Seductive Abduction: Not Steadfast Enough

Notes: Dears, please... if you're going to insult me, spell everything in your flame correctly. I can understand criticism, but if you couldn't see what was about to happen, and you couldn't figure it out from what the summary and other chapters contained.... I guess that's your own fault for subjecting yourself to reading "THAT CRAP!" Did I put a gun to your head and make you read it? No. And so, if something I've written isn't something you want to read, fine. But just because you don't like the way it turns out, that doesn't give you the right to needlessly bash on my writing. And now, thank you to Kelly Neptunus for the kind review! I'm glad to know someone thinks this fic is worth the time I put into it.

Warnings: may be a bit of citrus in this here chapter, that means things of a sexual nature, even if they aren't hardcore and extremely detailed. Don't feel like writing a lemon for this chapter. Maybe... if anyone wants to read one, I'll stick one in here somewhere later. So, be warned and don't tell me stupid things like "you're sick" etc, etc...





"Where in the hell did that boy get to?" Vegeta mumbled to himself. He'd walked through the back rooms of the tavern several times, each round making his worry for his son-although he'd never admit it to anyone-increase drastically.

"Vegeta, what's goin' on?" Bulma asked, leaning around the door and glancing into the room where her husband stood. This was the room where Trunks liked to train when he wasn't tossing people out of the establishment. "Where's Trunks?"

"How in the hell would I know, woman? If I knew, would I still be looking for the brat?!" The Prince asked somewhat angrily. He was obviously frustrated.

The blue haired woman looked hurt, she hated it when he yelled at her. He'd gotten so good at not doing it anymore. Something must really be upsetting him, now... "When was the last time you saw him?"

"I don't know..!" Something lit up behind the saiyan's dark eyes. He grabbed Bulma by the arms, careful not to grip too hard. "That woman! The blonde! The one he had a drink with!"

Bulma blinked. "Wha..? Oh, her. What about her?"

"I saw him go outside with her! I don't know how she did it, but the bitch must have knocked him out somehow! Kami, woman, do you know what this means?!"

Bulma blinked again. "It means some whore has stolen our son?"

"EXACTLY!" he said loudly, setting her down on her feet.

"So... what do we do about it?" she asked, confused about her husband's sudden burst of energy.

"We find the broad, kill her, and bring our son back to where he belongs." he said solemnly, heading out to get his jacket and dragging Bulma to the car.



~*~

Two weeks had passed, and Trunks was starting to cave. Eighteen had been chipping away at his self control, day by day. The boy was steadfast, but a man could only take so much before the temptation was too great. He kept telling himself that he couldn't want her. He shouldn't want her, but he did. There was nothing other than an animal attraction to the blonde bombshell that he couldn't ignore.

At least... he hoped against hope that was all it was. He'd let her have her way with him... again. She sat beside him, rumpled bedclothes wrapped around her curvaceous form as she gave him a very Cheshire Cat-like grin. He let out a very relieved breath and folded his hands behind his head, his tanned skin standing out against the off-white color of the sheets. He couldn't help wondering what she planned to do with him once she got bored.

Surely, it would have to happen sooner or later. That thought was almost troubling to the demi-saiyan. He'd become accustomed to being here, with the android and her brother. They didn't treat him badly. In fact, they treated him better than his own parents often had. They made sure there was always an ample supply of food in the house, no mean feat when trying to feed a teenaged demi-saiyan. They were almost like an odd sort of family.

Trunks didn't quite know what his role would be if they were to call themselves a family, and he really didn't care. He'd wanted to get away at first, and then he reassessed the situation. What was there to want to get away from? He had a gorgeous woman who wanted nothing other than to use him for her pleasure, and he had all the food he could eat. Sure, the concept of freedom had gone through his mind a few times, but he knew that if he really wanted to escape, he could.

He was brought from his thoughts by the gentle touch of Eighteen's fingers trailing over the smooth planes of his heavily muscled chest. He made a sound not unlike a purr, feeling like a large, sleepy cat having their belly rubbed. She bent down to press a soft, appreciative kiss to his forehead before getting up and heading from the room- sheet wrapped around her- to take a shower.

He vaguely wondered if his parents were looking for him. Trunks rolled over on his side, his eyes slowly closing as he drifted off to sleep.