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Naked Tears
By Kelandra Surisha
This was her life now. Nothing to what she had expected, she had wanted to do anything with her life but this. She was an unpaid prostitute working in one of the most prestigious companies in the world for one of the wealthiest bachelors in the world.
She shuddered at the thought. Nothing more than a prostitute with saiyan blood. She shook her head again, shifting onto her back unruly, rubbing her eyes with her palms as the sunlight pooled further across the bedspread towards her. Grimily and agitated she pushed over to the edge of the bed, reaching for the blinds to close them completely, one thing Trunks never remembered to do when he was in her apartment.
But before she could fingers wrapped themselves around the cord and pulled it, opening the blinds completely, causing Pan to gasp in surprise and shut her eyes tightly, half out of fear that if she opened them she would see him, the lust in his eyes, and feel his ravishing hand on her body.
"Nice to see you're finally awake," came the peppy voice of her best friend, her soft blue locks shacking as she laughed.
"Bra what are you doing here?" Pan hissed as she swung her legs over the side of her bed. She sighed heavily, relieved it wasn't Trunks, but it was nearly as bad. She knew Bra would throw a million questions at her as to where she'd been for the last week and as much as Pan wished she could tell her the truth something in her core told her she couldn't.
"Where'd you go?" Bra hissed back, ignoring her friend's question.
Pan rubbed her eyes in her palms again and pushed herself out of bed.
"To that stupid convention in Tijuana with your brother, his personal assistant quit and he needed someone to go with him," she answered almost automatically. She had become amazing at lying to cover herself up, this time she had a decent excuse. Her father was beginning to get suspicious that she was coming home from training by herself for a week and there was no change in her at all.
"Yes because after all saiyans can never take care of themselves," Bra retorted crossing her arms.
Pan shrugged. "You know your brother, he can survive the greatest physical threats in the world but when it comes to battlefield conferences he chickens out,"
Bra laughed lightly, her eyes suddenly focusing on the mark on Pan's lip. Her mood changed immediately, looking down at her bruised lip, which was peculiar for Pan because she hardly ever got hit in the face when she sparred. She was fast, faster than Trunks, and although weaker over all she had speed that could put even Vegeta to shame. Besides, Trunks never hit her face, he wished for his employees to look amazing and when one of his receptionists and now personal assistant walks in with a bloodied jaw or bruised lip then it would reflect badly upon Capsule Corps.
"What happened?" Bra barked.
Pan shrugged again and took to her feet. "Sparring," she stated simply.
"Really?" Bra said, raising her eyebrow. "Trunks wouldn't hit your face even if he could catch you,"
Pan smirked. "Ya but after I scared off all the girls he was trying to pick up at the bar on Saturday night he wasn't too pleased."
Bra looked questioningly back at Pan but shrugged it off for the moment leading her out of the small bedroom into the small hallway leading to the living room. "Get dressed, Mom's having a BBQ today and you and Trunks were too stupid not to be around to get my message about it,"
Pan sighed and turned away from Bra and back into her bedroom, grabbing at a pair of tight black jeans and an orange tank top.
"But anyways seriously Pan you should bug my brother for more money, this place is impossibly small," Bra went on with her inane chatter; giggling as she told her about the guys she'd met over the weekend.
Pan sighed heavily as she exited the small bedroom and entered in the washroom on the left hand side to have a shower. Bra merely sighed and grumbled about them having showers at Capsule Corps.
Pan sighed in relief as she entered the shower. She closed her eyes, the hot water pooling over her body, stinging her as it pooled and danced over the bruises on her body. She released a soft groan as the water danced over a dark black bruise on her hip where Trunks had grabbed her in a fit of passion, throwing her halfway across the room and onto the large king sized bed. He had also made it a habit half the time to grip her by her hips when making love, roughly as though any decency within him fled his body as he ravished her.
Pan jumped slightly as she backed into the warm glass of the shower. She reached back, rubbing her fingers over the glass as though to insure that she was truly leaning against it. When Trunks lusted for her she couldn't escape him, the shower became a place of sex, not love making, but sex. It didn't surprise her some days to find him enter when she was having a shower and take her to satisfy his lust. The worst of it all was that she never had any idea when it would happen.
Paranoia was an ugly ally, readying her for the worst, scaring her to the core.
This is what she had become, a woman who couldn't even shower without glancing over her shoulder.
Son Pan was being destroyed, slowly, and there wasn't anything she could do.
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As Pan entered into the large backyard of Capsule Corps her heart sank. Across from her at the refreshment table stood the same lavender haired man that plagued her dreams as a nightmare. His smile never ceased and his long lavender hair shook with laughter as Pan's uncle Goten told him and Marron about another disastrous date of his the night before.
Bra smiled brightly and tugged at the wide sleeve of Pan's wide unzipped hooded sweatshirt.
"I still don't know why you wore that," Bra retorted as she looked distastefully at the black sweatshirt. The heat that scorched over them seemed almost unbearable for the young beauty queen in her tiny tank top but for Pan her sweatshirt seemed the only salvation. Her arms were covered with the tiny welts his fingers had left as he had ravished her body; her neck was still covered with the tiny bite marks turned to scars.
"Fashion," Pan stated simply as she allowed Bra to tug her further towards the refreshment table.
"Fashion?" Bra asked quizzically. "Since when did you care?"
Pan shrugged. "I don't, I just want to be anti-you,"
Bra turned sharply, hands on hips to stare down Pan. Her eyes narrowed and Pan stared back, equally as cynical before a soft friendly voice seemed to disturb them from their silent war.
"Nice to see you again Pan," Trunks said softly, waving slightly.
Pan smiled. "Yes, after all, thirteen hours is a long time," her voice dripped sarcasm.
"Well for you Miss Son, I'm surprised you can tell how long it's been,"
"Hey, at least I don't have to higher a girl like me to ensure my life is kept in order,"
"To tell you the truth I pay you for your legs," Trunks spat out winking.
"I'm not surprised since I'm the most action you got on our trip,"
Bra's face brightened and forgot her impending silent duel with Pan and turned to look at her brother.
"Was that flirting I just heard?"
Trunks shrugged and Goten went beet red. "It better not have been or Gohan will kill me,"
Pan laughed lightly, her thoughts dwelling on the truth. Gohan…her father. What would he say if he knew?
Forcefully Pan placed the thought out of her mind as Marron giggled at Goten's beet red face.
"Anyways Pan, how's school going these days?"
Pan glanced up at Marron as she smiled.
"Ummm…busy I guess," Pan said flatly. "Taking night classes at the moment because Trunks wont let me have a day off every once and a while."
Marron raised an eyebrow and Bra glanced over her shoulder at Pan. "I'm surprised your still at school, after all, you spend half your time out of the country,"
Trunks frowned and stepped towards Pan, pulling her away from the others. "Speaking of out of the country we have to talk,"
Pan looked up into Trunks' eyes for a moment, catching a glimpse of lust covered by severity. Pan nodded and waved goodbye fruitlessly as Trunks led her towards Capsule Corps. He led her into the house and towards the living room, roughly pushing her up against the wall.
"You shouldn't wear this," Trunks hissed gripping her tank top roughly. "What if they noticed?"
Pan sighed. "I'm wearing a sweater,"
Trunks roughly forced her against the wall again, crushing her lips with his.
"Which is another less than brilliant idea Pan, you don't want your father to know do you?" Trunks hissed again, sending shivers over her body as Trunks rubbed his hands across her shirt and forced them underneath her tight orange tank top up to her breasts. He forced trailing kisses across her face and down her neck, nibbling and biting at the small scars along her neck.
"They wont notice this way," she whispered, encircling her fingers amongst his hair.
"Don't be stupid!"
Pan sighed as her rubbed his hands over her breasts, his erection beginning to beat against her leg.
"Humph," came a strong masculine voice from the kitchen as the sliding glass door was slammed shut, "stupid woman,"
Pan gasped quietly as Trunks forced himself away from her as his father rounded the corner. He glanced at the two of them momentarily.
"What the hell are you two doing in here?"
Trunks glared at his father. "Discussing work,"
Vegeta glared back. "So that's why there was an increase of ki?"
"Discussing can mean fighting,"
Vegeta grumbled beneath his breath before turning to head back outside. "You two had better get the hell back out there. Kakorotto's brat nearly blew a gasket when he felt his brat's ki go up like that and yours too,"
Trunks hazard a glance at Pan before nodding and watched Vegeta head outside.
Then as suddenly as he had stopped Trunks returned his attention to Pan, kissing her harshly before pushing her away again. "Good job," he hissed. "You nearly blew everything!"
Pan sighed and nodded, looking at her feat. "Sorry," she mumbled slightly.
"You'd better be, or you'll find yourself jobless, homeless, and without that education you keep lying about your nothing but a hooker on the street corner,"
Pan nodded as Trunks grunted, kissed her again and headed back outside.
Pan felt her knees shake and give way. Tumbling to the floor she lowered her head back onto her hands. Softly, ensuring that her ki remained the same, the cried, feeling her entire body crumble beneath the sweat and tears. There was nothing, nothing but sweat and tears to remind her of what she was. Half the time she didn't feel, the only thing she could feel was his touch and the sweat and the tears.
This wouldn't end, couldn't end. Not without him releasing her.
Each day she grew weaker, each day she grew number. Each day the came to realize the truth, the truth of everything and as she sat there, unable to move, unable to even feel or taste the salty tears that stained her cheeks, she grasped it even more.
Son Pan was dying.
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End of Chapter Two
Well that's it. Hope you enjoyed. Expect more soon.
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-Kelandra Surisha
