Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Let Sleeping Dogs Lie ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Things we do
Saiyan let Sleeping Dogs lie

Trunks awoken and kissed the hair that was near his face. Pan had not stirred all night, neither had he. That was well and fine, but today could end up stirring many emotions and it began with the truths. He had avoided them, and he needed to figure out what in the hell they were going to do until their fathers retuned. Unfortunately, after breakfast, he was going to stop by Capsule and go over some things with his mother. He was not sure if he should start the day discussing some things with Pan or leave it to the end. The thought of Pan angry or upset at night when he wanted nothing more to have her next to him left him feeling anxious. He had no set time; therefore, he would try to have his spar with Pan, and then talk to her.
Pan felt him stir. She smiled as she wondered if she could have him now, her way. Quietly without giving him a hello, Pan flipped on the bed and came face to face with his lovely manhood. They had not redressed after last night, and she was grateful for no attire. She lifted it and teased him with her tongue. Amazed at how fast it filled, Pan began to give him a nice morning blowjob. Trunks closed his eyes. She had reacted so fast, that he had no idea that she was thinking of doing this. Pan had not had him this way since the first time in this very room. Had it been only three days before? He prayed that she did not finish him off with a hand job; he wondered where her mind was. He was too tired to try to feel out the emotions Pan was having. This was a change; he didn't project his Ki outward to make everyone feel happy and horny. He twitched; his hardened member encircled by her hot mouth. Try as he might, to string any coherent thoughts together, she was making that difficult; Trunks tried to recall the last time someone had just done this without being asked, teased, or hunted.
Pan never could understand why it was so satisfying to take a cock in her mouth. At the club, she did it for the power. For Trunks, it was consuming, humbling, keenly amorous, and wonderful. The hadn't engaged in too much foreplay with each other, the other night at the Hills, they were, she guessed, playing with his lifestyle, that too quickly changed into something else. The lines of their relationship were diverging in to a million roads, and they needed to map out what each one wanted. The one thing she knew for sure was that she wanted him.
He was well endowed, and though she loved what she was doing, it made her extremely wet and horny. He hand only been laying his hands on her hair. He had not even spoken outside a few moans. She had wanted to reciprocate last night, but he was difficult to tame. Pan let go of him, slid up to him, and kissed him. Trunks mind was in a blur, he was in no hurry and having her again played funny with his heart. He was evolving into a new man, another person was being born from the ashes of his tainted past. Was this how Romantic love was? He had no doubts on their friendship; their past lives had seen them through too much. She had been there for him in every way, and he struggled to be there for her. Obstacles of adulthood would sometimes interfere, but this last tragedy had given way to something he could not give a better adjective to describe, fate.
Trunks stopped his reminiscing as Pan climbed over him and began to ride him again as she had tried last night, but this time he would let her. They only Ki that expelling was their own together. He opened his eyes to see her breast bouncing and he reached his hand to caress one of the lovely globes. He thought about moving up to catch a nipple in his mouth, but he was too lazy and too happy to move. Pan was taking him and he would let her, if he tried to do anything more he would take over.
His size alone was giving Pan a ride of her life. She posted up and down on him, deeply; he filled her up. She could not get enough of him. The previous bouts of soreness seem to go away, she wondered if the Saiyan healing factor was at work here. The situation was as if when she trained too hard, eventually the pain gave way to pleasure. Kami did she love to work out. "Trunks, I am cuming." She whimpered, giving sound to the morning.
He could feel her juices run over him, the sheets were getting wet, and she was open slacked mouth. The first flash of the crescendo sent him near the edge. It did something funny to heart. "Woman cum for me," he growled out.
Pan could not help but give a sigh; she felt so alive cuming. However, hearing him sound so much like a Saiyan, dare she say his father, made her laugh too. The situation was funny, and sweet, and weird all rolled into one moment. She did not care. "I want you to cum with me."
"Ah, Pan I will, I will, but I can't keep up with you…you just are going to have to keep taking this cock until I finish."
And there it was, Trunks was back.
"Don't take this the wrong way baby, but I am going to fuck that pussy."
So he wanted to play the dirty talk, she could cope, "Is this your pussy Trunks?"
He gulped. She gave back as well as received. Pan would parry with him on every level.
"Fuck Pan," he sat up gather her to him and he flipped them over. He slowed the pace that she had provided and pushed deep inside of her. Painstakingly he pulled back then met back to her, gathering her tempting right breast in his mouth. His hips continued their slow pump, and he found her mouth again. They kissed and then he left her mouth licking down her chin to her neck. Trunks pushed her head back when he nuzzled her at her throat. His sensitive lips could feel the beating of her heart in her veins. This could be it; he could bite her now and take her life force. He wanted to; the instinct for her to reciprocate would be so easy. She would do the same to him, he cold fully recognize the blood bonding. Trunks wanted too, he never wanted anything more. His cravings paled to his feelings; love for her warned him against doing so. It took all that he had learned about clearing one's mind, to get back to task and fulfill Pans need. Physically, he needed to cum. That was what she had asked of him.
He wanted her to talk dirty to him again, but he fought against too many things that he could not speak of it now.
Pan was almost too over stimulated. She did not know if she could keep up with Trunks and cum again before he finally released. She pushed up against him, trying to get away for a moment. He stopped and let her move.
"You oaky?" he asked.
"Yeah, just had to stretch a little." She said not sure how to explain it.
He was no novice, "Why don't we try something different?"
"Like last night?" she whispered.
"No, turn over."
"Like last night?" she asked again.
"No and yes, just turn over," he could not help the smile.
Pan flipped over and was trusting Trunks, she was not ready to take him in her ass again, but he said no.
"Up on all fours little girl."
Pan obeyed. She did not know why but she liked him bossing her around this way.
He wasted no time reinserting himself in her wet opening. Her backside was a lovely view, and he could release quickly.
Pan's hand grabbed at the sheets on front of her. Trunks had grasped her hips his hands squeezed tightly. If she was not part Saiyan she wondered how broken she would have been. That made her feel very happy. Had Trunks ever been with a woman who could handle him? She would ask him later.
Trunks strained. He was so close. It would not be long and Pan was dripping with her own juices.
"Trunks, yeah fuck, I'm coming baby." Her face was going numb from her heavy breathing.
"Take it bitches, take this cock…." Trunks began to just give in to the dirty talk when he came. Damn the girl for knowing just what to say or do for him for them. However, as he released again inside of Pan, his whole persona changed, "Ah Panny" he said using her childhood name; "Ah, Kami Pan I love you, fuck woman I love you so much." He teared up with the flow of emotions that hit him.
She was doing something, this bond was doing something too him.
Pan was too shocked to move away or say anything. Trunks rolled to his side and pulled her up against him again. His heart was beating faster, but it was not from the sex. She knew now that he was not regretting anything. Yesterday she wondered about how weird he had been acting. The light of the morning, and hearing him say this to her, like he had said last night went beyond a normal confession of love. She was not stupid. Women usually were sentimental after sex. This was Trunks for Kami sakes.
"What the hell Trunks, what's happening?"
"Pan just tell me how you feel, please?"
"I, I love you too, but you got me going crazy in my head."
"Oh, sorry for that." He confessed.
"You're sorry?" the hitch was in her voice. Sorry was not a good sounding word.
"No, not like that, Pan. You have a right to know."
"Know what? What's wrong?" she questioned him. However, it made her nervous. Her feelings were overwhelming her and they were building up.
"Nothing, nothing. It is not like that. I don't scare you do I?"
"Okay, no, this is getting us nowhere, Trunks you are like two people right now." She just kept wondering how he could be a dominating creature and then turn into this loving man. He was a roller coaster. This was not like him.
"That's what I'm sorry about, so don't get mad but I do love dirty talk, and I like giving orders."
"How can you know that's what I am thinking about? How are you giving me answers to questions I haven't even asked yet?"
"I was going to tell you. Turn around." The later had become now. His reactions to her and her emotions were getting them deeper. He needed to confess what was happening.
She turned to him and they were face to face. His hands held on to her waist, there legs intertwined. For anything, they could not get much closer, and that made this easier. Their intimacy physically would make the emotional part of this conversation make some sense.
"Just listen for a minute, I am going to give you some answers, and then we can talk okay."
Pan did not trust her voice so she nodded.
"You asked me a few days ago if we were dating. Do not say anything, but at the time, that was not my only intention; I never intended to just date you, I guess you can say that we didn't have to get to know each other so dating is not the right word. Things just worked out better than I had imagined. I have desired you, and we were so close. We are best friends, were a joint force. When we fight together, when we play, now when we love each other, there is no one like you for me. I knew that would happen. I just didn't want to rush it. I wanted, I needed, and I had already made my mind up long before the first time that you were mine. I guess I was just waiting for the right moment. The right moment came when I figured out what had been happening to you. I was waiting for you to grow up, but you knew that much."
Trunks could hear her mind rehashing the conversation that they had before she had gone to work that night with him as Terry. Clarity was there.
Trunks continued, "I do not think taking you out the Hills as dating. It was more like an experiment. Working on your cravings, seeing how my lifestyle was, but even then I only wanted to give you a little pleasure. I mean I have lived that way so long. Sex is not about emotion all the time. I have never had been attached to too many people in that way. The problems, and it's not really a problem is the blood."
"What blood?" Pan asked interrupting him.
He was rambling, there were so many levels to what was happening, and he needed to be clear with his reasoning and explanation. "When you bit your tongue and then we kissed. Remember that? I really believed that we started a blood bond, what I was afraid of then."
"But..." Pan began, but Trunks needed to finish telling her.
"It's only me. You would have said something if you were going through what I have been sensing. I have been hearing your thoughts, I have been seeing your hunger, and I want nothing more than to have you bound with me. This has opened my emotions to you and all I know is to give you what you need and want. I am almost not objective anymore. I am feeling more than I have ever felt. And it's not like I am slave to you or anything, though I thought I was, but I am still me too all at the same time."
Trunks breathed. He had rushed his explanation at the end. Pan was just trying to wrap her head around his speech.
"You know what I am thinking?" she slow asked.
"When I tune in to you. I also can read some memories. I think if we exchanged blood now, it would open up more channels between our minds."
"Is that what you want?" she asked her heart racing with those implications. In the past few days, she was becoming the mate of a Saiyan. Goten had guessed it. It was true. He was not regretting it, he was relishing in it.
"I've wanted this for a long time. I just didn't think you and I was ready for it, now it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter? What does that mean?"
"It is what it is, I want nothing more than to be your mate, and I wasn't lying in the hotel yesterday. You always have my back."
"You should have told me sooner, but I guess I made it difficult yesterday. "
"No, I didn't know how to tell you yet. We were going to talk; I have been getting my head around it too. I am still me and I still have my needs too, it's just that they are more focused on you than ever before."
"Sexual?"
Trunks closed his eyes, how to explain, "I can't help who or what I am, but all I can think of is still exploring everything with you. It's got me feeling fulfilled,"
"Then you're not kidding, you're not just telling me that you love me?"
Trunks just looked at her. He could see her questions in her head; see the imagined women and men he had been with. It excited him thinking about the erotic images, but his actions would only be for her. If she wished it then that would be what they did... He was no longer a singular subject.
Then he saw that she thought about it too. Pan wondered how it would be essentially married to him.
"I don't want to take away your will, nor have mine taken from me." She whispered.
"I don't think it works that way, at first I worried, I was losing control and I thought I was not going to be me anymore, but that was only for a few hours yesterday. "
He could see where this was hard to imagine, he did not want to worry her, "listen, it was an accident. Eventually this would have happened. However, I would have asked you beforehand. We probably would have dated, there is a lot you do not know about me. There is a lot I do not know about you, but I have seen more than you have ever told me. I can help you, I swear it Pan."
"It's like I am invaded, you are seeing things I didn't tell you? Then why am I a monster? Can you tell me why I need blood and why I need energy, because it is not a sexual thing? I felt that."
"I saw some of it."
"Ah great you know my own mind better than me?"
Pan began to move away from him, she did not want to be held anymore.
He wanted to pull her back to him, but she was in a panic. He released her and watched her.
Pan pulled up from the bed and searched for her t-shirt. She already felt exposed to Trunks, and she needed something to cover her up. If only metaphorically. Something twanged in her mind though, she looked at Trunks on the bed, and "I am not mad boxer boy."
She was mad he figured but remained quiet.
Pan pulled at her hair, "I want power, that raw energy." She confessed.
"You told me that, I didn't know what you meant as much as I know now."
"Explain"
"You can use raw energy. You can take it and use it. You were right my way was sexual energy. You can do what I do; you manipulated those two men at the bachelor's party. You got YangSta to look your way, a gay man who seriously only likes men. The only thing I can see is that you need it to go super. That's a strong desire you have."
"You saw that? " She asked again softly, fearing the next words.
"I didn't know I can't believe that you thought I was worth it." He proclaimed. "I've wanted you to the same way, you are perfect without transforming."
"It's not the only reason." She confessed.
"I see the blood."
"Can you really say you love me when you see how much I want to tear the Yakuza heart out? The reason why I am in the club, you see me building up to take every bastard out. That I am learning about them, experiencing them. That taking their energy is not enough. That I want to rub my hands in all of their blood and not just kill them, but savor in the deaths."
"I've seen that." His blue eyes clear, truth shining through.
"Yet you still love me, this must have blinded you. I am a monster." She cried out.
Trunks jumped up and grabbed Pan, and pushed her in front of his bureau mirror. "Look at yourself, you are not a monster."
Pan looked at the reflection and saw what she always saw. Nothing.
Tears formed in her eyes. Why did she want their blood and energy?
"I don't know we all have strong desires, my father, Goten, Bra, your father, even Goku. You're not alone, Pan."
"Okay" she said, trying to stop her tears.
"Pan, there so much more, our lives are not as simple as humans. It is just that we only have my father to educate us about what make us different. Each of us has faced our differences among the humans. We cope and deal with it. However, it is better, we have each other, and we have those that understand. We are not alone. You are not alone." Then he hugged her from behind.
"Will I understand you better if we bonded completely?" She asked.
"Yes, I think you will see my struggles and be able to understand yours." He confirmed.
"I do love you, you must see that too?"
"I do, but need to tell you things about me and my struggles."
"If I bond to you, won't I see or feel them? Just like you have seen me?"
He looked at her through the mirror. "I want to tell you before you see, I want you to know. I will forever be bound to you, but you might not like me. You might not want to be my mate if you knew."
"What are you hiding Trunks, what is worse than me wanting to mass murder humans?"
"I am no angel Panny."
"Is it because you slept with lots of people?" she asked feeling left out again.
"Something like that."
"Sex with men, and women, old and young, gay and straight?"
"Something like that." He admitted
She was getting curious and agitated.
"Who haven't you fucked?"
"Yeah, I've fucked and been fucked."
"That's not an answer. Are you gay Trunks?" She wondered aloud.
"No, but I did tell you though I didn't have a preference when it came to sex. However, I know I am in love with you. Romantically I am straight,"
"O kami, who have you been with? Someone I know?"
"Something like that."
"Oh God-damnit Trunks, you didn't fuck Vegeta?"
"What! Ha, no! That is not funny. Stop smiling. Something happened long ago before you were born okay. Before I was even born. It started with my other self. The story is not totally mine to tell. Nevertheless, let us just say that I do not want to tell you without giving you everyone side to the story. Goten freaked out thinking I gave up all the others secrets. You are not the only who has them. However, everyone had a right to tell you their sides. If you were bonded to me, you would see everything, live through what I lived through and all that I know. And I just want you to be prepared for that."
"We are waiting till they return aren't you? If it's not about Vegeta then it is all about my dad and grandfather and Mira?"
"Stop guessing, but yeah."
"Did Mira and my grandfather, no never mind." She said humorlessly.
"Yeah no, that's not it anyway. Goku pretty much only wants to be sure he had food."
Pan smiled. However, confessed, "I got to think."
"I understand, I need to meet my mother, let's go eat first and then I leave you alone?"
"No, I am going to go out for a flight. Don't worry I will be fine."
Pan raised her hand to show him that she still had on the bracelet. She would keep her promise and keep it safe, keeping herself safe.

Trunks wasn't sure if he had just made a huge mistake talking to Pan the way he had. He wanted to be truthful and upfront. Nevertheless, the story was not entirely up to him to tell her. Especially if she would get mad. She needed to think about all of it. Eventually, they would have found one another; He could not have had feelings for her in this bond if he really hadn't cared for her. She had been a kid; he never was romantically inclined to her then. All his fears were put aside as soon as he had realized that she was not a kid anymore. As soon as he knew she was hunting, she was his equal in the sexual game. Hell, she was too easy for him to love her, it was always there. She couldn't second-guess his commitment to her. It wasn't just about the bond he began; they had spent her lifetime building up to this moment. He should have told her that. He left to go to Capsule with that on his mind. His mother would love to hear this story. Maybe she could send a message to his father that included some good news for once. He had found Pan something to love. It was him.
Bulma was happy to see her son. She had worried that he would go to the extreme handling little Pan. However, the look on face was everything she could hope to see. Trunks looked rather pleased with himself, "Hello mother." He bent to kiss her cheek.
"You look very comfortable there in the chair. I hope this hasn't been too hard on you?"
He asked.
"Not at all, they still fear me more than they do you."
"Ah, but they don't fear me, it's called respect." He wagged his brows to show how insufferable he was.
"Sure it is. Now tell me, how is Pan?" she asked
"Yeah, about that. I am just going to tell you that I kind of blew that." He smirked waiting for her reaction.
"What? You come in here all happy and you blew it? I have to call them back now. Trunks what the hell is wrong with you?" she screeched.
"Now mother, clam down. What I mean by that is that I blew teaching her a lesson. I should be ashamed after all. I know you counted on me to get her in line. I am assuming since Bra and Goten were out of the house that you really intended things to get too hot."
Bulma was standing behind the desk staring at her bratty son, seeing him fumble around. Something about the way he was talking had her inclined to think that he was playing her. Her arms were across her chest and her right hand strummed along her left forearm. He was leading her on a ride.
Trunks loved playing this game with her, but he needed to confess, or she would blow her top. "You set me up, you knew what I was going to do with my growing fascination with her. You knew more than that though?"
He looked up and stared at similar blue eyes looking at his. Though they never really talked about his attraction or friendship to Pan, Bulma was aware, if not for thanks of his father.
Bulma only sighed, far be it from her to lie to him. "Of course I knew, and I know of her feelings for you, but that doesn't matter. Only you could help her."
"Oh, yeah I helped. Mother, don't freak, but there is a lot more, something unexpected happened…"
"Is Pan okay?" she panicked. "Ah Trunks Gohan will kill us if something happened to her."
"No, nothing happened to her. Calm down nothing bad I assure you. It's just that I kissed Pan and it was right after she had bit her tongue. It was a small amount of blood," he whispered.
"Trunks… Kami are you telling me you mated to Pan?" tears formed in her blue eyes.
"Not completely, that was the accident. I mean eventually yeah, but yeah, the only good thing right now is that I understand her better than I could ever had. And I don't think she needs to see all about me until I tell her."
"Ah baby, are you suffering? You father mentioned about half bonds, they can be annoying according to your dad." She reached around the desk to hug her son.
The smell of Chanel and cigarettes and coffee surrounded him. He could feel her love, but now it felt different. She wasn't home to him anymore. He needed Pan. It saddened him a little that she felt different to him now. Bulma was the first person he had touched when he was not with Pan. He was letting go of that attachment. She would always be his mother, but she no longer had a power over him.
"I love her very much." He said.
"Ah, I know you do. And don't worry you probably always had. I am sure of that, I think you know that your father and her father knew it too. I mean of course you loved her; who couldn't its Pan. I think they hoped that in time, she would grow up and there you would be, waiting. "
"I don't know if it's as nice as it sounds, my entire being feels as though I have to be what she needs every step of her life. I don't think this is about the bonding, it about my life and hers. I think I have always been that one thing she needed; she has always been that one thing I have needed. Moreover, it was not about love or sex. Is it possible to be destined to one person your whole life?"
He asked rhetorically, for he was much older. He had lived before her not needing her in the ways she seemed to need him. Until her birth, he was fine in his life. Both of his girls Pan and Bra had changed everyone. The two girls filled gaps for all the Saiyans.
Trunks went into the office his mother usually occupied. She had taken over his office while she ran her company. They had not talked business, only about him and Pan. He felt guilty, so he began to read over emails, and notes from the meetings Bulma had conducted. It was imperative that he kept up with the gong on with the company. He would return to the job; and he needed to speak to his mother about. Capsule Corporation ran smoothly for the moment, and he was thankful. He contemplated having a meeting with his mother, Pan, and himself, testing the waters a little. Pan would have to be able to behave her if he was to go back to working full time. Trunks didn't know if he could trust her cravings at all. She seemed perfectly fine when she was with him, but what would happen if he were gone for twelve hour or more? She could easily revert, for that matter he didn't know if she would be okay for four hours. Thank tickled his mind. He needed to leave and check on her. He gathered his things and was heading back to his office where Bulma was.

Before he got the other outer office area wherein his office was, he heard his mother yelling. He wasn't sure if it was his Saiyan hearing or his mother loud voice. He stopped for a second to hear the verbal carnage, "I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat and rip through your ass to rehang them! Are we clear? You must think that your tactics intimate me. I am not a Japanese company Mr. Tonka."
Trunks struggled to hurry along and tried not to laugh too much. His mother was giving someone one hell of a beat down. He looked up from his mirth to see a little man scurry form his office and run to the elevator.
Trunks entered the office cautiously, hoping that he could calm his mother down and then find out what had just occurred. However, by the looks of her face he knew that that was not going to be an easy feat.
Bulma looked up at Trunks, and though she had no Ki ability as her Saiyan counterpart, she did have an uncanny, more mother like sense. "Where did you take Pan, Trunks be careful when you tell me, and Please tell me that you weren't playing the Terrance card."
Bulma did not scream the question to him; she had not even said a word when he had entered the room. His mother had not even looked up to him when he stepped inside. Trunks actually felt like a little kid again, getting into some mischief wit Goten. A lie would not work with her; he was already busted.
"I went clubbing with Pan, as Terrance, and then she and I went shopping with Goten and Bra."
He conveniently left out all details and managed to make it seem all so innocent.
Bulma did not say anything. She gathered up a folder on her desk, and walked around to hand it to Trunks; she had no words for this young Demi. She was grateful for a couple of things. One, the small story line did not include blasting Bra and Goten. Not everyone's secrets were tabloids business. Secondly, and the most importantly for Trunks: they had not linked Terrance to Trunks, unless someone looked deeper into Trunks' past indiscretions and his namesake. However, things soured after that. She stood in the corner of the office, she was going to leave for safety reasons, but somehow she thought that Trunks might need her too.
In the folder, Trunks began to rummage through the 8x10 glossy and full colored photos. Most of them were of Pan. Pan dancing on stage in her referee costume. Pan giving a lap dance to that one person, and finally Pan engaged in what could only be called double jerking off two men; their faces were not in the picture. However, he knew it was not going to be better after that.
A strange part of him began to handle the pictures differently. This was his past few days with Pan. Somehow, they had been targeted. If that did not worry him for he was use to paparazzi. Therefore, the feeling of having his privacy invaded did not faze him much. There was a tender stroking of his heartstrings. Each picture captured his beautiful enchanter. He could never confess this to his mother or anyone, but having captured the moments on film; Trunks wanted nothing more than to save them and cherish them. Inevitably, he felt that old stirring recognized as a child. It was hard to explain, but he still carried that arrogance that one of Royal blood entitlement. She belonged to him along with everything else. Wrong or right did not matter, just what he wanted. It was oh so selfish and arrogant and spoiled and very assuming. Humility did not play a part in it. Though that someone dares to infringe on what was his, did not sit too well on him. The sound of his mother however, made him come back to the reality of his world.
He felt his mother's erratic signature as he flipped through the next photos. She was still in his office so he was trying to keep his rising anger from getting out of hand. His office would sustain a blow up but not much more. He would try not to go super as his anger began to rise. The implications that they had these photos gave him a queer feeling he was not use to.
The final picture from the strip club was of Terrance and Pan leaving the club in his Bugatti. A note attached to it was a tagline for the story: Satan heir feeling her oats. Life after our Beloved Videl's Death.
The story of pictures didn't stop there, next was a picture of him and Pan signing in at the Hills. He was going to regret the next ones he was sure. He gulped after he saw the ones of Pan and Terrance dancing on at the disco, and prayed that was all. The next shots were of him and Pan heading in the elevator after they left the disco. To say they looked disheveled was an understatement. Another Tagline was given:
Pan and playboy Terrance Vale going up for some more.
He paused for a second. He hoped that there were no cameras that were in Mr. Satan's rooms at the hotel. Instead, there was a blank sheet of paper.
He flipped over the blank sheet of paper and noticed that it was a shot of him as Trunks checking into the hotel. It was a security shot from the hotel. There was no mistake his features. Thankful the next picture was of all four of them, Goten, Bra, Pan, and he leaving the Hills heading shopping. There were a few shots not from security cameras, but from the angles, it looked like camera phone shots of them shopping. He considered keeping a few just as mementos. His anger had dissipated some because the shots were innocent enough and quite happy looking. However, he changed his mind when the next picture got an extreme close of his face. It was not just his face; it was him looking up, Pan's legs wrapped around his waist. The security camera had caught that moment in the dressing room of him exploding in to Pan. A blush crept up his cheeks as her remembered how he had forcible taken Pan, and then lost everything to her in that moment. The series of photos were really a blur for they were of him and Pan leaving the dressing room, paying for the dress, and then joining back up with Goten and Bra.
Patience was not a Briefs virtue. However, he had no words to give his mother. He did not need his rocket scientist degree for his to figure out what had happened. They were being blackmailed, extorted. He turned around, because unless 'they' had made the connection between him and Terrance Vale, then this was an attack on Pan.
Bulma shrugged. Trunks had actually handled the shock pretty well. Then again, her son was a Vegeta too; the calm was always before the storm. "He thinks we would pay him 15 million Zeni to keep this out of the tabloids. It is sensational. No, don't talk." She ordered just when Trunks mouth opened to give a rebut. Then Bulma continued, "It does not matter that Pan is making out to be pretty wild. It does not matter if she is seen with Terrance and then next with you; especially with you Trunks. I mean in a dressing room. I have to find out where the shop is that is a privacy issue not worth mentioning. We could always blame it one Pan just being a wild teenager; running with that bad influence of Terrance. I can even fix the issue of you and her: the esteemed bachelor taming his betrothed. That plan has been in the works for a long time." Bulma raised her hand again to keep Trunks silent. He was about to say something about betrothed. "Don't think that I don't have contingency plans set in motion for anytime you might have a moment. Do not ask Trunks because, your father had given me that plan. He always thought that this could happen. The truth is son; I do not care what they print. I am not hobbled by the fear of scandal. However, I am well versed on Yakuza strategy."
Bulma was silent for a moment letting her words settle into Trunks head. He was correct that this had nothing to do with Capsule Corporation itself, except for the money. This was something more, and he began to fear that it really did have something to do with Pan herself.
Bulma came close to her son and tipped his face up with her finger. He would not act up until he thought everything through; but Bulma dropped a bomb, "Trunks they know its Pan that works at their club. The pictures are from the club, they also know it was Pan at The Hills. They do have a hand in that racket too. No one is above the filtration of gangsters and Terrorist. You have just spent four days, and most of them have been in the dens of the Yakuza. If they want, money is it opportunistic. Pan has fallen into their trap?" Bulma asked not expecting an answer. "What more do they know about Pan? Do they know what she has been doing to them? Even if so, they are not going to take lightly to the humiliation I just gave to their little messenger boy. Trunks where is Pan?" she looked down at him, seeing how her words had given him a linear path to follow.
"Shit." He put his head down. Pan had taken off that morning. Things had not been awesome. She was clearing her head. The one thing he feared was she going to be able to handle her urge for a period without him near her. Trunks stood up, "if they corner her, I am not sure what she will do. She wants to get in deeper so that she can rip them apart. However, if her cover is blown, she will most likely throw a fit. Either way, I am almost glad it will come to a head. I just want to have her home. You got a contingency for a mass holocaust?"
"Should I Trunks? I mean your father has caused me enough trouble over the years."
Trunks stood and kissed his mother. It was all very anticlimactic. The trouble was with how Pan and everyone else would receive the new about a story of this magnitude. Trunks could care less. He was hoping that Pan was just home.
His step was not as happy as it was when he first strode in that morning, but soon he would feel better once he located his favorite troublemaker.

Pan had gathered her things from her room at capsule; she retrieved her backpack and then flew to her old home. There she did her laundry. It felt normal again to be doing something so mundane. The only reason she went home was to give her a piece of solid ground to gather her thoughts. She was carefully examining her reasons in this world. Everything she ever wanted in life was right at her fingertips. She had Trunks. She had what was left of her family. Soon all the other men in her life would be home. Trunks had seen that she wanted to go Super Saiyan so that she would be worthy of the Prince. However, he had proved to her that that was not necessary. She wondered if everything she had done had been a ruse and in vain. Though her desires were met, the empty hollow feeling had not completely closed up. She could be missing her mom and grandmother. That was true she did miss them desperately. She could be missing her father, Grandfather, and Sensei. That was true she did miss them. Was that the hole she felt? Not every Saiyan was a Super Saiyan. It just happened to be her grandfather, who transformed, and her family and everyone she knew. Therefore, it was not a missing part of her race that was the rarity. There was a piece missing inside of her. Something that gnawed and it was part of being a Saiyan she was sure. She had just equated it with Super Saiyan and then mixed that up with her young infatuation with Trunks. He had seen her memories, had he seen past that? Pan could not be sure. They needed to talk, and she could not run away from him. Whatever it was that was missing; he needed to help her find it.
Pan came out of her reverie and paused her breathing. She looked at the clock in the laundry room and realized that it was getting late. She flipped her phone over a texted the club that she was not feeling well. Pan had lost the urge to play there tonight. She needed a break from lots of things and dancing and performing was not her idea of fun. She could care less at that moment if the Yakuza had another free night. Eventually she would just kill them all. In addition, that thought gave her the most satisfaction. She could just go in and rip there limbs off and pull their hearts right from their chests. Pan would even have to power up too much.
The thought and imaginings of blood caused her mouth to water. Then a powerful hunger hit her. She needed… Kami she had to find Trunks….