Okay, this is one of the last chapters of this story (the beginning of the end), I plan to wrap up this fic pretty soon, unless some crazy idea stops me from doing so. lol. It's been fun though, and the reviews are what kept me going, I love you guys.

Disclaimer- don't own DBZ, Akira does.


Three years have quickly flown past since Trunks and Goten had had their embarrassing encounters with females and their equally embarrassing talks with their fathers which followed almost immediately after. Trunks now 19 and Goten now 18 had grown into fine warriors worthy of their Saiyin bloodlines. Now on a cool moonlit evening Trunks sits atop his dome-shaped home which he had known since birth and stares off into the distance.


His cerulean jewels fed themselves to the view of the city, as the autumn winds whipped his bangs this way and that.

He had taken to the habit of coming here to the rooftop, it provided not only a good view of his neighbourhood but of the bright city lights as well; and there was always the sweet solitude, Bra rarely came to the roof, so there was never any one to annoy him.

He had come up here to clear his thoughts and get his mind off things, training hadn't worked, but maybe this would. His gaze shifted to the backyard lawn below and he smiled.

A few months ago, it had been crowded with friends and family as he celebrated his 19th year of life. His eyes then moved to the oak tree at the far end of the yard. After the birthday festivities ended his father had taken him over there for another 'talk'. Trunks' sighed; he thought he'd heard the last of those things when he was 16, well apparently not.

Flashback

"Listen carefully Trunks," his father began. "I told you the basics when you were 16, so there's no need for me to explain much."

"Oh come on, not this again." Trunks sighed.

"Quiet boy, either you shut up and listen or you deal with this alone."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"Eighteen is one of the most celebrated ages on the Earth because it signifies legal adulthood. But as a Saiyin, it's nineteen. You're now able to mate and your second rut can begin at any time after today."

Trunks looked surprised, "For real?"

"Yes, find her and she'll be yours. That will be all" he said as he walked away with folded arms.

End flashback

Trunks shook his head at the memory, which was the main reason for him being on the rooftop at this time. His father made it sound so easy; he had at no point mentioned that this female would drive him mad day and night. His 'wretched distraction', as his father would have called her, plagued his thoughts and his dreams.

Janalite

She was the source of his agony, who would have thought. Janalite.

She was his next door neighbour, young, beautiful and she'd been his age since two months ago. And in his failed attempt to block her from his mind, he had fallen into a pool of memories about her. Her deep crimson hair contrasted with her creamy skin and cascaded slightly past her shoulders. She usually wore bangs, just as he always did. Her full lips had the hint of a pout, and her fierce reddish-brown eyes seemed to pierce right through a man's heart, but in a somewhat sensual way. Her body was slender but very shapely, and in Trunks' eyes, she plump where it mattered most. If that wasn't enough to pull him in, she was feisty, adventurous, and like his mother, very fashionable, and coincidentally passionate about science. She could also be sharp-tongued, never afraid to call a spade a spade, and she happened to have a fierce temper, which her striking brown eyes made her seem even fiercer. In essence she was perfect to him; she was beautiful.

They had known each other before pre-school, being close neighbours. The Briefs' family didn't seem to have any friends outside the Z gang, but Janalite's family was the exception.

Bulma and her mother were good friends, and her father was the family doctor, Bra was her little sister's playmate and what's more, Vegeta actually tolerated their presence. So naturally Janalite and her family knew of Saiyins and their terrible power, they also know that Hercule was a fraud, and they had heard the many detailed accounts of most of the Z gang's adventures.

Trunks and Janalite had been good friends since he was twelve and so was Goten, but he had never imagined then moving past their friendship. He always saw her as the cute girl next-door, that he did homework with, and for a long while that's all she had been.

Trunks admired his beauty as much as he respected her, but that was always just about it, at least that's what he told himself. And after the incident with Tila when he was 15, he'd begun training away any feelings that could have developed.

But four months ago, she grabbed his attention. She had come over to borrow one of his mother's books, for one of her own projects, and that's when it all began.


Flashback

He didn't even see her enter the lab, but the deliciously enticing scent that filled his nostrils, and distracted him the work he was doing on a computer's motherboard.

He had noticed the sharp heightening of all his physical senses during the past few weeks. Once he used to sense people primarily by their energy signal, but now he could identify everyone he knew personally by the way they smelt- he thought it was weird, but his father said it was natural for a Saiyin.

This scent however, was new to him, and something about it seemed to stir him deep inside, he couldn't describe it, but he just knew he wanted to be closer to it.

As he looked up to identify the source of his distraction, his eyes fell a head of burgundy hair, which belonged to the loveliest female, he'd ever laid eyes on. The girl hadn't noticed him though; she was busy talking to his mother about something of the sort.

She turned her back to him, unaware of his presence, as his roaming eyes feasted on her frame. His eyes traveled past the burgundy locks, down to thinness of her waist and then further to where she broadened at the hips and then to the roundness of her lower parts. Trunks licked his lips as eyes traveled lower, further to where her skirt ended above the knees, along those creamy legs, it she was altogether beautiful...and even more so with that irritably enticing scent that broke his concentration. Janalite.

At this point, Trunks had lost track of time, he felt his blood racing as the heat began to build up inside him. A deep hunger reawakened inside him, one that had slept for three long years- the three missing years*.

"Oh hi Trunks" a voice that was a melody to his ears woke him from his crazed stupor.

He realized that she had spun around to face him, and with Saiyin speed he composed himself and replied, "Janalite, hi".

End Flashback

Since then, she'd been over at his house almost every day, helping out in the lab; she aspired to be a scientist, and Bulma had offered to mentor her along with Trunks. She was obviously attracted to him, but who wasn't, he was Trunks Briefs, and with each passing day, the tension between both of them grew considerably.

Now after four months, Trunks was about to break; his need would claim his sanity if he didn't have her as his own soon, or at least if he didn't get the hell as far away from her as possible. The second option, he knew would only be helpful for a short time though, he'd have to come back to her sooner or later.

And this was where Trunks' problem lied; they were both nineteen years old; young. Should he take her now? Would her parents approve at a union at this age? Should he leave and come back to claim her when she was older? Should he bind this girl to himself so soon when they both had their lives ahead of them? She still had two more years in college**, would now really be the best time for her to have a Saiyin mate? What the hell was he supposed to do?

Trunks growled in frustration. It was clear he'd reached the point where his body refused to resist her; her very presence awakened his senses and brought the part of him he had trained to death for endless hours back to life in seconds.

These were all sure signs that she was to be his. His instincts pointed him directly to her, and he knew she was the one, but still... was the timing right?

His father would know what to do, but of course, he was somewhere in the house with his mother, and judging from his ki signal, he had been doing things that Trunks would rather not think about.

He sighed and looked in the direction of her house. He knew where her room was and he noticed the light was on. He winced at the memory of the agony she'd caused him. He ached to feel the warmth of her delicate skin under him, the see the desperate need in her eyes...He felt the heat in his loins begin to blaze again.

'Damn you, Janalite '.

His desire was becoming more and more unbearable with each passing hour. Would he even be able to sleep tonight? She plagued his sight with her beauty during the day, and at nights she plagued his dreams, causing him to soak his sheets.

How could one woman yield so much power over his body and his mind without even touching him? He was a Saiyin dammit!!

He took a deep breath and tried to feel out his Dad's energy signal one more time, hoping that it had returned to normal. He located it, and to his relief it seemed calmer, and also a little farther away.

'In the kitchen maybe.' he thought as he took off to the ground floor.

He entered through the kitchen's glass door and he found a shirtless Vegeta in spandex shorts, gulping down a jug of orange juice.

Trunks stopped abruptly 'What the hell is that?'

His father's body seemed to be emanating a terrible scent and it made Trunks feel sick.

He scowled, 'Damned heightened senses.'

He brushed it aside and spoke, "Dad, I really need to talk to you, can we fly out somewhere."

"Where do have in mind?" he asked gruffly.

"Section 8. The cliffs. On the coast."

"Fine."

"But, uh dad, could you shower first; you smell terrible and that's putting it nicely."

Trunks had inherited his bluntness from both his parents, and they understood that, at least in private they did. Had anyone else been there, Vegeta would not have responded lightly.

However, he didn't even make a snappy remark, partly because he was alone with Trunks and partly because he'd planned on showering anyways, so he grunted and headed towards the stairs.

'So, he's found her' Vegeta smirked as he walked away, 'just as I thought.'



A/N: As you may have noticed, Trunks & Goten as mentioned will not become the crappy dweebs that GT turned them into, they live as true Saiyins should.

Love u all.

*The irony, I just couldn't resist it, Trunks was conceived in the pre-cell 3 missing years.

** Not sure how it is in Japan, but in my home country, (Jamaica), we can choose to enter college at 17 (community college at 16-like myself), and we can be out of there by ages 20-21.

So forgive for writing it according to my culture, I honestly don't know how it's done in Japan, and I kinda feel comfortable writing it based on what I'm accustomed to.