Insurgent fire
Meaning of Life
He lay spent with his arms encircling her petite frame. His head was spinning as if he had drunk too much. He kept them closed for fear that when they opened he would find that they were spinning out of control. The heat that had burned in him for the past two nights was slowly leaving him. He could feel the pull of it leaving him as the spinning continued. For fear of what was to come next, he squeezed her closer to him.
Settle in for the world to shut out behind a black curtain, he worried about what would happen now…
Gohan wanted to go home. He had felt Pan's and trunks Ki all night long. It was all Vegeta could do to keep him at CC. Finally, the urge for Videl won out and he retired to one of the many rooms at the Briefs'.
The sound of the birds chirping alerted him that morning had come. He dare not open his eyes, for the morning would bring reality and he did not know if he wanted to face that so soon. Meanwhile Pan was still in his hold. He agonized over her what reaction this morning would be, and he knew being where they were was not going to help matters.
Swiftly he cradled her in his arms and he flew quickly to some place where they could deal together.
He soared high and made it to the look out. Pan, unbelievably was still out and n his arms.
Mr. Popo was up and around watering his garden. (HE ALWAYS DOES THIS)
"Hello Trunks" the little man quipped not looking up
"Mr. Popo, May I go to one of the rooms here?" he asked pensively
""Is ms Pan ok?" he asked worried
"I hope so, I think so, but when she wakes up she might be angry and I just need to have her someplace safe," he begged
Mr. Popo only nodded
Trunks rushed to go inside the Palace and find a room like the one he and Goten stayed.
Walking the hallway, a familiar figure loomed. At first Trunks was hoping it was Dende, but he realized it was Mr. Piccolo, and he barely breathed as he approached closer to the Namek
Piccolo looked at him and gave a smirk. Trunks nodded his head and practically ran inside the room. The only thing Trunks heard was like a laugh and something about the Briefs and Sons… Trunks was thankful not to face the wrath of Piccolo, who inexplicably was extremely close to Gohan, which meant he too very protective over Pan.
He laid Pan on the bed, amazed at how out she was.
He wanted to crawl up next to her, but his body was so tense and full of nervous energy he doubted that he could fall back into slumber.
Reality set in when Trunks stood up to pace the room and then he noticed that they were completely naked… He cringed now wondering why Popo or Piccolo said anything to him
He peeked out the door, in hopes to find a scrap of cloth somewhere. It was then that he finally saw the little Guardian.
"Pst, Pst, Dende?" he whispered loudly
Dende hurriedly approached clearly happy to see Trunks.
"Hi Trunks!" he boomed
"Sshh, Dende, not so loud" he pleaded
'oh sorry, hi Trunks"
Trunks smiled, he then asked the little guardian for his favor, "Umm, Dende Could you maybe give Pan and I some clothes?"
Dende, who had known all along what Trunks would ask, only smiled his knowing smile.
"Sure Trunks, I'll have Mr. Popo make some food too!" He strolled off
Trunks closed the door thankful again.
Trunks looked down to notice that HE was already wearing the clothes he had asked for.
Those few moments of stress got he best of him, Pans quiet form looked very inviting, and he was finally able to settle back down with her, hoping and Praying that they could wake up together and have a talk…
She shot out of the bed and screamed, "Holy Hell"
Trunks jumped too as she had caused him to have a near heart attack.
He once again was happy that they had clothes on.
The bed separated the two. She looked frantic at him and he was holding a breath wondering just what she would do.
She eyed him curiously; somehow, he looked very pleased with himself.
She questioned silently how they had ended up in a room she had never seen before.
Then the entire night came back to her like a sledgehammer.
She groaned out.
Trunks started talking very fast,
"Now Pan, don't get upset, we were just acting normal. The moon does this kind of thing to Saiyans, and and," he saw her face fault to anger his speech stopped.
"You took advantage of this!" she yelled
"No I did not," he yelled back
"Then what the hell, Trunks you're a fucking man whore why me?" she was begging him.
"Why you? You don't know?" he questioned
"Why would I ask if I knew, is this some friggin game?" she was nearly in tears but yet still too pissed
"Kami Pan I would never play this kind of game with you, please listen to me" he was worried.
"Fine you have five minutes," she warned him.
"Fine, five minutes, well ok, but you have to promise me not to go fly off"
"You have my word," she promised him
"You know that Goten and Bra mated?" he asked
She nodded her head, but she did not look any happier.
"They wanted that" he looked for her reaction.
She gave a look that warned him of her patience running low.
"Ok, Ok I know you know how much they have liked the other, just this was a time for it, I mean you wised for us to have tails back, and that kinda started the catalyst" he told her plainly
"Trunks if you are going to blame this all on me forget it!" She warned
"Fair enough, but it does have a lot to do with it"
"I never meant for all of us to get our tails back, only me"
"I understand, but look it happened"
"Go on"
"I know it makes this harder, but I did want the same thing that Goten and Bra wanted," he finally told her.
"Trunks, we can't be together you have no fucking morals! I love you to death but you are no way good for me!"
He was hurt, "you wanted me last night"
She gave him a sneer, 'that is beside the point"
"That is exactly the point, I don't care what you think about my life before now, it does not change one important fact." He said waiting for her to ask, so he could answer her in way she would understand.
"And what fact is that?" she fell for his cue.
Then with his mind, he spoke to her in the way he knew would make it all very clear,
You and I are mated and nothing will ever change that.
Pan looked steadily at him, his lips had not moved. She knew what that meant. Trunks looked so proud at his ability. She was sickened.
In two strides, he crossed the bed and was in front of her close.
Her mind screamed at him that it was wrong, and she was going to fight him all the way.
He took her chin in his fingertips and shook his head. He softly kissed her lips and made her a promise,
Pan, I love you, only you stop fighting me my beloved.
How could she argue with that, and succumbed to him.
(Ha ha, did you like that?) Thanks for reading
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