"T-Trunks?"  Pan looked up, her ebony eyes locking with the lavendar-haired man's brilliant sky-blue pupils,  "Trunks, what's wrong?"  He didn't usually behave like this.  So quiet, so....on edge.  It scared her slightly to see him acting so strangely....so....'un-Trunks-like' for lack of a better word.  

"Pan I...." He started, but withdrew just as quickly, his pale cheeks flushing crimson.

The saiya-girl, in all her wariness, stepped foreward, putting a hand on his arm.  "It's okay, Trunks.  Whatever it is you have to say, I'm here.  There's no reason to be nervous."  

She smiled at him, only fueling the blush on his face and he fell back, turning away so she wouldn't have to see.

"No Pan, you....you wouldn't...."

"Wouldn't what?"  She echoed curiously, hurt by his withdrawal but aware there must have been a reason for it.  

He sighed, his broad shoulders sagging forward, “It's not something I can say so easily."  He confessed, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair--a nervous habit he'd picked up during their Grand Tour throughout space.  

Pan frowned, her own hands finding a way to her hips.  "Trunks, if you don't tell me what's bothering you right now, I'm going to go home."  She said curtly, turning towards the door.  however, she'd not even reached the handle before a firm grasp on her wrist caused her to spin around, until she stood face to face with a madly blushing, lavender-haired half-saiyan. Although it looked as though he wasn't going to say anything, a perplexed look from Pan caused him to finally blurt out the truth.

"I....I love you."  he cried.