Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Battles ( Chapter 8 )

Price of Power

By AMCM74

Chapter 8 - Battles

Pan slipped back into the shadows as Goten walked past her. She suppressed her ki and held her breath, praying against all hope that he would not notice her there. As fate would have it, he seemed completely lost in thought as he strode on past her and down the hall. She blinked a few times in shock before she realized he had not noticed her. Wow! He sure was in a fit about something, She thought.

It struck her then, that he might be going back to the infirmary where Marron was being held in that… tank thing. If so, this was her chance to locate her friend and save her from whatever fiendish plans they were developing for her fate. Together, they stood a chance of getting off this planet and back to Earth. Apart, it was doubtful either girl would ever leave this place. Goten was moving a safe distance away, and she thought of his regard to his prince. Saiyans were not the only ones with loyalties. Her mind made up, she took off down the hall after him.

She remained careful not to be spotted as she tried to catch up with him. He paused at a doorway, taking a large fortifying breath, before entering. As soon as it swung shut, Pan moved to the portal and placed her hand on it. She had no idea what she would find inside, so she did what any curious young woman would do, and pressed her ear to it. She heard nothing through the thick confines. Damn, If she was going to know what he was up to, she was going to have to go in there.

Summoning courage, Pan pulled on the handle, and the door slowly budged under her tentative palm. She cracked it open, and could not believe where it lead. Under artificial lights, looking just like outside, was some sort of training field. She stood there in awe at such an elaborate set up. Several other Saiyans were working out, practicing drills, and other things she had no idea, really, what they were about. Pan let herself get lost in the crowd. Many others look at her, but quickly moved out of her way, without a word.

Pan frowned, Trunks must not have been joking about her necklace. It made her slightly nervous about the rest of what he had told her. So far, the Saiyan Prince had yet to lie to her. Deep in thought, she moved around the arena examining the things she saw. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. She bumped into someone, and stumbled back. Her tail unwrapped from around her waist and flicked at her side in annoyance. She hated being reminded of the dreadful thing. Looking up, she choked.

"You're busted, little one." Goten turned to look down at her. She cringed back, waiting for him to seize her and drag her forcefully back to Trunks' room; but the hands never moved. Curiously she peeked up, and it was then she noticed them; the scar that slanted across his left cheek and the red bandana he had wrapped around his head. It kind of reminded her of her own beloved orange one she had left on earth.

He reached out to steady her on her feet, and in a deep voice told her. "This is no place for you, miss. I understand your curiosity for the Saiyan training, and I am sure your master will be happy to know you have an interest. Maybe you can come here again, accompanied by his Lordship, Prince Trunks." He started to lead her toward the palace doors again.

Pan ripped her arm away and growled angrily "I have no master!" Then she clamped her hand over her mouth as others stopped their training to look at her.

"No master?" He reached out to tap one finger on her necklace. "But everyone knows what this symbol means."

Despite his words, there was an amused look deep in his eyes as he regarded her. It was as if he knew her from somewhere. Yes, he looked like her grandfather, and Goten. Was it was possible this man was also a relative of hers? Pan looked up at him and tilted her head. "Who are you?"

He looked right back and squared his shoulders, crossing his arms over the broad expanse of his chest. "Who are you?" He threw the question right back at her in a teasing tone.

"I am no slave." Pan repeated. "And this makes no difference." Pan hooked her ring finger around the collar and pulled it up.

"I say it does." The dark warrior shook his head. "The sooner you accept your fate, the easier your adjustment will be. For now though, you are merely a slave, and as such you must abide by your masters directions. Rebellion is frowned on here, in any form" His eyes darkened as if he hated the situation as much as she did.

"That tears it." Pan dropped into fighting stance. "If you call me a slave one more time and I am going to mop the floor with you."

"I will not fight you." He chuckled, and rested a hand on her head. "It's not worth the risk. If I damage you, Prince Trunks will probably be sorely displeased with me." She shook his hand off and glared.

"No he won't." Another voice echoed in the silence. Pan flinched at Trunks' voice, which seethed with barely restrained anger. "I would say the little minx got what she deserved for challenging her own Great Grandfather." Trunks walked toward the pair and bowed slightly. "I am sorry master Bardock. She has only just arrived. The introduction was to be held later." He looked to Pan and sighed. "After I had gotten better control of her."

Pan's face fell "Great Grandfather?" This man was her… Then she had been right. He was a relative of hers. "Bardock." She said the alien name carefully. "You are Grandpa Goku's father?!"

Bardock looked down at the girl with confusion. "Goku?" He said the name, but it took a while for the realization of just whom she was speaking of set in. Saints preserve him, if there was another wayward son floating about, but then again one could never say for certain. "Oh you mean my son, Kakkarot. I never knew he had a granddaughter." Bardock let the lie slip easily from his mouth. When one saw certain events, and could predict the future, it was mostly best to keep that knowledge to oneself, and let things run their own course, in their own way. This was the way Bardock saw it, and this thinking had not failed him so far.

"You and the rest of the Saiyan race." Trunks stared at the girl huddled close to her Great Grandfather. "Pan, here, was hidden from us until just recently." Trunks reached around and pulled Pan next to him. "As soon as I realized just who and what she was, I decided she would make a fine breeder for my heirs." Pan tried to shake her shoulders away, but Trunks never let go or acknowledged her actions. "But, she has been raised as a warrior, and she is having a hard time accepting her new role."

Bardock smiled "It must run in our blood, my Prince." Crossing his arms over his chest again, he studied her. "Watch her carefully." Bardock smiled and lifted his eyes to Trunks. "Last time I decided I didn't like my fate, Frieza perished for it. Although I doubt she has the capability of that kind of power." Bardock wished he had more time to talk with the young girl, but the fact was, until she was properly restrained there would not be that many chances for him to see the child.

"I must be more powerful than you realize." She jerked away from Trunks again, only serving to cause herself pain. "After all, I am one of those precious Demi-Saiyans you all seem so afraid of." Pan gritted her teeth, feeling slightly ill that her own Uncle and Great Grandfather would stand by and watch her become nothing more than a whore for their prince's services.

Bardock flinched, trying to hide the fact that he could read her thoughts so clearly. He reached out and cupped her cheek. "You be good for his lordship, Pan. Who knows, maybe we can spend more time together and he might let you come and train with me?"

Pan screamed as a few Saiyans around her started laughed at her dilemma. Trunks held on tighter to her as he felt her ki rising. "Pan, You will behave yourself!" Pan paid Trunks no heed as she slipped her foot behind his. It took no more than a twist of her ankle to send him crashing down for the third time that day. He was going to have to start watching her more closely; she had grown far stronger with her tail.

Some of the Saiyan fighters ran forward, and she dove and rolled at their feet taking them down. She rose to one knee and searched with keen eyes until she saw a bo-staff. That was her weapon of choice. Grabbing it in a firm grip she twirled it over her head. It might not be Grandpa's power pole, but it would do. "YAAAAHHHH!" She planted the end in the ground and shot into the air, her foot connecting with another confused Saiyan warrior. Landing, she turned on Trunks and Bardock, holding the staff outward. "I do not need to train with you!" She glanced from side to side, making sure no-one was trying to take advantage of her position. "My Grandfather has already taught me what I need to know to defend myself."

"Pan, no," Trunks hung his head and whispered the words. She openly challenged him before several Saiyan warriors. It was his duty to keep control, and her actions were pushing him back into a corner. The last thing he wanted to do was punish her, but if she continued he would be left no choice.

"You think I will listen to you?" Pan laughed cruelly. "After you have taken me from my planet, called me a slave and collared me? Never." The Bo flew behind her, whacking another Saiyan who had attempted to sneak up on her, before twirling back in front of her.

Bardock beamed with excitement. "She is a warrior!" He proudly proclaimed. "My son has done a fine job!"

Trunks stepped before the honored warrior, and faced off with Pan. She stood, openly defying him in front of his people. Her powers were immense; still, she was nowhere near as strong as he was. "You can tell him that, while I crush the breath from him for making my life such a living hell!" Trunks set his steely gaze on his woman. "Better he had taught her how to cook."

Bardock nodded again thoughtfully, "True, true." Bardock spoke up from behind the pair as he watched them silently assessing each other for an opening. "But then I doubt you would have found her so intriguing. She does have an excellent build. I could train her to be a perfect warrior. She already possesses great form and look at the strength."

Trunks looked over at his old trainer and mumbled. "Stop complementing her, and let me concentrate on the fight. It is my duty to subdue this rebellion"

"Oh right." The dark eyes twinkled with amusement. "Go right ahead, she is your slave after all." Bardock chuckled as his granddaughter clenched her fists tighter around the Bo at his statement. This was going to be one hell of a battle. Bardock looked around casually. There had to be a nice place for him to sit and watch around here, somewhere.

Trunks brought his hands up and watched Pan standing there in his armor. It was molding itself to the curves of her body. If she wasn't so bent on being stubborn, it could be his own form nestling against her, not just his armor. The memory of her on Earth, moaning beneath him, assaulted his mind. Trunks gnashed his teeth, trying to keep his head clear. Then a flash from only a few minutes earlier rose up to defy him. Pan running her hands through his lavender hair as she pressed so closely they were nearly one. His lust mixed with the rage at her open disobedience to his will. He kept finding himself pushed into corners where she was concerned. Maybe it was time he did what he wanted. It might not necessarily be the right thing, but he no longer cared. She was his, and it was time she realized it.

Pan felt the shift in his composure. He dropped down into a fighting stance and faced off against her. There was a new resolve about him. Pan glanced to Bardock, who watched her closely and with supreme interest. The other Saiyans in the area stepped far back. The power in this arena was growing as their Prince raised his ki to match that of his little concubine. Since Goten refused to even spar with his prince, there had never been a real Demi-battle. They had heard rumors and speculation about their formidable Demi powers. It was time for a few lucky Saiyans to see if it were true.

Trunks attacked with lightening speed. Pan's eyes widened with her shock. She hadn't expected him to be on the offensive. That was normally her position during their battles. She blocked the punch, but another followed it quickly. She slid back, but did not fall, as her feet dug into the soil. She charged forward and felt her ki rush through her. It was far more intense than ever before. She felt the power flow over her, and realized she might actually have a chance here with this new power. All she had to do was out think her opponent.

Trunks appeared before her in a flash, and she reacted, mimicking the punches he had thrown earlier. Their fists connected and the light exploded, consuming all around them. The blinded Saiyans looked away from it for a moment. When the light lessened enough, they saw the alien girl pressing the Prince back with her onslaught of abilities and power. She was ducking and dodging almost all of his attacks. Pan bent back as she out-maneuvered his fist and then brought her leg up to kick him across the face. Then, as that foot landed, she brought up the other in a wide arc and connected with his being again. While she lacked his brute force, her agility was abominably quick and she connected her hits more often. A murmur went up in the group that watched in fascination. They knew well the power of the Prince. They had seen him in training drills taking out man after man with ease. That this girl was even on her feet at all was impressive, but what else could be expected from a descendant of Bardock? It wasn't just Prince Trunks and Goten that held the sole rights to this indescribable power. The tiny female fighter was showing that, in truth, at this very moment. There was not a man among them that was not growing a deep envy of their prince at such a prize.

Bardock leaned back and watched her fighting style. It was an impressive and interesting strategy. He could use some of those moves in his own troops. Not all fighters were created the same and these tactics were ingenious. Trunks' hand latched on to her arm and flipped her over. Pan's reaction was to just follow though and slide under him, going full circle and coming to her feet behind him. Trunks looked shocked, as he stood there motionless for a moment. This was a completely unexpected chain of events; her small size had made it possible for her to slip between his legs. He kicked out as he spun, and clipped her shoulder. Pan sprang back and flipped, gaining some distance before she rose cupping her arm.

"That hurt." She laughed at him through labored breaths. "At least now I know you're playing seriously with me this time."

Trunks lifted his hand, and a ki blast ripped through the air. Pan had barely enough time to dive out of the way before the explosion shook the ground. She blinked at the charred indention in the stony wall, and then raised horrified eyes to Trunks. He growled low in his throat, and tossed another ki blast at her. "Who's playing?" Trunks watched her run around the blast and come at him. He reached out and grabbed the neck of her armor and vaulted her over him.

Pan landed on her back with a sickening thud on the ground. Pan's back hit the ground with a sickening thud; she arched, and rolled slowly to her feet. Pan shook her head, trying to dispel the triple image before her. She felt her knees wobble, and threaten to buckle under her. Angrily, she clenched her fist and lifted her chin facing him.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Trunks came next to her in a slow casual gait as if nothing was happening, "Did that hurt too?"

Pan tried to regain her breath as he hauled her off her feet. He wrapped his hand around her raven hair and kissed her deeply, in front of the shocked warriors. Silence reigned for a long moment before the hoots and jeers made their way to her ears. Embarrassment burned over her fair skin and spurred Pan to lift her knee with grim determination, but Trunks was ready for that particular attack, and blocked it easily. "You will not catch me with that trick again love." He pulled back and whispered, hot in her ear. Trunks locked his arms around her, holding her close.

Pan arched her head away to glare at him. "No?" She arched a brow at him as his hand moved down her back to cup her toned flank. "Well, what about this one." She planted her fist in his stomach and let her own ki blast fly.

Trunks was knocked back from her, and Pan dropped to the ground. Trunks recovered, and was the first to slowly rise back up to his feet. Pan pulled herself back to her knees, but could go not higher. She was completely exhausted once again. Her palms pushed against the ground, and she awaited his next move. There was no power left in her to even lift her head. She looked at his shadow as it loomed over her. "Admit your defeat." He said in a ragged tone. Pan narrowed her eyes as she resumed her struggle to rise. He would have to ask that of her. She shook her head, still refusing to concede to him.

Trunks sighed with exasperation, reaching down to wrap one arm under her shoulders and the other under her legs. "The match is over." He stood and looked out at the warriors watching with their Prince with amusement and humor etched on their faces. "Now you see why I have chosen this woman." The men cheered him and Pan turned her face into his chest silently.

Bardock approached the pair and looked down at his great granddaughter, assessing her injuries. "She is gifted, Prince." Bardock turned his attention to Trunks. "I know this defeat will not be easy for her to handle." Bardock meant to leave the warning unspoken, but it spilled from him as he added simply, "She is my blood."

Trunks clenched his teeth. After all he had been through with the woman already, Now Bardock was reminding him of the simple facts. If the hero of Vegeta decided to intervene all his work could be for naught. King Vegeta had great respect and faith in this man. If Bardock decided to take Pan under his wing, Trunks could soon find the girl unreachable despite his princely status. "You challenge me?" Bardock would regret that action if he chose to take it.

Bardock shook his head "It is an honor to me that you would choose her, over any of the others." The tone was quiet and still full of foreboding. "Yet, she is my blood. I would not like seeing her abused," Dark eyes clashed with Trunks blue ones. "In any way."

"Point taken." Trunks could accept the man's position. No one wished their family harm.

"I will leave you to her then." Bardock touched Pan's cheek. The girl turned her head and lifted her eyes to her great grand father's. "I was never able to touch your grandfather or hold your father during his childhood. It pleases me to know, through you, that they are doing well." Pan forced a weak smile at him. Then Trunks turned, and carried her swiftly away.

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Goten entered the room without knocking. It only took a quick glance around before he saw her. Bra was sitting by herself, looking over some material samples. She didn't look up at him as she flipped to the next page. "You're back soon." Her voice was icy. She was obviously not happy that he had departed for Earth so suddenly, and without a goodbye.

"The Prince decided to return early." He moved to stand over her. Goten looked down at the blue angel trying with every fiber of her being to express her agitation. She placed her hands on the book for a moment, prior to looking up at him. The first thing she noticed was the different look in his eyes as he loomed over her. There was a danger there she had never noticed before. She wanted to get up and move away from him, but pride demanded that she remain still. "What?"

She no sooner got the words out, he hauled her up against him. Goten didn't wait for her permission before he drove his hands into her hair and kissed her with years worth of pent up passion. He let his hands have free range, to touch that which he had once thought forbidden.

Bra's eyes widened in shock, all the time she had spent trying to elicit this reaction from him had met with failure after failure. Now out of the blue, with no warning, he was acting out her greatest fantasy. She smiled against his lips and leaned up to increase their rapturous contact. He allowed his fingers to play over her body and she sighed with tiny shivers of delight. They touched each other with all the force of their long denied love. Bra was willing to toss everything away now that Goten had finally come to her, as she always desired. Still it would be nice to know what had caused this change in him, broken that iron like wall of restraint, and gifted her with his touch. "What has happened." She whispered against his lips. "Tell me."

"Your father has given me the right to court you." Goten wrapped his arms around her and let them settle into the small of her back, his fingers pressing her against his growing arousal. "Do you realize what this means, Princess"

Bra felt her jaw drop, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "It means I finally get you right where I want you." She had known it was risky going to her father about Goten. It could have turned out very badly, but she didn't care. She wanted the man with her enough to risk his life. That might seem selfish to others, but to Bra it was how she had chosen to live her life. She had waited too long, and worked too hard to let her Goten slip from her fingertips.

Goten brushed his hard body against her. "Really? And where do you want me?" Goten felt a rush of adrenaline. He knew her answer well. The only surprises in this room were for her alone. She had seen his control, but never the lack of it. Now she would learn what all her years of teasing and torturing had wrought her.

Bra reached up and touched his cheek. "What I really want is you in my bed. To share in this love I have always felt for you." She drew her hand down to his chest. Slowly she moved her hand under his armor to touch his chest right over his pounding heart. She heard his quick intake of breath and then felt him lift her. "What? What are you doing?" Bra felt like a feather in his arms.

"Princess you have taunted me for as long as I can remember." His face was dark almost sadistic. "Now I am free to make the choice I always wanted, your co-operation is no longer needed." He lay her down on the bed, and Bra could scarcely believe those words were coming from her Goten. The paragon of self control was disappearing from her world and was being replaced by the true man he was underneath. "You had better not have been teasing me all these years." Goten moved so that he lay over her, and let his hand drift up over her hip to her stomach before making its way to hover over her heart. "I have full intentions of bonding with you on this night Princess. I have been given the right to do so, by your father, I am going to claim that right. From this moment on, you are my life mate."

Bra stared at the honesty in his eyes and trembled with the power of his words. Kicking her feet she screamed out with sheer joy. All her dreams had just come true.

Goten settled her outburst with a rough kiss. Bra moaned and leaned into her lover. Her hands rose up and grasped at the straps on his armor. Their tongues dueled in a fiery passion. Goten was amazed at her skill as she drifted one hand down the juncture of his thighs and cupped his arousal in a firm massaging hold. He buried his head deep into the curve of her neck purring with pleasure. His Princess' sweet sent was all encompassing around him, and he basked in the warmth of her embrace. Pulling her shimmering gown off her shoulders, he let his teeth nip lightly at the flesh he found there, before his tongue lapped over it drawing in the taste of her.

Bra gloried in his deep purring as she played her hand over his erection. She looked up through half silted eyes and smirked evilly at his complete loss of control. She was enjoying the low thrust of his hips into her masterful grip. Goten was pulling her gown from her body, inch by slow deliberate inch. His mouth was working its way lower along the satiny skin until his lips connected to the dusty rose nipple. Bra arched back letting go of his manhood. Goten latched on to the prize she offered and twirled his tongue around it, until she screamed out in a loud panting cry.

He grinned at the sound and drew the gown further down over her hips. Bra kicked the fluffy material away freeing her legs to rise up and lock around him. "My darling Goten, we have already waited so long."

He nodded and pulled away and pulled the armor up over his head with the help of her gentle hands. Then Bra took hold of his shirt and urged him to rid himself of it as quickly as possible. Item by item they undressed each other. Their hands stroking and touching each other as they desired, until they knelt naked before each other. Goten leaned back and studied the precious gem before him. Bra pulled the pins from her hair and let the waves of blue float down around her for a mere moment, before she drew them back to display her natural beauty to him.

Goten sat stunned for a moment. Raising one hand up to cup her cheek. He wanted this moment to last a lifetime. The woman he had loved so long stared at him with large glossy blue eyes. He felt the heat of her skin under his hand for a mere moment before she rose up swiftly, locking her arms around him. Bra demanded his kiss as she assaulted his senses bearing him back into the downy softness of the bed.

"Bra, precious." He murmured looking up at her face, encased in her long tresses. "We have to move slowly, I don't want to hurt you, love."

She gave him a confused look and straddled his rigid form. Slowly she slipped down over him taking him in his entirety.

Goten's eyes flew open stared up at her a dark looking over coming his feature. "What the hell is this!?" He shoved her off of him, as if she had scalded him with her contact..

Bra was not expecting her spell over him to be broken so thoroughly. She teetered to the side, and landed in a heap on the floor. She moaned as she sat up, rubbing her arm. "Goten?" She looked up confused as he loomed over her, looking darkly furious.

"Explain yourself and do it quickly." He demanded loudly, shaking with rage.

Bra blinked several times. `What are you talking bout?"

"Your virginal barrier! You think I would not miss such a thing?" Goten snarled, pulling her up and shaking her so hard that her head snapped back and forth. "Who was it? Did he rape you? Did he blackmail you?" He shouted all the things that ran through his mind.

Bra gasped and wrenched back, glaring at him. "Are you crazy? You think I would wait for you?" she turned and snatched up her gown holding it to her chest. "Don't tell me you're completely pure, my lord!"

"That's different! I am a warrior." Goten growled

"And I am the most desirable female on this planet!" She shouted back. Bra could not believe his audacity. How dare he, who was infamous for his womanizing, scold her? "I told you before that if you would not have me there were plenty of others willing to take your place."

Goten froze. "Just how many were there?" He felt the cold harshness of reality bearing down on him. The simple fact that he had held himself from her, only to allow others to take his place, was maddening. He flinched as she narrowed her eyes on him and turned her back. He ran a hand through his hair before retrieving his pants. Then, donning them as quickly as he could, left the room slamming the door so hard behind him, that a vase slipped off its pedestal and smashed to the floor.