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The Freaks Come Out At Night.

"Woman!" Vegeta's frustration, though always apparent in his voice, was more marked than usual. He had heard her bombarding Trunks with questions by means of a dreadful pitch in her voice and while there was certain situations where he liked to see the boy sweat, frankly he felt bad for him now. Judging by the extreme ki increases between himself and the Son brat, he had been pretty busy before his unruly mother had interrupted them.

"I'm coming, Vegeta!" She stomped into their room, eyes already holding a look of annoyance and arms twisted around each other in boldness.

"Now that I've finally received your hare-brained attention, get something more acceptable on. I'm taking you out in public with me." Vegeta was already pulling a maroon tank top over his head, being careful to avoid the precise spikes of his aerodynamic hair.

"Where are we going?" Bulma's attitude had warped from sour to giddy in a matter of seconds, hands coming to cover her mouth and her weight balancing on the tips of her toes in a jumpy manner.

"You're taking me out to dinner and I was thinking afterwords I can beat our way into front row seats at a boxing match."

"As long as you promise not to jump the stage like last time." She was already making her way into their large master bathroom, showerhead heard running shortly after. As she wiped the old makeup off herself in the mirror, the washing pad slowed gradually.

"Wait…why are you being so nice?" She poked her head through the open door.

"Because I know what our son is going through and I'm not going to let you ruin it."

Her face dropped and her preoccupied hands came to her hips.

"I'm not ruining anything! I'm helping him out!"

"Yeah, with having blue balls for the rest of his life."

A gasp escaped her lips and he rolled his eyes, "Look, you can't baby him his whole existence. He's an adult now and it's time for him to man up, settle down, and move the hell out of my house so I can fuck my wife whichever way and however long I please without them interrupting. We're going out so he can get it in with her and then I can get it in with you. Go get dolled up or whatever you do and let's go."

"You're right. I just get so overprotective of him." Her cheeks tinted red and she nodded, flushed with the blunt aspect of his words. She knew this was Vegeta's very subtle way of saying that he wanted some alone time with her and found it endearing that he would do such things to benefit his family…though it was mostly for himself in the end. She had learned to ignore this side of everything he had done because whether she liked it or not, he would always have that bit of selfishness in him.

"I couldn't tell." His fingers worked at tucking the red shirt deeper into his black jeans. She closed her eyes and struggled to let her motherly instincts roll off the edges of her shoulders with a sigh, trying to remember a time when she was a younger, careless, fun Bulma. Having a family had really thrown her off her groove.

"I'll listen to you for once. So…are you going to help me pick out what to wear or do I have to do it all by myself?" She called over her robed shoulder, lips upturned in a suggestive manner as her hand trailed behind her body to beckon her husband further.


The drive home had not started out as pleasant as it could have. Though everything had been worked out between Trunks and his mother and he had eventually received the release (that should have been relayed by the likes of Pan and not his own hand), he was still tense.

Pan's humorous state was still obvious through the miniscule grin that settled noticeably on her lips. Trunks' glance went from the passing blurs of the lines on the road, to her jovial exterior, and then seconds later back to the road. The disdain on his face was etching deeper and deeper into his features as he tried to keep his attention away from the smiling girl.

He could still smell her arousal undeniably as if it were a heavy perfume intoxicating her body. The husky scent forming around the tiny inside of his sports car was nearly suffocating to his correct mind. It was an aroma that a normal human would never be able to sense but that a person with the tiniest amount of Saiyan blood could smell a thousand yards away. His foot was weighing heavier and heavier on the gas pedal as his thoughts were completely taken hostage. The fact that he was coming so close to having her and she was playing indifferently with his emotions was making his lips turn downward profoundly.

"You're going to get wrinkles if you don't take that ugly scowl off your face." Her look was innocent as she turned to give him a tiny smirk, trying to start some form of conversation to end the uncomfortable quiet. She knew he was a little beyond pissed at her but he couldn't seriously stay mad because she was controlling herself from sleeping with him. The idea was just preposterous in her mind.

"My father's face is flawless," Trunks pointed out, voice monotonous.

"Can I take you finally talking to me as you not being incredibly upset with me anymore?" She watched Trunks' hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles white with vigor.

"I'm not mad at you," He finally sighed and his knuckles turned an off red color as they loosened, "I can't possibly be mad at you over that. But I can be incredibly pissed about this shirt. You couldn't find anything more suitable for a Saiyan prince?" He fingered the material between his nails with a look of revulsion, dropping the pink, flowery pattern from his grip.

"I'm rather keen of that shirt thanks, so don't you ruin it with your grimy paws! And while you're at it, can you slow down a bit? I feel as if you're trying to kill me!" He slammed on brakes, the car inching forward at a mere 20 miles per hour on the busy highway. The slowing of the cars around them was more than noticeable as the vehicles hit brakes in return and honked simultaneously, playing an erratic noise.

"Is it always going to be this frustrating between us?" She used her hands to brace herself on the dash as the force of the unexpected stop flung her forward. She threw a grimace his way but it was obvious to tell that he had ignored her as he picked up a velocity just below the speed limit.

"This could all be easily solved," Trunks reminded her, looking as if he had said it a thousand times.

"You haven't explained to me any other way besides sleeping with you!"

"I haven't really had that much of an opportunity."

"You have had perfect opportunities like…oh I don't know before you stuck your hands in my pants."

"You weren't compromising too well before that point but you were pretty much willing to do anything within it. Maybe I should have told you then?" Trunks looked at Pan to see her glaring profusely.

"Oh…shut up." A silence over took the car again and Pan's head fell back hastily on the rest of her seat, arms crossing over her chest defiantly.

"I hope you know that none of this will stop until what nature intends to happen, happens." He gave her a glance before checking his mirrors and switching lanes hurriedly.

She sighed, knowing that what Trunks was saying was more than true. It had been proven in her apartment less than thirty minutes ago.

"How much worse do you think this is going to get?" Her eyes closed, the mirth departed completely from her face now.

"Sooo much worse," A smirk developed onto his lips and she groaned loudly. Somehow hearing the answer aloud made it more real than just hearing the statement floating around in her head.

"Do you really loathe the thought of sleeping with me that much?" He looked slightly hurt, eyes still focused on the road ahead of him.

"Unfortunately, not as much as I should. It scares me." His eyes diverted to her bewildered, his arms overcorrecting as his car swiveled nearly off the road. That was the first time she had even mentioned anything had frightened her and the fact that it had to do with him was almost too hard to believe.

He made a quick right into the driveway of the large building of the Capsule Corporations and shut the ignition off promptly.

Pan had reached for the door to avoid further discussion but his hand grabbed onto her upper arm. She looked at it and back to him and settled once again in her chair, waiting for him to begin his sure rant.

"Can I try something?" Trunks didn't give near the reaction she had expected nor did he wait for her response as his hand slid down the naked skin of her slender arm, landing in her own. He would make her see what they could do together even if it killed him.

"As long as you don't try to have sex with me again. It took all my will…to walk away…laughing last time." His fingers played around hers, tracing the soft palms of her hands with their coarse tips. She shivered involuntarily, her fingers losing their strain and her muscles weakening. His chuckle was low, the crickets chirping outside of the car at the dusking sky louder than the bass of his tone. A simple touch from him had her this much on edge without difficulty.

"Do you feel that?" His voice was barely above a whisper and the sound played like a lullaby caressing her eardrums. She concentrated on his fingers running circles, sketching gentle lines through her own. Trunks used his hands perfectly until they both came palm to palm with Pan's. He wrapped his fingers softly around hers, their hands placed between their two midsections and raised to eye level.

She was still looking into his eyes, noticing the specks of dark blue that swam about his irises. She watched as his pupils became large steadily again and wondered briefly if hers were doing the same.

When the feeling finally hit her, it only took a millisecond to hit her good. Tiny electric shocks, starting at the tips of her fingers, ran along her life line and back through her knuckles, making the wee hairs on her ivory hands stand on end. Their fingers intertwined resembled the radiance of a cluster of lightning bugs. The bright yellow would flicker and pop at certain places, adding to the effects of diminutive bolts surfacing from their skin. The sensation left her all types of sentiments at once. Lust, love, strength, want, need. She pulled back stunned by the sudden burst of reactions he was giving her. His hands didn't let up their hold despite her small hostility and she couldn't help but focus her attention back on their magic.

"What did you just do to me?" Pan was glaring now, though it was obvious to tell she was nowhere near sincere about it. She was truly amazed.

"I didn't think it would work but…I didn't do anything…by myself anyways. We created it. It's our bond energy. And that," His head nodded towards the glowing of their seemingly morphed hands, "is just what we caused by our actions today. Imagine what we could do as one spiritually. It would be…phenomenal." His eyes were wide as if he were watching fireworks high in the sky, genuine smile fighting its way onto his appearance. Her look was slightly skeptical but how could she deny anything he was saying after feeling that. It was powerful, overwhelming, and hundred times more than beautiful.

"This, what we're forming here, is nothing you should be afraid of," His irises came to stare earnestly into hers as his hands tightened around her fingers. It was crazy how he could be a total horn-dog one second and a sweetheart the next.

"You're a real charmer when you want to be," Pan smiled, creeping her head closer to his. His simple words of awe and purity were affecting her more sexually than his hand groping her had even started to achieve. She supposed it was her girly side beginning to fall head over heels for his lovable notions.

"So I've been told." His grin was symmetrical with hers and again, their breaths were intense against one another.

"Why have I never heard of this bond energy before?" Pan bit her bottom lip as Trunks' mouth descended closer to hers but she pulled back, waiting for an answer to her question.

Between their bodies, their hands exploded into a color to compete with a high, dawn sun. The sparks warmed their skin like little heaters through the clothes of their builds.

"You know, you have possibly the worst timing of any person I have ever met in my life." He groaned, falling back from his attack on her mouth but not letting go of her hands still.

"Even your mother?"

"At times, I wonder." He smiled, slowly getting used to her resistance though not happy about it.

"I want my explanation before I agree to any…more sexual acts with you." She tried to keep her tone steady and dominant but it was difficult with her focus so closely on their energy.

He cleared his throat before he started to speak. "We're wild animals of the finest. Though humanity has tainted us as a warrior race, our brains are still programmed as such: Eat. Sleep. Fight...reproduce," He eyed her, waiting for her response on the words but besides a quick flicker of her hand muscles, she remained calm, "Our bodies are preparing us, hence the hormones, emotions, elevated growths, for the purpose of life… to procreate."

"Well that's not enough to convince me to have sex with you I'm afraid." Pan couldn't help but laugh even with the seriousness of the situation.

"Pan, you're killing me!" He smirked in response to her laughter, "Father only gave me so much information but from what I've gathered, once our tails grow at the approach of a full moon, an epic battle is supposed to take place shortly after and then, the fun part begins." She felt goose bumps slink their way through her body at the end of his statement.

"We're going to fight each other?" This had surely peeked her interest.

"I assume that's what a battle requires."

"Like fight, fight." She blew off his sarcasm.

"It's going to be marvelous. Don't be too frightened, I'll take it easy on you." Trunks' teeth elongated in an attempt of intimidation and Pan bared her own to show the minimalistic degree of her fear.

"All bark and no bite." She commented, fixing her eyes on his erect canines and then back up to his darkening eyes.

"Oh trust me, there will be plenty of biting." And with an expression that eliminated all sense of joking in his voice, Trunks stole a kiss on the clavicle of her slim shoulder where he had planned to mark her as his own, pinching the sliver of skin through his teeth within the blink of an eye.

He released her hands before she could respond in violence to open his slick automobile's door and start his relaxed stride to enter his home.

Her scream of frustration he heard grumbled by the slick metal of his car had him beaming the whole way through the front door.


Trunks and Pan had both gone into the house nonchalantly, robotically walking into the living room. He held a slight lead on the younger Saiyan but his pace didn't slow as he made his way into the familiar setting that surrounded Goten and Bra. There they found the two watching television in much of the same matter as they had entered.

"Oh finally! Did you guys go to the moon and back?" Bra exclaimed, smiling wildly at her best friend that she hadn't seen in weeks.

Trunks grinned and Pan threw him a look, "There was lots and lots of traffic."

"Great minds think alike. That's the same excuse I told mom for you."

"Yeah, well that still didn't stop her from calling me earlier." He rolled his eyes uncontrollably, his glower nearly returning to his face.

"I swear I tried to stop her but come on…it's our mother."

"I guess I can't argue with that." He shrugged, walking through the view of the TV and over their legs placed on the coffee table.

"Trunks…you weren't wearing that shirt when you left…" Bra looked up with minor disturbance as he purposely invaded her vision.

"Or was I?" He cocked a lavender eyebrow, plopping down on the loveseat adjacent to Bra and Goten. Pan took a seat transversely from his on the floor, crossing her legs Indian style and facing to where she could properly see all three hybrids. Trunks shot her an agitated look but she ignored him.

"I…I just don't even have time for your mind games." Bra countered, shaking her head slightly and turning her attention fully to the television again.

"What are you talking about? We have all night." He stretched animatedly, lengthening his body the full extent of the two seat sofa. His tall figure caused his legs to dangle over the plush arm of the chair and he patted his lap at Pan when she looked in his direction. She rolled her eyes at him and expanded her own self out onto the rugged floor of the living room, letting him know silently that she was getting quite comfortable as well. Her arms came to rest behind her head, lacing through her black locks, and she sighed with eyes closed in an exaggerated content.

'Suit yourself.' Trunks' snide remark echoed and her lips upturned in slight victory.

"I will." When there was a tensed stillness around her, Pan felt the uneasiness and sat up, opening her eyelids to find Bra and Goten staring at her oddly.

"What?" She looked around warily. She didn't think that what she had said was worthy of an awkward silence.

"That just didn't make any sense is all…" Bra looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean? He," Pan pointed to the man sprawled lazily on the couch, "said 'Suit yourself' and I said-"

"He didn't say anything though…" Goten scratched the nape of his neck confusedly, head inclined to the left in reflection.

"Yes he did!" Pan's finger was still accusingly outstretched at the torso of Trunks and her brows furrowed in frustration. He let them bicker despite the fact he knew he hadn't uttered a single peep…though he had definitely thought those exact words.

"I really didn't say anything aloud." He held his hands up in surrender before dropping them.

"What is that supposed to mean? I swear...I know I heard your voice." Pan's head shook as if she were processing what he was trying to say, eyes crushed and pressuring her lids.

"Well I thought something that you could have replied to in that way."

"So now you're saying I'm telepathic?"

"Not completely!" His hands were defensive again as her eyes squinted at him in fault.

"Goten! Doesn't this sound familiar!" Bra's eyes shifted to the perplexed man beside her disbelievingly.

"Are you talking about when your-" Her hand came to cover Goten's mouth quickly, his words muffling into the palm of her scrunched hand.

"Yes that!" Her cheeks dusted bright red.

"I am so confused!" Pan screamed holding her head in her hands.

"You heard Goten's thoughts?" Now Trunks and Bra were looking at one another intently, Pan and Goten looking around the room dumbfounded.

"Yeah, just a little bit ago actually."

"Dad never explained this part." Trunks had positioned his body in an upright stance, hand in chin as he recalculated everything he had been told.

"It makes sense that telepathy would be included right?"

"Included in what?" Goten asked, looking from Bra to a compelled Trunks.

"You didn't tell him?" Trunks' face was critical, almost scolding her as if she were a child.

"I tried! My concentration was taken elsewhere! What about Pan!" Her tone held the same assertion and the sibling's eyes were narrowed at one another.

"Didn't tell me what?" Goten finally settled his jerky eyes on Bra, waiting for an exclamation.

"Bra! This is serious!" Trunks tisked her.

"I don't see Pan jumping to tell Goten everything which obviously means she knows nothing as well," Even with her position on the couch, her hands slipped their way to her hips, "I promise I was going to tell but he was just so irresistible and…I don't have to explain myself to you!" She whined.

"Hey!" Pan pouted, "I know some things! Clearly nothing about telepathy though," Her eyes were crumpled in blame at Trunks again for forgetting the trivial detail.

"I swear I didn't know about that part!" Trunks hurriedly spoke, "But it is kind of cool." He added as an afterthought.

"Why has none of my family ever mentioned this to us? I mean especially my dad." She wasn't really talking to Trunks as much as she was thinking aloud but he responded nonetheless.

"Maybe he figured if he suppressed it then it wouldn't happen to you. He can't let his baby go. You're daddy's little girl." He cooed and she huffed at him.

"What haven't you guys told me?" Goten repeated, his irritation evident in his voice.

"About mating!" Trunks, Pan, and Bra screamed at the rambling man, three heads all turned at him and six eyebrows creased in agitation.

"Ma—what!"

"Oh please don't make me go through the sex talk!" Bra groaned.

"This is all about a sex talk? Well I've been having that for years! I don't need Bra to tell me anything about that!" Goten snorted ferociously, feeling as though the situation had been resolved.

Each cheek in the room, save Goten's, grew crimson at the innocent decree.

"It's not just 'sex', Goten. It's a lot deeper than that." Bra tried to hold back her uneasy giggles.

"'Making love', whatever floats your boat." His shoulder shrugged.

"I totally did not plan to spend my night talking about this!" Pan's head fell into her hands with a clearing shake, mutters being stifled by her fingers.

"Mating is like…being married, Goten, except its forever. Apparently it's the cause of all the weird stuff happening in our bodies."

"I feel as though it's a little more complicated, Bra." Trunks shook his head at the explanation.

"Well you try and explain it to him then!"

Goten was looking between the two with obvious interest, Pan's eyes also large though she had just been given the important necessities of the entire situation not too long ago.

"Bra, I like you and all but isn't marriage kind of soon for us?" Goten looked at her with a nervous smile, grabbing her hands with his own tenderly.

"Well it's not like literally! I mean it is literally, but it's not literally." Bra's face was perturbed and she looked as if she were lost for words.

"In a nutshell, our bodies are transforming into hormonal beasts, equipped with tails and heightened senses to help us fight and win the biggest battle of sexual dominance in our lives." Trunks spat out, gagged by the loving display between his sister and best friend.

"Ohh." Goten's mouth stayed in the shape of a bottle cap for what seemed like hours and he dropped Bra's hands, letting the harshness of Trunks' words sink in.

"Well Bra…why didn't you just say that before. I love fighting!"

There were facepalms heard around the world as the additional Saiyans' hands met their foreheads.

"Can we just leave it at that? I've had enough embarrassment for one day!" Bra exclaimed, falling back on the cushion of the couch.

"Agreed! Let's move on to tonight's events!" Trunks shouted, clapping and standing up jubilantly.


It was now around ten o'clock at night. Vegeta and Bulma, in a skin-tight red dress to match her husband, had left the house long ago, explaining that they were going on a date and wouldn't be back for hours, much to everyone's surprise. Once the couple had gone, the four friends had begun playing 'Drink or Dare'. They had been at it for the past two hours and with the clockwork of the steadily weakening shades of darkness, the Saiyans began to grow tired with the routine.

Goten had received his dare, unfortunately for him being the last player of the night, and he was on the verge of conquering his feat.

"Well get out there, Goten!" Trunks stared hypnotically at the sky, hand holding the handle of the double doors with a deathly grip. His voice seemed to come out as baritone as it had on its own, his Adam's apple barely adjusting with the words.

"Why can't I do something else? This is just plain humiliating!" The half clad body of his best friend stood beside him, staring pleading into the side of his face. Trunks had barely noticed as his eyes wouldn't remove themselves from the stars.

'Why hadn't I realized this earlier? That thing is hard to miss.' He inwardly cursed himself at how much time had been spent trying to convince Pan to cooperate. It was here and after this point, everything would be moving fast, totally out of his control, and he didn't know how she would take it. His mentality dimmed as he continued to stare into the vividness of it.

The moon stood full and high in the sky, casting light so bright that it felt almost as if the sun had never left. The rays hit and bounced off of trees and house windows, the gray craters on its surface almost creating their own shadow on the concrete of the Earth. Everything seemed so much more pronounced with the heavenly white glow of its beams gracing the fertile grass of the Capsule Corps' front yard.

"Don't be such a baby! It's not even my dare, its Bra's." Trunks finally turned to the dark haired demi-Saiyan, his voice a growl and his eye's shady, all signs of his blue irises disappeared. The clear baring of his teeth threw Goten back a bit and his stance turned protective before straightening out his posture.

Pan and Bra were laughing hysterically in the background, oblivious because of their tipsy state to the solemn transaction of the two friends a mere few feet in front of them.

"Oh, Goten. Just flaunt your stuff and you'll be fine! Remember what you have to say!" Bra could barely contain herself and she leaned on Pan for support of her heaving weight.

Goten's own lips curled over his top row of his teeth, throwing a faint warning at Trunks, and he rolled his eyes, "Fine."

The four waited patiently for a victim to cross the large building and when a burly man rounded the corner, giggles and fingers were pointed expectantly.

His mood had switched from warrior to jokester in measly seconds. The fluffy, black robe slipped off of Goten's shoulders revealing his naked form to everyone and he turned in a circle, showing off his goods to the others with his hands on his hips.

"How do I look?"

Bra winked at him with ruby cheeks, catcalling and howling after his form, while Trunks and Pan shooed him into the darkness with appalled expressions.

The night air was nippy against Goten's exposed skin and his steps were cautious touching the somewhat dewy grass. He wanted to cross his arms over his chest in order to shield his unclothed bodice but kept his arms straight and shoulders held high and firm with pride.

When his bare feet made contact with the sidewalk just a few feet in front of the stranger, he looked up to the stars with a sigh of extreme anxiety. He couldn't believe he was actually going to go through with this. His eyes drifted to the moon, almost an impossible object to ignore tonight, and he felt something course through his chilled form.

As Goten gained proximity to the walking figure, goose bumps ignited about the pores of his body. I strange feeling overcame him abruptly.

The unknown figure had slowed, steps vigilant to the barely visible sight in front of him.

"Excuse me, I was just-" Suddenly Goten felt his teeth go erect. He cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his jaws, starting his statement over again with a quake of his head.

"Excuse me, I-" Before he could finish his rehearsed thoughts his back hunched forward and reversed, convulsions nowhere near his power.

"That wasn't part of the plan!" Bra sulked, crossing her arms at the sight of Goten 'wimping' out.

"This might actually be better than your idea," Trunks nodded, leaning against the frame of the door, lips set in a frown. Something didn't seem right from where he was standing and his gut did a tiny flip. The stranger took a few steps back and the breaths of the three Saiyan's hitched, awaiting his next move.

"Guys…I think something is really wrong." Pan said alert, eyes not really straining to see against the vibrant night. She ran a quick scan of the random man's energy to make sure he was no real threat and when the feeling subsided, her nerves had done so as well.

It took only a split second for the whole event to happen. His vision was blinded with pain, an array of bright, unnameable colors tearing through his eyesight. He let out a groan as the small spot in his back felt like something was clawing through his sensitive skin. The resided pain in his back after the fact taunted the muscles all over his body and he quivered until he fell to his knees, the gritty cement scratching lightly as his caps dug into the ground. He had no idea what was happening but the tensing and flailing of his lower back was worse than it had ever been before.

"Get away from me you freak!" The husky walker yelled as he watched the slithering shadow rise from the back of the seemingly younger, stripped male. He darted around Goten, staring once more at the new appendage before taking off at a quicker speed.

"Goten!" The name erupted from their mouths, reaching his ears seconds after they had. They crowded around his half crumbled figure, Trunks using the strength of both hands to help Goten from the ground.

"Are you okay!" Pan held the discarded robe in her grasp, about to throw it over his shoulder before she felt something brush her shoulder.

She halted in her actions, following the hairy, snake-like object down to its base right above the curve of his paled bottom.

"Goten, you…you grew a tail!" Pan was in shock. She couldn't stop her hand as she reached out to touch it with eyes wide.

The brown fur surrounding it was rough and rose from end to end when her finger grazed it. He growled at her viciously and her hand snapped back as if something had bitten at it brutally.

"I didn't notice!" He said through gripped teeth. He struggled to stand now that the wave of pain had ended but couldn't find his center of balance.

"Let me help you," Trunks stated, a surprising hint of jealousy in his voice. He was sure he would be first to grow the attachment, he was the oldest.

"What did it feel like?" Pan was still in wonder, wanting to touch the tail again but not wanting Goten's reaction to accompany it.

Bra's face was filled with worry, ignoring the swishing bundle of bone and cartilage as her eyes set on Goten to make sure he was alright. Pan tried to put the robe over his shoulders but he growled again and she removed it quickly.

"Can you quit with the attitude! I was only covering you up so you want be standing out here fully nude!" Her eyes rotated slightly to the back of her head.

"It's sensitive okay!" He grunted, finally being able to wobble and stand on his feet, "Give it to me, I'll wear it like a snuggie."

Pan handed over the garment and Goten wrapped it around the front of himself, tying the rope at the back around his waist in a bow above the base.

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few short heartbeats and then looking up at the mixed emotions of all three of his companions. Giving a wide smile that he tried to make look not as forced as it was trying to come out, he joked in his usual carefree behavior, "I'm okay now but does this mean I have to do my dare all over again?"

Before anyone could let out a breath of relief, they heard the growl rip from Trunks' throat.


A/N: First off, I know that growing a tail takes time or whatever but I took a different path for them just because their tails weren't given to them at birth (like Gohan's...which I don't understand) and with my storyline it's not gonna lay out well like that. I remember watching an episode of DBGT not too long ago where they were trying to force Goku's tail to grow back and since they were literally using giant pliers to pull it out, it hurt like hell. I guess I took my inspiration from that. I pretended like some one was yanking at their little stubs with pliers (that sounds kind of evil lol). I don't think you guys have too big of a problem with the tail thing but I just thought I would clarify. Second of all, just because tails are starting to grow doesn't mean that they're going to start mating right away. There will be no naked street sex...unless you guys like that kind of thing ;) And lastly, I tried to loosen Bulma up a bit because I do agree a TAD that she was a little too uptight. I guess I just always viewed her as the protective type especially with her children because even when future Trunks was around in the Cell Saga, she was always, "MAKE SURE TRUNKS IS OKAY! DOES HE HAVE A SCRATCH ON HIS BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BODY! I HOPE HE'S DOING GOOD!" (She didn't actually say that but you get my point) Anyways I'm just rambling now so I'll move on.

I wrote this chapter super long and didn't stop it where I planned as an apology. It has literally been double my update time and I am so so sorry! I swear I've been working on this chapter but it didn't come as easily to me as the others had. It's probably not the best but I'm working hard to get these chapters up and making good sense! This chapter I picked up the pace a little bit but hopefully it wasn't too big of a jump or that noticeable. I just want to get the 'fun part' as Trunks' said. ;)

I apologize for the grammar and spelling errors. If anybody wants to seriously beta for me, I would more than appreciate it.

I want to thank all you guys for reviewing/messaging me and keeping me motivated over these past days. :) You guys are the best! I would love to hear your opinion on this chapter but if you're not the reviewing type then I understand and hopefully you guys will be coming around next chapter!

I'm going to try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible but my birthday is on the 21st and next Friday/Saturday, I'm not going to be home. It will probably be up sometime after that unless I get incredibly inspired during the next couple of weekdays. ;)

Until next time…