Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters mentioned in this story, or the book/movie that this story revolved around.

*note* Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own.

Here's to thinking outside the box ;o)

For-warning: Gets a little lemony again.

*Happy Reading!*

Pan fought sleep back. With her new grounded status, she had to be asleep by 10 p.m. For tonight, she had to fake it. She turned out all of her lights and had to lay there until the set time of 1:30 a.m. It was harder than she thought. She studied her room in the dark. All of the stuffed animals and antique figurines she had stacked on her shelves were quite creepy at night. She made a mental note that it was time to remove them after her weekend away. It would definitely make her mother even madder at her and Pan loved that thought; and it even scared her. She would do it; she had made up her mind. She glanced at her alarm clock for the millionth time that evening. It finally read 1:30 a.m. Pan's heart started racing. She crept out of bed silently and looked out her window. The plan was running smoothly. She tip toed to her door, not even making a peep. The one thing she really loved about her anal mother right now was that she hated squeaky things; doors, windows, floors, you name it. So this made Pan Son's attempt to break out of her house perfectly easy. She made it to the outside of her home easily. The car was waiting for her, just as they planned. She stepped into the blacked out vehicle.

"Hi!" she whispered to the driver as she shut the door. The driver nodded and started towards their destination. Pan thumped her head back onto the seat. That rush, that thrill, of completely defying her mother, it made her feel dangerous. It was a new feeling she had never felt before. The bad thing was that she loved it. Or maybe it was a good thing? She arrived to her destination and got out of the car. She walked up the steps of the town home and opened the unlocked door. Pan kept as quiet as a mouse as she made her way to the lighted and opened door up the stairs.

"That… Was… Awesome." Pan let out an exasperated sigh as she closed the door behind her. The man looked up at his company. He held out a piece of paper and a pen to her. Pan ran and grabbed it out of his hands and plopped onto his bed. She frivolously jotted down a half page of writing while the man fiddled with an old Polaroid camera. "Finished!" Pan exclaimed and handed him the piece of paper. He looked it over, seriousness in his eyes.

"Excellent."

"You think he will like it?"

"He'll love it." He pointed the camera at Pan and shot a picture.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Just taking your photo."

"It is three in the morning. I look terrible."

"You're right," he agreed. "Those clothes don't to you any justice. Why don't you take them off?" Pan gasped and stood up from the bed.

"I am getting out of here." He stood in her way.

"I'm sorry Pan. That was out of line."

"I want to go home," a scared Pan stated.

"I was just kidding." Pan's eyes began to water.

"I want to go home," she repeated. He moved towards the phone.

"Okay, I'll just call your mom and have her come pick you up."

"My, my mom?" gasped Pan. "Please, don't call my mom."

"Why not? Oh wow, she doesn't know you're here. In fact, you are grounded. Damn, you could get in a shit load of trouble for this. I think I should call her anyway." Pan ran over to him, sobbing. She wrapped her arms around his legs.

"Please, please, please. I will do anything! Just don't call my mom," she begged.

"Pan. All I want to do is give you a kiss."

"And then I can go home?"

"Of course," he said laughing. "I'm not a monster." Pan let out a breath of relief. He pulled Pan's tiny body up to his level, and held her there.

"Just a kiss, right?"

"I swear." Pan closed her eyes and puckered up. The man took hold of the string of her sweat pants and opened them. Pan gasped.

"What are you doing Trunks Briefs?"

"You promised to let me kiss you."

"But…" Trunks pointed to her lips.

"I don't want to kiss you here," he moved his fingers down below her belt. "I want to kiss you there."Pan met his eyes as Trunks smirked at her. Pan pulled the strings of her sweats and let them fall to the floor.

(A/N: Little T/P for you there. I swear that's the most T/P I will ever write in my life.)

Videl Son walked into her daughter's room. It was almost eight thirty in the morning and that girl needed to be ready ten minutes ago. She was taking an abnormal amount of time to get ready this morning and today was not the day for distractions.

"Panny, are you up yet? We are going to be late for the…" Videl noticed the bed was empty. "Pan?" She walked over to the bathroom doors and knocked. "Are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in the bath mom," Videl heard through the door.

"Well, hurry up. I want to be at the Shishomi Estate by lunch." Videl stated and walked out of the room. Pan was in the bathroom, but she wasn't in the bath. She was staring at her nude body in her full length mirror. She was examining the many hickeys on her neck and chest with tears falling down her cheeks. Pan pulled a bottle of cover-up out of her drawer and placed the makeup on the purple and green bruises. She got herself dressed, a turtle neck was in order; thankful the weather was a bit chilly that day.

"It was nice of you to invite us up for the weekend, Mrs. Briefs," Videl Son embraced Mrs. Briefs they entered the mansion. Mrs. Briefs giggled.

"Oh, the more the merrier!" She gave both the women hugs, but hesitated when she got to Pan. "Is everything alright dear?"

"I'm just not feeling well," lied Pan.

"I hope your two hour drive wasn't too painstaking. I just love having all this company though. You both know Marron Chestnut; she's out on the patio with our lunch. Shall we? I bet you two are both famished from your ride out here!" Mrs. Briefs led them out to the white terrace to a lovely tea table, loaded with sandwiches and fruits. Marron greeted Videl and Pan as they sat down. As the women were merrily chatting and eating, with Pan being slightly awkward, their conversations were interrupted by a male presence.

"Afternoon ladies." Trunks walked over to the four women with his tennis racked in hand. Pan's jaw dropped open as he took a seat at the table.

"I didn't know you would be here, Trunks." Videl shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"I wasn't planning on it, but being such a lovely day, why waste it in the city. Anyone for tennis?" Trunks looked around the table and settled his eyes on Pan. He slowly began to stroke the shaft of his racket. Pan started to feel horribly dizzy. She quickly stood up, excused herself, and rushed into the house. "What's wrong with her?" Only blank faces looked back at him.

"Would you excuse me for a moment please?" Videl followed her daughter into the house.

"I hope she's alright," Trunks shrugged.

"I better go check on them, see if they need anything. Excuse me," Mrs. Briefs smiled and excused herself from the table, leaving only Trunks and Marron. He smirked at her.

"Alone again," Trunks chuckled. "What are you up to today?"

"I'm doing some volunteer work."

"Need any company?"

"You? Volunteer?" Marron laughed. "I don't think so.

"Maybe I would like it. I am trying to change here. You could be a little supportive." Marron thought for a moment and then a smile crept onto her face.

"Okay."

"Babe, you are looking at the next Mother Theresa." Marron laughed and shook her head.

While the two were talking, Pan snuck into a cupboard and called Bra.

"Please. I need you. I don't know what to do. You're the only one I can talk to."

"I'll be there in a few hours." Bra answered on the other line. They hung up the phone, and a cruel smile crossed Bra's face.

Trunks followed the directions Marron gave him to a little complex in the countryside. They drove up to a large, homey building. Marron got out of the car.

"You coming in?" she beckoned him. Trunks rolled his eyes and leapt out of his car. As they walked into the establishment, a nurse came up to the twosome and greeted Marron by name. Marron then introduced the nurse to her male companion. The nurse seemed very pleased.

"It's really nice when the young people help out. Most of our patients don't have any family nearby." The nurse led them to a door and opened it. Inside there was an older man in a hospital bed. "Mister Sato, we have a visitor for you," said the plump nurse. Trunks started to enter the room, when the nurse stopped him. "Actually Trunks, you're going to be spending an hour with Mrs. Kinjo." Trunks frowned as the nurse pulled him down the hall. Marron giggled and waved to him.

"I brought some old waka poetry for you. These are about lovers, they are very romantic. It was thought, back in that period, the man wanted to stay with his lover and when the sun rose he had almost no time to don his clothes which had been laid out in place of a mattress. It is very beautiful, I promise you that." Mr. Sato nodded at the young blonde as she started to read.

Trunks was led to Mrs. Kinjo's room. Mrs. Kinjo has had a long, fulfilling life, with plenty of tales about the war, love, loss, and the value of truth. Unfortunately, her metropolitan family put her into this home, once she became a tiny bit senile, and practically forgot about her. As she sat in bed with the younger man to her side, her brain started to stir stories from her past. Her eyes glistened as she began to speak.

"Did I ever tell you the time when my late-husband sent me…" she began.

"Yes you already did." Trunks ignored her as he played on his iPhone.

"I did?" Trunks kept his eyes on his phone.

"Right after we played rummy."

"We played rummy?" excitement rose in her voice, but confusion fell over her face.

"Oh yeah. You beat me three times."

"I did?"

"Yep. Then I fucked your daughter."

"Excuse me?" Trunks turned to her.

"I said, do you want some water?" he asked a little loud. Mrs. Kinjo shook her head.

"Oh no, thank you." A knock on the door alerted the two. Trunk shoved his phone in his pocket and placed his hand on the older woman's.

"Come in," he answered. Marron and a nurse entered the room.

"How are we doing in here?" asked the nurse.

"I won three games of rummy!" an excited Mrs. Kinjo replied. Trunks smiled at Marron, who grinned back at him.

"It's time for us to leave," Marron explained to the older woman. Mrs. Kinjo nodded as Trunks rose.

"Bye Mrs. Kinjo. I will work on my rummy skills for next time!" Trunks waved to her as they exited the room. The nurse thanked the two young adults and led them to the exit. Trunks couldn't have been more excited to get the hell out of there, but he kept a cool complexion as he started the car and drove back towards the estate. The pair rode in silence for awhile, thinking back to their experiences today.

"It's weird," Trunks broke the silence. "I actually feel good about myself. Can we do this again next week?" Marron laughed.

"Oh please."

"What?"

"I actually feel good about myself?" Marron mocked, furrowing her brows. She laughed as she leaned back in the convertible.

"I do." Trunks pouted.

"You must take me for a real idiot."

"I don't."

"You're going to tell me that you had a nice time with Mrs. Kinjo."

"I did." Trunks laughed. "We played three games of rummy," he paused. Marron threw him a look. "Alright, I was bored out of my fucking mind. I hate doing charity."

"That's okay. It doesn't make you a bad person."

"Yes it does," he sighed.

"No it doesn't. I'm happy you are being honest with me."

"I can't win with you Marron," he frowned.

"It's not about winning. You know what your problem is?"

"My problem?"

"Yes, your problem. You take yourself way too seriously."

"I do not."

"Lighten up."

"I am lightened. Can we drop this?" asked Trunks.

"Fine." They continued to drive in silence. A smile came over Marron's face. She turned to him and smiled. He glanced her way as she crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

"What are you doing?" She continued the face. "Stop it, it's distracting." Trunks started to chuckle. She continued to keep her eyes crossed and placed a finger on the tip of her nose and wiggled it up. "Cut it out!" he laughed at her.

"Oh dear, are you actually laughing?"

"No." Trunks returned all seriousness to his face.

"No?" she asked. She made the face again. Trunks laughed.

"Stop that!" He smiled as she continued laughing.

"There's hope for you yet, Trunks Briefs." Marron grabbed his hand and held it. He looked at her lean her head back. As her eyes closed, he squeezed her hand and looked towards the road.