Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan She's got a Way ( Chapter 15 )

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

A/N hey just had to set up my new computer and stuff. It’s been a long hard transition. Happy Valentines. Hope trying to get the updates for more tonight!


Everyone was sitting down in the living room of the suite.  Pan, thankfully, knew not to come out of the bathroom naked.  She had gone ahead and dressed in the leggings and large black and white t-shirt.  She wondered if the heels would look too silly.  Normally, she would not have minded how she looked except Bra was there. Pan didn’t want something else to cause more static.  Then again what could be more static then realizing that your niece/best friend was zipping around with her guardian doing Kami knows what.  She laughed; everyone would have an idea of what Pan had been doing with Good Ol’ Terrance.  Perhaps Bra would be contrite that she (Pan) had busted in on her Obedience with Bura class?  On the other hand she might be very pissed.  Either way the veil had been lifted, so there would be no getting out of explanations.  The ‘Big Why’ was going to be fun to hear.

Trunks were apprehensive.  He wasn’t afraid of the situation.  He was feeling nervous about Pan.  He couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies; he would have to get control.  He averted his eyes not to come in contact with Pan’s.  Trunks couldn’t believe how quickly he was falling under a spell.  It must have been the traces of blood.  There could be no other explanation.  Trunks had made an error, they would have to fully realize the bond or he would continue to feel as useless as a puppet.  He had to be in charge of his life and hers.  
I’m in charge. I am in charge. I am in charge. I Am in Charge!  

Trunks kept thinking this.  He had to bolster his courage.  This had slowly crept up on him and it scared him.  

Pan looked at everyone.  Goten had on a cute grin.  It warmed her heart to see him looking like her Goten.  Bra, was giving Pan a once over, not surprisingly, but she had control over her features.  Trunks however, was staring off up into space.  He was making all sorts of faces as though he had swallowed a beetle and it was making him sick.  
She decided to play hostess; it was her room; “Trunks did you make call for lunch for everyone?” she asked sweetly.
Trunks jumped out of his mantra, “Yes sweetie, Pan, uh. Yes, I ordered for all of us. I thought it would be nice to eat here and talk.” Then he smiled.
Pan frowned at his fast paced little speech.  He couldn’t be nervous? This was Trunks. She thought.

Goten looked over to Trunks and saw that he was not looking directly at Pan.  He squinted his eyes to see if something was wrong with him.   Then he laughed.
All eyes turned to him, and he just waved off, “Come on you guys. So what’s new Pan?”

Pan sat down next to Trunks, hoping that whatever his problem was, at least she would be at his side.  Trunks didn’t look like he was going to say much and Bra was still observing quietly.
“What’s to tell?  I guess it was just my time to grow up and learn some family secrets.”

Goten looked sharply, “Everything?” he addressed this question to Trunks.  

Trunks looked at Pan who asked, “Is there more?”
He swallowed, but Pan did ask him; “Yeah, but no, not everyone’s secretes. I guess just some of mine.  It seems Pan and I are more alike then anyone thought.”

That was what made Bra finally give up.  She laughed.  Goten too hadn’t needed much more encouragement.  Everyone but Pan had known that Trunks had struggled with his feelings for Pan.  But Pan had been with Terrance last night.  Therefore, it seemed that Pan had a bit of a kink side.  That would have put Trunks in a very unique position.
“Oh Please tell, I am sure you had to wonder why Trunks here seemed so metro? Tell me Pan was this change for him?” Bra asked wondering about Pans sudden decision to be more glamorous.  

Pan had a clue to Bra’s statement.  However, it might not be too wise to tell her everything.  Obviously, Pans darkest secret was still unknown to her and Goten; her initial worries gone.  Bra and Goten would just have to be satisfied with knowing that Trunks and her were, were, she couldn’t just say fucking around. “I didn’t do anything for him, it was for me, then Trunks and I well…” she stopped mid sentence and looked at Trunks.  He was always on point for answers.  She wanted to corner an answer out of him.  He had skirted the issue last night “what are we doing Trunks? I mean besides fucking and all?” she asked bluntly.

Trunks looked down at Pan.  He couldn’t skirt a direct question from her.  She was holding all the cards.  He desperately wanted to be in charge and clearly was not.  Trunks cleared his throat and had one course that would belie his nerves. “Pan you are so adorable.” Then he reached for her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it. “Pan and I were going to tell everyone later but…’
Goten chose to blurt it out, “Your bonding. I could see it man, I saw something different in your eyes. Oh man. Bra baby, you’re right they are in love.”

Trunks could not look at her.  Her eyes were round in wonder.  Was Trunks trying to get out of this?  Trunks had just opened the door to something that was not easily undone.  He hadn’t explained it yet. Goten had blurted it out.
“Trunks, Baby?” she asked of him.
She tried to ignore the ahs and ohs from the other two.

Trunks knew if he gave her the answer, he would uphold it. He looked at Pan directly and spoke aloud for everyone; begging with his eyes that she would say yes. “We haven’t talked so formally with each other, but Pan knows how much I love her.  We just have moved beyond our friendship.  We are still getting use to the idea.  Funny we have a lot more to learn about each other!” then he gave her that smile.  The one she would keep with her in the darkest paths she ever walked.  

“Ok, Kami, I was going to suggest we go shopping since we are all here. But I guess that you guys want to be alone.” Bra sounded disappointed, but happy too. It was not everyday that; actually Trunks had never uttered sentimental words like to her or anyone that she knew of; and knew a lot about Trunks, and his life.

“No, I think shopping sounds like great fun.  I think I am enjoying myself for the first time.” this coming from Pan.

“Ah, ok. Wow, didn’t see that.  I tell you guys what, the skies the limit. I am feeling a bit better than I had in a long time.  And Pan, thank you.” Trunks replied to everyone

“Thank you? Thank me for what?” she asked wondering why he said that.
The door knocked, lunch had arrived. Goten hurriedly went to open the door.  The mass amount of food was carted in.  During the noise of the waiters, Trunks bent to whisper in her ear, “Thank you for not contradicting me.”
This was an opportunity for her, she didn’t want his words to be lies, and “I’ve always had your back.”

“No, I know that.  We haven’t had the time to talk about us, it, we need to talk later. Thank you for wanting to go shopping, are you up for that?” he wanted to be sure she was fine with it.
“I am. I really am.” She whispered back
“Then thank you,”
“Why?” she asked again
“Because I want to get you something and I would never had thought of it unless you wanted to go shopping.” He smiled again.  If she didn’t know better he was actually being more than a boyfriend.  Trunks was acting more like…
“Lets eat!” Goten yelled.



They were quite a spectacle, the four Saiyans strolling along the shops in Roppongi Hills.  The Briefs were world renown.  However, Hercules Satan was just as famous.  Goten was perhaps as known due to his relation to all of them.  Outside of  the Martial arts tournaments the four had never been seen out this publicly unless at a Capsule Corporation event.  People were looking and snapping pictures on their phones.  Trunks had Pan’s hand firmly in a grasp and that assured them even more speculation.  For Pan it was a new sensation.  She wanted to spend this day as a day for herself.  She didn’t want to feel hate, she didn’t want to feel sad.  Trunks had given her a pause.  Only yesterday, she still wanted to hunt.  Even this morning she felt the rippling of her hunger, it worried her that she would have to go off and find and unsuspecting victim.  It wouldn’t have mattered if they were deserving or not.  Thinking about it made her feel confused, how was it possible to feel happiness and hunger at the same time? Shouldn’t there be some remorse or catch; it made her think about how much of an animal she was.  For a second it scared her; the depression set in as she contemplated taking someone’s energy that was not a ‘bad’ person.  She didn’t want to spoil the fun; she concentrated for a moment to clear her mind.  Bra wanted to go into another novelty shop.  Trunks didn’t lie he was letting Bra buy whatever she wanted; which so far had included what she thought would look adorable on Pan.  Goten was only happy to capsulate all the purchases; leaving Bra free to move around and do her thing.  Pan had to admire her carefree spirit.  
The looks Trunks kept giving Pan gave her another epiphany.  As her mind wondered he tended to hold her hand tighter, brush a kiss at her ear.  Each touch went straight to her heart; taking away each bad thought like some tonic.  

Trunks did not know how to explain to Pan that he knew the thoughts she was having.  He didn’t know how bad it had been for her.  She had planned to spend today alone and most likely crying her eyes out.  She had promised herself a moment to grieve and to think about what she was going to do to the Yakuza.  It was curious how he would have handled the situation if he had had more things to contemplate then just fucking whatever moved near him.  It worried him that she still craved power, and Trunks didn’t know if that was another aspect that was similar to his father’s need.  Pan taking Ki his way was a sexual thing. Doing it her way or doing whatever it was she was doing gave her energy.  It was raw and pure.  He wished that he had known that before hand; maybe he wouldn’t have taken Pan.  Though he was not regretting it; he had in fact, initiated this; though not the flowers and candy type of romance.  It was, for him, what he had craved, and envied.  It pleased him to know that she had taken to him when she was so young, she understood him.  Most especially now, Pan hadn’t judge him. It was more than that though; as if her understanding hadn’t come from seeing this side of him, she had the apathy to get it; for she was living through it now. They both just got it.  Trunks only wished that he could abate the other hunger she craved; he couldn’t find the root cause if there was one; that was only thing he felt responsible for.  If there was one thing he would do was be her guardian over her path to power.  Everything else, he was to her as she was to him; mate.  

Trunks watched as his sister tried to encourage Pan to drape a scarf around her neck.  He agreed with Bra how it framed her face.  Her body had developed nicely, though he was looking at her wondering where this graceful creature had come from.  He would miss the rough and tumble way she used to be, though her poise seem to have come from the way she used martial arts.  She walked stealthily, used precise motions and never wasted energy.  

“Trunks, I am going to try on this dress.” Pan spoke to him.  He looked back down to see that Bra and Goten were not with them at the moment.  He had been daydreaming.
Pan looked quizzically at him, but before she queried he asked, “where is the dressing room?”   
Pan pointed over to the right of her shoulder, and Trunks took in the area.  They were private individual stalls.  He grasped Pan by her elbow and escorted gently to the booths.  He made small talk, “Goten had gotten back his appetite.”
Pan laughed, “I don’t think he ever lost that, but he does seem to enjoy eating sweets.”
“I blanked out there before they left, I am sorry for being off today.”
“No worries, Trunks, we can talk later.”
“You have changed, not a lot.  But you use to have no patience.”
They stood outside the changing room door, and Pan gave him a smirk, “I still have no patience, but I don’t intend to discuss my relationships in front of others.”
He smiled that smile; she knew he appreciated the sentiment. They both had many secrets, what was between them was between them.  It made it more intimate, and hallowed.

Pan kissed his cheek and tried to open the door. Trunks was right on her heels, and she realized he was going into the booth with her.  Though Bra would do the same thing, she didn’t think Trunks cared if she really would try on the garment.
She hung up the dress and turned around to tell him her joke about his ‘girly’ actions; Pan was enveloped in a passionate kiss.

Trunks made no heed about unbuttoning his jeans, and dropping them and his briefs to his ankles.  Pan’s leggings were just too easy to slide down.  Out of all the things he could say he loved about her, her eagerness and silence right now was more than he could hope for.  HE picked her up easily and guiding his hard cock inside her. Pan hooked her heels around him and he stood there a moment deep inside of her standing still. Then the overwhelming urge shook through him and spoke through his teeth, “keep up with me sweetie.”  
Trunks grabbed her waist pressing his strong hands into her hips, pistoning Pan up and down on his throbbing manhood.  Pan did have her hands on his shoulders and let her head fall back as he moved them. She wouldn’t utter a sound she promised.  The sweet torture of him taking her in this way set her on a high she had yet experienced.  

Though she felt the swell of her orgasm, it was small and satisfying.  What gave her more satisfaction was Trunks released into her, and had held her like she was going to slip form his grasp.  His head buried into her bosoms, and there arms tightly around each other, she could feel his shudder.  She hadn’t gone to where he must have gone, but she understood that Trunks must have needed this release for more than sex.  She couldn’t explain why she knew that.  Trunks set Pan back down and kissed her gently on the lips.  Slowly he pulled up his jeans and fixed his clothes.  Pan too took a moment, wondering if she was going to try on the dress that Bra had asked her to look at.  The quietness was deafening the sounds of the store broke into her head, and she didn’t fell like trying on the dress. She just wanted to grab Trunks hand and go find their family.  

Pan went to get the dress and leave the booth, when Trunks took it from her.
“No, don’t worry, is it your size?”
“Yes,” he told him.
“Fine let’s just buy it, and keep shopping.”

The looks from the other shoppers was priceless.
Trunks made his way to the counter and bought the dress.  After the purchase he held his hand out to Pan, and she clasped hers around his.  Trunks looked down to see how he liked seeing her hand there.  As they walked away, his mind wondered as he thought of buying her something like a bracelet to graced her wrist, when Pan spoke up, “that was a great fuck, mmm the silence nearly had me though, I wanted to scream and cum.”

He laughed. Kami, she had picked up some vulgar language.  This was Pan.
“we weren’t that quiet.” He reminded her.
She didn’t reply, but nodded her head.  Trunks spotted Goten and his sister and pulled Pan along.  They both tried not to laugh.
They reached Goten who once again looked at Trunks in a different way but said, “you guys are worse than Vegeta and Ms. Bulma.”
Pan didn’t realize that Trunks was one to blush, but the pink cheeks had her mind in a whirlwind.  She laughed aloud and hard.  Life right then was perfect.



The security cameras were everywhere.  The foursome was on surveillance and personal cameras.  Pan’s face was well documented.  As was Trunks.
Kenichi Shinoda, the highest ranking Yakuza caught a glimpse of the girl from one of his many cover houses.  However, this was the one who had caused uproar in his family.  Pan Son was responsible for the breakup of his grandson’s forthcoming marriage.    Kenichi looked at the pictures trying to see how this unassuming girl could cause his grandson to break it off with his fiancé.  She must have done something to him, for Kato would never dishonor his family.    Pan son had tempted Kato somehow and manipulated him in to believing that his best friend Nori and he were in love.  She would pay. NO one fucked with the Yakuza kumicho.