Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan whose that Girl? ( Chapter 5 )

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

The Things We Do
Saiyan Who's That Girl….?

Bra looked upon Pan in an interesting way. The crazy eyebrows were under control. Her skin glowed from being scrubbed and polished. Hair was freshly washed and styled. Nails were trimmed, buffed and painted clear. Bra was astonished. How could such little changes bring about this new creature?
Pan looked at herself in the full length mirror. She noticed how her eyes looked bigger than before and her face had a more delicate look. Her mom had tried to get her to pluck or wax her brows for a while now. She saddened over the thought. Videl had wanted Pan to enjoy her femininity along with her strength and Pan just wanted to be one of the guys. Her eyes locked back with the blue orb of Bra, and for a moment they shared the dame thoughts. Pan would never get to share this with her mom. Miss Bulma had Bra, Chichi, eventually had Videl.
"She would be so happy." Bra said, but added, "Don't ever forget that your mom loved you as you are Pan, you both were so alike."
Pan was in the mood to talk, and Bra was one of her closest and dear friends.
"I remember once how different I thought I was from my mom and grandma. But Grandma Chichi lost her mom, so long ago when she was a baby, my mom had lost her mom in her early years, and now I have lost both of them. Some days I don't know what I'm going to do without them, and others I feel that I have to forge out another existence. Like I have to bury my old self and find another person; someone to replace the old me. I know that my dad didn't abandoned me but with all of them gone I feel like I'm no longer part of that group either; that I'm not one of the guys anymore. I never was."
"Pan that's not really true, you were you are but you you're a woman too. I told you that. I know you miss your mom and grandmother, I would I do too. Honey that's so expected. Really everyone is so scared of how to react to your loss, that maybe we just have to redefine who we all fit in to this new world. You know you'll survive this maternal bond, but your dad; I don't know, but I know they didn't abandoned you."
"I know that, I hadn't meant the way it sounded. I just can't wait for them to be fixed. I just have to find me now I guess." Pan concluded. She hadn't yet told Bra what she had done to begin this change. Her father had taken off to find, to hunt, to fix his broken bond, and she was going to do some searching, some hunting of her own. "Bra, thanks with cleaning me up, but how to do change this look, I mean I want to look more like a woman then this, " Pan splayed her hands to her face. "Bra teach how to put on some makeup, you know really a glamorous look?" she asked all innocently.
The sparkle in her eyes was sign enough to get Bra even more excited. But she asked one thing of Pan, "Okay, I won't ask why you want to glamour it up, but first we spar."
Now Pan's eyes held a sparkle of delight. The one thing she would never lose about herself was and will be martial arts.
One month later…

GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

The sign read. It was large and gaudy but was just what it was; a salacious house of entertainment, a gathering place of vice and ill repute. This was her hunting ground.
She applied the makeup in a way that Bra had taught her. It gave her a look that belied her years, just enough to be the legal age. She would perform her routine, calling on her martial arts skill and Saiyan strength. No one could dance a pole like her. She found it utterly depraving. But it left the men howling and begging for her to come closer to the edge of the stage and gather her rewards, and invites.
Pan had yet made it into the VIP rooms, but she didn't need money for these acts as much as she wanted to lure her prey to her so that she could get them alone and tear her way through them. If that meant sucking a cock well and hard, letting them grope her full breast, riding on their laps and feeling the power she held over the unsuspecting degenerates; then she was willing to play her part. Then when they least expected it she would choke them to near death, or us her Ki to sap them of their life force. She had yet to let them take her, but the sick enjoyment she got from this game was becoming a high. And each time another one made an advancement that was worth it the better. She hadn't killed them, but they had not returned, but word must be spreading because she was becoming more sought after and singled out. To say the least her dance card was filling up. The only issue with their new little gem was that she only worked the day shift. The owners' hadn't persuaded her to do the over nights. That was when the placed hopped and Champagne rooms could bring them all more money.
Pan didn't need the notoriety, she needed the hunt, to set a trap and not be detected.
Yamucha was a creature of habit. After a big win, a fight, a tournaments, a breakup, he would go whoring. Yamucha enjoyed the places that gave the best shows, the best lap dances and the chance to release. It was easier to pay a girl to ride his junk, a few dollars. No conversations, no questions, and no bitching. Sometimes he would spend some time with one girl he found appealing; a week, a month, a day. Shacking up with a stripper was just easier until he felt the urge to go home and back to business. He managed to get some of his friends with on occasion when he found an interesting enough girl or place or new type of entertainment. Mostly he went by himself; then go back to tell Roshi, Oolong of his escapades.
Recently, after the deaths' of the Sons' women and the departure of the Saiyans, he had been reluctantly to go anywhere. He had begun to see his mortality. Depression set in. He was not a young man anymore, and his body would one day fail him. He was only human.
That was about the lowest he had felt, and went back to a tried and true cure. Yamucha had heard about a new girl in a former stomping ground. For a few dollars you could met the girl outside of the club and the word was she could blow your mind. He couldn't wait to see what the catch was.
Yamucha stood outside of the club. It was only 2 pm in the afternoon, but he felt like he had run a marathon and sparred with Tien. He had to put his hand over his heart to stop the erratic beat. He had gone to the club to see the new dancer and felt the blood drain from his face. He had to step into the bathroom to stop his head form whirling.
The girl looked so much Chi chi when she was of that age. Yamucha remembered how exciting his friend's wife was as a young woman. He couldn't believe that there was a dancer in this club who looked so much like a women he had often fantasized about. Her Ki was strong too. He went back to his seating area to get another glimpse. Yamucha watched with awe as she was clearly the most talented girl up on the stage. However, it was early in the day. Curiosity got the best of him and he focused on the girl up on the stage comparing her to Goku's deceased wife. Though Chi never danced so provocatively, he only dreamed she had; warning alarms went off. The years spent training and trying to meditate with his former teachers, Yamucha could detect the Ki signatures at will. He usually didn't bother with this tool when he was letting loose. The girl though, was exciting in a way, but he felt he knew her. She was too familiar. His inkling, led him to concentrate. That led him outside, in a sheer panic.
For a moment he had looked at Pan and had those thoughts.Ah Kami!
She was the girl, the girl new girl… who could blow your mind….
Yamucha had to think. He had to tell someone.
Trunks looked at the man before him. He couldn't remember the last time that Yamucha had been at Capsule Corporation. He couldn't remember ever having a private conversation with his mothers ex boyfriend. I t was how he thought of Yamucha. Bra called him 'uncle' a loose term at best. Trunks never had. But Trunks considered him a friend of the family, an insider to all things Saiyan. So he would hear what the man had to say. It must be of some importance as Trunks noticed his nervous toe tapping and nervous twitch.
Anger was the second emotion he could even decipher. The first was disbelief.
There was no way in hell hat Pan was dancing at a strip club, supposedly selling her favors for private fees. Gohan was going to kill him, what the hell did he do wrong, how the hell did not know any of this. Pan couldn't be dancing, she couldn't she was too young, she was not a slutty girl, and she wasn't selling her favors… Kami no.
Trunks paid a cover to enter the establishment, wondering how long it would take to have his name attached to this establishment. Maybe he could avoid detection. No one would believe this anyhow.
He watched as the turn of girls paraded on the small stage dotted with actually poles. Trunks hadn't gone to this kind of place since he was in his teens with Goten. What was Yamucha even doing here? Trunks decided not to think about that one.
Before he blew the establishment off the map, he watched in suppressed mode, Pan strutting herself across the stage.What the Fuck… no one could comprehend this; it had to be a play, a joke she was playing on him. She had to be pulling a joke, perhaps her and Roshi and or Oolong and poor Yamucha thought this up.
Then the dancing began.
Trunks, wanted to have as much evidence to present to Pan; evidence that this was a joke. What he got was an eyeful of the girl he was supposed to help find something to love. He doubted this was what Gohan had intended. He was shocked to see her grind herself around a pole. And his natural protectiveness over the little Saiyan almost fired up as he saw the men rush the stage. Pan was oblivious to the zeni flashing toward her. He saw the look in her painted eyes. Trunks opened up his senses to ascertain her motivation. His became hyper aware that Pan was not playing a joke on him, that she was a very real threat to men she was enticing. She was pulling them into her trap, and for what he couldn't imagine. Something in him clicked at that moment. Pan was hunting, using the oldest trick in the universe. But why?
Her act was enticing and he felt stirrings on a level he hadn't expected. Trunks' needed to shut his senses off from her. Her ability to draw men to her was confusing his mind and body. He was oddly excited to see the other men fawn over her. He was excited and ready to kill anyone who dare touch what was … his?
Where the fuck had that come from?He asked himself. He needed to leave before he killed everyone in the club.
Outside Yamucha approached the young Saiyan Prince. "Was it her?" he asked concern all over his face
Trunks just gave Yamucha a look which had the man backing down.
"You did not see her here. Do you understand Yamucha?" he sneered to the man
"Yeah, yeah ok man. I'm going to go now" his voice trembled.
Yamucha took off.
Trunks used the air to clear his mind. He was going to follow Pan, and get to the bottom of this. Then he was going to surprise her with what he now knew. And then he was going to chain her to him. There was no way that girl was going to get away with this.