Trunks groans awake, his arm draped across someone. Without even thinking, he pulls her closer. Something in his mind screaming for him to do it. To keep this person close no matter what, to never let her go, to protect her, to keep her safe and to always be there for her.

She squeaks softly, his arm holding on too tightly. He loosens his grip ever so slightly but doesn't let go. He can't- He mind refuses to. Everything in his core, in his most primal being telling him to keep her near.

"Let go-" She whines softly. He knows he should let go. He's too strong and he's holding too hard but he simply can't.

"Don't wanna." He mumbles, shushing her. "Sleep. Too early."

"Hurts..." She sighs and every alarm bell rings in Trunks' mind.

He jolts to sit up straight. Checking her for injuries. Making sure she's alright or not. He doesn't understand why he has this desperate innate urge to see if she's fine or not until he sees his own, already healing, bitemark on the nape of her neck.

The colour drains from his face and he knows what he's done. The problem is that... she's his very human girlfriend of barely a few months- well technically, now she's his wife.

She doesn't know what he's done. And he can already imagine how his parents will react when they find out what he's done.

"Hey, where does it hurt?" He asks, half already knowing where she'll point to.

As her hand sleepily goes up to her neck, he wants to slam his head against the wall.

Great Omni, let me handle this properly.