Hi. It has been a small eternity and I've been going through it. Anyways, the original plan was for me to write about Pan and Trunks taking some time off the grid for their first anniversary, but then I stopped writing, started writing, and then just quit for a really long time. Now, I wanna get back into my writing but I don't want to push myself too hard too fast. Case and point with all the timestamps I had slated to write when I embarked on this 'not a sequel' sequel journey, most of which still haven't gotten done and probably won't get done.
So I actually have a LOT of material written for TxP's first anniversary, but this is all I'll be posting for it. I might include some extras and tidbits over in my Vignettes fic that I have up. Check in over there sometime soonish if you're interested. Now, let's get into it. Enjoy the read.
Title is 'It's Our Anniversary' by Tony Toni Tone.
Timeframe: September 5th-7th, Age 804
Summary: A little peak into Trunks and Pan's weekend getaway. Smut, fluff, and mild hilarity to follow.
"Do you think if we both went super saiyan, had sex, and you got pregnant… the kid would be born a super saiyan?" Trunks inquired lazily, tracing inarticulate designs against the smooth skin of Pan's upper torso, just beneath the lower curve of her breasts.
Pan looked up from her phone, where she'd been answering work emails and the like, and stared at him blankly, "I… first of all," she raised a finger, "I'm on BC, so we won't be finding out anytime soon. Second," she raised a second finger, "I'm not about to entertain the thought of what laboring to bring a baby super saiyan into the world would be like. Sosai was hell and she was in her base form. Third," she ticked off, "how the hell did you even… just… why? Why?"
"I don't know," the saiyan Prince shrugged, "it popped into my head and I'd thought I'd ask." He leaned up on his elbows, silently beckoning for a kiss.
The brunette quarter saiyan rolled her eyes and obliged her husband, "I think I might've knocked a few bolts loose when I screwed your brains out after dinner." She giggled against his soft lips, "you still seem a little blissed out."
"Maybe," Trunks conceded with a chuckle, "I wouldn't mind a repeat performance…" as he spoke, he pushed himself up onto his knees and crawled over Pan's prostrate form. She laughed, leaned over to put her phone back on the bedside table, and wound her arms around his neck.
"If that's the case," Pan purred, "don't we need to switch around?" she looped one toned leg around his upper left thigh and shifted her weight, quickly and effortlessly rolling them over so she was perched on top of him, smirking mischievously. She sat up fully and shifted around so she was straddling him properly, and tossed her hair back over her shoulders haughtily.
Trunks whistled appreciatively at what the errant motion did to her naked breasts and smoothed his palms along the supple curves of her hips and torso. His thumbs stroked gingerly at the deep pink stretch marks marring her lower abdomen and hips tenderly. She was still soft there; the firmness of her muscles wasn't what it was before their daughter came into the world but he didn't mind one bit.
His Panny was beautiful, no matter what.
Pan smiled softly at him and shifted her weight back so the lower curve of her ass pressed against the very apparent proof of her husband's desire. His eyelids fluttered, lavender lashes kissing the sharp line of his cheekbones as a near-silent hiss slipped from between his clenched jaw. Trunks rocked his hips lightly, gently grinding his erection against his wife's soft derriere before she shifted out of his range.
Pan giggled softly at the plaintive moan Trunks released and raised herself up on her knees. She carefully scooted back a bit and wrapped her hand around the pulsing rod of flesh jutting up towards her. She carefully lined herself up and, with a little help from her mate, slowly speared herself on it.
Pan's wet warmth twitched violently at the initial entry, and Trunks bit back a savage growl as that moist tight heat slowly enveloped his cock in its familiar embrace. His gaze darted up from their joining to watch his wife's face shift and contort beautifully as she parted around him. He could feel her muscles bunching and releasing where his hands still rested low on her hips.
Pan released a soft airy sigh of pleasure as she settled, flush against her husband's thighs and blissfully full to the brim. She smoothed a hand over her lower abdomen and flexed her inner muscles experimentally, clenching tighter around him.
"Kami fuck," Trunks rasped, bucking his hips sharply, "that never gets old."
Pan set a breakneck pace, undulating her hips sinuously with each bounce, loving the way Trunks growled and moaned beneath her, utterly helpless. However, as fun as this position was, it took a bit longer for the quarter saiyan to reach completion. It was hard to get the right angle, so she needed some extra stimulation.
Trunks huffed a breathless chuckle as the dark haired nymph gyrating away on top of him grabbed his hands and jerked them away from her hips, placing them on her breasts.
"D-did you – fuck – did you pump?" he inquired, tentatively massaging the soft, pliant flesh, "you r-remember what ha-happened last time…" his head fell back against the pillows as Pan clenched hard in the midst of her writhing, a wanton moan on his lips.
"Yes I pumped," Pan snapped, the breathiness in her voice dulling the bite, "Trunks-kun…" she made a sharp, plaintive whine and pushed his hands urgently against her breasts.
One side effect of breastfeeding, which could be a blessing or curse depending on the situation, was that Pan's breasts were a lot more sensitive. Coupled with the scant amount of sex they'd been having, what with work and a baby to care for, she was feeling especially… heightened.
"Gentle," she gasped, "b-be gent – AH!" A sharp bolt of focused heat coursed through both her breasts. Her back arched in a bow and she could feel the ends of her hair tickling her lower back and the uppermost part of her ass. The culprit, a bit of ki channeled through her husband's fingertips, twisted and curled on itself.
"I know," Trunks responded, trembling as the well of heat in his lower abdomen continued to bloom, "I know." He smirked as Pan shook on top of him, movements growing jerky.
"I… I… f-f-fuck," Pan panted desperately, "T-Trunks…" she twitched violently as the heat teased at her nipples a bit longer before dissipating.
The saiyan Prince chuckled, eyes dark with lust as his wife gasped and mewled helplessly, "is that better for you, Pan-chan?" he began circling her tight nipples with his thumbs, careful to mind the amount of pressure he applied.
"Kami yes," she settled back into her rhythm, moving faster now as Trunks' ki and ministrations spurred her on. Trunks found he didn't need to help much beyond that, only instinct and a particularly sinful move from his wife had him bucking up into her heat helplessly.
Pan's climax caught them both by surprise.
Trunks grunted sharply as his wife's insides clenched almost unbearably tight. Above him, her back arched in a gorgeous bow as a keening wail burst from her swollen lips, echoing slightly in the enclosed space. The repeated, almost unbearably tight clench and release of her muscles dragged him over the edge with a guttural snarl. He lowered his hands to her hips and gripped them tight enough to bruise, thrusting up into that lush heat as liquid warmth spilled eagerly from his cock.
Pan shuddered as she came down and Trunks' ki left her body entirely, leaving her lower lips almost uncomfortably cool. She placed her hands on his pectorals to keep herself steady as she gathered her bearings.
"You," she rasped, "and your goddamn tricks." A damp sensation caught her attention and she glanced down curiously. Despite Trunks' efforts to be gentle, a scant amount of breastmilk leaked from her nipples and spilt down the underside of her breasts to drip from the lower curve. She could almost hear the soft 'plip' of it landing on her mate's lower abdomen.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself," the lavender haired demi saiyan drawled, voice gravelly with residual arousal, "I know I was." He grasped one shaking hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss.
"Remember the first time we had sex after Sosai was born and Marron gave me the all clear?" Pan inquired, lips twitching with mirth.
"You and I remember that very differently," the Prince told Pan frankly, "I remember trying to have sex and failing miserably because our daughter couldn't bear to not be the center of attention for more than five minutes." His eyes glowed with amusement, "and then we took her to my parents' house and my dad clocked us immediately."
Pan flushed pink at the memory of Vegeta bluntly calling them on their shit as he plucked Sosai from her arms and slammed the door in their faces. She carefully raised herself up on jelly limbs and clambered off of her husband's now limp cock with a quiet whine. The feel of it raking against her walls as it left her sent chills up her spine.
"Fuck," she muttered, glancing down at the slick fluids coating her inner thighs, "you didn't use a condom."
"So?" Trunks shrugged dismissively, "you're on the pill."
"Yes, but I'm very fertile," she pointed sharply at him, "and don't even get me started on your sperm count, buster."
"Shit."
The two bewildered hybrids exchanged a wide eyed look, and glanced down at Pan's softened lower abdomen almost warily.
Pan snarled, "so help me Dende, if I'm pregnant again, I'm murdering you."
"Hey, it takes two."
Pan rolled out of bed and scurried into the bathroom to clean herself up, muttering curses as she went. Trunks glanced down at his now entirely limp cock and sighed, "we keep getting ourselves into trouble, buddy."
"Maybe we should go get some Plan B," he offered as the sound of the shower starting up piqued his ears, slowly rolling out of the bed, "better to be safe than sorry." Trunks made his way to the bathroom door, and bit back a laugh at the sight of Pan using the handheld showerhead to rid herself of his semen.
The quarter saiyan turned the showerhead off with a quick jerk, "that'd probably be best, but you can't go."
"What? Why?"
The brunette saiyan hybrid gave her husband a pointed look, "you have a very distinct look, babe. All it takes is one picture posted on social media and then the next thing you know we'll have a scandal on our hands. 'CC President caught red handed buying Plan B. Is he cheating? Find out tonight at 9!'"
"What, you mean like that one time you forgot to wear your wedding ring to work and all the news stations were convinced we were getting a divorce by noon?" Trunks drawled, bemused.
"That was hilarious and you know it. Also, that was pregnancy brain. Okay," she grabbed a nearby towel and dried herself off, "I'll go, you stay here and whip up something to eat." She strode out of the bathroom, leaning up to peck his jaw as she passed him.
"I'm not really mad, but you already know that," Pan continued, whizzing around the bedroom in search of a set clothes, "I just… after my whole post-partum one-woman crusade to be the number one mom," she cringed a bit, "I don't think it'd be a good idea to risk another pregnancy before Sosai makes it to single digits. I'm better now, but," she paused in the middle of slipping into a fresh pair of underwear, staring off into the middle distance, "it's just not a good idea."
Trunks frowned in concern, "I know, I know you're not upset, and we've talked about kids. Well, more like we reassessed kids now that we have one and really know what we're getting into," he hummed, "and it would be smart for me to hang back, avoiding unnecessary scandal and all that."
"Your mother in particular would appreciate it." Pan teased gently, "it'll be fine. I'll be quick. Make us something good to eat."
I wanted to keep going, but I couldn't think of where to go next and this felt like a good spot to wrap it up. Hope you guys enjoyed the read.
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