There is a sexually explicit scene in this chapter. If that makes you at all uneasy, turn away now.

Chapter Three

Some Time Later

"You can do better than that," exclaimed Bra as she blocked one of Pan's assaults. Bra then stopped one of her punches, grabbed her by the wrist and twisted it, burning Pan's skin. She then kicked her the stomach and Pan flew to the other side of the battle chamber. Pan was very sluggish. Bra figured it was because of the 500 extra units of force in the room, or because she was just weak.

Bra caught up with her quickly and pulled her back by her hair. Pan screamed and began to cry. "Is this all you have, you low-class bitch?" Bra continued to taunt her by pulling her hair. Finally Trunks had seen enough. "Let her go, Bra. You can see she does not want to fight." Bra only tightened her grip of the Sayia-jin's silky black hair. "The pampered little tramp CAN'T fight. It is time I taught her, don't you think? She wouldn't last a minute out…" Trunks flew up to Bra and grabbed her hand. She looked into his aqua eyes, which told her instantly what to do. She released Pan's hair and she quickly flew down to the ground and ran out the chamber. Bra snickered and was about to go after her when Trunks stopped her. "All you have done the past three months is torture her. She shouldn't even be coming to our sparring matches, she can't fight. You are just being mean." Bra grabbed her towel and walked out of the chamber, Trunks on her heels. "What do you care? Why so much concern for this spawn of exiles, Trunks?" Trunks nearly spun her around and slapped her, but he could never do that to his sister. He just turned around and tried to catch up with Pan. Bra sneered and continued to her own destination.

Napu was walking through the corridor that led to the training room when he saw Bra. She had just taken her hair out of its holder and let it fall on her neck. The sweat glistened on her forehead and chest, her shirt clinging to her moist skin. He found her most beautiful, as did most men of Vegeta-sei, but there was something about her. He really liked the ruggedness in her, her strength. She was intimidating. Bra noticed Napu out the corner of her eye and turned to him. "Am I needed?" He nervously shook his head and walked over to her. "Oh no, I was just going to train for a while," he said, pointing to his duffel bag. Bra took her towel and put it around her neck. "Well, I just finished my training. Maybe we can spar tomorrow or something. I need something new to do." Napu smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes. That would be great. See you tomorrow." He waved goodbye and Bra continued on. She almost enjoyed his company. He wasn't that bad looking either, and his rank was excellent. But, she could never love him. It wasn't his fault, but that's the way things had to be.

Trunks became frustrated. Pan was not in her quarters and no one saw where she went. It was like she vanished into thin air. Giving up, he decided to go out and relax in the royal gardens. The evening had begun to set in and the wind rustled the leaves of the remaining tree. Saplings had been planted to replace some of the older ones damaged. Earth even donated some trees native to their planet. There was one in particular he liked the most. It was a full gown tree carefully uprooted and replanted. Its trunk was very wide, the leaves wispy and drooping all the way to the ground. The Earthlings called it a "Weeping Willow", and justly so. Trunks approached the tree, which sat on a hill and noticed a figure sitting there.

"I've been looking for you," Trunks said calmly. "I want to apologize for my sister's behavior." He sat down next to Pan, who was looking of into the distance, the daylight chasing after the horizon. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "You know, right here I can imagine I am back at home with the people that love me." She smiled then started to play with a pebble close to her foot. Trunks wanted to do something, anything. He inched over to her and placed his arm around her. Startled, she quickly stood up and backed away from him. Trunks rose and leaned against the tree. "You know, you can confide in me," he said to her. She tilted her head to the side and raised her brow. "You are no different," she spat. "This is the first time you have said something more than an idol greeting to me. There must be something else you want, some other motives. Well, I am not one of your concubines, go elsewhere if you want a cheap thrill." Trunks laughed and she stopped in her place. "Are you mocking me, Prince?" He moved in closer, so close their noses met. He gazed into her eyes, seemingly transfixed. Pan found it increasingly harder to breathe, her composure leaving her. He brushed his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear. "To be honest, I have been watching you. There is a fire than burns in your soul, Son Pan. I want to find out what it burns for." Her eyes widened as her silky, raven hair danced in the wind, mixing with Trunks' lavender locks. He stood back and traced her chin with his fingers, then headed back toward the palace.

Bra finally reached her quarters and walked in briskly. She turned on the light and was startled by the presence of an unwanted visitor. She threw her towel and bag on the floor and walked past Nappa to her bathing room. "My, my princess, you are all sweaty. Not very lady-like." She rolled her eyes, shut the door and began preparing for her bath, but something was amiss. She looked around and noticed her servant was not in the bathing room. She opened the door that linked her servant's quarters to the room, but she was not in there either. Bra slipped on her robe and went back out into her room, where Nappa was still waiting. "Nappa, what do you want and where is my servant?" Nappa walked up to Bra with an evil look on his long, hairless face. "I gave her the day off so we could share a little quality time."

He began to approach her and she tried to back away. Tears began to stream down her cheek and her chest began to heave. "I thought you said you wouldn't do this to me anymore. Please leave me alone," she pleaded through her tears. Nappa cupped her face with his hand softly then pulled her to him. He sneered and used his other hand to cup her breast. Bra trembled, seemingly unable to move. "My dear, how could I resist beauty such as yours," he said as he untied her robe and molested her womanhood. "When my son told me you had just finished training, I knew you would need help cleaning up. You are such a dirty girl." He then grabbed her and pulled her close to his body. She could feel his arousal. All Bra could do was weep. No matter how strong she got, she never seemed strong enough to fight him. He has been tormenting her since she was 10, and she thought the nightmare was finally over. It had only began.

Nappa took Bra by her hair and pulled her down on the floor. She knew what was coming next and her body only went limp. She could not scream or fight, she knew it was hopeless. "Wow, what a good girl you have become. I take it this time I won't have to be so rough." He began to unfasten his pants and pulled them to his ankles. Bra tried to look back and close her eyes so she didn't have to look at her attacker, but he kept pulling at her hair, forcing her to look at him. "Oh, I guess I was wrong about that. Well, dirty sluts like you love to have it rough." He then forced himself into her and she cringed. Her heart felt like it was leaving her, it almost like she wasn't there, but she was.

Empty. That's how she felt. The only thing that filled her was the member of her attacker.

During the act he bit her, licked her, even attempted to kiss her. All she could do was turn her head away in disgust, her only form of physical protest. He continued to assault her until he was satisfied. He left his seed in her, as he always did. He wanted the physical memory to linger as long as he could make it. This time, he did not exit her immediately. She felt his member lengthen inside of her and she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to push him off of her and blast him into oblivion, but she couldn't. Her mind wandered as the tears flowed freely again. Out of nowhere, she felt a Ki, one that was close and could help. With the little strength she was able to muster she called out, "Trunks," in a soft but audible voice. Nappa looked down and sneered at Bra. "You stupid bitch," he said while fixing himself up. Bra slowly sat up and searched the floor for her robe. Suddenly, the door was open and Trunks stood in the doorway.

Trunks looked at Nappa, then at Bra, who was naked on the floor and crying. He then looked at Nappa again and his Ki rose dramatically. "My prince, it is not as it appears to be," Nappa said humbly. He walked past him, picked up Bra's robe and helped her put it on. She was shaking violently and her face was red, covered in tears. He helped her onto the bed and kissed her softly on her forehead. She managed to smile through her tears and then passed out. Something boiled inside of Trunks that he never felt before and Nappa was about to experience it from the wrong end. "What did you do to her," he said quietly. There was no reply. He turned around and Nappa was gone. Unable to control himself, the room began to shake and an aura surrounded him. In the blink of an eye, his hair turned golden and his body more muscular and tone. He screamed out and flew from he room.

Nappa ran through the corridors. He did not want to make his energy noticeable, but Trunks was already on his heels. The orders had already been released to seize Nappa dead or alive. There was nowhere for him to go…except up. He leapt out of the first open window he saw and sped for the horizon. Trunks noticed his Ki and went after him. Before long, Trunks was in arms reach of the rapist and hit him across the legs. Nappa spun out of control for a few seconds then regained his ground. Without a word, he powered up, prepared to fight. Trunks flew in closer, his pupils seemingly missing. "You will die for what you have done," Trunks said assuredly. Nappa smirked and got into his fighting stance. "Vegeta will pay for what he has done. You two brats are nothing but toys for me to play with." Trunks' brow rose and Nappa laughed menacingly. "Well, it doesn't make much of a difference now, since you say I am going to die. I have been plotting with the Earth since the war started. I guess you can even call me a spy. You two made it easy to sabotage Vegeta into loosing battles, and Bra. Well, she was just a hobby of mine."

Nappa's smirk was stopped by Trunks' knee, which had firmly planted itself in his stomach. Before he could recover, Trunks slapped him hard across the face, caught him by his leg and elbowed him in the back. As Nappa spiraled to the ground, Trunks formed a Ki blast in his hand and was about to throw it, but a hand stopped him. "I will finish him off myself," Vegeta said with almost no emotion. "Go back to the palace and tend to Bra. Then, put Marshal Law into effect. Anyone with any ties to Earth will be interrogated. If they are the least suspicious, have them executed." Trunks began to tremble and the look of shock ran across his face. "Surely you don't mean that, Father," he tried to reason. "How are we going to punish people for having family on Earth? This would be a clear violation of the Peace Agreement." Vegeta raised his hand to strike his son, but something else caught his attention. Looking down on the ground intent, he flew down to observe the crater Nappa's body made, but his body was nor his Ki. The ground began to move around him and he yelled out in anger. "Nappa! You will not get away from me you coward," and sped off into the distance.

Later that night

"Where is Father," Bra asked in a weak voice. Her mother held her hand and smiled down at her young daughter. She tried to get her to talk to her, maybe tell her how long Nappa had been assaulting her, or why she didn't tell anyone, but she didn't answer. She would lay in silence, then ask for her father. On the verge of tears, Bulma laid her head next to her daughters and closed her eyes, praying for strength. The sound of the heavy wooden door opening jolted her, and she turned around. Trunks stood in the doorway, his clothes tattered, his eyes mournful. As he walked in, he closed the door behind him and knelt down next to his mother. Bra had fallen asleep again. Bulma had left to get some rest, leaving Trunks alone with her. Every so often, he had to wipe the sweat that collected above her brow before it ran in her eyes. Tossing and turning, she screamed out in pain occasionally, leaving Trunks feeling helpless. How could he have not known this was going on? All the times she tried to tell him, and he just brushed her off. They way she acted when he was around, he could smell the fear. It was all his fault, he though, and he had to make it right. A cool breeze zipped past and he felt a presence in the room. He spun around and saw the figure of a woman. It was Pan.

"I want you to know I had no part in this," she said as she wiped the damp cloth across Bra's forehead. Away in a dark corner is where Trunks sat. He didn't say a word, only watched the low-class Saiya-jin tend to his broken sister. The moonless night was beginning to give way to the first signs of morning. He looked on as Pan cared for Bra, almost as if she wanted to. Again, she intrigued him. How could she be so caring to someone who tortured her so much? The light blue light of morning caught her raven hair in such a way it seemed to be tinted with the hue. As if she was reading his mind, she ran her fingers through her luxurious locks and turned to him. She almost smiled, but Bra began to fuss under the sheets. Trunks quickly rose and sat at her side, trying to calm her down. "Bra! It's me, Trunks. What's wrong? Calm down please." She screamed and threw her arms and legs about. Trunks had to physically restrain her, but she continued to resist. "He's here. He's here! Right here, right now," she wailed through her tears. Pan wrung out the towel and placed it softly on her head. "Who's here, Bra? Only Trunks and I are here." Trunks turned around suddenly and saw none other than Nappa. His shrouded face could not hide his signature Ki, even though it was greatly suppressed.

"You are a fool for coming back here," Trunks said through his teeth, fighting the urge to power up. "You will never harm her again!" Nappa raised his hand and began to laugh. He took off his hood and moved in towards Pan, whose disgust was clear. Her nose turned up and her brown eyes seemingly glowed. At that moment, it all came to Trunks, but he was beaten to the announcement. "Commander, you surprise me. Surely by now I thought you would have completed your mission. I know your father gave you a whole year, but not moving in swiftly isn't your style." Pan fumed and for the first time in three months, her Ki flared. Her eyes flickered from their natural mahogany to a bluish-green and her fists became balled. "You don't deserve to live you scum," she spat as she slowly began to calm herself down. Trunks impatiently pushed Pan aside, grabbed Nappa by his neck and lifted him into the air. Nappa tried to loosen his grip, but to no avail. "Tell me what I want to hear or die," he said without hesitation. With the little air he could muster, Nappa hawked and spit in Trunks' face. With almost a twinge of pleasure, Trunks lowered Nappa and snapped his neck with one hand. Pan looked on as he dropped his lifeless body on the ground and stalked up to her.

She stood firmly as he cast his unrelenting gaze onto her. "I told you I had no part in this. I had no idea Nappa was a lunatic." Trunks' chest heaved up and down as he placed his fingers around her swan-like neck. She swallowed hard and looked dead into his cornflower eyes, eyes full of passion and pain. He tightened his grip, but to his surprise, he could not strangle her. She raised her arms and slowly peeled his fingers from her throat, holding his hand in a painful grip. "Surely you figured out who I am. Don't be foolish and get yourself killed," she said as she tossed his hand to the side. Trunks looked at her, then at his sister and fell to his knees. Pan pulled up the covers around Bra and watched her sleep for a minute. The second Nappa was dead, she seemingly calmed down and was at peace. She then grabbed her robe and put it on. As she was about to leave, Trunks grabbed her by her arm and looked into her eyes, almost pleading. "Where are you going," he asked through tears, concerned. Her expression cracked and she began to tremble. Holding herself together, she took her arm back and looked out into the hall. "Home, where I belong," she said in a hushed tone. For some reason, she felt something for him, a bond with him…but none of that mattered. Without saying another word, she placed her first two fingers in the middle of her forehead and disappeared.