WARS

By: LonesomePan-Chan

Chapter 6

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"You can join me if you like," Trunks stated as I walked into the bedroom from the attached bathroom. He had showered in another bathroom somewhere in his other chambers. He wore boxers, and a shirt for politeness I guess.

"No thanks, I'm not tired," I said stepping as far away from him, watching him untrustingly, I couldn't help notice the strength in his legs, the muscled arms, and muscled chest just covered by the loose shirt.

"There is nothing else to do, so might as well just chose your side of the bed," he said laying back against his pillowed headboard.

"Why can't I just have my own room, you have many of them in your chamber," I asked crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"You know my conditions, so don't start with this again," he frowned laying fully down on the bed, looking to the ceiling instead of to me. I frowned angrily shutting my mouth tight, he was right. This was one of his conditions and I had agreed to them, so I bit my tongue.

"Sleep where you want, I'm not use to have company stay all night, so be honored you are the first to stay the whole night," he scoffed smirking over to me, by turning his head slightly. I allowed my shoulders to slouch as I dragged my tired legs to the opposite side of where he lay. Pulling the covers angrily I slid myself in feeling him follow suit.

"Sweet dreams, Panny," Trunks whispered before drifting off into sleep after clapping the lights off. I turned my back to his sleeping form, feeling my tired body catching up with me, trying to get me to sleep. I fought it off for about 20 more minutes, just hearing Trunks' calm steady breathing.

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I opened my eyes not remembering closing them. Sitting up in a sitting position in the huge comfortable bed, I looked over to Trunks' form finding him facing me, just watching me like you would your pray.

I shivered able to see his eyes a sky blue color, even in the dark. He had taken his shirt off leaving his chest bare. I looked down to his face to his muscled chest, lower to his flat muscled stomach, to his belly button following a faint trail of hair lower to the perfect 'V' curve of his upper waist. His tail wasn't around his waist so I figured it was provably lying lazily behind him.

I couldn't travel lower, not from shyness however, but because of the heavy blanket covering everything else.

My raven colored hair was loose waving down my back all the way to my lower back; it covered my butt? I realized in a shock I was nude, with the blanket against my chest covering most the important parts.

"Where's all my clothes," I asked panicking, looking around the room franticly but not getting up. Their was a burning feeling in between my legs, that wanted, needed Trunks to satisfy, but I made my eyes move around the room looking for the clothes I had been wearing before I fell asleep as second ago.

"I don't know," he whispered huskily moving the bed as he moved closer to me. I turned to him watching him with need as he came closer, and closer till we were only nose-to-nose. He somehow managed to keep his manhood and legs under the blankets covered away from my sight. I closed my eyes feeling his breath over my lips, hoping to 'Dende' that I wouldn't see his privates, because if I did I really think I wouldn't be able to control myself.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked opening my eyes again, looking him straight in the eye. He smirked shrugging his shoulder, smirking at me teasingly, as if knowing he knew something I didn't.

He moved to the side of my face, down my neck drinking in my scent deeply. I allowed a sigh to leave my mouth as I felt him come even closer. Our bodies almost touched, but he was still an inch away, only a breath away, almost touching me but not yet. I craved his touch craved it like you crave the air you breathe, or the food you need to survive with.

I growled as he moved away, farther from me. Smirking at the disappointing sound I made, Trunks moved back to me reaching over and taking my upper arm forcefully pulling me to the middle of the huge bed, making me lay all the way down.

He pulled the sheets violently away from my chest, throwing them just to the side of me daring me to reach over to them against his obvious demand in keeping me bare for him.

Instead of reaching for them however, I wrapped my arms around my chest and tried to cross my legs, so I could hide everything important.

He growled bringing my attention to his body. Naked in all his glory I found what I had been looking for, but had been blocked from my view by the thick blanket, previously. His manhood stood in attention long thick, and very hard. He was huge; the last time we've been together I hadn't paid attention, because as I looked at him now I had made an injustice in disregarding his manhood when I thought of him.

He pulled my arms away from covering my breast, and pulled them both over my head, holding my wrist there with one hand. The other went down the line of my body, all the way to my secret place, down to my thighs where he pulled them apart far enough to move in between them. I couldn't help not struggle.

He held me down forcefully, I whimpered feeling a small tinge of fear making me shiver. I couldn't think straight, my brain completely shut down I believe, and I felt as if everything was clouded.

"Please, Trunks, I can't do this, I can't think." A clear thought at last.

He leaned over biting gently just over my left side breast. "Then don't think, and lets fuck… no more talking," he groaned pushing against me, but not yet in.

I groaned as I looked up at him, before he just disappeared, but I still felt his weight his touch. I couldn't see him though, but I could feel him where he had been before he just banished. I still couldn't move my arms.

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I opened my eyes not remembering closing them, finding Trunks on top of me again. I gasped struggling against him a little. We had been in a dream, but yet we were in the exact same place we had dreamed. It must be a side effect for bonding as mates.

We were naked. I couldn't understand it, how could it have been a dream but we were naked, were could our clothes be. I looked up at Trunks' face and realized he was planning to finish what the dream put into process. I can't say I disagreed, but still the principal stood in my way.

"Get off of me," I said slowly struggling against his hold on my wrist, and trying to get him away from between my legs. He frowned down at me shaking his head. Lowering down he licked the side of my neck where the mark he had made me was still trying to heal. Biting down sharply on my neck wound he drew a little blood swallowing it all down.

I moaned, closing my eyes in ecstasy; it felt so good. My hips unconsciously trusted up to try and meet his, but he smartly and teasingly move up and away also, but never enough for me to close my legs.

His face moved lower leaving a wet trail from his tongue. I wiggled, and let giggles burst out of my mouth against my own will; he had passed over a very ticklish spot.

Trunks bit the upper side of my left side breast again, harder this time, just this side of drawing blood, and my body went passive, calm. It was as if he'd hit a switch I didn't know I had. When he pressed himself inside me, he was slick. He pinned me down on the bed and slid inside me, one tight inch at a time. It was that he was long so much as he was wide; wide enough that it was just this side of pain to have him work himself inside me, even with me being so wet.

He pushed until most of him was inside me, and there was a stopping point. Then he began to draw himself out, slowly, so slowly. Then in again, slowly, still having to push himself, to work to make room for himself inside me. I lay under him, passive, unmoving. It wasn't like our last time, I moved during sex both times. But I didn't want to move, didn't want to stop, and there was no thinking, just the feel of him moving in and out of me. I wasn't as tight now, and my wetness had given way him the ability to move more smoothly in and out of me. He was gentler, but he was so big that even gentle was almost overwhelming. He came to the end of my body before the full shaft of him was inside me. I would feel him bumping against my cervix at the end of each stroke. Most women find having their cervix bumped painful, but some women find it pleasurable. His size was intimidating, but when I realized it didn't hurt, in fact that it felt wonderful, a part of me that was still sane, still keeping track of some safety measures, relaxed and shut down.

"Do you want me to stop, now?" I head his voice come out deeper, huskier. I shook my head opening my eyes, which I couldn't remember closing. "Slower?" he asked.

I shook my head, trying to get a breath to talk, but he was so overwhelming. "Harder," I finally squeezed out.

He thrust into me so hard and fast it tore a scream from my throat and brought that new part of me that was my saiyan sex drive raging waves of heat that rode my body and spilled out my mouth.

He'd stopped. "Are you alright?"

"Don't stop. Don't stop!"

He never asked again. He drove himself inside me so fast and hard that it left me gasping, unable to catch my breath. Small, helpless noises fell from my lips, spaced with the words. "Oh, Dende, yes, yes, Trunks!" Every time he thrust as far as he could, smashing himself inside me, it rode that fine line between overwhelming pleasure and pain. And just as the pleasure began to turn to pain, he'd withdraw, and I'd be able to breathe again. Then he'd thrust himself inside me again, and it would start all over again.

It felt like he filled me up as if I were a cup until there was nothing inside me but the feel of his body, the feel of his flesh pounding into mine. It was tight, thick, like he'd plugged a hole with his body, and would never let it go. That sense of fullness inside me grew, grew, and spilled over me, through me inside me, and tore out of my mouth in ragged, frantic screams, as my body spasmed around him. And it was only then that his control slipped away, letting me know that he had still been gentle. His control went when he did, his hips thrusting in me all the way in exploding inside me.

When we were finished and he allowed his weight to come down on me, him still inside me, his arms hugging me around the waist, I started to cry. He didn't know what to do, but stay still where he was, and listen to my sobs. I let Trunks hold me, even if he was the cause of my problems. I felt his heart pounding, and I wept. We were truly life mates.

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Trunks had held me till a call came from the front the front doors of his chamber. I watched him as he moved to get up and leave the room without glancing in my direction once. I curled up, reaching for the blankets to cover myself, and maybe sleep my sadness.

He put on his spandex suit, and a royal chest plate before leaving the room. I began to shake feeling the desire to scream, kick, anything, but stay still, crying. But I didn't, I even stopped crying feeling the anger finally come. Now that he was out of the room, away from me I could feel my usual independence come back, stronger, with a rage so bitter it made me smile through my tears.

I crawled out of the bed tripping in the side edge, and falling to the ground. I tangled in the sheets trying to get out, but unsuccessful for a few minutes. Finally after giving up I powered up more than I intended and ripped the sheets away from my body.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Trunks had run back to the bedroom door, but he wasn't alone.

"I'm trying to get to the bathroom," I said distracted, not even giving a shit that two grown males were watching me, naked, trying to get to the attached bathroom. I finally managed to stand, and I did finally look over to an angry Trunks who had pushed a gawking Tapion away from the bedroom door.

Trunks rushed into the door, just as I tripped and almost fell to the ground. He caught me just in time, and half carried me; half dragged me to the bathroom.

"What's wrong with you," he asked angrily picking me up fully. With one hand keeping me up from the ground, and the other turning on the warm water of the bath.

"Need any help, Prince Trunks," Tapion asked from the bedroom door, not daring to come in the bedroom against Trunks' orders.

"No, go back to my father and tell him I'll be there in a minute," Trunks called laying me in the tub slowly.

"No, let him stay with me," I said softly almost drowsy. "I need company," I sighed allowing my tired body to rest in the warm water. I didn't care anymore, not at the moment however.

"Pan what's wrong?" Trunks asked ignoring my previous comment.

"Get away from me," I said each word clearly without stuttering making sure he heard it all. He moved away without me having to repeat myself, I was glad because I think I would have screamed if he hadn't.

"I have a meeting with my father right now, I'll come back to pick you up for lunch once I'm done with him. I'll send someone up to help you in anything you want, and a change of clothes is in a few of the bedroom drawers. I'll see you soon," he stated walking out of the bathroom awkwardly.

I hated myself for wanting him to stay with me. I hated myself for wanting him. I hated myself for even thinking of him when he wasn't with me, when I was asleep, when I need someone. I hated it all, and I blamed it all on me. I don't know if this was a side affect of bonding, but all I knew was that if I got too attached to that asshole my life would be hell, truly hell for my state of mind. I don't know if I would survive.

I made up my mind becoming even more determined to leave as soon as the time span he had put was over. What happened between us was nothing, I needed to relieve my need, and he helped; that was all.

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AUTHOR NOTES:

I can't think of someone thing real good right now, that's why this chapter isn't as long…Don't worry next chapter I'll try to make more things happen, and longer. REVIEW!