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Conflicted Angel	By : IcyChic Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey Everyone. Here's chapter three. I love the reviews from fanfiction.net and mediaminer.org. lol I just wrote that AdultFanfiction.net sucks because i had no reviews and bout 2 mins later someone gave me one. Haha i feel like such a demanding + mean person.

�I just wanted to live a normal teenage life before I�m off to college. So my parents reluctantly agreed that I can move here for a few months. Since I knew Kyle I thought maybe United States would be perfect. Plus I was sure it would be easier with the media and all to go somewhere far,� Trunks said pouring to cups of rich hot chocolate. He handed one of them to Pan and she drank it up thankfully.

�Wow I never would have guessed you�re son of the Corp. Capsule Company. I wonder how it would be like to be all rich and famous,� Pan said and smiled. She stretched comfortably in the shirts and shorts that Trunks let he borrow. Pan asked for three of the shirts so that she can hide her breasts. Her bra was also soaked from the rain and she was a little self-conscious about her body. Her breasts were a little larger than a normal sixteen year old�s. She also insisted that at least one of her shirts were long sleeve so that he wouldn�t see her bruises. Her ponytail was held high on her head in a bun, still a little wet. It was kind of messy because the last time she had her hair she was nine. Her hair had now grown down to her butt. Pan�s mom would never let her because it was so brown, beautiful, and shiny. Her mom had once said she wanted to save it for a day she was real mad and make her bald.

�It�s great I guess being rich and famous, but after a while you would like to be with real friends and do normal things. Don�t get me wrong I love my family, it�s just I want to try something new,� Trunks replied. There was somewhat nerving silence between the two as they sipped hot chocolate. As the weather forecast said, it was beginning to thunderstorm.

�You know, I was born in Tokyo,� Pan said starting back the conversation.

�Really? Did you like it there?� Trunks asked interested.

�I don�t know, my parents moved here when I was two. I think my pops met my mom as he was touring in Tokyo. He�s from the states and my mom was born in Tokyo like me. He brought her over here promising her a better life.�

�So you never go back to visit family,� Trunks questioned.

�That�s not really on my parent�s agenda�.ever.� It became silent again.

�So what brings such a pretty girl out here in the rain�running?� Trunks said breaking the awkwardness. Baka. Pan rolled her eyes and blushed lightly simultaneously. If Trunks thought that Pan was dumb enough to be flattered by all of his flirting, he was wasting his time.

�I�I don�t know I just had to get away from it all,� Pan replied turning away from him. Pan never ever told anyone the things she went through, not even Candace. Though, Candace wasn�t dumb. She did, on couple occasions see the marks, scars, and bruising on her legs and arms. When the skateboarding excuse was starting to get over used, especially for the fact that Candace had never seen her skateboard, she had simply said it was �him� referring to her father. Pan didn�t know if it was because she didn�t care or didn�t want to make her feel uncomfortable, but Candace never really asked her too many details about the ordeal.

Trunks sat on his coffee table direct in front of Pan who was sitting on his black leather loveseat sofa. Their knees were almost touching each other.

�Get away from what?�

�Everything.�

�What do you mean everything?�

�From life itself!� Pan retorted but instantly regretting. �I�m sorry, it�s just that. I�m just�look you can�t just hold a girl out in the rain, telling her all these things she wants to here, especially when she never was treated that away before.�

�I�m sorry Pan.� Pan began to feel tears start to flake up to her eyes again.

�No that�s just it. I�m used to be the one saying sorry. I�m not used to being held. I�m not used to feeling�cared.�

Trunks knelt forward and extended a finger to her chin, tilting it up so that their eyes were looking at each other directly.

�Well, I�m sorry Pan but�� Trunks began. Pan gazed at him her cheeks a little wet already by her tears. �Here comes the rejection,� Pan thought.

��.get used to it,� he finished. Before she could say anything, Trunks cut her off by softly crashing his lips down hers, tasting some of the salty tears. He grazed his tongue lightly in her mouth. Pan froze; she didn�t know what to do. She was embarrassed to admit that this was her first kiss. Pan moaned. Subconsciously, she held unto his shirt, making him come closer and kiss her harder. Her lips were so soft, he couldn�t help it.

A million thoughts raced through Pan�s head as Trunks kissed her. She was so scared she wasn�t doing it right that she pulled away. Trunks looked at her questionably.

�Oh Gosh I must have done something wrong,� Pan thought. But that was when Trunks smiled.

�This was your first kiss, wasn�t it?� Trunks stated more than asked grinning.

�Noooo,� Pan denied blushingly. Pan turned away.

�Yes it was,� Trunks said. He grinned harder. He could tell she was lying because she turned away.

�So what? Was it really that obvious?� Pan questioned. She felt so immature. Trunks laughed and Pan was beginning to be annoyed. She smacked him upside his head. �Shut-up it�s not funny.�

�I�m sorry, I�m sorry, you just so cute and innocent�and amazing. I could tell you�re also a virgin. You one of those girls my mom would like to meet,� Trunks said. Pan smiled at the baka.

�Would you stop making me blush for at least a second?� Pan asked exasperated.

�Well except for the fact we are probably interested in the same clothes.� Pan blush quickly faded. She looked like she was going to murder him.

�Just kidding. I think it kind of makes you look sexy.�

�Whatever.� Pan rolled her eyes.

Trunks stood up from the coffee table and sat next to her on the sofa. Not feeling like arguing, Pan allowed Trunks to pick her up moving her onto his lap.

�I guess I should start by saying I grew up informed that I was a mistake,� Pan began. Trunks put a possessive arm around her. She could tell he was listening tentatively.

�When I was six�.�

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Closing my eyes, blocking the tears, I knew that I was going to have to go back home eventually. But I didn�t care at least for now. I continued to pour my heart to the boy. It was the first I was ever able to come clean about the emotions I felt inside. No one in the world ever listened to me like Trunks Briefs did. This was the first time in my life I was I ever felt to so relieved, so free. I never ever want to get off Trunks lap. He made me feel safe. This was the first time I ever felt so safe.

I told Trunks everything right from when I was six. I told how I never celebrated a birthday unto now how my father almost raped me. All you could here in Trunks white and black condo was my soft voice and the rain beating away outside.

I told him about the times my parents used to make me steal thing and when I got they would say they didn�t know me. I told them how sometimes my mother would hit me if I reminded her I existed.

I told him how both my mother and papa would go out and fuck everyone in town. I told him how about two hours ago I learned that Papa wasn�t my real papa. I told him. I told him and he listened. He listened.

I didn�t stop telling him my story until it was probably ten o�clock at night. He had never told me to stop, he had never taken a break, and cell phone turned off. Trunks just listened, holding me to his well built chest. It felt so right. I can seldom feel his hear his heart. And it wasn�t until a little passed ten when I heard him sniffling. I looked up a saw his eyes coated with tears. Trunks was crying for me! No one ever cried for me before. Wiping my eyes, I noticed we both were. This was all so new me.

�Trunks?� I asked hoping he was okay.

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�I would not let this happen again, babe,� Trunks stated. As Pan�s story intensified, he had wrapped both his arms around her, but now it was a little too tight making Pan wince because her father had kicked her there on her ribs a few nights ago. She was still healing.

�Owww. That kind of hurts, Trunks,� Pan said getting up from his lap leaving him dumbfounded. She went to room she had changed in earlier and locked it behind her. She was sure Trunks was going to follow her not far behind. She pulled up the layers of clothes and tied a knot so that the shirts could stay in place. She needed to check the bruises. It was still a little blue but the skin around it looked a little too sallow. Pan didn�t want to let him see her bruises. She knew it looked disgusting.

�Pan are you okay, Babe?�

�I�m fine I just forgot I fell off my skateboard last week so I just checking it. I�m okay I promise,� Pan replied. Something that Pan told him must have been a mistake because now she her the doorknob turning. Trunks must have had the key. Knowing she wasn�t going to say anything in time for him to stop opening the door, she quickly turned around hoping the bruises weren�t as bad on her back

�Pan did you forget telling me you used to use that excuse all the time when you� oh damn, babe.�

Trunks stopped dead in his tracks staring at her back.

�I�m sorry I ran off like I did. I didn�t want you to see me like this.� Pan turned around facing him. It was no use trying to cover herself up now.

�Did he do this to you?� Trunks questioned.

�Every last one.�

�Is this the reason why you like wearing baggy clothes?�

�Yea.�

�Lay down on that bed I have something to give you.�

Pan did as told and laid down. Trunks left the room coming back with a pill that was shaped like a bean and a glass of water.

�This is for the pain. It will also heal you quickly. My mom makes these beans called senshi beans that cure people with extreme rapidity. Luckily, she made me pack some.�

As soon as she swallowed it Pan could feel it working. Her whole body was tingling.

�Wow I feel myself getting better.�

�Yea got to love it.� Trunks sat beside her on the bed thinking.

�Oh and babe?�

�Hmmmm?�

�I don�t think I want to let you go home tonight.�

�My parents�,�

�Your parents aren�t safe. I know I haven�t even known you for a day but I know enough to care.� Oh my gosh! He said he cared. This was just too good.

�I have school tomorrow,� Pan insisted.

�I�ll drop you off at school, not home. Right now you need to get your rest.� He sounded so mature.

Pan complied she was feeling tired. She�ll yell at him for telling her what to do in the morning.

�Thank-you Trunks,� Pan said in-between yawns.

�I told you won�t let this happen again.�
End of chapter 2

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