Disclaimer: *ducks behind a tree as the men run by* Whew...Anyway, I have a question (and will start having one every chapter): Why does everyone care about Vegeta being OOC when it's usually Bulma who's drastically out of character?
A/N: *hands candy out to reviews* ^!~v I feel all special. (Hopefully I can finally write a fic that'll get a hundred reviews...that'd be great.) ^_^ I had no idea this fic was that original...yey! Alright, enough with my lavishing in the praise (which I greatly appreciate) and on to the fic! *cries* STABBING WESTWARD DISBANDED!!!! *runs into wall* It's 5 in the morning and I've got MTD, ehehehehehehe!!! It could be the sleep deprivation or...this is a tear-jerker! o.O;;;;
"Tangible Pleasures"
This was it. The moment he and his beloved had been waiting for, for so incredibly long. Pan...Katrina...Hiro...Trunks...it was mesh of personas, but none of the four protested. Maybe they couldn't, or maybe they wanted it so bad they could cry. But it didn't matter what the definite reason was...because it would happen either way...
For the second time, Trunks abandoned the haunted room, forgetting all about collecting the items he deserved. Even though he rushed out of the beautiful house the sweet smell of Pan and of Katrina acted as a wonderful drug to him, dulling his otherwise keen senses. In truth, he was blind. An animal running on sheer instinct.
Leaping up, he speedily blasted off in search of the owner of such an intoxicating scent. A whisper in the back of his mind told that she'd run home. Katrina would dash to her abode to be safe, to wait for him. Trunks aimed toward Son Gohan's house and increased his pace. No more waiting...soon, soon, soon...
She touched down on the verdant grass and meekly stumbled over to the reddish-brown colored door, ignoring fluttering birds, busily buzzing bees, and cheerful flowers that peeked out of their respective pots. Not bothering to knock, the ebony eyed lady turned the golden doorknob. Almost falling in the door, Pan ambled through the humbly decorated home of Son Gohan and Son Videl towards a flight of stairs.
Buttery rays of sunlight streamed in through petite windows and spilled their splendor upon the girl and thus cast dark shadows on the wooden floor. Two shadows. However, the woman didn't notice this odd occurrence for her vacant, far-away eyes stared forward as the stairs were taken at a slow methodic pace. Left foot up. Right follows. Left. Right. Left. Right. Such a simple command from the mind accomplished so much. Reaching the top, she lazily turned her head side to side, her coal bangs swinging in time like a metronome, until her eyes saw what they had been searching for; her old bedroom.
Teetering like a drunk for a moment, a lazy grin spread across her olive skin and she ventured past happy pictures of her and her family towards the room at the end of a hall. Upon entering the sacred room that was now void of her belongings, she unceremoniously plopped down onto the flowery comforter that her mother had placed on the bed. As if a spell were cast, her eyes grew heavy and she slipped into a bittersweet darkness.
He touched down on the verdant grass and boldly strode over to the reddish-brown colored door, ignoring fluttering birds, busily buzzing bees, and cheerful flowers that peeked out of their respective pots. Not bothering to knock, the sapphire eyed man pushed past the partially open door. Sensing his beloved up a flight of stairs, he made his way over to them, walking on the polished timber flooring.
Buttery rays of sunlight streamed in through petite windows and spilled their splendor upon the boy and thus cast dark shadows on the wooden floor. Two shadows. However, the man didn't notice this peculiar event for his blazing, intense eyes focused forward as the stairs were taken at a rapid pace, two...three at a time. Reaching the top, he gazed toward the left...toward a bedroom at the end of a hall. An impish smirk appeared on his young, handsome face. Be it Vegeta's or Hiro's, it didn't matter, it looked the same in the controlling, puckish way that it always did...
With lightning speed, he hurriedly headed for the door to claim his prize. Pan-chan, Kat-chan, I'm coming...If a thought could be heard, that one would have been understood in two voices; that of a demi-saiya-jin's and that of a human's.
Son Pan's eyes shot open as she felt a presence hovering above her. With charcoal eyes wide, she stared into the striking face of Trunks Briefs. His head was mere inches away from her own. She might have blushed if she wasn't so incredibly shocked.
"Tru-Trunks...what're you d-doing?" she managed to stutter out after a short period of silence. Instantly, she realized that he was straddling her, his arms on either side of her shoulders. At that moment a whirlwind of emotion came over her. She felt uncomfortable, pleased, anxious, frightened, lustful, wanted, uncertain, and slightly confused. Biting her bottom lip, her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what to do about this situation. Out, yes, but moving was not an option at the current time. Her muscles dared not to move, nevertheless her heart's pace doubled. A sense of panic from Pan was fighting a sense of elation from Katrina. They were both very powerful, potent sensations. Quite frankly, elation was winning.
"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...
Her breathing became quicker, and as if they had minds of their own, Pan's lithe arms moved upward and her hands clasped Trunks' head and slowly pulled him down towards her. Pan's eyes slid closed as her lips brushed against her love's.
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HAHAHAH, I am so evil! :) (Sorry so short, I'm tired.) Ummm, well, because I've always wanted to ask this...anyone want to be alerted by e-mail when I get a new chapter of this up? E-mail me (stabbingwestward4@hotmail.com), instant message me on AIM/MSN (SweetChickie33/cdtarrant@hotmail.com), or tell me in a review! :) Oh...I wasn't gonna do this...but alright, you get a little more...*sighs* JUST STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
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A shock! A wave of electricity that neither of the two had ever felt before ran through their bodies. Against her will, Pan arched her back at the intensity of it, leaving her head spinning. It's really happening, Hiro, Katrina thought, her forehead pressed firmly against Trunks', after so long...father won't stop us this time. I promise...
Trunks was still astride Pan, merely reveling in the fact that he could be close to her now. He felt as if he could almost breathe her in. Hiro pulled his forehead away from Katrina's and brought a unyielding hand to her chin, tilting her head up to capture to her pouting lips in a passionate kiss.
This was it. The moment he and his beloved had been waiting for, for so incredibly long. Pan...Katrina...Hiro...Trunks...it was mesh of personas, but none of the four protested. Maybe they couldn't, or maybe they wanted it so bad they could cry. But it didn't matter what the definite reason was...because it would happen either way...