No Happy Endings

Part Three

Pairings: Gh-Tr Tr-Pn

Warnings: Aside from swearing there's none that I can think of

Notes: These things here ooooo are a change in time scenery or character

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Gohan's POV

Right now I'm quietly working on some test papers from the school, the silence of my office is so nice and peaceful, like a void you could get lost in and actually enjoy being lost. Or at least it was nice, because my cell phone suddenly rang. It's a Saturday morning, and I'm at home behind my desk, working hard to try and drown out any lingering thoughts I might still have about Trunks since nothing else seems to work. Working so hard that I didn't notice my phone until after a few rings.

I wanted to ignore it, so I just let it ring a few times anyway. But there's a nagging feeling in the back of my head that I just don't like, that and the ringing is really starting to get on my nerves, so I reached into my back pocket before tearing it out and flipping it open, vowing that whoever's on the other end had better have a damn good excuse for interrupting me from my work or else there would be some serious hell to pay.

"What?" I snarled to whoever was on the other end. I really don't feel like talking to anyone just now, especially with the mood I'm in. Waking up in the morning after having another wet dream about your son-in-law is most definitely not the best way to start the day.

There was a sniffle on the other end of the line. "D-daddy?"

My eyes widened at the sound of Pan's voice, shocked as to how she sounded. Like she was crying.

"Pan? Baby what's the matter?" I asked, instantly becoming alert in my chair and trying to think of what could make her cry. Because there weren't very many things in the world that could make her shed tears. It couldn't be...

"I-it's Trunks, daddy." She blurted out, sniffling a little more on the other end of the line.

At that, my heart went into my throat. Trunks? Something was wrong with Trunks?

I paled, I could tell that I did even without a mirror around by how cold my face suddenly felt without any blood in it. And I couldn't help but be afraid that he might be hurt, or that there was another accident with one of those new things they were working on at Capsule Corp.

"What's wrong, Pan?" I asked, trying not to let my fear get the better of me. "What happened to him?"

There was a slight pause. "He..." She hiccuped. "He..." And then the phone went dead.

I couldn't help the fear that raced through my veins and into my heart as I pulled the phone away from my ear and simply stared at it, as if it had done something strange, like grow a set of legs and start dancing and singing.

I must have sat there for at least four or five minutes, because I practically had to slap myself to get up out of my chair before heading for the door. Grabbing my coat and launching myself into the air once outside.

If Trunks was hurt then I needed to be there for him. He may not love me, and his intentions with my daughter may be questionable, but I still care for him.

I love him.

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Trunks' POV

I was just about to walk out the door, I was so close to leaving, I had my jacket on and everything, finally ready to tell my father about myself and pray for his understanding when it happened.

Pan caught me. And she didn't look too happy about my trying to leave either.

So far I'm surprised that we didn't go into another fit of yelling. Because all we're doing so far is standing here, Pan blocking my way with her arms folded and just staring at me. As if she's trying to read my thoughts and not liking what was there.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Where are you going?"

I tried to muster up the best sneer I could, but the past six months have just been draining me completely. Dealing with Pan and this marriage, trying to keep up appearances at Capsule Corp, and Gohan hating me... I'm just exhausted, and I know that the look I'm sending her isn't very effective.

"Do I need your permission to leave my house?" I said as sourly as I could, but even my voice is sounding weak. If dad doesn't kill me then I need to go back to training with him again, get my strength back up.

Then, as if looking into my eyes and seeing my intent, Pan's eyes went wide. "You're going to Vegeta, aren't you?" She whispered, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly and sounding almost fearful for me.

I tried to brush off what she just said as nothing, and look as if I didn't care, but I knew that I was failing at that as well. And I couldn't help but fidget a little. "Well, so what if I am?" I challenged.

Pan's lips thinned at me dangerously at my challenge, before she marched over and slapped me as hard as she could, causing my head to whip to the side. But I don't bring a hand up to touch the soreness that's now there, and because she's a quarter saiyan it really fucking hurt!

I clenched my fists, and now I'm stuck fighting off the urge to hit her back. Fuck I hate myself sometimes.

"Why would you want to do that!?!" She screeched. "He'll fucking kill you and you know it!!!"

"Well maybe I'd rather die then spend another day locked up with you!!" I roared back, and she slapped me again, as if trying to punish me for daring to say something like that about her.

If there was ever a time in my life when I hated her from the very bottom of my soul, then now would be it.

"You're not going." She said, speaking to me as if I were some child that she had to give orders to, looking up at me through angry and betrayed eyes.

"You're not going to stop me." I said back, shoving her out of my way and heading for the door once again. Not looking back until she screeched my name.

"TRUNKS!!!"

I whipped my head around behind me in annoyance, just to see her standing there, her pose a defiant one as she held her cell phone in her hand.

I raised a brow at her, wondering what she was doing.

Then, she spoke, her voice coming out choked as if she was fighting back sobs. "I have... my father's number on speed dial, and I swear, if you take one more step towards that door, I'll call him and make him stop you." She threatened, and it was then that I noticed where her index finger was on the cell. On the button that was programmed to call Gohan.

But I couldn't give up, I'm so close to getting away and I just can't let that go. "Oh ya? And just exactly what will he do?" I asked as defiantly as I could.

"He will fight you and he will beat you, and I know that you don't want that!" She threatened, and I still have yet to be impressed.

I know Gohan, he has a kind heart and the honor to back it up, and that's why I love him. "He wouldn't attack me for no reason, Pan." I pointed out.

She seemed speechless and shocked for a moment, because she knows I'm right, but then the familiar gleam came back into her eyes. The gleam that practically shouted out how she knew she was going to get her way.

"I'll tell him you hit me." She threatened, and my breath got caught in my throat, my eyes widening in shocked horror at the threat. "I'll tell him you beat me, I'll tell him you raped me, I'll tell him whatever I need to tell him to make you stay!!" She screamed out madly.

And I was just too shocked to speak. Pan would tell Gohan that I raped her? "You-you wouldn't." I stuttered out, but sadly, I found that I couldn't picture an act like that as being below her. Not after she forced me to marry her.

She nodded her head, her finger pressing the button that dialed Gohan's number. "I would."

I blinked, quickly trying to search through my brain for anything that could help me out now. "B-but, he'll kill me if you say something like that!" I pointed out, suddenly grateful for the knowledge that she doesn't want me dead.

She shook her head. "He'd never kill you, he'd just kick the shit out of you." She said, putting the phone to her ear as she waited for her father to pick up the phone. "And I know you don't want that." She said again.

And sadly, she's right, and she knows it. To have my dad kick the shit out of me is one thing, I'm used to that, but to take it from Gohan, the man I love more than anything else in the entire world... To just see him sneering down at me with venomous hate as he tries to beat me into a coma... I don't think I could take that.

I sighed, fighting back tears of defeat. "What do you want from me?" I ask pitifully, hating myself for giving in.

There are still tears in her eyes as well, as if what she's doing is hurting her as well me, but I have no sympathy for her. Not anymore. "I want you to love me." She whispered. "I want you to act as my husband, and I want you to love me, right here and right now." She said pleadingly. And my eyes went wide.

I'm just stunned at this point, my mouth hanging open in shock at her demand. She's not just talking about me getting on my knees and declaring my undying love for her. She wants me to sleep with her.

I shake my head, partially too stunned to know what I'm doing, but also because I just can't betray Gohan like that. "N-no." Was all I could say.

"Fine." She sneered back, and I guess Gohan answered the phone, because she started talking.

"D-daddy?" She choked out pitifully, as if she were fighting back sobs.

I shook my head again. "No, Pan please, no." I begged, but she just kept right on talking.

"I-it's Trunks, daddy." She all but wailed, sniffling a little more for an added effect.

Oh God, I'm ready to have a heart attack here. Jesus she's really going to do it!

"He..." She hiccuped, "He..."

I took three quick steps towards her before snatching the phone out of her hand and turning it off, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief yet at the same time wondering if I'd done the right thing. Because now she can't tell Gohan any of those horrible lies about me, because I know he'll believe her, but now, I actually have to sleep with her.

With dad, at least there was a chance that he would accept me, or even let me live after disowning me if and when he finds out about me and where my true feelings are really directed. But... If Pan were to ever tell Gohan that I raped her, then he would never forgive me. He would hate me a thousand and a half times worse than he already does now, and I... I just couldn't bare something like that.

I felt the soft skin of her palm as she cupped my chin and turned my face to look down at her, I don't want to look at her, but I have to. I'm forced to see the grateful look in her eyes as I slowly lean in to kiss her, giving her what she wants.

I don't want to do this, but I have to. So I try to participate as little energy as I can into the kiss as she leads me into the bedroom.

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Pan's POV

I really didn't want to do that, I didn't want to threaten him like that, but he's leaving me with no choice. Christ, he was about to go to Vegeta and tell him he's gay! That bastard would kill him if he ever found out! I have to do this! It's the only way to save him.

I'm not sure how I knew that he was about to go to Vegeta for his little talk, I guess I just sort of... saw it in his eyes. As if he'd had enough of me and was truly looking for a way out this time. I just had to do something about it.

I'm so glad he believed me when I said I'd tell all those lies about him to my dad, I don't know what else I could have said to my dad over the phone without sounding like a complete lunatic. I would never tell my father that the man I loved had raped me if he didn't. Not ever. So when Trunks grabbed the phone and turned it off, I was more than a little thrilled.

But still, I can barely contain my excitement as I work on getting his jacket off, kissing him again as we move for the bed. We're finally going to be together completely! And after we make love I just know that he'll finally see reason.

He'll finally see how much he really loves me.

But still, there's just something wrong with this. He's not fully into it like he should be. He's three times more experienced with sex than I am and it's like I'm guiding him. He's barely touching me, and it's kind of unnerving.

It's not like I'm forcing him... or at least, I don't think I am. I did give him the choice of being with me... Sort of...

But God, he's shaking! Does he really not want to do this that badly? Am I really about to...

I'm not forcing him, I'm not!

I'm not about to rape him...

I can't help but let out a shaky sigh, the excitement and passion of the moment that I had been feeling mere seconds ago having vanished into thin air with his lack thereof. And I feel like crying. My throat has gone tight and my heart is pounding painfully in my chest. I want him to love me so much. But... he never will.

I must have been craving him so badly, because I can hardly remember getting his shirt off, but I know that I must have since I'm now hugging his bare chest. But that's not even the surprising part.

The surprising part is that he's actually hugging me back, his arms hanging loosely as well as a little unsurely around my shoulders as I start to sob.

But at least he stopped shaking.

"Pan? What's the matter?" He asks, actually sounding worried for me. And I can't help but be amazed. After all of that, he's worried for me.

I choke back a sob as I cling to him as tightly as I can. I don't want to let him go, I really don't. But if I really almost did that to him, forced him into having sex by threatening him with the one he actually loves, then what would that make me?

Am I not already a monster for tricking both him and my own father? I knew they were in love, and instead of being happy for my father, who has been alone since his divorce with my mother, I separated them.

...I'm a fucking monster...

"You... you can leave now." I whispered pitifully, my face still down. I could practically sense him blinking at me. "W-what?" He asks.

Regretfully, I pulled away from him, knowing in the deepest parts of my heart that I can never hold him ever again. "Y-you can go now." I said again, trying hard to keep my tears in check as I faced him, watching his eyebrows raise and his eyes light up. He's happy that I'm letting him go.

He's happy to be away from me.

"Go to your father, my father, I don't care just go!" I shouted at him, angrily pushing him away from me before I could change my mind.

He didn't give me another word as he gathered the clothes I had taken off him before throwing them back on and running out the door.

Leaving me alone.

OWARI

A.N: Okay, for those who were reading it before it got deleted, then sorry for how long it took me to get it back up

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