The Things We Do
Saiyan Revival
Leaving the lookout after she was healed, Pan had fallen to sleep in his arms. Trunks was not in a hurry to deal with the aftermath, he too wanted to rest. Goten and Goku and his father kept vigil throughout the rest of the night at the Capsule house. It was an anticlimactic evening for them. The entirety of the night, Turnks dreamed along with Pan. He awoke with the name put to a half face, Asunda Koori.
Trunks looked at himself in the mirror, a mind numbing experience for him. Long gone was the self-assured man he had grown into; in his place was an unsure sacred little kid. There was no indication that he had regressed. Trunks was never an scared little kid. When younger it was only Goten, he, and their misadventures. They could destroy anything. At least they had the help from others that could. He corrected himself. However, they only tackled monsters that were trying to destroy the earth; today the monster was something else entirely.
There was a real fear gnawing in the pit of his stomach, and there was nothing he could do about it. This moment of clarity was clouded by desire. He wanted the desire to consume him. He might be scared, but it was not fear of the monster. The monster was him. His fear was the fear was losing the one he loved. He watched as she slept, while thoughts of ravishing her kept swelling in his mind. Biting her, choking her, and making her scream in orgasmic pleasure, these were things he wanted to do. Why he felt a need to replay the defilement she had just endured confused him. These ideals, these desires were not normal sexual tactics that he would partake in, unless someone asked this of him. The images of Pan's face beneath him, as he took her by force, flashed in his head and gave him a euphoric feeling. They were coming from Pan herself. She was pushing them at him while she slept. He could not bring himself to even reach for her and hold her as he wanted. Whereas he wanted her, to make love, and reassure her, give her a healthy experience to blot out the unthinkable, she wanted something else. This confused him and scared the hell out of him. Therefore, he would wait until those things were not foremost in her head.
Pan slept a peaceful sleep. She had not waked up to begin her day with vigorous training. Leaning on the doorjamb of his bathroom, the light from the vanity spilled across her upturned face. Her lips in a perfect pout; no longer marred by the blood and swelling. That image forever burned in his memory. The motherfuckers would pay. It did not matter that the main culprits were dead; there were still others who were guilty. She looked like an angel. But her memories were that of no angel, unless we think of the battle of the gods... Arch Angels were not sweet and innocent. No, there were the fists, the thunder the punishers. He would be that and anything else she needed.
He did not have a full scope of what it meant to be bonded to another soul. The fushion between he and Goten was a correlation of two; they created one body with both of their personalities. He and Pan lived in symbiosis. Now one could not live successfully without the other. For reasons he could not comprehend yet, in her worst of times, she was able to free herself from what was happening, use his own courage, and withstand unspeakable hurts. Trunks felt an emergence of her soul at one point. It was though she had left her own body, joined him and together they saw her body take the abuse, her body, not her mind.
There was a moment before he felt her join him on his trek to find her, a name that came to him, Asunda Koori. Trunks had not known what that was; in his rage, he was not even sure if it was a name of a person. However, the blossoming of Pan's mental ability exploded. The channels of her mind had their locks broken, and then she was with him, no longer in her prison. He had stopped in his tracks, only to erupt from his stupor by Goten. However, now he knew.
There was calm. It was as if she was floating on a cloud. Dende had done a marvelous job. The regen tanks had nothing on Dende's healing magic. However, Pan had her memories. She felt he did not recognize it; but she pushed herself inside him at the end. He did not have to be there he need not been close. As her body ripped and abused, not once did she mind. The whole time she imagined Trunks though her flesh was torn and abused, they did not touch her. The final moments with Kato, Pan had transferred everything to Trunks. Physically, he had been so close and now she could feel how that affected the Saiyan. He had sheltered her through the journey. Here in his room, where it all began, the taste of relief and happiness was tainted. All of this made her head buzz she just wanted to spar let loose. Her deep hunger abated; Trunks had done that for her…
He felt far away. It was as if he was keeping the incident far away. Her welfare hot on his mind, his desire laced with the need to reconnect, bitterness caused by the horror of her possible reaction to him. He did not know how to gap this fear. He needed his body inside of her, feel her surround him.
Pan thought that she could just ask them all to spar after breakfast. The only person at the table who would look directly at her was Vegeta. Bulma was giving her sideways glances, Goten and Bra kept their heads down, her father was missing, and Goku was busy eating. Trunks ate slowly, but with one hand. His other hand was on her knee under the table. Was he keeping her still? Was he trying to reassure her? Pan did not know, could not tell, perhaps both. Her curiosity about her missing father made her search out for him. She could sense his energy he was training. He was so strong and she realized that he was upset. She knew it was her fault she caused his heartache.
Trunks bent to whisper to her, "don't fret, he's just getting out as his anger. He wants to kill the bastards. Just like we all do. He's very happy that we have each other Pan."
Pan was getting used to Trunks seeing exactly what she was thinking. He was so forthcoming answering her concerns. It did help them when she was in peril, but now it was growing and it took some getting used to. He had no issue commenting. It did save on many explanations, but there were things she did not want him to have full access. She would have to work on that.
She looked up and met Vegeta's stare. She had not forgotten that he had been looking at her since she sat down. The past 10 minutes had been very odd. She squinted her eyes, he squinted his at her. However, she could feel his presence her mouth opened she realized it, "you can hear me as well…"
He blinked. Pan then looked over at her grandfather she tried to push his mind. In mid-swallow, he looked up and he smiled. Pan felt slightly sorry she was not sure she did not know. However, Goku did not disappoint, "hey Panny. Do not be mad, you are beaming like a bright light. I'm listening but there's food."
Vegeta smirked. That is when Pan realized that Vegeta had heard that too.
"So everyone can hear each other?" Pan asked aloud to the entire table.
"Go to the gravitational room and start warming up." Vegeta demanded.
It was as though things had never changed. Pan jumped up and rushed outside upon his command.
"Is it her?" Trunks asked.
"Of course it is. None of our minds are safe. When she thinks about it, each of us opens up. I have only heard of this, in times of war. There are psychic abilities, mind reading, people in accord with each other, it binds them makes them a single unit. I wondered if this was the Namekians fault, but now I wonder what happened to her."
Vegeta was disturbed. Pan what happened? He asked himself. No one answered. No one but Bulma had heard him that time. She had no answer to give. In actuality, the questioned posed to Trunks. Vegeta then decided to test her. He had to see what other ability had been enhanced. Zenkai was a powerful thing.
Vegeta and Goku walked inside the Gravitational room. Pan was doing pushups. Vegeta felt Trunks rushing to get inside, but Vegeta set the lock on the door. "Dad open the fuck up," He implored.
Vegeta only growled, "Go away, and watch if you must but I don't need you to interfere with us!"
"Dad. Open the fucking door that is my mate damnit." Then Turnks kicked at the door.
He looked back over to see Goku's face and Pan's curious stare. Neither one however, gave him an argument.
"Trunks go to work or shut up. I do not need you to defend her. Her grandfather and I are going to test her ability. We don't need your dopey ass getting in the way."
Goten stepped out of the kitchen in time to see Trunks about have a tantrum. Instead of making a joke in Trunks honor, he simply grabbed his best friend and turned him around, "She's right there man. She is okay. Think for minute. They are going to test to see how much stronger she got. It's going to be awesome." Gotne then smiled.
Turnks was usually so composed. However, Goten did not even want to imagine his life shredded by a moment without Bra. Especially after the ordeal, Pan had suffered through. Trunks would never push her so hard this soon after. Vegeta had his head in the right place. Too bad, he would not tread lightly on Trunks heartache, the separation from Pan. The most concerning thing was that they were going to try to cause pain. Attacked by Vegeta and his father was never a painless experience. Goten looked up into the room and saw that Pan looked fine to him. There was no outward appearance of fright. She looked happy.
"Come on Trunk's let's just watch." Goten encouraged.
Trunks did not want to. He knew what she could do. He had known it since it happened, her hunger, her need, her desire they had transcended. Just like, she would.
"Trunks! Don't leave!" Goten yelled at his retreating back.
"Think how mad Pan would be if you weren't here?"
And that sealed it. He looked down at his shoes, and breathed in. Her anger was not worth his confusion and feelings. It might be enough to give him the confidence to take her, if she was able to withstand a beating, perhaps other things might be okay.
A dark road lay before his eyes. The unseen monster was becoming the solid figure of him. It was not his fault. She was making the calls. It was not a few minutes in rush of blasts, did Pan simply transform, the very first Super Saiyan female. Though he stopped cold to watch her, his father and Goku began the real battle. Obviously, Saiyans never rolled over.
"Tonight my prince" Pan sent him a message. He knew exactly what she meant. She had been telling him all night, just what she needed from him.
Trunks refused to hear any more from Goten as he walked away from the gravitational room. He lost himself to the images that she wanted him to have. Trunks went into his mother's lab, and unlocked her cherished fucking vault. He took out the Ki restraint cuffs, the second pair. He had destroyed the other one on the lookout. Any feelings of remorse were now lost on him.
Quietly he stalked to his room he grabbed a capsule, in it a small Cap House. He would not do this in his home. Feeling as though he was starting a new journey in his life, he packed a small satchel of a few necessary items. Trunks could not imagine needing anything more than toiletries. Pulling open a drawer that held his training Gi, he found a small silk bag. Opening it, he spied the six senzu beans. Closing it tightly he put it in his pocket. Trunks then made the walk back outside. Trunks did not look inside with Goten and but sat quietly on the side lawn, trying not to remember any of the times they all had spent there. That life was no more.
An hour later, the door opened. Goten had left long ago. All three warriors looked pleased with themselves. Trunks tried to hide the derision he felt. Instead of speaking to them, he grabbed Pan's arm and flew off. Pan began flying with him, not letting him pull her away. The held hands but no one spoke.
Landing in an area sealed off from normal means, Trunks threw the Cap house letting the explosion wash over him. He looked into her deep eyes, seeing that girl he loved. Telling her so, he kissed her. This would be the last time he would be tender with her.