Vegeta was about to resume his training in his Gravity Room when he suddenly heard a familiar voice. It immediately slapped his brain against its skull case. Why hadn't he thought of it before!? With a smirk of pride, he directed himself towards the sound of the voice.

"Yeah, sure, mall at eight. No problem! I'm always there after schoo! And did you hear about the sale at--"

The speaker was interrputed by the sound of the door opening. Vegeta had entered the room.

"Tiara, I'll talk to you later. My dad's in my room." Bra said as she hung up the phone and gave her father full attention.

"Daddy! What brings you to my room? Does mom need me for something or is it you want to go on a shopping trip with me?"

"Call Gohan's house. Get Pan on the phone."

"Why can't you--" Bra began but was cut off by the stern stare of her father. She grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Hi Ms. Videl! Is Pan there? It's me, Bra."

"Pan here, what do you want Bra? I can't go shopping."

Bra looked at her father for a moment. Vegeta grabbed the phone.

"Pan, I request your presence here tonight."

"Ve--Vegeta? Uh, okay. I'm sure my parents won't mind."

Vegeta passed the phone back to his daughter. "Uh, Pan?"

"Yeah?"

"I have no idea what my father wants, but he's giving me the 'stare' so I think I'm involved too. I'll see you tonight."

As both saiyan blooded young ladies hung up the phone, Vegeta smirked.

"You and Gohan's brat are going on a little trip."

"We are? Is it to the mall?"

"No. To space."

"But daddy, I don't wanna go into space! There's a sale over at the--"

"Don't even try to weasel out of this one. It's already been arranged."

"But daaaadyyy!!!" Bra whined as Vegeta left her room and headed back to his mate with the news of the discovery of a crew and that she begin the process of building a ship immediately.

Meanwhile in space...

Trunks tried desperately to regain control of his senses. He needed to think. He needed use of his brain and not the one between his legs. Things were becoming serious, deep, and complex now. One slip in the wrong direction and he could lose much more than he ever wished. The thought of going super saiyan crossed his mind once again. But, the idea was tainted with sexual thoughts of using that power in erotic bliss. He shook his head, but to no avail. He couldn't shake his desire to copulate with the seductive female saiyans who held him captive. He hadn't seen any male saiyans at all. But, what he had seen was a plethora of tempting saiyan females, at least twenth or thirty. If he were the only saiyan male they had ever known, he would assure that his bloodline would continue for many generations. And, in turn, he would be deemed their king. He'd be treated in the most royal fashion possible. He'd be waited upon for each and every whim, he'd have sex whenever and with whomever he pleased. There'd be nothing but the best for him in every way. And if he revealed his ability to transform into the legendary super saiyan, his status would be altered permanently. No, he would not be their king, he would be their god. And that, was something his father had never attained. For once in his life, he could surpass his father at something.

But, there was one serious flaw with such a plan. His heart and soul deeply resented the crooked plot of his instincts and their lackey, his penis. As his body warred with itself, it was interrupted by the presence of the succulent leader of the saiyan females. Suddenly his body and mind agreed on one thing and that was to play along until more information could be gathered in order to determine exactly what it was these saiyan females wanted with him.

His blue eyes followed the flowing lines of the female approaching his 'room.' She swayed in a smooth barely noticeable motion that Trunks' animal side noticed immediately. Her tail, held loosely behind her complimented her body in a slow, small sway. She wore a loosely fitting, slinky, silky red garb that reminded Trunks of a Greek Toga. She was enticing, oh yes. His brain however, was combating the drugs' influences upon it. He was trying to think. He had to think. If he could not find motive, he may end up losing control of the situation. If that occurred, the planet and family he loved dearly could end up paying for his mistake. This was no business deal...this was tactics and strategy, the very essence of his father's teaching to him all these years.

Taree too, watched the being in the room as he watched her. There was something about him, his glaring eyes that bothered her. They showed an intense something that she couldn't quite grasp. Was he actually thinking? Or was it, his non-saiyan blood gave him a different reaction to showing interest? If only she could figure out what this 'other' blood was. Without this knowledge, he was still an engima and unpredictable. Still, she knew enough of his saiyan side was reacting. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging in anticipation at this point. The ball was still in her court.

Upon reaching his room, she tossed him a communicator then put one on herself. Trunks caught it and with a smug expression, donned it. He waited for her to speak however. He wanted to give a sly remark, but he had to play 'dumb'. He couldn't tip her off to his brain's abilities to think.

"And how are we today half-breed?"

Trunks smirked and slid his now raggedy shirt off. Two could play the enticing game and he just volunteered himself as the second player.

"Feeling anxious are we?" she purred as she ran a hand down and up herself, making sure she completed a thorough rub down of her supple breasts. "Want this?"

Trunks' brain was feverishly trying to shut his penis up. He needed to remain in control. Finally he spoke.

"What makes you think you're worthy of me? I've got more goods than you'd know what to do with." Trunks cockily replied, his royal Vegeta pride surging forward in ample amounts.

"So sure of yourself. How pathetic really. Your bloodline has a serious flaw. It may be royal, but the Vegeta bloodline is known for its lack of ability to pleasure a woman."

*Inability to pleasure?! What the hell was she talking about!? His father...err, wait...his mother mentioned the retraining she had to do with his dad. He had a nasty habit of all quickies and no long nighties. But he was different, wasn't he? He had his mother's stamina didn't he?* Trunks fumbled through his head. "Those flaws you speak of are not in this body you see before you."

"But you know of the flaw before I even mentioned it. That means the Prince suffered the same flaw as the King. And since you are the son of the Prince, then there's a chance it's within you too."

Trunks cursed inwardly for his verbal slip. He just gave her more information for free. He needed to stop that. His damn penis was a very powerful entity indeed.

"I'm proven, woman. On my world, I am a very powerful man and mateless at this point in my life so I choose to bed whatever females I wish. And not a single one has been able to walk away before me."

"Proven? Hardly. I doubt you've had a saiyan female before. I don't know what other species is within you, but I do know, you've not had a saiyan.You look pampered and spoiled. The females you choose to bed probably treat you the same. The fact that you mentioned your power before your prowess is a good indicator of this. Let's see if I can learn your life. Power, so that means you have control over either people, money, or both. And I'll give you looks. Your body is indeed enticing to females. Power, looks and money mean females likely swoon to you, eager to please and hopeful for a piece of that power or money. In essence, love slaves for you. They treat you like some god in hopes for a crumb or two tossed their way."

Trunks wanted to slam his brain against its skull casing. How the hell was she able to dissect him like this?! Was she some saiyan shrink or something? Obviously, her intelligence was higher than that of the average saiyan. He had to tred very carefully. This saiyan slut shrink was a better player than he had expected.

"I don't need my dick stroked woman. I am confident in my abilities. I could sweep you under the carpet or feed you to the dogs if I so wished. Power can take several forms. You underestimate me, most people do...even my father." Trunks complimented his brain while his penis protested this new stance.

Taree was surprised at his suddening threatening outburst. She almost felt pangs of manipulation. But that couldn't be, could it? For the past few days he had been showing all the signs of being under the complete influence and control of the drugs and his instincts. The drugs had even been increased recently. He couldn't have overcome them. His body was still showing signs of interest.

"You fool yourself half-breed. You speak words of prowess, but your body's wants reveal otherwise. In fact, half-breed, I bet you haven't been laid in a long time." Taree chuckled.

She was right however. With the most recent activity between Pan and Marron, as well as all the business matters he had to attend to, he had very little interest in pursing anything sexual. Sex hadn't even crossed his mind in the recent months. In fact, he couldn't even recall his last lay. Had it been that long?! His penis stiffened and throbbed in the confines of his shorts. It had been denied action for far too long. This put another strange quirk into his plan.

"So lay me. Why would you and your lackeys dress like that if you didn't want to? I bet the feeling is mutual woman."

Taree sputtered. He was in her court and yet, he was the one dribbling the ball now. To make matters worse, Trunks proved his intent even more. He dropped his shorts and boxers to reveal his fully nude and anxious body.

"If you think you can handle this, then I dare you to enter." Trunks beckoned as he stroked himself a couple of times, much to the pleasure of his little brain of course.

Now it was Taree's body's turn to react. Her nipples perked in reaction to his own 'perk.' This hybrid was indeed enticing. His body was all muscle, including the large stiff shaft he was currently stroking casually. In fact, he seemed to have more muscle mass than many of the saiyan males. What exactly was he? Was his 'other' blood that of another warrior race too? Taree was now on the defensive, but she couldn't let her captive know this. Her body beckoned her to take him up on his offer.

"You have no idea what you are getting yourself into half-breed." Taree said in a soft, seductive, but forceful tone. She dropped her clothing to the floor, punched the keypad on the wall and entered the room. The barrier returned immediately after, thus locking herself in with him.

Trunks backed off to give her some space and smirked. He inspected every detail of her form with interest of both its physical and sexual attributes. He had stolen the ball from her and she was now in his court. She had just made a lethal mistake...and he knew it.

Back on Earth...

Pan was arriving at the Briefs residence to meet with Vegeta as planned. As she arrived, she noticed one of the hangars opened and could see the obvious glare of several welding torches. Something was being built and in a hurry. Curious, she couldn't wait to find out if it had something to do with Vegeta's call to her. She excitedly darted to the doorway and entered.

to be continued...