Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Temptations ( Chapter 7 )

Price of Power

By AMCM74

Chapter 7 - Temptations

Pan tried to twist her wrist free of Trunks iron like grip. He never bothered looking back at her, as he stalked angrily down the long corridors. Soldiers that were posted at intersections and various doors did not move until the pair had passed them by. It was unusual to see the royal family or any one closely associated with them behaving in such a manner.

"Stop!" Pan cried out, her feet stumbling. She drooped to the floor when her legs just gave out. Trunks dropped her wrist in response. She was relieved that he did not choose to merely drag her along behind him. Pan stared at her palms, pressed against the white stone floor, her hair framing her face so that she could see nothing else. She knew Trunks was still standing there above her. The heat radiating off his body was close enough to feel, his displeasure was stronger still. Trunks turned with lightening speed and lifted her into his arms. "What do you think you are doing?" Pan punched him in the chest with the arm that remained unpinned against him.

Trunks stormed over to a room, and lifting one foot, kicking the surface of the door forcing it open with such force it ricocheted off the wall, sending a loud banging noise through the deserted room. He stood in his chambers for the first time in months, his new prize in his arms. He loosened his grip, looking over his shoulder and twisting his heel to shut the door with a subtler click. Pan was swung down to her feet. She tried to step back but he snatched up her forearms in a vice like grip. He hauled her against him. Pan stared up at the seriousness of his expression. "You will not leave me, woman." Trunks leaned over her until their noses were practically touching. Pan swallowed hard as those commanding eyes engulfed her vision. "Don't be getting your hopes up. I suggest you start resigning yourself to this new role you life has taken."

"Tell me that this time next year." Pan whispered right before she ripped back away from him. Her voice full of challenge, " while I am packing my bags!" She hissed forcefully, as his mouth descended on hers. Trunks raged inwardly at her words. His hands grabbed the frail material of her nightshirt with both hands. The light blue pajama top never had a chance as he rent it asunder with his clenched fists. Pan's eyes widened and she tore her lips from his with an angry cry. Instinct alone moved her hand as it flew out and cracked him across the face with an impact that turned his head. She moved back, one-step at a time - watching him, knowing that the repercussions for her action could be great. He turned to face her again slowly; the features were exquisitely beautiful, but devoid of anything, save cold resolve. Tossing the fabric to the floor, he trampled it with his foot as he moved toward her with a predatory stride.

"I will say when you stay." He advanced and she retreated more. "I say what you will do." Again he came closer " And I will say when and if you will leave." Trunks watched her come up against the far wall. "From now on you're nothing more than one of my belongings. You got that?" He lunged out to grab her. "You are mine!" But, she ducked under his arms and jumped to the bed. With agile movements she rolled to the other side, coming to her feet she regarded him with wary eyes.

"That is not what I heard." Pan crossed her hands over the nakedness of her chest. She dipped her chin and let the silken strands of her hair offer her some modesty. "One year, that's what you father said."

"Unless I get you with child." Trunks reminded her hastily. "Do you doubt my ability to accomplish the task?" Trunks was really hating this. His father should have just given her to him like Trunks had wanted. Damn, him! Vegeta had to know the amount of pressure this put on Trunks. It also made sure Pan would resist her role. She had a reason now, to hold herself back. He was not even sure she had considered children as a possible out come, until Vegeta had opened his big fat mouth.

Pan looked over the large bed that kept him at bay and said calmly, "No, I have no doubt you will put your full effort forward. That is why I am over here and you are over there." Trunks smiled a bit at her as he tilted his head to the side. "No." Pan snapped at the look over taking his features. "Don't even think about. Not even playing nice is going to get me any where near you!"

He studied the situation before him. If he were to dive over the bed and capture her it would be of little use. She would merely struggled and fight with him some more. She has proven she would do just about anything to avoid his attentions at this point. There had to be another way to entrap her. Silently he relaxed and pondered a solution to his dilemma. In the mean time Trunks unclipped his purple cape and let it drop to the floor. "Have it your way."

"What are you doing?" Pan reached down to grab up the blanket, and gathered it to her chest. How could ones demeanor change so swiftly? The tension that had filled the room evaporated with his gentle stretch.

"I have just spent the last several months running around the universe fighting." He replied softly. "Now that I am home, I think I am going to try to relax a little." He carefully lifted his silver armor over his head. Pan watched as him as he moved to set the armor down. Now he stood in nothing more than the deep black body suit. She was unable to pull her gaze from the rippling muscles, "If that is all right with you?" he turned his head to her letting the lavender hair flutter with his motion. He refrained form purring in satisfaction as he watched her defenses dropping slowly as she lowered on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, I guess it is fine." Actually it wasn't. It was far easier for one to remain guarded against the thunderous anger his unstated passion had flared. "I thought you always wore your armor." It would be better if he had. The sight of him dropping his defenses before her made her weak. Pan was relieved to take the pressure off her shaking legs. She would have preferred a chair to the bed, but they were so very far from her. The last thing she needed was for her captor to realize how very empty her threats had been. The drug that they had given her earlier was finally starting to wear off, but she was still feeling most of the effects. Pan was also starting to notice that her new tail was very sensitive. It waved around her leg. "Could I have another shirt?"

"You're completely right." Trunks smiled wickedly. "It is unfair for you to be shirtless and me to still have mine." Trunks swept the black material of his up and over his head and dropped it on the floor. "So there I took mine off too."

She frowned at him and clenched the blanket in a death grip. "That's not even remotely funny."

He plopped himself on the bed in response. He kept his back to her as he turned his attention to his booted feet; a quick tug each and they were dismissed.

Pan realized, belatedly, that he had just completely undressed himself, except for his pants. So she had just sat there watching his display in enthrallment. What was she thinking? Thinking, obviously not much. She was getting edgy again. "Trunks, you are not planning on getting naked on me, are you?"

"Na." He simply sat there for long moment. The he turned and shot her a look she couldn't quite read. "Here let me massage your shoulders. You're looking tense." He rolled to put his knees into the downy softness of the mattress and, started to move across the bed toward her.

Pan jumped up and spun away, taking the blanket partially with her. She would have taken entire thing but his weight on it refrained her from pulling it off.

"I am not going to fall for that one." She admonished him with a wave of her finger. He lay there, half naked on the bed watching her hand wave from side to side. Trunks' head moved back and forth with the gentle sway of her finger before he beamed at her.

"I was hoping you would say that!" He smiled like a little boy who was trying to get his own way, which in this case he was, only not so little. "You can rub my shoulders then. They are killing me." He patted one shoulder. Tucking his head into his arms he waited.

Pan's jaw dropped "What do I look like? Your personal sla..." She stopped short. Pan could hear the deep chuckle.

"You were saying?" He could not help but be pleased at her dilemma.

She growled. There had to be some way out of this, a way to turn the tide of events. "Move over. I am taking you up on the massage." He lifted his head at her soft hand shoving him to the side. He gave her a stunned look and she replied, "This is far better then me rubbing your shoulders." Pan sat down and with her free arm drew her hair off her shoulders.

Trunks rose to his knees behind her. She sat expectantly before him, her bare back exposed entirely. Trunks reached up and his large hands fell onto her stress filled shoulders, the warmth of her skin seeping into his palms as he moved his fingers over the skin softly. He allowed his gaze to rove over the flawless skin before applying a light pressure with the tips of his fingers. Pan's moan of pleasure was instantaneous. Trunks watched her head fall forward to reveal the slender slope of her neck to him. She was melting in response to his touch. Trunks took great pains to work the gentle sighs from her, and it was causing him to experience a warm tide of longing that settled deep in the pit of his stomach.

'Go slow, Trunks.' He thought to himself. 'You have her just where you want her.' She had surrendered so quickly it was almost like a dream He skimmed his hands down her back and tenderly moved them in slow circular motions, taking his time he studied her body at his leisure. The best part was she just sat there unwarily allowing him to discover just how to break her resolve.

Pan bit her lip catching her breath, as his hands played over her. The pleasure was outstanding. She didn't know where the massage had stopped, and the tempting touching had begun. She did know it was impossible to pull away from. She actually enjoyed the feeling sweeping through her. Pan was finding it hard to keep her eyes open, as her lids grew heavy. She didn't even protest when his hand slowly snaked around to test the weight of her breast in his palm. Then other following suit, when she failed to show resistance. She let the blanket drop to her lap as he pulled her back against him.

Pan sighed deeply as he dropped his hands to draw them up and down her sides in slow, smooth motions. His touch, so feather light it was almost as if he was merely caressing her body with the heat generated by his own body. She tilted her head back and to the side, to look up at him with a dazed expression. Trunks moved his eyes from her body to meet her gaze, her eyes dark with desire. They had crept up on her so slowly; she had no chance to resist. "What have you done to me?" She whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.

Trunks held himself back as he gloried in his victory. He wanted to devour her in that moment. To allow the beast in him to take what it had captured fairly. In response to his desire he deepened his kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth. She straightened her back and lifted to increase their contact. They sat like that for long moments, their mouths moving in a hot, moist dance of sensual exploration. Trunks kept to his leisurely pace as he allowed Pan to accept her fate.

Pan was being enveloped by desire for this man that was driving all other thoughts save his touch from her head. It was leaving her trembling in the wake of these new exotic sensations. She turned even more in his arms until she was in the aggressor position, bearing him back, and pressing him down on the bed. Pan let soft body mold into his hard contours, as she devoured his mouth, just as he had wanted her to.

Trunks moved in for the kill as he lifted his tail to entwined around hers. Pan's hands hit the bed as she cried out arching her back away from him, her legs instinctively parted and ground against him. Trunks cried out as the warm part of her moved over his arousal. He dropped his arms from her shoulders to grab her hip, and then forcefully rocked her against him. The thick member between his legs going rigid as it glided against her. The only thing stopping the coupling was the thin barrier of their pants. Pan choked as she realized what was roughly moving against her. She was shocked by his violent reaction and fearfully jumped back. Breaking free of his grip she scrambled up, and stood by the side of the bed looking down at the panting Saiyan Prince.

She felt her eyes widen as he groaned in agony. "Did I hurt you?" She blinked down at him with her dark eyes. " For sweet Kami's sake, tell me your all right. I am so sorry!" Pan lifted her hand to her mouth, her eyes swept over him looking for the damage she had done.

Trunks shook his head. "Damn you, don't stop." He growled and continued, "If that is the way you hurt people, please come back here and torture me some more." He lifted his head a bit to look at her shaking form.

It was to late, the spell broken, and Pan's eyes moved over him. He lay with a thin sheen over his body from his perspiration. She was startled as she came to the juncture between his legs covered in the tight black pants. What she saw there made her eyes grow even larger. She had felt him pressed against her before, but nothing had prepared her for the visualization of its actual size. She was not a child she knew how sex worked, and she found herself looking into his eyes, and shaking her head in denial. "What where you thinking!" She choked. "That," She pointed to the offender "is never going to fit. I am way to small."

Trunks let his head drop on the bed and laughed. The more she spoke the more she amused him. "Of course it will. I promise." He closed his eyes imagining just how well it would fit. "You will see."

Pan shook her head and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. "Not on your life."

Trunks let his eyes open, feeling the pain of his desire. "It might come to that, if I don't have you soon." Sitting up he scanned the room for his prize. "You are killing me here"

Trunks looked at Pan who had curled up on a chair by the window defiantly. She clutched the blanket around her like a flimsy shield, and stared up at the red sky. He prowled around the room some, then stopped and looked at her. He didn't have the patience for this. He had never had to develop it with the hordes of female companions banging down his door. Hell, even now, he could take six steps into the hall and undoubtedly find one willing to share his bed.

She rested her head on the wall behind her. She was desperate to change the subject. "I have never seen a red sky before. It's very pretty."

Trunks clenched his fists. Here he was, burning up, and she was admiring the view. She had made it very clear he didn't have a chance, short of rape, of having her anytime soon. There had to be a way around this. He looked around the room, running his hand through his hair. If only he could bind her to him, so that she didn't want to leave. He could take her as his life mate. The thought slipped in but was violently rejected. He shook his head adamantly. He had already told her he was not going to do that, and he did not want her thinking she could control him in such a fashion. There was one another option. It was tricky and under handed, but at this point he was willing to give it a try. "Pan." He ventured with a soft voice. "Do you want to see something really beautiful?"

Pan turned to face him slowly, as if contemplating the safety of this question. "More beautiful than the sky? I don't think there is anything that could match it, unless you return me to Earth." She swung her legs out form under her, long creamy white legs that were quickly hidden under the folds of the blanket.

Trunks swallowed hard, as he tried to calm his emotions. Next time he sparred with his father there would be retribution for this, Trunks swore it to himself silently. Slowly he moved to a desk, and opened a drawer. He reached in and pulled out a simple wooden box. Pan tilted her head she realized his hand shook as he held it. "This was a gift to me from a race of aliens that live in the deepest regions of space. Planet Vegeta had opened up a full assault on their planet, after they refused to swear allegiance to the Saiyan race." Moving toward her, he recounted his tale. "It only took a few days and they were almost completely destroyed. Goten was going to lead the last charge, but I held him back." Trunks came up next to her. "I made one last attempt for a peace treaty. Luckily for them, they accepted and gifted me with this as a token of their loyalty." Trunks opened the box to reveal a gorgeous choker style necklace. It looked almost like glass with gold inlaid through out. A strange silver metal was wrapped around a huge purple gem. The top had been cut in the shape of the symbol on the front of Trunks armor. "The purple gem is supposed to represents me. The gem was cut, with time consuming precision, into my royal crest."

Pan looked up at him, and then back to the piece of jewelry that represented more of a high art. "I have never seen anything like it! I don't know anything about fine jewelry, but this is," She gasped "Well it is beyond words."

Trunks lifted it out. "Do you mind if I put it on you?"

Pa hesitated "Why would you let me to wear it?" She had doubt in her voice. "It looks very valuable."

Trunks remain impassive. "It is priceless, actually" He lifted it up to let the fading light of day dance over its glittering surface. "There is not another like it, and has proven thus far to be induplicatable." Trunks held his breath and prayed, as with most women, Pan would fall victim to its beauty. She already seemed almost mesmerized by the glow of the gem. Still she was not jumping on the treasure fast enough. He felt he needed to explain further. " If you choose to wear this, you will also have full freedom around the palace," he informed her. "You will not get that freedom otherwise. My men will know you are in high favor with me if you are seen wearing it." This seemed to do the trick. He saw her debating in her eyes. He almost had her. "With it you will be allowed to go wherever you wish, with no one trying to bother you, even out of the palace."

Pan jolted at his words and blinked up at him "Out of the palace? On my own?" Her eyes narrowed "Why would you allow me that kind of freedom?"

Trunks kicked him self. He had gone a little over board there and she had picked upon it. "You are on my planet. Who here will harbor you from me Pan?" He covered smoothly. All you have to do is really think about it."

Pan shrugged, acknowledging and accepted the wisdom of his words. "All right." She whispered. She still felt like there were ice crystals in her veins as she accepted. "I could actually go out and find Marron with that thing on, couldn't I?" Trunks looked displeased at the idea, but nodded. "Fine." She turned around and lifted her hair. "Put it on for me."

"Are you absolutely sure you want me to put it on." Trunks warned her. "It marks you as my property. There will be no doubt who and what you are. They will all believe you are my concubine"

"For the next year I am, in a sense, so you might as well." She felt his hands drop the cold metal around her neck. Trunks hands paused just before he snapped the latch and sighed. "It's not as if I can't take it off. "Trunks remained silent as he stepped back and waited until she turned around. He didn't look overly happy. "What?"

"It looks good on you." He whispered. The sapphire eyes were so intense, she shivered under them. He stood as if waiting for something significant.

Pan got an unnerving feeling as he continued to stare at her with those expressive eyes. "I don't like the way you are looking at me." She swallowed hard. "Umm, maybe you should just take this thing off. You don't look to comfortable me having it."

"I can't." The words were clear and calm.

Pan blinked at him in stunned fascination. "What do you mean you can't?" She almost laughed. The giggle that escaped was panicked "Stop being stubborn." She turned her back on his and lifted her hair to show him her neck. "Just take it off."

Trunks spoke louder this time. "I can't, once that latch is clasped it cannot be removed, ever."

Pan began to get a sinking feeling. That was why she would be allowed so much freedom with this thing on. The gem marked her as his property, and she could never remove it. There was nowhere she could hide from him now. The truth would be right there, around her neck. She turned on him and snarled. "This is not funny, Trunks." Pan grabbed his arms and looked up at him. She shook him and he allowed her. "Take the damn thing off!"

"The only way to take it off is to cut of your very pretty head. I don't think either of us wants that." Trunks informed her bluntly. He could see her fear and felt guilt for causing it.

"Fine!" Pan grabbed it and pulled on it. "I'll just break it."

"The metal is a rare unbreakably alloy. There is very little of it in the universe. It was all they could do to gather this much." Trunks grabbed her hands and dragged them away from her neck. "You can not break it. No one can." He held her arms to her sides and kneeled before her. "That necklace will be on you forever; Pan." He reached up to cup her cheek. "There is no way to get it off. No way!"

There had to be a way, Pan raged in her head. Things seemed so hopeless to her now. She bowed her head, and refused to look at him. "I hate you Trunks." It was a simple expression, but the words never sounded truer.

"You may hate me, but no matter what happens now, you will never be free of me. Even if you end up back on you precious Earth, that necklace will be there with you. It will remind you of me, every moment of every day of your life, and if you ever take a mate he will know that someone claimed you before he did."

Pan cried out and punched Trunks with all the fury she could muster knocking him to the floor. Trunks had not been expecting such a vicious attack. He lay there unconscious in a heap on the floor. She stood breathing hard over him. She couldn't believe she had just knocked him out. She knew she had to get out of the room quickly before she wrenched the life from him with her rage. As if signaling her on, her tail quivered at her side. She rushed to look over at his clothing as she took on a look of grim determination. Quickly she pulled on his shirt and armor. If she got lucky she just might find Marron quickly and they could start a plan of action. It was time these Saiyans learned what desperate women where truly capable of.

She was out the door, and she scouted the hall for Saiyan soldiers, seeing none she took off down the lonely hall.

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