Twenty Nine- Mistletoe
"Your mom really gets into this," Pan looked at Trunks.
"You have no idea," he mumbled beside her.
The two Saiyans sat in the Briefs' kitchen, watching Bulma throw Christmas decorations all over the place. Vegeta sat down with a huff as he started to stuff his face with food. He hated this holiday because of how crazy his wife got. Bulma clasped her hands together as she looked around the room happily. The Son's as well as most of the Z-Fighters were already at the household. Sparta ran around happily as he scouted for any fallen food- mostly by a little Rin Son.
Trunks leaned over, whispering in Pan's ear. "Wanna ditch and go to my apartment?" Pan smiled as shivers ran up her spine. Leave to Trunks to ask something like that... Teasing her was something he loved to do. Bulma spoke up before she could answer.
"Remember guys, if you get caught under a mistletoe you have to kiss someone! I programmed all of them that way! You'll be trapped under them until you kiss someone, and there are a ton of them!"
"Bulma," groaned many.
Trunks looked down at Pan, winking. He would make it his personal goal to catch her under a mistletoe.
Pan let out a light laugh. "Try all your might Boxer Boy, you're not going to get me under one."
"Oh yes, I will," he told her as she got up to get dressed.
"Someone is whipped," teased Yamacha with a snicker.
"Says the man who hasn't been laid since before I was born," Trunks retorted coolly.
Vegeta choked on his coffee as it spit out of his mouth and across the table. Loud laughter escaped his mouth as Yamacha's face paled in color. Everyone else was trying their best to not laugh, but Vegeta was letting it all out... Everyone was quite as the Saiyan calmed himself as he still snickered lightly.
He looked at Trunks and gave him a thumb up, "I'm so proud!"
The father and son shared an identical smirk and Bulma did a fake gagging noise. "I'm going to be sick."
A while later Trunks could hear Pan's soft footsteps coming down the stairs. He smirked and he was standing right out of her reach. There was a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above the stairs and right when Pan would get stuck, he would jump out. Trunks turned, but it wasn't Pan in the trap, it was Gohan! Pan let out a light laugh as she went around her brother and winked at Trunks. He followed her with his eyes dully.
"Videl! Come get me out of this!" Gohan called out.
Videl walked up towards him as he laughed lightly. "Bulma's first victim," she wrapped her arms around his waist. Gohan chuckled lightly before lowering his head and capturing his wife's lips.
Later on the younger Son brother had to rescue his damsel. "I'm really not liking these mistletoes Momma!" Bulla hissed at the laughing Bulma.
"Hey, do you think I could eat those?" Goten looked at the mistletoe above his girlfriend.
"Oh Goten!" Bulla sighed, grabbing his shirt and kissing him.
The day was passing, and Trunks had failed to catch Pan every time! He once caught his father, who blasted the mistletoe and received a scolding from Bulma. To shut her up, he kissed her and told her to stop harping about stupid little plants. The woman still wasn't happy about the hole in the ceiling, but she did stop talking.
Goku had gotten caught in one and ChiChi didn't seem to notice it. He surprised her by grabbing her around the waist and kissing her. ChiChi didn't know her husband could be that sweet, but she liked it a lot.
The day was starting to come to an end, and Trunks sat in the living room sulking and muttering curses. "Stupid mistletoe, what a dumb plant. Who cares! She's my girlfriend; I'll kiss her whenever I want!" He went to jump up when something stopped him and caused him to fall back in the recliner.
He heard Pan's bell-like laugh and she appeared beside the chair. She looked up and Trunks, and he followed her gaze to see a mistletoe.
He looked at her with shock in his eyes, "Well played, Panna."
"I had to be so careful today... Honestly, I would have been caught in your traps multiple times if it wasn't for Bulla and Bulma helping me." She sat on the arm chair and smiled. "I have to say, it's nice catching you once in a while."
Trunks smiled. "Feels nice."
Pan moved her face closer to his before kissing him softly. Trunks' tongue tickled her bottom lip before she opened it to give him entry. His hands found her hips and he helped her as she climbed onto his lap. Pan wrapped her right arm around his neck loosely as her left hand ran through his hair.
Trunks moved his right hand up and grabbed a handful of her hair as he tugged on it lightly. His left hand started moving up her shirt wanting to feel her breasts. Pan pressed herself against him all she could as she let out a light moan of content.
Someone cleared their throat and Pan blushed red as she looked down to avoid seeing who it was. Trunks looked up, raising an eyebrow. He had forgotten all about Yamacha, Krillin, and Roshii being in the room with him. He smirked at the three men and Roshii's glasses were getting foggy as he stared at them with his mouth open and drooling.
"Sorry gentleman," he said standing up quickly with Pan in his arms bridal style. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck tightly. "I forgot that you were in the room... I'm sure you fellas know how carried away it can get," he teased towards the three. Pan blushed even more. "Anyways, we will take this somewhere else," he said with a wink before rushing off with Pan still in his arms.
"Do you think he'll let me watch?" Roshii started to stand up.
"Get back here!" Krillin hissed, tugging on his shirt.
Trunks raced up to the bedroom he used when he stayed over and laid Pan on the bed softly. He was still firmly set on waiting until she was eighteen, but he wanted to taste her lips to satisfy his growing need. Pan smiled up at him, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing it close to her face.
"I love you," she whispered.
Trunks nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "I love you. Three more months and all of you will be mine."
"I can't wait," Pan said, already feeling jittery.
"You already are in a way, I just haven't marked you yet," Trunks said softly. In a way, he was talking to himself as he held onto Pan tighter. "He's not going to get you Pan. He's not going to take you away from me! You're mine!" he growled before imprisoning her lips.
Pan had seen Trunks get a bit possessive, but never this far. It scared her and excited her all at once. She knew he wouldn't harm her, yet he was shaking as he kissed her passionately. She proped one of her knees up as he fell inbetween her legs. He had done so much for her, and now she wanted to do something for him. She knew he wouldn't take her until she was eighteen, but she knew he was hurting... She wanted to give him pleasure.
Quickly, Pan turned them to where Trunks was on his back. He looked at Pan with confused eyes when she pulled away from the kiss. She moved her hands up and down his toned chest. She smiled up at him as she leaned on him.
"Let me please you," she whispered.
Trunks wrapped an arm around Pan's torso and pulled her close as he burried his nose in her hair. He took a big inhale and smiled as he thought that she always smelled like some kind of fruit. Pan had her forehead resting on his chest as she entangled their legs. She let out a sigh of contentment as she started tracing Trunks' chest.
There was a loud knock on his door and neither of them responded. The knocking became louder until Trunks grew annoyed.
"Go away!" he yelled.
Still, the knocking became louder and louder almost as if someone was trying to beat his door down. Trunks got up off the bed as Pan sat up and rubbed her eyes.
The knocking stopped right before Trunks opened the door and when he opened it, a bucket of water poured all over him. From her spot on the bed Pan started laughing hysterically as Trunks hissed.
"GOTEN! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR HEART OUT!"
"I suggest running," Bulla told her boyfriend who just appeared beside her.
Goten's eyes widened. "I was trying to get Pan!" he said before disappearing away.
Trunks was still glowering when Pan walked up behind him," hugging him. "You need to go take a shower." Trunks started to protest but Pan cut him off. "No buts. Now go, I'll get us some coffee."
"Fine, but if you see your brother down there- kill him for me."
Pan laughed lightly as he kissed her temple. "If he's still down there. He's probably already gone."
Pan walked into the kitchen and saw Bulla already drinking some coffee. "He's gone isn't he?" asked Pan.
Bulla smiled into her cup. "Of course he is."
Pan shrugged. "I'll let Trunks deal with him later then."
Bulla laughed. "Sometimes I feel as if we're dating little kids."
"Trust me, it doesn't change," Videl walked into the room. Pan and Bulla burst out in laughter as the older woman smiled. "Boys will be boys."
"And this is when you show them that we women really do have some power over them," ChiChi said walking into the room.
"These boys are strong, but we all know that they're more afraid of us when we're angry then a villain," Bulma said not far behind ChiChi.
"It's those darn skillets," Pan grinned. "You two would have made terrifying Saiyans," she told the two oldest women.
"Kami help Goku and Vegeta if that would be the case," commented Videl causing all the women to laugh.
