Welcome back, everyone! Here's chapter two for you. FYI: this is ALL romance, no action. I know that's not what Dragon Ball is all about, but I'm not the best at writing fight scenes, so I'm not even going to bother adding them to this story. Hopefully no one minds & you all enjoy what I write for you. Oh, & in this universe, GT never happened.

If anyone is interested, the title for last chapter & story title were inspired by the Avenged Sevenfold song of the same name. Each of my chapter titles will be the name of a song. If you know who sings the song my chapters are named after, let me know & I'll reveal if you're right or wrong in the following update. Sound like a fun game? Yes? No?

LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta: Hi! It's great to have you as a reader again. As always, I'll try not to disappoint. You only asked me one question this time & I can actually answer it. Haha. Trunks' reaction to Pan is not a Saiyan thing. It'll be explained later.

Anie: Sorry for leaving you hanging for so long, hon. I hope the wait was worth it :) Thank you for the review btw!

SERLee: Correct me if I'm wrong, but is this SLee from my last story? I'm pretty sure it is. Hello again! Thank you for being a part of this story, too. I'm glad you like this idea. I don't recall this concept ever being done in Dragon Ball fan fiction, so I'm hoping it goes well. I hope you continue to enjoy it! :)

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Chapter Two: This Kiss

Pan reluctantly walked into the room designated for parties at Capsule Corp. It was elegantly decorated for the reception: gold twinkle lights hung on the walls, tea candles were set in the center of every white clothed table, & men & women, dressed in black slacks & white shirts, were walking around with trays full of hors d'oeuvres & champagne. A DJ booth was set up in the corner of the room & some dance pop song was blaring through the large speakers.

Looking toward the front of the spacious room, Pan noticed a long table reserved for the bridal party, her father & Bulma seated directly in the middle. The sight of their happy faces, as well as the faces of the party goers who were dancing & eating & drinking around her, made her stomach churn for the hundredth time that day.

She knew she was expected to join them, to celebrate with them, but her feet refused to move in the direction of her father & his new bride. Eying the empty seat reserved for her next to Bulla one last time, Pan turned away, weaving idly between tables & people. With no destination in mind, she simply observed everyone else as she passed, catching bits & pieces of their excited chit chat.

The sad Saiyan doubted anyone noticed her or if they did, she doubted they cared. All of their attention was on the happy couple & the free food & drink. No one even tried to understand what this day might mean to Pan & her brothers; that what they constituted as a happy day, a cause for celebration, was instead a dark day for them, a reminder of what they had lost only a short time ago.

Feeling tears once again prick at the corners of her eyes, Pan sneakily plucked a glass of champagne off a serving tray as a waiter passed by. She downed the fizzy liquid, hoping it would numb her pain, at least for a little while. The bubbles tickled her tongue & went to her head as the cool liquid slid down her throat. It warmed her body & she immediately sought out another one. She had just stolen her second glass when a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"I don't think your father would approve."

Spinning around, Pan came face to face with Uub, an old student of her father's. It had been years since she had seen him, the last time being at the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament. She was only four or five at the time & he was ten according to her dad. Since then, he had grown a few inches & his boyish features had become more defined.

"Uub," Pan greeted, smiling politely. "It's nice to see you again."

"You, too," Uub said, smiling back. "I know it's been awhile, but if I remember correctly, you're not old enough to be drinking that." He pointed to the flute of champagne with an amused smile.

The young Saiyan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, it's either this or I start blasting until every stupid twinkle light in this place is destroyed."

Uub chuckles lightly. "I understand. Must be hard after your mom…well, you know, & now all this."

"Yeah," Pan agreed, swallowing thickly as the pain made itself known once more. She quickly tossed the alcohol down her throat & immediately started looking around for another server. "You can tell my dad if you want," she said, referring to her underage drinking, "though, he'll probably be too preoccupied with his honeymoon to care." Bitterness laced each of her words.

"I won't say a word," he promised. "It's not like you're trying to hide it anyway," Uub observed as she covertly grabbed another glass.

"It's a party," Pan stated. "Might as well loosen up." She was definitely starting to feel the effects of the bubbles & alcohol. The pain she was feeling had dulled slightly, allowing Pan to finally breathe. "You want to dance?" Pan asked Uub. He looked startled by her sudden random question for a moment, before smiling brightly & nodding.

He grabbed Pan's hand & led her to the crowded dance floor. Wasting no time, Pan closed her eyes & started swaying her body to the upbeat tune. She felt Uub's hands grab ahold of her hips &, losing herself in the music, she moved her body against his. He moved with her & she vaguely noted something hard pressing against her buttocks. Knowing exactly what it was & choosing to ignore it, Pan let the alcohol & music drown her sorrows.

Suddenly, though, she felt herself being spun around & she opened her eyes to find Uub's dark brown ones staring back at her, hooded with desire. He leaned in slowly & Pan just watched, letting him capture her lips in a kiss. It was her first kiss & it was nothing like how the books & movies described it. Where were the fireworks? The heat? There was supposed to be a spark, wasn't there? Pan didn't feel any of that, but she kissed him back anyway, figuring it must be a delayed reaction.

Their lips had only been locked for a few seconds when Uub pulled away…or rather, someone forced him to pull away. Pan's eyes popped open to see angry blue ones glaring at her, making her gasp in surprise.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my stepsister?" Trunks hissed, his icy gaze now on Uub.

"We were just dancing, Trunks," Uub replied, his brow furrowed in confusion. Pan was confused, too. She didn't understand what had gotten into Trunks.

"That was not dancing," the purple-haired Saiyan growled. "You had your tongue down her throat."

"He did not have his-" Pan tried to protest, but the words died in her throat with one glare from Trunks.

"Stay away from her, Uub, or else you'll have me to answer to," Trunks threatened.

Uub looked from the angry Saiyan to Pan uncertainly before ultimately listening to the threat & hurrying away. Pan's confusion quickly began to fade as she realized Trunks had just ruined her first kiss & had probably done so on purpose, gleefully & maliciously.

"You fucking asshole!" she snarled, pushing Trunks hard in the chest & earning some stares from the people dancing around them, a lot of whom Pan didn't recognize. "That was my first kiss & you fucking ruined it! Why must you make my life miserable? Why?!"

With a hard glint in his eye & firm set of his jaw, Trunks reached out & grabbed her wrist, ignoring her outburst & pulling her away from the crowd of people. Pan tried to yank her wrist free, but it was no use; Trunks was much stronger than her. Giving up, she let him drag her away, deciding she'd make a run for it once he stopped & freed her arm…only after a much deserved slap from her, that is.

Trunks continued to drag her out of the room, so forcefully she stumbled, & into the hallway, only stopping when he had locked them both in a coat closet. It was almost pitch black & the only sound was the harsh breathing of her new stepbrother, who stood so close, she could feel every exhale against her face.

Pan's heart sped up at his proximity. She wasn't sure if it was from fear or something else entirely that she wasn't willing to confront. This was the angriest she had ever seen Trunks & she was admittedly a little frightened. Sure, he had teased her & made fun of her over the years, but he had never acted like this.

"I don't want you kissing Uub again," Trunks seethed, breaking the tense silence.

"Like you have any say in the matter," Pan sneered. She was afraid that provoking him further was a bad idea, but her natural defiance wouldn't let her back down, especially when it was against her most hated enemy.

"I'm your stepbrother," he growled.

"Please," she scoffed. "Just because our parents are married, that doesn't mean you're my family & can dictate what I do. Also, you forget that I'm eighteen & I can do whatever I want."

Pan heard & felt Trunks slam his fists into the door behind her, one on each side of her head, effectively caging her in. She swallowed hard as her eyes adjusted slightly to the dark & she saw him lower his face until he was staring into her eyes, the crystal blue hues shining in the dark.

"I never forget how old you are, believe me; it's caused me many sleepless nights," Trunks said quietly, causing Pan to furrow her brow. Why would my age bother him so much that he loses sleep? Before Pan could vocalize her thoughts, he spoke again. "Uub is too old for you & I want you to stay away from him."

"He's the same age as you," Pan argued.

"Exactly. That's too old."

"It's just six years," she countered.

"Too old," he repeated, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her that that was true.

"It's not too old. Our parents are a few years apart In age & that didn't stop them from getting married. People with even bigger age gaps marry all the time. It's no big deal."

Trunks didn't reply right away. Seconds passed while he stared intensely at her, the scowl on his face reminding her so much of his father, Vegeta, that she could almost imagine it was him standing in front of her in the near darkness & not his son.

After several long moments, Trunks finally spoke. "You're right." Suddenly, he pushed Pan against the closet door, pinning her arms above her head with his left hand & molding their bodies together in a way that brought a small moan unbidden to her lips. "I've waited years for this," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers & sliding his tongue inside.

Pan wasn't sure whether to slap him & push him away or pull him closer. She found herself arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her mouth moving hungrily with his. Her initial surprise from his unexpected kiss had faded, leaving behind…pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue against hers sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Fireworks went off behind her closed eyelids & electricity ran rampant throughout her body. This is what a kiss should feel like.

She melted into him as he leaned into her, one knee between her legs. Arching her back further, Pan began to rock her hips against Trunks & she felt his obvious erection, hot & unyielding, against her thigh. She struggled to pull her wrists free of his grip, wanting to touch him the way his free hand was touching her, sliding down her body, caressing her skin through the thin material of her dress, but his iron hold on her only tightened.

When his fingers met the bare skin of her thigh, she gasped into his mouth & felt his tongue delve deeper as he deepened the kiss. The long skirt of her bridesmaid dress didn't seem to pose a problem as he continued to move his hand upward, finding the black lace of her underwear. Fire coursed through her veins as he touched her, making her moan into is mouth, & like he himself had been burned, Trunks suddenly jerked back. Their passionate kiss had stopped as quickly as it had started.

"Trunks-" Pan started, but Trunks held up a hand, silencing her.

"We shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake," he panted.

"A mistake?" Pan repeated, trying to keep the hurt that pierced her heart from showing in her voice. How could he think that was a mistake? Did he not like it?

"Yes, a mistake. If things were different…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "But you're my sister now, Pan," he continued. "You're family & what we did was wrong. If our parents ever found out, it would destroy them."

He was right. They weren't related by blood, but they were still siblings through marriage. Her father & his mother wouldn't approve of what they had done & even though she resented them right now, she didn't want to hurt them.

"Okay. Let's just forget it ever happened then, yeah?" Pan said.

"Yeah," Trunks agreed. She thought she saw his bright eyes glance at her lips- which were probably red & swollen from their kiss-as if he wanted to kiss her again instead of forget about it, but the darkness around them prevented her from knowing for sure. Pan shook her head. The darkness was obviously playing tricks on her; there was no way Trunks wanted to kiss a girl he deemed a "mistake". "We should get back to the party."

Pan nodded & moved away from the door so he could leave. "Go ahead. I'll follow in a minute." Trunks hesitated for a moment before also nodding & exiting the closet.

When he was gone, Pan leaned against the door & slid down to the floor, fresh tears starting to fill her eyes. Her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. It was a different kind of heartache than the pain she felt when she lost her mother & it was one she had felt before years ago when Trunks first started being cruel to her.

Her fourteen-year old self had had a crush on Trunks, she even thought she loved him as more than a friend; so when he started making fun of her, started being mean to her, it broke her heart. She had lost the boy she cared so much for & it tore her apart.

Over the following years, Pan convinced herself that it was nothing, just a meaningless crush that would've passed over time. That kiss, however, brought back all those old feelings & they were stronger than before. She realized she must have buried those feelings & fooled herself into thinking it was only a schoolgirl crush to protect her heart from further pain after he became cold towards her.

Maybe that was why she hated him so much. Hate was a passionate emotion, a feeling that must have come from another passionate emotion & the hurt caused when someone throws it back in your face, betrays you & the faith you put in them.

How stupid & naïve she had been. She had feelings for Trunks Brief, apparently always had, & there was absolutely nothing she could do about it now.

Author's Note:

How'd everyone like this chapter? It's short, but the next one will be longer. I had to give ya'll something. Sorry, it took me so long to update. I've had a busy month. I went to visit family in Arizona, my boyfriend & I celebrated our fifth anniversary (yay us!), & I had a tooth pulled recently (ouch, right?). I still have a lot of upcoming stuff, but I set an update schedule & I'm going to try to stick to it. I will update every Wednesday, excluding this upcoming Wednesday (March 2nd). Next chapter will be posted March 9th. Until then, leave me a lovely review if you think I deserve it & enjoy your week!

-Chels xoxo