Part II...

The searing sting of the teeth of the whip biting into her skin had her crying out shrilly, and her back arched sharply, bringing her gaze up. Through the tangled, matted mess of hair hanging in her face, she saw her mother being held by one of the other men, a blank look on her face and hatred burning in her eyes. She knew her mother's mask anywhere, and the sight of it sent blessed relief flowing through her veins. She was well aware of their aim to torture her mother through her, and to see that she was at least hiding her true feelings from them was relieving.

"Well, shit, this isn't working," the orange skinned alien tossed the whip to the side, and leaned in to whisper in Pan's ear, "maybe I should fuck you again, little beauty. I got a few tears out of your stony Mommy when I did that."

Horror washed through the Son and she desperately shook her head in the negative, opening her mouth to convince him otherwise. He responded by grabbing her chin and forcing her to keep her mouth open, "Mm, I forgot about your tongue... Maybe if I cut it out your blow jobs'll be a bit better. Rai," he beckoned to a purple skinned alien with stark white hair, "come here. You're the best at cutting out tongues."

"Why not sew her mouth shut, if you don't want to listen to her cry while you bed her?" Rai questioned, brandishing a small, scalpel-like knife in his hand, "hold her still. If she moves too much, I might mess up and make her bleed to death. We don't want that," he shot a smirk over his shoulder at Videl, "do we, Mom?"

Vision clouding with tears, Pan closed her eyes tightly as she felt Rai grasp the tip of her tongue with his thumb and index finger and, as she felt the cold edge of the blade touch the side of her tongue, there was a shout and a loud explosion. Rai sliced straight through the pink muscle and cauterized the wound, "well... they caught up with us. I thought we were home free, Dilios."

"I guess not," Dilios, the orange skinned alien, smiled wickedly as the five saiyan warriors and Uub entered the large, dome-shaped room, "well, well, well... and here I was thinking you'd gone and forgot about these two lovely ladies."

With a snap of his fingers, the chains holding Pan down to the floor vanished, and he laced his fingers in the hair at the back of her head and pulled her to her feet, holding her tightly against him, showcasing her beaten, bruised, bloodied body, clad in a skimpy outfit that seemed to only consist of a few swatches of fabric and string to hold it all together, "I've been having so much fun with this one... if you get my drift."

The man shamelessly ground his crotch into Pan's rear end, smirking at the enraged, livid expressions that settled even more prominently on each of the male's features. The small, petite saiyan in his hold gave a silent whimper and shuddered with revulsion as he licked her from the base of her throat to the shell of her ear, leaving his thick saliva on her skin.

"Ah ah ah," Dilios leveled a small ki blast underneath Pan's chin, aiming up at her head, when Gohan and Trunks made to move forwards, "any closer and I'll blow her brains out." He nodded towards the alien holding Videl and he did the same to her, holding her tightly against his body. The older woman's features creased slightly with discomfort as the man whispered something to her in his native tongue and subtly slipped his hand under her shirt, fondling her abdomen and breasts.

"What the hell do you want from us?" Trunks spat hatefully, his eyes trained on his nineteen year-old girlfriend, "just tell us so you can let them go."

"But where's the fun in doing things the easy way? Oh well, since you're in such a rush," Dilios hugged Pan's form to him tightly, smirking as he disturbed several broken ribs, "I want the Dragon Balls I've heard so much about. I want a wish. You give me that and the lovely ladies are yours to take."

The six men looked at each other warily, knowing full well that the Dragon had left the planet four years prior. It was Gohan that spoke, "alright, we'll get you your wish." At the incredulous looks from the others, save Goku and Vegeta, he shook his head and turned his gaze back to his daughter, "we'll be back soon." It was only for the sake of Pan and Videl that he said this. It was all he could do not to give in to the abominable rage that was burning hotter than the sun in his chest.

As they turned to leave, Vegeta, who was the last to turn, cracked his knuckles rather loudly when he saw both Dilios and his guard relaxing their holds on Pan and Videl. Not even a half of a second after he did so, Goku and Gohan phased out of sight. Shouting angrily, the orange skinned leader made to grab Pan again, but she was already across the room, along with her mother, safely tucked behind Goten and Trunks... and Gohan was standing in her place.

In that moment, Dilios knew it was over... and so, saving himself a long, painful trip to the afterlife, he popped a small pill out of a space where a tooth once had been with his tongue and bit down on it sharply, "sorry, not sorry," he spat, froth building up in his mouth as he began to choke, "see you in hell."

In a hive-mind manner, the other guards were suddenly also frothing at the mouth, choking and collapsing to the floor in violent spasms. Gohan swore angrily as Dilios ceased breathing and a violent burst of golden ki exploded outwards from his body as he ascended to Mystic for the first time in years. His chest heaved violently as he struggled to keep himself under control.

Videl grabbed Trunks' arm, "give me your shirt," she gestured to the grievously injured girl who was tucked under her arm. The Briefs immediately removed his shirt and handed it to her.

"Pan-chan," she cooed, "Panny, come on, lets get you covered up." Pan looked up at her with dim brown eyes and moved away from her so she could slip the shirt over her small form. Carefully maneuvering her battered, broken limbs and body, the mother got the huge shirt onto Pan and allowed her to return to her arms.

"Damn cowards," Trunks growled, "they deserved worse." His own temper was flaring but he had a much better hold on it than Gohan did at the moment. The Son was getting his bearings about him, and the ki-induced winds were beginning to die down.

Gohan loosened his grip on the powerful ki coarsing through his veins and let it leave him, internally cursing himself for allowing Dilios to escape his grasp so easily. His deep brown gaze flicked to where his wife and daughter stood, and he felt his heart simultaneously shatter and flood with more anger. Videl looked at though she'd aged a thousand years in three days, and Pan... staring into her empty brown eyes sent a chill down his spine. It was like staring into the eyes of Death itself.

He'd failed them both, and he would never be able to forgive himself for it.

Well then... That's all of it. It hurt to write this...

~CloudSpires1295~