Note: this is more saiya-jin style. Straight to the point, not a lot of foreplay. Rough and steamy. Enough said, now read.

Strings of purple silk hang over slanted eyes of rich blue. Lightly pink -tinted lips part as an even breath of air escape with sounds of hardship. Cheek bones high and demanding, casting a slight shadow over his rich dark tantalizing olive skin that contrasts with the slanting eyes that form a slight bridge of annoyance above his nose where his eyebrows meet with that same strange coloring again like his hair.

She stood there, quiet and patient as firm fingers held onto the door that would lead her into his office. Maybe even more, she hoped.

"Trunks, do you even know what you have brought upon yourself." Pan said closing her eyes as she sniffed the air. Inhaling his sweet smell that was thick and bold. No other could have this smell but him. Tangy and satisfying like that taste of his blood would be once on her tongue.

Beaded eyes looked up under heavy eyelashes that made him even more exotic to that "woman's" eyes. His eyes saw nothing, but he would swear he smelled something. Sweetness of her female odor mixed with sweat and rich saltiness from heavy work. His tongue running now over his top lip as he thought of putting that taste in his mouth.

He gave into his saiya-jin yearning, believing she was there. Hiding, waiting to strike out. He knew this time would come, he had put it upon himself to torture her like this. To bring her to her knees in longing for him like he did for her. Letting her make the move to this final inner war between them.

Pan noticed his sudden change in posture, as his nose stitched into smelling something. She knew he knew she was there. The waiting was over. The game they played would end to tonight.

Pan entered the room, letting her presence be known as he looked up to stare at her. Hair down, no bandanna, tan skin showing from missing parts of clothing.

"You've been training today, and without me to beat you." Trunks said noting her sweat-covered tank top, and even more sweat-covered tight pants from her training suit that was made by his kaasama. Just like Vegeta's blue suit. She snarled at his comment.

"At least I can train under your tousama for more than five hours." Pan said taking another step closer, as he noted that sweat even poured down her inner thighs. "So you have trained hard today, I can tell because you smell of a rank wench." he teased her.

Pan just laughed, "But yet you seem to love it, boxer boy." she said back. Rolling the last part off her tongue before vanishing and reappearing behind him. Grabbing him from behind and pushing him over the desk, off his chair as she kicked it out of the way. "Also, that's no way to talk to a lady, specially for a Prince." she said letting her breath beat against his ear as she quickly touched the back of his ear with her tongue.

"First, you have to be a lady to be treated like one." he snapped back. His arms coming lose from her grip behind his back, soon grabbing her wrist and throwing her over his shoulders. Her lethal body smacking against the red wood desk.

"Plus it's time for you to bow to the Prince." Trunks said still holding her down by her wrist. "If you play nice, I just might..." Her knee came up smacking the side of his head from the side. Stumbling a little over her, Pan grabbed his arms as he let go of her wrist "...Might not bite too hard." "Never will I bow before you!"

With out any heated warning, Trunks fell on her, not holding up his weight as he covered her. "I think you will. Face it, this is no spar. You know what brought you here, the same thing that keep me waiting for you." Trunks said, taking her earlobe between his teeth.

Pan felt a surge rip through her body, her back arching as he keep flickering his tongue over her ear lobe moving down to her shoulder. Teeth dragging on the skin in an electrifying way.

Before Trunks knew it, Pan flipped him under her. Hands holding him down with a newfound force, then she struck. Her teeth ripping apart the skin on his neck. Finally having his taste on her tongue, she kept sucking. Pushing her body harder against his. Letting this newfound power take over her. Finally she let go. Blood dripping from her lips, tracing out her chin.

Trunks eyes just sank into hers, surprise maybe. Excitement and a thrill, yes. Pan looked at him. Her mood still the same, sassy and hungry. Hungry for him. "Bite harder, playtime's over." he said. So different from his normal self, yet not caring.

Pan quickly bent back down, devouring his neck with passionate lust. Trunks growled loudly as it turned into a low howl.

"God, she is a goddess in every way. I can't take it anymore. I have to break loose."

Trunks hand came up grabbing her upper arms tightly as his nails dug into the skin. Her back trashing back as she lifted up her head. Her hair following her movement of her head as it flung in the air before hitting her back.

"My turn." Before Pan knew it, she was under him again. His teeth on her neck, sliding in with a rush. "Ahh. Trunks!"

"This is all too much, but I want more. It's been too long of a wait, I need it. I need him. Forever."

My hands run up his chest as he moves up more, still licking my neck clean and going back at it again before he can finish. Finally I can't take it, I rip his shirt open. Trashing it to the floor. Next I reach his pants, taking no time at all to rip them as well. I fling them as well to the floor. Now it's my turn to be de-clothe.

He lets up on me, blood-tainted lips that I want to kiss again. And I do. Our lips pushing against each other, our tongues tasting each other's and our own blood as we lock in a kiss. Finally I pull apart, biting his bottom lip hard. Bringing out more blood.

"So she wants to play rough, so like her. My Pan-chan." I lean back, sitting on her lower body. My hands running up her side, then on her small breast. Perfect and pert, she was perfect. I can feel her heat rise again. Letting her nipples slid between my fingers, groping her full breasts in both my hands. She sighs, her eyes closed. Face flushed, so beautifully.

"Stop playing Trunks." she breathes. I obey, lifting my hands as I rip her tank top off. Tossing it to the pile we've already created. Wide-eyed she looks at me, I lean over and kiss her. Reassuring her, taking her breath away. Now as I sit back up, her eyes where still closed. I trace her breast with my finger and then to her bellybutton, drawing little circles as she smiled a little. Next I grabbed her pants, ripping them apart. Her eyes open, but this time with hunger. I obliged.

"I want him so badly, I think it almost hurts now. Now that I'm so close." I grab him, pulling him back over my naked breast. Kissing him with heated passion and love, letting my hands rub his back as he moans into my mouth. Finally I go to the spot. The old tail spot. He jerks, head popping up as I smirk at him. I press against it again, rubbing my fingers against. He purrs almost cat like with this sweet torture I inflict upon him. He's enjoying it too much as I can feel his erection press between my thighs. Yet I like it.

Finally with one finally brush I go under his boxers, grabbing both his cheeks with a tight squeeze. I pull up, bringing his now torn boxers with my grip. We lock our eyes together, sweat started to form on his forehead as he smiled at me. This time sweet and loving. He brushes his lips against mine and before I knew it, my panties were off.

Trunks settled between Pan's legs, kissing her as he ran his hand down to her parted thighs. Rubbing her with long harsh strokes as she wrapped her arms under his. Letting her nails rest on his shoulder blades. The tension growing thick as she felt him slid his fingers in her. First one, and then two. Working her, as she keeps pumping up and down.

"Now Trunks, I want you now!"

Trunks wasted to no time, in a flash he thrust into her virgin opening. Breaking all that was there before. Pan howled with a wild cry as she raked his back. It hurt but felt good. Overcoming the pain she felt from not having him.

"Pan..." Trunks breathed as he steady above her, hair covering his eyes as he slowly pulled back. Again he pushed forward, letting himself slid inside her as he filled her and more. Pan thrashed her head back and forth; "Oh Trunks, don't stop." she breathed. Her body feeling the full effect of his length and width. More than she had expected.

Trunks kept going, lowering his head on her shoulder. Moving in, then out as he pushed harder, and harder. Moving in and out with speed and depth. Pan pushed her hips up every time. Slapping their skins together every time they meet. Hands grabbing the sheets now, as he moved faster. So out of control.

Trunks could feel it coming, the building up before the release. Her walls tightening around his shaft as he moved faster, teeth now biting her nipples. That did it for Pan...

"Ahh...Trunks... kiss me..." Pan yelled out of breath, body covered in sweat. Her juices spilling around him and seeping out. Such warmth he felt on his penis. So good. So satisfying. Clinging to her, he kissed her. Pumping in her one last time as he released himself in her. Letting his seed spill out in her, giving her that same warmth and satisfaction.

Trunks pulled his head back from the kiss, howling out loud..."Oh kami... Pan...!" Pan could only wrap her legs around his waist, wanting it all, as he keeps moving still. So caught up in the moment to never stop...

His head hanging down now, just looking at her as he slowed down. Her sweet innocent smile and glowing cheeks as she just glistens, looking like an angel. That's when they knew it was forever. Forever, Together.

"Ai shiteru, ore no koishii Pan-chan." Trunks said softly in saiya-go language before he knew it. Pan just breathed as it just hit her what he said, and in that language. Never had she understood or heard that language but she knew that. Never had she heard something so beautiful.

"Ai shiteru. Watashi no koishii Saiyajin no Ouji, Trunks" Pan said back without any notion why she had done the same in that same native tongue that was dead to the world of saiya-jins, yet still living in their hearts.

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"Ai shiteru, ore no koishii Pan-chan." translated as:

"I love you, my beloved Pan-chan."

"Ai shiteru. Watashi no koishii Saiya-jin no Ouji, Trunks" translated as:

"I love you. My beloved Prince of Saiya-jins, Trunks."

translated parts where done by the wonderful M-chan.