Two Hours Later:
Trunks had been giving Peach her space—as he had always been taught; however, he figured it was time to try to talk to her.
When he went to her room, he could hear her lightly panting and saying his name over and over again.
"What's going on in there?" Trunks asked himself.
He knocked but received no answer—so he just decided to go in.
When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Peach with her eyes closed, a light blush across her face, legs spread, and her hand down her panties.
Trunks knew he shouldn't be watching her, but he just couldn't look or walk away. Instead, he walked in and shut her door behind him.
"Peach?" Trunks asked, startling her.
"Trunks? I was just—" Peach started, becoming flustered.
"It's ok; it's perfectly normal. I'm sorry I just walked in and disturbed you." Trunks sincerely said.
Peach didn't say anything; she just lay there, blushing.
"I'll just leave." Trunks said as he turned around.
"No! I mean—please stay with me." Peach said, blushing even more if that were even possible.
"What do you want?" Trunks asked, looking directly at Peach.
"I want you to mark me as your own. And then—and then I want to try to..." Peach tried to say she wanted to try to make love, but she couldn't stop stammering on.
"Peach—are you saying what I think you're saying?" Trunks asked, looking at his future mate.
"I would like to try to make love—" Peach said, pulling her hand out of her panties.
"Are you sure?" Trunks seriously asked as he stood there.
"Yes, I'm sure." Peach said, sitting up.
"Do you want to stay here or go to my room?" Trunks asked, looking at Peach.
"Your room?" Peach asked, looking at Trunks, blushing; her cats were all over her bed in a heartbeat.
"Ok… Come on." Trunks said as he walked over to her before picking her up bridal style.
"Trunks—" Peach squeaked as she held onto Trunks.
Bulma just so happened to be walking past the hallway when she saw Trunks walk out of Peach's room with her in his arms; she had wanted to talk to Trunks about something or other. However, she decided to wait.
"Are you ok; you look really pale." Trunks said once he laid Peach on his bed.
"Mmmhmm—just a little nervous is all." Peach replied.
"Ok—but you feel a little warm." Trunks said, unsure as he sat next to her and felt her forehead.
"Am I?" Peach asked, confused.
"A little—I don't think this is a good idea right now—" Trunks sighed, looking at her.
"Oh, but please, Trunks. At least can you mark me—so I can be yours?" Peach asked, begging him as she sat up a little.
Trunks just sighed before gently pushing her down to the bed. He could tell she was not well, but he would at least mark her as his so that others could not touch her without his permission.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked when he saw her looking up at him with a worried look on her face.
"Yeah—just a little scared." Peach softly said with a smile.
"You sure you want to do this?" Trunks asked, leaning over her.
"I want this more than anything." Peach honestly answered, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"I love you. But there is one thing I want to do before causing you pain." Trunks said before leaning down closer to her.
"I love you too." Peach said, putting a little pressure on his shoulders, pulling him down a little; she knew what he wanted—in a way.
Trunks smiled before gently kissing her.
However, after just a few short seconds, their kisses became more hot and heavy as Trunks grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her up to him.
"Tru-nks—" Peach started.
"Yes—what is—it?" Trunks asked in-between kisses.
"Can't breathe..." Peach managed to get out.
"Sorry." Trunks said, pulling away from her; she just smiled up at him, breathing deeply.
"I love you." Peach said with a smile and pink flush running across her cheeks.
"I love you too." Trunks said as he removed her bangs from her face; she felt hotter than before.
"Are you ready to be marked?" Trunks asked after a few seconds.
"Yes." Peach answered.
"Ok—we need to get your shirt off." Trunks said, helping her sit up a little.
Once her shirt was off, Peach fell back to the bed.
Just looking at her, Trunks knew exactly where he was going to mark her. There was a spot just above her collarbone that he saw; it was just screaming at him.
"Do you think when it's time, your dad will be gentle?" Peach asked, fear evident in her voice; she didn't want to have sex with Vegeta. And, although she really wanted to, she was nervous enough to have sex with Trunks.
"I don't know… I really wish I knew the way to keep that from happening." Trunks sighed as he placed a hand on her face, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears that were falling from her eyes.
After a few minutes of just staring at each other, Trunks leaned down and gently kissed her lips before slowly moving down her neck.
"Trunks…" Peach giggled as Trunks left butterfly kisses down her neck to her shoulder.
But all the giggles stopped when Trunks spoke up.
"I'm sorry." Trunks simply said before biting into her soft flesh; he held tightly onto her hand, locking his fingers with hers while his other hand held her hip.
When Peach felt Trunks's teeth sink into her shoulder, she held onto his hand just as tight as he held hers; her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she held onto him.
Trunks was expecting to hear her screaming and crying, but she bit her lip to keep from screaming; she didn't even gasp. She was, however, shaking and crying; tears were just streaming down her cheeks.
Now and then, she would arch her body a little and knock her head back with her mouth open—but no sound ever came out.
'Hold on, baby—just a little longer. You're doing so good.' Trunks thought to himself as he held onto her a little more firmly.
Meanwhile...
Vegeta had just finished his training for the day and was walking down the hall when he heard Peach and Trunks talking; then he heard her giggling.
*Sigh—* 'She's a cute girl and all—but she's not my Bulma. And, that's exactly what she is—just a girl. She's much too young for me. I don't see what my dad, grandfather, and all the others were thinking.' Vegeta thought to himself as he watched his son and his son's young future mate through the cracked-open door.
He was just about to leave when Trunks bit into Peach's shoulder. But when he didn't hear her scream or cry, Vegeta just stood there watching in shock; he couldn't move.
"Hey Vegeta, what's going on? You're not watching them have sex, are you? Vegeta? What's wrong?" Bulma asked, concerned when she seen her husband just standing there in utter shock; she had only seen him like this a few times since she's known him.
"Vegeta?" Bulma tried again, this time placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Shhh!" Vegeta hushed after he jumped a little; he didn't hear Bulma walking up to him.
"What's going on?" Bulma asked in a whisper.
"The boy is marking his mate." Vegeta whispered back.
"Why do you look so shocked; you knew this day was coming." Bulma whispered back.
"I know that; but listen. What do you hear?" Vegeta sternly asked.
"I don't hear anything." Bulma calmly answered in a whisper.
"Exactly. Do you remember how it felt when I marked you?" Vegeta asked, looking at his wife.
"Yeah; it burned like hell." Bulma answered, rubbing her neck as she remembered.
"What did you do as soon as I bit into your neck?" Vegeta asked right away.
"I started screaming?" Bulma asked, confused; she had no clue what he was getting at.
"Exactly; you screamed. The girl isn't screaming—or even crying. She should be screaming or crying. This isn't normal." Vegeta said as he and Bulma both watched the event unfolding in front of them.
"She looks like she wants to scream..." Bulma whispered, confused.
"So why doesn't she?" Vegeta asked, somewhat annoyed.
"I don't know..." Bulma said in disbelief; she couldn't believe her husband was obsessing over this.
After a few minutes of just watching, Trunks finally pulled away from Peach; she was panting heavily.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, concerned, watching the tears run down Peach's flushed face, watching her breathe deeply in and out, watching as she softly smiled up at him; she nodded her head in response.
She sat up, hugged him, and buried her face in his shoulder; he could feel his shoulder becoming wet from her tears.
"Thank you." Peach said softly, with a smile, as she held onto him
"I love you too." Trunks said with a smile as he placed his chin on her head and held her in his arms.
All of a sudden, they heard his parents.
"Vegeta, don't. Just leave them be." Bulma said right away.
But it was too late.
"What the hell was that?" Vegeta asked, bursting through the door.
"Dad?! What the hell?!" Trunks asked, shouting at his father as Peach quickly covered up with a blanket; she was, after all, only in a bra.
"What was that?!" Vegeta asked again, still yelling.
"What on Earth do you mean?" Trunks asked in shock as he got Peach's shirt for her.
"He's trying to figure out Peach didn't scream when you marked her..." Bulma said in a bored tone.
"I don't know—and I don't care—" Trunks started to say.
"Well, I do!" Vegeta shot back.
"Why? Why do you care so much?" Trunks asked, becoming annoyed.
"Because she's supposed to scream or cry; your mother screamed! When Saiyans mark their mates, it's supposed to be a searing pain. I could see that she wanted to scream; so why didn't she?" Vegeta asked, trying to calm down.
"Daddy told me not to." Trunks was going to say something, but Peach spoke up first.
"Hmmm?" Trunks, Vegeta, and Bulma asked, looking at Peach.
"Let me see your mark." Vegeta said, walking over to Peach; he didn't give her a choice.
After a few seconds, his eyes caught something on Trunks's shoulder.
"What did your father say to you?" Vegeta asked, dead serious, looking directly at Peach.
"Uhh—well—when I was seven, he told me that when I was older, I would be marked. He said that the man who would be marking me was going to be a very powerful Saiyan. He said that the process of being marked for me would be very painful and that I would want to scream and cry out in pain..." Peach started explaining.
"But?" Vegeta asked right away.
"Back off—let her breathe." Trunks said, pulling Peach to him and away from his father.
"Good Kami, let her think as well; that was ten years ago when she was only seven." Bulma said, pulling her husband away from the bed.
"He said even though I'd want to scream and cry out, I absolutely, under no circumstances must not scream and cry out; I have to remain silent. Bite my bottom lip or hand if I have to. But DO NOT scream or cry out loud. Oh, and I was supposed to keep one of my hands on his shoulders at all times as well." Peach finished explaining; she also, at the last second, remembered something else.
"Why?" Vegeta asked right away while Trunks and Bulma just stared at Peach.
"I don't know; he didn't explain when I asked him why. He just repeated that I wasn't to scream or cry out loud. He made me promise him—so I did." Peach explained.
"Did you bite my son?" Vegeta asked right away.
"No." Peach softly answered.
"Then why does he have the exact same, identical mark on his shoulder?" Vegeta asked, interrogating her.
"I don't know—" Peach said, becoming confused and flustered.
"That's from her nails." A voice said, coming out of nowhere.
"Who's there?" Vegeta immediately asked, becoming defensive as he stood in front of Bulma.
"Daddy?" Peach asked, recognizing the voice.
"Hi, Baby girl—and Trunks, was it?" A man asked, appearing out of nowhere; he had dark brown hair with a caramel brown tail and brown and black ears with green eyes.
"Yes sir." Trunks answered right away; this was his mate's father.
"And Vegeta—king of all Saiyans now. I knew your father. Your mate, Bulma." The man calmly said, looking at everyone.
"Who are you? How do you know all this?" Vegeta asked right away.
"Dear, that's obviously Peach's father. But he's right: how do you know us?" Bulma asked, looking at Peach's father.
"My name is Fin, and I am Peach's father. I also know you have a daughter named Bulla. I know all this because I've been watching my daughter since she came to Earth. Honestly, I didn't know if I could trust the inhabitants here—and for the first two years I was right. Before you found her, I was going to find a way to get her off of this planet. Even though I had a good feeling about you, I still didn't know you well enough to not keep an eye on her—especially since she's still learning your customs. But you've been taking real good care of her. You all have been—even you, Vegeta. And you, Mrs. Bulma; it's been really good for her having a mother figure in her life. She very much considers you as her mother." Peach's father, Fin, said with a smile.
"Daddy…" Peach moaned, embarrassed.
"Peach…" Fin said, mocking her.
"Why did you tell her not to scream?" Vegeta asked right away.
"It's the only way that will ensure her mate's father—or others can't have sex with her without Trunks's say so. The matching mark on his shoulder makes it so he can't have sex with other women anymore either. Also, unlike normal marks that Saiyans make, the mark Trunks left on Peach has his name at the bottom. And the mark Peach left on Trunks has her name at the bottom as well. She is completely his, and he completely hers." Fin calmly explained.
"Females can't mark Saiyans." Vegeta shot right away.
"Vegeta..." Bulma growled at her husband.
"Nekodian females can. Just as Saiyan males can mark any race of female they want, Nekodian females, if they so choose to, can mark almost any race of male that they want. The only races female Nekodians can't mark are Namekians and any type of dog race; there are a few of those. Just because we're a peaceful race, doesn't mean we can't be territorial as well. We also fight when we absolutely need to. That brings me to my next point: I would like it if someone, I don't care who, teaches Peach how to fight so that she can at least defend herself. Also, Peach can get pregnant at any time—but she has to want it. That's partially thanks to that snake girl who came along earlier; she made it so they can't get pregnant all. However, I know a lot of magic as well. And just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I can't use my magic to help the living; I made it so the girls she made infertile, fertile. However, they, like snake girl said, can become pregnant at their choosing. So when you two are both ready to have kids, you can start. Until then—well—I don't want to picture or even finish that sentence. But anyway, my point. I know for a fact that the two of you aren't ready for kids at this current time that it's still a few years down the road before you will be." Fin explained seriously, cringing a little.
"Daddy—" Peach cried, even more, embarrassed than before.
"Great, we'll start traning later tonight." Vegeta said right away.
"No, we won't; we'll give her a few days. And when she starts, I'll train her." Trunks seriously said; he wasn't going to subject her to his father's type of training.
Vegeta was going to say something—and Bulma saw that; she grabbed him by his ear and drug him out of the room.
"Your parents are quite the characters, aren't they?" Fin asked, looking at Trunks.
"You have no idea." Trunks sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Well, I have to be going—have to get back to heaven and whatnot. Take care of my daughter." Fin said, reaching out to shake Trunks's hand.
"I will, I promise." Trunks said, shaking Fin's hand.
"And you: take care of yourself—and Trunks." Fin said, looking at his daughter.
"Yes, Daddy." Peach softly said.
"I love you, baby girl; don't you ever forget that." Fin said before kissing the top of her head.
"I won't daddy. I love you too." Peach softly said just before Fin disappeared.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, holding onto her.
"Yeah..." Peach absentmindedly said as she held her side.
"Are you sure?" Trunks asked, concerned; he noticed her holding her side.
"Yeah; my side's just cramping up a little. It's been doing this off and on throughout the day. All I have to do is stand up and stretch." Peach said with a soft smile before standing up.
"See?" Peach asked, standing up and walking around.
However, after about three steps, Peach grabbed her side and fell to her knees in pain.
"Peach!" Trunks yelled, getting up; he was by her side in seconds...