Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Tokyo Night and Day ( Chapter 12 )

The Things We Do

Saiyan Tokyo Night and Day

Trunks let the drive wash over him, as he thought about where he and Pan were heading; Roppongi Hills Club. Trunks had two memberships to the exclusive club. One was as an individual, the other, a corporate one under his true identity as Trunks Briefs. However, as the playboy executive, Trunks Briefs was securitized in the public eye. Therefore, he invented Terence Vale. Terence was Japanese English, wealthy, and had a wide appetite. The only reason he created this pseudonym was to prevent any connection to those appetites and his family's name. “I change my hair color, because my lavender hair is just too recognizable. The first time my mother saw the color she almost fainted.” Trunks explained To Pan

Pan had wondered when he would explain the hair dye. She couldn't believe how more Saiyan he looked to her. Trunks coloring had always been an enigma among the Saiyans. Terry, she had decided to call him, looked like a taller version of his father. “How long does the color stay?” asked Pan wondering how dyes work on Saiyan hair, knowing that Saiyans hair had a mind of its own.

“It fades, quickly. However, if I go super it completely changes back to its natural color when I power down.” He explained.

This bit of information had Pan thinking of those implications. Terry could easily become Trunks Briefs, and vice versa. “How long have you been playing Terrance Vale?” she asked, her interest piqued.

“When my mother had Vegeta come find me in Bangkok, the summer before we went into space. I was making a real reputation for myself; we trained; he pushed me so hard. Mostly we talked. I understood what I was doing; working against my nature. I developed this alter ego to feed my need, while maintaining myself. I have to tell you though Trunks Briefs has broken many a hearts.” He smiled trying to make light of it all.

“I don't know Terry,” Pan began to try out his nickname she decided upon, “I wonder if having two separate identities is that healthy. I just want to be me, whatever that is. I hated when all of you were infected with Bebi,” Pan reminded him solemnly.

Trunks panicked for a second, he hated to have Pan go through the anxiety that she had to face alone, and his father warned him to make sure she had something to love. He tried to make light of the conversation, “Terry?” He asked.

She smiled, “Yeah, Terrance is such a mouth full; I'd rather have something else in my mouth.” She laughed.

`Geez Pan, you're just full of surprises. What something else did you have in mind?” he smirked.

“Food, I am fucking starving.” She explained, though she smiled not touching on the double entendre.

He laughed, “Don't worry sweet-heart; I will feed your Saiyan tummy first.” They laughed together understanding all the meanings.

After a moment Pan asked, “Is it weird to talking to me this differently?”

Trunks was quick to respond, as though he had been contemplating this, “Not really, it feels like a natural extension of us. I mean it's like you grew up so fast and all of a sudden. Bra and I went through a similar situation, when her and Goten got together, it was like bam, I had a different sister; someone who was closer to my age. I didn't know where my kid sister went. With you, damn Pan we have gone through so much, I was just pretending that we would just be like we always were. I had you perpetually at 16; I was not thinking about you growing up. Saiyan maturation is a heady thing. Crap I didn't want to acknowledge that my best buddy had grown these awesome breasts, I wanted to …. Well Goten never grew tits…” he laughed it off, tying to make light of it. Trunks had equated Pan and Goten, just that she was a female.

They both cracked up. Goten with a pair of breast was a funny thought.

“No, only you looked good dressed as a woman, or as Terry.” Pan threw it out between laughter.

“Terry, I like it, though I don't think I like you having to call me that. But for the purpose and my intentions tonight I have to live with it.”

“I don't get it.” She said.

“I like you calling me Trunks or baby.” He told her somberly.

“Baby, not Bebi. I like Trunks, so what now Trunks? Are we like dating? I don't know what you want,” she asked.

“Uh, well, look first things first. I have a duty to...” he began

“Duty, this is your fucking duty…”Pan began to yell and power up.

“Wait, fuck, wait let me finish okay? Damn it your temper sure has not changed as much as everything else.”

“Damn right it hasn't. No one is fucking with me unless I want it,” she grumbled.

“Let me finish,” he asked softly trying to get the tempers under check.

“My duty as your guardian was to be there for you. My dad, and yours and Goku for that matter all agreed that I was their substitute. With that, someone had to help you with all of this. I only know what helped me. So since you and I are so close; if I showed you how I coped, that it might help. I wasn't trying to; I am trying to be here. And I didn't expect, well I've some reservations. My little friend has grown up and I was uncomfortable to see you as a woman. It's been a battle, which my father has known about. I am confounded by being your friend, and being attracted to you; we are many years apart. Everyone knew this how I was struggling, everyone but you.”

“I don't understand,” she said truthfully.

“I didn't know what you have been battling, no one told me, and apparently my dad was the only one besides your mother that had a clue that you have developed a hunger. I thought I was just becoming attracted to my bestie, and her fucking hot ass body. I tried to keep in check, I stopped going out, and I stopped hunting or playing. Then everything happened. The earth quake, the deaths, the fucking dragon… I, I don't know” he rambled out his confusion.

“Oh” she whispered trying to take all that in.

“They put the guardian duty on me, because I guess if something happened, I was the only one who could do something about it. They hadn't even told my mother. Maybe they were hoping that you wouldn't develop an appetite. I don't know. But I do know that your father had given me his blessings, they just didn't want you to hate.” He commented explaining the last conversation that he had had with his father.

“They didn't want me to start killing like Vegeta. My dad didn't know about my, what, I am craving. He didn't know my mom was handing over the Yakuza to me. Trunks, maybe I am worse than you know? I mean I wanted the blood just as much as the power, now and about the sex…” she gave voice to her thoughts but couldn't finish.

Trunks looked carefully up ahead; they were approaching the large hotel where he wanted to take Pan to dine. He would only have a second to talk openly about this one thing, “I want to explore your sexual need with me, with me here too, the power, I have to help you channel that without killing innocents. I have a theory about the blood, but then that goes back to the sexual thing. But everything your feeling or needing are separate drives. The need for power, and then need for pleasure, and I think the other need is one to mate. I am seriously thinking that my father could have used a huge dose of female education instead of the idiot Nappa. I am only speculating here.” He explained.

“Ugh, well just for information, I don't want to have fun at the strip club; I am only there to eliminate the Yakuza element. I liked what I was doing to those men tonight; I don't want them as fan boys. I have to separate that from what you have in store here.” She quickly got out.

“And here we are, take care of her gentleman.” Terry replied giving Pan's last statement some thought. The two valets opened up the doors, and Pan stepped out. Trunks grabbed his jacket.

They walked up to a large lobby, and Trunks signed at the reception desk. Pan was assuming that this was a hotel, which it was, but Terrence was member and she his guest. That was what she thought until they asked for her identification. Trunks looked at her expectantly; she wondered if he had forgotten to tell her something.

Pan extracted her ID and handed it over to the woman. She scanned it into her computer and then blushed, “Oh Miss Son, so wonderful to have you as a guest. I am so sorry about your mother. How is your grandfather?” the receptionist asked in a rush.

Pan did not want to say too much, but replied, “My grandfather he is fine.”

“Oh, we love when Mr. Satan stays with us, we have missed him though.”

“Oh, yes I will have to let him know that he is missed.” Pan looked over at “Terry' to give him a look, he only shrugged. But she could see his lip twitching into a smirk.

“Do you wish to stay in his suite? We have it open.” The girl asked.

Pan looked over to Trunks, “I don't know, Terry? Do we want to stay in my grandfather's suite?” she asked between her teeth.

Terrance gently grasped the receptions hand and sent a strong amount of his Ki; inverted, but said, “Miss Son would love to stay in her grandfather's suite; I however, will use mine.”

“Oh, yes, yes I understand Mr. Vale. Well I hope you and Miss Son will have a wonderful time.” She smiled sexily at Terry.

Pan was shocked to see him wink at her. He does tend to start early she assumed.

“Do you wish to go to your room now?” she asked as an afterthought.

“No, thank you, I will happily show Miss Son to hers, we are hoping to take in a late dinner.”

“Good evening then.”

Miss Tonkin the receptionist handed two separate keys to Trunks and Pan.

Trunks reached out and grabbed Pans hand and started walking, herding her to food she hoped. “Trunks what was that about?”

He didn't say anything at first, but he was glad that Pan had such a well known family in her own right. “I believe that Mr. Satan has you listed as an extended family member here. I wasn't expecting that, but it saves me some trouble. It is well that we have two separate suites. One for Terry and you and one for you and well….” He only smiled.

“Hey, I know what you're getting at!” she exclaimed quietly.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, because I know for a fact that Miss Son happens to have very extensive connections. Though I don't have a secret identity, I happen to be great friends with a certain lavender haired personality.” She smiled knowingly.

“I am very happy to see that you indeed are quick. Vegeta always bragged what a great student you were.” He smiled

“As if you didn't know.” She told him beginning to smolder.

Trunks stooped short and pushed Pan up against a wall break along the shops that lined the lobby area. He tipped her chin up to his face and gave her a look, “I know how witty you are and how smart your mouth is, and I just hadn't realized that you have become somewhat of a manipulative wench. You are growing up fast my sweetie, and I don't know, your too damn smart, and quick. I might lose myself in you.” Trunks then gave her a fast kiss.

Sure she thought, I am so quick, I don't know what the hell I'm doing her with you yet.

Trunks took her hand again and led them to an elevator; inside the numbers had descriptions of floors. Trunks pushed 14, and the elevator began a fast ascent to its destination.

They stepped off and he escorted her to an ante room. He inquired if there was any openings in the Cocktail room. Pan was about to argue that she wanted to eat, when that receptionist handed Trunks two cards and a pen. She led them to a quiet lounge area, which was empty, “would you like a drink before dinner?” she asked demurely.

“Two bottles of Kirin.” Trunks replied without looking up.

“Trunks I don't need a drink I need food,” she whispered angrily.

“Pan, relax, we are going to eat in just a few, and we are here to eat. Just read your menu and make some selections.” He handed her the card and a pen.

Pan reached for the items and then began to read it.

ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFETT

watch and eat

eat, dance, watch, and play

dinner only

WATCH

couple

single

group

Play

couple

single

group

“What the fuck is this?” she exclaimed confused.

“I said relax, do you want to dance?” he asked her.

“Maybe later, I'm hungry.' She said again

“I know, but I would love to go dancing, and I want to play too, so circle

Two and then circle both ones for couple. We will go eat and we will have a private booth to talk some more. Okay?” he asked.

`Okay, as long as I eat.” She whined

Trunks was only smiling, when the receptionist returned. She happily took their cards and led them to a dinning area. And let them with a waiter. They were escorted to an alcove dining table. It was booth but with high back seats, they were like they were enclosed in a private dining cave. Trunks did not sit, but took Pan's hand and led her to a buffet. At this point she needed no prodding. Pan knew how to get her own food.

She happily choose every type of pasta. She didn't see too many other diners so she assumed that no one would mind if she had such large portions. Satisfied for her first helping she made her way back to there table. Before she started to eat Trunks explained, “Take your time, we are actually good on time. Don't worry eat your fill.”

“What is this place by the way?” she asked wondering about the set up.

“This club is members only. It caters anything and everything you can imagine. But it is just a stop along the nightlife of Tokyo. You do know about Tokyo nightlife in Roppongi?” he asked amused.

“Oh, I mean I know about it, it's just that this place is not like any place I have ever seen or heard of, this is all kind of weird.” She explained

“When I come here for business, it caters to all the needs for business meetings and any other proclivity, which may be an advantage to get my way or appease a difficult client. We don't always conduct our business deals at Capsule Corporation. Some business executives like coming to Japan and want to live it up in Tokyo. This place is the most exclusive and expensive members club in Japan. This is where they come to be spoiled and yet live a deviant life for a while. You can't imagine what you find inside this place and you would be even more shocked what you find out on the strip that runs adjacent here. It's just sleazy enough to make a Buddhist hot and bothered, and not with anger.” Trunks spoke as she ate.

“And they miss my grandfather?” she asked slightly amused.

“It's Tokyo; you can be treated like a king here. There is no surprise. His celebrity would be a big drawl to many aspects. Though her at the Hills, they have many high profile celebrity personalities. Now at the Hyatt, there is a difference. As you go east of this club, you head into other venues which aren't so nice. The richer you are the more dangerous it becomes.” He explained

“It's a good thing we aren't worried about danger.” She bantered.

“Yes, but keep your drinks safe. Even Saiyans can be drugged. Never order or drink anything that isn't bottled or served directly from the bar. Never take a drink from anyone who is not an employee here.” He warned.

“Kirin has an aluminum cover for us to remove, a sort of tamper resistant?” She asked.

“Yeah, but she would not have given us a laced drink, but it pays to be safe. But enough with that, I have something else to discuss, do you want to go get more to eat?”

“Yeah, I'll be right back.” Pan replied.

Pan went back to get some vegetables and meat. She really liked the selections and it was good. However, she was too nervous to eat like a Saiyan. She wanted to be up for what ever he was hiding. Trunks was hiding something big, she knew it.

Pan sat back down, and began to eat again. Trunks seemed to relax some, he did check his watch, and this did not go unnoticed by Pan. “What are we good for on time?” she asked.

“Yeah, about that; so the cards we filled out, this restaurant is one of those proclivities I was talking about. It's not called the Cocktail Room for its bar. So we circled dinner, dance, watch and play for couples. So eat, we get to go dancing and then we get to play. See Pan, others are going to be eating, and or watching and playing, and when I say play….” Trunks shrugged his shoulders.

`Is this a Kissa Couples place? A Swingers lounge?”Pan asked incredulously.

“It's an exclusive club, so it's not like those crazy spots, it's where the rich can hunt, or play. We are just going to play some Pan. No hunting, no blood. You can take some Ki and push it on them. But mostly, I want you to let yourself go. I am here with you, so whatever you have been curious about I want you to explore, and I want to do this with you. I want to feel what you feel; I want to, I'll show you. Finish eating and then we're going dancing, that is where we get to see whose here and who likes us, or who you like.”

“Holy fuck, these places exists, huh? Wow. I thought I have been getting an education at the strip club. This sounds crazy but its getting me hot.” She smiled in total wonderment.

“You're not hot yet, just wait, cause sweetie I want you dripping and hot.”

After Pan finished eating, they left the dining area. She could hear the muffled sound of music as they approached the night club, she assumed. She really wanted to dance with Trunk… Terry. Pan began to smile a Cheshire smile. One of her childhood dreams was to dance with her prince, Trunks Briefs. However, she was getting excited to find out about this, `Terry Vale.'

They approached another girl, a hostess, and she too smiled a friendly smile. However, she handed each of them an ipad. Pan was surprised to see her ID picture and her name S. Pan.

Below her picture was Terry's. That of course made her laugh inside. His name was written in English, Terry V. She laughed because it reminded her of some character straight out of an American movie. She pictured him as some kid from Brooklyn named Terry V.; Yo, I am Terry V. Pan began to imagine him badly acting, sometimes she would let her imagination run amuck. It must be his hair.

Trunks made a grunting sound and brought Pan out of her musings. She of course looked back at the tablet to read the information. Under each picture were `like' buttons. She figured it must mean you could choose what you wanted to do.

Just meet

Watch

Dance

Play

Trunks' Terry was getting many interests. He was probably not a stranger to those that were looking at his picture.

Pan looked down at hers, she cringed because her picture was taken a year ago when she was sixteen. She looked very young, and not like she was looking now. However, she was surprised to see how many likes she was receiving as well. Most wanted to meet her and watch. She wasn't sure what `watch' meant, but it was funny anyhow.

It was like she was at a ball, having her dance card fill up. But she cringed with the many jumps in the tally. She was mostly getting interest by couple and women.

“Trunks, what the hell, this is crazy, it's like I am a piece of meat.” She exclaimed.

Trunks smirked, “Now that is rich coming form someone who dances and strips for a living.”

“Gosh, Trunks that's not my job. That's just what I am doing for; well that's not my real job.” She complained.

“Pan, you dropped out of school…” he began.

Pan corrected him, “No, I didn't drop out, I tested out. I needed to be finished..”

“So stripping is what, your summer job… Anyway Pan your working in a place like, acting like a piece of meat. If I didn't know you better I would think you are being a hypocrite.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” She asked.

“No, well no.” he sighed. “ This is a mutual meeting ground, you could still hunt here, or be the hunted. To people like us it the lure. I don't want to kid myself this is not a place to hunt like I said it's a mutual meeting a consensual middle ground. I , we, could hunt here that is your decision; but I don't. I come here to feed my sexual tensions. That's the difference. I have separated my desires. I have done so because I haven't found someone that could give me what I need…” Trunks explained his problem to her.

Pan felt a little upset. Not that Trunks was being open and honest, but that he had reprimanded her like a parent would . In his own way, but that made her feel empty again. Why hadn't he found that someone if not her? Then she remembered that he never answered her in the car; `are we like dating or something.' She felt confused too. However, Trunks always would use real examples to her when they use to train. He never supposed any scenarios because Pan would fight with him on it. Even though Pan understood this she was still bothered. Holding back to Trunks though never made her feel better. She was going to give him her mind but she had to hold her tone. “ You said you don't pay for sex. How does that make sense- this place is exuberant- if that's not paying…” she seethed.

His smile touched his eyes, then he explained calmly, “I pay for the membership, I pay for the luxury, and I pay for my guest I invite or friends that I entertain. I pay for the privacy and all the entities this club offers on paper and off. However, everyone pays here too. Not everything here is about sex that is just one of many pleasures this club offers. These people are not here working, Pan. They are here to enjoy what they want with someone who wants that same thing, like I said, it's not called the Cocktail room because of its liquor.”

“Then why did you want me about my drinks and such…” she tried to argue her point again.

“Because, the further you travel from this place, the tides shift, amenities lower, the guests become clients and the client pays for flesh. The Hills is just the best place to stay. ”

“Oh.” She murmured.

“Quite” he responded dryly.

“I am not working at the club for sex, you know that. I am not working there just for money- you should know that.”

“I am wondering if you know why. You don't have to be there to take out the Yakuza, you should know that- Pan. Ask yourself why would you, a Saiyan, need to hunt them in the strip club? That is the beast of the belly of the organization. No, you attack the head, you kill the heart.”

Trunks was quiet for a moment. No one had presented her with this thought provoking option. Of course she had come up with her `plan' by herself. She had not been thinking clearly, now she realized. She was just doing what she wanted and what she hungered for. It was just as Trunks had explained- Pan had not separated the drives; she hungered for power, blood, and sex. Pan chastised herself; she knew how to kill an opponent; she knew how to fight as a Saiyan.

Pan's mother used other tactic that she had, that had stayed within certain laws and abilities. Videl had been tossing those undesirables to Pan, just to soothe Pan's own hunger.

Pan was reminiscing when the approaching hostess returned. She asked them if they had made any selections. Trunks took the tablet from Pan replying that they would like others to choose, and they would dance for a while. “We have no particular tastes.”

Miss Bonzai smiled, and it made Pan wondered if the names were real. As she thought of this, Trunks requested a bungalow table.

“This place, what's a bungalow table?” Pan asked

“It's a private lounging area in the disco.” Trunks spoke softly.

“I don't know this seems too much of an effort of code words and secret meanings. What if I wanted a regular table?” She asked peeved at the extensive code here.

“You'll see —I mean you might not care. I wanted a private audience, but I am up for anything.” He smiled.

Miss Bonzai retuned and gave Trunks a card key with a number four on it. Trunks winked at this hostess too. That made Pan roll her eyes, but had no time to ponder his flirting when the doors opened to the disco. They passed a large man acting as bouncer Pan assumed. She could make out the main dancing floor with people dancing. However, Trunks ushered her to a side hallway off the main entrance. She went along, stopping at the door numbered four. Trunks entered the card and unlocked the door. Inside was a table in a corner and chairs. Half the room had semi circle couch. The area was larger then she had expected. Next to the table along the wall were call buttons, one for a waiter, one for a nurse, and another for sundries.

“Why would you want sundries?” she asked perplexed.

Trunks laughed this time, “Sundries don't only sell books and newspapers Pan.”

She shrugged not wanting him to think that she was so unknowledgeable.

Trunks ushered her further in and closed the main door. Across form them was another door. Trunks placed the key card in his pocket and turned toward Pan.

She wanted to dance, and she could hear the loud music. Pan needed top release her pent up energy and all the thought provoking conversations with Trunks. His mood changed with each conversation and she was feeling out of sorts.

Trunks grabbed at her and kissed her. Once again noticing how her Ki shifted when he did this.

Pan wanted to lose herself into his kiss, she wanted to forget for a while and do as he asked and let go.

Finally, he thought. Pan was so unpredictable; he had to chance her mood and her patience one step at a time. He rubbed up her mini dress cupping a cheek. He loved that she was wearing a thong. He squeezed her cheeks and pulled back from the kiss.

Pan was about to protest his departure, but Trunks reached back and took her tongue into his mouth. Then he stepped back releasing her, “Now you look like you are ready to dance.” Trunks pushed her through the door.

The music vibration hit her in the chest; she adjusted her eyes and looked out at the crowd. People were dancing, and kissing on the lighted floor. However seated around them were tables and couches. That's when she noticed people in array of positions and stages of dress. She wasn't shy about performing acts in front of others, but this was like a wild orgy. As soon as Trunks walked out of the room he led her to the floor, they both were in different stages of amusement.

Pan was thinking, so this is how the rich get their thrills.

The music changed songs as on cue, and Trunks pulled her to him to dance. Pan was going to have a childhood dream realized but then heard a voice.

“Terrance!” a shill voiced called out.

He was pretty thought Pan. His friend next to him was a good looking man too.

“Oh, Terrance where have you been?”

Trunks shrugged, and then pulled Pan up close to him gesturing, “I've been busy.” Insinuating that Pan had been the one keeping `Terrance' busy.

“Terrance,” he purred. “Keeping him all to yourself?” he asked of Pan. “You must be amazingly good at something to keep him busy.”

Pan kept her face straight, the first one was giving her an appraising look, and the other was not impressed considering his face.

Pan tried not to be offended, but remembered how most guys straight or gay would normally treat her. That was before she and Bra had made some changes. Pan tried not to feel mad, so she inverted her Ki to prove a point. She stepped up to the first guy and said, “Wouldn't you like to find out.”

He gave her a patented smile full of derision. “Hey sweetie, I really don't swing your way.”

Pan was dismissed that quickly.

Not deterred Pan only increased her Ki and put a hand to his neck. Then she whispered to his ear, “Oh I think I could change your mind.” She pulled out his energy and then shot hers back into him.

Trunks place his hand over Pans; as he noticed the blue flash. Pan had sent a large amount of energy back. Pan let her hand fall down with Trunks. He swayed with music which had started to pick up speed.

“What's you name?” he asked moving closer to Pan.

“Pan.”

“Well Pan, I'm YangSta and this here,” indicating to his left, “is Brian.”

“How are you YangSta?” Pan asked.

“Very hot, I don't know how, but you are quite something Pan.”

YangSta looked at Terrance, “now I see.” YangSta leaned toward Trunks and kissed his cheek and then leaned toward Pan, “I have to entertain tonight, but you are a wonderful little gem.” Then he kissed Pan's cheek too.

YangSta turned and walked off waving his hand to them. Brian chased after like a puppy.

“That was interesting," Pan commented, but turned around toward Trunks and he took her by the waist dancing with her for the first time.

Pan closed her eyes invoking how she had wanted to do this when she was a young girl. In her imaginations they danced a waltz, something corny she had seen on television. This was not a waltz- this music was grinding and freeing. She melded her body up close to his body. She felt his strength his sheer magnetism. Trunks could dance.

Trunks pressed his hand down her chest and pushed her down into a dip, nipping at her neck. Then he drew his hand from her throat in between her breasts, and then pulled her back up to him. Without asking he swung her away from him, spinning her around and then pulling her back. He could dance, but so could she. Pan was only happy that she hadn't stepped on his toe.

They were smiling at each other and laughing, each enjoying how well they danced together, and how normal it felt. She only wished that Trunks was looking less like Terrance.

The music switched again to a slower number, a song form a forgotten time. The floor became more crowded. This must be a favorite. Gazing away from Trunks she noticed the people dancing next to them. Not every couple was hetero, and not every couple looked plain or boring. It was a myriad of people, enjoying one another, the moment. However, a sad thought provoked her mind; even the rich could not be free to be themselves. Everything had a price to be paid.

Trunks, started to lead Pan off the floor back to their room. She sat down inside and Trunks pushed the waiter service button. He ordered them two Voss's and two double Jacks and Coke.

“Are you having a good time?”

“Its interesting, but yeah, it is kind of cool.” She replied.

She was about to ask him a question when a knock beckoned them. Trunks opened the main door to the hallway, and a waiter placed their beverages down. He then handed Trunks another Ipad explaining, “Miss Bonzai wanted you to know about a few requests.” Then he left.

Trunks started to flip through a few screens.

Pan took a sip of her drink; she tasted the liquor, but put it down an opened her water.

“So, it seemed that someone wants to meet you.”

“Okay, so what now?” she asked.

“Actually Pan a lot of someone's one to meet you; you made an impression.” He quirked.

She laughed, “YangSta?” she inquired.

Trunks beam, he wondered if he should explain that or just let the evening play out for them, and let her see for herself. “No, not him. Do you want to see or can I pick?”

Pan would have usually been all over him once the waiter had left. However, she hadn't wanted to seem too eager and spoil the mellow feeling. Trunks wanted to show her `his way' and be a part of this with her. That's when she decided, “You pick. This is your night your world.

He couldn't stop the laugh he felt. He had hoped to have this chance; Pan was behaving quite obedient for the moment, “Careful of the liquor.”

“It's not the alcohol, its just I'm in a good mood.” She stated.

He had no idea how she had become so happy. Not realizing that living out her childhood dream left her with a euphoric feeling. She forgot for a moment her needs that had been consuming her. He had managed to make all the bad things slip from her mind. She didn't want to spoil it.

Trunks made a pick and sent an IM to the person who wanted to meet Pan. It was so fun, like speed dating but without the formalities and inhibitions. After he sent it, he gestured to Pan to sit next to him, “now Panny, I want you to let go—enjoy yourself and don't worry about pushing your Ki into anyone, just push it outwards; okay?”

Pan nodded, her excitement was building. Who or what had Trunks agreed them to? She wondered. “Is this a meet?” she asked.

“Yes, but they want to play too.” He replied, looking for a concern.

He was mesmerized by watching the emotions fly across Pan's face. He was pleased. He was worried about that. The last four months he worried for her sanity, that Pan would close her off, not true now.

A knock at the door alerted them that there guests had arrived. “Relax,” Trunks ordered.

Pan had expected a young playboy type. She wasn't expecting a beautiful middle aged lady. Everything about her; from her tasteful makeup to her expensive Jimmy Choos shouted wealth and confidence. Behind her was a nondescript mild mannered looking man. He quietly stepped into the room and closed the door.

Trunks jumped up and gave her a kiss on both her cheeks and shook the man's hand. It was very obvious to Pan that Trunks, Terry, knew them.

“Vivian, how are you, Henry?” Trunks asked and nodded.

Then the small talk began. Pan started to realize though that not only did they all know each other, but that she knew Trunks not Terry. Sure Terry and Trunks looked alike, but this was more.

“Do you know each other?” Pan asked a loud with a shock on her face.

Vivian's eyes snapped to Trunks asking for permission.

Trunks replied, “Vivian this is Pan Son.”

Vivian turned to Pan as though realization had settled and made a world of difference.

“Ah, so trunks you dirty boy. You really are naughty.” Then Vivian gave Pan her full attention, “Pan Trunks and I go way back. I guess you could say that I have known Trunks even before he was born. I had to be twelve then. I am Vivian Hightower.”

Pan's mouth formed an O. Vivian Hightower was the daughter of the highest profile investor of Capsule Corporation; as in Dr. Briefs Cap Corp, the first company based on his invention. However, they were also the largest sponsors outside of CC that invested in her grandfather's Satan Enterprises. The most important factor was that they were extremely familiar with the Sayians.

Trunks needed to smooth things over with Pan. It was fortuitous that Viv was here on this particular occasion. He snuggled up to Pan's back and began to talk to everyone, but mostly to Pan.

“It was Viv who helped. In my wilder day, Vivian use to invite me to her house parties.” Trunks began.

Vivian filled in some of the story, “And yes, you disposed of a few unsavory elements too, Trunks had quite the appetite back then; shredding those poor souls. He was a very amorous person, shredding people's dignities and fortunes. But I digress.” She smiled patting Pans' thigh.

Trunks had an amused hitch to his voice, “Viv was put out by my behavior. I think it was only because some of her friends had really lost their fortunes to me. They were unable to keep up with Vivian's life style; our lifestyle here.”

“It wouldn't do dear Trunks. We mustn't ruin all of our toys. You were really spoiling the party. Everyone was either afraid or excited about him. That's what I told your mother.” she nodded to Trunks.

`I remember it was quite scandalous; she thought of a better way to channel my free time and use my charm in the business world.” Trunks added

At this point Henry spoke up. “Business yes- it was like turning a shark out into the guppy pool. It didn't change his desires Pan; it just gave him a larger feeding ground.”

“Anyway," Trunks continued, “My father stepped in and he busted my ass. I began to train and focus on what was happening.”

“I came up with the alter ego you see now. Trunks had become mature and normal as he could be. But Terrance could be bad boy, though both would sometime attend my functions. I see though you have outgrown some of your miscreant ways.” Replied Vivian.

“Mostly, but I still have my drive in business, in life I have a better idea of what I really want.” He confessed. He smiled then not explaining what he wanted.

Pan tried to wrap her head around the life that Trunks had lived. Even while being her friend, her baby sitter. “That's crazy. “She said, “All that time you were just Trunks to me.”

“Ah, Pan that was perhaps the most dangerous thing about Trunks here. He is sweet, considerate, and very generous. That is who he is, and of course I remember him being proud of you. You meant a lot to him.”

“Really you know about him and me?” Pan asked incredulously.

“Of course, when Trunks was at his worse, his biggest fears he confessed was losing your and what's his name” she paused, `yes Goten's friendship.”

“Wow, I, that is crazy I had no idea.” Pan sighed.

“No, you were so young Pan. Then after I got things under some control you snuck into the ship. What should have been Goten and me, the trip tuned into something more-“

Pan interrupted Trunks, “I remember that.” she confessed.

“Remember?” Trunks questioned.

“I remember something you told me one night. You were telling me how glad you were that I was there. That you had regained some control over your screwed up life. That worrying about me really put your life into perspective or something like that…” Pan recalled.

“I thought you had been asleep. I confessed many things to you when you were sleeping.” He acknowledges.

“I loved your stories, but I never let you know I heard that.” Pan stammered, “Trunks?” she began to question.

“Pan, don't worry, we can talk later.” He assured her, they would have a talk.

Trunks then turned back to Viv, “So what's your pleasure?” he asked of Vivian, giving her the floor.

Pan started to notice the change in the room. The conversation had dampened the excitement, and brought another feeling. However, Trunks was fast to get back to the situation at hand.

Vivian smiled a knowing smile to Trunks. He leaned up close to Pans ear, “Panny here is really an innocent, she wants to learn how to play, but has no idea how we play.” Terry sing- song.

Trunks would have never spoken this way.

This was code for something. Pan surmised she was about to find out all about Terrance, but this baby talk was a bit silly.

Terry continued, “I want Panny to have a good time, and I chose you for her.”

She felt like a child being spoken about by the adults. She tried to not get wierded out here.

“Any no-no spots?” Viv asked Trunks.

“Yeah” Pan piped up- peeved at the conversation.

“Terrance, I think Pan has a mind of her own.” Vivian relinquished.

Trunks shrugged, he only wanted to playa and to let Viv know that was still young and mildly innocent- he didn't want any harsh playing.

“What is it Pan?” Viv inquired.

“No ass penetration. I haven't done that and don't intend to at this moment. I`ll tell you what, let me explain about me. I like cock- sucking it. I can't tell you why. I've just discovered sex about 24 hours ago and that's all thanks to Terry Trunks here. I think I really like my pussy licked, so far, that is. And Trunks here loves my breasts, and that turns me on. I've kissed a dozen girls at work and I want to feel…everything.”

Henry had been quiet since his first statement, but he began to laugh.

This earned a bright smile on Vivian's face. Pan refused to look back at Trunks. Two spots of red had risen on his cheeks.

“I see that Pan, you are very refreshing.” Then there was a moment of silence. “As innocent as you may be in some areas, you are tenacious and honest.” Viv looked directly at Trunks and continued, “I assume you have an extraordinary gift to get the room in the right atmosphere?”

Trunks immediately spiked his Ki. Pan relaxed and slowly added her own Ki to the mix. It would help her relax and forget the sobering conversation.

Vivian loved how the thing that Saiyans could do would give the room a warm and tingling feeling, like have a few drinks without becoming drunk.

“I just adore Saiyans.” She replied.

This just made Trunks chuckle. But Pan wondered about which Saiyans Vivian had had the pleasure of meeting this woman.

“Henry why don't you help Trunks.” Vivian commanded. “Pull the dress over her head.”

Trunks touched Pan's neck sending a little more Ki to her. Pan looked back up to him and he bent his head and kissed her lips. Pan mouthed to him, “I'm okay boxer boy.”

Henry assisted Trunks in removing the slinky dress. Then Trunks unclasped Pan's bra. Henry had pulled up a chair next to Trunks and Pan. Pan was straddle d between Trunks Legs on the circular couch. He back up against his chest. She remembered this position in the GR the night before.

Henry timidly pinched one nipple closest to him. Pan moaned slightly.

Trunks took the other breast in hand and did the dame thing to it.

Vivian who was seating near Pan Feet on the couch, unstrapped the heels that Pan had had on. The light touch felt good on her skin. Viv kicked off her shoes, and slid up on the couch toward Pan. Trunks and Henry were both rubbing Pan's breast. Viv started to pull off Pans, little thong panties, when Trunks scooted back away form Pan, making Pan laying back.

Trunks was off to the other side of the couch leaving Pan and Vivian the ones on the couch. He and Henry were now opposites of each other. Pan closed her eyes, and tried to see what each person was doing to her in her mind.

Viv was rubbing her feet and making long stokes up her leg, relaxing Pan. Henry had swirled his tongue over one erect nipple, causing Pan' breath to hitch. Trunks had kissed her neck; she swore she could feel a purr utter from his throat. Viv's hand slid up to Pan's slit; using her thumb, she rubbed Pan's opening. Trunks loved how Pan bucked her hips at Viv's touch. Henry pressed his tongued on Pan's breast then, licked down her stomach. Viv meet him over Pan's navel, and the two kissed.

Viv wasted no time and tasting Pan's opening. Trunks could hear Henry's quiet approval of Viv's actions. His focus was removed from the scene as Pan's cry of joy made him want to grab his cock. Trunks wanted to kiss her, and he did.

Henry found Pan's nub and rubbed it as Viv's mouth worked Pan's opening. She licked up and down, slathering her. Trunks kept Pan still for she had reacted to the feeling. Viv pulled back and fingered her as Henry rubbed her sweet spot.

“Yeah, baby.” Trunks accidentally called Pan; he bit his lip hoping he hadn't ruined this for her.

She opened her eyes and gazed directly at him, he was about to send Ki to her when she mouthed to him, I want to cum. He didn't think his cock cold get any harder.

Viv was good; she fingered Pan and then sucked on her lips. One finger and Pan in frenzy. Henry had joined his lover's mouth and both were taking turns licking Pan's pussy.

Trunks was stroking Pans breast, pinching and tweaking both breasts. And some times would kiss her. But he really wanted to see what Viv and harry were doing. Viv then rammed three fingers into Pan's pussy, making her feel full, and Henry stiffened his tongue back on her clit. She was closer. Trunks wanting Pan to realize a full orgasm took two fingers and sent a Ki burst, into her neck. Pan felt her world spin out of control as she convulsed in an orgasmic explosion, and Viv was there to take on all her juices.

Even though she had come Pan still felt incomplete. She needed more.

Henry and Vivian pulled up from Pan and everyone moved. Henry sat back down on his chair, and was quiet. Pan sat back up, feeling how wet she was, hoping for something more. She didn't have to wait long; Vivian was in control of what action was next.

“Pan, be a dear and relieve poor Henry.”

Pan sat up further and looked over at Henry. Henry gave her a small smile and stood up, Pan very familiar with a certain look, engaged in helping Henry undo his pants. It was quick motions and he was watching as Pan, slid her tongue over his erect cock. This was something Pan loved. The look she received when she took a man's cock in her mouth. Power was hers for that moment. In her head she thought how the urge to steal his blood and Ki was low. Henry didn't touch Pan's head as she took his cock further in her mouth, but he appreciated the feeling. His hands were holding up the tails of his dress shirt.

Trunks had moved from where he had been and kneeled down next to Pan. She didn't want to break her concentration so didn't look to him.

Trunks put a hand on her waist, and rubbed her in a comforting way. Trunks met Pans lips and her downward stroke.

Pan had her hand around the base of Henry's cock, and was stroking it followed by her mouth. When Trunks lips met hers, she opened her eyes to see his tongue lick the side of it. She almost stopped when she felt Trunks hand on the back of her head, gently pushing it down.

She pulled back and Trunks took a turn sucking Henry's cock. For a second Pan was stunned, until she felt Viv's hand touch her hip. Viv was on the other side of Pan now. Viv didn't reach for Henrys cock, but whispered into Pan's ear, “Sweetie, just relax, you said you love sucking cock, I bet you didn't know Terry loves doing that too.”

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