Oh shit. It was too late, thud. Straight into his arms she had flown. Pan wriggled, as his lean muscular arms encompassed her. He brought his chin down to her ear, "got you". She wriggled more, thinking she could get out of his grip, when he whispered to her, it sent chills down her spine. She cocked her head up toward him, to get a good look at her captor.
Rated: M - English - Romance/Suspense - Chapters: 8 - Words: 32,986 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 11/25/2018 - Published: 11/28/2016 - Trunks, Pan, Goten, Bra