Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

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
- 6
- 7
- 8
I feel compelled to mention writing long chapters goes completely against my personal nature. I am generally concise and to the point. Thus, the fluffing or filling out of each chapter takes tons of effort for me and unfortunately, it still seems I am rushing through my thoughts instead of properly relaying my ideas in a structured smoothly flowing manner. This leads me to overthinking and obsessing I reread everything I write a multitude of times, and make minor changes over and over then, finally post it only to feel like it still needs work. I apologise for my lack of patience and skill. :’(
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star
Chapter Seven: Arrival
    The guard and Pan finally reached the Prince's quarters. He was genuinely relieved to have made it there without incident. Parading an unclaimed female through the palace halls with the Kizuna moon about to hit peak fullness was a recipe for disaster. It didn’t help her scent was beyond enticing, laced with purity and power it called to all males. Even himself, though he was happily mated, his body was still reacted to the powerful scent of the small temping female. Only the threat of detailment and death kept his hands from her alluring body.
    The large saiyajin she encountered near the palace entrance was enough to freeze his blood, of all the male saiyajins she could have run into why did it have to be him? He was under orders to deliver the girl untouched yet in the face of Brolly, the legendary, savior of the saiyajin race what could he really do? He was glad Brolly did not act on his obvious urges.
    He hit a few buttons, entering his passcode on the door panel, and the heavy metallic door slid open. He shoved Pan roughly through the door, grateful to be rid of his dangerous charge. The smooth door swiftly slid shut behind her sealing her in the quarters of her new master.
    Pan spun around focusing her attention on the closed door’s panel... it wanted a passcode... What kind of passcode would the Prince have? She tried every number combination she could think of without no luck. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her it was still displeased with her meager rations over the last three days. With a heavy sigh she gave up for the time being, and set about exploring the rest of the rooms in hopes of finding a way out.
    The room she was in now was a large room with a couple plush sofas tables, and chairs. It seemed like a lounging room, or visitor room. She approached the door to the next room. The red light on the door panel blinked a few times then turned green with small beep the door slid open.
    Pan cautiously entered the next room... It was huge, a large bubble window with semi transparent royal blue curtains immediately drew her attention. She approached the window hopefully, but her heart fell as she noticed it was secured with another passcode lock. She peered out the window trying to get a bearing on her location. Outside the window she could see the white rounded peaks of several palace towers, a small portion of the lavender garden, and the edge of the path that brought her here. She sighed, without her ability to fly the window was another dead end.
    Moving on, she examined the rest of the room. The room was done in multiple shades of blue. The walls were a lighter shade than the curtains and the metal floor was covered with a blue shaggy fur several shades darker. A large wooden desk sat in the corner beside the window littered with paperwork and writing utensils. A few monitors were mounted on the wall by the desk flashing with information she didn’t understand. A simple functional chair sat near the desk.
    Past the desk she noticed another door, approaching it the panel flashed red to green like the first and slid open with a similar beep. inside lay the Prince’s wardrobe. Rich silks, furs, and lavish dress clothes lined one wall, while sparing suits and armor covered the other, each item ornately imbued with the royal crest. An assortment of boots, gloves, and other accessories sat in rows on shelves beneath the garments, each displayed in an organized deliberate manner. Pan had never seen so much clothing. As a cave dwelling third class citizen her mother and herself went without many luxuries. She touched several of the fabrics and furs reveling in their extraordinary textures. She backed out of the wardrobe and returned to her exploration of the bedroom.
    Behind another door lay the bathroom. Many things seemed foreign to Pan in that room. Her family had no bathroom in their cave home. They took their baths in a steel drum outside or the nearby lake. Her toilet needs were also taken care of outside. She cautiously turned a knob on the elegant white sink, cool clean water spurted forth startling Pan. She had never seen running water inside a building. The indoor hot spring at the slaver’s guild had been impressive, but this was beyond her imagination. She cupped her hands bringing the cool fluid to her mouth slurping it greedily. After drinking her fill she scrubbed her mouth dry with the back of her hand and turned the faucet back off then, she retreated from the alien room, resuming her search for an escape route.
    She had tried all of the doors in the room and now focused her attention on the objects within the room. A massive raised bed sat in the center of the room. It had the same semi transparent fabric as the curtains cascading around it from the ceiling as a canopy. She moved toward the suddenly feeling very tired. Her small hand reached up and pulled back the canopy fabric exposing the massive bed. She pulled her heavy body onto the bed and slipped under the cool softness of the royal blue silky sheets falling asleep almost instantly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Trunks typed in his passcode and entered his quarters. His eyes glowed slightly adjusting to the dim light. She was here, but where... He inhaled deeply, a low rumbling growl vibrated from his chest. Tracking her intoxicating scent lead him to the next room. Soundlessly, he crept up on her sleeping form, peeling back the canopy curtain, and kneeling beside his bed. He studied her sleeping form. She was perfect, her curious dark hair laid smoothly around the pillow in a very unsaiyajin like manner.
    Normal saiyajin hair never changed from birth, it stood in sharp points defying Vegets-sei’s crushing gravity. Her hair was more like his own falling softly with gravity, and framing her face. He pulled his white glove from his hand. His hand soundlessly slid forward, compled to touch it and feel its texture. His large hand brushed gently through her midnight locks. He closed his eyes reveling in its silky softness. It amazed him, never had he seen or felt hair like his own. He was a demi saiyajin, a taboo in saiyajin culture…
    His mother, Bulma, was a tuffel scientist, the only survivor of the saiyajin's violent overthrow of this planet. The tuffels were eradicated when the planet was purged by his Grandfather Vegeta. He believed all of the previous inhabitants were long gone when he renamed the Planet, Vegeta-sei, and moved his people’s entire society there to establish a new home planet for his race.
    It was later discovered that there were survivors of the tuffel purge. A small underground village had escaped detection and mounted a resistance against the invading saiyajins many years after their initial takeover. Even with their advanced technologies and weapons they were swiftly dealt with. There was only one survivor of the second massacre... his mother, she was taken by his father as a slave.
    Unknown to King Vegeta and his father, Vegeta, tuffel and saiyan blood were compatible, and soon enough the prince’s the new slave became pregnant. It was quickly decided by the council and the King that the woman, and her unborn child would have to die. Prince Vegeta stepped in forbidding them from killing his favorite slave, instead stating the child would be killed as soon as it was born. A half-breed abomination such as itself would soil the royal bloodline. The king relented, receding his death order to include only the child. However, when the child was born, his power level was far more advanced than any pure blooded saiyajin baby in history, save Brolly the legendary. Thus, his life was spared.... His mother later bonded with the prince after he had ascended to the throne. She could be his mate, but she could never be queen, saiyajins only accepted power.
    There seemed to be only one problem with the saiyajin-tuffel hybrid, a lack of control... In the heat of battle he had killed both enemy and comrade as the line between blurred, making only one thought clear... kill. And during the full Chikara moon no female could survive his lust or male for that matter. It seemed whenever he became overly stimulated the more primitive saiyajin side of his mind took over, and all control slipped from his grasp.
    His sister Bulla, shared this lack of control. Not sexually or physically, but emotionally. Her violent temper would make most saiyajins cringe, if not for her sorry lack of strength. She was the embodiment of Vegeta with the power of a kitten. It was almost laughable.
    He watched Pan’s chest rise, and fall with calm even breaths. His warm hand gently moved a stray strand of hair from her face before continuing down towards her neck. He pressed a button sequence on her collar releasing her from its hold. Trunks scanned her peaceful face for any changes. Sensing no change from her, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a thin golden bracelet, sliding it over her wrist. He pressed a tiny button on the inside and it shrank to fit her wrist snugly, the Prince smirked. The new bracelet allowed her to use her full ki within the walls of his quarters, but left her just as weak as the collar had anywhere outside of them. He needed her at full strength if she was going to survive their rut.
    Just thinking about it set his body ablaze again. The more primitive part of his mind still felt it had a valid claim on the girl after the result of their first battle, but his more logical side reasoned she had not been able to fight to her full potential due to her exhausted state at the time. He licked his dry lips in anticipation and stood groaning from the building pressure within his groin. Her alluring scent was saturating his room bringing his thoughts back to his body’s scorching demands.
    Deciding some fresh air was in order. He walked over to the window punching in his passcode it slid open bringing the arid breeze of Vegeta-sei in and thinning the density of her sweet aroma in the room. Breathing deeply, he stared up at the sky watching the second moon of Vegeta. It was almost time, he could feel his blood humming in his veins. The Kizuna moon would be full tomorrow night. He felt his body reacting to the moon’s pull. Glancing back toward his prize he smirked in anticipation. If she thought dodging low level saiyans was difficult during the full Chikara moon, She'd learn what a real fight was during the Kizuna moon.
   Vegeta-sei has two moons, the first moon, Chikara, is a blue moon, of the two moons its the one further from the planet. Chikara was named shortly after the first fight with the tuffels. During the purge it became a full moon allowing the saiyajins become oozaru, this gave them the power to defeat the tuffels and their more advanced weaponry. After the defeat of the tuffels, saiyajin scientists created a shield for the planet that filtered the moonlight so, they wouldn't all turn oozaru, and destroy their new planet.
    Now Chikara was known as the moon of the hunt. With no enemies left to defeat on Vegeta-sei, it calls their saiyajin blood to breed. Male saiyajins experience a blood heat and hunt females in order to cool their feral blood. Chikara becomes a full moon once every eight years.
    The second moon Kizuna is a red moon, and even with the shield in place there have been a few oozaru transformations during the full moon, due to its closer proximity. Kizuna is also known as the lust moon. The moon light from Kizuna's full moon enhances saiyajin instincts and drives them to lay claim to a female much the same as Chikara does however, the effects of the Kizuna moon are at least tenfold that of Chikara. No unmated male can resist the blood heat of the Kizuna moon. Kizuna only has a full moon once every twenty-nine years.
   Trunks left the window after sliding it closed. He returned to Pan still only half believing this dream could be true. She shifted curling into a tight ball whimpering as her stomach rumbled forcefully professing it’s need. Trunks listened to it voicing it’s distress. When was she last fed? The hunt was nearly three days ago, and the slaver’s guild typically did not waste resources on the slaves they captured. Purchasers were expected to pay for any supplies used prior to the auction.
    He left the bedside and wandered to his desk. Retrieving the invoice detailing his purchase he scanned the list of expenses. The list was extensive she had caused a lot of damage during her attempted escape he chuckled remembering their first meeting. The costs for healing, bathing, clothing, and rations were clearly listed with a more detailed account of what each included.
    Her ration cost was miniscule, the details revealed the cause of her current distress, half a dozen pieces of fruit and a single flask of tea. No wonder she was uncomfortable, given the energy she had expended during the hunt, her escape attempt, and showing her power level to his father, she had to be on the verge of starvation. He ground his teeth, the slaver’s guild would be hearing from him. He pushed those incompetent fools from his mind and set about planning a meal for his future mate.
    Feeding your intended female was part of the mating ritual anyways and given her current state she would not be able to refuse his kill. His female required meat and he was going to do some hunting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    NOTES: Planet Vegeta used to be called Planet Plant, and it was home to a race called Tuffels. The tuffels were very scientifically advanced, but were overrun by the saiyajin's strength and exterminated. Then the planet was renamed Planet Vegeta and their technology was stolen by the saiyajins.
Chikara = Power
Kizuna = Bond
    The stuff about the twin moons I made up, with the exception of the full moon makes saiyajins turn oozaru. As far as I know in the Anime and Manga, Planet Vegeta only has one moon that becomes full every eight years.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

What Has Become of Me