Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Surprise ( Chapter 7 )

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

Pan wondered if Trunks would storm after her. She didn't really care at the moment if he did; she had other things on her mind. She was slightly disappointed when he left her alone but would have enjoyed the distraction. She sat down on her bed wondering if all these pretenses were necessary. Trunks had probably guessed where and what she might have done; or had he really thought she pranked him? She laughed silently it might do him some good to come out of his shell she thought. It had done her some good to have the spar with him. She felt more alive and that feeling remained with her. Sometimes all these other Ki's were hard to digest she gave that thought a pregnant pause. She needed to purge herself. Maybe she would before dinner. Pan got up and went to the shower; at least she would be presentable to Bra. When she was at her house Pan had only washed off the grime. She stepped into the shower, turned on the water and ran her fingers down her throat. She made herself throw up, but not much came up; however, the process cleared her mind.
She wasn't really tainted by those others Ki's, or the blood. Pan burned too hot as a Saiyan. It just made her feel better. Her stomach gnawed. She used her energy to power up. She dried off quickly, then she brushed her teeth; dinner would be served at seven.
Pan dressed and left her bedroom, at the head of the stairs she heard,
"Don't forget your homework Pan." Bulma hollered up after her.
Pam could hear Trunks padding in the hallway too. Well, she thought he was finally going to pin her down for answers.
"Pan, I hope today's stunt won't cause you to fall behind." Trunks spoke softly.
Her hand was setting on the banister of the stairs. What a foolshe thought. Trunks was supposed to be a great warrior, an astute businessman, someone who-who had no idea who Pan was, the small voice kept repeating; the two of them had been so close at one time. All the things she thought of him, where memories of a boy she had admired. He wasn't that boy anymore. Trunks had grown up. Pan was not that little girl anymore, she too had changed.
"No Trunks, I am fine with school." She faked a humbled bow; duping Trunks now would give her more freedom, a reprieve. She didn't want to disappoint him, but she didn't want him to stop her.
Trunks was relieved to hear this. He really should give more time to her-especially the training. "Would you like to train tomorrow night? We could spar again regular time? 5 o'clock?"
Yes-Pan smiled for real. She gave him the answer with smile. Pan and Trunks continued down the stairs for dinner.
After dinner Trunks retired to the den. He went to scoop some ice into a glass to prepare a drink. Bulma had already beaten him the couch. Trunks sat down on the couch and grabbed one of her feet and began to rub it. Bulma's eyes closed then she began to talk to her son.
"Did you see the news on the wire today?"
He took a sip told her,"Yes. We can't let these people into our ranks."
"Three more girls went missing today." Bulma explained exasperated.
"Mother I wish you hadn't personally involved yourself in these matters. These gangsters arekillingeach other, you should just let the police handle it, let them find the girls. Whomever you and the Dell used to talk to should really be handling this."
"Really Trunks? Who do you think Videl would call at the police station?" Bulma sighed. "You think I would have a name, but I don't think she wanted me to be that involved."
"I don't want you to be that involved mom." Trunks rubbed a free hand through his hair.
Girls-Trunks thought the name of the club where he saw Pan today. "Hey mom, what was the name of that place you mentioned-a cover house?"
"Oh, someplace Yamucha used to swing at. It was in South city near the corner of Jan Zaki and Cornett."Bulma muttered, staring at the ice melting in her class.
Trepidation made Trunks spit, "What, shit, promise me you won't go there mom. How in the world did you and Videl get involved in this?" Crazed wariness was plastered on Trunks face.
"Videl worked the case years ago. It began in a village near where they used to live." Bulma looked up at Trunks, she had a questioning look on her face; she could tell her son was worried. She pressed, "What was that place? What did you call it? A cover house?"
"Girls, Girls, Girls club, are you sure that that club is a cover house?" Bulma asked.
"That is what it is mom, a cover house a fucking cover house." Trunks mind began to spin.
"Ugh- yeah, that's the one, that's the one he use to go, old faithful." Bulma knew something was up.
Trunks mind began to speed up; that was where he was today. Yamucha and Pan-holy shit!
"Ouch, Trunks, you're hurting my foot." Bulma squealed.
Trunks let go of his mother's foot and stared at the ground. He could feel his mother's stare at him; he could feel that she was starting to put a puzzle together, trying to get the perspective and focus. He wondered how much he could hide from her; she could be as sharp as Vegeta.
"Mother, why didn't you let father just kill that entire element?"
Bulma was slightly shocked to hear Trunks say this. "What's wrong Trunks, I thought you weren't interested in his type of justice?"
He jumped, "Who did Videl use to find all those missing girls?" Trunks ignored his mother's first question.
"I don't know, Gohan maybe?"
Trunks whispered his next question, "Did Pan know?"
Bulma looked at him, he was acting so strange all of a sudden, "Yeah, Pan knew-honey it was right in her backyard all those girls… Those poor village families, Pan knew for sure."
"I thought she was playing me today."
"Who honey?" Bulma began to feel his unease, it was tangible.
"Pan-I- never mind she was at the club today, I saw her there."
"You what? What were you doing there?" Bulma asked.
"Yamucha, he stopped by today to tell me that Pan was working there. Damn, I thought she was pranking me."
"But Trunks she wasn't at school?" Bulma was adding up Trunks his mood with his answers.
"No, but she's going tomorrow."
"What was she doing there? She was looking for those girls. Those poor girls, just like Videl had…"
Trunks shook his head; he could hear the sympathy and his mother's voice. No, she wasn't looking for any girls she was hunting. Pan was in the belly of the beast, and she wasn't having any sympathy. Trunks would let his mother think this; he would let her think for now, that Pan was helping those girls.
"Mom, I got a talk to her." He dashed from the couch and out of the den running past his sister.
"Trunks." Bra called out to him. Trunks did not look back.
He opened her door ready to pounce and put an end to her madness. But he found her sleeping…
He worried-how long, how long had she been after them? He knew that she missed Videl, was this her penitence? Was she carrying on her mother's unorthodox ways? Or was there more? Yamucha might be a better one to question he was the one who found her in the club; why had he gone there for real?
"Trunks," her voice questioned his presence.
"Yes Pan," he sat on her bed next to her. Pan reached out to his hand and grasped it to her chest.
He had to chuckle,poor baby,he thought she tried so hard to emulate her mother, Heck everyone. What a way to go about it. He wasn't going to let her continue this, this was the dark path.
His little fighter, she wanted to take down the bad guys. He pulled his shoes off with his left hand and scooted them under the bed. He turned back to Pan, he caught sight of her uniform on the chair in the corner; that gave him some relief. He swung his legs up on the bed and curled up next to Pan. Pan unfurled her body and turned to face Trunks. She relaxed and settled into his chest, as she had done on countless occasions.
It had been too long, in his mind since she had done this. The comfort of her in his embrace when she slept gave him a feeling that he couldn't explain, but he cherished it none the less.
Bra peaked in to the room and thought how nice it was to see them like this again. Those two, she shook her head… She left Pan's room and went into her room that she shared with Goten. He looked much healthier now, he was suited up he was going to train, "You want some company?"
He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her ear, "You and that training suit really turn me on."
"Hmmm, I take it as a yes." Bra thanked Pan for helping her train lately.
Bulma was looking through images of gang members all of were disguised as businessmen, regular guys. The only way to know who was a member was by the tattoos, and those were only showed when they were gambling. Those tattoos were the most distinguishing characteristic. Her company was not too big to be infiltrated. She didn't require her employees to be strip checked. That would be the only physical sign of being a member of those gangs. Not every background check turned up nefarious dealings. Any large corporation would be wary of inadvertently hiring gang members. Bulma employed trained investigators to prevent any missteps in hiring. However, protecting her company wasn't her only reason. She and Videl had had a personal stake. Neither one could condone human trafficking; both had their own reasons. Bulma had Vegeta's memories, thoughts of his servitude to Freiza burned in her head. Videl had a more visceral connection. She was a strong independent woman who was not to be held in captivity. These girls lived in the mountains close to her home. To see them taken, to see them tricked, to know that they were forced into servitude; sat uneasily on Videl's head.
In Bulma's mind, she and Videl were doing something good something heroic. It was easy to see how Pan could pick up Videl's torch. But Pan was nonhuman, she was very much Saiyan. Picking through Vegeta's memories, she knew only too well just how Sayian she was. Bulma was going to have to keep an eye on that girl; if only to keep Trunk's sane. Perhaps, Goten, could be encouraged to start living normally again. This could give him another sense of purpose. He needed to get out of the house. Bulma would use whatever was at her disposal to save this family. Vegeta would expect nothing less of her to perform her duty while he was gone. Trunks couldn't keep a complete watch on her and run Capsule. Though she knew he would try.
Pan awoken at the very early hour of four, she pulled away from Trunks, a feeling of nostalgia overcame her. But there was always something more, his lavender hair framed that face. He was a paradox. She smirked, that was what made him dangerous. Trunks was the chameleon. She envied him, hated him, cared for him, loved him, ached for something from him, she had a myriad of feelings; a response to his many colors.
She left the room headed for the Gravitational Room. Pan's morning began with a quick workout. This morning she would run laps at 100 G's.
Trunks was still sleeping when she came back to the room. He had pulled her pillow up to his face. She chuckled, wondering why he hated sleeping alone, forgetting that Trunks never had guest sleepover, at least not when she was there. These thoughts were in her mind when she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She had to stop thinking about Trunks, she reminded herself for the millionth time. Pan had things to do today. Her first appointment was to deal with that snitch Yamucha.
Trunks opened one eye; he could see the silhouette of Pan. She had a foot up on her chair tying her shoe. Her school uniform had pulled up and he could see the hint of the blue spanks. He closed his eyes and groaned, he reminded himself to tell his mom to buy new uniforms for Pan. She must've grown taller. Pan turned at his sound. He reopened his eyes, and the light from the bathroom helped him distinguish where the shirt ended and her skirt began. The flash of her mid-drift was a clear indication that that uniform was too small. Trunks could not find his voice.
Pan came back over to the bed, pulled the pillow away from Trunks. He looked back up to her, his mind reeling over the provocative schoolgirl uniform. Pan was unaware of his thoughts, but she could sense how his body was responding. Trunks was male after all. Pan reached down and kissed his forehead. The morning was always a vulnerable time for a Saiyan. He only needed two things. Pan left, she went to the kitchen, the coffee pot was already perking, and she set one of the bots to begin making eggs. Pan would not stay; she would grab breakfast somewhere else. She had no time to deal with Trunks this morning. The breakfast she left, would keep him from following her. She always planned her escapes from him like this. Pan couldn't risk thinking about the other thing a
Saiyan needed when they awoke in that mood. She wondered though, if he knew that she knew. She always knew when his body reacted to hers. It was that intimate knowledge, that sensory perception that she used in picking her prey. Pan would invert it and draw them in. Though innocent when she would get her way with Trunks; she honed it to perfection. However, doing that in a sexual manner to a Saiyan would be dangerous. Pan had every intention of doing that to Yamucha. Her little get up, the school uniform, would distract him, and then she would turn it on.