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When he awoke, he placed his hands on his head, and sat up.
He was still in the park. The temperature had gone down considerably, and the moon was out.
He looked at his watch. It was a quarter after four.
He tasted blood.
Touching his nose, he found that blood had tricked down from his nose to his mouth.
He wiped it, and looked across from him.
Vegeta was leaning against a tree watching him.
"I didn't think a saiyjin would let pleasure control him."
Trunks stood, and was surprised that he had regained his energy. He spoke harshly, "It wasn't pleasure."
Vegeta spoke ruthlessly, "What do you think, boy. I wasn't born yesterday. It's written all over your face." He sneered, "You're already to the point that you can't even control yourself. You fly out in the middle of the night, and let some whore take all your energy for five minutes of pleasure!"
Trunks stood there, in defeat, "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
Vegeta walked up to him, his hands folded.
"I think I can keep a secret." He rolled his eyes.
Trunks was about to fly away, but Vegeta grabbed hold to his collar,
"Oh yea." "You're also grounded."
Trunks lay on his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
He wanted to feel again.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to feel it.
He thought about climbing out the window and looking for her but thought better of it.
"I better save that for another time."
Intense longing rumbled throughout his body, reeking havoc on his sane state of mind.
He looked over at his door and saw Pan standing there, watching him intently.
They locked eyes, and Trunks was the first to look away.
"You're grounded, huh?"
Trunks looked back at the ceiling, "Yep."
Pan walked over to him and leaned against the wall, and folded her arms across her chest.
Silence filled the room.
He looked over at her once more and sighed,
Trunks sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling the hair taught from his scalp.
"I know I sounded retarded, but that girl did come and took my power away from me."
"Two times." Pan pointed out.
"Hey." Trunks looked up at her, smiling slightly
"Are you on my side or what?"
"Just getting the story straight." She answered. "But what I don't understand, why didn't you just blow her up or something."
"I couldn't, that's the problem." He balled his hands into fists by his sides.
Trunks looked up at pan and lied, "I was drained so quickly that I didn't even have enough strength to push her off of me.'
"Then just show me how she did."
Trunks nodded, "Alright."
He got up off the bed and knelt down,
"Now," He looked directly at her stomach, "You knell too."
She did also and they were face to face.
"Now." Trunks took her hands and placed them on his chest, palm to chest.
"That's it?" Pan frowned.
"Yep. That's about all."
"Oh." She seemed to be disappointed.
She moved her hand and it moved slowly from his chest to his neck, then his cheek.
His hesitant eyes looked at her deeply, then he turned his face so that his mouth had direct contact with her palm.
Then something clicked in him. He wanted Pan to crave so much that it caused her to hurt. He wanted her to feel what he felt.
Unsatisfying hunger.
Inhaling deeply, Trunks looked into Pan's eyes, and his pale blue eyes shown feverishly bright. He took his right hand and placed it on her hand to stay there. Placing slight pressure on her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm; all the while a mischievous gleam was in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Pan took her hand away from his mouth and stood.
There was a very thoughtful silence.
Trunks were the first to speak.
"Do you believe me?" He asked, looking up at her, after clearing his throat.
His eyes searched her face, his sky blue eyes piercing hers.
There was a pause.
"Yes." She spoke hesitantly.
"Either you're lying or afraid to say the truth."
"And why," Pan smirked, "Would I be afraid to tell the truth. Why would I be afraid of you?"
"Because." He whispered, running his fingers over her abdomen, "I can make you feel what I felt."
His eyes left hers, and when she dared to look down, her seemed preoccupied with her stomach.
He pressed her gently against the wall.
Leaning foreword slowly, his nose barely touched her navel, inhaling her scent.
His hands curled around her waist, his thumbs stroking the front of her tummy.
She gasped quietly
Burring his nose deeper into her, he chuckled softly, breathing against her bare skin, the thought of her making his mind race endlessly.
Opening his mouth on her, he spoke her name softly.
Both her hands were in his hair, clutching massed of his locks with her fingers.
He went lower, his mouth sweeping the rim of her panties.
Trunks then exhaled deeply.
"Don't stop." She groaned.
He took his hands off of her suddenly, and sat back on his back calves.
She immediately placed her hands on her tummy, staring at him in wonder.
Vegeta stood at the door and laughed,
Both Pan and Trunks turned and stared at him as if they were both caught doing something naughty. (Heh heh, which was naughty)
"Wow. That was great. Almost better then pay per view."
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When he awoke, he placed his hands on his head, and sat up.
He was still in the park. The temperature had gone down considerably, and the moon was out.
He looked at his watch. It was a quarter after four.
He tasted blood.
Touching his nose, he found that blood had tricked down from his nose to his mouth.
He wiped it, and looked across from him.
Vegeta was leaning against a tree watching him.
"I didn't think a saiyjin would let pleasure control him."
Trunks stood, and was surprised that he had regained his energy. He spoke harshly, "It wasn't pleasure."
Vegeta spoke ruthlessly, "What do you think, boy. I wasn't born yesterday. It's written all over your face." He sneered, "You're already to the point that you can't even control yourself. You fly out in the middle of the night, and let some whore take all your energy for five minutes of pleasure!"
Trunks stood there, in defeat, "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
Vegeta walked up to him, his hands folded.
"I think I can keep a secret." He rolled his eyes.
Trunks was about to fly away, but Vegeta grabbed hold to his collar,
"Oh yea." "You're also grounded."
Trunks lay on his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
He wanted to feel again.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to feel it.
He thought about climbing out the window and looking for her but thought better of it.
"I better save that for another time."
Intense longing rumbled throughout his body, reeking havoc on his sane state of mind.
He looked over at his door and saw Pan standing there, watching him intently.
They locked eyes, and Trunks was the first to look away.
"You're grounded, huh?"
Trunks looked back at the ceiling, "Yep."
Pan walked over to him and leaned against the wall, and folded her arms across her chest.
Silence filled the room.
He looked over at her once more and sighed,
Trunks sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling the hair taught from his scalp.
"I know I sounded retarded, but that girl did come and took my power away from me."
"Two times." Pan pointed out.
"Hey." Trunks looked up at her, smiling slightly
"Are you on my side or what?"
"Just getting the story straight." She answered. "But what I don't understand, why didn't you just blow her up or something."
"I couldn't, that's the problem." He balled his hands into fists by his sides.
Trunks looked up at pan and lied, "I was drained so quickly that I didn't even have enough strength to push her off of me.'
"Then just show me how she did."
Trunks nodded, "Alright."
He got up off the bed and knelt down,
"Now," He looked directly at her stomach, "You knell too."
She did also and they were face to face.
"Now." Trunks took her hands and placed them on his chest, palm to chest.
"That's it?" Pan frowned.
"Yep. That's about all."
"Oh." She seemed to be disappointed.
She moved her hand and it moved slowly from his chest to his neck, then his cheek.
His hesitant eyes looked at her deeply, then he turned his face so that his mouth had direct contact with her palm.
Then something clicked in him. He wanted Pan to crave so much that it caused her to hurt. He wanted her to feel what he felt.
Unsatisfying hunger.
Inhaling deeply, Trunks looked into Pan's eyes, and his pale blue eyes shown feverishly bright. He took his right hand and placed it on her hand to stay there. Placing slight pressure on her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm; all the while a mischievous gleam was in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Pan took her hand away from his mouth and stood.
There was a very thoughtful silence.
Trunks were the first to speak.
"Do you believe me?" He asked, looking up at her, after clearing his throat.
His eyes searched her face, his sky blue eyes piercing hers.
There was a pause.
"Yes." She spoke hesitantly.
"Either you're lying or afraid to say the truth."
"And why," Pan smirked, "Would I be afraid to tell the truth. Why would I be afraid of you?"
"Because." He whispered, running his fingers over her abdomen, "I can make you feel what I felt."
His eyes left hers, and when she dared to look down, her seemed preoccupied with her stomach.
He pressed her gently against the wall.
Leaning foreword slowly, his nose barely touched her navel, inhaling her scent.
His hands curled around her waist, his thumbs stroking the front of her tummy.
She gasped quietly
Burring his nose deeper into her, he chuckled softly, breathing against her bare skin, the thought of her making his mind race endlessly.
Opening his mouth on her, he spoke her name softly.
Both her hands were in his hair, clutching massed of his locks with her fingers.
He went lower, his mouth sweeping the rim of her panties.
Trunks then exhaled deeply.
"Don't stop." She groaned.
He took his hands off of her suddenly, and sat back on his back calves.
She immediately placed her hands on her tummy, staring at him in wonder.
Vegeta stood at the door and laughed,
Both Pan and Trunks turned and stared at him as if they were both caught doing something naughty. (Heh heh, which was naughty)
"Wow. That was great. Almost better then pay per view."
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