Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ The Royal Family ( Chapter 3 )

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Pan noticed the looks her family gave her the moment she walked into the training room. Her grandfather and father looked sharply speculative, her uncle curious. She avoided their dark eyes, carefully, seeking and finding the two sets of sapphire jewels that were her most important business at the moment. Prince Trunks and Princess Bra were stretching on one of the thick mats. Bra looked up at her friend with a smile.

The two girls had been best friends since their earliest memories, thrown together since birth as confidants and sparring partners. When Princess Bra's mandatory training ended at age 10, Pan's did not and she continued to advance. After a secret incident involving one of the young Lords' unwelcome advances and Pan coming to a quick, bloody rescue, Bra insisted that her friend pick up her training where she had left off. Unbeknownst to her father, the Princess trained under Pan for over a year, until they were found out by Prince Trunks and Vegeta was informed. At the time, both girls believed Pan would be punished and were surprised when the elder Prince was pleased with their initiative. He was impressed with his daughter's potential and had ordered the training to continue. Now the two females trained in the same chamber as the males, and their higher pitched shouts and roars of pain and triumph blended with the lower sounds of their counterparts.

Pan swallowed hard and forced herself to smile at Bra. She wasn't sure how her friend was going to take this new twist to their relationship. They were much the same age and now, Pan was going to be her stepmother. Bra's eyes narrowed and Pan's false smile faltered. Bra knew something was up and the look on her eyes said she would be told all or else. "Later," Pan mumbled and Bra nodded. Pan's eyes shifted to the Prince. Trunks eyes were sparkling, teasing her, while under his playfulness, something darker lurked. Lust burned in the depths of his gaze and she looked quickly away.

Trunks had taken an interest in Pan when he found out she was training his sister in secret. He had found a new appreciation for the small, dark haired nymph that had been at his little sister's side for as long as he could remember. She was beautiful, with a great figure and a sharp tongue. She reminded him of his mother, with her quick mind and cutting wit. Bulma had been beautiful as well, with long azure hair and the same sapphire eyes she had bestowed on both her children. She had come to their planet as a slave, falling under the eye of Prince Vegeta and quickly being taken as one of his mistresses. Within a month, she had been his only mistress, and then his mate. She had borne him two children and been a source of brightness for the royal family, always ready for anything. Her spirit and beauty had been passed on to her children, evident in their eyes and playfulness. Bra had her mother's blue tresses, while Trunks hair was a silver-lavender-blue, always seeming to shift colors in different lights. Bulma had been human, though, not Saiyan and had aged as a human. Her body fragile and aging, she had succumbed to a virus and died, two years earlier.

Spurred by his mother's characteristics, Trunks came to desire the girl as he had no other. Pan was always there, right under his nose, looking so tough and untouchable and yet so deliciously ready to be taken. He had made it no secret that he wanted her, but Pan remained pure and her resistance only made him want her more. He had pursued her as a suitor would and she had gradually allowed him closer. Only recently had she let him touch her, a gentle embrace, a soft kiss. He'd found her lips to be incredibly soft and her taste almost painfully sweet. Like a drug, he'd become addicted. He wanted more.

She stood beside his sister on the training mat, her dark eyes wide as she quickly looked away from him. She was nervous, upset about something. Trunks cocked his head to one side, curiously, then turned to Goten, who had appeared at his side, ready to spar.

The two training teams separated into their respective corners of the room and their training began, slowly at first, as a warm up. Gradually, their blows became harder, their movements faster, their advances more heated and strong. Goku and Gohan were supervising the two even matches, watching as years of training came into play. All movement stopped when the double doors swung open and Prince Vegeta strode into the room. Pan's eyes quickly took in his bare chest and tight black training pants, the tops of his boots coming almost to his knees. She remembered being crushed against that chest and shivered, dropping her gaze. She glanced over and saw Bra giving her a curious look. Then the Princess looked at her father and smiled. "Good morning, Daddy!" A hint of a smile tugged at Vegeta's mouth, at his daughter's melodic greeting. As usual, Bra had the power to wipe the customary scowl off his face. "Father," said Trunks, with a nod of greeting. Vegeta simply nodded back, the slight softening of his features gone as he faced his son. Those obsidian eyes flicked to Pan and she caught her breath, sharply, heat rising in her face. Trunks and Bra didn't notice, but all three Son men did. Goten was surreptitiously watching her reaction, while Gohan was giving the Prince a hard glare. Goku simply looked back and forth between the two.

Vegeta watched Pan's reaction to his stare and suppressed a satisfied smirk. Her face and body flushed, she looked away from him. He was sure that she was remembering the previous night. His eyes shifted to the two men before him. Goku and Gohan were his training partners, the only men who could challenge him in a fight. At the moment, Gohan looked as if he'd like to kill his Prince. Goku looked a little wary. So, the Son family already knew about the night he'd spent with their precious Pan. He was willing to bet she hadn't told them, so they had found out on their own. He was also sure they had no idea he had claimed her. That meant they thought she had been taken as a mistress, probably against her will. He fought the urge to laugh. As if Pan would let anyone take her by force! Had she not wanted him, he was sure she would have attacked even him, her Prince. His mate was not one to be meek, even to one who was considered to be her superior. It was one of the many qualities he had come to admire in a woman. Bulma had instilled in him a certain respect for a woman who stood up for herself and a deep attraction to strength and fiery independence. Though she was not of their race, Bulma had possessed the unbreakable pride of a Saiyan. When she died, he felt as if his soul had been ripped apart. In his grief, he had returned to the way he had been before Bulma came into his life. He was sharp and unforgiving, cruel and untouchable, refusing to allow another living being close to him. It was Bra who had brought him out of his vicious grief, touching the heart he had kept so well buried under his pain and drawing him back into the world she knew. Soon, he had once again become the man she had known as her Daddy, loving and attentive, at least to her. To the rest of the world, he was still sarcastic and withdrawn, silent and a little frightening in his intensity. To his daughter, he was always gentle and caring and that had spread to touch the girl who was always at Bra's side.

Pan had drawn his attention at a young age, as the perfect partner for his child, dark to Bra's lightness, petite, to Bra's tall, slender form, wry and sarcastic to Bra's sweetness and honesty. They were perfect opposites and it made their friendship all the stronger, as if the qualities missing in one were fulfilled by the other, two halves of a whole, creating the perfect being. As a team, the two were unstoppable, getting whatever they desired, Bra by charming and Pan by fighting whoever it was that was keeping them from their goal. When he'd discovered that Pan was training Bra without permission, he'd been intrigued, sensing there was a deeper reason behind his daughter's sudden need to know how to fight, but getting no information from Pan. The girl was loyal to a fault, keeping Bra's secret as if it were her own. He'd begun watching the dark haired beauty almost six months earlier, his interest growing as he saw how she rejected the advances of any man who dared approach her, including his own son. With a few carefully placed, seemingly casual questions to Goku, he had learned she was untouched, though Trunks had been trying very hard to get past her barriers. The turning point, however, had been seeing her take down his General and hold the man's life in her hands within moments after the confrontation began. General Turles had made free with his hands, it appeared and the young guard had taken violent offence, spinning on her heal, catching his wrist and snapping it, then throwing him to the ground and grinding her boot into his throat at an angle that would have made it simple for her to break his neck. In front of everyone in the great hall, she had forced the proud Turles to acknowledge he was the weaker of the two and that she could kill him if she chose. They both knew there would have been no repercussions from Vegeta. The law stated clearly that an offense against someone's person was punishable by death, if the punishment were carried out by the person or the person's protector. Therefore, had she taken his life, she would have been well within her rights.

Impressed, not only by her strength and ability, but also by her vicious attack on the man's greatest weakness, his pride, Prince Vegeta decided that she would be his. And now she was. He glanced back at the father of his intended. Gohan was glaring at him, his black eyes as sharp as those of the Prince himself. Vegeta smirked. "Gohan, I will begin with you."

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