B is for Birthday

"You should get my brother like…a tie or something," Her blue-haired friend suggested as followed the raven-haired girl through the large shopping centre.

"I've already gotten him one as a gift," She sighed as her eyes scanned helplessly around the grand stores.

A commotion of kitchen utensils being used echoed from Trunks Briefs' kitchen.

"Aha! What about something like this? It's a cute gift," Her friend grinned as she stopped outside a gift store, holding up a cute stuffed bear.

"Used that one too," The black-haired girl sulked, remembering just how many times she'd bought him a stuffed animal as a gift.

Pan huffed as she whisked a bowl of batter vigourously.

"Get him a book. Trunks likes a good read, right? Dende, Pan, I have no idea what you should get him—I'm just getting him a watch; it's something that's easy to find in one of these store's but not cheap y'know," The blue haired girl exclaimed, fixing her eyes on a jewelry store as she did so.

"Braaaa, you're not helping here," The girl whined.

The sweet, refreshing tang of fresh fruit tingled Pan's nostrils as she minced some strawberries into thin slices.

"Hmmn, then why don't you do something straight from the heart? Like make him breakfast in bed, for example?" The girl's friend proposed, now guiding the raven-haired girl around the mall.

"But, just incase all else fails.." The blue-haired girl smirked in a sinister manner as she entwined her arm into hers, before pulling the girl into a lingerie boutique.

"Is that breakfast I smell?" Trunks strolled into his kitchen as he buttoned his shirt up, embracing Pan from behind as she worked diligently at his breakfast.

"It is, birthday boy, but it isn't ready yet." She said before lunging over, grabbing a can of whipped cream from the kitchen counter, before swirling it onto his plate.

"Les gaufres belges," Pan turned to face him now, his large plate of waffles in-hand as she cracked up herself and Trunks while attempting to name his food.

"What?" Trunks said, still out of breath from laughing.

"Waffles. Belgian Waffles," Pan explained, smacking him lightly on the arm.

"These look delicious, Pan," Trunks said as he reached for a fork from his table, before jabbing the waffles and wedging the food into his mouth, still standing.

"Trunks, you're going to choke if you eat that quick…" Pan mumbled with slight disappointment as she watched him gorge down his food.

"I, I'm sorry, Pan, I have a meeting at work today and I need to get going soon," Trunks now explained after having cleared his throat.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Pan stretched her mouth into a smile before pecking him lightly on the cheek.

"Oh, Pan, you have some flour here…" Trunks brushed his hands over her shoulder, before exposing her bare, lace bra-clad shoulder as her over-sized shirt slipped off it.

"…" His cheeks tinted; hesitantly retracting his hand, he averted his gaze.

"You better get going; you'll be late for your meeting," Pan reminded the lavender-haired man as she readjusted her shirt.

"Right," Trunks nodded in agreement as he now headed towards the door.

"I'll see you at your mom's place tonight. She's throwing your birthday party, remember?" She called after him as he fastened the laces on his shoes before picking up his suitcase, ready to leave.

"Yep. I'll see you then, Pan-chan," He nodded, smiling warmly to her, before shutting the door behind him, cursing to himself. Dende, out of all days, today had to be the one day his presence would matter at work.

Sulking, the man now exited the elevator doors before heading towards the main board room of Capsule Corp. He was already picturing the monotonously dull meeting taking place before him, as he'd try so desperately to not to fall asleep. He sighed inwardly as he pushed down the door handle to the open the meeting room, before being taken aback as an array of confetti and bright balloons greeted him.

"Happy birthday, president!" Many of the man's co-workers belted, surrounding him with their more than normal cheerfulness.

"Thank you guys, really," Trunks started as he shook his head in disbelief.

"But shouldn't we clean up and get ready for the meeting we have this morning?" Trunks continued as he now cleared his throat, swatting a balloon away from his face.

"…But, Briefs-sama…" One worker started, unable to explain himself.

"What is it, everyone? You all look spooked…did something bad happen?" He raised his brows as he questioned his employees.

"President, the truth is, there was never a meeting…just a surprise party for you. We figured if we booked you for something important, you'd actually show up to work on your birthday, unlike all the other times," Another one of his employees nervously explained.

"Wait…you guys mean there's no meeting?" He mumbled almost inaudibly.

"No, sir, just cake and presents," The office worker replied back.

"Have nice day, everyone," Trunks said his goodbyes as he fled Capsule Corp. before anyone was able to protest.

Meanwhile, Pan sighed to herself as she washed the last of the dishes she'd used in the process of making breakfast. She prayed to Dende that her food tasted alright, since she wasn't able to tell with Trunks' very brief appearance earlier in the morning. He didn't even get the chance to eat cake, she thought to herself as she laid her eyes on the small birthday cake sitting prettily on his kitchen table. Exhaling, she pulled herself a seat and sat before the cake she'd put her whole-hearted effort into. Pursing her lips, she poked at some icing along the edge of the cake before sticking it in her mouth.

"Having cake without me?" Pan's ears perked up as she heard the all too familiar voice of Trunks Briefs. Turning her head slightly, her eyes welcomingly greeted his. She stood up from the kitchen table before almost jumping into his embrace.

"I thought you had a meeting?" Pan hugged him almost suffocatingly; it was apparent that she was overjoyed by his presence.

"False alarm," He chuckled as he held her affectionately.

"What?" Pan uttered, giving him a look of slight confusion as she loosened her grasp she had on him.

"Don't worry about it," The man smirked charmingly before pecking Pan cutely on the nose, with her cutely scrunching her face in response.

"I made you a cake," Pan motioned as she nudged her head towards the cake, before her shirt teasingly slipped off her shoulders, yet again. Trunks would have to then kiss self-control goodbye after her large, innocent eyes looked up at him, timidly; she bit her lip out of embarrassment, which had been in an almost provoking manner to the lavender-haired male.

"Cake can wait." Trunks explained to Pan with a straight face as he lifted her up, bridal-style, as he headed up a flight of stairs towards his bedroom.

The girl buried her now reddened face into his warm chest as her arms tightly clung around his neck. She couldn't help but to grin foolishly as he dropped her onto his spacious bed.

"What's wrong?" Trunks chuckled as the girl now held her face in her palms, clearly unable to wipe her smirk away.

"Nothing, nothing at all," She shook her head, sitting upright on the bed, smiling lovingly at him. Not a thing was wrong; in truth, everything was right, now that Trunks was here. Pan finally had a chance to redeem herself—to make sure Trunks has the best birthday by far.

"Good," Trunks nodded, climbing into the bed before holding her tightly, his body pushing hers down against the plush comforter sheets.

Admiring the girl's blushing complexion with her body flush against his, he lowered his mouth onto hers. Entwining her legs into his, the girl brought her arms from her side up around his neck, pushing her lips earnestly back against his. He relentlessly tasted the girl's soft lips that still lingered with the sweet flavour of icing, trapping her body under his own. Bringing her bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue played tantalizingly at her lips. She moaned contently into his kiss as his lips met hers with passion, taking his dear time with her. Breaking his lips from hers, he pressed his lips onto her forehead compassionately.

"Thank you for breakfast," He spoke, smiling into her ear, bringing the most adorable, surprised look on the girl's face, having least expecting him to say that.

"I-it, it was nothing, really…" She let out a giggle as he nipped at her ear, then pecking his way down her jawline. Dear Kami-sama, Trunks felt almost at pure bliss with the girl of his fantasies defenseless in his grasp. The girl sighed in contentedness as he smirked against the skin of her collar bone.

"…So, you're not going to tell me why you're home from work so early?" Pan hummed beneath him as he slyly slid her shirt down her shoulders, bringing goosebumps to the girl's skin.

"There was no meeting; they just wanted me to show up to work for once on my birthday…" Trunks huffed, picking up the small girl and straddling her overtop himself before lifting her arms and pulling off her bothering fabric that was in the way.

"Then…why, why didn't you stay?" She mumbled, unable to look at him as he observed her lingerie clad breasts, awestruck.

"Why would I? You've been on my mind all morning," He spoke bluntly as he tilted her timid, flushed face towards him.

"It's been driving me past my own sanity," He whispered over her lips as his Cerulean eyes stared intensely into her own, before claiming her lips once again. She moaned noisily against his tongue as she felt him feel her mounds through the black lace of her bra.

"This is new," Trunks breathed as his lips left hers again.

"…It was…Bra, she made me buy it—ah," She uttered before gasping, his tongue now hotly teasing her breasts, having know pushed down the dainty undergarment in the way.

Trunks, too busy pursuing the raven-haired beauty, couldn't help but defenselessly let her hands wander his own body, fumbling with the fabric of his dress shirt until his godly torso was exposed.

"it's a shame you just bought these," Trunks shook his head now as he yanked off the shorts that Pan had on, exposing her matching lace panties. With one more pull, he snapped her bra right off her, ripping the lace into shreds.

"No fair," She pouted, still straddled above him. Lifting her butt off him, before she she grabbed the lavender-haired man's hips, firmly sliding down both his pants and his boxers in one go before they fell to the floor with the rest of their apparel. Sitting back onto him, directly atop his stiffened member, she teasingly grinded against him—her panties still intact.

Letting out a soft sigh, the raven-haired beauty now ground against the lavender-haired man in slow, repetitive motions, gradually lifting and lowering her hips to meet his. She purred when she felt the friction of his hardened cock against her sheathed core.

The sounds of her sighs were euphony; she was a gift sent from the Kais—that he thought at one point was unattainable—but here she was, whimpering blissfully above him.

She was all his.

It was too much for him to bear.

Growling almost barbarically, he flipped her onto her back. Retracting from his push, she knelt up onto all fours, knowing all too well of what was about to come.

Pan winced as she felt the elastic from her panties snap.

Trunks soon came from behind, surrounding her lithe body with his own.

"Thank you, Pan," He whispered huskily into her ear, biting it, as his hands held her her small, perk mounds.

With his guttural groan, and her soft cry, he thrust himself deeply into her from behind.

He didn't want anything else in the world than this. To be with Pan; Dende, she was just so splendid, it was almost too good to be true. No gift in the entire universe could be as great as this.

Pan responded back to Trunks' thrusts with as much intensity as she could, pushing herself back into him; this time needed to be special—it was their first birthday celebration together as a couple. She couldn't let this year slide by like all the rest.

"Trunks!" She cried in pleasure as he slammed himself into her roughly, lovingly. Craving her own release, the girl turned herself around to face him, pushing him downward, his back sinking into the mattress, before sitting upright, pushing his member back into her once more.

"Pan," Trunks now breathed in short, shallow breaths as she rode atop him fervently. With one more meeting of each other's hips, Pan screamed blissfully, unable to contain herself longer as she found her release, now bucking against him heedlessly. Trunks, soon after, reached his breaking point as he felt her uneven, erratic thrusts against him. He moaned in gratification, spilling himself into her, before collapsing down onto the bed.

"Happy birthday, Trunks," Pan gave the man a fatigued smile as she entwined her legs with his, both in a hot, sticky mess.

"Thank you," He sighed, before nuzzling his face into her chest comfortably.

"I love you, Pan-chan," He spoke sleepily, his words mumbled against her skin.

"I love you too, Trunks-kun."

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