That said, I'll let you get on with the chapter!
Aristocrats, Diplomats, and Dirty Rats
Part B
"Mom?" Radditz's voice echoed faintly off the walls as he poked his head through the door of the living quarters. His eyes were immediately drawn to the straight tressed female sitting in the middle of his parent's bed. There was a moment of shocked silence as the two simply stared at each other, then Radditz snorted softly to himself. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked sarcastically, stepping into the room to glare accusingly at Pan as he folded his arms across his chest. "Everywhere I go, every time I turn around, there you are. Now tell me, is this just a coincidence, or is there a god out there somewhere who's taking a twisted delight in making my life a living hell?" With a growl of disgust and irritation, the wild maned Saiyan stalked over to a door that, once he threw it open, revealed a small room on the other side, which Pan just naturally assumed was the bathroom. Radditz grumbled a few more incoherent phrases and shut the door behind him, leaving the two females alone for the time being.
"Well," Sereri cocked a curious eyebrow at the closed door, "that was weird..." Pan swallowed nervously when the other woman turned those inquisitive eyes on her, eyes that contained a hint of steel and a fierce determination. "You know," she said in a deceptively mild tone, "not many people get on my son's nerves like that. What exactly was he referring to?" The was an edge in her tone of voice that left no doubt in Pan's mind that she expected an answer, and now.
A weak chuckle escaped from Pan's lips. "Well, umm... you see...." Kami, what do I tell her? I mean, it's one thing to tell Bulma that I'm from the future and that I'm Goku's granddaughter, but telling a complete stranger is another thing entirely! Not like she'd know who grandpa is, anyway... Pan's mind jolted at the thought, suddenly remembering what Radditz had called out when he'd first entered the room. Mom. Sereri, who looked barely old enough to have children, was Radditz's mom, and his uncle was that 'Turtles' guy. Is everyone related to everyone else on this Kami damned planet?! her brain yelled at her as she sat there, staring dumbly at Sereri.
Sighing with exasperation, the woman ran a hand through her hair, which Pan only now noticed bore a remarkable resemblance to Radditz's wild, spiky mane, sans the widow's peak. "You've obviously already met him," she stated, standing up and walking over to the food she was preparing. Tossing a few colorful... things... in with the rest of it, she watched it cook while she continued to speak to Pan. "And that meeting, or meetings, apparently didn't start off on the right foot. Now, are you going to tell me what happened, or not?"
As Pan recalled exactly how her first meeting with Radditz had gone, a bright blush leapt across her cheeks and she ducked her head, staring at the sheets that covered her lower half. "Radditz found me injured after an... accident..." she began, deciding that partial truth would probably be the best idea in this situation. "We, er... didn't hit it off too well when I woke up in the regen tank. He slung me over his shoulder and tried to take me... someplace, I'm not sure where and..." The embarrassed flush on her cheeks darkened another few shades and Pan smiled weakly up at Sereri. "And I bit his tail."
Sereri's eyes widened as a whole range of emotions played across her face. Incredulity, a wince of imagined pain, a brief flash of anger on her son's behalf, and, finally... hilarity. "You... you bit Radditz's tail?!" she gasped, eyes twinkling with amusement. "No wonder he isn't happy to see you! Oh, Kami! Bardock's going to have a field day on this one!" Clutching her sides with one arm in a vain attempt to contain her laughter, the older woman used her other arm to lift the pan off the stove and set it in the center of the table to cool down.
"Damn it, it's not that funny, mom!" Radditz's voice protested from the bathroom. After a few moments, the irritated warrior emerged from the facility, looking a bit cleaner and more alert, a conspicuous white bandage wrapped around the end of his tail. Seeing his mother's eyes go to the bandage and the grin on her face broaden, he scowled darkly and wrapped the furry brown appendage around his waist. "We only have white bandages. Lay off."
Far from having the desired effect, his protests only seemed to cause Sereri to laugh harder as she set a few more items on the table. Growling in annoyance, Radditz stalked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs, waiting impatiently for his mother to finish laying out the food. In the mean time, he fixed Pan with his obsidian eyes, leaning back as he did so in an attempt to make himself comfortable. "So, what are you doing here, anyway, little onna?"
Drawn by the alluring scents of whatever Sereri had cooked, the raven haired demi slipped out of bed and padded over to the table, trying not to drool too much. Raising a hand to the back of her head, she rubbed her hair and grinned in the way her family was famous for. "I actually don't know," she laughed sheepishly. "I was trying to get back to my room and ran into some bakayaro when I turned a corner. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up here. Funny thing, though. He looked a lot like my grandpa!"
"That 'bakayaro', as you call him, is my husband," Sereri snorted with amusement, seating herself at the table with the other two. "He brought you here last night, growling and cursing about senseless onnas who run around the palace in nothing but towels." As though that were a signal to start eating, both she and Radditz began to load their plates with food, and Pan quickly followed suit, her stomach telling her rather vociferously to get a move on with getting something inside her. Sereri was in the middle of lifting a forkful of the strange food to her mouth when she paused and gave Pan a scrutinizing look. There's something about this girl... "What's your grandpa's name?" she asked suddenly, hoping to catch the little onna off guard.
"Shon Ghockuu," Pan replied absentmindedly through a mouth full of food. Whatever it was that the wild haired Saiyan woman had made, it was delicious, a combination of sharp, tangy flavors, subtle undertones, and an overlaying mixture of spices that left Pan's mouth tingling and her taste buds begging for more. A happy little sigh escaped her lips as she reached for the pitcher of... whatever it was, and poured herself a glass of electric green liquid.
"Oh." Sereri blinked owlishly, then went back to eating, chewing the first bite contemplatively. She didn't recognize the name... Sun Gock Uu... so it was probably a mere coincidence that her husband reminded the odd Son Pan of her grandfather. For a moment there, she'd been afraid that the girl would say Turles! The thought elicited another snort of amusement from the Sereri. It wasn't that Turles didn't get around enough to have sired a brat or two... on the contrary! What Sereri found amusing was just the thought of one of his offspring having a brat of their own who'd turned out as reasonably tempered as Pan seemed to be and without his ego.
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"You know what, Goten?!" the sniffling blonde half-screamed, half-sobbed at her spiky haired counter-part. "I don't even want to share a room when we arrive!" With that, she allowed her head to droop and gave in to the tears that had been threatening to ungracefully tumble out of her crystal blue eyes.
"Marron, I-I'm sorry!" he pleaded with her, making a move to grab her shaking hands. "I didn't mean it! I swear!" Sinking to his knees, Goten gave the half naked beauty the best puppy eyes he could muster up. Unfortunately for him, he had either underestimated the extent to which she was upset with him, or overestimated the power of his Son Puppy Eyes, because Marron deftly yanked her wrists out of his hands and slapped him with as much strength as she could muster.
"AAHHHH!!!!!" Her open palm connected with Goten's Saiyan cheek and she screamed in pain as her soft flesh struck his stronger-than-steel skin, a few bones in her hand threatening to fracture under the pressure they'd just been put under. Whimpering through the pain, she clutched at the injured hand with the undamaged one and glared accusingly at Goten.
"Marron!" Rubbing his cheek with one hand while fumbling for her injured hand with his other one, his eyes shone with the utmost concern for his girlfriend. "Let me look at that!" Unfortunately, he had barely gotten a finger on her before she darted away, quickly disappearing through the door of the bedroom that they had been sharing.
"Stay away from me, Son Goten!" she hissed over her shoulder with enough venom to poison a snake, allowing her frozen blue eyes to ice his spine with their frosty glare.
"Marr-" Slamming the door with a slight whimper of pain, the blonde was no longer in view. "-on." It must have been at least an hour that he stared miserably at the door that separated him from his girlfriend. Contrary to the popular belief of his friends and family, Son Goten was no imbecile. Even so, with all the intelligence he could muster up, he still shouldn't piece together what had gone wrong between the two of them. She had been so happy with him on Chikyuu-sei - if you overlooked the extreme mood swings. He had come to believe that they would settle down and eventually leave the intergalactic interactions and communications life altogether, in a few years anyway. Oblivious to everything around him as he tried to puzzle out the events that had just unfolded, Goten didn't even notice the computer's audible warnings that their large craft was preparing to enter Vegeta-sei atmosphere, nor did he see the red lights flashing at him from the main console. No, the only color that was on his mind at that moment was blue. Pure, icy blue.
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Stunning. Gorgeous. Beautiful. None these words seemed to do the raven haired temptress that danced alluringly across the land of his dreams any justice. "Goddess-like?" Trunks grinned roguishly at the thought of the fiery spirited Son Pan being considered anything so demure and refined. Running through his mental list of descriptions, he searched for a word that would fit the seductive and dangerous beauty that taunted him from his dreams.
"Minx," he breathed out approvingly with an absent nod. It suited her, he decided with a smirk as he lay nude in bed, not bothering to cover himself with the thick blanket that only heated his already sizzling body further. What was his problem? Was he becoming a romantic of sorts? Was he, the sole epitome of male Saiyan aloofness towards the opposite sex, falling prey to this particular member? "Never," the lavender haired demi hissed to himself, unsure of his own answers to the questions, yet not so weak to admit it even to himself. Snorting to himself, the prince smiled wickedly. At least my neck remains bare of any mark, as does the shrew's, he thought with perverted amusement.
So in tune with his own thoughts, he didn't even notice the shifty female enter his quarters until she pounced on his prone body. "Thinking about someone?" she purred rather forwardly, oozing with sexual suggestiveness as a triumphant smirk played on her dark features. She pressed herself against his fantasy-driven rigidity and Trunks was about to attack when he realized just exactly who was draped so lazily above his powered-up form.
"Yes," he said curtly in complete honesty, an annoyed growl rumbling in his throat. Frankly, the Saiya-jin no Ouji had completely forgotten about his 'mistress' and the little disagreement they'd had only the night before. Trunks had thought that he had made his disinterest perfectly clear and that he did not wish to see her further, but it was painfully obvious now that he had overestimated her intelligence and underestimated the degree of subtlety he would have to use with Ruuka.
Although she had heard the baritone growl emit from his perfectly masculine throat, she had mistaken it to be more of an encouragement and began to nip his shoulders and chest lightly with her delicate canines. He couldn't help it as an involuntary groan escaped his lips. It had been, after all, a great while since he had properly bedded a female. The built up stress and utter frustration was driving Trunks-ouji positively wild.
"Don't tease," he scorned as he snatched her wandering hands firmly by the wrists. It never ceased to amaze the lavender haired demi how her hands could fit so comformatively into his single palm. Struggling against his hold, the spiky haired female hissed at him as if a cat had taken the place of the resourceful female above him. In response to her efforts, he swiftly flipped her onto her back and pinned her there with the weight of his body, watching intently to see how she would react to being held captive like this. He had no intention of playing her game, but it was rather amusing to toy with her like this. A small smirk twisted his lips as he took in the infuriated gleam in Ruuka's eyes, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the feel of dominance. Then his eyes widened in shock.
Her scent! From the now increasingly noticeable aroma she was emitting, she was mid-season! How could this be? She wasn't fertile the day before when he... He would have known! His eyes involuntarily darkened to stare at hers, and her eyes sparked with a knowing light as his discovery registered in her mind. Instinct began to take over, his body aching to take her, mate her... bond with her! That last thought alarmed Trunks, his mind panicking even as his body began to act on its own. His arms crushed her feminine body to his masculine chest even as his mind screamed that what he was about to do was not supposed to happen! His body was guilty of treason but there didn't seem to be anything he could to do stop it. It was about him being male and her being female, and his body would not relent until it had fulfilled its painfully obvious desire.
"Let go! You're hurting me," Ruuka demanded, whimpering from the pain of being crushed by the gorgeous beast atop her, inadvertently breaking the spell that held the prince's mind captive.
Breathing rapidly, Trunks pulled away from her and let go of her hands. Thinking that he was simply complying with her wishes, Ruuka smiled and attempted to wrap her arms around the prince's sweat-slicked body. In one swift movement, the lavender haired demi rolled away from her and rose from the bed, standing to pull on a loose fighting gi that would conveniently conceal his excited state. I've got to leave, NOW! his brain scream out to him, despite the headache caused by being so close to the deceivingly desired female. Cursing every vulgar oath in every language he knew - some that would make even his Mother flush... even though he had learned many from her - he daringly turned his head to look back at what he was leaving one more time.
For a moment, Ruuka had panicked and almost cried out at the painful lack of closure, until his once pale eyes met hers in a striking stare. A smirk crept onto her features, thinking that she had captured him with a simple gaze. For many moments he critically observed her, every perfection and its accompanying caravan of imperfections. He opened his lips, and Ruuka knew that he was hers.
"I want you out of here by the time I am back, or I'll have you convicted of breaking into the royal quarters of a Prince," he pronounced coldly, enunciating each and every word with slow, distinct syllables. With a wave of his hands, he was gone, leaving a furious, heart broken, and unsatisfied young Saiyan female alone in a suddenly cold bed.
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For purposes of chaos, I've given Goten his Goku hair style.
Just so you know, I won't be updated Wild Occurrences nearly as often as I update Wish For The Past. WFTP is still my first priority, and besides which, WO is harder to write, since I've never written adult Goten, never written Pan at all, never written Marron, never written Bra, never written a romance before... you get the idea. ^_^
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