Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ And So It Begins... ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: Ok guys, like I said, I put the lemon at MM.org. I did put the link to the story on my profile so, if you want to read it, go right ahead. Its my first time writing one, so, please go easy on me.

Disclaimer: All rights to the Dragonball Z and Dragonball GT characters do not, and will never belong to me. The plot to this story is mine, and thus, strictly forbidden to copyright.

Warning: This chapter contains a lemon (sex scene), between to of the character. If you are a minor, please skip that part of the story, or if you simply do not wish to read such things, please skip it as well. I am not responsible for any minor who read this, I have gave proper warning.

On with the story...

Ocean eyes collided with cobalt orbs, battling in a large battle that could not be won. His chiseled features shown with the face of a grown man, his once boyish qualities had disappeared. His locks of lavender fell, framing his face, making his eyes hidden and shaded. His once undeveloped muscles now bulged in his arms, showing just how much training he had gone through.

Looking at him, it was as if the entire world only consisted of me and of him. Two people with out a care in the world. Two lives that were one, two souls that joined and tightened their bond. The intensity of the feeling was scary, nerve-racking, growing ever stronger as the minutes ticked by. The enormous emotion that swirled around us in waves, wrapped around us two, pulling and tugging at our beings, drawing out souls together.

Squirming under his intense gaze, an unfamiliar blush worked itself onto my tanned features. My nearly invisible freckles now standing out boldly against my rounded cheeks. The rosy complexion of my skin illuminating my black eyes. Two strands of hair fell, and framed my face, making his eyes stare even more intently my way.

Twirling my thumbs together, and finding the floor extremely interesting, I tried to ignore the pressing atmosphere of the room. What did he want exactly? Was it something to do with the great battle? Freeza? Or perhaps my transformation?

His light footsteps caught my ear, and a familiar knot formed in the pit of my stomach, making it twist and turn in nerves. His steady stride was unnerving, and he knew it. Upon his face, Trunks wore a large smirk, the usually tomboyish girl was easily turned into a giddy teen by just his movements.

Reaching the rather large couch, he sat down beside me, his elbow resting on the arm of the furniture, his hand cupping his left cheek. Looking to the opposite wall, I felt my cheeks with my fingers, the warmth spreading like wildfire over my flesh. Fidgeting, I watched him out of the corner of my eye, his regular breathing completely out of sink to that of my irregular ones.

Smiling, Trunks leaned forward, staring directly at my face, his expression serious, no longer the teasing of earlier. The lip ring had long since disappeared, now just a small hole in its absence. One earring still remained in his ear lobe, the gleaming golden loop catching the kitchen’s night light glow mesmerizingly.

“Pan, we need to talk?” his voice was deep, the sound resounding like a bomb exploding throughout the still room.

“What is it, Trunks?” my voice was a faint whisper compared to his, the small, hesitant sound leaving my lips with a hushed note.

“Pan, you know what this event means, you know what it means for us,” his voice suddenly turned solemn, his eyes downcast.

“It means that what we dreamed, the life together that was always held within our hearts, is just that, a dream,” my voice cracked, how could the fates be so cruel? “It means...”

“Let’s take this else where, the walls have ears,” cutting my off Trunks looked about with a glare, scattering shadows of our families leaving the kitchen, and escaping through the stairs in the other room.

Nodding my head in approval, I stand, my feet yelling protest to the sudden movement. Just then did I finally realize how drained I was. The transformation absorbed most of my energy, if not all of it. Sheepishly, I tried to steady myself, holding on tightly to the back of the cushioned couch. Breathing deeply, regaining my composure, I stood upright, my feet now steady.

Waiting for me, Trunks looked at me with a look of concern, his blue eyes clouded with worry. He sensed my failing energy, my body depleting fast on what I needed the most. His jaw was rigid, contemplating something through his head, something serious.

“Pan, are you alright?” his voice awoke me from my revery, my head snapping up, I blinked, trying to get my mind back in sorts.

Nodding my head, I stood up straight, his presence lending the energy that I so required. Giving it to me willingly, I looked up at his form on the stairs, a wave of gratitude riveting off of me. Smiling, I jogged to where he stood, his tall frame, especially on the higher steps, looked much more intimidating that he usually was.

Climbing the stairs, stopping where he stood, I questioned silently with my eyes, mentally wishing that we still possessed the ability to speak telepathically. But like a lot of things, it fades after an amount of time, and the bond we had formed, was losing its strength.

Shaking his head in mild amusement, he reached out suddenly, his palm against the side of my face, his thumb lightly stroking the skin there. Closing my eyes, content, I relished in the feeling of the one I loved so close. Opening my eyes, I saw his serious expression, which worried me. Holding his hand close to where it resided, I nuzzled his fingers, giving off a soft purr like sound.

Smiling, he pulled his hand away, much to the disappointment of me, I slightly pouted, only causing him to laugh further. Grabbing my hand, much to my surprise, Trunks led us up the stairs, our destination unknown to me.

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Turning the knob to the room, and shoving the door open with his shoulder, we strolled into the very dark area. Realization came back to me like a giant tidal wave, this place, this room was none other than the one I had cried in that fateful night, many years ago.

Sitting down on the black silk sheets, I let the familiar forest scent fill my nose. The dark, marble fireplace came to life with a flick of the prince’s wrist. Flames stirred to life, dancing their ancient dance. Twirling and mixing together, orange, red, and yellow becoming one.

Sighing, the warmth of the fire warming my numb fingers I watched Trunks move to the marble feature, leaning against the mantle, his forearm upon it. His eyes looked into the roaring hearth, his steel like face illuminated eloquently.

Looking around, my hand on my chin, I inspected the room once more. Dark walls held many picture of friends and family, some of holidays and picnics, others of funerals. Some were of them as children, and then when they were grown, well except me.
The first photograph captured myself with Trunks, Bra, Goten, and Marron, all of them playing together in their local park a few miles away. Many summer afternoons were spent there, swinging on the rotting playground equipment, without a care in the world. Our hair would be whipped in our faces as the guys pushed us, the girls taking turn on who would go next.

The second picture showed a memory of Trunks, Bra, Goten, and myself all out in the backyard, sitting in front of the recently built swimming pool, a few months after Marron moved away. In our swimming suits, we all laughed joyously, ourselves drenched with water, and out hair in a disarray.

The next one was of just the three of us, Goten, Trunks, and me. At this time, Bra had saw it time to move on from her old friends and join the popular crowd. The trio of us were sitting outside the Son forest, a few stray birds in the boughs of the trees. I was in the middle, my uncle and his best friend at my side, two sets of bunny ears upon my black head, and my tongue stuck out.

The last one was of just Trunks and Goten, the day they graduated. Their orange robes fell long and beautifully down, like tiny ripples in the constant flow of the river. Their diplomas rested in their hands, their tassels on the hats frayed from when they had decided to play catch with one another. Only one thing was wrong with that picture, their smiles were in place, but their eyes were empty.

Several other adorned the otherwise bare walls. Some of his family, of Baku, others of the Sons. But my favorite one sat at his bedside, underneath his navy blue table lamp. A picture that was identical to mine. Trunks and myself sat in the boughs of a large maple, our arms strewn across one another’s shoulders. Our hands were held out in peace signs, our grins wide. I would never forget that day, the day we almost lost Trunks.

Flashback...

“Take a picture mom!” the ten year old lavender haired child yelled out, his hand grabbing a hold of a small little girl.

“Trunks, stop it!” I looked down at the ground, just now realizing that we were up very high in the tree.

“Smile for the camera, Panny!” looking towards Bulma, who held up a disposable camera, we held out our hands, our cheesiest grins in place.

Laughing once the flash had gone off, we held squeezed each other, our giggles still echoing through the merry place. Looking at one another, tears rolling down our faces, we smiled, cherishing our remaining friendship, no matter how our others had faded. With a twinkle of mischief in his eye, an evil smirk overtook his youthful appearance, and I screeched with surprise as I found myself airborne.

Luckily, a pile of leaves sat the bottom of the trunk, and I landed , the brown and golden arrays filling the air. Sitting up hurriedly, I glared up at the still laughing Trunks, his legs swinging back and forth on the edge of the branch. Standing up quickly, my cheeks flushed with amusement, my hands place on my nonexistent hips, an evil scheme brewed in my head.

Standing tall, no longer slouching, a look of contemplation crossed his young face, trying to figure out what was going through my head. Balling my hand into a tight fist, and then Trunks leaning slightly, looking at me with curiosity, an evil smirk of my own fell upon my form. Shading my features from view with my overgrown bangs, I hit the trunk of the massive tree, making it wobble to and fro. Yelling out in surprise, I watched the boy who was three years my senior fall face first into the pile of died, dead leaves.

Pushing himself up, a look of anger passed over him, and a gleam I was all too use to passed over. Throwing my arms up in mock horror, I ran away, the boy that I had grown to know as my friend hot on my trail.

With Bulma and mom laughing at our antics, they watched as he chased me onto the cement basketball court. Stopping suddenly, and looking behind me, I noticed that Trunks had disappeared up into the air, his face serious. Looking around with fright, the wind took a sudden turn, the chilly air hitting my bare arms.

Looking around wildly, a foreboding aura filled the once carefree atmosphere. Looking up at the gathering storm clouds, a lone silhouette standing out against the grey and dark blue sky. Squinting upwards, a woman floated in bleached robes, the clothing swirling about her as the wind picked up in its strength. Gleaming in the hidden sun, a golden mask covered her face, the tiny eye holes nothing but dark, black hollows.

Scowling, I felt Trunks power up to Super Saiyan, before I saw him, his golden hair sticking straight upwards. Power flew off his body in giant waves, rising to the air, I went to his side, intent on helping him with the new threat. Looking upwards, a fear flowed through me, making the airs on my neck rise with alarm.

Turning to me, his eyes wide with fear, of what I did not know. I had seen him in battle many a time, but never with fear. Never with the look of worry and concern that he now held within his eyes. Floating towards, his small hands on my even smaller shoulders, he looked me square in the eyes.

“Pan, I don’t want you fighting,” an instant protest worked its way up my throat and past my lips.

“Trunks! Are you insane, she’ll kill you! You need my help!” my voice pleaded, and small tears rolled down my cheeks.

“You’re right, I do need you help. But not in battle. You must get mom and Videl out of here, as far away as you can,” his voice implored me to understand, to comply with his wishes.

Nodding my head, I flew off towards the two women, who looked up in the sky with horrified expressions. Grabbing their elbows, once I had landed, I gently pulled, directing them away from the fight. Struggling against my grip, Bulma broke free determined to get to her son, determined to shield him from what was his responsibility at birth.

Letting go of my mother, I quickly took off after Bulma, chasing her long blue hair as she dodged in between the large oaks and maples. Reaching her finally, since she had abruptly stopped, I watched her face pale two shades, her knees shaking wildly.

Looking at the scene, I saw that Trunks had just been knock out of the way, several miles out of the way. The monster had turned and was now staring at us, a wild gleam in her feral, hollow eyes. Grabbing Bulma, my hands underneath her shoulders, I lifted her up into the air, barely missing a ball of energy that incinerated the ground in which we had previously stood.

Rushing towards the cave where we had always played at, I looked behind me, hoping to catch site of my wayward mother. Looking ahead, I spotted the entrance, the long jagged rocks protruding from the hill. Landing, and then shoving the woman into the cavern’s mouth, I looked behind me one more time, and checked to see if anyone had followed.

“Bulma, you must stay here, where its safe,” her eyes widened, her brows knitted in apparent disapproval.

“But, Trunks, he’s my son, and I can’t...” gibberish flowed from her open mouth, spilling outwards to my ears.

“Trunks will be fine, but, only if you remain put. So stay!” my voice came out an order, harsher than I had originally meant it to be, but all the same, the point had been passed.

Gliding in the air once again, I could feel the surges in energy as the two battled against one another. Searching frantically for my mother’s ki signature, I felt a foreboding apprehension fill my weary mind. Surging forward even more, I found her aura out by the court, where the two raged on.

Her dark eyes searched around wildly, her head turning from side to side, her body rigid and jumpy. Landing beside her, I was immediately engulfed in a large hug, her secure embrace rendering me helpless for the time being.

“Pan Son, don’t you ever, EVER, run off like that again! When we get home, oh, just you wait, your...” turning around sharply, suddenly getting the feeling of being watched, I saw the creature mere yards away, her hand outstretched.

A powerful bolt of energy shot forth, aimed directly at myself and my mother. Thinking quickly, my body stronger than her’s, I shoved her away, out of danger. Turning again, the attack coming closer and closer, I held my arms up in a defensive gesture, preparing my small form for the fatal blow.
Strong arms engulfed me, holding me close to some male’s chest, protecting me. Looking up with surprise, the face of a transformed Trunks looked at me with adoration. Gripping me tight, I watched the pain fill his once loving features. Light exploded around us, the attack shooting off in different directions.

Our bodies flying through the air, his cry still very evident in my mind, I watched as the environment whipped by. Twisting us in the air, his back to the ground, we hit the hard cement, an audible crunch following the impact. Cringing, and holding tight to his torso, I waited for us to stop sliding.

Jerking upwards, I looked at the boy beneath me. His hair now lavender, his eyes closed in absolute pain. His breathing was shallow, almost nonexistent to my keen eyes. His heartbeat weakened drastically, his skin turning cold. Laying my head back on his chest, tears rolling down, I felt his arms wrap around me once more, and maybe for the final time.

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Silent tears of grief fell down my now matured features. The intensity of just the memory was still burning fiercely within my mind. Looking back at his stoic face, a wave of happiness seared through me, lighting up my dismal mood.

Meeting his heated gaze, I looked into his soul, into his emotions that he so rarely saw, and saw the hurt male he truly was.

Leaving his place, and sitting beside me on the bed, he grabbed my hand for reassurance, for the will to say what needed to be said.

“Pan, that day, four years ago, I thought, I thought, that I had lost you,” his voice shook with emotion, tears falling on the inside, but still just as evident as if they fell down his chiseled face.

“But I’m here Trunks, sitting beside you, holding your hand,” I tried to reassure him that I was alright, that everything would be okay in the end, even though it would not.

“But for that month, I thought you were gone. To even know the torment and agony I went through. The pain of knowing that my betrothed was lost forever,” looking at me with a emotionally pained face, I felt my heartache, if only there was some way to erase the past.

“Yes, Trunks, I know what is like. Though we were young, I still cared for you deeply, and that day you almost died saving me, was the worst I ever experienced in my life,” nodding his head, I watched as he remember that day eleven years ago.

“Pan, I beat up Goten pretty bad, I even considered suicide once or twice,” his confession brought his invisible tears rolling down my cheeks, the thought of him that desperate hurt me to the core.

“Trunks, I...I’m sorry, I wish there was more I could say,” I choked on my tears, drowning in the sorrow of what I had brought to his life.

Soothing me, he brought me into the shelter of his arms, clutching me tightly against his chest, his rippling muscles underneath my face. Snuggling closer, I felt his constant reassurance seep in to me.

“Pan, I have something to ask you, something that is really important,” his hold slackened, his head bent downwards.

Wiping my tears away, I reached out and touched his unclothed shoulder, “What is it?”

“It may not be right, but, Pan, you know we don’t have much more time, and, maybe if we did this, you would be more protected, and then again, maybe not,” his voice was dry, ragged, trying to regain his composure.

“Just ask it, Trunks,” my voice soothed him, calmed his raging demon, his blood thirst need to rip apart the creature that destroyed their future.

“Pan, I need you, I need to feel you, I need to be with you,” his voice was urgent, needing, his stare predatory.

“Do you mean...?” looking at him with surprise, and excitement, I tried to sort through the tension, the emotional barriers.

“Pan, will you become my mate, my other half?” his question went unanswered as my soft lips met with his, my first kiss.

Starting of lemon...so, if you are under age, or simply do not like to read this sort of thing, please scroll down until you read the section that says ‘End of lemon’. Also, for any minor that does read this, I hold no responsibility, I did give proper warning. Two in this chapter, and one in the last. You have been warned.......................................

Battling for dominance, our lips sealed together in a heated passion, hands roaming each other’s covered bodies. Asking for entrance, Trunks licked my lower lip, his tongue pushing, asking, pleading for entrance. Mouth opening, I granted his wish, and out tongue battled for victory. Exploring one another, feeling the bottom to the roof of his hot cavern, I felt an unfamiliar heat build in me.

Lying me onto the mattress, his body on top of mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing us together. Leaving my now swollen lips, he traced my jaw, and then my neck, searching for where his mark would be placed.

Moaning out in ecstacy, I writhed beneath him, his tongue finding the area in which he would claim me as his. Trailing down, and kissing as far as he could with my tattered tank top in the way, he nipped and sucked, red blotches forming.

Grumbling at the cloth that separated us, he quickly tore the shirt from my body, my black lace bra the only thing hiding what he desired from view. Kissing my breasts, the pool of heat and warmth growing, I arched into him, wanting and needing more of him. The feelings of this were beyond compare, the swirl of colors that flashed before my eyes as I entered a primal state.

Growling at the lace undergarment, he reached his hand behind me, searching desperately for the clasp. Finding it, his wrist clicked, opening it, unbinding my aching chest. Still covering me, I felt his hands gently slide the strap off my shoulder, uncovering me to his heated gaze.

Blushing, I tried to cover myself, ashamed of what he would think. Quickly grabbing my arms, he pinned them above my head, exposing me to his view. Lowering head, his locks tickling my sensitive skin, I felt his hot mouth encircle my nipple. The erotic sight and feeling made me cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Releasing his hold, he continued his ministrations. Sucking on one nipple, while his hand massaged the neglected breast. Switching sides, my hips bucking up against his, I could feel his evident desire.

Sliding further down my body, his tongue dipping into my naval, I giggled slightly, my stomach always being sensitive to the touch.

Gilding his fingers down to my waist, I felt my jeans go slack. The garment of clothing being pulled down my slender legs. His hot breath tickling my inner thighs as he pulled the material the rest of the way off. Looking at the garment that separated from his goal, his eyes filled with disdain.

Hooking his fingers underneath the thing garment, I felt it slowly slide away from my sacred area. The material was flung off, leaving me completely bare to his blue eyes.

Lifting his hand to my mound, he let his finger sift through the dark curls, his fingers teasingly me senseless. Moaning in pleasure, I felt his fingers tug and pull on my clitoris, the pressure in me growing steadily stronger.

Bucking against him, urging him forward, I mentally and verbally growled in annoyance as he pulled away, further denying me. But to my shock, where his fingers left off his, his mouth began.

Breathing in my aroma, Trunks kissed my hidden flower, my entrance. Licking and suckling at my clitoris once again, I felt my body sore to new heights. The heavens opened up, the wind carrying me to bliss.

Feeling my release soon, I bucked my hips against his crafty lips, trying draw him in further, trying to satisfy the hunger. White lightening flashed before my lust filled eyes, my orgasm coming on strong. My nectar flowing out of me, and into his awaiting mouth.

Kissing me one more time, Trunks removed his face, licking his lips as he crawled ever closer. My half lidded eyes watched him approach, my arms circling around him as he kissed me on the lips.

His need up against my sex sent me wanting once more, locking my legs around him, I urged him to go on. Begging for the release we both needed desperately.

“Are you sure?” his voice was ragged and needy, desperately trying to hold back, waiting for my answer to come.

Nodding my head, my voice unable to speak, I felt his long, thick shaft enter my passage, and come to a halt at my barrier. Remorse filled his orbs, his face clouding over with regret. Urging him forward, my head in the crook of his shoulder, he surged forward, destroying my innocence.

Pain went through my veins, gnawing at my worn body. Waiting patiently, I felt Trunks tightening his grip, comforting as best he could.

Pushing upwards with my hips, I showed him that I was ready to comment.

Thrusting into me hard and fast, I felt his muscles harden under my hands. Streams of blood flowed down his back where my fingernails dug in. Perspiration beaded on our foreheads, our eyes locked on one another.

Fireworks flashed before us, our climaxes coming at once, his seed spilling into my awaiting womb for safe keeping. In the heat of the moment, I felt his lengthened fangs bite down on my skin, marking me as his.

Pulling out of me, he fell to the side, his body completely spent. Breathing heavily, I snuggled up to his side, needing to feel contact with his heated skin. Wrapping his arm around me, were fell asleep under the covers, our limbs entwined.

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The next morning...

Awaking, I felt two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, and a furry appendage around my slim waist. Frowning, I lifted the covers, and gasped at the site of a long, brown tail coiled around my torso.

“Trunks, when?” my voice was surprised, and my questioning gaze meant his amused one.

“Sometime in the night, I suppose. I woke up with it,” sighing, I cuddled closer to his warmth, to his presence.

“Come on Pan, let’s get ready, we need to train while we can,” whining slightly as I lifted myself up, I mentally cursed him, my soreness evident when I moved. Chuckling, hearing every word I thought through our mental bond, he swiftly came to me, lifting me into his arms, and carried me into the adjoining bathroom.

Training...

Still feeling sore, Trunks insisted I sat this one out, though I protested the entire way. Sitting on the front porch, I watch the males spar, their sweaty bodies rippling with power.

Wind picking, a chill wind hit me, making me alert at once. Looking upwards with alarm, I saw the sight that I had been dreading. Trunks, high in the air, was surrounded by a maroon his barrier his eyes gone scarlet.

Fangs protruded out from under his upper lip. His hair grew slightly, reaching the middle of his muscled back, the color darkening in hue. Deep purple soon turned into midnight black, his face gleaming with energy.

Armor, the same as Freeza wore, replaced his normal attire, his tennis shoes replaced by royal boots. An explosion came forth, all the Saiyan besides me, were shot backwards at remarkable speed

And when the dust cleared, there he stood. The evil in him hurtling at us, bombarding our senses. He was my friend. My enemy. My lover. My mate.

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With great power, comes great responsibility. With great responsibility, comes great heartache. With great heartache, come great evil. An evil so wicked that one such as Freeza would become the hero. And I realized from that point, that to become one with this power, good would become bad, bad would become good, and all that I knew, would virtually be flipped around, so that nothing made sense.

And....

Several years from now,
On the night of the darkest sky,
Two babe’s will be born,
One dark, one light.

One royal, and one of common birth,
Will fight against the other.
The world will battle,
Brother against brother.

The day will come,
When the skies painted red,
The heavens crying,
For the dead.

Blue hair, against black,
The battle will rage on,
And who is to be the winner,
Is not decided on.

The dust will clear,
The tears will fall.
And through the night,
A mourning call.

For the two were lovers,
Two halves of a whole.
And with the outcome,
The other must fall.

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A/N: I hope you like it. See ya!

CowgirlUSA