A Royal Affair; the Saiyan Princes

By

Shi-Saiyan and FloralBlackMoon

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. . . .

You come into the world alone and

you go out of the world alone yet it

seems to me you are more alone while

living than even going and coming.

It's a terrible thing to be alone- yes it is- it is-

but don't lower your mask until you have

another mask prepared beneath- as terrible

as you like- but a mask.

Chapter 2: Loosing Control

Bulma scratched her head in confusion as she looked at her time machine in-the-works. "I don't understand. I got it all right. Nothing is different, nothing is missing. It's exactly like the one Mirai Trunks came in."

Bulma turned as Videl walked in wearing a white coat, smeared with red substance and eating French fries with ketchup.

"Couldn't you be a little cleaner?" Bulma asked, rolling her eyes, "You're in your forties for Kami's sake!"

"Ahem! Menopause," Videl muttered as she sat down on a counter-top near Bulma.

"Uh, Videl, I'm in my sixties, I'm way past menopause."

Videl smiled. "I know, that was suppose to be a tension reliever and, obviously, it worked. So, what's the problem?"

Bulma chuckled and turned back to the machine. "The damn thing won't work!" Bulma walked up to it and kicked the machine hard enough to move it a few inches. "Piece of shit!"

"Did you change the battery?" Videl asked simply, "Maybe that's the problem."

Bulma rolled her eyes and looked at Videl. "Videl, it simply can't be the battery. I must have made an error while programming it perhaps, or when I was setting up the wires and et cetera. Shit!"

"Why don't you try, it might work. Hey, maybe a normal average chick like me is a genius."

"Videl," Bulma sighed, rubbing her temples, "It's an internal problem, it can't be---"

"Instead of lecturing me on how I could be wrong, why don't you try changing the battery and see if I'm wrong," Videl interrupted. "Damn, you scientists talk a lot and never do."

Bulma shot Videl a look and walked to the closet where she stored batteries of all conceivable (and inconceivable) sizes and shapes.

"Imma be right! Imma be right! Imma be right! Imma be right!" Videl repeated playfully.

Bulma laughed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Videl."

Videl merely grinned. "Whatever."

Bulma hummed an old tune as she exchanged the battery that was inside the machine with the new one. When she was done, she wiped the sweat away from her forehead. "Woo! Done, now watch Videl, you're wrong."

"Come on, Bulma! Turn it on!" Videl giggled, swinging her legs.

Bulma reached inside the machine and turn it on, about a few seconds passed and Bulma turned to Videl with a smug look on her face.

"See, I told you." Bulma said with a matter-of-factly voice. Then a nearly silent hum rang throughout the room. Videl grinned and looked at Bulma.

"You were saying?"

Bulma turned and gaped in shock as the machine came to life. "I can't believe it. How could the problem be so simple?"

"Cause you scientists are always thinking too complicated. I think all scientists should have a normal, average person with them all the time so they don't fuck up the machine when it just a simple problem."

Bulma crossed her arms and watched the machine, not listening to Videl. 'I did it. I made a time machine, Oh, my Kami.'

"Uh…Bulma?" Videl asked, "You there?"

"We should test this out," Bulma blurted out. "We should get someone to test this."

Videl placed a finger on her chin and licked her lips. "Vegeta? We should put him in there just in case the machine is unable to come back."

Bulma burst out laughing. "Yeah, who knows what good it'll do. Yet no, who would fulfill my…needs?"

Videl shrugged and looked away. "I dunno, Yamcha?"

Videl let out a surprised shriek as she ducked to dodge a flying book. "Geez lah Weez! So-------rry!"

Bulma glared at Videl. "Don't ever go there again Videl. Now, how 'bout Trunks? I mean, in a way he was the reason I found how to make this machine."

"That's true. Want me to get him?" Videl asked, jumping off the counter-top.

"Yeah, I guess so. But what if the machine doesn't work?"

"Bulma, this you. How could it not work?"

"Videl, I have had some failures, you know."

Videl shrugged, "If something happens, Trunks will be able to take care of himself till one of us found a way to bring him back. Now, if it was Vegeta he would be so angry…."

"Let's not think of it, okay?"

"All right, I'll go get Trunks now."

"MM-hmmm." Bulma nodded, absently, as she circled the machine, inspecting it.

*_________________*

Pan shivered as Trunks' tongue traced the shell-like pattern of her ear. His chuckle was a soft, warm puff against her skin as his lips placed delicate kisses down the side of her neck and over her collarbone. Pan smiled and let out a contented little moan as he closed his mouth over one pert nipple and drew lightly on it. She arched her back and buried her hands in his silky soft hair, holding him against her. She could feel him smiling against her skin as he left a wet trail down her belly, circling her navel and nuzzling at the small indention with his nose. She giggled and squirmed a little, then gasped, as he moved lower, delving into her curls, his tongue teasing the tiny bud that governed her desire. A groan escaped her and she parted her thighs, granting him further access. His hands slid under her hips to position her better for his purpose and she allowed him to guide her to his liking, lost in the sensations his mouth was causing.

A muffled gasp brought them both out of their lovemaking-induced haze and they looked up, horrified, as Videl brought a hand to her mouth and stared, wide-eyed.

"Oh my God…" Videl gasped, her hand covering her mouth, "I-I-I didn't know, excuse me." Videl hurriedly closed the door.

Pan sighed and slammed her fist against the mattress. "Well, that was dandy! My mother just watched me having sex!"

"Making love." Trunks coughed his correction and turned away when Pan looked at him. "Do I give a fuck what we're calling it? How would you feel if your father came instead of my mother?"

"How 'bout if it was your father?" Trunks countered, feeling a bit stressed at the thought that it could have been Vegeta who'd walked through the door.

"Well, I guess it's good that it was my mother…What the hell did she want? She was calling your name."

"I don't know." Trunks shrugged. "Ain't like me and your mom are having an affair."

Pan arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, Pan, you know I'm just playin' " Trunks laughed, jokingly, elbowing Pan, who continued to glared at him.

"Actually, no, I don't Trunks," Pan said. "Trunks, I really suggest you filter your mouth, okay?" Pan suggested, her voice snappy.

Getting off the bed, Pan grabbed her thong and shimmied it over her hips, and then put on her jeans and her oversized black jersey, "I really do."

Pan walked out of the room.

Trunks sighed and fell back to the bed. 'I really should watch my mouth. Or I could be getting a divorce!'

Jumping off the bed, Trunks started collecting the clothes on the floor. Looking around, he realized that the room seriously needed to be cleaned. Sighing, Trunks started picking up his clothes and putting them on the bed. Walking around, he started cleaning up the room. This was really the guest room and here they were fucking it up. Taking his clothes off the bed, he placed them on the desk and start fixing the bed. Walking to the bathroom, he drained the water that was left from the night before when he and Pan had bathed together. Sighing, he saw that they had left a stain in the tub.

'I'll get the maid to clean that'

Walking back to the room, Trunks took his boxers and put them on. His baggy black jeans and his purple jersey followed. Running his fingers through his hair, Trunks looked around the room and nodded before walking out. Seeing Pan staring at the little window that showed the inside of the Gravity Room, Trunks opened his mouth to talk to her when he recalled that Videl needed him and decided to put off the inevitable fight with his wife and see what his mother-in-law wanted.

'She's probably with Mom.'

Trunks looked at Pan again before turning, placing both hands in his pockets and walked down the hall till he reached his mother's lab. Knocking on the door softly, Trunks stopped when he heard both mothers gossiping.

"Seriously, Bulma! I opened the door and Trunks was busy doing…you know what. You should have seen their faces, HILARIOUS! Then when they heard the door open and they saw me…."

"Oh my God!" Bulma gasp, "I can't believe it!"

"If you were to go instead of me…."

Trunks clench his fists as he turned crimson red. 'How could they gossip 'bout this?"

As he opened the door and walked inside, both females stopped and looked at him grinning, nervously.

"So…Videl, what did you need me for?" Trunks asked, not making eye contact.

"Actually I didn't need you, your mother did."

Trunks glanced at his mother before his eyes flicked to an object covered by a blue sheet. "What the hell is that?" Trunks asked, pointing toward the object.

"'That' is what I need you for," Bulma said, excitedly. "Trunks, prepare to be amazed."

Bulma walked to the object and pulled off the sheet. "This is a time machine!!"

Trunks tilted his head to the left and walked toward it. "You mean like the machine my alternate self used to get to here?"

"Yes, and we need you to beta it for us."

"Me?" Trunks asked, bewildered.

"Yes, now get your little behind in that seat." Bulma said, ushering Trunks into the machine. He looked around curiously, as he sat down on the seat inside the machine.

"Well, I guess I have no choice, huh?"

"Nope, now just press this button and then---" Before Bulma could finish, Trunks had pressed the button and a flash of white was all that was seen.

Pan watched her father and Vegeta fighting in the Gravity Room, fascinated by the surges of Ki she felt from them as they attacked each other. It was between Ki flares that she noticed something wrong. Pausing, she looked around, then examined the Ki signatures around her. Trunks was missing. That was what was wrong. Her brow furrowed in concentration and confusion, Pan left the observation window and started down the hall to Bulma's lab.

"Oh, shit, oh, fuck, oh, shit," Bulma was mumbling, punching buttons like crazy. Videl's face was pale and her eyes were wide.

"Oh, Kami, Bulma, what are we gonna do?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to think!" Bulma said, frantically.

"Where's Trunks?" Both women spun toward the door to see Pan stepping into the lab. The girl's arms were crossed over her breasts, her face suspicious.

"Um, he's, uh," Bulma stuttered.

"Where is my husband?" Pan asked again, her eyes narrowing at the guilty looks on her mother and mother-in-law's faces.

"Well, Pan, honey, it's like this…" Videl began.

"Dende, what was that?" asked Vegeta, pausing, a Ki blast still blazing in his palm. Both he and Gohan looked around, as if they would be able to see the source of the enormous Ki flare.

"It felt near. We'd better get out there," said Gohan, always ready to be the superhero. The two Saiyans opened the door to the Gravity Chamber and made their way down the hall, toward Bulma's lab and the great energy flare.

"You did what!" Videl and Bulma cowered as Pan's Ki began to flare around her. They saw the door to the lab open and Gohan and Vegeta enter the lab even as the energy around Pan began to shimmer and glow with a golden sheen. Her shoulder-length black hair rose in an invisible wind and lightened to golden blond and her obsidian black eyes flashed and changed to teal. Pan had ascended to Super Saiyan.

Vegeta could not contain his gasp when the girl ascended, but it didn't matter. It was drowned out in Gohan's sharp cry of surprise. The glowing, golden girl drew the Saiyan Prince's attention like a moth to a flame. Her power mesmerized him, made him want to reach out and touch her. He even raised a hand toward her before Gohan moved and brushed against him, bringing him sharply back to reality. Vegeta blinked and let his hand drop, but his eyes never left Pan. She had always been just another brat, his daughter's friend, Trunks' girlfriend. Now she was more. She was Super Saiyan. She was beautiful and desirable and he wanted her. The sudden tightening in his loins made him grit his teeth. Luckily, no one noticed, they were too caught up in calming Pan down before she killed someone.

"Pan, what happened? What's going on?" asked Gohan.

"They lost Trunks!" Pan shouted.

"Lost Trunks?" Gohan looked at Videl and Bulma in confusion.

"How did you lose Trunks?"

"We lost Trunks in time," said Videl, miserably. Gohan's mouth fell open and he stared at his wife.

"In time?"

"It's a long story," Bulma said.

"I suggest you make it short and tell it quickly, before Pan does something you'll regret," Vegeta drawled, lazily.

Bulma swallowed and blurted out the entire plan, leaving Gohan, Vegeta and Pan staring at her. Pan had unconsciously powered down and stood between her father and Vegeta, silent and disbelieving.

"…and then he was gone! I swear, Pan, we were only trying to help! We didn't mean for this to happen!" Bulma finished.

The room was silent and all eyes turned to Pan. "Pan? Honey?" said Videl.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Pan announced.