"Tell me again why I agreed to come," Trunks muttered as he followed behind Pan as she pushed a shopping cart.
"Because," she turned around to look at him with a grin. "Bulma needed a few things for the cookout and Bulla volunteered me and her to go, so I volunteered you to drive and for Goten to pay for it all."
"Hm," the lavender-haired man crossed his arms.
"Oh, come on," Pan giggled. "Stop being a sour puss."
Trunks raised a brow, "I'm not being a sour puss."
"Hey, what did Bulma say we needed again?" Goten asked, leaning over the cart.
"Go-nii, get off!" Pan huffed, shaking the cart. "You're heavy!"
Goten laughed as Bulla walked up with the list. "It looks like Mama needed... Everything," she frowned.
"Everything?" Trunks repeated with a groan.
"Here, let me see," Pan took the list. Her eyes widened as she looked it over... Bulma really did need a bunch of stuff. "Okay..." Pan folded the paper neatly before carefully tearing it in half. She gave Bulla one half and kept the other. "We'll get it done quicker if we split up."
"You're right," Bulla smiled.
"Come on," Pan grabbed Trunks' arm, and grinned. "You know you're with me."
"Where's Goten?" Bulla raised a brow. In just that short amount of time, the man had seemed to disappear.
"I'll give you one guess," Trunks smirked.
"I swear, if he's at that food court..." Bulla muttered, walking off with her own cart.
"So what do we need to get?" Trunks leaned over towards Pan.
She looked at the list again. "Milk, eggs, biscuits, butter, flour, sugar, baking-" she stopped suddenly when Trunks leaned down to kiss her. A light blush invaded her cheeks and she blinked up at him as he pulled away. "What was that for...?"
Trunks shrugged, a smirk playing on his face and he licked his lips. "I thought you looked cute."
Pan's cheeks were flaming. "Aren't you a smooth talker," she smiled.
"Oh, I try to be," he winked. "Come on, Panna... Let's hurry up and get this stuff so we can leave."
Pan laughed, pushing the cart as Trunks walked beside it. They went down the list, finding the stuff easily since it was a familiar store to them both.
"When we get married and have kids will you help me shop?" Pan asked Trunks with a grin as they got close to finishing their list.
He looked over at her, an eyebrow raised and a sly smile on his lips. "You would be willing to take whatever kids we have shopping?"
"Why wouldn't I?" She pouted.
"'Cause if they're our children, they'll probably be hellions," Trunks laughed.
"Hm, I wonder who they'd get it from," Pan gave him a pointed look with an amused grin.
"Their mother, of course," he smirked, grabbing a handful of ramen and placing it in the cart.
"Trunks, that wasn't on the list," Pan reminded him.
"I know, I just want it."
Pan sighed, "it won't be the children I'll have to worry about, it'll be their father..."
Trunks grinned, turning to look at her. "I'll teach them everything I know."
"Teach who everything you know?" Bulla raised a brow as she walked up with Goten, who was pushing a cartload.
"Uh, B-Chan... I don't think Bulma needs all that..." Pan told her friend softly.
"She doesn't," Bulla sighed. "But Goten kept finding stuff he wanted."
"Hey, I'm hungry!" The male Son frowned.
Trunks looked at Pan, a brow raised. "At least I'm not that bad..."
"Thank Kami," Pan agreed.