The PV Affair
Chapter 5
I appeared outside later on. I stood at the doorway to the garden, looking out. Goten, Trunks, Vegeta, Yamacha, Marron, Krillen, 18, Tien, Oolong and Piccolo were there. A couple of them looked up.
"Hi Pan." Goten greeted. I said hi back, stepping out to set up my CD player. I crouched down and put on my favourite compilation CD. I stood up, lightly stretching as I prepared for my work out. I had settled on a deep red lycra work out suit of shorts and a vest. I had left my hair down, and it had a natural tousled wave in it. By this time, I was beginning to hear gasps from around me.
"Since when did you have a tail?" Marron demanded.
I looked back over my shoulder innocently. "I am a Saiyan." I reminded her.
"She was actually born with one, but we had it removed." Gohan commented. "She wants to keep it this time."
I quickly did warm up stretches before my music came on. A song called 'Trip like I do' came on. I began to energetically sway my hips, slow at first, then increased my pace. I carried on my exercise as normal, only I could feel many pairs of eyes on me. I was too interested in what I was doing, getting into the exercise, the music uplifting me. My tail seemed to move with my body, gracefully swaying. It improved my balance, and I began to rely on it to achieve more difficult movements. Slowly, I began to work with it, learning how it affected how I moved.
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Trunks, Vegeta and the other males watched in wonder. For some reason, the tail caught their eyes… The way she was moving was uncharacteristically sensual.
Vegeta's eyes were wide and fascinated. He felt a churning feeling inside of him he couldn't place. This was… familiar. His and the other males' eyes were transfixed on her form, most unintentionally. Vegeta began to feel stronger urges to match his feelings. The way her body was swaying… He stifled back a groan, feeling more frustrated than ever. The little minx had not even realised it yet either! She seemed oblivious to what she was doing to the males. Saiyan or not.
Vegeta glanced at his son and Kakkorrot's second brat. They too were staring, and Vegeta felt a sharp pang of resentment and irritation. He frowned, knowing what was probably going through their minds... the same thing as his own.
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I gradually began to sneak back glances at Vegeta. I saw the expression on his face, and played it up, realising it was giving the same effect as earlier in the bedroom. I closed my eyes as I moved, feeling a strange feeling in my blood. Feelings were brimming to the surface. I was dancing for the Prince, my lover. I realised my workout had turned more into a dance. But I went with it, not stopping. It was like it wasn't even me anymore. The dance steps weren't mine. I was less and less conscious of my real surroundings. I opened my eyes slowly, to a dizzy rush of gold. The great hall around me was ornate, and I was somewhere in it. Dancing… As I span and danced, the gold and deep wine red velvet of my elaborate outfit span around me, clinging to my every curve. I could feel him watching me. I could sense it in every nerve in my body. His dark eyes gazing upon me… the passion they contained…
I caught glimpses of his handsome face amongst the crowd. I was dancing my heart out just for him, not for any one else in the vast hall. I was his. My extravagantly long dark hair swayed around my body, my tail following my movements too. My heart was pounding so fast in my chest in anticipation. I, a lowly Saiyan girl, would prove myself to win the warrior's heart. I may not be a high-class warrior, or of elaborate and high class breeding, but I had to show him I was more. Bardock…
I span, everything in dizzy circles of gold, of the blue sky, my feelings and emotions in a whirl of confusion. It all hit me at once, and I felt darkness engulf me.
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"Pan!" Gohan yelled as his daughter fell. He ran to her, supporting her head and shoulders as she lay on the ground.
"Is she ok?" Goten asked as he ran over, followed by the others. "It looked like she looked like she was possessed."
Vegeta frowned. He was still in a state of shock. The dance she had performed… It was the traditional dance a female would perform to attract a mate. She had performed it without fault, and with an impossible knowledge of it. But how…? He had seen the dance many times as a child, but never once seen a female dance it for him. The power it gave her over him, the incredible passion in a Saiyan female wishing for him to claim her.
Meanwhile, Pan was stirring. Her eyes were still tightly shut. She frowned in her unconscious state. "Bardock…"
Vegeta and Gohan froze. Goten scrunched his nose. "Isn't that… isn't he one of our ancestors?" He asked his brother.
"He was Dad's father." He told Goten. "But how does Pan know?"
Vegeta growled. He'd heard of that low class excuse for a soldier.
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I carefully opened my eyes, gazing up at the sea of concerned faces. Much to my father's dismay, I sat up dizzily.
"You looked like you were tripping." Yamacha said bluntly.
I groaned, holding my forehead.
"Since when did you learn to dance?" Marron huffed suspiciously.
I frowned. "Dance…?" I said dazed. "I was dancing for him…"
Gohan's face dropped. "Excuse me…?"
"I was her… I danced for him." I tried to explain. "I was her for a few moments!"
"Who?"
"Great Grandma." I said. "I'm sure of it. He was in the crowd. He looked so much like Grandpa. But he had a scar…" I trailed my finger along my cheek in the direction of the scar I had seen.
"Bardock." Vegeta huffed. "That's him."
"You saw Grandpa?" Goten asked with amazement. "How…?"
"I don't understand." Gohan said. "Pan?"
"I was her. Somehow... I was Grandma. I knew it was her. She was so happy… I could feel her excitement right inside of me. She was in love with Bardock. I saw him watching me… watching her on stage. She danced for him." I still attempted to make them understand. "I got to dance. He loved her. I could see it in his eyes." I was aware of the looks I was getting.
"So it was some kind of sleazy show?" Yamacha asked, putting his foot right in it.
Vegeta snarled. "Baka! No, it was a tradition. A female danced to attract a mate." He huffed. "It was more intimate and tender than a mere sleaze show. Choosing a life mate wasn't as frivolous as it is on this dustball of a planet."
"I got to feel how she felt." I said with happiness. "I experienced it. One Saiyan male in the crowd, knowing I was dancing just for him. I can't describe it enough."
Vegeta was looking at me. He smirked, but the smirk was warmer than usual. I couldn't help feeling this meant more to him than he would let on. So, the great cold-hearted Prince valued such a tender tradition? I almost laughed.
I looked up towards the sky, feeling so much closer to my distant and mysterious ancestry. I had met her, if only for a few precious moments. She felt so much closer to me, like a protectiveness and warmth. Grandma… I hope you and Bardock were happy together. The dance had worked for you. But would it work for me? You see, I felt the same excitement, for dark warrior eyes. Felt the same shivers deep inside of me as I looked at my own Saiyan male…. Hoping for the same passion burning in his eyes as I had seen in Bardock's eyes.
As I gazed once more at Vegeta, I thought I could almost see it, just for a few precious moments. Vegeta… I danced for you. Will you accept me…?
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Vegeta gazed back at her, seeing the innocent questioning in her eyes. His stare was broken by Bra's hands suddenly on his shoulders. He turned to look at his daughter questioningly.
Bra grinned. "Mom's home!" She announced.
"Bulma's back already?" Krillen inquired. "I thought it was a much longer trip?"
"She decided to cut it short." Bra explained over her father's shoulder.
Vegeta winced. She was home. He would be expected to go greet her. She was his woman after all.
"Vegeta!" A shrill voice rang out. Bulma ran towards him, obviously gone to find him instead. She flung her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. He could smell her new perfume, obviously purchased on her trip. He grimaced. It was a artificial smell he did not find appealing at all. "Is that all the welcome you have for me?" His wife asked with disappointment but with hope. He gave her a quick glance. She looked more tanned than when she had gone away, her bold make up and soft tendrils of blue-green curls framing her face glamorously.
His gaze moved to the young woman in front of him again, and his gaze fixed. She was beautiful. He saw how she looked at his wife, her dark eyes envious and whimsical. Saw how her eyes ran through the sea green curls with a wistful expression, wishing to possess what she had.
Vegeta frowned. Too blind to see what beauty she already possessed. No one around her saw what she had become...a woman. That uncertainty of adolescence was still there, but beneath that, her sensuality was screaming from her. How the dark haired beauty had captivated him. Looking up at her perfect form outlined with the perfect blackness of night, as she gazed down to him. Feeling her warm body shivering against his, each nerve in his body on fire from the temptress.
Vegeta felt a hand slide into his. Bulma's ear, her lips brushing his ear. "I have something in mind for us… Care to join me?" She whispered in that low tremor of hers. Vegeta let himself be led away by his wife, not looking back at the girl who watched them leave. Not wishing to see the pain collect in her features.
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I cut inside, using the back door into the Corp. She's back… How could I have let any of this happen in the first place?? Seeing Bulma again, seeing her with him… It woke me up in a way. This could never work! She's his wife…!
As if fate, I heard her voice. As I glanced backwards, I saw them at the bottom of the stairs. I saw Bulma lean in to kiss him tenderly, feeling so much rage at her for it.
"Wait 5 minutes, then come up… I want it to be a surprise." She whispered softly, but my sensitive Saiyan hearing heard. I turned to the gravity room door, pressing in the code as I heard her soft footsteps on the stairs. I knew he was watching me. I could feel it in every nerve in my body. The door opened, and I stepped in, not looking back. I turned to close the door behind me, and I met his eyes. He shut the door behind him, and kissed me fiercely. I submitted, hungry for him. He broke away, looking at me seriously and possessively.
"You're mine." He stated. "I claim you…"
Part of me rejoiced at his words. He wanted me. But the other side was screaming, and I couldn't ignore it. "I'm not yours…" I said clearly. "It's over." It would be better this way…for everyone. He was married for Kami's sake! I tried to walk around him, not wanting any reaction from him.
"Where are you going?" He demanded. I felt his gaze on me as he blocked off my exit.
"I'm leaving Vegeta. You. I'm leaving you. There? Are you happy?" I said clearly for the monkey ass. I wasn't prepared as he grabbed me by my shoulders. He pressed me against the wall, and tried to kiss me. I turned my face away and struggled. His hot breath tickled my neck.
"You're not going anywhere, woman." He said possessively. I pushed him away, raising my ki in order to escape.
"Don't you understand? I'm leaving. I'm not your woman anymore. You have a wife, remember? Bulma." I reminded him.
He began to laugh out loud. I faced him again, enraged. "What the hell are you laughing for? She's your wife! Don't you care?"
"My wife?" He said. "Do you think I care about that baka earth custom? It means nothing to me. We're Saiyans, you and I." He said wistfully. "What we have is stronger than any of that human stupidity. We are bonded. I claim you…"
"I'm leaving." I said defiantly, shocked by what I had heard. I couldn't take any of this in… It was insane! It couldn't carry on! I raised my ki further, pushing him out of the way. I opened the door and ran out, raising my hand to my mouth as I began to sob.
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Bulma breathlessly rolled on top of him, Vegeta's hands loosely holding her by the hips. She kissed him ravishingly, proving she still had that never ending appeal she had all those years ago. Her pert breasts pressed against the flimsy material of her new 'surprise' nightgown she had bought on her trip. Her slender legs straddled his body. Vegeta returned the kiss, mechanically exchanging the affections in motion.
Bulma broke away, smirking mischievously.
Vegeta gasped. He could see her face. Smiling down on him innocently, those dark eyes cutting into his very self. Her long dark hair brushed his chest softly, her sensual lips pursed. She began to laugh, mocking him, teasing him… Flaunting her Saiyan ruggedness, her sensual appeal…
Vegeta closed his eyes tightly. He was being driven crazy by visions of that little vixen. He had claimed her… and she had refused. She had refused him, Vegeta... prince of Saiyans! Now he was plagued by images of her, her scent, her smooth milky skin, her low soft voice, and her fingertips… All that he couldn't have…
Vegeta growled, pulling Bulma back against him. He kissed her forcefully, lacking any tenderness. He moved so that she was under him, and he began to ravish her passionately, being the lover that she wanted. Each thrust brought more insanity to his mind, losing grip on anything. All he could see was her... his anger refusing to subside. His trance was broken by the woman beneath him crying out with pleasure at her sudden orgasm. He saw her tossing head, her head full of perfect curls and baby blue eyes. The wrong woman. He suddenly felt hatred towards her, something he had never felt before. This was so wrong… this was wrong…
He clenched his fists at his own confusion as he released himself in the passionate embrace. He growled from low in his throat and tried to ignore that beyond his anger, was deep sadness.
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I was lucky to get out. He went upstairs with Bulma… But she's his wife! Of course he would have. I just wish it didn't make me feel as young and naive as it did. Maybe I should just get a human boyfriend like all the other girls my age? But then again, they aren't ¼ alien. And they don't have sexy aliens walking around all the time. So what if I gave in to temptation? Could I really blame myself…? sigh Yes…
I put my face in my hands. I know breaking it off was the morally right thing to do, after all, he was married, a lot older than me, and extremely off limits. Bulma was so lucky. She was so mature and so much like a woman. Her parents never said anything when she got involved with Vegeta. They thought he was a nice young man… But she was so in control of everything. Rich, successful, sexy… And what was I? A kid. A strange mixed up part-alien kid. My hair didn't wave glamorously, or was some gorgeous colour. My eyes were dark and plain, not the colour of sunlight oceans, to make all the men fall helpless at my gaze. No wonder he married her. She was so right for him. A proper woman. Everyone saw me as a kid! My parents, Goten, Trunks, the Z fighters, Bulma, Vegeta…
"Pan! Are you still not ready yet?" I awoke from my daydream with a start. The impending doom, which was the rest of the afternoon, was upon me.
I heard my father's voice getting more agitated. "Come on Pan!" He shouted up the stairs. "Bulma's cooking will be cold by the time we get there! And she did spend all this time preparing it."
"Coming!" I yelled back. I got up from my bed where I had been lying thinking. I was dressed in jeans and a baggy jumper. I wanted to look the way I felt.
I claim you…
That was haunting me. Why did he say that? Was it true that he'd accepted me? But what good was it now? It was over. It need to be over… Why was it that I kept having to reassure myself that? Of course it needed to be over. It was an affair… A bad affair… a wrong affair… a sexy affair…
Oh come on, Pan! What would your family say about this? Your parents? They'd probably kill me! I'd be grounded for months! I'd lose their respect and trust. I felt my face frown worriedly. I'm hurting everyone around me, especially Bulma. She was like an extra mother to me! She was always around talking to Chi-Chi while I was growing up. So much so she could have almost lived there. And I had hurt her by falling for her husband. Would she kill me when – if – she found out, or would she break down and cry…?
"PAN!"
The door opened, and as I feared, Bulma looked extremely happy. She was wearing a black cocktail dress. Wait… was I afraid of Bulma being happy? Her eyes were excited and bright. Everything with Vegeta must be going brilliantly… She ushered us in to where everyone else was already seated. I smiled mechanically as we were greeted.
"Gohan, you and Pan can sit here. Pan sweetie? Just here." Bulma showed me my seat, and I nearly froze. Vegeta was sat directly opposite me. I saw him glance down my appearance. In the end, my father had not let me out of the house wearing my previous dress attempts, and forced me to put on my smart blue dress. I stayed still. It felt so sexy as his eyes trailed down me. I sat down slowly, avoiding his eye contact, although I could feel them on me still. I silently begged him not to. This wouldn't work! It could never work! All it was was sex. Nothing more. Just mindless passion and passing lust. It was a mistake to imagine Vegeta to commit to anything more than that. And more importantly, it was over.
I accidentally turned my gaze and it locked to his. My mind was screaming as he tore my very self to pieces with just a gaze. His black eyes refused to leave mine.
"Pan, do you want any meat?" Bulma offered, glancing at my sparse plate of a few vegetables.
I blushed, my eye contact snapping to her. "No, no thank you." I replied.
Bulma giggled. "What? A Saiyan turned vegetarian?" She joked. This brought a few laughs from around the table. I blushed more, staring down at my plate.
"My Bulma, you seem chipper today…" Yamacha said with a mischievous undertone. "Can I take a guess?"
Bulma pretended to fume. "No, you can't!" She snapped.
"That's ok. I only needed one." Yamacha finished off with a laugh. Bulma blushed as nearly the entire table cracked up laughing.
I stabbed a carrot on my plate. That's right… when I wasn't banging Vegeta up all the rest of this week… Arrgghh! Did I think that? I panicked, somehow sending my fork flying into the air as I had nearly jumped with realisation.
A hand reached out with quick reflexes, catching it mid air. My father handed me my fork back, glaring slightly. "Anything wrong?" he inquired.
I shook my head nervously. "No… nothing at all…" I answered.
Why can't this dinner be over already? I thought to myself. I had spent the entire time trying desperately to avoid Vegeta's eye contact, and avoid a repeat performance of the fork incident.
I got up from the table finally later on. All the Saiyans were filled, which was a miracle in itself. "I'm just going to collect my gi, I left it in the gravity room the other day." I said.
Bulma looked up. "Oh... go ahead." She smiled.
I excused myself and headed off. As I shut the door behind me, I realised he was there. I spun around with fright. He walked towards me.
"I didn't realise you were in here…" I said. I walked past him, making him pause on the spot. "I'm getting my gi then I'm leaving you… leaving… the room." I stuttered. How could I have said that? I picked up my gi from the bench, and headed for the door.
"Leaving me?" Vegeta purred. "I thought you already had…"
"I didn't realise what I was saying." I snapped.
He caught my wrist tightly. I looked at him with shock. There was something different about him. I couldn't place what…
"I claimed you." He said, echoing what had been spinning in my head all this time. "You danced, and I accepted you. It's our way. However much you deny to yourself that this is over...you're sadly mistaken…" He stepped closer to me. Too close. "You're mine…" he purred seductively. "You're in far too deep." He said as he stroked his hand down my cheek.
"We've been over this!" I raised my voice. "I am not yours! This is nothing but an affair! It doesn't mean anything!"
"You don't feel anything?" Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow. He pulled me against him, his body pressing against mine. "This is far from over… and you know it. You're mine…" he hissed more possessively than I had ever heard him before. He pulled me into a passionate kiss. I resisted, but only for so long. All my morals seemed to slip away as I melted into his arms again. Maybe it could work… I felt the doubts creep into my mind again, but it was quickly replaced. Damn him! He was right… I couldn't leave. I felt my spirits liften, as I allowed myself to comprehend what he had told me. He claimed me! I was his… He broke the kiss, and I smiled.
I laid my head against his chest, feeling his warm arms around me. I was weak... but I didn't care… I didn't care… I was sick of being strong! All I wanted was him. Whatever the consequences. I looked into his stone black eyes again.
I knew from that moment on I had signed my own death warrant.