A.N. Sorry for the wait! I just got off restrictions! Yay!

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Pan awoke to find herself in a room tinted a deep, royal blue. The entire room was graced with this color; the walls were carved from a stone that shared it's rich color with the the bed she occupied, and, as she soon noticed, with the lush carpet that adorned the floors.

As she looked around the dimly lit room, her mind slowly came back to her from the depths of sleep. All that had happened returned to her, quickly eradicating her observation of her quarters. The battle, her capture, her owner, the King...

She shook her head and slowly got out of the soft warm bed. She noted that the red dress was still on. Disgusted, she looked around for something different and felt immediate relief as she saw some type of dresser. She walked over to it, and opened the drawers.

'What in the Hells...'

She pulled out a full-body suit, inspecting the material curiously. It was made of some sort of... spandex? After a moment of contemplation, she figured that anything was better than the revealing red scrap of cloth, pulled out a suit that appeared to be smaller, and changed into it.

As Pan turned to shut the drawer, she noticed something more bulky to be underneath. She pulled it out and held it close to see what it was, and realized it was some type of armor. The piece was pristine white, and she figured that if she were to get herself into any trouble, she would need some type of protection. She pulled it on over her head, surprised when the armor fit her perfectly- in fact; it almost felt molded to her form.

She tested its flexibility by curling into a ball and springing into the air, punching, kicking, and dodging an unseen adversary with practiced ease. She was glad to find that most of her power had returned to her.

Finding the new clothing efficient, she gently floated herself to the ground, landing with ease. With one more look around the room, she easily noticed there was a lack of exits and windows. Only one visible exit door.

She wondered how long she had been asleep as her stomach growled impatiently. She walked over to the door and debated on whether or not she should open it; Vegeta had said that her quarters would be connected to Trunks'.

However, Saiyan hunger was not to be quelled by the bastard. Pan hesitantly opened it, and hoped the purple-haired ass wouldn't be in his room.

She found her luck repetitive, and idly wondered why her Karma was so bad. She found her adversary standing before a great mahogany chest, wearing a body suit much like the one she was in. Being the way she was, she never noticed how his finely sculpted muscles moved beneath the fabric, nor did she notice the perfection that he seemed to radiate. She never noticed any such thing.

The room around her was of the same marble as the rest of the palace, and all the walls were as decorated with art as previously. A large bed covered in patterned black and gray comforters lay to her right. Book cases of gray and black marble lined two of the walls, filled floor to ceiling with books, scrolls, busts, and statues, and in the center of the room was a large table, which, like the chest, looked to be made of mahogany. Pan guessed that the selection of the earth wood was the Queen's doing.

She watched him as he slipped on black armor, lined with silver. What she guessed to be the royal crest was outlined in silver on the front and back of the chest plate. She stepped softly in his room as the automatic door behind her slid shut.

He had known she would come out eventually. Trunks turned slowly toward her, smirking, laughter in his eyes as her own narrowed.

He eyed her form carelessly. "I see you found something less interesting to change into... and that you are finally awake. You've been sleeping for nearly three days now."

Pan nodded her head yes. 'Three days...'

She couldn't help it when her stomach growled much too loud for her comfort, and she bent over slightly in pain. She hadn't eaten for three days. She glared at him as he laughed haughtily.

"Sounds like the dogs are hungry. I guess I'll need to feed the bitch if I want to keep her healthy..." Pan flinched slightly at his remark, and Trunks continued, "And besides, I want you to be in perfect condition when we spar." Pan looked at him in disgust and curiosity before it clicked in her mind.

For now he wanted a sparring partner. She couldn't help the bare shadow of a smile that crossed her face. Love of the art of fighting was something that had not withered inside of her and died.

She watched as he went to a panel of some kind a pressed a few buttons. In no time, there was food all over the center table. She felt her instincts scream at her when the scent of food touched her nose, and she could not resist the impulse that sent her running to the table, mouth first, devouring food.

Trunks looked at her in amusement. He had watched her lick her lips and sprint to the table, and had noticed that she barely seemed to realize what exactly she was doing. The realization that she couldn't control her natural Saiyan instinct of eternal hunger amused him greatly.

Pan continued to eat until she the ache in her stomach began to lessen, she continued picking at things until she grew tired of it, finally turning to the Prince and confronting the question on her mind.

"My Lord wants to spar." She stated bluntly, giving away no emotion in her voice.

He stared back at her calmly the humor in his form replaced with the same iciness she had met him with before. "Yes, I need a good partner. I have seen what you are capable of, and wish to see your power at its greatest..." He let his eyes trail lazily and obviously over her body before continuing. "Follow me."

Revolted by his glance, Pan hesitated. But her mind knew that the correct decision would be to learn to deal with the sickening perversion of her 'Lord', and to follow him for now.

Trunks led her out of his room and into a silver hallway, Pan following at a small distance. He wondered if she had ever trained in heightened gravity before; she seemed to have no trouble walking on Vegeta, which was a little less than twice the earth's gravity.

They had not walked very far when Trunks stopped at a seemingly unimportant place. He turned to one of the walls and touched it, and moments later it opened for him to reveal a large dome-shaped space. She took her time to look around, noting the only significant things to be an exit on the opposite side of the room and a control panel to the right of the door they had come through.

Trunks wasted no time, immediately beginning his stretching routine. He knew that his smart new prize would get the idea soon, and began to let his ki flow freely through his body, feeling the charge to each muscle.

However, she was hesitant to follow. What if he truly wanted a punching bag, and not a sparring partner? If he caught her in a vulnerable position, he would definitely have the advantage. And she already knew he was stronger than she was, and so it would be an easy win for him. She shook off her fears quickly, knowing that displeasing him would only further worsen her treatment.

The Prince watched as his opponent began to stretch and warm her muscles with ki. She was facing away from him, and he couldn't help but notice his nice view of her rear up in the air as she leaned over. She came up again and bent slowly backward into a backbend, her breasts appealingly pert against her armor and suit. However, his enjoyment was cut short as he remembered his father's warning.

"When do you turn twenty?" He blurted suddenly. He hadn't meant to ask her that, but as long as the question was out and she was in no position to deny him an answer...

She looked at him icily, and answered the question in a tone reflecting her gaze, "Two earth months, twenty earth days," she turned her gaze away from him as his obvious excitement at her answer made her wish she had lied. "Why do you ask?"

He just smirked at her. "No reason," he said shortly, knowing the lack of answer would irritate her. "Let's see just how much you can take. Computer, set gravity at fifty times Vegeta's."

Trunks noted that Pan's body slumped slightly beneath the pressure, and that it became harder for her to stand.

"Attack me." he ordered, taking a defensive stance.

Pan felt the pressure weighing down on her shoulders. Fifty times Vegeta's gravity was much greater than fifty times the earth's. It was hard to stand, much less attack. But she knew it would be far wiser to save her more powerful form for later. She charged her ki and in a split second, she was on him.

The calculating Pan flew at him, careful to watch him as much as she sensed him. She aimed a trick, her fist coming at his face before she instantly moved behind him to land a kick to his back, only to find air. She concentrated and she felt him directly above her, and dodged him as he threw a punch, retaliating by flying upward to catch him in the stomach with her knee. He blocked her easily, spinning to knock her to the ground with a blow to her back.

She landed gracefully on her feet, phasing to his level, catching him by surprise with a blow to his back with her fists. However, on his descent, he disappeared, and she found herself concentrating all her being into locating him. He did not try to hide his ki at all, and he was fairly easy to locate. She smirked at him below her, ready to plant her foot on his head.

She felt a presence behind her even as her eyes still saw him down below her. She moved deftly out of the way of his fists that would have slammed her to the ground, and swung her leg into his gut. It landed there, and he retaliated with punches and kicks of his own, speeding up his attacks. The few blows she had landed moments ago were quickly losing their importance in their match as he landed fist after fist on her. Her poor retaliating kicks were nothing, and she was quickly losing any strikes of her own to his sheer speed.

She was forced into a defensive position, and tried to block his attacks, but found she could only block a few. His speed was unlike anything she had ever seen, and she still got the feeling that he was simply toying with her.

They both landed on the ground, Pan slightly more out of breath from their warm up exercise. They had not fought for twenty minutes and already he was finding her weaknesses... It wasn't her fault that her defensive technique was weak against his high-speed attacks!

'Damn him,' she thought bitterly, 'how can he be so fast?'

He smirked at her, knowing full well what had her agitated. "Let's see what you can really do, Son. Computer, set gravity to two hundred times that of Vegeta."

Pan was forced out of flight to the ground as the gravity pressed down on her. He knew what he was going to force her to do, and angrily, she transformed, bringing back the familiar features of her semi-Super Saiyan form.

Trunks raised an eyebrow at her form. He noticed the differences of her form from his and his father's almost immediately. Instead of the raised, spiked golden hair he had when he powered up, hers was wavy and stuck out only partially. Her eyes were a dark pupil-less blue, much darker than the green his became.

Pan watched as Trunks powered up instantaneously, his lavender hair becoming a spiked gold so familiar to her, his eyes losing their feeling to an endless sea green void. Her father, grandfather, and uncle had all had those same eyes. Amazing how such totally different people could have the same familiar features.

Trunks made the first move, and they fought, energy bursting around them as they struck each other, attacking heatedly. Each concentrated on only the other, learning how they fought and trying to predict the next move. They were nothing but energy moving in a fast-paced dance around the chamber, colliding and crashing, the booms from their blows echoing in the room.

The Prince ended the spar, kicking his more tired opponent towards the ceiling before phasing behind her and slamming her back to the floor. She lay on the floor where she had landed, and he landed not far from her, powering down as he ordered the gravity restored to normal. He watched as her blond hair changed back to its normal strait black, then waited for her to stand.

She pushed herself up slowly, and bowed, as she did after every sparring match. She turned away from him, thinking on what she had just learned. He had beaten her, and she would have to accept that. But she knew that her only option was to become stronger than him, otherwise her fate would be to remain under his control forever. And that was not something she planned to do. The beaten woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth before noticing his presence coming up behind her. She turned and looked at him coolly, waiting for him to say whatever it was he had to say.

Her Lord stared directly into her eyes, and nowhere else, surprising her by saying, "You are a skilled fighter; you plan your attacks well, and you can read your opponents easily. However, your defense is weaker than it should be, because your stances are off. You must concentrate on blocking as well as looking for an opening to attack. You look for openings when you should be concentrating on how to turn the speed against me, and your technique is all-around pathetic." she scowled slightly at the insult to her training, but didn't object as he walked behind her. "Show me a stance of defense." She quickly got into the one she practiced her technique with, the basis for her defensive training, and he looked her over. He shook his head once and walked to her, placing his hands on her feet, repositioning them slightly. He ran his hands up her legs, checking how much weight was on each foot. He let his hands glide up her hips, placing them at the right angle.

In truth, he was not trying to get her to react sexually, nor was he taking any pleasure from touching her body. He was a teacher, and she was a student. The Prince was temporarily forgetting her position as a slave and his as a master, though he would later realize the loophole he had found in his deal with his father.

Pan shivered at his touch. It was so strange, having his hands run up and over legs and hips. The feeling was new and frightening... almost... enjoyable. But why?

His hands left her torso and positioned her arms. He was standing behind her, pressed against her in a way that evoked that same unexplained feeling within her. She vaguely wanted to lean back into his hard body, and this confused her. She hated the man behind her with all her being. The things her body felt made her confused and sickened, and she wondered if perhaps he had found a way to drug her.

Pan knew about sex, of course, but had always found the idea rather vulgar and uninteresting, and had never actually experienced or had any desire to experience it. These feelings were new to her, and she didn't know how to describe them. Even as he moved away, the feeling of him stayed against her skin.

Trunks gazed at her pose, glad to see the sloppiness gone. "This time, as I attack you, concentrate on defense, and only keep a slight look out for attack openings. And don't watch me as much, I'm easy enough to sense." Pan snorted as he finished that last sentence. If she wanted to, she could make her own ki invisible to him while she blasted him into oblivion.

Not that he wouldn't be able to dodge it, with that bloody speed of his.

He attacked her fiercely, though more slowly than she really expected. She found this new stance to be much easier to base off, and blocked his attacks more efficiently, even as he increased the speed and power. The thoughts of his hands left her mind as she felt the familiar sense of smugness over having improved her fight style.

As he ended his onslaught and they both completely powered down, she turned hesitantly to him. He was turned away from her, opening a nook in the wall. Pan turned over her current situation in her mind. Her hate for the man before her was as strong as ever, but in order to get a ticket out of this hellhole, she knew she would need to get on the Prince's good side.

"Thank you." She said reluctantly, forced, and angry. He turned away and grabbed a towel, and walked out. She followed him out, not knowing what else to do. However, as she entered the hall, she found no trace of her owner, and the path he had taken to get them to the gravity room was a maze in itself, and she had no idea how to return to her quarters.

"Bastard..." she cursed as she looked around her. He was probably laughing at her now, knowing that she wouldn't be able to find her way back.

Not one to completely give up, the raven haired slave turned down a hall and walked, hoping to see the familiar markings of the Prince's door. She had walked for what seemed like an eternity, completely lost inside of the silver halls.

Taking another blind turn, she found herself in the three hallways that she had seen while going to meet the King of Vegeta.

Her instincts told her to turn back to the silver, for fear of being punished. But she doubted she would ever get another opportunity to freely explore the hallways, so, for once, she let her curiosity guide her. She knew that the silver led to the Prince, and gold led to the King... but where did bronze lead to? She followed the bronze hallway.

Pan found herself mesmerized as she proceeded. The story along the walls was interesting, almost morphing as she stared. The pictures were feminine and flowing, and she soon completely lost track of the turns she took, following the pictures as they wove a story around her, all in shining, polished bronze... She stopped in her tracks and stood, mesmerized, as the beautiful story enveloped her, shaking away all her fears and troubles, and for a moment, she was in heaven, unaware of anything...

And then she felt something slam into her back, knocking her breathless to the floor.

She looked up from her fallen position, and gazed into a pair of familiar onyx eyes.

"Pan!"

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A.N. Yet another chapter that is twice as long as the original. I know the fighting was boring, but hey, I tried. And those of you who have seen this cliffie before, don't ruin it!!!!

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