Disclaimer; I don't own Dragonball Z.

Warning: Contains lemon; slightly graphic rape.

Pairing; Bra/Raditz, Vegeta/Marron, Pan/Turles

Chapter Four: Marron's Anguish.

Raditz's eyes fluttered open, groggily focusing straight up above him, to where the hushed sound of feminine voices were "loudly" emitting. He heard a soft expletive, then- "Hey, what'd ya do that for?" The other voice, which seemed a tad more authoritarian, demanded the other creature to go back, to which the former replied, "I can't, I'm stuck."

His eyebrow rose as he heard grunting struggles and heavy breathing, before the ribbed grate that covered the tetragon opening of the heating duct fell to the metal floor of the ship with a resounding crash. He then rose to his feet, fully alert. Startled, Marron and Bra froze where they were.

Raditz smirked at the two speechless- "deer caught in the headlights," females. Pointing his right index finger to the side of his head, he gloated, "So, which one shall be first, hmmm?"

Leisurely reaching in the open hole in the wall, Raditz reached in and pulled Bra out first, roughly grasping Marron's hair at the same time. "You are not going anywhere," he chuckled with tenuous venom.

He let go of Bra and grabbed Marron with his other arm, ruthlessly pulling her hair along with her shoulder before she could draw herself back into the large forced air duct.

"Oww! That was my hair- that hurt," Marron pouted.

Pushing his face over towards hers, Raditz growled with controlled ferocity. "I will hurt more than that, if you do not shut up."

As he tossed Marron down on the cold floor, Bra ran for the door, trying to pull at the handle with all her might. Bracing her left foot at the wall beside it, she grunted as she pulled, her pearly teeth bearing in concentration.

"Heh, she tried to pull, to no avail," he chortled obnoxiously, his head tilting back so that his hair reached his ankles. Bra turned her head back towards Raditz and growled, flashing a scowl at him as she yanked.

"Hey! Shut up, you!" Marron started beating at Raditz's bare chest. He scowled and grasped her wrists. He easily held her as she struggled and cried, "Let me go, you stupid barbarian!"

"Tell me this- why be you on the Prince's ship?" He did as Marron bid, roughly releasing his hold on her. Crossing his arms, he looked at them quite sternly. He wanted to know why they'd thought fit to hijack a ride on a royal flagship. He ought to hand them over to the prince, for him to reckon with.

Bra looked maliciously at him, her eyes glinting with distain. "If you only knew," she nastily spat.

Before he could even ponder that one, Marron, making her first mistake, swung out her open hand and slapped his cheek, hard.

At lightning speed, she found herself flung on the tiny bed, her jean covered legs spread-eagled, and an iniquitous, quite male smelling Saiya-jin fervently rubbing himself on her. He promptly started licking her neck.

"Iie- eww…ewww! Bra get him off me!" Marron squealed like a preteen with her first unwanted advance.

"I'm trying-I'm trying…What'd you have to go and do that for?"

Bra had already started pulling at Raditz's arm, which he had ignored up till now. He growled fiercely at her, baring his teeth, before turning it into a slow smirk.

"Just watch, sweetheart…you are next." The words came out slowly, as if he wanted her reaction to be just what it was- horrified.

Bra couldn't believe what she just heard. 'What? He wants me to watch? No way!'

To hell with keeping down her ki, she didn't care if she was discovered. Watching Marron unreservedly start sobbing on the bed as Raditz roughly squeezed her breasts through her blouse, Bra stood back, trying to remember what her father had told her about drawing on her power, and slowly gathered her ki with everything she had.

Bra had never really trained before; Vegeta'd never wanted her too…nor had her mother. There had never been a need. She hadn't wanted to either, not having the slightest interest in it. But he had taught his only daughter self-defense, the raising of her energy included.

She had to remember how and keep cool. Focus. She had to help Marron. Looking over at her friend, she couldn't believe what was unfolding before her. The big goon was now pulling at Marron's blouse. She'd not let one of her best friends go through that. She had always protected her.

Raditz had Marron's breasts half exposed and was nuzzling at them, when his scouter started beeping wildly. "What?"

"You let her go!" Bra looking very much like her father-her head lowered, scowling fiercely at Raditz. Her aura rose with great velocity, making the floor tremble with her rage.

"You are not Saiya-jin!" Raditz spat. "There is no blue haired Saiya-jin." His face became a mask of serious rationale as he gazed at her intensely. He rose up off Marron- who hastily drew her blouse together- and gripped Bra by the arms.

"Hold onna! Foolish are you? You would wreak the ship? Prince Vegeta will kill you when we get back, if I do not first! Nonetheless, you would kill us all in the process!" He unknowingly gave her a little shake before running his hands down her arms, rubbing soothingly, as if to gently manipulate her into complying. He groaned as he stared down at her, not quite believing how incredulously beautiful she was.

"What are you? There can be no way you are Saiya-jin?" He watched her power reading descend on his scouter, which was lying on a nearby nightstand, before grabbing it and clicking it off. He wondered how she could make her ki ascend so rapidly, if at all.

"Why should I tell you?" Bra looked suspiciously at him, her chin lifting in defiance. He had somehow lost his impertinent edge. His wide smile suddenly appeared innocently iniquitous. He brought his hands to her face, cupping it softly, rubbing her cheekbones with his thumbs.

"You are Saiya-jin, are you not? Well then, perhaps I should bed you instead?" Her gasp was quite audible as he continued, "After all," he chuckled, "Saiya-jin females are but imperative." He lowered himself to sit at the foot of the bed, beside Marron's feet, pulling Bra to him.

"Is she Saiya-jin also, beautiful blue hair?" he enquired softly, looking deeply into Bra's azure eyes, gesturing toward the blonde woman who was curled up in a ball, quietly crying.

He slowly ran his hands down her waist to her thighs, before bringing them around her buttocks, cupping them firmly, and slowly caressing back up to lightly clutch her breasts, making her inadvertently quiver with reaction, as he fondled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 'Oh my Kami- the strength in his fingers alone.'

She looked back at him and shook her head to his query, affirming no, feeling very despondent. Musing carefully before speaking her thoughts, she let her mind wander. 'I won't let him touch Marron; I won't let him hurt her.'

Maybe she should let him take her in exchange for Marron's safety. 'Yeah, he could protect her from other- attempts.'

They somehow had to find Pan.

Bra moaned in response to the unyielding ministrations of his hands, in spite of herself. "I have a proposition," she whispered, continuing to distract him by bringing her hand up to his hair, softly touching it before threading her fingers into its thick expansion.

Remembering what her father had told her and Trunks about the Sayia-jin race, how brutally cunning and ruthless they were- savagely violent; she shuddered against the large callous hands that held her. She had to overcome her fear and be strong, for Marron's sake.

Marron was older than Bra, but she was more innocent to the ways of the world. It hadn't been Marron who'd snuck out with Pan to go party at a friend's house. Nor was it Marron who'd snuck out of the house countless times with fake Id's to go check out sizzling new nightclubs with Pan. Marron was good; Marron was naïve, Marron was an angel, and Marron was- well, just Marron. Eighteen had kept her daughter under extremely tight wraps.

The burly Saiya-jin man seated in front of her let out a vast sigh, bringing Bra back down to the present. She could feel his breath fanning her arms and face- temperate and sweet smelling. He buried his face in the warmth of her top; she shuddered yet again as she felt his lips fondle the tips of her breasts through the silky thin fabric of her bra and shirt.

He finally grumbled out an answer, his voice reverberating intensely into her chest and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. Her voice suppressed on her response, the unexpected and strange sensation that she gradually became aware of, was a feeling she'd never felt before. It frightened her. He frightened her. She had to be brave. Her heart strangled in her throat- its rapid beating harshly hammering against her ribs.

"Wait," she said, gently pushing at him, her hands shaking with reaction as she felt the sensation of his warm skin. She looked to where Marron lay, vulnerably curled up on her side in a fetal position, both hands under her cheek, softly snoring.

"W-will she be safe here?" Her blue eyes pleaded at him. "I wish- to…to do this elsewhere…not…in front of her."

Her words told Raditz that she was his for the night. Looking solidly at her, his eyes filled with yearning want, his nostrils flaring slightly before he responded with an abrupt negative. "No. I'll bring you both to my quarters."

Then he spoke openly- soberly. "You are lucky this is an unused room, or you might have been dead already. As it is, I am not sure the Prince will understand when he learns you are here and I am already saddled with an extra child." He picked up Marron, who sighed in her sleep and inadvertently snuggled into him, before pressing a slot in the wall on the right, walking into the opening in the adjacent wall.

"Come," he demanded.

Following him through the dark, hallowed wall, Bra realized what this was. It was a secret passage. She'd read about them being in English Castles out of the mysterious dark ages, but she'd never seen one, let alone been in one. She couldn't believe there was one on a ship. She and Marron would be safer if she could learn where they led. They could get around the ship unnoticed.

She made a small noise of approval as Raditz unexpectedly stopped. She put up her hands to stop herself from banging into him and felt the rugged solidity of his naked flesh through his thick hair.

Raditz knocked a silly singsong pattern, which suspiciously sounded like "Shave and a Haircut," on the wall where they'd stopped and then passed his hand over a bump on the metallic wall. A meter wide, metal panel slid up with a high-pitched whoosh.

"Come," Raditz beckoned with his head, laying Marron down on a bed that resembled a cot.

"I'll have to get an extra bed for my brat." He opened another metal panel in the wall and pulled out a mat, tossing it on the floor. He smirked and beckoned to a stunningly ethereal child, whose wavy white blonde hair made her look like an angel. She was sitting up on the bed next to Marron, rubbing her eyes. "Come- koji, come and see, uh-" he grunted. "What is your name?" he asked Bra gruffly, turning towards her.

"I didn't say." Bra grinned, her eyes shining impishly.

The white haired girl hugged Bra around the waist, looking squarely up at her, before flinging herself back on the bed. Raditz frowned down at the little girl before smoothly hooking Bra's legs under his right arm, picking her up. He looked back at the chibi girl, pointed to the soft matt beside the cot and said, "Stay… protect."

He opened a door and walked through, locking it. Bra looked at him. "Is she locked in?"

"She?"

"My friend, Marron."

"Yes, Bura."

Bra looked at him, astonished. "How did you know my name? I didn't tell you? You knew all along!" She lightly slapped at his arm. He lay her down on his double bed and shrugged. "The wench screamed it out in her passion," he said, tempting Bra to react defiantly as he chuckled; grinning widely.

It hadn't worked; he thought she must be inwardly preoccupied. She was expectedly scowling though. He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled her towards him, lifting her so she straddled his open thighs. Her legs were open to him and she was immediately aware of his maleness, as heat rose high in her cheeks. She glared at him indignantly before her eyelashes lowered to fan her cheeks.

"Answer me this, how came you to be here, and what planet are you from?" He took her face in his hands, delighting in her soft skin. He again demanded an answer when she only sat there mutely on his lap.

'Boy, this man's going through PMS or something. His moods turn on and off like a light switch.'

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. "We're from Earth and we, ah- do I have to answer that other one?" she quietly inquired, her face settling into a frown again. She could feel herself start trembling with nervous reaction. His right hand was slowly going up her thigh under her short, minuscule skirt. It was slightly disconcerting, given they'd just met. This was really rushing things, and she suddenly had second thoughts.

His fingers were now nibbling at the smooth line of her panties. "Uh- um, w...what's your name?" She clambered to keep her unsettled voice calm as he looked up at her from where his eyes had previously lain. "Raditz."

"Raditz," she repeated, breathing out a sigh. 'Boy, he was not an easy one to distract.'

Bra continued her poignant speech, not really realizing his heated impatience. She tried to ignore his open palm, as it rubbed over her, almost frantically under her silky underwear. The sensation was nearly making her crazy with reaction.

"Gosh, I… I'm tired; it's been- such a long day. One m…minute, I'm at home with my parents- and Trunks-San, and the next-ohhh," she hissed in at the sensation of his fingers. "I… I'm on a- s…strange planet and sneaking a ride on this ship. I…I had asked- someone outside if it was my fath- the Prince's ship." She faltered over using the name she called her Daddy, being used to using it and hoping like heck he hadn't noticed. She also lied about asking someone...she had felt Vegeta's energy, but didn't know if she should disclose that information yet. She sighed. "I hope nothing…h happens to us," she whispered, pouting her pink lips up at him, her eyes beseeching their best plead.

Something softly whispered into her mind, as he caressed her skin, and she struggled to recollect just where she'd heard his name before. She thought for about thirty seconds before it came to her. She then remembered just who he was. He'd come for his brother, Kakarot long ago; he'd also been killed by Piccolo-san. She of course, wouldn't be the one to tell him.

"It will not- who is Trunks?"

"My brother."

He responded not by words, but by action. Hovering his face over hers, he clasped her nose with his teeth, biting it as his fingers slipped inside the warmth of her inner walls. She gasped out an assenting expletive.

"Kiss me," she begged.

His fingers stopped their exploration and he responded. "Kiss? What is this- kiss?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Bra couldn't believe her ears. "What do you mean, what is a kiss?" She made a skeptical face at him and grabbed the back of his head, the long flowing spikes she clasped in her fist felt soft and silky.

"This." She brought her lips to his, pressing slightly. His lips felt soft and warm and a hazy energized sensation crept up into her, sensually flowing through her midsection. 'Darn chemistry…'

Upon drawing back, she precariously said, "Now, the next time I do this, open your mouth, like so." She showed him, kissing him again, feeling him open his mouth against her open lips.

She snaked her tongue in his mouth, startling him. He quickly reversed, pulling back his hand as he palmed her hips and bottom with both hands.

"You use your tongue?"

"Yes." She responded, "It's a turn on."

"What? What is this, a turn on?"

Bra giggled at the face he made. He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her with slow opulent thrusts of his tongue. She almost moaned out loud. 'Oh boy- do we have it…'

They continued for a few seconds before she brought back her head, striving to answer him, quivering as he moved his fingers back into their original position; playing with her over her underwear.

"Um…let's see, it's a pleasurable feeling… um… right here." She brought her hand down and pressed it against his crotch.

Grinning widely, he loftily said, "I use my tongue there on females."

Blushing, Bra uttered, "Oh."

This Saiya-jin was nice when he felt like it. Taking a deep breath, she no longer felt as afraid. She drew up another cavernous breath to catch her courage. "Can you train me…to fight?" she inquired softly, lifting her eyes to his, hoping he'd say yes. She caught him staring deeply into hers. 'I think I have him mesmerized,' she thought, giggling again; the weariness of the day had finally caught up with her.

"Train you?" he questioned contemptuously, curling his lip.

"Yes, to use my energy." She was still grinning widely at his vague hesitation and obvious contempt.

Raditz purposely ignored her question, and pulling his hand back slightly to slide them back into her panties, explicitly stated, "Give yourself to me."

Thrusting his suffused digits swiftly and deep, he watched her as her eyes became huge in her face; her trembling pink lips dropped open and he stared at her as she closed her eyes and moaned, drinking in her prototypical loveliness…

Raditz unfathomably felt at a loss. Every time he looked into her eyes, he felt himself falling, drawn in by the dark blue depths that accompanied the darkness of her pupils.

He'd never before seen such beautifully striking eyes and hair- other than the orphan.

This tantalizing siren amazed him, and at the same time, she infuriated him. He was torn between being pleasant, something he'd really never been before, and being his nasty old self.

He did not want to scare her- he wanted her, and he now felt nervous of the opposite sex for the first time in his life. She gave him a feeling he'd never felt before, deep down in his very being. It dismayed him. He knew he felt something for her. He wanted to protect her, even if it meant protecting her simpering, whiney companion.

He licked at her neck, nuzzling it as she whimpered and cried out against his finger play. He murmured against the soft skin of her throat, "You are very succulent…delicate. I must not use all my power, so you will not anger me."

"I am half- Saiya-jin." Bra stated the fact proudly.

"Does that mean I can screw you extremely hard?" he sensually whispered, his eyes glittering evilly into hers…

Her eyes expanded, and he knew just how his words had affected her. "Enough- come."

He lifted her up and put her upon his double bed. "Let's see what treasures you hold, shall we."

She visibly shook as the large Saiya-jin pulled at her skirt; she pushed down her underwear as he took off his spandex bottoms. He watched her intently as she took off her crop tee and bra all at once. She lay down on his single bed, legs tightly together. He kneeled on the bed at her legs. "Let me see you."

Capturing her eyes with his, he placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. "You tremble…"

She made a small noise and turned her head, looking away as he gazed down at her. He ran his palms up and down her thighs, pushing her knees toward her chest on the way back up.

He immediately brought his head down between her legs and looked up at her. "I think that I will hesitate no longer."

Attacking her with passionate abandon as she squealed, he felt her little hands grab his head, holding it between her nails as he worked his mouth over her and thrust his fingers deep into her hot wetness.

Her breathing started coming in little pants as she relaxed and moved her hips up against the friction of his fingers. Feeling pressure against her lower stomach, she realized he was palpitating her womb with the motion of his hand.

Everything shattered in her mind as she powerfully came against his mouth…

Raditz cringed as she screamed. He started flicking his tongue strongly against the bud of her sex, his teeth fast holding the swollen sheath. Her legs shook as he prolonged her climax. Her hips arched up and down in a frantically thrashing motion, and he suddenly paused. Quickly climbing on top of her, he thrust up strongly inside her- almost desperately.

Bra grasped his arms, pulling up towards him; she couldn't believe the furious velocity of their union. Raditz was propped on his arms, elbows locked as she hung on, trying to reach his face. As if he knew what she wanted, he craned his neck down and kissed her. Their tongues intermingled as she started moaning into his mouth.

"You are cumming again," he whispered seductively. "I can feel you."

He kissed her almost savagely and stretched his body out over hers, moving his face to bury it in her neck, sucking noisily as he pumped his hips against hers. He lowered his head and clasped one of her nipples between his lips, running his tongue over the puckered flesh as he suckled her hard…

He hooked her right leg over his shoulder, arcing his body tightly. She ran her hands up and down his muscular flesh, relishing in the hardness of his skin. She cried out in surprise as he lifted her up, hooking her other leg over his elbow, kneeling on the bed, and bouncing her against him in a sitting position.

She slightly giggled, feeling silly. He frowned at her mirth as they continued loving each other.

"Look at us, Bura…look at me…" he again held her eyes captive as he stopped. She watched the sweat trickle down the side of his forehead as he grit his teeth, hissing, "Not yet…"

He groaned as he started pulling her body up against him, and straight down in a sliding manner. She moaned, her arms around his neck, taking pleasure in the intensity of his movements. She looked at him, and he answered her gaze, picking up speed; the motion of his thrusts grew in power for several minutes finally reaching peak as they cried out their mutual climax.

He toppled over, only just stopping himself from crushing her.

As they caught their breath, he murmured, "I am glad I did not pick her…"

Bra growled, still panting. "I almost forgot to tell you…"

"What?" Raditz growled back.

"Yeah…Bardock said to tell you that he told me I could find Prince Vegeta here on this planet."

"What? Why did you not tell me this before?" he growled.

She gave him a helpless look. "I forgot?"

Vegeta, Prince of all the Saiya-jin, strode towards Raditz's room, meaning to have a talk with him about this child slave the latter had found.

The girl had been popping in and out of sight here and there all day long, spooking the other slaves with her disappearing act, making them think an evil spirit was on board bringing them bad luck. She had also been wreaking havoc in the kitchen area. The striking towhead had found the vast storage bins of sugar, flour, cornmeal and various other grains. It was everywhere, not even a single kitchen appliance was left uncovered.

When he'd arrived in the eating area of the ship, she had looked like a small ghost, covered from hair to feet in flour, and had been tossing up the white powdery substance and watching it fall down like rain, filling the kitchen with her trilling laughter.

He'd assumed she'd been the reason why the kitchen slaves were nowhere in sight. Vegeta had tucked her under his one arm, smacked her firmly on the behind and yelled a loud rebuff. He stalked off with her still in place, soon realizing that she was no longer there.

She'd popped out of sight again.

He'd sneeringly wondered if it had been learned or something her people had been inborn with. The solders and slaves of the Main Flagship were subject to his furious wrath as he endeavored to find her.

Later, he'd come across her with Raditz, who was giving her a second bath of the day. He watched Raditz bathe her; the little one had splashed about, grabbing the sponge from Raditz's fingers, throwing it asunder; sniggering as his subordinate grumpily played fetch over and over with the little shit, until he'd had enough, and loudly berated her. The little one had immeasurably enjoyed the water play as she washed, and Vegeta had laughed outright- to Radditz's chagrin- surprised that the big buffoon was bathing her himself and putting up with her naughtiness. He'd left a sopping wet Radditz to tend to his charge.

Raditz was going to have fun raising that one. The small one was so spirited- vivacious. He supposed he could employ one of the house slaves to raise her on Raditz's behalf. He'd have to anyway; Vegeta couldn't have one of his superlative soldiers dragged down by an energetic, troublemaking brat.

Vegeta couldn't wait to get back home; he grew incalculably weary of this ship. Planet hopping in space, eviscerating them of all life, would surely tire anyone. At least he had the comfort of this vast ship. He'd stopped using the tiny round Saiya-jin space pods when he told Nappa he could go back to his duties as commander of the Saiya-jin fleet. Vegeta felt he no longer needed the burly Saiya-jin's companionship. He sighed resignedly. It would only a few more days. Then he could get out of this stinking hellhole and back to the home planet.

He approached Radditz's quarters and rapped sharply on his door. He started when he heard a female groggily call out, "Just a minute!"

'What was that?' Vegeta thought in incredibility. He frowned, calling out Raditz's name.

The voice again responded. "Okay, okay! I'm coming." The door opened to a disheveled, exceptionally striking female with burnished golden hair and large sapphire eyes. "Yes?" she calmly questioned.

He watched in amazement as she yawned widely. "You are not Raditz!" he irritably blurted out, wondering how in the hell she got on his ship.

He watched as the girl's eyes rounded, and she let out a scream, slamming the door in his face. He swiftly growled out, "Open the door now, or I will blast it open!"

The girl let out a frightened, "eeep" from behind the door and then opened it a fraction. She then had the gall to say, "Yes? Can I help you?"

The Prince irately pouted as he ordered, "Where is the stupid oaf?"

"Err… I'm not sure- Raditz?" The beauty repeated the name Vegeta had used, yelling shrilly. The Prince cringed, covering his ears. Pushing past Marron, he strode over to the adjoining door and slammed it open.

"What the hell are you doing first class?" he yelled, watching as Raditz hastily threw the bedclothes over a blue haired girl and stood up, showing off his birthday suit in all its glory. Vegeta could smell, let alone see for himself just what Raditz'd been doing; he only vaguely registered the golden girls, "oh, my!" in the background.

"Cover it now!" he barked.

Raditz quickly complied, using his hands to cover his naked magnificence, and ground out sarcastically, "Is it zero- eight hundred hours?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes and nastily spat, "Do not be daft! Get dressed and clarify!" Vegeta sternly crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

Raditz bent over and grabbed his spandex pants, pulling them swiftly on. "I will explain."

"Yes do."

Vegeta almost smirked, but kept his firm composure, trying to ignore the jutting tent Raditz made, who instantaneously sat down upon observing where the prince's eyes had briefly rested. Raditz half-heartedly blushed before catching himself. He flinched irately and sighed; defeated. "I caught these two stowaways, Sir. I thought as it was late, I would let them rest until the morrow."

"This is rest, Raditz?" Vegeta asked in disbelief. "Double punishment is due I expect." He looked harshly at his subject. "You have had enough trouble with the juvenile brat!" He then smirked evilly in a knowing manner. "I am taking the golden one, is that clear?"

Bra who heard everything sat up, clutching the covers to her shoulders. "You can't!"

She watched, dismayed as Vegeta seized Marron's arm and half dragged her to the door. Raditz held Bra back as she made to spring up. She yelled after him, "Don't hurt her, I wish to see her tomorrow- oh!" Bra turned her face to her new lover's chest, clutching at him.

"He won't hurt her will he? Can I be with her tomorrow? She'll be scared, she's never done anything before, please Raditz?" She sobbed, beseechingly looking up at him.

"Daddy…Daddy, please don't hurt her," she whispered, closing her eyes and burying her face against him.

Confused at the concluding words she'd unintentionally declared, Raditz explained. "Bura, he will not hurt her, he only wishes to use her tonight. I will make sure she will come to you safe this next day. She is sure to enjoy herself." He disdainfully grimaced as he clasped her face in a soothing manner, watching as her tears ran down her cheeks. He was not sure why he felt so protective over this female; he was indubitably growing soft over her…much too quickly.

'Daddy?'

He deliberated over that one. No, it was not possible; the Prince would not have a child, certainly not one with blue hair, even though she was Saiya-jin. The girl must have been talking about her father at her home.

But somehow, he wasn't sure.

Vegeta dragged Marron down the extensive stainless steel corridor. The furious wench was kicking and screaming with all her might. He almost laughed- and her, being so minuscule; her bare legs were showing off their glorious prized beauty. Her strange pink top with its odd characters barely covered her pleasing, baby blue covered bottom. He clasped his gloved hand over her open mouth, ignoring the sharply biting teeth. He hissed in her ear, making her shudder with annoyance. "Silence! Do you want to wake the other men? I daresay you do not, because if you do just happen to do so, it will be a free for all!"

At that last remark, Vegeta brought her up to look her in the- now widened- eyes. He reached his room and opened the door by pressing a palm to it. The door closed with a slight, 'swoosh' and Vegeta threw Marron down at his feet.

"Bed- now!"

She scrambled for the bed, crawling under the covers. Shaking like fluttering tree leaves in the breeze, her eyes were extremely large in her dread filled face, and as he approached her, she turned over towards the wall, curling up in a ball, and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard shuffling noises, and assumed he was undressing, and the bed creaked slightly as her unwanted companion sunk in.

Marron quavered violently. She didn't want to believe this was happening to her. She couldn't sleep with her best friend's father, she just couldn't! She waited, lying still as she could muster, not moving a muscle. She soon heard quiet snores.

'What in hell is going on?' she thought. Was he going to ravish her or not? She waited him out, relaxing a little as her thoughts traveled back to when Future Trunks had first arrived at her home. 'He's so cute; this is his father too- only he didn't know it.'

She started to snort in amusement, only to realize what she'd done and stopped before her unwanted companion woke. Vegeta gave a subdued grunt, turning towards Marron and gathered her to him, lightly spooning with her. Marron froze in place; terrified again, praying that he went no further. He felt rock hard and warm. She soon started thinking and relaxed again, letting her body slacken into his. Almost immediately, she was lulled into the land of peaceful dreams.

Vegeta startled awake, groggily aware of differentiation. All he registered was the ship's low drone as it traveled closer to the home planet. He soon realized just whom he was snuggled up against; he could feel her feathery soft breath against his collarbone. She had turned in the night to face him, as if perhaps to seek comfort. Her arm was relaxed against his waist and his tail was twice wrapped around her elbow.

He had realized earlier that she had been exhausted, as had been he, so touching her hadn't been in his mind then.

He smirked. That would come now, after she had rested, fully relaxed; for she had been as uptight as a taunt string. He wouldn't take a chaste young woman, in that manner. He could smell the innocence just emanating off of her. She would be soft and tranquil in sleep when he seduced her. His smirk became roguishly evil.

He pressed his hand to her center, softly feeling for her pleasure button through her underwear. His other hand reached behind her bottom to pull her closer. He kneaded her gently through the smooth fabric. She moaned softly in sleep, he could see her eyelids flutter as she dreamed away. He took a swift chance.

Lightly dragging down her shorts, he slipped his hand inside her undergarment; he felt the warm feathery down as…"Vegeta, please…please don't hurt me!" The voice was light, tinged with a hint of fear. He quickly looked up at her face. She was still asleep.

'She's dreaming…' Vegeta thought dispassionately. He then realized something. She had said, Vegeta.

He glowered…and decided to give her a discourteous awaking. He threw his right leg over her, forcibly turning her on her back, and straddled her thighs, grasping her wrists, pulling them up beside her head.

"Woman, wake up," he said throatily. He could feel her through her undergarment, his hard nakedness pressing exquisitely against her silken covered softness. He almost let himself moan at the sensation.

Marron's eyes blinked open and she immediately screamed. Only one thing registered in his mind, he silenced her with his mouth, his tongue forcing its way through her soft lips.

He growled through the kiss. "Shut up!" He inched his lips slowly from hers, and demanded with quiet menace, "Silence! You will not wake my crew!"

He all but dove his mouth back on hers, kissing her with a passion she'd never felt before. She felt something stir within her, a silent ache budding between her legs; she couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he devoured her mouth with an intensity that frightened her.

The next thing Marron knew, he lifted himself up and swiftly ripped her t-shirt clean down the middle. She screamed again, and growling, Vegeta covered her mouth with his yet again.

She moaned, "No," against his mouth repeatedly, and he responded by rubbing himself zealously against her.

As she moaned with unappreciative response, he demanded, "How do you know my name?"

Her eyes rounded yet again, and before she could scream, he harshly commanded, "Tell me girl, or the consequence will be worse for you and your beautiful blue friend- and you will be quiet." He said this most sinisterly, and as he leant towards her ear, he sumptuously whispered, "Oh yes, and I'm going to copulate with you."

"But, first- punishment due for a disobedient brat!" He grasped her waist and harshly spun her around until her backside presented itself to him. He heaved up her hips, pulling them towards him and started slapping her behind with his bare hand, like a parent would a child. Marron was too shocked at first to respond.

His declaration about copulating was too much. She started to cry; his hand smarted and she was embarrassed beyond words. It didn't feel like he was using all his power, just pure strength and she prayed that it would end.

"Stop- Vegeta!" she shrilly shrieked, fervently bucking her hips to loosen his one-handed grip on her. He evilly leered at her, turned on by his little aggressive foreplay. He turned her back around to face him.

This wasn't the Saiya-jin she knew. The Vegeta she knew was hard, but this man was unfathomable. He grasped her underpants, rapidly pulling until it painfully ripped away. She screamed. Her shorts around her knees soon followed; he split them in half.

Vegeta reached up and slapped her face hard. "I ought to turn you over to my men for them to play with," he remarked harshly, thoroughly satisfied with her beauty as he stared down at her, roughly starting to play with her.

She screamed, crying for him to stop, as the tears started to flow down her cheeks. She reached down and grabbed his hands, trying to push them away.

He clasped her hands in one of his, holding them in an iron grip, as he continued the silent assault with his fingers. He brought his mouth over his hand and suckled at the little peak of flesh, nipping and pulling it with his teeth, making her scream out as his fingers forcibly plunged in and out of her. She was extremely frightened at this point, sobbing and mouthing out words of pain.

He sat up on his knees after a few moments. She wasn't even reacting to his ardor. She looked at him through her tears and he leered at her.

"Do you see this?" he questioned, showing her his hard manhood. "Are you ready?"

She didn't answer as he parted her thighs, pushing them up and mounted her, thrusting sharply into her.

He heard a slight 'pop,' inaudible to human ears over her screams, and she loudly moaned against his kiss as he slowly filled her to the hilt.

"It hurts…hurts!" she cried. He silenced her whimpers, kissing her, and made shushing noises against her ear as he started intercourse with her.

He surprised himself by being gentle for the first time…soon feeling a subtle response from his victim…

Pan came to on the cold floor of Turles spaceship. Her head aching and her thinking fuzzy, she rose up on her arms, the room spinning viciously around her. Holding her hand to her mouth she immediately bent her head to the side and vomited.

She brought herself to her knees and hazily looked around, groaning. Her throat was dry, her body was sore, and her head started to pound. She placed her hands to her temples and wondered why the anomalous images wouldn't leave her head.

"Pure evil," she thought.

Her neck hurt and she was cold and nude and wanted to get out of the ship. Struggling to rise as she heard voices, she looked around for a place to hide. She staggered to where a door was open and looked inside, wanting to sit down to ease the dizziness. She lowered to the floor and opened a cupboard panel beside the door. Easing inside, among fresh-smelling linen, she closed the door as she heard footfall nearby.

"Master Turles, will you need the fruit again for the purge of this planet?" A gravelly voice inquired.

Pan started, lifting her head, as she heard the same voice she had perceived in her hallucinating stupor.

"No…I think we will wait for the right moment. Have the men take the females to the holding cell. Now leave me and see that I'm not disturbed. I have something...which, is waiting for me to address…." he gave a little laugh.

"Yes, Master Turles." Pan heard a set of footsteps leave. There was a discomfited silence, and then he addressed her.

"Amasa, I know you are in here, why do you not come out?" His voice was pleasingly sensual as he continued with a little hint of threat. After a few seconds of silence, he continued, "Well? I am waiting. It is futile to defy me."

When she didn't answer him there was a moment of quiet. She started to contemplate the situation. 'What is he going to do to me? I just want to go home. Oh…why didn't I listen to my gut feelings?'

His growl interrupted her thoughts and he entered into her mind, 'Pan…do not be afraid of your master.'

"Master?" she ejected aloud, and came out of the cupboard just a little too fast. "How dare you? You ain't any master of mine!" She pitched forward as lightheadedness overcame her, and he picked her up in his arms. She struggled as he held her like nothing, and in her weakened state she couldn't do anything but beat on his chest.

'Stop, it is useless…Pan,' his thoughts, gloating. "You are mine, Amasa…and you cannot live without me…"

His eyes wickedly bore into hers and, he then smirked. "Why not make the best of it; we can have a little- as you say at home- honeymoon," he chuckled.

Her mouth hung open as she thought, 'Shit! You can read my mind?'

"Yes," he said.

"No!" she screamed, terror invading her as she struggled in his arms.

He started walking toward his quarters, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. "Come now, Amasa…let's take a bath, shall we?"

He reached his room, kicking the door open. His private quarters were huge, and luxuriously tailored. He threw her on his bed, demanding, "Stay."

She cried out, her head bouncing off the pillows. "Ow!" she growled. "Where the hell else am I supposed to go, asshole?"

Lying back down against the soft down of the masculine comforter, she groaned, holding her sides. She waited for a few minutes, growing sleepy from the after effects from the drugged shot Turles gave her. "Oh, I'm going to puke…"

"Please do not; you would not want it in your bathwater." Turles said, picking her up off the bed.

"Damn, not again, I want to sleep…I don't feel so good."

"No, we get to play in the water. Do you not want to play with me?"

"Yuck…hell, no!" Her eyes rounded as she realized he was stark naked. He set her down into a gigantic sunken bathtub. The bubbly water was extremely hot and jets shot water out of them like a hot tub.

"Oh!" she gasped, shocked, as he clutched the base of his very…. colossally endowed manhood. "You're not sticking that in me," she squeaked, not looking at it. She blushed, turning her face quickly away as he got in the marble tub and settled himself, his hardness sticking half out of the water as he lay back.

"Come…" he beckoned, cocking a finger at her as she glanced at his face from the corner of her eyes, speechless. "I already have, and you have nothing to fear…if you cooperate."

She hated the leer smeared across his features and, she hated him. She gingerly came over to his side of the large round tub, her eyes averted, and he grasped her arm, pulling her to him. She trembled as he pulled her up over him, laying her across the length of his body as he kissed her, prying open her mouth with his, his tongue trying to ensnare the softness of hers.

She kept her mouth still, not responding to the ardor of his lips, and stiffened her body against his. She felt his hard arousal against her thighs, close to the soft junction of her body.

He growled, pushing her down his stomach. "Play with me."

Her mouth went dry, her breasts now met flush with his manhood, and she realized just how aroused she was. She felt sick…she didn't want to do this…she wanted to go home.

She croaked out, "What do you mean?"

He reached down and clasped her breasts, gathering them to his manhood, the water swishing around them as he pumped his hips up once. "Put your hands on me, amasa, jerk me off."

Her eyes riveted to his as her mouth dropped open in shock…

"Or maybe you can use your lips, ne?" She blushed furiously as he gave her a wide smirk. "Open your mouth, Pan…"

Feeling hot with embarrassment, she pushed away from him, the water lapping against his body as she looked away. Before she could leave the bath, body upright- foot at the ready, he quickly grabbed her around the waist.

"Where do you think you are going?" his voice whispered sensually against her ear. She could hear the undertones of evil in it.

He held her against him and brought his hand down to pull on her sensitive spot, hard. She squealed and struggled against his strength, knowing full well she couldn't get free.

Marron felt quite the whore as she lay under Vegeta, spread-eagled. She was enjoying her first orgasm; after the early coarseness of his tumultuous passion, she'd become quite aroused. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her feet together, pushing her hips up to meet his.

Gads, she sure was old enough for this, she couldn't believe what she'd been missing out on all these years. Gee, Pan had been sexually active for a couple of years and Bra- at least a year. They were younger than her, and she'd been so terrified of men.

'Mother must have had a hand in that…'

Vegeta was really rough at moments…she didn't like that; he could be unexpectedly pissed about nothing one minute, and the next, she could really relate to him…

Light flashed behind her eyelids, shattering all thought as Marron enjoyed yet another climax.

A/N: I have Raditz call Bra- Bura to indicate his accent, enouncing the "u" sound. (Buu-ra.)

Koji = orphan

Amasa = sweetness