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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Ball_Z, GohanxPiccolo
  Relationship:
      Son_Gohan_Jr./Piccolo_Daimaoh_Jr., Pan_Son/Piccolo_Daimaoh_Jr.
  Character:
      Pan_Son/Panty_Satan, Piccolo_Daimaoh_Jr., Son_Gohan_Jr., Videl_Satan
  Additional Tags:
      Teaser_Preview, Alternate_Reality, Yaoi, Hetero, Ideologically_Sensitive,
      Dark_&_Disturbing, Voyeurism, Torture, Dubious_Consent, Interspecies_Sex,
      Pseudo-Incest, Psychosis, Obsession, Stuff_of_Nightmares, Bad_Ending, Not
      Pan_Satan-Friendly, Not_VidelxGohan-Friendly, Uke_Piccolo, NSFW, R18, 飯Ｐ,
      孫悟飯ＪＲ, ピッコロ大魔王ＪＲ/ピッコロさん, パンＰ, パン・サタン, ピッコロ受け, ヤオイ, ピッコロさんのエロ, ドラゴンボール
  Collections:
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      Published: 2017-04-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1980
****** Looped Into the Lullaby (Teaser) ******
by MariekoWest
Summary
     When Pan Satan's world starts to fall apart, she makes sure that in
     the end, everything and everyone goes down with her.
Notes
     This is only a teaser preview of one of my upcoming stories and not
     the actual chapter. This will eventually be replaced with the entire
     story.
     Please don't ignore the warning tags, especially if you have
     triggers! Even for a teaser, this is quite horrible and depressing, I
     got mild attacks myself writing it. (;³⌓³)
See the end of the work for more notes
It was easy.
She had weeks of premeditation.
Her sweet and innocent Uncle Piccolo didn’t stand a chance.
His tall sinewy frame looked so frail and breakable when he was asleep; his
face, always elegant and possessed of a mysterious otherworldly beauty. Knowing
the real strength behind that deceptive façade added to the thrill she felt
upon her success in felling him. She knew it had only been that easy because he
didn’t suspect a thing. He always had his guard lowered around her, and why
wouldn’t he?
His adorable darling little niece Panty Satan was the last creature he would
ever suspect of hurting him.
An advantage she made sure to press. To its fullest.
The Satan Mansion’s newly installed training room was the perfect setting, no
one used it except her. The lock is triggered automatically as soon as the door
is bolted and she rigged it so that this feature activated her trap as well.
Her Uncle Piccolo was strong for someone who wasn’t Saiyajin and she knew it
would be foolish to undermine that fact. She had reserved all her strength for
that moment, powering up to her maximum just to keep him immobile long enough
to allow the high-frequency whistle from the speakers at full blast to do its
job.
She relished every moment of his struggle against her Ki-enforced shackles,
watching his muscles flex and convulse as the noise combined with well-placed
energy shocks to his vital points bombarded all of his senses with unbearable
pain. He valiantly resisted the torture for a gruelling hour, fighting to
remain conscious for as long as he could, trying to get her to see reason. Oh,
but she was past that. She was past all the lies and betrayal. All that was
left now was revenge.
By the time his body finally gave out, blood was oozing steadily from his ears,
mouth, and nose. The ordeal had drained her but she was pleased with the
results. She popped a senzu into her mouth as she bent down to examine her
prize. Her fingers traced circles over his flushed tear-soaked cheeks and
petted his slightly parted blood-stained lips. Delight flared in her as those
lips proved to be even more soft and supple than they looked, and she bent down
to claim her reward without the merest of compunctions. Her mouth pressed down
fully against his, her tongue squeezing inside that warm and sacred sanctum.
Having kissed quite a number of boys now that she was a pretty young woman of
sixteen, she knew right away. This was unlike anything she’s ever felt before.
This was what sin tasted like. She pulled back as her lip caught on one of his
stalactite fangs, sucking in a shuddering breath, feeling the blood ooze
thickly out of the cut. Her skin was pierced so easily as though it were made
of rose petals. The pain that shot through her veins, charged with tingling
arousal.
Piccolo had been her guardian for as long as she could remember. She didn’t
like him at first, because he was big, green, and scary. She was more partial
to her granddaddy Goku, but he left to take care of some boy named Uub and
never came back. It was as confusing to her now as it had been then when she
was only a five-year-old. The boy her granddaddy left them for was not even
family.
Her parents were no better. Her mommy was always out for some reason. She was
an important person in society, after all, a beacon of hope for humanity or
some shit like that. So she had a reputation to live up to, a self-imposed
obligation to assist the law enforcers in fighting crime. She was always out
helping others and being someone important to everyone else but her own
daughter. She did try at first, but her mommy had never been the homebody type.
Her daddy was not as absent from her life but he was hardly present either. If
he was home he would be locked up in his private study. He told her that he had
to work really hard even if her mommy’s family was filthy rich. For some
reason, the idea of partaking in even a single zenny of those ‘filthy riches’ -
even in times of dire need- was one so averse to him, that it often became the
subject of rancorous arguments between him and her mommy. Sometimes she thought
she imagined that he loathed it so much that he would rather choose to work
harder than be with them. Then again, she had always felt that her daddy often
made excuses not to spend time with her but she didn’t want to believe it, so
after a while, she just stopped questioning it.
Her Uncle Piccolo was her only constant companion. He was the only one always
there for her and she grew so fond of him that she never once found cause for
complaint. She understood then, why her daddy had loved him so deeply,
sometimes seemingly even more than he loved her mommy. But she never
entertained the thought that the harmless idea could actually hold more truth
and poison in it that she would have wanted to swallow. The day the truth was
revealed to her beyond all doubt was the day her simple albeit perfectly happy
world shattered, never to be made whole again.
It was an accident –a twisted blessing in disguise. She was hurrying home from
school to show her Uncle Piccolo her grades which were full marks. She longed
to feel his strong hand upon her head; a tiny ritual between them whenever he
congratulated her for a job well done. Even if she was no longer a child, she
still loved it when he patted her head and smiled that secret little smile of
his that made her heart flutter. She began dreaming of those smiles on his
handsome face and she knew she had a crush on him then. But that’s all there
was to it; just harmless admiration. Just like what her daddy had always felt
for him. There was nothing wrong with that, right?  
She sped straight to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber knowing her Uncle Piccolo was
there since she didn’t feel his Ki in his other usual spots. She cloaked her
own Ki before gently pushing open the door a sliver, intending to surprise him.
Little did she know that the surprise was going to be on her.
Daddy?
She stopped, sensing Gohan’s Ki in there with Piccolo. But why would her daddy
be there? Wasn’t he supposed to be working at the university? And yet, there
was no mistaking it, both of them were inside, their Kis spiking and erratic.
Were they training?
She squinted her eyes through the small space to get a better look. Her daddy
appeared to be pinning her Uncle Piccolo on the bed but… something felt off.
Sneaking in quietly, she managed to dodge behind one of the side tables to get
a clearer view. Her heart thundered to a halt.
Her daddy and her Uncle Piccolo were both naked. Their bodies were glistening
with sweat and they were panting hard. Her daddy’s hands were pressing down her
Uncle Piccolo’s wrists on either side as he… She barely managed to keep her Ki
in check as she swooned in a dizzy shock. Her daddy… and her Uncle Piccolo…
were having sex? She was no virgin anymore, she knew what sex was. When she was
much younger, she had accidentally walked in on her mom and dad doing it. She
did her best to forget it because they were her parents and it was just wrong
to have seen that… But this-
She knew she shouldn’t have watched, shouldn’t even have stayed there, but her
entire being was transfixed. Her Uncle Piccolo’s long legs shook and trembled
as he repeatedly received her daddy’s merciless thrusts. He had ascended to
Super Saiyajin and it was the first time she saw her daddy this way during sex.
He was huge and fierce. Compared to what she saw her parents doing before, she
was almost willing to believe that her eyes were deceiving her because this man
now and her daddy then seemed like two different people entirely.
Suddenly, everything about her daddy and her Uncle Piccolo made sense. The
intimate looks, the secret smiles, and the overwhelmingly intense emotions.
The revelation had plagued and tormented her mind every single moment of every
single day since, and began to change her in ways she never imagined possible.
Now every time she had sex with boys, the only idea that could ever get her off
was the image of her Uncle Piccolo being violated; the deeply coloured cheeks,
those exposed razor-sharp fangs, that purple tongue wrestling with her daddy’s
pink hungry one. And his voice, sensual and strong, leaving him in desperate
sobs as her daddy pistoned into him over and over…
She wanted to be angry –oh, how she wanted to be! But it didn’t come out like
that. He didn’t give her a chance to be. Not when she didn’t see him months
after only to appear at their doorstep to bid her goodbye. Just like that he
was married to some ex-mercenary alien chic and had a daughter to care for.
Uncle Piccolo had a new little girl? She was no longer his little girl? 
Is this why he didn’t love her anymore? Why he was leaving her?  
Her rickety world was crashing down all over again and a different feeling took
precedence over everything else. Just when she was starting to be okay with
everyone else not caring about her- about leaving her, just as long as it
wasn’t him!
“You’re… you’re saying goodbye?”
“I’m sorry.”
Unbidden memories resurfaced. Parts of it that were obscured before in her mind
fully came into light.
Her daddy Gohan was crying that time, begging him…
“Is that why Daddy forced himself on you that day?”
“What?”
“He was asking you not to leave him…”
“Pan…”
“I thought you loved my daddy! Why are you leaving him?!”
“I do love him. But he left me first. For you.”
An expression of remorse quickly crossed Piccolo’s face. She was shocked only a
moment before she threw herself around what she could of his massive body and
held on desperately.
“Please… don’t go. Please don’t leave me-”
“Pan-”
“Please!! I’m sorry I was born, okay?!”
She felt her Uncle Piccolo’s heartbeat lurch at that, and his hand reaching out
to pat her when-
“Pan!!! Get the hell in here, now!” Videl’s drunken holler exploded from inside
their house.
She whimpered pitifully as she was pulled off of him, sobbing and heaving as he
leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Take care of yourself, Pan. And don’t worry. Everything will all be alright
now.”
No…!
No, it won’t.
It will never be alright without you! Please don’t leave me!
Uncle Piccolo!!!
 
-x-
 
I won’t let you leave me again…
I won't make the same mistake Daddy did…
You’re mine, Uncle Piccolo. And no one can take you away from me.
You belong here with me.
Forever.
Her palms hovered over his body, the subtle Ki emanating from her fingertips
singed the fabric covering him until there was nothing left but smoking bits
and fibres on his bare and badly bruised skin. She stepped out of her own
clothing and sprawled beside him, watching him, trailing lazy kisses from the
base of his antennae to his face, and whispering endearments against his skin.
“You were right, Uncle Piccolo…
Her lips twisted into a crooked smile; eyes becoming unfocused as her mind
filled with fantasies coming to fruition.
“Everything is going to be alright now.”
End of Teaser.
 To be updated with the complete story...
End Notes
     (I know this seems like a complete story already with a start and an
     end, but it really is much longer -and much creepier- than this.
     Sorry, I'm a bit unhinged now and feel like posting teasers.)
     Going with the mere memory of some research I’d done a lifetime ago:
     In Japan, you take the surname of the family you’re marrying into
     (usually the one more well off), so in my mind, her surname has
     always been "Satan" instead of "Son". I also used "Panty" as her full
     name instead of "Pan" because I read somewhere (also ages ago) that
     this is her real name. I'm convinced the whole "Pan" based on "bread"
     meaning was just a marketing propaganda, later on, to make it less
     vulgar (yes, I know. I'm such a fastidious nerd).
     Since I am too lazy to confirm those for this teaser chapter, feel
     free to correct me (although I might still keep these as my
     headcanons).
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