As I Grow

Chapter 11: Comfort in the Moonlight

I felt like an idiot as I swam there in Trunks' arms. I had started softly crying against his bare shoulder, and he just held on. He set his head on my shoulder and took a deep breath. He was taking in my scent again. Last time he did that, he lost control. I waited a bit, and he kissed my bare shoulder. I jumped a bit, and he pulled back looking at me. He raised one of his lavender eye brows, and then he smiled. "Sorry, Panny. I didn't mean to startle you," he whispered.

"It's okay," I said, holding on to him tighter. He laughed to himself.

"I missed you so much," he said, placing his head on my shoulder again. We had moved to a shallower part of the pool, so we didn't drown. He lifted me up and set me on the edge of the pool, so that his arms were around my waist and his head was level with my stomach.

"Did you really miss me? Is that why you were going to marry Amy?" I asked, standing up and wandering over to the hot tub. The hot tub was big enough to fit at least fifteen people (Bulma sure does like her parties). I watched him get out, water dripping off of his fine-toned body. I couldn't help but blush.

"Pan, I went out with her to keep my mind off of you, because, well, I don't know. I guess you leaving was driving me insane. I wanted so badly to hunt you down, but if I did, Gohan would've killed me," Trunks said, looking into the water. I came under his gaze, and our eyes met.

"Papa wouldn't have killed you. Don't even say that, Trunks. Papa knows it would have killed me to watch you die," I said, getting up out of the water and grabbing his hand. I lead him slowly into the water, and he blushed the whole way. We sat down on the stone bench and I straddled his lap.

"You don't know that for sure," Trunks said as he blushed.

"And neither do you," I said, kissing his cheek. I pulled back and sat next to him on the stone bench. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back up at him.

"I've had dreams about you," he said.

"What kind of dreams?" I asked, raising a raven eyebrow.

"You were killed in a car accident. It seemed like I had that dream once every week after you left," Trunks said, going and sitting across from me. I could see the tears in his eyes. It hurt me to see him this way.

"Come here," I said. The tears had started running down his face. He came over, and I made him sit between my legs. I started rubbing his shoulders, neck, and back. He growled with pleasure, and I giggled at him. He turned and looked up at me with a funny look.

"Those dreams seemed so real Pan," he said, relaxing back onto my stomach.

"So did the ones I had," I said, combing my fingers through his lavender hair.

"What happened in yours?" he asked.

"Well, Uncle Goten and Bulla mated. Then they got married. Then they had kids," I said looking away from Trunks.

"What's so bad about that?" he asked, making me look at him again.

"If that were to ever happen, then we wouldn't be able to get together," I said, a few tears running down my face.

"Panny? Are you saying this could be something more?" Trunks asked, looking a little surprised.

"I've loved you since I was born," I said, looking at the starry sky. "Trunks, I never had the guts to ever tell you that. But there's just something about this moment that makes me... I don't know. I feel safe and whole in your arms and when you're near me. I was born to love you in my opinion," I said, looking down at him.

"Panny, I love you too. I have since I was fourteen. The day I first met you and held you in my arms close to my heart, I felt like we were destined to be together. I would do anything and everything to see you happy. I would risk my life to save you. I would do anything for you," Trunks said. And with that, I leaned down and kissed him.

We sat there, kissing in the hot tub in the moonlight. We decided after a while to get out and dry off. We went into the house and picked a movie to watch. "Trunks?" I whispered after a while.

"Hmm?" he asked half asleep.

"Let's go to bed," I said, looking at him. He sat up and took my hands in his then lead me up to his room. We walked in, and Papa was sitting on Trunks's bed, along with Grandpa and Vegeta.

"Hello," Papa said, looking at Trunks. I started to get an uneasy feeling.

"Hi there, Gohan," Trunks said, rubbing his eyes.

"What you up to?" Papa asked.

"Pan and I were just going to go to bed," Trunks said, now looking at Vegeta.

"Ah. Is that all?" Papa asked. I slipped my hand out of Trunks' and shot Papa a stern look. After a while, I turned and left Trunks's room. I walked to Bulla's and crawled into bed with her. I wasn't about to stay in that room if Papa was going to do something to Trunks.

Trunks' POV

I looked at the door that Pan had just walked out of. She was still in her bikini, and I was still in my shorts. I looked back over at Gohan and just froze. I didn't want to fight with him, Goku, or my dad. Pan and I were really just going to bed. We talked about our relationship while watching the movie, and we decided we would take things slow.

There was constant silence in my bedroom, and I couldn't take it. My father was up against the wall, eyes on me. "Trunks?" Goku asked me.

"Yeah?" I asked. 'I just want to sleep,' I thought to myself.

"You have our blessings. Just, don't do anything so young," he said, coming over and hugging me. Gohan came and shook my hand.

"If you do anything to hurt my daughter, I will personally kill you," Gohan said in my ear.

"Understood," I said. They soon left after that and I crawled into bed, where I was greeted by dreams full of my Panny.