Well, this is the last update before school starts. Hope you enjoy it. :)
Chapter 9: Rain-check (The wait pt. 2)
Trunks: 19
Goten: 18
Pan:17
Bra: 16
It was the middle of the spring, the weather became increasingly warmer, and so was the blood of a few teens. Mating season was in its peak, and nothing was happening.
"This sucks, how we're grounded and all."
"Yeah, can't get any better." Trunks replied sarcastically over the phone. 'But I know something else that you can suck.' He added to himself perversely of his girlfriend.
The nineteen year old sat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Trying, but failing, to mentally picture Pan within his wildest fantasies. It had been a full three months since they had seen each other, and the grounding was beginning to take its toll.
"Wanna sneak out tonight and see a movie or something?"
'Was he serious?' Pan thought. She too sat in her room, talking. At first she would've jumped at the chance to sneak off with him. But after what happened only a few months before, no way.
*Flashback*
Pan threw on a rather large t-shirt of Trunks' as she got ready for bed. It was a blessing in disguise that she had the shirt for as long as she did, his scent had completely worn off. As she crawled into bed, a light tapping on the window was heard.
Whoever was outside had opened it. "Pan, throw on some clothes..." Trunks stopped what he was doing and got a good look at said girl. And boy, did he enjoy the view. The way she was paused crawling, with the look in her eyes, as if she were a deer caught in headlights.
Trunks slowly and quietly came through the window towards her, and the closer he came, the more he wanted. Her scent was more than intoxicating, and he needed her, all of her.
Pan jumped back quickly, hitting her head loudly on the door as Trunks let out a growl. She looked closely at his eyes in the near darkness. Dilated to the point there was hardly any blue to his eyes, not good. But that didn't matter to Pan, at least to her body. Her breathing became light pants for air, as her nose finally caught onto his scent.
The trance was broken as footsteps were heard coming down the hallway. "Pan-chan, is everything okay?" Asked her father. Opening the door to see both his daughter and Trunks in such close proximity, he remembered what would happen and kicked the Brief from his house. Triggering the current bit of grounding the two were in.
*End flashback*
"Okay, point proven. Still wanna go? I can make it worth you while." His power of persuasion was in between convincing, and annoying.
"Whatever Boxer-Boy, but we both know this won't work." Pan exhaled loudly, sitting up to think of her boyfriends proposition. It was far too dangerous to go out, because of the last time. They were too young to mate for the three spring seasons their parents kept them apart.
Trunks wasn't usually the one to push the envelope, but as of late, that's exactly what he wanted to do.
"You know whenever we're around each other, our bodies act funny." Pan said into the phone, looking out for any one near the door.
"Yeah, like how?" He asked, trying to egg her on.
By the very question, Pan's teenage mind was thrown into chaos. Her mind almost exploded with the fantasies of her and the young man in little to no clothing, in very... compromising situations. Places deep within her body churned with desire, wanting nothing more than to he pinned under his naked body, feeling him against her sweet sp- "Shit, Pan. You have to stop." He growled huskily. His breathing jagged as he added, "I need to go."
Pan tried with much difficulty to control herself as she asked where he was going.
"To take a cold shower, which wouldn't be a bad idea for yourself." He answered curtly before hanging up on the Son girl. Though she was no longer a girl, that he knew for sure. Over the past few years, the onyx haired beauty had let her hair grow out. She had begun to dress more and more like a woman, clothing just tight enough to show off her perfectly shaped body. Her perfectly round butt, as well as her abundant bust and curves, without looking grotesque.
While Trunks "showered" away his frustrations, Pan continued to daydream on the floor of her bedroom. The fantasies grew increasingly erotic over time. Each one leaving her more hot, bothered and unsatisfied than the last. Her dark bangs covered her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
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Back over at Capsule Corp, things in Trunks' mind weren't so good. 'I feel so deprived.' He thought through grit teeth.
His mind could only dream of what he could do to Pan. But they were derailed by Vegeta knocking on the door.
He crossed his arms, looking at his distressed son. The nineteen year old lay on his bed, eyes tightly shut and breathing shallow. His hands gripping the comforter, pulling it tautly to the point the stitching snapped.
The older Saiyan just laughed at him, though on the inside, he was impressed by how long Trunks had been able to hold out. "You may want to take care of that... problem of yours." Vegeta laughed, bordering hysterics.
Apparently, in all of the fantasising, his... problem arose again, if one would phrase it as such.
"Shut up." Trunks groaned, trying still to breathe normally. "Its all Pan's fault anyway. Her brain is sending me things I dare not mention out loud."
His father chuckled, "good luck with that." as he again disappeared within the walls of the dome-like home.
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Two rings of the phone, and then, "Son residence, Goten speaking." The semi-cheerful voice of the eighteen year old rang through the line.
"Where's that idiot father of yours?" The gruff voice sounded back.
A sigh before a response. "Hello Vegeta. He's not around, what's the problem?"
'Just my damn luck.' "Tell your sister to get a grip on her thoughts." He shot back before hanging up the phone.
'How odd.' Thought Goten as he set the phone back. He then jogged upstairs to relay the message to his younger sister. But as he entered her bedroom, the teen was nowhere to be found. With quick thinking, Goten did a ki sweep to find Pan in the bathroom down the hall. "Vegeta said and I quote, 'tell your sister to get a grip on her thoughts.'"
But that was just it... she couldn't. Her body and mind were out of control. She herself could not sate the sexual hunger that surged through her veins. "Fine." She panted back, trying to speak normally. Her petite body shook under enormous strain. She was so close, one more thought could send her over the edge in a crashing spiral.
In the very same moment, in two very different atmospheres, a crash occurred. The mental walls finally caved, leaving the two demi-Saiyans to catch their breaths, cursing the other for bringing them over the edge.
Dinner at the Son's went like usual, but since it was Saturday Gohan, Videl and little Takara came over to eat. ChiChi had been cooking all afternoon for this, with Gotens help.
Pan looked at her three and a half year old niece with a smile. Her dark eyes mimicked that of her fathers. But more childlike, innocent. Not that of someone who had seen the truly hellish side of the universe. Pan thought that's what Gohan wanted for his little girl. But in all actuality, little Son Takara was almost exactly like her mother. From her looks, all the way to her stubbornness, independence, and willingness to give others a run for their money.
"I'm finished, may I be excused from the table?" Pan asked, putting her fork and knife down.
ChiChi stopped eating and stared at her daughter. "What do you mean?" She asked. "You've only had one plate." Turning to Goten she hissed, "will you eat like a civilized man for once?"
While mother and son quarreled over proper dinner time habits, Goku gained Pan's attention. A nod of his head was a ticket to leave. The commotion of the room grew greater, now that Gohan joined into the argument. Nobody knew Goku said, "just be careful."
The onyx haired teen all but ran from the dining room and up to her small bedroom. The door to the closet opened up as clothes seemed to explode. 'Guess tomorrows laundry day.'
Conveniently there was only one -small- section, still hung neatly upon the hangers. Clothes Pan wouldn't be caught dead one year before.
She wanted to give Trunks a heart attack to say the least. Dressing up and packing her bag, she had another... thought. No, not one of those per se, but just a thought.
Throwing a pair of heels in her bag, she slipped on a pair of flats, and leaped out of the second story window. After being in air for a few minuets, she pulled out her phone a dialed the only number she knew by heart.
"Who's this?" Trunks asked, crunching on a potato chip.
Smiling into the phone, Pan asked, "so boxer boy, where are we going tonight?"
'Damn, I gotta get ready.' Trunks thought. After the situation earlier that day, he wasn't too clear with the time of the day.
"I'll be ready in a few. U-uh, meet me out by the school." He stumbled.
"Okay. Just don't have a heart attack." She giggled, hanging up the phone.
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Clothes strewn across the entirety of the room, and Trunks out of the shower, he wiped the condensation from the mirror. 'What am I getting myself into?' Questioning silently to himself.
Trunks made sure to clean the room, provide "cover", and lock the window on the outside. Something that was a recent project of his.
xXxXxXx
Landing in front of the school in which he had recently graduated, he called out for Pan. "Where'd you go?"
It was there, under the streetlight, he saw her. Pan stood there looking like a Queen, no, more like a Godess. Some say it was from a scene from a cheesy romance movie, but it was true. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a silk cloth. Wearing a very tight black dress, accentuating every curve, and stopping mid thigh. Topped by a pair of four inch, blood red heels.
Truly a mouthwatering sight for Trunks. "Kami help me." He whispered. Adjusting his black t-shirt, he walked towards her. "I look under dressed." He laughed, causing Pan to as well.
"We can't get to close," she whispered as he attempted to hug her. "I don't trust myself." All he wanted to say was 'to hell with it. Maybe being close on our date is a good thing.'
The two walked for a while before Trunks asked where she wanted to go. "Anywhere you want." She answered.
'If it were up to me, we'd be in my roo-' he stopped to see Pan behind him blushing crimson and breathing heavy. The young lavender haired man walked closer and closer to his girlfriend, well aware of the "danger zone".
"Trunks, stop." Pan said between pants for air. They were bathing under the streetlights. But he didn't stop, soon they were nose to nose as she started to shake. Her mouth opening and closing, hot breath tickling his lips. And then it happened, he kissed her.
Sparks flying was one way to say it. At first it was slow, tender and tantalizing. One more than willing to test the others limits. Pan bit his lip, earning her a low growl.
Things started to heat up as their tongues met, dancing an ancient dance. Hunger began to rise in the two demi-Saiyans, and not of the food kind. "Pan," he growled, nipping at her jaw. "I think its time to leave."
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Unlocking his window, and slipping her inside, he made sure his plan went without a hitch. There was always the chance they would end up back in his room, so a plan was absolutely needed.
Trunks scent was everywhere, musky and one-hundred percent male. It was single-handedly the most intoxicating thing Pan had ever smelled. And she wanted more, and more of Trunks.
Clicking the small button near his door for soundproofing, he turned back and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Kissing every inch of her exposed neck, Trunks felt so alive, her scent sending a multitude of shivers down his spine, and he loved every minute of it.
"Trunks." She moaned. Her hands roamed up and down his clothed chest. Their mouths met crashing, fast, passionately and hungry. Pulling away without a breath, Trunks shred his shirt, leaving Pan gawking.
It wasn't as if she'd never seen him shirtless before, but at that moment, it was different. It was as if ever wet dream was coming true. This was actually happening; they were going for it.
Slamming her into the wall, Trunks hoisted Pan's petite frame and grabbed her ass. She moaned loudly in surprise. "Take it off." He whispered, licking the shell of her ear. The heat of their bodies was making it unbearably hot, just the way they liked it.
'I can't just give myself to him. He's gonna have to work me for it.' She thought kissing him, as well as grinding her most intimate part to his, making her moan. She too had the feeling they wouldn't be out for long, so the occasion called for little to nothing underneath... but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"How exactly should I work you?" Seduction oozed from his voice. Every lick, kiss and touch made them harder and wetter than before. She pushed herself off from the wall in urgency, surprising him. Though that wasn't the goal, it was a start. She pushed him back, making him sit at the edge of the bed.
Pan walked slowly and sensually toward him, straddling his hips, careful not to touch the ever growing bulge in his pants. Her fingers made there way into his hair, as her hot breath tickled at his lips. "I'm going to make this slow, and utterly painful." She whispered.
Though that's what she said, Pan was growing really needy, and he knew it. His ever wandering hands went up and down her frame, finally settling on her hips, slamming her down onto him. The lacy black dress hiked up dangerously as Trunks guided her hips to grind against his.
Moans and groans spilled from their lips as the grinding gradually sped up. "Fuck." Trunks cursed under his breath. "If you don't take this dress off, I'll rip it clean off."
Pan backed off of him nervously, turning around so he had a view of her back, and reached for the zipper. She slowly brought it down as the dress loosened, and eventually dropped to the ground, revealing lace, and more lace.
He licked his suddenly dry lips, taking in the sight. Ample bust, trapped in a red and black lacy contraption. Her flat, toned stomach flaring to her perfect hips, and round ass. The tiny bit covering her intimate area left little to Trunks' lust filled imagination. She came back to where he sat to continue the tease, but was flipped over before she could do so.
She met him halfway into a heated kiss as she undid his pants. Things started to move faster as he had taken them off, throwing the completely across the room. Pan grabbed the waistband of his boxers, attempting to pull them down before. "Ah!" He pinned her hands above her head, telling her not to speak, nor touch.
"Strip, Panna." Desire evident in his voice. His blue eyes darkened as she pouted jokingly,
"my love, having trouble with a clasp?"
He let go of one hand to undo her bra, and throw it away. He leaned in close, "no, I just didn't want to rip it off, I want to see it again another time." He began to devour down her neck and breasts as she pulled down his boxers, and shakily grabbed his hardened member. He became harder as she slowly stroked him up and down, trying and failing to hold down a moan.
He looped his thumbs around the sides of her skimpy panties, and removed them, taking every bit of self control with it. He palmed his hand across her wetness, pleased to know she was ready. She hissed in pleasure, trying to breathe before...
"Trunks, be ca-aah!" She screamed, tears began to form from the corners of her eyes as her fingernails marred his back. He pushed only a little bit further before he paused. A barrier, she was a virgin?
"I'm so sorry Panna." He whispered, as he bent to kiss her deeply. He continued slowly passed her hymn as she adjusted to his massive size. After a minute or two, she bucked her hips, and the games begun.
'She's so damn tight.' Trunks thought as he shifted deeply within her. The minutes passed as grunts and quiet moans grew louder. The demand to go harder and faster rang, though ignored as he continued with the agonizing slower pace, purposely teasing her.
"Stop teasing," she huffed, "and just fuck me." Though that's all he wanted to do, he was going to pay her back.
"No." He mumbled against her lips. Her hands still pinned above her head.
"Then don't stop, please don't stop." A feeling in the pit of her stomach began to grow, like a cup that could overflow any second. And it drove her wild. She screamed in immense please as she felt her sweet spot being hit. "Right there!"
That was what set Trunks off, pounding into her repeatedly, harder and faster than before. His breathing became shallow as the tempo faltered. Holding her hand in his, he squeezed it tightly as Pan's body began to stiffen like a violin string. Everything began to collapse, bringing the two lovers completely over the edge with a scream.
By instinct, Trunks bit into Pan's neck, bringing her to climax once again.
It felt like she was going to explode, so many emotions and thoughts ran through her as she bit into his neck, completing the bond.
They finally collapsed onto the bed as he pulled out, pulling her into his embrace. "How did you know what I was thinking a while ago?" She whispered.
"I don't know." He replied, "maybe its got something to do with your visions."
She smiled, "let's not worry about that right now." She kissed his forehead and nuzzled into him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Panna." He yawned, falling into a deep sleep.
Well, how was it? I wanted to give you all a chapter of just T/P, because this is their story, not just an OC's lol. It'll pick back up, I promise. :)