Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Love ❯ Lost Love ( One-Shot )

AUTHOR: BrknDrknss

PAIRING: Trunks/Pan

RATING: R

WARNINGS: Lemon!! Characters are OOC so no flames about that.

SUMMERY: Torn from Trunk's rejection of her love at thirteen, Pan runs away, leaving a note to her parents and not returning for eight long years. When she does return, she has grown into a beautiful, but strong woman. When she meets up with Trunks again, Love finally erupts between them.

NOTES: This is written from Pan's P.O.V. my first lemon attempt. Please be gentle with the reviews. I know that it probably sucks ass, but oh well.

Lost Love

BrknDrknss

`Can't you see? I'm in lo-'

`Panny, you're thirteen. You can't love. You're just a child. Maybe if you were older, but you can't. We can't. I'm sorry Pan.'

`But Trunks, I'm in love with you. There's always a chance with love.'

Trunks shook his head at me, his Lavender locks falling into his face, his eyes burning at me. A fire blew in them, a fire that I had never seen. It was almost one of hatred. Loathing.

`Panny, you won't even fight me. A true Saiyan would fight.'

`I don't want to hurt you.' I said defensively. Trunks wore the same hard expression, sighed, and turned to look back at the lake on the Capsule Corp. grounds. He slowly gazed out, his expression changing to frustration.

`Pan, just… just stop.' I felt the tears burn into my eyes, the now familiar sense of longing pile into my stomach.

`Trunks…' He put his hand into my hair and ruffled it softly. He always did this to me.

`Panny, please. It's for the best. I've… I've got to go…' With that he cast me a worried look as my tears fell to the ground. I was angry. Furious. Livid with a burning desire.

`I'll show you Trunks. I'll prove who is a real Saiyan. Because I will always love you, I will prove to you what you have missed.'

I let the tears fall, watching as the glow of his aura faded into the woods, but his Ki just as high as it was when he left me. I suddenly felt the desperate desire to train, to train hard and long. I flew home, blasting the door open with a strong punch. "What the hell…" I heard my mom cry out in surprise as bits of the door rained down into the kitchen. "PAN!" she screamed as I flew into my room. I slammed the door and fell onto the floor, huge sobs racking at my body, tears falling into my long hair, and the burning desire still in me.

`I will beat him…' I whispered to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

At three that morning I woke, rested and ready to train. `I have to stay gone for a while… I will make him feel bad…' I gathered all of my traveling clothes, sleeping stuff, you know, the usual things that people on long journeys take with them. I put on my darkest clothes and picked up a sword from the corner of the room. I looked at the shinning metal, and swung it to my side. It was a very light sword, a gift from Daddy this year on my birthday. I put it into the holster on my belt and looked around the room one last time. All of my capsules were in my pocket, I had my sword. All I needed to do was get a little money from the counter downstairs, get some food into the capsules, and write a note to Mom and Daddy saying where I was. Of course they would be worried. Mom worries about everything.

`Let's see… bread, water, eggs, fruit, rice… dum de dum… all set.' I dropped the note onto the kitchen table, put the money into a capsule, dropped the last of the capsules into my pocket, and walked out of the front door. With one last look at the house, I took off. `Where to go…' I whispered. It would be a long eight years.

Eight years later, I woke up in a bed at the hotel. I had been walking back home for two weeks now, and GOD DAMN was I sore. I hadn't been this sore since I fought with… No. I hated thinking about him. It's all his fault that I have been waking up in hotels and under trees and in caves for the past eight years. When I left, I thought that I would be back in a few days, maybe a month or two if I got caught up with the training. But I was so angry at Trunks that I couldn't bring myself to return to home. Or to let anyone find me. I had stopped by Grandpa Goku's house a few days after leaving to use the gravity chamber that he had, but I quickly left when I saw Trunks and Goten flying in. I guess Vegeta blew their chamber up when Bulma was asleep and woke her up or something. I hadn't developed my Saiyan ears yet, so it was hard hiding behind the machines. Trunks had asked if anyone else was there, because he sensed another Ki nearby, but my Grandpa Goku, (being the wonderful man that he is and knowing how angry I was at Trunks) told him no. I had left that day, getting tons (seriously. Grandma Chi Chi is a psycho) of food from Grandma Chi Chi. and so I left, and here I am now. Just a few hours away from home, walking through the woods. I hated the roads, so I just walked in the rough forest. Hey, it was a good workout.

When I got home, I could see Goten training behind my house. "Goten!" I screamed. He turned, and looked at me. Two seconds later I was knocked to the ground by a bone-crushing hug. "Pan!! You're finally back!" he pulled back and looked at me. "Is that you Panny?" I laughed, hugging him back. "Yeah, It's me alright!" He smiled at me. "Panny's all grown up now. Everyone is going to be so shocked to see how pretty my little niece Panny is now. You must have taken after my side of the family." I giggled and stood up. "Where are Mom and Daddy?" Goten pointed to the house. "Okay, I had better go see them." He nodded, smiled, and followed me in. When I opened the door, I could see Bulma, Vegeta, Mom, and Daddy at the kitchen table talking about something. "Mom! Daddy!" I yelled, laughing as their heads snapped up in shock. Daddy squinted as he stood up. "Pan? Is that my Panny???" I laughed and hugged him and Mom. Bulma gave me a hug too, and Vegeta gave me a nod. "Pan, you've really grown up!" Bulma said. Mom was too busy crying at my sudden arrival to really say anything. "Mom, it's ok! It's just me after all." She kept crying so I shrugged and trudged upstairs for a shower. Bra came out of the bathroom and screamed when she saw me. "Pan! Pan! It's Pan!" I raised an eyebrow and gave her a hug. She still had that demented side of her. "Uh… yeah, it's me." She laughed and pulled away. "You're a big girl now, huh Pan? Oh shit! I have to go, Goten and I are going to go to Goku's house. I have to fix that damn Gravity Chamber yet again." I laughed as she walked downstairs. "Now for that shower…"

After a good two hours in the shower I pulled on some black jeans and a silver tank top, and finished drying my hair. It was hanging around my shoulders in long black layers. I smiled at my reflection. I had turned into quite a woman. I stepped into the kitchen to find- "TRUNKS?!" I screamed, stepping back. It was otherwise empty. Trunks froze and snapped his head over to me. He looked just as good as always, Lavender hair, muscular chest, a black muscle shirt and long jean shorts on… I shook my head. "Pa- Pan?!" He cried, straightening up and looking me up and down, his usual scowl replaced with an… almost smile. The smile flashed and then turned into a look of shock as his eyes burned over me. I watched, blush creeping into my cheeks as he finally stopped on my chest. Vegeta slammed the door, muttering something about Kakarrot (Grandpa Goku). Trunks smiled at me and turned back to the freezer to get some ice cream. "Want any?" I nodded, after all, I hadn't eaten since I left the hotel. As we sat at the table eating ice cream hearing Vegeta blab on and on to Bulma (upstairs) about how much he wanted to kill Kakarrot and if she could improve the Gravity Chamber and a bunch of other stuff that we didn't get, Trunks leaned over the table and looked me dead in the eye. "Are you any different than when you left us? Or can we go back to being fighting buddies?" I looked back at him. "Huh?" He sighed. "You know. It's been eight years. Do you still want to fight each other or are we still… you know." "O… oh. No, no, no. I want a good fight. I've been training for eight years for a good fight! Everyone that I met was a pushover. It's time for some real training!" Trunks smiled and gave me a hug, but there was something different. Somehow, I just felt like that wasn't the answer that he was looking for. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he seemed a little bit different after I said that. Truth was, I still loved him, but he was better off as a friend… at least for now. Damn it. I still wanted him, needed him, craved him, but I had to let go for right now. I had to keep that in my heart until the time came. "So, Pan," I heard him say. "Why exactly did you leave?" I froze. I didn't expect him to ask that question! He knew damn well why I left. He was looking at me so curiously, though. I pushed a strand of hair from my eyes as I continued to eat the ice cream. "I don't know… I just had to get away and do some more training by myself. I thought that it would do me good. It did though, it did some good. I mean, I fought some really strong people and I mastered the SS thr-" He cut me off. "You WHAT?" I looked up at him. His eyes were shocked. "SUPER SAIYAN THREE?!" I nodded. It had been eight years of frustration and anger and… love. He was still looking at me in shock. "Wow! Pan, that's amazing!" I smiled weakly, and swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "We'll have to fight soon! I want to see that!" I nodded, dropped my empty bowl into the sink, and sat back down. I tilted my head back against the back of the chair and looked at him out of the corner of my eyes. "It's been a long eight years." He smiled, and looked down, thinking that I wasn't looking at him. His face was perplexed, and he seemed to be concentrating very hard on the ice cream. A little… two hard to say the least. It blew up into a big bubble, and then splattered all over me. I screamed as the ice cream slid down my tank top and over my chest. "Shit! Let me help you…" he had said. He grabbed a towel and while I was wiping the ice cream off my arm, he started to wipe my chest, his eyes not leaving mine. My breath caught in my throat as he wiped. I knew that this was turning him on. It was just a little obvious. His fingers brushed my exposed flesh as he continued to clean it up. He… we both must have been deaf not to notice it when Bulma walked into the kitchen and gasped. She had obviously seen my bright red face and Trunks with his hands all over me. "Trunks! Pan! What are you doing?!" it was Trunks turn to turn crimson. "Uh…" we both said at the same time, turning around to see Bulma standing to the right of us, looking at where Trunks had his hands. Both of us were in shock, but Trunks was the first to recover. "C…Cleaning… the Ice… cream…." He stuttered. "I'm going to… go now," he said, giving me a quick look and blushing again. I blushed redder, and watched him run out the door in the direction of his room. I was still in shock when Bulma sat down. "Pan, dear, I guess that I should tell you that he wasn't the same when you left. I guess that I shouldn't have reacted so shocked." I looked into her eyes, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It killed Trunks when you left. Just… I don't know. He just wasn't the same. He was so much more like… like Vegeta! He was quiet, and mean to everyone. When Goten told him that you were here this morning when you went upstairs, let's just say that instead of being his normal aggravating self, he was shocked. And just between us…" she leaned closer. "I would say that he's feeling what you felt when you were thirteen." I felt my breath catch in my throat. "You mean that you think that he is in l… in love… with me?" Bulma smiled. "I think that he realized that what he said was wrong, but I think that it was the perfect way to go, telling you no until you were old enough. Like now." We both smiled. "I would say, that you guys are meant for each other. I can just tell. Just kick his ass for me when you guys fight next." I giggled and Bulma stood up. She leaned over again and whispered in my ear, "my mother walked in on me once with Vegeta doing the same to me, only he had spilled it down my shirt and we were doing, ahm, just a bit more than just cleaning it up." I felt a sudden urge to throw up with the thoughts of Bulma and Vegeta going at it on the kitchen table going through my head. I looked up, but Bulma was already out the back door. "Ugh! GROSS!" Time for some relaxing in my room until dinner, since Bra wasn't here to entertain me.

The rest of the day I sat at my laptop and found out what had happened while I had been gone. At six I changed into my favorite skirt and realized that I was hungry so I decided to go down. As soon as I opened the door, I guess that someone else was hungry as well, because I crashed right into Trunks. His hands went around my waist, stopping me from falling. When he pulled me back up I rested my head against his chest. He was so warm, and was still holding me tightly. I could feel his heartbeat pounding; it was almost as fast as my own. We were standing so close. I closed my eyes, still leaning on him. We were both a little short of breath. Right after I had closed my eyes, I could feel his lips on mine. I snapped open my eyes, looking into the ice ones that were locked on mine. At first I was shocked. But his lips were so smooth against mine, rubbing, and his tongue licking at my lips, begging to be let in. I quickly obeyed, my own lashing out against his. Slowly, I closed my eyes, and put my arms around his neck. His grip tightened on me as we continued our war. A second later he broke the kiss and I leaned against him, catching my breath. "You're an amazing kisser." He whispered into my ear. I smirked and looked up. His eyes were still burning into me. His rosy lips were too tempting. I looked into his eyes and kissed him again, nibbling on his bottom lip. I could hear a soft moan coming from him as one of my hands wound it's way into his hair. One of his hands brushed across my stomach, resting there. Bulma cleared her throat loudly, looking at us with raised eyebrows. "Can't you continue that somewhere other than the hallway where everyone can see you?" The second time that the woman had interrupted us that day! Damn her! She had shocked us once again. We were still frozen when Mom came up the stairs. She took one look at us, me, one hand in Trunk's hair, the other around his neck, and Trunks, one arm around my waist, the other on my stomach, and then she let out a highly auditable gasp. "Oh, Videl, I already told them off! Don't worry! Videl! Noo!" Somehow Mom ended up with a frying pan in her hand, and was advancing on Trunks. "Videl, you've been spending way too much time with Chi Chi." Bulma said with a giggle. Videl gave her a weak smile and looked back over at us before being guided back down the stairs with Bulma. Trunks and I slowly let go of each other, just as bright as we had been earlier. "That was embarrassing." I said quietly. Trunks nodded. "So…" I said, looking up at him. "I think that we should go back downstairs." I nodded and followed Trunks down the stairs.

Surprisingly, not a word was said about our kiss during the whole meal. It came as a shock to Trunks and me, who had, just by chance been seated next to each other by Bulma. We were just getting started on the desert when I felt something on my knee. I glanced down to see Trunks hand rubbing lightly on my thigh. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to continue eating, as if nothing was wrong. His hand rose up halfway on my thigh, rubbing closer inward. I shifted a little uncomfortably, hoping that nobody had noticed. Of course, someone had to of when Trunks hand found its way to the bottom of my panties. I felt blood in my mouth as He moved rhythmically. When he moved them aside my elbow slipped from the table and I dropped my spoon under the table. "Whoops!" I said, leaning down to get it. Trunk's hand had finally gotten my panties all the way to one side and was rubbing pretty fast. I was just about to come up from getting the damn spoon when he somehow managed to get a finger in. I banged my head on the table and sat up, rubbing it. I took his hand in mine, blushing furiously, and gave him a warning look. He looked at me innocently. I gave him back one of my you know what you're doing looks, and continued to eat. He stopped shockingly, but I knew that it would start again. Just as we were finishing the last five minutes of desert when he put it on my leg again. I pretended not to notice and continued telling Mom and Bulma about how I managed to live eight years on my own. Trunks didn't like this I guess and rubbed up faster. I took his hand away and straightened my skirt as I stood. "I think that I will go back upstairs if anyone needs me." I looked at Trunks out of the corner of my eye and watched him smirk. About five minutes of being by myself, Trunks knocked on my door. I opened it. "Yeah?" I said, a smile toying with my lips. "Want to go camping out in the woods tonight?" he asked, winking at me. I thought for a second. There was probably more that would be going on than just sleeping, so, why not? "Yeah, sure." I winked at him while he left, getting a smirk from him. "Heh heh… camping all alone with Trunks…"

Ten minutes later Trunks knocked on my window. He was hovering outside, looking a little impatient. "Ready?" he said, looking at me in my skirt. "Wait a second… aren't you going to change?" I shook my head. "Naah takes too much time." He smirked and nodded. As I powered up to fly, he shook his head. "Don't bother. I can carry you." I looked at him suspiciously, smiling. He gave a quiet laugh and took me in his arms. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, and to his shock, I put my legs around his torso. He laughed again. "Aren't you a go-getter." I responded by kissing him, and we took off for the woods.

Trunks landed a few minutes later; tossed down a capsule, and a second later we had a tent. A very small tent. "Trunks, isn't that made for one person?" He shrugged. "We already ate so now we can sleep if you want." He looked over at me but I was looking up. "What if it's a full moon?" I asked softly, feeling a desire building up again. He smiled at me and went into the tent. I shook my head. That was probably the real reason he wanted to come out here tonight.

Trunks was setting up two sleeping bags with his back to me when I entered the tent. I smirked at him. He took off his shirt, his back still to me, and I saw his shadow reaching for his pants. He slid them off, being left there in his boxers, and turned to the door, not seeing me. "Pan, you going to stay out there all night?" I crawled into his sleeping back, him not seeing me. He was too busy stretching. My eyes widened at his muscles. How I wanted to run my tongue all over them, to kiss every part of him… He yawned and got into his sleeping bag, waiting for me to `come in' from outside. I inwardly laughed at that. As soon as he laid down on his back, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Quick as a flash, I ripped his boxers down and put my mouth on his dick. He was scared to hell, I can tell you that, but he relaxed, up until he saw what I was doing. "Holy shit Pan!" he said, spreading his legs a little and ripping the boxers in half. I giggled and licked around his head. He moaned and with one hand gripped the back of my head. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, sucking and licking. He was getting harder and harder inside of my mouth. "Pan…" he moaned, the other hand grabbing onto the sleeping bag and ripping it open as he came. He came in a rush, filling my mouth with the sticky liquid. I swallowed it and came back up to kiss him. He was breathing heavily, gasping large swallows of breaths as he regained his control. He smiled at me and sat up. "Come here." It was an order. I crawled over to him, my silver tank top giving him a clear view down. His eyes were a bit larger than normal, but he was gentle. He kissed my lips, then down to my neck, sucking gently. I closed my eyes as he pulled off my shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. "Hold on…" I muttered, standing up. I slid out of the skirt, throwing it to where my shirt was, and in a swift movement, I had pulled off both my bra and panties. His eyes widened even more as my breasts were revealed to him. His patience didn't listen, and he pulled me down to him. He pushed me under him, and kissed my neck, my collarbone, and then he began to suck on my left breast. I moaned, pushing myself into him, my hands around his neck. He moved to the other, doing the same thing. As I became wetter, I felt him getting harder against my thigh. He stopped the treatment on my breasts, he kissed down to my stomach, swirling his tongue into my navel and then he kissed the most sensitive part of me. He dipped his tongue into me, causing me to grab onto the sleeping bag as he had done, my head tossed back, hair cascading down on the pillow. "Trunks!" I moaned as I came. His tongue didn't miss anything and he licked his lips as he came back up to me. I breathed in and out quickly as his ice blue eyes burned into mine. "Trunks… I need you!" He smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear." He was above me, and quickly thrust into me. I felt a strong sting erupt through my abdomen, and I gripped him around his neck, crying out softly. "Pan… I'm so sorry… I forgot that it hurt!" His face was full of worry. "Don't be stupid, it's going away. Keep going!" He smiled and kissed me. His thrusts became faster as we moved together, my hips moving up to meet him each time. The friction became superior, building up. Sweat glistened on both of our bodies. As we came closer to the point, I could feel him throbbing. I took on my Saiyan instinct and bit his neck, hard. I tasted his blood in my mouth as a sudden pain/pleasure/surprise shot through my body. He had bitten me as well. We both looked up, blood dripping from our lips. We came at the same time, an explosion of pleasure flooding my body. I screamed in pleasure, and heard him screaming my name. A sudden purple light enveloped up, and our Ki's sent off an amazing amount of power. He rolled onto his side, taking me with him, his seed still coming out slowly inside of me. "We're mates now… we're forever bonded…" he said slowly. I looked at his half-lidded eyes. "I love you Trunks." I said shakily. He smiled. "I love you too, Pan." I felt a tear fall from my eye, and his hand brushed it away. "You wouldn't believe how long I have wanted to hear you say that." He laughed quietly. "You wouldn't believe how long I have wanted to tell you." We both closed our eyes, and fell into a peaceful sleep. Just before, though, my last thoughts were that I finally won him over.

The end.

A/n

So how was the lemon? Sour enough? I was thinking about putting a tragic ending or something, but I hope that this was better. If you would like, I will write more lemons for Pan/Trunks. Let me know how you liked it! Email me with suggestions if you would like. Stormy5@mindspring.com Thanks so much!