A/N: I must apologize for the long wait. It could not be helped; my exams have had me down for a while. I'm so sorry. Well here goes the final chapter.

And BTW the way for those of you who are fed up of the silly errors I make, which I never notice until long after the story has been published, please refer me to a 'beta-reader'. I'm actually not sure what that is, but I've seen people mention them in author notes and in reviews, and I'm assuming its some sort of software or something. But if you know anything about it at all, please PM me, so I can make my stories better and easier to read. Thanks a lot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.


On the Cliffs

The waves lapped wildly at the rocks below, and their collision with the borders of the rugged landscape was the only thing to be heard apart from the humming of the winds, and for those with sharp ears, perhaps the distant sounds of the city.

The tiny islet was simply a large cliff and consisted of little else but a few trees, unkept grass and of course sharp rocks. The coastal border of West City was only a mile away to the east- four miles away from the Briefs' residence.

There, two figures stood facing each other in the dull lighting of the moon.

"Well?" Vegeta's rough voiced questioned. "If I remember clearly, you had something to say."

Trunks exhaled, "Yes. It's think it's time. I've found her."


Vegeta's heart swelled with pride, but he tried desperately to make the smirk look like one of amusement instead of having it show his true emotion. His son, the crown prince, had found a mate, and at such a young age, since Saiyans naturally outlived humans by many years, the earlier they mated, the more time they could spend together.

"Uh Dad, don't you have anything to say to me?" Trunks' voice pulled the older prince from his thoughts. "I said I found her."

"And?" Vegeta questioned.

"And, I don't know what the hell to do. That's why I asked you to come all the way out here"

Vegeta's smirk faded, as his face relaxed into its usual stoic expression. "What do you mean boy? Didn't I tell you what to do when you were a child?"

"Yes, but...well. It's a lot more complicated than you made it sound."

Vegeta scoffed, "What's so complicated about taking a woman to bed, and receiving sexual satisfaction for once in your life? It's a simple formula that will grant you a lifelong mate."

Trunks scowled.

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't know what to do?" Vegeta mocked. "You seemed to have a pretty good idea when you brought home that whore three years ago"

"Dad!" Trunks retorted. "That's not what I meant, why are you mocking me?"

"Wrong, you are making a mockery of yourself" Vegeta responded. "You're a Saiyan, and furthermore a prince, claim the woman and get on with your life, how hard can that be?" he said callously, purposefully ignoring how complicated is was for him to truly turn aside from his cold ways and accept the fact that he was in love with Bulma.

Trunks sighed "Well, since you flew all the way out here, you might as well listen to all I have to say. The girl is Janalite, you should know her, she lives..."

"I know who she is, so forget the formalities and get on with it."

Trunks decided to speak quickly; his father's patience was not to be challenged, not under any circumstance.

"Anyways, I want her now, no, I need her, but she's 18, and still in school, so I can't take her as my mate. Besides her parents are never gonna agree with that, they don't even understand Saiyan nature, but she's driving me crazy, I need her."

Vegeta scoffed "I can't believe you made me travel all the way here just for such a trivial matter."

Trunks' face hardened and his tone became ice-cold "What do you mean trivial? She's my mate."

"No, she isn't because you've become too concerned with unnecessary rubbish to claim her for yourself."

Trunks shook his head, "I knew you wouldn't understand."

"And I thought you would." Vegeta shot back.

Trunks frowned in confusion.

"I told you to follow your instincts, no I taught you to follow your instincts when you were still a boy, so I must assume that that is what you are doing. If your instincts tell you to betray your mind and your body, and to worry over this bullshit, instead of taking the woman, then it is no longer my concern."

"Why can't you see my logic? Is it that hard to understand? She's in school; she's 18, I can't take her as my wife."

" Use your petty excuses to cover up your fear, if you want,[ the choice is yours.

Trunks jolted at his father's words, unable to respond to the truth in them, he stood with his mouth open, unable to form his words.

Vegeta continued, "Yes boy, I have you all figured out, you place all these barriers in front of you and claim that you can't, when in fact you can, but you're afraid. Afraid of what I once considered as a 'weakness'. You know your attachment with this woman is unbreakable, you know how vulnerable she can make you, you know the pain that only she can bring, and you're allowing it to hold you back."

Trunks stared off into the darkness of the watery depths below, still unable to speak. His father was right, he was scared.

"There was one other thing you should have been told, but I chose to wait until you had found her. Now that you have, perhaps you should know."

Trunks' head shot in his direction. "What?"

"The claiming of a mate is always preceded by fear." He said in a low tone.

Trunks eyes widened as he came to the realization of his father's words. Had it been the same for him? Perhaps it had been worst; his father had never really been good when it came to feelings.

"Go Trunks; take what is yours, before your fear deprives you of it forever."

Trunks nodded as his father turned to take off, he was never one to linger.

"Dad" he called. "Thanks."

"Hn", was all he got in reply, but it was more than enough.


Minutes later

Trunks landed softly on the lawn, exactly below window of his neighbor's house; her house. The night wind whipped at his bangs, violently, as he silently contemplated how he was going to go about this, especially without her parents finding out. Lost his thoughts, he barely noticed the presence of a familiar energy signal nearby, until the source of it spoke, "Trunks!"

The young prince flew around in a split second, only to find himself face to face, with the source of his torment. Janalite. How had he not sensed her? And more so, how had he not smelt her? His thoughts were seriously clouding his mind.

"Trunks." she repeated. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing Jan." was the only response he could come up with. "It's getting late, why aren't you inside?"

"Well, Mr. Briefs, as much as I appreciate your concern, you happen to be the one that landed in my yard, so I deserve and answer from you first." she stated, pressing her palms firmly against the curves of her waist, "What are you doing here?

"I actually wanted to see you."

"In my backyard, at night?"

"I wanted to think things through before I approached you."

"Oh, I see."

"So why are you here?" he asked.

"Well it is my backyard Trunks."

Trunks smirked, didn't she remember how easily her could read her."Jan. Tell me."

She sighed "I needed to think, I guess."

"About?"

"Stuff" she said, as she slowly moved towards a rosebush that stood nearby. Walking over, she pulled one to her nose before picking it.

Holding it to her face, she continued, "A lot has been on my mind."

"Tell me, tell me what's on your mind."

The redhead stared at the large red flower she'd stolen from the plant, cupping it in her palms, "Well, you, I guess."

Trunks smirked, "Well that's coincidental."

Janalite gasped as she felt a shift in the wind around her, as his toned body pressed against hers in an instant.

"What kind of things were you thinking about me?" he said brushing his lips against her ear and sending a chill down her spine.

"All sorts of things" she answered quickly, perhaps too quickly as his strong arms encircled her waist.

Trunks felt her heart rate rapidly increase and questioned softly, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No." she almost shouted. "I mean no, I'm fine," she said sinking into his embrace.

"It doesn't seem that way, you should try to relax."

"I'm surprised, that's all, you've never really held me like this before, I always wondered if you would."

Trunks smirked, "I can do it as many times as you want."

"Is that so?" she questioned. Gaining more confidence, she pressed her body into his. "What else can you do?"

"A lot" he responded. "Whatever you want"

Then without warning, Janalite pulled his arms apart, and turned to face him, "How long are we going to flirt for Trunks? Will we ever move past this?"

Trunks chuckled, "We're already moving past this." he said as he brought her into his arms again, facing forward this time. "You're the one that said I've never held you like this before, and now I am.

"But why tonight?" she asked. "What's different now?"

"Tonight is different because I've decided... I've decided that you are the one, the only one."

Janalite gasped, and he took the opening for a kiss. Their first kiss. Gentle at first, simply caressing her lips and begging for more, and then deeper, and fiercer.

Seconds passed, as they continued to feed each other kisses, each enjoying the taste and feel of the other. Suddenly, gripping his locks, she pulled his face from hers to catch her breath, "I think, I've decided too, Trunks."

Trunks smirked before she pulled him in again. Leaving his lips, this time she trailed kisses across his jaw, along his neck and finally rested when she reached his collarbone.

"Trunks" she breathed. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Janalite"

"Please. Don't leave me alone."

"Janalite, do you understand what you're asking me to do?"

"I know exactly what I'm asking you to do." she responded. "The question is do you want to..."

"I've wanted you for so long, Jan..."

"But?"

Trunks exhaled, as his arms tightened around her form. "You know how we Saiyans are, Janalite, especially royalty, I've told you..."

"I remember" she answered.

"Then you know you won't just be Janalite anymore, if I follow you," he continued "In the morning, you'll be a Saiyan's woman, for the rest of your life."

"I know." she said softly.

"Do you accept this, Janalite? Are you ready?"

"Trunks, I've been ready for far too long."

At the sound of those words, time froze, and what followed immediately after exists only as a vague memory to Janalite. Somehow, he had managed to take them back into her room, undress them both, and place both their nude bodies on her bed. Though she was unable to calculate how he did it so quickly, she left the matter unquestioned, as she felt herself being assaulted by the passionate fiery kisses of her half-alien lover once again. Falling under his spell, she could do little more than softly breathe his name, as his slender fingers roamed her body skillfully, turning her brain into a pile of mush. His body seemed envelope hers as he made her feel things she'd never dreamed existed.

And then, all too soon, much to her annoyance, the warmth of his body disappeared as he separated from her momentarily.

"Janalite, listen to me." she heard him say. "This is where you decide, tell me to stop, it's now or never. I..."

"Trunks, I'm sure." she said as she pulled him back to her.

"Good" he said huskily; that was the last thing her mind registered him saying, as she lost herself in the arms of her eternal lover.


A/N: First of all I want to thank all of you for reading, supporting/reviewing my story. Trust me, it means a lot to me. Love you guys.

I enjoyed writing it, and I even made a friend in the process (Racy Nucleoli).

However, I did want it to go out with a bang, unfortunately I didn't achieve that bang and I'm sorry if I've disappointed you. But thanks again for reading. It means the world to me.

Love,

Sani.

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