Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Control Seat ❯ Space Lemonade ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama, not me, created Dragon Ball Z. Dragon Ball GT is owned by Toei Animation Co. Ltd. This fanfic means no harm to the anime or manga.

 

Chapter 2: Recipe for Space Lemonade

 

Warning: STOP NOW and don't read this story, if you don't like the idea of Trunks and Pan in a relationship. HIT THE BACK BUTTON IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ! Also, here Pan is 16 going on 17 years old, not 14 as in GT, which meets the age of consent, so there is not any underage stuff going on here. Still if it squicks you to read Trunks having sex with someone younger, namely Pan, read something else. I have plenty of Uub/Pan, Gohan/Videl, Future Trunks/Gohan or other pairings you can enjoy.

 

 

Pairing: Trunks/Pan

Dedicated to my friend BulmatheBabe for her support of me. I am so thankful for your continued cheering me on. I wrote this with you in mind, since you like this pairing.

 

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No sooner had Pan lay her grandpa to sleep in her bed, than she closed the door carefully. Sometimes lately, they alternated between him sleeping there, or upstairs, or in the small storeroom. Pan had reassured him she did not mind 'roughing it'. Yet if Grandpa really knew the reason that, she was so anxious for him to use her bed occasionally, he might not be so happy to take her up on that offer.

 

She strode towards the central ladder. One-step forwards then something caught her arm, while a hand hooked around her mouth. Struggling she felt the figure yank her into the other cabin, and slam the door shut. Someone's warm breathing body pressed her close one-second, and the next her mouth sealed off by a gloved hand.

 

"Mmmmph!" Pan squealed against it, kicking sharply. Nevertheless she knew who it was by the scent, and her struggling was all for show.

 

"Shh," he hissed, sliding his arm down to hook over her chest. Pan felt the hand release her mouth and it slid up the side of her cheek, caressing it. Slowly it untied the bandanna from around her head, letting it flutter to the floor.

 

"Well, took you long enough," Pan whispered back.

 

"Hard to get alone in a ship. The planet would have been better," he whispered, buzzing her ear deliciously. However, Pan gripped his wrist and then dropped, swinging him over her head. He grunted as he landed on the bed, the springs creaking. Pan pounced on him as he sat up, and then her chest collided with his. Triumphantly she straddled his waist, her backside on a very sensitive part.

 

"Pan, take it easy," he hissed for caution. However, she scooted back, sliding her hands up under his shirt to pull it out of his shorts. Then she rubbed up and down his chest after sliding her gloves off. The bunk was narrow, so he pressed partly to the wall and had to shift to lay flat on the bed. Pan grunted with satisfaction, kissing a path from just above his belt to pull his shirt up. He crossed his arms and tugged it up, forgetting to take his jacket off.

 

"Wait," he urged, sitting up. She helped him out of the sleeves, then together they bundled the shirt along with it letting it fall to the floor.

 

Spreading herself atop him, she pressed her budding breasts to his chest, and then pinned his arms above his head with her hands. Her young lips landed on his, parting before she teased along the line of his closed mouth. Rocking slightly she then caused him to moan and open them so she could thrust her tongue in teasing slides ever deeper. His unique ozone tempered with granite taste exploded on her palate, and she eagerly feasted on it. Her dark curtain of hair obscured all light, draping around his face silky soft.

 

Darkness negated their age differences. Her slender body felt good and right pressed to his. Inside her mouth, his groan echoed. One hand crossed his wrists to pin them, and the other slid between them to his belt.

 

"Something's poking me," he gasped.

 

"I thought that was my line," Pan whispered, reaching between his pants and the growing bulge she straddled.

 

"Your belt," he whispered. Because the cold chain and buckle dug into his body, she sat up a bit.

 

"My turn, little one," he urged, his eyes gleaming in the scant light of the porthole. Reluctantly she released his hands and his arms arched on either side downwards like a swimmer doing the backstroke. One bumped the wall while the other lifted towards her. He fingered her sturdy leather belt with both hands, before she tugged the strap through the tongue to work it loose. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair, letting it spill through her fingers.

 

Finally, he opened the halves of the belt, and then pulled at the button of her jeans. Tugging the metal tab on her zipper, he dragged it down. Her hands rested atop his, and she pushed up to squat so he could tug them down. The distinctive whine of teeth parting preceded the soft sigh of shedding clothing dropped aside. Her T-shirt similarly slid up; revealing small firm breasts nestled in a white lace bra. She had brought a few changes of clothes in her backpack fortunately, although some of Goten's clothes made up the gap.

 

Divested of the tomboy outfit she seemed older, womanly. Granted she was small stature, but he could almost pretend that they had been at this for years. Blue eyes blinked up, as if waiting for permission, and she nodded, reaching around to unhook the bra. As it fell aside, she grabbed his hands to place them on the small globes. He weighed them in his hands, squeezing them like fruit for purchase and finding their texture pleasing. A blush crossed her once confident face, and she wished they were larger. Like Marron's would be.

 

Arms around one another he flipped over. She spread out atop him, her legs on either side of his pelvis. Right under his chin, she fitted her head snugly, and then laid her arms on either side. Grumbling he realized this was not what he had in mind for slowing things down. Still Trunks judged she must have overcome her reservations, for she was soon straddling him again and showering him with soft kisses. Her small fingers slipped into his boxers, grasping his erection.

 

She slid down his body little by little, and then Trunks laced her hair around his fingers. Next pulled his boxers down a bit, lowering her lips to enclose his mouth. As she had found out the last time, she loved the spicy tang of his excitement and soon his tip hit the back of her throat. Lifting his backside, she glided her mouth up and down his length. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from grunting with relief.

 

"Mmm," he groaned, tossing his head back and forth. Suddenly his excitement bubbled up, and she eagerly sucked on him to relieve him of every bit. Nothing was as erotic as watching Pan wipes her mouth with the back of one hand, a smile on her face. Pan swung her legs on either side, ready to straddle him but he stopped her, slipping his fingers inside her, only two this time.

 

"Don't you want to take me?" she asked, seizing his saiyanhood and sliding her hand along it just the way he liked.

 

"Not yet. I have to put on a raincoat before we go out," he whispered, fumbling to grab something from under his pillow. His fingers trembled as he ripped it open and let the wrapper fall.

 

"I'll do it, just relax and watch," he batted her hand away. Next, he slowly placed it on the rounded head. To do this he had to remove his fingers from her core. Pan patiently waited, backing away and laying on her side. Soon as it unrolled over the saiyanhood that engorged with blood, he turned to face her.

 

"Now, where were we," he teased. She guided his hand with hers back between her legs. Three fingers thrust into her core with sharp jabs. Pan yelped, twining her legs around his hand as he pumped.

 

"Ooh, you'll pay for that," she gritted, feeling it seep over his fingers. Pulling them from her, he licked the sweet substance off. Pan dipped her own fingers in, and slicked the condom with them. They moved together gradually, and his tip touched her ready channel. She yelped as he suddenly flipped them over, and hovered over her.

 

Hands seizing her hips he thrust into her hard. Her legs locked around his spine, her hands reaching up to catch his mouth with hers. Grunting into her lips, he thrust hard into her repeatedly. Pan's soft cries muffled. Grabbing her breasts through the bra, he squeezed them while circling the nipples repeatedly in time with the rocking. Her small body shuddered, unable to get enough, and he sighed through the kiss at the clenching on his shaft. Her tightness was wonderful, and he felt as if he could not get enough. The sudden transition from soft to rough awakened something in pan, and she ached for more.

 

"Mmmph... mphhh... mpph!" she grunted, almost wanting to grit her teeth with the itching burn without release.

 

"What's wrong?" he asked, panting as he stopped and hovered over her.

 

"I can't… I mean I don't want to make a fuss but I can't…"

 

"Come?" Trunks whispered. Realizing Pan was climbing but not reaching her climax, he then pulled out.

 

"You don't have to stop," She blinked up at him, gasping and panting as he let the sheets drop.

 

"I want you to feel it as well," he shushed her, spinning around to sit up. "Move in front of me."

 

Pent up and frustrated, Pan obeyed. Shortly she felt relieved to feel his hands on her hips. Slowly he lifted her, and knelt on both knees. Trunks then spread her legs, and pulled her down. She inched along willingly, grasping his wrists for support. Again, the head of his saiyanhood bumped her inner thighs, and Pan wriggled so it would reach the waiting wetness. At the same time Trunks yanked her down, she opened herself as much as she could.

 

The force of contact whipped the breath from her. Just to feel that thickness impaling her she panted, then felt tears dripping from her eyes. It felt wickedly good, twitching within. Trunks waited for a second, letting her catch her breath. He then cupped her breasts, and started to squeeze them rhythmically.

 

"Better?" he whispered, licking her ear. Seizing the sensitive lobe, he bit it.

 

"Ohh yes! Trunks that's awesome," Pan moaned. She felt warm and melty inside that he was so concerned for her own needs as well as his own.

 

"Now you can touch yourself," he whispered. Up and down, she bobbed on his saiyanhood, reaching between them to reach her neglected clit. Relief filled her with the surging tingle of pleasure washing over her. A sigh escaped her lips, while Trunks continued to pound upwards. The viselike pinching of her nipples coupled with her own teasing brought her to that same level as before, the white-hot fire spreading from her center all over.

 

Still it was not enough. Sweaty she sobbed in frustration, squeezing down on him. Trunks heard her frustrated cries, and decided he was being a bit too selfish. Again he stopped, causing Pan to whimper in protest.

 

"Patience, little one, I'm not done yet," her urged, purring deeply in her ear. He deposited a kiss there, and then licked the side of her neck. Still keeping one hand across her chest, he squeezed her left breast, and then pulled her hand up to cup the other. Then he moved his free hand to tease the place she needed the most stimulation. Soft index fingers pinched and tweaked her already throbbing clit, attempting to bring her to his level.

 

"We should… have sit in the chair for this," Pan panted.

 

"I know, but at least here… ump, we'll not be… ullgh… interrupted," Trunks answered, grunting as softly as he could from the force of her inside squeezing him.

 

Harder upward thrusts worked her ever closer and then she felt herself trembling finally. She began to shake and moan, her back quivering against his bare chest and exciting him further. A sympathetic vibration tightened like a twanging string finally plucked and she arched her back. Trunks grunted gasp was stifled as he bit into the back of her neck. Locked in tandem they shook feverishly, pan's insides gripping him securely and deliciously.

 

Spurred by her sudden erupting orgasm, Trunks let himself go, stabbing deep and holding her down on his saiyanhood. They trembled locked together in the passionate climax. It seemed as if it would never end, and they mouthed one another's names. She fell against him, and he pitched backwards, still tightly inside her.

 

"After all that, you're still ready to go?" she gasped. Still she was not satisfied, feeling somehow cheated.

 

"Umm hmm," Trunks nodded. He stretched catlike, purring through his chest. Pan gasped, and felt him slowly rubbing her front as they rested there. Again he was hot and hard, evidence that she was taxing him to his limits.

 

"You want more?"

 

"You didn't feel like you did before. You didn't reach the same place," Trunks murmured.

 

"I tried, and it wasn't you Trunks, it was me. I just can't seem to…"

 

"I don't want you to be without that feeling I have," Trunks kissed her ear.

 

"Don't worry about it. I'm good," Pan murmured, though she was not.

 

"Shh, I've got an idea. A change of scenery. Put this on," he said, tossing her a T-shirt. She slipped on the garment smelling of him, and he handed her panties to her. Casting a question to him, he held up a finger.

 

"Wait," Trunks requested, tugging on a pair of boxer shorts. He rushed around picking up clothes while Pan waited and rested. She was glad for the breather, her body throbbing with the aftereffects of their sex.

 

"But where?" she queried.

 

"Shh," he hissed, scooping her up under her knees and back. Balancing her, he then walked out of his room and kicked the door shut behind him. She clung to his neck while he climbed the ladder, his groin protesting and wanting more. Bathed in shadows the ship seemed like the belly of a huge monster, a sleeping giant she dared not rouse with a word. Across the tiled floor, he bore her, walking towards the flight deck.

 

"Why are we here?" she asked, as Trunks stumbled towards the control chair. Seeing the gleam of starlight competing for the blip of flickering lights she stopped her next protest. After all, that sphere resting on the control panel to the left of the display could see them.

 

"Don't worry, he's in sleep mode," Trunks whispered reassuringly. He sat down in the control chair, and set her on his lap a sigh.

 

"Pull the blanket over us," he urged. Pan did so, tossing her head towards Giru.

 

"He won't hear us," Trunks whispered. Pan's head turned sideways and she did not look convinced. Already his hands wandered under her shirt, pinching at her nipples. Automatically her knees parted and she rubbed herself against his thighs.

 

Slowly she pushed herself up, bracing her hands on his chest to do so. Trunks then pulled on one hip, and she turned so she faced him. He pulled up her shirt to just below her neck, and whispered in her ear. Nodding she tugged her panties to the side, and scooted back on his legs. Meanwhile Trunks worked himself out of the fly of his boxers.

 

Blue eyes met black. By only the drifting stars whizzing by, his lavender hair was silver. In contrast, hers was as black as the space between them. Strangely aroused by the fear of waking Giru or her grandpa, Pan shakily knelt up. His strong hands enclosed her pelvis, lifting her up and pulling her down on him. Yelping she spread her legs, working herself onto him again with difficulty.

 

"I can't," she protested, wriggling but uncomfortable with his substantial girth.

 

"You can," Trunks whispered. "You fit me perfectly Pan."

 

Then he sat up, and suckled on her already tender breasts. She hugged his face to her chest, and moaned with the ache between her legs. With a happy sigh, she felt herself sliding steadily down until he bottomed out inside. Pan moaned, unleashing his control. Again, he began to rock, pushing up into her aching tightness with deliberate paced strokes. Pan yelped but his hand closed over her lips.

 

Leaning forwards, she felt his fevered kiss. Trunks could feel her responding to him much more quickly, her core spasming, and milking at his hot saiyanhood. Energies buzzed at the base of their spines, and Pan screamed into his lips when the wave of liquid molten metal slammed into her. She felt as if she was floating and Trunks blue eyes sparked from within. His hair crackled gold, then lavender. Hot spurts jetted upwards into her young body, already pulling his explosion that was imminent. They bit one another's tongue, tasting iron and slamming against each other. Hearts pounded at the same pace, Trunks arching his back while Pan pressed down to receive him. A perfect supernova exploded, and they collapsed in sheer exhaustion.

 

 

Still she quaked, weak and deluged with a wave of perfect happiness. Trunks glanced up at her expectantly. Pan nodded, dizzy and sated. With his last remaining strength Trunks sat up, still inside her and softening. She wrapped herself around him, and he carried her down the long stairs to their room again.

 

She could feel the sensation of him laying her down in the bed, still joined. Somehow, he did not want to break the connection between them, and he felt happy to lay on his back with Pan sprawled over him. Wearily she leaned down, and he brushed her lips with his. Still she tasted his blood on her lips, and it was sweet.

 

"Trunks," she whimpered, releasing from the kiss.

 

"Pan," he whispered back. "Are you… did I…"

 

"Yes," she answered, feeling him rubbing her back.

***

From somewhere inside the ship, a young Saiyan who was really an older one in disguise nodded to himself. He had smelled the sweetness of their coupling, and felt the surges in their ki. Son Goku knew the signs of heat well, and he was no fool.

 

"Finally," he thought with a smile, curling up in Pan's bed. He could hear the gentle snores of Trunks under Pan's soft breathing. His senses were far greater than either of theirs could imagine. That sour tang that assaulted his nose earlier was all gone.