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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
- 10
- 11
- 12
    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. -_-
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 11: Kizuna Part B
    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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    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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