Disclaimer: "HURRY UP! She's only a KID!" *continues running from DBZ representatives*
Last Time (like you need to be reminded...I just posted the dang thing yesterday! ;):
Pan gave him an odd look, but shrugged and began to slink out of the room, the artwork of Hiro in her hand. Trunks was still staring at her as she went. Yet, she seemed oblivious to his stares as she walked towards the door. At that moment, the son of Vegeta didn't feel like himself...but like someone he didn't know...And...And...
He realized then, that his heart was leaping like a man finally seeing God when his sweet angel moved before him. Trunks wanted nothing more than to strip her slowly down and drink her in like the finest of wines. To feel his lips against her fiery skin, to hear her cry out his name, to breathe in the scent of her hair...anything of that intensity would have been a heaven on its own. He had finally found his beauty, his love and this time...he'd have her forevermore.
"Complete Control"
"It's alright...my angel." His words were dripping with his lust, yet were soft and soothing. His eyes were half lidded, but she could tell that this was not the Trunks Briefs she knew and loved. A wintry shiver shot down her spine and her resolve to be free from his touch nearly ebbed into nothingness. Part of her screamed to be taken by him, and only him...
When the last of Pan's lithe body slipped through the threshold, Trunks heart returned to normal pace. He wasn't sure what had come over him...Pan? Beautiful? He wanted...her? No, it was unrealistic in his logical eyes. Yet, a devilish voice in the back of his mind whispered to him. It whispered that he would take her...her, the fair and radiant Katrina.
"Katrina..." Trunks mumbled before following Goku's granddaughter out of the beautiful, daunting room and soon, the house all together.
A few quiet days later, everything seemed back to normal. All of his thoughts of Pan were strictly back to their platonic relationship. After a long day at Capsule Corp., Trunks decided that he should go to reclaim the things that he owned. Although, when he was driving over there in a fancy yellow jet, a familiar feeling of dread and alarm knotted throughout his stomach. When he tried to dwell on it, the thoughts were pulled away as they had been many times before. Shrugging off the feeling, he landed the jet in the front yard. The elderly gateman was there, waiting for him as he said he would be.
"Good morning," he said politely to Trunks. He was clad in paint-stained blue coveralls and a cocoa brown themed plaid shirt was underneath.
"'Morning," Trunks stated with a nod. The gateman quickly handed over the single key that opened the front door. After the elaborately decorated key was safely in the president of C.C.'s hand, the man scurried away to leave Trunks to do his business.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Trunks ventured up the small flight of slightly rotting stairs and after a moment of unlocking the door, entered the seemingly sinister house. The initial darkness of the unused home swallowed him as if sending a signal that he'd never leave.
Pan kept trying and trying and trying to pay attention to young college professor, but to no avail. Not only was a lecture on the proper uses of tautology not necessary, but it was ungodly boring. There was also another factor that prevented the black haired beauty from keeping up; crying. It was a horrid sound. She could see faint flashes of a woman crying, crying out in sadness for her would-be lover. These sorrowful images were unnerving, but the actual sound was a torture on a different level. It echoed a mewing cat and a barking dog. The sobs and hiccups.
She herself found the need to start crying out, to fall to her knees and await...no matter how long...for her Hiro to console her. To come back to her. So she sat, chewing on the pink gum eraser on her #2 pencil as she methodically rocked back and forth, her feet rubbing themselves raw against each other. It was the only thing keeping her sane--besides her painting. Yes, she mused, Hiro...you are so handsome...I can't wait to see you again... A faint, ghostly smile appeared on her face as another person took over.
He found himself in that room again. Trunks was rummaging through Katrina's old belongings, trying to find something that would catch his eye. Needless to say, Trunks wasn't very big on antiques. The peculiar thing was, that with each white painted drawer he opened, the intoxicating scent of her would billow out and invaded his senses. By the time he had opened a fourth drawer of one of her many dressers, his head was spinning. A now familiar sensation washed over him as everything quickly became like ice. A hallow pinprick was in the center of his belly and he couldn't help but to drop the embroidered dressed that had been clutched in his calloused hand. His breathing became labored as he tried to focus, but every time he tried, a loud male voice kept weeping for his Katrina! He needed her! Trunks felt as though he were dying!
Putting his hand to his head, he squeezed his eyes shut in attempt to silent it. But it wouldn't stop. And the more it cried, the more scenes he saw in his mind. These hazy images depicted to lovers, what Trunks registered as Pan and himself, about commit to each other...about to do what they had been trying to do since their secret meetings began. Then the flashes of passion were replaced by images of a beauty...the beautiful Katrina...the lovely Pan...And they were brutally ripped away. A cold, blank abyss greeted the demi-saiya-jin as his angel was truly fallen.
Trunks blinked and suddenly jerked his head upward. A single objective became clear in his mind. Take her while he could. Take Katrina...Pan...like he had been prevented from doing all of those years ago. He would be denied no longer.
Drrrriiiinnnnng! The glorious bell resounded throughout the room, signaling Pan's freedom. Almost blind from her visions, she stumbled out the door with the other students, shaking violently as the tears finally began to prick up. As soon as she felt that she was outside, she blasted off. Right at that moment, she didn't care who saw her fly away. It only mattered that she go home...home to where she felt safe. Of course, no where felt safe without him, but that could not be helped at the time. And so she wept on her way. The salty tears blazed behind her and she dared not to wipe them away. Let the world know her pain! Let the world know what her father had done to her! Let it all be known.
Even though her ki surrounded her body in a fiery warmth, she could not feel it...for all she felt was a tremendous chill shoot through her body.
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A/N: *looks surprised* A classic T/P! Oh my...I've only read, like, two T/Ps and neither were even finished! Oi! Wow, I'm glad a few ppl are liking my first T/P! ^^ Did I mention I've never seen beyond FUNimation's DBZ dub? Well...yeah, I've never even SEEN Pan ('cept for pictures). o.o There's no real cursing yet, but as you may have noticed from the above paragraphs...it'll get kinda, uh, well, suggestive. I dunno, I think R is apt for now.
Awww, I feel bad...that was kind of like a teaser (considering I didn't even use the paragraph)! Maybe I'm not as nice as I thought I was. :| Oh yeah, sorry if I'm rushing things...I just don't think I've gotten enough characterization done. Bleh, you decide! (GOMEN, again no time to proof-read!)
R&R all...it only takes a minute! ;) *points to the long button down below* See, that one right there! Click it! You'll...umm...receive candy! Or Trunks, or Bulma, or whoever you fantasize of having! I swear.... ^!^;