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Thanks to: Syoran's Blossom, KinkySaiyan, Saiyan Serpent (I've got some
plans for our little demi *grin*), SSJ-Mirai-Trunks (You'd actually believe
I'd leave your review unanswered? *insulted*), Miss Myrhe, christabeleve
(*squeak* m-me too..), Elizabeth, Not Saying, anonomous, RiceC25, underwater
angel, Lady Tomboy (Well that was....entertaining..), Sutaseiu, Trotter:
for reviewing the last chapter.
SNFM: I was reading the reviews and I was shocked at seeing all the
people who actually keep up with my story even when I don't update in a
week. Names such as Sutaseiu, Saiyan Serpent, Miss Myrhe, Syoran's Blossom
and RiceC25 (if I missed any, I'll make it up). YOU are the kind of reviewers
that made me want to write this chapter. Anyone can write a review... but
coming back to read more makes me feel.... great! If I could I'd send you
all Saiyan plushies. Don't get me wrong, I don't write for the reviews,
but knowing that you guys go out of your way to read my work encourages
me to write. Frankly, I was contemplating stopping. I thought this was
story was so horrible. If you don't believe your review counts, your dead
wrong. I'm on end after every chapter is posted thinking "this is the chapter
they'll stop reading altogether". In fact, I'm going to try to read and
review at least one fic of my signed in reviewers. Thanks for Reading -Mintly
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Chapter Six: All Steamed Up
After Pan had escaped the company of the Prince, she had realized she didn't know where she was headed. Leaning against a wall, she slid down to sit on the ground. Try as she might, the image of Trunks burned in her retinas and she wasn't sure if she wanted to see properly again anyhow. Suddenly, a scowl made its way over her features upon recognition of her previous thoughts.
"I hate him!" she screamed in fury. Fury directed at both herself and him. Rage that she allowed herself to feel that way again after all that had happened. Rage that she wasn't good enough for him and that he wasn't made to reciprocate her feelings. Pan shook her head. He was so different here, he had been brought up a Saiyan, a ruthless warrior, a slave to the crown of his father. It had broke her scarred heart all over again seeing him, they were just mere feet away but so many miles apart. His slick lavender hair, it was long and tied back with a few short pieces framing his face. Trunks had never let his hair grow out when she had known him. Crystalline eyes stung with fresh tears once more.
"NO!" she yelled out, her booming voice echoing down the hallways "I may have lost my heart and soul but I will NEVER," the air around her crackled with energy as the panel tile of the floor began to raise around her "lose my DIGNITY!" she roared.
The palace began to quake as Pan's eyes lolled into the back of her head, stricken with barely suppressed rage. She was not weak! Hair flickering gold, she didn't even feel when her body began to levitate.
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Bulma was in the middle of heated passion with her mate when the palace began to shake.
"What is it?" Bulma gasped clinging to Vegeta from under him. Her eyes darted to the embellished light fixture swinging back and forth above their bed. Debris from the ceiling snowed down around them in disarray.
Vegeta-ou's face twisted and contorted into a look pure shock when he realized what was happening. He could feel the immense power radiating in the western wing of the palace. It was someone's ki! Jumping off of his mate, he pulled on his spandex with lightening speed.
"Tell me, what's happening!" Bulma frowned, sitting up. Her hands were placed on her bared hips. She almost had to suppress a snort when she noticed where his eyes were looking.
"A ki," Bulma saw no abnormality in this. In fact Trunks- "and it's not of the brat's." he said making a move for the door.
"Pan..." she whispered to herself, eyes widening in panic.
"What was that?!" Vegeta swung around, turning his full attention on her. His eyes were alight with suspicion.
"Oh, MAN!" she covered up, not believing he'd buy it for a second. He could always tell when she was lying to him, the few times she ever had to do it. Vegeta shrugged, and headed for the door once more. Bulma didn't even have time sigh in relief.
"NO!" Bulma yelled, running towards him. Causing Vegeta to arch his brow at her and growl in frustration. "I mean... don't go," she recovered quickly.
"What the hell do you want, onna? I have to go NOW!" she could tell he was losing his patience and rapidly too. "It's that female! I know it," Vegeta decided rashly to himself.
"Stay, 'geta," she purred sexily using her nickname for him. Brushing her bare body against his, she could feel him harden once more. Vegeta eyes widened a mere millimeter, but being with him so long, Bulma caught it.
"There's time for this later..." he told her painfully. The ki he felt was sky rocketing still. 'I still have a chance to catch it,' he decided. It was only when Bulma's fingers began to encircle his tail that he felt his knees weaken significantly. "Onna..." he growled out in almost a pleading tone. He could feel his groin tighten once more, as her fingers trailed base to tip teasingly light.
"All right 'geta," she purred into his ear. Vegeta-ou sighed in what she guessed could be relief as he looked over towards the door. Suddenly, it didn't seem as important anymore. Several times he looked back to his mate's nude form and the door as if in a dilemma. Bulma smirked in victory as he kissed her roughly, tongue forcing it's way into her heated mouth right away with much demand.
"Don't move!" he commanded huskily and slightly out of breath over his shoulders. With a slam of the door, Vegeta was gone.
"Asshole!" she yelled to the closed door, an indignant frown covering her face.
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Pan was lost in her own emotions. It was only until she could feel the snapping point, that last level before reaching legendary, that she forced herself to calm down. Her breath came ragged and rapid as she tried to suppress her inflamed ki.
"Look at yourself," she voiced calmly, "you almost lost control." Surveying the damage she had caused, she decided it was repairable. The walls and floors were full of deep cracks and holes. There was no tiling under her feet at all, just a metallic cement-like surface.
"What the fuck happened here?" she swung her head to a familiar baritone roar from behind her.
"Why do we always meet under the most odd of circumstances?" she asked floored Radditzu, voice radiating indifference.
"Who did you piss off this time? The bloody Vegeta-sama himself?!" he whistled as he eyed the damage to the corridor. "I somehow knew you were involved when I felt a ki raise out of the blue, you seem to be a bit of an instigator. Now, who?"
"It was a big guy," Pan crossed her arms as she fed him lies. "Taller than you."
"I'm not surprised," he said absently. "There's only three people on this ship I can think of that could have created this magnitude of damage," he eyed her firmly. "The King, the Prince and my Father." Radditzu said, confident of his suspects.
"Well, I have yet to meet the King or your Father so I can't exactly tell you," she threw over her shoulder as she began to walk away.
"Where do you think you're going? You don't know your way around," Radditzu yelled after her, outraged. He even forgot to ask her where the Saiyan she had encountered had gone to. He quickly made his way to walk by her side.
"All right, all right," she consented, " 'escort' me to my room," rolling her eyes, Radditzu walked her down the corridor.
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"Onna," Vegeta-ou growled, eyes darker than usual (if possible) as he slammed open the door.
"Uh... yes Vegeta?" Bulma feared he knew her 'little secret' and was furious. At least, he appeared to be furious. Bulma backed further towards the backboard. Not that she believed he would actually hurt her, but he was scary when he was livid.
"Do you know what I saw when I finally," he emphasized 'finally' with his deep voice, "arrived?" He anguishingly, slowly walked towards her as if he were the predator and she was the succulent hare or wild bird.
"N-no, what did you see, Vegeta?" she attempted to smile sweetly at him, but failed.
"Well," he started as he peeled his spandex off slowly and put one knee on the bed where she lie, "first there was an immense amount of destruction," his eyes darkened as she pulled the covers over her head and squeaked. "There wasn't a fucking person in sight!" Bulma refrained the sigh of relief as she felt two weights on either side of her hips where the bed had sunk down. "Now," a very nude Vegeta peeled the covers down over her face, tail thrashing behind him "what do you have to say for yourself, onna?" She squeaked once more, seeing the anger and desire swirling in his onyx orbs.
With a nervously, cheeky grin, Bulma said the only thing she could think
of: "Oops?"
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"Is THIS all mine?!" she gaped, at the extravagantly lavish room she was in. Although the bed was a little small, it was more than enough to fit conformably two of her petite selves onto it. Strange and exotic furniture was scattered all about the large quarters.
"Of course," Radditzu scoffed while leaning against the door frame, seemingly disinterested.
"Well?" Pan asked him, brows lowered.
"Well what?"
"Get out!" Radditzu rolled his eyes as he moved to exit mumbling a few
incoherent things about 'bitchy in season onnas' and 'no
respect'.
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Hours later...
"So Mother," Trunks-Ouji lie back on his bed, talking into the vid phone. He was apprehensive about visiting her, fearing the wrath of his father upon interrupting their 'sessions'. He decided upon phoning her, if she were busy she simply wouldn't pick up and he wouldn't get his ass kicked later. Trunks was delighted in finding her simply resting, alone.
"So Trunks?" Bulma arched a brow, curious to his reason for the call.
"I hear you know about this Saiyan female I ran into today.." he trailed off knowing she'd understand whom he was referring to. Bulma's hands waved in front of the screen.
"Oh no, no, no!" she frowned at him, getting her point across. "Two words for you, buster. Off. Limits." Secretly she realized she didn't mind seeing Pan and Trunks together much. From what she had guessed of Pan's brief explanation, they had been quite close in her reality. It must have been weird for the girl, seeing him after all that had happened. But it didn't matter what she believed, poor Pan was healing from a previous love and she knew how poorly her son treated the opposite sex. Pan did not need to be hurt further if anything.
"Why, what do you mean?" he asked with an innocent smile upon his face. Bulma snorted.
"You're just a wolf in sheep's clothing," she said using the Chikyuu-jin saying.
"Come on, Mom," he whined as if he were ten years of age "at least tell me where she's roomed," Trunks gave her his best smile.
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"Bored..." Pan was sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Must...find..something to do.." she choked out. Eyes darting around the room, she looked for something she hadn't seen or broken yet. Then she saw it...
A huge grin alighted Pan's features as if she were a child on Christmas morning. Quickly, she ran up and pounced on her bed, jumping up and down. She couldn't help but laugh like a kid. Hey, she had been doing nothing for about an hour!
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Trunks frowned as his expert ear pricked up upon hearing laughter in the room next to his. "Is that one of Dad's diplomatic guests?" he asked his mother in incredulously.
"Could be," Bulma shrugged, holding back the laughter that was brewing in her stomach, knowing damn well who he was referring to.
"How juvenile.." he rolled his eyes as he continued his conversation with his Mother.
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Pan paused upon hearing a knock on the door. 'No doubt it's Radditzu,' she thought, preparing herself for a fight. Padding over to the door, she quickly swung it open.
"Don't you know-" Pan started but her voice caught in her throat upon realizing it was definitely not Radditzu. Three exotic creatures stood before her.
"Miss Son?" asked one with a delicate feminine voice. She had deep cerulean skin and large rectangular ears. Her hair was a long green as were her eyes. Underneath each crystalline eye was a dark, deep blue dot. Next to her, was a similar female. She was obviously of the same race. She noted behind the two was a male looking alien. Instead of the blue presented of the two females, his skin tones were of yellows and golds with a flaming red mop of hair. All three wore similar gold bangles on their biceps.
"Yes?" Pan arched a brow. 'Who are they and what do they want?' she thought to herself.
"We have no names, only numbers given to us, Miss Son," started the same female "and we have been ordered to escort you". 'She read my thoughts!' Pan silently observed.
"Don't feel violated," comforted the other female "it is not intentional. Only a curse of the A'yokans," she bowed her head in small apology.
"Then how do you know when someone is talking or thinking when not looking at you?" Pan scratched her head in confusion.
"It is hard to explain, but we can try on the way," said the first female with a small smile.
'All right' she thought to them with a grin, knowing they would hear her.
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Bulma was in the middle of arguing with her son when a vid-phone-window popped up behind her.
"Yes 2617?" Bulma asked the exotic female, she could hear screaming in the background. A small frown was on her pretty little face.
"It seems Miss Son will not cooperate," she pointed to 2618 and 3392 trying to catch a screaming Pan. Bulma's jaw dropped at the spectacle before her eyes, hardly believing it.
"You can't make me!" Pan yelled to the two slaves as she jumped over the baths, the unlucky 2618 and 3392 falling in.
"Tell Pan I'd like to have a word with her," Bulma said absently, watching as an exasperated 2617 called out to the little female.
"Bulma!" Pan yelled in delight upon seeing the blue-haired genius as she ran up to the screen. Bulma ignored the gasps amongst the slaves of her informality. "I'm so glad to see you! They tried to take off my clothes and- " Bulma interrupted the flustered Pan's whispering with her own laughter. "It's not funny!" Pan frowned at her "I tried using the exit but they locked the door from the outside and I really didn't want to blast through it after the-"
"Damage you caused today?" Bulma finished for her. Pan blinked. "I'm not Queen for nothing, you know," she told the confused Panny. "In any case, what's wrong with being in the nude while bathing?" Bulma asked genuinely interested. She might have believed it had to do with being from another planet, but Bulma had remembered no modesty in front of members of the same sex on Chikyuu.
"It's not that," Pan whispered. "It's him!" she said pointing to the red haired man, silently waiting for orders. Bulma openly laughed.
"Panny," Bulma started with a small smile. "3392 is an asexual being" Pan eyed the male-like creature who adorned a smirk on his face and nodded in confirmation.
"Like Piccolo?" Pan asked suspiciously.
"Like Piccolo," Bulma confirmed with a nod.
"All right," Pan agreed and Bulma turned off the window. She had only yet realized her error when she had noticed that Trunks was gone.
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Upon seeing the Saiyan female he had been searching for through his vid- screen on his mother's, he had realized with a smirk that she was at the baths. The baths were made exclusively for royalty, with the exception of a few guests of course. In fact, the name itself described the large room very well.
Trunks didn't even stick around to listen to his mother and her slave converse as he left immediately in high spirits.
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"It's dark blue," Pan wrinkled her nose, referring to the hot water.
"Get in, it feels relaxing," 2618 encouraged. Pan eyed the water carefully before putting one toe in. Looking back to 3392 nervously, she jumped in and was surprised when it only came up to her hips, leaving her upper body cold.
"What's that!" Pan shrieked as she felt the females rubbing something onto her skin.
"Oils," replied one, rubbing it up her arms and shoulders. Pan found herself leaning into it. She felt warm hands on her back and knew it was 3392, but didn't care as she flexed and unflexed her tense muscles.
"Funny, they don't smell like anything," Pan observed absently, rolling her neck.
"And cover up your natural scent? Never," 2617 laughed musically. Pan
was in utter bliss. Her muscles hadn't felt this relaxed
since.....well, her muscles had NEVER felt this relaxed. Involuntarily,
Pan sighed and closed her eyes. Usually, she wouldn't have left herself
this open for attack, but she couldn't help it. She had been seduced by
their skilled fingers. She didn't even noticed when the door had opened
until their hands had stopped and she felt a ki rising in the room.
"Hey! Why'd you st-"
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SNFM: No 'Next Chapter' this time. Think of this as Chapter 6 part A. I wrote so much I had to cut it off somewhere. I decided to start the next chapter with Trunks *grins* -Mintly
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Stan: *glares*
Mintly: WHAAAT!? You've been doing this all chapter.
Stan: You invited *HIM* over..
Mintly: Him?
Stan: My counter-part! The one you like to call 'the real Stan'.
Mintly: Oh, yeah...he's upstairs raiding my fridge.
Stan: Traitor..
Mintly: I don't see why you don't like him, little sprite. I mean, you are based on him.
Stan: First of all, he barges in, has atrocious manners, steals your Ranma 1/2 manga, teases you and claims it's in his job description, and leaves with a prize (usually from your refrigerator). How do you put up with him?!
Mintly: Revenge...Stan...*smirks*
Stan: *shudders*
-La Minta y El Stano (jajaja)