Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure you all no this but just in case… I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Except Greg and his planet that is…

Anyways…

I changed the stories ratings from T to M because I finally got enough courage to write a lemon. I think it's kind of good for my first try.

I will warn you when the lemon approaches in BIG BOLD UNDERLINED letters

It's also cut off in sections

Enjoy ;)

Chapter 12

Bra and Goten

Bra was dazed.

'Wow. He got hotter, if it's possible.' Bra thought as she remembered the shimmering god stepping off the space ship and thought back to him in his younger years.

She couldn't help but lick her lips as she thought about the way his overly soft ones had touched the back of her hand and how that one spot had set on fire.

'Yum.' Was all that was repeating through her head, before she felt an arm wrap around her slender waist which had caught her by surprise.

Before her yelp could escape through her mouth, a hand had come up and covered her mouth, lightly dragging her into a near by dark room and she heard the door shut behind her.

"Who do you think..." She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence for a set of lips had set themselves upon her own.

They hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. The only light in the room was the one coming from the morning sun that had escaped through the blinds into the room and was now focused on Goten and Bra.

She knew who it was as soon as his lips had touched hers and she deepened the kiss throwing her hands around his neck and bending his head down towards hers and ravished him, devouring the taste of his lips and tongue.

Bra's back had found the wall and she arched in toward him as he sucked on her bottom lip nibbling lightly. Bra couldn't take the torture much longer and their lips met again, more hungry this time.

Bra wasn't about to let up. Goten had to pull his head away, with much great force, for as enjoyable the kiss was, he had to be able to breathe to experience it again and in the dark room all you could hear was the heavy uneven breathing of two Saiyans caught in the mist of lust and desire.

"Goten." Bra said once she was able to breathe again.

"Bra." Goten said with a clever smirk.

"Aww isn't that sweet." They heard an unfamiliar voice say as they turned to the far right corner of the room where a rocking chair was seated. It began to creak back and forth with the movement of an unknown black figure.

"Goten, you did make sure this room was empty didn't you?" Bra whispered.

Trunks and Greg

"Haha…haha." Trunks burst out laughing. He couldn't believe his ears.

They had made their way inside of Greg's guest room. Trunks was rolling on the bed, while Greg was staring at him curiously with his intense purple eyes, his back towards the door.

Trunks sat up to look at Greg who had a smug look on his face.

He wasn't joking.

"You're serious." Trunks said, now completely over his hysteric laughing.

"Dead." Greg replied.

"NO WAY! Have you completely ignored everything I JUST said! She's mine! You can't have her!" Trunks virtually screamed in his face like a 4 year old not wanting to share his toys.

"Trunks, she's a whore! It not like she'll ever be anything more here. Sharing her wouldn't hurt would it?" Greg replied as if it were the simplest thing in world.

"If she's such a whore, why do you want her then? Like you said, she'll do you no good. Go find someone else for your sick fantasies, you masochistic punk!" Trunks shot back.

"Oh good job Trunks, you used a big word! NOW SPELL IT!" He retorted "and she's pretty and I just like to irk you." He said as he shrugged it off his shoulders.

Trunks growled deep within his throat and he didn't know where it had come from.

Nobody called Pan a whore except for him.

'Not that I call her one anyways.' He thought again.

Trunks was about to react when his eyes flickered to the doorway.

A cruel smirk reached his lips when he saw who the person was who was standing there.

Pan

She had tried to go back to sleep but that whistle had agitated her to no extent.

'How dare he?!?' Pan thought angrily.

She was going to talk to them whether they wanted to, princes or not.

Pan walked down the hallway, falling the masculine voices that were growing louder and it wasn't just for the fact that she was approaching them.

She stood slightly outside the door, listening, or rather eavesdropping on their 'conversation'.

"Trunks, she's a whore! It not like she'll ever be anything more here. Sharing her wouldn't hurt would it?" She heard an outwardly calm Greg say.

'Whore!' Pan was sweltering with anger.

"If she's such a whore, why do you want her then? Like you said, she'll do you no good. Go find someone else for your sick fantasies, you masochistic punk!" Trunks replied and she could hear the anger ripping through his words.

She gave a half smile which quickly faded. Pan couldn't control herself and her ki spiked. She slowly slid into the room.

She knew Trunks had seen her for he gave an approving smirk. Before she knew it, she was standing behind Greg tapping lightly on his shoulder.

He turned his head startled by her presence. When he recognized her, he semi turned to face her but also kept an eye on Trunks. Trunks was known to fight dirty.

It took all the power Pan could get to muster enough will power to smile an angelic smile towards Greg as he smirked.

Trunks couldn't help but to burst out laughing. He knew exactly what was coming.

Greg looked at Trunks as if he had lost it and turned back to Pan.

She smiled one last time and it immediately lost its angel's touch and turned into the devil's scowl that would make Vegeta cower in fear, and apparently Trunks also, for he took a massive step away from the two.

She drew back her hand making a fist and connected it directly in the middle of Greg's face as hard as she could and she heard and felt the sickening crack of his nose from her blow.

"Nobody calls me a whore!" She spat in his face and attached her knee with his groin.

Greg was unconscious from the pain now.

"Wow." Was all Trunks could say. He really lov…liked this girl, he thought catching himself quickly.

She walked up to him and slapped him, not as hard as she had punched Greg, but all the same it had hurt.

She grabbed his hand, unknowingly entwining fingers and dragged him into a vacant room down the hall.

Trunks kicked Greg as he passed which earned him a growl from Pan. Trunks was still rubbing his cheek from the last hit.

Vacant Room

"What was that for!?!" Trunks screamed when Pan had secured the door. She was going to make sure no one interrupted. Trunks was about to get an ear full from her.

"Well I don't know, you basically agreed with him when he called me a whore. F.Y.I, I didn't want to or I don't want to be here. I didn't come knocking on the castle door you know. Ha, who am I kidding? You should know, you're the one who kidnapped me!" She was screaming back wildly.

'Kami, she's beautiful.' Trunks thought. He had tuned out of her yelling and was admiring the way her succulent lips were moving with each curse or derogatory word she threw at him.

"You're not even listening to me you arrogant jerk!" She yelled as she felt the tears rim her eyelids.

She began to walk away, she would be shot if she had to to escape from this place.

Trunks grabbed her by her arm spinning her towards him seeing her motive, and placed his lips on hers.

"You can't say you don't feel the electricity flow every time our lips touch." Trunks whispered to her when they separated for air.

She wanted more so she hungrily pushed her lips on his.

She blocked out the screaming thoughts that told her to stop. Her attraction to him was to much, she couldn't stop now.

LEMON LEMON LEMON AHEAD! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! (ill tell you when its over)

She felt her back attach with a hard wall. Trunks lips left her when he thought that she wouldn't protest any longer.

His lips ventured down her neck as he felt her fingers intertwine with his lavender locks.

He traveled further, leaving butterfly kisses as footprints of his journey down her body.

Pan couldn't take the sweet torment and wanted his lips on hers now.

She unlocked her hands from his hair and found his cheeks bringing his face up to meet hers and closed the small gap with her lips between them.

Trunks placed his hands on the small of her back, pulling her forward meshing their bodies together. She wrapped her legs around his waist when she didn't fell the cold wall anymore, not breaking their passionate kiss.

Trunks was backing up.

Destination: BED.

Trunks was going to be the first to fall on the bed, but he swung around so now Pan laid in front of him on the satin sheets.

Pan released her legs grip around his waist and broke the kiss momentarily for air while also removing his armor, which he didn't object too. Now all Trunks wore was blue spandex and boots of which he discarded of quickly after the armor. His muscles were well defined in the tight spandex and so were his other parts which Pan admired very much.

He lifted Pan's torso, ripping off her black tank top to reveal a black lace bra.

"Thanks for ripping my shirt off" she murmured as she glanced at her ruined top on the ground.

"Wanna see what else I can do." He whispered in her ear with a smirk.

Not stopping the nibbling assault on her ear, he used his free hands to discard of her, or rather his, bothersome sweatpants with a speedy yank. She wore matching underwear which made Trunks smile.

"That was unnecessary." She scolded, sticking out her tongue.

"Shut up." He said and began to kiss her again before she argued.

Trunks sat up for a second and admired her body. The morning sun shone through the windows casting an angelic ray over her half nude body. Her ivory skin shone at the sun's light as if she were covered in glitter.

"You're gorgeous." He said and captured her lips again.

He left her mouth, laying kisses all the way down, with no clothes to get in his way except her bra, to her perfect stomach.

Now he was licking around her belly button, kissing and nibbling innocently, even though there was nothing innocent about what they were doing.

He teasingly bit and pulled at her lace underwear, making her moan out in impatience.

Pan looked down and saw Trunks was almost fully dressed.

"That," She pointed at his spandex catching his attention, "That is not going to work."

She took his shoulder and pulled him towards her. Pan put her arms around him, searching for his zipper, quickly getting impatient. Once she found it, she yanked it down, breaking it by the force.

"Hasty aren't we?" He said with another smirk as he pulled off the blue spandex to reveal his blue boxers.

She ignored his comment.

"Much better." She said and when he came down she rolled over to where she was on top of his built chest.

"My turn." She said with an equal smirk. Pan didn't know what was possessing her but she needed him and now. She was done with playing.

Pan kissed down his chest, not missing each one of his abs. She reached the rim of his boxers, teasing him as he had her by pulling at it with her teeth. The only difference was that she had pulled them off deliberately off slowly over his hard member. This made Trunks moan deep within his chest and Pan flashed an award winning smile.

He flipped her over and detached of her bra in one quick motion.

"Show off." She managed to choke out and realized that her panties were also gone.

"It's my job." Trunks merely replied and made his way to her lips, where he heard her let out a groan of want at the friction their naked bodies were making. They were melded together in the heat of the lusty moment.

"Do you want this?" He asked nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Mhmm." Was all she could manage before she arched her back into him and began rocking her hips, begging for his entrance.

"Then say it." He growled in her ear.

"I want it." She said not slowing her movements, which were driving Trunks crazy.

"Now?" He asked, teasing her further even though he didn't know how much more he could take of her actions.

"Oh Kami Trunks, just do it!" '

Pan screamed her ecstasy as Trunks thrust into her. She dug her nails fiercely into his back, arching her own.

Their bodies were numb with the sheer pleasure, Trunks never slowing his motion.

Trunks screamed her name at the final thrust and lay limp on top of her.

They perspired, sweat dripping from their naked bodies.

"Oh Sweet Kami Pan." He said as he rolled from atop of her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer.

LEMON OVER:)

She fell asleep in his embrace as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent of apples and sweat, for a well needed rest.

Greg

Prince Gregory had finally awakened.

He was in an unfamiliar white room, lying in a soft cot. He reached up to touch his face which was wrapped in gauze excluding his eyes and mouth.

He saw the King and Queen standing in a corner. He groaned. The Queen rushed to his side.

"How are you feeling baby?" Bulma asked worried.

"Okay." He croaked out.

"Poor thing." She said in her baby cooing voice.

Vegeta grunted. "What happened to you?" he growled out.

The memory hit him sharply and he winced just remembering it.

Greg spoke one word.

"Pan."

A/N:

Who was in the room with Bra and Goten?

What will happen to Pan, once the King finds her?

Will something more develop between Trunks and Pan?

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