"And he didn't come out and take her?"

"No. Pan had her powers back, and he was no where in sight." Vegeta sighed, relaying everything he had heard and seen this morning. Pan was up in her room now, in her room, a shell of herself on her bed. "And she hasn't said anything since."

"Well, this is good. Isn't it?" Trunks piped up. "I mean, this means the monster killed itself over her, or at least we wont see him again."

"Yes, it would seem so."

"Seem is the exact word needed here Gohan. Seem. For all we know, he is still out there waiting."

"But Pan ran away from him. A blow like that would be enough to kill anyone in love, right? Especially someone as twisted as he was." Bulma wanted this to all be over, and for her friends and family to get back to the way things were. Things were never this complicated before.

There were the good guys, and the bad guys. And never an in between, like this Major person.

He was a monster, hurt her daughter, and killed so many people to get stronger.

But on the other hand…Pan had fallen in love with him. and just seeing her like this, her almost second daughter, her best friend's granddaughter and son's friend. It was more of a shock than anything else. Pan always seemed so strong, so unmovable. So much like her grandfather, Goku.

"But there is the other side of the emotional spectrum woman." Vegeta closed his eyes, leaned against the living room wall. "He could go the other way. Sorrow is like blue. But there is always red…"

"Anger." Trunks looked to the floor with a worried expression on his face.

"Major could be so angry that Pan had rejected his 'love', real or not, that he might go on a rampage. He might even try to get revenge upon her or kill her too."

"With the rest of us…" Videl sat with her husband, all but Trunks and Vegeta standing now.

"He will be so quick to blame the ones keeping them apart in the first place, we will be the first to go. And depending on how much he resents Pan…he may force her to watch."

"Vegeta, let's not assume-"

"We have to assume the worst. Then we can be prepared."

"Not if he is dead."

"Have you seen a body? Can you prove to me or anyone else he is dead?" there was a pause, where Bulma frowned and looked away. "No, I didn't think so." He looked out the window. It was so sunny now. "What we need, is a certainty. Some way to protect Pan, ourselves, and everyone else on this planet. In that order."

"I have tried to get in contact with the other Z fighters, or even Hercule and Buu. But after the attacks on the main cities, the air traffic is jammed for communication, or simple hover travel."

"Damn. If Kakarot was here, he would just instantly transmit himself to the rest of the fighters. Damn him." Vegeta spat, and placed two fists on the windowsill. He sighed, and looked back over to Gohan. "We should move. If Major is having second thoughts about Pan, we should use this time to get to a safer location."

"Such as?"

"The look out. Far from society and yet, our own territory. I have no doubt that Dende will know and have seen what has happened."

"Then we should go."

"No." for the second time in two days, Pan interrupted at the most unexpected moment. She stood, still in her Pj's in the doorway, looking as pale as ever. But her tears were gone, and she had a look of determination. "If we run, he might kill again."

"Pan, I love you so much honey, but after this morning…" Gohan trailed off. It would hurt too much to finish that sentence.

"After this morning, you can't trust that I wouldn't run to him?" she sniffled, holding herself against the doorframe. "Maybe I would. Maybe…but there is something more important than me here. Those people. They died because of me." Her cold brown eyes looked to Vegeta. "But I have to bring them back."

"There are no more Dragonballs Pan."

"Not here. But there are on New Namek." She put her hands together over her chest, tears welling in her eyes again. "Please. I need to do this. I killed those people. It was my fault any of this happened, that anyone is dead or hurt. Let me go."

"No."

"Let me take a ship, go to New Namek and bring them back to life. Please." She pleaded. "Please let me do this. I will go insane with guilt if I can't bring them back."

"Pan." Gohan stepped in, seeing how rigid Vegeta now was.

"Daddy, if you love me, if you want me to be a good person and not go crazy, you will let me do what you know grandpa would do." Her voice wavered, but it had an undertone of deep meaning, needing. It was as if her life depended on what she was asking. "Let me bring them back. Let me go." She then looked to Bulma. "I have no right to ask anything of you. But I have to."

"Pan I…"

"If you give me a ship and plot a course to New Namek, then I can wish those people back to life." She then looked to Trunks. "And you can come with me, to make sure I don't go alone! Please!" she sounded desperate now. Everyone was being so quiet. "If you don't let me go then I will have to live the rest of my life knowing I could make things right, that I was my fault they died in the first place, and their blood." She raised her hands. "Their blood drench my hands while ever I stay here and let their deaths go forgotten. I am 16 and I have over a million and a half people's blood on my hands!" she whimpered, shacking. Videl rushed forward and held her daughter to her, rubbing her back and even crying herself. It was a heartbreaking sight for any mother to bare.

"You can go." Vegeta may not have been her father, but no one questioned him. "You can go to New Namek, and wish them back. you are right…that is what Kakarot would have done." His face was blank, and he never looked away from her. "The boy will go with you."

"I have a ship prepped for long distance space travel in the back garden. It is my pride and joy, so I made sure those RRA bastards couldn't get their hands on it. Oh, sorry Pan."

"They are bastards. They lied to me and even tried to confine me from coming home. They are no concern of mine." She whimpered. "I'm sorry Bulma. Can you forgive me?" Videl stepped back, and let Bulma pull her into a hug.

"Of course I can." She sniffled. "You're just like Goku. I can never stay mad at you."

"Boy." Trunks looked to his father's back. "You will train with me for a day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for a day. Tomorrow. You will then be strong enough to take Pan to New Namek, and keep her safe." Like I couldn't.

"Yes father."

"Of course." Bulma lifted Pan's chin, and whipped her own eyes. "I will have to put my only navigational device in to track the constant movement of the planet. It is in a funny orbit, since there are two or three suns in that solar system. It moves out of range every now and then. But the ship will be able to track it for you. And take you there safely." She smiled. "I am proud of you. Goku would be proud of you. You are doing the right thing."

"Thank you Bulma." She hugged her tightly, and then pulled away. Without warning, Goten then yanked her into his own embrace, and squeezed her hard. "If you even think of doing anything stupid up there, don't. I want my niece to come back in one piece, understand?" Vegeta and Trunks had already gone to start training, the HTC left for tomorrow.

"I will come back. I never want to run away from home again." She smiled, still teary eyed and looked down at herself. "I guess I should get dressed…"

"Yeah, you should." Videl held her hand. "I'll come with you."

"Thanks mom. Thank you. And thank you all for understanding. This is really important to me."

"It must be, for Vegeta to let you go. Or your father." The girls walked out the room, beginning to pack for a 2 week trip to another planet…

AN: I know, short again. But the next one is a long one (I promise! And a plot twist!)

R&R

From

Draguna

Chapter

"And this device is the only one I have, so don't let anything, ANYTHING happen to it." Bulma handed over what looked like the dragon radar, but it was smooth, silver, like a disc with two adjustment settings on the touch screen front at the bottom, the rest the actual visual projection section. At the moment it was off, so it was a lifeless black. Lifeless, like Pan at this moment.

Pan was dressed in an all in one black jump suit, which oddly reminded her of RRA firearms outfits, and had CC for the hell of it stitched over her left breast. The body zip came just to the base of her neck, and she had her long sleeves rolled up over her elbows. Black boots were fastened, and she had her long hair back in a high ponytail, her fringe curved just above her eyes. "Without it, you will not be able to compensate for the irregular orbit of New Namek, and miss it altogether."

"I won't let anything happen to it." Bulma clipped it to a strip of black material, and put the makeshift necklace around Pan's neck.

"I know. And Pan, what you are doing is very noble. I'm proud of you honey." Bulma kissed her forehead, and then hugged her tightly. The hug was joined by Videl, Gohan, Goten and even Trunks. They all fell over in the end, and they all started laughing. Only Pan chuckled lightly, her mind already occupied with her mission.

She had to go to New Namek, plead her case to the Namekian people, wish everyone back to life, and come home. Trunks would be taking care of her, as the body guard, and they would leave.

Thanks to Bulma's new engines, it would be a week there, and a week back. Not including the time taken whilst there to find the dragon balls and wish everyone back, of course.

"Come on." Trunks smirked, and yanked her out from under the dog pile. "We have to get going. The sooner we go, the sooner we come back. Right?"

"Right. And the sooner I can bring those people back." Pan was very focused, and it made everyone a little nervous.

Gohan and Videl had already said their goodbyes, her mother weeping by this point for her safety, and Bulma was having 'the talk' with Trunks. What about, she didn't know, but she didn't really care. Pan picked up her bag, and headed out for ship. It looked a lot like the GR, but larger as it was built for distance travel, and it was after all an upgraded model. It was a shiny light silver titanium alloy plated model, with a plack on the side. Pan pulled a permanent marker from her leg pocket, and looked to the plack. She looked down, and then frowned. When she looked back to the plack, she nodded, and gave the ship a name.

"Forgiveness." Vegeta stood behind her, arms folded and his face stern.

"A fitting name." Pan spoke sadly, and sniffled. She fumbled with her bag, and turned to face him.

"I don't think so. Ass kicker would have been better." He smirked, and looked to her.

But she wasn't laughing.

"I was tempted to call it Major." And there was the conversation killer…

Vegeta cleared his throat, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It will get easier."

"Really?" she said, as if half reluctant, half hoping.

"I swear to you I will find out what happened to him." Pan turned her back to him, not ready to talk about his mysterious death, and lifted her bag onto her shoulder.

"I need to put this in the ship."

"And I will kill whoever did it if I can."

"Vegeta, I, no just stop!" she screamed as he held her shoulders, and pulled away from him forcedly. "I…I don't want your pity. I, I just…I just want…"

"What do you want Pan." He whispered to her, and took her bag from her. They walked up the ramp slowly, as to avoid anyone seeing her distress. Pan was holding her elbows and looking down.

"I…I want him back Vegeta. I want Major back…" She pulled a side compartment open and fastened a strap around her huge bag, holding it in place. She then sank into the 'captain's chair', and ran her hands through her hair, pulling it out of her bobble, rested her elbows on her knees and bent forward.

"…he isn't coming back Pan." Vegeta put his hand on her back, his eyes closed, wishing he could just blast something and make it better, make Pan feel better. But he couldn't. And lying to her was something Vegeta would never do. What's the point in giving her false hope? That would be are more cruel than speaking the blunt, if unwanted truth. He felt awful for her. None of this was her fault. Sure, he couldn't support her leaving to the Red Ribbon army, but he could at least understand her reason for going. He himself knew the thrill of the militant life and had lived that same dream over half his life. Until he realised that there were better things in life than killing. Things that gave far more fulfilment.

Not that he would ever admit to preferring his currant way of life.

Not to anyone.

Not Bulma.

And ESPECIALLY not Kakkarot. His mixed almost maternal and his very swashbuckling nature-us feeling towards adventure (that part understanding Pan's need for true accomplishment with one's self, thus his struggle to be more powerful than Kakkarot when he dies to beat him just once), he really didn't know what approach to take towards the young girl he thought of as his own child.

Should he just reprimand her and scold her verbally for her stupid, rash decision and lecture her about the consequences, tell her that it was all for the best that the monster is dead and that life can still be selvedge from the empty corpse that Pan will now see when she looks in the mirror…

Or does he pull her into his arms, kiss her face and tell her he understands the temptations she has been tested with, the thrill of battle, acknowledge that perhaps, albeit a monster, Major could have cared for her beyond the level of something to step on to become stronger, and help her mourn?

His thoughts on how to handle Pan, already knowing that these next few weeks, months and years will be the most crucial in helping Pan maintain her sanity, made him wonder just how to talk to her.

She was crying again, and he wished it was him going with her, not his son. Despite his inner turmoil, he prepared to speak…when a soft clang of something dropping on the floor echoed through the bridge, and Vegeta looked over his shoulder.

But there was nothing there.

Then, something caught his eye. A shadow? Was Trunks on the ship already?

Trunks' telephone rang, and he answered it, turning his back to the ship.

"Marron? Oh yeah, I told you I was flying today…yeah…look I…yes I wish you could come too…what? you are WHERE!" Trunks looked up, and wasn't prepared when he was pinned to the floor by his new girlfriend, Marron. She started crying and kissing his face, not wanted him to go and complaining she couldn't go with him, to keep him safe.

"I know Vegeta." she sniffled again, and sat back in the chair, looking teary eyed to the window. This made Vegeta look back to her, and listen. "I just…I just wish I could take it all back, all of it. What I said, what I did…what I didn't say…what I didn't do…I almost wish I could go back in time, not out into space."

"This is the best way Pan. You know that. And while ever you try to hold onto the past like this, you will never move on. And you need to move on, for your own sake."

"Do I?" she asked herself, and closed her eyes before he could answer her. "I…It's time to go."

"I wish you luck Pan."

"Thanks…PV."

"I will send the boy in." Vegeta placed his hand on her head, and smiled. "If you don't come back safely, I will kill the boy, then I will kill you." Pan chuckled weakly, and looked up out the window again.

"And I will let you." She chuckled again…and Vegeta turned his back to her. But he stopped.

Something just…didn't feel right. He did a Ki sweep of the ship, and could sense himself, and Pan. Trunks was outside being glompped by his blonde haired girlfriend. Pah, androids. I have had enough of love sick androids. He sighed, and jumped when he heard the engines start up. Little did he know, that Pan was looking to the control panel before her with the same confusion as Vegeta. He however, shook it off. It had to be Pan starting up the ship, preparing to leave. Of course it was. Get a grip Vegeta. But something still nagged at him, and his warrior instincts were on high alert. But why? He couldn't sense anything amiss, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Other than that random noise earlier…but that is just his paranoia talking.

But this seems far too easy. Granted, I hate the results of the Cell spawn's disaearance on Pan, but he just vanished. He didn't come after Pan, didn't put up a fight…he just left. Without Pan's powers, and without Pan. Everything is back to how it was now. Vegeta's frown creased even further. Then why does this seem far too easy? Weary, Vegeta began walking towards the ship ramp, and walked down it to his family.

Pan placed her hands on the panel, looking over the flight screen. Strange, I didn't order the engine coolers to do a systems check. "Beep." Or for the engines to activate. What is going on here? Wh, wait! Hay!

"I didn't tell you to power up shields and life-support!" Pan shouted, as if expecting the control panel to explain itself, and jumped up. Her head snapped over to the doors, when they banged shut. Pan started to really panic, and ran to the doors. She banged on them, getting really scared, and screamed for help.

Outside, Vegeta whipped round and stared at the ship as it went into lockdown.

"WOMAN!"

"I don't know! Pan must be doing it!" Bulma ran to his side as soon as she the ship started. Because she knew Trunks wasn't onboard yet.

As did Vegeta.

"Well stop it!"

"I don't know how!" Bulma screamed back at her husband. "Pan is in the driving seat, not me! I can't override anything without being inside it."

"Boy, come with me." Trunks and Vegeta powered up and started to fly towards it quickly, as it was starting to hover up in the air.

Pan was panting with fright, and ran back to the control panel. She started to bang on the panel, hitting buttons randomly and hoping for an affect. She screamed as the ship jerked to one side, and threw her back in her seat. She gripped the arm rests as her feet came off the floor.

"Woman! What is happening?" Vegeta held onto one leg of the ship, Trunks the other. The remaining two legs were off the floor, the entire ship now on an angle and pre-launching rockets steamed and expelled dust and smoke, making it very difficult for even Vegeta and Trunks to hold onto.

"Hold on." She checked a palm pilot on the ship's status. "Right. Oh no, the internal Gravity Regulation controls just fired up, life support is on and running, the solar batteries are absorbing light at a phenomenal rate, and the engine is…get away from there!" Bulma screamed, a look of horror on her face.

"What? Are you mad woman! That is the LAST thing we want to do!"

"Not if you want to get to a safe distance quick enough not to become fried to a cinder by the Hyperdrive engines!"

"What? Why would Pan be activating the Hyperdrive so soon? She will burn the Earth's atmosphere without the proper codes and sequencing commands." Trunks grit his teeth, the ship landing leg sliding a little more out of his grip.

"And why wouldn't she have them?" Vegeta spat.

"Because I have them!" Trunks screamed, a rear rocket blasting right in his face, and threw him back to the ground. The main rocket roared and Vegeta gasped. Trunks was laying right beneath it.

He had a choice to make. Save his son, and lose Pan, or try to stop Pan from leaving…and lose his son's life.

"Forgive me Pan!" Vegeta launched at his son, grabbed him and threw him out of the way. By the time he returned to the previous place of the landing leg, it was out of his reach. So he flew up and grabbed it again, and struggled even more now that he was alone. He tried anyway, even now that he knew he had lost the fight to keep her here. He couldn't stop the damn thing on his own, he knew that. Oh Pan.

"HELP ME!" Pan screamed, floating in the middle of the bridge room. She had tried to power up and fly down, but she found she couldn't. She couldn't even reach anything to hold onto. Tears fell down her face, the tiredness, stress and emotional anguish of the last few weeks catching up with her present distress. When will it end! Why can't fate just fuck off and leave me ALONE!

She screamed at the top of her lungs, and at last, a flicker of golden light coursed through her. She wasted no time in forcing her Ki under her, and propelling herself towards the door. With her suddenly fleeting strength, she tried to pull the door apart. But it wouldn't open, and her Saiyan strength was leaving her once more, and fast. Hysterical beyond all reason now, she clawed at the door and the sheet of metal next to it.

Then, she jerked against the wall by the door, gravity returned, and wept in her hands against the cold steel plating. "Somebody…please…I...I don't want to be alone…" she knew Trunks hadn't gotten onboard, she knew the ship had locked them out, everyone out, and her inside. The roar of the engines rippled to the core of her gut, her head, her heart in her chest (which was already beating as fast as her Saiyan tainted adrenaline would allow), her feet, hell, her entire body was shaking with the force that the ship was moving now, added to only by her frantic nerves.

She betrayed her friends and family, she joined an evil army that her grandfather fought most his life against, helped create a monster that then killed over half a million people in cold blood, became mates with him, told him to kill her when he loved her, broke his heart too, broke hers and lost him forever…

And now this too! "H h help me." She whimpered, a sorry state. Her long slender tail hung shivering between her legs, her forehead flat against the cold metal plating and her hands pressed against it at either side of her head. This was to try and keep her head still, before her trauma and physical distress made her vomit everywhere. "I'm so scared." She sobbed.

Right now, she just wished a pair of strong arms could hold her close and tell her everything was alright. That she was safe, and loved. Pan was so scared. She yelped with fright as she felt something around her waist. And it wasn't her tail.

Am I dreaming? An actual set of strong muscular arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her back from the wall.

"Everything is alright Pan." She gasped, and grew rigidly still. "You are safe, and I love you dearly." She trembled. Those words were familiar to her, and held the same tenderness as ever…but the voice? The voice she did not recognise. "You are not dreaming Pan. Look at me Pan. You called for me, you willed for me, and I am here." The metal sheet of the wall slid to one side, and revealed a see-through looking pane.

The ship was in the air, with no restraints and looking down on the party of people who looked shocked and worried. And even frightened. And every single one of them, were looking over her shoulder. "Yes, you did break me with your words. And I suffered greatly by them…but I did hear you. And I have come, for you." Pan looked down, forcing her eyes to locate the hands on her front. They were ivory white, and he had black nails. His voice whispered gently in her ear, with a slight British accent, and…lips? Lips brushed against her ear, soft and petal delicate. "You do not know how hard it was for me to resist your call, the call of my mate." Pan looked up, and saw her family getting smaller. Her eyes widened, as the ship started to leave orbit. She saw Vegeta try to fly after her…only to break off his pursuit as a large pink shield encircled the ship. "See? Didn't I tell you I would keep you safe?" He wrapped his arms around her even more, holding her possessively. "You…you love me." His voice was close to a sob, and yet there was joy there too. His voice never wavered however, and he pressed those soft lips against her neck, just behind her ear and tenderly kissed her. "I heard you say it. I felt you say it, and felt you feel it. Can you feel me now?" as if on cue, Pan felt a wave of warmth engulf her and she rolled her head back in bliss. It was a mixture between erotic desire, and joyous content. And yet there were so many more underlining emotions there that made her place her hands behind her slightly by her side, placing on something firm and supporting her weak body. What she was holding, happened to be his thighs, and she knew who he was.

"Your voice is…different." She sniffled. "You…Major…" she closed her eyes, and span in his arms. "Oh Major." She sobbed.

"Don't cry Pan. I hate to see you upset." She buried her face in his chest and whimpered, holding onto him as if afraid he would vanish if she didn't.

"Oh Major, I, I, I am s so sorry!" Pan cried. "I didn't mean any of it, I don't want you to leave me alone, I don't I swear it, I don't. I don't."

"Hush Pan." Major cooed, and stroked the back of her head. His other hand held her back between her shoulder blades. "Hush my darling mate. I am here now. And I will never leave you again. I am here to support you, protect you." His soothing words helped Pan calm down. "Care for you." He lifted her chin, and she noticed how much softer his fingers were now, as he cupped both sides of her face. He held her carefully, so she would be looking at him when she opened her eyes. "And love you. Forevermore." Pan finally smiled as those divine lips brushed over her face, and she gasped as a warm tongue gently licked her tears away. He then brushed his lips over hers, and stayed like that, their lips touching and nothing more. It was Pan who leaned up and demanded more, throwing her arms around his neck, and pulling him down to kiss her. Their lips smoothed together urgently, and Pan jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She then gripped his shoulders, which were remarkably smoother than she remembered, and kissed down on him. She then pulled back, and pined, dragging her tongue over his lips and her tail completely bushed out, lashing from side to side behind her. Major's hands gripped her backside to hold her to him, and he opened his mouth for her. This was all too good to be true. For both of them.

For Pan, he was back. He hadn't left her, he hadn't just died or killed himself, as she had feared, and he had come back to love her.

For Major, she loved him at last. And at last, they could be mates, with no interference. They were alone in space, they could be together and not have to worry about anyone seeing or not approving of them. As he knew that mattered to Pan.

Pan purred loudly and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

All her fears of the ship taking off, her guilt for the people she either instigated the deaths of, hurt in the process or running, her family and friends, her own worries. All vanished as the man holding her kissed her back, their tongues passionately fighting for dominance, Major winning, and they pulled apart. Pan was desperate for breath after all, and rested her forehead against his. She panted, her hands on either side of his neck… even his neck is smoother than I remember. She smiled dreamily. Everything is turning around. I can be mates with Major now, and wish everyone back to life again. Nothing can go wrong now. She didn't seem too concerned when he slid her down his body, and to her feet. Wow, is he taller? And…more built than I remember too? Surely I can't have that crappy a memory. Pan stepped back, her lips slightly swollen and fluttered her eyes open.

What she saw, made her gasp.

He was tall, as if his height would demand the eyes from everyone around him to centre on his form.

His ivory white hands, neck and face, looked Moon kissed, eerily alluring and a softer contrast to his previous appearance.

Magenta eyes were fixed upon her where golden eyes once were, dark coal pupils with fathomless depths, and each iris had a mysterious shine to them.

Deep purple face markings ran from under his eyes to his jaw line, which held a yellow chin strap, joining under his chin to his two tier head piece, which looked like a cross between a camouflage helmet, and an Egyptian crown. The image of a king in his own right, his straight poise holding the same air as royalty, or superiority. And yet, his soft lips were slightly open, demanding her eyes attention for the moment, curved in a soft smile.

She got the impression he didn't smile often.

Or he wasn't meant to, as it looked so heavenly, it couldn't be natural.

The basic lush green and dark green camouflage pattern still retained dominance over his synthetic exoskeletal armour, as if to remind others of what he once was, or if somewhere he still was that creature deep down, that had the uncanny ability to blend in with his surroundings and merge with the shadows. This gave him a wilder look than his gentler facial features, like he was very much still an animal.

But his pectoral muscles were a dark navy blue, as were the muscles underneath, the top of his head between the spires of his 'crown', his shoulders, his groin (her cheeks getting a little redder as she forced her eyes away from there), his wings also, and his long masculine shins. His boot like feet were a sunflower yellow, not exactly slim but definitely slim line, and she returned to look at his face.

He was so much more handsome than before, and yet, she didn't care what he looked like. But still, she was speechless.

Her mouth actually opened, and she blatantly looked him up and down again, making sure to glance over the general area of his pelvis a couple more times. She stopped and blushed when she heard a melodic chuckle. Like honey over her tongue. "Are we impressed?" he sounded so cocky and slightly arrogant when he said that, that she folded her arms, trying to look defiant.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Was all she could think of saying. Not exactly her best come back.

"I would, actually." He stalked towards her, predatorily. He reminded her of an animal, a carnivore…with cornered pray in its sights. This thought, and his advancing on her, made her gulp slightly and lower her arms. "And I suppose I have over two weeks to find out." Pan was finding it hard to concentrate on what he was saying the closer he got to her. It was as if she was intoxicated by his sheer presence.

Maybe I am. She thought, and then blushed from the way he raised a brow at her. Shit, did he hear that? He smirked. Fuck. She then closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Can we make it a rule that we don't listen to each other's thoughts, please? And mostly that rule applies to you, thank you." She cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool.

"Very well." She opened her eyes, her blush returning, as he was stood right in front of her, arms folded and leaning forward slowly. "If we are making rules for this voyage." He then grabbed her waist, and yanked her against him. "Then here are mine. Number one." He crashed his mouth with hers, and gave her a searing kiss. One that was so powerful, her legs buckled beneath her and she swooned into him. And of course he held her, and of course she was kissing him back the entire time.

AN: Draguna here.

I'M BACK AT LAST!

WOOO WOO WOO!

Cell:…

Draguna: "…" what?

Cell:…rules?

Draguna: sweatdrops

Cell:… rules that involve the crashing of mouths?

Draguna:… you are quite randy in this story. whistles innocently whilst blushing

Cell:…. Oh really…and in which story am I in of yours, where I am not this sexually orientated, may I ask?

Draguna:… oh dear, is that the time? Gotta go and update some more stories! Bye! scampers off

Cell: That woman is impossible. Making me sound like some sex craved nymphomaniac. Just wait until I get her home…

OOooooo, did you see that coming? And Perfection too. We get a little more info on that next chapter, that, and they make up rules for how they are 'allowed' to behave around each other. Doesn't that sound fun? And I wonder what 'number one' turns out to be…

Well, I will update as soon as I can!

From

Draguna