma snorted lowly. Trunks glared at her. "Oh, I'm sorry Trunks but you know it's true." "It's so weird. All the women that I don't want to be mates with falls for my charm but now that I want to mate, she doesn't even LIKE me, let alone wants to be my mate!"

"It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she doesn't like the way you act around her." "Well, I don't know how to act around her. She's so much different than other women! I mean, what does she want from me?" he bemoaned.

"She just wants you to stop being so flirty. Strike up a decent conversation. Tell her about yourself. Oh, and flirting with other women isn't going to help you either," she admonished.

"You think it would work?" he asked. "Of course! You should try and get with her. You know, when she looks at you, she doesn't see a wealthy prince; she sees you. It may not be a side she would rather see but she sees you, none the less. Have you ever noticed that?"

Trunks' face brightened with surprise. "No, I…I never really thought about it that way," He considered the possibility that maybe; just maybe, she really did like him but just wanted him to treat her differently than the others; with more respect.

"I'll try mom but it's going to be really hard. She's really beautiful," his mind clouded with thoughts of her. "I wonder what she looks like naked," he said to himself. Bulma hit him upside his head.

"Trunks! What did we just get through talking about here?!" the pain of the hit and her yelling distracted him from his thoughts. "Ouch! Sorry mom, jeez! I can't help it."

"You're obsessed Trunks. Crazy and obsessed but I love you anyway. See you later, honey," she pecked him on the cheek before leaving. Trunks looked at his watch and deplored.

"Great. What am I suppose to do for another few hours until they're done?"

3 hours later….

Trunks had just got through taking his third bath, fixing his bed for the fifth time, shining all his shoes for the second time, cleaning his room for the fourth time, and bothering his sister for the millionth time.

Trunks was out of things to do. He sullenly sat down at the kitchen table and buried his head in his hands. "I swear if they don't come in now, I'm going to go crazy!" Just then, he heard the door slam.

It startled him at first, not really thinking they were actually through. They came into the kitchen, having to go through it to get to the steps because they came through the back door.

Vegeta kept going, not even bothering to say bye or anything. Pan was headed out too but Trunks jumped in her way before she could get through. She ran into him, not ready for his last action.

"What do you want?" she asked stiffly, not wanting to converse with him. "Hey Pan! Um, I was wondering…Well, I wanted to know…I just would like to…" he didn't know what to say.

"Will you spit it out please? I'd like to take a shower," she leaned back onto the table. "Can I join y- I-I mean, could we talk after you shower? I wanted t-to say some things to you. I understand if you don't want to. You don't have to, you know, but I wo-would appreciate it," he stuttered nervously.

Pan caught the line he almost said but wasn't going to start to embroider on it, seeing how he didn't mean to. `What does he want? He is acting sort of strange. Maybe he's trying to act more respectable towards me for once,' she thought.

"Sure…I guess," How could she say no? After all, he is trying to make her happy. "Really?! I mean, uh, Ok. You can meet me in my room," she gave him a look. "O-or wherever you like. It's up to you Panny- I mean Pan." `You sound like an idiot Trunks!' he scolded himself.

"Your room is fine. See you there," she walked by him and headed upstairs to go clean up. "Yes!" he celebrated silently. "Yes what?" Vegeta asked, walking by. "Um, yes…the stove is off?"

Vegeta looked at him like he was crazy. "…Yeah. I'm getting you to a mental hospital, boy," Vegeta shook his head, leaving. Trunks ignored him. He was covetous of Pan's trust.

`Ok Trunks, you've really got to act right. One slip up and it's over so that means no dirty jokes…or hitting on her…or staring at her chest…or legs…or thighs…or…or…who am I kidding?! I'm going to completely screw up!' he smacked his forehead in frustration.

She was such a confusing person. Nothing but a bale of mysteries. Would she even consider him after this? Or just think he's an idiot? Does she just plain doesn't like him?

He still wasn't completely sure if what his mother said was true. Maybe she just plain had a huge attitude problem. All he did was banter her a bit. He never did anything that would give her a reason to cuss him out. Well…the kiss may have been a little straight forward, but it was just on the cheek!

He decided he would just wait for her in his room and when she came, he would just let things flow and see how it went. Hey, it was worth a shot. She wasn't hopeless. He went up to his room and waited.

She got through washing up and putting on her clothes in about 20 minutes and came up to his floor. She stepped in front of his door and took a deep breath. Did she really want to go in there just so he could make dirty jokes at her or was he really going to try and stop?

She didn't know; at least he wasn't to the point of being nauseating. She knocked. The door shot open before she could even get two knocks in. "Um…I'm here," she looked sort of dazed and surprised.

"Oh, sorry. I just heard you knock and happened to be laying down on my bed," "You mean the bed across this king sized room?" she tried not to crack a smile. "Uh…yeah, that's the one. Come on in," he moved out her way and let her step in.

He shut the door behind them. "You can just sit on my bed," he said. Pan gave a look indicating she wasn't too comfortable about that. "Or…my chair under my desk over here. Either one will do," she accepted.

"Ok, Trunks. What do you want?" she crossed her arms, waiting for an answer. Trunks' brain was freezing up. `Calm down Trunks! It's just a simple question, now answer it!' He took a deep breath and started.

"Well…I was thinking; we kind of got off to a rocky start so uh, let's start over." She looked at him suspiciously. "Start over, eh? That means not a million dirty jokes every day? No more flirting with every girl you see, especially in front of me? No more kissing me when I don't want to be kissed?" she arched her eyebrow.

Trunks was looking a little dreadful. "…Yes," The word barely came out. "I mean a dirty joke once in a while is ok but not every 5 seconds like you do. And any more little kisses and you want be able to work because you want have any equipment to work with if you get my drift. Got that?"

Trunks cringed. "Loud and clear," `She's a little violent' he thought. "Hmm…ok then. We can start over. But I mean it Trunks; one slip up and it'll be a while before I even look your way again!" she warned.

"Okay, okay." She got up and opened the door. "But just one thing before you leave. Can I say something dirty?" She rolled her eyes. "What?" "You wouldn't damage my equipment anyway cuz you'd want to use it yourself." He winked.

Pan slammed the door, blushing fiercely.

FINALLY!! I got this chapter done! I'm sorry folks but I'm just so lazy! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself! Anywayz, next chapter, Trunks and Pan do random things and get to know each other a tad bit better. Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks