Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Liaisons ❯ Talk ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: Some material in here might disturb you… It is not for young readers… Mature Rating;

Explicit subjects matters and hentai, lemon.

Liaisons

Talk

What could he say? He had managed to get through the night, and the next morning without so much as seeing anyone… Not Goten, or Uub, or even Vegeta...

Trunks took the opportunity to go outside and work off some of his frustrations…. nervous energy was building and he felt like something was going to happen. He just knew that he would be explaining himself today…

 

Trunks felt the eerie sense of forbidding, being watched. Swinging around the area and scanned for anyone… it was not a surprise to see the ebony eyes of a Son.

 

She watched with avid interest in his morning Katas, and exercise. However, the feeling was not a familiar one… because Pan just looked at him. Pan gave him no smile and no frown. Trunks was perplexed over this…It was like nothing, but that meant something…

 

He knew he should say something to her, especially to her, but an angry part of himself wanted to blame her… It was her fault for sneaking onto that ship and tormenting him… Her fault that he needed to hear her, and now as he thought about it, had to touch her again… just to find release that a man needed. His anger over it out weighed the guilt and worry…

 

Scowling back a Pan, she turned around and walked back inside…

Satisfied that he showed her, Trunks prepared himself to hear the onslaught of words that usually followed, when he upset her. He waited on the lawn for her to come flying out and challenge him… Trunks patiently waited a full hour….

 

His anger flowed through him and he decided that If Pan would not come to him that he would find her….

 

So caught up in what he was going to say… tell her what she had done, forgetting what he had done, Trunks missed her disappearing Ki… When he entered the house and did a search, he found her… She was very far from Capsule Corporation…

 

Trunks fought the inner demon, and lost. He set to the sky to find Pan and have a little talk with her. She was not going to treat him like this. Didn't she understand? Trunks battled over his pride and kept pushing the thought away that what he did was wrong… He forgot how bad he felt last night and how scared he had been… In its place, where guilt should have been, Trunks was indignant.

 

As he slipped past the curtains that were billowing in the wind, his nose caught whiff of vanilla. Pan loved showering with that flavor bath gel… How he knew it only reminded him of their time in Space. In seconds, the blood started to fill his flaccid member, and he grabbed for it to try to ease it and make it stop…. Damn if he could not stop thinking about the only time, he could get a rise and useful was around that girl in the shower. His Saiyan hearing, noticed the faint sounds of Pan in the shower, while his nose tasted the comfortable scent. It was pure madness, and yet soothing. Slipping back out of the window hoping the fresh air would lend itself to clearing the images form his mind and aerate the scent…

FLASHBACK

Morning time read on the galactic clock …

Bulma had prepared the clock to let them know what time it was on earth, Trunks sat and pondered how it helped keep their minds focused on the task and routine… Pan was showering… Goku had fallen back off to sleep able to do so at a pin drop, after breakfast Trunks sat at the observatory just dazing off into the black oblivion, as they looked fro the next black star ball. The memory was still strong, for it was at this time that he began to need Pan as a way to get there…. He laughed in his head as he thought of it that way…. Hoping to get out the tensions from the long time he had spent inside this ship, Trunks was in need of release… The only thing close to turning him on was the scent that meandered form the shower. It was Vanilla, and he could hear the faint off keyed singing of the girl in the shower. Imagining that she was a dark haired beauty showering for him and let his mind think all of all kinds of things that he would like to do to her… at first it was not Pan herself that he thought of, but someone in her likeness, much older… Monica was a suitable person for she had that spunk and dark coloring like Pans…. He was able to reach that pinnacle. Monica was a wildcat, and she would love to see him now jerking off in this lonely ship, with what looked like two children…

End Flashback…

As he lowered himself to the ground thinking about what started all of this, he could not imagine leaving without talking to Pan, he had to say something, he had to gain some control…

 

As before he knew that she was looking at him, Trunks need not turn around to gaze up at the window, Pan was there aware of him, as he was aware of her. It was simple, their Saiyan senses gave them this advantage… but the feeling of her stare would have alerted him even if he were wholly human, she had such a strong presence about her... Maybe it was her life force, which drove him…, hmmm he would think on that later…

 

Collecting himself and getting back his arrogant attitude Trunks put his facade back in place and levitated back to where he had been. Pan only backed up and watched him…

 

He had learnt many trick s in his years, and the one best that helped in difficult situations was the looking into ones eyes and not really seeing them, but giving the feeling that he could see all he had to be strong. Pan was something he did not need though desperately he did need, but he could not let her have knowledge that she held this power over him….

 

“Never let your enemy think he is stronger then you, even if he may be, you have the power, you are the strongest, you are dominate one, take control over every situation you are in…” Trunks remembered the words well. This was spoken to him firmly by His mother, and then beat into by Vegeta. He mused over how a board room takeover and fighting the enemies of earth could have much in common….

 

“What's wrong Trunks?” asked Pan. Her whining voice gone and her face confused.

 

Making note, she was thrown her off; he looked at her quizzically… `Nothing is wrong, why did you run off today?” he asked back.

 

“I had to come home, take a shower…” her response drifted off.

 

Trunks nodded his head not believing a word. Pan had used his home as her own for too many years and usually when he trained, she would have been the first to jump in to fight with him… Things had changed. Trunks did not like it. He faced her and he would make sure she would face him.

 

“I don't believe you, but I will let it slide this time,” He said after a minute of searching her face. Them he let his fingers lift her chin to look at him directly, then continued, “Do not run from me again, Pan.” This time his voiced was laced with a demand and a vehemence he had never used.

 

He watched as she swallowed hard, but nodded her head in agreement.

Seeing that she was falling under his demands and accepting that he was in control, eased some of trunks worries of before, perhaps things would work themselves out…

They stared at each other for a moment, and he could see her mind working, but his piercing gaze, another trick he used effectively was focused on her while his mind screamed all of his fears…. Those fears never allowed crossing his features…

Pan did what she would always do when faced with problems with her loved ones and family, she threw her arms around Trunks and buried her head against his waist.

She was crying like someone who had done something wrong, and she was sorry for it. His mind stopped for a moment, he feared no longer. Pan would never betray him, in fact, her love he knew she had for him would never allow it, and he had won this mêlée….

 

Strong arms encircled her waist and her head pushed up higher against his chest. Pan held tightly still not releasing Trunks from her grasp.

 

`Sshh, Pan. I am not mad. Just do not run from me again. Understand? I do not want to chase over here to see you, when you should have been at my house. You cannot hide form me anyway. You know that?”

 

He felt her nod her head. “Good, now dry your tears” once again, a nod was felt.

“We're best friends after all, and we need each other. I need things form you and I know what you need. Were Saiyans too. We have each other to lean on…”

Trunks now fought with what he really wanted to say, but continued talking in his monotone to keep Pan where she was, close to him. “Goten and Bra are very close like us, lets not make things difficult. You be a good girl for me, and I'll take us to your favorite Pizza place?”

 

Pan wiped her eyes just once more and pulled form the hug. She looked at his strong face and gave him a winning Son smile, she noticed how he snickered happily back at her… She knew she could get Trunks to smile.

 

“Ok, you're on” she told him.

 

Trunks left Pan in her bedroom, as he needed to use her facilities. He thought of how easy that was, and how much they did not talk about. It was for the best right now. Until he did not have to explain it all to her, he could use what she gave him, take the pleasure however, everything else was true. Nevertheless, Pan was not not ready to know how badly he needed her….

 

After a few hours of normalcy between the two, it seemed like things were back to routine with their relationship. Pan and Trunks was laughing and talking like the old friends that they were. The mornings little episode fading off, and the night before little fun, tucked away.

 

Mid day, they returned to Pan's house, Trunks sat with Gohan and talked a little, and Pan ran off to change.

Talking to Gohan was an experience for Trunks; the man never seemed to have a deceitful bone in his body, Trunks own voice sounding off in his head deciding that no one would ever see his daughter, especially a non-relative., but maybe Gohan felt as if Trunks was a relative… Even so, Bulma would never let Yamcha near Bra… Yamcha was like a brother to Bulma… Then again Vegeta would never allow it. It was because he was a Son, which was the reason Gohan saw no harm… He stopped sounding off and tried to listen to what Gohan was saying but thinking about Pan made it difficult… so Trunks excused himself from the conversation, wanting to say goodbye to Pan, he needed to go home for a while and had things he wanted to do.

Then he climbed the stairs, and knocked on her door.

Without asking, he went inside and smiled his smile to Pan, her hair, pulled back into a tight Ponytail, acknowledged that her bandana was missing. She looked a little older then he once thought and liked how she had started to change from a kid into a young woman, remembering last night when he had touched her blossoming breast.

They only looked at one another, and Trunks could not stop.

He reached for Pan, and squeezed her breast. His two hands were kneading her flesh, and her little gasp of air was all that was heard. She leaned into his grip, and he tweaked one nipple, gaining another gasp. Removing a hand from her left breast then he took one of Pan's hands and brought it down to his rising member. With her hand in his, he had her grasp him. Then pulling her closer to him, her faced pressed hard against his chest, her hand still in his but folded around his hardness, he hissed in to her ear. “See, feel how much I need you!”

Pan could only nod again, something that she had been doing a lot lately, her mind whirling with thoughts not ready to be said aloud.

 

He felt her heart beat heavily against him. “This is something I can't understand, but I will figure it out,” he promised her not wanting to lose this for now, but so unsure of what to do, until he could talk to her for real…

He let go of her hand and he stopped touching her breast. On her own, Pan squeezed him and heard his own gasp of air. “Shit,” he thought, “she is going to be my death.”

“Trunks, is this ok?' she asked and squeezed him again. He managed a low groan and a breathless, “yes”

 

Pan pulled back and looked at him, her eyes open and clear.

“I think I need you too much,” she said.

 

It took a moment for her words to penetrate his foggy mind. But when they did, he straightened out to stand his full height, “you remember that well, we will talk of this later.”

In a flash, he was gone out her window. He cursed himself flying fast away. His memory holding on to the feeling of her hand on him.

In a moment of clarity, something clinked together in Pan's mind.

 

Trunks would smile when she smiled at him, and his response to her was remarkable. She had been able to get what she had always wanted from Trunks, little things. First by needling him, then by his respect of her as a fighter, recently as best friends….just how much did Trunks need her and what could she get from him? Her young fresh fantasies about people and sex intrigued her and Trunks had her feeling hot and very horny. Kami, what they could do! She laughed at herself hoping no one would guess, knowing she would never tell a soul…She understood better then he thought. Dirty fucking Trunks… wanting to fuck around with a 16 year old… he was a perfect hot man, she loved him too, but to be made love to be fucked by him…damn she wanted him that way too…but could they still be friends? Would that be what was ok? Pan assumed that that was what bothered him the most…that was why he had this little talk...