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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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- 5
- 6
Sorry this chapter took so long I've been predisposed. Hope you enjoy it.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star
Chapter Five: Plans
    Taki strode confidently down a long white corridor of the palace lost in thought. He already knew the Prince had taken an interest in the girl, however he wanted to make sure her miserable fate was sealed. After the humiliation she had caused he would leave her no chance of escape. A violent death at the hands of the uncontrollable Saiyajin Prince, he smiled broadly as he imagined her pain and terror before she met her end. How long would she last?
    He reached a huge set of intricately decorated double doors with elite guards posted on either side of them. Introducing himself and passing a letter of counsel to the right hand guard he waited. The guard meticulously examined the letter, before stepping aside swinging the enormous door open without a sound. He then announced Taki’s arrival, his booming voice echoing through the vast throne room.
    “Senior Officer Taki, has arrived to give report on this year's slave hunt!” Taki entered the gigantic throne room with his head high and shoulders back, calmly approaching the throne and kneeling before it with his head down and fist over his heart wordlessly pledging his loyalty to Vegeta, his king.
    "Speak," the King's roughly barked command echoed through the large room making his impatience with the formalities no secret. Taki lifted his head slightly, avoiding eye contact while addressing his king.
    "My King, I'm here to give the report on the slaves captured during this years hunt." the king smirked, but said nothing his dark eyes glowing with keen interest.
    "We captured forty-nine girls this year, their ages range from sixteen to twenty-seven all are set for the auction tomorrow afternoon. Most have displayed the typical lower power levels as expected. Three have shown higher power levels which puts them in the elite auction.
    Of these three, one is particularly promising. She has shown a power level far higher than any other female on record. Because of this, I feel bold enough to suggest she may make a good slave for Prince Trunks. She might even survive his ravenous lust." The king felt doubtful, his black eyes bore into Taki’s daring him to lie. Taki held his gaze, the weight of his power and position pressuring him to avert his eyes. Sweat slid down his brow, the intensity of the confrontation pulling at his instincts begging him to flee.
    Sensing no deceit from the man kneeling before him Vegeta broke his visual hold, curiosity rose within him. Could such a girl really exist? If so his succession problems would be over, and the next generation of his bloodline could soon be on the way.
    "Very well, I shall go see this girl, and if she is what you say, you shall be rewarded. However, if she is not... perhaps drinking my sake from your empty skull, will help to soothe my disappointment.
    Taki swallowed nervously nodding, he knew making a suggestion to the king was a gamble, but he wanted desperately for the girl to pay. Bowing especially low he froze awaiting dismissal. King Vegeta rose from his throne, and strode forward. Smoothly descending the five stairs of the throne platform, he began circling Taki, contemplating aloud as he walked.
    "The last eleven saiyajin slaves I bought my son died within a single night. The pathetic beings couldn’t even survive long enough to couple and relieve my son of his heat. If this one lives for one year I will reward you, and if she bears my boy an heir all your needs and wants will be met until your passing. However, if she does not survive, you will not either. You will suffer public detailment, before receiving a very slow, very painful public death. Now leave my sight!"
    "Thank you, my King, you'll not be displeased." Taki trembled bowing low as fear rose up inside him again walking briskly towards the huge doors. He turned giving one last bow before exiting the throne room cursing under his breath, just what did he get himself into. He wanted her dead, not a member of the royal family. Now she had to survive, or he would not.
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    Pan shifted uncomfortably on the worn cot of her cold metal prison. She had slept a little, but fitful dreams featuring an unknown attacker kept her from truly resting. The auction would be soon... she was physically prepared for it, thanks to Korin and her servants. However, emotionally she was a basket case. She didn't want this, she never wanted this, and she couldn't stop it. Her inner turmoil clawed at her mind dragging it deeper and deeper into depression. If only she didn't have this damn collar then she could escape, or if nothing else take her own life, and save herself from her future of misery. Pan let out a deep sigh, and felt another warm tear slide down her cheek. She scrubbed it away angrily, saiyajin warriors did not cry. The light from the small window gave her an estimate of the current time. It's warm glow had been increasing steadily over the last couple hours bringing her closer to the annual auction time of 1 pm.
    Her stomach rumbled loudly proclaiming it's sorry empty state. She was already painfully aware the last meal she had was over twenty-four hours ago and the amount of energy she had used since then had pushed her to the brink of starvation. She would give anything to be sitting down for dinner with her her mother right now.
    Her mother... she was probably worried. Pan had planned to hide out near her home until the full moon passed, but a young male caught her scent. She had no choice, but to flee. Her hope was to evade her pursuer and circle back towards home unnoticed. She managed to elude the first male, but a second one picked up her trail driving her even further from the safety of home. She outwitted the second one without too much effort, but she was now far from home under the full moon with every unmated male member of saiyajin society. She continued struggling to return home until her misfortune peaked, and she was captured by Taki. She grit her teeth seething. Her wounded pride still burned with the memory. The loud clank of the door's lock echoed through her cell snapping her attention back to the present.
    "This is it," she whispered under her breath deciding to put on a brave front as her saiyajin heritage had taught her. She stood and faced the door readying herself for her new life, whatever it may be. The heavy door slid open, and a dark shadow entered the doorway. His sharply pointed hair and angry scowl gave away his identity long before Pan took in his royal armor. She knelt quickly as he approached her her fist reflexively landing over her heart. He started to circle her looking down at the tiny young saiyajin female before him. Was this a joke? His dark eyes scanned the petite girl. She was painfully puny and frail looking. He almost sighed in disappointment. He wasn't going to learn anything with her kneeling, and wearing that damn ki collar.
    "Stand" his barked command echoed sharply in the dimly lit cell. Pan complied almost instantly standing as tall as she could with her head high and shoulders back. He smirked at her display of pride, reaching forward he grasped the thin collar snapping it in half with two fingers. Pan nearly flinched as the powerful male reached for her unprotected neck, but she managed to curb her fear and hold her ground. She felther ki race back up to it's normal level. Instantly her mind frantically began working on her escape. Her eyes drifted to the door briefly, but Vegeta caught it. He motioned his guards to back up and await him at the doorway. Then, he turned and addressed Pan.
    "Girl, I want you to show me your power level." Pan's angry chocolate eyes burned into his own black depths. He smirked in amusement, the girl was obviously upset over the loss of her escape route. None the less, Pan complied with his order and began raising her power level. 1,573,421.... 5,607,448... 10,000,000... she paused briefly at the level she had written on her registration paper, Her empty stomach rumbled angry with her energy usage. She increased the intensity of her glare before, continuing 12,540,030... 13,205,703... 14,100,270.... Her hair turned blond, and her eyes flickered rapidly between teal, and their normal chocolate hue. She maintained eye contact with her King as her power exploded around her in violent swirls. Then, hunger and over exertion overcome her and she collapsed on to the cold metal floor of her cell. Her stomach again voicing it's complaints even while she lay unconscious.
    King Vegeta stood silently in awe, she almost did it... the first female super saiyajin... her power level was so close... just a bit more and she'd do it. He felt his own arousal at the power displayed by this small girl. Had he been unmated she would be pinned beneath him, his fangs buried in her throat. A low growl left him as his body reacted to the scent of the alluring female before him. Swiftly, he turned his needy thoughts toward his aqua haired mate erasing the tempting young girl before him from his mind.
    Yes, she was just what Trunks needed... he smirked as he strode out of her cell. His son would soon have a mate and a powerful heir wouldn't be too far behind. The counsel could quit their squabbling about his son, and they could take back their suggestions of Brolly, Vegeta-sei's savior becoming his heir. Just the thought of that man's bottom warming his throne made him sick. Everything would fall into place right where it belonged but first his son needed this girl.
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    Trunks couldn't stand the wait, all day he paced his room muttering to himself. No one dare approach him in his hyper agitated state. His body burned, his outlet was still so far away as the clock ticked closer and closer to the full Kizuna moon. He knew the solution for his need. It took all his strength to stay put and not raid the auction house of it's tempting prize. Those fools had no idea what that girl was capable of. A sharp knock at his door drew his attention from his repetitive thoughts of sexual conquest.
    ”Enter.” he ground out in a strained raspy voice. A chubby saiyajin soldier waddled in and immediately fell to his knees before his prince. Trunks nodded in the direction of the kneeling man granting him permission to speak.
    “My prince here are the documents you requested.” Trunks took the papers from the pudgy man and promptly dismissed him. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as the door slid shut with a soft click.
    He looked down at the papers. A small photo of the young dark haired saiyajin girl was paper clipped to the top sheet. He meticulously examined the photo. Clearly it was taken right after the hunt. Her clothes were in shreds, not to mention soaked, and clinging to her body in a most tempting manner. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes held onto her saiyajin pride. The hate for her captors burning clearly within them, a testament to her people. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail held in place by a knotted orange bandana although much of it had come loose and floated freely around her face. She looked exactly the same as when he encountered her in the hallway.
    Name: Pan, it was an unusual name for a saiyajin, but is at least now there was something he could attach to her image in his mind. He scanned the form further, Level: 3rd Class, now he understood why she had never seen him before she was a third class citizen which meant she lived in the cave homes outside of the city. The poor uneducated girl picked a fight with her prince and didn't even know it. His eyes moved further down the list.
    Age: 16, he smirked so young she was captured during her first hunt his body and mind were humming in excitement over all the things he would do to her inexperienced young body. A groan left his mouth as one particularly erotic fantasy flashed through his mind. Clearing his head he continued scanning the paper.
    Power Level: 1,000,000, he snickered that was clearly a lie she was at least 14,000,000.
    Gender: Female, that was obvious he wouldn't be having sexual fantasies about a man.
    Father: Gohan, he paused, the science geek? No way! The only saiyajin registered with the name Gohan was a scientist employed by his father. His mother spent a great deal of time doing research and building inventions with Gohan. He had no idea that Gohan had a family especially, since he was rarely granted permission to leave the palace. Was Gohan’s power level that high? He’d never seen him fight, he hardly left the lab and never used the training grounds. His eyes landed on the last entry on the paper.
    Mother: Videl, which didn't interest him in the slightest if she was overpowered by that science nerd there was no way Pan's power came from her.
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    NOTE: In the anime, Goku reached super saiyajin with a power level of 15,000,000. I don't know if all saiyajins are the same in that aspect, but in my story they are okay. So, if your power level is 15,000,000 or above you can transform into a super saiyajin.
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