Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ The Midnight Run ( Chapter 8 )

Okay, here goes, the one you've been waiting for! The Midnight Run!! Thanks for the reviews, guys and enjoy…

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Pan glanced at the window and cursed under her breath. She was quickly pulling on clothes and shoes, opening her door just a crack, to make sure the halls were empty of men. Seeing her way was clear, Pan sprinted down the hall, around a number of corners and down countless corridors, until she reached Princess Bra's room.

"Bra, lemmie in," she said, pounding on the door. The heavy slab moved back and Pan slipped inside. Together, the two girls pushed the door shut and slid the bolt home. The silence of the palace was eerie, as the men slept, waiting for the moon to rise and the women locked themselves away. "Do you think Trunks and Goten will run tonight?" asked Bra, sitting on her bed and wrapping her arms around herself. Pan shrugged. "I hope so. Maybe Trunks will claim someone and I won't have to worry about him anymore." Bra shook her head. "No. He won't claim anyone, not as long as he believes he still has a chance at you. He's used to getting whatever he wants and he's wanted you for a long, long time." Pan glanced at the window, and saw the blood red sky darkening to an even deeper crimson color. The moon would be up soon. She shivered.

Krysta glanced at the serving woman. She was shaking with fear as she carried out her final duty of the day. The moon was close to rising and the woman was rightfully afraid, tiptoeing along the hall with a tray, bearing Prince Trunks and Goten's drinks. They would be set in the alcove outside their doors to be found when they woke. Krysta approached the woman. "Let me take those. Get back to your room and lock up." The girl's eyes went wide and round. "Oh, no, milady, I couldn't let you-" "I've ordered you to give me the tray and leave, girl," she said, in a harsher voice. The girl swallowed hard and handed over the tray with a nod. As soon as she had scuttled out of eyesight, Krysta took a vial from within her pocket and emptied half of it into one glass and the other half into the second glass. She had no way of knowing which glass the Prince would choose, so she drugged both. Once the contents of the vial had been consumed, both the Prince and the Son boy would be oblivious to everything but their lust.

The drug alone would at any time produce the same effect as the Running Moon. When taken on the night of the Run, it would wipe any trace of the man away, leaving in his place a mindless beast, intent only on satisfying the burning in its loins. After drinking this, the two young men would be powerless to control themselves. Setting the tray on the ground outside the door, Krysta tossed a glance around and moved quickly away.

Pan and Bra both looked up when they heard the pounding on the door. "Who is it?" Bra called out. "Please, Princess, you and your guard must come quickly! It's the Prince! He's injured!" came a female voice. They glanced at each other and Pan called, "Which Prince?" "Prince Vegeta! Please, you must hurry! His life is in grave danger!" Pan leapt to her feet and started toward the door. Bra followed grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "Pan wait! My father ordered us to stay inside tonight. It's suicide to go out there," she hissed, furiously. "I can't let anything happen to him, Bra. He needs me. I'm going." "Then I'm going with you," Bra decided. Pan shook her head. "No. You stay here, where it's safe." Bra's jaw clenched. "Forget it. I'm going." Pan stared at her for a moment, taking in the cold steel in her blue eyes. "Fine. Let's go." The two of them turned to the door and Pan unlatched it. Before they could react, the door burst open and a handful of people shoved their way inside. Pan felt strong hands on her throat and tried to pry them off. She searched for Bra, frantically and saw her being wrestled to the ground. Black waves rolled into her vision and Pan lost consciousness.

Vegeta glanced up when he heard the sound of his door being unlocked. He had ordered himself barricaded in the previous night and his eyes narrowed. The lock on his side had not been engaged and the door slid open. A woman's slender form appeared. "Krysta, leave this room, now," he growled, recognizing his former mistress immediately. He had just woken and he could feel the pull of the moon already, his loins tightening and his blood beginning to hum. "But, my Prince, I wish to relieve your discomfort," she said, gliding toward him. "Leave, Krysta," he ordered again, the growl in his voice growing more distinct. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, until his blunt nails dug into his palms and blood trickled to the floor. She continued to advance, until she stood only inches from him. "Prince Vegeta, let me see to your needs," she purred.

Pan groaned as she woke and squinted her eyes at the brightness of the moon. The moon. She sat up, wide awake. Bra was beside her and they were outside, in the trees, far from the safety of the palace. With wide eyes, she rolled to her knees and crawled to Bra's side. "Bra, wake up," she whispered, shaking the sleeping Princess. Bra groaned and her eyes slitted open. "What's going on?" "I don't know, but you have to get up right now. We're outside, Bra." Bra sat up with a gasp. Gripping her friend's hand, Pan stood up and pulled Bra to her feet. "Let's go. We have to get to shelter, before-" An animal howl split the night air, but the primal sound had not come from a forest creature. The animalistic roar had been torn from the throat of a Saiyan male, one the two girls knew well. "Trunks," Pan whispered, paling. A following roar of need had Bra gasping. "That's Goten. What's wrong with them?" "The Running Moon," Pan said, her grip on Bra's hand tightening. "No, it's something more. They've never sounded like that, even during the Run," Bra argued. "It doesn't matter, Bra, we've gotta get out of here," Pan said, tugging her toward the trees. "Too late," Bra gasped, her eyes going very wide. Pan spun around and saw Trunks and Goten slinking into the small clearing. Their eyes were hard and cold, the light in them terrifying, as they moved toward the two girls. "Bra, run, now," Pan said, shoving her ahead and breaking into a run. Bra whimpered as she kept pace with Pan, fighting the urge to glance back. They could hear the two men crashing through the brush behind them and Pan was struck by the sudden thought that they were playing with them. Goten and Trunks could easily outdistance them. This was just part of the Run for them. The hunt, the chase and the kill. The instincts were primal and they would follow the script, chasing down their prey, before they took what they wanted.

"Vegeta," Krysta whispered, sliding her hands up the Prince's chest and over his shoulders. He tensed under her touch as her lips brushed across his jaw. "Krysta, leave me at once," he ground out, his body trembling. "Please, Vegeta. You know you need me," she breathed. "I need no one but my claimed." "I can make you forget her, Vegeta." A growl rose up from his chest as he gripped her upper arms and set her away from him. "Get out. Now." His chest was heaving, sweat coating his skin, as he struggled for control over the instincts that were screaming at him to take her down and fuck her. "You won't want her after tonight. Once they are through with her, she'll be nothing but another whore," Krysta hissed. Vegeta grasped her hair and dragged her closer. "What are you talking about?" he demanded. "Your little bitch is out there right now, meat for the beasts. It's too late. They'll have already caught her by now." The roar that came from him was not the least bit human as he threw Krysta to the ground and ran from the room.

She hit the ground with a thud and a grunt, Trunks' weight pinning her to the dirt. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear. She felt panic rising in her chest. Somewhere nearby, she heard Bra go down under Goten's attack, a short shriek leaving the Princess' throat. Trunks' teeth gazed the skin of her throat and she gasped, jerking away so he couldn't bite her. Vegeta! She screamed for him, both verbally and mentally and prayed he would somehow hear her.

Pan. It was almost as if she had called for him. He heard her voice in his head, felt her panic and fear and ran faster. The night was full of scents, screams and howls as the Running Moon took hold of the Saiyans, freeing their primal urges. Vegeta's nostril's flared as her scent drifted to him on the wind. "Pan," he whispered, smelling the distinctive scent of her body and the unmistakable smell of a rutting male. In a low crouch, he moved quickly toward the scent and the sound of a struggle.

Pan struggled under Trunks' weight, scratching and biting and kicking as the Prince pressed her into the ground. Gasping for breath, she tried to scream, but found she had no air left in her lungs. His hands were all over her, tearing her clothes, pawing at her flesh. She faintly heard Bra's muffled cries and the crashing of the trees and brush as she was carried away. Pan forced her eyes open and looked up at Trunks. She saw no trace of the man she knew in his eyes. They were flat, blue steel, driven by lust and animal hunger, as he tore away the barriers that separated their skin. His hand closed over her throat and she fought for air, even as she felt him pressing between her legs. No! Her mind was screaming and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She managed to shove his fingers off her throat and drew a sharp breath. "Trunks, no, don't do this," she begged. Trunks didn't reply, or even acknowledge that she'd spoken. Sobbing, Pan let her head fall back and stared, bleary eyed at the moon, willing him to hurry and get it over with. There was no fighting him, he was too strong and too intent on his purpose.

She blinked when she saw the figure step into her tear-blurred vision. Vegeta, she thought, closing her eyes. The weight suddenly left her chest and she rolled to the side, gasping, looking around. Her eyes fell on Vegeta and Trunks, not five yards away, locked in the embrace of battle. The struggle was over quickly. It didn't take long for Vegeta to throw Trunks to the ground with enough force that the younger man didn't get back up.

With a low growl, Vegeta crossed the clearing, grasping Pan's arms and dragging her to her feet. She slid her arms around his neck as he nuzzled her throat, his teeth grazing over the already healing wound. His arousal pressed, hot and hard, between her thighs and she parted them, wrapping her legs around his waist, granting him access and he slid smoothly into her.

Their coming together was heated and rough, purely animal instincts driving them both to completion. As she peaked, Pan nearly screamed and, without thought, sank her teeth into Vegeta's throat. He cried out, hoarsely, clutching her to him, as she returned his claim and finalized the bond.

A thousand suns exploded behind Pan's eyes and a flood of thoughts and emotions crashed over her. She saw Vegeta's memories as clearly as her own and, in that moment, she understood him better than anyone else ever could. She felt his feelings, knew his thoughts, experienced his senses. She smelled herself and the musky scent of sex on the night air, along with a fainter scent, one that was so familiar it was eerie. A tugging at the back of their minds drew her attention. Bra. She gasped and Vegeta growled as the realization hit them both. Bra was still out here. Vegeta grasped Pan's arm and lifted her smoothly to her feet. She stood on shaking legs, looking around, frantically for any trace of the Princess. Vegeta closed his eyes and she saw him draw a slow breath, taking in the scent of the night air. "Vegeta, hurry. Goten has her and he's not himself," Pan said, softly, knowing he would be able to sense her urgency through their bond. "It is the night of the Running Moon, Pan. No one is himself," Vegeta said, still searching. "No, this is something more. You're still here, I can still find you under the beast. Trunks and Goten are gone. There's nothing left of them." Vegeta's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to speak, only to pause as his daughter's essence filled his nose. "There. She's that way," he said, pulling Pan toward the trees. She followed silently, holding onto his wrist. She had no desire to have another male chasing her through these trees.

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Hmmm, okay, that didn't turn out the way I pictured it. Not sure if I really like this chapter, but there it is. Feedback, please. I would love someone to help me rewrite this chapter, so I can repost it. For some reason, it just doesn't strike me right. Please, someone give me a hand…