The steady stream of water running began to stir Pan from her peaceful slumber. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The room was still dark except, for the early morning sunlight streaming through the blinds on the window directly across from where she lay. She groaned. Tossing onto her other side and tugging the cool comforter up over her head. It was way too early for her to be up. But, then, Pan realized something. She wasn't in her bathroom and, now that she thought about, she wasn't even in her room.
Pan quickly shot up off the bed. The navy-blue sheet and dark comforter pooling around her waist. Goosebumps freckled across her flesh as cool shiver raced up her spine. She was topless. Completely naked. She began to panic. The night before was only coming forward in small pieces. She remembered starting movie night, her Uncle Goten showing up unexpectedly and then…nothing. It was completely blank. She vaguely remembers an…argument…perhaps? She wasn't entirely sure. Did she get into an argument with someone? Or, maybe she witnessed one? She placed her head into her own palms, resting her elbows on her covered knees.
She winced when the sudden movement sent a steady throb between her legs. And, there was burning sensation in her neck. Slowly, she brought her finger up to the juncture between her neck and collarbone. Hissing when her fingertip grazed over the irritated bite marks. Everything came rushing back to her. Movie night, her argument with Vegeta, him admitting why he had been avoiding her, and, more importantly – their night spent tangled in sheets.
A heavy blush spread across her face. She wasn't entirely sure if it was from mortification or from the fact that she was more than ready to pounce him again. The painful throb between her thighs quickly changed to a different kind of ache. A fire that only one person would be able to douse. And that person was currently in the shower. Naked.
Pan worried her lower lip between her teeth. Debating on whether she should surprise the saiyan prince by joining his shower. Vegeta could react in two possible ways; be thrilled for the company and a potential repeat of the night before or, he could totally freak out. Kick her out of his room and tell her how last night had been a mistake. A sharp pain shot through her chest at the thought of the latter. What if it was true? What if last night had been a one-time thing? The results of their raging emotions and hormones. Nothing more than a one night stand. She honestly didn't know if she could handle that.
She wasn't sure when, but, at some point or another – she had fallen for the arrogant prince. Hard. And, she had the inkling of a suspicion that she had been for some time. Maybe even longer than she realized. The thought of him rejecting her would crush her. Then, she would be void of all happiness.
"So," She smirked, "Does that mean you're all mine?"
Vegeta nodded, "Just like you are all mine!" He growled.
Pan's worry subsided as she remembered their conversation from the night before. If it had only been a one night stand, he wouldn't have marked her, would he? From what she gathered, these were special bonds between two saiyans. That bound the two together forever, or, at least till one of the perished.
With a renewed sense of confidence, Pan tossed back the dark sheets and comforter. She silently padded across the white carpeted floor and over to the parted bathroom door. Hot steam rolled out from the crack. Vegeta most have just gotten in the shower when she started to wake up.
Pan slipped in between the crack of the door and door frame. The bathroom was shrouded in a thick mist. Clouding up the mirrors and leaving a dew across all the surfaces. The sliding glass doors of the shower were closed and foggy. She couldn't faintly make out Vegeta's silhouette on the other side of the glass. It looked like he had his back turned towards her.
She stepped closer to the shower. Careful to keep her tread light.
"I know you're in here." His voice startled her, causing Pan squeak out in surprise and slip on the slick tile. Before she could hit the ground, two soaking wet muscular arms caught her by the arm. Dragging her inside the shower and beneath the scolding spray.
Pan sighed as the water beat down on her back. Vegeta's arms wrapped securely around her waist. Tugging her body flush against his front. She rested her head on his chest.
"Good morning." She sighed. The warm water was a relief to her aching muscles.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, his fingers moving to rub soothing circles on her lower back.
Pan melted more into the solid body against her. She could seriously get used to this. "Yeah," She nodded, "But it's okay." She turned her head up so she could look at him. The spray of water hitting the top of her head. She gave him a small smile of assurance. She didn't typically get up this early, he knew that – but, if it meant getting to spend first thing in the shower with the prince, she'd gladly get up this early every morning.
His hands traveled along her spine, "You were sound asleep. I didn't want to wake you. Last night was the first peaceful night you've had in a while."
Pan frowned. So, he had heard her screaming in her nightmares. She had hoped no one had heard her. It had been the first time in quite some time that she had a nightmare that bad. Typically, they were only enough to leave her with a nagging feeling all day the next day. Her nightmares had been horrible for a long time. Bad enough that she often woke the entire house screaming her lungs out. Only to not remember it the next day, but the aftershock from them still heavy inside.
"Was it bad?" She whispered.
Vegeta didn't need to ask to know what she was referring to, "I don't think so. I was walking by when I heard you start." He lied. He didn't know if he had been the only one to hear. No one ever mentioned her nightmares the next day, not even when he knew everyone had heard. It was an unspoken agreement amongst the entire household. If Pan never asked, which she never did, then, they wouldn't either.
Pan laid her cheek back against his chest, "I'm sorry." She mumbled. She hated the fact that when she had troublesome nights, most of everyone else in the house did too. She didn't want to burden them. It was her problem, not theirs. They shouldn't be forced to deal with it to.
Vegeta pulled her back, making sure she was looking him directly in the eyes. She always done that. Apologize. When, there wasn't anything to apologize for. And not just with her nightmares. The young female was constantly spluttering out apologize over the silliest things. Even when it was out of her control – Pan always apologized. Vegeta had never done such a thing in his life.
"There is nothing to be sorry about." He said sternly, "You don't ever have to apologize for that."
Pan nodded but, Vegeta could sense her apprehension. He could see her tug her lip between her teeth. Something that sent a spark straight to his groan. It was a simple, innocent gesture but it sent his blood boiling.
Steadily, Vegeta lowered his head and lightly pressed his lips against hers. It was a feather light kiss. Completely different then the passion filled ones from the night before. There was no teeth, tongue, or desperation to prove one's superiority. Yet, it was the most heartfelt kiss they had shared. It didn't matter that there was no real force behind it. Or, that it was a simple press of lips against lips. It was full of raw emotion. Words that Vegeta couldn't bring himself to say, simply because he wasn't sure how to. In all his life, he had never been one for sentiments, emotions, or any of that. He was a cruel hearted warrior that crushed anything that stepped in his path. There was never a desire nor a need to be emotional or heartfelt. Not even with Bulma. Sure, he cared for the bluenette. But, to go as far as to say he loved her – well, that was a bit of a far stretch. Bulma would always hold a place in his life. After all, she had provided him with two children and many other things. However, it wasn't until the petite brunette in his arms came into his life that he felt the need for semantics. And, in the beginning, that bothered him. Nagged at his brain constantly. Driving him to the point that he had felt the need to beat whatever he could get his hands on to an inch of their life. That had always been his coping mechanism in the past. Fighting. The girl in question had often been the one receiving his frustration in full force. She was always the only one brave enough to even attempt to spar with him when he was in one of his "moods" as his children referred to it. Words of feelings, emotions, and romantics would never pass over the saiyan prince's tongue. They just simply weren't things he done and Pan knew that. But, that didn't stop him from putting as much emotion in this one kiss as he could muster in attempt to soother her worries.
Pan had often heard that when someone kisses you, it's supposed to make you faint. Her mother had often told her that a proper kiss, no matter what kind, would always make butterflies fluttered in your stomach and make your heart skip beats. And, that's exactly what was happening. She felt light headed, her heart was flipping in her chest, and she was certain that over a hundred butterflies were flying in her stomach. It was everything she had ever heard about and more. That one kiss meant more than all the words in the world to Pan. She knew that was Vegeta's way of conveying how he felt to her and it made her weak in the knees. He had always managed to have that effect on her.
Too soon for either of their likings, they pulled apart. Both slightly out of breath. Vegeta rested his forehead against hers. The water beating down on his back had turned frigid and he was quick to shield Pan from the icy liquid. The cold water didn't bother him. He had many ice-cold showers in his day, but he knew Pan hated being cold.
Pan had her eyes closed as she attempted to calm her frantic heart and twisting stomach. Her eyes slowly opened and it wasn't long before she was, hesitantly, pressing her lips back against his. Cautiously moving her lips against his. She hadn't done a lot of kissing and wasn't entirely sure what to do. She attempted to mimic their actions from last night. Remembering the ways Vegeta's lips had moved against hers. She felt him smirk into the kiss. Obviously feeling her uncertainty. His lips beginning moving against hers. Quicken their ministrations the longer they kissed.
A pleasurable spark lit in his groin when he felt Pan's tongue shyly slip past her lips and lick against his lips. Vegeta growled. Placing his hands below her read, he hoisted her up and pressed her against the white tile wall. His tongue instantly darting out to wrap around hers. Pan sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Digging her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling with just enough force to make Vegeta's hips buck against her bare core. Both moaning at the sensation.
"…Vegeta…please…" Pan whimpered. She needed him and she needed him NOW!
Vegeta quickly turned the water taps off. Not even bothering with grabbing a towel, he carried her back into his bedroom. Water trailing behind them and seeping into the carpet. He discarded her onto the bed, completely soaking his bed clothing. Without warning or any preparation, he was laying on top of her and then inside her in one swift thrust.
Pan tossed her head back and groaned. She felt whole. Complete. And deliciously warm. There was no sense of rhythm or gentleness in his thrusts. They were sharp, quick, and hard thrusts. She couldn't manage coherent thoughts and she was sure that her cries didn't make much sense. All she could focus on was how amazing it felt having him pound into her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips. Pulling him deeper and causing him to brush against the mind tingling spot inside her. Her back arched off the bed as she let out a loud moan as she soared through her release. Vegeta's thrusts grew harder. His fingers moving down to the swollen bundle of nerves just above her core. He slowly rolled the nub between his index finger and thumb. The sensations of him inside her and his fingers rubbing against her sent her tumbling over a second time.
"Oh, God!" She groaned.
Vegeta gave one final thrust. Burying himself to the hilt before he emptied inside her. Groaning into her neck as his body twitched and convulse with the force of his release.
When he finally regained some of his strength, Vegeta lifted himself onto his elbows and placed a cherish kiss against her forehead.
Pan opened her mouth to say something, but pounding on the door cut her off.
"If you two are done christening my dad's bed, I would like to kidnap by best friend for a few hours." Bulla called from the other side of the door, "After all, if the noises that I just heard are anything to go by…we have lots to talk about." Pan could hear the smirk in her voice.
Pan's face went bright red, "Oh my God!" She moved to cover her face with her hands, but Vegeta caught them. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of each wrist before pulling out and moving off the bed.
"Go on before she breaks the door," Vegeta called over his shoulder as he walked back towards his bathroom, "We both know she won't go away. I'll come find you later. Besides, someone interrupted my shower."
Pan waited till the shower turned back on, before she climbed off the bed. "Damn." She cursed when she noticed her shredded top. Vegeta hadn't exactly been careful when he was riding her of her clothes.
"Pan! Don't make me come in there!" Bulla warned.
"Give me a second!" Pan called back. She quickly slipped on her under garments, shorts, and quickly grabbed one of Vegeta's long-sleeve shirts from his dresser. She ran her hand over her hair. Attempting to calm the chaotic rat's nest she knew her hair was currently in. Bulla was going to hound her no matter, having sexed out hair wouldn't help.
Pan opened the door. Bulla was standing on the other side. Hand propped on her hip and a smug smile on her face. She fully dressed and hair and make-up fixed. She grabbed Pan and drug her down the hallway before the brunette could say anything.
"Where are we going?" Pan asked.
"You are going to change. Then, we are going out." Bulla gestured over her shoulder as she spoke, "I'm demanding a mandatory girl's day. I want all the juicy details."
Pan felt her blush deepen, "Why would you even want to know that stuff?" There was no way in hell Pan would want to hear anything like concerning her dad.
"You're my best friend, I want to know everything. Yeah, it's kind of weird it's my dad. But, I can just pretend we're talking about some other guy." Bulla smiled. "Besides, who else are you going to compare sex stories to?"
Pan was almost certain she was seconds away from fainting. And not from swooning either, but from a lack of blood flow. Considering she was certain that all the blood in her body was currently settled in her cheeks.
"Now, get changed!" Bulla shoved Pan inside her bedroom, "I already have your outfit laid out. So, all you need to do is shower and get dressed. Don't worry about fixing your hair either."
"Why?" Pan raised her eyebrow.
"Because, we're going to the hair salon." Bulla grinned.
Pan groaned. If there was one thing she hated more than shopping, it was a hair salon. Especially, one of the ones Bulla went to. Apparently, her suffering wasn't over after all. And, Bulla was making sure she suffered a lot.