Introspective the sequel...pt.16

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Introspective...the sequel Part 16 (or 15, but 14b actually counts as 15)

As they approached Tikar, Trunks urged Pan into her seat as he pushed Giru out of his piloting chair and all strapped in.

"We're entering atomosphere." Trunks said as the turbulence shimmied the ship and the planet crept ever closer. Soon the little ship was enveloped in a firey glow as Trunks sought to gain a visual of the ground below. Unfortunately for him, the cloud cover was a bit thick. He found land just as a mountain filled the viewscreen. Trunks immediately pulled the ship up and into a hard right turn. Having messed up his glide path, Trunks was too disoriented to correct the heading. Seeing a clearing that indicated a beach, he straightened the ship's heading and throttled down. With the decent still much faster than it should've been, the ship didn't land vertically but rather tipped and slid to a halt on its side.

Half stunned, Pan was the first to gather her senses. "Trunks! Haven't you learned to fly this thing yet?! Geesh, you've had enough practice with it." she groaned while rubbing her now sore arms.

"How was I supposed to--ah, geez, look, I haven't touched this thing in years. It's not like a regular plane or aircar."

"Next time let Giru fly."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement." Trunks gruffed as he slid out of his chair.

Pan stuck her tongue out at him.

"Back seat driver." Trunks muttered as he made his way past her and to the hatchway. From there he flew out, powered up into super saiyan and uprighted the ship to its proper landing position. He then quickly powered back down and returned to the interior of the ship.

"You should've stayed blonde. It suits the moment."

"Oh, now I get stupid blonde jokes? Next time, I'll make you get out and push."

"So you're already expecting a next time?"

"No."

"You said it."

"Did not. You assumed it."

"Did not"

"Did so."

"Did--Trunks, just shut up and---" Pan trailed as she grabbed him, pinned him against the wall and levititated so her lips could meet his in a luxurious and unexpected smooch. Trunks, being the more experienced of the two, quickly turned it into a lengthy, passionate one and turned the tide on his wife once again. The kiss broke only because the two needed a good breath of air.

"No fair." Pan softly spoke.

"No fair?"

"Yep, no fair." Pan said and dropped the conversation as she headed back into the bedroom and started to rummage through the bags they had brought.

"Genius intelligence and I still can't understand the female mind." Trunks muttered to himself as he followed suit.

Curiously, Trunks leaned against a wall and watched his mate. After several minutes, his curiousity got the best of his patience. "Pan dear, what are you looking for?"

Pan turned and looked at her hubby with amusement. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular. But the look on her mate's face was priceless. She loved it when he thought he knew everything and yet knew nothing. And his courage to inquire so he could fill in the missing bits was just something Pan had to toy with.

"Ummm...just something." she lied.

Trunks' head tilted slightly as an eyebrow raised. "Like what?"

"Something." she muttered.

What Pan neglected to factor in however, was Trunks' ability to sense strategic ploys. "Let me help then?"

Pan didn't reply, not even when Trunks closed the distance between them. He bent down behind her and stealithily moved into a striking position. Pan knew he was behind her and was expecting him to do something, but she didn't expect...

As light as a feather on a breeze, Trunks managed to position himself so he could lightly nibble on her ear. This startled Pan who was expecting something like a pounce.

"EEeeeyyaaahhh...Trunks...that tickles." Pan laughed as she tried to turn.

As she did so, Trunks' arms met her shoulders and prevented her from doing so. He then whispered in her ear. "It was nothing wasn't it?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Your search. Nothing. You were just teasing me."

"You're no fun when you spoil the game."

"Ah, but the game's afoot dear Pan. You just don't know it yet." he whispered then allowed his tongue to retreat from her ear, down her neck, and away. He backed off and let go of her shoulders then stepped into another portion of the room to get a couple of the bags and suitcases from the storage area.

All Pan could do was stare dumbly at his retreating form. She still held the expression even as Trunks returned with a couple of cases in hand. He looked at her with amusement once again. The frozen, stupified look on her face was simply adorable! But, Trunks was Trunks. He plopped two bags in front of her.

"Here, carry these. I'm going to set up the capsule home or a tent, whichever suits the area. If you want fresh food, then I suggest you grab that pole over there, dig up some worms or bugs and go fishing. Otherwise, it's capsule # 715 for dinner tonight." he said with a devillish smirk as he departed. Once he was outside, Pan screamed and Trunks' smirk became all that more grander.

She stormed over to the ship's entrance and yelled to her dear mate below. "YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!? EXCUSE ME!?"

Trunks ceased his scan of the ground around him and looked up at her with an expression of challenge. "This goes both ways Miss. I'm setting up house. You need to make yourself useful too. I suck at fishing, so you being a 'Son' and country girl, I presume you'd have better luck. The more we work together as a team, the sooner we can get to the fun stuff."

"And who voted you the choice to delegate tasks?"

Trunks thought for a moment before reaching for his wallet in his back pocket and pulling out his employee id card then pointed to the 'President/CEO' portion of it. "I do it for a living. I have experience in such. You got proof that'll best this?"

Pan considered shoving a ki ball up his butt, but decided it'll only delay the fun stuff longer. "Fine, I'll help, but I'm NOT digging up icky bugs."

"So you ARE a lady afterall?"

A ki ball buzzed just feet away from Trunks' right shoulder. Trunks didn't even flinch. "You still shoot like a girl too. Who would've known the tomboy had indeed become shadowed by lady essence." he taunted.

Pan let out a yell of disgust before launching into the air. Trunks expected this however. He powered up slightly and braced for her pounce.

Sure enough, Pan impacted onto him and sent both careening into the sand below. Pan formed another ki ball and held it to his face.

"You could, but it'll affect you as much as me. You like this face." Trunks said from his pinned position beneath her.

In disgust, Pan yelled and flung the ki ball into the air away from them. She then returned to her pinned hubby with an evil grin and devious shine in her eyes dominating her face.

Trunks boldy met her eyes with his challenging blues, urging her to go on with whatever she had in mind.

She leaned forward so far that their noses nearly touched. "YOU dig the worms and I'LL set up house."

Trunks smirked his patented Vegeta-style smirk. "Nope. Not in my job description. Wealthy, royal saiyans don't do tasks delegated to lower class saiyans." he taunted, knowing full well that such a statement would make Pan's blood boil.

"YOU-YOU--I'LL..." Pan sputtered, too angry to form words.

"You'll what?" Trunks continued to tease. Pan's anger would get in the way of her rational thought. This was a bonus for him.

Pan let out a yell of defeated frustration as she backed off , but not before giving her oh so loving mate a solid punch in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

Coughing in search of air to fill his lungs, Trunks made a mental note to be more cautious next time...and cover his gut from such an obvious tactic.

Moments passed in silence. Trunks dug through a couple of bags before he opted to approach his mate who was sitting on a large rock, plopping pebbles into the surf.

He came up and hugged her. She shrugged him off and pouted.

"How about we kiss and make up? I was only kidding around back there."

Trunks' request was met with middle finger jutting into the air.

"Oh, we're going to be like that eh? You're such a sore loser Pan."

"You're such a bastard Trunks."

"I am a bastard. The first-born, illegitimate son of Vegeta and Bulma. And my sister Bra is a bastardette."

"HaHa. You crack me up Trunks."

"I could do better. Want me to try?" Trunks joked before his voice lowered into a soft gruffled purr which signalled his intent.

Pan didn't respond. She simply let him lead into whatever he had in mind.

Trunks' eyes were half closed as he leaned towards her. Pan licked her lips in anticipation of a forthcoming kiss and her eyes simulated his. Sure enough, Trunks' lips met hers in a gentle, probing sort of way. While his lips worked hers, his hands caressed her body, sending her into shivers of eagerness. Trunks could control the heat and speed of his passion as if it was a professional hobby of his. He sent her body into a yearning state faster than a flash of lightening. Her breathing deepened yet sped up into a pant as his expert touch sought out and pleasured spots of her body that yielded the most sensual of feelings within her. His genius intelligence enabled him to learn these quickly and he'd already mastered and read her body like a memorized roadmap.

"Take me now, please." Pan softly growled. She wanted more of what he had given her in the ship and her patience was waning.

It was at that moment, all caressing and touching ceased. It took all of Trunks' conscious ability to control his own body's arousal state, but if this was going to work, he couldn't let the urge control him. He pulled back and stared at her wide-eyed, smirking all the while. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find out why he had stopped.

"Get us some fresh fish and I'll finish what I began, but not before." Trunks chuckled as he patted her nose with a finger.

"TRUNKS, YOU SON OF A---"

"Yes, my mother's one of those from time-to-time too." he laughed as he stood and began rummaging through the box of capsules he'd brought. With a poof, the domed capsule home appeared. And with another poof, a barbecue grill and picnic table. "I'll cook 'em. Heck, I'll even clean 'em. All you need to do is catch 'em."

Pan growled. "Want leeches with that oh high and mighty TEASE!"

"Leeches? Hmmm, no thanks, I'll pass on those. They may stick to our stomachs and fill us up too fast."

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! TRUNKS, ONE OF THESE DAYS!!!" Pan yelled as she snatched up the pole and trudged off to the nearby stream.

"I love you too honey." Trunks replied back and waved. Once she was out of sight, Trunks opened two more bags. Within them were candles, a stereo, some classic soft music disks, a fancy tablecloth, and some of Earth's finest champagne. Once he had the table and accessories all set outside, he prepared the interior of the capsule home by bringing in all bags,etc. they would need for the next few days.

Shortly after Trunks completed his tasks, Pan returned with three large fish in tow.

"Great! See I told ya you were a better fisher than I." Trunks complimented as he reached for the fish. Pan pulled them away from his grasp and formed a ki blast with her other hand then held it towards the fish.

"Finish what you started or this fishies get blasted into little burnt crispies."

"But that's supposed to be dessert."

"Well, I'm changing the rules. We have dessert first." Pan demanded.

"I never thought you'd stoop to the level of holding dead fish hostage." Trunks tried to say seriously, but failed completely and fell into laughter.

Thinking about it, Pan too, began to giggle. It was a pretty stupid sounding thing.

Trunks found yet another opportunity to play.

"We interrupt this program to give you breaking news. A hostage crisis is taking place. The enraged granddaughter of world champions Mr. Satan and Son Goku has taken three dead fish hostage. I repeat, three dead fish are now hostages. What will be her demands?" Trunks said in perfect imitation of a ZTV reporter. He held out his imaginary microphone for Pan to reply.

"Sex, NOW."

"Well, there you have it. She wants sex. Now, is it ordinary sex or some type of special sex you are demanding? And with whom are you considering fulfilling these demands with? Inquiring minds want to know!"

"Shut up silly and get serious." Pan laughed as she slapped his hand away.

"Me? There you have it folks. She wants to sleep with this sexy, totally cool, well-to-do corporate- president-turned-reporter. Well, I guess I can't deny a lady her wishes and I never pass up an opportunity to save the undefended. I shall save you dead fish! I swear it! If it takes every last sperm to do so, I will free you from the tyranny of this firey woman!" Trunks replied as heroically as he could, but laughing through most of it. He even tried to take a page out of the Great Saiyaman's book and do some poses, but he was laughing too hard to complete them.

Once Trunks had laughed enough, he got serious. Pan reacted by doing the same.

Trunks fulfilled his lady's wishes and every desire and once the deed was done, he began to laugh once again.

"Trunks?"

"Uh, now, hand over the dead fish please? I was hungry before, but now, I'm STARVED! And, I think I'd best refuel in case firey woman takes something else hostage." Trunks chuckled then turned serious. "Honestly though Pan, the dinner won't be nearly as romantic as I planned it now. We were supposed to slowly simmer into a heated, passionate climax."

"Whups, sorry. I'm impatient."

"I know."

"Hey!"

"Hey what. You are."

"I just said that."

Trunks sighed. This honeymoon was certainly going to be a memorable one.

The week flew by as the two learned how to live with each other for the first real time ever. They bonded and shared many of their deepest, hidden thoughts and feelings with each other. It didn't take much time at all however since they had been close friends before opting to take it one large step further. Both enjoyed their time together,relaxing, playing, joking, even fighting as they lived out this week of peace and privacy. But time isn't always a friend and soon, it was time to return home to the hustle and bustle of life on Earth.

to be continued...