So, I've been thinking of expanding the story beyond when… you know… the obvious. Like, what happens within the family, and MAYBE a threat. But all of that is up to you, my faithful readers. Read this and review. Please.

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Chapter 5: TheHunter and The Hunted (The chase part 2)

Her body was shaking. She didn't know what to do. 'RUN!' Her mind screamed. She tried to get out of his strong grip around her mid-section. But there was no way around it, she couldn't move. Her breath quickened because as she began to freak out on the inside, he was enjoying this. Some primal instinct liked putting fear in her. She tried her best not to let that show. But she was failing miserably.

He had her right where he wanted her. He began to put her up against a near by tree, and whispered, "Just give up, you know you want it." up against her ear. His warm breath tickling her. All of a sudden, she felt as if she would freeze out in the woods. Pan began to open her mouth to speak, but the words would not come out. Instead, Trunks leaned in ever so slightly and captured her lips with his. The feeling was electric. Never had she felt like this before.

His tongue grazed her bottom lip for entrance, and she was glad to give it. As soon as it was given her pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, one of passion and lust. The two pulled away breathless, Trunks still pulling her tightly to him. The look in his eyes, she couldn't place it. All she wanted to do was run. It scared her, but at the same time, exhilarated her.

The blood was rushing throughout his body. Mostly in one place, if you know what is implied. His mind dizzied, her scent however close was intoxicating. He physically couldn't control himself anymore. All he wanted to do was take her, in whatever way he wanted. Domination, total control. Ravishing the one he loved the most. "Pan." He panted. He saw something in her eyes. Need? Anticipation? No. Fear, he could see her fear pouring through her eyes.

Thoughts hit him like a brick wall. But they weren't his. At least he didn't think they were. Caught up in his own mind, Trunks did not realize his prey and run off. 'Oh well, I can find her in seconds.'

Pan could hear what he said. But how? Her dad said that only mated couples could talk telepathically, and hear thoughts. She continued running, thinking to herself, what he might do to her if he caught her. The moon was out and high in the sky. 'I only have to survive a few more hours.' In a flash, she hit something, or someone face first, and she began to fall to the ground.

Trunks found her. He held her close, like a few minuets before, and brushed her thick matted hair out of her face. "Pan," He said. "Why do you keep running away?" Frozen in his arms she stood. This wasn't how its supposed to go. She looked up to him and saw a smirk upon his face that would make his father proud. At that second, she could place what it was that was in his eyes. Lust, pure lust.

His hands lightly began to touch her scrapes on her mid-section, sending a shiver up and down her whole body. She so badly wanted to submit to him . But that would mean the end. She couldn't let it happen, not yet at least. As she continued her thoughts, his hands began to creep all over her body, and then lower and lower. Pan let out a gasp when she felt his hand, where it didn't belong. But she didn't do anything. Her mind was clouded, she couldn't focus, her breathing became ragged as he unconsciously began grinding her up against him. It felt so good, she was ready now. She had to be. All of her life she'd been in love with him, but never earned the chance to tell him.

As if he'd been reading her mind, Trunks whispered in her ear panting, "I love you Panna, my whole life I've loved you." And began to kiss her. Passionately, slowly, meaningfully. They wanted to never stop the kiss, but they needed air. Then, Pan began to put a coherent sentence together. As for the past minuets, she's been utterly speechless, "Trunks, where are we?" He snickered. The moon had gone down a lot since he last looked, but the need filling him had not.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter." He said nibbling at her ear. His iron grip loosened little by little knowing that she wouldn't try to run off. But Pan had other ideas. She could feel his need. Boy, could she ever. Being the cunning girl that she was, she began stroking him through his pants. He couldn't resist her touch, no matter how much he tried. His breathing hitched. "Shit Pan." He hissed. He let out a low growl from deep within his throat. Soon he couldn't barely stand, -that's how weak she made him,- and let his hand at her hip drop. Leaving her ample opportunity fro her plan.

Quickly, she ran, far away from her weakness. Soon though, he would come for her. And take what is rightfully his.

How 'bout that? Was it any good? Constructive criticism appreciated. No flames needed.