Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own Dragonball, sorry to disappoint you. Don’t make any money of this either (unfortunately). But it would be greatly appreciated if you wouldn’t use or distribute this piece of crappy fan literature without the permission of yours truly. Thank you!
P.S. Don’t sue me!
Three days, Three Nights
By Carbo
How would you like to have a wish for a Christmas present? Anything you wanted, or anyone you wanted would be yours. But there is a catch, the wish only lasts for three days. What happens when Pan wishes for the love of a certain lavender haired wonder? Read on!
Note: This part didn’t come along as well as I hoped, but it doesn’t really matter since it only leads the story to the next parts, which are more important. I think?
Rating: PG-13, although that may change to R in the next parts.
Part 2
Heart thumping wildly in her chest Pan gazed into Trunks blue eyes, across the distance between them.
Could it be she wasn’t going crazy? That the wish really had come true? There was undoubtedly something different in his eyes.
Trunks gazed at her hypnotized, yet confused. Where were these feelings comings form? He’d never felt anything like this before. For some reason he was feeling strong feelings of attraction and yearning towards a girl he’d always considered like a second little sister. Now, suddenly in a blink of an eye, in that brief kiss it had all changed. And even though he couldn’t quite understand it, he couldn’t help it.
Hesitantly, unsure of what it was he was doing , Trunks moved closer to her and reached out to gently touch her uninjured hand with his fingers, caressing the small hand softly, while gazing intensely into her eyes.
"Pan?" He whispered with a hoarse voice, his face so close she could almost feel his breath on her cheek. God, he couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked, her eyes like liquid chocolate, and her lips, they just called to him.
"Uh-uh?" She uttered, her heart pounding in her ears. It had to be true, the spell worked. She couldn’t believe it. But how? Stupid, why wouldn’t it! It wouldn’t have been the first weird thing that has happened to me.
"I-I…I…can I…" He stuttered. Darn, he cursed, he was so nervous he couldn’t get a out a coherent sentence. Ah shank it, he thought and decided to put his thoughts into action, and slowly he started to lean forward, his intention to kiss her.
Heart pounding, Pan instinctively closed her eyes. His lips touched hers tentatively, caressing her lips softly. Growing more confident, his arm snaked around her waist pulling her closer against his warm body, and his mouth devoured hers completely, their kiss intensifying until they completely lost themselves in each others arms.
Pan had never felt such joy in her life. Being kissed by the man of her dreams in a way she’d always wanted to be kissed. It was shear heaven, she could hardly feel the pain in her hand. And it was real, not some faded fantasy.
Her body fit so perfectly into his, her arms around his body. It just seemed so right, like it was always meant to be. Like coming home.
Being so lost in the emotion packed kiss, neither of them detected a very familiar ki approaching the gravity room. It wasn’t until the sound of the turning door-nub echoed through the room that the two were alerted.
Franticly they pushed away from each other, only half a second before the door flung open.
Dazed, flushed and panting heavily Trunks and Pan gazed at the stern looking figure who was observing them form the door. For a moment Vegeta gave them a suspicious glare, but what was there strange about two fighters sitting exhausted on the floor? Nothing at all, but all the same Vegeta couldn’t get rid of the feeling something was going on here.
Ignoring the feeling Vegeta returned his trademark scowl onto his face
"Dinner is ready, so you better get your sorry buts in there before your mother freaks out again. You too brat." He grumbled and after giving them a sharp glance he turned around and walked out, mumbling something about Bulma treating him like an errand-boy again.
After glancing at Pan with slight awkwardness, Trunks scrambled off the floor and helped Pan up carefully. For a moment they stood there close to each other, staring at each other uncomfortably. Both had a lot on their mind but neither had the guts to say anything.
Braking the moment Trunks turned away his gaze, and rubbed his neck nervously. "Well we better go before it gets cold." He said, his voice sounding odd in his own ears. He decided to leave questions for later, in spite the fact that they burned him like three-weeks old pizza.
"Yeah, sure." Pan blushed, turning away her gaze too, and started to walk toward the door, followed by Trunks. She wasn’t sure what to think, this was all still a bit too much to comprehend all of a sudden.
What exactly was she supposed to do now? How was she suppose to act and feel around him, now that he was in love with her, or at least she assumed he was. She knew this was what she had wanted, but it didn’t make it any less complicated.
The walk to the house was unnervinly quite, neither knowing quite what to say. The events of the last fifteen minutes still needed processing and both kept their thoughts to themselves.
At the dinner table Trunks and Pan had trouble keeping their eyes off each other as well as their thoughts, and snuck nervous glances of each other at every opportunity. The others were so observed in their food (especially Vegeta) that they didn’t notice. Thankfully Bra wasn’t home, she would have spotted something like that instantly.
Pan just couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening, and could hardly get anything down - something that didn’t usually happen twice in a millenium. The feel of his lips, his arms, the warmth of his body, it all kept playing over and over in her head, causing a permanent blush on her face, and a whirl in her stomach.
Trunks’ state wasn’t much different and he too was having trouble concentrating on his dinner. Indiscreet thoughts, questions, butterflies and kept flying around in his head. He had just kissed Pan, his Pan, the Pan he’d known since she was a baby and in a way that still made his cheeks heaten, and now he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. He knew what he felt, however strange it was, but he had no idea what Pan was thinking, at least he didn’t know for sure.
But she had kissed back hadn’t she? And the way she’d gazed at him, she must have felt something too, must have…he thought to himself, as the look in her ebony eyes flashed through his mind.
Please let Kami be so kind.
But he had to know for sure, he thought to himself, staring at her across the table when she wasn’t looking, eyes traveling to her light pink lips.
Too nervous to eat much, and frankly getting uncomfortable sitting with Trunks and his parents, Pan excused herself early and went upstairs. Shortly after Trunks informed he was also done and practically rushed out of the room.
You can imagine Bulmas face when she noticed both their plates were still half full. Frowning she threw a questioning look to Vegeta who only shrugged his shoulders and continued his meal.
Pan had just gotten through the door of Trunks’ room when she felt a familiar presence behind her and turned around.
He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, the distinctive look of uncertainty written in his eyes as he gazed at her with those beautiful blue eyes of his.
He looked so lost standing there staring at her, like a boy wondering whether he should ask a girl to the movies or not. Internally she smiled at the thought, it was kind of cute. And seeing him so on edge calmed her own heart a bit. At least she wasn’t the only one.
Rubbing his neck – a sign of nervousness – Trunks looked at her questioningly form under his brow. He had to ask, he had to know, but somehow it was proving very difficult.
"Pan…" What should he say? He thought in anguish as the words died on his lips. Do you like me? No way, that really did sound like a boy trying to ask a girl on a date. Do you love me? Too straight forward, too dangerous and far too soon.
Do you think you could love me? Better, but not quite there. He was going to have to improvise.
"Pan, I…in the gravity room… I felt something. I know we’ve been friends for a long time, and the last thing I want to do is ruin that for us but, do you think…you could or would consider going out with me or something?" There, he’d said it, a bit incoherently maybe, but from the look in her eyes he’d gotten the point across. And hopefully he’d get the right answer too.
To his relief she didn’t seem the least bit surprised or horrified. Instead she just smiled warmly at him, eyes shining, cheeks flushing.
"I…felt something too. And I’ve felt it before, I just didn’t think we could ever – that you could ever…" She quickly lowered her eyes, hiding the glimpse pain in them. For years she’d longed for him in secret, watching him flaunt other women, while he treated her - a woman painfully in love with him - just as one of the guys, or a little sister. It had not been pleasant. But she couldn’t waist her time thinking about that now. Quickly she brushed aside the sting of the past, and concentrated on the present.
"Yes, I’d love to out with you Trunks-kun." She looked up at him, smile returning.
Trunks grinned a broad, slightly silly grin, until he controlled himself, most obviously satisfied with her answer.
"Good." He said with a smile, and tentatively moved a step closer to her. It was strange, tiptoeing around Pan all of a sudden, worrying about each word he said to her each move he made. Even now, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should pull her into his arms and kiss her. He wanted to, so bad.
She just looked so cute and sexy with her hair left messed up like that after their spar, and her dark, vibrant eyed gazing at him with a smile.
Pan grinned slightly. He had that look again. That coveting, yet confused one.
"I’m not going to bite you Trunks. I might hit you but I won’t bite." She dared to say, with a slightly mischievous lopsided smile. She thought it was time to lighten the mood a bit.
Trunks blushed a light shade of pink at her words, embarrassed that she’d spotted his insecurity. But it kind of relaxed him too to see her smile and joke like that in that devilish way of hers. In a way she was saying that he didn’t need to feel so off balance, that she was still just Pan.
Coaxing a smirk of his own, Trunks suddenly felt much bolder and without hesitating he stepped closer to her, and captured her smiling lips with his own. Trunks’ heart practically sighed from relief, (and his wasn’t the only one) as he wrapped his arms around the little spit-fire, and lost himself in their kiss.
His tongue explored her mouth with surprising fervor, yet there was a gentleness and deepness to it that made Pans heart ache so sweetly. Kami, she didn’t ever want him to stop.
But then in the middle of the divine experience an unpleasant sensation awakened Pans senses. A strange smell.
After a few minutes of heaven, to his dismay Trunks felt too small hands press against his chest and the object of his affection shying away from his lips.
Slightly dazed Trunks opened his eyes, and looked questioningly into the dark pools that stared up at him with a smile.
"I’d love to continue that later, but I really need a shower. And so do you!" Pan chuckled and wrinkled her nose, waiving her hand at the smell. One couldn’t avoid sweating when training, and I tell you, after a while the odor is something resembling the evil twin of a fresh field of flowers
"Right, a shower." He smiled sheepishly, and rubbed his neck. "You go on ahead, I’ll wait for my turn." He didn’t dare to suggest going in with her, not that he didn’t want to. It was just a bit too early for that kind of thing.
Sighing he watched as she gave him a sweet smile and turned her back to him and walked into the bathroom.
As he watched her walk away he felt a strange wave of peace and contentment wash over him.
This was the start of something good, he thought with a wistful smile. He could feel it in his bones. Something that might just have the potential to last forever.
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Pans smile vanished as she peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower.
With a heavy sigh she opened the tap and let the hot water pour over her body, the burning water numbing her senses, hoping it would numb her heart too.
Pain had suddenly replaced the giddy joy in her heart as she leaned against the cold tile wall. She knew these feelings she now shared with him weren’t really real, that it was all just a three-day-long hoax, a simple fairytale. And unlike all other fairytales, she knew this one didn’t have a happy ending.
How would she deal with all these bitterly sweet memories, knowing he could remember none of them, that to him they didn’t even exist. How would she cope with the torture of loving him even more, knowing he would never really love her back. Everything would return back to normal, only this time her torture would be even worse.
Had she really made the right decision? Did she really want to know what it was like to be loved by him, when all it would eventually bring her was more pain?
But like her pain the water droplets rolled into the drain, disappearing into the darkness.
Forgotten maybe, but not gone for good.
She had made her choice, and now she had to make the best of it.
…………To be Continued.
Personally, I’m not very satisfied with this part. Few things really went as I wanted them to, but tired of working on a piece that I knew wasn’t going to get better with my enthusiasm I settled into just doing little correcting and then letting sleeping dogs lie.
The part is what it is and I apologize if it’s crappy. I’ll try to make up for it in the next part.