Hello everyone! I apologize, but there were some issues that I had to deal with regarding work, but now I am back! I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter! I have been working on this chapter from time to time, but I never fully finished, so I decided to just make it a longer chapter than usual. Hope it is worth the wait!

Thank you to those who reviewed. Your questions will be answered.

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Pan woke up to the sound of music playing from outside her window. She sat up quickly, realizing she had fallen asleep! *Oh no… has the party already started?* She quickly got up and looked outside the window to find no one outside except for a group of young men with instruments. They looked to be setting up and testing their equipment. Pan sighed a breath of relief. She thought she had missed her opportunity to leave this place.

Taking a quick moment to herself, Pan carefully thought about how she would sneak past the guards. She decided that she needed to go for a stealthier approach, so she searched her room for some darker clothing, hopefully a cloak in the mix. As she rummaged through the closet, a bot spoke up, startling her. "May we assist you madam?" Pan yelped at the robotic voice. She did not know they can speak. Before she could answer, she realized something. *Could she be watching me through these bots?* Pan bit her lip as she thought further into this plan. She could not risk the Queen knowing about this. Pan's eyes lit up as an idea struck her.

"Why, yes please. I need a black dress. I think the Prince would love it." The bots' eyes glowed in pink now. *Really?* The bots moved Pan out of the way and did the rummaging for her. They picked out a series of black dresses, all long and poofy at first. "I need something slender, something to highlight my curves since I barely got any." The bots continued to look through and pulled out a few more dresses that had better taste. Pan looked at three in particular.

One of the dresses would go down passed her feet, which meant heels. It was also spaghetti strapped, so that was a no go. She needed to be covered. The next dress was shorter, to her knees, and had long sleeves that reached to her wrists. It seemed ideal except for the dazzling jewels embedded around the waist, creating a belt that would definitely show off her figure. Pan looked at the last dress and was still disappointed. It was a very similar dress, but it had a lot of cleavage to show. "Ooo, can you guys sew?" The bots' eyes lit up green as they said yes.

"Awesome! Do you think you can sew me an attached cloak to this dress? It can get pretty cold at night" gesturing at the third one. The bots needed no further explanation as they began to sew at a very high speed. Pan took advantage that their eyes were not on her and grabbed one of the bigger bags meant to be used as a purse. She stuffed some "normal" clothes inside, as well as some boots and shoes. She then went into the bathroom to grab toiletries. While the bots continued to work, Pan fixed up her hair in a high ponytail. She applied some darker makeup, despite never caring for it. After applying eyeliner and eyeshadow, she looked at herself in the mirror. *This should do.* Pan came out of the bathroom and saw her dress ready to be worn. The bots' eyes were now yellow as they showed off her dress. *She has to be watching this…*

Pan took a step back to stare at the dress, and she had to admit she was impressed. The back of the dress now had a hood, while the sleeves had an attached cloak. It would shelter her arms and chest if she wanted to. To hide the cloak, she would simply unbutton it and wear it as a simple scarf, almost unnoticeable. The bots then picked out some heels for her, but she disagreed entirely. *There is no way I can escape in those.*

"How about some classy combat boots? The Prince must love a fighter, right?" The bots' eyes were pink once more as they searched for the perfect boots. They came back almost immediately to show Pan some high-rise boots that were beautifully laced. The tips of the boots were similar to Saiyan armor, which could mean they were as sturdy at them too. Pan allowed the bots to dress her, mainly to further her trick on the Queen. Once she was ready, she grabbed her "purse" and looked at herself one more time and took a deep breath. She was ready to leave.

Trunks finished dressing himself as he buttoned up his shirt. He was dressed in a blue Saiyan suit, which consisted of dark blue pants with a lighter blue button shirt. He did not feel the need to wear his Saiyan armor since they would be within their home. As he allowed the bots to place his tie on him, he stared at himself in the mirror. *Why do I have to be a part of this war? This is between my father and Kakarot, yet I am the one being forced to take the throne. I would much rather seek peace than a takeover.* Trunks looked towards his window as he heard music start to play. *Maybe I can speak to Prince Goten and see if he agrees with me.*

Trunks felt a little more hopeful about this idea but then came another. *Is she going to show up? She has to or else she will get dragged out by my mother's bots…* Trunks rolled his eyes. His mother needs to be reevaluated. She needed to be taken for treatment, but his father refuses to do so. He is against anyone who will lay their hands on his wife. As he thought on whether Pan would show up, Trunks started to get his usual headache. *Dammit. Why does this have to happen to us?* Ever since he had turned 17, he had been getting these headaches and urges. His father had explained to him they will not stop until he mates with someone. However, Trunks did not wish to merely take someone. He wanted it to be his wife. Someone who he cared about and someone who cared about him.

When his mother had found out about this Saiyan trait, the Queen began searching for women for him. It was disgusting that his own mother was doing this. Trunks sighed, grabbing his cloak on his way out. He just hoped he could keep it under control until he can find someone.

As Trunks stepped outside, a gathering of people began to form. There were definitely more than the 100 seats Bulla had provided, but it was nice to see the towns people happy. It made Trunks glad that they were pleased to live in Vegeta. Trunks saluted the men and kissed the women's hands, causing a lot of red faces to form. The younger women, he flirted a little bit more, mainly out of respect as he was taught but also to displease his mother. He could feel her glare from across the yard. She really wants Pan to be his. After greeting everyone, he started looking around for Pan but did not see her anywhere. Could she still be getting ready? Upset? Trunks wanted to go back inside to find her, but his father walked over to him.

He saluted his father, while he respectfully returned it. "I see that you are off on your own. Did you not wish for our 'guest' to attend?" The King was now giving him a curious look. "I am sure she is still getting ready. It takes Bulla hours to decide what to wear." As the two men laughed, Trunks felt a punch to his arm. "Ow! That's the same arm." Vegeta laughed and hugged his daughter. "And this is why you both shall be entering the tournament." Bulla looked proud, as if she were entertained by the idea of being Queen of Kakarot. *I hope she does not rename if after herself.*

"Thank you so much for this father!" Bulla kissed the King on the cheek. She had on a poofy red dress that had gold strands embedded across the skirt and top. The top, however, had a very intricate design across it that looked beautiful. "Why is your hair not red yet?" Bulla turned red and went to go punch her brother once more, but the King stepped forward. "Enough you two. This is a celebration, and the two of you need to show respect to our guests. Now, go and enjoy yourselves." They both nodded in agreement and began to walk into the crowd.

However, as Trunks made his way towards the main entrance, he caught eye of a female figure. Trunks blinked, and she was gone. Trunks could not help but go after her. He assumed she was just outside the gates. The guards at the gates stopped him. "Is something the matter, my Prince?" Trunks shook his head. "No, I just need some fresh air." The guards allowed him to leave. He saw the same female figure turning the corner. Trunks lightly jogged his way around the building. *What is this person doing?*

Trunks watched from behind as he noticed that she was wearing a cloak and held a rather large bag for her stature. She continued to stay along the walls of the palace. Trunks sniffed the air around him and caught… vanilla? *No, it can't be.* He could not take the chance. He dashed forward, almost blinking away.

Pan looked around, checking her surroundings. It was almost too easy to sneak past everyone, and she thanked her height for that. Now, all she had to do was head towards the forest. She could at least back track the way she entered Vegeta. As she took a step forward, she slammed face first into a tree… tree? She looked up and saw that this "tree" had purple hair. *oh no…*

There she saw Prince Trunks with his arms crossed. He had on a blue suit that looked amazing on him. It was a sight to see. She noticed him giving her a once over and blushed. Pan shook her head and scowled. "What are you doing here?" Trunks cocked an eyebrow, making Pan sigh. "I am leaving. You cannot stop me."

"Fine by me." He stepped aside. Pan was confused but took her chance to walk away. While she walked, she heard a rustling sound. She turned back to find the Prince following her. "What are you doing? Don't you have a party to attend?" Trunks shrugged. "I much rather escort a fine lady to wherever she wishes to go." He gave her a smirk that made Pan's body weak. "I can handle my own." She continued walking forward. Trunks continued to follow her.

"What is your problem? You said you were fine with letting me go." Trunks frowned. "Pan, my mother is sick. She will find you. Plus, my father would kill me if he found out I let you go." Pan did understand, but she also knew that the Queen had no rule outside of Vegeta. She could care less whether the Prince got in trouble.

Pan continued walking, wondering how far the Prince would follow. For the next 20 minutes, Trunks walked alongside her, both of them staying silent. They were getting close to the forest where Pan would make her escape at last, but she needed him gone. "Okay, Prince Trunks, this is where we part."

Trunks looked around and noticed they were in a rather familiar place. "You entered the kingdom through here?" Pan nodded. "Yes, now please go. You do have a sister who is probably angry that her brother left." Trunks laughed. "Bulla does not care if I am there, nor do my parents really. Their focus is on Bulla." Pan growled lowly. Trunks was getting a kick out of working up Pan. He found it adorable that she was like this.

"Anyways, this area is where I used to hang out as a kid. I even had my own hideout." Pan scowled. "Was it hidden by a tree stump?" Trunks was surprised. "Is that where you have been living? Pan, I could have found you had I just happened to go there." Pan laughed. "Well it looked abandoned enough to be a good idea."

"Well since I know the area, I can escort you fully out." Pan pouted. "Seriously? I am fine." Trunks shook his head. "I am coming."

Pan stood her ground. She was not a child to be escorted everywhere. She did not need some prince following her, probably setting her up. She debated dashing, but she assumed he could catch up easily with his training. He probably has some sort of witchcraft to help with that as well. She had no other option though. She needed to divert his attention to at least get a head start. She noticed he was starting to squint his eyes again ever so slightly. The moon was now above them, shining bright as ever. He then leaned against a tree, relaxing his pose.

"Go ahead." Pan looked him in the eyes, confused. He waved his hand in the direction she wanted to flee to. "I'll give you a head start." He then smirked at her. Pan felt her knees go weak. How did he know she was going to dash?

"You have 10 seconds. I recommend using them." Trunks saw how she was surprised at his comment. He knew she was going to attempt to lose him by running. Her face and body motions gave it away. His attention was more focused on her since his damn instincts were trying to take over. At least this way, she can try to get away while he has some fun. He'll then take her back- *wait no!* Trunks shook his head as Pan took off. He cannot give into his Saiyan instincts. It just isn't right. Looking up, he realized he could not see Pan anymore. *What? No way is she that fast*

Trunks took off immediately to go look for her. He tried reading her ki but sensed nothing. *Does she know how to hide her ki?* That should not be possible unless she has had specific training in the past. Trunks dashed passed trees, hoping to catch her shadow, but he saw nothing. All he could see were trees and leaves on the ground. As Trunks jumped onto a tree to gain more of a view of the area, he caught a glimpse of a moving object about a mile away. *No way…* Trunks jumped from tree to tree, finally catching up to her. She was fast but nowhere near as fast as he was. This is something he will definitely ask about…

Pan continued diverting past trees, zigging, and zagging whenever she could. Those 10 seconds bought her plenty of time, but this bag was sure not helping. All she needed to do was cross the borderline, and he would have no reign over her. She was so close too. Maybe 5 more minutes of running. She could already see a small hut from one of the outside villages.

Trunks continued following behind her purposely. He watched as she navigated through the forest without hassle, never tripping or looking around her. He would not have noticed this had he not been part Saiyan. *How can she see in the dark?* There is no way she could be Saiyan, or even part Saiyan. His uncle Tarble was with someone who could not have kids biologically. *Maybe she is related to Paragus?* They were still out there. She could be a relative to them, which would make this situation a lot more dangerous. It would also explain her temper and how she is not from here.

Trunks decided to finally catch up to her by waiting ahead of her, just before the borderline. As he stood there, he saw Pan running towards him, slowing down while her facial expression dropped. Disappointed? Probably.

Pan was panting as she arrived. "This is unbelievable." She threw her heavy bag onto the ground. Trunks rolled his eyes. "What is unbelievable is how you managed to get here in such a short amount of time, how you were able to maneuver through a forest in darkness." Pan was giving him confused looks. "It is not that dark. The moon is out."

"Pan, people cannot see in a forest, at night, with just moonlight." Pan disregarded his comment. She had no idea what he was implying, and she did not care. All she had to do was cross the line. She picked up her bag, but as she stepped forward, Trunks blocked her path. "Hey!"

"Follow me." Pan scowled at him. "Where to? It is nothing but forest here." He started walking past her. "Follow. Me." Pan stood up straight at his tone. He can definitely assert his dominance when he needed to. She followed him deeper into the forest, looking back at the village lights. Trunks stopped in his tracks, making her crash into him again. Her bag dropped off her shoulders and hit the ground. Before she could pick it back up, Pan looked up and saw him staring at her with serious intent, only she had no idea what his intentions were. She was putting herself in a very dangerous situation, but she also did not sense any harm from him.

Trunks took a step closer to her, lessening the gap between them. Pan blushed as she could now feel his breath on her. He smelled amazing, he definitely looked amazing, but he was aiming his hand at her face?

Pan immediately moved out of the way as a bright light started forming out of his hand. That light then made contact with the tree behind her. Pan looked back at Trunks. "What was that?!" Pan was about to run away when he grabbed her arms. "Get out of this grip."

"What?" She was really confused now. He had a serious look still, and he was holding her tightly without hurting her. What was he trying to prove? Pan tried to kick him in the groin, but Trunks easily stopped that by raising his leg, blocking her knee with his. She then moved her arms around, breaking his grip. She then pushed him away. Trunks almost fell back.

*She has that much strength?* He thought as he regained his balance. She has definitely had training. There was no way she could have dodged that ki blast without training. He aimed his hand at her again, watching her expression go from scared to focused. He launched his attack, and she easily moved out of the way, jumping to the right and hiding behind a tree now. Granted, he was going easy on her, but no mere human could just focus in on a ki blast.

Pan was out of breath. It was taking a toll on her to keep dodging these attacks, especially after running. At least he wasn't playing cheap like the guard, Quinn. Trunks suddenly appeared right in front of her, making Pan jump onto a branch. Trunks was left with a surprised look on his face. He was clearly not believing that she could defend herself. "Are you satisfied yet? How many more of those magic spells are you going to keep throwing at me?"

Trunks blinked in confusion. *Magic spells?* "Do you mean these?" Trunks held up to ki blasts in his hands. Pan was stunned with anger. She was definitely ready to dodge them once more. Trunks looked up at her, ki blasts in hand. "Pan, these are not magic spells."

"Do not lie! I know about your family. I know that you all practice witchcraft." Trunks cocked his head. Where and why did she assume this? She was still glaring at him, gripping a tree branch, and waiting to jump higher up. "Pan, I'm not going to attack. I just want you to look at them." Pan was skeptical but decided to jump back down. As soon as Trunks took a step forward, she squatted down and threw her leg out, knocking him to the ground and causing the blasts to go flying. Trunks grunted as he hit the ground. "I am not going to believe a word you say. You are nothing but a liar-"

Trunks lunged towards her, cutting her sentence off. The ki blasts landed right where she was standing. They both laid on the ground, staring at the scorched grass. "What the hell was that?" Trunks was still holding onto her, a part of him not wanting to let go. He felt Pan struggle against him, so he let her go and sat up, crossing his legs. "They are called ki blasts. They are not magic. It is energy from my body given a physical form." Pan got up to dust her dress off. She then looked down at him. "Energy? Okay but I saw your father flying!" Trunks felt like a rock hit his head. *Did he seriously fly in front of her? Why on Earth would he be so reckless like that. That does not sound right at all.*

He noticed Pan was getting ready to walk off again, so he decided to ask, "Pan, who are your parents?" Pan blinked in confusion, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Their names are Gohan and Videl, but I doubt you would know of them. They are from Kakarot." The names did not mean anything to him. So, she was not related to Paragus or Broly? Unless she was his granddaughter. It would time out. "What about your grandparents?" Pan was really confused. Trunks finally stood up, dusting himself off, then continuing to stare back at her.

Pan watched him dust himself off. She could not believe what was going on. All she wanted was freedom, and she ends up getting attacked and interrogated by the Prince of Vegeta. "Does it matter?" Trunks scowled at her. "Yes. It does. Is it Paragus?" Pan was baffled by his assumption. "Paragus? Are you assuming my family are the traitors to yours? Like I said, I am from Kakarot."

Trunks was really confused now. There was no way she could be a Saiyan then. "Okay. I'm sorry for the questions, but you have to understand this is difficult for me to understand."

"What is? That a girl can defend herself from a guy?" Trunks shook his head. "No, that you are able to defend yourself from me."

"What's the difference?" Trunks stepped forward and grabbed her arms once more, this time, with a much harder grip. "Ow!" Trunks then lifted her up with ease. Pan felt very lightly in his grip. He was lifting her like nothing. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed he was squinting even more now. "Okay, I get it. You're super strong. So what?" Trunks sighed and put her down.

*I can't tell her…*

"Who trained you? At least tell me that." Pan was hesitant, but she could feel he was starting to give up. "My father." Trunks nodded, then winced? "Can I know the name of your grandparents?" Pan shrugged her shoulders. "I do not know who they are." He started reaching to pull at his hair again. "What do you mean?" Pan shrugged again. "My grandparents disapproved of my parents' marriage." She really did not want to speak about this, but she felt comfortable talking to him. She felt like she could entrust him with this information. "They were only allowed to wed because my mother got pregnant. When I was 4, my father decided to take me, and my mother away and never looked back. I grew up in a very small village where my mother was the typical housewife and my father being the typical drunk, wife beater."

Trunks was shocked to hear about this. She really did have a hard life. He did not blame her for leaving. "Pan, I'm sorry." She now had tears in her eyes, making Trunks feel concerned. He reached for her and held her in his arms. She hugged him back, gripping his shirt. He could feel his shirt getting wet from her tears. He was always there for his sister whenever she needed someone to cry to, which is why he understood what she needed right now. She was always alone like they were. As he held her, however, he could feel himself tensing up. *C'mon on now. She is literally crying!*

"Trunks?" He snapped out of it and looked down. She had a smile on her face. *Huh?* He suddenly felt a huge pain strike him in the stomach. He gasped out and let go of her immediately, taking a few steps back. "Haha! I got you!" Trunks looked up in shock. Her eyes were still red and watery, but she was now laughing. *Some way to fight sadness I guess*

She then stuck her tongue out at him. Seriously? "Are you trying to mock me?" Trunks asked, looking insulted. Pan smiled even bigger. "Teach me how to make those ki blasts."

Trunks went wide-eyed. This was unexpected. "What?" Pan walked over to him, helped him stand straight up, and held his hand. She then kneeled on her knees in a joking matter and said, "Oh please, my dear Prince Trunks. Please teach me how to make ki blasts so I can blast you in the face." Trunks could not help but smirk in amusement. He moved his hand away from her. "So, you decide to punch me in the gut and then dare ask of me to teach you how to blast me in the gut?" Pan smirked. "Yes, my Prince."

"Stop calling me that." Pan waved her hands in surrender. She honestly liked calling him that, knowing it bothers him so much. He may not want people to see him as only a prince, but she does not see him that way. Sure, he has authority over her now, but anywhere else and he is just another person for her to talk to.

"So, can you teach me?" Trunks shook his head. "I'm afraid I cannot. Only saiy-" Trunks closed his mouth so fast, trying to think of something else to say. "Only what?" Dammit. Think.

"Trunks?" Trunks just stared at her for a while, debating on telling her. It was forbidden, he couldn't tell her. "Only Vegetans can create ki blasts." Pan rolled her eyes. "That is not true. My father could do it." Trunks mouth opened. "What?" She crossed her arms. "At least I think he could. He would train and stuff, and I would always see smoke coming from the forest whenever he would go chop down trees for fire." He shook his head. *So, is he Saiyan? Maybe she does not know since they left*

"Teach me how to fly then." Trunks shook his head again. "Even I cannot do that." Pan rolled her eyes. "Really? The Prince of Vegeta cannot fly? How pathetic is that?" She was now smiling at him, teasingly. "Watch your tone. You are still in Vegeta."

Even though he looked upset, she decided to tease him still, "Why should I? You have less power than I thought. Seems all you can do are make orbs of light." Trunks was starting to feel his headache kick in. The moon was bright, no clouds in sight. Great. He needed to leave before he regretted something.

"Pan, stop." Pan stepped closer to him. "Make me, my Prince Trun-" Trunks leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. The way she moved forward, so close to him, made him lose it. Granted, he did so to shut her up, but he was not breaking the kiss. He could not stop himself from reaching for her arms and leading them to touch his waist.

Pan could not believe what he just did. How dare he? *Why am I not stopping this?* She leaned into the kiss, hoping it would continue, but he pulled away.

"I am so sorry, Pan. I-" Pan reached for him and pressed her lips against his. This was crazy. They just met, but he was so good looking, and he makes her melt whenever he laughs or smiles. She has been unknowingly wanting this since she first laid eyes on him. *great, I'm like one of those obsessive girls now…*

Trunks stopped the kiss once more. He reached for his head. "Pan, I can't." She was confused. "Can't what?" He was now blushing and looked really uncomfortable. She looked him over and noticed a bulge coming from his pants. "Did you think I wanted to sleep with you? In the middle of a forest?" Trunks was now blushing furiously. "No! No! That's not what I meant! I just can't be near you right now." Pan was dumbfounded. What happened to his calmness?

"Pan you can go." She shook her head and crossed her arms. He was blocking the light from the moon now. She grabbed him by the arm and led him deeper into the forest. "Where are we going?" Pan said nothing as they headed towards the familiar tree stump. He had no idea it was this close. She moved the tree stump and jumped in. Trunks followed, relieved from the lack of light. "Thank you, but you really need to go."

"Now you want me to leave. No. You need to explain a few things to me now." She could barely see him without any source of light, but she can tell he was not budging. "Why does the light hurt you so much at night but not during the day? Why do you get these headaches that change your mood like crazy?"

Trunks stared at her figure. He could barely process what she was asking. He could only focus on her shadow and the bed in the next room…

"Pan, I'm a Saiyan." Silence filled the room. While his eyes hurt less, he still had that headache and urge. Goddamn genes. Wait, what did he tell her? "What is a… Saiyan?" Trunks looked up. "What?"

Pan punched him in the arm. Damn, she is strong. She would be great in bed… *Stop!*

"Ow, sorry. I'm… I just need to lie down." Pan grabbed him by the arm and led him towards the room. Trunks stopped and pulled his arm away. "No, Pan. I am trying to protect you."

"From what? You?"

"Yes."

"I can handle you, remember? You're not that strong." Trunks was getting irritated with her teasing. Does she want to sleep with him now that they're not in the middle of a forest? He pinned her against the wall and kissed her once more. She broke the kiss right away. "Hey what gives? Answer me! What is a Saiyan?" Trunks was losing his grip on reality. He could smell her sweet scent, feel her slight curves, her hips, the way her heart beats louder the closer he gets…

'"It's an alien race." He is revealing so much, but he did not care. He just wanted her. "I am so confused now. Aliens? So not magic, but aliens are your excuse?" Trunks shook his head. "I can prove it to you?"

Pan shivered at the question. She knew what he was implying, but why was he acting like this? He barely gave any attention to the women in the village. Why her?

"How about this then. You explain what a Saiyan is, and I will go into that room with you?" She obviously wasn't, but it did buy her some time to snap him out of this. She said this as he was breathing against her neck, almost kissing her. Her words made him shudder; she would take him under any other circumstance but not now.

"A Saiyan is an alien race from the Planet Vegeta. We have superhuman abilities, such as seeing in the dark, super speed, strength, the works." He said this in a teasing manner, as if to prove that he would be super in other things as well. "Trunks, focus."

"I'm your Prince, remember?" Pan could feel herself blushing. Damn, he is good.

He felt his tongue on her neck, making her move away from him. "Prince Trunks, you need to stop. Why are you acting like this?"

He let out a small laugh. "Because you're irresistible, and we're alone in the dark." He had a different demeanor compared to before. He smirked rather than smiled, stood casually rather than stoic, and his voice was flirtatious rather than prince-like. Pan groaned, annoyed with the situation and with herself. "Please…" Trunks let out an annoyed groan as well. "Fine. Ask away. But afterwards…"

"Yes, of course." Yeah right. She was bolting out of here as soon as she could knock him out… or at least until he knocks out on his own. Last time, he was exhausted from the pain that he almost fell asleep the moment he lied down. "So, you say you are a Saiyan even though you look human."

"We are humanoid, yes. I used to have a tail as a child, but my father got rid of it to hide our identities."

"Why?"

"Would humans really accept aliens ruling over them?"

"How did your father become King then?"

"He conquered the land. He hid the fact he was not from here rather well."

"And your headaches?" Trunks let out a laugh again. "That's from you."

"What?" Trunks walked over to her. "You just make me so crazy for you. I want you so bad, Panny." Pan looked up at him. *Panny?* He was smiling, lovingly. He was no longer some lust-filled guy. "Stay with me."

"What?" Trunks kissed her hand. "Stay in Vegeta with me. We may not know each other just yet, but you are powerful, independent. I could give you the freedom you seek here." Trunks was struggling internally now. He was fighting to gain back control over himself. What kind of nonsense was this? To have the instinct to find a mate so desperately that you either rape her or ask her to marry you just like that? He was not like this. While he now knows the strength and power potential Pan holds, he would prefer getting to know her before making this request. If she says yes, however, he will get to know her more though…
Pan surprised by the request he was making. "Plus, you would technically be a queen someday, so that gives you even more power." While Pan did like that idea, she could not just accept this marriage proposal? Or whatever this was.

"Trunks, you're not thinking straight. You seem drunk even." Trunks laughed deeply into her neck now. "It's Prince Trunks."

"Ugh! Stay away!" Trunks backed off. He managed to break free for just that moment. He was now standing still, holding himself back, waiting for her to speak. *Don't go…* He craved friendship. While his childhood was filled with riches, he was never allowed to maintain any close friends, only Bulla. The two struggled to socially interact with guest in a casual manner since they lacked that aspect. Pan could be someone he could trust. She already knows too…

Pan stared at the prince before her, noticing the stiffness. "Are you okay?" Trunks shook his head. "What's wrong?" Trunks shook his head again. Pan took a step closer, making him back away.

Trunks took a deep breath and prepared himself for her decision. "Pan, I know we don't… know each other. We just met." He was losing his breath almost. "Saiyans have this… instinct. It makes them want to mate…" he noticed her eyes go wide. "Not like that… it's more of a soulmate type thing." Pan's eyes now looked curious rather than suspicious. "Like my mother said, I need to wed before… I become king. It's because I get like this when with someone… I'm connected to." Pan was now confused.

"But you were like this before you even knew I was in your bedroom that night." Trunks nodded. "It's a coming of age thing. You were nearby. This started about a week ago. We must have come across… paths at some point…" He reached for his head, trying to stop the aching.

"Where are you going with this?" Trunks took a deep breath once more. "I hate the idea of this soulmate-seeking instinct… I do not wish to force someone to be…. with me because of this…" He took a step forward, testing himself, hoping he could reach close enough to grab her hand, hoping she would let him.

Pan's heart starting racing as he got close and grabbed her hand. She was surprised she let him, but something told her he was in more control now… "Pan, I am asking you to give me a second chance with this. My mother… is sick and rushed this between us… I now realize that she must have known all along about… this connection." He was struggling to speak; the headache was making him take more breaks for air now. He needed sleep.

"Regardless of all of this. I am giving you the choice. You can leave now, and we part ways from here. Or…" Trunks watched as her expression was growing sad now. He already had his answer. "You can stay in Vegeta, and we can start over."

There was a great silence between them. They could hear the scurrying of the night creatures. The wind was blowing harder as well, which meant it was going to be a cold night.

Pan did not know what to do with this information. She could see him struggling to not abuse his power and just take her. They both knew he could, but he wouldn't. It made him much more respectable. She never would have thought a prince would even look her way, but he did. He talked to her like a friend, what she desperately lacked and needed. However, she also wanted her freedom, to explore the world, to get stronger now that she knows it's possible. She wanted to ask him to come with her, but that would never be allowed by his father. The prince needed to stay in his home… wait…

"I have to ask you something first." Trunks opened his eyes as she took her hand back, not realizing he had closed them. "Yes?"

"How does me staying with you fix your problem?" Trunks sighed. "It will not until we lay in bed together." Pan cocked an eyebrow, knowing he could barely see it in this darkness. "There is a special way of mating we do during sex. It would be the only way to stop it." Pan hesitated. She could not believe she was even considering this…

"Let's do it then."

"What?!" Trunks was more concerned than confused now. Did she really just say that?

"Let's have sex, mate, whatever you want to call it. But…" Trunks was dumbfounded; he couldn't speak. "You will let me go." Trunks blinked twice. "Pan, that's not how-"

"You said that was all you needed to calm this instinct. It works. Your parents will never know, you become king, even find a wife afterwards without this worry happening with her."

"Well, I cannot marry anyone else after this." He said it as if he was actually agreeing with the idea. "No? Why is that?" Trunks sighed. He did not like having this talk with his father, so he especially did not like explaining it to someone who was most likely not a Saiyan. "You would be my soulmate. I would no longer care for anyone else."

"Kings in the past have had many wives they did not sleep with."

"Pan…"

"I'm joking. But c'mon. This solves both our problems. You want to stop being horny, and I want my freedom." Trunks almost choked on his own spit. "Pan!"

"I am being honest." Pan reached for his hand now. "Trunks let's help each other out. Who knows, maybe I'll come back and then we can work this out, but I don't want to make any promises." Trunks looked into her eyes. This would help, but this was breaking so many rules his father has enforced onto him. Still, he said, "Okay." Pan smiled. She leaned in closer, waiting for him to do so as well. Trunks smiled back, wondering what the Hell was going through both their minds to even consider doing this. He reached to push her hair behind her ear and leaned in to kiss her.

It felt so damn good to feel her lips against his. They were so soft and wet. She leaned against him as he pulled her closer. It was a great sensation to feel her hips against his. Trunks moved both his arms from her hair, down her arms, slowly reaching behind her to touch her back. He could feel Pan tense up from his touches, exciting him all the more.

Pan was starting to lose her breath as he continued to touch and please her with his hands. Chills were sent down her back as he moved his fingers across her ear, down her neck, and towards her lips. This was a new experience for her, but she did not want to let that get in the way of this moment they were sharing. Trunks then grabbed her hands and moved them towards his hips. Pan decided to do what he was doing and moved her hands across his back, then gripped his pants to pull him closer. That small move made him bite her lip, which made her squirm.

Trunks was feeling better and better about this idea as they continued to kiss and feel each other's bodies. He wanted to feel more of her already, but he wanted to make sure she was comfortable the entire time. Trunks moved his hands down slowly towards her neck, inching his way lower towards her right breast. He stopped shortly from it, waiting for her permission to continue.

Pan pressed her chest against his waiting palm, wanting to know what it felt like to have someone touch her in way that was without force. All her life, people have handled her without care and with malintent. Her own mother would rarely console her in fear her father would punish her. Thankfully, those painful memories were wiped away when she felt the tingling sensation of her breast being squeezed by her prince's hand. She couldn't help but shudder at the touch. She kissed him deeply now, forcing her tongue inside of him, tasting him all the more.

Trunks squeezed her breast even harder at the force. He then slid his hand over her other breast, growing even more excited at her shivering. He moved away from her lips, making her lean closer towards him. He smirked at her, then moved in to lick her neck from collarbone to her ear. He then whispered, "shall we head to the bedroom?" Pan let out a small moan, blushing, "Y-yes please…" Trunks lifted her up, having her legs wrap around him. He then took them into the secluded, makeshift bedroom. He laid her down and began kissing her all over again.

Pan let out a small yelp when he lifted her up so easily. He was really strong to have to make no effort in carrying her. As they entered her old "room," she couldn't help but begin to feel nervous. *I'm really going to do this… to Hell with it* Pan reached her arms out to grip Trunks's hair, making him deepen the kiss. He snuck in his tongue from time to time, making her feel good all over. He rocked his hips against her, letting her feel him through his pants. He already felt big… Trunks broke the kiss, both of them panting for air, their hair already a mess. He smiled at her as he started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, teasingly. He watched at Pan bit her lip. He looked too good. She looked to good.

Pan decided to follow suit, stood up, and untied the jeweled belt from her wait. She then untied her dress from behind, letting it fall under her. As Trunks finished unbuttoning, his mouth dropped. The sight of her without the dress was beautiful. He reached over to her, noticing she got cold immediately. He then whispered in her ear, "It's okay. I'll make us warm in just a minute." Pan smirked at him and let out a small giggle at the thought. He was good at this teasing. Noticing his opened shirt, she reached to run her hands through his hard body. He had a very toned body, muscle in all the right spots.

Trunks closed his eyes and let her feel him. This was new to him as well, and he was loving it. He knew what to do based on the stories he would read, but he was nowhere near experienced. He could only rely on instinct at this point. He let out a moan as she touched his groin through his pants. He looked at her, watching her smile at his reaction. He smiled too, out of breath from the sudden touch. "You can keep doing that…"

Pan decided to take advantage of that and continued rubbing him through his pants. He let out short breaths of air each time she tightened her grip around him. She rubbed his slowly at first, then picking up the pace little by little, driving him crazy. She was surprised when he grabbed her by the arms and laid her back onto the bed. He was kissing her like crazy now, filled with a caring lust. Pan wrapped her legs around him, making him go rougher with his tongue.

Trunks slid his hand down to her breast, down her right side, and then to her panties, where he felt her go tense. He immediately broke the kiss and asked, "Are you okay?" Pan looked up at him and saw the worry in his eyes. It was sweet he was caring for her this much. He really did not want to just sleep around with someone he just met. While this may not have been his ideal scenario of mating, he was sure making the best of it for her. Pan blushed as she confessed, "This will be my first time…" Trunks's eyes widen just a bit, unsure if Pan noticed from the darkness of the room. He then smiled and pressed his nose and forehead up against hers. "Me too…" Pan felt a sudden cold as shock filled her. He always commented on how he wanted to find the right person, but she did not believe he had not had sex, especially since it seemed like he was already a professional at this.

"Really?" Trunks chuckled. His laughed made her melt once more. *how am I supposed to leave this?"*

"Yes. I told you, we Saiyans mate with the right one and that is all." Trunks then pecked her lips. "We will go as slow as we need to." Pan smiled at him and nodded. Both reached in for another passionate kiss. This time, they focused on each other rather than any other body part. Tongue flicks, slight whispers in each other's ears. They were enjoying their time together.

Trunks could not help but rock his hips against hers, making her whimper. He could feel his pants getting slightly wet from her. It was starting to make him go crazy. Trunks looked into her eyes as he slowly brought his hand back down and between them. This time, Pan didn't tense up. She instead moaned at the sudden touch. Trunks let out a small groan and moved his hand closer to her panties. He moved his mouth lower to lightly bite her collarbone, forcing himself to stop from biting too hard. He had to mate with her at the right time… He moved his fingers to reach into her panties, feeling the sudden wetness against his fingertips. He almost drooled onto Pan the moment he felt her arch her back towards him. "You feel so good…"

Pan could not breathe. This was a completely new feeling to her. She never felt like this when she would do it to herself. She arched her back, inviting him to continue. Trunks gladly complied and started rubbing her clit, moving lower and stopping before he reached too far. He wanted to be inside her the right way. He continued to rub her, forcing moans out of her. He would notice her biting her lip as if to not scream, but he wanted to hear all of her. He lifted his fingers up to his mouth, tasting her sweetness with content. Pan blushed, gasping for air. She felt herself coming so close, but he was refusing to move quicker. She wanted him to continue, so she reached for his hand and brought it back down to her. Trunks felt himself turning red at her sudden move. If she wanted more, who was he to deny her that?

Trunks continued rubbing her slowly, but he now moved his hand quicker, doing small circles every now and then to make her squirm. He could feel how close she was, but he didn't want her to finish just yet. He was enjoying experimenting on her, learning what makes her squirm, moan, tense up… He just wanted to hear her scream now… Just as he felt her tense up again, her sign of almost finishing, he slowed his pace. "T-trunks…"

Pan's face was flushed in red, unable to think. All she wanted was release, but he was refusing. "Yes?" Pan let out a small groan. "P-please Prince Trunks…"

Trunks stopped at the mention of the word "prince." It felt so good to hear her call him that. It gave him a sense of power he never wanted to accept. "As you wish my lady." Trunks reached to kiss her with a harsh passion, biting her lip as he rubbed his hand on her clit faster and harder now. Pan was gasping for air at the sudden pleasure building up once more. It was much more intense now that he was going harder on her. She griped his hair harder now, making him bite his own lip and let out a groan. This view of him is just what she needed to see. Pan felt herself tense up and waited for bliss.

Trunks watched Pan's face as it went from pleasure to pure satisfaction. She cried out, still trying to hold back from screaming. When he heard her cries build up, he waited for the right moment to insert one finger inside of her, only increasing her climax. Pan jumped at the unexpected intrusion. She could no longer keep herself quiet and let herself moan to her heart's content. Trunks felt her walls tightening around his finger, eagerly waiting for her to full finish before swirling his finger around and removing his finger and bringing it up to his lips. Pan gasped at the move and smiled at him. He stared into Pan's eyes as he licked his fingers, closing his eyes at the taste. She was still red from the fun and could feel herself blushing even harder now. It was a blessing they could not see each other that well.

Pan was out of breath and still enjoying the aftereffects of finishing. She could only stare at her prince- her prince? Pan shook her head. She watched as Trunks bent down to remove her panties. He then lifted her slightly to remove her bra. He eyed her up and down as he began unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Pan saw how big he was showing through his undershorts. He now removed his unbuttoned shirt and moved towards her. He kissed neck, then chest, breast, giving a quick flick to her nipple. He smirked at her when she shuddered. He moved to kiss her stomach and stopped right at her v-line.

Trunks couldn't wait to take her. His instincts were kicking in hard, but he wanted to savor this moment. If there was a chance she would stay, he had to do this right. He had to make her believe it was the right decision. Trunks moved up to lie down next to her. She was completely naked in front of him. She was beautiful with her black hair in a mess now, her body starting to form shivers from her cooling down. Her face showing a lovely smile. "Are you okay?" Pan closed her eyes and smiled. She reached for his hand to grip. "Good. Do you wish to continue?" Pan turned to face him, "Yes." Trunks smiled back and nodded and brought her close. He held her for a good minute before she looked up at him and kissed him.

They kissed and began the passion all over again. As Trunks rolled them over to be on top, he stared down at Pan's face, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful." Pan smiled sheepishly. "I'll still be careful."

"Does it hurt?" Trunks did not know how to reply to that one. "I have heard it does a little, but I will try my best to only give you pleasure and happiness."

That last bit confused Pan a little. He was referring to something else, but she didn't care. After this moment, she would be free. Trunks removed his shorts in an uncomfortable way, making the two of them laugh. "This is not how it's supposed to go." He said.

Pan helped him kick them off, only to be embarrassed as she saw him at full length. Trunks was blushing now, but quickly moved to be on top of her. He kissed her neck again, smelling her sweet scent, aching to mate with her. He lightly bit her neck, flicking his tongue against her. "Trunks…" He chuckled in her ear as he gave another lick. "I just want you already."

"Then take me… please." Trunks looked down and grabbed onto his shaft, tensing at the pleasure. He adjusted himself slightly to touch her, instantly shuddering at how wet she was. "Panny… this is too much for me." Pan smiled. "It's okay."

He used his hand to guide himself closer to her, finding the right spot to enter. Pan moan at the touch of his tip against her clit. She was still sensitive from before, almost scaring her at the pleasure that is to come. She bit her lip as he slowly pressed himself closer. He felt good inside already; it felt right. He then whispered, "Are you ready?" Pan nodded, bracing herself for the pain she had heard from in stories. Trunks didn't continue, so she opened her eyes to look at him. "It's okay. Relax. It'll hurt less if you do." He then extended his hand to interlock with hers. Pan felt immediate relief, her body no longer tense. Trunks felt her ease up, so he decided to move his hips forward and enter her.

Both of clenched their hands together, still intertwined. Trunks couldn't help but move ever closer inside. Pan let out a small moan and scream. Pan felt the tightness and hardness from him inside. It hurt, but not the hurt she had imagined. It made more sense to her now as to why, but it slowly faded away as he kept bucking his hips forward and back. He continued to do this slowly, taking his time in making sure she felt good and good only. "Oh Trunks…" she moaned. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer.

Trunks moaned as he felt her wall hit him. He was now fully deep inside and loved every bit of it. It was a wonder why he held off now, but he would never go back to change that. He loved that he was sharing this moment with her. He moved forward and back, a little harder each time. Both of them were moaning louder as the pleasure sored through their bodies. Pan felt Trunks growing inside her still, intensifying the pleasure. He then adjusted his movements, which caused her to scream out.

*Finally,…* he thought. He reached the spot that mattered most. He watched as Pan could not keep her mouth closed nor silent. She was in complete bliss as he quickened his pace ever so slightly. Trunks could feel himself getting closer and closer with each moan and with each push. He felt the blood leaving his head as he started to only think about finishing inside of her. As he was her gasp for air, Trunks wanted to intensify this even more. He quickened his pace suddenly and started going rougher. Pan could not help but wrap her arms around his neck now, her nails digging into his back, hopefully not drawing blood she thought. It felt so good to have him inside; it was indescribable. The rougher he got, the more she wanted. She bucked her hips a little bit, and that tossed him over the edge. Trunks moved even faster now, harder. Pan was moaning louder and louder, begging him to keep going, to finish them both. Trunks kissed Pan on the lips, then trailed towards her neck, never stopping his movements. "One last time…mmm… are you sure?" Pan nodded, not even thinking about what she had agreed to. She just wanted to feel him finish inside of her, tightening around him. Trunks then pushed himself further to keep going. He wanted to do this right as they both finished. Hearing Pan scream his name was just what he needed. Her breaths were quickening, her heartbeat was beating faster. Just as he felt he was going to cum, he felt Pan tense up and scream out. Trunks kept going, feeling himself cumming already, until he felt her walls tighten around, making him moan out as well. He felt himself releasing inside her, still moving back and forth to keep the pleasure going for both of them. He then reached to kiss her neck, slowing biting her. Pan did not flinch; she didn't even feel pain. Trunks could taste her blood on his lips as he moved away, continuing to move. No longer able to take it, Pan urged him to stop.

Trunks almost collapsed on top of her but did his best to hold his grip. He looked at the mark he gave her and smiled. He then leaned in and gave her the sweetest kiss ever. Pan smiled during the next set of kisses. Who knew he could be this affectionate, this perfect?

"Trunks, please." She laughed. Trunks gave her one last kiss and moved off of her, immediately trying to find his underwear. Pan reached for hers and went into the small bathroom to clean up, while Trunks lied down and relaxed. He felt so content that he did this and couldn't wait for her return.

After a few moments, Pan came out completely dressed in her normal clothing. She found the prince asleep, snoring almost. It was cute. She watched as he breathed in and out, remembering how fast those breaths were a short moment ago. She then realized she had to go now…

If she waited, and he woke up, he would try to convince her stay. Or worse, she would hesitate to leave. This was truly a perfect night, and she wanted to keep it that way for both of them. Deciding it was for the best, Pan gently kissed his lips, watching him slightly smile. She then went into the kitchen, grabbed a small piece of paper and pen, and wrote:

My dearest Prince,

Thank you for being ever so understanding. Your love is great and will forever be engraved in my memory, in my heart. I apologize for leaving as you sleep, but I am sure you will understand why. Stay humble, for that is your greatest strength. You will truly make a wonderful and noble king.

Your dearest,

Pan Son

Pan folded the letter and set her bandana on top of it, letting a small tear fall down her cheek. But no, she had to be strong. She had to get through this, and so did he. With one last look into the room, she smiled at Prince Trunks. She then grabbed her hood and took her leave…

So, I am terribly sorry this came out so late. I just could not find a way to end this chapter without some fun involved. I hope I still have some readers out there ;-;

I will start working on the next chapter soon enough and hopefully upload sooner than this one. Please leave a review. It can get a little discouraging :')

Thank you!