Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ Telling Bra ( Chapter 4 )

Hmm, okay, let's try getting chapter four in some kind of readable order. There will be a bit more interesting stuff in this chapter and of course, we get to see Bra's reaction to Pan's news. So, here we go!

P.S. kinda a little mental image in there for all you guys out there…

Pan sighed as the hot spray pounded the back of her neck. This was her second shower today, her first having been a thorough scrub to rid herself of Vegeta's scent. She'd worn a high-collared shirt to train, effectively hiding his mark on her neck. She still had no idea how she was going to explain this to Bra, or Trunks, or her family for that matter! She was startled when a hand grasped her shoulder and spun her around. Bra stood there, arms crossed, looking remarkably like her father. "Spill," she demanded. Pan groaned and opened her mouth to speak, only to pause when she saw Bra's eyes grow round and wide. The other girl was staring at something below Pan's chin and Pan's fingers flew to her neck, automatically covering Vegeta's mark. Bra grabbed her hand and pulled it away, running her forefinger over the mark, then leaning close to sniff it, even flicking her tongue against the wound to taste it. Their bodies were close together and Pan distinctly heard her sharp gasp as she recognized the bite for what it was. She stepped back, slowly, her sapphire eyes wide. "Pan. What's going on?" "I've been claimed," she said, quietly. "I can see that. I want to know what happened, Pan, because that mark belongs to someone in my family. Did Trunks rape you? You said you'd never let him in your bed," Bra said, already shaking with anger at her brother. "No, Bra, Trunks didn't rape me." Pan sighed. Bra's eyes narrowed. "My grandfather? That bastard, he thinks he can have anything he wants, just because he's king," she seethed. There was no love lost between King Vegeta and his son's children. Pan shook her head, grasping Bra's upper arms and shaking her a little to gain her attention. "Bra! Stop! Let me talk! This is hard enough as it is!" Bra fell silent, staring at Pan. Pan took a breath and slowly began to talk.

"When I returned to my room last night, someone was waiting for me-" she began, only to be cut off by Bra's outraged cry. "Who was it!? Daddy will-" "Bra! Your father was the one in my room!" Bra froze, her eyes widening, filling with confusion. "Daddy? Pan-" "Don't. Let me finish. He didn't rape me, Bra. I don't think he would ever do that, to anyone. It doesn't matter though. I was willing. I was surprised, but I didn't say no. He claimed me. I didn't know he would. At the time I don't think I cared." Pan's voice was quiet. The two girls were silent under the hot showers, their eyes locked together. "Did you claim him?" Bra asked, softly. Pan shook her head. "No. Not yet. I have two weeks to put things in order before I'm to claim him." "What things?" "I needed to tell you, for one. I'm sorry, Bra, I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear, I never even thought about it before!" she cried, suddenly on the verge of tears. Alarmed, Bra pulled her close, unmindful of their nudity. "Don't cry, Pan! You can't cry! You're the strong one, not me! Please, I'm not mad at you! I know you never thought of Daddy like that! You would never be that manipulative and plotting." Bra's words seemed to reassure her. "You really aren't mad?" Pan asked. "Of course not. It's a little strange, yeah, but I'm not mad. Besides, I know how Daddy is. Once he decides he wants something, he finds a way to get it. And I hear he's really great in bed!" "Bra!" Pan was shocked to hear her talk about her own father that way. Bra shrugged, still hugging her friend. "Hey, I have ears, ya know! It's hard not to hear stuff. So, spill! You're not a virgin anymore! What's sex like?" Pan choked on her laughter. "You sure you really wanna know? It was your dad, after all." Bra wrinkled her nose. "That's true. On second thought, don't tell me!"

Dark eyes gleamed at the sight of the two girls in the shower. They were naked, embracing, innocently. There was no sexual tone to them, only friendship. Still, he felt himself grow hard. The Princess was tall and slender with high, pert breasts and slim hips, while the other, the dark haired bitch who'd humiliated him in front of his men, was full breasted, with sensually curved hips that begged to be touched. Turles breathed in their scent, musky and female, even among the steam of the showers. So, the little bodyguard was claimed by Prince Vegeta. He couldn't hear their final words, but, after an emotional scene of some kind, they both laughed and moved apart, to finish showering. "Spying on the Princess, are we, Turles?" He spun at the soft husky voice. "Krysta," he hissed, as the noblewoman moved closer to him. One of Prince Vegeta's former mistresses, Krysta had also parted her thighs for Turles more than once. Her fingers stroked down his chest and over the bulge in his pants and she laughed, softly. "Having a little problem, Turles?" "Fuck you, Krysta," he spat, softly. She laughed again. "With pleasure," she purred. "You'd better take pleasure in it. It's all you're gonna get from now on," he said, tauntingly. Her eyes flashed. "What are you talking about?" "You'll no longer be gracing the Prince's bed, Krysta. You've been replaced." "By who?" she hissed, eyes narrowed. "The Prince has claimed the Son girl." "That little bitch that is always with the Princess?" He nodded, gesturing over his shoulder at the two girls. She looked and he saw her gaze up and down Pan's form, as if sizing up an enemy. "No, I won't let her have him," Krysta said. Turles raised an eyebrow. "Really? And what do you plan to do about it?" She gave him an annoyed glare. "She hasn't returned the claim. I just saw Prince Vegeta in the training room and his neck is unmarked. There's still time." "Do you really think you're going to get someone to rape the Prince's claimed? You're head is damaged." "Could she be seduced?" Krysta asked, chewing her lip. Turles shook his head. "No. She isn't the type. She was untouched and she fought like a hellcat to keep it that way. I doubt she'd ever succumb to anyone else now that he's marked her." Krysta frowned, thoughtfully, then her eyes cleared and she smiled, maliciously. "The Midnight Run is in two days. If another were to catch her, she would be unable to fight him off. Once she was taken, the Prince's claim would be broken." Turles narrowed his eyes, considering the idea. "It could work, but your plan has one fatal flaw. She has never participated in the Run before and there is no way the Prince would allow it now." "What if she didn't have a choice?"

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Dum, Dum, Dum! Okay, I know what's gonna happen already, and I bet you all have a decent idea too, but I'm gonna put it in the next chapter. So, click on that little link down at the bottom, yeah, you know the one, and go to the next page! Remember, read and review! I need to know what I'm doing wrong before I can fix it!