Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajin Training ❯ A Day At The Mall ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Several weeks later, Pan had graduated collage, completing her final year of studying different majors and subjects, now ready to go out into the world and find a career of her own, still not knowing what that career would be. Pan had gone home with her parents, settling down and just taking out some time to relax before rushing out and finding a place of her own and such. At first Pan enjoyed the extra attention that she got from her parents, but little by little, they became just plain annoying, treating her as if she were a 10 year old, forgetting that she was a full grown woman.
"Mom, I'm fine! I've had enough pancakes, I'm sure…thank you," Pan mumbled, shoving the last piece of the fourth pancake into her mouth. Her father smiled at his pride and joy, agreeing with his wife that Pan hadn't eaten enough.
"Pan, I remember when you used to down 10 pancakes within 5 minutes!" Gohan chuckled. "Are you sure you're full?"
Pan grumbled and rolled her eyes. God, why couldn't they just stop it already? She wasn't a baby anymore! "Yes, dad, I'm fine! I'm full! Totally stuffed!"
Just then there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Pan said, jumping up from her chair and rushing to the door. "Thank God…" She thought to herself, glad to get away from the breakfast table and away from her parents. She opened the door, to find herself staring at a young man with sunglasses on, wearing a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, the top buttons not open, worn under a black blazer. He smiled, seeing Pan through his dark sunglasses. "Hey babe. Nice day to train, ain't it?" The man glanced at what Pan was wearing. "Love the pajamas…" He snickered, taking another look at Pan's orange, red, and white checkered pajama pants and light orange, baggy T-shirt, which had the words "Sleeping Angel" printed in white across her chest.
Pan's eyebrows narrowed, as a small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth. "Babe? Since when do you call me babe?" Pan scoffed. "And I happen to like these pajamas, thank you very much." She grabbed his sunglasses from off his face giggling to herself, the young man's bright blue eyes opened wide, not expecting that.
"Hey! Give me those back!" Trunks whined, reaching for his sunglasses.
Pan shook her head, grinning. "Nah-uh. I happen to like them." She slid the glasses onto her nose, looking into a nearby mirror. "Hey, not too bad! I think I'm keeping these…"
Trunks grumbled, brushing a loose strand of his lavender hair out of his face, grabbing his glasses back from her. "No way! These are my favorite! I'll buy you a pair of your own." She giggled, waving her hand for him to come in to the house.
"Trunks! So nice to see you again!" Videl said, greeting the young president of Capsule Corporation.
"Hey Trunks! Morning! What brings you here this morning?" Gohan asked, taking another sip of his coffee, looking out at the young Saiyajin man from behind his newspaper.
"Hello Videl! Gohan!" Trunks smiled at the married couple, sliding his hands into his pocket. "Just thought I'd stop by and say hello. Mom's taking over for me and letting me have off from work. She says I've been overworking myself. Why argue? I'm just glad to get away from that hellhole."
Gohan chuckled. "Well, you do tend to work very hard at times, Trunks. Sometimes we worry about you. I know your father thinks that you should be putting some of that energy into your training."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Well, now that you mentioned it, I was thinking about…"
Suddenly Pan covered Trunks's mouth with her hand. "Uh…what Trunks means is that he's thinking about just kicking back and hanging loose! But, he doesn't exactly remember how to do that, so uh…hey! Why not ask the advice of a collage graduate? I mean, we wrote the book on partying! So I'm spending the day out with Trunks! Yeah, that's it! Heh…heh…" Pan could feel a few small sweatdrops rolling on the side of her head. Trunks felt the same thing.
"Oh, I see," said Gohan, staring at the two of them, taking another sip from his coffee. Videl turned around, washing and drying the last dish from the sink.
"Well that's nice! You two go have lots of fun, okay?" she smiled, placing the dish into the cupboard.
"Sure mom!" Pan said, turning to Trunks and giving him that "Don't you dare say a thing to them" look. "I'll be right back! Just let me get my ready!"
Several minutes later she came back from downstairs, wearing a pair of baggy, green army camouflaged pants, hanging low on her narrow hips, and a short, green tank top which was a bit tight, showing off her curves and stomach. She wore a headband in her long, silky hair, also green army camouflaged like her pants, pushing her hair behind her ears, showing off her diamond stud earrings. Pan adjusted the strap to her sporty black purse hanging over her shoulder. She smiled brightly at the three, kissed her mother and father good-bye, and grabbed Trunks's arm and dragged him out the door.
"What was that about?" Trunks asked, looking at Pan, not being able to help but notice how nicely her tank top showed off her body…not to mention it was sort of low cut in the front, showing off her cleavage…and those pants! They hung pretty low…and…was Pan wearing a black thong? Trunks tried his best not to get a hard on just looking at the sexy features of the young Saiyajin girl.
"Well I just want to surprise my parents, that's all. I mean, how cool would that be if I surprised them by turning into a Super Saiyan right before their eyes? Everybody! I want this to be a surprise to everybody! And not to mention…um…uh…Trunks?"
"Hmm…" Trunks snapped out of his trance. "What?" He blinked, turning a shade of red, being slightly ashamed of himself, hoping she didn't notice exactly what he was staring at…
"What are you looking at?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh God. That just made her cleavage even MORE noticeable…
"Um," Trunks gulped, trying to avoid staring at that. "I…just…can't…" He thought hard. "Find…my…glasses! Yeah, that's right, my sunglasses! Have you seen them?"
Pan tilted her head. "Yeah, they're right on your head, you dumb-ass." She giggled as Trunks reached up for the sunglasses, sitting on top of his head.
"Oh! So there they are! Hey, that's great…uh, okay, lets go…" He tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting for Pan to notice that he was blushing so much. "Oh, and hey, I figured before we just go off to train that we could spend a little time in the city. My father is kind of occupying the training chamber at my house, and since you want it to be kept a secret we might as well wait until it gets a little later."
Pan laughed lightly. "Yeah, knowing your dad he'll be in there till' nightfall. Okay, we might as well make a day of it! This'll be fun!"
Trunks couldn't help but smile. Soon they were both in Trunks's brand new convertible, driving into the city with the top down, enjoying the beautiful morning that would surely lead to a great day.

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Trunks and Pan chatted the whole way to the city. It was about an hour drive, with Pan's house being so far off away from it, resting on the high hills over looking countryside. Once they got there, it was around 11:00. Pan's eyes shined brightly as she took in all the sights around her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the mall just down the block from where they parked the car. "Oh Trunks! Can we get in some shopping? I'm dying to get some new clothes!"
The handsome Saiyajin looked over to the mall. He sighed, rolling his eyes, chuckling a bit, nodding in response to Pan's question. She literally jumped up for joy, doing a flip in mid-air, then landing directly on the sidewalk besides the car, getting the attention of some people. The few who saw Pan's little stunt clapped, figuring she must've been a gymnast of some sort. She blushed shyly, giving in a little bow, then smiled, giggling nervously. Trunks closed the top to his convertible at the push of a button, then got out of the car, locking the doors automatically. He smiled brightly at Pan, putting an arm around her as they headed towards the mall.

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"Trunks!" Pan called for him, taking a quick glance in the mirror of the small fitting room before she walked out to show him. "You're out there, right? Ready?"
Trunks sat patiently on a chair just outside the room. "Yes, I'm here."
"Okay," said Pan, taking another quick look, making sure she looked okay. "Hmm…I'm not sure if it's me though…"
"Oh just get out here already and let me be the judge of that!" Trunks closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the chair, sighing. Pan had been complaining about every single outfit she tried on not looking good on her, but in his opinion, she looked great in whatever she wore. "Actually, she'd look great even if she wasn't wearing anything," Trunks thought to himself. "Ack! What am I saying?" He scolded himself, shaking the thought out of his head.
"Trunks? Trunks…Hey! Snap out of it!" Pan stared at him, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He finally snapped out of it.
"What? Hmm?" Trunks said, blinking and getting his focus back. There he saw Pan, standing in front of him, wearing a blue denim mini skirt. The skirt stopped about 4 inches above her knees, making it almost impossible for Pan to bend down…unless she wanted to attract attention to herself. Along with the skirt, she showed off a black tube top, hugging around her chest tightly and showing off her well shaped body, stomach, arms, EVERYTHING! Trunks couldn't stop drooling. "Trunks? TRUNKS!!!" Pan yelled, trying to wake him up. "Trunks, are you…WAKE UP ALREADY!"
Trunks jumped. "WHA…???" Oh, sorry Pan, just, daydreaming…heh…heh…" "Yeah, daydreaming about what you'd look like without clothes on…What? Trunks, you Hentai! Stop thinking about such things! Oh, but you KNOW you'd like to see what she'd look like then, wouldn't you? Ack! NO! This is little Pan-chan we're talking about here! We're? Buddy boy, you do know you're talking to yourself, right? GAH!!"
Pan stood there, watching the different expressions on Trunks's face, thinking he completely lost it. She quick smacked her hand to the back of his head, making his eyes bulge out as the young president of Capsule Corporation fell out of his chair.
"TRUNKS, WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" She shouted, causing attention to her and the fallen Saiyajin warrior on the floor, causing Pan to blush, then make her voice lower. "Trunks?"
"Oh, ouch, that hurt…" Trunks whimpered, getting himself up and back onto the chair.
"What the hell was that all about Trunks? You got mental problems or something you forgot to tell me about?" Pan eyed him curiously, putting her hand to his forehead, checking to see if he had a temperature or anything…
"N…no, I don't, I guess I'm just tired or something, sorry Pan," Trunks apologized.
"Oh, okay then. Well, after this we'll go grab some coffee, maybe that'll wake you up. Now, about my outfit…what do you think?" Pan smiled, twirling around to show it off. Trunks tried his hardest not to stare at her ass too hard…
"It looks great on you Pan! Really! You honestly can get away with wearing anything you know," he smiled, reassuringly. His smile grew as he saw the expression she gave, a pleasant smile taking over an unsure look on the young Saiyan woman's face.
"Do you really think so?" Pan giggled, looking in a mirror. "I thought it was a bit too slutty looking…"
"Believe me, the sluttier, then better…ARG! Oh not again…" Trunks tried to get rid of those thoughts taking over his mind again. "Ah, uh, no Pan, believe me, its fine. Now, how bout' some coffee now? I can sure go for some."
"Pan looked in the mirror one last time, finally pleased, and walked back into the fitting room. "Kay'. Just let me get changed first."
A few minutes later the two of them walked out of the store, Pan with 5 bags of clothes in her hand, smiling pleasantly, Trunks, looking at his empty wallet in dismay, and then sighing and walking towards the closest ATM machine. When he was done with that, the two walked over to the small coffee shop right outside of the mall, chatting happily to eachother over two French Vanilla Roasted coffee house specials, consisting of French Vanilla coffee and two chocolate chip cookies each. After another 20 minutes or so, they both headed back for the car and got in, then drove off towards the Brief Residence. Now it was time to get down to business…