Tainted love

Disclaimer: sadly…I still don't own dbz... (Pulls snipers out of Akira toriyama's yard) lol j/p…

A/n: hey guys! Wow I think this story has caught the attention of a lot of reader' eyes, because I have gotten the most hilarious reviews on this, most good, some bad, but how I see it is that the people that did read it and didn't like it must have had some fascination because (knocks on head) hello people there is definitely a summery before you hafta read it so BUYAH! Anyways, I know you all think this story is super weird but you hafta admit, it's different which is what I was going for (smiles)

Now, for my reviewers!

Panpan: I dunno you'll will just hafta wait and see (cuz personally I'm going with the flow tee hee hee)

Mindy: yes ma'am lol

Day Dreamer006: aw thank you! (Glomp) you have probably been one of my most encouraging reviewers so your words mean a lot to me! Yes I understand it is very confusing but it'll get better I promise!

Fearful: wow I'm sorry that sounds like a personal issue? You should go see some one. Can I ask you something…is it annoying having a stick constantly up your ass?

Ice: (ice ice baby…ding ding ding ding ding ding ding) lol sry had to! Thank you though

Trupan: lol thanks! You're great!

Kousui: yay! Laura! You're sexy! Thank you for the rev.!

Anonymous: hey Shakespeare made his characters (mother/son) get married, so eat my shorts carpetmuncher!

Queenpan1295: yes I have updated! And I like weird things lmao!

Bulma blu eyes: yes I do realize the pace unfortunately…it didn't flow enough…I guess I was just excited but thank you for the help!

T/P-FAN-4ever: thank you!

Shadowdroagonbaby: thank you! I'm glad you likey!

Darkxangelz-22: ha-ha! I dunno yet, you'll hafta wait and see! Thanks for the help!

Thanks to every….almost every single one of you!

Chapter 3:

"Can you imagine us making love
The way it would feel the first time that we touch
Can you think of it the way I dream of it
I want you to see it like I'm seeing it
It's a picture of perfection
The vision of you and I"

Trunks shot up, dripping with a cold, sexually induced sweat.

He took a moment to think about his dream and why it had shaken him enough to jolt him up like it had.

A guilty blush began to form on his white cheeks as he recalled the erotic fantasy.

'what is my fucking problem,' he contemplated, 'I could have any girl I wanted, all I have to do is give them a look and they all come crawling to my feet like dogs, so why is it pan entices me so? For crying out loud she's my fucking sister!

Trunks got up and put on his black pants and a black shirt with the families royal crest sewn into the right hand breast. He then put on his boots and left his chambers, heading towards the lake that lye in back of the royal property where, he thought, the heavens met the earth.

in the castle

Pan gazed out the window as the pink and golden glow of the morning sun trickled through her spacious window, that looked out on the courtyard, and penetrated her deep, dark eyes, the same eyes that watched curiously as her older brother walked off into the foggy abyss of the first light.

She knew exactly where her stressed looking sibling was going; yes he was going to the private lake, the one he always went to when he had something on his mind.

She remembered as a child that is where the two had often went to play together, or to escape the tyrant rages of their father when he had had a bad day or when they had done something wrong.

She remembered how, at that lake, they had snuck out to it numerous nights, each with its own anecdote, its own cherish able memory.

That lake contained timeless nights of skinny-dips, manhunts, tag and hide-and-seek games. Later in the years, when the full moons came and set primitive urges free, that lake was their play ground.

Pan also remembered, and quite vividly at that, how on one of those nights, a night when the sky was lit ablaze by the haunting glow of the full moon and the royal children were basking in their burning heats how, after bra had flown off for her own mischievous tirade of the planet, trunks and pan sat at the dock, the dock that lye dormant at the shore of that very same lake he was currently striding to in all his complexities. As they sat at this dock in the glow of the moon beams that swamped their planet, they had locked eyes and in that instant, they lost all sense of knowing, all claims of good and bad, right and wrong. They had gotten closer and closer. Their breaths seemed locked as well as their eyes, even as they closed. Finally their lips touched. After a few comforting moments, their tongues had slowly parted each others lips and, at this point, sent each other over a sacred line, a line that two siblings were never to feel, never to see, never to touch, never to even be thought of. They had kissed and not just any kiss, but a long, hot, passionate kiss that lasted for many moments, a sinful kiss, that had black-marked their very beings.

Yes pan remembered that night well. She did not know if her dear brother had, but she did. How could she not? It was her first kiss and with the planets most eligible teenager. He was always the object of a woman's desire, even his 15 year old sister's. she was not terribly proud of this feeling she had held for her brother, but on that night they had shared a remarkable sin and they had paid for every sweet moment of it as their lips were suddenly torn away from each other by their fathers brutal hands, and the next day as pan was shipped off with her mother to deal with foreign affairs, not to look at any of her family members faces in five long years.

Pan blankly arose and slipped on a flowing white robe that matched her long silk and satin night gown. She slipped on her white, pearl encrusted slippers and hustled out the door and out into the courtyard, where she followed her brother's footsteps.

Minutes later, as she approached the far ends of the lake shore, there she saw him. He was standing on the dock, looking out onto the crystal, sheeted lake. His perfect hands dwelled comfortably in the pockets of his expensive pants. His beautiful, lavender hair, even though un-brushed, lye perfectly in position on his round shaped head; and his face, even though only aged twenty-six years, looked as if it belonged to a middle aged man, which pan knew was from the worries that plagued his mind. She smiled as she walked off the grass and onto the wooden dock. She respectfully walked silently to her brother's side and looked on at him with curiosity and openness.

"Hey, what's up chicken butt?" she asked smiling.

Trunks looked over in surprise, and then smiled guiltily at his sister's cheerful face staring up at him. She was the first but the last person he wanted to see at this moment.

"Nothing, just…thinking…" he said as he interlocked his hands behind his head.

"'bout what?" Pan asked in innocent curiosity.

"…well….nothing really," he said quietly.

"Trunks, you know you can tell me anything, who knows, maybe I could help?" pan said being completely honest.

"Yea I know panny, it's just….trunks things….I can't really explain them." He said and then gave a full but fake smile to his dark haired sister.

"Ok…but always know I'm here." She said getting a little concerned.

"Panny, I don't mean to sound rude but do you mind if I have a little bit of time to myself."

"Uh…yea sure trunks…" pan answered, and then kissing trunk's cheek and striding off through the morning mist and back towards the castle

'What's on your mind trunks, I want to know, I want to help…' thought pan as she turned to see the warm silhouette of her brothers stressed figure.

Ok well that's chapter three! Hope you like it! I know it's still confusing, but that's the fun of it! I hope the pace and the flow were better too. Tell me what you think ok thanks love you guy's muah !