Chapter 8
Pan yawned and stretched her limbs. She carefully tilted her head and smiled. Yup, no pain. This quick healing was one of the things she really loved about being a saiyan.
She frowned. Being a saiyan had less good sides as well. Was the dream this night real? Vegeta said it was, but why would she believe a dream character telling her he was real? On the other hand, her previous dreams – she blushed – had also been real, or at least had not been just a dream.
She shrugged. Who cared. She'd had more important things to worry about now, like her stomach. It growled at her, telling her it wanted food. Now.
She grinned and got up, not bothering to put on anything but the T-shirt she'd slept in. She'd never before been afraid to show her legs, why would she be now? Besides, these were the Briefs. They'd seen everything, even Vegeta.
"What is it, Trunks? You've been acting weird for almost a month now! Are you finally gonna tell me what's the matter?"
Marron's aggravated voice echoed from the kitchen through the big hallway. Pan winced. Uh oh… She'd hoped to avoid the trouble for a while, but it seemed the trouble always found her. From the moment she got up until the moment she went to bed.
She decided to stay in the hall way, not interested in going back to bed, but not wanting to go into the kitchen and getting wrapped up in the fight as well.
She could hear everything clearly from here, a fact she didn't like much. She was eavesdropping, something she didn't really like. But hey, she'd sneaked into Capsule Corps., read Trunks' damned diary, stole someone else's man, cheated, what hadn't she done this month?
Trunks sighed. "I know, Marron. I've been thinking a lot lately…" His voice trailed off, leaving a legion of possibilities. Ofcourse Pan already knew what he wanted to say, but Marron didn't and Pan could hear in her voice that she got nervous.
"Trunks? What have you done?"
Trunks sighed again. He sounded tired, noted Pan. Probably hadn't slept well, she grinned.
"I haven't really done anything… well, nothing much but…"
"Trunks, you're not going to tell me you've been cheating on me, are you?" Marron sounded frightened now.
Pan sighed as well. Damn, now she was hurting Uub and Marron badly, and Trunks and herself as well. And she'd never even intended to! She didn't even want this! She only wanted Trunks…
"No, er, well, not really," Trunks stammed.
Pan groaned. Jesus, he really was even worse at this than she was. She hadn't thought it possible.
"What do you mean; not really?!" Marron's voice had raised a few tones and began to sound freaked. This was probably going to end in a real disaster.
"I mean, I haven't had sex with another woman, I…"
"You've had a man?!" Marron screeched.
Pan had the most trouble not bursting out laughing. She could almost see Trunks standing there, wide-eyed, not even considering the idea of fucking a man…
Pan's jaw dropped. Or maybe he did. He'd sometimes hinted at bisexuality, it was entirely possible he'd slept with some man in his younger years, though he hang more towards women…
"That's not what I said," Trunks said. His voice too was raising, this was not at all going like he wanted it too. "I haven't had sex with anyone!"
Marron calmed down a bit, Pan could hear her breathing in and out slowly, trying to keep her cool.
"Then what have you done, Trunks? Don't tell me there's nothing. I know you inside out, there is something."
There was a short silence, Pan imagined Trunks nodding and looking anxious, wide-eyed, down at Marron, maybe playing with her hand to try to keep her calm.
"I haven't done anything," he eventually said softly, "but falling in love."
Sounds of footsteps, probably Marron stepping back from Trunks.
"I have the feeling it's not me you've fallen in love with," she said slowly, her voice low and raw.
Another silence, followed by more footsteps.
Now would be the time Trunks took Marron into his arms and let her cry. But
Marron didn't cry. Maybe he just took her in his arms?
"I have fallen in love with you, two years ago, and I've always been in love
with you since," Trunks said.
"But?.." Marron breathed.
"I've fallen in love with someone else," Trunks sighed painfully. "I'd never intended it to happen and I didn't want it to happen, but it did. My dad says it has to do with being a saiyan, bonding and stuff…"
"But I thought I was the love of your life, the one you'd always stay with?" Marron asked, her voice quivering a bit.
"Me too," Trunks whispered.
Pan sighed, on the edge of walking away, when Marron spoke up again. Her voice was harder and much cooler now.
"Who?" she asked.
"What?" Trunks said.
"Who's the girl? Or is it a guy?" Marron repeated.
Uh oh, Pan thought again. This wasn't good… She could feel this turning into a fight. A fight between her and Marron.
"Do I know her?" Marron demanded when Trunks still hadn't said anything.
"Yeah, you do," Trunks said softly, finally. "It's Pan."
"Pan?!" Marron screeched.
Pan winced. Damn, did he have to tell her that? But her stomach tingled pleasantly when he'd said her name. So he loves me after all, eh?
"And does she know that? That's sick, she's practically your baby sister!!" Marron continued in a way too loud voice, if you'd ask Pan (and probably Trunks as well).
Pan could perfectly envision Trunks back away from Marron. The sight would have been funny if her life wasn't at stake – which it seemed to be, at this moment. Hers and Trunks'.
"She's not my baby sister," Trunks said firmly. "It's that, that I've been realising lately, and I almost wish I hadn't. But I didn't have much to say in this since we've bonded and there's nothing to do about it now."
"Bonded?" Marron sounded suspicious. "Doesn't that involve sex?"
Lotsa sex, Pan thought and almost grinned. Almost.
Trunks gulped. "In normal cases, yes. But it didn't this time, not in the sense you think."
"I don't wanna know," Marron said emotionlessly.
"Well, I guess it's over then," Trunks said nervously.
"It damned sure is," Marron answered, her voice so cold it made Pan shiver. "And I wish it had never been something in the first place."
With that she stomped out of the kitchen.
Pan jumped when she realised her position. Damn, she was so gonna get it now, being the reason of Marron and Trunks' breaking up and having eavesdropped on it as well. She just had to pretend she was just on her way to the kitchen, and hope Marron didn't figure out she'd been listening…
"Pan."
Marron's voice was chilling, scaring the hell out of Pan.
"Hi," Pan gulped, backing away slowly.
"Don't you find it at least a little disgusting, he's over ten years older than you," the blond girl said, her eyes narrowing to slits.
"Believe me, I wish it hadn't happened, I was happy with Uub," Pan said anxiously. "But there was nothing I could do about it…" Her voice trailed of. She didn't dare to look at Marron again, so she walked as fast as she could to the kitchen.
"Yeah, back away, Pan. I'm outa here anyway," Marron said bitterly before flying away, not bothering to open the door.
Pan winced when the blond girl went right through the window. "Well, I just hope Bulma doesn't mind," she muttered.
One thing she hadn't realised was Trunks still being in the kitchen. Pan jumped back when she saw a sudden movement right next to her, to note it was only Trunks sitting at the table, his head in his hands.
"I dumped her," he tiredly said.
"I know," Pan answered. "I heard. She wasn't too happy about it."
"Neither am I." Trunks didn't even look at her, didn't bother to apologise. Pan narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. Was it so bad that Trunks had to be with her instead of Marron? Sure, it wasn't really free will, but he loved her, right?
She sighed. Who was she kidding, she wished she still was with Uub. But Uub had dumped her, and Trunks had dumped Marron. There was a difference.
She sighed again. No, there wasn't. She would have had to dump Uub in the end as well, because this attraction, this love towards Trunks was something she could not deny.
She walked to the refrigerator, grabbed something and started eating, not bothering to find out just what it was.
"And now?" Trunks eventually asked.
Pan stuffed something else in her face and said nothing.
He sighed and stood up, taking some food as well.
"And now?" he asked again.
Pan ignored him and walked out of the kitchen, not wanting his presence anymore.
He aroused her, aggravated her, made her almost begging for his love, pissed her off and scared her very much.
"Pan!"
Oh shit. Trunks came after her.
"I don't want to talk!" she yelled, quickening her pace.
"I do," Trunks shouted after her.
Pan groaned. Damn the faggot let's-all-talk-about-our-emotions bastard. She turned and blasted away, breaking another window of Capsule Corps., but she didn't really bother now.
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Pan panted, looking back over her shoulder. She'd flown as fast as she could without turning into a supersaiyan, but there was no doubt Trunks was hot on her heels.
She dived down into the forest, flew right through it and landed softly on a green hill. Fine. If she had to talk to him, she would. But not in Capsule Corps. There was no way she wanted Vegeta, Bulma, Bra and her parents to be close when they were having there first lover's quarrel.
Her stomach tingled again. Lover's quarrel… Who'd ever thought she would go through this with Trunks?!
"Pan!"
There he was, looking very annoyed, his hair untidy, his brows down in a frown. He was only wearing jeans, Pan noted, and boy, was that a sight!
"Can't you ever behave like someone normal?!" he growled.
Pan said nothing but slowly walked closer to him until she was close enough to touch him.
He watched her, the look on his face turning from aggravated to surprised. It was almost amusing to see him so slowly come to his conclusions.
Softly she ran her hand through his hair, tidying it a bit and enjoying the softness. His bodyheat turned her to mush, she wanted nothing more than kiss him right there and then. But she was stronger than that.
He looked her up and down, noting her – very short – T-shirt, noting that it was the only thing she was wearing and it was giving him a fairly good view at her panties. She blushed under his gaze, but still said nothing. Her hand traveled from his hair to his cheek, his lips, his chin, down his neck to the similar bitemarks that were very quickly turning into scars. Down her hand went until it layed on his chest, feeling his heart beating. With her other hand she took his and layed it on her own heart.
"Can you feel it?" she whispered. "It's what makes this all happening."
He blushed now his hand lay on her breast and said nothing.
Pan loosened his hand and it slid down a bit, so he could feel the fullness of her breast.
Within the second Trunks pulled her close, pressed her up against his body and closed his mouth over hers.
Pan moaned in his kiss, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his rock hard muscles gainst her softness, his soft, silky skin on hers. His hands were everywhere, touching her in just the right places, making her long for more and more of him.
"Pan," he breathed, his voice low and gravelly.
Pan said nothing but let herself drop down on the ground and pulled him over her. She kissed him again, deeper and deeper, so passionate that breathing became hard. His hands slid over her naked body (when had that happened?), making her moan and gasp. She wasn't passive either, letting her hands roam freely, ripping his pants clean off him, forcing him in position.
"Pan?" he breathed again, almost inaudible. His eyes were clouded over with passion, but had something careful, tender, in them still. "Are you sure..?"
"Oh, shut up and do it," panted Pan and silenced any further comments under her lips.
Trunks eagerly complied and thrusted in, wrenching a moan of pleasure out of Pan.
His pace was almost too slow and intense for Pan to handle. Hadn't someone some day said too much pleasure would kill you? If that was so, it sure was a pleasant death.
"Trunks, please!" she whispered, but he didn't comply this time. He teased Pan senseless with his slow lovemaking, making her wrench under him, begging him for release.
If it had started wild and rough, it wasn't anymore. It was almost like Trunks put all his emotions in his lovemaking, telling her this way how much he wanted her, loved her, and hated her at the same time. Well, it sure was a nice way to communicate, Pan had to admit, but really, this wasn't a time to do so. If she didn't find her release soon, she'd stay in it. But only after a too long time his pace quickened, giving her what she wanted so badly.
Finally, her orgasm crashed down on her, as did his. In her bliss, she vaguely wondered how seldom that was. Would it mean anything? But she couldn't really give it a thought as her whole mind and body tingled with pleasure, making thinking, moving and even breathing hard.
Trunks laughed panting, rolling on his back, taking her with him. "Wow," he grinned up at her.
Pan smirked, also out of breath. "What? You liked that?"
Trunks made a face as if he was thinking it over. "Well, it was pretty average, wasn't it?"
Pan nodded sincerely. "Ofcourse I won't do my best if it's only you."
Trunks just grinned, but then his face turned serious. "If anyone even tries to do something like that to you, I'll rip out his guts and hang him with it," he said.
Pan frowned. "Oh bummer, now I have to get rid of my harem or you'll kill 'em all!"
Trunks grinned again and leaned up to kiss Pan on her nose. "I love you, little mistress," he said softly, smiling.
"I'm not small," Pan huffed, but she smiled and lay her head down on his chest, listening to his heart beating. "I love you too," she whispered and giggled about the goosebumps forming on his skin where her breath touched it.
Trunks grinned but tilted her head so he could look into her eyes. "You do realise the complications this relationship will have?"
Pan rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid. I know, and it won't be pretty, but there's not much we can do about it, is there?"
"Oh, you can be so careless sometimes, Pan!" Trunks scuffed. "I'd say you…"
Pan shut him up with a sweet kiss. "Shut up, bishounen, or do I have to beat you?"
"I'd love you to beat me up, but not now, mistress," Trunks yawned. "If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep now." And he turned again, lying partially on his side with her in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his nose in her hair.
"Men…" Pan muttered but smiled again and closed her eyes. He'd tired her out, sleeping was a good idea. Besides, it would give her more time before she had to face her parents.
"Trunks?" she whispered, on the edge of sleep. "I know it won't be always perfect. But will you promise me one thing?"
"What?" Trunks asked, his voice soft and slightly amused.
"Will you always be dreaming of me?" Pan asked groggily.
Trunks smiled into her hair. "I will, Pan," he whispered just before he fell asleep. "Always."
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THE END
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