"BRAT, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BONDED WITH HER!" Vegeta
grasped Goten by the throat and slammed him into a wall, ignoring
the screams of protest coming from Bra. Pan and Trunks stood
gaping as a ragged Goten hung from an iron like grip, face
starting to tint a nice shade of blue.
"Vegeta.... I...We.... were gonna.... ask...but"
Vegeta growled, teeth bared in a rather engaging way "But
NOTHING BRAT!"
At that moment Bulma came down the stairs, looking rather calm
for someone just walking in on a brawl.
"Vegeta, let Goten down." Vegeta gave Bulma a glare,
but obliged, releasing his grip. Goten fell to the floor, quickly
jumping up and standing next to Bra, who clutched his arm. Bulma
moved up next to Vegeta and laid a hand on his arm, which visibly
calmed him down somewhat. He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, I suppose I can't kill you, seeing that if I did, I'd
kill her to." Bra's face split into a wide grin and she
rushed forward, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Oh thank you Daddy!" She planted a kiss on his cheek
and then dashed back to Goten, clutching him by the arm and
dragging him upstairs, leaving a bewildered Pan and Trunks in
their wake. Vegeta stalked off, mumbling something about brats
and baka women. Bulma rolled her eyes and shot Pan a knowing
glance.
"You'd probably best ignore that little scene. He gets like
that with all her boyfriends." She snickered in amusement
before waltzing off after Vegeta.
Trunks cleared his throat, elbowing Pan in the side.
"Well.... that was...strange." Pan burst into giggles.
"Wouldn't I LOVE to be Goten right now..." Trunks
looked at his watch and grumbled.
"Its only early...Wanna watch TV for awhile?" Pan
nodded.
"I want to watch that movie...Um...you know..."She
snapped her fingers," Runaway Bride." Trunks rolled his
eyes
"Pan, that's a chick flick."
"So?"
He 'hmphed', a rather Vegeta like sound. Fine, Fine, we'll
watch the stupid movie." Pan grinned and leaned up, planting
a kiss on his cheek hastily before dashing into the large living
room. Trunks turned a nice shade of red before following her, and
plonking down on the couch beside her. Without asking, he
stretched out and put his head in her lap, lilac tresses
billowing out over her. Pan snorted indignantly.
"Am I a pillow now?" Trunks just nodded from his
position.
"A comfy one." Pan chuckled, and let him stay the way
he was, not really minding it one bit. Halfway through the movie,
Pan was close to tears as Julia Robert's character yet again ran
down the aisle. Trunks glanced up at her, smirking.
"Not crying over a movie, are we?" Pan lightly tugged
his hair.
"Noooo..." She didn't stop tugging his hair, but
settled down into a soft stroking pattern, making Trunks get a
little sleepy. Almost unconsciously, a sort of purr escaped him,
much to Pan's delight. She increased the pressure of the strokes,
making him purr louder. Her fingers left his hair and stared
tracing soft patterns down his face and cheeks. Trunks shot his
hands up, grabbing her wrist in the motion. Pan just gulped and
stared down at him, movie forgotten. In one swift motion, Trunks
pulled her down, lips meeting in a hard embrace. Pan shifted her
position so that she was now straddling him, lips working
furiously on his. Once out of breath, they pulled away.
"Oh Christ...." Pan muttered, fingers flying to her
lips. Trunks just stared up at her, panting. Pan moved down
again, the kiss this time more gentle and tender. Trunks growled
deep in his throat, tearing himself away momentarily.
"Panny.... I've been wanting to do that..." Pan
nodded, breathless.
"Me too..."
"Should we stop?"
"Hell No." Trunks stood up, shifting her off him.
"Not here then. Anyone could just walk in and I don't think
my dad could handle it if he found his other brat bonding with
another Son tonight. Come up to my bedroom." Pan nodded her
consent and he grabbed her by the hand, leading her up the stairs.
Later that night, in the early hours of the morning, Pan awoke.
In the dim light, she rolled over to face Trunks, studying his
face and totally content look. He had safely tucked her away into
his chest, grasp tight around her, like he didn't want to let go
for fear that something would sweep down and steal her away from
him if he did. She gently touched the wound on her neck; twin
bite marks a sign of her ownership. She ran a tongue over her
ivories, remembering the taste of his blood as she had claimed
him as her own and smiled, before drifting back of the sleep,
meeting her mate in her dreams.
In the deep reaches of space, the evil awoke. Genetic memories,
which had been planted in the inner recesses of his brain, awoke
along with his body, and the evil smirked as one picture and name
in particular was brought to the top of his mind.
Pan Son.
Heeeheeheee. Getting interesting now. More chapters will be
written soon! I'm on a roll.
Cyan Beauty.
