Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Commandments of 10 (The Bible According to Tristian) ( Chapter 25 )
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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: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 1.2K | 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: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 25, 'Commandments of 10 (The Bible According to Tristian)'
The river flowed around her feet, the clear water cleansing. The air was filled with the gentle sound of the flowing water. It was calming. The small clearing was surrounded by dense undergrowth and forest, and was secluded, apart from the wildlife. Pan stepped out of the river, her jeans rolled to her knees. She wrapped her arms around herself, gazing around with tired eyes. She lay back on the bank, her head resting softly in the grass. She wrapped her arms around herself. Vegeta...
She could still feel his hands, smell his scent around her. Had she even wanted that? She had felt... like she couldn't refuse. Like she had no right to say no. Had the events so far had so much impact on her? She hadn't thought so... she thought she could take the coming events. Even stop them. But now she was listening to her inner feelings. And there she found the deep fear, dread for the future. She wanted to go to college, she wanted to fight like her grandfathers. How could she face all that being taken away from her? Her life, turned to nothing. Belonging to someone else. Living for a purpose, not her own, but someone else's. Maybe that's why she had let him...
"Pan?"
Pan jumped up, startled. Goku smiled warmly. "Hey, what are you doing all the way out here?"
Following her grandfather was Goten. Goten grinned and waved. "You're up early Pan-chan."
"Hey." Pan greeted weakly.
"We're gonna swim and fish." Goku told her. "Sounds good, ne?"
Pan didn't answer. She turned her head to the side, watching a hummingbird flit from flower to flower.
"What's up?" Goten asked her. "You seem a little disconnected."
Pan looked up just as Goku appeared right beside her, slapping a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, it'll be..." he didn't finish the sentence.
Pan leapt away from him. "Don't come closer!" he cried out. She gazed at him as his eyes widened in confusion. The damage was done.
"You smell like..." Goku frowned. He looked away, trying to collect his thoughts, disbelieving.
"Smell like what?" Goten asked. He tried to step closer in curiosity. Pan stepped back.
"Vegeta." Goku said suddenly. His voice had a strange tone to it. "Pan... Vegeta?"
Goten froze. "What about Vegeta?" He demanded. He strode up beside Goku. From here, he could indeed smell the same scent Goku had. He absorbed his father's words, looking at the young teenage girl before him.
Goku slowly looked at Pan again. "You... wanted this?" He mumbled.
"…Wanted what?" Goten's voice was almost dark. His eyes widened as he saw the blush cross Goku's cheeks. "You slept with Vegeta?" He yelled at his niece, coming to an abrupt and reckless conclusion. "Are you crazy?" He suddenly paused. "Was it rape? Pan???"
Pan was incredibly startled. "No!... I don't know!" She spun around, facing the stream again, her arms around herself.
"Pan...? You don't know?" Goku was startled. 'Did he force..."
"Don't!" Pan cried out.
Goku blushed more, but paled beneath the redness. Feelings of anger began to fill his peaceful soul. Vegeta…? Hurt his granddaughter like that? He sat down on the soft grass, as well to seem less intimidating to his distraught little Pan. He... didn't know what to do. There was silence for moments. "I just didn't stop him... It wasn't rape. I let him... I just don't understand why."
Goku tried to put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Isn't he...a little mature for you honey?" he asked with a deep blush. He wasn't stupid... he knew bits and pieces of Bulma and Vegeta's passionate relations... he ran his hand through his thick black hair worriedly. "You're just 16…" he tried desperately to remember if Bulma had been interested in ... sex… when she was that age. And he knew that Vegeta had a tendency to take what he wanted. Could it all even be true? Goku was sure he didn't want any of it to be.
"I was confused." Pan snapped. She put a hand to her face, almost hiding behind it. "I kept thinking... of the future. ...He takes me in the future. It was as though I didn't care anymore. Like I expected it to happen anyway. Why not last night? What if he would take me anyway in a month?"
Goten clenched a fist. He felt power tremble through him at the thought of Vegeta forcing her do to *that*. They were fighting so this never happened! Oh Dende... his innocent niece trapped beneath that monster as he took his pleasure. It didn't matter that Pan hadn't stopped him, it was unacceptable! They were trying to stop this... stop Vegeta taking her innocence so ruthlessly in the future. Goten felt beyond helpless. For some reason, the rage ran through him like it hadn't done before. This feeling was somehow different... he couldn't place why.
Pan sensed his ki rising rapidly. "Goten! Don't tell Gohan! Please!" She pleaded.
"You're going to defend him?" Goten growled.
"I'm just as guilty as him." Pan said firmly. "Please... don't tell my Dad."
"You know what your father will say..." Goku said.
"Would!" Pan corrected him. "Please! I'm begging you! Don't tell him. It was a mistake. I wasn't thinking...."
Goten snorted. "When he talked about you... did it sound like he cared about you? He wants you for your bloodline, nothing more."
Goku frowned deeply. "Just like them..." He mused quietly.
"You're too young for him, Pan!" Goten yelled at her. "You're still at high school, and he's older than Goku! To hell that we don't age... it's still wrong!"
"I don't want to be taken for my bloodline!" Pan suddenly screamed. "I don't want to be wanted for what damn children I can bear! I never asked for my saiyan blood... Maybe that's all I'm worth."
The men looked at her with pain filled, wide eyes. Goten strode forward and caught Pan by her shoulders. "You're worth more than that!" he snapped. "Gohan's right. You're worth more than saving this damn saiyan race! Your mate should love you for who you are, not what children you can give him!"
Pan's black eyes met Goten's stormy ones. "…He doesn't love you." Goten choked out. He gave her a light shake, his face intense. "He took you and he doesn't love you!"
Goten was suddenly startled by Goku's calming hand on his shoulder. Goten slowly released his grip on Pan, and she stumbled back.
"Please don't tell my father... I'm begging you." Pan said again. "Please Goten, Grandpa..."
"You expect me to hide this from Gohan?" Goten growled. His features darkened and with one final look at Pan, he exploded off into the sky. Pan watched his disappearing form with fear.
"He won't say anything. But you'd better bathe before you go home today..." Goku said firmly. "Gohan will smell Vegeta's scent on you."
__*__
Tristian bolted up in bed at a sudden sound. It was dark in the room, his clock reading 3:30am at night. The first thing he saw made him jump in fear almost. Eira was stood in his room, her face covered in tears, and her bottom lip quivering.
"Eira-chan?" Tristian asked softly, his face frowning at seeing she was upset. "What's wrong babe?"
"I had a bad dream..." She sniffled. Tristian's heart leapt with concern. He thought for a moment, before lifting the edge of his covers up.
"Hop in." he offered. A small smile appeared on Eira's face, and she climbed in, snuggling up to Tristian's warm body. She let out a few more small sniffles, before she calmed down. Tristian snuggled down again, putting his arms around her.
Eira settled down to sleep again, feeling safe.
__*__
Goten walked down the Capsule Corp hallways that night, his hands jammed into his pockets. Pan had arrived home, and Goten couldn't feel Gohan's ki raising any, so she must have hidden it well for now. He could still feel the rage boiling inside of him. Vegeta... How dare he sleep with his innocent niece? How dare he do to her what he would to a lover?
As he walked, his senses scanned the Corp for ki signatures, mostly for Vegeta's. But as he did, he felt something distracting. Eira's ki wasn't down the hall in her normal bedroom. He followed her ki with interest, and was surprised to come across Tristian's door. He gently pushed it open, and stepped quietly into the room. He froze with cold fear. Tristian and Eira were laid in bed together, Tristian's arms wrapped around her innocent body, as she snuggled against his front. Tristian sensed Goten's presence, and sat up in bed. He untangled himself from Eira, swinging his legs out of the bed, pulling on his gi pants over his boxers.
"You bastard!" Goten screamed in a rage. Tristian was shocked. He stood up fully, Eira stirring. As she did, it was obvious she was severely underdressed, only a thin almost transparent nighty covering her slender but shapely body. Tristian glanced at Eira, then at his father. He walked towards Goten. "It's ok. She just..." he began to explain with a casual smile. He wasn't prepared as Goten swung a vicious punch at his jaw, Tristian slamming backwards into the wall. His head slammed into the wall painfully, his neck taking a lot of impact too from the unexpected blow. Tristian fought against the pain that overtook him now. He looked at his enraged father with devastation and betrayal.
A trickle of blood ran down his face. "You think I fucked Eira... don't you?" He accused hollowly. He didn't attempt to get up.
Eira was up from the bed, her face sleepy and beyond worried. "What's going on?" She wailed.
"Why were you in Tristian's bed like that?!" Goten spat angrily, gesturing to her nighty.
"I had a nightmare..." Eira sobbed with fear at the tense situation. "I was scared... I wanted to stay with Trissy-chan... I felt safer."
"A bad dream? You expect me to believe you were that scared from a little nightmare?" Goten raged.
Tristian's face hardened. "You fucking bastard..." he swore. "You don't understand at all..."
"That she could be scared from a nightmare? Enough to sleep almost naked with her own brother?" Goten yelled angrily.
"That's the same fucking nightmare they all wake up at night from!" Tristian yelled with rage now. "Try to comfort them is the only thing we can do... we were too fucking late!"
Goten calmed briefly. "The same nightmare...?"
"The same reason Arienne and Rayne wake up screaming." Tristian snarled.
"Rayne..." Goten murmured, remembering a previous night. "What happened?"
"You don't need to know!" Tristian snapped. "Now get the hell out!" Goten hesitated. Tristian growled with rage. "Get out!!!"
Goten stumbled, laving the room quickly.
__*__
Tristian appeared down in the main Corp later Goten watched him warily. He watched as his son walked by him, and he put his hand out, catching Tristian's arm. "Tristian..."
"Let go of me." Tristian snarled dangerously. He pushed past, shaking his arm free. He walked in, joining the some of the others in one of the living rooms. Goten took a seat too, accepting a coffee from Mrs. Briefs. Vegeta was in the room. He even didn't act like he had done anything! He was normal... So was Pan. damn it! Why couldn't everyone see what they had done? keeping this secret for Pan was killing him... Why hadn't he told Gohan? Why was he staying quiet? He struggled badly to keep his ki in check. He wanted to pound the smirking prince into the very ground for touching Pan...
It wasn't long before Tristian and the others looked up to see Eira in the doorway. She was still in the dangerously flimsy nighty, but was wearing Tristian's purple shirt over the top, buttoned at just the right places.
She padded across the cold floor barefoot, climbing onto Tristian's lap as he opened his arms to welcome her. She snuggled against him, her eyes dry now, but emotionless. Nothing.
The others in the room, unfamiliar with this new development, were nervous and suspicious. Goten folded his arms against his chest and sighed. And to top all of the trouble off, now there was this situation!
"How are you feeling babe?" Tristian asked, his voice cheerful, but wavering.
"Ok." She answered. None of that joy in her voice anymore. It was void.
"What's wrong with the brat?" Vegeta snorted.
"She had another bad dream." Tristian said simply, not elaborating.
Vegeta's mind, like the others, slowly played over Rayne's nightmare a few nights ago. "What's wrong with them?" Vegeta demanded. Goten slowly clenched his fist as the Prince spoke, but his daughter's happiness was at question here.
Gohan looked from Vegeta to Tristian. "There's something wrong?"
"Drop it." Rayne suddenly snapped.
The guys looked at her with surprise. "I think we should know what you're hiding." Vegeta huffed. He set his stony glare on Rayne expectantly. He was unsuspecting as Rayne slowly got up, walking over to him.
Rayne set her hands on the table in front of him, leaning her weight slightly to lean in to Vegeta. "You've heard the locker room talk, haven't you?" She said quietly. "You know, the many 'traditions' they have there..."
Vegeta froze. His mind went back to something he had once overheard from Radditz and Nappa... His stare snapped from all the girl youths to another. Especially his solemn faced daughter. As he looked at her, she looked away, with difficulty looking him in the eyes.
Rayne sighed. "You took your time to figure it out..." She said. "Now... this talk is over." She told him firmly. Vegeta's nod was discrete and almost undetectable. A strange look passed over his features.
Rayne held out her hand to Eira. "Come on honey, let's get you cleaned up." She smiled warmly. Tristian let go of his sister and let her follow Rayne.
"I think we need a break." Rhiamon changed the subject. "How about we go out?" There was a murmur of agreement. Things had been far too intense recently, and showed no signs of light breaking through… not yet.
__*__
Goten sipped his fruit smoothie absently. So much was on his mind. First Vegeta and Pan. Then his fight with Tristian. He hadn't meant to jump to such conclusions. His mind played over throwing Tristian back against the wall. Tristian's dark eyes looking up to meet his. Looking at his son now in the ice-cream parlour, he was smiling again. He seemed to bounce back so easily. He had forgiven him, that Goten knew. He had tried to apologize to the dark-haired youth, and Tristian had been all too willing to forgive. Far too willing. Goten's gaze snapped to Pan. Vegeta hadn't accompanied them out, so she was safe for now. But he still felt a need to keep watch on his niece. He couldn't believe what had happened... still! It made Goten's anger boil that Vegeta had been the one to make Pan 'experienced' like that. She was only 16! He sighed irritably. His gaze shifted back to Tristian, to see his son being approached by a couple of young hot looking women. He smiled slightly. Out the corner of his eye sat next to him, he saw Trunks also watching Tristian. Goten realized there was a deep scowl in his features. Did Trunks resent Tristian that much? Suddenly... it hit. Was Trunks… jealous? Did he see Trissy-chan as a threat? Goten chuckled.
Trunks spun around suspiciously. "What?!" he demanded irritably.
"Dude, it looks as if your reputation as the lady killer has a new title holder." Goten smirked, motioning at Tristian.
Trunks scoffed. "Oh please? The novice." He laughed arrogantly.
Goten laughed too… but not with him. "You're in denial." He taunted. "Tristian is so much smoother than you."
Trunks' eye twitched angrily. "Wanna bet?" he hollered.
Goten stared right back at him. "Hell yeah!" he agreed. Both men stiffly shook hands, each surpressing their true strength holding vicious eye contact, but gradually squeezing each other's hand tighter…and tighter… until both snatched their hand away and resumed their cool.
_*_
"A bet?"
Goten nodded solemnly. "It's been decided! Each contestant will score with as many women as possible, but must bring back valid proof!"
Trunks was smirking maniacally in his corner, while Tristian innocently looked at his father. "Sure. It sounds fair." He replied.
Pan's eye twitched nervously. How did this happen??? The rest of the gang watched too, horrified, but also deeply curious about it all.
Goten leaned back in his chair. "Tristian, you're up first!" he declared. Tristian smiled confidently, before stalking off into the mall.
Tristian appeared back with the usual pair of panties. Goten flashed his son a grin.
Trunks did one better and came away with the panties and her tights. Tristian came back with the panties, the tights, and her bra. Trunks fumed, returning next time with panties, tights, bra and suspenders. Trunks stood smirking, smug in his victory. Until Tristian showed up with her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders and a very… 'fetching' set of photobooth photos, showing the removal of each item…and… other such photos…
Goten slapped his son heartily on the back while Trunks glared on, his fiery Saiyan determination in his eyes now. He was the prince of Saiyans! He was not about to be outdone by this low class baka! He stormed off.
Pan frowned. She looked at a very happy Goten, who was glancing over Tristian's pile of 'booty'. "Goten." She hissed. "This competition, or whatever it is between Tristian and Trunks has to stop!"
Goten looked up with surprise. "But Pan…" He whined. "Tristian is winning!"
Tristian looked just as devastated. "But I'm winning… And I get money from this bet if I win... LOTS of money…!"
Pan paused in her snapping. Her eyes began to get all starry. "Lots of money…?" She repeated with wonder.
Tristian grinned, hugging Pan tightly. "I couldn't have done it without you Mom!" he cried happily.
Pan grinned, throwing her arms around her son. "I'm so proud of you!" She squealed. "And with such a lot of money, we can use it to send you to college, and get you a nice respectable job…!" She once again froze, suddenly frowning. She pulled away, slapping her hand to her forehead. "What the hell am I saying?" She screeched. "I've been manipulated!"
Gohan was frozen with a cold fear. "You sound just like Mom!" He cried with terror.
Tristian and Goten grinned sheepishly…
When Trunks came back this time, he had with him her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, similar photos, and … her portable 'toy'. Goten started chewing his nails nervously as his son strode off, Trunks once again feeling triumph.
When he came back later, he was carrying her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, more photo's, her portable toys… and a spare key to her apartment.
Trunks growled out loud, surprising the group of spectators. He stormed off yet again, refusing to be beaten! He came back with her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, a number of 'toys', even more photos, another spare key and her nightgown and a collection of beauty products from her dressing table. He smirked maniacally. This time… he couldn't beat him this time... Oh no! Not this time…
Tristian didn't look as fazed as he should have done. He walked off again, his hands in his pockets. He was extra long this time, and the gang waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, they all turned around at the sound of many feet. Tristian came walking towards them, a crowd of 10 girls at his sides, all giggling and holding his arms wherever they could. He stopped before the astonished gang, and all the girls began to say their good-byes, all of them insisting on kissing him goodbye with tongue, and cheekily feeling him. By the time they had all finished, they walked away in their group, all giggling and chattering excitedly, glancing back constantly over their shoulders.
Then Tristian got down to business. He produced 10 panties, 10 pair of tights, 10 bras, 10 pairs of suspenders, 10 strips of *VERY* interesting photos, 10 portable 'toys', 10 slinky lacy nightgowns, 10 lipglosses … and from his pocket, he pulled out a keying, with 10 spare keys to their apartments! Goten and Yamcha stood up cheering, and heartily congratulating the clear winner.
Trunks fumed, his lips thin and taunt in a childish manner. "That is so unfair!" he cried. "I bet none of those keys are real!" He cried out.
Tristian paused, spinning to face the prince with amusement. "Pick one." He said bluntly, holding out the keying.
Trunks was taken aback. He frowned, but picked a small pink key. Tristian grinned. "Ahh… the blonde." He smirked. He looked up, focusing his concentration. While he stared into space, they watched him lightly sniff the air. "Good job they all live incredibly close by."
Gohan looked disturbed. "Why are you…sniffing?"
A strange look came over Tristian's eyes, making Gohan feel the equivalent of a house pet in the presence of a wild animal.
Tristian looked surprised. "Are you telling me you can't smell a female that has just been intimate with you?" He asked with all seriousness. He closed his eyes. "It's the most amazingly sexy smell… Waking up next to a female in the morning, smelling your scent all over her body, reminding you that you claimed her…" He smirked. Those around him were startled as a shiver seemed to run through his whole body. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling as he smirked slowly. He opened his eyes again, and they seemed to have a predators gleam to them. He began to stalk of in his chosen direction, whilst the others followed nervously. Trunks stalked close behind, still not believing he had lost.
The trail led to a block of apartments, and they waited in the lobby, while Tristian and Trunks took the elevator up to the third floor. They walked down the corridor, and Tristian stopped abruptly at the door. He dug the key out of his pocket, briefly meeting Trunks' expectant stare. Tristian put the key in the door and unlocked the door. He gently pushed it open and peered inside.
"Jennifer?" He called into the apartment. Trunks peered over Trissy's shoulder, and nearly fell over when a petit blonde woman appeared suddenly. Her jade green eyes lit up with excitement. She skipped over to the door, grabbing Tristian by his collar. "Trissy-chan!" She exclaimed with passion and delight. She yanked him inside, and Trunks found the door slammed in his face. He didn't move for a few moments, staring at the blank now closed door. He slowly clenched his fists together with anger. He resisted aiming for the door or walls, and strode back down the corridor back down to the lobby.
He walked straight past the expectant others waiting there. Before they could say a word, he filled them in. "…he's otherwise engaged." He snapped. Goten watched his best friend storm out the building, before leaping, his fist in the air in victory. "We won!"" he whooped.
_*_
Trunks was waiting for Tristian when he arrived back at the Corp. He fixed his eyes on the dark figure walking down to the main suites down the darkened corridor. He stealthily moved, cutting him off. The youth raised an eyebrow expectantly at him.
Trunks reached for his wallet out of his jacket pocket. He shoved a roll of bills in Tristian's hand. Tristian looked with surprise, before shoving them back. "I don't want your money, Briefs." He huffed. "It was just a bet."
"Take it." Trunks snarled. "We had a deal. You won fairly." He frowned as Tristian still didn't respond. "Just take the damn money!" he snapped again, and shoved the money completely into Tristian's hand. He strode away from the youth without a second glance.
Tristian reluctantly held onto the money. He made his way to the suites. As he walked down the corridor, he saw a light still on. He smiled, and peered through the ajar door. Eira was sat on her bed in her pajama's reading a magazine. He slowly crept in.
Eira sensed his presence, and looked up in delight. "Trissy-chan!" She grinned.
"Hey babe. How are you doing, love?" he asked. He leant to her, handing over the roll of bills. Eira looked down at it all in surprise. "Buy something pretty to wear." He announced softly. "Tell Arienne and Rayne to buy something too."
Eira's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?" She breathed.
Tristian nodded, leaning to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "Sure babe." He smiled softly, before stalking out to his own quarters.
__*__
Deep in the Corp, there was another person that wasn't asleep. The Saiyan shut the door of the gravity room behind him, and stepped into the dark corridor. He glanced around, adjusting to the darkness that engulfed him. He raised his ki a little, and his hand seemed to glow a little before him. He walked deeper into the Corp towards his new rooms. He no longer shared Bulma's bed since their separation, he had taken a guest room near where the others were staying. Bra had been happy for her friends to stay so close to her while the youths were here. As Vegeta neared his quarters, he paused. He felt a familiar ki next to him behind one of the doors. He knew it was her. He gently pushed open her door, finding it unlocked. Possibly feeling awkward locking the door while she was just a guest there. Vegeta slowly slid into the blackened room. With the soft glow of his ki, he gazed on the figure asleep in the bed. Her face was snuggled against the fluffy pillow, and her dark hair splayed over her neck. He watched silently as she took soft breaths in her slumber.
…He had awoken that morning to find her gone from his bed. He had been surprised to find her petit body missing from the large bed in his quarters. He must have finally loosened his arms from around her in his sleep. He had awoken to the dawn light shining on the empty side, the covers loosely pulled aside. The prince began to question whether the young daughter of Gohan had been there in the first place. But he knew she had. He remembered her beneath him, remembered her smell, her whimpers in his ear. He could still feel it as she nervously dug the pads of her fingers into him as he had moved for the first time within her. Her black eyes flicking nervously back and forth from him. Her awkward movements as she struggled to know what to do during their lovemaking. …Had she wanted it? Vegeta frowned in the darkness, gazing at the same face he had seen looking so uncertain under his warm body. He had taken her... she should be honored that the prince of saiyans had chosen to mate with her. Why wasn't she pleased? This confused him. If not him, it would have been lowly human boyfriend in a fumbling moment. Hardly worthy of touching a female of such precious and rare blood.
While Pan still slept, Vegeta gently stroked a strand of her hair back from her face. She stirred momentarily, but her eyes didn't open. It was a shame it couldn't have waited a couple of years later. She was barely past the brink of adolescence, and if on Vegetasei, she could have maybe been preserved a little longer. But these were different circumstances. She was old enough to mate, but only by a few months. Soon she'd have to grow up to take her new responsibilities.
In the soft glow of his ki, Vegeta noticed a glint of silver beside him on a table in the room. Curiously, he reached for it, holding it in his hand. He frowned deeply, recognizing it. It was the foil wrapping of a contraceptive pill. The same Rhiamon had given to the girls the morning after. So many thoughts ran through his head. He snapped his gaze to the sleeping girl again. Quickly but quietly he strode to her bedside, kneeling beside. He put his hand carefully over her abdomen, concentrating.
…Nothing. Vegeta froze in surprise. Had she...had she aborted the beginnings of his child using this earth contraceptive? He struggled to comprehend it all. Had she not been happy that he had impregnated her? He had not imagined this outcome at all. He had been so adamant she would have his love child.
Pan suddenly stirred, half asleep still. She gazed at the prince, before panicking. She scrambled up, holding her covers over her chest. "Vegeta? What are you doing in here?" She stuttered.
Vegeta didn't answer her at first, only glared at her steadily. "Brat... do you know what you've done?" He growled.
Pan looked confused, then saw the silver wrapper in his hand. Her eyebrows creased softly. "Vegeta…" She was startled as he caught her wrist in his hand. She could know fully see the hurt in his features. He was...upset?
"You killed our baby." Vegeta accused her. "Of royal bloodline, no less!" He tightened his grip on her wrist.
Pan winced. "Vegeta… you're hurting me." She cried out. "I'm 16! I can't have your baby! What would my family think of me when they find out what we did?"
Vegeta growled and looked away from her face. "…I was scared!" She suddenly cried out. "When you touched me like that... I was scared! I didn't want you to take me... not like that…"
Vegeta glanced back at her, his features unreadable. "...I didn't rape you, brat."
Pan nodded nervously. "I know you didn't. I didn't know what I was doing, or getting myself into. I don't... feel anything for you Vegeta. I won't have your child."
Pan watched as Vegeta struggled to absorb what she had said. She wasn't expecting it as Vegeta suddenly turned to her, pushing her down. She struggled to lift her upper body, but he had hold of her wrists. She was pushed further down onto the bed as he shifted his weight over her. "Vegeta!" She cried out. He didn't seem to register her as he began forcefully kissing down her neck and chest. Pan began to panic. He wouldn't accept what she had said! He didn't respond to her protests as he began to lift her nightgown up her body.
Pan tried desperately to free herself. Even if she screamed, she was alone in this guest wing of the Corp. Except for Vegeta's bedroom down the hall, they were alone. And she couldn't stop him! "Vegeta… even if I was willing last time, if you do this, it's rape!" She cried. Still it was like he couldn't hear her.
No one could hear. It was futile. But as Vegeta's heavy body pressed down on hers, she screamed a name…
"…GOTEN!"
_*_
Goten stirred in his sleep. Something... something was wrong. He sat up in his bed, troubled and half-asleep. He reached for his boxer shorts and pulled them on before standing out of bed. He put his hands to his head. What was wrong? A mental flash seemed to cross his mind. Pan…
Before he even fully realized it, he was running out of his guestroom, down the long dark halls of the Corp. As he ran, he began to hear her calls. Calling his name.
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Goten burst in the door, stopping dead. What he saw made his heart sink lower than he had ever felt it before. Both the figures on the bed turned to him as he stood in the doorway. Tears were shivering down Pan's cheeks, and Vegeta was laid between her naked thighs. Goten roared and before Vegeta had time to fully move, Goten had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, throwing him against the wall. Vegeta landed on the ground after hitting the wall. He struggled to get to his feet, but Goten dragged him up by his neck. He held the Saiyan prince up, nearly choking him. "What were you doing to her? Bastard!!!" he screamed. Goten threw his angry gaze at Pan, assessing her.
"He... he didn't. You came before..." Pan stuttered. Goten snapped his glare back at Vegeta.
"I should kill you now!" Goten yelled. "You've been like a damn second father to me, you bastard!" Goten tightened his grip momentarily. The man he was looking at was trunks and Bra's father. His father all those times Goku wasn't there for him… His best friend's flesh and blood. He was torn. This was also the man that had nearly raped his niece… He suddenly released the prince, and he fell to the floor. Goten gave him a vicious kick to the ribs. "You're not worth it! You're not fucking worth it… you hear me?"
Vegeta struggled to his knees, almost disorientated, his eyes wide and completely unlike him. "If you ever touch her again... I'll kill you." Goten vowed. "I swear I will…"
Goten walked over to the bed, tenderly scooping his trembling niece in his arms. She leant on his chest as he held her against him. He didn't even look at Vegeta again as he strode out the room. Neither said a word as Goten carried her down the corridor. He didn't know where he was taking her... only that he was taking her away from him. He stopped at his quarters, pushing open the ajar door gently. He walked in, placing her down on his disarrayed bed. He turned on a very soft lamp on the bedside. Pan sat with her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs. Goten sat carefully on the bed beside her. "Pan…?"
She didn't respond. "Pan... did he hurt you?" When she didn't speak, he gently lifted her hands to him, turning her wrists over, examining the bruises there. He frowned.
"…I'm ok." Pan said finally. She lifted her wrists back away from him. "...How did you know?"
Goten looked into her eyes, ignoring her last question. "Why?" he asked simply. "What happened to make him do that? I need to know, Pan."
Pan looked away, intimidated by Goten's strong gaze. "I was pregnant. He made me pregnant, Goten."
Goten's face flashed many different feelings. "What?" he demanded. "Pregnant? You were carrying his baby??? But it was only two days ago…"
"I never carried the baby. I... I took the morning after pill. I killed it." Pan's face crumbled. "I killed his baby!"
Goten drew her comfortingly into his arms. He let her quietly sob into his chest for minutes. "How did you know? How was it possible to know?" He asked her.
Pan leant her face on his chest. "He knew Goten! He told me… that night, in my ear. He meant to make me pregnant… He knew I'd killed it too! He was so angry…"
Goten sshed her as he held her. "That's why…" he paused.
"It was like it wasn't him. Like he was somebody else." Pan said quietly.
Goten suddenly growled, pushing Pan away from him. "You shouldn't have been with him Pan! Why did you sleep with him?" he snapped angrily. "You're so stupid Pan! Why couldn't you see he's bad news? Why did you let him touch you like that?"
Pan ignored the tears that still fell down her cheeks. "Why can't you stay out of my life, Goten? I don't need protection!" She snapped back at him angrily. "I'm 16 years old! I choose who I'm with! Do you hear that? I choose!!!"
"You chose wrong!" Goten yelled back angrily. "I won't let him have you!"
"Damn it Goten! Why should you care?" Pan cried. "Why can't you stay out of my life? You're my uncle! Why should you even care?"
Before Pan knew what was happening, she was in Goten's arms. He was kissing her furiously and hungrily. Pan fell into his arms, all rationality leaving her. She...wanted him. In a way she had never wanted Vegeta. She hadn't wanted him to make her his... but she wanted this more than she could stand. Every nerve in her body screamed for it. Goten responded to Pan's desperate kiss, pushing her back onto his bed. Deeper. He wouldn't let Vegeta have her… he wouldn't let him hurt her. He heard her moan as he covered her with his strong body. Her hands were in his hair as all reason left him.
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 25, 'Commandments of 10 (The Bible According to Tristian)'
The river flowed around her feet, the clear water cleansing. The air was filled with the gentle sound of the flowing water. It was calming. The small clearing was surrounded by dense undergrowth and forest, and was secluded, apart from the wildlife. Pan stepped out of the river, her jeans rolled to her knees. She wrapped her arms around herself, gazing around with tired eyes. She lay back on the bank, her head resting softly in the grass. She wrapped her arms around herself. Vegeta...
She could still feel his hands, smell his scent around her. Had she even wanted that? She had felt... like she couldn't refuse. Like she had no right to say no. Had the events so far had so much impact on her? She hadn't thought so... she thought she could take the coming events. Even stop them. But now she was listening to her inner feelings. And there she found the deep fear, dread for the future. She wanted to go to college, she wanted to fight like her grandfathers. How could she face all that being taken away from her? Her life, turned to nothing. Belonging to someone else. Living for a purpose, not her own, but someone else's. Maybe that's why she had let him...
"Pan?"
Pan jumped up, startled. Goku smiled warmly. "Hey, what are you doing all the way out here?"
Following her grandfather was Goten. Goten grinned and waved. "You're up early Pan-chan."
"Hey." Pan greeted weakly.
"We're gonna swim and fish." Goku told her. "Sounds good, ne?"
Pan didn't answer. She turned her head to the side, watching a hummingbird flit from flower to flower.
"What's up?" Goten asked her. "You seem a little disconnected."
Pan looked up just as Goku appeared right beside her, slapping a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, it'll be..." he didn't finish the sentence.
Pan leapt away from him. "Don't come closer!" he cried out. She gazed at him as his eyes widened in confusion. The damage was done.
"You smell like..." Goku frowned. He looked away, trying to collect his thoughts, disbelieving.
"Smell like what?" Goten asked. He tried to step closer in curiosity. Pan stepped back.
"Vegeta." Goku said suddenly. His voice had a strange tone to it. "Pan... Vegeta?"
Goten froze. "What about Vegeta?" He demanded. He strode up beside Goku. From here, he could indeed smell the same scent Goku had. He absorbed his father's words, looking at the young teenage girl before him.
Goku slowly looked at Pan again. "You... wanted this?" He mumbled.
"…Wanted what?" Goten's voice was almost dark. His eyes widened as he saw the blush cross Goku's cheeks. "You slept with Vegeta?" He yelled at his niece, coming to an abrupt and reckless conclusion. "Are you crazy?" He suddenly paused. "Was it rape? Pan???"
Pan was incredibly startled. "No!... I don't know!" She spun around, facing the stream again, her arms around herself.
"Pan...? You don't know?" Goku was startled. 'Did he force..."
"Don't!" Pan cried out.
Goku blushed more, but paled beneath the redness. Feelings of anger began to fill his peaceful soul. Vegeta…? Hurt his granddaughter like that? He sat down on the soft grass, as well to seem less intimidating to his distraught little Pan. He... didn't know what to do. There was silence for moments. "I just didn't stop him... It wasn't rape. I let him... I just don't understand why."
Goku tried to put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Isn't he...a little mature for you honey?" he asked with a deep blush. He wasn't stupid... he knew bits and pieces of Bulma and Vegeta's passionate relations... he ran his hand through his thick black hair worriedly. "You're just 16…" he tried desperately to remember if Bulma had been interested in ... sex… when she was that age. And he knew that Vegeta had a tendency to take what he wanted. Could it all even be true? Goku was sure he didn't want any of it to be.
"I was confused." Pan snapped. She put a hand to her face, almost hiding behind it. "I kept thinking... of the future. ...He takes me in the future. It was as though I didn't care anymore. Like I expected it to happen anyway. Why not last night? What if he would take me anyway in a month?"
Goten clenched a fist. He felt power tremble through him at the thought of Vegeta forcing her do to *that*. They were fighting so this never happened! Oh Dende... his innocent niece trapped beneath that monster as he took his pleasure. It didn't matter that Pan hadn't stopped him, it was unacceptable! They were trying to stop this... stop Vegeta taking her innocence so ruthlessly in the future. Goten felt beyond helpless. For some reason, the rage ran through him like it hadn't done before. This feeling was somehow different... he couldn't place why.
Pan sensed his ki rising rapidly. "Goten! Don't tell Gohan! Please!" She pleaded.
"You're going to defend him?" Goten growled.
"I'm just as guilty as him." Pan said firmly. "Please... don't tell my Dad."
"You know what your father will say..." Goku said.
"Would!" Pan corrected him. "Please! I'm begging you! Don't tell him. It was a mistake. I wasn't thinking...."
Goten snorted. "When he talked about you... did it sound like he cared about you? He wants you for your bloodline, nothing more."
Goku frowned deeply. "Just like them..." He mused quietly.
"You're too young for him, Pan!" Goten yelled at her. "You're still at high school, and he's older than Goku! To hell that we don't age... it's still wrong!"
"I don't want to be taken for my bloodline!" Pan suddenly screamed. "I don't want to be wanted for what damn children I can bear! I never asked for my saiyan blood... Maybe that's all I'm worth."
The men looked at her with pain filled, wide eyes. Goten strode forward and caught Pan by her shoulders. "You're worth more than that!" he snapped. "Gohan's right. You're worth more than saving this damn saiyan race! Your mate should love you for who you are, not what children you can give him!"
Pan's black eyes met Goten's stormy ones. "…He doesn't love you." Goten choked out. He gave her a light shake, his face intense. "He took you and he doesn't love you!"
Goten was suddenly startled by Goku's calming hand on his shoulder. Goten slowly released his grip on Pan, and she stumbled back.
"Please don't tell my father... I'm begging you." Pan said again. "Please Goten, Grandpa..."
"You expect me to hide this from Gohan?" Goten growled. His features darkened and with one final look at Pan, he exploded off into the sky. Pan watched his disappearing form with fear.
"He won't say anything. But you'd better bathe before you go home today..." Goku said firmly. "Gohan will smell Vegeta's scent on you."
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Tristian bolted up in bed at a sudden sound. It was dark in the room, his clock reading 3:30am at night. The first thing he saw made him jump in fear almost. Eira was stood in his room, her face covered in tears, and her bottom lip quivering.
"Eira-chan?" Tristian asked softly, his face frowning at seeing she was upset. "What's wrong babe?"
"I had a bad dream..." She sniffled. Tristian's heart leapt with concern. He thought for a moment, before lifting the edge of his covers up.
"Hop in." he offered. A small smile appeared on Eira's face, and she climbed in, snuggling up to Tristian's warm body. She let out a few more small sniffles, before she calmed down. Tristian snuggled down again, putting his arms around her.
Eira settled down to sleep again, feeling safe.
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Goten walked down the Capsule Corp hallways that night, his hands jammed into his pockets. Pan had arrived home, and Goten couldn't feel Gohan's ki raising any, so she must have hidden it well for now. He could still feel the rage boiling inside of him. Vegeta... How dare he sleep with his innocent niece? How dare he do to her what he would to a lover?
As he walked, his senses scanned the Corp for ki signatures, mostly for Vegeta's. But as he did, he felt something distracting. Eira's ki wasn't down the hall in her normal bedroom. He followed her ki with interest, and was surprised to come across Tristian's door. He gently pushed it open, and stepped quietly into the room. He froze with cold fear. Tristian and Eira were laid in bed together, Tristian's arms wrapped around her innocent body, as she snuggled against his front. Tristian sensed Goten's presence, and sat up in bed. He untangled himself from Eira, swinging his legs out of the bed, pulling on his gi pants over his boxers.
"You bastard!" Goten screamed in a rage. Tristian was shocked. He stood up fully, Eira stirring. As she did, it was obvious she was severely underdressed, only a thin almost transparent nighty covering her slender but shapely body. Tristian glanced at Eira, then at his father. He walked towards Goten. "It's ok. She just..." he began to explain with a casual smile. He wasn't prepared as Goten swung a vicious punch at his jaw, Tristian slamming backwards into the wall. His head slammed into the wall painfully, his neck taking a lot of impact too from the unexpected blow. Tristian fought against the pain that overtook him now. He looked at his enraged father with devastation and betrayal.
A trickle of blood ran down his face. "You think I fucked Eira... don't you?" He accused hollowly. He didn't attempt to get up.
Eira was up from the bed, her face sleepy and beyond worried. "What's going on?" She wailed.
"Why were you in Tristian's bed like that?!" Goten spat angrily, gesturing to her nighty.
"I had a nightmare..." Eira sobbed with fear at the tense situation. "I was scared... I wanted to stay with Trissy-chan... I felt safer."
"A bad dream? You expect me to believe you were that scared from a little nightmare?" Goten raged.
Tristian's face hardened. "You fucking bastard..." he swore. "You don't understand at all..."
"That she could be scared from a nightmare? Enough to sleep almost naked with her own brother?" Goten yelled angrily.
"That's the same fucking nightmare they all wake up at night from!" Tristian yelled with rage now. "Try to comfort them is the only thing we can do... we were too fucking late!"
Goten calmed briefly. "The same nightmare...?"
"The same reason Arienne and Rayne wake up screaming." Tristian snarled.
"Rayne..." Goten murmured, remembering a previous night. "What happened?"
"You don't need to know!" Tristian snapped. "Now get the hell out!" Goten hesitated. Tristian growled with rage. "Get out!!!"
Goten stumbled, laving the room quickly.
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Tristian appeared down in the main Corp later Goten watched him warily. He watched as his son walked by him, and he put his hand out, catching Tristian's arm. "Tristian..."
"Let go of me." Tristian snarled dangerously. He pushed past, shaking his arm free. He walked in, joining the some of the others in one of the living rooms. Goten took a seat too, accepting a coffee from Mrs. Briefs. Vegeta was in the room. He even didn't act like he had done anything! He was normal... So was Pan. damn it! Why couldn't everyone see what they had done? keeping this secret for Pan was killing him... Why hadn't he told Gohan? Why was he staying quiet? He struggled badly to keep his ki in check. He wanted to pound the smirking prince into the very ground for touching Pan...
It wasn't long before Tristian and the others looked up to see Eira in the doorway. She was still in the dangerously flimsy nighty, but was wearing Tristian's purple shirt over the top, buttoned at just the right places.
She padded across the cold floor barefoot, climbing onto Tristian's lap as he opened his arms to welcome her. She snuggled against him, her eyes dry now, but emotionless. Nothing.
The others in the room, unfamiliar with this new development, were nervous and suspicious. Goten folded his arms against his chest and sighed. And to top all of the trouble off, now there was this situation!
"How are you feeling babe?" Tristian asked, his voice cheerful, but wavering.
"Ok." She answered. None of that joy in her voice anymore. It was void.
"What's wrong with the brat?" Vegeta snorted.
"She had another bad dream." Tristian said simply, not elaborating.
Vegeta's mind, like the others, slowly played over Rayne's nightmare a few nights ago. "What's wrong with them?" Vegeta demanded. Goten slowly clenched his fist as the Prince spoke, but his daughter's happiness was at question here.
Gohan looked from Vegeta to Tristian. "There's something wrong?"
"Drop it." Rayne suddenly snapped.
The guys looked at her with surprise. "I think we should know what you're hiding." Vegeta huffed. He set his stony glare on Rayne expectantly. He was unsuspecting as Rayne slowly got up, walking over to him.
Rayne set her hands on the table in front of him, leaning her weight slightly to lean in to Vegeta. "You've heard the locker room talk, haven't you?" She said quietly. "You know, the many 'traditions' they have there..."
Vegeta froze. His mind went back to something he had once overheard from Radditz and Nappa... His stare snapped from all the girl youths to another. Especially his solemn faced daughter. As he looked at her, she looked away, with difficulty looking him in the eyes.
Rayne sighed. "You took your time to figure it out..." She said. "Now... this talk is over." She told him firmly. Vegeta's nod was discrete and almost undetectable. A strange look passed over his features.
Rayne held out her hand to Eira. "Come on honey, let's get you cleaned up." She smiled warmly. Tristian let go of his sister and let her follow Rayne.
"I think we need a break." Rhiamon changed the subject. "How about we go out?" There was a murmur of agreement. Things had been far too intense recently, and showed no signs of light breaking through… not yet.
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Goten sipped his fruit smoothie absently. So much was on his mind. First Vegeta and Pan. Then his fight with Tristian. He hadn't meant to jump to such conclusions. His mind played over throwing Tristian back against the wall. Tristian's dark eyes looking up to meet his. Looking at his son now in the ice-cream parlour, he was smiling again. He seemed to bounce back so easily. He had forgiven him, that Goten knew. He had tried to apologize to the dark-haired youth, and Tristian had been all too willing to forgive. Far too willing. Goten's gaze snapped to Pan. Vegeta hadn't accompanied them out, so she was safe for now. But he still felt a need to keep watch on his niece. He couldn't believe what had happened... still! It made Goten's anger boil that Vegeta had been the one to make Pan 'experienced' like that. She was only 16! He sighed irritably. His gaze shifted back to Tristian, to see his son being approached by a couple of young hot looking women. He smiled slightly. Out the corner of his eye sat next to him, he saw Trunks also watching Tristian. Goten realized there was a deep scowl in his features. Did Trunks resent Tristian that much? Suddenly... it hit. Was Trunks… jealous? Did he see Trissy-chan as a threat? Goten chuckled.
Trunks spun around suspiciously. "What?!" he demanded irritably.
"Dude, it looks as if your reputation as the lady killer has a new title holder." Goten smirked, motioning at Tristian.
Trunks scoffed. "Oh please? The novice." He laughed arrogantly.
Goten laughed too… but not with him. "You're in denial." He taunted. "Tristian is so much smoother than you."
Trunks' eye twitched angrily. "Wanna bet?" he hollered.
Goten stared right back at him. "Hell yeah!" he agreed. Both men stiffly shook hands, each surpressing their true strength holding vicious eye contact, but gradually squeezing each other's hand tighter…and tighter… until both snatched their hand away and resumed their cool.
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"A bet?"
Goten nodded solemnly. "It's been decided! Each contestant will score with as many women as possible, but must bring back valid proof!"
Trunks was smirking maniacally in his corner, while Tristian innocently looked at his father. "Sure. It sounds fair." He replied.
Pan's eye twitched nervously. How did this happen??? The rest of the gang watched too, horrified, but also deeply curious about it all.
Goten leaned back in his chair. "Tristian, you're up first!" he declared. Tristian smiled confidently, before stalking off into the mall.
Tristian appeared back with the usual pair of panties. Goten flashed his son a grin.
Trunks did one better and came away with the panties and her tights. Tristian came back with the panties, the tights, and her bra. Trunks fumed, returning next time with panties, tights, bra and suspenders. Trunks stood smirking, smug in his victory. Until Tristian showed up with her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders and a very… 'fetching' set of photobooth photos, showing the removal of each item…and… other such photos…
Goten slapped his son heartily on the back while Trunks glared on, his fiery Saiyan determination in his eyes now. He was the prince of Saiyans! He was not about to be outdone by this low class baka! He stormed off.
Pan frowned. She looked at a very happy Goten, who was glancing over Tristian's pile of 'booty'. "Goten." She hissed. "This competition, or whatever it is between Tristian and Trunks has to stop!"
Goten looked up with surprise. "But Pan…" He whined. "Tristian is winning!"
Tristian looked just as devastated. "But I'm winning… And I get money from this bet if I win... LOTS of money…!"
Pan paused in her snapping. Her eyes began to get all starry. "Lots of money…?" She repeated with wonder.
Tristian grinned, hugging Pan tightly. "I couldn't have done it without you Mom!" he cried happily.
Pan grinned, throwing her arms around her son. "I'm so proud of you!" She squealed. "And with such a lot of money, we can use it to send you to college, and get you a nice respectable job…!" She once again froze, suddenly frowning. She pulled away, slapping her hand to her forehead. "What the hell am I saying?" She screeched. "I've been manipulated!"
Gohan was frozen with a cold fear. "You sound just like Mom!" He cried with terror.
Tristian and Goten grinned sheepishly…
When Trunks came back this time, he had with him her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, similar photos, and … her portable 'toy'. Goten started chewing his nails nervously as his son strode off, Trunks once again feeling triumph.
When he came back later, he was carrying her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, more photo's, her portable toys… and a spare key to her apartment.
Trunks growled out loud, surprising the group of spectators. He stormed off yet again, refusing to be beaten! He came back with her panties, her tights, her bra, her suspenders, a number of 'toys', even more photos, another spare key and her nightgown and a collection of beauty products from her dressing table. He smirked maniacally. This time… he couldn't beat him this time... Oh no! Not this time…
Tristian didn't look as fazed as he should have done. He walked off again, his hands in his pockets. He was extra long this time, and the gang waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, they all turned around at the sound of many feet. Tristian came walking towards them, a crowd of 10 girls at his sides, all giggling and holding his arms wherever they could. He stopped before the astonished gang, and all the girls began to say their good-byes, all of them insisting on kissing him goodbye with tongue, and cheekily feeling him. By the time they had all finished, they walked away in their group, all giggling and chattering excitedly, glancing back constantly over their shoulders.
Then Tristian got down to business. He produced 10 panties, 10 pair of tights, 10 bras, 10 pairs of suspenders, 10 strips of *VERY* interesting photos, 10 portable 'toys', 10 slinky lacy nightgowns, 10 lipglosses … and from his pocket, he pulled out a keying, with 10 spare keys to their apartments! Goten and Yamcha stood up cheering, and heartily congratulating the clear winner.
Trunks fumed, his lips thin and taunt in a childish manner. "That is so unfair!" he cried. "I bet none of those keys are real!" He cried out.
Tristian paused, spinning to face the prince with amusement. "Pick one." He said bluntly, holding out the keying.
Trunks was taken aback. He frowned, but picked a small pink key. Tristian grinned. "Ahh… the blonde." He smirked. He looked up, focusing his concentration. While he stared into space, they watched him lightly sniff the air. "Good job they all live incredibly close by."
Gohan looked disturbed. "Why are you…sniffing?"
A strange look came over Tristian's eyes, making Gohan feel the equivalent of a house pet in the presence of a wild animal.
Tristian looked surprised. "Are you telling me you can't smell a female that has just been intimate with you?" He asked with all seriousness. He closed his eyes. "It's the most amazingly sexy smell… Waking up next to a female in the morning, smelling your scent all over her body, reminding you that you claimed her…" He smirked. Those around him were startled as a shiver seemed to run through his whole body. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling as he smirked slowly. He opened his eyes again, and they seemed to have a predators gleam to them. He began to stalk of in his chosen direction, whilst the others followed nervously. Trunks stalked close behind, still not believing he had lost.
The trail led to a block of apartments, and they waited in the lobby, while Tristian and Trunks took the elevator up to the third floor. They walked down the corridor, and Tristian stopped abruptly at the door. He dug the key out of his pocket, briefly meeting Trunks' expectant stare. Tristian put the key in the door and unlocked the door. He gently pushed it open and peered inside.
"Jennifer?" He called into the apartment. Trunks peered over Trissy's shoulder, and nearly fell over when a petit blonde woman appeared suddenly. Her jade green eyes lit up with excitement. She skipped over to the door, grabbing Tristian by his collar. "Trissy-chan!" She exclaimed with passion and delight. She yanked him inside, and Trunks found the door slammed in his face. He didn't move for a few moments, staring at the blank now closed door. He slowly clenched his fists together with anger. He resisted aiming for the door or walls, and strode back down the corridor back down to the lobby.
He walked straight past the expectant others waiting there. Before they could say a word, he filled them in. "…he's otherwise engaged." He snapped. Goten watched his best friend storm out the building, before leaping, his fist in the air in victory. "We won!"" he whooped.
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Trunks was waiting for Tristian when he arrived back at the Corp. He fixed his eyes on the dark figure walking down to the main suites down the darkened corridor. He stealthily moved, cutting him off. The youth raised an eyebrow expectantly at him.
Trunks reached for his wallet out of his jacket pocket. He shoved a roll of bills in Tristian's hand. Tristian looked with surprise, before shoving them back. "I don't want your money, Briefs." He huffed. "It was just a bet."
"Take it." Trunks snarled. "We had a deal. You won fairly." He frowned as Tristian still didn't respond. "Just take the damn money!" he snapped again, and shoved the money completely into Tristian's hand. He strode away from the youth without a second glance.
Tristian reluctantly held onto the money. He made his way to the suites. As he walked down the corridor, he saw a light still on. He smiled, and peered through the ajar door. Eira was sat on her bed in her pajama's reading a magazine. He slowly crept in.
Eira sensed his presence, and looked up in delight. "Trissy-chan!" She grinned.
"Hey babe. How are you doing, love?" he asked. He leant to her, handing over the roll of bills. Eira looked down at it all in surprise. "Buy something pretty to wear." He announced softly. "Tell Arienne and Rayne to buy something too."
Eira's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?" She breathed.
Tristian nodded, leaning to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "Sure babe." He smiled softly, before stalking out to his own quarters.
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Deep in the Corp, there was another person that wasn't asleep. The Saiyan shut the door of the gravity room behind him, and stepped into the dark corridor. He glanced around, adjusting to the darkness that engulfed him. He raised his ki a little, and his hand seemed to glow a little before him. He walked deeper into the Corp towards his new rooms. He no longer shared Bulma's bed since their separation, he had taken a guest room near where the others were staying. Bra had been happy for her friends to stay so close to her while the youths were here. As Vegeta neared his quarters, he paused. He felt a familiar ki next to him behind one of the doors. He knew it was her. He gently pushed open her door, finding it unlocked. Possibly feeling awkward locking the door while she was just a guest there. Vegeta slowly slid into the blackened room. With the soft glow of his ki, he gazed on the figure asleep in the bed. Her face was snuggled against the fluffy pillow, and her dark hair splayed over her neck. He watched silently as she took soft breaths in her slumber.
…He had awoken that morning to find her gone from his bed. He had been surprised to find her petit body missing from the large bed in his quarters. He must have finally loosened his arms from around her in his sleep. He had awoken to the dawn light shining on the empty side, the covers loosely pulled aside. The prince began to question whether the young daughter of Gohan had been there in the first place. But he knew she had. He remembered her beneath him, remembered her smell, her whimpers in his ear. He could still feel it as she nervously dug the pads of her fingers into him as he had moved for the first time within her. Her black eyes flicking nervously back and forth from him. Her awkward movements as she struggled to know what to do during their lovemaking. …Had she wanted it? Vegeta frowned in the darkness, gazing at the same face he had seen looking so uncertain under his warm body. He had taken her... she should be honored that the prince of saiyans had chosen to mate with her. Why wasn't she pleased? This confused him. If not him, it would have been lowly human boyfriend in a fumbling moment. Hardly worthy of touching a female of such precious and rare blood.
While Pan still slept, Vegeta gently stroked a strand of her hair back from her face. She stirred momentarily, but her eyes didn't open. It was a shame it couldn't have waited a couple of years later. She was barely past the brink of adolescence, and if on Vegetasei, she could have maybe been preserved a little longer. But these were different circumstances. She was old enough to mate, but only by a few months. Soon she'd have to grow up to take her new responsibilities.
In the soft glow of his ki, Vegeta noticed a glint of silver beside him on a table in the room. Curiously, he reached for it, holding it in his hand. He frowned deeply, recognizing it. It was the foil wrapping of a contraceptive pill. The same Rhiamon had given to the girls the morning after. So many thoughts ran through his head. He snapped his gaze to the sleeping girl again. Quickly but quietly he strode to her bedside, kneeling beside. He put his hand carefully over her abdomen, concentrating.
…Nothing. Vegeta froze in surprise. Had she...had she aborted the beginnings of his child using this earth contraceptive? He struggled to comprehend it all. Had she not been happy that he had impregnated her? He had not imagined this outcome at all. He had been so adamant she would have his love child.
Pan suddenly stirred, half asleep still. She gazed at the prince, before panicking. She scrambled up, holding her covers over her chest. "Vegeta? What are you doing in here?" She stuttered.
Vegeta didn't answer her at first, only glared at her steadily. "Brat... do you know what you've done?" He growled.
Pan looked confused, then saw the silver wrapper in his hand. Her eyebrows creased softly. "Vegeta…" She was startled as he caught her wrist in his hand. She could know fully see the hurt in his features. He was...upset?
"You killed our baby." Vegeta accused her. "Of royal bloodline, no less!" He tightened his grip on her wrist.
Pan winced. "Vegeta… you're hurting me." She cried out. "I'm 16! I can't have your baby! What would my family think of me when they find out what we did?"
Vegeta growled and looked away from her face. "…I was scared!" She suddenly cried out. "When you touched me like that... I was scared! I didn't want you to take me... not like that…"
Vegeta glanced back at her, his features unreadable. "...I didn't rape you, brat."
Pan nodded nervously. "I know you didn't. I didn't know what I was doing, or getting myself into. I don't... feel anything for you Vegeta. I won't have your child."
Pan watched as Vegeta struggled to absorb what she had said. She wasn't expecting it as Vegeta suddenly turned to her, pushing her down. She struggled to lift her upper body, but he had hold of her wrists. She was pushed further down onto the bed as he shifted his weight over her. "Vegeta!" She cried out. He didn't seem to register her as he began forcefully kissing down her neck and chest. Pan began to panic. He wouldn't accept what she had said! He didn't respond to her protests as he began to lift her nightgown up her body.
Pan tried desperately to free herself. Even if she screamed, she was alone in this guest wing of the Corp. Except for Vegeta's bedroom down the hall, they were alone. And she couldn't stop him! "Vegeta… even if I was willing last time, if you do this, it's rape!" She cried. Still it was like he couldn't hear her.
No one could hear. It was futile. But as Vegeta's heavy body pressed down on hers, she screamed a name…
"…GOTEN!"
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Goten stirred in his sleep. Something... something was wrong. He sat up in his bed, troubled and half-asleep. He reached for his boxer shorts and pulled them on before standing out of bed. He put his hands to his head. What was wrong? A mental flash seemed to cross his mind. Pan…
Before he even fully realized it, he was running out of his guestroom, down the long dark halls of the Corp. As he ran, he began to hear her calls. Calling his name.
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Goten burst in the door, stopping dead. What he saw made his heart sink lower than he had ever felt it before. Both the figures on the bed turned to him as he stood in the doorway. Tears were shivering down Pan's cheeks, and Vegeta was laid between her naked thighs. Goten roared and before Vegeta had time to fully move, Goten had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, throwing him against the wall. Vegeta landed on the ground after hitting the wall. He struggled to get to his feet, but Goten dragged him up by his neck. He held the Saiyan prince up, nearly choking him. "What were you doing to her? Bastard!!!" he screamed. Goten threw his angry gaze at Pan, assessing her.
"He... he didn't. You came before..." Pan stuttered. Goten snapped his glare back at Vegeta.
"I should kill you now!" Goten yelled. "You've been like a damn second father to me, you bastard!" Goten tightened his grip momentarily. The man he was looking at was trunks and Bra's father. His father all those times Goku wasn't there for him… His best friend's flesh and blood. He was torn. This was also the man that had nearly raped his niece… He suddenly released the prince, and he fell to the floor. Goten gave him a vicious kick to the ribs. "You're not worth it! You're not fucking worth it… you hear me?"
Vegeta struggled to his knees, almost disorientated, his eyes wide and completely unlike him. "If you ever touch her again... I'll kill you." Goten vowed. "I swear I will…"
Goten walked over to the bed, tenderly scooping his trembling niece in his arms. She leant on his chest as he held her against him. He didn't even look at Vegeta again as he strode out the room. Neither said a word as Goten carried her down the corridor. He didn't know where he was taking her... only that he was taking her away from him. He stopped at his quarters, pushing open the ajar door gently. He walked in, placing her down on his disarrayed bed. He turned on a very soft lamp on the bedside. Pan sat with her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs. Goten sat carefully on the bed beside her. "Pan…?"
She didn't respond. "Pan... did he hurt you?" When she didn't speak, he gently lifted her hands to him, turning her wrists over, examining the bruises there. He frowned.
"…I'm ok." Pan said finally. She lifted her wrists back away from him. "...How did you know?"
Goten looked into her eyes, ignoring her last question. "Why?" he asked simply. "What happened to make him do that? I need to know, Pan."
Pan looked away, intimidated by Goten's strong gaze. "I was pregnant. He made me pregnant, Goten."
Goten's face flashed many different feelings. "What?" he demanded. "Pregnant? You were carrying his baby??? But it was only two days ago…"
"I never carried the baby. I... I took the morning after pill. I killed it." Pan's face crumbled. "I killed his baby!"
Goten drew her comfortingly into his arms. He let her quietly sob into his chest for minutes. "How did you know? How was it possible to know?" He asked her.
Pan leant her face on his chest. "He knew Goten! He told me… that night, in my ear. He meant to make me pregnant… He knew I'd killed it too! He was so angry…"
Goten sshed her as he held her. "That's why…" he paused.
"It was like it wasn't him. Like he was somebody else." Pan said quietly.
Goten suddenly growled, pushing Pan away from him. "You shouldn't have been with him Pan! Why did you sleep with him?" he snapped angrily. "You're so stupid Pan! Why couldn't you see he's bad news? Why did you let him touch you like that?"
Pan ignored the tears that still fell down her cheeks. "Why can't you stay out of my life, Goten? I don't need protection!" She snapped back at him angrily. "I'm 16 years old! I choose who I'm with! Do you hear that? I choose!!!"
"You chose wrong!" Goten yelled back angrily. "I won't let him have you!"
"Damn it Goten! Why should you care?" Pan cried. "Why can't you stay out of my life? You're my uncle! Why should you even care?"
Before Pan knew what was happening, she was in Goten's arms. He was kissing her furiously and hungrily. Pan fell into his arms, all rationality leaving her. She...wanted him. In a way she had never wanted Vegeta. She hadn't wanted him to make her his... but she wanted this more than she could stand. Every nerve in her body screamed for it. Goten responded to Pan's desperate kiss, pushing her back onto his bed. Deeper. He wouldn't let Vegeta have her… he wouldn't let him hurt her. He heard her moan as he covered her with his strong body. Her hands were in his hair as all reason left him.