Some more stuff I've got stashed away on my flash drive. Kinda continues where the last chapter left off, and features a flashback from that chapter as well as a cameo.
In the Growing Pains 'verse, Pan in a resident doctor, currently training to become an OB/Gyn. Ironic considering how this drabble ends.
Pan leaned away from the commode and plopped down on the floor, cheeks flushed and skin shiny with a light sheen of perspiration. Her stomach roiled as the acrid scent of vomit filled the space, and she had to swallow hard to keep what little else remained in her gut from making a reappearance.
"What the fuck," the quarter saiyan mumbled, "I'm never sick, what the hell…" she reached and flushed the toilet with a shaking hand, the smell of her own throw up was starting to overwhelm her, and wiped the back of her hand across her sweaty brow.
It'd been almost 6 weeks since she'd ended things with Trunks and Pan had been throwing herself into her residency program in an effort to distract herself from the gaping hole the demi saiyan's absence had created. Of course the fact that no one knew that she and Trunks had been a thing, since he'd been adamant no one know, her family kept asking her why he was never around and why they didn't hang out anymore. Save for Bra and Marron, purely by accident, no one else in the Z-Senshi was aware of their 8 year-long relationship… or lack thereof since she'd called it quits.
As if summoned by the direction her thoughts had gone in, Pan's phone began to vibrate in the pocket of her scrubs, humming audibly as it was pressed against the tile floor. The brunette mumbled a curse when, upon withdrawing the device, Trunks' face flashed across the screen. She hit ignore and put it away, instead taking deep breaths to calm her roiling stomach.
"Doctor Son?" An unfamiliar feminine voice called out, startling her, "are you alright?"
It was an orderly… which reminded Pan of the fact that she'd run out of a routine c-section because the scent of blood made her physically ill. What a wonderful impression she must've made on her superiors. They were probably wondering how she made it through medical school and clinicals with such a weak stomach…
Fuck.
"I'm fine," Pan spoke, voice shaking ever so slightly, "just not feeling well today."
"Were you ill?" The orderly's shoes made soft 'tmp' noises as she approached the stall Pan was in, "if you'd like, I can get a physician to check you over and make sure nothing's wrong."
"I – thanks but I think I'll pass," Pan breathed, "I just want to go home and rest." Her phone started humming again, and she muttered a curse and turned it off entirely. Almost instantaneously, she felt Trunks' ki flare slightly with irritation and annoyance.
Ha. Serves you fucking right, asshole.
"Doctor Son, it's free of charge and it won't take long." The orderly implored, gently but firmly, "and you'll thank me later if it turns out to be more serious than a weak stomach or a mild illness."
Pan used the walls of the stall to rise from her seated position, pointedly ignoring the way her knees shook like a newborn colt's, and undid the latch. She leaned in the stall doorway – what a picture she must make – and smiled wanly at the orderly, an older woman with fair skin, cinnamon brown hair, and bright lime green eyes.
"Look, Miss… Lime," she spied the ID badge hanging from the woman's waist, "I'm fine. I don't really get sick, so I'll probably be fine if I just go home. It's probably a fluke."
Lime scrutinized the shaky young woman standing before her, taking in her washed out sweaty visage with a careful eye. The corner of her pink lips twitched as she asked, "Miss Son, when was your last menstrual cycle?"
"I – my what?" Pan scrunched her brow with confusion, "my cycle? What's that got to do with… this…? Oh shi – crap," she hastily amended, "I'm not pregnant, Miss Lime."
Oh really? Lime gave the young resident a disbelieving look, "if that's the case, then you shouldn't have an issue telling me when your last cycle was." I know morning sickness when I see it, hon.
"4 weeks ago," Pan snipped, annoyed, "it was shorter than normal, but it came. The next one should be…" she trailed off as a memory pushed its way to the forefront of her mind, hazy at first but growing in clarity…
Pan glanced down at the warm sticky fluid running down the inside of her thighs and cursed softly. She sat on the toilet to pee as steam from the shower quickly filled the bathroom, grumbling under her breath at Trunks for skipping out on the condom. Her throat ached, and she could taste a hint of blood when she swallowed.
'Damn him and that wonderful dick of his…'
Once her bladder was empty, she quickly wiped and jumped into the shower to wash the evidence of sex from her skin.
A soft shiver ran down the brunette's spine as the warm spray hit her sweat-damp flesh, and she breathed a content moan. She spun slowly in place, letting the hot water sluice over her entire body to wash the sweat and fluids away. As she slid her hands over the sides of her neck to lift her damp locks away from her nape, a cool gust of air swept into the shower stall.
Pan had only a moment to spin around before she was swept up and pinned against the warm marble wall with a very interested saiyan Prince settled between her toned thighs. His eyes were dark with lust, and the quarter saiyan could only swallow thickly as her own arousal roared to life in response.
"T-Trunks—"
Wetness and heat flooded her loins and her breath left her in a rush as that wonderful cock slid into her moistening channel, driving a breathy cry from her pink lips.
A sharp staccato slap picked up as Trunks pressed Pan against the wall, thrusting into her body with just enough restraint to not put them both through the shower wall. The steam clouding the air made the musky scent of their coupling even more pronounced.
"Yes," Pan rasped, "kami yes, yes, yes, yes!" In this position, held up with only Trunks' arms and the wall behind her providing support, Pan felt utterly helpless and at the demi saiyan's mercy… and she loved every last bit of it. She threw her head back and wailed, she felt so full of him like this.
"Damn," Trunks growled against the soft skin of Pan's throat, "such a slut for me, aren't you Panny?" he purred, voice hitching with each thrust, "didn't even take you a second to get all nice and wet for me, did it?"
Pan felt a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal filling her gut; she really had gotten hot and bothered not even a second after he interrupted her shower. She didn't have long to dwell on that before Trunks was pulling out of her, spinning her around and driving into her from behind.
A hot, coarse palm smoothed down Pan's side and over her lower abdomen, and two thick fingers parted her lower lips and began frigging her clit. Her brown eyes crossed and she screamed, the shrill noise echoing off of the marble walls.
Trunks chuckled and forced her to bend slightly, growling at what the shift in angle did sensation-wise. He leaned over her back so his lips were right by her ear, "I can feel you fluttering," he crooned huskily, "gonna cream for me, sweetness? Gonna squirt all over my cock?"
Pan's knees trembled, threatening to buckle beneath her. Between the thick hot rod of flesh driving in and out of her folds and the fingers circling her clit at the speed of light, it was a wonder she hadn't already exploded into ecstasy. Those filthy words whispered in that incredibly sexy voice were her undoing, and she crested with a sharp cry.
Trunks groaned as the quarter saiyan clenched tightly around him, still thrusting shallowly as she writhed and keened beneath him. He hilted inside her with a mangled groan, and Pan mewled helplessly at the sensation of him spurting sticky warmth deep into her twitching folds...
Pan blinked repeatedly to clear her mind of the smutty reverie, suddenly very aware of the flush to her cheeks and the sensual heat that'd settled low in her gut… as well as the fact that Lime was watching her closely.
Dende, this can't get any more awkward.
As quickly as the heat of residual arousal has swept over her, it went cold as the implications dawned. She'd broken up with him after that round of shower sex, but he hadn't used a condom… in the shower or before that in his bed, when he'd folded her in half and fucked her till she screamed her throat raw and came at least three times…
"Miss Son?" Lime interrupted the smut-filled downward spiral of Pan's thoughts, "are you alright? You seem disoriented…"
"I – um," Pan released a shuddery breath, "you know what, maybe I should get that checkup." She smiled weakly at the nurse, who gave her a concerned look in response. Her heart was racing in her chest, the sound filling her ears and almost drowning all other sound out.
"Well," Lime gently ushered Pan out of the stall and towards the restroom door, "let's get you settled in an exam room, and then I'll see who's available to check you over."
Hi Lime! Hope you enjoyed the read.
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