Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Down ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Concentrating brought no connection for Trunks...  Pan was possibly dampening her Ki, so that no one would interfere with what she was doing.  He had no choice but to follow his gut and go to the Police chief and Commissioner to find out what was happening with Pan, and maybe save them from her temper.  Gohan agreed and Goten would follow.

Goku worried that Pan had hurt someone unnecessarily.  She would have to learn to control her unruly anger.  Perhaps he needed to spend more time with her to help her control her urges just as much as to control her Ki.  She must be so upset dealing with all the things that she had been going through.

Bulma could not help but feel concerned.  Stories were unbound and speculations were running rampant.  In addition, the men in her life were of the thought that they would know if something was wrong, if only by the raised temperament of Pan’s Ki.  She could not even express her doubts; they left to see if they could find Pan.

He watched silently.  He too was not overly worried for Pan’s safety.  She would do what it would take to survive.  She was trained and, well, a Saiyan.  However, Bulma was chewing on her cheek. Bulma was worried, but had not given voice to her concern.  “What are you thinking?” he asked.  He could not see past all the things that ran through his mates mind all at the same time.  

She looked at him with concern, “I was wondering if we are fooling ourselves.  Otto Shen has taken the Ki restraints, and he is connected directly to the Yakuza.  How deep, how far is the reach of the Yakuza?  Was Videl just a pawn in the play?  Could her own precious Police and Commissioner be a part of the levels of deceit she was trying to fight?  I don’t know but they took Pan into custody, what if they have those restraints?  What then Vegeta?  I doubt we would ever feel Pan’s Ki.”
Vegeta had not followed that line of thought.  Therefore, it settled uneasily on his mind.  It would be worrisome if the reason they could not sense Pan was because she held against her will with Ki restraints.  “You have been working on them what improvements you have made Bulma, explain to me now.”




She was led into the large compound.  People passed her by giving her only slanting looks.  Sargent Mishuko dragged her off to a hallway and pushed her inside of a large room.  If it had mats on the floor, it would resemble a dojo….  A mirror ran the backside of the room.  It did not take long for their host to appear.  Huro Shinoda was not that big of a man.  However, he did give his son his looks.  Kato was taller than his father was.
“You are Son Pan?” he asked not expecting an answer.  He looked away to speak to his assistant.  

Pan spoke to give voice, “I am.  And I would like to apologize for hurting Kato; I had only wanted to get away from him.”  She sounded sincere to her ears.  She could eat crow and get out of here.  The cuffs were really irritation her and if she stopped and think she would be worried.  She had to keep her head.  

“Thank you, Sargent, you can go.”  Huro did not even acknowledge Pan.  This was fortunate for it made her angry.  Pan’s Ki stated to rise.  Her wrists tingled from the affect but held true.

Mishuko did not need to be told twice, he left.

“Hey take these damn cuffs off!”  Pan yelled at him.  However, the Sargent did not even look back.

Pan turned to Huro, “I don’t suppose you got a key?” she aksed irritable with much sarcasm.

“I don’t, but Capsule Corporation might.  We just borrowed them for you.  Tell Ms. Son, can’t you get out of them?”

“Why?” she asked realizing he was looking at her like, she was pathetic.

“Because you can go if you are able to get out of them, seeing that I don’t have a key.  You have apologized, what could possible keep you here?”

It was that voice, the snarky self-assured rhetoric that she hated…  No one was going to let her go.  She pulled her hands apart and tried to pry the metal.  Nothing happened, she had tied before, but anger was sparking her try.

Her concentrated effort was wasted.  Huro approached her and grabbed both arms, can you break free?”

“No.” she said.  Frustrated.

“Good.”  Then he slapped her face.  Pan had not paid attention.  Her frustration made her answer him and she never looked up to see the slap.

“That’s for slapping my Kato.”

“Grrr,” Pan growled out, this man was so on her list now.

“You’re a very intriguing character, and quite the troublesome girl.  If you were my daughter, you would not be working at a strip club.  All that money and family name.  You are not one of those girls that come from nothing.  Why work at my club?”

Pan refused to give an answer; she just stared memorizing this man’s face.  He was leading to something, and she wished he would get on with it.  In her head, though she was trying her best to reach out with her mind….  She was in trouble, the Ki restrains were not budging, and she felt the drain of energy each time she pulled at them.

Another slap to Pan’s face jolted her.  Once was justified given the nature of the man.  Twice was not acceptable by any means.  Thought of her pulling his arms from his socket gave her enough joy to mask the fact that the second slap actually stung.  She must reserve her energy   if they were going to hurt her.  The only hope for them was to kill her, they did not know this.

Her confidence soared though, “What do you want from me?”  She asked hating the pleading in her voice.  

“You need to be put into place.  You know what you have done to my family?  Let me explain.  Kato broke off his marriage to his fiancé because of your latent ability.”
“What are you taking about?” she aksed.

“Are you dense or just insolent?”  He pondered.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The fury that enrage Huro, normally would have amused Pan.  They probably knew about what she could do with her Ki.  Maybe they realized that she had taken out quite a few men at the club.  They obviously knew about her Ki.  Kami she needed her anger, fury, and hunger to get out of there.  Concentration even more she thought out of herself.  She imagined calling to anyone who could hear her.

“Gah!” he yelled round housing Pan in the stomach.  
Damn she thought I could still use my senses, Pay attention Pan.  She scolded herself.  The kick did not cause her to fall, but she could not use her hands to free herself, she decided to test the rest of her body.

She charged Huro.  And twisted to kick him.  He blocked her but the howl led her to believe that she had probably broken his hand.

She could feel oncoming Ki’s rushing the room.  However, no one came in.  The scent in the room changed and Pan did not notice it until she was dizzy.  Another kick to her stomach made her fall this time, and her hands were of no use to save her form face planting to the ground.  Something was wrong.

The pressure from behind her head gave her a nostalgic feeling.  Someone was take her energy form her!  Her eyes closed unwillingly as a black veil covered her eyes.

“She whispered, “Kami forgive me.”

Her long dark road, it laid before her.  Pan wondered if she should move forward or just stand where she was.  She found that she could think better, so she must be somewhere.  The power she had hungered for had warped her humanity.  She was not strong enough.  She was hardly a Saiyan and she count not transform.  However, Saiyan instinct still burned with the hunger.  Humanity had kept her from taking what she needed and wanted.  The Yakuza was just bad enough to earn them her choice of food.  She needed to kill them.  However, she was trapped.  Someone would find her.  Pan only prayed that she was awake to see them torn and killed.  She would not let them take her so easily again.  Stories of a burning Transformed Super Saiyan made her feel happy.  The vengeful Super Saiyan would not let this incident go without punishment.  

Pan felt a sudden jerk and she was pulled from her happy place.

Waking after being drugged was surreal, she did not understand why she was kneeling, or how had her clothes been torn from her body.  Her eyes widened as she became aware of what was around her.  The room buzzed with at least ten Ki’s.  Then there in the center was Kato.  Pan looked at him, tried to yell an obscenity, but realized that her mouth was taped.  

There was a sudden jerk and she screamed silently in to the sticky mesh.  They had her cuffed hands tied with roped and pulled forward; she was now prone, face down.  Landing hard on her jaw, she tried to roll over to her side.  The cold hard floor offered no comfort.  
She powered up to break the binds, but it served no purpose.  What did the Briefs need with these damn things?  She felt the dizzying effect of wasted energy.
The first hand reached for Pan’s backside.  She stiffened, “Ah you going to like this Babycakes, you should relax, or it’s going to hurt worse.”

Then a fist plunged deep into Pan’s dry passage.  Nothing had ever hurt her as bad as this.  

Hoots and cheers went up, as each man had a go at Pans’ unwilling body...




In the middle of arguing with Police Chief Fushuki, Trunks was about to call his attorney and get someone to find out where Pan was.  Gohan was tethering on going mystic and decimating the station.  Goten looked on wondering which Saiyan he would have to back up.  Chief Fushuki looked about as aware as a fruit fly.  The cry that came from Trunk’s mouth was unexpected as much as unbelievable.  He had never heard such a primal sound.

Trunks slumped to his knees as some unknown or unseen force had rendered him useless.

Gohan stopped talking mid word, and went to the young man.  His heart lurched in his throat.  Memories of Videl’s demise strong in his heart and mind.  Only such a pain would drop a Saiyan.

“No Trunks,” Gohan pleaded wanting to hear that Pan was not gone.
The maddening look of a Saiyan, flashing Teal eyes….
Gohan pulled him and streaked from the precinct.  Goten trailing sensing Trunks heartache.

Outside in the fresh air, Trunks regained some semblance.  However, was not in control yet.

“She’s not dead, but wishes she was.”  He said.
“Go, go to her use this link…”  Gohan said with barely a controlled voice.
“Trunks I will bring everyone, they won’t live.”

He looked over at Goten and saw that  look.  Goten would not leave Trunks side now.  The two had a close bond.  Whatever Trunks had felt Goten had seen part of it.  Gohan had to keep cool or lose everything.

Flying hard and fast, Gohan got a sense that something was wrong elsewhere.  He did a Ki check on those he considered family.  Nearing Capsule, the large explosion stopped him short in flight.  Scuttling as fast as he could among the confusion, the horrid screams of people running from the Capsule home; none of the men were familiar to him.  However, the hollering of Bulma was as loud as ever.
“Vegeta do not destroy my house just to kill them.  Fucking aim your blasts!

It would have been amusing if the reality of the situation were not so grave.  
“The Yakuza?” he asked of Bulma.
“Assassins, in my house.”  She laughed.
The look on Gohan’s face made her realize that things were not that funny.
“Is Pan alright?”  Bulma asked worried now.

“I don’t think so.”  
Gohan looked toward Vegeta, “We got to find Trunks and Goten, something has happened to Pan, I think it’s tearing their bond.”

Vegeta nodded his head.
“Bulma call my father; have him bring you and Bra to the lookout”