Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dekiru Dake (by any possible means) ❯ * * * 11 * * * ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's note: I want to thank you all for your great reviews and for that one single flame telling people to write more T/M fics... *Bulma outburst* GO CHECK OUT MY PROFILE DAMNIT!!!! I don't know who you think you are but you majorly pissed me off cronic! I am also writing a T/M fic so there.. and I started that one first!! *ahem* on a more calmer note... Those who keep coming back to read this fic... thanks!! You all know who you are. And well you peeps asked for Lemon so I guess I'm going to have to give in... so this chapter is especially for you lovers of Lemon, and for those that don't like lemon don't read... just scroll past it cause there is something that you might need to know that continues on to the next chapter at the end. Ho Yea!!! Oh yeah and it's suppose to be Kushami not Kusmi hehe I didn't know how to spell her name... so I had to check other fics for the spelling...

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Pan held Trunks close while Goten had a wet cloth which he dunked every so often in luke warm water and was gently rubbing it across Trunks' forehead as he sleep.
"I can't believe he got a fever, how?" Pan asked. "He was so healthy." She added.
Ubuu stood over them. "My guess is that it's stress." He replied.
Goten looked at Trunks and he nodded. "I'd agree with you there, this war is stressful as it is, and if we all weren't counting on Trunks without Bulma round, he'd probably be his normal self." He said looking down worriedly.
Pan held Trunks in her arms. "I'm here Trunks, c'mon pull through..." she whispered.
"Mmnn... Pan... I'm sorry..." Trunks mumbled.
Pan looked at Goten confused. "He's sorry?" She asked.
"I don't know. A dream perhaps." Goten said.

Gohan stepped in to the room with Vegeta. They looked at Trunks in bed his head on Pan's lap and Goten by his side, Ubuu was leaning up against the doorway, while Marron sat in a chair looking onwards at Trunks, while Seventeen stood by the window looking out in to the street.
"Looks like everyone's here." Gohan remarked.
"Dad I'm so worried about him." Pan said.
Gohan looked at her. "Trunks will be fine, he just needs rest."
"All of you leave me alone with the boy." Vegeta said sternly.
They looked at him and he just looked back. They all left save for Pan who couldn't move from under Trunks and Goten who had the cloth and was dabbing it on Trunk's forehead again.

Trunks' breathing had fallen shallow and Pan looked at him worriedly and touched the side of his face. "Trunks I'm here." She said softly.
"Pan..." He whispered.
"Shhhhh... just rest for now." She said and she bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. There was a slight moan from Trunks and then he fell silent again.

Goten stretched his legs. "He better get well shortly. We need him." He said.
"Goten you go to bed, it's late I'll stay with Trunks, don't worry." Pan remarked.
Goten nodded and he kissed his niece of the forehead. "You better get some sleep too." He said and walked out leaving Pan alone with Vegeta.

Trunks had woken up from the dream only to be ushered to sleep again by Pan. he wanted to tell her what he saw and how he knew that there was some sort of truth behind it, but he'd been too weak and tired to even say anything. Yet as he dreamed more images flashed in to his mind.

Vegeta looked down at his eldest child. He looked at Pan. She wasn't moving. Vegeta sat down. Eyes shut and arms crossed. Vegeta sat cross legged on another mattress on the room. His posture was erect, his spine firm but no rigid. He breathed in and followed the breath as it entered him, flooding through his body delivered by the blood, giving energy and a sense of calm. Then he breathed out, aware of the subtle changes in his body as the exhaled air carried away waste products and toxins. Then another breath, and another...

Pan held Trunks watching Vegeta sitting there, she looked down and ran her hand through Trunks' hair. Then she looked back at Vegeta. Trunks jilted and groaned.
"Gah! Ah!" Trunks began shaking violently. Pan's eyes widened and she looked over at Vegeta worriedly 'What's he doing to him?' She thought panicked.
"Shhh... easy Trunks, relax... just relax..." She whispered.
"Pan.." He said quietly in his sleep. Suddenly the tremors shook his body violently again. Pan pulled him up in to her arms holding on to him.

Vegeta remanded in his state, he was using his bond to his son to find the source of the real problem. Though people had associated it with a trance or the meditation Piccolo used, this was more different. It was pure and simple concentration through a parent to a child bond. Vegeta had managed to wipe through Trunks mind of extraneous thought making Trunks become more aware of his state and those around him. Vegeta had only done this once before, when Bra had taken a bullet wound on a mission. He had used this technique to help keep her calm as they removed the bullet from her flesh.
Gradually Vegeta felt Trunks' mind calming down: the high-speed random chase of ideas, emotions, hope, fears and love, slowed and stopped. It was all for the best and it would only be for a few minutes more. Then he was sure once Trunks' was ready he would wake up feeling better.

Pan sat stunned watching Vegeta with a new awe, he had come across as a warrior; a fighter only- not this mystic person she was seeing. His power level not even rising one bit. Pan suddenly held the father of the man she loved in even new admiration. There was more to him than he let anybody know, even his own family.

Vegeta felt the awareness spreading through Trunks helping him guiding him to fight whatever it was causing him to get ill. Vegeta using the basic thought energy to connect and merge with Trunks. Nausea attacked Vegeta as he saw Trunks' dream cause by his training with him and the love for Pan. Trunks had mentally reached a new level which his body couldn't cope with. It wasn't an advantage on the super saiyan levels but more of one of psychic awareness. As Trunks had reached this new level he'd been hit with a blow from the training to knock him to the ground. It had been a mild shock which Vegeta hadn't noticed while training him. It was just a tingling that even Trunks hadn't noticed no more than a person would notice a fly landing on their head and brushed away and soon to be forgotten.

Pan looked down as Trunks suddenly breathed in deeply. Pan pulled him up to her as his eyes slowly opened. "Pan." he smiled.
She smiled down at him lovingly. Trunks looked over to where Vegeta was sitting.

Vegeta shuddered and opened his eyes, then rotated his neck a full ninety degrees left and then right and bent forward, arms outstretched, touching the floor. He felt exhausted and exhilarated. He stood up and walked to the window not saying anything, his leg muscles stiff. He put his arm on the side of the windowsill and looked out in the pitch blackness of the night.

Trunks sat up and he looked at his father with sudden admiration like he had when he was a child. "Dad... what was that... that you did?" he asked.
"Just something I picked up boy, it is none of your concern." Vegeta replied.
Trunks nodded and he knew not to question his father any further.
"I'll leave you two now. Get some rest. Both of you." Vegeta said and he turned round from the window looking at them and then he walked out shutting the door after him.
Pan looks at Trunks. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Trunks nodded mutely he seemed dumbfounded by what had happened and he looked at Pan. There was something else different in him, he picked it up so much more clearer now. It was an odd feeling of not of strength but of almost complete psychic awareness.

Pan brushed a stand of Trunks lavender hair to the side and she looked at him.
"I was worried about you." Pan said softly.
She saw Trunks smile at her and she felt her face flush just a bit at the look he gave her. He smirked just like his father.
"You stayed with me and I thank-you for it." He whispered.
Pan smiled at him and she felt his hand run up to the back of her neck, and he pull her down to him kissing her. Pan couldn't believe it. She felt his sudden love for her. His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding over her lips, and she opened them and her tongue met his, feeling each other, exploring secret places with a joint rhythm and yearning that drew their bodies closer together. Trunks slid an arm round her waist and he rolled over so he was hoovering over her. She looked up at him and smiled as he pulled back from the kiss. His lips brushed by her ear and then his kisses continued trailing her jaw line down to her neck. Pan then felt the sudden nip at he bit her between her shoulder and the neck and she gasped, then she sighed. She wanted to press a question on to why, but her saiyan instincts told her it was what she wanted.

Trunks pulled back and he looked at Pan's expression. She looked as dazed as he felt, but then again she hadn't been the one knocked unconscious. Still their bodies pressed so close together until he could feel her breasts pressed against his heart, and he knew his manhood was straining against her with demanding heat. He kissed her again, he was half expecting her to brush him off like she had when he had truly first saw her for more than a friend. But she didn't, her hands ran though his hair as he kissed her. Her body leaned only further in to his until he felt every nerve end screaming. His kiss suddenly became violent, violent and ragged and full of need. But still she responded, so full of unexpected fire that he suddenly knew neither could stop what he had begun. He hoped she wouldn't hate him in the morning for it.
"Trunks." She whispered.
He pulled his mouth from hers and he searched her face, delighting in the emotions running across it. She was so open, so open and fresh and clean and pure. He knew he had no right, until he saw the right in her eyes, and his lips caressed her temple, then her cheeks, tasting the clean sweetness of them. His mouth moved down to her neck again, his tongue fondling and stroking until he felt her entire body quiver and her hands tighten almost desperately around his neck.
'This wasn't the rest father had wanted for the both of us. I'm sure of it.' Trunks thought to himself smugly.
One of his hands covered a breast, and he heard a slight noise, almost like a moan, and then he heard a simular sound from his own throat. his other hand found the hidden zip at the front of her dress, and his hand usually so efficient , faltered and fumbled. But then her hands were unaccountably helping, and he could only stare as the cloth moved and he saw the creamy white skin beneath, the swell of soft mounds. His hand found it's way to her breast his fingers cupping the soft, rounded flesh that swelled in his hands. one finger played with a rosy red tip, and he felt it growing taut with excitement, and he head her quick gasps of breath.

Trunks felt his own blood quicken, his own breath change its pattern. Everything was new, the felt touched by the moon, shining it's bright glow through the window the sign of it being at it's complete full stage. His hands no longer the same strong ones he used to tap in to computer files or help him abseil down mountains on secret missions, they were now instruments that gave pleasure and wonder.
He closed his eyes, capturing the moment, the feelings that he was he'd never known until he had seen her.
"Trunks." he voice spoke using his name and hearing it come from her like this was like she was up on that swing again pointing her slender finger and singing at him. He made his name seem like some sort of song. He opened his eyes and he looked at her. Invitation was in her eyes. There was fear too, but mostly invitation and longing. The realisation sinking in, as much as he wanted her, he didn't want to hurt her.
"Are you sure?" He asked her.
"I've never been so sure of anything." She whispered.

Despite the murmuring of a conscience Pan was holding at bay, she -was- sure. There was something right about the feelings between them, the wholeness of them. She'd been waiting for this for years, and she knew with all her heart that there wouldn't be another. She had known that from when she first understood the concept of love. And it had all been directed at him. With all the waiting it had finally paid off. She knew it was right. Right for her. She hoped it was right for him.

Trunks finished undressing her, and he sat and looked in incredulity at the slender, lovely body. He watched her eyes, hesitant and shy, watch his for reaction, and he fingers touched the raven hair, and he pulled out a single hair pin that had held her hair up. He ran his hand through it and her hair settled around her shoulders like a cloud. Her ebony eyes were brighter than ever, wide and searching, and he saw moonlight streak her skin, through the window.
"Kami, Pan you're beautiful." He said in a hoarse, emotion-filled voice.
'that sounded really corny...' He added in thought.
She smiled up at him. "So are you." She said simply.

He shook off the shirt and watched her eyes as they widened when they saw his chest, and he felt a momentary surge of pleasure. Then his hands went to his trousers, and this time his fingers were sure. Yet part of him quaked inside. What if he frightened her? Despite her openness, he knew she was inexperienced, a virgin. The shyness in her eye, the way she held her body, told him as much. There was no brazened, no open disregard for nakedness that he'd seen in loose women, only a certian wonder at her own responses.
His hands stroked her skin, and he leaned down to kiss her breasts before he pulled off his trousers. He felt her body tense as her mouth softened. Her hand went to his nipples, and played with them until he felt jabbing jolts of electricity strike him.

Pan's hand moved downward, following a scar on his lower chest that she had tended to after a sword fight while infiltrating a base. Her hand then moved further down. Her hand rested around his manhood, and she swallowed as she saw the length grow larger. Then she looked up at him.
"I need you." She said simply.

No other words could have inflamed him more. None of the women he'd seen over all the years had told him that they needed him. His title perhaps, and his money definitely but not him. None of them had wanted *him*. And now she was offering him the moon and the sunrise. Her mouth parted and he leaned down and touched his lips to hers with haunting gentleness. Carefully, he settled his body on top of hers to allow her to know it slowly.
Hesitantly, his mouth moved from her lips to her breasts, licking them, suckling on them, letting them brush against his cheek. Then his tongue trailed downward to her stomach and he felt her whole body quiver, just as his was.

Pan loved him so much. Loved those blue eyes that sometimes flared with a fire he tried to contain, the part of him that screamed he was the son of Vegeta. She loved that scar on his lower chest, it was like a mark of a warrior, a saiyan warrior, because it was part of him, and she loved the strength in him and the grace.
Her hand went to his cheek and touched it ever so softly, and he looked up at her. She guided him up until once more their lips met. There was only and all-consuming need to become one, to give to each other in a way they'd never given before.
She felt his manhood at the entrance of the most secret, private part of her, and she relished the hot pulsating skin that moved against her. A deep, intense craving gnawed at the deepest core of her, making her move shamelessly against him and savour the contrast of her soft body against his hard one.
The very tentativeness of his movements when she could see the need etched on his face and in his taunt muscles made her throb with love for him. She ached with compassion for him.
Then everything dissolved as he probed deeper, and she felt a sudden sharp pain, so unexpected that she cried out. He stilled, but his manhood continued to quiver against the inner confines of her body. The pain receded, and the need in her overcame the surprised, the need to wipe away the self-disgust that flitted across his face.
"No." She whispered. "Don't go away. Please don't go away." And her body said more than words did as it arched against him and her arms pulled him down. She heard felt his heated lips back on hers.

His mouth treasuring her. The fullness in her, the strangeness of it, changed in to something so sensuous and beautiful that instinctively she started moving with him, reaching for some unknown destination. Heat flooded her as his rhythm increased, as he ventured deeper and deeper. Pleasure rolled through her like rumbles of thunder, each wave more powerful than the one before as the momentum mounted and she was lost in one great storm of flashing lighting and bursts of splendour.
She cried out, and his lips captured hers as he thrust once more, igniting one final explosion that left her entire body feeling wonderfully seated and warm.

Pan looked up at him and saw the disbelief in his eyes, and the wonder, the passion that made those blue eyes of his an even more brilliant color. He made no move to disengage himself from her, and she treasured the feel of his body so intimately connected to hers. His mouth touched her lips and they lingered there the two of them in a gentle but loving kiss.
They lay there together, still linked in the most intimate of ways, both reluctant to break the enchantment and closeness of the moment, both afraid to say anything that might shatter their peace and contentment. His hands took hers and simply held it. Her fingers tightened around his.

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Kushami felt nothing but disgust in herself as she wandered back to the base. She could still feel Gys' hands all over her body, if any other man had tried that he would of been shot. Yet Gys held something over her and he kept pulling more of her strings to make her jump. But this was it. She was going to confess to them all tell them to leave the base and straight away and leave her behind to face her own doom.

She pressed in the code for the base and the gates swung open and she walked in and the gates closed behind her she walked down the dirt path wiping tears from her face. She wouldn't ever let any one of them see her so vulnerable. She kept walking and she stopped as she saw Tien and Chaoitsu by their guard post talking. She quickly turned her back she had been expecting see Yamcha and Videl on guard duty it was their hour not Tien's She tried her best to wipe away the tears so he wouldn't know anything was wrong. She took in a deep breath and she turned round and walked up to the gate.

Tien looked at Kushami, she looked distressed and he instantly knew she'd received some sort of bad news. He grabbed her by the arm as she tried to brush past, a move that had never worked before he was given an ear bashing and a threat with an over sized machine gun. But this time, she just fell in to his chest and began crying.
"Whoa." Tien remarked shocked and he put his arms round her. "Kushami, what's wrong, I've never seen you cry before."
"I'm sorry Tien, I'm so, so sorry... I. I betrayed you all. I thought Gys' was trying to help this planet. But I saw his plans and I can't take it anymore he wants to turn this planet in to some sort of hide out for alien criminals..." She clung on to him.
"Hey... it's alright we all have our moment of weakness." He said comforting her.
"They attack this base tomorrow night, everyone has to leave and they have to leave now before it's too late." She said and she looked up at him.
"Everyone's gone except for us. They've moved to Kami's look out for now until we can find another base, it's alright. Piccolo warned us." Tien said.
Kushami looked up at him with complete shock. "They hate me don't they?"
"They might but I don't. It took alot for you to come clean like that Kushami and I'm glad that you did. Now c'mon lets head to Kami's place." He said and he took her arms and put them round his neck and smiled at her. "Hold on tight."
Kushami did as she was told and Tien nodded at Chaoitsu and they took to the skies heading straight for Kami's place.

The Z fighters were all gathered on the look out and the minute Tien landed with Kushami they looked at him shocked. "Um... Tien... reminder... the plan was to change her back in to Lunch." Yamcha spoke up looking at him.
"No need guys, she came clean." Tien replied.
Piccolo looked over at her and he nodded. "She did." he remarked.
Kushami looked round at them. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. It's just I though Gys was going to help the planet not destroy it." She said.
Bulma walked up to her and hugged her. "It's okay Kushami. We all wanted to believe Gys' tails of freedom and a better world. And I think there was only three of us who weren't fooled by it." She said.

Kushami looked at Bulma. "Three?" She asked. "I though all of you-" She began.
"Piccolo, Dende and Mr. Popo had the best view. To see his true plans." Videl said.
Kushami nodded. "I hope you can forgi-... excuse me..." She turned round quickly.
"Here it comes." Yamcha drooled.
"A... a.... ah..... CHU!!" Kushami sneezed instantly changing in to sweet and innocent Lunch in front of their eyes.

Tien looked at her and Lunch blinked and she looked round, she looked a the group of them. Tien smiled at her and he took her hand. Lunch smiled back at Tien and looked at the group of them again. "She wants to say she's sorry." Lunch finished for her alter ego. "And she hopes you can forgive her." She added.
"Well of course. Lunch we understand completely. Both of you have been under pressure since the-" Bulma stopped trying to pick her words carefully.
"Miscarriage..." She finished. "It's okay Bulma."

Bulma hugged her again. "We're here for the two of you if you need it. All you have to do is ask." She said sincerely.
Lunch smiled. "I'm okay. The main worries is setting up a new base. Isn't Vegeta and Gohan leading the group of them back tomorrow?" She asked suddenly worried.
"That was their mission Lunch to set up a new base, thanks to Piccolo we got a head start. The main problem is that they don't know that we have shifted base. We have to get in to tell them somehow." Tien explained.
Lunch looked at them. "That night club right?" She asked.
Piccolo looked at her. "You knew?" he asked shocked.

Lunch nodded. "Trunks isn't very good at keeping cover. A group of Gys' men spotted him in the nightclub but they disregarded it after they found him in the room of one of the women working there." She explained.
Yamcha laughed. "Oh wow... Go Trunks."
Bulma hit Yamcha across the back of the head. "Cut that out you!" She scolded.
Yamcha rubbed the back of his head and he looked at Bulma sheepishly.

Videl looked at the group of them. "If they spotted Trunks they'll be sure to go back and check it out. That's for certian. We have to get someone inside to warn them."
Lunch nodded. "If I go in as Kushami they'll back off that much is for certian. But since they haven't been informed that I have double crossed Gys' they will try and hide from me." She remarked.
"We need to send a person in there that won't stand out too much." Videl said.
"Who looks completely human." Lunch added and she looked at Tien. "So that leaves you and Chaoitsu out of the question." She added.
"And Piccolo." Bra spoke up.
"That leaves either Dad..." Videl began and looked at her father, who shook his head quickly at the prospect of getting himself killed.
"or..." Lunch added.

Yamcha blinked as all the gazes fell on him and he gulped and looked at them.
"Oh no way you guys!" He exclaimed.
"Yamcha." Piccolo growled. "Just do it!"
Yamcha sighed and he nodded. "Fine then. But do I really have to go alone?"
"Your one of the lesser known one Yamcha." Bra said. "Sorry but it's true. Mom or myself can't go, because then they'd really know."
Yamcha frowned. He wasn't used to being suddenly placed in the center of attention and he sighed reluctantly. "Solo mission it is then." He said defeated.
"Good now come along we've got to find you a suit to wear." Bulma said and grabbed Yamcha by the collar and dragging him off.
"Ugh! Bulma! You're choking me!" He exclaimed prying at his collar so he wasn't being strangled as she pulled him off.

Lunch looked back to the rest of them. "I'll head in as Kushami an hour after Yamcha to make it look like a scouting mission for Gys but he's going to want me to give him feed back." She said seriously.
Tien looked at her. "Is she alright Kushami that is. She was crying after all?" He asked Lunch seriously.
Lunch looked at Tien. "Something just happened Tien. I can't seem to see in to that part of my mind at the moment, you'll have to ask her." She said.
Tien nodded. "Okay. She's not going to betray us again is she?" He asked.
Lunch looked up at him. "Just show her you Care Tien, we both really care for you and for some reason she feels she needs you, and I'm the one having to be strong here for once, it's not something I'm too used to." She remarked.
Tien nodded. "She's not going to shoot anyone if I ask is she?" He asked carefully.
Lunch looked at Tien. "You'll have to find out for yourself on that one.

The conversation dropped as Bulma came out with Yamcha behind her, wearing a suit, he was mumbling incoherently under his breath.
Lunch smiled. "Looking good Yamcha." She teased with a chuckle.
He frowned. "If I die... I hope you all know I blame you lot entirely." He said giving them all accusing looks.
"Yamcha quit complaining and hold still I have to get this straightened out." Bulma scolded as she fussed with the suit.

*** End of Chapter ***

P.S Sorry is took so long to get this chapter out my grandfather fell ill and he had to go in to hospital... He maybe a goofy old man but I love him dearly... and I don't want him to die... hense my cranky before note I apologise here if I sounded like a real bitch, but I really didn't need a flame like that at this time especially when my grandfather complemented me on my writings... So if I don't upload the next chapter any time soon I apologise it's just trying to go through it all and edit it, then I'm trying to work on finishing my 'The Meeting' fic... it's my T/M fic and my 'Moving On' fic... yus a fic devoted entirely to Yamcha finding someone... and with on occasion V/B scenes...

Anywho the chapters here seem to be getting longer don't they? heh... all the more better for you readers then ain't it...

Oh yeah r & r I need to know if I'm loosing my edge in writing this fic... because by far it's the best fic I feel I've ever written...