Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Squadron 46 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.29.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.29.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black flowers ; chapter 6, 'Squadron 46'
There was silence as they flew. Neither group could however stop glancing at each other. The youths, to gaze wistfully at the long lost parents responsible for their own existence, looking… for proof, for similarities…
The Z gang was filled with a strange awe at the sudden appearance of their offspring. They too examined the traits they held similar. Some were more obvious than others. Like Cadell's startling resemblance to his father, Trunks. His distinctive hair, although Cadell wore his shoulder length like Trunks' future counterpart. Cadell and Trunks also had the same blue eyes, although Cadell's were darker, and showed more of Vegeta in them, and in his cold demeanor too. He seemed to sense eyes were on him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Arienne certainly held both Pan and Vegeta's looks. She looked stereotypically Saiyan, her long black hair, her even blacker eyes, and that same determination of her mother. Her face however, although serious, showed none of the arrogance and mean spirit she might have gotten from Vegeta.
Pan watched her newly acquired daughter, glancing at Vegeta, then back to her. The account of her encounter with him played over and over in her mind. She really did sleep with Vegeta… The proof was here in flesh and blood. She was startled as Vegeta snapped his stare to her irritably. He must have sensed me looking at him! Pan mused with horror. Luckily, Capsule Corps came into view, and the group landed on the front lawns. Bulma was put down by Trunks, and she lead the way inside. The youths looked around with curiosity as they strode down the corridors of the Corp. She typed in a code on a panel, and a door opened. They walked into a spacious room, with organically grown foliage here and there. Small robots and numerous large devices littered the place. The room was so big, the amount of clutter in the room made no difference to the space. They passed through another door that led into a big kitchen and dining area. It was very casual, a simple but large breakfast bar, and a large table with plenty of chairs. It was cozy but spacious.
The youths stopped, and looked around in awe.
"It's beautiful in here." Said Rayne, lightly running her hand along the woodwork.
"…Wow." Murmured Tristian.
Bra looked around her in confusion. "This place is a mess." She said. "What do you mean?"
"You'd understand if you'd stayed where we have." Rhiamon told her.
Rayne sat down on a silver stool near the breakfast bar. There was a heavy silence in the room. Neither parties quite knew what to say to each other.
"Can you tell us any more about yourselves, your backgrounds?" Gohan asked.
Cadell was the one that spoke this time. "As was intended, we were trained as a fighting unit." He said with little emotion or concern.
"You fought with them?" Trunks asked with surprise. "Their plan went as intended?"
Tristian stood to attention. "1784594, squadron 46 section 2." He said automatically. He relaxed slightly, looking at them sheepishly. "Sorry." He apologized. "Force of habit."
"Squadron 46?" Asked Trunks.
Tristian rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. On his arm was a mark that resembled a tiny black rose.
"Hey! Rayne has one of those." Pan commented, glancing at Bra and Goku's daughter.
"We all do." Tristian said as he unrolled his sleeve. "It's their mark as a soldier. We belong to the black flowers army."
Shock passed over the faces of the others. "But that's the army that tried to wipe everyone out!" Exclaimed Bra.
"We're not proud of it." Tristian assured them. "But, that's what we were 'bred' for, after all, and I like to try and use that word loosely. We were all trained from extremely early ages."
Gohan began to say he was sorry, but Tristian cut him off. "Don't." He said. "It was all we knew, we're all really close like a family unit, we only had each other. We formed a 'special' rank of soldiers, we got different jobs, usually we were in charge of taking over certain planets ahead of the army." Tristian continued. "…'Clearing' the way of rebels…"
There was another silence as this information was taken in. Each of the youths avoided eye contact, coldly ashamed.
"How powerful are you all?" asked Goku with curiosity. "I can't really sense your power levels very well."
"We repress them usually. It comes naturally now." Rhiamon commented. "We're all at level 3… But we've attempted level 4 before. Some stupid idea that high command had for us." He smirked. "They didn't take into consideration 6 Oozaru's though."
Gohan smirked too. "Must have been fun." He said.
"Yeah it was. We managed to demolish a good part of the lunar base at head quarters before they stopped us." Eira said wistfully. "I remember it being fun at least… In some crazy way, like a lost memory…"
"All level 3's though? That's impressive that all six of you have achieved it." Bulma smiled. "You're all so young too."
An identical sarcastic grin appeared on all the youth's faces. "It was either reach it or answer to Razor." Arienne said. "I hated him…"
"We've been trained since we were children to fight." Cadell said in that toneless way of his. "It was natural for us to attain high fighting levels. There was penance for those who couldn't."
There was a silence. "Penance…?"
Tristian scowled. "Yeah, those guys had no sense of humor. I took a beating once. I was struggling to surpass level two…" A strange expression came over his face. "Needless to say I managed it the next week. After they'd left me in the regeneration tanks for 7 days."
"Didn't anyone pull them on it?" Trunks asked solemnly. "That's quite a time to need to recover."
"Pull them on it? Ha! I can see it now. Please Mr. General, Your goons beat me to a pulp and left me for dead for slacking. Can you make them sit at the back of the class?" Tristian laughed. "Why would he listen to a child's ravings?"
"…A child?" Pan said. "How old were you?"
"I was 14. Just hit adolescence. I was going through my arrogant stage. I was struggling, but I wanted to do it on my own. It seemed it came so naturally to the others… I didn't understand why. I was getting defiant and defensive about it. They waited until I was on my own in my after-hours time and Razor and his goons laid it on me. I was so foolish and arrogant in my youth. I thought I could win against 7 of them. But I lost pitifully. My defiance was cured after that." Tristian explained, but not showing any pain or sadness for it.
"I'm sorry." Bra said wistfully. "I wish you didn't have to go through that."
Tristian looked confused. "…Why?" He asked, his voice void of emotion. "I reached the next level."
"Out of your own will or out of fear?" Gohan asked, not agreeing with the methods used.
"It wasn't a freakin' summer camp." Arienne replied. "Defiance is a dangerous attribute for a soldier. Failure was not an option."
It was becoming more and more apparent just what kind of lives they had had before now. Each youth held a barely detectable sadness behind their cold personas.
The girl with the long sea green wavy hair broke the silence. (AN: I made her hair green instead of brunette) "I don't want to talk about that." Eira whined poutily. "I want to look around some more. That would be fun!"
Rhiamon sighed at his little sister. "Of course not." He said. "Would it be ok if we had a nose around?" He asked Bulma.
Bulma smiled. "Be my guest." She said warmly.
Eira bounced happily on the spot. "Yey!" She cheered ditzily. She paused as she let out a big yawn, her hand covering her mouth. "I'm a little sleepy though…" She confessed.
"If you just want to nap, you can sleep on the couch just next door?" Bulma suggested. "Then you can look around some more."
Eira nodded sleepily. Bulma led her through, where they heard her exclaim. "You have a pink couch! It's so cute!!!"
Tristian and the other youths rolled their eyes. Rhiamon's face became serious again. "Do you want to hear more about the past?" he asked.
The gang looked at each other and agreed. It was better to know just what had gone on to make such a situation possible.
Rhiamon sighed. "It wasn't long before the girls gave birth. They were made to give birth right there in the cold conditions of the cells. The births happened within a few days from each other, both girl's able to hold their babies for the first time. What no one expected, was when they came to take them away. The babies were snatched right from the arms of their mothers, each overcome with devastation. But such was the cruelty of the army. With no knowledge of the well being or safety of their children, weeks passed once again. It had been 10 months since their initial arrival. None of them gave up hope. Each, their own desires in their heart. Of seeing their loved ones again… of being free…
Their lives became nothing. Although they didn't suffer complete containment, their activities were limited and mostly necessary. They were moved to larger living quarters. Almost so it became unclear in their own minds whether or not hey were being mistreated. But the lack of freedom and the pure desolation reminded them every second of every day. From then on, they lived in a kind of larger, more state of the art confinement chamber. Almost livable and bearable, it contained some comforts. The males were used as sparring practice for many of the soldiers, but kept in the peak of health…
Bra paced the padded floor of the new living area. It even had windows. Giant floor length windows, overlooking the darkness of space. To the Saiyans, it became their world. Being able to stare out at the stars and distant planets helped them to dream a little easier. They all needed to dream… it kept them alive. The beds were simple, with crisp white sheets and a single pillow. The area had training facilities, to fulfil the need for the Saiyans to remain adequate sparring partners. They trained religiously, all the frustrations of caged animals day after day. The madness in their eyes kept at bay.
Pan lay back on her bed, a dog eared paperback in her hands. She once again poured over the pages, absorbing each word. She had read it again and again. It was a romance, a wild romance with a heroic man sweeping his love up and promising to hold her forever. Everyone in the cell had also read the book a good many times, apart from Vegeta, who had no interest in such culture as reading for pleasure. A kind guard had sneaked the book in one day for Pan to read. The only one he could find in her native Earth language.
A voice interrupted her. "Hey Pan. Has the plot line changed since you last read it?" Goten joked.
Pan rolled her eyes at him, going back to her book. Goten made a grab for the book, and Pan laughed, trying to defend it. It became a play fight.
Gohan paused in his self-sparing to watch them. As he did, he began to think of the fate that awaited them. Unless they figured out a way to escape, they would be forced to go through with it. His brother and daughter… He thought of him holding her, committing such an intimate act with her… He turned back to the punching bag, working his worries and frustrations off.
Each one of them had become more Saiyan. Each day that passed, they became less human. More of those restrained animal instincts began to surface. It was harder to control when they resisted, but found themselves embracing that side of themselves, becoming more primal…
Each of them was sexually frustrated. For the men and women, it had been 10 months now. It was hard to keep the madness at bay around each other. Seeing the girl's nearly developed lustrious forms was almost unbearable. They had seen the same way the girls had stared longingly at the males, at the height of their sexual desire and curiosity. They longed for secret passions, burned for loving contact. Especially with such strong Saiyan desires too.
The Saiyans were startled when the main door to the cell opened. Three of the burly guards stepped through. In their hands they held two collars. It was that time again…?
"Who is it?" Gohan asked.
"The dark haired female." The guard said.
Gohan's eyes narrowed. "And who else?" He growled viciously.
"The one named Trunks." The guard finished, pointing towards Trunks. "Will you come quietly?"
Trunks and Pan glanced quickly at each other, blushing. But... there was a curious feeling between them. Both Saiyans reluctantly came towards the guards, hearing Gohan continue to growl from low in his throat, showing just how such a civilized man could turn so quickly to his Saiyan instincts…
Pan and Trunks stood still while they were fitted with the cold collars. They were herded out of the cell and down the corridor. They were taken to the small cell so familiar to Pan, but new to Trunks. They were shoved roughly inside, and they stumbled to keep their footing as the door was slammed and they were left alone. Trunks looked around him with confusion. "This is it, huh?" He asked weakly.
Pan didn't respond straight away. Here she was again. Trapped. She was expected to give up that part of herself soullessly yet again. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She glanced at Trunks face. Her life crush. Her first love. Yet she felt no joy, no happiness. This situation wouldn't let her. She shivered with the thought of being trapped beneath such a mechanical lover again. Trunks turned to her. "How long are we kept here?" he asked.
"An hour." Pan replied. Trunks paused for a few moments. He moved towards Pan, a deep blush on his cheeks. There was something familiar in his cold direct approach. Butterflies appeared in Pan's stomach. It was happening again…
She took a deep breath as he moved closer to her, so she could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"Trunks… I want to make love properly."
Trunks drew back, shock on his features. "Pan… I…" he stuttered.
Pan frowned. "I know you're really experienced. Let's not beat around the bush… I know you've had a lot of women. I… I want that. Why can't you treat me like that? I want to be made love to with that much lust, that much passion."
Trunks blushed furiously. "Pan… but you… I've known you all my life. You know, you're my best friend's niece. You know, little Pan. Gohan and Videl's daughter…" He said.
Pan cut him off. "Damn it Trunks! I'm not a kid!" She snapped. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Don't treat me like I'm some stupid kid!" She stepped towards him. "I have feelings, Trunks. I have desires, burning inside of me… even if I don't understand them yet, they're still there. I'm not a child anymore Trunks…" As Trunks watched, she peeled her gi top from her, exposing her almost developed chest. She carelessly dropped the gi top softly to the floor. Trunks stared at her chest, mixed feelings and desires running through him… confusing him. This was Pan… the same Pan he had watched growing up, the same irritating child. The Pan he had known as Goten's niece. Maybe even became his friend. But never before like this…
"Pan-chan…" He murmured, using her pet name.
"I'm a woman." Pan whispered. "Can't you see that?" She trailed her hand up to her chest near her heart. "I want passion… I have all these feelings. Don't you understand? All these yearnings inside of me. All these desires, brewing. It feels so new…I want to feel lust, I want to experience things…"
Trunks glanced at her face, then away from her entirely. "Pan-chan… I couldn't do that. I can't give you that."
As he looked away from her, he didn't see the stray silver tear shiver down her cheek. "Don't… Don't do that…"
Trunks looked at her with confusion. He saw her attempt to smile, even though her eyes seemed hollow and sad.
"Don't make me feel like he did." Pan pleaded gently. "Don't make me feel like nothing more than a piece of meat…"
Trunks was silent for a few moments. "You're talking about my father, aren't you?" He asked solemnly. This time, her tears didn't escape his attention and he felt his heart ache.
"He made me feel like I wasn't a person. I didn't feel entitled to be a person… I felt no more than a toy to him. Everything... my feelings, my emotions… they weren't necessary. Everything that makes me a living being. It wasn't my choice, Trunks. I was stripped of even that privilege. It wasn't even my choice…" Pan looked up at him with a tear stained face. "He made me feel like meat. When he took me…my body became his… like I no longer was entitled to call it my own. It was just there to be used by him. But I was still there. I was still in there Trunks." Pan sobbed as she talked. "I was still deep in there. My soul was still buried there. But he didn't care! It didn't matter that I was alive, that I could feel! It didn't matter…" There was an incredible silence between them as Trunks painfully listened to what she was saying. It was several minutes before she spoke again, softly. "I want to be desired. I want to be touched as a woman. To be held by someone, just once, that cares that I'm a living soul. To have someone who desires me for everything, to touch me and make me feel like a woman…"
Pan stopped, looking away from him. Trunks paused, before stepping towards her. He turned her face with his hand, his cornflower blue eyes gazing softly and intently into her dark eyes. He caught her lips in a tender kiss, surprising her. He kissed her with building passion, using his well practiced skill. He felt her begin to respond, and his tongue began to meet hers playfully. He crept his arms around her slender waist, pulling her half-naked young body against his. He briefly drew away, and saw the dark blush on her cheeks.
She shyly gazed at him. "That was my first real kiss…" She confessed. "He… he didn't kiss me."
Trunks saw the sadness creep into her features again, and he pulled her back against him, kissing her again. He kissed her as he would kiss a woman he loved.
New feelings stirred deep within his soul as he kissed her tears away. He would make her feel like a woman. He would succeed where his father had failed. He would let her experience properly what it was to make love.
"It feels like my first time." Pan confessed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed beautifully.
It might as well be her first time, Trunks mused. He carefully lowered her to the floor…
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black flowers ; chapter 6, 'Squadron 46'
There was silence as they flew. Neither group could however stop glancing at each other. The youths, to gaze wistfully at the long lost parents responsible for their own existence, looking… for proof, for similarities…
The Z gang was filled with a strange awe at the sudden appearance of their offspring. They too examined the traits they held similar. Some were more obvious than others. Like Cadell's startling resemblance to his father, Trunks. His distinctive hair, although Cadell wore his shoulder length like Trunks' future counterpart. Cadell and Trunks also had the same blue eyes, although Cadell's were darker, and showed more of Vegeta in them, and in his cold demeanor too. He seemed to sense eyes were on him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Arienne certainly held both Pan and Vegeta's looks. She looked stereotypically Saiyan, her long black hair, her even blacker eyes, and that same determination of her mother. Her face however, although serious, showed none of the arrogance and mean spirit she might have gotten from Vegeta.
Pan watched her newly acquired daughter, glancing at Vegeta, then back to her. The account of her encounter with him played over and over in her mind. She really did sleep with Vegeta… The proof was here in flesh and blood. She was startled as Vegeta snapped his stare to her irritably. He must have sensed me looking at him! Pan mused with horror. Luckily, Capsule Corps came into view, and the group landed on the front lawns. Bulma was put down by Trunks, and she lead the way inside. The youths looked around with curiosity as they strode down the corridors of the Corp. She typed in a code on a panel, and a door opened. They walked into a spacious room, with organically grown foliage here and there. Small robots and numerous large devices littered the place. The room was so big, the amount of clutter in the room made no difference to the space. They passed through another door that led into a big kitchen and dining area. It was very casual, a simple but large breakfast bar, and a large table with plenty of chairs. It was cozy but spacious.
The youths stopped, and looked around in awe.
"It's beautiful in here." Said Rayne, lightly running her hand along the woodwork.
"…Wow." Murmured Tristian.
Bra looked around her in confusion. "This place is a mess." She said. "What do you mean?"
"You'd understand if you'd stayed where we have." Rhiamon told her.
Rayne sat down on a silver stool near the breakfast bar. There was a heavy silence in the room. Neither parties quite knew what to say to each other.
"Can you tell us any more about yourselves, your backgrounds?" Gohan asked.
Cadell was the one that spoke this time. "As was intended, we were trained as a fighting unit." He said with little emotion or concern.
"You fought with them?" Trunks asked with surprise. "Their plan went as intended?"
Tristian stood to attention. "1784594, squadron 46 section 2." He said automatically. He relaxed slightly, looking at them sheepishly. "Sorry." He apologized. "Force of habit."
"Squadron 46?" Asked Trunks.
Tristian rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. On his arm was a mark that resembled a tiny black rose.
"Hey! Rayne has one of those." Pan commented, glancing at Bra and Goku's daughter.
"We all do." Tristian said as he unrolled his sleeve. "It's their mark as a soldier. We belong to the black flowers army."
Shock passed over the faces of the others. "But that's the army that tried to wipe everyone out!" Exclaimed Bra.
"We're not proud of it." Tristian assured them. "But, that's what we were 'bred' for, after all, and I like to try and use that word loosely. We were all trained from extremely early ages."
Gohan began to say he was sorry, but Tristian cut him off. "Don't." He said. "It was all we knew, we're all really close like a family unit, we only had each other. We formed a 'special' rank of soldiers, we got different jobs, usually we were in charge of taking over certain planets ahead of the army." Tristian continued. "…'Clearing' the way of rebels…"
There was another silence as this information was taken in. Each of the youths avoided eye contact, coldly ashamed.
"How powerful are you all?" asked Goku with curiosity. "I can't really sense your power levels very well."
"We repress them usually. It comes naturally now." Rhiamon commented. "We're all at level 3… But we've attempted level 4 before. Some stupid idea that high command had for us." He smirked. "They didn't take into consideration 6 Oozaru's though."
Gohan smirked too. "Must have been fun." He said.
"Yeah it was. We managed to demolish a good part of the lunar base at head quarters before they stopped us." Eira said wistfully. "I remember it being fun at least… In some crazy way, like a lost memory…"
"All level 3's though? That's impressive that all six of you have achieved it." Bulma smiled. "You're all so young too."
An identical sarcastic grin appeared on all the youth's faces. "It was either reach it or answer to Razor." Arienne said. "I hated him…"
"We've been trained since we were children to fight." Cadell said in that toneless way of his. "It was natural for us to attain high fighting levels. There was penance for those who couldn't."
There was a silence. "Penance…?"
Tristian scowled. "Yeah, those guys had no sense of humor. I took a beating once. I was struggling to surpass level two…" A strange expression came over his face. "Needless to say I managed it the next week. After they'd left me in the regeneration tanks for 7 days."
"Didn't anyone pull them on it?" Trunks asked solemnly. "That's quite a time to need to recover."
"Pull them on it? Ha! I can see it now. Please Mr. General, Your goons beat me to a pulp and left me for dead for slacking. Can you make them sit at the back of the class?" Tristian laughed. "Why would he listen to a child's ravings?"
"…A child?" Pan said. "How old were you?"
"I was 14. Just hit adolescence. I was going through my arrogant stage. I was struggling, but I wanted to do it on my own. It seemed it came so naturally to the others… I didn't understand why. I was getting defiant and defensive about it. They waited until I was on my own in my after-hours time and Razor and his goons laid it on me. I was so foolish and arrogant in my youth. I thought I could win against 7 of them. But I lost pitifully. My defiance was cured after that." Tristian explained, but not showing any pain or sadness for it.
"I'm sorry." Bra said wistfully. "I wish you didn't have to go through that."
Tristian looked confused. "…Why?" He asked, his voice void of emotion. "I reached the next level."
"Out of your own will or out of fear?" Gohan asked, not agreeing with the methods used.
"It wasn't a freakin' summer camp." Arienne replied. "Defiance is a dangerous attribute for a soldier. Failure was not an option."
It was becoming more and more apparent just what kind of lives they had had before now. Each youth held a barely detectable sadness behind their cold personas.
The girl with the long sea green wavy hair broke the silence. (AN: I made her hair green instead of brunette) "I don't want to talk about that." Eira whined poutily. "I want to look around some more. That would be fun!"
Rhiamon sighed at his little sister. "Of course not." He said. "Would it be ok if we had a nose around?" He asked Bulma.
Bulma smiled. "Be my guest." She said warmly.
Eira bounced happily on the spot. "Yey!" She cheered ditzily. She paused as she let out a big yawn, her hand covering her mouth. "I'm a little sleepy though…" She confessed.
"If you just want to nap, you can sleep on the couch just next door?" Bulma suggested. "Then you can look around some more."
Eira nodded sleepily. Bulma led her through, where they heard her exclaim. "You have a pink couch! It's so cute!!!"
Tristian and the other youths rolled their eyes. Rhiamon's face became serious again. "Do you want to hear more about the past?" he asked.
The gang looked at each other and agreed. It was better to know just what had gone on to make such a situation possible.
Rhiamon sighed. "It wasn't long before the girls gave birth. They were made to give birth right there in the cold conditions of the cells. The births happened within a few days from each other, both girl's able to hold their babies for the first time. What no one expected, was when they came to take them away. The babies were snatched right from the arms of their mothers, each overcome with devastation. But such was the cruelty of the army. With no knowledge of the well being or safety of their children, weeks passed once again. It had been 10 months since their initial arrival. None of them gave up hope. Each, their own desires in their heart. Of seeing their loved ones again… of being free…
Their lives became nothing. Although they didn't suffer complete containment, their activities were limited and mostly necessary. They were moved to larger living quarters. Almost so it became unclear in their own minds whether or not hey were being mistreated. But the lack of freedom and the pure desolation reminded them every second of every day. From then on, they lived in a kind of larger, more state of the art confinement chamber. Almost livable and bearable, it contained some comforts. The males were used as sparring practice for many of the soldiers, but kept in the peak of health…
Bra paced the padded floor of the new living area. It even had windows. Giant floor length windows, overlooking the darkness of space. To the Saiyans, it became their world. Being able to stare out at the stars and distant planets helped them to dream a little easier. They all needed to dream… it kept them alive. The beds were simple, with crisp white sheets and a single pillow. The area had training facilities, to fulfil the need for the Saiyans to remain adequate sparring partners. They trained religiously, all the frustrations of caged animals day after day. The madness in their eyes kept at bay.
Pan lay back on her bed, a dog eared paperback in her hands. She once again poured over the pages, absorbing each word. She had read it again and again. It was a romance, a wild romance with a heroic man sweeping his love up and promising to hold her forever. Everyone in the cell had also read the book a good many times, apart from Vegeta, who had no interest in such culture as reading for pleasure. A kind guard had sneaked the book in one day for Pan to read. The only one he could find in her native Earth language.
A voice interrupted her. "Hey Pan. Has the plot line changed since you last read it?" Goten joked.
Pan rolled her eyes at him, going back to her book. Goten made a grab for the book, and Pan laughed, trying to defend it. It became a play fight.
Gohan paused in his self-sparing to watch them. As he did, he began to think of the fate that awaited them. Unless they figured out a way to escape, they would be forced to go through with it. His brother and daughter… He thought of him holding her, committing such an intimate act with her… He turned back to the punching bag, working his worries and frustrations off.
Each one of them had become more Saiyan. Each day that passed, they became less human. More of those restrained animal instincts began to surface. It was harder to control when they resisted, but found themselves embracing that side of themselves, becoming more primal…
Each of them was sexually frustrated. For the men and women, it had been 10 months now. It was hard to keep the madness at bay around each other. Seeing the girl's nearly developed lustrious forms was almost unbearable. They had seen the same way the girls had stared longingly at the males, at the height of their sexual desire and curiosity. They longed for secret passions, burned for loving contact. Especially with such strong Saiyan desires too.
The Saiyans were startled when the main door to the cell opened. Three of the burly guards stepped through. In their hands they held two collars. It was that time again…?
"Who is it?" Gohan asked.
"The dark haired female." The guard said.
Gohan's eyes narrowed. "And who else?" He growled viciously.
"The one named Trunks." The guard finished, pointing towards Trunks. "Will you come quietly?"
Trunks and Pan glanced quickly at each other, blushing. But... there was a curious feeling between them. Both Saiyans reluctantly came towards the guards, hearing Gohan continue to growl from low in his throat, showing just how such a civilized man could turn so quickly to his Saiyan instincts…
Pan and Trunks stood still while they were fitted with the cold collars. They were herded out of the cell and down the corridor. They were taken to the small cell so familiar to Pan, but new to Trunks. They were shoved roughly inside, and they stumbled to keep their footing as the door was slammed and they were left alone. Trunks looked around him with confusion. "This is it, huh?" He asked weakly.
Pan didn't respond straight away. Here she was again. Trapped. She was expected to give up that part of herself soullessly yet again. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She glanced at Trunks face. Her life crush. Her first love. Yet she felt no joy, no happiness. This situation wouldn't let her. She shivered with the thought of being trapped beneath such a mechanical lover again. Trunks turned to her. "How long are we kept here?" he asked.
"An hour." Pan replied. Trunks paused for a few moments. He moved towards Pan, a deep blush on his cheeks. There was something familiar in his cold direct approach. Butterflies appeared in Pan's stomach. It was happening again…
She took a deep breath as he moved closer to her, so she could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"Trunks… I want to make love properly."
Trunks drew back, shock on his features. "Pan… I…" he stuttered.
Pan frowned. "I know you're really experienced. Let's not beat around the bush… I know you've had a lot of women. I… I want that. Why can't you treat me like that? I want to be made love to with that much lust, that much passion."
Trunks blushed furiously. "Pan… but you… I've known you all my life. You know, you're my best friend's niece. You know, little Pan. Gohan and Videl's daughter…" He said.
Pan cut him off. "Damn it Trunks! I'm not a kid!" She snapped. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Don't treat me like I'm some stupid kid!" She stepped towards him. "I have feelings, Trunks. I have desires, burning inside of me… even if I don't understand them yet, they're still there. I'm not a child anymore Trunks…" As Trunks watched, she peeled her gi top from her, exposing her almost developed chest. She carelessly dropped the gi top softly to the floor. Trunks stared at her chest, mixed feelings and desires running through him… confusing him. This was Pan… the same Pan he had watched growing up, the same irritating child. The Pan he had known as Goten's niece. Maybe even became his friend. But never before like this…
"Pan-chan…" He murmured, using her pet name.
"I'm a woman." Pan whispered. "Can't you see that?" She trailed her hand up to her chest near her heart. "I want passion… I have all these feelings. Don't you understand? All these yearnings inside of me. All these desires, brewing. It feels so new…I want to feel lust, I want to experience things…"
Trunks glanced at her face, then away from her entirely. "Pan-chan… I couldn't do that. I can't give you that."
As he looked away from her, he didn't see the stray silver tear shiver down her cheek. "Don't… Don't do that…"
Trunks looked at her with confusion. He saw her attempt to smile, even though her eyes seemed hollow and sad.
"Don't make me feel like he did." Pan pleaded gently. "Don't make me feel like nothing more than a piece of meat…"
Trunks was silent for a few moments. "You're talking about my father, aren't you?" He asked solemnly. This time, her tears didn't escape his attention and he felt his heart ache.
"He made me feel like I wasn't a person. I didn't feel entitled to be a person… I felt no more than a toy to him. Everything... my feelings, my emotions… they weren't necessary. Everything that makes me a living being. It wasn't my choice, Trunks. I was stripped of even that privilege. It wasn't even my choice…" Pan looked up at him with a tear stained face. "He made me feel like meat. When he took me…my body became his… like I no longer was entitled to call it my own. It was just there to be used by him. But I was still there. I was still in there Trunks." Pan sobbed as she talked. "I was still deep in there. My soul was still buried there. But he didn't care! It didn't matter that I was alive, that I could feel! It didn't matter…" There was an incredible silence between them as Trunks painfully listened to what she was saying. It was several minutes before she spoke again, softly. "I want to be desired. I want to be touched as a woman. To be held by someone, just once, that cares that I'm a living soul. To have someone who desires me for everything, to touch me and make me feel like a woman…"
Pan stopped, looking away from him. Trunks paused, before stepping towards her. He turned her face with his hand, his cornflower blue eyes gazing softly and intently into her dark eyes. He caught her lips in a tender kiss, surprising her. He kissed her with building passion, using his well practiced skill. He felt her begin to respond, and his tongue began to meet hers playfully. He crept his arms around her slender waist, pulling her half-naked young body against his. He briefly drew away, and saw the dark blush on her cheeks.
She shyly gazed at him. "That was my first real kiss…" She confessed. "He… he didn't kiss me."
Trunks saw the sadness creep into her features again, and he pulled her back against him, kissing her again. He kissed her as he would kiss a woman he loved.
New feelings stirred deep within his soul as he kissed her tears away. He would make her feel like a woman. He would succeed where his father had failed. He would let her experience properly what it was to make love.
"It feels like my first time." Pan confessed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed beautifully.
It might as well be her first time, Trunks mused. He carefully lowered her to the floor…