I groaned as the intense cold made my limbs still. I had flown farther out into the training area than was perhaps wise, but I wanted to push myself. The gravity increased, bearing down on me like a weight and the extreme temperatures wreaked havoc on my body. I turned, knowing I was at my limit and sped back as fast as I was able to the living area. As soon as I saw it in the distance, I was aware of Trunks' energy rapidly approaching me. He came to a stop several feet from me, his hair glowing golden and his aura whipping around erratically. My name fell from his lips in a desperate tone and before I could respond, his body slammed into mine. We fell to the ground, Trunks spinning in mid air to bare the brunt of the force. I grunted as I bounced against his hard body, squirming in his iron grip.
"Trunks what are you-..." I asked, annoyed.
"Gone," he whimpered, cutting me off.
"What?"
"You were gone," he clarified. "I thought I had lost you. I thought you went too far and...I couldn't sense you. Don't ever..."
"I'm sorry," I said, stroking his cheek. He rolled over, pinning me beneath him and pressing his face into my neck. His weight bore down on me, but I ignored it, stroking his back as he mapped out my body with his hands. I suddenly heard fabric tearing and realized Trunks was ripping my shirt off.
"What are-..." My words were cut off as the demi saya-jin crushed his mouth to mine, his tongue prying my lips apart. I relaxed beneath him, letting him hold me to him and kiss me as we had always done in moments of desperation, moments when the bond demanded we bring ourselves as close as we could. I felt him pull off his own clothes and press his body against mine, pinning me with his weight while his hands cupped and massaged my breast. I began to struggle beneath him. This wasn't the same as the desperate need to feel one another that we usually experienced. This was more violent, more feral.
His hips pressed against mine and I felt his hardness against my own sex, grinding against me as he moaned into my mouth. I jerked my lips free with a turn of my head and Trunks descended on my neck, his sharp teeth scraping against the skin, followed by his tongue. His hands moved down, cupping my bottom and pulling my hips up to give him what I guessed was the perfect angle to enter me.
"Trunks! Stop!" I yelled, pushing against his chest. He moved one hand from my hip, snatching one of my wrists up and bringing it to his mouth. He lapped at the pulse point there before sealing his mouth over it and sucking, no doubt leaving a dark mark.
"Trunks!" I shouted.
"Mine!" he growled, thrusting his hips against mine, making my back arch as his hardness ground against my clit.
"No," I sobbed, struggling. "Trunks, please." Tears leaked from the corner's of my eyes and my chest shook with my cries. Trunks paused, his eyes turning to my face. I saw the blown pupils shrink and him come back to himself. He gasped my name, lifting me up and hugging me tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he chanted. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him despite the fact that he was the one who had invoked my tears. He was once again My Trunks, not a feral beast guided only by instinct.
"Let's get some sleep," I said with a sniffle. He nodded and lifted me up as he flew off towards the living quarters.