X-rated R: (The little Hentai's will love thisone, even though that's not the whole point of this story...Sigh. ..')
Warning! Deals with drugs, sex, rape, hatred and a lot of vulgar language.
Summery: It all starts when Bra is worried about her best friend, Pan. Worried because Pan has a problem, that no one other than herself knows. But what happens when she just can't hold the secret in anymore, and what happens when this secret causes her to get raped? What will Trunks think when he finds out? Things look a little hazy for the youngest Demi-saiyan, don't you think?
Disclaimer: Don't own it…
Chapter 1: One Choice"Amy?"
"Here!"
"Bra?"
"I'm here." She sighed, lifting her head up to raise her hand.
"Pan?"
There was a short pause.
"Pan. Pan Son?" The teacher asked again, looking around.
Bra huffed, barring her head back into the darkness of her folded arms. This was the 5th time this week that her best friend had missed, no, skipped school. She knew why though. You see her dearest friend had a really bad problem. No one knew except herself; but that didn't seem to matter, because it was almost like Pan wanted everyone to know. She didn't care where she did the deed or who saw her, and she did it so often that it wasn't even funny.
But Bra's heart was breaking. Each day her friend grew worse. Not physically, but mentally. Always seeking out what she needed to perform her task. And Pan didn't even care about what it might be doing to her body.
"I can't keep this in anymore." Bra muttered to the desk her face was pressed to, "I'm sorry Pan. You won't listen to me, so I have to tell someone."
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"This is some great shit, Pan. You gotta buy it?"
"How much is it? What is it?" She asked taking the small baggie with the 5 pale pink pills her boyfriend was showing her.
"It's X. The shit you like. But it's really good. It's not the kind I gave you before. It's better. What do you say ma?"
"Give me 12." She said simply, handing the small baggie back to him.
"Alright. Usually it's $240, but since you're my girl, it's only $50." He said reaching in his glove compartment infront of her.
She watched as he pulled out another baggie, this one filled with the pale pink pills. She smirked when she caught eye of the huge brick of weed laying, almost calling to her on its side.
"Lem'me buy a pound too." She said, looking over at him.
He looked up from separating the pills in his lap.
"It's 100, Baby Girl. I can't hook you up twice." He replied, putting her pills in a separate baggie and closing it.
"That aint fair, Mike. But I feel you." She said, reaching into her tub top to pull out her money.
"Girl, you betta get out of here with them big ol' tittles." Mike said smirking.
"Shut up, boy." She said, shaking her head, "We need to get up out of this one place."
He started up the car, laughing. They drove out of the parking lot of the fast food joint. There was only one thing on his mind, taking her somewhere and 'banging her out'.
"Stop thinking with your dick Mike. Getting fucked up comes first, Boo." Pan said, noticing the look in his eyes.
"You an' ya drugs, Pan." He said, shaking his head.
-!!Warning!!-
(A/N: If you're prude, don't like vulgar or explicit content, or any kind of sexual content of any kind,please turn backand stop reading. I have already warned you and I'm not going to take any responsibility in corrupting your innocent mind. Ja'Ne!)
Pan lay in Mike's arms, laughing like a giddy little schoolgirl. The house they were in was a friend of Mikes', though Pan had never met him before. The room was filled with smoke from the weed they all had been consuming and laughter could be heard all around the basement. She had taken at least three of the pills her boyfriend had sold to her, and was now smoking to enhance her high. To put in layman's terms, she was in pure bliss.
This was Pan's problem. She skipped school almost everyday, just to get a chance to see her 22-year-old boyfriend and to feel the high of the drugs she consumed, as it did it's dirty deed. She was 16 years old, annoyed by the adult population, and just wanted to have a little 'fun'. Or so she called it.
"Come on." Mike said, standing up and leading the giggling demi into the bathroom.
"What are we doing?" She giggled playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck, as she looked up at him with half opened eyes.
He didn't even give her an explanation before he crushed his hungry lips to hers, coaxing them open with his tongue. Mindlessly she obliged to his ever task, meshing her tongue to his, in a lustful kiss. His hands caressed her sides, and in a blind furry, her tub top was pulled down around her torso. His fiery hands cupped her right breast roughly, causing her to break the kiss and arch into him. She moaned out with a passion she hadn't known she held for him.
As he continued his ministrations on her breast, her saiyan side screamed out through her mind. It was telling her that she was in danger, that she should be alert. Telling her that she needed to stop this right now. But it fell on deaf ears. The thoughts were being drowned out by the lustful moans that were raking from her body.
"Pan, you're soo fucking sexy." He murmured into her ear, as she clasped his teeth around her ear lobe, sucking and biting every so gently.
Without another word, he lifted her up, placing her on the pearl sink. He forced her tight denim jeans down, causing them to drop to the floor. She closed her eyes slowly, as she felt his hands grab onto the straps of her black lace thong, and pull it off. He needed this; he wanted this. He was going to have her no matter what. She moaned again, causing every rational thought to vanish from his mind. In one swift motion, his zipper was down and the head of his member was at her moist entrance.
"Mike..?" Pan asked, her eyes opening to look at him.
Before she could say anything else, he trust into her, sheathing himself deep in her warm sex. She shrieked, grasping onto his shoulders, her mind going totally blank for a brief second. For a while she couldn't figure out where the pain was coming from until he was pounded mindlessly into her. That was why she had been feeling so tense.
"Mike! Stop!!" Pan yelled him, as she clenched his shoulders.
She was coming back to her senses, though she could feel that she was still high off the drugs she had taken. But Mike, he had been driven over the edge a while ago, totally drowning out her cries and pleadings to stop. With every thrust she screamed more and more in pain. Why hadn't she been paying more attention?
"Mike, please!! It hurts! Stop!!!" She screamed again, tears streaming down her face now.
"It doesn't hurt, it feels so good." He grunted, gripping her breast harder.
When she realized he wasn't listening, she began to call for help, "Help!! Someone, please!"
She was nowhere in the right mind, nor did she have the strength to push him off of her. The drugs had totally sucked any means of energy from her body, and she felt so drained. When she felt that she was going to pass out, Jamal, the one who owned the apartment, kicked open the door. He was shocked to find Pan struggling effortlessly against him, tears streaming down her now pale face.
"Yo Mike!! Mike!" Jamal yelled, grabbing his friend's shoulder and hurling him back into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Pan's voice cracked, as she slid off the sink and pulled up her shirt.
"Ay, You ok?" Jamal asked, turning around just in time to see her zipping her pants up.
She shook her head quickly, a barely audible whimper escaping her lips, "No! I'm leaving…tell Mike to forget my name. I promise if he ever comes around me again.."
She couldn't finish her sentence. She felt so vulnerable and it was like her body would give out on her at any moment. She had done it this time. She had gotten herself into some shit now and she knew she would never recover from this. She couldn't tell anyone about this…she couldn't even tell Bra; and the girl was the only thing closet to a friend. She was too scared, even if she didn't have to be. She was terrified…
With that, she dashed out the bathroom and disappeared from the house, the pain rising in her abdomen with every stride she took.
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Pan landed infront of her house, her head pounding with a migraine, her eyes blood shot, and her sex was so swollen, she almost couldn't walk. She prayed to Dende that her parents weren't home yet. But as soon as she got into the house and headed up the steps, she heard her father at the bottom of the staircase.
'Damn.' She cursed to herself.
"Where have you been young lady? The school called AGAIN and said you didn't attend today!" Gohan screamed, his voice anything less than angered.
With a grunt, she turned around and narrowed her eyes, "Leave me the fuck alone right now. Just…please."
He looked at her, shock lining his features as his eyes widened. She looked like a total mess and she had just cursed at him. He knew that she was cold and disrespectfully now, but never had she EVER cursed at them. Maybe wanted to but, never truly doing it.
"Where the hell have you been? You look…" His eyes widened more, "Are you high?!"
"So what the fuck if I am? You and mom don't give a shit about me, no one does! Every single one of you have changed and it isn't for the best! So you know what? Fuck you and anyone else who hears!!" She roared, running the rest of the way up the steps.
Bra walked out of the kitchen with Videl, a worried expression on her face. She looked at Gohan as he gave a distressed sigh and rubbed his temples.
"I'm sorry Gohan-san. I thought that you and Videl deserved to know. I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I'm afraid for her." Bra said, bowing her head slightly.
"Its ok Bra-chan, sweetie. Why don't you go home and we'll call you later." Videl said, hugging the worried teen.
Bra left, knowing that they would help, or at lest talk to Pan. They were her parents after all. She only hoped that Pan would realize that she had a problem.
"Before something serious happens." Bra said to herself as she speed off in her cherry red convertible.
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Tears ran down Pan's face as she pried the bloodied jeans from her body and let them drop to the ground. There was blood on her leg and not to mention all over her underwear. Mike had gone WAY too far. Her sex hurt so much it was unbearable. It throbbed as it bleed, and felt as if a huge rock was being shoved into it! He had raped her. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. She hadn't exactly known it, but she started to bleed when he was still fucking her. He didn't stop…He wouldn't stop.
And then when she tried to get him off of her, she was too damn weak; As weak as a human girl. She didn't even feel like she had any kind of saiyajin blood.
"Damnit!" She rasped as she pounded her hand onto the dresser.
She shook her head, her tears immediately stopping. She couldn't take the pain anymore, it hurt too damn much. She reaches over to the Gucci purse she had set down on the corner of her dresser. Reaching in, she pulled out the baggie of pills and the rest of the weed she had left. Opening the baggie, she dropped the 9 pink pills into her palm.
She knew she shouldn't do what she was about to do, but this was the only way that the ache between her legs would go away. With a deep breath, she threw her head back and downed all the pills at once. She gasped, taking a breath and shaking her head. She spent at least an hour smoking the rest of the weed she had. She was feeling it, the feeling you got when you were about to pass out. But to her it was a natural thing; she always felt the way she did now.
"Yeees." She slurred, smiling happily.
It was 30 minutes later that she finally opened her window to let the smoke bellow out of her room. She sighed, thanking Dende that the drugs had numbed the pounding pain in her sex. Stripping out of the rest of her cloths, she walked into the bathroom, stumbling over her feet at the door. She shut and locked it behind her.
"A shower." She smiled sheepishly, breaking out in a fit of giggles as she walked over to the tub.
"We've messed up, Gohan." Videl said, hearing the shower turn on as she set a cup of coffee infront of her husband.
He sighed heavily, looking down into the coffee cup, "But I don't understand. Why didn't she talk to us?"
"We never gave her any reason to talk. We're always busy with work." Videl said, sighing sadly.
"It's because dad's gone. It had a lot of effect on everyone." Gohan said.
It was the only reason to explain Pan's attitude; that and the fact that Trunks now lived in London for the Capsule Corp. She had totally changed over the years, becoming rude and disrespectful towards her parents. She dressed in totally revealing outfits, skipped school and came home late. Now they had found out she did drugs, and probably had sex too (Oh if only they knew how right they were).
"Well we need—" Gohan said, but stopped short when he head a loud thump come from the ceiling.
Videl paused, listening to see if the shower would cut off soon, but it never did. She looked panicky at her mate. Why was the shower still running? Why was Pan still in the shower, even after an hour? Gohan's instincts were screaming at him. Telling him that his off spring was in danger. So without a second word, Gohan stood up and walked up the steps to Pan's room.
He didn't hesitate by knocking; he just walked into the room to find that it was empty. Then she was still in the bathroom. Walking over, he stopped at the bathroom door and tried to turn the silver handle. Locked.
"Pan? Are you all right sweet heart?" He asked, knocking on the door.
No reply.
"Pan?" He called again, his voice raising.
Still no reply. Why wasn't she answering; surely she would have told him to piss off by now.
"Pan!" He yelled, his voice frantic now, holding the door handle as he kicked it in.
The door snapped off the hinges and would have fell to the floor, had he not have a hold of it. He placed it to the side and walked over to the shower curtain.
"Pan?" He asked again, reaching up and slowly pulling the shower curtain back.
He stared down in shock. There she lay on her side, her head laying limp on the bottom of the tub. He could see the blood as it ran in a thick stream from under her, down the drain. He bent down and noticed she was shaking. But his real question was where was all this blood coming from? Turning off the running shower, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom. Stopping briefly, her wrapped her in the quilt from her bed and ran down the steps with her cradled in his arms.
"Videl, I have to get Pan to the hospital. Call mom and tell her to meet us there." Gohan said, turning and rushing out the door.
Videl's hand trembled as she picked up the cordless phone. She didn't want to think about it, but she knew for sure…Pan had over dosed. He didn't had to be smart to be able to tell that. If only she had been there when she needed her most, Pan would have never picked up any type of drug and she wouldn't be in so much danger now. As Chi Chi's voice came over the phone, Videl could only hope that Gohan would reach the hospital quick enough to save their daughters life.
"H-hello mom." Videl's voice quaked as tears began to slip down her face.
"Videl? What's wrong dear?" Chi Chi asked, noting the tone of her daughter-in-law's voice.
"Mom," Videl said, no longer being able to stop the tears from flowing, "Pan over dosed. Please…we've got to get to the hospital."
A/N: Yes everyone! I brought this story back because I was in love with it and when it was still posted on my other s/n everyone who reviewed it loved it. And...plus my brother took my other two stories with him when he moved out. BUT! I will take it down if it causes me to loose my whole s/n. I hope you guys like it too, this is the only chapter that will have sexual content in it so PLEASE do not judge it or turn me in or something. I really love all the reviews you guys leave me and I hope you like it too.
Ja'Ne!
-Panny