Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 7

So here's Chapter 7 - I'm surprising myself by actually persevering with a fic! Usually I lose interest quite quickly, but thanks to some really lovely reviews I'm carrying on!

Also, please check out Alastor Nightshade's first fic - really amazing action writing!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball.

 

 

It was early in the morning before Vegeta returned to Capsule Corp. He had been lost in his thoughts for hours after Pan departed. He still couldn't understand what had caused her little episode, and even more so, what revived her in what seemed like a bad situation.

 

He felt on edge. It was as though he wasn't in control of any aspect of his emotional subconscious anymore and he hated it. Although he knew that it wasn't the healthiest thing to do, he prided himself on his cold and impassable exterior; any evidence of attachment was a weakness on the battlefield.

 

He landed softly in the gardens of the huge dome. From what he could gather it must have been around 8am because there was noticeable activity coming from inside the house. He walked calmly around to the gravity room with every intention of letting out whatever frustrations plagued his mind. It probably wasn't the wisest idea, seeing as his body and mind were absolutely shattered from the little to no sleep he had got in the past few days. To his surprise, the room was already occupied. In his mind - no-one would be in there that early unless he had forced them.

 

 

Trunks stood motionless in the centre of the room, savouring the feel of the increasing gravity on his muscular form. He had training since 4am - he couldn't sleep - yet he felt no need to stop and rest.

 

Sweat poured down his face, his muscles twitched under the tremendous exertion they were no longer used to.

 

A deep, calming breath; then intense reactions - he blurred out of focus, shooting balls of his ki throughout the room then countering them with expert skill. Any bystander wouldn't have believed that he had been stuck behind a desk for the best part of the past decade. His concentration was interrupted by his father entered the room, the gravity speedily returning to normal.

 

“Well, what a surprise. I thought you had grown too soft for this sort of thing.” Vegeta leant against the doorframe in his trademark stance.

 

Trunks growled and bore his teeth at his father. “You underestimate me.” He lowered himself into a fighting stance. “Come on, father dearest. What are you waiting for?”

 

Vegeta stared Trunks in the eyes. There was something different about his son. Something character defining had gone… but he couldn't pinpoint what. On a physical level, the boy looked terrible. His face, usually close to flawless, looked weathered and drawn. Prominent black bags hung daringly under his eyes; but his eyes were what haunted Vegeta the most. The vivid blue that he had inherited from the Woman had reduced to a pale, bland grey. It was as though any vivacity for life he once held had escaped through his listless orbs.

 

“I will not spar with you in this state.” He turned to leave, refusing to acknowledge Trunks further. He was in no state to train, let alone draw someone else into his self-destructive moment.

 

“Don't you dare walk away!” Trunks' coarse shout echoed throughout the gravity chamber.

 

Vegeta carried on through the door.

 

“Don't ignore me!!” A ki blast spiralled out the door and hit an unsuspecting Vegeta in the back, making him stagger forwards in surprise. He turned to face his son, a look of murder in his eyes. The blast didn't necessarily hurt, but the boy had taken a hefty chunk out of the Saiya-no-Ouji's pride.

 

He walked back into the room and shut the door behind him calmly. Trunks readied himself for attack again.

 

“Listen, boy. I will not spar with you when you are in this state. You are not focused; you are blinded by whatever issue plagues you. Take this as a rare snippet of father-son advice.” He paused, hoping that Trunks would heed his advice. “Discover what eats at you and defeat that before you try to defeat anything else.” He once again turned his back on his son and left him with his thoughts.

 

 

Pan slumped over the kitchen table. She felt like she had been hit by a bus.

 

Videl placed a cup of coffee in front of her nose. “You look like you need this.” She said, a smile playing upon her lips.

 

Pan smiled in return, taking a sip of the velvety brown liquid. She could always count on her Mum to lighten her mood and lift her spirits.

 

“What are your plans today? I was thinking we could go for a `Ladies Lunch', it's been a while since we've done that.”

 

“That sounds great Mum…” Pan paused. “So what's the catch?”

 

Videl laughed. Her daughter knew her too well. “Well, seeing as you're now of age, I'm going to be nice and stereotypical and say that my little Panny-chan needs a new look - considering you're not a `little Panny-chan' anymore!”

 

Pan groaned, loudly. Her mother had tried to do this before on her 16th birthday. Why was she hell-bent on making sure she had a new image? She couldn't fathom what she had against her shorts and bandanna.

 

“Please Pan-chan,” her mother begged. “It won't be for long; just the morning - up until lunch.” Even though her mother was in her forties, she still had the puppy-dog look perfected and Pan consented. She headed up to her room in order to shower and ready herself for one of the longest mornings of her life.

 

 

Clouds rolled across the sky - an ominous sign of a thunderstorm. The winds picked up, gently blowing lavender hair into dirty blue eyes. Heavy raindrops started to fall, slowly at first, then gathering speed, matting the lavender to tan skin.

 

He clenched his fist in frustration; looking over at the small, cosy family home at the bottom of the hill he was stood.

 

“Why isn't she here?!”

 

Trunks started to pace in anger. He was going to follow his father's advice - source the root of the problem - and extinguish it.

 

A roll of thunder echoed throughout the valleys around Mount Pazou, the rain still falling steadily. He involuntarily shivered as he continued to pace, waiting for his prey to return.

 

Minute after minute passed, with each second Trunks grew more agitated, his eyes flashing with rage once in a while. Eventually, he saw Pan and Videl arrive back home, soaked to the bone.

 

He watched her.

 

He watched the way she scrambled for the door, her hair stuck to her face and neck, her white shirt now a translucent film. He watched the mother and daughter duo enter the house and he felt for Pan's ki, to ensure she would be upstairs, alone.

 

He flew over to her window, straying a few feet back, watching her intently. She stripped off her sodden clothing and used a towel to dry her hair. He felt excited. His prey was readying herself for him. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and he felt this to be a prime time to make his entrance.

 

Stupid girl, he thought. Too wrapped up in her own little world to even realise I'm here…

 

He tapped on the window, getting her attention, startling her.

 

“Trunks!”

 

He smiled, but there was more to it. There was a demonic smirk behind the smile that Pan Son knew too well, and it frightened her. She grabbed a sheet from her bed and opened the window for him.

 

“Trunks, what are you…” Before she could continue he grabbed her, pulling her out the window with force and holding her tight to his form. She struggled, trying to get out of his painful grip, but it was no use. He bolted through the sky, still holding on intently to his prize until he came across a clearing. He landed, tossing her to the ground as if she were a rag doll.

 

Pan was shivering with the cold, the rain lashing against her exposed body. She pulled the soaking wet sheet close to her, trying to cover herself up.

 

“Please… tell me, what's gotten into you? Why are you doing this, Trunks?”

 

She got no response. He stalked up to her, a red haze descending upon his senses. He pinned her forcefully to the ground and smothered her lips with his, violently trying to gain access to her mouth with his tongue. She panicked, trying to let out a scream but instead giving Trunks the access he so desperately wanted. His hands started to roam her body and tears started to fall from her eyes. This wasn't the Trunks-chan she grew up with, this was a monster. She raised her ki in distress, hoping someone would be paying attention, and could come to her aid.

 

He stopped his assault on her lips for a brief moment and her eyes caught his. They were dark, almost black and a wave of nausea hit her, bile rising in her throat.

 

“I waited for this Panny… I've waited so long for you.” His voice was absent of emotion, bland yet sinister at the same time.

 

She opened her mouth in response but she was hit with his lips once again. He grabbed her legs roughly, causing her to whimper in pain. He started to work his way to the waistband of her pants when he stopped.

 

He shot his head up to glare at her.

 

“Someone has already had you. I can smell it.” He hit her across the face, causing her lip to split and blood to seep down her chin, mixing with the rain. “Who was it Pan-chan? Who did you give yourself up for?” He hit her again.

 

She froze. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

 

“You were meant to be waiting for me. You're mine - who would you readily give yourself up for? You're nothing but a little slut!” He raised his hand, a ki ball forming slowly but surely. “You're damaged goods now, Panny. No-one will want you now…”

 

She squeezed her eyes shut, tensing in anticipation of the oncoming attack when she felt him thrown off her. She heard him land some way away with a sickening thud. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see Vegeta floating in the air, powered up to Super Saiya-jin.

 

The tears flowed ever faster as she saw Trunks unconscious about five feet away from her and the reality of what just happened set in. She hugged the wet sheet to her ever closer, trembling in the harsh wind and rain.

 

 

Vegeta dropped to the ground, restoring his ki to normal. He walked up behind the girl and knelt down beside her. She turned and sobbed into his chest, screaming that she was confused, that she didn't understand why Trunks would do such horrible things.

 

He put his arms around the girl and comforted her as best as he could.

 

“He… He said he could tell that someone had already `had' me.” She choked. “How could he know?”

 

Vegeta froze. The worst possible scenario was coming to light. He had already taken the girl; but now his son wanted her as his mate. He shut his eyes in silent agony and held Pan closer to his body.

 

Trunks wasn't alone in his desire.

 

 

Sorry if that was a little dark, but I think it helped to capture the state of Trunks' mind in this situation.

Well, you know the saying; `Things can only get better'?

 

Nah… that would be too easy!

 

Feedback welcomed as always.

 

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