Well, I don't have to go to school today (Election Day); I thought that I'd give you a little gift. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: How many times do I gotta post it… really?

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Ages:

Still the same

Chapter 4: Truth (The chase part 1)

"Son residence, Chi-Chi speaking." She answered. It was now Thursday, the night before the full moon, and Pan had no idea what was happening to her.

"Where's Katakrot?" The voice said. 'Great, it's Vegeta.' She didn't like his attitude towards others, nor the way he treated them. But she knew that he was at least an okay person. "He's not home. Call back later." She responded. The line was quiet for some time before he spoke again. "It's about your daughter." "What about my daughter?" Chi-Chi questioned.

Vegeta hung up the phone at the single question. 'Stupid humans.' He thought rolling his eyes. Right that moment, the only goal was to find Goku and tell him what was happening to them. With it being the night before, Pan and Trunks couldn't think straight. He knew that as well as any Sayian, two people in heat like that was bound to be trouble, their instinct guiding them the whole way.

About three hours later Vegeta emerges from the gravity room to find Goku and Bulma talking on the porch. 'About time that clown showed up.' Bulma turned around and greeted her husband with a, "Chi-Chi told Goku that you had called, so he told him to come see you." Then she lowered her voice to but a whisper. "Is this about Pan and Trunks?" She was hoping that only Vegeta could hear the question, but then the both saw the way Goku tensed up at the sound of his daughter's name. "What about my daughter?" He asked.

With the look in his eyes, anyone could tell he was getting mad. "Well, are you gonna tell me or not?" "Kakarot, I need to inform you of something that is going to happen. Tonight." Bulma had decided to leave, because she didn't want to get in the middle of something like this. The two Sayians stayed on the porch and talked about the whole thing. "I don't like the idea at all; does she have to go through with it?" Goku asked. Vegeta looked down at his feet, knowing that if he were in his friends shoes, he would ask the same thing about his little girl.

"I guess that I have to tell her then." He said breaking the long silence. Goku looked over at his friend, who was seemingly in deep thought. "Don't worry, everything will work out." And left for Mt. Poa.

All throught the night, and into the next morning, Trunks wanted so badly to see her, talk to her, and do things. Not necessarily in that order. Instinct was winning out, and it was still early. So he decided to call her instead. Picking up the phone and dialing the number he knew at heart, he thought what it would be like, the chase, how she'd react. How she would react if he just told her the truth on the phone? "Son residence, Pan speaking." She didn't sound well, like she was still sick or something. Trunks seemed genuinely concerned. But that little voice in his head told him not to worry.

"Pan, we need to talk." He said quietly.

Pan didn't know what was going on, why hadn't Trunks just dropped by like any other time. She wanted to see him so badly. But she couldn't tell him that, at least, not the way she wanted to. Pan felt like she was going crazy staying in her house. She wanted, no, needed to get out. "What is it Trunks?" The line seemed dead for a while before Pan heard an answer.

"There's something you have to know. How do you feel staying cooped up in your house?" She was puzzled by his question. 'Why ask something like that?' "I feel that I have to get out, its killing me." He was sort of pleased by her answer, he was finally getting somewhere. "Well," he started, "you're not the only one. What I mean is, that I feel, the same way. And the reason I didn't come over and talk to you, is because if I do, I might do something crazy. " 'Something crazy? If its what I think it is, I don't care.' She thought. Her instincts where on hyper drive, and she -even though she felt sick- was ready for anything.

"You're in heat." He said. "On the night of the full moon, a Sayian's instinct to find a mate wins out. They start to feel these urges, and then start to feel claustrophobic and have to get out. One of then start a chase, and then if they are caught, they are taken. Do you understand me so far, Pan?" Her mind was clouded, confused. All her response was, was an "Yes. I do. But I have to go. Can we talk later?" ' If we're lucky, we wont be talking.' He thought. "Yeah." And he hung up the phone.

For some hours the two just sat in their respective homes, waiting. Bulma and Chi-Chi could tell that their kids where losing it. Goku told his wife about the situation shortly after talking to Vegeta, and Bulma was not in the same room, but she still heard.

As soon as the sun set and the moon rose, Trunks and Pan paced around their rooms, their bodies sweltering, like they could die if they didn't leave. "Screw it!" He exclaimed as he walked out of his house. Pan was already out, he could tell. He rushed out into the woods, looking for her. Her sweet scent invaded his nose. She was close, very close.

Pan was running as fast as her legs could possibly carry her. She enjoyed the chase, it was pure adrenaline to her. She wanted to be with him, Pan was sure of that now. But she wasn't about to giver herself up that easily. Keeping her ki low was not an option, knowing that he would find her anyway. Her body scraped trees and twigs ad she continued to run. "Damn." she whispered. Trunks was getting closer, she could feel it in her bones. Pan went airborne to try and throw him off. She flew to the other side of the woods, only to find...

"Oh how I've wanted you." Trunks said, voice dropping an octave. She finally understood what he was saying, she was the 'victim' of this chase. The sound of his voice, and they way his arm snake its way across her waist sent shivers through her. This was gonna be fun, for the both of them.

Well, that was interesting. What will happen next? Will she just give up and submit to Trunks, or will she lead him on a more... eventful chase? ;)

No flames, constructive criticism appreciated.