The next morning I woke up bright and early, ready for the last day of high school before summer break. I sailed right through Mr. Hordomph and Ms. Verbatim's class', not even caring that I had home work from Mr. Hermates. I ran home to my house, gathered all my cleaning supplies, and flew to Trunks' new home.
He was a little too modest about it. It had to be one of the smaller homes he had ever really owned, but it was nice enough. It had 4 bedrooms, one of which was an office. The kitchen was huge, and decorated in a nice, calm manner. There were a few doors I didn't really check, and outside was a gravity room and training court.
There were a ton of dishes piled into a pile higher than me. I started on the ones at the top, praying to avoid an avalanche. When I finally got done, I cleaned up Trunks' room and did the laundry. By then it was 5:30 and I had to make dinner. He would be home in half an hour. I made a large meal, being sure not to burn anything. By the time I was done, the table was set, and I was sitting behind a chair, hiding my ki.
When he walked in, I could tell he was surprised at the smell of real food. When he went and looked, I stood up from behind the chair and leaned on the back of it, giggling.
"I don't take no for an answer." I said, smiling at him, "Enjoy."
He just kind of stared at me, shocked. Then down at the food. I just stood there and waited for the reaction that never came. He just started eating.
Trunks:
I was going to die before I became 40 if Pan kept scaring me like that. Her food smelled really good, and I was starving after another hectic day. So I finished off the table in about five minutes, being sure to take my time so I wouldn't have to talk to her. She didn't bother waiting for me, she just chattered about the house, and what she was going to do with it. When I was done, she actually talked to me.
"You were too modest about this house Trunks… it really is beautiful. Just needs a few adjustments to make it truly yours." She said, her voice nearly killing me. {Little sis checking up on big bro… how sweet. Doesn't she realize she's killing me?}
"You proved yourself, Pan. But really, I don't want you to be my housekeeper."
"I am most certainly not leaving. Don't worry about it…. I can't get in the way. Besides, what are you going to eat? It can' t be takeout everyday… not even you could afford that. If it makes you feel better, you can call me an employee and pay me. But I ain't leaving." She said, as if she owned the place. I was getting really frustrated. {Hell, if she wants to stay, ok. Robert (Trunks' friend and business partner) said I should make it clear I want a relationship, and with her around, it should be easy.}
"Fine. Have you already moved into a room?" I asked, raising an eyebrow for good measure. {She doesn't need to know I am eager for this.}
"Nope. Didn't know which one you would want me to take."
"You can have the one next to mine."
"Alright."
"Do you need help?"
"Nope. I have everything in Capsules I borrowed from Bulma."
"You didn't tell her you were staying with me, did you?"
"No.. Why?"
"Because my mother would skin me alive if she knew you were here."
"Why?" I gave her a look. "Oh."
She blushed. {I really shouldn't feel this happy. She should blush more often…}
"I'll go unpack."
"Alright. I need to train some." {Work off all that…}
I watched Pan walk up the stairs to her room, then followed to get changed for training.
Pan:
{Why do you let him get to you that way? He didn't mean it that way. Not really. Just finish moving all your stuff, then you can change and train in the Gravity room. }
I unpacked all my junk from the capsules, than put the box in my sock drawer with all my jewelry in it. Then I changed in some sweatpants and a torn up shirt, noticing that I was wearing Trunks pants again. I just shook my head and levitated/walked to the gravity room. I was bored enough… so I decided to work out the schedule my grandfather had perfected. 6,000 Hangers (Doing sit-ups while hanging from the ceiling), then 5 blows (doing attacks against each other to see if you can survive your own attacks.), and then about 13 laps of the earth.
I was always told not to do the blows, but I never really listened anyway. After doing the hangers, I started the blows, doing a kamehameha and my twin energy balls against each other. I stood there, almost panicking, but not quite, as I saw the two hit each other, then double back towards me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. After a while, I opened an eye, and noticed that didn't feel anything. I opened another, and realized Trunks was holding me against his chest, protecting me from my own hits. He was nearly collapsing, and his shirt was gone, his pants were torn. And he had cuts all over.
"Trunks! You are such an idiot. Just hold on… you interfering, snarly…"
"If you don't mind, you can continue that later. Set me down." Trunks said, trying to cover the weakness in his voice.
But I was not fooled, and I took his weight over my shoulders and tried to fly him to the house. But he was too heavy, and soon I had to walk. When I got to the stairs, I flew, being careful not to hit anything when I set Trunks carefully on the bed.
"Idiot. Stay where you are. I need to get some senzu beans and a wet cloth."
I went to the bathroom and wet a cloth, then went into my room and grabbed my bag of senzu beans, trying to remember some of my first aid class.
I gave him a bean, but since it doesn't heal wounds, I had wash the cuts, so I starting with his head and working down… avoiding some of his male attributes.
Trunks: I watched the love of my life take care of my wounds, smirking. She looked concerned and ready to cry… Not a good sign. She was working on my chest when I realized I probably had a broken rib. It was also about then that I wondered what she would do if I pulled her on top of me and kissed her.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
"Stupid, snarly, inhuman, idiotic, assholic…." And the list went on. Some of the things she said made me wonder what kind of people she hung out with.
She was still working her way lower. I had had enough, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of me, ignoring my rib. I lowered her head with one of my hands and kissed her, softly, then harder when she started to respond.
Her hands were braced on my chest, and I had my hands cradling her back.
When I broke the kiss for air, she just lowered her head into my chest. We were both breathing hard, and I wondered why she wouldn't look at me.
"Pan?" I asked, softly.
"What?" she asked back, her words muffled against my chest.
"Look at me." I said, trying to be firm.
"I can't." Her words were still muffled, and it was killing me not to see what she was feeling.
I lifted her chin so I could see her eyes, and I was shocked at the hunger I saw there. I didn't know what I truly expected… but tears and hunger don't really mix. My chest was wet from her silent tears, and one of those tears was caught on her cheek.
I kissed the tear off gently, reveling at the taste of salt and water. Then she kissed me on the mouth, and I wondered how far she would let it go. The kissing started getting frenzied, and then…
Narrator: Trunks pulled Pan's shirt off, turning over so that she would be underneath him. He kissed down her neck, then pulled her bra strap down and kissed the place it had once been. She reached up, and started nibbling on his ear and the sensitive place behind it. Trunks shivered. Pan smiled, then started tracing the muscles on his chest with her tongue.
About an hour later….
Pan is sleeping in Trunks' arms, looking peaceful. Their legs were intertwined. Pan's head was resting on Trunks' shoulder, her hair all over them both. He smiled at her one more time before falling asleep, wondering if she ever planned on wrapping his broken rib.