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Her Prince	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Trunks/Pan Views: 1714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

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Two days after discovering the masquerade ball, Pan, determined as ever, had made a quick escape from the Capsule Corporation with paycheck in hand. Once she entered her small car, she drove straight to her bank to deposit her earnings. Though she was only part time, she still received the discount benefits of that of a full time employee. Some of Trunks' work, she betted.

After thanking the bank teller, she drove to the mall. When the large glass doors slid open for her, she felt her heart fall at her feet at a realization; she was willingly shopping for a dress. Though she did not mind wearing her typical, professional outfits at work, she detested the thought of imitating a porcelain doll, as it brought up memories that she was forced to endure as a small child.
One memory inparticular that had stuck with her was when she was five years old. Gohan's side of the family had gathered for group pictures for her grandmother's birthday as an addition to her photo album. Videl had dressed her in an incredibly bulky dress that was pink in color. The skirt was adorned with rhinestone detailing and the bodice's lace made her itch. It seemed dramatic for something as simple as a birthday party. Videl meant well, though, and Pan, as she neared adulthood, understood her mother's motives, despite the uncontrollable cringe that plagues her features.

However, when she entered the small dress shop close to the entrance, she could not help but smile in ecstasy.
"Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?" The friendly, middle-aged employee smiled warmly as she approached her.
"Hi," Pan smiled in response, then developed a serious tone. "I am looking for a dress for a masquerade ball."
"It wouldn't happen to be the Capsule Corporation ball, would it?"
Pan lowered her eyebrows. "Actually, yes, it is--"
"Oh, I have been to their banquets in the past and they are absolutely exquisite! Bulma has such good taste in decorating. The entire town goes to it every year –" Pan cleared her throat in aggravation. "Oh. I'm terribly sorry, miss," The woman ran behind the cash register and took a measuring tape from the bottom shelf. "Let me take your measurements, so we can find your perfect fit."
Pan was instantly glowing in happiness again as the woman measured her height, her torso, legs, waist, and shoulder width.
"All right," the worker smiled. "Come with me."
Pan followed her cheerfully to the back of the store beside one specific rack of dresses. "Here are some that are most likely to fit you. Any others will be over there—" she pointed to another larger rack across the room. "-but they might need altered. But no worries, dear. We will fix you up."
"Thank you," Pan smiled and proceeded to look through the dresses.
"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Pan paused; she was firm on the thought of looking perfect. "Which color do you think would look best on me?"
The woman's eyes lowered at her, deep in thought...

"Pan!" Videl yelled for her daughter as she placed an earring in her ear. "Pan, honey! You're going to be late!"
"I'm almost done!" She yelled to her mother, aggravated. If there was one thing she hated in this world, it would be being rushed. Pan loosened the curling iron and let go of the last strands of her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few moments. She nearly jumped, for she barely recognized herself.
Her long, smooth hair was now in loose ringlets rested on her back. Her hair was parted down the side, which she secured easily with bobby pins. Her eyes were smoky and lined, and her eyelashes framed them perfectly, with thanks to her new thickening mascara. Her face and skin was flawless, soft, and smelling like the sweetest flower. Resting on her wrist was a thin, silver bracelet her father gave to her as a child; she only wore it when she was forced to dress up during her younger years. Her eyes lowered to her beautiful ballroom gown, that perfect gown she spent two hours searching for in her goal to perfection.
It was the lightest lavender color, with bell sleeves made of elegant lace, leaving her shoulders and chest bare. It fit her chest and stomach area perfectly while it accentuated her hips. Underneath her hips was folded fabric, creating little poof for her legs, resulting in the dress to fall beautifully. Her feet were strapped in silver high heels, slightly exaggerating her height.
She was beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Heavenly.
She placed her matching mask over her eyes, creating the perfect shadow of her face. She grabbed her matching, lavender purse and proceeded to walk down the stairs slowly, on her waiting family.
"Pan!" she heard Chi Chi cried out, tears developing. "Oh, sweetie, You look beautiful!"
A large smile came across her face.
"Is that really my daughter underneath all that?" Gohan scratched the back of his head nervously. "Who are you dolling up for?"
A deep blush came across her face as she screamed. "PAPA!"
"Sorry!" He laughed.
Videl smiled. "You look like a princess, Pan."
"Thank you, mama, Grandma… PAPA," she placed emphasis on her father's nickname as he continued to chuckle underneath his breath.
"Are you ready to go?" Chi Chi asked.
"Yes, but I think I will be driving myself."
"Okay…" Videl said hesitantly while slowly revealing a worried expression to a clueless Gohan.
As Pan got in her car carefully and drove away, Gohan turned to Videl. "Does she have a secret boyfriend that none of us know about?"
"Well they better take good care of my granddaughter or I will deck them!" Chichi screamed when Pan's car was out of sight.
"Oh, come on, Mom. Let's finish getting ready." Gohan ushered his elderly mother back into their home, he, too, gradually becoming worried.
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