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HEYA HEYA!! I'm back! I've decided, instead of working on 13 at the same time or whatever, I'll work with 3 fics at the same time and update, then go to the next 3 and update at the same time^^. Neighborhood Romances, Life Isn't Worth Living Without You, and my newest, Runaways, are my three choices. Anywayz, here's the next chappie of LIWLWY! As always, enjoy!

Not Tonight, Love

            "Pan, come on, I was kidding!" Trunks pouted, waiting for her to finally open the door. It had been almost 15 minutes and she was still in there. "Come on Pan, it was a joke!…" "I don't like 'jokes'!" she growled, still sitting on the toilet. "Awe, Pan-chan, I'm sorry!" "My ass," she cursed.

"Pan, I'm serious! I-I thought it was funny! Now just come out, please?" "You've been lying to me for 15 minutes and you expect me to come out?" he heard her say through the door. "I-I'm not lying, Pan!" Trunks looked the other way; he could feel her eyes piercing through the door. Pan slammed open the door. "YES YOU ARE YOU NO GOOD HOE!! I SWEAR EVERYTIME YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH IT PISSES ME OFF! YOU-"

Trunks cringed while she continued to yell and curse him out. "NOW GET OUT!!" "…Does that mean you forgive me?" Trunks gave that 'I'm sucking up big time' smile. Pan's tail began swishing from side to side violently. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs…I'm going to tell you…one more time…to get the hell…out…of…my…ROOM!!!" She gave him the scariest look he'd ever seen in his life.

"Ok ok!" Trunks started backing up out the door. "…So I can't stay?" "NO!!" she slammed the door in his face. Now Trunks was back into the same situation: stuck talking to a door. "Pan, come on!" "Trunks, just leave me alone!" Pan walked to the bed and dropped on her back.

Trunks turned the knob and it opened, to his surprise. 'Why would she leave the door unlocked?' he thought. "Pan? What's wrong?" Pan shot back up. "W-what the hell is that-" "You're acting weird. I mean, I know I kinda…copped a feel," he blushed for some odd reason, "But it wasn't that bad…was it?"

Trunks really didn't mean to make her mad. "No," Pan sighed, hanging her head. "Then what?" Trunks closed the door and walked up to her. "What's wrong Pan-chan?" "I-I thought I could do this b-but when you did that, it just scared me. It wasn't what you did, it's just…I haven't been so close to any man before…except for…" "Pan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Trunks stopped.

He didn't know what to say to her. He hadn't realize that a lot of things would remind her of what happened to her. Pan started crying. "Maybe you (sniff) should just go find someone (sniff) who isn't so damn messed up!" Pan balled up on her side.

"Pan, you're not fucked up- I-I mean!" 'Damn, I didn't mean to say that!' Trunks mentally slapped himself. "See? You can't even talk to me now!" she started crying more than before. "Pan, d-don't cry!" Trunks tried to think of something he could say to make her feel better.

"You know, w-we don't have to um…" 'Why is this so hard to say?' he thought, cringing, "You know…tonight." Pan wiped her eyes and looked at him. 'Can't go back now (sigh)' "You know, we could wait. I-I mean, I didn't fall in love with you so I could screw yo- I-I mean, just get you in my bed for one…glorious night of hot, sexual, heaping, like-a-bitch-in-heat passionate fling," Trunks suddenly started breathing a little hard.

Pan blankly stared at him. "Anyway! Um, I mean, I want you to be my mate and so if that means I can't screw- I mean, if that means we can't….you know, then that's…finnnneeeee with m-me." Trunks felt a knot in his stomach. "(Sniff) You, you really mean that Trunks? Because I really don't think I can do this tonight, I-It just scares the hell out of me-"

"I mean it," Trunks looked in her tearing eyes and for a moment, he had forgotten everything else. 'She's beautiful…' he thought. Pan smiled. "Trunks, will you…stay with me tonight?" Trunks looked surprised.

"W-why?" Pan looked away. "Nevermind," she sighed. "N-no, I want to, I just…just thought you'd want to be alone." "Just because I don't want my brains screwed out tonight doesn't mean I wouldn't like to have some company, Trunks-kun," Pan chuckled lightly.

"Oh." "It seems you're the one who needs a better understanding of relationships. You know, there's more to it than sex." Trunks frowned. "Hey, I know that!" "You're pouting, Trunks," Pan seemed to enjoy messing with Trunks' mind.

"Good night, Pan," Trunks started for the door. "Noo, come back here damnit!" Pan was about to go after, but he turned around "You're pouting, Pan." He smirked at her. Pan glared. "You hoe…you're staying and that's that!!" Pan ordered.

"Whatever you say, Pan-chan," Trunks locked the door, "Now lets 'get to bed'," Trunks licked his lips. 'I'm going to at least get a make-out scene out of her' Trunks grinned evilly. "Trunks, what the hell are you smiling about?" Pan began looking worried.

'He wouldn't! After what we just talked about? He wouldn't dare try to- ahh!' Pan's thoughts were interrupted when Trunks pounced on her like a cat to a mouse. "What the hell are you doing??!?!?" Pan was shocked. How could he do something like that after she just said she didn't want to have sex?

"Trunks, get your ass off of me!" "Right after we make out," he assured. "What?! I'm not making out with you, you slut-" Pan was stopped by a kiss. 'This is so degrading' she thought. She broke it off and started yelling, "You asswipe, I should kill you and throw you for the damn fish you-" she continued to cuss and holler.

"Woman, tell me something…" Vegeta looked at the mirror in their room, seeing himself and Bulma, who was sitting behind him. "Yes?" she awaited his question. "What did you tell her? To make her change her mind?" he asked, as if he already knew. There was no answer from her.

"You told her?"

"Was that a question or a statement?" she replied.

"You told her, didn't you…"

"I had to. I'm sorry." Bulma apologized.

"Don't be. I would have told her myself if I had the balls to," he laughed for a second and his eye twitched in humor.

"You have the balls; I just beat you to the punch."

"I just…didn't want to think about it…to think it could actually happen again to someone I know…and so young."

"Yes, but it did."

"I was ready to die when you told me. The thought that I let someone hurt you just…killed me. After I killed him, I avoided you for weeks. I couldn't stand to look at you. I never really have gotten over it; I could never forgive myself for not knowing."

Bulma walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I forgive you. Why can't you forgive yourself?"

Vegeta hissed. "Some things are just unforgivable, woman. It's my job to protect you; your frail mind wouldn't understand."

"The only unforgettable thing is me not telling you after it happened. No reason to hit yourself in the ass for it; I can do that," she purred.

Vegeta frowned. "It isn't funny."

"Oh, come now Veggie-chan, don't have a breakdown. I've accepted it, and Pan will have to, also. You can reverse what has been done; If you squeeze it, it'll never escape, but if you let it go, it'll just… slip away from your mind. You understand?"

"Hmm, squeeze it; how hard?" Vegeta mused.

"Has your hentious mind wondered off to a new subject?"

"Maybe," Vegeta smirked.

"Well, maybe if you stop being a little bitch, I'll give you what you want."

"Grr, I am no bitch," Vegeta growled, prying her off of him.

"Oh, yes you are. Veggie's a bitch, Veggie's a bitch!" Bulma taunted. "Grr, shut up!" Vegeta grabbed her, by the shoulders, against the dresser drawer. "I suggest you take that back…or else," he threatened. "Or else what?" she challenged.

"You beg."

"Excuse me, Veggie?"

"You heard me."

"You can't make me do anything," she crossed her arms and stared him straight in the eye.

'He's sexy when he's angry.'

'Grr, I'll have her acting like a bitch in heat…then again, she will be.' Vegeta looked at her evilly.

"Don't give me that look."

"Sigh, I need someone to have a fight with!" Bra sighed. "Hit me," she ordered. "I'm sorry, Ms. Briefs, but you've had quite enough Sake for tonight," the servant lectured. "Don't argue with me damnit, hit me!" Bra slammed the small cup down. "(Sigh) ok," he poured her 23rd cup.

"Trunks, stop slobing on me!" she managed to say, trying to breathe. "Hmm hmm, later," Trunks, to say the least, was enjoying it very much; so was Pan but she wasn't admitting it without a fight. She was out of her vulnerable, cute, compassionate, sentimental mood and she was not enjoying being turned on by him.

"Damnit, I told you I didn't want to do this tonight, and two seconds later you're pouncing on me!" Granted, he did pounce on her, and was very much in the mood of kissing her, but he hadn't tried to cop-a-feel on her. Did that make a difference?

'I was so scared when he put his hand up my shirt…I guess I just like kissing or something…ugh, I'm so confused!' "Trunks, quit!!" she started whining again. Trunks looked at her. "I made you whine again." He loved messing with her; he loved her, and there was no denying it.

Whenever he was around her, he felt complete. Though he was prone to make many mistakes with her, he also learned from them. "Damn you, I told you to get off me! You've already kissed me enough times, I'd say that's quite enough! Trunks, damnit, what if someone's watching this or something?" he saw terror in her eyes for a split second as she looked around the room.

"Pan, why would you think someone would watch us?" Trunks just couldn't fully understand her fear.

'She's so paranoid. But I'm right here; doesn't she trust me? Doesn't she think I'll protect her? I don't understand, what hasn't she told me?'

"Because…" she crawled out from under him slowly, "I just do, ok? I know you think I'm paranoid and shit…and maybe I am." "I'm sorry, it's just you act like you have some psycho killer stalker chasing yo- I mean there's no reason to be paranoid- that is to say no one's after you- what, damn, I didn't mean to say that!" Trunks sat up and rub his forehead.

"Trunks, two minutes ago you were trying to swallow me whole and now you're suddenly all serious because I said I thought someone was watching. I'm paranoid Trunks, and I have reason to be, but you don't have to get jumpy with me. It's ok, you know; I'm ok. I just have to deal with my fears."

"No it's not, Pan! I-I wasn't even there! I didn't even know you and now I'm starting to feel like it's my fault or something! I keep slipping up, now it's just hard to do anything but kiss you!"

"I told you to find someone els-"

"I don't want anyone else! I just haven't gotten used to this, yet, and when you didn't want to…I really had nothing to say to you. It's not that I don't think you're interesting and I just want you for that…gorgeous, hot, extremely sexy body of yours, but I just didn't want to slip up and make you feel bad like the shirt thing. I didn't even think that half the things I do might remind you of…Nevermind."

"Trunks, you don't have to treat me like I'm 2 with sensitive ears. If there's something you want to know, you just need to ask me; what makes me feel bad is when you feel like you can't talk to me about something. So if there's something you want to know, just say so damnit," she spoke softly.

"I don't know, I'm just confused right now. We seem to be just switching from one scene to the next like the last never happened; like we change emotions every 5 seconds."

"Well that happens when you're going with a rape victim and just finding out about it," she spoke, monotone. "Pan, don't say that-" "It's true. It won't go on forever, but it's true."

"No it's not."

"Trunks, don't baby me, ok?! I can handle the truth, you know! Damnit, don't talk to me!" Pan grabbed the cover and flung it over her reclined body, turning from Trunks. "Pan, I'm sorry! It's just hard!"

"You can either ask me your damn questions, or leave the hell out of my room," she told him his choices and waited for his answer. "Ok, ok…but at least face me, Pan." Pan granted his wish, and turned back around, facing his direction but not him.

"Pan…are you reluctant to have sex because you've never really done it or because you're scared it'll remind you of…"

"My rape?"

"Yeah."

"Both, I guess… More about my father."

"You know, I would never let him hurt you like that again," he lied on the bed, his face facing hers. "I know. But what also scares me is that it'll be the same with him, just…willingly."

"What do you mean?"

"I-I don't know. I just never liked sex after that. I always thought it'd be just the same, just doing it willingly. I guess you could say I didn't have a good reference to go by. I don't even know if I'd be able to enjoy it after what happened to me."

"Pan, it wouldn't be anything like that.  It just seems the same because you've never had sex before."

Pan was taken back. "What do you mean I haven't-"

"You were…raped," it took all his might to say those three words, "But you've never had sex before. It makes a big different when you want to do something or you don't. When you do, that means you want to enjoy it, and when your mind wants pleasure, it doesn't tell your body any different. Get it?"

Pan thought about it. "I…I guess. But it just seems so scary now. When you asked me at first, I said yes because I thought I could do it, but the more I thought about it in that short time, the more it scared me. It just seems so…dirty," Pan shuddered.

"Pan, how…how did he?"

"Rape me?"

"Yeah, I want to know…if you don't mind telling me. If you do, I'll understand-"

"I don't." she responded, before beginning.

"First, he took his fingers and jammed them into me. It hurt so bad, all I could do was scream and try to kick at first, but I was so tired after a few minutes that all I could do was speak. I called him a son of a bitch and told him I'd kill him and I hoped he'd go to hell and that Frieza would do the same thing to him, heh…he got angry and that's when he shoved his whole hand up me."

Trunks cringed at the thought. He figured it was the equivalent of getting your balls tied in a knot and then getting punched at.

"I felt myself rip. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled his pants down and he…it hurt so bad. I couldn't do anything but sit there while he assaulted me because I was so tired. I couldn't defend myself anymore. While he was doing this, he, he touched me and rubbed on my body like I wasn't even his own flesh and blood; like I was just some slut he'd met. Soon I went into shock and couldn't even feel it anymore, but I could feel the blood running down and soaking the bed and sheets. And I was so tensed up that it made it worse while he was forcing himself through."

Trunks could barely stand to listen anymore. He couldn't see how someone could inflict that kind of pain on anyone; it was worse than death itself.

"Well, when he finally stopped, he spit on me and said "Clean yourself up, bitch; you're bleeding," got up, and left out of my room like nothing had happened. I sat there for hours, half-conscience, in shock, bleeding severely. Half the bed was soaked with my blood." Pan began shaking like she was about to cry.

"When I finally got back to my senses, I was in so much pain that I could barely get up. I had to crawl to the bathroom (sniff). I ran hot water and put soap and alcohol in there, then took off what he managed to not rip (sniff) off of my body and made my way into the tub. When the soap and alcohol hit my wounds (sniff), it felt twice as bad as it was feeling when I came out of shock, but I was too tired to get up so I had to sit there all night, my wounds stinging so bad, it felt like I was on fire. I cried all night and prayed that someone would, (sniff) by the off chance, come to check on me and see what had happened and helped me; but no one came. I felt so alone."

Pan broke out in tears. Trunks got under the covers with her and cuddled up to her. "I'm sorry, Pan," he whispered, letting her cry in his chest. "Why?! Why does he hate me?! I just wanted to be his little girl (sniff) but I was nothing but his bitch!" she hit Trunks in the chest over and over.

It hurt a little but he didn't want to make her stop. "I'm so scared that it'll hurt just as worse because I had so much damaged. W-what if I rip again? I (sniff) never got the right medical attention for it." She placed her arm around him.

"Well just talk to my mom. S-she can get a great doctor for you!" Trunks reassured. "You think? I mean, I wouldn't want to go through that pain again, and especially in the middle of us…I wouldn't want you thinking it was your fault (sniff). "I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable It's just that I can't help but blame myself."

"I know, but I just want you to know I don't think any of this, like tonight, happened because of you, and I don't want you to think I'm blaming you for anything that's ever happened to me. Ok?"

"Ok," Trunks smiled, holding her close.

"Trunks…I love you," she buried her head in his chest.

"I love you too, Pan-chan."

Awe! Damn, they switch those scenes pretty quick, don't they? Hmm, I wonder what happened with Veggie and B too! Ah well, we'll find out later! What will happen tomorrow for Pan and Trunks? When will they see her psychotic father again? Will anyone be hurt? Will they try to find him? Or just try and have a nice day? Well I guess you'll just have to find out next time, won't you? Be sure to be here for the next chapter of LIWLWY!! Peaces Reeces!

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Finished: 1/11/03

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