Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan it Loud ( Chapter 9 )

The Things We Do

Saiyan it Loud

Pan only had a short time before she was back at Capsule. Goten was hot on her heels, she was flying hard and fast to stay away from him. Pan had no desire to explain herself, or why he could scent Yamucha. Saiyans had keen senses; Goten was not a fool. How he had been encouraged to find her had her on edge. Pan looked back over her shoulder and saw how flying made him look like his normal self. Though she was grateful for her uncle to be like this, she wondered how much explaining she would be doing.

Goten was taking in what he saw. If he hadn't checked her Ki, he would not have recognized Pan. Her school uniform was not her uniform. It looked like that get up Bra would sometimes dress up with for him. She had her hair pulled back in a high tight ponytail, her bandana missing. Pan had always been this cute kid in his mind, but what he saw tugged on another level of attraction. All of a sudden she appeared to have grown up over night. Had he missed so much these past months? He sparred with her a few nights a week. He hadn't noticed it in the GR. This tragedy has really taken its toll on him. He missed his mother, and Videl. However, he had his mate; he really needed to start acting like a Saiyan again. Maybe if he had gone with his father and brother; perhaps that was what had hurt him the most. It was time to stop feeling sorry for him. He was grateful now that Bulma had gotten him out of the house. He had missed too much in the ones that were still here. Especially, Pan. The two of them had been very close. More than uncle and niece; more like brother and sister. They had had a similar relationship to Bra and Trunks. And Pan was doing something; she was living on and helping out. Bulma had her working with Yamucha on Ki suppressors. He wanted to help too. He sped up to talk to Pan; she was flying hard and fast.

“Pan!” he yelled over the rushing wind.

She turned her head to look over at her uncle. He had quickly caught up to her. She frowned; it was not fair that he could do so so easily.

“What?” She yelled back.

“I want to help with the Ki suppressors.”

The Ki suppressors she thought, is that what they told him? He had no idea why she had been in Metro City. They got him out of the house. “Sure, Goten; I'll have a talk with Bulma.” She confirmed. Goten gave her that patented Son smile.

They landed at Capsule Corp., and went into the house; Bulma was waiting for them in the front room. Pan did a check and was relieved to know that Trunks was not at home.

“Pan,” Bulma began.

However, Pan had not wanted to include her uncle in this conversation. Pan was not sure of where this might lead, but he didn't need to know her business.

“I am going to the Gravitational Room. I will explain how the Ki suppressors worked.” Pan gave her a curt nod and left the room.

Goten, wondered why that seemed so awkward. Bulma had an astonished look on her face, but she didn't say a word. They were being so secretive. Pan did promise to talk to Bulma about including him. Maybe he would know more later after he ate.

Bulma watched Goten leave for the kitchen, and was relieved. She had no idea of what to say to him. He found Pan. He brought her home. Pan seemed to cover her tracks well enough to diminish his curiosity. However, hers was peaked. How did Trunks ever think that the costume Pan was sporting was a school uniform? He was smarter than that. Did he have that much of a blind eye to her?

Bulma was thinking all kinds of ways of how this conversation with Pan was going to go. Pan had retreated to the GR. A Vegeta like move, they would not be overheard. Pan also confirmed that Bulma had lied to Goten; a lie for the moment, which Pan wanted to uphold for now.

The music was turned up in the GR when Bulma entered. She was grateful that Pan hadn't turned on the gravity. Vegeta would sometimes, just to mess with her. “No one can over hear us in here!” she yelled over the music.

Pan turned to the woman. “I wasn't sure, if you were going to start screaming at me.” Pan was truthful.

Bulma smiled, “Oh I don't know I might find something to holler about. Let's start with how you got Trunks to sign off on you testing out of high school?” she walked over to the music control intending to turn it down. Bulma didn't want to yell over the music.

Pan watched, Bulma was too calm;” I asked him to sign some papers for graduation, I didn't give him chance to read the papers.”

Bulma contemplated that. Pan knew how Trunks worked. That could have been easy to do; especially back in November right after the tragedy. “Why?”

Pan was debating how much she should divulge. She didn't want her to attempt to stop her. However, she was tired of hiding. She already missed the energy she had taken from Yamucha. “I wanted, needed to not have any thing to interfere. I needed to be free from that obligation.”

“I didn't know that you knew about the Host club.” Bulma told her.

Pan checked. Bulma knew more than she imagined. She knew Bulma and her mother had worked on ending the Yakuza, “I admit, I have been working that angle, I've been involved form the beginning.” Maybe Bulma knew more; Vegeta could have told Bulma.

“The beginning? We started on this years ago Pan, you were young, very young.” She stammered.

“Not in the very beginning, but in the last years… I guess you could say since their numbers have been decreasing.” She watched for Bulma to make the connection.

“It's been you. Fuck Pan! Your mom brought them to you?” she finally began to yell.

Pan gave her smirk, and then shrugged her shoulders.

“They've been found nearly dead; they've been taken to hospitals unconscious. You have been draining them.” Bulma's face was ashen.

Pan looked sharp, Bulma looked like she was going to faint. Then she noticed a change in her face. Pan couldn't think of a response that would be suitable at this moment.

“You're hunting, you're not saving those girls; your after the Yakuza?”

She asked and answered her own questions.

Pan could see how Bulma's mind worked. No wonder Vegeta had been ensnared by this seemingly weak human. “Huh.”

“What?” she yelled at Pan for the grunted noise.

“You're just as dangerous, you're just a smart for lack of fighting power you might be the most dangerous person I know; that's why he loves you.” Pan responded, knowing that Bulma was more an equal.

“Loves me, worships me, respects me, and forgets to tell me everything. He likes my mind to work. I can be dangerous but I respect life too much. No, no I am not the most dangerous person you know. When did it start? When did you know?” Bulma's blue eyes pierced Pans.

Pan knew she wasn't talking about being a great fighter, she wasn't asking about her deeds; Bulma knew Pan could taste it in the air. “Two years. Right after the Grand Tour. Thought I was depressed, I was feeling not myself. Then there were dreams, fantasies, and cravings.” Pan crossed her arms over her chest. She was trying to hold herself together. She needed to tell someone, but that didn't mean she would stop.

“What attracts you, what drives you?” Bulma had to know, she had to know how to deal with this.

“Ki, blood, power.” She wouldn't be ashamed. She was staring at Bulma, waiting.

Bulma was nodding her head. “Vegeta use to kill. He killed millions, planets, and not just for Freiza. He loved doing it; he wanted to do it. Trunks too. He was subtle. He didn't kill not physically. He didn't become president at 21 because I pushed him. He channeled it into acquisitions, mergers. He put many men out of business. He left strings of women and men wanting him. He ruined people, ruined lives. They were attracted to him. Yet, yet he never turned it on his family, his friends. Everyone trusted him.” Bulma remembered living through his adolescent problems.

Pan was not surprised. His reputation was notorious back then. She used to hate the groves of people that would harass Trunks when he was at home. Angry people, crazed fans, they couldn't get enough of him. That was a long time ago. Apparently Trunks needed those things to sustain him. Vegeta, she understood his cravings. Trunks? What was his?

“What did Trunks want?” Pan asked of Bulma. He had power. He had freedom.

Bulma began to pace the GR. She was thinking now. Pan wasn't asking those silly questions, nor was she giving silly answers. Pan really needed to know what had been the main driving factor to Trunks debauchery. “Oh yes, Trunks was spoiled. I first thought he was just bored. He loved breaking companies and making money. He loved winning. That was part of his personality. No, Trunks, I think liked sex, the hunt, the capture, the release. He would never tell me, however I recognized some signs. He outgrew the overwhelming desire before it consumed him. Vegeta corralled that problem. I am assuming he'd been helping you?” She asked.

Pan was a little shocked to hear Bulma's' insight. Trunks was a sex crazed teenager. Ha, she laughed. Oh he would recognize what was driving her. He had been responding to her for some time. She wondered how this would play out if she turned on him.

“Vegeta knew, he was helping, making me train. Much good that has done I'm still too weak, too slow. My mom gave me what I needed. I want energy Bulma, I want power, I take their blood their life forces, and I take it now in a way that almost satisfies me.” Pan had gotten up in Bulma's face to answer her. She needed this woman to know just how much these things meant to her. Pan would not be afraid anymore. Not of her extended family, her guardian. It was a relief to know that she was just like them. She wasn't a monster.

“Do you even care about all those girls that can't defend themselves?” Bulma asked. Wondering how far form humanity had Pan drifted from.

“They can't return home. Most of them have been ruined. They are more afraid to go home and be with their families. How could they return to those villages, so full of piety? They are ruined. The only hope they have is to attract some wealthy man to take care of them or to become a mistress, perhaps a mother to one of the Yakuza member. Some want go home but to what? To be shunned? What man would marry a tainted young girl? No one in those villages. They have no choice but to become on of those city girls grandma uses to complain about. There's not much else. That is why the prey on them.” Pan had gone over this with Videl and herself. She had no worries about her own reputation. Physically, no human could touch her and make her feel weak, or humiliated.

“You got this all figured out. Why haven't you just blown up the club and kill all of them?” Bulma questioned, comprehending the scope of Pan's derision.

“You don't get it yet? If I eradicate them others will replace them. Others have. Humanity needs these things as much as I need what I need. I'm just slowing them down. I like the hunt, maybe I like the sex too.”

“Pan! I, tell me that your not, I your mother,” Bulma had to stop her before something happened. Pan needed protection form herself.

“No, no. it's been close but I don't, I haven't...” she said but thought not yet, thinking about Yamucha. No human was going to make her succumb unless that was what she really wanted. She would need to figure this one out. Still no one could force her.

She sighed, and then thought. She had to do something; she was going to do something. She was going to let Trunks deal with Pan. It was the only thing to do.

Bulma had come to some reconciliation. Her face expressed a look of determination.

“Pan, you have to be careful. Know I don't need to tell you this; but I feel like I have tot try to dissuade you. I know its no use.” Bulma was not giving her grief.

“I promised Goten that I would let him help with the Ki suppressor.” Pan decided to change the conversation.

Bulma shook her head agreeing that Giving Goten any task would at least keep him out of the way. Bulma didn't need Goten or Bra to have any involvement with Pan or Trunks. “I'll take care of Goten. However, I'm going to let Trunks deal with you Pan. He is your guardian after all. That was Gohan's and Vegeta's decision. I just now understand why.”

Pan had never stopped to consider this. Trunks was never part of her training that Vegeta had devised. Then Pan realized that Bulma had left. She looked up to see what time it was. Too much had already taken place; however, it was only 12:30 in the afternoon. She didn't want to think about anything. Hunger burned, and she wanted to recoup all the energy she let go from Yamucha. This turn of events had robbed her of all that. She was going to the club and work her shift.

Trunks had decided to fly home. That cut lots of time off his commute. He rushed through the hose to his rooms to change. He wanted to be in training clothes. The last thing he was thinking of was another issue with Pan. He already spent enough time going over what he needed to do.

Everything he thought he knew was about to change…

Bulma had managed to get Bra and Goten out of the house. She had given Bra a few Ki suppressors, prototype cuffs. She sent them to go have some fun. Far away.

She stepped up the stairs. She had been waiting for Trunks to get home. He had rushed so fast upstairs. She hoped he had had no plans for the night.

Trunks opened his door and ran into his mother. He reached and grabbed her as she feel backwards, “Wow Mother, are you okay?” he asked after knocking her back.

“Yes! Damn Saiyans. Trunks I have to talk to you.” She began without preamble.

He closed his eyes knowing that nothing she was going to say would make his concerns any easier. At least his mother was home and safe.

He stood inside his door jamb, using its frame to lean against.

“I went to Pan's school today. I tried to order new uniforms. But there was not a need. Now Trunks don't say anything yet, but know she has been under great stress. Anyway, Pan has finished school early. She deicide to test out.”

She carefully looked at his face. His head was leaning back eyes closed. Okay so far she thought. “That's not all of it.” He nodded his eye still not looking at his mother.

“I guess you were right, she was not pranking you, she has taken a job working at that club,” Trunks opened his eyes and looked at his mom.

“You didn't go there did you?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“No! I guessed where she was and I asked her.”

“Mother, I told you not to confront her.” He had hoped she would have respected his wishes.

“No, no I know what you asked dear, but I was so confounded by her not being in school and I knew, just knew she was getting in deeper. She, this is important Trunks... she is going after the Yakuza. She's not looking for the girls.” She stopped wanting some other reaction from her son.

He sighed and looked at his mother, “I know, I figured, she was dancing, she was enticing, I ...” he stumbled

“You know?” she asked

“Yes, and I was going to start handling this. I just wish she hadn't given up her last year just to ….”

“No, I don't think you get it, I am happy she did. She's hunting Trunks.”

He looked sharply at her. “What did Pan tell you?”

“Trunks, she's hunting, she's, I think, I know that it's happening again.” She exhausted herself. It was relief to tell him.

“It, Mother? She's not hunting is she, not in the same sense?” He wanted clarification.

“Tell me mother, she has no reason to she never had.”

“I'm afraid not, I think Videl was nurturing this. Your Father was helping her train… it was just not, she's, it's only been two years Trunks. Now with Videl gone, they are all gone. That's why I think they left her in your charge.”

“Fuck, he couldn't tell me? Give her something to love? Are you kidding me? Kami mother do you know what you are telling me?” he screamed.

Bulma was thankful that Goten was not here.

She could only nod her head for him. She knew only too well what she was telling him.

Trunks gave it to his mother loud and clear. “I want you to take over for a while at work. I have to get her under control. I was going to ask you about it tonight. Now its, this is of great importance.” He grabbed her arm making Bulma look into his eyes.” She is not hunting, she is feeding.” He explained. Bulma closed her eyes because she knew.

Trunks rested his head to his mothers. “Trunks I don't think anyone has touched her. Remember that. She's only been after Ki, that's what she has told me.” She wanted him to be aware of that. Trunks methods of handling her would be much different then anyone else's. He had only curbed his tastes. Now this would be like releasing the jackals. It would be well if Trunks was not at Capsule for a while. The backwash would be unsavory.

Trunks waited in the GR. Pan should be there soon it was almost five. He tried not to think where she was, what she was doing. Starting now on it would be what he wanted.

Pan was flying once again from Mt Paozu. She no longer had on her costume and had scrubbed down, even taking the time to make herself gag. She needed to restock some clothes at her home. She was running out of training gear. She looked down and noticed how her shirt was threadbare. But it was clean and so was she. Pan had taken little time in finding her next wiling jerk. Unfortunately, he wasn't a member of the Yakuza. Poor John. She laughed at her pun. His name really had been John. Her humor made the flight back to Capsule less ominous. Bulma would have most likely given Trunks an earful. She really doubted he would be so surprised. All the fear of him stopping her, interfering was a moot point. She actually was curious. She might get to see what Trunks had to offer. Dangerous as it was to tempt a Saiyan, perhaps she would get a taste.

Pan wasn't sure what had bolstered her courage. Maybe it was the early morning tryst she with Yamucha. They all stemmed from her fantasy, of the one Z-fighter, the only one she wanted. He was the one she was waiting for. However, she still had her agenda. She had to enter her code to lower the gravity. He was waiting. She powered up restore the gravity and waited for his attack.

Trunks wasted no time in firing a blast at Pan. He was not going to give her hand to hand combat. That would be a mistake. She dodged him, and sent a Ki ball back to him. He reflected it easily and continued an onslaught of blasts. HE would not let her get close to him. He jumped his level to SSJ2 not bothering to even let her think she had a chance. He wouldn't even let her catch her breath.

Fuck, fuck, I can't keep up with him. She thought rapidly. She wasn't thinking right, he wasn't acting like Trunks. She was just dodging, trying not to get hit; but was poorly managing that. Twice he had nicked her side. Her threadbare shirt was ripped. Pan had only been in the GR for 8 minutes, running for her life in the large dome, when she flipped backwards to try to send a Kamehameha wave directly at him. However, he seemed to know where she was going to land and had maneuvered his hands in a way to suggest his Burning attack. Her eyes widened as the energy sphere grew larger then half the dome which was consuming her before he even released it. The dome shook as she blocked and burned her arms. It rebounded pass her and ricochet off the curvature of the room and slammed her to ground from behind.

Pan opened her eyes, and saw blue ones staring back at her. HE had a stupid smile on his face. She felt like she had been slammed by a Mack truck. Pan tried to sit up and just couldn't summon the strength. She was still lying on the floor of the GR. “Dammit Trunks I think I need a sensu bean. She could barely move her arms. He put a wallop on her.

“Good, I guess you can't move to well then? He asked, still looking down at her with a dumb grin on his face. “What the fuck, you could have warned me you wanted to kill me.” She cried out; sounding so much like her old bratty self.

“I don't want you dead Pan, on the contrary I need you very much alive. However, I do require you're um incapacitated. Yes that's a good word, or maybe a better description would be without so much extra Ki.”

She rolled her eyes mentally. She couldn't seem to do much more than lie on the ground. Trunks wasn't letting her up anyhow.

Fuck! She thought again. They would never be on the same level if he could take her out before she had a chance to do anything to change his mind.

“Okay, I get it. You know. Now get me a damn bean.” she tried to yell.

“Tsk tsk. Oh no, no bean. I hate repeating myself Pan,” Trunks bent down very low to her ear and whispered, “I like when you don't have all that energy,” he explained to her as he flicked his tongue in her ear.

He sat down next to Pan, his back to the wall of the Room. HE pulled her to him and had her sitting with her head in his lap. He pulled her hair out of the ponytail and she meeped. Even that hurt. “Shh, shh Pan it will be okay.”

Trunks slowly brushed his fingers, trying to get the few knots out her long hair. She tried controlling her breathing. Her mind was in an uproar. What is he doing? She wondered.

Her hair was cascading over his legs on to the floor. Her head was in his lap and her body stretched out perpendicular to his. Trunks tilted his head back for a minute and took a deep breath. And then began to manipulate his own Ki. HE could invert his KI just as well as she. He could draw anyone to him. Pan opened her eyes; she could sense the change; largely because she was reacting to him. She couldn't move a finger but yet she could feel the pull of attraction.

Trunks reached out his hand and pulled up form neck of her shirt and pulled the flimsy material off. She looked up to his face and kept seeing his beneficent smile. She wanted to slap it off him.

He could pick up on her ire, but knew she couldn't lift a hand to stop him. He doubted if she really wanted to. “Pan, Pan what's the matter? Why do I feel such anger from you?”

She cleared her throat, it was becoming dry. She swallowed, and tasted her own coppery blood. “I hate that look on your face.” She whispered mutely.

He tried not to smirk. She would always give him a fight. How nice he thought. Then Trunks smiled. His beautiful smile. Then frowned. He looked down at her body, and ripped her sports bra off of her. The thick material braised her skin. “Oh” she got out wondering where her voice had gone. Damn she still couldn't move.

No longer covered her ample breast fully exposed to him and he laid his head back against the wall. If she didn't know him better, she thought he was counting. The lull of his pheromones had abated some, and feeling was coming back to her fingers, but nowhere else yet.

Trunks pulled her ups quickly in front of him and she managed another meep. Now her back was up against his chest she was upright and she felt the room spin. Her head flopped to the side and Trunks brushed her hair off her neck with his face; resting his chin lightly on her exposed neck. He then captured each breast in either hand and cupped them. Pans mouth opened and a breath escaped. Next, he tweaked one side and received a moan. Trunks increased his pressure of his hold and rubbed each one making her body react to this though she could do nothing.

Pan fervently prayed that her hands would come back to life. She wanted to squeeze something in them. She wanted to twist around and do something.

“Ah Pan you like this don't you? Tell me you do.” He whispered to her ear.

She closed her eyes, never knowing he was this sadistic. This was the person his mother described today. And damn if she couldn't do anything back. She couldn't give back a thing.

“I want to to have feeling again Trunks.” She got out.

He stopped playing with her breast, for a moment, as though contemplating her request. “I guess I did put you down kind of hard.”

“Yes” was all she could manage

He pulled her up with him as he stood. He then threw her over one shoulder and carried her out of the GR. He took her to his room and threw her down on his large bed. Trunks could wait a little longer for her to get some feeling back into her body. He didn't want her totally incapacitated. But he did want her.

How ironic he thought, I hadn't wanted to feel this way about her three months ago. I guess these are just the things that we do. He smirked, and watched her fall to sleep. She would be no use to him in this state. Though spitting mad was not going to work either. But he knew a trick that would keep her settled. He traced a finger down her neck. He had no qualms marring her there. Pan's neck was lovely. Trunks felt how strong her pulse had been there. It was the fastest way to pull Ki from her.