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did. I'm doing some shameless self-promotion in my fics, so if you like this, be sure to
check out "Differences" by yours truly. Now, the drama is going to continue. Enjoy
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Chapter Eight


Trunks stood in his shower motionless. The water fell on his body, cold and unrelenting,
his stare just the same. How could he have allowed himself to do that? He closed his eyes
and saw her firm breasts and her soft lips…remembering how her silky interior felt
around his length. He screamed out in shear agony. Agony for what he had done, what he
had no business experiencing. He enjoyed the body of his sister whom he was to protect.
He had violated the sacredness of their relationship. He did it. He should have stopped it.
Trunks punched the tile in his shower, shattering the porcelain squares. The water
strained from the showerhead, then slowed to a trickle. Moving out of the tub, he felt a
high ki…Pan's ki.


"TRUNKS," she yelled from outside of his chamber door. "Come out here now, you
disgusting bastard!"


Trunks wrapped a towel around his waist and peered out of the bathing room door. What
on Vegeta was she raving about? As his wet feet pounded on the marble floor, he halted
is disbelief.


He forgot. They could read each other's mind. And not at will…for he could hear her
thoughts in his head. She sounded as clear as if she were standing before him. She was
angered about what she was forced to see…Trunks having sex with his own sister.


"Pan, calm down," Trunks yelled as he rushed to the door to open it.


"Don't tell me to calm down you…you…" she screamed just as the door swung open
before her. Her eyes lay accusingly on Trunks, her fists balled up in anger. Without
speaking she pushed Trunks into his room, making him stumble back Regaining his
balance, he held his towel in place and stood on guard. With her temper, it was any guess
as to what she'd do.


"Pan, I can't explain this. I don't know why I can read your thoughts or feel your
emotions," he stated as she stalked towards him "And I don't know why you could feel
mine. I wouldn't want anyone to know what I was feeling when…"


"When you were fucking your sister," she continued in a surprisingly calm voice.


Trunks shook his head, trying to prevent the memories of what happened to arise. He
placed his hand over his face, trying to hide his reaction…or perhaps his shame.


"Yes," he mumbled, "I don't want anyone to know my feelings…know the ghastly things
I have done to my own sister."


The sound of sobs came from his masculine figure as he slid to the floor, trying to control
the agonizing tears. His pain was evident, his great from reduced to a crying mess of
which a child would be ashamed of. Pan remained standing, her stare unchanged.
Whether he meant to or not, she still saw the images in her head. He was making love to
another woman…kissing her, stroking her, sending her to the depths of ecstasy. She was
disgusted and jealous, jealous that it was not her under him, her receiving his love.


Pan was drawn back by her own thought. Why was she jealous? She was not bonded to
him, nor did she want to be. He was a babied little prince. She could kill him if she
desired, why would she care who he shared his bed with…even if it were his sister?


"Is it because you possibly like me as much as I like you," Trunks asked, collecting
himself from the floor. Pan growled and tossed a weak ki blast at him in anger. He
dodged it and let it explode in one of the corners. It barely did any damage.


"I told you to say out of my head," she yelled as she charged after him. Trunks was able
to block her first punch, but she quickly kneed him in his stomach, making him cringe in
pain. After, an uppercut sent him across the room, making the area tremble. Before he
had a chance to recover, Pan sped over to him and kicked him in his chest. She connected
several times before Trunks was able to grab her by her ankle and twist it, making her fall
to her knees. Seeing the opportunity, Trunks leapt up and grabbed her from behind,
restraining both arms behind her back. For once in their many battles, he had the upper
hand. She squirmed underneath him, trying to break free.


"Pan, listen to me. I don't know why I allowed what happened to happen. I have no
excuse except that I had lost my mind for those few moments. If you can read my mind
and emotions, you know the disgust I feel toward myself," he told her, desperately trying
to calm her down. She only bucked more, despising the feeling of being confined. With a
burst of energy, Trunks fell back and she spun to him, seemingly like a lioness ready to
go for the kill.


"I don't care! I really don't! I told you to stay out of my head. Why can't you do that?
STAY OUT OF MY HEAD," she yelled, preparing to charge at him again. Before she
could pounce, the lights were flipped on and both Demi Saiyans turned to the door.


"Father," Trunks gasped as Vegeta stood in the doorway. Chizu was standing behind him,
her eyes glaring at Trunks. Pan turned to the King and bowed respectfully, forgetting her
prey for the moment.


"Going for a late night spar I see," Vegeta said, folding his arms. He was in his
nightclothes still. The fighting woke him from his sleep, and he was not pleased. He
turned his eyes to Pan and walked up to her. She stood at ease, looking down at the short,
stocky king. "He can't stay out of your head," Vegeta said flatly. "That was what this
argument was about, right?"


Pan could hear Trunks pleading to her not to say anything about Bra. Quietly, she agreed.
Why, she didn't know.


"Yes, your highness. I do not understand why I can hear his thought or why he can hear
mine," she said quite respectfully. The King cocked his brow, contemplating why she
delayed her answer. What were these two hiding?


"Well," he said. "I will tell you why you can read each other minds in the morning, as
well as discuss the peace agreement again. Until then, return to your own quarters so we
can get some sleep. There will be plenty of time to spar in the future."


With that, Vegeta walked from the doorway, leaving Pan, Trunks and Chizu alone. The
military genius still stood in the doorway, giving Trunks a look that could kill. He, in
return, gave her an evil glare, wishing she would just leave.


"Make sure your sister is present as well," Chizu said, putting emphasis on the word
'sister', pointing her finger at the prince. Trunks opened his mouth in shock. Just how
long was she standing there? Before he could ask, she walked off, her sound of her
footsteps fading quickly until she was gone.


Pan looked at Trunks, then proceeded to the door. She had enough of this shit for one
night. Before she could leave, Trunks grabbed her by her arm, making her turn to him.
The look she gave could have made a harden warrior tremble, but he could see past her
exterior. He was expecting her to yank her arm free, but she didn't. Instead, she
continued to look at him, her face slowly softening, until it appeared she was on her verge
of tears.


"Son Pan…many months ago, I told you that you intrigued me. And you still do," he
stated quietly, slowly pulling her to him. Again, she did not fight him. She complied with
his request and she was in his arms, gazing into his aqua eyes.


"Pan…I…" he started, but he couldn't finish the sentence. His mind was a mess of
emotions and confusion. The woman he held shifted uncomfortably in his arms, feeling
the emotions he was. It was a new feeling to her, one that she chose to leave unexplored,
convinced that she would die on the honorably on the battlefield. Never would she have
imagined she would find a mate, one that was her equal. It was not in her cards.


"Please, just let me go," she said trying to move under him, but for some reason, she
couldn't. She was frozen, paralyzed by her own thoughts. All she could do was look into
his eyes…at his pouting lips. Lips that were moving so close to her own…pressing
against her own. Before she has even realized it, she had wrapped her arms around his
neck, kissing him passionately.


Trunks ran his hands down her back, pulling her shirt from her pants. Once free, he slid
his hands around the soft skin of her waist, making her moan slightly. Gliding down
further, he placed his hand at her tailbone and fingered the mound where her tail had once
been. Pan gasped, tearing away from the kiss. Never in her life had she felt a feeling such
as that. It was as if her body was on fire and compounded in the region between her
thighs. Unprepared for such powerful emotions, she pushed away from Trunks. Both
were gasping for air, looking at each other. What had he done to her?


"Don't even answer it," she said out loud, knowing he was reading her thoughts. She
placed her fingers to her lips and looked at them. She had just kissed the prince…and
enjoyed it. This had to be some type of sick dream. She hated him, his persistence, his
weakness. Then why was she feeling what she did?


"I will see you in the morning," she stated plainly, walking out his chamber doors. This
time, she was not followed. Trunks just watched her figure leave…leave him in the
darkness. Alone.