Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Liaisons ❯ kission Bra ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Liaisons

Kissing Bra

(A/N this is like two chapters in one read slow it might be confusing... many scenes, different people, and a lemon)

“Are you some kind of tomboy?”

She licked sweat from her upper lip, flipped her wet bangs back off her face; a little agitated that they had slipped form her ponytail. Then she assessed the dark beauty in front of her; her reply was, “are you some kind of investigator?”

“Huh? -no I mean I never seen a girl work that hard. Or are you trying to keep up with them?” Delicate fingers pointed to the two boys both whom were breathing deep from the exertion of the sparring session.

Pan smirked. She could not help it. Besting Goten and Trunks was her favorite hobby.

She shrugged her shoulders not really wanting to speak to Trunk's `friend'. Her mood though hidden by her natural urge to fight, really fight, and not just tear the hair from Monica's head; caused her Ki to rise high, though her body was aching and tired from her training.

Bra noticed very well the vibe Pan was feeling, and she came to the rescue.

The coloring of Monica was any indication Bra knew that her dear brother had too many issues…Displacement was only one of them… Bra thought to herself, `I am just a genius.'

Snaking an arm around her best friend, Bra kissed Pan on the cheek, “girl you did fabulous!” She gave Pan her best smile and noticed how Monica's cheek blushed ever so slightly.

“C-ya Monica,” Bra waved off to the girl with a free arm but kept one tight around Pan's waist. She pulled hard, making sure Pan moved away with her and away from Trunk's new girlfriend.

“We'll talk,” was the only other words spoken from either of the two as Bra kept total control- ensuring that Monica kept her head of hair, and guarantee that Monica would only know one thing…

-Pan was her's- the image the blue haired genius wanted to be left.

The word `tomboy' took on a greater meaning for all three.

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Later…

“That Pan she is something,” reflected Monica to Trunks.

Trunks kept a blank expression when Monica began the conversation but he secretly wanted to hear more. “What do you mean?” He asked innocently.

“Well, she fights like- well a boy- and I,” she began to whisper, “I think she likes Bra!” she finished.

Trunks took a few minutes to digest the information- and could easily connect how anyone might misconstrue those things about Pan- however, just thinking about her- drove any thoughts of her sexual orientation out the door. Suddenly, Trunks overcome by an urging he was familiar with…moved closer to Monica.

Monica was close enough to sense Trunks growing dilemma, assuming his infatuation over her, she began to radiate her own growing desire. Trunks picked this up immediately.

“Boy Trunks how playful are we?” she asked with a husky voice.

Trunks did what was expected; the girl was his new special `friend' though only a few kisses had transpired…. This was what he needed right? She was a distraction to overcome his real problem…

Trunks could still function in the patterns that were not forgotten. Trunks knew his deepening kisses could ignite the slow burning passion he sensed from the girl… his temporary fear of not arising was already a moot point. In fact, the image of Pan fighting him earlier was etched so prominently in his head; nothing could have deterred him from being excited… Roughly, he pushed Monica back against his bed and ravaged her neck with hot kisses, and she moaned her utmost pleasure…

As it happens in a house full of Saiyans, everyone there knew one thing... Trunks Ki was rising and all but two knew he was not fighting them… and the sensed the human's was raising too… everyone but one knew it was not another Siayan…

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Vegeta grunted his displeasure of Trunks lack of taste and location and fumed out to his gravity room... Leaving Bulma to wonder what had ticked off her husband….It was the sudden scream and burst of energy even she could feel made her wonder who had pissed off her guest…

Goten sheepishly sauntered into the area to see Bulma standing angry…

Her blue eyes locked to his, he reminded her so much of Goku… and She could not help but to speak to this Son as she did to the others anymore, “So which one pissed her off this time?”

Goten shook his head, a sure sign it was Trunks, because Goten would have rolled his eyes if it had been Bra; speaking of which Bra joined her mother and Goten and put a hand on his shoulders. Goten looked down to her and gave her a small smile…

“Hun could you help me fix my room?” Bra asked of Goten.

Bulma quirked an eyebrow at the two and her daughter's use of pet name. Smiled inwardly but warned them, “If it is that messed up from the energy I felt, take a Bot to fix it, no offense `hun' but I've seen you fix your wrecks before.” Bulma waved off to go and see if Vegeta was ready to talk to her about this bump in their much-ditched filled road…

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Pleasing earthlings was an easy feat for the half Saiyan. Trunks could not remember there ever being one, he could not satisfy. His stamina alone was more then what most bargained for, and for once he was glad for it, though he normally could finish the job… as he sat in the one corner chair of his large room, and looked around, he thought of many things… His last thought really was on the woman in his bed, passed out…

He could have cum, he argued, he really wanted to, but when he felt Pan's mad flight from his home, he knew what a mistake he had made… he could not do it. He tried he tried. He even got angry while he fucked, his knew friend… and she screamed and came for him… he loved the sounds she made and the taste of sex in the room. But it was not enough, some part of his wretched conscious of something held him back… felt like a fricking loser… before he knew it, the girl had moaned herself off to sleep, too tired to keep up wit him, and his member, ached from all the exertion and overcome by not cuming… he was going mad…

Trunks would not dare speak this to anyone, and for all who knew especially Monica, he finished, he came, he screamed... Red flushed his checks as he sat and embarrassed too… He never faked anything in his life… Faking an orgasm was not such a hard thing to do… however, he felt tortuously unsatisfied. This too lent itself to his maddening state.

Trunks became so indignant and angry again, he left from his outside doors, in a mad flight many miles from his home. Bra and Goten felt outward abut kept quiet. They could easily trail Trunks destination. They both kept doing what they were doing, that was fixing the room back the way it was before Pan had left it so tumultuously.

Gohan sat at his desk. Already that day he had felt his daughter's wrath. Pan was a teenager that went through her many bought of hormones. In addition, he being sensitive to all the fluctuating Ki's and energy patterns knew better then to check on every one like a mother hen. Something is a father was best to know last, that way he could not be blamed for interfering at the wrong times. He wished sometimes that he had had a sister instead of a brother to learn it, his mother was the best he had and she was always ready to boil…. However, Pan was more like his own wife… and once in a lifetime with that was enough for him, so the delicacy to know when or when not to interfere was left up to Videl… Except except the times when it involved something Saiyan…. With Pan, it was usually something Saiyan…. Moreover, that meant consulting with Vegeta!

This is why Gohan was now still at his desk, letting Pan cool down, and he continued like the blind man he was…. Videl kept giving him looks, and looking up to where their daughter's room was….

He shrugged once and said, “She's a teenager” and he sensed that Videl agreed with that statement, as though it explained everything…

Now Gohan also had to sense those million others little flick of Ki and energy that everyone had HE had a good ability about him. He knew Trunks' signature form Goten's to Vegeta's and most of the humans they were involved with, but these became like background noises in everyday life. He ignored them most times, and only when something Big happened did they respond. Even the normal spats the kids had everyday… even the tryst the kids had… and when things were hidden, they were all trained in hidden the Ki's when being discreet… nothing was ever said. This was a good thing for Trunks. CC was too far for Gohan to know what happened over there, but now Trunks was flying hard and fast to MT Pau… Gohan knew that, but remained at his desk… `Ahh so Trunks knew what happened… well let him deal with it'

“Gohan” he looked over at Videl.

“Let it be Del, Trunks is on his way, at least we know why or who made her mad.”

“For now” was all she said, being a women she had some inclination that Pan was just more then mad at Trunks or whomever or whatever that made her come home like she had…

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She waited at her side table, already putting away her notebook where she typed furiously over her feelings. He was coming, and she was not sure what was going to be said. Already she did not care that much, except he was coming to her. She wondered what that meant, knew she deserved an apology but then again, maybe not. What she felt she deserved was not necessarily, what she `deserved'. However, Trunks never made it a point to visit her after his little indiscretions before… Perhaps it was her age, it never mattered before what he did, she really never knew what it was back then, but she was not ten years old…She knew what the energy was from she knew what he was doing… and he knew she knew… that was the point. He could have tried to be quiet… not in sound but in feeling… though that was not the reason way she felt like she deserved an apology… that was what he was going to say. She desired an apology because of what had transpired with them, how close they were, he violated there little unspoken pact. Pan knew she was not going to hear him say sorry for doing what he did…just sorry that she was there to have it thrown at her like a slap.

He arrived sooner then she thought and could see how close to transforming. He must be angry! Good she thought.

He was not mad at her. However, he was angry. She had every right to leave when she did. That was not the point. HE was in a stronger need…

“Pan what did I say about running away?” he asked in a gruff voice.

She blinked. Her mind hit a wall; did he really expect her to stay while he fucked the twits' brains out? She wondered what bend had he cornered. She practically choked on her tongue and the replies she had for him… there were so many things she could tell him just had no idea of how to unjumble them from the pile they left from the impact of his words on her minds wall.

“Uh” was what she managed to pull out first.

He did not bother anymore. He walked in her room and looked around as trying to clear his head of what to say next. She watched transfixed still wondering what to say, his first words still had her confused.

“Pan, Pan I tired you know.” He said quietly as not to let anyone but her hear him. She silently listed to his words.

“I thought that it would work, it still might, but I can't keep acting as though its fine. It is fine but its not. It hurt damnit. I am a Saiyan but I am physically hurt. Every time I see it, I can't the image is so sharp, that it's what it is.”

She nodded her head not sure what the hell he was saying now, but she tried to follow, because it meant so much to him she could tell. Just like all the other times, since becoming such close friends… Maybe growing up was not as easy as she hoped because he sounded like her ranting and raving to her parents or her notebook, whichever had patience enough to listen… The part of her show wanted Trunks to be ok, kept her trying to decipher what he was saying, though another part of her was too young to really get it…

“And that's hard to do...” he finished.

She had missed a part, damn…

“Trunks what?”

“This damnit Pan had you heard me!” he yelled and room shook.

Both were quiet for a minute waiting to see if anyone would come up…

Gohan had heard him was not sure the jest of the conversation, but it was quiet…. He continued to work at his desk waving off a hand to Videl as he sensed her coming up to him… NOT yet, time to interfere…. He would later for sure…

Trunks calmed down, and lowered his Ki, it did not change his mood, but it gave him more time…

After a minute of quiet staring, he began again.

“You did not hear me.”

“I heard you, I didn't necessarily understand you” she replied honestly.

Trunks closed the gap between them and pulled her up to him. Her head fell just below his chin, she was not much shorter, then his mom, so he was comfortable, his hands laced between hers and he held them above her head. Pan looked him in the eyes, and she could feel energy pouring off him. She loved how it felt to be this close when not sparring with the man…

The man. That was what Trunks was, she was still a girl, and whatever transpired it was going beyond her realm. BUT that was where she wanted to go… not a little kid, she wanted to be a woman, hell she only lacked in years what her body wanted to feel…

Trunks released her hands and pulled her into a hug, she could feel every muscle he had in his abs, and then lower, on him his need.

She giggled at her own discovery.

He knew he knew she knew.

See Pan, I cannot fix this. It hurts too damn much, I tried, I told you I tried, but it is no use. You have to help me…

“I... I don't know how?” she said.

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He sighed deeply; he knew that... didn't him? When others might be experimenting, she was locked in for the battle to save thee earth… Kami what a fool he was… it did not matter.

He gathered her hands to his and he led her to her bed, his back to her door. She stopped when he sat down. Pan left him to go and lock her door, and she only prayed that mom did not want to check on her guest to be polite. She doubted that her mother would understand this one, though she felt Bulma might.

Trunks wondered aloud, “Will that stop anyone?' he smiled at the thought of what could happen.

“Yes, and no, they respect met too much to come on in though, it is only there to give us enough time to stop…'

She smiled a little shaky knowing that Trunks understood how fast they would react to an intrusion.

She came back to the side of the bed, and looked expectantly at him. He thanked his foresight weather intentional or not to chose his pull up sweats… though he really had not intended to do this when choosing his pants…

He looked at her face as he lowered them just enough to release his member from both them and his boxers… her gasp at the size and looks made him feel good, but he showed no expression for fear of what he might actually do…

She was not shy; thank Kami for her natural curiosity. She reached out without his beckoning, and touched the soft skin. She was amazed at how hard yet how soft it felt. HE rolled his eyes as her hand petted him.

“Please Pan,” he begged.

“Umm, ok like this?” she wrapped her hands around it, and it flexed against hers nearly doubling larger in response. She was awed at how it reacted to her… as if it had a life of its own.

Trunks hands covered hers as he showed exactly what felt good and exactly what he wanted her to do…

Minutes her hand tired, so she pulled up more energy and began to get a feel for what he wanted. HE released her hand bracing himself on her bed and she freely pistoned hers over his shaft. Precum at the tip gave her more lube and she kept one hand at the base and the other moving up and down. He tweaked at every time she reached his tip… she teased him slightly when she moved her hand completely form his head…

`Don't stop”

Pan spit on her hand and continued. She smiled inwardly as to how smooth her hand fit around it, and the slippery feeling of her movements. Trunks too seemed pleased with hat.

His energy ebbed and he was tearing at her comforter and she knew he would rip them up if this continued for too much longer. Her thighs were getting weak, and every lilt moan made her juices flow... She had been handling getting wet before, but she felt her self getting hotter and wetter by the second.

“Faster!”

She complied and turned the heat up on him. Her mind was so set on trying to do whatever it was going to do. She was overcome by some gnawing sense of determination. He was going to cum, she knew that much, but had never witnessed the act. Pan could t get over how easy this was to do, and was amazed at how helpless Trunks seemed to her. She got curious enough and felt better, if she could … make it better…

She was on her knees wrestling with his anaconda-sized penis, and her hands would have been tired if not been for her heritage. She even dared looked at her clock that let her knew that this was going on for about 10 minutes now and time would soon expire on them. Parents could be so noisy when prompted, and Trunks unhidden Ki, which was hidden but spiking every so often, was the prompt. Someone would knock soon! However, though this took no time to ponder, she got closer to him and let her saliva spill from her mouth to give hr hand more lube. It calmed the friction of skin on skin, but the scent, being that close to him, was blinding. She dipped right back to it and tasted his tip so slightly, She adjusted her grip and suck lightly on the head and kept her hand moving up and down, while her other hand had a firm grip o his base.

“Pan, Oh Pan”

She was pleased to hear him and sucked harder…

“Pan ease up on the bottom,” he begged, but she could not understand his command into him as she was…

HE flexed one hand and had to pull her one off him….

She looked up his member engorged in her mouth, and physically relieved of her hard grip, he let go of her hand and placed it on her head, as she sucked him off, and jerked him at the same time…

Damn, that is hot, he thought, her mouth was engulfing him he was so close…

He bucked up to her face, as he was ready to spill, her fast movements causing him such pleasure.

“Pan, Pan you don't have to…” he told her so incase of her bad reaction to this, he dare not think of it…

Pan pulled her mouth from his, saw his muscles on his legs flex, and continued to pump his orgasm out from him. Trunks stressed and strained, and held on to his screams as his body finally released it; the built up passion he had been holding on. Pan whined as she pulled his essence from him, almost a little disappointed by not getting to kept him in her mouth, but then thought better of it... she had heard stories about this….

His white glistening cum was on her hands, and down his shaft and IT looked purple from his strain. Not knowing what else to grab, she found a t-shirt on her dresser, and wiped her hands off… but before he could use the same rag, she grasped him once more in a grip. His member still slightly enlarged stood at thee attention she was giving it… He dare not speak.

Pan put it back in her moth, to give her a taste of his wanted cum. It was biter, but yet not too bad… Something about it made her want to keep doing this…

“Pan, Stop! I t is not going to be so good in a minute…” She looked up and let him drop form her mouth, a little disappointment on her face.

He chuckled, and pushed her bangs from her eyes… HE had never been so relaxed and tenses at the same time before…

“I like it, but you won't when it cools…..” he tried to tell her how its consistency gets clumpy after a while….

“Oh,” not sure of how it changed, no one ever told her that much…. Especially not in sex education…obviously that was not part of the curriculum….then again neither was giving blow jobs… perhaps they need to change that class title…

Before any more was done, Trunks sat up faster and pulled up his boxers and pants. She had done something so amazing that he could not get words out to thank her…

He knew time was up and he felt bad... not for the act, but because he had been here too long, and had yet to visit, her parents and he knew that that was almost unacceptable…. Therefore, before they came in to keep up the manners, he quickly kissed Pan, as deep as he dared, and jumped out the window…

Trunks flew home fast, knowing how disappointed she must feel, he never left a woman unsatisfied…. Woman! That half woman, girl, and damn that Pan… he could feel her anger flow after him… she had every right to be mad, even more so now….

Gohan felt him leave, and now he could feel Pan's anger flow with him…. He really did not think Trunks fixed anything… and what he suspected that transpired in that room was any indication, he would have to call on Trunks and remind him of his manners….

He sighed, though, because he really did not want to find out the truth of the energy that slipped out…. Not Pan, not with Trunks, not now not this soon…

Gohan would not intrude on her… but he would know eventually… Pan could not hide the fact that her hormones would change after having sex for the first time. He would know it… then he would kill Trunks…. Well hurt him a lot….