Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Private Fire ❯ The Private Fire ( Chapter 1 )

Pan goes into heat unexpectedly, and Gohan has to figure out what to do.  PWP smut.  Just crept into my head.

A/N:  I like unusual pairings, and this is one.  P/Gh.  Incest involved, so don't read if you don't like.  This will be short-about two chapters.

DISCLAIMER:  I don't own DBZ or anyone else for that matter…

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A low growl escaped his throat.  He had told her not to wear those jeans.  She never listened to him anymore.  Gone was the sweet girl that used to wrap her arms around his legs for attention.  Gone was the bright smile she reserved only for him.  Now she was an increasingly reserved and somewhat sullen teenager who trained incessantly and studied for fun. 

But even with the mood swings, she was still Pan. 

Still his little girl.

"Pan, will you go inside and change please?  How many times do I have to talk to you about those ridiculous jeans?"Pan snorted at her father and stomped inside.  Since she had been getting older, he was becoming more of an annoyance, constantly telling her what she could and couldn't do.  Shoot, it wasn't like she needed to worry about anything.  Her grandfather was the strongest fighter in the world, and she could do her own Kamehama attacks if she needed to.  And that was all besides the fact that as a demi-Saiyan, she was stronger than everyone else on the planet save for other demi-Saiyans and the last two Saiyan men in existence, Goku and Vegeta.  She was stronger than everyone except them and…her father.

Gohan sighed heavily as she went inside.  Vegeta had told him that puberty was rough, and that Saiyan puberty in particular was none too easy.  For some reason, he didn't remember puberty being that rough on him, but then again, her spent most of it far away from civilization with a giant green Namek who couldn't get upset if you literally sat there and broke his antenna.  OK, that was a bit far, but not by much.

But it seemed to be the War of the Worlds in his house, with he and Videl on one side and Pan on the other.  Or more accurately, Videl on one side, Pan on the other, and he as the referee.

"Is this any better?!"

Pan had quickly escaped to her room and came back with a pair of long jeans covering her legs.  They were tight and low, showing off the curve of her flat belly and the sculpted hips and thighs that she had gained over the past year.  Gohan noticed that at some time in the recent past his little girl had grown into a woman, and he was the last to know…  Pan cleared her throat and Gohan snapped out of his reverie.  How long had he been staring at her?

"No Pan, those jeans are too tight.  Don't you have anything else?"

"No, for Kami's sake!  If I did, I would have put it on so that I wouldn't have to sit here arguing with you!"

Gohan winced at her tone even as he noticed the way her chest heaved in indignation.  She wasn't yet as top-heavy as Videl, but he could tell that she was on her way.  The firm globes of her pert breasts strained against her top and he could make out the outline of firm nipples through the flimsy material.

"Pan…"

Pan wanted out of the house and she wanted it now.  To hell with all of these rules!  She had felt hot and smothered all day, and her body ached for reasons that were completely beyond her since she had'nt trained at all for the past day or so.  In fact, she was supposed to go and cajole Trunks into training with her today, if her idiot of a father would just MOVE!

Pan sighed heavily.  She didn't really mean all of that-it was just…whatever she was going through.  She had started to go through this beginning sometime last year, and at first she thought she was sick.  So she had kept it to herself and tried to just tough it out.  But each month it got worse until she finally broke down and told Bra about it.  Bra had told her that she had had the same feelings too until…until she had sex.  And although she wouldn't tell her who it was with, since the guy was still alive and well, she figured it had to be one of their close-knit group.  It wouldn't be Grandpa-he was just too…something or other…to do that with Bra.  Goten?  Possibly, but she didn't think that he would be able to look Vegeta in the eye if he did.  She knew it wasn't her father, since he was in the house with her whenever Bra was in heat, which only left Trunks and Vegeta as possible candidates.  And considering how possessive Vegeta was of her…

"I suppose you look OK.  I'll see you later, honey."

Gohan placed a sweet kiss on Pan's forehead that shot electricity throughout her body.  She probably shouldn't think of her father in that way, and the human part of her squealed in disgust. But the Saiyan part…the Saiyan part drank in the smooth ripple of muscles in her father's chest, his taut abs, his bulging muscles…other bulging things…

Gohan's voice trailed off as a part of him kicked in to overdrive.  He was close enough to Pan to get a good whiff of her scent-fresh and clean like a mountain stream in the middle of spring.  But it was the musky undercurrent that caught him…

Oh my God, Pan's in heat!

"Well, OK Dad.  See you after school!"

Pan forced a smile on her face and turned to leave.  Her father's musk had bled into her consciousness and was clouding her brain.  Best for her to get away while she still could.

She sighed as she started her short flight to school.  This was going to be a long day…

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What was he going to do?  Could he trust leaving her at Capsule Corp?  While he trusted Bulma and her science, he certainly didn't trust the two lusty Saiyan men that she was surrounded by.  He didn't trust that one of them wouldn't happen to "accidentally" get locked in the same room as his precious little girl and begin doing unspeakable things…

Gohan growled low in his throat, eliciting a startled gasp from the whispy college student who had come up to him after class for some extra help.  She had a crush on him, as did most of his femalr students.  Normally, he would have been flattered and tried his best to "help" her with her homework as she stared at him aimlessly, but today he was flushed, tired, and worried to death that the other Saiyan men would pick up on the scent of his innocent daughter before the moon rose that night.

"Yes, well what is it?!"  He snapped, nearly causing the girl to urinate on herself.

"I-I just w-wanted to askf if you could spare a m-moment to talk about next week's h-homework, if you d-don't mind Professor Son…"

He was really very sorry that he had scared the girl so thoroughly, but today of all days, he didn't have time for the nonsense.

"Not right now.  Come to my office hours if you have questions."

Gohan didn't even wait for her response as he gathered his belongings in two strong arms and abruptly left the classroom.  His class ended at 1:10, giving him two hours before Pan got home.  Only two hours to figure out what he was going to do and plan and prepare.

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