Chapter 11
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Trunks pulled his new armour over his head. That device was very handy, and
it worked great. He would need to remind himself to ask for one to be put in
his personal quarters and the GR. One of the doctors wabbled over with his
heavy cape. (A/N: it’s heavy because it helps him train even when he isn’t
actually doing it... kinda like Piccalo) Trunks easily clipped his purple
cape onto his armour. The purple signified that he was a Prince, not a King.
The King’s cape was red.
Trunks thanked the doctors and walked out the door.
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Bra stopped in front of the med room. She felt her brother’s ki inside and
stopped at the corner. Pan tried to sneak away, but Bra grabbed her arm and
dragged her back. “You are not getting out of this one.” she said, smirking.
Pan was very nervous. First of all, she was going to see Trunks...the one
who saved her... the one she might be bonded to... the one she loved... and
she was VERY nervous.
The click of the door knob turning caught her attention. She made a desprate
attempt to bolt, but Bra’s grip was firm. Trunks stepped out of the door.
Without a second thought, Bra shoved Pan around the corner into the hall,
where she bumped straight into Trunks. Humph. Dejavou... she thought to
herself, remembering the first time they met.
“Oh, sorry... miss...” Trunks trailed off as he saw who it was. “Pan...?”
Pan dusted off her dress and straightened nervously. “I... um...”
Trunks didn’t say a word. He just stared at her. She was beautiful. The
white and silver made her seem like she was glowing... and her face... it
was heavenly... The only thing she’s missing are wings... he mused. “Pan...
you look...” he couldn’t find the word. Beautiful? Gorgeous? Breath-taking?
Stunning? Those words were too simple.
“Stupid?” she said, flattening out her dress and shifting nervously. “This
dress is too tight... and I have too much make-up on... Bra picked it out...
this whole attire is just--”
“Perfect.” he said. He smiled at her, and she slowly smiled back. “You’re
hand, m’ lady?” he said, extending his arm.
She smiled up at him, reaching out her mand daintily, acting proper. “But of
course, my prince.” she said, entwining her arm with his. “It has been a
while, kind sir.” She smiled and held her head up.
Trunks laughed. He played along with her “proper” act. “But of course, Miss
Son. All too long, I’m afraid.”
They both laughed together and walked slowly down the hall. Trunks leaned
his head down to her ear and whispered, “Bra is hiding around the corner,
isn’t she?” Pan felt his hot breath on her ear.
Pan blushed. “Yes, of course she is. She wouldn’t want to miss any action,
now would she?”
Trunks smiled and turned towards the corner. Bra was hiding behind a
tapestry, and froze when he looked in her direction. “Sorry, Bra, but it
seems you will have to miss out on this one.”
“What?” Bra whispered to herself. “How does he know I am here? My ki is well
supressed...”
Bringing two fingers to his forehead, Trunks and Pan disappeared in an
instant. Bra cursed and walked towards her quarters, knowing that she would
never find him in the immense castle.
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Pan opened her eyes and looked around, still holding Trunks’ arm. They were
in a dark hallway, with many old and tattered tapestries, complete with old
saiyan armour hung on the walls. The floor was dusty, as if no one had been
there in a long time. “Where are we?” she whispered to Trunks.
Trunks smiled. “It’s the old part of the castle. Completely abandoned. No
one ever comes back here.” He had seen his parents disappear back here when
he was five, the year his sister had been born. He thought they went back
here to talk about him, but he knew what they most likely did.
“I don’t like it here... it’s creepy...” she breathed. “Let’s leave...”
“No.” he said. “Let’s look around a bit. Besides, there’s nothing back here
that could harm you. Just some dust and old stuff.” he said, leading her
into the darkness. With his ki, he lit a candle and held it up, looking down
the corridor.
They continued to walk, shining the faint light on the many things lining
the halls. It was strangly cold, and Pan shivered a bit. Feeling this, he
held her close to his body to keep her warm. Pan’s face turned a deep
crimson as she felt him pull her closer.
Trunks then noticed an unusually large door, with huge gold clasps. The
large gold handle had some rust around the edges. His curiousity getting the
better of him, Trunks slowly opened the door.
It creaked with age as it held up resistance to the shove. Trunks walked in,
Pan curiously following. He could barely see anything, so he walked around
the room, lighting the candles on the wall. Turning around, he looked at the
room.
It must have been the old Royal Bedroom. It had a humongeous bed in the
center, and an old wardrobe on the right of it. The dressers were made of a
deep brown wood, which had been skillfully crafted to show scenes of battles
on the drawers. To fill the empty spaces were rugs, fine silk draped over
the walls, tapestires of the many Vegetas of the Empire, statues, and
expensive items. They were all dusty, though, for the room had obviously not
been touched for years. To the left was a door leading into a very large
bathroom. It had a large tub and two sinks. Next to that was a large make-up
table, obviously for the Queen.
Pan walked back into the room and found an old duster. Walking over to the
bed, she dusted off the white, satin sheets and pillows, which didn’t look
old at all. She was marvelled by how beautiful the cloth was, wondering why
it didn’t look as shabby as everything else.
Trunks walked around, examining the statues and dusting them off as well,
suprised by their detail.
In the middle of the room, Pan noticed a small altar. It had a small stand
on it, which held a VERY detailed heart, made out of silver and gold, draped
over with pink and red silk. The red table cloth had a replica of the heart
woven into the center of it.
Next to the heart was a red candle, with the same heart painted onto it in
silver and gold paint. She observed it carfully and leaned down to smell it.
It had a sweet smell, almost vanilla scented. Making a tiny ki blast, she
lighted it. Within seconds, the sweet aroma of the candle drifted up to her
nose. She licked her lips, as if to lick the sweetness off of them. Then,
she felt a strange feeling overcome her body.
Trunks was examining one of the tapestries when he felt an arm snake around
his neck. “Pan? Is that you?” he asked quietly, still looking over the
tapestry.
“Yes, it’s me.” she said. Pan lifted up onto her tip-toes and lightly kissed
Trunks on the neck. Trunks tensed. What is she doing?
She began to trail soft kisses up his neck towards his ear, flicking it with
her tounge. “P... Pan?” he asked, slightly taken aback. He swerved around to
look at her. Her eyes glistened slightly, a content smile spread across her
lips. “Pan? Are you okay?”
“Fine...” she said, kissing him on the lips. He was shocked by her sudden
forwardness.
“Pan...I think something is wrong with you.” he said, pulling away from the
kiss.
“But nothing is wrong with me...” she said, wrapping her arms around his
neck and kissing him again, her tounge grazing his lips, begging for
entrance.
“Pan...” he said, pulling away again, and backing into the bed.
Pan followed him, swaying her hips as she moved. She put her arms around his
neck and pressed against him, grinding her hips against his. Leaning
forward, she whispered suductively in his ear, “You know you want me,
boy...” She felt him tense and smirked, nipping at his ear.
“Pan... I think you--” he was cut off by a low growl escaping his throat as
she rubbed the upper half of his tail.
Pressing against him, she pushed him onto the bed. She kissed him again,
more roughly than before, and pressed her breasts against his chest.
Trunks couldn’t move. The feeling of her body pressed against him was
overwealming. The feeling of her breasts smothered into his chest was making
him aroused. What is wrong with her? She is always so shy when I kiss her...
I wonder what got her into this... he thought to himself.
She began to tugg at his armour, but he held her hand, pushing her off of
him. “No, Pan... I don’t know what happened to you, but...” A soft aroma
drifted over him and tickled his nose. The vanilla scent washed over him,
and he looked into Pan’s eyes, seeing them filled with hunger and anxeity.
He let go of her hand absent-mindedly and she crawled back onto him, the
vanilla scent swirling around in his mind. Slowly, she pulled the armour
over his head as he sat there, dazed.
She trailed her fingers over his chest muscles, which were very visible
through the spandex he wore. She slowly pulled his spandex down his
shoulders, and kissed his chest. She continued to stroke his tail, emitting
soft growls from deep in his throat.
His eyes had become dark, and he rolled her onto her back, a mischevious
grin planted on his face. “That’s not fair... you get to have all the
fun...” he said, plucking at the ties of her dress. He trailed butterfly
kisses on her face, pleased to hear her moan from underneath him. He slowly
slid the top down to her waist, leaving her bra exposed. Smirking, he lead
his trail of hot kisses down her neck and towards her collar bone. He paused
for a moment before continuing down towards the top of her breasts. He
licked it, making his way down towards the end of her red bra, licking the
breast exposed there. Moving over, he did the same to the other, licking
what was exposed.
Pan moaned and rolled her head back, her eyes shut tight. Trunks trailed his
hand hown her belly and began to massage her soft spot. Pan could feel her
nipples harden to a peak as he teased her womanhood. He stroked it between
her panties, earning loud moans from his lover.
Squirming beneath him, her arm moved around and accidentally hit a vase.
Trunks moved upwards and plunged his tounge into her mouth, exploring her.
Suddenly, the vase fell off the stand and crashed to the floor.
The loud sound knocked Trunks out of his daze. He blinked a few times and
looked down at the half naked woman below him. She continued to peck at his
neck, trailing kisses up and down his shoulder. Trunks swiveled his head
around to look at a stand. The candle in the middle was burining, emitting a
sweet scent. Eyes widening, Trunks lept off of Pan and blew the candle out.
Pan’s eyes dialated again, and she shook her head. Looking down at herself,
she quickly pulled up her dress top, tying it in the back. She looked at
Trunks, who was pulling his spandex top back on. “Oh my God...” she
whispered, completely embarassed.
Trunks pulled the armour over his head, and looked towards Pan. She was
staring blankly forwards. “Did we almost just do what I think we did?” she
asked quietly. Trunks nodded. A single tear rolled down her cheek, adn she
buried her face in her hands.
Sighing, Trunks sat on the bed next to her. He tried to pull her closer to
him, but sh epushed him away. “Don’t.” she whispered. “I’ve already done
enough.”
He held her hands down and pulled her into him, holding her tightly. “I
wasn’t your fault, Pan. It’s okay.” he said, gently rocking her from side to
side. Slowly, she quit fighting him and leanind into his embrace. “I’m
sorry.” she said, her voice muffled in his chest.
“It’s okay, Pan... it’s okay...” he said. There was a silence for a long
time, the only disturbance were the occasional sobs.
“I know you didn’t mean anything, Pan. That candle... it was used only by
the first Kings and Queens when they mated... it made them... well... you
know... It’s not your fault, you wouldn’t have known that...” he said,
breaking the solitude. There was a long pause as Trunks tried to find
something else to say to break the uneasiness. “You know, Pan... You are
very beautiful.”
She looked up at him, her face stained with tears. “Really? Do you really
think that?” she asked.
“Yes.” he said, holding her face up gently with his hands. He bent down and
kissed her tears away. “Don’t cry, Pan. You look better when you smile.” he
said.
Her eyes looked longingly up at him. She didn’t say a word as they looked
into each other’s eyes. Slowly, he bent down to kiss her. She hesitantly
deepened the kiss by wrapping her arms around his neck. After a few minutes,
he finally broke the kiss. “Come on, Pan, lets go back.” he said softly.
“Sure.” she said, hugging him tightly, “Lets go.”
Trunks got up, and began to walk away, but Pan said, “Trunks...”
He turned back and smiled. “Yes?” he asked sweetly.
“I...” just say it, Pan! “... I just wanted to say... uh... that I was
wondering... uh... how you healed so quickly...” she lied. You’re going to
have to tell him you love him sometime, Pan!
“Okay.” he said. Damn... I thought she was going to say I love you for some
strange reason... “Well, there’s this new device that the scientists created
that heals shallow wounds.”
“Oh.” she said, faking a smile. “Well then, let’s go.” she said, walking up
to him. Trunks smiled and took her arm.
Trunks led her out of the room, and they closed the door behind them. Pan
let her head rest on his shoulder as they walked down the hall in each
other’s arms.
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Oooooo... she almost said it...! So! Did you like it? It took me forever to
write! Sorry about the delay... You guys hafta remember that I’m not on
Spring Break anymore, so chapters aren’t going to come out every two days
anymore. It’ll probably be about every three or four days. I hope you liked
it... especially the citrus. Hey, don’t get mad at me that I didn’t turn it
into a lemon! I’m saving that for later... At least you got some citrus...
Neways, I got some other stuff to do, so I g2g, kay? Ja! And REVIEW!!!!
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER:
“She’s ALIVE?! If you are lying to me...”
“I’m not, Lady Kiara... I saw them together in the old part of the castle. I
over heard Trunks speaking to someone about bringing her in front of the
King and Queen to cancel the charges against her and her mother.” said a man
in a black cloak.
“Fine, then... I guess I’ll just have to resort to my last plan.” Kiara
said, gritting her teeth in frustration.
“Lady Kiara! No! You said you wouldn’t! That’s against the law!”
****What is Kiara planning? Is she going to kill anyone and arouse suspision?
Or does she have something more desprate in mind?****