Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Plans in Dangerous Roads ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 7 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 250 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 7 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 250 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
Disclaimer : I don't own anything.
Arranged Love
Chapter 16 : Plans in Dangerous Roads
Time had passed, exactly 13 days and 12 nights, and everything seemed satisfactory to the peace of mind of both Pan and Trunks. But something was definitely up. And she was sure that the atmosphere wasn't the thing that was making her queasy.
Trunks had been leaving the room for the past week to look around the place. Looking at training arenas, the kitchens and talking with many of the soldiers that were around them. She could damn it all to hell but she wasn't one to do things recklessly.
She was in and just to make sure that none suspected anything of the saiyans plans. Only a spy could really infiltrate this place. And she wasn't a very good one. Acting was never one of her favorite hobbies.
"Going exploring again," Pan asked, her voice edgy as she saw Trunks moving out toward the door. She was seated in a comforting seat that watched over it.
"Yeah," Trunks answered as he slipped a hand to her belly and softly caressed it.
It unsettled her. Why was he doing that? "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he seemed as surprised as she did. "Guess it was a reflex." He kissed her on the lips. Everything in, nothing left untouched. "I just can't keep my hands off of you."
Pan watched closely as the door opened and closed behind him. He sure seemed in high spirits. She just hoped that he wasn't getting into any trouble around.
But just how to tell it.
She had no clue to how let the bombshell fall. It was so easy to think of the scene, but then when he was there, she could never get her mouth to open and actually get her thoughts out. She was always stunned by her uncontrolled fear. And fear of what she didn't know.
She was nineteen years old and she knew a lot of things that most of her people had no clue to. She was also of a powerful race that always gave her courage to face her troubles. But this was something uncontrollable. She didn't know why but maybe it was the conflicting emotions that swirled around her.
She knew what she had to do. But how to do it was not something she could just front and do. And especially now that they were at a distant planet in which she knew everyone would be happy to throw her in a cold and dark room and let her die of hunger.
Still, remembering him and what she was thinking of was not something that really cleared so carefully. She groaned at herself. She didn't even know where she was going with this. All this meant was that she had to be extra careful and tell Trunks.
The second wasn't going to be easy.
She spared a glance at the walls that seemed to enclose her in. They were drowning her in with their pale colors and heights. Growling, she stood from her seat and decided to venture to the outside. She had to find him and say something now.
He was starting to suspect of something. But she had to tell him now before he would draw his own conclusions.
The door opened and she started to make her way out when she drew back startled. Two what she guessed to be generals of some sort stood at the door. They were arguing, but she didn't understand anything. They turned to her and spoke.
Pressing for her translator, she waited for them to speak to her again.
"Prince Cooler requests your presence to deal with a matter," the one at her right said.
"He's instructed us to take you to one of the training areas."
"Alright," now this she wasn't expecting.
They arrived at the designated place it seemed. She went through the door and the guards disappeared. That was just what she needed. To be alone with one of the big ones. No, really, she wasn't just being sarcastic.
"Pan Son," the voice startled her. It was so close, and she hadn't sensed anything. "Why were you sent?"
Cooler moved from her back and walked slowly, totally in control beside her. His hands were at his back, his tail lamely running through the floor.
"You seem inexperienced in such manner of politics to have been appointed in high authority," Cooler informed her, having stopped circling her.
"I am inexperienced," she clearly answered. She wasn't going to back down on this. "It's the first time I actually come to a distant planet to play cordial and smile at everything that is being said."
Cooler blinked at her frankness. Why had she just said that? He knew that a true spy wasn't to answer out the question. They always evaded or hided what was actually being asked. But she had done that. She still hadn't answered.
"I'm here because I am a person with the qualifications for the contract that has been sent." She went up to his original question. "My job is to play curtsy and get it signed and stated."
"You seem too outright to know the full play of politics," Cooler let his thoughts play out loud.
"That's just one thing," Pan already had an answer to his comment. "This is not a game, but a contract that has the power of keeping planets and it's people alive. It's not a game of farce between politicians but a way of maintaining life in the galaxy."
"Those thoughts don't make a good politician."
"I don't care," she spit out as soon as he finished. "It's my job and I do it with all my faculties. I have no reason to play behind farces for something that I do not need." Her eyes cringed at him. "I have nothing to hide as everything is out in the table. So therefore, I have no reason to play politician with anyone."
Screw it all, she was a great actress. He seemed to be weighting his thoughts and what to do next. But to his expression, she seemed to have answered what he wanted to know.
"And now, if that's what you needed to discuss," she turned and advanced toward the door.
"You make a great politician," Cooler said before she even placed three steps. "I can't tell what you're hiding or why. That's a great distinction."
"As I said, I don't care what you think." The door opened automatically, and closed as she stepped out of the room. She was right at the door, she heard clearly the mocking laugh that was released in the room.
You just had to hate the bad guys. But it was still too close to the mark for her to even let it drop. Something was up. Suspicion was always the first step toward problems. She knew that too well.
Knowing that she would be all alone if she was to return to her designated room, Pan decided to go to the cafeteria which she had visited in a tour of the place by the high secretaries. At least there she would be surrounded by living creatures and not just the pastels of the walls.
As she entered the room, she scanned the area. No, Trunks didn't seem to be here. She just knew that he was going to get into trouble in one of his exploring times. But she had no say on what happened. Or what he did. Although she really wanted to.
There were plenty of chairs and tables in which to sit in. She choose one close to the walls. She didn't want her back to any of the warriors within the place. It was enough that they would talk of her, but she wasn't going to let them do it behind her back.
Let's just see what this place has to offer.
Watching always told you the efficiency of your enemy. And that's what she did. All warriors were of different strengths and efficiency. It was a variable of high and low powers. And it seemed that not one of them seemed to like the other. Never traveling in packs or in races. There was nothing that associated them together.
Nothing but competition that is.
A group had huddled together for the last hour, each minute passing by, the more that reunited around the same table. It seemed a sport or all of just strength.
It was the normal arm wrestling that was played on Earth. Now that was something hilarious. All tried their hands at it. Loosing, winning and rematches in question of cheating. It was always funny to watch experienced fighters get into this sort of thing.
But it seemed that one of them was the actual winner. Every time he was challenged, he won. He seemed to be of an insect species but of violet coloring. His eyes narrowed and a smirk of overconfidence always played. He was the star it seemed.
And every time he was challenged or challenged anyone, he pulled on certain strength. He was overconfident, but he had the rough power to back it up.
Maybe she should try it. It had been years since she had indulged herself into the sport. The last time being her uncle who always pulled a win. How she hated his smug face, knowing that he was always stronger in the strength department.
But this was a different venue. But she shouldn't. And she wouldn't. She was not to boast her powers to anyone. Taking another line of thinking, she returned to her original thought. Just where the hell was Trunks every time he left the suite for hours?
"Hey, lady!" One of the men creatures shouted at her direction. Blinking at the calling, Pan turned her gaze at the commotion. "Yeah," she saw a similar creature from the one she had been studying motioning to her. "Want to give it a try?"
She saw the smiles coming from all around. "We know that all saiyans are trained and have strength." He accentuated gruffly. "You're all warriors."
If he only knew that she was half saiyan only. And that the taunts of pride didn't work that much with her. Too much as she saw the smiles of reeling in a new fish to kill.
"Why not?" She replied to his taunt with a careless shrug. Who in the world knew who invented the game? But she knew every little thing about it.
A line parted and let her advance toward the table. One of the contestants moved out of the chair as she sat down to face her opponent. Both put in their hands in position and let the pull begin.
Assessing the power, at the sign, the shouts started. Pan moved her hand in both ways, back to see how much strength her opponent was using, and forth to see how much was used to counter use her moves. She wouldn't say that he was slow. He had tremendous strength considering.
These people were certainly no pushovers. That she knew. And it was over.
She wasn't going to be pushed around and for that she had to prove it. His opponents hand was at the table, her own on top.
"That wasn't so hard," she taunted to all. "Anyone else want to try some." The shouts started. Everyone was ready to take her on it seemed. She smiled grimly. At least this way she was going to have some fun.
* * *
"Oh, come on," Schial groaned as her eyes started to close. Why had there to be a malfunction on the damn pod now. Earth was at eyes distance, only a mile until entering the atmosphere.
"I need to be awake to set the coordinates for landing," she opened her eyes, keying in only half of the numbers before her hand fell limb. It was just her luck that the sleeping gas was programmed to take effect just at that time.
The atmosphere overtook, the pod rattled. And that was the only thing she remembered. She left the land of the living.
The pod soared through the air, roaring through the skies, taking the attention of everything in it's path. People froze, stared and screamed as the red inferno of light passed through the air. It's screaming path bleeding ears and rattling the windows of houses.
It was too close. They all saw. Something was wrong. It entered the city's space. It crashed the top of a sky liner, a trashing sound of the new building shattering the sounds. The shots of explosion in impact was enough to have the people running and screaming for safety.
It cruised over the city, nothing else coming into it's path. It broke just outside. The enormous hole at the earth enough to have onlookers stare. It was one of the ships from years before. They were back.
Ambulances struck, fire trucks blared. All came to the site.
But unlike before, no one emerged. Something was terribly wrong. The rescuers moved carefully. Knowing that the pod would not release any killing gasses or terrible things that was careful. It was just a carrier.
The sirens blared and the people were warned of the crash. Just a matter of time before Chichi and Gohan with Videl arrived at the scene.
The pod wasn't opening. Only force could wring it open.
"There's someone inside," Chichi said to her son and sister in law. "There always is."
"Then something happened inside," Gohan and Videl moved through the throngs of people who let them pass. They knew the saiyamen were here. They knew what to do and deal with the situation.
"I'll have to open it," Gohan said to Videl as they shooed the rescuers back.
"Pressure will be off," Videl warned as she pulled them back.
Opening a panel, Gohan pressed the code. Wind hinged from the sides. The opening door took off a hinge. But enough for him to pry open. And that's what he did.
Chichi and Videl advanced as Gohan opened it enough halfway. It was open enough to look inside. Chichi's breath hitched as she saw the black hair and the gash at her forehead. She was just out.
"Is it Pan?" Was the first question that she asked. Only the hair was visible to her.
"No," Gohan said as he took the woman out. Her arms hanged as with him running, he took it to the ambulance waiting. "Take her to the Romington Hall." He ordered. He was pushed aside, the rescuers started to monitor her breathing, her heart, and her main points.
The ambulance took off. And Gohan had the awful feeling that he had seen that girl before. A girl to his eyes. And no tail. She looked like a saiyan, but not tail. Something was wrong.
"Gohan," Videl called back to the site. He walked back. His mind still on the face of the victim. She looked so much like Pan.
"I'm here," he said as he approached. "What is it?"
"Look," she pointed to the metallic suitcase that was still inside the pod.
Waiting for nothing else, he took it out. The familiar ensemble and material. It was from them. The new contract had arrived. But why without warning. It wasn't supposed to be until two month concurring. Something was off in the plans.
"It has to be urgent for them to do this," Videl and Chichi were right beside him as they were showed away from the site. The people were already there to take the pod away. It was to be secured.
"I know," Gohan breathed in for the first time in three weeks. Maybe the saiyan would have an account to why Goten hadn't still arrived from Vegetasei.
"Mother," he instructed Chichi. "Take this to Mr. Briefs. Tell him of what happened. Videl and I are going to the hospital. I have some things to ask of our little visitor."
"Right away," taking she suitcase in her hands. She parted company. The lingering people watched in wonder as the suitcase shined from the contact with the sun's rays. Those old enough knew of it's importance. They still had the memory of those years before when account of other planets was made.
"I have a feeling something is afoot." Videl said to her husband as they levitated and took off toward the hospital. "I just hope she won't be out for long."
"Me too," the sense of worry was somewhat alleviated. But still it prickled. There had been no communication from his brother for two weeks. And his trip back was taking too much time.
Running through the halls, they were moved to the right direction. They were to wait until they were done with the tests. Blood was also being taken. Everything was computerized. All they needed was a little blood and all your history would come out. In just a few minutes they could confirm that she was saiyan, as she had no family whatsoever in the human department.
She was wheeled into one of the rooms. All they needed was to set her up and tell them just how long the sleep would take place.
"Miss Videl," the doctor greeted her as he saw her. "Hello Gohan," he said to the other man with the same familiarity. "It's good to see you here."
"Was it really necessary to take her blood?" Videl asked, smiling.
"Standard procedure I'm afraid," he replied. "I'll just have to wait five minutes to get the computer's analysis and that will be all."
"How long will she be out?" Gohan asked. He needed to ask his questions.
"For some hours," the doctor concluded. "You can wait until she recovers but it's the same thing if I just call to when she wakes."
"We'll wait," Videl responded as she and Gohan exchanged glances.
"Alright," the doctor wasn't going to argue. "I'll look for you two when I get the time to read the results." He glanced at his watch. "I have a patient to see right now. I'll be back."
"Thanks Dr. Ryley."
"Nothing to thank girl," the old man smiled as he walked away from the couple. "Just doing my job."
"I've always liked him," Gohan said at the moving figure.
"Me too," both walked toward the room. Entered and sat at the visitor sofa. Videl placed her back to his chest, his arms going around her stomach. He pulled her toward him. They had a long wait.
* * *
"The ship is off," Agatha's voice filled the room. Somehow, it was a tense moment for everyone on. Who knew why that was. It was a hitch to travel in space. Maybe it was the importance of the cargo. The plants.
"Thank God," Bulma uttered as she and Bardock started to turn back toward her lab. She still had plans that needed to be filed and labeled.
"All we need now is to figure out how to keep all those pods ready for the time."
"Still, part of the population is going to die," Vegeta stated as he joined them on their way back. "Better than all of them dieing with no warning."
"Let's just hope we can pull it off," Bardock said as he turned toward one of his classes. He had things to do.
"With Agatha in space, we can do anything," said Vegeta with force. "She has it all together."
"How I hate it when people talk about me," Agatha sneezed again. Her allergies were going to play with her all the way. And she needed to make a stop on her way too.
This was the second time in her whole life that she was involved in a search and rescue mission that didn't actually need a rescuer. Or that no one else knew about. It wasn't going to be easy to teleport to a moving ship, but she would be able to do it anyway.
All she had to do was make sure that ship she was on passed on through their star system and she was free to leave the ship to it's own devised. It was programmed to do every step of the way with no interruptions. It didn't need her, and she was planning to be where she was needed.
"Here I go again."
* * *
"You have to hate this," Bra said to Goten as they sat. They have been on a ship to Cold's planet for a whole week and who knew how much time it would take to actually get them there.
All of the prisoners had been rounded out and taken to a ship that she would guess was to the planet. No more women had been taken, as it seemed that there were no more concubines needed. Oh, yes. They all knew what would happen.
Now there was no one at the ship that really mattered. There were no prisoners on the ship, and if not stopped, more would be taken.
"I didn't know it would take so much time to get there," Goten said as Bra rested her head on his chest. Their new friend watched in wonder as the pair interacted. She was just a child it seemed.
"She'll be fine," Bra smiled at the child that looked away. "She's just shy."
"Are we going by another star system?" He asked, Bra only nodded. That explained a lot of things.
"Is there something in our ship that actually needs to be saved?" Bra asked him as she traced his fingers.
"Not really," he responded. "I have all the information needed with me."
"Good," she dropped the subject, taking her hand and started to work on her watch.
Goten was curious by the beeping as she implemented it. "What are you doing?"
"Exterminating some pests." She answered curtly, the password put. "Bye assholes." A long beep took the attention of everyone inside the cell.
"What did you just did?" Goten asked worried as a guard approached the cell without their knowledge. Their translators were on.
"I just blew our ship, therefore, their ship is no more." She closed her eyes, and burrowed herself deep in his arms.
The information reached the guard, who snickered at her remark. What great imaginations were there. He walked toward the main bridge in where their leader was spread. Frowns and beeps was his only answer.
"What happened?" He asked another at the bridge.
"We've lost contact with the main ship." He replied. "It's out of communications."
"The ship is lost," their commander stated. "Everyone's dead."
"But how?" Asked the guard.
"Who knows." the bridge man answered.
"Something happened," the commander's eyes narrowed.
"Sir," the guard interrupted. "I heard a discussion in between our new prisoners. The female said that she blew their ship on our ship."
"What?" The commander growled. "How?"
"She was fumbling with a transmitter at her wrist. I think it's new technology."
"It seems like it," the commander's mouth turned upwards. Maybe it was time to have some fun with the pretty female. "Bring her to the chambers. It's time we found out just what race she is."
"Yes sir," the guard left right away.
"Continue with the course," he turned out of the place and moved toward his chambers. She was a pretty female. He had noticed at the first time that he had seen her come out of her ship. She was also a spunky one. Should be great in bed.
"He's always getting the best," the creature at the bridge muttered to himself. There was no chance now to the female. He wouldn't want to be in her shoes right about now. They were always broken. Never good enough. She was going to be wasted on him.
"Come on," a guard shouted as he ran through the cells.
Everyone stared in wonder at the commotion.
"It seems they found out," Bra smiled, still keeping her eyes closed.
The guard from before appeared before the cell door and put the key in. All the women cowered in their places. That meant that someone was going to be taken away.
"You!" The guard said to the couple on the floor. Goten's arms tightened around her as Bra opened her eyes.
"What?" She asked normally. There was nothing in her tone to alert of any nervousness.
"Captain wants to see you girl," he sneered as he entered, waiting to see what was going to happen. He knew that her companion was strong, but only in physical, not in heavy energy.
"Bra," Goten looked at her as she moved away from him and disengaged her arms. She pushed behind her neck.
"Don't worry about me," she passively told her. "I can take care of myself."
"You're in the fire," Goten said to her in the language that no one could understand.
"I know," she stood up. "Don't get up."
The girl beside them burst into tears. "They're taking her."
"Don't worry," she assured her in the language. She didn't need a translator to speak it. "I'm going," she sneered back at the impatient guard.
"Goten," she said , the guard locking the door. "Five minutes. We're taking over."
He nodded, his eyes set in his watch. Seeing the crying girl, he put his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder. There was no need to fret. Five minutes would be all he had to wait.
He watched closely. Just a few more seconds. And it was time. "Honey," he said to the child. "I need to get up."
"She's going to die," the child said as Goten put her in the corner. He was sick of this imprisoned life. He walked to the cell rails and tested their strength. They were powerful. He observed and studied to lock. He could break that. Making a small energy ball, he pushed it to the little hole. It exploded, only smoke being released.
"We're getting out of here," he said to the others. He pulled the door open and looked back. "Come on."
The small girl in a slumber phase got up and took his hand. He led her out of the place to the way that he saw the guard take Bra. He passed a crowded room which he guessed to be the bridge.
"Go find Bra," he pushed the girl forward down the hallway. She obeyed his command without a look back.
He waited until she was out of range when he powered up. He went up to Super Saiyan 1 and pushed further to the second stage. "Time to have some fun."
* * *
Bra followed the guard, she didn't know why her hands weren't restrained. Maybe they thought she wasn't going to put up a fight with them. Oh, how wrong were they.
She guessed that she was being taken toward the quarters of the creature she and Goten had seen observing them as they had been taken. A shiver crawled over her flesh, how she was going to enjoy this. Joy.
She was pushed into a chamber that she knew she wasn't going to like being in. It reeked of odors she couldn't place. She might as well sit down and wait.
"You're a beautiful female," the violet creature entered. The odor increased. Now she knew where it came from.
"So I've been told," she responded passively as she put her feet on the table and crossed them.
"Tranquil too."
"Thanks," her eyes spoke of boredom.
He approached her, in a predatory manner. He set himself before her. "Just what race are you?" He reached for her.
Bra didn't move out of the way. He reached for her hair, one thing that she could stomach. That he could touch. "Um, soft." He assessed the rest of her.
"I wash it often," she bit out as she pulled her hair from his grasp. She stood up from her seat and walked toward one of the windows of the room. The planets and stars moved from it's moving pace.
"Great," he approached her again. "You still haven't answered."
"You wouldn't believe me," she replied.
"Just tell me." He could tell she knew what was going on. But he couldn't feel or see any fear present. She wasn't scared of him. But she was defiant.
"Alright," she walked toward him. There was a directness in her eyes that made him stop in his steps. She was the one who approached now.
"I have always despised yuranians because of their two faced values. It's like contracts don't even get their attention. One had the nerve to kidnap my mother under my father's eye and got punished for it. Lackeys of Cold will not get any mercy from this hemisphere. You were all on your last string for safety, but you guys just broke it."
"Come here," he lunged for her, taking her hands in a grip with his own. She pushed back, but he didn't let go. He pulled with a force that could have crushed any normal creature but only got her close to his body. Oh yes, she was going to last through it all. She was going to be good.
"Let go of me," her cold voice only infuriated him further.
"Sorry kid," he whispered as he dragged her toward his bed. "But I plan to have some fun with you." He ran his tongue on her neck. She even tasted good.
Her wriggling only got him more excited.
"I was not finished." In a second, she had him off of her and threw him on the bed. She stood in her place. "I am part human, part saiyan." To get it across him, she powered up. Half a minute later she had changed. Her hair turned pasture green, her eyes a pale hue of green that almost came in yellow.
"The daughter of King Vegeta and the last person you'll ever see in your life. I despise you for breaking our contract. I hate you because you are a creature of no principles that will take everything by force. And I will kill you because you're scum." Waiting for nothing else, she shot an energy blast through his skull.
She had never been a fan of killing. But exterminating creatures that had no place in the universe for their ways, she did not care for those.
His blood was running through the material of the bed. She turned away from the sight with disgust. Walking to a basin, she ran water through her fingers and cleaned her neck. She took all of the slime's smell off. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her energy, getting back to her normal self.
Glancing at the watch, she saw that it was pass her time limit for Goten. How had he managed?
The door to the room opened suddenly. Bra turned, ready to throw an energy blast to the intruder when she saw her new friend look inside.
"Bra!" She shouted happily. "You're alive."
"Yeah," she took the girl in a hug. She could see the trail of tears that had ran down her face. She pulled her toward the basin and cleaned her teary and dark face. She had a fair complexion.
"Come on," the girl pulled urgently. "He's fighting them all alone."
"Goten?" Bra offered the name.
"Yes," the girl turned her eyes to the bed and shrieked at the splattered creature.
"Don't watch darling," Bra turned her back toward her.
"He's dead?"
"He's dead," taking the girls hands in her own, they parted the room. "And don't worry, Goten can take care of himself."
"Just like you," the girl remarked as she remembered her smile as she was taken.
"Yeah." Bra entered the room, finding blood splattered in many places and one attendant cowering at a corner. Goten was standing menacing, looming over the figure.
"Don't scare him to death Goten," Bra said as she placed Mairan at the only seat that wasn't splattered in blood. "We'll need to keep him alive."
"You're okay," His breathing somewhat deepened.
"I'm fine," she walked toward one of the controls and studied the unit. "The commander was nothing that I couldn't handle."
"What are you?" The creature whimpered as he heard her comment.
Bra smirked. It was time to show some political fear around. "I'm Bra, princess of Vegetasei. Daughter of King Vegeta and sister of Trunks, prince of Vegetasei."
The terror that passed through his face was all the answer to her statement that she would ever need. She was satisfied. If that and their heritage didn't make him do whatever they wanted, well, his loss. He was going to be all alone in a ship of renegades.
"Give me a kiss," she said to Goten. He happily obliged her. It had been weeks since he had been able to kiss her. Only touch. Bra put her arms around his neck, pulling him down with force. She was needy with his own touch. She needed to get the creep's touch out of her skin. His own hands moved to her waist, moving to her middle where he touched bare skin.
It was soft and warm. He used his mouth to incite and ignite her, just as much as touching her was affecting him. He succeeded.
"I missed that," her heart beat was loudly ringing in her ears. She was bothered. There was a pull down, her belly in a fight against the images that her mind was producing.
"Me too," he placed a kiss on her temple. "I love you."
"I desire you," she replied in turn. "As much as I love you."
She could see the fire burning in his eyes. And she felt the hardness down bellow. Her eyes said later. He smiled at it and blinked down to restrain himself. He did.
"I can handle the ship," she told him, pulling slowly out of his arms. "Make sure that our little prisoner doesn't move Goten."
"Sure."
Bra walked to Mairan. "Stay here, I'm going to check on the rest of our friends."
She nodded, awe in her eyes to know that she was standing in front of a princess. "Good. I'll take care of any other resistance I might encounter."
"Be careful," warned Goten.
"I will," she smirked. "You're not the only Super Saiyan around here."
"No, you're not." The female voice entered the room startling all of it's occupants.
Both Goten and Bra looked in surprise to the familiar voice. "Agatha? What are you doing here?"
"Nothing really," she smiled at both of them. She went to the control panel of the ship and revised the set course for the ship. "I just need to blow up a planet."
* * *
"I can't believe this," King Cold muttered as he just stared at the surveillance camera. It was one in the cafeteria in which Pan had been taking on warriors that wanted to test her strength with their on. The play had been going on for hours now, but there was always some new challenger. Her hand was beginning to hurt for being grabbed so many times.
"I can," Cooler said behind his father. He could have chuckled at his father's stupidity. He should know better than to think that the person sent would be weaker than Cold's worriers. He should have thought that his father would have learned from the past.
How he became a king and was never overthrow-ed just was beside him. Ok, so Cold had been and still was stronger than Freeza had ever been, but Cooler was another things entirely.
He looked at his while hand, flexing his three fingers and thinking of the damage that it could do to his father. He didn't even have an idea that he was stronger than he had been years ago. He was even stronger than the average Super Saiyan.
Which meant that he was stronger than King Vegeta and his prized son, Prince Trunks. How he would like to go over and kill the bastards. They had made a mockery of their family by defeating Freeza and making his father sign the contract and treaty.
Just one touch and it would all be over with. But he had to bide his time correctly. The saiyans would get their punishment soon enough. Just with their little seed in, he had speed up the destruction of the planet. And they had no idea.
Just one more day and it was over with. He had timed it right. His stupid brother had thought that he could control the saiyans with his strength. He had never been one to rationalize and make strategies that would back up his botch up fighting skills.
Just to think, some hours only before the planet would explode and the saiyans would be extinct to some degree. Some would still be scattered but there would never be a chance of populating a planet again.
And then, there was the send missionary. Pan. She was the mirror image of a saiyan. And had the strength and spunk to carry out the genes and authority of the race.
He would keep her as a trophy. Everyone would cower throughout the whole universe for his name. After the contract became obsolete, he would make her do his bidding and go throughout the galaxy making each planet his own.
Yeah, he looked again toward the camera. More people had come to see as if an spectacle. She drew in a lot of attention. She would be perfect for his needs. Perfect.
And then, more entered the scene. Wasn't that her bodyguard?
Trunks arrived at the cafeteria just in time to see Pan throw down another match. She was smiling as more piled up in line to get in to test her strength. Just what the hell had she been thinking?
"Pan," he called as he parted warriors out of his way. She looked up when she heard him call his name and just smiled.
"Hey," she motioned for him to come closer. "I was looking for you but I joined the game."
"Why were you looking for me?" He asked worried. Had something happened.
"I forget," she answered slyly taken over the impulse to just keep him guessing. "Hold on."
She prepared again, and it came again. It was taking her more time now because her right hand was exhausted. She was sure that she wasn't going to be able to take another one of these people again.
"Sorry," she smiled again at her opponent and passed her hand over her bruised arm. Her fingers her red from all the grabbing and gripping. Plus, she had mark of fingers that were leaving bruises.
"You should stop," Trunks muttered as he saw the state her hand was in. "You should put some ice on that hand. Just how many did you challenge?"
"I didn't challenge anyone," she clarified. "They did, and I lost count after the first 50."
"First 50?" He could barely get the number out of his mouth.
A servant girl behind her cleared her throat gaining her attention. "It's been 89."
"You've been counting," Pan cheered herself. She had never thought she would do this in her life. The girl blushed at her outburst.
"Yeah," Trunks looked at everyone around them warily. "I think we should go back to the room."
"I think so too." She started to get up when she saw the guy that had started it all. He was about to speak again. There she went again.
"Why don't you go against him?" He signaled to Trunks. "I'm sure he won't mind going against you."
Pan looked at the creature and then at the others. They seemed to want to see this. But damn it, her arm hurt. Then, she saw the knowing grins in all of them and Trunks response.
"No."
"Why not?" She asked him. Not because she wanted or was going to do it but because she just wanted to know.
"Because I don't want to arm wrestle with you. We do enough of that."
"Oh, come on," the creature kidded. "It's just a few moment. It won't kill you."
"It won't but no." He seemed to be resilient about his answer. That was enough.
Pan sat back down at the table and looked at him decisively. "Come on." She game him one of her inviting smiles. "I want to find out who's stronger."
"We won't find out with your arm like that," he did have a point.
"Let's use our left arms," she counter-answered. "Come on."
He knew he shouldn't. But he wasn't going to be left alone until he agreed. He assented. A chair was given to him. They sat facing each other. Each put their respective left hand on the table and each one gripped with enough strength to hold on.
"Why are we doing this?" Trunks asked before starting.
"Because it'll be fun." She answered and counted down. "3, 2, One!"
And it began. She pushed to the right, he pushed to his right.
The power shift began with Pan gaining ground. She pushed with all of her strength. "Why did you come to see me." Trunks got out before his struggle to gain back his ground.
"Because I had to tell you something before I lost my nerve." Pan managed to say as she used all of her strength to stop Trunks from pushing her hand. She was failing miserably. The whole place was quiet. Each warrior looking into the reflection of strength in between the two interlopers.
"And what would that be?" Trunks asked as he was sure of victory. The faster they got this over with, the better. And he was just half way there to victory.
"That," Pan gritted out. "I'm pregnant."
That was enough to shatter his concentration. Pan mused as she felt his strength give out, making it just easy to win. And that's just what she did.
She looked up at his face as his hand hit the table and almost cringed. He was as white as a sheet, his eyes open wide and his mouth open. He just stared forward as if through her.
Many around them groaned, some cheered or just stood quiet. But it all got silenced pretty soon as they noticed that the man was still unmoving.
"He's out cold, isn't he?" Pan asked the girl as someone touched him in the shoulder. His body leaned forward, and hit the table right in his face. Pan cringed at the sound. That was the biggest smack that Pan had ever heard. Even worst than her slap.
"Yep," she answered her own question. "Just peachy. I tell him one of the greatest news in the world and he faints."
Growling at his lack of immunity to hard news, she muttered. "So like a prince, isn't it?"
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This is the biggest chapter of this story. Over 7000 words in here. And it didn't take me a long time to write it. If this goes on like this, this story will be done by next week. Which it will be. One more chapter and an epilogue left people.
I really hope you're enjoyed this story so far.
See you all later,
Moon Star
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Arranged Love
Chapter 16 : Plans in Dangerous Roads
Time had passed, exactly 13 days and 12 nights, and everything seemed satisfactory to the peace of mind of both Pan and Trunks. But something was definitely up. And she was sure that the atmosphere wasn't the thing that was making her queasy.
Trunks had been leaving the room for the past week to look around the place. Looking at training arenas, the kitchens and talking with many of the soldiers that were around them. She could damn it all to hell but she wasn't one to do things recklessly.
She was in and just to make sure that none suspected anything of the saiyans plans. Only a spy could really infiltrate this place. And she wasn't a very good one. Acting was never one of her favorite hobbies.
"Going exploring again," Pan asked, her voice edgy as she saw Trunks moving out toward the door. She was seated in a comforting seat that watched over it.
"Yeah," Trunks answered as he slipped a hand to her belly and softly caressed it.
It unsettled her. Why was he doing that? "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he seemed as surprised as she did. "Guess it was a reflex." He kissed her on the lips. Everything in, nothing left untouched. "I just can't keep my hands off of you."
Pan watched closely as the door opened and closed behind him. He sure seemed in high spirits. She just hoped that he wasn't getting into any trouble around.
But just how to tell it.
She had no clue to how let the bombshell fall. It was so easy to think of the scene, but then when he was there, she could never get her mouth to open and actually get her thoughts out. She was always stunned by her uncontrolled fear. And fear of what she didn't know.
She was nineteen years old and she knew a lot of things that most of her people had no clue to. She was also of a powerful race that always gave her courage to face her troubles. But this was something uncontrollable. She didn't know why but maybe it was the conflicting emotions that swirled around her.
She knew what she had to do. But how to do it was not something she could just front and do. And especially now that they were at a distant planet in which she knew everyone would be happy to throw her in a cold and dark room and let her die of hunger.
Still, remembering him and what she was thinking of was not something that really cleared so carefully. She groaned at herself. She didn't even know where she was going with this. All this meant was that she had to be extra careful and tell Trunks.
The second wasn't going to be easy.
She spared a glance at the walls that seemed to enclose her in. They were drowning her in with their pale colors and heights. Growling, she stood from her seat and decided to venture to the outside. She had to find him and say something now.
He was starting to suspect of something. But she had to tell him now before he would draw his own conclusions.
The door opened and she started to make her way out when she drew back startled. Two what she guessed to be generals of some sort stood at the door. They were arguing, but she didn't understand anything. They turned to her and spoke.
Pressing for her translator, she waited for them to speak to her again.
"Prince Cooler requests your presence to deal with a matter," the one at her right said.
"He's instructed us to take you to one of the training areas."
"Alright," now this she wasn't expecting.
They arrived at the designated place it seemed. She went through the door and the guards disappeared. That was just what she needed. To be alone with one of the big ones. No, really, she wasn't just being sarcastic.
"Pan Son," the voice startled her. It was so close, and she hadn't sensed anything. "Why were you sent?"
Cooler moved from her back and walked slowly, totally in control beside her. His hands were at his back, his tail lamely running through the floor.
"You seem inexperienced in such manner of politics to have been appointed in high authority," Cooler informed her, having stopped circling her.
"I am inexperienced," she clearly answered. She wasn't going to back down on this. "It's the first time I actually come to a distant planet to play cordial and smile at everything that is being said."
Cooler blinked at her frankness. Why had she just said that? He knew that a true spy wasn't to answer out the question. They always evaded or hided what was actually being asked. But she had done that. She still hadn't answered.
"I'm here because I am a person with the qualifications for the contract that has been sent." She went up to his original question. "My job is to play curtsy and get it signed and stated."
"You seem too outright to know the full play of politics," Cooler let his thoughts play out loud.
"That's just one thing," Pan already had an answer to his comment. "This is not a game, but a contract that has the power of keeping planets and it's people alive. It's not a game of farce between politicians but a way of maintaining life in the galaxy."
"Those thoughts don't make a good politician."
"I don't care," she spit out as soon as he finished. "It's my job and I do it with all my faculties. I have no reason to play behind farces for something that I do not need." Her eyes cringed at him. "I have nothing to hide as everything is out in the table. So therefore, I have no reason to play politician with anyone."
Screw it all, she was a great actress. He seemed to be weighting his thoughts and what to do next. But to his expression, she seemed to have answered what he wanted to know.
"And now, if that's what you needed to discuss," she turned and advanced toward the door.
"You make a great politician," Cooler said before she even placed three steps. "I can't tell what you're hiding or why. That's a great distinction."
"As I said, I don't care what you think." The door opened automatically, and closed as she stepped out of the room. She was right at the door, she heard clearly the mocking laugh that was released in the room.
You just had to hate the bad guys. But it was still too close to the mark for her to even let it drop. Something was up. Suspicion was always the first step toward problems. She knew that too well.
Knowing that she would be all alone if she was to return to her designated room, Pan decided to go to the cafeteria which she had visited in a tour of the place by the high secretaries. At least there she would be surrounded by living creatures and not just the pastels of the walls.
As she entered the room, she scanned the area. No, Trunks didn't seem to be here. She just knew that he was going to get into trouble in one of his exploring times. But she had no say on what happened. Or what he did. Although she really wanted to.
There were plenty of chairs and tables in which to sit in. She choose one close to the walls. She didn't want her back to any of the warriors within the place. It was enough that they would talk of her, but she wasn't going to let them do it behind her back.
Let's just see what this place has to offer.
Watching always told you the efficiency of your enemy. And that's what she did. All warriors were of different strengths and efficiency. It was a variable of high and low powers. And it seemed that not one of them seemed to like the other. Never traveling in packs or in races. There was nothing that associated them together.
Nothing but competition that is.
A group had huddled together for the last hour, each minute passing by, the more that reunited around the same table. It seemed a sport or all of just strength.
It was the normal arm wrestling that was played on Earth. Now that was something hilarious. All tried their hands at it. Loosing, winning and rematches in question of cheating. It was always funny to watch experienced fighters get into this sort of thing.
But it seemed that one of them was the actual winner. Every time he was challenged, he won. He seemed to be of an insect species but of violet coloring. His eyes narrowed and a smirk of overconfidence always played. He was the star it seemed.
And every time he was challenged or challenged anyone, he pulled on certain strength. He was overconfident, but he had the rough power to back it up.
Maybe she should try it. It had been years since she had indulged herself into the sport. The last time being her uncle who always pulled a win. How she hated his smug face, knowing that he was always stronger in the strength department.
But this was a different venue. But she shouldn't. And she wouldn't. She was not to boast her powers to anyone. Taking another line of thinking, she returned to her original thought. Just where the hell was Trunks every time he left the suite for hours?
"Hey, lady!" One of the men creatures shouted at her direction. Blinking at the calling, Pan turned her gaze at the commotion. "Yeah," she saw a similar creature from the one she had been studying motioning to her. "Want to give it a try?"
She saw the smiles coming from all around. "We know that all saiyans are trained and have strength." He accentuated gruffly. "You're all warriors."
If he only knew that she was half saiyan only. And that the taunts of pride didn't work that much with her. Too much as she saw the smiles of reeling in a new fish to kill.
"Why not?" She replied to his taunt with a careless shrug. Who in the world knew who invented the game? But she knew every little thing about it.
A line parted and let her advance toward the table. One of the contestants moved out of the chair as she sat down to face her opponent. Both put in their hands in position and let the pull begin.
Assessing the power, at the sign, the shouts started. Pan moved her hand in both ways, back to see how much strength her opponent was using, and forth to see how much was used to counter use her moves. She wouldn't say that he was slow. He had tremendous strength considering.
These people were certainly no pushovers. That she knew. And it was over.
She wasn't going to be pushed around and for that she had to prove it. His opponents hand was at the table, her own on top.
"That wasn't so hard," she taunted to all. "Anyone else want to try some." The shouts started. Everyone was ready to take her on it seemed. She smiled grimly. At least this way she was going to have some fun.
* * *
"Oh, come on," Schial groaned as her eyes started to close. Why had there to be a malfunction on the damn pod now. Earth was at eyes distance, only a mile until entering the atmosphere.
"I need to be awake to set the coordinates for landing," she opened her eyes, keying in only half of the numbers before her hand fell limb. It was just her luck that the sleeping gas was programmed to take effect just at that time.
The atmosphere overtook, the pod rattled. And that was the only thing she remembered. She left the land of the living.
The pod soared through the air, roaring through the skies, taking the attention of everything in it's path. People froze, stared and screamed as the red inferno of light passed through the air. It's screaming path bleeding ears and rattling the windows of houses.
It was too close. They all saw. Something was wrong. It entered the city's space. It crashed the top of a sky liner, a trashing sound of the new building shattering the sounds. The shots of explosion in impact was enough to have the people running and screaming for safety.
It cruised over the city, nothing else coming into it's path. It broke just outside. The enormous hole at the earth enough to have onlookers stare. It was one of the ships from years before. They were back.
Ambulances struck, fire trucks blared. All came to the site.
But unlike before, no one emerged. Something was terribly wrong. The rescuers moved carefully. Knowing that the pod would not release any killing gasses or terrible things that was careful. It was just a carrier.
The sirens blared and the people were warned of the crash. Just a matter of time before Chichi and Gohan with Videl arrived at the scene.
The pod wasn't opening. Only force could wring it open.
"There's someone inside," Chichi said to her son and sister in law. "There always is."
"Then something happened inside," Gohan and Videl moved through the throngs of people who let them pass. They knew the saiyamen were here. They knew what to do and deal with the situation.
"I'll have to open it," Gohan said to Videl as they shooed the rescuers back.
"Pressure will be off," Videl warned as she pulled them back.
Opening a panel, Gohan pressed the code. Wind hinged from the sides. The opening door took off a hinge. But enough for him to pry open. And that's what he did.
Chichi and Videl advanced as Gohan opened it enough halfway. It was open enough to look inside. Chichi's breath hitched as she saw the black hair and the gash at her forehead. She was just out.
"Is it Pan?" Was the first question that she asked. Only the hair was visible to her.
"No," Gohan said as he took the woman out. Her arms hanged as with him running, he took it to the ambulance waiting. "Take her to the Romington Hall." He ordered. He was pushed aside, the rescuers started to monitor her breathing, her heart, and her main points.
The ambulance took off. And Gohan had the awful feeling that he had seen that girl before. A girl to his eyes. And no tail. She looked like a saiyan, but not tail. Something was wrong.
"Gohan," Videl called back to the site. He walked back. His mind still on the face of the victim. She looked so much like Pan.
"I'm here," he said as he approached. "What is it?"
"Look," she pointed to the metallic suitcase that was still inside the pod.
Waiting for nothing else, he took it out. The familiar ensemble and material. It was from them. The new contract had arrived. But why without warning. It wasn't supposed to be until two month concurring. Something was off in the plans.
"It has to be urgent for them to do this," Videl and Chichi were right beside him as they were showed away from the site. The people were already there to take the pod away. It was to be secured.
"I know," Gohan breathed in for the first time in three weeks. Maybe the saiyan would have an account to why Goten hadn't still arrived from Vegetasei.
"Mother," he instructed Chichi. "Take this to Mr. Briefs. Tell him of what happened. Videl and I are going to the hospital. I have some things to ask of our little visitor."
"Right away," taking she suitcase in her hands. She parted company. The lingering people watched in wonder as the suitcase shined from the contact with the sun's rays. Those old enough knew of it's importance. They still had the memory of those years before when account of other planets was made.
"I have a feeling something is afoot." Videl said to her husband as they levitated and took off toward the hospital. "I just hope she won't be out for long."
"Me too," the sense of worry was somewhat alleviated. But still it prickled. There had been no communication from his brother for two weeks. And his trip back was taking too much time.
Running through the halls, they were moved to the right direction. They were to wait until they were done with the tests. Blood was also being taken. Everything was computerized. All they needed was a little blood and all your history would come out. In just a few minutes they could confirm that she was saiyan, as she had no family whatsoever in the human department.
She was wheeled into one of the rooms. All they needed was to set her up and tell them just how long the sleep would take place.
"Miss Videl," the doctor greeted her as he saw her. "Hello Gohan," he said to the other man with the same familiarity. "It's good to see you here."
"Was it really necessary to take her blood?" Videl asked, smiling.
"Standard procedure I'm afraid," he replied. "I'll just have to wait five minutes to get the computer's analysis and that will be all."
"How long will she be out?" Gohan asked. He needed to ask his questions.
"For some hours," the doctor concluded. "You can wait until she recovers but it's the same thing if I just call to when she wakes."
"We'll wait," Videl responded as she and Gohan exchanged glances.
"Alright," the doctor wasn't going to argue. "I'll look for you two when I get the time to read the results." He glanced at his watch. "I have a patient to see right now. I'll be back."
"Thanks Dr. Ryley."
"Nothing to thank girl," the old man smiled as he walked away from the couple. "Just doing my job."
"I've always liked him," Gohan said at the moving figure.
"Me too," both walked toward the room. Entered and sat at the visitor sofa. Videl placed her back to his chest, his arms going around her stomach. He pulled her toward him. They had a long wait.
* * *
"The ship is off," Agatha's voice filled the room. Somehow, it was a tense moment for everyone on. Who knew why that was. It was a hitch to travel in space. Maybe it was the importance of the cargo. The plants.
"Thank God," Bulma uttered as she and Bardock started to turn back toward her lab. She still had plans that needed to be filed and labeled.
"All we need now is to figure out how to keep all those pods ready for the time."
"Still, part of the population is going to die," Vegeta stated as he joined them on their way back. "Better than all of them dieing with no warning."
"Let's just hope we can pull it off," Bardock said as he turned toward one of his classes. He had things to do.
"With Agatha in space, we can do anything," said Vegeta with force. "She has it all together."
"How I hate it when people talk about me," Agatha sneezed again. Her allergies were going to play with her all the way. And she needed to make a stop on her way too.
This was the second time in her whole life that she was involved in a search and rescue mission that didn't actually need a rescuer. Or that no one else knew about. It wasn't going to be easy to teleport to a moving ship, but she would be able to do it anyway.
All she had to do was make sure that ship she was on passed on through their star system and she was free to leave the ship to it's own devised. It was programmed to do every step of the way with no interruptions. It didn't need her, and she was planning to be where she was needed.
"Here I go again."
* * *
"You have to hate this," Bra said to Goten as they sat. They have been on a ship to Cold's planet for a whole week and who knew how much time it would take to actually get them there.
All of the prisoners had been rounded out and taken to a ship that she would guess was to the planet. No more women had been taken, as it seemed that there were no more concubines needed. Oh, yes. They all knew what would happen.
Now there was no one at the ship that really mattered. There were no prisoners on the ship, and if not stopped, more would be taken.
"I didn't know it would take so much time to get there," Goten said as Bra rested her head on his chest. Their new friend watched in wonder as the pair interacted. She was just a child it seemed.
"She'll be fine," Bra smiled at the child that looked away. "She's just shy."
"Are we going by another star system?" He asked, Bra only nodded. That explained a lot of things.
"Is there something in our ship that actually needs to be saved?" Bra asked him as she traced his fingers.
"Not really," he responded. "I have all the information needed with me."
"Good," she dropped the subject, taking her hand and started to work on her watch.
Goten was curious by the beeping as she implemented it. "What are you doing?"
"Exterminating some pests." She answered curtly, the password put. "Bye assholes." A long beep took the attention of everyone inside the cell.
"What did you just did?" Goten asked worried as a guard approached the cell without their knowledge. Their translators were on.
"I just blew our ship, therefore, their ship is no more." She closed her eyes, and burrowed herself deep in his arms.
The information reached the guard, who snickered at her remark. What great imaginations were there. He walked toward the main bridge in where their leader was spread. Frowns and beeps was his only answer.
"What happened?" He asked another at the bridge.
"We've lost contact with the main ship." He replied. "It's out of communications."
"The ship is lost," their commander stated. "Everyone's dead."
"But how?" Asked the guard.
"Who knows." the bridge man answered.
"Something happened," the commander's eyes narrowed.
"Sir," the guard interrupted. "I heard a discussion in between our new prisoners. The female said that she blew their ship on our ship."
"What?" The commander growled. "How?"
"She was fumbling with a transmitter at her wrist. I think it's new technology."
"It seems like it," the commander's mouth turned upwards. Maybe it was time to have some fun with the pretty female. "Bring her to the chambers. It's time we found out just what race she is."
"Yes sir," the guard left right away.
"Continue with the course," he turned out of the place and moved toward his chambers. She was a pretty female. He had noticed at the first time that he had seen her come out of her ship. She was also a spunky one. Should be great in bed.
"He's always getting the best," the creature at the bridge muttered to himself. There was no chance now to the female. He wouldn't want to be in her shoes right about now. They were always broken. Never good enough. She was going to be wasted on him.
"Come on," a guard shouted as he ran through the cells.
Everyone stared in wonder at the commotion.
"It seems they found out," Bra smiled, still keeping her eyes closed.
The guard from before appeared before the cell door and put the key in. All the women cowered in their places. That meant that someone was going to be taken away.
"You!" The guard said to the couple on the floor. Goten's arms tightened around her as Bra opened her eyes.
"What?" She asked normally. There was nothing in her tone to alert of any nervousness.
"Captain wants to see you girl," he sneered as he entered, waiting to see what was going to happen. He knew that her companion was strong, but only in physical, not in heavy energy.
"Bra," Goten looked at her as she moved away from him and disengaged her arms. She pushed behind her neck.
"Don't worry about me," she passively told her. "I can take care of myself."
"You're in the fire," Goten said to her in the language that no one could understand.
"I know," she stood up. "Don't get up."
The girl beside them burst into tears. "They're taking her."
"Don't worry," she assured her in the language. She didn't need a translator to speak it. "I'm going," she sneered back at the impatient guard.
"Goten," she said , the guard locking the door. "Five minutes. We're taking over."
He nodded, his eyes set in his watch. Seeing the crying girl, he put his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder. There was no need to fret. Five minutes would be all he had to wait.
He watched closely. Just a few more seconds. And it was time. "Honey," he said to the child. "I need to get up."
"She's going to die," the child said as Goten put her in the corner. He was sick of this imprisoned life. He walked to the cell rails and tested their strength. They were powerful. He observed and studied to lock. He could break that. Making a small energy ball, he pushed it to the little hole. It exploded, only smoke being released.
"We're getting out of here," he said to the others. He pulled the door open and looked back. "Come on."
The small girl in a slumber phase got up and took his hand. He led her out of the place to the way that he saw the guard take Bra. He passed a crowded room which he guessed to be the bridge.
"Go find Bra," he pushed the girl forward down the hallway. She obeyed his command without a look back.
He waited until she was out of range when he powered up. He went up to Super Saiyan 1 and pushed further to the second stage. "Time to have some fun."
* * *
Bra followed the guard, she didn't know why her hands weren't restrained. Maybe they thought she wasn't going to put up a fight with them. Oh, how wrong were they.
She guessed that she was being taken toward the quarters of the creature she and Goten had seen observing them as they had been taken. A shiver crawled over her flesh, how she was going to enjoy this. Joy.
She was pushed into a chamber that she knew she wasn't going to like being in. It reeked of odors she couldn't place. She might as well sit down and wait.
"You're a beautiful female," the violet creature entered. The odor increased. Now she knew where it came from.
"So I've been told," she responded passively as she put her feet on the table and crossed them.
"Tranquil too."
"Thanks," her eyes spoke of boredom.
He approached her, in a predatory manner. He set himself before her. "Just what race are you?" He reached for her.
Bra didn't move out of the way. He reached for her hair, one thing that she could stomach. That he could touch. "Um, soft." He assessed the rest of her.
"I wash it often," she bit out as she pulled her hair from his grasp. She stood up from her seat and walked toward one of the windows of the room. The planets and stars moved from it's moving pace.
"Great," he approached her again. "You still haven't answered."
"You wouldn't believe me," she replied.
"Just tell me." He could tell she knew what was going on. But he couldn't feel or see any fear present. She wasn't scared of him. But she was defiant.
"Alright," she walked toward him. There was a directness in her eyes that made him stop in his steps. She was the one who approached now.
"I have always despised yuranians because of their two faced values. It's like contracts don't even get their attention. One had the nerve to kidnap my mother under my father's eye and got punished for it. Lackeys of Cold will not get any mercy from this hemisphere. You were all on your last string for safety, but you guys just broke it."
"Come here," he lunged for her, taking her hands in a grip with his own. She pushed back, but he didn't let go. He pulled with a force that could have crushed any normal creature but only got her close to his body. Oh yes, she was going to last through it all. She was going to be good.
"Let go of me," her cold voice only infuriated him further.
"Sorry kid," he whispered as he dragged her toward his bed. "But I plan to have some fun with you." He ran his tongue on her neck. She even tasted good.
Her wriggling only got him more excited.
"I was not finished." In a second, she had him off of her and threw him on the bed. She stood in her place. "I am part human, part saiyan." To get it across him, she powered up. Half a minute later she had changed. Her hair turned pasture green, her eyes a pale hue of green that almost came in yellow.
"The daughter of King Vegeta and the last person you'll ever see in your life. I despise you for breaking our contract. I hate you because you are a creature of no principles that will take everything by force. And I will kill you because you're scum." Waiting for nothing else, she shot an energy blast through his skull.
She had never been a fan of killing. But exterminating creatures that had no place in the universe for their ways, she did not care for those.
His blood was running through the material of the bed. She turned away from the sight with disgust. Walking to a basin, she ran water through her fingers and cleaned her neck. She took all of the slime's smell off. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her energy, getting back to her normal self.
Glancing at the watch, she saw that it was pass her time limit for Goten. How had he managed?
The door to the room opened suddenly. Bra turned, ready to throw an energy blast to the intruder when she saw her new friend look inside.
"Bra!" She shouted happily. "You're alive."
"Yeah," she took the girl in a hug. She could see the trail of tears that had ran down her face. She pulled her toward the basin and cleaned her teary and dark face. She had a fair complexion.
"Come on," the girl pulled urgently. "He's fighting them all alone."
"Goten?" Bra offered the name.
"Yes," the girl turned her eyes to the bed and shrieked at the splattered creature.
"Don't watch darling," Bra turned her back toward her.
"He's dead?"
"He's dead," taking the girls hands in her own, they parted the room. "And don't worry, Goten can take care of himself."
"Just like you," the girl remarked as she remembered her smile as she was taken.
"Yeah." Bra entered the room, finding blood splattered in many places and one attendant cowering at a corner. Goten was standing menacing, looming over the figure.
"Don't scare him to death Goten," Bra said as she placed Mairan at the only seat that wasn't splattered in blood. "We'll need to keep him alive."
"You're okay," His breathing somewhat deepened.
"I'm fine," she walked toward one of the controls and studied the unit. "The commander was nothing that I couldn't handle."
"What are you?" The creature whimpered as he heard her comment.
Bra smirked. It was time to show some political fear around. "I'm Bra, princess of Vegetasei. Daughter of King Vegeta and sister of Trunks, prince of Vegetasei."
The terror that passed through his face was all the answer to her statement that she would ever need. She was satisfied. If that and their heritage didn't make him do whatever they wanted, well, his loss. He was going to be all alone in a ship of renegades.
"Give me a kiss," she said to Goten. He happily obliged her. It had been weeks since he had been able to kiss her. Only touch. Bra put her arms around his neck, pulling him down with force. She was needy with his own touch. She needed to get the creep's touch out of her skin. His own hands moved to her waist, moving to her middle where he touched bare skin.
It was soft and warm. He used his mouth to incite and ignite her, just as much as touching her was affecting him. He succeeded.
"I missed that," her heart beat was loudly ringing in her ears. She was bothered. There was a pull down, her belly in a fight against the images that her mind was producing.
"Me too," he placed a kiss on her temple. "I love you."
"I desire you," she replied in turn. "As much as I love you."
She could see the fire burning in his eyes. And she felt the hardness down bellow. Her eyes said later. He smiled at it and blinked down to restrain himself. He did.
"I can handle the ship," she told him, pulling slowly out of his arms. "Make sure that our little prisoner doesn't move Goten."
"Sure."
Bra walked to Mairan. "Stay here, I'm going to check on the rest of our friends."
She nodded, awe in her eyes to know that she was standing in front of a princess. "Good. I'll take care of any other resistance I might encounter."
"Be careful," warned Goten.
"I will," she smirked. "You're not the only Super Saiyan around here."
"No, you're not." The female voice entered the room startling all of it's occupants.
Both Goten and Bra looked in surprise to the familiar voice. "Agatha? What are you doing here?"
"Nothing really," she smiled at both of them. She went to the control panel of the ship and revised the set course for the ship. "I just need to blow up a planet."
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"I can't believe this," King Cold muttered as he just stared at the surveillance camera. It was one in the cafeteria in which Pan had been taking on warriors that wanted to test her strength with their on. The play had been going on for hours now, but there was always some new challenger. Her hand was beginning to hurt for being grabbed so many times.
"I can," Cooler said behind his father. He could have chuckled at his father's stupidity. He should know better than to think that the person sent would be weaker than Cold's worriers. He should have thought that his father would have learned from the past.
How he became a king and was never overthrow-ed just was beside him. Ok, so Cold had been and still was stronger than Freeza had ever been, but Cooler was another things entirely.
He looked at his while hand, flexing his three fingers and thinking of the damage that it could do to his father. He didn't even have an idea that he was stronger than he had been years ago. He was even stronger than the average Super Saiyan.
Which meant that he was stronger than King Vegeta and his prized son, Prince Trunks. How he would like to go over and kill the bastards. They had made a mockery of their family by defeating Freeza and making his father sign the contract and treaty.
Just one touch and it would all be over with. But he had to bide his time correctly. The saiyans would get their punishment soon enough. Just with their little seed in, he had speed up the destruction of the planet. And they had no idea.
Just one more day and it was over with. He had timed it right. His stupid brother had thought that he could control the saiyans with his strength. He had never been one to rationalize and make strategies that would back up his botch up fighting skills.
Just to think, some hours only before the planet would explode and the saiyans would be extinct to some degree. Some would still be scattered but there would never be a chance of populating a planet again.
And then, there was the send missionary. Pan. She was the mirror image of a saiyan. And had the strength and spunk to carry out the genes and authority of the race.
He would keep her as a trophy. Everyone would cower throughout the whole universe for his name. After the contract became obsolete, he would make her do his bidding and go throughout the galaxy making each planet his own.
Yeah, he looked again toward the camera. More people had come to see as if an spectacle. She drew in a lot of attention. She would be perfect for his needs. Perfect.
And then, more entered the scene. Wasn't that her bodyguard?
Trunks arrived at the cafeteria just in time to see Pan throw down another match. She was smiling as more piled up in line to get in to test her strength. Just what the hell had she been thinking?
"Pan," he called as he parted warriors out of his way. She looked up when she heard him call his name and just smiled.
"Hey," she motioned for him to come closer. "I was looking for you but I joined the game."
"Why were you looking for me?" He asked worried. Had something happened.
"I forget," she answered slyly taken over the impulse to just keep him guessing. "Hold on."
She prepared again, and it came again. It was taking her more time now because her right hand was exhausted. She was sure that she wasn't going to be able to take another one of these people again.
"Sorry," she smiled again at her opponent and passed her hand over her bruised arm. Her fingers her red from all the grabbing and gripping. Plus, she had mark of fingers that were leaving bruises.
"You should stop," Trunks muttered as he saw the state her hand was in. "You should put some ice on that hand. Just how many did you challenge?"
"I didn't challenge anyone," she clarified. "They did, and I lost count after the first 50."
"First 50?" He could barely get the number out of his mouth.
A servant girl behind her cleared her throat gaining her attention. "It's been 89."
"You've been counting," Pan cheered herself. She had never thought she would do this in her life. The girl blushed at her outburst.
"Yeah," Trunks looked at everyone around them warily. "I think we should go back to the room."
"I think so too." She started to get up when she saw the guy that had started it all. He was about to speak again. There she went again.
"Why don't you go against him?" He signaled to Trunks. "I'm sure he won't mind going against you."
Pan looked at the creature and then at the others. They seemed to want to see this. But damn it, her arm hurt. Then, she saw the knowing grins in all of them and Trunks response.
"No."
"Why not?" She asked him. Not because she wanted or was going to do it but because she just wanted to know.
"Because I don't want to arm wrestle with you. We do enough of that."
"Oh, come on," the creature kidded. "It's just a few moment. It won't kill you."
"It won't but no." He seemed to be resilient about his answer. That was enough.
Pan sat back down at the table and looked at him decisively. "Come on." She game him one of her inviting smiles. "I want to find out who's stronger."
"We won't find out with your arm like that," he did have a point.
"Let's use our left arms," she counter-answered. "Come on."
He knew he shouldn't. But he wasn't going to be left alone until he agreed. He assented. A chair was given to him. They sat facing each other. Each put their respective left hand on the table and each one gripped with enough strength to hold on.
"Why are we doing this?" Trunks asked before starting.
"Because it'll be fun." She answered and counted down. "3, 2, One!"
And it began. She pushed to the right, he pushed to his right.
The power shift began with Pan gaining ground. She pushed with all of her strength. "Why did you come to see me." Trunks got out before his struggle to gain back his ground.
"Because I had to tell you something before I lost my nerve." Pan managed to say as she used all of her strength to stop Trunks from pushing her hand. She was failing miserably. The whole place was quiet. Each warrior looking into the reflection of strength in between the two interlopers.
"And what would that be?" Trunks asked as he was sure of victory. The faster they got this over with, the better. And he was just half way there to victory.
"That," Pan gritted out. "I'm pregnant."
That was enough to shatter his concentration. Pan mused as she felt his strength give out, making it just easy to win. And that's just what she did.
She looked up at his face as his hand hit the table and almost cringed. He was as white as a sheet, his eyes open wide and his mouth open. He just stared forward as if through her.
Many around them groaned, some cheered or just stood quiet. But it all got silenced pretty soon as they noticed that the man was still unmoving.
"He's out cold, isn't he?" Pan asked the girl as someone touched him in the shoulder. His body leaned forward, and hit the table right in his face. Pan cringed at the sound. That was the biggest smack that Pan had ever heard. Even worst than her slap.
"Yep," she answered her own question. "Just peachy. I tell him one of the greatest news in the world and he faints."
Growling at his lack of immunity to hard news, she muttered. "So like a prince, isn't it?"
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This is the biggest chapter of this story. Over 7000 words in here. And it didn't take me a long time to write it. If this goes on like this, this story will be done by next week. Which it will be. One more chapter and an epilogue left people.
I really hope you're enjoyed this story so far.
See you all later,
Moon Star