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There is violence, some situations related to rape, strong language, and probably lemon in future chapters (if there will be some)
"I couldn't tell him no"
by Channonix
Part VI
" Vejita-san..."
Pan's dry lips were moving slowly, forming an unintelligible word. Gokou
leaned lower over her face to try to catch something from what was she
saying, to no avail. He sighed, sitting straight back.
A few days ago Pan hadn't woken up in the morning. First Videl had
thought that she had been just tired, as she had said her past day herself,
and needed to sleep more than usual. But when she hadn't came down for
dinner they had begun to worry. They had been trying to wake her up, but
she had remained unconscious. Gohan had examined her, but the only thing
he had found had been a weird, barely healed wound at the base of her neck,
which she had been hiding under bandana, with a clearly visible pattern
of sharp teeth. It could have been the possible cause, but the wound itself
wasn't dangerous and Pan was completely healthy. But no matter what the
cause was she was still unconscious and they couldn't think of a way to
wake her up, one thing they could do was to take care of her, watch over
her night and day, watch like she was getting weaker and weaker... She
hadn't eaten or drank in that few days and it seemed it was getting to
her, her once nicely pinkish cheeks now pale, her lips dry and moving,
still moving and forming that one word she had been repeating since the
beginning. Gokou was trying hard to concentrate and guess what she was
saying, but he couldn't, it was a weird word. He reached his hand to touch
her forehead, it was warm. She was getting feverish, probably because of
her weakness... Gohan had been right this morning, they should have taken
her to the hospital, they should take her there now. He stood up and went
downstairs to tell the rest he was going to teleport there with her.
Vejita moved his hand to his forehead. He could feel even through the glove that it was warm.
" Damn..."
He could hear Chibi's calling in every single part of his mind. He was hearing it constantly for a good four days. Was she trying to make him losing his sanity ? Damned brat...
" Damn..."
His stomach had stopped growling two days ago, changing into a tight knot instead. His throat was burning, his dry lips bleeding constantly. He was grateful for this. He could at least drink his own blood. But he needed to get something more to drink soon, as well as food. How much longer could he lay on the ground like this, unable to move, unable to sleep, unable to think. Wasn't the damned brat going to stop calling him ?
He sighed deeply. He knew he could move, it was physically possible, but he knew as well that if he would stand up he would walk to her, if he would blast into the sky he would fly to her. He knew that if he moved, his body would take him to her despite the protests of his mind. He just knew. It was taking all his trained self-control to even lay like this, not giving in to the power of the bond, telling him to answer at her calling, to go to her, to stay close to her. He couldn't !
" Damn..."
He couldn't decide anymore: was he grateful for the bonding with the
brat or quite opposite ? She was helping him, she was warm, comforting,
bright. It was good to feel her presence, to share her warm, childish dreams
and memories with her, to have her enlightening his own. She was providing
him with many things he had never had, and he was used to taking all that
was given to him.
But not to give what was his, to sacrifice, to do someone else's biding.
" Damn..."
He was better than to obey a brat like her. He knew that if he would obey once he would have to obey again and again, over and over again. They were mated, yes, but he wasn't her servant, he had claimed her, she was his, she was supposed to do what he wanted her to do, not the opposite.
He wasn't that sure about this either... He could feel her feelings, her longing for him, her growing need to help him, his heart was ripping inside just hearing her pleading voice saying his name in his mind over and over again...
But he still had his pride.
If he was already mated with Kakkarotsu's spawn and couldn't change
it, he was going to profit from it the most he could, he was going to be
the dominant, always, he wasn't going to let her change it or be equal
to him. Damn, they weren't equal, she was a third class, he was the prince,
she was a quarter-breed, he was full-blooded, and she was just a child,
for Kami's sake !
She should have been afraid of him, not feeling sorry for him. He had
scared her in the beginning, he had had her where he wanted her, but then...
He shouldn't have let her get into his memories, he shouldn't have scanned
hers, he had gotten too close to her, but yet again, how to stay distant
with someone who's constantly present in your mind ?!
" Damn !"
For the briefest moment his eyes flashed turquoise, but he was already too weak to turn Super Saiya-jin for longer. Soon, he would be too weak to do anything, even stay conscious and alive. Wasn't she going to stop ?! If only she stopped calling him, he could stand up...
Deep inside he knew she wouldn't stop. Deep inside he knew it wasn't even her own will that was making her call out for him. They had to be together, close, because of the bond. She wasn't going to stop as long as she would be alive. He could only wait and hope she would be the one to die first, which wasn't too sure. There were people that were taking care of her, he was alone. There left only one thing to consider: give into the power of the bond, let the brat control him through it... or rather die. But if he was going to die from hunger lying here, then what a sense had been in mating with the brat in the first place to save his life after the fight with Kakkarotsu ?
" Damn !"
He was going to go crazy soon...
All that thinking... it was useless... He hadn't any other choice but to go to her in the end no matter how much and for how long he would be fighting it, his pride would be fighting it, because every other part of him wanted it, longed for her...
But how ? He couldn't get close to her without letting Kakkarotsu know he hadn't killed him... He couldn't kidnap her because it would have hurt her mentally and he would have been feeling every bit of it himself... There was no way.
However, Kakkarotsu, from what he knew about the baka, was soft enough
to forgive him despite what he had said when they had been fighting...
If he would seem sorry enough and willing to improve probably Kakkarotsu
would let him live with his family, there was no way he would tell him
no if he would say he had nowhere else to live, if he would beg...
But to feel sorry, willing to improve and beg definitely wasn't his
thing.
" Damn !"
He closed his eyes. He was going to stay where and like he was for as long as possible, though he knew that he would do this eventually, he would go to Kakkarotsu and blame himself once again in front of the third-class baka, just to get close to his grand-daughter he was unfortunately mated with... Damn...
" You're pitiful, you know." He whispered to himself, slowly staying
up.
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