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What Has Become of Me	By : SohmaStar Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Trunks/Pan Views: 767 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Capture
- 2-Fate
- 3-Escape
- 4-Morning
- 5-Plans
- 6-Auction
- 7-Arrival
- 8-Intentions
- 9-Kizuna Part: A
- 10-Return
- 11-Kizuna Part: B
- 12-Torment
- 13-Exploration
- 9
- 10
- 11
    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.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 10: Return

    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.
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    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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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. >.<*
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