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She stood up and held out her hand… "Come to bed."
He grabbed her hand completely submissive to whatever she wanted. He was filled with excitement and curiosity as she led him to their bed. A wave of anxiety coursed through his veins before his blood boiled with anticipation. He had never felt nervous fucking a female, but this was different. He had relinquished control to this enchanting women. She had him under her spell, and he was loving every second.
She grabbed hold of his toned arms and as the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed, she lowered herself slowly, taking him with her. She snaked her arms around his middle, clutching his sinewy back until he was flush against her- lying between her legs. She brought her lips up to meet his in a deep searing kiss- their tongues dancing to a song composed only for them… A melody shared between two souls joined together by unbreakable chords… Briefly interrupted by ripping sounds as he swiftly discarded their clothing.
He acclimated to her tempo as his hands fondled every part of her- a sweet symphony weakening her senses. She rolled her head back, her eyes closed as he spread chaste kisses across her chin, down her neck… swirling the tip of his tongue around her clavicle before gently nipping his mark… she was his to possess, to love, to cherish… forever.
She arched her back as he found her nipple- a strained but pleasurable moan escaping her lip-, his masculine hands gently squeezing her hips. Her fingers twisted in the sheets as he continued his trail down her belly, his tongue working deftly over her burning skin. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation panting heavily, her abdomen heaving as she exhaled. She could hear his laboured breathe and watched through half lidded eyes as he moved across her skin as if she were a priceless treasure.
He had no idea how he was doing this. All he knew was that it was what she desired… He knew ever since the first time she acquiesced to consensual fucking that she yearned for tenderness, for him to take her slowly, for him to explore every part of her… He could do this much for her. He had seen it in her dreams before and thought it absurd! How could she think that he would stoop so low as to give her what she wanted? Yet, here he was doing the exact thing he swore he would never do… He was loving her sweetly and tenderly. She had become his alpha and omega, she was is air, his sustenance… the centre of his universe…
He worked his way up again until his lips found hers… "Wrap your legs around me?" He commanded huskily against her lips, his warm breathe tickling her nose.
She moaned as the tip of his impressive manhood teased her entrance, and did what he wanted. He wrapped his arms tightly around her middle until she was pressed down by the full weight of him. She couldn't breathe, and just as panic began to set in she found herself on top of him- straddling his waist. She gasped in pure shock her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Look at me, Pan…" His voice quivered with raw emotion as tears stung his eyes. The head of his cock barely penetrating her.
She met his gaze and could feel herself coming apart at the seams. This was their biggest revelation yet. This was the most important ritual in a Saiyan bond, it was the first step to forever and he had deprived her- and himself- of that honour. She stayed completely still, yet her sex throbbed and clenched deliciously at the feel of him. She knew in that moment that as soon as their bodies connected it would be the start of her destiny. She was born to love him, to spend eternity with him. She was rooted deep in his essence as he was in hers. Their lives, and whatever cruelty they were dealt- individually and together- was to fulfil this purpose. Why had this difficult and unjust path been laid before them? Kami alone knew… But, the reward was so sweet, so deserving… The most powerful and unbreakable Saiyan bond, and a love so deep that no man can fathom…
They cried out with titillating pleasure as she slowly eased down until he was buried deep inside her… holding each other's teary gaze as they came full circle. She moved languidly and sensually her hands gripping his forearms as he held her hips. The feeling was exquisite, she could feel him everywhere. In her head, her heart, her soul as their bodies danced to the most erotic symphony…
His mouth opened in silent cries as this goddess took him to heights beyond his comprehension. It was like he was flying close to the sun, his body ablaze before it rocketed back to solid ground. She was glowing, her hair swaying behind her in golden hues… He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers as they climaxed… Gloriously… Blissfully…
She groaned sleepily as she stretched her limbs before snuggling against the blanket. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself alone. Was it all a dream? A figment of her imagination, her heart's desire? She turned to her bedside table, eyeing the clock- 6am… too early for anything.
She smiled sweetly to herself, feeling content for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She closed her eyes, her mind playing vivid images of her and Trunks in a passionate embrace. Her heart pulsated in her chest… it was no dream!
She felt the blankets lifting and the cosy warmth caused by the fireplace brushed against her skin before she was enveloped in strong arms. His nose nuzzled the crook of her neck. She slipped her tail around his abdomen, brushing his.
"I thought I was dreaming…"
"It's real and amazing. I feel like I've been reborn."
"I'm glad…" She hesitated. "Trunks…"
"I know, I will work through it slowly."
"We… we will! I don't want you suppressing those memories and thoughts. I know you're still hiding things, and I want you to know that you can trust me with your burdens. I'm so scared you will regress…"
"Can we not talk about this!?" He snapped, pushing away from her, turning onto his back.
"Okay… sorry." She wrapped the blankets tighter around her and kept her back to him.
He sighed irritably. "I know you bear the brunt of my anger, and that you are the one burdened with all my fucked-up-ness-"
"Is that even a word?" Amused.
"It is now… I just don't want to think about it. I managed for years with all of it locked up inside of me."
"And look how well that turned out!" She replied sarcastically.
He remained silent, and this stunned her more than his outbursts, or his violent streak.
"I'm working on that, too… Please be patient with me." He whispered pleadingly and it pulled at her heart.
"She turned around and found her way on top of him for the second time. "I am nothing but patient." She gazed into his blue eyes, filled with so much conflicting emotions.
He brought his hands up to cup her face. "I love you…"
Her eyes widened. "Who are you and what have you done with my Trunks?"
He smiled shyly. Shyly! Her heart leapt, and she could not describe the overwhelming sensation coursing through her as that one gesture reached his eyes.
"My Kami, you are so beautiful!" She whispered in awe. "It's unfair, really…" she pouted.
He leaned forward and grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it gently. Her breathing quickened as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She shivered as his hand glided up her spine, twisting his fingers into her hair. He kissed her painfully slow, his tongue caressing hers, his lips moulding perfectly with her own…
Trunks scanned the office, looking at the certificates on the walls and the various items on the desk. He moved around the desk and sat in the chair before opening the drawers, rummaging through them. He looked up as someone entered.
"P-prince Trunks…" The nurse stammered.
"Do you know where Doctor Kimura is?" He kept his cold gaze on her.
"No… he has been missing for some time now. And we still have the guards looking for him as per your instructions.
"He hasn't been in contact with anyone here?"
"Not as far as I know-"
He slammed his hand on the desk and stood up. "Then find me someone who knows!"
He could see her shaking… He hadn't meant to scare her, but there was no way he could bring himself to apologise. After all, he still had a reputation to uphold with the outside world. Though, recently he had been seriously contemplating the point of this ruse, but he did not want to appear weak…
"Y-yes, Prince Trunks…" She retreated as fast as she could.
Trunks sighed and fell back into the chair closing his eyes. Nothing was out of the ordinary in the office, except the fact that the doctor was missing. He had to get to the bottom of this, and find out what happened to Pan the night she miscarried… Nothing had been altered in her medical files, as far as he could tell. Somehow this all seemed rehearsed to him, and perfectly executed.
Goku leaned against the door, arms folded across his chest and watched the Prince in his contemplative state. He could sense a mammoth change in him, and could also feel the constant battle as to which persona needed to dominate.
"You'll go crazy, you know?"
"What do you want, old man?"
Goku stepped into the office and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk to where Trunks was. "What did you say to that poor nurse?"
"Nothing that concerns you." Trunks remained stationery, his head leaning against the back of the chair and his eyes still closed.
"Still looking for the doctor?" Goku scratched the back of his head. "Something tells me you won't find him."
"Why is that?"
"Because, I can't sense him anywhere on the planet. Which means he has escaped, and the shield sensors are jamming our abilities to sense beyond Vegeta, or he is dead. Which do you prefer?"
"Neither! He could be masking his ki, or the area where he is hiding. My mother has developed such technologies, and it would be easy for him to have retrieved it."
"Maybe you should ask for your mother's help."
"No! And I don't recall asking for yours, either." He finally looked at Goku, eyes void as usual.
"You don't fool me one bit." Goku grinned. "I see past that mask of yours… The question is do you?"
"You are an idiot!" Trunks snarled. "I'm sure I know me better than you do!"
"Do you?" he raised his brow. "You have to let go, Trunks… and it will all become so much clearer."
"You know something, don't you? This is your granddaughter we're talking about, and that bastard did something to her! Are you just going to sit there and do nothing?!"
"Are you? This is something you have to deal with, Trunks."
Trunks was about to respond, but Goku held up his hand.
"When the time comes you will know why I didn't do anything. I will tell you this… All is not lost. However, it's up to you to face your demons head on."
"You make no sense as usual!" Trunks growled angrily.