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"Stolen Youth"Written By: Debs-Dragon Disclaimer: I don't own the DBZ gang, a rich Japanese man does. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, sap, Lemon, violence, nasty Trunks. Notes: A New Years eve party is in full swing at Capsule Corp. Goten and Trunks sample the punch which gets them drunk. Pan has admired Trunks for some time and when he makes his advances she doesn't resist. What happens destroys her trust and faith? Alone and hurting Pan disappears. Authors Notes: I have taken a few liberties with the timeline. Pan is older in this in order for the story to work, I'm afraid that under age sex is not something I condone and as such I have tweaked the time lines to make all characters of consenting age. :) Feedback: Is craved and adored. "Stolen Youth" January 2003 Debs-dragon Chapter 10 The morning dawned and still no sign of Pan. Videl sat with her head slumped in her arms upon the kitchen table, dark circles under her eyes, skin pinched and drawn. They had called everyone they knew but no one had seen or heard from Pan. Videl was becoming really worried now. Gohan came in and nodded to his wife. His hair was mussed and his eyes also had dark circles under them. He had been out most of the night searching for their daughter but had turned up a blank. "It's time." he said quietly and went to the phone. Videl watched in silence as he dialed the number of the local police. "I wish to file a missing persons report...." Videl moved out of the kitchen and back up to Pan's room. She didn't want to hear her husband discussing the details of Pan's disappearance over the phone. Somehow it made it all seem so ... impersonal, as if they were discussing the weather or something. She sat on the bed and picked up one of Pan's teddy bears. Hugging it close to her chest she turned to stare out the window again, willing her daughter to show up. ~ oOo ~ Marron had spent an uncomfortable night wrestling with her conscience. Finally she made her mind up. She could only gather that Pan must have told her parents about the baby but if she hadn't then Marron felt it was time to tell what she knew just in case. Sighing to herself she got up and dressed, made her bed and went downstairs to greet her parents. The smell of fresh brewed coffee greeted her as she came into the kitchen. "Morning Mom." Marron acknowledged her mothers presence as she helped herself to a cup of the rich liquid. "Sleep well?" asked Juuhachi as she busied herself with making breakfast. "Actually I had a rather restless night. I was worrying about Pan and where she might be." "It seems strange for her to run off like that." Juu thought aloud. "Mom?" "Yes dear?" "Can I talk to you?" "Sure honey. You know you can talk to either myself or your father anytime." Juu poured her own coffee and sat at the table and waited for Marron to begin. "It's about Pan. When she came over here the other day she had some rather serious news..." Marron proceeded to tell her mother what Pan had spoken to her about but omitted the fact that Trunks was the father. In fact she didn't breathe a word about the occurrences at the New Year Party lest her mother put two and two together. "... I did advise her to tell her parents and I guess that's what she did. I take it they reacted badly to the news. Thats the only thing I can think of as to why Pan would pack up and run away." Juu looked thoughtful. "I would have thought that she would only have gone for a little while, you know like she has before, goes away to calm down and then return. But now I'm not so sure." "I'm glad you told me Marron, it's an awful lot to keep to yourself. I can understand your reasons for doing so and I admire your sense of loyalty. I also admire that you are sensible enough to know when to break that confidence." Marron managed a weak smile. "I just hope that by breaking that trust we can find her and she doesn't hate me for it." Juu stood up. "Lets have some breakfast and then I'm going to call Gohan and see if there is anymore news. We will go over there later and have a talk with them about what you know. Okay?" "Sure mom. Whatever you think is right." Marron felt a little better now, the burden having lifted somewhat from her too young shoulders. ~ oOo ~ Pan had flown all night, faster than she had ever flown before. She had covered kilometers in the time and was now quite a distance away from her home. The city she found herself in was a completely new area, and from the looks of it would suit her needs perfectly. She found herself a diner and ordered a much needed coffee. sitting down she picked up a newspaper and began to search through it looking to see what was available in the accommodation department as well as possible jobs. The large homely woman that served her kept a close eye on her and Pan felt herself becoming uncomfortable under the motherly gaze. She continued to scan the paper and noted down a few possibilities. Paying for her coffee she asked if there was a phone she could use. The woman pointed to a small booth in the corner of the diner. Getting some change from the woman Pan began the task of calling the various places she had listed and making appointments to visit. It was frustrating, most of the job's had been filled or they wanted someone with a little more experience, even though they hadn't put that in their ad's. Stepping out of another building Pan sighed and rubbed her weary eyes. This one had gone the same as the others. They took one look at her and deemed her too young. It was the same with the apartments for rent. Despite the fact she had money the rental agencies were reluctant to sign her up to anything. They didn't want to get stung by a young girl who looked way too young to be by herself and was more than likely to either do a runner when the rent was due or skip out completely and leave behind a mess along with outstanding debts. After suffering through the tenth interview Pan still
found herself with no job and no where to live. Add to that the fact
that it was now mid afternoon and things were decidedly looking grim. The same homely woman came to take her order, she could see the fatigue written into every line of the sweet young face but she could also discern the fierce pride as well and so refrained from asking what the child's problem was. She figured the girl would need a shoulder soon and so she would wait. Taking the order she passed it on the cook and made the girl a strong cup of coffee. Pan sipped at the bitter liquid, it wasn't as good as the coffee her mother made but it warmed her and that's what she needed right now, warmth. The large waitress returned a few moments later with a plate laden with fries, salad and a large hamburger. "Eat up honey, you look like you could do with it." She smiled and left Pan to eat in peace. Pan ate, the hamburger tasted delicious and the fries were hot and crispy. She hadn't realized just how hungry she had been. The woman watched the girl from the corner of her eye, biding her time. The diner was fairly quiet, the lunch crowd having left a while ago now, but the evening would be busy. She set about cleaning up and getting ready for the evening rush, picking up the coffee pot she poured a cup for herself and stuck her head through the opening to the kitchen. "Joe, I'm taking five minutes okay." The skinny man looked up from where he was scraping down the grill and nodded. "Out or in?" "I'll be inside." "Okay." Picking up the pot she strolled over to the girl and topped up her cup. She smiled as the girl looked at her with something like gratitude on her face. Returning the pot to the machine she cut two large slices of apple pie and placed them on a plate, each with a huge dollop of cream to keep them company. Balancing the two plates and coffee with ease she strolled back to the girl in the booth and placed them on the table. Without waiting to be invited she sat down and pushed one of the plates towards the girl. Pan frowned slightly as the woman came over and placed the pie and coffee on the table and then proceeded to sit opposite her. When a plate of pie was pushed in her direction she looked up in alarm. "I didn't order this." "I know you didn't honey. My treat, now eat up." Pan stared at her for a moment. "I can't accept." "Yes you can. Look my name is Martha and I'm on a break for a few minutes. I hate to eat alone and you sure look like you could do with a friend at the moment so indulge me and keep me company." Martha smiled warmly, her merry gray eyes twinkled and she exuded an air of friendliness. Pan smiled back. "Thanks." "No problem honey." Martha picked up her fork and began to eat the pie, pausing to sip at her coffee from time to time. She watched the girl carefully, pleased to note she was eating the pie with something like a smile on her face. "So you want to talk about it?" Pan paused for a moment. "I beg your pardon?" "I remember you from this morning, you didn't look all that happy then and now you look positively miserable. Want to tell me what's wrong?" "You wouldn't understand." Pan sighed. "Try me. I have a very sympathetic ear sweetie, you would be surprised how much talking about problems can help to fix them. I'm not saying I will be able to help but the least I can do is listen." Pan put down her fork and stared deep into her coffee cup. Mind made up she raised her eyes to meet the steady gray ones. "I'm trying to find a job and somewhere to live." "Let me guess. No one is hiring unless you have experience and you can't rent anywhere 'cause you don't look old enough to do so." "Got it in a nutshell." Martha smiled. "Life isn't always a bed of roses my dear, quite often it's more thorns than anything." Pan began to cry. The stress and tension of the past twenty four hours along with the knock backs for jobs and accommodation taking there toll. She buried her face in her hands and let the tears fall. Warm arms suddenly embraced her and she found herself sobbing into an ample bosom while she was rocked like a small child and her back was gently stroked. It felt.... comforting. Seeing the tears start to fall Martha was beside the girl in a flash, her size belying her agility. She hugged the girl close and began to rock gently as she soothed the child and waited for the sobs to settle. Pan slowed and the sobs turned to sniffles, somehow she felt better for it. She took the offered tissue and blew her nose. Looking though watery eyes at the woman who had befriended her she whispered a quiet thanks. "No problem honey. Now would you like to tell me the whole story?" Pan felt she could trust this person, Martha had an aura of calm around her and Pan felt herself spilling the whole sordid mess out. Well most of it. She omitted the part of the fight with her parents and the fact that she had run away from home. Martha waited patiently while Pan told her tale of woe. She didn't speak until the girl had finished. She could sense there was still something there that the girl wasn't saying but she let that slide for now. The child needed her trust first and by revealing what she had so far Martha knew it wouldn't be long before she would tell her the rest. She thought for a moment and then spoke in a soft voice. "What's your name honey?" "Pan." "That's a pretty name." Martha smiled as she brushed Pan's bangs away from her tear streaked face. "Pan, I have a proposition for you if you're interested." "Oh?" Pan looked up. "We could really do with an extra pair of hands here at the diner during the rush hour of lunch and dinner if you think you could do it." Pan's face lit up. "You mean it?" "Of course I do. I'll have to check with Joe first but there shouldn't be a problem." "Oh Martha... thanks, that would be great." Martha chuckled. "Don't thank me yet honey, you haven't seen the rush hour." "I'll work really hard, I promise you wont regret it." "There's a small room above the diner, nothing flash but it's livable. You can rent that as well if you want." Pan was speechless. All her problems seemed to disappear at once. Well most of them. She looked at Martha as if she expected her to sprout wings and a wand. "That would be wonderful Martha. I feel like Cinderella who has just found her fairy godmother." Martha laughed. "Wait until after your first shift and you see the room before thinking anything like that." "I don't care. I'm just happy that for once something is going right for me. I'm happy to start right away if you want me to." "Come on then, I'll take you out the back to meet Joe and then upstairs to the room. Don't worry about starting today, tomorrow will be fine, that way you can get yourself settled in and sorted out." Martha stood and picked up the empty cups and plates. Pan grabbed her duffle bag and followed Martha to the kitchen. Inside stood a skinny man, gray hair and wrinkles but the eyes twinkled merrily from underneath the large chef's hat that continuously slipped down. "Joe this is Pan. Pan is going to help out during the lunch and dinner rush, she's also going to rent the room above." "Hi." Pan extended her hand shyly. Joe wiped his hands on his apron and took the offered hand. "Pleased ta meet yer Pan." His voice had a certain drawl to it but it suited him. The handshake was firm yet warm and Pan found herself instantly liking the grizzled man. "Thanks for giving me a job and letting me rent the room." Joe waved her thanks off. "If Martha thinks yer can do the job then I ain't gonna complain. 'Sides, it wouldn't make any difference if I did, she wouldn't take a scrap of notice." he winked at Pan. "That's right Joe, so don't forget it." Martha smiled at the man. "Come on Pan, I'll show you the room and you can take the rest of the afternoon to settle in." Martha moved through the kitchen to the back door and stepped outside. Pan followed along behind. Out in the yard there were several large trash cans, boxes and crates scattered about, there was also a short set of metal steps leading to a door above the lower floor. Martha climbed up them with Pan in tow. Reaching in her pocket she withdrew a key and opened the door. "Joe and I live across there." Martha inclined her head and Pan looked in the direction she indicated. There was a small opening at the rear of the yard that let to the alley way, opposite there was another small opening that led to a backyard and a house. Martha pushed the door open and reached for the light switch. The room was bathed in a warm glow. "Like I said, it ain't large but it's comfortable enough so should serve the purpose." Pan followed her inside and took a look at her new 'home'. It was small as Martha had said but it had a homely feel about it. You stepped straight into the lounge area which had a couch and a couple of chairs. A small table was pushed against one wall with two chairs sat at it and along the rest of the wall was the small kitchen. The kitchen consisted of a sink and bench space with a tiny refrigerator tucked underneath. The stove sat in the corner and the sink had a window above it that overlooked the backyard of the diner. Cupboards lined the wall above as well as a few under the bench. Leading Pan through the small lounge Martha stopped outside of two doors, one straight ahead and one on the left. "Through here is the bathroom." Martha opened the door straight ahead to reveal a small pedestal sink, toilet and shower/bath. "The other is the bedroom." Martha opened the door to the left to reveal a single bed, wardrobe and tall boy. "I'm afraid you will need to do your laundry at the Laundromat down the block but you can always wash out your small's in the sink if you wish." Pan gazed around. She liked it. On impulse she dropped her duffle and enveloped the woman in a bear hug. "Thanks Martha, it's wonderful, I love it." Martha chuckled. "I'll leave you to get settled in then. I have to go back to work but pop down later and I'll feed you okay?" Pan smiled, her first genuine happy smile in days. "Thanks Martha. I will." Martha left after giving Pan the key and returned to work. Pan shut the door and gazed again at her new home. While the Ritz it wasn't it was definitely better than some places she had visited. Taking the duffle bag and wandering through to the bedroom to unpack she thought she would explore a little before taking stock of what she had and what she would need, then a trip to the shops would be in order to stock up on things. Humming to herself Pan set about the task of making her new abode into a home. ~ oOo ~
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