Trunks: I was raiding the Son's kitchen, like I usually did when I was agitated. I mean, I was moving out to get away. Pan would never love me, and I was getting tortured having to look at her every time she spent time with Bra. She hardly ever talked to me anymore, and when she did, it was like she was another little sister.
So when she sat down at her kitchen table and started drinking the cocoa I made, I had a heart attack. Quickly I controlled my heart, and decided to be flippant.
"I could have made you some." Pan looked kind of startled when I talked, so I guessed she didn't know I was there. She was in my tank top and sweatpants. I wondered why she was wearing them… and then my mind started wandering to how good she looked in them.
"I'm sorry. Was this one yours?" the angel spoke, kind of bouncing me out of my reverie.
"Just kind of. Don't worry… I will make another one."
"Alright"
"So you always borrow a guys clothes?"
"What?"
"You're wearing my clothes."
"I found them in my hamper. They can't be yours."
"Sure they can. I left them here when I spent the night with Goten." I started pouring some milk into a mug.
"You are probably right. I was wondering why they were so big on me anyways. Do you want them back?"
{Only if you change right now in front of me}
"No. Keep 'em. They look better on you anyways." I said as I gave her a teasing grin. {Did I just see her blush?}
"Thanks.. I think. You might not want to overflow that cup."
I had been watching her for so long that I had forgotten about the fact that I was pouring milk. It was already getting high enough to start spilling.
"Whoa! That wasn't supposed to happen!" I said, scrambling to catch the jug, clean the mess, and stop pouring all at the same time. I looked kinda sheepishly at Pan, who was obviously trying not to laugh. She got up and helped me by taking the jug, then put it into the fridge.
I started cleaning up the spilled milk using a towel, avoiding watching Pan help me. {I wish she would help me into…} I didn't bother ending that thought. {She doesn't think of me like that}
I picked up the mug and cleaned the counter under it. I was about to set it down, when Pan grabbed my arm. I blushed when she touched me, but she didn't notice. She grabbed the towel and cleaned the bottom of the cup, then let me set it down.
"Not much of a housekeeper, are ya, Trunks?"
"And you're too much of one, Panny." I answered, sticking my tongue out at her in a very unprincley manner. She just stuck her tongue out at me and laughed.
"We haven't done that in a long time." Pan said, smiling.
"I think I should be glad of that…," I said, and Pan just laughed again.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep. I always come here for that. No machines to scare me to death."
"Oh."
"Why are you here?"
"This is my kitchen!"
"Whatever. Couldn't sleep?"
"Right."
"Cool. So tell me about your latest boyfriend." I asked, hoping she couldn't hear my jealousy. Wonder where that came from?
"I don't have one. I haven't for a while."
"How come?"
"I like someone, but he doesn't like me the right way back. And I just don't want anyone else."
"I know how that feels. Big time."
"Yeah."
Then we both kind of fell into a silence for a while, and sipped our cocoa. {The guy she liked sure was lucky.. wonder who?}
"Trunks?" {ACK!}
"Yeah?"
"You don't know how to cook or clean, right?"
"Right."
"Don't you need someone to do those things for you?"
"I was thinking about hiring someone… yeah."
"Well… How about me?"
"No way." I said this calmly.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"That ain't a reason."
"Sure it is."
"I ain't arguing with you. I'm going to bed. Good night." Pan said, and she stomped off to her room.
I wondered for a while why she even asked, then shrugged it off. {She probably just wants to help.}
Pan {How could he say no? That really peevs me off. Oh, well. I can always NOT follow orders} I decided that after school I would go to his little house and prove I could do it. Then he wouldn't -couldn't- say no. I slept soundly the rest of the night.