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The Ties That Bind Us: Chapter Four

People passing by Capsule Corporation that night were most likely either scared away by the noise or dodging random ki blasts that shot out the windows. Onlookers described it as most likely an explosion coming from the labs. Only the few individuals inside knew what was going on exactly.

"BRAT, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BONDED WITH HER!" Vegeta grasped Goten by the throat and slammed him into a wall, ignoring the screams of protest coming from Bra. Pan and Trunks stood gaping as a ragged Goten hung from an iron like grip, face starting to tint a nice shade of blue.
"Vegeta.... I...We.... were gonna.... ask...but"
Vegeta growled, teeth bared in a rather engaging way "But NOTHING BRAT!"
At that moment Bulma came down the stairs, looking rather calm for someone just walking in on a brawl.
"Vegeta, let Goten down." Vegeta gave Bulma a glare, but obliged, releasing his grip. Goten fell to the floor, quickly jumping up and standing next to Bra, who clutched his arm. Bulma moved up next to Vegeta and laid a hand on his arm, which visibly calmed him down somewhat. He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Well, I suppose I can't kill you, seeing that if I did, I'd kill her to." Bra's face split into a wide grin and she rushed forward, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Oh thank you Daddy!" She planted a kiss on his cheek and then dashed back to Goten, clutching him by the arm and dragging him upstairs, leaving a bewildered Pan and Trunks in their wake. Vegeta stalked off, mumbling something about brats and baka women. Bulma rolled her eyes and shot Pan a knowing glance.
"You'd probably best ignore that little scene. He gets like that with all her boyfriends." She snickered in amusement before waltzing off after Vegeta.

Trunks cleared his throat, elbowing Pan in the side.
"Well.... that was...strange." Pan burst into giggles.
"Wouldn't I LOVE to be Goten right now..." Trunks looked at his watch and grumbled.
"Its only early...Wanna watch TV for awhile?" Pan nodded.
"I want to watch that movie...Um...you know..."She snapped her fingers," Runaway Bride." Trunks rolled his eyes
"Pan, that's a chick flick."
"So?"
He 'hmphed', a rather Vegeta like sound. Fine, Fine, we'll watch the stupid movie." Pan grinned and leaned up, planting a kiss on his cheek hastily before dashing into the large living room. Trunks turned a nice shade of red before following her, and plonking down on the couch beside her. Without asking, he stretched out and put his head in her lap, lilac tresses billowing out over her. Pan snorted indignantly.
"Am I a pillow now?" Trunks just nodded from his position.
"A comfy one." Pan chuckled, and let him stay the way he was, not really minding it one bit. Halfway through the movie, Pan was close to tears as Julia Robert's character yet again ran down the aisle. Trunks glanced up at her, smirking.
"Not crying over a movie, are we?" Pan lightly tugged his hair.
"Noooo..." She didn't stop tugging his hair, but settled down into a soft stroking pattern, making Trunks get a little sleepy. Almost unconsciously, a sort of purr escaped him, much to Pan's delight. She increased the pressure of the strokes, making him purr louder. Her fingers left his hair and stared tracing soft patterns down his face and cheeks. Trunks shot his hands up, grabbing her wrist in the motion. Pan just gulped and stared down at him, movie forgotten. In one swift motion, Trunks pulled her down, lips meeting in a hard embrace. Pan shifted her position so that she was now straddling him, lips working furiously on his. Once out of breath, they pulled away.
"Oh Christ...." Pan muttered, fingers flying to her lips. Trunks just stared up at her, panting. Pan moved down again, the kiss this time more gentle and tender. Trunks growled deep in his throat, tearing himself away momentarily.
"Panny.... I've been wanting to do that..." Pan nodded, breathless.
"Me too..."
"Should we stop?"
"Hell No." Trunks stood up, shifting her off him.
"Not here then. Anyone could just walk in and I don't think my dad could handle it if he found his other brat bonding with another Son tonight. Come up to my bedroom." Pan nodded her consent and he grabbed her by the hand, leading her up the stairs.

Later that night, in the early hours of the morning, Pan awoke. In the dim light, she rolled over to face Trunks, studying his face and totally content look. He had safely tucked her away into his chest, grasp tight around her, like he didn't want to let go for fear that something would sweep down and steal her away from him if he did. She gently touched the wound on her neck; twin bite marks a sign of her ownership. She ran a tongue over her ivories, remembering the taste of his blood as she had claimed him as her own and smiled, before drifting back of the sleep, meeting her mate in her dreams.

In the deep reaches of space, the evil awoke. Genetic memories, which had been planted in the inner recesses of his brain, awoke along with his body, and the evil smirked as one picture and name in particular was brought to the top of his mind.

Pan Son.

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