Pan and Trunks had laid out in the moonlight, ready for an attempt at sleep. Pan wondered what trunks was thinking about being locked out with her. She pondered and pondered the matter until finally she simply sat strait up and proclaimed, "I'm not tired."
Trunks sat up also, unconsciously scooting a little closer to her as he did so, "Neither am I."
"So what do you suggest we do?" She hugged her legs to her chest as impure thoughts rushed into her own mind, unbidden. She saw Trunks's chiseled eyebrows raise and wondered if he had seen her blush. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, and he replied finally, "I suppose we could just talk."
"Yeah, talk..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Okay, what do you want to talk about."
"M'm... When did you meet Bra?"
"When I was a freshmen at school. A Junior pushed passed me and I dropped my books. Bra helped me pick them up."
"Ah... Kodiak moment," Trunks teased.
"Fine, then, tease me if you want to but I get to leave this house tomorrow and you've got to stay here.... With your father!"
Trunks shuddered, not at the thought of dealing with his father as Pan had intended; however it wasn't the most pleasant thought in the world; but at the thought of Pan leaving and him never really getting to see her again, besides maybe a passing glimpse or two in the hallway. He didn't know why but he really did want to get to know her. Already she struck him as a charming, witty, beautiful girl... No, woman, he corrected himself as she placed her hands behind her head and he became painfully aware of the curves of her body.
"Okay then," Trunks spoke quickly, tearing himself away from his own thoughts, "Do you have a boyfriend?" It was the first question that had come to his mind, but he blushes as an inquisitive look crossed Pan's face.
"No, I don't, now if you're done with your personal probing into my solitary life, I would like to ask the questions," Pan smirked at him, teasing once again.
"Fine, be my guest."
"Ummmmmmmmm."
"You don't have any questions do you?" Trunks interjected, turning the joke on her.
"Smart-ass," She scoffed as she began to shiver. The night was no longer peaceful and cool, but freezing and deadly silent. Pan once again drew her knees to her chest and let her teeth chatter.
"Pan? Are you alright?"
"I wish I had brought a blanket out with me. Being locked out with a blanket is so much better than being locked out without one..." She chattered out.
Trunks shook his head at the shivering woman and moved next to her, putting his arms around her in a protective manner. She smiled through vibrating teeth.
"Your so warm..." She stated as her teeth began to still.
Trunks chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment. I guess I just have hot blood."
"You have sayian blood," She stated with pride and a bit of disappointment.
"You sound like my father, but not completely happy, Pan. What's wrong?"
"I guess I just wish I could be sayian."
"What are you talking about, Pan? You are sayian."
"Yes, but not in anyway I want to be. Don't you realize that the race is dying? With every new generation of your father's line and my grandfather's line the sayian blood is more and more diluted. I just think extinction is such a sad word."
"Yeah, if only Goku had been a woman then the race might have survived..." His words her grave but the twinkle in his eyes told her that he was teasing again.
"Granddaddy Goku? Why can't your father be a woman, huh?"
"Because MY father is the prince of all sayians! The Prince can't be a woman!"
"Wait, Trunks, there has always been something that bothered me about you family."
"Dad..." Trunks said sadly, nodding his head.
"No," Pan corrected laughing at his manner. "It's that if Vegeta's father is dead and Vegeta is married then wouldn't you be the Prince of Sayians, and Vegeta be the king?"
"Does it really matter without a race to rule?"
"I guess not..."
The two fell into a comfortable silence then, running out of topics to speak of. The night air still bit into Pan's skin but Trunks's arms around her kept her from being too cold. She was quite comfortable, actually. She shifted slightly so that she rested on Trunks's shoulder and chest, his arms wrapped around the front of her.
Darkness eventually came upon them and Pan's eyes began to droop. When her breathing steadied in sleep Trunks smiled at the little sleeping beauty in his arms and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. Pan's eyes flew open and she just stared at him a second.
It was then that Trunks could see the light in her eyes; a kind a confirmation to him that the wide-eyed, shocked look one her face wasn't one of disgust at all. It was the look that every man was born to decode. Without bothering to be embarrassed he told her affectionately, "Sorry, I thought you were asleep."
She bowed her head, not knowing what to do. She had never been caught in this type of situation before. What was that strange warm, fuzzy, slightly gushy feeling inside? She didn't think she had to go to the bathroom. Questions rushed through her head fasted than she could keep track of them. Then Trunks stopped all thought in process by leaning down again and kissing her on the mouth this time. She sucked in her breath and let him kiss her. His lips were gentle, undemanding and eventually she raised a hand, dragging her fingers through his soft hair. He increased the pressure of the kiss and gently prodded her lips with his tongue. She nervously opened her mouth to let him in.
She liked these new feelings he was sending through her. Her head was rushing, her limbs tingling, and she felt to full inside; giddy almost. He was exploring her, tasting her. His hands were softly caressing, touching her sides, stomach, hips, legs, and back up again. She was confused. How did this happen? Why was she making out with a boy she had known for not even a week? It wasn't right.
She moaned a protest into his mouth and pushed away. He let her go but was clearly disappointed.
"No, this isn't right," Pan whispered to him hoarsely.
"Why not, Pan?" Trunks asked her, softly caressing her shoulders.
"I hardly know you..."
"Don't you want to know me?"
"Of coarse... But I don't want to get to know you like this..."
Trunks sighed, "Okay, Pan. I understand... Maybe we should go to bed now."
"Out here?"
"No," He told her, pushing her gently off his lap and starting to float upward, "We fly to my window. At least I know that's unlocked."
She grinned up at him, "Why didn't we think of that before?"
"You're quite a distraction, Pan,"
She blushed, "So are you, ya know!"
"Yeah, I know."
She laughed and followed him to the large window around the north corner of the house. It was indeed unlocked and they entered easily.
"Well, Goodnight Pan," Trunks told her kindly, "Sweet dreams."
"You too, Trunks. I'll see you in the morning."
Trunks took her into his arms and hugged her to him. "Thank you for under standing," Pan whispered, her hands curled on his chest. He nodded, "Of course, now go on to bed. Its late, little girl; way past your bedtime!"
As Pan lay on the floor on Bra's floor, wrapped in her sleeping bag she stared at the ceiling and thought. She didn't mean to but the only thoughts that invaded her brain were of Trunks. Trunks's arms around her, his lips on hers, all those tingly feelings inside her... Why had she pushed him away? Was it really because she didn't want him to kiss her? No, the fond thoughts she was having right now were evidence of that. ~Oh well, ~ she thought, ~What is done is done and there's nothing that can be done about it now. ~ So she drifted asleep, dreaming dreams of a lavender haired Sayian with the most beautiful arms she had ever been in...
Trunks stared at the shadowy figures cast about his dark room as he was trying to sleep hours later. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? She was a wonderful girl but he had known wonderful girls before and they had never haunted him like this. He smelled her fragrance, saw her face, felt her hands on his chest again. He was obsessed and he didn't know how to stop being so. ~Why is she different, ~ He asked himself furiously, not understanding, ~What is wrong with me? It's not like I'm in love or anyth-~. All thought stopped in his head as his heart and his mind had a violent clash. He was in love. It made no sense at all but he felt a tremendous surge or protectiveness and warmth towards her, and his soul swelled with a new feeling he had never felt before. Love... Did she love him as well? He thought of how she had pushed him away and winced. No, probably not. All he knew now is that he wanted--needed--her to love him now. However before he let himself think of how to
win her over... Sleep... Dreams... Dreams of his dearest love...
Alright then, peoples, that's it! Hopefully my writing partner will come out with part 5 soon but that's up to her! Ja ne! R&R!
Trunks sat up also, unconsciously scooting a little closer to her as he did so, "Neither am I."
"So what do you suggest we do?" She hugged her legs to her chest as impure thoughts rushed into her own mind, unbidden. She saw Trunks's chiseled eyebrows raise and wondered if he had seen her blush. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, and he replied finally, "I suppose we could just talk."
"Yeah, talk..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Okay, what do you want to talk about."
"M'm... When did you meet Bra?"
"When I was a freshmen at school. A Junior pushed passed me and I dropped my books. Bra helped me pick them up."
"Ah... Kodiak moment," Trunks teased.
"Fine, then, tease me if you want to but I get to leave this house tomorrow and you've got to stay here.... With your father!"
Trunks shuddered, not at the thought of dealing with his father as Pan had intended; however it wasn't the most pleasant thought in the world; but at the thought of Pan leaving and him never really getting to see her again, besides maybe a passing glimpse or two in the hallway. He didn't know why but he really did want to get to know her. Already she struck him as a charming, witty, beautiful girl... No, woman, he corrected himself as she placed her hands behind her head and he became painfully aware of the curves of her body.
"Okay then," Trunks spoke quickly, tearing himself away from his own thoughts, "Do you have a boyfriend?" It was the first question that had come to his mind, but he blushes as an inquisitive look crossed Pan's face.
"No, I don't, now if you're done with your personal probing into my solitary life, I would like to ask the questions," Pan smirked at him, teasing once again.
"Fine, be my guest."
"Ummmmmmmmm."
"You don't have any questions do you?" Trunks interjected, turning the joke on her.
"Smart-ass," She scoffed as she began to shiver. The night was no longer peaceful and cool, but freezing and deadly silent. Pan once again drew her knees to her chest and let her teeth chatter.
"Pan? Are you alright?"
"I wish I had brought a blanket out with me. Being locked out with a blanket is so much better than being locked out without one..." She chattered out.
Trunks shook his head at the shivering woman and moved next to her, putting his arms around her in a protective manner. She smiled through vibrating teeth.
"Your so warm..." She stated as her teeth began to still.
Trunks chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment. I guess I just have hot blood."
"You have sayian blood," She stated with pride and a bit of disappointment.
"You sound like my father, but not completely happy, Pan. What's wrong?"
"I guess I just wish I could be sayian."
"What are you talking about, Pan? You are sayian."
"Yes, but not in anyway I want to be. Don't you realize that the race is dying? With every new generation of your father's line and my grandfather's line the sayian blood is more and more diluted. I just think extinction is such a sad word."
"Yeah, if only Goku had been a woman then the race might have survived..." His words her grave but the twinkle in his eyes told her that he was teasing again.
"Granddaddy Goku? Why can't your father be a woman, huh?"
"Because MY father is the prince of all sayians! The Prince can't be a woman!"
"Wait, Trunks, there has always been something that bothered me about you family."
"Dad..." Trunks said sadly, nodding his head.
"No," Pan corrected laughing at his manner. "It's that if Vegeta's father is dead and Vegeta is married then wouldn't you be the Prince of Sayians, and Vegeta be the king?"
"Does it really matter without a race to rule?"
"I guess not..."
The two fell into a comfortable silence then, running out of topics to speak of. The night air still bit into Pan's skin but Trunks's arms around her kept her from being too cold. She was quite comfortable, actually. She shifted slightly so that she rested on Trunks's shoulder and chest, his arms wrapped around the front of her.
Darkness eventually came upon them and Pan's eyes began to droop. When her breathing steadied in sleep Trunks smiled at the little sleeping beauty in his arms and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. Pan's eyes flew open and she just stared at him a second.
It was then that Trunks could see the light in her eyes; a kind a confirmation to him that the wide-eyed, shocked look one her face wasn't one of disgust at all. It was the look that every man was born to decode. Without bothering to be embarrassed he told her affectionately, "Sorry, I thought you were asleep."
She bowed her head, not knowing what to do. She had never been caught in this type of situation before. What was that strange warm, fuzzy, slightly gushy feeling inside? She didn't think she had to go to the bathroom. Questions rushed through her head fasted than she could keep track of them. Then Trunks stopped all thought in process by leaning down again and kissing her on the mouth this time. She sucked in her breath and let him kiss her. His lips were gentle, undemanding and eventually she raised a hand, dragging her fingers through his soft hair. He increased the pressure of the kiss and gently prodded her lips with his tongue. She nervously opened her mouth to let him in.
She liked these new feelings he was sending through her. Her head was rushing, her limbs tingling, and she felt to full inside; giddy almost. He was exploring her, tasting her. His hands were softly caressing, touching her sides, stomach, hips, legs, and back up again. She was confused. How did this happen? Why was she making out with a boy she had known for not even a week? It wasn't right.
She moaned a protest into his mouth and pushed away. He let her go but was clearly disappointed.
"No, this isn't right," Pan whispered to him hoarsely.
"Why not, Pan?" Trunks asked her, softly caressing her shoulders.
"I hardly know you..."
"Don't you want to know me?"
"Of coarse... But I don't want to get to know you like this..."
Trunks sighed, "Okay, Pan. I understand... Maybe we should go to bed now."
"Out here?"
"No," He told her, pushing her gently off his lap and starting to float upward, "We fly to my window. At least I know that's unlocked."
She grinned up at him, "Why didn't we think of that before?"
"You're quite a distraction, Pan,"
She blushed, "So are you, ya know!"
"Yeah, I know."
She laughed and followed him to the large window around the north corner of the house. It was indeed unlocked and they entered easily.
"Well, Goodnight Pan," Trunks told her kindly, "Sweet dreams."
"You too, Trunks. I'll see you in the morning."
Trunks took her into his arms and hugged her to him. "Thank you for under standing," Pan whispered, her hands curled on his chest. He nodded, "Of course, now go on to bed. Its late, little girl; way past your bedtime!"
As Pan lay on the floor on Bra's floor, wrapped in her sleeping bag she stared at the ceiling and thought. She didn't mean to but the only thoughts that invaded her brain were of Trunks. Trunks's arms around her, his lips on hers, all those tingly feelings inside her... Why had she pushed him away? Was it really because she didn't want him to kiss her? No, the fond thoughts she was having right now were evidence of that. ~Oh well, ~ she thought, ~What is done is done and there's nothing that can be done about it now. ~ So she drifted asleep, dreaming dreams of a lavender haired Sayian with the most beautiful arms she had ever been in...
Trunks stared at the shadowy figures cast about his dark room as he was trying to sleep hours later. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? She was a wonderful girl but he had known wonderful girls before and they had never haunted him like this. He smelled her fragrance, saw her face, felt her hands on his chest again. He was obsessed and he didn't know how to stop being so. ~Why is she different, ~ He asked himself furiously, not understanding, ~What is wrong with me? It's not like I'm in love or anyth-~. All thought stopped in his head as his heart and his mind had a violent clash. He was in love. It made no sense at all but he felt a tremendous surge or protectiveness and warmth towards her, and his soul swelled with a new feeling he had never felt before. Love... Did she love him as well? He thought of how she had pushed him away and winced. No, probably not. All he knew now is that he wanted--needed--her to love him now. However before he let himself think of how to
win her over... Sleep... Dreams... Dreams of his dearest love...
Alright then, peoples, that's it! Hopefully my writing partner will come out with part 5 soon but that's up to her! Ja ne! R&R!