Never wanna say what you mean to me,never wanted to run, frightened to believe, you're the best thing about me.

Bulma found the princess in a cleaning supply closet three floors down and tucked back towards the servants quarters, bawling.

"Honey, do you really think that's going to do any good?" Bulma asked calmly; a little insensitive, but it shut her up. "C'mon, lets get you in to something pretty. You might as well be walking around naked if you aren't going to wear any armor with that jumpsuit." Bulma turned and walked away, the pink-haired girl clambering after her. "Now, I want you to tell me why you're in love with this Golden Warrior guy."

"Oh. Um." The girl blushed heavily. "When I go out and fight as Sailor Moon, he always turns up and saves me just in the nick of time, you know? I don't know, just the way he holds me, after the fight, like he cant believe I'm safe, it makes me feel like I'm the most wonderful person in the universe."

Bulma smiled at the girl, gently. "But Trunks doesn't make you feel that way."

"Trunks," she scowled prettily, "Is arrogant, violent, and sadistic. He's always starting fights over nothing, just stupid little things, and he goes on about honor and duty like they're some kind of religion, and he gets angry at the drop of a hat. The only time he's ever been nice to me, he chewed my neck open!" She rubbed at the scars on her neck, looking furious. "I thought he'd saved me from Galaxia, at the very least, when I climbed out of that regen tank. Like I might actually matter to him beyond being honor bound to protect me."

"It sounds like you have feelings for both of them. Maybe that's why the Silver Crystal broke." Bulma hypothesized. Princess Serenity was quiet for a long moment.

"Its sucks. No offense, but your son is an asshole, and I don't even know the Golden Warrior's name." she sniffled a little, then wiped at her face angrily. What a joy it is to be sixteen, Bulma thought.

"You don't know what the biting thing is about, do you?" Bulma asked, hefting her infant son to her other hip.

"No, I guess not. No one's ever said anything about it." She thought for a moment. "But now that I think about it, I can see your scars, and Chi Chi and Queen Mars both show theirs off all the time."

"It's a marriage vow." Bulma explained. "You might not have had a wedding, but to Trunks, you're already married. And the thing about Sayajin," Bulma paused and turned to face the princess to drive her point home, "Is that it's the only way to tell someone you love them. Sayajin cant say the words, because of their pride, but the mate mark is a symbol of how strongly each person feels. You haven't bitten him back, so he thinks his love is unrequited; he's not going to be nice to you, because his love for you is a weakness now. Sayajin are like that; if it doesn't make them stronger, it's a weakness." Bulma turned and continued walking. "Why did you kiss him, right after you got out of the regen tank?"

"It was this crazy dream I had while I was in there," the Princess shrugged, "The Golden Warrior came to save me, and then he just sort of morphed into Trunks, and when I got out, everything seemed fine, so I just assumed that someone had come to my rescue, and Trunks was there," Serenity followed Bulma into the private quarters of the royal family, and sat quietly on the bed as Bulma fished a white lacy dress out of her closet.

"Here, try this one on, it's the only thing in there that might fight right now," Bulma took her infant son into the nursery and laid him down in his crib while his future fiancée changed.

Somewhere near the southern polar icecap, Trunks was sitting, glowering at the wind-whipped snow as he huddled in on himself.

"Next time, make yourself easier to find," Vegeta growled at the hunched figure.

"Leave me alone."

"Don't pull that angsty teenage bullshit on me, boy," Vegeta hauled Trunks to his feet by the scruff of his neck.

"Let go!" Trunks jerked out of his grasp, snarling.

"You have no honor," Vegeta spat into the wind, "Truth and blood are the only honorable things. You fail in your duty, by weakening both of you with your lie."

Trunks stood like a statue, staring at his father with wide, shocked blue eyes.

"You sacrifice your strength for your petty desire for her to love your weaknesses." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. "She loves your strength, as any mate should. And you dare to dishonor her by hiding that strength?"

"I haven't lied-"

"Hiding the truth is just as dishonorable." Vegeta sneered. "You marked her; have you even consummated your bond? What kind of Sayajin are you?"

"I am the Legendary!" Trunks clenched his fists, hunching forward as if he were about to lunge.

"You are nothing without proof!" Vegeta roared. "You claim a woman out of duty, and let her lust after another, without telling her who her hero really is? You fight for her, as two separate men? Where is the proof of your honor?"

"She rejected me, as I am! She pulls away from my ultimate strength out of duty to me! There are days when she wont even look at me!" Trunks didn't notice his aura flickering from blue to gold, or his hair starting to stand on end.

"Then prove your honor!" Vegeta snarled, and hit the last button of Sayajin pride. "Or are you too much a coward?"

Trunks threw his head back and roared; his hair went gold, and his eyes flashed to a pupilless green. Vegeta had taken off by the time Trunks refocused his attention, making a bee line straight for the palace. Trunks rocketed after his father, leaving a sonic boom in his wake.

Vegeta dove through the window of his private quarters, paused long enough to take in Bulma and his daughter in law, threw Bulma over his shoulder and shoved the princess to the middle of the room, and made for the door.

"Not on my bed, girl!" He snarled as he headed through the door to the nursery, the only way to keep the girl between him and his son.

Trunks shot through the window and almost bowled Serenity over before he noticed her. Her pink eyes were wide, her mouth gaping; he froze. Understanding settled in, and she tried to slap him.

He caught her wrist, and said in a dark waning voice, "Don't."

She grabbed him by the back of the neck and hauled herself up and kissed him; the shock dropped him out of Super Sayajin, and his feet finally touched the floor. When she pulled back, a little breathless and wide-eyed, they both looked down at the brooch fastened to the front of her dress.

The Silver Crystal was starting to glow.

She looked up at him, bit her lip prettily, and stepped close again. Pulling the neck of his jumpsuit down, she sank her teeth into the exposed muscle there, fighting to breathe as he wrapped his arms and tail around her. At the first taste of blood, she clamped down as hard as she could, then pulled back, and crumpled to the floor with him.

"Your father said not to do it on the bed," she warned him as he nuzzled her neck; she'd never heard him laugh at all before, and decided not to interrupt it.

He started kissing her again soon enough anyway.

A/N; No lemon this time around. Savage Garden again...I'm driving alot of people nuts by listening to this stuff over and over and over and over again. K. Any noticable plot holes, questions? Let me know.