Behind Closed Doors
By: Buggi or aka Anti- Depressant
Author's Note: Yes people. I am the Le'Anti-Depressant. BD I wasn't exactly planning on exposing that to you, I was going to go on with my new writing personality and blah blah… but. I was looking at my old profile and it did say on hold and I did really love writing this story. So I decided I'd just repost the ones I really liked because I do still have all the files. I hope you guys like it, a lot of people enjoyed it before so. Although I was going over what I had already wrote and realized how many typos and shit. Because I'm a lazy ass and I usually aaaaalways have a few typos in my stuff even after I recheck it. So its revised and I changed a few things, so enjoy! Anyways…I'm babbling so now, ON w/ the Story! Ja'Ne!
Disclaimer: I do not own the series DBZ/GT or its character. Only the plot. Thanks you.
They said I would never understand. They told me I was too young to comprehend. That he would only treat me as a tool, a mere toy. And at first they were right. I was his tool; I was his toy. But then...well, why not we go back. I will tell you our story...our story of a binding love. A sick and twisted love...Because only two know what happened...behind closed doors..
It was dark. I was gagged and the chains around my neck and confining my arms must have been turning my skin blue by now, because they were so tight. My whole body shook from the cold and I swear to you, even my bones clattered. If I did not have something shoved in my mouth, I knew my teeth would be chattering right along. I felt so naked, and I probably was, considering my past experiences. They were trying to sell me again. You see, I live the sad life of a concubine. Last month a wealthy widowed man, at least in his 30's, had bought me. Within 2 days, he sold me back, declaring that, "She be too hard to break and what a horrible heathen bitch she be, with the temper of a poisonous scorpion to match."
I can not blame him, I am not the happy type. I do not fall on my back and give my most precious treasure to Anyone. Hence, I fight fiercely to protect my virginity, no matter how much of a slave I am. I choke briefly and stumble forward as someone; most likely the guard jerks me forward to walk. I really do despise this life and that is why the second I get a new 'master', I am going to rip his throat out and escape back home. I still remember the day they came and took me from my home. I lived on a mountain in a cozy, peaceful flat house with my parents and grandparents. The worse part about it was, my Uncle had to witness the whole thing, but could do nothing to help.
He could only watch in horror as they dragged my kicking and screaming form away from him. We had thought we were so safe in our 'secret' sparring spot in the gorge. That was the day that hate was scarred into my heart. Instinct was a given and I immediately put up a wall, not trusting even the kindest caretaker. But the incident I remember most vividly was seeing the Prince. Even thinking about it now, I can not help but narrow my eyes in pure hatred. I saw him, begged him to make his guards put me down, to let me free. But he only walked past, his cold stare and smirk oozing into my core. The look on his face, pure delight, it made me shiver.
He was exactly like you would imagine a Prince to be. Especially from the way his father, King Vegeta, was. I thought because of the rank of my family, he would acknowledge me, but he just brushed me off. I hated everyone that stood in my way or prevented me to get home again after that. "Pick up your pace," the grungy guard commands as I am led up what I guess is a hallway. It is still pitch black dark and I can not see a thing in front of my nose, except for the shining armor of the man in front of me. Someone must have already brought me. They would not be moving me like this unless I was going to my new 'home'. I do not think it fair, sending me to some un-expecting man. He would only send me back after a day.
"The poor sap." I mutter, looking up as I am thrown into a lit room.
I look around the neatly kept room. Where the hell was I? From what I can tell, it is a very clean bathroom. Well that is a change. Usually they only give me a bucket of water and a torn rag. They were...pampering me? My brow rises as two women walk into the room, one with a basket of bathing oils and the other carrying bundles of towels. I started to notice that the bathroom was not an ordinary bathroom when the women started to bathe me. The tub was not a tub at all; It was built into the ground and when you pushed some controls on the wall nearby, warm massaging bubbles formed in the water.
There were even golden-framed paintings on the wall and there were statues by the entrance. The widowed man that I lived with before was not this wealthy. Curiosity gets the better of me and before I can think, my mouth opens, "Where am I?"
At first no one said anything, so I sigh softly and sit there. That was mighty rude. They could have at least answered my question. "You are in the royal palace. The Prince awaits you in his chambers; you are to be his now. His highness brought you for his 24th birthday."
"Eya! Did I hear you correct?" I ask, as I am lead out of the water.
They fall silent again as they toweled the water from my body. I guess I did hear right. Great, just my luck. I get stuck with the bastard that I said that I was going to get back at. A glint comes to my eyes as they start rubbing the scented oils into my skin. If I stayed around for a little while, I could kick his ass and then escape. I smirk faintly, my tail swishing behind me. This could get really interesting. "What is your name...?" The youngest one asks as she takes stands of my hair, twirls them around her finger and pins them up decoratively.
"Um... I am Pan. Son Pan." Well that threw me off.
"Pan. Tha's a lo'vely name. My mother and I will be takin' care of you from now on. My name is Ayana."
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The two women, Ayana and her mother Umi, finished the long transformation and sent me on my way. I felt so odd. I was not used to this kind of treatment; no one had pampered me like this in years. I smelt of different kinds of flowers and spices; my skin was creamy like milk and just as smooth. The casual blue dress hugged curves and cleavage that were usually defiled and unclothed. With the soft, satin fabric wrapping around me and flowing to the ground, I still felt comfortable. Although boots and fighting Gi would be a much better pick. "Beggars shan't be choosers, I suppose."
I pause briefly and stop at the only double doors in the corridor, "Damn...his room must be huge."
Sighing, I prepare myself to be molested or beaten as soon as my 'master' opened the door. Both things were not the best, but I could certainly deal with them. I would fight him all night if I had to. Poor thing too, I hear I be the first female that he has ever purchased. They say saiya-jin females can be bitches and I know exactly how I can be sometimes, so let us see. If he be a strong male, than he will have no problem handling me. He is a saiya-jin too after all. After I take a deep calming breath, I lift my hand up and knock on the door. A shiver runs up my back as I hear shuffling from inside.
The door is pulled open and I stare in shock at the Prince toweling his hair nonchalantly. He stops for a minute, looks me over and then gives me that cold smirk of his. I blink as my breath catches in my throat and I can not help but stare at his half naked body, the other half concealed by a dark blue towel. Damn, if only that thing were not there. I look back up at his face and he jesters me in with his head. Now was my turn to notice the long locks that was his hair. Since the last time I saw him, he has grown in both height and masculinity. He was no longer that boy I loathed; he was a very intimidating, towering and hansom man.
"You are finally mine, eh Pan? I've been waiting for you for a while now, my lady." He purred, lifting my chin with his fingers.
"I did not know you were waiting for so long. I hope you realize that you are not getting anything from me Prince Trunks so you can forget it." I said, snatching my face from his grasp.
"I had a feeling you would feel that way. But you are mine, so I will break you...in time. But for now, we'll start things slow. This is our room; we share everything equally so get used to it."
"Hn...Figures…" I snorted, looking around the well-furnished room.
"You should get used to the fact that I will be seeing enough of your naked body soon, so you shouldn't try to hide it from me. Ayana and her mother will probably come when you wake up to measure you for clothing..."
"What kind of clothing?"
He chuckled in amusement and walked into the bathroom, "Anything you desire. Dresses, jewelry, trinkets, whatever you women wear..."
"Fighting Gi?" I asked, like an excited child. Listen to me.
I could hear him laughing as the smell of his cologne invades my senses, "If that is what you wish, then my woman shall have it."
I blink in shock. Was he actually being nice to me? He sounded so proper, which was unexpected. I hadn't thought he'd actually treat me this way. I don't know what I wanted him to do. At least try to jump on me or something. I shake my head slightly as I walk over to the huge King size bed and fell onto it. The soft quilts of the bed engulfed me as I covered myself with them and snuggled into warmth of the pillows. I hadn't felt this comfortable; this relaxed...this cared for in a long time... Maybe the time I spent here would do me some good. Maybe I could live with that bastard for just a while…
Author's Note: LoL. I love this story, so I had to bring it back. Well…a lot has happened since then and I just thought the Anti-Depressant needed a break cause she was giving me a damn headache along with my parents. But she's back with another different pen and she's here to stay for a while. Since I realized that I hadn't stopped writing this, but only put it on hold, I decided to give it life again. So I hope you like it! Review! Ja'Ne Everyone!
Buggi