hunt

A/N: The hunt idea is attributed to B-Chan. The Dragonball gang is not mine, I own nothing except my words.

Pan and Bra laughed together as they walked along the street to Capsule Corps. Bra had invited Pan over for a sleepover since it was Friday. As they rounded the corner of the building they stopped short. Trunks and Goten were having a sparring match.

Both girls were silent as they watched the beauty of the dance. Trunks and Goten flew around the yard, a blur of motion, pausing occasionally to pant for breath. Goten threw a punch at Trunks� stomach and the purple haired demi-saiyajin gracefully dodged the blow. He returned with a punch of his own that connected with Goten�s jaw and sent him flying. Goten immediately came back with a flurry of punches and they spun. Unfortunately for Goten, this brought the girls into his line of site.

�Hi!� he started to wave but a kick from Trunk�s sent him smashing downward into the perfectly manicured lawn. Trunks looked shocked and immediately flew down after his friend, meeting the girls as they ran over to the fallen fighter.

�Uncle Goten!� Pan exclaimed and kneeled next to him, shaking his shoulders. Goten woozily opened his eyes.

�Ouch,� he said simply as he gingerly sat up rubbing his sore chest.

�I�m so sorry, Goten!� he said and pulled his friend to his feet.

�That�s alright,� Goten said, dusting himself off, �I�m fine.�

Trunks turned his head when Pan stood up. Suddenly, his senses sharpened and his vision zoomed in on the play of the toned muscles that twitched lightly under Pan�s skin. He surprised himself by saying:

�Hey Pan, would you like to spar?� He mentally slapped himself. Where had that come from? But he couldn�t keep his eyes from watching her every movement.

�Are you kidding?� she asked.

�No, I�m really serious,� another mental slap.

�But you�re so much stronger than I am! You�d kill me!� she exclaimed.

�I�d keep my power down to a reasonable level, I promise. Please?� So now he was begging?

She watched him for a bit then shrugged. �I guess, okay,� she said.

�Hey what about me?� asked Goten, now recovered from his fall.

�You can spar with my sister,� Trunks said, giving him only the slightest attention. He needed this for some reason.

�Excuse me?� said Bra and Goten together. They looked at each other.

�You wanna?� asked Goten.

�Okay,� answered Bra easily.

Trunks was concentrating on Pan. His foot slid back and he shifted his weight to give him more balance and speed in his initial kick off. His arms bent at the elbows and he cocked his hands forward, half open, in a ready position. He waited for Pan to do the same.

She stood strait, with her arms folded. His eyebrows forked down. What was she playing at?

Impatiently, Trunks straitened again. �What?� he asked. Pan gave him a Look.

�You expect me to fight in this?� she said and waved a hand at her outfit. She was still dressed in her school uniform, a short navy blue skirt, white blouse and slightly heeled black shoes. Trunks wasn�t thinking clearly.

�What�s wrong with it?� he asked. He realized immediately this was the wrong thing to say.

�You want me to fight in a SKIRT?� Pan exploded. �In my SCHOOL clothes?�

�Sorry, sorry!� Trunks said and waved his hands in a disarming manner. �Bra would you...�

�Already on it,� Bra said and grasped Pan�s arm. �I need one too.� Bra pulled Pan into the house and Trunks slumped gratefully. He had been close to disaster. But why did he want to fight her so much? He had no idea. There was something tugging him. He wanted Pan to fight him. He wanted to win. He needed to prove his strength to her, show her he would be a good mate.

Whoa. Where did that come from? Trunks eyes widened. But he couldn�t keep his mind on much except that Pan was in that house and she was going to fight him. And he could prove himself to her.

***Inside***

Come on Pan, it can�t be that bad!� said Bra impatiently. She was dressed already and was waiting for Pan.

�It is that bad. Don�t you have any gi?� came Pan�s voice from behind the old-fashioned stand up curtain.

�No, all we�ve got in your size is the spandex,� said Bra.

�Couldn�t you steal something from the boys?� came Pan�s voice again, sounding very embarrassed.

�No, its all to big for you,� Bra looked at her watch and tapped her foot. �I�m coming back there,� she said and stepped around the curtain.

Pan was blushed and hugged herself. Like Bra, she was dressed all in form-fitting blue spandex. Bra gave her a critical eye.

�You actually look kinda sexy,� said Bra. Pan�s face went scarlet. Bra grinned. �Oh come on!� she said and grabbed Pan�s wrist. She managed to drag the girl outside, though Pan protested and latched onto anything immobile the whole way.

The sliding door slid open and Trunks was snapped out of his musings. His eyes widened as Bra pulled heavily on an arm and Pan stumbled out the doorway.

Pan stood looking distinctly uncomfortable with her tail drooping and curled slightly in an obvious display of embarrassment. Trunks didn�t see what she had to be embarrassed about.

The spandex hugged her body like a second skin, molding to her curves and not leaving much to one�s imagination. Trunks� breath caught in his throat. His vision sharpened again and he concentrated wholly on the raven-haired girl in front of him.

Just then his stomach rumbled. �Oh,� he said, looking surprised. �I suppose we should get something to eat.� Pan sighed and curled her tail up around her waist.

�I wish you�re stomach had complained BEFORE I changed into this thing. Oh well,� she shrugged.

�How bout I make some hamburgers for everyone?� Trunks suggested. They agreed on hamburgers and soon Trunks was at the grill. Pan kept shifting on her seat. Mainly because Trunks kept staring at her. It was making her nervous.

Trunks placed a plate in front of her and moved to sit opposite her at the table. He watched her carefully as she took a small bite of the burger and chewed thoughtfully. After she had swallowed, she remarked �Wow this is really good, Trunks!� He watched her as he ate his own meal and was strangely satisfied that she was eating the food he had prepared for her.

After they finished eating, they allowed their food to digest a bit and then went and stood about five feet from each other on the grass. Trunks stood tall and bowed to Pan, she did the same. Bra and Goten also bowed.

Trunks dropped once more into his fighter�s crouch. �Come on Pan, everything is taken care of now,� said Trunks and Pan inclined her head to him. She slid into position herself and tightened her tail around her waist.

Bra and Goten also got ready to spar.

Trunks moved first. He blew forward and cocked his fist. Pan, the faster of the two, moved quickly to the side and danced out of reach. Trunks was overbalanced by his first attack and before he could recover, Pan slammed her fist into his side. Trunks wheezed but grabbed hold of her wrist and spun her around.

�Ahh!� she said as she went flying. She dug her heels in and skidded to a stop. She looked up at the smirking Trunks and her anger blazed. �That�s it,� she said and powered up, her aura making her form hazy. Trunks� smirk deepened and he powered up as well. Pan flew into the air and Trunks followed her. Soon they were trading punches and kicks but Pan was growing frustrated. She couldn�t attack him! All she could do was block. He was deliberately keeping his power just a level or two above hers, mocking her. Pan�s eyes flashed and she raised her power level. She landed a couple of hits before Trunks compensated and began overpowering her again.

Pan growled low in her throat then shouted as her power blazed out of control. She flew at Trunks blindly and smashed into him. He caught her in his arms and pinned her there, though she thrashed and struggled to break his hold.

�I win,� Trunks growled at her.

�No!� Pan screamed and kneed him. He gasped and let her go. She spun and slammed the heel of her foot into his face. Bra and Goten had stopped sparring long ago. This was no sparring match. This was a real fight.

�Oh-oh� said Bulma�s mom when she happened to glance what was going on outside the window. �Dear, we better go get Vegeta and Bulma!� she called to her husband, who was in the living room, and she hurried off to do just that.

Trunks snarled at Pan�s insolence. He�d had her, how dare she fight back! Pan kicked him again but this time he was ready and grabbed her ankle. He twisted her around and threw her. He blurred out of sight and appeared beneath her just before she hit the ground. He slammed his fist into her stomach and she went limp on him. Sure of victory he lifted her head up. She slammed her forehead into his nose and fled backward. His head came up snarling and she hit him again and again in the stomach.

Trunks screamed his rage and blasted into super saiyajin. Pan�s face went from scowl to shock and then her eyes clouded with pain when Trunks crashed into her. He knocked her to the ground and pinned her there. She struggled vainly to wriggle away from him and tried to increase her own power so that she could throw him off. Trunks angrily grabbed her wrists and slammed them down above her head.

�Yield!� he snarled from the dominant position.

�Never!� Pan hissed and resumed her struggles. Trunks increased his energy and squeezed her wrists until she cried out in pain.

�Yield!� he shouted in her face. Bra and Goten were trying to tug him off her but he backhanded them and sent Bra flying.

�Bra!� Goten exclaimed �Trunks, stop it now!� But Trunks was off again because in the short period of Goten and Bra�s intervention, Pan had slipped out and was now blasting into the sky.

�No!� Trunks shouted, frustrated and angry and blasted off after her.

Just then Bulma raced out of the house with Vegeta coming around from the side. They were in time to see Trunks race off after the speeding dot that was Pan.

Vegeta frowned and looked at Bra and Goten. �What happened?� he asked. Bra took her eyes off the receding form of her brother and looked at her father.

�Well, Pan and I walked in the yard when Trunks and Goten were sparring,� Bra said. Goten nodded agreement. �Then Goten almost got killed because he tried to wave to us, and then Trunks spotted Pan and started acting funny,� Bra paused.

�What kind of funny?� prodded Bulma.

�Well, he wouldn�t stop staring at her, and he asked her to spar with him,� Bra said. She frowned. �Me and Pan got suits and came back outside. Trunks� stomach growled so we decided to eat something first.� Goten smiled in the remembrance of those yummy burgers.

�Yeah, he put Pan�s plate in front of her and watched her the whole time she was eating, he seemed satisfied about something,� Goten said. Bulma and Vegeta shared a look.

�And then they sparred?� asked Bulma.

�Yeah, but not really sparring, they were fighting each other and Trunks got real mad when Pan wouldn�t give in,� Bra said.

�And you two tried to interrupt and she got away,� stated Vegeta, �fools.�

�What?� both demi-saiyajins looked shocked.

�But daddy, he was hurting her,� Bra said.

�He was hunting her, Bra. I would have thought you would have recognized the signs, even if Kakarot�s brat hadn�t.� Vegeta crossed his arms.

Bra brought her hand to her mouth and her eyes widened. �He�s HUNTING her?!� Bra exclaimed. Vegeta nodded. Goten looked confused.

�He�s hunting her? What are you talking about?� he asked. Vegeta gave him a scornful look.

�It�s a saiyajin�s way of claiming a mate, the�� Vegeta didn�t get any farther than that.

�MATE!?� Goten cried, �My best friend is hunting my niece as a MATE?� Goten�s eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

�Weak,� said Vegeta.

�Shouldn�t you stop him, daddy?� Bra asked after checking to make sure Goten was okay.

�Once a saiyajin has chosen, they cannot waver, you know that Bra,�

Bra sighed. �I know.�

Pan pushed her self to fly faster. She held one hand to her ribs and panted for breath. She had to get away from Trunks until she was recovered a bit. She turned her head and saw a flash of light that could only be someone else flying, and it was getting bigger.

Pan slowed down. Maybe it was Bra coming to get her�

�No!� Pan exclaimed. It was Trunks! Pan frantically pushed onwards. Trunks was gaining on her. He would catch her in a minute!

Trunks smiled in anticipation of his victory. He reached out to grab her ankle when suddenly she dove under him and into the thick evergreen foliage beneath them.

�Damn you!� Trunks shouted and dove after her.

Trunks touched down softly in a clearing and turned in a slow circle. �Where are you Pan?� he called out quietly and stalked off into trees on his left.

Pan held her breath. He was coming towards her.

He sniffed the air with heightened senses. Fear.

He turned her way!

There she was!

Pan darted out from behind a tree and dashed away. Trunks followed quickly. He made a flying leap and the two crashed to the ground. They rolled over and over until they crashed into a tree. Pan smacked into it and suddenly went limp. Trunks lifted his head and stared down into her face. He finally had his prize.