A/N: Whoo-hoo, the third chapter…And yes, we're still in the NC-17 part of the story. Just this one and the next, and then we will get back to the straight R. Speaking of ratings, if you thought Trunks and Hinagiku were bad last time, wait till you read Pan's tale! Oh, and to my dismay, I do not own any part of DragonBall, which really bites.
Dark Season
"Never judge a spell by the individual who casts it.'
Chapter 3- Amber and Fool's Gold
"Ooooo, Trunks, when I get my ands on you…" threatens a disgruntled Pan. Vegeta had ordered the remaining 'children', as he distastefully called them, to go find his son when the younger male-royalty was discovered missing that morning.
When they were well out of hearing distance, Goten had decided that the three of them could cover more ground if they split-up. Her uncle had stated that Pan could easily take care of herself, so he and Bra had flown off in a different direction while the quarter-Saiyan searched a thick area of the far-surrounding jungle.
Up till now, she had been sticking to the high-road, but after falling I quick-sand, being stung by a horde of wasps, having green cocoanuts thrown at her by blue ape-like creatures, nearly being eaten by an overgrown houseplant, and for the thousandth time being hit in the face with a twig, Pan is about ready to kill someone.
Preferably Trunks.
A sudden moment behind her causes the young teen to jump into a fighting stance and power-up to her maximum. If it wasn't the Saiyan no Ouji, she is definitely going to whomp on whatever has distracted her so rudely by frightening her.
"Trunks?" her voice calls weakly, hoarse from all of the walking in the humid foliage, "Is that you?"
The only sound that can be heard are that of the dense rain forest, not one of them the desired half-Saiyan.
"Show yourself, who or whatever you are!" she yells, trying to hide her nervousness.
Nothing.
Sighing, she relaxes and begins to walk away. Without warning, something grabs her from behind, forcing a cloth over her nose and mouth. Before she can defend herself, Pan gasps, inhaling the toxins in the material. Instantly, she loses consciousness.
Slowly, the young female reawakens with a throbbing headache. Trying to make sense of what has happened, her dark amber eyes dart around in her head. What they lock and focus on sends her into a state of panic.
"Who are you?!" demands the adolescent fighter, finding herself in the arms of a man.
"Solo," replies his soft, maple voice. The male had long, fiery-red tangles atop his head, handsome, tanned skin, and dazzling gold eyes; yet, the spheres are not exactly pure ingots, for they appear to be hiding something. Something exciting, colorful, and spontaneous, but held back to keep a moral calm. The more appropriate shade to call them is pyrite, "Fool's Gold".
What she notices nest greatly alarms her- she is completely nude.
"WHAT THE-" Pan begins to cry, but is cut short by something soft pressing against her lips. Her eyes widen when she recognizes it as a pureblooded Saiyan's tail. The appendage flicks playfully against her nose as she stares in amazement at it; the coat of it is the same as his head locks.
"Trust me," assures the stranger, gently pulling her body from its cradled position so that she sits-up. He, too, is without clothes.
"NO!!! I WON'T LET YOU!!!" she screams, realizing his plans and begins to struggle. Her efforts are in vain as he wraps his strong arms around her torso and holds her close.
"Pan…" he serenely whispers in her ear; she stops moving.
"H-how d-d-do y-you know m-my name?" she trembles, staring at him with shock and bewilderment.
The Saiyan shrugs, looking somewhat saddened that he cannot answer her.
"It will not hurt much if you do not oppose it," he continues, gazing directly into hr chocolate eyes.
"But-"
"I know: we just met. I not truly understand, either, but my heart tells me it is right. Please, listen to your heart."
Gently, he places two fingers over her eyelids and closes them. The girl takes in his words, and lets the sound of her inner pulse fill her.
"He is much stronger than me," he mind wanders, "No way I could defeat him. But… he's not as strong as Trunks, I can feel it…Why had he brought me here, and why does he want to have sex with me?"
A part of her subconscious abruptly opens before her, answering all of her questions, as well as others that were bound to be asked:
He has brought you here to provide a safe place while you are mating, and has chosen you to be his life-mate because he values the good qualities of you greatly. Due to the fact he could have beaten you in combat, he choose to take you and not cause you pain; generally, a male can have any weaker female he wants, but he can only have one, for Saiyans mate for life. By instinct he knows your name, and by instinct, you will become his, and he will become yours.
Pan snaps back into reality, scanning her surroundings at this moment. It appeared that she is in an enormous in-set ledge. A small barrier of bark and gigantic leaves had been created around the edge to create more of a closed atmosphere and prevent any unwanted creatures from letting themselves in. Navy drawings and colorful feathers decorate the stone and wood walls as the sound of crashing water verifies that a waterfall is just outside their door.
During the time she had been thinking, Solo had fallen back upon a soft pile of brown animal skins that served as a bed. He was huge by any means; the male is at least 7 feet tall, making the 15 year-old feel dwarfed. His age comforts her somewhat- he couldn't be more than 20, as his facial features are too smooth, but are well built.
Her eyes travel from his handsome face down his body, stopping at his manhood. She inhales deeply- it is considerably large as well. A dark idea sparks in her mind at this instance. Glancing up to distinguish if he is watching or not, she muses over the wicked thought. Seeing that his eyes are closed, the onyx-mane warrior decides to fulfill her sinful fantasy. Solo shouldn't mind- she is his, and would be merely expressing her desire for him. In the past, she had always dreamed that she would be with Trunks, but she would never be with him now. Now that she thinks about it, couldn't care less about what happened to the Saiyan Prince. Oh, what malevolent fun this would be!
Smiling evilly, the female leans over and graces the tip of his jewels with her tongue. Solo's eyes snap open suddenly and he beings to pull back to sit. She in turn grasps his rising knees and pushes down on them, stopping him from going any farther. Wrapping her lips around the pinnacle, she slides her tongue seductively around it. His breathing quickens and becomes heavily; he didn't expect her to do this! As she slides down further, he can't help but question if it is too much for him to handle, but the last thing he wants is to turn her craving off. Groaning, he throws his upper body back down on the mattress, sprawling his legs so his woman has an easier time working her 'magic'. A perverted grin grows upon his face as sticks his Jack all the way in her mouth and presses her lips against the skin between his legs.
"Dende, it almost hurts to take him in!" Pan thinks to herself, "He's enormous!"
He fiddles his toes and ankles as she savagely licks his balls and breathes over his soft curls. What would intercourse be like? The pureblood can't imagine anything except that it would be an amazing experience, especially with this girl! His crimson tail sways and jerks with her moments, her delicate hands running up and down the backs of his thighs as she sucks on his erecting cock. Finally, he can stand it no longer and releases himself, grunting as she hungrily drinks of it. Yanking her off of his member by her hair, he brings them face-to-face, glaring at her.
"Are you expecting me to do something for you know?" interrogates the infuriated male.
"N-n-n-no," she stammers, tears coming to hr eyes. What had she done wrong?
"I am sorry to disappoint you, then," he grins, showing that he is only faking anger before flipping her own her back and knocking the wind out of her.
"Solo, what in-" his mate begins, but then breaks into a deep gasp as he softly blows on her bush.
"My turn…" he smirks, parting her folds gently with his fingers and sliding them around, causing her to groan with delight.
Wanting more, the Son girl straddles her legs from him, opening herself to him. Chuckling, he moves his middle finger up to her clitoris, pushing the hood back and circling the nerve ending. Her eyes light up and she shrieks, her most sexual stimulate being touched in just the right way. A grin with animalistic fangs stretches from ear to ear on the scarlet performer's face as he pinches it, forcing her to shriek louder, and then starts to push his other center finger into her. He feels her heartbeat jumps wildly as he drives the imitation deeper into her tube.
"Pan," breathes the actor, still grinning, "You wet inside."
She moans loudly in lustful pleasure as both points of her lower half are stimulated at once. Fuck Trunks! She hopes he's in Hell! He could never do this! Solo is her god! Gleefully, she throws her legs around his back and pulls him down, pushing his head into her flower. He nips her skin, sending a joyful shiver through her. Goosebumps rise on her skin as his mouth kisses her mons and darts his tongue through her inner lips. As before, he slips up into the hood, stroking the tiny, fleshy ball, mixing saliva with discharge. Pushing his head up against her, the male drives his instrument of speech down to her hymen, all the while shortening the time to her climax. Barbarically, he thrusts his tongue into the opening, tasting her insides.
"Ooooooooo," his mistress whimpers, "Solo…"
In a torturous manner, her partner sucks on the entrance, finally breaking her composure. Screaming with ecstasy, she frees the boiling fluid within her, which he enthusiastically swallows down. With no more to do, the crimson-topped Saiyan at last pulls himself back up from her lower region and lays at her side, panting for air.
"Are you okay?" questions the other with come concern while licking some of the left over juice on her face.
"No," he answers flatly, sitting up.
"Why not?"
"I still virgin."
She giggles and crawls over in front of him, making her way to his lap. Playfully, she nuzzles her face into his chest, causing him to smile. He gently grips her hips, spreading them apart once more, and places her legs around his waist. Blood rushes to the smaller adolescent's cheeks, the position actually a bit awkward even after all of that.
"I hurt you if we do normal," he sighs, "I too big. Do not mind this way?"
Putting a hand behind his neck, she brings him closer and locks her lips with his, while his large hands run down her shoulders and onto her breasts. He squeezes her mounds softly, letting his tongue dance in her mouth. She brings her other arm around his upper back, raising herself off of his growing stick. Moving his palms down, he pulls her nearer, rubbing his opened hands against her tight buttock.
Finally, the giant warrior shoves his mate downward, forcing his cock into her. A scream escapes her, human sense returning. Why in hell am I letting him do this to me?! 'Listen to your heart'! What kind of bullshit is that?! Dende damn it! This motherfucker simply seduced me! I didn't instantly fall in love with him! I cannot believe I gave him a blowjob as well! And I swallowed!!! That's so~~~~~o sick! I was supposed to lose my innocence with Trunks, not this rapist! Dende, Trunks! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I truly am yours, and only yours! I promise when I get out of this, I will do whatever you wish the next time I see you! I love you, Trunks!
All this time, the quarter-Saiyan had been flailing about, hitting and scratching her partner. Fed up with her sudden resistance, he slides out, takes her firmly in his arms, and walks over to the barrier of the ledge.
"LET ME GO!!!" she cries, knocking him in the nose. He yelps sharply, blood running down his upper lip, then rips away a large wooden plank, revealing a small cache with a spring of water falling from above. He drops her in it and storms off, leaving her to clear her mind.
The water that falls upon her naked body causes her to shriek, first from its surprising touch, then from its freezing temperature. Quickly, she scrambles out of the nook, shivering, and tries to find something to dry-off with. Grabbing a hanging black cloak and throwing it over her, she rushes to the opening in the fence, planning to escape. Water as clear as glass falls a few feet away from the portal, crashing below in a white fog. A dense pine forest stretches to the horizon, not one part of it meeting with jungle; she is far from the ship.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she abandons the thought of simply flying away; she probably would lose herself in the woods, and from there, her fate is uncertain. Pulling the cape snugly around her, she contemplates her other option, her Saiyan side stepping him.
You are the one that seduced him. He felt your aura hundreds upon hundreds of miles away and it enticed him to fetch you. If you wanted, you could have had him simply please you and not do anything to him if you said you. This Solo is putty in your hands- he is so attracted to you, he did everything he could to keep you from getting hurt. Normally, a day of rest would be called before interaction; he desires to be yours and will do anything to please you. A fine choice, he is, too: healthy, strong, tall, quiet, handsome, and comes with a wonderfully massive package. Go and finish what you started; the offspring you'll give birth to for him will not disappoint you, and neither will the process.
After summoning her courage, the quarter-breed walks stiffly back to the bedroom. To her surprise, the large male is curled-up in a ball, the sound of weeping muffled. His tail hangs limply over the side, illustrating his dejection. Cautiously, she tiptoes quietly to the collection of furs and crawls over to him. He turns slowly on his back, glaring at her with those yellow eyes reddened with tears. Trying to appease him, she wipes his drops away and kisses his forehead. Then she lets the robe slip off of her, letting it fall in a evocative style, hoping it will interest him.
"You want it?" Solo asks bluntly.
"Why wouldn't I?" replies Pan, desperate to make him feel better.
"Take it."
He makes no movement toward the young female, only watches. She, on the other hand, had suddenly become impatient, and climbs on top of him. The soft cushion bends under them as their weight combines against it.
"I'll give you one last chance to lead," she offers as she moves into position.
The older being just turns his head stubbornly.
"Fine," shrugs the Earth girl, and slams herself down on him, plunging his manhood deep into her. In a way, she was lucky that his subconscious isn't as bull-headed as he was acting, and his cock had been more than read to enter her passageway once more. To her misfortune, it hurts like hell, and she has to use all of her strength to efficiently rock both their hips. Glancing up, she sees him clenching his teeth, attempting to not move with her, trying to punish her for her defiance.
"Solo," she whispers enchantingly, "My Solo…'
"Pan!" he yells, grabbing her arms, and pulls the rest of her down, wrapping his long, muscular legs around her slender, petite ones. His mate groans as he bucks energetically, his pride moving in and out.
"Oh, yes!" squeals the smaller Saiyan, "Oh, Dende, yes, yes, yes!"
"Havoc, you bastard!" the other shouts (A/N: If you're too stupid to figure out whom he's talking about, I just made it up. Havoc to him is the equivalent of Dende to Pan), "Damn you for keeping me away from this woman!"
"Solo!" interrupts his partner, "I can…feel you…inside me! You're…huge…tremendous…mmmmmmmmmmmmm! You…feel good!!!"
"Oh, Havoc, Pan! I'm fucking you! Damn everything! I'm fucking you! I'M FUCKING YOU!!!"
Faster and faster they move, their lust for one another great and demanding. Without warning, he grips her hard. The girl's dark brown eyes widen; she hadn't given a thought to how intense his ejaculation would be. Hurriedly, she buries her face in his chest, and clasps the hide below them, bracing herself as best she can. A second later, he thrusts violently, letting his semen wash into his womb. She bites into his flesh, stopping her scream, and swallows the free-flowing blood to calm herself. Her mate gives a guttural gag and carefully pushes her off of him, letting her slide onto her stomach.
"No,…Solo…" moans the young fighter, "Please…don't stop…"
"No," he gargles, "You too weak."
Before she can object, he rises to his feet. As he walks around to the other side, yawning, she stares at his reddened, but still prepared, jewels bounce up and down, grinning a little. He eyes flick up to his face as he gets closer, smiling sweetly as he lifts her into the air and carries her away.
"Why you stare at dick?" he implies after a time.
"I was not starring at your dick!" she retorts.
"Not bad thing."
"Alright, so I was for no reason."
"No more b.j.s without permission."
"I WAS NOT THINKING ABOUT GIVING YOU ANOTHER BLOWJOB!!!"
"Not bad thing, either, just need to ask."
"I was not thinking about that."
"Then what?"
"How I want you to," she bites her lip, trying to think of a gentle way to put it, but gives up and decides to be vulgar (A/n: Actually, this is my feelings ^.^), "Shove your huge, delicious penis back into my vagina and fuck me until you can't fuck me anymore, and I don't care if the equipment stops working, I just want you to get back inside and rock your hips!"
He stops, going pale, and looks at her with large whites, immeasurably shocked.
"Please," she continues, raising an eyebrow, "After everything we've gone through, you can't expect me to be that decent. What I find strange is you have better grammar when we're having sex."
"Only in work and extreme emotion surges," he grins sheepishly as he resumes walking.
At last, he halts, and slowly places her in a warm pool of water. The open ceiling lets the high sun heat the blue liquid below. Small, ruby blooms dot the walls, while soft, jade moss drapes over gray edges. Ripples of steam escape into the air as the full-blooded Saiyan joins his mate.
Carefully, he pulls her to his chest, kissing her forehead before beginning to lightly rub something that hadn't been there before. She jumps in fright, throwing her arms around him, her subconscious relying on him to protect her. He chuckles warmly, rocking her in his arms.
"Pan," coos the gentle giant, "You grew tail."
"Oh, Solo," she sighs, melting into his span, "You big lug."
"I love you, Pan."
"I love you, too, Solo."
He shifts slightly, letting go of his grasp, and pushes her up against an underwater ledge, perfect for sitting. Passionately, he locks lips with her soft, poinseta petals, and places his folded legs around her waist.
"I am push-over" the shaggy red-head admits, advancing his body closer, "Ignorance of age fault."
"Awww, don't' say that," comforts the elfin female, "Even though you may appear to not be very smart, I know you are a wise, young man."
"Not man- I seventeen Earth years. Need 21."
"You're seventeen?!"
"You mad?"
"No, not at all! I'm just…surprised! I mean, you're so big!"
"Must run in family."
"What do you mean?"
"I bio-creation, created by King Cold's rebel scientists."
"What happened to them?"
"I destroyed them. They cruel and hurt me."
The younger teen bites her lip; she doesn't know what to say. I tear runs down her cheek, painful thoughts of her handsome Solo being beaten and insulted by those awful creatures that Gohan had described when she was little.
"I'm sorry," she finally murmurs.
"For what? Not do anything wrong recently"
"I'm sorry you were put through that. My father remembers when he and others had to fight King Cold and his sons, and he told me about them."
"…Nose still hurt…Oh, well, ummm, Little Onna easily defeat all blindfolded!"
"'Little Woman'? Is that what I am?!"
"How old?"
"Fifteen, almost sixteen."
"Then fit, beautiful Little Onna."
A tan index finger softly presses her lips before she can speak, and he bit by bit slides his cock back into her. She gasps, falling into him, and grins triumphantly. He is a pushover, she thinks, but he's my pushover. Trunks would stand firm and be the Vegetan ass he really is. Thank you, Dende, for giving me my beloved Solo.
Excitedly, she throws her weight against him, knocking him back a bit. He smirks, transforming into a Super Saiyan, and bucks back. It was her choice to have his enormous bulk on top of her petite body, so he doesn't pity her as he rocks with all his might. In fact, he is proud that his mate is persistent and doesn't take 'no' easily if she immensely desires something. Being too weak doesn't matter.
Her erotic moans and sighs stimulate his ancient blood. Slowly, he leans over, shoving her upward, and places his lips on her neck. He sucks the skin at first, causing her to giggle evilly. Then, his canines break her flesh, his open mouth drinking the red liquid that spills from her, while his shaft leaks into her womb with his hot seed. Pan does nothing to stop him- this is how it should be.
The son girl's eyes snap open, and she suddenly sits-up. Had it all been a dream?
No, her mind concludes after she realizes where she is. Everything, especially Solo, had been real. She was resting upon the arm pile of hides and exotic blue feathers, but what had thrown her off is that her mate is not lying beside her. Not a big deal, though. In her heat, she can feel that he would return, and was out of their den for her needs.
Yawning, she stretches and bounces to hr feet. If he were out for her, she'd have to do something for him. As she rushes out into the other room, a hand grabs the ebony cloak, the other a small woven basket, and flies out of the opening, throwing the black shawl over her. Barely missing the waterfall, she jets down to the forest below.
Light seeps through the clustered pine-tops, giving the atmosphere of the floor a green glow. The sounds of birds fill the wood as the quarter-Saiyan lands upon the soft, damp carpet of leaves. Scents of opening cones and winter needles wrap around her warmly, now and then mixed with snaps of wild cinnamon or ginger. It is summer back on Earth where she lives; warm sandy beaches, rich surf, laughing friends and family, all waiting for her back on the small blue home world.
How were her friends and family? What were Goten and Bra doing right now? How was their initial search for Trunks going? And her mom and dad? How were they doing?
"Pan?" calls a voice from behind.
Turning suddenly, she slips on the brown floor, and finds herself back in Solo's arms his warm laughter chases her loneliness away as he lifts her back on her feet.
"Oh, solo," she whimpers, hugging him tight, "Don't ever leave me."
"Little Onna," he smiles, squeezing her tenderly, "I never go willingly."
"Promise?"
"On honor."
Grinning victoriously, the male seems to change the subject by facing her toward he waterfall. Her jaw drops as her eyes meet an enormous carcass of a prehistoric-like beast.
"Think enough?" asks the older teen.
"I'm sure that will last us at least a month!" his partner exclaims.
"Thought not last two days," shrugs the other, lifting her up onto his shoulders, "You not hungry?"
Pan cannot help her mirth, and clasps her thighs affectionately around his head. Her man may be a being of few words, but his actions sing verses of his love for her and of life. A tear of joy rolls down her cheek as she realizes she would not have it any other way.
Life upon the strange, new world is somewhat a routine. The alien would greet the dawn alone, collect the fruits of the woodland in that day, and whisper "Till tomorrow" to the setting sun with the fire-maned and golden-eyed Saiyan. Their nights made up for more than the solitude during the light hours, and the bond between them never halts in growth.
So a little less than a month later, everything seemed normal, and nothing, other than what was brought home for the evening meal, or what would happen in bed afterwards, appeared overly strange to either of the. The day's flow would run its course, unceasing, hardly changing.
That steady course hit a boulder that day.
Pan sighs as she lays upon a grassy knoll overlooking a small meadow, watching the soft clouds float gently by. She missed Solo during the day, and wishes for once he'd spend the sunlight hours with her. But that cannot be fulfilled easily, as he needed to bring big game home every night; surprisingly, little is left of the meal when they laid down together. Her hunger was constantly growing, but her mate doesn't mind at all.
"Pan?" calls a voice from behind her.
Before she can respond, she finds herself in the arms of a strong fighter. It isn't Sol, the voice was different, and it is a male. Remaining true to her life companion is her priority at that instant, and she begins to struggle. Her attacker doesn't seem to notice, and holds his victim tighter.
"Oh, my little girl!" the stranger cries, becoming clear that it is Gohan holding her.
"DAD?!?!?!" she yells a he releases her, "H-HOW?! WHEN?! WHY?!"
"Calm down, Pan, honey," sighs her father, bringing her near again, "I'm going to take you back to the ship. Everything is going to be okay now."
The fourth-breed smiles, but it is merely a cover-up for the tears falling from her eyes. She wouldn't see Solo tonight.