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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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Lots of changes and added content in this chapter. Hope to get the next chapter out soon.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star
Chapter Three: Escape
     Pan was led away from Taki, and placed in a long line of female saiyajins, presumably, all captured during last night's hunt. They were taken down a lengthy labyrinth of corridors. Until the guard paused at one of the many identical doors and rapidly typed a sequence of numbers into the keypad. The metallic door slid open revealing a small empty training room. The group was ushered inside and he repeated the keypad sequence sealing the door behind them.
     One by one, their ki suppressors were removed, and their fighting skills were tested. Pan waited impatiently for her turn, observing the women before her, it soon became obvious how they were captured. They were pitiful, no one could possibly want a mate THAT weak, and for another matter who would even want them as slaves? Pan continued to regard the pathetic scene before her with scant interest.
     First, the young saiyajin in charge of the line removed their ki suppressor. Next, the women met with a bulky bald saiyajin who checked their power level with a scouter. This was followed by a short sparring session with a burly saiyajin to assess their overall combat prowess. Finally, each participant was sent to a frail looking elderly guard who stamped a colored dot on the back of their right hand indicating which level of the auction they would be in. He gave another stamp on their left which was an approximate of their coin value based on their combined power level, fighting skills and physical attributes. Coin value would determine the auction’s order with less valuable slaves being auctioned first and higher valued slaves being saved for later on.
     Soon enough it was her turn. The young saiyajin guard glanced down at the form she had filled out earlier. "Pan.... power level 10,000,000?" He eyed the tiny young girl before him skeptically, her head barely reached his chest, she was ridiculous puny even for a female. He grinned mockingly, while removing her ki suppressor.
     "Well I hope you ain't bluffing too much, because you're in way over your head." Pan smiled back confidently, while moving away from the young guard and towards the bald saiyajin who had stepped back to adjust his scouter. She crouched into stance, and raised her ki to 10,000. The guard with the scouter was not impressed. He yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth, his boredom clearly evident. Annoyed, Pan bumped it up a notch, her ki climbing to 1,000,000. The guard's eyes widened slightly visibly shocked at the reading displayed on his scouter. He scribbled down the reading. Noting while it was far superior to the other girls, it was still only a fraction of the 10,000,000 she had listed on her form. He all but pushed Pan to the next guard suddenly keen to watch the small girl spar.
     The burly saiyajin stood in place with his arms crossed expectantly. He was radiating self assurance. Pan eyed the defenseless saiyajin before her curiously as she moved into sparring stance. He made no move to follow suit, further baffling the girl before him. After several long seconds he broke the prolonged silence.
     "Come on girl attack me, I don't have all day to kick your ass, there are at least thirty more girls for me to beat today. So, let's not draw this out too much, okay?" Pan smirked at the overconfident burly saiyajin.
     “All right, I'll make this quick for you then," She clenched her hands into fists and her power level skyrocketed far above what the scouter had read only minutes ago. Energy exploded around her, swirling in a violently, throwing the elderly saiyajin and the rest of the defenseless female captives back against the wall. The bald guard's scouter raced upward until it exploded, leaving him stunned speechless. The burly saiyajin stood frozen, his confidence drained as he observed her display of power.
     Pan took her chance, lunging forward she knocked the awestruck guard off his feet, and before he could right himself she rendered him unconscious with a swift strike to the base of the neck.
     Next she shifted her attention to the bald saiyajin. Raining hard blows upon him until he too fell in an unresponsive heap. She then turned her attention to the young guard. His eyes held a sudden interest in the runty girl as he moved forward taking stance to challenge her. Pan moved forward accepting his provocation. Her muscles coiled tight before she sprung into action taking the young male by surprise with her speed. One solid blow to the head and he too dropped like a bag of bricks. She looked down at the lamentable excuse for a guard sprawled across the floor, and let out a disappointed sigh.
     Shaking her head, and forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand. She hastily made her way to the door and mirrored the button sequence the young guard had used, the heavy metal door opened, revealing her path to freedom.
     Instantly she took to the air, flying at high speed down the twisted corridors, searching frantically for an exit. Pan showed little attention to the open path in front of her, her eyes busy scanning the surrounding walls and forked paths for any sign of her liberation from this accursed building. With a tangible hope of escape foremost in her mind, she turned her head left, scanning the next area for potential exits, suddenly slamming violently into something solid.
     Pan skidded backwards, her bottom squeaking across the polished floor. Slowly looking up she focused her vision on the obstacle blocking the path. Her muddled gaze was met by a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at her with clear distaste. An arctic chill swept across her as she peered back at the unfamiliar man blocking her path.
     Quickly, she scrambled to back her feet, and reflexively fell into fighting stance, her eyes glued to the threat before her. The tall muscular man smirked in mild amusement, was it really possible that she didn't know who he was? Entertaining the idea, he followed her lead, waiting impatiently for her first move. She surveyed him carefully, trying to guess the power level and skill of the lavender haired man before her.
     "Trying to guess my power level?" a deep husky voice breathed darkly in her ear. She spun to face the unexpected voice and a heavy fist impacted with her stomach. Pan winced, holding her injured stomach, trying to anticipate her mysterious adversary's next move.
     "You shouldn't turn you back on your opponent, especially when you started the fight" he chided, mockingly toying with her. He circled her calmly, drawing increasingly closer with each step. Pan held her breath, carefully gauging the distance between them. He prepared his second attack, his tight muscles flexing as he readied to spring from his position. But, before he could act, Pan leapt into the air bringing both of her arms down on his back, forcefully hammering him to the ground. In seconds, he was back on his feet, brushing her attack off like nothing.
     "You'll pay for that." he snarled. His cold sneer faltered, as the crippling heat from his loins surged through him again. His taunting ceased abruptly, and his speed drastically increased. Instantly he had the small girl pinned between himself and the wall. Her pure scent filled his nostrils pushing his control to the brink. He reacted to his blood’s call, grinding himself against her struggling form earning the first sweet waves of pleasure he had felt since this ordeal had begun. His tongue slid down her neck tasting her. His teeth ached to taste her blood and feverishly nipped at her throat. He could smell her arousal growing as he dominated her unclaimed body. His tail snaked loose sliding up her thigh and coming to rest at her waist. It rubbed seductively against her’s sending ripples of bliss back to it's owner. A purr rumbled from his throat as his tail stroked her’s, and errotic thoughts filled his mind.
     Pan’s mind was hazy, one moment she seemed evenly matched with the large male before her the next she was trapped and he was grinding against her body. She had to find a way out. She felt his tongue roaming her neck nipping and sucking, pushing her body to respond to his mating call. His tail began its ascent gliding up her thigh, stopping only when it met hers. The sensation of his tail rubbing across her tightly wrapped one brought her closer to the point of no return.
     Resisting his allure and her own instincts, she bit her tongue, using pain to focus her mind. Then she buckled her knees, breaking his loosened hold with the unexpected force of her body weight. She kicked off the wall, propelling herself between the lavender haired man’s legs putting a short distance between her and her attacker.
     He growled low and feral at the loss of contact, she would not escape. He could see her round chocolate eyes frantically searching for an escape route while still trying to keep an eye on his movements. A wasted effort, his long hair rose on end and energy crackled wildly through the air as his power spiked. Keeping it just below super saiyajin level, he indulged himself in a private game of cat and mouse.
     Exhausted, Pan stumbled numbly backwards as the confident fighter continued to shorten distance between them. He was radiating power. Alarmed by his growing ki she withdrew, rapidly losing ground until she felt the cold metal wall behind her. She was trapped. Arrogantly smirking, he continued slowly advancing forward, savoring her fear, and gradually closing the distance between himself and his prey.
     His increased ki enhanced his instincts, making his savage need grow stronger. A low rumbling growl left him as his cold eyes traveled down the small tempting body of the cornered girl. She stood bravely, refusing to cower, even with her scent drenched in fear. Her ragged clothing clung protectively over her heaving chest, barely shielding her ample breasts and their erect nipples from his piercing eyes. He watched the rise and fall of her chest with each petrified breath she drew. He could hear the panicked hammering of her heart, his member pulsed in excitement. He continued his advance, enjoying the power he held.
     Her mind raced, there had to be a way out... He was less than a yard from her now, his fierce lust clouded eyes locked on hers. In one last desperate effort, Pan closed her eyes and began raising her power level higher and higher. She ignored her hunger and exhaustion, soaring past her previous high reaching deep within herself for something she couldn't quite grasp. Her hair flickered between raven and golden rapidly just before her remaining energy fizzled, and she crumbled to the floor. Lavender, was the last thing she recalled before slipping away...
     He stood frozen, watching in astonishment her power level climb before she suddenly collapsed. She'd almost done it, with proper training she could be the first female super saiyajin. He bent down, gently lifting her tiny weight with newfound respect.
      His body responded to her proximity immediately, sending another painful wave of heat to pool in his loins, her innocent scent again wafting under his nose, nearly undoing him. Her head fell against his chest exposing the defenseless juncture of her neck. It called to him, he had bested her, she should be his, his blood sang calling for him to give in and take the girl. She was his to bed. He resisted, he needed to know more about her. Throwing her over his shoulder he removed some of his temptation, then powered down, his long lavender hair falling softly back into place just as Taki arrived with a platoon of guards.
     Taki stepped forward, bowing he placed his fist over his heart before greeting his Prince "Ah, I see you've captured the escapee my Prince."
     "Escapee? She is for the auction then?" Trunks inquired, genuinely baffled as to how any of these low level slavers had caught such a prize.
     "Yes my Prince she is scheduled for the elite auction tomorrow afternoon, but she got away from our guards."
     Wordlessly, he passed the small unconscious female to the closest guard, already missing the warmth of her in his arms and biting his tongue to avoid voicing his annoyance. Her intoxicating scent laced with power was driving his hormones crazy. Jealousy flared bitterly inside him as he saw the girl cradled against the chest of the guard. Never had he felt so envious, it took everything he had to resist killing the guards and taking her this instant. He stifled his urges, not trusting himself to converse further with the girl in the room. He turned abruptly, taking flight and sped back to his quarters in the palace.
     His body begged for release and the perfect outlet literally ran right into him. Her sweet virgin scent still clung to his clothing. Her dark defiant eyes filled with unwavering pride burned in his memory. She was proud, she was strong, and he would have her. No one on Vegeta-sei could stop him.
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Well, chapter three is complete. Let me know if you are enjoying my story. See you for chapter four :)
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