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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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Ok, another chapter down. Thank you for sticking with me through this, and a special thank you goes to Trunks_N_Vegeta_LVR on AO3 for being my only reviewer <3
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 8: Intentions
    Trunks crouched, peering silently from between two reddish boulders. He needed to get in position before the herd came into view. The large herd of sauropods traveled through the desert areas of Vegeta-sei only when necessary, as herbivores they prefered the lush valleys full of water and vegetation. The thundering vibration passing through the ground signalled their impending arrival. Long necks and tails swung side to side and small wary eyes carefully scanned the surroundings for threats.
    Trunks painstakingly selected his prey, he wanted a younger animal, but not too young. Meat from the younger dinos was more tender, but he also wanted to make sure he had enough meat to satisfy his intended. With an entire planet of saiyajin appetites the vast herds could easily become depleted if everyone ate their fill. Because of this, the herds of the planet were managed under strict laws to prevent overharvesting. Most meat available at the market stalls was looted during purging raids, or imported from allied trade planets, but the sauropod meat was the most delicious meat to the saiyajin palate and the Prince required the best.
    A midsized sauropod was on the edge of the herd. Trunks slipped unnoticed from the boulders stealthily making a beeline to his selected target. Creeping under the quadruped’s belly, he lifted off, taking the startled animal to the sky with him, and away from the protection of it's herd.
    Trunks shifted continually to prevent the panicked dino from falling back to the ground. He scanned the red soil beneath him for an open area where he could slaughter the beast. Spying a large clearing, he dove slamming the 500lb animal into the sandy red soil of Vegeta-sei. The stunned sauropod thrashed violently, rolling to regain it’s footing. Trunks dodged the giant's wildly whipping tail effortlessly, before ending it's desperate struggles with a small ki blast through the heart. The sauropod stilled, it's head and tail falling heavily against the ground kicking up large plumes of red dust. Trunks wasted no time and set about butchering the enormous animal. Eager to return to is quarters and present his gift.
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    Pan awoke to the scent of blood and meat. Her blurry eyes tried to focus on the moving figure before her. His clothing was soaked scarlet and his skin and hair were streaked with dried blood. Pan's confused mind fumbled trying to recall who he was, where she was, and how she got there. With some effort she recalled the auction, bringing her mind sharply back to the present. The fires of humiliation burned inside her as she continued watching the blood soaked male with intense scrutiny. Her eyes followed his path closely as he exited the bedroom.
    He reentered the bedroom carrying a large table from the sitting room piled high with plates of sliced meat. Bowls containing cuts of the soft organ meats were wedged amongst the mountain of plates. Pan's stomach groaned, and her mouth watered as she inhaled the metallic scent of blood. She had gone too long without a decent meal, temporarily forgetting her ire. Her body seemed to move on it's own, leaving the warm safety of the bed. She numbly approached the feast laid before her.
    Trunks had removed himself from her line of vision, allowing her to accept his offering on impulse. If she thought about it, she would likely decline, opting instead to starve. His gift of a fresh kill was an open offer of bonding and she was clearly accepting it only due to being near starvation. Still it pleased him, if she was going to put up a fight later he'd rather she be at full strength.
    Trunks silently watched her shovel the tender dino meat into her mouth with her reddening hands. Blood ran down her fingers, and the length of her arms and dripping from her clothed elbows onto the polished floor in stunning contrast. He watching the crimson fluid travel down her pale chin to her slim neck before continuing down towards her chest soaking the front of the training suit she wore. He licked his dry lips unconsciously appraising the body of his chosen female.
    Trunks crept silently forward, placing his large hand on her shoulder, his heart hammered in his chest awaiting her reaction. She took no notice of the him, still engrossed with her meal. Encouraged, Trunks pressed forward stooping and bringing himself level with her neck. His nose inhaled her sweet scent mixed with the fresh blood clinging to her skin. His warm tongue snaked out lapping at the sauropod blood before escalating it's attack to nipping and suckling. A low purr rumbled through his chest demanding a response from the female he was courting. His tortured body was reacting to her scent and proximity, his scorching groin was pressing him to advance the female had yet to resist him.
    Pan continued to enjoy her meal, it was by far the best thing she had ever consumed. The raw tender meat tasted tangy with a metallic zing from the iron of it's blood. The soft juicy liver quenched her thirst with it's abundance of fresh blood. She could feel her ki regenerating and her muscles regaining their strength. She felt well rested and restored for the first time since the night of the hunt.
    The threat seemed to appear from nowhere, her pulse quickened as the Prince began lapping the blood from her throat. She felt fuzzy yet, oddly pleasant. Moist heat pooled between her thighs and a small moan tore free from her throat. Trunks hands slid down unclasping the white armor from her body allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving her clothed only in the tight training suit. His hands slid around her grasping her firm breasts and kneading them through the thin fabric.
    Pan's body was reacting to the male’s dominance, she had to pull herself together. Her brain struggled, high on the flavor of the fresh kill, focus eluded her as the Prince pulled her from the table dragging her bloodied hand to his mouth he began licking the red stains from her slender fingers. His hot mouth engulfed each finger one at a time suckling and stroking each digit with his strong tongue. Pan watched entranced, still drunk on blood and meat. His blue eyes looked almost tender as he focused on lapping the sauropod blood from her person like a cat grooming it's fur. He savored the contact of his tongue with her warm flesh.
    Warnings were flashing in her mind as her captor finished his task pulling her tightly against his hard chest. His scent was heavy, musky with need. She could feel his hardened member straining against her belly. Her instincts were being pushed to their limit making her body wet and willing. Trunks smirked, she wasn't resisting, he could smell her arousal and feel her dampness leaking through the training suit to his thigh. Advancing towards the bed with his subdued quarry in tow he gently released her with a slight push. Pan's back fell against the silken sheets, she finally focused her mind on her blood stained captor and his spell was broken. Pan's chocolate orbs widened as her brain regained control of her limbs. She rolled attempting to distance herself from the hated man who took everything from her.
    Trunks snarled his female was resisting. His mind had slipped to it's more primitive mode and his body demanded he take her now. He grasped her ankle pulling her back towards himself prepared to continue his conquest. Pan twisted in a futile attempt to pull free She instinctively released a ki blast in his face and his grip slipped in surprise. She was free from his hold and suddenly aware of her returned ki. Pan scrambled to the other side of the bed. Now that the length of the mattress secured a short distance between them she observed her captor.
    "Why did you buy me?" she asked suddenly trying to sound brave even though butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. He wordlessly advanced, first trying to round the corner of the bed to reach his prey. Realising this Pan scurried in the opposite direction maintaining her distance from him. He switched tactics, leaping across the bed and landing in front of his target. Pan staggered back several feet trying vainly to keep him at bay. She shot several more ki blasts in his direction which he dodged effortlessly. He continued to advance, stalking her like an animal. Hesitantly, she stepped backwards again and hit a wall, panic spread across her features as he continued his pace forward until his face was inches from her own.
    "I bought you to vent my lust" He spoke calmly in a detached tone a feral look gleaming in his eyes. A smug smirk graced his lips. "No one has ever withstood my lust, and you seemed to be the strongest female the auction had to offer, and with the full Kizuna moon tonight... I will definitely need an outlet that is as strong as possible." Pan shuddered as he closed the small gap between them, and ground his groin against her trapped body. “I can smell your arousal. You desire me as well.”
    His low rumbling purr mixed with his seductive voice pulled at her own mating instincts. He was doing it again, the auction house flashed in her mind she had fallen into the same trap twice. Ignoring her own instincts she punched him hard under the chin sending him flying across the room, and into a wall.
    He climbed out of the debris raining metallic scraps in all directions, his eyes glowing with excitement, the taunting smirk still on his face "You're just making this more fun."
    His tail flicked anxiously behind him as he advanced again, with lighting speed he crushed her small body between himself and the wall once more. Pan held her arms out trying to force him away, so she could twist herself free. Trunks took both her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head he leaned forward, and spoke arrogantly into her ear "You are mine, and I'll get what I want one way or another." He felt the fear spike in his captive at his words and he reveled in her torment.
    He began suckling hard on the tender flesh of her neck and leaving angry red marks in his wake. He could feel his fangs scraping against her pulse, her blood would be sweet. He contemplated laying his claiming mark on her now, but refrained. He needed her in a more compliant state if he hoped to fool her into becoming his mate. Pan shifted her body, her thighs rubbing against one another attempting to relieve the unwanted fire in her loins. Involuntarily, she was reacting to him again. She flushed out of anger, and embarrassment, struggling more violently to escape his iron grip. His smirk broadened and she soon realized the result of her squirming.
    A deliberate moan left Trunks as he leaned forward pressing his hardened member flush against her stomach, basking in the pleasant friction she was unwillingly giving him. He enjoyed her renewed panic at the increase of contact. Her struggles against his bulge escalated with her desperation, until her ki rose drastically. Powerful swirls of energy began forming around her, pushing Trunks in his relaxed stance backwards, and knocking him to the floor in his lusty haze. Pan’s explosive power dissipated with her outburst, her vision trained on Trunks’ fallen form. He seemed somehow different as he regained his footing. His head lifted, and Pan’s blood froze.
    His eyes were glazed over, and he looked far more animalistic. His hair was rising up on end, and flickering between its normal lavender, and a strange golden color. Waves of powerful ki were cascading off him almost strong enough to knock her over even with her feet planted firmly in a defensive stance. She knew instantly what he was…
    He was a super saiyajin. His teal eyes burned into Pan's now frighted brown ones sending chills down her spine. Before she could even flinch he had her body pinned between the silk sheets, and himself. His lust was obvious, there was no way of talking him out of this now, his saiyajin instincts were in control, and he was going to take what he wanted. She stared up at him helpless to stop him, and tears started leaking from the corners of her eyes. She was frightened, and ashamed. Her pride was begging her to continue her resistance and fight this injustice. Yet her body wasn't responding to her at all. Her limbs felt like lead even without the weight of the super saiyajin beast bearing down on them.
    Trunks leaned downward, inhaling her scent, and emitting a series of primal growls, he could smell her fear, her power, and her arousal. Pan's hope rose again briefly. Maybe, he'd change his mind… Then, Trunks let out a short ruff growl, and her heart sank, he made up his mind, she was to his liking, and he would have her.
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Notes: I went with dinosaurs as Trunks prey due to Dragon Ball’s history with them. The sauropod is a broad umbrella category for four legged, long necked, dinosaurs such as Brachiosauridae, Puertasaurus, and Ohmdenosaurus. The last of which being a smaller dino of approximately 13ft in length and 500lbs aka the type Trunks slayed for dinner. :)
I also went with raw meat since DBZ has a flashback of Vegeta eating some alien’s arm, which doesn't appear to have been prepped in anyway. So I feel cooking the meat may be optional for saiyajins.
Random DBZ fact: Gine (Goku & Radditz’s Mother) works at some kind of butchering or meat distribution factory on Vegeta-sei.
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