1 Chapter 2
Pan met Carmen at the club. "Pan?! You look so good! Let's go. Looking like that, you'll have guys hanging all over us. Maybe we wont even have to buy our drinks; some guys will," Carmen yelled over the music. She could be kind of tactless at times. They sat at the bar next to a man with gelled hair and strong, cheap cologne who looked like he had a strong "appreciation" for the opposite sex.
"May I buy you ladies a drink?" he asked suavely.
"Sure," Carmen replied seductively. "See? I told you we wouldn't have to buy our own drinks," she whispered to Pan.
Several drinks later…
"Do you want to dance," said the same man who was now plastered.
"Sure," Pan replied, equally as plastered. Carmen got up and left suddenly, walking up to a random guy and dancing with him. Pan looked at her weirdly but shrugged it off. Immediately, the man pulled her close and danced with her, bumping and grinding. Nearby, a person pulled out a cell phone and dialed, unknown to Pan, her parents' phone number. No one answered. The next call went to Capsule Corps.
"Hi, this is a friend of Pan's," the caller said to whoever answered, which happened to be Trunks because he was the only one home. "I'm calling because her parents weren't home and I wanted to let them know that Pan is very drunk and is, um, 'getting friendly' with a sleazeball. Can anyone there come and get her? The press will have a field day if they saw Mr. Satan's granddaughter drunk."
"Yeah, I'll come get her. Where is she?" Trunks asked. The caller gave him the location. Trunks rushed out the door and took off into the night sky.
At the Club…
Trunks pushed his way past the broad-shouldered and extremely pissed off bouncer and the rest of the line behind him, protests following him. He threw the door open and scanned the crowded room. He heard a familiar voice and turned around. His temper and ki flared at what he saw.
The scumbag was placing kisses on Pan's neck but she didn't notice, she was that drunk. Trunks threw him off her and sent a hard punch to his jaw. The scumbag flew across the room. Just then, Pan noticed Trunks was there. "Hey Trunks," she said with a drunk slur, "where were you? I wub (love) you!" Then she planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth. Then she passed out. Luckily, Trunks caught her even though he was overcome with surprise. He scooped her up and went out into the chilly night air. Pan unconsciously shivered. He looked down at her. His eyes bugged out once again. He realized what she was wearing. He was so overcome with a blind rage inside the club that he didn't see her outfit. He had to admit she looked pretty damn hot. "Whoa! No, bad kinky thoughts, bad. I can't think of her that way. She's Goten's niece. Well, its ok to think of her but not act on my impulses," Trunks thought like a naughty boy. Pan shivered once again. Trunks slid his jacket off and wrapped her in it. Then, he blasted off into the sky. "This is going to be a long, hard ride home with her," Trunks said. (And no, he didn't mean that she was heavy. Think about it.)
Trunks landed on immense lawn of the still empty Capsule Corps. He carried Pan up to his room and put her gently on his bed. He waited for her to regain consciousness. Presently, Pan started showing signs of waking up. Trunks stood beside her and waited. She tried to sit up but fell back down with a groan.
"My… head…hurts," she groggily.
"Hangovers are a bitch," he replied.
"I think I'm gonna hurl," she said, panicked.
"Well, you're not going to in here," he said as he dragged her to the toilet.
After expelling everything that was in her body, Pan asked, "What happened? What did I do? Did I do anything I'll regret?"
"Well, you were getting wild with some asshole on the dance floor," Trunks answered.
"Aw man! Did I hit on anyone? O my gosh! Did I hit on you?"
"Well, sort of," Trunks replied sheepishly.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" she apologized.
An overwhelming and uncomfortable silence filled the air. Tinges of red were seen on both of their faces.
Ok, I am so sorry again for taking so long to come out with another chapter. I am very lazy. I know how much people hate having to wait for stories to update. But please forgive me and review and please give me ideas for a new title because it really sucks. Oh, by the way: does anyone know how to make their story upload with the same font and bold, italicized, or underlined words? Please email me at dreamberry2001@hotmail.com or review.
- Dreamberry
Pan met Carmen at the club. "Pan?! You look so good! Let's go. Looking like that, you'll have guys hanging all over us. Maybe we wont even have to buy our drinks; some guys will," Carmen yelled over the music. She could be kind of tactless at times. They sat at the bar next to a man with gelled hair and strong, cheap cologne who looked like he had a strong "appreciation" for the opposite sex.
"May I buy you ladies a drink?" he asked suavely.
"Sure," Carmen replied seductively. "See? I told you we wouldn't have to buy our own drinks," she whispered to Pan.
Several drinks later…
"Do you want to dance," said the same man who was now plastered.
"Sure," Pan replied, equally as plastered. Carmen got up and left suddenly, walking up to a random guy and dancing with him. Pan looked at her weirdly but shrugged it off. Immediately, the man pulled her close and danced with her, bumping and grinding. Nearby, a person pulled out a cell phone and dialed, unknown to Pan, her parents' phone number. No one answered. The next call went to Capsule Corps.
"Hi, this is a friend of Pan's," the caller said to whoever answered, which happened to be Trunks because he was the only one home. "I'm calling because her parents weren't home and I wanted to let them know that Pan is very drunk and is, um, 'getting friendly' with a sleazeball. Can anyone there come and get her? The press will have a field day if they saw Mr. Satan's granddaughter drunk."
"Yeah, I'll come get her. Where is she?" Trunks asked. The caller gave him the location. Trunks rushed out the door and took off into the night sky.
At the Club…
Trunks pushed his way past the broad-shouldered and extremely pissed off bouncer and the rest of the line behind him, protests following him. He threw the door open and scanned the crowded room. He heard a familiar voice and turned around. His temper and ki flared at what he saw.
The scumbag was placing kisses on Pan's neck but she didn't notice, she was that drunk. Trunks threw him off her and sent a hard punch to his jaw. The scumbag flew across the room. Just then, Pan noticed Trunks was there. "Hey Trunks," she said with a drunk slur, "where were you? I wub (love) you!" Then she planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth. Then she passed out. Luckily, Trunks caught her even though he was overcome with surprise. He scooped her up and went out into the chilly night air. Pan unconsciously shivered. He looked down at her. His eyes bugged out once again. He realized what she was wearing. He was so overcome with a blind rage inside the club that he didn't see her outfit. He had to admit she looked pretty damn hot. "Whoa! No, bad kinky thoughts, bad. I can't think of her that way. She's Goten's niece. Well, its ok to think of her but not act on my impulses," Trunks thought like a naughty boy. Pan shivered once again. Trunks slid his jacket off and wrapped her in it. Then, he blasted off into the sky. "This is going to be a long, hard ride home with her," Trunks said. (And no, he didn't mean that she was heavy. Think about it.)
Trunks landed on immense lawn of the still empty Capsule Corps. He carried Pan up to his room and put her gently on his bed. He waited for her to regain consciousness. Presently, Pan started showing signs of waking up. Trunks stood beside her and waited. She tried to sit up but fell back down with a groan.
"My… head…hurts," she groggily.
"Hangovers are a bitch," he replied.
"I think I'm gonna hurl," she said, panicked.
"Well, you're not going to in here," he said as he dragged her to the toilet.
After expelling everything that was in her body, Pan asked, "What happened? What did I do? Did I do anything I'll regret?"
"Well, you were getting wild with some asshole on the dance floor," Trunks answered.
"Aw man! Did I hit on anyone? O my gosh! Did I hit on you?"
"Well, sort of," Trunks replied sheepishly.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" she apologized.
An overwhelming and uncomfortable silence filled the air. Tinges of red were seen on both of their faces.
Ok, I am so sorry again for taking so long to come out with another chapter. I am very lazy. I know how much people hate having to wait for stories to update. But please forgive me and review and please give me ideas for a new title because it really sucks. Oh, by the way: does anyone know how to make their story upload with the same font and bold, italicized, or underlined words? Please email me at dreamberry2001@hotmail.com or review.
- Dreamberry