Okay, I've decided to make this a multiple couples deal, not sure if I'm
gunna have a little T/P action yet, but tis a possibility, maybe T/18???
*Grin* anywho, I'll have to figure it out if I ever get any reviews -_-
*whimpers* BTW, thx to my reviewers: *Ryoko*TP and Deece, first two
reviews!
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Trunks yawned a little bit as he slid on his dress armor; his life since coming to Vegetasei had been tiring to say the least. He'd never known how much his saiyajin half wanted to train and battle until he came here, his father was right, he probably would have been stronger without his mother's influence. Trunks frowned, his mother had died of cancer a few years ago, it was unexpected, and after she was diagnosed it only took a few weeks for her to die.
He frowned and put past times out of his mind, today he was going to become the saiyajin-no-oji, and his father would finally take the throne. Trunks smirked, a day to remember. He pulled his long (nearly to the small of his back) lavender hair back out of his face and gathered it into a low ponytail. Saiyajin women seemed to have an attraction to long hair, or maybe because he was the second strongest being here.
One of his servants, a gray skinned alien with big silver eyes and light blue hair stuck her head in the door, "Master Trunks, you're expected at the royal palace soon, your father would be disappointed if you were late"
Trunks nodded and gave her a smile, she only bowed and left, he would probably never get used to having so many serv-slaves, not servants, slaves. He grabbed the black cape that matched his body suit and jumped out the open window of one of the upper stories of his personal palace, as he flew at nearly top speed, he tried to fasten the cape, but by the time he reached his usual landing spot, a courtyard in the middle of the palace he'd only halfway finished putting on the demandable thing.
He was wrestling with the stupid thing for about five minutes when a feminine voice burst out laughing behind him. He'd known that laugh for far too long, "Panny!" he growled as he spun on his heel to find the younger warrior doubled over laughing. She was wearing the classic blue body suit; even if it was cut lower that it had probably been originally. He shook his head, Pan had changed a lot since moving here, she'd even gotten her tail regenerated to fit in better.
Since the 'Return' as most of the population called it, not having a tail was actually a sign of power, because 'only' too Super Sayajins neither had tails, the masses just simply supposed that when you reached that high a level your tail wasn't needed. For the most part they were right, though he was surprised that his father hadn't gotten his tail back.
Trunks was very quickly 'whapped' back to reality by a punch in his shoulder. "Stop daydreaming about my body Trunks-kun", Pan said with a wink
"Anyone who was thinking about -your- body needs to be dragged out into the street and torn limb from limb"
That earned him another playful punch, 'Damn she's getting strong' he thought to himself looking at the shorter woman in front of him. She was Super Saiyajin too, though she tried to hide it, he didn't know why.
"So, Trunksie, are you looking foreword to today?" she asked with a grin "You get to be PRINCE Trunksie-chan" she said in a taunting voice.
"Damn, did anyone ever tell you that you're really, REALLY annoying?" growled Trunks.
"I believe that you did" retorted the raven haired demi-saiyan. She sighed, realizing that he hadn't figured out how to attach his cape yet. With a little shake of her head she batted his hands away and fastened it for him. "You're pathetic Trunks-sama" she said tauntingly and offered an exaggerated bow. She smirked and headed into the palace, her heeled boots clicking on the floor tiles.
Trunks watched her back as she went, mesmerized by the movements of her hips and by the way her tail swayed with her movements. 'She isn't THAT much younger than me.' he thought to himself. True, to saiyajin a few decades wasn't 'that much longer'. But he quickly shook himself; this was little Panny he was talking about! He watched her grow up. though. that was a long time ago. He had to admit that she was surprising well endowed for a woman who spent most of her time fighting.
Pan smirked a bit, she could feel the purple haired demi-saiyajin's eyes on her back. She knew how most of the z-fighters thought of her, that's why she was here. To be saiyajin, that's all. In a lot of ways, she was more saiyajin than human, so she fit in here. Though she was probably about as strong as Trunks, she hadn't tried to advance in ranks; she was very simply a middle-class warrior. Still able to go out and get into a bar tussle, it was. fun. Her grandmother would completely spaz if she knew what 'Sweet little Panny' was up to.
As she walked down the halls of the palace, she realized very quickly, that she had NO idea where she was going. On her trips to the palace she usually just stuck to the training areas, she'd never been anywhere else inside the. as she now realized, huge palace. She frowned and looked back the way she came. 'Maybe Trunks can show me where to go.' she though, chewing her lower lip. Then, realizing that she'd never live down getting lost, just continued.
She continued down the tall ceilinged hallways, getting more lost by the moment, but her pride wouldn't allow her to stop and ask for directions. so instead she just wandered around her eyes on the large tapestries depicting saiyajin history and battles. Her eyes were glued on one of the older ones as she walked past, saiyajin riding on the backs of some odd 3-headed dog- like beasts, when she ran strait into a wall. Or she thought it was a wall, looking up she realized that she'd managed to run headlong into Vegeta. "Vegeta-san! Am I glad I found you!" Pan said, excitedly, now she could follow him. she didn't need directions, haha!
Vegeta blinked at the woman in front of him. Short black hair, since she had her head bowed slightly, as was respectful, he couldn't see her face. he didn't recognize her. With a grunt he said, "What are you doing here, woman? How the hell did you get in here?" The woman turned her obsidian eyes up to him, and narrowed them. She folded her arms under her breasts and glared daggers.
"Vegeta. stop being an idiot"
The prince stared at the young woman in front of him. no one spoke to the saiyajin-no-oji like that! NO ONE!
"Listen to me you little wench, when I find out who you are"
"You know who I am, I didn't think I'd changed THAT much." She practically screamed at him.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the short woman before him, then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little ways. Then let go, and walked around her, slowly, then once he was finished his inspection, he folded his arms and frowned.
"No, I don't know who you are".
She made a fustrated sound, and rolled her eyes. "I'm Pan"
"That's nice"
".. I'm Kakkarot's Brat's Brat."
"Oh!".. "You should have told me that"
Vegeta scrutinized her again. She didn't look much like the rest of her family, except that expression resembled the one that Kakkorot's woman made before she hit the idiot over the head with a frying pan. She'd cut off her hair, it was now cut to her ears and spiked. so she wanted to fit in. His eyes trailed down her body. lingering for a moment on her chest, a smirk spread across his face, then he continued down, noticing her tail. 'She really is more saiyajin than the rest of her family' he thought idly to himself.
With a frown he pryed his eyes from her body and walked past her. "Come on, woman, no used in wandering around lost"
He heard a little yelp from behind him and footsteps quickening to catch up with him.
Trunks yawned a little bit as he slid on his dress armor; his life since coming to Vegetasei had been tiring to say the least. He'd never known how much his saiyajin half wanted to train and battle until he came here, his father was right, he probably would have been stronger without his mother's influence. Trunks frowned, his mother had died of cancer a few years ago, it was unexpected, and after she was diagnosed it only took a few weeks for her to die.
He frowned and put past times out of his mind, today he was going to become the saiyajin-no-oji, and his father would finally take the throne. Trunks smirked, a day to remember. He pulled his long (nearly to the small of his back) lavender hair back out of his face and gathered it into a low ponytail. Saiyajin women seemed to have an attraction to long hair, or maybe because he was the second strongest being here.
One of his servants, a gray skinned alien with big silver eyes and light blue hair stuck her head in the door, "Master Trunks, you're expected at the royal palace soon, your father would be disappointed if you were late"
Trunks nodded and gave her a smile, she only bowed and left, he would probably never get used to having so many serv-slaves, not servants, slaves. He grabbed the black cape that matched his body suit and jumped out the open window of one of the upper stories of his personal palace, as he flew at nearly top speed, he tried to fasten the cape, but by the time he reached his usual landing spot, a courtyard in the middle of the palace he'd only halfway finished putting on the demandable thing.
He was wrestling with the stupid thing for about five minutes when a feminine voice burst out laughing behind him. He'd known that laugh for far too long, "Panny!" he growled as he spun on his heel to find the younger warrior doubled over laughing. She was wearing the classic blue body suit; even if it was cut lower that it had probably been originally. He shook his head, Pan had changed a lot since moving here, she'd even gotten her tail regenerated to fit in better.
Since the 'Return' as most of the population called it, not having a tail was actually a sign of power, because 'only' too Super Sayajins neither had tails, the masses just simply supposed that when you reached that high a level your tail wasn't needed. For the most part they were right, though he was surprised that his father hadn't gotten his tail back.
Trunks was very quickly 'whapped' back to reality by a punch in his shoulder. "Stop daydreaming about my body Trunks-kun", Pan said with a wink
"Anyone who was thinking about -your- body needs to be dragged out into the street and torn limb from limb"
That earned him another playful punch, 'Damn she's getting strong' he thought to himself looking at the shorter woman in front of him. She was Super Saiyajin too, though she tried to hide it, he didn't know why.
"So, Trunksie, are you looking foreword to today?" she asked with a grin "You get to be PRINCE Trunksie-chan" she said in a taunting voice.
"Damn, did anyone ever tell you that you're really, REALLY annoying?" growled Trunks.
"I believe that you did" retorted the raven haired demi-saiyan. She sighed, realizing that he hadn't figured out how to attach his cape yet. With a little shake of her head she batted his hands away and fastened it for him. "You're pathetic Trunks-sama" she said tauntingly and offered an exaggerated bow. She smirked and headed into the palace, her heeled boots clicking on the floor tiles.
Trunks watched her back as she went, mesmerized by the movements of her hips and by the way her tail swayed with her movements. 'She isn't THAT much younger than me.' he thought to himself. True, to saiyajin a few decades wasn't 'that much longer'. But he quickly shook himself; this was little Panny he was talking about! He watched her grow up. though. that was a long time ago. He had to admit that she was surprising well endowed for a woman who spent most of her time fighting.
Pan smirked a bit, she could feel the purple haired demi-saiyajin's eyes on her back. She knew how most of the z-fighters thought of her, that's why she was here. To be saiyajin, that's all. In a lot of ways, she was more saiyajin than human, so she fit in here. Though she was probably about as strong as Trunks, she hadn't tried to advance in ranks; she was very simply a middle-class warrior. Still able to go out and get into a bar tussle, it was. fun. Her grandmother would completely spaz if she knew what 'Sweet little Panny' was up to.
As she walked down the halls of the palace, she realized very quickly, that she had NO idea where she was going. On her trips to the palace she usually just stuck to the training areas, she'd never been anywhere else inside the. as she now realized, huge palace. She frowned and looked back the way she came. 'Maybe Trunks can show me where to go.' she though, chewing her lower lip. Then, realizing that she'd never live down getting lost, just continued.
She continued down the tall ceilinged hallways, getting more lost by the moment, but her pride wouldn't allow her to stop and ask for directions. so instead she just wandered around her eyes on the large tapestries depicting saiyajin history and battles. Her eyes were glued on one of the older ones as she walked past, saiyajin riding on the backs of some odd 3-headed dog- like beasts, when she ran strait into a wall. Or she thought it was a wall, looking up she realized that she'd managed to run headlong into Vegeta. "Vegeta-san! Am I glad I found you!" Pan said, excitedly, now she could follow him. she didn't need directions, haha!
Vegeta blinked at the woman in front of him. Short black hair, since she had her head bowed slightly, as was respectful, he couldn't see her face. he didn't recognize her. With a grunt he said, "What are you doing here, woman? How the hell did you get in here?" The woman turned her obsidian eyes up to him, and narrowed them. She folded her arms under her breasts and glared daggers.
"Vegeta. stop being an idiot"
The prince stared at the young woman in front of him. no one spoke to the saiyajin-no-oji like that! NO ONE!
"Listen to me you little wench, when I find out who you are"
"You know who I am, I didn't think I'd changed THAT much." She practically screamed at him.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the short woman before him, then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little ways. Then let go, and walked around her, slowly, then once he was finished his inspection, he folded his arms and frowned.
"No, I don't know who you are".
She made a fustrated sound, and rolled her eyes. "I'm Pan"
"That's nice"
".. I'm Kakkarot's Brat's Brat."
"Oh!".. "You should have told me that"
Vegeta scrutinized her again. She didn't look much like the rest of her family, except that expression resembled the one that Kakkorot's woman made before she hit the idiot over the head with a frying pan. She'd cut off her hair, it was now cut to her ears and spiked. so she wanted to fit in. His eyes trailed down her body. lingering for a moment on her chest, a smirk spread across his face, then he continued down, noticing her tail. 'She really is more saiyajin than the rest of her family' he thought idly to himself.
With a frown he pryed his eyes from her body and walked past her. "Come on, woman, no used in wandering around lost"
He heard a little yelp from behind him and footsteps quickening to catch up with him.