There's Nothing Better Than A Good Ol' Fashioned Friend

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Otherwise, DBZ would have been continued for a long, long time.

AN: This is my first story ever for fanfiction, I'm popping my fanfic cherry, haha. This story does not acknowledge the events of DBGT. The age differences between the younger generation of Saiyan-Human hybrids are not as large, the largest being the near 6 year age difference between Pan and Trunks. Each chapter is just more of a theme, rather than a continuous plot. They are more like random moments shared in the lives of Pan and Trunks that will eventually lead to them getting together. Some are innocent and some are of a more… erotic nature. I'll be sure to let you know which is which at the beginning of each chapter.

Enjoy!

This is definitely not one of the innocent ones and has a nice rating of M. ;)

"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends."

The evening sun set low in the sky as its warmth radiated down upon the inhabitants of earth. The hot summer day had coaxed many out of their homes to enjoy the perfect weather. There was a mini get-together going on at the home of the Brief family. It had started inside, with everyone eating to their hearts content. They initially had been weary of ingesting anything because they had been under the impression that Bulma had prepared the food herself, but after getting an ear-full from said woman and being reassured that she had indeed not spent any time in front of the stove, the guests had been eager to dig in. Afterwards, everyone slowly made their way in the yard to enjoy the weather. Bulma, Chi Chi, and Videl were lounging in chairs by the pool gossiping about only Dende knows what. Bra and Marron had settled for sitting under a tree a little ways away from everyone else so they could discuss all things men. Gohan and Goten were sitting in the grass watching the show taking place above them in the air.

Goten turned to his only brother, "She's getting much better."

Gohan turned to him and smiled. "Her training with Vegeta is obviously paying off."

Gohan turned back to the match, his chest swelling up with pride. His only child had become an amazing young woman and an amazing fighter. He watched as she dodged a swift punch from Trunks, blocked his kick and attempted to land a strike of her own. Trunks smirked as he anticipated her move and quickly reached out his right arm to catch her oncoming fist and twist her around, bringing her to his chest. She struggled to get out of his vice-like grip, but to no avail. He was too strong. Gohan let a small smirk come across his own face. 'As if she has ever let that stop her before'. She stopped moving completely and Gohan saw a puzzled expression come across Trunks' face. As Trunks leaned forward to say something into her ear, Pan quickly threw her head back into Trunks' face. His grip on her lessened and she took the opportunity to escape. Trunks recovered and soon the intensity returned to their fight.

Vegeta stood alone in the grass observing the sparring couple. He too felt pride as he watched his son and pupil fight. She had come to him many years after Goku left to train Uub, asking for him to train her since her father was busy with work and didn't train much himself anymore. With Goku gone, it had seemed the families were drifting apart, only seeing each other on holidays or for Bulma's get-togethers. Pan's training with Vegeta and visits to Bra and Trunks had brought the families back together. It had become quite clear that the young girl was what kept the Briefs and Sons together. Bra was one of her closest friends, Bulma considered her a second daughter and Trunks was her best friend since the girl was old enough to understand what a 'best friend' was. She always seemed to be over at Capsule Corp. whenever she got the chance. He sighed. As much as he did not want to admit it, he too considered Kakarrot's grandchild his second daughter. He had spent too much time getting to know her during their training sessions and he came to admire the girl's tenaciousness, liveliness, and ability to achieve everything she set out to do. He couldn't be anything other than proud of her and her accomplishments.

He looked up and saw that his son had pinned Pan, facedown, into the ground. He was straddling her hips with his legs locked into her sides to keep her from squirming. His left hand was holding her head to the ground and his right hand was placed by the other side of her head to support his weight. He heard Goten whistle out a little 'cat-call' and clap his hands while Gohan let out a small laugh at his brother's antics. Vegeta smirked to himself. 'Gohan is the only man that could watch his daughter get pinned and straddled by a man and not flip his shit.'

Trunks leaned forward, placing his bare, sweaty chest into her back, increasing the amount of weight she had to deal with. "Ready to give, Panny?"

She smiled into the ground and turned so her face was slighty to the side. "Not on your life, Trunksy."

He smirked. "Oh, come on Pan. There is no way you can get out of this. Just tap out and admit it. I've won."

"There is always a way out, Trunks. I'm sure I can think of something."

"Now, now Pan. Don't shame yourself any further. I would hate to have to completely take you out in front of your entire family."

She felt him begin to relax and his hold on her hips lessen. She smiled a devilish smile and decided to take advantage of his little slip. Quickly she thrust her butt up into his groin, just enough to jostle, but not hurt him. Trunks was taken by surprise, and before he could recover, he felt himself being flipped over, Pan gaining the upper hand. She quickly maneuvered him into a full nelson hold and began to apply pressure onto his neck.

Trunks frowned. "You little sneak."

She smiled. "Like I said, there's always a way, Trunks."

She leaned down and placed her mouth a few inches from his ear. "Now who's being shamed?"

He felt a small shiver run through his body. Her breath on his ear felt pretty nice. It was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. "You sure are getting brave, Sweetheart."

She laughed at his term of endearment. "Hardly. Now come on, Baby." Tap out so we can go eat some more food."

"Only if you promise to stay over at my place tonight. You haven't stayed with me in over two weeks. I'm starting to get lonely in that house all by myself. I need your bright face to come and clear away the clouds."

"Does this slumber party include any movie that I choose to watch?"

He laughed. "Maybe if you're a good girl."

She stopped and feigned deep thought. "Deal. Now tap away."

Trunks laughed and proceeded to tap his fingers on the ground, signaling the end of the match. She slowly got up and offered him a hand. He finished getting up just as Gohan and Goten made their way over to them.

Gohan smiled and pulled his daughter into a loose hug. "Good job, Panny. You made your daddy proud." Pan smiled and returned the hug. Goten gave her a playful smack on the back.

"Now, Pan, why did you have to go and shame my best friend like that?"

"I was just going easy on her," denied Trunks. He tried to be serious, but he couldn't help a small smile from creeping across his face.

Gohan shook his head and turned to his daughter. "Well, your mother and I are going to head home. Don't stay out too late."

Pan laughed. Even though she was twenty and didn't live at home anymore, her parents still tried to baby her. She had moved out about a year ago and gotten an apartment with Bra close to Orange Star University. Her internship at Capsule Corp. paid her more than enough to cover her part of the rent and allowed her to live comfortably. She was in her junior year of college and had taken the research internship at Capsule's labs to help her in her undergraduate research for her Chemistry degree. She was a genius, just like her father.

"Alright, I'll call you in a few days. Bye!" She watched her father walk over to her mother and waved as her mother smiled and waved back. They took off into the sky and headed to their own cozy home. Goten excused himself next, explaining that he had a date with his most recent girlfriend, Tori. Bulma also said her goodbyes to her guests and dragged Vegata back into the house with her with a smug smile on her face. It was no secret what they did on Saturday nights, things neither Trunks nor Pan wanted to even begin to imagine. Bra walked over to Pan.

"Well, dear, when should I expect you to be home? Are you leaving now? Marron is coming over and we are going to have ourselves a nice girl's night in, you included."

Pan groaned. "No thanks, Bra. As much as I would love to watch Steel Magnolias with you for the millionth time, I already told Trunks I would stay with him tonight."

Bra frowned in response. "Well, I never liked you anyway." She then laughed and started walking to her car, where Marron was waiting. She turned back to Trunks and Pan. "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow when you get home. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Keep your hands to yourselves." She laughed with a wink and drove off, leaving Pan and Trunks alone in the yard.

Pan laughed to herself. She and Trunks were used to receiving these kinds of comments. They had been best friends since forever, and over the years, as they got older, began to throw a little friendly flirtation into their friendship. It was harmless, and everyone else thought nothing of it when it happened. Maybe there was some level of attraction, but not enough to create anything serious. She would have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not notice how attractive Trunks was. He was a god. Perfect face, perfect body, and perfect personality. Girls swooned if he even so much as walked by them. She knew she was lucky to be this close to the Adonis.

He turned to her and brought her out of her thoughts. "You ready to go, Panno?"

"Don't call me that, it makes me sound like a professional wrestler or something."

He laughed in return and took off into the sky.

She smiled to herself and followed him, ready for a night of rest and relaxation.

…..

They arrived at his large, oceanfront home. He had bought the house after taking the CEO position at Capsule Corp. in order to become completely independent. He had lived at home through college in order to stay close to his family and Pan, but once he graduated and took over the company, he had wanted to get out on his own. It was a very nice house out on the water, with a spacious yard and neighbors far enough away to where he wouldn't have to worry about them being able to peep into his house.

He slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open for Pan. She entered the house and immediately went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She heard Trunks close the door and head up the stairs while yelling down to her that he was taking a quick shower. She moved into the open living room and stared out the windows. She wanted to go for a quick swim. The sun had set at least fifteen minutes ago, making her wary of entering the ocean. His pool would have to do.

She walked out onto the deck and down the stairs to where the pool was. She could see the stars in the sky, and the faint light the sun was leaving. She looked around to see if anyone was walking through the forest or along the beach. Seeing no one, she proceeded to jump in the pool. The instant she hit the water, she could feel the pain from her her slowly forming bruises and small cuts begin to ease. She rose to the surface and pushed her hair back out of her face. She proceeded to take off her sports bra she had been wearing earlier and threw it up on the deck, along with her gym shorts and panties. She smirked to herself. 'I really am feeling brave today.' She couldn't help it, she loved the feeling of being free in the water, the feeling of the water brushing against her naked skin.

Trunks had just finished taking his shirt off and walked into his open bathroom when he heard the splash. He walked over to the large doors and windows that led to his balcony that faced the ocean and his pool. He saw Pan surface. He smiled to himself. She had always loved the water and knew that it made her feel at ease. The smile left his face as he saw her sparring clothes being thrown onto the patio. She had not turned on the pool light, so he could not make anything out that was under the water. It didn't matter, he could fill in the blanks. It wasn't like her hadn't seen her naked before. The first time it had happened, he had accidently walked into his room while she was exiting the shower and walked straight into the large bathroom just as she had closed the glass door. She had not been facing him and he had been too shocked to turn away. Her body was beautiful. She had creamy, lightly tanned, smooth skin. He noticed the curve of her back and how small, yet strong her form was. She had a perfectly rounded butt that was not too big, just big enough to be appreciated. Her long, slim, and toned legs seem to go on forever as he followed them to the floor. He had been so caught up in admiring her that he only notice she had turned around when he saw her perfect breasts jiggle as she gasped. He looked up into her eyes as she stared back at him with her mouth open.

"What are you doing?" She screamed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were up here. I came to wash my face really quick. I swear I didn't know!"

There was no towel around, so she could not cover herself up. Trunks just couldn't help himself. He had to admire the front as well. The perfect breasts, the toned arms, the tight skin on her stomach. Not to mention her Brazilian bikini wax…

"GET OUT!"

He didn't have to be told twice. He was out before she could find something to throw at him.

He laughed. She had been so mortified that time. The second time it happened she was at her apartment in her room getting changed. He had walked in just as she pulled on her underwear, but nothing else. She turned to him and he prepared himself for a verbal beatdown. Her face went from surprised, to agitated, to nonchalant, all in the span of 5 seconds. She stared at him and then just walked into her closet to get the rest of her clothes, her breasts bobbing up and down as she went. Trunks was shocked.

"You're not even going to say anything?" He couldn't believe this. Was this really Pan?

"What's the point? It's not like you haven't seen any of it before." She calmy replied from inside the closet.

And that had been her attitude since that day. Never again had she shown modesty around him. Not that he was complaining. She was gorgeous and he would have to be crazy to not enjoy that type of view.

He walked out onto the deck, just as Pan had done a few minutes before. He watched her swim under the water, just barely making out her shape from the light coming through the kitchen and living room windows. He removed his own shorts and boxers and plunged into the water himself. Pan felt the disturbance in the water and returned to the surface, turning in Trunks' direction. She watched as he surfaced as well, admiring his ripped body as the water ran down it. "Dende, why does this man not have a girlfriend?'

"I told you that you were feeling brave today." He smirked.

"Yeah, well, only because I know you won't tell anyone or try to force yourself on me." She winked back at him.

He laughed. "Yeah, that would fit well into a conversation. 'Yeah, I have this really hot friend that comes over and skinny dips in my pool, showers in my shower, sleeps in my bed, and sometimes roams the house naked.' Especially in a conversation with my family or yours."

She laughed. She was glad she could be this free around him. It was such a stress reliever to be able to throw off her clothes and be herself. Even if they were just friends. Very, very close friends…friends who see each other naked… and flirt shamelessly with each other. 'That sounds so… dirty when I think about it that way.'

He made his way to her side of the pool, the shallow end, and sat himself on one of the steps leading into the pool. Pan followed him over keeping everything except her head and neck under the water, stopping in front of him.

"You did very well today. I was surprised you held up that long against me." He bragged.

"Well, your dad is my mentor. Of course I'm getting good." She smirked back. He laughed and looked beyond her, out to the ocean. Pan followed his gaze. The sound of the waves crashing onto the beach was so soothing and relaxing. Pan was glad she agreed to stay the night with him. She need the break.

Trunks looked back to her form in front of him. He reached his arm out and around her and placed his hand on her lower abdomen, pulling her to him. She allowed him to pull her back onto his lap, the water making it effortless for him. She placed herself on his right leg, with her legs on either side of that. She could feel his member on the outside of her left leg and ignored it. He could feel the heat radiating from her womanhood, and lowered his right arm to rest across her left hip bone while he brought up his left arm to massage her back at the base of her neck. She let out a small moan of appreciation, slightly arching her back while leaning her head forward and grinding her hips against his leg. He couldn't help the moan that followed hers and tightened his grip on her hip. He continued his ministrations to her neck for a few more minutes before she turned to him, his hand brushing across her butt in the process. She looked him in the eyes and drew her face closer to his. She came closer and pressed her chest against his and she lowered her face and placed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, another to his chin, and a last one along his jawline.

She pushed away from him, allowing his hand to run down her hips to her legs and she made her way to the stairs. She walked out and headed to the doors that led inside.

"I'll be in the shower. Don't bother me." She went inside.

He smirked. He knew EXACTLY what she was going to do. Mainly because he was going to do the same thing…

…..

Pan moaned as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself. She was sitting in the long, glass-walled shower with her back against the wall and her legs bent up towards her chest. The steaming hot water was beating down on her from the showerhead. She imagined Trunks doing this for her, using his large, long fingers to bring her pleasure, to make her cum. Why, oh why did he have to be so attractive? Part of her felt wrong for imagining him as she masturbated. He was her best friend. But once their shameless flirting had begun, she couldn't keep the sexual thoughts out of her head. She had done this for years, hoping that one day her fantasy would come true. She knew it wouldn't, but hey, a girl can dream.

She began to pant and she neared her climax and pumped her fingers even faster. She let out a small scream as she came, immediately hoping that Trunks had not heard it. What would he say if he knew that she masturbated in his shower every chance she got?

Trunks had just finished with his own fun time when he heard a small scream come from inside his bathroom. He smirked. 'That good, eh? I could do better.' His own orgasm hadn't been too shabby either. Pan's body worked wonders in his mind. All he had to do was imagine the perkiness of her tits and he was almost halfway there.

He got up and went into his closet, finding a pair of boxers to pull on, before returning to his room and plopping down on the bed. Pan came out a few minutes later, wrapped in just a towel that reached just below the curve of her butt. She looked at his tired face and knew that he wasn't going to be up for a movie tonight. She walked into his closet and found a large shirt to pull over her body. It was one of his many Capsule Corp. tees that was far too big for her to wear on a regular basis. She pulled it over her head. It reached just a little above her knees. She hadn't brought any other clothes and she wasn't about to put her wet bra and panties back on.

She walked back out into his bedroom and layed down on her back in the bed with her head propped up so she could look out at the ocean. Trunks noticed the shift in weight in the bed and turned over to look at her.

"You're as tired as me, I see."

"Ha, yeah, you wore me out today."

He let a devious smile onto his face and raised his eyebrows. "Well, it's what I'm good at, Pan. You should know that. It's always you I'm wearing out."

She laughed and moved more towards him. He rolled onto his back and she placed herself against his side. She lifted her left leg and placed it over his and placed her left arm over his chest. He brought his left arm around to hold her against him and allowed his right arms to rub her leg up and down. Pan sighed with contentment.

"Trunks, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

He was taken aback by her question. 'Where did that come from?'

"Well, I haven't found someone that doesn't want me purely for my appearance or money. Every girl I see is so shallow and is only after my money." He looked down at her. "I want someone who wants me for me, not my bank account." His brought his hand up to stroke her outer thigh.

"You'll find her someday, Trunks. She's out there, you just have to keep hope that she will find you. Besides, those other girls are stupid, they have no idea what they are missing out on. If they knew the real you, the funny, smart, strong, caring guy that you really are, they would think twice about going straight for your bank account."

He smiled down at her. "Thanks, Panny." He gave her a small kiss on the top of her head.

"That is, as long as they can ignore your over-inflated ego, flirtatious ways, and arrogance." She smirked.

He gaped at her. 'Arrogant? FLIRTATIOUS? Oh, honey, I'll show you flirtatious…'

He lifted his left arm and gave her a small, but firm smack on the butt. Her head popped up and she looked up at him with an open mouth.

"I can't believe you just spanked me!"

"Well, babe, you were asking for it." He moved his face closer to hers. "And don't pretend like you didn't enjoy it." He winked.

She laughed. 'Two can play that game…'

She sat up and straddled his hips, and began to tickle him. He broke into laughter and went to grab her waist. Neither notice that her shirt was riding up and was not covering her lower half anymore. They continued to squirm about the bed. Trunks' sought to grab her somewhere else to get her off of him. He reached lower and felt the skin of her hips. He flipped her over so that he was on top. She stopped tickling him and laughed. Both of them were out of breath and spent a moment catching their breath.

Trunks lowered his face to hers. "I win." He panted out.

"Only if you consider screaming like a little girl for five minutes winning. Then, sure, you won."

He laughed and moved his hands lowered. He noticed his hands were not coming into contact with any fabric.

"You're not wearing underwear?" He asked, looking back up to her.

He laughed and moved his hands back and forth across her bare hips, up to her waist, and down to her mid-thighs. He repeated this a couple time and then moved himself down until he was between her legs. He could see her freshly waxed womanhood peeking out from beneath the shirt. He lowered himself closer to it and looked up at her. She looked back at him, her breathing increasing just slightly. He lifted the shirt a little, up to her chest. He started at her belly button and placed small, butterfly kisses all the way up to the bottom of her breasts. She stared down in amazement at him. Was he really doing this to her? She must be dreaming.

He reached up and pulled her shirt back down, returning to his spot on the bed. He lied on his side and drew Pan closer to him, placing her back into his front and again resting his hand on her hipbone.

"Goodnight, Pan. I love you." He kissed the back of her shoulder.

"Love you too, Trunks." She snuggled further into his embrace. She had a lot to think about as she fell asleep. The "I love you's" were a normal part of their routine. But why had he kissed her stomach? She pondered this long after she felt Trunks' ki lower and felt his breathing even out as he fell asleep. "Oh, well. It may be weird, but I am not complaining. We are just friends after all…" She said this to herself and fell asleep, her breathing pattern matching that of Trunks'.

They were still just friends. Right?

….

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-Santeria Sienna