Gohan walked in his house slowly, he spent the hallway night just flying around. His feet echoing with every stepp he made in his house as he went down the whole. A look of disguest 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 un touched, the room dark and empty. He stoped 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 slaming into the wall. The pictures ratiling. A cold draft flew over her body as she looked at him.
Slowly she walked to him and saw him looking into Pan's, than she saw why. Her soft features turned to him as she placed a hands 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 unscared check. Sush a dark crisom color dripping slowly.
"Gohan, what happend?" she said with worry. All he could do was slump against the wall and slid down it. Videl droped to her knee's, a tear rolled down his check. "Gohan, where's Pan?" she asked not knowing if something had happen 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 relieze just what with ment. And for the first time she felt him need her more than ever, her body being crushed against his as she cradeled 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 use to her needing the caring touches and soft words he couldn't believe it was him now. It was her turn to comfert him the only way a wife could.
Pan crindged 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 uderneth it.
"Trunks-san?" she cried out softly as she tried to get up but something, no he grabed her. She flooped back against the bed, the softeness comferting her. Trunks body moving over hers as he pinned her back beneth him .."Yes, SonPan" he said, her name coming off his tounge slowly. So low and deep his voice was, his lips curvering 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, SonPan." he said now lifting his head from her neck and looking at her. His face covering hers as his hair hung around his check bones that defined his manlyness. Pan could feel him breath every breath on her, his mouth coming closer to hers. Her lips parting slightly as he finaly touched them with his and than nibbling on her bottum lip. Pan couldn't take it anymore and quickly darted her tounge in there, intesifing the kiss.
Trunks just locked his jaws against her as he kissed her back. His hands grabing her hips. "Trunks, no."Pan cried softly as she pulled from the kiss. Trunks looked at her, his hands realesing 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 check. "Soon SonPan, 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 lossely as a slight smile curved his lips. "Soon."
Pan sat sternly on her bed, her face crindged at what was getting ready to happen. She didn't know how to haddle this, her body wanting to jult 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 frose 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 bearly a whisper.
"Becausing 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 steped back.
"Please, tousama ..." Pan said holding herself together as he looked at her with now anger and disguest. 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 brake of lashing out at her.
"Daddy, please lisson. 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 where my only child." he said breathing slowly still his vioce saying firm and hatred.. 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 quater saiya-jin just stood there. "Just as I have thought, never again tousama or kaasama will I stnad 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 exstent. Pan hissed through her lips as she brought her arm and slamed against his face. Her hand balled up into a hard fist as the punch hit him hard. She stepped back and reliezed for teh first time she struck her tousama out of anger like that. Gohan just stood there not regersting what had just taken place.
All he could do was watch her walk away, and now for good. He had truely 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 quiverd 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 brunshing his hair as he held a smile on his lips. Yet it was a diffrent smile, a battle smile. She turned over laying on her back, strenching her body out underneth the warmth. She sat up looking again back at Goten, his enter body so perfect.
Sliding a finger down his chest a quick hand grasped it holding it tight as the figure arosse 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 see's us."