Pan and Vegeta sat on a branch high above the ground, surveying the acres of trees that stretched before them. The wild cat curled in Pan's lap, purring under her hand. Her gaze shifted to the vulnerable little baby in her lap.
"What should we name her?" she asked, not looking away from the cat, "we never did decide."
"Well, I was a little too busy at our latest training…. Adventure," Vegeta said gruffy, glancing at Pan out of the corner of his eye, "I'd be better at it if I could control my ki blasts once they left my hands."
"I'm sure the trees would appreciate it too," Pan laughed to herself, careful not to jar the kitten.
"You're really glad Trunks gave you that…. Aren't you?" For once, Vegeta seemed a little unsure of himself.
"Uh huh," Pan murmured, "its nice to have something to care for, that can offer affection back."
"Name it Punk," Vegeta said in a flash of inspiration, "a combination of your names, so that you can be together for as long as that flea-ridden ankle biter lives."
Pan cocked her eyebrow at Vegeta and laughed. "Yeah, that was really convincing. Who put that idea in your head? About Trunks and me?"
"No one," Vegeta said, putting on a haughty face, "I just think Punk really suits the situation."
"Plus it matches her personality," Pan smiled, "and Bulma has been bugging you about encouraging Trunks to have grandchildren, huh?"
Vegeta looked a little sheepish under his stotic mask. "Yes."
Pan laughed despairingly to herself. "Tell Bulma not to worry…. She might end up with them after all."
"You don't sound happy about it."
"I'm not…. Not really." Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well, I wouldn't mind…." She blushed when she remembered she was talking to Trunks' father. "I just don't think I'm ready for all of… that… and he's forcing me into it."
"Trunks doesn't have to force a female into anything." Vegeta said, an insulted tinge to his voice.
"Not intentionally." Pan sighed and trailed her fingers through Punk's fur. "Punks a good name."
"I guess," Vegeta said, glaring at the kitten.
Pan crawled into the make-shift tent she threw up in Trunks' backyard. The kitten, exhausted from chasing the shadows of the flying saiyans, immedietly curled up inside the sleeping bag.
"Guess she'll keep my feet warm," Pan sighed to herself, stripping slowly. Bruises covered her upper body, and a few burns scattered across her shoulders and thighs. Although she healed fast enough that the injuries wouldn't be a problem in the morning, they were still painful and annoying.
"Wonder if I should take a bath?" Punk just wiggled inside the sleeping bag and let loose a tiny snore, so Pan took that as a neutral vote. "Might as well, I guess."
The stream flowed across all ten acres of Trunks' backyard. Pan discovered her campsite while she wandered the property, getting the feel of the land. It was gorgeous, trees lining the water with a shallow strip near the beach that dropped to a watery cave. When Pan finally got away from Trunks' attention, it was always too late to explore inside the deep cavern, too dangerous to dive into an unknown depth to discover anything. So she just used it as a bathing hole and left the discovering for another day. "I'll have plenty of time to look around in the morning… I've got an entire vacation to do whatever I want with."
Humming a rock song softly to herself, Pan washed her hair, letting the water rinse the pine needles and multiple aches out of her body. She purred softly and dunked herself under the slightly chilly water, but when she came back up something different was in the air. After a surprised pause in the humming, she continued to act normal, but her senses were tuned into the world. Punk? She thought. But no, it was bigger then the 'ankle-biter'. A sudden crunch at the water's edge made pan gasp and turn around.
"Hello?" She asked, letting her eyes adjust to the soft moonlight. "O, geez Trunks. You scared me."
He sat on the beach, legs curled against his chest while his chin rested on his knees. "Sorry," he said sullenly. Pan couldn't tell, but she was pretty sure he was glaring at her. "You disappeared. Again."
"I went to go train with your father and decided to spend the night out under the stars." Or a few nights. Her attempt at nonchalance just seemed to make him angrier.
"What's going on? Tell me Pan!" Suddenly, Trunks was in the water with her, gripping her naked arms hard enough to bruise. "I don't understand! What's wrong with you? Is it me?"
"You're hurting me!" Pan snarled, pushing at his chest. "Quit it!"
He put his face right in her, teeth bared in a menacing smile, "The way you've been hurting me? See how you like it, Pan." He pressed against her hard, biting her lip enough to cause blood to bead in between his. Her skin chafed against his jeans, made even more rough by the water. His tounge chased her blood across his teeth and he smiled briefly before kissing her again, gently this time. Her eyes closed slowly as she sank into the bitter touch, letting her body do the talking. His hands settled at her waist, kneading the skin gently as he rubbed his jeans against her hips.
"You want it, I know… so why push me away?" He asked, trailing his hand over her thigh, "Tell me whats happening, and I'll give you what you want."
She shuddered and pushed away from him, feeling betrayed by her own body. "Damn it," she muttered, mind racing. Slowly she walked back up the bank, not realizing that Trunks was watching her rise out of the water, the moonlight glimmering across her body like a sea nymph coming to tempt him to drown. He ached to drown.
"Aren't you coming?" She turned to look at him over her shoulder, the lava hot lust that had churned through her changed into a chilly glare.
"Yeah." His voice was rough.
Pan pulled the towel off a nearby tree and wrapped herself in it, to give at least a semblence of modesty. Trunks knew her for her whole life, he'd seen her naked, gave her baths. But now they were adults and had to be mature about bathing. All Pan wanted to do what peel off his soaking wet muscle shirt.
She motioned him into her tent and sat down on the sleeping bag.
A loud yowl made her shift over. "Sorry Punk!" The cat came out of the bag at full speed, ran across the walls with claws ripping at the ready, and dashed out the door just as Trunks came in.
"Will she come back?" He asked, stepping back before the claws got him across the face.
"When she's hungry." Pan shrugged. "I have to tell you something."
"I don't know if I want to hear it."
Pan sighed. "Its not what you're afraid of."
"Well what then?"
"Wellyoudontrememberbutyougothitbyacarandyoulostyourmemoryandwerenotreallymarried."
"Say the last bit again?"
"You lost your memory?"
"We're not really married." His shoulder drooped a little.
"We're really not." Pan said, looking at him with big puppy eyes. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier, but…. the doctor said you were more likely to regain your memory if we played along."
"I don't remember any of this. I don't…. this is like a bad dream." Trunks leaned his eyes on his palms and rubbed his forehead. "Everything I know… why are you doing this to me?"
Pan blinked. "Trunks, I'm still in high school. I'm graduating in a few days. I don't want to be married."
"Not to me, right?"
"Well, not to anybody."
"What about Ubuu?"
"What about him?"
"You're in love with him."
"I'm mad at him right now…. Not in love with anybody." Pan watched Punk slink back into the tent and curl up in Trunks' lap.
Trunks absently petted the cat, "You're not in love with anybody? Why not try and work it out with me?"
"I'm in high school."
"So? You're 18, you're legal enough. You'll be 19 in a few weeks… even more legal. Do you hate me that much that you don't want to make it work?"
"I don't hate you, I care about you… I just don't know."
Trunks put the cat aside and crawled to her on his hands and knee. "Please?" his eyes widened as he looked her straight on, then he whispered in her ear, "If it doesn't work, I'll try to let you go."
Pan bit her lip and concentrated, weighing her options in her mind. Why not just try? "Ok, we can try."
Trunks hugged her hard enough to send her flying against the ground again, and Punk let loose another yowl as he was squashed between the weight of two saiyans and the hard ground.
"Sorry Punk!!!" Pan laughed.
"What should we name her?" she asked, not looking away from the cat, "we never did decide."
"Well, I was a little too busy at our latest training…. Adventure," Vegeta said gruffy, glancing at Pan out of the corner of his eye, "I'd be better at it if I could control my ki blasts once they left my hands."
"I'm sure the trees would appreciate it too," Pan laughed to herself, careful not to jar the kitten.
"You're really glad Trunks gave you that…. Aren't you?" For once, Vegeta seemed a little unsure of himself.
"Uh huh," Pan murmured, "its nice to have something to care for, that can offer affection back."
"Name it Punk," Vegeta said in a flash of inspiration, "a combination of your names, so that you can be together for as long as that flea-ridden ankle biter lives."
Pan cocked her eyebrow at Vegeta and laughed. "Yeah, that was really convincing. Who put that idea in your head? About Trunks and me?"
"No one," Vegeta said, putting on a haughty face, "I just think Punk really suits the situation."
"Plus it matches her personality," Pan smiled, "and Bulma has been bugging you about encouraging Trunks to have grandchildren, huh?"
Vegeta looked a little sheepish under his stotic mask. "Yes."
Pan laughed despairingly to herself. "Tell Bulma not to worry…. She might end up with them after all."
"You don't sound happy about it."
"I'm not…. Not really." Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well, I wouldn't mind…." She blushed when she remembered she was talking to Trunks' father. "I just don't think I'm ready for all of… that… and he's forcing me into it."
"Trunks doesn't have to force a female into anything." Vegeta said, an insulted tinge to his voice.
"Not intentionally." Pan sighed and trailed her fingers through Punk's fur. "Punks a good name."
"I guess," Vegeta said, glaring at the kitten.
Pan crawled into the make-shift tent she threw up in Trunks' backyard. The kitten, exhausted from chasing the shadows of the flying saiyans, immedietly curled up inside the sleeping bag.
"Guess she'll keep my feet warm," Pan sighed to herself, stripping slowly. Bruises covered her upper body, and a few burns scattered across her shoulders and thighs. Although she healed fast enough that the injuries wouldn't be a problem in the morning, they were still painful and annoying.
"Wonder if I should take a bath?" Punk just wiggled inside the sleeping bag and let loose a tiny snore, so Pan took that as a neutral vote. "Might as well, I guess."
The stream flowed across all ten acres of Trunks' backyard. Pan discovered her campsite while she wandered the property, getting the feel of the land. It was gorgeous, trees lining the water with a shallow strip near the beach that dropped to a watery cave. When Pan finally got away from Trunks' attention, it was always too late to explore inside the deep cavern, too dangerous to dive into an unknown depth to discover anything. So she just used it as a bathing hole and left the discovering for another day. "I'll have plenty of time to look around in the morning… I've got an entire vacation to do whatever I want with."
Humming a rock song softly to herself, Pan washed her hair, letting the water rinse the pine needles and multiple aches out of her body. She purred softly and dunked herself under the slightly chilly water, but when she came back up something different was in the air. After a surprised pause in the humming, she continued to act normal, but her senses were tuned into the world. Punk? She thought. But no, it was bigger then the 'ankle-biter'. A sudden crunch at the water's edge made pan gasp and turn around.
"Hello?" She asked, letting her eyes adjust to the soft moonlight. "O, geez Trunks. You scared me."
He sat on the beach, legs curled against his chest while his chin rested on his knees. "Sorry," he said sullenly. Pan couldn't tell, but she was pretty sure he was glaring at her. "You disappeared. Again."
"I went to go train with your father and decided to spend the night out under the stars." Or a few nights. Her attempt at nonchalance just seemed to make him angrier.
"What's going on? Tell me Pan!" Suddenly, Trunks was in the water with her, gripping her naked arms hard enough to bruise. "I don't understand! What's wrong with you? Is it me?"
"You're hurting me!" Pan snarled, pushing at his chest. "Quit it!"
He put his face right in her, teeth bared in a menacing smile, "The way you've been hurting me? See how you like it, Pan." He pressed against her hard, biting her lip enough to cause blood to bead in between his. Her skin chafed against his jeans, made even more rough by the water. His tounge chased her blood across his teeth and he smiled briefly before kissing her again, gently this time. Her eyes closed slowly as she sank into the bitter touch, letting her body do the talking. His hands settled at her waist, kneading the skin gently as he rubbed his jeans against her hips.
"You want it, I know… so why push me away?" He asked, trailing his hand over her thigh, "Tell me whats happening, and I'll give you what you want."
She shuddered and pushed away from him, feeling betrayed by her own body. "Damn it," she muttered, mind racing. Slowly she walked back up the bank, not realizing that Trunks was watching her rise out of the water, the moonlight glimmering across her body like a sea nymph coming to tempt him to drown. He ached to drown.
"Aren't you coming?" She turned to look at him over her shoulder, the lava hot lust that had churned through her changed into a chilly glare.
"Yeah." His voice was rough.
Pan pulled the towel off a nearby tree and wrapped herself in it, to give at least a semblence of modesty. Trunks knew her for her whole life, he'd seen her naked, gave her baths. But now they were adults and had to be mature about bathing. All Pan wanted to do what peel off his soaking wet muscle shirt.
She motioned him into her tent and sat down on the sleeping bag.
A loud yowl made her shift over. "Sorry Punk!" The cat came out of the bag at full speed, ran across the walls with claws ripping at the ready, and dashed out the door just as Trunks came in.
"Will she come back?" He asked, stepping back before the claws got him across the face.
"When she's hungry." Pan shrugged. "I have to tell you something."
"I don't know if I want to hear it."
Pan sighed. "Its not what you're afraid of."
"Well what then?"
"Wellyoudontrememberbutyougothitbyacarandyoulostyourmemoryandwerenotreallymarried."
"Say the last bit again?"
"You lost your memory?"
"We're not really married." His shoulder drooped a little.
"We're really not." Pan said, looking at him with big puppy eyes. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier, but…. the doctor said you were more likely to regain your memory if we played along."
"I don't remember any of this. I don't…. this is like a bad dream." Trunks leaned his eyes on his palms and rubbed his forehead. "Everything I know… why are you doing this to me?"
Pan blinked. "Trunks, I'm still in high school. I'm graduating in a few days. I don't want to be married."
"Not to me, right?"
"Well, not to anybody."
"What about Ubuu?"
"What about him?"
"You're in love with him."
"I'm mad at him right now…. Not in love with anybody." Pan watched Punk slink back into the tent and curl up in Trunks' lap.
Trunks absently petted the cat, "You're not in love with anybody? Why not try and work it out with me?"
"I'm in high school."
"So? You're 18, you're legal enough. You'll be 19 in a few weeks… even more legal. Do you hate me that much that you don't want to make it work?"
"I don't hate you, I care about you… I just don't know."
Trunks put the cat aside and crawled to her on his hands and knee. "Please?" his eyes widened as he looked her straight on, then he whispered in her ear, "If it doesn't work, I'll try to let you go."
Pan bit her lip and concentrated, weighing her options in her mind. Why not just try? "Ok, we can try."
Trunks hugged her hard enough to send her flying against the ground again, and Punk let loose another yowl as he was squashed between the weight of two saiyans and the hard ground.
"Sorry Punk!!!" Pan laughed.