Disclaimer: All the DB characters and thingies belong to Akira Toriyama and copyrighted by FUNimation. I, the humble kamaitachi, am merely borrowing. Don't sue me.
Notes/Warnings/What are you to find in this fic/chapter:
· P/? Find it out yourself! Don't let the first chapter/s fool you! *MBWAHAHAHA!!!* (evil laugh)
· I'm hoping to make two versions of endings. So, in the later chapters, I might make a story split. Please watch to which chapter should you continue from one chapter to another according to the version you'd like.
· This fic contains LEMON. If you think you can handle that, and responsible enough, go ahead. I'm not gonna say, 'Kids, go away!' or, '17+ only!' or stuff. Just be damn sure you're responsible enough.
· I'm still new at writing, especially LEMON. I don't usually write it (I don't have the guts to write the details. It's too embarrassing for me to write it down. *Gosh!*). So, please forgive me if this fanfic turns out to be a dissatisfaction, which I hopefully not.
Japanese terms:
Kaa-san/Okaa-san: mother
Tou-san/Otou-san: father
BTW, still no lemon yet in this chapter, although maybe a slight lime… ^^
Her Play
Chapter 1
She writhed under his body. His burning lips showered her with kisses. She held his head close to her chest, not wanting to let go, urging him to go even bolder and bolder every second. Soon, he reached behind her back to unclasp the barrier that kept him out of sight from her full blossoms. And when it was undone, he gladly savoured the beauty in front of his eyes. His fingers played with one of the tips, and his eager mouth suckled the other. Her lips started to escape a few moans of pleasure. It was making him harder and harder. She too had acknowledged this and decided to help him. She reached down to pull his zipper loose, signalling him he got her permission. He, too, started to reach the zipper of her jeans shorts, caressing her soft thigh on the way.
Being high in bliss, they were unaware of another person's presence who had stepped foot on the door way, looking at the two relish their own delight.
"Pan!?" the person cracked a voice.
The two lovers quickly turned their faces at the owner of the voice, sitting up, startled by the sudden interruption.
"Trunks!" Pan quickly grabbed the blanket to cover her bare chest. "Hi! Y- You- You come home early." She was blushing furiously, being caught by Trunks in this kind of state, again!
Trunks didn't bother her nervous made-up unnecessary greeting. "Put something on! I'd like to have a word or two with you, please," he said turning his back so he wouldn't have to watch her. He was going to wait for her to get herself decent.
Pan and her boyfriend just looked at each other nervously.
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"What the hell do you think you were doing?!" Trunks voice boomed at her. They were both now alone in Pan's room. Pan's boyfriend had gone home disappointedly. The maid had also gone home 3 hours ago at 7 pm, which was the perfect situation for Pan to be playing with her boyfriend, since Trunks wasn't supposed to come home before 1 o' clock in the morning that night. But, unfortunately for Pan, Trunks had cut all his agenda the instant he sensed something fishy with Pan was going on.
"Obviously, what did it look like I was doing?" Pan pouted her lips. Her fiery eyes were glaring death challenge at him.
"Would you please just stop it! How many times have I told you not to fool around? And don't tell me you're not, because I know exactly that you are fooling around!"
"Oh, c'mon, Trunks! Who are you to lecture me?! My father?"
"I may not be your father, Pan. But, your father had trusted me with you. Therefore, I am responsible for taking care of you. Please, don't make this hard for me."
Pan rolled her eyes. "It's not like he'll find out. Besides, it's not like a little fooling around is gonna do me any harm."
"Pan, you're only 16! You're still too little—still a kid. What do you know?"
"Hey! Wake up! In case you haven't noticed, the others have already been doing it in my age. Trunks, I can't believe you're so conservative—so old-fashioned."
"I am not being conservative. I just happen to have a good sense. Most of them don't know what they're doing. Only a few do. And you're not one of the few. You're still too immature for it."
"O yeah? How old were you when you first did it?"
"18!" He lied. He was actually 15 at that time, and he had done it out of curiosity. But, telling her the truth wouldn't help him convince her, would it?
"Liar." She wasn't that stupid to believe a guy like Trunks had his first time at 18. She would guess it was 15 at the least.
"Think whatever you want about me. But, let me tell you that I'm telling you all these stuff for your own good. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be sorry."
"What makes you think that I'd get hurt?"
"Pan, honestly, I don't trust your boyfriend. He's only using you. I don't know what for, but I know it by the way he looks at you, speaks to you—all he wants is play around with you."
"Do you think I don't know that? I do know, and I don't care. It's not like I'm not playing around with him either. Besides, who are you to care? Why should you care while I don't even do?"
"Should I repeat why? For your information, your father had trusted me to take care of you. He had trusted me to replace him and you're family in the Eastern State. I will not fail him, since he has my respect. I am responsible for you. And it's not just that, but I do too care because you're like a sister to me."
Pan smirked when she heard the last sentence. She got up and walked to the door. "A sister? Please, Trunks… do you really expect me to buy that?"
Trunks followed her out of the bedroom. "Pan, stop being so stubborn. You're making this very hard."
She stopped in the hallway. Trunks left the door open. "Look, Trunks, if you find it hard, if you don't like the way I've been, then why don't you just tell me to get the hell out of here?" She crossed her arms.
"What?! I can't do that. I'm responsible for you, damnit! And even if you weren't living here, I would still be in charge of your well-being while you live in the Central State!"
Pan made her way back to her room, while he was busy popping his veins. She quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Pan, we're not finished!" he shouted from behind the door.
"Whatever," she mumbled to herself. "You may not be, but I am." She decided to hit the showers first to cool her head.
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Why does she always have to be so stubborn?! I could've just blasted that door and continue yelling at her. But, it would still be useless, wouldn't it?
I don't understand her! Why did she have to be so difficult? Maybe it was just because of her age, or maybe it was just me over-doing my so-called responsibility. Damn right! The whole reason was just about Gohan's faith in me. But somehow, recently, it hadn't been the real reason for me—not exactly. Yeah, of course there was another reason: Gohan would kill me if she ever screws up! I would be at fault for not watching her well enough. But still, that reason wasn't good enough to explain my forbiddance for her.
Care? Yes, I do care about her. But, I had been lying when I told her that I cared because she was like a sister. I do still care about her, but for some reason that I didn't even understand, not because she was like a sister anymore. I'm confused. How did this all begin anyway?
I remembered. The first 2-3 months she lived here was fine. I had no trouble with her. Everything was normal. She concentrated on her school, and I concentrated on my work. Later on she told me that she was dating someone, and I told her that it was good. I figured that she would be more like those girls who play by the rules, who would just have a nice date at the movies, have dinner, and get back home, and would ever think about making love—not just having plain sex—when she feels ready and responsible enough to do so. But, I also thought the tomboy wouldn't have too much of a lovey-dovey relationship. So I thought of her having boyfriend wouldn't be different from her hanging out with just friends. Boy, I should've known how perfectly right and wrong I was. I had forgotten about Bra's story. I was right that Pan wasn't a lovey-dovey type. But, I was wrong about her being by-the-rule-girl. She was a fire-starter! Her boyfriend and her didn't have any love base. They were just… fooling around—having fun.
When was the first time I caught them? Well, there was this one day I got home early in the afternoon, due to some headache. I had never had such headache, maybe it was just those stupid contracts getting on my nerves. As I walked inside my house, I noticed two persons' ki inside the house. One was Pan's, and the other was small and unfamiliar. It wasn't my maid's since I had known that old lady enough to get familiar with her ki. Besides, my maid couldn't make it that day, because she was sick. Those two ki came from the kitchen. I wasn't that curious, though. I had guessed that maybe Pan had a friend come over. Reminding myself to always be hostile, and maybe get some cup of warm tea, I entered the kitchen to greet whoever there was.
But, once I arrived on the doorway of the kitchen, I was greeted by this shocking view: There she was, sitting on the counter, making out with a boy. The uniforms they had, told me they were from the same school. But, their shirts had been unbuttoned, and Pan's bra had been unclasped from the front, so that boy could touch her on the right place. Pan's hands weren't idle either. She was touching him, caressing him. Dende! I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, watching such steamy display. I found myself blushing at the sight of her breasts—they were not as flat as I had thought. Not too big, not too small, but just the most perfect roundness I had ever seen. But it wasn't just about her breasts. For the first time in my life, I realized that she wasn't the 6 year old, who used to cling on my neck anymore. She had grown into this beautiful blossom. Her body was nicely shaped and seemingly firm—it must've been the paying off of her regular training and sparring. She was beautiful from head to toe. Her jet black hair, her smooth neck, her breasts, her small waist, which made this beautiful curve to the hips, and those slim legs. Ah! At that time, how I wished it were my lips on her pink ones, and it were my hands which were touching her. But, no! I didn't wish for long. It was Pan I was looking at, not just some other woman I could sleep with. She was Gohan's daughter, for Dende's sake! She was my responsibility! And not to mention, she was my best friend's niece, and my far-younger sister's best friend.
Things got awkward once they had realized my presence. Introductions were done. And once I shook the boy's hand and look into his eyes, I already knew that he was definitely no good for Pan. She could sense that I didn't like him. So, when the boy was gone, she talked to me about it. I told her that if it was just for a short while, I wouldn't mind, and also, I warned her not to go too far with the boy. But of course, my warning went through from her left ear to the right. I caught them again about two times, and those times they weren't just going to make out anymore, they were… let's say… about to cross the line. Since that I caught them, automatically, I had just stopped them, and of course… left them hanging like mad. Soon enough, I got used to sensing it every time they were about to go for it, and not to mention catching them before the act. It was easy to sense it. I didn't know how my ki started to get sensitive when it concerned about Pan. What I could feel was, all of the sudden, I could sense her ki going up and down furiously in an unstable sort of manner—like she was going crazy or something. It was hard to describe. But, once I started to sense that, I quickly flew to pull her out of the situation—not a bad situation according to her opinion, rather good instead, but definitely bad according to me.
Dammit! This is starting to torture me! Why do I have to be so sensitive about this? The way my ki had always been reacting to hers had never made any sense to me. Maybe it would be better if I never knew… so that it would just happen without me worrying too much about her—she never gave a shit about it anyway. No! I have to protect her. Why? She could protect herself, but… It was like as if maybe it would be better if she wasn't going to do it with that boy—she deserves someone better. So… was it going to be okay with me if she was going to do it with someone else that I could consider good enough for her?? I tried to think about that. But, the image of her… doing it with anyone… well… someone… And the image of her… in that kind of state…
What kind of state, Trunks? My conscience challenged me.
Well… that! I couldn't find the most appropriate words.
That what…? That she was naked… that somebody else is kissing her, caressing her, relishing every inch of her body… her beautiful naked body…?
Whaddaya mean 'someone else'… As if I want her for myself?
Maybe…
Dende! I wished my conscience hadn't said that! I felt my body temperature getting warm—my face especially. And I could also feel… something down there between my legs… waking up! All because of the certain flashing images of… Pan!
"… You guys live together under one roof now, and you're a guy and she's a girl. You get the picture? …" Bra's words almost a year ago actually made perfect sense… Well, come to think of it, I could've… Maybe I was just a little jealous at the boy she was dating? Get a grip, Trunks! She's only 16, and you're 30! … … And she's Gohan's daughter!!
Maybe a cold shower would do me good…
T.B.C.
A/N: Phew! Few more fics to work on… I got a lot to catch up since my 6 months absent from the writing world…
Hmm… there you have it beloved readers… another chapter. But, still, this is just the beginning of the story. The real conflict isn't really shown yet. Even if you think there's a conflict already in this chapter, that's only about a tiny little step for more conflicts in the future chapters.
BTW, I suppose I'm making a little switch of attitude here… You must've noticed that in most fics, Pan's the good girl who gotta try hard to have Trunks. While Trunks is this bad boy, playboy, etc…
Anyways, there's still a possibility of T/P. I'm just gonna see how the readers react. But don't worry, P/? doesn't mean that it's P/someone-completely-unfamiliar-from-the-whole-DB-story-that-the-banged-in-the-head-writer-makes. ^^ Feel free to have a guess of possibilities if you'd like. But, you don't have to rush just yet, we still have a long way to go.
Thank you very much for reading, I really appreciate it. And I hope you still find some interest into reading the continuance of the story. If you don't, please tell me. (It means a lot to measure my writing skill)
Please don't forget to review. Flames, critics, feedbacks are all welcome. Thanx. ^^
Next chapter: … … … Well… read it for yourself! ^^
