Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Regrets ( Chapter 9 )

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Trunks slid the pin out of the shackle and Bra's hand slid free. She reached for her other wrist as Trunks released her feet. Goten had already opened Pan's cuffs and she had thrown her arms around her uncle's neck. Trunks helped Bra sit up, her hands shaking violently as she clutched at his shirt and buried her face in his chest. He put his arms around her and held her tightly. "Have they touched you?" asked Goten, quietly. Both girls shook their heads. "No, but Mommy and Grandma," Pan choked. "We know. We were here," said Trunks, stroking Bra's hair. "What are we gonna do, Trunks? That thing, she said it was our turn tomorrow." The breath caught in Trunks' throat and he looked up at Goten, sharply. The other boy's eyes were wide and his hand in Pan's hair tightened, holding her head against his shoulder. "Goten, I want Daddy," she whispered. "Me too," he said, his eyes never leaving Trunks'.

He shouldn't have sent her away. Trunks closed his eyes for a moment, remembering Pan's sweet, inexperienced kiss, her untutored reactions to his touch and cursed himself. Tomorrow, that would all be destroyed. She would be raped and brutalized by the giant Saiyan half-breed soldiers, her body, and her innocence, torn to shreds. If he had accepted her, it wouldn't be as bad, she wouldn't be a virgin when they did it. He opened his eyes and saw her, black hair falling into her face, dark eyes closed tightly, as she tried to force herself to sleep. Beside her, Bra wasn't even pretending. Her eyes were wide, tear-filled and unfocused. He wondered what she was seeing and hoped it wasn't their mother's ordeal all over again. Trunks' gaze went from his little sister to Goten, to find his eyes settled on Bra as well, the look on his face only too clear. He was having similar thoughts.

If only he hadn't walked out of that room. Death at Vegeta's hands would have been worth it, anything to spare her what would happen to her tomorrow. At least then she would have known pleasure, before she learned pain. The violation wouldn't be quite as complete, when they took her. Goten blinked and found Trunks watching him. The two friends' gazes locked together, openly reading the other's thoughts, written clearly all over their faces. Goten had had no idea about Pan and Trunks, but it didn't matter. Both boys would rather the other had done the deed than these soldiers. Without warning, Trunks' eyes flashed like steel and Goten's hardened into obsidian, as each made the same decision.

The metal tore like paper as Vegeta's fist went through it. A cry of rage and pain escaped him. Mindless of the blood and cuts that now covered his hand, he pulled his hand back through and prepared to make another hole. Goku grabbed his arm. "Stop. It won't help. We need to make a plan." Vegeta shrugged him off, knowing he was right, but refusing to acknowledge it. "My dad's right, Vegeta. We have to think about this rationally," Gohan said, his voice shaking with his own rage and helplessness. All three Saiyan men had felt the force of their wives' terror and pain through their Kis, smaller than a Saiyan's, but still there, and through the bond they had formed by sharing blood, equivalent to a marriage to a Saiyan. All three of them knew perfectly well what had happened to the women they loved. "My wife, my son and my baby girl are in the hands of that fucking beast! There is nothing rational about it!" Vegeta said, stepping toward him. A heavy green hand caught him in the side of the head and sent him reeling back, against the torn up wall. His eyes narrowed and he glared at Piccolo. The Namek looked back at him, expressionlessly. "Use it, Vegeta, but not against us," he said, in a low, gravelly voice. "We need to talk to Dende," said Krillin. "He can tell us where they're at and maybe more about this Ice creature," he said. "Where they're at isn't a problem, Krillin. We can sense the Ki of that creature and her army easily. It's getting them off that ship that's going to be trouble," said Goku. "Dende may indeed be able to assist us. Let's get to the Lookout," said Piccolo. As a group, the Z Fighters and Marron, being carried by her mother, took to the air, in the direction of the Lookout, where Dende, the young Namek and Guardian of the Earth, lived.