The PV Affair
Chapter 6
"I've been talking to Pan, and she agrees whole-heartily with me." Paris protested smugly.
This got all of the males' attention. "…Pan?" Goten stuttered. "What does Pan know about it?" A small cluster of the dinner guests had gathered in the kitchen. Goten's eyes were wide as he talked quietly with his girlfriend in the corner. But the talk had became slowly more public. "I don't just roll over!" He snapped quietly, trying for the others not to hear.
Paris nodded defiantly. "Pan told me it happens to her too." She snapped. "Goten, she's 17, not 10."
Goten was about to protest again, but Pan at that moment walked into the room.
Marron hovered close to me. Her face looked worried and nervous. "Pan… I have to tell you something really important." She said with a strange sympathetic tone. She seemed to take a deeper breath before she spoke again. "Me and Trunks are dating…"
I glanced up at her. "That's nice." I said with a small smile. I went back to what I was doing.
Marron froze with shock. "Pan, we're dating." She said again, thinking I hadn't heard.
"Uh huh, good for you." I said with only faint interest.
"I'm dating Trunks!" She said with exasperation, her arms waving in the air. "Aren't you bothered at all?"
I frowned with confusion at her. "Why would I be?" I asked.
"Don't you like him too??" She demanded. The guys in the room perked their ears up at this point.
I paused, considering this. I looked at her flushed face. "I went through a silly little crush, yes. But if you thought I liked him so much… Why would you… as my friend… get involved with him?"
Marron was silent, her face showing extreme nervousness.
I stacked my books up on my folded gi comfortably. "Marron, I'm not in the slightest bit interested in Trunks. He's not the type I go for really." I confessed. "But I hope you two are really happy together." I finished with a warm smile, before leaving the room.
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Marron just looked shell-shocked. Her fists clenched together tightly. "The little bitch!!" She exclaimed, forgetting the presence of the others. "How dare she! I know she's after Trunks!!" The pitch of Marron's voice raised a few octaves before she too stormed out the door.
Bra slunk away from the doorway. Her face was creased in extreme contemplation. "Something's going on here…" She muttered to herself. "I can feel it…"
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"It's SO nice having a muscular Saiyan man around all time." Marron cooed, snuggling against Trunks. She grinned smugly. "Considering how FEW of them they are. So HAVING one is so nice." She glared meaningfully at me as she spoke. Her face was triumphant and smug. I smiled warmly back, which for some strange reason seemed to anger her.
We were all sat in the lounge socializing. I sat on the footstool boredly. I had no idea why Marron was trying to provoke me so much.
I glanced at Vegeta with a sly smile while Marron ranted. I discreetly moved slightly on my seat, letting my dress ride further up my leg. I slowly stretched my arms, using the opportunity to move my chest outward as I did. I glanced at him again with a mischievous expression. He raised his eyebrow at me, then smirked. His eyes ran down my body hungrily, the rest of the room totally oblivious to our flirtations.
…It was his turn. As I watched, he uncrossed his legs, letting the training suit tighten over his lower body. I froze with surprise and awe. The results of my careless flirting were all too obvious. I broke my stare, and looked up into his face again. With another small smirk, he turned and left the room abruptly.
I waited for a couple of minutes and stood up quickly, causing everyone to turn to look at me. I blushed. "You know, I've just remembered that paper I have to write for tomorrow." I lied. "I should really get a start on it…" I made my exit.
As I had expected, Vegeta was outside. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew me into his arms, kissing me. His kiss was hot and demanding, his body pressing against mine suggestively. I broke the kiss to look around wildly for the nearest place we could go. I saw the door to the gravity room. Vegeta was kissing me again, his hands trailing all over me. I stumbled towards the door, trying to keep balance. I punched in the door's code, my neck being covered in kisses and nibbling. We fell inside, the door slamming behind us. It'll just sound like one of Vegeta's moods.
Vegeta wasted no time in lifting me up and pressing me against the closed door. My head was dizzy, and I couldn't think of anything but him. He began to undress me.
"Vegeta! No! They'll hear us!" I said with horror. I glanced around the room. The showers… I slipped from his grasp, and pulled him through the doorway to the showers. He looked with confusion as I turned the shower on full blast behind me. I stumbled backwards against the wall. The sound was deafening this close! A look of realisation came across Vegeta's face. He stepped towards me again, his breath seeming cold compared to the hot steam that was slowly filling the room. He slid his arms around my now soaking wet waist, holding me tightly. I smiled, the water running down my face. He kissed me again, the water running over our lips and in our mouths as we did. We slowly peeled our wet clothing from each other, each kiss bringing more passion. I pushed Vegeta down on his back on the cold ceramic tiles, straddling over him. The water fell down on us in a waterfall, and roared around our ears.
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Vegeta emerged from the gravity room and strode down the corridor of the Corp, extremely damp due to the lack of clean towels. As he walked, he heard a chuckle. He spun around to face Yamacha.
"Woah man! Is it raining or something?" He snorted with laughter at the soggy prince. Vegeta growled at him, and strode off in with anger. Weakling baka…
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I emerged a few minutes later, feeling extremely wet! I tried to squeeze some of the water out of my hair with annoyance. At least the encounter was worth it… I smirked. I walked off, intending to get myself dried up. Which was the nearest bathroom…? I pondered for a moment.
"Looking wet…"
I jumped with surprise, shrieking. I looked around wildly to be confronted by the others. Their eyes took in my unusual state with confusion.
"What happened to you?" Marron said with distaste, wrinkling her nose. She was still hanging onto Trunks' arm like some sort of accessory.
Trunks chuckled softly. "You look like you've been thrown in a lake." He confessed bluntly. This earned laughter from the others as well.
I raked my brains wildly. "I was caught in a shower." I lied.
Goten rubbed the back of his head. "But it hasn't rained all day…" He said, puzzled.
Damn… "Not a rain shower…" Come on Pan… Think! "A sprinkler!" I exclaimed. "I set off a sprinkler in the Corp!" Perfect…!
I knew by everyone's reactions that I'd hit a winner with that one. "How did it go off?" Trunks asked.
I laughed softly, rubbing my head, Son-style. "I was raising my ki too far." I lied. "The heat must have set it off."
Trunks considered this with a frown. "Would you mind being a bit more careful? You know the sprinklers around here are made to be sensitive with Mom and Grandpa's experiments going on." He asked me. "You'd better go get yourself dried up."
I smiled. "I will!" I chirped.
"I thought you were writing a paper?" Gohan inquired.
"Gonna get right on that." I said with determination.
Yamacha appeared in the doorway. He took in my state. "Was there a freak thunder storm?" He asked. "I passed Vegeta. He's soaked to the bone too!"
Everyone spun to face me. "He must have been caught in the sprinklers too." I said as naturally as I could. "I'm going to get dried now!" I rushed off out the room, passing Bulma who looked in a rush. We both looked at each other with confusion. "Sprinklers…" I supplied guiltily.
"Meeting." She offered back as she rushed towards the front door.
I headed for the upper levels of the Corp, searching for a bathroom. I slowed as I walked. I had spotted a familiar looking door. Must be fate… I mused with a smirk. I gently pushed opened the door. Sure enough, it was.
Vegeta looked up at me only with faint surprise. He'd probably sensed me coming. He was naked apart from a towel wrapped around him loosely that hung low on his hips. He was drying his dark hair with another. He watched me as I crept into the room. I walked forward from the ajar door. He kept his eyes on me as he walked towards me. He stopped before me, and I glanced at his face with wonder. It was there again. One of those moments, where it was almost possible to read him. His face softened curiously. He slid the towel from around his neck, and carefully wrapped it around my shoulders protectively. I didn't say a word as he carefully brushed my damp hair from my face.
"Vegeta, do you love me?" I asked carefully.
He kissed down my neck, his lips cool and soft against my salty skin. "Hai…" He murmured absently, as though he didn't care.
"Say it then." I said, my anger building. I clung to him defiantly, my smaller hands clutching his shoulders. "Say it." I demanded of him.
He silenced me with a passionate kiss. A kiss so deep and full of sensuality even I had never felt before. There was something new there, I could feel it. I wrapped my arms tightly around him during our lovemaking.
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Gohan closed the gravity room door behind him as he stepped into the room. He could do with a good training session. He paused. The air was hot and moist. With confusion, he wandered around. As he passed the showers, he stopped.
The glass was entirely steamed up. Someone's just had a long hot shower, that's all. He heard a small sound, and stepped in to investigate. One of the showers was still dripping. He walked up to it, tightening the tap. Wait… the air… Amongst the steam, he picked up a faint but strong scent. He was about to dismiss it, but he suddenly froze. On one of the glass panels, there was a definite handprint. Lower down on the steamed up tiles, was a smaller print too. As he stood there in shock, the steam gradually began dispersing. The scent grew stronger. He began to tremble, dropping his training suit from his grasp onto the wet floor. There were two scents, not one. Pan and Vegeta's…
…It was impossible! His mind raced. Back to his soaking wet daughter. Yamacha's comment about Vegeta being just as wet… Both leaving the lounge within minutes of each other.
Gohan cried out, his hands in his hair. It all fit! How?
He dizzily was flooded with images of Vegeta holding his daughter in his blood stained arms, Pan being mislead and manipulated by him, him taking advantage of her… Gohan realised he himself was shaking. He felt like he had been ripped to pieces. How could this be happening? Not Vegeta… Please Dende, not my daughter and Vegeta…
He stumbled to the doorway of the gravity room, letting himself out. He couldn't bear to be in that room any longer. He dizzily felt for his daughters' ki, and traced it through the Corp. He followed it, his head pounding. He was lead to a door. He knew what it was. It was Bulma and Vegeta's room…
He slowly approached the door, noticing the door was already ajar. He completely hid his ki and looked through into the room. His eyes widened at what he saw. In the bed in the centre, were Pan and Vegeta. As he watched, Vegeta sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Pan rose behind him, playfully pressing her naked chest against his back and wrapping her arms around his neck. She softly kissed the back of his neck, and Vegeta smirked. He turned his head, catching her lips in a sensual kiss. He twisted his torso on the bed to face her, looking for a moment like he was going to climb over her again. But he broke the kiss gently and stood up from the bed. He stretched his arms out contentedly, stood naked. Pan smiled, pulling the covers up to cover her chest.
Gohan shifted slightly in his watching, and he saw Vegeta now with his training suit up to his waist. He began to walk across the room, and Gohan quickly moved from the doorway, heading silently away. He was in utter disbelief at what he had just witnessed. He stopped around the corner a short distance from the room, leaning back against the wall. How could this be happening? How could she let him…? His only daughter... He clenched his eyes shut with frustration and hurt. He was startled as he heard the door open fully. He was careful as he looked around the corner. Vegeta left the room in his training suit, closing the door behind him and heading downstairs to the ground floor of the Corp. To Gohan, his face looked smug and satisfied. Gohan frowned. A deep hatred and anger was brewing deep inside him for the Saiyan prince. He slid from his hiding place, standing visibly in the hallway, still deep in thought. He casually glanced at the door with realisation. Pan…