Which way is up?

Which way is up



Trunks sighed as he recognized all the Ki signatures coming from the Son’s homes. This never failed to surprise him, the two Saiyian families, and well it was unavoidable. He walked at a snails pace, counting steps before entering the home. The only compensating factor was the smell of food. What irked him was the voice….. “Trunks where have you been?”



It was not like he didn’t love his mother totally and unconditionally, however, he was on vacation and sojourn and sabbatical anything any word would do… but it was not just his daily grind he came to; it was his enforcer and day boss…. Bulma Briefs…..



Egads! And now with his curiosity peeked and no other distractions; he had to face this… all of them…. Trunks prided himself as a smart man…. His mother’s genius his father’s wit…. He knew something had to have occurred to bring them all here right now at this place….. No it wasn’t the absenteeism of Pan or the helpless look of Goten….



He was in for a long night…. And he had to plan a way of escape. At least they weren’t here to destroy him… at least not with Ki blasts…. Yes, but they would badger him relentlessly and embarrass him and once again plan his life out….. He needed his own place….



Everyone had an expectant look on their face… some more masked than others….



And by deducing the facets as he saw them, it was probably the same one on his face, where was Pan? Or better yet why hadn’t she come down?



She was not stupid…. Pan could just kill her family. Goten the biggest nut; and then, her father….. And oh my they called Bulma…did they honestly think that she thought nothing of the entire Saiyian gang downstairs at her house? They were up to no good... she felt it… She only wished now that she had died of embarrassment when Goten saw her staring at Trunks... was it only this morning?



Oh brother! She was going to kill Goten. This was his entire fault.



Still she was no coward, and she was hungry….



Serendipity….



The low hum of the room mingled through his mind. He vaguely spoke to any one in particular as he said his ‘hellos’. He bent obediently kissing his mother’s cheek and ’s…. His eyes sharp and focused but his brain were spinning the scene in front of him at a rapid rate that he was not consciously taking it all in. He sat down at the proffered seat adjacent to his father while the woman began bringing the food to the table. In a family style manner the food was passed along….



He vaguely recalled Goku calling out to Pan to come to the table when the scene flashed forward and he awoken from his stupor.



She ascended the stairs like a dream… The compact body was perfectly proportioned and feline. As he stared at his desire, he felt the conjoined stares of the family on him. He really didn’t care at this point as long as she was his center of attention, no one else mattered….



Causally as though no one mattered, Pan reached the table grabbing a plate filling it up with normal portions and escaping to the other room…. No one commented on this considering the table was crowded and Goten and Bra were sitting on the couch…



A sudden concern filtered along his fibers. That amount of food was not enough for her. Something was wrong…. Perhaps she too felt the atmosphere as he? This family was up to no good…



I tried not to make a scene. But everyone was staring at me as I came downstairs. I felt like a bloody fool… Like I needed to be self-conscious in front of my family… IT was not fair. I refused to be a spectacle. Graciously I took a mere snack and left them all to their feast. I couldn’t even look him in the face. I could not give them the satisfaction. What were they giving me? I would get no pleasure now. Watching him was my secret pleasure. Being his friend was a joy… but as if I had twittered my feelings across the universe, everyone knew my business. And I hadn’t; I had only just been caught by Goten. Tell a women telephone tell a Goten….



The front steps were my retreat. And I reminisced over my early



Morning happiness: His fine form what a shame. And wonederiing throughout the day only made more sense. Trunks was showing off. And I was enjoying it and we both knew what the other was probably thinking. I could just tell. I didn’t need a confirmation. What could I do now?





Trunks POV



I helped my self to seconds. However, precariously piled on my plate, was more than thirds or fourths? I excused myself without have said no more than three words. I was not engaging in conversations and they all felt it. My father, the only one who didn’t have a need to chatting watched me with a non caring façade….he was tasting the air for some tangible difference in me. I could sense his KI scanning me like an x-ray , though not as invasive….



The front porch was occupied with my little voyeur. And being the exhibitionist I was, I had to stay in my part and make the first move…. I laid my plate next to her and then sat down… she didn’t look my way but said, “Thanks.”



We watch the day wind down, as it did early in the shadow of the mountains, and I wondered how long it would be before we were interrupted. It was eerily quiet inside and I knew we were on stage for them.



Pan ate more than half the food on the plate.



I could hear a play by play being repeated inside by Bra. I refused to turn around and acknowledge that I could even hear them.



When Pan seemed satisfied, she sat up straighter and asked, “you want to go for a flight?”



Since even before this morning, actually for a first time in a long time I felt pure joy… so I answered her in a way that summed up my highly articulate self…., “sure.”