Loud Silence ch.10

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~PanHopeNvs~

STOP, a corner of her mind screamed at her, STOP! WHERE'S YOUR SELF-CONTROL… DISCIPLINE! PAN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! THIS IS THE MAN WHO KILLED TWO OF THE PEOPLE YOU LOVED MOST IN THE WHOLE WORLD! HE'S A MURDERER! A COLD-HEARTED FUCKING ASSHOLE BASTARD LIKE HIS FATHER! PAN STOP!

Oh, but he tastes so good... The world was spinning, she couldn't stop. She couldn't pull away from him. No one had ever touched her this way before… she didn't know she was even capable of feeling this way. She felt his fingers moving down her back, playing with the strings that held her dress together, and suddenly she felt her dress go loose around her shoulders.

PAN! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! YOU'VE READ BRA'S ROMANCE NOVELS! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO SCREW WITH YOUR ENEMY? STOP DAMNIT! STOP!

I'm trying, but… Pan felt his fingers on her neck, sliding the dress off her shoulders, all the while not ever breaking the kiss. I can tell that he's definitely done this before… Her body was raging a fight within itself. Her warrior's instincts of defense were trying to get a hold of her, along with every single shred of control she had left. Nothing however was stronger than the passion that was controlling her. She didn't even remember when her hand found it's way under his tunic…

He broke the kiss and they gazed into each others eyes for a second. He bent his head and nibbled on her neck softly.

PUSH HIM AWAY! KICK HIM! PUNCH HIM! Anything! DAMN IT PAN, STOP THIS! No…not yet…I want more, it feels so nice…

He kissed her shoulder, and tugging her dress down a little more, he stared at the exposed skin of her arm for moment. He ran his fingers along the length of a scar on her muscled upper arm.

"What happened here?" he asked in a surprisingly soft tone she'd never heard him use. She looked down at her arm, and the passion that clouded her thoughts began to dissipate. She looked at the scar on her arm for a moment and then back up at him.

The world of logic came rushing back to her as she remembered how she had gotten that scar. It flashed in her mind, an image of a younger Trunks drawing his sword and slashing it through the air in blind rage. The next thing she remembered was the blood pouring from her arm and drawing her own sword in anger. Their parents had rushed in at the sounds of the clashing swords to find the room covered with splashes of blood from the battle Pan and Trunks had been fighting.

Blood. Blood everywhere. Her blood, his blood. Then her father's blood on his sword. His father's blood on her sword. They were blood enemies. Blood enemies.

I cannot believe what I almost did…

Looking up at him she was snapped back to reality. She was crushed between a solid rock wall and her blood enemy. His hands were in places they shouldn't be. If her dress slipped any lower…

She landed an uppercut into his gut with more strength than intended. Trunks went flying a few feet and landed on his back with a thud. She her dress back over her shoulders and reached behind her back to re-tie the strings that he had undone. With blazing eyes, she removed the dagger from it's sheath strapped around her thigh.

She moved till she was kneeling directly over him with the dagger point pressed into his throat.

"Never do that again," she said quietly, her voice more serious than he'd ever heard it be. He looked at her for a second. Feeling the sharp metal on his neck, he knew that she wouldn't kill him. She could of course, kill him in seconds, but he knew that she wouldn't.

Pan knew that he knew she wouldn't kill him. Just the way he had known she wouldn't ride over the border to Chikyuu during their race. She fumed at the way he could predict her every move. She slid the dagger down his throat slowly leaving a tiny trail of blood. She had only broken his skin a little, as a warning. At the sight of the blood dripping down his neck she immediately felt regret and horror. It reminded her of the blood on her sword after she had killed Vegeta.

Trunks knew that she had drawn blood before he felt pain because of the look in her eyes. He knew that she didn't mean to hurt him, but she had been scared of what could have happened between them… two enemies. Trunks suddenly realized that he deserved the pressure of that dagger on his throat.

All the while he had been kissing her he had forgotten that she was a warrior. She had become just another girl to him, and he had forgotten who she was. A little quick kiss would've been fine. He would've stunned her enough with that and then she would've laughed and admitted defeat and all would be well between them. He had ruined their friendship with his intentions. If only he'd had a little more control… Sighing, he lay his head back on the ground and wished that she would drive the dagger into his heart. He deserved it.

Pan's hand shook… her dagger was stained with droplets of his blood. There was a look in his eyes of defeat that totally made her heart sink.

"Trunks…"

He looked up at her and saw what she meant to say in her eyes.

"I'm sorry too," he said without hesitation, "I didn't mean to…"

She placed two fingers on his lips to shut him up, "It's okay. I forgive you if you can forgive me…"

Then quickly, she removed her fingers from his lips because it reminded her of the way they had tasted seconds ago.

"Let's just forget everything that just happened, all right?" he smiled, "I liked it better when we were just friends fighting..."

"Friends?" she asked, "But I'm from Chikyuu…"

"I think that I can get over that," he said slowly, "Besides, you may never be returning to Chikyuu. I think that after your memory returns and you give me the Chikyuu-jin secrets…"

"Will you get off that!" she said exasperated.

"Sure. If you don't mind getting off me," he grinned, "And sheathing your dagger, it's making me nervous."

She moved off him and replaced her dagger to it's sheath under her dress. She offered him a hand and helped him up off the ground. Looking at his neck she felt a pang of guilt. Pushing him down so that he was sitting on one of the boulders in the cave, she grabbed his tunic and tore a piece of cloth out of it. He looked at her with surprise as she walked over to the stream and soaked the piece of cloth. Then returning to him she used the cloth to clean up the blood on his neck.

"If you weren't a saiya-jin then this would still be bleeding," she said, grateful that the bleeding had stopped..

He smiled, "If I wasn't a saiya-jin you would have killed me a long time ago."

Pan didn't think so, but she knew that if he wasn't a saiya-jin someone would've killed him a long time ago, and done me a big favor. Hey, I must stop thinking like that… I should give the guy a break. He's a good kisser. Not that I have anything to compare it to… oh, well.

"Would you like me to go check if it's still raining?" asked Pan.

He nodded, "But I'm going with you."

He got up and they walked through the caves out to the surface. It was still raining, and it showed no signs of slowing. The night was pitch black, since the clouds prevented any moonlight or starlight from reaching them.

Trunks sighed, "I guess we're going to have to spend the night."

Pan took a deep breath, "I think I'd rather go into the storm."

"What… is the idea of spending the night with me so gruesome that you'd rather catch your death out there?" he asked.

"Actually," Pan said after a second's thought, "Yes."

"I'm hurt," he said woefully, but there was mirth dancing in his smile, "I, as a warrior, will brave the storm to, as a gentleman, escort you back to my castle."

She burst out laughing, "Since when are you a gentleman?"

"Since… since…" he couldn't answer.

She smiled, "Come on, let's go brave the storm!"

They walked out into the darkened forest, with no sense of direction whatsoever, but a growing sense of adventure.

The dead royalty of Chikyuu and Vegeta were all gathered in the great hall of King Kai's palace for dinner. Of course, they never let the window out of their sight for a moment, so hovering above as they ate was the window that showed them how Pan and Trunks were doing on Earth.

Vegeta occupied himself with muttering 'stupid brat' under his breath 24/7 when he realized that his son was being played the fool… but he was still interested enough to watch the window. The girl brat had said she was going to make a wish on the Dragonballs. He hoped, secretly to be wished back to life so that he could be given a second chance…to kill the girl brat that had killed him and take over her kingdom.

Bulma didn't watch the window. She watched Vegeta. All the time. Bra and Goten usually watched the window together and so would Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan and Videl. This particular night, they had all been eating like… well their eating habits need not be explained, but the point is that when Pan and Trunks kissed, it was enough for even a saiyan to be distracted from his meal.

Gohan looked up at the window, and it seemed to Videl that he was hyperventilating. He gasped for breath and chugged down a pitcher of water, never taking his eyes off the window.

"Videl… our daughter is kissing the man that killed half of her family," He looked sick, "My own daughter…"

Videl smiled, "Gohan, I bet you anything that soon she'll have the tables turned. She still has that dagger with her, dear."

"WHAT?" Vegeta exploded, "Are you threatening my son through your daughter's actions?"

Videl stook her tongue out at Vegeta and he blew steam out of his ears (anime, anime!). He muttered beneath his breath something about hoping that his brat raped the girl brat.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY VEGETA?" screamed Videl, leaping onto the table with her sword drawn.

"VIDEL! YOU'RE STEPPING IN MY FOOD!" yelled Goku looking at his food heart-broken.

"Oh, sorry, Goku!" She jumped off the table and sheathed her sword, realizing that she shouldn't have made a spectacle. She sat down, and smoothed her dress. She picked up her chopsticks and loaded them with mashed potatoes. Halfway to her mouth she flung the food at Vegeta's eye and resumed eating, ever-ladylike and innocent.

"BITCH!"

"ASSHOLE!"

"Videl," said Gohan, sweatdropping, "Calm down, honey."

"You heard what he said, didn't you Gohan? With your saiyan ears and all?"

"Umm… I was eating too loud…"

Videl glared at Vegeta and went back to eating. This was the way dinner went every night. It was always Vegeta and someone.

"Videl," said Gohan slowly, "Is Trunks trying to take Pan's clothes off of her?"

Everyone dropped their chopsticks. Goten raised his hand over Bra's eyes.

Bra removed Goten's hand and took a closer look, "Nooooo, he's not trying to take Pan's clothes off of her!"

Sighs of relief echoed through the room.

Bra smiled, "He's trying to take MY clothes off of Pan!"

Gohan choked on a noodle and Chi-Chi did the Heimlich maneuver on him. He coughed up the noodle muttered a thanks to his mother and went back to watching the window. Now no one was eating, not even Goku, everyone was looking at the screen in horror.

Trunks fingered the scar on Pan's arm, "What happened here?"

Everyone saw the expression on Pan's face change with the realization of the situation she was in and who she was in it with. Videl suddenly remembered something.

"He gave her that scar!" she said happily, "It's over now!"

As Pan's uppercut sent Trunks flying, everyone sighed another sigh of relief. Pan was back to normal. Most people went back to their food, but Bulma didn't.

"Videl!" she cried out, "What is Pan doing to my son?"

Looking up, Videl smiled at the blood on his neck, "Don't worry, Bulma, she won't hurt him."

"She killed my husband!" cried Bulma.

"Yeah, well your son killed my husband too you know… and he killed my husband's brother, and your husband killed my husband's father, and he almost killed me, several times, and…"

"Enough with the who-killed-who, we don't need to be reminded," Vegeta looked at Bulma, "Woman, the brats are just playing. Our brat isn't in any danger."

Bulma looked at her husband with glittering eyes, That's the first nice thing he's said to me in a while. He called Trunks OUR brat. She sighed and played with her food while staring at Vegeta out of the corner of her eye.

Bra felt her insides crumble. It was so hard to see her mother like this. If she wasn't dead already, she would die from a broken heart all over again. It was so pathetic…just because she loved him. She looked at Goten, who paused his eating for a moment to look up at her. Goten's eyes were filled with love and hope. If it weren't for Goten, always by her side, Bra would have given up on everything a long time ago. She looked up at everyone, and she noticed Chi-Chi looking at the window. Her eyes were like Goten's, filled with hope. Bra wished her family could be like the Sons. Unbreakable.

Looking up at Pan through the window she thought to herself, maybe someday our families will both be happy… It's all up to you now Pan-chan. Don't let us down.

Pan's pendant that hung around her neck glowed and it attracted Trunks' attention.

"Your necklace is glowing," he said. She smiled and closed her fist around the pendant. For some reason she has a memory of Bra's smiling face. She looked up at Trunks and smiled.

"This necklace was given to me by someone I love very much," she surprised herself by saying that.

"A boyfriend?" he asked.

"No," she said, noting that it was probably her imagination that his words sounded jealous, "My uncle."

"So you're not married or anything?" he asked, suddenly realizing how little he knew about this girl, "Do you remember anything?"

"I'm not married," she said laughing, "I don't think I could ever be married, it doesn't suit me."

"Why not?" he teased, "I thought all girls dreamed of getting married."

"I'm no ordinary girl," she said, "I am a warrior. I was born a warrior, I will die a warrior."

He suddenly thought of something, "Back there in that cave… was that your first kiss?"

There was no response.

"I can't believe this! I bet you're a virgin too then!"

Again no response.

"I guess you just never found the right guy, huh?"

"Every guy I've ever met was weaker than me…"

"Oh… I understand. HEY! I'm stronger than you!"

"No you aren't."

"Yes, I am!"

"No you aren't!"

He tackled her to the ground, "Yes, I am!"

"What are you suggesting by this?"

"I'm not suggesting anything but the fact that I'm stronger than you."

"Well, you're not," she said, relaxing on the wet grass, "Did anyone ever tell you what a great umbrella you are?"

"Ha ha, very funny," he said, getting up and yanking her up of the ground by her arm. Her arm.

"You never did answer my question about that scar on your arm," he said, "For some reason it looks familiar to me… like I remember wounding someone in that exact spot before."

"Well, with all the people you've wounded it could've been anyone, right?"

"Right. Isn't the night beautiful?"

Pan looked around and although she couldn't really see anything but dancing silhouettes, she did indeed think it was beautiful. Trunks yawned.

"Please tell me you aren't tired! We've got miles of walking to do!"

"I am tired," said Trunks, "and hungry. We should've stayed in the cave. I think we're lost."

Pan sighed a deep sigh.

"Let's just sit here under this tree till the storm subsides," said Trunks, sitting down.

"Oh, no you don't," said Pan yanking him up off the ground, "If you get struck by lightning, everyone is going to blame me. I don't want to be in trouble for killing the King of Vegeta."

I've already killed one King of Vegeta, she thought to herself, if I kill another they'll probably give me a nickname like "King Killer" or "Asshole Assassinator" or "Egomaniac Exterminator". Nah, that's crazy. They'll probably call me Pan the…

"Pan? Gold coin for your thoughts?"

"Um…I was just thinking about… how soaked I am!"

"We'll probably catch pneumonia, huh?" he sighed, "I'm sorry for not forcing you to stay in that cave with me all night."

"Hey, I would've left anyhow. Besides, I sort of like it. We're lost in a forest. We're soaking wet. It's pitch black. We're miles from anywhere…"

"I see what you mean. I guess 'tis sort of fun," he smiled, "Do you want to play a game?"

"I don't know any games to play when walking through a dark wet forest at night."

"Neither do I," Trunks sighed, "I wish we were back at home cosy in front of the warm fire in nice warm fuzzy…"

"Pants," finished Pan happily.

Trunks and Pan found themselves out of the forest. Trunks looked at the miles and miles of fields that they had to cross and he sighed.

"Please don't have a bad impression of me, Pan, I'm just as much a warrior as you, but I'm kind of tired…"

"Do you want to go back to the cave?"

"No… I just wish I could… fly home."

"Well, maybe you can," said Pan, suddenly having an idea. She took a deep breath, looked up, and called out,

"FLYING NIMBUS!"

The bouncy little yellow cloud appeared in seconds and attached itself to Pan like a puppy.

"Here Trunks, you can ride my cloud home…" the cloud hid behind Pan, it didn't seem to like Trunks, "Oh, Nimbus, please let him ride you? He may not have a pure heart, but he's tired and hungry. You know the way saiya-jins are. Please Nimbus?"

The cloud moved in front of Pan. She thought she saw the cloud sigh. Trunks looked at Pan in wonder.

"Pan? Isn't that the cloud that…"

"Don't ask questions, just get on it and go home."

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'll walk to your castle. It's only a couple miles. No big deal."

"Can't the Flying Nimbus hold us both?" the cloud bounced around happily, it's way of saying yes.

"I'd rather walk, Trunks."

"No way! I'm not being shown up by a girl! Is the idea of sitting on a cloud with me so gruesome that you'd rather die of pneumonia?"

Pan thought for a second, "Actually…yes."

He grabbed her, "Well, too bad! You're going to sit ON me if necessary!"

Trunks sat on the cloud cross legged and pulled Pan into his lap. The Flying Nimbus flew up into the air, high above the rain clouds to where it wasn't raining. Pan tried to move away from Trunks, but it's hard to move away from someone when you're sitting on them and there's no where else to go but a fall to one's death. He hooked an arm around her so that she didn't fall off the cloud.

"Relax, I don't bite," he said smiling.

"Yes you do," grumbled Pan rubbing her neck. He laughed. The ride through the night was too beautiful for Pan to stay angry just because of her proximity to Trunks. Above the rain clouds, the beautiful stars and moon were visible. Trunks was visible too, in the moonlight. His tunic was soaked, and through it she could see his muscled chest. It wasn't a bad sight, to say the least.

She suddenly realized that her clothing was soaked too and looking down at herself she gasped and crossed her arms over her chest. He smiled at her mockingly and she wished she had walked. She noticed that the Flying Nimbus was going slower that usual. Probably because two people was a little heavy for it. Maybe it was going slow because it wanted them to enjoy the night. Pan found herself yawning.

"I make a better pillow than I do an umbrella," said Trunks smiling. She wondered when he had started being so nice to her. She decided to take up his offer and lay back against his chest. He put his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. She smiled and decided that he did make a good pillow.

She took a deep breath and listened to see if her mind was going to yell at her to move away from him. It didn't. She had a really bad feeling. Her bad feeling was only because being next to him have her a good feeling… a safe, comfortable feeling. A bad feeling is only expected when you start feeling safe and comfortable around your enemy. She knew she should pull away, but she couldn't.

"Trunks?" she asked, sleepily.

"What is it?"

"Are we still blood enemies?"

"Yes. I hate you, you hate me, and we're probably going to kill each other in a few days and I'm plotting against you and you're plotting against me and we don't trust each other and we're playing mind games, and right now I'm just trying to lull you into a false sense of security so that I can kill you in your sleep."

"Good," she said, yawning again, "Goodnight, Trunks."

"Goodnight, Pan."

And here ends the tenth chapter. Hope you liked it.

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Ahhhh, look what you did to me! It's past 4 AM! AHHH! (what reader/writer doesn't stay up late by accident?)

If you're wondering about lemons... well, there will be one later in the story, but you are allowed to skip over it if you wish. I will give you a warning!

Now if you don't mind, I'm more tired than Pan was near the end of this chapter...*yawns* So I'll just be fallin' asleep now. Oyasumi nasai…Goodnight.

First Published 02/08/2002, Edited 05/12/2010