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      Published: 2017-08-23 Updated: 2018-03-12 Chapters: 11/? Words: 27990
****** What Has Become of Me ******
by Sohma_Star
Summary
     ***REWRITE*** (Original was posted on ff.net and aff.org) Pan gets
     captured during the hunt by a slave trader. She is sold to the most
     ruthless man on Vegeta-sei, Prince Trunks. Will Pan suffer forever or
     is there still hope. A/U with Dark Themes
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragon Ball franchise, and
     recieve no profit from this story.
     Okay, this is a complete rewrite of “What Has Become of Me.” (The
     original was started January 2003 OMG) I recently came back to this
     and thought maybe I should finish it. (Thank Dragonball Super for my
     renewed interest <3) I reread this and was very disappointed with my
     older writing, it lacks description, depth, and doesn't clearly
     outline my view of life on Vegeta-sei. So with my original goals for
     this story still in mind I will be writing again :)
***** Capture *****
Chapter Notes
       Okay, this is a complete rewrite of “What Has Become of Me.” (The
     original was started January 2003 OMG) I recently came back to this
     and thought maybe I should finish it. (Thank Dragonball Super for my
     renewed interest <3) I reread this and was very disappointed with my
     older writing, it lacks description, depth, and doesn't clearly
     outline my view of life on Vegeta-sei. So with my original goals for
     this story still in mind I will be writing again :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   The full Chikara moon hung high in the dark autumn sky, casting an eerie
glow on the barren rocky terrain. She was safe, for now... crouching in the
large shadow of a boulder, waiting, silently trying to drag breath into her
burning lungs. Her heart was hammering, it's desperate rhythm thundering in her
ears. A cool breeze sent a chill down her spine, bristling the hair on her
tail. Her ears straining for sounds beyond her own heart's rapid rhythm. Her
alert chocolate eyes focusing on the red jagged cliffs for any signs of
attackers. Tonight was the hunt.
   Saiyajins by design are a very instinctual race. While a small number of
saiyajins develop more complex feelings, most mate out of lust or necessity,
not love. They take a mate solely to vent their sexual urges, offspring are
often accidental consequences of these couplings. Every eight years when the
blue Chikara moon is full, this impulse goes into overdrive as the saiyajin
males go into blood heat. This period is known as “the hunt,” during which
saiyajins hunt and claim mates. To claim a mate, a male overpowers a female and
forces submission. After she submits the male ruts with her then, either leaves
or, marks her as his mate creating a life bond.
   Pan's prospects of making it through the night unclaimed are bleak. Saiyajin
males naturally outnumber females roughly five to one, and young males looking
for mates are not the only concern. Due to their bond, mated males can no
longer participate in the hunt, instead they bed their mates. Some however,
choose to spend the full moon as slavers instead of rutting. Slavers take
special medicine to resist the pull of the moon and use the hunt to capture
young girls. They get the best prices for virgin girls, the higher the power
level and class the better. If bested tonight, her freedom could be lost
forever.
   Pan herself was a very strange saiyajin, she wanted love. She wanted a mate
like her mother's, one that she knew and cared about before they mated. Not
that she had ever met her father, but the look of longing in her mother’s eyes
each time she spoke of him told Pan all she needed to know.
   The thought of some random saiyajin grabbing her to cool his raging hormones
sickened her, even as the moon began it's slow descent she knew the night was
far from over. Already she had beaten off half a dozen crazed males. Her
clothing hung in shreds barely covering her small frame and her ki was getting
dangerously low. Shifting her foot, a small stone collided with another. The
usually soft clack seemed amplified to an almost deafening level with her
desperation to stay unnoticed. She held her breath, hoping and praying the
small sound hadn't been heard.
   The tiny noise caught the attention of a male lurking in the nearby shadows,
his dark hair was twisted into a thick braid that reached his mid back. He
lifted his nose breathing deeply, his mouth twisting into a dangerous smirk, he
could smell her fear... He licked his dry lips in anticipation. Confidently, he
soundlessly crept toward his prey.
   Pan's skin prickled, something was wrong. Her ears heard nothing yet, she
could feel danger was near. All sound seemed drowned out by the rapid pounding
in her chest. She took a sharp breath, deciding to make a break for it.
Gathering all of her courage it was now or never.
   Pan froze as her body was grabbed roughly from behind. Large masculine arms
locked around her waist, massive hands blindly fumbled for her poorly veiled
breasts. She bent forward flipping her attacker over her shoulder in a
reflexive panic. The male landed hard on his back in front of an extremely
startled Pan. Casually climbing to his feet with a look of hunger burning in
his dark eyes the male continued advancing towards his intended quarry. Quickly
she threw a small ki blast in his face temporarily blinding him, and took off
as fast as possible.
   Growling the saiyajin gave chase. Knocking the young girl back to the
ground, he pinned her between himself and the red rocky terrain tearing at her
already ragged clothes. Pan pushed at his chest with her small hands trying
desperately to increase the distance between their bodies. He immobilized her
tiny flailing hands with a single colossal one, reaching down with the other to
free his pulsing member. Pan's stomach turned as her chocolate eyes met
charcoal lust filled ones. With no other options, she brought her knee up
smashing it into his groin with as much force as she could muster. He cursed in
pain reflexively freeing her hands and she wasted no time slipping out of his
grasp and blasting off into the darkness leaving her attacker writhing in
agony.
   Pan's attention remained focused behind her in search of pursuit. As she
zipped past the sandy red cliffs a sudden weight sent her unexpectedly
plummeting to the ground. She forcefully connected with the sandy red soil
knocking the air from her lungs. Breathlessly, she struggled under the heavy
netting pinning her, tangling herself in the process. It seemed the more she
fought the more entrapped she became.
   Another saiyajin appeared from a nearby crevice between two large red
boulders. His thick arms crossed over his muscular chest as he looked down on
her squirming form. His impressive height dwarfed Pan who's small body fell
completely within his dark shadow. A smug grin graced his scarred face and
intelligent black eyes met hers.
   This wasn't a male in blood heat. The small scar in the shadow of his collar
bone proudly professed his mated status. He wore his dark hair in a short
ponytail tied with coarse string. His hunter green vest was littered with
pockets as were his tan cargo pants. Pouches of assorted size and material
decorated his belt. He confidently strode forward, his boots kicking up red
dust in their wake, admiring the jumbled mess he had captured. Calmly he
rummaged through his pockets removing a pair of white metallic shackles from
one he approached Pan's still struggling pinned body. Lifting the heavy net to
expose her arms he snapped the cuffs in place on her delicate wrists before,
pulling the rest of her outside the net's oppressive grasp and hauling her
roughly to her feet. He gave her another look over before grunting in approval
and shuffling her in the direction of a covered two wheeled cart.
   Pan's eyes watered and she bit her lip willing herself not to cry in
frustration at the reality of her predicament. She couldn't cry, crying was a
sign of weakness. She hadn't just been caught, she had been captured by a
slaver which meant she would likely never have a mate. Her life could have only
two directions now. Either she'd be sold off planet as a plaything for some
weird alien collector or she'd become the whore of some rich saiyajin snob
until he tired of her or took a mate then she would be passed to another owner
only to repeat the cycle, if she was lucky she wouldn't be too badly abused,
but with saiyajins abuse was almost a certainty.
   As the cart's twin wheels lurched forward she observed it's others
occupants. Five girls were huddled together tears painting their dirty bruised
faces their ragged clothing a testament to the horrors they saw this night.
This slaver had done very well, to get one or two away from the hormonally
challenged males was impressive, but to get six? This slaver must really know
his stuff... Pan watched the dusty red scenery pass as they approached the
city. The small cave homes she was accustomed to gave way to enormous pristine
white metallic buildings with small bubble windows and the bumpy country trail
became an unfamiliar paved white road. The sun started to peek over the
horizon, as the night finally ended. How ironic to be caught by a slaver... Pan
briefly wondered if it would have been better to let one of her attackers win
and become her mate She let out a defeated sigh, it was too late for that, it
was too late for anything.
  The cart jerked to a halt and the greedy slaver took off after another girl.
Pan took her chance, with her hands still bound and her little remaining ki
suppressed she rolled off the back of the cart. Trying to flee with her wrists
bound during the full moon would be suicide. Taking cover behind a small
storage building, she waited in complete silence until the slaver returned.
   The girl he was carrying was resisting, twisting violently as she
desperately tried to free herself from his grasp. Her loud protests only aiding
Pan in her sneak attack. While he was still facing the cart trying to end the
girl's vain struggles Pan crept behind him without a sound. She threw her
shackled hands over his head using the short chain to strangle him. He dropped
the protesting girl to flail, helplessly clawing at the chain. Pan hung on,
slowly choking him of air until he passed out. Once she was sure he was out
cold she released him. His limp body crumbled to the ground with a heavy thud
and she frantically searched his ridiculous pockets for a key. After three
pockets and no luck she was getting desperate finally, she pulled the key from
the fourth pocket. Pan used her mouth to maneuver the key into the lock on her
cuffs and slid them off. Next she freed the other girls. The grateful girls
tearfully thanked her and made presumably empty promises to repay her if ever
they could before finally taking off into sun streaked morning sky.
   Pan dropped the key onto the white pavement and was just about to take
flight herself when the now conscious slaver grabbed her tail. Pain shot
through her entire body and all strength left her limbs. She fell to her knees,
her teary chocolate eyes meeting his fiery black depths with renewed fear. His
livid eyes bore into her large terrified ones as he spoke.
   "Never in all my years has even ONE girl escaped, but now I lost an entire
night's worth of work. If I return empty handed I will be laughed out of
employment." His glare and grip intensified and Pan winced sucking in a sharp
breath, seeing spots dance in her vision.
   "You will pay DEARLY for my humiliation." He jerked her tail propelling her
face first into metallic road. While she lay stunned from the pain, he removed
more shackles from his numerous pockets cuffing her hands behind her back this
time. He then violently threw her tired body into the empty cart, grabbing
another pair of cuffs he secured her ankle to the cart, with that he seemed
satisfied.
   "You may have freed the others, but your fate is sealed." He strode quickly
to the front of the cart quietly musing to himself, this girl would have the
worst master on Vegeta-sei he'd make sure of that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Trunks stood surveying the damages. All of his private concubines, saiyajin
and alien alike lay dead. Expensive silk dresses stained crimson lay in burnt
shreds as cooling blood congealed around the pile of corpses. His loins were
still hot, burning with unfulfilled desires. The ki suppression bracelet his
mother invented lay in pieces on the cold metallic floor and clearly the urge
suppressing pills were not doing their job. His hard blue eyes dismissed the
carnage as he sourly made his way back to his chambers.
   A deep sigh left his mouth, this was his second full moon since he came of
age. His teeth ached for blood. He was now twenty-eight and still had no mate.
If he was unable to produce an heir soon the counsel would turn against him
perhaps, in favor of his uncle Tarble. They had even made the foolish
suggestion he mate Bulla, his sister, with her similar pedigree it was thought
perhaps she could withstand his powerful lust. This idea was quickly rejected
by the King. Bulla had a very low power level and likely would not survive
coupling. Which was all the better in his opinion, as the aqua haired girl did
not suit his tastes in the slightest. Her frivolous chatty nature got on his
nerves to no end, as did her overly pampered upbringing.
   His hand raked through his long unruly lavender hair. During the last full
moon he had participated in the hunt as a regular saiyajin should. The final
result had been horrific. By the end of the night over one hundred saiyajins
lay dead, male and female alike. His power was simply too uncontrollable. This
time they gathered female saiyajins and alien slaves all with above average
power levels in hopes of sating the Prince's beast-like urges. This too proved
obviously unsuccessful. Pain and heat surged through his body again pooling in
his throbbing groin. He ground his teeth would there ever be a cure? The second
moon would be full soon and he didn't know if he could survive without an
outlet.
   The second moon Kizuna is known as the bonding moon. This moon was not
native to Vegeta-sei. The moon came from Kanassa-sei. In the year 736 a
saiyajin raiding party cleared Kanassa-sei of life for Frieza. Soon there
after, Frieza decided the planet did not suit his needs and destroyed it. It's
freed moon was pulled in by the strong gravity of nearby Vegeta-sei and
resettled in it's orbit. The red Kizuna moon is closer to Vegeta-sei and even
though it is a smaller moon than Chikara it's closer proximity has caused
oozaru transformations even with the anti-oozaru shields in place. It is full
every twenty-nine years. This will be the first time Trunks experiences the
Kizuna moon's effects.
Chapter End Notes
       So, that is it for chapter one. I'm trying for longer chapters, and
     hopefully my attention span with hold. ADHD Sorry, >.<* Let me know
     how you like it <3 Star-chan
       P.S. I'm still totally shipping Trunks/Pan, even though it seems
     Trunks/Mai is going to be cannon bleh.
***** Fate *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter two is complete :) I hope you are enjoying my story. Please,
     let me know what you think good or bad, reviews provide insight and
     help me grow as a writer. Thank You for all your support <3
 
 Pan's wrists and ankle were raw, she finally gave up fighting the cuffs, and
now lay face down, completely exhausted. She lifted her head slightly, and
peered out the back of the cart, watching the slow moving scenery pass in a
white blur, painted yellow and orange in the rising sun's rays. The cart
continued down the smooth pearly road carrying her deeper into the foreign
city, and soon Pan's tired body was lulled into a haunting sleep...
 She was running... from what she didn't know... the scent of lavender drifted
through the air making her strangely dizzy. She tripped, crashing painfully
into the uneven ground, her eyes strained trying to search her pitch black
surroundings. Something warm brushed against her, she gasped turning sharply,
and called out.
 "Who's there?" Her voice shook, giving physical form to her fear. The question
echoed into the vast darkness, answered by a low chuckle. Pan's blood froze,
and her throat was suddenly dry. She formed a second question.
 "What do you want with me?" Then paused, waiting, but again her question went
unanswered. The lavender scent clung in her nostrils. Burning with it's
intoxicating aroma. She moved to stand, but was forcefully thrown down her
unseen enemy. Pan's head hit the cold floor hard, and warm blood trickled into
her vision. She smeared it away with her hand, and tried again to stand,
ignoring her throbbing head. Another unseen blow was landed, and her knees
buckled. She swayed uneasily before falling the short distance to the ground
once more, and her mind slipped into blackness.
 The cart came to an abrupt halt in front of a large dome shaped building, the
morning sun still lazily creeping over the horizon illuminating Vegeta-sei's
red sky. The slaver approached Pan's fitfully sleeping form, freed her ankle
then roughly shook her in an attempt to wake her. She mumbled calling out to
her imaginary foe incoherently before shifting position and continuing her
restless sleep. Fed up, the slaver left, returning promptly with a large pail
of icy water. He dumped the freezing liquid over Pan who's eyes immediately
bolted open as she sputtered in undignified shock. Panicked, wide eyes
frantically scanned her surroundings for her attacker, before the clanking
chains binding her hands reminded her of her current predicament. She was now
wide awake not to mention even more miserable...
 "What the HELL did you do THAT for?" Pan's soaked tail bristled flicking
angrily behind her sending water droplets intentionally in the direction of her
attacker. She continued to throw insults at him, growling and grunting in
primal saiyajin tongue for a several long minutes before calming down.
 He ignored her ranting, smirking in mild amusement as he carefully navigated
his many pockets once again. Finally, locating the desired item, he extracted a
large silver ring from his front left pocket. Forcefully grasping Pan's arm, he
unlocked her shackles allowing them to fall to the cart’s floor with a heavy
thud. Before Pan could formulate an escape plan he slid the ring over her right
hand and onto her wrist. He paused, never releasing her arm he patted a few
other pockets then, withdrew a small remote, pressing a round green button on
it, the ring to shrank fitting her thin wrist snugly. n
 Pan's ki dropped sharply, and she instantly knew what happened. She growled,
angry with herself for not expecting it, and began attacking the ki suppressor.
It emitted a slight shock, temporarily stunning her in her weakened state. She
growled again shaking her foggy head, at her own weakness. Crossing her arms
over her chest, she silently measured her usable ki, ::not even enough to
fly.:: she thought dryly. The slaver watched her display, and finally decided
she was finished. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and drug her out of
the cart pushing her roughly into the nearby dome building. Her soaked clothes
clung to her well defined petite frame as she made her soggy march forward.
 Inside the building, she was greeted by wolf whistles as the other slavers
took in the soaked rags she wore. Her face burned with embarrassment and
resent. She shouldn't be here. She was forcefully shoved against a wall and
told to wait for her photo to be taken. Pan stood there begrudgingly in her wet
rags glaring at anyone foolish enough to make eye contact.
 Finally finished, with spots still dancing in her vision, she was shuffled
towards a gigantic metal desk where a pump elderly female saiyajin was sitting
in an overly plush beige chair in front of monstrously sized computer monitor.
 "Senior officer Taki, returning from the hunt with new merchandise." Pan's
body bristled at the word merchandise, sensing the change in her Taki smirked
darkly enjoying her discomfort. The woman behind the desk began typing then,
pulled out a few blank forms. Taki began filling them in, handing one to Pan
with a pen. He silently hoped she could read and write. Much to Taki’s relief,
she quickly scanned the questions, and started to fill in the blanks.
1. Name: Pan
2. Level: 3rd Class
3. Age: 16
4. Power Level: 1,000,000
5. Gender: Female
6. Father: Gohan
7. Mother: Videl
 Finished with the short form, she slid the paper back towards the woman at the
computer. She took it, somewhat surprised the bumpkin girl before her could
read and write, and began entering the information. She stopped abruptly at her
power level sighing dramatically she turned to Pan.
 "Honey, I really wish young girls, like yourself, wouldn't lie on these. It
makes my job much easier if you just answer truthfully." Pan angrily snatched
the paper back, and crossed off 1,000,000. She replaced it with 10,000,000 and
shoved the paper back in the face of the irritating woman. She went to enter
the number for the second time, glancing down at the paper she became irate.
 "All right, I KNOW you are lying. I can't see why, but there is NO way your
power level is that high. The only people even remotely near that power level
belong to the royal family, and you're nothing, but 3rd class trash." Pan
smiled proudly, but said nothing further inducing the woman’s ire.
 "Okay, you want to play pretend then, FINE! Have it your way, but I don't
think you'll last a week after the auction, especially with the elites, and
royals." She turned her back to Pan, and briskly typed the information into the
computer. Spinning to face Pan once again, she smiled maliciously.
 "I really hope you like pain, because you just got yourself one hell of a
dose."
 Taki had finished his forms awhile ago, and watched the dispute with
interest... Now, he just needed to persuade a certain buyer of her worth... and
revenge would be his.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 Yawning, Trunks begrudgingly drug boots onto his tired feet. He had not slept
a wink last night. His body was still burning. His blood hummed calling him to
mate, producing the painful bulge now hidden behind his tight armor still
aching in it's need for release. He had even stooped so low as to try
pleasuring himself, but to no avail.
 Angry he decided to check out the auction house and take note of any
potentially worthy females caught during the hunt. Not that he expected to find
anything, those low level slavers rarely captured anything worth note, but he
needed an outlet and soon. The Kizuna moon was fast approaching and from what
he'd been told no male of mating age could resist it's pull. He growled under
his breath his pent up hormones making him even more irritable than usual.
 Finally prepared, he went to greet his Father and tell him the morbidly dismal
results of the previous night. No doubt he would be displeased. Females were
hard to come by and powerful females were exceptionally rare. He had
unintentionally murdered at least eleven young saiyajin girls last night yet,
he felt no guilt or remorse. They died because they were weak. It was not his
fault, it was their destiny. If he hadn't killed them someone else would have.
Sure they may have lived longer under the care of another, but sooner or later
their weakness would have brought about their demise. At least this way they
didn't share their weakness with the gene pool. The alien girls he gave
absolutely no thought to. They were a dime a dozen, any color, any species. He
could have them at the drop of hat.
 Trunks’ boots squeaked against the polished floor as he turned sharply to
enter the throne room. Vegeta sat waiting, already knowing the outcome of his
son's sexual exploits. He nodded acknowledging his only son as he knelt before
him giving the traditional fist over the heart salute. Trunk looked up at his
father. Waiting for the older saiyajin to begin the conversation.
 “Trunks, I see that you remain unsated, were the woman supplied
unsatisfactory?” His voice echoed through the throne room.
 “Father,” Trunks started, looking up at his King “The provided women were
unable to fulfill their duties.” Trunks finished pain searing through his body
again as his throbbing shaft recalled it's disappointment.
 Vegeta noticed the slight shift in Trunks as the heat pulsed through him.
“Very well, you may select one girl from last night's hunt to serve you during
the upcoming Kizuna moon. Choose carefully.” Vegeta dismissed Trunks with a
wave before retiring from the throne room himself.
 ::Only one?:: Trunks thought absently. Over one hundred saiyajins had died
between this Chikara moon and the last. Still he had not found release. How
could one woman possibly fulfill his rampaging desires? He wasn’t sure such a
woman existed at all, let alone the odds of such a woman being captured by
those incompetent slavers. Trunks felt certain disaster on the horizon as he
took off in the direction of the auction house. His burning need further
souring his foul temperament.
***** Escape *****
Chapter Notes
     Lots of changes and added content in this chapter. Hope to get the
     next chapter out soon.
 Pan was led away from Taki, and placed in a long line of female saiyajins,
presumably, all captured during last night's hunt. They were taken down a
lengthy labyrinth of corridors. Until the guard paused at one of the many
identical doors and rapidly typed a sequence of numbers into the keypad. The
metallic door slid open revealing a small empty training room. The group was
ushered inside and he repeated the keypad sequence sealing the door behind
them.
 One by one, their ki suppressors were removed, and their fighting skills were
tested. Pan waited impatiently for her turn, observing the women before her, it
soon became obvious how they were captured. They were pitiful, no one could
possibly want a mate THAT weak, and for another matter who would even want them
as slaves? Pan continued to regard the pathetic scene before her with scant
interest.
 First, the young saiyajin in charge of the line removed their ki suppressor.
Next, the women met with a bulky bald saiyajin who checked their power level
with a scouter. This was followed by a short sparring session with a burly
saiyajin to assess their overall combat prowess. Finally, each participant was
sent to a frail looking elderly guard who stamped a colored dot on the back of
their right hand indicating which level of the auction they would be in. He
gave another stamp on their left which was an approximate of their coin value
based on their combined power level, fighting skills and physical attributes.
Coin value would determine the auction’s order with less valuable slaves being
auctioned first and higher valued slaves being saved for later on.
 Soon enough it was her turn. The young saiyajin guard glanced down at the form
she had filled out earlier. "Pan.... power level 10,000,000?" He eyed the tiny
young girl before him skeptically, her head barely reached his chest, she was
ridiculous puny even for a female. He grinned mockingly, while removing her ki
suppressor.
 "Well I hope you ain't bluffing too much, because you're in way over your
head." Pan smiled back confidently, while moving away from the young guard and
towards the bald saiyajin who had stepped back to adjust his scouter. She
crouched into stance, and raised her ki to 10,000. The guard with the scouter
was not impressed. He yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth, his boredom
clearly evident. Annoyed, Pan bumped it up a notch, her ki climbing to
1,000,000. The guard's eyes widened slightly visibly shocked at the reading
displayed on his scouter. He scribbled down the reading. Noting while it was
far superior to the other girls, it was still only a fraction of the 10,000,000
she had listed on her form. He all but pushed Pan to the next guard suddenly
keen to watch the small girl spar.
 The burly saiyajin stood in place with his arms crossed expectantly. He was
radiating self assurance. Pan eyed the defenseless saiyajin before her
curiously as she moved into sparring stance. He made no move to follow suit,
further baffling the girl before him. After several long seconds he broke the
prolonged silence.
 "Come on girl attack me, I don't have all day to kick your ass, there are at
least thirty more girls for me to beat today. So, let's not draw this out too
much, okay?" Pan smirked at the overconfident burly saiyajin.
 “All right, I'll make this quick for you then," She clenched her hands into
fists and her power level skyrocketed far above what the scouter had read only
minutes ago. Energy exploded around her, swirling in a violently, throwing the
elderly saiyajin and the rest of the defenseless female captives back against
the wall. The bald guard's scouter raced upward until it exploded, leaving him
stunned speechless. The burly saiyajin stood frozen, his confidence drained as
he observed her display of power.
 Pan took her chance, lunging forward she knocked the awestruck guard off his
feet, and before he could right himself she rendered him unconscious with a
swift strike to the base of the neck.
 Next she shifted her attention to the bald saiyajin. Raining hard blows upon
him until he too fell in an unresponsive heap. She then turned her attention to
the young guard. His eyes held a sudden interest in the runty girl as he moved
forward taking stance to challenge her. Pan moved forward accepting his
provocation. Her muscles coiled tight before she sprung into action taking the
young male by surprise with her speed. One solid blow to the head and he too
dropped like a bag of bricks. She looked down at the lamentable excuse for a
guard sprawled across the floor, and let out a disappointed sigh.
 Shaking her head, and forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand. She
hastily made her way to the door and mirrored the button sequence the young
guard had used, the heavy metal door opened, revealing her path to freedom.
 Instantly she took to the air, flying at high speed down the twisted
corridors, searching frantically for an exit. Pan showed little attention to
the open path in front of her, her eyes busy scanning the surrounding walls and
forked paths for any sign of her liberation from this accursed building. With a
tangible hope of escape foremost in her mind, she turned her head left,
scanning the next area for potential exits, suddenly slamming violently into
something solid.
 Pan skidded backwards, her bottom squeaking across the polished floor. Slowly
looking up she focused her vision on the obstacle blocking the path. Her
muddled gaze was met by a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at her with clear
distaste. An arctic chill swept across her as she peered back at the unfamiliar
man blocking her path.
 Quickly, she scrambled to back her feet, and reflexively fell into fighting
stance, her eyes glued to the threat before her. The tall muscular man smirked
in mild amusement, was it really possible that she didn't know who he was?
Entertaining the idea, he followed her lead, waiting impatiently for her first
move. She surveyed him carefully, trying to guess the power level and skill of
the lavender haired man before her.
 "Trying to guess my power level?" a deep husky voice breathed darkly in her
ear. She spun to face the unexpected voice and a heavy fist impacted with her
stomach. Pan winced, holding her injured stomach, trying to anticipate her
mysterious adversary's next move.
 "You shouldn't turn you back on your opponent, especially when you started the
fight" he chided, mockingly toying with her. He circled her calmly, drawing
increasingly closer with each step. Pan held her breath, carefully gauging the
distance between them. He prepared his second attack, his tight muscles flexing
as he readied to spring from his position. But, before he could act, Pan leapt
into the air bringing both of her arms down on his back, forcefully hammering
him to the ground. In seconds, he was back on his feet, brushing her attack off
like nothing.
 "You'll pay for that." he snarled. His cold sneer faltered, as the crippling
heat from his loins surged through him again. His taunting ceased abruptly, and
his speed drastically increased. Instantly he had the small girl pinned between
himself and the wall. Her pure scent filled his nostrils pushing his control to
the brink. He reacted to his blood’s call, grinding himself against her
struggling form earning the first sweet waves of pleasure he had felt since
this ordeal had begun. His tongue slid down her neck tasting her. His teeth
ached to taste her blood and feverishly nipped at her throat. He could smell
her arousal growing as he dominated her unclaimed body. His tail snaked loose
sliding up her thigh and coming to rest at her waist. It rubbed seductively
against her’s sending ripples of bliss back to it's owner. A purr rumbled from
his throat as his tail stroked her’s, and errotic thoughts filled his mind.
 Pan’s mind was hazy, one moment she seemed evenly matched with the large male
before her the next she was trapped and he was grinding against her body. She
had to find a way out. She felt his tongue roaming her neck nipping and
sucking, pushing her body to respond to his mating call. His tail began its
ascent gliding up her thigh, stopping only when it met hers. The sensation of
his tail rubbing across her tightly wrapped one brought her closer to the point
of no return.
 Resisting his allure and her own instincts, she bit her tongue, using pain to
focus her mind. Then she buckled her knees, breaking his loosened hold with the
unexpected force of her body weight. She kicked off the wall, propelling
herself between the lavender haired man’s legs putting a short distance between
her and her attacker.
 He growled low and feral at the loss of contact, she would not escape. He
could see her round chocolate eyes frantically searching for an escape route
while still trying to keep an eye on his movements. A wasted effort, his long
hair rose on end and energy crackled wildly through the air as his power
spiked. Keeping it just below super saiyajin level, he indulged himself in a
private game of cat and mouse.
 Exhausted, Pan stumbled numbly backwards as the confident fighter continued to
shorten distance between them. He was radiating power. Alarmed by his growing
ki she withdrew, rapidly losing ground until she felt the cold metal wall
behind her. She was trapped. Arrogantly smirking, he continued slowly advancing
forward, savoring her fear, and gradually closing the distance between himself
and his prey.
 His increased ki enhanced his instincts, making his savage need grow stronger.
A low rumbling growl left him as his cold eyes traveled down the small tempting
body of the cornered girl. She stood bravely, refusing to cower, even with her
scent drenched in fear. Her ragged clothing clung protectively over her heaving
chest, barely shielding her ample breasts and their erect nipples from his
piercing eyes. He watched the rise and fall of her chest with each petrified
breath she drew. He could hear the panicked hammering of her heart, his member
pulsed in excitement. He continued his advance, enjoying the power he held.
 Her mind raced, there had to be a way out... He was less than a yard from her
now, his fierce lust clouded eyes locked on hers. In one last desperate effort,
Pan closed her eyes and began raising her power level higher and higher. She
ignored her hunger and exhaustion, soaring past her previous high reaching deep
within herself for something she couldn't quite grasp. Her hair flickered
between raven and golden rapidly just before her remaining energy fizzled, and
she crumbled to the floor. Lavender, was the last thing she recalled before
slipping away...
 He stood frozen, watching in astonishment her power level climb before she
suddenly collapsed. She'd almost done it, with proper training she could be the
first female super saiyajin. He bent down, gently lifting her tiny weight with
newfound respect.
 His body responded to her proximity immediately, sending another painful wave
of heat to pool in his loins, her innocent scent again wafting under his nose,
nearly undoing him. Her head fell against his chest exposing the defenseless
juncture of her neck. It called to him, he had bested her, she should be his,
his blood sang calling for him to give in and take the girl. She was his to
bed. He resisted, he needed to know more about her. Throwing her over his
shoulder he removed some of his temptation, then powered down, his long
lavender hair falling softly back into place just as Taki arrived with a
platoon of guards.
 Taki stepped forward, bowing he placed his fist over his heart before greeting
his Prince "Ah, I see you've captured the escapee my Prince."
 "Escapee? She is for the auction then?" Trunks inquired, genuinely baffled as
to how any of these low level slavers had caught such a prize.
 "Yes my Prince she is scheduled for the elite auction tomorrow afternoon, but
she got away from our guards."
 Wordlessly, he passed the small unconscious female to the closest guard,
already missing the warmth of her in his arms and biting his tongue to avoid
voicing his annoyance. Her intoxicating scent laced with power was driving his
hormones crazy. Jealousy flared bitterly inside him as he saw the girl cradled
against the chest of the guard. Never had he felt so envious, it took
everything he had to resist killing the guards and taking her this instant. He
stifled his urges, not trusting himself to converse further with the girl in
the room. He turned abruptly, taking flight and sped back to his quarters in
the palace.
 His body begged for release and the perfect outlet literally ran right into
him. Her sweet virgin scent still clung to his clothing. Her dark defiant eyes
filled with unwavering pride burned in his memory. She was proud, she was
strong, and he would have her. No one on Vegeta-sei could stop him.
***** Morning *****
Chapter Notes
     A slighty longer chapter this time. And lots of cultural backstory in
     this one, I know you probably want more meat (T/P), but first I need
     to flesh out my view of society on Vegeta-sei. I really want to
     develop this story’s location and cast, not just write a lemon with
     no content. Such pickiness, I know >.<* Four chapters done :)
     Thanks for the comment Trunks_N_Vegeta_LVR and the kudos:
     Trunks_N_Vegeta_LVR, withouteverything, lilithx3, and mystery guest.
     It means a lot to me that you appreciate my work.
 Pan winced as the bright daylight filtered into her tired eyes. She rolled
over, and forced her stiff, bruised body up.
 "What happened? Where am I?" her foggy mind attempted to reprocess the day’s
events which led to her current situation.
 Scanning the room around herself, she took in her surroundings. It was a small
room clearly aged and likely used rarely. The walls were mostly white, freckled
with rust spots of varying sizes. The freezing metal floor was worn and caked
with what looked like years of filth. A thin pile of musty straw lay beneath
her partially shielding her near naked body from the floor’s icy temperature,
and an ancient bucket was tucked in the corner clearly meant for toiletry use.
There was one tiny bubble window with thick bars to her right, it’s high
placement on the wall made it impossible to see out from her current location.
The bright light illuminating the room came from the lone window, and a heavily
rusted metal door sat not far in front of her.
 Pan turned to her left noticing a small tray with several fruits and a flask
of liquid, which she assumed was water. Her empty stomach loudly voiced it’s
complaints as soon as the meager rations were within view. No time was wasted
devouring the fruit, it hit her empty stomach not even denting her ravenous
appetite. So much of her energy had been depleted between the hunt and her
failed escape attempt it would take time and a great deal more nutrients before
she felt up to par again. Pan took a large gulp from the flask washing her
inadequate meal down, and was pleasantly surprised to find the flask contained
warm tea, not water. The soothing liquid coated her parched throat and warmed
her belly and too soon the flask lay empty.
 Now partially fed, and feeling slightly more alive Pan slid her hands up the
primarily smooth surface of the wall behind her. Bracing herself with the wall
she slowly managed to stand on her battered, wobbly legs. She straightened her
back, removing her hands from the wall, and took two unsteady steps forward.
Immediately, dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell back to the floor, nearly
losing the freshly acquired contents in her stomach.
 Jumbled memories flooded her mind causing her head to throb painfully as it
tried to sort them into order. She remembered ... she was caught during the
hunt... and tried to escape when they were checking her power level...
lavender... something? A chill ran down her spine, not something, someone...
with lavender hair? No, that was impossible, all saiyajins had dark hair... Pan
shook her head clearing away her muddled thoughts as the loud clang of the
rusty door lock sounded, its worn hinges creaking open.
 A tall saiyajin man with short fawn colored hair stood in the doorway.Staring
at Pan, he contemplated the puny girl slouched on the grungy floor. Pan
endeavored to stand once again, only to promptly collapse back to the floor.
She cursed her weakness, immediately making a third equally unsuccessful
attempt. The man sneered at her pathetic display, and stalked towards her.
Bending over, and roughly grabbing ahold of her small body, he slung her over
his shoulder like a bag of produce. She wanted to fight this loss of dignity,
but her body refused to comply. He turned abruptly, spinning her vision of the
room ang exited the room continuing down the hallway.
 Pan's throbbing head swam as she tried to take in everything while upside
down. The man's steady pace swayed her back, and forth causing her sour stomach
to lurch and feel seasick. Just when Pan thought she might lose the miserable
contents of her aching belly, they came to a stop in front of a shiny silver
door.
 The man punched a few numbers on the control pad and the door silently slid
open. He walked inside, and dumped Pan onto a heap of pillows in the corner,
then turned and walking over to a beautiful delicate looking saiyajin woman. He
greeted her with a shy smile, and proceeded to give his report.
 "Officer Kivi, reporting as ordered with the slave girl, Pan." The woman
smiled gently back at him and nodded before gracefully moving towards Pan. She
bent down moving her face close to Pan’s before softly speaking.
 "So, you're the little one that gave us so much trouble?" She clamped a thin
gold collar around Pan's neck, and adjusted the settings on her control.
Standing, she turned back towards Kivi bowing her head slightly.
 "Thank you, Kivi. I have everything under control now, you may leave." Kivi
nodded in response, glancing one last time at the tiny saiyajin girl. Was she
really worth all this fuss? He had heard the rumors of her near escape and
alleged power level, but were they really true? Could such a puny girl really
hold so much power? He shook his head clearing his thoughts and, exited through
the silver door sliding it closed behind him.
 The woman brought her attention back to Pan. "My name is Korin, I'm in charge
of getting you ready for auction, and since you are a special case... the
collar you are wearing will only allow you a power level of ten. Which makes
you completely harmless.” She smiled brightly, before continuing with her
bubbly chatter.
 “I would highly recommend you avoid a second attempt. Since your first near
escape everyone in the building has become extremely interested in your
abilities.” She was twirling her hair on her finger absently as she babbled
away.
 "Okay, first off, let's get those wounds healed, no one likes damaged
merchandise." Pan tried to stand and met with the same embarrassing result for
what seemed like the hundredth time today. Korin stood contemplating the heap
in front of her.
 “Well, that's no good.” she mused bending over she gently pulled Pan to her
feet, bracing her tired body with her own. Another wave of dizziness washed
over Pan, the room spun, but Korin kept a firm grip and Pan thankfully stayed
upright this time. She slowly led Pan towards a small annex inside the room.
Once there, Korin sat her down a wide wooden bench with a high back.
 ”Alright, now off with those rags.” she spoke suddenly in a commanding voice.
Pan looked at her confused by her demand, but began disrobing. She struggled
with the knot in her belt and Korin's soft warm hands swiftly replaced hers
untying it effortlessly. Pan squirmed uncomfortably in her undergarments
awaiting further instructions. Korin noted the pause.
 “Come on now, strip! We haven't got all day.” Korin announced her demand
again, this time clapping her hands for emphasis. Pan opened her mouth to
protest, but nothing came out. Her face flushed as she fumbled to removing her
tattered bra and underwear. Now stark naked, she fidgeted uncomfortably, her
tail creeping to her front, pitifully trying to conceal her from the stranger's
gaze.
 Ignoring Pan’s discomfort, Korin nodded in approval, assisting Pan back to her
feet and guiding her towards another part of the room. She helped Pan climb
into a strange half glass machine and fitted her with a mask.
 “Okay, when I close this door this tank with fill with a healing solution.
Don't panic, you will be able to breath through the mask. I recommend closing
your eyes and getting some rest, you'll probably be in here for at least a few
hours.” Pan nodded in response, and Korin smiled warmly back at the young girl.
She tapped a few buttons on the control pad and the door lowered sealing Pan
inside. A warm bubbly teal solution began to fill the small compartment around
Pan, it burned her wounds on contact, but immediately after felt pleasantly
soothing. She closed her eyes relaxing as the solution reached her face,
welcoming rest in her exhausted state.
 Again the scent of lavender invaded her dreams. She couldn't get away from it.
The more she ran the stronger it became. Panic invaded her senses, she needed
to escape. She felt danger. Her struggles to escape her dream began to show on
her vitals and Korin saw her heart rate spike as she struggled inside the
regeneration tank.
 Pan's erratic movements pulled the mask from her face. Teal fluid surged down
her throat into her lungs. She couldn't breath. Her mind was still trapped in
the dream. Lavender choked her, cutting off her air flow. She fought to pull
air into her needy lungs, but couldn't She heard a faint beeping sound it
penetrated her mind pulling her back to reality. Her eyes snapped opened to
blurry vision through the teal healing liquid. She pounded on the glass unable
to breath or cry out. The beeps became louder as the solution swiftly drained
and the glass rose dumping her sputtering naked body onto the cold metal floor.
Pan's coughs slowed then ceased. She looked up and saw Korin leaning over her
with a worried expression. Slowly she sat up physically feeling much better
than she had before the chamber, but emotionally she was a mess. She couldn't
remember what happened only the fear and panic that had overcame her.
 Korin helped her up and guided her towards a heavy curtain concealing another
annex in the room. She pulled back the silky smooth fabric that hung as a door.
Warm steam assaulted Pan’s wet naked body as she passed through the curtain.
She walked a few steps into the foggy annex stopping in front a steaming pool.
 Once Pan was inside, Korin dropped the curtain, allowing the fabric to fall
closed behind them. She then made a series of clucking whistling noises,
summoning three girls who were sitting on a bench not far from them. They
responded quickly, busying themselves with getting Pan ready for her bath.
 Pan’s tail shifted nervously as she examined the strange women fussing over
her. They definitely were not saiyajins, their flaming orange hair and lack of
tails told her that much. What species were they, she wondered. Curious, she
looked to Korin, who shook her head sadly with downcast eyes. Pan decided
against voicing the question aloud.
 Soon, she was happily soaking in the warm steamy water as the three women
immersed themselves washing her hair, and scrubbing every inch of her filthy
skin. Once finished, they effortlessly lifted her out of the water, and shoved
her into the next partition of the annex. An endless barricade of colorful
clothing greeted Pan, all made from the finest materials. The women scurried
about the rack, bickering in their strange tongue as they set about selecting
an outfit for her.
 They tossed her some royal blue silky underwear and a matching bra, both
trimmed with an excessive amount of lace. Pan eyed them briefly with distaste,
before putting them on. Anything was better than being naked.
 Next, they found her a long flowing blue gown with a lace up back and low cut
front. The sleeves became transparent after the shoulders, and went down to
cover about half of her hands. A sash of the transparent fabric was tied around
her waist as a makeshift belt. They pulled her half her hair back leaving the
rest loose down her back, and pulled some pieces free to frame her face.
 Korin entered the room and made a series of disapproving whistles to the alien
women. She wanted to present Pan as a warrior, not as a whore. Granted that she
would almost certainly become a whore for her new master but, by presenting her
as a warrior first, they could capitalize on her unusual ki, driving her
monetary value through the roof. The auction would have more than enough cheap
whores. She needed to market Pan as is, something rare, something completely
different from the other girls.
 The women disappeared back into the sea of clothing. This time they returned
with royal blue spandex and gleaming white armor. The stretchy suit showed
every line of her body and Pan eagerly took the armor plating to hide behind.
Her face was flushed scarlet by the time she finished dressing. Korin nodded in
approval, the suit defined her curves, clearly showcasing her physical appeal
while hiding her flesh from view, temping the buyers with the unknown.
 Satisfied with Pan’s appearance Korin’s job was done. She summoned Kivi, and
after a brief exchange between then Kivi lead Pan out of Korin chambers and
back down the winding hallway to another door. He pulled a rusted key from his
belt pouch, jamming it forcefully into the stubborn lock. The old lock
reluctantly groaned open with a resounding clank. He advised Pan to up rest
until the auction, before ushering her inside the small room.
 Once inside, Pan's eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room. An old cot was tucked
against the far wall underneath a barred window, the only source of light. A
bucket for toiletry use sat in the corner. Besides the addition of the cot, the
room was nearly identical to the first room she had woke up in. White walls and
a cold metal floor, minus the rust stains this time. Pan's stomach groaned, she
turned to ask Kivi about food just as the door slammed shut and the ancient
lock clicked shut.
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 Trunks woke up with renewed disappointment. He dreamt of her again. Her long
black hair wrapped around his fist as he buried himself in her body. She was
haunting him, teasing him, her sweet scent still clung to his armor calling to
him. The girl he battled in the auction house would not leave his thoughts. She
was his, at least his saiyajin genes told him she was. He had no doubt that he
would win her in the auction, no one would dare bid their Prince. He would
bring her back to this room and bed her, ridding himself of years of pent up
desires, but then what? Would she survive? Would he keep her as a slave or mate
her?
 Bonding is a very complicated thing. In order to complete a bond the male must
get the female to submit. Not just physically either, she must submit mentally
as well. He then places a claiming mark, a bite wound, on her right collarbone
and she reciprocates this mark on her chosen male's right collarbone. If the
female doesn't claim the male back the bond is incomplete and can potentially
be broken by another stronger male's claim. Not to mention the physical and
mental anguish that accompanies an incomplete bond.
 His head hurt. The ongoing pain in his lower areas was not helping him think
this through. Her defiant eyes flashed in his mind. Could he get her to submit?
Would she be willing to be his forever? Not that she had a choice in that
mater. He would own her body if nothing else. Other females had practically
thrown themselves at his feet, but none had been able to withstand his passion.
This girl would be the mother of his children, the next generation of royals
that much he was near certain of, but would she spend her years relaxing in
luxury or trying to escape him?
 Powerful males, elites, were often able to suppress their instincts, bedding
multiple females before they choose their mate. Less powerful males however,
are instinctively driven to mark the first female they bed during the full
moon. This results in many strained relationships. The lower ranking males
rarely live with the females they have claimed, only visiting them when they
feel the urge to breed. The females sometimes do not even know the name of
their mate and report their offspring's father as unknown.
 Most saiyajin children are raised in pods until, they are ready to be deployed
on missions. This allows female saiyajins to return to battle soon after giving
birth, an option few pass on.
 An exception on pod rearing is sometimes made for female offspring. Female
saiyajins are far less numerous than males and much more valuable. Scientists
have been known to sell off females born with higher power levels then, claim
the child has had a defect or an accident and died. Knowing this, some saiyajin
families choose to raise their female offspring themselves instead of using the
pod nursery.
 The royal family was another exception to the pod rule. Trunks spent the first
two years of his life with his mother. After that his father became the sole
caregiver in his life. He occasionally still saw his mother, mostly during
public events, but was not allowed any physical contact or prolonged visits. He
vaguely remembered the softness of his mother the gentle way she sang to him
and carried him. She doted upon her baby boy, and he was happy with her, but
his father needed a Saiyajin Prince. His mother's softness was unbecoming for
Prince of all Saiyajins. Everything changed after his father took control of
his education. He was taught to hide his emotions. He learned strength and
pride were the most important aspects of a saiyajin. Never appear weak, never
lose, never bend, those were his father's words. He respected his father and
wanted to make him proud.
 His sister Bulla was another story. After he left his mother to spend his days
with father she became depressed. She longed for her child and the bond she
shared with his father amplified these feelings annoying him until, he
eventually gave in. His father gifted her with another child. This time to
their amazement, a princess was born. Bulla was the first royal princess born
in over two hundred years.
 She however, was not the typical saiyajin princess everyone had wished for.
Her coloring matched her mother's which was lovely in it's own unique way, but
this was not the coloring of a saiyajin. She lacked a tail, a source of
strength for saiyajins, and worse yet her power level was pathetically low.
Everything about Bulla screamed alien. Bulma was permitted to keep Bulla and
raise her herself. Vegeta tried to train her, show her at least the basics of
combat, but she had no knack for it at all. Bulla was a failure as a saiyajin.
If they ever found a mate for her it would be a miracle. A saiyajin with enough
control that even during a blood heat he could put the female's safety above
his own needs simply did not exist.
***** Plans *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this chapter took so long I've been predisposed. Hope you enjoy
     it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 Taki strode confidently down a long white corridor of the palace lost in
thought. He already knew the Prince had taken an interest in the girl, however
he wanted to make sure her miserable fate was sealed. After the humiliation she
had caused he would leave her no chance of escape. A violent death at the hands
of the uncontrollable Saiyajin Prince, he smiled broadly as he imagined her
pain and terror before she met her end. How long would she last?
 He reached a huge set of intricately decorated double doors with elite guards
posted on either side of them. Introducing himself and passing a letter of
counsel to the right hand guard he waited. The guard meticulously examined the
letter, before stepping aside swinging the enormous door open without a sound.
He then announced Taki’s arrival, his booming voice echoing through the vast
throne room.
 “Senior Officer Taki, has arrived to give report on this year's slave hunt!”
Taki entered the gigantic throne room with his head high and shoulders back,
calmly approaching the throne and kneeling before it with his head down and
fist over his heart wordlessly pledging his loyalty to Vegeta, his king.
 "Speak," the King's roughly barked command echoed through the large room
making his impatience with the formalities no secret. Taki lifted his head
slightly, avoiding eye contact while addressing his king.
 "My King, I'm here to give the report on the slaves captured during this years
hunt." the king smirked, but said nothing his dark eyes glowing with keen
interest.
 "We captured forty-nine girls this year, their ages range from sixteen to
twenty-seven all are set for the auction tomorrow afternoon. Most have
displayed the typical lower power levels as expected. Three have shown higher
power levels which puts them in the elite auction.
 Of these three, one is particularly promising. She has shown a power level far
higher than any other female on record. Because of this, I feel bold enough to
suggest she may make a good slave for Prince Trunks. She might even survive his
ravenous lust." The king felt doubtful, his black eyes bore into Taki’s daring
him to lie. Taki held his gaze, the weight of his power and position pressuring
him to avert his eyes. Sweat slid down his brow, the intensity of the
confrontation pulling at his instincts begging him to flee.
 Sensing no deceit from the man kneeling before him Vegeta broke his visual
hold, curiosity rose within him. Could such a girl really exist? If so his
succession problems would be over, and the next generation of his bloodline
could soon be on the way.
 "Very well, I shall go see this girl, and if she is what you say, you shall be
rewarded. However, if she is not... perhaps drinking my sake from your empty
skull, will help to soothe my disappointment.
Taki swallowed nervously nodding, he knew making a suggestion to the king was a
gamble, but he wanted desperately for the girl to pay. Bowing especially low he
froze awaiting dismissal. King Vegeta rose from his throne, and strode forward.
Smoothly descending the five stairs of the throne platform, he began circling
Taki, contemplating aloud as he walked.
 "The last eleven saiyajin slaves I bought my son died within a single night.
The pathetic beings couldn’t even survive long enough to couple and relieve my
son of his heat. If this one lives for one year I will reward you, and if she
bears my boy an heir all your needs and wants will be met until your passing.
However, if she does not survive, you will not either. You will suffer public
detailment, before receiving a very slow, very painful public death. Now leave
my sight!"
 "Thank you, my King, you'll not be displeased." Taki trembled bowing low as
fear rose up inside him again walking briskly towards the huge doors. He turned
giving one last bow before exiting the throne room cursing under his breath,
just what did he get himself into. He wanted her dead, not a member of the
royal family. Now she had to survive, or he would not.
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 Pan shifted uncomfortably on the worn cot of her cold metal prison. She had
slept a little, but fitful dreams featuring an unknown attacker kept her from
truly resting. The auction would be soon... she was physically prepared for it,
thanks to Korin and her servants. However, emotionally she was a basket case.
She didn't want this, she never wanted this, and she couldn't stop it. Her
inner turmoil clawed at her mind dragging it deeper and deeper into depression.
If only she didn't have this damn collar then she could escape, or if nothing
else take her own life, and save herself from her future of misery. Pan let out
a deep sigh, and felt another warm tear slide down her cheek. She scrubbed it
away angrily, saiyajin warriors did not cry. The light from the small window
gave her an estimate of the current time. It's warm glow had been increasing
steadily over the last couple hours bringing her closer to the annual auction
time of 1 pm.
 Her stomach rumbled loudly proclaiming it's sorry empty state. She was already
painfully aware the last meal she had was over twenty-four hours ago and the
amount of energy she had used since then had pushed her to the brink of
starvation. She would give anything to be sitting down for dinner with her her
mother right now.
 Her mother... she was probably worried. Pan had planned to hide out near her
home until the full moon passed, but a young male caught her scent. She had no
choice, but to flee. Her hope was to evade her pursuer and circle back towards
home unnoticed. She managed to elude the first male, but a second one picked up
her trail driving her even further from the safety of home. She outwitted the
second one without too much effort, but she was now far from home under the
full moon with every unmated male member of saiyajin society. She continued
struggling to return home until her misfortune peaked, and she was captured by
Taki. She grit her teeth seething. Her wounded pride still burned with the
memory. The loud clank of the door's lock echoed through her cell snapping her
attention back to the present.
 "This is it," she whispered under her breath deciding to put on a brave front
as her saiyajin heritage had taught her. She stood and faced the door readying
herself for her new life, whatever it may be. The heavy door slid open, and a
dark shadow entered the doorway. His sharply pointed hair and angry scowl gave
away his identity long before Pan took in his royal armor. She knelt quickly as
he approached her her fist reflexively landing over her heart. He started to
circle her looking down at the tiny young saiyajin female before him. Was this
a joke? His dark eyes scanned the petite girl. She was painfully puny and frail
looking. He almost sighed in disappointment. He wasn't going to learn anything
with her kneeling, and wearing that damn ki collar.
 "Stand" his barked command echoed sharply in the dimly lit cell. Pan complied
almost instantly standing as tall as she could with her head high and shoulders
back. He smirked at her display of pride, reaching forward he grasped the thin
collar snapping it in half with two fingers. Pan nearly flinched as the
powerful male reached for her unprotected neck, but she managed to curb her
fear and hold her ground. She felther ki race back up to it's normal level.
Instantly her mind frantically began working on her escape. Her eyes drifted to
the door briefly, but Vegeta caught it. He motioned his guards to back up and
await him at the doorway. Then, he turned and addressed Pan.
 "Girl, I want you to show me your power level." Pan's angry chocolate eyes
burned into his own black depths. He smirked in amusement, the girl was
obviously upset over the loss of her escape route. None the less, Pan complied
with his order and began raising her power level. 1,573,421.... 5,607,448...
10,000,000... she paused briefly at the level she had written on her
registration paper, Her empty stomach rumbled angry with her energy usage. She
increased the intensity of her glare before, continuing 12,540,030...
13,205,703... 14,100,270.... Her hair turned blond, and her eyes flickered
rapidly between teal, and their normal chocolate hue. She maintained eye
contact with her King as her power exploded around her in violent swirls. Then,
hunger and over exertion overcome her and she collapsed on to the cold metal
floor of her cell. Her stomach again voicing it's complaints even while she lay
unconscious.
 King Vegeta stood silently in awe, she almost did it... the first female super
saiyajin... her power level was so close... just a bit more and she'd do it. He
felt his own arousal at the power displayed by this small girl. Had he been
unmated she would be pinned beneath him, his fangs buried in her throat. A low
growl left him as his body reacted to the scent of the alluring young female
before him. Swiftly, he turned his needy thoughts toward his aqua haired mate
erasing the tempting girl before him from his mind.
 Yes, she was just what Trunks needed... he smirked as he strode out of her
cell. His son would soon have a mate and a powerful heir wouldn't be too far
behind. The counsel could quit their squabbling about his son, and they could
take back their suggestions of Brolly, Vegeta-sei's savior becoming his heir.
Just the thought of that man's bottom warming his throne made him sick.
Everything would fall into place right where it belonged but first his son
needed this girl.
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 Trunks couldn't stand the wait, all day he paced his room muttering to
himself. No one dare approach him in his hyper agitated state. His body burned,
his outlet was still so far away as the clock ticked closer and closer to the
full Kizuna moon. He knew the solution for his need. It took all his strength
to stay put and not raid the auction house of it's tempting prize. Those fools
had no idea what that girl was capable of. A sharp knock at his door drew his
attention from his repetitive thoughts of sexual conquest.
 ”Enter.” he ground out in a strained raspy voice. A chubby saiyajin soldier
waddled in and immediately fell to his knees before his prince. Trunks nodded
in the direction of the kneeling man granting him permission to speak.
 “My prince here are the documents you requested.” Trunks took the papers from
the pudgy man and promptly dismissed him. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as
the door slid shut with a soft click.
 He looked down at the papers. A small photo of the young dark haired saiyajin
girl was paper clipped to the top sheet. He meticulously examined the photo.
Clearly it was taken right after the hunt. Her clothes were in shreds, not to
mention soaked, and clinging to her body in a most tempting manner. Her face
was flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes held onto her saiyajin pride. The
hate for her captors burning clearly within them, a testament to her people.
Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail held in place by a knotted orange
bandana although much of it had come loose and floated freely around her face.
She looked exactly the same as when he encountered her in the hallway.
 Name: Pan, it was an unusual name for a saiyajin, but is at least now there
was something he could attach to her image in his mind. He scanned the form
further.
 Level: 3rd Class, now he understood why she had never seen him before she was
a third class citizen which meant she lived in the cave homes outside of the
city. The poor uneducated girl picked a fight with her prince and didn't even
know it. His eyes moved further down the list,
 Age: 16, he smirked, so young, she was captured during her first hunt his body
and mind were humming in excitement over all the things he would do to her
inexperienced young body. A groan left his mouth as one particularly erotic
fantasy flashed through his mind. Clearing his head he continued scanning the
paper,
 Power Level: 1,000,000, he snickered that was clearly a lie she was at least
14,000,000,
 Gender: Female, that was obvious he wouldn't be having sexual fantasies about
a man.
 Father: Gohan, he paused, the science geek? No way! The only saiyajin
registered with the name Gohan was a scientist employed by his father. His
mother spent a great deal of time doing research and building inventions with
Gohan. He had no idea that Gohan had a family especially, since he was rarely
granted permission to leave the palace. Was Gohan’s power level that high? He’d
never seen him fight, he hardly left the lab and never used the training
grounds. His eyes landed on the last entry on the paper.
 Mother: Videl, which didn't interest him in the slightest if she was
overpowered by that science nerd there was no way Pan's power came from her.
Chapter End Notes
     In the anime, Goku reached super saiyajin with a power level of
     15,000,000. I don't know if all saiyajins are the same in that
     aspect, but in my story they are okay. So, if your power level is
     15,000,000 or above you can transform into a super saiyajin.
***** Auction *****
Chapter Notes
     Moving right along, 2 chapters in 2 days. ^_^ I hope I can keep the
     update pace rolling and as always thank you for all the support.
        Kivi let out an agitated sigh as he took in the crumpled body of this
year's most highly prized slave. He bent down effortlessly hoisting her tiny
unconscious form over his shoulder for the second time.
     "You know for such a little one you sure are bringing in the
excitement..." he muttered mostly to himself. Kivi carried Pan back to the
regeneration tank in Korin's wing and placed her inside, not bothering to
remove her clothing. He clumsily fitted her with the breathing mask before
closing the tank, and punching several buttons on the nearby control pad. He
sat down watching the tank fill with its medicinal fluid. As Pan's hair floated
hypnotically in the aqua solution, Kivi took in the girl's features for the
first time. She wasn't bad looking, he idly wondered if her ebony hair was as
soft as it looked floating weightlessly around her sleeping face. Another sigh
left him as he pushed her from his thoughts. She was far beyond his status,
King Vegeta had personally shown interest which meant her fate was already
decided.
     This control pad began flashing and a series of loud beeps signaled the
completion of the healing process. The fluid drained and a conscious yet,
confused Pan tumbled out onto the floor in a sopping heap. Pan rose stiffly on
shaky legs, her soaked spandex hiding none of her petite frame. Kivi averted
his eyes, stifling his body’s reaction and called for Korin who came rushing
over, busying herself with making Pan presentable for auction once again. She
shooed Kivi out after fitting Pan with a new ki collar.
     Korin once again sent Pan through the bathing chambers and with the aid of
her orange haired assistants she had her washed, dried and redressed in no
time. Pan sat quietly as the alien women fussed over her hair, clicking and
hissing at each other in obvious disagreement.
    Her stomach let out another rumbling complaint with it's still empty state,
but this time Korin heard it. She offered Pan several pieces of fruit which she
accepted gratefully. Pan practically inhaled the fruit, her stomach was still
not satisfied, but it was no longer voicing it's complaints.
     Finally, Pan was ready once again. She wore an identical suit and armor to
her last one. The aliens had spent more time on her makeup and hair this time
trying to bring out more of her natural feminine beauty. The makeup made her
face itch and it smelled of herbs and soil. Her tongue cautiously licked her
lips tasting the bitterness of the lipstick it retreated back into the safety
of her mouth. Her tail wrapped itself protectively around her slim waist.
     Korin called for Kivi to take Pan to the auction site. Kivi froze when he
entered the room the gorgeous creature in front of him couldn't be that same
scrawny little girl. The sulking look on her beautiful painted face told him
otherwise and he had to stifle the laugh that threaten to erupt from his chest.
Carefully he guided her out of Korin's chambers and down the hall to a huge
room with a large stage.
     A long wooden bench ran the length of the stage, and slaves were arranged
by power level. Pan sat at the highest end of the bench, fidgeting with the tip
of her tail. Soon it would be her turn, what kind of person would it be? She
watched as calmly as possible as the line before her shrank smaller, and
smaller coming ever closer to her turn. Prices ranged from 350 zeni to 5000
zeni. How much would she bring in... The auctioneer called her number, and she
was drug off the bench into the hot spotlight. Her heart fluttered painfully in
her chest as the massive crowd sized her up.
     "It's about time!" A short hooded man glared up at the stage. Finally,
seeing his prey.
     "There she is" The Prince watched impatiently from his seat in the royal
loft as his prize was brought on stage. “Soon you'll be mine, my little
warrior.” His body reacted to the sight of his chosen prize pooling heat in his
already fiery nether regions. Trunks’ vision roamed hungrily over her petite
body clad in tight saiyajin armor. His eyes glazed with lust as his thoughts
drifted to tonight and all the things he would do to that small body. Finally,
the auctioneer began rambling off his well rehearsed speech.
     "This little one was captured a couple days ago during the hunt, and she
gave veteran hunter Taki quite the run around. She may not look like much, but
her power level is well over the 10,000,000 her paper lists, and she's cute to
boot! How much will you give for this cute little 16 year old female. We'll
start the bids at 500 zeni! "The exited voice of the auctioneer echoed through
the auction hall.
     "500!" Pan winced, eyeing the first bidder. He was a tall bald man. He had
to be at least seventy years old. His belly extended far past where it should,
and if not for the extensive elastic properties of his armor she was sure his
gut would be exposed.
"We have 500 zeni from the gentleman in the front! How about 1000?"
     "1000!" Her eyes traveled to the source of the second bid. His gruff voice
sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. He was a short man, as far
as Saiyajins went, wearing a thick tan hooded cape. His face was obscured
within the hood's shadow so she couldn't make out his features.
     "1000 zeni from the hooded gentleman on the left! Do we have 2000?"
     "5000!" Her blood froze, Pan scanned the crowd for the familiar voice.
     "We have 5000 zeni from our Prince! 5000 zeni!" Prince? Pan's head spun as
her eyes finally landed on the lavender haired man seated proudly in the royal
box. His icy blue eyes locked with her startled chocolate ones. How was it
possible? Saiyajins didn't have lavender hair. He smirked winking at her from
his lofty perch before licking his lips with feral intent. Pan panicked, her
heart was racing he couldn't win, anyone but him, but who would bid against the
Prince? She squeezed her eyes shut praying for a miracle, hoping against hope
that when she opened them this nightmare would be over and she would be safe at
home with her mother.
     "10,000! " Heh, lets see the brat match that! Pan's eyes snapped open at
the sound of the short man's voice. She held her breath not daring to look at
the royal box.
     "10,000 zeni from the hooded man, anyone else? 10,000! Going once! Going
twice!"
     "10,500!" How dare that insolent low level outbid me! He'll pay for that,
after the auction he'll beg for his life!! Trunks was filled with rage, it was
bad enough the rest of the public got to oogle his prize let alone this
insolent fool challenging him for her.
     "10,500 from our Prince, anymore bids?"
     "20,000!" Let's see just how bad the brat wants her… Vegeta smirked within
the darkness of his disguise. He could feel the furious spike in his boy’s ki,
he was enjoying his little game.
     "We have 20,000! 20,000 from the hooded man! Going once! Going twice!
SO.."
"50,000 ZENI!" THAT LOW LEVEL IS SO GOING DOWN!!!, Trunks seethed barely
keeping himself in check.
     I suppose that's enough. the hooded man turned, and quietly began walking
out of the auction site blending into the crowd.
    "50,000 zeni! Going once! Going Twice! Sold! To Prince Trunks for 50,000
zeni!"
Trunks saw the hooded man attempting to make his escape. His aura crackled
around him as his power level skyrocketed before exploding outwards in a static
storm of blue. He charged forward ramming the man to the ground, and knocking
his hood back in the process... "Dad?” His energy instantly fizzled away to
nothing, as the shock registered. "Why?" his wide blue eyes searched his
father's pitch black ones.
     Vegeta looked his son and sighed, "We will discuss this later" with that
he stood straightening his cloak, and took to the air, leaving a very stunned
Trunks in his wake.
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     Pan drug her feet as she was unwillingly pulled towards the cart that
would carry her to her new home. Of all the people it had to be him, that cold
eyed, stubborn jerk who ruined her only chance of escape, and mocked her while
doing it. Pan's blood boiled, she was never going to obey to him, NEVER!
     The wagon wheels lurched forward, and began the long climb up to the
palace, which was seated on the crest of the highest mountain of Vegeta-sei.
Pan tried to center her thoughts on what her new life might be like inside the
gleaming white metallic palace. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought? She
tried to imagine him as a normal reasonable being instead of a sex crazed
sadist, but her mind kept getting distracted by the faint scent of lavender.
     Where was it coming from? She shifted around, now facing forward she
strained her eyes in the direction of the palace. There was a garden.... that
must be where it's coming from... in the garden there was a girl... a girl...
with aqua hair? That can't be right... Pan laid down, and closing her eyes
letting the steep bumpy path lull her to sleep, and hopefully help sort her
jumbled thoughts.
     The wagon jolted to a halt, slamming her head forward, and snapping her
from her sleep. The Prince stood in the wagon’s path, his shoulders back, and
muscular arms crossed. He strode forward proudly, his long lavender hair
swaying gently with the slight breeze. Gazing lustfully at the cargo of the
wagon, before he spoke.
     “You are mine now..." He spoke with royal arrogance daring her to object.
His frozen blue eyes bore into her defiant chocolate ones. He was challenging
her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fear gripped her sinking her stomach
like a stone, but she would not submit. She would not shrink away from his
challenge.
     His gloved hand reached for her defiant chin grasping it roughly and
dragging her lips to his in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her
mouth tracing her sharp canines. He nearly chuckled as her tongue met his in a
foolish attempt to force him back. Finally, He pulled back licking his lips,
savoring her flavor as a low purr rumbled from his chest. Pan’s cheeks were
flushed, her body felt hot. She shifted uncomfortably trying to alleviate her
unwanted arousal.
    Trunks took in the ruffled sight of her with great pleasure. Her flushed
face gave her an erotic look and the scent of her sweet arousal combined with
the kiss he just savored all but pushed him to his limit. He spun sharply
breaking eye contact, allowing her this small victory and barked his orders to
the transport team.
     “Follow this path through the gardens to the main gate, have one of the
guards escort her to my room, and make sure she remains untouched, understand!"
The guards nodded somberly in response they knew the horrors that awaited them
if the girl was deflowered before their Prince could claim her.
     The wagon jerked forward continuing through the lavender garden. Pan held
her breath, the overpowering scent was making her dizzy. Her heart was still
hammering from his kiss, her head throbbed and her nose burned by the time the
wagon lurched to a stop at their destination. Pan was shuffled out of the wagon
and through the massive double doors into the palace.
     A lone guard roughly pushed her down the hall past several gawkers, mostly
servants, who shook their heads sadly, their eyes filled with pity. They only
saw her as another doomed sacrifice to their beastly Prince.
     They rounded a sharp corner and Pan met squarely with the navel of the
tallest saiyajin she had ever seen. She was bounced backwards several feet by
the sudden contact and stabilized herself before looking up to meet his eyes.
He was cold, looking down at her tiny form with disdain. She could feel the raw
power rolling off him in chaotic waves. He was dangerous, maybe even more so
than the Prince. Pan wouldn't back down, even with the ki suppressor making her
as weak as a kitten, her pride wouldn't let her waver. She held eye contact
until the guard shoved forward her breaking her gaze. She begrudgingly shuffled
onward each step bringing her closer to her doom.
     The large saiyajin’s gaze followed the tiny girl down the hall. She was
strong, not nearly as strong as he was, but the most powerful female he had
ever laid eyes on by far. He could scent her arousal, causing an unusual
stirring in his groin. The ki suppressor may have hindered her from escaping,
but it did nothing to hide her sweet ki laced scent. She was like a lamb going
to slaughter, but which wolf would get their fill? He licked his suddenly dry
lips before continuing on his way, various plans swirling in his mind.
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     Trunks wanted nothing more than to take the girl to his chambers himself.
He could barely contain the urges which surged through his body demanding he
bed her now. But he had to bury those thoughts, at least until after he spoke
with his father. He needed to understand why he behaved that way at the auction
house.
     Trunks entered the throne room with the usual announcement of his arrival
from the door guards, before bowing and swearing his fealty to his father and
King.
     King Vegeta contemplated the boy kneeling before him. He gestured for him
to rise and begin his audience. Trunks stood before his father questions
burning on the tip of his tongue as his body burned for an entirely different
reason.
“Speak boy,” Vegeta’s demand echoed through the large chamber.
     “Father, why did you bid against me? You said I could choose one girl yet
you interfered with my purchase what is your reasoning?”
Trunks watched his father, impatiently awaiting his response. His mind
unconsciously drifting back to what lay waiting for him in his chambers.
     “I received intel of the girl’s potential. It peaked my interest so I
requested a demonstration of her talents, and was not disappointed. That girl
is the most powerful female in the history of Vegeta-sei. The fact she was
being auctioned at all was an insult to her pride. The least that I could do
was to make sure she sold for a suitable price and prevent her pride from being
shattered.”
     Trunks forced himself to focus on the current conversation gazing at his
father skeptically, “Why would this girl mean anything to you father. You only
met her once, why go so far to protect her pride?”
     Vegeta sighed, “Foolish Boy, she will not stay a slave, that girl will be
the mother of the next generation of royals. I do not want her spirit broken,
she will be your mate.” The air of finality told Trunks not to argue, even
though it was up to Pan to decide. She could be made to bear his children, but
he couldn't force her to be his mate. The bond could not be made unless both
were willing.
     Vegeta could see his boy was thinking on the matter. He sincerely hoped
Trunks could keep himself in check while bedding the girl. Powerful as she was,
he didn't want any accidents, a rarity such as this girl could not be replaced.
Vegeta dismissed Trunks with a word of warning should the girl be broken, he
would follow.
***** Arrival *****
Chapter Notes
      I feel compelled to mention writing long chapters goes completely
     against my personal nature. I am generally concise and to the point.
     Thus, the fluffing or filling out of each chapter takes tons of
     effort for me and unfortunately, it still seems I am rushing through
     my thoughts instead of properly relaying my ideas in a structured
     smoothly flowing manner. This leads me to overthinking and obsessing
     I reread everything I write a multitude of times, and make minor
     changes over and over then, finally post it only to feel like it
     still needs work. I apologise for my lack of patience and skill. :’(
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 The guard and Pan finally reached the Prince's quarters. He was genuinely
relieved to have made it there without incident. Parading an unclaimed female
through the palace halls with the Kizuna moon about to hit peak fullness was a
recipe for disaster. It didn’t help her scent was beyond enticing, laced with
purity and power it called to all males. Even himself, though he was happily
mated, his body was still reacted to the powerful scent of the small temping
female. Only the threat of detailment and death kept his hands from her
alluring body.
   The large saiyajin she encountered near the palace entrance was enough to
freeze his blood, of all the male saiyajins she could have run into why did it
have to be him? He was under orders to deliver the girl untouched yet in the
face of Brolly, the legendary, savior of the saiyajin race what could he really
do? He was glad Brolly did not act on his obvious urges.
  He hit a few buttons, entering his passcode on the door panel, and the heavy
metallic door slid open. He shoved Pan roughly through the door, grateful to be
rid of his dangerous charge. The smooth door swiftly slid shut behind her
sealing her in the quarters of her new master.
   Pan spun around focusing her attention on the closed door’s panel... it
wanted a passcode... What kind of passcode would the Prince have? She tried
every number combination she could think of without no luck. Her stomach
rumbled, reminding her it was still displeased with her meager rations over the
last three days. With a heavy sigh she gave up for the time being, and set
about exploring the rest of the rooms in hopes of finding a way out.
   The room she was in now was a large room with a couple plush sofas tables,
and chairs. It seemed like a lounging room, or visitor room. She approached the
door to the next room. The red light on the door panel blinked a few times then
turned green with small beep the door slid open.
   Pan cautiously entered the next room... It was huge, a large bubble window
with semi transparent royal blue curtains immediately drew her attention. She
approached the window hopefully, but her heart fell as she noticed it was
secured with another passcode lock. She peered out the window trying to get a
bearing on her location. Outside the window she could see the white rounded
peaks of several palace towers, a small portion of the lavender garden, and the
edge of the path that brought her here. She sighed, without her ability to fly
the window was another dead end.
   Moving on, she examined the rest of the room. The room was done in multiple
shades of blue. The walls were a lighter shade than the curtains and the metal
floor was covered with a blue shaggy fur several shades darker. A large wooden
desk sat in the corner beside the window littered with paperwork and writing
utensils. A few monitors were mounted on the wall by the desk flashing with
information she didn’t understand. A simple functional chair sat near the desk.
   Past the desk she noticed another door, approaching it the panel flashed red
to green like the first and slid open with a similar beep. inside lay the
Prince’s wardrobe. Rich silks, furs, and lavish dress clothes lined one wall,
while sparing suits and armor covered the other, each item ornately imbued with
the royal crest. An assortment of boots, gloves, and other accessories sat in
rows on shelves beneath the garments, each displayed in an organized deliberate
manner. Pan had never seen so much clothing. As a cave dwelling third class
citizen her mother and herself went without many luxuries. She touched several
of the fabrics and furs reveling in their extraordinary textures. She backed
out of the wardrobe and returned to her exploration of the bedroom.
   Behind another door lay the bathroom. Many things seemed foreign to Pan in
that room. Her family had no bathroom in their cave home. They took their baths
in a steel drum outside or the nearby lake. Her toilet needs were also taken
care of outside. She cautiously turned a knob on the elegant white sink, cool
clean water spurted forth startling Pan. She had never seen running water
inside a building. The indoor hot spring at the slaver’s guild had been
impressive, but this was beyond her imagination. She cupped her hands bringing
the cool fluid to her mouth slurping it greedily. After drinking her fill she
scrubbed her mouth dry with the back of her hand and turned the faucet back off
then, she retreated from the alien room, resuming her search for an escape
route.
    She had tried all of the doors in the room and now focused her attention on
the objects within the room. A massive raised bed sat in the center of the
room. It had the same semi transparent fabric as the curtains cascading around
it from the ceiling as a canopy. She moved toward the suddenly feeling very
tired. Her small hand reached up and pulled back the canopy fabric exposing the
massive bed. She pulled her heavy body onto the bed and slipped under the cool
softness of the royal blue silky sheets falling asleep almost instantly.
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   Trunks typed in his passcode and entered his quarters. His eyes glowed
slightly adjusting to the dim light. She was here, but where... He inhaled
deeply, a low rumbling growl vibrated from his chest. Tracking her intoxicating
scent lead him to the next room. Soundlessly, he crept up on her sleeping form,
peeling back the canopy curtain, and kneeling beside his bed. He studied her
sleeping form. She was perfect, her curious dark hair laid smoothly around the
pillow in a very unsaiyajin like manner.
    Normal saiyajin hair never changed from birth, it stood in sharp points
defying Vegets-sei’s crushing gravity. Her hair was more like his own falling
softly with gravity, and framing her face. He pulled his white glove from his
hand. His hand soundlessly slid forward, compled to touch it and feel its
texture. His large hand brushed gently through her midnight locks. He closed
his eyes reveling in its silky softness. It amazed him, never had he seen or
felt hair like his own. He was a demi saiyajin, a taboo in saiyajin culture…
   His mother, Bulma, was a tuffel scientist, the only survivor of the
saiyajin's violent overthrow of this planet. The tuffels were eradicated when
the planet was purged by his Grandfather Vegeta. He believed all of the
previous inhabitants were long gone when he renamed the Planet, Vegeta-sei, and
moved his people’s entire society there to establish a new home planet for his
race.
   It was later discovered that there were survivors of the tuffel purge. A
small underground village had escaped detection and mounted a resistance
against the invading saiyajins many years after their initial takeover. Even
with their advanced technologies and weapons they were swiftly dealt with.
There was only one survivor of the second massacre... his mother, she was taken
by his father as a slave.
   Unknown to King Vegeta and his father, Vegeta, tuffel and saiyan blood were
compatible, and soon enough the prince’s the new slave became pregnant. It was
quickly decided by the council and the King that the woman, and her unborn
child would have to die. Prince Vegeta stepped in forbidding them from killing
his favorite slave, instead stating the child would be killed as soon as it was
born. A half-breed abomination such as itself would soil the royal bloodline.
The king relented, receding his death order to include only the child. However,
when the child was born, his power level was far more advanced than any pure
blooded saiyajin baby in history, save Brolly the legendary. Thus, his life was
spared.... His mother later bonded with the prince after he had ascended to the
throne. She could be his mate, but she could never be queen, saiyajins only
accepted power.
   There seemed to be only one problem with the saiyajin-tuffel hybrid, a lack
of control... In the heat of battle he had killed both enemy and comrade as the
line between blurred, making only one thought clear... kill. And during the
full Chikara moon no female could survive his lust or male for that matter. It
seemed whenever he became overly stimulated the more primitive saiyajin side of
his mind took over, and all control slipped from his grasp.
    His sister Bulla, shared this lack of control. Not sexually or physically,
but emotionally. Her violent temper would make most saiyajins cringe, if not
for her sorry lack of strength. She was the embodiment of Vegeta with the power
of a kitten. It was almost laughable.
   He watched Pan’s chest rise, and fall with calm even breaths. His warm hand
gently moved a stray strand of hair from her face before continuing down
towards her neck. He pressed a button sequence on her collar releasing her from
its hold. Trunks scanned her peaceful face for any changes. Sensing no change
from her, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a thin golden bracelet,
sliding it over her wrist. He pressed a tiny button on the inside and it shrank
to fit her wrist snugly, the Prince smirked. The new bracelet allowed her to
use her full ki within the walls of his quarters, but left her just as weak as
the collar had anywhere outside of them. He needed her at full strength if she
was going to survive their rut.
   Just thinking about it set his body ablaze again. The more primitive part of
his mind still felt it had a valid claim on the girl after the result of their
first battle, but his more logical side reasoned she had not been able to fight
to her full potential due to her exhausted state at the time. He licked his dry
lips in anticipation and stood groaning from the building pressure within his
groin. Her alluring scent was saturating his room bringing his thoughts back to
his body’s scorching demands.
   Deciding some fresh air was in order. He walked over to the window punching
in his passcode it slid open bringing the arid breeze of Vegeta-sei in and
thinning the density of her sweet aroma in the room. Breathing deeply, he
stared up at the sky watching the second moon of Vegeta. It was almost time, he
could feel his blood humming in his veins. The Kizuna moon would be full
tomorrow night. He felt his body reacting to the moon’s pull. Glancing back
toward his prize he smirked in anticipation. If she thought dodging low level
saiyans was difficult during the full Chikara moon, She'd learn what a real
fight was during the Kizuna moon.
   Vegeta-sei has two moons, the first moon, Chikara, is a blue moon, of the
two moons its the one further from the planet. Chikara was named shortly after
the first fight with the tuffels. During the purge it became a full moon
allowing the saiyajins become oozaru, this gave them the power to defeat the
tuffels and their more advanced weaponry. After the defeat of the tuffels,
saiyajin scientists created a shield for the planet that filtered the moonlight
so, they wouldn't all turn oozaru, and destroy their new planet.
   Now Chikara was known as the moon of the hunt. With no enemies left to
defeat on Vegeta-sei, it calls their saiyajin blood to breed. Male saiyajins
experience a blood heat and hunt females in order to cool their feral blood.
Chikara becomes a full moon once every eight years.
   The second moon Kizuna is a red moon, and even with the shield in place
there have been a few oozaru transformations during the full moon, due to its
closer proximity. Kizuna is also known as the lust moon. The moon light from
Kizuna's full moon enhances saiyajin instincts and drives them to lay claim to
a female much the same as Chikara does however, the effects of the Kizuna moon
are at least tenfold that of Chikara. No unmated male can resist the blood heat
of the Kizuna moon. Kizuna only has a full moon once every twenty-nine years.
   Trunks left the window after sliding it closed. He returned to Pan still
only half believing this dream could be true. She shifted curling into a tight
ball whimpering as her stomach rumbled forcefully professing it’s need. Trunks
listened to it voicing it’s distress. When was she last fed? The hunt was
nearly three days ago, and the slaver’s guild typically did not waste resources
on the slaves they captured. Purchasers were expected to pay for any supplies
used prior to the auction.
   He left the bedside and wandered to his desk. Retrieving the invoice
detailing his purchase he scanned the list of expenses. The list was extensive
she had caused a lot of damage during her attempted escape he chuckled
remembering their first meeting. The costs for healing, bathing, clothing, and
rations were clearly listed with a more detailed account of what each included.
   Her ration cost was miniscule, the details revealed the cause of her current
distress, half a dozen pieces of fruit and a single flask of tea. No wonder she
was uncomfortable, given the energy she had expended during the hunt, her
escape attempt, and showing her power level to his father, she had to be on the
verge of starvation. He ground his teeth, the slaver’s guild would be hearing
from him. He pushed those incompetent fools from his mind and set about
planning a meal for his future mate.
   Feeding your intended female was part of the mating ritual anyways and given
her current state she would not be able to refuse his kill. His female required
meat and he was going to do some hunting.
Chapter End Notes
      Planet Vegeta used to be called Planet Plant, and it was home to a
     race called Tuffels. The tuffels were very scientifically advanced,
     but were overrun by the saiyajin's strength and exterminated. Then
     the planet was renamed Planet Vegeta and their technology was stolen
     by the saiyajins.
     Chikara = Power
     Kizuna = Bond
      The stuff about the twin moons I made up, with the exception of the
     full moon makes saiyajins turn oozaru. As far as I know in the Anime
     and Manga, Planet Vegeta only has one moon that becomes full every
     eight years.
***** Intentions *****
Chapter Notes
     Ok, another chapter down. Thank you for sticking with me through
     this, and a special thank you goes to Trunks_N_Vegeta_LVR on AO3 for
     being my only reviewer <3
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  Trunks crouched, peering silently from between two reddish boulders. He
needed to get in position before the herd came into view. The large herd of
sauropods traveled through the desert areas of Vegeta-sei only when necessary,
as herbivores they prefered the lush valleys full of water and vegetation. The
thundering vibration passing through the ground signalled their impending
arrival. Long necks and tails swung side to side and small wary eyes carefully
scanned the surroundings for threats.
  Trunks painstakingly selected his prey, he wanted a younger animal, but not
too young. Meat from the younger dinos was more tender, but he also wanted to
make sure he had enough meat to satisfy his intended. With an entire planet of
saiyajin appetites the vast herds could easily become depleted if everyone ate
their fill. Because of this, the herds of the planet were managed under strict
laws to prevent overharvesting. Most meat available at the market stalls was
looted during purging raids, or imported from allied trade planets, but the
sauropod meat was the most delicious meat to the saiyajin palate and the Prince
required the best.
  A midsized sauropod was on the edge of the herd. Trunks slipped unnoticed
from the boulders stealthily making a beeline to his selected target. Creeping
under the quadruped’s belly, he lifted off, taking the startled animal to the
sky with him, and away from the protection of it's herd.
  Trunks shifted continually to prevent the panicked dino from falling back to
the ground. He scanned the red soil beneath him for an open area where he could
slaughter the beast. Spying a large clearing, he dove slamming the 500lb animal
into the sandy red soil of Vegeta-sei. The stunned sauropod thrashed violently,
rolling to regain it’s footing. Trunks dodged the giant's wildly whipping tail
effortlessly, before ending it's desperate struggles with a small ki blast
through the heart. The sauropod stilled, it's head and tail falling heavily
against the ground kicking up large plumes of red dust. Trunks wasted no time
and set about butchering the enormous animal. Eager to return to is quarters
and present his gift.
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  Pan awoke to the scent of blood and meat. Her blurry eyes tried to focus on
the moving figure before her. His clothing was soaked scarlet and his skin and
hair were streaked with dried blood. Pan's confused mind fumbled trying to
recall who he was, where she was, and how she got there. With some effort she
recalled the auction, bringing her mind sharply back to the present. The fires
of humiliation burned inside her as she continued watching the blood soaked
male with intense scrutiny. Her eyes followed his path closely as he exited the
bedroom.
  He reentered the bedroom carrying a large table from the sitting room piled
high with plates of sliced meat. Bowls containing cuts of the soft organ meats
were wedged amongst the mountain of plates. Pan's stomach groaned, and her
mouth watered as she inhaled the metallic scent of blood. She had gone too long
without a decent meal, temporarily forgetting her ire. Her body seemed to move
on it's own, leaving the warm safety of the bed. She numbly approached the
feast laid before her.
  Trunks had removed himself from her line of vision, allowing her to accept
his offering on impulse. If she thought about it, she would likely decline,
opting instead to starve. His gift of a fresh kill was an open offer of bonding
and she was clearly accepting it only due to being near starvation. Still it
pleased him, if she was going to put up a fight later he'd rather she be at
full strength.
  Trunks silently watched her shovel the tender dino meat into her mouth with
her reddening hands. Blood ran down her fingers, and the length of her arms and
dripping from her clothed elbows onto the polished floor in stunning contrast.
He watching the crimson fluid travel down her pale chin to her slim neck before
continuing down towards her chest soaking the front of the training suit she
wore. He licked his dry lips unconsciously appraising the body of his chosen
female.
  Trunks crept silently forward, placing his large hand on her shoulder, his
heart hammered in his chest awaiting her reaction. She took no notice of the
him, still engrossed with her meal. Encouraged, Trunks pressed forward stooping
and bringing himself level with her neck. His nose inhaled her sweet scent
mixed with the fresh blood clinging to her skin. His warm tongue snaked out
lapping at the sauropod blood before escalating it's attack to nipping and
suckling. A low purr rumbled through his chest demanding a response from the
female he was courting. His tortured body was reacting to her scent and
proximity, his scorching groin was pressing him to advance the female had yet
to resist him.
 Pan continued to enjoy her meal, it was by far the best thing she had ever
consumed. The raw tender meat tasted tangy with a metallic zing from the iron
of it's blood. The soft juicy liver quenched her thirst with it's abundance of
fresh blood. She could feel her ki regenerating and her muscles regaining their
strength. She felt well rested and restored for the first time since the night
of the hunt.
  The threat seemed to appear from nowhere, her pulse quickened as the Prince
began lapping the blood from her throat. She felt fuzzy yet, oddly pleasant.
Moist heat pooled between her thighs and a small moan tore free from her
throat. Trunks hands slid down unclasping the white armor from her body
allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving her clothed only in the tight
training suit. His hands slid around her grasping her firm breasts and kneading
them through the thin fabric.
  Pan's body was reacting to the male’s dominance, she had to pull herself
together. Her brain struggled, high on the flavor of the fresh kill, focus
eluded her as the Prince pulled her from the table dragging her bloodied hand
to his mouth he began licking the red stains from her slender fingers. His hot
mouth engulfed each finger one at a time suckling and stroking each digit with
his strong tongue. Pan watched entranced, still drunk on blood and meat. His
blue eyes looked almost tender as he focused on lapping the sauropod blood from
her person like a cat grooming it's fur. He savored the contact of his tongue
with her warm flesh.
  Warnings were flashing in her mind as her captor finished his task pulling
her tightly against his hard chest. His scent was heavy, musky with need. She
could feel his hardened member straining against her belly. Her instincts were
being pushed to their limit making her body wet and willing. Trunks smirked,
she wasn't resisting, he could smell her arousal and feel her dampness leaking
through the training suit to his thigh. Advancing towards the bed with his
subdued quarry in tow he gently released her with a slight push. Pan's back
fell against the silken sheets, she finally focused her mind on her blood
stained captor and his spell was broken. Pan's chocolate orbs widened as her
brain regained control of her limbs. She rolled attempting to distance herself
from the hated man who took everything from her.
  Trunks snarled his female was resisting. His mind had slipped to it's more
primitive mode and his body demanded he take her now. He grasped her ankle
pulling her back towards himself prepared to continue his conquest. Pan twisted
in a futile attempt to pull free She instinctively released a ki blast in his
face and his grip slipped in surprise. She was free from his hold and suddenly
aware of her returned ki. Pan scrambled to the other side of the bed. Now that
the length of the mattress secured a short distance between them she observed
her captor.
  "Why did you buy me?" she asked suddenly trying to sound brave even though
butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. He wordlessly advanced, first
trying to round the corner of the bed to reach his prey. Realising this Pan
scurried in the opposite direction maintaining her distance from him. He
switched tactics, leaping across the bed and landing in front of his target.
Pan staggered back several feet trying vainly to keep him at bay. She shot
several more ki blasts in his direction which he dodged effortlessly. He
continued to advance, stalking her like an animal. Hesitantly, she stepped
backwards again and hit a wall, panic spread across her features as he
continued his pace forward until his face was inches from her own.
 "I bought you to vent my lust" He spoke calmly in a detached tone a feral look
gleaming in his eyes. A smug smirk graced his lips. "No one has ever withstood
my lust, and you seemed to be the strongest female the auction had to offer,
and with the full Kizuna moon tonight... I will definitely need an outlet that
is as strong as possible." Pan shuddered as he closed the small gap between
them, and ground his groin against her trapped body. “I can smell your arousal.
You desire me as well.”
 His low rumbling purr mixed with his seductive voice pulled at her own mating
instincts. He was doing it again, the auction house flashed in her mind she had
fallen into the same trap twice. Ignoring her own instincts she punched him
hard under the chin sending him flying across the room, and into a wall.
  He climbed out of the debris raining metallic scraps in all directions, his
eyes glowing with excitement, the taunting smirk still on his face "You're just
making this more fun."
 His tail flicked anxiously behind him as he advanced again, with lighting
speed he crushed her small body between himself and the wall once more. Pan
held her arms out trying to force him away, so she could twist herself free.
Trunks took both her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head he
leaned forward, and spoke arrogantly into her ear "You are mine, and I'll get
what I want one way or another." He felt the fear spike in his captive at his
words and he reveled in her torment.
 He began suckling hard on the tender flesh of her neck and leaving angry red
marks in his wake. He could feel his fangs scraping against her pulse, her
blood would be sweet. He contemplated laying his claiming mark on her now, but
refrained. He needed her in a more compliant state if he hoped to fool her into
becoming his mate. Pan shifted her body, her thighs rubbing against one another
attempting to relieve the unwanted fire in her loins. Involuntarily, she was
reacting to him again. She flushed out of anger, and embarrassment, struggling
more violently to escape his iron grip. His smirk broadened and she soon
realized the result of her squirming.
 A deliberate moan left Trunks as he leaned forward pressing his hardened
member flush against her stomach, basking in the pleasant friction she was
unwillingly giving him. He enjoyed her renewed panic at the increase of
contact. Her struggles against his bulge escalated with her desperation, until
her ki rose drastically. Powerful swirls of energy began forming around her,
pushing Trunks in his relaxed stance backwards, and knocking him to the floor
in his lusty haze. Pan’s explosive power dissipated with her outburst, her
vision trained on Trunks’ fallen form. He seemed somehow different as he
regained his footing. His head lifted, and Pan’s blood froze.
 His eyes were glazed over, and he looked far more animalistic. His hair was
rising up on end, and flickering between its normal lavender, and a strange
golden color. Waves of powerful ki were cascading off him almost strong enough
to knock her over even with her feet planted firmly in a defensive stance. She
knew instantly what he was…
  He was a super saiyajin. His teal eyes burned into Pan's now frighted brown
ones sending chills down her spine. Before she could even flinch he had her
body pinned between the silk sheets, and himself. His lust was obvious, there
was no way of talking him out of this now, his saiyajin instincts were in
control, and he was going to take what he wanted. She stared up at him helpless
to stop him, and tears started leaking from the corners of her eyes. She was
frightened, and ashamed. Her pride was begging her to continue her resistance
and fight this injustice. Yet her body wasn't responding to her at all. Her
limbs felt like lead even without the weight of the super saiyajin beast
bearing down on them.
 Trunks leaned downward, inhaling her scent, and emitting a series of primal
growls, he could smell her fear, her power, and her arousal. Pan's hope rose
again briefly. Maybe, he'd change his mind… Then, Trunks let out a short ruff
growl, and her heart sank, he made up his mind, she was to his liking, and he
would have her.
Chapter End Notes
     Notes: I went with dinosaurs as Trunks prey due to Dragon Ball’s
     history with them. The sauropod is a broad umbrella category for four
     legged, long necked, dinosaurs such as Brachiosauridae, Puertasaurus,
     and Ohmdenosaurus. The last of which being a smaller dino of
     approximately 13ft in length and 500lbs aka the type Trunks slayed
     for dinner. :)
     I also went with raw meat since DBZ has a flashback of Vegeta eating
     some alien’s arm, which doesn't appear to have been prepped in
     anyway. So I feel cooking the meat may be optional for saiyajins.
     Random DBZ fact: Gine (Goku & Radditz’s Mother) works at some kind of
     butchering or meat distribution factory on Vegeta-sei.
***** Kizuna Part:A *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all, for coming back. 2,000 words is my self set chapter
     minimum for this story. I hope that is making them long enough for
     everyone to enjoy. It also makes them short enough that I can update
     more frequently. Win-Win :)
     This chapter is a bit rough on Pan so be warned.
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  Trunks remained motionless, staring hungrily down at the small body pinned
beneath him. His eyes had bled completely white, and he showed no hint of his
normal arrogant composure. His thoughts were primal, filled with erotic images,
his blood was saturated with mating hormones thanks to the moon cycle, and
every cell in his body demanded he sate his lust. His body had been waiting too
long for it’s release.
  Large tears rolled down Pan’s cheeks as she continued her futile struggles to
escape. She was terrified, she had heard of super saiyajins from her mother.
Besides Brolly the legendary, her grandfather, Kakarot had been the first super
saiyajin in recent history. Prior to Kakarot’s ascension, super saiyajins were
only children’s stories. No one believed such a power could be attained. Pan
had never met her grandfather, but her mother spoke of the awe inspiring power
he held as a super saiyajin. The thought of such an unimaginable power directed
at her made her blood run cold.
   She wanted love not lust, she wanted a choice. Being female she knew the
odds were never in her favor, but she had to try. She had trained hard in order
to protect herself from such a fate. Her saiyajin pride demanded she fight, she
could not surrender. Even if he took her body, she would never bond with him.
She would fight him until her dying breath.
   One giant hand trapped her tiny flailing wrists while the other began
tearing the clothing from her body. The weight of his muscular body combined
with her own body’s involuntary trembling made Pan unable to move her legs.
With her legs and arms pinned she had only one option remaining. She rapidly
raised her ki, trying desperately to loosen his hold just enough to slip away.
  Trunks ki instinctually responded to Pan’s increased one, soaring impossibly
higher and crushing the air from her lungs with crackling raw power. Pan
struggled to draw breath as the golden monster continued calmly peeling her
clothing from her. The sauropod blood soaked fabric was pulled from her chest,
exposing her damp nipples which stiffened on contact with the ki laced air. Her
captor paused, brushing his large calloused hand curiously across the stiff
rosy peaks. Watching her squirm from his caress, he roughly grasped one soft
mound, squeezing it forcefully. Earning him a small squeak from his captive.
  Pan sucked in a sharp breath, her body was trying to respond to him and she
was not about to let it. Another squeeze and another bolt of pleasure shot
through Pan, further mortifying her. Her cheeks were flushed from a mixture of
anger, embarrassment, and unwanted arousal. Her last attempt at freeing herself
only further proved their difference in strength. He was more powerful,
therefore he was dominant. Her pride refused to bow even when faced with this
obvious fact, and her mind frantically searched for a way out. In a last ditch
effort she went against her pride, and shamefully resorted to begging.
   “Please don't do this, you don't really want to do this do you? Please!" Her
tear streaked face and terror filled scent pulled at something within Trunks.
Something buried deep within him. He paused briefly, his primitive mental state
taking time to process her plea. Pan’s hopes rose again as he stilled,
seemingly considering her words, before he growled back his answer in primal
saiyajin. The feral grunts and growls registered in her mind, and her heart
sank again. With much effort Trunks’ repeated his saiyajin words in common
tongue, he ground out his reply for the second time.
   “The only way you're getting out of this is by overpowering me. Make me
release you. Show me your power, if you want your freedom.” He nearly laughed
at his own statement’s absurdity. It would never happen, no male could best
him, this female had no chance.
   Pan had no response for him, she was ashamed. She knew this was the law of
her people, she knew it was a long shot to ask him to reconsider, but she had
to try something. Her useless twisting and pulling became more frantic her back
arching away from the bed, she could feel the bruising forming around her
wrists.
   Trunks continued to disrobe his squirming prey, reveling in the feeling of
her smooth hot flesh as he exposed it. His chest rumbled with approving purrs
as he peeled the last of her training suit and undergarments away, leaving Pan
completely exposed to his gaze. The scent of Pan’s exposed arousal hung heavy
in the air, and Trunks proudly growled out another primal statement, again
straining to translate himself into common speech.
“I can smell the sweet nectar dripping from your core. You want my cock buried
within you." His feral white eyes locked with her’s daring her to deny it.
   Pan shook her head furiously no, her flushed face wanting desperately to
hide from his intense gaze. She wanted to close her eyes and turn away, pretend
this nightmare wasn't happening. She didn't want to watch the feral golden
beast as he took pleasure in defiling her body, but her pride again stopped her
in her tracks.
   Turning away meant submission, if she submitted she was one step closer to
forming a bond with this monster. So, she continued to stubbornly meet his gaze
unwavering, although every ounce of common sense and instinct with in her
demanded she turn away. If she allowed him this victory, he would take much
more from her than her body.
   Trunks finally broke off the staring contest, a low rumbling chuckle
escaping him as the defiant girl’s pride refused to bend. She would bend, or he
would break her. He pulled his shiny white armor over his head, then stood to
remove his training suit, releasing Pan momentarily.
   Pan’s mind was so petrified it failed to register the removal of his weight.
She continued lying prone, frozen in terror. Trunks finished disrobing, kicking
his training uniform from his foot he turned back to his prey. His undressed
state showcasing his painfully obvious erection.
   Pan's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of his massive organ. Her
stomach clenched, suddenly feeling nauseous. She had to get out of there. Her
numb mind finally registered her freed limbs. Summoning her remaining ki, she
shot away from her captor, flying towards the door to the sitting room. Trunks
growled in annoyance at the interruption, tackling her halfway there. His now
naked flesh pressed against her’s nearly scorching her with his heat. He
grabbed her body roughly pinning her unwilling form beneath him, snarling his
dominance. Before, once again, trapping both her hands with one of his.
    He wrapped his free hand in her hair, pulling her face up to his, and
crushing her lips with a bruising dominant kiss. He pushed to deepen the kiss,
but Pan kept her lips pressed tightly together. Muffled whimpers and grunts
leaked from Pan as she struggled to impede his advances. Annoyed with her
continued resistance he bit her bottom lip sharply, before suckling on it
drawing her sweet blood onto his waiting tongue. He savored her flavor, sucking
hard, filling his mouth, and coating his tongue with her blood. Her blood was
laced with her power. Pan winced in pain, and he took his chance, slipping his
tongue into her mouth. Pan's muted complaints didn't stop as he savagely
ravaged her mouth. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Pan bit back her renewing
tears, hatred burning in her heart for the man forcing himself on her.
   Breaking away from her bruised bloody lips. Trunks released her hands, his
firm grip on her body ensuring his prisoner would not escape him again. His
eyes roamed her pleasing body as his feverish mind decided on it’s next move.
Warm hands ran up and down Pan’s body as he ground himself against her. The
feel of his naked flesh upon her’s drug more purrs of delight from Trunks as he
basked in physical contact with his chosen female. His defenses had relaxed
with the knowledge of his physical superiority. However, Pan was still actively
seeking her escape from the purring male on top of her.
   She could feel his enormous length rubbing against her, leaving a sticky
trail of precum in it’s wake. She felt something furry brush her outer thigh,
at last she had found an opening. His tail had loosened itself from his waist
taking on a more relaxed position as he became drunk on her pheromones. It
curled around him it's twitching tip resting against Pan’s exposed thigh.
Grasping his tail, gently at first she slid her small hands along the furry
appendage, sending him waves of bliss.
   Trunks groaned at her first willing contact, it was heaven. His sensitive
tail had never felt so good, the small girl worked her way up from the tip to
the base carefully stroking with the fur. Trunks had never felt anything like
it his whole body was humming with pleasure. Just as he hit a new high, it all
came crashing down. Crippling pain shot from his tail up his spine. Pan had
ceased her gentle caresses and was now crushing and violently twisting with all
her remaining strength. Trunks howled in pain at the numbing shock, all of his
strength left him. His hair returned to it’s normal lavender color as his super
saiyajin state faltered.
   Wasting no time, Pan pushed Trunks off her, leaving the fallen Prince
wallowing in excruciating pain. She immediately sought her escape scrambling
toward the sitting room door. In her rushed state, the door seemed to take
forever, it finally released it’s soft beep the light turning from red to green
and sliding open. Pan grabbed Trunks’ crumpled training suit from the floor
pulling it on as she clambered through the door into the sitting room. She
could hear the Prince cursing and staggering as he tried to regain his balance
in the other room. She didn't have time to deal with the exit door’s passcode,
instead she blasted the panel. It’s charred remains releasing a small puff of
black smoke before the stubborn door slid open.
   Pan ran into the hallway, her ki instantly dropping to a minuscule level.
Dread formed in her mind as she continued down the hallway as fast as her legs
would allow. She couldn't fly, she couldn’t fight, as soon as he recovered she
was doomed.
   Adrenaline fueled her as she sped forward on her physical strength alone.
She made the first corner towards the exit, but was suddenly swept off her
feet, encompassed by two huge arms. She struggled in the hold, kicking and
squirming against her captor. Her back was pressed against his broad chest and
her feeble struggles and soft grunts of effort only seemed to amuse him. He
brought his head down level with her’s inhaling her scent. She was pure and she
was powerful, just as he thought. His tongue ran down the length of her slim
neck tasting her. Pan froze, no, not again, she was so close to gaining her
freedom Her twisting intensified, but made no difference, without her ki she
was trapped.
   The large male’s hands slid down grasping by her waist, and turning her to
face him. Pan’s struggles temporarily paused as she took in his features for
the first time. He wore a golden circlet across his forehead which was peeking
out from his between his dark spiky bangs. Hair was the typical saiyajin black
and came to rest between his shoulder blades. His eyes were also black, but
held a strange power to them. They drew her in, she lost herself in the
mesmerizing ki swirling in his onyx depths.
   The male grunted satisfied, with the prize he had captured. He knew who she
was, he had seen her the day before. This girl belonged to the Prince, but had
somehow escaped his quarters, and was now fleeing for her life. But, what
should he do with her? He greatly wanted her for himself, but his duty as a
loyal subject of Vegeta-sei was to return her to the Prince.
   He felt himself reacting to her again. Her mouth was now spewing insults and
threats, but it just made him grow harder. This was a true saiyajin female. She
demanded her freedom, and would not back down, he chuckled at her endearing
charm. She had no ki, the bracelet she was wearing made sure of that. Yet, she
stood her ground venemently spitting insults at the one who stood in her way,
at him.
   He was Brolly the legendary super saiyajin who defeated Frieza and saved his
entire race, but this girl knew none of that, she had no idea who she was
challenging. He never experienced this kind of thrill before, everyone in the
palace and surrounding towns knew him, feared him, and treated him with the
utmost respect. He chuckled again as the small female kicked at his chest with
the force on an insect. Her fingernails ineffectivly clawed at his arms,
without her ki her attacks couldn't even break his skin.
   His mouth suddenly felt dry, and his teeth ached to sink into the tender
flesh of her throat and sample her blood. He felt himself reacting more and
more to the tiny struggling female in his arms. He had to make a choice, and
swiftly while he still had reasoning left in his head. The Kizuna moon’s pull
was affecting his judgement. He had just set his mind to absconding with the
girl when his king rounded the corner.
    Vegeta’s gaze landed on the massive saiyajin and the struggling girl within
his grasp. How did she escape from the boy? He took in Brolly’s over stimulated
state cursing. He held his breath hoping to regain the girl without an
incident. He had to handle the situation delicately, Brolly was an unmated
male, given his strengh and the current phase of the moon this could get messy
quickly if he decided against releasing the girl.
   Brolly felt the gaze of his king upon him and mentally cursed. He would have
to relinquish his prize, for now. Brolly knelt in respect to his king, unable
to salute as he was still holding tightly to his captive. Pan’s struggles
didn’t cease with her shifted position, unable to see her king she continued
her valiant yet ultimately useless attempt to escape.
   Vegeta took in the scene before him, his most powerful subject securely
holding his boy’s wriggling future mate. He could smell the musky arrousal
wafting from the legendary saiyajin. The girl had a cut lip, and some bruises,
but seemed is good condition overall. He had to plan his next move carefully.
He circled around behind Brolly, stopping directly in Pan’s line of sight.
   Pan stilled, lifting her eyes as a dark shadow fell across her. Her vision
locked with her king’s condescending smirk and she felt the blood leave her
veins, all fight left her, and her body went limp. She had lost, again.
Chapter End Notes
     I’m a jerk, I know. :p Next chapter is the full Kizuna moon in all
     it’s glory, I promise.
     Notes: Brolly’s name spelling, technically it is ブロリ (Burorī) which
     was translated to Broly in english. However, I had a fellow DBZ
     loving friend, via chatroom, while I was in high school. He lived in
     England and his chat name was Brolly with two L’s. So, I’m keeping it
     that way in my story as a tribute to my friend, who I unfortunately
     lost contact with some time ago. :)
     Brolly will be/is the main source of conflict in this story. As a
     character I always felt he could have been so much more in the dbz
     universe. He had so much potential, yet they barely touched on him.
     Secluding his existence within poorly executed movies. They brought
     an alternative universe version of him into Dragon Ball Super as Kale
     which mildly appeased my distaste over the handling of his character.
     She was not the same, but better than nothing.
     I personally am so sick of Frieza and his constant resurrections and
     evolutions I could puke. So, he is dead and will stay that way for
     the duration of this fic. :p
***** Return *****
Chapter Notes
      This chapter was getting super long, as in two normal chapters and
     then some. So, due to it's ridiculous amount of content, I divided it
     into two chapters. I know I promised the full Kizuna moon last
     chapter, and I keep my promises. I'm posting both chapters 10 & 11
     today. The full moon is in chapter 11, I didn't realize how much I
     needed to add in beforehand to maintain the story’s flow. I started
     typing and soon the word count was over 4000 gah >.<* Anyways, I hope
     you enjoy as always <3
       There is a touch of non romantic yaoi mentioned in this chapter,
     when ¾ of a race is male it’s bound to happen. While I generally do
     not seek out yaoi, I have read some to satisfy my curiosity, and I do
     dabble with it in my writing from time to time. I hold no dislike or
     hatred towards anyone for their sexual preferences, and I have
     several good friends who identify as gay/lesbian. It is just part of
     who they are, and I love them as is.
      I lean mostly towards straight pairings in my writing. Likely due to
     being a straight person myself, thus I have a better understanding of
     straight relationships, making it easier for me to write them, and
     lets face it, I'm lazy, but at any rate, I’m trying, may the yaoi
     fangirls and boys not lynch me. Perspective is hard, especially
     outside of your own.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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 Pan knew now, without a shadow of doubt, her escape had failed, the gravity of
her failure weighed heavy in her chest. One of two things would happen now,
either she would be executed, since the escape of a slave is considered a
crime. A crime which was punishable by death, with leniency rarely given. Her
escape attempt in the auction house had only been overlooked due to her
potentially high commercial value.
 As if the first option hadn't been bad enough, the second seemed as bad, if
not worse in comparison. She would be taken back to the Prince’s quarters, and
left to the mercy of her “master,” and given the pained state he was in when
she had previously rejected his “company”, she fully anticipated his mercy
would be near nonexistent.
  The full Kizuna moon was tonight, it's call was already heating the blood of
every male saiyajin on Vegeta-sei, by sunset their veins would be on fire, and
their minds would be reduced to a fevered frenzy of sex hormones. An
involuntary shiver ran through her at the memory of the super saiyajin prince
pressed tightly against her as she wriggled, helpless in his grasp. She was not
looking forward to evading a second round of his advances.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Brolly felt the girl still, taking
on an almost boneless state as her fighting spirit fled upon the sight of her
King. Her scent was calling him, teasing him, sweet and pure, riling his
senses, blurring his judgement. He wanted her, none before had held such pull
over him. He had lived through numerous moon cycles both, Chikara and Kizuna,
never finding his match. No pathetic female could handle his turbulent
passions. He was drawn to the strong, always bearing his blood heat by
dominating males to cool his loins. The more powerful the better.
   Battle was what he thirsted for, the shameful faces of those he bested as he
forced his thick cock into their asses was only an added bonus. His thrusts
would gain speed and force with every pained cry that escaped them. They were
weak, something to use and throw away. After his blood was calmed they no
longer served a purpose.
   This girl however, could serve him in other ways. The idea of siring
offspring had occurred to him before, however the pathetic weaklings he’d
encountered thus far were far from a suitable match to his legendary power. But
with the sturdy saiyajin female currently within his grasp he could see a new
future for himself, maybe even the saiyajin race.
   For the first time, he had found a female he desired, lusted after even, and
now he was being forced to endure her being torn from his arms and given to
another. A privileged brat, completely unworthy of the woman he wished to
claim. Ire burned within him at the indignation. He was the most powerful
saiyajin in the history of Vegeta-sei, and she was the strongest female. She
was his by right.
   His shifted her position, pulling her back snug against his chest, her tiny
rump balanced easily on the broad muscular thigh of his his flexed knee. His
large hand discreetly grazed her breast during the action and he marveled at
her softness. She felt so different from the hardened male bodies he was
accustomed to. He wanted to grasp both mounds and mould them in his hands
exploring their full plush bounty, but refrained, his King was watching and he
was trying to keep his desires hidden. She was not his, not yet at least.
   Her core’s heat was radiating through the thin training wear between them.
He felt his body reacting to her warmth, his shaft grew stiff as her toned
thighs clenched around his in a reflexive effort to maintain her balance. It
was unnecessary, he would not release her to fall from her perch.
   Perverse thoughts flooded his mind, she had other parts he wished were
clenching his flesh, his length hardened further as he imagined burying himself
within her dripping virgin folds, filling her with his sticky cream. A low,
almost inaudible, purr rumbled from his throat as he imagined all the ways he
could lay claim her small soft body.
   Pan felt the dangerous shift in her captor, his scent was becoming heavy,
laden with musky desire. She felt his hand lightly brush her chest, an action
she hoped was unintentional, as he adjusted his hold, shifting her further up
his thigh. She was now pressed firmly against his broad chest, his arm wrapped
securely around her waist pinning her in place. She could feel his rigid member
straining against the thin elastic fabric of his training suit. His deep
rumbling purr told her more than she wanted to know about his current state of
mind. The moon’s strong effects were already influencing the giant holding her
prisoner.
   Her mouth suddenly felt dry, panic bubbled up within her. She was in a
precarious predicament. She held her breath, not daring to move a muscle. Any
movement, could provoke the enormous male into a battle for dominance, a battle
without her ki, one she was certain to lose.
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   Vegeta observed the crestfallen girl from a distance. Her struggles had
ceased upon meeting his gaze, but the angry coals of resentment still smoldered
in her dark chocolate depths. She really was an enigma.
    First, she displayed an astonishing power, greatly exceeding her gender and
station. Next, she somehow managed to escape his son's custody, a feat he would
undoubtedly learn the intricate details of very soon. Then, she ignited the
sexual urges of his most decorated warrior, one notoriously celibate of women.
   Now, her eyes held an unmistakable combative spark, and her scalding glare
was inconceivably directed towards himself, her King. She was provoking him,
daring him to accept her challenge, and doing so without her ki, from her
ridiculous position, mounted upon the thigh of her captor.
   It was painfully clear to every male in the vicinity, one wrong shift or
breath and she would be bred here and now. Yet, she held onto her pride,
refusing to waver, even when ensnared by such dire circumstances. The girl was
simultaneously fascinating and puzzling.
   His son had much explaining to do. How could the girl escape him? Her ki was
strong, he knew that much, but in the face of a battle hardened elite super
saiyajin warrior such as Trunks she should have been easily subdued. She had
never received any formal battle training, nor was she sent on any planetary
raids. Although true she had raw power, she was sorely lacking in combat
experience. She should have been on her back, taking his son's cock, producing
his future heir at this moment. Instead she was poised upon the leg of the
legendary super saiyajin Brolly, like a child riding a pony, and his boy was
nowhere to be found.
   Brolly, the one man who could ruin all his plans. Vegeta nearly ground his
teeth seething in frustration, now he had to clean up the boy’s mess, and
attempt to retrieve his son’s future mate, and swiftly, before she became the
mate of another.
   Vegeta eyed the gigantic male before him. The small girl seemed even more
impossibly puny when entangled in the massive frame that was Brolly. He could
show no weakness. His command needed to be given with unwavering resolve if he
intended to part the heat afflicted Brolly from his prize without physical
conflict. Vegeta squared his shoulders and straightened his spine, proudly
standing at his full unimpressive height.
   “Brolly, you have done well recapturing my son’s escaped slave, I thank you
for your aid in restraining the girl until we arrived.”
   Brolly eyed his king with skepticism, the girl was clearly wearing a ki
suppressor, any saiyajin over the age of five could have overcome this girl in
her current state. Even if she was slave to the prince, escape meant death. A
fitting punishment, which was frequently carried out without a second thought.
He would take the girl by force if only death awaited her, she was far too
valuable to destroy. He carefully observed his king’s body language, judging
himself permitted to speak, Brolly voiced his concerns to his king.
   “My King, what fate will befall the girl once she is released to your
guardsmen?” He unconsciously pulled Pan tighter against himself, enjoying the
feel of her soft rear against his straining shaft. His hands slid up from her
waist, caressing her supple flesh as he went, before coming to rest on her
upper arms.
  Vegeta chose his words carefully, he did not like the dangerously possessive
tone in Brolly’s voice, nor his protective movements.
   “She will be returned to my son’s quarters” he responded vaguely, hoping to
put off any further inquiries. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky.
   “What of her punishment? A slave fleeing their master is to be punished by
death, are they not? “ Brolly’s iron grip on Pan tightened as he spoke, his
fingers digging into her pale flesh with crushing force.
    Pan said nothing during the exchange, wisely choosing to remain silent. She
winced as the much larger saiyajin squeezed her with excessive force. She could
feel the bruises forming on her upper arms where his hands clenched in an
unmistakable show of hormone driven male heat possessiveness.
   Vegeta mentally cursed, the law was clear, she should be put to death. He
however, had other plans for the girl, specifically bonding her to his boy and
breeding the most powerful heir the saiyajin race had ever known. His
frustration was nearly boiling over as he continued negotiations to reclaim his
son’s troublesome future mate.
   “Tonight is the full Kizuna moon, she is a virgin, untouched and unclaimed,
Prince Trunks has a notorious reputation for his uncontrollable passions, is
that not punishment enough?”
    Brolly considered his words carefully, it was not an outright death
sentence which put him slightly more at ease. The prince however, had never had
a “lover” survive his passions. Brolly would be concerned, if not for the
miraculous strength the tiny female housed within her slender frame. If she
regained her ki she should have no problem lasting through the night in the
Prince’s bed.
   Brolly inaudibly growled, he was cleary displeased. He wanted her to spend
the night in his bed, impaled on his shaft. But he needed to plan his actions
carefully if he was going to carry out his newly conceived coup d'état. He
would have to release her, for now, later he could fuck her silly, but for now
he had to give in to his King’s command and return the girl, unfortunately to
be ravished first by his Prince.
   He begrudgingly released the girl to his King, keeping his face impassive as
he shoved her into the hands of the nearest guard. He could not let the king
know of the dark disloyal thoughts swimming within his head. The girl was the
catalyst.
   He had never been interested with the governing affairs, but if heeding the
council's secret wishes and usurping the current monarchy would grant him the
right to bury his cock in the fiery female he had held against his chest
moments ago, he would gladly burn all of Vegeta-sei to the ground.
    His gaze followed the tiny female as she was lead further from his person
by one of the King’s elite guards. She didn't resist outright, but was still
reluctant in compiling with all her captor’s demands. A look of complete
indignation set upon her as the guards locked her wrists behind her with heavy
shackles. Brolly hadn’t missed the sidelong glance of approval his King gave at
the girl’s indignation. Clearly he had an unspoken vested interest in the
girl’s future.
   Once he received his King’s nod of dismissal he turned away from the scene
playing out before him. He did not want to dwell on the girl’s fate. For the
time being he would push her from his thoughts, or else go insane from his
stifled desires.
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   Irate, Vegeta entered Trunks’ quarters bellowing for his missing son,
   “BOY, Where are you?!”
   Trunks, still suffering from Pan's earlier unfair attack, stood on shaky
legs. He attempted to compose himself before exiting his bedroom and greeting
his clearly pissed off father. Swifty, donning a fresh training suit to replace
the one Pan had stolen. He ran a hand through his ruffled hair and smoothed his
injured tail, before approaching the door, it beeped, the light shifting to
green before sliding open to reveal his King and sire. Trunks passed through
into his sitting room wordlessly kneeling and giving his salute of loyalty, his
eyes downcast.
   Vegeta scanned his son for any obvious injury which could explain the girl’s
escape from his custody. His kneeling boy had no marks or indications that he
had been hit with any type of overwhelmingly powerful attack, yet his ki seemed
disrupted. Not the same type of disruption he had felt after his failure to
relieve himself during the Chikara moon, no a different type of disruption
plagued his boy’s energy. His son’s eyes cautiously met his and Vegeta nodded,
giving permission to speak.
   “Father, what brings you to my quarters?” Trunks was still feeling the sharp
aftershocks from Pan’s attack. Tiny bursts of pain crawled through his body and
burning heat radiated from the site of his injured tail. His father was the
last person he wanted to share his defeat with especially since it was caused
by his own stupid lapse in attention.
   Vegeta was still searching for any sign of weakness or injury in his son. He
whistled short and sharp. An elite guard entered with shackled Pan in tow. Her
eyes were drawn instantly to Trunks and fear tainted her scent. Trunks glared
back at the small girl his thinly veiled fury spiking his ki. Vegeta observed
their exchange with interest, what had happened between them?
   He cleared his throat, signaling the guard to exit with a flick of his hand,
the guard bowed and gave salute before retreating back through the door leaving
Vegeta alone, save the presence of his son and his son’s would be mate.
  “Boy, I'd like to know how your slave came to be in Brolly’s keeping.”
   Trunks’ face faltered, how could he answer while keeping his dignity. He
mentally fumbled trying desperately to find an acceptable answer for a clearly
unacceptable occurrence.
   Vegeta noted his boy’s distress, turning to address the girl while his son
calculated his response.
   “Girl, why were you found outside Trunks’ quarters?”
   Pan swallowed hard, straightening her back before she gave her answer.
   “I was attempting to regain my freedom, via escape. I wish to return home to
my family.”
   She maintained her dignified posture knowing as she spoke it could mean her
death, escape of slaves was not tolerated. Her own weakness had brought this
fate upon her and she had defied the laws of Vegeta-sei by attempting to flee
from it. But, she still had her saiyajin pride and would meet her judgement
head on, whatever it may be.
   Vegeta pondered her response, ignoring her pointlessly foolish desire to
return home, his son had yet to speak, leaving him with only part of the answer
he sought.
   “and how did you accomplish this escape?”
   His words triggered yet another shift in his boy’s ki. The girl seemed
equally distraught at answering his query. Her scent spiked with shame, but she
dutifully answered her King honestly.
   “I attacked his tail, bringing him such agony he was unable to stop me from
fleeing, or immediately follow.” Her cheeks burned red at the admission of her
cheap shot. It was not a warrior’s skill that helped her, but a child’s trick.
   Vegeta nearly laughed at the girl’s admission of her desperate measures. In
the face of life or death a cheap trick was more than acceptable, but it still
stung a warrior’s pride to resort to such a tactic. She earned a little more
respect in the eyes of her king.
    However, for his boy to fall prey to such a childish ploy was beyond
unacceptable. He had years of training and should have easily seen through to
the girl’s intentions. His eyes returned to his kneeling son, the boy’s ruffled
ki told him the girl spoke the truth, yet he needed to hear it directly from
his son.
   “Boy, does she speak truly? Were you overcome by this tiny woman, using such
an elementary tactic?”
   Trunks winced, shamefully meeting his father's judgemental eyes.
   “Yes, father the girl speaks true, I became... distracted, in my conquest
and dropped my guard. My lapse of attentiveness allowed the girl to flee my
quarters, as I was in no condition to pursue her.” His cheeks tinted pink with
either anger of embarrassment as he spoke. Perhaps, a bit of both. Vegeta
couldn't decipher which. But it didn't matter, his son had admitted his
mistake, one he highly doubted he would make again, as it was a very painful
lesson.
   “I shall once again leave her in your care, but should she remove herself
from your possession a second time, she will not be returned to you.”
    Pan’s eyes lit up at this new development, if she could avoid the Prince’s
advances long enough and make a second venture at freedom he would lose his
claim of ownership.
   Vegeta noticed the brightened look in the girl’s features. He considered it
a moment before leaving her with some parting words.
   “Girl, should you choose to flee your cage, you won't be spared from
punishment. I'll let Brolly or whomever fuck you bloody, after which you will
be confined to a brothel where you will continue service my men’s sexual needs,
spawning countless bastard brats, until your dying day.”
   “So, I suggest you roll over and take my boy’s cock like a good bitch,
before you live to regret any foolish ideas of freedom.”
  Color drained from Pan’s face as she imagined full implications of her King’s
threat. Brolly, the legendary super saiyajin, for whatever inexplicable reason
had taken interest in her. She remembered how weak and insignificant she had
felt in his grasp. His monstrous size was intimidating enough without his stiff
cock pressing against her backside. Vegeta’s eyes held no deceit, should she
run, her future would be even bleaker.
   With his final warning delivered Vegeta turned tossing the key to Pan’s
shackles to Trunks. He caught it easily, a puzzled look briefly crossing his
features before his mind registered it’s purpose. With the key now in his son’s
possession Vegeta left, leaving the youngsters to sort out their frustrations
for each other, and hopefully sire an heir for his throne.
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Chapter End Notes
      On the list of things which drive me crazy as a writer is spelling.
     Specifically, when you want to use a word, and spell it so wrong that
     spell check cannot even save you. >.<*
***** Kizuna Part: B *****
Chapter Notes
       I’m trying to make a weekly scheduled Sunday or Monday new chapter
     post for this story. I didn't get one up last week, due to family
     illness, but as it is a double chapter update this week I hope you
     will forgive me. :)
       This chapter also greatly exceeds my 2,000 word goal, in fact it
     nearly doubles it. So much for my splitting the chapter to make it
     more manageable idea. -_-
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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  Trunks took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and pinching the bridge of his
nose. He had angered his father, the one saiyajin he lived to impress was
disappointed with him. His mind was muddled with vexation, desperately trying
to place blame on anyone other than himself.
  His eyes opened, his furious vision immediately focusing on Pan, it was her
fault, she had brought this shame upon him. If she had only complied,
submitting to him, to her physical superior, this never would have happened. At
the same time he was vehemently contradicting himself. True, she was partly
responsible, but he was also at fault, his own complacency during his attempted
courtship had left him open to her attack.
  He clutched the key tightly as he paced, his conflicted emotions swirling
dangerously in his mind. His body felt hot, his mind unfocused. He burned with
unmet sexual needs. The moon’s fever was scorching him. Hormones swam thickly
through his searing veins steadily urging his to attend to more pressing
matters. His thought process had slowed, unable to properly rationalize, he
continued pushing all of his unwanted feelings of anger, guilt, and inadequacy
on the girl.
  Trunks glared menacingly at his returned female. The source of his lust,
embarrassment, and his father’s disapproval. He could understand his father's
discontentment. How could he allow this tiny girl to best him? As he observed
her from a distance again ire grew inside him. Even shackled and imprisoned
within his quarters, her eyes still shone brightly with unwavering pride, she
clearly felt no guilt in wronging him. Likely, she would do it again, if given
the chance. She was daring him to break her, and break her he would.
  If not for his infamous reputation for killing any would be lovers, females
would be lining up in droves to share his bed. He was rich, attractive (if not
for his unusual coloring), strong, and had the social status of being the
Prince, no sane female would would disregard him.
  If only his instincts weren't so, basic. His pathetic lack of self restraint
had decreased his potential mate pool from a quarter of the population down to
one puny girl who inconceivably wanted nothing to do with him.
  What exactly did she find so displeasing? Why must she defy him at every
turn? Why did she find him so repulsive, when he found everything about her so
intriguing and enticing? He scent alone muddled his thoughts and set his loins
aflame. His reduced mental processes could not fathom the girl’s perspective.
 The more he pressed to find an answer the more frustrated he became. He had
done everything right. He offered her a fresh kill, which she had willingly
accepted and consumed, he overpowered her, showing her his physical strength,
which meant he was able to protect her and any children they may have, but
still she looked at him with with eyes filled with disgust, worse yet, she
would not submit and accept his mating claim.
  He bristled with indignation, she would take her proper place as his mate,
his father willed it, as did his burning loins. He advanced towards the
shackled girl, discarding the small key to be forgotten in the process, he
would accept this challenge, and subjugate her until she broke.
 Pan’s eyes followed the tiny golden key as is sailed through the air before
landing silently in the plush carpet far from where she stood. Trunks followed
her line of vision, noting for the first time that her ki was being restricted
even though she was within his quarters.
  ::Those shackles must have a built in ki suppressor, one not coded to release
within my chambers.:: A devilish smile appeared on his face as her punishment
for resisting him formed in his mind.
 Pan swallowed the large lump which had rose in her throat. The key was well
outside her reach, and without it she had no power. She didn't like the look on
the Prince's face. She knew he was enraged by her recent transgressions against
him, but the artificially pleasant smile he now wore was more than a little
unnerving. It was not the expression of an furious super saiyajin. Yet, somehow
his smile felt even more sinister.
  She took an unconscious step back, as he loomed ever closer, fear laced her
scent, even as she tried to hold up her brave front. With her arms were bound
and her ki was suppressed she was at his mercy, and knew it. She had never felt
this helpless before.
 Trunks advanced, stalking his prey, basking in the terror he so easily
provoked. He caught Pan by the shoulder, his hand locking her in place as he
leaned in closer breathing her tantalizing scent. He lowered his head,
sensually trailing his tongue from her ear down to her collarbone, savoring her
flavor. She flinched at the intimate contact, attempting to jerk free from his
hold. He ignored her small jolting movements, suckling feverishly at her
throat, feeling her pulse rising with his merciless onslaught. He could hear
her heart thundering within her chest, a concrete sign her body was responding
to his ministrations. His shaft strained against his clothing in voiceless
testament to the girl's pull over him.
 He straightened to his full height staring down at the female unwillingly
locked in his embrace. Why did she bewitch him so? His eyes searched her face
for an answer, but the longer he gazed the more his desire swelled. His body
gave in to it’s thirst, locking his mouth to her’s in a savage kiss. Pan’s
muffled complains were music to his ears as she vainly struggled to escape his
kiss, she was as weak as a kitten. Her previous strength burned in his mind as
he continued exploring his conquest. He chuckled darkly against her plump lips,
this was going to be fun.
  He broke the kiss, admiring his work. Pan’s face was flushed, her dark eyes
burning with indignation, he chuckled again, yes, this would definitely be fun.
His hand locked on her upper arm roughly pulling her with him toward the bed,
before nonchalantly shoving her backwards, watching her helplessly fall against
the plush silky sheets.
  Pan's back was suddenly surrounded by the cool fluffy bedding for the second
time today. She struggled to sit up, still refusing to accept to her fate, but
the softness of the mattress kept giving way under her weight, leaving her
floundering without the use of her arms.
  Trunks approached his prize, greatly enjoying her ungraceful, off balance
flopping, which only increased as he edged ever closer, inciting panic in his
helpless victim. He roughly grasped her thighs shoving her knees apart. Pan’s
breath hitched, he couldn't, he wouldn't. Gripping the thin fabric of her
stolen clothing, he gave it a sharp tug the sound of the fabric tearing seemed
almost deafening to his mortified captive.
  Her newly revealed skin turned a beautiful cherry pink as she flushed with
outraged embarrassment. Her tail bristled, she could feel his hot breath
against her exposed flesh. His heavy breathing was labored, his smoldering gaze
meticulously examined her delicious naked form. He was desperately trying to
reign in his primal urges until after he dealt out her punishment.
  Pan’s mind was racing, she had no ki, and with her arms bound, she had no
hope of escape from the imposing male looming over her. She began thrashing
violently, even without her ki she couldn’t let him have his way without a
fight. Her legs kicked at her attacker with all the force she could muster.
Praying silently she could somehow deter him from his intended goal.
  Trunks only seemed to find amusement in her pathetic attempts to fend him
off. His deep condescending chuckles filled Pan’s ears as her fluttering heart
filled with dread. Her flailing limbs were easily stilled by Trunks’ large
rugged hands. He effortlessly pinned her thighs flush against the silken sheets
of the bed.
  His cold blue eyes briefly met with her own panicked brown ones, silently
voicing his claim of dominance. Pan’s chocolate eyes glared back, still
refusing to submit to his claim, even as her tears threatened to spill. He
shrugged with indifference at her dogged stubbornness, his mouth twisting again
into a mocking smirk, as his head descended between her spread thighs, eager to
enjoy his reluctant treat.
  Pan inhaled sharply as his hot tongue made contact with her virgin folds. He
lapped hungrily at her core, coaxing her body to respond against her will.
Small moans, hisses, and squeaks involuntarily tumbled from her mouth as her
tears of mortification finally spilled, cascading down her vibrantly flushed
cheeks. She tried desperately to squirm out of his reach, but his iron grip and
her weakened state left her trapped, disgusted by her lack of power.
  He smirked against her warm flesh, he was winning, she would submit. He snuck
a peak at her face, pride swelling within him at the tortured beauty beneath
him. She was his, her raging spirit struggling against him in a hopeless
effort, only made her more endearing. His eyes glazed as the feral heat of the
moon washed over him, again calling him to sate the fire in his burning loins.
He growled forcing it aside, barely holding onto his sanity, he wanted to take
his time savoring his female.
 Pan’s torso twisted wildly again as she adamantly continued her vain attempt
to pull herself free. His touch was driving her crazy, bringing new sensations
to her feverish flesh. She could feel her mind fogging, her hormones falling
prey to his call to mate.
 Pan’s body was betraying her wishes as her hips involuntarily bucked, meeting
the face of the man defiling her. His tongue swirled around her pink nub before
suckling it and gently nipping with his teeth. Her body was responding to the
male’s claim producing a steady flow of arousal fluids, which he eagerly drank.
A tingling sensation invaded her senses and she could feel her heart galloping
in her chest.
  Trunks felt her resistance slipping and intensified his onslaught, he slid
two fingers into her dripping core, testing her tightness, before pumping them
in and out. Pan’s breath hitched at the new feelings surging through her
inexperienced body. Her hips rose and fell, struggling to meet his thrusts
bringing his thick digits deeper into her needy core. Whimpering moans fell
from Pan’s lips urging him deeper and harder as her body cried out for
something it had never experienced before. Her mating instincts were in
hyperdrive as the Prince inserted a third digit, her body shattered, shaking
with her first release her slick flesh clamped around the fingers buried within
her rhythmically squeezing them as her climax washed over her.
  A low approving purr vibrated through Trunks, but he wasn't finished yet, his
free hand moved up grasping her tail. He carefully unwound it from her waist
bringing the tip to his lips. He exhaled, blowing his hot breath down its
length. Pan’s clouded eyes widened, her breath hitched once again, as his warm
tongue enveloped her tail, dragging it’s tip into his scorching mouth, and
suckling it as a small child would. The electric jolts of pleasure he wrought
surged up her spine. Her nipples hardened, her breath quickened. His own tail
unwound, carefully entwining itself with hers, his tail’s gentle caresses
bringing waves of unbridled pleasure to them both.
  He returned his attention to her core, without warning slamming his digits
inside her again. Pan gasped at the flood of sensations. His fingers continued
pumping roughly inside her as his tongue worked her sensitive nub, his tail
still dancing with her’s for dominance. Pan’s mind was losing, his bid for
dominance was taking over her primal senses. A flood of pleasure swept through
her as she spilled her second orgasm into his waiting mouth. His tongue teased
the clamping muscles sliding in and out of her flooded pulsing core, drinking
all she had to offer.
  Trunks groaned against her soaked mound. He was long past due for his own
release. Removing his tongue and disengaging his tail he stood, scrubbing his
face dry with the back of his hand before hastily disrobing.
  Now, in his full naked glory, he reveled in the sight of the flushed, heaving
female on his bed. Pan’s tiny body trembled as foreign sensations continued to
wash over her. Her heart was thundering, her breathing was ragged. His cock had
become unbearably rigid long ago, as his ears drank in the sweet melody of her
reluctant breathless mews. Now, witnessing her writhing in her pleasure drunken
state, he felt himself grow impossibly harder as masculine pride swelled within
him. He did this, he turned that inflexible pride filled girl into this flushed
panting mess.
 Pan took heaving breaths trying to calm her hyperstimulated body. She felt
Trunks remove himself, as his weight shifted away. Her vision was still starry,
with a pleasant hum numbing her limbs, while she struggled to catch her breath.
Her mind barely had time to register her free status before a sudden heavy
weight again pushed against her, pinning her back into the mattress. She could
feel his engorged member twitching near her weeping entrance.
  She couldn't catch her breath, desperately she tried to drag air into her
lungs and find her voice. He needed to stop, she didn't want this. Shame burned
her cheeks as her gasps become more frantic, still for all her efforts, no
coherent sound left her throat.
 Without warning, Trunks slammed forward, impaling her. Spreading her moistened
folds and forcibly embedding his massive shaft to the hilt. Pain seared through
Pan, as the pleasurable hum abruptly left her. He tore through her barrier
stretching her virgin cavern, and burying himself. She cried out in anguished
pain, finally finding the air to give her voice, but the euphoria Trunks felt
as her tight quivering body enveloped his swollen member numbed him to her
discomfort.
  Finally, his body felt relief. He pulled back nearly unsheathing himself in
his enthusiasm, before crashing forward again with the unbridled force of a
saiyajin denied too long. His body pounded vigorously into her’s reveling in
the feeling of her moist silky cunt. He could feel himself building, drawing
closer to his long denied release.
  His control was gone, ki erupted around him, transforming him into his
ascended super saiyajin state. His weight doubled with the increased muscle
mass and Pan was pushed even deeper into the spongy mattress. His cock’s girth
nearly doubled as well, tearing the tight passage to make room for itself. Pan
was again struggling to breath, as pain ripped through her lower half and his
weight compressed her lungs crushing the breath from her.
  Trunks had never felt such bliss, his mind grew hazy as his thrusts increased
in speed and penetrating depth. His body was nearing it’s climax and with one
final push he grunted emptying his load, pouring weeks of sexual frustration
into Pan’s tense core. His shaft convulsed, pumping its seed deep into Pan’s
abused body.
  Her body had long since gone numb from pain, but the gradually increasing
pressure of his balls slowly rubbing across her recently stimulated clit it was
just enough to send her over the edge once more A small orgasm racked her as
his hot seed continued to spill within her. His thrusts continuing at a much
slower pace, before finally stopping.
  He growled in triumph at his first successful release. Already he could feel
his member hardening, ready to go a second round with the bewitching girl
beneath him. He removed his near ready shaft and rolled Pan onto her stomach
before re-entering her ravished cavern from behind. His chest rumbled with
contented purrs at the snug fit. His mind was lost in its most primal state,
super saiyajin energy crackled dangerously around his ascended body.
  His lusty grunts and moans permeated Pan’s ears as her body felt weaker and
weaker. His sweaty skin slapped against hers, the sickening sound filling her
with more shame than she had ever known. She had lost, he pulled back slamming
again into her exhausted body snarling his ecstasy, as Pan buried her
humiliated face further into the sheets in self disgust.
  The pain had lessened, it was more of a dull burning sensation. She could
smell her blood and the musky aroma of his seed mixed with her arousal fluids.
She felt herself stretching to accommodate his massive girth. On each forward
thrust his shaft filled her completely, it was a strange, alien feeling.
 She felt oddly detached from her body, like a voyeur, watching instead of
being there herself. Her mind distanced her from what was happening, it was
like a bad dream, if only she could wake up it would all melt away. Sleep
pulled at her foggy mind, silently promising her a reprieve from this
nightmare.
  Trunks grabbed her hair pulling her head up and arching her back as he
slammed himself impossibly deeper into her burning core. The trifling pain in
her scalp briefly registered before she slipped into unconsciousness, too tired
and weak to continue struggling with the saiyajin beast abusing her body.
  Trunks roared his completion, filling the small girl to overflowing with his
second creamy load. His seed spilled out onto the royal blue sheets painting
them white with his essence. His pleasure filled growls and purrs rumbled
through him as his heart rate finally slowed back to its regular rhythm. His
hair fading to its normal lavender color as the last of his ki was expended
with his second climax.
  He rolled onto his side, pleasure buzzing through his entire being, never had
he been so fulfilled. He pulled Pan against himself, spooning her soft form
tightly against his own. He buried his face in the crook of her neck inhaling
her sweet scent. His cock again twitched to life and Trunks groaned, filled
with seemingly endless desire for the small woman wrapped in his embrace.
  His large hands resting on her stomach moved up to cup her plush breasts, his
mind once again slipping into the mating fever of the moon. His shaft ready to
lay claim to the entrancing woman once more. He fumbled, aligning himself with
her opening, this time he entered slowly growling his pleasure as he savored
her soft slick walls crushing his engorged member. He withdrew, again sliding
in at an agonizingly slow pace. She was perfect, her body melting into his with
each thrust, and she was his.
  He felt a sudden possessive pull for the girl, the need to dominate and claim
her fully, not just physically. His member reached its climax for the third
time shuddering as it poured its little remaining seed into Pan’s womb. Ripples
of pleasure washed over Trunks as his shaft softened within his prize.
  Trunks collapsed against Pan, his face enveloped in the crook of her fragrant
neck Her scent combined with their recent coupling driving him nearly mad with
the need to mark her. His mouth opened, clamping tightly on the flesh above her
collarbone driving his sharp canines down. His teeth sank easily into the soft
skin and her sweet blood flowed back into his mouth. He purred in contentment
as he feasted on her blood, his cock still deflating within her tight core.
  His mind was blissfully hazy, but he knew she needed to mark him back. He
needed her to accept his dominance and complete the mark, only then would they
truely be bond as mates. He released her shoulder, pulling his member from her
core, and rolling her to face him. The blood was still oozing from his mark. He
watched it slowly pool along her collar bone before running down between her
exposed breasts. His eyes traveled up to her face noticing for the first time
her own were closed and her skin seemed paler than before. She was,
unconscious.
  Dread filled him as he instantly feared she may be dead. It couldn't be she
was his and he wouldn't allow her to leave him. He calmed himself, forcing his
primal brain to function, her heart was still beating, her blood still flowing.
She was alive.
  A possessive growl left him as he bundled the unconcious girl in his arms.
She could not die, he stood naked cradling her against his chest as he swifty
made his way down the hallway to the closest regeneration tank. He was foolish,
in his haste to sate himself he had kept her shackled, without her ki, she
couldn't protect herself during the aggressive coupling.
  For the first time he noticed the bruises covering her tiny frame, each
location his fingers had grasped bore their outline in ugly bluish green marks.
He felt an uncharacteristic pang of remorse, but quickly shoved it from his
thoughts. She was strong, she would pull through and when she recovered she
would be even stronger.
  Finally, reaching the regen tank he lifted the glass panel and shoved the
girl inside, affixing the breathing mask. He jammed the button sequence on the
control pad watching the healing fluid surround the tiny girl who was quickly
becoming so indescribably important to him.
  The monitor beeped loudly showing her vitals. Her pulse was irregular and
cryptically slow, her respirations nearly non-existent, even her blood pressure
was skirting a dangerous line. Trunks released the breath he hadn't realized he
was holding as her life signs began to stabilize and her heart’s rhythm
steadied. She would recover, she would live.
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Chapter End Notes
       I really feel this whole chapter is a complete mess, I've never
     actually written the lemon part of a story before and I felt like I
     was jumping perspective constantly. I hope it wasn't too difficult to
     follow. ^.^*
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