Hello everyone. Welcome to Chapter Four of Naked Tears. Sorry its sooooooooo late, school has proven to be more of a hassle than I'd expected. But here it is! Chapter Four! Short and sweet and probably the most important one so far.

Anyways I thought I'd answer the reviews I got from last chapter so people realize I do really appreciate all of their comments. I have answered them all at the bottom of the chapter.

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS "R" FOR A REASON PEOPLE! This chapter is a strong R.

Anyways I don't own DBZ/GT bleh bleh bleh. Now…ON WITH THE STORY!


Naked Tears

By Kelandra Surisha

Chapter Four


Son Pan bit her lip nervously, looking down from her reflection in the mirror.

The bruises---too many bruises.

Slowly she pushed herself away from the mirror, pulling open the medicine cabinet door and pulling out a bottle of aspirin. Popping a few of the pills she swallowed hard and slammed them back onto the shelf before turning back towards the kitchen and taking a seat at the table.

Slowly she went over the plan again in her mind, carefully calculating the knowledge Vegeta had given her just a day before. She knew this was her only chance, for all she knew, Trunks might not call on her again for a while.

Sighing heavily she drew a pen towards her from across the table and on the small note pad in front of her began to write.

Trunks,

I thought you might want to meet tonight at my apartment. It's a full moon tonight and I want to help you relax after a tough week at work. I promise I'll do anything you want.

Yours,

Son Pan

Quickly she sprayed a touch of perfume onto the letter and placed it delicately inside of a small white envelope and wrote his name on it. Then, as carefully as ever, she headed to his office and gave the small envelope to his secretary.


The hours seemed to pool by painfully for Pan as she sat alone in her apartment, her tightest black dress pulling uncomfortable at her curves. It was a short simple strapless black dress with a corset sewn into the top, pulling at her waste an accentuating her breasts, but at the same time making them easy to access it he so wished. She wore her hair up in a loose ponytail at the back of her head, the strands out of her face until he should so wish to release them. She wore his favorite perfume, Beautiful Sheer by Estée Lauder. It seemed to trigger a response in him she didn't quite understand, the subtle sweet smell causing him to lose all control as he pulled at her clothes.

But still she waited for him, not even sure if he would come. But she dared not undress and put on casual clothing, even as the evening drew to a close at midnight. She didn't dare shift her body from her place on the couch, her legs straight out in front of her, her ankles crosses, but her knees slight apart, giving a small glance up her leg and towards her black thong.

This had to be perfect for him. She had to prove her worthiness as a mate. And if seduction was the only way then so be it.

As the hours drew slowly on for the rest of the world they seemed to pass with a flash for Pan as she sat alone, her plan flashing through her mind again and again, calculating how she should do what she was going to do.

This was it – her life or no life.

Her thoughts seemed to be startled suddenly as she heard the slightest sounds from across the room. She didn't dare shift herself from her pose, her arms loosely perked on the edge of one knee, her dress riding dangerously high allowing the best look at her "assets" as he liked to call them. The brassiere of the corset hung down low, showing off her breast to the point of the slightest amounts of the dark pink flesh of her nipple appearing over the top. Her makeup had been done perfectly, down to his favorite lip-gloss on her lips that could keep him at her lips for hours, just savoring the sweet fruity taste.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" came a gruff voice from across the room, dripping with anger and lust. Pan didn't meet the deep cerulean eyes that seemed to be taking in everything about her through their rage. "You almost blew everything! Do you want that?" He hissed, stocking towards her, his fists clenched.

She didn't look up, she didn't flinch, just kept her pose. She wasn't afraid, she couldn't be afraid. Not tonight, not of him.

"Well?" he spat.

Finally she turned her head slightly to look into the angry blue eyes looking into her own, but for the first time since his arrival it had occurred to Pan they didn't hold as much anger as he would have her believe. His eyes were gazing dangerously down at her cleavage, and he licked his lips slightly, savoring the sight and smell. He forced himself over her, clenching his fists around her corset.

"I shouldn't even be here," he hissed again, bringing his lips closer to hers, "because of what you've done. Sending me a secret message, how stupid." Pan could feel his breath upon her skin, his lips snarling at her from a mere few inches away. Still she didn't flinch.

"Brave tonight, aren't you?" for the second time Trunks looked up into Pan's dark black eyes. "Calling upon me, how absurd. And here I was thinking you were getting tired of me."

Pan met his gave with puzzlement.

"Hah, of course I know how this upsets you, how tired you are of me," Trunks licked his lips and stepped back. "But I'm not going to let you get away, you are mine," he snapped, "whether you are tired of me or not,"

"How…" she paused, her voice shaking slightly before taking a short but deep breath, "…could I ever get tired of you?"

Trunks laughed menacingly. "I find it amusing you say so," his eyes met hers once more before turning down to her breasts which caused Pan to inwardly relax, her tension of losing him subsiding.

"Now, I believe you asked me here for something other than speech, and your breasts are telling me the same,"

Pan fought back a blush as she realized that her breasts had come even further out of her brazier from when he had grabbed her.

Pan felt his lips brush against the subtle flesh above her brasier, ravishing with the slightest of sucks as he worked his way up her neck, feeding hungrily and nipping at her neck, swallowing hard as he bit into it just enough to draw the slightest hints of blood. Pan flushed bright red as she moaned, feeling his hands move up her body, ravishing her back and pulling at the strings, demanding access as she leaned forwards, capturing his lips in hers in a heated kiss.

Trunks bit down on his lip lightly, nibbling as she opened her mouth without hesitation. With equal enthusiasm he dove his tongue into her mouth savoring the taste of her lips gloss as he ran his tongue over her lips while entering her warm depths.

Pan wrapped her hands around his neck, encircling her fingers into his hair.

It was working.

She leaned into him, raising her body slightly as one hand continued to untie the strings on the back of her corset as one demanded access to her buttocks. Grasping her rear tightly, he pulled her up, into his arms as he toppled her onto the floor with him, the soft rug cushioning their fall slightly. Not that Trunks had noticed, to devoted to his lust to notice. Pan wrapped her legs around his thighs as he rolled ontop of her, pulling her corset away, breaking the heated battle of tongues to mentally ravish her for just a moment. Pan arched her back slightly, protruding her breasts out to him, welcoming his mouth onto her.

Trunks smirked, roughly grasping at her breasts, twisting them slightly, as Pan groaned, half through pain, half through pleasure. Arching her back more, Trunks finally let his lips challenge her breasts as he unbuttoned his collared shirt and loosened his tie. Pan ran her hands up and down his back as he released her for a moment to allow her to rip his shirt away and he returned to sucking, his lips finally finding their way to the tip of her nipples and biting to the point of nearly drawing blood.

Pan moaned, pushing her hips up against him. Trunsk could feel het wetness through her clothing and her smirked into her breasts, releasing her once again, reaching for her skirt and ripping it from her skin, ignoring the zipper to pull it down. Allowing his eyes to devour her thong he hand only had the slightly peak at when he had entered the apartment, he allowed his hands to rip at it as well, ripping it cleanly down the sides and pulling it away causing Pan to grown as the fabric was pulled harshly over her wet sex.

Trunsk licked his lips, running his fingers over her sex, teasing her, causing her to moan in anticipation.

Finally, Trunks reached down with one hand to the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and shimmying out of them while keeping his other hand preoccupied with her sex, finally deepening her wetness by entering her, pushing his fingers into her.

"Trunks…" she moaned again and again.

No more foreplay.

Trunks smirk never faded as he shoved his lips onto hers once more, feasting on them as though he had been forced to fast for weeks on end only to find a feast of delicacies before him.

Pan pushed her body down onto his awaiting erection, for the first time, bringing a groan from his lips as she forced him to the point of entering her. She smirked lightly inwardly, as he entered her, finding a slow rhythm as they begun. Pan wrapped her fingers in his purple locks once more, feeling Trunks' hands explore her breasts as he worked inside her.

Sweat met sweat, saliva mixed as tongues battled. Pan moaned loudly, pulling her lips away as she fought back her orgasim.

Not now, not yet. She couldn't let herself go over the edge.

Feelign Trunks quiver inside her, she knew he was ready for explosion. As his erection quivered inside her, he groaned loudly as she sucked on his neck, sending him to the point of orgasm as she found herself there as well.

The sinking of her teeth into his neck was the final release for Pan as she cried out his name with a mix of curses as Trunks was pushed over the edge.

Collapsing back onto the carpet, not realizing her back was still arched into him, she relaxed, feeling something inside her glow. The fear was gone.

For the first time in months, she smiled.

Inwardly, Trunks screamed. His body ached, his head spun. He could feel a stinging sensation in his neck and a slightly trickle of thick liquid seep over his neck.

He forced his eyes open as he rolled out and off of his mate. This would have been where he ravished her again with his eyes.

But all he could do was stare at the blood that trickled down her chin.

Trunks felt his eyes flare as he rubbed his hand over his neck, pulling it away to gaze down at the thick red liquid on his finger tips.

"You…what…?" his anger unable to decrease to a level to produce understandable sentences.

"Your mine," Pan smirked smugly, running her hands through her hair, propping herself up, on her elbow.

"You…you…marked me!"

Pan nodded, shifting onto her stomach.

"Get used to it,"

"I…who said I wanted to be your mate?" Trunks growled, his eyes continuing to flare.

Pan shrugged. "Then you shouldn't have marked me,"

Trunks growled something indistinguishable, forcing himself to his feet. Grabbing at his clothes her forced on his pants, hissing angrily.

"You…whore!" he snapped.

"What's wrong Trunks, unable to come to terms with the fact that you lost your toy?" Pan hissed. "You brought this upon yourself. Frankly I cared more about survival than I did about your happiness.

Something inside Pan's belly swam. She could feel her flesh tighten and nausea set in.

"You fool," Trunks hissed, "you fucking idiot, you have no idea what you have done."

"Saved myself," Pan spat, defensively.

"Instead of dooming yourself you've doomed us both, you complete and utter fool,"

Pan met his eyes challengingly.

"How so?"

Trunks turned sharply, raising his fist to strike her but feeling it fail him as he stormed out the window of the apartment.

End of Chapter Four


Okay as promised, here are my responses to the reviewers! )

Hana-maru285: I've continued. Don't worry, I was just having fun with you last chapter, I knew it was soon. ) Thanks for the second review.

Lady Anarchy: Sorry not soon enough…(. School work. Anyways, that's my favourite part in the chapter too "mark or die". Classic Vegeta. )

Korrd: thanks!

mT96: you'll see what happens to the "ass hole" next chapter. ;-).

Skaterning: thanks for the review. Sorry for the confusion, when I write the "prequel" you'll understand better.

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DBZAngelX: thanks, sorry its not "soon".

CowgirlUSA: thanks (I'm saying this a lot 'cuz I'm tired and want to get the story up).

Kittie-Nova: thanks. I'm updating ASAIC right now.

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Rei: well here it is! Thanks for the review.

I'd also like to thank those people who e-mailed me. I lost most people's e-mails when I changed computers (sorry) so I can't name you individually, but it touched me that you took the time to write me a personal e-mail.

Again thanks everyone. I'm sorry I can't write more, I don't have a lot of free time on my hands these days. I would write to you all personally if I had time but unfortunately I don't…:-(. I hope this helps people realize I do value my readers input a lot.

Anyways I'd better be off, I'm tired. I'll try to write more tomorrow. D

Kelandra Surisha