Title: Oh, God, I'm Blushing!

Author: RaliNeoBlade

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Hello all you out there!!!! Here's the next, much awaited chapter of OGIM!!!!

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Pan found Trunks sitting near the hearth of the fireplace, cutting his way through a lambchop. She sat down next to him, and he looked up at her.

"Hello, Pan-chan. Are you having a good time?" he asked.

She considered her answer, then answered, grinning, "A better time then I think you could know." Then she looked at his plate, and questioned accusingly, "Just how many servings have you had, now?"

Trunks grinned guiltily, then answered, "This must've been my ninth, I guess. But hey, a healthy Saiyan's got to eat, doesn't he?"

"Amen to that," Pan replied.

"Besides," he added, "I never could refuse just one more bite of Mom's great cooking."

"So she's a genius inventor, a toiling mother of two, *and* a great cook?" Pan kidded. "Wow. I wish my mom could do all that."

"Your mom's just fine as she is," Trunks claimed, then, somehow sensing why Pan had come to talk to him, he asked, "You want to see what you're giving Bra, right?"

Pan's mouth dropped open. "How'd you know?"

Trunks shrugged. "Just a feeling. Anyway, you can choose either one of the things I got, and sign the attached card." He grinned sheepishly. "Mom used to have to buy gifts for people in my name, since I was always so busy with Capsule Corp., school, and training."

Pan smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Let's go up and see what you've got."

Trunks nodded. "Let's go."

After a moment of indecision, Trunks decided that he could sacrifice ninth helpings, so he let the robots take his plate away, and lead Pan upstairs to his room. At first glance it looked plain, with a bed in one corner and his dresser in the other, and a long desk along the left wall. But when you looked again you'd realize that every square inch of the walls were covered with photos, newspaper clippings, blueprints, and the like.

Pan gasped and ran to the nearest wall. "Wow, Trunks! How in the world did you ever have enough time to do all this?" she asked, looking at a picture of when Trunks was a little boy, with his mother holding his hand and smiling, and Vegeta standing scowling in the background.

"I manage," he replied. "It's like a memory album that's always open, and I can look at all the time. I have blueprints of my first invention, clippings about my mom, grandpa, and Capsule Corp., and a few about me...and photos of every time the Z senshi has gotten together, and some individual shots with all our friends."

"Whoa..." Pan whispered in awe, moving around the room to look at all the biggest things. While she was recognizing various photos and reading certain articles, Trunks opened the door to his closet, took out two bags, and set them on his bed.

Pan tore her eyes away from the wall to see what Trunks had gotten.

"Okay, you know those new little watch things that are a TV and telephone, too?" Trunks asked.

Pan's eyes widened as she shook her head. "Those kind of things have been invented?"

"Sure," Trunks replied. "I got her a medium sized one. Bra said she'd like one. And then there's two tickets to a Terra-cotta concert..."

Pan wrinkled her nose. "Terra-cotta? I thought that was a color."

Trunks shrugged and answered, "It is, but I guess it's also a band that Bra really likes...I guess it's popular." He shrugged again. "Take your pick. She'll love both of them."

Pan ended up choosing the Terra-cotta concert tickets, and on the card she wrote, **For you and your special person to have a special night.** It seemed appropriate, what with all the commotion about 'he likes,' 'she likes,' this time of year.

'He likes,' 'she likes'! Pan sat bolt upright as she remembered her conversation with Marron and Bra. She glanced over at Trunks, who was rummaging through his closet, looking for wrapping paper. Should she tell him that Bra knew he had a meeting the next day? No. Not yet. It wasn't even 100% for sure that he did have a meeting tomorrow, it might be some more of Bra's scheming.

Pan shook it out of her head as Trunks came back with two different kinds of Happy Birthday paper.

"I don't want it to seem like we both used the same wrapping paper," he explained, then flopped down on the floor, Pan following. He stared at the wrapping paper, then at the presents. He didn't seem to know what to do.

"What, the president of Capsule Corporation doesn't know how to wrap presents?" Pan asked incredulously.

"I always had Mom help me with this," Trunks replied, blushing a little and still staring at the paper.

Pan sighed, picked up the presents, and had both wrapped in no time.

"Thanks, Pan," Trunks enthused, picking up his present. "It looks great!"

"It was nothing," Pan shrugged as they trudged downstairs and put their presents with the rest and hurried to get cake before it was all gone.

There was only one piece left, to Pan's astonishment. _Well no wonder with Dad, Grandpa, Goten, Vegeta, and Bra here…_ Pan grumbled to herself.

"Hey, Trunks, are you going to get some cake?" Pan questioned.

"Nah, I think I'll pass on that. Too much sugar gives me stomach aches." Trunks grinned at her and went to join Kuririn and Yamucha. _Yes!_ Pan cheered. _One less competitor for the cake! Hahaha!_

Sneakily, she walked towards the delicious looking dessert. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Goten staring at the cake. He glanced up and looked at her, a glint of challenge in his eye. _No way!_ she snarled. _I am *going* to get that cake!_ So she sprinted for the table, saying hurried 'excuse me's and 'pardon's to the people she bumped into. Realizing what she was doing, Goten headed for the cake, too. He was faster, but she had fewer people in the way, and that proved to be the crucial advantage. She arrived at the scene moments before he did, and took the time to scoop the cake onto a plate.

"Yah hah hah!" she crowed triumphantly, sticking her tongue out at her disappointed uncle.

"Aw, come on, Pan!" Goten complained. "I've only had three pieces, lemme have that one!"

Pan frowned. "Hell, no! I haven't had any at all, and I'm not about to pass this up!" Her look turned crafty as she decided to poke some fun at him. "You're getting pretty slow, uncle. I think all that food you eat is making you fat!"

"What?!" Goten yelped, looking down and frantically patting his washboard stomach. Pan giggled. _I'm too hard on the poor man…._

"I was just kidding, Goten. You're *not* getting fat," Pan consoled.

Goten looked up, frowning slightly. "That wasn't very nice, Pan." He still looked slightly worried, and that made it even funnier.

"It wasn't supposed to be. Heh heh heh."

_I'm not going to let her get away with that…._ So Goten changed tactics. "Hey, Pan," he began slyly. "You didn't miss the rest of the cake because maybe you were upstairs….making out with my best friend?!"

"WHAAAT?!" Pan shrieked, slapping her hands to her burning face. "D- don't be s-silly, G-g-goten! W-why would I d-do that?! And with T-trunks!" Goten grinned evilly.

"Ohohoho! So little Panny likes Trunks! Who *ever* would have guessed! Maybe this poor, fat, absentminded uncle of yours might accidentally…slip the word to his buddy?"

"No! No!" Pan begged. "Please don't tell, Goten! Have mercy! Uncle! You win! You're not fat! You're the most wonderful, fit, nice person in the world! Don't tell Trunks!!"

"Geesh, Panny, I would have thought you would have recognized when someone is teasing you," Goten said easily. Pan glared at him, humiliated.

"*That* wasn't very nice, either."

"It wasn't supposed to be," Goten said mockingly. "Enjoy your cake, Panny!" He walked away, chuckling slightly, leaving Pan with her cake, and the unsettling knowledge that yet another person knew her secret. And then suddenly it was time for Bra's presents.

Bra loved the tickets, and thanked Pan enthusiastically, (Pan grinning guiltily,) and loved the watch/TV/phone just as much. Of course, she liked all the presents, and before she knew it, Pan was heading home with her parents.

"So, did you have a nice time?" Gohan asked, eyeing Pan from the driver's seat.

"Sure, Dad," Pan answered truthfully. "Very…informative." Gohan gave her a sideways glance, but nothing on her face revealed what that strange comment meant, so he left it alone.

As Pan was dead tired, she fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow at home.

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"Hello, Bra? You were right. Pan is completely head over heels for Trunks," Goten said over the phone. "Who would have known?" he said, his tone of disbelief. "My niece loves my best friend! How much crazier can you get?"

_What would you say if you knew your best friend's little sister was in love with you?_ Bra wondered silently, but answered, "I told you so! And I just know that Trunks likes her too! You *have* to help me set them up, Goten!"

"I don't know…." Goten said dubiously. "Trunks never talks to me about that kind of stuff, and my bro would never go for it…."

"It doesn't matter what *Gohan* thinks; this is about Trunks and Pan! I'm doing this whether you agree or not, and I've got Marron on my side! So are you in?"

"Well….I guess."

"Great! Thanks, Goten!"

"No prob. But hey, can I ask you something, Bra?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Am I getting fat?"



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