*** Hello sweeties! Are you still not tired of my FaFi? Well, then I don't want to keep you waiting. Here is the 4th part. Your P. (p.s.: May I remind you of the clerks ?!) ***








Oob sat on the edge of the bed where Trunks had recently been sitting. He looked at Pan worriedly.


"Hey, don't panic," she tried to calm him down. "It's just pneumonia. I'm a Saya-jin, remember?"


Oob smiled briefly. "You scared me a lot, Pani-mouse."


Pan looked at him in surprise. "How do you mean?"


"I thought ...", Oob began "I thought you were dead." He remembered the dream from earlier.


Pan lay down and turned on her side so that she could look Oob in the face. “But I'm still alive, right ?!” She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Oob closed his eyes. A warm chill ran down his spine. 'Friends only. We are just friends.'he tried desperately to convince himself,' Man, Pan makes it difficult for me too! '




“Can I ask you something, Oob?” Pan looked expectantly into his face.


"Sure," replied Oob.


"Well, well ... it's ... you know ..." Pan blushed a little. Oob thought she looked really cute.


"Oob", Pan continued "Do you think that ... um ..."


“Now tell me!” Oob poked her shoulder lightly. "You can tell me."


“But you don't have to promise not to talk to anyone about it, okay ?!” Pan eyed Oob suspiciously.


"What do you think ?!", this indignantly "And now tell me!"


“All right.” Pan took another deep breath. "Do you think so," she began to speak, "do you think Trunks likes me?"


Oh, Dende! Oob really hadn't expected such a question. What should he answer her? He was completely helpless in such a situation.


"I think ... well ... well ..." he stammered, "It would be possible, right ?!"He didn't really think that this would be of great help to Pan, but he could tell that she was happy.


"Do you really think so?", She laughed happily. "That would be too nice."


Oob was getting a headache from Pan's whispering. What did she find in Trunks? Well, he was rich, charming, handsome ... But what does it matter?


Oob got up.


"Do you want to go?" Asked Pan, a little disappointed.


"I have to", Oob lied (again) "I promised your grandma I would help her around the house."


'What a cheap excuse,' he thought to himself and kissed Pan on the forehead before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.








*** That was the 4th part. I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, your P. ***