Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Innocence ( Chapter 15 )
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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: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 1.4K | 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: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 15, 'Innocence'
"What... what are you doing here?" Rhiamon stuttered.
Marron looked just as surprised. "What about you? What are you doing here?" she stuttered in response, at a loss for words.
Bra looked from one to another. "You guys know each other?" She asked with an excited laugh.
Marron nodded. "He walked me to my apartment after my shift at work."
18 and Krillen suddenly glared suspiciously at Rhiamon, knowing their daughter's past with men hurting her. Marron gave an embarrassed smile. "He was a gentleman. He didn't even ask to come up."
Krillen relaxed a little, now curious instead.
"Who are you…?" Marron continued. "How come you're here?"
Bra suddenly latched onto Rhiamon's arm. "He's my son." She chirped proudly.
Marron shifted her weight nervously. "Bra... that's crazy. Is this... some sort of joke?" She said skeptically. "I mean, he looks older than you! And you don't have any children, you're just 17!"
"It's all true." Bra confirmed.
Marron gave a snort of laughter. "You can't expect me to be that stupid! Come on Bra, quit fooling around!" She laughed.
"Marron... honey, she's not joking." Krillen told his daughter. Marron stopped giggling with shock. She found everyone else solemn faced.
"You're... serious?!" She choked. "But how? I don't understand! It's impossible!"
"It is possible." Goku said sadly.
Marron gave another nervous laugh. "Then... then who's the father? How? When?"
Gohan cleared his throat. "I'm the father." He confirmed. "He's my son."
Marron stared at Gohan with horror. "You... you and Bra? You slept with Bra?" She shrieked. She spun to her friend. "You and Gohan? Slept with… you slept with Gohan?"
Gohan and Bra both flushed red, each conscious of their families around them.
Trunks re-appeared at the doorway, his face grave. He saw his sister, and motioned for her attention. "Bra…we need to talk." He said.
Bra smiled at him. "Hey Trunks. Come and tell Marron that Rhiamon really is my son." She said cheerfully. "She's finding it kinda hard to believe."
"Bra... I need to talk to you." Trunks growled again. "It's important."
Bra let go of Rhiamon's arm with curiosity. "Ok…" She answered, following her brother away into one of the next rooms.
A loud pitched beeping suddenly went off, its source was a little device on Eira's waist. Eira caught hold of it. "Grandma Bulma gave me it. That means…"
She didn't finish as a soaking wet and shivering Cadell appeared at the med lab door. His wounds still looked raw and not fully healed. Now he was only in his shorts, more wounds and scars were visible, old wounds. His back was littered with marks, but none seemed to mar his appearance, only add a warriors experience to his form. He breathing ragged, he seemed to take extreme effort to push air into his powerful lungs.
Krillen frowned. "Cadell, you're not healed fully yet..."
Cadell sharply cut him off. "I'm healed enough." He retorted. "There are more important matters at hand here. There's still too much you have to know."
"At least spend a little more time in the tank first…" Videl pleaded with him.
"No!" Cadell said defiantly. "This needs to be said, now. I thought we wouldn't need to involve you at all, but I think we'll need to." He confessed through gritted teeth. His eyes scanned the group. "Where's Vegeta?" he asked, not seeing his granddad in the group. "And Grandma Bulma too. They need to hear this."
"They had an argument." Pan said tentatively. "They both stormed off. I'm not sure where."
Cadell growled.
"Vegeta is still in the building. I can't sense Bulma though. Her ki is too weak." Goku said, concentrating. "Pan, can you find her?" He instructed his granddaughter.
Marron stared nervously at this stranger that looked so much like Trunks.
18 stepped forward to her daughter. "I'll explain it all to her." She said. She took her daughter by the hand and led her down the hall, Marron kept looking back over her shoulder with amazement.
Cadell limped towards the main area of the building, to where Bulma held meetings with clients often. The others followed, taking a seat or standing around the large table as they went into the room. Vegeta and Bulma soon arrived, Pan nervous of being between them. She nimbly edged to stand near her uncle Goten instead. Vegeta and Bulma seemed complacent of each other, having been told of the reason for being here.
Cadell stood, steadying himself shakily with his hands on the table. "Firstly, it's important we finish the story." He said. "Mom had been made pregnant by her encounter with Trunks, my father, and Bra was now with child to Goku. Despite the injury Trunks suffered, he pulled through. He was valued as a sparing partner for the soldiers, and still of use for now. Goku also healed, his injuries not being serious enough for any real damage a Saiyan couldn't handle. Within 9 months, Pan gave birth to me. Like Rhiamon and Arienne before me, I was also taken away from my mother. Bra experienced difficulties in the later stages of her pregnancy, and gave birth to Rayne a month later than expected. The process had once again turned full circle. The deterioration was apparent in each of them. It had been 22 months now. Just short of two years…
…Bra slowly slid along the cold wall of the cell. Her eyes were void, almost empty. With a deep sigh she turned onto her back, leaning her head back on the wall, her once shining head of beautiful hair now lank and lifeless, but hung extra long and swished at her knees. She held a hand out in front of her, and stared at it, examining it closely. Her face had a dazed look to it, as she focussed all her attention.
Trunks stopped his self-spar to watch her. He was filled with worry at her deteriorating state. Of all of them, she was perhaps taking it the hardest. Sometimes she was her normal self, but sometimes… It was like she was a shell of her former self. Hang on Bra… He thought mentally. Please…
Pan lay back on her bed, her waist length jet-black hair hung off the side of the bed. She gazed blankly at the stark ceiling, perhaps trying to find some shape there, something. She was startled as the door was opened. She sat up to watch, and the other Saiyans looked curiously at the visitors. Was it that time again already…?
Goten panted as he paused in his spar with his brother. He knew it was him they wanted. The males glanced at Bra and Pan. Both girl's stood up to face the guards nervously.
Goten stepped one step forward, his eyes still on the girls. He was to father both their children?
There was a strong tension in the air. Goten glanced worriedly at his brother, and found Gohan frowning.
Trunks looked between them. "Listen, you do know the situation, don't you? Goten is Pan's uncle. Isn't there any other way?" he asked the guard seriously.
Vegeta gave a snort of amusement. "If the boy can't handle the task, I would be willing to make Gohan's brat with child again…" He smirked hautily.
Pan froze. Vegeta was offering to make her pregnant again? She nervously saw the way Trunks and Vegeta were looking at her. It was... there was almost a hunger in their eyes. It scared her.
She saw the thoughts cross her father's face as he seemed to almost weigh up the idea of Vegeta's proposal.
"Either of us could." Trunks hastily added.
The guard looked between all the Saiyans and their little discussion. "The woman would prefer to mate with Trunks or Vegeta?" He said tonelessly.
Trunks, Vegeta, Gohan and Goten all looked at Pan. Trunks and Vegeta with a hidden eagerness, her father with a frown awaiting her decision, and Goten… Her eyes locked with her uncles'. His eyes were questioning and unsure. The sadness and pleading for forgiveness was written all over his face.
"I'm afraid that is not possible." The other guard said suddenly. "The one named Pan must be covered by the male called Goten. Our master wishes it"
"It's crazy!" Gohan retorted sharply. "They're uncle and niece! It's not right!"
The guard snorted irritably. He beckoned to both Bra and Pan. "You two females, come here."
They looked at each other hollowly, Pan feeling panicked, and noticing how calm Bra seemed to look. With a silent need and understanding, they clasped hands together, and walked towards the guard. The two teenage girls kept their heads held high as the collars were snapped on both of them. They were then linked together by an effective but dainty chain between them. Goten was beckoned for next, and Bra and Pan turned to watch him innocently as he was fitted with a collar too.
Gohan started forward. "Both... together?" he stuttered.
"Like an orgy?" Trunks choked out. "You're putting them in all together?"
The guard looked impatient and annoyed. "The male should be able to mount both females within a short time. It is more efficient this way."
Gohan came forward. "Please... Goten. You can't! Not my baby... not Pan! Please don't touch her... not like that…"
Goten was saddened as he met his brother's pleading gaze. "I don't have a choice…" he said weakly. "There isn't another way."
Goku flinched at his son's words. He watched with growing disbelief as his granddaughter was lead away from them… to be covered by his youngest son. He looked from Pan and her innocent young face, to Goten's saddened and confused expression. He watched as their eyes met, neither speaking, each looking at the other searchingly.
Goku caught his older son's arm lightly as the three young Saiyans were led from the cell. Gohan snapped his gaze to look into his father's eyes. Goku could see the tears forming there. "Not again.." Gohan murmured with devastation. "Not Goten... not my baby brother and my little girl…"
Goten was pushed into the cell first, and followed by Pan and Bra. He looked around him curiously, but also a little fearfully. He straightened, looking over his shoulder. Bra and Pan still held onto each other, their eyes scared now. Goten's heart sank in his chest. He had to do this to them… He almost couldn't stand it. He turned to face them, gingerly stepping towards them. Bra and Pan tightened their grip on each other's hand. Goten gently moved to unclip the chain that held the two girl's' together. He looked at both of them, and flicked his eyes from Bra to his niece. He shyly looked at Bra.
"So… you've done this before, huh?" he laughed weakly.
Bra nodded. Goten hesitated, before putting his hands on her hips. He felt her tremble under him. Pan gently gave one last reassuring squeeze before letting Bra's hand go, and stepping away from the two. Goten awkwardly leaned in to kiss Bra on the lips, his tongue gently meeting hers. He slid his hand up her top at the back, discreetly undoing her bra. He stopped immediately when he felt her shiver. He pulled away. "We can take it slow if you want." He offered shyly.
She nodded. She still shook when he placed his hands on her waist. He kissed her gently, but with building passion. He knew exactly how to use his tongue. Bra found herself moaning as she was lowered to the floor. Goten carefully shed her of her panties, leaving her dress on, but pushing it up her slender frame.
He kissed her neck as he entered her. She gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. She nervously clung her hands to his shoulders as he passionately began to move above her. Pan kept out of the way, but watching Bra's confused face. Her eyes closed with pleasure, but her brows were clenched with uncertainty. Goten excitedly stopped, his entire body shuddering. He closed his eyes, and panted lightly. He tiredly kissed down her neck. Bra opened her eyes again, her fingers lightly grazing Goten's bare shoulders. Pan couldn't help but stare at Goten's rippling shoulder muscles, taunt under his smooth skin. After what seemed like so long, he pulled apart from Bra, and she whimpered softly at him. He kissed her shoulder blade sensually as he pulled himself to his knees. Bra sat up, dazed. She pulled her dress back over her body nervously. Her face looked drowsy. Goten caught Pan's gaze, and his face flushed red. Pan looked away, sitting down on the padded cell floor. She curled her knees up to her chin, holding her arms around her legs. She heard Bra and Goten straightening themselves behind her. Her cheeks flushed pink even though she was turned away. Her best friend had just had sex with her uncle! She hadn't ever thought of Goten in that way. He had always been her Uncle Goten.. Trunks best friend. Laughing, dim Goten. She knew he had had many lovers… but never had she ever realised just what he must do with all his loves. He was experienced. Much more than she was. Oh Dende… and she was expected to please him too. It seemed so easy for Bra. No shame, no disgrace. Inside she knew it wasn't true. Bra must be just as devastated, having to give herself away out of love for a third time. A piece of meat… that's what they were. Only good for carrying the children of the powerful Saiyan males.
Pan couldn't help the tears that fell from her midnight black eyes. Bra tiredly lifted her head to watch her friend as she cried. Goten knelt behind Pan. He gently kissed her neck as she cried. She slowly turned to face him, her face streaming with tears. He leant in to her lips, kissing her with tenderness as he lowered her to the floor. His touches were soft and caressing. Pan wouldn't look at him. As much as Goten touched her, Pan froze. She was cold, unfeeling. Refusing to show any emotion apart from her tears. He guiltily coaxed open her thighs. His heart pained as she willingly spread them for him, letting him slide between. His heavy body laid on hers, his weary but trembling muscles brushing hers. Goten clenched his eyes shut with frustration, and when he opened them, he found his own tears there. His hand gently caressed her cheek, his eyes wide and confused. "Pan..." he seemed to plead. He suddenly buried his head in her shoulder blade, his warm breath on her neck. She felt his tear fall and trickle down her shoulder. She tuned her head, smelling his warm scent, feeling his strong dark hair warm against her cheek. Her brows furrowed as he sobbed. "Pan, please… please don't hate me…" he pleaded softly. His voice was filled with angusih, a child's uncertainty. Pan lay silent for several long moments. She ran her slender fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled off her, still in position. He asked silnt permission. Pan felt her soul shake as she gently nodded. When he finally entered her, Pan winced, putting her head back to gaze at the white ceiling. He held her so gently, kissing her tears away as he moved. She clung to him, hearing his soft whispers in her ear. It all seemed in slow motion, his strong body warm and trembling gently. She felt the passion build between them, each needing something. Hollow yearnings. Pan gazed into his soulful black eyes as waves of pleasure overtook her. His strong body moulded so perfectly with hers. His warm cheek brushed hers as he moved against her, deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fearful of losing him. His body shook as he released himself. He leant to kiss her forehead tenderly, holding her with lovingness. Pan rested her head in his neck, smelling his comforting scent. How could something so wrong feel so right? Without realising, she sobbed again. Goten's heart ached, as he held her all the more protectively, trying to make her pain go away. It seemed they were alone in that small white cell. Two unforgivable sinners laid in confused but delicious ecstasy, the lovers entangled on the floor of the white room. Too white.
Pan turned her head away as Goten pulled himself up. She refused to look into his eyes again. Goten paused with pain, watching her struggle to shut him out. He drew away from her innocent form, slowly standing up. He drew on his gi pants again, watching the two girls cover themselves, even if they were not still naked. Pan pulled her gi pants back on. In her daze, she realised Goten had taken off her gi top too. Bra slowly crawled over to Pan, falling into her best friends' arms. The two girls held each other reassuringly, as Goten watched on. But he couldn't help them. He had been the source of their pain, as much as he had tried to make it pleasurable for them. He had taken another bit of their innocence... broken another fragile part of them by forcing himself on both of them, however gently. He felt stained himself. He could only imagine what they were feeling. They didn't speak a word until the guard came for them. Bra and Pan willingly stood up to be chained again. The daughters of such great fighters took their fate so complacently.
Pan couldn't meet anyone's eyes when they were replaced into their cell. Her father walked up to her, his hands reassuringly on her shoulders. She tried to shrug him away from her, but he knew her better than that. He held on. The entire cell was silent. Trunks held Bra tightly, his eyes carefully watching his best friend as he slunk further into the cell.
"Pan…?"
Pan almost didn't register Gohan's voice. It seemed like she was in a trance. She looked up at her father with dry eyes. "Am I going to hell now…?" She whispered. She turned her head away again. Her eyes momentarily met Goten's before she pulled them away again. "He fucked me… We're going to hell… aren't we?" she demanded.
Gohan tried to hug her reassuringly, but she resisted, raising her ki. She wriggled from his grasp and away, but barreled into the solid form of Goku. She looked up at her grandpa, searching for the disgust in his eyes. She could feel everyone in the room looking at her, judging her. "Pan… we love you no matter what…" Her grandpa told her softly. He looked from his granddaughter to his youngest son. Pain flashed across Goten's features. His eyes nervously met his father's, but Goku's held no harsh judgment, no disgust.
Gohan took a step forward. "Is she...?" he asked.
Goku gently placed his hand on Pan's abdomen. He felt the small, but prominent new ki there. He nodded silently. "She's pregnant." He confirmed. Pan lightly sobbed at his words. Goku lifted her chin with his hand, and gazed into her eyes. "Pan.. I don't want you to feel any shame for this new life inside of you now." He said softly. He glanced at Goten too as he spoke. "Every life deserves innocence. Every life deserves a chance... no matter what it's circumstance."
"But I slept with him… Oh Dende… his baby…" Pan murmured. Goku drew her into his arms, letting her cry into his gi. Gohan frowned as he glanced from his brother to his daughter. It was Goten's baby that was growing inside her... He shivered. His daughter was having his brother's child…
Goten stood apart from the group. He watched painfully as pan cried. He wanted so much to hold her, tell her it was ok. But he was the source of her pain. He had inflicted this on her. No matter how much it had hurt him too. He dared to step closer and closer. Goku lifted his head, watching his youngest son. He carefully shrugged Pan from him, and turned her towards Goten. She froze when she saw him so close, and almost stepped backwards. Goten trembled under everyone's eyes. Yes, he had fucked his niece. She was carrying his baby. The words in his head sent a shiver down his spine.
He opened his arms, and she ran into them. He held her close as she cried. His sinful body close to hers. But every tear she shed seemed to wash over him with forgiveness. Each clung to each other in the middle of the stark cell. He clenched his eyes shut. Panny-chan… In all the chaos... she was still Panny, and he still needed to protect her.
Vegeta grunted with complacence. He glanced to Trunks, silently asking for confirmation. His son nodded gravely of his sister's new condition. Vegeta scowled. But he knew nothing could be done now. Only the sound of Pan's grief seemed to echo through the room, but the silence seemed louder. The sound of the seven Saiyan souls seemed to be screaming from within their own prisons, their cries growing weak and more distant, the desperation shattering in the vast black loneliness of space.
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 15, 'Innocence'
"What... what are you doing here?" Rhiamon stuttered.
Marron looked just as surprised. "What about you? What are you doing here?" she stuttered in response, at a loss for words.
Bra looked from one to another. "You guys know each other?" She asked with an excited laugh.
Marron nodded. "He walked me to my apartment after my shift at work."
18 and Krillen suddenly glared suspiciously at Rhiamon, knowing their daughter's past with men hurting her. Marron gave an embarrassed smile. "He was a gentleman. He didn't even ask to come up."
Krillen relaxed a little, now curious instead.
"Who are you…?" Marron continued. "How come you're here?"
Bra suddenly latched onto Rhiamon's arm. "He's my son." She chirped proudly.
Marron shifted her weight nervously. "Bra... that's crazy. Is this... some sort of joke?" She said skeptically. "I mean, he looks older than you! And you don't have any children, you're just 17!"
"It's all true." Bra confirmed.
Marron gave a snort of laughter. "You can't expect me to be that stupid! Come on Bra, quit fooling around!" She laughed.
"Marron... honey, she's not joking." Krillen told his daughter. Marron stopped giggling with shock. She found everyone else solemn faced.
"You're... serious?!" She choked. "But how? I don't understand! It's impossible!"
"It is possible." Goku said sadly.
Marron gave another nervous laugh. "Then... then who's the father? How? When?"
Gohan cleared his throat. "I'm the father." He confirmed. "He's my son."
Marron stared at Gohan with horror. "You... you and Bra? You slept with Bra?" She shrieked. She spun to her friend. "You and Gohan? Slept with… you slept with Gohan?"
Gohan and Bra both flushed red, each conscious of their families around them.
Trunks re-appeared at the doorway, his face grave. He saw his sister, and motioned for her attention. "Bra…we need to talk." He said.
Bra smiled at him. "Hey Trunks. Come and tell Marron that Rhiamon really is my son." She said cheerfully. "She's finding it kinda hard to believe."
"Bra... I need to talk to you." Trunks growled again. "It's important."
Bra let go of Rhiamon's arm with curiosity. "Ok…" She answered, following her brother away into one of the next rooms.
A loud pitched beeping suddenly went off, its source was a little device on Eira's waist. Eira caught hold of it. "Grandma Bulma gave me it. That means…"
She didn't finish as a soaking wet and shivering Cadell appeared at the med lab door. His wounds still looked raw and not fully healed. Now he was only in his shorts, more wounds and scars were visible, old wounds. His back was littered with marks, but none seemed to mar his appearance, only add a warriors experience to his form. He breathing ragged, he seemed to take extreme effort to push air into his powerful lungs.
Krillen frowned. "Cadell, you're not healed fully yet..."
Cadell sharply cut him off. "I'm healed enough." He retorted. "There are more important matters at hand here. There's still too much you have to know."
"At least spend a little more time in the tank first…" Videl pleaded with him.
"No!" Cadell said defiantly. "This needs to be said, now. I thought we wouldn't need to involve you at all, but I think we'll need to." He confessed through gritted teeth. His eyes scanned the group. "Where's Vegeta?" he asked, not seeing his granddad in the group. "And Grandma Bulma too. They need to hear this."
"They had an argument." Pan said tentatively. "They both stormed off. I'm not sure where."
Cadell growled.
"Vegeta is still in the building. I can't sense Bulma though. Her ki is too weak." Goku said, concentrating. "Pan, can you find her?" He instructed his granddaughter.
Marron stared nervously at this stranger that looked so much like Trunks.
18 stepped forward to her daughter. "I'll explain it all to her." She said. She took her daughter by the hand and led her down the hall, Marron kept looking back over her shoulder with amazement.
Cadell limped towards the main area of the building, to where Bulma held meetings with clients often. The others followed, taking a seat or standing around the large table as they went into the room. Vegeta and Bulma soon arrived, Pan nervous of being between them. She nimbly edged to stand near her uncle Goten instead. Vegeta and Bulma seemed complacent of each other, having been told of the reason for being here.
Cadell stood, steadying himself shakily with his hands on the table. "Firstly, it's important we finish the story." He said. "Mom had been made pregnant by her encounter with Trunks, my father, and Bra was now with child to Goku. Despite the injury Trunks suffered, he pulled through. He was valued as a sparing partner for the soldiers, and still of use for now. Goku also healed, his injuries not being serious enough for any real damage a Saiyan couldn't handle. Within 9 months, Pan gave birth to me. Like Rhiamon and Arienne before me, I was also taken away from my mother. Bra experienced difficulties in the later stages of her pregnancy, and gave birth to Rayne a month later than expected. The process had once again turned full circle. The deterioration was apparent in each of them. It had been 22 months now. Just short of two years…
…Bra slowly slid along the cold wall of the cell. Her eyes were void, almost empty. With a deep sigh she turned onto her back, leaning her head back on the wall, her once shining head of beautiful hair now lank and lifeless, but hung extra long and swished at her knees. She held a hand out in front of her, and stared at it, examining it closely. Her face had a dazed look to it, as she focussed all her attention.
Trunks stopped his self-spar to watch her. He was filled with worry at her deteriorating state. Of all of them, she was perhaps taking it the hardest. Sometimes she was her normal self, but sometimes… It was like she was a shell of her former self. Hang on Bra… He thought mentally. Please…
Pan lay back on her bed, her waist length jet-black hair hung off the side of the bed. She gazed blankly at the stark ceiling, perhaps trying to find some shape there, something. She was startled as the door was opened. She sat up to watch, and the other Saiyans looked curiously at the visitors. Was it that time again already…?
Goten panted as he paused in his spar with his brother. He knew it was him they wanted. The males glanced at Bra and Pan. Both girl's stood up to face the guards nervously.
Goten stepped one step forward, his eyes still on the girls. He was to father both their children?
There was a strong tension in the air. Goten glanced worriedly at his brother, and found Gohan frowning.
Trunks looked between them. "Listen, you do know the situation, don't you? Goten is Pan's uncle. Isn't there any other way?" he asked the guard seriously.
Vegeta gave a snort of amusement. "If the boy can't handle the task, I would be willing to make Gohan's brat with child again…" He smirked hautily.
Pan froze. Vegeta was offering to make her pregnant again? She nervously saw the way Trunks and Vegeta were looking at her. It was... there was almost a hunger in their eyes. It scared her.
She saw the thoughts cross her father's face as he seemed to almost weigh up the idea of Vegeta's proposal.
"Either of us could." Trunks hastily added.
The guard looked between all the Saiyans and their little discussion. "The woman would prefer to mate with Trunks or Vegeta?" He said tonelessly.
Trunks, Vegeta, Gohan and Goten all looked at Pan. Trunks and Vegeta with a hidden eagerness, her father with a frown awaiting her decision, and Goten… Her eyes locked with her uncles'. His eyes were questioning and unsure. The sadness and pleading for forgiveness was written all over his face.
"I'm afraid that is not possible." The other guard said suddenly. "The one named Pan must be covered by the male called Goten. Our master wishes it"
"It's crazy!" Gohan retorted sharply. "They're uncle and niece! It's not right!"
The guard snorted irritably. He beckoned to both Bra and Pan. "You two females, come here."
They looked at each other hollowly, Pan feeling panicked, and noticing how calm Bra seemed to look. With a silent need and understanding, they clasped hands together, and walked towards the guard. The two teenage girls kept their heads held high as the collars were snapped on both of them. They were then linked together by an effective but dainty chain between them. Goten was beckoned for next, and Bra and Pan turned to watch him innocently as he was fitted with a collar too.
Gohan started forward. "Both... together?" he stuttered.
"Like an orgy?" Trunks choked out. "You're putting them in all together?"
The guard looked impatient and annoyed. "The male should be able to mount both females within a short time. It is more efficient this way."
Gohan came forward. "Please... Goten. You can't! Not my baby... not Pan! Please don't touch her... not like that…"
Goten was saddened as he met his brother's pleading gaze. "I don't have a choice…" he said weakly. "There isn't another way."
Goku flinched at his son's words. He watched with growing disbelief as his granddaughter was lead away from them… to be covered by his youngest son. He looked from Pan and her innocent young face, to Goten's saddened and confused expression. He watched as their eyes met, neither speaking, each looking at the other searchingly.
Goku caught his older son's arm lightly as the three young Saiyans were led from the cell. Gohan snapped his gaze to look into his father's eyes. Goku could see the tears forming there. "Not again.." Gohan murmured with devastation. "Not Goten... not my baby brother and my little girl…"
Goten was pushed into the cell first, and followed by Pan and Bra. He looked around him curiously, but also a little fearfully. He straightened, looking over his shoulder. Bra and Pan still held onto each other, their eyes scared now. Goten's heart sank in his chest. He had to do this to them… He almost couldn't stand it. He turned to face them, gingerly stepping towards them. Bra and Pan tightened their grip on each other's hand. Goten gently moved to unclip the chain that held the two girl's' together. He looked at both of them, and flicked his eyes from Bra to his niece. He shyly looked at Bra.
"So… you've done this before, huh?" he laughed weakly.
Bra nodded. Goten hesitated, before putting his hands on her hips. He felt her tremble under him. Pan gently gave one last reassuring squeeze before letting Bra's hand go, and stepping away from the two. Goten awkwardly leaned in to kiss Bra on the lips, his tongue gently meeting hers. He slid his hand up her top at the back, discreetly undoing her bra. He stopped immediately when he felt her shiver. He pulled away. "We can take it slow if you want." He offered shyly.
She nodded. She still shook when he placed his hands on her waist. He kissed her gently, but with building passion. He knew exactly how to use his tongue. Bra found herself moaning as she was lowered to the floor. Goten carefully shed her of her panties, leaving her dress on, but pushing it up her slender frame.
He kissed her neck as he entered her. She gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. She nervously clung her hands to his shoulders as he passionately began to move above her. Pan kept out of the way, but watching Bra's confused face. Her eyes closed with pleasure, but her brows were clenched with uncertainty. Goten excitedly stopped, his entire body shuddering. He closed his eyes, and panted lightly. He tiredly kissed down her neck. Bra opened her eyes again, her fingers lightly grazing Goten's bare shoulders. Pan couldn't help but stare at Goten's rippling shoulder muscles, taunt under his smooth skin. After what seemed like so long, he pulled apart from Bra, and she whimpered softly at him. He kissed her shoulder blade sensually as he pulled himself to his knees. Bra sat up, dazed. She pulled her dress back over her body nervously. Her face looked drowsy. Goten caught Pan's gaze, and his face flushed red. Pan looked away, sitting down on the padded cell floor. She curled her knees up to her chin, holding her arms around her legs. She heard Bra and Goten straightening themselves behind her. Her cheeks flushed pink even though she was turned away. Her best friend had just had sex with her uncle! She hadn't ever thought of Goten in that way. He had always been her Uncle Goten.. Trunks best friend. Laughing, dim Goten. She knew he had had many lovers… but never had she ever realised just what he must do with all his loves. He was experienced. Much more than she was. Oh Dende… and she was expected to please him too. It seemed so easy for Bra. No shame, no disgrace. Inside she knew it wasn't true. Bra must be just as devastated, having to give herself away out of love for a third time. A piece of meat… that's what they were. Only good for carrying the children of the powerful Saiyan males.
Pan couldn't help the tears that fell from her midnight black eyes. Bra tiredly lifted her head to watch her friend as she cried. Goten knelt behind Pan. He gently kissed her neck as she cried. She slowly turned to face him, her face streaming with tears. He leant in to her lips, kissing her with tenderness as he lowered her to the floor. His touches were soft and caressing. Pan wouldn't look at him. As much as Goten touched her, Pan froze. She was cold, unfeeling. Refusing to show any emotion apart from her tears. He guiltily coaxed open her thighs. His heart pained as she willingly spread them for him, letting him slide between. His heavy body laid on hers, his weary but trembling muscles brushing hers. Goten clenched his eyes shut with frustration, and when he opened them, he found his own tears there. His hand gently caressed her cheek, his eyes wide and confused. "Pan..." he seemed to plead. He suddenly buried his head in her shoulder blade, his warm breath on her neck. She felt his tear fall and trickle down her shoulder. She tuned her head, smelling his warm scent, feeling his strong dark hair warm against her cheek. Her brows furrowed as he sobbed. "Pan, please… please don't hate me…" he pleaded softly. His voice was filled with angusih, a child's uncertainty. Pan lay silent for several long moments. She ran her slender fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled off her, still in position. He asked silnt permission. Pan felt her soul shake as she gently nodded. When he finally entered her, Pan winced, putting her head back to gaze at the white ceiling. He held her so gently, kissing her tears away as he moved. She clung to him, hearing his soft whispers in her ear. It all seemed in slow motion, his strong body warm and trembling gently. She felt the passion build between them, each needing something. Hollow yearnings. Pan gazed into his soulful black eyes as waves of pleasure overtook her. His strong body moulded so perfectly with hers. His warm cheek brushed hers as he moved against her, deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fearful of losing him. His body shook as he released himself. He leant to kiss her forehead tenderly, holding her with lovingness. Pan rested her head in his neck, smelling his comforting scent. How could something so wrong feel so right? Without realising, she sobbed again. Goten's heart ached, as he held her all the more protectively, trying to make her pain go away. It seemed they were alone in that small white cell. Two unforgivable sinners laid in confused but delicious ecstasy, the lovers entangled on the floor of the white room. Too white.
Pan turned her head away as Goten pulled himself up. She refused to look into his eyes again. Goten paused with pain, watching her struggle to shut him out. He drew away from her innocent form, slowly standing up. He drew on his gi pants again, watching the two girls cover themselves, even if they were not still naked. Pan pulled her gi pants back on. In her daze, she realised Goten had taken off her gi top too. Bra slowly crawled over to Pan, falling into her best friends' arms. The two girls held each other reassuringly, as Goten watched on. But he couldn't help them. He had been the source of their pain, as much as he had tried to make it pleasurable for them. He had taken another bit of their innocence... broken another fragile part of them by forcing himself on both of them, however gently. He felt stained himself. He could only imagine what they were feeling. They didn't speak a word until the guard came for them. Bra and Pan willingly stood up to be chained again. The daughters of such great fighters took their fate so complacently.
Pan couldn't meet anyone's eyes when they were replaced into their cell. Her father walked up to her, his hands reassuringly on her shoulders. She tried to shrug him away from her, but he knew her better than that. He held on. The entire cell was silent. Trunks held Bra tightly, his eyes carefully watching his best friend as he slunk further into the cell.
"Pan…?"
Pan almost didn't register Gohan's voice. It seemed like she was in a trance. She looked up at her father with dry eyes. "Am I going to hell now…?" She whispered. She turned her head away again. Her eyes momentarily met Goten's before she pulled them away again. "He fucked me… We're going to hell… aren't we?" she demanded.
Gohan tried to hug her reassuringly, but she resisted, raising her ki. She wriggled from his grasp and away, but barreled into the solid form of Goku. She looked up at her grandpa, searching for the disgust in his eyes. She could feel everyone in the room looking at her, judging her. "Pan… we love you no matter what…" Her grandpa told her softly. He looked from his granddaughter to his youngest son. Pain flashed across Goten's features. His eyes nervously met his father's, but Goku's held no harsh judgment, no disgust.
Gohan took a step forward. "Is she...?" he asked.
Goku gently placed his hand on Pan's abdomen. He felt the small, but prominent new ki there. He nodded silently. "She's pregnant." He confirmed. Pan lightly sobbed at his words. Goku lifted her chin with his hand, and gazed into her eyes. "Pan.. I don't want you to feel any shame for this new life inside of you now." He said softly. He glanced at Goten too as he spoke. "Every life deserves innocence. Every life deserves a chance... no matter what it's circumstance."
"But I slept with him… Oh Dende… his baby…" Pan murmured. Goku drew her into his arms, letting her cry into his gi. Gohan frowned as he glanced from his brother to his daughter. It was Goten's baby that was growing inside her... He shivered. His daughter was having his brother's child…
Goten stood apart from the group. He watched painfully as pan cried. He wanted so much to hold her, tell her it was ok. But he was the source of her pain. He had inflicted this on her. No matter how much it had hurt him too. He dared to step closer and closer. Goku lifted his head, watching his youngest son. He carefully shrugged Pan from him, and turned her towards Goten. She froze when she saw him so close, and almost stepped backwards. Goten trembled under everyone's eyes. Yes, he had fucked his niece. She was carrying his baby. The words in his head sent a shiver down his spine.
He opened his arms, and she ran into them. He held her close as she cried. His sinful body close to hers. But every tear she shed seemed to wash over him with forgiveness. Each clung to each other in the middle of the stark cell. He clenched his eyes shut. Panny-chan… In all the chaos... she was still Panny, and he still needed to protect her.
Vegeta grunted with complacence. He glanced to Trunks, silently asking for confirmation. His son nodded gravely of his sister's new condition. Vegeta scowled. But he knew nothing could be done now. Only the sound of Pan's grief seemed to echo through the room, but the silence seemed louder. The sound of the seven Saiyan souls seemed to be screaming from within their own prisons, their cries growing weak and more distant, the desperation shattering in the vast black loneliness of space.