Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So caught up in you ❯ I never did suspect a thing ( Chapter 2 )

So caught up in you

 

 

I never did suspect a thing

 

 

 

Pan was at her usual spot. She was overlooking her grandparent's home watching Goku train with Goten and father. She was laughing because Goten could barley keep up with her grandpa and Gohan. She was not anxious to get her turn yet. It was too funny now watching her father spar. As much as she loved to join, watching her dad was like an enigma. Like everyone else thought, Goku was a hero. However, Gohan kept most of his actions in a clandestine operation. Though she loved her grandfather to pieces, she secretly loved knowing that her own father was perhaps even stronger then the strongest man alive, but his gentle nature had curbed his great urge to train and fight. She dreamed of him rescuing her and the earth and the galaxy from some great destruction and that he would come in a blaze of glory and surpasses the great Goku form SSJ4...

Grandpa knew he could do it, but alas, her father never pushed himself that far not anymore. Her favorite childhood fantasy remained that. Nevertheless, at times like now, she let her imagination go and she hugged herself and watched how effortlessly Gohan fought and matched Goku. She wondered if Goku ever ran out of patience with Gohan for not beating him. Vegeta certainly would have. She knew her father. He would never try to beat his dad, like herself Gohan idolized his father just as she idolized him.

 

Seeking out comfort and sympathy from his niece Goten flew up and sat next to Pan on the roof. He too enjoyed this spot. HE watched as his father and brother went at it. He knew he could have played longer then he did, but he would rather watch then fight the two men. What surprised him was that Pan was still sitting and not taking his place among the session. Nudging Pan, she only slapped him off. She was enjoying watching too. Goten smiled. He might have been the youngest Super Siayan, but he had had no reason to develop the way Gohan and Goku had. It was too easy to rely on them. Like Pan, he got to live his life in some ease. However, that laziness would now bite him in the ass. If he was ever to prove himself a true warrior, then he would have to gain the respect out of his once surrogate father. Hence his training, but yet he had not told his own father why, today he would, after Gohan stopped. Gohan never trained anymore, so why today the day he too wanted to begin training?

 

The two Demi-Saiyans sat together musing over the battle in front of them. Both lost in thought and in the amazing show. Suddenly Pan slipped from the roof and landed on the soft grass. Her body twitched in pain and Goten immediately went to her. Tears pricked her eyes as she helplessly looked at her uncle/best friend. Barely whispering she had one coherent thought before blackness took her down; she whimpered to Goten, “Trunks”.

 

Gohan stopped mid swing and rushed to his crumbled daughter. Goku too had felt the great agony that had griped his grandchild. The air felt tight as he surveyed the scene. Pan was passed out, Goten looked green, and Gohan was fuming and very worried. He then became well aware of many Ki's. Trunks' for one had dropped almost as low as Pan's. Which meant that was either the cause or symptom of Pan's own blackened state. Vegeta's was high and dangerously throbbing. Bra's Ki was raised and felt panicky.

Though he wanted to help whatever was wrong, he looked helplessly at his own family and tried to help. Gohan had already picked up Pan and was rushing her to where he could revive his daughter. In turn, he reached for Goten and noticed how close his own child was close to being out. Rushing to him and following Gohan, Goten spoke volumes to his dad.

“Something is wrong Dad”

 

“What happened Goten?”

“Trunks, something happened to Trunks, and Pan passed out, and Now Bra is upset, it hurts dad, really bad.”

 

Quickly adjusting his son's weight, he pressed into Gohan and transported the group to Capsule Corp. Teleporting to the Medical Center, Goku was not surprised to find Vegeta there hovering near his son's lifeless body. Bulma was frantically trying to fix the Rejuvenating Tanks and calm Bra down. Immediately Gohan pressed forward and laid Pan down next to Trunks. Both children seemed unusually grey. Goku went to where Bra was and placed Goten next to her. The two only clutched each other as they tried to regain their strength from what had happened.

 

Everyone was worried, but not saying a word. Goku broke the sickened silence as Trunks and then Pan were placed inside of the Tanks. `What happened?”

Tiredly, Vegeta spoke. He had not turned his head from the life saving tanks and the green glow liquid that gave his face a grotesque hue and he looked possessed.

“I should have been there and warned him, if anything happens I will never forgive myself”

Bulma nearly went berserk. How could Vegeta hurt her son?

Goku caught her and he only shook his head at his long time friend. Vegeta barely blinked at her outburst.

“Don't, Don't blame yourself Vegeta you did not do anything wrong, you,” exasperated he asked again, “What happened?”

 

Tearing his gaze form Trunks listless body, he summarized his story, `Mia left Trunks, and he tried to kill himself”

 

Bra began to cry softly into Goten's shoulder as pain swept across Bulma's face, but she begged Vegeta to tell them more, “Why would Mia leave?”

 

Goku sensed Vegeta's trepidation. He sensed that Vegeta knew a lot of why, but the Prince was not willing to give out more information. At least not until Trunks was safe. His silence signified his refusal to answer and no one could push Vegeta into divulging more information.

 

Tersely, Gohan watched as The Prince stepped closer to Pans own tank. Vegeta looked stoically at the mirrored aberration of his son. He could not be angry with the human girl for leaving. How this little girl had bonded to his own son without any detection from him and her family was maddening. They knew they were friends. For Kami's sake, Trunks babysat her. Even he refused to see the closeness. Now, he felt guilt he should not, if he had known just how sudden and severe the reaction would be he would have forced Mia to stay, but she left and now if Trunks survived, Pan would live too. That brought him no relief because the confusion, hurt, and discovery would put a large strain on all. Damn he thought he was just beginging in to enjoy his life, settling had never been as important as it was now. Stupid brats

 

You were not that blind Vegeta.

 

Twisting at the telepathic words, he snarled at Goku.

 

The larger Siayan only laughed, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

HE received a questioning glare from Gohan.

But it also prompted Gohan to ask the silent question, “Why Pan?”

Vegeta looked dumbstruck, “Boy tell me you don't possible know?”

He knew he hoped it was because the two were so close; it killed him to think otherwise. Why else would Pan fall into her state if not she been affected by Trunks actions? “Why did she not fight the pain?”

 

Goku answered them, `She did not know he was going to do that, she recognized no trouble. It hit her too quickly to fight against it. If they had been in any trouble she would have been mentally prepared, that's all”

 

This made sense; Pan was too tough to succumb to letting a bond to hurt her like that. She usually would fight and use it as her strength not a weakness to be ineffective. But then again, only one kind of bond could make a warrior ineffective, and Vegeta was certain that the two had never had that kind of relationship. Out of his mouth came the words, but telepathically he sent a different message to his fellow Saiyan, “She was surprised and that is all, it happens on occasion” This is bad Kakarot, there is only one kind of bond that would have rendered her so helpless, why didn't you tell me?

 

How was I to know?

 

You knew, you must have sensed something, I know you

 

Vegeta nothing ever occurred between the two, they never, they never did anything!

 

Something had to have happened, for this to occur

 

Maybe it was a natural thing, you know destiny?

 

“Shut up Vegeta!”

Surprised Vegeta looked at the man that yelled at him. Gohan looked about ready to pop.

 

How had that one heard him and his father talking?

Goku only looked perplexed at Gohan

 

Bulma had prepared to find out what was going on but Vegeta silenced the underlying cause of everything again. “Everyone get the fuck out!”

 

Hurriedly Bra and Goten wasted no time. Bulma reluctantly stomped off and Gohan was standing inches from Vegeta mad as hell, Goku only watched in silence at the turn of events.

 

“What do you know boy?” Vegeta asked lips pressed in tight lines.

 

“You tell me Vegeta, what else could cause her reaction to your boy?”

 

“How did you hear your father and me?” he waited answers/

 

“Mystic” he replied cockily.

 

Angered that he had not known that Gohan had achieved this ability, he turned his back to the angered young father.

 

Sarcastically he spoke, “If you know so much Gohan then you tell me and your father why Pan would have a bond to my son? A bond so strong that it would bring her to death if Trunks dies?”

 

`She only thought of him” was the weak reply. Shaking his head he wondered if Pan could hide more from him.

 

Vegeta only snorted. Unbecoming of a Prince and a Warrior.

Goku then talked to both angry Saiyans, “Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

“Dad were did you learn that?” asked Gohan

“Oh from a book of poems, I found in your old room” he replied cheerily

`Kakarot you have gone around the bend” said Vegeta. With a roll of his eyes

Nevertheless, Gohan was perplexed, when did anyone go around quoting - Antoine Saint-Exupery?

“Just look at them,” pleaded Goku. “I bet you that both feel the same with each other how else could you explain it?”

It's just a crush dad, that's all she just loves Trunks just more then she should”

 

In his reality, Vegeta disagreed. However, if Gohan was now calm he could do with a break from the tension. Dealing with his own family, he did not need the added pain of handling Gohan. He looked at Pan and thought, I do not know what has happened between you two, but something has happened. Love? How could a love be between them that was more then friendship? No something happened they were bonded, he was certain. But for reasons unknown nobody knew it. He knew it could happen he knew it would happen but it had happened in the past there was no other explanation as to why. It would have been nearly impossible for either to live without the other, Trunks would have never stayed married to Mia, and he would have never married her. He also could have never been this upset and hurt himself if he was bonded to Pan. There would have been no reason. Moreover, Pan would not have felt the same pain if Trunks was not bonded to her to make her succumb to the infliction he doused on himself! It was maddening to think why or how could it happen. If the Bond of mates were not so strong, if anyone could feel so easily then he would not be so confused. Nevertheless, there was only one way for Pan to fall from Trunks demise. They were mates, somewhere some way they had mated, and when they awoke, he was going to find out when and how they had lied and covered it up.

 

She was having that dream again. It had haunted her imaginations for a while now. The sounds of the waterfall blanked out most of her senses. She was relaxing on the bank of the crystal pool and was lulled by the breaking water pouring down the cliff. She jerked as she always did, when he sat down beside her. Blue eyes locking with her onyx ones. HE seemed as startled as she did by his actions. For a while, neither said anything they just stared at the other. The white sounds in the background washed over them and pushed out everything else. He could barely hear his own heart beat, she was sure that she was drowning in the sounds. She willed with her mind for him to kiss her. Surprise lightened his eyes and as if he had heard her, he bent to kiss her. When their lips met, hunger overtook him and he deepened the kiss. He felt parched, and her lips and tongue were life-giving nectar. Pulling away, he forced her neck to the side and he traced her veins with his hot lips. Bending her body like a bow, he had her in his lap and he expertly was plucking at her clothes. Needing to feel her she opened her eyes wider, her hands of their own accord bracing them against his chest, tore his shirt until his chiseled muscles were now free of the obstructing cloth. Face wet from his kisses he looked pulled back from her and ached to see her naked beneath him. That was the only thought he could clearly form. Unspoken request slammed her and her breathing came out in gasps. Slowly she undressed before him and he watched with amazement. She was in heaven. Trunks only looked at her like this in her dream, and since she could never imagine him asking her to do this, she figured that was why they never spoke. His heart slammed in his chest, as she lay sprawled on the lush green grass. HE could not hear it but he felt the pound. His heart nearly burst from the force and he had to move or die if the spell they were under broke. He recaptured her lips and pressed his chest to hers. The skin was cool and damp. It felt like silk. He pushed his hand down between the apexes of her legs and brushed at the soft curls. She distinctly bucked at his hands. A smile touched his lips as he continued to kiss her. Throwing all caution to the wind, he slipped off his jeans and removed his boxers. Screams were bouncing in his head. Screams of ecstasy that was to come and he could not hold on any longer. The only thing that mattered to him was claiming her soul to his and the only way to do that was to join deep inside of Pan. With firm pressure, he glided his hands and parted her folds for his entrance. She arched up and allowed him access to her moist treasure. Slipping past her entrance, he heaved himself deeply inside and relished in the tight satin chasm that gripped him firmly. Her moan was lost inside of his mouth as he waited for her to respond to his presence. Slowly she withered beneath him and he began to motioning his hips and found a rhythm that was sweet and slow. IT was excruciating. The pleasure was so intense that he checked himself not to lose control. The last thing he wanted was to scare her. Her body matched his pressure and she opened her legs wider to give him more access. His arms feel to her side as he scooped her tighter to him and making her wrap her self around him. The pain to do that was difficult to bear. Naturally, he would have drilled her hard but he was making love to her and nothing would interfere with that. She laughed again thinking no man could ever be that sweet. She loved dreaming like this. He laughed too. Which in her dream always made her stare? He knew just what she was thinking. Slow and agonizingly, he continued but deep down she felt the burning urge to move. Obliging now that he was nearing completion, he let her set a pace. She ground up her hips into his and he thrust harder and faster. The sweetness was gone and was replaced by a desperate race to crash. A familiar sensation swept his mind as his body responded in full to its own need and desire. Opening his eyes, he peered at Pan to see that same look he knew he must have. Her mouth slacked open as grunts emitted from them as he pushed harder into to her. Her hands were on his shoulders as he arched back and held himself over her. At each forward motion, he would bend back at his waist throwing back his head and moaning out his satisfaction and building crescendo. The white noise of the waterfall was now being matched by the joyful cries from the pair on the shoreline. She screamed his name repeatedly, as he reached his final crash and he released deeply buried inside. Milking himself further he once again found the veins that ran her neck, and before he they both were done he pierced her tender flesh. Pain and pleasure wracked her body as she convulsed under his ministrations. The burning in her neck caused her orgasm to spiral out of control. White light blinded her eyes and with closed lids, she found his neck and bit back. Her thirst became ravenous and they no longer were meeting each other but clung desperately sucking from the wounds caused by the bites. Then a curtain dropped over them and darkened the world. She felt her body drifting in fluid.

He jerked awake. He eyed his surroundings and tried to make sense out of what was happening. Green misty liquid filled his vision and he could hear the soft hum of the monitors. Trying to calm down logic reinserted his mind. HE was in the Regeneration Tank and he did not know why. A familiar pull made him reach down and feel his hardened member. Inwardly he groaned. That damn dream again! He recalled his constant dream he always had, and hated the fact that that was on his mind and not the reason why he was in the RT. Another sound made its way to him and he turned toward it. There in a tank next to him was Pan. The object of his dream. She looked shocked to see him. His blue eyes met her onyx ones and Déjà vu swelled over him. Embarrassed Pan looked away. For the life of him, he could not figure out why she looked that way. He should be ashamed by his dream, but she turned away from him. Then he pushed his mind into gear and tried to figure out what had happened that would put both of them inside of the life saving tanks.

She never had to face him after one of those dreams. The moment she opened her eyes he was there staring intently at her. She turned away too embarrassed to face him… Then she noticed where they were and tried desperately to find resolution as to why they were both inside a RT at CC. Had they been sparring too hard, or had something happened. She vaguely recalled watching Goku and Gohan fighting, then pain hit, and Trunks was fading from her.

 

His thoughts were on the last thing he remembered. His wife had left that note. He was so hurt, thinking that he had caused her to leave him. How could he live without her? He tried to feel for her and was unable to, Mia he screamed, but no sound came back. He panicked. He was mad, and he lost control. His body jerked and he felt his KI began to rise rapidly. He felt so guilty for pushing her away like that and he wanted desperately to end it. For a moment, he was sacred that he would succeed into the dark oblivion he felt his heart sink into. His mate had left him and he knew it would be only a matter of time before he would die. Regretfully he felt his father Ki rise to the dilemma and Bras' too. The last think he could recall was apologizing to Pan for making her hurt as he felt her lose part of the battle he was fighting.