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. Also, I do not own Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
*note* Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own.
*Happy Reading!*
As Pan smeared her face into the bed in one of the guest rooms in Shishomi Estate, tears started to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't get the images from the past night out of her head. As she pulled her hair and kicked her feet, they still would not budge. A knock on the door jolted her out of her tantrum.
"Who is it?" Pan mumbled.
"It's Bra." With that response, Pan bolted off the bed and sprinted to the door. She unlocked it to reveal Bra with a worried look on her face. "Are you okay?"
"No." Pan's eyes began to fill with tears once more. She made her way back to the bed and sat down. Bra locked the door behind her and walked over to the crying teen.
"Calm down. Tell me what's wrong."
"Something awful happened last night," she sobbed. Bra gasped.
"What do you mean?"
"I…" Pan gulped as she looked away from the blunette. "I don't think you want to know."
"Pan, you have to tell me."
"It involves your brother. He…" she paused. Bra grabbed her hand and nodded for her to proceed. "He took advantage of me."
"Does your mother know?"
"If she knew, she would kill me."
"Where did it happen?"
"At your house last night."
"Why didn't you do something?" Bra questioned.
"I don't know."
"So, let me get this straight," Bra let go of Pan's hand and stood in front of her. "You came over to our house late last night and he forced intercourse with you."
"Well, not exactly." Pan sighed.
"He made you give him a blow job." Pan shook her head. "Well, what then?" Pan's cheeks turned bright red as she whispered into Bra's ear. "He ate you out?"
"If that's what you call it."
"Pan, I think you are going to have a hard time crying rape if that is all he did."
"What do I do then?" asked Pan.
"Well did you like it?" Pan looked away and thought for a moment.
"Well… I don't know," Pan sighed and looked to Bra. "It was weird. At first, it was just icky. Then, it started to feel okay. I started to get really hot and then I started shaking. Then, oh I don't know, it felt like an explosion, but a good one." Bra gazed at her puzzled for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
"Pan, you had an orgasm."
"I did?" Bra sat down on the bed next to Pan and giggled.
"I am so proud of you. You're becoming a woman."
"I am?" Bra nodded. Pan squeaked and hugged Bra.
"Now listen. Now that you are on your way, it would be stupid for you to stop. Think of Trunks as your tutor. Let him instruct you." Pan shook her head.
"But I don't love him. I love Uubu."'
"Don't you want to make dear Uubu a happy boy? Practice makes perfect, Pan. My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible." Pan gasped at her companion.
"But that would make me a slut, wouldn't it?"
"Pan, everybody does it. It's just that nobody talks about it." Pan sat and thought about the new information.
"It's like a secret society?"
"That's one way of looking at it."
"Cool," nodded Pan.
While the two girls talked, another one was sitting in the one of the many bountiful gardens of the estate. The blonde sat, quietly, by herself, reading Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Her eyes began to water as she read .
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
Two blue eyes peering behind binoculars stared at her while she read. The owner was fascinated with his prey; he watched as she read.
"I just had a nice chat with Pan," a feminine voice interrupted. "I don't think she will be giving you anymore problems."
"Yippy."
"Who are you spying on?"
"Take a look for yourself, dear sister." Trunks handed her his binoculars. Bra snatched them out of his grip and looked through them herself.
"That's her?" Trunks nodded. "She reeks of virginity." Bra sneered. "Oh, she is crying. Little baby got all upset by the big bad book." Trunks grunted and snatched the binoculars back from Bra.
"Shut up."
"What's your problem?" asked Bra.
"Nothing," Trunks continued his spying.
"She's really getting to you, isn't she?" she smiled.
"If you must know, yes." Trunks' gaze fell from the binoculars. "I don't know what to do. I can't stand that caring is wonderful bullshit, and yet," he sighed and continued. "I'm completely infatuated with her."
"Oh, bother."
"She made me laugh." Bra gasped and looked towards Trunks.
"And that's why you are losing our bet," Bra smirked. Trunks shook his head and glared at her.
"I'm not losing the bet. It is just taking longer than I expected."
"Do you mind if I take my new car for a ride?"
"Bra, the only thing you are going to be riding is me. Now if you will excuse me, I have some work to do." Trunks stormed out of the conservatory and walked through the halls. He walked with purpose, through the kitchen and out the side door towards the blonde in the garden. He slowed his walk to a slower pace as he got within her peripherals. He admired her, just for a moment. The white sundress hugged in all the right places as the wind gently blew her hair into her face. Her long, slender fingers brushed the loose strands behind her ear. As she spotted Trunks, Marron set her book down onto the blanket.
"Am I bothering you?"
"No, not at all. Have a seat." Marron slid over to make room for him.
"Don't tell me that you have finished The Fountainhead already." Trunks stated as he sat down. Marron nodded. Trunks pointed to her book. "Great book. What's that guy's name… Florentino…" Trunks tapped his head.
"Florentino Ariza." She finished for him. Trunks nodded as he stuck his hand into his pocket. He fiddled around for something. Marron looked at him with questioning eyes.
"My friend Monsieur Alexandre is a friend of Florentino."
"And just who is Monsieur Alexandre?" Marron giggled.
"You don't know Monsieur Alexandre?" he gasped. She shook her head just as Trunks revealed a black sock puppet with wiggling eyes. "Bonjour, mademoiselle," he greeted with a lower voice. Marron smiled at her new friend.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Alexandre."
"You are very pretty," Trunks continued with his deep voice. "I would like to kiss you." The black sock puppet pecked the blonde on the cheek. "Oh la la, that felt good."
"Thank you, Monsieur."
The sock puppet kissed her again. "That felt good too. I will kiss you all over!" Trunks' sock puppet attacked a laughing Marron.
"No fair!" she cried. "Two against one is not okay!" She playfully shoved Trunks onto his back and began to tickle him. Trunks laughed as he tickled her, forgetting Monsieur Alexandre. They rolled off of the blanket and onto the soft green grass, Trunks on top. He lowered his face to Marron as they both gazed into each other's eyes. Trunks lowered his lips to hers. Marron responded, locking her lips onto his. He ran his hand up her side and cupped her face. Slowly, the kissing intensified. Marron's eyes flung open and she pushed him off of her. She rolled back onto the blanket and set her dress straight. Trunks got off of the ground.
"I'm sorry about that," he apologized.
"I am too." Marron glances towards the house. Trunks paced in front of her.
"You know what? I don't take it back."
"Why are you doing this?" she sighed.
"Because I am in love with you."
"I thought you said we were going to be friends."
"I cannot handle this. I cannot keep my feelings all bottled up, like you do. Can you honestly tell me that you feel nothing for me?" Trunks met Marron's eyes as he asked her. "Tell me!" Marron sat upwards and looked back into his eyes.
"I have feelings for you."
"Then what's wrong? I love you Marron. It's not like you have a husband." Trunk sighed. "Unless you're going to become a nun or something."
"That's not fair," cried Marron.
"Why can't we be together?" Marron's eyes filled with tears. "Why won't you tell me, why we can't be together?" Trunks spoke in a low tone.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"I don't trust myself with you, Trunks Briefs!" Marron sobbed as she got up. "I took a vow and because of you that I am tempted to break it. Do not destroy that for me. Please," she begged. Trunks looked at her, bewildered. Marron gathered her book and blanket and ran to the house.