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This chapter is dedicated to Burenda for being damn correct in reviewing how under appreciated Bardock and Radditzu are. For your prize I *does hand movements* give you *more movements* STAN!(genus bakaus) [Sorry...it's not Bardock hunting season yet...] *mails tied and gagged Stan over to Burenda's review box* =^-_-^=
SNFM: *blinks* This didn't come out like I pictured it. I even have another version of this chapter. Actually, If I posted the chapter as it was, there would be much angst ahead. Oh well, you can't have 'em all. On with the chapter. -Mint
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Chapter Seven: 'B'
As Trunks unlocked the doors to the baths, he was nowhere near prepared for the sight before him. There stood, in the dark water, the onna he had been making after for the past few hours. A familiar tightening in his groin caused him to groan deep in his throat as he watched her innocently relax.
The servants, as he'd rather call them, rubbed every inch of her as
she leaned into their skilled dextrous fingers. Her eyes were
squeezed shut tightly in appreciation. Although he could only see above
her waist, (for the opaque water granted her some privacy) her perfectly
rounded breasts were exposed to his hungry azure eyes.
"Hey why'd you st-" she protested angrily, eyes shooting open. A minute gasp made it's way out of her lips as her vision connected with his. Pan's dark eyes widened several degrees and suddenly Trunks-Ouji didn't think it was such a great idea any more as a blush raced up his neck and throat.
'Blushing!?' he thought to himself incredulously 'I haven't blushed since I was an innocent! Why the hell would I start now?' Reflexively, Pan crossed her arms over her bared breasts to grant herself some modesty. She failed to realize it only pushed her chest up further to his view.
"Get out," Pan said in a cool icy voice, a little too calm for his liking. Trunks might of hesitated if he didn't see how her eyes betrayed her. He could tell she was angry, her ki was rapidly rising. No, she was seething. A blush spread feverously like wild fire across her cheeks and neck.
Nervously, the slaves backed out of the water and left the room, but 'she' seemed to be oblivious to everything else. It intrigued him. So much, he took a step into the warm water.
"I said g-get OUT!" she choked out, screaming at him all the same. Trunks arched a brow as he slid his other booted foot in, not caring at all that he was getting his spandex wet. Instinctively, Pan backed into the petite pool's tiled wall. Nervous eyes darted around the room for what he guessed a means of escape.
"JUST STAY BACK!" she screamed at him, throwing some lazy ki blasts at him all that he easily dodged. It was obvious her intent was not to harm him. But why? Daring himself, Trunks trudged over to the raven-haired temptress further until he was mere inches away.
"W-why?" Pan choked out softly to him. If anything, her eyes had gotten
wider and now were looking like saucers. Slowly, the
lavender-haired demi hooked his hand under her hair and behind her
neck. He could feel the onna's muscles tense as he proceeded his exploration.
Inhaling a deep breath of her scent from the crook of her neck, he was
nowhere near ready for the reaction of his next words.
"You smell...intoxicating," he breathed out, nuzzling her neck. Trunks didn't even see her jaw clench or the fire in her eyes before she raised her hand to strike him. Feeling her muscles contract under the skin and ki shoot up, he looked up just in time to see a blow heading straight for his jaw.
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"Vegeta-sama," he began by bowing traditionally, "May I have a word with you?" the scarred soldier asked the impatient Ou.
"Bardock," Vegeta-ou started, sitting on his throne, "you and I both know damn well that you would speak even without my consent," Vegeta rolled his eyes, waving his hand for Bardock to rise.
"About Fringo's son," he couldn't help the small smirk that played on his lips from the King's words, "He wishes-"
"To mate with my daughter, get to the point!" Vegeta cut him off.
"It seems the polls have been drawn in and a high percent of the mated population would agree to Princess Bra being mated with the elite commander's son," Bardock could see Vegeta was more than a little unsettled.
"Polls? What fucking polls?! Was there a god damn survey sent out behind my back?" Vegeta roared at him. Bardock blinked a few times before responding.
"Actually, Toma is quite in favor by more than half the entire Saiyan population. He's also been trained very well, possibly the fifth strongest to you, Sire."
"You know my views on this, soldier," Vegeta spat out, dark eyes never leaving the surprised Bardock. Vegeta-ou was sure to remind the Saiyan of his place when he over stepped his boundaries.
"Yes, Sir," Bardock bowed once more and exited to speak with his son.
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"Oof," Trunks exhaled as her fist smacked him straight across the jaw. Upon inpact he slid back a few feet, but righting himself quickly. Frowning, he rubbed his jaw.
"What was that for?" he shouted at her, trying to hide the agony he was feeling in his lower face. Sure he liked skin to skin contact but this wasn't what he had in mind.
"For being a bastard," she countered, sliding down into the water so she didn't have to cover herself with her arms. Trunks scowled at her half-ass reply, but secretly found the situation amusing as he looked down at her into the opaque water.
"What the hell did I do to you, now? Hurt your self-esteem with my compliment?" he asked, sarcasm just pouring off of his deep, baritone voice.
"It was for the best," Pan stuck up her nose the best she could while
being looked down on. "You weren't at your senses, my
'seasoning' or whatever you damn people call it was taking control
of your brain," she told him matter- of-factly. Trunks laughed out right,
but not exactly with her.
"No mere female could 'control', as you put it, my advanced brain, little onna," Trunks laughed further causing Pan to become more angered by the minute. The water was now right below her pointed nose in embarassment and almost boiled with the heat radiating off of the raven-haired demi.
"What," he smirked as he got down onto his knees, his cares that his spandex was soaking wet were now miles away. "Pan has nothing to say?" he asked more softly but with a layer of ridicule on the surface.
'I hate that smirk' Pan decided. It was only as Trunks brushed the wet
tendrils out of her eyes that she didn't feel all that angry
anymore. In fact, it was kind of soothing....in an irritating way of
course. All previous thoughts flew away as he took off a silver tipped
glove and continued fixing her disheveled raven locks with his feather-like
hands.
"You're so easy, little onna," Trunks laughed lightly at her cat-like response, brushing her cheeks against his hand as if she was now nuzzling him, not the other way around. It was with that comment that Pan's eyes popped open, realizing what she had been doing. A flush broke across her features and tried to frown futilely to cover it up.
"Well, you're not exactly 'mister fuckin' control' yourself," Pan snorted derisively as she referred to the painfully obvious bulge in his spandex. Without a doubt, from their current situation and her extremely scant state of dress. It didn't take much to guess where his thinking adventured. Pan involuntarily trembled at the thought.
Eyes wide, Trunks-ouji opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. His own voice had failed him at the audacity the little female had!
"What" Pan asked with a smirk, throwing it back in his face "Trunks
has nothing to say?" she laughed with a remarkably good
impression of the one he had aimed at her before.
"You little wench," his eyes narrowed as she continued to laugh at him, still in his character. Growling deep in his throat, he wound his fingers around the top of her head and pushed her down into the water. When she had been down long enough, he pulled her up, shrieking and all.
"I hate you!" she screeched, but before she could wipe the hair out of her eyes, he dunked her again.
"That's not nice," he told her maliciously, a playful smirk adorning his features. His lavender tail lashed back and forth, splashing little droplets of water everywhere. Again Trunks brung her up for air. This time, Pan had taken the opportunity to bite his hand with as much strength as she could muster up.
"You bitch!" he voiced as he waved his hand furiously, trying to rid of some of the sting. Pan frowned.
"Well, you shouldn't of fucking dunked me!" she yelled, eyes alite with fire. Trunk's eyes narrowed as he bent down so they were nose to nose.
"Address me with respect," the Saiyan growled.
"No." Trunks blinked.
"No?" he asked wickedly. He changed attitudes so fast it made her head spin. Opting to stay defiant, she crossed her arms beneath the water and turned her nose up, causing it to brush his.
"No," her jaw was clenched. Before she could blink, Trunks swooped down and planted a kiss on her unprepared lips.
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"No!"
"But Vegeta..."
"I will not lower my daughter to such a......thing," he vociferated, but knew he was fighting a losing battle.
"She wants to compete!" her hands lay on her hips in strong willed defiance "It will be all too obvious that her presence will be only for sport. If she were to win, Trunks would have to mate no one!"
"Onna," he growled out in defeat. "the brat would need an heir eventually." Vegeta rubbed his temples as his mate coaxed him further.
"But so did you, and look how things worked out!" she protested.
"Yeah, stuck bonded to a lame-brain onna for all eternity. I do not wish that on ANYONE," he grinned wickedly at her outrage.
"Lame-brain?! You didn't feel the same way twenty minutes ago," the cerulean haired genius purred seductively, catching the Saiyan Ou pleasantly off-guard.
No, the Princeling was correct. His mother shouldn't have been able to walk years ago.
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Back on Chikyuu...
As she gazed out the window, her heart ached out for her lost daughter.
"Pan," she breathed out into the warm, summer night. It seemed the stars were frowning on her, for her daughter had yet to come home to her. It had been a full, agonizing twenty four hours since then.
"-will be back," Gohan told her reassuringly, although his exterior betrayed his inner worries and ache, he saw it in his duty to console his unstable wife. Peeling off his work clothes, he folded the bedsheets back to prepare for use.
"How can you say that?!" Videl outburst, standing up "our daughter is WHO knows where and all you can say is 'she'll be back'?" Videl began sobbing once more, and Gohan was sure to catch his wife as her knees became unstable.
'Trunks' Gohan inwardly raged 'I will slowly and painfully kill you for this. Then, I'm going to wish you back to kill you again!' he thought furious to himself. Gohan had to postpone his rage as his wife wailed out a more sobs. For the rest of the unpeaceful night, they stayed like that, mourning over their lost daughter.
'Come back, Panny' was the last thought that whispered lazily in his head before the torn Gohan drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Next Chapter: Everyone is out looking for this....girl? A hundred million Zens have been set out alluring the interests of several Saiyans. Which Chikyuu-jin pair makes an entrance next chapter?
All in "Aristocrats, Diplomats, and Dirty Rats"
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SNFM: *bangs head against computer* I hate this! I can't stand this chapter. Nothing big happens and it's shorter than usual. The next chapter has some introduction of old characters and reintroduction of some newer ones (sounds backwards huh? No...it's correct) I'd like to thank Akana for Iming me on aim (mint had aim? GO FIGURE!), she got to talk to the real Stan. It's no coincidence, he's always here anyways. Haha, she thinks he's strange. I was going to reveal his sn but he would do me physical harm, eep :X.
Another thing! Read Burenda's "Goteneo and Truliet". She's on a small *break*from her other fiction (which needs NO plugs..its got six hundred and fifty something reviews already @.@). It's not yaoi! I swear! It's when Trunks and Goten have to participate in a school play and.....well you have to read the rest. I laughed several times. -Mint
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Mintly: *inhales* *exhales* *inhales*
Stan: *archs brow* What are you doing?
Mintly: I'M TRYING not TO BLOW UP MY COMPUTER TO SMITHEREENS!
Stan: What did it ever do to you?
Mintly: It won't let me log in on fanfiction! I...don't know what's happening. Is my account being taken away? *sobs*
Stan: *shushes her* It'll all be okay soon.
-Mintaka n Stanayaro (what the H.F.I.L.? don't ask..)