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Chapter contributed by : lynnwood84

::Chapter 8::

Trunks and Pan

"So you wanna try and fight me little Panny?" Trunks teased, with
a slightly sinister and faintly condescending smirk on his face that screamed
of his father. "Don't you remember how futile it was the last time?"
he continued to taunt and the girl snarled low.
"You took a cheap shot before, buddy," she snapped back, fixing
him with a chilly glare and coming away from the counter to drop into a
fighting stance. She desperately fought away the instinctive desire to submit
to him and let Trunks have her. Despite the fact of their Bond and such . . .
there still existed a tiny bit of doubt in her heart and mind. Why would Trunks
want to be with her? Pan was just a sixteen year old and he was nearly
full-grown. It just seemed too good to be true. Unfortunately, due to their
Bond, Trunks caught wind of her inner struggle. Though he didn't know what it
was about exactly, he only knew that the conflict was bringing her off-balance,
which was an occurrence in his favor.
"You don't really want to fight me do you Panny," he murmured
seductively, giving her that LOOK, that damnable stare that went clear to her
bones. He started toward her again but slowly, still cautious. It just wasn't
FAIR, how he could push all her buttons without even trying hard. Pan scowled
deeper, fists clenching, fighting to remain in control and shove her darned
stupid Saiyan instincts to the wayside.
"Oh but I do," she insisted obstinately, though the remark sounded
desperate in her own ears.
"It's okay," he continued to soothe, deep voice seeping into her
brain, softening her stubborn defenses with every word. "You don't have to
fight me, baby. I promise. You know you don't want to," he persisted,
slowly nearing. Pan trembled, scowling up at him and clenching her jaw.
His scent was starting to get to her; a slightly musky, entirely MALE sort
of smell, and this combined with the way he was looking right now was about to
drive her insane. He stood shadowed in the darkened room with the lavender ends
of his silky hair falling down into those baby blue eyes, the muscles in his
bare chest and arms luring her like a deadly siren's call. Trunks continued to
give her that damned smirk, absently reaching up to brush the ends of his hair
out of one eye as took another step closer.
"Don't," she choked as he came up right before her, eyes tearing
slightly with the effort it took not to melt completely under his hot stare.
Trunks didn't heed her warning, reaching out for her as he came to stand right
in front of her. Pan watched his hands near her body with slightly widened eyes
and flared nostrils, like a frightened animal.
Just before he would have caught her, however, the frightened look melted
away to reveal a crooked grin of triumph. Before Trunks could respond, Pan lunged
up with a stiff upper-cut, throwing him up and back with the sheer force put
behind it, causing him to land heavily on his rear a few feet away.
Pan didn't wait around to see what his reaction would be, turning on her
heel and darting out of the room. Trunks just lay there for a moment, stunned,
then he growled and leapt back to his feet.
"Pan!" he roared, fists clenching. "I'll get you for that you
little---!" he couldn't finish, merely releasing a furious growl, fists
clenching and his power-level rising of it's own accord.
And so the hunt began.
Trunks prowled through the darkened, empty halls of Capsule Corporation,
using every sense at his disposal to find his runaway mate. And they were all
heightened now, magnified a thousand times stronger than normal. His sense of
sight, smell, hearing; Trunks felt more alive than ever before.
The half-breed Saiyan Prince grinned, then, as her heavy scent came to him
on the air, thick and sweet. She was near-by . . . his eyes scanned the area
around him, then they narrowed as he grinned. Behind that door. He prowled
closer, bare feet not making a sound in the carpet beneath him as he stalked,
like an ancient hunter. She probably knew he was approaching, the brat, and was
allowing him to near her so that she could spring that same sort of trap as
before. But he wouldn't be fooled by the same thing twice.
Trunks waited until the last minute, then lunged . . . and ended up catching
a life-less fighting dummy wrapped up in her clothes. Trunks snarled, tossing
thing down at his feet.
"What's the matter Pan?!" he cried harshly, stalking back out of
that room and heading down the halls . . . toward the glass-enclosed terrarium.
"Am I not good enough for you or something?" he continued to yell
out. "Hell, my FATHER thinks I'm useless, why not you too, eh?!"
He entered out into the enormous, domed, climate-controlled, in-door forest,
his eyes idly scanning for her. Then,
"Why do you want me Trunks?" came a faint voice and he turned in
that direction.
"I think you know why," was his answer as he began in that
direction.
"Well if it's just for THAT, then I'm afraid I'll have to
decline!" was her growling, snippy response to that and Trunks smirked a
little, zoning in on her position.
"Well what d'you want me to say, Panny?" he questioned aloud,
continually moving toward her. "You wanna hear all of those disgusting
little clich�s? You want me to tell you that I've loved you my whole life? I
can't say that and I won't, 'cause it's not true. You want me to tell you that
we were meant to be together? I dunno, I can't answer that. You want me to fall
to my knees and beg you to run right out and marry me tomorrow?" He
chuckled. "For one, you're only sixteen babe, and two . . . your dad would
probably flay me alive."
Trunks neared the clearing where Pan was currently standing and he paused,
gazing at her through the thick foliage. She stood stiff, her head bowed
slightly and in near-tears for some reason. Trunks's teasing look faded at
feeling her pain and he sighed.
"Yeah, we were an accident," he called out softly. "We
weren't ever supposed to happen, Pan, that's the thick and tough of it. You
can't hide from that fact, just accept it." Trunks hesitated, then,
"but I know how much you love me Panny, how much you've always loved me .
. . even when you were a little kid. And because of that you . . . you're
probably the only girl in the entire world who I could ever love and not have
to wonder in the back of my mind if it was ME that you loved and not my
extensive bank account."
Trunks paused again, then sighed.
"You know, you may not know it . . . but your dad's a pretty cool
guy." Pan glanced up at that odd statement, brows furrowed with confusion.
Trunks continued, smirk returning.
"After that first time, after we came back here and your mom and dad
got back from Kame House, Gohan took me outside for a little 'chat.' I think
you remember it." Her faint smirk told him she did, so Trunks continued.
"I didn't tell you what he said that day 'cause I didn't really know what
to think of it myself.
"Well Gohan started out by telling me that he wasn't at all happy that
I'd taken his little girl's innocence from her at such a young age, but that he
didn't really BLAME me for it and he wasn't going to kill me, since he knew
that it wasn't really fault. Which, I could tell, was a hard thing for him to
swallow," Trunks added with a chuckle, then sighed. "But then he said
that he knew what it was like, to be carried away by the moment. Did you know
that the first time your mom and dad slept together, they were only like . . .
eighteen?" Pan's eyes widened, stunned
"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Straight-lace Gohan? No way! Heh,
well I won't go into details, since it'd probably gross you out, but suffice to
say it was a major spur of the moment thing and no one even knows about it to
this day except him and Videl, and now me and you I guess. Gohan just shook his
head after he'd told me and then he said something that I'll never forget. He
said true love doesn't always wait around for our convenience, and that you
couldn't always live life by the rules. Life was about taking chances, knowing
when to hold back and knowing when to let go."
Pan was in shock, and stared blindly at the foliage in front of her, at a
loss. She didn't even notice that Trunks came out from his cover and neared her
until she felt his fingers slide back through her bangs. Blinking, she tilted
her head to look up at him and he smirked again.
"He said I could marry you someday, you know," he suddenly
commented. Pan paused, then frowned.
"And you call THAT a proposal?"
At that Trunks grinned, chuckling slightly. Pan didn't resist as he took her
face in his hands, cradling it as he bent. His forehead gently thunked against
hers, noses touching and he stared down into her dark eyes.
"Mm . . . actually, I'd call it . . . more of a promise," he
announced. "We're a little too young yet to be talking about the whole
rice and church stuff. But," he suddenly stressed, one of his hands
sliding down to let the ball of his thumb scrape past and rub at the still
faintly reddened wound on her neck, "if you think you're ever gonna get
away from me again, Panny, you got another thing coming."
With that Trunks tilted his head to the side and seized her mouth, his kiss
intense and slightly rough with suppressed need . . . and yet so very gentle
with intention. Pan felt her whole body go lax then, through with running away.
Her arms slipped up around his neck and she fell slightly into his weight,
returning Trunks's attentions with just as much fervor, if not more.
Somehow they ended up on the ground then, the both of them stretched out on
a soft, grassy hillock near the semi-large, faintly trickling fish pond. In the
very next moment Trunks and Pan managed to loose what small amount of clothing
that they still had on, receding back to that thrilling sensation of skin
against skin with nothing to hinder them or the pleasure that was to be had
this night.
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