Trunks drew Taree into his quarters without a single word. Words weren't necessary now. Their bodies spoke a thousand words to each other. Taree was used to taking command of a situation, but in fear of spooking her captive half-breed, she allowed him to make all the moves.

Trunks enticed her into his grasp, their bodies swaying together as their lips met. Tongues introduced each other while Trunks' adept hands coursed her back. Her hands swept across his muscular arms and felt their powerful motion. But, Trunks wasn't into this standing foreplay. With a subtle maneuver, he led her to his bed and laid her down. Horizontal was more his style. The tip of her tail flicked playfully as Trunks' striking blue eyes locked with hers. He was above her, on his hands and knees, burning his gaze into her own. She yearned for more and from the state of his body, he did too.

On Earth...

Pan was soon greeted by the saiyan prince himself.

"You and my daughter will go into space and find Trunks."

"We will what?"

"Bulma's working on a ship and a new device. It should detect the ship Trunks took. All you need to do is sweep this sector of the galaxy then go from there once the signal is detected."

"Oh, is that all."

Bra joined the two. "I said I don't want to go dad."

"Too bad."

Bra pouted as Vegeta led the two young ladies down the hallway and into a corridor that connected Bulma's lab to the house. Bulma noticed them and waved. Turning off welding torch and removing the safety shield from her face, she stood and joined them.

"The ship should be done within 24 hours Vegeta. That tracking device is proving more difficult though. I'm going to install it in that little robot thing that hangs around Trunks. With his artificial intelligence and embedded dragon radar, it should be more accurate."

"Bulma, you mean Gill's still here?"

"Yes. He usually follows Trunks everywhere, but apparently, that son of mine managed to ditch the robot too."

"So Vegeta, does my father know you are putting me up to this?"

"Gohan is not aware at this time. I assume you will call him once aboard the ship."

"Sneaky. He's not going to like this."

"He'll get over it. He always does. Besides, he will listen to reason eventually. That's what his intellectual brain is for."

"Hmph, you don't have to deal with him on a regular basis either." Pan muttered.

"Not my problem."

"And finding your son is mine?" Pan shot back sarcastically. The "Kakarrot" vs. "Vegeta" bloodline competition surged even in her veins despite the generations of peace between them.

A smug smirk developed on Vegeta's face. "It is you who wants him for mate, correct?"

Pan sifted her brain for a quick come-back, but found none. Vegeta was right afterall. She simply shot her nose up into the air in effort to claim female supremecy and strutted a safer distance away from the saiyan prince. Bulma and Bra watched the spunky quarter saiyan with utter amusement. Pan too, was proving her feminine skill of whipping mighty male saiyan warriors into submission.

Meanwhile in space...

Trunks had the saiyan female at his mercy, but he wasn't willing to show his true colors just yet. In fact, one of Trunks' greatest skills was his ability to entice and tease females. He wore deception well...just like his father. He refused to give her what she desired, namely for him to enter her feminine depths. But, his skills at manipulating the female body in other ways was enough to keep Taree too occupied to notice. As he teased her, he used his other senses to read his environment. He paid particular attention to the sounds around him to reassure him that they were still alone.

Taree begged him to enter her depths by wrapping her tail and legs about his waist and force him downward. But, Trunks' strength proved too much. He held his ground on all fours. Finding that the timing was right, his eyes locked onto Taree's with motivated intensity. Her's instinctively dove into their blue depths only to realize something all too late. With a demonic smirk, his once blue eyes suddenly turned green-blue. His purple-hued hair stood on end and snapped into blonde spikes. A golden glow surrounded his body and lit the once dark room. Trunks was a super saiyan, the first one Taree had ever laid eyes upon.

With a scream, Taree tried to break free of his grasp,but to Trunks, her strongest attempt was like a butterfly brushing against his skin.

"Wha--what ARE you!?" Taree said as fear filled her tone.

"A super saiyan. Are you afraid?"

"The, the legendary super saiyan?"

"Not 'the' legendary, but I am a legend in my own right. Now, if you wish to live, I suggest you do as I command. Understand?"

Taree nodded.

"I want my ship."

"It shall be done."

"I want it fueled and stocked with provisions."

"I will get right to it."

"I want to leave and never be followed."

"Granted."

Trunks continued his Vegeta-like smirk and pulled himself off of her. Standing at the end of the bed, he allowed her stand and slink towards the door.

"No, not that way." Trunks said sternly as he powered up a ki blast and blew out a wall with little effort.

"You, you tricked us!"

"Yep."

"You made me a fool."

"Perhaps. I AM the son of Prince Vegeta afterall." Trunks replied with an stern, but soft voice. He grabbed her arm and led her out, but not before grabbing two sheets. He wrapped one about his waist and gave the other to Taree so she could cover herself.

"You taking me hostage?"

"Nah, don't need to. I'm simply assuring myself you are going to fulfill my demands. I learned something. Never trust a saiyan, especially a female saiyan. Now, lead me to my ship."

Elsewhere, not too far away, Taree's two lieutenants had indeed heard her scream. Both had moved in silently but remained a safe distance away. They didn't want to be detected, but they did wish to be within striking distance should their commander require assistance.

"Is that the captive?"

"I don't know. But, whatever it is, it fits the description of the legendary super saiyan."

"No way. Him!?"

"The way Taree's responding and the way he blasted that wall, I dare not guess anything else."

"So, how do we stop a super saiyan eh!?"

"He's organic just like us. These darts have enough sedative to put three oozaru saiyans to sleep. It should work well on a smaller super saiyan. Power means nothing if this stuff is coursing your veins."

"So shoot him already!"

"Not yet. They're headed towards the captive's ship. Let's let his ship be the last thing he sees."

"Cruel yet efficient. That'll teach him to mess with us female saiyans."

"That's right. Super saiyan or not, he's still a male."

"Know what?"

"What?"

"Mating with him seems even more enticing now. Perhaps his super saiyan ability will be passed on in his offspring!" Midoria exclaimed.

"Oh yes, that man isn't going anywhere. He just made himself even more valuable to us." Sai growled as she readied her crossbow.

With Trunks fully distracted with Taree and his agenda, he became careless. He failed to remain alert of the environment around him and his guard was down. What could harm a super saiyan anyway? He already knew none of the saiyans on the planet possessed enough strength. But he forgot one major thing...female saiyans were oh so cunning.

The stubby arrow pierced the middle portion of his thigh. He staggered for a moment as he immediately looked about for the arrow's owner. While he angrily looked about, the sedative worked its wonders. Trunks grew sluggish then toppled over and collapsed. As he fell into unconsciousness, his hair and eyes returned to normal. Taree slid away then gazed at the cliffs behind her. Midori and Sai revealed themselves and ran down to their commander.

"Well done, both of you! You're true saiyan warriors!"

Midori and Sai bowed.

"We have a problem though. He's a super saiyan and we have nothing on this planet that can hold a being with his abilities."

"So I guess we have to keep him drugged enough to prevent him from regaining full consciousness."

"Or injure him. He was injured when we found him before."

Taree ripped the arrow out of Trunks' leg as a stream of blood ran down his leg. "He will NEVER make a mockery out of me again! Shackle him and throw him in the cavern of ice. If a bone or two breaks, well, no loss there.Shoot an arrow of sedative into him twice a day. Do not mend the wounds they create." Taree spat angrily as she returned the arrow to Sai and walked away.

Back on Earth, a couple of days later...

Pan sighed and boarded the all too familiar looking ship. It was yet another octopus looking contraption like that of her black star dragonball hunt. She immediatly plunked her bags down and assumed her seat in the pilot's chair. Bra trudged in behind her and looked about in disgust.

"This place is too small and cramped."

"We're not on a pleasure cruise Bra."

"I know. I'm being forced to search for my stupid brother."

Pan didn't touch the subject. Rather, she changed it. "Let's go!" she yelled excitedly as she slammed a hand onto the launch button once again.

The ship lurched forward and blasted into the morning sky. As it broke free of Earth's gravitational field, the ship became quiet and the ride more smooth.

"It'll be a while as we course the solar system. Let's eat." Pan said as she locked in the auto-pilot and unstrapped herself out of the safetybelts.

Bra sighed, but her face lit at the sound of 'eat.' She was half saiyan afterall.

The two ladies made their way down to the kitchen. Suddenly, their eyes bugged out. Staring back at them was another being who was currently munching on a sandwich.

"Hi gals. Didn't think you'd leave without lil' old me now would ya?"

"Ma--Marron!?" Pan said as she slapped her own forehead. In an almost de ja vu, they had indeed added a third member to their little mission.

to be continued...