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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 15
Gohan returned to the pre arranged meeting place. He hadn't been able to locate Pan at all. A few people had recalled seeing someone that fitted her description but that was all they could tell Gohan. Knowing he was so near and yet so far served only to frustrate him more. He looked up as he saw Videl coming down the street from the opposite direction. Maybe she had some better news. Videl could see Gohan waiting for her and noted the grim expression on his face. Seemed that he hadn't had any luck either. "Any news?" she asked as she drew close. "No. A few people seem to think they saw someone of her description but couldn't tell me anymore." "Same here." sighed Videl. She found herself pulled into the warm embrace of her husband. Gohan held Videl close to him, drawing strength from the contact. "We will find her. We have to." he said quietly. "I know Gohan, but this is a big city. She could be anywhere." "Trunks still has to report in, maybe he has had better luck." "I hope so." "Let's go sit over there and wait for him." said Gohan as he pointed to a bench by a bus stop. "He shouldn't be too much longer." Videl allowed herself to be pulled down the street a little and sat upon the hard wood of the bench. Gohan sat next to her and she wearily rested her head upon his shoulder. Her heart was torn in two, to be so close and yet so far.... Gohan continued to scan the street for any sign of Trunks and found none. He frowned as he looked at his watch. Trunks should have been back by now. He decided to give him another fifteen minutes before calling him on the cell phone. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Trunks stared through the haze of the diner. Pan. It had to be her. No one else had that same fall of dark hair, slim figure and quiet grace. His heart skipped a few beats as he realized she hadn't seen him yet. Judging by her outfit she worked here at the diner. She was currently standing at a table and laughing with a couple of customers, her hands held a pad and pencil and Trunks could just see the slight swell of her stomach underneath the uniform. Trunks continued to watch as she left the table and approached the counter he was sitting at. He swallowed... hard. His mouth suddenly dry. Pan finished taking the order and walked back towards the counter. They were in the middle of the dinner rush and she was so busy she hadn't had time to scratch herself. Not really taking much notice of the people around her she finished scribbling and tore the piece of paper from the pad and passed it through the small window to Joe. "Order Joe." she called out. Joe took the paper and slotted it with the others. "Twenty's order will be up in two." he called back. "Thanks." Pan picked up some cutlery and placed it ready by the small window. She turned and without really looking wandered down the counter to where her brain had registered a new customer had sat. Trunks watched carefully as Pan made her way towards him. He could see that the girl, while looking where she was going, wasn't really focussed on her immediate surroundings. She stopped in front of him but didn't look up. "What can I get for you sir?" she asked, and then raised her eyes slowly. "I'd really like to talk to you." came the soft reply. Her eyes suddenly snapped up and widened. "T.. T... Trunks?" she stammered as she felt her knees go weak, the world spin and blackness invade her mind. Trunks shot across the counter just as Pan buckled. He managed to catch her before she hit the floor. He looked up as a large woman came bustling over, concern in every line of her face. "Oh my. What happened? Is she okay?" "She's just fainted Ma'am. I think it was shock." "Shock?" Martha looked at Trunks. "What do you mean by that? And who are you?" Trunks sighed. "My name is Trunks Briefs. I am a friend of Pan's. We, that is, her parents and I have been worried sick about her and have been looking for her everywhere. I think the shock of suddenly seeing me caused her to faint." Trunks still cradled Pan in his arms. "Errr... I don't suppose you have anywhere I could lay her down do you?" "Of course." Martha still regarded Trunks warily but she could also see he seemed genuine. "Follow me." Trunks followed the woman through the kitchen and out the back. They stopped at the base of a staircase. "She rents the room above from Joe and me. Here's a key. Take her up there and lay her on the couch, I'll just let Joe know what's happened and get Suzie to cover for us for a moment." "Thanks." Trunks shifted Pan slightly so he could take the key Martha offered him. "I'll be right up." Martha said with a meaningful look. "I'd appreciate it." Trunks replied. Martha went back into the diner to arrange a temporary replacement while Trunks carried Pan upstairs to the door of her apartment. Shuffling his hand around he was able to slot the key in the lock and open the door. His eyes raked over the small apartment and a smile played on his lips. Pan's touches were everywhere. Somehow she had made this small space into her own. Spying the couch Trunks strode towards it and lay Pan gently down. Trunks placed a couple of cushions under her feet and raised her legs a little. Locating the bathroom he fetched a cloth dampened with cold water and placed it upon her forehead. He looked around the place while he tended to Pan and then with a jolt realized the time. He should have met up with Videl and Gohan fifteen minutes ago. Shit! Reaching for his cell phone he was about to make the call when he realized he didn't know the name or address of where he was. Martha chose that moment to reappear. Martha entered quietly but her eyes missed nothing. She noted with a small smile that the young man had taken care of Pan and while the girl was still unconscious she was at least comfortable. "I don't suppose you could tell me where we are?" Trunks asked politely. Martha's eyes narrowed. Trunks indicated his cell phone. "Her parents are here in the city with me. We have been searching for her and I was supposed to meet up with them twenty minutes ago. I need to contact them to let them know I have found her and where we are." Martha quickly gave him the address and Trunks placed the call while Martha busied herself making a pot of tea and keeping a watchful eye on the girl she had come to think of as her own. ~ * ~ The shrill ring of the cell phone caused Gohan to jump and nearly drop the small gadget. He scrabbled frantically for it and flipped it open. "Trunks? Is that you? Where the hell are you and what's going on?" Videl could hear the sound of Trunks' voice faintly on the other end of the call. She allowed herself a small glimmer of hope. "Right, I see. Okay. Just stay there we will find you. Is she okay? Hmmmmm. No, no, just make sure you keep your ki up and we will locate you that way. We will be there soon." Gohan closed the small device and looked into his wife's hopeful eyes. "Trunks has found her." A huge smile spread over his face only to be outshone by Videl's smile. "Where is she? Is she okay?" "She's across town a bit, Trunks said he found her working in a diner. Appears she fainted when she saw him but she's okay." he added hastily as he saw the concern cross Videl's face. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going, I need to find my baby." Videl stood and tugged Gohan to his feet. They quickly departed for the opposite side of town, Gohan's senses keen and alert for Trunks' ki. ~ * ~ Pan slowly became aware of her surroundings as the black fog in her head cleared. What had happened? she thought to herself. The soft murmur of voices drew her to full consciousness and the memory of what happened hit her. Trunks. Trunks had shown up in the diner. Trunks had found her. She frowned. That wasn't supposed to happen. Her eyes slowly opened and as her vision returned she could see Trunks sitting in one of the battered chairs talking to Martha. Trunks caught the flutter of Pan's eyes and instantly turned his head. "She's awake." he said softly to Martha as he rose and went to the couch. Martha was right behind him. She reached down and took the cloth from Pan's forehead. "How do you feel honey?" Pan looked up. "Okay I guess." She went to sit up only to be pushed gently back down. "No you don't. You've had a shock and need to stay lying down for a bit." Martha said in her homely voice. "But the diner.... the rush..." "All taken care of so don't worry your pretty head about it." Pan flopped back down. Secretly she was glad to lie there, her body feeling more than a little weak and dizziness playing with her head. Trunks continued to hover in the background, concerned for Pan but unsure what he should do. "There's a young man here that is worried about you Pan. He say's he has been looking for you for a while now." Martha leaned in close and whispered. "He ain't that bad looking either honey." Pan couldn't help the small smile from playing on her lips. Trust Martha to make light of the situation. "I take it you know him them?" Pan nodded. "He wants to talk to you." Pan nodded again. "I'll stay right here in the room but I promise not to eaves drop okay?" "Thanks Martha." Martha smiled and ran a calloused hand over Pan's cheek. "I'll be in the kitchen getting us all a nice cup of tea." Pan couldn't help the grin. That seemed to be Martha's idea of solving any problem... a nice cup of tea. But Pan had to agree. There was something about sitting with a cup of tea that helped to clear the head and make all your troubles clear and easier to solve. Martha turned and looked at Trunks. "She's ready to talk to you but you just be careful what you say." Martha gave him her best glare. "I don't want her health suffering because of anything you may say." Trunks looked at her. For a woman of her age and stature she posed no threat to Trunks and his far superior strength, but somehow she intimidated him and Trunks found himself meekly obeying orders. He moved to the couch and crouched down to better see Pan and talk. "Hey there." he said softly, unsure of how to approach this. Pan looked back at him. She was determined not to cry. She had her own life now, one she was making for just her and her baby. She didn't need him coming back into it and gloating over his conquest. Feeling a little bolder that Pan hadn't rejected him outright Trunks tried again, vainly searching for the words he knew he had to speak to try to clear this mess up. "Pan.... I guess I just don't know where to start." Trunks looked at her, pleading with his eyes for her to listen to him and believe that what he was saying was true. "I've been a total jerk." "Well that's a start." thought Pan. "I want you to know that what happened.... what I did.... " Trunks sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Pan, I'm sorry. I had no right to take advantage of you. I was a fool and I should have listened to you when you asked me to stop. Instead I followed my fathers teachings thinking it was the right thing to do. I should have listened to my own common sense and my heart. I knew it was wrong... I knew I should have stopped and by blaming my fathers teachings it gives me a way to excuse my actions. But in reality that is a lie. I really have no excuse and I will not hide behind my fathers words. I am a man and as such I should have listened to my conscience. I knew it was wrong and I am deeply sorry for that. I have no excuse Pan, other than being a complete fool." Trunks looked deep into Pan's dark eyes. "I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could ever see it in your heart to forgive me?" Pan shifted her eyes. Here she had Trunks apologizing to her for his mistakes, admitting finally that he was the one at fault and what was she going to do about it? Pan sighed. While she desperately wanted to forgive him, she wasn't sure that she could. "Please Pan. I need for you to listen to me and I will try to explain everything to you. I know you weren't like the others, god knows I should have seen it then, but I didn't. I let my lust take over and rule my common sense. I know that no amount of saying sorry will ever make it up to you, give you back what I took from you but please believe me when I say I am truly sorry and would do anything to turn back the clock and make it all right again." "I really think we need to sit down and talk about this properly Trunks. I am willing to listen to you but only if you tell me the whole truth, not some condensed version or skip over details. Right now I don't think I can forgive you." She noted the look of pain pass through those blue eyes and continued. "But maybe, just maybe I will be able to soon." Trunks gave her a small smile and went to touch her hand. Pan withdrew her hand and his eyes dropped in disappointment. "I said I was willing to listen Trunks. I didn't say I was ready to trust you." "I guess I deserved that." The conversation was prevented from going any further as a noise outside signified the arrival of Gohan and Videl. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
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