Chapter 8

A/N: Yes, it has literally been months since I have even considered updating. Too many things happening, moving places, getting engaged, big parties, changing jobs and so on…funny how it all seems to happen in one year. Thankyou all for the reviews, the good and the critical. I guess you wanted un update, so here it is. I hope it turns out okay. If it's no good I'll scrap it and edit it, I'm counting on the reviews to guide me!

She was a beautiful creature, young but not innocent and perhaps it was indeed in her own will to have drawn the prince into her life intimately. Her heart was racing, her legs ached from exhaustion, she felt as though in a state of euphoria but the guilt was in the back of her mind, the fear of the problems she will have caused through her actions was begin to eat away at her. Pan sat up and got off the bed, bending over to pick up her bathrobe before leaving the room to go have a shower. She could feel his eyes fixed on her back as she closed the bedroom door behind her as she exited, and for once felt so ashamed she could not face him. He had come to her because she had flaunted her obvious attraction to the prince, it was simply, in her own mind, all her fault and because of her own selfish desires she may have well destroyed the family the lived in this house. Her friendship with Bra and her engagement with Trunks would be more than over; they would never look at her again.

"Ugh…" Pan hugged her stomach with her arms gently as she shuffled into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Her back leaning against the door, she felt her body hit the ground with a soft thud as she allowed the stinging tears to release from her eyes and pour down her face.

"Why…" She sobbed, her face grimacing at the though of the Prince lying naked in her bed. He was sensual, deep, and he understood the strong Saiyan instincts that were inside her, in need of nurturing. Nobody understood that. One half of her mind felt completed, she felt she had done what she needed to do for herself, but at what cost? Her emotions torn, she curled up into a ball on the cold tiled floor and felt her emotions release, emotions she had always tried to bury beneath the mask of her power and strength were escaping. Her sobs were quite, Vegeta wouldn't hear, she couldn't let him find out the truth, the truth it had been her plan all along to draw him to her bed.

There was a soft knock on the door, and then silence. Pan held her breath, but there was another knock, "no…" she whispered under her breath.

"Pan?" The voice was soothing, comforting and for a moment she wanted to do nothing more than let him in and crying into his chest, but the fear, it was still there in her mind. She felt frozen, helpless, she was out of options. No matter what she did from this point on, people were going to get hurt, people that she cared about more than anyone else, people that would never forgive her.

"Pan? Are you okay? I sensed your Ki…I though I heard you crying. Let me in…" Trunks tried to turn the doorknob but it was locked, "please…"

"I can't!" Pan cried out softly.

"Why not?" Trunks knocked again on the door, she could sense he was becoming agitated and she wondered if he knew or if he had already noticed his father in their room.

"I just can't! I've done something…terrible, I had to do it but I shouldn't have…I…just leave me alone!" Pan cried out, she was definitely not ready to face anybody yet.

Trunks stepped back; he had no idea what she raving on about. Confused he hurried downstairs and noticed his mother had just returned. She was opening the front door when Trunks grabbed her gently by the shoulders, startling her slightly/

"What's wrong? Did you find him?" Bulma could see panic in her son's eyes and she felt her heart sink and her stomach roll over, all of this because of Vegeta. She felt silly for giving him her complete trust for all those years. Bulma felt cold, empty, something was definitely going on and she could sense the unfaithfulness of her husband hanging in the stale air of her home. She pushed past her son and closed the front door behind her. She felt her face flush red hot, she couldn't quite work it out, she knew her senses were not quite highly tuned as that of the Saiyans living in this house, but it times of desperation she always had a hunch of what was going on. She lifted her head up, almost as if to sniff the air. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and tried her best to feel for him. Trunks stood back and looked on in silence, wondering if such a bond could exist between his mother and father that she could connect herself to him at will. If such a bond existed, Trunks would be more than impressed if his mother could summon the connection at free will.

"All I can sense from him is regret…" Bulma whispered and then took another deep breath.

"Regret because he lusted for my wife to be, at least that's a start!" Trunks growled mercilessly.

"No, this is far more intense. I'm not sure if I want to try this anymore…Trunks…" Bulma turned to face her boy, "my heart is breaking". Trunks felt his body freeze and then it sunk in, his father had betrayed her far more than she had ever thought he was capable of. His father was severing the bond that he had begun with her all those years ago before the androids first appeared. His father was denying her access to their Saiyan connection. She was slowly realising her now eternal. Trunks flicked his head up when he came to the last realisation, it was all because of…all because of HER! She was gorgeous, healthy, strong, powerful, a true Saiyan and more importantly a prize for an Saiyan male, Trunks' mind raced over and over the times Pan would vanish for hours, the rage boiled deep within his spiritual being, his heart pounded and his muscles tensed. It was HER all along.

"Mum, I think you should leave…." Trunks growled loudly between his teeth, his fists were clenched tightly and his face was in an unchanging state of fury.

"Okay but…" Bulma hesitated.

"Is the house insured?"

"Yes, but…you won't…" Bulma's eyes opened wide, a sadness reflected in the deep endless ocean blue of her eyes.

"Then don't worry. Just get out of capsule corp…" Trunks felt a tear stinging the corner of his right eye. Bulma nodded obediently and hurried back outside, hopped back into her car, pulled out of the driveway and headed off, noticing a shadow moving around on the top floor of her house, in Trunk's bedroom.

"You can destroy what we have if you want… but switching off the need and desire to love you will be something I am going to have to live with…" Bulma felt the pain in her chest growing, she felt herself becoming light headed and then, only a few hundred metres down the road from her home, her car collided with a plum tree.

Back inside the house, Trunks shuffled his legs apart and reached his arms into the air and released the demons that were swelling up inside his body, and screamed for all the pain that was burdening his life source, his Ki was bruised, his pride was shattered, his ability to love was now out weighed for an undying thirst of revenge and hatred.

"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Trunks bellowed and the house, in a flash of a second, was vaporised by Trunk's unlimited power that had been lying dormant inside him from the moment of his birth. He was now unleashed.