As I Grow

Chapter 4: Uh-Oh's and Memories

I'm a freshman in high school. I rarely ever get to see Boxers anymore. Either he's too busy, or I'm too busy. Especially now, with finals a few days away. I'm about to have a stress overload. Recently, I have been going to bed around anywhere from one to four in the morning. It is really bad for me, but I have homework to do and get turned in. It's a good thing I take after Papa, you know, brains and all.

I'm going to be turning 15 in a couple of months too. I want it to be my sweet sixteen, but I still have a whole year to go for that. I had ideas... lots of ideas. Planning a party sounds fun at the moment, and homework doesn't. I want to see Trunks; I wonder if he's even home. I looked at my alarm clock. It was three in the morning. I slipped out of a nightgown and put on shorts and a tank top. I slipped on my combat boots and opened my bedroom window. I flew out of it and headed for West City.

I arrived outside of Capsule Corp about ten minutes later. I saw a light on, so I knew someone was awake. I flew up to the window, and it was Trunks's room. The window was open, so I let myself in. I sat on the windowsill and waited for him to notice me. He looked like he was almost caught up with work. There were a few sheets of paper here and there on his desk, and it looked like they were all done.

I continued to sit in my little spot, and then he got up and left the room. He was back in a few minutes, with two cups of what looked like hot chocolate. "Come here," he said walking into the room. He set the cups down and turned and smiled at me. I hopped down and came over, and he pulled up a chair.

"You knew the whole time?" I asked a little surprised by him.

"You aren't very good at masking your kai yet," he said, laughing a little.

"I've been trying," I pouted, sitting down in the chair. He laughed a little harder at me.

"So, what brings you here at three in the morning? On a school night?" he asked, taking a seat next to me.

"I needed a break from my homework. I wanted to see you too. It's been a while," I said, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.

"You were still up working too, huh. Work these days. It's so boring," he said, looking into his cup.

"Yeah. I need your help too," I said, digging in my pocket. I pulled out a few sheets of paper.

"With what?" he asked looking at me funny.

"My chemistry homework. I'm not doing good in that class. Math too," I said. He took my homework out of my hands and looked at it. We finished my homework, and I understood it a lot better.

"I wish I had someone to help me with my homework. But Mom always says, 'You're a grown man Trunks, you shouldn't need help,' and then I'm stuck on my own," he said, looking at the computer.

"Well, you are twenty-eight, Trunks," I said, looking around his room.

"Well, you're almost 15. That's almost half my age," he said chuckling. "Yet I find you easy to talk to, and I like it when you come to see me. It makes me feel loved," he said, looking out the window. I felt as I started blushing, and Trunks turned and looked at me. He smiled the Trunks smile at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Why don't you go crawl into bed? I'll come as soon as I change," Trunks said, getting up.

"Okay," I said getting into his bed. I went all the way over to the wall to save room for Trunks. He came out in a few minutes and smiled at me. He crawled in next to me, and I immediately felt the warmth flowing from his body. He faced me and looked into my eyes. He looked lost in them. I didn't know how to describe what I saw before me. It's like Trunks had turned into a totally different person.

I continued to look at him, and he began creeping closer to me. His arms were now wrapped around my waist, and he was inches away from my face. I started feeling worried and scared. I know I shouldn't be feeling that way around Trunks, but I did. He was totally different right now.

And then it happened. Trunks was kissing me. It was wild and crazy. I didn't know what was going on. He kissed my lips, and I felt as my body disobeyed me and started working on it's own. Trunks's tongue trailed across my bottom lip, and a soft purr came from my throat. He took that as a key to something and our tongues suddenly fought for dominance. He won, and his tongue traced every nook and cranny of my mouth.

He was over me seconds later, and he traced kisses along my face and down to my neck. He inhaled as if he was liking my scent. I was a little worried as to what was happening. My body was calling to his, and his was calling to mine. It was that moment I remembered an old story Papa told me about him and Mama. He warned me about not being around Trunks for long periods of time.

FLASHBACK

"Pan, your father and I have something we need to talk to you about," Mama said, sitting on the couch with her cup of coffee. Papa sat next to her, and I sat in the chair.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Pan, now that you're fourteen, I think it's best that you don't spend too much time with Trunks," Papa stated.

"But why?" I asked, confused.

"The Saiyan race, ever since the beginning of their time, have had special ways of mating. For a girl, they go into periodic heat cycles at the age of fourteen to fifteen. For boys, the females are most intriguing at this point in time. The natural scent of a female can be intoxicating and draws them in. For both sides, their bodies call to each other, and they go through the mating process if they get the chance. So, I think it's best to see Trunks when everyone is around." Papa said.

"So, you're saying that if I'm alone with Trunks, there's a chance we could mate?" I asked, understanding what he was telling me.

"Yes, and nine times out of ten, the female ends up pregnant," Mama added.

"So, you and Papa waited, and when you mated, I was born months later?" I asked.

"Yes," Papa said, looking at Mama and smiling.

"Okay. I'll try," I promised Mama and Papa.

END OF FLASHBACK

This was bad. I was in  Trunks' room, alone with him, and we had already started the mating process.