Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Seduced ( Chapter 5 )

Price of Power

By AMCM74

Chapter 5 - Seduced

Marron shifted uncomfortably on Goten's lap. There was no room in the tiny pod for her to move off his muscular thighs let alone turn around. Her face was pretty much pressed against his chest most of the time, unless she rested her cheek against it. It seemed wrong to her, to relax so closely against him. To be so close that she could hear his heart slowly thumping intimately against her . Could she handle two and an half more days of this intense contact?

Marron's legs were starting to cramp. Goten pinched his eyes closed, and tried to ignore her soft curves molding against him. It was better than looking at the girl. She had only been clad in her robe to begin with. The thin material of his pants didn't provide much protection from the warm moist heat of her womanhood that pressed intimately against him. He fought his natural male reaction to her feminine form. Why had his Saiyan training never covered this? Sweat was starting to form on his brow, and he growled deep in his throat.

"Stop your squirming woman." He grated and let his head fall back. He breathed deep, trying to calm the fire that was sweeping through him.

"Sorry to bother you. I mean after all you are the one who gets to sit in that nice comfy chair." Marron hissed at him. "While I am here on your rock hard thighs! I would normally find them relatively attractive, but right now I am finding out the pros and cons to a buff body! Your are totally uncomfortable to be mashed against for three days!" Marron lifted her head from his chest to give him her very best cut down. He lifted his head from its perch on the headrest. Goten's eyes moved past her eyes to her red mouth, and then to the robe that slipped open a little more with each movement she made. He started to smile, despite himself. Marron glared at him. 'What has you so fucking jovial all of a sudden?"

"We may be packed in here like sardines, but you definitely picked the most pleasant position I could think of." Goten gave a little buck of his hips and Marron's jaw dropped open. For once no words fell out. "Well, at least I know that'll shut you up. There is another way too." He whispered against her mouth then pulled her down into a menacing kiss.

Marron didn't have enough room to get a good swing in on him, but she pummeled him with several tiny thrusts of her palms. Stunned at the turn of events she struggled to escape. Her action only served to rock her against him in a steady rhythm that only further enticed. Goten sighed against her lips, and gave up trying to hold back. His body reacted immediately to his new mind set, and Marron felt the growing hardness pressing against her. She stopped all movement as she realized exactly just how they were positioned against each other.

She finally managed to pull free, and turned her head away. "Sweet Dende." She moaned in horror, at her own body's reaction.

Goten laughed with evil delight, as his hands gripped her hips pressing her firmly against him. "That good. huh?"

Marron grabbed his hands and tried to lift them off her, but it only served to open her robe to his view. Goten bent his head toward her breasts. Marron's blue eyes grew large. She slammed her palm under his chin pushing his head back. Then in a panicked voice she shouted "DON"T YOU EVEN THINK IT, BUDDY!"

"Oh, I am thinking about it all right, and after these three days are up we'll have done more than think about it." He promised. Marron shook her head. Goten watched the slowed movement. The golden strands floating around her face were mesmerizing. "Then, can you think of a better way to pass our time?"

"Anything is better than being raped by you." Marron whispered.

"Rape?" Goten faked a wounded look. He had never failed to gain a female's attentions. He was not about to start now. This was becoming more of an intriguing game of wills. "I don't think it can qualify as rape. You are the half naked woman who climbed onto me." He pointed out as he trailed his fingers over her sides.

Marron dropped her forehead to his chest. As much as she hated to admit it, he had a point.

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Pan shifted against the warm body that held her so gently and close. The spiced scent was strongly erotic to her senses, and yet her eyes were never so heavy in all her life. She had a hard time opening them. She tilted her head back and the deep blue eyes she had seen floating before her turned out to be no dream. The face that came into view was framed in lavender hair. "Prince Trunks?" Pan breathed his name so quietly she barely heard it herself. He looked relieved, but only for a second.

"You are not really that tough for a Demi-Sayain." Trunks lifted his hand to push the lose strands of her hair away from her face. "Your little friend was giving Goten a much harder time than you did."

"Marron?" Pan had a flash of Marron fighting against Goten roar through her memory like a tidal wave. "MARRON!" She tried to sit up, but cold hard steel stopped her. "Where am I?"

"You are in my space pod." Trunks looked out at the stars shooting by the tiny red tinted window. "It will be at least two more days until we reach Vegeta."

"Vegeta, that is your home planet." Pan clenched her fists. "Take me back to Earth!"

"I can't." Trunks saw the spark of fury in her eyes. The challenge was there, and it stirred emotion deep within him.

"Let me out! I want to go home!" Pan cried as she elbowed him in the face. Trunks bent over and buried his head in her stomach as she rained her fury down on his body. She even pulled out a fist full of his hair, before he grabbed her wrists and pressed her back against the hatch.

"Cease your antics girl! I have been tolerant of your temper tantrums, since I know the quick anger of a Demi-Sayain first hand, but you are going too far now."

Pan couldn't move, but she yelled right back in his face "You should have left me on earth! What could you possibly want from me anyway?"

Trunks narrowed his eyes "To tell the truth, depending on what my father decrees, I might decide to get my heir for Planet Vegeta by you."

Pan choked, the shock seeping clear to her bones. "NO! Why me? Are you mad?" It was the first thing that came to her mind. What would possess him to have this idea? "What makes me so important?" Pan realized he held on to her firmly, but not painfully so.

"You are a Demi-Sayain." He told her. As if that explained it all. To him it was a completely logical reason. Other than the Princess Bra, Pan was the only female Demi-Saiyan in existence. For that reason alone, she was more than qualified to have his children. Added to the fact that he was finding her wildly attractive there could be no other choice.

"You're wrong! I am not a Saiyan of any type I have never even heard of Vegeta or Saiyans." Pan tried to shove him back and sit up, but he held her pinned. "I have no desire to be Queen of your stupid Planet Vegeta!" Trunks gave a confused look and then laughed loudly at her. Pan narrowed her eyes at him "What is so funny?"

Trunks released her. Straightening in his seat he watched as she sat back up looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "I said I might get an heir from you. I never said I was going to make you my life mate." It took a long moment for the words to register with her. Pan felt her eyes widen at his words. "That's right, Pan. I am Prince of my planet. My word is law. You will give yourself to me, once I have received permission from my father to take you as my personal slave."

"Slave?" The sound of her voice was deceptively quiet, before her face turned dark "NEVER!" She suddenly understood why her father wanted her to train so desperately. He had foreseen this possible fate. Her body reacted to his words, despite her anger with them. It was exciting to imagine this lavender haired god with sapphire eyes as her master, taking her whenever he wanted, and teaching her the arts of love. As a fantasy, it was fine. But he spoke of an eternity of slavery. There would be no escape. If she died become pregnant on the wretched world, her children would grow up seeing her as little more than breeding stock. There would be no honor or respect for her, living like that. No one would care how she felt, or what she thought. She would not accept a life like that.

As if he could read her mind, he reached out and touched her neck. The soft tips of his fingers skimming over her flesh. She could feel the weight of those remarkable eyes on her. It was as if he was silently demanding her attention. "You will accept it in time." She remained silent, and refused to look at him. The smooth tone was broken by a heavy sigh. "Very well, believe what you want." Trunks' thumb gently stroked her cheek, as his hot breath ruffled the fine strands of hair at her ear. "Once we get to Vegeta you will see I am right. I will show you." He continued to talk in soothing tones. Pan felt tears rising in her eyes as she realized she was falling for this. The gentle facade was stripping away her will, and lulling and seducing her senses. "You are innocent in these matters. I could see it, feel it, the moment I touched you." Pan turned away from him as best she could.

Trunks sat back and let her sulk. It would do no good to argue with his angry angel. Once on planet Vegeta he could use her Saiyan blood against her. There were things about the Saiyan race she had yet to learn. She might want to resist him, but it would be interesting to see how long she could resist herself.

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Goku watched from afar, as Videl crumpled into her husband's arms. Videl's sobs were ripping out his heart. Chi-chi couldn't even look at him. Another loved one had been taken from this planet. Now Goku stood with the hard task of informing his best friend, Krillin, that his daughter was gone. Goku remained completely silent, as he blasted into the sky. In his mind was another story. The rage was building in him. It just wasn't fair.)He had never asked for this. Goku stopped, his ki bursting around him with a crackling sound. He hovered in mid-air for a long time his black gaze pinned to the moon. Years ago if he had dared such an act, his body would have transformed into the Oozaru. With his accursed tail removed, the silvery rays only made his blood boil. No one had ever known that it still affected him in any way. It was something that years of training could easily hide. Gohan never mentioned it, so Goku figured it was part of being a full-blooded Saiyan. He could normally handle the feeling of rage it brought out in him. To night was different. Tonight, he acknowledged what he was, and the hell it had rained down on every one who dare get close to him. All the anger and rage that had been built up in his heart since the Saiyans had first arrived on his world. It soared to a new height until he let out a roar that was far more than just rage. His body sparkled and glowed with the emotions that surged through him. The black eyes flashed to green and he remained there like a shining star in the night sky. This new power was beyond his imagination. Still, it did him no good now. Because he knew that after this attack no one would be safe ever again. There was only one way to stop this madness. The Saiyan king must be made to feel the same agony his family had endured. He would learn the torments he brought to others first hand. Goku knew exactly what to do with this new power. The Saiyan Prince must die.

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Trunks held Pan against him. He looked at sleeping features. It had been almost painful to watch her reaction, as he told her the cruel facts surrounding her fate. Somehow it didn't really matter to him anymore. There was only one more obstacle standing between him, and achieving his goal. Trunks truly didn't know what his father would say about her. Once back on planet Vegeta, Pan would discover another part of her life that had been hidden from her for her entire life. She might hate him at first, but he was very excited by the prospect. First thing he'd do would be to get her down to the infirmary. Recently there had been a new technology developed. Trunks believed his mother, Bulma, had been involved. Although no one could ever really known for sure. King Vegeta kept his mates activities secret from all. There was no good to come from publicizing Bulma's usefulness and importance to the Saiyan King. As with all royal families there was always an element of danger surrounding them. Trunks believed that is was out of concern and love that his father kept this secret, although he had never dared to ask. The new drug that had been created allowed Saiyans who had lost their tail, in battle or other wise, to regenerate them immediately. Once Pan was treated with this chemical injection she would experience the regrowth of her tail. His own tail flicked at the thought. Saiyan tails not only held the key to their transformation and their power. It also held the key to an unspeakably pleasurable mating. It was another G-spot in the Saiyan anatomy. Most Saiyan had grown up with their sensitive tails. It slowly over time toughens and become somewhat desensitized from the outside stimulants. Pan, on the other hand, had hers removed at a very young age. She had not even known of its existence. Therefore, she would not be able to defend her mature body from unspeakable feelings of pleasure a knowledgeable Saiyan could inflict on her sexually, and Trunks was a very knowledgeable Saiyan.

The beauty in his arms would suffer greatly if she tried to refuse him. The amount of torture she would have to endure would be up to her. There would be no need to fight her. If she proved resistant to this attack he could just be patient and wait. The next mating season would be soon. It would be interesting to see how she would handle that. Normally a Saiyan took a specialized potion to dull the effects of the new moon. Those who didn't and chose to suffer through the season with out mating where considered having an elite control. Trunks had never even bothered to try. To him that amount of suffering was insanity incarnate. He had seen Goten experience it on several occasions. To this Trunks had only one thing to say, to each his own. Why endure it when there where plenty of women willing to share his bed for a night?

Pans stirred in his arms again, but did not awaken. Trunks gave in to the visions that plagued him, and imagined her naked body bathed in sweat beneath his thrusting form. His eyes drifted shut and he tilted his head back. It was so close to becoming reality he could almost feel it.

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Marron's nails bit into Goten's naked shoulder as she cried out. She had given into him hours ago, and still he did not take her. He continued to kiss and fondle her eager flesh. She was shaking uncontrollably, as she pressed herself against his hard arousal. In response, he only let out another round of evil laughter. He continued refusing to allow her to impale herself upon him. Her sexual experiences in the past were nothing like this. This male seemed to enjoy watching her suffer. That was exactly what it was. Goten had gone way beyond the art of foreplay and right into the torture zone.

"Damn you." She glared at him with sparkling blue eyes. Sweat rolled over her body as she fought for breath. Her blonde hair was growing damp in the tropical heat the pod was being exposed to.

Goten smiled weakly, as he leaned back lifting her so that she was positioned on the tip of his erect form. "I just don't want you crying rape later on. I have to be completely sure you want this." The blackness of his eyes raked over her form. He knew she was more than willing. In a larger area he would have to pin her down to keep her from raping his form. She was just his willing prey now. Like a well fed cat, he was merely toying with the tender piece.

"I hate you!" Marron hissed and punched his chest. Tears were barely kept in check at this point.

"Really?"' He slowly let her slide down over the head of his shaft. Marron's eyes widened and she cried out in pleasure. "Doesn't sound that way to me." She ignored him. She forced her thighs down and began moving against him. "Slow down!"

"Stop telling me what to do!" Marron snapped back never ceasing her rise and fall.

Goten watched the rolling bounce of her breasts, before let his head fall back and muttered "Amateurs." Earning him another punch. That was all right. He was beginning to like when she hit him. He reached out to stop her. "Well you're going too fast. We have an entire day to waste, and I prefer quality to quantity." He gripped her hair in his fist and pulled so hard she was arched backward. "So just slow the hell down, bitch!"

Marron wanted to cry. "You have tortured me for hours." Goten loosened his hold and she leaned against him. Marron's arms wrapped around his form, and she rested her forehead on his shoulder. "I can't help." In a soft voice she whispered in his ear "It hurts."

Goten shuddered as her lips brushed his ear and her hot breath tickled his neck. Goten growled and pulled her down on him viciously. Marron screamed as she took him in entirely. "You want your release, woman." He waited until she lifted her eyes to his and watched her nod nervously. "Then beg me for it."

Marron clenched her eyes shut; he would have to ask for that! The gentle nod became a firm shake of her head.

Goten's fingers pressed against her hips lifting her slowly away. "As you wish." He could not help himself. Making this creature shudder and beg him was to tempting a pleasure to be ignored. "But you are not getting anything more from me until I hear you beg."

"I hate you." Marron felt the tears of frustration slipping down her face.

Goten let his hand cup the plump curve of her breast, his thumb rose up to play with her dusty rose-colored nipple. "Funny. I always thought begging started with `Please' or some other such word." Marron tried to lift her hips off him, but he forced her back down to her half impaled state. "No! You will stay right there," Then he leaned forward to trail his tongue over her slender neck. He savored the erotic taste of salt for a moment before murmuring. "So you know exactly what you are missing." To his vast surprise she threw her head back and screamed out the words he thought would take hours to pry from her.

"Please! Please! Please!" Marron cried out in a horse voice, "I can't take it any more. Kami save me!" She cut into his shoulders with her nails. "What do you want me to do! I will do anything, just anything. I can't take this any more."

Goten jolted "Anything?" Goten felt something in his chest buckle. That desperation he heard there was setting a fire that rushed through his veins. A feeling he had not had in years.

Marron grabbed his face. Framing it in her hands and forced him to lock their eyes, the black of night merged with the shining blue skies of day. "I will do anything. Just make this pain go away."

Goten felt a new burst of passion at the implications of her words. "You remember your promise, woman." Goten's voice was a thick with a low growl of warning. "Because if you do not, this will seem like a walk in the park, compared what I can do with room to actually move."

With that gave himself over to her. Marron relished in it, crying out his name repeatedly. There would be time enough later to regret her pact with the devil.