So, I started this to just break me out of my writer's block and never actually intended to finish it when I started it, but it just wound up going that route! It'll be a double or a triple with lemon at the end, so don't be surprised when it changes to rated M! Oh, and yall wouldn't even believe the amount of smut I turn out that never gets published, mwuhuhahahahaha! Don't even get me started on the four different get-together scenarios for Bardock and Mako in Blind Love, I might just publish those tasty ass smut scenes as oneshots somehow lol…

Oh, and I swear to God, I have to plug Eiahlaie in like EVERY story from here on out, yall. SHE PUT THE SAIYAN DICTIONARY… IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER! SO LIKE… PM BOMB HER WITH NOTES ABOUT HOW FUCKING BADASS SHE IS!

Ok, it wasn't the suckiest punishment his father had handed down, but it was certainly the most boring without equal. "Gods, I'm so fucking bored," Trunks sighed to himself as he used his feet to lean back his chair onto two legs, balancing it as he formed an extremely weak ki ball and played with it lazily.

"Then you could always go help the footmen or the cooks," a regal voice said tartly from the doorway. That voice immediately giggled when he teetered in his chair for a moment, nearly landing on his head as he absorbed his energy and gawked at her, having the nerve to look like she'd walked in on a private conversation with himself. "Perhaps you'd rather work in the garden or the laundry?"

"No thank you, Majesty," Trunks managed, schooling his features into something much more respectful than his previous glare.

With a smile, Serenity set a stack of paperwork in front of him. "There. Since you're bored, I'm sure you'll have no objections to going through all of those for me and sending them out to the proper recipients." She couldn't contain a chuckle when he groaned at the sizeable stack and thumped his head on the desk. "Oh, come on, Trunks. You had a whole day off to settle in after you arrived, so it's time to get to work. And whining doesn't suit you," she added with a chuckle. "And for the record, this is no more than any of my council members go through in a single day."

"I hate paperwork," he groaned into the cherry-stained hardwood.

"So do I, but you have to learn how to rule a kingdom," Serenity sighed, giving his tense, muscular shoulder a squeeze through his cloak.

"I hate my father so much sometimes," he admitted with a huff as he looked through the first packet. He immediately rolled his eyes at a page full of stupid rhetorical jargon about farmsteads in what was once old China and set it down with a shake of his head.

"What your father is doing is likely the most noble, wise, unselfish thing I've ever known him to do, Trunks. I've known him since before you were a baby," she added softly as she perched on the edge of the desk, "and he has always only ever looked out for himself—and your mother once he mated her. And then you. But never his people, and never his planet. By abdicating in the event of your grandfather's death, Prince Vegeta is admitting that he is not fit to rule Vegeta-sai. And as much as I like Vegeta, there's never been a truer statement."

"I'm not fit for it either," Trunks protested sternly, "so why does it get shoved off on me! It's Father's responsibility."

"Oh, you're more fit for it than you think, honey," Serenity assured him honestly. "You are very much like your grandfather when he was young, according to what the spirit of my mother told me centuries ago. You all have intolerable tempers, but King Vegeta and yourself seem to both keep it admirably in check when it counts. And you both make very wise decisions when it comes to disputes." She pointed at the stack in front of him. "Take that first one, for instance. What would you do?"

Trunks sighed and humored her, flipping past the laws and straight to the dispute before reading it through carefully. "I would have someone go to the surveyor's office in that area, check the maps, and then check the property line. Then if this rich asshole continued to insist that the peasant farmer is using his field for grazing, I would go down there and handle it myself. Likely penalize him for harassing the peasant. Why?"

"That's exactly what I would do. It's a good decision, Trunks. And how would you penalize him?" Serenity asked curiously.

"Heh, that's easy. A fine wouldn't really hurt him or teach him anything, so I'd make him work in the farmer's stead for several days so he realizes how fucking hard it is to subsist on only the land." Trunks couldn't keep the little arrogant smirk from his face when Serenity smiled and nodded in approval. "Ok, fine. Maybe you have a point. But it doesn't mean that I enjoy going through all of this paperwork."

"That's what a High Council is for, Trunks. What I'm doing now is teaching, since your grandfather is too busy to do so and your father is abysmal at this sort of thing. I delegate all of this paperwork to the council, and I only read through disputes when it can't be properly handled without royal intervention. And believe me, there a lot more of those than you'd guess," she added wryly. "Now, I'm going to bed, and if you have any questions, ask me in the morning. Ok?"

Trunks merely nodded and couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips as she slid off the desk and went to her room, then immediately shook his head. No, no, no. That's what had landed him in this mess in the first place! Even if she looked and smelled amazing, he was sure as hell not going to wind up trying his hand with the queen of the Silver Alliance, only to further enrage his mother and father for thinking with his dick! "Though that night with Ami sure was worth it," he chuckled under his breath. "And besides, her and mother aren't even blood cousins! I don't see what the big fucking deal is!"

"Ok fine," he continued to himself softly, "the big deal is that they found out about Mako, Mina and Rei as well. Not like they didn't want it, though…" He chuckled at that and sighed as he leaned back in his chair once again, half of his mind focused on the stack of papers in his lap and the other half entertaining thoughts of various Senshi in innumerable different states of dress and sexual positions. Not that it was difficult to imagine such things, since he'd actually witnessed them all firsthand.

And this was his punishment: being sentenced to paperwork and kingdom-running stuff until his father decided that he'd learned his lesson. The punishment itself had been his mother's idea, though, since all of Vegeta's ideas involved an ass-kicking.

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"And while you're on Earth, hopefully you'll learn a few things about decorum, and the dignity that a future king should display at all times," Bulma sighed. "You're going to be a king, Trunks. You can't run around fucking every princess and queen that you come across. Hell, you were supposed to be learning about the Intergalactic Trade while you were in my home galaxy!"

"Sorry, Mom," Trunks sighed, giving her a hug.

"Not yet you aren't," she replied tartly. "Serenity's going to have you buried elbows deep in paperwork while she teaches you how to run a kingdom. You're going to be too busy to even jack off while you're staying with her. Oh," she added quickly, frowning up at him, "and if I even think that you're trying to put the moves on her daughter, I will castrate you myself. You hear me, boy?"

The look on her face had Trunks wondering if she actually meant it; one could never tell when Bulma was pissed. "On my tail, I won't try and sleep with Chibi-Usa," he promised solemnly.

"Good boy."

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Thank the gods that Trunks had sworn on his tail, because if he hadn't, he would've been doing his best to seduce the innocent pink-haired crown princess of Earth. Dear gods, she was gorgeous! As gorgeous as her mother, in fact, but Chibi-Usa didn't possess that ethereal aura of untouchability that her mother carried around her.

And that untouchable goddess was suddenly back in the room, waiting patiently for him to acknowledge her presence; she'd likely been there for a little while as he'd mulled over the reasons for his predicament. "Majesty?" Trunks asked respectfully.

Serenity sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in a mixture of agitation and embarrassment. "I hate to ask you for a favor like this, Trunks, but—"

Those words had a million dirty thoughts going through his head, despite what he knew was about to be some mundane request to run out and grab something from somewhere or someone. "I'm technically your page, Lady, so whatever it is…" He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Naru isn't here, and I called to check on her. Umino says that she's fighting through a bout of morning sickness."

The slight coloring to her cheeks had Trunks's beast rising up unbidden; that pretty blush on her face made her suddenly appear a lot less untouchable and made her look much more her body's age of twenty-two. "Naru's your handmaiden, yes?"

"Yeah, and my daughter is out with Broly right now and I would rather not disturb them by calling for something as silly as help with my dress."

Trunks couldn't help himself any longer as he flashed her his patented sexy Saiyan smirk and coupled it with a little wink. "Well, I'm pretty good at undressing women, so it wouldn't be a problem to get your clothes off, Serenity."

The queen immediately blushed even brighter at that, but managed to keep her dignity. "This doesn't involve ripping them off, Trunks."

"Oh, I'm just busting your balls a little, Majesty," Trunks chuckled as he stood, took her hand, and kissed it in a gentlemanly fashion. "Come on, I'll help you get out of all that silk and those petticoats." He studied the dress once they were in her private chambers and finally lifted a brow. "This dress is a lot more complicated than what you usually wear, isn't it?"

"Yes," she sighed, trying her best not to feel self-concious about having a man in her room. Ok, not just any man—Mako had told her stories about what a sexy beast Trunks was without all of his royal finery, in and out of the bed. "It's a Kanassian style of dress, since I was meeting with their delegation this afternoon. Trust me, wearing it wasn't exactly my choice for everyday wear, and it took Naru an hour getting me into it properly."

"Well, getting it off isn't as hard as you would think," Trunks assured her, taking her by the shoulders and turning her so he was facing her back. He immediately began to unbutton the line of silk fasteners down the back, exposing yet another layer of silk and more buttons. "Dear gods," he chuckled, "you really went with the full style from Kanassa, didn't you?" When she sighed and nodded, Trunks first undid the sash around her waist and then slid the first layer of the dress from her shoulders to let it pool on the floor. "There's a hoop under all this too, isn't there?"

"And a corset, I'm afraid," Serenity confirmed, turning an even brighter shade of red.

"Don't be embarrassed, Majesty," Trunks said gently, biting his tongue to avoid calling her 'sweetheart' or 'beautiful' as he would any other woman that he'd undressed. "If it makes you feel any better, I have to have help getting out of this formal armor that father insisted I wear at all times. And I'll remind you that I'm very used to taking care of myself."

"Thanks," she whispered as she wriggled out of the second layer of silk, exposing her petticoats and corset. "Now, if you'd just unlace it enough for me to—ah! Trunks!" Serenity yelped, immediately crossing her arms over her chest to hold the whalebone in place.

"Shit, sorry! I really didn't mean to—"

"It's fine!" She snapped, "just get the ties on the petticoats and the hoops, since I can't move my hands!"

"I really didn't mean to do that," he mumbled petulantly, his dexterous fingers unlacing the ribbons at her waist. "I am sorry, Serenity."

He was sincere, she could feel it through her empathy as she felt him working at the rest of the damnable outfit. "Well, at least it's easier to breathe," she managed lightly. "It's ok, I know you weren't purposely trying to expose me." Serenity chortled in relief when the heavy hoops and petticoats fell to the floor, leaving her in only garters, hose and her half-slip. "So much better. Thank you, Trunks."

"Need help with the ties on the hose?" He inquired as he eyed her shapely legs.

"Fresh," Serenity snorted, slapping his arm lightly, careful to hold her corset in place with the other hand. She smiled when he just grinned and winked at her, then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for helping a lady with her clothing, Prince Trunks. Now get out of here so I can get out of the rest of it."

"My pleasure, Lady," he responded with a grin, unable to stop his tail from swishing around in interest at the sight of her with so little on. He quickly got out of there, though, and wiped his forehead dramatically the moment her door was closed behind him. "Be still my beating—er, ok. Not my heart," he snickered as he entertained a fantasy of how delectable the queen would have looked without that slip and only the garters and silk hose concealing most of her luscious thighs.

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The next morning found Trunks passed out on the sofa in Serenity's sitting room with a pile of paperwork on his chest, snoring lightly as he dreamed of someone with golden hair wrapping herself around him and taking all of him as she whispered his name with delight and flexed around his aching cock.

And when a golden haired beauty gently woke him, he nearly jumped her until he realized with quite some shock that it was the queen. "Gods, you're gorgeous," he breathed in awe.

"So I've been told," Serenity replied with a snort. "Your scouter was going off, I thought you might want to answer it," she added as she handed it over, glancing down at the small pile on his chest. "You went through an awful lot of that. Good work."

"Hn," Trunks replied sleepily as he donned his scouter and mashed the button to answer the call, only to find himself being stared at by a scowling prince. "What, Father? It's too early to be yelled at for things I haven't even thought of doing."

"Why isn't it your room I see in the background, boy!?" Vegeta snapped loudly, making his son cringe and rub at the bridge of his nose.

"I'm also fully clothed," his son pointed out. "And if you must know, I fell asleep on Lady Serenity's couch while I was going through paperwork for her. Any more fucking complaints this early in the godsdamned morning, Father!?"

"Remember to whom you speak, boy," Vegeta warned him softly.

"Prince Vegeta!" Serenity called from the next room. "Your son was up working all night for me, and while I have no clue what you are insinuating that he's done wrong, I assure you that the only thing he got up to yesterday was going over how to solve debates between the different classes." She strode back into the room then, hairbrush in hand. "And for the record, it is way too fucking early for yelling, just as Prince Trunks has pointed out. So hush," she chuckled.

"Whatever," Vegeta sighed, signing off.

"Thank you," Trunks said gratefully as he tossed his scouter down onto the finished papers. But when he looked up at her and found that golden goddess just studying him carefully, he couldn't keep a slew of impure thoughts out of his head. "I'd heard you have another form… why don't you stay in that one? Gods, Lady… you are simply beautiful as a blonde." Not to mention her enticing scent, which seemed to be even stronger and more alluring in this form than in the other. Trunks's inner beast was even trying to purr as it sniffed the air, but the Saiyan in question was keeping it firmly in check out of self-preservation.

Blushing prettily at such a genuine compliment, it took her a moment to answer. "People tend to take me more seriously in my other body," she finally replied. "The silver hair makes me seem more regal."

"No, the silver hair makes it easier for them to concentrate on something besides sex," Trunks said without thinking. "Because if I was negotiating with you like you are now, I wouldn't be able to think about anything but the bedroom."

Serenity turned an even brighter shade of red at that and was at a total loss for how to reply. No one had spoken to her like that before. Ever. Ok, a few men had made passes at her, but they'd never been quite so sincere about it… nor had they been close to as sexy as Trunks looked, his hair tousled and his eyes still a little sleepy. "Um… uh… thank you?" She squeaked out after a long silence.

"Just speaking the truth, Lady." Climbing off the couch, Trunks had the decency to turn a little pink at the sight of his own morning wood. "Bathroom?" He asked in embarrassment.

Serenity just pointed into her room as a tiny smile played on her face and she tried not to think dirty thoughts. Damn, if Mako hadn't been joking! This man was hung like a fucking horse! "Bad thoughts, Usa… bad thoughts."

"Only bad if you let yourself think so!" Trunks yelled from the bathroom, where the sound of peeing could be heard as well.

Serenity blushed at that and immediately busied herself in going through the paperwork he'd stacked neatly on the floor, some of them covered in notations in his masculine handwriting. Damned Saiyan hearing; now he knew she'd been thinking less than pure thoughts about him!

Walking back out after washing his hands, Trunks gave her a grin and a wink as he sat down next to her on the couch. "No shame, Majesty, most women see that thing and think bad thoughts, so you shouldn't be any different. You are a woman, after all."

"I'm also twenty centuries older than you, Trunks," Serenity replied automatically as she began to make two stacks of papers—one to turn in and one that she'd check over.

"Shit, you still look younger than me," Trunks teased as he read over her shoulder.

"Stopped aging at twenty-two," she replied absently as she read through a particularly nasty dispute between neighbors in what was once America. "Hm… this one I'll handle myself," she said as she started a third pile. She felt an arm around her shoulder then and stopped. "I don't know if you're just being cute or if you're genuinely flirting with me, Your Highness—"

"Just teasing you," Trunks chuckled as he held her close, secretly breathing in her scent. Damn it, she smelled great. Amazing, in fact. Like moonlight and all of his favorite desserts rolled into one. "You obviously don't get teased as often as you should," he added.

"And you obviously don't know when you're dealing with a lost cause," Serenity countered lightly. "Now, go get ready for the day while I bathe and dress. I have a meeting in an hour and I need you to give Broly a break in watching over Chibi-Usa. Not like he'd want one," she muttered, "since I highly suspect he has a crush on her."

"Sure you don't want me to stay and scrub your back?" He chuckled lightly.

"Out," she snorted in reply, her tone leaving no room for argument.

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"Prince Trunks?"

"Yeah, I'm in here, Umino," Trunks sighed, setting down a sheaf of paperwork that he was meticulously going over concerning a custody battle in what was once Europe. It was so lengthy and messy that it actually belonged in a separate stack meant solely for the queen, and Trunks was actually finding himself engrossed in the case, having a harder time making a decision as he read more and more about it. "I could use a break, anyway, so what's up?" He asked when one of the queen's most trusted advisors stepped into his sitting room.

"Her Majesty requests your presence at a luncheon with the leader of the remnants of the planet of Hera. Their leader has quite the mouth, and she thought that perhaps having a male on her side of the table would help to balance things out." Umino sighed at that and shook his head. "That man… I mean, I'm hentai as hell, but he puts me to shame!"

"Heh… Bojack's one of those people that you have to just ignore sometimes." Standing up, Trunks quickly donned his armor with Umino's help and followed him to the smaller dining room. "My Lady," he purred as he entered, "I apologize for my tardiness. I would have joined you sooner, but I was finishing up some of that paperwork for you."

"My dear prince, thank you so much for joining us," Serenity replied warmly, blushing a bit as she simultaneously felt relieved just by having him walk in the room. Not only that, but he was totally playing it off as if she'd been expecting him all along, careful not to give away that Bojack was getting on her nerves! Damn, if she didn't owe him for such a wise display of tact! "Bojack was just regaling us with the tale of how he won my dear cousin's heart."

"Won more than that," the rogue chuckled as Trunks took a seat and he noted the deepening of her blush. "So… where was I…? Oh, yeah. So, she sends this fireball right at my nads and I just barely managed to dodge it, and by then she was running out of steam. Shit, we'd only been fighting for two hours at that point, and I honestly didn't want to hurt the woman. Though she was trying like hell to put a hurtin' on me. Mmm… Amazons and their tempers… anyway, I finally blasted her beautiful ass through a wall before I pinned her to the remains of it, and then I ripped off her—"

Trunks cleared his throat loudly at that, but couldn't help the sheepish grin creeping over his face. He was stopping the pirate for now, but he was definitely tracking him down for the rest of the story later on! "Sorry, Bojack, but I don't think this is the type of conversation we should be having in front of Her Majesty. I can smell that she's becoming a bit uncomfortable with the topic."

Bojack's eyebrows hit his hairline at that and he blinked. "Shit, Sere, you could have said something. You know how my mouth runs the fuck away with me."

"It's quite alright," Serenity whispered, sending Trunks the most grateful look she could manage around her wineglass as she drained it of its contents. "Thank you, Prince Trunks, your nose was quite correct. So, Bojack… how is Galaxia doing anyway? Any plans for children?" She asked sweetly as Trunks obligingly refilled her glass. She did like Bojack, but sometimes his stories really did get too out of hand.

"Yup, trying my best to knock her up as soon as I return. It's about time we tried for some kids, I think. I just hope they're all boys… I don't think I could deal with that woman's temper in a horde of little girls. Not to mention the asses I'd have to kick when they all reach marriageable age. Amazonian law be damned, my baby girls aren't fighting for their own virginities!"

Serenity did let out a laugh at that despite how coarsely he worded his reply. "Aw, I think you'll be a wonderful daddy to a little girl, Bojack. And I'm positive that she'll wrap you around her little finger the moment she's born."

"That she will," Bojack rumbled in quiet agreement. "Just like her mother has."

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"Trunks, I can't thank you enough!" Serenity exclaimed once they were alone in her own study and he was quickly helping her with her corset laces. She was frankly so relieved by his impeccable display of keeping the Hera-jin's manners in line that she didn't even have time to be embarrassed when Trunks fucked up her laces again and she barely caught the undergarment in time. "That had to be the most diplomatic display of correcting a guest that I have ever witnessed. How many times did you redirect that conversation from stories about fucking my cousin into the ground, anyway?"

"I counted nine," he snickered, "but I think I missed one or two. Go change, then you can help me with this damned custody dispute I've been reading. It was meant for you, anyway, so I'll go fetch it and maybe you can make heads or tails of where all these kids need to go."

"Sure!" Serenity replied cheerfully as she closed her door behind her and detransformed to her golden-haired body. She yelled the rest of her reply through it as she changed into a day dress that wasn't nearly as restricting as the first since it was only Trunks that she would be spending time with. "Hell, I owe you after you saved me from some extremely graphic descriptions of my cousin's naughty bits! The last time Bojack visited, I got told this wonderful story about how Laxi shaves her snatch with her sword," she added with a groan.

Having used his Saiyan speed, Trunks was back already and he laughed at the sound of Serenity being awfully candid with him and flashed her a grin when she came back out, looking radiant in what looked like a very comfortable day dress without anything binding her breasts. He couldn't help but notice how damned tasty she looked, either, with her curves unbound. "You should wear something like that more often, Lady. The corsets don't do you the justice that your natural body does."

Serenity immediately blushed at that and smacked his arm. "You keep your thoughts off my body, Prince Trunks!" She ordered in embarrassment. "Natural or otherwise, my curves are none of your concern!"

"Heh… kind of hard to look when they're there, dear Lady. I am a Saiyan male, after all… and I am in awe of such a wonderful sight. I'll be sure to tell my grandfather that you're just as lovely as the photo he showed me of your coronation."

She blushed again at the compliment and smacked his arm once more, though not quite as forcefully as before. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Trunks… I think I can see why you're such a hot topic among the ladies of the court."

"Nah, I don't have to flatter them for their attention," he snorted as he took a seat on the sofa. "I just have to look good… and let's admit it, I don't have any trouble in that department."

"Of course not. You're as good-looking as your father… as arrogant and proud as him, too. You just wait, Trunks. One of these days, a lady is going to make you eat some humble pie," Serenity advised as she took the sheaf of papers from his hands.

"Mmm… pie. Is that a metaphor for puss—" A smack to the back of his head shut him up and made him laugh hysterically, and he could have sworn that the queen was trying not to laugh as well while she held a stern expression on her face and gave him the Serenity patented "Look." He'd heard stories about that famous look, and he had to admit that it would be just as scary as he'd heard if not for the current topic of conversation.

"Oh, come on, you walked into that one! And I'm sure you've heard the stories about how much I love to eat pu—" A clearing of her throat made him stop, but he winked lecherously. "Um… pie. Yeah… that's it. I definitely meant pie. Cherry's my favorite," he purred in a soft, conspiratorial whisper.

Truth be told, his favorite was strawberry… but he wasn't going to admit it when that's all he could smell in the room; whether she was wearing an strawberry-based perfume or it was just her natural scent, the smell was doing extremely funny things to his beast.

"I'm… um… sure it is," Serenity managed, genuinely trying not to laugh when it was clear that he was attempting to make her do so. She couldn't keep from cracking a tiny grin though and whacked his forehead lightly with the paperwork. "Want my help or not, my pie-eating princeling?"

"Well, if you're offering me some pie, then most definitely," Trunks deadpanned, only to get whacked even harder.

"Thoughts off my curves and my pie. It's not up for any eating contests, young man," Serenity snorted. Gods, he was so funny! And she had to admit that it was nice to have someone to joke around with like she did with her sisters, someone who wasn't likely to run around telling stories about her potty mouth and her little hentai thoughts.

"You sure? I could put that to the test, Serenity," Trunks countered with a waggle of his eyebrows. "What's the pie-eating contest record? One hour? Two? I would lovingly eat pie all night long if you'd just set it on the table, all hot and juicy and—OW! That one hurt a little!" He couldn't help but laugh though when it was clear that she was on the very edge of hysterics herself, her body shaking in silent laughter and her lips cracking a wide grin. "What's so funny?" He teased.

"You don't eat pie on the table in my palace!" Serenity cackled, finally losing it and laughing hysterically, so hard that tears were running down her face and she would have fallen on the floor if not for Trunks catching her in time.

He was still holding her steady when she was reduced to little occasional giggles, and the Saiyan prince felt his beast responding to her scent so strongly that his tail was swishing around on its own, something it had never done before… ever. He stopped it immediately, wrapping it tightly around his waist to stop it from spreading his seductive pheromones, but that didn't completely stay his beast from speaking its mind. "But if I eat pie in your bed I'll make a mess on your sheets," the animal inside of him breathed in her ear.

The tickle of his warm breath made her shiver slightly, and Serenity suddenly realized how close he was holding her, but he was smirking playfully—at least she thought he was—and she just countered with a smirk of her own. "There will never be pie eating in this old lady's chambers," she chuckled. "Now let's get to work already? I have things to do and then I have to dress for supper. You are joining me, right? Bojack's likely going to be there again," she added, suddenly more serious. "Love the man to death, but that mouth…"

"Sure, I'll gladly save you from stories about your cousin's sexual escapades with a randy pirate king," Trunks offered, sliding away from her on the couch, giving both her and his beast space—who, for the record, was starting to gnaw at the leash a little.

Ok, fine… she smelled great, but what was the big deal? Cake smelled great too and it didn't make his beast drool like a starving wolf! But neither did strawberry pie! Then again… the queen wasn't cake… or pie, and his beast seemed awfully fixated on eating the tiny golden-haired beauty reading beside him.

Damn, if his stay on Earth wasn't going to be long as hell after today if was going to be forced to breathe in that scent during his entire trip.

This'll either be a double-shot or a triple-shot, I'm not sure yet! Just something I started working on a couple months ago to break me out of my writer's block!

Ana: PIE! PIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!ABSKHJIHFEUIGLD

Selene: I miss you, chica!

Sesshy's Mistress: I MISS YOU TOO! I WANT MY PHONE BACK!