Chapter 2: Attraction

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A huge thank you to all the reviewers. I'm delighted you appreciate my little work here. Many of you commented on how refreshing a fanfic not centered around the 3 year gap is. I enjoy it too ^^ And I can still let the characters reminisce about their past, talking about it in a new perspective years later.

A very big hug goes to Emmy_Tee. She volunteered to be a beta and oh my kami. She's the best! Since I'm not a native speaker my English often sounds clumsy but she went through it and now I can't believe how nice it is to read! Check chapter 1 again. There were a lot of changes in the flow of the words.

I wonder what she'll say once she's through with the 112 pages I've written up to now. XD

Okay, and lastly the fanart I started this week. (chapter 1 has the sketch and outlines). Luckily I can add it on archive of our own where I can post the explicit stuff. (read AO3 version for it)

And also on AO3 and all of my profiles on various networks is not my Cosplay (still a bit wip) of Trunks as shown in the new fanafic image)

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Trunks tried to remember the breathing lessons his father had taught him but to no avail. It was remarkably difficult when he was encompassed by her scent. She smelled incredible, like rare flowers in a forest, blooming despite the darkness in full force. He knew she was special, had felt it since they had been mere children. But now… the fragrance...the essence...the… damn, he had to get his loins under control! No, he wouldn't be like his father. He wasn't as impulsive. Especially since he wasn't sure if Mai even felt the same. She was so shy around him, to the point of almost uneasiness. An angry growl escaped his throat when he thought about anything that could potentially threaten her safety.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll hurry up." Mai exclaimed in exasperation before sliding her bag beneath the bed instead of opening it. She ran over to her backpack and pulled out something before standing up.

Oh no. His reaction to his own thoughts had lead her to distress. Why did he have to mess everything up? "No, it's fine. Take all the time you need" he choked out.

"Ah…" Mai was stunned for a moment by the rigid posture and slight blush that began to creep upon on his face. She shook her head in attempt to clear her troubled mind and took a deep breath before pushing a small box covered by decorative wrapping paper in his direction. "That's for you. I've got one for each of your family members as well. Just something to show my gratitude for letting me live here until I find another place."

Trunks couldn't focus on the present. Another place? But he needed her beside him, next to him, around… Oh,... Get your life together! "Oh, thanks. That wasn't necessary, really." He picked it up from her, hoping she wouldn't notice how much his hands shook.

"You can open it now." Mai urged him. "I want to know if you like it."

Trunks inspected the box for a moment, wondering about the contents. He pulled the wrapping paper away and opened it. Inside was a keychain with an intricately crafted miniature copy of the sword his future self had wielded as a weapon. The meaning behind it stole his breath away. "I…"

"You don't like it? Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Mai exclaimed in desperation while trying to snatch it away from him. How could she have been so stupid? Now he must think she wanted to date his future self and not…

"NO!" He pulled away and held it firmly pressed to his heart. "I… I just didn't expect this. It's wonderful, Mai. You have no idea how much meaning this holds to me. It's… perfect."

Mai tried to fight the tears in her eyes as she heard his words. "Really? Oh, then I'm glad. It's custom made and I had to sketch it from memory so it might not be entirely accurate." The town she had studied in was known for its amazing artists. She wanted to give them something unique. For weeks she had thought about what iconic symbol suited them best before entering the store with drafts.

Trunks looked at it again, turning it around between his fingers. "Incredible detail, and all of it accurate. Thank you, Mai." He couldn't help himself and let the urges overwrite him.

Mai gave a surprised gasp when he hugged her tightly. It took her a few seconds before she relaxed again, a smile spreading over her face. Kami, it felt so right to be in his strong arms, so safe. The universe could burn down around them and she would not even notice it while listening to his heart beating so surely under those strong muscles. Her legs began to weaken so she slung her arms around his neck.

Trunks breathed in the scent of her hair along with something else he couldn't quite place. It made the heat in his groins flare. Concerned she would notice, he drew back slightly not ready to let her go just yet.

Mai saw this as her chance to look him in the eyes. Goodness, he really had grown over the past months. Now he was almost a foot taller than her, but that was no reason to feel intimidated. There was kindness in his eyes and a yearning Mai knew she was mirroring. She wanted his hands to wander lower, maybe even lift her up with those capable arms and… Oh no, was she actually thinking about…? But how could she not? That man was the epitome of masculinity. Yes, the hair was a bit out of place, but unique, framing his face so perfectly. If he leaned down now it would be like a curtain, shielding them both from the world while his mouth did things to her. Oh, get a grip!

The other scent of hers intensified and the burning in his loins became a raging hellfire while he ached to touch her, not through her clothing, but her bare naked skin. He wanted to taste every inch of her, especially...

Mai was about to lean in closer and give him a kiss. Before she could decide whether it would be a shy peck or long and intimate, she heard a growl vibrating in his chest. Was he angry with her?

Why did they have to do it now? Trunks couldn't focus on anything other than doing exactly the same thing when he heard the muffled sounds of his parents. They were already at it in earnest, meaning Vegeta had shielded himself somehow. And the soundproofed wall couldn't do much when the bed was colliding with it again and again. He knew Mai wouldn't hear it, but… he couldn't disregard the images beginning to appear in his mind. As a teenager he had accidently walked in on his parents on multiple occasions. It hadn't scarred him for life, luckily. But right now with his own need coursing through his veins, he couldn't help but imagine doing those things to Mai. He could see her face, flushed, desperate, begging him for more… He gave a desperate whine and rested his head on her shoulder while something inside of him almost begged to seal the deal, to… sink his teeth in her neck? That snapped him out of his daze.

"Err… Trunks…" She tried to untangle herself from him. She instinctively felt the danger, and it made her want him all the more. Because the woman knew he would never hurt her. But… the other things that could make her heart race faster than ever before... "I think I'll give my gifts to your mother and father now as well."

Trunks ripped his eyes open. "No!"

She looked at him, perplexed. "Why not?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant… they are occupied at the moment." He choked out, hoping she wouldn't inquire for more details.

"Okay?" It was more of a question. Why was he so disturbed by that?

To remedy the awkward silence, he decided to distract her somewhat until his father was done with his mother. "I could show you the house and the lab. We're changed a lot of things. You're gonna like it."

He seemed desperate to get her out of the living area so she didn't press him. "Alright." Managing a smile she used all her courage to give him a little peck on his cheek. The blush was instant and she delighted in it. He was so bashful, so handsome. Kami, she wanted that face between her… Get a grip!

Trunks gasped and didn't know what to do at first. Why was it so easy for his parents to show affection? Even for his father. There were such tiny gestures he had come to realize once he'd grown old enough to understand them. Using a trick his father sometimes did, he used his fingers to gently put a strand of hair back into place. He could see the shift in her eyes, glazing over with something he couldn't pinpoint. But he wanted to see it more often.

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Vegeta groaned one last time before releasing himself inside of her. Damn, that felt good. After all the pining he had been subjected to by the ki signature of his boy, he was glad to get that out of his system. The Prince had to find a way to shield himself better from his brat's emotions. They were too distracting and flipped his training schedule upside down. Well, at least this private training with his wife felt way more satisfying.

"We should make ourselves presentable again." Bulma gave him one more loving kiss before getting out of bed. Wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs she decided a shower would be required before meeting Trunks and Mai again. "Care to join me?"

His woman was already in the bathroom when he realized what she'd asked. With a grin he opened the shackles limiting his strength to human levels and let his power flow through him. The effect on his groin was instantaneous. Being a male from earth must really be annoying, such little stamina.

"Aren't you comin'?" Bulma asked from the bathroom where the shower was already running.

'The question is not if, but how often…' he answered in his mind before lifting himself off of the sheets. Vegeta made a beeline for her, a smug grin on his lips when he saw the blue imprints his fingers had left on her hips. The warrior had failed to notice the damage he'd inflicted on her body. Usually when using the shackles he decided not to hold back. He only had human strength at his disposal but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to hurt her. Yet the settings had been made by Bulma who knew exactly how much she could take. The woman liked a bit of pain sometimes and it enticed him.

Handing him the shower gel, Bulma stepped back under the spray and waited for him to clean up his mess while she busied herself with washing her hair.

Vegeta put a generous amount of the scentless soap on his hands. His wife had made this mixture herself years ago. When they had begun their intimate affair, the Prince had made it quite clear that awfully strong, sweet perfumes were an annoying distraction when all he wanted to inhale was her…

The woman gave him a delicious moan when his large hands cupped her behind carefully, massaging her cheeks before diving between her legs.

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Bulma joined the rest of the adults in the garden where Trunks and Vegeta were training on the lawn. She put the tray of sandwiches on the table and took a seat next to Mai. "Help yourself."

"Thank you, Mrs. Briefs." She gave her a nod to show her gratitude before continuing to type something into her notebook.

"You've settled back in nicely. I'll miss you once you've found your own place." Bulma commented, trying her best to encourage the girl to stay. "Bulla is still too young to have a normal conversation with and we all know my mother is a bit of a nightmare." She played with the little necklace Mai had gifted to her. At the end of the chain was a tiny pearl similar in color to a Dragon Ball but instead of having stars in it there was a single strawberry. The girl really had put a lot of thought into the gifts. They weren't something you could buy around the corner or edible presents like chocolate. Looking at her husband Bulma wondered what Vegeta had gotten from her.

"I won't be on the other side of earth this time." She said before closing her computer. Mai had used her work as an excuse to spend a few minutes outside to watch father and son train. In the corner of her eyes she had constantly followed the two of them throwing their punches.

"It's a nice view, isn't it?" Bulma commented when she realized where the girl's mind had went.

Unable to fight the blush spreading across her cheeks, "er… I wouldn't know."

Bulma laughed. "Oh, admit it. I know that glint in your eyes. And believe me, those two would train in the gravity chamber if they wanted to get stronger. This right now is purely a way to show off their attributes. Arrogant males…" She wondered if it had been her son or husband who had offered to train so visibly.

Oh, well they certainly had a lot to show off. Mai felt her bones liquefying when she followed their movements. Those two were perfect, deadly, but beautiful.

The Prince felt the bloodlust inside him surge when a mixture of scents reached his nose. At least he had gotten his own wife into mating mode as well. For an hour now, the girl sat there, acting as if she was focused on her computer. But the pheromones she emitted were a clear sign of her actual intentions. He was almost certain the girl was wet beneath that short skirt. Bulma must have given her some shopping advice because it wasn't her usual style or maybe it was just her way of showing off? Whatever… The Prince wondered why his son wasn't as affected by the scent in the air as he. If the girl had been on the Saiyan home planet, the poor thing would've already been encircled by at least four dozen males trying to win her over. Vegeta had enough and grabbed his son's arm, wrestling him to the ground. "Concentrate, boy! Or do you want to lose while your mate is watching?"

A shock went through him at the thought. "What?!" He seethed and glanced over to Mai who had a look of excitement on her face, waiting for Trunks to turn the tables again. Something growled deep inside him until he realized it was his own voice.

Oh, good. At least this exercise was proving to be helpful in achieving the next level of power. The challenge the boy saw in showing his capabilities in front of the girl made him break his limit. "You don't want to be a weakling in her eyes, do you?" He pressed him and used the hold he had on his son to inflict more pain.

Trunks howled before his instincts took the upper hand. With a blast of energy he knocked Vegeta a few feet away. "You were saying?" The lavender haired man asked with so much arrogance in his tone.

Yes, there he was, his son, at the height of his power. Of course this was merely a sparring match with them in their base forms but it still did wonders for the development of their skills. "You heard what I said. Now come and fight me!"

Trunks was at him in a flash, putting all his might into his punch.

Vegeta had seen it, but without transforming he wasn't able to block it in time. A shocked gasp left his throat when he felt the hand compressing his organs. The blow was hard enough to knock him into a nearby tree. He took a moment to recover and clear his vision. The pride he felt when he found his son's gaze, so proud, undefeated, able to accomplish anything. Oh, the sweet knowledge that the boy came from him was able to block out the pain he felt right now. Vegeta enjoyed the taste of blood in his mouth.

Trunks heard the two women cheering but that was so far away. Right now the only thing he felt was the immense ki he had unlocked. If he was able to draw from this well while being Super Saiyan there was hardly any villain to even reach his level.

"That's what I wanted to see." Vegeta mouthed and knew his son would understand even though he couldn't hear the words from so far away.

He nodded at his father thankfully before turning around and grabbing himself a towel. Trunks knew very well that his father hated pity, so he did not offer to help him up.

Mai had jumped to attention when the fight ended. She could feel her own heart beating rapidly after such a big moment. Offering him a glass of water was the only thing she could manage to do. The smirk on Trunks' face was enough to make her blush all over again.

The lust for blood he had felt before was turning into another direction. The adrenaline was still overwriting his brain and the sweet victory was like gold in his veins. His instincts told him to claim his prize now. Mai was so close to him that he could see the pulse beneath the skin of her throat. A sudden need to sink his teeth into the area where her neck and shoulder met was throwing him off guard. He wanted to taste her. First her skin, then her blood and at last her sweet nectar. And after that, the Saiyan would prove his manhood by making this beautiful face contort in pure ecstasy. His instincts told him to mount her here and now. To hell with anyone who might watch them. He knew his mother had gone off to treat his father. The two had already left the garden while Trunks and Mai continued to stare at each other. He noticed the desire in his parents' ki signatures and knew what they would do now. Why was it so easy for them when he had to struggle and hold back?! "I'm gonna shower. I will see you at dinner." He choked out before his urges got the better of him.

Mai was about to reply but he was already gone.

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Vegeta had watched his boy fawning over the girl for few days now. That wasn't courting. It was a disgrace for a Saiyan warrior. When there was chemistry, the lovers just went at it and fulfilled their cravings. Fighting was more important than sexual interests, unless the moon made the baser instincts take over. And even then it was a battle between the sheets.

Oh great. Now they were outside in the garden - holding fucking hands! It was moments like these where Vegeta wondered if he had actually fathered that brat. Of course there was no doubt about it but he wished that the boy's Saiyan nature was stronger and not overwritten by stupid human norms. Maybe he should ask the woman if there were any herbs on this planet that might make them less… shy. Vegeta knew of quite a few from his journeys across the stars. Most of them were used in whore houses but the effect was very pleasant in lower doses. Maybe the Saiyan Prince should pay one of the outposts a visit to purchase a handful, but that would be a betrayal he didn't want to commit.

He simply had to be patient, stand his ground and wait until his son would finally seal the deal. Although at this point he was sure Trunks would remain a virgin until he was as old as Vegeta was now…

"Aren't they cute?" Bulma stated behind him.

"Cute is not the word I would use, woman." Vegeta countered before inhaling her scent. Oh yes. That could always calm his nerves.

"Oh, my poor man. I know this is hard for you, Vegeta. But be honest, would you rather have him bang his way across the planet? With his stamina that would certainly be no problem." She used a veiled compliment in her phrasing, knowing he'd fall for it.

"If you say it like that…" he leaned back against her. "I prefer it when his interests are focused on one human. At least we have to deal with fewer products of his loins then." He just had to throw that comment in there as well.

"Oh, and there I thought you wanted to revive the Saiyan race," she joked as she sank her fingers into his thick dark hair, massaging his scalp to soothe her mate's temper.

Vegeta purred in delight before answering. "Not when the result is a weakling. As I told you before, only those with chemistry produce strong offspring." He couldn't think straight when she did this to him. Oh, if only he still had his tail. The gentle touches and strokes would be so much nicer along the length of it…

Ah, now she had him. Good. "And you think there is chemistry there?"

"I could think of a thousand species I'd rather see him procreate with, although most of them I have already wiped out." He knew his past didn't scare her anymore. She would focus on the main aspect of the reply.

"So she's not worthy?" She let one hand continue to play with his hair while the other traced his muscles until they rested on his crotch, carefully squeezing him.

He wanted to say that she was inferior because she was human; wanted to just pass it off as an adolescent fling. But he knew it wasn't, and the girl had potential. Besides, what kind of Saiyan Prince was he to admit it? Although… when she held him like that… The blood was quickly leaving his brain as she fondled him just the way he liked. "No," he croaked out before exhaling in a low groan of pleasure.

"So humans aren't capable of…" she was interrupted before finishing.

"Woman, I know where you're going with this, and I will not allow you to..." he trembled under her touch. The influence the blasted female had on him was impossible.

"Why don't we talk this out upstairs? I'll be on top and show you just how powerful human females can be." A finger slipped beneath his trousers, making him gasp.

"Oh, are you trying to prove your worth again?" Vegeta wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Well, I am worthy enough to be your Queen after all. So... " She bit into his neck as hard as she could, knowing it would turn him on beyond belief.

Vegeta growled barely able to refrain from pathetically releasing himself into his own trousers. Okay, that was a declaration of war. "Let's see how long I let you be on top," he threatened her.

"Oh, Vegeta, you know you'll be begging me to make you come while I ride you into oblivion." Bulma licked along his pulse before squeezing him with her fingers.

"Vulgar woman."

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As I said in an answer to a comment I'll not go for a slowburn. Mai and Trunks will have their fun quite soon. And then the really good stuff starts. Funnily I enjoy Vegeta and Bulma teasing each other instead of actually writing the smut.

Do you want the smut? Also, check out the AO3 version of this story with the fanart in it ^^

Continue your awesome support and review. Last time I wrote almost 50 pages in two evenings because I was so delighted with the AO3 responses!