Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ The Price of a Wish ( Chapter 8 )

Back to the angst, people.

 

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Diana held her wine glass thoughtfully, looking through the glass at the girl sprawled out, stomach down, on the rug, her vision taking in the odd mix of grace and childish disregard that Pan so happily displayed. “So, you and Trunks…”

 

“Huh?” Pan looked back over her shoulder, and then she laughed. “Oh, God no. He wouldn't give me the time of day. He's got so many other much more beautiful women crawling over him, and I'm Goten's niece. I think Goten would rip him apart…not to mention what Dad would do to him. Trunks is a little afraid of my Dad, I think.”

 

“Or maybe he just doesn't want to mess with a virgin.” Diana suggested in a sarcastic, joking voice.

 

Pan laughed brightly at the joke. “Oh, fuck you, Diana. It's not like I'm so inexperienced that guys at the club don't know who I am. Really.”

 

With that statement, an uneasy silence filled the room, and Pan looked back to the fire, her onyx eyes reflecting the flames much like an angel's would reflect the holy fire of rage. She rested her chin on her hands and sighed. Trunks? No, he was Goten's best friend. He loved someone else, and it definitely wasn't Pan, and whether the girl wanted to admit it or not, the comment from Diana had hurt. She wasn't about to tell the woman that she was right.

 

“You tempt me, Pan.” Diana answered quietly. She looked over the rim of her wine glass at the girl, her blue eyes shimmering seductively in the light of the fire, and Pan looked up from her place in front of the hearth, a beautiful, innocent smile on her face.

 

“Well, it wasn't meant to be an invitation.” Pan answered sweetly. “Besides, it's not like you're that way, right?” In the haze of the alcohol, Pan hadn't even registered that Diana had moved until long, deft fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her slowly from the floor, causing her back to arch and tilt her head back. Lusty, storming blue eyes gazed into her face, and Diana's lips parted as her pink tongue licked her lips delicately.

 

Pan paused all of her actions, and as if time slowed, the glass of wine she held in her hand fell unbidden to the floor, staining the white carpet in front of the fire blood red. She breathed out, waiting for Diana to let her go, but it never came to that. The beautiful face seemed to gaze down on her as if though contemplating what to do with her captive, emotions flickering through the crystalline eyes like a slide show Pan had once seen in school. Diana seemed dangerous and gentle at the same time, and more than anything Pan found herself riddled with questions that only those pale blue eyes could answer.

 

“You have no idea how I am, Son Pan.” Diana growled, and her mouth covered the girl's, hot, insisting, and dominant. For a second, Pan started to pull back, but Diana made short her escape by painfully tightening her fingers in the silk they were twined in, making the girl gasp into her mouth and allow her entrance. Pan whimpered slightly, trying to tell her that it hurt, and that she wanted to be let go, but the moment that a soft, wine flavored tongue swept over her own, she gave in.

 

Diana felt the exact moment that Pan gave herself to her, and immediately, deepened the kiss, and it became almost brutal and bruising, causing Pan to nearly jerk away if it hadn't been for the painful hold that Diana had on her hair. She felt Diana break the kiss and drag her to her feet by her hair, and she started to complain, but was silenced with a smart slap across her face. Pan's head snapped to the side with the slap, her eyes widening and then narrowing in anger.

 

“Don't you ever open your mouth to tell me no.” Diana growled. She shook Pan by her hair, making the girl flinch and turn her furious onyx eyes on the blue eyed bitch that had dared raise a hand to her. The woman turned Pan so that they were chest to chest, and she glared into her eyes, full of warning and spite. “You will never tell me no, do you understand me?”

 

Pan's eyes suddenly flashed fire, and she suddenly jerked against the hold, nearly crying out from pain as she felt her scalp stretched and pulled. She raised her hands to claw at Diana, but something in the woman's eyes warned her not to react. Instead of defending herself, Pan lowered her hands, and she resorted instead to glaring daggers at her captor. She was so angry that she didn't realize she was being forced backwards into a dark bedroom until her back was pushed into a large, soft bed decorated with black and blue silk and satin.

 

Pan's mind was a circle of emotions and logical thoughts, one pushing at the other for dominance. While she fought for conscious thought, the after affects of the drugs from the boys at the club still coursed through her veins, and she couldn't force herself to use her strength to push the demon of lust off of her to regain her logical grasp on reality.

 

Diana still hadn't released the merciless hold in her hair, and in the back of her mind, Pan wondered if she hadn't learned this particular form of hold from someone else. This kind of cruelty was unnatural and inhuman. The lips met hers again, but instead of fighting like she so desired to do, she arched into the kiss, and her hands went to the pins holding up Diana's hair, and she pulled them out, and then, she buried her hands in the silken mass of hair as it fell in a silk curtain around them.

 

Before she knew that she had sinned against Diana, another resounding slap filled the room, making Pan cry out in pain. Diana's blue eyes burned in fury and something else that Pan nearly identified as fear. “Don't touch my hair, bitch.” She growled lowly. The girl at this point had enough of the rough treatment, and she bucked her hips to get the woman off of her, but she found herself unable to move. When she reached inside herself to summon the energy to fight back, she couldn't, and then, she panicked.

 

“Get off! Stop it!” She brought her hands up to claw at the woman above her, but she found her wrists pinned above her head by an iron grasp, and to her horror, Pan found that she could not make the woman budge. “What the hell are you?!” She screamed. “Get off!”

 

“Don't you know already, Pan? Can you smell it? That scent that wraps around you and drives you insane?” Pan's eyes suddenly lit with understanding, and then, an inexplicable fear slid through her features, and she started to fight against the hold in earnest, kicking, screaming, and crying out for help. Diana didn't move, instead taking the blows of her legs and the bucking of her body while she held her wrists calmly above her head.

 

“You fucking bitch! Get off! Don't fucking touch me! You filthy…worthless….” Her insults were immediately silenced by soft, coaxing lips on her own, and as much as she hated the creature above her, she couldn't break the kiss. It was so different from the harsh actions and words of this monster above her that she couldn't imagine herself to be anywhere but in her grasp.

 

Diana broke the kiss, and her lips wandered down the slender column of Pan's throat, making the girl whimper underneath her. She smirked against the tender skin, and taking a risk, she released the girl's wrists, and as much as Pan wanted to bolt from this woman, to hurt her, to kill her, she found that she couldn't. Her touches felt so fucking good. Pan gasped as a gentle hand slid up her top, resting over her ribcage possessively, stroking and coaxing her into arousal.

 

“What's the matter, Pan-chan?” Diana sneered against her skin. “Can't think of anyone but me? Are you in love?” Pan cried out as that hand roughly squeezed her small breast, and she cried out again as another hand pressed against her heat through the leather pants that encased her lean muscled legs. With a soft pressure, she began to rub, bringing Pan to a singing, frightening height of pleasure without even touching her skin to skin.

 

“No! I could never love a person like you!” Pan cried out in frustration. “Never!” Diana pressed against her heat again, making Pan arch and moan throatily. Pan could feel Diana pulling at the laces that held her pants closed, but she didn't care. All she wanted was that touch against her skin, regardless of how much she hated the bitch. She wanted her. She wanted to taste her and smell her, and there was nothing that would stand in her way now. Fuck morality and fuck her good girl attitude. This…this was for her and only for her.

 

Diana could feel when Pan let go of her inhibitions, and let pain, pleasure, and complete wanton abandon roll through her body, and a smirk graced her lips, making her almost seem demonic in the dim light of the room. “That's right, baby. Let me take you where you've never been before.” She growled softly. She peeled the leather pants off of the girl, and immediately, the sweet, spicy scent of her arousal crashed in around her consciousness, and all of her thoughts were lost.

 

Pan screamed out the minute fingers pushed aside her lace thong and pushed their way into her. “Itai!” She cried out. Diana had no intentions on stopping as she pumped the girl harshly, and as she stroked her insides nearly brutally, an amazing event happened that changed Diana's view of the girl's desires entirely. Pan moaned. So sweet was the sound, and so innocent, that Diana's cruelty increased tenfold, and with a rough movement, her nails dug into a line of ridges inside of Pan's body, making the girl scream out in pain and tighten into orgasm at the same time.

 

As Pan came down from her high, she noticed that Diana had shredded the tiny thong from her body, and she tried to jerk her hands to stop her next move, but in shock, she found them neatly tied to the iron headboard with a flimsy silk scarf. “Rip it, and you leave.” Diana warned. “But you have the power to do that…if you want to.” Pan's eyes widened as her legs were spread to the monster in front of her. She could leave. She could rip her hands away from her bonds and walk away being just a little worse for wear. She stretched her arms, and Diana expected her rip her hands away from the scarf, but instead, Pan's delicate, battle calloused fingers wrapped around the bars of the headboard, and her eyes slid shut.

 

Submission. Complete blinded trust. Diana's head dipped in the moonlight, and Pan's eyes opened slightly, and she could have sworn that the mass of ebony silk had a few streaks of blonde in it. That was her last thought before a soft tongue flicked out and teased a sweet pearl of flesh at the apex of beautiful, silken folds. Pan strained against the headboard, and she felt the iron bending in her gasp, but Diana didn't seem to care as she brought blinding pleasure to the girl tied to her bed.

 

Pan's breath couldn't slow, and as Diana laved her sex with a dry, rough tongue, she emitted low, inhuman growls that sent pleasure careening through Pan's body like a tsunami. How could a creature that brought this much pleasure be so damn evil? Diana's long, slender index finger slid inside of Pan, and as the girl arched her hips to meet the invasion, Diana channeled a small amount of ki into her palm and then into her fingertip, and the warmth spread into Pan's body.

 

At the moment that her nerves were numbed from the force of pleasure spreading through her body, Diana's free hand went to her side and digging in her nails, she drew blood, and ran them down Pan's side, making thin strips of skin peel away under the cruelty. Pan screamed again, and Diana released the full amount of her energy into the girl's body and gently bit down on her clit, sending Pan into a series of orgasms that had her screaming out in pleasure, pain, and fear.

 

Blood from the deep gouges in her skin began to drip down onto the black satin beneath her, and as she came down, the pain mixed with the aftermath of her pleasure, sending her into a surreal sense of being, not being able to decipher between dreams and reality. Pan's eyes rolled back into her head, and she breathed out, and consciousness eluded her as she fell back onto the bed in a mass of blood and black satin. She hadn't even noticed that the iron of the headboard had melted in her hands.

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Waking, Pan found herself pressed against a warm, lithe body, and she opened her eyes to find Diana sleeping peacefully next to her, sleep relaxing the harsh angles of her aristocratic, cold face. She moved, and she felt stabbing pain in her side, and as she looked under the covers to inspect the damage and found herself bandaged and clean. She was even wearing an unfamiliar sheer camisole and flannel pajama pants that were steeped in the spicy scent of the woman sleeping next to her.

 

As she tried to disentangle herself from the woman next to her to search for her clothes, the arm around her shoulders tightened, and she found herself looking into sleepy blue eyes. “Pan, it's ok if you stay the night.” Diana urged. Pan shook her head. No. It couldn't be this way. She hated Diana, didn't she? The woman had humiliated her. Forced her to have sex. No.

 

As much as Pan tried to deny the fact, she had wanted Diana, and the woman had given her the dream that she had held inside of her heart to be with her, and as a result, she lay there, pressed up against the deliciously curved body of the one creature who had brought her the ultimate pleasure. She stopped trying to pull away, and slowly, she laid her head against Diana's shoulder and closed her eyes. “Diana?”

 

“Hmm.” The woman grunted at her in return and tightened her arm around her shoulders, pressing her further against her long body.

 

“How did we not know about you? Vegeta's been looking for Saiya-jins for years.” Pan's fingers found her own lips, and she nibbled them nervously, waiting for an answer from the woman.

 

“I don't know.” Answered Diana sleepily. “Ask me questions about that in the morning.”

 

Pan fidgeted and spoke into the night air. “I have to tell you something.”

 

The blue eyes flitted down to her face, and remained there, making Pan squirm slightly uncomfortably. “Tell me.” Diana invited softly.

 

“I…I think I'm… Well…I've never felt this way about anyone.” Pan softly confessed. “You're so beautiful, and you seem to know everything about my body, and sometimes, I swear you can see into my mind.” She looked up into suddenly cold blue eyes, and her heart sunk. “I'm really scared, Diana. I've never felt this feeling in my chest before. It's tight. And my stomach feels funny. Is this what love is supposed to be?”

 

Diana's body tightened, and Pan suddenly felt smaller than a flea with that slight body language. The woman sat up in the bed, and her shoulders began to shake. Pan stared in shock at what she'd done, and she sat up, trying to soothe away the tears that she assumed were pouring down the alabaster cheeks of her lover, but instead, her ears were assaulted by the most horrible laugh she'd ever heard. Emptiness and cruelty filled the laughter, and just as soon as it had started, it stopped abruptly, and cold, malicious blue eyes turned on her.

 

“You stupid little girl.” She chuckled in evil amusement. “You're funny.” Pan's eyes widened and she sat up in the bed.

 

“I'm…I'm not joking!” She cried out.

 

Diana let loose another bone chilling laugh, and Pan felt the beginnings of anger prick at her skin. The blue eyes were now filled with a strange emotion that Pan could only identify as insanity. Diana's eyes seemed so pale that they bordered on being unnaturally light colored, and her pupils were pinpricks even in the dark lighting of the room. She laughed harder, and Pan pulled away from her in sudden fear as the laughter brought with it the slight crackling of energy.

 

The longer Diana laughed at Pan's expense, the heavier the power became until Pan's skin was burning with the underlying ki that was barely controlled by the tiny threads left of the woman's sanity. Diana sneered at her. “You stupid slut. How could I ever love a woman as EASY as you?”

 

“What are you saying?” Pan begged. “Why are you saying this?”

 

“Because you dared to dream about something you had no right to experience!” Diana bit out in disgust. “Like so many others, you demand the impossible! There are no hopes in dreams, and all they do is destroy everything they touch! You are stupid and foolish for even imagining that love… LOVE…could save you from your pitiful, stupid life.”

 

Pan's tears flowed over, and she bolted from the bed, not caring whose clothes she was wearing, ignoring the pain in her side. She pointed her finger to Diana's heart. “You are empty! There's nothing there!”

 

“Oh, that's where you're wrong, little butterfly.” Diana smiled, and Pan's breath stopped. The smile was so evil, so empty, and so malicious that Pan almost felt fear overtake her and force her to flee, but she stayed, wanting closure from this monster that had violated her body and her soul. “You see, Pan, I have plenty of heart. In fact, I'm quite benevolent when I want to be. You figured that out while you were screaming my name earlier.”

 

Pan's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she shifted on her feet. “Why are you saying these things?” She asked quietly. “Why are you being like this? You're so different from before!”

 

Diana snorted in amusement and kept smiling at her victim. “Oh, I haven't changed, Pan. You just fooled yourself into thinking that I actually cared about you.” Pan choked back a sob. “That's the problem with kids these days. They think they love, but they have never experienced it. They think love is all candy and party streamers, and let me tell you what I think about that. Love is empty. It's a useless emotion that causes weakness and destruction. It is the breath of sorrow that is breathed out of ignorant minds and disarmed hearts.” Diana suddenly straightened her back and glared at Pan. “I don't try to lie to myself. I don't know love, and nor do I want to. Love disgusts me.”

 

Pan almost felt sorry for Diana's view on life, but she was too angry to notice her own humanity. Her Saiya-jin blood began to sing in defensive anger, and her onyx eyes darkened, leaving only the spark of righteous rage in her countenance. “Then you…you're nothing but an empty shell.” Pan growled. “A joke of nature.”

 

“There's a small black box on my shelf in the living room. Get it and take to Trunks.” Diana suddenly commanded, and as an afterthought, she added words that shattered Pan's image of love. “Don't forget to tell him the price you paid for it, you little whore. I'm sure he'd love to hear all the sordid details.”

 

Pan's fists clenched, and her energy crackled around her suddenly as she began to shiver with rage. “I….”

 

“Yes?” Diana blinked her eyes. “I'm waiting.”

 

“I hate you.” Pan snarled lowly. Diana smirked in response, and she waved Pan away from the room.

 

“You see the truth about love now? It's so easily turned to hatred with a few choice words and a little bit of rage.” Diana suddenly laughed. “Run along, little girl. Your daddy is probably waiting for you to return.” Pan turned, but instead of running from the room, she stooped and picked up her clothes, and turned to look over her shoulder at Diana. The humanity was gone from her beautiful face, and her midnight black eyes flashed with nothing but anger.

 

“I pity you, Diana.” She looked down her nose at the woman with a practiced haughtiness that did not come naturally to her. “For a woman of such beauty, you're the ugliest creature I've ever seen in my life.”

 

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Pan grabbed her purse with her cell phone and snapped it open as she grabbed the box off the shelf and let herself out of the apartment by slamming the door in her anger. She was sure she heard it splinter, but it didn't matter. “Trunks? Please come and get me. I'm at the penthouse apartments across from the mall.”

 

“Ok, Pan-chan. It's four in the morning. Why aren't you at home?” His worried, sleepy voice demanded.

 

“I'll tell you when you get here. I'll be waiting outside.” She answered hurriedly. She wanted to get as far away as she could from this building, but she had to get rid of this box first.

 

“Ok, be there in a few minutes.” He groaned. “Wait.” He growled suddenly.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Why can't you just fly home?”

 

“Because I need to see you.” She answered.

 

“Alright. Be there in a few minutes.” He hung up, and Pan snapped her phone shut and put it in her purse as she purposely walked through the halls of the apartment building to the elevator. It wasn't until she pressed the button to leave that she chose to open the box.

 

Immediately, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to hate Diana or still love her. Nestled in a small pile of black velvet was the most beautiful object she'd ever seen. The four-star Dragon Ball. The price she paid with her innocence would bring her grandpa home. It had to be worth it. It just had to be.

 

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