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The Calm

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29- The Calm

Early Fall

Trunks woke up with a heavy sigh. Although he was tired, he had never felt better. He grinned to himself and reached out beside him to pull Pan close. He frowned when the covers beside him were empty and cold. Slowly, he peeked and eye open and propped himself on his elbow as he looked around his dark room.

His balcony doors were open, and Pan was standing in the middle of them. Her pale body glowed in the moonlight. Her dark hair was a tangled mess behind her, and she was wearing the black shirt Trunks had worn earlier.  He felt as if he were still dreaming to see such a sight.

Quietly, Trunks got out of his bed and picked up his underwear that was lying on the ground. He slipped them on quickly before he started to walk over to Pan. He was a few feet away when a sudden shiver ran through the air. He couldn't explain it, but it made him freeze in his tracks, and his eyes widened as he looked at Pan.

That's not her, a voice inside of his mind whispered.

Trunks blinked in surprise. Of course that Pan, who else would it be?

"Panna?" Trunks called softly.

She turned around to face him, and Trunks let out a sigh of relief. Those were Pan's eyes and her smile. What had he been thinking to think that someone else other than Pan could be there?

She took a step towards him and winced slightly. He was quick by her side as he closed the gap between them. "Sorry," she muttered as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I'm a little sore."

"It's okay," he told her as he kissed her forehead. He had been gentle earlier since it was both of their first times, but he knew she would still be sore for a day or two.

Trunks could feel the small bumps on her arms from the crisp air, and he rubbed them gently. "What are you doing out here?" He asked softly.

"I was looking at the Dragons Den," she motioned her head to the mountains.

"Huh," Trunks mused. He had never realized he had such a good view of the mountains from his room. He kissed Pan's temple and let go of her. "Are you ready to come inside?"

Pan nodded her head, and with a small smile, he held her arms out to him. He scooped her up gently, and she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he shut his balcony door. His heart started to race the closer they got to his bed, and he laid Pan down on it gently before crawling in beside her.

"I'm cold," she whispered to him. "Warm me up," her cold fingers drifted across his chest.

"How do you want me to do that?" Trunks asked quietly. "With my covers, my Ki, or my body?" He could hear his low voice ask.

Even in the dim light, he could see Pan's face going pink, and it was a sight he enjoyed very much. Her fingers ran down his chest and to the waistband of his boxers, and Trunks could feel blood rushing into his ears.

"Your body," Pan had barely said the word before Trunks' lips were on hers.

"Panna," Trunks murmured against her lips. "You will marry me, won't you?" He asked quietly. It had just dawned on him that he hadn't properly asked her, or that she had answered.

Pan smiled and cradled his face. "Yes," she told him, and he felt himself grinning. "Yes, a million times over as long as it's you," she said before she pulled him close.

Late Fall

"Pan?"

Pan let out a small gasp and as she was called  out of her thoughts. "Sorry," she apologized as she looked up at Dr. Brief. "What were you saying?"