Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all okay. The same thing I've been saying for the past forever.
A/N: There is adult material in this chapter, just fyi. I won't give away exactly what happens but this is not for young eyes, my friends. ;)
Lets Get Lost, Lets Lose Our Minds. Hey, Little Girl, I Think We Found It Tonight. I Think We Glow That Fucking Bright.
His hair battled between a spectacular blonde and his extraordinary lavender as he darted full force after Pan. Though his power doubled hers, her distance ahead of him had not lessened any. He had really ticked her off by the way her energy continued to soar with the wind around her.
He finally settled in his super Saiyan form, jetting with the direction of the breezy night air to catch up to the girl. When he was mere feet behind her, she tried to quicken her speed and faked a swift left and right to avoid his grasp. Though it worked for a short time, Trunks became easily agitated with the cat and mouse game and with a tiny push of his energy, he had her dark tail wrapped between his fingers awkwardly.
Pan stopped abruptly, causing the two to collide violently. In his advanced state, Trunks was quick and caught Pan between his arms, chests thundering against one another.
"Who do you think you are talking to me like that in front of them? I should rip you from limb to limb and in the mood I'm in, I'm not far from attempting it!" She spat viciously, sizing up his form in a shot of intimidation.
"Oh stop being so melodramatic, I was helping you out." He rolled his eyes, fingers still feeling the fur the color of murky night.
"And how do you figure that?" She ignored the impulses his touch was sending through her body and thought twice about the pathetic twitching her hands were doing to wrap around him. This tail was a lot more sensitive than she would have thought.
"Your tail grew didn't it? And as I remember, you started insulting me first." He stared at her tail as if he were examining it, letting it relax in his grasp within just a few seconds.
"My tail would have grown regardless, with or without your 'compliments'!" It yanked itself forcefully from around his fingers, waving far behind her body as the air rocked their bobbing figures.
"I was speeding up the process," His own tail fell from its erect position in mock hurt, landing limply to swing at the back of his calves.
"I didn't need your help. I don't ever need your help." She glared, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I have had about enough of you fighting every single thing I do. Why are you so resistant? What has you so convinced in your mind that everything that's happening here is worth starting another world war?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you!" She was fumbling over her for words as she stared into his angered and questioning expression.
"Sorry, oh mighty Pan, I didn't know your feelings were the only ones whose mattered in this situation. Fuck how I feel! Am I right?"
"I never said that, so stop putting words in my mouth. You can't force me to love you!"
"Now who's putting words in whose mouth?" He stared at her earnestly and she sighed deeply into his weight.
"I hate you so much, Trunks! You've ruined everything!" She couldn't help her hands as they wound into a ball and hit his chest hard with all the force they could muster. His body stumbled dramatically with the might of her small yet brute fists and he looked down to see all the tiny dots the houses and shrubbery formed on the horizon. If he fell from this spot it would surely do some damage.
"What did I do, Pan? What have I done besides try and show you just how perfect we are for one another?" His voice had raised and his tone was growing deeper and shakier with every word he spoke.
"You…you…you were born!" She hit his chest again and again, Trunks staggering backwards through the heavy winds of the night sky.
"Real mature, Panny."
"Stop calling me that! I'm not a baby!" She shoved and shoved, eyes nailing shut as if closing them would make Trunks disappear all together. In other words, she did indeed look like a big baby. She didn't care though and hoped that if she kept pushing, she'd ram him right into another, secret dimension.
"You sure act like it sometimes!" His hands scrambled to grab her elbows and it was hard to get a good grip with the muscles and tendons resisting against the grasp of his fingers. With what little hold he had maintained he lowered them down nonchalantly, heading towards the massive bunch of trees that didn't seem to end for miles where he was levitating. That spot seemed perfect.
When she had subsided in her temper tantrum, Pan finally realized they weren't where they had previously been.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Lowering us so you don't kill me," He spoke casually, thrilled internally that her minuscule beating had stopped momentarily.
"Like I said, you always ruin everything." She jostled his frame without thinking again. By this time, they were already breaking the natural curve between the starry atmosphere and the forest green leaves of the trees. She looked up for a split second to watch the giant moon disappear behind round leaves and jagged branches. Trunks' feet hit the dewy ground first, Pan's following strictly after. The leaves crunched in inanimate protests against their weight.
"You couldn't kill me even if you tried." He smirked, and his mood had changed all of a sudden. Now that they were on untouched soil and not suspending hundreds of feet above planted civilization, Trunks felt he could take their argument to the next level, the final level. They were seemingly safe from discovery and his confidence rocketed through the canopy of the large oaks.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together still, tails swinging wildly with anticipation behind their separate figures.
"No." She simply spoke and her head shook defensively, fighting a battle within herself, "I know what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything," His breathe was soothingly taunting on her cheeks, encasing her in a scent she couldn't recognize but that clouded her emotions greater than any aroma of cologne she had ever smelled.
"I'm leaving before this gets any more out of hand," She could feel her brain numbing from left to right, her common sense leaving with it. Her mind had also calculated that they were utterly alone. She wondered briefly if this was what the intuition of a wild animal taking over felt like. As if something had switched off their brain and they couldn't help but respond to a tempting stimulus.
As her body tensed for her blast off, her feet barely left the ground before she felt something dragging her back down by the black of her furry tail. She skidded on her side for a second, her movement finally stopping when the trunk of a small tree broke her fall.
"Are you crazy?" She screamed, leaping to her feet within seconds and running her hands over her front and back spontaneously, releasing trapped leaves. Though she thought that her mind should be clearing at the actions of the obviously inept man in front of her, the heavy cloud was picking up speed, blocking in her head what she should really be feeling.
"No," It was his turn to speak, "I'm not letting you run away from me. Not again. Not without a fight." Through the blossomed vegetation around them, the moon snuck vivid rays of light at the couple. Trunks intercepted a particularly intense beam, the serious hint spraying a spectrum of delightful menace across his solid face.
Through her Saiyan vision, she could no longer see the comforting blues of his eyes that had once greeted her so many times. In the place where his unusual irises once lived harvested the empty depths of black pupils. The change that she could physically watch taking over every ounce, even the stance of the man in front of her, she could feel inside of herself, fighting its way to her surface. No amount of mental pushing could thrust this feeling down. This was raw. This was instinct.
Her figure crouched, body already aware of what her mind was demanding before she even knew she was thinking it. Her battle position was flawless with years of practiced preparation. Though this stance was saved and rehearsed for the toughest enemies to face the galaxy and then some, she had turned its strength on the one she had once referred to as her 'best friend'.
He didn't look very hurt by her threatening posture, though she hadn't really expected that he would. Trunks simply let his smirk grow into a fully fledged grin, exhilaration clear in his sinister eyes.
"Would you like to do the honors?" He beckoned her forth with the repetitive curling of his four fingers.
"It would be my pleasure," Her face contorted from careful concentration to the folded and wrinkled lines of a warrior in mid battle cry.
The intensity of their groping had left a giant crack in the far right wall of Bra's bedroom. Where her bra-clad back had landed against the wall looked like a spot where a boulder had been forcefully tossed by a crane.
The thoughts on how to fix the mark had never even crossed their minds as their lips continued to work roughly and harmoniously and they tore her parent's house apart, piece by piece.
Along with the hum of their hormone reeked lips, the buzzing of the telephone went off for what seemed like the hundredth, infuriating time. The common ring of the house phone spread like poison through the air to their receptive ears and the noise quickly became too much to handle.
"Who do you think it is?" Bra gasped, her neck currently being assaulted mercilessly by Goten. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, their bodies swaying back and forth against one another steadily like they had done this a million times before. Though both were still partially clothed, each article of clothing was making its way off, one at a time.
"Who cares?" He spun her around, flinging her the long distance from the wall to the bed, the metal frame creaking loudly with the quick and unexpected weight. He was on top of her before the mattress even had the time to sigh out the air from her mass, pulling her thighs toughly to wrap around his waist again. She let out a squeal, teeth aching to meet his flesh. Though she wanted to get back to their rough housing, her brother's warning still echoed behind the dark blur in her mind. His words were vibrating through the fog, keeping her from reconnecting with her feverish lover.
"What if it's Gohan? You heard Trunks." She panted into his ear as his hands found their way to her tail. Her eyes shot beautiful colors as she closed them in pleasure. She felt as if she were watching her own private fireworks display, his hands sliding their way lower and lower to the base of her new appendage, the most sensitive area. He tugged it unpredictably, relentlessly, and she screeched into his ear, teeth coming to bite his earlobe and draw drops of red liquid.
"Asshole!" She shouted, pushing him to the floor aggressively and pouncing on top of him, feeling his arousal through his loose, Christmassy red boxers as she landed just in front of it. The carpet groaned under their influence as Bra attacked the bare flesh of his chest with her teeth, tongue wrestling with the goose bumped skin all around his upper torso. His tail looked like it had gone rigid beside his body as she felt his whole insides slack from his unforeseen impact with the floor.
During their spurt, the phone had silenced but now, it was starting its continuous noise for the umpteenth time.
"I'm getting it okay!" Bra snarled from deep within her throat, nothing on her body but a bra and the thin string of fabric known as a thong. She stomped down the hall noticeably from her room to one of the home's many spare bedrooms and answered the phone tautly, hoping that whoever this was, it was important.
"Pan?" The first thing she heard as the connection reached her hearing was the worried sound of her best friend's father.
"Gohan, this is Bra." She had tried to calm her voice to one that sounded like she didn't want to blow off his head right now, but that was proving difficult.
"Where is Pan? Her energy is…she grew a tail didn't she? She told me she would call!"
"I'm sure she's fine, Gohan. She's a big girl." She ignored the growls and curses Goten threw at her retreated figure.
"It's just that I know what happens around this time," At his own residence, Gohan was staring hypnotically at the heavens, feeling the effects of the flux rays through the window. It sent chills down his spine and the nub where his tail once flailed freely tingled in its region.
"I can assure you that she is perfectly fine and that she will come see you as soon as saiyanly possible." Bra sighed, tapping her foot impatiently in an erratic manner.
"Thank you, Bra. I didn't mean to bother you, you seem busy." His words were sounding sheepish to her ears and she felt bad for having an attitude with him now.
"You're welcome. Is that all?" She didn't mean to come off rude but she had her own little battle waiting just a few doors down, "And yes, I'm just a little preoccupied."
"Yes, that's it. I'll let you and Goten get back to whatever you two were doing." She recognized the mocking in his voice but chose to disregard it, all guilty feelings soon leaving.
"And remember, Gohan, she's fine. No need to panic and go find her okay?" Her tone took the air of a mother forewarning her child and she inwardly cringed, fearing that she sounded way too much like her own mother.
"I'll try, Bra-chan." Though he couldn't see it, she gave him a small, reassuring smile. He seemed sad, as if knew the consequences his silence would most definitely bring.
"Later, Gohan." And with that she returned the phone back to its hook, not waiting for him to bid farewell. Bra took the spaces between the spare and her own bedroom with unexplained speed to reunite herself quickly with her festive admirer.
Her blast cut clean through the side of an old tree, creating the shape of a crescent moon through the wood of the trunk.
Trunks' breath was heavy as he landed on his feet meager seconds after the blast had taken place, looking behind him at the damage with wide eyes.
His hair had returned to its normal lavender but the tidiness was a mess unlike Pan had ever seen before. He had come to her shirtless but his pants had quickly received the fashion of an Abercrombie model as he stood from his tiger-like formation.
Pan figured she didn't look much better, her tresses of black hair swiping across her face like a hurricane had just passed through their tiny section of woods. Trunks hadn't been able to lay a finger on her since he had used her tail as a leverage rope and her disheveled state was strictly due to the fact that she had threaded and weaved herself through branches and high grass, making her way into the deepening forest.
The game of seek and blast was intensifying and Pan had started to use the acquired strength from her tail to stay two steps ahead of her pursuer.
She threw another blast at him, more passionate than any of her last, pushing her life force further to the surface of her physical being. The light was so bright, exploding a variety of electrifying blue through the gaps of the large trees. The strength of the flare caused her to blind herself for just a split second. Within that loss of her sight, she found herself flung ruthlessly to the ground by what felt like a tank, plowing her over and landing on top of her with no troubles.
"You were good at keeping me away, but now let's see how you fair one on one." His lips were dangerously close to her left ear, nipping greedily at the lobes and causing the stimulation of the stings of bees coursing through her skin. She used her hands to push him up and roll him over to where she now straddled him on top, legs on either side of his scratched body. Her clothes were garnished carelessly with dead leaves and sticky branches but this time, she didn't dare wipe them away. She growled down at him, her head taking the plunge to kiss along his sweaty neck, pinching salty skin between her teeth graciously, almost enough to draw blood.
Her submission posed as the perfect opportunity to trick him into relaxation. His nails dug into her sides, leaving imprints of her position on top of him visible. She rocked on his lower abdomen taking a final nip at his throat before punching his cheek unsympathetically. It took him no time to react, blocking as she threw punch after slap at his hooked body. Finally he grabbed her wrists, looking into her eyes. He literally felt like he was on fire peering into her shadowy orbs. When her hands became restrained, her feet started to kick at him too, way too near to his groin, and he wrestled her off of him, shimmying from under her heat. Her hands grew bright and hot with energy as she slid on her butt away from him and let the blast continue to push her further into the thick foliage as she set it off towards his face. He flipped immediately, the attack missing him by a hair.
"Cheap shot," He snarled, rolling to the tips of his toes, body set as if he were in the front line of a football game. He moved forward with elegant speed, disappearing and flashing before her eyes so fast she didn't know where to look. Before she knew it, her back was thudding to the ground with the sound of thunder and she almost cried out with his harshness.
"My turn," Her tail was no longer sore and it took a mind of its own, wrapping around his tail as he prodded her to. They intertwined around each other as if they had been super glued together.
Both hands were wrenched above her head in his palm and the other worked massaging the curves of her hips and below her belt line. Trunks' hands eased their way up her chest, up and under her destroyed t-shirt, using a single finger to break the remaining attached pieces of cloth and expose her flat and heaving stomach. Her ribcage showed her heavy breaths deviously, and his hands roamed freely over her body like he had never been able to accomplish before. She withered under him, the fight in her leaving briefly and tension slowly releasing her to his touch. Everywhere his fingertips grazed, he could feel the muscles rest and her skin raise.
His supernatural hand surged up to grip her hair, tanned fingers mingled amongst black tangles, and he pulled her head back to surrender her collarbone fully to him. If Pan's eyes had been open, she would have been able to see every detail of every plant behind her head.
It felt like he was everywhere at once, every part of his body connecting to her somehow. Well…almost every part. Her inner thigh was being dug hardheartedly into by the excitement building quickly in Trunks' ragged jeans.
"You know, at first I was just going to let you have it," He hissed sweetly into her jut clavicle, his hand now tracing aimless shapes around the cup of her plain, black bra, "but now I'm going to make you beg for it." His fingers explored until they reached over the splitting edge to try and grab her breast from its holding place.
Pan growled, teeth long and eager, as she used his weakened concentration to pull him from on top of her and place him back on bottom, where she felt he belonged. "Ditto."
"Well I guess it's going to be a long night for the both of us."
They somersaulted as they battled each other for dominance, foliage flying without direction and twigs digging into their bare backs repeatedly with each flip.
Scrapes and bug bites assaulted the Saiyans' bodies without care. They had found themselves so deep in the woods that the moon was hardly invited through the thick roof of leaves. They were in almost absolute darkness, eyes only taking seconds to barely be able to recognize each other's faces.
Trunks and Pan landed in a position that placed Pan above him, her arms using a final push to his shoulders to keep him on the ground when he attempted to start their roll again.
He didn't let her speak before his lips came up to land on hers haughtily. Though she threatened that she wouldn't give herself up tonight, he had enough confidence to know he could get her to submit.
Though she tried to resist at first, his hands gripped the sides of her head, holder her face to his, and she slowly gave in, lips moving in a similar fashion to his.
They molded perfectly together, heads bobbing and hands holding each other laboriously. Pan's tongue licked over the inside of Trunks' lower lip, feeling his bottom fangs poking her buds. His own tongue met hers maliciously, guided her further into his mouth and then, tussling her back into her own.
His hands surged up and down her sides, over the tiny lesions on her back, and around the mounds of her breasts. A whimper escaped her throat, vibrating into his parted lips after just a few moments. That sound alone let him know he was at an advantage and his lips upturned consciously into hers.
He sat up, pulling her body to him to where she now sat promptly in his lap, her legs wrapping Indian style on either side of his torso.
Trunks' hands left her chest to play along her chilled skin, running a leisure caress down her thighs and over her bottom to the start of the clips of her bra.
She moved her lips foreignly to protest his actions, but he kissed her deeper and harder and she quieted punctually. She heard the clasps slip from one another and bit his upper lip callously in an attempt of punishment.
His hands didn't slow their stealthy moves until his fingers had slipped her bra straps right off her shoulders and the black material rested between their two crossed bodies. Their tails were still wrapped around one another, moving in a dance vertical to their bare chests and neither had stopped to watch the hypnotic motions.
As they tittered between supremacy, Trunks finally pushed Pan over to where he sprawled on top of her, moving again to place his hands in hers above her head. Their lips never parted, causing stimulation in both of the Saiyans with just the moisture in their mouths flowing between them. At this point of passionate making out, neither were worried about some measly, childish game they had been playing just minutes before, but finishing the tasks their bodies had started.
Trunks removed his lips for a second to admire Pan's body below him with colorless eyes. Above her head, their hands glowed a bright gold again, popping and crackling against the dead leaves and grass.
"You're perfect," He breathed into her ear, bare chest mesmerizing against her sweaty torso.
She stared into his eyes for just a brief second, searching through her own thoughts that had been completely taken over to see if any part of the Trunks she once knew was still there. This man on top of her looked like the Trunks she once knew, felt like the Trunks she once knew, but he definitely didn't act like the Trunks she once knew. Her mind was conflicted, battling between what she felt in her mind and what her body was commanding her to do.
Though she hated to admit it now, there was denying that she wanted him. Every part of him.
She kissed along his extended neck, not speaking a word, down to a spot on his collarbone that felt so familiar to her. When her hands struggled in his, though his proper judgment voted against it, he let her arms free. Lips still working along his shoulder, her hands worked rhythmically to undo the buckle of his belt and jeans and soon, a naked and chiseled god lay over her, waiting for her signal to let him proceed.
She nodded her head, exhaling loudly, expectantly. His hands had finished their work on her pants in the time it took her to lay her head back on the ground.
"I'm not going to do anything until you tell you me want me," He let his tongue trail along her ear, "Though I do love a challenge, I'm not going to force you to do anything." Pan wanted to roll her eyes at him. It was his fault they were in this situation in the first place, though she did play a small role in it.
"Now you're trying to have manners?" She chuckled darkly, adjusting her legs around his lower body. She had nearly positioned him perfectly to her entrance with just the small modification of their bodies and he hummed into the side of her hair with the feeling.
"I told you, you're going to have to beg for it."
"Looks like you'll give in before I do," She squirmed under him, making him suffer with how close he was to accomplishing a goal he had been looking to achieve for months.
"I have more self control than you give me," He stammered, believing that deep breaths would help his hold.
'In through my nose, out through my mouth,' He thought repeatedly and Pan looked at him quizzically, dirtied face cracking into a smile as she watched the man above her attempt to keep his composure.
He was wrong about the breathing. With the whiff of fresh air, he inhaled her aroused scent, stirring a fire in his own stimulation so deep that he almost ended their battle of restrain right then.
"Trunks," Her voice whimpered, sending a shudder through his body, "you can't tell me you don't want me." Her legs tightened around his waist, almost pulling his hips to where he entered her, inching closer to everyone's prime destination.
"No," He shook his head roughly, "you won't get me like that. I'm keeping my word."
"Okay, okay," His eyebrow cocked at her, waiting for her to continue, all the while his member taunted her unkindly, rubbing against her opened lower lips, "how about…we do it at the same time."
"I don't think that's going to work," His licked along the mounds of her breasts, playing with the pink around her nipples without rest.
"A truce!" She sighed heavily, voice barely decipherable as it mixed into a throaty moan.
"A truce?" The sounds her mouth was making were driving him on edge, his eyes rolling into the back of his head to calm him down. "Fine!"
"Say you call a truce!"
"You say it first!"
"Dammit, we'll do it at the same time!"
"Okay one, two…three!" Neither of their mouths moved.
"Seriously, Trunks!" Her head hit the ground, body slacking up from her bout of anticipation just moments before.
"You didn't say anything either!" He laughed a bit, his head falling on her shoulder as his body shook a bit from chuckling.
"Okay, okay! One, two….three!"
"Truce!" And with their war temporarily subsided, Trunks plunged into her without warning, feeling a weight lifted of his chest.
Her back arched into him, not used to have something that large penetrating her walls. Her muscles contracted and tensed against his length and she whimpered momentarily as she adjusted to him.
"Relax," His teeth were clenched, trying to halt his body from impulsively moving inside of her. She nodded her head, sighing into his forearm that was right next to her head, keeping him up right.
When she loosened slowly around him, he moved further into her and her sounds of pain quickly escalated to moans of pleasure. Back and forth he rocked above her, hitting every spot within her to make her whine like an expert.
When she shivered into him at one particular hit, he knew that's where he needed to be and continually stroked into her, going rougher and faster until she was screaming his name.
His rhythm was smooth and precise, showing her just how skilled he was. Their hips were together, her back digging further and further into the itchy grasses and crispy leaves, causing a patch around her body. Their breaths were profound, each quickly running low on air at the pace that Trunks was going.
Pan's nails that were once caressing Trunks' back dashed rigidly down his wide shoulder blades, leaving behind the red marks of scratches to mingle in with the scrapes he had gotten from their fight.
Pan felt her toes numb first, her head flying back and digging into the Earth beneath her body again. Trunks took the opportunity to kiss down her chin and toward the skin right about her throat.
His muscles flexed against her as he thrusted deeper and deeper into her body, feeling his own figure experiencing the beginning effects of an orgasm.
He flipped them to where Pan now straddled his lap, his motion somehow never slowing.
"I want you to do it," He grunted, nearly stopping his flow on the spot.
Though she was an amateur, she didn't show it. The confidence that came with the dilated pupils had taken over her usually complicated form and she obliged to his request without hesitation.
She moved gradually at first, getting a feel of the new position, but he shook his head disapprovingly at her.
"Faster", he muttered, his hair quickly becoming decorated with leaves like Pan's.
Once she had started at about the same tempo as Trunks, her head came down to connect her lips with his neck.
Her stomach lurched and knotted, his lips working cordially about her bone with her stroke. His nipping became more aggressive, fondling the area just above the tightened skin of her clavicle.
She was getting to a point now where she couldn't even utter his name because she was so focused on their beat. The pulses of their hearts were one in the same, connecting their two bodies in more ways than one.
Frustrated finally because he felt she wasn't following his directions exactly, he moved them to where he was now on top. She didn't mind that he had taken the reigns again, it was actually a sort of relief.
His stroke was rough, recurring, and she knew that the tightening of her muscles meant one thing was coming.
Two sets of erect teeth clashed against one another until Trunks sped up his moves at the last second and before she could even guess when it would happen, he stabbed his canines into her throat, drawing in sharp gasps of blood between his now red lips. He shuddered as he reached his climax inside of her but continued moving until he felt her muscles again start to tense at the feeling of his release.
Her mind shut off all together when he plunged into her spot one more zealous time. In a blur of actions, her own teeth came to sink deeply just below his Adam's apple, tasting the metallic of his blood on her tongue as she rode out her orgasm for what felt like minutes. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and through the obscurity she saw Trunks' life flash before her eyes. From when he was child fusing with Goten until just a few hours ago when they had driven to his parent's house together. His thoughts mixed and mingled with her own conscious ones and she was hearing him more clearly now than she had heard him in the living room just a short time ago.
Their movements stopped, breathes heavy and mouths laced in crimson as they recovered from the activities. He remained inside of her, loving the feel of their moisture coating him, connecting her to him through a fusion of their natural juices.
"I'm glad we came to a truce," He smiled down at her, using delicate fingers to wipe her dirty, midnight hair from around her face.
She laughed breathlessly at the double meaning behind his words, feeling surprisingly as if she could break down all walls she had built up these last months between them.
When she looked up into his perspired and slightly exhausted face, she saw his average, crystal blue she had missed gazing at just moments ago, swimming in his orbs.
A/N: Oh wow, I haven't written a lemon in years and let's face it, it wasn't very good when I did, lol. They seriously make me nervous to write because I don't want it to come off too distasteful you know? Though not a lot happened sexual wise (I'm trying to save SOME details for the rest of the story), hopefully this one is pretty good, not too amateur, and not too drawn out for your likings. Next chapter I'm more than likely writing a lemon between Bra and Goten, depending on how you like this one. Let me know what you guys think!
Oh wow! This is going to sound lame and it's not a lot, but I got more reviews last chapter than on any of my chapters EVER. I really appreciate you guys and I seriously stay up until 3 AM writing this story for you! Since I like doing review responses, I'll do another one for the thirteen people that reviewed last chapter :)
Ouran. HostClubFan2278- Thank you again and again! I'm glad you feel better after reading, it makes me feel good, no lie! :) I totally understand what you mean about the commas. I suck so badly at placing them. Either I put too many or not enough. I tried to work on it this chapter but I don't really know if you can tell, lol.
aliyvanoble14- Lol THANK YOU! Finally an answer to the question that has been burning in my mind for YEARS (I guess I could have just googled it, lol). That makes SO much sense and I totally didn't think of that. Thank you so much for the compliments and I'm glad the 'poop brown' part made you laugh! My best friend has brown eyes and that's the only words she ever uses to describe them so I thought it would sound cute in this story, lol.
Familyfriend- Your reviews are always so honest, lol. Thank you for ignoring the commas. I understand that needing them is really important sometimes though. It can throw off the flow of everything if they're not used properly. I guess I just gave Pan that moment of a mini freak out, because we always have moments when we doubt ourselves in the obvious. Thanks for reviewing! :)
Arian- Your review was soo nice! I definitely don't want to write them off and I try not to but I can't help but get super focused on what happens between Trunks and Pan. And I want to specifically thank you for saying that it didn't drag on! I read these over so much that it feels like I'm being repetitive and that it's going on forever!
Elyseexp- Lol thank you. I'm glad you like the sexy twist, I love when things get super hot between characters. Ahh, I feel like I let you down this chapter because she just kinda gave in. Awesome AWESOME AWESOME band! :) That's one more thing we have in common!
Famoso- Yes, I think you have it pretty much figured out between the two. I hope you caught the little hints I threw in there about their previous 'relationship'. Hope this chapter peaked your interest ;)
KarinKurosakiHitsugaya913- Thank you! And of course I SHOULD have made Gohan chase after them, but I figured they had enough obstacles on their hands these last 10 chapters so I gave them a break, lol.
PanHopeNvs- Yeah, I had to add some overprotective Gohan in there! No Trunks/Pan is complete without him! I got the lavender 'curlies' from you. Your story really got me thinking about what else could be lavender on him! ;P Lol. I've already told you this but I am HONORED you used naked Goten. You made me realize I gave him no justice. I figure I get soo many ideas from you (like the part about angry Trunks and Pan), so you creating one little idea was nothing! Bra is always the giddy one and so she has to be jumping up and down with practically everything she says. I know exactly what you mean about the build up, I almost left you guys off with another cliffhanger but I stopped myself. I hope you like this chapter! I seriously just read chapter 12 of Thirty Minutes! I forgot to add it in my review but thank you soo much for the recommendation! I dedicate this chapter to you! :)) (Is it weird that I dedicated the sex chapter to you? lol) Though I inspire you, I'm SURE you inspire me ten times more!
NiceNipps- xD Lmao that's great! Well, more power to you! Nice nipples are always a good thing to have. :P Thanks for reviewing!
Iamnotanobsessedfangirl- You guessed right! Thank you for the review! :)
CruelVidel- Well thank you! It's better to have an excuse as to why I'm not getting reviews than to just think it's because this sucks! Your kind words made me smile really wide! Sorry I updated kind of late, I'll try to do better. 3
rocky1980- I love cliffhangers so I had to leave you guys off with one last time! I'm glad you enjoyed this so much! Hope this chapter was everything you wanted :)
Thank you guys again for those who reviewed and if you didn't, thank you for reading anyways!
As I usually do, I apologize for all grammatical errors though you guys say I've been doing pretty good lately. I'm updating at the times that I can, which aren't even feeling fast enough for me and I'm the writer. I will try to get next chapter up within the week!
Until next time… :)