A Broken Life, A Broken Family
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My hand fisted around the cell phone tightly in anger. How could he!? I fucked up! I thought angrily as I turned back to the bed where Trunks lay, and threw the phone at the headboard over his head; as hard as I could manage.
The phone shattered, showering the remains over his body. His eyes flew open, and jerked up in a sitting position looking around in alarm. His gaze finally landed on me, and gaped at me in confusion.
"You fucking ass whole, that was your friend on the phone asking me if you've fucked me yet," I snarled at him, tugging his pants from the floor and pulling them on. "She said you're a son of a bitch for sleeping with me too 'early' in your little plan to take the Son's corporation."
Trunks gazed at me trying to comprehend what I've just told him, and stood up when finally it all dawned on him.
"I don't want your corporation, I never have. I want you to be with me, nothing more is that so hard to believe?" he asked me appearing hurt. My face scrunched up with so much pain I turned away from him. When I turned back to him he had stood from the bed and moved closer to me naked. I took a step back and had replacing all the hurt with hate.
Funny how you could love someone one day and hate them the next.
"If you ever come near my family, or me I swear to the gods I will hurt you in more ways than one," I snarled picking up his shirt from last night and slipping it on quickly eager to cover myself from his gaze. I felt dirty and used, like a whore.
Trunks took a step towards me once I had the shirt on, and tried to reach for me. I slapped his hand hard away from me, and stepped farther away from him, and nearer to the bedroom door.
"Please Pan, it's all a big misunderstanding, I don't want your corporation or your money I never have," he lied getting desperate. He looked panicked, and that was all it took to confirm everything revealed over the phone call.
"Liar!" I snarled balling my hands into fist. "You have lied all this time, trying to get my confidence and affection so I would be easy to manipulate... well you managed to fuck me, but I won't make the same mistake twice, stay the hell away from me," I didn't know when exactly I started screaming at him, but I had, and without a second glance his way I was gone out the door, and out of the hotel as fast as my legs could move me.
All the while I didn't notice the huge tears going down my cheek, neck and into his shirt.
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I found Trunks' wallet, and some money in his pants pocket a little after I'd left the hotel. I would give it to him when I am ready to see him again. Till then I'll put it away, and call Goten.
Yeah I'm going to call Goten and tell him what I've done. Sounds brave, huh? No it's not. Instead of going back home and telling him in person I'm going to call. I couldn't face him, not like this. I felt dirty, and was dressed in the son of a bitch's clothes.
I called home from a pay phone in a gasoline station. On the 3rd ring Goten himself answered.
"Hello?" he asked anxiously into the phone, when I didn't answer for a while he figured it was me, "Pan?" I had been secretly hoping he wouldn't have answered after all it was 6 in the morning. I had walked the last hour in a half.
"Yes uncle it's me," I said trying to keep my voice from breaking. He was still worried about me after he found Trunks and me last night. "I... I fucked up uncle," my voice cracked and saluted myself for my choice of words. I wanted to get my confession over with, no bullshit.
"Pan are you alright? Tell me where you are, I'll come pick you up," he sounded truly concern I didn't say anything for a while, "please Pan tell me where you are so I can help you."
"I fucked up Goten, I fucked up and let him use me...I fucked up and let him fuck me yesterday after I ran. He found me, and I fucked up," I was sobbing now; I opened the gates that I had been so determined to keep close once I noticed I had started crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Goten."
There was a long silence over the phone where I could only hear his breathing. After what seemed like an eternity he asked me again, "where are you Panny?" I began to sob harder, and after a few tries I managed to instruct him which gas station I was located in. "Stay their Panny, I'll pick you in 5 minutes, okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I nodded not caring he couldn't see me. We hung up. I found a bench I could sit on, and waited for Goten crying softly. People passed by me as if I weren't even there, and I was grateful for that. I provably looked like a bum because of the oversized clothes I wore, was I that small?
Goten arrived in less than 4 minutes, stopping with his car in front of my bench, and walking around his car to get to me. I stood and in one swift motion he enveloped me in his arms, and hugged me. I tried hard not to cry, but when he was about to pull away my arms grasped them, and kept him in the hug. I didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. Not yet.
"Pan its okay, I won't let him hurt you anymore," he said soothingly hugging me back, and making me feel safe. Funny thing is, I've never felt safe in anyone's arms, but his, and that bastard's. Shows how powerful the brain could be when you need someone. I wouldn't do the same mistake with Trunks. Hell no!
"Take me home, I wan to go home and sleep," I whispered losing the battle against flesh tears. With that he helped me in the car, and took me home. He hadn't lashed out at me, or asked me where Trunks was, or questioned my attire. He had held me, comforted me, and took me home. So this was family.
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Trunks POV...
I stood in the hotel room after she ran out. How did she find out my plans?I sat on the bed not bothering to run after her. What for? She knew, and truly I can't think of a good enough lie to cover up the 'misunderstanding,' but how did she find out!
"All that work, planning gone to the rut," I snarled angrily tossing a near by pillow across the room. I tossed my back onto the bed growling in frustration. I was so close, so fucking close. I lay their for a while until I heard the hotel phone ring next to my head on the side dresser.
"What?" I asked angrily once I found the phone on the floor.
"Why you hang up on me, you idiot!" Bra demanded from the other side of the phone.
"Right now is not the time Bra, I didn't hang up on you yesterday; I said bye," I said rolling my eyes, sitting up on the mattress.
"Yeah you did, a few minutes ago! Bastard don't try lie to me," she screamed. I didn't have time for this, what was her problem. I froze when I realized what she just said.
"Bra I didn't talk to you a few minutes ago, I was asleep," I said softly figuring out how Pan knew.
"Then who did, someone answered-"she seemed to be thinking because there was a long silence before she screamed over the phone again. "Trunks tell me it wasn't the Son girl who picked up," she sounded panicked. I laughed, she was the one telling not to fuck up, and she was the one who revealed our secret.
"Afraid so," I said amazed by the irony of the situation. "What did you tell her? She was pissed off, and ran out... Bra she won't be coming back any time soon," I said feeling a little sorry for not having her anymore, I would get her back for more fucks. True she was hot and every man's dream, but a little too smart for my liking. But the fuck yesterday was the best I had so far.
"Why do you sound so calm? We lost our only chance of getting the corporation, what do we do now?" she asked.
"Don't worry Bra, she isn't the only one we can trick into selling their company... Lets do what we should have done in the beginning..." I paused practically hearing her curiosity.
"And what would that be?" she demanded after a few seconds of silence.
"Buy other big companies, we were so focused in getting the Son corp. we haven't bothered buying others yet; with other rivaling companies we'll have Son Corp soon. Until I'm positive our winnings are greater than there's I'll figure out a way to get the company." I said smiling to myself for coming out with the plan in seconds.
"Doing that will make our mother angry, she doesn't want us to let anyone believe we need the help of companies lower than the Son's or our," Bra said trying to discourage my idea.
"Come on Bra, I'm not going to form partnerships with the companies, I'm going to buy the damn company. Now that Pan found out our little plot I can't think of anything more to do, I'll take any suggestions," I said exasperated. I stood from the bed, and grabbed the hotel's robes. Pan had taken my clothes. Shit my wallet was in my pants.
"Okay but let me tell our mother about this, maybe she'll have other suggestions," Bra said not sounding angry with me any longer. Of course she couldn't blame me for Pan leaving, since she was the one who exposed our plot.
"All right, bye," I said hanging up, and grabbing my keys. I walked out of the Hotel, thinking I would soon have Pan Son body. I never thought what would happen to me once I did. I should have.
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Normal POV
4 weeks later
Pan woke up drenched in sweat for the 7th time in the last four weeks. She sat up on her king sized bed, and looked around her apartment condo. Pan moved to the side of her bed, and stood up. She had had another nightmare, just like the others.
In the dreams she relived what had happened between Trunks and herself, before the she found out what he wanted her for. Every detail, over and over. It was a painful memory but as the days pass the details become fainter.
Pan ran to the bathroom having felt a wave of dizziness, as her late night dinner ran up her throat. Pan had become sick from lack of food, and building of stress. She thought nothing of it; after all she was too busy to bother with anything that she believed was nothing at all.
Since Goten had taken her home, she started her studies in the business, and cancelled the meeting in which she was suppose to be introduced to the world as the new leader of Son corp. It wasn't that Goten said Pan couldn't have the company after what happened, but on the contrary she had asked him to send her away for a while so she could study business some where that wasn't there. Goten agreed, and here Pan was in Paris, France.
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Pan POV
I took a quick shower after I finished draining my guts out. I had a class at 6 in the afternoon, so I had the whole morning and part of the afternoon free. What to do?
I got out of the shower, and dressed quickly. It was refreshing to live on my own again. Even better yet I was living alone in a foreign country, near people that can't judge me because... well they don't know anything about me. And that in my case is good.
I walked out of my hotel sweet, down the elevator, and out into the crowded streets. The country was really a beautiful place to live in. I walked to the nearest breakfast place, planning to have waffles, and eggs. I had problems ordering in the French restaurants.
"Can you get me this?" I asked the waiter for the 5th time pointing at the eggs, and waffles. He didn't seem to understand. "This, this I want to buy this to eat," I said doing hand motion over my stomach to show what I wanted. He looked at me like if I was crazy, so I literally threw my hands up in frustration.
"Need help?" a masculine voice asked. I looked up to the voice and I think I forgot to breath for a moment. He was gorgeous, handsome! He matched Trunks' look even or better. I frown when I realized that thought; I shouldn't compare a gentleman to Trunks.
"Yes please," I exhaled out smiling up at him.
He turned to the waiter, and repeated my order in perfect French. He finally turned back to me and smiled charmingly. He was about 6'1; brown fashionably long hair, and perfect chocolate brown eyes. His skin looked tanned, but somehow I knew it was his natural skin color.
"Thank you," I smiled standing and offered my hand, "My name's Pan Son."
He bent down a little taking my hand and kissing the top. "Nice to meet you Pan, my name is Beauregard Ambler, but you may calls me Beau, if you like."
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. "Are you expecting company?" I asked looking up and meeting his eyes.
He nodded, "Yes Julie, my friend was suppose to be here an hour ago, but it seems she won't be here any time soon," he stated looking at the entrance of the restaurant, shaking his head.
Damn he has a 'friend.' I kicked myself for the thought, I shouldn't be trying to pick up on guys or be disappointed they are taken. Why not? Because of what happened with Trunks. He isn't Trunks. True very true.
"Are you alright, you have become so serious," Beau brought me back from my argument with myself...
"Sorry, just had a thought... so are you going or would you like to join me?" I offered, realizing for the first time he never let go of my hand. His hand had mine in a firm comforting grip, only a man has.
"I would love to join you ma dame," he said finally realizing he still had my hand and let go with an embarrassed smile. I returned that smile with blushing cheeks.
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Beau and I talked hours after we finished our breakfast. He talked perfect English; most people that had English for a second language had at least an accent. I found out he is the owner of the second best selling technology company in the world, Ambler Corp. Capsule Corp. was in the lead now... Son Corp was more of a fashion company a clue why Goten disliked the to work in the office. I surprised myself when I told him about Son Corp., and my family, and what had happened to me that landed me in Paris. He was a good listener, and gave advice.
He told me about his old love, who turned out to be the Julie girl he had mentioned. She had cheated on him, and left him a year ago. Today they were supposed to meet because she had called him out of nowhere.
"So let me get this straight," I said not understanding why would he meet, someone who cause his pain again. "She cheated on you, left you, and after a year she pops out of no where and tells you to meet her here, no explanation?" I asked, he nodded. "Sweet Jesus, why?"
"I wanted to make sure I felt nothing for her... I know I sound like a romantic, but I wanted to know, guess she ran off again." He shrugged indifferently. "It is good I came here anyway."
"Why's that?" I asked taking a sip of my soda.
"Because I met you, ma petite," he stated matter-a-factly. I blushed a little smiling wider.
"You're a flirt," I laughed shaking my head. He had made it obvious to me that he was interested all throughout breakfast, making me laugh a lot. I was flattered to say the least.
"Only when I'm with the right person," he winked smiling a little boy's smile. He sobered up after a few minutes, and looked at his wristwatch. "I have to go, I am late for work, time passes quickly when we're having fun," I nodded feeling a little sad he had to leave so soon.
"Alright, hopefully we cross paths again some time soon," we both stood, as he was getting his things. He stopped and looked at me. Then shook his head frowning.
"If we ever cross paths you'll be dating someone, or worse," he pouted, making me smile.
"What do you suggest we do about that?" I asked looking up at him; he was about half a foot taller than I was.
"Meet much sooner, and purposely," he stated smiling hopefully.
"Are you asking for a date?" I asked.
"Maybe, would you accept?" he asked coming nearer to me so he was standing a step away from me.
"Yeah, if you said please," I smiled brightly.
"Please," he whispered in my ear and giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I gave him my apartment address, and my number. He game me his cell phone number, and said he would pick me up for our date on Saturday night at 7pm for musicals. I was excited.
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Goten called Saturday morning to check up on me, I picked up the phone after the daily toilet vomiting I really needed to relax...
"Hey Pan, how's it going?" Goten asked cheerful over the phone.
"I'm good, how's everything with everyone?" I asked smiling softly. He always called out of nowhere to check up on me.
"Good, good we all miss you..." he stopped talking sounding almost hesitant about what he was going to say next. "Is it true you met with Beauregard Ambler of Ambler Corp.?" he finally asked provably afraid I'll get mad or something.
"Yeah, we have a date for tonight," I admitted not continuing, he provably had expected me to, but oh well he'll have to ask. The silence stretched on for a few minutes until he finally broke it.
"He's a good guy," he finally said. I was stunned.
"How did you know anyway?" I asked.
"He's one of the top 5 most handsome bachelors in high business, he was seen talking to a young American raven haired girl in a small restaurant. They don't know who you are yet, but they took pictures," he explained.
"So you saw me on the newspaper?" I asked.
"No, a magazine," he laughed. I joined in. We let the laughter fade, and went into comfortable silence. I realized for the first time that Trunks would definitely find out, that thought brought a smile to my face.
"I never knew you were interested in bachelor magazines, Goten," I teased.
"I'm on it, just making sure they didn't put anything I didn't approve of, or completely false," he sounded embarrassed, which made me laugh. After a comfortable silence Goten finally spoke again. "Have a good time on your date Panny."
"I will, uncle."
"Bye, Pan."
"Bye, Goten." I hung up the phone.
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"You look wonderful Pan," Beau whispered to me for the third time, during dinner. I pulled my head back and laughed. We had only planned to go to a musical, but it seemed to little, and ended to quick so Beau invited me to dinner.
"Thank you Beau..."I was interrupted by some commotion at the entrance of the restaurant. The waiters and waitresses were trying to close the door shut to keep people from coming in. "Seems the media finally found out who I was," I commented shaking my head and looking at Beau, I had told him about my uncle's little phone call, "want to go?" I asked.
"Sure," he said standing up. He was wearing a black tux, complete with tails. A white vest with minute black dots bordered the gleaming whiteness of his shirt. The collar was high and stiff, with a cravat of soft black cloth tied around it and tucked into the vest as if ties had never been invented. The stickpin in his vest was made of silver-and-black onyx. His shoes had spats on them, like the ones Fred Astaire used to wear, though I suspected the entire outfit was of a much older style.
His hair was fashionably long, the nearly brown curls edging the white collar. He looked handsome dressed in such classic fashion. I wasn't so far behind though; for once I was happy I was wearing a formal dress.
It was a black spaghetti-strap formal with slits so high on either side, I'd had to make sure that the hose were a matching off black, and the underwear was lacy and black. I knew myself well enough that when I put the dress on I would forget and flash the undies.
I'd actually found a strapless bra that matched the clack panties, so once I took off the dress, I was wearing lingerie. The shoes were higher heels than I'd normally accept, but it was either that or hem the dress. Since I refuse to sew, heels it was.
I was getting pretty good at make-up, eye shadow, blusher, lipstick. Everything matched me perfectly, if I may say so myself. I decided to have my black hair up in a fancy hairdo. With my hair out of my face my back was bare as my face showing off my natural tan skin color. My high cheekbones, and full lips just added to my whole outfit, and made me look sophisticated, and elegant.
We walked out the restaurant without being notice going out the emergency door. We found his car in the parking lot surrounded by more media.
"I guess the reporters won't let us leave until they get an exclusive," Beau commented shaking his head, frowning.
"Lets walk," I said turning away from the parking lot walking towards the sidewalk.
"Why walk if we can call a cab?" Beau asked catching up with me easily.
"Why waste money when my place is only a few blocks away?" Pan shrugged walking quickly down the street.
"Why answer a question with a question?" he followed close behind me, laying an arm around my shoulder. I unconsciously leaned in closer to his warmth.
"Why not?" I questioned smiling when he laughed.
We kept talking as we neared my place. The streets outside my place were isolated, no one was out and that gave me the creeps.
"Nice neighborhood," commented Beau tightening his hold on my shoulders with his arm.
"At day mostly, its too quiet at night," I said.
"You're a city girl?" he asked smirking.
"Yeah sadly," I blushed in the dark. Good thing to, he couldn't see it.
"Pan?" Beau asked realizing my shoulders, and pulling me behind him.
"What's wrong?" I asked alarmed looking around. My apartment building was only a house away.
"There is a guy outside your apartment building, just standing there," he whispered walking forward with me close behind.
The man when I looked at him seemed about the same height and body structure as Beau. I couldn't see the features because he was partially covered by shadows. As we walked by the guy, he turned to me and stepped out of the shadows.
I gasped and stepped away and onto the street. Trunks stood in front of me. He looked me up and down taking in my dress, scowling deeply.
"Pan?" he asked taking a step forward. I stepped back, and Beau stood in his way.
"Mr. Briefs, may I ask what do you want?" he asked politely but I could tell he was angry.
"I want to speak with Ms. Son, not that it's any concern to you," Trunks snapped at Beau.
"I don't have anything to say to you, Mr. Briefs I said what I needed to say last time we talked," I stated sounding indifferent to my surprise.
"But I have something to say to you Pan," he retorted sounding angry. I laughed and the sound sounded cruel even to me. He had no right to be angry, or tell me he has to say something.
"Mr. Briefs do not call me by my first name, you lost that privilege, and as for you wanting to tell me something I don't want to hear it," I smirked walking just behind Beau, and taking his arm with both my arms, pulling him to the apartment building entrance. "If you excuse us, Mr. Briefs we are heading up," I said walking away from him without a backward glance.
"Pan I... I love you," Trunks called after me, making me stop in my tracks. I began to shake with rage.
"Too late Mr. Briefs, way too late," I said trying to control my rage.
"So Mr. Beauregard Ambler is your new lover?" Trunks spat disgusted.
"Jealous?" Beau asked angrily.
"Come on Beau," I said walking in the building. He didn't follow me.
"Yeah I am, " Trunks said.
I looked at him strangely. What the hell was he jealous about! Beau and I have never done it before.
"You should be, especially since you're never getting a second dose of it," Beau mocked, bating Trunks on purpose. He was smirking now. This I could maybe enjoy, revenge always did taste sweet.
"You really slept with 'him,' Pan?" he emphasized him as something disgusting, and tore his eyes from Beau to me.
I felt myself smile cruelly, "yeah it's true, what of it..." I asked raising an eyebrow in amusement. I was actually enjoying myself as I watched him fight with his anger. His fist clenched and unclenched, and his face became almost unreadable, except for the anger. "I don't belong to you Mr. Briefs," I stated carelessly sounding amused, and pleased.
"Damn bitch," was all he could say before Beau punched him in the jaw, sending him reeling to the floor. I began walking back towards them dropping my coat, and feeling my dress open from both side and exposing my legs.
Trunks sat up ready to jump Beau when I stood in front of him. He was still on the ground looking up at me with a bloody lip. He wiped his lip with his shirtsleeve, pushing himself off the ground and dusting off his pants; he had the nerve to turn to me and smile.
"Why are you here Mr. Briefs," I asked standing my ground, he was standing close enough I could smell his after-shave. I wanted to step back badly, but didn't want to look weak.
"I wanted to make you a deal," he said looking over my head to Beau, who I felt coming just behind me. Great if either of them swung at each other I was going to be in the middle of it.
"What type of deal? Business or Pleasure?" I asked smiling, because I've heard that line on TV somewhere.
"Both," that made my eyes narrow into slits, and stare at him suspiciously.
"I don't want anything from you, Mr. Briefs, but I am curious to know what you would want so bad as to travel all this way just to see me," I stated tired.
"I own 1/4 of Son Corp., "he paused smiling wider when he saw my eyes widen considerately.
"How?" I asked feeling breathless. Goten would never sell him any part of the Corp.
"I bought one of their partner corporation," he stated as if it is the simplest thing in the world.
"Why travel all the way to France to see me, you should tell this to Goten... does he know?" I asked feeling myself shake with disbelief; Beau slid an arm around my waist and pulled me farther away from Trunks, and against his chest.
Jealousy passed quickly through Trunks' eyes, before he closed them down void of emotion, other than humor. "Oh he knows, he tried to buy the corporation before the owner sold it to me, but he was too late when his call found his partner."
"So what do you want from me?" I asked again crossing my arms over Beau's arm around my stomach.
"Make him let you go, and stand somewhere in the middle of the street or something, before I tell you," Trunks said. I sighed trying to get closer to Beau.
"Alright," I said feeling defeated. Turning in Beau's arms, and trying to pull away, he held me firmly pulling me closer arms around my back now. He leaned down, and I had to love 'em when he didn't kiss me on the lips just to keep our act of lovers. He kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear that he would be in the building entrance.
Once Beau was out of sight into the building of my apartment I turned back to Trunks raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"I'm willing to give you back the part of the company if..."he paused teasing me in a way.
"If what," I asked annoyance written all over my face. He laughed enjoying himself.
"If you and I..." motioning us with his hand, "have a sex only relationship for 2 months..."
Author Notes: OMG no way!!!! What should Pan do!? Review soon.
Author Notes: Sorry I couldn't update faster, but I barely got back in school, and have a fight coming up, so I haven't had that much time. Sorry if my lack of editing causes some confusion..ï