The PV Affair
Chapter 8
Gohan and Vegeta's gazes continued to meet, although they frowned deeply at each other. No one around them seemed to notice. They were to busy socialising and enjoying Bulma's party. Gohan glanced at his watch. Videl and Pan would be arriving soon. He was on edge about what Pan would dare to wear. He knew it would be something temptingly short, or low cut…or red…
Everyone causally turned as the door was opened. A wave of silence washed over the room. Followed by Videl, Pan strode through into the room slowly, wearing a floor length white dress. The dress was made of a light material that hung loosely, but innocently clung to her body in the right places, as if purely by accident. Everything about the dress screamed purity. The sleeves short and trimmed with snowy white lace. Around her bust was embroidered with the same colourless lace, rising enough over her cleavage to be perfectly decent, but it still somehow drew attention there. Pan's hair hung down past her shoulders in a perfectly tousled cascade of black. Her make up was the bare minimum, mascara on her lashes and a bare face.
Nothing she wore was intentionally sexy, but somehow everything screamed it. Gohan tried to get his breath back from shock. He thought he'd told her not to wear anything sexy? But it wasn't... but it was…
Vegeta, like the other males, had his eyes transfixed on her. He felt his head begin to swim at his young mate. He drank in everything about her, slowly drifting his eyes down her, through her hair, down her white breasts, her slender waist… beneath the untouchable white of the lace… He took a sharp breath. It was enough to bother him to a high extent…
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I smiled ever so slightly, seeing his and the other's stares. I walked slowly and surely towards my father, my hips swinging ever so subtly. I deliberately spoke with an edge of falseness to my voice. "Hi Dad…" I greeted, making eye contact with him. My gaze quickly moved to Vegeta, and his eyes locked with mine, earning me a death glare from my father. I could see the frustration in his face my dress was causing him.
"Hey Pan, looking very virginal…" Bra suddenly commented.
I looked at her with a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Interesting choice of word." I purred. I flicked my hair casually with a subtle turn of my head. I knew what impression I was giving to the males. I lapped it up, sensing the commotion I was causing along with it. Even Goten and Trunks' eyes were fixed on my white form. As I caught Trunks stare, I was taken back. I shouldn't have been surprised, this is what I had intended from Saiyan eyes… but not from his. His eyes possessed the same fire, the same lust as his fathers that made me shiver.
My father broke me out of my gaze. "What the hell are you wearing?" He hissed quietly.
I looked at him. "It's a dress." I said. "A long dress. It isn't low cut." I smiled. He still frowned. Bra suddenly caught my hand.
"Pan, come on, I haven't talked to you in ages." She said all at once. I received one more meaningful warning glare before I followed Bra. I was glad to get away. I had the feeling he would have made me stay in his sight for the entire night. I felt resentment for it, but my mind wouldn't let me forget what I had down to cause this. Bra dragged me into the lounge, sitting me down on the sofa with her. Her face was excited. "So? Aren't you going to ask?" She inquired.
I looked at her curiously. "What about?"
Bra leaned closer to me as if telling me something highly important. "Goten." She declared. "He kissed me." She said smugly. I pulled back with surprise.
"Uncle Goten kissed you? That's great!" I exclaimed, excited for my friend. I saw Bra's face drop slightly, and she coughed. I looked over my shoulder to see my father 'casually' stood in direct hearing range. His eyes were wide, as he had also heard the news. Bra became irritated at his presence, and carried on talking to me at normal volume this time.
"Like I said, he kissed me with tongue. Then I reached around and squeezed his…" She broke out in fits of giggles as I looked back behind me to see my father disappear.
"You don't mind, do you?" She asked. I turned to look at her with confusion. "You don't mind me dating your uncle?"
I didn't reply. My mouth was dry, and I felt dizzy. What was I doing? Here I am, talking to her like nothing had ever happened. "Of course I don't." I reassured her with a shaky smile. I got up. "I'm going to the bathroom, ok?" I said, making a sharp and abrupt exit. I ran upstairs past the other guests. I found the bathroom, noting it's new blue colour scheme and new tiles. Even though this time I had found the original bathroom, I still felt an odd sense of déjà vu. A wistfulness. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't visited the other bathroom that night? If I had came here instead? Would it be different, like one of those films with two timelines? I stared into the mirror. I would be different. I wouldn't know what I do now. I wouldn't feel what I'm feeling now. But my father would still love me, and I would have nothing to hide. I switched off the light, walking back down the corridor. I noticed a small light in one of the rooms. Full of curiosity, I glanced in. I was surprised to see Trunks there, stood against a wall in his room.
"Why aren't you downstairs with the guests?" I asked him. He didn't answer. I opened the door, letting more light spread into the darkened room. "Have you got a headache?" I stepped closer to him. "Trunks?"
He looked up at me, a strange glaze in his eyes. His gaze shifted down me, slowly trailing back up to my face. I shivered nervously. "Why are you up here all alone?"
Trunks didn't answer my question, but stepped closer to me. He trailed a hand down my cheek. "Kami…you're beautiful." He breathed.
I froze. "What…?"
He leaned towards me, his hot breath on my neck. I put my hands against his chest nervously, attempting to push him away subtly. There was something in the way he was gazing at me. He suddenly used my hands on his chest to turn me around so I was the one against the wall. "Trunks?" I stuttered.
He pressed me up against the wall, covering my mouth with his hot and demanding kisses. His hands roamed over me tenderly and expertly. Despite myself, I moaned. My head was dizzy with what this was leading to. How long had I wanted this? How many nights as a teenager had I lay awake dreaming of this with him? My heart was pounding in my chest like a rabbit.
"I knew you could kiss..." He murmured. "Ever since I saw you kiss my father… I knew you could."
I gazed at his blue eyes, but they had lost any appeal they once had. I knew who I craved now. I yearned for the dark eyes. The same ones that could tear my heart to pieces with a deep gaze, the ones that looked at me with so much silent demand, so much desire… The same black eyes that I loved.
I pushed Trunks away. He looked at me with a face full of disbelief. "I don't want you." I whispered gently.
He gawped at me. A million thoughts passed across his face and heart. "W…what?"
"I don't want you." I said decidedly but softly. "Not like this… I'm sorry."
He gave me one last look, then pulled away with a frustrated scowl. I frowned back deeply. "What about Marron, Trunks? Don't you care about her? Isn't she your love?"
He suddenly spun back around to face me, catching my mouth in another of his seductive and well practised kisses. His hands moved to my dress, eagerly beginning to push it up my body. "I want to be the first to…" He whispered in my ear. "I want to be your first…"
I froze under his touch. The arrogant…! I pushed him away again, sharper this time. "I don't want you." I said for the third time. I couldn't do this to Vegeta… I don't care if he would do the same thing to me. I wouldn't do this.
Trunks looked at me once more, his ocean blue eyes frozen to ice. He roughly pushed past me, storming away. I watched him leave, one of my best friends. How many more people would I have to hurt? Must I choose between my heart and my family? I quickly ran out of the room, slamming straight into the solid form of my father. He glared at me. "Where have you been?"
"To the bathroom." I partially lied.
His hands took me by my shoulders. "Were you with him?"
"He's downstairs. Look for yourself!"
My father's face registered this, and calmed slightly. "If you're lying…"
"I'm not! I just wanted to find the bathroom!"
There was a silence between us. "We're going home." He declared.
"What…?"
He took me by the wrist. "I can't take this flirtation that has been going on between you. We're going home."
"We've only been here half an hour! And I haven't been flirting with him!" I protested.
"We're going home, and that's the final word, Pan!" he snapped, dragging me down the hall. He pulled me past all the other guests discretely, and towards the door.
"Gohan, Pan?" Are you leaving again?" Videl exclaimed. Everyone turned around to look at us.
My father straightened. "Pan feels ill again. I'm driving her home."
I wasn't going to be pulled home again. "I feel fine." I spoke up.
My father looked at me with surprise and horror. "What…?"
"I feel fine." I reassured firmly. My father paused, thinking his options over. He put a hand on my forehead.
"You've got a fever. I know you don't want to miss the party, but you're not well." He said all too firmly.
"I feel absolutely okay!" I snapped defiantly, my glare meeting his.
My mother stepped forward. She felt my forehead as well. She frowned at Gohan. "She feels perfectly normal!"
Gohan looked around at all the sceptical faces. "If you're sure…" he said through gritted teeth. Everyone began talking again, and I tried to move away. "Pan…I'd rather you stayed here." He growled.
I paused obediently, knowing I would be reprimanded for my little stunt. Vegeta was smirking at me. He leant against the opposite wall, staying close. My father growled irritably, showing the Saiyan side he rarely revealed.
I gazed at Vegeta, something not even my father could prevent. Was this worth it? All this trouble and distrust? Vegeta continued to trail his eyes down me, like my father, keeping me close and in his sights. I felt the tension build up between the two males, both trying to protect and dominate me in different ways, but with the same effect. I felt safer with Vegeta near. He brought some kind of comfort.
As I gazed at him, my brows furrowed slightly. Would I ever be able to be near him again, to touch him, be close to him? Or was this, as my father had demanded it should be, 'the end'? So many times I had tried to block everything out, tried to not feel. But it came back to me stronger. I knew one thing for certain. I was confused. I felt alone, although I was surrounded by so many people. Vegeta had told me about Saiyan bonds and how strong they were. Something was pulling me to him, something I couldn't quite understand or recognize. Yet the other end was hazy… I didn't know my way.
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I sat on my bed, my nightgown ruffled at my knees. I slowly climbed into my bed, pulling my covers snugly around me to my neck. I banished all my worries from my mind, willing sleep to claim me. I was dozing when I felt the cool breeze on my cheeks. I opened my eyes in the dim light. I was shocked to see a figure in my room. I sat up abruptly, holding my covers against me, afraid. As the figure moved closer I gasped.
Vegeta was silhouetted by the moonlight from my billowing open window. He had compressed his ki once again, obviously he had come through my window. He moved towards me, and my eyes widened. He sat beside me, his hand trailing down the side of my face, not saying a word. I shivered nervously at the familiar gesture, but not by his hand. I sighed with contentment. There was so much I wanted to say to him. And so much I wanted to know… questions I needed to be answered. But he didn't spoke a word. He drew me towards him and kissed my lips softly.
I was conscious of the tears at the corners of my eyes. "He said I wasn't allowed to come near you. He wants this to be over."
Vegeta took a moment to reply. "Do you want it to be over? Is that your desire?" He asked, his voice calm but questioning.
I couldn't answer. My fingers trailed his bare arm, tracing his firm muscles. "I'm hurting them."
"Who? Your father?"
"If I follow my heart, it hurts everyone." I said. "I feel… I'm just confused." I needed an answer from him. I need him to be able to tell me if it this was right, although I knew it was terribly wrong
Vegeta looked hesitant. "Is this where your heart leads?" He asked me, no hint of mockery at my weak emotions.
My gaze and voice were somehow steady as I spoke. "…Yes."
Vegeta's lips curved into a smirk. He leaned close to my ear. "Then fuck everyone else..." he purred.
I'd never forget his face as long as I live. It wasn't just lust, or passion… it was something else. We clung to each other as he held my mouth with his hot kisses and moved in a defiant and mind blowing rhythm. I dizzily played my tongue with his. The bed covers fell off around us, the sheet in tatters beneath us. My hands gripped tighter around him, fiercely not ever wanting to let him go. As we hit our peak, He threw his head back and cried out hoarsely, the muscles in his back growing taunt. A shiver ran up me inside and I trembled. Vegeta's hands running through my damp hair. I brushed my fingertips over his back, feeling him tremble from my touch. I could feel his warmth fill me, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him. I lay my head against his shoulder above me, closing my eyes.
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I sat up in bed quickly, holding the tattered sheets over my naked body. My white net curtains billowed in a glimmering arc in the breeze of my open window. My father looked like he was about to explode. He strode over to me and took me by the shoulders, shaking me with rage. "He was here, wasn't he? He fucked you didn't he?" he screamed at me. I began to sob, ashamed off my state. "Well did he?"
I wept, my face burning with shame and fear. I had never heard him talk like this! He shook me again. "How dare he…" He seethed. "I'll kill him!"
Vegeta was gone again… but he had held me so tight, and had kissed down my neck as I'd drifted off to sleep… My father was still raving. His expression was mad with rage, and his grip on my arms was beginning to hurt.
"I can't believe you would have so much dishonour… I told you to stay away from him! I told him not to come near you… not to do this to you again…" Gohan put his hand over his forehead for a moment not looking at me. I was lost in my thoughts. I remembered Vegeta's trembling body on mine. It was so erotic… so much deeper that time… I wanted to cry out loud. Why did he leave me…again?
I felt a stinging slap on my jaw. My father was looking at me with pain in his eyes. "Why did you let him…again?" He pleaded with me. "He doesn't deserve to be with you… You're too precious... especially for him to be touching you like that!"
My head was spinning, and my cheek throbbed with pain. He'd hit me… Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over me. I leapt from my bed and ran to the bathroom. My father ran after me, and I fell on my knees, throwing up violently. Gohan stood in the doorway, his face as pale as a sheet. I wretched, throwing up again. My father was then at my side, rubbing my back reassuringly. My hand instinctively moved over my abdomen as I recovered. My father froze, watching me. I felt as his hand slid to my abdomen, holding his hand against it curiously. I looked up at him again, and our gazes locked.
"The bastard…" Gohan swore under his breath with a growl.
I was once again confined to my room all day like a prisoner. I curled up on my bed on my side, my hand lying on my stomach. Was it true? Was I pregnant? Why had I never suspected this? All those times we had… how many times he had been with me without protection… My mind began to play with the possibilities. A baby at my age? How would I care for it? Would my father tell anyone it was Vegeta's? …What would Vegeta think?
My door was opened and my father stood there. "Downstairs with me, now." He ordered. I followed obediently. "Where's Mum?"
"Out with Bulma." He replied, emphasizing Bulma's name.
We walked outside, and he took off into the air motioning for me to follow. I did. We flew, and knew where we were heading; Capsule Corp. We landed near the back, at a part hardly anyone used, where Dr Briefs kept his old labs. We went into one of the labs. "Lie down on here." He indicated a medi-bed, propped with cushions. I nervously sat down on it, leaning back on the cushions. I noticed a screen in front of me, and a machine. I began to feel really afraid.
Gohan held a medical scanner in his hand. He pushed up the hem of my T-shirt, running the scanner over my flat stomach. My eyes widened as the screen jumped into life, an image appearing sections as the scanner moved along me. I recognized the image, it was an ultrasound. My father paused, deep in concentration as he analyzed the screen. He froze, his hand beginning to shake. I saw what was the matter. In the middle, there was the small blip, almost like a deformed blob. It looked horrendously out of place. My father cursed under his breath, pacing the room.
I touched my abdomen. "I'm pregnant?" I felt full of unexplainable emotions. As I looked at the darkened blob on the screen, I decided I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. My father stopped to watch me, and his face fell at my reaction. He quickly pulled out his cell phone, and pressed a quick dial number.
"Son Gohan..." he talked into the person on the other end. "I'd like to confirm that appointment I made earlier today…. 8:00pm? Yes, Thank you." He hung up, looking at me meaningfully. I knew what the appointment was!
"You're aborting it."
"No! Like hell I will!"
He strode up to me, grabbing my wrists tightly. "Son Pan! You're getting rid of that bastards' child, do you hear me?" He shook me. "Do you understand?"
"No! I won't kill the baby! I won't have it murdered." I winced as he struck me across the cheek again. I clenched my eyes shut. "I won't kill my baby, I won't kill my baby…" I chanted in retaliation, tears streaming down my face. He dragged me up from the bed and hauled out of the room, me screaming and struggling. How could he do this? How could he force me to kill it?
We stopped as a presence appeared in front of us. I looked up. Vegeta stood before us, his arms folded, glaring at my father, and my father glaring back at him.
"She's pregnant with your baby!" Gohan snarled at the other man.
Vegeta's expression changed. His eyes darted to lock onto mine.
"She's getting rid of it." Gohan finished. Vegeta's gaze was still on mine as he eyed me critically. With a dissatisfied snort, he looked away, as if there were more interesting things to look at. Without so much as a backwards glance, He began to walk away from me. Something inside of me crumbled with devastation. "Vegeta!" I screamed, tears blurring my eyes. "Vegeta!" My father's arms gripped mine, restraining me. Vegeta… They're going to kill our baby! Don't you care? I struggled in my father's grip, but he was far stronger than I. Vegeta didn't care… All this time, all we had experienced, and I was just the naïve brat he'd taken me for.
I was suddenly no longer angry. My balled fists relaxed, my head lowering. I sobbed out loud for my grief. I had lost the respect of my father for nothing, and now the small flicker of life inside of me was going to be extinguished. My hand moved to rest on my abdomen, my father giving my arm enough freedom now that he felt my lack of resistance. Vegeta was gone. And now I had to pay the price.