reason!" She had actually been determined to tell Trunks, but after looking him in the eyes, she changed her mind.


"Well, well ... I wasn't feeling so well." With that sentence she broke away from him and ran into the school building. Trunks let out a sigh and started walking too. He didn't feel like being late for class. Even more with his favorite teacher and class teacher.




“Well, after we've checked the attendance list, I suggest an oral check.” The class groaned.


"Then we'll see what else stuck with you from the last school year. And so that no questions remain unanswered: This query will of course be evaluated. Don't worry!" Mr. Fright rummaged through his files, pulled out a piece of paper and looked then after his "victim" in the class register in the student bar.Finally he stopped by a name and smiled wickedly.


"Very well. Then let's start with Miss Zon." Nobody got up.


“Pan, would you get up, please?” Pan looked at him questioningly.


"I'm sorry, but my name is not" Zon ". My last name is" Son "!" The class laughed.


"Quiet please. All right, then Miss Son." She got up.


"Then please tell us something about the colonial powers of Europe." Pan paused.


"Sorry, but I hadn't even dealt with that! I can't tell you anything about it!"


"Then it would have been your duty to find out more."


"But that's unfair!"


"What is unfair here and what is not, I still decide!" The class laughed again.


"Would the gentlemen be quiet or would you prefer to take an exam?" The class was suddenly as quiet as a mouse.


"Well then, when would you finally get started?!?"


"I already told you that I ..." Pan was getting angry.

"I see. Of course you spend your valuable time in school, and after school it goes without saying that you don't use it to inform yourself or learn. You prefer to attract the attention of the male parts of the class? No, what's it called beautiful in their language? Exactly, to make the young men horny? "Pan blushed.


"I think it would be best for all of us if you put on something less provocative. That would make us all very ..." Trunk slapped his hand on the table and stood up.


"Do you actually enjoy making other students down?" Everyone now looked at Trunks. Fright cleared his throat.


"My dear Mr. Briefs," he began, "I forbid myself this volume. And how do you get the idea that I want to humiliate or put this young lady down? That is not even the question! I just point out to her, that she should put on more school clothes, nothing else."He gave Trunks a look that could mean his death. Trunks would even bet that he was tearing him up inside.


“It still doesn't give you the right to deal with her like that!” Fright was not at all intimidated by what Trunks said. On the contrary: he actually enjoyed seeing him like that.


"I think we have everything sorted out now and you can sit down again. Right now!" Trunks sat down and wished that Fright would die a gruesome death.


Fright asked Pan something, but she didn't answer. A few minutes of silence passed before the doorbell rang at the break. She stayed in her seat and stared at the tabletop. Fright had meanwhile left the classroom. The others in the class sat down at a table and whispered. Pan tried as best she could to ignore it. But she didn't make it.


"The new one looks real!"

"Yes, she thinks she is the party queen."


"Well, I would like you to really ..."


"Pst! Do you have to be that loud?"


"Why? It's true! I would be really horny with that!"


“Sure, if what's inside is really real!” The group giggled.


Trunks looked at Pan, who wasn't moving a bit. Suddenly a boy came up to her who was also part of the group.


"Hey sweetheart, how about us? Are you going to do it for a hundred bucks?" He laughed and went back to the others, who couldn't fight it anymore. Pan got up and left the classroom.


“Pan, hey wait a minute!” Trunks hurried after her. She stopped and he stepped over to her.


"Come on, don't take it personally! You can ech ..." Pan cut him off.


“Do I really look like a… slut?” She looked at him. Her face was completely tearful. Trunks hugged her and grabbed her hips. He shook his head and smiled.

"Nonsense. That's no comparison. On the contrary: I just see a pretty pretty girl in front of me who really makes something out of her strengths. And she's not even stupid and fell on the mouth." Trunks stroked her one Strand from face. Pan sniffed and smiled a little.


"If you think."


"Of course! You are also confident."


"That's not true."


"But."


"No!"


"Will you stop contradicting me?"


“I don't think about it!” The two looked at each other and laughed. He stroked her cheek.


“Now stop crying, okay?” Pan nodded.


"You see. Just don't listen to the others' babble! First of all, they only talk about rubbish and second, they are just jealous because everything suits you! And you are pretty cute too!"


“Thanks for the compliment!” Trunks thought for a moment. He hadn't really called her cute, did he? He blushed.


"Um, well ... I mean, I'm sure the other will find that and ... well, uh ... well ..." They looked each other in the eye.And the next moment they kissed. As soon as the two broke up, Pan kissed him again.


“And was that again a mistake or a misfortune?” She looked at the floor.


"II don't think so ... I guess not."


"Then I can tell you: Well, I really have a crush on you!" With these words Pan hissed past Trunks, got her bag and went to the office. It was hard to tell which of the two looked most like a tomato. There was hardly any difference.




Pan ran down the shopping streets whistling. She had finally told him! She didn't know if Trunks really loved her, but it was out for now! And she was pretty happy about that. After stopping at a wedding shop to look at the white dresses, she flew home. Once there, she first had to explain to her parents why she came back so early. After a little lie, this hurdle was overcome and Pan went into the kitchen and made himself some tea.She sat on the couch and turned on the television.


About an hour later, the doorbell rang. Videl opened it and called Pan over. When she suddenly saw Trunks, the blush shot her face.


"Well then, have a good time!" Her mother smiled and went back to her work.


"Hello Trunks! Um, come in!" Pan managed with difficulty. Trunks nodded and went inside. After pausing for a moment, she said it was better to go upstairs and climb the stairs. Trunks followed her.


"You have a nice place here.", He remarked a little casually and Pan just said a little "Thank you!" out. The two sat down on the bed and were silent.


"So what you said earlier ..." Trunks began hesitantly after a while. "Well, how should I say ... it's like this ..."> Please please don't say now that you hate me! Please please don't !!! <, she thought and clasped her hands. Trunks did not pay attention to this "little prayer", but tried to continue speaking as best he could, which was not possible in this state.

"I really just wanted to tell you ..."


"Pan? Can you come for a moment?", Her father called and stuck his head through the door frame.


"Oh, you have ... a visitor." Pan nodded and indicated that he shouldn't disturb any further, but Gohan couldn't be put off.


"Vegeta is here and said he wanted to speak to you. Tell me, have you screwed up something?" Trunks looked at Pan and she at him. Pan got up, said she'd be back soon, and went down the stairs. Vegeta was already waiting downstairs, who (actually as always) was in a pretty bad mood. As soon as she stood in front of him, he started.


“Do you know where Trunks is?” Pan grimaced, offended as he spoke to her.


"No, I don't know. And even if I did, I would definitely not tell you!" He looked at her briefly, which unsettled her a little.


“He's here, am I right?” She shook her head.


"No, he isn't. I haven't spoken to him since school.I'm terribly sorry! "


"Are you kidding me? Are you serious when you say that!"


"Do you mean I'm lying?"


“Certainly! And like in print!” Pan gritted his teeth. She had to hold out a little longer. He would whistle again.


"So?"


"It's okay, it's okay! I'm telling you! He just ran away. Just did homework. Don't worry! Satisfied?" Vegeta nodded.


"Sure, if it's true. Would be better for you anyway!" To Pan's relief, Vegeta really disappeared again. She didn't think she'd make it out alive. Although, she was strong and self-confident! Or so Trunks said. When she went back upstairs, she reported this good news.


"Got rid of him. He's going home and waiting until you come back!" Trunks smiled a little thanks, because if his father had found him here with Pan, he would have been at least a head shorter by now. And that wasn't even the worst thing Vegeta could have done to him ...

"What else did you want to tell me now?"


"How?"


"Well, you had started a sentence!> I just wanted to tell you ...

"Oh, that ..." He remembered. Trunks considered. Now there was no turning back. Let's go!


"Actually, I wanted to tell you that I, well ... I ... feel a lot like you ..." Pan didn't quite understand and first wanted to ask what he meant, but then the penny dropped and she opened her mouth a little as if she were saying something wanted, but no word came out.


“I hope you know what I mean?” Trunks scratched the back of his head. He had already had quite a