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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
    So, I’ll admit it, I'm totally failing at the schedule idea. >.<* Between unexpected house guests, Easter, and the passing of my cat of 20+ years :’( I’ve had my hands full. But, I promise I have not abandoned you.
    This chapter once again has some yaoi content, because everyone wants to know how Brolly spent the Kizuna moon right? or maybe just I do… Whatever the case, here it is my long delayed chapter 12, enjoy. ^_^
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 12: Torment

    Darkness, pitch black darkness surrounded her, like an ill-fated moonless night. Her heart was fluttering, anxiety twitching her frazzled nerves. Something terrible was coming, she could feel it, dread slithered through her like a venomous serpent, coiling heavily in her stomach, her eyes strained futility to see through the inky blackness.

    The overpowering scent of lavender permeated her nose, thick and heavy it hung in the air, burning her blind eyes. She choked as the strength of the flowery scent increased to a near suffocating level. There was nowhere to flee, the blackness encompassing her left her with no sense of direction and no bearings to move by.

    Pan felt trapped within the heavy floral air smothering her. She took gulping breaths forcing the contaminated air deep into her struggling lungs, willing her body to breath. A deep chuckled reverberated ominously. It's source secluded by the pungent murky night. The sound seemed to encircle her, giving her no indication of it’s mysterious owner’s location.

    Pan’s terror peaked as she felt someone's hot breath at the nape of her neck. She rapidly spun around, every hair standing on end, her tail fluffing as her unseen attacker riled her, but there was no one, only the fathomless black abyss obscuring her sight.

    Her labored breathing was dragging on her. She struggled to pull in enough air to remain conscious. Her eyes were useless, her nose stifled by the poignant lavender contaminating the air. With her primary senses out of commission and her body feeling heavier by the minute Pan was forced to rely on hearing and touch to navigate. There was nothing within her immediate reach, she walked slowly forward, blindly extending her arms to grope her surroundings, hunting for anything that could indicate her whereabouts. Nothingness, the silent desolate void seemed to continue forever.

    Desperation swelled within her, drowning in fear, her movements became more erratic as she frantically sought anything that could mark an end to the black abyss surrounding her. She was using her oxygen faster than she could obtain it as she stumbled forward weakly.

    Finally, her hand brushed something, relief washed over her. She moved closer to the newly discovered object, groping wildly for it in her panicked sightless state, she ran her hands across the object, abruptly pulling away as she came to a horrific conclusion.

    The sinister laugh again broke the eerie silence, penetrating her ears, as the previously unidentified object moved, trapping Pan within warm muscular arms. She struggled weakly, feeling strangely sapped of her power, as an oddly familiar voice whispered darkly in her ear.

    “You are mine,” his warm tongue glided smoothly from her ear down to her throat, as deep purrs vibrated through his chest.

    Too weak to resist, Pan felt her consciousness slipping. She fought to remain alert, she needed to break his hold somehow and escape. Her eyes strained to see the man holding her hostage, but is was no use. Even at this distance, her near sightless eyes could only perceive his dark silhouette. The lavender air was obscuring his scent, her only clue to his identity was his vaguely familiar voice. Against her wishes, her eyes slowly slid closed. The ghostly shadow of her mysteriously familiar captor fading with her consciousness.

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    Pan gasped, her eyes snapped open, sweet clean air rushed into her starving lungs. Her head whipped frantically searching, unsuccessfully, for her attacker. Her vision was blurry and the lights were painfully bright. She winced squinting, trying to remember where she was and how she got there. Her fuzzy vision finally came into focus.

    Bubbles? As Pan's clouded mind began to sharpen she realized she was surrounded by them. She soon discovered she could hardly move and couldn't speak. Everything seemed foreign as the bubbles floated freely around her in green tinted fluid.

    Her heart jumped as a nearby alarm sounded, and the green color began disappearing. All too fast for her to process, the bubbles were gone, and she found herself lying on the cold floor sputtering, wet, and naked. She moved to right herself, only then realizing her arms were locked behind her. Looking back over her shoulder the jumbled pieces began falling into place… the shackles…, a regeneration tank....

    But, how did I end up in one? Her mind trailed off as she heard a door glide open. Pan's head snapped to face the sound, Her current vulnerable state filling her with unease. Her anxiety escalated as she came face to face with the final piece of the puzzle. Her memory instantly clicking, a low warning growl escaped from her throat, as flashes from their recent “coupling” came rushing back to her.

    "I see you've recovered" His cold emotionless voice echoed off the metallic walls surrounding them. He began pacing around her prone body, studying her, taking in every delectable curve, and burning the delicious image into his mind. Pan was seething, her tail flicking back and forth in agitation.

    "What are you staring at? You already took away my freedom, my family, and my right to have a life mate. No saiyajin male will accept a tainted female for anything more than a plaything. What else could you possibly want from me? You disgusting piece of filth!” With her anger increasing her speech soon shifted to primal saiyajin, furiously spitting curses at the hated man before her.

    Her venomous snarls reverberated through the small chamber, furious chocolate eyes bore into amused blue ones, and a small chuckle escaped him. Trunks smirked, his eyes never leaving her’s as he strode past her sliding his finger down the damp glass of the regen tank.

    "Funny thing about regeneration tanks.... they repair everything that is damaged when you go in... so, technically speaking…, you're a virgin again. The only ones who know otherwise are you, and me... But, don't you worry, you won't stay that way for long. I'm going to enjoy every second of taking that away from you... over and over again."

    He leaned down taking in her scent, a look of pure bliss crossed his face as his warped mind processed Pan's scent… fear, despair, anger, rage, it was all there, written in the unspoken language few take the time to learn. Erotic images of her prone form flashed in his mind as he imagined all the way he could force her to submit. His face morphed seamlessly from bliss to a glazed look of feral lust.

    His hand snaked forward lightly grasping her twitching tail. His large calloused hand slid down it’s length caressing his female in one of the most intimate ways a saiyajin could. His thick fingers brushed the soft brown fur roughly, yet, carefully, sending wave after wave of pleasure back to Pan.

    Pan fidgeted, helpless as her body responded to the soft touch of her hated captor. He began to purr, the dull rumble unconsciously soothing her. Pan twisted, looking over her shoulder to assess her situation. Trunks’ was rapidly losing what little control he had. A large obvious bulge was straining against his spandex training suit. His purrs were starting to blend into growls.

    Her heart skipped in her chest... danger.... her instincts screamed at her to flee. The twisted expression on the face of her defiler sent a surge of adrenaline through her panicked body. Her wary eyes never left Trunks as she slipped her tail free from his loose grasp. Then, rolling onto her back she swiftly scooted herself to the nearest wall. Using the wall as a brace, she scrambled to her feet.

    Her racing mind was now conflicted, should she run? Her heart was thundering in her chest. Every fiber of her being told her she needed to escape this awful place and the monster within it. Still, if she did run, she would have to make it past Trunks, who now stood sentinel calmly near the only door. His massive arms were crossed casually over his well muscled chest as he reclined leisurely against the wall. His bulge of arousal still plainly visible. A taunting smirk was plastered on his smug face, just daring her to try something.

    Desperately, she scoured her mind for a feasible plan. Her arms were still bound tightly with ki suppressing shackles, and she was naked. If she did by some unlikely miracle slip past him, and exit the room, he would certainly pursue her. She got lucky the last time, her cheap shot to his tail left him unable to follow, but that wasn't going to happen a second time. Worse yet, if she encountered another unmated male, she would likely meet the same fate as she would staying in this room. A cold chill ran up her spine, and she shivered at the thought.

    Her King’s promise hung heavy in her thoughts as she weighed her options. To flee successfully under these conditions seemed highly improbable, and she was not going to waste her last chance of escape, and become a breeding whore in a brothel. What other option did she have? She willed herself to think of a plan, but her mind remained hopelessly blank. She did the only thing she could do, hanging her head in silent resignation she waited anxiously for Trunks to make the next move, praying she would be able to counter whatever it may be.

    Trunks watched like a predator, frozen in place, the conflicted emotions streaming across Pan’s face were fascinating. Hope to despair, desperation to determination, her carousel of expressions went round and round, but never once did it stop on defeat. Her pride was still glowing brightly, well rooted by her saiyajin blood, and she would obviously still resist him in any way that she could. Never had he seen a saiyajin display so many varied expressions.

    He saw her eyes land on the door, she was clearly contemplating another futile escape attempt. Which was out of the question, he would not lose his chosen female. His father had made himself clear, his rights to Pan would be rescinded should she flee from him a second time.

    A low growl rumbled from him as his anger at his chosen female’s continual denial boiled over. He strode purposefully towards the defenseless conflicted female. Pan’s eyes snapped to his, her blatant defiance further feeding his fury. Stopping just short of his target he loudly growled out his intent in primal saiyajin. Color drained from Pan’s face as her ears heard him voice his claim. He was demanding her submission as her mate. A single word in a nearly inaudible whisper fell from Pan’s lips in shocked disbelief…

    “no…..”

    Trunks roared at her response, his rage building with every rebuff she made. She was his and would learn her place. His teeth sank savagely into the flesh of her collarbone for the second time, her anguished cries as she tried to pull free meant nothing to him. Strength was all that mattered, and he was stronger. She would submit.

    He pulled away from his bloody feast, forcing a kiss on his unwilling female. Pan tried to reel back, but was pinned between Trunks’ large body and the wall. She could taste her blood on his tongue, feel his delighted purrs vibrating his chest, she felt sick. Trunks broke the kiss pulling back slightly. He remained nose to nose with his stubborn flushed female.

    Pan glared at him, ire heavy in her watery chocolate depths. How dare he put a claim mark on her. She was not his, she would never reciprocate his claim. Unshed tears burned the corners of her eyes, the only way she could hope to gain a mate now, was if they were somehow more powerful than this pompous super saiyajin ass of a Prince, and could override his mark with their own.

    Trunks looked deep into the eyes of his furious kitten, still she was no closer to submission. Her eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to fall either from anger or despair he was unsure or which. He would have to subjugate her further if he hoped to break her will and get her to reciprocate his claim.

    With a heavy sigh he gathered his struggling female, tossing his naked thrashing cargo over his shoulder, his large hand gripping her exposed butt as much to tease her as to steady her. Her indignant squeak as he lightly squeezed her firm rump sent more heat pooling in his needy loins, and while he would love nothing more than to continue this game to it’s nearly ensured rutting conclusion, regrettably he had sparring plans with his father and could not afford to be late.

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    Brolly was uncharacteristically agitated. He shifted uncomfortably in his large bed. The Kizuna moon had passed, and he had rode it out as always, rutting several males and surprisingly even a female. Yet, the small rebellious female he desired most, alluded him. She was tormenting him with the remnants of her scent clinging alluringly to his discarded armor.

    He groaned as his member swelled with just the thought of her. His passionate fantasies seeming almost real as he closed his eyes caressing his rigid shaft. His tiny female impaled upon his cock crying out in ecstasy as he filled her with his seed. He groaned again bucking against the calloused flesh of his palm. His body was on fire, burning with need for his chosen female. His visions became more vivid as he continued forcefully pumping himself. Her defiant eyes burned brightly in his memory, as did the soft feel of her breast, and the firmness of her rump resting upon his thigh. He snarled as he spent himself, white stringy cum spurting from his shaft onto his sheets drenching them with his musky masculine scent.

    He rolled onto his back staring blankly at the white expanse of his ceiling. His heart slowly returning to it's regular rhythm. He forced her from his mind, returning his thoughts to the hunt recalling the recent events that took place during the Kizuna moon.

    He had found a particularly pleasing male to ride out his first wave of blood heat. This male had held his own against him far longer than most. Granted he had given him a generous handicap, by refraining from using his super saiyajin form. However, all too soon, he overpowered him and forced his submission. He was indeed a fine male specimen, solid and well muscled, though inexperienced and young.

    Brolly thought back on his soft muffled cries as he took him. He had held his tongue for the most part, refusing to voice his discomfort as the much larger male sodomized him. That was until Brolly powered up, riding his ass with raw super saiyajin force, only then could he no longer hold back his tears and pained cries. The blood heat forced the young male’s body to respond in turn, spilling his seed in the dusty red soil as he submitted to the giant male dominating his ass.

    Brolly felt a great sense of accomplishment as he emptied his creamy load into the young saiyajin warrior beneath him. He grunted as his cock twitched, spasming with continued release within the tight quivering anus of his victim. He charged his ki into a small concentrated orb before burning a deep mark on the right butt cheek of his conquest. Branding him as a memento of his rut, so he would never forget that he was bested and fucked by Brolly the legendary super saiyajin. Unsheathing himself he left the bloodied panting male to recover, or sate the next desperate male who happened upon him in his weakened state, it mattered not.

    He could feel the heat building in his veins for the second time, he needed another outlet, another battle. He came across a puny male about to breed a ridiculously tiny subdued female. He turned to leave uninterested in the weaklings, but the female’s small stature and delicate features somehow reminded his heated hazy mind of the one he so desired. It stirred an unfamiliar need within him. He shoved the male off, propelling the distracted saiyajin violently into a nearby tree where he fell stunned by the shear force.

    Climbing on top of the weakened female his rigid shaft still free from his previous conquest he tore the ragged clothing from the squirming girl and aligned himself with her entrance. Slamming inside her, a sharp, distinctly feminine cry came from the girl beneath. It was a foreign sound to him, but not altogether unpleasant. He pulled back briefly, then thrust forward a second time, groaning as he took in the feeling of rutting a female for the first time.

    It was a completely different experience from bedding a male. The female was soft, her body welling with lubricating fluids making his shaft incredibly slick as he stretched her tight silky interior. He felt himself building much faster than he had with males, slippery skin slapping together as her essence spilled out lubricating his balls. He groaned as the suction of her hot core nearly drug the seed from his shaft. Her overstimulated body shuddered it's own release clamping down on his thick member milking his seed deep into her thirsty core. The panting female turned her head in submission waiting for Brolly to mark her. He growled pulling his limp shaft from her soping core no longer interested in the weak girl he had bedded on a whim. She was not his desired.

    The male he had pushed aside had come to, furious with his chosen female’s deflowering. Brolly chuckled, the scrawny boy was not much stronger than his female, but his body was again feeling the relentless burn of the moon. He caught the young male’s fist as he swung to punch him. Then he powered up slightly, his super saiyajin energy crackling around him like a cloak of lightning. The young male’s eyes widened before he dropped to his knees in defeat, his head hung in submission and shame as his fighting spirit fled. The boy was pathetic, he didn't even try to fight. An idea came to Brolly’s fevered mind, he approached the crestfallen male his naked shaft nearly in the boy’s face.

    “Suck,” he growled his demand. The young saiyajin looked up with horror clearly in his eyes, as Brolly stepped forward fisting his hand into his hair and dragging his face closer to his rigid cock.

    “Now suck, unless you would rather fuck.” the twisted smile on the much larger saiyajin told the boy this was no joke. He swallowed, his mouth unbearly dry as he brought the bloody organ to his lips. He forced his mouth open, taking the pungent organ coated with his own female's juices into his hot mouth. Brolly groaned as his subjugated victim complied with his demands. His eyes slid shut and he forced himself deeper into the young saiyajin’s throat. His hips thrust hard against the moist cavern sheathing his massive cock. He could vaguely hear the boy’s sputters and choking noises as he rammed in and out while picturing his female’s perfect lips wrapped snugly around his shaft. His hand snaked down grasping the younger saiyajin’s tail. The boy whimpered, his own cock growing painfully hard as Brolly’s rough hand slid down the furry length of his tail. Grunting, he poured his thick cream into the mouth of his submissive conquest.

    “Swallow, he growled as the last of his large load leaked from his spasming cock. His abundant seed seeping from the corner of the boy’s mouth. The young male complied forcibly swallowing the salty seed, tears welling in his defeated eyes.

    Normally, this would be enough to sate his carnal desires, however, his thoughts kept returning to the soft sweet scented female burning with fiery pride, who was undoubtedly being ridden by his Prince at this moment. His own pride was still irked beyond console by her removal from his person.

    He turned to the shaken would be couple, both cowering and looking away from him in submission. Disgust filled him, such weaklings had no business breeding, the saiyajin race needed strength. However, the moon’s pull was relentless, pushing him once again to sate himself.

    Another fantasy came to mind, he brought the female to her hands and knees positioning himself behind her. He instructed her to suck the boy off. Then, without warning he thrust forcefully into her tiny ass. She shrieked in agony, much louder and shriller than any male ever had. As he pulled out, and slammed back in he gruffly reminded her of his demands,

    “Suck, woman.”

    She hurriedly complied, eager to please the powerful male fucking her. The terrified young male shoved his swollen member awkwardly into her waiting mouth, and she took it’s full length sucking deeply. Her tongue sliding haphazardly around the unfamiliar organ pulling in and out of her mouth. The younger saiyajin relaxed some, enjoying his sweet reprieve from the blood heat. Grunting in ecstasy, as the female suctioned his shaft deeper into her hot mouth.

    Brolly groaned, further powering up as he grabbed the ass of the female he was rutting. Pulling her flush against himself he buried his massive shaft to the hilt. The muffled cries of the occupied female made him grin. Withdrawing nearly his full length he again slammed forward eliciting delightfully pained muted cries from his partner. Her blood was lubricating his enormous cock as he pounded relentlessly into her petite ass. He caught her tail squeezing it lightly eliciting faint moans of pleasure, before pulling back and forcing his cock impossibly deeper inside her. He raised his power slightly, bulking his muscle mass and the girth of his member, the female choked on young male's cock feeling her ass spreading impossibly further as his enlarged shaft stretched her abused rear still wider.

    The young male reached his climax, emptying himself into the sputtering female’s mouth before withdrawing his flaccid length. Saliva trailed from it's tip back to her plump lips, her erotically flushed face gasping with pained pleasure after each forceful thrust she received. Her sex was literally dripping with arousal. He swallowed thickly his burning mind still seeking further conquest.

    His sight focused on the massive male pounding the tiny girl. Her mouth now free, feminine cries a mixture of pain and arousal poured from her mouth. He felt his shaft rising back to life as he appreciated each bounce of the female's modest chest. The lusty grunts from the giant golden male as his balls slapped rhythmically against the female's exposed sex further fed his fantasies.

    Brolly motioned for the gawking young male to come closer positioning him beneath the female he was still fucking. He instructed the boy to breed her, making use her dripping cunt while he continued his rear onslaught. As her velvet folds engulfed him for the first time the boy growled in appreciation. Her silken vice clamped around him almost immediately as her climax washed over her.

    The female was panting, mewing in pleasure, her foggy mind now welcomed both cocks pumping deeply within her. Her tingling body was steadily building towards another orgasm, she was numb to pain, too high on pleasure to care. She slammed herself back against the invading shafts unable to get enough of their delicious friction as they stretched her. She could feel the younger male climax his hot seed filling her needy cunt sending her spirling towards completion yet again.

    Brolly could feel the younger saiyajin‘s member rubbing along with his through the thin membrane of tissue separating them. He growled as the boy climaxed, his spasming cock triggering the female’s orgasm which sent her anus into another twitching fit. He could feel himself slipping, the saiyajin boy nearly howled, his release oozing from his shaft as he continued pumping feverishly in to the female's sloppy cunt.

    The female was still spasming, her body hungrily drinking the young male’s offered cream. He pushed just a little farther, his mind still flashing him images of his prized female. He could see her flushed and panting, mewing in pleasure as he fucked her with his engorged member at full strength. He could picture her mouth stretched around his gargantuan girth drinking his seed as he massaged her soft mounds. Her velvet tail entwined with his as her body accepted him in every way, his seed taking root in her womb. Pan was his undoing as her poured himself into the ass of the female roaring his passionate conquest.

    He lay panting as his spent cock softened within the female’s bloodied ass. Soon, it slid free. His seed and her blood leaked from the tiny female staining the red sandy ground. The young male and female lay still in a sticky heap, their tails entwined, both turning their heads in submission, still awaiting his claim mark. He snorted at the thought. Still he charged his ki and branded them, as he did with all his conquests. He felt nothing for them yet, he still needed to show the world he had been there first.

    His body had cooled some for the moment, but his desires for his Prince’s female still swirled darkly. He gave up on satisfying himself, returning quietly to his quarters to burn alone.

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    Trunks strode proudly down the hallway towards his quarters. The naked female slung over his shoulder was creating quite the stir with the other males they passed. Several cat calls, wolf whistles, and assorted rutting offers had caused Pan to flush a vibrant shade of red from head to toe as she attempted, unsuccessfully, to hide her naked flesh from view.
    Trunks was enjoying her discomfort, as well as, relishing the envy on the other male's faces. The vast number of taunting offers made by the other males only cemented the fact that his mate to be was a prize worthy of their Prince.
    Finally, reaching his quarters, he typed his familiar pass code into the hall door panel. A small beep of acceptance sounded, and the door slid open, revealing his dimly lit living quarters. He wordlessly entered, his light burden still perched unhappily upon his shoulder. The door slid closed behind him locking into place with a muted click. He paused, promptly turning to another panel typing something Pan couldn't see, before continuing further into his quarters.
    He passed through his sitting room, to the wall opposite his bedroom door. The previously discarded shackle key glinted as he neared it, and he stopped, briefly stooping to retrieve it, before continuing on his way.
    Upon reaching the far wall he slid his fingers down the wall panel’s seam until he felt what he was searching for, a well hidden button. Trunks pressed the small button activating a red light which scanned him from head to toe. The scan completed with an electronic voice confirming his identity, and the panel slid open, an electronic voice welcoming him to his pleasure quarters.
    The main sitting area was significantly larger than his own, as it was meant to house twenty or more concubines comfortably. Colorful sitting cushions littered the floor, along with several low tables.
    Long gone were the broken bodies of the past occupants. Trunks vividly remembered the congealing bloody corpses piled high in this very room. He shook his head clearing the unpleasant memory from his thoughts.
    Another string of low guttural insults brought Trunks’ attention back to the task at hand. Pan was still furious, her primal growls and snarls hadn't ceased since he had openly voiced his claim. She was still vehemently denying him as her intended, while slinging every curse and insult available in the primal tongue at him. He chuckled softly at her endless spunk.
    Trunks slid Pan off his shoulder onto the nearest pile of cushions. He held her in place, his hand pressed against the soft mound of her bare breast. His body seemed to move on it's own. Pinning her flush against the cushions his tail wrapped itself with her’s. His second hand traveled down to her sex, and his fingers delved between her moistened folds.
    Pan bucked wildly attempting to remove his offending hands. He ignored her weakened efforts, continuing with his exploration. Two fingers disappeared into her core rhythmically pumping in and out as his tail continued to fondle hers. A moan slipped from Pan, her face burning a brilliant scarlett in embarrassment. Trunks pressed on pushing Pan closer and closer to climax. Then, he suddenly withdrew. Cooly watching her squirm with unmet passion her lust coulded eyes blazing with intense hatred. He brought his dripping arousal coated fingers to Pan’s face.
“and I thought you didn't like me.” His tongue darted out cleaning his fingers as Pan watched mortified by her body’s betrayal. Trunks finished cleaning his hand, but he still craved more. His head descended to her folds lustfully grooming her sweet essence from her dripping core. Pan’s body reacted by producing even more nectar. Her hips bucking against his tongue unconsciously attempting to increase the friction.
    Pan groaned as trunks pushed his tongue inside her, the strong muscle rushing in and out of her throbbing center as her suckled on her clit made her mind hazy with bliss. His hands locked around her thighs and he pulled his delectable feast flush with his face. Pan’s soft panting mews nearly cost him his control. His fingers rejoined his tongue pushing Pan past her breaking point. She broke with a flood of juices gushing forth from her core, whimpering as her convulsing sex pulsed around Trunks’ embedded digits. He gave her a few more rough pumps earning several very errotic lusty moans before withdrawing. His own member now painfully erect. He didn't have much time before he was to meet his father, and he couldn't go like this.
    Trunks unlocked the shackles from Pan’s bruised wrists, allowing the aching muscles in her arms to finally relax. She hissed as the heavy cuffs fell, and her ki returned, immediately shooting across the room to a safer distance from her perceived threat.
    Trunks watched her retreat with dark dismay. He wanted to force her submission right now, his cock was painfully hard seeping precum in anticipation, but time was not on his side. He had less than an hour before he was to meet his Father in the training hall. Sighing, he cleared his throat and motioned to the rooms they were in.
    “These rooms are yours, you may do as you please with them. You will find an assortment of clothing, hobby supplies, books, etc. available everything here is yours. If you require anything else inform me, and I will see to it.”
    “Now, I suggest you wash up and get some rest. I'll be returning later, and there will be no resting then.”
    Trunks turned and left, choosing to ignore Pan who was sticking her tongue out in a childish display of immaturity. As soon as the door slid shut She sighed in relief, he was gone, at least for now.
    The relief however, was short lived. Almost as soon as the door had slid closed it reopened. Before Pan could muster another string of curses the most delicious scent wafted to her nose. Her stomach rumbled in complaint, and Trunks smirked in triumph.
    He pushed a cart laden heavy with an assortment of food into the room. Pan was practically drooling at this point ready to leap on the food cart. Trunks cleared his throat reminding her of his presence, and drawing her wary eyes from her meal back to himself.
    “Remember kitten, I'll see you tonight.” he winked suggestively at her as he exited for the second time. His bulging arousal still plainly visible.
    Pan swallowed dryly, she would definitely have to come up with a plan, and soon.
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    Once again the word count is ridiculous >.< I'm sure it only bothers me, but this is easily two chapters worth even after I took a bunch out and sent to the next chapter. Like the Energizer Bunny, it keeps going and going... gah!
    Hopefully, this isn't too bad grammar and mistake wise, but I feel like if I stare at it any longer I'm just going to keep making minor changes forever and never get it posted. lol
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