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Chapter 4

He embraced her tightly, carried her to the bed; he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

"I love you...I love you...I love you..." He said in rush, husky voice; like if kissing her was an emergency to save his life. He didn't give her chance to say a word. He just wanted her to surrender, to surrender before him, so he could fulfill his thirst of her, his need of her. He couldn't get enough of her.

Classic melody played in his ears, the rhythm made him want to stay longer on the bed, but aroma of roasted duck and fried potatoes and fresh baked biscuits and hot arabica coffee filled his nose. His saiyan stomach growled. He opened his eyes lazily and found himself alone on the bed, covered with blanket. "How long have I been sleeping?" He mumbled. He opened his cover and then realized that he wore nothing under that blanket.

He sat and saw his neatly folded shirt and pants and underwear had been prepared on the table. He reached them and smiled.

"Hi, Trunks! I know it will wake you up." Marron sat on the kitchen table, holding coffee cup in her hand. She smiled at him.

He kissed her and took a seat next to her, "You know well I'm hungry."

"Please help yourself."

He ate in record. She wasn't supposed to be surprised, she had seen him and the Saiyans eat many times before, but she always wondered, how can he always be that slim? Where all those foods gone? Oh, may be those muscles...

She blushed, recalling that muscled boyfriend of hers had come to her that night, suddenly, all naked. Without any warning he embraced her tightly, carried her to the bed, kissed her and made love to her with the passion she 'd never seen before.

His rush and husky voice when he said "I love you" replayed clearly in her mind.

"Penny for your thought." he waved his hand before her face.

She blinked, "What? Oh, I'm sorry."

"I know you want to ask me 'What happened'."

She raised her eyebrows, he always knows, well, may be that's one of his genius thing.

"I'm sorry," He said, leaning his back against his chair.

"What?" She frowned, "What was that for?"

He stood and walked towards the window. Suddenly, the scenery outside that apartment building became interesting for him. He put his hands deep in his pants pockets. She followed him and embraced him from behind and leaned her head on his back.

"I'm scarred Mar,"

He? The heir of the Saiyan Prince gets scarred?

"I'm listening..." She said.

"I'm afraid of my old self...She...She was tempting me, Mar, I swear. She tried to show me that she's grown up now...all those shorts and skirts...She followed me to my room. She stood very close to me. I knew I shouldn't have thought twice to shrug her off. I knew I shouldn't have reacted that way..."

Marron held her breath, waiting for him to spit out his confession that he had done something with that whoever the girl he was telling her.

"It needed all my control to shrug her off and flied over here..."

"You came here...You came..."

"Naked? Well, I'd just taken a bath that time and only wore a towel. I think that thing fell somewhere when I flied here."

She released her breath and suddenly burst out laughing, imagining Trunks' towel fell on somebody's face.

"Mar..." He called when she had stopped laughing.

"Hmm...?"

"I'm afraid..."

"Why? With your handsome face and sexy butt, who doesn't want to tease you? It's not your fault. I won't blame you."

"But what if it happens again and I fail to control myself?"

"Trunks?"

"What?"

"Who is this girl you're talking about?"

"Pan."

Bulla put her hands on her hips, she frowned at her best friend as she saw Pan in her brother's room.

"What are you doing here? Where's Trunks?"

"He flied off." Pan answered her honestly.

"Why?" Bulla's blue eyes stared at her suspiciously and then she noticed something different on her best friend. "Hey! What is it all about?" She pointed at Pan's small tank top and then at her jeans shorts.

"What?"

"You never wear something like this. Wait...don't tell me. You're trying to seduce my brother!" Bulla shouted.

"Hey! Don't be so loud! And what's that supposed to mean? I just want to do 'an adult thing'."

"Adult thing? You're idiot!"

Pan frowned, she didn't like Bulla's diction. She'd heard Bulla use 'her father's language' before, but not at her,

"I said you're idiot!" Bulla repeated as if she could read Pan's mind. "Trunks is an adult and you're just sixteen! And if he sleeps with you, it means crime! You can put him in trouble; in jail!"

Pan's mouth gapped opened, well, she didn't know about that.

"You're kidding, right. Not if we like each other."

"No, I'm serious. I've read it in my grandpa's library."

"Your grandpa is a scientist, he doesn't collect something like that."

"Well, we collect everything, we read everything, so we will always be the genius of the earth."

Her sarcasm reminded Pan that behind that Bulma's like face, there was Vegeta's like mind inside her best friend. It was she wasn't supposed to take too personally, "Ah...come on Bulla! I didn't mean to do something bad and besides, you're my best friend, you're supposed to help me."

"Help you what?"

"Winning Trunks' heart. I know he likes me. I just need more chances to prove it."

"Grow up Pan! He likes you like he loves me, as a sister, no more. He loves Marron. You have to face that.

She had Saiyan blood in her veins although only a quarter, the blood of the warrior race and she was also the granddaughter of the strongest Saiyan warrior in the universe. She and the heir of the Saiyan Prince would make a perfect couple. They would have the most perfect children; the strong ones who would continue her grandfather's legacy as the savior of the earth.

Why people always thought that she was too young for him and he was too old for her? She would wait if she really had to till she was eighteen, or twenty or even twenty five. It would not be a problem for him because his Saiyan blood would make him stay young much longer than ordinary humans. That's what she knew, that's what she understood.

But people didn't always understand what she did. Even people who knew martial arts, didn't always know that new threats could come anytime and could be stronger every time. She had listened to the stories about The Red Ribbon Army, King Piccolo, The Saiyan, Frieza, The Androids, Cell and Majin Buu many times as her bedtime stories instead of stories about Cinderella or Snow Princess. That was all enough to make her think that power was everything.

And only the people with Saiyan blood who could reach the unlimited power, and so Saiyan was everything.

She kicked and punched the eleventh sand sack in her grandfather's, Hercule, dojo; the poor thing was broken in five seconds, scattering sands everywhere, but she wasn't going to finish yet.

She still had not reached Super Saiyan level yet and it must be her only quarter Saiyan blood which slowed her down.

Her uncle, Goten, would soon marry to Paris, a model. What does she know about martial arts or about threats to earth? And the other person who had Saiyan blood she knew, her best friend Bulla, was a shopping machine. What should she care about martial arts and threats to earth? She has her father wrapped around her fingers all the time. Well, may be she thinks her father will live forever to protect her. And her Trunks...all those Capsule Corps president things had made him spend less and less time to train his fighting skill. And if he married to Marron, what would their children be? Sure she was a daughter of a couple of the Z warriors, but she seemed not to have any interest about fighting, and that powerful android thing of her mother, obviously wasn't something genetically generated.

The children of the Z warrior had turned to be spoiled, soft and weak generation. She hated to be the only mature one who realized that.

She dropped herself on her bed that night, exhausting of her own thought. She had just closed her eyes for about thirty minutes when she dreamed about Cell monster trying to absorb her. She woke up with a scream that made her mother run as fast as she could to her room.

"Pan! Pan! Are you all right?" Videl knocked her daughter's bedroom door but the she found it unlocked so she got inside and she saw her daughter sitting on her bed with sweat drops, rush breath and her whole body was shaking.

"Mom?!"

"Are you having a nightmare?" Videl asked.

"I guess so."

"Wait a minute. I'll get you a glass of water." She left and came back a few minutes latter with a glass of water. She handed it to Pan who drank it in one gulp.

"Thank you mom, I feel better now."

Videl sat next to her daughter on the bed, "What did you dream about? You seem never to have any nightmares again since you're six or seven."

"I dreamed about Cell."

"Cell?" Videl frowned, "Why? I think it was when you're five when I told you about Cell story, why dream about it now?"

"Mom, tell me, don't you think Trunks and I will make a perfect couple?"

Videl rolled her eyes, "Trunks? What are you talking about, Pan?"

"Well, since I think that both of us have Saiyan blood, we'll make a very perfect couple."

"Saiyan? Couple? Well, I think whether somebody is a Saiyan or not has nothing to do with making perfect couple. But wait, why you suddenly talk about this, and Trunks? Are you in love with him?"

Pan blushed, suddenly she realized how silly her outburst must have been to her mother. But she never kept secret from her, so she thought it might be better to tell everything to her.

"Pan, but he is even older than your uncle!" Videl couldn't help to shout as she listened to her daughter's confession that she fell in love with Trunks.

"Oh mom, he's only a year older than uncle Goten! And I'm sick people telling me that. I've had enough from Bulla. May be I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Ow, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean that."

"So, you think it is okay? I can wait if I really have to"

Videl released a sigh, "Well, I can't say that. But you must know that it won't be fair for him to wait and besides, you know that he has Marron. Don't you think about her feeling?"

"I didn't do something bad to her. Just consider it as a fair competition."

Videl smiled at her daughter, "You know, Trunks has had enough of everything. He had finished his school, college; he has his own career; he has gone through his life almost twice your age. And now he's ready to step to another level of his life, a family life, he needs to steady. Who knows he may have been waiting for along time for this. But you young lady, you've just started your life. You haven't seen the whole world."

"Ah, come on mom, I've been flying around the earth since I was four."

"That is not what I mean. What I'm talking about is experience. You still have a very long path in front of you. Many things that you haven't experienced yet. This first love may seem to be serious now, but once you go to high school, college, start your own career, meet many other people, you'll find out that it is just a silly thing, you'll laugh of it and there are many other people out there who deserves your love much more than this first love guy."

"But he has Saiyan blood and I..."

"So what if he is a Saiyan?" Videl cut her daughter's words but she tried to keep her tone as patient as possible.

"I just think that if it means that we are meant to be. We will make a perfect couple. I can't imagine to be with a weakling human who doesn't even know how to hold my punch."

"Well, for your information young lady, I am a human. And not all humans are completely weakling...And don't forget, you're only a quarter Saiyan, which means that you're more human than what you think."

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean it..."

"It's all right, I know what you mean. Listen sweetie, all this Saiyan things you're worrying about is not everything. You may see the Saiyans as the most powerful being in the universe but they also have weakness and you see human as weakling but this weakling also has a plus value."

"Saiyans have weakness?"

"If it wasn't because of their stubbornness and their habits to cause trouble, would their planet have been destroyed?"

Pan raised her eyebrows at her mother's statement, didn't know whether to agree or not.

"And we, the weakling human race still live till now in peaceful...yeah I know our planet had ever been destroyed before and we wished it back again with dragon ball..." Videl paused to see Pan's reaction over her story then continued, "Power is not everything Pan, look at the Saiyans with all their power and how they ended. When you have more experience latter Pan, you will know that plus value doesn't always mean physic strength. Somebody can be physically weak but he or she may have a very smart brain or a very kind heart. You must consider them as plus values too."

Pan's black eyes were staring at her mother while her sixteen years old brain was trying to absorb the philosophy she was offering her.

"I am sure you remember the story that it was Bulma and her father Dr. Briefs who created the spaceship to travel to planet Namek?"

Pan nodded.

"Well, they can't fight, but their genius always works for the Z warrior. And if it is not for Bulma's love, Vegeta may still be an evil. With his increasing and increasing power like this, you can imagine that even your grandpa Goku will face an uneasy problem."

Pan's eyes grew wide, amazingly impressed by the story.

"And it is your dad's human side that makes him capable of being good scholar and having a good job. Can you imagine if he is a full blooded Saiyan? He may refuse to have a job like grandpa Goku or Vegeta and I will have to work twice hard so our family can have a decent life like this."

Pan gave her mother a smile.

"And do you remember the story when your grandpa Hercule befriend with majin Buu and made his good side and evil side split?"

"I remember mom, but if you don't mind telling a sixteen years old a bedtime story, I'd love to hear it again."

"Sure." Videl smiled and she laid herself next to her daughter as the mother and daughter went on the bedtime story.

to be continued...