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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
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragon Ball franchise, and recieve no profit from this story.

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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Chapter two is complete :) I hope you are enjoying my story. Please, let me know what you think good or bad, reviews provide insight and help me grow as a writer. Thank You for all your support <3
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star
Chapter Two: Fate
    Pan's wrists and ankle were raw, she finally gave up fighting the cuffs, and now lay face down, completely exhausted. She lifted her head slightly, and peered out the back of the cart, watching the slow moving scenery pass in a white blur, painted yellow and orange in the rising sun's rays. The cart continued down the smooth pearly road carrying her deeper into the foreign city, and soon Pan's tired body was lulled into a haunting sleep...
    She was running... from what she didn't know... the scent of lavender drifted through the air making her strangely dizzy. She tripped, crashing painfully into the uneven ground, her eyes strained trying to search her pitch black surroundings. Something warm brushed against her, she gasped turning sharply, and called out.
     "Who's there?" Her voice shook, giving physical form to her fear. The question echoed into the vast darkness, answered by a low chuckle. Pan's blood froze, and her throat was suddenly dry. She formed a second question.
     "What do you want with me?" Then paused, waiting, but again her question went unanswered. The lavender scent clung in her nostrils. Burning with it's intoxicating aroma. She moved to stand, but was forcefully thrown down her unseen enemy. Pan's head hit the cold floor hard, and warm blood trickled into her vision. She smeared it away with her hand, and tried again to stand, ignoring her throbbing head. Another unseen blow was landed, and her knees buckled. She swayed uneasily before falling the short distance to the ground once more, and her mind slipped into blackness.
    The cart came to an abrupt halt in front of a large dome shaped building, the morning sun still lazily creeping over the horizon illuminating Vegeta-sei's red sky. The slaver approached Pan's fitfully sleeping form, freed her ankle then roughly shook her in an attempt to wake her. She mumbled calling out to her imaginary foe incoherently before shifting position and continuing her restless sleep. Fed up, the slaver left, returning promptly with a large pail of icy water. He dumped the freezing liquid over Pan who's eyes immediately bolted open as she sputtered in undignified shock. Panicked, wide eyes frantically scanned her surroundings for her attacker, before the clanking chains binding her hands reminded her of her current predicament. She was now wide awake not to mention even more miserable...
    "What the HELL did you do THAT for?" Pan's soaked tail bristled flicking angrily behind her sending water droplets intentionally in the direction of her attacker. She continued to throw insults at him, growling and grunting in primal saiyajin tongue for a several long minutes before calming down.
     He ignored her ranting, smirking in mild amusement as he carefully navigated his many pockets once again. Finally, locating the desired item, he extracted a large silver ring from his front left pocket. Forcefully grasping Pan's arm, he unlocked her shackles allowing them to fall to the cart’s floor with a heavy thud. Before Pan could formulate an escape plan he slid the ring over her right hand and onto her wrist. He paused, never releasing her arm he patted a few other pockets then, withdrew a small remote, pressing a round green button on it, the ring to shrank fitting her thin wrist snugly. n
     Pan's ki dropped sharply, and she instantly knew what happened. She growled, angry with herself for not expecting it, and began attacking the ki suppressor. It emitted a slight shock, temporarily stunning her in her weakened state. She growled again shaking her foggy head, at her own weakness. Crossing her arms over her chest, she silently measured her usable ki, ::not even enough to fly.:: she thought dryly. The slaver watched her display, and finally decided she was finished. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and drug her out of the cart pushing her roughly into the nearby dome building. Her soaked clothes clung to her well defined petite frame as she made her soggy march forward.

    Inside the building, she was greeted by wolf whistles as the other slavers took in the soaked rags she wore. Her face burned with embarrassment and resent. She shouldn't be here. She was forcefully shoved against a wall and told to wait for her photo to be taken. Pan stood there begrudgingly in her wet rags glaring at anyone foolish enough to make eye contact.
     Finally finished, with spots still dancing in her vision, she was shuffled towards a gigantic metal desk where a pump elderly female saiyajin was sitting in an overly plush beige chair in front of monstrously sized computer monitor.
    "Senior officer Taki, returning from the hunt with new merchandise." Pan's body bristled at the word merchandise, sensing the change in her Taki smirked darkly enjoying her discomfort. The woman behind the desk began typing then, pulled out a few blank forms. Taki began filling them in, handing one to Pan with a pen. He silently hoped she could read and write. Much to Taki’s relief, she quickly scanned the questions, and started to fill in the blanks.
1. Name: Pan
2. Level: 3rd Class
3. Age: 16
4. Power Level: 1,000,000
5. Gender: Female
6. Father: Gohan
7. Mother: Videl
     Finished with the short form, she slid the paper back towards the woman at the computer. She took it, somewhat surprised the bumpkin girl before her could read and write, and began entering the information. She stopped abruptly at her power level sighing dramatically she turned to Pan.
     "Honey, I really wish young girls, like yourself, wouldn't lie on these. It makes my job much easier if you just answer truthfully." Pan angrily snatched the paper back, and crossed off 1,000,000. She replaced it with 10,000,000 and shoved the paper back in the face of the irritating woman. She went to enter the number for the second time, glancing down at the paper she became irate.
     "All right, I KNOW you are lying. I can't see why, but there is NO way your power level is that high. The only people even remotely near that power level belong to the royal family, and you're nothing, but 3rd class trash." Pan smiled proudly, but said nothing further inducing the woman’s ire.
     "Okay, you want to play pretend then, FINE! Have it your way, but I don't think you'll last a week after the auction, especially with the elites, and royals." She turned her back to Pan, and briskly typed the information into the computer. Spinning to face Pan once again, she smiled maliciously.
     "I really hope you like pain, because you just got yourself one hell of a dose."
     Taki had finished his forms awhile ago, and watched the dispute with interest... Now, he just needed to persuade a certain buyer of her worth... and revenge would be his.
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     Yawning, Trunks begrudgingly drug boots onto his tired feet. He had not slept a wink last night. His body was still burning. His blood hummed calling him to mate, producing the painful bulge now hidden behind his tight armor still aching in it's need for release. He had even stooped so low as to try pleasuring himself, but to no avail.
     Angry he decided to check out the auction house and take note of any potentially worthy females caught during the hunt. Not that he expected to find anything, those low level slavers rarely captured anything worth note, but he needed an outlet and soon. The Kizuna moon was fast approaching and from what he'd been told no male of mating age could resist it's pull. He growled under his breath his pent up hormones making him even more irritable than usual.
    Finally prepared, he went to greet his Father and tell him the morbidly dismal results of the previous night. No doubt he would be displeased. Females were hard to come by and powerful females were exceptionally rare. He had unintentionally murdered at least eleven young saiyajin girls last night yet, he felt no guilt or remorse. They died because they were weak. It was not his fault, it was their destiny. If he hadn't killed them someone else would have. Sure they may have lived longer under the care of another, but sooner or later their weakness would have brought about their demise. At least this way they didn't share their weakness with the gene pool. The alien girls he gave absolutely no thought to. They were a dime a dozen, any color, any species. He could have them at the drop of hat.
    Trunks’ boots squeaked against the polished floor as he turned sharply to enter the throne room. Vegeta sat waiting, already knowing the outcome of his son's sexual exploits. He nodded acknowledging his only son as he knelt before him giving the traditional fist over the heart salute. Trunk looked up at his father. Waiting for the older saiyajin to begin the conversation.
    “Trunks, I see that you remain unsated, were the woman supplied unsatisfactory?” His voice echoed through the throne room.
    “Father,” Trunks started, looking up at his King “The provided women were unable to fulfill their duties.” Trunks finished pain searing through his body again as his throbbing shaft recalled it's disappointment.
    Vegeta noticed the slight shift in Trunks as the heat pulsed through him. “Very well, you may select one girl from last night's hunt to serve you during the upcoming Kizuna moon. Choose carefully.” Vegeta dismissed Trunks with a wave before retiring from the throne room himself.
    ::Only one?:: Trunks thought absently. Over one hundred saiyajins had died between this Chikara moon and the last. Still he had not found release. How could one woman possibly fulfill his rampaging desires? He wasn’t sure such a woman existed at all, let alone the odds of such a woman being captured by those incompetent slavers. Trunks felt certain disaster on the horizon as he took off in the direction of the auction house. His burning need further souring his foul temperament.

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Chapter three coming soon. Hope to see you there :)
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