Hi peoples!! Sorry it took me so long to write this one but I've been having some problems with my health. I'm nice and alive now though, if not completely sane, but that problem was there before. Well, yes the story is a bit twisted but I promise everything will turn out fine; I don't like sad endings! Now, Disclaimer: We don't own the Characters, or anything else for that matter. I would also like to point out that I, for one DO NOT approve of drinking, underage sex (Or at least without love attached), or anything else vulgar that may appear in this story. They are simply placed because they support the plot. But anyway, here it is: Chapter 2:
Vegeta let his eyes wander down the girl's body as she sat there, drinking her second Vodka. 'She already looks slightly tipsy,' he thought with satisfaction. He noted every part of her body: Her Large eyes, sleek black hair, lean arms, full breasts, small waist, rounded hips and butt, and long legs. He decided that she was a vision in the black dress but would look better in his bed, in the black of night.
Bulma watched Vegeta laugh and talk with the young girl though the second… third… and forth glass of Vodka. Bulma was smoldering by now. She couldn't take this. Didn't that man ever think about his family? He had children and a… mother to those children! Did he know anything about commitment!?!
As Vegeta handed her a shot glass, which she chased with beer, Bulma stood up so abruptly that she knocked over the table, with all there food on it. Trunks, seeming in full support of his mother, followed. To their right another girl was getting out of her seat and heading in the same direction but in her rage Bulma didn't bother to note the presence.
"VEGETA!!" Bulma cried upon approaching him.
"DAD!!!" Another, female voice cried at the same moment. Bulma and Bra finally noticed each other but didn't have time for a greeting.
"LISTEN, ASS!!!" Bulma continued to yell at the top of her lungs while Bra joined her in a penetrating star at the man, " I CAN STAND YOU TALKING AND BUYING DRINKS FOR ANOTHER WOMAN BUT A GIRL!?!?!?!?!? I CAN BELIEVE YOU…"
"MY FRIEND!!?!?!?!" Bra managed to squeeze in as Bulma stopped to breathe. Bra fell back into silence as Bulma continued but she yanked Pan out of her seat and shoved her into Trunk's arms. Trunks helped her stagger back the booth he had been sitting in.
"Whz everhy one gething al upzet??" Pan slurred.
"Oh, Gods, What did he do to you?" Trunks responded, more to him self.
"Whath who du ta me?"
"Never mind, lets get out of here," He told her as he swept her up with ease. She screamed as if she was on a small roller coaster and clung to his neck as he took her outside, with a small wave to his sister, and went to catch a Taxi.
Pan woke with the worst headache of her life. She moaned and tried to remember how she got it, only managing to hurt her head with the attempt. A soothing voice told her that she should rest and a cold cloth was placed on her head. She moaned as a wave of nausea hit her that made her lung up, vomiting over the covers that had been pulled up around her neck. She moaned loudly again continued to retch dryly. Only when she was done did she realized that her hair was being held back by gentle hands. She turned her head and with blurred eyes made out a kind face, framed by lavender-silver hair. ((A/N: Yes, people I do know that his hair is NOT Pink!!!!))
Trunks gently pushed her back down onto the bed and folded the soiled blanket onto itself, throwing it into the hamper. He stared at her for a moment. Even with a hangover she was beautiful. He couldn't help but be turned on by her little moans. He tried to not notice that her dress was starting to ride up on her legs. It was by sheer will-power and thinking about Richard Simons in a bikini that kept him down in his pants.
"Shush, Sleep, Pan. Just sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up."
She did feel better. She was no longer nauseous, and other than a slight headache she felt fine. This time when she opened her eyes she saw the blurred face in detail. He had handsomely chiseled features with a kind smile. He was wearing dark clothes over a well-built body. She would have started to drool if she hadn't realized what she had done the night before. She couldn't remember anything after she had left the restaurant in… in his arms.
"Oh, GODS!! Tell me we didn't do anything!" She screeched at him in a horse voice.
"No, we didn't," He assured her, "But if you had left with my father you would have."
She burst into tears, "I can't believe I did that!!! What was I thinking!?!?!"
He held her in his arms and rubbed her back comfortingly, "Don't feel bad, Pan. He's done worse to a lot of young woman. It's a hobby of his, I guess. He got you drunk on purpose, for hat reason."
After a while she calmed down and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. They stared at each other for a moment until Bra waked into the room. "Pan, your parents are here to pick you up."
Just then a terrified scream of Vegeta's sounded from downstairs, "WHAT?!?!?!?! ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT I HIT ON YOUR DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!"
"Okay," The Girl replied, tearing her eyes away from Trunks, "I'm going." Pan got up and, red faced, pulled down her dress and headed downstairs.
"Hey, Bra," Trunks hissed at his sister, "Aren't you going to invite her over here? It's the least you could do after what she was through tonight!"
Bra nodded and headed after her friend. A couple moments later she came back up, "Well your little girlfriend is coming over tomorrow night, Trunks."
She giggled and left him looking like a beet.
Well, What do ya think?? Sorry it's a bit short but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Well the next Chp. Is up to my writing partner! R and R! Ja ne!