The Ice Prince

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Trunks looked at Pan, standing in the doorway, shaking like a leaf. "Clean this bed up, and have it done by the time I get out of the shower. Don't forget to pick up your shit from my floor; your room is through that door." He directed her to a door on the far end of the room, from where she was standing.

"Yes, my Prince." She hastily gathered her things, and walked to the room which was attached to his. I can't believe he would do something like that? She couldn't get the disturbing images out of her mind, and felt like crying, that was the last thing she wanted to do in front of him. He wants to break me, make me feel worse than I already do. I have to stay strong.

She opened the door, and was surprised at how big the space was, for a servant's room. There was a single bed up against the wall, with a window behind it, to the left of the door, and next to it was a night table, and on the opposite wall was a little kitchen, table with two chairs, and laundry room, which had access to the hallway. To her right was a closet for her clothing, and another door next to it, which led to a little bathroom. I suppose I have to get used to my room being attached to his. I wonder if all the personal servant's rooms are like this. I better get on with my chores. She dumped her things on the little bed, to be sorted later, and headed to do what the Prince had asked.

She was putting fresh sheets on the bed, feeling nauseous, because his mess was all over the one's she had just stripped off. Pan had never seen a naked man before, and now she had to clean up what was left of his earlier display.

The bathroom door opened behind her. "I thought I told you I wanted this done already." Trunks spun her around, grabbing hold of her face, his hand around her chin, squeezing harder than necessary.

Pan was so frightened; she didn't know what he was going to do. She could hardly breathe, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

He moved his face so close to hers, his nose touching hers. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. "Weak fool, so my mother thinks she can have a little spy living with me. She may not have told you, but I know why you are here. If I find out that you have told her anything about what happens here, me killing you will be letting you off easy; I promise it will be slow, and painful." He smirked at her, tightening his hold on her face. "Let's see how long it'll take to break you, you will not leave your room unless I need you, and if you want something, you will ask one of the guards to get it. If my mother calls for you, I want to know, if I find you anywhere but here, I will punish you."

Her face was hurting so badly, she wanted to scream, but she was afraid to even close her eyes. She was praying that he would let go soon, her tail was so tight around her waist, that her abdomen was starting to hurt.

"You earth women are pathetic, I don't understand why my father insists on keeping you around. Such timid things, although I must say some of you are very beautiful, and make for good concubines, and by that I don't mean you!" He let go of her face. "Finish up here, and go back to your room."

She didn't answer, just turned around, and continued making the bed. If the Prince finds out I'm part Saiyan, he'll kill me for sure. I have to be very careful. I needed the job so badly, and Sayain's are not allowed to be servants, because of their unpredictable strength. I should've listened to my mother when she told me to get rid of my tail, but it's a part of me, and I couldn't bear to see it gone. The Prince was sitting in the lounge area; she could feel his eyes on her, and felt a cold shiver run through her body. I wish I learnt how to fight when I was younger, but my mother, and especially my grandmother wouldn't let me. They believed it was to keep me safe. I don't understand why, but the King frowns upon any Saiyan-human hybrid, even though his own children are.