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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 14 They seemed to be flying for ages and Videl could feel her strength sapping. The past few weeks of uncertanty were taking their toll, the missed meals, lack of sleep and constant worry all added up and now when she needed her strength the most it was failing her. Gohan noticed Videl's struggle to keep up the pace and while he was driven to get to the place Bulma had shown them on the map he was also concerned for Videl. He slowed his speed a little and flew next to his wife. "Are you okay?" he shouted above the roar of the wind. Videl turned her eyes towards her husband and nodded. "I'm okay, just a little tired. I think everything is starting to catch up with me." "Trunks!" Gohan yelled. "Slow the pace a bit." Trunks turned his head at Gohans voice and instantly saw that Videl was struggling to keep up with them. He slowed and flew next to the pair. "Are you okay?" he asked Videl. Videl nodded. "Just all the stress of the past few weeks. Picked a fine time to hit me hey?" Videl tried to make light of the situation. Trunks reached into his pocket and found an energy bar. He passed it over to Videl. "Here, eat this." Videl took the small item and stared at it. It looked exactly like one of those museli bars but according to the ingredients content it carried more energy producing foods in its small wrapper. She tore it open and began to eat. If they were to succeed in locating Pan she would need all the strength she could muster, and not just physical. It took a few minutes for the energy bar to be absorbed into Videl's system but slowly she could feel her strength return. She smiled at Trunks. "Where the heck do you get those things from?" Trunks smiled back. "My mom *invented* them. I guess she got sick and tired of the grocery bill and all the cooking to keep dad and me satisfied. She needed something that would replace the fuel we burn up when training, kind of like a sensu bean without the healing properties." "I shall have to get the recipe off her." "I'm sure she won't mind." Trunks gave Videl a grin. "I guess you must feel the pinch as well with Gohan and Pan to feed...." He trailed off suddenly realizing what he had said. Videl gave him a small smile but her lips wavered and it didn't reach her eyes. "We will find her." Trunks said as he reached across to squeeze Videl's hand. Videl opted not to reply. All she could do was hope. With her eyes set firmly ahead and the new surge of energy running through her limbs she began to forge ahead, Gohan and Trunks keeping up with her. ~* ~ * ~ * ~ Pan hung up the phone, cutting Bra off intentionally. She knew if she talked to her friend for much longer her resolve would break and she would be in tears in no time, not to mention the fact that she would be likely to spill the details of her whereabouts. No it was much better this way. She exited the small phone booth and began the walk back to the diner, her mind busy with her thoughts. Pausing at a cafe she went inside and ordered a Latte. She sat at the table by the window and stirred a spoonful of sugar into the drink while staring out at the world passing by. She sipped at the hot liquid, feeling the warmth trailing down to her stomach and heating her slightly chilled body. People moved back and forth, shoulders hunched slightly in the nippy breeze that blew over and through them. She began to wonder what they were up to and where they were going. She began to play a game in her head, one she hadn't played in years... since she was a little girl in fact. She would pick out a person in the crowd and invent a life for them based on what they were wearing and the facial expressions they wore. That big man there... he looked like he was an important executive in a large firm. The expensive cut of his suit and gawdy tie screamed director at her. His red face and narrow eyes only added to the picture of a company chief. Pan giggled softly to herself before her eyes fell on a woman in the crowd. This woman looked like a secretary. Her hair pulled into a tight bun, glasses perched on the end of her nose and a three quarter length grey skirt with white blouse and matching grey jacket adorned the stick thin frame. Either that or a school teacher Pan's mind told her, and she had no trouble believing it either given some of her own teachers she had suffered with through school and college. Next to appear under her scrutiny was a younger girl dressed in a bright red skirt and top, hair fluffed around her face and make up over done. Defiantly an office typist she thought. She continued to place people in different categories as she sipped at her coffee. A look at her watch told her she had been sitting there for half an hour, coffee now gone and her mind just wandering. With a sigh she pushed the now empty cup away and stood. It was time to head back to work herself. The lunch time rush would be starting soon and Martha would be in need of her help. She walked to the door and pulled her jacket tighter around her thin frame to keep out the bite of the wind. She stepped out into the crowd and was immediately swallowed up in the moving mass. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The skyline of the city they had been flying towards began to appear on the horizon. It was late afternoon and dusk was fast approaching, they had been flying non stop. Despite the energy bar, Videl was nearing exhaustion and Trunks and Gohan were beginning to feel the effects of the journey themselves. As they flew closer to the city Gohan ran a number of options through his head. They came to the outskirts and he motioned for the other two to follow him and descend. They landed moments later in a small park on the fringe of the city. "We will have to walk the rest of the way." Trunks nodded. "I agree. It won't do to have people spot us flying, could cause more problems than it's worth." Videl said nothing, a red haze floated before her eyes and she leaned against Gohan for support. Gohan wrapped his arm around his wife and looked at her in concern. "I think we should head into the city and find something to eat, Videl is pretty much exhausted and I'm not too crash hot myself." "Okay. I'll contact mom and let her know we have arrived and what the plan is." Trunks said as he reached into his pocket for the small communicator Bulma had given him earlier. He flipped it open and punched in the code then waited while the unit connected. Gohan drew Videl closer to him and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "You okay honey?" "I'll be all right Gohan. I just need to eat something and get a little rest then I will be as good as new." She sidled up at her husband. "I can't rest properly until we find out daughter." "I know. I want to find her just as much as you do, and we will find her. I promise you that." Gohan hugged her closer. "All done." Trunks said breaking the quiet moment. "Let's go get something to eat and work out the next stage from there." The three set off towards the glowing lights and noise of the city. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Pan sat down and rubbed her aching feet. The lunch rush was finished and she was tired. They had been even busier than normal today. She looked up as Martha came over with a steaming bowl of soup and placed it in front of her. "There you go sweetie, get that into you and you will feel better." Pan smiled. "Thanks Martha." She knew better than to protest, Martha was always popping a plate of something before her and encouraging her to eat and no amount of protesting would deter the woman. Pan soon learnt it was easiest to just do as she was told and eat it while it was hot. Even if she argued about it she would still end up eating it only by then it would be cold. She picked up the spoon and began to transport the food from the bowl to her mouth. Martha sat for a moment and watched in silence. The young girl looked tired, her face a little pinched and drawn. She had tried to talk to her but Pan wouldn't give her anymore information than she already had. Then there was the little fact about the baby as well. Pan had at least confided that to her and she felt a sadness in her heart for the girl. She was barely a woman herself and to be expecting a child when she should be out enjoying her life only saddened Martha. With a sigh she got up and went back to the clearing and tidying up. Pan needed her family and friends, not an old greying woman such as herself and Joe... but most of all whether Pan realized it or not she needed her mother. Pan dutifully finished the soup off and took the bowl out the back and placed it in the rack for the dishwasher. She felt a bit better for having eaten. Now if she was lucky she would get to put her feet up and maybe even get a nap in before she came back down to work for the dinner rush. She helped Martha to clear away the last of the dishes and wiped down the benches. She re stocked the coffee machine and place more cartons of milk in the 'fridge. Fetching the large bag of biscuits from the store room she topped up the various biscuit barrels and then checked to make sure everything else was full for the evening shift. Martha watched as she busied herself with filling up the sugar bowls. Pan was a good hard worker, no doubt about it. She just wished they could have met under better circumstances. With everything topped up Pan looked to Martha. "Okay if I knock off now?" "Sure honey. I don't think we are going to get many through this afternoon so go get some rest now, I'll see you at six." Pan smiled. "Thanks." She went back through to the kitchen and removed her apron, hanging it on the back of the door as she went outside. A few moments later she was up the stairs and shutting the door to her apartment behind her. She popped the kettle on to boil and removed her shoes, wriggling her toes in delight at the freedom. The kettle whistled and she poured herself a cup of tea. Carrying it across to the couch she flipped on the small TV set and curled up, a hand resting protectively over her slightly swelling belly. She popped the cup on the small coffee table and lay her head on the cushions, her eyes closed as she stroked her hand over her stomach and smiled softly. "Hey in there." she whispered. "How are you doing so far today? Better than me I hope." Pan smiled to herself. When she was alone like this she often spoke to the child growing within her. For some strange reason it comforted her, she didn't feel so alone. "I wish I could have told your father he was going to be a daddy but that wouldn't be fair." Pan felt a wave of sadness as she thought of Trunks. Trunks.... with his lavender hair, soft blue eyes, gentle touch and strong arms. The tears began to fall as Pan thought of what could have been. Maybe if she had done things differently.... maybe... Pan shook her head. It was no good sitting here and thinking of maybes and what could have beens. She had to face the facts. She was pregnant and alone. At least she had a job and a roof over her head. She knew she needed to save as much money as she could before the baby came. While Martha had told her she would still have her job once the baby was born Pan was no fool. She knew it was going to be hard to try to work as well as look after the little one and she honestly didn't know if she could do it. But she would try. She rubbed her stomach again. "I promise you this my little one... No matter what happens I will protect and care for you." Pan closed her eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep, the babe inside growing steadily, unaware of the situations that continued to plague its mother in the world it would eventually be born into. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Gohan spotted a small cafe and headed for it. He pushed open the door and led Videl and Trunks inside. The warmth of the interior was a welcome change after the chill of the evening air. They each ordered a coffee and then studied the small menu. The waitress brought the steaming cups and set them down on the table before taking the food order. She didn't bat an eyelash but did raise an eyebrow as the three ordered enough food to feed around ten people. She repeated the order back just to make sure she had it right. "That's five hamburgers with the lot, four steak burgers, eight chicken burgers and six extra serves of fries?" "Yes, thank you." Trunks fetched his credit card from his wallet and passed it to the girl, making sure she was aware that he was able to pay and not just placing a hoax order. The girl took the card and went back to the counter, flashing Trunks a big smile. Trunks ignored it, his mind was on the only thing he really cared about right now.... Pan and his child. "Trunks you don't have to..." Gohan was cut off by the wave of Trunks' hand. "I know I don't have to.... I want to." he said quietly. "Thanks Trunks." said Videl. Come to think of it they had left home in such a hurry that she hadn't grabbed her purse and she didn't think that Gohan had his wallet on him either. The waitress returned with Trunks' card and handed it back to him, complete with the receipt. "Your food won't be too long." she smiled and left them in peace. "So what do we do next?" asked Trunks. "I think we locate the phone box first. Once we do that we can begin to search the immediate area and ask in the various shops etc if anyone has seen Pan." said Gohan. "I agree." responded Videl. "We can split into three parties and search for about an hour or so before meeting back up and exchanging information." "Right." Trunks took a mouthful of his coffee. The food arrived shortly afterwards and the three began to eat. Once the plates were clean they sat back and allowed their stomachs a moment to digest and enjoyed another coffee. "I think we had better start again." Gohan said as he stood and stretched his tired muscles. Trunks also stood as did Videl. Videl was suddenly aware of all the aches and pains, having stiffened up a bit from resting. She winced a little as her aching legs were forced to move again and protested. Gritting her teeth she ignored the ache, this was the closest they had come to finding Pan and she wasn't about to let sore muscles stop her now. The trio moved back out into the evening. Night had descended quickly and the soft glow of the street lights illuminated the shop windows and cast shadows along the footpaths. Gohan set off with a purpose to where Bulma had pointed on the map. A short while later they found themselves at the phone box. Gohan took the small map out of his pocket and studied it under the light of the street lamp. "Lets divide this up into three sections. Trunks, you search this section here, Videl, you try this section and I will cover the remainder. Two hours should be enough to get an idea of if she has been here and where she is staying." "Right." "Report any information when you get back. If you have a problem then ring me... I have my cell phone. Otherwise, good luck and try to keep a feel out for Pan's ki." "Okay." Videl reached up and gave Gohan a kiss. "Good luck honey." "We will find her Videl." Gohan looked deep into his wife's eyes. "I promise." "I know." It was all Videl could say. She hoped with all her heart that they could find some trace of Pan, someone who may have seen her or knew her whereabouts. A hand on her arm brought her back to the darkened street, she looked up into Trunks concerned face. "I promise I will do everything I can to find Pan as well, and to right the wrongs I have committed." Trunks said softly. Videl just smiled and the three separated. Trunks felt frustrated. He had been searching for nearly an hour and a half and still had no clue as to where Pan could possibly be. He had spoken to countless people, some helpful and others not. Some said they recalled seeing a girl similar to Pan's description around but couldn't say for sure. Running his hands through his lavender locks he sighed aloud. "Pan.... where are you?" He spotted a diner up ahead and decided to grab a coffee to warm him up a little before going back to the rendezvous point and seeing if Gohan or Videl had managed to have better luck. The door creaked a little as he opened it and stepped into the warmth. The air was hazy and thick with cooking smells and smoke. He glanced around and spotted a vacant stool by the counter. The place was pretty full and he weaved his way through tables and patrons to get to the counter. Finally making it he turned to look for the waitress.... His jaw hit the floor. ~ oOo ~
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