By: Sassy Bulma-san
Chapter Ten
Gohan walked in his house slowly, he spent the whole night just flying around. His feet echoing with every step he made in his house as he went down the hallway. A look of disgust spreading over his face, his eyes dark with pain and anger.
He looked to the right seeing the door open to her room, Pan's room. The bed untouched, the room dark and empty. He stopped to just soak it in, all what his eyes had saw last night. Never again would it be the same, never again would he look at her the same, or him. His smug deepening at the thought of him.
Videl walked out into the hallway to see her husband clench his fist, leaning against the wall his right hand slamming into the wall. The pictures rattling. A cold draft flew over her body as she looked at him.
Slowly she walked to him and saw him looking into Pan's room, then she saw why. Her soft features turned to him as she placed a hand on his cheek. His eyes flinched a bit, and she quickly removed it to see some dried blood there mixed with new fresh blood pouring out of his unscarred cheek. Such a dark crimson color dripping slowly.
"Gohan, what happened?" she said with worry. All he could do was slump against the wall and slid down it. Videl dropped to her knee's, a tear rolled down his cheek. "Gohan, where's Pan?" she asked not knowing if something had happened again.
He looked up at her, hurt written all over, "She's with Trunks." he said sternly with hatred. Videl could only stare at him, the way he said with made her realize just what with meant. And for the first time she felt him need her more than ever, her body being crushed against his as she cradled his head into her chest. A tear coming down his face onto her chest, wetting the cloth that covered her.
For the first time, Gohan had cried before Videl out of hurt. So used to her needing the caring touches and soft words he couldn't believe it was him now. It was her turn to comfort him the only way a wife could.
Pan cringed at new feeling invading her body. Her eyes darting open and seeing a hand clamped around her waist pressing on her stomach, pulling her against something soft with hardness underneath it.
"Trunks-san?" she cried out softly as she tried to get up but something, no he grabbed her. She flopped back against the bed, the softness comforting her. Trunks’ body moving over hers as he pinned her back beneath him ..
"Yes, Son Pan" he said, her name coming off his tongue slowly. So low and deep his voice was, his lips curving into a smirking smile that showed pride and victory.
"Trunks..." she all but horsed back out, her hands holding his face as he grounded his hips against hers. ..."Where do we go now?" she said looking in those eyes that told her everything. So confused she was, only knowing that he was hers now and that there was no more running from it.
"I don't know Pan, and I don't want to know." he said into her as he rubbed his nose against the mark on her neck, reminding her that she was his.
"Oh, Trunks..." Pan said back to him in his mind as she cooed his name.
"Your mine, Son Pan." he said now lifting his head from her neck and looking at her. His face covering hers as his hair hung around his cheek bones that defined his manliness. Pan could feel him breathe every breath on her, his mouth coming closer to hers. Her lips parting slightly as he finally touched them with his and than nibbling on her bottom lip. Pan couldn't take it anymore and quickly darted her tongue in there, intensifying the kiss.
Trunks just locked his jaw against her as he kissed her back. His hands grabbing her hips.
"Trunks, no." Pan cried softly as she pulled from the kiss. Trunks looked at her, his hands releasing her hips and laying them back down. He pulled up from her, sitting on top of her.
Trunks looked down at her, her hips where bruised of hand prints and also the top of her arms. The insides of her legs red and scratched. His mouth open slightly as his eyes looked into hers wanting to say something. Pan simple held a finger to his lips.
"Oh Trunks, don't be." she said knowing and feeling what he was going to say. "I have to go now though. Come for me later." she said smiling at him.
Junana-gou sat silently rubbing a piece of cloth against his cheek. "Soon Son Pan, you will be mine for the taking. You will be at my side, or wither and die before me." he said holding the orange bandana loosely as a slight smile curved his lips. "Soon."
Pan sat sternly on her bed, her face cringed at what was getting ready to happen. She didn't know how to handle this, her body wanting to jolt out and run back in his arms, Trunks’ arms. But no, this was her battle and she would not turn it down. She had snuck in her house through her window, waiting before going out and facing her parents. And now it was time.
Slowly she got up and walked out, each step she took with a breath before reaching the main room where her Tousama sat in a chair. Her Kaasama standing behind him, they had been waiting on her to come out. He looked at her, so sad. Pan froze as she looked back at him. "Tousama, I.." she said softly.
"Why Pan, why?" was all he could say, his eyes soft and his voice barely a whisper.
"Because I was dieing, Tousama, without him, and he was tired of running from his fears of me dieing if he stayed with me." Pan said softly walking up to him. Her hand touching his shoulder as he flinched from her. Pan stepped back.
"Please, Tousama ..." Pan said holding herself together as he looked at her with now anger and disgust. A look she had never seen him give her. Gohan could only look at her and say,
"You are only sixteen, your are still but a child!" His voice so firm as if on the brink of lashing out at her.
"Daddy, please listen. I'm not your little girl anymore! I gave myself to Trunks. Our bond is set and I belong to him and he belongs to me! " Pan said gathering her strength to face her Tousama once and for all, and now was the time. Her voice raised and steady at this statement .
"Pan you were my only child." he said breathing slowly still his voice saying firm and haste.
Pan walked back to him, "Please Tousama, look." she said sternly looking in another direction as she pulled the neck line over a bit to show him. Gohan could only look, Trunks had marked her.
"Pan..." he said as she turned to face him dropping her hand back down. .."did you mark him as well?" he questioned her.
Pan nodded her head.
"Pan!" her Kaasama’s voice finally stepping into this. "You are only sixteen, nothing less of a child, nothing more than a woman. How do you know what you feel is real, what if you have just bonded yourself to him to only not love him in the end?!" she said now standing text to Gohan.
"Look, I know you hate him. But what about me now?" Pan barked back at her parents. "Well answer me!" Pan yelled at last not caring anymore.
Videl couldn't believe what she said, or what she did. Her hand flew across Pan's face, but did nothing as the quarter Saiya-jin just stood there. "Just as I have thought, never again Tousama or Kaasama will I stand here before you to ask you again." Pan said, her eyes focused hard and her voice steady as a rock. Pan turned around and started to walk away, her arm being jerked back as Gohan held her tightly.
"Don't you dare walk out of here!" he said growling to his full extent. Pan hissed through her lips as she brought her arm and slammed against his face. Her hand balled up into a hard fist as the punch hit him hard. She stepped back and realized for the first time she struck her Tousama out of anger like that. Gohan just stood there not registering what had just taken place.
All he could do was watch her walk away, and now for good. He had truly lost her for good now.
Two figures lay slumped against the forest ground, content within each others arms. Knowing nothing around them as their slumber still contained them in the brightness of the day.
Bra's body quivered with fear as a draft flew over her, her hands now clutching the one before her. Her legs curling up as her body tensed. "Goten!” her mind screamed in agony of a pain so great words could be of no use.
Bra's eyes flashed open, she looked before her and saw him. Her heart resting a beat, a finger brushing his hair as he held a smile on his lips. Yet it was a different smile, a battle smile. She turned over laying on her back, stretching her body out underneath the warmth. She sat up looking again back at Goten, his entire body so perfect.
Sliding a finger down his chest a quick hand grasped it holding it tight as the figure arose with a smile. Bra just looked at him, "Goten." He wasted no time, pressing his lips against hers now holding her entire hand. Letting his fingers lace with hers.
Just as Goten felt himself wanting to push her down and take her again, over
and over she pulled back. "We have to go before someone sees us."