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Chapter Eight "Aristocrats, Diplomats and Dirty Rats" (Part A)
She was temporarily immobilized. Shock took over as her lips were being assaulted by none other than her 'ex-love'. All previous thoughts and doubts were tossed lazily out an open window as he pressed his concrete body against her very vulnerable one. Her senses reached new heights as her blood roared in her ears. She was barely managing to stay on her feet before the gap between them was filled.
From perfectly masculine lips came an inviting warmth and moistness. She could faintly hear him as he released barely audible grunts as he closed the gap between them tightly. You would have thought he had been trudging through the driest of deserts for weeks on end by the way Trunks drank so greedily from Pan. Rapture, ecstasy, bliss.
As Trunks released her roughly, his sparkling pale eyes looked into
her widened blacks. She could have sworn they were a paler shade mere moments
before and the predatory smirk that adorned his features made her shiver
all over with an unrecognizable emotion. Pan gasped and the intense orbs
of Trunks-ouji immediately went down to her moist parted lips. He couldn't
help but delve down for another taste of the alluring Saiyan female before
him.
Like a bolt of lightening, a realization struck the Prince. Pan wasn't responding to his passionate kisses in the slightest.
'What the hell? This has never happened before...' he thought, frowning inwardly. To make sure, he briefly flickered open both of his shut eyes to look into hers. What he saw before him scared the wits out of him. She was deep in thought.
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'All right, one more time. First we were fighting, then yelling, then kissing....DAMMIT! I don't get it. How did this happen?!' Her thoughts were cut short as she felt her lips being torn away from the Saiyan's in front of her.
"What exactly do you think your doing!?" he roared at her as if she had just committed a horrendous crime. Pan's eyes immediately shot to his and gasped to see that he appeared furious.
"W-what?" she asked nervously backing into the small pool's wall. Something about the outraged look that flared in his overcast eyes frightened her. Putting one arm on the wall to her right he spoke slowly and emphasized each word. It was as if his demeanor had completely changed.
"Stop," he commanded, no malice in his words at all. The fire of his eyes's inner flame had sparked into something completely different. Putting his other hand on the other side of her, he drifted near so they were barely touching. It was driving Pan absolutely insane being so close and yet way too far for her itching skin. Her body betrayed her as she reacted so very violently to his seductions. That was all they were, empty seduction to get her in bed with him, right? Shaking her head violently, her damp hair flew everywhere.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she shrieked at him, ducking further into the water. Being so nude and helpless didn't help the situation in the least. She knew she was trapped.
"Why?" he breathed out softly, breath caressing her lips, her mouth, her cheeks. But still his bare skin did not meet hers. Pan's tail curled around itself as she saw how fluffed-out her counter-Saiyan's was. She didn't need to be a genius in Saiyan behavior to guess what that particular gesture meant and where his thoughts were leading. Opening and closing her mouth, she looked on in horror when nothing came out but a squeak. The once straight-lined mouth curved deviously into a smirk at her reaction. Swooping his head down to her neck, he inhaled her scent once more, breathing deeply. Pan knew then that she had to do something.
"I h-HATE you!" she told him, trying to scowl at him but failing miserably. Trunks-ouji let out a low chuckle that brushed his chest against hers. Looking right and left, Pan saw no other escape and panicked. She pulled out her last resort.
All at once she powered up, releasing a bright flare of golden light into the large, once-dimmed room. Being submitted to the extreme amount of light all at once, Trunks' highly developed sight was temporarily blinded. He shrieked as he shielded his eyes. What did Pan do? She got the hell out of there, being sure to grab a towel on the way out.
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"So, now everyone is looking for an onna, but only I know that 'an onna' is really THE onna," Radditzu hissed in irritation as he began walking unknowingly faster. His lead tipped boots clicked slightly on the tiled floors as they rhythmically met.
"What about your uncle?" Romei chimed in, striding a little wider with his gruff friend down the vast corridors. They were each heading back to their prospective quarters after a long day of nothing but pandemonium and headaches.
"Oh yes," Radditzu corrected himself with a light, dry smile. "He knows too." Romei let out a low whistle at the predicament he was stuck in.
"So let me get this straight," Romei started, an eyebrow arched incredulously. "YOU know who it is Vegeta-ou desires and where to find her. Not turning her in would be withholding information from our King or, in other words, treason," both Saiyans cringed at the synchronized thoughts of how traitors to the crown were punished. Public tail removal was enough in word form to make even Vegeta-sama's eyebrow twitch at the mental image it brought about. "On the other hand," Romei said, pointedly shaking off the thought, "you have been given specific orders by the Queen to conceal Son, Pan's true identity, along with hiding her time.....spaceship..thing." Romei whistled once more and patted Radditzu on the back. What a dilemma.
"If I'm not mistaken," Radditzu pointed out with a malicious smile, "your tail is in danger also, my friend." He spat out the last few words with venom. When Romei's tail wound itself around his waist, a hysterical questioning look came over his features. "You did assist me in the act. Fraternizing with the enemy are we?" Swallowing the lump in his throat, Romei tried to think good thoughts. 'Bloody murder, mouth watering food, that luscious little onna...' A dopey grin spread across his features at the thought and his tail involuntarily fluffed, causing a snort to emit from his neighbor.
"Get your mind out of some poor female's fucking panties!" Radditzu sneered in disgust. Romei's cheeks darkened to a deep scarlet as he attempted to change the subject.
"Look at all the Saiyans out looking for this onna."
Radditzu nodded to the Saiyans rushing about even at near night. "This
place is a FUCKING MADHOUSE!" he exclaimed. It was just at that precise
moment, by pure coincidence, that a blur of flesh and raven black zipped
by, leaving the two Saiyans
blinking.
"Was that-?" Romei's eyes looked as though they were about to pop right out of the sockets, roll around on the floor a bit, and hop back in. If his tail were fluffier, it looked like the hairs were going to jump out. Radditzu was in a very similar state as his friend, swallowing the forming lump in his throat. He absently nodded and knew their little secret wasn't going to be a secret for much longer if things kept the way they were.
"Want to go get drunk?" he asked with the tiniest of higher octave in his voice. In response, all Romei could get out was a weak nod.
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"Where the hell is my room?" Pan thought in a frenzy, eyes darting back and forth in her flight. She had yet to cease her jetting down the hallways for fear of being pointed out. Barely noticing the Saiyans she passed by in a blur, Pan zoomed a little faster in hopes of reaching her destination quickly.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" she cursed out loud, searching for a safe haven for her scantily clad body. Turning a corner, her breath was knocked immediately out of her as she hit a rock hard wall. Wall?
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Sleep. His body positively craved it after the horribly long day he had participated in. Tomorrow, he knew, was going to be lengthy as well, what with the diplomatic relations from Chikyuu arriving. It was so perfect for his fatigued state that his room was only a few doors down. So lost in his roaming thoughts, Bardock didn't even sense when a body smacked straight into his unexpecting chest. Quick in reflexes, the scarred Saiyan didn't even slide backwards as the 'thing' bounced off of his rock hard upper body.
"What is this?" he demanded, looking down to where what appeared to be a scantily clad onna was rubbing her rear.
"Get out of my way!" she demanded irritably kicking herself up to her feet. Grasping her by the shoulders firmly, Bardock frowned, seeing she had yet to meet his stare.
"Kami, girl! If it had been anyone else your pretty little ass ran into, you would have been in deep shit," Bardock berated her, looking right and left. "Kami," he mumbled, more to himself than her. "Roaming around the palace in nothing but a towel! Onnas these days." It was at the exact moment that Pan decided to open her mouth that she absorbed who exactly she was prepared to yell at heatedly.
"Another Grandpa?" she breathed out faintly before she had it, and dropped like a rock to the tiled floor. Looking around for anyone who might have witnessed the small scene and, seeing no one, Bardock sighed heavily and let loose a heavy string of curses.
"Great! Just fucking dandy!" Bardock cursed to himself in frustrated weariness. "I should be paid for this kind of shit..." he growled under his breath. With that, Bardock carelessly slung the straight-tressed young woman over his shoulder and made his way back to his shared quarters.
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Chikyuu...
The light of early morning violently crashed through his blinds, announcing itself to a very awake lavender haired demi. He had been lying like this ever since the night of Pan's immediate departure. For uncountable hours, Trunks had been but a zombie, only reaching the outside world to eat (if that). If anything, Trunks Vegeta Briefs felt deathly guilty about the whole ordeal. Had he really been the reason that she left this dimension, as Goten had insisted? Even his best friend wasn't speaking to him because of the loss of his niece that ws Trunks' doing.
'Have I really been that dense?' he asked himself lazily. Short lavender locks plunged off of the side of his quilt as Trunks stared pensively at the ceiling.
If anything, Trunks was confused. Seeing Pan in such an independent, icy state had been a real eye opener for him. Had he always missed the gorgeous, brilliant woman that lay awaiting underneath the tomboy exterior? He wouldn't lie to himself. While absorbing her very visibly accentuated curves that simply burst out of her party dress, he had been caught admiring her. In fact, now that Trunks thought about it, Pan hadn't been a brat for a good many years. How could he have been so blind!
A frown developing on his face, he played with the idea of himself holding a deeper attraction to the raven haired goddess.
As if listening to his far less than holy thoughts, Gohan blasted Trunks' bedroom door clear off the hinges with a huge explosion of light. Eyes radiated pure, red fury as his shoulders hunched, trying to suppress his barely kept in rage.
"Get. Up." Gohan commanded with acid venom dripping off of his voice. Eyes widening several degrees, Trunks automatically obeyed his best friend's brother's treacherously calm voice.
"Hello, G-Gohan-san," Trunks choked out, trying to form a smile, but failing miserably. Before he could blink, Pan's father had ascended and his hands were encircled painfully around the demi's unprepared neck.
"Where. Is my. Daughter," Gohan demanded, hot breath hitting him in the face. His intense aqua eyes never left the paleness of his own widened orbs. Trunks could feel the iron-like talons tighten, restraining the air flow.
"I don't," his words came out slowly and muffled while being pushed further against the wall. Gohan was most likely creating a Trunks imprint in the less than soft wall. "Know!" he gasped out.
"It's your fault she left, you son of a bitch!" Trunks had never heard Gohan use such language in his life. He attributed it to the state of insanity his 'friend' was currently being consumed by. Lightheadedness took over as the demi felt his throat being constricted once more. Trunks barely noticed his father's presence and his Mother's gasp. "If she's not back within the next week, you'll be wishing you had blasted off to who the hell KNOWS where Pan is instead," and with that Gohan was gone, passing a scowling Vegeta and a tearing Bulma. Sliding down the wall to the floor, Trunks coughed heavily, rubbing his neck softly.
'I already do Gohan. I already do' he thought absently to himself.
As immediately as Gohan exited in a huff, Bulma rushed over to where her distraught son was on his hands and knees trying to regain his regular breathing pattern. Quickly sliding down to her knees, she patted him on the back. Head turning slowly, his emotionless optics met her crystalline ceruleans. Bulma knew he was in pain, but strangely it seemed more so that his battle was internal rather than physical. Why would he be fighting himself? Brushing of the thoughts, she reminded herself to comfort her son.
"Everything will be all right," she hugged him close. "I promise."
'Even if I have to take matters into my own hands,' she thought to herself determinedly. It was several hours later that Trunks had been dominated by a much needed dreamless slumber and Bulma had headed down to her labs to reconstruct her latest project. Yes, things weren't currently, but would be all right if she had anything to do with it.
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The night before came in a blur. The raven-haired Saiyan stirred, stretching her arms lazily above her head. Her eyes didn't feel the need nor were ready to open yet, letting in the intense morning rays.
Low, melodic humming. It flowed freely in the air, a crystal clear sound echoing from a female voice. Familiar, yet not recognizable. A hauntingly sweet, wordless melody that hit Pan straight to the core.
A smell filled the air. The unmistakable smell of food! A scent that universally could NOT be mistaken. Eyes blinking open, Pan looked around, assessing her environment. She was in what appeared to be living quarters.
"Oh!" came a low but feminine voice from behind. "You're awake!" Immediately whipping her head to what appeared to be a kitchen area, her eyes came in contact with a slender Saiyan onna.
"Who are you?" Pan scowled fiercely at the female, attempting to look more mettlesome. The woman, who looked as though she was in her late thirties, shot Pan a wry smile, taking the strange food off of the cooking.....machine.
"Sereri," she said as though it was the simplest thing in the world, "and you?"
"Pan," she replied, arching a brow. 'How is it that Saiyans can carry only one name?' she thought to herself, genuinely intrigued. Pointing a long slender finger toward Pan, she spoke.
"Those are mine," Sereri grinned at her, referring to the long gowned sleep wear. "I didn't think a simple towel was well suited for nightwear." The night before struck Pan like lightening and a heavy blush spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
"Oh," Pan smiled sheepishly. "Could you do me a favor?" she asked what seemed to be a very friendly yet stern Sereri.
"Sure, I guess," she shrugged her shoulders flippantly, not being able to think of anything that the strange onna could ask her that would cause any harm.
"How exactly did I get here?" Pan reached back her arm to scratch the back of her head in the spirit of Goku.
"HEY MOM!" came a deep masculine voice from the door, interrupting the pair of Saiyan females. "Is breakfast ready?!" Radditzu yelled out as he entered the rather large living quarters.
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Next Chapter: Aliens arrive! (Chikyuu-jins) *gasp* We've got introduction of old characters here. What about Ruuka? (thought I forgot about her...HAH! NO WAY KAME!)
All in: Part B! (yes another one).
SNFM: I know this has been a long time, but I have been scrounging up for writing time. I even took a 'to hell with it' day by Burenda's suggestion. I'm ecstatic at the response I received from the last chapter. *counts on fingers* This should be going up today! This is for the constant pestering of Burenda on AIM (Mintpandabear *shiny smile*) and EMAIL that finally got this chapter out! She's even editing AND posting for me. Without her, this chapter would have never come out...eRrRRrrr. Thanks so much everyone, every creative review gets me going! -Mint
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Mintly: *sips soda* A little more, Stan!
Stan: *growls and throws more Saiyan lure on ground* Why exactly do I have to do this again?
Mintly: Well, since she gave you back to me... I was thinking you might as well return the favor and help her catch a Bardock (who just happens to be currently in season).
Stan: *lifts up a Saiyan lure* What the hell is this anyways?
Mintly: *grins wickedly* You're holding it upside down...
Stan: Oh... *flips around* OH! *blushes madly*
Mintly: *cackles* I need everything I can get!
-Mint n Stan