Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ To Punish A Prince... ( Chapter 6 )

Okay, guys, this is chapter 6. I really don't have much to say, except for beware of lemon. On with the story.

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Pan opened her eyes very slowly, feeling as if there were weights tied to her eyelids. The room was much too bright to be her usual rising time. With a groan, she realized she must have slept in and with an even louder one, she remembered why. The cause of her lateness, and all the rest of her problems, shifted beside her, drawing her closer. "Vegeta, I have to get to the training room. Bra will be waiting for me," she said, her breath hitching in her throat as his tail slid up her leg and began to tease her. "My daughter will understand. She has already taken me to task for putting you in this situation," he said, absently, lowering his head to her throat and licking the healing mark. She shivered, as heat flooded her body and she felt herself begin to respond. "Oh," she said, breathlessly. Out of excuses, she gave herself up to his caresses.

Vegeta nibbled his way down her neck, to her breasts, taking one swollen peak into his mouth and kneading the other one with his hand. She moaned and arced her back, her fingers tangling in his thick hair and holding him to her. His teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh of her nipple and pierced the skin, just a little, enough that a drop of blood appeared. She gave a soft cry, though not of pain. The sharp scent of her blood filled their senses, heightening every sensation. He carefully licked away the blood and lazily licked a path to her other breast. Pan's breathing was ragged now, her fingers clenched in his hair, refusing to allow him to pull away from her tortured flesh. He paid exquisite homage to her diamond hard nipple and then made his way lower, nuzzling her soft curls until she opened for him.

His tongue dipped into the center of her and she groaned. Her fingers left his hair and he caught her hands, holding them down against the bed. Her hips bucked and rotated against his mouth as he brought her closer and closer to her peak. Right before she came, he rose above her and slid into her heat. Pan screamed, a primal sound, as her body arched off the bed, shaken to the core by the force of the climax. He rode her wave of pleasure, remaining buried inside her, until her hips touched the bed once more. Then, he slowly withdrew and thrust inside again. A whimper left her as her body immediately began to respond. Barely through with her first orgasm, she was fast on her way to another as he slid in and out of her slick heat. Her breathing picked up and her nails dug into his shoulders as she neared the crest. He felt her body start to clench around him and the tightening of her walls brought him quickly to his release. His head was thrown back and an animal roar left him as he spilled his seed into her womb. Pan bucked her hips and cried out as her orgasm hit her and left her trembling beneath him.

Vegeta rolled to his back, clutching Pan to his chest and carrying her with him. He could feel her limbs shaking as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to a normal pace. He was surprised to find his own body had responded in kind, leaving him breathless and unsteady. He held Pan against his chest as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. Of course he did. She was his mate. His reasons were sound. If harm befell Pan, it would affect him as well. In order for him to be at full strength and power, he had to have his mate beside him. Naturally, he would guard and protect her from all evils. It was nothing more than logic on his part to cherish her. Nothing at all.

Bra raised a speculative eyebrow when Pan walked into her room after lunch had already been served. The two girls would eat together, as usual, without the men, giving them privacy and time to talk amongst themselves. "Hmm, looks like you got more of a morning workout than I did and your dad was pretty tough." Pan flushed. "You just left that one wide open and I'm trying very hard not to take the opportunity," she warned the Princess. "Oh, go on, take it!" Bra dared. "Fine. I bet my dad wasn't anywhere near as tough of a workout as yours was." Bra's jaw dropped, then she started laughing and Pan found herself joining in. For a few moments, she forgot the turmoil her life was in and was just Pan again, sitting with her friend, eating lunch and talking and laughing like girls were supposed to do. "Pan?" She glanced over at her friend. Bra's face was serious. "When you claim my dad, you'll be my stepmother." Pan nodded, slowly. "Yeah, I guess I will. Oh, Kami, this is all so strange," she said, dropping her head into her hands with a sigh. "Do you love my dad, Pan?" Pan's head slowly raised, until she was staring into Bra's earnest eyes. "Bra, this isn't a normal relationship," she began. "I know that. I asked you if you loved my dad." "I don't know. There hasn't been enough time for me to decide that yet." "But do you think you could? Love him, I mean?" Bra's tone was hopeful. "Well, honestly, and don't you dare ever tell him this, but I think I'm already starting to." She made the admission slowly, realizing it for the first time herself as she spoke the words. She was falling in love with Vegeta. That was a good thing, she supposed, since they were going to be mated forever, but it was also unexpected and strange. She had known the man her whole life but had never looked upon him as anything other than the Prince and Bra's father. Now he was her mate, sharing her bed and stealing her heart.

"Vegeta, if you harm my daughter, I will kill you." Vegeta turned, slowly, to face Gohan. The other man was staring steadily at him and Vegeta almost wondered how Gohan dared threaten him, the Prince. Then he realized that Gohan wasn't threatening the Prince. He was threatening Pan's mate. There was a big difference. "She'll come to no harm, Gohan," he said, evenly. Gohan was silent for a moment, then nodded and, having said his piece, walked away. Vegeta glanced at his retreating form once before climbing up the stairs to his father's chamber. Much as he was loathe to speak to the man, the King would need to know of his claiming Pan. No doubt King Vegeta would decide to celebrate the occasion with a ball or something, just to annoy his son. Pan was going to be angry if he decided to announce it before her two weeks was up, but it was a chance he would take. King Vegeta's wrath was not something he wanted visited on his mate, or himself, not at any cost.

"Princess, the King has announced that there will be a ball the evening after tomorrow," a maid told them, coming into the room and curtseying. Bra's brow furrowed. "Why? In whose honor?" "It seems your father has chosen to claim a new mate. The ball will be her coming out," the maid informed them. Bra's eyes grew wide and round and her head turned until she was facing Pan. Her friend's face had gone pale, her mouth open in shock. "I'm going to kill him," she whispered.

"Really, Trunks, join the run. It'll help. You've got to forget about Pan," Goten said, leaning back on the mats as Trunks did pushups. "I will not forget about Pan. I can't. She's like a fire in my blood. I dream of her and I live and breathe her. I will do whatever is necessary to have her." Goten shook his head and wished he could tell his friend why that was hopeless, but he'd made a promise, to keep Pan's secret. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and waited for Trunks to finish his set.

Turles smiled, slowly, listening to the young Prince's words. So, the boy was hot for the little bitch as well. He wondered what it was the girl had between her legs that attracted so many men. He didn't know a man that didn't want her, hadn't dreamt of taking her down and having his way with her. She was like a drug and once you got a taste of her, a word, a sparring match, anything, she was in your blood and drove you crazy. Prince Trunks, however, could be a helpful asset in their mission. If the boy were to find Pan during the Run, he would take her without a second thought, his father be damned, or, more likely, to spite his father. Either way, their purpose was served. Vegeta's claim would be broken and Pan would be fair game. To top it all off, once Trunks had taken her, Turles was sure Vegeta would no longer want her.

Vegeta was prepared for Pan's wrath when he walked into her bedchamber that night. He wasn't, however, ready to find her in her black leather thong, her knee-high black boots and nothing more. She turned as he entered, in the middle of lighting a candle. The flame at the end of the thin stick flickered and died as she moved, but the candle was already lit and the soft orange glow caressed her skin. Her hair was over her shoulders, covering her breasts, but for the tiny bit of nipple that peeked through the midnight strands. He felt himself grow hard, instantly and leaned against her door, sliding the bolt home, before prowling toward her. She smiled and let him get close enough to touch, then held up a hand. He stopped, as if she'd slapped him, her palm less than an inch from his chest. With slow, deliberate movements, Pan put her hands on his chest and leaned against him for support as she brushed her lips over his softly. He groaned and tried to catch her head, to pull her closer, but she slipped away. His hands itched to stroke her curves and he reached out, but Pan evaded his grasp once again. Vegeta growled, low in his throat and she smiled. "Woman, do not play with fire," he warned. "You aren't going to be doing the burning tonight," she replied. Her voice was husky and teasing, as she sidled away from him, her tail brushing across his thighs and the bulge in the front of his pants, tauntingly.

A low growl left his throat and she laughed, lightly. "Take off your clothes, Vegeta." Her order surprised him, but he followed it, stripping out of his clothing and standing before her in all his naked glory. Her eyes traveled leisurely over him and a smirk settled on her lips. "Lie down." He looked at her, suspiciously, but made his way to the bed. His eyes followed her as she directed him to lie in the center of the bed and took hold of one of his wrists, pulling it out and, until it was near the bedpost. His eyebrow rose as she pulled a black silk scarf out from under her pillows and knotted it around his wrist, then around the bedpost. Her eyes locked with his, briefly, as she produced another scarf and tied his ankle to the bottom bedpost. He could have snapped the silk and broken free like they were made of spider's webs and they both knew it, but he let her tie him, spread-eagled, to the bed. She rose above him, dominant, in control and he felt a thrill race through him. He had never been submissive in any way. No one had ever been strong enough, or brave enough, to try to make him. Pan had given an order with the expectation of being obeyed and he had done it. Now she was tying him up and he was letting her. More so, he was enjoying it.

His pulse just a little faster than usual, Vegeta watched as she climbed off the bed and walked to the candelabra she had been lighting when he'd come in, her hips rolling in that smooth, sensual, feline way that only a Saiyan woman's can, her tail flicking back and forth. His eyes followed her every movement as she gently took a candle from the holder and turned back to him, holding the lit candle in front of her. She approached the bed and knelt beside him on the mattress. "Vegeta?" "Yes?" His voice was raspy, more so than usual. "You broke your promise, Vegeta. You told your father…" He nodded. "I had to." "Then you shouldn't have promised. Now you'll have to be punished," she said, softly. His eyebrows rose as Pan lifted the burning candle over his chest and tilted it, so the melted wax poured out of the candle, and onto Prince Vegeta's bare chest.

Don'tcha just hate it when I stop at places like that? Sorry! I needed to take a little break. You'll get more…if you give me reviews!! I know you're reading, people, I can see the hit count rising, but no reviews!! You wanna see Pan and Vegeta get kinky? R&R!!!