Authors Note: Well here's Chapter Four all ready and waiting for you, it is rated R shall we say for scenes of a sexual nature YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. And by the way, I did write half of this after drinking a bottle of wine so excuse me if it is a little racy but I am at this moment in time slightly inebriated lol. Shame on me, tut tut I know…

Caught Up

Chapter Four; Get Mine, Get Yours

Pan's head was doing ten to the dozen as she spun around on the dance floor. Was that her spinning?, or the room? She didn't know. The only thing she knew is that every time his skin connected with hers a fire ignited within her body and all tangible thought left her mind. She was like a puppet, and he was the master, pulling her strings so that every move coincided with his. They moved together perfectly against the beat, and every so often he would twirl her around and then reel her back in with such a force her own body would slam against his causing a friction that sent shivers down her spine.

"You're a wonderful dancer Panny.." His words melted against her skin as he pulled her close once more so they were cheek to cheek almost. In all honesty Pan had seemed to have lost control over her body a long time ago, half of her actions were fuelled by the alcohol that ran through her veins and the other half by Trunks himself.

"I still hate you…" She breathed trying to sound as convincing as humanely possible considering the circumstances but her voice betrayed her, it came out as almost a whisper, almost like a gasp of pleasure as his fingers trailed up and down her arms softly.

"Sure you do sweetheart, and I you to," He replied a wide smirk kissing his lips. From his point of view, this was exactly how it was supposed to be. Despite the alcohol he knew that she wanted this just as much as he did, he'd never taken much notice to her false protests, just persisted on in the hope that she would one day swallow her pride and admit that she to felt the effects of that amazing kiss all those years back, as he did.

If that required her having a few drinks to soften her temper, then so be it. A chance was a chance and he was going to take it. The music stopped momentarily as the band took a break and Trunks took Pan's arm firmly and began leading her away from the dance floor, much to her disappointment as she struggled against him murmuring something about him being 'Unfair' and a 'selfish ass' and that she just wanted to dance.

He chuckled lightly and turned back to her. "You can dance again soon, don't worry," He assured. She simply nodded and continued to walk alongside him toward the bar.

"Oo are you going to get me a drink?" Her beautiful onyx eye's lit up with hope, he hated to disappoint her but he thought she'd had enough as it was, he wasn't to far behind himself. That had to be a fact, for he would have never done his best air guitar impression to Summer of 69 on the dance floor sober.

That had made her laugh and the usual scowl that set itself upon her face every time he was near was none-existent, just utter amusement and dare say it, affection. That turned him on, no end.

"Trunks.." She rested her head on his back and snaked an arm around his waist. Startled, he felt a slight jerk within his pants and his cheeks blushed lightly. "Where's my drink?"

"I'm getting it now sweetie," Without even looking, he could sense the smile that spread itself across her perfect face and he smiled to.

"Oh dear Dende I've stepped back into the past.."

Trunks turned to the side in time to watch Bra slap a hand over her face. "I honestly don't know how you get away with it," She added incredulously.

Trunks feigned offence and pouted slightly. "I have absolutely no idea what your talking about?" He shrugged, Goten appeared beside Bra and Trunks quickly peeled Pan's hand away from his chest so that it dropped back by her side.

"Pan's pissed I take it," Goten stated calmly as though he'd walked over to see the most natural thing in the world.

Buried somewhere within Trunks jacket Pan giggled. "I'd say she's tipped the scale slightly yes.." Trunks nodded.

The truth was he wasn't all that sober himself. He was just trying extremely hard to convince both Bra and Goten he was for fear of them trying to take Pan away from him if they thought any different. So he stood straight, fixed his eye's as best he could, on them, not on the space around them or at the ceiling like Pan seemed to do, but directly at them, which was hard considering his focus was off and the harder he tried the harder his eye's threatened to water. A few times he could have sworn he almost went cross-eyed.

Bra groaned and looked to the watch on her wrist. "It's nearly two in the morning, I'm getting married tomorrow and I don't feel like walking down the isle looking like the living dead, maybe we should go?" She suggested tugging on her fiancés arm hopefully.

Goten yawned and nodded. "Yeah it is getting late, you coming Trunks?"

The moment of truth. "Well I was going to stay for a bit."

Pan lifted her head from his jacket and peeked round to stare at her uncle, and aunt to be.

"I want to stay to," She nodded, and Bra observed on how much she looked like an innocent child arguing with her mother for just five more minutes of playtime.

"I can take care of her," Trunks began and noticed the doubtful look that crossed Goten's face. "Don't worry, trust me guys, please? You know I'd never see any harm come to her, besides, there's not one person in this room apart from you and me that could take Pan in a fight, drunk or sober," He reasoned looking to Goten for confirmation.

It was as close to the truth as he could get. He would not let any harm come to Pan, and he certainly would never imagine inflicting it either. He cared for her more than he liked to admit, what choice did he have? He'd known the girl since she were born and had more to do with her than he'd bargained for, of course starting from the search of the black star dragon balls when she was but a mere 14 years old, she'd still amazed him back then.

He just wanted the chance to spend some time with her, alone.

Goten seemed to think about it for a second then turned back to Bra. "It'll be on their consciences tomorrow anyway," He began. "You just make sure you don't keep this party going all night Trunks, remember I still need my best man."

Trunks smirked. "I wouldn't miss it for the world bud."

XXX

Trunks watched in amusement as Pan continued to down her drink. She'd been lapping at it enthusiastically since he'd handed it to her, and much to his amazement had not yet figured out that her coke was missing an important ingredient, the Vodka. He wanted Pan to loosen up a bit, but not to the point that she could not produce coherent thoughts.

Smiling she looked up at him, clicking her tongue thoughtfully. "Do you remember losing your virginity Trunks?"

He cocked an eyebrow. Oh yes, he remembered. "Of course, back then I thought sex was the best fun I ever had without laughing," He replied.

In truth, his first time had been awful, rephrase that, embarrassing and awful. "Now why, pray tell, would you ask such a thing?" His lips curled into a mischievous grin.

Pan giggled and traced her finger around the rim of her glass. She shrugged her shoulders and took another drink. "I was just. Thinking," She shrugged, suppressing a giggle.

Trunks cocked an eyebrow. "You were thinking?" He repeated.

Pan blushed and looked down at the table, idly playing with a beer mat. "Yes. It's just.." She paused for a moment. "I don't think I could ever imagine you, you know..doing it," She pulled a face and chuckled lightly.

It was Trunks turn to blush as he almost choked on his drink, dribbling it down his front, but Before he had chance to Pan had leant over and began gently patting his shirt dry with her hand. Trunks looked up with wide eye's.

"Pan..I..you.." He stuttered dumbly, and for the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. He never had problems conversing with women before, never had a problem talking about sex for that matter, he was in no way a prude.

She ran her hand up his chest and took a hold of his face lightly.

"Chillax, I'm just kidding," She laughed, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek before she sat back down in her seat. Trunks sighed lightly and regained his composure. He'd never lost his cool over a women before, but somehow, Pan had managed to turn him into a stuttering mess with just the slightest mention of sex..what more, it had turned him on to thoughts of him and Pan, and sex..

"Will you come and dance with me?" She interrupted his thoughts and placed a hand on his arm. He looked up slowly and nodded albeit wondering how Pan could be so random sometimes, one of the many qualities he loved about her though, she was sporadic, he hated predictable women, he spent the majority of his day running an organised, scheduled business, he had to have a touch of spontaneity in there somewhere.

All the same he took her hand in his and once again lead her to the dance floor.

XXX

"I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny.."

Pan turned the phone towards herself. "When a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get.." She placed the phone in the centre so that the video camera captured both of their faces.

"SPRUNG!" They both called out in unison, and Trunks began to dance off in the other direction, mouth still working at it's best to re-cite the lyrics to Sir Mix-A-Lot's Baby Got Back. She held the camera up towards him again, capturing his every move, albeit a little unsteady as she tried desperately to hold back her laughter.

Needless to say, Trunks had also had his fill of alcohol, and unbeknownst to him, Pan had been taking sneaky sips of his beer every so often.

"Wanna pull out your tough, 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed. Deep in the jeans she's wearing, I'm hooked and I can't stop staring," He sang, turning on his heel and making his way back toward Pan with a wink. "Oh baby, I wanna get with ya and take your picture, My homeboys tried to warn me, But that butt you got makes me so ho-"

Hastily stuffing her phone into her pocket she reached her ands out and found the back of his neck, pulling him down roughly onto her full lips. Trunks almost fell back in shock, but regained himself, when he felt Pan's soft lips mesh against his own. As if by instinct his hands roamed down her hips and placed themselves on her waist as she bit gently on his bottom lip. He moaned softly into her mouth and allowed her entrance, her tongue snaking inside where it met with his own in a tangle of passion.

Pan hadn't a clue what had possessed her to do it, all she knew was that if she hesitated any longer in kissing him, she would go crazy. She couldn't concentrate on any other thought, comprehend anything other than his lips meeting with her own.

He was the epitome of sexy. And her passion for him grew with every passing second, she wanted him, and now.

She pulled away harshly and they both stared at each other breathlessly. Trunks words were caught in his throat, his heart was beating ten times its normal pace. She smirked and traced a finger along his lips. "Your's or mine?" She asked with a light purr. Trunks shivered as her hot breath trailed along his neck.

"Your's," He replied without a moments hesitation. Pan took his hand roughly and began to drag him through the crowds of people on the dance floor, one objective in mind. Sex.

XXX

Pan fumbled around in her bag for her key and with shaky hands opened the door, Trunks lips still mashed against her own, as they stumbled through the open door. "Pan…are…you..sure.." He panted against her mouth. She dug her nails into his forearms and pressed against him harder grinding her hips against him.

He growled and ran his hands down her body, stopping on her thighs and pulling slightly, so that he could hoist her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her ass, pressing her against him in a way that left no doubt as to how much he wanted her.

"Where's your bedroom?" She trailed kisses along his jaw line and down to his neck and quickly pointed to the second door on the left. He was breathless from all the kissing and his trousers had all of a sudden become an annoying restriction.

Walking backwards, he allowed Pan to continue her magic, not even flinching when she bit down hard onto his shoulder and ripped his shirt off effortlessly, causing buttons to scatter onto the floor. Kicking the door with his foot he entered her room clumsily, tripping and falling backwards onto the bed so that she lay on top of him.

Pan grit her teeth and ran her hands down his chest until the reached the offending object. His belt. Tugging hard she pulled it open and with one swift movement had removed it completely from his pants. He gasped slightly but continued raining kissed along her collarbone, his hands kneading her breasts through her top.

"Take it off.." She mumbled, her small fingers working on the zipper of his pants. Trunks slid his hands round her back and relieved her of her top, his right hand trailing up her back where, with a trained flicked of his fingers he unclasped her bra, yanking it from her body quickly.

"Your..amazing," He breathed pulling back slightly and taking one her pert breasts into his mouth. He sucked and licked hungrily on her sweet skin, causing her to gasp and arch her back, grinding her hips against his hardness.

By now his erection was straining against his pants painfully, and he felt if her tongue continued having a party on his skin he might explode, reluctantly, he got up from the bed and shrugged his pants off, he was about to slip off his boxers when she stopped him.

Kneeling on the bed before him, she pulled him closer and began trailing passionate kisses across his chest, running her tongue along his smooth skin until she reached the waistband of his boxers, he made to pull them down for her but she slapped his hand away with a growl and traced her tongue and lips across his hip, clutching the edge of his waistband in her teeth. She pulled them down with a rip and expertly caught his length in her mouth as it sprang from his boxers.

Trunks gasped and his head lolled back in pure ecstasy grasping a handful of Pan's black hair and gently, but firmly pulling her down further onto his erection. Her mouth worked on him expertly and it took all the strength he had no to blow his load right there and then.

He couldn't take it anymore, it was time to return some of the sweet torture she was subjecting him to. He pulled back from her and grasped her shoulders almost roughly pushing her back onto the bed. Pan bit her lip and smiled widely as his hands worked on the rest of her clothing. He tore her jeans and panties from her body then climbed back onto the bed straddling her hips.

"Do you..have..anything..?" She asked timidly. Trunks slapped a hand across his face and groaned. Stupid, stupid.. Through everything, he'd forgotten the most important thing, a condom. Well it was good while it lasted stud He thought drawing away from her, his eye's lingering over her amazing body..he wasn't sure he actually could stop now he'd started.

Hope lingered in his eyes as he looked up to her, she bit her lip thoughtfully then nodded quickly with a slight smile. He didn't need any more confirmation than that, all systems were go and the smirk settled itself back onto his face as his hands traced along the inside of her thighs, gently caressing her skin which felt like silk beneath his fingers, fingers that could work magic, that had made an array of women gasp with pleasure. Pan was no exception.

She moaned softly and grasped a handful of the covers, her body shook and trembled with every touch. "Don't stop.." He smirked to himself.

"Don't stop what? That? Or this?.." He traced feather light kisses the whole way across her body until he reached her lips. She gave him access willingly, writhing in pleasure as his hands continued to roam, expertly over the curves of her body, there was a predatory look in his eye's as they locked with hers, a look that told her she'd be spared no mercy, none what-so-ever.

He worked himself in-between her legs and edged them open with his knee's, her hands were pressed tightly on his back, nails gently clawing at his skin as with one quick thrust, he was inside her. Pan moaned loudly ad sat up meeting him with a kiss, forcefully pulling his body down with her.

Her body trembled as he worked in and out of her quickly, every move was calculated and sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, she was no virgin, but she'd never experienced anything like this in her life. She felt almost dizzy. Her breathing became increasingly heavy and she began groaning against his lips, prompting each thrust from him to become harder and longer.

His lips trailed roughly over her hot skin, a grunt escaping his lips as the pace of her thrusts began to coincide with his own. With one hand holding him by the neck, she tugged his mouth to hers once more, kissing him deeply, devouring him. His hands were firmly planted on her waist, pulling her to him tightly each time he thrust upward. Pan tossed her hair back and began circling her hips, dancing on him in a sensual grind. Trunks' whole being was focused on the place where their bodies were joined. His breathing became more laboured as he felt the impending climax.

"Pan.." He moaned thrusting into her harder, faster and deeper than before. Pan felt herself teetering on the brink. She gasped and pushed her body against his harder, her whole body shaking in the instant before le petit mort consumed her. Trunks almost lost it and with a muffled groan, he came, feeling as though his soul was being torn from his body in exquisite torment.

He almost collapsed on top of her, both were breathing heavy and panting against each other's lips as they kissed once more. Pan ran her hands down his back soothingly, prompting him to shiver and kiss her harder.

"Your amazing.." He breathed. And they were the last words exchanged between to two before they both fell into a deep sleep, Pan curled up against his back.

XXX

His head was pounding like a drum, and his eye's were like lead weights as he opened them slowly, blinking rapidly to adjust to the natural light that had flooded into the room through a gap in the curtains. There was an unfamiliar warmth next to him and he smiled wildly as thoughts of the previous night flooded back into his mind..Pan..He shifted around and ran his fingers through her soft hair, she had her back to him and her face was snuggled into the pillow as she slept soundly.

"Morning sunshine! Hope you don't mind, but your front door was open so I let myself in- TRUNKS!" The bag Bra held in her hand dropped to the floor with a small thud, her eyes were wide, akin to the size of saucers.

Trunks rolled over to meet her gaze and chuckled lightly, outstretching his arms as he yawned.

"Morning sis," He smirked, resting his linked hands against his chest. Bra closed her eyes and shook her head in the hope that when she opened them, her brother would be gone and this would all be some sadistic mirage.

Her left eye flickered open slightly. "Are you still there?"

"Yes.." He replied.

She groaned and opened both eyes once more. "I don't even want to know how this happened Trunks. Is she still sleeping?"

"Of course," He replied coolly. Bra sighed and massaged her temples with her fingers.

"Well don't you think you should-"

"-Wake her?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I could give her a poke in the back if you'd like," He added, a cheeky grin kissing his lips.

Bra held out her hands and shook her head quickly. "Dende no Trunks! Are you crazy?!" She hissed.

He laughed again. "I think your over-reacting Bra, she wanted it just as-"

"-Cut it out!" She interrupted. "..This is crazy, do you know what.." She picked her bag up from the floor. "I'm out of here, before she wakes up and murders you, you've just signed your own death wish, and it was nice knowing you Trunks..see ya!" She turned on her heel to leave but stopped just short of the door turning back to him.

"Before she rips you to shreds, could you tell her to get her ass to Capsule before midday she has a wedding to attend.." And with a solemn shake of her head, she left.

Trunks laughed and turned back to the goddess beside him. Bra had to be over-reacting. They'd shared a night of passion together, there was no possible way things could got back to way they were before. They just couldn't.

He leaned over and gently moved the hair from her face, planting a kiss softly on her neck, then moving across to her jaw line. She stirred and smiled lightly. "Mm..Trunks.." She moaned barely above a whisper, nuzzling her face into his-then realisation hit, her eyes sprang open.

"TRUNKS!?" Slowly her eye rolled in it's socket to meet his gaze, he smiled back at her. "MOTHERFUC!-"

A hand clapped over her mouth, muffling her cry. It was Trunks', he sat up in the bed and look at her with eyes. "Shh, Pan are you crazy!? You'll wake the whole damn apartment block up! Why don't you make it more interesting and just shout rape..geez."

She narrowed her eye's and grasped his hand harshly ripping it from her mouth.

"Don't. Fucking. Tempt. Me" She growled, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Now tell me," She began slowly, looking him over as though weighing up the best way to kill her prey. "How in the hell did you get in my bed? And are you?.." She lifted the covers slightly and peeked under, shoving them down harshly and meeting his eye's once more, her face paled. "You filthy lecherous, disgusting pervert, your naked!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. "News flash Panno, so are you.." He flopped back down onto the bed and folded his arms behind his head. So much for his theory, Pan was livid.

Pan took a fistful of covers and wrapped them around her frame forcefully, she sat up, never tearing her eyes away from his. "Turn around," She ordered. Trunks cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because, pervert. I want to get dressed!"

Trunks laughed and rolled onto his side, propping his face up on his elbow. "Number one; You have nothing I've not seen before and, Number two; I am no pervert Pan, if I remember correctly it was you who seduced me," He finished, prodding a finger to his chest, then pointing to her.

Pan clicked her tongue thoughtfully and cocked her head to the side. "Are you quite finished? pervert," She emphasised, the word lingering on her tongue. He rolled his eyes but nodded for her to continue. "I don't care what you saw..or how you saw it for that matter. I just don't want you seeing it again, got it?"

He smirked at her. "You don't remember what happened?"

Pan blushed and looked away from him. "I'm trying not to," She replied bluntly.

"Would you like me to refresh your memory?"

Pan growled and slapped his chest hard, grasping the bed sheet around her tighter.

"Eat shit. And die," She hissed, shifting off the bed, clutching a pillow and throwing it at his face. He shoved it aside and watched as she padded from the room.

"You don't mean that Panny.." He called after her.

She turned to glare at him. "Yes I do," She muttered, venom in her voice. "And when I get out of this bathroom, you'd better be gone."

With that said she stomped into the bathroom and kicked the door shut with a loud SLAM. Trunks jumped slightly and ran a hand over his face. What now? He thought with a sigh.

So much for her waking up in a good mood.

Once behind the closed door. Pan sighed and leant her back against the door, sliding down until she rested into a seating position on the floor. Her head was reeling as so many thoughts whizzed through her mind. Every event, as vague as some where from the previous night, played out in her mind. He was right about one thing. She had come on to him.

She had been the instigator. Why? She hadn't a clue.

All she knew was that alcohol definitely played a definining role, and that it was the devil. How dare it take two stabs at her sanity at once. Not only had she had sex with the man she swore to hate for the rest of her life and thoroughly enjoyed it, she drank herself stupid. Her head felt as though it was going to explode and her whole body was trembling from dehydration.

And in that moment, she'd never wished so hard to take something back, to make it all go away.

By the way, le petit mort is French for the small death. It's a reference for a sexual orgasm. Funny what you find with a little research…lol Not that I research information about orgasms or anything..god that sounded daft..think I've dug myself a nice hole..