Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Endless Days ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black flowers ; chapter 7, 'Endless Days'
Pan trembled in his arms, the waves of her first orgasm washing over her. Deep red claw marks littered Trunks' naked back. It had been rough... everything Trunks had not expected it to be. He pulled her shivering form closer against him, feeling the excitement flood through him at her soft whimpers in his ear. He still had not withdrawn from her, both relishing in such closeness. Pan gently kissed along his muscular neck. She couldn't believe this was Trunks. The unattainable Saiyan male that had filled her adolescent dreams. The man every woman wanted… Her first love.
And now they were here, making love. He had done as he had silently promised. He had been passionate in their embrace. It had been unbelievable. He seemed to know exactly what she had needed, exactly when and where. Deep inside the recesses of her mind she knew this was because of his experience with other women.
Trunks' hand was still caressing her breast, his tired but still fueled desire apparent. With a contended sigh, he pulled out of her. "You were great, babe." He murmured like it had been rehearsed a million times. Pan tried hard to fight the tears welling her eyes. It was true! She bit her lip. He was no better than his father! She watched as he got to his feet, reaching for his clothes and silently dressing. He didn't acknowledge her at all.
Pan remembered how nervous her father always used to get when he was suspicious of her obvious crush on Trunks. Just like everyone knew Trunks was a player. That he used women, Pan had never believed it for herself. Sure, she knew, but she had held him much higher in her mind's eye. Never believing him capable of such things. Did he not even realise? Had he grown so accustomed to getting what he wanted from women?
He finished dressing, and Pan pulled her gi over her with shame. She dragged it on, seeing that Trunks had settled himself against one of the walls, his eyes closed in a content relaxed manner. She finished dressing, and paused, not knowing what to even say to him. How could he turn so fast from that passionate creature that had made love to her, that had made her feel as good as she had, into such complacency? Trunks finally looked at her, sensing her gaze. He frowned at her face.
"What's wrong?" he almost demanded gruffly. He saw her face crumble even more.
"'You were great, babe.'" She mimicked him. "I can't believe you!"
Trunks frowned more. "You wanted great sex, and I gave it to you! You wanted me to fuck you better than you'd had before. I made you scream when you came! What's your problem?" he yelled at her. "Do you want me to fucking marry you or something?"
It felt like Pan had been stabbed right in the chest. She couldn't believe he was acting this way! After all she had told him, all that trust she had put in him! Yes she wanted rough sex… but she always wanted some sort of feeling from him, some sort of respect or care. He had missed that entirely.
"I'm sorry I trusted you." Pan said coldly, her eyes refusing to tear, remaining stony black. "You're not who I thought you were… I loved you, I always have... don't you see that? But you'll never love anyone but yourself. People like you will always be lonely."
Trunks felt her words hit him, cutting into him harshly. He broke her gaze abruptly and growled through his gritted teeth. What did a brat like her know, anyway? He was rich, successful, he had as many female companions as he wanted! He was never lonely.
Jus then, the door was burst open as the guards appear to escort them back. Trunks refused to look at her again. Pan however couldn't help still gazing at him. Damn it, Trunks Briefs! Why can't I hate you?
Pan was in no mood to talk when they returned to the cell. She pushed straight past the others. She ran to her bed, laying on it with her back to the others. Gohan approached her. "Pan..?" he said. He searched for the right words. "Was it…okay? Are you...um...hurt or anything?" He mumbled.
"No, Daddy. It was great. Trunks is a real animal." She snapped.
Gohan froze with horror. His gaze moved and met Trunks' briefly, but he tore his eyes away, not knowing what to think anymore.
They waited hours, but no one came for Bra.
"Have they changed their minds?" Bra's voice, desperate, full of false hope.
Vegeta scowled, his soul tearing to pieces for his little princess.
___*___
Pan stirred in the night, hearing low moans. She opened her eyes, blinking through the darkness, sitting up slightly. What she saw made her heart sink. The moans were coming from Goten's bed. …And sharing it was Trunks. The two men were moving, Trunks on top. She saw Trunks eyes gleam in the faint moonlight, his head tossed back with pleasure. Movement in the bed behind her, and an irritated snort from Vegeta distracted her. He seemed to be awake. Pan knew he was all too fully aware of his son's encounter with Goten too. She tried with difficulty to sleep again, blocking out everything. The last thing she heard was Trunks' muffled cry of pleasure.
The morning brought another endless day. No one acknowledged or said anything about Trunks and Goten. Pan silently seethed inside. Had he done it to attack her? To make her hurt? Goten looked brighter, almost happy. Pan couldn't feel any joy in that fact, no matter how hard she tried.
"Would you stop that infernal whistling!" Vegeta roared suddenly at his son. Trunks paused. He had been whistling a jaunty tune for a half an hour now. Vegeta had finally been wound far enough. Like all of them… ready to break at any time. Bra jumped at his outburst, fully on edge for the time she would be taken away again.
Trunks looked almost maniacally amused. "You're too grumpy." He laughed. "Too frustrated, are we?"
"At least I haven't resorted to taking my pleasures from any spawn of Kakkorrot." Vegeta hissed at him.
Trunks smirked. He rolled his body sensually. "Just cos you ain't getting any." He teased. "Goten's a great lay."
Pan frowned. Trunks was making no effort to be private about these matters. He was just playing with Goten. It was all too obvious. Although she more than knew her rather sex-crazed uncle welcomed Trunks' nightly visits.
She saw Trunk's eyes dart to her own, searching for a reaction. Pan didn't dignify him with any. She turned away, heading for the punching bag with a purpose. She wound the material around her fists, throwing the first punch, making the punching bag sway dangerously. A wave of manic relief filled her. She punched again and again, enjoying the madness, the release.
Vegeta slunk up to her. He watched her casually for a few minutes.
"My son was a disappointment, I take it?" he asked sullenly.
Pan stopped her mad flurry of punches. "Fuck you!" She snapped at him.
Vegeta smirked. "…You already did."
"You bastard." Pan seethed. "You and all your fucking bloodline! First I had to carry your damn child…" Her eyes then darted away from Vegeta. She pointed plainly at Trunks. "Then I have to have this bastards' abomination inside of me! I can't stand it... it makes me sick!"
Trunks froze with horror. For a moment, he felt as though someone had wrenched his heart out of him. He found he was trembling with the force of her vicious words. "Pan…" he murmured with difficulty.
"I'd rather be dead than carry your fucking child…" She seethed venomously. "You don't deserve to have a child in this world. You don't have the capacity to love anyone else but yourself!"
Trunks fought the pain that hit him. He wanted to rage and cry. For the first time in his life, someone had pulled him on it. His inability to love anyone, the way he manipulated, the way he used people so carelessly. The way he could hurt so badly, but feel no remorse, no guilt. He trembled. Pan was the first. She was the first to ever push his buttons, tell him what he really was. Made him see himself… say what no one else would say. He almost screamed. He was confronted with his worst fear... himself. The cold hearted abomination he truly was. What he couldn't face…
"NOOOOOO!" He screamed out loud. He clutched his hands in his hair, his knuckles white.
Pan's face was also pale, the tears shivering down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..." She choked. "I'm sorry!!!" She screamed with guilt. "It isn't true! I'm sorry!" She sobbed hysterically.
Trunks lifted his face to look at her eyes. "It is…" he choked out. There was something new in his eyes. It made Pan's heart almost break. What had been his proud arrogance had crumbled away. Like a layer peeled away. Getting rawer each day, all of them. Each time one more layer of themselves being stripped away. When would it end? What when they were down to their last layer... their core?
Pan fell to her knees. Dende help them…
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black flowers ; chapter 7, 'Endless Days'
Pan trembled in his arms, the waves of her first orgasm washing over her. Deep red claw marks littered Trunks' naked back. It had been rough... everything Trunks had not expected it to be. He pulled her shivering form closer against him, feeling the excitement flood through him at her soft whimpers in his ear. He still had not withdrawn from her, both relishing in such closeness. Pan gently kissed along his muscular neck. She couldn't believe this was Trunks. The unattainable Saiyan male that had filled her adolescent dreams. The man every woman wanted… Her first love.
And now they were here, making love. He had done as he had silently promised. He had been passionate in their embrace. It had been unbelievable. He seemed to know exactly what she had needed, exactly when and where. Deep inside the recesses of her mind she knew this was because of his experience with other women.
Trunks' hand was still caressing her breast, his tired but still fueled desire apparent. With a contended sigh, he pulled out of her. "You were great, babe." He murmured like it had been rehearsed a million times. Pan tried hard to fight the tears welling her eyes. It was true! She bit her lip. He was no better than his father! She watched as he got to his feet, reaching for his clothes and silently dressing. He didn't acknowledge her at all.
Pan remembered how nervous her father always used to get when he was suspicious of her obvious crush on Trunks. Just like everyone knew Trunks was a player. That he used women, Pan had never believed it for herself. Sure, she knew, but she had held him much higher in her mind's eye. Never believing him capable of such things. Did he not even realise? Had he grown so accustomed to getting what he wanted from women?
He finished dressing, and Pan pulled her gi over her with shame. She dragged it on, seeing that Trunks had settled himself against one of the walls, his eyes closed in a content relaxed manner. She finished dressing, and paused, not knowing what to even say to him. How could he turn so fast from that passionate creature that had made love to her, that had made her feel as good as she had, into such complacency? Trunks finally looked at her, sensing her gaze. He frowned at her face.
"What's wrong?" he almost demanded gruffly. He saw her face crumble even more.
"'You were great, babe.'" She mimicked him. "I can't believe you!"
Trunks frowned more. "You wanted great sex, and I gave it to you! You wanted me to fuck you better than you'd had before. I made you scream when you came! What's your problem?" he yelled at her. "Do you want me to fucking marry you or something?"
It felt like Pan had been stabbed right in the chest. She couldn't believe he was acting this way! After all she had told him, all that trust she had put in him! Yes she wanted rough sex… but she always wanted some sort of feeling from him, some sort of respect or care. He had missed that entirely.
"I'm sorry I trusted you." Pan said coldly, her eyes refusing to tear, remaining stony black. "You're not who I thought you were… I loved you, I always have... don't you see that? But you'll never love anyone but yourself. People like you will always be lonely."
Trunks felt her words hit him, cutting into him harshly. He broke her gaze abruptly and growled through his gritted teeth. What did a brat like her know, anyway? He was rich, successful, he had as many female companions as he wanted! He was never lonely.
Jus then, the door was burst open as the guards appear to escort them back. Trunks refused to look at her again. Pan however couldn't help still gazing at him. Damn it, Trunks Briefs! Why can't I hate you?
Pan was in no mood to talk when they returned to the cell. She pushed straight past the others. She ran to her bed, laying on it with her back to the others. Gohan approached her. "Pan..?" he said. He searched for the right words. "Was it…okay? Are you...um...hurt or anything?" He mumbled.
"No, Daddy. It was great. Trunks is a real animal." She snapped.
Gohan froze with horror. His gaze moved and met Trunks' briefly, but he tore his eyes away, not knowing what to think anymore.
They waited hours, but no one came for Bra.
"Have they changed their minds?" Bra's voice, desperate, full of false hope.
Vegeta scowled, his soul tearing to pieces for his little princess.
___*___
Pan stirred in the night, hearing low moans. She opened her eyes, blinking through the darkness, sitting up slightly. What she saw made her heart sink. The moans were coming from Goten's bed. …And sharing it was Trunks. The two men were moving, Trunks on top. She saw Trunks eyes gleam in the faint moonlight, his head tossed back with pleasure. Movement in the bed behind her, and an irritated snort from Vegeta distracted her. He seemed to be awake. Pan knew he was all too fully aware of his son's encounter with Goten too. She tried with difficulty to sleep again, blocking out everything. The last thing she heard was Trunks' muffled cry of pleasure.
The morning brought another endless day. No one acknowledged or said anything about Trunks and Goten. Pan silently seethed inside. Had he done it to attack her? To make her hurt? Goten looked brighter, almost happy. Pan couldn't feel any joy in that fact, no matter how hard she tried.
"Would you stop that infernal whistling!" Vegeta roared suddenly at his son. Trunks paused. He had been whistling a jaunty tune for a half an hour now. Vegeta had finally been wound far enough. Like all of them… ready to break at any time. Bra jumped at his outburst, fully on edge for the time she would be taken away again.
Trunks looked almost maniacally amused. "You're too grumpy." He laughed. "Too frustrated, are we?"
"At least I haven't resorted to taking my pleasures from any spawn of Kakkorrot." Vegeta hissed at him.
Trunks smirked. He rolled his body sensually. "Just cos you ain't getting any." He teased. "Goten's a great lay."
Pan frowned. Trunks was making no effort to be private about these matters. He was just playing with Goten. It was all too obvious. Although she more than knew her rather sex-crazed uncle welcomed Trunks' nightly visits.
She saw Trunk's eyes dart to her own, searching for a reaction. Pan didn't dignify him with any. She turned away, heading for the punching bag with a purpose. She wound the material around her fists, throwing the first punch, making the punching bag sway dangerously. A wave of manic relief filled her. She punched again and again, enjoying the madness, the release.
Vegeta slunk up to her. He watched her casually for a few minutes.
"My son was a disappointment, I take it?" he asked sullenly.
Pan stopped her mad flurry of punches. "Fuck you!" She snapped at him.
Vegeta smirked. "…You already did."
"You bastard." Pan seethed. "You and all your fucking bloodline! First I had to carry your damn child…" Her eyes then darted away from Vegeta. She pointed plainly at Trunks. "Then I have to have this bastards' abomination inside of me! I can't stand it... it makes me sick!"
Trunks froze with horror. For a moment, he felt as though someone had wrenched his heart out of him. He found he was trembling with the force of her vicious words. "Pan…" he murmured with difficulty.
"I'd rather be dead than carry your fucking child…" She seethed venomously. "You don't deserve to have a child in this world. You don't have the capacity to love anyone else but yourself!"
Trunks fought the pain that hit him. He wanted to rage and cry. For the first time in his life, someone had pulled him on it. His inability to love anyone, the way he manipulated, the way he used people so carelessly. The way he could hurt so badly, but feel no remorse, no guilt. He trembled. Pan was the first. She was the first to ever push his buttons, tell him what he really was. Made him see himself… say what no one else would say. He almost screamed. He was confronted with his worst fear... himself. The cold hearted abomination he truly was. What he couldn't face…
"NOOOOOO!" He screamed out loud. He clutched his hands in his hair, his knuckles white.
Pan's face was also pale, the tears shivering down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..." She choked. "I'm sorry!!!" She screamed with guilt. "It isn't true! I'm sorry!" She sobbed hysterically.
Trunks lifted his face to look at her eyes. "It is…" he choked out. There was something new in his eyes. It made Pan's heart almost break. What had been his proud arrogance had crumbled away. Like a layer peeled away. Getting rawer each day, all of them. Each time one more layer of themselves being stripped away. When would it end? What when they were down to their last layer... their core?
Pan fell to her knees. Dende help them…