A/N: I am so sorrrry that it has taken me this long to update. Please forgive.

WARNING: This chapter contains a very sour lemon. If you are not at least 18 years old, please do not continue reading.

Disclaimer: I still don't own DBZ

Chapter 4: Whoops!!

When Pan re-appeared, she was in her own bedroom. She was careful to lower her ki so not to alert anyone of her arrival. Right now, she just wanted to be alone. She needed to think about what had just happened with Trunks. He would be looking for her, and she wanted a clear head when he finally found her.

Trunks could not believe it. 'What happened?,' he thought. 'One minute we are thoroughly enjoying each others company and then, BAM!!!, out of left field she just ups and leaves. Typical woman. Now I'm going to have to go and find her.'

Pan laid down on her bed, closing her eyes she went over what had happened. 'Maybe I was too forward, after all, up until just a few hours ago we had not shared our feelings. Oh, why does it have to be so damn confusing.'

She fell off to sleep. Her dreams taking over her thoughts. It was in her dreams that things could always be seen clearly for what they really were.

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She stood in a dark room, empty of all things, of all feelings. In the distance, she began to see a faint light. At first she walked slowly towards this light, unsure if it was the right thing to do. As she got closer, she felt warmth emanating from the light. Now she was running. She ran as fast as she could until finally she was there. She had found that which was the light in her darkness, it was him, Trunks, in Super Saiyan form.

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Bolting upright in her bed, sweat poured from her brow. Now she knew it was true, she did have feelings for him. It was so clear now. The once boy, whom she had grown to love as her dearest and closest friend, was now a man, the one whom she now realized had captured her heart. She rolled out of bed, deciding a shower was due. She search for everyone's ki. They were all outside, no one would hear her in the bath.

Trunks paced across his bedroom floor. This girl confused him. No, wait, she was no longer a girl, she was now a young woman. He fell into one of the chairs that was on either side of his window. She was a voluptuous, beautiful, young woman. He had known her practically all of his life. They had been the closest of friends, they had always been there for the other.

'I have been with many women, and yet, she is the only one that makes my blood boil with passion. She is the only one that my heart calls out for. She is the only one I truly love.'

He sat in silence, thinking of only her. He replayed everything that had happened prior to her leaving.


"Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I have been so stupid?"

He finally realized what he had done. He had insulted her.

"Damn it! I wasn't serious, I was so hot that I almost couldn't see straight. But, noooo! I have to open my big mouth."

He knew what he had to do. He took a quick shower and dressed. Not wasting any time, he decided to use the instant transmission technique that Goku had so graciously taught him before leaving. Up until now, he had kept it secret, not wanting his father to know.

He concentrated.

"There she is."

He then placed two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. To his surprise and hers, when he re-appeared he found himself in the shower with her.

"Trunks, what the hell are you doing? And where did you learn to do that?"

Trunks' mouth hung wide as his eyes washed over her body. What his body had felt earlier didn't compare to how it was reacting now. A new sense of confidence enveloped him.

"Hello, is there any body home? Trunks, are you going to answer me? What are you doing here and in the shower with me?"

Pan was not really upset with him, but she didn't want him to know that just yet.

'Kami, he looks sexy. Too bad his clothes are covering up that body of his.'

"I am here to finish what we started," he answered.

He moved a step closer to her. At the same time she backed up a step.

"What do you mean *finish* what we started,?" she asked a little nervously.

He pressed forward until finally he had backed her up against the shower wall. Now she was definitely in trouble.

"Trunks, what happened before, I'm sor………"

Before she could finish her sentence, he had leant into her, placing his mouth next to her ear. His warm breath caressing her neck.

"So, Pan, what is it that you really want for your birthday?," he asked seductively, running his tongue along the outer rim of her ear, then nipping it gently.

Even though she were standing in a hot shower with the most attractive man alive, cold shivers ran down her back as he manipulated her body with only a simple gesture. All thoughts of what had happened previously had vanished.

He pulled back enough to see her face. "You are so beautiful," he said.

She starred into his eyes, losing herself into the mirrors of his soul. She reached her hands up and tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head.

"You don't think I'm going to be the only one naked in here do you?," she asked playfully.

Trunks tried to help remove the garment faster, but she scolded him.

Shaking a finger at him she said, "Ungh, ungh, ungh. It's my birthday, so I get to unwrap my present all by myself."

'Did I just hear her right? She's unwrapping me. I'm what she wanted for her birthday?,' Trunks was so alarmed by his thoughts that he did not even notice she was unbuttoning his pants.

He reached his hands up and placed them on the wall to each side of her. She slid down until she was on her knees. She took his zipper in-between her teeth and pulled it gently down.

Trunks felt his erection growing fast, now she was manipulating his body and he was enjoying it.

She released the zipper, and grasped each side of his pants along the waistband, making sure to snag his underwear as well. Slowly, she began pulling them down. She watched, amazed as his manhood peeked from the top of the elastic. She sat upright, pressing herself against his clothed legs, wrapping her hands around to grasp his firm but. She looked up at him, once she was sure he was watching, she took the tip of her tongue and touched it ever so slightly to his member. She held a giggle as it jumped at her, as if in anticipation.

He inhaled a deep breath, never had anything felt so good. A drop of pre-cum escaped and he watched as she licked it from him. 'How erotic this little minx is,' he thought.

She pulled back, grabbing his pants once more. This time she tore them from his body, tossing them aside. She lunged at him, engulfing his entire self in a single movement.

As the blood rushed to his head, he thanked Kami that he was holding on to the wall. Her torture had his world swirling.

She ran her mouth, slowly up and down, wrapping her tongue around his shaft as she went. She cupped his balls in one hand, massaging them gently as she sucked him ragged with her mouth.

He couldn't take it anymore. Regaining his composure, he reached down and grabbed her head, holding it to him as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Finally, in a heated flash, he released, spilling into her mouth. Quickly she swallowed. Then ran her tongue along his length as if he were ice cream.

He reached down and grabbed her, pulling her up to him. He held her face, looking deeply into her eyes. He pressed his lips to hers, asking for entrance. As hers parted, his tongue dashed inside. Both relished the velvet feeling of their tongues fighting against each other.

Trunks pulled away first. Both of them attempted to catch their breath.

"Pan, we need to take this somewhere else."

"Where do you have in mind?"

"We could go back to my room. There's no one there except dad and he's going to be out in the gravity room."

"That sounds like a plan. Let's grab our clothes and take them with us," said Pan.

They grabbed their clothes and using the instant transmission technique were there in a matter of seconds. They tossed the clothing carelessly down on the floor. This time Trunks would be the aggressor. He approached Pan, looking at her with hungry eyes. All kidding aside, he was serious now.

He bent down and picked her up, placing one arm around her back and the other in the bend of her knees. He carried her to his king size bed, where he laid her gently down. His eyes ravished every inch of her body, taking in every dip and curve alike.

Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. He lowered his lips to her neck, laying soft kisses from her ear to the dip in her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his back, resting her hands on his shoulders. She bent her knees and spread them to be on each side of him. As he kissed along her neck, her body reacted by raising her hips in an attempt to meet his.

Feeling her need, he lowered himself to rest on top of her, not entering her just yet.

She could feel the pressure of him at her entrance, it was all she could do to wait. Her hips ground against his, creating a sensual friction between their two bodies.

He lowered his mouth to her right breast, while his hand manipulated the other. His tongue would trace the rose red outline of her nipple, whilst he pinched and twisted the other.

A pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Never could she have imagined this is how it would feel to be with him, the one she loved.

He traced his mouth over her tight stomach to her navel. Her body rose again, to meet his ministrations. Lower he went until finally reaching the soft curls of her womanhood. Using his hand he parted them. For a brief moment, he looked into her face, she was definitely ready. His tongue softly caressed her sensitive nub.

Pan licked her lips in anticipation. Never had she experienced this part of lovemaking before. It had always been a one sided, wam bam thank you ma'am kind of ordeal. But this, this was a whole different ballgame.

He sensed her mind wandering, and he couldn't have that. Quickly, he latched on to the delicate nub, sucking it while he entered her with one finger. She was more than ready, her wetness told him so. Faster and faster he massaged her clit while pumping his finger in and out in rhythmic fashion, until she finally screamed out in ecstasy. He removed his hand, allowing her juices to pour freely into his mouth.

"Ummm, you taste good," he said as he raised himself back up to meet her face to face.

"Want to taste?," he asked as he ran his tongue along her lips.

Pan grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth into hers. The taste of herself was intoxicating. Neither of the two could wait any longer.

With his knee, he spread her legs further apart. He positioned himself at her entrance. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist and impaled herself onto him.

He thrust, slowly at first, developing their rhythm. Once she released her legs, he found them positioned upon his shoulders. He moved faster and faster. Sweat dropped from his body onto hers, mingling with her own.

"Trunks, please!!!!," Pan cried out.

Slamming into her almost harshly, he began to feel her walls constrict around him. Her body began to tremble. Her breath was now erratic. She screamed out as her orgasm hit with a tremendous force.

No one he had ever been with, reacted to him this way. It turned him on even more, causing him to lose control. Her sounds were an aphrodisiac to his ears.

She had now lowered her legs. However, he still mercilessly, ravaged her. Over and over orgasms repeated within her. With the last one, it was his turn. He exploded within her, spilling the life building blocks themselves inside her. In a fit of passion, he pulled back exposing his glistening canine like teeth. Releasing a roar of lion like proportions, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, just at the joining of it and the neck.

Her blood spilled into his mouth.

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!," screamed Pan.

But before she knew what came over her she had done the same to him. Now they were bound together teeth to flesh. Their blood mingling together, they would now be as one.

Vegeta paused momentarily during his training. He had heard the mental cry of his son. He bowed his head.

"It is done," he softly whispered to himself.

He knew his family would be growing soon. At least she had Saiyan blood in her veins, she would be a worthy mate for him.

Trunks and Pan lay in each others arms. Soon they must return to her home, to finish celebrating her birthday. He looked down at his resting mate and asked,

"So, did you get what you wanted for your birthday?"

Pan could feel the new life growing already within her. She looked up at him and answered, "Well, considering I got two gifts for the price of one, then yes, I did get exactly what I wanted."

"Pan, what are you telling me? Your…Your… Are you certain? I mean it just happened."

"Yes, I'm certain."

Pan glanced over to the clock, it was getting to be late afternoon. They needed to get back to *her* party. Even though she knew everyone there would be having a great time regardless.

"Trunks, we need to go," Pan said as she pulled reluctantly from his grasp to stretch.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

They quickly showered and dressed. Upon checking themselves in the mirror one last time, they flew off in the direction of Pans house.

Meanwhile, Vegeta had finished his training and had decided to clean up and attend the human gathering. It would be interesting to see how things played out the rest of the evening.

A/N: Again so sorry it's taken me this long to update. Hope everyone liked this chapter. Please review. TTFN!