Videl looked at Gohan with fear drawn in bold across her colorless face. Her throat went dry, but her eyes were complete opposite. She hadn't known of mating season until the night it happened between her and Gohan. Even though she had no saiyan blood, she was still able to feel the intensity and the overwelming passion. Gohan didn't have a tail, but there was still something so much different about him when the moon went on a rave. If someone who was completely human was able to feel the effects, there was no doubt in her mind that Pan would.

"Gohan, you don't think anything will happen, do you?" Videl began clinging to her husband in fear for her daughter's life. "Will they hurt her?"

Gohan nuzzled his nose on the top of Videl's head, ignoring the fact that now he was feeling the effects, "I can't say, Videl. I would like to think that they won't, but I can't be sure."

"Well, what should we do?" Videl asked.

"Let's get some sleep until the sun comes up, and then we'll come back," Gohan pulled Videl up off of her feet. "With or without help, we need to get this done."


"Are you done yet?"

"Will you shut up? Can a woman take a shower in peace? Ah!"

Pan took the bar of soap and lounged it at the door. She jumped back into the steamy water. Truth was, she had been done washing for almost twenty minutes. But she had never been in a shower like this before. Three shower heads coming from different directions, automated soap and shampoo dispencers, a massage seat under one of the shower heads. It amazed her, and she would much rather relax than face the reality of what was outside of the bathroom door.

An over confident, horny bastard.

Pan still hadn't stopped mentally kicking her own ass over what happened in that capsule. She swore to herself that she would never allow herself to be in the same building as Trunks by herself. No way. She threw all of her morals and values out the window over one night of cramped over rated "fun". All of this was so over whelming, and she couldn't take much more.

She looked down, and rolled her eyes at the furry brown tail that was flicking back and forth everytime a stream of water hit it. Pan was still very tender on her lower back and the tail itself was painful, but she figured she would get used to it. She got up and looked out of the shower doors, and began working on something. Pan lifted her right foot up, and began trying to work some motion into her pinky toe, but nothing worked.

"Stupid tail!"

Pan sighed and leaned back into the massage seat, "I don't see how things could get any worse."

"Oh, but I do."

Pan's eyes grew into big sausers as she slowly looked over, and found Trunks peaking his head in. You would assume that most guys wouldn't make it so obvious that they were checking out your body, but boy, was he different. He had no shame in examining every inch of Pan's exposed body. Pan snatched the towel off the rack next to her, but didn't bother covering up. She whirled the towel in her hands as fast as she could, and released it, earning a woman-like yelp out of Trunks when the towel made a nice slapping connection with his face.

"Get out of here!" Pan wailed, pulling the towel back to now cover herself.

Trunks' face was beating red, but he was still able to grab onto Pan's wrist and pull her out of the shower. Quickly, Pan covered herself and stumbled trying to keep up with Trunks as he made his way out of the bathroom. He removed his hand from his face and glared daggers at her.

"Are you crazy?" Trunks bent down enough to get close to her face for a nice scolding. "I could have your head for what you just did!"

A part of Trunks regretted what he just did. Getting in her face and screaming wasn't the button he was trying to push, but he could almost see the steam shooting from Pan's ears. He looked down at her clenched fists, being sure there wasn't going to be one making friends with his face, and looked back up.

Pan stomped her foot like a child, "And I should rip your dick off for what you just did to me! Taking advantage of me during mating season? You're disgusting! I don't know why any right minded woman could ever want a pig like you!"

Trunks was at a loss for words. His eyes were wide and his jaw was tempted to drop. There has never been anyone that has talked to him like that, especially a woman. A woman he had sex with, for Kami's sake. Anger boiled inside of him once Pan shoved past him to make her way back into the bathroom, but his body was still in shock. He wouldn't be suprised if his face was pale.

His bathroom door being slammed snapped him out of his stage of shock, and he straightened up enough to find a seat on his bed. He could hear Pan talking to herself in the bathroom, saying some pretty nasty things. She was very conniving, for Trunks knew that she was purposely talking loud enough for him to hear.

"She's worse than my mom," Trunks said to himself.

He desided to shrug off the situation, and began to think of his payback. He surely didn't want to hurt Pan, or get her killed. Somehow, he was already attatched to this obsene, mouthy woman. Now he was able to see what his father puts up with, and maybe, why he's so damn cranky all the time. He wanted to get to Pan the same way she was getting to him. Trunks wanted to make her beg. For both forgiveness, and he mostly wanted her to beg for him.

A smile creeped over his face, and he chuckled to himself. He was the most attractive man on this Kami foresaken planet, and there was no way that Pan would be able to resist him much longer.

"What are you laughing about?"

Trunks turned around to find Pan running one of his combs through her soaked hair. A lump formed in his throat, and he was certainly glad he picked those clothes out for her. His pants were still a bit big on her, even though they were years old and he had worn them when he was still a teenager. She had them tied as tight as they could go, the ties hugging her petit waist line. Her tank top was tight fitting on her, and Trunks blushed at the sight. She didn't have a bra on.

"I was thinking," Trunks finally answered, forcing himself to peel his eyes away. "And I like how those clothes fit you."

"I figured it would be pointless to ask you for a bra," Pan set the comb on his dresser and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I do have a sister, you know," Trunks sat up, and walked towards the door. "C'mon and I'll take you to find her."

"Oh, wow," Pan began sarcastically as she followed him out. "And I don't have to pay you with any sexual favors? Gee, I must be blessed today."

Trunks turned on her and slyly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against his own, "Keep it up and you won't be able to walk after all the 'sexual favors' you'll be paying me." He stole a kiss from her, and pushed her body away from his own and continued walking. He smirked when he didn't hear Pan's footsteps close behind his.

Pan just stood there, watching Trunks walk down the large hallway as if nothing just happened. Actually, Pan was still unsure of what just happened. Most of all, she was wondering why it stopped. She had never felt so disappointed in her entire life, which only caused her to feel unpleasured. Just within those few seconds, Pan was able to examine every handsome feature of his, and was dying to rip his clothes off to examine the others.

'Great,' Pan thought. 'I lost my virginity just earlier, and now I'm some kind of nympho?'

She shook off her thoughts when she could no longer see Trunks' walking figure anymore, and took off in the direction she had seen him walking. Once she caught up with him, she made an oath to herself that she would not talk to him, or stare at him. No matter how handsome he was. The walk was a good distance, so she observed eevrything on the royal red walls of this amazing palace. There were pictures of the royal family, and honerable saiyans with plaques under their photo. She was able to recognize Trunks, the king and queen, Trunks' sister, the man that came along to Earth, and that other man that was rude to her before getting the shot. Pan stopped short when a certain picture caught her eye.

Trunks noticed this and came to a hault, "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer, only pointed to the picture that had caught her attention.

Trunks took a few steps back and looked at it, "What about it?"

"He looks exactly like my grandpa Goku," Pan said quietly.

Trunks nodded, "That's because he's your great grandfather."

"What!" Pan stepped closer to the picture. "Then where is he?"

Trunks folded his arms, "He's dead, Pan. He died in battle. Now let's go, I don't have all day."

Trunks started walking, wishing that he had taken another hallway to get to his sister's wing. He had grown close to Bardock while his father was at war with other planets. Bardock had watched over Trunks, and trained him every free chance he got. He was another father to him, and Bardock was killed by his own son when he was told to take control over Earth. He wouldn't mind telling Pan of what happened and how it happened, but even mentioning his name was painful enough for him.

Pan followed close behind, not saying a word as she was too deep in her own thoughts. She wanted to know what happened to him, and the plaque that was under his name was written in a different language. Something must have been wrong for Trunks to avoid the subject so quickly, but she didn't want to pry it out of him and get him angry again.

She stopped at a door where Trunks was now knocking. It only took a few seconds for the door to open, and the beautiful blue headed beauty smiled when she saw who was at her door.

"Hi, Pan!" she opened the door all the way and motioned for her to come in. "Come on in. What's going on?"

"She needs something from you," Trunks answered, not bothering to come in. "And so do I."

Bra raised an eyebrow, "So what do you want?"

"Can you keep her company so I can get some rest?" he asked. "She can sleep wherever you show her to tonight, but it's getting late."

"That's fine, sure thing," Bra looked to Pan who was astonished by Bra's room. "You don't mind sleeping in my quarters, do you?"

Pan looked at Bra and smiled nervously, "That's fine."

Bra looked at Trunks, "She'll be fine in here."

Trunks nodded and shut the door himself, leaving Pan alone with Bra. But as soon as the door was shut, Bra quickly locked it and leaned against it. She smiled over at Pan, then looked behind her to the bed, "It's safe now."

"Safe?" Pan asked and looked over to the bed, where someone was standing up from behind it. It was Goten.

"Pan, you've met Goten," Bra stated more than asked.

"Yeah, he's an ass," Pan mumbled.

"Well, that's not a nice thing to say," Bra laughed as she snaked her arms around Goten. "You two should really get to know each other."

"Why should I get to know him?" Pan asked. "He's rude."

"Because -"

"Bra, don't," Goten warned. "Not now."

"Well, why not?" Bra stood back and put her hands on her hips, demanding an answer. "If I were in her position, I would like to know."

Pan wondered if every saiyan woman had an attitude like Bra's.

"It's not our place to say anything," Goten explained. Pan was suprised at his tone. He was a whole lot nicer than before.

"Is it something bad?" Pan asked from her spot on the floor.

Bra and Goten looked at each other, then to Pan, "It's nothing bad, but I still think it's something that you should know," Bra said.

"Then what is it?"

"Bra, I said no," Goten declared again.

Bra just ignored him and seat next to Pan, dragging Goten along with her.

"Pan," Bra made eye contact with her. "I would like you to meet your Uncle Goten."


This chapter is for jazzyfizzler.

I hope you liked it. I'm a bit off track and keep having to look back at the other chapters. I don't even know if this chapter is going to mix well with the others. All my ideas, story lines and plots are on my friend's laptop.

AnimeFreakTrunksPan-Lover4evr -- Does it really seem familier? I wrote this same story line a few years back, but I deleted it as well as my old account. I'm just making it better is all. If my story seems like its pawned off of anyone else's, can you show me what story it is? I don't want to seem like thats whats going on, and I fix up my story line a little bit so that way it's my own. Thank you for telling me, though.

Lady Loser.