Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Object of My Obsession ❯ The Mall ( Chapter 2 )

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

I know you guys were a little confused with who was getting married to
Goten. This next chapter should clear everything up :D

Chapter Two

Trunks and I walked through the mall side-by-side. I knew everyone
thought we were a couple, the girls giving me the evil eye as I walked
with him was a big clue. I didn't pay them any mind though. That had
absolutely no idea about Trunks and I...or about Trunks for that
matter. His heart belonged to someone else, and he was simply my best
friend.

Despite all the strength I possessed, all the bags I was carrying
began to feel heavy after lugging them around all day. I must have
looked really tired because Trunks seemed concerned. He pushed me over
to a bench and made he sit down, taking the bags out of my hands. "Are
you ok," he asked, sitting next to me. I actually felt quite flushed,
but I didn't know why. "I'm ok," I lied. "Just a little headache." I
didn't want him to be worried about me, he didn't have time for that,
with his wedding being so soon. I stood up and grabbed my bags, as if
I felt perfectly fine. "Let's get going. I bet Bra wants to see what
we bought!" Trunks shook his head and took my bags away again. "No,
let's go get something to eat first. I bet that's what's wrong." How
could I argue with that? I shrugged my shoulders and smiled and he led
the way to the food court.

We had decided to pick up some Friar Tucks, just to have something
different. It was rather good, even though the chicken tasted just
like KFC's. I munched on my fries as Trunks sipped on his Faygo cola.
He looked at me strangely as I popped a hush puppy in my mouth. I
couldn't help but to gaze back at him. He had let his hair grow long
again, and it flowed in lavender locks to his shoulders. His eyes were
this still-water blue, appearing as crystals. He brushed his hair away
from his face and smiled at me. For the first time, I realized how
handsome this man was. I mean, I knew he was, but it never struck me
like this before. I shook my head at the foolish thoughts I was
having. Of course he was handsome, that's why he was so popular with
the girls...and the boys. I was just so busy always fighting with him
or fooling around, I never paid him any attention. I laughed to myself
and finished off my meal. Trunks continued to look at me with those
stark blue eyes. I simply couldn't take it anymore. "What is it?! Is
there food on my face or something," I snapped, slightly agitated. He
stopped sipping on his pop and placed it on the table. I felt kinda
bad for yelling at him. "I'm sorry, you were just making me
uncomfortable," I apologized, folding my arms and leaning back in my
chair. He laughed heartily and tapped me on my shoulder. "You have got
to be kidding me? I was just looking at you, how could that make you
uncomfortable? Oh, don't tell me you have a crush on me, Pan. Oh, no,"
he said, standing up from his chair, "my best friend is in love with
me!" He said it in a tone so that the whole food court could hear. Of
course he was joking, but for some reason it didn't sit right with me.
I felt my cheeks burn as eyes landing on me. I slouched in my chair
and pulled Trunks down by his pants, sitting him down. He couldn't
stop laughing. I knew he was only joking, he knew I wasn't in love
with him.

I sat back up and leaned towards him. "So, what did you want to know,
Trunks? You wouldn't look at me like that for nothing. He chuckled and
brought the straw back to his mouth. "I was hoping I wasn't that
obvious. Well, I wanted to know what type of Tux my baby is going to
wear. I know Bra has been helping Goten pick out everything, and I
know Bra has told you everything...so spill the beans!" I jumped back
and giggled like a schoolgirl. He knew I couldn't tell him what Goten
was wearing, it wouldn't be fair. I shook my head at him and smiled.
"No, you will find out when he walks down the isle. It's supposed to
be a surprise. Why do you want to know what your groom is wearing
anyway?" Trunks looked away and a small smile ran across his face as
if he was having a pleasant thought. "Well, I don't want to clash with
him or anything. What if I wear white and he wears some crazy color
like fuchsia," he said, attempting to defend himself. I rolled my eyes
at him and sipped at my own pop. Could he have been any more pathetic?
He smiled nervously, sensing that I didn't buy his little `dilemma'
act. Finally, he gave up and told me the truth. "Ok, I want to know if
he's wearing my favorite color somewhere on his tux. I know it's
silly...but I always thought it would be special if he wore..." I
coughed and continued for him, "...if he wore a Lilac boutonniere."
His eyes grew large and he placed his arms around me. The embrace was
rather sweet, and I eagerly returned it. "I knew he'd remember," he
said. I shook my head and basked in the hug. For some reason, I did
not want to let him go.

Later that night, we arrived back at his house. Only Bra was home when
we got in. She was still busy rummaging through all the things we had
bought. Trunks and I had long since changed into our nightclothes and
curled up on the couch to watch a movie. He was leaned up against the
couch and I was lying on his chest. It was the arrangement we had
since I was a little girl. The movie he rented was quite boring. It
was called, "Dude...Where's My Car?" and it totally reeked. I had
nestled quite comfortably on Trunks and he placed his arm around me. I
must admit, I hadn't noticed how wonderful his touch had felt. I had
closed my eyes, feeling relaxed, when I felt his hand go under my
shirt and his fingers trace my skin. My muscled tensed up. That heat I
had felt a few days ago came back, but it was more intense this time.
His fingers trailed along my side and up to the edge of my bra. He
slipped a finger under the band and my heart stopped. SNAP! He had
popped the elastic against my skin. It was more startling than
painful, but I still leapt up and wailed. Enraged, I faked punched him
continuously in the chest. Laughing, he grabbed me by the wrists and
began tickling me. I tried to pull away by kicking him, all the while
laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he bear-hugged me and slammed he
onto the couch. He released one hand and proceeded giving me a painful
noogie. I cried out in surrender and he collapsed on top of me. Our
laughing died down to chuckles as we both caught our breath. At some
point in the mock battle, we both used our real strength, and it took
a bit out of both of us. I felt the length of his body against my
mine, and it made me shudder. Strands of his silky hair mixed with
mine on my forehead, partially blocking my vision. I could feel
everything, but mostly his cheat heaving up and down, the air he
exhaled blowing against the back of my neck. I realized that warmth I
felt was arousal and the other feeling...was love. Trunks tightened
his grip around me and whispered, "I love you, Panny," in my ear. I
knew which love he meant. It was the love he had always felt for me,
the friendship love we had shared for so long. The love I now felt was
different...and could never be reciprocated.

Well, did you like? I wonder what's going to happen now? Will she tell
him how she feels, even though she knows he doesn't feel the same?