Here we go, with chapter 3, I don't own DBZ. BTW, Bra is 5, Pan is 4, I made a mistake in chap. 1. Sorry.

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He lay on the bed, propped up on his elbows and eyed her with a dangerously sexy look on his face. She stood there, tempting him. She had a beautiful body and it was all his for the taking.

"Come here" he whispered in a husky voice; she can't resist.

He took her hands in his and helped her climb onto him. "You've teased me long enough, you'll be lucky if you walk again when I'm through with you."

She smirking, "We'll see." she teased as she approached his lips for a kiss, and he claimed them hungrily.

He hardened against her inner thighs the moment their lips touched. She moved against him grinding her hips in slow and torturous rhythm. His hands roamed her body roughly, but passionately at the same. He didn't want to hurt her, he hoped he wouldn't, but this desire, this hunger, it must be sated, and he felt like his sanity depended on it. In one fluid movement he flipped her onto her back, and straddled her thighs, he ripped his shirt off and she pulled him in for a kiss again, dragging her soft fingers through his lavender strands.

"Oh Trunks" she moaned. He responded by assaulting her lips again.

This was far more than Vegeta was willing to take; the boy had obviously failed.

"Get up!" he demanded, in a dangerously icy tone.

The teenagers froze, Trunks wide-eyed with fear, dared not move, his hardened length died immediately; he knew that voice anywhere, it belonged to none other than his father, and he didn't need to ask if he was mad at him.

The chain of events that followed happened quickly. Trunks found himself being roughly pulled from her warm body, and the next thing he knew was his rump crashed into the floor.

"Go home girl- now!" she didn't need to be told twice, the terrified girl was on her heels, and down the stairs in a second.

The moment she was gone, Vegeta's onyx eyes landed on Trunks, his scowl fiercer that usual.

"Get up boy, we're going to the GR." was all he said.

Trunks didn't utter a word, he just followed the older prince, and wondered with all his life, what his fate was to be. The GR door closed quietly behind the boy; he watched his father go towards the centre of the room before he abruptly stopped to face him with his arms crossed, his scowl still eminent.

Many silent seconds passed, and neither of them said a word. Vegeta stared at Trunks, and Trunks stared at the floor. There was nothing heard but silence; more seconds passed.

Trunks finally decided that an apology would be the best way to break the dead silence between them, and so he began,

"Dad, I..."

"Quiet." Vegeta cut him off sharply.

A few more seconds passed. The scowl his father wore faded ever so slightly, but it was still there, and Trunks knew he was still far from safe. The prince took a deep breath; his next few words shocked Trunks.

"Tell me boy, what do you know of your heritage? Your ancestry? What do you know about Saiyins?

Trunks hesitated, confused at his father's words and unsure of what to say, then he answered slowly, "We're a proud warrior race, we get stronger after each battle, especially if we are injured to the point of near-death, we enjoy the thrill of a challenge, we were born with tails(**Trunks' was removed at birth**), and we can transform into the Oozaro state with our tails at the full moon, our home planet was destroyed, only two full-blooded Saiyins still exist, and the rest are Demi-Saiyins."

Vegeta shook his head, "Just as I thought, you know nothing but the basics."

"Why are you asking me this dad?" Trunks asked timidly, trying to figure out his father's motives.

Vegeta ignored his question. "You're getting weaker boy. It's because you're distracted, your techniques are becoming slack, you've become clumsy on the battlefield, and as a Saiyin of royal blood, that is unacceptable."

He paused "It has happened to me in the past, during my quest to become a super Saiyin, I was distracted by your mother."

A noticeable hint of red immediately appeared on Vegeta's cheeks, Trunks had looked up just in time to notice, seeing his father's embarrassment he quickly went back to staring at the tiled floor again.

Vegeta continued, "Before I came to earth, I was a ruthless warrior, I destroyed many planets and killed many people under Frieza, as I have told you before, I had no loyalty to anyone, I was alone. When I came to earth, and started living here, your mother...I...I...she..." he swallowed hard, and tried to ignore his pride and the impending embarrassment."...I became fascinated with her; she began to intrigue me..."

Trunks cringed, he really didn't want to hear about parents', um, intimate moments, he had faced enough sexually-related embarrassing moments for one day.

"The fact is," Vegeta continued quickly, "my fascination resulted in your birth."

Vegeta took in a deep breath; this was much harder than he had thought it would be. "What I'm trying to say is females, provide distractions, it can only mean trouble for first class Saiyins. You happen to be a first class Saiyin, and that is why your fighting techniques are becoming so pitiful....." Vegeta crossed his arms, exhaled, and continued reluctantly, he was a Saiyin elite, he could do this, and he would.

"You want to mate, don't you Trunks?"

A short awkward silence followed, that's was undoubtedly the last question he had wanted to hear.

Trunks nodded, still staring at the floor.

"Son, it's normal, but for Saiyins its different, you're of royal blood so it's more than different, it's dangerous. You see Trunks, as a prince your mate has to be well chosen, she has to be perfect for you, and there must be no one else. When you meet your mate you will know her, everything about her will entice you, even the way she smells; when you're in her presence, other things are secondary, though as a Saiyin, it's considered as indecent to display such a fact in public.

She must be the only one, the first and the last. After the first time you mate, you will find that you've formed an unbreakable, emotional bond with her.

So clearly you should not be allowing filthy whores to be all over your body. Remember, you're a warrior Trunks, and that is something I shouldn't have preach to you every day.

Furthermore, by your conduct today, you have wronged yourself and your entire bloodline; this must never be repeated."

Trunks frowned, angry at his father, 'If it was such a big freakin' deal, why didn't he tell me earlier?'

"Why didn't you tell me this before, Dad?" Trunks growled, not bothering to conceal his irritation.

"Silence boy! I am an elite warrior; my timing is, was and always will be perfect." he snapped back, his voice heavily coated with arrogance.

"Now listen, and listen well," he continued. "If you mate with another female, aside from your true mate, there will be consequences, she won't satisfy you, no woman can satiate the dreadful thirst of a saiyin's desire unless she's truly his.

She would only frustrate you; it's possible that you'd end up ripping her to shreds in a mad frenzy before she satisfies you. Your Saiyin desire, complete with your frustration, could cause you to kill her completely in your pleasure seeking."

Trunks eyes widened.

His father continued, "Saiyin blood runs through your veins Trunks, which means your most dangerous feelings are rage, pride and sexual desires. If you recall your most note-worthy battles as a child, you would see what I mean.

When you faced Buu, you used your rage as fuel to fight him, when you faced Kakorrott's boy at the World Tournament, it was your pride that forced you to fight the way you did. And now, you face sexual desire, which must also be channeled proficiently; if it isn't, it will yield a frustration that will do more harm than good.

So by now it should be obvious to you, that you could have very well hospitalized, if not altogether killed your little friend upstairs awhile ago, so you'd do well to consider my embarrassing invasion as her lifesaver."

Trunks was silent for a few seconds, and then a thought struck him, "Then dad, if mom wasn't the one for you then..."

"Then I wouldn't have chosen her; I true warrior relies on his instincts." his father replied, looking very disturbed by the very thought of what could have possibly transpired, had Bulma not been his true mate.

Trunks was relieved, but he had more questions."Dad, you're a Saiyin, that means you know how I feel, you know that all I want to do all day is screw girls, and you know how tormented I am, what do you really expect me to do?"

"I expect you to rely on your instincts, I taught you that years ago, how you've managed to forget it and still remain a Saiyin prince is entirely beyond me. Your instincts should alert you to the dangers of a common coupling, and if you had trusted them you could have avoided this embarrassing predicament. Your instincts will be your way of finding your mate eventually. What you're experiencing now is your first rut, it will pass and your hormones will settle soon enough, it's just a phase. And as you should know, the answer to most of a saiyin's problems, lie in training, and fighting, so it will suit

you well to do that in the meantime."

"Is that why when you and mom fight sometimes, you come here to the GR?"

Vegeta smirked "Like I said boy: the answer to most of a saiyin's problems, lie in training, and fighting."

"No offense dad, but I don't see how training is going to affect the way I feel, it doesn't quite add up."

Vegeta looked him square in the eye, "Training, causes the things you feel to seem non-existent provided you stay out of the path of enticing females as well, that is why it is especially important in these turbulent years of your life to train; but absurdly enough, your mother insists on you be raised as a human child, and it has done nothing but make your life harder. You must forget about those ridiculous dates and females, and focus your energy on becoming stronger, your current way of life is pitiful, and that's why you're miserable, you're not living as a first-class Saiyin should."

Trunks sighed; all of his father's theories always seemed to conclude with one course of action: training.

"Ok, dad fine, we'll train, and I won't have sex."

"As a young prince nothing less is expected." His father replied.

"So, I guess this means I'm not in trouble?" Trunks asked hopefully.

"Think again boy." his father replied. "No one screws in my private room and gets away that easily."

Trunks sighed, "Come on dad, technically, I didn't go all the way, besides what's so special about that old room anyway, do you even use it?"

"That room, Trunks, is where you were conceived, as for its occupancy, I use it as I please." Vegeta smirked as he walked towards the door."

Trunks cringed. 'I just had to ask didn't I?'

Vegeta continued his exit, leaving the boy with the reddest face he had seen in a long time. He stopped at the door and turned to him,

"Now that that's understood, you can start training. Set the simulator to 150 times the Earth's gravity and see how many pushups you can do before having to power-up, I'll be back to beat you to a pulp for trespassing in my room soon enough."

Trunks turned to face him, "Wait, where are you going?"

"For Bra."

Without another word he left the GR.


Vegeta parked the yellow hover-craft under a tree a couple paces from the large country house of Videl and Gohan.

He frowned; flying this thing had been a waste of time. Bulma had insisted on him acting normal, and transporting their younger child the safer way. In an effort to attempt to escape another one of her screeching fits, he had given in to her will.

'Damned woman.' he cursed.

He consoled himself however, with the fact that she had let him have his way with Trunks in the past, letting the boy endure strenuous training exercises, and allowing him to fight in dangerous battles, so it was only fair that he'd let her have her say with how they raised their little girl.

Vegeta mentally smacked himself, 'Since when does the prince of all Saiyins care about what's fair?'

Then a smirk escaped his lips, 'That damned woman.'

He'd never admit it, but she had definitely tamed him.

As he approached the house at a steady pace, he could feel his daughter's ki inside, when he reached the door; he gave it two small taps.

In seconds, the door creaked open and Gohan made his appearance, complete with dorky glasses and outfit, "Oh, hi there Vegeta, I'm assuming you're here for Bra." he said as his hand snaked to the back of his head. 'Why did all the clowns have that ridiculous habit?'

A grunt was the only response he gave Gohan, but it was enough, as he soon disappeared inside to retrieve the blue-haired girl.

Vegeta snorted, 'Kakorrott's son has let himself go, what a pitiful state for a warrior of any class to be in, these times of peace have really taken its toll on him...."

"Daddy!" his thoughts were interrupted as his five year old bounded out of the house and into his arms. "Is it time to go?"

"Yes Bra" he said as he turned and walked back to the hover-craft.

Bra peeked over her father's shoulder, "Bye Pan, bye Gohan."

"Bye", they replied in unison as they waved.

Vegeta put the little girl in the front passenger's seat and fastened those ridiculous safety devices across her chest and abdomen. Then he took his seat, and started the vehicle.

"Daddy, can we go for some ice-cream?"

Vegeta looked at the blue-haired girl and smiled, "Of course Bra- I suppose I could give your brother some extra minutes to live before I pound him."

The little girl just smiled innocently as the hover-croft took off towards the city.


A/N: Ok, I tried to pretty much keep it as OOC-less as possible, please hit the review button and let me know how I did. The next chapter should be out in hopefully less than day.

Thanks for reading.