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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Thank you all, for coming back. 2,000 words is my self set chapter minimum for this story. I hope that is making them long enough for everyone to enjoy. It also makes them short enough that I can update more frequently. Win-Win :)
This chapter is a bit rough on Pan so be warned.
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What has Become of Me...
Story by: Sohma Star (Star-chan)
Chapter 9: Kizuna Part A

    Trunks remained motionless, staring hungrily down at the small body pinned beneath him. His eyes had bled completely white, and he showed no hint of his normal arrogant composure. His thoughts were primal, filled with erotic images, his blood was saturated with mating hormones thanks to the moon cycle, and every cell in his body demanded he sate his lust. His body had been waiting too long for it’s release.
    Large tears rolled down Pan’s cheeks as she continued her futile struggles to escape. She was terrified, she had heard of super saiyajins from her mother. Besides Brolly the legendary, her grandfather, Kakarot had been the first super saiyajin in recent history. Prior to Kakarot’s ascension, super saiyajins were only children’s stories. No one believed such a power could be attained. Pan had never met her grandfather, but her mother spoke of the awe inspiring power he held as a super saiyajin. The thought of such an unimaginable power directed at her made her blood run cold.
    She wanted love not lust, she wanted a choice. Being female she knew the odds were never in her favor, but she had to try. She had trained hard in order to protect herself from such a fate. Her saiyajin pride demanded she fight, she could not surrender. Even if he took her body, she would never bond with him. She would fight him until her dying breath.
    One giant hand trapped her tiny flailing wrists while the other began tearing the clothing from her body. The weight of his muscular body combined with her own body’s involuntary trembling made Pan unable to move her legs. With her legs and arms pinned she had only one option remaining. She rapidly raised her ki, trying desperately to loosen his hold just enough to slip away.
    Trunks ki instinctually responded to Pan’s increased one, soaring impossibly higher and crushing the air from her lungs with crackling raw power. Pan struggled to draw breath as the golden monster continued calmly peeling her clothing from her. The sauropod blood soaked fabric was pulled from her chest, exposing her damp nipples which stiffened on contact with the ki laced air. Her captor paused, brushing his large calloused hand curiously across the stiff rosy peaks. Watching her squirm from his caress, he roughly grasped one soft mound, squeezing it forcefully. Earning him a small squeak from his captive.
    Pan sucked in a sharp breath, her body was trying to respond to him and she was not about to let it. Another squeeze and another bolt of pleasure shot through Pan, further mortifying her. Her cheeks were flushed from a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and unwanted arousal. Her last attempt at freeing herself only further proved their difference in strength. He was more powerful, therefore he was dominant. Her pride refused to bow even when faced with this obvious fact, and her mind frantically searched for a way out. In a last ditch effort she went against her pride, and shamefully resorted to begging.
   “Please don't do this, you don't really want to do this do you? Please!" Her tear streaked face and terror filled scent pulled at something within Trunks. Something buried deep within him. He paused briefly, his primitive mental state taking time to process her plea. Pan’s hopes rose again as he stilled, seemingly considering her words, before he growled back his answer in primal saiyajin. The feral grunts and growls registered in her mind, and her heart sank again. With much effort Trunks’ repeated his saiyajin words in common tongue, he ground out his reply for the second time.
    “The only way you're getting out of this is by overpowering me. Make me release you. Show me your power, if you want your freedom.” He nearly laughed at his own statement’s absurdity. It would never happen, no male could best him, this female had no chance.
    Pan had no response for him, she was ashamed. She knew this was the law of her people, she knew it was a long shot to ask him to reconsider, but she had to try something. Her useless twisting and pulling became more frantic her back arching away from the bed, she could feel the bruising forming around her wrists.
    Trunks continued to disrobe his squirming prey, reveling in the feeling of her smooth hot flesh as he exposed it. His chest rumbled with approving purrs as he peeled the last of her training suit and undergarments away, leaving Pan completely exposed to his gaze. The scent of Pan’s exposed arousal hung heavy in the air, and Trunks proudly growled out another primal statement, again straining to translate himself into common speech. "I can smell the sweet nectar dripping from your core. You want my cock buried within you." His feral white eyes locked with her’s daring her to deny it.
    Pan shook her head furiously no, her flushed face wanting desperately to hide from his intense gaze. She wanted to close her eyes and turn away, pretend this nightmare wasn't happening. She didn't want to watch the feral golden beast as he took pleasure in defiling her body, but her pride again stopped her in her tracks.
    Turning away meant submission, if she submitted she was one step closer to forming a bond with this monster. So, she continued to stubbornly meet his gaze unwavering, although every ounce of common sense and instinct with in her demanded she turn away. If she allowed him this victory, he would take much more from her than her body.
    Trunks finally broke off the staring contest, a low rumbling chuckle escaping him as the defiant girl’s pride refused to bend. She would bend, or he would break her. He pulled his shiny white armor over his head, then stood to remove his training suit, releasing Pan momentarily.
    Pan’s mind was so petrified it failed to register the removal of his weight. She continued lying prone, frozen in terror. Trunks finished disrobing, kicking his training uniform from his foot he turned back to his prey. His undressed state showcasing his painfully obvious erection.
    Pan's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of his massive organ. Her stomach clenched, suddenly feeling nauseous. She had to get out of there. Her numb mind finally registered her freed limbs. Summoning her remaining ki, she shot away from her captor, flying towards the door to the sitting room. Trunks growled in annoyance at the interruption, tackling her halfway there. His now naked flesh pressed against her’s nearly scorching her with his heat. He grabbed her body roughly pinning her unwilling form beneath him, snarling his dominance. Before, once again, trapping both her hands with one of his.
    He wrapped his free hand in her hair, pulling her face up to his, and crushing her lips with a bruising dominant kiss. He pushed to deepen the kiss, but Pan kept her lips pressed tightly together. Muffled whimpers and grunts leaked from Pan as she struggled to impede his advances. Annoyed with her continued resistance he bit her bottom lip sharply, before suckling on it drawing her sweet blood onto his waiting tongue. He savored her flavor, sucking hard, filling his mouth, and coating his tongue with her blood. Her blood was laced with her power. Pan winced in pain, and he took his chance, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Pan's muted complaints didn't stop as he savagely ravaged her mouth. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Pan bit back her renewing tears, hatred burning in her heart for the man forcing himself on her.
    Breaking away from her bruised bloody lips. Trunks released her hands, his firm grip on her body ensuring his prisoner would not escape him again. His eyes roamed her pleasing body as his feverish mind decided on it’s next move. Warm hands ran up and down Pan’s body as he ground himself against her. The feel of his naked flesh upon her’s drug more purrs of delight from Trunks as he basked in physical contact with his chosen female. His defenses had relaxed with the knowledge of his physical superiority. However, Pan was still actively seeking her escape from the purring male on top of her.
    She could feel his enormous length rubbing against her, leaving a sticky trail of precum in it’s wake. She felt something furry brush her outer thigh, at last she had found an opening. His tail had loosened itself from his waist taking on a more relaxed position as he became drunk on her pheromones. It curled around him it's twitching tip resting against Pan’s exposed thigh. Grasping his tail, gently at first she slid her small hands along the furry appendage, sending him waves of bliss.
    Trunks groaned at her first willing contact, it was heaven. His sensitive tail had never felt so good, the small girl worked her way up from the tip to the base carefully stroking with the fur. Trunks had never felt anything like it his whole body was humming with pleasure. Just as he hit a new high, it all came crashing down. Crippling pain shot from his tail up his spine. Pan had ceased her gentle caresses and was now crushing and violently twisting with all her remaining strength. Trunks howled in pain at the numbing shock, all of his strength left him. His hair returned to it’s normal lavender color as his super saiyajin state faltered.
    Wasting no time, Pan pushed Trunks off her, leaving the fallen Prince wallowing in excruciating pain. She immediately sought her escape scrambling toward the sitting room door. In her rushed state, the door seemed to take forever, it finally released it’s soft beep the light turning from red to green and sliding open. Pan grabbed Trunks’ crumpled training suit from the floor pulling it on as she clambered through the door into the sitting room. She could hear the Prince cursing and staggering as he tried to regain his balance in the other room. She didn't have time to deal with the exit door’s passcode, instead she blasted the panel. It’s charred remains releasing a small puff of black smoke before the stubborn door slid open.
    Pan ran into the hallway, her ki instantly dropping to a minuscule level. Dread formed in her mind as she continued down the hallway as fast as her legs would allow. She couldn't fly, she couldn’t fight, as soon as he recovered she was doomed.
    Adrenaline fueled her as she sped forward on her physical strength alone. She made the first corner towards the exit, but was suddenly swept off her feet, encompassed by two huge arms. She struggled in the hold, kicking and squirming against her captor. Her back was pressed against his broad chest and her feeble struggles and soft grunts of effort only seemed to amuse him. He brought his head down level with her’s inhaling her scent. She was pure and she was powerful, just as he thought. His tongue ran down the length of her slim neck tasting her. Pan froze, no, not again, she was so close to gaining her freedom Her twisting intensified, but made no difference, without her ki she was trapped.
    The large male’s hands slid down grasping by her waist, and turning her to face him. Pan’s struggles temporarily paused as she took in his features for the first time. He wore a golden circlet across his forehead which was peeking out from his between his dark spiky bangs. Hair was the typical saiyajin black and came to rest between his shoulder blades. His eyes were also black, but held a strange power to them. They drew her in, she lost herself in the mesmerizing ki swirling in his onyx depths.
    The male grunted satisfied, with the prize he had captured. He knew who she was, he had seen her the day before. This girl belonged to the Prince, but had somehow escaped his quarters, and was now fleeing for her life. But, what should he do with her? He greatly wanted her for himself, but his duty as a loyal subject of Vegeta-sei was to return her to the Prince.
    He felt himself reacting to her again. Her mouth was now spewing insults and threats, but it just made him grow harder. This was a true saiyajin female. She demanded her freedom, and would not back down, he chuckled at her endearing charm. She had no ki, the bracelet she was wearing made sure of that. Yet, she stood her ground venemently spitting insults at the one who stood in her way, at him.
    He was Brolly the legendary super saiyajin who defeated Frieza and saved his entire race, but this girl knew none of that, she had no idea who she was challenging. He never experienced this kind of thrill before, everyone in the palace and surrounding towns knew him, feared him, and treated him with the utmost respect. He chuckled again as the small female kicked at his chest with the force on an insect. Her fingernails ineffectivly clawed at his arms, without her ki her attacks couldn't even break his skin.
    His mouth suddenly felt dry, and his teeth ached to sink into the tender flesh of her throat and sample her blood. He felt himself reacting more and more to the tiny struggling female in his arms. He had to make a choice, and swiftly while he still had reasoning left in his head. The Kizuna moon’s pull was affecting his judgement. He had just set his mind to absconding with the girl when his king rounded the corner.
    Vegeta’s gaze landed on the massive saiyajin and the struggling girl within his grasp. How did she escape from the boy? He took in Brolly’s over stimulated state cursing. He held his breath hoping to regain the girl without an incident. He had to handle the situation delicately, Brolly was an unmated male, given his strengh and the current phase of the moon this could get messy quickly if he decided against releasing the girl.
    Brolly felt the gaze of his king upon him and mentally cursed. He would have to relinquish his prize, for now. Brolly knelt in respect to his king, unable to salute as he was still holding tightly to his captive. Pan’s struggles didn’t cease with her shifted position, unable to see her king she continued her valiant yet ultimately useless attempt to escape.
    Vegeta took in the scene before him, his most powerful subject securely holding his boy’s wriggling future mate. He could smell the musky arrousal wafting from the legendary saiyajin. The girl had a cut lip, and some bruises, but seemed is good condition overall. He had to plan his next move carefully. He circled around behind Brolly, stopping directly in Pan’s line of sight.
    Pan stilled, lifting her eyes as a dark shadow fell across her. Her vision locked with her king’s condescending smirk and she felt the blood leave her veins, all fight left her, and her body went limp. She had lost, again.
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    I’m a jerk, I know. :p Next chapter is the full Kizuna moon in all it’s glory, I promise.
    Notes: Brolly’s name spelling, technically it is ブロリ (Burorī) which was translated to Broly in english. However, I had a fellow DBZ loving friend, via chatroom, while I was in high school. He lived in England and his chat name was Brolly with two L’s. So, I’m keeping it that way in my story as a tribute to my friend, who I unfortunately lost contact with some time ago. :)
    Brolly will be/is the main source of conflict in this story. As a character I always felt he could have been so much more in the dbz universe. He had so much potential, yet they barely touched on him. Secluding his existence within poorly executed movies. They brought an alternative universe version of him into Dragon Ball Super as Kale which mildly appeased my distaste over the handling of his character. She was not the same, but better than nothing.
    I personally am so sick of Frieza and his constant resurrections and evolutions I could puke. So, he is dead and will stay that way for the duration of this fic. :p
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