Liaisons
Pardon the Interruption
They had transformed the Huang Lo Muah hotel into a canopy of sparkling stars. The motif was sliver and black and dark midnight blue. All accented the white line tables set with glassware, balloons and water vases of jasmine blossoms and silver decorative flora.... Pan had seen better at one of Bulma's affairs but the star canopy above the ball room was what gave her a small thrill... it reminded her of the observation deck from the Grand Tour. It was nostalgic, it reminded her of Trunks.
For the first time in a while she was thinking of Trunks and how he made her feel before Baby happened. Before that time she had idolized him. When the Tuffle infused with Trunks he had become harsh, cold, and seductive. Then more recently in the months that had past was Trunks, forward, angered, withdrawn, sweet, confused.... He had become such a paradox that she couldn't keep up. He tired her and though she found joy in Ryan- that paled to Trunks at times...
Pan mentally shook herself. Tonight would be on of those illuminated nights....
Though so much of the evening reminded her of the Saiyian, Ryan's smile and sweet adoration made her feel alive and free. This was going to be ok- she prayed and repeated over again...
It might have been unwise for Trunks to follow Pan to the dance itself... which is why he was at the other hotel that Bra and company had commandeered for Pan. He had found the scribbled memo on a heart shaped sticky pad in her room:
Mu Shen Maikee
Wine, Fruit, Cheese, confirmed....
Room 1809
Pan 9 pm
Trunks sighed; the dance was set to end at 10. He left the room after the provisions had been delivered. He had looked at the scene before him and thought of how it might be played out... it brought too many disturbing thoughts to mind. He left the hotel's front entrance and scouted for a place to wait. He tried desperately, but to think of the great choice Bra had made of picking out this place...made him wish that this was for them...
Over the loud hum of booming music, Pan leaned over, to yell in Ryan's ear, "Are you ready for our private party?" Pan smiled seductively over her coke giving Ryan a downward turn of her eyes...
However, Ryan had to yell back, "What?"
"Our Private Party! Are you ready to leave?" she yelled again looking him in the eye making sure he could see what she said.
Ryan checked his watch and read the time of 8:30. They had been at the dance for 2 ½ hours. He had no objections to leaving.
Pan had hinted that she wanted to give him a surprise, though he wasn't sure- but when the private party came up he began to ponder her intentions...
Most of his friends were convorting in the same manner, after all it was a free night for most of them and Pan didn't mention a curfew....
"So Pan, when do you have to be home?" he asked
Pan smiled, but replied, "I don't."
At that she winked at him. He could feel the blush of excitement coursed through him.
They left the hotel, and Pan hailed a cab. Ryan's was very bemused. They had a short ride and found them left off at another one...
He was embarrassed at first- when Pan began to lead them though the hotel lobby, he hesitated.... but Pan kept moving toward the elevators, and he was a little relived not to have to register here...
They rode in silence to the 18th floor; Ryan could feel the sway of the building as they left the elevator.
He figured they would have a room, he wondered how many of their friends were possibly there already.... But Pan definitely surprised him when he entered the suite...
He noticed some wine chilling and didn't hesitate to proffer her a drink, which she took anxiously as he downed one and poured himself another.
She watched him slowly sip the second glass and she reconciled with her conscience. She had brought them this far, the rest was up to him, because at this point she was out of her league.
Still the silence was not deafening as one might imagine it was a mere whisper of things to come... One thing for sure, Pan was very happy that the bed was not in the same room they were in. She didn't think she would have been quite as collected if they bed was in front of her at this moment.
To give herself a breather, glass in hand, she went to open the balcony door. She stepped out for a moment and looked up at the sky. She knew it would remind her of Goku and Trunks... she didn't care... she needed their courage. She only felt calm when she viewed the heavens and they were on her mind.... Trunks was safe in that context. She almost wished though that she smoked, only to calm herself more.
Ryan, after a moment, gathered his sense and from up behind Pan whispered in her ear, "come inside."
She joined him in the living room and they began to kiss.
In the dark, piercing azure eyes caught every movement. Serendipity, allowed Pan to open the doors. Doors which would give taste sight and sound over to a Saiyians' senses.
Blackness of the night feel over the blue orbs as he saw Pan turned and smile. The blood boiled deeply as the unaware pair shared a passionate kiss...
Pan ended the kiss and tore off to the bathroom, "Ill be right back!"
She meant to change into her 'Bra' surprise every pun intended. She giggled at her own joke.
Ryan was bemused and very pleased. He looked rather distinguished for an 18 year old. And he was pretty sure they were going to have a special moment. What more could make this night any more perfect? He asked himself. Pan was too adorable for words. He really loved her spontaneity. As he waited for her return, he stepped out unto the balcony to peer at the view. Looking beyond the blackness he caught glimpse of someone up and out in the sky. He rubbed his eyes to be sure, and then noticed that whatever it was, its hands had begun to glow.
Trunks drifted closer to the building, and his figure became clearer and defined. Though Ryan could at this point tell who it was; couldn't form a coherent thought as he peered at the glowing hands and blue eyes.
Pan, feeling the approaching Ki, burst from the bathroom without adding the kimono wrap for the black negligee Bra had forced on her.
Ryan knew she was behind him, but couldn't turn around, Trunks added a growl to his illuminated presence.
Pan raised her own Ki in defense intending to protect Ryan if need be. Her main goal however, was to kick Trunks ass for being here of all places!
"Dende, Trunks! What is your problem?"
Ryan hesitated for a minute, ready to leave fast; He kissed Pan on the cheek- which only encouraged another growl from Trunks, which scared him even more. And just as surprisingly, Pan fired a small ball at Trunks- an attention getter.
Ryan left. Whatever Trunks Briefs was, Pan was the same. If that light show was any indication- no one would believe him he doubted – so he ran off, not even worrying about Pan's safety- no wonder why she was a loner for so long. Their friends would label her a freak- as some did.
He would speak to her later, without the flaming hands- Richest Man in the world- jeesh, "Kami"
"I guess that's my cue." Gohan said to Dende-
"Anytime Gohan- Goodnight."
Gohan saluted his friend and went home. He had seen enough- He allowed Pan her time and now he would allow for Trunks. He wondered if this would be the change they all been expecting, or not. He laughed anyhow. Either way he might get to beat on Trunks for a bit. Hurting Pan having Pan- a beating was coming – it was the principle of the matter.
Pan had a look of disbelief on her face. "Thanks Trunks" dejected.
Trunks powered down aware that Pan was not acting like her bratty self; then realized that she hadn't really been bratty for a long time. How had he failed to see this- the problems had been him all along?
But Trunks was still cocky....
"You're welcome. I just can't see you throwing yourself away like that."
"What is it to you? You don't want me that way- it's my business- my choice you made yours."
Pan could kick herself for excusing him as to encourage his reaction.
Elsewhere....
"Well Bra do you think we should call them?" asked Marron worriedly.
"Nah- too bad you can't read Ki as well as us." responded.
Bra.
Her pink nails drumming on her mouth as she concentrated ... a slow smirk brightened her consternation.
"Well..." Marron was waiting patiently – aware that Bra knew and infinite more than she as to who was where....
"It's just Trunks and Pan."
Marron's eyes widened... only Trunks and Pan she thought, "That's all? Where is Ryan?" she asked.
"My guess my brother ran him off!"
"How did you know....?" Marron realized that Bra was so nonchalantly and that she knew more about this then what she was sensing...
"Easily, I am the Princess of all Saiyians."
"Oh Dende you are bright." Marron rolled her eyes and deciphered Bra... Bra had a hand in this somehow....
"Pan whatever choices you think I have made or not- are really my concern," Trunks took an indignant approach.
"You know what Trunks, Fuck off!" her fists clinched at her sides and her stance was wide and preparing for a fight—He was so condescending; making her go from loving him when he was Trunks her Trunks.... to this Trunks, Mr. Know it all- only his knowledge mattered!
"If you can't handle my truth – you don't have to revert to immaturity, Pan."
"Me? That's rich! You have frustrated me, toyed with me, and belittled me. I have every right to throttle you for your treatment of me- be glad that this is only my language that has come forth... (then more menacingly) instead of my fists."
"Hnnh- as if you could hurt me!" Trunks regretted those words as soon as they slipped- he felt guilty for his part in all of this- he was mostly to blame. But he didn't want her to say it- his thoughts were interrupted though...
"Well- Trunks- even if I couldn't I don't think that any of our parents would be so happy if they knew my fists might not be enough- but I bet my dad's would do the job."
Gohan- Trunks thought – he finished thinking about it... but this angered him... How dare she threaten him- well deserved or not- he hadn't done anything except hold back, restrain himself- "you didn't complain so much at those times Pan- I actually believe you liked it!"
He moved so close to her ear – his tongue flickered as he spoke again, "I know you loved it- begging me for more- wanting me to touch you – like before..."
Her moan was half in anger the other in ecstasy of a forgotten moment. But he was doing it again playing that part and the duality of Trunks. Or was it just her?
Her breaths were long and hard as she controlled her angry Ki- Her power was spiking. She wanted to hurt him like he had hurt her – left her so empty and more so now with his taunting...
"Trunks you fuck. Why would I want more of your empty promises- I don't think you have in you to carry out what you start." At this she pulled away form him- somehow she appeared to be looking down on him... She flared her energy and exuded a domineering yet challenging look.
Then she smirked- A Vegeta smirk- but like the ones that the Son's would get when pushed to anger.
It left him speechless. Pan had control. "Actually Trunks, I bet you are just afraid."
Taking the bait, "Afraid of what?" he asked. Ha!"
"Oh yes, afraid that you couldn't please a Saiyian woman!"
That word passed her lips when completely transformed- short pixie hair grew longer and Pan contained it in her compact body. Nothing in room warped. This was a very complex ability to accomplish... Goku and Gohan had been the only ones to do this...
He was impressed, but on many different levels. And not any he recognized for what they were—
"Woman, you have no idea." He said softly.
The words: You can fuck her- hit his conscience and he blew them away. This was not Panny- Pancake- this was Pan Son- Saiyian... Woman!
She flew at him as a Super Saiyian and hit him in the stomach. He felt his body propel to the window... As he began to fly back he reached out a hand and grabbed her as well - together they flew from the room.
Having more control though she pulled away from him- Trunks only flared his energy and stopped.
"That's not a prelude." His fist connected with her jaw.
Pan saw it coming and welcomed the hit. She purposely waited for a reaction from Trunks.
Trunks hadn't expected to make contact. It had been only a tactic. Pan would not let him hit her outright like that... So when he felt the connection, before he saw it- His mind clouded up with thoughts...Oh no, this is wrong!