Chapter 7

a/n: I'm sorry for the delay in updates. I know I got confused in the story where Bulma and Vegeta had their first kiss. Obviously what was mentioned first was the first kiss and the second one mentioned in chapter 6 was the second kiss. Sorry, I get a bit muddled up sometimes when typing. I will correct the typo's sooner or later… Thanks for reviewing as well! Pan and Veggie action in this chappy, yay! Ok, I'm not for cheating but hey, it's a fanfic! WARNING: LEMON!

Trunks lay curled up against his mate, he still felt completely lost about what to do with her. He had talked to his mum after Vegeta had disappeared the day he had been caught by his father in bed with Pan. She had told him about the kiss the pair had shared but Trunks never felt he should bring it up with Pan; after all, she was with him now for good. He gazed down at the glistening diamond ring on her wedding finger and he felt happiness inside but on the outside he couldn't even bring himself to smile. Her ebony hair was growing longer, her eye lashes were think and luscious, her skin was like porcelain so precious and white, her skin was soft and comforting against his own. He had always wanted her, for years and years, he knew she was meant to be his though he had never expected his father would interfere in such a way.

The young saiyan male leaned over and brushed his lips tenderly along Pan's cheek, breathing hot air onto her pale skin, as if breathing life into her very soul. Yes, he thought, she is meant to be with me and only me.

With that final thought he hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of black gym pants and a singlet top and headed downstairs where his mother was eating breakfast while watching TV.

"Mum, I'm going to go find dad. It's been two weeks!" Trunks exclaimed.

"Sweetie, leave him be, please?" Bulma pleaded, looking up at her son. She was amazed at how much taller he was than his father, and proud that he turned out to be such a great kid. She remembered when she was carrying him in her womb; the days when she and Vegeta would speculate what the baby would be like, if it would be a fighter or a scholar, a winner or a loser, like his mum or like his dad. Bulma sighed, times have changed.

"No, he's being a brat. A loser, a…" Trunks was going to continue but he couldn't, his mother was going red in the face.

"Don't you dare say it!" Bulma spat, "he screwed Trunks, and you know what? He screwed up big time! He's completely thrown his marriage away, whatever that means to him and me is between us but what I care about is what he has done to you and your relationship with Pan. Me and Vegeta always find a way to get out of sticky situations but this time your involved and it's important to stay level headed. Besides, I have my own theories…" Bulma took another bite of toast and munched on it thoughtfully as she returned her attention to the TV.

"Like what?" Trunks lowered his voice and tried to calm down so he could coax his mother into talking. Bulma took another bite then returned her gaze to her son.

"Think about it, did you ever see your father spend any time at all with Pan before she turned seventeen years old? No, and there's something about that that got me thinking. Pan is saiyan, right?" Bulma cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeh, so?" Trunks replied.

"Ok, well, I know Vegeta comes in and out of heat, there are just more times when he wants to…you know…I'm sure you want to hear this!" Bulma laughed sarcastically. Trunks screwed his face up in disgust, but at the same time he was curios what Bulma's brilliant mind had come up with.

"Maybe there is a specific age in which females and males come into heat for the first time, seventeen is mature for many races so maybe that's the point when the female saiyans you, start searching for the most suitable partner, their saiyan instincts kick in, only the best will do, meaning purebloods" Bulma concluded, "do you follow me?"

Trunks searched his mother's eyes, how could she possibly know so much more about saiyan culture as he knew nothing and he was one himself? He looked at the ground then upstairs where his room was, thinking about the beautiful sleeping Pan in his bed, the thought of her nakedness aroused him slightly.

"So, okay, maybe her 'instincts' where overwhelming but that doesn't excuse what dad did, he has a mate, he has you!" Trunks answered. Parts of it made sense and parts of it didn't. Maybe there was something about Pan's changing into a woman that he couldn't sense because he was only a half-bred, maybe there something about her, like an aura that was pulling Vegeta into her web like a fly to the spider. A kiss though, was something deeper than just filling a need to find a partner, it was a sign that one cared for another, a feeling of love or lust.

"That's the part I'm not sure about" Bulma sniffed, she felt lonely inside. She turned her back on her son and Trunks got the hint, a despite of her warnings he took off out of the house and into the morning sky, searching for his father. He wanted answers. He knew that if his marriage to Pan was going to work, he had to know what drove the two together, what was it besides the pure-blood thing, which brought Pan to Vegeta rather than himself? He knew he was a great fighter; he had a great job running Capsule Corporation, altogether he would offer a great life to Pan.

---Back at home----

Hours later and Trunks still had not returned home, Bulma didn't feel like waiting forever for him, plus she had errands to run and people to see, plus Pan would be home if he got back before she did. She gathered her handbag and car keys then left the house.

Pan woke up half an hour later, there was a cold breeze filling the room and she felt her nipples stiffen beneath the sheets. She was alarmed at first when she noticed there was nobody lying next to her but she guessed Trunks had just gone out for the day. She sat up and stretched her arms and yawned. As her arms reached into the air she then realized she wasn't alone in the room, sitting at the end of her bed was Vegeta. The prince looked at her, she was gorgeous, her breasts were exposed as the sheets slipped away with ease from her body, revealing a beautiful canvas he wanted to paint with his tongue and knead with his hands. She didn't even blush, he did not move, both were locked in each other's eyes, trying to guess what the other would do. Should they hide? Should one of them leave?

"The window…" Vegeta grunted, "I snuck in."

"Why?" Pan asked, leaning in closer to him.

"I had to see you; I had to let you know. We can't…" Vegeta felt his throat become tight, he couldn't get the words out. He was thinking about his wife, his mate and how much he never wanted to hurt her and that's what he came to do, to end the suffering for both parties but he couldn't, for she was teasing him, with her youthful body, her deep brown eyes were drawing him closer to her. One time, Vegeta thought, just once.

Pan forced herself forward and their lips clashed, her soft pink lips were plump and tasty, Vegeta lapped them up, both taking turns sucking on their lips, their tongues, exploring each others mouths. Pan put her arms around Vegeta's neck and as she leaned back down onto the bed, the prince fell on top of her, making his body find its way between her legs comfortable as their bodies began to grind in anticipation.

"Too much!" Vegeta squirmed, the feeling of being on top of Pan's naked body was driving him insane, he could feel his own manly parts straining against the inside of his pants, he thought hi would burst through until pan quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his boxers down slightly. Vegeta groaned as her bare hands came into to contact with his heated hardened flesh. With every stroke she felt more guilt, more hatred for what she was doing but there seemed to be no way to stop herself, it was like her body was taking all of the important decisions into stride now and just going with the moment, a moment shared with the prince of all saiyans and her fiancés father.

Pan gasped as Vegeta's mouth began to travel down the length of her body, his tongue lapping at her sweet taste, her smell was overpowering, and she more in heat than ever before but perhaps that was because last night she would have been in the same bed getting intimate with Trunks, his son. He paused with that thought and looked up at Pan.

"I know" she muttered, closed her eyes and pushed the prince's head down further. Her body trembled from each pleasurable kiss landed on her body. The words 'wrong' and 'liar' echoed through her mind but the feeling of lust was blocking them and slowly she was losing herself in the moment and everything that seemed to matter in the world just seemed to melt away as she gave her body up to the prince.

"I'm sorry" Pan gasped.

"Me too" Vegeta grunted as he pushed himself inside of her, their fleshed fused and an emotion like no other enveloped them both, like they had connected in a way that no being was ever meant to connect in. Their mind became one, he could feel her feelings with each thrust, and she could understand how it felt for him to be inside her, rubbing against her most pleasurable and intimate spots. There bodies were tangled in a mess of love and hatred, desire and need, passion and regret. He felt her pain, she felt his.

Vegeta cupped one of her breasts and took it into his mouth and massaged the other with his spare hand as he moved in and out of her, deeper each time. Pan arched her back and moaned, she felt ki leaving her body as she took in every sensation that was being offered to her to experience. Her fingers traced down her lovers back, her nails etching into his skin as she felt her body become heated from within, her stomach felt knotted and her thighs were shaking from the climax which the prince was so desperate to give her.

"No…"Pan cried as she felt her whole body climax and Vegeta continued to rock in and out of her. She twitched, her legs quivered as a new wave of pleasure traveled up her body. Vegeta loved watching her climax, he loved seeing how her face contorted like electricity was racing through her blood and shocking her in all sorts of places, he loved how her mass of ebony hair was tangled and scattered over her face and chest. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to catch her breath, they were so tender, so sweet, Vegeta couldn't help himself but to dive in for another kiss as his thrusts quickened to a hurried pace, his muscles became tense and his mouth latched onto Pan's bottom lip. He felt it happen like it was happening in slow motion.

"Pan?" Vegeta gritted his teeth as he let himself go, erotic sensations racing through his boiling hot blood, his blood pounding his head, he couldn't see straight, he could barely make out a vision of Pan in front of him, his surroundings seemed like they were dissolving into nothing, "Pan?"