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Chapter 3

Training. Now this was something she knew, something she loved. It was like greeting an old friend, one that had been stubbornly out of reach for an extended period of time, angry and sullen at Pan's pregnancy.

Baby gone, however, there was nothing holding Pan back from fighting. All of her anger, her raw emotion from the past few months finally had an outlet. Each punch she sent spiraling towards Vegeta was for her missing mate. Each kick she hurled at an invisible enemy was for her miscarriage. Every energy beam she released lifted weight after weight from her shoulders and she began to feel light. Lighter than she had in years, since she was a child. Her baby weight quickly diminishing, Pan was taking back her life. Slowly, buy surely.

Vegeta watched every day with increasing pride as Pan fought for her life. The scorned Sayain in her was preparing for her mate. He knew all the signs, having gone through the same routine whenever Bulma was away from him for too long. Though she did not realize it, Pan could feel Trunks more and more every day. The one sided connection that had tormented her weeks before had been opened to uncover a weak but very much there Trunks.

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It was as though he had lost all control. Shoving with all his might to see out of his own eyes, all Trunks could make out was a blur. He was confined to a room, this he knew for sure. Trying his best to move his limbs, he found that none would more at his command. Panic and frustration soared through him, as it was this part of his brain that was still very much tied to Pan.

He could hear glimpses of her, she was clearest when her emotions ran high. He had felt her pain, heard her scream. Tethered to the back of his mind, Trunks was made to be still and do nothing but observe what he could from Pan, and from himself. Now, he felt an overwhelming sear of anger, no doubt originating from Pan. He wanted to go to her, calm her like only he could, but he remained frozen, as he had been since he had gained consciousness.

Reverting his attention to the task on hand, Trunks focused again on himself. Where was he and what had happened to him?

Footsteps! He could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching his confinement. Maybe now he would finally find out where he was.

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She walked down the corridors of her ship with a purpose. They would arrive in Earth in only a few short hours and she needed to make sure that the fighter was prepared. Entering his chamber, she took her time to admire him. Running a hand through his purple, shoulder length hair, she decided that she liked it. Some of her men had been overheard making fun of this man for the color of his hair, but she decided that is was pretty. And what she decided would be obeyed.

Gripping the sides of his head, she tuned in to his thoughts: he was not struggling as he usually did, but instead listening intently. She almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it, he could not hear, unless she allowed him to.

"I know you're there"

The comment surprised her. Trunks was supposed to be dormant to her will.

"I heard you coming. You are quite a heavy walker."

This was bad. His hearing her meant that he was slipping out of her grip. She had to keep control, stay alert.

"Ah, you are much stronger than I first expected. Bravo on finding me."

"Who are you?" Trunks demanded, "What have you done to me?"

"Me?" She feigned innocence. "I am the beautiful and admittedly manipulative Zodiac. You are tethered to a small chamber of your own mind in order for me to take control of your body's actions."

"Why? Why me?" From experience, Trunks had learned that it was best to get as many answers out of the enemy before making a plan. He needed to know as much about this woman, her magic, and her plan as he could.

"You are a fighter. You caught my eye in the line of wayward souls in otherworld. The rumors, how you had sacrificed yourself for a woman you so loved, were addictive to me. I had to have you. I make some deals and retrieved your body, I did some magic and gave your soul and body a life. You are alive because I made it so."

"Then what is it you want from me?"

"My sweet boy, I want nothing but you. However I cannot have you until I have completely severed the bond you have with this mate of yours."

Complacency gone, Trunks struggled against his invisible bonds, yelling, screaming for Pan. "If you do anything to her I swear on Kami's name you will never have me!"

Zodiac only laughed. Her laugh was neither evil nor sweet, but it sent chills down Trunks' spine because it was unhinged and insane. "I will have you with or without your consent." And with that Trunks's outward body began to move. His arousal was apparent as he grabbed Zodiac's hips and pulled them to his own. Back in his mind, Trunks was screaming at his body to stop, yelling to stay motionless.

"Don't you see, boy? I have complete control of your body. You do what I tell you to do. Your will is bent to my divine power."

Now banging on the walls of his invisible cage, Trunks could not hold back the sobs of utter loss. Clinging once again to Pan, Trunks tried with all his might for her to hear him, for her to save him, for her to hide, to run. But it was no use.

As Zodiac left the room, turning only to inform him that they would be arriving on earth in an hours time, Trunks finally knew the answers to all his questions. He knew that she was the most dangerous of anything they had every faced. With magics stronger than Babidi, and a will of a woman scorned, Trunks was very aware that Zodiac would play her game differently than anyone they had ever encountered.

And as Pan's relief was pouring through their bond, Trunks whispered to her:

"Be safe, Pan. Please be safe."

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