Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Aftermath Loving -- Part 1 ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra, Trunks and Pan are here too. Don't like them, don't read it.
I really hope you enjoyed reading the last chapter. It took me a long time to write because of no ideas but, I started writing it and it was done and over with. I think it's one of the biggest of the fic.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 11 : Aftermath Loving --Part 1
"You know," Trunks placed his hand on her stomach. Shivers coursed through her as he caressed her sensitive flesh. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."
Pan scoffed at his appraisal. She was sure he said that to every girl he met. But still, it felt good. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not," he smiled as she turned to face him pulling away from his embrace.
"You say that to everyone," she accused him with her narrowed eyes.
"Not really," Trunks trapped her again in his arms and drew her close to him. He used one hand to play with her undone hair. The first thing he had done was to take it down. It was so suave and felt like silk under his fingers. It's black color shined with a brilliance which he had never noticed on anyone else before. She was one of a kind.
"Liar," she muttered. He would have never heard it if her mouth hadn't been pressed on his left shoulder.
"I'm not lying," he didn't know why but he had to explain. He needed to.
"Right," Giving him a gentle push, Pan scudded out of his arms and moved to the other side of the bed. Making sure that the covers were still covering her, she wrapped it around her naked body and slid out of the bed.
Trunks remained in place amused. After the whole night and she was covering herself after all that happened. He was sure that there wasn't a corner of her body that he hadn't touched. It was all in his mind. Her movements, her concentration, her giving. She had given as much of herself to it as he himself had done too.
Her walking around, trying to find the pieces of clothing that they had lost along the night was all that was to distract him from thinking into the night back. It had been heaven and back to him.
"You could help," her sardonic display of discomfort was welcoming. She was uncomfortable of his eyes. It had been too much on the night to really try to think that nothing major had happened. Too much had happened.
"I'm not in a hurry to get dressed."
She heard his reply and she wasn't surprised that she had expected that. It had been so predictable to know that he would act this way. Macho man and all. Well, here she would go again and she had no way to put this in partial insanity on anyone's part. She had been on her sane mind and she knew it to think otherwise.
Without grumbling about his attitude like she wanted to, she continued on to pick up her clothes. She needed a really sated shower to clear her mind and put this all behind her. She had succumbed to his charm but at least now she knew how it was between them. Knowing that, she would not allow herself to slip again into his arms.
No matter how good and wonderful they were. Damn, she turned her back on him. He knew what she was thinking and she knew that he was up to something.
What, she didn't know. She would find out eventually, but she wasn't going to fall into him again. She couldn't. She knew the results of such a thing, and she couldn't face it. She was already half way into the hole, she wasn't going to give one more inch to him.
"You shouldn't strain yourself so much." Trunks appeared right behind her. He took the garments she had taken from the ground and threw them back to the floor.
"Shut it," she leaned down to reach for the article she had been reaching for and stopped. She squealed as Trunks threw her over his shoulder and marched up to the bed.
He placed her on it carefully and climbed right in after her. He had a predatory look on his face and she knew well enough.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked on the same tone that she had used to intimidate the worst of her enemies. He didn't even arch a brow.
"I think I'm doing what we want to do," he replied to her icy question. "What I want to do. What you want to do. What we want to do."
"Trunks," her eyes had changed. From her detached self, they were filled with unmarked emotions.
"I won't do anything to you," Trunks answered her unspoken question. "Don't run away from me."
"How can I not?" Her voice was on the edge. "Fleeing is the only way for me to forget this."
"I don't want you to forget," he pulled her toward him and locked his arms around her. "I don't want you to let go."
"I have to," her face was a mere inches from his. He could see the disturbance in them. "I feel too much."
He understood. He would always understand that. It wasn't the same to just fall prey to the wants of the body, but the wants of the heart were more demanding and throughout. It needed it all, wanted it all, felt it all.
She was getting too involved. What about him? What had pulled him toward her in such a fearsome way. She was more than a person of the opposite sex that he was attracted to. Nothing as fierce as what had pulled him toward him could be ended by just a little tugging and absence.
"I feel too much too," he murmured to her own reason. Their eyes were still connected.
"Last night," he brought his hand to the middle of her back. He was met with the cloth of the covers but it didn't matter. He could still feel the skin as if it was actually it he was touching. "Was more than just sex."
"But it's not possible," he heard the pleading part, the yearning for her statement to fall true.
Both knew better than that. But still...
"It's not possible to just fall into something so deep into such a short amount of time." She believed it. No, held it briskly within her to believe the statement.
"I never believed on love at first sight," he made a statement of his own. Pan rested her head on his chest. Her ear was right by his beating heart. It's flutter and excitement was there for her to feel. It just seemed to run and run out of control.
"Is this love?" She asked, her own heart afraid of the answer.
"I don't know," he replied truthfully. She would give him that at least. He wasn't one to cover up with lies or uncertain truths that might fall into a stretch of lies in the future.
They stayed on the same position for a long time. It seemed so much as all they did was lie in each other's arms and listen to their beating hearts and their breaths.
Pan had never felt so close to someone. Their places, their moment seemed intimate when it wasn't carnal. It was a mingling of their souls.
Just what would they expect? Why does everything have to be so hard? Why not just let go?
Their eyes met. The same resolution was reflected on their depth.
"What if one of us gets hurt?" The obvious question was asked. On all of these matters, there was always hurt and there was also happiness.
"I don't want you to get hurt," Trunks said to her. If he had to stop this searching for the unknown and merciful, he would. He would not risk her this way.
"Me neither," Pan added.
They understood. They were in too deep already. To just drag their selves out would be fruitless. Heartbreak was already there. It was inevitable, even if they backed out of it.
Well, she might as well take the first step forward. There had been no going back from the beginning the day before. She had known it, and she still had entered the unknown. She might as well take all that was offered. Having it for some time was better than none at all.
With the resolution in mind, Pan slipped her arms around Trunks' neck and pulled herself upwards to him. His eyes that had been closed, opened at her movements, his arms turned to steel around her.
"Pan?" He was confused by her actions.
"I, I want to try it," she only faltered slightly at the beginning. Her made up tone gave no rest to any argument. "I'm already involved." He knew she was ready to give them a chance.
"I won't let you go," he promised as he embraced her with all the hope he felt deep inside. This felt like forever. It had been forever since the beginning, now all he had to do was make her see forever with him too.
"Forever?" Pan looked at him strangely.
"What?" He looked at her in the same way. She could not have heard anything that he had been thinking about.
"I heard someone say something about forever." She shrugged it off. "I must be hearing things."
"Yes, you are lady," Trunks agreed playfully.
"Well," she looked at him with a repressing scowl. "It's your fault."
"How is it my fault?" He asked.
"You're the one that kept me up all night." She reasoned. It only helped to bring a smirk to his face.
"Ah," he sighted happily. "And what a great night it was."
"Hey," she hit his shoulder playfully.
"It's the truth," his eyes turned in a light of adoration. "You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met."
This time, she only proved him right.
* * *
"Never say that I don't try," she told the sleeping Goten. Bra slid the chair through the controls of the room. She waltzed from one place to the other, trying to find the cable that would disengage the automatic lock that they were in.
Goten lay sleeping on the table, in the same place which he had been left to sleep before. He released a moan, catching her ear. She turned trying to see if he was finally waking up when he slowly turned to his other side and remained in his peaceful slumber.
Groaning, she set the walkman back into her belt and started playing the CD for the second time that day. She needed something to distract herself from this and training alone was not an option.
Well, she had to do something. A smile reflected on her face as she remembered Goten going down towards the bottom to take a shower. She had forgotten that this was also a living facility.
Time to explore and make some changes around.
* * *
While Trunks had gone out to find out the state of the outside world, Pan had rummaged through her clothing and found that she had a capsule holder in it. She had gone through them and found one that contained a small stereo that allowed her to listen to her CD's. She checked the batteries and looked through her CD's and found one of her favorites.
She placed it on and got to work. Who would have known that she and Trunks could make such a mess of a room. Well, they did get to playing around with the clothing that was left behind and things had gotten a little out of hand with the acting.
She had looked around the place before though and found that the place contained enough things in here to let them live in here for a long time. It seems that the place was stocked heavily recently.
She returned to the room and started to get to work as soon as possible. To get all of these things in order, she would need a long time. She wondered what was taking Trunks so long. It didn't take too much to actually check on outside and come back.
And then, the song started...
[Intro Begins]
He is playing me?
He's playing you so bad........
Pan loved the song, it just took so much of the dark thoughts out of her. It took out her anger and transferred it into the things that had happened before. Getting into the song, she sung the first lines with the same fierce emotion that the singer was singing in.
You told me that you would always be the only thing that I'd ever need
And then my friends that they were never good enough to be with me
You'd want me to stay at home
And like a fool, I did for you
Now I see the game that you playing on me
Oooh
Footsteps moved into the place. Trunks stood outside of the room, his eyes glued to the image of fire that Pan made. She moved rigidly and emotionally involved. It made the picture heavenly.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
You said you loved me baby
And never will fall apart
You even told once that
You've suffered from a broken heart
And mode plans to share a summer romance
A dream for two
Just me and you
But now I see what you're really about
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
She moved seductively through the whole ordeal. She just knew just what movements went with the words as he watched mesmerized by the angel in front of him.
Oh, tell me who do think I was
Did you think I was your fool?
Maybe you've taken other girls for a ride before
But I got your number
See baby, I can play your game
And you can tell me how it feels
'cause everything you've ever done to me
Can be done right back to you!
[PHONE RINGS] - "Hello"
Baby you thought you could play me
Thought that you could make a little move and fake me
Honey, I don't need be
Just another quick notch your on your belt, not me
I'll never be a prize on your shelf
A real player you'll never be
You need to run your game on someone else instead of me
Look at you now, poor baby
You're so through
So tell me how it feels
Now that someone is playing you
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire (Fire, like fire, like fire)
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire (Fire, like fire, like fire)
Trunks stood at the threshold of the room through the whole exhibition. He was sure that Pan didn't have a clue to how she moved in there. But, he guessed that there was something else in there. She had felt too into the song for it not to mean anything to her.
Something at the bottom of his mind made a connection. She had been used before, he could tell by her Sinicism to the song. She was playing the girl in mind and body. It was no wonder that she had been reluctant to agree to be with him.
Noiselessly, he slipped into the room. Her eyes were closed, she was as it seemed putting away some shirts that had been thrown out by them from before.
He slipped his arms around her waist, and whispered to her ear. "Who's hot like fire?" His voice held the tone of desire and sensual play.
In turn, she turned around to be in front of him. "What took you so long?"
"I went out for a little walk," he explained. A smirk played on his face. "And then I didn't want to interrupt the little display in front of me."
Just as he had predicted, she blushed crimson. "I can't believe it." He heard her mutter. She shook her head and turned back to what she had been doing before.
After a minute of watching her pick up the things and fold them to place them somewhere inside the closet, he picked up right by her and started to help her around.
After weighting it around in his mind, Trunks decided that it was best for him to get it out in the open. He was curious and he needed to know more about that person right there right now.
"Who was the guy?"
Pan immediately stopped her doings and glanced his way. His eyes were concentrated on the cloth on his hand but, he was waiting for her to respond. After not getting anything from her, he connected his eyes with hers expectantly. "What happened?" He rephrased the question.
Pan continued on with the folding and placing. He was about to let it all go when she started to talk.
"He was a bastard who used one of my friends to get to me." She acknowledged. "When he got on my good side, they had a break up and he started to concentrate on me."
"Why?" Trunks didn't know what else to ask.
"Because I was known to never give a guy a second glance. Because I was the granddaughter of Satan, the 'savior' of the planet. Because I was just another notch to put on his belt." She answered easily.
He moved his weight from one foot to the other. It was time like these that he never knew what to say to make everything alright. He didn't know if it was better to talk than to remain quiet. Talking won.
"You found out the truth."
"I did," she agreed. "Marron saw him one day playing around with a girl on a club. She called me and I decided to fight back." She laughed sardonically. "They hadn't known me to be a rock hearted person for nothing before."
"You're not like that." He told her. He reached for a strand of her hair, lovingly stroking it. "You're better than that."
"I somehow knew that," she gave him a smile. "That's why I fought fire with fire and his was put out."
Trunks was afraid to ask this. But he needed to know. "Is that why you treated me so cold when you meet me?"
"Yeah," she replied. Her eyes rolled to the floor. She didn't want to meet his gaze. "I know that it's pretty hard to judge someone that you don't know but, I saw the look in your eyes and the smile of confidence." She got the courage to look at him in the eye.
"I'm not someone who takes a second seat and let's people walk over them." She walked over to him and his somewhat guilt expression and stood there meeting his gaze straight on. He seemed to want to avoid it.
"Can I make a confession?"
Pan nodded.
"I'm exactly like that guy that you described." He saw her take a small step back but not off. "I do the same things he did." Pan retreated completely toward the bed. She sat on it.
Trunks retreated himself, but to the wall. He pushed his back against it and leaned in completely. He had told her the truth. She was going to find out sooner or later and he didn't want her to listen from someone else but him. The sooner she knew of him, the better. But, loosing this would not be good.
"When can we leave?" She asked from her place.
"Anytime you want," replied Trunks, his eyes shut. "The storm broke over during the night. The sky is still dark but the lighting is over."
"Uh-huh," was her reply as she took the last clothing and threw it in the closet. She passed through the threshold and out of the house. To Trunks surprise, the front door didn't slam, it was simply shut.
Well, he had to face the facts. What girl would want to place her heart in his hands when he had played with so many that he himself didn't trust himself with them. Just when he found a woman that he could trust himself with, the truth was never going to give him a chance.
It had felt so right with her and no chance at all. He'd rather that happen than to have her put him in with the other men she knew. He couldn't let that happen. He was halfway there, he didn't need to be scorned for being a true to the heart bastard.
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This was to be a Pan and Trunks chapter but I couldn't help but put the Bra part in. Well, the next part will be the second part which will center on Bra and Goten and have a part of Pan and Trunks.
Next Chapter : Pan needs to talk to her great grandfather about something. But what's this; it seems that one of Trunks past dealings wants to talk to her. Is this a dream? Goten wakes up disoriented and finds himself trapped with an object of desire that only wants his downfall. What will happen?
See you all,
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra, Trunks and Pan are here too. Don't like them, don't read it.
I really hope you enjoyed reading the last chapter. It took me a long time to write because of no ideas but, I started writing it and it was done and over with. I think it's one of the biggest of the fic.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 11 : Aftermath Loving --Part 1
"You know," Trunks placed his hand on her stomach. Shivers coursed through her as he caressed her sensitive flesh. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."
Pan scoffed at his appraisal. She was sure he said that to every girl he met. But still, it felt good. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not," he smiled as she turned to face him pulling away from his embrace.
"You say that to everyone," she accused him with her narrowed eyes.
"Not really," Trunks trapped her again in his arms and drew her close to him. He used one hand to play with her undone hair. The first thing he had done was to take it down. It was so suave and felt like silk under his fingers. It's black color shined with a brilliance which he had never noticed on anyone else before. She was one of a kind.
"Liar," she muttered. He would have never heard it if her mouth hadn't been pressed on his left shoulder.
"I'm not lying," he didn't know why but he had to explain. He needed to.
"Right," Giving him a gentle push, Pan scudded out of his arms and moved to the other side of the bed. Making sure that the covers were still covering her, she wrapped it around her naked body and slid out of the bed.
Trunks remained in place amused. After the whole night and she was covering herself after all that happened. He was sure that there wasn't a corner of her body that he hadn't touched. It was all in his mind. Her movements, her concentration, her giving. She had given as much of herself to it as he himself had done too.
Her walking around, trying to find the pieces of clothing that they had lost along the night was all that was to distract him from thinking into the night back. It had been heaven and back to him.
"You could help," her sardonic display of discomfort was welcoming. She was uncomfortable of his eyes. It had been too much on the night to really try to think that nothing major had happened. Too much had happened.
"I'm not in a hurry to get dressed."
She heard his reply and she wasn't surprised that she had expected that. It had been so predictable to know that he would act this way. Macho man and all. Well, here she would go again and she had no way to put this in partial insanity on anyone's part. She had been on her sane mind and she knew it to think otherwise.
Without grumbling about his attitude like she wanted to, she continued on to pick up her clothes. She needed a really sated shower to clear her mind and put this all behind her. She had succumbed to his charm but at least now she knew how it was between them. Knowing that, she would not allow herself to slip again into his arms.
No matter how good and wonderful they were. Damn, she turned her back on him. He knew what she was thinking and she knew that he was up to something.
What, she didn't know. She would find out eventually, but she wasn't going to fall into him again. She couldn't. She knew the results of such a thing, and she couldn't face it. She was already half way into the hole, she wasn't going to give one more inch to him.
"You shouldn't strain yourself so much." Trunks appeared right behind her. He took the garments she had taken from the ground and threw them back to the floor.
"Shut it," she leaned down to reach for the article she had been reaching for and stopped. She squealed as Trunks threw her over his shoulder and marched up to the bed.
He placed her on it carefully and climbed right in after her. He had a predatory look on his face and she knew well enough.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked on the same tone that she had used to intimidate the worst of her enemies. He didn't even arch a brow.
"I think I'm doing what we want to do," he replied to her icy question. "What I want to do. What you want to do. What we want to do."
"Trunks," her eyes had changed. From her detached self, they were filled with unmarked emotions.
"I won't do anything to you," Trunks answered her unspoken question. "Don't run away from me."
"How can I not?" Her voice was on the edge. "Fleeing is the only way for me to forget this."
"I don't want you to forget," he pulled her toward him and locked his arms around her. "I don't want you to let go."
"I have to," her face was a mere inches from his. He could see the disturbance in them. "I feel too much."
He understood. He would always understand that. It wasn't the same to just fall prey to the wants of the body, but the wants of the heart were more demanding and throughout. It needed it all, wanted it all, felt it all.
She was getting too involved. What about him? What had pulled him toward her in such a fearsome way. She was more than a person of the opposite sex that he was attracted to. Nothing as fierce as what had pulled him toward him could be ended by just a little tugging and absence.
"I feel too much too," he murmured to her own reason. Their eyes were still connected.
"Last night," he brought his hand to the middle of her back. He was met with the cloth of the covers but it didn't matter. He could still feel the skin as if it was actually it he was touching. "Was more than just sex."
"But it's not possible," he heard the pleading part, the yearning for her statement to fall true.
Both knew better than that. But still...
"It's not possible to just fall into something so deep into such a short amount of time." She believed it. No, held it briskly within her to believe the statement.
"I never believed on love at first sight," he made a statement of his own. Pan rested her head on his chest. Her ear was right by his beating heart. It's flutter and excitement was there for her to feel. It just seemed to run and run out of control.
"Is this love?" She asked, her own heart afraid of the answer.
"I don't know," he replied truthfully. She would give him that at least. He wasn't one to cover up with lies or uncertain truths that might fall into a stretch of lies in the future.
They stayed on the same position for a long time. It seemed so much as all they did was lie in each other's arms and listen to their beating hearts and their breaths.
Pan had never felt so close to someone. Their places, their moment seemed intimate when it wasn't carnal. It was a mingling of their souls.
Just what would they expect? Why does everything have to be so hard? Why not just let go?
Their eyes met. The same resolution was reflected on their depth.
"What if one of us gets hurt?" The obvious question was asked. On all of these matters, there was always hurt and there was also happiness.
"I don't want you to get hurt," Trunks said to her. If he had to stop this searching for the unknown and merciful, he would. He would not risk her this way.
"Me neither," Pan added.
They understood. They were in too deep already. To just drag their selves out would be fruitless. Heartbreak was already there. It was inevitable, even if they backed out of it.
Well, she might as well take the first step forward. There had been no going back from the beginning the day before. She had known it, and she still had entered the unknown. She might as well take all that was offered. Having it for some time was better than none at all.
With the resolution in mind, Pan slipped her arms around Trunks' neck and pulled herself upwards to him. His eyes that had been closed, opened at her movements, his arms turned to steel around her.
"Pan?" He was confused by her actions.
"I, I want to try it," she only faltered slightly at the beginning. Her made up tone gave no rest to any argument. "I'm already involved." He knew she was ready to give them a chance.
"I won't let you go," he promised as he embraced her with all the hope he felt deep inside. This felt like forever. It had been forever since the beginning, now all he had to do was make her see forever with him too.
"Forever?" Pan looked at him strangely.
"What?" He looked at her in the same way. She could not have heard anything that he had been thinking about.
"I heard someone say something about forever." She shrugged it off. "I must be hearing things."
"Yes, you are lady," Trunks agreed playfully.
"Well," she looked at him with a repressing scowl. "It's your fault."
"How is it my fault?" He asked.
"You're the one that kept me up all night." She reasoned. It only helped to bring a smirk to his face.
"Ah," he sighted happily. "And what a great night it was."
"Hey," she hit his shoulder playfully.
"It's the truth," his eyes turned in a light of adoration. "You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met."
This time, she only proved him right.
* * *
"Never say that I don't try," she told the sleeping Goten. Bra slid the chair through the controls of the room. She waltzed from one place to the other, trying to find the cable that would disengage the automatic lock that they were in.
Goten lay sleeping on the table, in the same place which he had been left to sleep before. He released a moan, catching her ear. She turned trying to see if he was finally waking up when he slowly turned to his other side and remained in his peaceful slumber.
Groaning, she set the walkman back into her belt and started playing the CD for the second time that day. She needed something to distract herself from this and training alone was not an option.
Well, she had to do something. A smile reflected on her face as she remembered Goten going down towards the bottom to take a shower. She had forgotten that this was also a living facility.
Time to explore and make some changes around.
* * *
While Trunks had gone out to find out the state of the outside world, Pan had rummaged through her clothing and found that she had a capsule holder in it. She had gone through them and found one that contained a small stereo that allowed her to listen to her CD's. She checked the batteries and looked through her CD's and found one of her favorites.
She placed it on and got to work. Who would have known that she and Trunks could make such a mess of a room. Well, they did get to playing around with the clothing that was left behind and things had gotten a little out of hand with the acting.
She had looked around the place before though and found that the place contained enough things in here to let them live in here for a long time. It seems that the place was stocked heavily recently.
She returned to the room and started to get to work as soon as possible. To get all of these things in order, she would need a long time. She wondered what was taking Trunks so long. It didn't take too much to actually check on outside and come back.
And then, the song started...
[Intro Begins]
He is playing me?
He's playing you so bad........
Pan loved the song, it just took so much of the dark thoughts out of her. It took out her anger and transferred it into the things that had happened before. Getting into the song, she sung the first lines with the same fierce emotion that the singer was singing in.
You told me that you would always be the only thing that I'd ever need
And then my friends that they were never good enough to be with me
You'd want me to stay at home
And like a fool, I did for you
Now I see the game that you playing on me
Oooh
Footsteps moved into the place. Trunks stood outside of the room, his eyes glued to the image of fire that Pan made. She moved rigidly and emotionally involved. It made the picture heavenly.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
You said you loved me baby
And never will fall apart
You even told once that
You've suffered from a broken heart
And mode plans to share a summer romance
A dream for two
Just me and you
But now I see what you're really about
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
She moved seductively through the whole ordeal. She just knew just what movements went with the words as he watched mesmerized by the angel in front of him.
Oh, tell me who do think I was
Did you think I was your fool?
Maybe you've taken other girls for a ride before
But I got your number
See baby, I can play your game
And you can tell me how it feels
'cause everything you've ever done to me
Can be done right back to you!
[PHONE RINGS] - "Hello"
Baby you thought you could play me
Thought that you could make a little move and fake me
Honey, I don't need be
Just another quick notch your on your belt, not me
I'll never be a prize on your shelf
A real player you'll never be
You need to run your game on someone else instead of me
Look at you now, poor baby
You're so through
So tell me how it feels
Now that someone is playing you
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire (Fire, like fire, like fire)
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone
Boy, you can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was by best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're
Hot like fire (Fire, like fire, like fire)
Trunks stood at the threshold of the room through the whole exhibition. He was sure that Pan didn't have a clue to how she moved in there. But, he guessed that there was something else in there. She had felt too into the song for it not to mean anything to her.
Something at the bottom of his mind made a connection. She had been used before, he could tell by her Sinicism to the song. She was playing the girl in mind and body. It was no wonder that she had been reluctant to agree to be with him.
Noiselessly, he slipped into the room. Her eyes were closed, she was as it seemed putting away some shirts that had been thrown out by them from before.
He slipped his arms around her waist, and whispered to her ear. "Who's hot like fire?" His voice held the tone of desire and sensual play.
In turn, she turned around to be in front of him. "What took you so long?"
"I went out for a little walk," he explained. A smirk played on his face. "And then I didn't want to interrupt the little display in front of me."
Just as he had predicted, she blushed crimson. "I can't believe it." He heard her mutter. She shook her head and turned back to what she had been doing before.
After a minute of watching her pick up the things and fold them to place them somewhere inside the closet, he picked up right by her and started to help her around.
After weighting it around in his mind, Trunks decided that it was best for him to get it out in the open. He was curious and he needed to know more about that person right there right now.
"Who was the guy?"
Pan immediately stopped her doings and glanced his way. His eyes were concentrated on the cloth on his hand but, he was waiting for her to respond. After not getting anything from her, he connected his eyes with hers expectantly. "What happened?" He rephrased the question.
Pan continued on with the folding and placing. He was about to let it all go when she started to talk.
"He was a bastard who used one of my friends to get to me." She acknowledged. "When he got on my good side, they had a break up and he started to concentrate on me."
"Why?" Trunks didn't know what else to ask.
"Because I was known to never give a guy a second glance. Because I was the granddaughter of Satan, the 'savior' of the planet. Because I was just another notch to put on his belt." She answered easily.
He moved his weight from one foot to the other. It was time like these that he never knew what to say to make everything alright. He didn't know if it was better to talk than to remain quiet. Talking won.
"You found out the truth."
"I did," she agreed. "Marron saw him one day playing around with a girl on a club. She called me and I decided to fight back." She laughed sardonically. "They hadn't known me to be a rock hearted person for nothing before."
"You're not like that." He told her. He reached for a strand of her hair, lovingly stroking it. "You're better than that."
"I somehow knew that," she gave him a smile. "That's why I fought fire with fire and his was put out."
Trunks was afraid to ask this. But he needed to know. "Is that why you treated me so cold when you meet me?"
"Yeah," she replied. Her eyes rolled to the floor. She didn't want to meet his gaze. "I know that it's pretty hard to judge someone that you don't know but, I saw the look in your eyes and the smile of confidence." She got the courage to look at him in the eye.
"I'm not someone who takes a second seat and let's people walk over them." She walked over to him and his somewhat guilt expression and stood there meeting his gaze straight on. He seemed to want to avoid it.
"Can I make a confession?"
Pan nodded.
"I'm exactly like that guy that you described." He saw her take a small step back but not off. "I do the same things he did." Pan retreated completely toward the bed. She sat on it.
Trunks retreated himself, but to the wall. He pushed his back against it and leaned in completely. He had told her the truth. She was going to find out sooner or later and he didn't want her to listen from someone else but him. The sooner she knew of him, the better. But, loosing this would not be good.
"When can we leave?" She asked from her place.
"Anytime you want," replied Trunks, his eyes shut. "The storm broke over during the night. The sky is still dark but the lighting is over."
"Uh-huh," was her reply as she took the last clothing and threw it in the closet. She passed through the threshold and out of the house. To Trunks surprise, the front door didn't slam, it was simply shut.
Well, he had to face the facts. What girl would want to place her heart in his hands when he had played with so many that he himself didn't trust himself with them. Just when he found a woman that he could trust himself with, the truth was never going to give him a chance.
It had felt so right with her and no chance at all. He'd rather that happen than to have her put him in with the other men she knew. He couldn't let that happen. He was halfway there, he didn't need to be scorned for being a true to the heart bastard.
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This was to be a Pan and Trunks chapter but I couldn't help but put the Bra part in. Well, the next part will be the second part which will center on Bra and Goten and have a part of Pan and Trunks.
Next Chapter : Pan needs to talk to her great grandfather about something. But what's this; it seems that one of Trunks past dealings wants to talk to her. Is this a dream? Goten wakes up disoriented and finds himself trapped with an object of desire that only wants his downfall. What will happen?
See you all,
Moon Star