Behind Closed Doors

By: Buggi or aka Anti- Depressant

Author's Note: Nothing much to say on this so On w/ the Story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the series DBZ/GT or its character. Only the plot. Thanks you.

(Author's POV from now on)

She woke with a start. The rings of the royal blue curtains jingling as the sun suddenly invaded her dreams and willed her awake. She wanted nothing more to do than to tell whoever was in the room to go screw themselves and let her sleep longer. Rolling into the depths of the many pillows, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when she didn't meet the warm body of the prince. The thought caused her eyes to open suddenly, and she glared at the empty spot next to her. How dare he make her feel that way! She had only been there for no more than two months and she had taken a liking to him, no matter how much she to deny it. "Ah well..." She thought, rolling onto her back, her body sprawled out under the silk sheets.

"Did ye sleep well my lady?" Ayana's soft, timid voice sounded from where Pan knew she was standing with a tray.

Her new life so far was going well. The King, who seemed to always wear a stone hard expression, surprisingly took a liking to her. She guessed it was because his own daughter was about Pan's age. The Queen, Buruma, was in love with her and loved that her son had chosen her for his. She'd often spur on about how she believed that Pan would become more than his 'concubine'. In return, Pan would just smile and thank the Queen for thinking so highly of her. The only problem she had was the Princess herself. It was a matter of jealousy and Pan could tell by the way the air shifted when she and the Princess were in the same room. It was too bad she'd be leaving the royal family soon; she was starting to feel like she belonged. "Fine Ayana." Pan grinned like a cat and stretched, "Hopefully ye did not sleep too roughly. Have ye dreamed about your beloved Ebizo again?"

"Ye are simply horrid, my lady." The small red head grinned shyly as she brought the tray over and laid it over her lap.

"Me? Ye are the one who can not even talk to him. And he is only one of the most hansom ones." Pan winked, picking up the cup of tea, taking a sip.

"Good news fer ye, my lady." Ayana smiled as she went to pick out her attire for the morning, "'Member when ye told King Vegeta ye enjoyed fighting? Well he had a beautiful sword hand made and customized for ye. He wants ye to show the royal court yur skills tomorrow."

She blinked the piece of toast she had started munching on hanging off her lip, "Like a demonstration or something?"

"He wants to see how strong ye are. I think he will have Princess Bura spar with you. It is said that she is the strongest female with a sword."

"She is not stronger than I." Pan shrugged indifferently as she set the tray beside her and slipped from under the blanket, "Ye know what...I think I would enjoy a training session this morning. Bring me the armor Prince Trunks has given me."

"Yes, my lady." The girl nodded and pulled the tiny blue body suit out of the huge dresser.

Pan couldn't help but smirk as she slipped off all of her cloths and pulled the tight spandex over her hips. It looked like a bathing suit with sleeves. It stopped at her elbows and she just knew it would ride when she began training. Then all eyes would be on her, and if the Prince were there he'd get a show too... She shook the thought out of her mind as she glared at the floor. Where the hell were all these thoughts about the Prince coming from? Ok, he was absolutely gorgeous and any women in her right mind would throw herself at him, but he was still the cause of most of her suffering. "My Lady, do ye think it tis wise to wear such an outfit to train? The soldiers aren'' very well mannered and the only girl they are used to seeing train is Princess Bura and she usually has on Gi." The younger girl's voice was filled with concern as she dragged the heavy armored boots towards the bed, "And how can you possibly wear these things? They weight a ton!"

"It is not like I will let just any of those men come near me Ayana. I am not the Princess; I like to take risks. It tis fun." She grinned as she shoved her feet into the boots.

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The sharp metal swung past her face and she smiled as she gripped the handle of her sword. It was perfect. It reminded her of being home again, back on Mount Puzo where she could privately train herself. The training facilities were almost like that. Almost. The lack of privateness was apparent, as the men around couldn't help but to stare at her fluid movements. They had all crowded around to watch her. Compared to the Princess, she was the finest gem to ever walk into their quarters. They stared on in fascination, her technique with a sword fierce and handled well. She was using her own personal style, mixed with different and experienced techniques.

She closed her eyes, the keenness of the silence and muttered comments hanging on the air in the room. Her stance was perfect, no openings...no flaws. And the way she moved and cut her legs and blade through the air, made it seem as if her foe or sparring partner was really there in front of her; battling with just as much, if not more expertise than she was. Maybe the imaginary fighter was putting up a fight; maybe he was quicker than she was. No one knew, but they could see that she was moving with an odd state of concentration. The sweat that dripped down her forehead and ran a wet line down the side of her face didn't cause her to waver. As they looked on they could see the trance like face she made.

She was oblivious to the world around her and she could only see one thing, one vision that was branded into her mind. She was back home with her Uncle, their feet dancing as they both trained together. She smirked as she remembered the smirk that would come to his usually confused face. His face giving acknowledgment that she had gotten stronger since they last sparred. With her eyes closed she could hear the calm wind and the birds as they chirped, happily preached on a branch near them. And his scent; that smell each of the men in her family had that clung to the air and never let her forget. His laughter when she would send him colliding into a tree. It was such a lovely memory. Her Uncle Goten was her best friend. When she was just a tot, he would tease and play with her. Every year he would test her strength, sparring her to see what she had learned and how much she had developed with skill and age.

Next to her father, he was one of the most special men in her life. Just underneath her grandfather. She felt the intense feeling of sadness taking over her heart and almost wanted to start crying. If only she could stay with his memory a little longer…Her eyes blinked open as the muttering stopped and the soft sound of heels on the floor could be heard in the lingering silence. Blue came in contact with brown and the icy gaze shut every man in the room up. The two girls glared harshly at the other, each gaze promising great skill and determination when they faced one another. It wasn't a secret that the Princess hated Pan with a passion. She could tell that she was jealous, for whatever reason of her. "Concubine!" She stated her nose turned up as she watched her, "What makes you think you can train here, you are a mere sl--!"

"For your information...I have the permission from the King himself to train here." Pan growled, the tip of her sword rested on the floor as she panted softly, irritated that she had been interrupted.

"This space is reserved for the soldiers and authorized personnel only. I know my father would not permit someone such as you to train here. Now...leave." The aqua haired girl's voice was hitched with warning.

"Bura. My women has been permitted by our father to train here." The masculine voice of her lavender haired brother cut in before the two could share words.

"How dare you brother. Defending a whore you brought off the market." Her annoyed gaze turned to her brother's, "I will snap her in half tomorrow just to spite you!"

With that she turned, the sound of her heels fading as she stomped, disappearing down the corridor. Pan smirked as she turned around towards the Prince, the look on his face priceless. He was staring at her, his usually hard gaze was softened and he looked so entranced by her body. She grinned and tilted her head cockily, a few pieces of her ebony hair falling from the ponytail it was confined in. The room had been cleared out, all the soldiers fearing the Prince. They knew that the woman they had been watching belonged to him and that he could be territorial when it came to his personal things. Finally realizing just how he was staring at her, he averted his gaze to her face and coughed nervously. All she could do was smile as she watched him fidget in his spot. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Pan." He started, clearing his throat again before he went on, "I would be honored if you joined me for a private dinner tonight. In the gardens."

Her hand was on her hip and she couldn't help but glare at him, "It is not going to make me want to have sex with you, your highness."

"You should really get your mind out of the gutter girl." He sighed, shaking his head, "But if you do not wish to join me, I understand fully."

"Well...I suppose. If you don't try anything, I suppose I could eat with you. It is not like it would kill me." She nodded nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Good." He began to smirk, "You would have a problem if you did not agree to come."

She blinked as he disappeared through the double doors. It was weird how he had been nervous one minute and his cocky self the next. No matter; he was an idiot anyway. She didn't even know why she agreed to dine with him. Yes, he looked almost too cute when he had asked her, but she still hated him. At least he wanted to hate him. It was odd, he was starting to get under her skin, no matter how much she tried to deny. He was intoxicating and the way he brushed against her at night sent her body into a whirl. "Ok fine, so maybe I wouldn't mind screwing him, but he still should burn." She huffed as she sheathed her sword and wiped the sweat off her brow.

"I suppose I should have Ayana pick something out for me to wear. I can not go naked." She grinned devilishly, "He probably would not even mind..."

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She couldn't help but grin at the butterflies in her stomach. When she had gotten to the room she and the prince shared, Ayana, her mother and a few other maids were their fusing with each other. Almost on impulse, a confused look came to her face and she watched as some rushed around with perfumes and nick-knacks in their arms. She blinked and then blinked again as she looked stupidly around the room. She didn't know whom to ask because all of the women were moving in such haste it made her dizzy. Her eyes grew wide as she practically stumbled over what most of everyone's attention was draw to. A white manikin stood in the middle of the room, the black and blue fabric of the evening gown it was modeling shining in the sun as it poured through the partially opened window. "Oh my god..." She breathed, all the air seemingly being sucked from her chest as her hand went up to steady herself.

She was oblivious to the gazes that fell upon her after she uttered the soft words. No one had ever gotten her such an exquisite gift. The way the dress faded from the basic color blue at the top into black made the dress look like the way the sky faded at night. The small gems at the bottom made it look like scattered stars. She blinked in disbelief as a plump servant women stood beside her, a black incased box with a beautiful diamond reef necklace inside sparkling up at her. Wasn't this just a private dinner? A smile came to her face as she nodded her approval and they started to rush around again. By the time they sent her on her way again, it was around 9. The prince had sent a message for her a while earlier, telling her not to be late. She couldn't help but feel as though they would never finish dressing her.

But the end product was breath taking. She stood in front of a full-length mirror, her eyes wide as she stared at herself. The look was so foreign to her, all the jewels she wore and the primped hair. Never had she stood in a pair of high heels. For once she didn't feel common and unclean among all these people, even though she spent most of her time conversing with the servants. She guessed it was because she understood the dialect they used and she shared so many things in common with them. She felt so sophisticated and all she wanted to do was fly home, walk into her parent's living room and show them how she developed into such a beautiful young woman. Looking at how wonderful she looked brought a broad grin to her full satin lips and she seemed not to be able to stop by the time she was walking into the lush garden.

She didn't know where to meet him at, but she still walked forward, the smell of every kind of different flower hitting her fragile saiya-jin senses. The moon reflected off her dress perfectly and even her eyes came alive as she walked with a paced stride forward. He saw her before she saw him and he almost choked on the wine he had been impatiently sipping on as he wait for her. It was as expected. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress he had chosen for her. To think that he had seen this girl so long ago; thought she was beautiful even then and now she belonged to him. Why did all the perfect girls come in such a small package? It seemed all the potential came everywhere else but in the royal girls. Had his mother been a royal before she married his father, Bura would hate herself now. He smirked at the thought of his younger sister screaming about her face and figure. He stood up quickly, compelled to greet her properly when she approached him. "You look..." He coughed, his badass demeanor slipping fast as he spoke, "You are beautiful Pan...you really are."

It was hard to keep from smiling at him. He was doing it again, falling short when he usually was so bold towards her any other time. He could watch her move around in the nude in the privacy of their room, but she didn't understand why he turned into mush any other time. She was just a girl, right? Just a normal beautiful girl, with attitude and the brawns to go with it. No, she was something more. Deep down, there was something more to her...something very special.

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Bura glared down at the laughing pair as she stood on her balcony. Why did her brother get to have the perfect women in his life? She wanted someone perfect too! The Prince her mother had introduced her to a few months early nearly made her want to empty her stomach all over his face; truthfully. And all Trunks had to do was buy a concubine. Her grip on the bar tightened as she watched her brother whisper in her ear. She scoffed. It was probably something dirty, knowing how her brother was with females. That girl. She was corrupting her brother, she was making him act different, she was...extremely hot.

She was probably seducing her brother without even noticing it. After all she did come off a little naïve, but Bura knew that wasn't so. She let out a quiet growl as she watched them a while longer, the disgusted look plastered on her face. That girl was going down tomorrow. She irked her far too much and made her jealous beyond belief. She wanted to be the center of attention again. She needed to be the center of attention and she knew she wouldn't be if she continued to be in the way. When she sick of the scene, she muttered hostilely under her breath. "I am so going to kick your sorry ass, my lady." Turning around, she disappeared through thesatin curtainsof her room.

Author's Note: Ok. To clear something's up, at the beginning when Pan is talking to Ayana, they speck a little differently than the royals do. The peasants and servants have a more broken language so when you see something miss-spelled when they are talking, don't worry. Anyway. I hope you liked that chapter. Review please and I'll update ASAP! Ja'Ne!

Buggi