Just Kidding
Chapter 4

The last part... I AM capable of finishing a fic! See?

You know the drill... they're not mine. Dammit. Oh well.


It was very difficult to avoid Trunks, especially when he was searching desperately for her, but Pan managed for almost two weeks. It didn't help any that he kept popping up -everywhere- she went. School, home, the beach, the mall... Pan made sure she was never alone and that Trunks couldn't isolate her or get close enough to talk to her.

Until one night...



Pan tossed restlessly in her bed. She was still almost painfully confused. She hadn't seen Trunks once today, and she had no idea what to make of that. Even though she didn't want to speak to him, it was both flattering and, oddly, reassuring, when he was so persistent in trying to see her...

She grumbled vaguely, draping an arm over her face. This whole thing was just wrong. And stupid.

And what was that noise?

A guitar. Close. Soft.

She sat bolt upright when she heard Trunks' voice outside her window. He was serenading her.

An old song, but a moving one. Vertical Horizon's 'Everything you want.'

Pan shrugged off her sheet and came to the window, leaning on the windowframe to look out with a sigh.

Several feet below, Trunks was sitting in the air, crouched over a guitar. He was playing, and singing, not only well but soulfully. He didn't look up once.

-I am everything you want
-I am everything you need
-I am everything inside of you
-That you wish you could be
-I say all the right things
-At exactly the right time
-But I mean nothing to you
-And I don't know why...-

"I don't know why... why, Pan, why."

As the last notes of the song faded away, Trunks let himself look up. Blue eyes met black.

He started to speak conversationally. "You know Pan, every time I hear a love song on the radio, I think of how it applies to you and I. The first time I heard -this- song, I cried. I -cried-, Pan. I couldn't -stop- crying. Because this is -exactly how I feel-!"

Pan folded her arms. "Leave me alone, kuso. I'm sick of you toying with me. I can't stand it anymore."

"Toying? T-TOYING!" He flew up to the window, his face an inch from hers. "How could you -say- that to me?"

She leaned back a little- then aggressively forward. "You jerk. You utter jerk."

"Just- just tell me what I've done -wrong-!" he demanded fiercely.

Pan turned away. "I know... I know I didn't have any right to- to make... I know you resent... what happened- but trying to pay me back like that was the cruelest thing anyone has -ever- done to me!"

"Pan." Trunks grabbed her arm, pulling her back to face him. "I don't know what you're talking about, Pan-chan. I don't resent anything. You made me feel incredible. I'll never forget what happened."

"Then why did you..."

"Because I thought it would make you happy!" he shouted.

"Happy! Happy, baka? Let go of me!" She tried to wrench her arm away, but he wouldn't let her. "You're frightening me, Trunks."

Reluctantly, he let her go, but he wasn't about to leave. "I love you, Pan. I always have. Don't torture me like this."

She trembled and dropped her eyes. "I... don't lie to me, Trunks." She spun and stalked a few steps away, presenting her back to him.

"I love you. You have to believe me!" the demisaiyan pleaded.

Pan raised her voice. "DAD!"

"Pan, please!"

"DADDY!?!"

Trunks knew exactly what hit him.

He tried to pick himself up off the ground, but there was something holding him down. A foot on his chest.

"Leave my little girl ALONE!" Gohan roared.

Again, Trunks tried to stand, but Gohan held him down firmly. "I -can't-, Gohan- san. I love her. I can't leave her alone."

Gohan growled dangerously. "I don't think Pan invited you here, did she?"

"Sir, I... argh!" Trunks cried as the foot on his chest pressed down. "No. She didn't."

"By Kami, Trunks, if I see you here again I will leave your corpse in a gutter to rot."

"I'm in love with her! I can't... I... this is tearing me apart." Trunks turned his face aside, ashamed of the tears that spilled down his cheeks. "I need to be near her. Even just to hear her voice. I can't live without her," he finished brokenly.

Gohan let his weight bear down a little harder, straining the ribs to just short of breaking point. "You can try."

"I have. All day long. I can't do it, Gohan-san, if this goes on much longer I'll die!"

Sighing with restrained fury, Gohan let Trunks get up. "Whether you're telling the truth or not, if Pan doesn't want you near her, you can't -force- her to love you."

"I- I..." He closed his eyes. "You're right, Gohan."

Gohan opened his mouth... leaned down, picked Trunks up by the front of his shirt, and flew several blocks away.

He landed them on top of an apartment building. "Tell me," Gohan growled, his voice brooking no refusal, "what you did to her that day."

Trunks spread his hands defensively. "Gohan-san- all that week, we'd been kidding around, acting like... pretending... we were involved. And then we were in my room, just mucking around, and... things got pretty serious."

"How serious?" snarled Gohan, his hand still fisted in Trunks' shirt. "You kissed her?"

Blue eyes darted nervously. "Uh... yes."

Gohan raised a ki-gloved fist. "And?"

"Not... on the mouth, sir."

Without thinking about it, Gohan hit him once, hard, blacking his eye. He didn't want to know where. Ever. "Was this with her consent?"

"Of course, sir. I'd never do anything with an -unwilling- woman, especially Pan." Trunks was almost growling as he defended his challenged honour.

The older warrior's fists clenched. "Then why doesn't she want to see you?" he asked smoothly.

Trunks sagged. "I don't know. I think she's got the wrong idea. I didn't do it to get her back or any stupid thing. I did it because she's beautiful and wonderful and I want to make her happy!"

Gohan relaxed his hand slightly, letting Trunks' feet touch the ground.

"I love Pan," he sighed. "I really do. But she won't even let me tell her that. She won't let me get close enough to fix this."

Gohan closed his eyes, and let go of Trunks' shirt, folding his arms. "I believe you," he admitted. "But Pan -is- my daughter, and you, Trunks, -are- an acknowledged sleaze."

Trunks hung his head. "Sir, I..."

"Shut up. I won't interfere unless Pan wants me to. And I agree that the two of you need to talk."

Trunks' face lit up.

"But not tonight. Good night, Trunks." Gohan blasted off.



"Daddy?"

Gohan stepped forward and gave his daughter a comforting hug. "It's okay, baby. I had a talk with him."

"Is he... hurt?"

He chuckled. "Not too badly. C'mon, let's get you into bed."

"Okay daddy."

Gohan helped the yawning Pan to bed, tucking the sheets in over her, then stayed and stroked her sable hair until she fell asleep.



Pan woke with Trunks' words ringing in her head.

-"I love you, Pan. I always have."-

He'd sounded so earnest.

-"I love you. You have to believe me!"-

Maybe... maybe he'd not been teasing her...

She got up, got dressed, went to school... and didn't stop thinking about those words all day long.



She walked home slowly. No, not even a walk; a dawdle. Pan hadn't been able to think straight all day.

Finally she stopped dead in the middle of the street, pedestrians moving past her either way in a steady stream, and whispered his name. "Trunks?" And again, louder, "Trunks."

A movement up ahead caught her eye.

Leaning against a wall, some distance away, Trunks slowly looked up and met her eyes.

The two part-saiyans stood like that for several more minutes.

Then, slowly, almost casually, they began walking towards one another. The gap between them dwindled, closing in to only a few feet. Trunks stopped moving the instant Pan did, waiting for her to speak.

She scuffed her foot on the pavement. "I don't know what to say to you, Trunks."

He looked down. "I love to hear your voice, whatever you're saying. And I - can't- leave you alone."v

"Trunks..." Pan lifted a hand, then let it fall. "I... oh! What happened to your eye?"

He touched the bright shiner gingerly. "Your dad," he confessed.

Smiling, Pan stepped forward and brushed the backs of her fingers across his cheekbone, just under the bruise, in a tender and shy caress.

Trunks lifted his hand to claim hers. His eyes didn't leave hers once as he spoke in a low, earnest voice. "Pan my love, I wish you had stayed just a few minutes longer that day. I never wanted to hurt you. I- I never wanted this misunderstanding that's keeping you away from me." His voice cracked. "I love you -so much-, Pan. I really do."

Pan felt her heart surge within her chest. "Oh, Trunks," she smiled. "When are you going to kiss me?"

He crowed in delight and pulled her to him, his mouth seeking hers in fierce, loving affirmation. "Oh, Pan!" he moaned against her lips.

Her arms slipped shyly about his shoulders. "Trunks... forgive me for being such a jerk?"

Trunks nuzzled her throat, sniffing at the bite marks he'd put there. "Hmm... I may have to think about it..." He laughed huskily. "I love you, Pan. You can do no wrong." He picked her up with an arm under her bottom. "Pan... mmm, you're so beautiful. I'm sorry I went too far too fast. I never wanted to frighten you."

She kissed him lightly.

"I guess I just... I've been waiting so long to be allowed to touch you, my love, that I couldn't help myself."

Pan swallowed, fighting down a sudden attack of teariness. "You- you have?"

He nodded slowly. "Ever since the fist time I babysat you, I knew someday you'd be my mate."

She giggled. "You're so sweet, Trunks."

"I'm serious! I knew that this cute little kid, with her big black eyes..." He captured her hand and kissed her fingers, "and her pudgy little fingers... was gonna make me fall in love with her."

"Oh, Trunks!" Pan hugged him even closer. "I've had those feelings for you since... since I was old enough to have those feelings! We've wasted -so- much time."

He kissed her lovingly- and they both nearly fell over when a passerby bumped into them on his hurried way.

Trunks laughed apologetically. "Somewhere else, love?"

A shiver of anticipation ran through her. If they went somewhere private, then... did she want to? Pan tucked her face into Trunks' neck, feeling his arms warm and secure around her. "Okay, Trunks," she whispered, "let's go."

Ignoring all the people around, he cradled her to his chest and took off.

She chuckled into his neck. "What about Goten?"

"Goten... well... he's my best friend, Pan-chan," Trunks said seriously. "I can't guarantee I'll never want to sleep with him, but it's you that I want as my mate."

"I was kidding," Pan grinned.

He kissed her with a laugh. Then landed, touching lightly down on a grassy secluded mountain slope. "Pan..."

The beautiful quarter-saiyan trembled, a little nervous. "Trunks, here? Are you... sure?"

Gently, Trunks stroked her side. "I love you."

"But... I... Trunks... here? In the open?" she whispered, trembling.

"I have a capsule house," Trunks suggested huskily.

She caught his hand when it went to his jacket pocket for the capsule. "Trunks, I..."

Instantly he stopped, his gorgeous face shadowed with concern. "Pan, I'm sorry. I'm doing it again." He set her on her feet, holding her waist. "I've got to learn when I'm moving too fast."

Pan nodded... stroked his chest, smiling lovingly. Somehow, just the knowledge that he was willing to stop made her not want to. "Capsule house?" she breathed.

His heart pounded almost painfully in his chest. Obediently, the half-saiyan took out his capsule and flicked it to the ground, smoke billowing out as the house unencapsulated itself.

Nervous, but smiling, Pan took Trunks' hand and led him into the house.



Sitting down on the bed's edge, Trunks gently pulled Pan down beside him, kissing her tenderly. "I love you," he murmured huskily.

She ran her hand across the thick muscle of his chest, kissing him deeply, then tore the shirt from him.

Trunks blinked. Pan was turning the tables on him... couldn't have that now, could we? He turned the kiss savage, letting a little of his raw desire for the girl in his arms show.

Hands fiercely roaming bodies, seeking, discovering, the two young lovers toppled onto the bed amidst a cloud of ripped fabric.

Burning with passion, Pan wrestled Trunks to his back, and sat astride him with an evil grin. She had something to return to him...

She lunged suddenly downward, making Trunks shout with surprise- and then with pained pleasure- as her teeth found his throat.

A little part of Pan couldn't believe what she was doing... sinking her teeth into Trunks' throat. Drinking his hot, thick blood. A bigger part of her reveled in the primal feelings surging through her. It was... glorious.

He wrapped a hand in her silky hair, holding her mouth to his throat. His free hand sought- and found- her tail.

She gasped in response, closing the bite with a lap of her tongue before throwing her head back in abandon. It felt like -that-?

With long, strong pulls along her tail, Trunks continued until Pan was arched backwards, her body heaving with each touch. Then, starting to lose control, he sat up, a hand at her back to steady her, and claimed her outthrust bare breast with his mouth.

Pan gave a strangled cry, letting him do what he would, feeling delicious heat moving through her under Trunks' skilled touch.

Not ceasing his attack on her breasts, Trunks drew his hand from her tail over her rear, letting it rest on top of her thigh for a moment. When she didn't protest, he moved it again, finding her secret place. Pulled her head forward for an open-mouthed kiss; touched, stroked, rubbed- smiling at the wetness there- started to delve within.

"Pan," he gasped, then spoke in a low urgent voice. "Pan, there's a part that will hurt. Do you want me to do that now, or... when we...?"

She didn't answer for a long moment. "I- I think- Trunks!" She rolled over suddenly, pulling him down on top of her, and gave him a shy, inviting smile. "Trunks..."

His heart slammed. "Uh- do you want- I've got some..." He hoped she didn't; he didn't want anything between them.

Pan shook her head. "Just you," she breathed huskily.

Trunks kissed her with astounding tenderness. "I love you, Pan," he whispered, and moved slowly into her.

A loud cry fell from her lips as he filled her up, finally inside of her, finally together... At first it did hurt, a little, but only at first. Then they were moving together, soft cries and moans floating on the air, slowly at first but quickly losing control and wildly, raggedly slamming together until...

Pan gave a low scream of primal ecstasy, the sound entwining with Trunks' hoarse, breathless cry.



Slowly, over an age of time, they came back to themselves.

Pan realised, with dawning amazement, that Trunks was crying softly into her shoulder. She stroked his hair lovingly, loving the smell of shared sweat, loving the weight of his body upon hers... "What is it, Trunks? Why are you crying?"

He slowly lifted his head and met her eyes, smiling through his tears. "I just- I can't believe how much I love you," he admitted huskily. "It just blows me away."

Tenderly, she stroked his cheek.

"And..." Trunks blushed slightly. "I may have gotten you pregnant."

Pan blinked- and shrugged. "That's a chance we have to take, and we'll have to take again." She smiled wickedly.

"A- a really good chance. -Really- good." His blush deepened, cheek heating under her hand. "It's a saiyan thing."

"What," Pan said flatly, then shook her head, worried. "Uh... you're just kidding, right?" she laughed nervously.

He dipped his head. "When it comes to you and me, love, I've never been just kidding. Marry me?"



Bit of an abrupt ending, I know, but I think this was the best way to do it. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it (dear me, that was a bit tacky, wasn't it?) If you did or if you didn't, let me know, so I'll know more about what to write in the future.

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