Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You Will Be Mine ❯ So long before this night is gone ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10 So long before this night is gone “A girlfriend?!” Bra’s voice sounded dull through the thick door, but the anger was unmistakable. “Yes. She’s coming by for a while tonight. Do you think you could refrain from giving me that look as long as she’s here?” “I am not going to refrain from anything. Trunks, you idiot, what the hell are you doing? I thought you and Pan –” “There is nothing between me and Pan because I have a girlfriend. We’ve dated for months.” “Then what the hell have you been doing with Pan?!” “Playing a game that she started and making some huge mistakes in the process. Listen, Bra, you and I both know that I don’t want to be with her like that. I –” “Oh, stuff it. I am so sick and tired of you two idiots!” The door slammed open and Bra stalked out, frustration radiating from her form. She strode to her air car, jumped in and burst away. Her brother stood in the doorway for a moment, looking after her. He then sighed and carefully shut the door. ooooooo Pan closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her head. The cool night air did nothing to soothe her. She was sitting on the canopy, suppressing her ki and feeling very much the stalker. Why she had come to Capsule Corps. again, she did not know. She didn’t want to see Trunks. She didn’t want to see anyone, for that matter. She felt hurt, betrayed, frustrated, jealous and because of all that, still so angry. She had been flying aimlessly about for a while and somehow ended up at the huge dome once more, only to catch the discussion her friends had behind the front door. She must be a masochist. Why couldn’t she just leave him be? He wasn’t worth all this pain. But then there always was that feeling low in her stomach, that little voice in the back of her head that told her that he was, otherwise she would never have gotten into this mess. It was easy to forget about their friendship when he kept on hurting her, and she did not know how much she still believed in that friendship. However, she knew that he had been a good friend and would be a better mate. Only she would never get to experience that, now would she? She smirked as she envisioned Vegeta’s reply to that. The man had accused her of running away, giving up, had told her she was not worthy if she would not fight for his son. He was right, of course, but she simply saw no chance of succeeding. She could not make Trunks love her, especially not when he was all set on Katu. He did not want her, little Son Pan, always the friend. Vegeta had said that no Saiyan male would be immune to her ‘charms’ – she coughed, grimacing. That meant that Trunks had felt something for her. It meant the burning passion between them had not been a dream. However, it also meant that he had been acting entirely on hormones. Nothing of it had been real. That hurt almost as much as the fact that he had a girlfriend. If they had both been human, he would never have shown any interest in her. He would never have wanted to kiss her. He would never even have considered the possibility of mating her. The entirety of his feelings for her was based on the fact that she was the only Saiyan woman available to him. He only reacted to her because her heritage called to him. She angrily chewed on the inside of her cheeks, biting back the tears that were threatening to spill. Pathetic, that was what she was: pathetic and weak. No wonder he did not want her. ooooooo An air car landed on the lane, the bright lamps startling her from her thoughts. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the change in light and she saw a young woman exit the car and lock it. Without thinking, Pan jumped from the canopy on the ground and walked towards her. The woman’s hair was long and dark, she noticed, almost as dark as her own. It was bound in a ponytail that bounced up and down as the woman turned around, looking at Pan in surprise. “Hello,” she said, her voice uncertain. She was wearing jeans and a long coat, a decent look that showed off her nice figure pretty well. Too well, Pan decided, glancing at her own baggy trousers. The woman was very pretty, with delicate features and large, almond-shaped eyes, and Pan guessed that she was in her middle or late twenties. She realised she had been staring and she frowned, shaking her head. “You’re Katu?” she asked. The woman nodded, her eyebrows raised. “And you – wait, are you Trunks’ sister?” Pan let out a sharp laugh, startling the other. “Almost. I’m Pan.” She smirked. “Didn’t he tell you about me? I’m the girl he all but fucked yesterday.” Katu’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping slightly open. “Excuse me?” Pan’s grin turned malicious. “I’m sorry, I don’t suppose he mentioned me.” The other woman was scared, now, she noticed with a bitter kind of satisfaction. Katu was looking at the house as if she expected someone to come out and save her from the freak girl, or perhaps she was estimating the distance from her car to the front door. She was braver than expected, Pan had to admit. “I’m sorry, I need to see him,” she said, her voice clear and almost stern, and she made to walk past the quarter Saiyan. “No, you don’t,” Pan said, and moved in the other’s way. Katu’s eyes grew wider, but she stood her ground. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I ask you to simply let me go inside and see my boyfriend. If – ” She never finished her sentence, because in one furious, ridiculous moment, Pan had punched her square in the face, golden fire bursting up around her. Katu’s head flew back and hit the air car with a sickening thud. She slowly dropped down, not making any sound. Pan stared at the unconscious woman, panting heavily. Her ki was still flaring around her and the world seemed to be burning, beating in the rhythm of her heartbeat, holding its breath while she waited for the inevitable. ooooooo He hit her from behind, simply slamming her aside. She flew through the air and hit the ground with her back, the air leaving her lungs in a low groan. As she scrambled up, she heard him talk softly to Katu. “You’re wasting your breath, she’s out cold,” she said, breathless, turning around. All emotion seemed to have left her when she had hit Katu and she barely reacted when he shot her a death glare, scooped his girlfriend up in his arms and turned on his heels. “You stay here,” he snarled over his shoulder. “I am not done with you.” Pan looked after him when he carried Katu into the house, not replying. For a moment she had wanted to simply sit down and wait, but the idea was ridiculous. She was not going to let the whole of Capsule Corps. listen to him scolding her on the front lawn. Besides, she did not take commands, least of all from him. So, she levitated and calmly flew away, not bothering to choose a direction. ooooooo It did not take long for Trunks to catch up with her; she had only just reached the wild lands just outside town. He did not bother to tell her to stop but simply grabbed her arm and dragged her down, all but throwing her on the ground when he landed. She stumbled and glared at him, rubbing her arm. “Neanderthal,” she grumbled. “What the fuck were you thinking, Pan?!” he snapped, but before she could answer, he raised his hand. “No, I don’t think I want to know. You’ve gone completely out of your mind this time! Just because you’re jealous –” “I’m not,” she growled, refusing to look at him. “No? Then what fucking game are you playing?” he demanded, stepping closer to her. His ki was crackling around him, prickling her skin. “It’s not a game,” she shouted, suddenly just as furious as he was. “You’re damn right it’s not,” he shouted back. “You can’t – I forbid you to go around hitting people because in your twisted little mind, you think I’m yours!” She opened her mouth, shut it, jumped at him and punched him in his stomach. With an animalistic snarl, he charged at her, hitting her wherever he could, hardly blocking her blows. She answered with more punches, her fists flying, twisting and turning to stay out of his reach. Neither of them used ki and when they, practically simultaneously, powered up to Super Saiyan, it was more of a ceremonial gesture. It seemed as if they had agreed beforehand to keep the fight basic, almost instinctive. She did not hold back, lost herself completely in the simple beauty of fighting. Even the raging anger that she had felt before had disappeared to the background, her entire focus on their dance. Never did she feel more alive than in a fight. Her blood was fire in her veins, all her senses were razor sharp, she had fangs and claws and was only a fighting fury, a killer whose single goal was to make him submit or break him. They did not kiss. He ripped open her shirt, maybe by accident, maybe not. There was definitely nothing accidental in the way he threw her on the ground, or the way she dragged him with her. While they did not stop trying to hurt each other, the fight abruptly turned into something else. They tore through each other’s clothes, biting and sucking on bared skin, hands clawing and roaming and rubbing everywhere. No time was wasted on foreplay – she wanted him inside her, right here, right now, and he obviously wanted the same. Impatiently, he shredded the last obstructing pieces of clothing and forcefully pushed in. If their fight was instinctive, their mating certainly was. Passion was too mild a term – they had gone beyond love, beyond lust; somehow the tension between them had turned into a raging need that needed to be fulfilled right this instant. Her father could have been standing next to them and they would not have noticed. There were no words for the feelings that ran through her body and even if there were, she would not be able to form them at this moment. She was only sensation. In the raw pleasure of their bodies moving together was a deep feeling of righteousness, like a lock falling into place. She saw him, truly him; saw his fire and his frustration and his love, his anger and his fears. Her whole being sang his name, but she was too far gone to even think about words like love. There was no need, anyway; she would not utter them and he would not accept them from her. Besides, the word hardly was sufficient. With a hoarse shout she came, clawing her nails in his back, unnoticed tears streaming down her cheeks. He followed her in the next thrust, smothering his cry in her shoulder, his body shaking. Not yet able to think, she pressed him still closer to her, staring up at the sky without seeing anything. For a moment they lay there, both trembling, but as their breathing slowed down, reality seemed to sink in. He was heavy lying on top of her, she noticed, so heavy that there was a slight strain to her lungs with every intake of breath. Both their bodies were sticky from blood and sweat, their hair clinging to their skin. His breath tickled her shoulder with every superficial gasp he took. He was lying on top of her and the moment he would get up, this bizarre dream would turn very real. She pressed her eyes closed and wished that he would wait a moment longer. He rolled off her and scrambled up until he was sitting on his knees, his eyes fixed on her face. His expression was hard to read in the dark, but the sinking feeling in her stomach told her enough. “I hate you,” he said, softly. She closed her eyes, biting on her cheek, and turned over. Refusing to acknowledge him or his statement in any way, she curled herself up as a ball and stared into the darkness. She did not need to look at him to know that he stood next to her for a moment, watching her, and then blasted off in the rapidly cooling night. Eventually she got up, shivering. She felt too numb to use her ki to warm herself, and it took a few tries before she could power up enough to levitate. Wrapping her arms around herself she slowly started to fly home, blaming the tears in her eyes on the wind. ooooooo AN: I’m sorry I took so long! I switched studies, moved out, got a social life that actually demands attention and in short, I haven’t been able to write much. Well, that and I’m just lazy. Please don’t kill me? As said before, I will finish this story. It won’t be more than one or two chapters, anyway. As for this chapter: I’m sorry? #sheepish grin#