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G Rated Summary:

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CHAPTER 34:
An Unpleasant Reunion

Pan runs through the shadows of West City, making sure not to be spotted as a magnificent parade is going on. There is music, there are balloons, and ice cream and cotton candy served on this beautiful clear and sunny day that is occurring at the beginning of spring. Pan runs over to Capsule Corp, but is very self-conscious about the outfit that she is wearing. Because she is visiting West City in broad daylight, her Gramps forced her to dress up in an outfit that nobody would recognize her in – a light blue spandex tube top and a black mini skirt, complete with sneakers and full make-up.

She gets to Capsule Corp and climbs through various trees in the gardens, making sure nobody spots her, and then ultimately enters the guest bedroom from the giant tree right beside Capsule Corp, but not before breaking a branch that is incredibly loud and scaring her into thinking someone might have heard. But she reaches out with her ki a minute later and realizes she can't feel any high kis; so she hoists herself into the guest bedroom, but in the process, tracks dirt onto the white carpet and curses herself for leaving evidence of her visit.

She tiptoes through the many halls of Capsule Corp., checking each bedroom for any sign of Giru. When she gets to the living area, she sees a picture of her family and the Briefs family at the beach when she was three years old. She decides to take the picture, and while she's putting it down the back of her spandex shirt, she spots the remains of Giru under the couch.

As she's gathering his parts, she realizes the remains of her bandana are among the rubble, and she wraps it around her head. Then, the grabs a pillow case from one of the couch pillows and puts Giru's remains in there. On her way out, she realizes that she's truly the last Saiyan, and there's no way to rescue anyone anymore. Without Giru, she won't be able to find the dragonballs. Her life just seems pointless.

When she re-enters the guest bedroom, intent on flying out, she realizes with great horror that the window is closed. Someone had come in and blocked off her route of quick escape. As if on cue, she realizes that Trunks is behind her and she didn't notice him when stepping into the room. He grabs her neck and pushes her into the wall, forcing kisses on her, telling her that since he can't kill her, and he'd be a traitor to his Lord Baby if he left her go, he'd settle on "having a bit of fun" with her, just to hurt her, before turning her into a Tuffle like he.

Trunks attempts to rape her, throwing her on the bed and forcing himself upon her, but Piccolo arrives just in time to save her, blowing up a portion of the wall, startling Trunks into being distracted, so Pan is able to spit out the egg he had transferred into Pan's mouth. After being hit by Piccolo, Trunks releases his grip on Pan just long enough for her to get away from him.

Piccolo and Pan escape, and Trunks lets them go because Baby would kill Pan if he found her. When Baby arrives with Gohan and Goten, he finds out from Trunks that he had let them go, but Baby forgives him this one time, offering one last chance at proving himself, because he knows how the real Trunks puts up a fight against being controlled, and he empathizes with his Tuffle-Trunks counterpart.

Baby ends the chapter by telling Gohan that he has permission to be the one to kill Pan. Gohan is grateful for such a great honor, thinking that Baby is too good to him.

The Following is Rated R. Be Forewarned!

CHAPTER 34:
An Unpleasant Reunion
(Unedited, Uncensored)

A large parade was commencing on the main street of West City. The skies were bright and clear, and the cold of the season was beginning to lift from the world as if it were a veil, reuniting the citizens with a beautiful sunny day, the first ever since the gray skies pillowed the city with winter. An early spring was dawning on the world, and to celebrate, the launch date was moved to today, in celebration of Baby's lunaversary of taking over the world.

Balloons littered the skies, floating happily toward the Planet Tuffle, which loomed overhead like a quarter of a brilliant red sun. The people of Earth had all gathered in West City to see the marvelous exhibit – the Capsule Corp. Tuffle Line, express transit to their new home. Today, it would accept its first load of people itching to be the first to step foot on the Planet Tuffle.

Ice cream cones and cotton candy were served on the sidelines of the road as little children would tug on their mothers' and fathers' shirts for sweets and candies. Everyone had a smile on their face, beaming in joy, taken by the lights and flowers and music of the parade to commemorate Lord Baby.

The sun was shining down on the Tuffles with radiance and splendor, but in the shadows, in the darkest corners… that was where the girl escaped the eyes of the crowd. Dodging in an out of alleyways, Pan made her way as close to Capsule Corp. as she could manage.

Even if she wasn't trying to escape attention, even if everyone were normal again as of this point and laughing because Baby would have been defeated, Pan still would refuse to come out of the shadows.

She looked ridiculous. After telling her Gramps her plan, he made sure to dress her up to look absolutely nothing like herself, just in case she was spotted. She had to be incognito, and the best way to do it was to change her look entirely. But this… this was not what she had planned. She was forced to wear makeup. Makeup! But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no…

Apparently her Gramps had a few "leftovers" from all the women he had been courting from before Baby arrived on the scene. Little things left behind, like shirts, and skirts and… little things that nobody would ever need, right? Pan growled at the thought of little tramps pawing at her Gramps and randomly leaving what she would think as vital clothes behind. Who would walk out of a building without a shirt! Those girls. Pan frowned and tried not to think of her Gramps as a lecher. But if she wasn't thinking that thought, then she was definitely thinking of how self-conscious she was in the clothes he provided for her.

If anyone thought that her shirt before was short, this one – if it could even be called a shirt; it was more of a tube top – was far, far worse. It clung to her like spandex, and it itched like crazy, and it was not something Pan would normally ever, ever consider wearing. And, to make it worse, the only thing that her Gramps had was a black mini-skirt. Possibly because most girls would need a skirt when leaving his place. Pan didn't want to know what the former owner of this skirt had been wearing when she got her one-night stand.

Pan practically knocked herself on the head, Stupid Pan! I need to stop thinking those thoughts and focus on my task at hand.It was hard to concentrate, though, wearing such a tiny skirt. This was more than embarrassing. This was ludicrous. This was beyond any form of humiliation she'd ever have to face, and if it weren't for this one absolutely desperate measure to get Giru back, she'd have died… DIED!… before wearing this!

Pan took a breath to calm herself and straightened her light blue spandex mini tube top, adjusting it so it wouldn't be as itchy. Looking up to measure the distance to the top of the wall, and then looking around to make sure nobody was coming, she jumped up, using a slight bit of ki briefly so she could reach the top of the wall. Once there, she crouched, bending her knees so nobody would be able to look up her skirt from behind – not that anyone was there, but still, Pan was self-conscious – and ran along rooftops, keeping a wary eye about her, until she reached the back entrance to the Capsule Corp. gardens.

She jumped down from the last rooftop and ducked behind a bush. Crouching as low as she could, she did a ki span of the area and took note that no strong kis were in the perimeter. She wished she was able to sense weak kis again. If any Capsule Corp. servants were dusting the residential quarters, Pan was unable to sense them. She'd have to deal with them as she went, though. Just grab Giru and head out. That's what she needed to do. But it just unnerved her that there could be some other powerful ki inside that was masking it, and she'd never know because she hadn't fine-tuned her senses. Whatever power she had access to before had been a fluke. She had not felt anything like it since, and that included the ability of sensing weak kis.

Pan hopped the gate to the grounds and climbed up the first tree, making sure that nobody was coming. It was so much easier to do this in the dark. It would easier, as well, if it were raining. But it just had to be sunny today. And she just had to be in these horrible slutty clothes with full make-up, as if she had just emerged from a brothel with a full purse.

If Giru takes any pictures of me, I'm going to personally DESTROY HIM! Pan huffed angrily at the air. No dragonballs were worth the humiliation of a candid photo of her in this outfit. Even being in the tree, she constantly found herself looking down to make sure nobody was looking up. She hated skirts. She hated them, she hated them, she detested them with all her hatred.

Now that she vented to herself, she still didn't feel any better about what she was wearing, but it gave her a slight boost of energy to check the grounds once more before jumping out of the tree and running to the next one.

Why the heck are these gardens so goddarn HUGE! Pan felt herself slipping on a branch and made a quick ki boost to help her stay within the leaves. Afraid that even a slight disturbance of ki might gain someone's attention, she hugged the branch to her tightly and scanned for any high kis.

Nothing. Phew. Pan was home-free. Just one tree to go!

Pan quickly jumped from the branches and scrambled as fast as she could up the large tree that was beside Capsule Corp. After climbing and rustling a few branches on the way up, she heard a voice from below her and froze against the trunk.

Looking down, she saw that two brunette employees wearing blue lab coats and glasses were passing by the tree, talking amongst themselves. Pan developed a cold sweat as she nervously began to tremble. She couldn't get caught now. Not after coming so close! Pan closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to relax as the women walked by, unaware of the tramp in the branches. Or at least, the girl who looked like a tramp. But that didn't matter, because now she'd be able to get Giru and get out of there.

Reaching the top of the tree, Pan paused at her usual branch and, one last time, just for good measure, scanned for kis. Nothing. Pan smiled as she realized this was all too easy. She stood on a thick branch and spread her arms out to balance herself as she walked out to the end of it. It wasn't hard to decide which window to jump into. Trunks' window was closed, as usual, while the guest window was open.

However, the guest window was a good few meters away, and Pan wasn't quite sure she had the leverage with the branch. But there was nothing to lose, so she decided to try it.

Bouncing slightly to test its durability, Pan decided to jump on it like a spring to help her reach her destination. However, as her full body weight hit the branch on its last bounce, the branch snapped as she was jumping, startling Pan into making a muffled scream as she flew toward the window. She reached out with her right hand and barely caught herself on the window sill.

Pan dangled there for a moment, with eyes wide from shock, that she made such a racket, but her heart was pounding from the surprise of the branch breaking, and she forgot to do another ki scan until a minute passed and she quickly scanned her surroundings again before grabbing the sill with her left hand and hoisting herself up.

She landed with a soft thud on the guest room's white carpet. Looking down, she noticed that her sneakers – not exactly matching her outfit, but she refused to wear heels – had brought some dirt to the floor. Shit. Pan cursed in her head, knowing that she was leaving evidence for them all to find.

Lifting her head and taking a deep breath, she convinced herself that it would make no difference if there were evidence or not. By the time they'd be able to find her, she'd have all the dragonballs and be able to wish everyone back to normal! All she had to do was stick to the plan, and everything would blow over just fine.

Now, she had to find Giru.

Where would Giru be? Pan felt queasy as the most obvious location came to her – that Giru could be in Trunks' room, but she was confused, because she never saw Giru when she watched Trunks. Giru couldn't be there. Giru loved hanging around people, and she should have, at least once, noticed him hovering by Trunks, or resting on his shoulder. That is… unless something happened to Giru… But why would anyone want to hurt Giru! He was just a little robot… He couldn't do any harm to people. No. Giru was fine. He had to be. That thought encouraged Pan to press onward, to go deeper into Baby's abode.

Pan tiptoed to the bedroom door and opened it a crack. She was so nervous, she began to sweat, and her top began to itch again. She felt sorely uncomfortable, trying to adjust it on her for the tenth time, but nothing seemed to work. A thought came to her – that perhaps there were clothes of hers in the guest bedroom closet! Pan growled and shook her head. The whole reason why she was in this outfit in the first place was to be undercover. She would just have to suffer through it for a little bit, and then it would all be over and she'd never have to worry about it again.

Opening the door crack a tiny bit wider, Pan scanned the hall and nearby rooms for any distinguishable kis. When fairly certain that she was alone, she opened the door all the way, making sure it, as well as the window, was wide open just in case she had to make a quick getaway, and tiptoed out into the hall.

Another guest bedroom lay across from hers, so she opened its door slightly to see if any little robot were inside. There were no windows in the room, and the light was off, but she could tell Giru wasn't there. One could always tell when Giru was somewhere. He added a lot of spark to the room he was in. Or at least, he always seemed to. By the end, that was. Pan absolutely detested that robot in the beginning, but he eventually grew on her, like Trunks did after a time.

Pan closed the door and meandered through the halls, ducking into a dark room whenever she had even the slightest suspicion that someone was coming. Pan was amazed at how empty Capsule Corp was. That parade really did get everyone out of their homes. It even got servants out of their jobs for a day! It must be an official holiday, otherwise, how could it possibly get so many people out on the streets?

Well… possibly because Baby was mind-controlling everyone. But even still, he'd have had at least one person stay behind to guard Capsule Corp. It just didn't make any sense. But, in any case, Pan was glad. It made her job a lot easier as she went from room to room searching for the robot.

It was strange. Capsule Corp. looked exactly the same as when she last saw it. Pan was almost sure that Baby would have wanted to redecorate the place to suit his "Tuffle" fashion, but as she was observing items in the house, it looked as if the place had not been touched in a long time. Like, nobody was cleaning the place because nobody dirtied it. Dust was beginning to collect on picture frames, rooms smelled stale, as if nobody had entered them in a long time. It seemed as if Baby's minions basically pawed at him all day, went out, did work, and came back only to go to bed. Nothing else was touched.

Pan suddenly found herself in the living room area and ducked back into the hallway to make sure that nobody was there. Once again, it was completely empty. And, like all the other rooms, there was no Giru. It didn't make any sense to Pan. She shook her head and brought her eyes up when something caught her eye.

On one side of the room, behind the couch, a long brown bureau ran along the edge of the wall. There, she saw a picture that made her smile. She walked over and picked it up, looking at how young she used to be. It was a picture of her entire family, with the Briefs family, at the beach, and even Vegeta posed for the shot, licking an ice cream cone with dark shades on. She must have been three. Her Grandpa was still an adult back then, and she was on his shoulders in the shot, with the ocean in the background. It was a nice beautiful summer day. Her heart ached for the memory of it. She missed her Grandpa so much…

Quickly glancing around, Pan took the picture out of its frame and stuffed it down the back of her top. The spandex was so tight on her, it easily clung to her body, and it was more comfortable to lay it across her back than anywhere else.

While adjusting her top, her eyes traveled downward to the floor. And while lingering on the carpet, something else caught her eye. It was the couch… or rather, what lay under it. Sticking out, was a white metal rod of some sort which she didn't see before, since it was camouflage against the carpet.

She bent down and picked it up, observing it curiously. What was this? Pan leaned over and reached under the couch, gathering other white scraps that had been pushed underneath. She made a pile on the floor and blinked at how small the metal fragments were. There were wires, or what was left of wires, since everything seemed to have melted into chunks.

Pan reached out under the couch again and felt something especially odd, as if it were fabric of some sort. She pulled it out and saw that she was holding some orange fabric, tattered, with holes burnt through it.

Pan's body trembled as her eyes went wide and her mouth opened slightly, agape. The shivers that ran through her body made her fingers quake, and she dropped the remains of what she realized was her bandana. That meant… That meant… NO!

"No! No! Giru!" Pan felt her eyes cloud as she gathered the pieces in her arms. "What… what have they done to you? Oh Giru! GIRU!" Pan looked around with watery eyes for any bag she could gather him in. Seeing none, she grabbed a pillow off the sofa and unzipped it from its case. Carefully laying each of Giru's parts inside her pillow bag, she sobbed as she realized that she truly was the last one. She was the last one who would remember anything of her grand tour through space, the last one who truly knew the last Saiyans. Giru was gone…. Giru… was gone…

And so was the dragonball radar.

Pan felt any last sliver of hope inside her shrivel and die right there. Giru… Giru was her friend. And Giru… he was gone. He was gone for good, and nothing, not even dragonballs could bring him back. He never had a soul that went to the Other World. There would be no way to restore him.

Pan sobbed into her bag and felt her body tremble again. The entire wave of depression she had been fighting off for so long hit her in full force. Now what was she going to do? What was the point of living anymore? There was no way to rescue her friends now. They'd be Tuffles, serving Lord Baby, for the next millennia. Everyone born would be a Tuffle, everyone dying would be a Tuffle. All her family, all her friends… They were lost to her. Lost to her… forever.

Grabbing her tattered bandana and tying it around her head, Pan stood up and sniffled, wiping her eyes free of tears and slightly smearing her mascara. Now she had no point to her existence. The only people left were herself, her Gramps, and Majin Buu. But if her Grandpa couldn't defeat Baby, then how could Majin Buu? She couldn't help out, and Buu wasn't mad enough to actually fight anyone. She had already had a talk with Buu, a month previously, asking him to fight for them, to get Baby back for everything he did, and Buu just said that "me kill no more." So much for one of the strongest warriors being on her side.

Pan tied the pillow case so that one end formed a knot. Sighing dejectedly and making her way down the hallway, she carried the bag tenderly, holding it close as she would a baby, or in this case, a dear friend who had passed away. Sniffling in mourning, her eyes were cast downward as she thought of the terrible death Giru must have had. How could anyone do this to poor Giru?

"Don't worry, Giru, I'll give you a proper burial. I wish Trunks or Grandpa were around for it… but…" Pan continued to walk with her head held down, "I'm sorry, Giru. I'm… I'm so sorry…"

Pan entered the hall where the guest rooms and suites were. There was a door that led to a flight of stairs to her left, and those stairs led to the master bedroom which was the entire penthouse of the dome. Wiping more tears from her eyes, she sighed again and found herself by the guest bedroom door that she came from.

She entered the room with her head down and closed the door behind her with an inaudible click. She began to walk toward the window, but sensed something was wrong.

When she looked up, she saw, in horror, that the window… was closed.

Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes flew wide. A pang of fear swarmed through her as her heart began to race. What was going on? Was she discovered? Why was the window closed!

Her hair stood on end when a cold mocking voice breathed onto her hair behind her, "Oh look, the rat finally crawled out from the hole."

Pan froze and panicked. Her hands began to tremble, and she clenched them tight as her stomach sank to the ground. Working up an incredible courage, she turned around slowly to face him. "Ah…" Her eyes were wide as she looked at him sneering at her, so close, it was dangerous.

Trunks roared and grabbed her neck hard as she managed a shriek, forcing her to back up against the wall. Pan trembled fully now, completely devoid of thought, panic raging inside her as she stood frozen in fear. This was not Trunks… This was the evil horrible thing that was inside of him. She had to remember that. This… was not Trunks!

Trunks looked old and decrepit with wrinkles from frowns and knots in his brow. He looked… He looked almost empty. His eyes were wild, but they contained nothing. Pan was looking into an emptiness that used to be so full of life. That, more than anything else, terrified her the most.

"I've been thinking about you, actually," Trunks cocked his head a bit to smirk darkly at her. "I've noticed you've stopped coming around lately, which frustrates me because for a long time, I have been unable to track you down." His grin widened a bit as his fingers pressed harder against her skin, "How ironic, after all this time, you came straight to me."

Pan tried to hold back her panic as his body shifted to lean toward hers. Trunks narrowed his eyes slightly before continuing on, "I've been meaning to tell you something, ever since the little problem I discovered after I tried my absolute best to be rid of you."

Pan tried to speak, but found herself lacking both words and air as she stared into his wild eyes, her heart mourning over how he must be suffering inside. Trembling, she reached out her right hand to touch his cheek, but he jerked his head away.

A moment passed as he looked at her, then Trunks began to shudder with rage as his lips turned to a sneer, saying a little too calmly, "I hate you."

Her eyes widened as she dropped her hand away. A lead weight crashed down on her heart, tearing her inside as she tried to intake a gasp, her eyes filling with tears, "Y-you... y-you hate me?"

Trunks roared and slammed his right fist into the wall by her ear with a rage in his eyes as his left hand tightened around her neck even more. Dust and debris from collapsing plaster created a cloud around them as he shouted aloud with a deepening growl, "And I hate… more than anything… how I can't KILL YOU!

"Wh…" Pan closed her eyes and brought her hands up to fight his hand around her throat, "Wh… what?"

He narrowed his eyes and said a little too calmly, "Every time I see you, and try to kill you, something… weird… happens to me… I feel myself losing control." He snarled, "That is not good, do you hear me!"

Pan felt her head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen as she continued to pry at his hands. She was choking against him, and he leaned even farther into her as he said in a lower tone, "Do you know why?" He bared his teeth at her with anger lining his vision, "Do you know why, bitch! Do you know why it's not good!"

Pan felt tears running down her face as she tried to shake her head, unable to breathe, yet feeling her body convulse in a sob.

His grip was firm as he spit past her face, "Because this makes you a weakness!" He glared down at her, forming as smirk as she tried so hard to free herself, but was losing energy at every passing moment. Pan just couldn't concentrate.

He took her silence to be an invitation to speak again, and he let the smirk vanish from his face as he became dead serious. He looked down at her and said, "I would normally never tolerate a weakness…However…"

Trunks let go of her neck and ran his fingers seductively along her shoulders as she struggled to breathe deeply, "After a great deal of consideration, I have determined that, unlike most weaknesses I need to snuff out of my life," He rested his finger on her collarbone and looked into her eyes with a small smile playing on his dark face, "I figured I could keep you, as you might be more useful in fields," his eyes sparkled, "other than fighting…"

Trunks suddenly pressed his body close to hers, pinning her to the wall. Pan found she couldn't move and felt another surge of fear pass through her, "What are you…" She gasped as he brought his face dangerously close to hers, and turned her face away, "Trunks, listen to me –

"–You swing by Capsule Corp. often, I have noticed, to gaze at me through the window. Am I right?" His voice lowered to a purr as his body pressed even further against hers. "So… do you like what you see?"

Pan choked, "W-what?"

He brought his lips to her ear and almost whispered, in a lulling purr, "I have noticed you, but have been unable to approach you, since Lord Baby would most likely sense both our presences in his vicinity." His hand moved down to her shoulder, and stroked her bare skin tenderly, "If he finds you, he will kill you." He brought his face back and shuddered at a thought, only to spit by her again.

Grabbing her hair, Trunks leaned in and flared anger at her with fire in his voice, "And I can't let him kill you, now, can I? That might upset the inner demon inside me, as I have experienced before, when I almost put an end to your misery!"

Pan tried to control a sob as she struggled under him. "Trunks…" She needed him so much right now. The real Trunks. She had to save him somehow. "Trunks, please… Stop this. Fight this!"

Trunks slammed his fist into the wall by her head and narrowed his eyes again, ignoring her, "So it looks like we've reached a stalemate, rat. I can't let you go because I would be a traitor to Lord Baby's orders, but I can't let you stay or else he will kill you. So…"

He brought his face even closer to her, smirking. Pan was able to feel his breath on her face, he was so close. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, "How about we make a … sort of pact?" He grinned menacingly, "I let you go if yougive me…" He looked her up and down, taking in her outfit with greedy eyes, "Something I've been desiring…"

Pan felt her breath threaten to catch in her throat again, "What… what are you talking about?"

Trunks licked his lips with a smirk and brought his right hand down to her breasts, "You know what I want."

Pan choked a gasp and brought her hands to his, trying to stop him, "What! What are you doing!"

"Since I can't kill you, I might as well have my bit of fun, don't you think?" Trunks continued to fondle her as she tried to pry him away.

Her heart was threatening to explode in her chest. Her panic kept her frozen as she found herself helpless against him, "S-stop! St–!"

Trunks forced a hard kiss against her mouth, forcing her head back against the wall as he pressed his whole body against hers.

Pan's eyes were wide as he kissed her, "Mmh? Hmmbhm?" She struggled to pry him away from her by attempting to punch him in the side and kick him, but her leg was caught by his hand and forced aside by his knee.

His left hand wandered to her skirt and hiked it up as he proceeded to feel her underwear.

"MHBMMM!" Pan hit his back with her fists and whimpered against his face, her eyes still wide open as his fingers wandered to places they never never should go. Pan felt so vulnerable, quaking in terror as she was panicking against him.

Trunks broke the kiss and cackled, throwing his head back a bit "Are you getting excited yet?"

"You bastard!" Pan took the free space as an invitation for a comeback move, and slapped his face as hard as she could, "You'll never get away with this!" With a grunt, she writhed against him, struggling to break free.

"Ahh!" Trunks smirked as he brought his hand out from her skirt to touch his cheek, "It appears the bitch has a little bite to her bark!" He cackled gleefully toward her and raised his eyebrows as he sneered, "I should enjoy this!"

He used his leg to pry her legs apart further, and brought his other leg between hers. He pressed his body fully against hers as he grabbed her hair and forced another kiss.

Holding back tears, Pan continued to struggle, but found she could barely move. He had not only pinned her against the wall, but almost every limb she could attack with was beyond his body. She tried to use her nails and scratch his neck until it would bleed, but she could hardly even give him a paper-cut. He continued to press himself against her, kissing her hard and long as she flailed under him.

Pan suddenly felt her body being slightly lifted up against the wall as she was adjusted to be resting in an incredibly sexual position, still pinned by his body. Her eyes opened even wider as she screamed through his mouth, "MmmMMBHBMHH!"

Pan closed her eyes and raised her power level to try to burn him off of her, desperate to break free. If she didn't, he was going to rape her! Her best friend… was going to rape her!

Trunks broke the kiss and hissed, "You fool! Stop raising your ki! Do you want to alert the whole planet that you're here right now!" Pan screamed for him to let her go and began to repeatedly hit him as she struggled for him to get off of her, but Trunks could barely feel it as a sickening thought came to him. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, "If Lord Baby finds out you're here, you're going to die and end up like your pathetic Saiyan-trash grandfather!"

"Let go of me! Get off of me!"

"That is…" Trunks looked up for a moment, pondering something naughty, "unless you become one of us." He turned to her and sneered darkly, "But then where's the fun in our pleasure?"

Pan screamed, "You're sick!" She pounded at his chest, "You said you'd let me go!"

Trunks took the beating with a content smile and seemed to absorb all of her attacks as if she were giving him physical pleasure. "I said I'd let you go…" He grinned like a rabid hyena, "But I never said how!" He laughed in her face and tightened his grip around her.

He smiled at her with a raging passion in his eyes. He looked as if he was about to make a move to kiss her again, when suddenly, he stopped and his hands loosened for a moment as his gaze went blank. His pupils narrowed for a brief pause, then dilated as something seemed to cross his mind, as if he were receiving a sort of message… or sensing a movement of significant ki.

It was Trunks' turn to freeze, and it terrified Pan to see him like that. In that pause, when something passed through his mind, she thought she saw a glimpse of him, for the briefest of moments, her Trunks. Her friend that she had lost almost two and a half months ago.

It only lasted a split second, and after it passed, it was difficult to imagine that it ever happened at all. When Trunks snapped out of it, he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, and then his eyes relaxed a bit as he smiled to her and said in a voice, almost a whisper, "So how about it, Pan-chan? Become one of us, have my baby, and people will accept us – you and me." His smile became a distorted grin, "That's what you want, right? Why you keep coming to see me?"

His grip tightened around her again as he thrust his hips against hers, causing her to emit a startled and panicked whimper, "Am I right?" He snickered and stared into her eyes, as if awaiting a response.

Pan looked him in the eyes and saw the blue clearly. She had never looked into his eyes like this before, not when his face was filled with such lust and desire. His eyes, when he was himself, usually held great life and joy, with a slight touch of mischief that was held in behind a giant wall he built around himself. But this Trunks, this thing that manifested itself inside of him – its eyes were wandering, lost, completely blank and devoid of emotion. They were cold, freezing and piercing with nothing behind them except daggers of an empty soul. It was as if his body were a mere shell. Not even anger or hatred flowed in his eyes, and that was the most terrifying aspect of all.

He looked so much like Trunks, though. Pan wanted so much to be able to touch his face and hold him close, to know that he was going to be okay, but she held herself back because he was most definitely not her Trunks. He was still between her legs, his face lingering mere inches away from her own, and with a haunted look in his eye. This thing, this Tuffle was possessing Trunks, and it broke her heart to know that he was suffering inside because of it. Tears lined her eyes as she shook her head, "No, that's not right. I will never join you! You're… you're not Trunks…" Pan thrust her hands at his chest and tried to push him off her again, "You could never be Trunks! Get off m–!"

Trunks forced another kiss on her with both of his hands pressing her arching back toward him. This kiss was more painful than any other. There was something stinging in his kiss that sucked all the life out of her.

Pan's eyes went wide as she felt something almost metallic enter her mouth. It was cold and painful, and it soaked up all her energy as if it were a sponge. Pan wanted to spit it out, but Trunks was locked on tight, kissing her to no end, lifting her up as she helplessly clawed at him to release her.

She sensed him moving her to the bed, lying her down with him on top of her, but she couldn't concentrate on that. The freezing object in her mouth made her head ache and robbed her of all thoughts.

Pan was doing everything she could to keep the metallic thing from going down her throat. It was as if it had a life of its own, trying to pry its way through her, and Trunks was distracting her as his face pressed against hers and his hands found their way to his belt, quickly undoing it.

The cold object in her mouth grew even colder, and Pan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on keeping the thing in her mouth and out of her throat. It took so much effort to fight the thing that she couldn't even concentrate on the fact that Trunks was struggling to remove her underwear, hiking it down somewhat as he undid his zipper.

Suddenly, without warning, an explosion erupted by the bed, blowing up an entire portion of the wall that led to an adjacent bedroom. Glass from the window shattered everywhere and debris flew up in clouds of smoke. The heat of it startled Trunks enough that he broke the kiss the looked in surprise to see who fired at them.

Pan spit out the thing in her mouth the second Trunks was distracted. A pink glob of gelatin-like substance landed on the sheets and quickly disintegrated, melting into a steamy puddle and instantaneously evaporating once it didn't have a host anymore.

Pan turned her head to look in front of her and saw that Trunks was looking beside them. Panting heavily and squirming on the bed, Pan looked over and saw a tall figure, silhouetted by the hole in the wall where the window used to be. Who the?

A low, gruff voice stated arrogantly, "Release her. This girl is of no concern to you. Your fight is with me now."

Pan's eyes opened in surprise and her mouth dropped in shock. "M…Mr. Piccolo!"

Trunks' grip on Pan tightened as his eyes narrowed toward the Namekian. "Ah, look who showed up. Last month's leftovers." He sneered at the tall green man and gestured with his head toward the door, "The kitchen is down the hall if you'd like to prepare yourself for a good fry." Trunks powered up slightly and tilted his head proudly, "I'd be honored to be the chef this evening."

Pan choked a sob back as she felt Trunks rub his hips against hers again. "Mr. Piccolo, help me! Help mmhm–!"

Trunks covered her mouth with his left hand and grinned darkly toward the Namekian, "Actually, on second thought, you came at the perfect time. You see," he snickered softly, "After sensing her energy rise, Lord Baby is heading here personally. You'd be a pleasant diversion for him while I spend some quality time with my whore!" Trunks grabbed Pan's hair and sat up in the bed, bringing his captive with him.

Piccolo stretched his arms out to great lengths and with an easy swing, knocked Trunks' arms. It was enough time for Trunks to be startled into releasing his grip for a brief moment, but all it took was a second of surprise, and Pan was quicker than lightning, jumping off the bed and dashing to hide behind Piccolo, trembling.

Trunks was infuriated and stood, pointing at Pan, "You come back here right now! I'm not finished with you."

Pan spit and gave him the middle finger to show how much she desired to be in his loving arms.

Trunks snarled as a temper overcame him. "Fine! If that's the way you want to be…" With a burst of energy, his hair turned the bright golden blonde of being Super Saiyan, "I can play cat and…" he grinned, "rat… with you two." His fists were clenched to his side, and his left hand was beginning to pulsate with a soft glow.

Pan could feel the surge in Trunks' energy and knew that, if Baby wasn't on his way here before, he would definitely be coming now! She turned to the Namekian and tugged his sleeve desperately, "Mr. Piccolo… what do we do! What should we do!"

Piccolo looked at her a moment, and then looked to Trunks. After a brief pause, he said nonchalantly, "We run."

"What?"

Piccolo looked down at her, "Three large kis are heading over here as we speak. Don't tell me you don't feel them. They'll be on us within three minutes or less. If we both don't run, they will kill us just like they did Goku."

Pan could feel a rush of adrenalin in her when she realized Piccolo was right. They had to get out of there. But, if Trunks was not willing to let her go, it might cause problems.

Pan turned to Trunks and said in her calmest voice, "Trunks, please don't fight us. If you fight us, I'm going to die, do you understand that?"

He snapped, "I won't let you go!" His ring was beginning to pulsate slightly faster, but it was almost imperceptible to any normal eye. "You will become like me!"

Pan moved forward a bit, with her grip still on Piccolo, "Listen, Trunks, the only way I can live is if you let us go! Trunks, I have to go!"

A few moments passed and Trunks began to look strained. Baby was heading even closer, and if he didn't act soon, they were going to get caught for sure. His ring pulsated even more brightly as he considered the things his Lord Baby would do to Pan, torturing her for being the last Saiyan. But if… But if he could somehow change that… Trunks sweat as his breathing became heavy, "If you… become a Tuffle… you could live and not have to run anymore!"

Piccolo growled and huffed, "Stop stalling!" He looked down to Pan with an impatient frown, "If Trunks follows us, then that's his problem. We have to escape the others!"

Trunks reached out his hand, "No! Pan, don't go!" His ring was glowing even brighter, gaining the attention of the wary Namekian briefly before Piccolo turned around and grabbed Pan by the shoulder.

Pan gave a slight nod to him before leaning down and quickly picking up her pillow bag. "Goodbye, Trunks." She looked at him one last time and thought sadly to herself, I forgive you.

With Piccolo guarding her, they both took off through the hole in the wall, and flew past the Capsule Corp. grounds. Once free of Baby's domain, they took the ground and ran as fast as they could away from the structure and the main street where the parade was still going on.

Trunks stood there and watched them leave, feeling sick to his stomach both at the thought that he let the rat get away, and that she almost was caught by Lord Baby. He was feeling torn, and strange foreign emotions were flooding through him, which scared him, because it meant that the inner demon was fighting him again.

Realizing his pants were almost undone, his cursed the girl for leading him on and fixed himself up. He combed his fingers through his hair and straightened his shirt and bandana, prepared to look clean and fit before his master. Sensing Lord Baby approaching within thirty seconds, Trunks remembered the rat's makeup, and wiped his mouth to clear it of any lipstick. If Lord Baby knew what he almost had done…

Lord Baby landed through the hole and took several steps into the room, looking around distastefully. Behind him, Gohan and Goten arrived with scowls.

Lord Baby narrowed his eyes at Trunks and looked him up and down, "Do I dare ask?"

Seeing Lord Baby was like a pull to him, widening his eyes as he suddenly felt all thought and sense leave his body. He collapsed to his knees and bowed to his master, feeling a wave of calm sweep him as all fears and worries left him in his lord's presence. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not find the words to express the sudden love and passion he felt for his master. He would do anything for him. Lord Baby commanded him, and he was a faithful servant.

Lord Baby grabbed Trunks' hair and hoisted him to his feet as Trunks let out a whelp of surprise. His master belted him across the face, sending Trunks flying through the wall and into the hallway as rubble crashed around him. "L-Lord Baby!"

"You let them get away!" Lord Baby kicked him in the side and bent down to lift his head by his hair again. "You look at me! You look at me and tell me you did everything you could, and you even were willing to sacrifice your life to get me that last Saiyan! You look at me and tell me that!"

"I… I…" Trunks wanted to tell him that he did, but he could not lie. Not to Lord Baby. Even if it killed him, he would never lie to his master. "No," Trunks looked down shamefully, "I let them get away."

"Get up." Baby's usual high pitched voice was lowered drastically as he narrowed his eyes to his current son. He watched Trunks get to his feet and sneered slightly as he brought his face closer to Trunks'. "Just tell me one thing, my Tuffle minion." He reached his finger out and took Trunks under the chin, lifting his face up to look him in the eye, "When you let her get away, was it because you wanted her to be safe? Or because the thing inside you wanted her alive?"

"The… the thing inside me... I… I can't control it when around her…" Trunks brought his hands to his stomach as if he could somehow feel the parasite thing inside of him, wishing that he could do something about it, to keep it at bay.

Lord Baby stepped back and crossed his arms pensively, "Then I will let you go, this one time, got it? I know how your alter ego has tried to fight me before. I'm quite impressed that you are able to keep him at bay the way you do." Baby narrowed his eyes, "However, if this ever happens again, I will make sure you endure the same ending as the little Saiyan brat! Got that?"

"I understand perfectly, Lord Baby. Thank you. I won't let you down again." Trunks bowed deeply to his master, trembling from gratefulness that his Lord Baby had forgiven him.

Baby turned around to face his other two Tuffle followers with his arms still crossed before him, "It doesn't matter that they got away. They are just weaklings" He glared at Gohan and Goten as he thought of how much he detested that Saiyan, but she would never be able to challenge him. Whoever was with her also had a much smaller ki than his own. "We will uproot the weeds soon. Don't worry, they are no threat to us." He smirked back at Trunks and then looked to his other two followers again, "For now, let's concentrate on getting the Tuffles back to our home planet. If the brat ever decides to show her face again," Baby nodded to Gohan, "You may do the honors, seeing as you gave the brat her pathetic little life, you can take it away."

Gohan's eyes brightened as he clutched his heart with a delighted sigh, "Oh thank you! Thank you, Lord Baby! I would be honored, with all my gratitude, to finish off the last of the Saiyans!" He fell to knees and bowed deeply to his master, "You are too good to me, Lord Baby."

Baby smirked slightly, "I know, Gohan. I know."

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