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Wow, talk about a response!! Trunksgrl06 and I didn't expect there to be that many reviews, but we loved it! Thank you all!! ^_^ Hmm, I see you like this sort of humor and stuff. Well, so do I. The humor sort of fits that stupid, yet funny, mood I get into sometimes. Oh yeah, to answer a few peoples' questions, no, this isn't a get-together fic. This is strictly a revenge fic. I think it'll also be pretty short, considering Pan only wished to be Trunks for a day. *shrugs* Oh well, let's get the story started!!
Title: It Starts..., part II of Twisted Revenge
Author: trunksgf513 w/ideas and suggestions from trunksgrl06 (aka joint fic)
Pan ran downstairs and sat down at the table just as Mrs. Brief placed the last plate on the table. Immediately she began eating, following the habits she had observed when over the Brief's house. Vegeta walked in just as she finished filling up her plate and sat down across from her, looking at her over the table. She nodded her head to declare that he had acknowledged the prince's presence and tensed when she heard a faint growl. Looking up, she saw Vegeta staring at her, lip lifted so she could see an over-developed canine. Quickly she returned to eating, shovelling the food down her throat quicker than usual.
"Good morning, Trunks." Bulma chirped, walking into the kitchen and sitting down across from her mate.
"Mornin'" Pan replied. She smiled at Bulma, then began to eat again. The scientist's eyebrow raised in interest at her son's comment as she placed some pancakes on her plate.
"Why are you in such a good mood this morning?" Bulma questioned. Vegeta stopped eating and looked at his son skeptically. Gulping down her food, Pan looked up at Bulma.
"Uh, I dunno. I just am." she shrugged before eating again. Vegeta growled and slammed his fork down.
"Is it because you missed training this morning?!!" he shouted.
From sheer surprise Pan fell backwards out of her chair. Her knees hit the table on the way down, causing the table to jump and her plate to slide off the table and onto her stomach. She cursed silently and began to stand up, syrupy pancakes stuck to her washboard abs. Slowly her head rose, taking in the sight before her. Mrs. Brief was giggling insanely while Bulma was trying desperately to contain her mirth. Dr. Brief stood in the doorway, Scratch (I believe that's the cat's name...) on his shoulder and a steaming coffee mug in his hand. Vegeta was shaking his head, eyes closed and a deep frown etched on his face.
"The things I put up with..." Vegeta growled, walking away.
Pan sighed and walked to the sink, turning on the water. She had just finished washing the pancakes off when loud thumping was heard. Turning around in alarm, she stared at the hallway, which was next to the kitchen. Vegeta stood perfectly still, eyes fastened on the wall in front of him. Seconds later Bra appeared, a huge smile on her face. Vegeta slowly turned towards his daughter, crossing his arms as he did so.
"What's with all the racket, brat?" Vegeta snarled.
"Daddy!!" Bra shouted happily, running towards him.
"GAAAAAAAH!!!" Vegeta yelled as he was bowled over by his daughter and smacked against the wall. Pan chuckled softly along with the others in the kitchen. Sounds of shouting were heard in the hallway as Bulma walked towards her son.
"So what do you plan to discuss in the meeting this morning?" Bulma asked, putting her dish in the sink.
"Meeting?" Pan replied slowly, unsure of what to say. Bulma sighed and leaned against the counter, looking at her son.
"Yes, a meeting. With only the second most profitable electronics business on the planet." Bulma nearly yelled.
"Oh." Pan said dumbly. A meeting?!! What am I supposed to do? Oh man...
"Trunks, seriously, if we're going to own this company, we have to look presentable in front of them. No crazy antics, okay? And please look respectable. No UFO's and a wifebeater, please." Bulma nagged.
"Yes, Mother." Pan groaned.
"Good, now go get ready." Bulma ordered. With a nod Pan ran up to her room.
After a rather heated conversation with Trunks and a quick shower, Pan had gotten dressed and was on her way upstairs for the meeting she was to attend. Thankfully she knew Capsule Corporation like the back of her hand, and found Trunks' office quickly. After gathering some papers she thought to be important, she made her way to the meeting room, where a representative from the other business already were seated. A clean-shaven and sharp-looking young man stood up as she made her way to him.
"Hello, Mr. Brief. I am Wyclif Benson of Benson Electronics. It's nice to meet you, Sir." he said cooly. Pan took his hand and shook it firmly, smiling amiably.
"Hello, Mr. Benson. It's nice to have you here." Pan greeted. They engaged in small talk as Pan made her way to the head of the table and got comfortable. "So, shall we get down to business?"
"Yes, Sir. Our company would like to be under your chain of electronics stores because - " At this point Pan began to daydream, his words only some muffled mumbles.
Hrm, this guy's kinda cute. I would flirt with him if I were still in my body, but since I'm in Trunks', I can't. She nodded in response to one of Wyclif's questions, then allowed a small smirk to grow on her features. But then again, I can still tease him...
"Mr. Benson." Pan said softly, interrupting him. Wyclif stopped talking immediately, looking at the Capsule Corporation president nervously.
"Yes, Sir?" he queried. Pan merely drummed her fingertips against each other, leaning back in her chair. She watched in amusement as Wyclif shifted in his seat and tugged on his tie every so often.
Oh this is gonna be great...
"Mr. Benson." Pan repeated. "Do you know how large my penis is?" She had to try desperately not to laugh as his eyes bugged and his mouth opened and closed as though he were a fish.
"N-No, Sir." Wyclif stuttered nervously. Pan smirked and placed her hands on the armrests of her chair. "Anyway, uh, our business has quality products that are - "
"Eight inches." Pan answered.
"Excuse me, Sir?" Wyclif questioned, confused.
"That is how long I am. Eight inches." Pan reiterated.
"Th-That's uh..." Wyclif choked out.
"I am gifted, am I not?" Pan teased with a smirk.
"Yes, Sir. You are." Wyclif said, blushing. Pan stood up and walked to the other side of the table, running her hand along the trim of the table.
"I am gifted in other ways, as well." she said, stopping in front of Wyclif. The president of the other company gulped and looked up at her, obviously still shocked about that earlier comment.
"S-Sir, are you saying you want to have sex with me?" he questioned. Pan blinked and waved her hand.
"Of course not!! I'm a woman-lover myself." she said nonchalantly.
"Oh, okay..." Wyclif sighed in relief.
"But...there's always a first for everything." she said, slowly turning her head towards him and winking. That was the last straw for Wyclif, who nervously gulped and began to gather his stuff.
"Uh, I'll get back to you on the merging deal, Mr. President." Wyclif stuttered.
"Alright then, I'll be waiting." Pan said, crossing her arms. Wyclif was about to leave when she called his name. Slowly he turned around. "Keep this hush hush. We wouldn't want rumors going around about me and you." She winked and licked her lips slowly.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Wyclif squeaked, literally running out the door. Seconds later Pan broke out into laughter, walking calmly over to Trunks' seat. She continued to laugh as she fell on it, spinning around.
"This is great!! The rumors will probably start within the hour!"
She giggled again and stood up, gathering her papers as she walked out to return to Trunks' office. The secretary glanced up at her as she walked by. She could tell the young woman was staring at her butt, but she chose not to say anything. A few seconds later she walked out, flashing a smile at the secretary.
"Miss..." She looked down at the secretary's desktag. "Porito, I'm going out to lunch."
"Alright, when will you be back, Sir?" she asked softly, watching him lustfully. It disgusted Pan to see women worship the demi-Saiya-jin like this, but she held her tongue.
"Tomorrow morning." Pan replied, walking out the door before Miss Porito could protest. Quickening her walk, she arrived outside the Capsule Corporation building and started towards the city.
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!" Chi-Chi shrieked at the top of her lungs. Trunks cringed and almost dropped the brush he was holding. Now I see why Father hates her so much...
"What, Grandma?!!" he shouted back.
"You have school in forty minutes!!" Chi-Chi yelled.
"I'm not going!" Trunks replied. Minutes later stomping was heard, followed by a bang as the door hit the wall.
"Yes you are, young lady. Education is important! How will you pass college and get a decent job if you don't go to your classes?! How will we get money?!!" Chi-Chi exclaimed. "And change those clothes! You look like you just fell in a dumpster!!" Trunks looked down at himself, then shrugged.
"I'll become a whore for money." he answered, smirking inwardly. Pan would hate him for this, but oh well. He was going to have fun while he was in this body. He noticed it had been silent for a while too late, for a frying pan came crashing down on his head.
"No granddaughter of MINE will become a whore, do you understand me?!!" Chi-Chi yelled, grabbing his ear and yanking her out of her bedroom and down the hallway. Soon they reached the stairwell, where at each carpeted stair Trunks hit his head. "And another thing, you will go to school and you will hold a successful job and you will marry a handsome man with lots of money and power so we will be supported!!!" Finally they reached the bottom of the stairwell and he was basically thrown into the kitchen and forced into a chair. Chi-Chi put the hand with the frying pan in it on her hip and pointed one of her heavily-braceleted hands towards the food on the table. "NOW EAT!!!"
Trunks didn't need any further encouragement. As quick as he could he grabbed some of the food on the table and began to shove it down his throat. Once again he was hit on the head, this time by a spoon.
"How many times have I told you to eat like a lady?!! You're not a pig, so don't eat like one!" Chi-Chi shrieked. Trunks groaned and rolled his eyes, quickly eating. Goten, Gohan, and Videl soon sat down, also cramming their faces with food. Chi-Chi sat next to Videl, who was the only one who was eating with manners.
"Hey Pan, wanna hang out today?" Goten asked between bites.
"Sure." Trunks shrugged.
"N-O. You're going to school." Chi-Chi insisted.
"No, I'm going with Goten." Trunks growled.
"You're going to school." Gohan said threateningly, causing all those around the table to look at him. "And if you do not go, I will make sure you stay in this house for a week studying until your eyes fall out, do you understand me?" Trunks blinked, surprised at the sudden violence from Pan's father.
"Y-Yes, Dad." he said softly, returning his attention to his food.
"Good girl." Gohan mumbled softly, standing up. "I'm going, bye." A chorus of good-byes rose from the table as Gohan left, taking off for work.
"You'd better hurry up, dear. You have about twenty-five minutes to get to school." Videl informed.
"Yes, Mom." Trunks said, standing up and running to Pan's bedroom. Quickly he opened the drawers and looked around for something to wear. "Geez...is all she got friggin huge shirts and baggy pants?!" After a few more minutes of sifting through clothes he found a tube top and a pair of short shorts, sighing. "I guess this'll have to do..." As fast as he could he dressed in the clothes, substituting regular underwear for a G-string that showed beneath his shorts. Shifting uncomfortably he picked at the odd-feeling piece of lingerie.
"Man, how do girls wear these things?" he asked himself. With a shrug he took off towards Satan City College, where he knew Pan attended classes.
The moment he landed on campus men turned to him from all angles. He knew Pan was attractive in the first place, but with what he had done to her she was probably much more desireable than before. Winking at one of the men he began to walk towards the large campus entrance, swaying his hips as he went.
"Pan, what happened to you?!" a soft voice asked next to her. Turning his head, Trunks saw Soleil - a friend of Pan's who he had gotten some ass from once. Since then they had never spoken.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked, shifting the messenger bag on his shoulder.
"You look so...different." Soleil commented.
"Is that a good thing?" Trunks queried.
"Not really. You look like a skank." Soleil replied honestly. "What made you do this?"
"One night with the greatest man on Earth." Trunks answered, smirking.
"And who's that?" Soleil questioned curiously.
"Trunks Brief." Trunks said. Beside him Soleil stopped.
"You mean you..."
"All night long," Trunks informed, turning around and giving her one of Pan's trademark smirks. "And a little bit this morning."
With a wink he turned around and walked into the building, listening to Soleil's gasp of surprise. His superior Saiya-jin hearing picked up the sound of her feet as they ran away. A small smirk formed on his face. Bashing Pan some more was going to be fun. When he rounded the corner he came upon a man who was leaning against a wall, watching him walk by. He stared at Trunks open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Smirking the Prince of all Saiya-jins stopped, staring at the ground ahead of him.
It's too easy...I can't resist it.
Gracefully he turned around and set his eyes on the man who he identified as Roger - one of Pan's old boyfriends. Swaying his hips seductively he approached him, pinning him against the wall. After looking into his eyes for a few seconds he pressed his lips to the younger man's forcing his tongue into the man's mouth.
This is disgusting, but revenge is revenge. Trunks thought as he guided Roger's hand under his tube top and to his breast. He allowed Roger to flip him over and press him against the wall, pressing his hardness against her. The clicking of hurried footsteps was heard and Trunks smirked, wrapping a leg around Roger. Just a little bit longer...
"Pan Son! Roger Spirn! What in the world are you two doing?!!" a female's voice snapped. Instantly the two jumped apart, Trunks trying to look surprised.
"M-Mrs. Go." Trunks gasped in mock shock. He had heard about this teacher from Pan. She accepted no bull and liked to get students in trouble. He adjusted the tank top, purposely pushing up his breasts.
"That behavior is NOT accepted in this school." Mrs. Go snapped. She turned towards Roger. "And you! This is the fifth time this month!! That's it mister, come with me." She turned to Pan. "Since it's your first time, I'll let you go. But if I ever see that display of utter skankiness again I will personally kick you out of this college, is that understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Trunks replied, trying not to laugh.
"Good, now get out. Return to school tomorrow relieved of that attitude and clothing." she ordered. Taking Roger by the ear she began to pull him down the hallway.
Man, women sure like to do that... Trunks mused.
Sighing he started back the way he came, eventually stepping outdoors. Once again a few men turned their heads, staring at her approvingly. He winked and smiled at some of them, starting down the path that led to the busy part of Satan City.
A/N: There's chapter two. I dunno if it's as funny as the first chap, but then again they're just startin their day. ^.~ What will happen next? Welllll, that's for me to know, and you to find out. *chuckles* Aren't I evil?
Please review!!
Wow, talk about a response!! Trunksgrl06 and I didn't expect there to be that many reviews, but we loved it! Thank you all!! ^_^ Hmm, I see you like this sort of humor and stuff. Well, so do I. The humor sort of fits that stupid, yet funny, mood I get into sometimes. Oh yeah, to answer a few peoples' questions, no, this isn't a get-together fic. This is strictly a revenge fic. I think it'll also be pretty short, considering Pan only wished to be Trunks for a day. *shrugs* Oh well, let's get the story started!!
Title: It Starts..., part II of Twisted Revenge
Author: trunksgf513 w/ideas and suggestions from trunksgrl06 (aka joint fic)
Pan ran downstairs and sat down at the table just as Mrs. Brief placed the last plate on the table. Immediately she began eating, following the habits she had observed when over the Brief's house. Vegeta walked in just as she finished filling up her plate and sat down across from her, looking at her over the table. She nodded her head to declare that he had acknowledged the prince's presence and tensed when she heard a faint growl. Looking up, she saw Vegeta staring at her, lip lifted so she could see an over-developed canine. Quickly she returned to eating, shovelling the food down her throat quicker than usual.
"Good morning, Trunks." Bulma chirped, walking into the kitchen and sitting down across from her mate.
"Mornin'" Pan replied. She smiled at Bulma, then began to eat again. The scientist's eyebrow raised in interest at her son's comment as she placed some pancakes on her plate.
"Why are you in such a good mood this morning?" Bulma questioned. Vegeta stopped eating and looked at his son skeptically. Gulping down her food, Pan looked up at Bulma.
"Uh, I dunno. I just am." she shrugged before eating again. Vegeta growled and slammed his fork down.
"Is it because you missed training this morning?!!" he shouted.
From sheer surprise Pan fell backwards out of her chair. Her knees hit the table on the way down, causing the table to jump and her plate to slide off the table and onto her stomach. She cursed silently and began to stand up, syrupy pancakes stuck to her washboard abs. Slowly her head rose, taking in the sight before her. Mrs. Brief was giggling insanely while Bulma was trying desperately to contain her mirth. Dr. Brief stood in the doorway, Scratch (I believe that's the cat's name...) on his shoulder and a steaming coffee mug in his hand. Vegeta was shaking his head, eyes closed and a deep frown etched on his face.
"The things I put up with..." Vegeta growled, walking away.
Pan sighed and walked to the sink, turning on the water. She had just finished washing the pancakes off when loud thumping was heard. Turning around in alarm, she stared at the hallway, which was next to the kitchen. Vegeta stood perfectly still, eyes fastened on the wall in front of him. Seconds later Bra appeared, a huge smile on her face. Vegeta slowly turned towards his daughter, crossing his arms as he did so.
"What's with all the racket, brat?" Vegeta snarled.
"Daddy!!" Bra shouted happily, running towards him.
"GAAAAAAAH!!!" Vegeta yelled as he was bowled over by his daughter and smacked against the wall. Pan chuckled softly along with the others in the kitchen. Sounds of shouting were heard in the hallway as Bulma walked towards her son.
"So what do you plan to discuss in the meeting this morning?" Bulma asked, putting her dish in the sink.
"Meeting?" Pan replied slowly, unsure of what to say. Bulma sighed and leaned against the counter, looking at her son.
"Yes, a meeting. With only the second most profitable electronics business on the planet." Bulma nearly yelled.
"Oh." Pan said dumbly. A meeting?!! What am I supposed to do? Oh man...
"Trunks, seriously, if we're going to own this company, we have to look presentable in front of them. No crazy antics, okay? And please look respectable. No UFO's and a wifebeater, please." Bulma nagged.
"Yes, Mother." Pan groaned.
"Good, now go get ready." Bulma ordered. With a nod Pan ran up to her room.
After a rather heated conversation with Trunks and a quick shower, Pan had gotten dressed and was on her way upstairs for the meeting she was to attend. Thankfully she knew Capsule Corporation like the back of her hand, and found Trunks' office quickly. After gathering some papers she thought to be important, she made her way to the meeting room, where a representative from the other business already were seated. A clean-shaven and sharp-looking young man stood up as she made her way to him.
"Hello, Mr. Brief. I am Wyclif Benson of Benson Electronics. It's nice to meet you, Sir." he said cooly. Pan took his hand and shook it firmly, smiling amiably.
"Hello, Mr. Benson. It's nice to have you here." Pan greeted. They engaged in small talk as Pan made her way to the head of the table and got comfortable. "So, shall we get down to business?"
"Yes, Sir. Our company would like to be under your chain of electronics stores because - " At this point Pan began to daydream, his words only some muffled mumbles.
Hrm, this guy's kinda cute. I would flirt with him if I were still in my body, but since I'm in Trunks', I can't. She nodded in response to one of Wyclif's questions, then allowed a small smirk to grow on her features. But then again, I can still tease him...
"Mr. Benson." Pan said softly, interrupting him. Wyclif stopped talking immediately, looking at the Capsule Corporation president nervously.
"Yes, Sir?" he queried. Pan merely drummed her fingertips against each other, leaning back in her chair. She watched in amusement as Wyclif shifted in his seat and tugged on his tie every so often.
Oh this is gonna be great...
"Mr. Benson." Pan repeated. "Do you know how large my penis is?" She had to try desperately not to laugh as his eyes bugged and his mouth opened and closed as though he were a fish.
"N-No, Sir." Wyclif stuttered nervously. Pan smirked and placed her hands on the armrests of her chair. "Anyway, uh, our business has quality products that are - "
"Eight inches." Pan answered.
"Excuse me, Sir?" Wyclif questioned, confused.
"That is how long I am. Eight inches." Pan reiterated.
"Th-That's uh..." Wyclif choked out.
"I am gifted, am I not?" Pan teased with a smirk.
"Yes, Sir. You are." Wyclif said, blushing. Pan stood up and walked to the other side of the table, running her hand along the trim of the table.
"I am gifted in other ways, as well." she said, stopping in front of Wyclif. The president of the other company gulped and looked up at her, obviously still shocked about that earlier comment.
"S-Sir, are you saying you want to have sex with me?" he questioned. Pan blinked and waved her hand.
"Of course not!! I'm a woman-lover myself." she said nonchalantly.
"Oh, okay..." Wyclif sighed in relief.
"But...there's always a first for everything." she said, slowly turning her head towards him and winking. That was the last straw for Wyclif, who nervously gulped and began to gather his stuff.
"Uh, I'll get back to you on the merging deal, Mr. President." Wyclif stuttered.
"Alright then, I'll be waiting." Pan said, crossing her arms. Wyclif was about to leave when she called his name. Slowly he turned around. "Keep this hush hush. We wouldn't want rumors going around about me and you." She winked and licked her lips slowly.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Wyclif squeaked, literally running out the door. Seconds later Pan broke out into laughter, walking calmly over to Trunks' seat. She continued to laugh as she fell on it, spinning around.
"This is great!! The rumors will probably start within the hour!"
She giggled again and stood up, gathering her papers as she walked out to return to Trunks' office. The secretary glanced up at her as she walked by. She could tell the young woman was staring at her butt, but she chose not to say anything. A few seconds later she walked out, flashing a smile at the secretary.
"Miss..." She looked down at the secretary's desktag. "Porito, I'm going out to lunch."
"Alright, when will you be back, Sir?" she asked softly, watching him lustfully. It disgusted Pan to see women worship the demi-Saiya-jin like this, but she held her tongue.
"Tomorrow morning." Pan replied, walking out the door before Miss Porito could protest. Quickening her walk, she arrived outside the Capsule Corporation building and started towards the city.
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!" Chi-Chi shrieked at the top of her lungs. Trunks cringed and almost dropped the brush he was holding. Now I see why Father hates her so much...
"What, Grandma?!!" he shouted back.
"You have school in forty minutes!!" Chi-Chi yelled.
"I'm not going!" Trunks replied. Minutes later stomping was heard, followed by a bang as the door hit the wall.
"Yes you are, young lady. Education is important! How will you pass college and get a decent job if you don't go to your classes?! How will we get money?!!" Chi-Chi exclaimed. "And change those clothes! You look like you just fell in a dumpster!!" Trunks looked down at himself, then shrugged.
"I'll become a whore for money." he answered, smirking inwardly. Pan would hate him for this, but oh well. He was going to have fun while he was in this body. He noticed it had been silent for a while too late, for a frying pan came crashing down on his head.
"No granddaughter of MINE will become a whore, do you understand me?!!" Chi-Chi yelled, grabbing his ear and yanking her out of her bedroom and down the hallway. Soon they reached the stairwell, where at each carpeted stair Trunks hit his head. "And another thing, you will go to school and you will hold a successful job and you will marry a handsome man with lots of money and power so we will be supported!!!" Finally they reached the bottom of the stairwell and he was basically thrown into the kitchen and forced into a chair. Chi-Chi put the hand with the frying pan in it on her hip and pointed one of her heavily-braceleted hands towards the food on the table. "NOW EAT!!!"
Trunks didn't need any further encouragement. As quick as he could he grabbed some of the food on the table and began to shove it down his throat. Once again he was hit on the head, this time by a spoon.
"How many times have I told you to eat like a lady?!! You're not a pig, so don't eat like one!" Chi-Chi shrieked. Trunks groaned and rolled his eyes, quickly eating. Goten, Gohan, and Videl soon sat down, also cramming their faces with food. Chi-Chi sat next to Videl, who was the only one who was eating with manners.
"Hey Pan, wanna hang out today?" Goten asked between bites.
"Sure." Trunks shrugged.
"N-O. You're going to school." Chi-Chi insisted.
"No, I'm going with Goten." Trunks growled.
"You're going to school." Gohan said threateningly, causing all those around the table to look at him. "And if you do not go, I will make sure you stay in this house for a week studying until your eyes fall out, do you understand me?" Trunks blinked, surprised at the sudden violence from Pan's father.
"Y-Yes, Dad." he said softly, returning his attention to his food.
"Good girl." Gohan mumbled softly, standing up. "I'm going, bye." A chorus of good-byes rose from the table as Gohan left, taking off for work.
"You'd better hurry up, dear. You have about twenty-five minutes to get to school." Videl informed.
"Yes, Mom." Trunks said, standing up and running to Pan's bedroom. Quickly he opened the drawers and looked around for something to wear. "Geez...is all she got friggin huge shirts and baggy pants?!" After a few more minutes of sifting through clothes he found a tube top and a pair of short shorts, sighing. "I guess this'll have to do..." As fast as he could he dressed in the clothes, substituting regular underwear for a G-string that showed beneath his shorts. Shifting uncomfortably he picked at the odd-feeling piece of lingerie.
"Man, how do girls wear these things?" he asked himself. With a shrug he took off towards Satan City College, where he knew Pan attended classes.
The moment he landed on campus men turned to him from all angles. He knew Pan was attractive in the first place, but with what he had done to her she was probably much more desireable than before. Winking at one of the men he began to walk towards the large campus entrance, swaying his hips as he went.
"Pan, what happened to you?!" a soft voice asked next to her. Turning his head, Trunks saw Soleil - a friend of Pan's who he had gotten some ass from once. Since then they had never spoken.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked, shifting the messenger bag on his shoulder.
"You look so...different." Soleil commented.
"Is that a good thing?" Trunks queried.
"Not really. You look like a skank." Soleil replied honestly. "What made you do this?"
"One night with the greatest man on Earth." Trunks answered, smirking.
"And who's that?" Soleil questioned curiously.
"Trunks Brief." Trunks said. Beside him Soleil stopped.
"You mean you..."
"All night long," Trunks informed, turning around and giving her one of Pan's trademark smirks. "And a little bit this morning."
With a wink he turned around and walked into the building, listening to Soleil's gasp of surprise. His superior Saiya-jin hearing picked up the sound of her feet as they ran away. A small smirk formed on his face. Bashing Pan some more was going to be fun. When he rounded the corner he came upon a man who was leaning against a wall, watching him walk by. He stared at Trunks open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Smirking the Prince of all Saiya-jins stopped, staring at the ground ahead of him.
It's too easy...I can't resist it.
Gracefully he turned around and set his eyes on the man who he identified as Roger - one of Pan's old boyfriends. Swaying his hips seductively he approached him, pinning him against the wall. After looking into his eyes for a few seconds he pressed his lips to the younger man's forcing his tongue into the man's mouth.
This is disgusting, but revenge is revenge. Trunks thought as he guided Roger's hand under his tube top and to his breast. He allowed Roger to flip him over and press him against the wall, pressing his hardness against her. The clicking of hurried footsteps was heard and Trunks smirked, wrapping a leg around Roger. Just a little bit longer...
"Pan Son! Roger Spirn! What in the world are you two doing?!!" a female's voice snapped. Instantly the two jumped apart, Trunks trying to look surprised.
"M-Mrs. Go." Trunks gasped in mock shock. He had heard about this teacher from Pan. She accepted no bull and liked to get students in trouble. He adjusted the tank top, purposely pushing up his breasts.
"That behavior is NOT accepted in this school." Mrs. Go snapped. She turned towards Roger. "And you! This is the fifth time this month!! That's it mister, come with me." She turned to Pan. "Since it's your first time, I'll let you go. But if I ever see that display of utter skankiness again I will personally kick you out of this college, is that understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Trunks replied, trying not to laugh.
"Good, now get out. Return to school tomorrow relieved of that attitude and clothing." she ordered. Taking Roger by the ear she began to pull him down the hallway.
Man, women sure like to do that... Trunks mused.
Sighing he started back the way he came, eventually stepping outdoors. Once again a few men turned their heads, staring at her approvingly. He winked and smiled at some of them, starting down the path that led to the busy part of Satan City.
A/N: There's chapter two. I dunno if it's as funny as the first chap, but then again they're just startin their day. ^.~ What will happen next? Welllll, that's for me to know, and you to find out. *chuckles* Aren't I evil?
Please review!!