Hehe, notice how I’m stalling the romance? Don’t worry It’ll come soon. That’s why in the last chapter Trunks said the wedding would come sooner. How much sooner? Look at the title of this chapter! Enough said, I don’t own DBZ, and enjoy.

~PanHopeNvs~

"Pan!" said Trunks as he entered her room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" asked Pan rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, but this can’t wait. I just thought you’d like to know that," Trunks paused, "Our wedding is scheduled for tomorrow."

"WHAT?" asked Pan face-vaulting, "TOMORROW?!"

"Yes," said Trunks taking a step back, "Is that okay with you?"

"What do you think?" asked Pan with her hands on her hips, "You think I appreciate people planning my life without even consulting me?"

"I’m sorry!" said Trunks, "but we’ve got to get on with it sometime or the other, so it might as well be tomorrow."

"Does it have to be tomorrow?" asked Pan pleadingly.

"Yeah," said Trunks, "The dressmakers are going to take your measurements now, and they will have your dress ready by the morning."

Pan stood in shock with her mouth wide open as some maids came into her room and began to take her measurements using tape measures. When she regained her composure she sent a death glare at Trunks.

He just laughed and stalked out of the room. Pan sighed and let the maids continue with the measurements. When they were finished one of the older girls got out a sketchbook and began to ask Pan questions.

"What colour would you like your dress to be, milady?" she asked kindly.

"Black!" said Pan, just to spite Trunks, but the maid was too nice.

"Oh, no, milady!" she said shaking her head, "Me knows you are angry at milord, but he himself said that ye look like an angel in white."

Pan’s mouth dropped open and she put up a hand to cover it. Trunks said that? She thought in shock. He has never paid me a true compliment before. When has he seen me wearing white? Oh yeah! When I was wearing my white nightgown and he kidnapped me… He thought I looked like an angel?

Pan didn’t realize that she was blushing until she heard the maid giggle.

"Are ye still mad at milord?" asked the maid.

"Oh, no!" said Pan smiling, "Thank you for telling me that Miss…"

"Call me Agatha," said the maid.

Pan smiled dreamily, "Did he really say that about me?"

"Oh, yes!" said Agatha, "Me heard him with me very own ears."

"Then make my dress white!" decided Pan. She didn’t know why Trunks’ compliment lifted her spirits so much, but it certainly did. Agatha grinned.

"Arm-less, short-sleeved or long-sleeved?" asked Agatha.

"I don’t know," said Pan frowning, "I don’t have very good taste when it comes to dresses, for I rarely wear them. Perhaps you should choose for me, Agatha."

Agatha gasped, "Are you sure milady? That’s a mighty big job for a maid to do!"

"Oh, yes!" said Pan, "I trust that you will design the perfect dress for me."

"Oh, thank you, milady!" said Agatha bowing, "You shall not regret this!"

"I know," said Pan. As Agatha turned to leave, Pan called, "Agatha?"

"Yes, milady?"

"Thank you," said Pan. Agatha grinned and left.

Pan plopped down on her bed and sighed. He said that I look like an angel in white. So? What do I care? I don’t care…Do I?

* * *
The next day Pan woke up early as usual. She got up and walked out onto her balcony. She smiled at the beautiful morning that would start the day. My wedding day. As the thought crossed her mind Pan froze.

She didn’t feel ready to be getting married. She still wanted to go out on adventures with her friends, be stubborn towards her parents, run away from home, and do tons of other fun stuff that she enjoyed doing.

She recalled the time her father had arranged for her to be married to… Well, she’d rather not think about it. Those days were horrible, when she thought that she would have to spend the rest of her life married to…yuck! Even the thought grossed her out.

Pan had refused to marry …him, and her father had sent her away as a punishment. But now she had to marry Trunks, there was no escaping it. She might even find happiness. Just maybe. She would be living in the beautiful kingdom of Felipna.

Was she ready for this marriage? Pan remembered what Trunks had said before, friends. She supposed it would be bearable to be married to a friend. Pan walked inside her room and began pacing back and forth.

Am I ready for this? She kept on asking herself that question. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to back out of this decision, so she might as well go into the wedding with her head held high. Pan turned when she heard a knock at her door.

She walked towards it and opened it. She smiled to see Agatha there.

"Milady, your dress is ready!" she exclaimed. She walked into the room with a few maids following her. They held the dress along with other accessories. The maids held up the dress for examination.

"Oh, it’s beautiful!" cried Pan gazing at the dress in wonder. For her to compliment a dress it’s gotta be good. "You made this all in one night?"

"Aye!" said Agatha, "The maids will help you put it on."

So Pan allowed her self to be dressed by the maids. Then they fixed her hair. When they were done they pushed her in-front of a full length mirror. Pan gasped at her reflection. She looked beautiful.

She laughed and twirled around. The skirt of the dress swished around her ankles sparkling with the glitters on the fabric. She heard her door creak open and she saw Bra walk in. Bra was wearing a pretty pink dress.

"Wow! Pan, is that you?" asked Bra, "You look great! I can’t believe that you’re gonna be my sister-in-law in a couple of hours! Isn’t that so cool!" Bra hugged Pan and grinned.

"My brother is gonna love how you look in that dress!"

Pan blushed and turned to look at Bra.

"Well, my future sister-in-law, shall we get going?" asked Pan smiling, but inside she was dead nervous.

"Yes!" exclaimed Bra, "Let’s go!" So the girls made their way down the stairs into the great hall where everyone was. When the princesses entered everyone turned to look at them.

Trunks came forward and took Pan’s hand and kissed it.

"We are going to be married in the courtyard," he said, "Does that please you?"

Pan couldn’t get words to come out of her throat so she simply nodded. She followed Trunks outside. Bra nudged Pan and whispered:

"You’re going to be married outside in the courtyard! Among all the roses in full bloom!" Bra sighed, "How romantic!"

* * *

After the wedding itself was over, everyone went their separate ways to talk and socialize among the guests. Pan couldn’t really remember the wedding, it went by so quickly. She remembered repeating some words, as if in a dream, then she distinctly heard someone say ‘You may kiss the bride’.

Pan remembered the kiss. It was the only part she enjoyed, although she would admit that to no one, not even herself. She scanned the crowd and saw Trunks talking with some people. No place for her there.

Then she saw Bra…with Goten….flirting. Pan definitely did not want to interrupt them. Pan really couldn’t find anywhere that she would fit in so she walked over to a rose bush and played with the flowers. They were so beautiful and dark…

Pan felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up. It was Trunks. Her husband. She forced a smile.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Listen, Pan…" said Trunks hesitantly, "Could you do me a favor?"

"What?" asked Pan, wondering what he had in mind.

"Well…just for one evening…could we act as a newly wed couple should?" he asked pleadingly.

"I…guess," said Pan gasping at the request.

"A happy newly wed couple?" he asked.

"Um…" Pan looked up at him, "How exactly does a happy newly wed couple act?"

Trunks gazed into Pan’s eyes. "Like this…" he said before devouring her lips in a passionate kiss.

Ha! You didn’t see that coming did ya? Sorry for the cliff-hanger, but this fic is still far from over. New chapters coming soon, but only if you………….

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(should I write a lemon? I’m not even old enough to read lemons, much less write em, but I’m debating whether or not I should make Pan and Trunks’ wedding night a lemon. Then I’ll have to change the rating. Please tell me what I should do!!!)