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-----Prologue-----

Grass tickled her lightly as a breeze washed over her, waking her from a restful sleep. Pan felt the rays of the sun beam down on her skin. It willed her to open her eyes, to enjoy such a wonderful day, and without much of a fight, she obeyed, welcoming the summer's weather.

It was near the end of May in Tokyo, the first day that reached above 70 degrees Fahrenheit after the long, harsh winter that rode out through spring. It was almost the perfect day, a slight, warm wind, about 78 degrees, with the sun hung high and proud in the sky, surrounded by an ocean of light blue, with not a cloud in sight. In the middle of the busy city was an under populated park, a small, fenced in area with well-kept grass and a few cherry blossom trees to accompany the cozy, tourist attraction. It was a small park, perhaps only a few acres squared, but it came with a small section with a two-seated swing set complete with a slide and small sandbox. Along the fence on the inside and out were a few, wooden benches, and an outside water fountain with two faucets in a far corner.

'Not many people visit this park,' Pan noted as she sat up, yawning from her short nap. 'Perhaps,' she added mentally, 'no one has time for it anymore, this place is so big.' And indeed, this city was very large for her, a young girl born fresh in the country areas of Japan.

Her father had divorced her mother about a year ago, and once he received a good offer for a job as a lawyer in Tokyo, he moved there and brought Pan happily with him. She hated him for it at first, growing into an isolated depression in city life, having no friends at her new school, and no other family with her besides her father, who was too busy for her most of the time anyway. She didn't like the small apartment they lived in, or her tiny room, (which included a large window showing a wonderful view of the ground about 15 stories in the air, where she was afraid of heights) or, to her greatest horror, the fact that there was only one bathroom, with a simple shower stall, toilet, sink, mirror, and waste basket. She didn't care what her father thought; a girl needed her own bathroom with a bath tub and a place to put her hygiene materials.

'But, I did get used to it.' She added to herself, wondering why she was thinking so much lately. 'Actually, it isn't all that bad here. I can't run around fields and wrestle my grandfather like I used to, but there's a Curves Gym for Women here, and this park is neat.' The teen threw her arms into the air for a magnificent stretch, reaching high into the air, so much so that she was sure her fingertips felt closer to the sun, feeling the muscles in her arms and upper back tighten up in the sudden tension.

"Besides," she said to herself out loud as she climbed to her feet and brushed the grass away from her clothes, "since hardly anyone comes here, it's like I have this place to myself." Ah and right she was, for the most part. Today was her 17th birthday, and her father had allowed her to take the day off from school , so really, no one was in the park but her. Well, unless you count the random elderly couple strolling through, but they weren't noisy folk, so they never bothered Pan.

A strong wind swept tenderly through the girl's hair, sending raven tendrils to wisp about her charmingly, the dark, elbow-length hair tickling her neck, and as the wind subsided her bangs fell back against her forehead. Her eyes were also dark, close to the color of her hair, but more of a thick, caramel tinge, rich in its tan shade.

Pan recalled her earlier thought of reaching up and touching the sun, and decided to make it come true. Squatting slightly, she darted forward swiftly in a graceful sprint, the muscles in her legs working hard to keep up with her pace, and she was mentally grateful for a nice run - it had been a while since she really exercised, and she needed it. As she saw her run way ending, she performed a nice leap into the air, her hand shooting upward, as if there were an invisible treasure high up in the air, just barely above her reach, brushing her fingertips...

Her thoughts were cut off as she landed crookedly in the sandbox, ramming her head roughly on the edge as a cloud of dust from the impact in the sand surrounded her. The grains flew in her eyes, irritating them, and she grunted disapprovingly to herself as she scrambled to her feet, rubbing the sore spot on her head. Maybe she was getting too old to do such childish things.

Pan sighed, standing up straight and started brushing away at her clothes, shaking them out and rubbing at her eyes. She realized that she should probably get back home, where her father would meet her during his lunch break for a quick hello, munch, then goodbye and out he was again. She glanced at the wristwatch dawned on her left arm, which verified her guesses correct, the hands indicating the time to be 11:46.

Sighing, she turned toward the latched gate to where the fence opens, and freed herself from the area. Her purple Mongoose mountain bike was unchained, still leaning against the fence (thank God, she shouldn't have fallen asleep) and so she hopped on and headed toward Hanishita Apartments.

The smell of the lady's perfume sent tingly sensations of lilac scent through Bra's nostrils as she smelled the smooth, well-kept, mouse brown hair of the woman. The smell excited her, both mentally and physically, and she leaned around to the right side of the older woman's neck to breathe teasingly along the skin under the hair.

Mrs. Tarokoki spun around, slipping from Bra's embrace, a shocked look on her face, and she stuttered as she said, "B-Bra? What do you think you're doing? That was very indecent; you need to go home immediately. The last bell has sounded and..." She trailed off as Bra quickly slivered up to the teacher and slid her arms around the woman again, this time from in front.

"But, Sensei...I've been wanting you for so long.can't you understand.?" Bra whispered shakily, throwing on an excellent show of innocence as she met the teacher's surprised eyes. Now, it was time. Bra released the spell from her eyes to the teacher, oblivious of the teen's magic, and just stared blandly.

The telekinetic shock waves worked perfectly, as they always did, instantly manipulating the victim's brain into instant love and longing for the controller. Worked like a charm.

The older woman's eyes seeped with passion as she stuttered "But...but...I'm...I'm a kyoshi..." Bra only leaned forward, blowing along Mrs. Tarokoki's cheek, replying, "Kyoshi are women, too."

The teacher absentmindedly pulled Bra into a slow hug, mashing their bodies together, causing Bra to moan with pleasure, excited feelings coursing through both of them.

"Touch me, Sensei." Bra commanded in a mutter, and the teacher timidly trailed her hands down to Bra's firm buttocks, massaging them lightly, and making Bra moan more, "Yes.yes, just like that."

The younger girl then moved a hand around to cup the woman's breast gently, feeling the nipple under the fabric harden with her touch, and the teacher groaned with pleasure.

Bra leaned up and hungrily placed her lips on Mrs. Tarokoki's, forcing her tongue in right after, and the older woman happily returned the kiss, slipping a hand bravely under Bra's shirt.

They moaned into each other's mouths, caressing and massaging each other, making out in the empty hallway of the private school. After a moment, Bra ran her hands down the teacher's curves, admiring the shape of her hips before leaning into her ear and whispering, "Do you want me, Sensei?" The girl grabbed the woman's other breast, roughly massaging it. "Oh.God, yes.." Was the reply Bra received. She hid a satisfied grin as the older woman added, "I want to make love to you, Bra..." Bra leaned in and gently flicked her tongue across the neck of the other, and said, "Beg."

The teacher, so overcome from the spell and passion, whimpered softly, pressing her body suggestively closer to Bra, "Please.God, please, make love to me, Bra...please.I'll even add points to your final grade...ohhh, please..."

Bra almost laughed at how kinky the woman was being, and then licked again at the skin before grinning slightly, revealing pointed, pearl colored fangs, breathing heavily against the skin, "Alright then." The teen suddenly sank her sharp teeth into the teacher's soft flesh, creating entry to the sweet nectar of life, and grabbed the woman roughly, hugging the teacher to her body.

She heard a pained and pleasured groan escape the woman's throat, knowing good and well how the toxins in her canines affected a person, immediately sending thrilling sensations throughout the victim's body, though the bite still stung a bit.

Removing her sharp teeth, the sweet, crimson liquid trickled from the two wounds, tempting enough to make Bra's mouth drool, and so she clamped her lips down on the punctures, sucking gently, drinking the hot, sugary liquid.

She felt the blood flow through her veins, sending tingling, thrilling feelings through her body, feeling way better than any sex she had ever experienced. And she was so thirsty; it was hardly unbearable to wait as long as she did, and so she sucked the woman dry, even after she went limp in Bra's arms. But not for too long after. One would have to stop before the blood grew cold and tasteless.

When she was fed to her heart's content, she dropped the lifeless teacher to the floor, the body crumpling under its own weight. Bra panted with the pleasure of feeding, a bit of blood trailing from her lips, but she licked it away and savored its taste once more before swallowing the last of it.

Finally, she stared at the teacher's body silently for a minute, and then knelt down to the floor, placing her hands on the lifeless form. She concentrated a minute, waiting as the body slowly dissipated into a translucent form, then into a shadow, then a lifeless mist fading into the air around Bra, leaving only the clothes.

The teen smiled to herself as she gathered up the teacher's uniform, approached her backpack on the floor a few feet from her, and stuffed the bundle into its hold, pulling the book bag on and standing up.

Of course, she had never really loved the teacher. In fact, she couldn't care less about the rigid, strict, boring History teacher, but Bra was through with waiting, and they were the only two people left in the building.

She would be scolded, though. Definitely. Her parents would disapprove of this entirely. She could see it know, her blue eyed, aqua haired mother, with her full lips pressed tightly together in a troubled expression, muttering, "What were you thinking?! Someone could have seen you!! Remember the rule?!" Oiy, how could she forget? 'Feed at night, not in light.' She reminded herself, shaking her head as she exited the school.

And her father. She shuddered at the thought. With his muscular posture and leering glare, the angry blacks of his eyes sternly holding her gaze as he ran an anxious hand through his short, dark brown hair, beyond words. But his expression, the way he stood, his stance was always enough to show how disappointed he was.

Bra suddenly stopped to compare herself to her parents. Who did she resemble most? Well, she looked exactly like her mother, with the deep blue eyes and aqua hair, though Bra's was a bit darker than Bulma's, more of a light aqua marine, with the same smile and small features, like the shape of her nose, jaw, and cheekbones.

But when she was angry, she realized, she had exactly the same, leering glare her father did, and their personalities were very much alike. Stubborn, high ego, strong willpower, strong fighters, and tender hearted. 'Oh, what softies we can be.' Bra thought to herself with a smile.

The teen continued on, going back to the thought of a strong fighter. Yes, she was very strong indeed. In fact, she was almost stronger than her mother now. But no matter how much she worked out, she could never be quite the athletic type. Her muscles were loose and her skin soft, matching the milky white paleness, and she had the usual, shapely curves of a human teenager.

'Here we are.' She thought to herself as she stopped in front of her house, a tiny, white cottage with blue shutters and a brown shingled roof. She sighed heavily, preparing herself for the bomb her parents, the almighty Milady Bulma and Sir Vegeta, leaders of the Broken Tooth Clan, was about to lie on her, and slowly headed for the door.

-----End of Chapter One-----

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