" Once So Blue"

Written By: Lynx the Tormentor

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball GT.

Rating: R

Warnings: angst, sap

Summary: The night before Pan leaves for college in the states, she admits her feelings to Trunks, causing the two to spend a night of passion together. The next day, Pan leaves for college, leaving Trunks a note. Five years later she returns.

 

"Once So Blue"

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“So you’re going to help, right?” His silence irked her, “Right Goten?”

“I don’t know Marron, maybe we shouldn’t pry into their business. What if they aren’t fated to be together?”

Marron’s eyes took a hardened determined look, “They are, Goten, and we’re going to get them together.”

Goten said nothing, his wife’s firm voice kept him silent.

“Are you going to help Bra and I?” she questioned sweetly, too sweetly for Goten’s good.

Goten had two alternatives, neither which he liked, help his wife and Bra hook up Trunks and Pan, his niece mind you, possibly fail and have both Trunks and Pan hold a grudge against him, or refuse to help and deal with a very angry Marron, cutting him off from his ... nightly activities. It was too hard to choose, though his choice came eventually.

“I guess I will,” he pouted, “But if this doesn’t work out, you better not blame me.”

Marron kissed her husband on the forehand, “I would never do that,” with a devilish grin aimed at Goten, she put her book down and turned off the side lamp.

~--~--~--~

Chapter 8

“I like this one!” Pan squealed joyfully, spinning around in a baby blue wedding gown, with Pan and Derek’s wedding approaching swiftly, Pan, Bra, Marron, and Videl had decided to go shopping for a dress, much to the secret dismay of the newly appointed bride’s maids, Bra and Marron.

“Pan, please,” Bra sneered light heartedly, “Baby blue isn’t your color, it doesn’t compliment your features at all.”

“Why don’t you just go with the traditional white?” asked Marron.

Pan raised a brow at her friends, “Because it’s traditional! It’s boring! And I thought only virgins were allowed to wear white on their wedding day?” Pan said the last part in an almost shameful manner, keeping her eyes low to the ground.

“Honey, that’s just some old wives tale,” Videl reasoned, “You look simply stunning in white.”

“Yeah!” Bra and Marron agreed. Pan smiled at her mother and friends, they didn’t care about what had happened with Trunks, they didn’t see her act as shameful, she had been worrying about what they thought of her for so long, knowing this, that they didn’t care, they still loved her, Pan’s spirits soared and she felt the most relieved since she had been home to Japan.

“But I really like this dress,” Pan whined, fingering the silky material of the gown longingly. Seeing Videl’s frown, Pan knew ‘not this one’ was going to be the final answer, she really did love that dress though, ‘Damn,’ she thought, disappointment setting in, ‘Maybe I can fight for it.’

“Pan,” Videl warned, as if reading Pan’s thoughts, “Women are suppose to look beautiful on their wedding day, not tacky. And believe me, you do look very tacky in that dress.”

“But Derek will think I am beautiful even if I wore rags down the aisle,” Pan shot vehemently, she knew her mother wouldn’t change her mind but something in Pan wanted to keep on fighting anyway, “Why can’t I wear what I want?”

“Pan!” Bra, Marron, and Videl said together in exasperation, she was not going to wear that gown, and the three of them were going to see to that, even if they had to destroy the dress and pay for two gowns instead of one.

After an intense stare-off with her mother and two best friends Pan gave up with a defeated sigh, as stubborn as she may have been, she couldn’t go against their word once it came to clothes, they were just too forceful, and when Bra, Marron, and Videl wanted something, they were going to get it, and pity the soul who got in their way.

“Alright,” Pan said in a subjugated tone, “but I am choosing the dress. You three got to pick the color, so I get to pick the dress style at least, it is my wedding.”

Bra, Marron, and Videl glanced at each other knowingly, each one wore a tiny smirk on the edge of their lips, they were going to choose Pan’s dress whether she liked it or not, Chi-Chi had made strict orders not to let Pan choose her own dress, for as ‘cool’ as Pan’s tomboyish fashion sense was, it was not wedding gown compatible, “Fair enough,” Bra said, causing Marron and Videl to grin wider.

--

“Try this one, Derek,” said Chi-Chi, handing Derek a black tuxedo, one of many draping from her arm, “It’s your size.”

They had gone through many tuxes already, from purple to green, but none had looked good enough for the traditional minded Son Chi-Chi, and Derek had to admit he agreed with her, most of the colored suits reminded him of something cheesy American car salesmen would wear.

“Okay, Mrs. Son,” Derek said politely, taking the suit timidly, he didn’t want to insult the hot-tempered Son Mistress, he learned of her temper from Pan and from what he knew, Derek figured he was a dead man if he angered her.

“Derek, I love your manners, but call me Chi-Chi,” Chi-Chi scolded lightly, “You’re about to come into my family, and I can’t have my Grandson-in-law calling me Mrs. Son.”

Derek grinned, “Okay, Mrs. … Chi-Chi.”

Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, “Better I guess, but I expect to be called Chi-Chi by the time you marry my grandchild.”

Derek nodded with a small smile and walked into the changing room, when he came out, Chi-Chi curled her lip slightly like she had with every other suit he had tried on, the black tuxedo did not suit him at all, it clashed with his brown hair and green eyes, and his pale complexion was brought out even more by the Midnight Black tux, which made his skin look a very unhealthy color, as if he were sick.

“Don’t like it?” Derek asked, taking note of Chi-Chi’s look of dislike.

“I’d be lying if I said I did,” Chi-Chi answered with a smile, “It doesn’t match your looks, so try this white one,” she said, handing him a white tuxedo, the last of which hanging from her arm. They didn’t know what to expect from this tuxedo, everything else was horrible, either not matching his looks or just too tacky to wear at one’s wedding, Derek was beginning to think they would never find anything that would get the acceptance of him or Chi-Chi.

Patiently Chi-Chi waited for Derek to come out and when he did, her eyes lit up with delight, reflecting her smile Derek turned around stylishly for her.

“I think we’ve found one,” said Chi-Chi, giving a relieved sigh.

“Great,” Derek breathed, “I was beginning to think I’d have to marry in my T-shirt and jeans.”

--

Sometime later, Chi-Chi and Derek met up with Pan, Bra, Marron and Videl in the middle of the shopping center to show off their findings.

“I love that dress, Pan, you’ll look absolutely gorgeous in it,” Derek complimented. Pan blushed and mumbled a small almost inaudible “thanks”.

“It took forever to find the perfect tux for Derek,” Chi-Chi explained to Videl, “He didn’t look good in any color but white.”

“Really,” Videl inquired, “Shopping for Pan’s dress was no picnic, she kept picking the most tacky dresses and almost threw a tantrum every time we told her she couldn’t get the dress she wanted, eventually she listened to Bra, Marron, and I and bought this lovely white gown,” Videl lifted the dress for Chi-Chi to view, “She wanted to wear this horrid baby blue one! There is no way my daughter is walking down the aisle looking like a tacky ragamuffin,” Videl stated, sounding hauntingly similar to the one and only Son Chi-Chi, Pan guessed it was all the years she and Chi-Chi spent together, Chi-Chi could rub off on many people, sometimes she saw it in Marron and even in Bulma and Bra.

“Mom, I wouldn’t have looked like a ragamuffin,” Pan frowned, “That dress was very pretty.”

“It doesn’t mean you would look pretty in it, Pan,” Bra said and Marron agreed.

“Shut up,” Pan grumbled, “I bet Trunks would have liked it.”

Bra and Marron looked at each other, to Derek, the remark was nothing out of the ordinary, Pan talked about Trunks all the time, but to Bra and Marron, it meant something, even if it was miniscule, it meant something good. It meant she still thought about Trunks, she brought him up in situations in which Trunks would really have nothing to do with the subject, it meant, even if Pan didn’t admit it, that Trunks was still in her mind, and Bra and Marron hoped, in her heart as well.

~--~

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Will you spar with me?” chirped a happy voice.

Vegeta grit his teeth at the high pitched voice, Pan, Bra, and Marron had went shopping taking Pan’s boyfriend (Vegeta couldn’t remember his name), Pan’s mother, and Goku’s wife with them, Goten was taking care of his restaurant, Gohan was working at his law practice, and Bulma and Trunks had to work at Capsule Corp., meaning it was Vegeta who had to watch after Mariko, he cursed his lack of a job or want to participate in many other activities, which the lack of, had stuck him watching the hyperactive overly cheerful Mariko.

“Yes,” Vegeta grunted, hoping a sparring session with his granddaughter would tucker her out and she would go to sleep, leaving him to spar in peace.

“Neat!” Mariko shouted, running ahead of Vegeta out the door. Vegeta watched her fleeting figure and sighed, she was most definitely part Son. Of course Vegeta saw his family genes in Mariko; it varied with the little girl’s mood and actions, half and half he guessed.

To be truthful, he didn’t know how to react, he had expected his son to give him a grandchild at anytime since the boy had turned sixteen, but it was a shocker when the mother turned out to be Pan, he couldn’t say he was disappointed, Pan was strong, powerful, and a good choice for a mate, and Trunks and Pan’s children were destined to be strong, meaning they could take care of the Earth after the first Generation of warriors had died, Vegeta himself would probably take a shot at Pan if he was Trunks’ age and not mated.

When Vegeta sat and thought hard about it, looked at all the clues even before Mariko, he realized Pan and Trunks might have loved each other since the Grand Tour, which honestly wouldn’t shock Vegeta. Two people trapped together in a Space Ship for a whole year would grow closer, and a bond of sorts would occur.

He noticed Trunks spent much more time with Pan after Son Goku left, he would cancel dates to hang out with Pan, and Pan did the same, they spoke highly of each other and Vegeta knew Trunks respected Pan immensely. After Pan left, Vegeta definitely noticed the change in Trunks behavior, he was moodier than Bulma when she entered menopause and Pan was always jealous of girlfriends Trunks would get, not even staying at Capsule Corp. for days on in if one was visiting or staying the night.

Vegeta grinned his trademark smirk as he made a realization that should have been obvious all along, ‘Two fools in love, stupid brats.’

Now Mariko and an engaged Pan had come back, Trunks, without a doubt, enjoyed spending time with his daughter, and he had lightened since Pan returned, it was almost instantaneous.

Vegeta could sense a great deal of strength in Mariko, sharing two powerful bloodlines was very good for the child, and maybe he could train her, if Pan would let him, there was a lot of potential in Mariko.

Vegeta finally caught up with Mariko in the yard and he led her to Gravity Chamber. Mariko’s eyes widened at the immense size of the training building.

“Wow!” Mariko uttered as she entered the chamber, the room was a dome shape and everything was made of smooth steel, the room was an enormous free space, and the small child figured she could do at least fifty backhand flips before she’d come anywhere near a wall, but this was the exaggerated logic of a child.

“Ready?” Vegeta asked, cutting Mariko from her thoughts as he walked to the control panel of the gravity room.

Over her initial shock Mariko cried; “Yep!”

Vegeta made the force in the machine 2x’s earth’s gravity, which he didn’t remotely feel. He studied Mariko; she wasn’t even flinching, much less struggling with the meek gravity increase.

“Are you ready, Grandpa?” she asked, noticing his stare.

Had he heard anyone else say that, Vegeta would have thrown them through the wall before they could utter senzu bean.

“Of course,” Vegeta smirked, turning the gravity up two more notches.

Mariko seemed to notice the change in force this time, she looked around the room in a puzzled expression, “Did I grow? I feel heavier.”

“That’s the gravity, kid, sparring in this condition will make you stronger.”

“Okay, good, the stronger I get the better.”

Vegeta raised an amused brow, “You want to be strong?”

“Yep I want to become like you and Grandpa Goku, I want to fight my whole life and protect the Earth like you guys have. Mommy has told me all the stories about Buu and the time she was in Space with Daddy.”

“I take your mother has trained you as well?” asked Vegeta.

“Yeah she has, we usually did in the park back home.”

“What did she teach you?” Vegeta questioned further, while doing a few stretches.

“Basic fighting and how to control chi,” Mariko answered, mimicking her grandfather’s stretches, “We couldn’t do too much, cause Mommy said we were in the city.”

“Do you know how to fly?”

“No,” Mariko said and stopped stretching, “Will you teach me, Grandpa? Please? I’ve always wanted to fly, please!” she begged, giving Vegeta her best puppy dog eyes, ones she had perfected in just this case, they were deadly to the viewer, and not even Vegeta could evade their power.

“Yes,” Vegeta grunted, keeping his stare low to the ground. If he stared too hard, he knew she would get him to do whatever she wanted him to.

“Ready?” asked Vegeta, cracking his neck, Mariko tried to do the same.

“Don’t go easy on me, Grandpa,” Mariko warned, “I want to really spar.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Vegeta smirked and sent a white chi blast hurtling toward Mariko, she performed a backwards handspring to avoid it, and sent a blast of her own toward Vegeta, which he easily deflected.

She had good reflexes, Vegeta noted, even for a small child, and with training, Vegeta imagined she’d be able to go Super Saiyajin before she turned ten.

“Excellent,” said Vegeta, “Let’s see how hard you can punch.”

With a smirk that rivaled her grandfather’s, Mariko charged at Vegeta, throwing everything she had into her sprint, Vegeta expected her to just run up and punch him, so he tensed his body and prepared to dodge, that way her own momentum would knock her on the ground, as if reading his mind, at the very last second Mariko leaped in the same direction Vegeta was dodging and caught him dead center in the gut.

It didn’t hurt, but it did surprise Vegeta who faltered backwards slightly, giving Mariko enough time to try to sweep his feet out from under him.

Of course Vegeta caught himself and jumped over her sweeping heel kick.

“You’re doing good kid,” Vegeta smirked, Mariko mirrored his grin with one of her own as she hopped up into a standing position, “Let’s see what else you can do,” Vegeta said as if he were playing with a new toy.

After an hour of sparring, it appeared Mariko was beginning to tire, Vegeta shut off the gravity and ordered a robot to fix lunch for Mariko and him.

She did really well, Vegeta figured it was her first time to actually spar, but with time Mariko would become a very formidable partner. Her punches and kicks were quick and strong and her instincts in fighting were as good as Kakarot’s, Vegeta knew she was destined to become a great warrior, with all the strengths of the Vegeta and Kakkarot Bloodline running through veins.

“Ready to eat?” Vegeta asked Mariko, who was wiping sweat off her brow with a towel Vegeta had just used to do the same thing.

“Yep!” Mariko beamed, “After that can we train some more? With more gravity too! I want to be really strong like you, Grandpa!”

“It takes a long time to get as strong as me,” said Vegeta, “You’ll have to train and not give up, and,” he added as an afterthought, “you can’t play with dolls.”

Mariko made a disgusted face, while sticking out her tongue, “I hate dollies!”

Vegeta smirked at his granddaughter; he could get use to this kid.

--

After parting ways with Pan, Chi-Chi, Videl, and Derek, Bra and Marron went back to Marron’s house to begin their planning.

Bra and Marron now sat patiently in the living room, awaiting the arrival of Goten, he would play an important role in their plan.

“Will he help, Marron?” asked Bra, “He seems like the type that would be hesitant.”

“Oh I am positive Goten will help,” Marron said, voice full of assurance, “He either helps or no nightly activities.”

Bra made a slight face of revulsion at the thought, “Okay I believe you.”

Ten minutes later, Goten came strolling in, with a big smile plastered on his boyish face, “Marron! We did great at the restaurant today! Business was booming.”

“No need to yell, Goten,” Marron said calmly, “Bra and I are right here.”

Goten let his eyes slide from Marron to Bra and back again, “Okay…” he knew something was up, Bra and Marron usually did not sit at home waiting patiently for him to arrive unless they wanted him to do something, “What’s this about?”

“What makes you think this is about something, why can’t we wait for you to come home? Is that a crime?” asked Bra in an affronted manner, “You’re my best friend’s husband and a friend of mine as well!”

“You two never wait for me to get home,” Goten said suspiciously.

Bra drew in a breath, “Who says we…”

“Sit Goten, we need to discuss some things,” Marron ordered, squashing the argument before it began.

Goten raised his eye brows in confusion, forgetting about Bra, “Why?

“Sit.”

Not needing to be told a third time, Goten took a seat beside Bra, “What’s this about?” Goten questioned, although he had a rather vague idea of what it, or rather who, was.

“Trunks and Pan, of course,” Bra answered his question this time.

Goten sighed audibly, “Let’s hear it.”

Marron smiled, “You know the basics Goten, we have to get Trunks and Pan together, and Bra and I have formed a plan.”

Goten rolled his eyes and his lips curled ever so slightly, “What’s the plan?”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Marron said, raising her voice sounding considerably like Son Chi-Chi, “As I was saying, we have a plan and it involves Pares.”

Marron smiled at Goten’s shocked and disgusted expression, Pares was Goten’s ex-girlfriend; she and Goten had broken up after going out for a year, the breakup had of course gone a little rough to say the least, but when do breakups of those type go smoothly? Marron couldn’t count how many times she had to listen to their arguments when she, Trunks, Goten, and Pares went out. Then she would have to watch them make up, and it broke her heart every time, for at the time Marron hated Pares. She was taking the man Marron loved at the time, and Marron had been jealous, very jealous of Pares and the attention she received from Goten. Marron actually hated Pares even more when she broke Goten’s heart, which Marron helped piece back together, finally bringing Goten into her arms. But after a few years when she had time to think about the situation, Marron had to appreciate Pares because, deep in her heart, she knew if Pares wouldn’t have broken up with Goten for the final time, she would not be Son Marron, he would probably have two kids with the ditsy brunette, and still living with his mother.

“Why do we have to bring Pares into this?” Goten groaned, “She still totally digs me.”

“Oh Goten you’re so full of yourself,” Marron laughed. “She does not ‘dig’ you, she’s been over you for at least five years.”

Pares may have been ditsy, but she most certainly was not a tramp, Marron knew this for sure, Pares had respect for other women and recognized her boundaries, she was not about to hit on Goten when he’d been married for four, almost five years.

“Guys always think their ex-girlfriends dig them,” said Bra. “I’ve had to put a few in their place in my day,” a proud gleam came to her eyes, and Marron and Goten cringed when they remembered the poor souls who were ‘put into their place’ by Bra, that place being six feet underground and involving multiple beatings from Vegeta, Trunks, or both.

“But why Pares?” asked Goten, turning his attention back to his wife.

“Introduce her to Derek of course,” Bra said curtly.

“I think Pan won’t like that,” said Goten, “He’s her fiancé, why would she want him introduced to one of my old flings?”

“It’s not like we’re pushing him into her arms, Goten!” Marron said outraged, “This way we can introduce her to Derek, and let Pan spend more time with Trunks.”

“And how do you two plan to get Pan to allow Derek to go out with Pares? I know it won’t be ‘oh hey Pan, we need to make your fiancé go out on a date with Pares so you can realize your hidden love for Trunks and get with him’,” Goten said sarcastically, “She’d jump all over the idea!”

“No you idiot,” said Bra with a tone of irritation in her voice, “What it is, you tell Derek you want just him, you, and Marron to spend the day together, and Marron will invite Pares too, though Derek won’t know this, meanwhile I’ll take Mariko for the day, so that Trunks and Pan can spend a day together without interruptions.”

“What makes you think they’re just going to admit they love each other after only spending a day alone together,” Goten bit out, he didn’t want to be in on this, but he had to, ‘Damn women.’

“We know they won’t, Goten,” Marron snapped, no longer bothering to hide her annoyance with her husband’s negative comments, “But it’s working up for them.”

“If all goes well with Derek and Pares,” said Bra, “We can set up even more ‘dates’ with Trunks and Pan.”

“What makes you think this will work?” asked Goten.

“It will Goten, gosh you’re always so questioning, when will you learn, whenever Bra and I want something,” Marron smirked at her husband, “We get it.”

~--~

A curt but polite knock came from Bulma’s office door.

“Come in,” said Bulma, concentrating on her paper work instead of the person entering her office. Capsule Corporation needed to do a little tuning job with their budgeting, considering all the rival companies popping up every other week, Trunks was too impatient to read between the lines, therefore, was more prompt to make mistakes in the contracts, so that left Bulma to be the one who took care of the mistakes Trunks would overlook.

Bulma didn’t notice Trunks walking into the room, thinking it was her assistant Bulma said; “Connie, could you take these files and put them in the directory?”

She held the paperwork up with her right hand, continuing her busy scribbling with her left, when no one took the files; she looked up, “Connie why…Trunks? What are you doing in here?”

“Mom, can I ask you for some advice?” Trunks answered with a hand on his neck, asking his mother for personal love advice was a killer.

Immediately putting all her work aside, Bulma gave her full attention to her son, “Of course sweetie.”

“Mom, I…” Trunks rubbed the back of his neck again, and he felt his cheeks heat up, “I love Pan,” it came out rather quickly, and Trunks was wondering if he even said it at all, the words seemed so surreal coming from his mouth, even if they felt as natural as breathing coming from his mouth.

“…You love Pan?” she asked, it took a moment for Bulma to register the words he son uttered, but when she did she was floored by her son’s revelation. She would have never suspected anything, Mariko had been a very rude wake up call, though Bulma loved her new grandchild with all her heart, finding out it was Trunks and Pan’s daughter had shocked Bulma to the very core. Bulma loved Pan like a second daughter, and she knew Pan had a ‘crush’ on her son, but she didn’t think Pan and Trunks actually had something for each other that was shared between both parties, much less would they mutually have a child together.

“What do you think I should do, Mom?” Trunks whispered desperately, bringing Bulma out of her thoughts.

“Are you sure you love her?” asked Bulma. “You’re not just jealous because she’s not swooning over you anymore?” Bulma had seen Trunks do that before, he may not have been attracted to a girl, but he did enjoy some of the attention they would give him, and Pan always paid attention to Trunks, Bulma couldn’t recall a weekend where Pan wasn’t staying at her home after the Grand Tour, either visiting with Trunks and Bra or looking for Trunks, it seemed to be the only reason Pan would stopover.

“I do love her,” Trunks said truthfully. “I love her with all my heart. I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone before, Mom, and I…”

Bulma put a hand up to silence her son, “I believe you, Trunks.”

“Well what should I do?”

“All I can say, Trunks, is follow your heart,” Bulma answered, it was the only answer she could give, ways of the heart were things not even she, a technological genius, could figure out, or understand, she barely managed to fall into love herself. “You’ll know what to do when the time comes.”

“How?”

“Trunks, its like this deep feeling, somewhere rooted in your soul, if the time is right, you’ll know it. It’s almost instinctive. Do you know what I mean?”

Trunks nodded in understanding, and hugged his mother goodbye, “I’m leaving mom, I need to go and do some thinking.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you,” Trunks said absently, walking out of his mother’s office with a soft click of the door behind him.

Bulma sighed, Pan seemed so happy with Derek, but Trunks seemed so miserable without Pan. The last thing she wanted was her son to be unhappy, Bulma knew what is was like to love someone without being loved in return, she only hoped Trunks would be as lucky as she had been with Vegeta. She wanted to help her son, but she knew in the end, it was he and Pan that had to work it out, and neither she nor anyone else could help him.

~--~

He would know when it was right, by instincts?

Trunks shook his head at the thought; it all seemed too preposterous to actually believe. How would he know what to do with Pan when he had no idea what to do with himself? He couldn’t live with these unrequited feelings, and he couldn’t just go up to her, admit his undying love, and expect her to run and skip away into the sunset with him. That wasn’t life, as much as he wanted to be, things just didn’t happen like they did in movies and romance novels. And no such event had a right time.

Trunks flopped down unceremoniously behind his desk and stared blankly at his computer screen. He was most certainly in a dilemma, one with his heart at stake. This would be a trial to test his love and his will, it wasn’t as if he could simply hope and pray for a miracle. Trunks only wished he knew why he, one of the most powerful individuals in the universe, could be so weak and defenseless in the face of his love life, he wondered why his heart seemed to do flip flops every time he thought about admitting to Pan how much he loved her, and the way his stomach turned into an explosion of butterflies when he imagined her saying yes she loved him too.

But he hated that horrible feeling he experienced when he thought of Pan marrying Derek. And for some reason, Trunks hated Derek, he wished nothing more than for Derek to experience a terrible accident and unfortunately die. Trunks ground his teeth when he thought about the things Derek was doing with his Pan, the mere idea of that weak human touching Pan made his blood boil. But murdering Derek would not solve his problem, though he would have loved to indulge in such a treat, shame it would only push Pan completely out of his limits instead of just outside his grasp, far enough not to touch but close enough to feel the warmth of her body and love radiating onto his outstretched hands.

Trunks massaged his temples with his index fingers, stressing is what it was, love was a hard thing to deal with. He couldn’t see how Goku and Chi-Chi or his parents got together and actually stayed together with all their fights and days spent apart. Love was certainly a hard thing to understand, simple yet so complex, easy to know yet hard to identify and acknowledge.

He was brought out of his musing by his office phone ringing obnoxiously. He groaned, hoping it wasn’t a business deal he’d have to resolve over the phone, those were the worst. He couldn’t see the face of his partner, so he didn’t know what to respect except for some voice coming from a piece of plastic and aluminum.

After the third ring, he picked up the phone, and in his best business like tone said; “Hello, Trunks Briefs speaking.”

“Wow Goten was right, you do sound anal over the phone,” came a familiar female voice from the receiver.

Trunks rolled his eyes, “What do you want Bra?”

As his sister talked, he began doodling in notebook an exaggerated picture of Bra with an overly large mouth, and at the top of the drawing he wrote SHREW in huge letters. He grinned at his handiwork while he half listened to his sister.

“Uh-huh,” Trunks said, moving his pen back and forth over the Bra doodle, only saying ‘Uh-huh’ after he heard her pause, “Uh-huh.”

“TRUNKS!” He nearly dropped the receiver when she screamed his name, and a long pen line was now running through the center of his Bra doodle.

“What?” he asked loudly, though not nearly the pitch of his sister.

“You’re not listening to me!” his sister’s voice rang deafeningly from the receiver, not wanting her to rupture his eardrums again by screaming, he listened to what she had to say this time.

After a few minutes his face screwed up in confusion and satisfaction, “You want me to spend the day with Pan? What about Mariko?”

He continued his doodling of Bra, adding more detail to it, he grinned, this was definitely going up on his bulletin board, “You’ll have her?” he could barely keep the anticipation out of his voice.

The idea of spending a day with Pan, alone, made him ecstatic.

“Have you talked to Pan?” he waited for her response, “Great.”

After arranging the events for the next day, he hung up.

Looking around to make sure no one saw him, Trunks let out a joyous yell.

“YES!” he jumped up and punched the air, “Thank you little sister!”

No Derek, no friends, no distractions, just him and Pan, how great was that? It was magnificent, it was astounding, and he couldn’t wait. Maybe he could talk to her, see how she felt about Derek?

With a true smile on his lips, Trunks fell into his chair and closed her eyes, letting out a content sigh, nothing could go wrong tomorrow. He felt too great for anything to go awry.

Oh yes tomorrow was going to be a great day for Trunks Vegeta Briefs, he just knew it.

~--~--~--~

Next Time: Bulma tells Chi-Chi about her son’s feelings for Pan, Trunks and Pan are set up for their ‘dates’, Goten and Marron introduce Derek to Pares, and Bra spends the day with Uub and her niece, Mariko.

Expect some Uub/Bra scenes in the next chapter, sorry G/B and U/M fans.

 

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