Chapter 3 is finally up. Sorry I forgot this story was in third-person.

"pay attention!" Vegeta growled punching his son full-force in the face. Trunks flew from one side of the GR to the other.

"that damn earthling is distracting you too much."

Trunks caressed his jaw before staring up at his father, "I'm not going to take it easy on you because you've taken a mate, you must remain strong."

"fine, dad." Trunks murmured, wiping the blood from his lip as he stood up.

'Trunks had been training on the exact same schedule for several weeks now, often he would come back bruised and battered more than the usual. He didn't want to tell me why, instead we would end up making love and he'd pour all of his frustrations into me. I finally decided to head back home, I was sure that my grandmother was beyond worried sick.'

"Trunks…" She whispered staring down at her hands. They were sitting at the kitchen island across from each other, he just finished training with Vegeta and was drinking some water. Mel felt his eyes bare into her when she called his name.

"what's up, Mel." He answered cautiously.

"I'm heading back home today, I just thought you should know." She felt the air between them thicken.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, abruptly standing up. The raven-haired girl thought back to a few weeks ago when Bulma gave them the "in-law suite" on the other side of her property, since Vegeta's parents were dead, they had no need for it. She practically moved in, so she could understand why he would feel alarmed.

"Relax, I just wanted to visit my grandmother so that she knows what's going on with us…and I wanted to give you a little space." She continued raising her gaze into his.

"You think I need space?" he asked rotating his wristband. She nodded.

"this is all happening kind of fast, you're not talking to me, all you seem to do is stare off into space, train, eat, and fuck me."

His eyesbrows furrowed deeply and a frown replaced his previous expression, he looked so much like his father.

"Mel-" he tried and she held up her hand.

"I'm leaving now." She finished standing up and grabbing the backpack that rested on the floor beside her. The girl turned on a heel and walked to the backyard door.

Trunks followed close behind. She slide the glass door open.

"I don't need you to drop me off. I can fly, you'know." She stated matter-of-factly. Trunks sighed and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around to face him.

"Mel-" She cut him off again placing a finger on his lips and smiled weakly. He gently swatted her hand away and crashed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened.

'This wasn't the exit I was hoping for, I wanted to leave him high and dry, thinking about what I just told him.' He deepened the kiss and snaked one hand to

the small of her waist and the other cupped the back of her head. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her knees become weak.

"Mmmm…stop, stop, stop." She struggled out of his grip. "I know what this is going to lead to, and I don't want any part of it Trunks Briefs!"

He took a half-step back with his hands raised in the air, his face however was unreadable.

"I was just saying goodbye, Mel…" he murmured "…I love you."

"whatever" She scoffed and ran outside, taking off into the sky. "who does he think he is, kissing me like that when I'm mad at him…I love you too, Trunks." She whispered to myself flying only until she got into the city. She landed in an alleyway on the outskirts of town and began to travel by foot. It was getting dark.

"I should've left earlier." She told herself feeling a little chill.

"Hey, girl." A deep voice resonated from behind me. She turned around to see a guy six times as big as her come from beneath the shadows.

"What is a sexy thing like yourself doing all alone this late." He reeked of alcohol and caked on sweat even from our 10 foot distance. She cautiously backed up as he approached her, until she ran out of room.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked breathing into her ear. The girl remained silent.

"Dontcha hear me, girl?" he roared grabbing her arm and smelling her chest. He was incredibly strong and she winced at the pain. She tried desperately to remember where she saw him from.

"Y-you're the guy Trunks fought in the World Martial Arts Tournament a two months ago." His face became darker.

"Oh? You know that punk?!" He growled "come to think of it, you reek of that punk!"

She struggled against his grip it was really starting to hurt her now. He grinned.

"You must be his wench, yeah. I've seen you talking to him before. That punk ruined my life and now I'm going to take the pleasure in ruining his life."

Her eyes widened and she struggled harder to break out of his grip. He snatched the bookbag off of her and threw it into the darkness. He then slapped her full-force causing her to slam into the brick wall behind her. She was barely conscious when she felt him rip open her blouse and jeans from her body. She regained much of what was left of her consciousness when he gripped her neck and she gasped desperately for air.

"I'm gonna make sure that you feel every bit of pain that I feel." He glowered, forcing her legs apart. Suddenly, She felt something hard press against her sex. She screamed as loud as she could through her strangulation.

"yes, scream." He chuckled as he forced his way inside of her. "Mmm, you're so fucking tight. No wonder why that brat chose you."

"MEL!" She heard a voice cry out to her, and then she felt the man's weight completely lift from her.

"Mel, are you okay?" Goten's voice swarmed into her head. She suddenly started sobbing heavily, her body convulsed as she dry heaved in between sobs.

"it's okay now." He whispered. "Velise, come on. Help me with her. "

"How could you let her leave by herself?!" Goten scolded, Trunks shushed him.

"You'll wake her. I didn't know that this was going to happen Goten." He whispered harshly "she was upset with me, I didn't want her to go…"

She heard footsteps get closer to her. Trunks grabbed her hand in his and knelt down to where she was laying.

"I'm so sorry, Mel…"

"Trunks…" She whispered opening her eyes resting them on his, he stared at her in shock.

"Mel, you should rest." He softly chastised her. She frowned.

"I love you too, Trunks." She whispered and his eyes softened. "but I'm still mad at you."

"Mel, listen to me. You need to rest." She protested and attempted to sit up, and then she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen and sex.

"Ah!" She hissed, tears forming in the rim of her eyes.

"Mel, please for once can you ever listen to me." Trunks exasperated "you're hurt."

"Maybe I would've listened to you if talked to me!" She retorted, "you weren't too concerned about how that hurt me."

"Mel…I…"

"Trunks, please…just leave me alone for a while." She grumbled.

"No! The last time I left you alone, you got hurt. Stop pushing me away!" He grabbed her shoulders and she winced in pain.

"You were the one that pushed me away first. " She whispered allowing a tear to roll down her face. She wasn't sure if it was because of the pain that she was in physically or the pain she was in psychologically.

"Stop this." Trunks scolded "I'm ending this now."

"Mel, I told your grandmother what was going on." Goten interjected, She hadn't noticed that he left.

"Oh no, my grandmother." She gasped attempting to get into a standing position but Trunks held her down.

"Don't worry about her, she's fine. You were bleeding, Mel. If you move too much you could make it start bleeding again."

Her eyes widened in fear.

"Trunks…I-I…I was-" She started.

"She's pregnant!" Bulma blurted out running in holding a few sheets of paper.