WARS
By: LonesomePan-Chan
Chapter 1
♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠
Prince Trunks 18
Prince Uub 18
Tapion 20
Goten 18
Pan 16
Marron 17
Princess Bra 16
♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠
The story begins in a small theater/home of Gohan Son, and Videl Son in planet Vegeta-sei. Their daughter Pan Son dances in the theater to win money, and keep the family from poverty. Everyone in this story are full-blooded saiyans. Vegeta-sei is also split in to two empires; the East, and the West. Prince Trunks from the West, and Prince Uub from the East have been rivals for the longest time since children always wanting what the other gained. War was unavoidable.
♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠
I sighed as my mother applied the makeup on my face. Everything had to be perfect. I had to be perfect, for the family business to survive. They depended on me.
My mother moved away searching for black liquid eyeliner. I turned my face a fraction to the side, peeking out of the tinted window connected to the theater room. Men coated all the seats, and the stage in the middle of every single seat; the stage was the center focus of the room.
Videl finally found the eyeliner and turned my face back to her. She applied the thing carefully moving from one eye to the other.
"It's going to be full tonight," mother commented smiling. "Vegeta-sei's prince from both the east and west are going to be watching your show," she was so happy about this. I instantly felt some anger towards her.
"Why must I perform tonight? Marron would gladly love to dance for the spoiled princes," I snapped angrily looking myself over on the dresser mirror. Everything was perfect.
"Because royalty deserves perfection, Marron isn't perfect… you are," she smiled. I frowned.
"No one's perfect, and I still don't want to, but I will for the family only," I sighed moving a strand of hair out of my face.
"It's not the royal family's fault that you do this, why do you hate royalty so much," Videl stated as I stood and went to the room door.
"It's their fault mother, they made us poor. All those worthless wars, they began, but didn't fight themselves," I spat, watching as my mother lowered her head and looked to the floor. I felt the first sign of guilt, but I pushed it away and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I walked all the way down the hallway, taking deep calming breaths. I passed many doors, but was focused only on the one ahead of me. It leads to the huge stage in the middle of hundreds of seats all around.
"Here goes nothing," I sighed opening the door to a room of light. My smile in place as were my hands, which I laid on my hips swaying as I walked into the stage. Applause and howls came instantly.
"Good evening gentlemen," I smiled looking around to everyone. I smiled wider as I found the royals in separate high boxes where they watched from top. "Today we have the honor of entertaining two wonderful princes of Vegeta-sei. Prince Trunks from the West, and Prince Uub from the East. Gentlemen applause please," I smiled cutely biting my lower lip, everyone applaud.
Both Princes stood accepting the applause. Prince Trunks with his long lilac hair, royal dressing armor, lightly tanned skin, deep blue eyes, and full lips, stared down intently at me, catching my eyes with his. I stared back with the same intensity earning an approving smirk from the prince, before he bowed lightly in my direction, and took his head.
Prince Uub still stood, as if waiting his turn. I looked up at him, and looked him over. Black lined hair, honey brown eyes, tanned skin, full lips, and royally dressed armor. He was also staring at me with an intense stare, catching my eyes, testing me, like Prince Trunks. I stared back until he smirked down at me, and nodded his head in recognition, and without a word sat back down.
I curtsied lowering my head in respect, the light that allowed me to see the audience flickered off, and the only light in the room was on me, as I stayed curtsied. I couldn't see the audience, but the could see me. I was wearing a cloak over my real outfit. I was wearing a heavy expensive beautifully made of silver and some other colors I couldn't even begin to describe. I know, I mentioned being poor, but I am not poor any longer, just bitter that I would have to do this for a long time to keep the status, I've finally accomplished a good name for the family.
Music played softly; just behind me the orchestra played their instruments. My hips still low in my curtsy, moved exactly to the music. I stopped feeling the burning of the movements a long time ago, so I was able to stay in the position till the orchestra played a different tone in the music, or note that is powerful enough to move the rest of my body.
Closing my eyes, just seconds before the music exploded in a beautiful burst of sound, always moving, always changing. I moved, falling into the world of movement, and sound. Almost forgetting men were watching me, almost forgetting I was forced to do this for their entertainment, almost in my little sanctuary, but not yet. Not yet.
I lost track of time, but as I opened my eyes to look at the darkness around me, I smiled as I looked up in the direction on the royal boxes, where the princes filled up the seats. I waited for the right tones. My face was glistening with sweat, going down my chin, to the dip down my neck, disappearing into my cloak.
The violins finally picked up giving me the perfect tune to perfectly move out of the heavy cloak. I wore a silvery chain textured; almost see through slit up to the side up my waist, with knee high shorts-shorts under. I wore no shirt, but a slivery bra look alike top. The top was beautifully decorated with gorgeous designs, and small diamonds, here and there. I rarely wore this outfit since it showered too much skin for my liking, but important people were watching me tonight, and my mother taught it a good idea. This top showed off my perfectly formed muscled stomach, perfectly sized cleavage, and long smooth legs.
I felt their eyes on me, even if I couldn't see the young princes, and men, I could feel their eyes burning into my skin. The music sped up and my waist dipped the side low from each side. Faster and faster, until the rhythm suddenly changed, and snapped my chest forwards. I felt the first stirring of rising kis. Good, almost done.
If the men's ki's reached a certain point of power, I was automatically done, no point in dancing for uncontrollable men.
As I was about to end the show, Prince Trunks' ki caught my attention sharply. My skin tingled with his power, as goosebumps appeared all over my skin. I stopped dancing, falling to the ground and kneeling down with fist to my heart, lowering my head as a show of submission. His power was growing hotter on my skin making me sweat. 'Was he angry? With me?
"What have I done to displease you my prince?" I asked keeping my eyes to the ground, feeling him floating just in front of me. "Forgive me if my performance was not to your likes."
"You did not displease me, girl," he said smugly making a whole on the top of my head where he stared intently.
"Prince Trunks! Why have you interrupted my entertainment?" an annoyed Uub demanded standing from his seat, and floating out of his box. Trunks looked back to him, but did not answer his question.
"What is your name girl?" Trunks asked landing in front of me on the stage, I could see his white boots. I fought hard not to look up at his face, and glare.
"Pan Son, my prince, my name is Pan Son," I spoke out. Lights erupted all around the stage, allowing me to see the audience, and orchestra.
"Panny…" he was interrupted by Uub's angry growing ki. Turning he found Uub glaring hell at him.
"What's going on here?" my father demanded as he entered the room, with my mother behind him, and Goten looking around the room confused; he hadn't known I did this.
"I'm simply asking Panny some questions," Trunks stated coolly staring challenging back at Uub, who growled. "Pan, I would like to invite you, and one other family member to my palace. I will send an elite tomorrow morning," he smirked down at me. I finally looked up at him meeting his eyes, which had a dangerous glint in them.
"I would love to accept the invitation my prince, but sadly I can not leave my family. I have to perform to keep the business going," I explained staring back into his drowning blue eyes. My eyes, which were the colors of deep blue oceans, stared at his with some fear.
"I have already arranged everything with your father, you will come with me, I will pay your father everything you're worth for working," he smirked uncaring of what I had said, or wanted. My face snapped to look at my father, how could he?
"Then why did you ask me, prince, if the plans are already made?" I asked feeling my face turn red in the beginning of anger. I didn't let my ki rise; I have more control than that.
Trunks shrugged not answering my question, but turning to an angry Uub. "Don't start anything against me Uub, because in the end, we all know who will lose," with that said Trunks turned and left. Uub looked down at me, thinking of something, before moving his wrist signaling me to stand. I stood, my full height of 5'8. Both Trunks and Uub must have been around 6'1 or 6'3.
"You have talent, great show, Pan," he acknowledged smiling sincerely down at me, before turning and leaving. I stood still shocked as I watched him leave, a prince just game me praise. Maybe they weren't all that bad.
"Pan?" I heard Goten say from behind my parents. I turned ignoring him, but spotting my father, having my rage came through full blast.
"You have sold your only daughter, father," I accused angrily, feeling the tears fill my eyes, but not allowing one fall. Before he could deny and lie, I picked up my cloak, and ran off the stage, hearing the men boo, wanting me back. I ran all the way to my room, locking myself in.
"Pan?" Goten had followed me, knocking on my door. I opened the door forcefully, now having the cloak on covering my body. He came in, and as I sighed expecting him to scold me for doing what I did, but he didn't. Goten walked in only to envelop me in his arms, and hug me tight. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let me go. I began to cry, why is it that when someone shows pity we always cry or feel worse about the existing situation.
"I do this to help my family stay up in status, I sacrificed what I loved to do. I use to love to dance, but now that I am force to do it, and for men's entertainment no less, I despise every second of my life, and I especially despise Gohan Son," I finished my little speech, pushing away from him, and wiping my wet cheeks. "And now he sold me to the crowned prince, what else does he have to take away, I don't have anything to lose now," I shook my head bitterly, turning away from him, and retrieving all the clothes from my closet.
"You have a lot Pan, you just don't realize it yet," Goten tried to make me feel better. I shook my head in his direction exasperated. "Alright, I agree with you that you are treated unfairly, I was shocked when I saw you in those clothes, in front all those men and the princes, but I understand you needed to do it. I also know you do not want to go with the princes, but just think if you go with him you will have time away from your parents to think everything over, and what you are going to do when you come back."
"You always saw the best in the worst things," I smiled nodding my head, "I already thought of that too, that's why I'm not uncontrollably outraged by now, just hurt," I admitted. Goten leaned back on the door crossing his arms.
"Whom are you going to take with you?" he asked, also crossing his ankles. He was wearing first class armor.
"I'm taking…" I pause thinking of asking him if he could come with me, but realizing it was impossible. "I want you to come with me, but I know you can't with your job and all, so I'm going to take Marron. I know she would love to go," I turned back to my clothes, and went around the room looking for a box or something.
"You don't even like Marron, why are you even taking her. All you're doing is ruining you own vacation," Goten said drastically truthfully, I looked at him weird. True, Marron and I didn't like each other much, but I don't hate her, or anything. I could still be around her without getting annoyed... well that's only when she's quiet, which is real rare.
"It's not like I'm going to see her all the time, I know she would love to go, and I don't want to take either of my parents with me, so she'll do," I shrugged kicking back on my bed.
"Then I hope you the best of time, in the prince's palace," he smirked before moving away from the door, and leaving out of my room. I looked after him, and wondered how grandpa Goku was doing, since I forgot to ask; Chichi had died a few years ago.
♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠
AUTHOR NOTES:
What do you think of my new story? I hope you all like, and Review Soon. : )