Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Complications ❯ What is Bonding? ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

What is Bonding?
 
Bulma turned on the stairs to see Videl following up behind her. She continued to walk onto Pan's room, still aware of Videl. Videl brushed passed her and went to the wardrobe and pulled out a large suitcase and threw it onto the bed. Bulma watched how the other woman moved with no emotion, and she was confused.
 
Videl seemed be scarred from these events to the point where she was almost dead to the world. Videl motioned to the drawers near her and Bulma nodded before opening the first draw. The two women packed the suitcase from opposite sides of the room, every now and then meeting at the suitcase in the middle. Neither spoke a word.

The two men downstairs were becoming increasing angrier at the presence of one another. Both were slowly increasing their power levels in a bid to win superiority.

“How can you even step foot in my home?" Gohan hissed between his teeth. Vegeta brought his eyes to Gohan's for the first time since his arrival there. Up until this point he was busy looking over the living and the adjacent kitchen. He was taking measure of their meager home.

“Not my choice," Vegeta simply answered in his own smug way. Gohan raised his power level, which was abruptly answered by Vegeta's increase.

The two women were done as Videl sealed the suitcase and lifted it off the bed. Bulma was far too weak to the carry the bundle of Pan's belongings. Bulma followed after the silent woman.

“How can you stand there?" Gohan yelled angrily. Vegeta smirked at his question.

“Rather simply, as I have two legs," Vegeta answered smugly again.

“This is your fault! All of it, we wouldn't be standing here now if you had kept your nose out of my family's business!" Gohan yelled angrily now.

“She needed to be taught her heritage, you just weren't man enough," Vegeta answered. Both power levels surged in anger as the room began to tremble. The air was becoming thick and the walls themselves seemed to stretch with the mere force. Suddenly a glass vase smashed with the sheer force.

“What is going on in here?!" Videl screamed as she ran down the stairs, closely followed by Bulma. Videl stopped just short of the broken vase and looked up at the two warriors and then to Vegeta himself. “Get out!" She screamed at Vegeta.

Bulma ran to Vegeta's side as he grabbed the suitcase and walked slowly out of the house. He violently threw the suitcase into the back seat of the car, as Bulma quietly sat in the passenger seat. He sat down and took off back to Capsule Corp.

Bulma had been friends with Videl for a very long time now, ever since they ended up in other world together after Buu had killed them. The gap between them now, was irreparable. Bulma glanced over at Vegeta who was scowling. It dawned on Bulma again, that this really was his fault. She also knew that he was far too proud to ever admit it, besides he thought he had done no wrong.

Pan tossed left and right as she tried desperately to get some sleep. The transformation had exhausted her, and sleep seemed like the only escape from the pain of the hurt that she had caused her mother and Trunks. Finally after an hour of staring at the clock, she painfully climbed out of her bed and walked down stairs to find another sensu bean.

She slowly walked the hallway and stopped at Vegeta and Bulma's room. It hurt her to see the huge king sized bed. She had never spent one night with Vegeta, and yet here was the bed in which he slept in with his wife every night. Did he still love Bulma? Why else would he still sleep in the same bed as her? She sighed to herself before walking on. Bra's bedroom door was open. The sun was shining threw her veranda door against the yellow drapes. A girl's room, pretty in yellow.

Trunks's door was shut, but she couldn't tell if he was inside. Pan stopped at the next room. It was cold room, painted darkly, dark drapes and very little furniture. A bed and a table, which were very plain. The bed had recently been slept in, and hadn't been made. Pan was curious as to who slept here, so as quietly as she could she snuck into the room. There were no drawers to put clothes in, so it was impossible to know who slept here.

Pan sat on the bed and looked around the room curiously. She turned and picked up the pillow behind her. Slowly she brought the pillow to her face and took in a huge breath of the scent. "Vegeta?" She whispered to herself in disbelief, but slightly glad of the new development.

Pan jumped suddenly as she heard the front door slam. She couldn't quite make out what was being said, but the voice's sounded angry. The sounds stopped as she heard someone in the kitchen and another trail of feet making their way up the stairs. Pan sat silently, hoping the person would just pass her by.

Vegeta stepped into the room, as Pan turned round to face him. “What are you doing in here?" Vegeta asked annoyed, his argument with Bulma had put him in a bad mood. They had been fighting a lot lately and she was becoming more and more of an annoyance to him.

“I'm sorry," Pan stood up and reached for her suitcase, which he was holding. She didn't mean to be nosy and enter his room uninvited, and she thought it was just best that she left him alone. Vegeta pulled the suitcase away from her. “I'll leave you alone," Pan said as she reached again.

“I never told you to leave," Vegeta smirked. Pan began to well up for no apparent reason. She even surprised herself with the sudden release of emotion as she ran from the room embarrassed. She went to her room and shut the door.

Vegeta slowly walked down to her room at the opposite end of the corridor. He opened the door and closed it behind him. Pan looked up to see Vegeta placing her suitcase against the wall near the set of drawers. He then walked toward her.

“Dende, why do I keep crying today? It's disgusting, how can you want to be near me?" Pan grew angry with herself.

Vegeta pulled her up to him, from her place on the bed. He didn't speak but he held her tight against him. Pan stopped crying in his grip as she held him tight against herself as well. She was desperate for affection. Affection that she probably would never receive from her mother or father again.

“How long have you been sleeping in there?" Pan finally broke the comfortable silence between them. Vegeta pulled away and looked at the fragile girl in front of him. “I know you sleep in there, well; you have slept in here lately at least," Pan continued her probing.

“You are definitely a Saiyan," Vegeta laughed. He knew that she could smell his scent in the room and on the bed, and that she knew the scent was fresh. Pan laughed and punched him playfully. Vegeta cringed slightly. "The transformation has made you a lot stronger," he smirked.

Suddenly he grabbed her and pushed her roughly, yet playfully into the wall. Vegeta began to ravish her against the wall. Pan pushed her breasts seductively against him before pushing him away. He fell on her bed surprised as she ran to her suitcase and threw it on the bed beside him.

“Let's see what crap I have in here," Pan laughed as she opened it beside him. Vegeta watched her curiously as she seemed to cheer up in his presence alone. He watched her amused, as she threw the contents of the suitcase around the room.

“Your mother packed it for you," Vegeta told her. Pan half looked up at the mention of her mother, but the feeling passed and she carried on unpacking. He continued watching her silently from the bed.

“What's this then?" Vegeta smirked as he leant over and pulled out a frilly black G-string. Pan growled as she pulled the underwear out of his grasp.

“You never touch a girl's personal belongings!" Pan yelled half-jokingly. Vegeta smirked as he pushed the suitcase off the bed and pulled her under him. His hands slowly reached under her top as he suggestively played with her nipples.

“You've never complained about me touching your 'personal belongings' before," He smirked before kissing her roughly on the mouth. Pan suddenly flinched as did Vegeta.

“Can you hear that?" She whispered as he slowly got off her and began righting himself before pulling her up into sitting position. Pan concentrated and could feel the weak ki signal.

“It's Bra and she's coming this way," Vegeta growled almost. Suddenly the door sprung open and Bra breezed passed her father and sat beside Pan. Inside Pan was screaming, that was far too close for comfort. Vegeta and her had to set down some rules, otherwise they could be caught out.

“Jeez Dad, give her a break, she doesn't want to train now, she's too tired and upset from this morning," Bra looked up at her father. His clothes were messed up a bit, but Bra just figured that he had been training alone. Vegeta was shocked from his daughter's outburst, and rather hard from the actions a few seconds ago.

“Fine," Vegeta growled as he walked out of the room. He needed some training now, anything to take his mind of Pan.

“Oh Pan, are you okay?" Bra asked concerned as she threw her arms around her friend to comfort her. Pan tried to calm herself down. The way Bra stormed in here was obtrusive and she and Vegeta were nearly caught red handed. How could she be mad at Bra though? This was her home and she was used to entering any room when she so desired. Bra was doing her usual routine.

"Pan, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but...you smell," Bra interrupted her thoughts as she pushed her friend away in disgust.

"What?!" Pan snapped back. "I had a shower last night," Pan retorted angrily. Bra shook her head. "Oh! It's the perfume. I know that I have too much on," Pan tried another excuse.

“No it's a smell I've never smelt before, but it's horrible," Bra continued and appeared to think on it more seriously.

“Well I don't know," Pan spoke again. She was becoming embarrassed and annoyed. She turned away from Bra. Bra's perplexed face was frustrating her. Pan was again snapped back to attention by Bra's surprisingly loud gasp. Pan turned back abruptly.

"When?! Who?! Where?!" Bra rambled out quickly in shock, yet rather giggly.

"I've got one for you...What?!" Pan shot back at her friend.

"Omigod!" Bra squealed. Pan's face fell in realization.

"How do you know?" Pan spoke quietly. Bra shuffled closer to her friend as if she were about to spill some secret. Pan looked at her friend silently, her mind racing.

"Dad told me something a few years back. He said that it was valuable information and that I should heed his advice," Bra started. Pan suddenly became very attentive as she swallowed deeply in her throat.

"This is what he told me," Bra started.
“He came into the lounge where I was sitting, and he had this serious look on his face. I was actually scared for a moment because he usually just ignores me. Anyway he starts by saying: I noticed you the other day, looking at the pathetic male species of this planet with great interest. You should know what happens when a female Saiyan becomes sexually active."

“I screamed for him to stop at that moment and I immediately got off the couch. He grabbed my arm and forced me back down. It hurt so I knew he was being serious at that point"

"This is no joke, he growled. Something changes in Saiyan women after. She will release a scent."
“Yuck! I joked, but quieted myself immediately after glancing at him. He hated this conversation, but it was the first and only real conversation that he had ever had with me. The only time ever that he was being a father to me. So of course I shut up."

“This scent is desirable to the Saiyan male, he continued. He must have her. He will use force when needed and would rightfully fight off and even kill another male to have her. It affects all males, family is no exception".

"I asked him about human men, because I was curious."

“No effect. Nor female or male with react, he answered simply. So I obviously asked about Saiyan women."

“The scent is different to a female Saiyan. The scent of another female is putrid and vial, he answered to the point again. I was shocked. So of course I asked the next most obvious question. Then there must be a way to stop it. I was petrified."
“A bond."
“I must have looked puzzled as he continued to explain straight away."

“A bond is formed by biting into your mate's neck."

“I cringed of course. He pointed to this point on my neck." (Bra points to the point on her neck where her neck meets her shoulder).
“This bond connects mates eternally to each other. If one dies, the pain of the loss will no doubt slowly kill the other."
“That's no solution, I screamed."

“It is the only solution. Bra you must wait until you find the right mate. The first time that you...well, you know what, you must bond with him, my father sounded urgent as he told me this."

“I was shocked and revolted by this primitive act. He was becoming frustrated with the whole conversation. He wasn't comfortable at all."

“That is the advice that you must remember. This is human planet, but you know there are Saiyan males here. Gohan, Goten, Trunks and myself, my father warned. He couldn't look at me when he told me about himself."

"Of course there is Goku now too. He was telling me for my protection. What if Trunks or Gohan forced themselves on me? I would kill myself," Bra finished her explanation. Pan's head was spinning. This was all too much to take in at one time.

"Well now you know all about it. Just smelling you reinforces the sordid truth. I can see why you are wearing an over abundance of perfume. I'm guessing that it works," Bra realized as she thought back on Pan's perfume comment from before.

Pan was shaking violently. A million thoughts were flashing through her head, but one thought conquered the rest. Why hasn't he bonded with me?! He knows the dangers. He warned Bra, but he never told her the truth. Not even when she was younger. He gave her warning as he did his daughter. Why not? Wasn't she treated as her daughter? Pan was quickly becoming upset. Finally she reached the point where she had to get out of there. Without even looking at Bra, or saying a word she ran from the room.

She sprinted along the corridor and sped down the stairs. Pan threw open the front door after racing through the living room. She scared Bulma without knowing as the door slammed shut with the sheer force of her taking off into the air.

Once in the sky, the anger continued to build as she turned Super Saiyan 2 for the second time that day. Clearly anger was the catalyst for both transformations. She didn't know where she was, little did she care, she just had to keep going.

Vegeta who was outside at the time turned to the house as he felt Pan's energy soar. He watched as she flew out of the house as fast as she could with her energy continuing to increase. The final straw was when he felt her transform to her new pinnacle. Obviously something was terribly wrong, she was furious. He took off into the sky to find her and calm her down.

Finally Pan stopped. She landed on one of the highest peaks in a dessert canyon. She screamed in anger as her voice echoed around the canyon. The very ground below her rumbled.

Vegeta stopped dead still in the air as he saw the dust cloud and vibrations coming fast. He defended his face from the onslaught of tiny rocks, dust and leaves that hit him full force. A low rumble of a scream followed this. This was serious. Quickly he transformed into a Super Saiyan 2 to match her. There could be a vicious fight where his path was leading. He continued on to his destination at top speed.

Pan turned around immediately upon sensing Vegeta's energy nearing. She powered up as the ground beneath her crumbled. She floated in the air facing where Vegeta would appear. Finally he caught up her as he stopped a fair distant away. Pan was becoming furious as she glared at him.

“Woman, what the hell is going on?!" Vegeta yelled over to her, slightly angry that her strength was even with his now.

“How dare you! How could you lie to me?!" Pan screamed angrily. She burst into brilliant yellow flames. She seemed to be on fire.

“What do you mean?" Vegeta tried a calmer tact. He came closer to her.

“You told me that you couldn't stop my scent. I find out now that you could all along and you didn't!" Pan screamed back.

“Pan, I..." Vegeta began.

“What you're sorry?!" Pan screamed as she rushed at him, to meet him face to face. “You can't even say it!" She screamed as her fist connected with his face. His body slammed into the ground below with the force.

Vegeta stumbled to his feet in shock. Her movement surprised even him, it was too fast. Pan immediately materialized in front of him. She came at him again as he caught her arm. She tried with the other arm as he grabbed that one too. He held her tightly as she struggled. Finally she gave up and fell silent. She powered down to her normal state as she collapsed against him.

“How could you do that to me?" Pan whispered.

“It didn't seem like the right time," Vegeta answered her.

“Why not, you would rather see me suffer and fight off my family from any advances?" Pan was becoming angry again.

“I don't want you to suffer, but if we bond..." Vegeta tried to explain.

“If?! If we bond?!" Pan pushed him away. Vegeta powered down.

“When, we do, everyone will know. You can't hide the mark for long. Bra will find it. Bulma knows of bonding, as Bra explained it to her," Vegeta continued.

“You and Bulma?" Pan asked frankly.

“No, but she knows of it and once she finds out everyone will know," Vegeta finished.

Pan walked toward Vegeta and waited for him to pull her to him. “They will know soon enough," Pan answered.

"What?" Vegeta was confused.

“Trunks already knows, and I don't feel that we should keep it a secret any longer. I want to be with you, and I need this bond thing," Pan became desperate.

“My parents hate me enough as does Trunks, it will be easier to come clean now," Pan finished. Vegeta watched her as she explained her point of view. She had grown up into a woman, and he loved her all the more.

“I don't think you're right. Are you thinking this through?” Vegeta tried to reason with her. Pan held tightly to her man.
 
“I just wish this was easier,” she sighed.