My Secret Love

Disclaimer: I don't own dragonball Z. So please don't come to me.

Author's note: Alrighty. I just thought of this story out of the blue. A romance between Pan and Trunks is what this story holds. I hope you all will enjoy it! Also, on planet Vegeta, Vegeta isn't the king. Gohan is! So don't be getting all wigged out. If you're offended by it, then don't read! )

Chapter One: Infurity

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'Ah.. My dream has come true!' 21 year old Pan thought, laying on her back in her blood red, king-sized bed. A red, fluffy teddy bear was in her grasp as her pearly white teeth brightly shone. 'Only five days left'.

Any saiyan girl would kill to be in Pan's position. She was heir to the throne of her father's kingdom. Only five days left until she could be the next queen. And her king? Only the most gorgeous saiyan on Vegeta! His name was Dias. Pan absolutely adored him. He was everything a girl dreamed. Dias was tall. Very tall, actually. He made his fiance feel like an ant! Blonde hair was cut clean on his head. Muscles bulged out of his body, which always made Pan feel safe. His eyes were emerald green, which gleamed with mystery, cockiness and isolation.

He wasn't exactly a saiyan person. He prefered to be alone. But there are times where he enjoys being with everyone else. Dias loved his little 'pumpkin'. His voice was deep. Everytime Princess Pan would hear his tone, she felt as if she wanted to collapse to her knees.

Just the thought of her saiyan made her giggle. He was a good person, to a degree. Dias doesn't exactly show much emotion, but you know, Pan loved that too. She loved the myserty in him, not being able to tell his next move. And man.. was he a lover. The princess just gazed up at her ceiling, which was covered in flawless, white gold. Looking around, she spotted her white curtains flapping a bit in the wind from the open window.

Hoping off of her bed, in her bunny pajama's, she slid over to the glass windows frame and her eyes absorbed the vast land. Green fields glistened in the morning dew as the bright, golden sun began to emerge from its slumber. The rays of this hot ball of gas stretched out as far as it could reach, lightening the world to a new morning.

Oak and pine trees spotted the ground in various places. Their leaves swayed gently in the wind making a soft whisping sound.

Inhaling deeply, the saiyan female tied her shoulder length hair back into a pony tail and stretched her arms out. A knock was made at her door and she walked slowly to it, in her white fluffy bunny slippers. Opening the door, she was a bit surprised to see this person at her door.

"Yes?" She asked, with a small smile.

"Hey pumpkin." He replied, kissing her on the cheek. Pan gave him a large hug, and he wrapped his left arm around her waist and leifted her up as they continued their bear hug. Settingher down, he put out his right arm which had a small bundle of white, red and yellow roses. "Only five days left. Are you excited?" He asked, with a small smirk.

"Are you kiddding me? Of course I am!" She replied, with her sweet smile. Taking the roses she tossed them onto the bed and brought her saiyan close to her body, inches away from touching. "You're so sweet.." She said in a whisper, with her ebony orbs glittering with softness and slight mystery.

Dias looked at her, with an expression any girl would die for. His emerald eyes looked to her gently, as his face drew closer to hers. Pan closed her eyes and placed her soft palms onto his shoulders as their lips touched. Pulling her body onto his, the saiyan man lay her down onto the bouncy bed..

--Downstairs, outside--

"Hurry up with the work!" A man shouted to the workers of the palace. On they went, not as slaves, but it was their jobs. The men were constructing new buildings, while the women were preparing meals, and treating the cattle. Over to one side of the work area, were three men.

Their job was to build a new building for the cattle, since the previous one was beginning to get to small. Now, they were all saiayns, yes. But the guards were much more powerful than the men at work. So any refuse of working would sometimes mean a death sentence.

As the sun crawled up further into the sky, the hotter it got. Sweat glittered on the saiyans bodies as the wood pieces were being put together and the materials were being brought to the construction zones. It didn't take long at all for the siayan men to build these buildings, because of their strengths. So tools and such were not neccessary. But in a way, they had to take their time. If the buildings weren't perfect, punishment was soon to come.

Where those three men were working, they were talking about the Princess and the five days left before the marriage. But only two of them were really the ones talking. The third man was just simply nodding as he worked. He couldn't really care a less about the news. What difference would it make in his life anyways?

On the roof of the wooden building, one man was punching nails into the material. The sun shone directly above him, casting a bright outline of his body. His hands were pretty rough and dirty from the work he's been doing, but what can you expect? Sweat poured over his frame, making it seem like small crystals reflecting from his skin.

This saiyan's hair was pretty long. Long enough to put back into a pony tail. The color was of lavendar and his eyes were a silver yet blue. Astonishing, really. They would change from those two colors depending on light or emotion. Blue meant he was happy, or the light was on them. Silver normally meant serious and concentration.

"Come on, Trunks." One man said, wipping his forehead free of sweat. "Why don't ya talk with us? It'll make time pass quicker."

"Reguardless, time goes as it's set. So nothing can make it pass by faster." The man named Trunks replied. "Now pass me a rope." He demanded, looking down at his partners.

"You should listen to Corey, Trunks. Maybe time won't go faster, but having a little bit of fun would make it seem like it's gone by faster, ya know?" The other replied, lifting his chocolate eyes to look at his partner.

Trunks didn't reply to his comment. A rope was tossed in the air, a little too hard. It went flying up about fifty feet and the saiyan looked down from his working point. "Nice job, Jacob." He said, as the rope fell onto his head.

"Sorry 'bout that." Jocob replied sheepishly.

Quickly lacing the two ends togetehr around a piece of oak wood, Trunks was satisfied with his job as it was nearly completed. Looking down at his white shirt, it wasn't so white anymore. Dirt marks and oil stained his top and he made a face. "Filthy.." He murmured. Ripping off the shirt, he threw it behind him and hopped onto the ground. 'What does it matter anyway, that's all I am over here. Or so the 'upper class saiyans' say..' He thought, looking around.

Trunks was normally a happy person, but when at work, he never really talked much. Inhaling, the saiyan's chest enlarged as he turned and looked back at the project he nearly finished. His chest was sparkling with the salty water which emerged from his flesh. Crossing one arm over the other he looked at his buddies and blinked. "What time is it?" He asked.

"About 9:43am." Corey replied.

"Alright."

"We're almost done here. Then maybe we'll be able to leave early, ya know?" Jacob said with a small smile.

"Don't get your hopes up, Jacob. You know how these people are here." Corey stated.

"Well, we only have the roof cover to put on then we're done. Good job guys." Trunks said, nodding.

"You three. Get to work." A saiyan said, approaching them.

"We're taking a break." Trunks replied, looking the man into his eyes. This man was short and chubby, but don't judge a book by its cover!

"You're not taking a break unless I say so. Now go." The chubby man said, with a stern look.

"No. We're tired. It'll take us longer to complete if we don't take a stupid five minute break." Jacob and Corey stood there and watched. They were a little frightened. They knew if Trunks continued, he'd have something coming for him.

"Trunks, come on. No use in getting punishment." Corey insisted.

"No. I'm not working for five minutes. After that, I'll work again." The saiyan said, standing up in full posture.

"Really now? Alright, if you don't get to work in two seconds, you'll be sent to the dungeon and you'll recieve a beating from us."

"Honestly, you guys are pathetic." Trunks replied, picking up a piece of rope and slinging it over his left shoulder. His black baggy jeans were amazingly hot from the sun's rays as he could feel them once walking away.

"Pathetic! Haha. You're the filthy saiyan. This is about all you're good for. Your mother would agree I'm sure." The chubby man stated.

Trunks stopped and turned around as he leered at this man. His brows came together as his muscles tensed and his fists clenched. "What did you say.." He growled.

--FlashBack--

"Hurry, Trunks dear." A woman's voice said frantically.

"Mommy, what's going on?" The young saiyan asked. Trunks was around four at the time.

"Don't worry about it. Here, stay behind this drawer. Please, don't get out no matter what happens. Promise me this." The young saiyan nodded. "Good." She said, kissing her son on the forehead. "I love you. Don't worry I'll be back."

The mother's name was Bulma. She was a human who mated with a saiyan named Vegeta. Ever since the saiyan warriors found out this information, the three have been in hiding from these monsters. However, Vegeta was caught one day and was pulverised by at least thirty saiyans. All equal to his strength.

He died after that night, with nothing left besides his blue bandana. Bulma gave this to Trunks in rememberance to his father.

"Where are you going?" Trunks whispered, tempted to follow his mother.

"Shh, I'm going to get some water and food." She said, in a low voice.

Truning around, the mom started towards the door. However, once at the door frame, someone stopped her. The house was dark, as well as the outside. Stars were the only source of light, for a person to see. "Where do you think you're going?" A low voice was heard.

Bulma was speechless. The blue eyed beauty stepped backward. Yet the enemy came forth. Backing up and hitting the wall behind her, the mother knew what she was in for. Her eyes quickly looked to the right, where her son was. She then looked back at the saiyan in front of her.

He slowly pulled a butcher's knife from his pocket. "I've finally found you.." He growled. Those were the last words Bulma heard. The sharp, yet smooth blade quickly was thrust upward and to the left, slicing the woman across the neck. Blood spewed from her flesh and she fell to her knees.

Her soft palms gripped her neck hard to try and stop the bleeding. Her hands turned a scarlet color as they were painted by the red stream of liquid escaping her body. Grabbing Bulma by the hair and lifting her up, the saiyan took that same blade and launched it into the woman's stomach, to where the tip of the knife punctured through her spinal cord.

For a moment, he held it there. He soon began to twist the blade, slicing through her organs and bones. The blood came through her nose and mouth like a fountain. It wouldn't stop pouring from her small body. Trunks could watch no more. He remained quiet and closed his eyes as furious tears streamed from his fragile face.

Suddenly, silence. A thud sound was heard, then nothing more. Trunks opened his eyes, hoping this was a dream. But no, it was reality. He took in a deep breath after he could sense the man's presence was gone. Crawling on all fours, the half saiyan, half human child slowly went to his mom.

Left hand, then right, soon left knee then right knee. Each limb fell upon a small puddle of blood, which clung to his skin. Looking at his mother, he began to sob as he sat on his knees and took both arms and shook her. She didn't move. The only movement of her that was made was from her son pushing her.

He crawled over to the other side and saw her eyes peering at him. Bulma's eyes were as cold as ice, staring blankly at his son. The blood now slowly exited her body and trickled onto the floor. Her skin was pale and her body stiff.

"Mommy.." He said quietly with the tears entering his silver and blue eyes once more. They rolled down his face like a small river. Leaping onto his mother, Trunks sobbed into her rose scented hair. "Mommy, wake up! Please mommy, don't leave me! Please! I don't want to be alone.." He cried as his arms held her slightly in a giant hug. "Mommy.. Please come back!"

--End Flashback--

"You.." The now 22 year old Trunks snarled at the man. "You're the one who killed my mother." He said, his power level beginning to rise.

"Heh heh, yes. It was I who demolished that pathetic piece of trash!" The short, chubby man admitted. "Just what are you going to do about it?"

Trunks could remember his voice now, the same voice that tore his mother apart. "You.." He repeated. Trunks slowly began to come forth, to the man who killed his mother. Each step that was made by the half saiyan, was heavy.

He was soon breaking the ground under his body. The killer on the other hand, was growing a bit nervous and waved a few of his partners over. "Come on kid, let's go."

The leer in Trunks' eyes were furious. His emotions reached its peak. He was sad, angered, confused, but most of all, he wanted revenge. As the saiyan's muscles tensed greatly, they began to grow larger with every step that was made. The angered thoughts that whipped through this young man's head was amazing. Never had Trunks felt this way.

His blood was hot, his body demanded more energy, and his limbs were aching to launch at the enemy almost like pitbulls snarling, and begging to be let go to demolish a thing or person. Corey and Jacob stood back and watched with astonishment.

"I will kill you.." The half saiyan promised, with a low growl. He wasn't but three yards away from the enemy.

--Upstairs, Pan's room--

Dias lifted his head from Pan's lips as he looked out the window. They were having their fun while something was going on outside. "What is it?" She asked, pulling the sheets over her upper body.

"Don't tell me you don't sense that." Dias said, looking at her.

"Yeah, that power? So what, it's probably just some guys getting into a fight." She replied, moving his head back down to hers.

"Probably.. But I think I'm going to go check it out." Dias replied, hoping off of the bed, zipping up his blue jeans and throwing his black shirt on. Pan sighed and rolled her eyes as she too, got dressed and headed downstairs.

Tying her orange bandana over her head, she ran after her lover. 'Just great, we were getting to the best part and some idiot outside fucked it up!' She thought.

Once outside, the two stood in the doorway and saw Trunks and the guards.

A golden aura began to outline Trunks' strong frame as he was only four feet away. "You destroyed my family.. You did all of this for your own hilarity.. Now I'll make you pay!" He shouted, as he stopped where he was. The power level increased dramatically. The hair tie which once held his hair back, broke. The soft, lavendar hair started to become a bit spikey.

"Stop!" Prince Dias shouted with angerment. "Charles, what have you done to this man to make him so infuriated?" He shouted, looking at the stranger before him who was on the verge of destroying everything in his path.

"I killed his mother and he got pissed!" Charles replied.

"You idiot! He's going to destroy everything here!" Dias said. Lifting his left arm, he rammed it into Charles' stomach. He then proceeded to take the opposite arm and elbow him in the neck. The man fell. Charles didn't move one limb. His body twitched a few times then stopped. Dias killed him with two easy blows.

When Trunks saw that Charles was dead, he returned to normal. The inturruption of Dias prevented Trunks from destroying the area and possibly.. transforming into a super saiyan? Pan stood there speechless as she saw this man. "I'm sorry about that, sir." Dias said, with a disgusted look.

Trunks shook the hair from his face and nodded, feeling a bit better. Although the half saiyan wished he were the one to kill the idiot. Taking an extra hair tie from his arm, Trunks pulled his hair back into a low pony tail. "No problem.." He murmured.

"Hm.. You sound disappointed. How about you come to dinner with us tonight, um.." Dias paused.

"Trunks." The 22 year old added.

"Ah yes, Trunks. This dinner will be added to the appology I owe you. And if any one of you anger these workers again, you'll have it from me." Dias warned.

Pan stepped forward a bit and looked at the dead man on the floor, she then shifted her gaze to Dias, then soon Trunks. Her eyes stayed on him for a moment. She blinked a few times, then Trunks looked at her. The look he gave Pan made the young princess' knees tremble. Yet she didn't know why..

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Author's note: And there's the first chapter! The part where Trunks' mom dies made me a little sad. Not too much though. Anyways, review please!