Chapter Seventeen
Pan seemed to be in a smug mood all evening. Even her father noticed the smirk that stayed plastered on her face. During dinner, she was not focused on her food as all other Sayians were. Her mother even prepared her favorite dessert, but Pan only ate a couple of bites. No, her mind was not on her surroundings, her family or her food. It was on Bra. She sure did tell her off. The jealous wench just couldn't deal with the fact that she had someone who loved her and wasn't afraid of showing that love. To think something like this would tear them apart. Well, maybe their friendship wasn't that strong to start with. But none of that mattered. Tonight, she and MT would go there again and this time...it will be exactly the way she wants it. Then she will rub it all in Bra's face.
"Pan, is everything alright?" her mother asked her from across the table.
"Oh, yes...fine," Pan replied, picking at her blackberry cobbler. Pan then sighed and rose from the table with her plate. "I think I'm going to go back over MT's house. He should have been here by now."
Gohan and Videl shared an understanding glance at each other and Videl nodded. She rose and followed her only child into the kitchen, where Pan had already began to clean off the dish. Videl stood beside her daughter and smiled at her.
"Honey?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, mom?"
Videl's chest began to pound. She knew this time would come, but she didn't know how to deal with it...how to deal with her daughter being so serious about a boy. Luckily, the boy was someone as outstanding as Mirai Trunks. Videl remembered him as if I were yesterday instead of nearly two decades ago. He was a very quiet, strong, intelligent and thoughtful young man. But, she had to face the fact her daughter was growing up and probably...
"Mom?"
"Oh, yes..." Videl stuttered, trying to find words to say. "Well...I want to talk to you about Mir...I mean, MT."
"Yes?" Pan replied, disinterested.
"Well, you have been seeing him for quite a while. I know he's your first serious boyfriend..." Videl trailed off for a moment, then decided there was nothing to it but to do it. "...if you need to talk to me, tell me. I was your age once. Between us girls, I couldn't wait to be intimate with your father..."
"MOM!" Pan gasped in that "I don't believe my mother just said that" tone. Videl laughed and placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Look, what I mean is...I know what it's like to be young and in love. Please...if you're thinking about doing something, come and talk to me. You are grown now, so it's not about approval or anything. I just want you to know, as always, we have an open line of communication, ok?"
Pan just nodded, leaving Videl slightly disappointed. She had really wished her daughter would open up. Perhaps she waited too long to reassure her that she could tell her anything. She had been acting so differently as of late.
"Well, your father and I are going upstairs. Call when you are on your way home, ok?" Videl said.
"Ok, Mom, I will," Pan replied, drying the dish and kissing her mother on the forehead. Pan then hugged her father, who was still at the table, reading the evening paper and was out the door.
Gohan looked at the door, then over to his wife who had now joined him at the table. He folded his paper and let out an exasperated sigh. It was much harder for him to come to grips with his daughter's coming of age. For so long, she stayed a baby, a child...even well into her teens. She was just a tomboy. Even her friendship with Bra hadn't changed her that much. Actually, it seemed when the friendship dissolved, that's when she really started to change. This relationship with Mirai Trunks certainly helped the process along also.
"Did she tell you anything?" Gohan asked. Videl simply shook her head in response.
"Do you think she and MT are..."
"Gohan, they are young and in love...just like we were," Videl said, cutting him off.
"That's what scares me," he muttered.
Videl rose from her chair and sat in Gohan's lap. She put her arms around her husband and kissed his cheek.
"And why should it scare you? Could she be in love with a more perfect man?"
"I'm not so sure he's perfect, Videl."
Videl lowered her brows and popped him over the top of his head.
"Ow, what was that for!" Gohan half-yelled, half-laughed.
"Mirai is a wonderful boy...much better than our Trunks. I'm glad she ended up with him. Trunks would have just broken her heart with his whorish ways," Videl stated.
"Looking at Mirai, I can tell there is something he is hiding. He's not as perfect as he seems," he commented, his tone rather dark.
"Well...none of us are perfect, I suppose...but what secret could he be hiding?" Videl questioned.
Gohan did not answer his wife's question. It was a valid question, though. What kind of secret could the boy be hiding? It stands to reason that it's just typical of his young age, but it doesn't seem to be that simple. When he reads his Ki, he feels a great amount of regret. Yes, Gohan learned to read emotions within a Ki signature, not just intensity. No, there was something wrong with MT, something terribly wrong.
MT looked out of the window, the soft light of dusk bathing his nude body. Bra lay sleep in her bed, dreaming about whatever she dreams about. Perhaps she was dreaming about how happy she was now. Forget that no more than few months ago, she was paining over Goten, the man that was supposed to be her only love. No, on that night of the concert, she had forgot about that love and lusted over MT, her brother. True, he lusted too, but he knew his emotions were twisted. He knew it was not right. So, he stayed away and continued a relationship with Pan. He had grown feelings for her, but what those feelings were, was wasn't sure. Well, he knew what they weren't. He didn't love her...not in the romantic way. He cared for her, but more-so than just a friend. Then, it was the night he took her virginity. That only complicated matters.
Mirai Trunks brought his hands to his face and growled. What had he done? He made love to Bra. Heaven help him, he enjoyed every second of the tryst. He slept with his sister. He betrayed the laws of nature. He betrayed the love he shared with Dominican. He betrayed the love Pan felt for him. He betrayed his own heart.
So, why did it feel so right?
Frustrated with the circle of thoughts, MT gathered his clothing, put his boxers back on and made his way to his room without disturbing Bra. Once within the threshold of his own domain, he threw the clothes in the hamper and returned to the shower once more. This time, it was a hot, steaming shower. So hot, it felt as if he were going to boil with the walls, but he didn't care. He would burn, drown, die...whatever to end this mental torment. MT banged his fists against the tile, making it shatter slightly. Slumped against the back of the shower, he began to sob. What was he to do now?
"Mirai?" a female voice chirped. MT rolled his eyes and turned the water off. What did Bra want now? He grabbed the towel from the bar and made his way into the room.
"Haven't you made enough tro..." MT trailed off as he noticed the woman beckoning for him was not Bra, but Pan.
"Another shower? You must have had a little spar," Pan stated, leaping forward and throwing her arms around her boyfriend.
"Yeah, a spar," MT lied, giving her a superficial embrace.
"You were supposed to come over my house," Pan reminded him. MT shook his head. He had forgotten all about that.
"Yeah, well...I got caught up sparring and I forgot," he said, rolling with the lie.
"Well, I'm here now...you're clean...I'm horny..." she said, trailing kisses down his neck. MT closed his eyes and took in the show of affection, then slowly pushed Pan away. She gazed at him, puzzled.
"No...not right now," MT said, turning his head away. He couldn't face her, not right now.
"Why?" she questioned.
"I...I can't," he stuttered.
"Why can't you?" was all she could think of asking. For some reason, she had become furious. Oddly, there was a time she cared nothing for sex at all. Now she was mad she was being denied. She was not accustomed to the feeling, but it was just something to add to the list of things she'd have to get adjusted to.
"Pan...I just..." MT was cut off by a hot kiss that sent his mind spiraling.
"Just give me what I came here for," Pan said seductively. For some reason, this Pan, this highly sexual Pan, was extremely alluring to him. It was as if his mind stopped working and his loins did the walking. His manhood stood at attention from the surprisingly skillful caresses Pan laid upon it. She smirked, then lowered herself to her knees and took his length into her mouth. MT gasped and threw his head back as Pan worked him. She did things and knew of pleasurable pokes and teases he never would have thought she would know. With her free hand, she took his balls and squeezed them hard, making MT bite his bottom him and grab the back of her head. He could feel his seed erupting, but something made him stop. It was like a flash, a memory...a warning. Whatever it was, it made him pull Pan's head back so that his tip rested millimeters away from her lips.
"I can't...this isn't right," MT said, huffing. Pan giggled and stuck out her tongue, grazing the swollen head of his member. It jumped, making Pan giggle more.
"Crazy talk. You are my man...I'm your girl. I know our first time was a little odd, but here's the chance to make up for it. I can tell you want me. Come and have me, MT," Pan said as she rose to meet his face. She took his hand and led it to her lower region. She lifted her skirt to reveal her bare womanhood. She thrust her hips forward, making his fingers tease her bud and slip inside of her. She rode his fingers until she was dripping wet. She wasn't sure where this skill of hers came from. For some reason, it seemed to be second nature...but it was all the better. If she had know how much she would have enjoyed sex and foreplay, she would have done it a long time ago.
Pan pulled MT to her and kissed him wildly. His mind was not longer his, no longer thinking about what had been bothering him, forgetting that he just made love with Bra only a short time ago. He pushed Pan against the wall, lifted up one of her legs and drove himself inside of her. Pan gasped, surprised that the action still held a considerable amount of pain, but it was nothing compared to the last time. With a few, slow strokes, the discomfort began to fade and the pleasurable sensation washed over her. MT took her other leg, making her wrap them around his waste and trust into her with mindless abandon, which created a loud thumping sound against the wall. Pan moaned wildly as her love took her, she could feel what she imagined to be an orgasm. She pulled at his long, lavender hair and began to call out his name. Yes, this was it. Her body felt hot, she felt as if her lower region was going to explode. She threw her head back, waiting for the moment of climax to approach.
Bra began to stir, for she head an odd noise. She sat up, noticing that MT was missing. She got out of the bed and grabbed her robe. She wondered what the sound could be. It was different from her father tearing up the back lawns. It wasn't thunder. What was it exactly? Bra closed her robe and walked out her room and noticed the sound was coming from inside. More specifically, it was coming from MT's room. Bra tuned her enhanced Sayian hearing to focus on what was happening. Bra fell to her knees, for the noise was becoming so loud, her enhanced skills were not required.
"MT!" Pan screamed as she felt her body release its torrent. It was as if her body became paralyzed, then limp from all the pressure and the pleasure. She suddenly felt tired and weak, but MT kept going, kept pounding until he reached his own climax and spilled his seed inside of her. Panting, he slowly fell to his knees, keeping Pan balanced. She kissed his forehead, then dismounted him. She did not get far before she felt light-head and fell onto the bed. She then began to giggle almost uncontrollably. She knew it. She knew MT loved her, wanted her. Bra would be so jealous!
MT kept his eyes closed, trying to control the pounding headache now plaguing him. His senses came back to him all at once, and it was overwhelming. But, there was nothing he could do. The more he thought about it, the worse things got. He stood up, walked over to his bed, laid next to Pan and fell asleep. Whatever he would do, he would figure it out later.
Well, only a couple of more chapters to go before ths conclusion of this tale. I'm sure all of you are dying to know what will happen next. Ain't nothing to it but to stay tuned and find out. Ciao!
