Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ saiyan on the hunt ( Chapter 6 )

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

Trunks waited impatiently around the corner from the club. Pan couldn't go too far without him knowing. However, that didn't make him feel any better. He should blow up the place. How could he not? She was there he was there. So were a lot of others that wouldn't stand a chance of surviving. Like that mattered. But unlike his father was as a youth, consequences meant something more to him. Still there was inkling that Pan was playing an elaborate joke on him. The more he thought of it the angrier he got. Trunks left from a back alley away from eyes. Trunks assured himself that he had spent enough time in that part of time; he didn't want a chance of having his image caught on some phone and sent to the wires. There had been enough publicity about his family and friends of recent times.
It was a silent set of rooms, which Bulma had allocated for Pan. Now that he was away from where he had been, Trunks began to heed the fact that he had been too busy to notice anything amiss with Pan. Perhaps this was her rebellious way of getting his attention. Trunks had assumed that she had resumed her routine before her mother had passed. And he falsely believed that she was doing well. She seemed fine during the Holidays. Pan must have enlisted the help of Oolong, Roshi and probably Yamucha, and now they were all laughing at him.
Then it hit him… He had left Pan in the club! He hadn't even considered pulling her out of there. He was so preoccupied thinking about preventing damage to the people there; and his image, that he just ran off. Now he was waiting for this prankster, hoping she learned that she could not prank him. Then he remembered how her pheromones affected him. Once again he dismissed this as a prank. She was a Saiyan after all, though the thought of her showing off for other men drove him crazy with some sort of perverse jealousy and excitement. This was crazy. It had to be joke. No one could get the best of him like Pan
Pan was deeply engrossed in the feeling. The man obviously had no idea that he was in danger. The guy wasn't trying to do more then let her grind up on him. HE kept trying to kiss hr neck to make her feel excited maybe? She really could not stand the feel of his mouth on her body; however, he was falling for her game. His blood pumped strongly through his veins and she loved the surge. She reached into his pants and grabbed hold \of the organ that was hard. She used this tactic, for it was the most unobtrusive. Behind that club she squatted in front of the man and began to rub his cock and suck it. IF she really thought about it, this might seem demeaning, but what no one really knew that he was now completely under her power, and totally unprotected. This gave her the raw feeling of supremeness. She continued her ministrations savoring what was going to happen. As he got closer to orgasm she took her pointer finger nail and punctured a hole on his inner thigh. The first trickle of blood spotted on the pale flesh, and she finished his orgasm with her one hand and turned to the blood wit her mouth. He had been so close that the little prick in his thigh was almost unnoticeable. As he came, and she sucked on his thigh, it was too late to pull away. She opened his femoral vein and took form him his life force and his blood. Thoughts of vampires swirled in his head as he began to loose his vision.
Pan could easily hold him up with one hand and continue to take from him. Before she drained him of his life, she lapped at his wound, sending Ki, from her mouth to his opened vein. This was easier to do then trying to seal an artery. The man lost consciousness and was dead weight. Pan easily picked him up, straightened out his clothes and then checked his pulse; it was weak but steady. His body began to recoup what it had lost.
Pan went back inside the club to gather her few things and to leave for the day. This had been an easy conquest. When all of this began she had hoped for some sort of resistance. But chance would have it, it was becoming easier and her need was growing stronger. Before her mother had been killed, Pan had started to become despondent. Videl, sensing a new change in her daughter had sat down and had some very serious discussions. Pan was afraid that she was changing into something that was not natural. Boys at school seemed immature, and boring. Her life was not exciting enough, she had strong urges to fight more and blood was a fascination. She was anxious and found a release through masturbation and fantasy. However, what excited her was not what she knew excited other girls or even boys for that matter. She couldn't quite tell when things had started to snowball, but in good consciousness she decided to confide in Videl.
Videl had had a compassionate ear to Pan's plight, though she didn't know enough to be positive. Videl had studied enough about blood lust through her living with Sayians. There was a definite 'alien' obsession with the pure love of the fight. She understood the desire to become the worlds strongest; to emulate a hero. She was once a kid trying to be as great as her father. However, Sayians craved something more. Videl didn't want to worry Gohan as yet; she felt it best to ask Vegeta. Vegeta had had a different impact on Pan. Pan idolized her father, but Vegeta was herShihan. That relationship was built on the mutual respect for fighting in Saiyan tradition. Coincidentally, Saiyan fighting skills were part of the collective unconscious, memories that one was born with. The animalistic quality in her description of fantasies, Videl wondered if they were not a past link to The Saiyan heritage. Which lead her to think that it was an imitation of Vegeta?
After much discussion with Vegeta, he decided that Gohan and Videl would both learn how to recognize and handle the pangs of Pan's pubescent journey. Pan was not privy to all of the decisions made for her at that time, but soon learned that her training would include spars with her father, Vegeta and Goku. Pan would have a balanced training which included everyone's technique. Her ability to master all the techniques was what impressed Vegeta. Videl balanced the rest out. She was an outlet for Pan. She could tell her mother anything and everything. And Videl did her best to help keep Pan's desires in perspective. Their relationship was strong and important. The dark spin on these things was Videl's way to feed the beast inside of Pan. Videl would take Pan to areas where Yakuza (Japanese Gang) partook in human trafficking. Pan would be allowed to punish who engaged in bribing young girls to be sold into prostitution. One of Videl's biggest vigilante acts. Pan would incapacitate members of this group; one at time.
Sometimes she would kill an individual. Most times, she would drain them and then Videl would leave them off at the hospital. Later to be found guilty of some gang related act. Most times their strength would return too slowly to be much of help for them to protect themselves from retaliation in prison. It was Pan that had been the silent disease which had plagued the Yakuza in south city. And she was continuing to channel her urges. The club she worked at was a known Host Club. She would slowly eat her way through the patrons' and the established associates. Videl was no longer there to get the leads, but Pan would not let her down.
Pan checked to where she was, and slowly took off. She flew from South City to her home. Mount Paozu was her refuge. In her home Pan showered to remove the grime from the makeup and the man's essence. She felt closer to her mother in her home. Her father had yet to rid the house of Videl's things; she was grateful for that. Pan couldn't believe that her mother had been killed. She was her sounding board. Bra was a good friend but Pan never divulged to her the issues she had been dealing. She admired herself in the mirror, and enjoyed the new look Bra had helped her achieve. She got the job at the club with this look. Now she could satisfy her hunger and rid the world of the scum. But her hunger bothered her more than the men she disabled. The more she engaged in the behavior the more she wanted. She was aware enough to know that her cravings were getting stronger. No matter how 'good' the deeds seemed, not everyone was a member of the Yakuza; Pan was dangerous. She stared at her reflection wondering, seeing the innocent reflection, knowing that it was a farce. This didn't bother her. She was what she was; what she was doing would sustain her need.
Panic swept over Trunks as he realized that Pan was not home yet. How could he have left her at the club? She should have been home by now. HE checked his watch again to see that it was 5:00 pm. He had a good mind to leave and was going to go find her when Bra ran into him.
"Trunks, what are you doing here?" she asked of Trunks.
A trunk at first was surprised, because he lived at home and he had a right to be at home. However, h realized he was in the hallway nowhere near his rooms.
"Hah, yeah I was looking for Pan. Have you seen her?" He wasted trying to cover for any missteps. Maybe Bra was part of the joke too; his mind working on a conspiracy theory.
Bra gave him a quizzical look and asked her own question of him, "Why are you in here? Pan is probably where she is everyday at 5:00. Trunks are you losing your mind?" Trunks took a slow breath and tried to think. Pan was always in the Gravity room at his house. She was training.
Trunks took off to the Gravity Room, not realizing that if he had used his senses once he would have realized.
He watched as she battled the bots, the gravity at 100 times earth. Pan was running a program that he was familiar with. He could not sense any attitude from Pan. She was working on her reflexes more than fighting. Trunks unlocked the door with his code which timed delayed the chamber as gravity retuned to normal. She stood breathing deeply as she watched his approach. Trunks had enough time to recover form his earlier agitation and flustered racing thoughts. He had to get to the bottom of Pans digression no matter if it had been a joke, more importantly, if it had not been a joke.
Trunks realized that he was wearing his suit still, and he decided that sparring with Pan was a good approach to discussing the matter at hand. He had kicked his shoes off and decided on his briefs and undershirt. Then he loosened his ties and then unbuttoning his shirt.
Pan hadn't spoken a word. She watched fascinated as Trunks entered the room and began to undress. She had to stop her tongue from licking the sweat that was dripping down her face. She was curiously thrilled. Her lust for power was abated, but desire had been the one thing she hadn't quenched. Knowing that Trunks was not an object of hate, she took in all that he had, and like all the men in her life he wasn't lacking in any areas.
Trunks gave a slight bow to give Pan his intentions; she returned the gesture recalling the last time he took the time to spar with her. Everywhere he punched Pan blocked. The sting of his thrusts on her body had her signing. This was something she had missed. Sparring with Bra had been difficult because she had only been training Bra. Goten still had yet to spar with anyone and preferred training alone at night. She realized that maybe she should have encouraged someone to train with her but she hadn't been ready for company.
She couldn't get it out of her head how good it felt to fight someone who was stronger than herself. Trunks could damage her. And she realized how much she wanted to feel pain.
Trunks realized that he had an upper hand on Pan when he began his assault on her.
"Do you like playing pranks Pan?" He asked casually.
Pan was thinking of an answer when Trunks got a drop on her and she missed a block. He tapped her on her chin. She relished in the fact that he got the best of her.
Smiling she told him, "If it was a good prank, and executed well, I love them."
Trunks mistakenly realized that she had pranked him. He couldn't believe it.
Trunks was angered over her audacity.
He decided to give her a slight punishment for trying to cause him such pains. He punched Pan in the stomach so quickly that Pan hadn't even realized he would move that fast on her. She cursed herself for not sparring lately, and for lackluster training. Humans were never a match for Saiyans.
"I don't know where you get off Pan, but I won't tolerate you going to those kinds of places, if even for a joke. I don't appreciate letting men see you like that. And neither should you." Trunks admonished her for going into the club.
Pan didn't think that she could ever be affected by things, but for a second she lost her thought. Trunks used that opportunity to get another hit to her face. She was quickly gathering her thoughts.Trunks thinks she pranked him by being in the club. He knew she was in the club, that meant either he had been their or someone told him. That meant someone who knew her was at that place. Who did Pan have to hurt?
They continued to spar. And Pan could tell that Trunks wanted a response from her, but had yet asked for one. She knew him well enough though. Pan was not sure what he might want to hear, but if getting Trunks to spar with her was her 'punishment' she would take more of that. "What makes you think that it was a prank?"
This question surprised Trunks. However, he countered Pans right hook in time. Trunks felt as though Pan was still playing him, provoking him. Trunks began to count every counter Pan was making. Though he had gotten a few hits in vital places, Pan was keeping up with him. He was impressed by her stamina and technique. It was a shame that he had not been taking the time to do right by Pan. Trunks knew how much this meant to her, to him even, and most importantly it was his responsibility to be a proper guardian. He was supposed to be teaching Pan to find something to love. He knew she loved fighting, but perhaps he could be a better person for her. She deserved that.
Trunks laughed at Pan's joke," Hah, I don't know how you got Yamucha to do your dirty work, and I was surprised to see you on that stage, but Pan I can't believe you would go to such lengths to get my attention."
Pan did her best not to let surprise show again. She had the answer to her questions and they weren't even good answers. Yamucha had been at the club. For that reason, she should be surprised because she thought he was too old for that kind of activity. But it made her wonder if why he was there. She knew word had spread about her; maybe the reason why Yamucha went but then he tattled on her to Trunks. However, she doubted that he could have anything to do with the indentured servitude the club covered for.
It was clear to Trunks that Pan wasn't going to give him what he wanted. He wanted an explanation, a clarification, an apology. Pan would never give him that satisfaction during a spar. So in his mind she was rewarded for bad behavior. He gave her what she wanted, his attention. The sparring continued as he contemplated how he could make room in his life to do what he was supposed to do. He didn't necessarily want to chain Pan to him, but he did want to be able to keep tabs on her better than he had.
Pan realized her mistake. Trunks had seen her at the club. How could she be unaware of his presence? She had to learn to refocus her attention on Ki. She couldn't let her desires to over run her other senses. If Vegeta knew he would be disappointed? Or would he not care? She wasn't a bad person but she needed to protect her reputation and that of her family. Either that are just be as feared as those she hunted. Trunks might just prove to be able to help her.
She stopped sparring and gave Trunks a time out signal. She went over to the bench and retrieved a water. Trunks welcomed the break and hoped now he might get a word from Pan. She didn't disappoint him, "Trunks have you even once considered that I didn't prank you today. That maybe I was at that club working?" Pan then left the gravity room and Trunks who had an expression she was not likely ever to forget.