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::Chapter 5::

The Madness

"What in the hell did he do to her Vegeta?!" Gohan roared. The
normally mild-mannered man had gone nearly berserk himself. His younger brother
Goten, his wife Videl and his father Goku were all forced to help hold him
back, to keep him from lunging at the deceptively calm Prince.
"The Madness happened," Kale announced gravely for Vegeta from
where he stood near-by, shaking his head as he gazed at the fallen Prince
through the one-way mirror.
Trunks had been shot full of the most powerful sedative contained here at
Capsule Corporation at Vegeta's request, and then locked inside a twelve by
twelve foot titanium pen. Several days now after Trunks's strange attack, both
he and Pan were beginning to show it's effects.
Pan had seemed to sink into a nearly comatose state, unable to communicate
clearly to anyone, only able to mumble and moan incoherently. She was also
wracked steadily and heavily with some unknown pain, unable to sleep, thrashing
constantly and crying out for something no one knew of. The wound on her neck
had also refused to heal, continuing to bleed steadily despite attempts to stem
it. Gohan and Videl had taken Pan back home shortly after the incident, but she
was only getting worse and not at all better.
Though heavily drugged on suped up diazepam(his dosage easily capable of
knocking out a whole herd of elephants for a month), Trunks continued to remain
completely conscious. He was dressed in a CC version hospital gown, curled up
into the far corner of his cage with both knees drawn up to his chest and his
arms wrapped around them. He was sweating heavily and his whole body was
trembling, pale blue eyes wide, blood-shot and staring at nothing.
"Madness?" Bulma demanded harshly, hugging herself as she stared
at her only son, completely confused, out of sorts and fearing for his safety.
"What in Dende's name is the madness?"
"Tai-Oozarethe," Vegeta suddenly growled, staring as well at his
eldest child, expression unfathomable. "The Madness. When a Saiyan male,
complete with tail," he added with a slight glower in Kale's direction,
"reaches his nineteenth year he comes into his peak. They develop a
natural, powerful and all-consuming need to mate, if they have not done so
previously. It's another one of our natural instincts, to ensure or race's
continuity. Apparently and unawares to me, Trunks sank into the Madness and has
chosen his mate. And the Blue Moon rising is only making it worse."
"I'll kill him!" Gohan snarled, tail bristling angrily as Goten,
Videl and Goku struggled to hold him back. "I swear to DENDE I'll kill
him!" Vegeta merely turned to stare at the boy he'd seen grown into a man,
dark eyes unerringly calm and expression dark.
"No you wouldn't," he announced, voice deadpan. "Caught in
the Madness, a Saiyan's strength is heightened hundreds of times stronger than
normal. It was sheer luck that Kakkarott and I managed to fell him as easily as
we did. The human drugs keep him sedated enough not to fight for the moment but
they will not last forever. I assure you here and now that if you adgitate him
any further, not a thing in this Universe will be able to stop him. Nothing
will keep him from getting to her. And he will kill anyone and anything that
gets in his way."
"But what's wrong with Pan, Vegeta?" Videl questioned angrily.
"What does all of this have to do with her?"
Vegeta sighed and turned back to the glass to stare at his son, a disgusted
look on his face.
"Your stupidity amazes me," he snapped. "Have you not looked
at yourself in the mirror at all in the past eighteen years, woman? Have you
not seen the scar on the side of your neck that matches perfectly to the wound
that now festers on the neck of your daughter?"
Videl gasped, her hand rising to the very spot where Gohan had marked her on
the night of their wedding, eyes wide. At the time she hadn't been sure what it
meant and neither did he, only that afterwards they had been drawn even closer
together . . . almost . . . bound to one another.
"Trunks tried to Bond with her," Vegeta cofirmed in a harsh
murmur. "Gohan interrupted it, however, so now the link is incomplete. Her
blood will flow and he will sink farther into the Madness until they Bond
completely."
"Like hell they will!" was Gohan's loud reply, scowl fierce.
"If they do not mate and complete the Bond, both will die," Vegeta
announced angrily. "You decide, Brat. Your daughter's life or her precious
virginity."
That brought Gohan up, finally. He blinked, stunned, and then loosened with
a slump.
"Why didn't you try and prevent this, Vegeta?" Goten questioned
angrily and cringed slightly when the older male turned to fix him with a
glare.
"I would have, Brat, had I been aware that my son was still a virgin.
But who would have guessed?!" he suddenly roared, throwing his arms up,
finally losing his innate composure. "With the amount of females he's
constantly around, I thought surely he'd have bedded at least ONE of
them!"
Inside the pen Trunks shifted suddenly at the sound of a raised voice, one
his ultra-sensitive ears easily caught, one he thought he knew. He stared
unseeingly at the mirror image of himself, muddled mind swimming incoherently
and he trembled harder.
"Daddy?"
Vegeta and the others turned back to the one-way mirror at the hoarse call
that suddenly came to them through the inter-com. They watched as Trunks
continued to stare at them, or seemed to, then his sweat-covered body gave
another violent shudder before he cowered back into the corner again.
"So what do we do now Vegeta?" Gohan finally questioned, his
expression not happy but determined to do what needed to be done to save his
daughter's life at least. Vegeta didn't turn, continuing to stare at his only
son.
"Return to your home and gather enough things to live somewhere else
for at least a day or so, and then leave her be." Then, almost as an
after-thought, "leave her window unlocked and open, unless you want half
of your dwelling blasted into the next dimension."

~~*~~

Gohan stood in his daughter's doorway, torn.
As a father he felt he had failed, a strong sense of helplessness invading
his bones as he stared at his baby girl's trembling form. Pan lay in her bed,
shaking continually and thrashing slightly as he watched, moaning and clutching
at the pillow beneath her head. The guaze taped to the side of her neck had
already become spotted with the blood that continued to flow from her wound.
Vegeta's words came back to haunt him sickeningly. ' Her blood will flow and
he will sink farther into the Madness until they Bond completely.' 'If they do
not mate and complete the Bond, both will die.' 'You decide, Brat. Your
daughter's life or her precious virginity.'
Gohan clenched his teeth, leaning against the doorframe and releasing a
helpless sigh. She was only sixteen years old, dammit! She wasn't old enough to
go through this sort of thing yet! He was her FATHER! He was supposed to
protect her and keep her safe from things like this! Now his only child lay in
her bed, in pain and near death, and there wasn't a damn thing Gohan could do
about it.
But let go.
A painful decision in the life of every father, the time had come for Gohan
to step aside and allow his daughter to grow up without him. It was like
ripping his heart out of his own chest.
Videl suddenly came up behind him, a bag of capsulized suitcases in one
hand. She gazed at Gohan for a moment, then sighed and approached, her other
arm wrapping around his waist and squeezing gently. She tensed slightly as a
furry something suddenly wrapped around her waist and thigh, then relaxed when
she realized that it was just his tail. She was still trying to get used to it,
and the fact that the thing seemed VERY attatched to her. Videl leaned into her
husband's tall frame, casting one last, pained look at her baby, then sighed
and pulled at her husband.
"Come on," she murmured. "We'd better get going. We don't
want to be here when Trunks shows up."

~~*~~
Trunks stirred, blinking slowly to try and clear his faintly hazy vision as
the door to his cell was gradually opened. He watched unmovingly as his father
slowly entered. Vegeta had something in his hands, which he seemed to conceal,
and did not close the door again behind himself.
Trunks continued to helplessly tremble, watching as Vegeta carefully
approached and then knelt down to him. He stared into his father's dark eyes,
hoping to find some explination as to what was going on, what was wrong with
him. Fear and uncertainty gripped him, and so much pain he thought he was going
to die. The onyx orbs were sheilded like always, flat, his haughty face blank
and cleared of any emotion.
"Dad," Trunks whispered, voice hoarse and weak, slightly warbling.
"I . . . I don't understand, Dad. What's wrong with me? What's going
on?" His blue eyes grew bright and glassy despite his best efforts as he
continued to shake uncontrolably, and then Trunks could not stop the tears that
spilled down the sides of his face. "Dad it hurts," he suddenly
sobbed, voice whisper-soft and angonizing to hear.
And then Vegeta was holding him, strong arms wrapped protectively around his
only son and holding him close. Trunks continued to sob, thankfully clinging to
the only solid thing in a world of painful chaos. He felt Vegeta's hand sift
through his tangled hair.
"Be strong, boy," Vegeta growled, voice gruff, "and you'll be
fine."
And then there was something cold on the back of his neck. Trunks tensed up
with a loud gasp, jerking at the loud hiss of the hydraulic hypodermic needle
that his father had been carrying as it released the drug it contained into his
unsuspecting blood stream.
Immediately Vegeta released his son and pounced away, into the farthest
corner from where Trunks lay immobile. He crouched down onto the floor and did
his best to make himself seem as unthreatening as possible. The drug that Bulma
had prepared slowly began to take effect, wiping away the sedatives that
coursed throughout his son's body and returning him back to full, volitile
strength.
With a slight snarl Trunks suddenly regained his feet, tail lashing angrily
in his wake as he took stock of his surroundings. Need. He still Needed her . .
. and desperately now. The Madness . . . was deeper. With a purposeful stride,
completely ignoring the man kneeling in the far corner of the room, Trunks took
off out of the pen and then down the hallway that had been cleared in
preperation for this very moment.
He made his way quickly out of the compound, using every sense at his
disposal to try and find her . . . his unclaimed mate. Once outside he turned
this way and that, shifting into the slight wind with his nose upturned, trying
to catch her scent. He growled slightly as it continued to ellude him, then
closed his eyes and reached out with a sixth sense, to feel her ki.
Unknown to him, several individuals watched as he suddenly turned in the
direction of Gohan's and Videl's house, eyes flaring open again. Trunks merely
grinned, then fired up his own ki and took off in that very direction, speeds
blinding.

~~*~~
Pan couldn't think straight. All she could comprehend was pain . . . pain
and a horrible feeling of desolation. A haze of fear and sense abandonment
clouded her mind to near-insanity, and she continued to feebly moan and thrash
in her bed, desperate for him. She knew he was the only thing that could make
it better. He was the one thing she wanted.
The thing she needed.
Pan didn't notice the figure that suddenly appeared outside of her wide
terrace window, shadowed by the fast approaching dusk. The figure stalled for a
moment, then slowly entered in through the window and approached where she lay.
His fierce expression was strangely intent as he ripped off the flimsy gown
that he wore with a single jerk, then tossed the ruined remnants to the ground.
The girl half-out of her mind with pain didn't feel the solid weight carefully
ease down onto her bed beside her, or the hand that gently pushed aside the
sweaty, tangled black hair from her face.
She didn't feel or hear the gauze being ripped away from her neck, but she
DID feel the hot mouth that suddenly closed over the throbbing bite wound in
her flesh. Pan gasped, her eyes flaring wide open for the first time in a week.
She cried out slightly, her hands shooting up and then fisting tight into the
soft lavender hair belonging to the man now laying on top of her . . . again.
There was a sharp twinge of pain, like before, and then . . . then there
wasn't.
Pan was helpless to stop the wheels once they'd begun to turn. Again, her
vision hazed over slightly as she felt some sort of lock inside of herself
being opened up . . . some sort of doorway being shoved aside to let the flood
that was Trunks Briefs's psyche come roaring in. She saw the world through his
eyes; felt what he'd felt, experienced what he'd experienced, knew what he
thought and now wanting what he wanted.
In turn, the process reversed, and Trunks himself became fully aware of all
that which was Pan Son; her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions, her most
secret desires. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth still firmly set into her neck,
Trunks mentally set, forged and then strengthened to a steel resolve the empathic
Bond to which they would share for the rest of their lives, one that would bind
their hearts, their minds, eventually even their very souls into one entity.
And not even death could break it.
It was a sort of love that only a Saiyan could make, that only a Saiyan
could truly feel or understand; the Bond of the Mate.
Still trembling and gasping for breath, Pan could only lay there and make
labored attempts to try and recover, for several minutes afterward. Trunks
himself eased up a little, licking slightly at the wound on her neck and
successfully stemming the flow of blood. It would eventually heal into a scar,
a sign to every other male that this one belonged to him, solely and
completely.
Trunks's brown tail had instinctively curled around one of her thighs to try
and comfort her, and now the fuzzy tip slipped up beyond the hem of her pajama
shorts with a mind of it's own, perilously close to something dangerous. This
caused her whole body to stiffen, and then Pan uttered a sharp gasp and a
moaning little whimper.
Grinning, Trunks heaved himself up completely to stare down at the slightly
flushed face of his mate. Her huge dark eyes stared up at him as well now,
confused and out of sorts but very, very hungry. Trunks bent, his nose nuzzling
against hers.
"Do you want me, little one?" he growled, teasing, his tail
slipping up even higher against her inner-thigh, just barely grazing against
that thing that tortured her so. The female gasped hard again in response, then
she suddenly scowled. Trunks just barely managed to dodge her wild swing. He
laughed, then took her arms afterward and pinned them carefully above her head
again with both of his, ignoring her slight struggling to get loose.
"Careful now Panny," was his chuckling response.
Pan just glowered up at him, pouting as she continued to struggle a little
in his light restraint.
"Stop teasing me you prick." That caused him to laugh again.
"THAT eager are we? Very well, although there's still one matter we
need to resolve before this goes any farther."
Trunks suddenly changed his position, shifting slightly so that one of his
legs slipped between and pried hers apart, the ball of his knee settling into
the junction of her thighs and exerting a gentle pressure. Pan bit her lip and
squinted, determined now not to give into his teasing.
"There are two ways we can go about this little dance, Gha-hashi,"
he purred as his damnable knee began to gently rock back and forth in an
obviously ribald and completely maddening fashion. Pan could only groan in protest,
her fists clenching and her eyes squinching tighter as an awful, wonderful ache
started to build in her lower extremities. "Hard or easy, fast or slow, it
makes no difference to me," he continued to croon, in a voice dark and
nearly frightening with it's intensity. "Do you want to be held or do you
want to be taken? Either way I will make you scream." He leaned down very
close to her ear and added in a soft whisper, "with pleasure of
coarse," as his knee rubbed especially hard, causing Pan to heave up with
a slight cry.
"Please!" she suddenly begged, actually BEGGED. She couldn't take
it anymore, this wanting. It was driving her insane!
Trunks simply bent to her, mouth only centimeters from hers, warm breath
gently fanning onto her tortured skin.
"Please what?" he murmured, barely allowing his lips to touch
hers. Pan panted, struggling to form coherent thought past the haze of lust
drugging her senseless.
"P-please . . . " she swallowed hard, eyes squeezing, "please
t-take me."
"As you wish."
All at once Trunks ripped Pan's shirt and shorts clean off her body nearly
in a single motion, mouth smothering hers in a deep and savage kiss as he
tossed the ruined remnants clear across the room. He forced her jaws to part,
not asking or even slightly cajoling her response but demanding it as his
tongue slipped between her lips to taste her fully. But Pan found that she
preferred it this way, eager to cut through all this middle-man crap and get
down to business.
Trunks chuckled again at that, catching on to her wayward thought. Her heavy
scent told him she was more than ready for him. With this in mind Trunks
suddenly sat up onto his knees, and then reached out to take a hold of his tiny
little mate beneath each arm. He lifted her up effortlessly, ignoring her
startled look, and then set her back down again. This forced her to straddle
him and as a result he drove deep into her tiny passage in one single thrust,
to the hilt. Pan gasped, both in pain and pleasure, stiffening up a little and
clutching at Trunks's muscled shoulders slightly with shock.
Her martial-arts training, constant fighting and tumbling had long ago
ripped through her hymen, though she was still unaccustomed to such an
intrusion and her muscles stretched painfully, trying to accommodate. Pan
blinked at him, stunned, and Trunks replied by kissing her again, swift and
hard.
"Was that quick enough for you, my demanding little female?" he
questioned softly, his muscular arms slipping around her bare back and holding
her still, trying to give her time to try and adjust to his size.
But she was having none of that.
Pan purposefully swiveled her hips only moments later, grinding herself
against his length as she bent and kissed him, just as fierce and demanding as
he himself had been. Her faintly muscled arms slipped hard around his neck,
fingers clenching into the soft hair at his nape. That won her a light groan as
Trunks returned her kisses, his hands sliding down her sides from beneath her
arms and around to her back through her long black hair. They finally came to a
stop on Pan's slender hips, where he gripped them with a gentle urgency and
began to make her move.
Pan moaned, that nameless ache between her legs growing stronger and fiercer
as she moved, slow at first and then with a steadily increasing rhythm. She
could only pant heavily and squirm slightly in his grasp, Trunks's tight hold
on her hips allowing him to move her as he would with no interference from her.
There was suddenly the promise of a rapturous ending to all this needing and
wanting, waiting for her if she could just get to it. She only had to move a
little faster. Just a little . . . just . . . .
All of a sudden the dam broke deep inside and, just as Trunks had promised,
Pan threw her head back and screamed aloud with the sensations that
unexpectedly rocked her whole body. Every muscle tightened as waves of pleasure
fluctuated throughout her entire frame, down into her very toes and back, with
bright stars of color erupting before her eyes.
Trunks, growling slightly, suddenly forced Pan to tip back until her head
nearly touched the mattress, allowing him to penetrate her especially deep and
hard, close to an end himself. He continued to thrust, bringing Pan back up to
the peak of another release before she'd even come down off the last one, and
just before he came himself, with a loud roar to mingle with her own strangled
cry.
Then it was all Trunks could do to settle Pan back onto her pillows
afterward, collapsing beside her with a faint groan, utter exhaustion overtaking
him now. He managed to roll onto his back somehow, panting heavily and just
stared up at the ceiling for a moment, in a daze. Then he tensed again somewhat
as a slight, warm little body suddenly snuggled up against his. Trunks grinned,
watching as Pan silently settled her tiny head onto his chest, an arm thrown
carelessly across his middle before promptly falling into a deep and exhausted
slumber.
Trunks carefully pulled her blankets up and around them both for warmth,
then tucked one arm beneath his head and let the other bury itself into her
soft black hair. His tail curled gently and lovingly around her thigh twice
over before he finally closed his eyes and let sleep, blissful sleep, overcome
him. And only one thought intruded upon his otherwise carefree rest;
"Dear Dende, Gohan's gonna kill me."
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 5::

The Madness