AN: Here it is. The Chapter I have been formulating for months. Thanks so much for your patience and support! It hits on all the aspects of the plott line so it was difficult to get everything in there. Almost like a jigsaw puzzle. This is as close to perfect as it's going to getsoEnjoy! R&R!
I pushed closer to my knees. What was this feeling in my stomach? It was like I wanted to puke and scream; like being hit in the gut repeatedly. The darkness around me pulled me to my senses and I started to meditate deeper than I ever had before. I could hear the thoughts of the people at the club.
I didn't mean to.
You meant it. You planned it. You're a whore. I hate you don't you get that. I…
The flow of thoughts was interrupted when the lights came on, dashing all of my concentration.
"Heshema?" a male voice almost shouted, but brought his voice down just in time.
I felt my eyes grow hot as I looked up into the eyes of Goten.
"How did you get here?"
"I needed help and… I just… I thought of you… and I disappeared into the darkness." I muttered with a weird quake in my voice. "Goten… What's wrong with me?"
"What happened?" Goten enquired taking a seat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I fell into his arms as he touched me. I lay there for a moment just shaking. Where should I start?
The Club
Trunks and I arrived at the club in good time. The club was found in what to the naked eye looked like an abandoned warehouse. The door slat was pulled open slowly. Trunks coughed and immediately the door was pulled wide open.
"My boy," The man inside exclaimed pulling Trunks into his arms. "Where have you been? It's been ages since you've come this way, and with a guest none the less." He stated this last looking at me. "What can I do for you, anything you name it?"
Trunks simply smiled and nodded my way. "This girl is special in every way."
"As you wish, but that doesn't seem your style son." The man opened the inner door letting in the blasting beat of the music further inside. As the door behind me closed I turned toward Trunks and caught a glimpse of his amazing smile before the door completely closed and sealed us in darkness. I was left with the beat of the music and Trunks's hand leading me forward.
"Why so many doors? Why is it so dark?"
"The club is triple sealed. The first is to keep out those who don't belong. The second door is to sound proof the area. The third door again to make sure there is no time in which the music can be heard. There are no ceiling lights except in the first room." Trunks explained.
"Who was that man?"
"He is the owner. He owes me his club and he knows it. I saved it from a group of unhappy men." He answered pulling me closer.
"Why were they unhappy?"
"Enough Questions." He answered putting his soft fingers across my quaking lips. "We're here."
He opened the door to loud music and blaring lights. The colors of the DJ's lights reflected off of the mirrors on the walls and the silver sequins on the girls' dresses. Everyone paused a moment to gaze in our direction. The women started dancing again in a split second. It took Trunks pulling me closer to his chest for the men to get the idea. I was off limits.
Trunks only had a few minutes with me by the time Marron and Sharpner headed over to us. Marron had a gleam in her eyes, where Sharpner had a look of pure lust, aimed directly at me. The look on Trunks's face clearly stated how "glad" he was to see them. He flipped his head, shaking his hair in front of his beautiful eyes.
"Can I help you?" He stated coyly.
"You can help me." Marron answered with a rise of her eyebrows and a step in his direction. Trunks looked distressed as I looked up to him.
"Trunks?" I spoke soft and innocent. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said looking down to me and trying to smile. I searched his eyes and was lead into his mind. Not now. She can't do this now. "Lets dance." The music hummed in the background as we danced.
What you want I can be…I'm the girl of your fantasy…
As long as you love me…
What you want… I can do… all I ask of you…
Is baby you love me…The dancers nearest us stilled as I danced. Trunks pulling my body closer as I slid across his hips. I was almost toying with him and he seemed to know it. As a circle grew around us I pulled away from Trunks. The lights came my way making the circle light up as if on fire. I moved my body making the shadows dance with seductive grace. My body started to lose all sense of nervousness and pulled into a dance all its own.
Some boys want fruity toys but I'm so much more…Can't you see that I'm a girl you can trust…
Get real with how you feel or I'm out that door…
Is it love or is it only a crush…
Trunks was finally drawn to me and pulled me close. I could feel the quake in his body as he danced his arms around my body. He hadn't been expecting me to push him to the brink of desire. How could he have? I was an innocent.
What you want I can be…I'm the girl of your fantasy…
As long as you love me…
What you want… I can do… all I ask of you…
Is baby you love me…
The lights pulled away as the song died and the motion of my body came to a close against Trunks's chest. And this time his smile was valid.
"What the hell are you thinking?" A voice rang out from the shadows. Gohan came at us with an expression of shear anger. "I knew I shouldn't leave such a treasure in the hands of a punk."
"She chose to come with me." Trunks returned pulling me to our corner.
"Really was it a choice or one of your games."
I could only look on as Gohan and Trunks argued like their fathers before them.
"I'm taking her home. There she won't be pulled into what she isn't ready for and doesn't understand." Gohan took my hand and lead me from the club. Through the first door and into the darkness again left with the thump of the music in my ears.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What?" Gohan responded as I pulled my hand from his. "I just don't want to see you hurt."
"I can take care of it myself. I understand your compassion, but I need to handle myself. I need to know who I am!" I answered back my voice stable and hard.
"Trunks is a very unique person. He could hurt you in ways your not thinking about. I need to protect you from that."
"Don't you trust me to take care of myself? Everyone wants to help me and no one seems to realize I'm relearning myself. I know what to do if I get into trouble. Even your little brother has made it his job to protect me." I looked to him. He was giving off a glow lighting up the room. I held my hand to him. "I'll come to you if I need help. Okay."
He took my hand releasing the light from his hand the flash startled both of us, but I knew… I had seen it twice before.
My body quaked in the familiar weird feeling of power passing through my veins. "Thank you Gohan." I turned and headed back into the club. Followed silently by Gohan, my guardian.
I headed to the corner, but there was no sign of Trunks. Sharpner came over to me smiling.
"You're back I was afraid I wouldn't get a chance to dance with you myself." His smile widened further.
"Where's Trunks?" I asked making him smile even more.
"He's in the back room." He said taking my hand. I pulled my hand away but followed nonetheless. "Here," he said pointing to a door.
I moved slowly, something wasn't right. I turned the handle and pulled. The door slid easily with little resistance and no sound could be heard over the thump of the music. Inside was a Victorian bed frame wrapped with a sun-bleached red sheet. Trunks was lying on his stomach on the bed, his jacket on the floor. The music now sounding in the room turned Trunks's attention to the door where I stood. The woman beneath him moved to get a view as well. Her face was unmistakable. Marron!
I looked around the room taking in more of the situation every second. Marron's dress hung from the bed's curtain rod. Trunks's pants lay in disarray at the foot of the bed. I looked to Trunks's face. He looked startled. He didn't understand what was happening.
"Heshema?" I felt a gloss of water cross my cheek and as I turned to leave it fell to the floor.
The door slid shut behind me. The music, once rhythmic and fun turned into a bat beating against my chest. I ran to the door. I longed for the darkness to overwhelm me. I reached the door only to be pulled back by my arm. I turned to look into the loving eyes of Gohan. He looked just as upset as I was.
"I'm sorry." I said pulling away and dodging into the dark room.
My head began to spin; my heart was pulled with too many emotions. I needed someone I could trust. And putting my hand across my forehead I was taken to Goten.