Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

A/N: I don't know if one would consider this chapter Pan bashing; I actually love Pan as much as I do Bra and Marron.

Turles is an intergalactic pirate/slave trader and Pan's been away for almost two years.

There are unfinished parts to this chapter.

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Chapter Three: Pan's dilemma.

Pan jerked awake with a start. Someone was approaching.

She trembled among the silken clothing in the storage trunk, listening intently. Her breath came in short little pants, and her heart beat wildly in her chest. Just before nightfall, she'd managed to sneak on board by hiding in the cargo, a couple of hours before they brought on supplies. Earlier, she had sensed the ship's movement and realized that they had taken off as she'd drifted asleep. It had to be late but, she had no idea how late it was. She quickly held her breath…silently listening.

"But, Master Turles, the incoming call came from Lord Frieza!" An ugly, graveled voice sounded far, too close for comfort, to Pan.

"Shut up, Salvador, if I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it. Take my armor to the slaves and have them clean it." The sharply controlled, authoritatively arrogant male voice sent tingles of apprehension up Pan's spine before gradually settling up into her neck, making her hair stand on end. She heard something start beeping, and then heard a click.

Damn, was she scared! She wondered what the hell she could have been thinking when she decided to do this. 'It was sheer madness- That's what it was- uh huh!' Pan nodded her head in the dim darkness of the repository she'd hid in. She quickly held her breath, as she realized that she'd probably just given herself away.

"Hmmm…" The commander almost whispered out his next words, a tremor of keenness running through his thick, muscular frame. "Well-well, I smell trepidation." The authoritatively Saiya-jin presence known as Turles growled. He ordered his subordinate, "That will be all, leave me."

"Yes, Sir!" The ugly puce alien saluted, picking up the Saiya-jin's armor before quickly strutting from the room.

The huge Saiya-jin leisurely walked over to a far wall, inhaling slowly. He came to stop before a wooden storage trunk and stood over it. Exhilaration filed through him, and he shuddered again. He hadn't been this excited over anything in a long while, except the strange onna he'd watched the other day. Gods, even his manhood was increasing rapidly. Nothing ever affected him this way.

The scouter that adorned his left ear had picked up someone's rising ki and it hadn't been that high. He wondered if it was a woman, for he sensed someone's radiating dread. He took off the now silent apparatus, laying it down on a nearby chair. Reaching out with lighting speed, he quickly threw open the trunk lid, which groaned lowly. He stood there; mesmerized, not realizing that it was the girl he'd watched the other night.

"Damn…what is this?" He curtly stepped back and folded his arms as a shrill scream edified the interior metal walls of the ship. Turles growled and bent over, grabbing the back of Pan's hair in his fist, and pulled her up into a standing position.

"Oi…it seems I've caught myself a little stowaway."

His voice became suavely sensual, and as he smirked, she met his eyes, sending an alarming flutter of butterflies bursting forth from her stomach. She cried out, awed by him even though he was hurting her. Her hands reached back to cover his, pulling and clawing at them, trying to make him let go. She stared at his massive chest, and her eyes traveled up his neck to his face. He was definitely handsome and as she looked at his face she realized just how much like her grandfather he looked; his strange black hair stuck out wildly in all directions, just like his. He appeared much, much larger though. He had seemed smaller from the distance she'd been at yesterday. She only came to the middle of his chest!

She gave a squeak as he grabbed her under the arms, pulling her up and out of the storage trunk. "My-my, what a treasure this is." He sounded extremely pleased as she vehemently cried out in miserable infuriation. He brusquely pulled her to his body, his hardness pressing brutally into her. She put her hands flat against the spandex covering his chest, as she tried to push him away.

"So…you thought highly of yourself to hide in my personal belongings?" His voice quickly became inflexible. "Well, have you nothing to say in your defense?"

Pan closed her eyes, fighting back tears, and thought of her family back home…her parents, her Grandmother, and Uncle Goten. She'd left them behind more than one and a half years ago. She'd never even missed them this much before. They were home and safe…home- beautiful, wonderful planet, Earth. She thought of how she'd been angry with everyone when she had departed, depressed over the rejection that Trunks had dished out, telling her he wasn't ready for a commitment after stringing her along for two years. She'd been so hurt…she had wanted to crawl into the earth and die.

Oh, how she missed them now! She'd probably never get to see them again! This callous, reproaching pirate would probably tear her apart. She let out a ragged breath and tried to stop the threatening tears from falling. There was no way she was going to let this crude barbarian asshole think she was weak.

Turles pushed his pelvis against her now smarting hips and her eyes flew open. The Saiya-jin brigand was looking intensely at her, his deep onyx eyes making her feel a hateful, unwanted shooting stab of quicksilver running up from her lower stomach to her chest...

Turles grew livid, boiling with anger at this exasperating little whore. She had no business stowing away on his ship. And yet, he could feel himself growing even more rigid with lust. "Do you feel this?" He cupped her bottom with one hand, squeezing the soft round of her clothed flesh hard and ground himself into her, rubbing her up against his spandex covered maleness. "This is what we do to little stowaways like you- we punish them."

As he pushed her up against the stainless-steel wall, she grunted, looking at him hatefully as he locked his hips against hers, arching his torso away from her, pulling his head down to directly look her in the eyes.

Pan struggled against him, beating madly at his chest. "Put me down, damn it!" She hazily realized how futile this all was when he didn't budge an inch, standing still, holding her like a rock as she pummeled him. He brought his face closer to hers and whispered with a- "Mmm…I just love a good brawl before dessert."

Turles took note of how beautiful this creature was, long black hair which held a glint of blue throughout it. Her dark eyes sparked with agitation and anger; pouting full lips tinged with a little red, a tiny tip-tilted nose; breathtakingly lovely, ivory skin. Yes, quite beautiful, beautiful enough for him- white skin being very rare indeed. Looking at her, she vaguely brought back a query in the back of his mind…a tiny remembrance…he just couldn't quite grab it. He growled low in his throat, watching as her pupils expanded along with her eyes, her nostrils flaring with something other than fear.

"What's the matter?" he leisurely questioned. "Are you turned on? Yes…I know you are."

"Arrg- hell no!" She cursed at him and started squirming again. She stopped when she felt him nuzzle her neck, kissing and licking up along her chin, and back down again, inhaling sharply, shocked, when he went lower, almost to her breasts.

He stopped abruptly, and swung her up over his shoulder. Wordlessly, he strode down the corridor and crossed through an open door, with her wildly beating on his back all the way. Ignoring her protests, he hastily shut the door and locked it. He maneuvered her to his bed, throwing her down on the mattress, and shot out crudely, "Let's fuck, shall we?'"

He swiftly pulled his spandex top off over his head. Pan stared at his naked chest, unexpectedly mesmerized. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately scolded herself, huffing at him. "Look, I only wanted a ride off that stinking planet that I was on! You ain't doing anything with me," she hotly cried, scowling at him, and crossed her arms over her chest.

He looked pointedly at her, grounding out effortlessly, "Oh, you're getting a ride alright."

Pan felt helplessly lost in the half-lidded gaze that he gave her; she could strongly feel the passionate enthusiasm ebbing off this sexy, but abhorrent Saiya-jin. "After all- there's a price to pay," he shot out, his lip curling disdainfully. The earlier fear she'd felt rose itself to an ugly head, she could feel herself tremble with fatuous anticipation, tinged with a monstrous fear. Oh, she wanted out of here! She scowled and started crawling towards the foot of the bed to bolt.

"Nuh-uh uh," Turles shook his finger at her. "I'd not do that, if I were you."

She cried out an obscenity, moving to the head of the bed as he continued shucking his boots, and started taking off the bottom of his spandex bodysuit. He straightened up and stood majestically before her. He smirked, as he saw her blush and avert her eyes; not looking at him.

He whispered, "Well now, you're going to get yours…" Her eyes widened as she realized her impending doom. His tail flicking back and forth, he was over her in a flash. He took hold of her tee shirt in both fists, and in a split second, ripped it completely in half.

Pan screamed as Turles bent over her and started nuzzling her neck again. Reaching her ear, he licked around it, making her shudder. His voice seductively hummed against it as he spoke. "Yes- scream, little one." I'm going to stroke you mercilessly until you scream my name…." His hot mordant tongue again intertwined with her ear, his teeth biting the lobe, drawing blood- his breath hot and tickling. "You will end up begging me to take you again."

She moaned, crying, "No!" She protested again, but to no futilely. His hands fervently stroked across her body, and he pulled off her torn shirt and bra as he suckled her neck, earning another moan from her.

He stopped and looked down at her. "Take those off," he demanded, "Or shall I rip them off?"

She yelped and started undoing the snap and zipper. She quickly complied and pushed her jeans down and off, leaving on her underwear.

His left eyebrow rose and he roughly enquired, "Is it ripping time?"

She shook her head, stopping his hand and holding it with hers. "Wait- Turles."

His eyes locked with hers; he liked the sound of his name on her voice. "What?"

He waited, as her pink tongue came out and licked her lips. "Okay, I- I'll do it."

He watched as she hooked her hands into the sides of her panties, making like she was going to pull them down. She turned it into a slow, show pulling at one side, hoping to stall the inevitable. He wasn't wearing his scouter, but it still could start beeping if she used her power. 'Shit, this is hopeless.'

On one hand she could defend herself, hoping she didn't get pummeled too badly. On the other hand, she had to play along to hide it. She'd been with a couple of men before- namely Bulma's son Trunks- but they had parted on his insistence. He had taken her virginity when they'd only been friends, and growing closer, had later become a couple. The other boy she'd been with wasn't even worth thinking about. He'd been a mistake and she'd gotten back with Trunks, after he again asked her out just before Goku had left. She'd said yes and he had, without a doubt, helped her overcome the loss of her grandfather, before deplorably breaking her heart.

She contemplated the enemy. This Saiya-jin who looked like her grandfather was enormous… She stopped her eyes at the bottom of his chest. She was too afraid to look at him. 'Dende, just how 'big' is he?' Her apprehension quickly took over, and she tried desperately to run out of the room, bolting for the door. He moved so fast that she ran right into his chest and she struggled with him, putting up a good fight.

His scouter started beeping; he ignored it, and ground out, "Stop, unless you like violent orgies."

She instantly did as he told her, her face revealing her utter dismay, as he smirked ominously at her. "The other men have not been with a female in a very long time, you would not want to find yourself in an awkward position, now would you?" His eyes seemed to glitter as he leered at her helplessness. She swallowed hard, crossing her arms over her nudity as she put on a fierce bravado, resentfully scowling back at him.

He abruptly left the room through a side door, and Pan tried for the other door. There was no handle, no button she could push.

"Now,what's going on?" She demanded loudly to no one. She stood there silently contemplating the situation. She sure picked the wrong ship to jump, that's for sure. It must have been the fact that he'd looked so much like her Grandpa. She looked around for another way out.

"Oh, Grandpa Goku…how could I have been so stupid?" she cried out in feeble helplessness.

The door slid open. The enormous, imposing Saiya-jin known as Turles was effectively standing in front of her, blocking any chance of her escape.

"Now, just where do you think you are going?"

She sulked indignantly. "I ain't going anywhere! Why ain't there any handle or button to open the door with?" She growled. "Damn you, I wanna' fight you! I can tell you're strong…Damn! I need to train; I ain't done it in a couple of years!"

"Tell me, sweetness, how can you perceive my strength?" He spoke with sarcastic contempt. "And…what was that about the need to train? Do tell, darling?"

"Why should I tell-" she gasped, startled. He'd sunk a needle into her side, near her hip, swiftly injecting her with something. "W- what's that?"

"Now…why do you not relax? Here is a soft bed for you. Lie down, Amasa." He half lifted her, and she felt lightheaded…almost as if she were floating. The cunning Saiya-jin pirate's voice quickly started misting further and further away as she felt his hands roam over her. She vaguely registered his head near her chest and struggled for comprehension. Her arms flailed out to try to hold on to something, and she had the impression she was falling down a long, protracted tunnel, vaguely hearing someone's resounding scream far off in the distance.

She didn't even realize it was her own voice that pierced sharply through the airless, murky interior of the brigand's cabin, as she lost consciousness.

Mirai era…

"Oh no! Your Granddaughter is in grave danger!" King Kai hastily regretted his loud ejection. He'd meant to keep quiet about details. His face contorted as he inwardly growled, 'Man, if only I could keep my big mouth shut…'

Everyone who had passed away fighting the Androids in the Future era had gathered at King Kai's place- all except Gohan and Vegeta. Gohan had received a special invitation to the Grand Kai's palace for training and, Vegeta was in hell.

Goku came over to where the little, round God was grunting to himself, and placed a hand on his back. "That's my Granddaughter? Oh, man- that Saiya-jin looks just like me! Yowee," he exclaimed, "he just stuck her with a- a needl-"

King Kai heard a loud thump and knew that his favorite student had passed out.

Krillin ran over to Goku and slapped his cheeks. "Goku! Are you okay?"

"He only saw a needle…" King Kai interjected grumpily. "What's with him and needles anyway?" He suddenly growled and Krillin backed away from him. "Damn it, I hate to watch this- damn you to Hell, Turles!" King Kai shook his fist.

Piccolo, who'd silently watched this interaction from nearby, harshly ejaculated, "Turles?" He quickly got up and sharply placed a palm on the lord's back, who only cringed- crying, "I wish you guys would stop doing that!"

"Damn, that is him, I wish we could stop him! It makes me feel so helpless!" He lowered his voice so the others wouldn't hear. "Where is the Supreme Kai?"

"He was supposed to be going to New Namek to resurrect you with Porunga."

Piccolo growled, "I knew that... I wish he'd hurry…" He closed his eyes. "To live again!"

Back On the ship, Bulma, Chi-Chi Krillin and Barbara were eating down in the kitchen as Bardock reveled in the heaviness of the gravity as he pushed himself further in his training. He usually didn't train at all, using his pure strength to purge, but after hearing stories of Goku gaining strength after every battle from the Earthlings, he wanted to get stronger. His son had also worn weighed clothing, helping him gain extra strength.

Sweat ran down his naked chest as he pumped Yamcha's weights…they were only three hundred pounds but if he lifted them enough, they would work, especially in the heightened gravity.

Raditz finished his quick meal before heading back towards his quarters. The ship was in an uproar, all because of the little shit he'd brought with him. He'd have to find some way to control her or he'd be expelled from the ship.

She'd caused mayhem in the kitchen, getting into everything imaginable. The kitchen slaves had disappeared so he'd had to cook for the brat. He'd had to clean up after her, bathe her, clean up after her and bathe her again. He'd been late to supp because of the girl. She disappeared constantly. He had no way of keeping track of her.

He hoped his sanity would hold out. He'd put her to bed earlier just to find she'd been up to no good elsewhere. He'd been summoned again and again, and he grew weary of it.

He supposed it was a challenge, one that he didn't really want, but here he was- stuck. Raditz wanted to paddle her behind but good, but he hadn't touched her. He couldn't, he didn't want damaged goods and, of course, he'd grown fond of her in the short time he'd known the- "Koji," as he'd come to call her. Earlier, he'd checked on her before he'd gone to find something to eat in the kitchen and she'd been sound asleep.

"Tired?" He had said aloud as he looked at her peaceful slumber. "That makes two of us," he growled, as he'd quietly shut the door, locking it behind him, and had then crept down to the ship's kitchen to a meager meal of leftovers.

His appetite satiated, Raditz now reached his bedroom, standing wearily at the door, before lowering his hand. Not wishing to disturb the little hellion, he headed back down the hall to an empty unused room to lie down on the single cot that lay inside. He felt exhausted, something he hadn't felt in a long time…

Murkiness…

A sick physical sensation overcame the substantial fogginess and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Struggling desperately for a breath, she felt as if she were underwater as she regained consciousness, pushing feebly against the weight of something, and balling her hands into fists- pounding, trying to break free and vaguely heard male laughter through the drug induced nightmare which plagued her mind.

The futility of it overcame her and she unknowingly screamed. Before losing control of her consciousness again, Pan felt forceful rocking, as if she were on a boat and an opulently sweet pressure against the center of her pelvis, divulging deep into her core…

"I'm going to fall!" Her voice rang out in desperation as her mind filled with giddy, nauseous awareness and she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, as if she'd fallen, and something tore sharply through her flesh, burning. She again screamed and heard the blatantly sardonic mirth once more...

Through the pain, strange sensations quickly flooded into her giddy mind; a man…no, her grandfather- was it? He was in strange surroundings, fighting with a viciousness that didn't seem familiar, she saw the man in different places, doing different things and somehow it appeared ascetically sadistic.

It wasn't her grandfather.

She heard superfluous chuckling in her ear as her senses slightly cleared, and an equally unwanted voice whispered sweet nothingness into the small shell…"Mine all mine, Amasa…you belong to me..." Laughter once again mocked at her helplessness. She became aware of someone's redundant violation and pushed powerlessly at the heaviness.

'I feel…oh…oh…'

She didn't even realize the pleasure of her climax as his seed shot deeply into her. She soon felt the pressured weight leave her and she quickly became aware of feeling cold.

'Tired, I'm so tired…' she thought as she let herself once again sink downward into the stark void of nothingness...

Bra and Marron scrambled out of the Saiya-jin space pod as soon as the door dropped open. Marron dropped to the ground. "Oh, my head hurts."

Bra looked around. "I'm sorry, Marron, I raised my ki to protect you. Those things sure land hard. Come on, we'll have to climb out of here." She took Marron's hand and pulled her up. She didn't want to fly as they might be discovered. She felt Marron struggle with the obvious slightly heightened gravity, but it wasn't a problem for her.

"I feel so sick," Marron held her hand to her head. Bra shushed her and closed her eyes…feeling for her father's ki signature. "Come on! I've found him." Bra squealed and grabbed Marron's hand as she ran to the west.