*pokes head out from behind rock* Hiiiiiiiii…
I know, I know, it's been years. I'm not gonna bore y'all with excuses. I only recently made the decision to go back and at least try to finish my incomplete DBZ fics. The original game plan was to smash out the rest of this fic in one really long shot, but I didn't want to overwhelm you guys, provided y'all are still interested, so… instead, I'm gonna divvy it up into… well, I'm not sure how many shots because there are quite a few things I want to cover before I mark this fic complete so… we'll see. There are already a million and one epilogues and mini epilogues so we'll call these timestamps and leave it at that.
This one in particular picks up in the midst of TxP's honeymoon. Lemons and fluff galore. Without further ado, Trunks and Pan's honeymoon. Enjoy the read, and I sincerely apologize for the wait.
One last thing, we'll be moving to Third Person POV from here on out. That's it from me.
My Playlist: "Dissolve" by Absofacto, "Hello (Live)" by Beyoncé, "Can't Help Falling In Love (Live At Daytrotter)" by Ingrid Michaelson, "Off My Mind" by Radio Company, "Love Me Right" by Amber Mark, "The End of All Things" by Panic! At the Disco, "Call Your Name (Gv)" by Hiroyuki Sawano, "Tear In My Heart" by twenty one pilots, "Dancing with a Stranger (Acoustic)" by Sam Smith & Normani, "I Love You Baby" by Pop Talk, and "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5.
September-October Age 803 (6 wks. from the wedding to them coming home w/ flashbacks)
Summary: ***see title***
No POV
Trunks groaned into his pillow as a pair of small cold feet pressed eagerly against his thighs, shooting a sleepy scowl over his shoulder at the culprit, his new wife. Pan snickered mischievously and wriggled her toes against his legs, waggling her brows like a vaudeville villain.
"Why're you still up, Panny?" The saiyan Prince grumbled, voice rough with sleep, "and why are your feet so damn cold?"
"I haven't been up long," she whispered conspiratorially, as if they had company on the ship in the midst of their honeymoon voyage, "maybe half an hour." Her stomach grumbled loudly, revealing the true reason behind her wakefulness, "the baby is hungry."
"'The baby', huh?" Trunks rolled over, dislodging the ice cubes Pan called feet, and drew her into his embrace, "you sure it's just the baby, Mrs. Briefs?"
A pink flush rushed to Pan's cheeks at the sound of her married name, but she was quick to correct her husband, "actually it's Doctor Briefs, hon." She leaned in to peck him on the lips affectionately, "until the end of time."
"And long after that." Trunks was quick to deepen the kiss, gently guiding his wife onto her back as her hands slid over his shoulders, along his neck and up into his hair. Pan pulled back after a moment for air, and Trunks began to kiss and nip along the curve of her throat.
There was no real heat in the saiyan Prince's actions, nor was there in Pan's response. They were in the last few days of their space voyage, having spent the rest of their time making love and exploring planets both old and new. The heady passion of the newlywed phase seemed to have mostly run its course, at least in the carnal sense. The newly wedded couple were still very physically affectionate.
Pan's stomach gave another loud rumble, bringing the kissing and tussling to a close. Trunks shuffled down his wife's naked body, careful to keep his weight off of her, until his head was level with her middle. The quarter saiyan peered down her front at him curiously.
Trunks leaned down and nuzzled the firm swell of flesh that housed their unborn child, snickering when the tiny ki began to flutter in time with the baby's movements. Pan sighed in mock-irritation, though her eyes glowed with fondness as she watched her husband interact with their baby.
At this point in the pregnancy, Pan's firm abdominal muscles were all but nonexistent, having given way to the budding new life she housed. Over the past month, she'd softened further in other places, such as her face, arms, and thighs, and nausea, previously absent, had begun to set in. The pregnancy glow was ever-present though, if you asked Trunks, he'd say it'd only grown in intensity.
Pan's stomach rumbled a third time, and Trunks leaned back a bit to frown at her baby bump, "alright, alright, I'm gonna feed you and your hungry Mama in just a second, gum drop. Hold your horses."
The saiyan Prince climbed fluidly off the bed, blissfully nude, and padded across the cool metal floor to grab a pair of boxers to put on. Pan watched him closely, appreciative of the way his muscles coiled and released with each effortlessly graceful movement. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and she clutched the bedsheets to her chest as her husband retrieved some boxers and stepped into them.
Trunks glanced over his shoulder coyly, having sensed his wife's gaze, and smirked, "c'mon, Panny," he grabbed a silk robe, black with pale orange hibiscus blossoms all over, from a hook on the wall and returned to the bed, "let's get some food in you."
|*S*S*S*S*|
Pan settled in at the breakfast nook, a new addition to their old ship, robe tied loosely at her waist as she watched Trunks work the range. Her cooking lessons had paid off most handsomely, and now there wasn't much that Trunks couldn't do in the kitchen without her help. Despite his previous worries, he'd been an amazing student and soaked up everything she showed him like a sponge.
"Just a little bit longer," Trunks murmured, sliding another few omelets onto a platter already laden with well over a dozen of them, "I'm waiting on the home fries to finish browning. I know you like them nice and crispy on the outside."
"I'm not gonna starve." Pan chided gently, watching him work over the rim of her teacup. She'd been having a little trouble with heartburn and acid reflux since she passed the four month mark and, as a result, she could only drink water, tea, and certain fruit juices.
The quarter saiyan hummed a soft tune under her breath, circling the rim of her teacup with the tip of her fingernail. The sizzle of the potatoes on the range, the heady scent of the spices, and the feel of her husband's cheery ki and their child's tiny but growing ki were a soothing backdrop.
They'd gone on trips like this, just the two of them, in the past but this was different. For one, it was their honeymoon and two, it was their first time venturing out into space since the Grand Tour. No Grampa Goku, no Giru, no urgency to search the galaxy high and low for dragon balls before the year was out… no, it was just the two of them, and the baby, floating along at their own leisure. The bliss was unprecedented.
Not that there hadn't been any hiccups along the way. Minor hiccups, but hiccups nonetheless…
They'd happened upon a new planet, one they hadn't ventured upon before. From space, the planet looked like a glistening sphere of purplish-blue-white crystal. Pan was eager to see what it looked like planet side, so Trunks decided to land the ship at the behest of his new wife.
Icy air whipped into the ship as Trunks lowered the ramp, sending a shiver through Pan's frame. She flared her ki just a bit to warm herself before her husband attacked her with a parka like he had on the last ice planet they'd stopped on.
As soon as the quarter saiyan took a step to head down the ramp, intent on surveying the world, Trunks appeared in front of her, dressed for the weather, with her orange parka in his hands. Pan sighed as if terribly put upon and turned around, spreading her arms so he could help her slide into it.
"Don't be difficult," Trunks chided warmly, "I'm just trying to keep you and our baby nice and warm."
"I could've done that with my ki," Pan huffed, drawing the coat closed and zipping it up, "you're so overprotective, babe."
"My instincts are all out of whack now that you're pregnant," the saiyan royal huffed, gently pulling a grey beanie down over his wife's ears, "if anything, this is the baby's fault. You know you're not supposed to be using your ki–"
"Yes, yes, I know," Pan pushed the hat up, as Trunks had inadvertently pulled it down over her eyes, "I know."
Vegeta had imparted some knowledge to the couple privately before they left on their honeymoon in regards to the pregnancy.
Saiyan women used birthing pods in lieu of actually carrying their young due to the extreme vulnerability of not having full access to their ki during pregnancy. The bulk of the woman's ki would form a protective shell of sorts around the womb, keeping the child safe from most, if not all perils. It fell on her mate to keep her and the child safe for the duration of the pregnancy. The phenomenon was one of the few things that the proud warrior race hadn't been able to evolve from on their own, so they evolved in a different manner by utilizing birthing pods.
The phenomena hadn't been an issue when Bra had been pregnant with Aya since she didn't train, but Pan, on the other hand, would experience a substantial difference in her ki as time went on.
"Using my ki to warm myself isn't exactly dangerous to me or the baby," Pan murmured, fishing a pair of black gloves out of one of the parka's pockets, "your dad said I should be fine so long as I don't do anything too strenuous."
Trunks gently turned Pan around so she was facing him and leaned in to kiss her on the lips, soft and lingering. She smiled into the kiss and reached up to cup his face, gently stroking her thumbs over the well-defined jut of his cheekbones.
"Babe," she whispered, swirls of vapor slipping from between her lips and rising into the chilly air, "I know your instincts are all whacked out, but I need you, and your saiyan instincts, to understand me when I say I won't do anything to endanger myself or the baby. Being powerless is gonna suck, I'm not gonna lie, but it's not like there's some big threat on the horizon. Things have been peaceful since the Omega Shenron bullshit."
"I know you won't," Trunks breathed, his lips hovering barely an inch from hers, "well… shall we?" he waved a hand towards the snowy, icy expanse of land laid out before them.
"We shall." Pan grabbed his hand and led the way down the gangplank, eyes bright with eagerness to explore the new world.
|*S*S*S*S*|
"I sense a cluster of power levels on the other side of the planet, some of them are pretty high but nothing compared to us." Trunks murmured as they trudged through the snow, admiring the towering crystalline structures that jutted up from the snowy landscape like elegant fingers.
The light of two nearby blue super giant stars caused the crystal to cast blue and purple reflexes, which explained the view from space.
"So this half of the planet's uninhabited?" Pan inquired, spreading her own senses out, "wonder why?"
"Probably because we've been walking for miles and I've yet to see a source of water, land capable of growing crops, or animals that could be hunted for sustenance," the saiyan Prince replied, "I think something happened; some kind of global catastrophe that forced them to the other side of the planet. It might've even caused the crystal to form, because," he carefully chipped a piece of crystal off and passed it to his wife, "that's not ice."
Pan pursed her lips in thought, pocketing the crystal as a souvenir. She pulled a packet of jerky from her other coat pocket and plucked a piece from the bag to pop in her mouth. She chewed slowly and methodically, pointedly ignoring the amused look her husband was sending her way.
"Maybe we should move to the other side, then," Pan mumbled through her mouthful of half-chewed jerky, "see if your theory stands."
"You sure?" Trunks asked jauntily, "you were pretty enraptured by the pretty crystals…"
"… Maybe we can harvest some and capsulate it," the quarter saiyan conceded, popping another piece of jerky into her mouth, "it'd make a great souvenir for Bra and I bet your mom would want a sample to study." A wave of inspiration washed over her, and she smiled, "we could use it and some of the other weird geological stuff we've picked up from other planets to make a mobile to hang in the baby's room."
Trunks frowned, considering it, "isn't that a safety hazard?"
"Most mobiles are," Pan shrugged, still smiling brightly, "our baby would just have a really bad ass one."
The saiyan royal chuckled softly and pecked Pan on the cheek before placing two dino capsules in her hands, "I'm gonna knock a couple of these bigger crystals down, break 'em up, and then we'll go."
"Sounds like a plan."
|*S*S*S*S*|
The planet was lush with flora and fauna on the opposite side, all of it pale bluish-purple in color. From space, it was impossible to tell the two hemispheres apart, what with the similar coloration.
The only real spot of color were these odd blossoms in a shade of indigo so rich, they almost looked black. The petals were glossy, naturally so, and they resembled moss roses in physical appearance but the scent they gave off was like a combination of sandalwood and juniper berries.
Pan leaned down to sniff one of the blossoms, humming appreciatively at the scent. Trunks plucked one of the indigo flowers and gently tucked it behind his wife's ear, smiling when her cheeks flushed a bright red.
"C'mon," Trunks offered a hand, "we'll hike for a little bit, see if we can find a place to set up camp for the night."
Pan ignored the hand, instead tucking herself close to his side with a content sigh. The lavender haired demi saiyan chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. The couple meandered aimlessly into the trees, content to carry on at a leisurely pace.
Later on in the day, the planet seemed to have a higher amount of daylight hours than Earth, Trunks found an uninhabited cave overlooking a mostly barren valley. The strangely beautiful white-blue foliage didn't grow there. There was a small structure down at the bottom of the valley that vaguely resembled a military base, but the power levels coming from within didn't pose a threat.
The cave was big enough to for the ship to fit, so Trunks uncapsulated it in lieu of a capsule house for them to spend the night in. The couple had a romantic picnic dinner near the mouth of the cave, under the slowly darkening lavender sky as the second blue giant star began to set.
"Head in and shower," Trunks murmured, helping Pan to her feet, "I'll clean this up and be in right behind you."
Pan smiled coyly and kissed him tenderly on the lips, "or I can help clean up and then we'll save some water." She waggled her brows salaciously, "up to you, husband."
"Can't say no to saving water."
|*S*S*S*S*|
A resounding bang dragged the couple of a dead sleep, and they had only moments to get their bearings before the pounding of boots began to fill their ship. Trunks growled as he slipped into a pair of discarded boxers and told Pan to stay put while he handled whoever the hell was stupid enough to break into their ship.
Pan snickered at her overprotective husband and, despite being unaccustomed to staying out of conflict, stayed in the bed while the saiyan heir descended into the lower recesses of the ship.
Trunks stepped off of the ladder leading up to the bedroom and followed the ki signatures he sensed to the kitchen, where he found about ten or so aliens ransacking the place. All of them were dressed in old Planet Trade Federation armor, which was off-putting to see considering how long it'd been since Frieza bit the big one.
The Prince cleared his throat pointedly and loudly, bringing all the chaos to a grinding halt. All eyes flicked to the bare chested demi saiyan who stood in the doorway to the galley, arms crossed over his expansive chest in a manner reminiscent of his father.
"Any particular reason why you decided to bust into my ship?"
"This planet is under the jurisdiction of the Planet Trade Federation," one purple humanoid barked, "you are trespassing!" All of them dropped into various fighting stances.
Trunks fought the urge to roll his eyes. Their ki signatures combined were absolutely pitiful, but what the hell… he wouldn't say no to a light workout.
"We're trespassing, huh," he rumbled, shifting into his own stance, "you woke me and my wife out of a really good sleep and messed up the kitchen. Don't worry, I'll make it quick."
Pan, having had enough of sitting idle, got out of bed and put on her robe. As she made her way over to the ladder, she heard Trunks cry out a sharp kiai and felt his ki rise sharply. There was a flash of yellow light from down below, and then the other weaker ki's she'd sensed vanished.
After a few moments of silence, Trunks appeared at the foot of the ladder and looked up at her, "turns out we're trespassing, love."
"Is it safe to come down?" she inquired, "and what the hell do you mean trespassing?"
"The little base we saw earlier is occupied by the PTF, leftover men from Frieza's heyday," the demi saiyan explained, "they came up here and broke into the ship because we were 'trespassing' or whatever. I handled it."
"We're trespassing?" Pan rolled her eyes, "what do they think they did when they took over the planet?" she shuffled her way down the ladder, "what'd they break?"
"The kitchen," Trunks grimaced, "we're gonna have to restock on food. They didn't dump all of it, but they managed to get to a decent chunk before I stepped in. Also," he pursed his lips, "I think we, well I should take out their base. Better to be safe than sorry, y'know?"
Pan snickered, "this is the best honeymoon ever," and shuffled her way down the ladder, "I think we should take it out, too. Nope," she pressed her finger against her mate's lips, "I'm not about to sit out on this one. I'll be good though," she soothed, "you can take the lead."
"Okay…" Trunks looked mutinous at the thought of allowing her to participate, "no going super saiyan, though." He snorted when she began to pout at him and kissed her forehead, "think of the baby."
"I have an idea."
"Panny…"
"It'll be great, chill your tits."
|*S*S*S*S*|
"Hey, Kraven," Ogden frowned at the video feed from the front gate and turned to look at his partner, "come take a look at this." The blue humanoid pushed away from the desk to allow the orange alien space to see the screen.
"What in the world…"
A dark haired human female was dancing wildly in front of the cameras, shimmying her hips, pumping her fists, and pirouetting with her hands in the air. As she repeated the actions over and over, Ogden hit the switch for the audio, and her cheerful voice filled the space with odd sing-song words.
"Bon Para Para! Oom Pa Pa!"
The two PTF officers shared a confused look and Ogden reached over to hit the intercom button, "there's a very disturbed human female at the front gate. Anyone is welcome to take care of the issue." He pressed a second button to send the video feed throughout the base.
To his surprise, most if not all of the remaining men in the base made their way to the front entrance. Kraven stood up and jerked his head towards the door, "shall we? Poor girl won't stand a chance."
Pan's shimmy slowed to a halt when the entrance to the base slid open and a small army emerged from within, ki signatures rising in preparation for a fight. She turned to look over her shoulder, where Trunks was hidden behind a few rocks, practically howling with laughter. When Pan told him she had a plan, the last thing he'd expected was for her to do the Para Para Dance of all things to lure the PTF out of the bunker.
Trunks wiped the tears of mirth away and focused on the small force of aliens making their way towards his wife.
'I told you it would work,' Pan's 'voice' was smug as she shifted into a defensive stance, hands held low to guard her belly.
'I didn't even know what it was, so excuse me for being skeptical.' Trunks responded dryly, making his way over to her, 'stay out of the way.'
'They'd be lucky to land a hit on me.' She retorted, allowing him to take the lead.
"You are—"
"Trespassing, yeah we know," Trunks cut in sharply, "I don't know how long you've been occupying this planet, but that time's coming to an end."
"Move aside," one alien barked, "we came for the strangely dancing female, not you, purple boy." Pan bared her teeth at the alien in response, forming a bright yellow ki ball in each hand.
"Haven't seen moves like that since the Ginyu Force was still around."
Trunks sent a warning look her way, silently cautioning her to minimize the use of her ki as much as possible. Inwardly he wished he'd just left her aboard the ship but he knew she wouldn't have allowed it, as stubborn as she was. That and he'd never forgive himself if any of the PTF split off to go after her while he razed their base to the ground.
Plus… Pan's ridiculous dancing had drawn every single PTF soldier out into the open.
As if sensing his train of thought, Pan waggled her brows at him when he turned to look over his shoulder at her again, a little smirk twisting her lips. Kami, just wait till they got back to the ship…
The flaring of the PTF's ki's drew Trunks' attention back to the matter at hand, and he powered up to the first level of Super Saiyan in a flash of golden ki. He would've gone for the second level and wiped them out in a pinch, but he was in the mood to take his time, especially after having his sleep interrupted.
To the Prince's surprise, the soldiers recoiled at the sight of his transformed state, crowing about the 'golden saiyan' that killed Lord Frieza had come to exact vengeance…
'What the hell are they on about?'
'Your future self killed Frieza, remember? You're a dead ringer for him now.' Pan replied, 'voice' full of amusement, 'this is rich, you know we're gonna have to tell everyone about this when we get home, right?'
Trunks rolled his eyes and began charging a Finish Buster, biting the inside of his lip to keep from laughing when the soldiers tried to scramble away. Inwardly he wondered how they knew what Frieza's killer looked like and marveled over the fact that it'd stuck with them for so long. With a roar, he let the blast fly.
Pan shielded her eyes from the bright yellow flash of light as the blast detonated, incinerating the soldiers and destroying the base in one fell swoop. She tossed the ki ball she'd formed into the melee on a whim, pointedly ignoring the sniggering coming from her absolutely rude husband. She turned her nose up in the air and pivoted on her heel, strolling back the way they'd come as her robe flailed behind her.
Before she made it to the base of the cliffside where their cave was located, Trunks' hands suddenly appeared at her waist, halting her progress. She turned in his hold to look at him, poking at one of the two strands of blond hair that hung over his forehead.
"I never noticed how much your hair looks like a crown when it's like this," Pan murmured, "mine just looks like a big spiky blonde blob."
"Does not," he rumbled, gently taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, "it looks like a big blond spiky blob just like yours." He let the transformation go, and Pan snorted when his soft lavender locks tumbled back down over his forehead.
"You're lucky you wear your hair like this all the time, otherwise everyone would know how big your forehead really is."
"Hilarious, Pan-chan."
|*S*S*S*S*|
Pan looked up when a plate piled high with food was laid in front of her, and she smiled brightly and pulled it closer. Trunks passed her a fork and settled down across from her with his own platter and a mug of fresh coffee. The heady scent of roasted Arabica beans wafted across the table, and the quarter saiyan looked mournfully at her mate's cup.
"Nope," Trunks shook his head before the plea could form, raising the mug to his lips for a drink, "not happening, sweetheart."
"Just a sip?"
"Not even a drop, woman."
"One cup every once in a while won't hurt me," she grumbled, digging into one of the omelets on her plate, "I went to school for this, you know."
"Oh, I know," the lavender haired demi saiyan mumbled, the beginnings of a smirk on his lips, "you'll never let me forget it." He put the mug down and shoveled a forkful of perfectly crisp home fries into his mouth, "damn, forgot the fruit."
Trunks hopped up from his seat to grab the large bowl full of cut up fruit on the counter, leaving his mug unprotected. Pan's midnight blue gazed darted between the cup and her husband's back, weighing the risk versus rewards.
"I can practically hear you thinking about taking a sip," Trunks griped, not evening turning to look at her, "fine. One drink, that's it." He bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing as he waited, pretending to mess around with the fruit in the bowl.
Pan claimed the mug with a gleeful squeal and raised it to her lips for a sip… only recoil at the taste of sugary, cream-filled disgustness. She gagged audibly, almost throwing the ceramic cup down in her haste to get the foul substance out of her immediate range. Her husband cracked up laughing as he sauntered back to the table with the fruit bowl in hand, blissfully ignorant of the baleful look his wife was giving him.
"You know I hate sugar and cream in my coffee," Pan groused, "why'd you let me drink that shit?"
"You know I only drink coffee with sugar and cream, Pan-chan," Trunks settled down in his chair, placing the bowl in the middle of the table, "the question is… why did you drink it?" A wide, smug grin spread over his cheeks, and Pan barely resisted the urge to throw food at his stupidly handsome face.
The grumpy quarter saiyan began tucking into her breakfast at a cut throat pace, keeping her eyes locked on her plate instead of dignifying her mate with an answer. Trunks continued to snicker softly under his breath as he dug into his own meal.
"Look," the saiyan royal pointed out of the nearby window, "there goes Rudeeze." Pan looked out at the desert planetoid floating, surrounded on all sides by a multitude of brightly burning suns. Her eyes glazed a bit as her mind wandered back to the brief but wonderful time they'd spent there just a few weeks ago… despite her initial misgivings.
Pan frowned at the muted olive green planetoid through the viewport, self-consciously placing a hand on her budding bump, "any particular reason why you felt the need to stop here? At the planet where I nearly died from heat exhaustion trying to run away because you and Grampa wanted to take me back to Earth?"
"I know, and I'm sorry that I ever doubted you," Trunks murmured soothingly, coming up behind her, "I thought you'd like to make some new memories here. Better ones." He smoothed his hands over Pan's hips, gently tugging her towards him so her back was flush with his front, "we could set up camp near that oasis we found, do some swimming, have dinner on the shore… it's up to you, though," he leaned down to kiss the top of her head, "if you wanna keep going, we can."
Pan pursed her lips in thought, tangling their fingers together and tugging so her husband would wrap her up in his strong arms. The couple stood in comfortable silence as the quarter saiyan vacillated over whether or not she wanted to grace the surface of Rudeeze again.
"It would be nice," Pan conceded, "to make some new memories here. The oasis was beautiful." She shook her head with a self-deprecating huff, "you're a menace, Trunks-kun."
"Panny, if you don't want to stop here then we don't have to," the lavender haired demi chuckled softly, "I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to."
"I want to," she admitted quietly, turning in his arms to face him, "I do, honest. Let's go down."
The dry desert heat swept down into the crevice the oasis was located in with each gust of wind, only mildly oppressive thanks to the cooler air below the planet's surface. Pan stood at the edge of the underground basin, gazing up at the blue-white sky.
The oasis was pretty much just as she remembered it, right down to the small waterfall system, the multiple drop offs in the lake, and the blocky pale grey rock formations that formed the cliffs. Another breeze swirled down into the crevice, rustling the hem of the simple grey mesh cover-up she wore over her swimsuit.
Trunks padded down the ramp to join her at the water's edge, wearing a pair of dark green swim shorts and nothing else. He stopped a few feet shy of his new wife, watching her closely as if to try and gauge her feelings.
Pan toed off the pair of brown sandals she wore and lowered herself to sit on the ground so she could put her feet in the water. Her toes, still painted a sparkling red from the wedding, glistened in the cool, clear water. A small smile formed on her lips, and she turned to look up at her husband, patting the ground next to her in invitation, "come sit, hon."
Trunks smiled warmly and settled in next to his love, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Their legs twisted and tangled together playfully in the blue water, and Pan let her head settle against his shoulder.
"Happy two weeks anniversary." Trunks murmured against her hair, nuzzling at the soft locks affectionately.
Pan snorted amusedly, turning to look at the saiyan Prince, "oh, so we're doing weekly anniversaries now?"
"Mmhmm," the lavender haired demi leaned down to press a kiss against her shoulder, "we can do daily ones if you'd like," he used his nose to nudge the strap of her cover-up out of the way, "hourly, even," he pressed another kiss to her warm skin, suckling gently at her skin.
Pan sighed in pleasure, going pliant in Trunks' hold as he kissed and nibbled his way across the bridge of her shoulders, along the nape of her neck, and up the side of her throat to the hollow below her ear. The Prince nipped sharply at the area, knowing all too well what it would do.
The quarter saiyan gasped sharply, arching in her husband's arms as a bolt of pleasure ran up her spine. Trunks chuckled against her warm sun-kissed skin, deliberately dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin of her throat. The quarter saiyan moaned huskily, reaching back blindly to tangle her fingers in her mate's lavender locks.
The slightly flowery yet spicy musk of her arousal began to permeate the air. For Trunks, it may as well have been fresh blood in shark-infested water.
A low growl began to rumble from Trunks' chest as something primal and purely saiyan began to awaken in him. With his free hand, he tore Pan's grey cover up off from her body, revealing the strapless, high waisted ocean blue bikini she wore beneath.
Pan twisted in her husband's hold, swinging one tanned leg over his lap and straddling him. She tangled both hands in his hair and pressed their lips together hungrily, a growl of her own rumbling from her own throat. Trunks' hands fell to hold onto her waist, his thumbs rubbing scintillating circuits against the front of her hips.
The quarter saiyan mewled into the vicious kiss, shifting her hips so the delicious hardness she felt would be pressed against where she wanted it most. When the position felt right, she ground herself downwards with a wanton moan, tossing her head back and losing the hair tie in the process. Glossy blue-black waves tumbled down her back as she continued to take her pleasure at her own leisure.
Trunks settled back, using one hand to support himself while leaving the other on Pan's hip, watching hungrily as his mate writhed and moaned in his lap. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her pupils were dilated sharply, only the barest hint of that gorgeous midnight blue at the edge.
Soon, the grinding was no longer enough to sate her, and Pan whined plaintively. Trunks made to sit up, to try and rectify the situation, but Pan shoved him down so he laid flat and raised herself up on her knees so she could pull his trunks down, freeing him from their confines. His mate smiled wickedly at him as she removed her own bottoms and, after carefully positioning herself, slid down onto his cock as agonizingly slow as she could manage.
Pan felt something inside her crow with delight as Trunks' head fell back, leaving his throat exposed. She leaned down over him and nipped eagerly at the exposed flesh, suckling and nibbling at it like he'd done hers. The demi saiyan growled, grabbing her hips and planting his feet so he could thrust eagerly into her wet heat. She moaned against his skin, inhaling the spicy musk of his arousal like the headiest of drugs.
One of Trunks' hands left Pan's hips and tangle in her wavy locks, gripping and tugging her head to the side so he could get at her throat again. In a fluid motion, Trunks rolled them over so their positions were reversed, giving him more traction to drive into his wife's body the way he wanted.
Pan's back arched up off of the ground in a perfect bow, mewling and crying out with abandon as Trunks drove deep into her body. His teeth dug into her throat, not hard enough to draw blood but more than enough to leave a vivid mark for some time.
It was like dumping a vat of gasoline onto a raging forest fire.
As the couple got closer and closer to completion, moans and gasps became sharp keens and primal snarls. Pan's nails raked over the length of Trunks' back, down, down, and down, passing over his tail spot. The sensation tore a roar from the saiyan heir's lips, and his back arched as he peaked, hips pressed firmly against his mate's while stars burst before his eyes.
Pan smiled toothily, pleased with herself as Trunks worked through his orgasm. Her own was just a little ways off, even less so with the glimpse of her husband's euphoric face. Trunks carefully pulled out once the sensitivity died down, releasing the hold his teeth had on his wife's throat, and errantly tore her bikini top away so he could lick and suckle his way down her front.
Pan propped herself up on her elbows to watch, shaking with desire as well as the blazing fire raging in her lower abdomen. Trunks took a moment to tenderly nuzzle and kiss her distended abdomen before carrying on with the kissing, licking, and nibbling. The quarter saiyan let her eyes roll to the back of her head as a large, warm hand slid over her hips to press against her lower back.
A sharp gasp left Pan's kiss-swollen lips as blunt nails gently raked over her own tail spot. She melted, slumping back down to the cool stone as Trunks pressed two fingers against the spot and applied gentle pressure. The saiyan Prince continued to nuzzle and kiss his way over her hips and across her muscled thighs, closer and closer to where she wanted him most.
"Trunks-kun, please…" Pan pleaded, reaching up and tugging at the hair above her ears. The heat in her lower gut flared desperately, like a dying star on the verge of exploding into a supernova.
Trunks nudged his way between his mate's thighs, smirking when she spread them readily, and dove tongue-first into her sweet heat. Their combined flavor exploded across his tongue, a sweet almost floral yet spicy tang that never got old, no matter how many times he tasted it. A few laps of his tongue and a small jolt of ki through the pair of fingers massaging Pan's tail spot, and she crested with a sharp keen that echoed off of the stone walls.
The dying star in Pan's gut finally imploded into a supernova, and she spiraled off in a dizzying swell of pleasure as her muscles clenched deliciously tight. Her back had arched so sharply, it almost hurt. Trunks kept her surfing at the peak of the wave for a few seconds longer than normal with a very low pulse of ki through her tail spot, and she inwardly kicked herself for not thinking of using her ki on his, and only let up when she started squirming from the overstimulation. She trembled as she came down from the high, the clench slowly letting up as everything spiraled to a close.
"Y'know," Pan murmured, voice scratchy and hoarse, "maybe next time we have sex out here, we can grab a blanket or something, cuz this shit is terrible for my back." She propped herself up somewhat shakily on her elbows to look at her husband.
"Ah shit," Trunks breathed, shuffling upwards and off of Pan's body, "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he leaned over to kiss her tenderly, "maybe I should've stayed on the bottom this time."
"I'll live," she murmured, reaching up to cup his face tenderly, "the ki trick with my tail spot was a nice touch. Wish I'd thought of that."
"Next time," Trunks murmured lovingly, reaching over her to grab a scrap of deep blue fabric, "um… sorry, Pan-chan."
"I did like that suit," Pan murmured, reaching out to take the remnants of her bikini top, "oh well, it's not like it's the first time you've ripped my clothes off, and it won't be the last."
Trunks chuckled softly and rolled up to his feet, offering a hand to Pan. She smiled brightly and took it, letting him haul her to her feet… and squealed when he scooped her up bridal style and jumped into the cool water.
"Figured we needed to cool off after all of that," the Prince explained, "we might as well take that swim."
"Mmm," Pan hummed, tucking her head under his chin, "we'll swim and then eat?"
"Swim and then eat."
"… to Pan-chan. Earth to Pan-chan… Panny?"
Pan blinked the pleasurable memory away, though the slight flush to her cheeks probably more than gave it away, and frowned at her husband, "I'm still mad at you."
Trunks smirked salaciously, "is that why you were blushing and licking your lips just now, sweetheart? Because you're mad at little old me?"
Without breaking their stare, Pan forked up almost half of the omelet she'd been eating on, some home fries, and a sausage link and shoved the lot of it into her mouth. She chewed noisily for a moment and swallowed it down with a sip of her lukewarm tea.
"Yeah," she simpered sarcastically, "that's exactly why." She nabbed a few strips of bacon with her free hand and shoved them into her mouth, "definitely not because I'm attracted to you or anything."
Trunks made a disgruntled noise and Pan smiled toothily in response and stole two sausage links from his plate, despite the fact that she still had some of her own on her plate. The demi saiyan rolled his eyes, well used to his love's antics, and carried on with his meal.
*~*The Next Day*~*
Trunks sighed deeply as he surveyed the data readout. They were officially just under a day out from Earth. A day from this magical time with Pan coming to an end, and then it'd be back to everyday life. Back to work; Capsule Corp for him and Mercy West for Pan-chan, but Kami… a small part of him desperately wanted to turn tail and disappear into the deeper recesses of space. There was so much more to see and explore, the thought of letting that opportunity slip through his fingers was abhorrent in that moment.
With another deep sigh, the saiyan Prince turned the auto pilot on and followed the siren call of his wife's warm, cheery ki up to the observation deck/bedroom.
Pan was sitting up in the fold-away bed, hair mussed from her nap, wrapped in bedsheets and nothing else. The starlight coming through the windows washed everything in a pale blue-white light, leaching all other color out.
She looked positively breathtaking.
Trunks couldn't help the soft gasp as he took Pan in, loving the way the light from the stars made her midnight black hair look glossier than ever and added to the luminosity her skin already carried from her impending motherhood.
Pan looked up at him with heavy lidded midnight eyes, and a small affectionate smile on her full pink lips. She shifted onto her knees and held a hand out in invitation, the other held the sheets up against her front.
"Come here, sweetheart."
Trunks smiled in return and crossed the room, stepping out of the shadows and into the luminous glow of the starlight. Pan sat up on her knees when he got close enough, letting the sheet fall so she could pull him in close and press her lips to his. The kiss was slow and tender, but filled with a low, simmering heat.
Their lips parted, and Trunks pressed their foreheads together as they shared each other's air in soft, gentle breaths.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Pan whispered, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of her cheeks as her impossibly dark blue eyes grew even darker with desire.
Trunks quickly whipped the plain blue t-shirt he wore over his head while Pan slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his muscular legs in slow, tender motions.
The demi saiyan quickly kicked the underwear off and scooped Pan up, making her squeal, before crawling up onto the bed and settling her at the center. He nuzzled into her neck, nibbling and suckling gently at the sensitive skin there. Pan sighed indulgently, letting her head loll back to give him better access to her throat.
Pan smoothed her hands over her husband's tousled lavender locks and gently pulled him away from her neck to kiss him deeply. Trunks groaned into the sensual kiss, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist and pulling her in as close as he dared.
The lavender haired Prince pulled away, looking down at his beautiful wife reverently for a moment. A soft flush broke out over her cheeks and nose under the attention, adding to the ever-present flush of desire, and the saiyan prince grinned wolfishly before kissing his way down the column of her throat and over her collar bone.
Trunks could hear a low rumble emanating from Pan's chest as he paid special attention to her breasts, fuller with her pregnancy, gently nosing and kissing at the soft orbs. The rumble increased in volume as he took one pert nipple between his lips and suckled. Not too hard; the last time he'd done that he'd hurt her due to the new sensitivity, just enough to make her squirm and mewl.
To his surprise, after a few sucks, Trunks could taste a hint of something slightly sweet at the back of his tongue and pulled away to examine Pan's breast. A bit of slightly yellowish-white fluid was leaking from her nipple. The quarter saiyan frowned at his confused expression and followed his gaze, taking notice of the fluid.
"That's just colostrum," Pan explained huskily, "means my breastmilk's coming in. Don't worry about it."
"Isn't it a bit early?" Trunks inquired, tentatively leaning in to taste it again. It had a sweetness to it that regular milk didn't have.
"I'm four months now," Pan murmured, "the general consensus is that it starts as early as the second trimester." She ran her fingers through her husband's hair and dragged him in for a kiss, gently drawing him back into the mood.
Trunks smiled and took a moment to give Pan's second breast some attention, now prepared for the taste of the colostrum. Pan mumbled something about finally being able to use the nipple pads Bra had given her before she succumbed to the gentle, tender pleasure. Soft sighs and blissful mewls filled the quiet dark space as Trunks worked his magic.
The saiyan heir kissed his way down her torso, pausing at the apex of her budding bump to press a firm, loving kiss there. Pan snorted a laugh, eyes shining with affection and love. Trunks chuckled softly and kissed his way back up and, once he level with her again, Pan rolled him onto his back and straddled him in one fluid motion.
Trunks laid back, content to watch her from this new angle as she tossed her glossy waves over her shoulder and leaned down to kiss, nip, and lick at his muscled chest. The teasing scrape of nails and teeth over his sensitive skin had the Prince hissing and growling as Pan took her sweet time winding him up.
Large calloused hands stroked down the sloping length of Pan's back, blunt nails scraping sinfully over her tail spot with just enough pressure to make her twitch and purr. She smoothed her soft palms over his broad shoulders and smiled down at him.
"Want me like this?"
Trunks smirked wolfishly and grabbed her hips in response, helping her keep her balance while she got herself into position. He hissed as one warm, small hand wrapped around his arousal, holding it in place as she slowly lowered herself down. She moaned softly as he pressed into her body, a most welcome and familiar intrusion.
Soon, too soon, their hips were flush and Pan was the one smirking as she began to circle her hips, purposefully slow.
"Someone's… being a… tease, I see." Trunks rasped between soft moans, hands gripping Pan's hips tight enough to nearly bruise. His thumbs rubbed incessant circles against the hollows of her hips as she ground her hips down.
"Oh please," Pan's eyes rolled to the back of her head, "remind me, who's the one who kept edging the hell out of me back instead of letting me get off two days ago? My memory's a little foggy."
In response, the saiyan royal tightened his grip and planted his feet, snapping his hips upward in sharp, rough movements. Pan huffed a surprised gasp as her breasts bounced in time with each rigid snap of Trunks' hips, letting her head fall back to loll on her shoulders.
As quickly as he began, Trunks stopped thrusting as something dawned on him. Pan looked down at him, breathing shallow and quick, cheeks flushed with arousal, "Trunks-kun…?"
"It's the last "night" of our honeymoon," the Prince murmured, propping himself up on his elbows, "we should be taking it slow."
"Do we have to?" Pan asked softly, a fake pout construing her features, "I'm all for slow, but if we're gonna do that, you need to be on top. My stamina's shot, no thanks to this little one." She smoothed a hand over the gentle swell of her abdomen.
Trunks chuckled, running a loving hand over her belly, "you know," he waggled his brows, "once you get further along, this'll be the only way we can do it."
"Not true," Pan crossed her arms over her chest, "there are plenty of positions we can use. Your sister was very forthcoming with that information. Too forthcoming, considering who she discovered them with."
"Not the best time to bring up my sister and your uncle's sex life, Panny." Trunks huffed, eyes drifting down to where they were still intimately connected. Pan snorted and wriggled in place, her small movements sending soft pulses of pleasure up her mate's spine.
With a growl, the demi saiyan quickly, but gently, flipped them both over so Pan was beneath him and pressed their foreheads together. She smiled softly at him, reaching up to twirl one stray lavender strand around her pointer finger. She tucked it behind Trunks' ear and gently scratched her nails over the skin there, smiling wider when a purr rumbled out of his chest in response.
Trunks nuzzled into the sensitive skin at her throat, reaching out to tangle their hands together while using the other to keep his weight off of Pan's belly. The quarter saiyan spread her legs a little wider to give him room as he began to move again.
The mated pair settled into the sensual pace, reveling in the passion and love that flowed back and forth between them in a closed circuit. Under the soft starlight, they took their time and let the pleasure build organically.
Pan mewled softly as Trunks peppered the side of her neck in soft, feather light kisses and gentle nibbles, slowly working his way up from the base of her throat to the side of her jaw. She tangled her fingers in that soft lavender hair, slightly damp with sweat, and pressed their lips together passionately.
The coil of pleasure pulled ever tighter.
Trunks angled his hips just so, dragging over a sensitive patch that made Pan moan, a guttural noise that came from somewhere deep in her chest, as her back arched beautifully. She thrust upwards to meet him, making soft breathy whines that nearly drove him mad.
I don't know if we're gonna be able to stick to 'slow'…
Pan's fingers were curved into claws, stroking up and down the length of Trunks' back, almost pointedly avoiding his spine and tail spot entirely. If she so much as brushed the hypersensitive area, all bets were off and they'd be finishing a lot quicker than he'd planned. Despite her avoiding the area, each drag of her nails over his sweaty, hypersensitive skin made him twitch.
It was hard enough to keep his composure when she kept making such gorgeous faces.
Pan's lips curved into a perfect 'O' as Trunks raked over that sensitive patch yet again, sooty eyelashes fluttering against the deep pink flush of her cheeks. She mewled, nails digging into his skin, and clenched around him. He could feel her muscles beginning to flutter and twitch; she was close.
"K-kami," Pan hissed, eyes almost black with want, "Trunks, please…" He'd never been able to tell her no, especially not when they were like this.
With a few more vigorous thrusts, Pan's eyes rolled into the back of her head as a blissful cry spilled unbidden from her kiss-swollen lips. Her hips twitched in time with each rhythmic clench and, with a rumbling growl and a burst of hot pleasure at the base of his spine, Trunks tipped over the edge and followed her into bliss.
"Slow, huh?"
"Shut up, Panny."
"What?" Pan whined, rolling onto her side and tugging at the arm closest to her, "I'm just teasing, babe." She poked at his cheek gently, "you're not upset; I can sense your ki. You're trying not to laugh."
Trunks snorted, despite a valiant yet futile attempt to disguise it as a cough, and Pan burst into raucous laughter. After a few seconds, her husband joined her in her amusement. When the laughter petered out, Trunks reached out and tugged her closer so she was nestled against his side.
Pan pillowed her head on his shoulder, smiling softly when he wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her belly, "we've done it slow plenty of times while we were on this trip, babe. I do appreciate the effort, though."
"I just wanted our last full day to end on a high note."
"You know I don't care if we do it quick and dirty in the shower or slow and sensual with candlelight and silk sheets," Pan murmured, stroking a placating hand over his chest, "as long as it's you and me, I could care less about the details."
"I know you don't care, but I do."
"I know, baby," she soothed, "and we still have over 20 hours to do it nice and slow the way you want to. I thought it was my job to be high maintenance."
"You are high maintenance when it comes to your food."
"Touché."
*~*Twenty-Something Hours Later*~*
"We're about to make our approach, Pan-chan," Trunks told the napping lump under the sheets, "time to put some clothes on and strap in."
"Mmnngh…"
"I know you don't like clothes but I don't think our family would like it if you got off the ship naked and Bra would be pissed if you scarred Aya-chan for life."
Pan's rumpled head of ebony locks popped up from beneath the sheets as she scowled sleepily at her husband. She rolled out of the bed, having spent the day lounging about and napping in irregular intervals, and paced over to the bags, grabbed hers, and dragged it over to the bed.
The quarter saiyan spent a moment pawing through the things Bra had packed for her, mumbling curses under her breath at the sheer amount of pink items included, and plucked a pair of dark wash maternity jeans, a black lace racerback bra and matching panties, and a pair of red checked slip-on Vans from the bag.
Pan put these things to the side on the bed, returned her bag to where it'd been, and dug through her husband's bag before selecting a plain white collared shirt with half sleeves and a short row of buttons. Smiling triumphantly, she returned to the bed and started getting dressed.
"You're always stealing my clothes," Trunks huffed, though the corner of his lips twitched as he fought a smile, "I'm gonna go turn the auto-pilot off, come to the cockpit when you're ready." She always looked amazing in his stuff so he wasn't about to complain.
"Kay."
Trunks climbed down the ladder and meandered through the ship, making sure anything lose was secured properly before they started the landing sequence. Once that was done, he went to the cockpit and strapped himself into the pilot seat before deactivating the auto-pilot system, keeping the ship idling in the meantime.
A few minutes later, Pan entered the cockpit with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and a scant amount of makeup applied. She'd tucked the front of her borrowed top into the waistband of her jeans and the collar hung open with the buttons loose, and completed the look with a faded blue zip-up jacket. Her wedding and engagement rings, as well as the plain studs in her ears, were the only pieces of jewelry she wore.
The quarter saiyan lazily buckled herself into the co-pilot seat and yawned, "I'd kill for a cup of coffee right now."
"You can nap when we get home, Pan-chan."
"You know how your mom is; she doesn't need an excuse to throw a party. We'll be there all night and probably well into the morning."
"She knows you're pregnant, hopefully she'll take pity on you." Trunks could see the futility of that hope the moment the words left his lips. Bulma held back for absolutely no one.
"Grin and bear it then sneak out the side door?" Pan suggested, a wry smirk twisting her lips.
"Sweetheart, you read my mind." Trunks chuckled, "now, shall we?" He waved a hand at the blue, green, and white orb floating before them.
"We shall."
|*S*S*S*S*|
Trunks felt slightly insulted when his wife immediately retreated to the bathroom to empty her stomach after what had for all intents and purposes been a rather smooth landing. He knelt at her side, rubbing her back soothingly as she heaved into the toilet bowl.
Pan spat into the bowl and sat back on her haunches, "there's the morning sickness we were wondering about." During the first three months, she had no nausea whatsoever, and she hadn't really suffered from much fatigue. It seemed the first and second trimesters had been switched around as far as those symptoms went.
"Want me to unpack your toothbrush?"
"Please? My mouth tastes like spicy roadkill."
"That's probably the curry you made yesterday." Trunks teased, scurrying out of the room before Pan could hit him. He cackled quietly to himself as her indignant cries followed him down the corridor.
A cool breeze swirled up the gangplank and into the ship as the couple waited for it to lower to the ground. Pan tangled her fingers together with Trunks' and smiled widely, sensing the eager, happy ki signatures of their family down below, just out of their sight.
"Ready to face the masses?"
Pan sighed in mock-resignation, "let's just get this over with." She then practically dragged her husband behind her in her haste to get off the ship. Their feet had barely left the metal ramp and hit the ground before Pan was accosted by two dark haired blurs.
"PAN-CHAN!"
Pan laughed jubilantly, wrapping her arms tightly around her little sisters and peppering their faces with kisses. Kami, she'd missed them so much.
"How was space?" Corra demanded, gazing up at her imploringly, "did you visit any new planets? What about the ones you've already been to? And what about—"
"Corra," Videl spoke up, voice firm yet fond, "your sister just got home, maybe give her some time to get a little R&R before you start peppering her with questions about her trip."
Pan smiled gratefully at her mother and cupped her little sister's face, "I'll tell you all about it when I've had some time to rest, hon." Corra nodded quietly, shuffling awkwardly over to Trunks to give him a hug. The demi saiyan playfully ruffled her locks and scooped her up in a bear hug.
Chyna pressed a hand against her older sister's rounded abdomen, feeling the baby's ki resting within for a moment. Pan placed her hand on top of hers and smiled gently, "they haven't started kicking yet, honey. I'm sorry. It shouldn't be too much longer."
The petite quarter saiyan shrugged and hugged her sister again, "I missed you, Pan-chan." Pan kissed the top of her head lovingly, holding her tight, "I missed you too, little bit."
After a few more seconds, the sisters separated and Pan made her way over to her parents, immediately finding herself engulfed in both of their arms. Behind her, she could hear Trunks greeting Chyna, his own parents, and Bra.
"Did you have fun?" Gohan inquired softly, leaning back so he could see his daughter's face. Pan nodded eagerly, a bright grin spreading over her face, "Papa, it was amazing. We went back to a few of the planets we went to during the Grand Tour and found a couple of new ones. I'll have to tell you all about it one of these days."
Videl brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, "you're absolutely glowing, Pan-chan. Kami," she shook her head, "when I was this far along with you, I couldn't stay out of the damn bathroom."
"Don't let the glow fool you," Pan grumbled, "I just got out of the bathroom right before we got off the ship. Morning sickness has officially begun." She kissed her parents on the cheeks and headed over to Bra, Ayame, and Marron.
"Hey, girly," Bra threw her free arm over Pan's shoulders, drawing her into the huddle, "so… spill."
"I'm literally not about to talk about my sex life with Papa, Grampa Goku, and Vegeta well within earshot," Pan deadpanned, squinting at her sister in-love, "raincheck, hon." She then scooped her little niece out of her mother's arms and smiled brightly at her, "Hi, Aya-chan! Did you miss Auntie Panny?"
"PanPan!" the nearly ten month-old squealed, throwing her little arms around Pan's neck. The quarter saiyan laughed and nuzzled into the baby's soft indigo curls, imagining snuggling with her own baby someday soon.
"We're gonna go get lunch someday soon and you will spill the tea, dammit," Bra spoke firmly, "right, Maz?"
The blonde woman rolled her eyes at her close friend, "whatever you say, Blue." She pulled Pan into a warm embrace, "glad to have you back, Panny. Dealing with Bra on my own for a month and a half has been an experience…"
"Oh, I can imagine," Pan snickered, ignoring the ugly look Bra sent their way, "she's a handful and then some, isn't she?"
"More than that, even."
Bra took her daughter back, frowning her nose up at her two best friends, "I hate you both." Pan and Marron shared a look before bursting into raucous laughter. Bra held out for only a handful of seconds before joining in.
|*S*S*S*S*|
Once he finally escaped his mother's clutches, Trunks made his way over to Goten and Uub, doing a semi-complicated handshake with each of them. He could see Pan standing with Marron and Bra, cuddling Ayame and probably giving his sister a hard time if the smirk was anything to go by.
"Hey, man," Goten slapped his back, "you look great. Looks like you two had a great time up there. I asked Bra if we could go to space for our honeymoon and she shot me down."
"We had an amazing time," the saiyan Prince smiled jovially, "it's probably for the best. I don't think space exploration is really B's thing, man."
"Fair," Goten looked only mildly disgruntled, easily moving on from it in a manner reminiscent of his father, "so what kind of stuff did you guys see and do out there? Other than each other, I mean." He waggled his brows salaciously.
Uub slapped the dark haired demi saiyan upside the head before Trunks could do it, "c'mon, Goten."
"I was joking."
"You're lucky Chichi didn't hear you, otherwise you'd have a goose egg on the side of your head from the Pan." Trunks glanced furtively around for his grandmother in-law, finding her standing with his own mother and Juuhachigo. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"So," Trunks eyed his two friends, "you guys ready to get hitched next year?" Both men had dates set for their weddings, Goten and Bra's in July and Marron and Uub's in December, in the following year.
"Oh yeah," Uub nodded eagerly, looking over at his fiancée, "I can't wait." Marron turned to look in his direction and smiled warmly when their gazes crossed.
"I'm ready but not nearly as much as Bra is," Goten snickered, "she's been talking about seating charts and color swatches in her sleep."
Trunks chuckled softly, "you guys wanna meet up later this week for a spar? I got a little bit of a workout while we were out in space but I could use something a little more taxing."
Uub squinted in confusion, "what the hell happened on your honeymoon, man?"
"We ran into some leftover men from the Frieza Force on one of the new planets we discovered," the saiyan Prince shrugged, "they broke into the ship while we were sleeping and I handled it. Took barely a second."
"Frieza Force?" All three heads turned as Vegeta approached, "it's been four decades since your future counterpart ended that miserable lizard's dreadful existence, and you somehow managed to find remnants of his followers?"
"Yes, Dad." Trunks shrugged, looking over when Pan approached. She was clearly holding back laughter and he frowned in confusion, wondering what she found so hilarious.
"Tell him what they said when you went super saiyan." Pan squeaked, voice high pitched as she struggled to keep her composure. Vegeta squinted at his daughter in-law, "what are you on about, girl?"
"When I went super saiyan, they started screaming about me being the 'golden saiyan that killed their lord, come to exact vengeance'." Trunks quoted in a deadpan voice. Pan busted up laughing, burying her face against the side of his chest in attempt to muffle the giggles.
Trunks rolled his eyes fondly and wrapped his arm around her waist, shaking his head at her antics, "I guess they thought I was my future self. Not sure how they knew what he and I looked like, but yeah. That happened, and Pan thinks the whole thing was hilarious."
"No," Pan pulled away from him to splutter, "the fact that you took them out in just your boxers is what's really hilarious." She threw her head back and howled.
The saiyan Prince felt his cheeks flush bright red as his father frowned at him, "why the hell were you fighting the Frieza Force in your underwear, boy?"
"I – it was the middle of the night, Dad," Trunks scrambled to explain, "they woke us up, I'd literally just gotten out of bed!" Absolutely no help whatsoever, Pan cackled helplessly at his side while tears of mirth trickled down her cheeks.
|*S*S*S*S*|
True to form, Bulma turned the small welcome into a full blown party in a manner only her daughter was able to replicate. Trunks and Pan made the rounds, greeting their friends and rest of their family as the day shifted to night and the party went on.
Music blared through the CC dome as Bulma, after having the men clear space, dragged her very recalcitrant husband out onto the makeshift dancefloor. Chichi did the same with a much more agreeable Goku and, within minutes, the floor was filled with dancing bodies.
Pan was sitting on the outskirts of the dance floor, talking with Marron about her pregnancy and honeymoon. Her eyelids were beginning to droop with fatigue and, upon the third instance of her head dropping to rest on the table, the blonde huffed.
"I'm going to go find that husband of yours so he can take you home to rest," Marron stood up, "call me in a few days, you're overdue for a checkup."
"Alright, Maz," Pan mumbled, using her elbow to prop her head up, "I'll be in touch soon."
Before Marron could leave the table to search for him, Trunks appeared as if he'd been summoned by her words. He dragged the petite blonde into a side hug, "I'll take it from here, Maz."
"Take care of my girl, Trunks," she pecked his cheek before pulling away, "I'm gonna go find that man of mine and dance the night away."
"Yes, ma'am." the saiyan Prince saluted sharply. When Marron disappeared into the throng, he crouched down at his wife's side and whispered, "ready to make our great escape?"
"Oh hell yeah," Pan stood from the table immediately, "let's blow this taco stand."
Glancing furtively around the room and finding the others sufficiently distracted by the spectacle that was Bulma forcing Vegeta to dance, the newlyweds snuck into the kitchen and slipped out the back door, missing the knowing looks exchanged between a few of their family members and friends.
Pan looked mournfully at the hangar, spying their ship still sitting docked as they ambled along the path to grab their things. Trunks kissed the top of her head, sensing her line of thought, "we'll go back to the stars again. I promise."
"I'm gonna hold you to that."
|*S*S*S*S*|
Pan flopped on the couch in their living room with a beleaguered sigh as Trunks moved through the house, turning the air back on and checking to make sure no had broken in while they were away. It only took him a few seconds, and in no time he was back in the living room, standing over his exhausted wife.
"All clear?"
"All clear," he smiled softly, "Shower and then bed? Or are you hungry?"
"Too tired to eat," the quarter saiyan murmured, covering her face with her hands, "shower and bed sounds perfect." She raised her arms up, gazing at him imploringly, "carry me?"
Trunks sighed as if terribly put upon, but nonetheless stooped down and scooped his wife up to cradle her against his chest. Pan sighed happily, tucking her head under his chin as he made his way up the stairs to their bedroom.
The saiyan Prince set his mate down on the foot of their bed, "wanna put some fresh sheets on the bed while I get the shower ready? I'm sure these are musty."
Pan nodded and began removing the sheets from the bed, retrieving a fresh set from the cupboard just down the hall and putting them on in their place. She left the musty sheets outside of the linen closet, choosing to wash them tomorrow or whenever the hell she felt up to it. At present she was ready to sleep for a year.
Trunks emerged from the bathroom, barefoot and bare chested with a cloud of steam rolling out behind him when she returned. He immediately unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, kicking them to the side. Pan shrugged out of the jacket she wore, slowly removing her own clothes and tossing them about carelessly.
Once they both were nude, Trunks took her hand and led the way to the spacious enclosed marble shower stall, already full of steam. He stepped aside to let Pan get in first and followed behind her, wherein they huddled together under the hot spray.
"Kami," Pan whispered, letting the hot water sluice over her hair and back, "this feels godly." Trunks snorted and kissed her forehead before passing her a bright orange pouf, her shower gel, and her shampoo, "let's scrub up so we can crash. When d'you have to back to work?"
"Not for another week," Pan poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hand and began lathering it up, "you?"
"Three. Days."
"Oof."
"Yeah, my sentiment exactly."
The couple finished their shower in a companionable silence, peppered by the occasional comment, joke, or kiss. Once they were both squeaky clean and free of suds, Pan turned the shower off and let herself out of the stall. The heat and steam had her feeling a little light headed, and her knees wobbled bit as she crossed the tile floor to get a towel.
"You alright there, Pan-chan?"
"Steam made me a little dizzy," she replied honestly, "but I'll be alright." She grabbed two large fluffy towels and two smaller ones. She tossed one of each to her husband and wrapped herself in the larger towel, using the smaller one to squeegee the excess water out of her hair.
Trunks toweled the excess moisture off of his body and slung the towel around his hips. He headed over to the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth, more than eager to slide under the covers and drift.
Pan ran a comb through her damp wavy tresses, getting all the knots and tangles out so she could braid it, "isn't 'shower and bed' supposed to be a little easier than this?" she snorted and shook her head as her eyes fluttered closed just a bit, "almost there…"
Trunks spit the excess toothpaste into the sink, "we do want to wake up looking and feeling human tomorrow, so…"
"Just push through it?"
"Exactly."
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Pan climbed into the fresh set of sheets with a happy sigh as the cool fabric settled against her warm skin. Trunks finished turning out what few lights they'd turned on when they got back home and crawled into the bed. However, instead of lying down, he shuffled over so he was hovering over his wife on his elbows, keeping his weight off of her body.
Pan reached up to cup his face tenderly, smoothing her thumb over the sharp line of his cheek bone, "what is it, baby?"
"The last month and a half was amazing," he whispered, turning his head to press a small kiss against her thumb, "and if I could go back and do it all again, I would. I love you," he breathed, "and I can't wait to start the rest of my life with you," he shifted over onto his side and laid a hand on her rounded bump, "and this little one, and however many that come after."
"I love you too, Trunks-kun," the quarter saiyan whispered, voice choked with emotion, "damn hormones. We'll see how this one turns out," she placed her hand on top of his, "before we start talking more kids. Now, if we're done being incredibly sappy," she teased gently, leaning in to peck him on the lips, "how about we get some sleep?"
Pan rolled over so her back was to Trunks and scooted closer so they could spoon. She usually preferred to lay her head on his chest to sleep but now that her belly was bigger that was a no go. Trunks wrapped his arms around her and pressed his nose against the nape of her neck, taking a deep whiff of the succulent peachy aroma of her shampoo.
"We're definitely having more than one," Pan mumbled suddenly, voice heavy with impending sleep, "I hated being an only child."
Trunks snorted against her neck, eyelids growing heavier with each passing second, "we'll have as many as you want, love. Now, sleep." Pan tangled their hands together over her bump and her breathing evened out with slumber in a matter of seconds, a mumbled, "love you," trickling past her slack lips as she settled.
The saiyan Prince chuckled sleepily against her warm skin, "love you too, Pan-chan," and went lax, following his love into the land of Nod.
Big fucking O O F. I never expected to wring 12k out of this when I got started but color me surprised and pleased. I was gonna wait until I got a few more of these time stamps finished, but I'm really really happy with how this all came together so I'll just go ahead and post it now.
My Playlist (again): "Dissolve" by Absofacto, "Hello (Live)" by Beyoncé, "Can't Help Falling In Love (Live At Daytrotter)" by Ingrid Michaelson, "Off My Mind" by Radio Company, "Love Me Right" by Amber Mark, "The End of All Things" by Panic! At the Disco, "Call Your Name (Gv)" by Hiroyuki Sawano, "Tear In My Heart" by twenty one pilots, "Dancing with a Stranger (Acoustic)" by Sam Smith & Normani, "I Love You Baby" by Pop Talk, and "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5.
(Note: "Dissolve" is specifically for the Rudeeze lemon scene. The lemon for their last night aboard the ship is a combination of "The End of All Things" and "Off My Mind" with a dash of "Dancing with A Stranger". Yes, I'm aware of how particular I'm being about this.)
The next shot will time skip to the end of Pan's pregnancy. I've got bits and pieces of it ready and it should be complete in a week or so depending on me. I won't make any promises, but I'm feeling pretty good about writing DBZ fanfiction for the first time in a very long time so I'm hopeful that I'll be able to keep it up. I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed the read.
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