The
PV Affair
Chapter 4
"Pan… Are you okay honey?" A voice said. I nearly jumped with shock from my seat at the windowsill. I had been deep in thought again. I turned to smile.
"Hey Dad." I replied. He sat down with me on the window seat, mimicking my legs crossed stance. I gave a light chuckle. I leaned my head to the side to rest on his shoulder, still gazing out the window. The rural landscape looked gorgeous. The green grass was shaded in dark blue in shadow, and the sun was just going down over the hills. Gohan ran his hand through my hair as we gazed.
"What's on your mind? I've caught you looking thoughtful a few times now." He asked me.
"Nothing… not really." I lied. "It's nothing to worry about. I'm just a little confused about something, that's all."
Gohan adjusted his glasses on his nose. "Can I help? Am I allowed to know?" he chuckled. I turned to smile at him.
"Not really." I laughed back weakly, scrunching my nose.
"I understand. As long as you're ok." Gohan answered, kissing the top of my head before getting up off the seat. He ruffled my hair, before wandering off. I folded my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and resting my face on my knees. I wished he could help…
What was the next move? What was I meant to do now? Talking would be good. It was getting late now though. He'd most likely be training. I made myself stand up, stretching out my arms before heading to the door. I opened and shut it quietly. The night air was cool, but fresh. The stars were incredibly vivid, and it took my breath away how big the sky was above me in the night. With a small burst of ki I set off for Capsule Corps once more.
I was right, the lights were on in the gravity room. He might as well live there for all the time he spends in it… I mused. I softly made my way across the grass to the outside door. I typed in the override code to open the door. All of us who trained there had the code as a precaution in case of emergency. The door beeped as it opened, and I stepped in. Vegeta paused in his exercise, and turned to look at me accusingly. With an irritated sigh, he broke stance and turned off the gravity machine. It immediately felt lighter. He removed the small weighted wrist cuffs he had been wearing to improve his training, walking over to me. I stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say to him. He walked right up to me, looking me in the eyes. When I didn't immediately speak, he gave a grunt and moved off to get changed. He removed his shirt, stood only in his training slacks. He seemed to be ignoring my presence.
"Vegeta…? We need to talk." I stuttered quietly. He turned to look at me and raised an eyebrow. I stepped closer to him. "Vegeta…we had sex." I cringed at saying that out loud.
Vegeta smirked and carried on changing. I stepped closer to him. He suddenly spun to face me, his hands taking a hold of my shoulders. He was just in his black boxers now.
"Vegeta… We haven't talked." I said in an exasperated voice. "I'm confused! I don't know where this is heading, or if it means anything at all!"
He scanned my upset face, as if only just realising the depth of my uncertainties. He pulled me into his arms unexpectedly. I buried my face in his bare neck gratefully. "I was so worried." I confessed. "That you didn't care at all."
…He released me from his hold, and turned to pull on his jeans and shirt, confusing me yet again. "You worry to much." He snorted distastefully. "Too much human blood has polluted your bloodline…" he muttered.
I sighed, and walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressing the side of my face against his. He paused, and for a second I could have sworn he was enjoying the affection. But he soon shrugged me off irritably, and fastened the buttons on his shirt. I swatted his hands away and began buttoning them for him. He hesitated, but let me. When I'd finished, I saw him looking at me with a perplexed expression on his face. Almost innocent and questioning. I leaned up to carefully brush my lips against his. He responded, making the kiss more sensual. His arms wrapped around my waist, beginning to softly tug my shirt out of my shorts.
He was surprised when I slid my hand round to stop him, catching his hand in mine. I lifted it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss in his palm. I purred affectionately and kissed him on the lips softly, before moving away from him. Our hands and fingers slowly untwined as I left. I walked out of the gravity room and back into the night, my heart leaping in my chest for the Saiyan male I'd left behind.
Vegeta moved to rest in the doorway, watching Pan's vapor trail as she flew off into the darkness. The night air was chilly, a soft wind blowing gently through the branches of the trees. The grass beneath his feet rustled in the breeze, hardly disturbing the thoughtful Saiyan. The side of his lip twitched slightly, before walking back inside.
I felt a breeze along my bare legs. My nightdress and the curtains in my room billowed softly. I turned, knowing he was there. He was stood in front of my window, the faint lights from outside highlighting him behind, picking out his features and etching them in a dramatic contrast of light and dark. He didn't move. I slowly walked towards him, pausing inches from his startling presence.
"I wasn't sure if you'd come after me." I said softly, running my hand along his jaw with a smile.
He examined my features for a moment before frowning. "You're emotionally weak, woman." He said with a snort, distastefully. I ignored his comment. My fingers continued to trail along his angular jaw thoughtfully.
For a moment, I felt something inside of me. This was this man stood before me, looking at me with his impossibly black, questioning eyes. He may belong to another in ceremony, but he was still somehow mine. I pressed against his warm chest, allowing my lips to brush against his with a tantalizing softness. He responded, and my heart leapt in my chest. He gently led me backwards towards my bed. I knew immediately what he wanted. His hands began pushing my nightdress up my body. He laid me on my back, climbing over me. I suddenly felt a pang of fear and uncertainty. Was that all he wanted from me? I hesitated, making him pull back with confusion. Would he be angry with me for leading him on this and last time? Would he stop? Would he leave me if I said no…?
I gazed up at him. "Vegeta… Just hold me... please?" I asked of him. I waited for his reaction nervously with a little fear. He studied my face for what seemed like forever. He shifted his weight, and for a moment, I stopped breathing. My heart skipped a beat as he lay beside me, pulling me against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. I lay against him with amazement. I couldn't stop my heart racing although I was relieved. I buried my head in his shoulder as I began to feel drowsy. I could hear his heart softly thudding in his chest, and when sleep came, I didn't fight it.
When I finally awoke, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. I blinked, and groaned. I half attempted to get up, but flopped back down lazily. Then I realised something… He was gone! I bit back my tears. I slowly sat up, feeling dejected and hurt.
…I nearly jumped as I looked around! There was Vegeta, half buried beneath cuddly toys! The stuffed animals were everywhere, obviously fallen down during the night. I stifled back a laugh, but a snort woke Vegeta up with a start. The purple elephant that was balanced so nicely on his hair fell down on his face, and he leapt up in a panic. My eyes widened.
"No!"
But it was too late. In a split second, little Dumbo had been incinerated. Vegeta stared down at the litter of the rest of them, all caved in where he had been only moments before. I saw his confusion and disapproval. "What the hell…?" He growled.
"Don't tell me Bra didn't have any either!" I snapped defensively. I paused, Bra. His daughter and my best friend… Vegeta frowned, as if being able to guess what I was thinking about. He gave a snort. It was strange. For a minute, neither of us spoke. He folded his arms in that time, taking his familiar stance.
"Are…are you mad?" I asked.
Vegeta looked surprised. "About what?" he asked irritably.
I looked down at the covers as I spoke. "That I said no." I stuttered. "That I wouldn't sleep with you last night…"
I didn't look at him, but I heard no disapproval. Not a snappy comment, not a grunt, not a noise. I nervously looked up at his face. To my utter surprise, he was looking at me searchingly, a calm contemplation in his features. He stepped towards me.
He chuckled softly as he sat down on the bed beside me. "You have no idea the power you possess over a Saiyan male…" He said. "You not letting me mate with you last night is one of the aspects you control."
I thought. "But you've always… Before…" I blushed.
He gazed back into my eyes. "Do you think that now I find you less appealing? Less desirable…?" he purred. "You have much to learn, little one."
"I am sort of new to all of this..." I confessed. "I'm not always sure…"
"I know." Vegeta cut me off. He tried to hide the smirk that was forming on his lips. "But you can always learn…" He leant over on the bed, in a feline type stance, and gently nibbled on my ear.
He pressed his body down against mine, letting me know he was more than aroused. As if not even from my own lips, I purred deeply. Vegeta paused, looking at me with amusement, before affectionately nipping my nose. He slid one of his arms beneath me to lift me, and used the other to push back the bedcovers. He gently laid me on the bed again, moving on top of me. His hands moved to my hair, as he kissed me, using more skill than I had ever experienced before. His tongue played with mine in a sensual but aggressive fashion.
We couldn't! He wasn't serious…! Not here… We could get caught! But things were heating up quickly… As we moved, I could hardly take my mind off my fears. My parents were just down the hall! Even though Vegeta was virtually undetectable by ki, what if we were heard? What if someone walked in…?
Vegeta didn't seem bothered in the slightest. The ass… My mind quickly melted to other things. I couldn't help raising my back off the bed as I neared my climax. My purring had gotten deeper and far more frequent. My hands shot out to grasp Vegeta's shoulders, holding me up against his body as I gave a small cry.
…What happened next was very vague to me in my state. From somewhere behind me, a silky brown tail wrapped around Vegeta's arm. Being Vegeta, he didn't cry out, but he jerked back with surprise. I broke out of my trance dizzily. Vegeta fell ungracefully to the floor with a thud. He pulled himself up as I sat up in my bed.
He was staring at me, or rather, at my new furry appendage. I frowned, trying to catch it as it swished around. I slid out of bed to my feet. My tail moved from my hands, and swayed contentedly behind me. Vegeta was still staring, his eyes transfixed on it as he stepped forwards towards me. He gently caught it as I learnt to control its reflexes. He smirked.
"I must have done something right…" he mused with a smugness. He gently squeezed it, his eyes darting up to my face to study my reactions. I closed my eyes, savoring it. The sensations it gave me seemed to burn at my rationalism.
A loud knock at my door didn't wake me up, but Vegeta's attention snapped quickly towards the sound.
"Pan? Are you okay?" My father from the other side of my door called. "Pan! Are you hurt? What was that noise?"
Vegeta squeezed again with more pressure. I purred even louder, my hands trailing over his shoulders and chest.
A silence from the other side of the door. "…Are you in pain?" Another knock. "Pan?"
Vegeta reluctantly shook me gently. I felt disorientated… "I'm… I'm okay…" I called back dizzily. "I fell out of bed, that's all."
"…You fell out of your bed?" Gohan's voice was confused and disbelieving. "Honey... I threw out your guard rails when you were 6."
I felt Vegeta's eyes on me. I turned to meet his dark gaze. His black eyes were full of eagerness and excitement… The same excitement they had in anticipation of a battle. He held my shoulders with his hands, and I was surprised to feel him trembling. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the jolt that ran through him at my touch. He began to purr himself, and somehow, my tail began to swish faster.
"Pan!" My father's voice was even more worried now. "You sound hurt! Pan! Answer me!"
"We can't…" I whispered to Vegeta, his face not registering my words at all. I began to push him towards the window. "You have to leave! My father's having a fit out there!"
With a deep growl of disappointment he reluctantly pulled on the bottom half of his training suit and his boots. He climbed out of the window, looking back with frustration and reluctance. I leant to give him one last tantalising kiss. I looked into his eyes searchingly. "Soon..." I promised breathlessly. He nodded, and then he was gone. Even though I'd asked him to leave, I felt very alone. Oh Dende… was I getting too attached to him...? What about when Bulma came home?
The mad knocking resumed again. I pulled my night-dress back over me and I quickly knocked my arm against the wall, wincing at the pain. I held my throbbing arm as I went to finally open the door. My father ran in desperately.
"Where are you hurt?" He demanded. He saw my arm and breathed a sigh of relief that the injury wasn't serious.
"I…I took a while to get up." I explained. "…Off the floor."
I saw his eyes widen. "Pan! You… You've got a tail."
I acted surprised. "I do?"
He chuckled. "That's probably how you couldn't get up. Tails affect a persons balance." He said. "It must have grown back in your sleep." My father stepped closer, gesturing with his hands. "Do you want me to get rid of it?" He asked me.
I caught a hold of it protectively. "I want to keep it!" I exclaimed. My mind raced back to Vegeta's reactions to it as I stroked the fur thoughtfully.
"If you're sure…" Gohan said. "You should get a senzu for your arm. A couple of the others are sparring out back in a while."
I smiled. "Sounds good." I agreed before he left. I faced my room with a new challenge. What could I wear that I could make tail holes in…?