Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Clandestine Kisses ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
Chapter seven was one that I have most enjoyed writing... I hope you liked reading it.
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Arranged Love
Chapter 8 : Clandestine Kisses
"How much more is it?" Pan shouted at Trunks. They had been flying for over an hour and she was sure that they were at the other side of the planet by now.
As if reading her thoughts, Trunks snickered. "Vegetassei has a lot more of volume than Earth. It is twice the space of your Planet Jupiter."
She was astounded by his knowledge of the planets of her system. "How did you know that?"
"Mother loves to teach us things like that. She made the realization when she first came here." He shrugged.
"Your mother is interested in many areas of study, isn't she?"
"She studied a little from all on her planet." Trunks smirked as he spotted the place they were looking for. "We're almost there."
"Finally," Pan quickly followed him as Trunks sped up his flying.
The ruined city came in the horizon. The pale buildings, laid in ruins at the destroyed land. All sings of life had evaporated from view.
Pan gasped at the sight of all the destruction. Her breath caught at the aura of death that clung on to the atmosphere.
"I know," Trunks said as soon as they both touched the earth around. "The aura of death still clings in this space."
Pan walked forward, Trunks measly followed her. She was the tourist. She passed through the broken walls and the hard debris of the recent fallen factures.
"These ruins are too old to be the one that Bra talked to me about," she murmured. Trunks smiled at her assumption.
"You're right," she still moved on forward. "This is the oldest ruin that is still untouched. This is from the times when this planet had a war with itself."
Pan had taken a seat in the middle of all the ruin. She stared blindly through all the places in which she could not make her mind. She placed her hand to the space beside her and motioned for Trunks to take the seat.
"Tell me about it." She didn't much ask but commanded.
Trunks took his seat and waited a moment before starting.
"This planet was divided in two sectors in the beginning. The two races were always at war as they both tried to rule over the other. Well, to make the story short, the saiyans defeated the arayans and took over. But, being as primitive as they were and because of their blood, there were always fights in between tribes."
Trunks motioned to the ruins before them. "This was one of the weakest tribes that suffered the wars."
"I knew that even though there are differences in races, their mode of thinking is still the same."
"The good thing is that we've come a long way from that," Trunks smirked at his surroundings. "This right here is a momentum of what happened in the past. This serves these generations as a look to the past and what could happen if we fall back down to those times."
"It's good to know," Pan lifted a portion of the soil in between her fingers and let it slid softly through her fingers. "Just how did a king come to rule the planet then? Since there were wars in the planet, I don't think that it was in their minds to just appoint one."
"Yeah," Trunks took a rock from his side and sent it through the air to one of the walls. It slid softly off. "When King Cold and Freeza first came on to this quadrant, they appointed one of the strongest saiyan warriors of all the tribes to lead them. They figured that with an appointed leader that they would serve better and that's how their empire strengthened and they were able to take other the South portion of this world much easier."
"Which member to your family was appointed?" Pan asked. She was curious on how many generations ago this came to be.
"It was my great grandfather," Trunks threw another rock to the same place. "By that time, King Cold was the one that dealt with most of these things. After the reins came to my grandfather, Freeza took hold and King Cold 'retired' from this. He returned to his planet and lived off the stolen riches that were acquired."
"Is he dead as well?" Pan asked. She had heard from her grandfather that King Vegeta had killed Freeza in combat at the great war, but she hadn't heard of someone killing King Cold.
"No, he's as alive as ever." His tone sounded of disgust. "He's still in that planet of his. He doesn't care for anything more than his life as a King."
"In which quadrant is his empire?"
"On the Eastern Quadrant. It's still under his control."
"I feel sorry for the people that live there."
"Those races are in the worst conditions that you'll ever know." Trunks settled his eyes to the dust. "Most uprisings are a thing of the past as they know that even if one word is uttered, the croons of Cold will quell it as soon as word reaches them."
Pan shivered at the thoughts of being there.
"But," Trunks changed the subject. "We have nothing to fear from them. After the death of Freeza, we drew a contract to not interfere with the Eastern Quadrant if none of them try to take over the North Quadrant."
"I still don't think it's right. A dictator who cares nothing for the people that he's ruling over is a bastard who doesn't deserve anything."
"At least we aren't like that," Trunks chuckled at the old stories that Bardock used to tell him when he was younger. Now, those were truly stories of terror.
"No," A slight shiver raced through her. The stories that were said to travel around earth were nothing to what was usually said.
"What's wrong?" Trunks noticed her change of mood.
"I was just thinking about the rumors that go around Earth," Pan smiled wickedly. "They say that the saiyans are a despicable race."
Trunks chuckled. "We are when we want to be."
"But that's not what you are." She amended. "When Bulma and your father visited Earth, no one knew that the King of the saiyans that kept the planet from being taken over by other forces and enslaved at the same time," she giggled at the contradiction she just had said. "All they knew was that a representative had arrived and staying for some time to observe the contracts."
"So they never knew that dad was actually there," Trunks realized.
"Yeah. Earth is a little complicated than most planets. The human beings there are not as smart as they seem."
"You look smart to me," Trunks smiled at her indignant posture.
"That's not what I meant." She huffed and his smile broke even wider.
It seemed that the space between them was growing softer to thread in. It had been four days since the party and Pan had taken to avoid him at all times. She had busied herself with getting caught up with Goten or going over projects that his mother had been working on.
When meeting had been inevitable, she acted as though nothing was wrong.
Thinking in that area, Trunks had a question. "Pan," she turned to him a little taken aback. She had been distracted by thoughts of her own. "Do you know why Goten is spending so much time sparring and exercising at the Gravity Machines?"
"Oh," Pan blushed. "I guess you didn't know."
"Didn't know what?"
"I received a call from my grandfather." The subject seemed to be a little touchy. "There's been some problems with the Dragonballs and an organization that has been tracking them down. Your mother is remaking a better high frequency radar to track them down on Earth so that they will find them quicker."
"What does that have to do with Goten?" Trunks was confused.
"He's taking it back as soon as Bulma is ready with it."
"He's going back to Earth?"
"For some time. Father and grandfather are going to put a stop to the organization as soon as he gets there. All for the better."
He caught a dejected tone in her voice.
"Why do you sound so dejected?"
"I feel left out." She admitted. "I would do anything to be there and help them."
"Why don't you then?" He didn't see what the problem was.
"Because I'm here in a visit," he now understood. "I just can't pack up and leave."
"You could if you wanted to."
"It's not that simple."
"So, you've thought about it," he gave a feigned gasp. "You're planning on leaving and you haven't even said anything to us."
She knew he was playing. She gave him a forceful punch on his elbow and smiled at his hurt. "You don't have to hurt me to prove your point." He yelped in surprise. The punch had hurt.
"Plus," Pan smirked at the new information she sustained. "What would you say if I tell you that I think that sister of yours is turning my uncle into a lovesick puppy?"
Trunks winced at the term but the rest he couldn't believe. "I wouldn't believe it."
"Well," Pan got up from her seat and shook the dust off. "Let's just say that I saw them after that dinner."
"The one that you have been avoiding me since then?" He asked innocently following her.
"I am not avoiding you," Pan shouted back at him.
"Then, it must be my imagination that you take the wrong hallways when I'm passing through." He knew he had touched a nerve there. "Or that every time we are left alone, you say you are needed somewhere else as if I am the big bad wolf and I'm about to eat you."
"I do not," she said indignantly.
"Or how about you've been postponing this trip for days," he said interrupting her.
"Trunks," Pan yelled at the top of her lungs before she lunged at him. She wasn't afraid of anything. Especially not him. "Just wait until I get me hands on you."
Knowing how she would be if she caught him now. Before she could trap him as she lunged, Trunks turned around and started to run.
Pan quickly followed in after him. Trunks ran as fast as he could to get pass the ruins without breaking anything in his path. Before he could actually break his bones running this frantically in this situation though, he deviated to the right, leading them out of the ruins to the open prairie that held only grass.
"Stop right there Trunks," Pan bellowed from behind. She was really close to him. "I'm not the one running away."
"You're right," he said from his spot. In a turning point, he stopped right in his tracks and turned around to her. Before she could stop it, Trunks had her caught in his arms and was grinning like an idiot.
"Stop grinning like an idiot and let me go you idiot," she growled at him. She used her hands to push him away but he only held on with a greater grip.
"No beautiful," Trunks leaned down and took a whiff of her hair. "Um, lilies. Same shampoo Bra uses."
"Let me go you brute," Pan shouted with all her might. It might have helped if she had been taller.
"Not a chance," he whispered lightly to her ear. He breathed in her scent.
"What are you doing?" There was a little tension on her voice.
Trunks grinned at her expression. He leaned down to be eye to eye with her. "I'm going to kiss you senseless."
"Don't you dare," her warning was swamped by his mouth as he settled his lips over hers.
"Um," Pan tried to stop him. Before she could try to pull away though, Trunks placed one of his hands behind her face and used the other one to propel her to him.
Knowing she would resist, he took it slow. He didn't want to, but he did. Pan's resolve weakened as soon as his lips had settled on hers. Now, the caress that he was inducing with his lips just made her yearn for more.
Taking advantage of her weakening, Trunks opened his mouth to take hers. His motion had her gasping for a breath. For support, Pan set her hand on his chest plate, trying to sustain herself. It wasn't easy. She could barely move.
Just then, his tongue brushed hers in an incentive dance. What was left of her breath got caught. Taking the moment, she retaliated. She tangled her mouth to his, and clung to his figure in a need too strong.
Her advancements gained a grunt from Trunks. She was taking control of the situation, he didn't mind a bit. He wanted to see what she could do. Their mouths pressed together; hot, intense. He could not make out if this was the same Pan he had just been talking to just minutes ago.
They seemed to be millenniums away as he could not remember anything at all. All he could remember was that she was here with him and kissing him with a fervor stole all of his strength away.
She stroked with her tongue. Demanding, caressing, wanting. He didn't know how or why, but he wanted to fulfill all that she wanted.
Their warm breaths mingled as they separated but a centimeter. Their ragged breaths came in short gasps.
"Did you feel that?" Pan barely managed to get the words out between her gasps.
"Everything," Trunks said upon taking her again.
This time the battle came easily. Pan quickly responded to his demanding mouth. Her attack only earned more demands from Trunks. Pan slipped her hand through his locks, entangling his hair on her fingers. Trunks own traveled down her head leaving a trail of warm caresses to her waist.
They just stared at each other. None relenting. Their figures proud of their stance, knowing what could happen if either said no.
"This can never happen again," was the first thing that came out of her mouth when she could articulate any words.
"Who's to stop it?" Trunks asked before taking her mouth with his.
"I am," Pan pushed him away as soon as he had released her from his kiss. "Don't do that ever again."
Her tone held a menace, but Trunks also felt her slight trembling. He wasn't about to give up now. No, not now that he had a taste of her. He needed to possess her completely now.
"Don't kiss me again," her trembling tone gave away the hardness of what she had wanted to sound as intimidation.
"Alright," Trunks told her what she wanted to hear, but she hadn't expected him to just agree with her outright. She should feel relieved, but a dejected pang in her chest said otherwise. She had expected him to just throw his arms around her and kissing her with that shattering wave which he portrayed every time his lips settled over hers.
For now. Trunks smirked at his inner thoughts. He wasn't going to screw this up by being forward. No, he first had to know more. She was a puzzle. She said one thing and do another thing entirely by impulse.
"Tell me about your life on Earth?" He asked.
Pan stopped on her tracks as he heard him. He wanted to know about Earth? What was happening? She threw him a suspicious look. "Hasn't Goten talked about it to you?"
Trunks had to admit, he had but, he still wanted to know about her. Her parents, her life, her friends... her complete life away from this planet.
"Yeah, but yours has to be different." He quickly recovered. "Goten said that your mother is one of the richest people on Earth."
"Yes, she is." Pan laughed at the stories she remembered her mother tell her about her maternal grandfather. "You would not believe just how her family ever got to be that powerful?"
He felt the mood light up. He needed that. He wanted her to confide in him. He wanted to know. "Tell me, then I'll see if I believe."
***
Damn him.
Bra growled in anger. She had spent the entire four days thinking about him. And to top it all off, Agatha had told her that she had forgotten one of the plants.
She had been so embarrassed and Agatha had just stood there, smiling as if she knew just what had been on her mind for the past four days.
Bra staggered through the hallways of the palace until she meet a Pan with a really long face.
"What's wrong with you?" Bra asked immediately. She knew that it hadn't been really concerned in her asking, but she wanted to know what was happening.
"Problems on Earth," Pan had answered with haste.
Too quickly, Bra realized as Pan slipped into her room. Way too quickly for her liking. Why did she have this feeling at the bottom of her stomach that Trunks had something to do with that. Probable because it did.
Uh-huh. One more thing to preoccupy. Damn them all.
Ready to beat the crap out of whoever was training at the Gravity machine, Bra entered the first phase. She looked through the glass to see who was training and her breathing stopped for a moment.
Goten was in the middle of the room, with his arms and legs straight on to take anyone that would dare enter. His body was glistening with the sweat of a day's workout. Each muscle moved in rhythm with each movement he made.
Each kick, each punch required a different motion from his body.
Bra stood there open mouthed.
She had seen plenty of saiyans training, but none had made her mouth go suddenly dry and make her heart beat go through the roof. Her breathing labored, as if fighting with itself. All she had wanted to do moments ago was to kill him for intruding her thoughts for all those days, but now... she didn't know what she wanted to do now.
"You know," a voice from behind brought her out of her trance with Goten's body. "You should go in there instead of passing the whole day staring at his body."
Bra was horrified. She had been caught at staring at him and with no one other than Bardock. This was taking a turn but she didn't know if it was for the better or for worse.
"I wasn't..." she started to make an excuse as the wheels in her brain started to look for something that would actually even justify what she was doing.
"Just get in there," Bardock growled at the statue she made and pushed her through the doors. He had seen enough of them and how they acted to know just what was really on their minds.
Goten turned around to the two intruders of his training. A smile broke his scowling face as he saw her. So she was finally back.
"Make her train," Bardock said to his grandson as he closed the door and put a mechanical lock on the door to enter phase one. No one would be able to interrupt them.
Whoever said that he hadn't had a romantic bone in his body?
"Did he just lock us here?" Bra asked Goten frantically as she reached for the door.
"It seems so." Goten knew just how it would be impossible to break the hold. At least they could move out of the gravity machine to phase one and no one would be able to enter to disturb their 'training'.
"For how long?" Bra was afraid of the answer.
"Who knows?" Goten answered truthfully. He keyed in on the main computer of the machine and waited for the read outs. He smiled at the results.
"Twenty hours?" Her cry/shout played drums on his ears. He cringed at the result.
"What's wrong princess?" He taunted. "What's wrong with being in a room alone with me for 20 hours? Are you afraid of something?"
Bra shook her head to disagree but deep inside something told her that she should be afraid.
She was stuck with her future husband on the gravity machine for 20 whole hours. That was enough to shatter her protective bubble. What was she to do? Especially if every time he came within a half mile radius she seemed to freeze and launch herself into his arms and let him kiss her senseless?
Oh, this was bad.
"No," she chuckled nervously. "There's nothing to be afraid of at all."
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(Who knew Bardock had a romantic bone in his body?)
Chapter seven was one that I have most enjoyed writing... I hope you liked reading it.
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Arranged Love
Chapter 8 : Clandestine Kisses
"How much more is it?" Pan shouted at Trunks. They had been flying for over an hour and she was sure that they were at the other side of the planet by now.
As if reading her thoughts, Trunks snickered. "Vegetassei has a lot more of volume than Earth. It is twice the space of your Planet Jupiter."
She was astounded by his knowledge of the planets of her system. "How did you know that?"
"Mother loves to teach us things like that. She made the realization when she first came here." He shrugged.
"Your mother is interested in many areas of study, isn't she?"
"She studied a little from all on her planet." Trunks smirked as he spotted the place they were looking for. "We're almost there."
"Finally," Pan quickly followed him as Trunks sped up his flying.
The ruined city came in the horizon. The pale buildings, laid in ruins at the destroyed land. All sings of life had evaporated from view.
Pan gasped at the sight of all the destruction. Her breath caught at the aura of death that clung on to the atmosphere.
"I know," Trunks said as soon as they both touched the earth around. "The aura of death still clings in this space."
Pan walked forward, Trunks measly followed her. She was the tourist. She passed through the broken walls and the hard debris of the recent fallen factures.
"These ruins are too old to be the one that Bra talked to me about," she murmured. Trunks smiled at her assumption.
"You're right," she still moved on forward. "This is the oldest ruin that is still untouched. This is from the times when this planet had a war with itself."
Pan had taken a seat in the middle of all the ruin. She stared blindly through all the places in which she could not make her mind. She placed her hand to the space beside her and motioned for Trunks to take the seat.
"Tell me about it." She didn't much ask but commanded.
Trunks took his seat and waited a moment before starting.
"This planet was divided in two sectors in the beginning. The two races were always at war as they both tried to rule over the other. Well, to make the story short, the saiyans defeated the arayans and took over. But, being as primitive as they were and because of their blood, there were always fights in between tribes."
Trunks motioned to the ruins before them. "This was one of the weakest tribes that suffered the wars."
"I knew that even though there are differences in races, their mode of thinking is still the same."
"The good thing is that we've come a long way from that," Trunks smirked at his surroundings. "This right here is a momentum of what happened in the past. This serves these generations as a look to the past and what could happen if we fall back down to those times."
"It's good to know," Pan lifted a portion of the soil in between her fingers and let it slid softly through her fingers. "Just how did a king come to rule the planet then? Since there were wars in the planet, I don't think that it was in their minds to just appoint one."
"Yeah," Trunks took a rock from his side and sent it through the air to one of the walls. It slid softly off. "When King Cold and Freeza first came on to this quadrant, they appointed one of the strongest saiyan warriors of all the tribes to lead them. They figured that with an appointed leader that they would serve better and that's how their empire strengthened and they were able to take other the South portion of this world much easier."
"Which member to your family was appointed?" Pan asked. She was curious on how many generations ago this came to be.
"It was my great grandfather," Trunks threw another rock to the same place. "By that time, King Cold was the one that dealt with most of these things. After the reins came to my grandfather, Freeza took hold and King Cold 'retired' from this. He returned to his planet and lived off the stolen riches that were acquired."
"Is he dead as well?" Pan asked. She had heard from her grandfather that King Vegeta had killed Freeza in combat at the great war, but she hadn't heard of someone killing King Cold.
"No, he's as alive as ever." His tone sounded of disgust. "He's still in that planet of his. He doesn't care for anything more than his life as a King."
"In which quadrant is his empire?"
"On the Eastern Quadrant. It's still under his control."
"I feel sorry for the people that live there."
"Those races are in the worst conditions that you'll ever know." Trunks settled his eyes to the dust. "Most uprisings are a thing of the past as they know that even if one word is uttered, the croons of Cold will quell it as soon as word reaches them."
Pan shivered at the thoughts of being there.
"But," Trunks changed the subject. "We have nothing to fear from them. After the death of Freeza, we drew a contract to not interfere with the Eastern Quadrant if none of them try to take over the North Quadrant."
"I still don't think it's right. A dictator who cares nothing for the people that he's ruling over is a bastard who doesn't deserve anything."
"At least we aren't like that," Trunks chuckled at the old stories that Bardock used to tell him when he was younger. Now, those were truly stories of terror.
"No," A slight shiver raced through her. The stories that were said to travel around earth were nothing to what was usually said.
"What's wrong?" Trunks noticed her change of mood.
"I was just thinking about the rumors that go around Earth," Pan smiled wickedly. "They say that the saiyans are a despicable race."
Trunks chuckled. "We are when we want to be."
"But that's not what you are." She amended. "When Bulma and your father visited Earth, no one knew that the King of the saiyans that kept the planet from being taken over by other forces and enslaved at the same time," she giggled at the contradiction she just had said. "All they knew was that a representative had arrived and staying for some time to observe the contracts."
"So they never knew that dad was actually there," Trunks realized.
"Yeah. Earth is a little complicated than most planets. The human beings there are not as smart as they seem."
"You look smart to me," Trunks smiled at her indignant posture.
"That's not what I meant." She huffed and his smile broke even wider.
It seemed that the space between them was growing softer to thread in. It had been four days since the party and Pan had taken to avoid him at all times. She had busied herself with getting caught up with Goten or going over projects that his mother had been working on.
When meeting had been inevitable, she acted as though nothing was wrong.
Thinking in that area, Trunks had a question. "Pan," she turned to him a little taken aback. She had been distracted by thoughts of her own. "Do you know why Goten is spending so much time sparring and exercising at the Gravity Machines?"
"Oh," Pan blushed. "I guess you didn't know."
"Didn't know what?"
"I received a call from my grandfather." The subject seemed to be a little touchy. "There's been some problems with the Dragonballs and an organization that has been tracking them down. Your mother is remaking a better high frequency radar to track them down on Earth so that they will find them quicker."
"What does that have to do with Goten?" Trunks was confused.
"He's taking it back as soon as Bulma is ready with it."
"He's going back to Earth?"
"For some time. Father and grandfather are going to put a stop to the organization as soon as he gets there. All for the better."
He caught a dejected tone in her voice.
"Why do you sound so dejected?"
"I feel left out." She admitted. "I would do anything to be there and help them."
"Why don't you then?" He didn't see what the problem was.
"Because I'm here in a visit," he now understood. "I just can't pack up and leave."
"You could if you wanted to."
"It's not that simple."
"So, you've thought about it," he gave a feigned gasp. "You're planning on leaving and you haven't even said anything to us."
She knew he was playing. She gave him a forceful punch on his elbow and smiled at his hurt. "You don't have to hurt me to prove your point." He yelped in surprise. The punch had hurt.
"Plus," Pan smirked at the new information she sustained. "What would you say if I tell you that I think that sister of yours is turning my uncle into a lovesick puppy?"
Trunks winced at the term but the rest he couldn't believe. "I wouldn't believe it."
"Well," Pan got up from her seat and shook the dust off. "Let's just say that I saw them after that dinner."
"The one that you have been avoiding me since then?" He asked innocently following her.
"I am not avoiding you," Pan shouted back at him.
"Then, it must be my imagination that you take the wrong hallways when I'm passing through." He knew he had touched a nerve there. "Or that every time we are left alone, you say you are needed somewhere else as if I am the big bad wolf and I'm about to eat you."
"I do not," she said indignantly.
"Or how about you've been postponing this trip for days," he said interrupting her.
"Trunks," Pan yelled at the top of her lungs before she lunged at him. She wasn't afraid of anything. Especially not him. "Just wait until I get me hands on you."
Knowing how she would be if she caught him now. Before she could trap him as she lunged, Trunks turned around and started to run.
Pan quickly followed in after him. Trunks ran as fast as he could to get pass the ruins without breaking anything in his path. Before he could actually break his bones running this frantically in this situation though, he deviated to the right, leading them out of the ruins to the open prairie that held only grass.
"Stop right there Trunks," Pan bellowed from behind. She was really close to him. "I'm not the one running away."
"You're right," he said from his spot. In a turning point, he stopped right in his tracks and turned around to her. Before she could stop it, Trunks had her caught in his arms and was grinning like an idiot.
"Stop grinning like an idiot and let me go you idiot," she growled at him. She used her hands to push him away but he only held on with a greater grip.
"No beautiful," Trunks leaned down and took a whiff of her hair. "Um, lilies. Same shampoo Bra uses."
"Let me go you brute," Pan shouted with all her might. It might have helped if she had been taller.
"Not a chance," he whispered lightly to her ear. He breathed in her scent.
"What are you doing?" There was a little tension on her voice.
Trunks grinned at her expression. He leaned down to be eye to eye with her. "I'm going to kiss you senseless."
"Don't you dare," her warning was swamped by his mouth as he settled his lips over hers.
"Um," Pan tried to stop him. Before she could try to pull away though, Trunks placed one of his hands behind her face and used the other one to propel her to him.
Knowing she would resist, he took it slow. He didn't want to, but he did. Pan's resolve weakened as soon as his lips had settled on hers. Now, the caress that he was inducing with his lips just made her yearn for more.
Taking advantage of her weakening, Trunks opened his mouth to take hers. His motion had her gasping for a breath. For support, Pan set her hand on his chest plate, trying to sustain herself. It wasn't easy. She could barely move.
Just then, his tongue brushed hers in an incentive dance. What was left of her breath got caught. Taking the moment, she retaliated. She tangled her mouth to his, and clung to his figure in a need too strong.
Her advancements gained a grunt from Trunks. She was taking control of the situation, he didn't mind a bit. He wanted to see what she could do. Their mouths pressed together; hot, intense. He could not make out if this was the same Pan he had just been talking to just minutes ago.
They seemed to be millenniums away as he could not remember anything at all. All he could remember was that she was here with him and kissing him with a fervor stole all of his strength away.
She stroked with her tongue. Demanding, caressing, wanting. He didn't know how or why, but he wanted to fulfill all that she wanted.
Their warm breaths mingled as they separated but a centimeter. Their ragged breaths came in short gasps.
"Did you feel that?" Pan barely managed to get the words out between her gasps.
"Everything," Trunks said upon taking her again.
This time the battle came easily. Pan quickly responded to his demanding mouth. Her attack only earned more demands from Trunks. Pan slipped her hand through his locks, entangling his hair on her fingers. Trunks own traveled down her head leaving a trail of warm caresses to her waist.
They just stared at each other. None relenting. Their figures proud of their stance, knowing what could happen if either said no.
"This can never happen again," was the first thing that came out of her mouth when she could articulate any words.
"Who's to stop it?" Trunks asked before taking her mouth with his.
"I am," Pan pushed him away as soon as he had released her from his kiss. "Don't do that ever again."
Her tone held a menace, but Trunks also felt her slight trembling. He wasn't about to give up now. No, not now that he had a taste of her. He needed to possess her completely now.
"Don't kiss me again," her trembling tone gave away the hardness of what she had wanted to sound as intimidation.
"Alright," Trunks told her what she wanted to hear, but she hadn't expected him to just agree with her outright. She should feel relieved, but a dejected pang in her chest said otherwise. She had expected him to just throw his arms around her and kissing her with that shattering wave which he portrayed every time his lips settled over hers.
For now. Trunks smirked at his inner thoughts. He wasn't going to screw this up by being forward. No, he first had to know more. She was a puzzle. She said one thing and do another thing entirely by impulse.
"Tell me about your life on Earth?" He asked.
Pan stopped on her tracks as he heard him. He wanted to know about Earth? What was happening? She threw him a suspicious look. "Hasn't Goten talked about it to you?"
Trunks had to admit, he had but, he still wanted to know about her. Her parents, her life, her friends... her complete life away from this planet.
"Yeah, but yours has to be different." He quickly recovered. "Goten said that your mother is one of the richest people on Earth."
"Yes, she is." Pan laughed at the stories she remembered her mother tell her about her maternal grandfather. "You would not believe just how her family ever got to be that powerful?"
He felt the mood light up. He needed that. He wanted her to confide in him. He wanted to know. "Tell me, then I'll see if I believe."
***
Damn him.
Bra growled in anger. She had spent the entire four days thinking about him. And to top it all off, Agatha had told her that she had forgotten one of the plants.
She had been so embarrassed and Agatha had just stood there, smiling as if she knew just what had been on her mind for the past four days.
Bra staggered through the hallways of the palace until she meet a Pan with a really long face.
"What's wrong with you?" Bra asked immediately. She knew that it hadn't been really concerned in her asking, but she wanted to know what was happening.
"Problems on Earth," Pan had answered with haste.
Too quickly, Bra realized as Pan slipped into her room. Way too quickly for her liking. Why did she have this feeling at the bottom of her stomach that Trunks had something to do with that. Probable because it did.
Uh-huh. One more thing to preoccupy. Damn them all.
Ready to beat the crap out of whoever was training at the Gravity machine, Bra entered the first phase. She looked through the glass to see who was training and her breathing stopped for a moment.
Goten was in the middle of the room, with his arms and legs straight on to take anyone that would dare enter. His body was glistening with the sweat of a day's workout. Each muscle moved in rhythm with each movement he made.
Each kick, each punch required a different motion from his body.
Bra stood there open mouthed.
She had seen plenty of saiyans training, but none had made her mouth go suddenly dry and make her heart beat go through the roof. Her breathing labored, as if fighting with itself. All she had wanted to do moments ago was to kill him for intruding her thoughts for all those days, but now... she didn't know what she wanted to do now.
"You know," a voice from behind brought her out of her trance with Goten's body. "You should go in there instead of passing the whole day staring at his body."
Bra was horrified. She had been caught at staring at him and with no one other than Bardock. This was taking a turn but she didn't know if it was for the better or for worse.
"I wasn't..." she started to make an excuse as the wheels in her brain started to look for something that would actually even justify what she was doing.
"Just get in there," Bardock growled at the statue she made and pushed her through the doors. He had seen enough of them and how they acted to know just what was really on their minds.
Goten turned around to the two intruders of his training. A smile broke his scowling face as he saw her. So she was finally back.
"Make her train," Bardock said to his grandson as he closed the door and put a mechanical lock on the door to enter phase one. No one would be able to interrupt them.
Whoever said that he hadn't had a romantic bone in his body?
"Did he just lock us here?" Bra asked Goten frantically as she reached for the door.
"It seems so." Goten knew just how it would be impossible to break the hold. At least they could move out of the gravity machine to phase one and no one would be able to enter to disturb their 'training'.
"For how long?" Bra was afraid of the answer.
"Who knows?" Goten answered truthfully. He keyed in on the main computer of the machine and waited for the read outs. He smiled at the results.
"Twenty hours?" Her cry/shout played drums on his ears. He cringed at the result.
"What's wrong princess?" He taunted. "What's wrong with being in a room alone with me for 20 hours? Are you afraid of something?"
Bra shook her head to disagree but deep inside something told her that she should be afraid.
She was stuck with her future husband on the gravity machine for 20 whole hours. That was enough to shatter her protective bubble. What was she to do? Especially if every time he came within a half mile radius she seemed to freeze and launch herself into his arms and let him kiss her senseless?
Oh, this was bad.
"No," she chuckled nervously. "There's nothing to be afraid of at all."
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Chapte r's done.
Moon Star chuckles. Well lookie here. What a nice turn of events. What should I do to them? The possibilities. HAHAHA!!! Be afraid, be very afraid.
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(Who knew Bardock had a romantic bone in his body?)