Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 4

Pan awoke to Trunks shaking her shoulder. "Are we at the lodge yet?"

"No, and we won't be there anytime soon." He pointed out the front window to the blowing drifts. "We have to turn around. The mountain has been snowed in. We can head back to the city for the night and hope it clears enough to pass in the morning." He backed the car around and started down the mountain. "My house is the closest, so we can just stay there. It's quiet and just outside the city, so we won't have to go all the way back to the Capsule compound."

Pan blinked at him, trying to understand. "What, your house? Trunks, tomorrow is Christmas Eve! My parents are going to worry…"

"They are the ones who suggested it to me." He tossed his cell phone to her, and she caught it easily with one hand. "Seems Bra and the others had one heck of a time trying to get back up there themselves. To hear they almost didn't make it." He shot her a glance. "Your dad suggested I settle in somewhere else for the night, and see if it's any better in the morning."

"My dad told you to take me to your house, and spend the night there, alone with you?" Pan couldn't believe her ears. "Are you sure you're not running a fever?"

"Sure did. Don't forget I used to baby-sit you. I am sure your dad and I can discuss my payment when I get you home." She laughed and smiled at him, leaning back against the seat. He relaxed, adding; "I can see you're in a better mood now."

"A little. Mostly just trying to figure out how things can get any worse." She let her cheek rest on the seat as she stared at Trunks as he drove.

"Worse? Pan, dear, you are about to get snowed in with me over night. If I were you, I would be thanking Dende right about now," he teased, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"You're all ego, Trunks. I came home to be with my parents, yet here I am not twenty miles from them and snowed in for the night with you. To top that off, I bet you want to spend the night counting the reasons you love yourself so much." Pan held up the phone to him and asked, "Is it alright if I call my parents?"

Trunks nodded at her. "I would rather spend the time counting the reasons you should love me, but if you'd rather…"

"Hi Bulma! It's Pan." She turned from him to direct her attention to the call. "Can I speak with my mother? Thank you." There was a pause before Pan said, "Hey Mom, guess you heard about the mountain?... Yeah I am pretty disappointed too… Trunks says we are going to his place for the night. He wants to know how much Dad is going to dish out for watching me this time." Trunks watched as she talked with her mother, and then her father. After that, she ended the call and set the phone on the dashboard. "Bad news. Dad says if you want pay to ask me. I'm old enough to watch myself."

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Trunks flipped the light switch back and forth but no light came on. "Forget to pay your power bill this month?" Pan teased as she stepped inside next to him. It was dark in the house. The snow out side was almost impossible to see through. He even had a hard time for the last mile or so. Still, she could make out the hearth in front of the couch. Light and heat would not be a problem even if they both had to sleep in front of it. There was a bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, then a hall that led back to the other rooms of the house.

"Ha ha. I shouldn't have. This is the first time I have been up here for a few months. The maid keeps it up so I don't have to come here often only when it is convenient for me to stay here." Trunks motioned for her to go to the couch. "Sit down and I will get the candles and the lighter. Once we have some lights I will tackle the fireplace."

"I can help." She tried to follow him, but he turned and she ran right into him. Trunks caught her arms so she didn't fall back. There they stood for a long moment, her body next to his. Pan felt his breath quicken for a moment before he set her away. "Let me do this, Pan. It's going to be hard enough being here all night with you. If you keep throwing yourself at me it'll be downright impossible." Then he waked off into the darkened house, as she sat down on the sofa feeling unbelievably nervous.

Great Dende, when she had been worried about being alone with him before she had been scared of making an idiot of herself. Now there were other reasons for her to keep her distance. Here she was, in a house, completely alone with him in the dark for the entire night. She wanted to swear and giggle at the same time. What was going to happen here tonight? Nothing? Something? She realized she wanted Trunks to try something. She'd wanted to be with him her entire life and now, he wanted her. She wasn't quite sure why or how, but he did. At the end of this week she would leave and it would all be over; no strings or ties, just this week with him - like a dream she could cherish and remember.

"Pan, I got the candles." She jumped as he came into the room. Thank goodness for the dark. She was sure he would have seen her emotions on her face. "All I have to do now is build the fire and pull out the sofa bed. That should set us up well for the night."

Pan knew all she had to do was wait. The way he had been acting during the past twenty-four hours, she was certain he would make a move. All she had to do was not let him pull away. She was shaking with fear and excitement. Deep within her heart, she had wanted this moment. Now she could have it.

Trunks looked up from the fire he had started to see why Pan hadn't said anything. She was shaking. He knew the room was cold, but he had not realized how cold. "Here, let me pull out the bed so we can get you under the covers before you freeze. You're shaking like a leaf."

"It's not all that cold in here," Pan said truthfully as she stood up. He whipped the bed out and pulled back the blanket. She pulled off her jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch, then sat on the edge of the bed and began pulling off her boots.

"What are you doing?" Trunks choked.

"Undressing. You doesn't want me to sleep with my jacket and shoes on, do you? And you are welcome to my panty hose but I doubt you will like them." Trunks realized that she was right about that. He had just never thought this through enough to realize she would be removing her clothes in front of him… well, not all, but enough. It was like some kind of torture watching her strip off the jewelry and let her hair down. Then the vest she had been wearing. Damn, this was getting hard. Pan turned to him and smiled. "Aren't you going to take off your jacket and shoes? It wont be easy to sleep with them on."

Trunks stood rooted to the floor. What was happening here? Undress and sleep with Pan? This was a comment he was not in any condition to be hearing from Pan. He had hardly come to terms with the lust that had been eating at him. All he had to do was get around the bed and he could touch her. Just touch her. As he was thinking that, she pulled her skirt up and quickly pulled her pantyhose down her legs. He groaned. It wasn't as if she had warned him. "Pan, I think I should sleep back in my room."

"Do you have a fireplace back there?" She slid herself under the blanket.

"No," he muttered.

"Then don't be silly. You'll be more comfortable here." She patted the bed.

"Pan, there is a problem with this bed." Trunks pulled off his jacket and stated, "You're in it. I don't think I can spend a night in that bed without trying to..."

Pan interrupted him. "Then don't even try not to touch me. Just get over here, I am cold." It was the moment of truth. Would he back up his words? He looked unsure. That only lasted a second. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside and threw himself on top of her. His hands landed in her hair and whispered huskily. "You shouldn't goad me like that, Pan. I want this too much." She trembled beneath him and he knew she had meant every word just as he had been taking it. She wanted him, needed him now.

He kissed her lips and let his hand fall to her blouse. Thank Dende for buttons. He worked them free one at a time and Pan had hardly seemed to notice. She was pressing her body to his in an abandon he had never experienced before. She was not holding back from him now and he realized the force of her need was as great as his was. Always the master of his emotions, Trunks had thought he had control of them until he felt this. She had hidden hers so well. He had even doubted her interest in him.

He rolled to his back and she pressed her assault on his mouth. Not letting him break the contact of their bodies, He tucked at her blouse to let her know he was trying to remove it. She pulled up so she was straddling him and pulled it off in two angry tugs from her arms. Then she slipped her bra down her arms and pulled it over her head. She tried to drop back down on him and resume the kiss, but Trunks stopped her, his hands reaching up to cup each breast in his palms. He then let one thumb brush over her hardened nipple and she whimpered, dropping her head back onto the mattress. Her nails dug into his thighs.

"Trunks..." It was a plea that he didn't ignore. She was suffering and they had enough foreplay over the last day. He pushed her off him and removed his pants with little effort. The he knelt down on the bed. She glanced at him then locked her eyes with his. "Trunks, you know I have never done this before." The fear was creeping in, but the desire to be with him was all consuming. He nodded.

"Pan, I am so glad you never did this with anyone else." He pushed her back down into the mattress. "Because if you had, I would have to kill him. I am far too greedy where you are concerned." He let his fingers slid down the inside of her thigh to touch the warm, wet center. She gasped and pressed herself on to his hand. Carefully he slipped one finger into her.

"Trunks," she moaned, unable to stop herself from dilating against him "Trunks, what are you doing to me?"

"I am stretching you, sweet." Trunks murmured in her ear. "So it won't hurt."

"It's going to hurt, I'm a virgin." He stroked his fingers within her and she bucked at the torment. "And right now, I'm a desperate virgin. Please, Trunks… please."

He pulled his finger away and rubbed the tip of his erection against her. She was almost crazed with wanting him. Trunks did not take his time. He forced himself into her and as her legs came up around his waist he fully embedded himself in her. "Now doesn't that feel so much better?" He held his body still and she growled at him and bucked her hips.

"Ohh, Pan… I love you so much, baby." He began slow and increased his speed until Pan was crying out with her first orgasm. Trunks held himself back, bringing her to release again before he joined her in a massive climax. "My heart can't take much of this, Pan, you might kill me." She reached up and brushed his hair from his face but it only fell right back into place.

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Pan lay quietly in Trunks' arms for an hour, feeling the warmth of his bed and the tension building in him with each passing minute.

"We have to talk," he said almost inaudibly.

"I don't want to talk." She pressed her cheek into his chest and held onto him.

"Pan, we didn't use protection." Trunks persisted. "We have to talk."

Protection. Pan let go of Trunks and sat up. She thought he was going to tell her he had made a mistake and that this shouldn't have happened. Not this. She had never even thought about protection against pregnancy. She knew Trunks would never endanger her to a STD, but pregnancy was …was... A baby. She looked at him and felt her panic starting to grow. "It was my first time. What are the chances really, Trunks?" She looked at the dying fire at the end of the bed. "I mean you have done this before, and you don't have any children."

"I have never had sex without being protected with a condom. Pill or no pill, I use them,"

he supplied when she turned an accusatory look on him. "I never expected us to be here. Or go this far. And as for the one time theory, that is how I hear I came about. Mad, passionate lust; one time, Pan. We need to talk."

"What is there to talk about really? What's done is done." Pan refused to look at him.

This was not a conversation she wanted to have. A baby…how could she have Trunks' baby and handle the Global job? The answer was clear. There was no way it would work. Even the Global contract had allowed her an out for this scenario, and she had scoffed at it. She wanted to blame this on Trunks, but she knew that would do her no good. Not only had she provoked him, she had done nothing to stop him. She was caught in this mess, and it was her own making.

"I want you to know I will be there if you need me." Trunks ran his hand through her hair. "Our families might or might not take this well, you and me. If anything happens, call me and I'll be there. It's important to me, Pan."

Pan nodded. "Can we try to sleep now? I'm exhausted." Trunks pulled her into his arms next to him.

She lay there hours after his breathing had slowed into a steady rhythm of sleep. All her awareness on what she would do if…