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Bura-sama
Thursday. May. 23. 2002
Thursday. May. 23. 2002
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Warnings: Eh.. My poor excuse for humor. There's death in the second chapter. Sex in the third. Some implied shounen-ai in the first chapter (for humor only). No Pan bashing, no one is paired with anyone non-cannon... This is Nappa and Pan.
When the Fog Lifts, When the Smoke Fades
Chapter Two
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Pan couldn't get the image out of her mind. Ever since Marron had told her about the dream she had had of Trunks and Goten, Pan was repulsively obsessed. She had immediately started going through past conversations, things that Trunks and Goten would do to each other. It was sick, and yet... fascinating.
"Ugh, that's an awfully small stick."
Pan's head whipped up to the sound of voices, and she realized that she was home. Her grandmother had hung up sheets which were blowing in the wind. They smelled of lavender. Fresh flowers sat in a vase on the window sill. The sky seemed brighter, the air smelled cleaner. She looked around but didn't see her grandmother anywhere. For a brief moment, she wanted to really be home, with her parents. But, they weren't due back from their vacation for another week. In fact, her father--
"Well, your stick isn't any bigger." Pan's eyes grew wide as she recognized Trunks's voice.
"It's the best I have!" Goten shouted back. Pan could see the silhouettes moving from behind the sheet. "You never complained before!"
Pan's hand darted up to her mouth and she felt very sick.
"Let's just get on with it."
"Fine!" She saw Goten move closer to Trunks, and then heard Trunks groan as he fell slack in Goten's grasp.
"You're no good at this Goten. Let's do something different."
She saw them touching each other and turned away. She needed to get away from her uncle and his "friend."
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Trunks landed a punch to Goten's abdomen and watched with triumph as the younger man doubled over. He smirked proudly and crossed his arms over his chest. The boring day had just gotten a little better. Gardening for ChiChi hadn't been very fun. Using some twigs that they had found nearby, they had tried to aerate the soil. Goten had complained that it wasn't working very well, and they had quit. What did he want him to do? Cut down a tree? Sparring hadn't been much fun, until, of course, Trunks had started landing in some solid blows.
"Ka..."
Trunks's head whipped up to see Goten gathering energy.
"...Me..."
Goten had that goofy grin on his face. It wouldn't be a big blast.
"...Ha..."
"...Me..."
Trunks considered blocking the blast, but instead decided that he would dodge it. It would be more unexpected.
"...HA~!"
Trunks waited until he could feel the heat coming at him, and then jerked his body out of the way. He and Goten stared wide-eyed as the blast flew by where Trunks was and crashed into ChiChi's freshly hung laundry.
Goten raced over to the smoking fabric, and held it up to the air. "Oh, CRAP."
Trunks started to comment, but caught sight of a smaller body laying off to the side.
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Bra tapped her fingers lightly against window as she watched her mother enthusiastically greet Son Goku. They hugged, and she heard her mother say something about never coming to see them. She sighed.
"Damn you, Marron." The words were a whispered breath as her eyes squinted to catch a better sight of Son Goku's... derrière. Ever since Marron had told her of the dream where Juuhachigou had commented that Goku had a nice ass, she just couldn't stop trying to see it. She was right, though. It was not bad at all.
She pushed her hand against her face and sighed. She had no doubt that she had a swooned and dreamy expression on her face. She glanced down to see Son Goku's butt again, but instead caught the horrified expression of her father staring up at her. She dramatically sighed. He knew exactly what she had been thinking.
"Damn you, Marron."
"Hey, don't blame me for what your mind does."
Bra whirled around to see Marron standing at her door. "What are you doing here?!"
Marron invited herself in and walked over to the window. She looked down at Son Goku with an appreciative smile. "We mixed up a few of our bags from Tuesday's shopping trip." She looked down and saw Vegeta yelling at Son Goku. "You think you have it bad? I've spent the last three nights in a row thinking about my mother and Son Goku having sex on my bed!"
Bra looked over compassionately to Marron, "Ugh, I'm so sorry."
Marron dry-sobbed and brought her hands to her face, "It was awful..."
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"My mom's going to kill me..." Goten trailed off, still holding the charred sheet, as he noticed that Trunks wasn't listening to him. He followed his friend's gaze and gasped when his eyes fell upon a small human shape.
Goten took to the air, followed immediately by Tranks, as an icy panic seized his stomach and tied it in knots. They landed next to the figure and Goten almost vomited when he realized that the figure was Pan.
She looked like she had been through a hellish battle. Her clothes were torn open in the back, and a hole big enough to fit a basketball through cut into her chest. Her hair was singed and her body was scraped.
Trunks knelt down next to her and turned her over so that she was looking into the sky. He saw faint breaths from her mouth chill in the air. It was warm weather. She looked blindly into the heavens, "Papa..."
"Pan! Pan, hold on!" Goten picked up the prone body of his niece and held her close. "Trunks! Get some help."
Trunks darted off in the general direction of ChiChi's home.
Pan let a few tears escape from her eyes as she looked at Goten blindly, "I want my Grandpa." Her eyes rolled backwards into her head, her breath stilled.
Son Pan was dead.
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"You are a whore, Pen. Throughout your life, you've sold your body, killed your pimps -- you even had sex with your own brother!"
Pan felt sick, "I don't have--"
"Silence, you can't talk to the judge of the dead that way!" One of the blue-skinned, horned people shouted at her, and she heard Lord Enma groan.
"As I was saying, Pen. You're life -- It's a sin." He took a deep breath and seemed to glare at her. "Straight to Hell you go."
Pan felt tears well in her eyes, but she stopped herself from crying. Her throat felt unbearably tight and sore, but she managed to choke out, "My name isn't Pen!"
The Lord Enma looked somewhat annoyed, "I DON'T make mistakes!"
Pan shuddered and hung her head in a mix of fear and embarrassment until the booming voice quieted.
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The tears finally started falling as smoke wisped up from the floor and swirled in her face. She gave a small cough and wiped at her stinging eyes. She heard a distinct cackle from somewhere in the distance, and felt a chill race down her spine. For the first time, she took in her surroundings. It was somehow not as she had always imagined Hell.
Tears raced down her face from her eyes and deep sobs racked her body.
Pan had never wanted to be home more than she did at that moment.
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END CHAPTER TWO