... "Why do I have these feelings, now?!"
Trunks was alone in his room. He sat on his bed, wearing his traditional uniform (black shirt, khaki pants, blue bandana), sans-trenchcoat. It was late at night, and his male urges started to kick in.
"I know!" He thought. It was risky, and it was sickening, in a way, but what better way to exxagerate his need. Besides, there weren't any other women within 5,000,000 miles, and he SURE AS HELL wasn't going to turn gay.
Trunks snuck out of bed. He peered into Goku's room -- sound asleep, and sueeounded by food scraps. That meant that Goku'd been on another food binge -- he wouldn't wake up for hours.
Then Trunks moved on to Pan's room, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came the muffled reply.
Pan's door opened. "Whaddaya want, Trunks? It's late."
"I want to show you womething."
Trunks and Pan stopped in a room down the hall. Once in it, Trunks locked the titanium-reinforced door.
Trunks took a few steps forward and fell right on top of Pan.
He pinned her to the floor as she struggled to get free. "Trunks?! What the Hell are you doin'?!"
Trunks held a hand up in front of her face. "Make one sound and I'll blow off your friggin' head."
Pan settled down.
"Now," Trunks continued, "first thing's first." He placed a hand on Pan's chest. It was somewhat flat ... but it wou...