It was mid-afternoon when Catie stumbled into her new bedroom, giggling to herself. Trunks was lounging on the bed, half-heartedly watching TV.

"Where've you been?" he asked her.

"With Lindsey," she smiled and flopped down on top of him.

"Oof!" he cried.

"Oh, shut up," she teased and kissed him.

He kissed her back, trying not to laugh. He ran his fingers through her silky golden brown hair. She pulled away from him and grinned.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

"Mebbe just a little," Catie answered, holding her hand up and measuring about an inch between her index finger and thumb, squinting at him. "I has a tipsy."

"Oh good lord," Trunks sighed, smiling at her.

"You know how I get when I'm drinking," Catie said, grinding her hips against him.

"Now? It's the middle of the day!"

"So?" she asked. "There's no windows here. It's just as dark as if it was night."

"My parents are still here," Trunks protested.

"They won't find us," Catie said seductively as she pulled at his black shirt.

"Catie…" Trunks started to protest as she kissed the bare skin of his lower stomach. He took a deep, shuddering breath as she ran her hands up under his shirt, her cool hands brushing the warm muscles of his chest.

"Catie, we can't… Not right now."

"Awww, please?" she purred as she ran her tongue along the chiseled line of his hip.

His blue eyes widened and he gasped. He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her away. "At least let me shut the door." He jumped from the bed, looked quickly up and down the deserted hallway, and then snapped the door shut. He turned back to face the room, only to find Catie on her knees before him.

"Wha… what are you doing?" he stammered.

"Shh," she hushed. She unfastened his belt, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. She pulled them down and began to kiss and lick at the line barely above his boxers.

"Oh god, Cat," he breathed, tilting his head back against the dark, heavy door.

She slowly slid the shorts down and planted slow, deliberate kisses along his hips, driving him crazy. He was leaning back heavily against the door, his knees shaking. He ran his hands through his long, lavender hair, gasping at her every touch.

"Please," he begged.

Catie needed no further prompting and captured him in her mouth as he groaned deep in his throat. He tangled the fingers of his left hand in her hair, pulling her to him again and again. "Yesss," he hissed, closing his eyes.

Trunks' body tensed as he heard voices in the hall.

"I think this is the right way," came a voice that was all too familiar.

"Oh shit, that's my mom!" Trunks said in a loud whisper, trying to push Catie away.

"Truuuuunks!" called Bulma's voice, growing closer.

Catie paused for a moment, looking up at Trunks. An exceptionally naughty look came over her face and she continued to pleasure him, more enthusiastic than before.

Trunks was frantic. "Catie stop! Catie please! Please stop! Catie! Oh… ohhhh god, Catie… don't stop."

"Trunks? Is that you?" Bulma's voice was directly behind the door. She knocked.

Trunks scrambled with the lock, clicking it in place just as the doorknob rattled.

"Are you in there, son?"

"You gotta stop," Trunks mouthed soundlessly at Catie.

She shook her head, taking him deeper into her mouth.

"He's in there," came Vegeta's voice. "I can feel his energy."

"Yeah, I'm here!" Trunks said loudly, still trying to push Catie away, but as he tried, she pulled a particularly splendid move with her tongue and his knees buckled as he fell back against the door with a loud bang.

"Is everything okay in there?" Bulma asked in alarm.

"Just rearranging some furniture for Catie!" Trunks called back.

On the other side of the door, Vegeta and Bulma exchanged confused looks.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Trunks whispered.

"Well, we're getting ready to head out," Bulma said. "We just wanted to say goodbye."

"Okay! Bye!" Trunks called over his shoulder.

"Can't you come out here and give your mother a hug?"

Catie giggled, the vibration from her throat making Trunks gasp and smack the door with his hand.

"Trunks?"

"Sorry, mom, it's a real mess in here! Don't want you to see it!"

"Oh, don't be silly…"

"I'll come see you guys later!" Trunks said harshly.

"Let the boy be," Vegeta said.

"Okay, well, we'll see you later I guess," Bulma said.

Trunks waited until he felt his father's energy move a good distance away before he said loudly to Catie, "That wasn't funny!"

She released him then, sitting back on her heels, and laughed until she was choking for air.

"You're gonna get it now," Trunks said in a deathly tone.

Catie screamed and jumped up, running across the room.

Trunks kicked his legs free of the black pants that were tangled around his knees and ran after her. He caught her in the middle of the room, pulling her back against his chest. He kissed along her neck, running his hands across the front of her hips, sliding them up under her shirt.

She tilted her head to the side, sighing contentedly. He pulled at her bra, her ample curves filling his hands. He moaned against her neck. Keeping her back against him, he walked her forward a couple steps, leaning over, bending her over the end of the bed. She giggled, wiggling her hips against him. He pulled her skirt up to her waist, she hadn't had a chance to change since that morning, and ran his hands appreciatively over her curves. He gripped her hips firmly and took her then, both of them crying out in pleasure.

Catie pressed her face into the mattress, trying to muffle her yells as his powerful stroke brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into the thick comforter, ripping it as she screamed in a final moment of ecstasy. Trunks hurried his movements then, growling low in his throat as he finished.

Catie rolled to her back, wiping the sweat from her face with both hands. Trunks sat on the edge of the bed, panting. Their eyes met and they laughed loudly.

"That was close," Trunks breathed.

"That was hilarious," Catie laughed.

"You're still in trouble," Trunks said as he lay back on the bed.

"Oh, I think you'll forgive me," Catie replied.

"I can think of a way for you to make it up to me," Trunks said, grinning devilishly at her.

Catie looked puzzled until she ran her eyes over his body. "Again? Already?"

"Hunger isn't the only appetite Saiyans have a hard time satisfying," he purred, reaching for her again.