Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Trunks Lemonade ( Chapter 13 )

Trunks finds true Bliss

By Trynia Merin

Lemon Future Trunks/OC

M for mature het sex scenes between people who are of consenting age. Nobody under 17 reads this ok?

Bliss is my character. Toriyama created DBZ, I didn't. I mean no harm to the series. This is fan fiction.

 

Trunks lavender hair plastered to his skin. He felt the burning heat of the woman in his arms in feverish stark contrast to the chills radiating all over his body. Bliss wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped his bottom lip lightly. He tried to kiss her, but she pulled her lip away and began to nibble down to the pulse of his neck. Letting loose a small groan, Trunks felt a lance of fire shoot through his entire body to end up in his groin. How could a simple contact to his neck cause such desire?

 

Against her hip he felt himself harden. While she was not the first female he had ever been with, he felt that Marron was far different in comparison. She was perky, shapely and blonde. Her breasts were small and perky, fitting easily into his shaky hands. But Bliss seemed far more solid and every inch more a woman then he could have imagined. For starters she was almost Trunks height, able to look him directly in the eyes. He was surprised to see that something wet had uncurled and fallen to stream down her back.

 

"Your hair," he whispered, glancing down the column of her smooth marble neck. She rubbed her prominent angular nose along the edge of his ear, seizing the lobe to suck and nip. He hissed between his teeth at the feel of sharp fangs biting and breaking the skin.

 

"It was a wig," Bliss whispered into his ear. "I did not wish to cut my real hair off."

 

"It's like mine, how is that possible?" he asked. "I mean you said you were Saiyan."

 

"Half Saiyan, like you, Trunks," she whispered. "My mother was an Idsarjin pleasure slave."

 

"You're just like me then," Trunks said reverently, hugging her close to his body. Gently he set her on the bed, and sat down so his hip touched hers. Beneath her body she felt the pool of chlorinated wetness from their damp suits. Glancing up at him she held her hand to caress his cheek with the back of her palm. Trunks saw the gold aura flickering over her, chi rising.

 

At the same time he saw steam misting off her to evaporate into nothingness. Trunks chuckled deeply in his throat. Blue ki, the same frequency as Vegeta's surged and crackled over his form at that moment. Bliss inhaled sharply at the feel of his power buzzing against hers. In moments his moist hair was dry, slightly fluffed and frizzy.

 

"Ugh," he mumbled, running his hand through it.

 

"You look like a shaggy dog," she teased him. Trunks fingered the long coiled braid at the base of her neck that had been tucked up under the brief blonde wig. Indeed the texture of her hair was slightly stiffer then his but not nearly as stiff as Vegeta's or Goku's was. Under the blonde he swore he could see streaks of black here and there. The hair closest to her scalp felt stiffer.

 

"Does your hair grow like mine?" he asked.

 

"It stops growing at this length, like Saiyan hair. But it's the wrong color. But since I'm half blooded, it's expected. Most male half bloods retain the darker hair though," she said fingering the soft silkiness of his.

 

"Weird. Gohan's hair was sort of like yours is," he marveled. "He's the only other half Saiyan I knew."

 

"Young Gohan?"

 

"No, my sensei," Trunks whispered, running his hand from her braid to drop it playfully across her breasts. He delicately ran his fingers over the jagged scar on her midriff. Bliss felt shivers at his light touch. Her lovers had always been heavy handed, but this male had the refined nature of a prince. Considering he was the son of the Prince of All Saiyans, he too was royalty.

 

"That feels so good," Bliss whispered. Trunks heard the soft vibration of the purr in her throat. To his surprise her lips parted and he saw the sharp fangs of her canine teeth, much like those of his father's or other full-blooded Saiyans. He had no basis of comparison he realized soberly. Save what Gohan had told him?

 

"Gohan and I were the last of our kind, where I came from," Trunks found himself confession. He lowered his lips to kiss the column of her throat. She felt him lean over her, and massaged the muscles of his chest. A light down of lavender hair dusted his body, and she wondered if he was all lavender in the places that were not revealed. Unlike Saiyan males he had abundant body hair.

 

Trunks mischievously dragged his tongue over her jugular. The response was electric, for Bliss almost threw him off as she arched her back and cried out. "Ahhhh!" she yowled, her whole body shaking.

 

"Damn, that must be a special spot for Saiyans," he whispered. "There's so much I didn't know…"

 

"Just above the jugular vein, closest to the skin," she nodded, whimpering with the surging flood of fire tingling her nerves. Trunks heard crackling and sensed her ki suddenly skyrocketing. His blue eyes deepened and widened with the flickering aura that suddenly radiated from her skin. It bathed him in a white glow, and he felt the urge to center his own.

 

Bliss bared her teeth and nipped at his ear. Trunks nuzzled her earlobe, trying to remember how she had showed him was 'Saiyan' lovemaking. "I've never been with someone human… I mean…" she blurted out.

 

"I know what you mean. I've never been with a… a Saiyan before," he whispered.

 

"Show me what they do on your planet, and I'll show you anything different you need to know," Bliss winked up at him. Trunks grin spread across his face and he felt himself again harden at the thought. He lowered himself towards her, and climbed into the bed alongside her. Lying side by side, Trunks and bliss caressed one another's bodies. He lowered his lips to claim her reddened ones, eager to taste the unique flavor that drove him wild. Past her tongue his danced, stroking over her canines, and feeling his own blood from the sharpness.

 

"Oww," he mumbled, but felt Bliss lightly lapping up the blood.

 

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

 

"Don't be. I'll get used to it," he said. Already his tongue was healing, and he felt the taste of her blood on his palate because he realized his own teeth were sharp too.

 

"Your blood is so sweet," she panted, feeling the mingling with hers. "I am yours, if you wish it."

 

"I want you," he whispered. "I'm going… crazy…"

 

It suddenly felt as if he would explode his heart was thumping so fast. Trunks groaned as he felt Bliss' hands tracing down to the hem of his boxer shorts. He reached around her and untied the straps of her top. She helped him peel it back, revealing smooth soft breasts. Underneath was strong muscle, and Trunks could not help but admire them. His hands brushed lightly over the nipples causing them to stud out. He could not resist cupping them in his hands and giving them a light squeeze. Warm and soft they were, with weight and substance that he could not equate to anything else. Would they have the same spicy taste as the skin on her neck? Lavender hair tickled Bliss skin as Trunks leaned down and caught one nipple between his teeth. She lay back, wrapping her arm around his neck and holding him in place.

 

"Yes, taste me," she whispered, urging him along. Trunks growled softly in his throat. He felt the blood rushing to his groin, and wanted badly to straddle those hips so he could feel the pressure of his inner thighs on them. Press his blood-engorged package to that flat firm stomach. Still the other breast needed his attention, and he eagerly rolled the left out nipple to match what he did with his mouth.

 

Bliss raked her fingernails along his muscular biceps. It amazed her how compact and muscular he was? Just like his father, the Prince. Those baggy pants and jacket hid his marvelous angles, and now he was hers to explore. She was happy when Trunks lifted his head, and swung his muscular thigh to sit on her hips. With a satisfied grunt Trunks straddled her and rested his weight on her pelvis. She sighed and smiled up at him, rubbing the outsides of his thighs with her hands lightly to encourage him. Atop her stomach she felt the searing warmth of his manhood begging for attention.

 

He reached down and squeezed her breasts with his callused fingers. Rolling the nipples and pinching them, alternating with surrounding the entire breasts with his hands to feel their full weight. Kneading them like choice fruit and seeing the light sharp pants she gave as she closed her eyes. A light tingling zap flickered over his senses, and he felt her lifting her hips to rub her belly against his erection. Against the seams of his shorts it pulsed, greatly wishing to be known for what it was.

 

Her hands busied themselves with kneading his thighs like Trunks was doing to her breasts. They held an endless fascination to him, and he was having the time of his life while leaning down to cover her mouth with his. She moaned and heaved, struggling to reach any part of him she could. Longing to feel her beneath him Trunks lay down on top of her, wrapping one arm around her neck. He settled his erection to lightly lay in the groove of her legs slightly parting for him.

 

Bliss sighed with joy; threading fingers through his hair and widening her legs so he could rock against her womanhood. His heat pushed against hers through the cloth of their swimsuits. Against his pecs he felt her breasts lightly pressed, tickling and tingling as every hair stood up on his neck. Bliss lightly traced her tongue over his jugular, and then seized the delicate skin. He grunted, lowering his face to the crook of her neck as well. Up and down she bucked her hips, hoping he would free her from the confines of the suit and plunge into her so she could satiate the burning ache.

 

"I need you," she gasped.

 

"I… am I going too fast?" he whispered.

 

"You must take me now. It is your right to do so. Saiyan males are very dominant. I need you to take me… please," she pleaded. Under4 his chest she heaved in heavy pants. His musk filled her nostrils, burning them with its heaviness.

 

"I want to look at you first," Trunks whispered. He raised himself off her, and then moved back to sit on her knees. She raised her hips, and he slid his hands up and down her open thighs. Sliding his thumbs under the band, he tugged them down. Bliss gasped with relief to feel cold air on her burning femininity. To his shock he saw no hair below. It was odd, for he lightly slid his hands up and probed at her exposed mound. She opened her legs, knees bent for him to see what she offered. As she had been told and taught.

 

"That's something else," he murmured, reaching with his fingers as he lowered his face to see her moisture. Bliss was not ashamed to show her body to him, and he felt that whatever he did would please her. It astonished him to see her laying there so submissively, waiting for his next move. Inside his mind he remembered his Father telling him that Saiyan ways were different. Swallowing hard, he slid a finger inside to rub and probe, hoping to find the clitoris the same as he had remembered the times he had been with Marron.

 

She gasped at the touch of his fingers on the hidden nub. Trunks leaned in slightly, a grunt escaping his lips as he added a second, then a third. To spread her and feel the wetness oozing down his fingers. Sweet scents overwhelmed him, hitting him full force with a wooziness and haze tingling his perceptions. For a moment it felt like being intoxicated. Bliss panted, moaning his name as she opened herself and lay at his mercy. He bent over to kiss her belly, then down the path to taste her on his own lips. Bliss arched her back, forcing her pelvis into his chin so he could properly taste and smell together. Taking the cue, he cupped her buttocks and squeezed as he had done on her breasts. He drank in the unique taste like honey, lapping up every drop while rubbing her satin soft skin. Her loud cries mingled with a loud rumbling purr that was partly a growl.

 

"Yes, please! Tell me I please you," Bliss pleaded.

 

"You're sweet. Damn you taste good," Trunks blurted out. He released her hips, licking the residuals of her moisture off her fingers. She shivered and shook, arching and sighing with joy. He let her tremble; marveling that he had caused her an orgasm without needing to fumble about.

 

Bliss moaned and turned over, revealing her flanks to him. Trunks blinked, then wondered if she was expecting him to take her like this? Revealed to him was the fuzzy circular shape of what had been her tail. He paused, wondering if she wanted him. She knelt slightly raising her buttocks, burying her face in the soft pillow. Waiting, waiting for him to take what she so freely offered.

 

"Please take me," she panted. "Why do you hesitate?"

 

"I…" he whispered. "Don't you want to play with me?"

 

"I need you," she pleaded.

 

He heard the raw need, coupled with the pleading tone. As if she was crying out for him, and if he did not suddenly plunge into her that moment that she would be heartbroken. Raw need pounded his pants, and he struggled out of them. Her whole body trembled, and he smelled tears of frustration leaking from her eyes.

 

"I ache for you. I am yours. Don't hesitate to take what is given for your pleasure," Bliss repeated, her voice cracking with a sob. "Don't you want me, Trunks? Or have I displeased you?"

 

"Bliss," he sighed. Burning desire overwhelmed him, and Trunks tore off his swimsuit. The instant she heard the ripping, she relaxed. Trunks saw her stop trembling, almost letting go of the tension and giving a sigh of relief. A soft moan followed when he grasped her hips, and moved forwards. Hard and needy, his erection stood begging for him to plunge into her white flanks. While human culture would have told him it was a male fantasy, his sense of courtesy was holding him back.

 

Yet this was the Saiyan way. She would not understand his way. Biting his lips, trunks closed the distance, and sighed with relief as he thrust himself inside.

 

"Oh yes," she sighed, thrusting her bottom against him.

 

"Mmm," he groaned, feeling his length embraced by a soft and welcoming core. Like she was embracing him in a way he had longed for but never known. For a moment he lay over her, loving how her rump felt against his flat abdomen. He thrust experimentally to push his way firmly in, feeling her buck and move along with him.

 

"Thank you, you feel so good inside me," she purred.

 

Trunks felt his tension release, and a smile came over his face. He rocked back, then thrust forwards. Emboldened, he cradled her hips in his hands, then increased his pace. Bliss automatically lifted her knees and spread herself wider, making it easier for him to get deeper inside. His tip glided through the tight welcome it received, sending waves of crackling intensity up towards the base of his spine. Trunks felt her lurching harder downwards, spurring him into loud gasping shoves. Harder and harder she drove him, and he followed, knowing the savage need which he was sating.

 

"Damn you feel so good Bliss. Come for me, give it to me!" he growled. Reaching around under he felt for her breasts. Matching the pace of his stabs he grabbed and squeezed to hold onto her heaving body. Her tail scar ground against his pecs and six pack, increasing her desires tenfold. If she had her tail it would be wrapped around his waist, as his would be wit hers. A rapid burst and Trunks felt his orgasm thunder forwards to quench the fire burning inside. Each wave of his seed was embraced in a series of clenching spasms, milking him dry.

 

It was fast, furious, and exhausting, but he felt his head spinning. For a second was white-hot bliss, and then he lay down across her, sweat sticking his body to hers. Bliss moved under him, stretching and sighing as she murmured his name. Trunks kissed the nape of her neck, laying on top of the woman he had claimed and enjoying how she felt under him.

 

He found himself clamping on the back of her neck with his teeth. Bliss felt his fangs penetrate the scruff just to the left of her long braid. All the tension evaporated, along with the flow of her blood into Trunks lips. Sweet thick iron crossed his palate and he drank eagerly of the flavor. As he rested, he licked the mark clean, and felt her shimmying slightly.

 

To his surprise and slight embarrassment he found blood again rushing south. With a pant, Trunks lifted himself up and rubbed her back. "More?" he asked softly.

 

"More," she whispered. He pulled out of her, and backed away. Bliss turned over and looked at him with a forlorn face. Her copper eyes gleamed with what were almost tears, and he felt his stomach drop at the vulnerable look.

 

"I want to show you what it's like for a human to make love," he cooed, moving forwards and drawing her to straddle his knees. Before she could protest he seized the back of her head, and shoved his lips over hers in a hungry kiss. Not used to having her lover face her, Bliss shivered with shock and mingled delight. Especially since his penis was lightly rubbing along her womanhood from straddling his thighs.

 

He pulled back with a mischievous smirk on his face. Angular eyes narrowed in a suspiciously Saiyan expression, and she relaxed with a toothy grin of her own. Slight movements of his hips under hers teased more dew from her folds, and she grinned with pleasure. She whispered, "You're not done with me?"

 

"Let me make love to you, human style. You're just so beautiful, and I want again, so no complaints huh? I mean you ARE mine to do with as I please, right?" he asked, seizing her face in one hand. He added a low growl for emphasis and Bliss nodded, swallowing hard with joy.

 

"I'm yours, Trunks," she nodded. Lightly she nipped his ear, and then worked her way down to his throat. He was surprised when she set her teeth into the ball of his shoulder and nipped.

 

"Ahhh," he gasped, stabbing up. Bliss latched onto his shoulder, her fangs sinking in. Eagerly she drank his blood, lapping with her slightly sandpapery tongue. Was it his imagination or did he see faint stripes if he looked in the afternoon light on her skin?

 

Then a realization dawned in the back of his mind. He became aware of something unfolding like the petals of a flower. Closing his eyes, Trunks let the tendrils brush, and welcomed what he knew would come. Father had mentioned this might be a possibility, and he was not going to reject someone who needed love and comfort as badly as he wanted to give. What he could not or dare not give his mother he could offer to Bliss. To protect her and guide her as a male would.

 

"I am Saiyan, and Idsarjin," she whispered. "Females learn at a young age to please their lovers."

 

"Do Idsarjin mate for life?"

 

"Only when we've learned the skills to please the one who has chosen us. Few of us bond for life. It is seen as limiting. Only Idsarjin royalty do so. We live to serve and please, and our males rarely fail to please us. My mother Lacta was my father's favorite."

 

"But Father said Saiyans mate for life," he murmured.

 

"Only if they are marked over the love spot. You and I are lovers. But only if you choose me as yours," he said. Trunks nodded, knowing his father had said there was a trial period. Mating for life would mean he would give her a child. If she carried he would be hers.

 

"I don't get it," he murmured, and tucked the thought away as he made love to Bliss. She sighed as he pressed her into the bed, then turned over so she could rock to her hearts content atop him.

 

Later, Trunks felt Bliss lightly kneading along his spine. He turned over and folded her in his arms. She eagerly tasted his tongue sliding past her lips to claim hers. Arms around one another they felt their bodies merge. Trunks tangled his legs in hers, and she lightly rocked up and down one muscular thigh with renewed desire.

 

Did he love her, Trunks wondered? They only had known one another for a day or so. Yet so great was their mutual need that they found solace in their love. Bliss had found someone who comprehended her and accepted her. Trunks had found female companionship with a true peer that he could not hurt. Nevertheless as Bliss stroked fingers through his lavender hair, he was disconcerted with the thought that such new love would be endangered by the Androids. Still he did not wish to guess what would happen next. All he wanted now was to bring happiness to a kindred spirit and take what she freely offered. So both would feel love's warmth even if separated eventually by death. Trunks knew his parents created him in a moment of passion, but his father's life was snuffed out long before the significance of their feelings could be known. He did not want Bliss to face uncomfortable questions.

 

"You are mine," he whispered to Bliss in Saiyan.

 

She whispered back, "Mine as well."