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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Moving right along, 2 chapters in 2 days. ^_^ I hope I can keep the update pace rolling.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star
Chapter Six: Auction
    Kivi let out an agitated sigh as he took in the crumpled body of this year's most highly prized slave. He bent down effortlessly hoisting her tiny unconscious form over his shoulder for the second time.
    "You know for such a little one you sure are bringing in the excitement..." he muttered mostly to himself. Kivi carried Pan back to the regeneration tank in Korin's wing and placed her inside, not bothering to remove her clothing. He clumsily fitted her with the breathing mask before closing the tank, and punching several buttons on the nearby control pad. He sat down watching the tank fill with its medicinal fluid. As Pan's hair floated hypnotically in the aqua solution, Kivi took in the girl's features for the first time. She wasn't bad looking, he idly wondered if her ebony hair was as soft as it looked floating weightlessly around her sleeping face. Another sigh left him as he pushed her from his thoughts. She was far beyond his status, King Vegeta had personally shown interest which meant her fate was already decided.
    This control pad began flashing and a series of loud beeps signaled the completion of the healing process. The fluid drained and a conscious yet, confused Pan tumbled out onto the floor in a sopping heap. Pan rose stiffly on shaky legs, her soaked spandex hiding none of her petite frame. Kivi averted his eyes, stifling his body’s reaction and called for Korin who came rushing over, busying herself with making Pan presentable for auction once again. She shooed Kivi out after fitting Pan with a new ki collar.
    Korin once again sent Pan through the bathing chambers and with the aid of her orange haired assistants she had her washed, dried and redressed in no time. Pan sat quietly as the alien women fussed over her hair, clicking and hissing at each other in obvious disagreement.
    Her stomach let out another rumbling complaint with it's still empty state, but this time Korin heard it. She offered Pan several pieces of fruit which she accepted gratefully. Pan practically inhaled the fruit, her stomach was still not satisfied, but it was no longer voicing it's complaints.
    Finally, Pan was ready once again. She wore an identical suit and armor to her last one. The aliens had spent more time on her makeup and hair this time trying to bring out more of her natural feminine beauty. The makeup made her face itch and it smelled of herbs and soil. Her tongue cautiously licked her lips tasting the bitterness of the lipstick it retreated back into the safety of her mouth. Her tail wrapped itself protectively around her slim waist.
    Korin called for Kivi to take Pan to the auction site. Kivi froze when he entered the room the gorgeous creature in front of him couldn't be that same scrawny little girl. The sulking look on her beautiful painted face told him otherwise and he had to stifle the laugh that threaten to erupt from his chest. Carefully he guided her out of Korin's chambers and down the hall to a huge room with a large stage.
    A long wooden bench ran the length of the stage, and slaves were arranged by power level. Pan sat at the highest end of the bench, fidgeting with the tip of her tail. Soon it would be her turn, what kind of person would it be? She watched as calmly as possible as the line before her shrank smaller, and smaller coming ever closer to her turn. Prices ranged from 350 zeni to 5000 zeni. How much would she bring in... The auctioneer called her number, and she was drug off the bench into the hot spotlight. Her heart fluttered painfully in her chest as the massive crowd sized her up.
    "It's about time!" A short hooded man glared up at the stage. Finally, seeing his prey.
    "There she is" The Prince watched impatiently from his seat in the royal loft as his prize was brought on stage. “Soon you'll be mine, my little warrior.” His body reacted to the sight of his chosen prize pooling heat in his already fiery nether regions. Trunks’ vision roamed hungrily over her petite body clad in tight saiyajin armor. His eyes glazed with lust as his thoughts drifted to tonight and all the things he would do to that small body. Finally, the auctioneer began rambling off his well rehearsed speech.
    "This little one was captured a couple days ago during the hunt, and she gave veteran hunter Taki quite the run around. She may not look like much, but her power level is well over the 10,000,000 her paper lists, and she's cute to boot! How much will you give for this cute little 16 year old female. We'll start the bids at 500 zeni! "The exited voice of the auctioneer echoed through the auction hall.
    "500!" Pan winced, eyeing the first bidder. He was a tall bald man. He had to be at least seventy years old. His belly extended far past where it should, and if not for the extensive elastic properties of his armor she was sure his gut would be exposed.
    "We have 500 zeni from the gentleman in the front! How about 1000?"
    "1000!" Her eyes traveled to the source of the second bid. His gruff voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. He was a short man, as far as Saiyajins went, wearing a thick tan hooded cape. His face was obscured within the hood's shadow so she couldn't make out his features.
    "1000 zeni from the hooded gentleman on the left! Do we have 2000?"
    "5000!" Her blood froze, Pan scanned the crowd for the familiar voice.
    "We have 5000 zeni from our Prince! 5000 zeni!" Prince? Pan's head spun as her eyes finally landed on the lavender haired man seated proudly in the royal box. His icy blue eyes locked with her startled chocolate ones. How was it possible? Saiyajins didn't have lavender hair. He smirked winking at her from his lofty perch before licking his lips with feral intent. Pan panicked, her heart was racing he couldn't win, anyone but him, but who would bid against the Prince? She squeezed her eyes shut praying for a miracle, hoping against hope that when she opened them this nightmare would be over and she would be safe at home with her mother.
    "10,000! " Heh, lets see the brat match that! Pan's eyes snapped open at the sound of the short man's voice. She held her breath not daring to look at the royal box.
    "10,000 zeni from the hooded man, anyone else? 10,000! Going once! Going twice!"
    "10,500!" How dare that insolent low level outbid me! He'll pay for that, after the auction he'll beg for his life!! Trunks was filled with rage, it was bad enough the rest of the public got to oogle his prize let alone this insolent fool challenging him for her.
    "10,500 from our Prince, anymore bids?"
    "20,000!" Let's see just how bad the brat wants her… Vegeta smirked within the darkness of his disguise. He could feel the furious spike in his boy’s ki, he was enjoying his little game.
    "We have 20,000! 20,000 from the hooded man! Going once! Going twice! SO.."
    "50,000 ZENI!" THAT LOW LEVEL IS SO GOING DOWN!!!, Trunks seethed barely keeping himself in check.
    I suppose that's enough. the hooded man turned, and quietly began walking out of the auction site blending into the crowd.
    "50,000 zeni! Going once! Going Twice! Sold! To Prince Trunks for 50,000 zeni!"
    Trunks saw the hooded man attempting to make his escape. His aura crackled around him as his power level skyrocketed before exploding outwards in a static storm of blue. He charged forward ramming the man to the ground, and knocking his hood back in the process... "Dad?” His energy instantly fizzled away to nothing, as the shock registered. "Why?" his wide blue eyes searched his father's pitch black ones.
    Vegeta looked his son and sighed, "We will discuss this later" with that he stood straightening his cloak, and took to the air, leaving a very stunned Trunks in his wake.
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    Pan drug her feet as she was unwillingly pulled towards the cart that would carry her to her new home. Of all the people it had to be him, that cold eyed, stubborn jerk who ruined her only chance of escape, and mocked her while doing it. Pan's blood boiled, she was never going to obey to him, NEVER!
    The wagon wheels lurched forward, and began the long climb up to the palace, which was seated on the crest of the highest mountain of Vegeta-sei. Pan tried to center her thoughts on what her new life might be like inside the gleaming white metallic palace. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought? She tried to imagine him as a normal reasonable being instead of a sex crazed sadist, but her mind kept getting distracted by the faint scent of lavender.
    Where was it coming for? She shifted around, now facing forward she strained her eyes in the direction of the palace. There was a garden.... that must be where it's coming from... in the garden there was a girl... a girl... with aqua hair? That can't be right... Pan laid down, and closing her eyes letting the steep bumpy path lull her to sleep, and hopefully help sort her jumbled thoughts.
    The wagon jolted to a halt, slamming her head forward, and snapping her from her sleep. The Prince stood in the wagon’s path, his shoulders back, and muscular arms crossed. He strode forward proudly, his long lavender hair swaying gently with the slight breeze. Gazing lustfully at the cargo of the wagon, before he spoke.
    “You are mine now..." He spoke with royal arrogance daring her to object. His frozen blue eyes bore into her defiant chocolate ones. He was challenging her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fear gripped her sinking her stomach like a stone, but she would not submit. She would not shrink away from his challenge.
    His gloved hand reached for her defiant chin grasping it roughly and dragging her lips to his in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth tracing her sharp canines. He nearly chuckled as her tongue met his in a foolish attempt to force him back. Finally, He pulled back licking his lips, savoring her flavor as a low purr rumbled from his chest. Pan’s cheeks were flushed, her body felt hot. She shifted uncomfortably trying to alleviate her unwanted arousal.
    Trunks took in the ruffled sight of her with great pleasure. Her flushed face gave her an erotic look and the scent of her sweet arousal combined with the kiss he just savored all but pushed him to his limit. He spun sharply breaking eye contact, allowing her this small victory and barked his orders to the transport team.
    “Follow this path through the gardens to the main gate, have one of the guards escort her to my room, and make sure she remains untouched, understand!" The guards nodded somberly in response they knew the horrors that awaited them if the girl was deflowered before their Prince could claim her.
    The wagon jerked forward continuing through the lavender garden. Pan held her breath, the overpowering scent was making her dizzy. Her heart was still hammering from his kiss, her head throbbed and her nose burned by the time the wagon lurched to a stop at their destination. Pan was shuffled out of the wagon and through the massive double doors into the palace.
    A lone guard roughly pushed her down the hall past several gawkers, mostly servants, who shook their heads sadly, their eyes filled with pity. They only saw her as another doomed sacrifice to their beastly Prince.
    They rounded a sharp corner and Pan met squarely with the navel of the tallest saiyajin she had ever seen. She was bounced backwards several feet by the sudden contact and stabilized herself before looking up to meet his eyes. He was cold, looking down at her tiny form with disdain. She could feel the raw power rolling off him in chaotic waves. He was dangerous, maybe even more so than the Prince. Pan wouldn't back down, even with the ki suppressor making her as weak as a kitten, her pride wouldn't let her waver. She held eye contact until the guard shoved forward her breaking her gaze. She begrudgingly shuffled onward each step bringing her closer to her doom.
    The large saiyajin’s gaze followed the tiny girl down the hall. She was strong, not nearly as strong as he was, but the most powerful female he had ever laid eyes on by far. He could scent her arousal, causing an unusual stirring in his groin. The ki suppressor may have hindered her from escaping, but it did nothing to hide her sweet ki laced scent. She was like a lamb going to slaughter, but which wolf would get their fill? He licked his suddenly dry lips before continuing on his way, various plans swirling in his mind.
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    Trunks wanted nothing more than to take the girl to his chambers himself. He could barely contain the urges which surged through his body demanding he bed her now. But he had to bury those thoughts, at least until after he spoke with his father. He needed to understand why he behaved that way at the auction house.
    Trunks entered the throne room with the usual announcement of his arrival from the door guards, before bowing and swearing his fealty to his father and King.
    King Vegeta contemplated the boy kneeling before him. He gestured for him to rise and begin his audience. Trunks stood before his father questions burning on the tip of his tongue as his body burned for an entirely different reason.
    “Speak boy,” Vegeta’s demand echoed through the large chamber.
    “Father, why did you bid against me? You said I could choose one girl yet you interfered with my purchase what is your reasoning?”
Trunks watched his father, impatiently awaiting his response. His mind unconsciously drifting back to what lay waiting for him in his chambers.
    “I received intel of the girl’s potential. It peaked my interest so I requested a demonstration of her talents, and was not disappointed. That girl is the most powerful female in the history of Vegeta-sei. The fact she was being auctioned at all was an insult to her pride. The least that I could do was to make sure she sold for a suitable price and prevent her pride from being shattered.”
    Trunks forced himself to focus on the current conversation gazing at his father skeptically, “Why would this girl mean anything to you father. You only met her once, why go so far to protect her pride?”
    Vegeta sighed, “Foolish Boy, she will not stay a slave, that girl will be the mother of the next generation of royals. I do not want her spirit broken, she will be your mate.” The air of finality told Trunks not to argue, even though it was up to Pan to decide. She could be made to bear his children, but he couldn't force her to be his mate. The bond could not be made unless both were willing.
    Vegeta could see his boy was thinking on the matter. He sincerely hoped Trunks could keep himself in check while bedding the girl. Powerful as she was, he didn't want any accidents, a rarity such as this girl could not be replaced. Vegeta dismissed Trunks with a word of warning should the girl be broken, he would follow.
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