Please don't be too hard on me this is my first fanfic ever and I don't even know if im any good at writing. Sorry if there are a few mistakes, I'm not such a great typer. Please read and review.
Disclaimer---- I do not own Dragon ball z or any of its characters or storylines in any way but I do own this story so ha... lust kidding ...
Pan sat huddled in the corner. He had just beaten her again. He, her evil stepfather, the general of the royal guards, and second in command on Vegeta-sei, next to Vegeta of course. He was Jaxer and she hated him. He had married her mother just 4 months after Freeza had killed her father. Her mother had had also died. She had died a year after she was married to Jaxer and now little 7 yeas old pan was left all alone with him. Evil Jaxer, who didn't care about anyone except his own, greedy self. The only one Pan could rely on was her dear uncle Goten who had been training her secretly.
9 years later
Pan waited patiently for her stepfather to come home. Normally she would have been training with her uncle Goten right now but he had just recently gone of to become a body guard of some sort. She knew today was the day that Jaxer was to receive a raise and she was hoping that he would be in a good mood. She had been dutifully trying to keep his supper warm so not to spoil the good mood she was hoping he'd be in. `I wonder if he did get his promotion' she thought. She knew she was about to get her answer as she heard a key turning in the lock of the front door.
A few seconds later Jaxer walked into the kitchen with a smirk on his face. Pan smiled to herself knowing that he had gotten the promotion he claimed to have worked so hard for. "What are you smiling at girl?" he barked, when he noticed the smile on her face. " Nothing." she lied, while wiping her face clear of any emotion. She busied herself with his supper as he sat down at the table. "Where's my food?" he asked impatiently, "It'd better be warm." he added more to him self then to Pan. " Oh, it is!" she replied, proud that for once he would know that she could do things right. "Well hurry it up than, I don't have all day!" he barked.
She knew he was in a good mood and she didn't want to spoil it so she quickly finished preparing his plate. As she hurried over to him she hadn't noticed a chair that was sticking out from underneath the table and she tripped on the leg of it, sending the food flying to the floor with some of it hitting the walls and some of it landing on Jaxer neatly kept uniform. She quickly stumbled to her feet and hurried around the kitchen trying not to look over at Jaxer.
He stood up and slowly walked over to her with a look of pure hatred on his face. "You clumsy little whore" he screamed, throwing what t bit of food that had landed on himself at Pan, his ki rising greatly. He raised his hand and landed a sharp blow on her cheek. She practically flew into the wall and Jaxer made no move to help her up. Tears shone in her eyes, as a large bruise slowly began to form on her delicate cheek, but she refused to cry. She knew that was a sign of weakness even for women and she didn't want to anger him any farther. " You are just s worthless little brat and you're no better than your bitch of a mother." He told her while getting another plate down from the cabinet. " Your mother was useless. She just laved in bed all day and she couldn't even please ME!!! Her own husband! And you are just like her, lazy and worthless." he said while making a few dozen sandwiches. " I'm not sure if I shall ever be able to find a man desperate enough to marry you..."
he said absent-mindedly.
Pan couldn't believe her ears. One moment he was insulting her mother and herself while she was doing her best to conceal her temper and to keep her power level down as far as possible, and now he was talking about finding her a husband. She wasn't sure what to think. She was sure she didn't want a husband... Did she? Well for one thing she wouldn't have to live with Jaxer anymore. No more abuse, no more insults, no more torture, and best of all no more painful memories of her mother and her mother's death. But then again she knew that marriage could have its bad sides. What if he married her to a man more horrible than he is? Or what if he is ugly or lame or worst of all weak. What if she was to be married to someone of fourth or fifth class or worst of all what if he married her to someone with no class at all. Someone who has absolutely no fighting skills at all. Perhaps maybe he wouldn't marry her at all and things would remain the same as they are now. Maybe he was just
angry and hadn't realized what he actually said. Perhaps he didn't mean to marry her off at all and she was just supposed to serve him the rest of her life.
Finally coming back to reality she asked, not quite sure if he had even realized what he had said "Di.. Did you say mar.. marry me? Are you going to marry me off?" " What?" he had just stared blankly at her as she asked him the question " Of course I plan on marrying you off, or I at least plan on getting rid of you. Did you think I want you hanging around here all your life, you worthless brat?" "Oh.. ok." Pan replied not sure what to say back to him. She still didn't know how she felt about this marriage issue.
She snapped out of her daze as he rose from his seat at the table and walked over to the sink to drop his plate off for her to wash. " Here he told her handing her a broom and a dust pan, "clean this mess up and then do the dishes." He left the kitchen and started off quickly towards the gravity room to train. Now pan just stood in the kitchen confused about everything that had just been said.
The next afternoon at mid-meal
Jaxer was skimming through the daily newspaper looking for any interesting news. He skimmed quickly through the want ads, but stopped when he saw an ad for slave auctioning. It said that they were looking for girls between the ages of 13 and 19 who had not been `spoiled' in any way. They weren't picky on the race just as long as they were pleasing to the eye. It also said that they would discuss payment upon delivery. Jaxer glanced up at Pan doing the dishes. He guessed that she was around the age of fifteen or sixteen and he supposed that with a little work she could be very beautiful. He knew that this was his chance to get rid of her at last and make some money in the process.
He quickly got up when he decided that the sooner he got rid of the brat the better. "Were leaving," he said plainly, " get anything that is important to you but don't doddle, we don't have time to screw around." Pan dared not ask any questions, and she just silently walked out of the kitchen to gather what few belongings she had. About ten minutes later Pan was done and they were on their way out. They made their way out onto the busy street and started to walk towards the crowded market.
Once in the market Jaxer led them towards a pub with a dark grim sort of look about it and a couple drunken men hitting on some poor girl outside of it. Jaxer led Pan inside and ordered her to sit down at the table while Jaxer went to talk to someone. Pan reluctantly sat down on a table far in the back so not to gather any attention. She hadn't liked the way the men in the front of the pub had been looking at her. It wasn't that she didn't like men; she was a girl after all. But those men didn't want the type of relationship that she was looking for. All they wanted was a pretty little whore and a good lay. They had looked at her the same way Jaxer had given her al those times before when her mother was sick all day in bed. It was lust not love and she had no need for lust.
She was rudely snapped back to reality when Jaxer came walking, briskly, up to the table with a short, gruff looking man hurrying beside him." Pan, Darling." he said in a sugarcoated voice. " You must go with this nice man here," he started acting annoyingly sweet, " he's going to take you and find you a nice new home where you can learn to do something useful." He bent down slowly and held Pan close to him.. She guessed that he was trying to make it look like affection. " You had better behave you little brat or I'll make you pay." he whispered in her ear, to low for even the keenest of saiyan ears to hear.
With that said, Jaxer kissed Pan on the cheek, and then he turned to the short man shook his hand, and then he left. Pan unsure if she would ever see her stepfather again (like she would want to), turned to the man. She noticed that he was staring at her. Not like the other men had, but he stared at her in a criticizing way. Like he was studying her for some fault. "Hmmm.." he mumbled " he said that you had been in quite a few accidents and that you might have a few scars, but still you are a pretty one." " What do you mean?" Pan asked confused. " Why does it matter if I'm pretty or have any scars?" " Oh you mean you don't know, darling?" he asked unsurprised that she hadn't known she was going to be auctioned as a slave. " You are being sent to the slave auctions. You will most likely end up as some mans concubine." Pan just stared at him not believing what she had just heard.
Ill get the next chapter out as soon as possible. I hope you like my story so far and please review with nice comments or constructive criticism only...
Chibi-Chi Haruka
Disclaimer---- I do not own Dragon ball z or any of its characters or storylines in any way but I do own this story so ha... lust kidding ...
Pan sat huddled in the corner. He had just beaten her again. He, her evil stepfather, the general of the royal guards, and second in command on Vegeta-sei, next to Vegeta of course. He was Jaxer and she hated him. He had married her mother just 4 months after Freeza had killed her father. Her mother had had also died. She had died a year after she was married to Jaxer and now little 7 yeas old pan was left all alone with him. Evil Jaxer, who didn't care about anyone except his own, greedy self. The only one Pan could rely on was her dear uncle Goten who had been training her secretly.
9 years later
Pan waited patiently for her stepfather to come home. Normally she would have been training with her uncle Goten right now but he had just recently gone of to become a body guard of some sort. She knew today was the day that Jaxer was to receive a raise and she was hoping that he would be in a good mood. She had been dutifully trying to keep his supper warm so not to spoil the good mood she was hoping he'd be in. `I wonder if he did get his promotion' she thought. She knew she was about to get her answer as she heard a key turning in the lock of the front door.
A few seconds later Jaxer walked into the kitchen with a smirk on his face. Pan smiled to herself knowing that he had gotten the promotion he claimed to have worked so hard for. "What are you smiling at girl?" he barked, when he noticed the smile on her face. " Nothing." she lied, while wiping her face clear of any emotion. She busied herself with his supper as he sat down at the table. "Where's my food?" he asked impatiently, "It'd better be warm." he added more to him self then to Pan. " Oh, it is!" she replied, proud that for once he would know that she could do things right. "Well hurry it up than, I don't have all day!" he barked.
She knew he was in a good mood and she didn't want to spoil it so she quickly finished preparing his plate. As she hurried over to him she hadn't noticed a chair that was sticking out from underneath the table and she tripped on the leg of it, sending the food flying to the floor with some of it hitting the walls and some of it landing on Jaxer neatly kept uniform. She quickly stumbled to her feet and hurried around the kitchen trying not to look over at Jaxer.
He stood up and slowly walked over to her with a look of pure hatred on his face. "You clumsy little whore" he screamed, throwing what t bit of food that had landed on himself at Pan, his ki rising greatly. He raised his hand and landed a sharp blow on her cheek. She practically flew into the wall and Jaxer made no move to help her up. Tears shone in her eyes, as a large bruise slowly began to form on her delicate cheek, but she refused to cry. She knew that was a sign of weakness even for women and she didn't want to anger him any farther. " You are just s worthless little brat and you're no better than your bitch of a mother." He told her while getting another plate down from the cabinet. " Your mother was useless. She just laved in bed all day and she couldn't even please ME!!! Her own husband! And you are just like her, lazy and worthless." he said while making a few dozen sandwiches. " I'm not sure if I shall ever be able to find a man desperate enough to marry you..."
he said absent-mindedly.
Pan couldn't believe her ears. One moment he was insulting her mother and herself while she was doing her best to conceal her temper and to keep her power level down as far as possible, and now he was talking about finding her a husband. She wasn't sure what to think. She was sure she didn't want a husband... Did she? Well for one thing she wouldn't have to live with Jaxer anymore. No more abuse, no more insults, no more torture, and best of all no more painful memories of her mother and her mother's death. But then again she knew that marriage could have its bad sides. What if he married her to a man more horrible than he is? Or what if he is ugly or lame or worst of all weak. What if she was to be married to someone of fourth or fifth class or worst of all what if he married her to someone with no class at all. Someone who has absolutely no fighting skills at all. Perhaps maybe he wouldn't marry her at all and things would remain the same as they are now. Maybe he was just
angry and hadn't realized what he actually said. Perhaps he didn't mean to marry her off at all and she was just supposed to serve him the rest of her life.
Finally coming back to reality she asked, not quite sure if he had even realized what he had said "Di.. Did you say mar.. marry me? Are you going to marry me off?" " What?" he had just stared blankly at her as she asked him the question " Of course I plan on marrying you off, or I at least plan on getting rid of you. Did you think I want you hanging around here all your life, you worthless brat?" "Oh.. ok." Pan replied not sure what to say back to him. She still didn't know how she felt about this marriage issue.
She snapped out of her daze as he rose from his seat at the table and walked over to the sink to drop his plate off for her to wash. " Here he told her handing her a broom and a dust pan, "clean this mess up and then do the dishes." He left the kitchen and started off quickly towards the gravity room to train. Now pan just stood in the kitchen confused about everything that had just been said.
The next afternoon at mid-meal
Jaxer was skimming through the daily newspaper looking for any interesting news. He skimmed quickly through the want ads, but stopped when he saw an ad for slave auctioning. It said that they were looking for girls between the ages of 13 and 19 who had not been `spoiled' in any way. They weren't picky on the race just as long as they were pleasing to the eye. It also said that they would discuss payment upon delivery. Jaxer glanced up at Pan doing the dishes. He guessed that she was around the age of fifteen or sixteen and he supposed that with a little work she could be very beautiful. He knew that this was his chance to get rid of her at last and make some money in the process.
He quickly got up when he decided that the sooner he got rid of the brat the better. "Were leaving," he said plainly, " get anything that is important to you but don't doddle, we don't have time to screw around." Pan dared not ask any questions, and she just silently walked out of the kitchen to gather what few belongings she had. About ten minutes later Pan was done and they were on their way out. They made their way out onto the busy street and started to walk towards the crowded market.
Once in the market Jaxer led them towards a pub with a dark grim sort of look about it and a couple drunken men hitting on some poor girl outside of it. Jaxer led Pan inside and ordered her to sit down at the table while Jaxer went to talk to someone. Pan reluctantly sat down on a table far in the back so not to gather any attention. She hadn't liked the way the men in the front of the pub had been looking at her. It wasn't that she didn't like men; she was a girl after all. But those men didn't want the type of relationship that she was looking for. All they wanted was a pretty little whore and a good lay. They had looked at her the same way Jaxer had given her al those times before when her mother was sick all day in bed. It was lust not love and she had no need for lust.
She was rudely snapped back to reality when Jaxer came walking, briskly, up to the table with a short, gruff looking man hurrying beside him." Pan, Darling." he said in a sugarcoated voice. " You must go with this nice man here," he started acting annoyingly sweet, " he's going to take you and find you a nice new home where you can learn to do something useful." He bent down slowly and held Pan close to him.. She guessed that he was trying to make it look like affection. " You had better behave you little brat or I'll make you pay." he whispered in her ear, to low for even the keenest of saiyan ears to hear.
With that said, Jaxer kissed Pan on the cheek, and then he turned to the short man shook his hand, and then he left. Pan unsure if she would ever see her stepfather again (like she would want to), turned to the man. She noticed that he was staring at her. Not like the other men had, but he stared at her in a criticizing way. Like he was studying her for some fault. "Hmmm.." he mumbled " he said that you had been in quite a few accidents and that you might have a few scars, but still you are a pretty one." " What do you mean?" Pan asked confused. " Why does it matter if I'm pretty or have any scars?" " Oh you mean you don't know, darling?" he asked unsurprised that she hadn't known she was going to be auctioned as a slave. " You are being sent to the slave auctions. You will most likely end up as some mans concubine." Pan just stared at him not believing what she had just heard.
Ill get the next chapter out as soon as possible. I hope you like my story so far and please review with nice comments or constructive criticism only...
Chibi-Chi Haruka