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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Four Chapers done :) Sorry, about the wait, a slightly longer chapter this time, and lots of cultural backstory in this one. I know you probably want more meat (TP), but first I really want to flesh out my view of society on Vegeta-sei. I really want to develop this story's location and cast, not just write a lemon with no content. Such pickiness, I know >.<* Thanks for all of your feedback and support. <3
What has Become of Me...
Storyby: Sohma Star
Chapter Four: Morning
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Pan winced as the bright daylight filtered into her tired eyes. She rolled over, and forced her stiff, bruised body up.
"What happened? Where am I?" her foggy mind attempted to reprocess the day’s events which led to her current situation.
Scanning the room around herself, she took in her surroundings. It was a small room clearly aged and likely used rarely. The walls were mostly white, freckled with rust spots of varying sizes. The freezing metal floor was worn and caked with what looked like years of filth. A thin pile of musty straw lay beneath her partially shielding her near naked body from the floor’s icy temperature, and an ancient bucket was tucked in the corner clearly meant for toiletry use. There was one tiny bubble window with thick bars to her right, it’s high placement on the wall made it impossible to see out from her current location. The bright light illuminating the room came from the lone window, and a heavily rusted metal door sat not far in front of her.
Pan turned to her left noticing a small tray with several fruits and a flask of liquid, which she assumed was water. Her empty stomach loudly voiced it’s complaints as soon as the meager rations were within view. No time was wasted devouring the fruit, it hit her empty stomach not even denting her ravenous appetite. So much of her energy had been depleted between the hunt and her failed escape attempt it would take time and a great deal more nutrients before she felt up to par again. Pan took a large gulp from the flask washing her inadequate meal down, and was pleasantly surprised to find the flask contained warm tea, not water. The soothing liquid coated her parched throat and warmed her belly and too soon the flask lay empty.
Now partially fed, and feeling slightly more alive Pan slid her hands up the primarily smooth surface of the wall behind her. Bracing herself with the wall she slowly managed to stand on her battered, wobbly legs. She straightened her back, removing her hands from the wall, and took two unsteady steps forward. Immediately, dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell back to the floor, nearly losing the freshly acquired contents in her stomach.
Jumbled memories flooded her mind causing her head to throb painfully as it tried to sort them into order. She remembered ... she was caught during the hunt... and tried to escape when they were checking her power level... lavender... something? A chill ran down her spine, not something, someone... with lavender hair? No, that was impossible, all saiyajins had dark hair... Pan shook her head clearing away her muddled thoughts as the loud clang of the rusty door lock sounded, its worn hinges creaking open.
A tall saiyajin man with short fawn colored hair stood in the doorway.Staring at Pan, he contemplated the puny girl slouched on the grungy floor. Pan endeavored to stand once again, only to promptly collapse back to the floor. She cursed her weakness, immediately making a third equally unsuccessful attempt. The man sneered at her pathetic display, and stalked towards her. Bending over, and roughly grabbing ahold of her small body, he slung her over his shoulder like a bag of produce. She wanted to fight this loss of dignity, but her body refused to comply. He turned abruptly, spinning her vision of the room ang exited the room continuing down the hallway.
Pan's throbbing head swam as she tried to take in everything while upside down. The man's steady pace swayed her back, and forth causing her sour stomach to lurch and feel seasick. Just when Pan thought she might lose the miserable contents of her aching belly, they came to a stop in front of a shiny silver door.
The man punched a few numbers on the control pad and the door silently slid open. He walked inside, and dumped Pan onto a heap of pillows in the corner, then turned and walking over to a beautiful delicate looking saiyajin woman. He greeted her with a shy smile, and proceeded to give his report.
"Officer Kivi, reporting as ordered with the slave girl, Pan." The woman smiled gently back at him and nodded before gracefully moving towards Pan. She bent down moving her face close to Pan’s before softly speaking.
"So, you're the little one that gave us so much trouble?" She clamped a thin gold collar around Pan's neck, and adjusted the settings on her control. Standing, she turned back towards Kivi bowing her head slightly.
"Thank you, Kivi. I have everything under control now, you may leave." Kivi nodded in response, glancing one last time at the tiny saiyajin girl. Was she really worth all this fuss? He had heard the rumors of her near escape and alleged power level, but were they really true? Could such a puny girl really hold so much power? He shook his head clearing his thoughts and, exited through the silver door sliding it closed behind him.
The woman brought her attention back to Pan. "My name is Korin, I'm in charge of getting you ready for auction, and since you are a special case... the collar you are wearing will only allow you a power level of ten. Which makes you completely harmless.” She smiled brightly, before continuing with her bubbly chatter.
“I would highly recommend you avoid a second attempt. Since your first near escape everyone in the building has become extremely interested in your abilities.” She was twirling her hair on her finger absently as she babbled away.

"Okay, first off, let's get those wounds healed, no one likes damaged merchandise." Pan tried to stand and met with the same embarrassing result for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Korin stood contemplating the heap in front of her.
“Well, that's no good.” she mused bending over she gently pulled Pan to her feet, bracing her tired body with her own. Another wave of dizziness washed over Pan, the room spun, but Korin kept a firm grip and Pan thankfully stayed upright this time. She slowly led Pan towards a small annex inside the room. Once there, Korin sat her down a wide wooden bench with a high back.
”Alright, now off with those rags.” she spoke suddenly in a commanding voice. Pan looked at her confused by her demand, but began disrobing. She struggled with the knot in her belt and Korin's soft warm hands swiftly replaced hers untying it effortlessly. Pan squirmed uncomfortably in her undergarments awaiting further instructions. Korin noted the pause.
“Come on now, strip! We haven't got all day.” Korin announced her demand again, this time clapping her hands for emphasis. Pan opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Her face flushed as she fumbled to removing her tattered bra and underwear. Now stark naked, she fidgeted uncomfortably, her tail creeping to her front, pitifully trying to conceal her from the stranger's gaze.
Ignoring Pan’s discomfort, Korin nodded in approval, assisting Pan back to her feet and guiding her towards another part of the room. She helped Pan climb into a strange half glass machine and fitted her with a mask.
“Okay, when I close this door this tank with fill with a healing solution. Don't panic, you will be able to breath through the mask. I recommend closing your eyes and getting some rest, you'll probably be in here for at least a few hours.” Pan nodded in response, and Korin smiled warmly back at the young girl. She tapped a few buttons on the control pad and the door lowered sealing Pan inside. A warm bubbly teal solution began to fill the small compartment around Pan, it burned her wounds on contact, but immediately after felt pleasantly soothing. She closed her eyes relaxing as the solution reached her face, welcoming rest in her exhausted state.
Again the scent of lavender invaded her dreams. She couldn't get away from it. The more she ran the stronger it became. Panic invaded her senses, she needed to escape. She felt danger. Her struggles to escape her dream began to show on her vitals and Korin saw her heart rate spike as she struggled inside the regeneration tank.
Pan's erratic movements pulled the mask from her face. Teal fluid surged down her throat into her lungs. She couldn't breath. Her mind was still trapped in the dream. Lavender choked her, cutting off her air flow. She fought to pull air into her needy lungs, but couldn't She heard a faint beeping sound it penetrated her mind pulling her back to reality. Her eyes snapped opened to blurry vision through the teal healing liquid. She pounded on the glass unable to breath or cry out. The beeps became louder as the solution swiftly drained and the glass rose dumping her sputtering naked body onto the cold metal floor. Pan's coughs slowed then ceased. She looked up and saw Korin leaning over her with a worried expression. Slowly she sat up physically feeling much better than she had before the chamber, but emotionally she was a mess. She couldn't remember what happened only the fear and panic that had overcame her.
Korin helped her up and guided her towards a heavy curtain concealing another annex in the room. She pulled back the silky smooth fabric that hung as a door. Warm steam assaulted Pan’s wet naked body as she passed through the curtain. She walked a few steps into the foggy annex stopping in front a steaming pool.
Once Pan was inside, Korin dropped the curtain, allowing the fabric to fall closed behind them. She then made a series of clucking whistling noises, summoning three girls who were sitting on a bench not far from them. They responded quickly, busying themselves with getting Pan ready for her bath.
Pan’s tail shifted nervously as she examined the strange women fussing over her. They definitely were not saiyajins, their flaming orange hair and lack of tails told her that much. What species were they, she wondered. Curious, she looked to Korin, who shook her head sadly with downcast eyes. Pan decided against voicing the question aloud.
Soon, she was happily soaking in the warm steamy water as the three women immersed themselves washing her hair, and scrubbing every inch of her filthy skin. Once finished, they effortlessly lifted her out of the water, and shoved her into the next partition of the annex. An endless barricade of colorful clothing greeted Pan, all made from the finest materials. The women scurried about the rack, bickering in their strange tongue as they set about selecting an outfit for her.
They tossed her some royal blue silky underwear and a matching bra, both trimmed with an excessive amount of lace. Pan eyed them briefly with distaste, before putting them on. Anything was better than being naked.
Next, they found her a long flowing blue gown with a lace up back and low cut front. The sleeves became transparent after the shoulders, and went down to cover about half of her hands. A sash of the transparent fabric was tied around her waist as a makeshift belt. They pulled her half her hair back leaving the rest loose down her back, and pulled some pieces free to frame her face.
Korin entered the room and made a series of disapproving whistles to the alien women. She wanted to present Pan as a warrior, not as a whore. Granted that she would almost certainly become a whore for her new master but, by presenting her as a warrior first, they could capitalize on her unusual ki, driving her monetary value through the roof. The auction would have more than enough cheap whores. She needed to market Pan as is, something rare, something completely different from the other girls.
The women disappeared back into the sea of clothing. This time they returned with royal blue spandex and gleaming white armor. The stretchy suit showed every line of her body and Pan eagerly took the armor plating to hide behind. Her face was flushed scarlet by the time she finished dressing. Korin nodded in approval, the suit defined her curves, clearly showcasing her physical appeal while hiding her flesh from view, temping the buyers with the unknown.
Satisfied with Pan’s appearance Korin’s job was done. She summoned Kivi, and after a brief exchange between then Kivi lead Pan out of Korin chambers and back down the winding hallway to another door. He pulled a rusted key from his belt pouch, jamming it forcefully into the stubborn lock. The old lock reluctantly groaned open with a resounding clank. He advised Pan to up rest until the auction, before ushering her inside the small room.
Once inside, Pan's eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room. An old cot was tucked against the far wall underneath a barred window, the only source of light. A bucket for toiletry use sat in the corner. Besides the addition of the cot, the room was nearly identical to the first room she had woke up in. White walls and a cold metal floor, minus the rust stains this time. Pan's stomach groaned, she turned to ask Kivi about food just as the door slammed shut and the ancient lock clicked shut.
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Trunks woke up with renewed disappointment. He dreamt of her again. Her long black hair wrapped around his fist as he buried himself in her body. She was haunting him, teasing him, her sweet scent still clung to his armor calling to him. The girl he battled in the auction house would not leave his thoughts. She was his, at least his saiyajin genes told him she was. He had no doubt that he would win her in the auction, no one would dare bid their Prince. He would bring her back to this room and bed her, ridding himself of years of pent up desires, but then what? Would she survive? Would he keep her as a slave or mate her?

Bonding is a very complicated thing. In order to complete a bond the male must get the female to submit. Not just physically either, she must submit mentally as well. He then places a claiming mark, a bite wound, on her right collarbone and she reciprocates this mark on her chosen male's right collarbone. If the female doesn't claim the male back the bond is incomplete and can potentially be broken by another stronger male's claim. Not to mention the physical and mental anguish that accompanies an incomplete bond.
His head hurt. The ongoing pain in his lower areas was not helping him think this through. Her defiant eyes flashed in his mind. Could he get her to submit? Would she be willing to be his forever? Not that she had a choice in that mater. He would own her body if nothing else. Other females had practically thrown themselves at his feet, but none had been able to withstand his passion. This girl would be the mother of his children, the next generation of royals that much he was near certain of, but would she spend her years relaxing in luxury or trying to escape him?
Powerful males, elites, were often able to suppress their instincts, bedding multiple females before they choose their mate. Less powerful males however, are instinctively driven to mark the first female they bed during the full moon. This results in many strained relationships. The lower ranking males rarely live with the females they have claimed, only visiting them when they feel the urge to breed. The females sometimes do not even know the name of their mate and report their offspring's father as unknown.
Most saiyajin children are raised in pods until, they are ready to be deployed on missions. This allows female saiyajins to return to battle soon after giving birth, an option few pass on.
An exception on pod rearing is sometimes made for female offspring. Female saiyajins are far less numerous than males and much more valuable. Scientists have been known to sell off females born with higher power levels then, claim the child has had a defect or an accident and died. Knowing this, some saiyajin families choose to raise their female offspring themselves instead of using the pod nursery.
The royal family was another exception to the pod rule. Trunks spent the first two years of his life with his mother. After that his father became the sole caregiver in his life. He occasionally still saw his mother, mostly during public events, but was not allowed any physical contact or prolonged visits. He vaguely remembered the softness of his mother the gentle way she sang to him and carried him. She doted upon her baby boy, and he was happy with her, but his father needed a Saiyajin Prince. His mother's softness was unbecoming for Prince of all Saiyajins. Everything changed after his father took control of his education. He was taught to hide his emotions. He learned strength and pride were the most important aspects of a saiyajin. Never appear weak, never lose, never bend, those were his father's words. He respected his father and wanted to make him proud.
His sister Bulla was another story. After he left his mother to spend his days with father she became depressed. She longed for her child and the bond she shared with his father amplified these feelings annoying him until, he eventually gave in. His father gifted her with another child. This time to their amazement, a princess was born. Bulla was the first royal princess born in over two hundred years.
She however, was not the typical saiyajin princess everyone had wished for. Her coloring matched her mother's which was lovely in it's own unique way, but this was not the coloring of a saiyajin. She lacked a tail, a source of strength for saiyajins, and worse yet her power level was pathetically low. Everything about Bulla screamed alien. Bulma was permitted to keep Bulla and raise her herself. Vegeta tried to train her, show her at least the basics of combat, but she had no knack for it at all. Bulla was a failure as a saiyajin. If they ever found a mate for her it would be a miracle. A saiyajin with enough control that even during a blood heat he could put the female's safety above his own needs simply did not exist.
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