Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ By the Full Moon's Light ❯ The Hunt Begins ( Chapter 4 )

Pan tried hard not wince when Bra's ear-splitting giggle echoed through the mall. She was having a hard time having a good time. Trunks and Vegeta had left of their mysterious trip five days ago and she was counting the seconds until they got back. Bra was a shop-aholic. It was incredible and terrible to watch. She could spend tens of thousands in a single day. It was no wonder Trunks and Bulma had to work so hard all the time. Finally, their purchases finished, Pan had gotten a new sun dress and a halter top, they headed back to Capsule Corp.

Pan could sense Trunks and Vegeta almost immediately, and it required every ounce of her self-control to keep from launching herself from the car and racing to see them. They arrived and she grabbed her bag and ran into the house. Shucking her shoes and tossing the bag into her bedroom, she ran to the training room. The two men were sparring with such speed no normal human could have followed their movements. She gasped in awe at the strength on display before her. She retreated to the doorway and just stood watching.

Trunks must have been holding back during his session with her. He was incredible, almost as strong as Goku and Vegeta. A hand squeezed her heart at the sight of him, and warmth gathered within her at his nearness. There was also something else, something that made her want to test herself against him. She knew instinctively that he was stronger, but she still wanted to fight him. After several minutes the men finished their sparring match and retreated to separate parts of the room. Pan gave Trunks a coy smile and left.

Trunks couldn't get the scent of her out of his nostrils all through dinner. The days in the desert, coupled with his father's intense ki training in the mountains had taken their toll. He had missed her, more than that, he knew that everything, every bruise, every broken bone, every reproachful look his father sent him, was worth it for her. His father had said to wait for the full moon to do anything, and so he simply nodded to her and retreated to his room.

He pinned her beneath him, her scent surrounded him and he leaned over, burying his face in her neck inhaling her. Trying to bring all of her into him, make her part of him. He lapped at her skin, tasting her sweat and her fear. She whimpered softly, trying to push him off her, but he could not be moved. He snarled softly at her attempts. He was Saijin, the son of a Saijin Prince and not to be denied. She was his by rights and he would claim her, whether she wanted him or not. He bit into her neck, lapping at her blood. She was his now, and no one could take her away. His mouth slid down her collar to where her shirt concealed her chest. He tore the shirt away, freeing her breasts. He took her breast in his mouth and bit. She screamed and arched her back and he tasted blood again.

Trunks awoke with a start, sweat sheeting off him. He was painfully aroused, but that could be ignored. The dream was too vivid too real. He had been able to taste Pan's blood, smell her sweat and fear. This was becoming too much. He had to tell her, but the full moon was still two days away. He couldn't stay here. Everyday as they trained and he had to fight the urge to force her to submit to him. He was stronger, but only just and that aroused him as well. He dressed quickly, throwing a change of clothes and a wad of money in a bag. He scrawled a quick note, and used a capsule to leave so that he would not alert either his father or Pan.

Vegeta sat up suddenly in his bed. Bulma rolled over but did not awaken. He closed his eyes and tried to find what had startled him from a perfectly comfortable sleep. There it was, the faint ki signature. He reached over and woke his wife. Bulma looked up at him through sleep blurred eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Trunks has left."

She sat up suddenly. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

"Is he…is he coming back?"

"Only if we send the right person after him."

"Pan."

He looked at her sharply. "You see more than you say."

"I see my son in love for the first time in his life, and I see that woman returning his love. So do we get her up now or in the morning?"

"Now, she might not be able to track him by morning, and they both have to be in the wilderness before the full moon."

"What happens at the full moon?"

Vegeta's dark eyes turned fully on her and drank her in. Despite decades and two children she was still as beautiful as ever. "You remember what we did on the night of the full moon?"

Bulma blushed beautifully and Vegeta suddenly wanted to stay right there in that bed. He sighed softly and pushed himself out of bed. Bulma reached for him. "Come back quickly, preferably before I go back to sleep."

Her smile held enough promise for him to transform into a Super Saijin and punch down some walls, but he refrained, he was after all a Prince and had his dignity to maintain. Instead he sprinted for Pan's room and knocked loudly on the door. A few seconds later Pan answered it.

"What's wrong?"

"Trunks has gone."

Pan blinked at him. "Gone? I don't understand."

"He has gone, because of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, he loves you. He is afraid of what will happen if he stays."

"So he ran away? That little coward." She turned and began to pull on her discarded workout clothes. Vegeta averted his eyes as she dressed.

"He went north, into the wilderness. If you hurry you ought to be able to catch up to him by tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh I'll catch him sooner than that."

He hid a smile at her anger. "You'll try, but I doubt you will. He's faster than you think."

She whirled, her ki already rising. "I'll catch him then I'll beat some sense into his stone head!"

She turned and took off through the open window. Vegeta allowed himself a smile as he closed the window, then closed the door to the room. He flew back to his room and opened the door. Bulma was not in the bed. He frowned slightly and lifted his nose. He could still smell her so she was very close. He closed the door and took another step into the room. He felt her suddenly behind him. Her hands ran over his arms and her breasts pressed against his bare back. He sucked in his breath at her audacity.

Bulma ran her hands over his chest then down to his hips. She pushed the shorts off of him. He turned with a snarl and pinned her against the wall. He nipped at her neck, drawing a few precious drops of blood before lifting her and thrusting himself into her. She gasped softly, wrapping her legs around him and hung on as he pumped his member in and out of his mate. Her teeth bit into his neck, but it only served to increase his ardor. He could feel himself climbing closer toward his release even as she did. He thrust himself into her and they both cried out as they came in a crashing wave of sensation. Vegeta lifted her and carried her to bed, far from finished for the evening, and from the look on Bulma's face, she was more than willing to continue as well.