Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ The Plot Thickens... ( Chapter 5 )

Okay, who wants to know what the Midnight Run is? Huh, huh? No, those of you in the US, it's not that thing on Cartoon Network! You'll find out in this chapter, so read on, but if I don't get some reviews, I'm gonna stop updating! So, read and review and you shall be served.

"Pan." She turned to see her father behind her and swore under her breath. He approached her with long, decisive strides. "Yes, father?" "We need to talk." Pan groaned, inwardly. "I can't really talk right now," she said, edging away from him. "I'm supposed to be meeting Prince Trunks in the west garden." Gohan's eyes narrowed. "Don't you mean Prince Vegeta?" The color drained from Pan's face. He knew. "Father, I-" "Stop. Pan, please, tell me he forced you?" Gohan asked and she saw the pain, the disappointment in his eyes. She looked away. "I can't tell you that," she whispered. Gohan was silent for a moment, then he grasped her chin, lightly and turned her head to face him. "If you are to be mistress to the Prince, you will have to stop seeing Trunks. The damage that could be done if he ever found out you'd been with his father is enormous." Pan's eyes widened. "Mistress?" Gohan scowled. "I was outside your door this morning, Pan. I could smell him, clearly." "Father, no! It isn't what you think," she said, grabbing his arm as he started to walk away. "There is nothing else it could be, Pan! He bedded you and you say he didn't force you!" "I am no man's mistress!" she flung back, suddenly angry that her own father would think such a thing of her. Her fingers grasped the collar of her shirt and yanked it down, exposing the mark. "This is what happened, Father," she hissed. Gohan's eyes went wide with shock and he stared, speechless, as his furious daughter turned on her heel and disappeared down the hallway.

Trunks looked up when Pan entered the garden. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes were spitting fire. He grinned. She was so beautiful when she was angry. He stepped forward to meet her and took her hand, kissing the back of it before she could react. With a scowl, she pulled her palm from his grasp. "You know how I feel about that custom. It's just a sad excuse for a man to take familiarities with a woman." Trunks raised an eyebrow. Someone had her in a definite pique, and he knew it wasn't him. "Have you had a rough morning?" "You could say that," she sighed, leaning back on a stone bench. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, moving closer to her. As usual, she shot him an exasperated look and inched away. "The problem is between myself and my father." "Ahh. Fathers can be very infuriating. Especially those in positions of high power, like ours." "Trunks, my father is a soldier, yours is a Prince. They're hardly comparable." "Your father holds the second highest rank in the royal guard, Pan, second only to your grandfather and followed quickly by Goten and yourself. Aside from the royal family itself, yours is the most influential family on Vegeta-sei." She glanced at him, sideways as he continued, "I can honestly say I know how you feel. My father somehow manages to do something to anger me every chance he gets." You have no idea. She blinked, hoping she hadn't said the words out loud. He didn't look at her strangely, so she assumed she hadn't. "Look, Trunks, I asked you to meet me here so I could tell you that we can no longer see each other," she said, finally getting to her point. A look of annoyance flashed across his handsome features. "Did your father or mine give that order?" "Neither," she said, not even bothering to consider that that wasn't actually quite truthful. His father had indeed ordered her to stop seeing him, just in a much more direct, serious manner. Her father had too, for that matter. She scowled. "Well, then why this sudden change of heart? We were just starting to get close, Pan. Why should we throw it all away now?" He was suddenly very close to her, his hands on her shoulders, sliding up to cup her face. She froze when he kissed, her softly and his palms slid down, over her shoulders, to pull her closer to him. His lips were softly moving over hers, bringing to mind the soul-stealing kisses and crushing embraces from the previous night. With something between a groan and a whimper, she shoved Trunks away and stepped back, only to have him counter her movements and grab her around the waist, pulling her pelvis flush against his so she could feel his arousal. Her eyes widened and she began to inwardly panic. "Do you see, Son Pan, what you do to me?" he asked, his eyes smoldering. "I-I, Trunks, please, let me go," she said, trying to pull away. He held her fast, burying his hand in her hair and dragging her mouth to his. She whimpered, pushing against his chest with both hands, but still unable to break the grip of the Saiyan male. His tail was sliding up her inner thigh, the tip brushing back and forth between her legs, and her thin training suit might as well not have been there for all the protection it was providing. In a moment of desperation, she jerked her knee up, straight into his groin. Unprepared for her attack, Trunks immediately released her, doubling over in pain and Pan ran.

She was still running when she collided with Goten. They both fell to the floor, him with a surprised grunt, as he instinctively clasped her to his chest, to cushion her fall with his own body. She stared at him with wide, surprised eyes for a moment and he blinked. "Pan?" As if his voice had broken a spell, she rolled off her uncle and scrambled to her feet. He rose easily and eyed her. "Is something wrong?" She shook her head, then nodded and a hysterical little laugh bubbled out of her throat. Goten's brow furrowed with concern. "Pan, let's go to your room and sit down and talk," he said, leading her like a small child toward her chambers. She was too far lost in her own crazy thoughts to protest.

Goten blinked and stared at the bite mark Pan was showing him. She had spilled the whole story to him, seemingly in one breath and now she was looking at him, waiting for a reaction. He took a breath. "Pan, this situation is totally screwed up." She glared. "Goten, I figured that out all on my own. Now, I need some advice, not to have the obvious pointed out." He sighed. "Well, I don't really know how to help you. I'll talk to Trunks. Maybe I can get him to join the Run. Relieve some of this tension he seems to be feeling over you." Pan groaned and sat down on her bed. It smelled like Vegeta. She stood up again. "Please, Goten, whatever you do, don't tell anyone about this. Especially Trunks." "But Gohan-" "Already knows. It wasn't a pretty sight. I'm expecting him anytime." She didn't look too happy about seeing her father. "Look, Pan, it'll all work out. Just watch your back, okay. Vegeta's got a few mistresses that would kill to be you. And I mean that literally." Goten stood up and hugged her, quickly, before slipping out of the room.

He had been gone maybe two minutes when a knock came and her father entered the room. The two of them stared at each other with identical black eyes for a moment, silent. Then Gohan stepped forward and gathered her into his arms. She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of her father, the scent of safety and security, of bedtime kisses and early morning adventures. Her father had always been a big part of her life as a child. "Pan, baby," he said, gruffly. "I'm so sorry." "Me too, Daddy. I wished I could tell you, but I didn't want you to know, that I- we-" He shushed her. "I know. I understand. I've known Vegeta since I was a baby. I know how he can be when he wants something." She said nothing and he tilted her head up with one finger beneath her chin. "It's okay, Pan. I never truly believed you would be any man's mistress. I was just upset." "Me too." "Look, I need to get to the training room. Your grandfather's brought in one of the new regiments for us to train. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He dropped a kiss on her forehead and left the room, leaving her staring wistfully after him. Blinking, she turned to her bed and fell onto it face down. With a deep breath, Vegeta's scent filled her nostrils and she groaned. The smell of him and the musky scent of sex was enough to rekindle the fire he'd begun in her blood. As if summoned by her thoughts, Vegeta opened her door and stepped inside. She turned and stared. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, even as her heartbeat accelerated and her body began to feel warm. "You may keep your secret for now, Pan, but you will not keep yourself from my bed." His voice was dark chocolate and his movements suggested he was a predator on the hunt and she was his prey. He looked as if he would devour her and strangely enough, she didn't mind the idea of that at all.

Vegeta smiled when she reached for him, on her knees on the bed. He slid his hands around her waist and she twined her arms around his neck, drawing his mouth to hers. The difference was amazing. Gone was the uncertain girl from the night before, whose kisses were hesitant and who feared the things her body was demanding. In her place was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and knew how to get it from him. He in turn now knew the exact places to stroke to make her stretch and purr like a kitten under his hands, her body moving in a sensual, feline manner. One hand slid up her back and into her hair and the other down to press her hips against his. She moaned against his mouth and her tail wrapped around his wrist. Vegeta smirked. It was going to be a long night.

It was nearly dawn when she slept and he held her against his chest, stroking her long dark hair, absently. His mind was on the Midnight Run. It was to be held the following night. The one night of the year when the Saiyan males' lust became a force that was almost unstoppable. No one knew why it happened, something to do with the moon and the way the stars were aligned. He had never participated in a run. He'd never needed to. There had always been plenty of women to warm his bed. Trunks ran, though, as did Goten. Though their wives were dead, Goku and Gohan didn't join the ancient ritual. Those two took a single mistress, quietly, for long periods of time, until either circumstances or differing opinions separated them. They formed relationships with women that went beyond the bedchamber. Bra was kept locked in her room, under heavy guard, a guard of women, on the night of the Run. As far as Vegeta knew, Pan was always locked in that room with her, a final line of defense for the Princess and also for her own safety. Vegeta struggled with the decision of whether or not he would leave Pan with Bra, or have her with him, in his chambers. The raging lust that would fill him on the night of the Run would be hard to control without a woman and he wanted no other but Pan. However, Pan was the best bodyguard he could offer his daughter on that night. A sudden vision of Bra running through the trees with a pack of Saiyan warriors on her heels, ready to take her down and rape her if need be to slake their lust came to him and he blinked. No, Pan would stay with Bra. Any woman out on that night was fair game to be used in any manner imaginable, by any male that could get his hands on her. He would not take even the slightest chance that his daughter would be subjected to such a fate, be it at his own expense or not.

Okay, everyone catch that? The night of the Midnight Run is where all the Saiyan males go crazy and have to screw something. Any female they catch is fair game and they can do whatever they want to her, without repercussions. Got it? K. Now, on to the next chapter…