Finding Inspiration

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT.

"As you may see, the explosion of red and orange centered near the unidentified young man highlights one's inner fire and reflection. Red, the color of blood, suitably stands for passion and vitality."

The guide finished his explanation with a flourish, ending his last hand gesture towards the magnanimous painting. It was grand indeed; standing ten feet by twelve, bright gold frames lined the edge. Suitably, the frames matched the subject within. A tall man is sitting on pure, white sand while the ocean waves splashed gently on his feet. Though his face is turned away, a pensive smile can be guessed. The glowing sunset illuminated the figure and background, reducing everything to a dreamy atmosphere.

The onlookers in this hourly museum tour nodded their agreements. However, a hand slowly rose in the background.

An overly sweet voice questioned, "Maybe the sun really was setting at the time and the artist just paint what she saw."

He did not look pleased at being questioned. "There is always a meaning behind everything. That is what makes this painting so deep." The guide focused his eyes back on the entire group. "Now if there are no more questions, this concludes the tour."

The crowd dispersed, leaving the curious woman with the sweet voice holding hands with an equally mysterious man. They walked forward and stood directly before the artwork.

"It really was setting at the time. I wasn't trying to be romantic." She sighed exaggeratingly, mildly irritated.

A small laugh escaped her companion. "I know Pan. After all, I was there."

Pan joins in the laughter and unclasped their hands, only to embrace him in a super tight hug. "You know," she began in a sly voice, "you were so beautiful lying on the sand that I had the sudden urge….to just….."

Her fingers began moving south, slowly and seductively. Trunks, despite being in worse ordeals than this, began to sweat buckets. Sure, he was suave and his reputation as a lady's man was renowned, but this was Pan! Nothing was safe with her; she was just so unpredictable.

Then his lewd side returned. Being a healthy male, he was definitely interested and being in a museum was a nice twist…..

"Yes, yes!" He prompted quickly.

Her hands flew to his shoulders and began shaking him. "Shake, shake, shake," Pan laughed gleefully at Trunk's stunned, stony face. But to her disappointment, he recovered and grinned soon after.

"Saving the rough stuff for the wedding night, eh?" This man had no shame!

Her face twisted into a playful pout. "Maybe I won't marry you after all." Turning on her heels, she sidestepped him and began walking to the museum entrance. Good humouredly, the lavender haired man followed but soon began whining like a puppy. Sighing, Pan stopped and waited for him to catch up. She always forgave him easily when he does that act. It was a weakness he exploited often.

Without words, the two joined hands yet again. As they passed through the entrance and into the sunny outside, their grip on each other remained firm and strong. Like their new, exciting, and frightening journey ahead, they are reminded that they will always have each other to rely on. No more suffering in the dark and no more aimless wandering through life. Because Pan had finally found Trunks.

End

AN: Yes, this really is the end. It is two/three chapters short of what I had planned, but I have lost interest in this fic. I still love T/P and always will; their undying friendship and strong bond in Dragonball GT has impacted me in a way that I will never forget. However, sadly I have moved onto other things. Perhaps I will write another T/P fic in the future that won't take me years to finish. :)

Reviewers, thank you for everything. You were the ones that have pushed me to finish this. Without your encouragement, Trunks and Pan wouldn't have gotten anywhere. :) THANK YOU!

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