!Important: Mild sex scene ahead! if anyone feels the rating of the story should change, please let me know.

DIVORCE ME NOT

BY: 1-800-Great-Saiyaman

Vegeta hung a towel over his sweaty neck and returned to the training room, carrying with him two bottles of water. Gohan was still on the ground where he'd left him. Panting, exhausted, but still very much alive and able to speak.

"You've become as weak as the humans." Vegeta said. He took a nice thirst-quenching gulp from his bottle of water, carelessly spilling some from the corners of his mouth .Gohan licked at his cracked lips. Vegeta didn't throw him the other water bottle until after he'd finished his.

"I have a family to take care. They will always come before training." Gohan said in his defense. His smile was bruised and crooked, but the sparring match had left him feeling calmer. All his resentment about Trunks, Vegeta, and the arranged marriage had been let out.

"A true Saiyan puts training above everything else," scolded Vegeta.

Gohan shuddered and fell back on the floor. He didn't have the strength to sit up any longer. He was on the verge of passing out.

" Are you sure Pan won't die?"

Vegeta looked up at the TV screen in front of them. Gohan insisted they keep a constant surveillance on the two teens and had tapped into the island's various surveillance cameras.

Trunks and Pan were standing near a giant monkey statue, taking pictures of themselves with a cell phone they'd found somewhere in the hotel. In many of their silly poses, Trunks was touching Pan in some innocent way, such as standing shoulder to shoulder or putting his arm around her.

Vegeta smirked. Why did Trunks have to fight him about everything?

"She'll be fine," Vegeta said.

Gohan's body relaxed as he gave in to his fatigue. It would be days before he'd wake up. Vegeta had made sure of that.

Vegeta spared the screen a final glance. Did Trunks have it in him to complete the ritual, or would he risk Pan's life just to defy him? Vegeta shot a small laser beam from his fingertip.

The screen exploded into microscopic pieces.

"I like that one," Pan said from behind Trunks' shoulder, poking the cell phone screen. It was the only decent photo they took together where they didn't have their eyes closed and weren't trying to be funny. " Do you think we can print some of the photos before we turn the phone over to the lost and found?"

"Sure," Trunks replied. His thumb swiped across the screen, venturing deeper into the stranger's phone. Most of the pictures were of a woman with honey brown skin and long silky black hair. She was old but she had a body that Pan envied. There were a few pictures of the woman with her husband (presumed owner of the phone) and their many, many children. They must've had a dozen of them!

"The battery is almost dead," Pan noticed. She didn't like that Trunks was looking through someone's private photos. She gently tried to take the phone from him.

"We'll go in a minute. Just give me a second," Trunks said, pulling the phone away from her.

"Since when did you become so nosy?" Pan asked.

Trunks ignored her.

Pan stretched her hands above her head and started to walk away ." Don't waste your time searching for nude pictures. That lady seems way too classy for that."

"You'd be surprised," Trunks muttered.

Pan walked away from the statue and began her descent down the stone steps. She passed by another couple on their honeymoon. They greeted her with a smile and said something to her in their foreign language. Pan politely smiled back and recited the words Trunks taught her, which translated to," Hello. How are you?"

Trunks couldn't contain his laughter when she'd first tested the words. He explained she had a funny accent, but for all she knew, he'd probably taught her to say," I just farted."

The couple pointed to the map they were holding and asked something else. Pan didn't know how to tell them that there was nothing but a monkey statue up ahead. It was a nice place to survey the island and get a decent view of the sun setting over the ocean at least.

"Hello. How are you?" Pan repeated. The couple laughed, linked hands, and continued up the steps. Pan couldn't help but notice that most of the couples on the island were at least over the age of thirty. Which, to her, made sense. What sixteen year old wanted to be in an arranged marriage?

"I'm the only married girl in my class now." Pan plucked a leaf from a bush. She methodically tore the leaf to shreds, leaving a green trail on the steps behind her. "If I don't consummate the marriage like Vegeta said, then I'll be the only dead girl in my class too."

Part of her didn't want to sleep with Trunks. They'd been best friends since she was born. She loved him like a brother! Besides, she wanted to save herself for someone she was in love with, whom would love her back.

Then, there was the curious part of her that wanted to know what it was like to sleep with a man.

All her friends had done it. She was the only virgin. Who better to lose her virginity with, than her most trusted friend, Trunks? He wouldn't be one of those guys, the ones her friends had the misfortune to lose their virginity with. Trunks wouldn't brag to his friends and say they did it on the first date. He wouldn't ignore her afterwards, and he wouldn't run away if she became pregnant. He had no secret girlfriends or wives. No diseases. No ulterior motives besides wanting to stay alive.

If Pan refused to consummate the marriage, their families could bring them back with the Dragonballs since neither of them had died before. The death might hurt a little, but they could still come back. Trunks would probably make fun of her for the rest of her life for being afraid to have sex, and maybe he'd be angry later if he died in a future battle and couldn't come back.

Pan had to make the choice for the both of them, and soon.

Trunks was standing at the bottom of the stone steps. His hands tucked nonchalantly into his khaki's pockets. He looked more bored than relaxed, and Pan sensed he'd been waiting a while.

"Stupid. You didn't have to walk the whole way."

He sounded irritated. Was he worried about dying in the morning like she was, or did he really think she was stupid for not flying down the mountain?

"We're going to miss our dinner reservation," Trunks continued. He pulled out the cell phone and waved it. The time was clearly glowing on the front screen. 8:58.

They had two minutes to make their dinner reservation back at the Hotel.

They had three hours before they died.

Trunks weightlessly floated into the air, and beckoned for Pan to follow him.

His stomach twisted, bubbled, and – maybe it was just his imagination- clawed against his aqua cotton shirt. Trunks and Pan had spent the day shopping, exploring the island, competing in games for couples, and taking pictures with a stranger's phone. They'd completely forgotten about eating. If the wedding ritual didn't kill him, Trunks was certain he'd die of hunger before morning.

"Pan, hurry. I need food," Trunks moaned, clutching his stomach as he leaned against the wall. They could've made their reservation if Pan hadn't dragged him back to their hotel room to take a shower. She looked so determined and agitated, Trunks thought it better than to argue with her.

The two knobs squeaked, and the water from the shower head turned off. Trunks listened to the swish of the shower curtains and his ears twitched when the floor creaked a little under Pan's weight. It was an old hotel. He expected it would take another five minutes for Pan to dry her hair and get dressed, but the door handle twisted, and Pan came out, wrapped tightly in a short beige towel.

It startled her to see him standing right outside the door. She timidly tucked some of her wet hair behind her ear and stared down at the puddle forming between her feet. Laying in a forgotten heap on the bathroom floor was her dress. Except for the towel that matched her skin tone, she was naked.

Trunks had seen Pan's bare shoulders and legs a thousand times, but being in a private room and knowing that the towel could slip off her wet body at any moment made their encounter much more sensual than he wanted it to be. His stomach tightened, forgetting the dire need for food he felt seconds ago. His body temperature rose and a new hunger overtook him.

" I was thinking we should consummate the marriage," Pan finally said. Her fingers dug deeper into the towel, securing its place on her body. She wouldn't look at him, and Trunks realized he was staring at her with the intensity of a cat ready to pounce. Pan gulped and continued in a shaky, less confident voice." I mean, I can't be a virgin forever. You're my best friend. We'll literally die if we don't have sex. You…you promise it won't hurt, right?"

Trunks rushed to the bed, tore off one of the lighter blankets and used it to cover the TV screen. He didn't want to chance being interrupted again by either of their parents. He'd given Gohan his word, and he truly felt disappointed in himself for being so weak, but he could never deny one of Pan's requests.

He walked back to Pan, this time keeping the distance between them short. She straightened, but didn't take a step back.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Trunks asked. He closed the distance between them even more, vaguely aware that Pan was trapped against the wall. His voice became softer." We can come back with the Dragonballs and have a normal wedding. You don't have to do this now. You can wait until you're ready."

Anger flashed in Pan's eyes. He was only being kind to her, but she saw it as him being condescending. They always teased each other. Being kind and considerate was not how they interacted. She let go of the towel, exposing her body to him. His eyes appreciatively took in the sight, giving Pan more courage. She confidently looked him in the eyes and said," I know what I'm doing Trunks. I'm not some stupid little girl. Are we going to do this or are you afraid?"

Trunks lunged forward, releasing a breathless moan. He gripped her shoulders, anchoring her down as if afraid Pan might change her mind and fly away, and began biting and sucking her neck. The surprising sounds Pan made aroused him further. Pan's face reddened, and she put her hand over her mouth to quiet herself. Her hand fell and more embarrassing sounds escaped her when Trunks started sucking and biting her breasts.

"Trunks, don't bite!" Pan begged, arching her back and thrusting her breasts against his face." I've never done this before. Be gentle with me."

Trunks released her nipple with a loud, wet sound coming from his mouth. He smiled. " Relax. I know what I'm doing. You're not the first virgin I've been with. I promise it will feel good –"

He got no further. Pan slapped him so hard he thought his cheek had exploded. He stared dumbly at the bed, feeling a burning sensation in the shape of a hand print form on his right cheek.

Stupid. He was so stupid.

Trunks turned to face Pan. " I'm so sorry. I don't know why- "

"Trunks, don't talk," Pan ordered, cutting him off with a forceful kiss. She hooked one leg over his hip and pressed herself against him. The way her teeth nibbled on his lower lip and the way her fingers painfully tugged on his hair told Trunks that Pan was very mad at him. She could storm off in huff at any second if he didn't do something. He had no choice but to cut the foreplay short.

Trunks put his hand on the middle of Pan's back, pushing her closer to him while hooking her other leg over his hip. She grinded against that hard part of him poking against his khaki shorts. He broke off their kiss midway to the bed, feeling his hips involuntarily thrust against her. He was so turned on. It was difficult not to lose control.

They fell onto the bed so hard that Pan bounced above it a little, tousling her damp hair.

"Are you okay?" Pan asked when Trunks made no move to touch her. He was on top of her, in a push up ready position. He still had all his clothes on. Was he having second doubts? His expression was serious, like he was focusing on something. Before she could panic – maybe she hadn't turned him on after all – Trunks snapped out of his stupor, and quickly removed his clothes.

She whimpered and her body tightened when he removed his underwear. She used to take family baths with her parents and sometimes with her grandpa as a child. But seeing Trunks naked, with an urgent, animalistic need in his eyes terrified her. His fingers found that slick spot of her, and her skin jumped.

Not there, she didn't have to say.

He removed his hand, kissed her neck and played with her breasts. Her knees parted as she relaxed. She didn't realize she'd had them pressed together. She was still mad at Trunks for thinking and talking about other women when she was naked and moaning like an idiot right in front of him. Her moans were genuine and filled with pleasure earlier, but she was ready for Trunks to get off her, and her moans had turned fake. She didn't care if Trunks knew. He'd ruined her first time. She hoped she could damage his boastful ego.

Trunks abruptly stood up and, pulling Pan roughly by the ankles, brought her close to the edge of the bed.

"Flip over." He demanded.

Pan's face flushed as she imagined what she'd look like in that position.

"Do it," Trunks grunted, rocking his hips in anticipation.

Pan took a deep breath and flipped over on her stomach. Trunks lifted her hips, prompting her to sit up on her elbows and arch her back. Her arms trembled out of fear. Was it going to hurt?

"Relax," Trunks said softly. He rubbed his hand against the soft skin of her round ass. She felt like a dumb horse being petted by its owner. It was humiliating. She wanted to bury her face into a pillow and lose consciousness.

"Hurry up and do it," Pan growled, quickly wiping away her tears.

Her first time would've been better if Trunks hadn't ruined it. Why did he have to mention that other woman? She wanted to think of her first time as a loving experience between her and her best friend. She wanted the trust and love between them to become stronger, and maybe some part of her secretly hoped Trunks could see her as his real wife.

But it was clear that Trunks only saw her as a number. Was she girl ten or girl two hundred? Pan had never asked about his past hookups, and she wasn't going to ask now.

After the sex, they lay naked under the blankets for a while and stared at each other. They agreed there was no way they could tell their parents about consummating the marriage. Only Vegeta would know the truth since he conducted the ritual. They needed to make up a G-rated story to explain to Gohan for why they were alive.

Out of curiosity and boredom, Pan climbed on top of Trunks and playfully asked to have sex again. She decided it was better the second time.

When the dawn of a new day finally came, the two relaxed and fell into a peaceful sleep, completely forgetting to put a 'Do No Disturb' sign on the door. Together, they dreamed of the new freedoms they'd experience as a recently married couple.