Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ No Big Deal... ( Chapter 5 )

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Black flowers ; chapter 5, 'No Big Deal...'

They too waited a length of time, before the guards came from them. Gohan glared at them as he was pushed along the corridor. As they were roughly hurried along, he couldn't help but gaze shyly at the innocent beauty beside him. Not so innocent anymore… He tried not to think of what Videl would ever think. Oh Videl… It may be old-fashioned, but Gohan truly believed that when he married Videl, he made a vow to always be faithful to her. He had broken his promise. They were returned to the cell, and like he had done, Vegeta scrambled up to meet his daughter. Gohan didn't know what to do. He stood awkwardly. Everyone knew what he had done. They all knew he had fucked the Prince of Saiyan's daughter. In his mind, their eyes were accusing and unforgiving. In their eyes, he saw Videls' looking back at him…

He watched as Bra seemed to reject the comfort offered to her. She shrugged them away, lying down in the corner of the cell. Without warning, she was crying. There was a flurry of concern around her, but Gohan couldn't make his body move. He was raked with guilt. Had he hurt her? Why hadn't she told him? Vegeta pulled her into his arms, letting her cry. His eyes rose to meet Gohan's. He snarled.

Gohan took a step backwards. "I'm… I didn't mean to hurt her…" He stuttered, nearly in tears himself. Had he gone too far? When she had touched him…he had got carried away, he had felt aroused, desire for her… Had he been too rough?

Pan looked up to her father. She tried to avoid looking into his eyes, she wasn't ready to accept it right now. "I don't think that's it." She said, her hand gently stroking her hair. All this time…How Bra had joked about it all, making it out to be so unimportant, so trivial. She could almost hear her words;

"Blake might be the one." Bra declared.

"Bra… Are you sure you're ready to? It's a big decision. Do you love him?"

"Pan! It's no big deal."

"I don't know…"

"It's not that important."

Pan looked at her friends' frightened face. She was most likely overwhelmed and confused right now.

Goten met Pan's gaze. "I think I agree with Pan. Gohan isn't like that. She might just be in shock." He suggested. Trunks reluctantly agreed, still not being able to help feeling anger towards Gohan.

There was a noise as they all looked towards the cell bars. A group of guards were stood there. The main guard pointed at Bra and Pan. "You two, with me." he ordered.

Bra wiped her tear stained face. "Why?" she sniffed. The guards' eyes drifted down her body.

"We've got a job for you folks." He slurred. "While you still have figures…"

The girls looked confused, but once again were surrounded by the walls encasing them. The girls scrambled up, and were caught by the guards. They were dragged off away from the cell.

Gohan fought the urge to touch the electronic bars. Now that would be crazy. "Where are you taking them?" He demanded of the remaining group of guards. A couple of them looked sympathetically at the saiyan males in the cell.

"Whadya say?" one guard consulted with the others. "It's not like they're gonna get any for another 9 months now, is it?"

This brought laughter to the other guards. "Yeah sure, why not!" Another laughed.

The saiyans looked confused, but soon angered as they were released and took for a trip too.

The guard threw Pan and Bra an outfit each. They caught them, and unraveled them nervously. They were g-stringed leotards in black leather. They had high necks, with studs on the collars. There were long leather gloves and boots to match.

"You've got to be kidding?' Bra bit out.

"You will wear them." The guard said with a sardonic smile on his face. "And you will dance."

"Dance?" Bra shrieked. "In these?"

"Is it some sort of sleazy show?" Pan asked. But by the look on the guard's face, she knew it was. He flashed his white teeth before walking away.

The males were shoved roughly into the crowded room. "Why are we here?" Goten asked. The room was dark and musty. Before them was a stage, and a good number of the race that had brought them there were swarmed around it.

A bottle was smashed somewhere in the club, and the air was filled with smoke. The walls and floor were an orange rusted metal, and the tables were dark wood. The crowd became livelier, and the Z gang looked towards the buzz of excitement. The entire room went even darker than before, and they made out two figures walking onto the stage. The dusty bulbs flickered on, to reveal the dancers. The males froze in shock. Stood in the middle of the stage were Pan and Bra. They were dressed head to toe in black leather. They were wearing the black leotards, and they wore black stiletto heeled boots that reached above their knees. They were stood together back to back, glancing less than optimistically at the rowdy audience. The men in the room whistled and shouted obscene requests at the two Saiyan females. The music started and they began dancing. They danced slowly, pressing against each other. They took it in turns to put their arms above their head and slide down the other's back. They swayed their hips together, their hands in their hair, looking sexily at the audience. They stepped apart, and faced each other. They put their arms around each other, and danced suggestively, locking each other's eye contact.

"They're…they're… acting 'into' each other." Goten stuttered.

Gohan and Vegeta watched in absolute horror at what their baby girls had been made to do. Pan and Bra didn't lose eye contact. Bra's hand slowly worked loose, and slid down Pan's side, to rest on her thigh. Pan pretended to moan, and slid her hand into Bra's hair. They stepped closer, dancing almost on each other, in a steady rhythm. Their lips were pursed, and Pan's hands moved to Bra's rear. The Z males gasped in shock at their behavior. Bra's arms wrapped around Pan's neck, and they leaned towards each other. Bra began to nibble on Pan's neck, and Pan moved her head back with a moan. She looked back at her friend, and Bra's hands began to trail up her body.

Despite their show, the Z gang kept themselves under control. The circumstances of this forced 'entertainment' sickened them. Pan and Bra began to slow down as they came to the finale. They hesitated, but saw the guard off stage. He grinned, gesturing to them. They looked at each other, before quickly pressing their lips against each other's. This brought an excited wave through the audience as they made out on the stage. Trunks' eyes widened. His sister and one of his best friends, being made to do that for the enjoyment of the crowd of sick creatures. It made him feel nauseous in the pit of his stomach. The girls broke apart uncomfortably. In amidst the cheering, the guard walked onstage, with two leads. He clipped them onto the collars of their leotards, and flaunted the fact he had them on a leash. The men in the audience roared in approval. They were pulled off stage, being lead like animals.

More guards appeared behind the Z males, and they were herded back to the cell. In time, the girls were brought back as well. The males jumped up in concern. The saiyan girls were dressed in their own clothes again, their faces burning with shame. They were pushed in, and left. Gohan ran forward to hug Pan against him. "I'll kill them." He growled.

Bra stood back against the cell wall with a sigh. "That was downgrading." She said with a passion.

Goten looked tentatively at them both. "You're not really…you know…?"

Bra and Pan gave him a look that could kill. "We're not." Pan snarled threateningly, surprising the others with her tone.

Bra leant against a wall, sliding down it. "I can't stand another day in this place!" She fumed. "I'll go crazy!"

"Unfortunately for them, several more weeks passed. Both females were in later stages of their pregnancies. For some reason, the guards allowed the girls to contact their home planet. The reason for this is undetermined, but welcomed. For the girls, they also harbored feelings of dread, for what news they had to bring everyone…"

Bulma half-heartedly rewired the circuitry of the new capsule. She dropped her wire cutters with frustration. Vegeta… Her kids… She ran a hand harshly through her hair as she remembered. It had been a few months now. Where were they? Not even the others could sense their ki's anywhere. How could they disappear like that? It wasn't like any of them too. She knew something had to have happened to them. She reluctantly gave up on the capsule, brushing it and it's components away from her. She couldn't work in a state like this. She put her head down on the metal workbench and willed the tears not to come. She jumped as the big screen in her lab flickered on by itself. She leapt back with fear, gazing into the static on the screen.

"Bring all of your allies together in exactly one earth hour." A voice crackled through the screen.

"An…hour?" Bulma stuttered. "Why? Who are you?" The screen flickered off as soon as it had switched on. Bulma fell to the ground in shock, knocking a chair to screech across the floor. She sat in disbelief, before madly scrambling to the phone. She punched in the numbers quickly. This may be the lead they had been waiting for…

Bra sat in front of the screen, her hand over her swollen abdomen. She took a deep breath, her stomach churning with a mixture of dread and eagerness. They had been sat in an isolated room with a giant screen before them. The room was pleasant enough, there was a large window, overlooking space, and an unknown planet of swirling blue and orange mass.

Bra turned her attention at the screen as it began to fuzz as the static cleared. She clearly saw the faces of her family and friends. Bra glanced at her best friends' reaction before staring in awe at the screen.

Bulma looked at the two girls on the large screen. The blue haired girl suddenly smiled. "Mom!!!" She yelled with happiness. Bulma smiled back.

"Bra! Oh my baby!!!" She cooed loudly, running forward closer to the screen. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you…?" She stopped, and stared in horror at her daughter.

The others gawped as well. "…Pregnant?" Yamcha finished for her in shock. Everyone looked at the stomach's of the girls with disbelief.

"Pregnant????" Videl screeched. "How???? When?????" She paused. "Who's?????????"

Bra swallowed and looked away from the screen. Bulma tensed. "…Bra?" She asked suspiciously. "Whose is the baby?"

Pan lay a comforting hand on her friends' shoulder. Bra faced the others. "It's Gohan's." She said as clearly as she could.

There was a silence. "…What?" Bulma asked again.

"Goten's?" Krillen asked for confirmation. Bra shook her head.

"It's Gohan's baby." She repeated. She watched the colour drain from everyone's faces.

"GOHAN???????" Bulma screamed. They all nearly fell over.

Videl recovered from her shock. "GOHAN??? MY GOHAN????? MY HUSBAND????" She demanded. "You're having my husbands baby??????"

Bra swallowed again and nodded meekly. Videl attempted to claw the screen. "You little whore!!! You bitch!!!! How dare you!!!! Did you sleep with him? Did you???"

"Yes, I slept with him." Bra replied. "Videl, listen to me, it wasn't our choice…"

Videl scowled. "What do you mean? You were FORCED into sleeping with each other?" She spat with a vicious sarcasm.

Bra looked at Pan. "…Yes."

"Mom, hear us out, please." Pan pleaded with Videl. "Listen to her, she's telling the truth."

Videl threw back her head and laughed. "You really expect me to believe…"

Pan didn't seem fazed by her mother's strange behavior. "You haven't asked about me yet. Whose baby I'm carrying." She said.

Videl stopped laughing and almost looked afraid.

Pan looked her straight in the eyes. "Mom, its Vegeta's baby."

Now, if the news about Gohan and Bra had shocked everyone, you can imagine how this went down…

"We're talking the same Vegeta here aren't we…?" Krillen stuttered.

"MY husband?" Bulma shrieked. "What is this? Steal other people's husbands day?"

"Mom! Listen to us! We didn't choose this!" Bra cried out. Tears welled in her brilliant blue eyes.

Pan looked away. "This was hard for us too." She said. "The people here… they wanted to create an army. With our bloodlines. These are the first two children in the plan."

Bulma stumbled backwards down onto her chair. "Didn't choose to…?"

"No." Pan looked up straight at Bulma. "I'm so sorry, Bulma. We didn't want to. There was no emotion…nothing. Vegeta near enough had to…had to…" She trailed off.

Bra was sobbing now openly. "We're so sorry!" She said. "Videl, Gohan is wonderful. He loves you so much. Every second, you can tell in his eyes, he thinks about you."

Videl began to sob too. Bulma put her arm around her reassuringly.

"He was so careful with me. He only did what he had to do. Please don't hate him…hate me." Bra pleaded.

Pan laughed lightly. "I'm sure Vegeta is the same." She said weakly. "He doesn't let on. He won't admit he misses you."

Bulma laughed lightly. "Same old Vegeta." She said, holding back her own tears. "Never showing any emotion."

"Got that right…" Pan mumbled quietly.

Bulma looked up at her with confusion. "What was that?" She asked. But everyone else had heard. Pan turned her head away to look out of the window again. "It's a gorgeous view from up here. Shame the circumstances won't let us really enjoy it." She said wistfully.

"Are they planning on letting you go?" Krillen suddenly asked seriously. "This is…quite a situation."

Bra looked worried. "I don't know…" She confessed. "They want me to have Goten and Goku's kids next…"

The z gang froze.

"Oh man! Really?" Yamacha stuttered.

"Both of them?" Bulma exclaimed. "…Won't this involve sleeping with both of them?"

Bra blushed, turning her head to the side. "I think so."

Bulma looked wistful. "Oh Dende…honey…you'll be okay. I know it'll be tough on you. I can't imagine. Be strong, okay?" She said softly to her daughter. "I mean, they're great guys… None of you can help any of this, until we figure out a way to get you guys back home…"

"Thanks." Pan sighed. "I miss everyone…"

There was a long silence. "We miss you all too." Videl said. "We will get you all back home!" she said with determination. "How dare they pull a stunt like this…"

Pan and Bra were silent, they shyly looked at everyone. "Will…will everyone think less of us now?" Bra said. "Especially after…"

Bulma pressed her hand up to the screen. "Don't ever think that! You're only doing what you can up there. Don't lose hope! You're doing what you have to, right? We'll soon have you outta there!"

"I hope so…" Pan said. "Thanks Bulma."

"So…who's next?" Videl asked curiously.

Bra and Pan blushed. "We haven't been told yet." They answered.

"Wait a minute!" Bulma said, waggling her finger thoughtfully. "Pan only has two guys, and Bra three."

"Oh yeah…" Videl said. "Un even."

"Three." Said a voice suddenly. Everyone darted their eyes around. "They both have three." The voice was coming from the screen itself.

"We're being monitored." Bra said quietly. "Not that I'm surprised."

"Three? Both of you?" Bulma asked suddenly. "He said Pan has three! Who else could…?" She paused. "Oh Kami… number three." She muttered.

Pan paled too. She and Bulma spoke in unison. "…Goten."

Everyone jumped with surprise. "Goten?" Videl shrieked. "You're related! No way!"

"Think about it! He's the lesser of three evils." Pan interrupted.

Videl paused. "Oh Dende…True." She said. "But Goten???"

18 shuddered. "That's too close for my liking." She muttered. "Her uncle…"

"You're going to have to sleep with him…?" Krillen shrieked.

Pan blushed furiously. "Have I got any choice?" She narrowly avoided yelling.

"This link will be closed." The voice in the screen said again.

Everyone began to panic. "We love you!" Bulma cried. "We'll get you back! You'll see!"

"I love you too!" Videl cut in. "Tell Gohan too."

"…And Vegeta and Trunks!" Bulma was in tears.

"I love you Mom." Bra cried.

"And you, Mom." Pan said too. She put her hand to the screen, as she watched the faces of her family and friends disappear into nothingness.

"…Don't loose hope…!" A last voice calling to them before it went cold.

Bra turned around to Pan, sobbing. "They're gone!" She cried. "I want to go back! Pan, I'm scared." Pan jumped up to hug her tightly.

"So am I…" She confessed in a whisper in her friends ear. She hugged her tighter. "We can't loose hope, you heard what Bulma told us. We'll get back, and everything will be okay again." She promised. She let her friend cry on her shoulder a little longer as she blankly stared out into space.

"…And that's the first part." Rhiamon finished. He looked up to see a sea of solemn faces. But that was understandable.

"Do you want to come back to the Capsule Corp with us?" Asked Bulma. "You can tell us the rest when you're rested up if you want."

Trunks paused. "Can you all fly?" He asked suddenly.

A smile passed around the lips of the youths. Rayne rose into the air first, and the others copied her movements.

Trunks rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Stupid question." He muttered.