Breaking Free

Breaking Free Chapter 2

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Bra was rudely awakened the next morning by an excited Pan. Pan came bounding into Bra's
sleeping quarters and jumped on the bed. Bra groaned and opened an eye at Pan.

"What the hell time is it?" She felt as if she had been up all night. Her eyes still red and swollen
from crying the night before.

Pan took no notice of Bra's condition. She had just woken up in Trunks arms and it had been
the best feeling in the world and she had to share it with someone. "Trunks is planning the
ceremony today!" She squealed happily.

"Really? So my brother finally got the balls to do it, eh?"

Pan nodded her head happily. "He told me last night! Oh Bra it was so romantic..."

Bra tuned Pan out like she always did when she talked about her brother. Personally she
thought the entire thing was kind of sick. Pan was like a sister to her and know she was mates
with her brother. Eeewww! Trunks was gross enough as is. She knew it wasn't fair to not
listen to this as it was relatively important, but last night hung over her like a dark cloud. Her
father was being completely unreasonable. She had tried to ignore the painful words he had
spoken and read her mother's journal, but all too quickly she began to talk about the love she
had with her father and it made her think of the things she would never share with someone
she loved. Bra sighed listlessly and rubbed her eyes.

Pan noticed that Bra's mind seemed to be elsewhere and stopped talking. "Bra what is it?"
She asked trying to play the role of best friend even though she was pissed that Bra couldn't
put her petty problems aside and be happy for her for once.

Bra smiled at Pan. She really was a good friend. "Oh nothing. Just some stupid fight with my
father. You know the usual." Bra rolled her eyes for emphasis. "But listen to me. You don't
care about that right now. Oh Pan I'm so happy for you! You going to make a great Queen!
I'm so excited!" She really was happy for her. Pan had wanted her brother since they were
kids. And with her help, she'd be a great ruler.

Pan smiled widely at Bra glad the subject was back on her. "I know. So am I. I don't care as
much about ruling as I do about being with Trunks forever. But after a night with your father
I'm sure you don't want to hear all the romantic details. Come, Vegeta and Trunks will be in
meetings today why don't we go spar and I'll tell you about it then."

Bra grinned. Pan knew how to take her mind off things. She jumped out of bed and went to
her wardrobe and got some armor. After she got dressed the two girls made their way to
Bra's training grounds.

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Trunks looked over at his father. He was not in a good mood, but then again when was he
ever? The meetings this morning had been long and boring and Trunks was looking for a good
fight. æNow as good as time as any.' Trunks thought as the last of the guards walked out of
the room. The new recruitment was going smoothly and that made Trunks happy. His father
had insisted that new guards would be a pain in the ass. But the old ones were just getting ...old.

Vegeta growled when he saw his son's smug smile. He knew he was thinking about the new
guards. Vegeta had done the same thing as he when he got to the throne. At least his father
hadn't been there. It was entirely infuriating watching his son slowly take over the empire. He
was changing things and Vegeta did not like that. Vegeta could not let these new young guards
near his daughter.

"What do you want brat? You should be supervising your new army now." King Vegeta said
giving voice to his opnion.

"They can take care of themselves for now. I want to talk to you about something. Actually
tell you is more like it." Trunks knew he was pushing it with the tone of his voice. But wanted
his father to know that there would be no arguing on the matter.

"Well, out with it brat. I have more important things to spend my time on than sitting here
shooting the shit with you." Vegeta angrily replied. He was not at all impressed with his son.
He knew exactly what he wanted to tell him.

"I am taking Pan as my mate." He paused for a dramatic effect. When there was no immediate
reaction from the king he continued. "I will be making the announcement tomorrow. I just
thought you'd like some advanced notice. Not that anything you say will change my mind. She
will be my Queen no matter what."

"You are making a mistake, brat. Pan is an unwanted house guest here that has overstayed her
welcome. You will be getting no support from the people on this one."

"I will make the people love her. Let those who oppose my decision challenge me. I will make
them regret the day they thought so foolishly."

"Hump. Think what you want. Those who want certain people out tend to do so. She will be
your falling."

"I would not let anything happen to my mate, old man. I am not so foolish and weak..." Trunks
never got to finish the thought as Vegeta was on him in an instant. The King slammed his fist
into the Prince's stomach causing him to double over.

Vegeta grabbed Trunks around the throat and held him up off the ground, slowly closing off
his wind pipe. "You will see boy, the error of your foolish ways, just as I did. That misfit bitch
will be your falling and your empire. Those who oppose her will take her out. Just like they did
your mother. And you will be left with nothing. I should do you the favor of taking her out now."

Vegeta tossed Trunks aside, his body slamming against the wall. He sneered in disgust at the
pathetic thing he managed to sire. Trunks shook his head and fixed his father with a deadly
glare. "Just try something and see what happens."

Vegeta smirked evilly at the boy. "You can't watch her all the time." With that he left the room.

Trunks sat on the floor still a little dazed. He cursed himself for not seeing the punch coming.
Then his father's words registered in his mind. æCan't watch her all the time.'

"Oh no Pan!" He didn't even know where she would be right now. What if his father tried
something and he wasn't there to protect her? How could he be so stupid! jum jumped up
and went to her room, all the while saying how he'd never forgive himself if anything happened
to her.

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Bra deposited Pan's body in the nearest regen tank and watched the fluids surround her. She
shook her head. She really shouldn't have beaten Pan so badly. She was just so frustrated
with everything. Oh well, in a few hours she would be fine and stronger and that would make
her happy. Bra winced as her broken arm bumped against something. Pan sure did give it as
good as she got it and Bra was happy about that. She could count on a honest to good fight
with her.

Bra screamed as she was knocked to the floor by a flash of bright light and strong wind. She
moaned as her head bounced off the floor, then laid still. Bra had not the energy to get up and
beat to death whatever had just knocked her over. She opened her eyes to see a worried
Trunks hovering over Pan's tank. She growled.

"Damnit Trunks, why don't you watch were you're going."

Trunks looked down at the floor seeing his sister for the first time. He left Pan's side to help
her up. "What happened?" He cried seeing the beaten state his sister was in. It was a wonder
she was still conscience.

"What do you mean æwhat happened'? Pan and I were sparing and we beat the shit out of
each other." Bra replied angrily. "What the hell has you so worked up that you'd come flying in
here like hell was on your heels."

Trunks was already preparing a tank for his sister as he spoke. "I told father about our
engagement and he threatened Pan. When I saw her in there I thought the worst."

Bra rolled her eyes but said nothing. She let Trunks help her undress and into the tank. She sat
down and fastened the breathing mask over her face. She sighed as the cool liquid filled the
tank, relaxing her muscles and gently lulling her to sleep.

Trunks watched his sisters unconscience body float in the tank. Her blue-green hair blending
in with the healing liquids. He took in the curves of her body. She had turned out beautiful, just
like he remember their mother. Trunks whole-heartedly agreed with his father on keeping his
sister locked down. She would turn the world upside down if she was aloud to roam free. She
was too spirited and curios to handle the body she had been given. Her naivete would wind
her up with many men and many broken hearts. Trunks would have no problem taking out his
entire army for the wrong look or comment directed towards his sister. He could live without
that hassle. He had to agree with his father on this one. Better to just marry Bra off to
someone than give her a choice she couldn't handle.

He turned his gaze to Pan in the tank next er. er. While Pan's body wasn't as curvy or as full
as Bra's was she was still beautiful. Pan's sleek trim figure spoke of hours of hard work and
power. It was the opposite to what he usually went for and he liked it. Nothing could give him
more pleasure than that body.

Trunks had had many other women before Pan. Ambassadors and dignitaries from new allied
planet always brought in their young, innocent daughters. And Trunks had been much obliged
to show them what a treaty with the Sayian Empire truly meant He had loved that life, seeing
no reason to find a mate when pretty young things came to him almost every night.

He had never even thought twice about Pan like that. She had always been a little sister like
Bra. But now here he was, soon to be mated to her. He had not had another women in almost
two years. It was strange. He couldn't exactly say what had happened to change his mind,
although he would never forget the day it did...

He had been bored, just wondering aimlessly around the palace. He decided to go find his
sister and pick a fight since she seemed to be in that mood lately. He went to her training room
but had only found Pan. She was working out like the end was tomorrow. Trunks had made
some nasty comment about her form or something when she turned on him.

That was when it happened. The entire world ceased to exist except the two of them. He got
swallowed up in her forever brown eyes. Eyes that at the time were filled with murderous
rage. It had done something to him. Turned him on like he had never been before. He had
been so lost in that look that he never saw the fist flying at him until is struck him in the face.
They had fought like never before. Neither holding back anything. And Pan had almost beat
him. But he could never had let that happen and just short of turning SuperSayian, he won.

He remembered seeing her beaten, bloody body laying a few feet away from where he had
collapsed and could not remember ever wanting someone as bad as he had wanted Pan right
then. He dragged his own beaten body over to her and kissed her. And she kissed him back.
He had taken her right there in the training room. It had been her first time but he had not been
gentle, had not held any of his power back. He had been too consumed with his own needs.

Her body had reacted to even the slightest of his touches, and his to hers. It had been the
most passionate thing he had ever shared with anyone. And Pan had loved it. She had taken
everything he had given that night and gave it back. She had pushed him over the edge so
many times that at one point he thought he would never return.

He had still been dazed by it all when he dropped her sleeping form off in her room. He
avoided her like death after that. Having been a little bit more than disgusted with himself for
using her like he did. Only damnation could come from something like what they had shared.
He had thrown himself into his training trying to purge his mind of the image of her thrashing
beneath him. Or her sweet voice screaming out his name.

Pan had stayed away too, seeming to understand that Trunks needed his space. Or maybe
she had needed space too? It hadn't lasted for long though. A month, maybe two before she
came to him. He had tried to push her away but she wasn't having any of it. She came to him
almost every night after that. Shattering his self control and showing him how much he needed
her. It was true. He had no control where Pan was involved. She had proved that so many
times those first couple of months. He had never been able to refuse her and worst of all, she
knew it.



Bra woke up to the sounds of the tank slowly draining. When it reached her hips she pulled
off the mask and stretched a little. When the last of the water drained out the door popped
open. Bra stepped out into the cold room and looked around. Pan was still in the tank and her
brother had fallen asleep in a nearby chair. She reached to the side of the tank and grabbed a
fluffy royal blue towel and wrapped it around herself. She then walked over to Pan's tank to
check on her.

"It's so much faster to ki dry." Came a sleep filled voice from behind her. Bra shrugged her shoulders.

"It makes my hair fizzy." She answered the question simply. "Now, do you mind explaining in
full what got you so worked up earlier?" She asked as she turned around and fixed her
brother with a cool gaze.

Trunks stretched and yawed. "I told you. Dad was not the least bit happy about Pan and I
and threatened to kill her. I couldn't find her anywhere. This was the last place I looked and
kinda freaked when I saw her so beat up." He gave Bra a sheepish grin and she rolled her eyes.

"You mind telling me why you beat the crap out of my mate so bad?"

"I told you. We were sparing. Sometimes it just gets out of hand."

"I'll say. It looks like after I get through sparing with dad when he has a bad day. Damn Bra!
She has almost another two hours in there!" Trunks exclaimed as he checked the machine.
"What the hell has gotten into you lately?"

"Nothing has gotten into me. And that's precisely the problem!" Bra all but yelled. Trunks was
a little taken back by her admission. He frowned. He did not like that one bit.

"You don't know what you're talking about Bra." Trunks said lowly. "You don't need to get
yourself into that kind of shit."

"Oh listen to you." Bra spat. "Its not even completely about that. Dad won't let me do
anything! I'm 18! I can take care of myself. I'm not some weakling cub! Damnit! I just want to
experience life outside these walls. I've never even been off planet!"

"Look Bra, you're not missing anything. Dad just has your safety in mind. When father finds
you a mate you'll be able to do whatever you want."

Bra looked at her brother in complete shock. "How can you side with him?"

"I just agree that you should not go off unattended. We still may have enemies and they would
do..." Bra angrily cut him off.

"You know what Trunks? You can fuck the enemy! One of these days you'll have to see that
I've grown up. I'm not just your weak kid sister anymore and I can make my own decisions
and fend for myself!" Bra screamed and stormed off.

Trunks sighed and sat down to wait for Pan. He said a silent prayer to the gods that he never
has a daughter.

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Bra was furious. To think that her own brother thought that way was just too much. They
couldn't keep her locked away forever. Someday her warrior would come for her and she'd
be whisked away to live happily ever after. Bra made a face at that thought. Stuff like that
didn't happen in real life. She walked at a leisurely pace back to her rooms, clad only in a
towel, thinking over the woes of her life. She stopped when she felt something was out of
place. She looked around and spotted a young guard not too far away from her, openly gawking.

She smirked an evil little smirk, much like her father, and decided to have some fun. She put a
little extra sway in her hips and sauntered on over to him. The guard dared to watch her for a
moment longer then dropped his eyes to the floor, face becoming flushed.

"What are you doing in the private sector? You should know this area is off limits to soliders"
Bra said iseduseductive voice as she stepped close enough for him to feel her breath on his
check. The guard turned a darker shade of red and failed to come up with an immediate response.

"I-I-I-ah-got lost. Another solider seems to have given me wrong directions." He finally
managed to stammer out. æWhy is the princess standing so close to me?', he thought frantically.

"Oh? And where, then, are you suppose to be?" Bra was enjoying torturing this unfortunate
guard. He was practically trembling. She knew it was because of her close proximity and what
little she had on.

"I am suppose to be reporting for royal guard training today. It is only my second day and I
got lost." The guard'ss wes were glued to the water that clung to the skin on one of her arms.
He tried his damnest to stare at the floor, but it was near impossible. He knew if he was found
he would be killed.

"Huumm..." Bra hummed, her face scrunched up as if in thought. A perfectly evil thought
popped into her head and she decided to have some fun.

"Well then, I suppose I will have to show there myself, ne?" She said in almost a whisper.

The guard felt a little relieved hearing that. He wanted to get out of there as quick as he could.
Dying his second day on the job was not appealing. Bra studied the guard's cute face before
her. He looked to be relieved to hear that she would show him out, but that wasn't what she
had entirely planned.

"Follow me to my chamber so that I may put on something a little more decent, then I will
escort you to were you need to be." She said in a superior tone as she began to walk away.

The guard stood there stunned. He could not go back to the Princess' chamber. Up until now
he had entertained the idea that if he was discovered he would be spared. But if he went back
to the Princess' room he'd be killed no questions asked. PrincBra Bra was forbidden fruit and
it was a crime to even look at her.

Bra stopped when she realized that he was not behind her. She turned around with an
annoyed look on her face. "Well, do you want my help or not?"

"Ah, yes of course your highness! But, do you not think it would be easier to just give me directions?"

Bra laughed. He was scared and he had every reason to be. But, Bra was not planning on
getting caught. The thrill of it all turned her on and she became impatient to get to her rooms.

"You seemed incapable of following directions before, I do not want to have you end up some
place worse." Bra said smoothly. "Come. It is an order."

The guard complied, though he could not think of a worse place than where he was at right
now. He followed behind the Princess trying hard not to stare at her shapely legs or her round
little rear. Bra stopped at com. post and called to her guards. She ordered them to run a
warm bubble bath and have fresh fruit set out, then take leave for the rest of the day.
Everything was set. Now all she had to do was get to her rooms without anyone noticing her guest.

"Talk boy." Bra said again in the superior tone. "I do not like the silence."

"Ah, well, my n-name is Zen, 17, first class solider. Son of..." Bra tuned him out. She didn't
really care, though it was nice to know his name and rank. Bra turned hea head to look at him.
She saw his eyes quickly leave her butt as he stammered to come up with more to talk about.
She smirked. She liked him already. He was tall with broad shoulder. He had a cute round
little face, that was right now scrunched in concentration, making him look like a little boy. He
had short black hair with a braid in the back. æNot bad at all' she thought as they reached her
rooms.

Bra opened the door and stepped inside making sure her hips swayed suggestively. Zen stood
outside the door, looking in with a look of complete terror. æI should not be here, I should
not be here. Why me? Why me?' The thoughts ran through his head as he looked up and
down the hall to see if anyone was coming to his rescue. He looked over at the Princess to
see one eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

"Perhaps it is better that I wait out here. Your guards seem to have taken leave.." He tried
once more.

"No that will not be necessary. I will have more use for you in here."

Zen groaned. It wasn't that he wasn't interest. A man would have to be a fool to say no to that
kind of invitation. But at the same time be a fool to accept it. The Princess was to be touched
by no man, except the mate King Vegeta choose. And as far as he knew that man was not
him. He should refuse. Take off running, find his own damn way out. He knew though that the
Princess would most likely kill him if he refused and if he accepted the King would kill him

æDamned if you do, damned if you don't.' His mind singsonged to him. At least if he had to
die today he could go down in history as the first man to touch the Princess. He stepped into
the doorway and looked at her. She gave him a sultry look over her shoulder, that seemed to
promise of things to come. æKami! There should be rule over things so beautiful and too sexy
for their own good. This will not be so bad. Well worth it actually. Damned if you do, damn if
you don't.' He thought as he fully stepped into the room. The door gave a silent swoosh
closed and it seemed to hold so much finality in it that it sent a shudder down his spine.

The room he was in was huge. Much larger than his own home. There were comfy looking
cushions and pillow thrown everywhere. It was lavishly decorated with gold and silver and all
kinds of shiny precious metals. On the other side of the room were huge windows that looked
down on the garden. The heavy velvet curtains were pulled back, letting the sun shine through.
He looked in the direction the Princess had gone and found her in her sleeping quarters. The
rooms had no doors, just large doorways covered in fresh flowers. That was what the entire
room smelled like: fresh flowers.

Zen stifled a groan as he caught the Princess slide the towel dangerously low on her back. She
looked at him over her shoulder again, a teasing little smirk on her face. She told him to make
himself comfortable and have some of the fruit on the table. Zen almost gasped. Fruit was very
rare on Vegetsei. It did not grow naturally. It had been something the Queen had brought with
her. It had an almost aphrodisiac quality to it. It was only served to the masses on special
occasions. Zen sat down and shoved some fruit into his mouth as the Princess went into the
bathroom.

æThis should help me relax.' he thought as he ate it. He ponder what his death was going to
be like. æHopefully, they will kill me quickly and not torture me.'

Bra slide into the warm bubble bath. It felt so good on her tired, tense body. She poured
herself a glass of the wine she so adored and sat back in the oversized tub. After about ten
minutes she frowned. Everything was going just how she had planned...except Zen was not in
here. She didn't expect him to just come waltzing into the room uninvited, but was at a lose on
how to get him in there. She thought for a few more moments then a brilliant idea came to mind.

æBra, you are such a genius!' She congratulated herself. "Oh Zen," She called out in a
singsong voice. She heard movement coming from the next room and smiled imagining the
look on his face.

"Yes, my Princess" Zen called out from the other room. This pissed Bra off.

"Do not talk to me from the other room. Come when you are called boy." She said angrily.

Zen ran hastily into the room and his eyes were assaulted by a pure vision of beauty. There
she sat, naked in that bubble bath, the bubbles hiding her body from view, but it was enough
to imagine. She seemed to be curled up in there. Knees slightly poking out of the water, the
bubbly water gently lapping at the tops of two creamy breast. Her blue tail was slung over the
side of the tub, the tip curling ever so slightly.

"Y-y-yes, your hi-highness. What may I do for you?" Zen stuttered out, quickly casting eyes
to the floor.

Bra smirked and swam forward a little, bringing herself closer to the warrior. "I am very tense
after my spar. I require a back rub." She said playfully.

Zen's eyes wid. &a. æOh..my...gods', It was taking every ounce of his control to not just take
the girl right then and there. As if just looking upon her gorgeous body was not enough, now
he had to touch it?! Zen sat down on the floor behind her and reached out and touched her back.

Bra had been waiting for this. For a man to touch her, desire her. She was almost shaking in
anticipation. And then he touched her...with his gloves on. Bra growled, not pleased.

"You baka. Not with your gloves on!" She yelled frustrated.

Zen jumped, she was a tough one to please. He quickly removed his gloves and began to rub
her back. Bra moaned as his big hands caressed her back, working the muscles relaxed. It
was one of the best feelings she had ever felt. She sipped her wine and moaned some more.
æGods...why haven't I ever had someone do this for me before?'

Zen was tense and sweating. She was moaning like crazy and it was about to drive him mad
with desire. He stopped momentarily while she poured herself more wine. To his great
surprise she offered it to him.

"Thought you might be thirsty." She said casually. Zen gratefully took the glass from her and
gulped it down. The wine was sweet, like nothing he had had before. Bra took the glass back,
finding it empty and giggled. She poured herself another and sighed as his hands continued to
work her back.

After a few more minutes Bra felt she needed something more. She topped the glass of wine
off and turned around holding it out to him. Zen was surprised by her sudden movement and
cautiously took the offered glass from her. She watched him for a minute as he slowly sipped
the wine this time. He was watching her too.

"Join me", she said seductively. "You cannot give a good massage from up there when I am in here."

Zen was shocked, but complied. He had long ago decided to give up on getting himself out of
this mess and just go along for the ride. He downed the rest of the contents in the glass and
stripped while her back was turned. He slid into the water behind her and awaited her next command.

Bra was more than a little disappointed at not getting to see the young man strip. æOh well...'
she thought as she slide back against him. She nearly jumped out of the water when she felt his
hard manhood press into her back. Zen jumped too. He did not want to upset the Princess in
any way, for the fear of what she could have done to him. He started to climb out of the
water, thinking he upset her in someway, when her hand on his arm stopped him. He turned to
see the Princess smiling widely, barely containing a fit of giggles. Her large blue eyes were
shining with mischief. She didn't seem upset at all so Zen tried his hand at a joke.

"It does that to a lot of people" he said grinning. He was mentally kicking himself. It sounded
so much funnier in his head! To his supreme relief she started laughing.

Zen relaxed some and laughed with her, glad she wasn't mad at his pour attempt at humor Bra
was laughing at herself. She hadn't meant to jump, she just hadn't expected it to be there...like
that. She must have scared him half to death with the way he reacted. Then the stupid joke he
just made, made her feel better about the situation.

Zen decided to take matters into his own hands and gently pulled Bra back against his body.
He had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning as her hips slid inside his thighs. It was taking
all his control not to just take her. Control and the knowledge of what could happen if he took
the Princess without even her permission. At fate worse than death he supposed. She seemed
to have tensed with his bold action and he began to rub her shoulders again hoping to get her
to relax.

Bra tensed as Zen pulled her back against him and began to rub her shoulders. She was
starting to think that maybe she was losing control over the situation and she didn't like that
thought. It scared her. She didn't know this man that she had dragged into her bathtub. So
what if she was his Princess. What if he was an enemy and this had all been set up? He could
kill her now, she was vulnerable. She took a big drink of her wine trying to relax. She was in
control. She was not vulnerable. She was a Vegeta, she could handle one little first class
warrior. She was not a kid anymore and didn't need Trunks or her father for protection.

She concentrated on the relaxing feel of his hands on her back. She moaned as he found a
tight knot of muscle and began to work it out. Zen could feel his Princess relaxing again and
decided to let his hands roam a little. He brought one of his hands slowly into the water and
caressed her side. To his surprise she giggled. He tried it again and she laughed out right.

"So, the little Princess is ticklish, ne?" He said playfully in her ear as he attacked both side at once.

Bra was thrashing about trying to escape the hands assaulting her, laughing all the while. Zen
was laughing too, enjoying the sounds of her laughter and knowing he caused it. He let up and
Bra sank against him exhausted, still giggling.

"Oh, you will pay for that one, Warrior Zen. You'll pay dearly." She threatened between
giggles. Zen smirked and began again with his caresses.

Bra laid her head on Zen's wide, muscular chest still trying to catch her breath from her
laughing fit. His hands were caressing her now and it didn't tickle any more. One hand was
stroking her stomach while the other caressed the top of her thigh. Bra sighed, she liked this
boy. He was being so gentle, going so slow, not wanting to upset her. She sucked in a breath
as the hand on her stomach slowly made it's way up to her breast. His thumb gently stroked
the tender underside of the mound. Bra moaned loudly, arching her back a little as he gave it a
gentle squeeze.

The sensations were all so new and profound. Every little touch of his hand on her body
burned and sent pleasant tingles throughout her. Seeing how she liked that, he used both
hands to play with the soft, firm mounds. She arched her back hard against him, tossing her
head back on his shoulder, mog oug out her pleasure. Zen growled. This was a testament to
his self control. Any lesser man would have tossed this inexperienced girl onto the floor and
taken her. He thought she might climax right then. A smug smile played on the warrior's face.
The knowledge that he was the first to ever make her feel these things was priceless. He
lowered his hands from her breast, not wanting her to go there yet. She let out a disappointed
sounding noise.

"Was that to your liking, your Highness?" Bra nodded her head wordlessly, her body still
flooded with the earlier sensations. "I could give you so much more, if you would like." Again
Bra nodded. Yes she wanted more of that. Needed some more of what he was offering.

Bra stretched out like a cat against him as both of his hand ran up and down her body. They
would stop at her breast and tease the nipples there, then continue on their way. She felt Zen's
tail begin to caress the top of her thigh. She grinned as a wicked idea cam to mind. Why
should she have all the fun? She may not know how to please a, bu, but she did know what
stoking one's tail could do. She reached down and grabbed the fury appendage and was
delighted to hear Zen's gasp. She started stroking the fur this way and that way, finally earning
a long loud groan from the man behind her.

Zen had stopped all movement the moment she had grabbed his tail. He couldn't hold back
the moans that escaped from his throat, as her small hands worked his tail over. It took a full
minute before he got over the initial shock. He sat Bra up against him and began in earnest his
caresses. He worked his way to the sweet center between her legs and slowly began to rub
her.

Bra almost screamed at the feeling of his figure rubbing so gently between her legs. She
bucked her hips towards his hand, urging him to keep going...to do more. He complied by
plunging a finger inside her. Bra did scream at that. It was almost too much. She rocked her
hip against his in time with his hand. Zen brought his mouth to her neck and began to kiss and
nip at it. She was in a sensory overload and was quickly losing control.

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King Vegeta walked out of the meeting room in an even worse mood than he walked in there
with. There had been reports of conspiracy to rebel in a solar system close by. It was not
something he had wanted to hear and had killed the poor bastard who had the misfortune to
bring him the news. He did not want to deal with rebels right now. He had decided to go and
find his son and make him take care of the matter. It would get him off the planet and out of
his hair for a while.

Vegeta walked out to the royal training grounds were his son was suppose to be supervising
his army to find him no where in sight. He growled in frustration. His son was completely
incompetent. He was just about to turn around and return to the palace when some
commotion caught his eye. Kiao, commander of the guards, seemed about two seconds away
from beating the life out of one of his men. This perked his interest considering Kiao was
usually very well composed. He flew over to the two to what had pissed him off so much.

"Commander, what is the meaning of all this disorder." Vegeta barked out, startling the two.

Kiao never took his eyes off the man he held by his neck as he replied. "Your Highness, one
of the new guards is missing and I believe this sorry excuse for a Sayian knows where he is.
Although right now he can't seem to remember."

The King raised an eyebrow at the warrior in question. "And why would he know, out of all
these guards?"

"Sire, I was taking role when I noticed the boy missing. This piece of shit found something
funny about that. I think he knows somet."
."

Vegeta nodded his head and Kiao set the guard on his feet. "I suggest you start talking if you
value your tail." He threatened the already frightened guard.

"Y-yes sire. The boy Zen asked for directions to the training grounds earlier and so I gave
them to him."

"Hump. And were exactly did those directions lead him?" Vegeta asked not buying the simple
reply. The guard broke out into a cold sweat. This was not going as it should have. It was
suppose to be a joke to get the kid in trouble, not him. æWhy couldn't I have kept my big
mouth shut?' He silently berated himself. The King was waiting for an answer and he knew it
would be of no use to try and lie to him.

"I sent him in the direction of the private sector. It was only a joke though..." He was cut off
by a swift kick from Kiao.

Now Vegeta was really upset. An uneasiness settled over him at the thought of a guard in the
private halls. And the fact that he hadn't seen his daughter all day. His stomach clenched with
the thought. He decided to take it out on this guard. "Hang him up by his ankles until this
missing guard is found. I will decide then what to do with him. No one is allowed in the private
sector of the palace. No one!" He turned his cold eyes on the guard. "If everything is not how
it should be, you will pay the ultimate price." He turned back to Kiao, "Have the rest of these
men search the palace. I will loor thr the brat myself in my halls. If the fool has any brains he
would realize where he was and leave immediately."

Vegeta turned and headed back into the palace at full speed. He could only imagine what the
Princess would do if she found a man in the private halls. He only hoped Trunks was there to
keep her safe from the horny bastard.

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Bra's body was reaching for something but she didn't know what. She had never imagined that
something could feel so incredibly good. She tried to listen to the sweet words Zen was
whispering in her ear, but she just couldn't concentrate. His hands were doing such things...she
groaned as his hand found a pleasure spot.

Zen was working like mad to pleasure his princess. He wanted nothing more than to fill her up
with him, but wanted to make her cum first. He had never done so with any of the other
women he had been with, but then again this was the Princess and he had to make sure she
was fulfilled before he took his own pleasure.

"...can give you so much more. This is just the tip of the iceberg..." He whispered huskily in
her ear, promising of things to come. He was holding her against him now, trying to keep her
inexperienced body under control and ease himself at the same time. He became excited as he
felt her drawing closer to the edge. æSoon it'll be time to have some real fun...'

*************************

Vegeta had been searching the halls for about 20 minutes now. With every passing second he
became more and more uneasy. He couldn't find Trunks either. There had been no word from
the other guards that the wayward solider had been found. He turned the corner of the last hall
that housed Bra and Pan and saw his son coming from the other direction carrying a sleeping
Pan in his arms. Vegeta growled, Bra was not with them.

"Hey, old man!" Trunks said good naturedly, hoping his father wasn't in a bad mood anymore.
"What are you doing down here?"

"Have you seen Bra?" Vegeta asked ignoring the comment.

Trunks looked a little confused. His father seemed really pissed off, more so than usual. æI
wonder what Bra did this time?' he mused to himself. "Not since she left the med room a little
over an hour ago. She's probably in her room."

Vegeta gave an irritated look as his com. link went off. None of the others have found him yet.
Trunks looked in interest at his father. He was curious to know what was going on. He didn't
have to wait long as his father told him.

"There is a guard missing, last seen here in the private sector and he hasn't been found.
Neither has your sister."

Trunks paled remembering the conversation he had earlier with her. æWhat if she found this
guard? What if he was hurting her now?' Trunks ki rose causing Pan to stir in his arms. "Have
you checked her rooms yet?" He asked not bothering to hide his concern. Vegeta shook his
head no.

"Then let me put Pan down and I'll go with you." Trunks said as he started walking to Pan's
door. Vegeta walked the rest of the way down to Bra's door and waited for Trunks. He was
gful ful to run into the boy. He did not want to go in there and discover his worst nightmares
alone. He had no idea how he would react. He knew the guard had to be in there. He was no
place else in the palace. If he went in there alone, he could end up killing Bra too.

A sound from inside the room caught his attention. It almost sounded like a moan. Vegeta
tried to control his anger but he heard it again and again, along with a distinctly male sounding
voice. He grit his teeth togther and opened the door just as Trunks made it back to his side.

Their ears were assaulted with sounds that neither thought should be coming from there as
they stepped into the room. They followed the sickening noises into the bathing chamber and
froze at the sight before them. There was the missing guard alright, in the bathtub with the
Princess, his hand in places they had no business being.

Trunks stood frozen to the spot as he tried to comprehend the scene before him. His mind
drawing up blank as he saw the look of ecstasy on his sister's face. He could hear the guard
whispering seductive promises in her ear. He knew his father must being going through the
same shock as he because he had made no move yet. Trunks wanted to move, wanted to
stop that filthy solider from defiling his innocent sister, but he just couldn't.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that neither noticed the two of them standing
there. At that moment Bra could have cared less as the world came crashing down around
her. The pleasant pressure that had been building inside her body had finally exploded. She
tossed her head back and screamed out for the world to hear.

She barely had the chance to come back to herself when the warm body that had been behind
her disappeared. Confused, she turned around and screamed again as she saw her brother
pounding mercilessly on Zen. She jumped out of the water intent on stopping him when two
arms roughly grabbed her around her waist. Shocked, she screamed again and turned around
to face her assailant only to meet the cold, hard eyes of her father.

"NOOOOO!" She screamed again, trying in vain to free herself from her father's iron grip.
Zen didn't even have a chance of defending himself from the enraged SuperSayian. She
screamed at her brother to stop, but he seemed complete lost to everything except for what
he was beating. She was crying and screaming uncontrollably as she was forced to watch Zen
get the life beat out of him

"Trunks?" a small confused sounding voice came from behind them. Trunks immediately
stopped his pounding at the sound of Pan's voice. He looked up to see her terror filled eyes
and hear his sister's pleading cries. He stood coming back to himself and dropping out of
SuperSayian. His anger slowly diminished as he saw his sister break away from their father
and run to the warrior.

Bra knelt down at Zen's side, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, no..." she whispered as she
took in his beaten body. "No, Zen. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...I didn't know..." But she
had known just as he did what the price would be for what they had done.

Zen somehow managed to crack an eye open to look at her beautiful, tear stained face. æShe
is crying for me...' the thought floated through his barely conscience mind.
"So...so-sorry...Princess." He took in a racking breath. Every part of his body was in the most
pain he had ever felt.

Tears ran unchecked down her face as she heard his apology. "No, Zen...I'm sorry...please! It
shouldn't have happened like this!"

Zen managed a little smile for her. "I...knew...the consequences....would do it again....just to
see your...face..."

Bra never got to hear the rest of it as she was tossed back by the force of an explosion. She
looked to where Zen's body once laid, now there were only ashes. She looked up to see her
father's hand still out stretched. She screamed on last heart breaking scream and broke down
on the floor sobbing.

"Baka" Vegeta muttered in disgust. He had been completely disgusted by the whole scene. He
too, had been frozen in place by what he had seen. Nothing could have prepared him for
seeing his daughter like that. He looked at her now and made a disgusted face. She was on
the floor bawling like an infant over that insolent little fuck.

"Pathetic weakling." He said speaking of his daughter now. He turned on heel and headed for
the door. He shot his son a look of cold contempt. æWhat had he done to deserve such weak
offspring? Must come from their mother... No!' His mind screamed violently at him æI will not
think about her or what she would have done or said. She is not here, has not been here.'

King Vegeta stopped at the door where Kiao had been standing for some time. "I want you to
make sure that the people know about this. That they know it will not be tolerated to touch
the Princess and the price is death. I want you to make sure there is no next time." he said in a
deadly low voice that conveyed barely checked rage.


wil will be done your Highness." With that Kiao took his leave. Vegeta left too, going to the
training room to work off his frustration before he killed more people.

Trunks looked at his sister crying naked on the floor. He felt sorry for her, but she knew
better. He certainly didn't feel sorry for the creep that had been killed. It had been barely a full
minute from when he entered the room to when he attacked, but it felt like an eternity. In his
opnion he got off too easy for what he had done. Trunks walked over to his sister and laid a
comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

Bra smacked his hand away from her and glared daggers at him. "What do you think Trunks?
He did not deserve that. Get away from me."

Trunks frowned. Of course he deserved that. No one touched his little sister. Didn't she
understand he was only protecting her? "Sis,"

"You are no brother of mine." Bra said coldly. "Get out of my room."

Trunks stepped back hurt. He turned to Pan for help, but saw that she too was looking angrily
at him. He sighed in defeat and left.

As soon as Trunks was gone Pan ran to Bra's side. She grabbed a robe a threw it around her
shoulders and hugged her tightly, trying to stop Bra's body from shaking.

Bra looked up at Pan, her tears slowly running out. "He didn't deserve that Pan. He was only
doing what I asked him to do. He was so sweet. He shouldn't have died like that."

Pan sighed and stroked Bra's head. She didn't know what to say. She really had no idea what
had gone on. She had woken to Bra's frantic screams and came in to see Trunks beating
someone to death.

Bra sniffed and forced a small, sad smile on her face. nks nks Pan, but I think I'd like to be
alone right now. You should go find my brother. I said some harsh things to him and he is
probably upset. I know that he was just reacting, but it doesn't excuse him." She stood and
went to lay down on her bed, curling into a fetal position.

Pan sighed again, but left as she asked her too. She did not however go find Trunks. After
seeing him like that she had no desire to talk to him. Instead she went into her room to finish
her nap, hoping Bra would be better in a couple of hours, but knowing she would not be.

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