Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Deception ( Chapter 10 )

Price of Power

By AMCM74

Chapter 10 - Deception

Goten turned his back on the two women by the door, pulled up his pants and slid one thick leg into them. "Bra, this is Marron." He growled, not looking up. The dark eyes were pinned to his hands as they fastened his pants around his lean hips. "I met her on Earth."

Bra stepped around the bed, her eyes firmly locking on the ravishing creature. She came to Goten's side, sliding her arms around his waist in a possessive embrace. "You met her on earth, but Goten, what is she doing here?" Bra steeled herself for his answer for it was perfectly obvious why the blonde woman was here.

Marron snorted and blew her hair off her eyes. She was feeling highly agitated at what she was forced to witness. Tapping her foot with impatience, the blue eyes looked to Bulma, "Can I leave yet?"

Bulma shook her head, not looking at the girl. Pointing to Goten she commanded in a clear voice. "I want Goten to straighten this out, now."

Goten looked up, and met Bulma's gaze head on. They stood there, clashing wills, for a long while before Goten supplied, "The girl hitched a ride half dressed in my pod." Then with an arrogance that was truly fitting of a Saiyan warrior he snapped. " What do you think I am some sort of saint?"

Bulma could not believe that these words came from Goku's son. There was a long silence as Bulma pondered where she had gone wrong in raising this boy. "I thought you loved my daughter." Bulma matched his tone, there was no way she was going to let him see the true depth of her disappointment.

"I do, but I thought I could never have her." Goten argued back.

Bra moved back from him, sitting on the bed, her hands in her lap, and taking all of the scene before her in. So this woman was what had lent Goten the control he'd had earlier. If not for this woman Goten would have been unable to stop himself, and they would have been truly and fully bonded now, despite his objections to her unvirginal state.

Marron groaned, crossing her arms over her waist. She was really not liking being pulled into the middle of this family squabble. She looked to the stunned Princess pouting on the bed, with thoughtful eyes. Guilt seeped into Marron as she realized what was going on here. Goten was obviously the object of the other woman's affections, and now Bra knew what had transpired between Goten and her in the pod. This was just peachy! She could care less who was with who, as long as she was heading back to Earth with Pan in the end. Marron moved her eyes from Bra, to notice Goten staring at her with promised retaliation in those dark orbs. Marron snapped back to reality and baited him with a quick shot of the truth. "Looks like you were 'having' her just fine, to me."

Goten pointed at Marron. It was not to far off in the back of his mind that he had brought her here, and by Saiyan law she was his property. "You shut up."

Marron growled and turned her back to him. The long, flowing blonde hair bounced and streamed over her back as she moved. "You just try and make me."

Goten took two menacing steps toward Marron, before Bra was against his chest pushing him back with wide hands. "Goten, NO!" She looked up at her long time love with worried eyes, her nails digging into his taut skin.

Bulma looked in shock at Marron "Are you insane?" she hissed so only Marron could hear. "You don't seem to understand the position you have found yourself in here." Bulma turned her back to Goten and Bra to add. "By Saiyan law you belong to him. He brought you here to Vegeta, very few aliens species are allowed to come here. Goten is responsible for you, and due to his station, you have very little say in what he does with you."

Marron huffed as she watched Goten put his arm around Bra. The expression on his face eased as he rubbed her arms soothingly. He looked up at Bulma, "I have just received permission from the King to court Bra. I have decided she is going to be my life mate."

Bulma seemed to accept this, but Marron spoke up again "And you call me insane, but you actually believe that trash?" Marron sighed, and pinned her eyes on Bra "Trust me, that man has been around the block more than a few times." She ignored the death glare that Goten was laying on her. "The best way to make sure he stays faithful is to tie him to that bed there."

Goten shot back without thinking, raking her Saiyan armor clad body with his eyes. "You would like that wouldn't you?"

"Goten!" Bra shouted and looked up at him. Bra was raging in her head, but that was not the way to keep her man's attention focused on her. She lowered her eyes demurely and let the force of her jealously send shivers throughout her body. Goten, sensing the fragile trembling form in his arms, sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I think I need some more time to think, Goten. Please leave my chambers." She whispered the words softly, her lips skimming across the sensitive flesh over his heart.

"Bra." Goten let go of her, and moved his fingers under her chin. Slowly he tilted her face up before looking down at her stormy eyes. "Don't do this to me."

Bra was unsure how long she could continue to play her part, as she motioned him to the door. "You are dismissed." She stepped back, lowering her eyes and turning her head away, so that the luscious waves of blue shielded him from his gaze. "I will send someone for you later."

Goten clenched his fist and turned to thunder past Bulma. He stopped next to Marron, not bothering to look at her. The heat radiating off his body seeped into her clothing, telling her all she needed to know, and she trembled. When he finally caught her alone, it was not going to be a very pretty sight. He moved ahead and the door shut, almost too softly, behind him.

Bulma wasted not a moment before rushing over and wrapping Bra in her comforting embrace. "Are you alright, my baby?" Bulma leaned back, studying her daughter - awaiting any emotion from the little princess. Bulma flinched at the vacant look in her daughter's eyes, and then turned her attention to Marron. She was not sure that having the girl in the room with them was a good idea or not. Bra had been raised very differently than Earth women. Men having numerous and scandalous affairs was rampant in this male dominated society. It had taken Bulma quite an amount of time to etch out a life style she felt comfortable with. Abolishing all of Vegeta's other women had been only one small step in that. Bra, on the other hand, knew Goten was less than virtuous, as well as the Prince Trunks. There really was nothing left to do but wait and see how the younger image of herself reacted to this new threat.

Bra shocked them both by laughing weakly, "Of course I am fine, mother. Do you think he is some sort of saint?" She tried to force down the bitterness twisting at her, as she sighed with distant eyes, "I know of his past." Peeking through her hair she watched her rival, and added "But, I also know he loves me as well, in that respect I have nothing to fear."

"Poor you." Marron muttered from her place by the door. She really didn't know how it had happened that she was involved in this mess. The last thing she wanted was to be engaged in a battle over that rude creatures heart. If this girl wanted Goten, she was more than welcome to the over bearing ass. Marron was becoming increasingly anxious to leave this planet for Earth.

Bra walked over to Marron, and the women assessed each other for a long moment. She wondered just how firmly this other woman had established herself in Goten's thoughts. It was clear when Marron had entered the room that his entire being had switched focus onto her. Bra had not been forgotten by the dark warrior, but cast aside much the same.

"I love him." Bra declared, shrewd eyes nailing Marron in cool resolve. "Do you?"

Marron shook her head adamantly. "No." Why had the Princess gone right for that question? She had just met Goten, despite the rapturous history they now shared. Marron swallowed hard. Now was not the time to be thinking about Goten's action in the pod. The firm grip of his hands and the sheen of sweat that gathered along his brow as they… Damn Kami all to hell! Marron flinched under the unwavering blue eyes. It was like this girl was reading into her soul and pulling out the images that Marron was still denying. "What happened between us was simply situational." Marron choked out in a rush. "He is by far too dark and evil for me." Marron composed herself, looking right into the other girl's eyes. "I was raised with more respect than he could ever have for me." The simple fact he viewed her as nothing more than a sexual plaything that could be bought and sold was proof enough of that. The next words Marron spoke were completely true, and the one reason she could never see her self as the woman in the steely warriors embrace. "I could never live with that."

Bra smiled with relief. So the girl was not going to try and waylay Goten. "I am relieved to hear that." The Princess lifted one delicate hand to her own hair thoughtfully. "Now you must help me teach him a lesson."

Marron blinked with astonishment. Whatever she had expected from the lovely blue haired woman it had not been this. "You don't hate me?"

Bra laughed again, a warm happy sound. "Of course not. If I hated everyone who has slept with him, half this planet's female population would have to die." Bra had heard about that man's exploits. Once she had decided that Goten was whom she wanted, it had not been hard finding out what his actions were while on the planet. "Sweet Vegeta, I never even thought about those in space!" Bra turned from Marron so that the woman could not see her features. "At least, until now." Bra tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh well, after we have bonded he will be incapable of that kind of deceit. I will know all his actions."

"Bonded?" Marron was confused. The term had never been used around her. She had known Goku and Gohan for a long time, and yet their relationships seemed just as normal as everyone else's around her. `What are you talking about?"

"Yes, it is when a Saiyan marks another as their life mate. They are bonded to each other mentally by this, some times even can physically feel each others pain." Bra replied, "It's impossible for one partner to do anything with out the other knowing about it." The blue hair swung with each move of the Princess' body as she moved across the room. "I sometimes think that that is why we purge planets on such a large scale. It takes an extreme amount of distance to dull or nullify these effects."

"I would not know, your father had never left me leave the palace." Bulma spoke up from her place in the center of the large room drawing both of the younger women's attention "It is like the wedding and the wedding night all in one act."

Bulma ignored her own daughters bewildered expression "Wedding?" Bra looked to Marron and it was clear that the other woman had full comprehension of the word. It seemed there was a lot that Bra had not learned about her mother's home world. To be honest, life on Planet Vegeta was all Bra had cared to learn about. The chances of her ever seeing another were slim. King Vegeta kept his mate and daughter close to him at all times. She was sure that, if he could get away with it, Trunks and Goten would remain closer as well.

Marron had other things on her mind as she gasped at Bulma "What about the other party? Are they affected during this… bonding?"

Bulma reached up, and gently removed her hair from her neck to reveal the marks she had carried for such a long time. "Do you think I would not have returned home with out such a reason?" Bulma sighed. "Vegeta figured out in time that the ways of Earth were far different than here. When he refused to give up his breeders for me I made his life a living hell with every escape plan possible. It soon became clear that Bonding was the only way he was going to keep me here. I was pretty dissonant about his methods and the other women were abhorrent to me. It did not take him long before my sadness and depression seeped into him through our bond." Bulma was lost in a far away look. "I am bonded to Vegeta and I can never leave him, without causing great pain to him and myself as well."

Bra stared at her mother with huge eyes. Never before had she spoken of how she came to be here, with Vegeta. Aliens were frowned upon here, on the home world. Bra had assumed her father had fallen madly in love with her mother and wowed and courted her until she was overcome enough to leave her world for him. It had never occurred to her that her deeply in love parents had started out at odds.

Marron had other things on her mind, as she clenched her fists in realization. "Oh Sweet Kami." Marron turned on her heel, the blonde hair flying around behind her as she rushed to leave the room, Bulma and Bra behind her. "I have to warn Pan!"

Bulma saw her daughters lost expression and remained where she was. Bra moved away, taking steps after Marron, seizing her arm. "Pan?"

"She is Goten's niece. Vegeta has given her to Trunks." Bulma sat down on her daughter's bed and rubbed her temples. "Pan is to give him heirs for Vegeta." Bulma looked up into Marron's horrified eyes as she spoke to her. "There is nothing you can do, Marron. Pan is lost to Earth as much as I was." Bulma didn't want to upset the girl, but Trunks had to come first. He wanted the raven haired Demi, and on Planet Vegeta, its Prince's will was law. "I can see it in my child's eyes, Marron, he has found his bond mate. He will never let her go."

Marron narrowed her eyes "Pan, will not share in your fate. She is my very best friend. I will not let this happen to her."

Bra clapped happily. No wonder Goten had bee enchanted by this woman! "Oh you are so brave! Taking on my brother and Goten." Bra giggled behind her hand. "You are going to have to give me lessons."

Marron glared at the Princess. The deep blue eyes narrowed to slits and she hissed, "This is not at all funny. My friends future is at stake here." Marron resisted the urge to slap the other woman.

Bra snorted back, undeterred by the nasty set down. "Oh yes it is, an alien woman taking on the strongest of Vegeta's warriors. Such a thing is unheard of, and I for one want to be there." Bra turned and placed a hand on her mothers shoulder "She is right. No one should have to suffer the fate inflicted on you mother." Bra thought of Goten as she added. "A woman should bond only for love." Bra swept around to pin her eyes on Marron. "Agreed?"

Bulma sighed and Bra and Marron fixed their resolve on her. Her daughter's eyes bore down on her soul. She did love Vegeta now, but not before. What if Pan never came to love Trunks as Bulma did Vegeta? Bulma would be just as guilty as King Vegeta in this if she did nothing. The hard part was going against her mate. Sure, Bulma could block him for a while, but in the end he would know, with full force, the true extent of her treason against his plan.

"Agreed!"

There was no going back now.

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Unaware of the rest of the world around them, Trunks held Pan's arms over her head, as he ravaged her neck, his lips suckling with fierce resolve on the tender flesh. The desire to mark her was strong, as she moaned his name under him. He refrained. Doing that now would only cause more problems between them. Beside it would do him no good for the girl to have access to his mind. There were many things that she was going to have to become accustomed to slowly. He knew from his father that taming his mother, Bulma, had proven no easy task. Vegeta had warned his son of using a Bonding against a woman. No mater how much you desire her. Pan would twist him to her every whim, if he were foolish enough to Bond to her. He looked down at his prize. She was exquisite in her passion. He moved against her and looked into her eyes as he invaded her body for the second time.

This time she did not scream out in pain. The sound that was wrought from her was pure delight. It tickled his senses, sending a tremor of lust wracking over his skin.

This time he was more in control of his raging desires. He moved with expert skill bringing more cries from her lips, his eyes pinched shut as she clasped him deep within her. She was gasping and pleading under him, the strong legs locked around his waist, dragging him deeper with each steady plunge. Trunks gave a little smirk and forced her over the edge. His eyes devouring her every reaction of her face as she gloried in what he had just given over to her.

"Sweet Dende, " Pan opened her eyes to look up at him. They were sultry and dark. The satin skin was drenched in their mingled sweat.

"You liked that." He cupped her hips and lifted her closer to him. Pan could do little more then stare. They lay there in the intimate embrace as she regained control of her breathing.

"I didn't know it would be like this." She stammered. "I mean, I had heard, but ohh…" She ran her hands though his hair as she arched her back lifting against him, the raven hair falling back from her face, unconsciously baring the slender white column of her throat to him. "Just do it again."

Trunks felt his arousal jump deep within her silken confines at the sight of her. Clenching his teeth, trying to mange his desires. He rolled over pulling her on top of him. "Again? Aren't you tired yet?"

"You can get tired?" Pan pushed up and spread her hands on his chest, the movement fully impaling her on his engorged shaft.

"Let's find out." Trunks growled as he bucked his hips against her.

She whimpered in sheer delight, when his hands reached up to massage her erect nipples, their joined bodies slowly rocking together.

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Pan lay on her stomach, kicking her feet lazily back and forth. " Do you really have to go?" She smiled up at him with a dreamy expression.

Trunks pulled his armor over his head and look down at her. "Actually yes, my father will be waiting for me." He leaned over and placed both hands on the bed and kissed her mouth. Slowly letting his lips claim hers. He purred as she responded to him tilting her head up allowing him greater access to her. He pulled back slowly. She was pleasing him greatly. "Is there anything you want while I am gone?" He reached out one hand to brush a few strands of her hair back behind her ear. "I can send some one to get it for you."

Pan nodded "I am starving. So I need some food." Then she tugged at the sheet that hugged her naked form. "I need some clothes too."

Trunks frowned. Once dressed, she would more than likely begin giving him trouble again. "Personally I like you in the blanket."

"Oh well then, I guess who ever comes in here to serve me can just see me in it as well." Pan shrugged and rolled over on her back, stretching like a kitten, the dark eyes looking to the window and the rising sun.

Trunks hadn't thought about the possibility of some one seeing her like this. He let his eyes rove over her. He imagined what others would think, seeing her wrapped in only that thin, almost transparent blanket. It also dipped at the most tantalizing of times. Revealing to the viewer teasing glimpses of her flesh. "You are right. I will have some other woman come up here with clothes for you."

"I also want to see Marron." Pan sat up and braced her self for the argument. She knew this would be the one thing he would not want to give her. Marron was a reminder of Earth. Pan's ultimate goal was still to return, although it would be much harder to think up an escape plan without Marron easily at hand. As she debated on this, he answered. "What?" She blinked. She just knew she had heard him wrong.

"Fine. She will be sent to you as soon as I can arrange it." Trunks was clipping on his cape at his shoulder not even looking over her.

Pan's jaw dropped. This was the last thing she was expecting "Are you serious?"

Trunks fastened the clasp and tossed the cape back over his shoulder. "Of course." He moved bedazzling blue eyes to her. "Why shouldn't I send her to you?"

Pan opened her mouth, a thousand reasons on the tip of her tongue. He had almost had her there. She was ready to list for him the reason Marron and she should remain apart. HA! That was not going to happen. "No reason." Pan turned her attention away from his muscular form. Closing her eyes she could still feel those large hands on every inch of her skin. "I just thought you would try to keep her away from me. That is all."

Trunks turned to study him self in the mirror. "I will deny you nothing that is within my power to give you, Pan."

Her head shot up a glimmer of hope in her heart. "Nothing?" she gasped "What about returning me to Earth, will you return me there?"

Trunks froze. "That I can not grant you. My father has decreed you shall stay here." To himself, he added, even if it were in my power I would never let her go. I was determined from the first time I saw her to claim her. Now I am totally obsessed. I can't lose her. "I will ask about Marron today, and see what Goten has planned for her. If she has no task I will request my father that she be given to you, as Goten was given to me."

Pan choked "You can't do that!" The thought of Marron being forced to be a slave to a sex slave was unthinkable, even if the sex slave was Pan.

"Of course I can, I am the Prince of Saiyans, and my word is law." Trunks looked surprised at her claim. It was clear that he could not understand what her objection was.

"Marron is not a Saiyan!" Pan reminded him "I am not a Saiyan." She stressed, "We are from Earth, I don't think you need to be reminded of that already."

Trunks turned to study her for a moment, then moved across the room and knelt down in front of her. "This is going to be hard for you. I understand that." He touched her tail that was tightly wrapped around her waist. Pan shuddered trying to refrain from launching herself at him. That damn tail was still so sensitive. One gentle touch of his hand had her body aching for his "But you do have Saiyan blood, just as I do. You will adjust and come to accept your life here with me."

Pan's eyes glittered darkly as she refused to answer him He leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I have to go now, but I promise you, I will grant your three wishes."

"Wishes?" Pan looked at him, this man completely confused her at times.

"You forget my mother is from Earth." Trunks chuckled. "I have heard some of your fairy tales, like Aladdin and the magic lamp. So you get your three wishes. Food, Clothes, and Marron." Trunks rose and walked to the door. "I do not know how long I will be gone, but I suggest you get some rest for when I get back."

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Goten sat at the main table with his feet propped up on it, an annoyed expression fixed on his face. Damn that worthless little blonde whore. If she had just stayed out of his pod he could have been bonded to Bra right now. He wondered what Bra was thinking. She had known he was not innocent, this should not have affected her so much. Most Saiyans still had other women. It only made sense that a warrior race produced as many children as they could, to replace the men lost in battle. Still he couldn't help but kick himself. He did, in a way deserve what happened he guessed. After all you could only get away with so much in one lifetime, and Goten had gotten away with far more then his fair share already. But then with King Vegeta, Trunks, and the entire Saiyan army behind him, who dared to call him to task for his actions?

He smiled. There was one glowing truth that had come from this. Bra was probably tearing into Marron at that very moment. After all that was just the way women were. He allowed himself to bask in the image of the two voluptuous women locked in combat over him, then Bulma, Queen of Saiyans, between them calling the guards for help. The smile deepened. He would have to coerce some of the details from the guard's lucky enough witness the event.

The sound of laughter ringing through the hall brought him to his feet, in a startled motion. He watched in stunned horror as Bra and Marron walked past the door, not looking around to notice him. They were chatting like old friends and then disappeared from his sight. He felt his stomach clench with a sickening feeling, completely unaware of his hanging jaw… What were they up to? Well one thing was certain. Hell had frozen over, and he was going to watch his back. One woman was trouble; but two could be downright dangerous. Maybe it was time to seek out some good advice in the form of Bardock. His grandfather always knew what was best. It was uncanny, his knowledge.

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On the other side of the Palace, Vegeta looked over at his son. "How did things go for you last night?"

Trunks gave a smirk of satisfaction that did his father proud. "As if you do not already know."

Vegeta laughed and leaned back "I heard rumors that the girl was seen in the training area." He nodded to his attendants to leave. He watched them disperse and sat down. Looking up at his son he asked, " I heard you sparred with her and won. I also heard that you carried her off to your room and have been locked in there ever since." Vegeta studied his son's reaction. "Are the tales they carry true? Did she submit to you?"

"Yes, she did." Trunks really did not like this part of his princely duty. Informing his father on the status of his reproduction was downright humiliating. Trunks watched his father's eyes gleaming. "This pleases you."

"Grandchildren would please me more, but this is a start." Vegeta noticed the flash of movement in the room. He was pleased at first, to see his daughter. Then he noticed the blonde girl at her side, dressed in Saiyan armor. "Who is that with your sister, Trunks?"

Trunks turned to glance at the pair and his face fell "That, father, is nothing but trouble."

Bra made her way toward her father at a lithe gait. She was well aware of the looks that Marron was drawing around her. It seemed the Saiyans had an affinity for Earth women. Marron remained impervious to it, lost in thought. Bra knelt in front of King Vegeta. Marron failed to react accordingly to being in the presence of the Saiyan ruler so she reached up and pulled Marron down with her. Bra kept her eyes averted from Vegeta as she supplied simply. "Father, I present to you the only child of Krillin, one of Earth's strongest defenders." Bra knew that her father admired power in any form. Informing him of Marron's bloodline only served to boost Vegeta's favor to their appeal. "Her name is Marron, she is in close association with Prince's Trunks new woman." Bra steeled herself as she looked up at her father's adoring eyes. "We have a request for you, father."

Trunks felt his brow narrow. What would Bra want with Goten's captive? He played the scenario out in his head and fixed his eyes on Marron. It was possible that she had filled his sister full of lies, but Bra was a master of the deceptive arts herself, so that was highly unlikely. Trunks could feel the pressure of his father's action on him and turned. "I, too, have a request for this girl. In fact I made a promise to Pan, that regarded this girl." Trunks looked back at Marron's worried eyes.

"Already making promises to the woman." Vegeta shook his head sadly before quirking up an eye at his son. "She must have pleased you in return." Vegeta laughed as Trunks squirmed before him in discomfort.

Marron growled out. "Pervert." Bra elbowed her, but it made little difference. If they had been on Earth, Marron would happily blacked Trunks' eye for carrying tales about Pan. The golden hair drifted over one eye as she lowered her head, so that no one could see the intensity burning there.

"Did you say some thing, Marron of Earth." Vegeta looked impassive, even though he had heard the girl perfectly. The fiery resolve in her was pleasing to Saiyan standards. Vegeta would have punished a pure Saiyan for such a comment. An alien should be killed immediately, she was a female Earthling, and she had found her way to Planet Vegeta, some allowances had to be made.

"I said it's `Perfect'." Marron lied and it felt like she was choking on razor blades.

Vegeta nodded to Trunks. "Alright, each of you present your requests for this girl so I may consider them."

Trunks glared darkly at Bra and Bra glared back. Only one of them could have their way. This did not happen often. Trunks rarely if ever had interest in anything his sister did. Competition in the King's favor was almost nonexistent. So it was down to this, who was in higher favor this week?