A fight, a crazy charity ball and a little love ...






"Hey Pan, what's up?" asked Trunks. Pan shook her head.


"Nothing. Really. Nothing."


"Come on, Pan. You know you can tell me anything."


Pan took a deep breath and forced her eyes to meet his.


"Trunks, first of all I want you to know that I love you and I know you love me too." Trunks was only really paying attention now. Was she going to break up with him? "Okay, I can only agree with that ..."


"And I also know that your job is very important. But the other day ..." She looked down. "The other day I thought I wasn't that important to you. This is the first time I've seen you in three weeks, Trunks. And the only reason is because we planned this date two months ago." She saw him back to. “Do you see how I feel?” Trunks was about to lose something important.

"Pan, I love you. I know I've been busy. I'm sorry. Things are going to change ..." Pan shook his head again.


"When? 'Things' have been taking on you for the past three months."


Her voice was trembling a little. He tried to defend himself by all means.


"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't live my whole life around you, okay? I run an important business."


“I understand, Trunks.” Pan put her fork on the table and looked straight into his eyes. "I understand that the Capsule Corporation is a big thing. And I don't expect you to live your whole life according to me. But I'm your friend so I want to be a part of your life too. Should I work there just for you." see? ”Trunks had to restrain his temper a lot. "Well if you do, don't expect to be preferred." Pan looked at him blankly.


She took her napkin and carefully folded it.She put them back on the table.


"That was clear," she said coldly.


"It's the truth," Trunks shot back.


Without hesitation, Pan took her glass of water and poured it on his face. Then she went out of the restaurant. Trunks just sat quietly for a moment, then wiped the water off his face, put a hundred on the table, and ran after her.


Pan heard him call her name but she didn't turn around. She knew he would have no problem finding her. She wore a white dress and was not very quick. “Pan!” He caught up with her but she ignored him. "Pan, I'm sorry about the remark.


It was really unnecessary. "But she was still angry.


"Why are you sorry? It's the truth, isn't it? And we should always be honest! Any other truths you want to share with me?" He got pissed again, but knew better than Pan to list all of her mistakes.

"So?"


"Okay, Pan, I don't know what's wrong with you today, but-"


"With me? What's wrong with ME?"


"Well, yes, you ..."


"No. Not me. YOU. You, you, you!"


"Yes? What about me? You wanted to be HONEST!" She gave him an ice cold, hard look.


"You're the most insensitive guy I have ever met. Unfortunately. If you'll excuse me, I'll think I'll find my way home."


She just let him stand there, peeping stupid out of the laundry, wondering how she could say something in such a cool, polite tone.




***


Trunks sighed as he knocked on the door of the Kame House. A charity ball. How could he let himself be persuaded to go - and with Marron as his date? He liked Marron, but Pan ...


Muten-Roshi opened the door with a big grin. "Hello, Trunks! Come on in! Marron is preparing her grand entrance!"


“Great!” Trunks put on a mock smile."Oh, hi, Kuririn. Where is C18?"


"The girls are both upstairs and check everything through again."


"Oh good."


“Have a seat.” He looked down at his tuxedo.


"Uh ... no thanks."


"Oh of course, you mustn't crease your suit." Kuririn grinned mischievously at him.


"Okay, everyone take a look! Here we come." C18 called down.


Trunks' mouth fell open when he saw Marron. She wore an ice blue tight dress that emphasized her great figure and highlighted her blonde hair perfectly. She had tied her hair in a bun and a braided strand hung down her face. And she just saw:


"... great."


Marron was beaming now. "In earnest?"


"Yes! You see ... wow."


“Thank you, Trunks!” Marron went all the way down the stairs. (Note: Does the Kame House even have stairs? Well, it doesn't matter. I have some.)


She kissed her father on the cheek, threw her mother a kiss in the air, and shouted a fleeting bye to Muten-Roshi.

“Hey, Marron, I'm not getting a kiss?” Shouted the turtle master, offended.


18 hit him on the head. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Old pleasure-man!"


"See you later." She took Trunks' arm.


"We want?"


"Uh ... Sure!"




***


Goten grinned at his niece.


"You know you look great," he said. She smiled back.


She had a dark green strapless dress and her black hair hung straight down.


"Thanks, uncle. You look good too."


He stroked his hair and said ironically: "I know."


They started laughing.


"No, seriously. Do I look good?"


"Yes." ´ Yes, but Trunks doesn't need a tux to look this good. `Pan couldn't stop thinking about him. ´ No! Don't think about him! she thought.


"Pan, are you sure you want to come with me?"


"Of course! Thanks for letting me! A charity ball sounds like a lot of fun."

"Well, after Gohan and Videl gave me the tickets, I couldn't do much with them, so thank you for going with me. Even though you are my niece!"


"My pleasure."


"The only problem is that you dance there. And I'm not a very good dancer. You know that."


"That's okay. I'm not that good either."


"'Not so good too'? I wish I could do it half as well."


She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comment.




***


"Marron! Hey, Marron! What are you doing here?" asked Goten. She looked at him pleasantly surprised.


"Goten? Wow! What a coincidence!"


“Yes, it - TRUNKS?” Trunks stared at him in surprise as well.


“Goten?” Marron didn't notice how Goten suddenly turned pale. She laughed.


"And I'm Marron. Now that we've all introduced ourselves, Trunks asked me if I wanted to come with him."


"Oh ... that's nice." Goten smiled at Trunks and grabbed Maron's arm.

"Excuse us for a tiny moment, Trunks!" He pushed Marron about 5 meters away from Trunks. Marron rubbed her arm and looked puzzled.


"Au, what is—."


“Marron, shh.” Goten looked around.


"I'll be there with Pan," he whispered. Marron shuddered.


"Oh shit."


"Yes. Look, I didn't know you were coming ... and especially not with Trunks!"


"I didn't know that YOU were coming! And with Pan!" Goten suddenly grinned.


“I think we need better communication.” Marron laughed.


"I think so too. So what do we do with Trunks and Pan? If they see each other, there could be a disaster."


"I know, I know."


Marron thought about it for a moment. "Okay, where is Pan now?"


"She said she wanted to check her makeup."


"Okay. I'll try to keep them there while you go to the buffet with trunks."


“Buffet?” Goten beamed. "Food? Where?"


"Goten, listen to me. You stay there with Trunks and I'll stay in the washroom with Maron.Then we can swap places again. Maybe we should still spend some time dating. "Goten nodded." And if we're lucky, they won't even see each other. "


"Yes, but ONLY if we're lucky."


“It MIGHT work.” Marron grinned hopefully. "And if not, well, the argument will be fun."


“Yes, that's true.” Goten grinned back. "Well, good luck."


“You too.” Marron watched as Goten went to Trunks and they started talking. Then she went to the ladies room. She ran straight into Pan when the girl wanted to go out again.


"Oh! Pan! No, you don't want to go, do you? You want to come in with me again, don't you? So come with me!" Marron urged Pan back inside.


"Maroon? What—"


"What do I have to draw?" Marron asked when she looked in the mirror.


"Nothing. You look perfect."


“Oh, come on. You're so cute.” Marron took out her lipstick and traced her lips.By "accidentally" she slipped and pulled a long, fat strip down her cheek.


"Oh, look at this. I'm so clumsy. My God. I'm so stupid."


Pan sighed. "Here are some towels, Marron."


"You are a real angel. Oh, and did I notice that you look absolutely fantastic?"


"No, you haven't. Thanks ... by the way, you too."


"Thanks. Just let me do your hair quickly."


She went to the other side and pulled a strand off Pan's face. Then it took her a minute to "fix" it.


"Here. You look totally perfect."


"Uh ... thanks, Marron. Can we go now?" Marron looked closely at Pan. But there was nothing left that could be improved.


"Um, yes, of course. Let's go." Pan looked at Marron in disbelief until she heard the song that was playing.


"Oh, I love the song! I'm going to look for Goten, okay?"


"NO! I mean ... you don't want to do that yourself, do you?I will look for him for you, how does that sound? "


"If you really want..."


"I want, I want! Believe me! Now, don't move from the spot or he won't be able to find you. Just stay HERE."


“Okay, Marron.” Pan saw her blonde friend disappear into the dancing crowd.


'What was the matter with her? `thought Pan. She waited impatiently until Goten appeared.


"Hi, Pan. Marron said you want to dance?"


"Yes. I like this song. Do you dance with me?"


"Of course I'll dance with you. And