Meant For Each Other
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Whatever it is, I don't own it. ^^;
"Pan, why did you leave?!" Trunks scolded her, yet in a caring, compassionate way.
Pan looked away trying to hide the tears building up in her eyes again. Trunks gently turned her head to face him and repeated his question, "Pan. Why? Why did you leave?"
"Because I.. I..", she was stuttering and at a loss of how to explain her feelings. She cleared her throat and regained her composure.
"Trunks," she had stopped calling him Prince Trunks after the first few days since they were so close, "I wish not to be a burden or in your way, therefore I left, so you could continue with your life." Her words were harsh and shocked the Prince.
"You are not a burden, Pan!" he carressed her face with his hand, softly. They were attracting a few spectators, but neither cared. Some girls recognized the 'purple-haired guy' as the Prince and were glaring at Pan in jealousy. Pan glanced at them briefly.
"She's with the Prince!" she heard a by-stander whisper. She looked back at Trunks.
"I.. I.. love you, Trunks..", her voice was barely audible, even by Saiyajin ears.
"And I, you," he smiled that perfect smile at her and held her close to him. Pan just coudn't hold back anymore, fresh tears spilled out of her eyes and onto Trunks's shoulder. He rubbed her back as sobs racked her body. After a few moments, she looked up and barely managed a smile, then they both turned and took flight to head back to the other side of the planet where the palace was. With his newly obtained blanket in one hand, Trunks rubbed Pan's hand with his other while their eyes communicated knowingly.
As they finally reached the palace a few hours later, Trunks entered the palace with the brightest smile anyone present had seen him wearing in weeks; Pan's smile just as big now. Trunks burst into the Throne Room to inform his parents of him finding Pan. As he entered, Bra jumped up and swung her tiny arms around his broad neck, "I missed you, brother!" He smirked and set her down and turned his attention to his mother, who was now running up to him. She began inspecting him for any bruises, cuts, etc. He, afterall, had been gone a week, Heaven forbid! She even hated when he was roughed up from training.
"Trunks, dear! Oh, my goodness! Pan!" Bulma alternated between hugging each of them.
"Hello, your highness," Pan greeted, kindly.
Bulma giggled like a school-girl, "Oh, Pan-chan, you can just call me Bulma!"
"VEGETA, YOU BAKA! GET DOWN HERE AND GREET YOUR SON!" Bulma's screeching pierced everyone present's ears. Vegeta grumbled and made his way down the red carpet.
He stopped in front of Trunks with his arms crossed over his chest, little Bra hanging on his leg, "Hey, brat," Trunks simply smirked; he knew his father meant no harm by calling him "brat."
Vegeta turned his gaze to Pan; he nodded at her. She smiled back, then bent down to hug Bra.
"Panny," Bra began, "Why did you leave? My brother! He stayed in his room for two and half weeks! And know what else? He didn't come out! Nope!"
Pan giggled a little and Trunks's face was cherry-red. Trunks nodded his head towards the door and him and Pan left to go to their chambers. Trunks decided to go with Pan to hers since he wanted to talk with her more.
~*~
"Yes! And then, I kicked his ass so bad, he ran off like a scared baby!" Pan finished.
Pan and Trunks had been talking for a few hours and it was getting late.
"Well, I think I should be getting back to my own chambers," Trunks regrettedly announced. He wanted to stay with her so bad.
"Yes, it is late," Pan sighed, really wanting him to stay with her.
"Yes..", Trunks repeated. He leaned in towards her and brushed his lips softly against hers. Pan pressed her lips harder against his and dipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting his sweetness. He carressed her cheek with his thumb as they continued exploring each other's mouths. The Prince lifted Pan's shirt over her head, then removed his armor. She slowly removed his spandex shirt and massaged his perfect muscles. He wasn't overly-buff, but he definitely wasn't scrawny either. He was just right for her tastes. Trunks unbuckled her bra clasp and slid it over her shoulders. He nipped and kissed at each of her breasts, being rewarded with quiet moans from his love. She tugged at his pants until she finally got them off, then removed her own. He kissed her inner thighs and slid her underwear off.
"Trunks, I'm a..."
"Me, too."
She was somewhat shocked, but relieved that he, too, had never had sex. She smiled and invited him to her.
And there, and there, and there! There are two more chapters left for this fic! ^-^
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Whatever it is, I don't own it. ^^;
"Pan, why did you leave?!" Trunks scolded her, yet in a caring, compassionate way.
Pan looked away trying to hide the tears building up in her eyes again. Trunks gently turned her head to face him and repeated his question, "Pan. Why? Why did you leave?"
"Because I.. I..", she was stuttering and at a loss of how to explain her feelings. She cleared her throat and regained her composure.
"Trunks," she had stopped calling him Prince Trunks after the first few days since they were so close, "I wish not to be a burden or in your way, therefore I left, so you could continue with your life." Her words were harsh and shocked the Prince.
"You are not a burden, Pan!" he carressed her face with his hand, softly. They were attracting a few spectators, but neither cared. Some girls recognized the 'purple-haired guy' as the Prince and were glaring at Pan in jealousy. Pan glanced at them briefly.
"She's with the Prince!" she heard a by-stander whisper. She looked back at Trunks.
"I.. I.. love you, Trunks..", her voice was barely audible, even by Saiyajin ears.
"And I, you," he smiled that perfect smile at her and held her close to him. Pan just coudn't hold back anymore, fresh tears spilled out of her eyes and onto Trunks's shoulder. He rubbed her back as sobs racked her body. After a few moments, she looked up and barely managed a smile, then they both turned and took flight to head back to the other side of the planet where the palace was. With his newly obtained blanket in one hand, Trunks rubbed Pan's hand with his other while their eyes communicated knowingly.
As they finally reached the palace a few hours later, Trunks entered the palace with the brightest smile anyone present had seen him wearing in weeks; Pan's smile just as big now. Trunks burst into the Throne Room to inform his parents of him finding Pan. As he entered, Bra jumped up and swung her tiny arms around his broad neck, "I missed you, brother!" He smirked and set her down and turned his attention to his mother, who was now running up to him. She began inspecting him for any bruises, cuts, etc. He, afterall, had been gone a week, Heaven forbid! She even hated when he was roughed up from training.
"Trunks, dear! Oh, my goodness! Pan!" Bulma alternated between hugging each of them.
"Hello, your highness," Pan greeted, kindly.
Bulma giggled like a school-girl, "Oh, Pan-chan, you can just call me Bulma!"
"VEGETA, YOU BAKA! GET DOWN HERE AND GREET YOUR SON!" Bulma's screeching pierced everyone present's ears. Vegeta grumbled and made his way down the red carpet.
He stopped in front of Trunks with his arms crossed over his chest, little Bra hanging on his leg, "Hey, brat," Trunks simply smirked; he knew his father meant no harm by calling him "brat."
Vegeta turned his gaze to Pan; he nodded at her. She smiled back, then bent down to hug Bra.
"Panny," Bra began, "Why did you leave? My brother! He stayed in his room for two and half weeks! And know what else? He didn't come out! Nope!"
Pan giggled a little and Trunks's face was cherry-red. Trunks nodded his head towards the door and him and Pan left to go to their chambers. Trunks decided to go with Pan to hers since he wanted to talk with her more.
~*~
"Yes! And then, I kicked his ass so bad, he ran off like a scared baby!" Pan finished.
Pan and Trunks had been talking for a few hours and it was getting late.
"Well, I think I should be getting back to my own chambers," Trunks regrettedly announced. He wanted to stay with her so bad.
"Yes, it is late," Pan sighed, really wanting him to stay with her.
"Yes..", Trunks repeated. He leaned in towards her and brushed his lips softly against hers. Pan pressed her lips harder against his and dipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting his sweetness. He carressed her cheek with his thumb as they continued exploring each other's mouths. The Prince lifted Pan's shirt over her head, then removed his armor. She slowly removed his spandex shirt and massaged his perfect muscles. He wasn't overly-buff, but he definitely wasn't scrawny either. He was just right for her tastes. Trunks unbuckled her bra clasp and slid it over her shoulders. He nipped and kissed at each of her breasts, being rewarded with quiet moans from his love. She tugged at his pants until she finally got them off, then removed her own. He kissed her inner thighs and slid her underwear off.
"Trunks, I'm a..."
"Me, too."
She was somewhat shocked, but relieved that he, too, had never had sex. She smiled and invited him to her.
And there, and there, and there! There are two more chapters left for this fic! ^-^