There is a mildly disturbing lemon in this chapter. I know it's been a VERY long time since I updated, and you may need to read back a few chapters to remember the mental state Mirai Trunks is in. Anyway, for those of you who kept bugging me to update, here ya go ^_^

Chapter 15

Pan stood outside the main door at Capsule Corp and rung the doorbell respectfully. She placed her hands behind her and waited patiently for someone to open it for her. She really wasn't used to being this formal, but since she and Bra has stopped talking, she felt it best to be as distant as possible. Pan could hear heavy footsteps approaching as she straightened up. The door swung open and it was none other than Vegeta, standing at the door. He scanned the young woman up and down. She was wearing a black miniskirt with a black halter top. She had changed a lot since she and his other son started dating. She seemed more mature...and defiantly more attractive.

"Is MT ready?" she questioned sheepishly, feeling the eyes of the older Sayian male upon her. Vegeta grunted and turned around to see Mirai coming down the stairs.

"Your date is here," he said to his son, walking back into the house. He wanted further role in the situation.

"Hey, kitten," MT said, kissing Pan on her cheek. "You look great."

"Thank you," she replied, blushing. She extended her hand, allowing him to take it as they walked to her car.

"How do you feel about Legends? It should be poppin' tonight," MT suggested, opening the door for his girlfriend. She smiled and sat in the passenger seat.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," she replied, not sounding as chipper as usual.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Pan shrugged her shoulders and motioned for him to get in and drive, He complied, but was still waited for her to answer. She sighed her little sigh he hd grown to know meant she was worried and waited for a few moments longer. Finally, her purple-stained lips began to move.

"I can't believe that Bra has cut me out of her life. Hell, I don't even know why she won't talk to me anymore. Ever since that concert, she has been so distant to everyone," she said, playing with the short hem of her skirt. MT breathed heavily. It's sad Pan will never know why, but it's better that she never figure it out.

"She's going through an awkward period in her life. It's best to just let her be and live your life," was the advice MT gave her.

"Do you think you could talk to her for me?" Pan asked innocently. MT's heart nearly stopped. She didn't know what she was asking. He had not spent any real time with Bra since their talk in the mall. She did not want to speak to him either and he respected that. But, there's no way he was going to toss himself into the lions' den.

"I don't think that's a good idea," said MT as they pulled up to the little nightclub. The neon lights blazed as the people in line waited impatiently. MT stepped out the car while valet helped Pan from her side. MT tossed the pimpled faced teen the keys and they walked right into the club past all the people waiting. Everyone knew who they were. No one complained.

"Why not?" Pan finally questioned as they approached the bar. MT had almost forgotten what she was referring to and gave her a puzzled look. Then his features softened as he tried to figure a way to answer her question. Why was she being so curious tonight?

"Look, are we going to talk about my sister, or are we going to have a good time?" MT said, giving Pan a dashing smile, trying to change he subject. She cut her eyes away, a bit annoyed, but fell for his charm. MT's smile grew larger as the made their way to the dance floor.

A remix of "The Jump Off" played as the pair danced together. Pan had a sexy smile on her face as MT's hands stroked her body as they grinded. This is why she loved going to the club so much. They have never been intimate, but on the dance floor, anything goes. She could live out her fantasies there. She put her hands around his neck and pressed her pelvis against his. She shivered when she felt his member and blushed. MT held her by the waist as they continued their dirty dancing until the song concluded. As the DJ started to mix the next song, a hint of blue flashed before him. MT excused himself and began to follow her. Pan saw Bra as well. Figuring that MT had actually decided to talk to her for her sake, she went to the bar and ordered a drink.

"Bra?" MT said, grabbing the woman by the arm.

"MT?!" she replied, her tone a mixture of shock and anger.

Mirai never wanted to take his eyes off of her. She work this flirty silk top that flowed over one arm and brown skirt the reached the mid of her thigh. Her hair fell around her face in characteristic, soft curls. The lighting made her glow, her eyes seemed more piercing. But, her eyes showed much. They showed hurt, anger, lust and betrayal.

"I didn't think I would run into you here," he said slowly as words finally came to him.

"I suppose you are here with that slut," Bra spat as she walked passed him, but MT grabbed her firmly by the arm and pushed her back in front of him.

"How is she a slut? And why have you been treating her like crap? She loves you," he said.

"At least someone does," she said in a low, spiteful voice.

"If this is about what we talked about last time, you know that could never be...we can never be," he tried to explain.

"Whatever," she said as she pulled her arm away and stormed off. MT wanted to chase Bram but remembered Pan was not far away. No need to make her suspicious, he thought to himself and he worked his way back to her. Pan's eyes were low and full of hurt. She has seen how Bra had treated MT and just walked off. Why was she doing this?

"What did she say?" Pan questioned.

"Bra is going through a lot, she can't deal," he said.

"Take me home," Pan said flatly.

"What?" MT asked.

"I said take me home. I don't feel like dancing or eating or thinking about her right now. I'm afraid I'm going to start hating her," Pan said, tears welling in her eyes,

"Honey," MT said as he pulled his girlfriend to her, stroking her dark hair. Before long, they found themselves in the car and on the way back to Capsule Corp. The drive was long and quiet, both far off into thought. Thinks couldn't keep going on like this. Something had to give. MT then pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. Pan turned to her boyfriend and gave him a crazy look.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her arms folded, tone, annoyed.

"Do you know what I do when I need to think?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked with an attitude.

"I fly," he said simply as he unfastened his seatbelt and darted up to the clear night sky.

Something in Pan automatically lightened up and she quickly followed suit. The pair playfully sparred in the sky, zooming through the trees, waking all kinds of creatures along the way. The air smelled so fresh and felt so good against the flesh. Not too humid, not too cool, just perfect. The pair found each other and fell into the other's arms, laughing. Pan needed that, she knew she needed that. Her mind and hear had been so heavy as of late. MT always urged her not to think about it, and she tried, but nothing seemed to keep her mind clear...until this moment. She was happy, very happy. The two lovers floated to the ground, both laughing like children.

"Yeah, that was fun," Pan admitted, holding her sides. Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle in to moonlight, her face jubilant and bright, cheeks flushed with sweat and joy. She looked almost...beautiful.

MT brushed her hair back away from her face and tilted her chin up. Pan seemed a little confused by his actions. It seemed as if he was in a trance...enchanted. Enchanted? By whom? Her? No...she was just a tomboy trying to look like a girl. She was no match to real feminine beauty. But, for these few moments, she felt beautiful. She felt it as MT lowered his face to hers and kissed her ever so gently and softly, its seemed unreal. He parted his lips and moved his tongue towards hers and she complied. Pan felt as if she were going to faint. Her knees weak, her strength leaving her. But, he would not allow that. He broke the kiss and began to nibble at her neck, making her gasp with surprise. MT feasted on the soft flesh, leaving little red marks. Pan began to feel more primal, more needing. Her fingers toyed with his hair as she pressed her body against his. She felt the heat rising within her...a feeling so new...yet so natural for her to act upon. MT pushed Pan down to the cool ground and stroked her soft body up and down. She moaned in anticipation, his touch was sweet torture. MT was becoming more and more impatient. He needed release. He didn't care whom he received it from. There was a beautiful woman underneath him and he would take her. So what if it was not Bra. Bra was out of the question. Forget Bra. Forget Bra.

Pan arched her back and pulled her short skirt up. She didn't imagine her first time being like this, but she always imaged it would be with Trunks. She had not hesitation or reservations giving herself to him. The only reason she hadn't been forward was because he never seemed interested. Always reserved, always respectful...he only let loose on the dance floor. There, she imagine their closed were off and he was inside of her. Oh, the thoughts that ran through her head! So naughty, so different from what she was taught proper young ladies were supposed to think. But she didn't care. She would do him on top of the Empire State Building if he wanted to. Her dreams were coming true. She could feel his aroused member pressing against her member. The only thing separating the two was the thin film of panties that were her thongs. She slowly moved them to the side and before she realized it, MT had drove himself into her.

A shrill sound came from her than would have woke the dead...that should have alarmed MT, but he seemed to be in his own world. The only thing that prevented him from moving in and out as he pleased was the tightness of her virgin walls. Tears rolled down her face as the hot sensation of her firs penetration seemed to linger and linger. It hurt, just as she was told. Perhaps he rushed because getting in quickly would reduce the pain. Yes, that had to be it...and he did stop moving when she screamed. And, when she relaxed and the pain slowly started to subside, he moved slowly within her. Though she could still feel the pain, it was mixed with pleasure as his member massaged her from the inside. She could feel herself becoming moist again, and the action not as uncomfortable.

MT moved his hips, grinding slowly, the only thing on his mind was gaining release from the woman under him. He tore at her top to expose a breast and took it into his mouth. He sucked on it with a bit of harshness that was painful, yet oddly arousing to Pan. She became more moist and now his member was able to slide freely inside of her. There would be no holding back now. He moved to his knees and grabbed Pan by her legs, holding them up. Pan clawed at MT as he began to drill her so hard and deep, she felt his sack slap against her. She moved her legs wildly, trying to deal with the pain of being penetrated in such a way. Was it supposed to hurt this much? Why did it still feel good, even though it hurt? She moaned and whimpered as he mercilessly worked her until she felt weak from her half-hearted struggle. Her legs relaxed and MT moved forward, pushing her knees to the ground. Pan thought he was going to break into her stomach, that how far up she could feel him. Sweat was dripping off his body as he thrust wildly.

"Miria," she struggled to say as she felt she could not take anymore from him, but he was in his own world. He continued to take her for a few moments more until he could feel his climax coming. If it were at all possible, he began to pound harder and harder until...he stopped in one thrust. She could feel his member pulsing inside of her as he emptied himself into her. He stood over her for a moment, his body twitching and then, he laid atop her...his sensed slowly returning. He felt his chest heave...then the heat and sweat on his body. He could hear crickets chirping and then harsh breathing...harsh breathing that was not his own. He pulled himself up and looked down, but his vision was still blurry. Slowly, it came to focus and he saw a dark-haired woman under him, tears rolling down her cheek. Suddenly, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He realized what he had just done. He scurried back and held Pan up, his own eyes stinging with tears.

"Pan...are you ok?" he asked, his voice strained. Pan tried to search for the answer, for she was quite unsure herself. That was definitely not how she imagined sex with MT to be. She thought it would be very gentle with lots of kissing and affection. Instead it was fast and hard and for the large part, painful. But, all her friends who had sex already told her the first time always hurt, even if the guy went slow. So...maybe...maybe she was alright. She would get used to it. All women got used to it. It even felt good at times..it was alright.

"I'm ok," she replied in a shaken voice. She sat up and pulled her shirt back on. MT offered his hand to help her up, but the pain between the thighs almost kept her down. She felt sore, as sore as when you get carpet burn, or riding a horse with no saddle...but amplified ten fold. She stumbled for a second, but gained her footing smiled at MT. MT's heart sank even further down. How could he have done it? How?

"Well, let's get you home," he said, helping her back to the car. The hide to her home was very quiet, but she understood. They would talk more in the morning. She hopped out the car, kissed him on the cheek and walked rather slowly to the front door. She waved and MT pulled off. Home. He would go home and think. Take a long shower and think. Think and figure out how to make things right. He was losing his mind, how would he make that right? He took a young girl's virginity without a second thought. How could he make that right? MT mindlessly drifted into the house and up the stairs, past Bra's room.

Bra.

That's whom he wanted...and could never have. And he could never for his own good...for the good of both of them. Only pain would come from their union. But, wasn't he causing enough pain? No...he couldn't think here. He needed to go out and think. Think long and hard and not in this house with that woman down the hall. So, he hopped in his car and went back downtown to a bar he heard about. Once inside, he could see it was a higher-class place, but still looked a little rough around the edges. It gave the rich a feel of a regular bar...with the guard protection of a VIP club. From afar, he could see who seemed to be Goten. He just couldn't escape. Just as he was about to walk off, a gut feeling told him to stick around, so he did.

Goten brought the small shot glass to his lips, about to drink the Guinness swirling inside. He paused for a moment, then brought it back down on the bar deciding that seven shots were enough. The smokey atmosphere was beginning to annoy him, but it was better than his house. It was better than his car. It was better than sitting outside of Bra's house every single night. It was better than trying to catch a glimpse through her window as she passed by. It was better than obsessing.

Goten pushed himself off the barstool and almost fell over. He shook his head, sweat dripping from his brow as he struggled to right himself. He placed his hand on the seat of the stool and felt a hand help him up. He looked up to see the blurry face of Mirai Trunks. He tried to crack a smile, but for some reason it made him feel powerfully ill. He held his stomach and raced to the bathroom so not to ruin the floor of the bar, as if it were possible to mess it up more than it was. MT shook his head and followed him there to see him leaning against the john, sick as a dog.

"You're lucky I came through" MT said, handing his friend a paper towel.

"What do you want?" Goten slurred, still sitting on the floor.

"Calm down," MT spat. He was getting tired of his bull.

"Hey, you didn't fuck up and lose the girl that... you... loved..." Goten trailed off as he realized what he said. He looked up at MT, but he had already left. Goten smacked himself against the head and forced himself to go after him. MT was pushing people out the way as if they weren't even there. Goten followed behind and got up with his friend right outside the door. He grabbed him by the arm, but MT shrugged him off. He grabbed again and this time, MT spun around, an angry scowl on his face.

"Man, look...I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry," Goten apologized.

"No, you weren't thinking. You've turned into a drunk and wonder why Bra wants nothing to do with you," MT yelled, pointing out into the busy night. Goten shook his head and sighed.

"I just don't know what to do. I mean, even you hit it off with Pan...I screwed up everything," Goten said, his eyes peering at his shoes. MT felt a cold sweat coming on. What he did to Pan...to that innocent little girl. What he had taken away from her. Yeah...things were going so well.

"Don't worry about me and Pan. You need to worry about you and Bra," he said tartly.

"You sound as bitter as me. What's eating you?," Goten questioned.

Mirai was taken back. What exactly should he say to him? That is niece was just something he was using to get by? He took her virginity and ravaged her like a wild animal? That he was really lusting over the woman he was crazy about? That whenever she passes him in the house, he has to resist the urge to pull her back by the waist and nuzzle his chin against her neck? That her scent intoxicates him and he has to take a shower just to cool off?

"It's complicated," MT said, beginning to walk away again. Goten was about to pursue the issue further, but decided to let it go and worry about his own love life.

"So, how is she doing?" Goten queried in a soft tone. MT shrugged his shoulders, attempting to appear nonchalant.

"Why don't you ask her when you sober up. I have to get out of here," MT said, walking down the street, uncertain of his next destination. Goten did not follow, but he did try to examine the strange dialogue between him and his friend. Something was amiss...terribly amiss with all of them.