Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Its a Mad World Saiyan ( Chapter 18 )

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

In the clear mountain peak, the sun sparkled over the grass, the first light of the day.  Ji Ru Yeung was walking the path he traveled every morning from the bathhouse to the common area of the Wushu.  A garbling sound surprised him.  Perhaps a hen from the coop had gotten out and was laying her eggs.  Ji Ru, though of this beign so fortunate that he was there to make sure the hen and her eggs would be placed back safely.  The Wushu was no place to have eggs lying around.  It was not yet afternoon, when Kung Fu practice would take place in the area of the Wushu.  However, Ji Ru did not find a mother hen, but a baby boy.  To say he was shocked would be an understantemnet.  There were no villages near the area of the Shaolin Temple.  He looked around trying to see if a stranger had gotten lost, very lost, and had placed the baby on the ground in order to find another human.  Nevertheless, alas there was no one in the area, only the young boy.  Ji Ru was taken back and very concerned and gathered up the young child to beign him to the Master Chi. A long journey and search began for the lost mother of the baby boy.  A Shaolin temple was no place for a young child such as this.  Though the prudence of looking for a mother in the forest that surrounded the temple and the rough terrain; the baby was left in care of Ji Ru Yeung.  Months of searching turned up nothing; the Master Chi proclaimed that since they had not found whom the boy belonged that they had no choice but to watch as guardians over the boy.  They would teach and train the young one under Shaolin ways; in hopes that one day someone would come looking for him.  If no one came, then Monks could take refuge that they were blessed by this chance of benevolence.  The boy was named Asunda Koori.


The Yakuza in the prefecture of West City had an unusual lineage.  Unlike other prefectures in Japan, they had a family line.  Three generations of the Shinoda family have ran or been in an important role of the Yakuza.  The only way that this seemed possible was the mystical qualities that surrounded the ‘good fortune’ of the family.  

Kato Shinoda was in a predicament.  Things were not looking good from where he stood.  Not even having his best friend and now lover Nori, could make this better.  He had hoped that their united front would have made his grandfather less angry.  Kenichi was known to be a progressive man, shit; he made money off being a progressive man.  However, when he (Kato) broke off his engagement to Tori Nakanomi, he thought he was being decent; things were not working out for him today; fear of being beaten made him confess.  The machine that was the Yakuza rolled on and over him.  Blood ties were not always the most important thing in his life because money was the power the ruled the world.  His grandfather was relying on the Nakanomi family.  Kato however, not strong enough to face his grandfather’s anger, blamed the whole thing on the girl.  She had done something to him to make him fall in love with his best friend, Nori.  That was what he told his grandfather.  Unfortunately, his (Kato’s) father’s henchmen had gone to the club they controlled in South city and pulled the security tapes.  If it had not been for the flash of Blue Ki, Kato would be held as a liar among other things, which had caused dishonor.


Asunda Koori was raised in a Shaolin Temple.  He learned the ways of martial art, but happened to be educated by a Master Chi.  His beginnings were not known; the monks raised him and taught him their skills.  He found through great boughs of concentration , his Ki manipulation was extraordinary.  However, he was an artful warder of Ki vampirism.  He enjoyed the pain of making lesser men crumble under him.  A fortunate occurrence happened when he met a young Kenichi Shinoda.  Together they helped rebuild a crumbling Yakuza in the west region of Yakuza power.  He was a counselor and tutor to Kenichi’s young son, Huro.   

Asunda reviewed the security tapes of Kato and Nori’s night out.  He had seen the Flash of blue Ki that a girl used on three men: Kato, Nori and another nameless patron.  He recognized that they were not dealing with a normal girl.  She was a powerful creature.  It did not surprise him that Nori and Kato had fallen under her spell.  


Huro Shinoda is the father of Kato.  The only thing he had done for his father’s (Kenichi) dynasty was to arrange the marriage of his son Kato to Tori Nakanomi.  Tori Nakanomi was the daughter of his best friend, Ko Nakanomi.  That prestigious name might not mean much to the Yakuza low life’s, but he was a direct descendant of leader of Black Dragon Society; the secret Society which uses mythos of Chakra, philosophy, martial arts, and politics.  It is believed that they were the best martial artist; they could proscribe the future and had a hand in most political positions from the begging of the twentieth century.  Their societies have a hand across the globe, and are compared to the Illuminati, The Knights Templar, Free Masons, and Ordo Templi Orientis.

The Black dragon society, during the early half of the age of 760’s, raided many Shaolin Temples.  The Society was disbanded, but reformed a few years later in small numbers.  Asunda Koori not only helped the Yakuza but also helped give the Black Dragon Society a rebirth.  His mystical power of Ki Manipulation sparked the regrowth of the secret society.  After spending years with the Master Chi, Asunda became close to the Nakanomi family too.  Through this friendship, Asunda introduced Huro to Ko, and later to Kenichi.  The marriage of Tori and Kato was to be a marriage of the Black Dragon Society to the Yakuza; uniting a front that would ensnare the future of the world.  
Pan Son, Saiyan changed everyone’s plan.

Kato stood trembling in the outer room of his grandfather’s office.  He could hear his grandfather’s staccato voice rumbling out orders.  The quiet whisper of Asunda Koori was often heard after each rumbling boom.  Kato could only grasp the hand of his best friend Nori.  
Nori was not feeling as hopeless.  It had not taken this girl Pan to cause him to love Kato.  He had, for many years too.  However, the story was told and Pan Son was being blamed.  Asunda Koori was here talking to Kenichi, there as proof to the claim that Pan had done something to the boys to make them ‘feel’ this way.  Kato had done a stupid thing by telling Tori that they were not getting married.  The only saving factor was that the girl Pan had used Ki to influence them.  

Michael Shen was rushed through the outer office looking haggard.  He was being practically dragged in by two sword-donning bodyguards.  The office door opened and then closed.  Kato and Nori only looked at one another.  Relief washed over them; perhaps that person was the reason for his grandfather’s loud booming anger.

“What happened today?  Will Capsule Corporation pay for the stop of the story?” asked Kenichi.
“Iie, no, sir but I only got to talked to Ms. Brief’s.  She was unwilling to accept our offer,” Michael rasped out.  He tried not to show fear, but the swords the bodyguards were wearing made his mouth salivate in anxiety.  “I am sure if I had spoken to the President of Capsule he would have agreed.”

Kenichi looked at the man, wondering how he left such an important message up to him.  He had yet proved himself worthy of the Yakuza, much like his grandson, Kato.

Thoughts of severed fingers made Michael began to sweat.

“Ms. Briefs is Capsule, you fool.”  Asunda Koori answered Michael’s comment.
Michael had a plan, his cousin worked in the labs at Capsule Corporation.  He had been in close working quarters with Ms. Briefs personally.  He would use this card if he must just to save his appendages and gain the trust of Kenichi
He pulled up as much bravado as he could and argued his point, “Ms. Briefs has been temporarily filling in for her son, Trunks.  My cousin works closely with the Dr. Briefs’, Uh Ms. Briefs.  She might be the senior shareholder; however, I am told on confident authority that Trunks makes all decisions, especially monetary.  I think if we leak a partial amount of information on the Son girl, we would hear something back, I could request a comment by Trunks himself on the prospect.  My theory is to track down this Terrance Vale too, to have a balanced and objective perspective to the story.  “

Kenichi looked over this man.  Maybe he did have a point.  However, it was not about the money as much as it was eradication of a problem.  It was too early in the year to involve the Sôkaiya, the day of the Japans annul shareholders meetings.  Kenichi was not interested in ruining Capsule.

Asunda watched as the meeting with Michael Shen unfold; the interesting point he was making was the cousin that was pro Yakuza worked in the company which had been almost impossible to infiltrate.  He would warn Kenichi later of that importance.

Michael was excused to continue his mission.  Kenichi sat there quiet for a moment and contemplated what he was to do next.  As he had for the past, few days wondered how a girl like Pan, Videl Satan’s daughter, could throw herself into one of strip clubs.  Where was her father?  How had she come to have a Ki capable of making people change their thoughts?  Was she just that kind of girl?


Asunda Koori bent down to give his old friend a bit of inquest, “I wonder if her talents are not linked to their fighting skills; Trunks Brief’s, Gohan, Videl, and her Uncle Goten have all been linked to Mr. Satan’s Dojos.  Pan herself is a known fighter.  I wish we could get her here to test her talents; it might prove to be, ah, insightful.”

“Let’s just hope that haven’t linked us to the sensationalism that this bribe might bring, who else would do such a thing?”

“Like you thought earlier, is too early for this to be our kind of blackmail.  Michael Shen is well known as a tabloid, paparazzi slut.  Let us just wait and see how his next move works out for us.  
Kenichi looked at the old wizened man.  How anyone who started life, as a monk, had is so up to date on such things?  Asunda was driven by more than his usual need for others pain.  

In the apartment complex of Himoyna Gardens Michael Shen and his cousin Otoyaru Shen sat by the pool deck.  Michael was dwoining his sake.  Sake, which should be, used inhis celbraion of becoming a member of the Yakuza.  His computer lay discarded on the lounge chair as he commiserated about how fucked his life was.  Otto was not commenting but nodding his head over the predicament.  Though he was sympathetic to his cousin’s plot, he wondered if things would not work out.  It was then, on the deck of the pool house that he heard someone calling his name.  Michael turned around and did not see anyone, “Cousin do you hear someone yelling my name?” he asked of Otto.

“I think it is that lady over by the gate, there’s a lady over there with a camera guy.”  Otto was a very observant fellow; he had not partaken in the sake.

“Oyaho, Michael!”  The young reporter boomed out to get Michael’s attention.
Michael stood up and shielded his eyes to look over at the gate.  Sure enough, there was a young lady with a cameraman.  He sauntered over to where they were.  
“Here he comes, roll the camera.”  The women ordered her cameraperson.

“Mae-ni atta-koto aru?”(Don’t I know you from somewhere?)  Michael asked of her.

“Ohayo, I am Nekisa Bo from JMZ” Nekisa singed songed.
“Ah.”  Michael said understanding a little more now.  JMZ was an internet and local TV  blogger and wanna-be paparazzi.  
“Yeah, so we were hopeing a JMZ to get sneak pitch on your upcoming expose.” She asked.

“Tsk Tsk, How do you know about my expose Miss Bo, I haven’t pitched it yet to TMZ.”  Michael inquired.
Nekisa bent over the three-foot gate to close the distance between her and Michael Shen, “If you want to keep you hand and any other part of your body you will play along Mr. Shen, “She whispered. “  Now,” Nekisa queued her microphone and Spoke to Michael again, “Mr. Shen, I am told you have an upcoming Exposé….””

Michael knew that this was not a regular interview.  How this woman knew of his story was not as important as was the fact threat he knew that she was somehow connected to the Yakuza.  The threat of losing an appendage was a hint enough.
“Well yes, I am waiting for comments from the parties but what I have is some very incriminating gossip about the Briefs, and Dear Videl’s Son daughter Pan Son.”  Then he shrugged his shoulder, “I can’t exactly say, but this will turn the Trunks watch on its ear.”

The cameraperson panned back to give an entire picture.  Michael Shen the upcoming Paparazzi investigator; relaxing by his pool drinking sake.  
Pan went back to the Capsule home.  Perhaps if she locked herself inside the Gravity trainer the hunger would abate.  She had never tried not to feed.  It was there that Trunks found her, running through one of Vegeta’s training programs.  He did not need to read her mind to understand why she was here.  Trunks began to feel the old camaraderie that she and he shared.  Changing his clothes, he grabbed a Gi and stretched out.  It would do them both some good to go through some real training.  
The image played very well on the High definition Television.  Bra was skimming through the nonsensical afternoon shows, when TMZ flashed their name across the screen.  Michael Shen was digging up information about Trunks and Pan.  Bra immediately called her mother, as she pressed the record button on the remote.
Bulma paused when she heard the sound of Bra’s voice.  Something was wrong.  She listened to the explanation.  The Yakuza didn’t wait for morning paper, they went right to the T.V.  Bulma was driving home from Capsule Corporation.  She had been hoping to talk with Pan and Trunks.  However, it seemed this might turn into a real family affair.  It would not matter now, if they were serious about exploiting the information and pictures.

It was prudent that Pan saw for herself that she was the topic of conversation.  There was diligence on the part of the Briefs to not give the paparazzi something to find.  This settled unwell for Bulma, she trusted no one but their family and which included the Son’s.  However, Pan saw no reason to change her plans.

“IF they know about me, why is this guy doing the story?  The Yakuza has known member tattooed.  Bulma you can see for yourself that this guy,” she pointed to the television, “has no markings.  Look at him in his little speedo drinking to his good fortune.  He is not part of the Yakuza.”

“He doesn’t have to be; he can be employed by them.” Bulma complained, trying to get Pan to see the connection.
Bra was quiet listening to Pan and her mother’s points.  She was itching to ask Pan about the entirety of the situation it was obvious something more than Pan’s time in Ropponghi was being discussed.  However, something caught her eye.
“Perhaps we should be more careful Pan.  There might or might not be a connection.  I don’t want you in danger.”  Trunks was placating her, trying to keep her calm.  Trunks did not know if her normal anger could make her, other needs flare up.

The camera crew focused on the large expansive shot.  Taking in the environment that Michael Shen was in.  This included, his Cousin Otoyaru Shen was included in the shot.
His face caught Bra’s attention.
“Mom, look isn’t that Otto?  The little man that work s in your labs?”
Bulma tuned to look at her daughter and ask her what she was rambling on about when she looked at the television.
“Look there he is again, “Bra pointed; “I didn’t see him before, but that’s Otto Shen?  Right?”

Bulma was mad; sure enough, she recognized that face.  There was her lab assistant sitting in a lounge chair, the sake was close to him.  
“Otoyaru Shen, my, my, he is related to that idiot blogger.”  Bulma sat back on the couch and just looked at his face.  There was no way Oto could be part of the Yakuza.  She was abundantly satisfied with that knowledge.  Perhaps this Michael She had persuaded Otto for some information on the family.  All one had to do was follow Trunks, or Pan.  Dende, everyone knew that Trunks was taking a leave; perhaps that was the reason the story began.

“Shit.”  Bulma concluded.



Pan was drying her hair.  Trunks had spent some time with Bulma and Bra, going over details she was rather no up to.  She loved her family to death; they knew when not to harass her.  Trunks had made the excuse for her not to be bothered.  He was really a paradox.  HE could be so many things, but looking out for her was always near the top of his list.  Getting him to let her go back to the club would be one of things that she would have to get around.  She could abstain forever, and her heart was not ready to let go the fight of ending the Yakuza.  Pan was not even sure if she minded the bad publicity.  Let them rollout their story.  Pan would hate them to pay money to stop it.  They had nothing on her really.

Trunks had come up to the room, he watched as Pan towel dried her hair.  However, he carefully did not try to intrude on her but he could not help but smile at her thought process.  He looked over at his dresser and the envelope that had pictures in it was still undisturbed.  Pan was such an honest character; she had not even snooped into them.  Rationalizing it was Capsule business.  She was a curios person, but would never intentionally harm him or his family.

He grabbed the envelope and brought it to his bed where he sat down.  “Pan Come here.” he said getting her attention form the bathroom.
Pan came over and sat beside him on the bed.  Her big quiet eyes stared at him.
“I want to show you theses, so you know just how much Michael Shen knows.  He pulled out the photos and spread them across the bed.

Pan picked up the one of her and Terrance leaving the club in his Bugatti.  He mind was wrapping around the implications she was looking at.  The non-story about a big story was about Pan going wild on the town.  There were pictures of her dancing, and giving two guys a hand job, her grinding her ass in another guys face.  “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?  I’ve just argued with you mother the entire time and you knew this was what she was talking about!”

“I was going to, but when I got home you were training….  I thought what would be best was we could talk about later.” He said
“Later!  When after the story ran?  I made a fool out of your mother and myself.  I didn’t know they had this information.”  She yelled

“Pan they have no information just some pictures.”
Pan pulled up one picture the one of her and Trunks in the dressing room.  “Some picture Trunks.  I don’t care about me, but look this is you full frontal, Damn Trunks.”

“First off don’t say that , don’t ever say that you don’t care about yourself.”  Trunks was very stern and quiet when he said that.  “Secondly, you had to know that they had some evidence to even talk about a story.  Don’t overreact any more than we have to, I can still put a stop to it.”

“Put a stop, by paying them?  No, and no!  I will hunt this weasel down.  I will go after him first.”  Pan vowed.

“Pan you are going overboard.  Be careful, I don’t want to have to stop you.”  Trunks implored and added quietly, “Please Pan you must control your mood, I don’t know if it can trigger your hunger again.”

At those words Pan stopped.  He was too close for her to give any thoughts to what she might do.  She thought of her anger a bit, and then tried to calm down.  She had a long memory and knew what made her mad.  Vegeta would be quite proud of her if she could channel her thoughts.

“Yeah, Vegeta would be proud so would your dad.  Do what you have to do, try not think too much about this Pan.  I will handle it; I will crush the wimp if I need be.”  Trunks made a promise; however, he had been listening to Pan’s thoughts.

“Trunks I think I need to be somewhere quiet, I am going to go flying.” She implored.

Trunks was satisfied now, feeling secure that Pan had agreed to his suggestions.  HE was feeling very proud of her and himself.  It was right of him not to get over excited over the paparazzi.  HE also enjoyed the act knowing that it was probably just that.  His mother was too worried about the Yakuza; she needed to breathe a little easily.  Everything was in control.  HE felt capable and in charge again.


Pan flew away; she did not bother giving a thought to anything.  She had not felt so caged before.  Trunks was acting like his self-important way he did.  This was not a flaw, but it did annoy her at times.  However, she always knew what to say to him to get him off her back.  The problem was that he would listen to her thoughts now.  She wasn’t sure how far this ability went but she wanted to get the hell out of capsule so she could think and plan.  She might not like that she craved energy, blood, and power; however, that was who she was.  Everything he told her, everything anyone ever told her was that hat was a part of her heritage.  She want going to banish it now.  She wanted to control her urges, yes she did.  However, Pan did not want to be ruled by them.  Trunks was trying to crush her urge, but she wanted to free them.  She was mad and wanted someone to pay.  The reaction made sense.  She just couldn’t think this around him.  Pan wasn’t sure if she would do anything but she wanted to free to feel, free to work through her anger, and free to cope.  Trunks meant well; but at what cost to her and her own self.  She checked her watch and noticed that it was only 5:30.  Perhaps, a little work might do her some good afterall.  Maybe she could dip out and take some energy.  Who would be wiser?


Momma Blue knew something big was happening.  Everyone at the club seemed more intense.  Trouble was coming.  It seemed that those young men, who had adventured at the club with Babycakes, were the top boss’s grandson.  She would have never let Baby go in there without warning her that they were Yakuza.  The club manager had not even known.  She had watched Pan and them in the VIP room.  Neither man had been marked as a Yakuza.  Hover, when Huro Shinoda and Asunda Koori had come back yesterday, Momma knew something bad had happened.  Sure enough, the security tapes of that evening were removed, and questions were issued.  Baby sure had made herself well known.

Momma looked out at the early crowd, and frowned.  Michael Shen, that slime, was in her club again.  She always warned the girls away from that one.  The only ones that ever bothered with him were the servers.  He hated paying high prices for any privileges, so her dancers were mostly safe from him.  Then Momma Blue saw the two men that had caused such a stir; Kato Shinoda and his friend Nori were back.  Something was starting to feel very bad.  

Momma sat back down and began to look over the schedule for the night.  Candy and Apple were there and that was sure to bring on a fun evening.  They always drew a crowd for they did everything together.  Their act was a bonus to everyone.  Tricia was there, not working the floor tonight; she would be grateful; she would not have to deal with Michael Shen.  This amused Momma to no end, she was smiling when a flash of green made her look up.  The one girl she was not expecting stood in front of her in a Green Capsule Corporation T-shirt and short shorts.
“What in the world are you here for; I thought you called off this morning?”  Momma’s head was racing.

‘I was wondering if I could take a short shift, I need to let some steam off.”  Pan explained hoping that she could, she needed a fast mark and a feeding.
Momma wondered if she should speak to this girl freely.  She did not want to have her job or life put in jeopardy over this foolish kid.  Moreover, that man of hers was not someone she thought would go away quietly if he was angered either.

Instead of speaking, Momma stood up and pulled Pan with her to the monitors behind the stage.  There she pointed out the problems, “See that man in the back seats?  His name is Michael Shen.”
Pan’s eyes widened at the thought of her one target should be here of all places, she was quick to ask, “Does he come her often?”
“He only comes at night; you do know who he is?”
“I’ve just recently found out.”  Pan explained honestly.

Momma then pointed to the two men who were now in the VIP seating where Trunks had been the other night.
Pan smirked because they were the two bachelors from the party.  Nevertheless, her smiled faded as Momma whispered in her ear, “you remember them Baby?  Well some hot news for you is that that one there,” she pointed, “He is the grandson of the bug man, Kenichi Shinoda.  I do not think he liked what happened the other night.  I can’t be sure why they are here, but if you here maybe you can tell me.”  She said waiting for Pan.

Pan wondered if she had made a fatal mistake, or if life worked out this way.  Then connection Bulma was afraid of was true.  Trunks was wrong.  Somehow, she knew the Yakuza and Michael Shen had a common denominator and this club was one of them and she seemed to be the reason.  She was not told this, she just knew.
“Do you think that they are here to see me?”  Pan asked of Momma.
“I don’t know, but stay away from Michael Shen, he is a fucked up idiot.  The only thing I do know is that Mr. Shinoda father came in her and was very interested in you and his son.  You might have made an enemy or a fan.”

The one thing Pan had worried about was making fans.  She was not here to get a fan base, but to kill the Yakuza.  The fox had come back to the hen house and she was ready for them.  Convenient.
“What do you say Momma, one girl call, and a quick fix?”  Pan asked

Momma wondered if Pan had a death wish or just an unsatisfied need.  Maybe she needed the money.  Baby would be the first.  Maybe that man of hers had not given her money.  Momma didn’t want to know.  Maybe Pan need a fix for a drug habit or maybe some money to give her family.  Money she could make in an hour.  “Okay baby, I feel your need.  You’re going to go for them aren’t your?” she asked knowing Pan would try for the biggest fish.

“Yeah, and I don’t think that I will use the VIP room, I got to get going fast afterwards.”
“The back alley?  You think they will like that ?” Momma aksed her not expelcting an answer, Baby had done that too many times.

It was a quick change of shirt.  Pan donned a metallic brassier and plain back miniskirt.  Her thong would half to do.  She tied her hair up in a tight ponytail.  Makeup was a fast production she had only put on lipstick when the girl call music began.

She was pleased to find herself in the offset form the form of the stage.  Apple and Candy liked to perform their duo in the front.  However, the two in the VIP section were looking for her as they scanned the stage.  Pan was very aware of what they were looking for.  She could not resist that they were whom she wanted to deal with.  Her Ki went out.  Her mind was very determined.  They were looking for her as much as she was hunting them.  It was kismet.

She laughed as the music changed from the Girl Call to an old favorite.  Pan could not help to sing the song in her head.  It gave her a feeling of euphoria.  Dark swilling images of what she was going to do played in her head as Dancing Queen drummed all around her.  Pan was sure she did all she could to let them know that she wanted their attention.
Amber made her way to the stage.  She loved dancing with Baby.  She hoped that she would keep working the nights; she would get more time with the brunette.  Amber matched Pan move for move.  Amber held on to Baby’s waist and whispered in her ear that someone wanted her for a dance.  Pan kissed Amber on the lips as she left her spot, and she sauntered off the stage.  There Momma Blue gave her a look.
“Well, who is it?”  Pan aksed.
Momma shook her head as if to say; as if you don’t know.
Pan whispered into Buzz’s ear, “hey bud I wanna take them out back.”
The giant of a man understood Pan better than she thought.  Talk in the strip clubs were a sacred thing.  Momma Blue would have his nuts if he didn’t protect the girls.  There was only so much he could do in that area; but where they performed their acts was usually up to them.  The freedom stopped there.  

Pan grabbed a water bottle and headed for the big metal exit door.  Her little alleyway was there like an old friend.  It was dark and secluded and without a camera looming.  She downed the bottle.  She pulled up her Ki and melted the bottle in her hand until it was a small ball.  She rolled the hardened plastic between her hands, as she anticipated taking on the two men in her way.  She was interrupted by their words.
“Hey pretty girl you remember us?”  Kato asked of her.
“How could I forget you two?” Pan sassily replied.  Hoping she sounded as sexy as she wanted to portray.
The men surrounded her one on each side.  If Pan had been a normal girl she might have felt threatened, be as it was, she was going with eagerness for sex.

Kato grabbed her by her arms from behind and she fought the urge to turn on him.  However, she let him push her down on her knees.  Like any scum, he was going to take advantage of the venue Pan had selected.  Nori, who did not care to exact revenge on the girl, looked for a moment sorry.  It was brief but Pan caught a feeling from him.  “Let’s take it easy Kato; I’m sure Baby is not going to fight us.”

Kato looked at his best friend, his lover and wondered what he had in mind.  They had been ordered to get Pan to come with them.  He had wanted to take a little revenge however.  Asunda Koori had doubted they would get the girl to come with them, but Nori had promised that he thought they could.
“Okay, Okay let’s have some fun.  So Pan, do you like cock this much?”  Kato asked of her.  

Pan had not gotten off her knees, and she was glad she had not been standing for when he spoke her name she felt the blood drain form her face.  She was not scared but she confirmed he suspicion.  
“Go ahead Nori; I want to see this slut suck your cock.”  Kato continued.  They had her now, why not have some fun?

Nori, wondered if Kato had wanted to exact some revenge, though he had no bad feeling for the girl, but his grandfather had not punished him.  He unbuckled his pants, and not for anything letting Pan take him in her mouth in front of Kato again made this all the sweeter.

Pan had not once thought of Trunks love for her.  She had not thought of anything outside of her burning hunger.  Her plan was all that mattered.  She closed her eyes for a second as she took the soft cock in her mouth.  She tried not to think of Trunks as she sucked on the flaccid flesh.  It did not take long for that to change.  Kato’s hands were near her head, and Nori was holding his shirt.  She wondered for a moment if tattooing was now voluntary.  This was supposed to be a mandatory thing with Yakuza; especially someone as high ranking as these two seemed to be.  Maybe Momma blue had it wrong.  This was what she was thinking about when she felt a pinch at her neck.  She turned her head with a Nori’s penis sliding out of her mouth to see Kato look at his syringe.  The tip of the needle bent.  Pan could see it with her keen vision.  Kato however, was wondering why the syringe did not work, he could not see the bent tip in the poor light.  
Pan reacted in swift time.  She grabbed Nori’s penis and reached for his femoral vein, cutting him there and pulled out his life force.  He screamed loudly, but she clamped on to his leg and sucked his blood taking Ki.  Pan then sealed the wound with a kiss so she could turn to Kato who had not known what to do.  Nori stumbled backwards, not really hurt, but feeling dizzy.  Pan reached out and snatched the syringe from Kato.  She kept it in one hand and then backhanded Kato.  HE slammed against the metal exit door with a thud and then feel to the ground.  She did not even bother to look to see if he was conscious.  Pan turned back to Nori to see him shake his head in confusion.  
His eyes meet with Pan's she stalked him.  “What did you do to me?” he aksed.

Pan held up the syringe, “I could ask the same of you.  What was this for?”

Nori, hadn’t wanted the revenge but he also feared Kenichi and Asunda.  “We were told to bring you back to Kato’s grandfather; he wanted to know where you got you Ki.”
“My Ki?  You can tell them for me that I got my Ki from myself; then you can tell them you lost yours to me.”  Pan reached out her two fingers and placed them on his neck.  She pulled heavily from him.  She felt the flush of excitement.  The familiar euphoria came with the Ki, and Pan did not like it.  She ripped her hand away and bit into the jugular of Nori.  The source of his Ki was in his blood.  She had not been wrong why she wanted this.  Every thought of Trunks and her flashed in her mind.  She pulled back from Nori and spit out the blood.
Pan turned and walked away, to the end of the alley.  She left him there barely hanging on to life.  She did not care.  She knew right then she was going to be target of the Yakuza, and she wanted it that way.  She walked until she felt safe enough to take to the sky.  She flew hard and fast to her home.  She was feeling sick to her stomach.  She did her best to calm her mind, so that her Ki was not charging.  Her speed would not concern the other if they were tracking her signature.  Pan ran into her room and slammed the door, forgetting that she had no one to shut the door on.  There was no one at her home.  That thought sent her emotions she had holding back flowing.  Tears and anguish she had wanted to fell came out.  As she cried out, she realized that Trunks would come to her.  Trunks or Goten.  She rushed to the bathroom and turned it on full blast, jumping inside fully clothed with her skimpy outfit.  Pan ripped the top and skirt off.  Letting them drop inside the shower.  The hot water made her relax enough to do what she needed to do.  With a practiced move, she ran her finger down her throat causing the gag reflex to make her dry heave.  She did it again, throat slime coating her hand.  The third time was a charm as she threw up.  Nothing but red vomitus came up.  The Ki spike she felt coming toward her house made her stop trying to throw up again.  Pan grabbed her shampoo and began to scrub her hair.  She wanted to pull the long locks out by the roots, because she was so frustrated.  No one would check on Vegeta, and then she thought of her grandfather.  He would have.

“Pan!  Pan are you okay?” pined the voice that would not dare bust the door open.
Pan wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.  Without asking, she knew that Trunks must have been biting the bit.  Goten sounded very worried to her.
Pan rinsed off and reached for her towels…  Expertly she twisted her hair up in one and wrapped the other around her.

She opened the door to the sweetest eyes.  
“Panny,” came the relieved sigh and she was pulled into a hug.
Pan stood in the hallway embraced by Goten and she wondered if Trunks would show up any minute.
“Go get dressed;" he pushed her out of his arms.
Pan went to her room and thought about how Goten was the only one who understood what she needed.  He never pushed her; he knew that Pan would talk when she was ready.  With that, she grabbed some sweats.  It was easy and fast.

She walked into the kitchen Goten was cooking some ramen.  It was probably the only thing in the home.  Pan had braided her hair and twisted it into a bun.  She pulled the hoodie of the sweatshirt up over her head.  She just wanted to escape from the word and think, but could not seem to get away from anyone.  It was not Goten fault.  Pan was surprised when Goten poured the instant ramen into a bowel, and slid it to Pan.  She looked up surprised for Goten was always hungry.
Goten walked over to her and kissed the top of her hoodie and said, “I’ll tell him that you needed to cry a little.  He loves you too much; he will believe that.”  Then Goten sighed.  “You need to sweat it out, Pan, don’t come home yet.  You smell like another man.”
Goten left the house.

Pan breathed a little.  Goten was no fool.  She ate the ramen, thinking about everything but Trunks or the two men.  It did not matter if Trunks knew or not.  There was no way to cover this up.


Kato got up shaking his head then regretting that.  HE felt dizzy and wobbly.  That girl had slapped him into the heavy door.  He looked up and tried to find Nori.  That was when he found his friend struggling to catch his breath.  There was a bite mark on his neck and his leg.  Nori could not even redress himself.  Kato panicked and forgot about his headache.  HE struggled to try to get Nori up.  
Nori was coming in and out of conscious state.  Kato had no idea what had happened.  Nori finally came to enough to tell Kato that Pan was demon.  Kato clucked assurance that that was not so.  Kato dragged his friend to his car and put him inside.  He needed to get them some help.  He could only think of getting to Asunda Koori.  

Kato sped through south city, hoping that he could get to Asunda.  


In the Chubu prefecture, Asunda Koori was mediating when he heard a loud commotion.  He stepped up from his siting position and slid the shoji door open.  In his home was Kato dragging half-conscious Nori.  At first, his worry over the young men made him react in a parental way.  “Have you been in accident?” he asked.

“No, no you must help him he is barely able to breathe.”  Kato implored.
“What is the matter with him?”  Asunda aksed of Kato.
“That girl Pan did this to him.”  Kato yelled.

Asunda looked sharply at Kato.  He wondered how the girl had managed to take on both men; he looked over Nori and only saw the bite mark on his neck.
“Where is the girl?”  Asunda aksed hoping that she was alive.  
“I don’t know she wasn’t there when I woke up.”  Kato explained.
The thunderous look he gave Kato made Kato shake.  
“I think you need to tell me what happened, did you use the syringe?”
Kato tried to explain what had happen at best he could.
Nori was beginning to wake up some, and Asunda’s maid was getting him to sip some tea.  

Asunda left the two boys with his maidservant.  They had really screwed up.  The problem was the girl was not with them.  She had taken he syringe from Kato.  The boy was a total incompetent fool.  Kenichi would surely punish them.  The problem was that Asunda had given Kato the drug to get the girl.  It was his problem now.  He knew of only one way to fix the problem.  He called his two bodyguards in to the room and explained that he would need help in punishment.  

Kato stood as he saw two guards enter the room with him and Nori.
Asunda had not entered the room but stood outside.  Young Kato knew the cost of failure.  What he had not expected was the two men to pull out their swords and eviscerate Nori.  Kato fell to the floor as his lover lay dying his organs spilled onto the floor.  He was thankful that they had not cut him.  
Outside of the room, Asunda spoke aloud for Kato to hear over the sounds of Nori gurgling his last breath.  “You have brought shame to your family.  You have caused this to happen; now you must spend your life making this right Kato or join Nori in this way.”
For Kato the world tilted in his head.  All he could do was blame that girl Pan Son for his punishment, for Nori’s ungodly death.  He cried.  That bitch would pay.


Pan finished working out in her gravity room.  She had run in 100-x gravity.  It was the best way to sweat out whatever it was the Goten could smell on her.  She ran to her room, thankful that Trunks had not shown up yet.  Goten had probably kept his promise to her.  Pan changed into some spandex shorts and a shirt.  She had not bothered to shower again.  On her flight home she wondered how long it would be before the hell she created would fall into Trunks lap.
The familiar dome came into sight and she tried not to feel apprehensive.  
Like so many times, Pan opened the front door.  Trunks was sitting on the couch with a drink in hand, Bulma's feet was inhis lap.  Bulma was half-asleep.  Trunks had been rubbing his mother‘s feet.  
When Pan entered, both looked up.  Bulma got off the couch and came over to Pan.  She kissed Pan on the cheek and said good night.
Trunks took his time.  He finished his drink, and placed the glass on the bar counter.  Walking up to Pan, he held out his hand.  Pan took it and he drew her to the stairs.
Hand and hand they went up the stairs.  They went to his room.  
“Trunks?”  Pan quavered.

“Pan, let’s go to bed.”  Was all he said.
Trunks changed his clothes as Pan stood there.  He pulled his comforter down and sat on the bed.  He looked back over to her, “do you want to shower or anything?” he aksed.

“No, maybe.” She whispered.
Trunks got out of the bed, took Pan’s hand, and led her to the bathroom.  He felt her confusion and her numbed mind.  She either was blocking him or genuinely confused.
He turned her around and pulled her shirt off.  Trunks then removed her pants, and Pan gave a small laugh for she almost fell over whern he tired to get her feet out he shpandex shorts.  She really wasn’t helping him.
Her laugh did something to him; it was almost a relief.  He dragged her to his shower.  He tossed off his pajamas bottoms and joined her in the shower.  
He could feel the guilt roll off her.  It did not surprise him, but it did not change anything between them.  The hot shower beaded down on them and Trunks took the body wash, lathered in his hands, and cleaned her, under her arms and down her sides.  Each breast was giving loving attention and each leg was lathered.  She stood there and let him wash away everything.  She could not read his mind, but she knew he was ridding her of her pain, her guilt.  She was trying so hard not to think of what had happened when she realized that he must already know.  Trunks stood up and looked down into her eyes.  Trunks pushed his hand through his hair.  She smiled slightly at his gesture.  
She wanted to hug him and get the word she was forgiven.  That was the kid in her, and it would make her feel better with him.  It was like the need to suck ones thumb.  However, their relationship was not like that any more…  
Trunks knowing better than anyone that they had moved beyond that answered her unspoken thoughts, “it’s not like that anymore, you’re right; I am fighting here too Pan.  In case, you have not noticed.  I’m trying not to lose you here.”

Pan wanted to apologize, “I’m sorry,” she said.
Trunks shook his head, “No, no you’re not.  You are sorry about disappointing me not at what happened.  I know the difference.”

  Bulma went in to the shuttle garage.  There the comlink was blinking.  She rushed to the consul and read the transmission: “Just let me know, can be there as soon as you say.”

Bulma wondered if it was time.  Trunks was running out time with his patience with Pan.  He wanted her, and Bulma was selfish in that she would give Trunks what he always wanted.  However, Trunks was waiting for Gohan to come back.  She deliberated and made her decision.

‘Get somewhere safe and land and bring everyone home now, will be waiting for you.’

Trunks led Pan to his bed and wrapped her up in his arms.  He had promised that they could deal with everything then.  Trunks had spooned up to Pan’s backside.  When gave him something startling to think about, “I don’t know if I were to bite you that anything would happen.”
He laughed a little because he wondered what she was really thinking; he was too tired to decipher her wondering mind.  Pan tuned around and looked at him, wondering if it would matter anymore, she had taken blood forcible from that guy and nothing happened.  
“Do you think that blood is necessary for a blood bond?” she aksed
“Pan, that is silly that’s why it’s called a blood bond.”  He smiled thinking about how young she sounded.

“Trunks look in my head tell me what you see.”  Pan said thinking about what she did tonight to Nori.
The images were fuzzy like a bad reception of a television, but he saw Pan attacking one of the men.  He had not really wanted to see that, but it was no use.  He knew what she had done in the past and what she had done tonight.  She took their blood.  His intake of breath gave her a sinking feeling.  
Instead of lamenting the issue, Trunks began to lose it.  Pan was his and she would be his no matter what she did.  

HE grabbed her arms and pushed her down in to the bed.  
“Trunks.”  She spoke his name.
“Open your legs.” He said.
Obeying him was like second nature.  He let go her arms and rubbed down her slit.  She was warm and moist but not wet with want.  He kissed down her stomach and met up with her flower.  Trunks blew on her mound and then dipped his tongue inside.  
Pan oohed.  Trunks worked so fast that she was happily startled...  
Trunks didn’t waste time giving Pan this pleasure for her had an ulterior motive.  Her juncture was wet now ahd Trunks slid himself inside of her.  Trunks found her mouth and kissed her deeply his thoughts were repeating words of love to her; each move was a sign of that love.  He could feel how his body needed her to be complete how his soul begged to have hers connected to his.  Trunks let all his feelings and emtions, wants and desires flow.  He could feel so much, but she was a silent wall.  “Pan” he whispered against her lips.
“I needed it, “Pan whispered back.  Trunks almost collapsed on her.  He was not sure how he found the strength to crumble.  HE felt as though he failed her by letting go off tonight.  
HE pulled back and ground his hips into hers, pushing as deeply as he could this way.  “It’s okay Pan, Kami it’s going to be okay.  Don’t hate me.”

“What?” she aksed, but her words were cut off as Trunks bit into her neck.  He had never done this, obviously, so he was shocked to found that the first taste of her blood shook him.  This whole time he thought about how they were not vampires, and one taste of her blood like this drove him over an edge.  He came immediately.  The picture of her attack on Nori brightened in his eyes, it made him bite again deeper into her neck, her Ki and Blood flowed into him, and he felt the power she had.
Pan choked, as Trunks bit down a second time on her neck.  “Oh Kami!” she managed to get out.  Then the euphoric feeling overcame her.  Trunks pulled away from her and looked at her.  Blood tinged his lips and she could not imagine him look so vulnerable in all her life.  Pan reached dup to kiss him.  She tasted her own blood.  Pan pulled away again and surprised him by crashing into him.  She had dared not think it as she bite down on flesh.  Trunks had lowered his defenses to her.  His Ki burst into her mouth, and then she tasted the blood.  He was not fighting her, so her mouth was so full she swallowed hard.  It was the first flash of his thoughts that entered her mind; she knew that this was different, after that nothing.  She pulled back and looked at him wondering what it meant.
Trunks smiled at her, “See its different.” He said smugly.
“But I, “she began to complain that she hadn’t really saw all his memories, when he answered for her; “It takes a little it to pick up on it all.”
She was annoying enough to try to get everything out of him tonight.  Trunks was spent, so he resorted to the only refuge left, he kissed her neck, telling her to go to sleep.  He was not sure who was more surprised him, because Pan shut up and laid back down, or Pan herself for stopping and obeying what he said.