Liaisons

Liaisons



A new life



When pride is all that is left after the hurt is gone, the mind does strange things to a man… Old arguments seem pathetic…. Vegeta often spoke about pride but this was different it was a sour lemon for Trunks. I am proud thought Trunks, proud to be a Saiyan, but Trunks wondered if that was the misconception…. Saiyan were a Pride. That was probably a more fitting description… They were animals; or were it the upwelling joy in ones own self; Pride? It was more like debauchery:



Trunks mind was in overload- he was trying to put words for how he was feeling. Weeks had slipped by since that evening with Pan and he had not seen or heard from her. Neither had he called back on Monica. He mused about how he thought things would get back to normal like before when he left on the search for the black star Dragonballs- and he was willing to live with that, willing to live for many things…But his pride had kept him from too many of those thing he was willing to live for willing to do for that normalcy… His pride had kept him and Pan apart; though he argued her age was the problem. That did not stop him from making extreme advances though. He thought by not taking it too far he would be absolved form the havoc he created, but it really boiled down to pride… Which caused her more pain and frustration… he hurt her- that was far more reaching than anything was… He had no idea what to do about it either….



Lust did not interfere- she had not acted like a child or a young girl- he had no excuse to give…and if he was not so concerned for her he would feel sorry for himself, but thankfully he wasn’t being so selfish…. Pan had acted quite mature, and his excuse over her age seemed to fly away as she had…he almost did not know what to do except wait- wait for another time when he could approach Pan in a mature way- if she would consider him, he would wait until approach her without causing pain or disbelief. Trunks knew then just how much damage he had done to their friendship… Trunks had taken too much advantage- and put her down… The Monica plan had backfired and it was a slap in the face. Pan was Saiyan and thus had the same Pride as he, if not more. More deserving… If only he would have not been so concerned with what everyone else would said about his attraction to the young demi-. Trunks was always worried about his reputation. They could have been happy….



However, no the ‘Not Pan’ would mock him, as he had been unwilling to see her as she really was. How blind; but the crux was she was still too young…



However, the nagging thing was this did not stop Bra and Goten….but they were both ½ Saiyan… and Bra had always appeared more mature…. more worldly… and Goten naive… this still didn’t change the predicament he found himself in. Trunks sighed and finally slept... he had spent too much time wondering …



4 months later…



Melancholy could only last so long, especially with someone like Pan… though her heart felt heavy and she missed Trunks and Bra she did not need to punish herself with those two. It had been a queer time preparing for her final year at school, high school, and she was changing into the young adult that would stand out, but not in a Saiyan type way…. She really needed to round out herself to be able to live in both worlds….



She was human and did live on earth…. Pan could not to let Vegeta know but being Saiyan was not the only thing she had to live for though she perfected those way eons ago…. He was more than a sensei he had grounded her…and besides her family was the only Saiyan she saw anymore. It was good that Goten had occupied so much of Bra’s time that she knew Bra had not missed their girl times…



Pan shook off the last girl time they had and fought to remind herself it was a ruse… That Bra was just a minx…



She reminded herself again it was well that Goten was preoccupying Bra’s time, but Pan didn’t care what occupied Trunks… she could sometimes feel his Ki- sparring- but all other feelings were kept deadened... she needed to heal and live.



Pan had an ache though, for something to fill that emptiness that never seemed to ease. Thus, she began to do things she never usually would. Pan began to interact with kids form her school.



To her surprise found she was becoming quite friendly with a mix of friends whom before were just some nice kids she knew. Pan could not spar with them, however, girl talk was right up her ally and flirting for the first time with humans was more entertaining then she had previously realized. Being a tough anti social fighter was tiresome. In short, she was having fun without being a world hero.



Ironically, this pleased her sensei even more than he would lead on. This surprised Vegeta. However, Pan was more focused than before and had begun to enjoy her training now that she was enjoying life…. This reminded the Prince of Kakarot… this pleased Pan to know this- Life could only get better….As it were- Ryan, an unassuming boy of 18, was about to find out.



Pan realized that her pixie haircut actually sited her personality, and decided to keep it short. Surprisingly, it added an appeal: she was compact, strong athletic and growing more beautiful or so Ryan thought.



Pan had found excitement, a life and a place in that life. It was amazing how normality could be exciting. Furthermore, things that adolescences get preoccupied in coursed through her like an aphrodisiac. She could see that Ryan was hot, for a boy her age. Once did not have to be an Adonis to be pleasant to look at. Saiyan’s were just inherently physical; Ryan was a well-put together 18-year young man and seemed very devoted to Pan.



Pan noted how his kisses were appealing and touches innocent but thrilling. He made her feel dangerous but safe at the same time… This was what she needed… there was nothing better.



It wasn’t that Pan was being a bad girl, or a slut but she was highly curious and wanted that feeling he gave her, but needed it to be more, stronger...all consuming. Her illusionary dream of Trunks was just that an illusion …He had too much to lose and Pan did not need to be a part of that… She had nothing to lose except her virginity and with what she felt was anything worthwhile, she held no misconceptions. She did not plan to marry anytime soon, but yes, she wanted to have sex and lots of it… sex and more sex… she only hoped she like it…



Her best friend would not, could not cooperate. He had too many issues. Bra too- it was a good thing Goten came to his senses and corralled Bra when he did…



Pan’s POV



Learning how to let things go, even her dearest and closest friends, was in her opinion was strange. Sometimes, she thought, people go through life moving along in everyday occurrences- living with family and friends and bam--- someth8ing changes in the routine. New interest evolve and you can\'t remember when or what you have been doing months before… as if the old routine was a distant memory



Unfortunately, when this phenomenon included family … it only took one gathering and that old routine that old life pulls you back into the fold…. thus so easy to fall back into all your old ways again…



Now Pan had two forces working against her… Your old friends and family and the new ones…. Therefore, it happened…



Bulma, bless her heart had caught her daughter in a compromising situation. Goten in her bedroom and amidst the beating he got from Vegeta on principal and the Chichi syndrome; The Briefs and Son’s were throwing a party – a celebration. Nothing too big mind you, Corny and Romantic… Bulma had some crazy idea about how her children were supposed to behave and Chichi agreed….



Pan was fixing her appearance. She loved the way she could mess her hair and it settled perfectly. Since her eyes were dark, she only lined them and added clear mascara. A light blushing and lip-gloss finished her face. Her skin glowed naturally. Deciding to please herself, she indulged in a pair of diamond studs… he father had to pierce her ears for… As far as her clothes, she opted to forgo her baggy cargos for a retro mini denim skirt, complimented by black stretch cotton off the shoulder T. Complete with her black ballerina Nikes she humped; happily, she did not look Tomboyish. For a last touch sprayed on her perfume, Be Delicious. She giggled loving the apple scent.



Happily, she left her room floating down her stairs... she could see her happy reflections in her parents eyes…



“Why Pan you look adorable.” Her mother claimed. Pans’ mood was too good to be bothered by her mothers gushing.



Gohan kissed her cheek and when he began to comment about her fragrance, the doorbell rang…



She waved to her parents, promising to see them later at the Briefs.



Ryan looked cool and hip. Cool as in fresh. He wore some black jeans and a nice dress T-shirt. Thank Kami this was not a formal gathering, Pan amused. Another followed that thought, Prom was not far off and she knew Ryan was going to ask her. Moreover, she knew she wanted to go. Even if it meant a real dress. In addition, she knew what kind of night she wanted to have…



AT CC



At first Trunks was excited. Pan was coming over and when he saw her, his heart jumped. Something he noted as a faded pleasant memory. However, she was not alone- and what he saw he could not fathom what that made him feel. He was jealous. As introductions were made he could not trust his voice, he could feel his saliva choking him, causing him to dash for the other room to get a drink. He hid in the kitchen counting backwards- five –four- three- two- one.



This was ridiculous he reprimanded himself. Why should one of the strongest beings in the Universe hide? Dende chose not to answer him. On some basal level, he felt betrayed. Pan was a turncoat. A surprising part of wanted to snuff the kid out…. Squeeze his head off his shoulders… and then was felt foolish. It was shameful to want to destroy a non-power Ki boy…



This battle raged while his mind niggled over how Pan looked. She was such a young woman. Moreover, this stirred a fire he had tried to bury more ties than he could remember. Lastly the rage built over how he felt. He was consumed by the fact that Pan should only look this way for him... This feeling he knew well. It tormented him for years… She was his to love die or hate as he wished. It scared him to feel openly to an extent for Pan. This had played on him since before the Tour and stronger since he realized when it had become apparent … That Parasite had made him see feel things about Pan that … Bebi had done more evil than good. It led him to feel the weakness for Pan …



Oh Fucking Kami. Frustration built as Trunks argued and sputtered.



Wisely, no one went into where the young Prince was. Everyone could feel his Ki everywhere. Pan questioned his reactions; could not act upon it but she knew she could absolve him of the problem. Even though if she was not sure why he was so powered up. Nevertheless, she would not show an outward concern. This was not her problem anymore. Even the curious glances form the family made her conscience of their concern. When Pan steered clear from Trunks off moods it was usually her fault. This clear indication to them was that Pan had caused Trunks mood, but it was not obvious as what….Normal was normal. Trunks avoided them all and Pan was the reason…. These things were silently understood as common place among the families….



Except Bra and knowingly Vegeta….



Even in Bra’s excitement in the circumstances that brought everyone, she loved to celebrate; even as the center of attention; she realized that Trunks was reacting badly to Pan’s company. However, Bra felt he was deserving of this. She was mixed in her feeling- happy for Pan yet sad about the whole affair. It was Trunks own fault.



Dare Bra interfere again? Yes!



Making her way to the kitchen, noticing that Goten recognized her destination, but he let her go….



Trunks sat quietly debating with himself.



“You know all you really need to do is present yourself as a better choice.” She told him with no preamble.



Aqua eyes meet aqua ones



“It’s not what you think, nor is it that easy…” he replied sounding miserable.



She sighed, they were so much alike- Pan and Trunks. Bra tried one last time, “she is growing up- this is her last few months at school… it wouldn’t be so awkward – and you don’t look anything over 25.”



Age: the reasonable question. He didn’t look so old he would not for a long time… could that help?



Never mind he thought he waved Bra away not wanting to talk about it with her. He needed to think



Bra knew she hit on something- how could she not. She left feeling satisfied maybe her methods were getting better all the time.



Goten smiled when Bra reappeared… the rest of their night went beautifully….