Pan set a plateful of food before Trunks and poured him a small glass of country wine and then took a seat across from him, the view of the mountains before them. The sun would set soon, and it was summer time, so it was already nearly eight and the light of the sun was just about to ease into its final light for the day. He looked at his plate and his mouth watered. When was the last time he had had a home-cooked meal? Roast chicken lay before him with buttered turnips and steamed broccoli. He knew, vegetables picked probably from just that afternoon. He looked at the food, and over at Pan. She had rested her chin into her hand where she had placed her elbow on the tabletop. "Hungry?" she pondered as she heard his stomach growl. And she took up her glass of wine and said, "Be careful with this wine, it's homemade from a farmer down the road. It'll knock you on your ass if you're not careful." And he reached for his wine and took a small sip. It was tangy, earthy, and floral. Truly a woman's wine, but it tasted like Pan, and when he ate a big bite of chicken and took another sip he understood. The wine complimented the meal she had prepared.

And he looked at her once more, and said, "Bura said you don't drink." She sipped at her wine and took a bite of food and he waited for her retort. She swallowed, took another sip and licked those pert pink lips. And said, "I enjoy a glass of wine in my own home. Is that not allowed?" He merely nodded. "Of course," he agreed. And they ate, in quietness while the lands around her became quiet and the wind picked up bringing a cool summer air to blow across the fields. Cicadas began to quiet and in exchange crickets began to chirp. He looked at his now empty glass and Pan took up his empty plate and said, "Before we began eating I began filling up my tub outside. Would you like to take a bath?" Trunks looked at her, saw he waiting in the doorway and he slowly nodded. A bath sounded nice, something warm and cozy even though the summer air was thick.

He rose and she waved a hand as she rinsed the dishes, she said, "It's just outback. At the corner of the house." He unbuttoned his suit jacket and finally loosened his tie, laying the jacket and tie upon her couch before he began unbuttoned his dress shirt. His hands fumbled for a moment as he remembered her ripping her shirt from his torso. He felt himself harden, then heard Pan humming as she washed the dishes. And he slipped his belt off. Her mind was elsewhere. He continued to undress, right there within her living room before he finally stood in his boxer briefs. And he walked back out to the patio, easily finding a five foot wide barrel filled with hot water, steaming.

Yes, a bath will be nice.

And he slipped out of his briefs and eased into the large barrel of water. The rustic, hot tub, someone might call it was wonderful. He could feel his muscles relaxing until he heard the patio door open and close and Pan revealed herself. She held two glasses of that wine that had made his head just fuzzy enough to tell her yes to a bath. She tilted her head and then walked out to him. Trunks felt his face blush and she leaned her forearms along the barrel and smiled. "Do you want me to keep you company?" She reached the wine glass out to him and he took it up and set it on the lip of the barrel which was just wide enough to carry the foot of the glass.

He lifted himself off of the small bench within the barrel and eased over to her. She watched him with close eyes as his hand reached out from underneath the water and caught the nape of her neck pulling her close. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her. She smiled into his kiss and whispered against his lips, "I had not planned to seduce you, but you're just so..." she trailed off. "So what?" Her eyes looked into his blue ones and said, "Tempting." She set her glass down and the robe she had been wearing dropped, she began pulling her sports bra up and over her head, and then slipped out of her underwear. He watched her lift herself up and into the barrel and then she took a seat across from him with a small smile. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked as she rubbed warm water along her arms. She took up her glass of wine and took a long, deep gulp. "Yes," she admitted.

She was nervous and he felt a wolfish grin curl his lips. "Are you not afraid to be out here alone with a man?" he asked and his surprise could not be contained when her laughter erupted from her. She wiped the laughing tears from her eyes as she looked at him and finally said, "I'm sorry, what you said was funny." She waded over to him, causing the water to spill just over the lip and they could hear the water sizzle the heating element below the barrel. She hooked her arms over his shoulders and she straddled him, her head tilted to one side as she watched him and he said, "Why was it funny?" She leaned in to brush her lips across his and she whispered, "Because you actually believed Bura when she said I brought men home." His protest was muffled by her kissing him and then she pulled away and moved away from him once more. She sat just across from him, watching him and he frowned before he thought and then his eyes rested upon her once more.

Realization struck him hard. "She already spoke to you?!" he exclaimed and she laughed. "Yes, Bura knows I go to a man's home, I do not bring them here," she said. "I'm too selfish, and don't like to share this with anyone." She rested her arms around the rim of the barrel and smiled for him. And he gaped at her before her laughter fell past her lips again. Her foot rose beneath the water to tease his calf, she had lowered her gaze and he saw her peek up at him, flirting with him. "Trunks are you going to stay the night?" When he did not respond he saw her lean her head back and over the edge of the barrel. She sighed and he took his chance then to touch her. He stepped over to her, as he could reach the bottom of the barrel and his hand brushed her breast. She lazily tilted her head back up to look at him and he said, not answering her question, "This time, it's personal." Her eyes widened and he kissed her.

Pan stiffened underneath him and he pulled away, tracing his hands around her tucked in waist. "No rough and rowdy sex," he murmured against her neck, "we're going to just have sex. If it's soft, it's soft, and if it's hard it's hard. Got it?" He heard her finally take in a comfortable breath. "Thank Kami," she whispered in return. And her hands rose and they hooked around the back of his neck. She jokingly said, "Please don't break my tub, that's all I ask." He nodded and pulled her to him. Again, her feet couldn't touch the bottom, but he turned her away from him and she braced herself against the edge as he asked, "Are you ready?" Pan blushed madly, and admitted, "I've been wet ever since you walked in the door." Her hands unhooked themselves, and he took in a sharp breath through his nose and then his hand angled her hips and he leaned up to her, his tip touched her lips and he eased back onto the bench behind him, bringing her down to have her ride him. And suddenly she shuddered, her hands reached out, one snapping around his wrist, another around the back of his neck for her to hold on.

"Wait-"

"Nope," he growled and he caught his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her up, only to thrust her down onto him once more. He was going to tortuously slow and it was driving her over the edge, because he didn't know. And she had to tell him. "Wait," she whispered quickly, her eyes squeezed shut and Trunks said, "I said no." And she nodded, "I know…but ah, I'm going to-" He pierced her once more and she whispered, "I'm sorry." And her hand left his wrist and slipped down to touch herself as he thrust in and out of her. He felt her fingers brush him, but knew she was toying with her pearl and he growled. He did not want her doing that, until she suddenly tightened and clamped down on him and she stiffened above him, shuddering. His eyes went wide as he looked at her. Her shoulders were shivering and he remained perfectly still. Had she just…come? And then, her head turned to look at him over her shoulder. She carefully said, "My body doesn't hurt, but it's still sensitive from that time…" And then he lost it when she admitted, "I wanted to come at least once with you inside me."

His hands touched her, massaging her back, and pressing into the feminine curves he found. "Kami, Pan, I wanted to slowly, hell," he kissed her back, "I don't know what I wanted-" She leaned back against him, her back touching his chest. Her hand cupped the back of his head and she cuddled back to him. "That's why I said to just use me," she reasoned. She recovered from her climax and slowly eased up and down his shaft. He took in another breath in through his nose and out past his lips. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder once more, nipping at the skin, and his large hands came up to cup her breasts, gently kneading them and tweaking her nipples. She arched into his touch and he continued to slowly assault her from below. Pressing deep up into her every time she would lift up and rest back down into his lap. He penetrated her and listened to her moans as they echoed through the evening air. And then, she froze above him.

"Panny?" someone called. He froze. Her father's voice. She pulled herself up and off of him and panicked. "My dad!" she mouthed and he felt his heart stop. "I'm dead!" He mouthed back. She quickly looked around and whispered, "Lower your energy, NOW!"

"Honey?" Gohan called and Pan pulled Trunks behind her, bracing them until she finally acted. "Daddy I'm bathing, I'm naked!" she yelled just as she saw his foot go to round the corner. Gohan stopped and he said, "It isn't anything I haven't seen before." He tried joking with her and she rolled her eyes, "Not now dad, please." Gohan nodded and said, "Well, I came to pick up the turnips you harvested and then saw you have company." She stiffened and Trunks turned blue behind her. "Eh…well, yeah, I have company," she reasoned and Trunks's eyes rolled as he felt his head become light. This was how he died…and then Gohan said the one thing he didn't expect, "Well honey, you may want to take your activities inside….Grandpa mentioned something about it."

"Ah, Okay!" she said in return and with that Trunks leaped out of the barrel and made it to the patio door before Gohan said, "Oh and Trunks, hurt her, and I will murder you." Pan winced and eased up and out of the barrel. "Goodnight dad," she groused as she pushed Trunks into her home and whisked the curtains closed and locked the doors. She collapsed onto her couch and sighed heavily. Of course, that would happen to her, even though she was a twenty six year old young woman. She covered her face with her hands and sighed before she dropped her hands and looked at Trunks who was still standing there in shock. She laughed. And he looked at her. "I can understand if you want to leave," she said, then added, "this is not the first time he's done this."

"That's why you don't bring men home," he said and she nodded. "Yup." He pressed his lips together and shook his head. "Well, that wasn't enough to get me down so I'm good." Her eyes widened and her head snapped up to look at him, her mouth was slack and she merely stared at him. "What?" He shrugged, "Gohan threatening me is scary, don't get me wrong, but nothing compares to my mother catching me in the act," he reasoned. And again, her laughter sounded, the tension dissolved and she rose from the couch as his arms opened to her. He encased her in a hug, holding their wet bodies close. She leaned up to him, kissing him and they stood there, kissing like no one would see them. Her petite hands encased his shaft and he moaned into her lips as she gently caressed and tugged on him, while one of his hands caught a hard hold on her hair, while the other drew lazy circles down her abdomen before he leaned down and his fingers slipped against her wet lips.

She jumped under his touch, hers tightening carefully on him. He smiled against her lips and she saw his eyes flash. "Where is your room?" he asked quickly. She curled her arms up about his neck and said, "Are you going to carry me again?" she teased and he eased down and lifted her up and over his shoulder and she squealed with laughter. "AH! It's ha, ha, ha, it's down the hallway, in the back," she said and within moments she was splayed out before him upon her bed. The room was dimly lit, but he could see her spread out like a center fold. His hands traced her legs and he eased back into her, pinning her. Her back arched and his hand braced himself above her before he rested down onto his forearms, staying close to her. Pan caught the cast iron frame work of her bed and held on, as she could feel his gentle and slow pace became more and more definite, his hips would pulled back and then pound down into her again and again and suddenly he eased back and caught up both of her legs until her calves were on his chest and her ankles at his shoulders and then he pulled her legs in close and she felt herself tighten down on him.

"Oh myyy~y~," she cried out and his cock strained as she clamped down on him. And he took his chance then. Her hands claws at the bedding beneath them and he did as she had asked before. His energy levels increased and he watched in her eyes as they widened ever so often. And then he began to glow, his ki sky rocketed and he felt her tightened even further around him, but truly it was because he was swelling to a larger size. She was trying to hold on and she begged, "My legs…please, put em' down." And he dropped them to his sides before his strong hands caught her up and pulled her until her legs curled around either side of him and he said, "Hold on." And her eyes went shockingly wide as suddenly he went super Saiyan and his member throbbed with electricity inside of her. She convulsed in pleasure, her hands hooked around the back of his neck, holding on as his hips met up to hers. And she rode out the pleasure she felt only to feel her eyes roll into the back of her skull when the pad of his thumb touched her clit. And she cried out.

"Tru~u~unks!" she cried out and his eyes finally settled into the icy blue that they changed to when he powered up. And then, after one last thrust he came and he came harder than he had ever come before. His toes curled underneath them, and he felt her nails bite into his back, his energy was spent, and sweat was pouring out of the both of them. Pan panted while he was huffing and they sagged together, holding one another. His hair fell from its blond electric color and fell back into his face. She felt broken laughter fall past her lips as she barely managed to say, "Are you…eh, staying the night…?" she asked. "Will, you make breakfast?" he asked. "He, he, he, of…course," she laughed. He huffed and they collapsed into her bed and he pulled her close, curling himself around her. "Fuck yes."