Disclaimer: Yeah so I don't own anything except Prince Greg and His Planet. The title of this chapter is a song by Paramore, which I also don't own, so don't sue me please.

Important Stuff:

Pan: 20

Trunks: 25

Goten: 24

Bra: 19

Greg: 25

Chapter 11

The next morning bright and early the royal family waited out at the ship docks.

Trunks was feeling pretty envious of Pan because of the fact that she was in her soft, comfortable, down fur bed asleep and not up having to see the person she despised since she was born.

Thinking about the bed and sleep Trunks' head slowly had started to nod backwards and drool was starting to form on the corners of his royal lips.

Bra nudged him hard in the side, right in the ticklish spot between his ribs, and since he had not expected it, he let out a very girlish squeal that could compete with Bra's.

Bra burst out laughing, not being able to control herself from the laughing at the girlish scream her brother had just let out.

She was practically on the ground rolling.

The queen had also found this amusing and was giggling along with her daughter.

He immediately regretted the scream and wanted to let out another when he saw the fire burning in Vegeta's eyes.

"BOY! What did I tell you about this weird behavior! I want it stopped NOW, do you understand?!?!" Vegeta said, now fully standing in front of his son who towered over his head.

Trunks still cowered below his father even though he was taller than him by inches. King Vegeta always had a way of making you feel like an ant or worse, a speck of dirt, under his royal, gold trimmed boots.

"Yes sir." He replied, almost sarcastically but not quite, remembering the last time he had gotten smart with Vegeta and the 'sparring session' they had shared afterward.

He cringed at the thought.

Agitated, Vegeta stomped away back to his spot beside his wife when the sound of a space craft could be heard landing on the platform.

Bra had recovered by now as was only letting out small snickers while Trunks stood and sneered, sticking out his tongue like a 5 year old.

Trunks groaned inwardly when the door of the space craft opened downward, smoke and dust flying from around it and the figure of a young man could be seen.

Prince Gregory walked down the walkway the large door had made. He was very handsome indeed with his honey blonde hair and light brown natural highlights. His hair was naturally long and flipped out at the end. He was built like Trunks with abs to kill for. His eyes were an unmistakably purplish color that tested the own brilliant lavender that Trunks own hair held. It was a purple that you would had never seen before and were only common among the Perigrinian race. Prince Gregory had gotten most of his women with his gorgeous orbs.

The first thing he saw as he walked out of the spacious space ship was the royal family.

All were standing in order of importance, King Vegeta being first, followed by Queen Bulma, his dear friend Prince Trunks and very grown now, Princess Bra last.

Prince Gregory immediately bowed to the king once he had reached them. He sat on one knee fist over heart.

"Thank you King Vegeta for your graciousness." He said head still bowed.

Greg continued down the line bowing, taking the queen and princess's hands in his own and kissing their beautiful pale skin softly, earning a blush from princess Bra and giggles from both the highnesses.

A mean glare was cast from Trunks' direction.

"It is no problem, just as long as your planet is there when I will need a tutor for my own son." Vegeta said as he noticed Trunks was totally oblivious to the conversation and watching a butterfly dancing around him with a childish smile on his face.

'Bulma, that boy needs to toughen up! I refuse to have sissy run my country!' He told the queen through their telepathic bond as he looked at his son in disgust for his liking of the monarch butterfly that had now found a safe landing spot on the very tip of his nose.

Bulma looked at her son, amusement clear on her face, and he had now cast an agitated look at the bug that would not stay away from his nose and he was innocently swatting away at it.

"Prince TRUNKS," Vegeta stated, saying Trunks' name extra loud to get his attention, "Will show you to your room."

Trunks abruptly turned at the outburst of his name and the sudden action had finally shooed the butterfly away. He groaned and slipped Vegeta a pleadingly look but was ignored.

"Go." And with that last word Vegeta dismissed his family.

Through the Hallways towards Trunks' room

It had been a long awkward silence and Trunks was happy that Prince Gregory wasn't talking.

Kami must have cursed him because as soon as the thought had left his mind he heard a smooth, masculine voice.

"Hey Trunks" Greg interrupted Trunks' thought to Trunks distaste.

"That's Prince Trunks to you." Trunks mumbled, arms folded across his chest Vegeta style as they turned down another hallway.

"Whatever, anyways, what was up with you and that butterfly outside? You're not getting soft on me are you?" Greg stated amused, punching Trunks playfully in the arm.

"First off…" Trunks was about to retort, while rubbing the spot that was hit unconsciously, before he was interrupted by a feminine voice.

"What butterfly?" A very tired looking Pan said as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes.

Greg couldn't do anything but stare. She was beautiful.

Her medium length black hair was in what looked like a bun, but her bangs and pieces of curly hair had slipped out from her tossing and turning. On her petite frame, she wore gray sweatpants and the waist was rolled right below her belly button which was exposed from under her black tank top when she stretched to loosen her muscles.

Her usually ivory cheeks had a tinge of pink in them from recently awakening.

"Um, no butterfly. Why are you out here? And why are you were my sparring sweatpants?" Trunks asked, who had stared at first but was now used to her mesmerizing beauty.

For some reason, Trunks wanted to wake up seeing that face every morning.

"Well besides the fact that you were YELLING and woke me up! I wanted to see who the other voice was." Pan replied with a smile.

"As for your pants, they looked more comfortable than that strip of clothing you wanted me wear. Besides, you weren't going to wear them." She shrugged it off and stuck out her hand to the newcomer.

"Humph. You weren't that nice to me when we first met." Trunks muttered under his breath as he looked at Pan's small hand outstretched to Greg.

"Well he didn't kidnap me."

"True."

By this time Prince Greg had recovered and was shaking Pan's hand.

"I'm Prince Gregory of Perigrine, and who are you beautiful?" He said while turning her hand upright in his to kiss the top of Pan's hand hoping to get the reaction the queen and princess had given. Dirty thoughts were running through his mind as he looked Pan's figure up and down.

He had gotten nowhere near the reaction he had expected and Pan could see right through his charming smile as she had Trunks'.

'He has the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen, well besides Trunks anyways.' Pan thought as she glanced over his handsome features.

She snapped out of her thoughts and began to talk.

"I'm Trunks'… I'm Trunks'…" She couldn't bring it open herself to say it, as she shook her free hand trying to will herself to say the dreaded word, and when she looked to Trunks for help she immediately regretted it.

Trunks turned to Prince Greg, smirk intact again and stated a simple word.

"Concubine."

"Ohhh." Greg said slyly, now understanding the situation.

She didn't like the sound of his 'Ohh' or the smirk he had displayed and neither did Trunks.

"She's MY concubine and NO ONE else's, understood?" Trunks said trying to place authority in his voice.

Pan didn't like the possessiveness in his voice but decided to ignore it, rather wanting to be his then this Greg guy's personal sex toy.

For some odd reason, she got a tingly feeling in the bottom of her heart when she thought of herself as Trunks'. 'I'm surprised it's not a bad feeling.' She thought to herself. 'It's actually a kind of good one.'

She mentally shook her head and let the feeling go. She zoomed back into the conversation as if she had been paying attention the whole time.

She still couldn't believe Trunks was fighting over her.

"Sure, Whatever." Greg replied half-heartily, still eyeing Pan's body and she felt naked all over again, like she had when she had first met Trunks, but this time she felt a dirtier kind naked. Sluttier was the word she was looking for as she realized how provocative her attire my have looked to the men standing in front of her.

She tried to pull down her tank top but it had resisted and popped back up to its resting place above her belly.

She smirked to herself as she thought 'Hmm, I make men's sweatpants look good.'

During the talking Greg had never released Pan's hand and she had never released his. She looked down at it and he must have read her mind because when she tried to yank it away he had kept a firm grip on it.

"If you'll both be excusing me!" She said taking a giant yank of success, "I'm going to return to my room." She glared at Greg for a last time, said her goodbyes to Trunks and strutted off, unknowingly swaying her hips.

'Pan definitely doesn't like him' Trunks thought with a satisfied smile on his face.

She heard a masculine whistle behind her as she slammed her door. She didn't know who did it but she had a pretty good idea.

Prince Gregory.

She had only known him for 5 minutes and already hated him with a passion.

"JERK!" She screamed as she heard them pass her door.

Outside of Greg's room

"Dude, she's beautiful!" Greg said while leaning against his open doorframe.

"No duh, she wouldn't be my concubine if she wasn't." Trunks said as if Greg were an idiot.

"Wouldn't mind having me a piece of that." Greg thought out loud.

"Well don't count on it." Trunks said a serious look plastered on his face. He hadn't even got himself a 'piece' of that yet. But he was planning on it and soon.

"We'll see about that. I might just want her as my own." He replied his smirk still intact.

"Well too bad, like I said she's mine, so you can stay your callused hands away from her."

"Nice retort Trunks." Greg said sarcastically, looking down at his perfectly manly hands and held them up for Trunks to see.

"PRINCE Trunks!" Trunks screamed, ignoring the other man's hands in his face.

"What...EVER!"

"Humph. You're supposed to be here training to become a king, not have sex with everything with legs." Trunks tried to say coolly but his anger was quickly seeping through.

"Now that I think about it, little Bra has grown up." He said in a thinking manner, his fingers rubbing his chin, "What if I had the both of them."

Trunks could just imagine the thoughts that were running through the Prince's mind.

Trunks had had enough and had his large hand around Greg's throat. Greg was pinned between the frame of the door and Trunk's chiseled body.

"I draw the line with my sister! Dad wouldn't let you get within 2 feet of her!" Trunks said, spitting the last part in Greg's face.

"Your father seemed pleased to me" Greg replied through controlled breathing.

Greg stood there shaking his head. Smile intact, he lightly blasted Trunks with a small ki ball.

Trunks hit the opposite wall and slid down it.

'Damn those stupid Perigrinians. Their power barely suppresses mine. If I trained a little harder I could pummel him to the next dimension' He thought as he angrily glared at Greg.

Gregory walked over and leaned over Trunks' limp body.

"What is it that you Saiyans do to get property or a mate? Battle is it?"

Trunks nodded his head but spoke.

"You're not worthy of our traditions!"

"Whatever, How about a proposition?"

Greg waited for Trunks, as Trunks had stood and dusted himself off.

"We battle over who gets to keep Pan as their own." Greg said with a sly smirk.

A/N: What will Trunks say to this proposition our dear Prince Gregory has made?

Sorry If Trunks seems...gayish and Greg as a matter of fact, he says whatever a lot (shrugs it off)

I don't know it kind of fit in with this chapter

and I thought it was funny

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