Chapter One: Too Much Woman

I had taken this story down from FFnet because I re-wrote and adapted it as an original book series which I published for sale. However, I kept writing this story and putting chapters out in a private group on Facebook called "Thirty Minutes to Heartbreak."

To celebrate thirty chapters of thirty minutes, I am putting the story back up here for a while, so you all can enjoy it once more. To all the new readers, welcome to the story, and I hope you will enjoy it! I'll be uploading a few chapters at a time, but the whole story should be up here in a few days.

This is not your ordinary, conventional T/P. It's disturbing, twisted, and real. But also fun.

Pan and Bra make the ULTIMATE plan of revenge on Trunks and Goten for their womanizing ways.

Pan is aged 26, Trunks is 40. Bra is 27 and Goten is 39.

~PanHopeNvs~

The golden limousine pulled up alongside the most expensive and ritzy club in the city. Everyone knew that car, and there were excited screams to welcome its arrival. A red carpet welcome. Two men lounged in the back casually.

"What delicious fruit shall we taste tonight?" asked Goten, "I sure am hungry."

"I'm in the mood for something exotic. Someone with an accent… maybe Spanish or Brazilian," said Trunks.

"Aw, man. How amateur. Hasn't that gotten boring yet?"

"Well, what's your pleasure, Goten?"

"Local dishes. A normal, sweet innocent girl. Someone that believes everything you say, someone that trusts you with her life, and thinks you're the answer to her prayers. I want to rock the world of a girl like that, make her fall in love, and then leave her. Break her heart and break her innocence."

"Like you did with my sister."

"No. Your sister wasn't innocent. I was thinking of Paris."

Trunks shrugged, "You're twisted, man."

"I learned from the best."

Trunks and Goten entered the club and moved to their usual section of the VIP area, ordering their usual drinks and finger foods, and being barraged by the usual throng of admirers. They scanned the crowd discreetly for their victims, and for perhaps the first time, their gaze settled on the same woman.

"Hey, Trunks, I've never seen her before."

The woman in question was breathtaking, and she sat all alone in the corner. There was a small area of calm around her, as if no one dared approach. She wore a slender silver watch on her wrist and glanced at it furtively.

"I was just thinking the same thing. She keeps checking the time. Think she's waiting for someone?"

"Either that or she has to leave. We'd better move in fast: rock, paper, scissors?"

"No man, this looks like it's going to be a challenge. Let's both go and see which one of us she likes better," suggested Goten.

"You're just saying that so you can use my fame and fortune to your advantage," said Trunks, but he agreed with his friend and they moved in on the woman.

She had deep Indigo coloured hair—so dark it was almost black, but not quite. Her midnight tresses swirled over her shoulders and far past her bottom. Her hair would likely go down to her knees when she stood up. Was all of that natural? Her hair was unreal. She wore a tasteful silver silk dress with matching gloves and strappy heeled sandals. She was sipping on a martini thoughtfully.

The two saiyans approached her cautiously but confidently, as predators to prey.

"Hello, miss…" began Trunks politely, and the woman's head snapped around to look at him. Her eyes threw him for a loop. Maybe I have seen her before…

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" asked Goten, who had been thinking the same, "You look awfully familiar."

The woman smiled slowly, assessing both Trunks and Goten from head to toe, "Spare me. I hope you can do better than that."

"Oh, it wasn't a pick-up line," said Goten, with a sheepish grin, "I was really asking… you just remind me of someone."

"Oh, really? Who might that be," she asked, leaning back in her chair and sipping her martini. She didn't really seem interested.

Trunks and Goten looked at each other in confusion. The woman showed no signs of warmth or invitation. Instead she was challenging both of them. Trunks frowned—there was also something familiar about her energy… it was slightly stronger than the average human. Yes, he could sense it now. Her energy was far above the energy level of anyone in the club: that must be why he and Goten were attracted to her. Perhaps she did martial arts as a hobby?

Goten ran his eyes over the woman's body, taking in the curve of her breasts straining against her silver gown, and her toned arms and legs. For some reason the muscular definition of her legs, or what little was visible through the slit in her gown, made him think of Videl's legs when she'd fought at the Martial Arts tournament in shorts.

"You look a bit like my sister," said Trunks, covering up Goten's blunder and his staring, "She's also very beautiful. Perhaps you've heard of her: Bra Briefs?"

"Oh, sure," said the woman, apathetically, "So that's who you are."

She slipped the rest of the martini down her throat, "It was nice meeting you boys, but I have to run."

"Wait!" said Goten, panicking in this new situation. He hadn't been blown off like this in years, "I'm sorry, have we done something to offend you?"

"Not really," she said, shrugging and glancing at her watch, "You just haven't done anything to impress me either. For starters you were too busy gawking at me to introduce yourselves properly. In case you haven't noticed, we're not in high school."

"Please, forgive our rudeness," began Trunks in his most suave and sensual manner, and sliding his fingers around the wrist of the girl as she tried to pull away. She looked back at him in surprise, her dark eyes flickering from Trunks to Goten with something of alarm in them.

"My name is Trunks Briefs," he said, and lifted her hand to his lips to kiss it, letting his lips linger there for far too long.

"So I gathered," she said, observing his actions without enthusiasm. She looked disappointed, as though she might yawn.

"I'm Goten Son," said his companion, taking her other hand and giving it the same gentlemanly treatment.

Trunks and Goten glanced at each other smugly, knowing that no woman could resist this double-attack of charm. It was their special technique.

Nice one, man, said Trunks to Goten telepathically.

We haven't done that in a while, thought Goten, so which of us do you think she has the hots for?

Let's see. The first person she looks at, thought Trunks.

The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at her watch, "How charming. Well, it was nice meeting you both, but I really need to go."

Did she look at you or me?

Neither, you fool! She looked at her goddamned watch.

She pulled her hands away from them and grabbed her small silver purse, before turning to leave.

"Wait!" shouted Trunks, also panicking at the rejection, "You didn't even tell us your name."

"You didn't ask," she said, attempting to slip through the crowds. Goten caught her wrist this time.

"Please," said Goten, giving his most adorable and innocent puppy dog eyes, "What is your name?"

She looked at him, hesitating. She glanced back at her watch.

"Why do you need to rush away? Won't you stay for a moment?" asked Trunks, and he moved close to her, placing the palm of his hand lightly against her lower back. It was a gentlemanly touch, but what no one knew is that he sent the tiniest amount of energy into her body, warming her insides. It was his signature move, guaranteed to get any woman in the mood.

However, this indigo-haired beauty simply glared at him, and yanked his hand away from her body as though she knew what he'd done. She turned her back to them, this time determined to leave, but she threw a final glance over her bare shoulder condescendingly. Midnight black-blue eyes burned into them both like fire.

"Please give it a rest, boys," she advised with a sweet smile touching her full lips, "Unfortunately, I'm too much woman for the both of you to handle."

She drank in their shocked reactions for a moment, savouring their speechlessness, before her watch began to beep and she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"What the hell was that!" asked Trunks angrily, "I used my ki trick on her!"

"You did! No wonder," said Goten frowning, "You probably used too much and hurt her. Great job in scaring her away."

"I can't believe we didn't even get her fucking name!" complained Trunks, "Did you see her, Goten? The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

"I saw her, man. I hope it's not the last time. That body… that hair…"

"I just hope you know that eventually she'll choose me."

"No way, man. She'll choose me."

Meanwhile, in a dark alley a few blocks away, the indigo-haired woman was leaning against a brick wall and laughing hysterically. Part of her was concerned about ruining the dress, so she tried to contain herself, but another part could care less, and let the hilarious mania take control of her body.

"Too much woman for the both of you to handle!" she said, mimicking herself and throwing her arms up in the air, "Too much woman for the both of you to handle!"

I'm too great, too amazing, too devious, she thought in delight, I'm definitely too much to handle—too much power and brains packed into one gorgeous body. Her watch started beeping extremely loudly and she realized that she had to get away from the area. She opened her silver purse and un-capsulated a special dark vehicle, with the windows tinted so dark that it was impossible to see inside. That wasn't the only special feature of the automobile, as it could also conceal the energy that was within it. The girl slid into the driver's seat. Instead of having a normal console in the center separating the driver and passenger seat, the car had a single bench.

She looked at her watch again, "One minute."

She began to drive, intending to get very far away from this location. When one minute was nearly complete, her watch beeping faster and faster, she pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park, leaning back and waiting.

It happened then. With a flash of light, her body separated. Two girls sat in the vehicle where there had only been one.

"I hate it when that happens," said the one who had been flung against the passenger door. She moved her hands up to touch her face, running them over her aqua hair.

"I agree," said the dark haired one who had already put the car back in gear and was already pressing her silver strappy high heel down to accelerate the vehicle.

Once the car was moving, the driver sighed, looking at her arms and using one hand to feel her legs and body, "The more often we fuse, the less complete I feel when we separate."

"I know. It's nice to be someone else… while still being myself. Para is me too."

"I know what you mean."

"Of course you do."

The two girls laughed, but there was a hint of sadness in their voices.

"Should we have told them our name? Is it safe to call ourselves Para?"

"I don't think so," said the driver, "They might figure out it's us. Even if they don't, their parents might. We have to find a pseudonym. How about… Unity? Or Harmony?"

"Does Para look like a Harmony?"

"I don't know. She looks like something so unbelievable and out of this world… she deserves a legendary name. Why don't we let her decide sometime?"

"Sure, that sounds good. Well, Pan, phase one of your crazy plan initiated. Do you think this will all work out?"

"It's too soon to tell, Bra. I guess we have to make every thirty minutes count."

Two weeks ago…

A feminine hand clad in a black leather fingerless glove pulled a hard left on the steering wheel, manoeuvring to avoid a car that had swerved into the way at the last second. The woman's face remained emotionless, but she felt anger rise up inside of her at the other driver's reckless act. She raised her hand, palm facing forward and fingers spread apart as she breathed deeply.

"Oh, I could just…"

She tried to calm her rising ki by visualizing the situation that would occur if she released all that pent up power which hummed at her fingertips. She could just imagine the blast emanating from her volcanic centre, ripping through her windshield, obliterating that car and driver in mere moments, and then continuing on to clear out the highway for the next few dozen kilometres.

She sighed, and fought to control her twitching fingers, forcing them back down onto the steering wheel placidly. She knew all too well how much it would cost to replace her windshield.

Smoke drifted up from between her fingers as her ki-heated hands burned into the rubbery-plastic material of the steering wheel. The foul smell reached her delicate senses, and she felt sick.

Damn you, Trunks. How could you.

She knew that the heart of her anger wasn't caused by reckless drivers. It was the sting of lingering betrayal.

Her cell phone buzzed against her hip annoyingly, and she fought the urge to crush it. She hadn't answered her phone in weeks, why would anyone still bother to call? In a routine movement she flicked open the protector and looked at the ID. It was Bra. Her friend had been calling her periodically every few hours all day. Why wouldn't she leave her alone? She pressed the silencing button and focused her eyes back on the road.

She liked to drive just with her fingertips. She liked the idea that her body was flying through the air, and direction was controlled just by her fingertips. It reminded her of what made her special: her strength. The phone rang again.

Pan was surprised to see Bra double-calling. Twice in a minute. True sign of emergency. She quickly scanned all the large kis she could sense on the planet and felt nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone was totally powered down. Emotional emergency, then.

"Yes, Bra?" she answered.

"Pan…"

That one word said everything. Pan slammed on the brakes. She could hear the helplessness in her friend's small voice, and the despair. She had known Bra for her entire life, and she knew her every emotion as though it were her own. She knew what had happened.

"I'm on my way."

She got out of the car and capsulated it, powering up slightly before taking off into the air toward her friend's energy signal. Damn you, Goten. You're a disgrace to my family. You're just like him.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt her," Trunks was saying, his arms crossed across his chest, glaring at his friend. Goten very rarely came to visit him during his office hours.

"Come on, man. You know how it is," Goten laughed, scratching his head in an embarassed posture, "She was great, but… I was just starting to feel old. I couldn't stand the marriage hints either. I shouldn't have to explain this to you… look at what you've…"

"Well, why shouldn't you have married my sister? You've been with her for years and things seemed to be going great. " Trunks removed his glasses to polish them nervously.

"I don't know. I guess when I saw that you were free and living the life again I felt jealous. I know that we're not that young, but I still feel young and… I want things to be like they used to be. Fun and no-strings. I want to party with you."

"Don't blame this on me!" shouted Trunks, but he understood Goten's reasons all too well. "She really loves you."

"Well, Pan really loves you. It didn't stop you from…"

"Yes, I know what I did. Let's not talk about it, Goten. Forget them. You do what you want; I'll do what I want."

"That sounds like a plan to me."

Goten cocked his head to the side, feeling a huge ki skyrocketing, "Pan is angry. She knows what I did."

"You'd better be careful, she's actually kept up with her training. She'll make you pay in blood for this," Trunks fingered the newest scar on his face.

Goten looked at his friend, "Yeah, in addition to the thing with Bra, she will definitely take out her anger at you on me."

"Sorry, man."

"Oh well, it can't be that bad," said Goten, "What's the worst she could do?"

"They both love us," said Trunks, "They could never really hurt us. We're family."

"Yeah, I didn't think we could hurt them either."

"This is messed up, man."

"Bra, why in Dende's name are you…"

Pan felt sick. She had flown to Bra's waterfront home, and let herself in. She had headed straight for the energy signal which was upstairs, frowning as she entered the bedroom. Bra wasn't in sight, so she had continued to follow the energy to the bathroom.

When she opened the door, the strong scent of her uncle overwhelmed her before the door was even fully open. When it was, she saw Bra, naked, huddled in a corner of the shower stall. She immediately took in the surroundings. Bra's clothes were strewn all over the floor, and there was dark dried blood dripping down the shower stall.

"Dende, Bra are you hurt?" Pan immediately moved to comfort her friend, crawling into the shower stall and crouching beside her. Pan spotted Bra's cell phone sitting in a pool of water nearby. Amazing the thing hadn't short-circuited.

"Bra-chan?" Pan asked in a soft voice, brushing her friend's hair off her face. She was shocked by something then. Bra's hair was perfectly dry. Her skin was perfectly dry. There was no water in the shower, just the dried blood dripping down the glass walls.

"Bra! Talk to me!" said Pan firmly, and then she spoke directly to Bra's mind, Why didn't you call me telepathically? I would have come immediately. How long have you been like this?

Bra snapped out of her little daze then and looked up at her friend, whispering, "Since yesterday."

"Is this your blood?" Pan asked. Bra shook her head to indicate it wasn't, but she didn't speak.

"Well, then it must be Goten's blood. Good."

Bra looked up at her friend in surprise. Pan's eyes were dark and cloudy, "Just tell me what he did to you, and I'll make him bleed a lot more than this."

"It… wasn't that bad, Pan," said Bra, weakly, "He didn't hurt me. He was very gentle and loving."

"What did he say?" asked Pan. Sure, he didn't hurt you. That's why you're curled up naked in a ball in a blood-filled shower.

"That it was all a mistake."

Pan felt her ki rising as she looked at Bra's sweet innocent eyes. Bra refused to say a negative thing about Goten, even after all this. She refused to condemn him for the lying, cheating scum he was.

Bra felt the waves of heat radiating off Pan, and lifting her hair, and she felt a small smile touch her lips. She hadn't realized that she had been so cold. Pan's warm angry energy surrounded Bra's skin like a comforting blanket. As her lips curled they cracked, revealing how dry they had become from the salty tears that had been running over them for so many hours.

"He fucked you and he left you?" Pan asked, visibly shaking.

Bra closed her eyes at the words, the pain rushing back. She nodded.

Pan stared at her friend who was as pale as a ghost. She would never let Goten get away with this. She would find a way... a way to make sure he was on the floor and broken. Goten will regret the day he ever did this to her. She was the last person who deserved this, she was always true to him and devoted. I'll make Goten pay. I'll hurt him so deeply, so terribly… I'll ruin his life. Damn you, Trunks! I mean, Goten.

"Thank you, Pan," said Bra softly.

"What for?" she asked.

"For being here. I needed you."

Pan felt guilt wash over her when she remembered that she had been ignoring Bra's phone calls all day. It's partly my fault she's like this. If I had been a better friend…

Pan saw a single tear run down Bra's face and it snapped her out of her guilt and anger. She put her arms around Bra and held her close, ignoring that she was naked. Bra leaned against Pan and let the tears fall freely.

I'll get him for you, Bra.

There's chapter one! Hope you like the concept.

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