35
Summer
Pan felt anxious... She was excited about going to Vegeta-Sei, but worrying thoughts ran through her mind- filled with 'what if' scenarios. She couldn't worry about it though, she was going to Vegeta-Sei with Trunks, and he would protect her. And maybe... just maybe, she could see Goten.
"Hey," Trunks smiled down at her, sensing her nervousness. Quietly, he took off his necklace and put around her neck.
Pan blushed as the royal blue crest hung right below her breasts.
"When others see you wearing that, they'll know you're with me. They wouldn't dare cause you any harm," he told her seriously.
Pan nodded, her scary thoughts were just silly! She would be with Trunks!
"Ready?" he held out his hand to her.
"What do I do?" she asked, taking his hand gently.
Trunks placed her hand on his chest as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Just hold on tightly," he smiled.
"Will it hurt?" She asked carefully.
"No, it just tingles," he assured with a small grin.
Pan felt it- the tingles started in the pit of her stomach before spreading out all over her. She closed her eyes, tightening her hold on Trunks' shirt.
XxXxX
A gasp made her open her eyes. She blinked a few times, adjusting her eyes to the bright pink room. A pair of bright blue eyes shot in front of her, and Pan leaned back, seeing curls of blue hair to match.
"She's beautiful!"
Pan blinked. If she was beautiful then this girl must have been a goddess! Her skin was a creamy white, her red lips stood out just as much as her perfect curls. They were thick, too, reaching the middle of her back. The red dress she wore was tight all around, showing her curves.
"Pandora, this is my sister Bulla. Bulla, Pandora," Trunks smiled.
"Trunks!" Bulla grabbed his free arm and shook it. "She's gorgeous!"
"You're very pretty, too." Pan finally managed to speak with a small smile.
"Ah!" Bulla cooed enthusiastically. "Her voice is so sweet!"
Trunks sighed, bowing his head, his forehead barley touching Pan's. He kissed the corner of her lips as he removed his arm. "I didn't tell you this, but you have to meet my parents..."
"What?" Pan's voice was small, her eyes big.
"Don't worry, they just want to meet Bulla's friend. You're going to spend a few hours with her, because I have to go train a new squadron. Then after lunch, you're mine. Don't worry," he smiled gently. "My sister's not that bad."
"I heard that!" Bulla huffed as she crossed her arms.
Trunks chuckled, kissing Pan's cheek before leaving the room. He wasn't gone a second before Pan was crushed by a hug from Bulla. "I'm so happy to finally meet you!" she smiled.
"You too!" Pan said when she let go.
"So, when did you and my brother first meet?"
"About a year ago..." Pan blinked as she said it. Had it really been that long...?
"Ah! This is so exciting!" Bulla jumped. "I don't see how my brother did it... Being so secretive and finding you- the princess no less!"
"Yeah..." Pan blushed. Her stomach still felt like it was whirling...
"Do you have any siblings?" Bulla asked curiously.
"Two brothers," Pan smiled. Now, there was a thought! She wondered where Goten would be, and what he would do if he saw her… Surely, he didn't forget her.
"Two?" Bulla made a face. "I can barely deal with one." Pan laughed lightly as Bulla continued, "He's probably all sweet around you, but he can be so annoying!"
Pan was laughing fully now. "He has his moments around me, too. Mostly, he likes to aggravate Tee- my cat."
Bulla gasped. "You have a cat?! I've wanted one, but I could never get one, because Trunks claimed he had allergies! That liar!" She pouted.
"Oops," Pan grinned with a small giggle.
Talking to Bulla eased Pan's nerves. She was a regular, normal girl like her- except for the fact that she was a Saiyan. They became friends instantly, and before long, they were talking like long-time friends. With a smile, Bulla gave Pan a tour of the castle, and showed her the room she would be staying in- which was almost right down the hall from Trunks'.
XxXxX
A few minutes before lunch, Pan met Trunks' parents. She was extremely nervous- though Bulla claimed she had no reason to be. The king didn't give her much of a look. He gave her a polite nod, but the queen... She smiled down at Pan warmly, reminding her of her own mother. Her hair was blue, just like Bulla's! Pan figured she must be the parents her children got their unique hair from.
"I'm so happy that I finally got met you," Bulla chirped as the two girls walked through the castle after lunch.
"You too!" beamed Pan.
"I hate to do this to you... leaving you all alone to find the library, but…" she looked down, blushing heavily.
"You have a secret relationship, too?" Pan smiled, already having a small hunch since Bulla had mentioned a few things.
"Yeah," Bulla breathed out.
"It's okay, I understand- trust me," Pan told her. She had enjoyed talking to Bulla, really, she did, but now she wanted to see Trunks...
"Thanks! Finding the library isn't hard. All you have to do is walk to the end of this hallway, and then make a left. Walk down that hallway, and then on your right you'll see two large doors with golden handles. That's the library," Bulla told her with a smile.
"Okay, thanks," Pan told her, sending her off with a smile and wave.
XxXxX
The two girls parted ways, and Pan followed the path she was given. Nerves kicked back in when she saw a group of Saiyans in the hallway. Swallowing all uneasiness, she held her head up high, determined not to be frightened.
"Who's that?" one of the voices spoke up.
"Hey!" another one yelled at her.
Pan kept walking. The faster she got to the library, the better. Call her rude, but there was just something throwing her off about those young Saiyans. She didn't want to know them...
"We're talking to you!" One yelled.
"Is that the Prince's pendant?" that was a new voice.
"It can't be!" said the first voice.
"Stop ignoring us!" yelled the second voice.
"What?!" Pan snapped, turning back to look at them.
"So that is the Prince's pendant!" Laughed the third voice.
"Why do you have the Prince's pendant?" the first voice smirked.
"It's none of your concern," Pan sighed, turning back around.
"Hey! Stay and talk to us!"
"No thanks," Pan muttered. "I have someone more important I want to go see."
There was a growl before someone reached out, grabbing her wrist tightly. Pan bit the inside of her cheeks hard to keep herself from making a face or yelping.
"Unhand her!" came a sharp voice.
The man who had her wrist yelped, and dropped it like her wrist was burning him. If Pan was surprised to see Trunks, she didn't show it. His eyes were blazing, and two men followed behind him. Pan felt a strange rush- she had seen those men before! They were the ones in the castle, talking to Gohan the day Trunks had first seen her.
Trunks wrapped his arm around Pan's shoulder possessively, bringing her close to his black armoured chest. "Did you not see my pendant?" he snarled.
"I-"
"Shut up," Trunks ordered. "That wasn't a question, idiot! You're lucky that I'm not ripping your head off for touching her! I guess you boys have learned nothing, too busy acting grown up. You show all women respect!" his voice echoed in the hallway. "And you sure as hell don't touch one that's wearing my pendant! Nappa, Raditz… deal with them."
The bigger of the two men smirked, and the other one cackled lightly.
"Oh, we're going to have some fun," the smaller one said- his jet black, spiky hair came all the way down to his knees!
Trunks turned around, his arm still around Pan's shoulder as he started leading them away. She turned around to see the group of boys cursing as the bigger Saiyan taunted them with threats, laughing the whole time. The smaller one looked back, catching her eyes for a split second. His black eyes widened drastically before she could no longer see them because her and Trunks had entered a room.
"Are you okay?" Trunks asked softly as he grabbed her small wrist gently to examine it… A bright red handprint surrounded it.
"I'm fine," Pan whispered, and she really was. Her wrist wasn't hurting anymore, and Trunks was with her now.
"Good," he sighed, tracing the tip of his finger over her wrist. Pan shivered, and he looked up at her, a bright grin on his face. "You handled yourself amazingly well."
"I did?" she raised a confused eyebrow.
"Yes," he beamed. "Sticking up to those boys like you did..."
Pan shrugged. "They were annoying."
"Most new recruits are," Trunks chuckled. "Don't worry; Raditz and Nappa are going to handle them."
"Which one was which?" She asked curiously.
"Nappa is the bald one; Raditz is the one with the crazy hair."
Pan smiled softly, "I've seen them before. The day you came to earth to trade- I saw them talking to G-nii...Are you done training the squadrons?" She asked hopefully.
Trunks grinned. "I am, and you're all mine for the rest of the day. Well, that is until dinner, and then I have to share you with my sister."
She smiled broadly, leaning back to look at the room. Her eyes widened as she looked around the giant library. There were two large and tall windows, casting sunlight into the room. There was a fireplace on the side of the room, adorned with a rug that seemed to be from some animal hide, and two couches. Pan felt her insides jumping with glee! A whole library filled with all things Saiyans... She couldn't wait to get her hands on a book!
Trunks smiled, watching her reaction. He knew she would like the room. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to the gardens," he promised, kissing her temple.
XxXxX
Bulla laughed, pulling away from her lover. His lips formed a pout, and she giggled. "I got to go. I want to eat dinner with Trunks and his secret girlfriend tonight."
"Secret girlfriend?" the dark-haired man mused. He let out a teasing tsk. "You royals and your secret relationships…"
The Saiyan Princess grinned. "Our relationship won't be a problem. My father likes you, and soon you'll be a general. It's my brother that we need to worry about."
"Why's that?" he mused, raising his eyebrow.
"If I tell you- you can't tell anyone!" at his nod, she continued, "she's the princess of earth..."
The young Saiyan's eyes widened and his heart raced. He felt sickness swelling up inside of him.
"Goten..." Bulla whispered, calling him by his real name- something that only she knew. "What's wrong?" She raised a blue eyebrow.
"Nothing," he murmured. "Just surprised," he couldn't look into her eyes. Guilt would consume him if he did...
"Please don't tell anyone," Bulla rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth.
"I won't," he swallowed hard. He let out a shaky breath before leaning his head against his bedframe. He wondered if Pan remembered him- remembered his promise. He meant to go back as soon as he could, but he got distracted- Bulla came into the picture. He couldn't just leave her. He also knew he couldn't leave his sister and mother on earth forever, either. For the past few years he had been saving, and he had gathered quite the bit of money. He was actually searching for homes at the moment, but this news changed everything. How did Trunks and Pan even meet? More importantly, how did Pan get to Vegeta-Sei without their brother declaring a war?!
XxXxX
Pan brushed her hair, a radiant smile on her face. Trunks had escorted her to her guest room half an hour ago, promising to come get her in the morning. The day had been beyond perfect for her. The only way she could have seen it getting better was if she saw Goten... She kept her eyes on the lookout for him, but not once did she see a Saiyan similar to him...
She stopped brushing her hair and stood up and placed the brush back in her bag before making her way over to the window in the room. She lifted a knee, resting it on the seat cushion as she looked out the glass. From this room, she could see earth, her home... Yet, it really didn't feel like home anymore.
Pan knitted her eyebrows together; shouldn't she be missing it more than she was...? She did miss earth- the people she cared about there, anyways. There were a few people she could care less about seeing ever again. She wondered what it would be like to stay here forever.
XxXxX
Trunks was restless. He couldn't sleep, so he spent the hours tossing and turning in his bed. His brain kept thinking of Pan's beautiful face, and curvy body. How when he hugged her, she would mould herself against him. As corny as it sounded, he wanted her in his arms... He didn't like the fact that she was sleeping in a room alone.
Sighing, he placed his hands behind his head, feeling for Pan's ki. He felt it, but something wasn't right... He sat up quickly, noticing how Pan's ki shot up drastically. Not a second later he heard her scream. In less than a second he was out of his bed, running to her room.
The door flew open, his Saiyan vision taking over to help him see in the dark. Pan was sitting up on the bed, her eyes wide, face red, and she was shaking. She had one leg out of the covers that was pulled up to her chin.
"Pandora," Trunks rushed to her side. He touched her shoulder gently, scanning for any harm done to her.
"Trunks..." she whispered, not looking at him. Slowly, she pointed to the wall.
Trunks followed her finger. There crushed into the wall was a boy from earlier. The Saiyan Prince's blood began to boil. What was the prick doing in Pan's room...?! He knew… He just didn't want to believe it...
Trunks stalked over to the boy, grabbing the front of his shirt and ripping him out of the wall. The boy looked up at his prince fearfully, swallowing hard.
"Did you not learn your lesson from earlier?" Trunks snarled. "Look at her!" he barked. He grabbed the boys head, forcing him to look at Pan.
The girl blushed under their gaze, unable to do much of anything as she slowly lowered her blanket.
"See that pendant around her neck?" Trunks' voice was like glass. His nails dug into the boy's face, causing him to yelp. The boy tried to break free, but the prince held on tighter. "She is mine!" Trunks yelled.
Trunks punched the boy in the nose; a loud crack echoed in the room, and the boy cursed. When he stumbled back to his feet, Trunks began his attack.
"Trunks..." Pan said weakly. "Trunks!" she said more forcefully, standing up and sliding off her bed before rushing to him.
"Prince Trunks," a calm, sharp voice sounded through the dark room. "Please, let me take care of this trash," Kichiro's eyes blazed when Trunks met them. Pan tried to find the person who was talking- the voice sounded so familiar! "Your lady needs your comfort..."
"Do not take him to the medical wing or put him in a regeneration tank. Tomorrow, make it public what he tried to do. An act like that is a dishonour to the highest degree, from now on he is banished from Capital Vegeta," Trunks snarled.
"That's if he lives," the voice drawled out darkly.
Trunks scoffed. "I don't care what you decide to do. Just get him out of the palace and city immediately." He walked over to the desk, grabbing Pan's bag before gently grabbing her hand. "Come on, Pandora."
"Trunks?" she asked softly as he led her out of the room. He was shaking, and his face looked so cold...
He didn't stop walking until they entered a room. Pan looked around with wide eyes; it must be his room... It was definitely fit for a prince. His floors were shiny wood, his walls a dark blue. His bed was huge, adorned with a grey cover with a red crest on it- the same crest on his pendant. Two giant windows were on each side of the bed, and near the left one was a fireplace, with its own couch and rug, beside it was a door. To the right window was another single door with a desk. His walls were faintly decorated, the main thing hanging on them were swords.
Trunks let her take in the room for a moment. When she finally looked at him, he hugged her tightly, dropping her bag to the floor. "When you're not in my sight, you are to be in the sight of a trusted guard. I am so sorry, Pandora..."
Pan hugged him tightly. "Trunks...when I noticed someone in my room, I kicked him. I sent him flying into the wall... How could I have done that?" she asked in shock.
He leaned back, just as surprised. "I don't know," he said truthfully. "Maybe adrenaline pumping inside of you made your energy wave a bit stronger?" he smiled, proud at how she defended herself.
"I guess," she nodded slowly.
"Okay," he let go of her. "You take the bed, and I'll-"
"No," Pan grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. "Your bed is huge. We can share it..."
Trunks swallowed hard, how was he supposed to control himself?!
Pan's eyes were wide as she lay on her side. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark room, and she watched her thumb and pointer finger circle each other. Despite Trunks big bed, he was close. She could feel his body heat coming off of him! This is crazy! She thought, knowing what they both wanted.
Carefully, she scooted back some, her back bumping his knuckles. They tightened for a second before he moved his fingertips across her back and around her stomach, pulling her back against his chest. With a soft smile, Pan moved her legs back as well, tangling them with his in contentment.
Controlling himself, Trunks found, was not hard at all. He felt tranquil now that Pan was in his arms. Everything was right. Before he could stop himself, he moved his tail, coiling it around her waist. Pan didn't bolt away, so he assumed it was okay. With a smile, he buried his nose in her soft hair. Both of them were asleep in a matter of seconds.
"The ache for a home lives in all of us, the safe place we can go as we are and not be questioned."
~Maya Angelou