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Bra and Marron tried desperately to keep up with a fuming Pan. She was utterly upset that her opportunity at combat was foiled by a strange behaving (and looking) Trunks. After several hours of coursing through the foilage, the trio found themselves back at their ship.

"Uh, Pan, why are we back here? I thought we were going to follow Trunks?"

"You heard him. Forget about him for now." Pan growled as she opened the ship's door and trudged up the ladder. Once there she kicked a few things, smashed a few others, and slammed a fist into a couple of undefended walls. All Marron and Bra could do was stay out of the way while Pan worked out her frustration and anger.

Elsewhere...

Trunks thought about the recent events as well as potential future ones. His run-in with his rescue wanna-bees sent his mind into a tail spin. With the added food in his stomach, his brain now had the fuel to think more rational, deeper, complex thoughts. His first detailed thought returned to space ships, namely his and the one of the trio of young ladies from Earth. His would be a bigger hassle to acquire. Assuming it was still intact and flyable, Trunks would have to still attack the saiyan compound. The ladies' ship however, was definitely flyable and likely parked away from any major threats. But then Trunks mulled over what it was he really wanted to do. Did he want to get away from this place? If so, where did he want to go? Back to Earth? Elsewhere? He couldn't cart along three obnoxious ladies with him if it were anywhere other than Earth. And with the appearance of the trio of females, two of which tugged at questioning his heart. The third had no impact only because she was of the same blood as he. Both Marron and Pan had braved space to find him. So now he had to ponder what it was he was feeling for both of them as well as where it was going to lead. And that led to the pondering of his own self. Did he enjoy being a bachelor, swooned over by women everywhere and available whenever he wanted to be? Or would he prefer the security, warmth, and stability of a wife and family? He shuddered at thinking of young eyes looking at him and calling him daddy. No, he wasn't ready to be a father yet, but who said children had to come right away in a marriage?

*Why am I thinking about that NOW!? I should be thinking through my current dilemma. Geesh! Why do I always get into these kinds of messes!?* Trunks thought as he thwaped his forehead in frustration.

At the saiyan compound...

Taree and Sai began to worry. The hunting party was due back hours ago and Midori always reported in on schedule. Suddenly a female scout dashed into their barracks, out of breath and full of shock.

"The males are DEAD!" she managed to squeeze out between breaths.

"What?"

"Killed. We have no males!" the scount repeated, apparently more upset about the long term impact of their species rather than the short term as to how they died.

Taree and Sai followed the panicky scout towards the males' barracks. There they saw the males, dead, all having had their tails removed.

Taree growled in disgust. Only one being would know the power of saiyan tails and want to remove such power...a half saiyan bent on revenge. "Summon the others. I have a feeling our hunting party met the same fate. Oh and have a couple of our warriors destroy that ship. He may be more powerful than us, but I'm not going to afford him the luxury of slaughtering us and then getting away. If we go down, we'll go down honorably...in defending ourselves in combat. Group up in the west side of this base. Grab as many of those artificial moon devices as you can find. Sai, make sure these orders are completed. "

"Yes ma'am!" Sai snapped as she and the scout left to carry out the commands.

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Pan sat at the pilot's chair and stared blankly out the viewport.

Marron and Bra sat at the eating table, bored but not wanting to rile their firey friend any further. They had already spent time cleaning up the messes Pan had made with her latest tantrum.

"Shouldn't we be seeking Trunks out? Those saiyans are likely going to tell the others." Marron mentioned quietly to Bra.

"Yeah, they'll tell the others. But I'm wondering what's up with my brother. He took off as if he had some sort of agenda to complete. Maybe he has a plan already and we shouldn't mess with it."

"But what if he doesn't. What if he's merely biding his time doing what amounts to nothing? He's done that before while on Earth. It's what he usually does when he escapes out his office window."

"We can't take on the saiyans Marron. Even if we could, they still have their tails...if they go giant ape on us, we're as good as dead."

"I suppose. But feeling helpless is driving me nuts!"

"Me too, but what else can we do?"

"We can kick some ass!" Pan blurted from out of nowhere.

"Pan, we're outnumbered and---"

"Not the saiyans Bra...Trunks' ass. There's three of us. So what if he's a super saiyan. I bet he won't use it against us ladies. Whether he's mentally deranged or not right now, I bet his manners would still control him."

"But he did kill those female hunting members." Marron mentioned.

"She's got a point there Pan. He's not himself. Taking him on may be as risky as charging head first into that group of saiyans."

"So we'll just have to do this the hard way. Bulma once told me how she calmed a raging Vegeta."

Bra's eyes perked at the sound of her parents' names.

"Actually, she told my mother, but my mother told me the story." Pan corrected.

"And just how do we tame a raging super saiyan?" Marron asked with a sarcastic tone.

"We cater to one of his most primal senses."

"Eh?"

"Well, Bra may not be able to participate, but..."

"Eh?"

"We seduce him."

"?????!!!"

"Think about it, what guy can refuse such an offer. It's instinctive for them to seek out every opportunity to 'spread their seed' so to speak."

"Uh, but Pan, Trunks has that option nearly every minute of his life since he became a teenager. Females have been throwing themselves at him for years and he knows how to control himself. Mother taught him to control his dick." Bra mentioned.

"So what do you suggest?"

"We rationalize with him. Offer him a business like proposition."

"Like we have the time of day to do that with enraged saiyan bitches that will be hunting us down at any moment now."

"We have to do something. Our time is limited here and whether Trunks knows it or not, so is his." Marron interjected.

And so the trio of ladies were stuck staring blankly at the table at which they now sat.

Back in the forest...

Trunks was slowly and silently making his way towards the saiyan base. He wasn't sure if he'd attack or not, but he did want to know the status of his ship. It would help him solve some of the questions he was currently trying to answer.

As he climbed to a highter vantage point overlooking the base, he heard then saw a massive explosion. Pieces of debris were flung everywhere. Near him a large piece of debris crashed. Making his way to it, he noticed the four letters 'sule' upon it. It was enough to tell him what it was that just blew into many bits. With several curse words uttered under his breath, he now knew the answer to his ship's status...nonfunctional...permanently. Seeing the warriors running about and grouping for battle, Trunks sank back into the depths of the forest. He had no choice now. He had to track down the his sister and friends. All of them, including himself were in mortal danger now and their ship was their only ticked off this monkey-laden hole of a planet.

to be continued...