WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! WARNING!

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Pan's back pressed against the cool door of Vegeta's room. The man in question was currently trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Sucking and biting at the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet. Causing the female saiyan to purr in satisfaction. Pan arched her neck back, giving the prince better access. The hand not braced beneath her was currently roaming her body. Rubbing soothing circles on the inside of her thighs and her lips. Passing slowly over her breasts before traveling to the top of her shorts, where he'd stop and start at her thighs all over again.

When Vegeta bit down on a particularly sensitive spot just before her collarbone, Pan couldn't stop from crying out in pleasure or the roll of her hips. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his wondering hands and the hard member brushing against her core was enough to make her tremble.

"…Vegeta…" She pleaded desperately.

His lips traveled back up to hers as he struggled to open his door. The minute the door hissed open, Vegeta was striding across the room and dumping Pan onto his bed. Pan groaned in disapproval at the lack of contact as Vegeta stood above her. His heated gaze sending another flush of heat pulsing pass her navel. She thought the ache had been bad before – that was nothing compared to how she felt now. It was almost overwhelming. The need – craving – to have the man standing over her. His gaze was almost predatory. There was something extremely primal about the way he leered down at her. And, it only excited her more.

"Vege – " Her protest was cut off by his lips brushing back against hers as he ripped the shirt from her torso. The flimsy white shirt fluttered to the ground in pieces. Vegeta's hands quickly traveled to the button of her shorts. He pulled the shorts down her lean legs, tossing them precariously behind him.

Vegeta pulled back. Taking in the gorgeous scene sprawled about below him. This time, he let the groan free when he noticed her chose of underwear. It was a lacy, dark blue bra that barely contained her breasts. Her core was barely covered by another thin piece of dark blue lace. The color contrasting perfectly with her skin, making her look even more appetizing.

He laid himself back against her. Settling his hips between her thighs. His lips traveled over her neck again, going over the marks he had left earlier. Making sure to mark what was his. Because she was his. Completely and entirely. No one else would see her like this. No one would ever touch her the way he was. No one would ever claim her. Only him. That caused something primal to stir inside him. Mine. Mate. Damn right.

"Mine." He growled as he traveled down her neck and to her lace covered breast.

Pan tossed her head back and moaned, "Yours."

His hot breath caused her nipples to perk beneath the lace. His mouth greedily latched on. Taking the lace covered bud between his teeth and lavishing it with his tongue. His large hand covered the neglected breast. Rolling her pert bud between his thumb and index finger.

He had only barely touched her and she was already a quivering mess. The steady ache between her legs was basically thrumming now. Her skin felt hot to the touch. Her head felt like she was in the up in the clouds. The only coherent thoughts she could process was the feel of this wonderful man on top of her and his actions. They were rough but gentle all in the same time. Just enough force to assure her who the man against her was and make her blood boil.

Pan whimpered as he lips traveled down her stomach and away from her breasts. With careful ministrations, Vegeta slipped the lace bra down her shoulders and unclasped it from the back. Being careful not to rip the delicate fabric. He enjoyed the sight of her in this dainty lace that he couldn't bring himself to rip it from her body like he had done her shirt. The bra soon joined the rest of her discarded clothes on the floor.

It was at that moment, that Pan realized just how exposed she was. Her flustering embarrassment was enough to override her desire. She quickly moved to cross her arms over her chest. Hiding her bare top from the hungry gaze peering down at her.

Vegeta was quick to anticipate her movements. One of his hands snatched up both of hers. Pinning her arms above her head. His grip tightened up enough to warn her not to attempt to move.

"Mine." He growled.

Pan slowly nodded and seized her attempts at covering herself.

Satisfied that she was no longer going to attempt to obscure his view of the amazing image before him, Vegeta realized her wrists. One hand slowly skimming down her arm to her hips. His fingers tips only barely brushing her soft skin. His other hand quickly sought out he base of her head. Pulling the female saiyan into a bruising kiss. He light traced the seam of the lace covering her center. His finger barely skimming beneath the lace. Pan rolled her hips and groaned. He was so close to touching her from where she wanted him to. All the kissing and teasing touches was nice, but she really wanted him to touch her the one place he hadn't yet.

A smug smirk spread across his lips. As if he had read her mind. The digit tracing the seam, slowly slid further and further down. Tracing small, tantalizing circles as it traveled south. His lips latched onto her neck once more. His fingers coming to rest just at the top of her mound.

"Vegeta…" She whimpered. Arching her hips in attempt to get him to finally touch her. All her previous embarrassment had quickly faded away.

The smug smirk on his face grew, "Someone's eager." He let out a deep and raspy chuckle. That sent feelings rushing through Pan that she didn't even know where possible. "Say the magic words."

Pan wanted to sneer. To growl out and demand that he touch her! But, she knew that would only prolong it. "Please…" It was barely above a whisper

"Please what?" His fingers moving in larger circles now. Even closer to where she wanted them.

"...Touch me…"

She didn't care how pathetic or weak she sounded right then. She didn't care that she begging. All that matter was that he obliged. His fingers moved further down and slowly began to stroke between her folds. Pan moaned, tossing her head back against the cool pillow as she relished in the feel of his caresses.

The more Pan cried out, the fast and lower his fingers traveled. Her whimpers turned to a low moan as he slid one digit inside of her. Slowly working it in and out. Her inner muscles clenched and gripped at the protruding digit. At first, the sudden intrusion felt strange. Not exactly painful, but not exactly pleasant either. It was the feeling of being too full. But, all of that quickly subsided when he began scissoring his fingers inside of her. Increasing the speed of his movements.

Vegeta watched, propped on one of his elbows as Pan writhed in pleasure beneath him. She was beautiful. The way her hair was fanned out around her head like it had been that day in the GR. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink. Her swollen, pouty lips opened as she panted and moaned his name. Every time she arched her back, the perks of her breasts would brush against his clothed chest. Making the throbbing heat against his thigh even more intense.

She cried out, loud, when his fingers brushed across a specific spot. It sent stars flashing across her eyes and it felt like her heart stopped. Her nails dug painfully into his back. Her quick breathes grew to heavy pants and she could feel something. Pressure building behind her navel. Like a coil wounding up so tight that it would break at any second. Vegeta's fingers continued to brush against the spot that sent her toes curling. Just as that coil was about to snap, Vegeta removed his fingers.

Pan's eyes fluttered opened. Her lips set in a pout as she gazed up at the Prince.

"Why did you stop?" Pan frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

Vegeta seized his struggle at riding himself of his clothes to peer down at the woman below him. Her eyes were filled with self-doubt and he could practically sense her confidence take a nose dive. He slid the dark shirt over his head and tossed it behind him.

Slowly he lowered down, till their faces were only a breath apart. His right hand moved to cradle her check. His thumb rubbing slowly across her face, "No," He was looking directly into her eyes, "You were doing everything perfect."

"Then – then, why did you stop?" The confident girl that had challenged him in the living room had quickly faded back into the self-conscious and fragile girl peering up at him with large chocolate eyes.

"Because," He moved his hand from her cheek to cup her chin and pressed a light kiss on her lips, "The first time you come, I want to be inside you." He whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe lightly.

Pan's flush returned full force. An excitable shiver rushing down her spine. Sending goosebumps littering her skin. She wrapped her hands around his neck. Pulling his head down so she could lean up to whisper in his ear, "Then hurry up…." She licked the space behind his ear, "I need you inside me." Just like that, in the flip of the switch, the feisty girl was back to the surface.

Vegeta groaned as his hands continued in their mission of riding him of all his clothes. In a matter of seconds, he was completely bare to the world. The only article of clothing between them being the barely there lace around Pan's waist.

Pan's eyes traveled up the length of him. It was the first time she had seen a grown man completely naked in the flesh. She took in everything. From the tense muscles in his neck all the way to his hips. More desire and lust flooded to her apex as she took in his hard member. Standing firm and tall against the lower part of his stomach. Pride, excitement, and confidences rushed through her head at the thought that she had provoked this response out of a man. And, not just any man, either. But, the Prince of all Saiyans himself. She purred in contempt. Mine.

Vegeta removed the dark piece of lace down her shapely thighs before he laid across Pan again. There was nothing between them now. Only the bottom heat radiating from their flushed flesh. All it would take, is one tiny movement and he would be rested fully inside of her. The thought made Pan clench her thighs and groan beneath her breath.

"…Vegeta…" She whimpered. Her fingers coming to rest in the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged the strands of hair tightly. That was all it took.

All his restraint and self-control went out the window. His gaze turned more primal and his movements became frantic. His kisses more brutal. He trailed sloppy kisses down her chin, neck and to her breasts. Catching her bare bud between his teeth. One of his hands braced her back, arching her into his mouth. While the other traveled between them. His fingers fluttered across her core. He took his throbbing member in his hand and line the tip of her entrance. With one quick thrust, he was breeching her. Her inner muscles clenching tightly around him. He rested his forehead against her shoulder as he tempted to sate the need to pound into her. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet anyways.

Pan's nose had scrunched up in slight discomfort. The feeling of him inside of her even more strange than his fingers had been. It didn't hurt, not like she had thought it would. Bulla, who had been more than kind with sharing sex stories, had mentioned how sometimes it hurt like hell the first time. But, Pan wasn't hurting. She just felt…strange. She could feel her core muscle stretching to accommodate for his size and girth – both of which the saiyan prince was not lacking.

"Vegeta – " She had just been about to tell him to move when he pulled his hips back. Removing his member till only the tip remained inside. Slowly, he slid back in. Her words faded to a moan. The strange feeling was washed over with pleasure.

Gradually, Vegeta thrusted in and out of her. Picking up in speed and force as he went. His eyes locked onto Pan's face. Watching each reaction that flashed across her face. Making sure to note how she responded to a certain angle of his hips or force of his thrusts. Her head was tossed back, revealing her entire neck to him. The creamy flesh was marked with harsh purple bruises and light teeth marks, all except one spot. The spot he had subconsciously decided was where he would place his mark. The final mark that would make her completely his.

Pan wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of her. Making them both groan in pleasure. She firmly locked her ankles in place on his back. Keeping him in place, "Harder…" She breathlessly demanded.

Vegeta pulled out, slamming into her with enough force that it rattled the bed. Repeatedly he pounded into her. The sounds of flesh slapping against each other and Pan's loud moans echoed in the otherwise silent room.

Pan could feel her release approaching. Fast. Her forehead rest against his shoulder and she began to move her hips with Vegeta's. Increasing the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Vegeta." She whimpered, placing a sloppy kiss on the side of his neck.

Pan wasn't the only one whose end was nearing. Vegeta could feel the tingle at the base of his spine and the warmth spreading in his lower belly. He was so close. But, he'd be damned if he didn't feel Pan exploded around him. His fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves just above where their bodies were joined.

"Oh God!" She cried, tossing her head back as her released slammed into her like a tidal wave. Completely washing over her. Her nails bit painfully into his back as her heels slammed him deep inside of her. The tip of him brushing against her cervix.

Vegeta's mouth clamped down on her neck. His teeth puncture the skin as he gave one final, forceful thrust before he exploded inside her. Pan's body gave another twitch as she rushed toward her second orgasm. Mirroring his actions, Pan bit into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. She could taste the coppery tang from the blood.

They laid there, still joined, as they fought to catch their breath. Pan winced when he removed his teeth. His tongue moved over the puncture wounds. Cleansing it. Pan followed suit.

After a few minutes of just laying here, Vegeta moved his head back to look at the girl beneath him.

A breathtaking smile plastered across her face. Her dark orbs were full of life and mirth as she beamed up at him. And for an instant, even though he would never admit it, he felt his heart skip a beat.

"That…was…" Pan sighed, "Amazing!" She said enthusiastically.

Vegeta chuckled, placing a tender kiss on his mark. The mark that would let all other saiyans know that she belonged to him and no one else.

Pan flinched slightly. The bit mark still a little tender. "Sorry about that." Pan gesture to his similar mark, "I couldn't help myself." She flushed. Embarrassed that she had been so caught in the moment that she hadn't been able to keep herself from biting him. Hard.

Vegeta, regrettably, removed himself from inside her. Pan whimpering lightly at the sudden loss. She felt hollow inside. Like something was missing. He laid on his side next to her. Pulling Pan into his side. She rested her chin on his shoulder so she could look at him. Her arms crossed under her chin. Vegeta wrapped one arm around her midsection. His fingers skittering lightly up and down her spine.

"Do you know what those are?" He gestured to her neck.

"They're just bite marks, aren't they?" Pan arched her brow.

Vegeta shook his head, "They're more than that." His hand traveled up to the mark on the side of her neck a little bit below her ear, "This means that you're marked now. It lets other males know that you're claimed and who by. On our home planet, it kept males from battling over a female, by marking her. They weren't very common in lower ranking saiyans, but in elites and royalty they were more commonly used. Elite females were a rarity," His hand traveled back down to rest on her hip, "Making you even more rare than you are."

Pan felt her heart flutter. Vegeta had just complimented her. Sure, it was in the most Vegeta way and not directly pointed at her or very specific. But, she had come to learn how to tell when the saiyan prince was giving you a compliment. It made her heart soar even more now, knowing what she did.

"What about the mark I gave you?" She brushed her fingers lightly over his matching mark.

"The same applies. Only, it warns females that I'm claimed."

A rush of pride raced through chest and swelled in her breasts. She felt a smug smile tug at her lips and she desperately wanted to rub it someone's face that she had managed to claim the saiyan prince. All to herself, "So," She smirked, "Does that mean you're all mine?"

Vegeta nodded, "Just like you're all mine." He growled. More at the thought of another man attempting to take what was rightfully his than asserting his possessiveness. And, he pitied whatever asshole decided they were going to attempt to take away what was his. By the time he was finished with them, they'd welcome death with open arms. It would be mercy compared to what he would do.

Pan's smirked, "Good, because I didn't plan on sharing anyways." She declared before she pounced the saiyan prince.