I watched as the people we had found scarfed down the food we brought them at an almost alarming rate. They almost put Goku to shame. I smiled at them, reaching out to break apart a large meat bun one of the children was trying to shove in it's mouth whole. It grinned at me before stuffing one of the pieces in it's mouth and chewing quickly.
"So it was Paragus who destroyed your planet," Trunks said.
"No, it wasn't Paragus," came the reply. "He was stronger and bigger."
"And it couldn't be Boly, that guys a toothpick," Trunks grumbled, turning around. I stood and moved over to him.
"What are you thinking?" I asked. Trunks shook his head, his long hair brushing his shoulders.
"Maybe Paragus is telling the truth," he said. "If the Legendary super Sayajin exists, we might have a lot of trouble on our hands."
"We could always just capture him and let Cell and him destroy each other," I said.
"My Dad will not go for that," Trunks said.
"It was worth a shot," I sighed. I yawned and leaned against him, resting my head on his chest.
"We should head back to the castle," he said. "You need sleep." I nodded, letting Trunks lift me into his arms and fly off towards the castle with the others in tow. I felt him cradle me closer, his lips pressing against my cheek.
We landed at the Castle, and began heading towards the sleeping quarters Paragus had pointed out earlier only to be intercepted by said man.
"I have taken the liberty of setting up separate quarters for her," I heard him say. "I doubt she would wish to sleep with the other males."
"Thank you," Trunks said.
"Follow me," Paragus told him. I felt them walk in a separate direction, my body rocked by Trunks' careful stride.
"Is she your mate?" Paragus asked.
"No," Trunks said. "We have a half bond. Father said we must have formed it as children."
"And you have not completed it as adults? How strange," Paragus remarked. I found myself annoyed at his curiosity, wandering why he asked such questions.
"It's complicated," Trunks said.
"If you wish to break it, you have only to mate with another," Paragus informed him. "Or she could take another mate, but it would have to be a Sayajin." Trunks hummed in acknowledgment of the statement, but said nothing else.
"Your father is back, by the way," Paragus said.
"Good," Trunks said. "I need to talk with him." The conversation lapsed once more, the sound of their footsteps on the stone floor the only thing that filled the silence.
I heard a door creak open and Paragus say;
"This room has it's own bathroom for her, as well."
"Again, Thank you," Trunks told him, walking forward. I felt myself laid on a soft bed as I heard the door close. Trunks' hands moved over my body, gently tugging off my clothes. He bent down and kissed me gently.
"I'll be right back," he said. "I need to go talk to my father."
"Hurry back," I whimpered tiredly. He chuckled and left, most likely threw the window since I hadn't heard the door open. I dozed restlessly, curling towards the window, waiting for Trunks to return. Despite the strain on our relationship, our bond demanded I be near him and my body missed him. I was tired and prayed he hurry up so I could get some actual sleep.
I heard the door open and whimpered, not bothering to look.
"C'mere," I said. I heard him move across to room to the bedside and stand there. I scowled and patted the bed behind me.
"Get in bed, I'm sleepy," I whined. The sound of footsteps moving to the other side of the bed, then the bed dipping as another body joined me. An arm came around my waist, pulling me to a naked chest. My neck was nuzzled, lips brushing over the dark hickey that had been left their previously. I squirmed. Something wasn't right. I tried to figure it out, my lethargic brain not wanting to function. A hand caressed my stomach gently before moving between my legs.
"Stop," I groaned, shifting my hips so the hand was forced to move away. It chose my breast instead, cupping the soft mound.
"I said, stop," I huffed. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Well, my father ignored me and-...What the fuck are you doing?" I jumped up, looking towards the window to see Trunks standing on the ledge, a look of pure rage on his face. I felt my blood run cold. If Trunks was standing there, then who was in my bed? If it was Roshi, I was going to behead him.
I turned slowly and saw Broly sitting there, scowling at Trunks.
"What the fuck?" I cried, jumping from the bed, my back slamming into the wall painfully. "What are you doing? Get out!"
"He's not your mate," Broly said, nodding to Trunks. "I want to be-..."
"No!" I cried. "You stupid Sayajins are starting to piss me off! Why are you all concerned about my mating status! Get out of my room!"
"I am better than him," Broly said, nodding to Trunks.
"Get out!" I screamed. The door flew open and Paragus came rushing in.
"What is going on?" he demanded. "Broly? What are you doing in here?"
"Wanted her," he said in an almost sulky tone, like a child caught doing something naughty.
"She told you to leave, my son," Paragus said in a low, stern tone, holding out his hand. "Now come." I noticed a device in the older Sayajin's hand that glowed slightly. Broly moved out of my bed and followed his father out in an almost puppet like way as if he lacked the will to do anything besides obey. When the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned to look at Trunks and found his expression was dark.
"Trunks?" I asked.
"You really will fuck any Sayajin, won't you?" he spat.
"Excuse me?" I cried. "How dare you? You think I wanted him in my bed?"
"You seemed pretty comfortable," Trunks said coldly.
"I thought it was you!" I exclaimed.
"And since when can't you tell the difference?" he sneered.
"Since I'm so damn tired I wasn't paying attention!" I almost shrieked. "It certainly never occurred to me that anyone else but you would climb into my bed!" Trunks' dark expression didn't abate as he stepped slowly into the room. I backed away from him, not wanting to give him the chance to grab me in the heat of my anger. How dare he accuse me of anything?
He shrugged his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor, then quickly pulled his shirt over his head.
"I'd rather you keep your clothes on," I bit out. Trunks ignored my remark and toed off his boots, leaving his feet bare as he moved closer to me. My anger grew at his chilly silence and I shot a Ki blast at him that he easily deflected out the window.
"Fuck you," I hissed.
"That's the idea," he growled.
"What?" I asked. He vanished for a second only to reappear inches from me. His hands seized me, pulling me to his chest.
"Let me go!" I cried.
"No," he said. "Not this time, my dear. You won't deny me any longer." Trunks pushed me back onto the bed, using his body to pin me there as he kicked off his pants.
"Trunks, no!" I cried desperately.
"Yes," he snarled, his pupils fully dilated leaving only the thinnest ring of blue. His teeth were bared, showing his sharp canines and his Ki flared slightly as I pushed mine to try and free myself. His Ki weighed down on me like a ton of bricks so I pushed mine higher and higher, but each time I did, he met, then surpassed my power level. He seemed to revel in the power struggle, his lips twisting into a smirk. I wandered why Paragus hadn't burst into the room again, then realized that he must not have been able to sense power levels. Vegeta and the others would most likely think Trunks and I were just sparring. I was alone with whatever madness had gripped my friend.
"Trunks, please," I pleaded.
"I love it when you beg," he growled, forcing my legs apart. His hand moved down, caressing my most intimate parts until my body responded by lubricating my channel. I squirmed as my body responded, not only to the stimulation, but to him. This was right, this was perfect. I knew it, and one look at his face told me he knew it as well. But an intense fear gripped me at what all that meant.
"Trunks, no," I tried again. "You don't want to do this."
"But I do," he snarled. "I have for awhile now. And you push me away anymore!" I cried out as he entered me with one swift movement, filling me completely. He groaned, giving a series of shallow thrusts before dropping his head to my neck.
"Pure bliss," he panted. I moaned beneath him, fully understanding what he meant. It wasn't just sex. This was the feeling we had so desperately sought that day in the Briefs house when we touched and held one another. We were intertwined completely, closer than we had ever been. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as I shifted my hips against him. He grinned and pulled back, slamming forward, causing me to wail loudly. I thrashed beneath him as he pounded into me, his hand moving to toy with my breast. His name was a chanting prayer on my lips and mine on his. He moved to brace himself with one hand while the other tangled in my hair, lifting me up to he could kiss me, his tongue plundering my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heals into his lower back to encourage him, to hasten his pace. Each thrust drove me closer to completion and I knew he was moving towards it as well.
"Trunks," I panted. "...please..."
"Yes, my love," he moaned. "Yes." His grip on my hair became painful as he moved my head to expose my neck. I felt him brush his lips along the spot he often kissed before he opened his mouth and scrapped his teeth along the tender skin. I knew what he intended to do, and while every atom in my body demanded it, my mind protested it vehemently.
"Trunks, no!" I moaned half heatedly. He ignored me, sinking his teeth deeply into my skin, marking me and sealing the bond, once and for all. I bit back a scream, writhing beneath him, my nails clawing at his back, not in pain but in the purest most primal form of ecstasy. I moved my own lips to his neck, guided by some strange instinct and returned the favor, my blunt dentition finding it harder to part his flesh, but accomplishing it nonetheless. He let out a guttural groan that was muffled by my neck and I felt him flood my abused channel with his seed, triggering my own explosive orgasm.
I suddenly felt...whole. As if I had walked through my life as half a person. I was complete at last. I felt Trunks above me, inside me and within me. My mate, my love, my soul, my friend. I knew him to be all these things and more. I felt him in my mind, feeling his bliss and own feelings of utter completion as well as his intense feelings of love and adoration towards me. He pulled his mouth back from my neck, drawing back to look at me, forcing me to release him from my own instinct driven grip. I tasted his blood in my mouth, felt it on my lips and didn't care. My tongue snaked out to lap it away and he smiled at me.
"My mate," he said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes," I sighed, reaching for him again.
"I love you," he cooed, coming into my arms, his lips finding mine.
"And I you," I replied, rolling my hips to stir his member that remained inside me as tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. How had I ever shied away from this? How had I ever denied this? This feeling of wholeness that had stayed outside my grasp for so long. I giggled when he jerked his rapidly filling cock inside me as he peppered kisses on my face, trailing them along my jaw to the mark he left, his tongue laving it. I arched and cried out, almost climaxing from the teasing of it. He chuckled and sealed his mouth over it, giving it a hard suck and I did orgasm then, spasming around him violently. He moaned against my skin, thrusting quickly as I soaked his organ.
"My mate," he purred. "So sensitive." I thrashed beneath him wildly, desperate for him to orgasm, to feel his heat flood and fill me. He chuckled and began thrusting again, lapping at the mark on my neck until I was forced to climax yet again, this time taking him with me. As he filled me with his seed, our lips met and he kissed me tenderly. I felt him pull out of me, flinching as he did, my passage sore. He cooed quietly before pulling me to his chest. I didn't have the strength to protest falling asleep in such a mess and quickly succumbed to sleep.
DHMB: I figured I would put this here since I got some serious butthurt messages regarding this chapter. If you can't/won't stomach rape in a story, that is fine and you have every right to hit the back button and avoid this particular fanfic like the bubonic plague. No one is forcing you to do anything you don't want to. I put warnings in my first authors note, if you failed to read them, that's on you.
I will not remove this element from my story simply to spare your feelings. It's called artistic license. It means if I want, I can make Trunks some monstrous knuckle dragging rapist, wheelchair bound amputee or kill him off all together simply for the sheer fun of it. I can do the same with Vegeta, Goku, Broly, Paragus, Krillian, Gohan, Cell, Tie, Yamcha, Piccolo, etc. I can make them all knuckle dragging misogynistic pigs. Thinking that you're delicate feelings being hurt over this will make me change the entire plot of my story is asinine. Kindly get off your high horse.
That is all.