Author's Note: Hey everyone! After a few years' hiatus, I have decided to rewrite some of the chapters. This is the 1st one being revised, so I apologize about any confusion!
Yet again, Marron was being bustled with and fussed over; she was to attend a formal dinner before spending her first night with Trunks. What was the big deal? It wasn't as if she had never seen him before. She didn't even like him.
The servants left her temporary quarters and she was once again left alone with the nagging thoughts that always seemed to pull at the back of her mind. Uub.
Where was he? Was he even alive? Did he love her, like he had once told her he did? If he did, why wasn't he here to protect her and rescue her from what was to come? She raised a delicate hand to her temple and fought off the slew of questions that ran through her mind. This was all too much too fast.
What was she becoming? She had gone from a strong leader to a submissive whore. She had given in too easily and now the people holding her prisoner thought she had gone soft and that she would be easy to bully around. Things had to change.
A soft knock sounded at the door, spiraling Marron out of her thoughts. She glared at the door. All of this, and now people were starting to knock like she had a choice whether they were going to enter or not.
Goten entered the room, followed closely by a young woman with short black hair; another saiyjin. Why hadn't she responded? He approached Marron and took her shaking hand. "You all right?"
Marron nodded shakily but wouldn't speak. She didn't know what to say and voicing that she was fine would be a lie.
"Well, I just thought you should know my niece, Pan." The girl walked forward and offered a small smile. "I should go, but I'll see you at the dinner tonight." With that, Goten leaned over, brushed his lips upon Marron's pale cheek, and was gone.
Marron turned her attention to Pan; she was the same height as herself with large blue eyes and hair as black as midnight. She also had friendly features, like Goten.
After staring at each other for a few moments, Pan decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry to hear about your fate... No one deserves to have their future decided for them and you were somewhat thrown into this..." She paused looking for the right word, " hellhole."
Marron forced a small smile. "I brought this upon myself. I just have a problem with my self pride thing and my worth being ripped away."
"Ah... you'll fit in fine then. Saiyjins are very proud by nature. As far as the other thing goes… well…" She trailed off and shrugged.
After only ten minutes, Pan and Marron were talking as if they had known each other for years and had just been reacquainted.
"Trunks would have had me, Goten thinks, had he not been so close to him." Pan muttered in a low voice. She didn't know why she was bothering to divulge this to Marron. None of that mattered anymore.
Before Marron could reply, the door opened and Bra was standing in the walk way. "Come on, Marron. It's time to go."
Marron glanced at Pan before being led out of the room and into the dimly lit hall. She stared straight ahead as they walked; trying to think of any possible ways to get out of the predicament she was in.
"You look wonderful." Bra said though a small smile.
Marron considered for the first time what she looked like, not that it really mattered in the long run. She had on a long, slim, white dress; for purity, she guessed. Her hair was in an elegant updo on the crown of her head. "Thanks." She muttered.
Bra led her to another door and announced who she was before the door opened. She walked in and Trunks was sitting on a red chair by a door opposite the one they had just walked through.
He looked up and his eyes lingered on Marron before standing up. He nodded to Bra and she left after giving Marrons shoulder a light tap of encouragement.
She stared at an empty spot on the floor, refusing to meet his gaze. She couldn't give in to the un-admirable desires he has awoken in her. She had to put a stop to everything that had been put in motion since she had been caught.
Trunks watched as she fidgeted under his gaze. Why wouldn't she look at him? He stepped forward, lightly grabbed her chin, and made her look at him.
What he saw in her eyes was resentment and anger. We're back to that again, are we? This was getting old.
He went to kiss her neck, but she was too quick and shied away. "I'm getting tired of your games, Marron." He growled under the look she gave him. "Am I going to have to remind you of your place?" Trunks backed her against a wall and pushed his body against her.
"My place is far away from here" She spat back at him. "I am not one of your little tramps that you can just push around and stick it in whenever you feel the need."
Before she could react, he grasped her throat so she could not move out of his shadow. "We've been over this Marron," Trunks whispered huskily. "You'll be my only little tramp, and I will do with you whatever I please."
Before he had a chance to force a kiss upon her, the door opened, revealing an impatient looking Goten.
"They're waiting for you, ya know." A look of concern quickly crossed his features as he took in the scene. "Everything ok in here?"
Trunks released his grip on Marron's neck. "Everything is fine. I was just reminding Marron that she needs to behave…"
Goten raised his eyebrows. "Let's go then"
As they walked down the hall, Marron mentally cursed herself; she was getting weak and slow. She couldn't fight him off. She would have to be much craftier… possibly manipulative to get out of the prison she had landed herself in.
They entered the dining hall and about twenty pairs of eyes fell upon them, most of them jealous of either one or the other of them. A hushed whisper of human slipped through the room.
Marron was seated between Goten and Trunks, trying to ignore the foot that kept rubbing up against her leg. If only my legs were hairier.
Dinner was over far too fast, as guests began to file out of the room and to their respective quarters.
Trunks stood and offered her his hand, which she ignored, but stood. Slowly, she was led after him out of the dining hall and into the corridor.
"Why do you still pretend you can avoid me?" He asked irritably as they walked to his quarters. "You are mine... Soon you will know that inside your head as well and will no longer be able to pretend."
Marron made a small noise in her throat but remained speechless until they entered his room.
He let go of her arm and turned to lock the door. 'Click'
Marron rolled her eyes. That noise was becoming irritating. She turned her eyes to rest on him but realized he was no longer at the door.
Before she could turn her head, she felt soft lips tracing her neckline and a strong hand pulling her against him. A voice played in the back of her head. Why fight it?
You know what's going to happen. Let it be what it is. Then a different voice made its comment. Because you're better than that. You know it.
She tried to walk out of Trunks grasp, but this only made him hold tighter to his body. He slowly pushed her dress strap down her arm and kissed her shoulder.
"Mine." He whispered huskily as he reached his free hand around to her chest.
Marron was beginning to feel the heat radiating from his body and it was making her feel slightly nauseous. "No..." She protested weakly.
Slowly, he moved her zipper to her dress down the very end of its trail; right above her rear. The dress slid down her pale figure and Trunks lifted his head from her skin to gaze greedily at her delicate body.
Turning her to face him, he led her backwards onto a bed and onto her back. He removed his shirt and climbed on top of her, breathing increasingly harder with every move he made.
Marrons eyes had become large and frightened as Trunks had removed the rest of his garments and positioned himself at her entrance. The fear immobilized her. This was really happening.
Before he could enter her, she rolled over and struggled to get away from him. Trunks growled openly, reclaimed her body, pinned her arms down and forced his length into her, causing her to scream in a mixture of pain and new feelings that she had never experienced.
"No one will help you." He said with a sultry growl of pleasure. She was like nothing he had ever experienced, and he had experienced quite a lot.
She ignored him and turned off her mind as he continued to violate her innocence. Her body didn't seem to know how to react to this need stimuli; shaking with pain one minute and relishing when a wave of pleasure washed over her.
She closed her eyes and prayed that it was all just a dream; that she would wake up and she would find herself back on her own ship in her own room with her own friends.
Before she could have had any inclination of what was coming, another searing pain entered her; this time much closer to her head.
Trunks had sunk four sufficient sized fangs into her neck and was now sucking on her neck and drinking the blood with a thirst he had never known existed.
Marron felt like she had been screaming with pain for days when he finally let his mouth leave her neck, but he was still pumping himself into her aching body.
As if from nowhere, a headache like she had never known exploded in her head. Trunks seemed to be experiencing the same sensation, for he had stopped pulsating into her, but he had not yet exited her body.
A tearing noise echoed through her temples as if a previously empty place was becoming overfilled with something unfamiliar to her. She suddenly felt empty… beyond violated.
And then the pain was gone. Her head throbbed and made her fear what had happened. 'Are you all right?' Marron nearly screamed. She looked at Trunks above her.
He was staring at her with wide, frightened eyes and breathing hard. 'Are you all right?' The voice repeated. He hadn't moved his mouth at all... but that was his voice.
'What the hell happened?' She thought when the voice answered her thoughts, apparently able to hear them.
We're bonded.
