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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
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Many apologies for the long break between chapters twelve and thirteen.
My kindle, which I do all my writing on, suffered unexpected irreparable damage, thanks to my cat, and I had to save up the money to replace it. The kindle is now replaced with an upgraded newer model (so shiny), and writing has been resumed. Kenpachi (Chi-chan) also sends his sincere apologies to all of my readers.
On another note there will likely be a week long break between this chapter and the next due to a family vacation out of town over the week of the 4th. Sorry, about that right after coming back >.<* I appreciate your patience with my sporadic writing.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 13: Exploration
As soon as the door slid shut Pan pounced upon the offered meal. She stuffed slice after slice of freshly slaughtered sabertooth meat into her famished mouth. The delectably savory taste of metallic blood saturated her pallet. It wasn't as extravagant as the sauropod meat, but was still immensely satisfying. A fine meal, much richer than any home cooked dinner she could recall.
Home cooked meals for third class citizens consisted primarily of garden vegetables and grains. Her mother often stewed the grains and vegetables together, with a meager portion of meat usually, from a small animal such as a ground squirrel or badger. Occasionally, when hunting was particularly poor, they would purchase meat from the local market. It always carried deer and squirrel. It also stocked mammoth, sabertooth, and cave bear sporadically, but these higher quality meats were far too expensive for Pan and her mother's budget. Just enough meat was used to flavor the vegetables, and a grant a few meaty tidbits for each of them to savor. Rarely, did they have the financial surplus to enjoy a full raw meat meal, and never anything on as grand a scale as the feast now laid before her.
She finished off the tender meat slice in hand, licking the drying blood from her stained fingers. Her throat was dry, and she scanned the cart for something to wash her meal down, without luck. Her disappointment was short lived as her curious eyes fell on several round shiny fruits.
Pan split one open, revealing it's succulent citrus flesh, the temping honeyed aroma was all it took. She devoured the beautiful striped fruits, their flesh soft, sweet, and juicy, perfectly complementing the tangy sabertooth meat. The fruits quenched her parched throat, and her attention returned to the remaining slabs of meat still wet and glistening with fresh blood. The remainder of the sabertooth meat disappeared in an instant, and to her surprise and delight she unearthed a hidden tray of pastries in the process.
The sweet desserts were unlike anything Pan had ever tasted. Crisp on the outside, yet soft and moist on the inside. The flaky dough concealing a variety of jellied fruit fillings, each pastry lightly drizzled with sugary icing and topped with assorted of chopped nuts. All too soon the tray lay barren, Pan’s belly stuffed, as she purred contentedly.
Now satiated, Pan set about exploring her new chambers, eager to wash up and put on some clothes. Her state of undress temporarily forgotten in the presence of food, she now felt an unwelcome chill on her exposed skin and a sudden pressing need to shield herself from imagined eyes.
She made a quick survey of her current surroundings. This sitting room was indeed a very large room, her old cave home could easily fit within it with ample leftover space. She briefly wondered why anyone would want such a gigantic home, but pushed the thought from her mind, she had more important things to think about.
Pan carefully scanned the walls, ceiling, and floor searching for anything that could prove useful in her bid for freedom. She took a slow deep breath, charging her ki, before punching the nearest wall, testing it's integrity. A painfully loud clang resounded through the room, but the wall showed no signs of damage from her attack.
Cursing, Pan continued her evaluation, the entire room seemed to be the same stark white metal as the hallways, and other rooms she had seen since entering the palace. Clearly the material was designed to be Saiyajin resistant, if not Saiyajin proof. Although, she surely remembered sending Trunks into the wall of his chambers, while he didn’t go completely through, he did cause significant damage to the outer layer at the very least.
Pan calmed herself building her ki for a second time, her power flowed easily to the surface silently obeying her will now that she was unrestrained and well fed. Her pooled ki crackled, her eyes flashing at the brink of transformation.
She wanted to push further, and surpass her previous self. It could be done just a little more and she’d be there. The temptation was nearly tangible, but she hesitated, recalling her collapse in the holding cell after over exerting herself to appease her King’s curiosity. She dare not go any higher the stakes were not in her favor should she over do it again.
Frustration boiled angrily within her as her fist connected with the loathsome wall for a second time. She felt a slight give, hope fluttering anxiously in her chest she eyed the damages. A small dent was the only indication of her efforts. She huffed, clearly the walls in her new chambers were made from either thicker panels or a different alloy entirely than the Prince’s. She had wasted enough time on the wall, Trunks would be returning in the evening and she needed a plan to either fend him off or escape. Pan pressed on with her exploration of the room, finally taking notice of the items within it.
Numerous brightly colored sitting pillows littered the floor among several low tables. Heavy hand stitched silk embroidery adorned many of the pillows, the skill level varied from excellent to poor, a strong indication the embroidery was done by the chamber's past occupants, and not commissioned.
A large expertly woven carpet covered a small section of the vast metallic floor, Pan’s fingers toyed with the tastled edge as she admired the craftsmanship. It’s intricate patterns must have taken a skilled weaver years to complete.
The windowless chamber was illuminated with a couple of strategically placed lamps. Even without the sun’s assistance the lighting felt natural, further proving the designer's placement skills.
Assorted potted plants stood in various locations, some large, some small. The foliage differed from plant to plant. Red tipped leaves and purple striped ones, sharp stalky grasses and large fan shaped leaves, curiously none of the plants had flowers. Pan wondered, if this was a personal preference of the decorator, the Prince, or merely an oversight.
The room also featured several tapestries, one depicted a beautiful field of wildflowers, the distant dusty red cliffs far beyond the vibrant floral blooms drew her in as Pan’s heart yearned again for her small yet cozy cave home and her mother's warmth. She reluctantly pulled away from the immersive tapestry to view the others.
The rest of them featured his royal smugness, Prince Trunks, because who wouldn't love living surrounded by an army of full scale portraits of their oppressor? The tapestry scenes were all very skillfully woven of the finest cotton fibers, accented with silver and gold threads. They depicted his life’s major milestones.
His birth, a tiny bundle securely nestled in the arms of a delicate blue haired woman, his mother she assumed. Her brilliant blue tresses were mesmerizing, never had Pan seen such a hair color. Saiyajin hair fell into three main categories, black, charcoal, or brown. Highlights could be mahogany, plum, indigo, or slate there was a little variation, but not much.The woman’s striking blue eyes looked down on her child with warmth and love, her face beaming with happiness. The infant's tail was wrapped securely around his mother’s wrist affirming their strong bond. The king stood beside them in full royal armor, his pride nearly tangible in his expertly captured expression.
Trunks’ first kill, an adorable toddler of two or three posing on the back of a small sauropod, blood speckled his face and blue training suit, a short unruly tuft of soft lavender hair topped his head, clear shining blue eyes practically glowing with excitement, and a wide grin plastered from ear to ear. The boy gleefully perched on the body of his first kill was nothing like the icy Prince Pan knew. Her hand ran down the chubby cheek of the child stranger in the tapestry. Pain rippled through her heart, how had such a vibrant happy child become such a heartless monster? Pan’s eyes looked deep into the boy’s as if searching for an answer, one the fabric could never provide.
The next portrait was his first battle, the cheery toddler was now a youth of eight or nine. Gone was the sunny expression, and innocent warmth in his crystal blue eyes. The callous smirk of his father replaced his joyful smile, and cold sullen familiar eyes stared back at Pan. A colossal pile of alien corpses lay to the left of the triumphant young Prince. To his right stood his father, the King, his hand resting firmly on his boy’s shoulder, his own proud smirk fixed in place. The contrast between the toddler and boy was striking. He could easily be mistaken for another boy entirely, if not for his one of a kind lavender mane undeniably proclaiming him as one and the same.
The final tapestry was of his coronation as Crown Prince. He was a teenager now, maybe fifteen or so, his short shock of lavender hair had grown out, and he wore it pulled back, tied tightly at the base of his neck. His casual blue training suit was replaced by the finest royal dress armor, edged with snowy white fur, and embossed with the royal crest, a long red velvet cape was dragging the floor behind him. He had grown much taller and now stood eye level with the King. His muscles had yet to fill out completely, as he appeared much leaner than the Trunks Pan knew. The sparkling golden crown sat firmly upon his head, but his expression showed no mirth for the occasion.
Pan saw only entitlement in his stormy expression. He was the Saiyajin Prince, son of King Vegeta, grandson of the late King Vegeta this was his birthright all should bow before him for the entire saiyajin race was beneath him. She could feel his self importance bearing down on her as if she was nothing more than the dirt beneath his boots.
The blue haired woman from the first portrait stood in the distance clutching an infant with matching aqua locks, clad almost entirely in ruffles. Her face was void of the jubilance found in the first tapestry, Pan saw only pain on the woman’s face as she watched her son’s crowning. Whatever had happened between the second tapestry, and the last had shaped Trunks into who he was today. The gleeful boy who took down his first dinosaur was nowhere to be found.
Pan reluctantly pulled away from her absorption with the tapestries. She needed to keep moving. So far she had found nothing truly useful or noteworthy for her escape plan and time was quickly running out.
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The large door creaked open, announcing Trunks’ punctual arrival at the training hall. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, waiting impatiently as always. His dark eyes scanned his son searching for a bonding mark, proof his tiresome matching making endeavors didn’t go to waste. Seeing no trace of such a mark his mouth twisted into a scowl. The stupid boy had messed up again.
Trunks felt his father's eyes burning into him. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing what he was searching for and knowing he would be met with disappointment. Trunks continued to feign ignorance as he went through his warm up stretches. Acknowledging his father's unspoken question would come soon enough, and undoubtedly include a thorough beating.
His finished hs stretches and walked the short distance to meet his father in the center of the room with his head high. Vegeta wasted no time in voicing the burning question.
“Boy, was your mating a success?” Trunks swallowed thickly, hesitating, before giving his unsatisfactory answer.
“I thoroughly rutted her saturating her womb with my seed. Regrettably, she lost consciousness before she could reciprocate my mark.” Trunks muttered sullenly, forcing himself to met his father's disapproving eyes though, every fiber of his being wished to turn away.
Vegeta processed the unfortunate news, a half bond. Trunks needed to complete it, and soon or he would suffer the miserable consequences.
“Hnn” he grunted his acknowledgment, rather than chastise the boy he shifted into a sparring stance. He would learn the extent of his ire through pain.
The irascible glean in his Father's eyes did not go unnoticed. Today was definitely going to hurt. Trunks mentally groaned as he reflexively fell into position awaiting his father's next move, and an inescapable thrashing.
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Pan eyed the many doors leading away from the main chamber. Deciding on the process of elimination, she started with the first door on the right.
It lead down a tiled corridor to a large bathing chamber very similar to the one she used in Korin’s rooms at the auction house. Shelves filled with shampoos, scented oils, soaps, lotions, wash rags, and fluffy towels sat at the front of the steamy pool. A rack of clean white robes was placed a short distance from the shelves beside a bench. Pan was numbed by the luxury, this was a far cry from the barrel baths she was accustomed to back home.
She inspected the bathing supplies opening several different bottles of shampoo to smell them. The first smelled of vanilla and almonds, a pleasing scent although, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to smell like food given her current circumstances.
The next one reminded her of home, earthy and musky, Pan breathed deeply letting the calming scent soothe her before moving on to the next bottle.
One tiny whiff and the calm feeling was gone, dread knotted in her stomach as the sickly floral lavender shampoo drug her thoughts back to her terrible nightmares. The bottle slid from Pan’s hand, as it flew to cover her mouth. She gasped for air, nearly retching, as panic circulated through her.
The bottle hit the floor, it's creamy contents splattering across the pristine white tiles by Pan’s feet. It's cap fell not far from the bottle, it's dim clatter echoing through the chamber as it rolled to a stop. Pan could feel her heart hammering as she forced herself to calm down. She held her breath as she collected the offensive bottle, quickly capping, and shoving it back into place.
She retrieved the second bottle, nearly sprinting away from the spilled lavender shampoo, maybe next time she would inspect some of the other scents, but for now the lavender scent had destroyed any interest they may have held for her. She collected a wash rag and similarly scented soap and took a seat at one of the numerous washing stations in front of the pool.
Pan sat on the small wooden stool meticulously cleansing herself. She scrubbed herself almost raw with the soapy washcloth before pouring a bucket of warm water over herself to rinse away the excess soap. She could still feel his calloused hands crawling over her exposed skin. His unwanted burning touch lingered in her memory. His smug face as he brought his dripping fingers from her core to his mouth. Pan could feel the shame burning in her cheeks. She shook her head driving him from her thoughts before lathering her hair with shampoo. She worked it into her long ebony strands massaging her scalp. Next, she worked the earthy soap into her tail until the entire length was well coated in suds. Pan rinsed herself again thoroughly before entering the steamy soaking pool.
She relaxed letting the hot water soothe her. The pool itself was easily large enough to swim in, but Pan’s mind was focused on cleaning up and exploring the rest of her new “home.” She indulged in the pool’s warm water only briefly before exiting the pool and drying herself with one of the many towels. She donned a robe, stopping to inspect herself in a previously unnoticed mirror.
Her face looked nearly the same as always, only mild differences were noticeable. Her eyes didn't seem as bright, the happy glow she remembered was gone only exhaustion reflected back at her. Her eyes traveled lower on the mirror pulling the robe from her shoulder she was drawn to her collarbone. Her vision locked on the offense maring her previously flawless skin. A bonding mark, HIS mark, her fingers lightly traced his claim, and tears welled in her eyes. He ruined everything. She swallowed thickly pushing her distress away, saiyajins didn't cry. Suddenly, angry with her own weakness she violently scrubbed the tears from her cheeks. It was his fault, but it was her’s as well because she was too weak to stop him.
Before she could think, her fist met the mirror, it's crystal shards rained down to the floor as her resentment continued to eat at her mind. Blood coated her hand and tiny pieces of glass bit into her skin. The crimson droplets fell from her slim fingers to the floor splattering in bright contrast against the white tiles. Pan watched transfixed and numb as her blood painted the floor. She crumpled to her knees and released all of her bottled sadness. Tears mixed with blood as Pan wailed in anguished sorrow.
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Trunks staggered as an intense pain crippled him mid attack. He barely dodged his Father's ki blast. His chest suddenly felt heavy his heart almost crushed. He fell to his knees clutching his chest dragging pained breaths into his pinched lungs as tears ran down his cheeks. His other hand drew to his face touching his wet cheek with puzzled disbelief.
Vegeta froze, dissipating the ki blast in his hand. Trunks moist eyes met his Father’s in silent question.
“So, it begins,” Vegeta sighed, only half satisfied with the beating he had given his foolish boy. Trunks still seemed confused with what was happening to him.
“Those are her emotions boy, shared through your idiotic half bond. Now go to her and fix it.” Vegeta left Trunks to sort out his mess. Still unsatisfied with his short sparring match he sent word to his guard to bring him a new partner.
Vegeta’s gruff reply, left Trunks sitting dumbfounded. He knew she was angry, but he thought she would adjust in time. This was something else entirely. He pulled himself from the floor and dried his face with a towel.
How was he supposed to fix it? He needed to complete their bond which meant getting her to mark him back, and given the emotions he was feeling she was not in the mood to copulate. He grit his teeth as another wave of anguish rippled through him. Slowly, he made his way back to his chambers, and his would be mate. His mind desperately trying to formulate a solution.
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I went with sabertooth meat this time around since they also appear relatively frequently with in the Dragonball universe. I did some quick perusing of ice age mammals in order to decide on what other species to list as potential meat sources.
I must have some of the strangest google search records. Ice age mammals, shirikodama, do monkeys menstruate? The list continues.... I really hope no one is policing my searches. XD
No Brolly this chapter, which makes me sad. Hopefully, I can squeeze him into the next one. ^.~
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