Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Earth ( Chapter 15 )

Price of Power

Second Half

By AMCM74

Chapter 15 - Earth

Could it have been an entire year since she was on planet Vegeta? Pan mused as she stared up at the clouds dancing by on a background of bright blue sky. Marron was right, Pan sighed and leaned back. It has been a full year. She looked over at her life long friend; in the dazzling blue eyes there was the same expression as her own. If anything Marron and Pan were closer than ever. After all not many people could say that aliens had abducted them, or that they had lived on another planet for two months.

"The time on Vegeta seems like a dream now." Pan sighed. She wrapped her arms behind her head and stretched.

Marron let out a little laugh that had nothing to do with humor. "Or a nightmare." She reached down and steadied her son as he teetered in his sitting position; at four months Garron was another Goku want to be. He was also the light of Goku, Chi Chi, and Krillin's world. That was when Marron's mother stopped doting on him. Not that the news that Marron was pregnant made it any easier on anyone at first. Just informing everyone, who the father was, had left stunned shock.

Marron and Pan had remained united in that time. Pan admitted to everyone she was no longer a virgin either. Which drew plenty of pressure off from Marron's predicament. Gohan had her dragged down to the hospital for a complete physical not long after that. It was to his great relief she was not pregnant. He had held Pan in his arms as she sobbed, what he thought were tears of joy. How could she tell him that this left little hopes of ever reconnecting with the man she had learned to love? There had been plenty talk about rape. Which at the time Marron had felt it better to let our parents all live in uninformed bliss on the full details of just what had transpired on Vegeta-sei.

"Telling them that we jumped into the sack with their worst enemy isn't going to win us any brownie points." Marron snapped at Pan as soon as they had landed. "I don't know about you, but I could stand without being lectured on the subject."

Pan knew she should never have listened to those pearls of wisdom. The mourning for Trunks was merely taken as devastation over the imaginary rape that she refused to talk about. Pan would be found silently stroking the necklace with a distant look in her eyes. Soon her parent where pushing Pan into going to a support group. That was where she had drawn the line.

It was only three months after the return the dreams had struck her. It seemed almost like some delayed reaction. There was no one she could talk to about them with either. Pan dreamed of Trunks almost every night since. Could feel him as if he was actually in the room next her. Damn those burning dreams that left her unsatiated and full of emotional hunger. There were deep, soul claiming kisses, steely arms around her, and his lip on the tender hollow of her neck. She always awoke confused and lost, reaching out for him in the darkness. Still trying to draw him back, even as his body evaporated in the cold reality of her world.

When Pan finally broke down and told Marron, the other woman had flipped. She had first been afraid that Goten and Trunks had come after them. Then she checked my neck again. That entire bonding thing was back in Marron's pregnant head. Pregnant Marron… Pan shuddered. Now that had not been a pleasant experience. She was normally quite bitchy. During her last trimester she turned to straight up demon. Goten should have been there to deal with her, but no. So Marron naturally had elected Pan for the job. Pan's eye brows snapped together as she vowed if Marron were to ever have another child, she could find some one else to torture.

"What were you just thinking about?" Marron looked over and laughed at the expression on Pan's face "You look like you just bit into bad egg salad."

"Bad egg salad is preferable to what I was thinking about." Pan shook her head refusing to speak about it. Although Marron would find it amusing to know Pan had suffered during that time as well. Carrying a Saiyan, from a non-saiyan viewpoint could be extremely trying.

Marron slipped Pan a sly grin and looked to her watch, "Ooh a mystery. Well, I can drill it out of you later. I have to get Garron over to his grandmother Chi Chi. Isn't that right, Bug! Say good bye to cousin Panny."

Pan glared up at Marron. She just had to rub that point in at ever occasion. "Do you know how odd it is to have only one cousin, and he is over twenty years younger than you?"

Marron picked up the diaper bag. She ignored the question and glanced around "You will be fine up here?"

Pan waved her off. "I can handle it. Besides, I think I need some alone time." Pan leaned back on her blanket and crossed her arms under her head again. It was warm and the sun felt nice on her skin. As she lay there basking in the glory of the Earth she drifted off into her dreams.

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His kiss was on her lips again, and she fairly purred in anticipation. Those lips were so soft and hot, and the way they promised so much more was ever enticing to her senses. My Trunks, I miss you so. She breathed deep and relaxed as the scent of him engulfed her. She was still unwilling to open her eyes, in fear her fragile dream would break. "Trunks." She whispered and arched her back so that her breasts pressed into the hand that was brushing over them. She could feel him leaning over her, and let his hands trail over her body. Pan shuddered in pleasure. "I have missed you so much."

"I know, my love. I have missed you as well" He brushed her hair back from her face as her eyes opened. She was shocked at just how her mind had pictured him. His long hair was now cut in a trendy Earth style. Stunned, her hand roved slowly over him and she felt the cottony fabric of his shirt and the course denim that encased his legs. She let her hands grasp his hips and pulled him close. It was so real.

Pan smiled up at him with sleepy eyes "I wish you were really here."

He laughed a little and held her close. The blue eyes darkened as they always did when he had something naughty in mind. "What would you have me do?" He gave a little grin "If I were here."

"You shouldn't have to ask." She kissed him then. It was unlike any time before. This kiss was uninhibited with her unusual shyness. After all it was her dream. She could do anything she wanted. Allowing her lips to dance over his, she poured her heated longings into it. Pulling back she watched him struggling to remain in control. The deep ache in his eyes pleased her. "But since you did, I would beg you to make love to me again. Just like you did when we were together on Vegeta-sei."

He didn't move at her words, the excitement and astonishment playing over his features. "Do you want me to take you back to Vegeta-sei?"

Pan shook her head. He was talking too much. Damn her detailed subconscious! She just wanted him hot, sexy, willing, and NOW! "I love my life here." She frowned at him. "Don't ask stupid questions. Stupid dreams." She locked her arms around him, becoming the aggressor of this affair. "Just love me. I don't want to wake up before this is over!"

He obliged her in that request. Only he moved slowly as he peeled her clothing from her. The shirt, the bra, the rest, was removed with delicate precision, as if he had played this scene over and over in his mind. He seemed to know exactly how to move and bend her body. He moved away from her to strip himself in full view of her adoring eyes. Reveling is masculine body in true and total detail. The sunlight poured over his being reminding her just how perfectly formed he was. When he returned to her he lifted her hips to pull her next to him. She moaned at the feelings

"Too real." She blinked at her words shouting warning in her brain. It was not possible that this was… how could he be? He entered her and she immediate locked her legs around his firm flank pulling him deeper by instinct alone. "Sweet heavens!" Maybe he was real. But that would mean… she tried to fight free of the dream. To rise above the infatuation that claimed her.

Trunks wasted no time in dropping his head to her neck. This had always been the plan. He knew the necklace would claim her as his on his planet. That she would feel the stirrings of the bond through that claiming band he had shackled her with. Still it was no real Saiyan, and that was what he craved deep in the pit of his being. It had not eased when she had left him. No, he had grown more crazed and consumed with her. From the moment he had awakened, only to be told his slave had escaped, this had been his goal. The sole reason for being had been hunting and stalking her. Now he was within her and sinking his teeth into her neck. Pan screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes glazed over as he sucked and drew on her wound. The body of the woman he loved was trembling under him. Was it simply shock, or something more insidious? The part of her mind that handled these details was slipping away under her Saiyan instincts. Pan reached up, and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to her mouth. The taste of blood rushed into her mouth. She resisted the urge to swallow it. She gagged and sputtered.

*Drink me, Pan. * The voice was in her head again. It was just like back on Vegeta-sei when Trunks had been demanding the bond.

*WHAT?! I can't* She raged back. *It's just not right. I can't do this. *

* Complete the bond you want so much. I can feel the desire in you. * Trunks voice was persuasive and demanding *Drink! * When his command failed to make her comply he bucked his hips against her. Drive the hardness to her core. Pan choked as the warm liquid washed down her throat, before she let lose a gasping cry of need. * You are always too stubborn for your own good, my mate. *

"You're not!" Pan cried out as he moved against her again. She raked her nailed down his back in irritated fury. She was angry, she was in need, and she didn't know what to do next. "You're not a dream."

"This is a dream!" He groaned against her throat. He had just claimed his mate in the form that was undeniable and completely unbreakable. "It's my dream."

She felt the rush of pleasure he felt her mind and body blending with his own in a form that could never be broken outside the lines of death. She trembled and shook under him in response. In one powerful sensation she fought to remain conscious, still the darkness rose up. The sheer delight of it was more than her body could stand.

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"Pan?" She heard the voice over the night sounds in the forest, and sat up

"PAN." Another voice drifted to her ears this time. She listened a bit more. It was dark now and a chill was sweeping over her body. She looked down and realized she was naked. Fumbling around she groped for her clothing. "What is going on here?" She soon heard the voices closer. Marron and her father were searching for her. She dressed as quickly as possible. "I am over here!" She lifted the blanket over her arm. Rushing through the darkness to her family she thought back on her dream, too real.

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Trunks dropped back on his bed with a satisfied smile on his lips. Pan was his, at last. There was no longer any avenue of escape left open to her. All he had to do now was wait and destiny would do the rest for him. In his mind he could still see her lounging back on the blanket basking in the Earth's golden sun. How could her family have left her so alone and unprotected again was baffling to him. Still it had been a lucky break for him. He had walked over to her, expecting her to at anytime open her eyes. She would then protest his presence. Instead she had slept peacefully. Even when he had given in to his desire to lower his body next to hers she had hardly stirred. Only to moan, to his great surprise, his name. She wanted him, and badly. He drifted back in his mind, to her sweet touches and gentle pleading. He had not meant to bond with her like that. Still as he had felt her warmth engulf him, and he found could not stop himself. He had to taste her life's blood. There was no fighting the urges that beset him in that moment. Fate had drawn them together. He had merely done what his primal need told him to do. She had reacted to it with basic animal instinct. Still she had refused to drink. He had used his body to make him make her comply with their needs. The rest of the bonding had been overly powerful. He trembled in remembrance. Sighing he rolled to his side. He hated to leave her there alone, but what else was he going to do? Things had not happened as he had planned them.

"Trunks?" a man's voice filtered through the room "Trunks, are you home?

Trunks shot off his bed and opened the bedroom door. "I am here, Gramps." He walked out to see his grandfather, from his mother's side holding some new invention in his hands.

"I thought I heard you come in. How are things going at the office?" Mr. Briefs smiled at the grandson that until recently he had never known. When the boy had first arrive baring nothing then a note from Bulma, and the cloths on his back, Mr. Briefs had been in shock. He had long since given his daughter up for dead, now to know that she was not only alive, but Queen of an entire planet. Mr. Briefs could do nothing but dote on his newfound heir. Trunks quickly adapted to earths life style with help from his grandparents. He did everything as fast as possible, his haircut to the latest style, his clothing purchased so that he blended in with the local community. No one was the wiser that this man was the Prince of Saiyans come to earth.

"I finished up the Burley accounts. There is a meeting in the morning with Anderson electronics, but I do not expect any problems with them." Trunks answered off handedly. The family business Capsule Corps was easy to manage compared to the rigors of running an entire planet. Let alone the planetary systems that fell under Vegeta's control.

"You work to hard." His grandfather smiled "You know I was getting too old to handle the business part of the company any more. Having you here is like a miracle for me." Mr. Briefs regarded Trunks with a bewildered look "But I still have no idea why you came here?"

Trunks was rapidly learning that his grandfather was no fool. He looked away contemplating what to tell the man.

"To be truthful with you it has to do with my life mate." Trunks answered his arms crossed. Thinking of Pan as his life mate brought a smile, and that was what she was now. There was no undoing what has been done.

"Life mate? You mean you have a wife?" His grandfather stared at Trunks in shock.

Trunks nodded. As of today I do. He thought but said "Yes she is from earth, as mother was. I have come here to reclaim her."

His grandfather looked uncomfortable. "Does she want you like you want her? There are laws on this planet."

Trunks nodded "She does. She is merely unhappy with the idea of living on and other planet. Especially one as war like as Vegeta-sei. That is why I am trying to determine how I like the Earth. If I decide I like it here well enough, I will remain here so that I maybe with her."

"So you are giving up your planet for the girl?" Mr. Briefs smiled warmly at the boy. Trunks nodded curtly. Ahh young love. Who ever the young girl was he was truly indebted to her. She had returned his grandson to him. "Well then she is a lucky girl indeed."

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Marron looked across the table at Pan as she ate. "Umm. EWW." She made a gross face "Could you at least come up for air?"

Pan looked up with a mouth full of noodle and sucked them into her mouth. "I am sorry Marron." She wiped her mouth and looked at the plate longingly. "I am just starving. I think it has to do with being so late for dinner."

"Well if you would stop lazing about in the sun it wouldn't happen." Marron looked around, and realized they were alone. She turned dark eyes on Pan with intensity, "Are you really alright?"

Pan nodded as she shoved more food in her mouth. "Umm."

Marron dropped her head on the table making a groaning sound. "Note to self: make sure Garron learns table manners."

Pan's shoulders shook with laughter as she pulled the bowl from her face. "It'll do you little use." Pan tossed her hair back. "All Saiyans eat like this and..." Marron's face paled. The eyes growing larger than the dinner plates before them. Pan titled her head and pondered. "What." She looked around trying to decipher what was causing Marron's distress. "What."

Marron rose shaking to her feet and stepped around the table "Your neck, Pan. Your neck!!"

Pan dropped her chopsticks through weakened fingers. "My neck?"

Marron reached out and touched the marks there. "Those." Marron clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. "Those are bond marks, Pan." Marron knelt beside her friend. The blonde girl was fairly trembling with suspicion. "Where… no… When did you get bond marks?"

Pan gasped and clamped her hand over her neck. It was still sore and slightly tender. She rose to her feet slowly. Swallowing hard she turned and raced though the house to the bathroom. Skidding to a stop in front of the mirror. She pulled her hair to the side and screamed. "HOW?" Pan punched the glass shattering it. "HOW DID HE DO IT?" She turned to see Marron standing behind her. She rushed into Marron's arms and cried against her chest. "I don't know how he did it, Marron." She sobbed as Marron stoked her hair "I don't want to return to Vegeta-sei. I admit it!! I miss him, but I don't want to leave Earth."

Marron cradled her friend gently. "I will never let you leave. They wont take you." In her mind she was scared though. Marron knew she was not strong enough to stop Trunks from taking Pan, and if they took Pan, Garron would be next.

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Gohan walked up to the desk and smiled at the secretary. "Hi, I am Son Gohan I have a meeting with the President of Capsule."

The woman looked up "Yes. He cleared the entire morning for you, Mr. Son." She hit the intercom "Son Gohan is here to see you, Mr. Briefs." She smiled "You may go in now"

Gohan walked into the large office and stared at the chair turned to look out the window. "It has been a long time, Mr. Briefs" Gohan spoke happily to the old man "Although I am a little curious as to why you suddenly wanted to see me?"

The chair swung around and Trunks came to his feet "I summoned you here Son Gohan to discuss the fate of your daughter, my life mate."

Gohan dropped his briefcase and glared at the young man "Your life mate, over my dead body."

Trunks chuckled and showed Gohan his neck "Then you are looking rather well for a dead man."

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