Hmm alright, I decided it was time to finish this fic up. Soo here it is.. One of the last chapters. I don't know how often I'll be updating this one because I really like my other one, The Lives We Lead, and where I'm going with that. So, here it is, chapter 7.

Chapter 7 - Royalty - The Dungeon

Pan followed the guards down the dark steps to where no one in their right mind asked to go. But she had been caught in the moment, caught with the thoughts that she wanted to be with this man. This man that, from what she knew, was a sworn enemy of her family and her soon-to-be mate.

The little torch gave barely any light as they continued to walk down. Finally, the ground evened out and the guard walked down a long, damp hall, stopping at a large wooden door. He pulled out the keys and opened the door. Then, shrugging his shoulders, he motioned for her to go inside.

~ Pan's POV ~

I walked into the cell with as much confidence as I could muster. It was dark and damp. I couldn't see until the guard put the torch in it's holding place on the wall. Then I saw him. Sitting in the corner, head on his knees, shirt half torn and not even bothering to look up.

I walked over to him. I stopped when I heard the door shut, making my decesion final. I knelt beside him and put my hand on his shoulder.

He looked up and those intense blue eyes filled with joy as he grabbed me in an embrace. But then he abruptly pulled away.

"What are you doing down here," he said rambling, "This is no place for you."

"I'm here," This makes me sound like a lovesick moron… "I'm here to be with you."

He obviously couldn't find any words for an answer, so instead he put his hand under my chin and kissed me. Softly at first but all the same full of passion. My arms instinctively went around his neck, when his arms encircled my waist. He made it more intense. My knees started going weak, my brain wasn't really comprehending what was going on. He pulled away, both of us breathing heavily.

I bit my lip. Not because I was angry or anything, but I was nervous. I didn't understand how this was all happening. So fast and, in my father view, so wrong. But to me, it felt right.

"Come on," he pulled me with him to the other side where there was a small bed, "We both need sleep."

"You're wounds.." I reminded him, looking at his half clothed chest.

"Will heal," he stated simply."

"Not without tending to."

"Let them be."

"Trunks, they need to be cared for."

He rolled his eyes. But, like he did the last time, gave in. I thought about what supplies I had to help him out a little. Then an idea came to me. I got up from my seat next to him on the bed and walked to the door. Banging loudly, a guard soon came and asked what I wanted.

"I need some sort of medical supplies."

There was a grunt and the sound of fading footsteps. Then they returned. Then bolt opened and the door slid partly open, a bag was thrown in the room along with a blanket.

"Thank you," I said to the slamming door.

Taking the new supplies I sat down next to Trunks once more. Putting the blanket behind me, I turned to him.

"What," he asked hiking an eyebrow.

"You," I said sarcastically, "Are very hard to take care of. Take the rest of your shirt off."

"Make the patient do all the work, eh?"

"Well, if you'd rather, I'll rip it of for you," I laughed, so did he. At least this wasn't as uncomfortable as it could be.

All of his wounds had band-aids and what not on them. He certainly had enough of them. I thought of ways to get back at Goten for it. The thought of gotten brought the thought of my father. I was furious at both of them. But it didn't matter. What mattered right now was the fact that I was here, in a dungeon, with a man that I had met this morning and after dinner proclaimed that I loved and to top it all off, we both knew we were bonding. Wow, great day.

~ Trunks POV ~

"Pan," she seemed so deep in thought, but she had just sat there for minutes, starring into nothing and not moving.

"Oh," she came out of her little daze, "Sorry, just thinking."

"Well now that you've had the pleasure of taking care of me," I said sarcastically, "let's go to bed."

"Sounds like a plan."

I laid down and she laid next to me. I was hesitant but I slowly put my arm around her, she turned to face me. At first I was kind of startled, afraid she might slap me for touching her or something. But instead a smile graced her features. I smiled back and kissed her.

Soon I found myself lying on top of her, my kisses trailing along her neck. Her neck, the thought rang in my head as my instincts took ahold of my body. I gently bite her on the nape of her neck. I didn't realize it at the moment, but she was doing the same thing to me. My kisses trailed their way back to her lips….

Oh come on, you know where it goes from there!!

Until next time! Laterz