I'll Stand By You
A/N : In accordance with fanfiction.net regulations, the lemon scene in this chapter has been removed. There is a note at its former place, as well as a link to the uncensored version of the story.
A Fateful Night
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less
Pan hummed as she brushed and styled her hair. Though she never admitted it, she felt that, after Bra had gone, she had to take on both of their roles. When Bra was around, she was the pretty one that all the guys lusted after, but none of them could ever seem to get into her pants. Pan had always been the pretty tomboy. Now, she was both. She started to wear tarty clothes, but at the same time, was able to talk to the guys about fighting. And most of them hadn't tried to bed her, fearing that her grandfather – Mr. Satan – would hunt them down.
Pan left her bedroom, looking more like Bra than herself. She was wearing skin-tight red leather pants and a black tube top. She had left her hair out – her infamous bandanna had been lost years ago. She left her car keys on the key hook, deciding that she would fly or walk to Maki's house, and catch a cab home.
It was still fairly light outside, so Pan walked. Maki's front lawn was covered with cars. People were already drinking, and Pan could hear music from out the back. She opened the front gate, and strolled to the backyard.
"Panny-baby!" Kaji greeted. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. Pan could smell the alcohol on his breath, but she was used to it. Kaji was basically an alcoholic, just like his father. Every weekend, Kaji would be at someone's house getting trashed. Pan had learned to live with it.
"Hey," Pan replied. "Where's Maki?"
"Inside, I think. Why?"
"Just wondering." In actual fact, Maki was another one of Pan's boyfriends. He was the best behaved of the lot. She had three at the moment: Kaji, the drunk, Darien, the drug-addict and Maki, the almost normal guy. "I'd better go see him, and thank him for inviting us."
Kaji let Pan leave. She shook her head. What a moron. So gullible. Oh, well. His loss, not mine. Maki was also the only one of Pan's guys that knew about the others. He let her keep them, so that he could keep his harem of girls. Besides, they weren't sleeping together, so it didn't matter if each of them had other partners.
Pan was actually still a virgin. She had engaged in oral sex, and even been part of a threesome, with Maki, and one of his girls. He had sex with that girl, while he went down on Pan. Pan didn't feel that she was ready to commit herself to a full sexual relationship, especially not with Kaji, Maki or Darien.
"Hi, Maki," said Pan, when she found Maki in the kitchen. She gave him a peck on the cheek, wary that Kaji was still just outside, and Darien was probably somewhere near.
"Hey, sexy," he responded. "Great to see you could make it. Though, Kaji did assure me you would be here, and that he was finally gonna get you."
"Oh, did he now? Well, tonight should be more interesting than I thought." Pan loved teasing her guys. It gave her great satisfaction to make then believe that they had her, when they really had no chance whatsoever. "I'll talk to ya later, babe."
On her way back to Kaji, Pan saw Darien passed out on the ground. Well, that takes care of him, thought Pan, thankful that she now only had one moronic boyfriend to deal with.
Kaji handed her a drink when she got back. It looked like Coke and was probably spiked, but Pan could hold her drink quite well. Her Saiyan blood made it difficult for her to get drunk.
"You look really hot tonight, Pan," Kaji slurred. He leant on her shoulders.
"Uh, thanks." Pan's eyes wandered over the crowd, looking for anyone else she knew. There were a couple of people she had met at a similar party, a few ex-boyfriends and a couple of Maki's whores. No one that Pan particularly wanted to talk to. She sighed. I should've called Marron and asked her to come along. On second thoughts, maybe not. I really can't imagine her at one of these piss-ups.
Pan finished her drink fairly quickly, and Kaji gave her another. Soon, Pan was feeling light-headed. What's going on? I've only had three drinks. It usually takes at least 10 to get me giddy.
"K-Kaji? I don't feel so good," she mumbled, falling into Kaji's arms.
"Oh, no." His voice sounded worried, but he had a slight smirk on his lips. "Hey, how 'bout I take you inside, and you can lay down 'til you feel better."
Pan nodded numbly, and let Kaji lead her inside, and upstairs.
* * * * * *
Marron sat in her own apartment, watching television, alone. That was normal for a Saturday night. She finally got sick of it, and listened to some music instead.
Making herself a snack, Marron moved to the kitchen table. She started doodling in a pad that was on the table for jotting down phone call messages. She wrote, "Marron loves Pan forever", and drew a large heart around it. Then, with a sigh, Marron tore the page out, and ripped it into tiny pieces.
"It's not fair!" she cried, tears starting to form in her eyes. For about the hundredth time this week, Marron wished she knew where Bra was. Ever since she'd gone life had become so difficult for Marron. She understood why Bra had left, and she was seriously considering doing the same thing. "Bra ran away because the person she loved could never be hers. I should run away and try to find her."
Marron sighed again, knowing she was just being stupid. First of all, she didn't have the guts to run away. Bra was a much stronger-willed person. No doubt she was safe, wherever she was. And Marron also didn't want to hurt her parents. Bra had no idea how her disappearance had affected Bulma and Vegeta. Marron didn't want to put her parents through the same pain.
Suddenly, Marron had a bad feeling. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted in knots. A thought came to Marron. Pan. Something was happening to Pan. She knew that was what the feeling was.
Marron grabbed the phone and dialled Pan's number. But she only got the answering machine. Feeling stupid, and not knowing what to say, Marron left a message. "Oh…uh…Pan, it's Marron. Um, it isn't important. Just ringing to see how you were. I'll…ah…see you later. Bye."
She hung up the phone. Of course Pan wasn't home. It was Saturday night. Normal people went out on Saturday night. Normal people didn't stay home. Sighing again, Marron decided to get ready for bed.
* * * * * *
Bra sat up, startled. She woke Juunanagou, because she had been sleeping in his arms.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nightmare. I…uh…forget it." Bra rubbed her eyes. She had woken up from the most awful dream. Pan was in trouble, and Bra wasn't there to help her.
"Shhh, it's okay," Juunanagou soothed, noticing that Bra was still tense and breathing heavily. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her bare shoulder. "It was just a dream. It's over now."
"Yeah, you're right." Bra settled back into Juunanagou's embrace. "Just a dream." But she couldn't shake the awful feeling of guilt that was welling up inside of her.
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Pan stayed where she was, too drugged and sore to move. After about ten minutes, she found the energy, or the drug started to wear off. She found her clothes and put them back on. She staggered down the stairs and out of Maki's house. No one noticed her. They were all too drunk or stoned.
Somehow, Pan managed to find her way home. She stumbled into her apartment. Her head was spinning, and every part of her body ached, especially the region between her legs. She locked the door, and, after checking it four times, staggered into the shower. Pan closed her eyes, undressed and stood under the hot water. She didn't add any cold, just letting the boiling water pelt down and scorch her skin. She hoped that the heat would cleanse her completely, destroying every last reminder of Kaji's touch.
She was wrong, of course. Her scorching shower only succeeded in making her body hurt more. But at least she was sober now.
Pan stepped out of the shower, and patted herself dry, cringing at every moment of contact. She finally found the courage to look at herself. One eye was bloodshot and swollen, a bruise already forming around it. The water had caused her lip to start bleeding again. Her body was red from the shower, but she could still make out the bruises all over her body and the bite marks on her breasts.
Pan pulled a nightshirt over her violated and aching body. She sniffled and wiped away the tears that had started again. She wandered to the kitchen, and made herself a cup of herbal tea. It was there that she noticed the flashing light on her answering machine.
Hunched up in her armchair, and sipping her tea, Pan replayed the message. It was Marron.
"Oh…uh…Pan, it's Marron," said the recorded message. "Um, it isn't important. Just ringing to see how you were. I'll…ah…see you later. Bye."
The message ended, and Pan felt scared and lonely again. She played the message three more times, purely because Marron's voice sounded comforting. She considered returning the call, but decided against it.
There were only two people Pan wanted to talk to at this particular moment. But she didn't know where either of them were.
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