Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy write Akira Toriyama.
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Trunks- 17
Pan-15
-k- I'm going to answer some questions I've gotten in review.
Gracyneekap- No, Trunks didn't rape her because she's the one who started it in the first place.
spirit demon- Well, the story is supposed to have angst in it. That's the type of author I am. Sorry if you don't like it…all of my stories are this way. I really hope you weren't calling my fic STUPID either because that's not very nice L since you've been telling me you like my fic.
I Hate Everything About You
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Chapter 9
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Stupid Girl
Pan lay in Trunks arms, feelings his warm breath over her shoulders. She sighed and smiled, holding him tight. After all the harsh things that were spoken she always found herself in his embrace. Not because he was trying to make her feel better, but because he wanted too…he needed too.
"Trunks?" She whispered, looking up into his handsome face.
His eyelids twitched as his lips parted. "Yeah."
Pan took a deep breath and leaned her head on his chest. "Do you…care for me?" She asked, becoming nervous.
His eyes slowly opened, looking down at her. "Of course I care for you, Pan. Why wouldn't I?" He asked, running a hand through her hair. "Just because I've said things…mean things doesn't mean I don't care for you."
Pan nod her head, but wasn't satisfied with his answer. "I know you care for me as a person, but that's not what I'm talking about. I want to know if this," She said looking down at both their naked bodies. "Means anything to you."
Trunks chewed his lips thinking. He didn't want to say anything that would bring another silent treatment. "It means something." He answered, closing his eyes again.
Pan bit her lip still not satisfied. "What exactly does it mean to you."
Trunks sighed irritated, looking down at her again. "I don't know exactly, I just like being like this with you."
"You like having sex with me or cuddling like now?"
Trunks rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, one arm under Pan's body. "Both I guess."
Pan sat up on her elbow, releasing his other arm which he pulled close to himself. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she ran a hand along his tan chest. "Your not doing a good job at playing dump, Trunks. You know exactly what I'm asking. Do you care for me?"
Trunks grunted and turned his head to the side. "I don't know what you want me to say."
"It's not that hard," She said raising her voice. "Either your sleeping with me for the hell of it or you care about me." She snapped.
Trunks turned his head back and looked up into her eyes. "I care about you alright." He said, becoming really annoyed.
Pan glared down at him. "But how!"
Trunks throw the blankets from around his waist and sat up on the corner of the mattress. "Why does it matter?"
Pan's eyes started filling with tears as she pulled the sheet tight to her and sat up. "It matters because…because I love-"
Pan stopped as tears fell. Every muscle in Trunks' body tightened as he turned to face her.
"What?" He asked softly.
Pan whimpered quietly and wiped a tear from her cheek. "I love you."
Trunks' body went to mush, grabbing one of Pan's ankles. He pulled her close and held her in his powerful arms. "You…love me?" He asked. "But you hate me."
Pan begun to sob against his chest. "I did hate you, but now I love you. You were mean to me and didn't care of you hurt me or not, but…when you hold me I know you care. I know you do!"
Trunks ran his hands through her hair and pulled her back to look at her beautiful face. "Don't cry, Pan. I don't hate you either and I'm sorry for all the things I've said or done. I just do it because I didn't know what else to do. I guess I was acting like a kid making fun of a girl he likes, but I went too far."
Pan half smiled. "I'm not expecting you do tell me you love me, I just want to know you care."
Trunks pulled her hard against him and kissed her deeply. Pan melted into him as they held each other and kissed until they both needed a brake for air.
"What's going to happen when we get out of here?" She asked with worry in her voice.
Trunks glanced to the side, avoiding eye contacted. "Haven't thought about that, yet. Who knows when mom will let us out of here."
"Well, it's Wednesday and my birthday is Friday. I'll be turning 16, so my parents aren't going to let me miss my birthday."
Trunks took a long deep breath. "Things will be different I guess. At least we don't hate each other anymore."
Pan lip her lip. "Yeah, but are we still going to see each other?" She asked.
"Of course! You think I'm going to give you up after everything that's happened between us?" He asked, smiling brightly.
Pan started crying again, this time with happiness and rapped her arms tightly around Trunks' neck. "You've made me happy, Trunks!"
He half smiled and held her. "Always." He said as Pan dropped her arms and crawled from the bed. "Where you going?"
"Take a shower…care to join me?" She asked with a smirk.
"Huh." Trunks thought for a moment. "No, you go ahead."
Pan shrugged. "Ok." She said leaving the bedroom.
Trunks laid back on the bed and put his hands over his face as there was the sound of a door unlocking. He sat up to find Bulma walking through the doors.
"Mom!" He shouted.
"How is everything?" She asked, looking around the room.
"Oh, you know…live locked in a room is just peachy!" He snapped, sarcastically.
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "Don't use that tone with me young man."
Trunks sighed and crossed his arms. "I've been in here for more then 3 weeks. I'll use whatever tone I want."
Bulma ignored what he was saying and walked around the room. Trunks pulled the sheets around his waist and watched her.
"Where's Pan?" She asked.
"Shower."
"Oh, and how are things between the both of you?"
Trunks glared. "Everything is fine. When are you letting us out?" He hissed.
Bulma yawned and scratched her head. "Videl's been having a cow since I locked the both of you in there, so tomorrow sometime afternoon. Pan's birthday's coming up you now. She'll be 16. She's becoming a woman."
"I already took care of that." He muttered.
"What?" Bulma asked.
"Huh?" Trunks said loudly. "Oh, nothing. So, tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes, tell Pan for me, will you?"
"Of course." He replied.
"Alright, see you then honey." She said, trying to kiss him on the cheek.
"Mom! Stop that!" He snapped, shooing her away.
"Stop being mad at me, I did this for your own good." She said, leaving and locking the doors behind her.
Trunks flopped back down on the bed. "I'm in so much shit." He said as Pan imerdged from the bathroom wearing a rob.
"Were you talking to someone?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"No." He replied.
"I swear I heard you talking to someone."
"I was talking to myself." He said pulling her lips to his.
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Blah, blah, blah! He's turning her into a Stupid Girl how'll do anything to make the guy she loves happy!! He's so evil yet I love him ^-^
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