Chapter 9

A/N: I'm going to put some extra thought in this chapter, I want to tie up the plot nice and neatly but don't worry, this won't be the last edition to my story. I never knew this story would take the direction that it has, but there you have it. There is more exploring to do, some different paths to take because I don't want to cut short any of my thoughts. I hope you appreciate this one, and once again, I thank you for your reviews. Kudos to Krillball! – funkypunk

A dull grey haze hung low on the horizon, Satan City was somewhat motionless, frozen in fear. Were they under attack? Was there a war brewing among those of Capsule Corp? People stopped in their steps along the street, staring in awe at the amazing display of fire in the distance. Capsule Corp appeared to be no more, engulfed in fire and smoke, debris scattered across the streets closest to it. A city icon had been destroyed. Panic began to spread; people began to wonder if there was another alien invasion on their planet, some thought a plane had crashed. Cars braked on the road, television and radio stations ceased their broadcasts, dogs howled from their back yards.

Capsule Corp, a superior establishment dedicated to the great science and technologies of the world, a home and job to hundreds of dedicated patrons, a leader in capsule technologies and innovations was blown up. Disguised behind the raging fires and explosions was the endless power of formidable being. Though young, the pain in his heart was almost comparable to the amount of love and admiration he had for one mortal, it was as if all of the positive flow of energy in his body had been reversed, recycled to become something terrible and new to Earth's superpowers. Goku sensed it. Gohan felt a tremble down his back. Piccolo fell to the ground, in shock and disgust, he, more than all others, knew what real evil could be, he knew the potential power hatred and anger could muster if pushed to the surface. Trunks felt the change and it wasn't as if a switch had merely been flicked, but something inside of him was breaking free, and his weakness in letting his anger become free was allowing a gate for the power to escape to open and not close again. Power flowed from within his being, it was endless thought it was strange that though he felt it grow he didn't feel as though his body was under strange.

How could she do it, he thought, she planned it all. It was him she wanted, though she said otherwise. It was him that was always within her sights, she could have fought the desire, she could have ignored the temptation, she had made an eternal promise to ME!

"WE BONDED!" Trunks bellowed, his chest puffed out, tears streamed from his eyes, his muscles bulged and his hair spiked up though his usual transformation was now altered. He was of a darker power, his once golden glow was faded and his hair was pitch black like his father, hatred was consuming him, and like his father would have done to get his own way and aspire for revenge, he allowed it. He felt his mind stand back and allowed his body to change. He remembered the love he had made with her, his mate, his eternal partner for life. He remembered biting into the soft nape of her neck and claiming her as his and relished the feeling as she returned the favour, he even smiled inside at the thought of them lapping at each other's blood as the emotional bond began. Though meant to be a painful experience, the two were both Saiyans and the act of bonding not only excited them, it enlightened them, they felt connected and a part of the history of their race.

Miles and miles away, a sad Prince hovered in the sky, he felt the bond slip away from him, he couldn't feel for her anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were void of life and energy. There was a familiar sensation of loneliness overwhelming him, a feeling had a forgotten about years ago. With all that he had accomplished, all that he had changed, it was all thrown away in a game of lust and instinct. Was it instinct, her wondered. His body was drawn to the young Pan, her scent was like no other being he had ever known and his body had responded to it like never before in his life. He was taught by his father, all those years ago, that once you make a bond with your partner, it cannot be broken and would be forever loyal. He thought that because his wife was indeed a human, it may have somehow affected the security of their bond as mates and having a young Saiyan female around at sexual maturity may have weakened his emotional connection. It all seemed too complicated, and Vegeta knew he had no answers for it and there was no way of finding out the truth about Saiyan partnerships as the only other Saiyan males he could relate to were Goku and his son Gohan and both had remained loyal but neither had had the temptation that he had experienced. Vegeta sighed; he was very much in a hopeless situation. He couldn't tend to his wife or look at his son in the eye, there was nothing for him anymore. He could no longer feel for Bulma's core energy, she was shutting him out, or so it seemed. Gone, Vegeta thought, it's all gone. The thought of love use to terrify him but he had allowed it into his life and because of his own selfish desires and needs it was all gone.

"There is nothing I can do…" Vegeta mumbled to himself, his voice coarse and dry, trying to desperately to choke back the need to cry. He turned his back on the city he had called home for more than twenty years and flew away, heading to his only safe point, to Earth's guardian look out tower. The air was cold and hurt his lungs; it was like ice sliding down his throat. His eyes stung but he only felt urged to go faster, he had to escape from everything and everyone. Nobody would ever understand. He would once again be an enemy to the all the protectors of the planet, he wasn't safe. Betrayal came at a very high price.

As he neared the tower, he came to a halt mid air and sensed her there. At the top of the tower, she was definitely there. Her life force was faint, almost depleted of all her Ki. Was she injured, Vegeta worried. Without further hesitation her flew up the tower, there was a force in his body driving him forward to see her. He could never be hers, he knew that. He had to, however, be sure that she was okay. He reached the top platform and saw her standing right on the edge. Her body was scarred, her hair burnt, her clothes barely rags on her frail body. Would Trunks do such a thing one of his own kind? Vegeta felt anger for a moment, then thought, perhaps if he was in his son's shoes, he would release a rage similar to him and simply lose control.

"Pan…" Vegeta breathed, his voice was one that echoed of pity and shame. Pan didn't turn around, Vegeta stood behind her and though she sensed him, she didn't move, her body frozen on the platform. Dende was not in sight and for that Vegeta was grateful, he wasn't in the mood for a lecture. Vegeta walked up to her, his chest only inches from her back. He reach to put his hand on her should but she stepped forward, as if she was about to leap off the platform.

"Don't, Vegeta. I'm a fool…" Pan said quietly, her voice was trembling but her body was still.

"As I am too" Vegeta responded.

"No, not like you. Somehow, I knew this would all happen but I guess I never bothered to consider the full consequences of what could happen. If I had known what he was capable of, if I had known he would do what he has done, I would never have accepted you into my bed" Pan explained, her hands draped against her side, her Ki was fading away.

"I'm sorry Pan. I'm supposedly the fucking prince of all Saiyans and a throw away my family for one single intimate moment with a Saiyan girl, look at what example I lead by! I am more ashamed of myself than I have ever been. Being a murderer is one thing, throwing away the ones you love is just plain idiocy" Vegeta answered, "I'm an idiot Pan! I'm the one who should have known better. You were irresistible to me…"

"Because that what I intended to be to you! Can't you see? I drew you to me because I thought you were the best partnership for me? I don't know why. I don't know anything anymore. I do have one last thing to ask you though…" Pan's voice was softening.

"What?" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Don't catch me…" Pan breathed and then, letting go of all of her Ki, she fell off the platform and her lifeless body plummeted towards the Earth.