Lockdown

Sesshy's Mistress

Summary: Unnerved by an overheard conversation between Trunks and Goten, Vegeta decides that it's high time his son takes a big leap towards manhood... whether he likes it or not…

Note: I blame MegaKat and Seleneanadyomene. Title is thanks to AnaFrost and Summary and Smut is thanks to MegaKat! Everything else but the characters is mine!

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"Someone… kill me ….now," Usagi gasped as she fought for breath. The pressure surrounding her was making it hard to breath, and her knees were killing her. How on earth was this guy still standing? She tried to look up at him, but the muscles in her neck screamed in pain. She couldn't move at all. To make matters worse, she could hear her heart pounding rapidly in fear and anxiety. The only thing she could do was continue to lean against his leg for support.

Trunks had to immediately power up to SSJ3 in order to keep himself from falling to the ground with her. Had this been any other time, he would have commented on her position, but this wasn't the time. His sensitive ears could pick up every harsh beat of her heart and hear the ragged intake of air as her lungs struggled to breath. The beast inside of him was raging and Trunks was the same. What the hell did his dad think he was doing?

"You're killing her!" Trunks screamed towards the blinking red light. His eyes were wild as he frantically tried to think of a way to save her. If his father would not listen to reason, then he had no other choice. He needed to get to the control panel and force a shut down, but if he moved, she'd be exposed to the full force of the gravity crushing down on her. There was no way she'd survive it.

Growling, Trunk lifted his hands and summoned his most powerful Ki attack and sent it hurtling to the machine's control panel. This would either shut the thing down, or the two of them would be flattened. For a moment, Trunks had to war with his beast; it didn't like the other possibility, but they had little choice. Trunks only had to look down at the girl for his beast to realize just how close their mate was coming to suffocating under the gravitational pull.

He sent the energy towards the machine and then dropped to his knees in order to pull her to him and guard her from any flying debris. "It'll be okay," He whispered into her ear. "I'll protect you." He squeezed his eyes shut and held her flush against his body as the explosion rocketed through the room. Seconds ticked by like hours and only when he felt the weight of the gravity fade did he release her.

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"You could have killed the poor girl!" Bulma raged as she continued to slap and kick at Vegeta. "1000G's? 1000? Are you fucking insane? What if Trunks hadn't been able to reach SSJ3? I swear some days I just want to wring your neck!"

Vegeta grunted. He silently admitted that maybe he had acted a little too rashly from the onna's comment, but everything turned out okay in the end. Even better, actually. Vegeta grabbed Bulma's face and turned it towards the screen where Trunks could be seen cradling the blonde woman.

"I'm still pissed off," Bulma growled before handing him the empty popcorn bowl. "Refill, now!" When Vegeta opened his mouth to argue, Bulma sent a look so heated that he turned tail and all but ran to the kitchen to fulfill her command.

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"You okay?" Trunks' beast was in full control at the moment. It was strange how only one glance could trigger these events. He had never been so protective of anyone, ever, excluding his mother and father. Right now, though, he'd be more than happy to rip his father a new one. Since the gravity in the room had returned to normal, he let his power fade so that his lavender locks and baby blues had returned.

"…Yeah…" The girl gasped as her lungs took in grateful gulps of air. Her hands still clung tightly to him as she trembled and leaned against him for support. Trunks didn't mind a bit. His hands were itching to pull her closer again. He had to agree with his inner beast, she felt damn good pressed up against him like that—a perfect fucking fit… and he couldn't help but wonder if everything would fit so well. "Thank you," she whispered softly, "for blowing that thing up."

Trunks felt a tingle run from his cheek through every nerve ending of his body when her lips pressed to it, and his beast immediately began to purr in response to the contact. "Sorry."

"For what?" She asked a little groggily.

"That my dad's such a bag of dicks. I swear, I didn't know he was going to do something like this or I would have gone and tattled to my mom. She knows how to rein him in when he gets these crazy ass ideas." He eyed the sigil on her forehead curiously, brushing his thumb over it. "Why is this glowing so brightly?"

"Because I very nearly died," she admitted. "It's the symbol of my people, the Lunarians… it was about to send out a moonbeam as a distress signal." Usagi blinked in surprise when she felt his lips press to it, followed by her cheek, then his breath gently ghosting over her skin as he trailed the tip of his nose down and in. "Trunks, I don't think that's a—"

His mouth cut her off as it fastened to hers, and the moon princess's toes immediately curled in reaction to the same strange tug she'd felt in her stomach before, along with a strong rush of desire. She was about to break it off as her better senses began to function once more, but someone else got to the punch before she did.

"YEAH! That's my BOY! Now, Trunks, fuck her brains out and mark her!"

Trunks broke away sharply then and snarled in frustration, his eyes flickering to green as he glared up at the blinking red light of the camera. "Damn it, Father! I can't do anything with you yelling all the fucking time! Every time I hear your bitchy, whiny voice, it kills any chance I had at getting a boner! So shut the hell up! You're being counterproductive!"

"Vegeta, Trunks is right," Bulma snorted. "You're killing their mood and mine."

"The fuck do you have to do with anything, woman?" Vegeta snapped right back.

"What do I have to do with anything?" Bulma repeated, her voice raising more than just a little. "I'll have you know, asshole, that I have everything to do with whether or not you wind up getting laid later on, therefore my opinion should mean the world to you!"

There was a little cough and a clearing of a male throat over the com, and Trunks could feel his lips twitching up in a smirk as he saw his father staring his mother down in his mind's eye.

"Let's um… give them some privacy then, woman. Besides," he added, his voice taking that princely order-giving tone once more, "I'm in the mood for a blowjob anyway, so get your sexy ass upstairs."

"Yes, my handsome prince," Bulma giggled.

"I don't know what's more disturbing," Trunks muttered under his breath. "The fact that they're watching, or—"

"Or the fact that your mom's crank is getting turned while watching?" Usagi finished for him, equally amazed and disgusted.

"Yeah," he sputtered in reply, looking down at his deflated cock. "Thanks, Mom and Dad."

"Welcome, brat!" Vegeta's voice shouted, sounding a good bit away.

"Gods, I hope we can't hear them having sex," he groaned, resting his head against her shoulder.

"You and me both. And… um, Trunks?"

"Hm?"

"You can get the fuck off of me now," Usagi said with only half-false sweetness. "Trunks," she said after a moment where he just gazed down at her, his blue eyes full of longing. "Snap out of it, pretty boy."

"Oh," he said quickly, helping her sit up as he did the same. "Sorry… I just… you know. Felt the pull and all. It was making me act a little stupid."

Usagi sighed and shook her head. "You're a virgin, I'm positive of it now. You'd have to be if everyone thinks you're gay and your father's throwing the first woman he finds right at you and locking you up with her. Where are we anyway?" She grunted as she stood, holding the back of her head as it throbbed and pounded.

Trunks' beast immediately took over and he was inspecting the lump on the back of her head where Goku had hit her. "We're in my father's gravity room. Come on over here, my goddess. Take a seat and I'll get you something for your head, alright? I'm sure dad still has a med kit stashed in the little bedroom attached to the GR."

"Please don't tell me that thing's bugged, too," she groaned, rubbing at her head still. Damn, it ached, and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and take a nap. Gods, it had been a long day.

"Honestly, I don't know. Why?" Trunks couldn't help but waggle his eyebrows a little when she shot him a look. "Oh come on, woman? Am I that repulsive?"

"Are you anything like your father?" She replied dryly.

"Ok, yeah. Dad's personality is so ugly he should wear a bag over it, but…" Trunks rolled his eyes and shook his head. "…believe it or not, this is his way of showing that he cares. My bizarre fucking family," he sighed.

At that, Usagi couldn't stop herself from hugging him tightly. "Yeah, they are. But you know what? My family was pretty bizarre, too." She grinned and chuckled into his shoulder at the thought of her Senshi. "They would do the opposite, though. Rather than throw me at some guy, they'd try like hell to make sure their sweet little princess never got any ass. They failed, though," she confided in a little conspiratorial whisper.

Trunks could feel his eye twitching at the mere thought of her with another man, and his beast tightened his grip around her automatically. "Really."

"You're seriously jealous," she sputtered. "Over a woman you don't even know. And over a man she was engaged to centuries ago—er, what are you doing? Are you… sniffing me?" Not sure whether to run or laugh her ass off, Usagi realized that he was doing just that—he was sniffing her throat and hair as if he was some sort of animal. "Excuse you, but that's a little weird."

"Can't help it," he growled, "just the thought of another man's scent on you has got my beast climbing the walls." He continued to sniff at her neck, running the tip of his nose down it slowly, relishing the scent of her as he continued to the edge of her fuku. Eyes half shut in bliss, his beast began to take over even more and Trunks didn't even know how to fight it. He was in heaven just from smelling her. "Smells so good," he murmured against her shoulder, nipping at it gently. "Mmm… don't move," he purred, sounding a little drunk as she gave a single struggle.

"Seriously, it's time to let go."

"Mine," he replied, his purr shifting into a pattern meant to relax and seduce a female, something he'd never heard out of himself until that day. "All mine…" He couldn't stop his beast; before he even realized what was going on, he heard a rip of cloth and he tasted blood in his mouth, rich and powerful and extremely arousing. Her blood, his mate's blood… and she was all his, now.

A soft whimper followed by a moan escaped Usagi's mouth as she gave another slight struggle and his canines only buried into her flesh even further, coupled with a low growl of warning from the man biting her. But it felt good—inexplicably good. Shouldn't that have hurt her or something!?

Tor'sha… mating mark, she heard in her head, in his low, quiet voice. Supposed to feel good.

Usagi tasted her own blood in her mouth when he suddenly claimed her lips with his own, purring and growling in that strange, sensual way as he groaned and rocked his renewed arousal into her lower stomach. Stop, she managed weakly, coupled with a moan of pleasure as one of his hands began to tease a breast through her fuku while his tongue tangled with hers. Please stop…

Her stomach saved her then and rumbled loudly, and even Trunks's beast was surprised enough by the noise to pull back and laugh at how loud it had been. "Hungry, r'sha?"

Just go with it, she told herself. He'd stopped, that's what mattered. "I haven't eaten all day, so… yes. Very. Is there anything to eat down here?"

"I honestly don't know, beautiful. Let me go check the mini fridge and see if Dad's got anything stashed away while I get a senzu bean for your head." The moment he returned with the kit and handed her a senzu bean and a bottle of water, he frowned when her stomach growled again. "There wasn't any food. Maybe when Father returns and—"

"THAT'S MY BOY! HA! I win, woman! He bit her already! Tell me boy, did you fuck her yet?"

"Another one bites the dust," Trunks sighed, looking down at his immediately deflating pants.

"Wow. That was awfully quick, Mister Minute Man. You were only gone all of ten minutes." Usagi glanced at Trunks then and lifted an inquisitive brow. "Something tells me your son would own you in the sack… despite him looking gay as hell."

"Will you quit it with the gay jokes already?" Trunks ground out. "If anything, Father's even worse with the white gloves and the spandex! At least I just wear jeans and a t-shirt unless I'm training!"

"Oh. So that's where you get it from," Usagi teased, snickering under her breath. "Good to know you get it honestly."

"HEY! I'll have you know my husband and my son both love the pussy!" Bulma shouted over the intercom.

"You'd know that about your son!?" Usagi asked in disgust. "Ew! Talk about a Jocasta complex!"

A good clip of swearing was heard from Trunks' mother then, and Usagi snickered in response to it… at least until her stomach rumbled yet again. "Damn it."

"Father, my mate is hungry," Trunks said flatly. "If you insist on keeping us locked in here, at least feed her."

"Not a chance, boy. No food until you complete the pairbond. After that I'll let you both out and you can eat to your heart's content."

"And I have to pee, too," Usagi sighed.

"Piss in the corner."

"Gods, Father! Stop being such a troll! And you can hardly expect a Saiyan prince to perform on an empty stomach." Trunks smirked into the camera, knowing it would irritate his father.

"Ooo… he's got you there, Vegeta," Bulma chuckled.

"No food, no sex," Trunks stated firmly, staring up at the blinking red light patiently, judging by the silence on the other end that his father was quietly fuming and trying to think of a way to win their little stand-off.

"FINE!" Vegeta snapped, and there was an audible click as he shut off the intercom and the video feed for the moment.

"I hope he doesn't get any ideas about drugging the food…" Usagi mumbled to herself with worry. That guy was all sorts of crazy. If he had been so desperate as to kidnap a girl for his son, there was no telling what else he was willing to do.

"Let's not give him any ideas. Besides, I could smell it if he did," Trunks purred, yanking her into his arms for a kiss before she could stop him. He was surprised to feel her return it and gave her a slow grind of his hips. He was rock hard again since he knew his parents weren't watching anymore, and his inner beast was roaring at the thought of getting its dick wet. When he finally pulled away and realized how intensely she'd kissed him back, he licked his lips at the sight of her slight blush and her little smile. "Heh, I got that in exchange for food?"

"And for saving my life," she admitted. "But mostly the food. I'm a sucker for a free meal." She heard a whoosh just then, but before she could react to the door opening, it was shutting just as quickly and there were two capsules sitting just inside the gravity room. "Apparently he decided to skip the food and go straight to the drugging," she deadpanned.

"Oh no, this is way better than I expected!" Trunks assured her as he scooped them up and activated one in the center of the room, producing a small buffet big enough to feed two Saiyans. "Impressed?" He asked with a waggle of his brows, grinning at the sight of her shock.

"Well… hot damn. I'll take a pill any day, Trunks," she mused. She grimaced when she walked over though and rubbed at the back of her head; it was still awfully tender.

"You didn't take the senzu bean," Trunks said knowingly.

"Oh, yeah. I was too busy yelling at your father," she sighed, and popped it in her mouth, swallowing it with a mouthful of juice from the buffet. Usagi went to fix herself a plate, but stopped when she heard a soft growl. "What? I'm hungry, damn it."

"This is your plate," the demi-Saiyan replied a little gruffly, indicating the one he was already fixing for her. Her confused look had him relenting, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, followed by a slow, gentle peck on the lips. "You're my mate," he whispered against her mouth, "and it's my duty to provide for you in all things… including food. So just let me do this, alright? My instincts are demanding it of me."

With a slight roll of her eyes, Usagi went over to the wall and leaned against it, waiting for him to bring over her food, but when he did… but didn't hand it to her, she bared her teeth at him in anger. "I am fucking starving, Trunks. Don't you dare tease me."

That was when a fork full of meat was hovering right in front of her face, and she sputtered at the ridiculousness of it all. "I am not going to be fed like a child, Trunks. Period."

"You will if you want to eat," he growled. "Now don't make me do the airplane like we used to do for my little sister."

"…."

"We can do this all day if you want, baby," Trunks' purr was edging towards a growl as he tried to push the food into her mouth. His goddess was a stubborn one, though, and refused to open for him. "Don't make me force it down your throat.."

"You wouldn't dare," Usagi's eyes narrowed on him. He responded with a raised brow and when she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, he struck. The next thing she realized was the fork in her mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Trunks growled. Her personality had switched almost immediately and, as soon as she wrapped her lips around the fork, electricity shot through the metal utensil and into him.

"Try it again and next time it won't be a warning shot," Usagi grumbled around the food she was chewing. "I'm a grown ass woman! I'm also a very pissed off woman at the moment. You do not want to piss me off more." She swallowed her mouthful and held out her hand for her plate. "I'll eat, but let me feed myself."

Trunks' beast was having a fit, but he used every ounce of strength to fight him back into the cage. She wasn't saiyan. She didn't understand the importance of this. Besides, she was right. She had been through a lot of shit today. He'd back off and once she had time to calm down, he'd explain it to her better.

"Thanks," Usagi chirped as she took the offered plate and began to chow down. For the moment, she forgot about her crazy day and the psychos in it. Trunks, meanwhile, stared in astonishment as she cleaned her plate at a rate that would put Goku to shame.

"Are you sure you aren't a saiyan?" He questioned half-heartedly. Usagi blushed as she realized she had let her appetite get the better of her.

"Nope," She stood and walked to the buffet to get seconds.

"Save some for me!" Trunks half-joked as he went to gather a few platefuls for himself.

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"Damn," Bulma whistled in astonishment. "She really knows how to pack it away." She had never met anyone that wasn't a saiyan with the capabilities to eat like that. Looking to Vegeta, she saw that he was just as surprised as she.

"I knew she was perfect," He grinned after shaking off his surprise. Bulma merely closed her eyes and shook her head at his exclamation. Before she could reply, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Bulma spoke cheerfully.

"Um, Bulma…" It was Goku and he didn't sound quite as chipper as he usually did. Bulma's brows scrunched together and she looked to her mate, mouthing Goku's name.

"What does that imbocile want?" Vegeta demanded to know. Bulma shrugged as she listened to Goku explain his call.

"I just thought I'd warn you," He paused and yelling could be heard in the background. ChiChi was not a happy person. Even Vegeta could hear her threats over the phone. "Well, uh, ChiChi thought it best I tell you that Piccolo is on his way."

"What?!" Vegeta snatched the phone from Bulma before she could respond. "What does the namek want?"

"He overheard me telling ChiChi about what happened earlier," Goku's voice was soft and full of guilt.

"Why would you tell the onna?!" Vegeta demanded to know.

"I was asking Goten about Trunks being his bitch!" Goku defended himself. "ChiChi heard and demanded to know what I was talking about!" He said the second part in a whisper. "Piccolo happened to be here waiting on Gohan."

"Why would the Namek care about some girl?" Vegeta questioned more to himself than to Goku, but Goku didn't catch that.

"He knows who she is! He says she's the Queen of Stars," Goku was both cheerful to be of use for information, but sad for hurting someone so important.

"You kidnapped a Queen?!" Bulma screamed. Her voice carried so loudly that Trunks and Usagi could hear it with the microphone off.

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So, almost all of this chapter has been on my computer waiting to be finished. Sorry! I don't know how long this will be, but it is guaranteed to be another two chapters. Hope ya'll enjoyed it. Sorry for the long wait, and sorry if the end seemed rushed. I'm a bit unsure of how to go from here….

Sesshy's Mistress