Author's Note: Some of you may have noticed the name change lol Well I have decided to change the title because I feel I now know where this story is headed, so sorry if it's still a little out there at the moment. I haven't gotten any negative reviews, so that's good! DBZ is not mine!
Chapter 9: You Need to Choose
Trunks woke up, reaching over to hug Pan. When he felt the sheets cold, his eyes opened. She was not in bed. "Pan?" worry started to fill him. Would she really just leave? Without saying goodbye? Trunks got up and left the room. He noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen table. Reading the letter filled him with complete sadness. "You will truly make a wonderful and noble king. Your dearest, Pan Son." As he read the last sentence, he crumbled the paper and started to cry. How could he be so stupid? How could he tell her about Saiyans? How could he let himself love her? How could he mate with her? Trunks left the kitchen to get dressed, the questions continued to pile on. Maybe she had just left... He had a vague idea of the direction she was heading to. With a wistful attitude, Trunks left the tree stump and took off to find her. He ran as fast as he could, looking for any signs that she was still close.
He made it to the border line and tried reading her ki, but it was no use. He saw the sun begin to rise. It was already morning. He realized she was long gone by now. Trunks fell to his knees and slammed his fist into the ground, causing a loud shake beneath him. He couldn't control his anger, his frustration, his… loneliness. Trunks let out a cry of rage and sadness as he felt a huge surge of power overtake him inside. The leaves on trees behind him were now being blown away by this raw power he was emitting. Continuing to release his emotions, Trunks's hair was now raised, shifting from lavender to a golden blond, his eyes from blue to green. Trunks then realized he needed to control himself. He was now heavily breathing, trying to control this power. As he calmed down, the winds slowed, the earth no longer shook. He took in a deep breath and tried reading her ki one last time. Trunks closed his eyes, tears still falling down his face. She was gone.
When Trunks arrived home, Bulla found him entering his room. It was dark still, so she would be unable to see his transformation. "I see you were gone all night, brother, and with the same clothes as last night?" She mused. Trunks glared at her and entered his room, slamming it shut. Bulla was in complete shock. What happened?
A week passed and Trunks hadn't left his room. The bots would come by his room and leave food at the door, his mother and sister hoping he would eat. He refused, only taking small portions at a time to keep himself alive.
After two weeks had passed, his father had had enough. He stormed into his room and demanded an explanation as to why he had not been eating nor training. Trunks explained his situation… to a point. He told his father that he had met with a strange woman, someone who he felt strongly connected to and didn't understand why. He told him what they had done, what HE had done. The King patiently waited for him to finish. "My, son," Trunks looked up, his eyes were green again from the pain. Vegeta's eyes widened, understanding the situation at full now. He immediately hugged his son. "My, son, I am so proud of you!" Trunks was confused now. "You have accomplished what no Saiyan has done in centuries!" Trunks still had no idea what his father was talking about. Then, the King grew serious. "You did everything right. You felt she was yours. You cannot fight your Saiyan instinct my boy. She will return." Trunks couldn't believe his father then. All he could think was that his mate didn't choose him.
2 months later, Trunks was training hard for the tournament. His father was definitely not going easy on him. He made sure to drill in every strategy he could think of to prepare Trunks. He knew he would have to fight Kakarot's prince. Trunks eventually dodged every blow his father could muster. However, Apryl came over and called out to him, "My king, my prince." Trunks lost it. He fell to the ground and let out tears of agony once more. King Vegeta sighed and forced Apryl to leave, ignoring whatever she needed to tell them. Vegeta walked over to Trunks and tried helping him up, but Trunks shoved the king away. Vegeta did not tolerate this behavior and forced Trunks to stand. There was an angry look to his eyes as Vegeta got closer. In that moment, Trunks punched his father across the face and knocked him to the ground. It was then that the king smiled at his boy with a grin on his face. "My boy! You really are a super Saiyan!" Trunks was confused at his words, but it didn't matter. All he could think of was Pan until he passed out.
The next thing Trunks knew was feeling so much anger and want. He wanted to see her, but he needed to focus. There was no point in dwelling over this anymore. She chose to leave, and that was okay with him… He just wished he could go with her…
The next few months, he had dedicated on controlling his super Saiyan form, so he wouldn't accidently reveal it to the world. Looking at the letter she had left him once more, Trunks felt a tug at his heart. As he finished reading, he realized something. "Your dearest, Pan Son." What? "Pan Son." No way… It clicked then. Pan was related to the Kakarots. She had the same last name as King Goku. That means either King Goku had a brother out there or he had another son… This was crazy! He then also realized he couldn't say a word about this. To anyone. Not even his sister. They would go search for her, and he didn't want that. She wouldn't want that… When the tournament finally arrived, his father spoke with him. "Will you be alright?" Trunks could only nod. He could not let him know he still hurt. He could not let him know he was deeply in love…
Trunks eyed Pan as she stood up. He finally saw her again, and she looked amazing. Her hair was short, a pixie haircut almost. She was so fit, and her eyes still held that passion he loved about her. She then lunged at him and threw a series of punches at him, each one he dodged with his hands. "Pan, I will not fight you." Pan growled. "Yes, you will." She tried kicking him, only to have him stop her again. The crowd was still silent, wondering why the prince was not ending this. Trunks sighed. "Talk to me first then." Pan was in shock. "Talk? Trunks, we are in a tournament!" He smiled. "We can talk." Pan shook her head. "We are in a fight. We can talk afterwards." Trunks nodded. He then jumped up. Pan took a fighting stance, waiting for him to attack. Instead, he landed in front of her… outside of the ring. The crowd gasped. They were out of their seats to see if what they saw was true. "It looks like Prince Trunks has conceded this match to Mighty Mask!" The Kakarots cheered while the Vegetans were deeply confused. Pan angrily walked away.
Trunks tried following her, but his father was already waiting for him. He looked behind him to catch Pan, but he moved to cover his view. "Are you even listening to me?!" Trunks winced. "What?" The king growled in frustration. "Did you really just refuse to fight and then concede?!" Trunks had no time to deal with his father. He knew Pan would leave again. "Father please." Vegeta punched him, making him snap out of it. "Trunks! Enough!" Trunks stared blankly at his father. "You needed to win!" Trunks wanted to cry now, but he knew he couldn't. His father would not handle his weakness well. "What the hell happened to you out there!?" Trunks took a deep breath. "That was Pan."
"And why on Earth would that make you concede…" King Vegeta grew quiet. He was angry, frustrated, unable to understand until he saw the look on his son's face. "No…" Trunks looked to the ground. "Dammit, boy, no!" Trunks winced as his yells grew louder. "Trunks. She cannot be yours! She is not from Vegeta! What did you do?" Trunks stood still and quiet. He just wanted to go. "I'm sorry, father." Vegeta sighed in frustration. "It is up to your sister now, and she only has one arm! Her genes will not heal that fast!" Trunks could only nod. Vegeta grew tired of this and left him to go check on his daughter. There was no use in talking to him now.
Trunks took off to the waiting room, hoping she was still there. She was. Pan looked up at him angrily and marched over to him as soon as the doors closed. "What is the matter with you!?" Trunks could only smile. He wanted to hug her so badly. "Why are you here?" Pan glared. "My reasons are my own."
"Please, tell me. It wasn't for me was it?"
"No." Trunks was disappointed, but he knew that would be her answer. "Are you really trying to claim the throne?" Pan huffed. "Of course not. I came for a fight and for a wish." Trunks was definitely interested. "My wish is for my knowledge only." Trunks sighed. "Pan, please. I just want to-"
"No! Listen here, Prince." Trunks felt himself grow cold at her tone. Something is different. "What we did was a one-time thing. I did it to free you. I did it to free myself. That was it." Trunks looked at her in the eyes. She became immediately flustered. "Pan, I know why you did it. I did it for the same reasons." Pan's face eased up. "You did?" Trunks nodded. He then took a step closer to her. "I want you to be happy. I know we don't know anything about each other, but…" Pan waited for him to continue. However, she watched as his eyes watered. "Trunks?" Pan's eyes widened as Trunks leaned in to kiss her. Pan couldn't help but close her eyes. She did miss him.
Trunks pulled back, too soon for her. "But I want to get to know you." Pan was too stunned for words. He really just kissed her. "Pan?" Pan blinked her thoughts away. "I can't stay." Trunks smiled at her. "But you can. I will make sure that you have all the freedom you want!"
"I highly doubt that." Trunks grabbed her hands. "Pan, if you would just give me a shot, I promise, I will make it worth your trouble." Pan shook her head. This wasn't possible. As she was about to deny his request, the door opened. They immediately back away from each other. It was Garen. He stormed into the room and got in between them. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He asked Trunks. "I was having a conversation." Garen looked at Pan. "Is he bothering you, my love." Trunks immediately looked towards Pan. She refused to look at him. He then turned to look at Garen. "I thought you were in the infirmary." Garen scoffed. "The princess wasn't that strong. Just lucky. Let's go, Videl."
Trunks was even more confused now. Did she really change lives? He knew that was her mother's name. Anger filled him as Garen grabbed her arm to walk themselves out. That explains why he felt this way earlier. He could already sense that his mate was here, that some other idiot was holding her. Trunks walked over to them and pushed Garen away. Pan turned to him, "What is the matter with you?" Trunks ignored her. He watched as Garen eyed him down. They were roughly the same height, but he had a more muscular build. It didn't matter. Trunks knew he was naturally stronger. He turned to look at Pan, at her neck. The mark was not there. What? Did he not do it right?
Garen rushed him, but Trunks easily moved out of the way. He looked at Pan. "It didn't work?" Still looking at her neck. Pan reached to cover it, looking away. Trunks dodged another punch from Garen. He then walked out of the room.
Garen regained his composure. "Videl, what did he say to you when I wasn't here?" Pan still covered her neck, feeling the makeup rub off. "He was just congratulating me." Garen glared at her. "You better not be lying." Pan shook her head. "I'm not."
Trunks couldn't believe this. He thought he did everything right. He no longer felt crazed every night since. He looked up at the sky and watched as the clouds were started to gloom. Great. The end of the tournament might get postponed now. Just means Bulla will have time to recover now. His thoughts went to his sister. He rushed over to the infirmary now. When he walked in, he found his father standing, ready to leave. Trunks kept his head down, knowing it was best to not speak.
As expected, King Vegeta paid no attention to him and left. Bulla was confused. She had a cast on her arm and a bandage on her head. "You hurt your head?" He asked as he took a seat next to her. "Apparently." Bulla bit her lip. "Trunks? What's going on?"
Trunks took a deep breath. "I found my mate." Bulla gasped. An immediate smile was on her face. "Brother! That's great news!" Others were now staring at them. "Shh! Bulla!" Bulla quieted down. "Who is she, brother? Or he?" She mused. Trunks smiled. "She, and she's Pan." Bulla was in complete shock. "What? But she left…" Then realization hit her. "Oh my god. You slept with her that night. She just left?" Trunks nodded. "Were you that bad in bed, brother?" She whispered. Trunks glared at her. "What? No!"
"Well then why is she not with you?" Trunks sighed. "She doesn't want to be mated. She only did it to help me. I told her she could go." Bulla punched him in the arm. "Ow! Why?" He was going to get permanently bruised on his arm.
"You blackmailed her into mating with you? What is the matter with you!?" Trunks tried quieting her down. The guys in the room were laughing and unable to believe what they just heard. "Bulla! I didn't do that. It was her idea." Bula crossed her arms. "Brother…"
"I swear! Ugh… I need your help." Bulla was still crossing her arms, but she was now willing to listen. He explained his current situation. His interaction with her from earlier. "You have to go with her." She said calmly. Trunks laughed. "I'm sorry, but what?"
"Trunks, I'm serious. She is your… mate," She whispered. "And she doesn't want to give up her freedom, her life, to be a settled woman." Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was coming from the princess of Vegeta. "I will gladly force mine to stay and rule with me, but that is my choice. If I were in Pan's shoes, I would force him to come with me too."
"Bulla, I can't just leave…" She waved that comment away. "Brother, you can leave. Father is pissed off enough with you that he will probably exile you anyways." Trunks gulped. "Really?"
"No, but he is pissed off." Trunks looked outside. "It's going to rain." Bulla nodded. "It would be great cover." Trunks turned right away to her. "Bulla."
"Just do it. I will cover for you." Trunks was debating this now. Would he really give up his royalty to be with someone he loved? Would Pan be willing to let him? "Don't ask her. Just do it. Go with her."
"She's in a relationship with… Garen." Bulla's mouth dropped. "I thought that wasn't possible." Trunks nodded. "I thought so too, but he called her 'my love.'" Trunks cringed at repeating his words. "I looked for her mark and didn't see it." Bulla questioned him now. "Something is up then. You definitely have to go now. Get rid of Garen." He was now surprised. "I can't just off him."
"Sure, you can. He is a nobody. She is yours." Trunks closed his eyes and sighed. He was getting frustrated with his sister and feared how she would rule if queen. But it was decided. Trunks needed to go after her. He would rush home and grab his things and take off to be with her… or at least try to be. He would be risking everything. What if his father didn't allow him back in? What if she straight up denies him and refuses to try? What if she already has a family with this guy? Those thoughts filled him with anger now. He hated the idea of her being with another man.
"Easy there, brother." Bulla was now scared as she watched her brother's eyes go from blue to green." Trunks calmed himself. There was no debating now. He was going, and he was going now. "How will you cover?" Bulla smirked. "Don't worry about it. I got this, big brother. Now go." She rustled his hair, making him back up. "Hey!" Trunks smiled at her. This would be the last time he saw his sister, his only friend, for a long time. "Just promise me one thing," Trunks was now standing, ready to leave.
"You'll let me know you're okay." Trunks nodded and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I will." He then took his leave. Bulla sighed. She looked outside and saw the first few drops of rain hit her window. "Be strong, brother."
Trunks ran as fast as he could to the exit of the stadium. The guards were there, but they paid no attention to him as he left. He looked around, trying to sense Pan's ki. He couldn't find hers, but he then tried Garen's. Surely enough, he sensed a faint ki just a few miles north from here. *Why did you choose someone so weak, Pan?* He dashed forward, hiding his own ki. If Pan could hide hers, she could definitely find his.
Pan was being rushed by Garen. "Honey, I swear nothing happened!" Garen was still angry with her. He was practically dragging her away, at least he thought he was. "Garen!" Garen finally stopped in his tracks. "Videl, he was practically all over you!" Pan glared at him. "He was, but I shoved him away!" Garen glared at her. He then backhanded her. Pan was in shock. Did he really just do that? "What is wrong with you? Ever since we arrived, you have been acting so strange!" Garen sighed in frustration.
"I'm sorry, Videl. But, we have been together for months now! I am tired of waiting. I see this prince stare at you, talk to you as if you were his! I was worried you would choose him over me." Pan was in shock. "Garen, I told you why I can't sleep with you. You said you understood!" He nodded. "I do, Videl, I do. But I have needs." He reached to hold her hands in his. Pan moved away. "You don't!" She then shoved him out of the way and continued forward. Garen followed behind.
Trunks tried controlling his rage as he watched this scene unfold right below him. He gripped the tree he was on, cutting himself with the bark. The cracking sound made Pan turn around. "We're being followed." Pan immediately grabbed Garen's hand and rushed forward. Trunks shook his head. *You can't save him, Panny.*
He leaped from tree to tree, making sure to stay quiet. Pan tried reading this person's ki but couldn't find anyone. Maybe she just heard an animal or something… Realization hit as she remembered that Trunks could hide his ki. He was strong enough to. It was too late though. Trunks was already waiting in front of them, blocking their path. He stared at Garen only.
"What the hell do you want!?" Garen shouted, grabbing onto Pan's arm now. Trunks moved his gaze to his hand and said, "Let her go." Garen smirked. "Or what? Trunks calmly walked over to him. Pan was getting worried. She watched as he walked with a strong presence. With a dignified look, he walked forward. As he got closer, Pan could see a smirk forming. He could see Prince Trunks and realized the title held merit. "Garen," She whispered, "Don't do it." It was too late, Garen rashly took off to punch him in the face. Trunks grabbed his hand and stared at him. "Do you really think you can take on a prince?" Garen glared at him. He tried taking his hand back but couldn't.
Trunks tightened his grip, making him wince. "Trunks! Don't!" Trunks ignored her. He then leaned into Garen's face, "You think you can lay these hands on my girl?" Garen's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? She's mine!" Trunks smirked at him, tightening his grip even more now. **Crunch** Garen screamed in pain as he felt his bones crushed by Trunks's grip. "Stop! Stop!" Pan didn't know what to do. She was in shock as she saw Garen's hand bleed. She couldn't stop Trunks with force; He was much stronger than her. "Trunks!" Trunks still ignored her. Instead, he leaned in close to Garen's face. "Never. Never! Lay your hands on a woman like that! On anyone!" Trunks then threw him towards a tree. Pan rushed over to Garen. Trunks crossed his arms and watched.
"Garen!" Garen was still wincing from the pain. He held onto his crushed hand; they were bleeding from bones stabbing through his skin. "You have to go back to the infirmary! They can heal you there!" Garen shook his head. "It's not a question. It's a demand!" Pan forced him up. She then stared at Trunks. She could feel his ki now. He looked like he wanted to kill Garen. Pan did not want that despite this jerk deserving it. Pan sighed. "Go." Garen looked up at her. "You're not seriously going with him, are you?!" Pan nodded. "I think it's for the best." She looked back at Trunks who was starting to walk forward. Garen tensed up and gulped. "Go, Garen. I'll hold him off." Garen nodded and immediately started limping back to the infirmary.
Once she felt he could manage his way back, Pan walked over to Trunks. Trunks now looked at her, waiting. "You can't kill him." Trunks looked at Garen struggling to stand. He was still filled with rage, but looking into Pan's eyes made him feel… happy? It wasn't enough though. He looked back at Garen and even more rage filled his mind. He kept replaying Garen backhand Pan in the face. Pan was about to explain why he couldn't kill Garen but then saw something strange. His eyes flashed green? Pan blinked. No way. That had to have been from the sun. She then looked up and saw that the sky was covered in dark gray clouds. "Trunks?" Trunks ignored her and extended his arm out, aiming at Garen who was now facing away from them. "Trunks?" She grabbed onto his other arm.
"He didn't do anything wrong!" Trunks finally answered her. "I saw him backhand you. He gets what he deserves." Pan watched his eyes change again, this time they stayed green. What was going on? Pan immediately blocked his view. Trunks sighed. "Move." Pan shook her head, extending her arms out. They looked into each other's eyes. "Trunks, please. This isn't you." Trunks struggled to hear her words. Of course, this was him. He was protecting her. He was protecting other women, children, who he would also dare to hit.
Pan knew what she had to do. She took a step closer, went on her tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. Garen turned just as she did so, watching Trunks's hand drop and Videl kiss him. Garen spit on the floor and continued walking. Whatever. He thought.
Trunks's hand went to immediately grab her waist, but she backed away. She was glaring at him now. She watched as his eyes went from green to blue again. "Are you back?" Trunks nodded. "I'm sorry." Pan then moved away from him and crossed her arms. Trunks felt like he could breathe now. He really needed to control this form… He looked up and watched Pan walk passed him. "Where are you going? The arena is the opposite way." Pan ignored him and continued walking north. Trunks reached to grab her hand, but she immediately pulled it away. "Don't." Trunks was dumbfounded. Then, he realized what he almost did. "Pan, I'm sorry." She stopped in her tracks, not turning around. "I can explain, Pan. I really can."
"I'm listening." Trunks sighed. "Saiyans have this for-" Pan turned to face him and held her hand up. "No. Enough with this nonsense, Trunks. I have had it with your 'Saiyan' crap." Trunks closed his mouth and looked down. She got closer now. "You are not a Saiyan. Saiyans are not even a thing! It was just a lie!" Trunks looked at her now. "Pan, we are Saiyans. I am telling you the truth." Pan scoffed. "We? I'm sorry, Trunks. Just because we slept together does not make me a Saiyan." Trunks shook his head. "No, Pan. It took me a while to realize it, but your last name is the same as King Goku's." Pan was left speechless. "The king doesn't have a last name."
"He does. It's just not known. My family only knows about it because we are all Saiyan." Pan was shaking her head now. "You're crazy!" She started walking away. Trunks appeared in front of her. "Pan, you cannot run away from this. You are a Saiyan. It's in your blood. This is great news!" Pan stepped back. "How, Trunks? How?"
"It means you can do all this crazy stuff I can do and more! You can even go Super Saiyan like I can!" Pan was confused by the term. "You saw my eyes go green didn't you? My hair turns blond, and I get this huge surge of power. It only happens when I'm angry though." Pan rolled her eyes, only half believing. Trunks sighed in frustration. "You really didn't know?" Pan was starting to get convinced. It would explain everything. Why her father left. Why he was so strong. Why he insisted on her getting strong… She shook her head "Trunks. I'm going home." She started walking again. She did not want this life. She wanted nothing to do with this whole "Saiyan" thing. Trunks was following behind. "Don't follow me."
"Pan…I want to try to make this work. You and I both are mated." Pan rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, Trunks. I really am, but your Saiyan thing is starting to annoy me." Trunks sighed. "It makes sense to me now, doesn't it?" Pan shook her head disbelief. She was ready to kill this guy! "There is no way though! Wouldn't that make us related?"
Trunks laughed nervously at the idea. "No, no. You're related to the Kakarot family."
"Are they not related to you guys in any way?"
"We're not. My father is from a different class rank than Goku's." Pan rolled her eyes then. "So of course, you guys think you're stronger."
"Well…" Pan watched as he trailed off. "Trunks, how do you expect this to work?" Trunks took a deep breath, hoping she would say yes, that she would agree to this like Bulla said. "I want to come with you." Pan waited for him to continue. "I know you don't understand, but I have this intense feeling when I am around you, when you are near. I was trying to fight it, but I did not know what I was fighting. That night we spent together… it confirmed everything. I wanted to be with someone I knew nothing about…" Pan tried interrupting, but he stopped her. "Wait. I know. You and I have no idea who the other is, and I do understand that, but I want to know you, Pan. I want to learn you. I want to know why I want to be with you." Pan looked down. "You can speak."
Pan glared at him. "Well of course I can speak! What do you take me for? A peasant?" Trunks waved his hand frantically at her and shook his head. "That is not at all what I meant! I just meant it was your turn." She sighed.
"Trunks, you are telling me that you are so desperate to be with someone that you are willing to leave your kingdom. You are willing to abandon your family. You are willing to take this chance."
"I am." Pan sighed again. "Alright. We will try this, but I want one thing clear." Trunks was now filled with joy, but he was restraining himself from hugging her. "We are not a couple. We are not lovers. We are just friends, if that, who are on an adventure if anyone asks." Trunks did not hesitate to agree to these terms. He was excited that she agreed. "Another thing, you do know you are being very pushy for someone who has already been told no?" Trunks was confused. "I'm sorry, but you were the one who wanted to sleep together that night. It was your idea." Pan blushed. "Well yeah… but not to be in a relationship!"
"I told you it would only work if we mated, and you agreed." Pan gave up. She knew it was the truth. More so, she was a little excited to have the Prince of Vegeta by her side. She did feel something inside of her every time she went near him, which is why she was so nervous when he decided to sit next to her at the tournament. It was a strange connection that she felt, but she did not want to be forced into it.
"Let us go then." Trunks nodded and followed her down the path she led. He stayed behind her since he had no idea where they were going. "Are you really going to forfeit the tournament?" Pan shrugged. "I honestly joined for a good fight. Unfortunately, you didn't prove worthy enough." Trunks chuckled. "We can spar later. I'm honestly curious at how much you have improved." Pan blushed.
"So am I really a Saiyan." Trunks nodded and was now keeping pace by her side. "I'm positive you are. It explains everything." Pan looked forward. If she really were a Saiyan, then that would mean her father was a lot stronger than she thought…
"So where are we going?" Pan blinked away her thoughts. She then realized he was following her blindly. "I was headed home now, but I now realize you have nothing on you, but your clothes." Trunks shrugged. "I can always purchase what I need once we hit a town." Pan laughed. "Oh, I am so sorry your majesty, but there are no towns for miles." Trunks stopped in his tracks. "Are we just traveling through the forest then?" Pan nodded and continued forward. "I have a few rations on me, but we will need those for emergencies. You can hunt right?" Trunks said nothing. "Haha! Poor prince. You will surely know what living free is really like." Trunks smiled at her words. He was actually eager to learn.
He had spent his whole childhood in a palace with no friends but his sister. Whenever they would sneak into the village, his father would always receive word and bring them back. It wasn't until they were old enough to understand that he started letting them go out on special occasions.
Pan was trying to figure out how she was going to explain this situation back at home. She had left with Garen and was now returning with a prince. Not that his royal status mattered to them but still. She had a reputation she needed to hold there in order to keep things straight. She needed him to understand that she was in charge… The two continued walking until they finally arrived deeper in the forest. The trees were a lot thicker and green. There was more wildlife that he could hear so clearly. It was beautiful.
"What do you mean he's gone!?" Bulla winced as she told her father the news. They were alone in the waiting room now since everyone had been defeated. "He had to go father! It was the only way to keep our secret safe!" The king marched back and forth, "Do not lie to me, Bulla! I know he left with Pan!" Bulla gulped and froze. "I figured out that they mated and now this idiot has taken off with her!" Bulla was holding in her breath now. She had no idea that her father knew. *Thanks for making this so much easier, brother…* Vegeta was now kneeling in front her, making direct eye contact. "Bulla, you brother has abandoned us. He has abandoned his kingdom the moment he left." Bulla knew what was coming next. She was already healing at a rapid speed, but her arm was still broken. Because of the rain, the fight is postponed until tomorrow, giving her plenty of time to heal.
"You must win." Bulla could only nod. She didn't want to rule Kakarot. She wanted to rule Vegeta. It was her home. Trunks was supposed to win Kakarot to spread the kingdom. She had no choice though. She had to defeat Prince Goten to satisfy her father.
King Vegeta stormed into his box where Queen Bulma was seated. "What's wrong honey?"
"Your son left." Bulma went wide eyed. "What do you mean he left-"
"He took off with that damn girl you set him up with!" Bulma crossed her arms and glared at him. "Are they mated?"
"Yes, but…"
"Then what is the issue?" Vegeta was trying to control his rage. "She is not from here, woman! She is from Kakarot! She is a Kakarot!" Bulma was now stunned. "How do you know this?" Vegeta sighed. "King Kakarot let it slip that he has another son, older than Goten." Bulma was shocked now. "So, is she the grandchild of Kakarot?" Vegeta nodded. "I doubt she knows since Kakarot's brat took off when she was very young, but this was not the plan…" Bulma cocked an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Vegeta hesitated to tell her the truth, but he knew he had no choice.
"The girl has no idea who she is. She has no idea of her blood. I was going to have her stay in Vegeta and use her." Bulma was still confused. "I was going to bring her up as our own and use her to take Kakarot." Bulma gasped. "How on Earth were you planning on accomplishing this?" Vegeta shrugged. "I had known she was living in Vegeta for quite some time now, but I never made a move until I caught her stealing from the people. I then made the decision to let her live with us. The goal was for her to get comfortable with the kids. We were to adopt her into the family. Once she was completely loyal to us, I would tell her of her Saiyan lineage and begin training her. Then, she would be used to take the throne under the Vegetan name." Bulma shook her head at him. "What?"
"You know you could still do this right?" He was now confused. "I don't think you understand that our son, the prince of Vegeta, and Pan, the princess of Kakarot have taken off to who knows where." Bulma smirked at him. "If you would accept their relationship, then there would be no hassle. Pan would still marry into our family and still be used to take the throne for Vegeta." The king had no words for his brilliant queen. He was actually impressed that she was trying to help him… until he remembered her condition.
"My love, while this plan may still work. I have no contact with Trunks." Bulma waved her hand at him. "He will come back." Vegeta was unsure now. Being mated meant you would do anything for your loved one. It was a stronger loyalty than a regular relationship. "We shall see then." He was now worried that Bulma had other plans she was not telling him. The woman was smart, but that brain of hers could pose a problem real soon. Now, he could only hope that his son doesn't make things worse for him.