Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Royal Affair; The Saiyan Princes ❯ Good Morning ( Chapter 1 )

A Royal Affair; the Saiyan Princes

By

Shi-Saiyan and FloralBlackMoon

Chapter 1:

Shower the people you love with love

Show them the way that you feel

Things are gonna work out fine if you only will.

- - - James Taylor "Shower the People"

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches,

And here is my heart, which beats only for you.

- - - Paul Verlaine "Romances sans Paroles"

Pan woke slowly, squinting her eyes at the gray morning light. She stretched, wondering why she felt so stiff and sore, then almost screamed when she brushed up against a warm body. The memories came flooding back…

Trunks… they were married… their parents didn't know… they had just spent all night making love… Pan shook her head. Beside her, Trunks stirred, sliding his arm around her and nuzzling the side of her neck. She smiled and reached back, sliding her fingers through his silky lavender hair and holding him to her.

"Good morning," he murmured, his fingers on their way to making it an even better one. She let out a little "mmmm" when his hand slipped between her thighs and stroked her to awareness. Her body shifted against him, invitingly, her bottom rubbing against his hips and he hardened, instantly. She smiled when she felt his arousal nudging at the back of her thighs, as if begging for access. She granted it, bending her knee and allowing him to slide into her from behind. She gasped, her eyes widening. They hadn't tried this one the night before and her sore body was softly protesting. Her libido, however, didn't care. She rolled to her stomach and he followed, still buried inside her. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he slid halfway out, then back in.

"Are you okay? Not too sore?" he asked, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear.

"I'm fine," she said, through clenched teeth, as his extra movements did strange things to her lower regions. He chuckled a little at her obvious discomfort and set about relieving it.

Trunks' hands on her hips guided her motions as he stroked in and out of her. When she had picked up the rhythm herself, his right hand slipped around her, delving into her curls and finding that hidden button that governed her desire. With slow, agonizing motions, his fingertip rubbed circles over the little bundle of nerves and elicited a groan from Pan. He smiled and continued to tease her clit, in the same tempo he was thrusting into her and he felt her tense around him, as the sensations continued to build. Without warning, he withdrew and quickly turned her over, sliding quickly back inside her. She gasped, her eyes wide.

"I want to see it on your face," he said, continuing his movements and burying himself deeply inside her heat. Pan groaned and bucked her hips a little, involuntarily, her body aching for that sweet sensation she had discovered last night. The remembered pleasure was making her crazy as she strived to achieve it again. Quickly, her body began to hum again and she bit her lip, drawing blood, as the tension built. Trunks was watching her face, waiting. The moment the drop of crimson dripped down her chin, he leaned forward and licked it off her face and her body clenched around him. She cried out and her climax, combined with the taste of her blood, brought him quickly to his release. His shout was hoarse and he clutched her hips to his, pulling her even closer, before collapsing onto her. Pan was breathing hard and threaded her fingers through his hair once more, toying with the silken lengths as her heart went back to it's normal pace.

"Good morning to you too," she said, softly.

Trunks chuckled, and slowly slid out of her warmth, Pan sighed and continued to run her fingers through his lavender locks, "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," He whispered and bent down to give her a long kiss.

"We should get up, my Dad could be home worrying about me. Not to mention my mother, too." Pan smiled and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. Stretching, letting Trunks see all her glory.

"You know, I think we still got a bit more time…" Trunks started while pulling Pan towards him. Pan giggled and softly pushed Trunks away, "We can't Trunks! I really wish we could, you know I do, but my dad is really overprotective. He's not like yours, though sometimes I wish he was."

"Can't you make up a lie or something?" Trunks begged, already nibbling on her neck. Pan giggled and pushed Trunks away. "Come, let's get dressed."

"You get dressed, I'll watch." Trunks grinned, while Pan threw a pillow at him. She walked into the bathroom before yelling, "Pig!"

Trunks chuckled and grabbed his boxers lying on the floor, "I love you too, Pan."

"You could have told me before!" Pan yelled from the bathroom before the sound of running water filled the room.

Trunks softly laughed and started collecting the rest of his clothing.

*_______________________*

Pan, threw her purse over her shoulder as she sky rocketed into the sky, looking down at the land. She grinned and stopped, looking around she screamed.

"Yes!! I'm so happy!" She laughed, and slowly lowered onto the ground. Seeing her house, just a few miles away she sped quickly to the house. Her grin disappears when she felt her Dad's ki.

'Shit, Oh my Kami, what time is it?' Pan glanced at her watch to find it was 12:37.

Biting her lip, Pan stood at the door, pondering, 'Dad already knows I'm here, but I'm so scared!'

Pan form went rigid as the door opened and stood the figure of her angry father,

"Pan…" Gohan started, "I thought you were going to the library. You've been gone all night."

Pan turned away and looked at the ground, 'Damn it Trunks!'

"What were you doing, Pan?"

Pan took a breath and steeled herself, spinning toward her father with that defiant look that only a new adult can muster.

"Dad, I'm 23 years old and if I wanna stay out all night, I'll damn well do it!" Gohan looked taken aback, his eyes wide.

Videl gasped and dropped the knife she'd been using to make sandwiches for lunch. They both stared at the defiant, angry young woman that had once been their sweet, obedient, over achieving angel. Pan crossed her arms over her breasts and stared them down. Gohan finally found his voice.

"Pan, I- we- we don't mean to treat you like a child! We were just worried about you," he finished, looking strangely deflated.

"Dad, Mom, sit down," she said, walking into the kitchen. Hesitantly, with nervous glances at each other and their new daughter, Videl and Gohan sat down at the table. Pan remained standing. "Mom, Dad, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm gonna be blunt: Trunks and I got married last night." Videl let out a little shriek and Gohan's face went pale.

"Pan, tell me you are joking?" he begged. She shook her head.

"No. It's true. We love each other and we're married and that's all there is to it."

Gohan stood up, quickly and crossed to her, abruptly grabbing her shoulder and pushing her black locks to the side. Her neck was as perfect and unmarked as it had been the day she was born. Gohan's breath rushed out of his lungs.

"You didn't do it. You aren't claimed."

Pan pulled away from him.

"I said we were married," she held up her left hand and showed him the ring, "not claimed. That's got to wait until you or Grandpa or Vegeta tells us how to do it."

Gohan let a small bit of relief wash over him. They weren't bonded. There was still time. No way in hell was he gonna tell them, Goku would respect his wishes and well, Vegeta wasn't likely to want to help them with anything.

"I think we need to all go over to Capsule Corporation and talk to Trunks and Bulma and Vegeta," he said, slowly. Pan crossed her arms.

"Fine. After you."

*______________________*

Pan fidgeted in her chair, as she and her parents sat down and waited for Bulma to return with Trunks and Vegeta.

'This is it. This isn't so bad, it means no lies, nothing. Yeah.' Pan reassured herself, clenching her pants in her sweaty hands, nervously.

"Pan, stop it, if you were brave enough to get married, then you should be brave enough for this," Gohan stated, looking at Pan, "Right?"

Pan just stared at her father for a moment, and then looked away. 'I thought Dad would have been a bit angrier. He's just acting like I snuck out late at night and stole some cookies, or something like that.' She was actually a bit annoyed at his seemingly flippant attitude. It was as if he weren't taking her seriously.

Pan took a deep, shaky breath, as Trunks and his parents came into view, 'Vegeta doesn't look too happy.'

"Okay, what is it? This better be important. I have much better things to do than attend a family meeting."

Gohan stood up and looked at Vegeta, gesturing to their children. "They're married."

Bulma gasped in shock and turned to her son, "Trunks is this true?" Trunks nodded, "Yeah, we are."

Vegeta's face became slightly disturbed and he looked at Pan. "Remove your hair from your neck," he demanded, staring down at Pan.

"They're married in the human way," Videl sighed, "They don't understand this fully."

"Ha, then why is it such a concern?" Vegeta shrugged, "The human way is of no importance. If they had claimed each other, that might have caused in issue, but this is merely children playing house and sleeping together. Feh, and once again the Son family has wasted my time."

"Dad, why do you keep doing this to me?" Trunks snapped, "You're always making every big thing in my life seem like garbage! I'm tired of it! I just got married! Why aren't you saying anything? Doing anything?" Trunks trailed off, "You make it seem like all I do is nothing."

Vegeta stared at his son for a brief moment, "It isn't any concern to me because I do not care for the human tradition. You know as well as I do they aren't permanent. Sign a few papers, and you're free. Now, what is important is Sayain claiming. That is permanent."

"Then tell it to us!" Pan begged, "Me and Trunks…"

"No," Gohan shook his head, "I disapprove of this. You will not claim with Trunks. I will not tell you, my father won't and Vegeta?.." Gohan trailed off.

"Don't worry, I am in no mood to tell them anything," Vegeta stated before walking off.

"Vegeta won't either and neither will Bulma and Videl," Gohan said sternly, "You two will stay away from each other and soon this will all blow over."

Pan stared at her father, tears evident, through the anger. "Damn you," she whispered, "You can't stand the idea of me being happy without you around, do you? The idea of me not needing you just pisses you off." She was shaking with rage by now, her black eyes flashing like black glass.

"Pan, of course I want you to be happy, it's just---"

"No, you don't! If you did, you wouldn't be pulling this shit! Fine, if you guys won't tell us, we'll try and find out for ourselves." Pan said, "We will find out and you will not keep us from each other." There was an iron note in her voice.

"We will?" Trunks asked bewildered.

"Yes." Pan looked at her father and mother, "You'll regret this, I promise. You're going to wish you'd just told us. This is gonna be much worse on you."

"Is that a threat?" Gohan asked, stepping towards Pan. Pan shook her head and smiled wickedly, "No, just a promise. A promise I intend to keep."

*___________________*

"They're going to try and figure out the ritual." Gohan chuckled as he leaned against the Gravity Room wall. "Do you think they're going to succeed?"

"Ha, no, of course not. To a couple of half-breeds, the last thing their gonna think of is biting each other." Vegeta laughed as he punched an invisible opponent.

"No, but you see those movies. The so-called 'rituals' always involve blood."

"Those kids are completely clueless about Saiyan tradition," Vegeta commented. "Like you were before your idiot father tried to explain it to you. All of your Saiyan educations are sorely neglected."

Gohan grinned and laughed softly, "You should have been there when they tried to explain to me. Hilarious."

"I should have," Vegeta smirked, "Now enough talk of the young ones, let's spar."

"Now, Vegeta? I mean our children are right now in another room, making lo-fucking each other, what happens if instincts kick in?"

"Young fool, instincts only kick in when you are aware what you are suppose to do. Tell me, Kakkorat's spawn, when you were fucking Satan's spawn, before you knew of the rituals did any instincts take over?"

"No, that wasn't till after---"

"-you were informed," Vegeta interrupted, "So all they are doing now is wasting time…well not really. Now, let's spar."

Gohan sighed and threw off his jacket and got into position, "I am so going to kick your ass." Gohan smirked.

"Up yours."

*_______________________*

"I think the guys were too harsh on Pan and Trunks." Bulma sighed. "I can tell they really wanted our support."

Videl shrugged. "I just wish they invited us to the wedding. Us, not our husbands. We would have supported them."

Bulma laughed softly. "Yes, but you know kids, we were young once. We're always following our husband's leads…well, most of the time, anyway, and I guess they were scared we would reject their decision, you know?"

Videl smiled slightly. "Yes, but I wonder who their witnesses were. Bra? Goten, perhaps?"

Bulma shook her head. "Bra can't keep a secret if her life depended on it. There was a time Trunks and I were planning Vegeta's birthday party, and you know how Vegeta doesn't celebrate or do 'Human traditions'. Anyway, Trunks and I were planning what food we should make and then Bra came in, we told her not to tell. A few hours later, and me and Trunks are being lectured of how we shouldn't go behind a Prince's back and do things he doesn't like or some shit along that line."

Videl laughed before saying, "Well, Goten wouldn't. He loves his big brother too much to keep a secret. Even though he's 36, he's still holding the big brother image."

"Then who?"

"Maybe they provided a witness."

"I really wish I was there. I've always been there for every big event in Trunks' life, now he's gotten married and I wasn't there."

"Same here."

Bulma sighed and rubbed her temples. "Damn, I'm tired. My shoulders are aching, too much drama for me."

Videl nodded, "Bulma, do you remember Cell?"

"How could I not?"

"Well, a few years ago I actually mustered up the courage to ask Gohan to tell me about Cell. That man avoided that subject like a plague, anyway, he told me that a future Trunks came."

"Yeah, he came in a time machine…" Bulma trailed off.

"Maybe you could make a similar machine?"

"You're right!! I mean, I got the basic structure of the machine when I asked that Trunks how his mother built it. I could make one and we could be there for Trunks and Pan's wedding!"

"Aren't I a genius?" Videl smiled. "Yes you are, but so am I, and that's why we're gonna get to see our kids' wedding," Bulma said.

"Now, we better start collecting supplies…"

"We?" Videl asked. "How am I involved?"

"You gave me the idea…"

"So?"

"There ya go, you're involved."

*_______________________________*

Trunks sat on the floor nervously while Pan paced the room.

"It has to involve blood if this is a ritual."

"We can't base this off the movies."

"Yes but this is a Saiyan ritual. How could it not involve blood?"

"That's true."

"Maybe we scratch a piece of skin?" Pan asked and she took her nail and scraped some skin off Trunks' arm.

"Hey! Stop that!" Trunks yelled and grabbed his arms, protectively. "That hurts."

"Sorry…" Pan smiled, "I was just testing it out."

"How 'bout if I did it to you, would that be considered testing?" Trunks snapped.

"Hey, you don't have to go all bitch on me, I was just checking!" Pan replied back,

"Look, don't think because we're married you could just go walk all over me, okay?"

Trunks gritted his teeth before looking away. "I think we should calm down."

"Fuck calming down, I'm pissed." Pan snapped. "Damn, get out."

"Pan.."

"Trunks, get out."

Trunks sighed and walked out of the room, "Ya know, if we're going to be married---"

"We are married Trunks."

"If we're going to stay married---" Trunks started and stopped when he saw Pan's expression.

"Excuse me, care to repeat that?" Pan managed to say.

"Pan…"

"If we're going to stay married? Trunks get out now."

Trunks shook his head before walking out.

Pan looked at the door, biting her lip. Is this right? Of course it is, we're just mad. I love him, he's my life. He's like my happiness. He's the whole world to me.

Pan smiled before walking after Trunks, watching his figure walk away. "Trunks."

He turned around and looked at her. "I'm sorry."

Trunks smiled and walked back to Pan and pulled her in a hug. "I love you." He whispered kissing the top of her head. "We'll make it through this."

"I know, Trunks. I really want to be with you, it just…"

"I know, I know. But if our love is strong---"

"And it is…" Pan interrupted.

"We'll be claimed and married and on our way to a happy life." Trunks grinned, and lowered his head to give his wife a peck on her lips.

Pan smiled and hugged Trunks tighter, "You're right, you're right. You know Trunks, maybe Bra or Goten will know all about this Sayain shit."

"Maybe, but will they be willing to tell us?"

"Bra will, she's my best friend, but Vegeta could have gotten to her, same with Dad and Goten."

"Wanna go and find out?"

Pan nodded and pulled away. "Ladies first."

Trunks wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"I can't believe you're my wife. Pan Son, now Pan Briefs! My life can't get any better than this."

"It will, once we're claimed. I've heard some of the stuff that happens when you're claimed and it's really neat."

"Like what?"

"We'll be able to feel each other's emotion. We'll be able to talk telepathically, no matter how far we are. We could be at either corner of the universe and we'll be able to talk, as long as we don't close the bond."

"Makes me want you even more."

"Why don't we try to get it out of Goten and Bra. We have much more important things to do right now." Pan winked and she pulled Trunks back into the bedroom.

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Author's Notes:

FBM: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Send us feedbak."