Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ Run Away ( Chapter 9 )

Okay, you all know I really didn't like the way the last chapter turned out, so I'm not sure how this one's gonna go. No one responded to my desperate cry for help, so you'll have to bear with me while I try to salvage this thing. Sorry to everyone who's been waiting for this update!

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Pan gasped when they slipped out of the trees and into the clearing. She could see her Uncle Goten's form on the ground, poised over a smaller, paler body. Bra's hair was spread out on the grass beneath her and her terrified whimpers were almost silent as Goten held onto her face with a crushing grip, forcing her to face him. Pan could do nothing but stare in horror as Vegeta moved forward with a growl and grabbed Goten from behind, gripping the younger man's shoulders and throwing him off of Bra's prone form. Goten hit a tree trunk with a thud and rolled to his feet, fire in his eyes. Vegeta moved to meet him, taking a fighter's stance and Pan rushed to Bra's side, kneeling on the bloodstained grass. The crimson liquid was smeared all over the Princess' body, thicker on her thighs and breasts, where Pan could barely see the scratches and claw marks on her pale skin. Bra screamed when Pan touched her arm, then her eyes focused on her friend and she sat up, shaking. Pan helped her to her feet and the two of them looked on as Vegeta and Goten circled each other in the clearing.

This fight lasted much longer, but Vegeta was once again victorious, rendering Goten unconscious with a vicious blow to the temple. Blood trickled from under Goten's black hair and Pan bit her lip in worry for her uncle, but Vegeta gave her no time to check on him. "He'll live," the Prince growled, grabbing her arm with one hand and Bra's with the other and dragging them both back toward the palace.

They made it there without encountering any more Saiyans and, at the doors, Vegeta shoved both girls away from him as if his hands had been burned by their skin. Bra collapsed to the ground with a pained cry and Pan hit her hands and knees, hard, wincing, then looked up at Vegeta. "Veg-" "Go. Now," he ground out and Pan's eyes fell on the hardened length of him. Suddenly realizing that they were all still naked, she groped blindly for Bra's wrist and pulled her to her feet, pulling the other girl into a run, toward the safety of Bra's quarters, even as a tortured cry erupted from the Saiyan Prince behind them.

Bra shivered as the hot water beat down on her shoulders. Her hands slowly washed away the blood that coated her skin and her fingertips gently felt the open wounds made by Goten's nails and the roughness of the trees and the ground. As she rinsed the blood from her inner thighs, she closed her eyes, partly in shame and partly in reverence. Goten had hurt her, ripped away the thin barrier of her maidenhood and none too gently either, but during the second time and, indeed, during the first, after the initial pain had faded, there had been something else. Something she wondered if she had imagined. The sensations he had caused to course through her took her breath away and she dared not speak of them to anyone, not even Pan, unsure if she would be regarded as a freak. Surely one was not supposed to derive any sense of pleasure from being taken against her will. What was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and moved her hand to rinse away the last of the blood. That's when she found it. Her eyes flew open and she looked down in disbelief. There, high on her inner thigh, was the perfect imprint of Goten's teeth.

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Short, I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm a little bit strapped for time and energy right now. Hope everyone likes. As always, R&R and any ideas are welcome.