Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Control Seat ❯ Next Day ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball GT doesn't belong to me, Toei Animation Co. Ltd. Owns it.

Author Note: Pan in this story is 17 years old, going on 18. I know in the official GT cannon she was 14, but since GT isn't always accepted AS cannon by DBZ fans, I don't feel too broken up about changing her age. Especially when it allows this pairing to exist for those who like it. This story is in honor of my friend Bulmathebabe who likes this pairing, and writing this story is selling me on it as well. An excellent example of it being successful with the age disparity is the Red Dragon Tetralogy.

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She loved the warmth surrounding her. Even though something heavy slumped across her chest, Pan could take it, for she was a tough quarter Saiyan. Weighed down with a living breathing blanket was delicious, especially when a muscled thigh pinned her pelvis to the bed, and lavender hair tickled her nose. Ship lights blinked on gradually, and Pan stared up at the ceiling of the metal cabin. Trunks lay half on her, his arm covering her breast while his nose nuzzled in her shoulder. Her legs and hip imprisoned under his thigh, he snored in her ear.

Pan hated to disturb him, but nature seemed to call. Without much difficulty, she boosted Trunks off her and laid him to the side so she could get up. She hunted for her bra first, hooking it in place before sliding down the bed and digging through Trunks clean clothes. Finding a pair of his boxer briefs and a tank top, she dressed. After tending to her most urgent need, she returned. Glancing over at the bed she noticed Trunks had flopped over onto his back. Around his head the lavender hair pooled like a strange halo, gleaming soft and silky yet extremely mussed up. Tentatively Pan stole across the floor and bent down over the narrow bunk to grace his lips with a small peck. However it lingered because she was addicted to his scent and taste. Silent protocols suggested that she should not be there when he awakened even though she could still hear her Grandpa's snores from her room across the hall.

To satisfy her neatness streak she strode around the room, tidying it up so it looked as it did before their slumber. Gathering her clothes into a bundle with his, she slipped her shoes on so she would not walk barefoot. Then she carefully stole out of Trunks room to carry the laundry to the small ultrasonic washer and dryer. To reach it she had to climb the steps to the kitchen, and her hair messily swirled around her shoulders. Pan caught sight of her reflection in the reflective surface of the toaster and giggled. After settling the laundry in its nook, she opened the food capsule unit to search for breakfast.

While Pan didn't need to cook, she felt obliged to use the skills Chichi taught her and whip up a good breakfast for her grandpa and her... well... her what? Was he a lover, a friend with benefits, or a booty call, Pan wondered? More than an uncle, Trunks had always been a protective big brother. How would people on earth react to the upgrade in their relationship? Especially her father Gohan.

Rather than think of the consequences, Pan cracked a few bird eggs from Keniculus 5, the planet they just departed, and whipped them. Small chunks of pickled molive and seasoning from Arbor made a nice omelet of it that sizzled in the frying pan. Coffee already percolated in the small pot to the left. As a conventional galley, the chamber had a fold down table, and two stools. Soon she heard a loud yawn as her grandpa wandered up the stairs.

"Morning Grandpa," she said brightly.

In response he chirped, "Morning Pan. Gee, that smells great! Granma would be proud of you... can I have some please?"

"If you help clean the dishes, Grandpa," Pan called back.

Goku wearing his usual blue shirt and tan pants opened the fridge and grabbed a flask of minitne juice squeezed from some of the bounty he had collected. Seeing it half emptied, he grabbed a fruit capsule and popped it open just long enough to release some more of the succulent purple and orange striped fruit. Then he replenished the juice by squeezing it between his hands, clean of course, and letting it dribble in the bottle.

"Coffee?" Pan asked.

"Ugh no. That stuff is horrible. Ever since Bulma introduced me to it, it still tastes like bitter soup. Is there any tea?" Goku asked, rubbing his hands as he sat down in one of the stools. Pan set the first round of plates before her diminutive relative and he dived right in. Already another helping sizzled on the stove ready for the next round.

Another loud stumble preceded an echoed curse downstairs. Glancing at one another, they realized Trunks must be awake and moving. Pan felt a bit of a blush that she tried to hide with a quick turn of her head back to the stove. Goku hid a smile behind his food bowl and watched as bleary-eyed Trunks mounted the stairs. He tugged at the waistband of a pair of jeans as he scratched his mop of purple hair, in a great deal of disarray then they were used to seeing.

"Took you long enough to wake up, lazybones," Pan taunted him.

"Don't start on me, Panny," Trunks mumbled, moving up behind her. She looked at him expectantly, and he settled his hand on her shoulder giving it a squeeze.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Yes please. That smells wonderful whatever you're cooking," Trunks sniffed the air. Goku noticed that Giru had not arrived yet demanding a breakfast of the pans, and wondered how long this domestic bliss would last.

Trunks sat down opposite Goku, and Pan set a cup of coffee before him. Instead of his usual shorts and long sleeved shirt, he wore baggy jeans, and a dark grey tank top. Already his hair fell more into his eyes and he tucked it behind one ear. Slowly he sipped his morning java, and watched Pan continue to prepare enough for the three of them.

"So where's the dragon ball? We close yet?" Goku asked mouth full of food that puffed his cheeks out.

"Well we're due to land on the next planet soon... if my calculations are correct," Trunks responded. Indeed, he looked far more relaxed wearing the different clothes that flattered him far more. For a moment, Goku thought his hair had gotten a tad bit longer.

"Sounds great to me. I'm always excited to see a completely new place. Wonder if there's anything different there that tastes as good as the food from the last planet?" Goku wondered.

"That's it Gramps, just take a bite out of the planet and we get your impression," Pan joked. "Now you can take a bite out of this first..."

"Oooh thanks!" Goku hummed in delight, feasting his eyes on a huge bowl of steamed rice replete with purple beans.

"How can you eat rice at this time of the morning," Trunks groaned.

“It's always a good time for rice, Trunks,” Son Goku responded, scattering grains of rice in his spiky hair and half over Trunks.

"Then again, never mind,” the heir to Capsule mumbled, brushing the offending bits off his head and shoulders.

"Here you go, grumpy. Just eat your breakfast and then get your horrible bones moving," Pan teased him, shoving a plate of her omelet before him. Picking up knife and fork, Trunks quickly cut into the food. He took a small nibble first, and then when Pan was not looking he plunged into it greedily. Pan had to chuckle at the view of the two Saiyans slamming down her large helpings of food. She remained by the stove, sneaking bites of it herself and perching on a stool she pulled up.

"That was great. Now I'm all full and happy," Goku patted his stomach. "Now, when do we land?"

"That'll last about till lunch," Pan glanced down at Trunks, who was still not finished with his fifth helping.

"Just hope the engines hold together when we land. They're practically stuck together with glue and paperclips," Trunks commented. Yet the twinkle in his eyes suggested his attempt at a joke.

"Bathroom break," Goku announced, and then slid down the stairs again, leaving them alone. Pan felt an arm wrap around her waist and drag her to sit on Trunks knee.

"Oh, now you remember?" she joked.

"Did you sleep all right?" Trunks whispered, his hand rubbing her back.

"You snore as loud as Grandpa," Pan responded, as he drained the last of his coffee.

"I missed not waking up with you," Trunks answered, and she felt a warm glow because he had not said such a thing before.

"Well someone has to make breakfast or the natives are going to revolt," Pan chuckled.

"You look better without that bandanna in your hair," Trunks commented, ruffling his hands through it.

"So you're saying I look terrible with it?" she teased.

"No," Trunks glared at her for a moment. "You're the one who's always insinuating things!"

"What things?" Pan verbally prodded.

"I think you actually LIKE arguing with me," Trunks responded, and she reached over to pour him another cup of coffee.

"Who me?" Pan feigned innocence, resting her free hand against her chest.

"I can't imagine who," Trunks shrugged. Pan thought he looked cute with that half-sleepy look in his eyes and could not resist leaning over to kiss him. The bitter tang of coffee made her pull back and make a face.

"You need to brush your teeth, dragon breath!" she waved her hand before her face.

"Now just a minute," Trunks frowned but then they felt the familiar ki of someone present. Quickly they jumped apart to see Goku standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Um I was just um..." Trunks stammered. "I need to go check the coordinates."

"I was just um... just um..." Pan blabbed, her face flushed bright red as the shirts she sometimes wore.

"Don't let me spoil your fun," Goku chuckled.

"You... what fun?" Pan hastily dismissed.

"Oh nothing. Guess I just saw something funny," Goku beamed with that winning smile of his.

"What?" his granddaughter barked frustrated about being put under a magnifying glass.

"C'mon Pan, I know you pretty well by now. You can't pull one over on your own grandpa," Goku said, perching on the stool that Trunks vacated.

"I... I don't know what you mean," Pan huffed, gathering up the dishes and shoving them into the cleansing unit. Was the truth written all over her countenance in bold black indelible marker or something?

"You slept pretty well didn't you? And so did Trunks, right?" Goku continued, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Grandpa, you've got a dirty mind!" she glared at him. "Stop being such a pervert!"

"Pan, it's nothing to be shy about. I mean how do you think that your father got here... or you got here..."

Pressing hands over her ears Pan protested, "Grandpa, that is so not cool! Don't even put that image into my head! Ugh!"

"Relax Pan, I'm not mad or anything. I'm just wondering what took you two so long and why you think you need to hide it from me."

"Grandpa, you realize my dad's going to KILL me if he finds out?" Pan growled.

"Well that's not for me to say, Pan," Goku shrugged.

“But my dad… he's known Trunks for years. You know how protective he is around mom and me when it comes to boys. He makes my grandpa Hercule look like a pussycat! You remember what he did to Craig when he found out that…” Pan trailed off, with a look of horror in her dark eyes.

"You're old enough to know what you want to do. I mean you're pretty much a grown-up now. Your grandma and I first had your daddy when we were only a few years older... and..." Son Goku shrugged.

"Grandpa, please!" Pan shushed him clapping a hand over his mouth.

"He's Vegeta's son, and that's fine in my book. And you're both Saiyan, so what's the problem? Besides, your uncle Goten's been looking at your friend Bra kind of funny so... what's the big deal?”

"Grandpa!" Pan wailed, assaulted with images of family members making out. It put a considerable damper on the sense of well being she was enjoying to that point.

"Look Pan, its fine with me. But just be careful okay?" Goku cautioned, reaching over and resting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"But my dad would freak! I don't know what to tell him when we get back to earth," Pan whispered.

"You and Trunks will figure it out. And if Trunks doesn't treat you right, then well, I guess I'll have to talk to him," Goku said with a shrug.

"Grandpa..." Pan sighed, pressing a hand to her head.

"Pan, relax. I was just teasing," Goku reassured her. "Just be careful okay? I just want to know if you guys really are in love."

"I don't know," Pan whispered.

Trunks heard the conversation and sighed as he unplugged Giru. He had purposely excused himself from the room knowing that Goku had seen them. Just what would he tell Gohan, his best friend that he had fallen in love with a girl that he had held as a baby? Only nine years separated them, but it seemed like far less. Overnight on the voyage, he had seen her transform from awkward teenager to young woman. She had confessed that he had not been her first, and it had floored him.

"You mean you're not a virgin?" he had observed with shock.

"Yeah. Daddy would freak if he knew that Craig and I did it," Pan had whispered to him.

"I'm sorry your first time wasn't... like you wanted," Trunks had said. It had totally blown to hell the vision of her as a cute little girl wearing karate gi. At age 14, she had lost her innocence to a person who freaked at her strength.

Trunks felt as if he wanted to go have a nice little chat with the boy and flatten his face. He wished he had been the one to initiate her into the adult world of sex and lovemaking. No wonder Pan had not worried about her needs more than his had. He had felt guilty about being so lusty that first time, yet she had not minded. In fact, she said that it was nice not to worry about breaking a person in two by making love to him. What further concerned him was that Pan was on birth control shots. Whether preventive maintenance from her mother or not, he wasn't sure. When he asked her, she firmly said it was to regulate her wild Saiyan hormones with human supplements.

“My mom took birth control pills when she was my age. My dad doesn't know about it though,” she said.

Trunks chuckled. He seriously doubted Gohan was that clueless. Rather his friend feigned ignorance to keep up his square intellection façade. She was the daughter of a scientist and college professor, after all. Videl was a capable homemaker, sometimes superhero when the whim to play dress up crossed her mind. Saiyaman and Saiyawoman still patrolled the streets until most recently.

He glanced down at his bare arms to see the bite marks and scratches she had left. A few bruises marred his arms, and he chuckled. Pan had very few marks on her except one or two bruises that were of her causing. If anything, she was far more wild and unrestrained then Marron had been. She was a timid mouse in comparison to a tiger. Now Trunks, the heir to Capsule, and its president had forgotten himself. To her he was only Trunks fellow member of the dragon ball hunting team.

No, he loved Pan, he was certain of it. Age wasn't a barrier when alone in the depths of cold space, but now his mind screamed warning. By now, he was sure Goku already knew the score. Of all the relatives that should be so protective Goku was quite casual. What else could he expect from a person who handled earth-shattering emergencies as easily as someone would brush a fly off their nose? When he returned to his quiet life as Capsule President, would he fend off the throngs of women clustering around him including Marron?

Marron only truly loved Uub, Trunks nodded ruefully. While they had dated for a time, it had not gone past the experimenting stage. Granted Marron was lovely, and quite good between the sheets, she thought of someone else whenever they made love. He recalled that night when she clearly told him it was over, and that she couldn't hurt his feelings by leading him on. Now that they were chasing about space, he was sure that Marron had moved onto Uub without too much regret.

In the same manner, Goten although he dated Paris and they were a cute couple who often double dated with him and Marron, really desired his sister. It was out of respect and fear of Trunks reprisal regarding his younger sister that he pursued other women. An invisible line of age was not to be crossed, also considering the wrath of Vegeta. Groaning, Trunks tugged at his hair realizing another dangerous obstacle. He had done the unthinkable and cavorted with the descendent of a Third Class. For Vegeta it was far preferable to couple with a human than his rival's spawn. This was why Bra's string of boyfriends never lasted past the first date. One look at Vegeta and they ran screaming in fear.

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Endnotes: If any readers want to flame me, comment to me, or beat the dead horse about age differences, go ahead. But keep in mind this is fiction, fan fiction and just for entertainment. Just look at all the doujinshi that exist that have Trunks paired with Pan and she's NOT of legal age. I honestly tried pairing her with Uub because I had such reservations myself, but I found myself wanting to put Pan with Trunks anyway. It's akin to when I pared a character with an OC because I was at one time (and not anymore) uncomfortable with pairing two cannon characters in a yaoi or yuri. However I've changed my viewpoint on that and I write yaoi, but that's a whole other issue I won't get into here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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