Chapter 1
Pan awoke only a couple of hours later. She was still in his arms, she noted as she shifted and she sighed contently as she curled up against him again. Only then she jumped up, cursing under her breath. "What time is it? Oh, at least past three. I should have never... Dad's gonna kill me!! Where's my bra..." She glanced around frantically, trying to locate the missing piece of clothing. "Damnit, I should've gone home hours ago, I can already hear mom's preaching again. 'You might be only home for the summer, but that doesn't mean that you can use your parent's house as your room in the city. You will have the respect for us that we deserve, young lady, and twenty-three or not, you are just asking for grounding.' And when dad finds out what I've been doing..."
Low chuckling made her look up from her searching and muttering, and she looked into his iceblue eyes. Her heart jumped. She'd never seen him like this before; his eyes full of mirth, the sheer happiness he seemed to be radiating. As if everything at this very moment was perfect. She half smiled; if it hadn't been for her parents, everything had been perfect.
He didn't say a word, just looked at her as she retrieved her clothes and dressed as well as possible (she couldn't find her panties back, but she wasn't going to ask him, he was already laughing at her). Only when she was ready to go she looked at him again, suddenly shy even after what they had done, or maybe because of that. "I..." she began, uncertain.
"I'll see you," he then said, suddenly sincere, looking deeply into her eyes. She could only stare back, sure that her mouth would not work. There he was, still sitting on the ground, buttnaked, and saying the words she most wanted to hear. She so did not want to leave, but with a father like hers she had no choice. Adult or not, college student or not, when she was in her parents' house, she had to listen to them.
"Yes," she whispered when she found her voice back. She didn't even dare to kneel down and kiss him goodbye, so she levitated and after one more look at him, flew back to her house.
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Pan heaved a sigh of relief when she pulled the bedroom door closed behind her. She dropped down on her bed, staring at the wallpaper dreamily. With her saiyan hearing she could still hear her father mutter downstairs as he got ready to go to bed. Grinning vaguely she pulled herself up from the bed and started undressing herself. Her parents had indeed been pissed when she'd slipped into the house, and they'd been waiting for her so they could yell at her when they were still angry.
She looked up in the mirror when she peeled of her bra and grimaced at her reflection. Bitemarks in her neck, leaves in her hair, fingerprints on her hips and no panties. She was a mess, but she'd never felt better when looking at herself.
She walked closer to the mirror, tracing her fingers over the blueish fingerprints.
He couldn't be human. No matter how strong, a human could not bruise her flesh. She had doubted before, doubted even his existance because she could not feel his ki. But he was real, the bruises on her hips told her that.
She wondered again, as she had many nights. He knew her race, her family, he knew enough to be an insider. Now that she knew he knew all this, she could only come to one conclusion: he was Juunanagou, number seventeen, Juuhachigou's brother. A cyborg and one of Goku's former enemies. She knew nothing about him, had never seen him before that one day in the club, had never been introduced to him by his family. From what she'd heard, he hid in his cabin in the forest. Marron didn't talk about him often. She had maybe never even met him, he didn't seem to be the social type. She reckoned Juuhachigou must visit him, but one could never know.
A cyborg. Like Juuhachigou, he was as good as a human could possibly get. They both had frighteningly perfect bodies and a good deal of Dr. Gero's genius, though they lacked that perfectness in character, as she knew well from Juuhachigou.
Her trail of thought halted. Juuhachigou... They were twins. But why did Juunanagou look only her age, while Juuhachigou seemed more Videl's age?
She looked at the mirror, looking into her own deep black eyes, carefully touching the dark shades under them. She was tired. Physically exhausted but emotionally fulfilled. Unlike she thought, used to think before him, sex wasn't just physical. Before, no matter how good, it wouldn't completely satisfy her, always leave her feeling empty and alone. Now, she felt... perfect.
She glanced at her reflection and smiled. That was exactly it. No matter how she looked, she felt perfect. It was the best feeling in the world.
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Wah. I reckoned this was R, not NC-17. So sorry if I'm wrong…
