Title: Spontaneous Me
Author: XoBrYtToX
Rating: Mature
Chapter Eight: Beautiful Dripping Fragments

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z/GT. All this genius belongs to the respective owners and creators of these characters used; I only bring the characters out for a little fun every now and then. I also do not own Walt Whitman's poem, Spontaneous Me (the title of this story and the title of the chapters of this story). In no way, shape or form could I even dream of being such a great writer as he. No copyright infringement intended.

Summary: Pan is coming home for her best friend's wedding. Biggest problem: she knows her boyfriend and her ex are certainly not going to get along, especially when Pan is the maid of honor and her ex is the best man. What happens when Trunks doesn't get along with Pan's new boyfriend, Uub? And what happens when Pan doesn't get along with Trunks' new girlfriend, Marron? Mix in a new living arrangement and a new job of being Trunks' personal secretary, add the zest of a secret that no one knows, garnish with juicy lemons and enjoy the jealousy that unfolds.

Author's Note: The biggest question I've been getting from reviewers now is this: Why did Pan leave? In due time, lovelies; all in due time.

Chapter Eight: Beautiful Dripping Fragments

I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.

She allowed a small smile to play upon her lips as that quote softly bounced around in her head. She wasn't sure where she had read it or who had said it or even why her subconscious decided to pull it from her memory at this exact moment, but she found it so fitting now – her walking with him through Satan City's most beautiful park, admiring the hypnotic shades of the most glorious sunset she had ever seen; the perfect ending to a rather perfect day she must admit, if only to herself.

She wasn't sure how they're friendly lunch had turned into an all-day event, but she couldn't be happier that it had. And judging from his expression, she could tell that he definitely needed this break away; no cell phones, no e-mails, no deadlines, no title of the CEO of Capsule Corporations... Just a lovely afternoon full of laughs and wonderful childhood memories with a life-long friend, not a miserable afternoon full of turmoil with his ex-fiancé. This was the first time he actually wore a smile instead of dawning his usual stressed demeanor. As surprising as it was to see, he looked genuinely happy. She was proud of herself for that.

"My dad will never let me live that down," he couldn't help but laugh, which was such a wonderful sound – one she hadn't heard in some time now. "He grounded me for a solid three months."

"You did destroy his most prized possession, Trunks," she laughed with him. "I don't know what he'd do without that weight room."

"It just wasn't fair," he complained with a frown. "Goten was a part of that, too. He should have received some sort of punishment."

"Are you really holding a grudge over ten years later?" she asked, trying to hold back her laughter.

"I am," he replied with a scowl. "Goten rarely got in trouble for anything."

"Probably because they were mainly your crazy ideas," she pointed out.

"I suppose," he replied with a proud smile. She then felt his hand rest on the small of her back before asking, "Would you like to have a seat?"

Her eyes followed his gaze to the nearby bench as she nodded and followed his lead. The two quickly fell into a comfortable silence, both enjoying the dusk skyline as the bright reds, yellows and oranges transformed into deep purples and blues, a slight twinkle of very few stars starting to come into view. It was truly amazing.

"I haven't seen a sunset in ages," she smiled, relaxing a bit as she kept her eyes fixed on the setting sun.

"It's beautiful," he replied before resting his arm on the bench behind her, allowing his hand to drape across her shoulder a bit.

She shuddered. She wasn't sure if it was due to the cool night air or due to the nonchalant positioning of his arm, but it was an involuntary action nonetheless. And it didn't go unnoticed.

"Are you cold?" he quickly asked, wrapping his arm completely around her shoulders, his hand running up and down the length of her arm in an attempt to warm her. And though she nodded in response, she knew then that it wasn't the coolness of the night that had made her tremble.

"A little," she admitted with a blush as she glanced towards her feet.

"We can go back to the apartment." He began to rise from his seat, but she quickly placed her hand on his thigh in an attempt to stop him.

"No, I'm fine," she said in a rush; she wasn't ready for this to end. "I really wanted to watch the rest of the sunset, if that's okay with you."

He nodded as he relaxed against the bench once more, but she soon realized that his eyes were locked on her hand that was still resting on his thigh. She softly gasped before she retracted her hand, only earning a small laugh from him. She looked up towards him, completely puzzled.

"I really don't know why you're scared to touch me, Panny." Oh, the things that nick-name did to her...

Before she even realized it, he had bent down and brought her legs into his lap, bringing her a bit closer to him as he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders again and explained, "I'm not going to let you freeze while we're out here."

And that's when the confusion set in – that was the point where this friendly afternoon turned into something a bit more. Her heartbeat had doubled its acceleration as she realized how close she was to him; it would be so easy for her to do literally anything in this position.

She released a shaky breath that she hadn't even realized she had been holding. She tried to clear her rapidly-racing mind, but it was no use – her mind only had one thought streaming through now, and it wasn't the gorgeous sunset. She was sure her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide in shock. She had to recover – quickly.

She settled for resting her head against his shoulder, trying her best to hide her face from him – she didn't want her expression to give her away. But that option only clouded her heightened senses even more; her nose was soon filled with the scent of him as she became highly aware of the fact that his hand was now running down the length of her spine, drawing circles in the small of her back from time to time. All she could feel, hear, see, and smell was him; was it a crime that she wanted to taste him, too?

"Are you watching the sunset?" he whispered curiously, seemingly fully aware of the mental battle she was having. She nodded against his shoulder, gasping once more as she felt his other hand run the length of her jean-clad legs. "Still cold?"

That's when she finally realized that this was all a game to him – that she had been amusing him this entire time. But this was definitely a game she could participate in.

"I'm starting to warm up a bit," she whispered into his ear, smiling as she felt him shift a bit underneath her. She then placed her hand against his chest, softly drawing a line down to his torso with her finger, slowly tracing his abs one by one... "Are you cold?"

He turned towards her a bit before admitting, "I could think of a few things that could warm me up right now."

"Such as?" her voice was still as low as a whisper as she continued to trace a path of his abs, her hand dropping lower and lower.

"I don't know," she felt him shift once more. "Hot chocolate."

She laughed. "And?"

"Warm muffins." His voice was husky.

"Mhm," she couldn't help but smile. "Anything else?"

Before she could even realize what was happening, she found herself straddling him; with her legs on either side of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck while placing her hands behind him to secure herself to him and the bench. "How about you?"

"We're in a public park, Trunks! There are children around..." she reminded him.

He arched a brow before responding, "When has that ever stopped us before?"

"Trunks..." she warned, scowling down at him.

"Just admit it," his hands gripped her hips a bit tighter. "You are scared to touch me."

"That's what this is all about?" she scoffed as she tried to maneuver herself off of him, but he wasn't having any of that.

"Prove me wrong then."

"A challenge in a public park, really?" she laughed.

"I'm serious." The look in his eyes told her he was, and she quickly debated if she should take the bait or not.

She quickly looked down between them before pointing out the obvious. "I am touching you, Trunks."

"You're hovering," he quickly replied with a laugh.

"And what is the point of this?" she finally demanded.

"How are you going to live with me if you have a problem touching me? At this rate, you're going to have a heart-attack if we graze past each other in the hallway."

"So, this is a test now?" She hated tests.

"Yes," he stated matter-of-factly. "And right now you're failing miserably."

She then released her tight grip on the bench and allowed all of her weight to settle upon his lap. "Happy?"

"Does it feel like I am?" he asked with a small laugh.

She scowled towards him once more. She was growing tired of this game – it wasn't fair. "What do you want me to do, Trunks?"

"What do you want to do, Panny?" he asked, his voice low.

There was so much she wanted to do, but she couldn't. And this game was throwing all boundaries out of the window. She was so confused; what was he thinking?

She placed her hands on his shoulders, soon circling them around his neck as she moved impossibly closer towards him. Her chest was pressed softly against his as she felt his hands move her hips against him in a slow manner. She pressed her forehead against his as she released a small sigh. "I don't know what you want me to do."

"Whatever feels right," he replied as his hands slowly moved from her hips to her waist, slowly tracing the sides of her torso while his nose softly caressed the side of her jaw, surely taking in her scent while coaxing her to take this chance. She was becoming so intoxicated; she wasn't sure how much more of this hypnosis she could take. She finally felt his fingers ghost against the swell of her breasts and that was all it took – she pressed her mouth against his, moving her lips in a hurried frenzy as she grinded her hips into his. She heard a deep groan emerge from him as she ran her tongue against his bottom lip, pleading for entrance – he quickly obliged.

The moment her tongue slid against his was a moment of euphoria for her. Their kiss became a heated fight for dominance in an instant, neither wanting to lose and neither wanting this kiss to end. She continued to rock her hips against him, enjoying the delicious friction building between them as his obvious approval of this situation pressed against her inner thigh. It was then that she felt his hands push underneath her bra, softly massaging and kneading her sensitive flesh in a slow, erotic manner. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips when she felt his experienced fingers grasp her nipples, providing them with the most sensual ministrations as he used her moment of surprise to move his mouth to the column of her neck, softly nipping and kissing as he continued.

She felt a bit light-headed, but she wouldn't allow this pleasure to stop. She pressed her forehead against his, staring into his lust-filled eyes as she felt one of his hands tracing a line from between her breasts straight down her abdomen, stopping right above her jeans. She glanced down between them, watching as his finger traced a circle around the button of her jeans, patiently awaiting her permission. With a smile, she glanced back up at him before pressing her mouth against his once more.

She soon felt him unbutton her jeans with a flick of his wrist, her zipper soon undoing as it fell victim under his poetic fingers. As his tongue grazed against hers, she felt his hand slowly slide beneath the elastic of her panties as he continued his destination south. The anticipation was killing her – she needed to feel his touch.

She rose above his lap for an instant as she finally felt his hand cup her womanhood. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his skilled finger slide against her slick folds, creating a circuit around her sensitive sweet spot before plunging deep inside her. She moved against him as he added another finger, making sure to keep his mouth on hers to muffle her moans.

So many emotions flooded her mind as so much heat pooled into her lower abdomen – she needed this so badly. Who cared if this was happening on a park bench?

"Mommy! Mommy, look!" she heard a child yell, breaking all of her concentration. "Look over there, Mommy! What are they doing?"

Pan broke their heated kiss the instant he removed his hand from her pants, looking in the direction of the small child as he provided her the honor of readjusting her clothing. She looked just in time to see the upset mother grab her small boy's hand. "Come on, honey. Daddy's looking for us."

"But Mommy, what are they doing?" she heard the small boy ask again as he continued to point in their direction. Pan quickly determined that the child couldn't be older than three – and she had to admit, he was the cutest child she had ever seen. Irony quickly set in as she discovered that this child had soft lavender hair and a pair of crystal blue orbs that perfectly matched the man she was still embarrassingly straddling upon the park bench.

Pan then glanced towards the mother holding a pink bundle of joy in her arms as she struggled to grab the boy's hand. She watched as the boy tried to come closer to her and Trunks, causing her to finally climb off of Trunks's lap and stand upon the pavement once more. The boy smiled towards Pan as he started to run towards her, exclaiming, "I know you!"

Pan turned to look towards Trunks, the splitting image of this small boy, who only shrugged the matter off with a smile.

She then turned back to the small boy, still running towards her. "You know me?"

"Of course I do – you're my Mommy!" The boy smiled as he continued to run towards her.

"What?" The boy finally reached her and wrapped his arms around her legs in the warmest embrace he could muster.

"I love you, Mommy!" he said as he gripped her legs impossibly tighter.

"No, that's your mom," Pan knelt down towards the lavender-haired boy and pointed towards the woman still holding her baby girl in her arms. And that's when Pan realized that looking at this boy's mother was like looking in a mirror. She gasped in shock.

"No, you're my Mommy!" he argued. Pan then watched as his mother ran towards her young son. She had no clue what to do at this point.

Pan glanced back down towards the boy. "I'm so confused."

"Don't be confused, Mommy." He smiled towards her with such love.

Pan looked up at the mother running towards her son just in time to see her trip, soon falling towards the ground – the baby girl fell from her mother's arms and hit the pavement with such impact, causing a small crater to form in the ground. Pan and the mother screamed in horror as the baby girl slid across the ground, her pink blanket protecting her from nothing. Pan raced towards the baby, the young boy right behind her, but somehow Trunks beat her to the infant. But they were all too late.

"What have you done, Pan?" Trunks asked as he held the lifeless infant in his hands, her pink blanket stained crimson.

"What's wrong with my sister, Mommy?" She glanced down to see the small boy tugging on her jeans as tears streamed down his cheeks. "What did you do?"

"Me?" Pan watched as Trunks cradled the infant's head in his large hand, softly stroking her raven-colored hair while begging and pleading for her to make some kind of sound or show some form of life as tears stained his face.

"Please, just open your eyes, baby. Please."

"Trunks, I..." Pan tried to explain, but everything suddenly faded to black.

"Just open your eyes," she felt her body being shaken. "Wake up, Panny."

"What?" Confusion set in as she did as she was told, opening her eyes only to be greeted with a bright light and a blur of lavender.

"Thank God," she heard him sigh as she blocked her sensitive eyes from the light. "You were having a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Pan was still confused as she finally allowed herself to open her eyes and adjust to the light. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure," he shrugged. "I got back from Marron's about an hour ago. You fell asleep watching a movie, I suppose; the television was still on when I got here. But you looked so peaceful sleeping on the couch, I just couldn't wake you. But that was before you started screaming. It took me five minutes to wake you up."

Pan's mind finally realized that it had all been a dream.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek, quickly caught by Trunks's thumb. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head in response, knowing she couldn't have that conversation with him, knowing she couldn't relive that situation, especially not now. How would she start that kind of conversation anyway?

"Come here," she felt herself being pulled against his body as he embraced her in a tight, warm hug. "If you need anything, I'm right here, Panny."

She wanted to smile at his kindness and generosity, but all she could do was cry. She was soaking his shirt with silent tears, but he didn't seem to care – he only held her tighter. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

But she knew it wouldn't be.


Pan released a stressed sigh as she entered the lobby of Capsule Corporations, Inc. A rush of nerves had finally settled into the pit of her stomach as her mind became cluttered with so many memories of this building; she quickly became uneasy. Just breathe, Pan; it's going to be just fine.

With her nightmare still weighing heavy on her mind, Pan attempted to clear her head with a deep, soothing breath – but to no avail. Images of that sweet baby girl haunted her mind and the fact that today was her first day back at Capsule Corporations was just too overwhelming for her. No breathing exercise was going to help calm her today. And as she glanced down at her empty thermos, she quickly realized that coffee wasn't an option either.

She then glanced towards her left, feeling only an ounce of relief that the president of the company himself was now escorting her towards the main elevators. Mustering all the courage she could, she finally chanced a glance around the lobby.

Everything seemed the same – nothing seemed to stick out as unfamiliar as far as the décor was concerned. She didn't recognize many faces, but she did remember a few. But then again, it was still too soon for most employees to be within five blocks of the company's main lobby anyway. She offered kind smiles as she continued her path towards the elevators.

She watched as Trunks pressed a button to summon the elevator. She then heard a familiar curse as he realized how long it would take for the elevator to reach the main lobby. She quickly glanced towards him, watching as he checked the time before she released a small laugh. He tossed a small smile her way, but it was easily recognizable how stressed this CEO was.

"I have a meeting in ten minutes," he explained as he ran a hand through his lavender locks – a nervous habit he picked up a few years back. Pan nodded in understanding, thankful that the elevator doors had finally opened. The two stepped inside as he selected his desired floor.

She then offered him a calming, reassuring smile as she watched him lean against the side of the elevator; he returned the smile, but it didn't go unnoticed that his smile didn't reach his eyes – and it was at that moment she realized how tired his entire body seemed.

The poor man probably didn't catch a minute's rest last night. He had decided that the two would just crash on the couch, that he would be right beside her should she have another horrific dream again. She tried to reason with him, telling him that it wasn't necessary and he needed his sleep, but Trunks was a very stubborn man – once he made his mind up about something, he was intent on making sure that things followed his plan.

And he held her the entire night, making sure he was there for her should she need him.

It warmed her heart, but she felt horrible about the situation. "I'm sorry you didn't get much sleep last night."

"I've worked on much less sleep than this before," he assured her with a smirk.

She quickly glanced towards her feet, finding interest in her shiny black stilettos as she continued, "I just feel terrible."

"You shouldn't," he replied simply. The elevator doors opened once more as the two reached their designated floor. She quickly followed him out of the elevator and into his executive suite.

"The meeting should last all of thirty minutes, if that," he informed her while she watched him collect random files from his desk. "We'll set things up for you as soon as I'm done. Until then, you can just relax here or meet up with some of the employees or get some coffee – whatever you want."

She nodded in response as she felt his arm brush against hers as he headed towards the elevator once more. She then felt him pause for a moment as he softly placed his hand under her chin, bringing her face dangerously close to his. She swore she felt as if her heart were about to burst.

"I know you're going through a lot right now; if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you, Panny. I hope you know that." His words were so kind.

She nodded before allowing a small smile to grace her lips.

"I'll be back soon," he added before pressing his lips against her forehead, lingering only for a moment. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into him, the need to be comforted by this man was becoming too much for her to take. She then felt him distance himself from her as he made his way down the hallway once more, leaving her alone in his enormous office.

A sigh escaped her lips as she watched his figure disappear behind the elevator doors. There was no doubt in her mind that this man would be the death of her.

She turned on her heel, taking in the sight of his executive suite and reveling in the fact that everything was still the same as the day she left. With a soft sigh escaping her lips, she quickly fell into the chair across from his desk and tried to relax a bit. There was just too much going on in her life at the moment; she didn't have time to deal with one situation before a new situation decided to present itself.

Uub... Trunks... Marron...

It was just too much to bear.

With a shake of her head, she attempted to clear her thoughts. She wasn't going to set herself up for complete destruction and devastation before eight o'clock this morning. Instead of allowing her thoughts to derail her, she convinced herself that this was all just nerves and that she simply needed a cup of coffee to help take the edge off.

Making her way through the small lobby just outside of Mr. Briefs' office, she quickly noticed a man exiting one of the elevators, his hands full of several files as his eyes scanned one in particular. He seemed so engrossed in the file, she was afraid to distract his concentration by greeting him. Instead she watched him waltz into the office as she prepared herself her promised cup of coffee – needing the caffeine more than ever.

It took all of two seconds for the man to return to the lobby, searching for someone. "Excuse me, miss?"

She turned on her heel, her cup pressed to her lips.

"I'm sorry," he motioned a bit closer to her. "Do you know where Mr. Briefs is?"

"He's in a meeting," she informed him after allowing the warm liquid to slip down her throat. "He assured me it wouldn't take long – perhaps thirty minutes at the most. You're more than welcome to wait here. Or I can relay a message for you once he's finished."

She watched him consider his options while he glanced at his watch. "I'll wait."

"Would you like some coffee while you wait then?"

"Sure," he nodded as he stepped closer towards her. "Black, please."

She nodded with a smile as she poured his cup. "Same way the boss likes it."

He let out a small laugh. "Oh, how rude of me – I didn't even bother introducing myself. I'm Michael Realms."

She accepted his professional handshake with a smile. "Pan Son."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Son." His smile was breathtaking, she had to admit.

"The pleasure is mine," she awkwardly noticed his hand was still holding hers. Hearing his muttered apology, she gestured towards the seats in the lobby. "Would you like to have a seat, Mr. Realms? He may be a little while longer."

"Would you join me?" he asked once she gave him his cup. She nodded while collecting her own cup and decided it best for her to sit across from him. "Are you his new assistant?"

"I guess you could say that."

"I'm sorry?" His confusion confirmed that Mr. Realms hadn't been a member of Capsule Corporations, Inc. long enough to have heard the story between her and Trunks.

"I've worked here before," she clarified.

"Oh," he nodded, shrugging the matter off without as much as a questionable look. She quickly took in his appearance: dark hair in a bit of disarray, softly falling into dark, mysterious eyes – all signs leading to an obviously perfect smile. She was sure his appearance made many women in the building wonder what exactly was hiding underneath that tailored silk suit of his.

"What is your title, Mr. Realms?" She needed to distract herself.

"It's a very complicated title, Miss Son," he sat his coffee down on the table between them. "I used to be one of his clients, but after some consideration and quite a bit of persuasion from Mr. Briefs, I became one of his partners to help advance his engineering department."

She nodded in understanding. "He can be very persuasive at times."

"Very," he agreed with a smile. "He won't take no for an answer."

A laugh escaped her lips. "I know exactly what you mean." The two quickly fell into a comfortable conversation centered around Trunks's hatred of the word no.

"So, you like him as your boss, then?" he questioned, immediately noticing her look of confusion. "You did come back to him after all."

She took a moment to allow his words to fall heavy on her mind. Is that really what she had done – come back to him? Surely others saw it this way too. She didn't want to seem that desperate, no matter how true those words were.

"Mr. Briefs is a wonderful boss." She finally answered, a smile playing upon her lips.

"He's a wonderful man as well," he commented with a small smile. "May I ask why you left, Miss Son?"

Pan was at a loss of words. Her mouth fell open, her eyes widening in shock – she definitely wasn't expecting him to be so forward. In an attempt to buy her some time, she quickly pressed the cup of coffee to her lips, hoping the hot beverage would warm the blood that seemed to be frozen in her veins now.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "That's none of my concern."

Pan allowed a sympathetic smile to grace her features, "It's just a very long story, Mr. Realms."

He nodded a bit in understanding, soon noticing the elevator doors opening. "Another time then."

Pan offered a small smile towards Mr. Realms, soon glancing over her shoulder in time to see Trunks exiting the elevator and making his way towards them. She watched as the two exchanged pleasantries before standing from her seat and making her way towards her desk across the lobby; she was sure she had files waiting there for her.

"Let's talk about these plans in my office, Mr. Realms," she finally heard Trunks say before stopping in front of her desk. "Do you need any help getting started, Miss Son?"

She quickly glanced up from a file to lock with his gorgeous, blue orbs; the sight was more glorious than she had expected. With a shake of her head she finally answered his question, "I haven't been gone that long, Mr. Briefs."

He nodded softly, a small frown pressed against his lips. "Just let me know if you need anything." She then watched him and Mr. Realms disappear behind his office door.

She returned her attention back to the file at hand, finally releasing a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She poured all of her concentration into the file before her, but she couldn't even get past the first statement written there; she just continued reading the same sentence over and over again. Frustration began to set in; with a sigh, she cradled her head in her hands – she needed a distraction.

At that moment she heard her BlackBerry vibrate from within her purse. Hoping it was Bra, she quickly retrieved the item from her bag. After entering her password to unlock the screen, more bad news was awaiting her.

Uub: Pan, please let me know you're okay. I'm about to jump back on another plane to come rescue you.

With a defeated sigh, Pan finally rested her head against her desk. Officially the worst first day back at work ever.


Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait. I could offer you guys a million excuses, but in all honesty, life has just been chaotic. But I can't thank you guys enough for being faithful readers and reviewers! You guys are truly amazing, thank you! :) I just can't believe it's been as long as it has... Where has the time gone? Again, I sincerely apologize. And as short as this chapter may be, I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm finally getting my inspiration back!