Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Manipulation ( Chapter 17 )

Price of Power

Second Half

By AMCM74

Chapter 17

Trunks found he could not take his eyes from Pan, as she ate. The long black hair dangled freely. She absent-mindedly tore off small pieces of her sandwich and popped them into her mouth. The cerulean eyes darkened with lust, as her finger emerged from the embrace of her ruby red lips. The black eyes looked up from her sandwiches to latch on him. The dropping of one fine lined eyebrow was the only warning he was given. "I really do think you're sick." Trunks felt his body jolt at her words. A hurt and confused expression passed over his face. She motioned to his plate. He looked at his stack of untouched sandwiches. "You haven't touched a thing. You do realize it took your grandmother quite a bit of effort to prepare all of these, don't you."

Trunks never looked away from her, as he reached down. Snatching one he took a huge bite. He chewed unhurried. It was almost mechanical the way he moved. Pan bit her lip as she studied him with ill ease. What gave him away were his eyes. They looked almost dreamy. Pan sighed deeply, and shifted with increasing discomfort. He smiled realizing he had her full attention. and took another bite.

"OooKAY…" She stood up, and backed up a bit. "Maybe be I should be going now. You are starting to freak me out." Pan dropped her food on the plate and stepped around the table.

Trunks felt the breath rush from his body and jumped up. He reacted with out thinking. Reaching out to seize her arm, pulling her around to face him. "No wait."

Pan looked down at his hand on her arm. He had moved so fast. Attention returned back to the azure pools his eyes. Pan did not like what she saw there. "What is wrong with you? You are not behaving like yourself."

Trunks shook his head. He knew she was nervous, and he didn't like it. He knew he was jumpy, and he didn't like it. He could only think of one possible cure, and that he really liked. "I am not sure what is happening really." He leaned in. Pan's hot breath fanned his cheek as he spoke. "I can only think of one thing that can stop this though."

The kiss was swift, but consuming. He held her to him, cradling her body in the warmth of his embrace. She was his mate now. He was the one to protect and shelter her from here on out. She was more his then anything he had ever had in his life, and nothing could take her from him.

Pan gasp at the gentle pressure of his lip against hers. The gentleness did not last long. Soon he was holding her tightly leaving her no doubt as to his intentions. "Trunks, I…" She shrugged out of his arms. Throwing up one hand to ward him off. "I can't"

"Of course you can." He closed the distance to touch her cheek. He just had to touch her. Be closer to her. All he wanted to do was give free reign to his feelings. This forced control was killing him.

Pan studied Trunks and leaned to the left, his eyes followed. He seemed almost charmed by her presence. That thought gave her a heady rush of power. True or not it was a nice thought. Pan looked thoughtful for a short moment. A quiet grin flashed over her face and a devilish light lit in her eyes. "No, I can't. Here on earth we have customs of our own that we need to follow first."

"That's stupid." Trunks growled. "We are already bonded."

"Well, if you want to be with me, you are going to follow them. That includes having to do several tasks. They are designed to show your love and devotion to me as a future husband." Pan crossed her arms and gave a curt nod

"But we are bonded." Trunks repeated the obvious; let his finger trail down her neck. "Earth customs mean nothing when we are already life mates." Pan grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his claiming mark on her neck. He gazed at the tiny scars there. "Do you know how it makes me feel to see it on you."

Pan swayed toward him, going heady with lust at his words. Her eyes drifted to a similar mark on his neck. A tingle rushed through her of extreme satisfaction. "It still makes no difference. By earth standards we are not wed." She saw his confusion and quickly explained. "Married? Joined? Ok your word, bonded."

Trunks scowled darkly. "I am not liking this already."

Pan tried to stifle her giggle. "I didn't say you would. You will have to do these tasks before a wedding ceremony can even be considered."

"What kind of tasks?" Trunks' Saiyan mind was hard at work. "Prove my strength by defeating a family foe? My loyalty by killing someone?"

Pan sighed. "No, not killing or maiming involved. This is not Vegeta-sei. You are on Earth now Trunks. The two are hardly comparable." She set her hand on the table and settled her weight against it. "First you have to …" She was going to put some serious thought into his, after all this man, as perfect and dreamy as he was, had kidnapped her and taken her to another planet. She would still be there, if not for Marron and her own strength. This was probably the only chance she would get to extract any sort of revenge, as petty and sad as it was. "Go to the store and buy the things I list for you." She motioned to the far wall. "Grab me the note pad by the refrigerator, please." Trunks retrieved them with a sullen look, and handed them to her. "Now what to get." She pondered. "OHH! I know." She began writing. Pan was careful to keep a serious look on her face. This was going to be good!

A short time later Trunks was looking over the list. He struggled to remember how to read the Earth's written word. He had thought it useless at the time learning it from his mother. If it had not been for his father pointing out the wisdom of knowing as much about alien races as possible he wouldn't have even bothered to apply himself to the task. "What are Maxi pads?"

Pan squeezed her eyes shut. She forced herself to remain impassive "Just shut up and shop." With a shrug he was out the door.

Pan was immediately on the floor in hysterical giggles.

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Some time later Trunks reentered the room bags in hand looking agitated. Pan looked up and smiled at her mate. She was relaxed in front of a steaming cup of coffee.

"Did you find everything alright?" She tilted her head and he shot her a glare.

"When I was leaving the cashier said I was whipped." Trunks snarled. "When I asked her what this meant she told me to ask the woman for whom I was buy these things." Trunks dropped the bags. "You will answer me truthfully, Pan. What did she mean? Remember if you lie I will know it because of the bond."

Pan hesitated. The standing up slowly she told him. In her mind she debated escape to truthfulness. "Whipped, on this planet, means that you would do whatever I want whenever I say. No matter how bad the task, and no matter how much you would not like doing it."

Trunks stalked over to her and pulled her to him. "She was right. I am whipped." He sighed and buried his head in her hair. "On Vegeta-sei, we call that being a good mate. Here they seem not to find any honor in caring for ones mate. The task you sent me about was easy, beyond words. A Saiyan mate would have demanded much more before the bonding. Some don't survive, and is not classed by gender, but by strength."

"Only what I would expect by a barbaric planet." Pan regretted to words as soon as the escaped her lips. After what she had tried to do to him today, she felt she should be trying to make amends, not picking a fight.

"Barbaric or not. They are part of you, as they are part of me." Trunks whispered. "I am here to learn of the humans here. I am sure I will learn to accept them, but you will never accept yourself until you acknowledge the Saiyan within you. I don't want half a mate so I will help you with this task."
Pan sighed in relief, until his hands started roving over her body in a familiar way. "Trunks." She warned in a low growl.

But he would have none of it. "Enough of the earth customs. I thought about this greatly while I was out." Trunk stepped back to meet her face. "It is stupid." Taking her arm he pulled her after him. She had been through this scenario enough with him to know exactly how this was going to play itself out.

"We are headed for your bedroom aren't we?" Pan tried not to laugh. Trunk never looked back, and did not react. Instead he made his way through the house with her. He didn't bother to stop until he pushed open a door and there before her was a large bed. "I never would have guessed."

Trunks followed her in, shut and locked the door. He stood there for a long moment, his back to her. Then when he finally spoke his words cut right to her heart. "I want you. There is something, a deep need gnawing at me."

Pan looked at him curiously. Reflecting on her father's words she pondered their situation. Was she already in heat? How could that be? She didn't feel any different. "My father said something about you not being able to resist me. He mentioned that this would happen soon, but I think I would know if it was happening." She blushed a little as she added. "Something about a Saiyan heat?"

Trunks head shot up. That was it. It had to be it. Still she was right about one thing. It was incredibly soon for this chemical reaction. Could that be what was happening here? Already? "When Saiyans bond off of Vegeta-sei, they can not rely on the phases of Vegeta's moon for the mating season. We have been roaming the galaxies for so long now, our bodies have adapted to this problem." He turned to her. "Once bonded the female will go into a heat. She admits certain pheromones, not that she would notice any kind of change, but the male cannot resist when she is ready for breeding. It can take a while for this reaction, up to six months in most cases. You and I have only bonded a day ago. This is extreme quick if this is the problem."

Pan froze "If that is what is causing this then doesn't it stand to reason I could get pregnant more easily at this time?"

"There is no could about it. We are a warrior race procreation is essential to our survival. If you are indeed in your bonding heat, you will get pregnant." Trunks gave her a wicked grin. The idea of her baring his child was deeply intoxicating to him. He moved toward her and Pan backed up.

"That is no good. I am not on any kind of birth control right now. Getting pregnant now is not something I want to deal with." Pan recalled the recent events with Marron, and shuddered. Just recalling Marron's behavior and that labor!!! Heck no. NO kids. It was not for Pan, not now, not ever. Trunks still moved toward her. She had a flash back of her time on Vegeta-sei. "Trunks! There are consequences to this that I am not willing to face up too."

Trunks was close enough to gathered her into his arms. He wasted no time before moved them toward the bed. "Pan, I can't resist you right now. No matter what you say, you are my mate." She trembles at the words. Trunks buried his face in her neck and whispered hotly. "My mate." He set her on the bed and looked at her with intense pleasure. She was so damn sexy. She just sat there looking at him, with those huge round eyes. He knew as she bit her lower lip that she was thinking of a way to escape him. "It's going to be like this every time isn't it." Trunks kneeled before her brushing her hair back. "I have to drag you to my bed, and force you to admit you desire." He smiled wickedly." Or maybe you could just close your eyes and pretend you are asleep. After all it worked so well the last time."

"Your evil." Pan couldn't help but be endeared to his attempt at humor. She leaned close to cup his cheek in her hand. "You don't have to force me to say I want you. I will admit it freely that I do. I just do not want a child at this point in my life."

"When then?" Trunks asked gently as he lowered over her, and she was bore back on the bed.

"Maybe in five or ten years." Pan said off the top of her head.

Trunks chuckled at her. "To bad you are severely out voted."

"Out voted…by whom?" She let her eyes drift closed, and felt him pushing up her shirt.

Trunks stopped and looked down at her "By me and your own body."

Pan lost her self in his kiss. Trunks ran his hands through her hair and pressed her into the soft mattress. A soft whimper escaped her throat as she pushed closer to him. "So perfect." He murmured softly. He allowed his hands to moved over her with a skillful grace. "My mate, mine."

He smirked as he heard his name being called. It took a few second for him to realize it was not Pan that was doing the calling. Trunks lifted his head and glared down at a confused and bewildered Pan. She left out a little cry of regret, and tried to pull him back down to her. OHH sweet merciful stars he wanted to go back to her. With a great effort he didn't even know he possessed he rose off her.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Followed closely by, "Trunks?" His grandfather's voice came to him with load being delight. "Trunks, come see what I have done. "It's simply wonderful!!"

Trunk took one menacing step toward the door before he heard Pan clearing her throat. Looking back he was engulfed in the image before him. Pan propped up on her elbows and gave him an intoxicating grin. Trunks felt his knees wobble. This was actually getting to be actually painful. OH, Grandpa you have no idea what wonderful thing you have just stopped me from doing. Trunks grabbed his head and groaned. Turning to the door he pulled it open. There was one glowing ember of hope forming. May be he could get rid of him?

Pan sat up and brushed her self off. Under normal situations she would have been extremely embarrassed to be seen in this situation. Alone and flush in a guy's room, she shook her head at her lack of modesty. Still there was no escaping facts Trunks was her mate. Running and hiding in the bathroom would not change it. She was coming to accept and even like it. There was no shame in wanting to be with him. Still, she cocked her head and mused on her reprieve. This untimely arrival had rescued her.

"Grandfather?" Trunks opened the door, and his eyes swept over the soot-covered man.

Mr. Briefs rushed into the room, completely oblivious to the rumbled bed and the implications. "Look a this. You wont believe the effects this contraption could have on mankind! It is wonderful, simply..." He looked over at Pan and showed the instrument into her hands "Wonderful" Sitting down next to Pan, he began to go over the basic workings of his new miracle.

Trunks stood in shock as the man spoke to Pan as if he knew her, and it was completely expected to find her here. It took very little time for him to realize that his grandfather did know Pan. She leaned over the device and played with the buttons in her fingers. Such sensuous fingers that's tips could cause him such pleasure and desire that he… Trunks shook his head. His thoughts were wondering places they shouldn't be. Not with his grandfather in the room. The worst thing was the old man was seemingly oblivious to his plight. He just sat there going on and on about… What was he talking about? Trunks really didn't care. All he wanted was for his grandfather to take his new miracle and leave. Trunks had his mind set on creating a little miracle of his own. Looking at the man Trunks growled low. In his mind he chanted *Leave? Leave. Leave!!! * Pan looked up reading his mind and a sensuous smiled played its way across her lips * NO PAN! NOT YOU*

Pan handed the instrument over to Mr. Briefs. "I really should get going. My mother is going to be worrying about me."

* If you do this, I swear * Trunks locked eyes with her deadly rebellion stiffening every limb. * I will be in your dreams tonight. You wont get an ounce of sleep for a month. * He mentally challenged her, promising retaliation

Pan looked up and him with mirth in her eyes. * Sounds fun and a lot safer. * She smiled so big her eyes were nothing more then slits

Trunks merely glared at her and emitted another deep growl of irritation low in his throat. It was then that Mr. Brief seemed to realize that he had walked on something more then his grandson merely chatting with the Son Gohan's only daughter. "Pan what are you doing here? How do you know my grandson? He hasn't exactly been here for a very long time."

Pan blushed and Trunks crossed his arms and in his most regal commanding voice announced "Pan is the girl I spoke of before. She is my mate, Grandfather."

Mr. Briefs blinked once. Then twice "This is fantastic!" He jumped up and hugged Trunks. "I have known her family for a very long time." Mr. Briefs was fairly radiating excitement. "You could not have chosen a better girl." Looking to Pan, he added, "I can't tell you how happy it makes me to know that you are going to part of my family. Maybe we should have a family dinner. You know get everyone together and celebrate your union."

Pan choked on the thought, her father and mother sitting across the table from Trunks as his grandparents happily looked on.

"Yes," Mr. Briefs once again seemed ignorant of the dark under tones in the room. "It sounds like a marvelous idea. We can have your grand parents over as well, and there was Goku's friend, that Krillin fellow and his wife. They are the ones who have that charming daughter too." Mr. Briefs struggled to remember. "Marron was her name right?" Trunks snorted at the use of charming and Marron in the same sentence. Obviously his grandfather didn't know the girl very well. Mr. Briefs walked out of the room still rambling to him self. "I think I will go to call them now. Maybe Marron will bring her baby over. I would really like to see him. It's been a while since we saw him at the hospital. Other then when he was born I don't think Bunny or I have seen him. Yes I think this is a grand idea."

Trunks froze at the implications of what had just been said. "What did he say?" Paling as he spun on his mate. "Marron has had a child?"

Pan opened her mouth to lie, but she saw it was already to late. Trunks eyes narrowed. It was simple to get information when he read her mind. "Trunks you can't." It was all she could think of to say.

Trunks merely stared at her. The all-consuming demand for submission fixed on his features "Open you mind to me. Now Pan. I want to know what you have been hiding." Pan shook her head and blocked him the best she could. "Is this Goten's child?" Trunks felt the air leave his body as the answer flashed in her mind. She slapped her hands over her face. It was impossible not to sell out her friend. "PAN!" Trunks anger rose at her defiance.

Pan jumped up and took Trunks by the arms. "You can't tell him! You can't take Garron from her. He is her son and she will die with out him" Trunks was assaulted by images of Marron and her child flowing from Pan's mind. Then there was the desperation she felt to save her friend from harm.

"He is a Demi-Saiyan, Pan. Marron's child or not he belongs on Vegeta-sei." Trunks shook his head. "That is the price of our power, Pan. Demi-Saiyans belong to Vegeta-sei. My father had decreed it. You do not to get to pick your own fate. You should understand better then anyone else that this is true." His heart broke as Pan burst into tears before him.

"You can't separate them. She loves her child." Pan begged him. She never thought she would be dragged this low. Pan hated her eyes sparkling with helpless tears.

"Goten would love this child as well." Trunks remained firm in his resolve. "He and Princess Bra have bonded since you have been gone and are quite happy these days. They will make excellent parents." Trunks struggled to remain calm and think rationally. " That is the end of this, Pan. The child will be raise on Vegeta with his father."

Pan shook Trunks arm. "What about Goten himself? He was not raised with his father?"

Trunks tried to back away from her. Pan's body was impossible for him to resist at this time. He knew that getting to close to her was sure disaster. "That is not the point Pan. The Demi Saiyans on this planet are powerful. They are a threat to the entire Saiyan Empire. You must remember, I am the Prince of Vegeta-sei. I must protect my planets best interests and my people."

Pan was panicking full force now. She had promised Marron that she would save Garron form the Saiyans and in the end she had practically handed him over, gift-wrapped. Now it look like it was little more then self deluded idealism on her part. Pan looked up at Trunks. There was only one thing she could think of that could have any bearing on their current fate. "What if I can offer to tip the balance of this power in Vegeta's favor?"

Trunks felt him self-backing up against the wall as she advanced on him. "Pan?" Her name came out with confused anxiety.

She leaned against him pouring all of her with help feminine charms. Lifting her arms up locking them around his neck, her eyes pulling him down to her. "What if I offer my self to Vegeta-sei in exchange."

Trunks gasped as she touched him, her hands roving over him exploring the hard contours of his body. "It won't work." He tried to catch his breath and retain his thoughts. "I will still be lying to Goten. Garron would still be here growing strong against us." He looked up at the ceiling trying to avoid her face. Beads of sweat where appearing on his brow.

* But so will our children. I am offering you, our children and me on Vegeta-sei no fight, no struggles. All you have to do is forget you ever heard about Marron's child. * Pan kissed his chest and slowly lowered her herself along his body. Trunks cried out as she lowered her mouth on to the more intimate areas. He could not hold out against this attack. She was winning. Closing his eyes, he nodded in agreement. He surrendered in his mind and she read it there. Pan raised her body back up against him. Her manipulation was total. All he could think about was having her warm and willing under him. Taking her arm he pulled her over to the bed. As they sank down to the soft mattress, Trunks was lost in his pleasure and Pan deep in her intent.