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My Love For You Is Insatiable

Trunks looked into the cell where she was. She hadn't noticed his presence yet. Pan was slumped against the wall, staring into space.

Her time is drawing to an end he thought before sliding open the bars of the cell. Pan looked up at him, her slash still there. He smiled. If a wound didn't heal within three days, then it would become a scar. And it was.

"Just kill me Trunks," she murmured.

"Why?"

"I'm tired of waiting," she lied.

"Liar, you just can't stand the pain!" he exclaimed, before pulling her up roughly by the arm to study her eyes.

I don't see fear in her eyes, or even hate. But what's that? Do I see regret? And forgiveness? he thought.

Pan could see that he was confused.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked.

"Because," she began, "I was a fool. I was acting like a tyrant. I didn't think, I should never have gone to help them in the war and seen you, I wish I didn't have the heart to think like that!"

"Whatever. Just to let you know that I am going to let you go back to hell in less than twenty-four hours. You can bet on that," said Trunks. He dropped her to the ground and turned to walk out before looking back at her.

Pan looked at him.

"I'll be back here in twenty hours time. I think four hours will be long enough in peace…"

Kakarott appeared. He looked at his surroundings and gasped. It was so green and lush! He could see water and mountains. It wasn't like that on Vegeta-sei when he had been alive. He was on Earth.

He knew what he had to do. He put his fingers to his head, pictured in his mind a small orange sphere with four stars on it and disappeared. He opened his eyes. He was on top of a dome that floated in the sky. A voice called to him.

"Who are you?"

Kakarott turned around to see a small green fellow who he recognised as a Namek.

"What is a Namek doing on Earth? Isn't there humans here?" asked Kakarott.

"I am the only Namek here except for my counterpart Piccolo," he answered, "my name is Kami, who are you and why do you seek the Dragonballs?"

"Huh? You know I came here for them?" Kakarott asked.

"Yes. What is your name, Saiyan?"

"My name is Kakarott. I am dead and was told of the Dragonballs from someone called the Supreme Kai. I need them to grant two wishes for someone in need." (A/N: The Earth Dragonballs can grant two wishes in this fic……)

"You have a pure heart so you may use them. But not all wishes can be granted: some are too powerful for the Dragon to grant," said Kami, leading the way.

"Dragon?" asked Kakarott.

"Yes."

Kami stopped at began to talk to a small black person who then went off.

"Mr. Popo will get the Dragonballs for you Kakarott."

Kakarott looked around. The structure they were on was very different to any of the structures on Vegeta-sei. He had used the Namek Dragonballs to revive Pan and Trunks and had decided to wait to use the next two wishes on Earth. It was time to do that now. His stomach growled in hunger and his cheeks went flushed. Kami didn't seem to notice. Kami called Kakarott over to him and showed him the Dragonballs. Their beauty awed him.

Kami put them on the ground together and they flashed, "Eternal dragon, I summon you forth, Shenron!" cried Kami.

Kakarott took a step back as a bright flash of light came out of the Dragonballs and rose into the sky that had turned dark. When Kakarott opened his eyes, his jaw hit the floor. It was a dragon, a huge dragon at that. Kami turned to him.

"State your wish clearly or it might go wrong."

Kakarott cleared his throat. The dragon spoke, "What is your first wish?"

Trunks sat thinking on the roof of the palace. It was night on Vegeta-sei and the stars illuminated the sky brilliantly. His hands were behind his head. In less than twelve hours, he would be in the cell with Pan. His stomach knotted up at the mentioning of her name, his heart pounding faster and his head swarming with pictures. She had ruined his life. He was a saiyan Prince, believed to be strong in both strength and intelligence, but she had overridden him, seducing him with her touch and soul and then going for the kill. He was lucky to be alive; how he was alive, he didn't know.

He wished she hadn't come back with him. Trunks' heart ached. He had loved her, but had been rejected in a way he thought was almost at the same degree as the rejection of a bond. It was in that excessively. He had also begun to bond to her. She was mad, a saiyan female in hallucination. He was grateful that the moon hadn't been in parallel with the sun causing an eclipse, or their saiyan instincts would have gone berserk and caused them to have sex until it was over.

He didn't notice that tears had begun to well up in his eyes…deep down, he was hoping that it was all a dream, that she was still the one who he thought she had been. He was still in love with her.

But it had to be done…she had to go.

"Shenron, I wish to turn back time on Vegeta-sei to an hour before my Granddaughter killed the Prince," said Kakarott.

"I cannot do Vegeta-sei alone. I must turn back time in all of the planets in that part of the galaxy," replied Shenron.

"Then that is my wish."

Shenron's eyes glowed for a moment and then he spoke: "Your wish has been granted."

Pan was thinking of her mother when she felt it; the pull of energy around her. She wondered what had happened before the scene around her changed. It a matter of seconds, she was in a vortex. Around her were scenes of recent events: what happened in hell, the killing before she closed her eyes feeling the wind around her. It stopped.

Pan opened her eyes. She was in a bed. Looking at her surroundings, she noticed she was back in her room, the room she had slept in at her stay with Trunks. She looked down at herself. Her spandex wasn't torn and her hands weren't bloody. She looked into the mirror. The scar on her face was gone. She heard a bleep and looked to the clock. It was 1am exactly. She remembered the scenes of the past that had whirled in front of her eyes and realised that they were now actuallyscenes of the past.

Pan gasped.

It was one hour before she would go and kill Trunks.

"What is your second wish?" asked Shenron in his deep voice.

"I need to do another wish, but I don't need it until another week at the maximum," said Kakarott.

"I cannot wait around for a week. I will sleep for now and the next wish can be used in the next three days."

And with that, Shenron flashed gold and went to the sky before the flash of light separated into seven and vanished. Kakarott turned to Kami.

"I will be back here soon to use the second wish." And with that, he used Instant Translocation.

Pan gasped as her Grandpa appeared next to her. He looked to her as she flung her arms around his neck.

"Grandpa, what did you do?" she asked him.

"I helped you," he replied.

"I've gone back in time Grandpa, so shouldn't there be another one of me here?" she asked him.

"You haven't gone back in time, Pan: time has gone back on you. Time has gone back so that you can put things right. Only you know what has happened. Trunks hasn't been killed, he still has feelings for you. He will be killed in an hour, but because you know that he is innocent, he won't be killed and you can live happily ever after," said Kakarott.

"But that means that Sheik is still alive! We're going to have to fight her," said Pan.

"Yeah. You remember how no one came to help when you felt Sheik's power? That's because only you and Trunks could sense it."

"That means Trunks and I will have to wake the others up to help fight Sheik…but will we be strong enough? You had to fuse to do it!" said Pan.

"Take these," and he put two small objects into her hand. They were small earrings, "Saiyans with the same strength and height will be able to fuse using these earrings."

She looked at the earrings before recognising them as the earrings Kakarott and Gohan had used to beat Sheik. She gasped.

"If we have gone back in time, then Trunks can't turn SS4," she said.

"He'll still achieve it, I'm sure of it."

Pan smiled at her Grandpa when she remembered what he had said, "You were right Grandpa! You said that it wouldn't be an ending like before. Thanks you so much."

Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Go, when it is time and defeat Sheik. She thinks you still think Trunks killed us so there shouldn't be a problem."

Pan smiled when she realised something.

"But won't Trunks die when Sheik dies? He's still connected to her," said Pan, knowing that it wouldn't turn out right after all.

"If you tell him how you feel before Sheik comes and you recognise the bond between you two, then he will connect all of himself to you without Sheik knowing. He can't be fully connected to two people at once. He was connected to Sheik fully, and to you partially but yours will become stronger," said Kakarott.

Everything would be okay, unless anything else happened.

"Don't think that you'll live with the guilt and knowledge of what truly happened because you won't. It will be as if you never planned revenge in the first place…"

And with that he slowly vanished and disappeared making Pan wonder exactly what he had meant by the last sentence.

The clock seemed to be ticking so slowly that it was as if it wasn't ticking at all. Her heart beat in anticipation for the moment. She loved Trunks, nothing in the world could deny it or take the feeling away from her. It was just the battle ahead that worried Pan. Even with the earrings she had a strange feeling inside of her that told her something would go wrong. This battle hadn't happened, so the outcome was unknown. But what would come would come, and she would have to meet it when it did.

The clock clicked over to 2am. It was time.

Pan got up, put the earrings down her boots to keep them safe and looked to the night sky outside. Stellaneve was out tonight. It was her birth star, the star that was the brightest in the sky when she was born. It would help her tonight. A thought came to her. It had been out when she had killed Trunks: it hadn't given her courage then. But it had given her regret. It would help her feelings tonight.

She stood in front of his door and opened it. She saw Trunks. He was sleeping like Pan remembered. Walking slowly up to him, she couldn't help but love him even more. He was so kind, loving and gentle: why hadn't she seen it before?

She knelt down and caressed hi face with her bare hands. He stirred.

"Trunks…" she whispered. He opened his eyes and knelt up on his forearms.

"What are you doing in here so early in the night Pan?" he asked gently, laying his head back down.

She stared into his eyes and he stared back. It was so meaningful. She lowered her lips to his, surprising him and gently kissed him. He kissed her back gently. It was not of lust or of raw savaging passion, but filled with meaning and love. Trunks sat up and ran his hands through her ebony hair that was soft to the touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up into his lap. He broke the kiss and gave her long pecks on the lips that made her moan in need. Pan ran his hands through his short locks that she had grown to adore so much when he began to kiss her chin and jawbone, while keeping his hands on her waist. He captured her lips once more and they broke apart to catch their breath.

Pan looked at him while caressing his hair.

"I need you," she moaned to him.

Trunks looked deep into her eyes.

"Why?" he asked, wanting to know.

She touched his face and leaned forward to kiss his ear before whispering out of breath:

"I love you."

"Do you mean that?" he asked, holding her close. Pan could feel his hot breath on her neck. The worlds he was saying meant so much to Pan. It was finally the way it was supposed to be, the way destiny should have happened.

"Yes…" she replied.

Trunks pulled her head back from his shoulder and studied her face before slowly leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips. It was sealed. Not by the physical, nor by the spiritual; but by the mental. They knew their feelings for each other; their destiny; their lives. She deepened the kiss, taking in his taste for real this time, no motive behind it. Trunks began to kiss her neck, making her whimper in a way she had never before. She didn't want it to end, but she knew it would. Sheik would be arriving any moment, and if something went wrong, it might be the last time that she ever kissed Trunks.

They felt it. Trunks broke away and looked out of the open balcony door, Pan doing the same. Trunks lifted Pan off him and went to look at the night sky.

"It's here," he said, "the strange feeling was true. It is an enemy, but only one. Still, it's powerful."

He went inside to get changed into his spandex while Pan looked for herself. It did feel the same as Sheik. She went back inside and saw Trunks putting on his boots.

"Isn't there an alarm or something to signal battle?" she asked him.

"There's only one being so if we get the whole elite it might be chaos. My Dad and I will probably fight this battle, but the alarms should have still gone off to warn the planet: to get everyone indoors. I've either can't feel it or they're just dense," he said, "their ship must be cloaked. There isn't any activity either."

"Maybe only you can feel it! And I can feel it too because…because we're bonded," she said. Trunks walked up to her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Pan, you're the one I want to mate with, the one I want to have my children, the one I want to die with. You're different to all the other female saiyans; you actually care about me," he admitted, "We're probably the only ones to feel the ki of the enemy."

"You better wake up your Dad then," she said, running her finger along his cheek.

He nodded, "Stay here, I'll be back."

He left.

Pan looked out from the balcony again. It had begun.

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