Chances

Chances


Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama created DragonBall/DBZ/ and DBGT, at least he's responsible for the creation of the DragonBall Universe. So, have fun all, cause I don't own anything other than the anime tapes I buy at the store. LOL.


Dedications: For all of you. You too, Tilimiel. Happy Reading!

Influences: Living With Fran had an episode similiar to this fic. Thats where this idea sprang from. I love that show. LOL.

CHANCES

It was always the same. Nothing was ever any different. The sparring, the jokes, even the laughter. It all made her heart ache. It would pound in her chest with an almost painfull beat. It was quite simple. She was 18 and in love with her uncle's best friend. A man she had known her entire life. Ah, hell. There was never going to be any change. Bra was already married to her boyfriend of a year. Who just happened to be Pan's uncle.

As for Trunks, he was so dedicated to his bachelor life style that his father and mother were begining to loose hope of him ever getting married. such was the life of Capsule Corps. Number one man. That was in between training, dates, and business there wasn't really anytime for them to just hang out again. Then there was last nights party. The party where everything was changed forever. Alcahol, giddy reunions, and going out on the town was not recommened. Beause one could wake up from those nights married to your best friend's brother and in a very compromising position.

Pan pushed the lightly muscled tan arm from off her stomach and sat up. Pain shot from her abdomen muscles and her nether regions. "What happened?" she mumbled. Her head pounded from whatever she had drank last night. "Trunks? Is that you?"

She didn't notice her naked state as a pair of gorgeus blue eyes slowly opened to stare up at her. "Pan? Is that you? What happened? My head feels like....! Pan, your naked."

Pan looked down at her state of undress, gasped, grabbed the sheet that was wrapped around her lilac haired friend and pulled it to cover herself
thourghly stripping her bed partner of any covering for himself. "Ahhhh." Pan screamed and covered her blushing face with her hands. "Cover yourself up. Your naked!" What she didn't realize was that the sheet she had grabbed had fallen down around her waist and bared her breasts to Trunks.

"Pan! Your...." Trunks had pulled a spare pillow from the bed and covered his nether regions.

The two fighters felt heat burning their cheeks, and didn't really want to look at each other. Trunks tossed his plain white T-shirt to Pan as he grabbed his boxers. A glint of silver caught the young man off gaurd. "Pan, what's that on your finger? Is that a ring?"

Pan glanced down at her left hand fingers. There glimmering on finger was a platinum ring with a center dimond surrounded by saphires. "N...n...n...noooo! This is so not happening. We didn't..... Did we?"

Trunks scrambled around the room. There lying in a crumpled ball on the floor was the seal to their fate. "My mom's going to kill me. Your mom is going to kill me. What were we thinking?! Pan, what have we done?" Trunks felt his stomach clench. His father and Gohan, no problem. He was more afraid of the mothers.

"Uhhhh." Was all she could get out. For there was more damage and it was staring her in the face. "Trunks, I think we did more than just get married. I think we.... we... we..... Ehhhh!" Thats where her brave face gave out. She crumpled as tears overflowed her eyes.

"It's alright Pan. Don't cry. Please." Trunks pulled Pan into a hug. He was completly mindless to the fact that they were not in a motel but in fact in his old room back at Capsule Corp. The room was mostly packed away, but Trunks kept a few of his things still within it's walls. When he managed to calm her a bit, he stood with her in his arms. The shower attached to his room was still stocked with basic supplies. It was there that he took her. "We'll figure this all out later. Right now, please, Pan, calm down."

Trunks turned on the shower running the water into the tub until it was mostly full. "Take a bath. I'll make some phone calls and see what can be done." With that he left the silent Pan alone in the shower room and headed for his closet. Hopefully he still had some clothes here. If not, he didn't want to think about that. Rifiling through his closet, Trunks managed to produce faded black pants, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black boots. It would have to do. Trunks dressed quickly. Then made a mental note to himself to call his lawyers; in secret.


Pan relaxed into the soothing warmth of the water. Memories from the previous evening flickered into life. A steady heat spread from her abdomen to cling to her nipples, tighting to hardened pebbles. The desire shot straight to her core, bringing her body into a burst of flame.

"Ohhhh." she cried. Then quickly, submerged herself beneath the bubbles. Trunks opened the door to the bathroom and glanced over at her.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." she answered. A scarlet blush was cast over her features. "Ummm. Can you find me something to wear to?"

"Sure." Came his reply. His voice was soft, silky, and sent more tendrils of desire through her. The lilac haired warrior closed the door behind him as Pan came up out of the water.

:Oh, man. This is so not good. He's my best friend. What was I thinking?: Pan scrubbed her body hard, trying to erase the memories of his hands, mouth, and her responses. Her fingers grazed over a particular sensitive piece of skin. With something akin to alarm, the young woman jumped from the tub to look into the full length mirror. There upon her right shoulder was a golden tatoo. It was a full moon pierced with a slender sword. "No. Trunks?! I think we are in more trouble than we thought." she yelled out. Her husband pushed the door open and stared in open mouthed shock at her.

"Pan. Here's a towel." Trunks handed over a large fluffy yellow towel. When she had wrapped it around herself, she turned to face him again. "Now what's wrong?"

"Ummm. I think there's another problem, Trunks." and with that she showed him the gold tattoo. "We know our moms will kill us, but how about our dads?"

"Oh hell. Now we're in for it." A knock on his bedroom door caused the half saiyan to turn and move into the bedroom. "Hurry up, and get dressed." he whispered. Tossing a pile of clothes at her.

"Geee. Thanks." she muttered under her breath at the closing door. Pan quickly dressed in her evening attire. This wasn't something she normally would wear. The tight leather pants hugged her hips and the silky black top dipped to give a peek at the swells of her breasts. She hadn't thought to wear underwear so who was she to bitch. :Damn you, Bra. And your 'suggestions'!:

Trunks opened the door to reveal the face of Vegeta and his mother. "Hi." he said weakly. "What's for breakfast?"

"Can it, runt. Where's Pan?" Vegeta glared at his oldest child his question hanging in the air.

"Pan?" Trunks swallowed nervously. There would be no getting out of this one. "She's using the bathroom." :Well, that was simple. Now for the explosion.:

"WHAT?" Vegeta roared. "What is that clown's granddaughter doing in your bathroom?"

Pan stepped out of the bathroom just in time to hear Vegeta insult her beloved Grandpa G. The female looked over at the Prince with a look akin to disgust on her face. "My grandpa may be a clown, but at least he's a better warrior than you'll ever be." With that the young woman strode past her shocked audience and the outraged saiyan. Stopping next to Trunks, she leane up and grazed her lips across his. "I'll call you later. Chow." The Bra-like comment hung in the air behind her as she sauntered past him. Moments later, the small group felt her power up her ki and fly away.

"Well, later." Trunks took his moment to escape. Like Pan, he flew home before the proverbial mess could hit the fan.


Huh, I hope this is good. Let me know. Thanks for reading. LaLaMoon