Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Random Lemon Collection. ❯ Trunks and Pan ( Chapter 4 )

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Random Lemons…Chapter Four: Trunks and Pan!!!!!!!!!!

Written by Lady Valtaya

Pan stood in front of Bra's full-length mirror nervously staring at her reflection. “Bra, how do I let you talk me into these things?”

“You look fabulous, and you need to relax.” The blue haired girl giggled from across the room. Bra studied her handiwork with a critical eye. Pan looked really beautiful, wearing that long dress of sheer purple silk and matching heels. The gown clung to her emphasizing her lean hips, long legs and was carefully styled and gathered to make her breasts appear larger. Her long dark hair was gathered into an elegant bundle of silky curls that framed her face. Bra had chosen bold colors for her make-up to accentuate her delicate features and her soft dark eyes. But there was something missing…

“I don't know anything about going to a fancy restaurant… and what am I going to talk about with Trunks and a bunch of his business associates?”

“Relax Pan, my brother doesn't even want to go either, but my mom is sick and my dad would rather die than entertain without her to entertain him. She would go if she could, but the doctor forbade her to get out of bed.”

Pan tried not to laugh picturing Vegeta dressed in a tux, sitting at the Palace without his mate… but when Bra mentioned her mother's condition, she grew very serious. No one really knew what was wrong with Bulma, but she had been very sick to her stomach and finally collapsed in her lab a few days ago. The doctors were baffled, but her symptoms had vanished as suddenly as they had appeared, and while Bulma insisted that she was fine, Pan could tell that no one was going to take any chances with her. Especially Vegeta, he tried not to show it, but he was the one who had found her in the lab, and went no farther from her side than out to his gravity room, where he stayed sometimes long into the night, rarely eating, and working so hard that even Pan and the others had started to worry about him.

“My brother's the CEO, but mom is still the one who likes to entertain potential clients and associates. They came all the way from North City. The dinner can't be cancelled. And this deal is some type of a merger. Capsule Corp has been looking for a company to share the workload of producing its robotics capsules for ages, and these guys might be perfect. I can't believe Lita would cancel on my brother that way.”

“I can't believe Trunks would go out with a girl like Lita in the first place.” Pan growled venomously.

“He's a guy… no worse; he's half Saiyan, raised by my parents… Exactly what guys do we know that wouldn't want to go out with a girl that takes off her clothes for money? Even the guys who aren't part Saiyan are still plenty interested in her, you know.”

Pan threw a pillow at her. “Bra! Sometimes I just don't know about you, sometimes. It doesn't bother you at all that Trunks is dating a stripper?”

“When she's actually with Trunks she's pretty nice and she really seems to like him… as for her profession… well that sounds like fun to me.”

Pan scowled and rolled her eyes. Being rich and beautiful, Bra tended to get bored easily, she always had, but now that she was bonded with Goten, Pan had hoped that the Saiyan princess would settle down. Pan couldn't help but feel a little jealous Bra was so at ease with her good looks and her sensuality. She was confident and elegant her parents had taught her to accept her Saiyan instincts and her humanity. Wherever they went, Bra was the first one that men noticed, and while she was a terrible flirt, Bra never let it interfere in their conversations, or let it detour her from shopping. As they'd gotten older, Bra was getting almost an animal magnetism, there was just something about her… and when she walked into a room or a store, it was not uncommon to see men and women stop to watch her walk by. Pan sighed, it was due to their Saiyan nature, after all, Vegeta had that power as well, and so did Trunks. Bra had grown up with it and never seemed to give it any thought at all, but Pan knew she liked that sort of attention, even though she never said it.

Just then, the front door slammed and Bra giggled. “Good luck, go get him.”

“Bra?” Trunks called. “Sorry I'm running a little late. Did you find me a date for that stupid dinner thing?”

“We're in here!”

“You didn't tell him?” Pan growled, throwing a punch at her, but Bra giggled and rolled out of the way.

“Come on sis, I don't have time to play around who… Pan?” Trunks stopped dead in his tracks and in mid sentence at the door to his sister's room. He had to catch his breath, he had never imagined his friend looking so beautiful… so ladylike or so grown up. But there were still nine years in between them… He glared at Bra, who just flopped onto her bed in a fit of giggling. “Have fun, guys!”

Pan was nervous again, Trunks didn't seem happy to see her. In fact, not since he and Amber broke up at their engagement party had she seen him this pissed. Pan bit her lip and smoothed her gown hoping that tonight went well. She took a deep breath, as she followed Trunks out to his capsule car and waited for him to say something.

Trunks tugged on his tuxedo coat, and tried to ignore the fact that he was about to go to a very important business dinner with a girl he had known since the day she was born… in fact, he remembered sitting at the hospital playing with Goten when the nurse finally told Gohan that he had a daughter. Of course, Pan had changed a lot since that night, but still had the same chocolate brown eyes and silky black hair. He knew better than to leave it to his sister to find him a date, but since he'd been stuck in meetings since 7:30 this morning, he'd been left with no choice.

Lita's cancellation puzzled him, but hadn't really hurt his feelings. The striking red head was sexy, beautiful and interesting company, but he didn't love her. He sighed, and glanced at Pan. Damn it Bra… leave it to you to make such a sweet girl look so damn womanly, and why did it have to turn him on to see her looking so beautiful? They were just going as friends. “Uh, look Pan. I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to this on such short notice. I really appreciate it… I've just had a really long day. And my little brat sister didn't tell me it was you… err never mind… You look nice. Are you ready?”

Pan sighed, and nodded, getting into the car. Four hours of trying on gowns, two hours to perm and style her hair and another hour and a half for make-up and she looked nice? She grumbled a thank you and tried not to let the silence between them bother her.

It was hopeless. Trunks was always more stubborn than Goten, and Bra was pretty damn irresistible, even Pan had to admit it. Bra was sexy, pretty and devilishly charming when she wanted to be, all the things that Pan knew she wasn't, Goten was bound to fall for Bra sooner or later. Trunks could have any woman he wanted, why had she been dumb enough to think he'd ever be interested in a tomboy like her?

“I told Bra she should've asked Marron.” Pan growled.

“You don't have to come, if you don't want to.”

“You could at least act like you care one way or the other. I have spent the last seven and a half hours getting ready for this and have you even actually looked at me?”

“I said you look nice, didn't I?”

“Yeah, thanks,” She grunted, and sat back in the seat, looking away from him.

“What's the matter?” He sighed. “I'm sorry I've had a really long day too. I spent the last twelve hours in board meetings with these people's lawyers and now I have to take them to dinner and pretend I don't want to blast something.”

Putting it that way made her grin in spite of her hurt feelings. “If we make it through this, I say Bra owes us big time. She didn't tell me that she hadn't told you I was your date tonight.”

“She knew if she told me I'd say no. She's such a little witch sometimes.”

“No, she's a conniving little witch all the time, but she really does love you, Trunks.” Pan heard herself say, but what she wanted to say was `I love you'. They had been through so much together… but now more than ever it seemed he would never see her as anything but a friend, his little sister's best friend, and the daughter of one of his best friends. They had spent almost all their lives as friends, and even gone after the Dragonballs in space. But while her feelings for him had grown into love, he was still convinced she was too young.

“Well I don't know how I'll do tonight, but I know you'll do fine. You really do look… fantastic. Just don't tell your dad I said that.”

“Thanks.” Pan knew she was blushing like an idiot, but she couldn't help it. “I don't think I've ever seen you in a tux before, you look… really nice too.”

“Hmmm, so that's all I get?” Trunks teased his blue eyes mischievous.

Pan blushed again, and smacked his arm with the back of her hand. “Ok, you look… very handsome.”

“No, you were right the first time… I need a shower and to wash my hair.”

“No, you look perfect to me…”

“Well, thank you. There it is, are you ready? Ready to be bored out of your mind that is?”

The five star hotel/restaurant was everything Pan had ever dreamed of, everything was overlaid in gold and the doorman greeted Trunks by his family name. He seemed a bit surprised to see her on his arm, but had finally smiled and opened the door for them. Once inside, there was an elegant lobby and an indoor golden fountain. The floors were marble and so were the walls, huge columns of marble rose four stories to the glittering gold ceiling, and Trunks stood there smirking as he let her get used to the sights of the lobby. Pan blushed as she realized she was staring at everything. “Wow, it's so beautiful.”

Trunks chuckled. “Yes, you are.”

Pan blushed and looked away. A waiter in an elegant suit beckoned for Trunks, and he reluctantly let go of her. She smiled and watched the people coming and going. Pan had never seen so many beautiful people dressed so elegantly. It was like a dream, or a fairy tale, and she was right in the middle of it. Trunks returned quickly and took her arm following the waiter casually; seemingly oblivious to all of the well dressed, attractive people watching them. Pan was really getting nervous again, but finally they reached their table.

They were invited to sit down with three other couples, an older gentleman and his surprisingly young wife, and a pair of couples who looked about Trunks' age. Their dates were friendly and pretty, and entirely too interested in Trunks for Pan's liking. They were introduced, as the Astor's, the elder, was the head of the family, and his grandsons, and their fiancés. Trunks apologized for the absence of his parents, and introduced her as a longtime friend. Pan sighed. Her attention wandered throughout dinner, while she tried to be polite and friendly, she soon found her patience wearing thin. She had never been so relieved to leave such a beautiful place.

“Thank Kami that's over.” Pan groaned, as they waved the Astors off at the bottom of the hotel steps.

“I'm sorry, I knew you'd be bored, but I didn't think that his grandsons would be bringing such airheads as dates.”

“It wasn't so bad.” Pan yawned. “The food was wonderful, and that was the prettiest restaurant I've ever seen… were those forks really gold?”

“Well, I thought you did quite well, your first time in a place like that. You didn't spill anything and you didn't yawn at all.”

Pan giggled as they walked outside. “In spite of how long it took to get ready and Bra's little scheme… I have to tell you, I really had fun. I feel silly saying this… but I feel like a princess.”

Trunks smiled, and took her hand and watched the moonlight cast silver highlights in her glossy black curls. “Well, you definitely look like one.”

She blushed and looked at the lake across the street from the Palace restaurant. “But appearances can be deceiving, can't they?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I'm good enough to take to a fancy dinner, but just as a friend?”

“Pan, I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to call you.”

“I suppose you could've tried calling me chopped liver.” Pan snapped, turning away from him angrily. “I know I'm not an exotic dancer like Lita or as gorgeous as your sister, but you don't have any right to tease me. One moment you tell me how pretty I look, the next I'm just a friend? Damn it, Trunks you know how I…”

The next thing Pan knew she was trapped in his arms, and locked in a kiss that was both playful and erotic. His body was hot, even through his tux and she could feel his strength in every fiber of his body pressed against hers. Caught off guard and having wanted this moment for so long, Pan could only wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back. Her surrender was absolute and it almost proved their undoing, she held him tight, her hands sinking lower, instinctively finding his tail spot, even through his clothes he felt the agonizing jolt of pleasure, and he was purring even as he let her go.

“You are beautiful, Pan. Any man would be a fool not to notice it. But…”

Pan didn't give him a chance to say anything else, as she grabbed him and kissed him again. This time it was passionate and very demanding, and much too short for Trunks' liking. Pan pulled away first this time, and gave him a wounded look. “Don't you feel it Trunks? Or are you really that dense? You and I were made for each other. Maybe our parents object just because they saw it even before I did? That's the way it sounded to me, after what Vegeta said when he was done threatening Goten if he didn't make Bra happy. I have always been the one you came to when you and those stupid little pieces of fluff you always end up dating break up. I know when you're upset; damn it, and you sense it for me too… We've both tried dating other people and yet the attraction between us, just keeps getting stronger! At this rate we're going to wake up in bed together before you admit that you feel just as much as I do.”

Beneath the silver moon, Pan looked startlingly beautiful, and when she dropped her gaze, Trunks felt a deep ache in his heart. Why did she lack confidence? It wasn't right that she should have such doubts about herself or that she should feel his reluctance as a rejection of her. “Pan…”

“Why doesn't it matter to you… why don't you care that I love you?” Unable to hold back her tears, and not wanting him to see her cry, Pan ran away, heading for the beautiful lake. Trunks swore softly, and went after her, he caught up to her easily, since he was flying, and she wasn't. He found her on her knees in the grass, her hands covered her face, her gorgeous dress was torn, but she was still beautiful to him.

Why did she have to be right? Why did they have to love each other? Even now he wanted nothing more than to take her and claim her as his mate, marry her. But it wouldn't be right to take advantage of her. He remembered when he and Goten first learned of Pan and Bra's feelings for them. At first they had laughed, finding it cute, but as time passed, it was getting harder to deny that he felt the same way. Since Bra and Goten's engagement party a month ago he had been avoiding Pan. He knew better than to get too close to her for too long… and yet tonight it couldn't be helped… thanks to his sister.

He touched her shoulder gently, and felt her tear herself away form him. She tried to scramble away, but her long gown kept her trapped. “What will it take to make you love me?”

“Pan… you've always been in my heart. I just haven't ever known how to tell you. There always seemed to be so much between us… Our ages, our parents… I still don't know how to let go of my doubts about those things, Pan but don't ever doubt that I care about you. I feel more for you than I know how to express. Every other woman I've ever been with always found herself compared to you and I didn't want to admit it, but I'm never going to feel for anyone else the way I feel about you.”

“You can't help who you fall in love with, Trunks. Our families just want us to be happy. Don't you know that? Even that arrogant father of yours, I know that I can make you happy… if you let me.”

“Pan…”

“Fine. Don't listen to me, no one else ever does either.” She sighed, defeat showing in her whisper as she struggled to stand up.

She shrieked in surprise as Trunks swept her effortlessly into his arms. When his lips captured hers, it was both tender and passionate, drawing a gasp from her as she slipped her arms around him. “I was listening to you. And now I want you to listen to me. Got it?” She nodded, but remained silent, her eyes a soft, midnight, stared into bottomless pools of blue. “I do love you, Pan, I love every thing about you, your trust, your innocence, your caring heart, brave spirit… I don't want to hurt you. You know my luck with females…”

“Maybe you just needed to find the right one.” She whispered softly against his lips. “Please, Trunks, even if it's just this once, just for tonight, let me try to make you happy.”

The way her body felt against his, the taste of her on his lips and his love for her left him powerless to refuse. He was still not sure this was a good idea, but in a way he sensed that this was bound to happen eventually. He kissed her sweetly, as he carried her home. With his speed it didn't take long to get there, and she pulled him inside quickly, as if afraid that he would change his mind. Trunks was arrogant, seductive and passionate, she could feel it in his kiss, and as he put her on her back on her bed, she gave no resistance. He took his time undressing her, kissing and licking her skin as he slowly exposed it. With each kiss she felt herself loosing all sense of reality, until she was only able to concentrate on the exquisite heat and pleasure.

He released her hair from its elegant style Bra had worked so hard on, and growled at her, mischief shinning in her eyes. Ordinarily these feral sounds that Bra and Trunks seemed to think were parts of normal speech confused Pan, but this time, she giggled her hands sliding up his tightly muscled waist to his chest, where she slipped them into his shirt, and found herself purring as she felt the softness of his skin. It was so warm, as if there was a fire raging beneath it. Wanting more, she moaned as she slipped her hands into his slacks, his whole body was like a work of art, so muscular, richly detailed with sharply defined highlights and shadows, hard muscles and soft, warm skin, growing hotter by the moment.

Pan's boldness surprised him, but pleased him as well. He exposed one of her breasts and nipped it playfully before drawing the delicate pink bud into his mouth and sucking it deeply. She moaned, squirming hard in his arms, one of her hands instinctively drawn to the spot where his tail was supposed to be, the other to the front of his body where she tried to find his manhood. He distracted her by resting some of his weight on her as he continued to ravish her delicate breasts. Her breathing came harder, and her legs opened as if of their own accord. He took advantage of it, by settling between her thighs and peeling some more of the gown off of her body. She was letting him lead now, a sign of her inexperience and he smirked. She would get bolder, but he preferred it this way, at least for now.

Pan felt her body getting hotter, and more desperate for his touch, not really sure what else to do, she let her fingers explore the vast expanses of muscle in his chest and shoulders, as he ran his lips and tongue over her body. He tore the dress off of her when he reached her hips, but her lace panties, he removed carefully. Then trapped her on her back, he licked and nibbled at her now naked body, loving the way she squirmed and moaned as he drew closer to the most sensitive part of her body. She gasped sharply as he settled fully between her thighs, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Softly he parted her velvety soft folds and found himself restraining her as she tried to close her thighs.

“Shh…” Trunks whispered soothingly. “I would never hurt you, Pan. You are safe in my arms.”

She moaned as if to speak, but he felt her relax reluctantly, and he proceeded to very slowly, make love to her with kisses. His hands stroked her body soothingly until he was sure she was relaxed, then, one moved to part her softly again, and his kisses deepened, leaving her powerless to do more than arch her back and bite her lip, trying not to scream as he toyed with her, stroking the delicate bud of her womanhood with his tongue as his fingers entered her, he smirked, as her thighs spread wider, asking him to continue, he had no intention of stopping, he loved the taste of her, and as her moans and movements got more intense, he could tell she was enjoying him.

Finally her erratic motions and sounds became desperate, and she shuddered beneath him, crying out his name franticly. “Please…”

“Please what?” He purred pushing his fingers deep into her, drawing another sharp gasp, as she bucked against him.

“Trunks… I need you. Make love to me.”

“I am…” He chuckled, then licked her again, in a slow, circular motion.

“Please… I need you in me. Now!” She cried, frantically clawing the sheets. She arched her lean, athletic body hard, making him forget about teasing her. He had never seen a more beautiful woman than the one lying in his arms, her small, creamy breasts tipped by raspberry buds, the lean, tightly muscled stomach, and her long shapely legs. Not to mention her lovely face and those sweet lips, still begging him to take her.

He shed his clothes, but was still not in a hurry to take her; he was still unsure of her experience and didn't want to hurt her. He looked over her body and growled softly, leaning forward he kissed a trail from her breasts to her neck, then to her lips, and felt her arms draw him more tightly against her body as her legs slipped around his waist. Her eyes were a deep, midnight black, shinning with passion and desire.

“I love you.” She whispered softly, against his lips. He smirked down at her, pushing partially into her, he was rewarded by a gasp from her, and she kissed him, long and demandingly. Pan kissed him until he wasn't doing but making love to her. She moaned and almost screamed out loud as he thrust into her hard, then did it again, only deeper and harder the next time.

Pan found herself locked in another kiss with him, savoring every moment of their fierce, passionate lovemaking. Over and over Trunks thrust into her, pleasure and love blocking out everything else, until she was sure she couldn't get enough. Her climax was so sudden and so powerful that Trunks wasn't able to hold himself back, and as they lay there spent, he drew her into his arms and playfully nipped her neck.

“I love you too, silly girl. I always have. So… do you suppose it'll be my father or yours that tries to kill me first?”

“Who says we have to tell anyone… until we're ready?” Pan giggled, planting a kiss on his chest, staring out the window at the night sky.