Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Private Fire ❯ Stoked passion ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Without further ado…

Chpt 2: Stoked passion

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It was perfect. Pan would stay with her grandparents. It was plausible. OK, so it was a school night, but they would understand, his mother being married to a full-blooded Saiyan and all. And he was quite certain that his father had a little bit better control over himself than to fuck his own granddaughter. Considering how much time they spent together alone hunting dragonballs and other adventure, Goku may even be immune to Pan's scent, which would be an added bonus to everything. That, and he'd kill both Vegeta and Trunks if they even thought about touching his precious chibi.

So that settled it. Gohan began preparing dinner, humming to himself in happiness as the solution to his problem waved happily in the air. All she has to do is come home, she'll eat, and then she'll be on her way…

Videl wouldn't be home tonight-she generally spent the full moon with 18, saying that Gohan got enough sex already, and that being fucked until she was raw just was not her idea of fun. He couldn't blame her, really. Even when he was exerting control, he had on several occasions pounded his wife into unconsciousness and one time broke her ribs when he got a little too enthusiastic. And it was impossible to speak with him during the full moon-not a shred of humanity existed as he heard the animalistic whoosh of blood pound through his ears. During the nights of the full moon, Gohan was not one to be played with. He knew that he could quite literally fuck his own mother…

Gohan frowned, looking at the time. Everything was set and ready-he had dinner all prepared, but it was 4:00 and Pan still hadn't gotten home yet.

One thing he didn't prepare for-the mind of a sixteen-year old girl.

Three hours later, Gohan heard the sound of a car door closing as Pan climbed out and said goodbye to her mystery friend. She hadn't meant to stay out so long, but her notes from last week's bio class were dismal, and she needed to understand what the heck was going on in the class before their final next week. She could have asked her dad, but considering how things were going for them at that moment, she decided it would be safer for her to just ask a classmate. A certain very handsome classmate. Pan blushed slightly as she neared the front door, thinking about how close they had sat in the library, him nearly breathing down her neck as he explained the principles of osmosis. The light tingling that she had been feeling all day turned into an all-out fire and she had to physically bite her lip to keep from jumping on the hapless boy and ravishing him right there on the desk. But then he moved away, and as quickly as the sensation came, it passed, leaving her a confused and slightly dizzy mess. But he had been very nice and asked her out on a date as he dropped her home, shyly kissing her on the cheek as she got out of his car. Pan flushed from thinking about it.

Maybe I'll get my first boyfriend…

Pan turned the knob to their humble townhouse and walked inside. The house was dark and foreboding, and for a moment Pan felt the chill of fear skate down her back. There was not a sound or light that emanated from anywhere, clothing the place in a dark shroud of darkened silence. She briefly registered her dinner sitting on the table, cold and untouched where her father had left it. A groan escaped her lips as she slunk down a little. I'm really being a brat…look at all the trouble he went through for me…

"Dad?"

Tonight was the night of the full moon, and Pan knew the routine. Mom would be home in the morning, she would go upstairs to watch tv, and Dad would be sealed in his room all night, trying to muffle his groans as he pleasured himself into oblivion. Pan had often felt very sorry for Gohan on those occasions. Although she didn't want to hear her mother's cries of pain any more than her father's animal cries of need, he seemed so…lonely, so vulnerable on those nights when her mother wasn't there and he needed her most. For more than once in her life, Pan found herself wishing that her mother was Saiyan and would be able to withstand full-on Saiyan lust…

Pan dropped her schoolbag on the couch and scooted over to the kitchen to heat up her food and grab something to drink from the refrigerator. She needed to hurry herself, because she had a feeling that starting today she would need to be locked in her own room handling her own "problems" as discreetly as possible.

She was halfway to the kitchen table when she stopped, every nerve in her body clamping still as marble as she registered heavy breathing coming from somewhere…

"…dad?…"

Somewhere, the human part of Gohan registered his daughter's voice and made to soothe the now frightened child, but that part was rapidly receding as the beast inside him saw a smooth Saiyan woman in her prime stretched out like a cat in front of his hungry gaze. He was too far gone for his plan to work-normally at this time he would be saying his goodbyes to his wife and making his way upstairs to seal himself in his room. Actually, he had sealed himself in his room, but the seven pits of hell couldn't keep him away when he caught the delectable scent of a Saiyan woman in heat. Then he had torn out of his bed so fast, it was almost as if he had used his father's Instant Transmission technique to stand in the living room, stalking his prey.

"…d-daddy?…"

A low, feral growl hit Pan in her heart as she realized that her father was indeed there, and that he was…hunting her. Pan had seen this once on the Discovery channel where the baby gazelle were tense and knew that something was dreadfully wrong, but they didn't know what until they were pounced upon by the skillful lioness. Then their small family went down a gazelle and Pan had bawled her eyes out onto her father's shoulder about the injustice of it all…the same father who was now looking like he was the lion and she was the gazelle…

OK Pan, get it together, you can do this…

"…Dad, I'm s-sorry I'm late…I, um, got caught up studying…I'm just going to grab my food and eat upstairs…you don't have to worry about me…I'll be fine…"

Pan made a slow step towards her food and then wished she hadn't.

Thick, muscled arms were around her in an instant, the hot, heavy scent of musk enveloping her as her father held her in a crushing embrace flush against his chest. He was growling possessively and Pan quaked-she had never heard him make those sounds before.

"…DADDY!…"

Gohan didn't respond, but sank his fangs deep into the column of flesh at Pan's neck. She screamed in shock more than in pain, but began powering up and kicking the being behind her. Gohan sank his fangs lower, nicking bone, and Pan powered down, defeated. He didn't even have to power up to beat me, she thought miserably.

Gohan screamed silently in contentment as he lapped up the ruby drops from the wound he had created. Instinct told him to hunt, capture, and mark, and the female had done well to give chase, fight, and submit. She was a good and proper bitch and he would enjoy this immensely.

Between the blood loss and the effects of her own heat Pan began to feel both light-headed and lethargic at once.

This is wrong, she though muzzily as she turned slowly in her captor's arms to grab needy lips in a deep and passionate kiss. He tasted like cinnamon-dark and bitter, but alluring just the same. The cinnamon of hot cocoa and warmth. The cinnamon of bark and bite. Pan's legs wrapped around Gohan, hugging him close as his body responded to her touch, flexing and engulfing her in a crushing embrace. Their tongues dueled restlessly-his seeking dominance and hers curving in submission. Whether instinctive or not, they belonged together-the curves of his chest and the arch of her back working in complete synchrony like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

"…Gohan…"

Gohan's hard chest, exposed in his open shirt, pressed again against Pan's hardened nipples and she gazed with awe and wonder at the tanned flesh that opened to her vision. She traced a bulging pectoral with the pad of her thumb, eliciting a low growl from the man before her, before she firmly grabbed the shirt and ripped it cleanly in two.

There were no words to say-the female had taken the lead and now a thoroughly lust-driven Gohan would reestablish his role. Snarling with rage, he made quick work of the tank top and jeans, ripping them to careless shreds that were cast over the living room sofa. Her signature head tie went next, as did the socks and shoes as he scooped her into a single arm to wrest her remaining garments off of the supple flesh he desperately desired.

"…ummm…"
Her moan of desire was sending him over the edge, and their bodies and lips crashed in heat and passion as the moon reached its crest in the sky. His pants were irritating him, and in a surprising display of control, he incinerated them with a simple ki blast. Now it was Pan's turn to growl.

He was there. Naked and hungry.

And she was waiting.

Taking in the smooth oceans of muscle and the bronzed skin, Pan subconsciously rubbed her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

Bra…panties…off..them…now…

At least, that's what floated in her mind as she watched her father advance, a wild, almost evil light glow in his eyes as a smirk slowly rose on his face…a very Vegeta-like smirk…

She growled reflexively, her body rising in the air even as her arousal grew-not knowing what she was doing, but not caring anyway.

Chase. Fight. Submit.

The chase was on.

Pan broke, whirling round the kitchen and straight upstairs, Gohan heavy on her heels. She could smell fresh air…from where? Her nose took her in the direction of her room and she flew clear outside and into the waiting night, nearly falling from the sky from the intense burning that claimed her as the moonlight hit her skin. Gohan caught her, openly growling and nipping her mark with his teeth in reprimand as he scouted a suitable location and lowered her on the soft grass of a smooth clearing. No sooner had her back touched the ground than she let go a large ki blast, throwing him to the other end of the field and he retaliated with a controlled ki lash that smacked her directly between the eyes.

The world twirled crazily as he rounded on her and she let loose a hard right hook that caught him squarely in the face. He only smiled, that prince-like smirk back on his face, and she punched again, harder. Crossing his arms in defiance, Pan hit him again, and again, and again, until she realized that she would never be able to so much as dent him and leaned heavily into his chest in tired submission.

Gohan howled in triumph and pain-the moon was slowly climbing to its zenith and his need was present and acute, pressing painfully into the air rather into the warm body before him. No longer able to restrain himself with games and foreplay, the Saiyan abruptly swept Pan's leg's from underneath her and pinned her with his body, yanking her bra and panties up and away from her trembling flesh.

"Mine…"

She felt, rather than heard his claim, her body trembling from the dark undercurrents of his voice and the rough leather sound of his native tongue. Pan arched hesitantly into Gohan's heat as he lavished her neck and chest with small bites and kisses, causing her to explode in indescribable waves of ecstasy that looped and spiraled in tight circles in her body. She needed…something…and she knew that the heavy flesh between her father's legs would get her there.

"MORE!"

She screamed in desire, not caring that she sounded like a plaintive child, or worse, like a disobedient pet, which both irritated and soothed the lust driven Saiyan above her.

The sound of her piercing voice, her unstated challenge was the last straw for the beast within Gohan. With a sharp, angry movement, the demi-Saiyan wrenched Pan's thighs apart and powered up as he drove straight into her tight, virginal body.

"AAAAAA!"

For a second, the human side of Pan wrenched forward in pain wanting to go away and hide from the white-hot agony that coursed through her. Dammit, if she had known it would be this painful…

But…

She was half-Saiyan, too.

Alright girlie…time for the real woman to take charge…

Pan gleefully let her beast take control of the situation as Gohan rammed into her body at SS1 and slowly increased to SS2 in his bliss. Her screams turned to moans, and then finally melted into snarls as she locked her legs over his hips and pulled in deep, catching Gohan off balance. Pan powered up herself, actually surpassing him as she flipped their golden forms over, pinning him with solid thighs and began to ride him into oblivion.

"urgh!"

Gohan couldn't move, couldn't breathe as the wildcat on top of him with the swirling golden mass of tresses flexed her inner muscles and pinned him with solid thighs.

No! I am dominant!

But she had other plans as he felt himself crest with her wild bucking and spill violently, scalding Pan's insides with hot, sticky seed. But he was back within moments, flipping her onto her hands and knees and entering her sharply to ram her mercilessly from behind until she could only pant for breath, and he felt her inner muscles clench and seize on his turgid manhood. Gohan didn't give her time to rest as he pulled out of her slowly and rubbed her clitoris in smooth, deep circles to enter the higher hole, holding her still as he rocked forward slowly and gently at first and then roughly and violently to her screams of pain and pleasure.

The eldest Son was harder and lasted longer than he ever had in his life, and he would look back on the night and only guess that it was the female pheromone that Pan emitted that had him act that way. Either way, they rutted in a lust-filled haze until the moon was only a faded reminder of the night and the sun peeked over the treetops on their two sweaty, essence and fluid-covered bodies.

Pan rested comfortably beside her father, one leg thrown carelessly between his and an arm grazing his chest. That was…incredible…She wouldn't be able to walk-at least not for a few hours. Gohan, for his part, felt as if he had been through a battle with Buu in close quarters, his body covered with welts and scratches from Pan's passion all night. There was no way he'd be able to explain all of this to Videl, which meant that he was going to need a cover story…and more than a little help from the place he liked it least-the Prince of all Saiyans.

Pan stirred, the motion tickling his loins. Damn, I thought this would be over by now…

"Dad…you bit me…"

Gohan sighed. He knew. This would complicate things.

"Yes, sweetheart."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you are part of me from now on."

"Wasn't I part of you before?"

"Not in that way."

Pan blushed slightly as comprehension dawned on her.

"But then how come Mom doesn't have a bite mark on her?"

"Because I never bit your mom, Pan."

"Why not?"

"I don't…really know. I love her, but it didn't seem right…I guess I was waiting for you…"

Pan went silent at that, trying to understand what would happen next.

"I'll tell you what will happen next. You will go to school and go to college and you will cover up that mark while you do it. Nothing can happen right now. You're too young for anything to happen even if you wanted it to…"

"Oh…" Pan couldn't help the led weight that dropped in her stomach as he said those words. Even if she wanted them to…

"…or if I wanted it to…"

Wait? Did he just read my mind?

Gohan smirked, deciding that this crazy night might have had more that just a few perks in terms of understanding the psyche of a teenage girl. Now he could safely keep an eye on his daughter-at least for the next few years until he could figure out what to do. She was his mate-period and end of discussion. But he would need time for the legal issues, the property issues, the moving to a new city and town so that they could live in peace. Gohan shifted closer to Pan's gentle warmth, wrapping strong arms around her frail frame. He needed time to plan things just right for when he and Pan could finally truly be together. But until then, he would cherish these stolen moments under the moonlit night.

Pan stirred again, and he could feel his length harden in response. She moaned as he entered her, still hot and ready for her tight body. Yes, he would cherish the moments and make it a point to stroke and flame and tease his woman to untold heights of bliss under the midnight sky with his soft kisses, molten sighs, and gentle caresses that would forever stoke their own hushed and private fire.

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A/N: OK, that's it! I have Vegeta and Trunks running amok in my mind, so it's up to you guys. Tell me what you thought of this chapter and let me know if I should continue with a true Saiyan soap opera (for a few chappies, anyway). Thanks for reading!