The basis of this one is a self-created legend that women become sirens, a similar creature to mermaids, when their soul mate breaks their heart. Pan 'thinks' Trunks cheated on her; and I'll elaborate on this further, and the result is that Pan is a Siren. More information on Sirens later on in the story. Ok, this oneshot was a little too inspiring, so its going to be a four or five chapter fic. Lol, i hate when this happens!
Pan's POV
"Doesn't he know how to take a hint? Panny, you want me to get rid of him?" Bra asked softly, glowering at the name that had been popping up on my cell phone all that evening. I nodded mutely and hugged my pillow to my chest. I felt her lips on my forehead, "I'm not going to let him get away with this, Panny, don't worry." My own response was to bury my head in the pillow I held a start silently weeping as I recalled the events that led to the hellish pain tearing through my soul...
... I smiled at Trunks's secretary as I walked by, carrying our lunch for the afternoon, "Hi, Sarah." She waved me by, "Go right on in, Ms. Son." I walked into Trunks's office, carrying our lunch, "Trunks, I brought... lunch..." my jaw fell at the sight in front of me. Trunks was sitting at his desk, several buttons on his shirt undone, lipstick smeared on his throat. A woman with naturally white hair and silver eyes stood over him, clad only in her underwear and pantyhose... and she was smirking deviously at me. "What's wrong, Pan," she sneered, "never seen a man and a woman about to have sex?" I ignored her and turned my eyes to Trunks, staring at him pleadingly, "Trunks... why?" He stood up, revealing that his belt was undone, "Panny, please, this isn't what it looks like-"
"Then what is it? Because it sure looks like you're about to cheat on me." I said harshly, "What, am I not good enough for you? Not unique enough? Not PRETTY ENOUGH!?" My voice built into a scream. "How about not mature enough. Or old enough, even." The white haired woman spoke again, and I glared at her, "You stay the fuck out of this, bitch, this has nothing to do with you!" she smirked, "It has everything to do with me, because I'm the one who's taking your man." I surged towards her, but a wall of muscle kept me at bay. I stared up at his cerulean blue eyes, "Oh, what happened to 'Pan, it's not what it looks like'?" I hissed, pushing him away from me, "Well, listen to this, Trunks Vegeta Briefs. You can HAVE that whore, because we're done!" with that, I turned on my heel and ran, taking the food with me. There was NO way that whore was going to eat the food I bought. The tears ran down my numb cheeks as I made my way out of the building and headed to the living quarters. I barely made it to Bra's room before breaking down in front of her, crying hysterically. Bra hugged me tightly, murmuring comforts as I whimpered into her chest, "He cheated, he cheated, he cheated... Bra, it hurts..."
Pan's POV *current time*
I was curled up in a ball, feeling utterly miserable, in my bed. Bra and Marron were in the living room of my house, screaming down the phone at my now ex-boyfriend, who was being quite adamant in his attempts to come and see me. Bra was her mother's daughter and she wasn't having it. I involuntarily flinched as she called him something you'd only hear at the docks. I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to take my shower. The events of the day had utterly exhausted me, and I wanted nothing more than to just relax and try to unwind...
I carefully started the shower at the temperature I preferred and got a fresh towel and my favorite body-wash from the cabinet. My pajamas were neatly folded on counter beside the sink. I walked over to the mirror and peered into it, sighing at what I saw. I looked aged, as though a million years had gone by in just one day. My entire being just seemed dull and dragging. A mournful sigh slipped through my lips as the tears began to form again. A small flare of anger ran through me. Why couldn't I stop crying over this man? This man, who took my heart, ripped it to shreds and stomped on it? Why couldn't I stop wasting my precious tears on him? I turned away from the mirror, unable to take it anymore, and slowly stripped down until I was bare. I stepped over my clothing and got into the shower, sighing as the hot water fell over me, loosening my tight, stressed body. I grabbed my poof, poured some pomegranate scented body wash on it, and started lathering myself up, just like any normal shower. This one was about to take a turn for the strange...
A sudden stretching, tearing, crunching pain enveloped my lower body, and I collapsed under the hot spray of water. My legs were twitching and writhing on their own, bones snapping, muscles stretching, and skin tearing. The pain was so intense, I couldn't even work up a scream, instead watching as the inseams of my legs tore open, from the apex of my thighs to the tips of my big toe, and muscles, bones, and skin merged together. My hand shot out to grip the wall-mounted soap dish as the pain soldiered on, burning and melding things... bone to bone, muscle to muscle, ligament to ligament. My feet merged at the heels and flattened, spreading out into what was clearly a fishtail. I threw my head back and unleashed the scream that had been fighting my body to escape. Diagonal line patterns crisscrossed my skin, creating scales. Slowly, the scales turned from my skin tone to a very familiar lilac. Scales formed on my breasts, hiding my extremities. My hair, once only at mid-back length, seemed to just overflow. It now reached my knees... or what were my knees. The pain went away, and I stared at my new body in shocked silence, wondering if this were a sick and twisted dream. I tried to kick my legs, and the tail gave a powerful flick. I felt the power muscles within it flex below my waist, and frightened tears just fell from my eyes. Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped aside, and Bra and Marron were standing over me, matching expressions of shock on their faces...
*few moments later*
Together, Marron and Bra helped me get out of the tub and onto a bunch of towels on the bathroom floor. Bra had gone to get her Mac, and she was tapping away on it, eyes flitting over the information. Marron was on my laptop, also searching for answers. I just laid there like a beached whale, lost in my thoughts. Bra cursed, and all eyes looked to her. "This isn't good... this is not good." I propped myself up on my elbows, "What is it? What'd you find?" she sighed and began reading from the database she'd found, "The Siren's Curse... When a woman's heart is broken, or she is betrayed in some unforgiving way, the negative energy and emotions from the sudden change in the woman's aura transforms the woman into a Siren. Not to be confused with their docile cousin; the Mermaid, Sirens are heartless, unforgiving murderers of men when the full moon strikes them. During the day, Sirens are normal human woman, except that if they are to encounter moisture, they would transform into their aquatic form and expose themselves. At night, it is near impossible for them to ignore the Call of the Sea, and even more so during a full moon. The only way for a Siren to revert back into a human woman is for them to find love with the man who betrayed them again." My jaw fell, "I can't... Bra, he cheated on me, I can't possibly take him back..." Bra shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you. Either you find it in yourself to take him back, or you get to watch everyone you know and love grow old and die. It's your choice." She stood up and left the room, obviously annoyed. I laid back on the floor, "I'm doomed..."
Trunks's POV *earlier that day*
... My head snapped up as my office door swung open, "Panny, did you bring lunch." A soft giggle that I didn't recognize made me look closer. A woman with wavy white hair and sharp silver eyes crept into my office, dressed in an ivory trench coat. "Hello, President Trunks." she cooed, gliding over to me. "Who are you and why are you here?" I snapped, irritated. Pan would be here any minute for our lunch date, and I couldn't afford for her to find me in here with this woman. "I'm Érchontai, but you can call me your new girlfriend." She removed the coat, revealing a tight silver dress, black panty hose, garters, and five inch black and silver heels. (If you watch Beyoncé's video for 'Dance for You', it's like that.) "I have a girlfriend who I'm planning on marrying." She scoffed, "You mean Hercule Satan's Granddaughter? What do you want with a little tomboy plain Jane like her?" I stood up, growling softly, "She's far more beautiful than you'll ever be, so you're wasting your time." Before I could even register, she was suddenly in front of me, yanking the top four buttons of my shirt open, and sucking on my neck, smearing her lipstick all over my skin. I blinked, how did she move so fast. "I'm not," she effortlessly pushed away my hands as I tried to grab her, "human, Trunksie. I thought it was obvious by my hair color." She easily restrained both of my hands in her and unbuckled my belt, "You've never met an enemy quite like me. You see, if you power up while I'm touching you," the ki that I'd built up suddenly vanished, and I couldn't will it to return. Érchontai smirked, "I drain your ki. You can keep powering up, but eventually... I'll drain you dry." My head began to spin, and she smiled, "You just tried to power up quite a bit, and it's costing you now. You can barely move, can you?" listless, I nodded once, and her red-lipped demoness smile grew wider as she undid the tie on the front of her dress. I was too weak to even lift my head, and I cursed myself for trying to go SSJ2 right off of the bat. I had to admit, she was beautiful; abnormally so. It shouldn't be possible for anyone to look the way she did. Sloping hour glass figure, full lips and big silver eyes, she might have looked innocent if it weren't for the fact that she was about to destroy my love life. "Your girlfriend's about to come in, and I can't have you looking drugged, or she'll think I was a crazy fan girl trying to rape you or something. At that moment, my energy returned, and the door swung open, "Trunks, I brought... lunch..." Pan's jaw fell at the sight in front of her. Her eyes landed on Érchontai, and then flitted over my disheveled form. "What's wrong, Pan," she sneered, "never seen a man and woman about to have sex?" Pan ignored her, staring at me pleadingly, "Trunks... why?" I stood up, and her eyes flitted downwards, towards my unbuckled belt, "Pan, it's not what it looks like?" Her temper flared, and her eyes became black fire.
"Then what is it? Because it sure looks like you're about to cheat on me." Her voice was colder than an Artic night, and her eyes even more so, "What is it, am I not good enough? Not unique enough? Not PRETTY ENOUGH?!" She screamed. Érchontai cut in at that moment, "How about not mature enough? Or old enough even?" Pan turned her glare onto her, and I inwardly smirked, "You stay the fuck out this, bitch, this has nothing to do with you!" the she-demon shot her a grin, "Oh, but I do. I'm the woman who's taking your man." Pan lunged towards her, and the bitch's voice entered my mind, 'Stop her, Trunks.' my body bent to her will, and I moved in front of Pan, stopping her from doing what I wanted her to do. She glared up at me, "Oh, what happened to 'Pan, it's not what it looks like'?" she hissed venomously, shoving me away from him. I stared at her, unable to speak thanks to the she-devil controlling my body.
"Well, listen to this, Trunks Vegeta Briefs. You can HAVE that whore because we're DONE!" with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, taking the food with her. I guess, considering what had happened, she didn't want to give Érchontai that satisfaction of getting to eat it. I stood there, frozen, and the demoness wrapped herself around me, "It's better this way, Trunks, now you can be with a REAL woman." Tears began running down my cheeks, but I still couldn't move. I could sense Pan running into Capsule Corp, her ki spiking minutely with her roiling emotions. "I'll let you have tonight to call her and tell her lies, but tomorrow... tomorrow you're mine..." I shivered in revulsion as she licked the inside of my right ear, and then she vanished, leaving me full of disgust, revulsion, and feeling violated. Pan... the tears wouldn't stop falling. I had to make this right, no matter what...
"Bra, please, you don't understand, I need to talk to her!" I begged, holding the phone desperately. I was free from that witches control, but every time I tried to tell someone what she'd done, my tongue turned into a lump of iron in my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tell anyone what happened to me, and what was going to happen to me.
"I don't give a shit, you two-faced motherfucking bastard." I flinched at the coldness in her voice, "Bra-" She cut me off, "No, you shut the fuck up. I don't want to fucking hear your shit. Stop calling Pan's phone. You sure didn't care this much when she walked in on you about to fuck that bitch, so why give a damn now? Pan went into fucking hysterics over your ass! She loves you, how could you do this to her?!" I bit my lip, "Bra, no, you don't understand, I was-" my tongue became heavy and refused to move. "You were what? Horny and needed a fuck? Why the hell couldn't you wait for Pan to get there? Typical man; can't control your god damn urges like a fucking bitch in heat." I groaned, "Bra, she snuck into my office and-" once again, my tongue went limp. "What, snuck in and slipped something in your drink? Try again, dumb ass. That's about as believable as the Ginyu Force not being queer, you piece of shit. You know what, I'm done. Don't call me, don't call Pan, and don't call Marron because we're not picking-" an agonized shriek in the background paused her rant, and she cursed softly. "Bra, what was that-"
"None of your fucking business." And the line went dead. I threw my phone at the wall, cursing colorfully.
"Oh my, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I turned and glared at Érchontai, "You're damn right I do, you sick fuck." She snorted, "I've watched you from afar, Trunks Briefs, and I'm not going to let you go. You see, I didn't do this for you. I just wanted to watch Pan suffer." My eyes widened, "What do you mean?" she smirked, "I've never been fond of her because she's nothing to me, and yet she has everything. The fame, the fortune, you. I just want to watch her crumble for once, and if I played my cards just right... she'll never be able to get this day out of her head. Ever. I'm not going to explain anything to you, even though you won't be able to tell anyone what you know. Remember, you're mine. All mine. I may only be able to control your body because your mind is strong, but you'll slip as the heartache gets to your head, and I'll own you entirely, simply for the joy of lording you over Pan as she suffers under the katára seirí̱nas. With you under my control, she'll never be able to break the curse." I stared at her, horrified. How could she be so evil? She walked away laughing, "Enjoy your last night with free will, because when the sun rises tomorrow, we'll step out on the town together, mistress and slave." I slumped in my chair, unable to keep the tears from falling, Panny...
No POV
Goten pulled his ear away from the office door, horrified. Trunks is being controlled? I've got to tell Bra. He turned on his heel and left the office building, launching into flight once he got outside. He had to get to Pan's house and tell her about the woman.
Pan's POV *that night*
I groaned and pushed my face into the couch, "It's unbearable..." Bra rubbed my back comfortingly, "Shh, you'll get through this. We're not going to let you slip." Marron nodded in agreement, "You can fight this, Panny." I nodded, slowly rubbing my face against the soft couch fabric. The Sea's Call was loud in my ears, pulling on my body like the strings on a puppet. It was all I could do to keep from flying to Kame Island and going for a swim. I could almost feel the water running over my body, my tail pumping against the cool blue expanse, propelling me along... I cursed loudly and clenched my fists, wondering if this was what withdrawal felt like. At that moment, the door burst open, and the Call just seemed to intensify, "Kami..." My Uncle entered the living room, and Bra hugged me, "Calm down, sweetie, calm down. Don't cry... please, don't cry. If you cry, you'll transform and it'll get even worse." I wailed into the couch, my hands burying themselves in the cushion.
"Panny, are you alright?" Goten knelt down so I could look him in the face. At that moment, I lost all control and surged towards the door. "Goten, grab her!" muscled arms wrapped around my body, and I began kicking and screaming, "I want to swim! Let me swim! Just for a while, please!" I didn't even think to flare my ki; I just wanted to feel the ocean around my body... "What's wrong with her?" Goten demanded. "She's cursed. She's a Siren. If we let her go, she'll kill someone. There's a full moon out there." Marron began explaining the legend, and I finally broke free and sprinted out of the house.
"PAN!" I ignored their screams and launched into flight, headed straight for the ocean.
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming... almost there, almost there, almost there... I didn't slow when the ocean came into view, I just dove straight in. this time the transformation was painless, and I gave myself over to the Siren...
Boys, I'm coming for you...
My third one-shot. So, I'm still brainstorming on the second part of my second one shot, so I started this one up. Let me know what you think.