Forbidden

Seventeen

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24- Seventeen

Early Fall

"Guess who?" A voice whispered in Pan's ear as hands covered her eyes.

She felt herself grinning as she reached up to place her hands over his. Even if she hadn't felt the shift in the air when he arrived, she would know who it was. She could recognize him by the sound of his footsteps, by his smell, and by his touch.

"My Saiyan," she answered.

The hands fell from her face, and Trunks wrapped his arms around her to hug her from behind as he reached over and kissed Pan's temple. "Happy birthday, Princess."

"Thank you," she smiled up at him.

"So, I have a very serious question for you," Trunks said as he continued to hold her.

Pan knitted her eyebrows together.

"You said there's no ball tonight, correct?"

"No," Pan shook her head. "But we're still lighting up pumpkins and filling the candy buckets. You can help if you want," she told him with a grin.

Trunks grinned back. "Well, this evening, after all that is done, would you like to come to Vegeta-Sei for the Day of the Dead Festival?"

Pan gasped and turned around in his arms. "Can I?!" She asked with wide eyes.

Trunks chuckled and nodded his head. "If you want to. My Eomma and Bulla both have been asking to see you again."

"I would love to!" She gushed with a smile. "I've wanted to see them again as well!"

Trunks smiled and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "But that's not your only present," he told her. "You'll get another one later," he grinned.

Pan felt her cheeks growing warm. "I have something for you as well."

Trunks blinked in surprise. "What? It's your birthday. You're the one that's supposed to be getting the presents."

"Well, it's more like a present to me," Pan admitted.

She grabbed Trunks' hand and led him towards the spiral stairs on the corner of her room that led up to her loft. Her heart pounded nervously in her chest as they walked up the stairs. She had been waiting until it grew cold to show him the surprise, and she hoped he would like it.

The stepped onto the loft, and Pan led him to the side where the two mannequins were set up. She looked up as Trunks gasped, and his eyes widened.

"Is this the fabric I gave you last Christmas?" He asked in awe.

"Yeah," Pan nodded. "I don't know your exact measurements, but I'm confident that I got it right," she said. "I've been waiting for it to get cold to show you."

"Panna, when did you do this?" He asked softly.

"I started on them last winter, but I finished this last Summer."

Trunks was silent, and Pan glanced at the mannequins. The feminine one had a tight-fitting black dress on with a low cut and a slit up the right leg. The masculine one had on a beautiful shinning vest made from the same velvet materials the dress was made in. It had diamond buttons, and a little pocket on the rightside with the most beautiful thread Pan could find.

"It's silly, isn't it?" Pan said when several minutes past. "I-"

"No!" Trunks said, and Pan glanced up at him and saw that his cheeks were pink. He caught her eyes and smiled. "Stay here," he told her. "Don't move."