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Prologue
Prince Trunks stared at one of the many stars visible from his balcony on his home planet of Vegeta. The star winked and faded, drowning in the treasures of the night, before reappearing with flashing red lights. A slave ship, just in time for tomorrow's auction. A cool breeze ruffled the crowned prince's lavender hair as he watched the ship disappear again into the port; he could smell the palace gardens, blooming in cold light of darkness. Something was coming...the air shimmered with mystery and secrets. He gazed once more towards the heavens, the blue of night reflected in his crystal eyes. Yes he thought...he was on the brink of something...he retreated to his room, waiting for the light of day and the dawn of something great.
Chapter One
"Wake up! Get up you lazy pieces of filth!"
The dark haired girl cracked an eye and looked up at the slave master from her position on the floor. Before she could fully register what was happening she felt a sharp blow to her leg as the master's boot connected with her leg.
"That'll teach you to do what you're told! You'll have to where you're going. Now get up before I have to do it again!"
The girl rose, sore from spending the few hours they had been allowed to sleep on the ship's cold metal floor. She stood waiting for the master to rouse the others, glancing from time to time at her reflection in the luster of the ship's walls. Her dark eyes matched her midnight hair, which both stood out against a pale rose complexion. She had been dressed in the uniform drab olive drape like cloth, which hid her toned body. And then just as suddenly as she had stood up, the young girl found herself on the floor again.
"Think you're so pretty, huh? Well I don't and neither do the rest of the girls. So stop staring! And tell me you're name...you seem like trouble. I'm going to tell the auctioneer to keep his eyes on you."
The girl rose once more from the hard floor, a small bruise forming on her cheek.
"My name is Pan."
"Pan...I'll remember that. Alright you filth...march out to the corridor, and I swear if I hear one sound you'll live to regret it!"
Pan lined up with the rest of the slave girls. She held her tears inside, like she had done her whole life. The sadness stayed with her, circulating through her body. How could she live like this?