Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Control Seat ❯ R and R ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: StarbearerTM 
On their next stop things get a bit interesting in an impromptu swim.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 10.13.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 883 | Status: Completed
On their next stop things get a bit interesting in an impromptu swim.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 10.13.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 883 | Status: Completed
Monday, October 13, 2008
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball. Akira Toriyama does. This is fan fiction.
Warning: Contains male/female sex, rated NC 17. Don't read if you aren't old enough or don't like Trunks and Pan having sex. She's 17 in this story.
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Later that day they stopped on the next planet, hoping to get traces of the dragon ball. The latest planet they landed upon was covered by a vast forest, the trees huge and towering overhead. Touching down on a nearby plan, the ship was partly concealed in the line of trees terminating between forest and brush. Aware of the need for fresh water, they had come near a stream. A common vote divided the group into two exploration teams; Trunks would find a more placid body of water while Goku and Pan explored the stream.
No sooner had they landed then Trunks discovered hairline fractures and extreme pitting on the curved surface of the craft. Naturally, this meant hunting down raw materials, which he used Giru's help for as well as Goku and Pan's. Excitedly they reported where Trunks was tucked under the ship pulling off the damaged panels. His face was smudged with grease; his hair mattered with it while his sleeveless shirt and jeans were slightly scuffed.
"We've found the siderite!" Pan chorused, holding samples of rock in a plastic sample box.
"No dragon ball though," Goku wiped sweat from his brow.
"Dragon ball on another planet now," Giru chirped.
"Well if that's the case, then someone must have been here and moved it," Trunks shivered, sitting up and wiping his hands on his pants. Pan grabbed the canteen from her thick leather belt and handed it to Trunks. Gratefully he swigged down great gulps, the sweet water sliding down his parched throat.
"I wonder who else would have come here?" Goku scratched his spiky mop in confusion.
"Well maybe they stopped her for the same reason we did?" Pan shrugged, watching Trunks bobbing Adam’s apple as he slaked his thirst.
"Well there were no signs of settlements or sentient life the ship picked up when I scanned," Trunks murmured, handing the canteen back to Son Pan.
"Grandpa and I saw some scorch marks in the desert area. Looks like there's been ships that have landed here in the past, so that must mean it was taken," Pan grumbled.
"Then we need to go after it again," Goku nodded.
"Perhaps we should wait till the reading stops and stabilizes," Trunks suggested, sweat soaking the front of his tank top. "Where'd you get the water Pan?"
"There's a stream feeding a lake nearby. And pee-yew Grandpa you could use a BATH!" Pan held her nose.
"I think we all could do with a swim, but that should wait a bit," Trunks nodded, setting his tools down. "Plus we need to get more of these mineral samples and figure out a way I can make some alloy to patch these holes. And for that we need water."
"Sort of like coolant for a smelting furnace?" Pan asked, as Trunks strode over and unrolled a sheet of paper sitting nearby on a crate. Under the shade of the ship they all sat, in the middle of a grassy field that was ringed by trees. Strange fan shaped flowers, blood red poked up from yellow hued grass. Overhead stretched a purplish pink sky, rife with amber clouds.
"Yes, which would take another day," Trunks huffed.
"Grandpa and I can go back and get the ore samples and bring them here. And you look like you could use a bath yourself," Pan reached up to rub a smudge off his cheek.
"More rock hunting?" Goku asked. "But you said we should take a swim?"
"The lake's not far from here. Just over the next clearing. That's where I got the water," Pan indicated with a sweep of her arm. Trunks felt her body leaning closer and followed the line of site. Sighing, Trunks knew he had to be discreet. Although Goku was on board with his trysts with Pan, he still felt leery being open about their relationship. Just having her close was causing him to lose control.
Trunks wrinkled his nose at the smell of his own body, realizing he had not bathed properly since the last night in his haste to get to the latest Dragon ball trace. "Come to think of it, a bath would be a good idea," he winced.
"You are pretty ripe," Pan whispered, making a face.
"If we all smell the same who cares?" Goku shrugged.
"Here's what we'll do," Pan announced. "Grandpa and I'll bring enough of the ore here to the ship, and then meet you at the lake for a swim Trunks."
"Sounds good," Trunks nodded. "I'll need about two hundred and fifty kilos of siderite. Make sure you bring it into the ship and lock it down."
"Um if someone else usually comes to this planet what's to stop them from returning and taking something that isn't theirs," Goku scratched the back of his neck.
"That's why I've got the proximity detectors, and the defense grid," Trunks patted his wristwatch. "I'll just set them up."
Pan and Goku watched him reach into the cargo hold and bring out a series of ten poles, each with a cylindrical device atop that had a red-glassed lens. He strode around the ship, driving them into the ground at regular intervals. Each of them flickered to life with a bleeping of the red light and a musical chiming. Threads of blue energy, only faintly visible spanned from one to another.
"Let’s go then, Grandpa," Pan nodded. The four friends parted to their separate tasks promising to meet back in two hours. All work and no play would make things much more difficult.
Towel wrapped around his neck Trunks slid down and sat down on the boulder. Wearing only his boxer briefs, he had laid his folded clothes to the side. Rare moments like this were rare, and he relished the silence. Though the trees had reddish leaves and the trunks were an off purple, he could close his eyes and imagine he was in the woods on Earth.
His mind spun back to the past few times, of soft lips under his and the aggressive pinning of her hands on his wrists. How she threw him down and dominated him. Gohan's frown filled his mind and Trunks flinched from anticipation. IN the background newspapers spun endlessly with headlines such as, "Capsule's pedophile president" and "Player President Pwns age limit."
"Damn enough," Trunks mumbled, slapping his cheeks. Pan was 17 for crying aloud. So why was there the persistent barrage of images always haunting him when not in her presence? Air hissed through his teeth and Trunks slid into the rolling stream. Then his blue eyes popped open wide when he felt the onslaught of freezing cold water inundating his body.
"Shit, it’s freezing!" he yelped. However, it seemed appropriate, so Trunks forced himself to sit on a nearby rapid washed stone and let the current bathe the sweat from him.
"Cannonball!" shouted a sudden spark of Ki. Trunks eyes again widened to see a naked Goku materializing above the water then plummet.
Simultaneously Pan dropped down from the other side hanging from a branch. Whooping she let herself hit the water with a loud slapping sound, dousing Trunks with a sluice of frigid wetness. He spluttered against the dual onslaught.
"What the hell?" Trunks spat out water. Then he slapped his hands in either direction to pelt the other two with splashes. Soon there was a full-blown water battle transpiring in the swirling water. The three friends swam around in the lake to the shore, and allowed them to sit in relative comfort. Two suns overhead, a red giant and a yellow main sequence star gave an odd orange light to the entire landscape.
Pan shivered a bit and shifted closer to Trunks. Goku's tail rose like a periscope from the water and dripped as he lay down on a rock to sun himself. Having removed her bandanna, Pan's dark hair plastered to her head, gleaming wet with water. Trunks gaze diverted to take a good look, then returned to the sight of Goku sprawled out on his rock.
"Grandpa, do you mind?" Pan exclaimed, averting her gaze from her diminutive geriatric relative. Trunks could not resist the chuckle he hid behind one hand.
"No I don't actually..."
"That's NOT cool!" Pan continued. Blurring out she snatched up one of the towels she had left hanging on an overhead branch, and then materialized near her grandfather. He soon found himself covered chin to toe with terrycloth.
"Pan, what's to worry about?" Goku asked innocently enough. "It's not like it's you that doesn't have clothes on... and I don't mind being..."
"Grandma would throw a fit and it's not something I want to see, eww!" Pan fussed, squeezing her eyes shut.
"She has a point, Goku," Trunks added to the discussion. "And anyway, I think we should hurry up and home in on that dragon ball trail... once we've refreshed ourselves..."
"Food time then," Goku remarked, perking up. Not obvious to Pan's discomfort around his nudity, he made a toga out of his towel, and then phased out. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly dressed. Trunks could swear he winked at him a moment.
"What about the Dragon ball?" Giru bleeped.
"Aren't you hungry too, Giru?" Goku asked.
"Giru starving! Need food!" Giru waved its metallic arms.
"That lodestone we found Grandpa. The one that made the compass go nuts," Pan remarked, moving towards trunks. She had tied her T-shirt around her waist, revealing her midriff, while wearing a pair of what appeared to be cutoff shorts.
“Sounds just like what he wants, and there’s plenty at the ship you and I brought,” said Goku with a nod.
"You'd better go easy on it Giru, because we'll need some to make some replacement alloy out of eventually," Trunks tapped his chin. Ever the engineer he was thinking ahead.
"And you're going to ask Grandpa and me to use our ki to help forge it. My dad would say you'd need a great deal of coal to make steel, and aren't you going a bit overboard Trunks?" Pan asked, resting her hands on her hips.
"Overboard? You know we need to fix those holes in the ship panels from going through that meteor storm, Panny," Trunks reminded her.
"Don't you think about anything except the ship? Sheesh you're sounding like my dad!"
"I am not!" Trunks shot back, looking scandalized.
"Anyway guys, I think I'll take a fly around," Goku said. "C'mon Giru, let's get you some food. And I'm starving too just swimming around! Anyone going to join me?"
"I'll just stay here and swim around a bit. It's been forever since I've had the chance," Pan remarked, then slapped the water. "Someone needs to remind the Briefs computer he's still human?"
Trunks leapt back and threw a hand over his face to stop being splashed again. "Hey!" he yelped, and then lunged at her.
Goku motioned to Giru, both of them flying away as the two Saiyan youths tackled one another in the shimmering lake. Trunks hair backlit by the reddish sun almost looked like blood, and Pan soon latched around his ribs, knocking him over. Breath whooshed out of him, and he gasped at how strong she was. Unlike Pan, Trunks had not kept up with his fight training. Out of disgust, Vegeta had turned his attention to training Bra in basic martial arts.
"Trunks, you're slacking off!" Pan laughed, twisting his arm behind his back and wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Ow, hey!" Trunks complained, realizing just how his arm was feeling wrenched out of its socket. He suddenly twisted around, trying to fling her off. Pan then flipped over, levitating up. Sensing this, Trunks shot up out of the water, jerking his body to one side to dislodge her. She let go, then grabbed his ankle to swing him around as her grandpa did.
Trunks snapped his body, remembering a move that Goten had shown him during their old sparring. She must have learned that from Goku or Gohan for she felt him twist his ankle out of her grasp. The force sent her flying in a direction opposite of him. Somersaulting in midair she narrowly avoided crashing into a tree. Her sneakered foot pushed off, then propelled her back towards where Trunks levitated. Again, she caught him off guard, propelling him towards the bank where she slammed into the mud with him under her.
"Wholf!" Trunks grunted, Pan suddenly sitting astride his hips. He was not that badly hurt, and rather liked how she shifted her weight on his pelvis.
"You surrender?" she asked.
"Depends on what you mean," Trunks smirked, with a look worthy of Vegeta. Pan had to admit he looked quite sexy when he was not looking neurotically scared half to death. All the stories her father Gohan had related to her made him seem so different then the harried executive she had known. Fortunately, on the mission he had shown traces of that old self.
Wet tips of hair partly covered his face, and she thought how handsome it looked. Slightly darker and almost a reddish pink, that she pushed bits of it aside behind his ears. It was a while since he would cut it, and already it framed his face in a very odd way. He almost looked like those pictures her dad had in an album from when Gohan was only a few years younger than she was.
"You didn't cut your hair," she remarked.
"Because I don't trust myself with a pair of scissors, and you and Goku broke the sheers," Trunks glanced up at her accusingly.
"Well I could cut it for you," Pan teased. "But you look cooler with it long."
"Not too long. No longer then yours," he ran his hair through her locks. Already it hung down to her shoulder blades, straight and as black as her father's and mother's. Yet the shape of her eyes more closely resembled Chichi's. Unlike Marron or other girls, he had taken to his bed he did not have to hold back with Pan.
"Let's go back in the water. You're all muddy now," Pan clicked her tongue.
"No thanks to you, Panny," Trunks answered.
"Ugh don't call me that," she pulled a face, swinging off him. However, Trunks grasped her wrist, holding her down as he sat up.
"Sorry, Pan," he whispered, his voice a bit hoarser and deeper. She felt the awkwardness slide off, and then shifted in his lap. Standing up, she grasped his hand to pull him up next to her. She only took a moment to kick off her shoes, while Trunks motioned towards the water. Blue eyes held a sudden pulse of heat, boring into her very desires. A bolt twanged through her entire body, making her all too aware of the emptiness that needed filling.
He released her hand, slowly stepping off the muddy bank. Then his muscular back was presented to her, taking slow deliberate steps to let himself drop into the water. Pan tugged her T-shirt up and off her head, letting it drop so she only wore her bra. Shedding her shorts, she let them drop next to her shoes and socks. Trunks resurfaced, ribbons of water sliding down that hard tanned body. However, a slight pink blush graced his face when he saw Pan only in her underwear in full daylight.
"Why so shy?" Pan asked coyly, striding forwards.
"Um well," Trunks said at a loss for words. Indeed, he had a nice view of her only impeded by the cotton panties that did not quite match the lace bra. With small swaying motions of her hips, she strode forwards, and stepped into the water. She launched herself forwards, ripples spreading across the broken surface to collide with him standing waist deep. Then sinking to the level of her breasts, the tips of her dark hair floated freely like tentacles of seaweed.
Pan then let her feet lift off the bottom, arching her back so she floated easily. The curves of her small breasts broke the surface, while she spread her arms wide and scissored her legs. Trunks leaped lightly on the lake bottom, moving towards her. Then she spun around so her head faced him and she swam to meet him. Lightly he touched his fingers to her bare shoulders and turned her around so he could look down the creamy skin of her body to her dark eyes.
Extending both her legs, she touched her feet to either side of his hips while she pushed against the water with her hands. This extra surge moved her forwards so she could wrap those legs around his waist. Trunks slid his hands up and down her legs, caressing the strong muscles and lightly teasing the outsides of her thighs. Tightening her grip, she brought her crotch close to his, making him gasp. Still she stroked and moved her arms in lazy arcs, looking up at him with humor in her eyes. The subtle back and forth motion grinded her lightly and teasingly against him and he groaned.
"Like it?" she whispered.
"What do you think?" Trunks murmured back, tightening his grip on her hips. Wrapping his arms under her back, he tugged her upright so they were only inches apart. Pan gasped at the strong arms enfolding her possessively, reaching out her hands to land against his chest. Strong fingers touched his pecks, sliding up them to grip his shoulders and pull her the rest of the way against his hard body.
A low growl echoed from her throat and his, muffled by the action of their lips aligning. Realizing they were alone, Trunks and Pan wasted no time plunging their tongues into one another's mouths hungrily. Arms full of the girl, Trunks backed further into the deeper part of the alien lake and submerged to his chin.
"You are trying to cool us off or what?" Pan frowned prettily at him, breaking off the kiss at the shivering cold around them.
"Just in case someone's watching," Trunks growled, chest rumbling against her breasts. Crossing his arms he clutched her back tightly, his grip deliciously firm. Pan realized to her delight that was not the only part of him that was tensing. Leaving one of his hands to hold her, he slid his other down in kneading strokes to caress her bottom. Pan rubbed his shoulders, grunting as she leaned up and tackled his lips once more.
Long deep strokes of her tongue sent her unique taste heady and strong over his palate. Trunks drank the kiss deeply, letting go of his reservations as his fingers slipped under the seat of her panties. Already he plunged his fingers into her core, feeling the hot slickness in stark contrast to the frigid water. His hardened cock twitched and she shifted up so she could rub against him more deliciously. Reluctant to remove either of their underwear, Trunks did not want any nasty surprises if they were interrupted.
Pan murmured his name, letting his fingers slip one, two, and then three inside her core to spread the muscles this time. Simultaneously she slipped her hand between them to grab him through his boxer shorts and run her hand down his shaft. Breath hissed through their parted lips, and Trunks mouth attacked hers. Her grip tightened, sliding through the opening to pull him out. He slipped the crotch of her underwear aside, and both of them locked gazes.
"Now?" he seemed to ask.
Pan nodded her breath coming in short frantic pants. Trunks felt her hand tugging his cock towards her core, sending small ripples of delighted shock all over his skin in anticipation. Steadying her with his hand, he pulled his fingers out and gripped her bottom. As he pulled her onto him, she spread her legs wide and wriggled her hips.
"Mmm," he murmured, letting his eyes flutter shut and immersed himself in the moment as his cock buried itself in her. Stretched and impaled Pan let out a sharp gasp, sighing with pent up relief. Still she felt a bit uncomfortable containing him at first. However, her quick breathes in and out slowly relaxed her, as Trunks remained completely still.
Pan knew he was teasing, but was thankful as her body adjusted. IT simply felt good to have his large cock twitching inside her, and he loved the tight snug grip resisting and sheathing him so well. Back and forth, they began to move, engaging in a lazy luxurious moment to prolong the coupling they had waited some time for. Pan felt the slight variations of the long deep thrusts, tensing up.
"Relax Pan, just let it... happen," Trunks urged, transferring his grip so he held her thighs. Then she felt him shift her legs up and hook them over his inner elbows. Surprised she then grabbed tightly to his wrists and the angle opened her enough that he completely filled her.
"Ohhh..." she managed to get out, her high voice dropping in pitch to a low satisfied groan. "Again..."
"Better?" Trunks whispered, his face twisted with concentration and enjoyment.
"Much," Pan nodded, eyes rolling in the back of her head as Trunks thrusted in a pattern of four forward shoves, and two small thrusts as a chaser. Hot and hard he pistoned in and out, sweat rolling down his forehead. Tension in Pan's legs relaxed, and she simply moved along with him.
"How's that Pan... tell me how it feels," Trunks growled.
"Overstuffed and hard... so hot," she murmured, soft small cries at each stab against her cervix. The burning tingle spread from the base of her spine, shivering throughout her as she felt it building. Angling her pelvis up a tad, he was brushing against a particular spot that felt deliciously good.
"Ah... ah... Trunks... ahh..." she panted, dark lashed eyes squeezed shut. Then a wave of contractions spasmed, and she felt a tingling release wash over her like a warm wave. Her stomach muscles fluttered, her core gripping him tightly.
Trunks felt a sense of pride to see the look of sheer happiness pass over her. He waited a bit, allowing her to ride out the pinnacle before resuming his thrusting at a different angle. Spying the rocks ringing the shore where they had sat before he carried her toward them. At first she protested when he pulled out, but then when he turned her around she realized what he had in mind. Nodding she braced herself on all fours, presenting her pert backside to him. Slipping his shorts off he lay them to the side on the rock, then reached up to lift her by her stomach so he could remove her panties as well. Still wet she ached for his return, and sighed with relief when Trunks thrust into her from behind. Protecitvely he arched his body over hers, cradling her hips in his hands as he made love to her hard.
This time his hands glided down to her breasts and squeezed them. Yelping Pan pressed up against him, giving him both resistance and a countermovement that pushed him to almost the brink. Both of them cried out, unable to stop from voicing their relief. Convulsing as he stabbed deeply, Trunks hands clenched her breasts hard. Shuddering Pan’s core tightened around his cock, wringing the hot spurt he injected deeply inside her. For a full five minutes it seemed as if their ki crackled and merged before fading and washing all their senses in its supernova. Spent, Trunks felt himself collapsing atop her, and desperately twisted to the side so pan was nestled on the rock spooned into him. Panting deeply he wrapped her small body in his arms, crushing her back to his chest while his knees pressed into the backs of hers.
Pan hugged his arms, leaning down to kiss his hands and shiver with the hard climax that Trunks had blessed her with. It felt so good and safe with him still wedged inside, reluctant to disengage and separate them as they basked on the flat topped boulder together. Pressing his chin into her shoulder Trunks lovingly kissed her ear, hugging her close.
“Better this time?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm,” she answered, recovering her breath more rapidly. Earth seemed so far and distant from them now, and all the worries were forgotten. Still would this relationship continue when they returned or would Trunks return to his frantic life at the helm of Capsule while she again became the heir apparent to Satan’s martial arts school? Yet she hardly cared because she knew that they would have this time together to remember. She had reached parts of him he had forgotten existed. If they were only friends after this, she could carry forever the memories of a considerate lover into the next relationship, content that someone had put her needs before their own.
***
Eventually Trunks and Pan did untangle themselves and complete their impromptu bath. Putting on changes of clothes they gathered their things up and went in search of food. Trunks still wore jeans in lieu of shorts, and a capsule T shirt that was white in color, while Pan had her own jeans and a sleeveless tank, over which she wore a loose button up shirt Trunks had loaned her. They rolled the once sweaty clothes they had cleaned up in their towels, choosing to wear their shoes and socks back. Instead of flying they clasped hands and walked back through the woods to the spacecraft.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball. Akira Toriyama does. This is fan fiction.
Warning: Contains male/female sex, rated NC 17. Don't read if you aren't old enough or don't like Trunks and Pan having sex. She's 17 in this story.
***
Later that day they stopped on the next planet, hoping to get traces of the dragon ball. The latest planet they landed upon was covered by a vast forest, the trees huge and towering overhead. Touching down on a nearby plan, the ship was partly concealed in the line of trees terminating between forest and brush. Aware of the need for fresh water, they had come near a stream. A common vote divided the group into two exploration teams; Trunks would find a more placid body of water while Goku and Pan explored the stream.
No sooner had they landed then Trunks discovered hairline fractures and extreme pitting on the curved surface of the craft. Naturally, this meant hunting down raw materials, which he used Giru's help for as well as Goku and Pan's. Excitedly they reported where Trunks was tucked under the ship pulling off the damaged panels. His face was smudged with grease; his hair mattered with it while his sleeveless shirt and jeans were slightly scuffed.
"We've found the siderite!" Pan chorused, holding samples of rock in a plastic sample box.
"No dragon ball though," Goku wiped sweat from his brow.
"Dragon ball on another planet now," Giru chirped.
"Well if that's the case, then someone must have been here and moved it," Trunks shivered, sitting up and wiping his hands on his pants. Pan grabbed the canteen from her thick leather belt and handed it to Trunks. Gratefully he swigged down great gulps, the sweet water sliding down his parched throat.
"I wonder who else would have come here?" Goku scratched his spiky mop in confusion.
"Well maybe they stopped her for the same reason we did?" Pan shrugged, watching Trunks bobbing Adam’s apple as he slaked his thirst.
"Well there were no signs of settlements or sentient life the ship picked up when I scanned," Trunks murmured, handing the canteen back to Son Pan.
"Grandpa and I saw some scorch marks in the desert area. Looks like there's been ships that have landed here in the past, so that must mean it was taken," Pan grumbled.
"Then we need to go after it again," Goku nodded.
"Perhaps we should wait till the reading stops and stabilizes," Trunks suggested, sweat soaking the front of his tank top. "Where'd you get the water Pan?"
"There's a stream feeding a lake nearby. And pee-yew Grandpa you could use a BATH!" Pan held her nose.
"I think we all could do with a swim, but that should wait a bit," Trunks nodded, setting his tools down. "Plus we need to get more of these mineral samples and figure out a way I can make some alloy to patch these holes. And for that we need water."
"Sort of like coolant for a smelting furnace?" Pan asked, as Trunks strode over and unrolled a sheet of paper sitting nearby on a crate. Under the shade of the ship they all sat, in the middle of a grassy field that was ringed by trees. Strange fan shaped flowers, blood red poked up from yellow hued grass. Overhead stretched a purplish pink sky, rife with amber clouds.
"Yes, which would take another day," Trunks huffed.
"Grandpa and I can go back and get the ore samples and bring them here. And you look like you could use a bath yourself," Pan reached up to rub a smudge off his cheek.
"More rock hunting?" Goku asked. "But you said we should take a swim?"
"The lake's not far from here. Just over the next clearing. That's where I got the water," Pan indicated with a sweep of her arm. Trunks felt her body leaning closer and followed the line of site. Sighing, Trunks knew he had to be discreet. Although Goku was on board with his trysts with Pan, he still felt leery being open about their relationship. Just having her close was causing him to lose control.
Trunks wrinkled his nose at the smell of his own body, realizing he had not bathed properly since the last night in his haste to get to the latest Dragon ball trace. "Come to think of it, a bath would be a good idea," he winced.
"You are pretty ripe," Pan whispered, making a face.
"If we all smell the same who cares?" Goku shrugged.
"Here's what we'll do," Pan announced. "Grandpa and I'll bring enough of the ore here to the ship, and then meet you at the lake for a swim Trunks."
"Sounds good," Trunks nodded. "I'll need about two hundred and fifty kilos of siderite. Make sure you bring it into the ship and lock it down."
"Um if someone else usually comes to this planet what's to stop them from returning and taking something that isn't theirs," Goku scratched the back of his neck.
"That's why I've got the proximity detectors, and the defense grid," Trunks patted his wristwatch. "I'll just set them up."
Pan and Goku watched him reach into the cargo hold and bring out a series of ten poles, each with a cylindrical device atop that had a red-glassed lens. He strode around the ship, driving them into the ground at regular intervals. Each of them flickered to life with a bleeping of the red light and a musical chiming. Threads of blue energy, only faintly visible spanned from one to another.
"Let’s go then, Grandpa," Pan nodded. The four friends parted to their separate tasks promising to meet back in two hours. All work and no play would make things much more difficult.
Towel wrapped around his neck Trunks slid down and sat down on the boulder. Wearing only his boxer briefs, he had laid his folded clothes to the side. Rare moments like this were rare, and he relished the silence. Though the trees had reddish leaves and the trunks were an off purple, he could close his eyes and imagine he was in the woods on Earth.
His mind spun back to the past few times, of soft lips under his and the aggressive pinning of her hands on his wrists. How she threw him down and dominated him. Gohan's frown filled his mind and Trunks flinched from anticipation. IN the background newspapers spun endlessly with headlines such as, "Capsule's pedophile president" and "Player President Pwns age limit."
"Damn enough," Trunks mumbled, slapping his cheeks. Pan was 17 for crying aloud. So why was there the persistent barrage of images always haunting him when not in her presence? Air hissed through his teeth and Trunks slid into the rolling stream. Then his blue eyes popped open wide when he felt the onslaught of freezing cold water inundating his body.
"Shit, it’s freezing!" he yelped. However, it seemed appropriate, so Trunks forced himself to sit on a nearby rapid washed stone and let the current bathe the sweat from him.
"Cannonball!" shouted a sudden spark of Ki. Trunks eyes again widened to see a naked Goku materializing above the water then plummet.
Simultaneously Pan dropped down from the other side hanging from a branch. Whooping she let herself hit the water with a loud slapping sound, dousing Trunks with a sluice of frigid wetness. He spluttered against the dual onslaught.
"What the hell?" Trunks spat out water. Then he slapped his hands in either direction to pelt the other two with splashes. Soon there was a full-blown water battle transpiring in the swirling water. The three friends swam around in the lake to the shore, and allowed them to sit in relative comfort. Two suns overhead, a red giant and a yellow main sequence star gave an odd orange light to the entire landscape.
Pan shivered a bit and shifted closer to Trunks. Goku's tail rose like a periscope from the water and dripped as he lay down on a rock to sun himself. Having removed her bandanna, Pan's dark hair plastered to her head, gleaming wet with water. Trunks gaze diverted to take a good look, then returned to the sight of Goku sprawled out on his rock.
"Grandpa, do you mind?" Pan exclaimed, averting her gaze from her diminutive geriatric relative. Trunks could not resist the chuckle he hid behind one hand.
"No I don't actually..."
"That's NOT cool!" Pan continued. Blurring out she snatched up one of the towels she had left hanging on an overhead branch, and then materialized near her grandfather. He soon found himself covered chin to toe with terrycloth.
"Pan, what's to worry about?" Goku asked innocently enough. "It's not like it's you that doesn't have clothes on... and I don't mind being..."
"Grandma would throw a fit and it's not something I want to see, eww!" Pan fussed, squeezing her eyes shut.
"She has a point, Goku," Trunks added to the discussion. "And anyway, I think we should hurry up and home in on that dragon ball trail... once we've refreshed ourselves..."
"Food time then," Goku remarked, perking up. Not obvious to Pan's discomfort around his nudity, he made a toga out of his towel, and then phased out. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly dressed. Trunks could swear he winked at him a moment.
"What about the Dragon ball?" Giru bleeped.
"Aren't you hungry too, Giru?" Goku asked.
"Giru starving! Need food!" Giru waved its metallic arms.
"That lodestone we found Grandpa. The one that made the compass go nuts," Pan remarked, moving towards trunks. She had tied her T-shirt around her waist, revealing her midriff, while wearing a pair of what appeared to be cutoff shorts.
“Sounds just like what he wants, and there’s plenty at the ship you and I brought,” said Goku with a nod.
"You'd better go easy on it Giru, because we'll need some to make some replacement alloy out of eventually," Trunks tapped his chin. Ever the engineer he was thinking ahead.
"And you're going to ask Grandpa and me to use our ki to help forge it. My dad would say you'd need a great deal of coal to make steel, and aren't you going a bit overboard Trunks?" Pan asked, resting her hands on her hips.
"Overboard? You know we need to fix those holes in the ship panels from going through that meteor storm, Panny," Trunks reminded her.
"Don't you think about anything except the ship? Sheesh you're sounding like my dad!"
"I am not!" Trunks shot back, looking scandalized.
"Anyway guys, I think I'll take a fly around," Goku said. "C'mon Giru, let's get you some food. And I'm starving too just swimming around! Anyone going to join me?"
"I'll just stay here and swim around a bit. It's been forever since I've had the chance," Pan remarked, then slapped the water. "Someone needs to remind the Briefs computer he's still human?"
Trunks leapt back and threw a hand over his face to stop being splashed again. "Hey!" he yelped, and then lunged at her.
Goku motioned to Giru, both of them flying away as the two Saiyan youths tackled one another in the shimmering lake. Trunks hair backlit by the reddish sun almost looked like blood, and Pan soon latched around his ribs, knocking him over. Breath whooshed out of him, and he gasped at how strong she was. Unlike Pan, Trunks had not kept up with his fight training. Out of disgust, Vegeta had turned his attention to training Bra in basic martial arts.
"Trunks, you're slacking off!" Pan laughed, twisting his arm behind his back and wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Ow, hey!" Trunks complained, realizing just how his arm was feeling wrenched out of its socket. He suddenly twisted around, trying to fling her off. Pan then flipped over, levitating up. Sensing this, Trunks shot up out of the water, jerking his body to one side to dislodge her. She let go, then grabbed his ankle to swing him around as her grandpa did.
Trunks snapped his body, remembering a move that Goten had shown him during their old sparring. She must have learned that from Goku or Gohan for she felt him twist his ankle out of her grasp. The force sent her flying in a direction opposite of him. Somersaulting in midair she narrowly avoided crashing into a tree. Her sneakered foot pushed off, then propelled her back towards where Trunks levitated. Again, she caught him off guard, propelling him towards the bank where she slammed into the mud with him under her.
"Wholf!" Trunks grunted, Pan suddenly sitting astride his hips. He was not that badly hurt, and rather liked how she shifted her weight on his pelvis.
"You surrender?" she asked.
"Depends on what you mean," Trunks smirked, with a look worthy of Vegeta. Pan had to admit he looked quite sexy when he was not looking neurotically scared half to death. All the stories her father Gohan had related to her made him seem so different then the harried executive she had known. Fortunately, on the mission he had shown traces of that old self.
Wet tips of hair partly covered his face, and she thought how handsome it looked. Slightly darker and almost a reddish pink, that she pushed bits of it aside behind his ears. It was a while since he would cut it, and already it framed his face in a very odd way. He almost looked like those pictures her dad had in an album from when Gohan was only a few years younger than she was.
"You didn't cut your hair," she remarked.
"Because I don't trust myself with a pair of scissors, and you and Goku broke the sheers," Trunks glanced up at her accusingly.
"Well I could cut it for you," Pan teased. "But you look cooler with it long."
"Not too long. No longer then yours," he ran his hair through her locks. Already it hung down to her shoulder blades, straight and as black as her father's and mother's. Yet the shape of her eyes more closely resembled Chichi's. Unlike Marron or other girls, he had taken to his bed he did not have to hold back with Pan.
"Let's go back in the water. You're all muddy now," Pan clicked her tongue.
"No thanks to you, Panny," Trunks answered.
"Ugh don't call me that," she pulled a face, swinging off him. However, Trunks grasped her wrist, holding her down as he sat up.
"Sorry, Pan," he whispered, his voice a bit hoarser and deeper. She felt the awkwardness slide off, and then shifted in his lap. Standing up, she grasped his hand to pull him up next to her. She only took a moment to kick off her shoes, while Trunks motioned towards the water. Blue eyes held a sudden pulse of heat, boring into her very desires. A bolt twanged through her entire body, making her all too aware of the emptiness that needed filling.
He released her hand, slowly stepping off the muddy bank. Then his muscular back was presented to her, taking slow deliberate steps to let himself drop into the water. Pan tugged her T-shirt up and off her head, letting it drop so she only wore her bra. Shedding her shorts, she let them drop next to her shoes and socks. Trunks resurfaced, ribbons of water sliding down that hard tanned body. However, a slight pink blush graced his face when he saw Pan only in her underwear in full daylight.
"Why so shy?" Pan asked coyly, striding forwards.
"Um well," Trunks said at a loss for words. Indeed, he had a nice view of her only impeded by the cotton panties that did not quite match the lace bra. With small swaying motions of her hips, she strode forwards, and stepped into the water. She launched herself forwards, ripples spreading across the broken surface to collide with him standing waist deep. Then sinking to the level of her breasts, the tips of her dark hair floated freely like tentacles of seaweed.
Pan then let her feet lift off the bottom, arching her back so she floated easily. The curves of her small breasts broke the surface, while she spread her arms wide and scissored her legs. Trunks leaped lightly on the lake bottom, moving towards her. Then she spun around so her head faced him and she swam to meet him. Lightly he touched his fingers to her bare shoulders and turned her around so he could look down the creamy skin of her body to her dark eyes.
Extending both her legs, she touched her feet to either side of his hips while she pushed against the water with her hands. This extra surge moved her forwards so she could wrap those legs around his waist. Trunks slid his hands up and down her legs, caressing the strong muscles and lightly teasing the outsides of her thighs. Tightening her grip, she brought her crotch close to his, making him gasp. Still she stroked and moved her arms in lazy arcs, looking up at him with humor in her eyes. The subtle back and forth motion grinded her lightly and teasingly against him and he groaned.
"Like it?" she whispered.
"What do you think?" Trunks murmured back, tightening his grip on her hips. Wrapping his arms under her back, he tugged her upright so they were only inches apart. Pan gasped at the strong arms enfolding her possessively, reaching out her hands to land against his chest. Strong fingers touched his pecks, sliding up them to grip his shoulders and pull her the rest of the way against his hard body.
A low growl echoed from her throat and his, muffled by the action of their lips aligning. Realizing they were alone, Trunks and Pan wasted no time plunging their tongues into one another's mouths hungrily. Arms full of the girl, Trunks backed further into the deeper part of the alien lake and submerged to his chin.
"You are trying to cool us off or what?" Pan frowned prettily at him, breaking off the kiss at the shivering cold around them.
"Just in case someone's watching," Trunks growled, chest rumbling against her breasts. Crossing his arms he clutched her back tightly, his grip deliciously firm. Pan realized to her delight that was not the only part of him that was tensing. Leaving one of his hands to hold her, he slid his other down in kneading strokes to caress her bottom. Pan rubbed his shoulders, grunting as she leaned up and tackled his lips once more.
Long deep strokes of her tongue sent her unique taste heady and strong over his palate. Trunks drank the kiss deeply, letting go of his reservations as his fingers slipped under the seat of her panties. Already he plunged his fingers into her core, feeling the hot slickness in stark contrast to the frigid water. His hardened cock twitched and she shifted up so she could rub against him more deliciously. Reluctant to remove either of their underwear, Trunks did not want any nasty surprises if they were interrupted.
Pan murmured his name, letting his fingers slip one, two, and then three inside her core to spread the muscles this time. Simultaneously she slipped her hand between them to grab him through his boxer shorts and run her hand down his shaft. Breath hissed through their parted lips, and Trunks mouth attacked hers. Her grip tightened, sliding through the opening to pull him out. He slipped the crotch of her underwear aside, and both of them locked gazes.
"Now?" he seemed to ask.
Pan nodded her breath coming in short frantic pants. Trunks felt her hand tugging his cock towards her core, sending small ripples of delighted shock all over his skin in anticipation. Steadying her with his hand, he pulled his fingers out and gripped her bottom. As he pulled her onto him, she spread her legs wide and wriggled her hips.
"Mmm," he murmured, letting his eyes flutter shut and immersed himself in the moment as his cock buried itself in her. Stretched and impaled Pan let out a sharp gasp, sighing with pent up relief. Still she felt a bit uncomfortable containing him at first. However, her quick breathes in and out slowly relaxed her, as Trunks remained completely still.
Pan knew he was teasing, but was thankful as her body adjusted. IT simply felt good to have his large cock twitching inside her, and he loved the tight snug grip resisting and sheathing him so well. Back and forth, they began to move, engaging in a lazy luxurious moment to prolong the coupling they had waited some time for. Pan felt the slight variations of the long deep thrusts, tensing up.
"Relax Pan, just let it... happen," Trunks urged, transferring his grip so he held her thighs. Then she felt him shift her legs up and hook them over his inner elbows. Surprised she then grabbed tightly to his wrists and the angle opened her enough that he completely filled her.
"Ohhh..." she managed to get out, her high voice dropping in pitch to a low satisfied groan. "Again..."
"Better?" Trunks whispered, his face twisted with concentration and enjoyment.
"Much," Pan nodded, eyes rolling in the back of her head as Trunks thrusted in a pattern of four forward shoves, and two small thrusts as a chaser. Hot and hard he pistoned in and out, sweat rolling down his forehead. Tension in Pan's legs relaxed, and she simply moved along with him.
"How's that Pan... tell me how it feels," Trunks growled.
"Overstuffed and hard... so hot," she murmured, soft small cries at each stab against her cervix. The burning tingle spread from the base of her spine, shivering throughout her as she felt it building. Angling her pelvis up a tad, he was brushing against a particular spot that felt deliciously good.
"Ah... ah... Trunks... ahh..." she panted, dark lashed eyes squeezed shut. Then a wave of contractions spasmed, and she felt a tingling release wash over her like a warm wave. Her stomach muscles fluttered, her core gripping him tightly.
Trunks felt a sense of pride to see the look of sheer happiness pass over her. He waited a bit, allowing her to ride out the pinnacle before resuming his thrusting at a different angle. Spying the rocks ringing the shore where they had sat before he carried her toward them. At first she protested when he pulled out, but then when he turned her around she realized what he had in mind. Nodding she braced herself on all fours, presenting her pert backside to him. Slipping his shorts off he lay them to the side on the rock, then reached up to lift her by her stomach so he could remove her panties as well. Still wet she ached for his return, and sighed with relief when Trunks thrust into her from behind. Protecitvely he arched his body over hers, cradling her hips in his hands as he made love to her hard.
This time his hands glided down to her breasts and squeezed them. Yelping Pan pressed up against him, giving him both resistance and a countermovement that pushed him to almost the brink. Both of them cried out, unable to stop from voicing their relief. Convulsing as he stabbed deeply, Trunks hands clenched her breasts hard. Shuddering Pan’s core tightened around his cock, wringing the hot spurt he injected deeply inside her. For a full five minutes it seemed as if their ki crackled and merged before fading and washing all their senses in its supernova. Spent, Trunks felt himself collapsing atop her, and desperately twisted to the side so pan was nestled on the rock spooned into him. Panting deeply he wrapped her small body in his arms, crushing her back to his chest while his knees pressed into the backs of hers.
Pan hugged his arms, leaning down to kiss his hands and shiver with the hard climax that Trunks had blessed her with. It felt so good and safe with him still wedged inside, reluctant to disengage and separate them as they basked on the flat topped boulder together. Pressing his chin into her shoulder Trunks lovingly kissed her ear, hugging her close.
“Better this time?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm,” she answered, recovering her breath more rapidly. Earth seemed so far and distant from them now, and all the worries were forgotten. Still would this relationship continue when they returned or would Trunks return to his frantic life at the helm of Capsule while she again became the heir apparent to Satan’s martial arts school? Yet she hardly cared because she knew that they would have this time together to remember. She had reached parts of him he had forgotten existed. If they were only friends after this, she could carry forever the memories of a considerate lover into the next relationship, content that someone had put her needs before their own.
***
Eventually Trunks and Pan did untangle themselves and complete their impromptu bath. Putting on changes of clothes they gathered their things up and went in search of food. Trunks still wore jeans in lieu of shorts, and a capsule T shirt that was white in color, while Pan had her own jeans and a sleeveless tank, over which she wore a loose button up shirt Trunks had loaned her. They rolled the once sweaty clothes they had cleaned up in their towels, choosing to wear their shoes and socks back. Instead of flying they clasped hands and walked back through the woods to the spacecraft.