Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 5

Right, this is getting more and more difficult to write… So many possibilities! Also, trying to write a romance fic after `separating', if you will, from someone is pretty tricky, but hey, let's give it a go!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball. At all.

 

 

A stubborn battle for dominance raged, neither participant wanting to submit.

 

Pan felt alive at last, feeling the strong, battle-worn hands of her Prince draw her closer in to him. But then she stopped.

 

She looked up at the man who had ignited all sensations of womanhood inside her and realised just what she was doing.

 

“No… No, I'm sorry, I can't do this. What about Bulma - your children?” She asked, her voice getting louder with each passing word.

 

She looked to Vegeta for an answer and saw something she'd never thought she'd see in the elder man's face.

 

Confusion.

 

It was like he was lost - he was young again, too naïve to realise the consequences of his actions.

 

“Do you not have an explanation for me? Otherwise, I will have to leave now. I refuse to let this continue.” Pan straightened herself out and stood tall. She was going to maintain her dignity in this, although she knew deep down that she wanted to turn the clock back and be held by him again.

 

Although she couldn't quite comprehend why; she had never looked at Vegeta in that way before. It was almost as though it took his touch to awaken her senses, to make her see what was in front of her…

 

But he was forbidden fruit. She couldn't have him, he was somebody else's.

 

Vegeta watched the young girl battle her inner demons in front of him and felt that foreign pang smack him square in the chest again.

 

Guilt.

 

His body was screaming for one thing, but his mind would hit back with another.

 

Lust. Simple, disgusting, juvenile lust. That's all it was. He had the Woman, he already had his life… Or did he?

 

The two warriors stood in silence, almost forgetting entirely about one another, battling the most difficult enemies of all; themselves.

 

Their eyes met, trying to read the other one's feelings, but it was no use. Pan walked tentatively over to Vegeta and reached out to take his hand with hers.

 

He looked down in surprise at the young girl's courage. Bulma would never show such simple displays of affection for fear of how he would react.

“I understand. I understand why we mustn't start this; however much it pains me to say it. I don't know where these feelings have come from, but I know that you'd be the one to quench my thirst.” Pan took a deep breath before continuing. “Although, you must know… I wouldn't blame you or revisit this episode again.” She released his hand and turned to leave, satisfied that she had said all that was needed.

 

Reaching the door of the room, she hesitated, taking longer than was necessary to exit the room. She took another deep breath to steady herself, wishing one last time that he would call her back. The door opened and she took one step out, then another, then-

 

“One night.”

 

She turned back and looked into the room, seeing her prince stand tall and proud once more - obviously having beaten whatever doubts remained in his head.

 

“As you said - I am the one to quench your thirst.”

 

The younger Saiya-jin gasped. What had she done? There was no turning back now. She stepped hesitantly back into the training room, shutting the door behind her and ensuring it was bolted shut. There were to be no interruptions.

 

She tried to hold her head high, not to show her fear, but she could tell that her eyes gave it all away.

 

“Don't be afraid, Onna.”

 

A shudder ran down her spine. It was his voice that snapped her out of her trance whilst recuperating from their fight. It was unmistakeable.

 

She felt arm snake round her waist, pulling her close into his chest.

 

Her eyes shut in anticipation, his hand ran through her hair. Their lips met again and soon instinct took over.

 

All inhibitions, lost.

 

 

Trunks held his head in his hands. It seemed to be the only place it didn't get him in any trouble.

 

How could he have said those things to Pan? Straight after what his father had said anyway?

 

His human side was starting to disgust him, he was meant to be the heir to the Saiya-jin's… well, the ones that were left anyway, and he couldn't even recognise his own heritage; his own blood.

 

Rage flooded his senses. At least he still had the angry streak known to flow through the veins of a Saiya-jin. He gritted his teeth and summoned some of the power lying dormant in him.

 

He'll show her. He'll show all of them.

 

*I am worthy of my title. I am worthy of the blood coursing through my veins. No more will I show mercy…*

 

 

He glanced over to the breathless girl beside him. Her eyes were half closed, her ebony locks flowing outwards as if she were underwater.

 

Her eyes met his and she flashed a blissful smile to him.

 

“I should probably go, huh?”

 

He closed his eyes and nodded, ignoring the pain in his chest that screaming at her to stay.

 

She got to her feet, and looked around for her clothes, picking them up one by one and heading to the changing room on the opposite side of the room.

 

Vegeta was suddenly very aware of his vulnerability and pulled his undergarments and spandex shorts back on. It wasn't uncommon for him to be training topless.

 

He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep, cleansing breath. The girl had been incredible. More than he could have ever imagined. He had not experienced desire and want like that with anyone, not even the Woman - and he thought that she was as feisty as they got. Furthermore, he couldn't believe he was her first, even though he knew it to be true from the proceeding events.

 

His head started to pound. This couldn't just be a one-off. He couldn't cope with that, even though he knew it was what they agreed, but the girl was like a drug. He needed more.

 

The door of the changing room shut and Pan walked up behind him and put her hands on his hips, just like he had done with her not ten minutes ago.

 

She leant up on her tip-toes and grazed the side of his neck with a soft kiss.

 

“Goodnight, Vegeta-sama.”

 

She let go and walked past him and out the door without looking back, leaving the Saiya-jin prince to struggle with his thoughts.

 

 

Sorry it's so short, but it was a struggle to even write this! Apologies if it's not what you expected or suchlike.

 

Thanks to the reviewers - and Ladybugg, I've kept my side of the deal, now it's your turn!

 

Once again, feedback is appreciated - and aren't you just a little worried about Trunks' state of mind?

 

-listenserendipity