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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 4

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Trunks awoke to the sun’s morning greeting through the blinds and in his handsome face. With a natural instinct, he cuddled closer against the warm body beside him. He mustered enough energy to open his eyes and gaze at Pan, whose appearance remained innocent before he had touched her. Her long, dark, once-curly hair was sprawled all over her face and in every direction around her head. He leaned his body against his arm, carefully uncovering her face; A genuine smile lit his lips when his ears filled with her soft snoring. He leaned over and took her in another passionate kiss to wake her up.

He lied his head back down on a large pillow and kept her close, watching her face as her eyes slowly opened. She looked over to Trunks and smiled, a faint blush appearing on her round cheeks.
"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled in return.
"Oh, Trunks," she whispered as she yanked Trunks into another kiss. He wrapped her arms around his body, embracing her unconditional love for him. "Mmmm… What time is it?"
"Almost eight," he replied groggily.
"Eight!? Oh no, I never went home last night!" She instantly sat up from her bed and reached for what she assumed was her clothes, but only saw her dress, her strapless bra and torn underwear on the floor. "I've got to get home!"
Trunks said nothing as he erupted from the bed to reach for his boxers to put them on. He proceeded to walk to his closet and retrieve a plain white T shirt and an old pair of his pajama shorts. "Here you go, Pan. This will tie you over until you can get home."
She blushed as he handed his outfit to her. "Thank you."
They stood inches from each other and gazed into each other's eyes. Trunks slowly wrapped his arm around Pan's shoulder and pulled her closer. She felt his fingers entangle into a grip into her messy hair. He lovingly kissed her once again.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to be in my life the way I wanted you to be," he murmured.
If it was possible, she had fallen in love with him further. "I've waited forever for you."
She gazed at the clock behind him and snapped back to reality. "I have to get back. My parents will have my neck!" She hurried to get Trunks' outfit on.
"Please tell me you'll return," Trunks said, with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Every day," She smiled.
"Before and after work?" He smiled mischeviously.
"Any time I can spend with you, I will," she grinned in return. "I have to hurry…"
She straightened out her dress and collected her high heels. She shook her head in a sad attempt to tame her hair. With her masquerade dress and high heels in one hand, she slid open the glass door with the intention to fly.
"Pan…"
She turned to look at her beloved. "Yes?"
He rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. "I've never said this to anyone before…."
Pan turned her whole body against him. The lavender haired warrior closed the gap between them, but only left a few inches. He looked into her eyes and his announcement felt so natural to him. "I love you, Pan."
She dropped all that was in her possession and jumped into his arms. "I love you, Trunks."
He kissed her again without any hesitation. "Hurry,” he murmured into her hair. “You know how your grandmother would be if

she would be one to find out you're missing."
"That's true," she looked out the glass door, watching the sun rise. "I'll be back for you."
She smiled at him and flew away.
Pan silently drove her car into a parking space at her house and placed it in park to turn the ignition key. She could not help but smile as Trunks' scent embraced her nose. She sped as quickly as she humanly could towards her residence, not taking extra precautions to arrive there safely; running stop signs and red lights, going before it was her turn, only to name a few. Thankfully, she had lived relatively close to the Capsule Corporation… for more than one reason.
When her house was in sight for her, she immediately slowed down her car and silently pulled into her driveway, making a conscious effort to shut her door as gently as possible. She left her dress and shoes in the car; she told herself that she would deal with that dreadful outfit at a later time. She flew to her bedroom window and opened it quietly.
Her bedroom was still relatively dark, as the sun was shining its rays on the other side of her home. She fiddled around her dresser and closet, finding some of her clothes to wear for the day. She locked herself in her bathroom and took a long, hot shower, reminiscing on the beautiful night before. She recalled the electricity she felt on her skin in every way that he touched her. How breathtaking his kisses were, how badly she craved his lips against hers and to repeat the previous night again and again. She smiled as she remembered how her stomach did flips when he gripped onto her hair during their first kiss.
When she was done, she towel dried her hair and placed her warm, hot pink bath robe over body. Pan took her small hand and wiped the condensation that developed on her mirror as a result of the hot water's steam. She took a long look at herself as she continued to remember last night's events. One thing she will never admit that it was Trunks who took her virginity. She was surprised how it had felt to her. Friends and acquaintances from school complained of the pain, to the point where her friends and lovers were forced to stop. She estimated that it only lasted a few seconds for her. Perhaps it was her saiyan blood that spared her the agony, or the fact that Trunks was so perfect it made her numb just to think about it. She would never know.
A knock on her bathroom door knocked her out of her trance. Panicking, she took the towel out of her hair and opened it, letting all of the steam out. Gohan stood there, fully dressed in a business suit, arms folded.
"Young lady, where were you last night?" He said as his eyebrows lowered.
"I was at the ball," she answered.
"I did not feel your energy until a few minutes ago. The ball ended around two in the morning!" He raised his voice.
"I spent the night there," Pan bit her lip.
"You… what?" Gohan's eyes widened.
"I spent the night there," she repeated. "I was too tired to drive or fly."
Skeptical of her story, a small smile came across his face as he decided to follow her lead. "I take it you found a special boy to dance with?" A deep blush came across his daughter's face, instantly answering his question.

"Mmm hmmm," he nodded. "Now Pan, just because you're working or out of high school, does not mean you can run wild. You must at least let us know when you will be gone overnight. Your mother was worried sick."
"I'm sorry, Papa," she mumbled sincerely.
"It's okay. I was your age once. Just be happy that Grandma or Mr. Satan isn't your parents," he assured her. "They would have grounded you for weeks. Just let us know again next time this happens."
She smiled and nodded. "I’ll try."
He smiled as he walked out of her bedroom, leaving Pan standing, frozen. Gohan looked at his only daughter one last time before shutting the door. Though he felt he went too easy on her, he had that overwhelming curiosity who this man was that seemed to have captured Pan's heart. Though he put her on the spot, he noticed that her face was glowing, with pure vibes of happiness coming from her. He had to know who the man was without embarrassing Pan again.
Pan quickly blow-dried her hair and put her outfit of clothes on. She opened her bedroom window and proceeded to fly out. She spun in circles, cheering loudly, gliding through the soft clouds while singing her personal happy song. Her tone turned serious as her eyes spotted that of the capsule corporation. Never did she believe she would visit daily at the place she happened to work. She would get used to it eventually, she thought. She landed on the doorstep and knocked happily.

A stunned Vegeta answered the door. "Pan?"
"Hi, Vegeta! Is Trunks home?" She smiled.
With wide eyes and mouth agape, he stepped out of her way as a notion for her to enter their home.

"Thank you!" She walked casually through the house. Frozen for several moments, he finally found himself to shut the door. What was she doing here!?
She walked through the large, open kitchen and stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking side to side but finding nobody.
"Pan!" She heard Trunks' voice. Her face instantly shot to the top of the stairs, noticing that he was dressed in a black tank top and pajama pants. Smiling in ecstasy, she flew up the stairs and into his arms. He gripped her soft hair and took her into a hug, kissing her softly on her forehead.
"I told you I would be back," she smiled.
"I'm glad you're here," he murmured. "Oh, Pan…"
She moaned happily as she kept her arms wrapped tightly around him. Vegeta stood by the corner of the kitchen, attempting to take in the sight in front of him. His eyes widened larger as he watched his son kiss Kakarot's granddaughter's forehead. W-what? He thought. Of all the women on this blasted planet, he's mating with her!?
Gohan sat at the dining room table, reading the morning newspaper headline regarding the Masquerade Ball. Videl was in the kitchen, fixing breakfast for her family. She carefully flipped the food on two large plates and placed them on the dinner table.
"Pan! Breakfast is ready!" She yelled upstairs.
"She's gone again," Gohan said emotionlessly, flipping the pages.
"What? Again?" Videl's voice rose. "Where is she now?" Gohan's eyes emerged from the newspaper, searching for her energy. He immediately jumped from his chair when he realized where her location was. "Gohan, where is she?"
"She's at the Capsule Corporation…" His voice trailed off.
"On a Sunday morning?" Videl said as she sat in the chair beside his. "That doesn't sound like the Pan I know."
He said nothing as he also sensed Trunks' energy. "It appears we know who her mystery man is."
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