Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Liaisons ❯ plan A ( Chapter 3 )

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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.

 

Plan A

I can't fuck her, I can't fuck her…The message kept repeating itself many times. Trunks banged himself thinking of her lithe body succumbing to him as he pounded her…her eyes closed, head shaking, and body trembling as he pistoned.

Trunks could hear her calling him; taste her sweat, her juices. The images so sharp and vibrant that he knew it would happen. Still he heard himself say, “I cant.” Trunks let out a howl half in ecstasy the other in sorrow. His hand throbbed along his prick and slick with his wasted cum. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked.

She had touched him, told him how much she needed him. He began to wonder if she even knew what she was saying…were they just words that had slipped out. Were they involuntary words responding to him? Lord, where had he taken them?

Trunks knew he should have not stepped beyond last night. Was it too late? Yes, too late to talk about should have and out to have been. If one were to ask of him later, he would have to answer: “I don't know.” However, he knew, but did not know what possessed him to begin. Now it was too late- of this, he was sure- no matter what. Until someone else could help him, Pan would have to be there. He would not fuck her; he promised himself, which was just wrong.

But- But they could pet. Oh yes, “Stay innocent Pan”, he thought. It was wrong. In standard years was she too young. In Vegeta's world, it was accepted. Pan did like Saiyan ways.

“Oh, Shit~!” he cursed aloud, trying to rationalize this. Then began to think of how Pan owed him… “No. No Dammit Trunks, I can't think like this” he thought again “Oh Kami Pan, why you?”

Anger now replaced wants and plans. Trunks was so perplexed. The only sure thing was that they were best friends. He hoped they still were. This was no excuse; he had crossed a line. He needed her- he could help her too. Again his thoughts drifted to the needs she must be feeling. Real or imagined; Trunks wanted to believe that her innocence was intact but her desire for him real, evident in her words… He was smug for about a minute. Then felt dirty so he stopped. Trunks did not want to feel worse, he could make her feel good….Damn his thoughts were out of whack…

Trunks loved doing for Pan, he would not stop that, all he needed was moments-just to help him release- her voice, her smile, and her touch. Then he would fine…

Trunks would make it up to her- buy her anything, train with her, hell do whatever she wanted. He would spoil her, just to keep her happy, keep her close to him.

 

In order to keep his frazzled nerves from shorting out, Trunks began to breathe deeply. He had to calm down and be realistic. I was a lot for him, anyone to take on. He thought about asking Vegeta if he was normal, something which Trunks considered. Nevertheless, he really did not want proof he was wrong. There was a chance of this not being a deviant behavior for a Saiyan. That is what he hoped. HE had no base comparison, just a hunch.

The only other Saiyans he could observe had been mated by the time Goten and him were old enough to understand such things…There was no time to consider mating… that was not for him… He knew no other factor in Saiyan sexual behavior. Cursing he thought again that if only Pan was older… Damn they could just fuck-

He could be cured over what ailed him.

 

“Plan A part one,” he mused aloud. Making a plan could ease his built up tension, and maybe think of a better route. “I need to find someone my own age. But she has to be a lot like Pan… There is just something…. Monica!” The name popped in his mind as the perfect solution. Monica had reminded him of Pan. It was her who had made Trunks began to see his Panny in a different light! Maybe that was why he seemed so infatuated by the younger Saiyan.

“Part One- Find Monica.” Trunks commanded him to do just that.

Excusing himself from the company of Bra, Marron, and Uub, Goten hurriedly went in search of Trunks Ki. He came to Trunks, and his best friend was in the process of dumping a dresser drawer on to his bed. Clothes, papers, and other junk were tossed around as Trunks threw then…

 

“Lose something?” Goten smirked.

“That's obvious” was the tart reply.

“Need some help?”

“Only if- Goten but I doubt it”

“OK” Goten watched longer as Trunks began to unfurl tiny scraps of paper. They too flew after a cursory glance. The room looked like falling confetti. After a moment, Goten happened to catch one spiraling piece. He opened it up for a peek. He smiled after noticing a number and a girl's name. “So you lost that hot girls number?”

 

“What do you know?” Trunks snarled, and then refuted, “No- just a person I want to look up.”

 

“Gee I was wondering when you were going to start seeing women again- I thought that…never mined.” Goten felt awkward.

Trunks stopped and looked at Goten's smile, `You thought what?” bitterness in his question.

 

“Oh nothing- just I was wondered>” Goten jested.

 

“Goten why you were worried?” Trunks nose flared with his question.

 

“Oh nothing, well I thought that you were going to play for the other team!” he laughed.

 

“Nani!” exclaimed Trunks. “You jerk Goten why would I do that?”

 

“Just well, ha-ha just kidding Trunks…. Yeah it's actually only a joke…” he said that last apart quietly not really knowing how his thoughts would affect Trunks, “Then figured, well Uub, and the girls and I thought I know it sounds weird but…”

Trunks looked frustrated. Goten was getting on his nerves. He was not in the mood to question today; “Spit it out Son!”

 

“OK” hands in air, Goten knew when Trunks was done, not wanting to banter and play. “We thought that you might be interested in Pan, that's all>”

“Pan!” Trunks voice hitched higher. “Why would you think that?”

“You two fit well.” Goten openly spoke with no malice, and no accusation. That idea made perfect sense to him. He liked Bra, and Marron liked Uub so it all fit…

 

Trunks sated hafted at Goten's features but drew a blank so asked, “What does that supposed to mean Goten?” He asked low.

Goten noticed the change of voice, and he raised his defense. Trunks was angry, bothered, most certainly upset.

“You fit well” he chose the words carefully, “it makes sense- our being who we are, our differences, the fact we are Saiyans…”

 

Trunks thought quickly, picking up that Goten was stating his words slowly, deliberately and changing the subject he posed his own question “We're Saiyans? Who are we? Better yet who are you talking about Goten?”

 

Goten was not sure how Trunks knew, he found himself at the piecing end of Trunks intimidating state… Goten was not sure if True ask was angry at him, or just everyone in general…But he was not going to hide the fact that Goten was talking about him and someone else…”Well” he began, “Me and Bra I kinda figured you knew?” Goten smiled.

 

“Knew?” he asked as though he had no idea… However, Trunks had known Goten for over 20 years; trunks knew everything every nuance of Goten. Be as tat may be, he never thought that what Goten was dealing with could ever parallel what his life situation.

 

“While Trunks thought about things in nanoseconds, Goten blurted out nervous jabbering…”Yeah know how I feel about Bra- its like we are made for each other…we have really become great friends while you were gone, and now it is just real good—she even understands me and all those phone calls…”

 

Trunks just sat there not listening to Goten anymore… he had found the number he needed. Goten could have his happy love life with Bra, he needed something else…