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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 5 The phone rang and Videl answered. "Hello." "Hello Videl, It's Bra here. I was wondering if I could speak to Pan please?" Videl's brow furrowed. "I thought she was at your place Bra." "She was here but she errrr.... left." "Bra, what is going on?" "I don't really know. She was talking to Trunks and I think they had a bit of a row. She left in a hurry and was rather upset. I just wanted to talk to her, see if I can help." Videl rubbed absently at a temple. "Well she isn't home yet but I will get her to call you as soon as she gets here." "Thank you. I would appreciate that." "No problem. Bye." "Bye." Bra replaced the receiver and wandered back out into the garden, her thoughts focused on Trunks' words from before. ~ oOo ~ Videl hung up the 'phone and sighed. "Kids!" she thought silently. She guessed in one way they had been lucky with Pan, they hadn't suffered half as much as some of her friends had with a daughter going through adolescence. She knew Pan was sweet on Trunks but was also sensible. So what had happened? And where was Pan now? She guessed she would just have to wait until Pan came home and then try to get her to talk. Videl went back to the kitchen to start the evening's meal. ~ oOo ~ Pan flew aimlessly, the tears still burned in her eyes and she paid no heed to where she was going. Realizing she was probably lost she swooped low and landed by a large lake. She walked to the fringe of trees and sat down, pulling her knees close to her chest she rested her forehead on them and tried to sort through her jumbled mind. Why should Trunks be so cold? The excuse he had given just didn't add up to the person she had known and loved. Her anger surfaced again as she recounted his words... words that degraded her. It was all lies... she knew that. She wasn't the type to throw herself at anyone's feet, let alone the man she adored. The night before now seemed more like a nightmare and Pan shivered. She flopped over onto her stomach as she tried to make sense of it all. She had been a virgin, saving herself for her one true love and last night Trunks had taken that special gift from her. Although she hadn't wanted to go any further than just kissing Trunks had worked his charm to the point where she had been completely blinded by him. He had seemed to be interested in her as more than just one of the 'others' and so reluctantly she gave him what he wanted in the belief that he was ready to try a relationship with her. The Trunks she had witnessed today was something she had never seen before and all her dreams and happiness had vanished with it. Sighing loudly she came to the only conclusion she could. It was obvious from his statement that he didn't want her, that he thought she was just like all the rest, trying to get him to marry her and yes she supposed in one way that was correct. Her dreams had been centred on him and marriage, but not in this way. She had hoped to extend their friendship gradually, working up to dates, spending time getting to know each other as more than the friends she thought they were and hopefully having him fall in love with her. Then came the marriage bit. Her first time was supposed to be tender and loving, an act of ultimate love by giving herself body and soul to the one person she would spend the rest of her life with. So where had it all gone wrong? Try as she might Pan could not figure out just what she had done wrong to cause this obvious resentment. Her mind continued to replay the events of the night before and the more she thought about it the more obvious it became that Trunks had simply taken advantage of her good nature and pressed himself upon her. While she knew the alcohol was probably responsible for the larger part it still didn't excuse his behaviour to her now. All he had had to do was simply apologise to her and their friendship could have continued on the way it always had done. he could have explained his feelings about settling down and she would have accepted that and continued to wait for him until he was ready for further commitment. The way she could see it there was no reason for him to have hurt her like that! The more she dwelt upon this the more angry she became. Angry at Trunks for his blatant refusal to admit he was the one at fault but more angry with herself for allowing it to happen. Rolling onto her back she studied the slowly darkening sky. Well it was obvious from Trunks' earlier statement that he wasn't interested so she made her decision. Blow Trunks, she could do far better than him. Okay she would still remain friends with him for the sake of Bra and the rest of the gang but she wouldn't go out of her way to be particularly nice. There were plenty more boy's out there whom she could date and find that special someone and dammit she would and to hell with mr I'm so perfect. She would show him a thing or two. Let him have the cheap girls who threw themselves at his feet, the air heads that wanted him only for who he was, she Pan would show him she was just as capable of finding true love and being happy and then maybe he would regret what he had done. Seeing the twilight creeping in Pan came from her thoughts with a jolt. She needed to get home, her parents would be worried about her. Guiltily she climbed to her feet and quickly washed her tear streaked face at the edge of the lake. Straightening her slightly rumpled clothes she flew off in the direction of her home. Darkness had settled by the time she finally landed outside her house. She had been a fair distance further away than she had first thought. Swallowing hard she opened the door and steeled herself for the wrath of her parents for being late. Gohan looked up as he heard the front door open. He narrowed his eyes as he observed Pan enter. "Where have you been young lady?" Pan looked up. "Sorry dad. I kinda had some things I needed to work out and forgot all about the time." Gohan had been informed of Bra's phone call by Videl when he got back from his parents place and while he could sympathise to an extent is still didn't make it right that she was so late home. "I suggest that you keep an eye on the time in future. Your mother and I have been worried about you." "I'm sorry dad. It won't happen again." Pan hung her head. Videl, hearing the voices, rushed into the room. "Pan, you're home. Are you all right? I was so worried about you." "I'm fine mom. Just needed a little time to think that's all." "Bra rang earlier for you. She was very concerned and wanted you to ring her back as soon as you came in." "I'll ring her later. I really don't feel like talking to her right now." Videl moved closer to Pan and placed her arms around her shoulders. "What is it honey? Bra said you and Trunks had a bit of a row and you left quite upset." "Mom I'd really rather not talk about it." "Pan, you can talk to me you know. I promise to try to understand." Not wanting to hurt her mothers feelings but not wanting to talk about her problem either Pan tried to figure out the best way to avoid this. "Mom, you know I love you and all that?" Videl nodded. "But this is something I need to figure out by myself. I really can't talk about it at the moment but once I feel ready to you will be the first one I talk to okay?" Videl squeezed her daughters shoulders. "Okay honey. I'll bet your starving. I kept your dinner warm for you." "I'm not hungry." "But Pan, you have to eat something." "Maybe later. I just want to go and take a shower." "Okay then." Pan left the room oblivious to her parents eyes that followed her sad form. Once in her room she collected her pajamas and went to the bathroom locking the door behind her. Videl watched her daughter leave and then turned to her husband. "So what do you think?" Gohan lowered the paper he had been reading and looked at his wife. "Without knowing just what the argument was about there isn't a great deal we can do. Pan will tell us when she is ready. We have to trust her Videl. She's not a child anymore but a young lady and she needs to develop her independence and make her own decisions, even if we don't necessarily approve. She cannot grow if we stifle her. Trust her, she's a sensible girl." Videl smiled and walked over to her husband. She sat in his lap and wound her arms around his neck. "You're a very wise man sometimes Gohan." She kissed his nose. Gohan smiled. "I guess I should thank my mother then for making me study so hard all those years." "You ever considered a career in politics or the like?" "No thanks! Being a lawyer is bad enough. I couldn't begin to imagine all the deception and mud slinging that goes on behind those parliament doors. Besides I don't think they are interested in listening to logic." "I'm sure you could persuade them.... maybe a well placed ki ball." Gohan chuckled. "Now Videl you know perfectly well that is no way to act or how to get what you want." Videl rested her head upon his shoulder. "I hope Pan sorts this out." "She will. We just need to be here to advise her if she asks and support her with whatever she does." "Yes I suppose so. Now would you like a coffee?" "Love one." ~ oOo ~ "Dinner Trunks!" "Coming mom." Trunks stood and went downstairs to the dining room. He nodded to his father as he took his seat. Bra sat opposite him and when he tried to meet her eyes she gave him a 'look' and turned away. Bulma placed the last dish upon the already over full table and took her own seat. "Dig in." she said cheerily. Needing no second invitation everyone helped themselves to the food in the various containers and piled up their plates. Conversation was minimal due to everyone's mouths being occupied for other reasons and Trunks was grateful for that. However when the eating began to slow so the words began to come forth. "Did I see Pan here earlier?" questioned Bulma. "Yeah, she called over to see me." replied Bra. Trunks held his silence. "Did she say if she enjoyed herself last night?" Bulma continued to ask questions, oblivious to the slight tension in the air. "I think so. Trunks would probably know better than me." Trunks winced as the barb hit its target. "Oh? " Bulma looked at Trunks expectantly. Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone seemed to enjoy it." Bulma frowned. Vegeta, although silent picked up on the undercurrent and looked sharply at his son. "You all right boy?" "I'm fine dad, just a little tired." Vegeta humphed. He wasn't fooled. Something was going on between Bra and Trunks. Something he intended to find out. Vegeta wiped his mouth on his napkin and relaxed back into his chair studying his son. Trunks tried his best to remain calm under the scrutiny of his fathers eyes, but it wasn't easy. Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Training room in half an hour." he grunted and then stood. He nodded to Bulma and left the room. Bulma watched him go then turned her attention back to her eldest offspring. "Trunks are you sure you're all right? You have been in your room for most of the day and you're not as talkative as usual. You sure you're not coming down with something?" "A bad case of guilt." muttered Bra under her breath. Bulma didn't hear but Trunks with his sensitive hearing did. He shot a glare at his sister. "I'm fine mom. I think I'm just tired and I had a little too much to drink last night. All I need is a good nights sleep and I'll be back to normal by tomorrow." Bulma accepted this much to Trunks' relief and didn't press the issue any further. She began to clear the table with Bra's assistance. Bra continued to toss nasty glances at Trunks from time to time and when she passed close enough to him she whispered, "You're a bastard Trunks." Trunks' eyes flashed angrily. How dare his sister put all the blame for this on him! He gave her a cold glare and stood. Spinning on his heel he left the room and went to change before meeting with his father in the training room. A few minutes later Trunks sat ready in shorts and tank top. He knew why his father wanted him in the training room, it was the only place they could talk in private. Even Bulma wouldn't disturb them there. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. How the hell had he ended up in this mess? Reluctantly he left the sanctuary of his room and went to meet with his father for what he knew would be a gruelling session. Not physical... mental. Veegta was already there. Bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he shadow boxed. hearing the door open he glanced up and then continued with his exercises. Trunks began to warm up, knowing his father would talk when he was ready. Having given the boy a few minutes to stretch and loosen up Vegeta strolled over to him. "Time for a little one on one." he growled. "Yes father." Trunks crouched into a fighting stance. Vegeta let fly with a barrage of punches, Trunks dodged and blocked and then retaliated with his own. Kicks were aimed and deflected, punches thrown and dodged, hits were aimed and avoided and sweat ran freely. The adrenalin kicked in and a light headedness took over as the two continued their sparring match. Trunks glowered through his sweat soaked bangs at his father. His chest heaved a little as he sucked in air. he hadn't devoted as much time to his training of late and it was beginning to show. Vegeta slammed forward again knocking him to the wall. Following through on the swift attack Vegeta quickly had his son pinned. "Now how about you tell me what is going on." It was a demand, not a question. Trunks stared at his father. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes you do. Don't mess with me boy. I know something happened between you and Kakarott's brat last night. I have eyes and ears boy. My senses are far better tuned than yours and I could smell the scent of sex on you." Trunks slumped in defeat. his father was right, he couldn't hide anything from him. "I really can't remember all that much. I know we went for a walk to clear my head and then next thing we were completely alone and she was there... and available.... and we kissed ... and she wanted more..." Vegeta smirked. "Typical female." he grunted. Trunks heard the words and while his head nodded in agreement his heart cracked a little more. "So I take it she came to see you today to lay claim to you?" Trunks nodded again. "And I take it you refused to be trapped?" Another nod. Vegeta released his son. "Remember our talk son... you're too young yet for settling down. Don't let them trap you with their beguiling ways. Take what they offer, bed them and leave them. You will select your mate in a few years time. It is the way of the Saiya-jins and as you are born of the royal blood line you must be careful of whom you choose." Trunks could only stare at his father, his voice deserting him for the moment. "Good night." Vegeta let Trunks go and left the room. Trunks slipped out a few moments later and went back to his own room, his mind a whirlpool of thoughts. ~ oOo ~
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