Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ The Decision and The Action ( Chapter 10 )

Okay, a break from the bad stuff! This chapter is mostly some nice, refreshing lemon! Yes, even in the midst of all the evil stuff, I have found a way to put in some fun!

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Pan woke when she felt herself being lifted up. With a gasp, she opened her eyes, only to see Trunks above her, pulling her into his arms. She slid her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?" "Shh. Don't talk." She quieted, leaning her head on his shoulder, as he carried her across the room, to a corner and lowered her feet to the floor. She still held onto his neck and he rested his hands at her waist. She looked up at him with shiny black eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked. She nodded without hesitation. "I'm sorry about what I said," he told her, honestly. "I was afraid." "Of what, Trunks?" "Of what you made me feel," he said, raising one hand to stroke her hair back behind her ear. "You've been with women before. What could you have to fear?" "I've never been with one I cared about." With those soft words, he leaned down and kissed her, losing himself to her lips and trying very hard to completely block out the part of his mind that knew what Goten was doing with his sister.

Bra blinked and the image of her father flying toward them vanished, replaced by Goten's face. He was brushing a finger down the side of her face, his expression unreadable. She rose up and braced herself on one arm, looking around. In the far corner of the room, she saw Trunks and Pan, and it looked like they were kissing. Her brow furrowed and she looked back at Goten. "What's going on?" He slid an arm around her waist and lifted her until she was knee to knee with him. She steadied herself with her palms on his shoulders. "I shouldn't have left you that night," he said, softly. "Wha-" "In the hot tub." She went silent and her eyes widened, slightly. "My brother-" "Is busy. We've already agreed. This is the way we'd both rather it be for you, and for Pan," he said, his fingers under her chin and his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Understanding dawned in her blue eyes. "You're trying to save us," she whispered. He nodded, once and she swore she saw his eyes brighten with unshed tears. "It's the only way we can help you." Bra's throat tightened and tears slipped down her face. "Bra?" She blinked, wiped her tears away and nodded. Goten slid a hand through her hair, cupped the nape of her neck and kissed her.

Ice hissed in displeasure, watching the four beings in the room from her video monitors. They weren't even paying attention to each other! The boys were too caught up in the females in their arms to pay attention to what the other was doing! A low, feline sounding growl came from her throat as she watched the two young couples begin to disrobe. Their actions were slow and deliberate, their touches caressing and loving. She stared at the expressions on their faces and found no apprehension, no fear of what was to come and no distaste and her annoyance slowly gave way to a new gleefulness. Unknowingly, the young ones had just given her a brand new weapon. She already knew about the effectiveness of using the older ones, using their children's love for them to cause pain. She had planned this little scenario to cause even more, to force a protective older brother to watch his sister get fucked by his best friend, to force an uncle to see his niece with his best friend, but what they had given her was far more valuable. They cared for each other, not just as friends and family, but also as lovers. A low laugh bubbled up from her throat. These creatures with their emotions just gave her so much more to work with!

Goten untied the belt that was knotted above Bra's waist and the loosened folds of the gi easily slipped down her shoulders. She wore nothing under it, as was custom at the Tournaments and tiny goose-bumps rose on her pale flesh as it was exposed to the cool air. Already shirtless, Goten pulled her against him, the warmth of his body searing her skin as her nipples touched his hard flesh. She gasped at the sensation of skin on skin and her fingers clenched in his hair. He stroked a hand down her back, sliding under the gi that was barely clinging to her hips and pushing it down, over her butt, so it pooled around her knees. Never looking away from him, she slid the material away and was bare before him. Her hands skimmed down his chest and released the drawstring on his loose pants. They slithered down his legs and she felt his arousal pressing into her belly. Curiously, her hand trailed down to it, wrapping her fingers around him, feeling the unbelievably soft skin encasing such hardness. Fascinated, she stroked the length of it and Goten's breath hissed in. He caught her wrist and guided her hand back to his chest, then trailed a finger over her breast, circling her nipple, before lowering his head to take it in his mouth. A barely audible sound escaped her and her back arched instinctively, pressing her breasts closer to his face. Goten stopped his gentle suckling, lightly nipping the rosy tip, before moving his mouth to her other breast and repeating the sensuous tasting. Her knees parted and he slid her closer, so she was sitting on his thighs, his erection pressed between them, the tip brushing the bottom of her breasts. She shifted, unconsciously, as her body searched for the right position. Moving her pelvis against him, she whimpered, unsure of what it was she wanted. His fingers slid down her belly and into her folds and she gasped, her head falling back. He found her nub and rubbed it in slow circles, knowing the wetter she was the easier it would be for her.

In an awkward moment of openness between them, Gohan had told him that Saiyans were larger than most human men and that, while they were very able to safely take the full length of a Saiyan man, the bodies of human women had a harder time at first, making the taking of virgins a very delicate subject. As far as they could see, Bra and Pan had inherited the size and form of their fully human mothers, despite their Saiyan blood, while Goten, Trunks and Gohan all had the bodies of full blooded Saiyans.

Bra's breathing became faster and ragged and Goten moved his fingers a little faster. Her hips were twitching against his hand, as her body moved to try and increase the sensations coursing through her. He slid his free hand up her back and into her hair, holding the back of her head. When her eyes flew open and she started to cry out, he pulled her quickly to him and swallowed the sound in a kiss. He slowed the movements of his fingers, little by little, bringing her down slowly, then moved from her clit, sliding down to the molten center of her and dipping into her. She gasped into his mouth and he felt her muscles clench around his finger, then loosen, welcoming him. She was hot and wet and very ready. He released her head and she pulled just far enough away that she could see his face. When his hand left the center of her, she let out a soft whimper. "Shh," he said, putting both hands on her waist and lifting her. He raised her up and shifted so that the tip of his erection pressed at the entrance to her body and slowly began to lower her, encasing himself in her tight heat. Bra's eyes widened and her nails dug into his shoulders as her body stretched to take him. It was sweet and torturous, the feeling of him filling her, just shy of painful. He paused when he encountered her barrier, his hands tightening on her waist. She held her breath, knowing that what happened next was going to hurt. One hand left her waist, sliding up to the back of her neck and pulling her closer, burying her face in the hollow of his shoulder. She nodded, slightly, her mouth pressed against his taut, warm flesh. Stroking his palm back down to her hips, he gripped her waist, waited for her to take a breath, and lowered her sharply, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped and sank her teeth into his shoulder, her mouth filling with the coppery taste of his blood as he broke through the barrier and filled her completely. His fingers bit into her hips and he deliberately lowered his head to the side of her neck, right below the collar that encircled her throat. He paused and she nodded, slightly, her teeth still buried in his flesh. His teeth, sharper than a human's, cut into her soft skin easily and her blood tasted sweet to him, as the bloodlust of his ancestors stirred within him. The instinct to mark her with his teeth was as old as time. As her body adjusted to him, they swallowed each other's blood and licked the wounds clean. When she pulled back and looked at him, her tongue snaked over her lower lip, searching for more. Despite their situation, he felt a grin tugging at his mouth. She looked like a feral wildcat, his blood smeared a little on her chin, her fingers hooked into claws that were dug into his shoulders. As if sensing his thoughts, she shifted against him in a feline motion, sinuously rubbing herself against him and she tightened around him. Her eyes flew wide at the new sensation her movement had caused and she experimentally shifted her hips again, stroking him with her heat. A very soft groan escaped him and he grasped her hips and taught her body how to rock against him. He watched as her eyes closed and her lips parted. Her grip on his shoulders had loosened, but now her fingers dug in again. They mutually began to speed their movements, both straining toward a distant light.

The explosion, when it came, rocked Bra to the core and she felt herself melting into Goten, their bodies becoming one. Molten heat erupted from where they were joined, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her back arched and Goten buried his face in her breasts, clenching his jaw to keep from crying out as their simultaneous release shook through him. Suddenly, the fact that this was most likely the last time he would be able to touch her, to be with her like this, struck him and his arms tightened around her reflexively. Bra had been hit by the realization already and understood, her arms wrapping around his head and holding him to her, against her heart. "Thank you," she whispered.

Trunks blocked out the soft gasp from behind him and concentrated solely on Pan. Pressed against the wall, in front of him, she was naked, as was he, her arms twined around his neck, her legs wrapped securely around his waist. The length of him was pressed into the wet heat of her folds, the tip of his erection teasing her clit as he rocked against her, slightly. She was breathing hard, her eyes barely open, as he kneaded the backs of her thighs with his hands, before his fingers slid inward and found her inviting slickness. She gasped when his finger slid inside her, followed by another. Her hips were starting to move with him and he leaned forward, capturing one tight pink bud in his teeth, lightly, drawing it deep into his mouth and suckling. A soft moan escaped her lips and he released her nipple, moving quickly to the other and circling it with his tongue before sucking and nibbling at it, causing her back to arch and her fingers to tighten in his hair. Finally letting it go, with a soft kiss, he tilted his head back and looked at her. She opened her eyes, slowly. Black eyes met blue and she understood. She nodded, slowly and his hands slid back to her thighs, lifting her slightly, so his arousal slipped along her wet, sensitive flesh and the found her entrance. As he pressed inside, he leaned closer to her and her hands slid under his arms, her fingers on his shoulder blades, her body tensing. Her body accepted him eagerly, it's hot silk drawing him in, until he found what he was waiting for. He paused for only a moment, feeling her flex her fingers against him in readiness, then thrust forward, until their hips were pressed together and she had enveloped the entire length of him. Without a thought to anything but silencing the cry, Pan tightened her arms and bit down on the flesh of his chest. The smell of his own blood seemed to touch something primitive inside him and Trunks nuzzled her hair aside, before sinking his teeth into her neck, just below the hated collar. She barely acknowledged the bite, showing no sign she even felt it, other than to suckle a little at the wound she had created. Without removing his teeth from her neck, Trunks drew back a little and drove forward again. She gasped and released him from her bite. He did it again and her nails dug into his back. Her body quickly picked up the rocking motion, taking the full length of him again and again, as something started to build inside her. She felt like she was in a tunnel, rushing toward something she couldn't see and suddenly, she was in the open air and the light was blinding. She couldn't breathe as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She faintly heard Trunks' low growl, felt the tightening of his fingers on her thighs, then a searing heat exploded inside her, flowing throughout her body and all was still. Pan felt Trunks pull his teeth from her flesh, his tongue cleaning her skin, lightly kissing the wound, before he pulled back and looked at her face. Shaking, she drew her hand from under his arm and raised it to stroke his face. He saw tears fill her eyes and fall, unheeded. Something inside him broke then and he gathered her to him, feeling as though something was ripping out his soul. Trunks lowered them both to the floor, holding her on his lap, stroking her back while she cried and trying to keep his own tears in check. For a moment, they hadn't been it this place. They had been in a world inhabited by only them and the feelings that passed between them. Tomorrow, the world they had just created together was going to be destroyed.