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Warning: Some material in here might disturb you… It is not for young readers… Mature Rating;
Explicit subjects matters and hentai, lemon.
Liaisons
Touch
--Space was lonely…. Trunks mused as he saw Earth approaching… They had been traveling for almost a year and he now would let his mind wonder to his missing libido. Well it was not missing; he had just kept it down… Saving the world often helped that trick…. Smiling he looked over at the excited Goku and Pan, as Earth got closer to them… Wonders may never cease to amaze him, and he thanked Kami for having Pan, a distraction from those lonely times, whereas he probably would have rubbed himself into oblivion… Damn how disturbing that thought was…There were times though, trying to relieve him of that need, and hearing Pan's laughter as he hurriedly finished. Trunks shook his head and wondered why these thoughts were so strong in his mind when the Lookout was only 500 feet from them…
Trunks cleared his mind as he proceeded to land and set everything right again in this world….
One year later….
Trunks sat at his desk and wondered how life could have taken such a turn. After Baby was destroyed for good, Earth was destroyed and then with the help of Porunga wished back... now everything was at peace…Except his mind and body… He only thanked the parasite for one thing…. During the year that Baby's minion was trapped inside, he could not feel like he did toward a certain young lady… at least he did not remember. Now he was onto a dark path, and the only shinning light was her laughter and voice….She was his best friend, but in the dark recesses of a man's head, she was what cured him of all his needs…
However, he was a man, and old man in comparison to her and her youth…
He felt like an experiment gone bad…
Pavlov would have never guessed that his tests with that damn bell and those dogs could lend itself to explain why Trunks could not have good sex, could not relieve his built up tension or drive without hearing that sound of that voice; damn her for sneaking inside.
It would be fine if she was not so young, then he knew exactly what he had to do…
Family connections, and her age and his reputation prevented him of doing nothing except seeking out her attention in any way that posed as acceptable. Thus, he had to be there for her in everyway possible as allowed to him by society… then, only then could he go on….
Trunks knew he should seek someone to help him. However, his reputation as a non-deviant executive would come crumbling down, and he had so much to lose he could not do it… Hell he even tried fantasizing about other young girls to see if he was truly a deviant… alas, no problems there…. It was her and only her, which he needed… It was so hard, so hard because he knew of her 'crush' on him…. Right now at her age, she looked to him with those trusting and worshiping eyes…That innocent look….Behind that; a fire of a Saiyan with the desire to fight and the heart of Goku, who believed in such noble causes.
Trunks could not even deny her of the things she like to do…. Slumber parties at Capsule Corporation…. Movie night with their closest friends… Family BBQ's. Pan was the anchor that kept everyone together, and he could not crush her ways because he needed it too.
Exhausted and frustrated, he packed up for the day to head home…. He was excited about seeing her, in a way that he could not tell a soul, even if Dende could hear his thoughts and try to prevent it, he doubted he could stop himself for making sure he was home tonight for the big Movie date that would bring Pan to his home. He should be going on a date, but he cancelled this morning thinking that he would not be able to perform… His heart just was not in it…. Would he ever be normal again?
Trunks sat in the corner of the couch as the movie played…. Goten snored slightly at the other end, with Bra tucked up to him… Trunks mused at how close they seemed to have become… Marron was at Goten's feet curled into a tight ball…. Uub sat on the floor but one hand had grasped Marron foot and he too was sleeping…. Trunks looked at the minx who had stuck her legs behind him half turned and was avidly watching the movie on the screen….
She was very much awake and seemed wound up… The movie was not that great, hence the reason why the other four were bored and sleeping…. HE went to reach for the popcorn that was in front of Pan, and suddenly his hand came in full contact with hers… HE turned to see her face and she was smiling happily back at him. She grabbed a handful and munched on it…still smiling though and her eyes bright…
He took the popcorn and ate what he had grabbed, he watched her carefully as she returned her gaze back to the TV… Slowly he finished eating, prolonging his nervousness over what he was thinking; he rested his arm back over the couch and lightly on her shoulder…
His other hand that had held the controller, let the item down and was now free to move on…. His conscious held in check by a more basal need. Even the reasoning in his head were quiet … his whole body waited for this. The nerve endings received their signal, and nonchalantly he took that free hand, brushed underneath both of her breast, and then settled back down in his lap...
He could feel her looking at him, though he kept focused on the scene in front. HE sensed all kinds of emotions from her; however, none was that sharp… It was a flurry of things… After a few moments, he felt her turn back to the screen. Then he knew that she would not say anything about that… Therefore, he did it again… Instead of looking at him though Pan squeezed closer, seeking out a stronger touch then the slight brush of a finger tracing under her breasts…
He smirked inwardly as he allowed no emotion to cross his face…. But he could feel the familiar boil of his blood. Silently they both kept watching the Movie though neither was really seeing it… Trunks arm around her shoulder dropped closer and his other hand rubbed and played with the tightening nipples through Pans shirt… Her breathing was quickening and she felt hot from his touch.
HE wanted so badly to pull her toward him and fuck her senseless… Anything to stop a need he had been harboring for a long time… But this was so much more erotic and divine this way…. No one would appreciate him if he was to take her on the couch, and he would probably die … Killed by some angry Saiyan…
His interest in her flesh harped on him, and he could no longer stand to just grope through the material…. Pan had only a large T-shirt on and he wanted to feel her skin…. However, it would prove so difficult, without taking the shirt off. Nevertheless, when he tried to slide his hand up from the bottom of the shirt another thought crossed his mind… It was a spilt second decision, one that would haunt him for many years to come….
His free hand edging toward that hem of her shirt lay so close to her boxers. Her honeyed mound was right there and he could not help himself, but let slip his hand on her mound… He felt the mink like texture of her pubic hair, and could feel the heat radiating from her folds… His eyes focused and unfocused toward the reverberating light of the screen and was praying that no one waked in or woke up…
HE laid his palm flat against her mound and half turned to her… Her eyes half lidded and her hands had gripped his arm.
Trunks did not push inside only laid his hand there and touched.
It would have been a good time for something to break up the moment so that he would feel caught, but nothing happened…. HE fought with himself to stop what he was doing, and was losing the battle… Pan had not spoken a word. Trunks pulled back, and lightly kissed Pan on the lips…. He left the couch, painful aware of his huge erection…. He knew that that would be the catalyst…
HE had sunk so low as to seduce her… well practically seduce her, but he had needed it, her, to get him where he was…
He closed his bedroom and locked it… From either himself escaping or anyone coming to find him… demanding answers where he had none… He hurriedly lay on his bed and stroked himself. Images filled his head of Pan laughing and Pan fighting, and finally of Pan letting him touch her …. Trunks screamed silently as he found his release, saying her name like a mantra in his head…Then shame swept over him as he remembered that he had crossed the line tonight, that he might have hell to pay if she were to speak to anyone about what he did…. She was only 16. Would she even want to see him again? Would he be allowed…? He was so fucked now. Until he was sure that, he could be normal again…. Only Pan could give him that touch….