Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lonely Wish ❯ Wishes and TWO Sex Scenes! ( Chapter 1 )

"Hmph!" she snorted to herself, flying through the air. She frowned deeply and shifted the backpack she was wearing around, deep in thought.

`Call me a wimp, will he?!' she thought. `Just because I won't fall head-over-heels for his best friend, he has the nerve to tell me I should date only strong guys! How the hell am I supposed to find any guys stronger than me that aren't Saiyans, I ask him! Humph. And he tells me that I should date Trunks then. What an arrogant thing to say!'

She landed lightly on the rocks of the valley she had found.

`There,' she thought to herself. `This should be far away enough.' And, swinging the backpack off of her shoulders and setting it down on the ground, she unzipped it and let the Dragonballs spill out onto the ground in a messy pile. She grinned, and the glowing orange light the balls emitted shone on her face.

"Come out Shenlong!" she shouted, stepping back a fair distance away. "I have a wish!"

In an explosion of light and swooshing sounds, the Dragon appeared and hovered. It opened its mouth to speak and-

"Okay! My wish is for the strongest guy in the universe to fall in love with me! Oh, but he has to be good-looking! And compatible with me, I don't need some freaky monster with tentacles falling in love with or anything like that!" Pan made a disgusted face at the thought.

The Dragon sweat-dropped at her forwardness and impatience. But, a wish was a wish, just the same. Invoking the right magic, he summoned forth the strongest, most compatible (and attractive, to a being like herself, he supposed) male in the universe.

Poor Pan. She hadn't specified enough.

In a flash of light (and a squeal, provided by the Wisher herself), a tall, heavily muscled man appeared, blinking confusedly in the bright daylight, and… stark naked.

Pan blushed all the way to the roots of her hair and stared. He was… huge! More than twice her size! She hadn't thought of this as a possibility when making the wish. Still gawking, she noticed a slight movement behind him and instantly recognized it. She paled.

`A… tail…' she though, shocked. This… this must be one of those Saiyans her grandpa and father had told her about when she was little! The ones that went around and purged planets of life before their planet was blown up! She panicked.

"Dragon!" she shouted. The man snapped his head in her direction and scented the air curiously. What was this little thing doing here? What was he doing here? Where was here?

"Dragon, my second wish! I wish I had a way to control him so he can't hurt anybody or wreak havoc or anything!"

The Dragon's eyes glowed once, and a thin collar appeared around the man's neck. The man howled in protest and tore at it, but it refused to budge.

"Done," the Dragon's voice boomed. And, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

The man snarled and snapped, infuriated at the restraint, and confused as to where he was and what he was doing here and just what the hell was going on. He rounded on Pan and stalked angrily in her direction.

She squeaked in alarm and put her hands out in front of her. "S-stop!" she commanded loudly. And, abruptly, he did. His eyes widened in alarm. There was something wrong here. This little thing was controlling his body, and… there was something else? It tickled the back of his mind and slowly worked its way down into his stomach and the rest of his limbs. He blinked, more confused than alarmed now. Just what the hell was this?

Pan blinked, before remembering that her wish must've given her complete control over him. Secure in the thought that he was no threat, she gained a sudden surge of confidence and walked briskly toward him and circled, appraising.

"Huh", she said out loud. "You seem pretty strong." And she nodded to herself, as if confirming it in her mind.

"So! What's your name anyway?" she said, staring straight up into his eyes without a hint of fear.

He blinked again in surprise. This was strange. This little thing wasn't afraid of him. Granted, she controlled his body, but to be unafraid? Even his own father had been afraid of him… that strange something tickled him again and he frowned slightly at the feeling.

"Won't tell me, eh?" Pan said, assuming his silence to be defiance instead. "Fine then! Tell me your name."

And compelled by the magic of the wish, he opened his mouth and uttered the name "Brolli."

Pan stepped back and thought for a moment. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. She shrugged it off. She doubted it was important at this point.

"Alright Brolli," she said. "I have to leave now. I want you to stay here though, okay? You can move around this valley all you want, but no massive destruction, you got that? I'll be back later."

And before he could even voice another word, she had gone and he was unable to fly after her.

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`Wait'll Bra hears about this!' Pan thought, flying up to Bra's bedroom window on the side of Capsule Corporation.

"OH! Trunks!"

Pan stopped in front of the window, shocked. Trunks was… over Bra… on the bed… moving? What?...

"Oh god, Trunks! Harder!"

"Uhnnn…"

Pan blushed bright red for the second time that day, but couldn't find the will to move away, or even avert her eyes. She stared, transfixed, as Trunks ground his hips slowly into Bra's, both fully clothed, but panting and sweating like they were in heat.

"Mmm! Oh, god Trunks, more!" and she arched up into him, grabbing his butt and pulling it into her.

He grinned instead and in a flash had her arms pinned down to the bed, holding her wrists together over her head with on of his hands. He moved his hand away to reveal that he had ki-banded her hands to the bed. She nearly screamed in frustration, but he didn't so much as flinch.

Pan started breathing hard and her hand moved unconsciously between her legs, rubbing in circles.

"Now hold still," Trunks said, and moved his hands underneath Bra's shirt, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently, still grinding against her. She moaned and threw her head back. Abruptly, he stopped and got up. She started to voice a protest when he roughly flipped her over onto her stomach and released her ki bindings. Positioning her on the edge of the bed, he unzipped his pants, moved his underwear out of the way, and stood by the bedside.

"Suck." He commanded.

"What?! Bu-"

"Suck and I'll fuck you. Promise."

She wrapped her mouth around his throbbing cock and sucked in long, wet draws, working her throat and tongue. He held her head gently and stroked her hair.

Pan gasped as she felt a dry orgasm hit her and faltered in the air. Quickly regaining her bearings, she raced off in a blind direction. The shock of what she had seen wasn't quite sinking in due to the unfulfilled orgasm. Her nether regions ached with unfilled need, and in that instant, an evil idea crept its way into the not-so-innocent Pan's head.

She headed for a faint, suppressed ki in a certain valley.

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Brolli lay on his back in the middle of a field, bored. There was nothing to do. And hell, he was cold. That damned little thing hadn't given him any clothes, and the only thing on him besides his skin was the fucking control collar. He growled and fingered it uselessly, then let his hand flop back onto the ground beside his head.

He sat up abruptly as a smell assaulted his nostrils and he sniffed the air curiously. Wet and musky…. What?...

"Why hello there," a voice behind him purred.

He turned his head and saw that same little thing from before right behind him, a seductive look in her eyes. His eyes widened considerably when he realized the smell was coming from her.

"You're mine, right? So I get to do what I want. Mine…"

Brolli froze where he sat, unsure of what to do.

"Let me…" Pan crooned, moving in front of him and kneeling, leaning over and stroking his limp length. He inhaled sharply and tensed, preparing to either move away or else push her away from him. Abruptly, the tickling feeling intensified and melted all of his tenseness. He relaxed very suddenly, and his member slowly came to life in her hands and he moaned involuntarily.

"Like that, do you?" Pan grinned, and bent over to lick teasingly at the head of his member, enjoying it immensely when she heard his breathing pick up its pace. She blew gently at her saliva left on him, and felt herself get wetter as he groaned and clenched his teeth.

"Wh-what are you?..." he panted, opening one eye slightly to look at her as she wrapped her mouth around him as best she could and suck on him. He bit back another moan and twitched.

Abruptly, she removed her hot slick mouth and stood up. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, confused.

"Why did you stop?"

She smiled at him and started removing her clothes, laying them all in a pile next to her. She all but purred at him as she leaned in close to his face and whispered.

"Make love to me."

Sparks of energy shot through his body almost painfully, no longer mere tickling sensations to obey. His eyes lit up, not sure what she meant, but willing, for once, to do as she told. He had a feeling he wouldn't regret it.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him. The feeling of some other being's skin on him, still pulsing with blood, was foreign to him. Nonetheless, he thought that he could come to enjoy it.

Still letting the wish do what it wished, he positioned her over his throbbing length and slowly lowered her onto it.

Pan moaned and closed her eyes, mouth falling open. It felt so good, having him sheathed inside her… she rolled her hips a little, begging for friction.

He shifted suddenly, now kneeling and supporting her by keeping both hands behind her, letting her rest on them. He hadn't quite taken into account how tiny she was compared to him… but it didn't seem to matter. He fit well enough.

He moved into her, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her heat and slickness rubbing against his member every time he moved, and purred at her moaning. And he gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts, impaling her deeply and licking at her neck and collarbone and breasts eagerly, if with some difficulty.

"Aaah! Oh god!" Pan yelled, throwing her head back and arching her back, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling herself back into his thrusts passionately. She panted hard, sweating profusely and moaning wantonly.

"M-more…" she whimpered in the throes of passion.

Brolli's eyes widened in slight worry as more sparks shot through him and he suddenly found his body ramming into her almost violently, hands on her hips to make sure she didn't move. The worry quickly faded away in the face of pleasure. The pace became frenzied and finally, almost stopped all-together as first, Pan screamed and cummed, her inner walls clamping down forcefully on him; and then he shouted and shot his hot seed deep into her in long spurts, rocking into her still, until they both stopped, sated and breathing hard.

He rolled them both onto their sides, mindful of his bulk potentially crushing her if they lay any other way, and held her against him, suddenly cold as the wind kicked up and chilled his sweat-soaked body. Pan, for her part, curled against him and fell asleep.

He watched her face curiously and stayed very still.