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This Chapter is Rated M
Chapter 5
Pan studied herself in the mirror. Her long hair, flat chest, tiny waist, skinny arms and legs- toned none the less, due to their constant training. She had no signs of growth yet, and from what she had researched- without Trunks' knowledge, most girls her age were fairly developed already.
"This will work. I can pass as a boy and no one would be the wiser." She tried to picture herself wearing Trunks' old clothing, and her hair short- lifting it up to try and get an idea of what her face would look like. "It will work. Trunks is finally letting me help. I can't let him down… ever!"
A knock on the door startled her. She scrambled to find her favourite old T-shirt of Trunks' to cover her form. "Hm…" She noticed that it was barely covering her bottom; she must've grown a few inches at least. She searched in one of the drawers for some sweatpants, quickly slipping them on before calling for Trunks to enter.
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Trunks looked around her room after he stepped in. Pan was fairly neat, but not very girly. It could be due to their limited supplies. Then again, after the females' death he had to take charge- getting her clothing and so on... and with him not allowing her out, he usually chose jeans, shorts and t-shirts… He would usually go at night, too… wearing a hat and glasses, but things were becoming too risky these days, and he needed much more than a few items of clothing and toiletries.
He sighed and rested his eyes on hers. He could see how enthusiastic she was about her new role. He hadn't seen her glow like this in years. Even though he had his doubts, plus a bad feeling lurking in his gut, he couldn't deny her this- He couldn't go back on his word.
"I thought we'd see how you look in some of these clothes. I tried to find as many as I could without the Capsule Logo, and in a few days' time, you can go out and get some new ones. We don't want to raise suspicion… I also want to know if you're absolutely sure about this, and cutting your hair?"
She took the clothes from him and nodded. "I'm positive, Trunks. You've done so much already, and with my help we may get done faster… You also take care of me and teach me- I know I've been a brat lately, and I'm sorry. It's just so frustrating sometimes… you know? I had some time to think about it-"
Trunks was surprised by this, she hardly shared her feelings with him… "Angel, I-"
She held up her hand. "I had some time to think about it. I know I haven't been fair." She blinked rapidly. "This afternoon, I was sitting outside, watching you and it hit me…" She wiped some tears which escaped. "You do all this for me. All the sacrifices you make- all your hard work. Watching you, working silently… alone…"
He bit his lip as he tried to keep his own emotions in check. He always knew that behind her childish façade, she was wise beyond her years, yet, always blinded by her anger and determination in wanting her own way.
She placed the clothing on her bed and walked towards him. "I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner, blame it on my selfishness- always wanting my own way." She wrapped her arms around his middle. "I love you Trunks-Kun, and I want you to know that you're not alone."
He smiled. "I knew that all along, Angel… I've just learnt that sometimes it's best to give you time and space. I will admit that I do feel pretty lonely at times." He squeezed her shoulders, and gently pushed her back. "Don't worry about me okay… Let's get started, so we can start our new adventure. I'll leave you to try on the clothes before we cut your hair…
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Pan ran her fingers through her short hair. It felt so weird, yet light and refreshing. "I could get used to this." She uttered, turning her head from side to side while looking at the mirror. It wasn't as straight as Trunks'. Rather, wild and pointy, and reached just above her ears.
"I do hope it grows back soon…" Trunks glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
"You don't like it?"
He shrugged. "It's great, but I prefer you with long hair…"
Her heart fluttered. What was that!? Maybe it's all the nerves, and I am a bit hungry...
Trunks sighed, unaware of the effect his words had. "Okay, get dressed and we can discuss your trip into Town."
"Yes sir," she saluted.
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She stood in front of the hardware store, clad in dark jeans, red t-shirt, beige jacket and combat boots. "Now… let's see bolts, nuts… she looked at the list of items, some of them had the sizes next to it." She scratched her head in confusion… I should've paid more attention while Trunks was working on the ship. Guess I could ask the clerk for help."
She entered the store, looking around and saw three men talking lowly in the back. She continued down a few aisles before making her way to them, and cleared her throat.
"Can I help you, boy?" One of them asked.
She sighed inwardly; the plan was working so far… "Err, yes. M-My-" Come on, Pan… think fast! "Err, my dad-" She cringed lightly at the thought of Trunks being her dad, "gave me this list of things I need to buy. Can you help me?"
"Sure… Ain't you a bit young to be out on your own?"
"No sir, I'm fifteen." She lied. Well, technically, she would be fifteen in two weeks, so it wasn't really a lie…
The man eyed her suspiciously, but shrugged it off… wasn't his problem anyway, as long as he made the sale. "Let's see that list then." He had most of it in stock. "I have to order some of these parts, it may take a few days. We deliver, or I could call your dad when it arrives."
"N-No, that won't be necessary… I will be back, my dad and I are building a racing car, so I'm sure I'll be by often enough.
"Your choice…" He rang up her order.
"Thank you kindly." She took the box. Trunks had made sure not to give her too much to carry back until he was sure they could use capsules. She hurried out of the store, her body trembling as she blew out a shaky breathe. She had survived the first run…
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"How did it go?" Trunks took the box, checking the parts."
"I was a bit nervous, but it went well… They thought I was a boy. I have to go back in a few days for some of the items they have to order in…"
"You did great, Angel. As expected..." He praised, even though he had his doubts.
"So, I can do more, right? We're going to need more parts and food… and clothes-"
Trunks chuckled. "We're going to need a lot more, our stock is almost depleted." He scratched the back of his head. "Here, these capsules house empty containers- Have you checked if they're still selling capsules?"
"Yes, I went to a few stores that still stocked them, even passed some windows that were advertising… The hardware store seemed to have an endless amount, Trunks. How's that possible?"
"Hm, I know there were thousands in the warehouses… probably why." Trunks mused. "Capsule is abandoned, and I'm sure someone must've taken over at the workshops and labs, distributing it and so on…"
"That's stealing! They killed Bulma-San, and now they raiding what's left of her legacy!"
Trunks stroked her short hair. "It's okay, Angel. We'll set things right…"
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A year passed by and Pan continued monthly- sometimes weekly trips, to various stores, the hardware store being the most frequent. Her visits swift, just in and out as Trunks had instructed- making as little contact with people as possible.
It was on one particular trip to the hardware store when everything spiralled…
The sixteen-year-old continued down the aisles, adjusting the baseball cap on her head. She had familiarised herself with the store, and Trunks drew sketches and taught her the names of the various parts he would need, so she didn't need to keep asking as her voice wasn't deep enough at her age.
The three men were now used to the skinny 'boy' coming to buy supplies and ignored her most of the time. They had asked on one occasion why it was taking so long to build a racing car… Pan had told them that her father had fallen ill, and they had to postpone…
"So, Michael, how was the trip to The Briefs' house? It's been years since any of us had been out that way. What brought this on?"
Pan froze, but quickly came to her senses. Staying within earshot, but remained unseen.
"Well, you know a few years back there had been rumours that things were disappearing, I'm sure it was Trunks… But then it died down, and there were no further disturbances. I went to inform the patrols that they no longer needed to be there. I doubt he'll be coming back."
"Do you think Trunks is still out there somewhere? And that young girl… we never found her either." Daniel inquired.
"They're probably dead by now… Trunks is easily distinguishable, and I doubt he would send a young girl into a pack of wolves. They could not have survived after all these years… Who knows what effects those drugs his mother was injecting him with had done after he couldn't get his hands on more. He may have even gone insane and slaughtered the girl himself." Michael explained…
"Yeah, I reckon so…" Robert replied. They readily believed anything Michael told them. "I say we did the right thing by killing Bulma and the rest. Look how peaceful it's been since…"
Pan shook with rage as she listened to them boast about killing her family. She had to keep her temper at bay, or all this would've been for naught. She dropped the spanner and made her way to the exit, her ki rising drastically… She had to calm down before Trunks sensed her.
"Hey, boy… Did you need help?"
"Sorry, I forgot something… I'll come back later." She called out, not bothering to turn for fear of what she might do. Wavering as she pushed passed the doors.
"Strange one that…" Michael shook his head, and the others agreed- as expected, before continuing their conversation.
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She knew it would be hard going back, but she had to act as normal as possible, especially around Trunks. He was so relieved that he could trust her, and always praised her for doing so well… She didn't want to cause him any despair. Yet, she felt like she was going crazy. Images of their faces- Michaels face, the man behind it all… was imprinted in her mind- invaded her dreams. Revenge was all she could think about… How much longer could she cope with this secret and pretence…? She hoped Trunks would finish soon, but he said it would still be a few months maybe a year or so… He had to build some of the parts from nothing, and it was prolonging things further.
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"Damn boobs," the now seventeen-year-old muttered, wiggling them to fit into her tank top correctly. She stared at her reflection, an eyebrow raised, "rather late than never, eh?"
She had finally hit puberty just under a year ago. One night she had no breasts, and then the next morning- bam there they were. She knew Trunks could tell by the way he glanced at her chest, but never once did he say something. It almost made her feel defeated... Did she want him to say something about them?
"Angel...?" a knock on her door drew her attention.
Quickly, Pan gathered her hair into a pony tail. It wasn't as long as it used to be, but it did reach her shoulders. Opening her door, she saw Trunks leaning against the door frame, a small smile playing on his lips. Pan felt something in her stomach tighten when she saw his eyes glance downward for a second.
"We need some supplies," he finally spoke.
Pan smiled brightly. "I'm your girl..."
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Pan tiptoed around her room, quietly… Her heart was beating frantically inside of her chest, and adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She had made up her mind… Tonight was the night for revenge.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw herself in the full-length closet mirror. She was wearing one of Trunks' shirts that she had borrowed some time ago... it was white and button-up. She could faintly see bright red undergarments through it. A frown found its way onto her face… it would all be over with soon.
Careful to not make a sound, Pan walked to Trunks' room. His was almost right beside hers, and she was cautious about waking her friend. If he woke up and saw the way she was dressed- there was really no telling what he would think she was up to. But, if he woke up, and figured out her plan- she would be doomed. He just wouldn't understand that this was something that she had to do.
Pan found his sword resting beside his nightstand. He always kept it nearby in case he needed it. She picked it up, and slung it over her shoulder, watching Trunks the whole time. He didn't stir once, and she let out a silent sigh. Fearing that he would wake up, she walked out of his room and to the exit of their bunker.
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The cool summer air tousled her hair. The sea surrounding the island looked dark except for the reflection of the full moon shining down on it. Pan looked up at the shining stars. What would her family say about what she was fixing to do, if they were still alive? Surely, they would understand. She hoped Trunks would understand when he found out...
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Michael's eyes shot open when he felt the weight of something on him. It startled him, until he made out the outline of a girl. Frantically, he reached over to turn on the lamp resting on his nightstand. The girl was beautiful- with jet black hair and matching eyes. She had a soft, playful smile lurking on her lips. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place her.
"Who are you?"
"Shh," the girl's lips curved up into a smirk. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, revealing nothing more than a red bra holding her plentiful bust, and a teasing pair of panties.
Michael could feel himself harden. What was a beautiful girl like her doing in his room...? And dressed like that?
Slowly, she started moving her hips. A hand came up and she raked her dark hair seductively. "I've been watching you for quite some time..." She said huskily.
"Y-you have?" He was starting to sweat. He grabbed her hips to push her down lower, but she removed his hands, forcefully.
"Yes," she hissed. She ran her hand up his bare chest before gliding her nails down it, lightly. Michael made a sound from the back of his throat as chills broke out over his body. He sat up, and she grabbed his shoulders tightly. "Who am I?" The girl whispered, moving her hips faster and harder.
"I-I don't know," he panted, trying to kiss her. "You just showed up. Please don't let this be a dream."
"Oh, it's not a dream," she leaned in closer, licking the shell of his ear. He grabbed her hips this time, slamming her on his erection. She could feel it through her thin panties and restrained herself from gagging. Michael was starting to act like an animal.
"I'll tell you who I am," she shoved him away forcefully, her eyes burning with hate. "I'm the little girl you couldn't find!"
"Huh?" Michael looked at her for a second. "Babe, I couldn't care who you are. You're mine now," he went to kiss her.
"I will never be yours!" She yelled, taking Trunks' sword out of its hiding place, stabbing the man in the gut.
Michael's eyes widened. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth. He looked at the girl on his lap...who was she?
"My name is Pan, and you killed my mother, grandmother, and aunt. I'm the little girl you couldn't find- the girl that was with Trunks Briefs! The girl who has been dressing up as a boy and buying supplies at your store!"
"You!" Michael's eyes widened.
"Me!" Pan screeched, tears rolling down her cheeks as she raised Trunks' sword and stabbed Michael in the heart. His body became limp, and his eyes vacant. Pan shook and her hand on the sword handle trembled.
"What did I just do?" She choked on her tears.
In the distance, she could hear voices. The others! They were coming! Feeling her heart in her throat she picked up Trunks' shirt and grabbed the bloody sword. She barely made it out of the window before the others burst into the room.
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Pan fell on her knees inside her old bedroom at Capsule Corp. Her sobs were loud and muffled by her hands. She had tried reaching Trunks, but she was in too much shock to do anything. She couldn't talk, only cry. She rocked herself lightly, glancing at the sword covered in blood. She was a monster!
She let herself fall to the floor, wrapping her arms around herself. Trunks was right, it was best to not do anything. But, she was so blinded by revenge, and now she had killed someone because of it. She was a murderer, just as bad as Michael was.
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Trunks' eyes shot open, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He threw the covers off and looked at the clock- it was just past midnight; he decided to check on Pan.
He went to her room only to discover she wasn't there. He made his way to the kitchen and paused, checking her ki- something he hardly did unless she was off the island. She was at Capsule and her ki was erratic.
Without a second thought, he ran outside and blasted off. On his way he tried to contact her through the wrist watch while keeping tabs on her ki, as well as everything surrounding the building- a bit relieved that she was by herself.
He didn't bother using the secret entrance, instead flew directly to the window belonging to Pan's old room, forcing it open as quietly as possible.
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There she was, huddled in a corner, the faint light of the moon exposing her face. He walked toward her slowly, his eyes falling on the trail of blood- his sword, and a bloody shirt lying next to her.
He kneeled in front of her shaking form, her eyes wide and frighteningly still. "What happened, Pan?"
No response… He looked at her, she was crying, her mouth moving, but no sound could be heard- she was in shock.
He sheathed the bloody sword, tying it across his back, before slinging her over his shoulder. He ran toward the window, climbing out… Levitating outside as he searched for any ki signature's that could be close by. Once he was sure it was clear he released tiny ki blasts into the room, aiming for the bed and furniture, setting the room alight to burn all evidence.
He took off as fast as he could, heading back to the island.
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He went straight to the bathroom, placing her in the shower stall before unhooking the sword. His clothes now drenched in the foreign blood. He bit his lip, knowing he would have to help her get cleaned.
He stripped down to his boxers and climbed in the stall, tuning on the water. He grabbed a cloth and soap and sat beside her. "I'm sorry, Angel…" He ripped her skimpy underwear clean off, and cleaned her as best he could with soap and water trying his best to avoid her lady parts.
Once done, he picked her up and placed her naked form on the toilet seat, the bathroom was quite warm due to the steam… he climbed back in to rinse himself and heard a wretched sobbed… He jumped out quickly and found her clawing her arms, her nails drawing blood… he reached for her just as she tried to scratch her face.
"Calm down, Pan. You're safe now. Want to tell me what happened?"
"Get it off," she whispered trying to break free from his grip. "GET IT OFF." She shrieked over and over.
He figured she was incoherent, probably thinking she was still covered in blood. He picked her up under her arms and stepped back into the stall where he stood holding her upright as she squeezed her fingers against his back, water cascading down them. He closed his eyes, and waited until he felt her go limp in his arms.
He turned the water off, stepping out and flaring his ki, to dry them off. All the while trying to figure out what she could've done that left her in this state, and whose blood she was covered in.
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He carried her to her room and laid her on the bed covering her with the blanket. "Angel…" He caressed her cheek, gently. "Pan… can you here me?"
She sniffed as she continued staring straight ahead. Her earlier actions replaying in her mind as if it were stuck on a loop. She was vaguely aware that Trunks had found her, cleaned her, and placed her into bed… She could hear his voice in the distance calling out to her, and as much as she tried to respond- she couldn't.
He was feeling lost and confused. He was angry- angry that he wasn't paying closer attention to her whereabouts and what she was doing... angry that he hadn't noticed how troubled she was by something... She hid it well, and he trusted her. Now, he didn't know what to think anymore. He needed to know the truth… He had to bring her back from this trance-like state, so she could explain the situation.
Without thinking he moved his face above hers, searching her void eyes. Then he did something he hoped he wouldn't regret later- He kissed her firmly on the lips, until he felt her responding…