A/N: I'm sorry to dissapoint lots of you, but Trunks is 14 years
older than Pan. I prolly shoulda included their ages in the last chapter,
but I totally forgot. Sorry peoples. Here they are: Trunks: 19 Pan: 5. Bra
and Goten prolly won't be included in this story very much, but their ages
are as follows, Bra: 4, Goten: 18. Anyways, this chapter is based off of
when Pan is 25 and Trunks is 39. He's an old man, but imagine how hot he is
and you'll see why I have them this age. Plus by now Trunks has had lots
and lots of experience and so has Pan. Some of y'all are saying Pan
shouldn't have those feelings at 5, but love starts at a young age! Sorry
that they're nowhere near the same age, but that's how I want it and that's
how it's staying.
Disclaimer: What would I do without you people on my back all the time?
It was the party of the century, Trunks Briefs was allowing anyone who wanted to, to come. He sat on the couch, waiting for a hot chic to come through the door, finally one came. Sure, the rest of them weren't bad, but this one was a goddess. Raven black hair, short, tight black pleather skirt and a halter top. What more did he need from a girl? He stood up from the couch and headed over to where she had met up with a couple of her friends.
"Would you like me to get you a drink?" He asked from behind her as he tapped her shoulder.
She turned around and looked at the man, who had offered her a drink. Using her skills, she decided he was rich, a player, the owner of this house and out looking for a drunk babe.
She then replied, "Sure."
Trunks didn't bother to say anything else, but headed into his kitchen and poured a half-bottle of vodka into the blender with a cup of orange juice and ice. He put the lid on and turned on the blender, mixing the contents into a frothy blend. He tasted the mixture and poured the woman a glass, making sure to use the biggest ones they had. He laughed and walked back into the party, heading towards the raven haired beauty.
"Here ya go."
"What's in this?" Pan asked as she took the glass, taking a sip.
"Just a bit of orange juice and vodka." He replied.
"He's lying." One of her friends, Mira, whispered to her.
"But he's hot!" Whitney whispered into her other ear.
"I think you should go for him." Shelly said, quietly, pushing Whitney out of the way to hear.
"Fine." Pan replied and took a gulp.
"How much will you have to drink to get drunk?" Mira asked.
"Probably the whole pitcher." Pan replied, laughing.
Trunks watched as the girl and her friends whispered. He caught every word of their conversation and the girl's three friends pulled away from her, each seemingly going to their dates. He waited for the girl named Pan to be alone and then leaned in.
"Well, if it'll take the whole pitcher to get you drunk and you know of my intentions and don't seem to care, then why don't you just come with me and you can drink straight from the pitcher? How's that sound? Or are you going to wimp out now?"
"I'll come. I never wimp out. Especially not against a guy." Pan said.
"Oh, a competitive type. I like those, their always aggresive."
"Maybe I might be too aggresive for you." Pan whispered and kissed him on the lips succulently, leaving a trace of her strawberry flavored lipstick on his lips.
She walked into the kitchen and awaited the man to come show her the pitcher. He finally appeared through the doorway, apparently he wanted a few of his friends to see. She laughed anyways and planned to tell him she didn't do these kinds of things infront of crowds.
As he stepped up to her with a pitcher, she whispered in his ear, "I'm not going to do anything with you, except in privacy. So, I hope you have your bedroom open."
Trunks laughed and leaned over to one of his friends, "Go make sure noone is in my room and replace the sheets, for this young lady."
"Such a gentleman, I'm not sure I wanna do anything with a good boy." Pan said suductivly, tracing her finger over his chest.
"Trust me, I'm not so friendly in the bed."
Trunks handed the pitcher in his hand to Pan and watched as she gulped down the drink. His friends' eyes popped out of their heads when the girl wasn't taking breaths in between gulps, but Trunks wasn't amazed. She looked like she did this often, he was amazed she wasn't pregnant, or had kids with her, she probably had a baby sitter. Pan drank the last sip and handed the pitcher back to Trunks.
"Just give me three bottles of vodka and I outta be drunk."
Rich, one of Trunks' friends, went over to a cabinet and pulled out the vodka and handed them to her. She set two of them on the counter and opened the other, gulping it down.
"Man, she drinks like your family." Luke whispered to Trunks.
The rest of Trunks' friends nodded their heads in agreement and continued to watch as Pan drank the second bottle and then the third, but now they were nodding their heads in stupidity.
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After having chained Gohan up, Videl ran out of the house and jumped into her car. She followed the ki that Pan had taken on from the bracelet Bulma had given her. How could her 25 year old daughter be so much trouble?
She drove across South City and arrived at a large house. Pan's human ki was right inside, drunk again. How many times am I going to have to save that girl? Videl questioned herself as she got out of the car and trotted up to the house, hoping she wasn't too late.
Videl opened the door and ran around the house, trying to find her daughter. She ran into the kitchen and saw Pan chugging a bottle of Vodka. She continued to run and soon was beside Pan.
"Trunks?" She questioned as she looked at the people surrounding her daughter.
"Videl?" Trunks asked, his eyebrows going up in shock.
Uh-oh. Trunks thought as memories started to flood back into his mind. He remembered a little girl and a promise he had made. Then he remembered why he had to make that promise. Why would Videl be here?
Trunks looked at the black haired girl and said, "Shit! Pan?"
Trunks looked at Pan and she replied, "Who are you?"
Trunks bent down and kissed Pan on the lips, right before she was thrown over Videl's shoulder and being drug out the door.
Trunks rushed up infront of her and asked, "Videl, why is Pan getting drunk and doing this?"
"Because of you!" Videl yelled and rushed past him.
Trunks stood there stunned. How could it be because of him? Didn't she mean Gohan? Trunks stumbled utterly confused up to his bedroom and laid down. He had finally found his love, but she wasn't the innocent little girl Gohan had taken from him. She was changed. Although, her lips hadn't changed a bit, they were still soft and delicate as he had left them. Maybe he could bring the naive child back to him.
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Videl threw her daughter into the car and took off towards the house, not realizing her daughter was having trajic flashbaacks that would change the way she thought of her family.
She drove on quietly, running red lights and speeding, but taking no head. Her thoughts were concentrated on the man. He's going to ruin everything. All that we've worked for. She'll remember him in no time. How could she forget him for good? We knew she wouldn't, but we didn't expect this. Bulma and Vegeta probably don't know either. Why is Trunks still single? I would have thought he'd have forgotten about Pan and married. He kept his promise as we suspected he would. I better not tell Gohan. Maybe Pan will forget about tonight, she's drunk.
Videl reached the house and pulled her daughter out, dragging her up the steps to her bedroom. She laid her on the bed and tucked her in. Then she drove off from the apartment and to her own house.
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A/N: Good? No? Why not? Oh, sorry. I was talking to myself again. Tell me how that was. I want chocolate! Guess what? My internet works and i got the recorder to work so I can record my shows while I'm at camp. Aren't you so happy for me? I am too. I have to go now, but I shall see you next chapter. Have fun reading.
Forgotten Beauty
Disclaimer: What would I do without you people on my back all the time?
It was the party of the century, Trunks Briefs was allowing anyone who wanted to, to come. He sat on the couch, waiting for a hot chic to come through the door, finally one came. Sure, the rest of them weren't bad, but this one was a goddess. Raven black hair, short, tight black pleather skirt and a halter top. What more did he need from a girl? He stood up from the couch and headed over to where she had met up with a couple of her friends.
"Would you like me to get you a drink?" He asked from behind her as he tapped her shoulder.
She turned around and looked at the man, who had offered her a drink. Using her skills, she decided he was rich, a player, the owner of this house and out looking for a drunk babe.
She then replied, "Sure."
Trunks didn't bother to say anything else, but headed into his kitchen and poured a half-bottle of vodka into the blender with a cup of orange juice and ice. He put the lid on and turned on the blender, mixing the contents into a frothy blend. He tasted the mixture and poured the woman a glass, making sure to use the biggest ones they had. He laughed and walked back into the party, heading towards the raven haired beauty.
"Here ya go."
"What's in this?" Pan asked as she took the glass, taking a sip.
"Just a bit of orange juice and vodka." He replied.
"He's lying." One of her friends, Mira, whispered to her.
"But he's hot!" Whitney whispered into her other ear.
"I think you should go for him." Shelly said, quietly, pushing Whitney out of the way to hear.
"Fine." Pan replied and took a gulp.
"How much will you have to drink to get drunk?" Mira asked.
"Probably the whole pitcher." Pan replied, laughing.
Trunks watched as the girl and her friends whispered. He caught every word of their conversation and the girl's three friends pulled away from her, each seemingly going to their dates. He waited for the girl named Pan to be alone and then leaned in.
"Well, if it'll take the whole pitcher to get you drunk and you know of my intentions and don't seem to care, then why don't you just come with me and you can drink straight from the pitcher? How's that sound? Or are you going to wimp out now?"
"I'll come. I never wimp out. Especially not against a guy." Pan said.
"Oh, a competitive type. I like those, their always aggresive."
"Maybe I might be too aggresive for you." Pan whispered and kissed him on the lips succulently, leaving a trace of her strawberry flavored lipstick on his lips.
She walked into the kitchen and awaited the man to come show her the pitcher. He finally appeared through the doorway, apparently he wanted a few of his friends to see. She laughed anyways and planned to tell him she didn't do these kinds of things infront of crowds.
As he stepped up to her with a pitcher, she whispered in his ear, "I'm not going to do anything with you, except in privacy. So, I hope you have your bedroom open."
Trunks laughed and leaned over to one of his friends, "Go make sure noone is in my room and replace the sheets, for this young lady."
"Such a gentleman, I'm not sure I wanna do anything with a good boy." Pan said suductivly, tracing her finger over his chest.
"Trust me, I'm not so friendly in the bed."
Trunks handed the pitcher in his hand to Pan and watched as she gulped down the drink. His friends' eyes popped out of their heads when the girl wasn't taking breaths in between gulps, but Trunks wasn't amazed. She looked like she did this often, he was amazed she wasn't pregnant, or had kids with her, she probably had a baby sitter. Pan drank the last sip and handed the pitcher back to Trunks.
"Just give me three bottles of vodka and I outta be drunk."
Rich, one of Trunks' friends, went over to a cabinet and pulled out the vodka and handed them to her. She set two of them on the counter and opened the other, gulping it down.
"Man, she drinks like your family." Luke whispered to Trunks.
The rest of Trunks' friends nodded their heads in agreement and continued to watch as Pan drank the second bottle and then the third, but now they were nodding their heads in stupidity.
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After having chained Gohan up, Videl ran out of the house and jumped into her car. She followed the ki that Pan had taken on from the bracelet Bulma had given her. How could her 25 year old daughter be so much trouble?
She drove across South City and arrived at a large house. Pan's human ki was right inside, drunk again. How many times am I going to have to save that girl? Videl questioned herself as she got out of the car and trotted up to the house, hoping she wasn't too late.
Videl opened the door and ran around the house, trying to find her daughter. She ran into the kitchen and saw Pan chugging a bottle of Vodka. She continued to run and soon was beside Pan.
"Trunks?" She questioned as she looked at the people surrounding her daughter.
"Videl?" Trunks asked, his eyebrows going up in shock.
Uh-oh. Trunks thought as memories started to flood back into his mind. He remembered a little girl and a promise he had made. Then he remembered why he had to make that promise. Why would Videl be here?
Trunks looked at the black haired girl and said, "Shit! Pan?"
Trunks looked at Pan and she replied, "Who are you?"
Trunks bent down and kissed Pan on the lips, right before she was thrown over Videl's shoulder and being drug out the door.
Trunks rushed up infront of her and asked, "Videl, why is Pan getting drunk and doing this?"
"Because of you!" Videl yelled and rushed past him.
Trunks stood there stunned. How could it be because of him? Didn't she mean Gohan? Trunks stumbled utterly confused up to his bedroom and laid down. He had finally found his love, but she wasn't the innocent little girl Gohan had taken from him. She was changed. Although, her lips hadn't changed a bit, they were still soft and delicate as he had left them. Maybe he could bring the naive child back to him.
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Videl threw her daughter into the car and took off towards the house, not realizing her daughter was having trajic flashbaacks that would change the way she thought of her family.
She drove on quietly, running red lights and speeding, but taking no head. Her thoughts were concentrated on the man. He's going to ruin everything. All that we've worked for. She'll remember him in no time. How could she forget him for good? We knew she wouldn't, but we didn't expect this. Bulma and Vegeta probably don't know either. Why is Trunks still single? I would have thought he'd have forgotten about Pan and married. He kept his promise as we suspected he would. I better not tell Gohan. Maybe Pan will forget about tonight, she's drunk.
Videl reached the house and pulled her daughter out, dragging her up the steps to her bedroom. She laid her on the bed and tucked her in. Then she drove off from the apartment and to her own house.
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A/N: Good? No? Why not? Oh, sorry. I was talking to myself again. Tell me how that was. I want chocolate! Guess what? My internet works and i got the recorder to work so I can record my shows while I'm at camp. Aren't you so happy for me? I am too. I have to go now, but I shall see you next chapter. Have fun reading.
Forgotten Beauty