Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan oops ( Chapter 8 )

The Things We Do

Saiyan Oops!

(a/n don't freak if you don't like this coupling, it is means to an ends, enjoy the ride)

Trunks stopped in the kitchen, poured him a cup of coffee, and then proceeded to grab his eggs and bacon. Pam had been the only person up that early; he always appreciated breakfast either by her hands or his mother's bots. Rarely, did Bra get up and make her pancakes at 6 AM. Trunks needed to make up for what time he lost yesterday. He would go in early, take care of what he left off and be off early enough to come home and spar with Pan. He drafted a note to his mother explaining that Pan needed new uniforms. He warned that she was not to confront Pan about the girls. Trunks wanted to be the one to handle that volatile situation. He worried that his mom would become too involved; he didn't want her taking any undue risks. Her safety, her humanity, her fragility, she could die; Trunks would never risk her. He wanted to handle any problems that Pan was facing. She had her plans; and she was carrying them out. Perhaps he would take some time off to keep an eye on Pan and get his mother to cover for him and keep her out of trouble.

Pan, he wasn't sure what her plan was, but he knew she was hunting. Trunks was mostly convinced that she was disposing of those men. She enticed them, played the part, and then left them for dead. There had been too many reports. Trunks had assumed they were killing each other off, he doubted if she was killing them perhaps just leaving them incapacitated. Her cover was that of a stripper; perhaps indentured dancer, just like so many girls before. Time was running out, she would become a common denominator; they would find her out. Pan would be forced to escape or take the whole joint down. She didn't want him to know, she didn't want him to stop her, and he could tell he could feel it. Trunks was sure on this, she was too cool. Little Pan would've told him, this Pan was extracting revenge. She showed no outward sign of worry or conscience. No one was that good of an actor. He recognized in her what he saw and knew about himself.

Trunks would've been correct in his assumptions, except Pan wanted more than to just incapacitate them. She wanted their energy. Her hunger grew with each conquest. Pan had no qualms about taking them out, but their life force was too much of an aphrodisiac. As she flew to have a `chat' with Yamucha, she thought of sparring with Trunks, which was only the thing that came close to that feeling. She wondered what it would feel like to have pure energy form someone like Trunks. Would it curb her appetite? Would it set her on fire? She didn't know and had never tried it with any of the Saiyans or their friends. That was when her plan completely unfolded for Yamucha. Pan knew what she wanted from him; it was more then the punishment of being a tattle-tale, she wanted a taste of his energy. Unconsciously, she chose to entice him to punish him with her outfit. But now she would take it to the limit.

She felt calm when she reached his little apartment. It was ironic that months before, approaching any male in a sexual manner had been intimidating. Even when her mother was alive, she felt weird, but her instincts would take over. With her mother she never made sexual advances and went right for the attack. Now, she had to entice them to her to get them alone. She was learning a lot about feminine wiles. It made her feel empowered. Pan pulled out her compact form her back pack. She checked her ponytail and her makeup. Her appearance was acceptable to Bra's specs. Pan wondered why she never thought of doing this sooner. She had a multitude of powerful friends from which she could tryout. Each one had a weakness. She accepted the challenge, and would give it a try. If anything she would learn more about how to infiltrate deeper into the Yakuza without just killing everyone. The hunt was just to her liking. First was Yamucha. She knocked on his door.

Yamucha answered the door. He opened it to see a vision out of a fantasy. This one was crazy. He hadn't even asked for this. Pan didn't hesitate; she put her hand on Yamucha's chest and pushed him back into his apartment. He could only gag on his tongue, not even able to protest. Pan looked him up and down, wondering if he would put up a fight.” You interfered with my business Yamucha. I could have missed an opportunity yesterday. It's lucky for you that Trunks was too shocked to act.” Pan licked her lips and continued, “I think it might be really lucky for you that I've decided to do some training. I'm gonna need all the training I can get and I'm gonna start with you.”

Yamucha swallowed deeply. He had no idea what Pan was talking about, but being a Saiyan and her wanting to train usually meant sparring. However, he wasn't sure if he could give her much of a lesson in that department. Then again his body was reacting to hers in a way, which almost convinced him that sparring in a traditional sense was not what was in store. Pan was enjoying his nervousness. He always acted like he was so suave, a lady-killer. Pan reached out and grabbed both his arms and held him very tightly. He yelped his surprise. She reached up bringing her lips close to his ear, “I think you might like this.”

He instantly went rigid, fully aware that this was not going to be a fight. Pan consensus change, feel his excitement. Really she had needed to even dress up, but it had tricked Trunks. Yamucha might have been surprised, but he enjoyed the attention. However, this was someone that was more than just off-limits.

“Kami!” he expelled. Knowing that he would not participate, that whatever she had in mind he would just be stoic and tough it out. He seriously doubted he would succeed but he would try.

Pan hadn't had to face someone who wasn't willing. His body was reacting, but he wasn't. “You know you like this,” she kissed down his face, darting her tongue and licked his lips.

“No, yes, no I can't, are you trying to punish me?” He wondered if she was just trying to get him off guard, she was succeeding.

“Now, Yamucha, why would I punish you for tattling on me? I was doing some important work at that club” she kissed down his throat, loving the feeling of the energy he was giving off.

“Work?” he snickered. “Yeah, dancing around a pole is great work for a close family friend, daughter of Sayian-man. How could you even think of doing that?” Yamucha tried to put force into that.

“Ah, see Yamucha, I was working but not like you think. I was working on eliminating some bad element. You could say that I am working undercover. You know of the Yakuza?” she asked. She was going to clear this up and find out if this close family friend was a part of this group. She continued to touch Yamucha, her hands opening his shirt and pulling it off him as she explained herself.

“Yakuza? Hell no! I just went to that club to relax and see some ass!” he explained quickly. He didn't even care why she continued seduce him. He was only thinking of saving face. She was turning him on so many levels he wondered how he could even keep up with her explanations.

She had removed his shirt as he talked. Pan was moving her hands down his stomach. She was pleased to see that even in his older age Yamucha still had a nicely chiseled body, for a human. She was sure that his energy was going to be delicious. She spun him around and took a look at his back and only noticed the small tattoo near his shoulder. It looked like a cursive B. Other than that he had no other markings except for a few scar lines.

Yamucha closed his eyes again as he felt her hands explore his back, and wondered if he could just stand there and keep taking what she was doing. Maybe he should put up a fight. Do the correct thing. However, another level of desire burned through him. This was sexual torture that he never had to deal with, and he loved it.

Pan slid her hands under his waistband, powered up and ripped his jeans off.

“Hey!” He yelped.

Yamucha was completely naked. Pan got a good look at his backside, not a single marking of tattoos. He was not a member of the Yakuza. Pan didn't have to take him out. She was happy for that, and now she was intrigued. Pan grasped both cheeks, and gave it a little squeeze. She could barely hear a little moan, she smirked. She reached her hand around the front and grasped his cock. With another moan, Yamucha bowed his head giving up saying the word, `no.'

As soon as he realized he wasn't going to fight her, he stood taller leaned his head back further and went with it. Just like a male, Pan thought. She wanted him powered up, he was capable, and she was sure. “Yamucha, how strong are you? Can you power up? I want to feel how much of a man you are.” She whispered she gave his back butterfly kisses and gently stroked him.

“Uh,” he managed out. She was defiantly getting what she wanted. He couldn't help himself, she was only asking for him to power-up; so like a Saiyan to want that. A small voice echoed this sentiment, however, for different reasons.

He began to pull up his energy, she felt him grow larger and her hand, Ki radiated around him. She licked where she had been kissing; she could taste his energy. She snuck around the front of him, kneeling before him, and tasting the pre-cum. He could only moan.

He opened his eyes, and looked down and saw a sight he never dreamed of. This had become Pan's ritual. This gave her the power, all men loved this. He bucked his hips, his first breakdown of his stoic stance.

“Fuck it!” He said, he put both hands on her head and gently encouraged every bob, every stoke.

Bulma had gotten up early. The coffee was made in Trunks that are left for the day. She saw a large note pasted to the refrigerator, and after she had a sip of coffee and a drag of her cigarette she read it out loud. Pan needed new uniforms, something in her told her to get to the school and just buy them so Pan would have them. She needed to be more a part of her life, Pan needed her mom. Bulma would be a substitute. She had been through too much, that child needed everyone.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Briefs, but Pan Son, doesn't go here anymore. She graduated she tested out.” The schools vice principle informed Bulma.

“I don't understand she went to school today”, pleaded Bulma.

“Pan ha has tested out; she no longer goes to school here, not since December 1.” Mr. Shinto stuttered.

The vice principal walked Bulma out to her car. Explaining that her son, Trunks, signed all the papers; he had agreed to let Pan test out of high school. Now that Pan had finished, she could pretty much do what she wanted. He'd wished her well knowing that her high scores would get her into any college. Pan had been an exceptional student.

Bulma was sitting in her car not sure how she got there. She began to think, Pan had completed school. Trunks had seen her at that club. Pan was working full-time on this case. She was after the Yakuza. Trunks did not have time for this. She needed to talk to her; she had to find Pan now.

Bulma called Bra; she would send Goten to locate his niece. There was no way she would let Trunks get mixed up in this, not at that club twice in one week. She was pretty sure that that was where Pan was.

Bra was quick to get Goten out of the house, and an emergency with Pan would do the trick. She was worried and grateful at the same time. Goten was to fly and meet Bulma.

Bulma explained quickly, “Goten, I need you to do me a favor, I need you to locate Pan very quickly. She's not going to be where you expect her and I need you to be discreet. She's working on a very important mission; it won't seem like it but trust me it won't seem like it is. You understand?”

“I… I think so. Why is Pan on a mission?” Goten asked.

“She's trying out Ki suppressors.” Bulma thought of at the top of her head. It was true that she was working on this, but why Pan was using it at the strip club she had no idea. Hopefully it would dupe Goten into doing this work for her. She couldn't be seen at that club she was too well known.

Goten shook his head, he understood, well not really; but Pan had helped before on new gadgets. Perhaps it was safer for him then Bulma to go get Pan. He agreed, closed his eyes, and then opened them. “If her Ki is suppressed how can I locate her?”

“Oh, it doesn't suppress her Ki; it suppresses your enemies.” Bulma thought very quickly, that idea seemed very plausible and had decided to add that feature to the actual gadget.

Goten closed his eyes, felt outwards and located Pan. She was near Mount Paozu. “I got her, she's in Metro West I'll be back, and do you want me to meet you at home?”

“Yeah.” Bulma answered. Pan was not at the club. She wasn't sure where she had sent Goten. But she would wait at home.

Pan was impressed how Yamucha energy had helped keep the man in such shape. He had to be at least 60. But he looked much younger. He also was not so much under her control. Yes he was enjoying being sucked off, but he wasn't oblivious especially being powered up. She pulled off his cock and looked up at him and gave him a sultry look.

He looked down, she hadn't let go of him and stroked him. He had a choice, would he let her continue of would he take over? He wanted to cum and all notions of this being wrong had left a while ago. “Pan, you want this?” he asked.

Pan stood. This was just what she needed to learn to deal with. Not everyone was going to fall under her control over a blow job. She didn't know if it was in her to go further to complete her task. She should have struck him sooner if she wanted to take his energy like the others. She needed to learn how to do something different if she didn't just want to kill everyone outright. Death would not give her their energy. Death was not a choice here. Pan reached up and kissed Yamucha. He was a good kisser she mused, though she hadn't kissed so many before, she hadn't needed to.

Yamucha took her kiss as a yes to his question. He grabbed Pan up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom. It was not as though he had ever had any desire to bed the little minx, and his fear had been stripped away by hormones, he was not a selfish lover. Pan broke from his mouth, “I want your energy.” She explained.

Yamucha was not use to that request, but she had asked before for him to power up. HE was known for his Ki manipulation. Pan knew this. He had trained with her on that very thing, showing her the Wolf Fist maneuver. He didn't know how that would work here, but like before he reasoned that it must be a Saiyan thing. His energy swirled and Pan could feel the power grow.

Yamucha was over Pan kissing her and trying to maneuver her panties off her. He ached to be sheathed in her tight body, feel her tighten around him. Pan had to strike before she got more than she bargained for. She would not be able to go for his femoral vein like she usually did. Pan had to choose quickly before she had to succumb to him. She wondered if she should have sparred with him.

Yamucha pulled form her mouth and quickly pulled her spanks from her. Pan knew she had no time left; however, Yamucha didn't impale her virgin body but returned her favor.

“Oh. Kami.” She said aloud. This had never happened before. All those time she masturbated and thought of blood and lust, never prepared her for this. Sex was more of an idea. It was easier to be abstract and then attack then it was to imagine really being involved. Most of her fantasies where she was over taken were not with this Z fighter. She reasoned that it was ok to use her skills to put down those at the club. How was she going to get what she wanted when this was good too? Pan was not supposed to enjoy this; she was supposed to get energy from him.

She wouldn't fail her plan. She hated to stop the feeling but her hunger was not abated. Her fight was internal. She could taste his power. She pushed her hands down her torso and pulled away form him. How had she let herself get caught up? Yamucha looked at her trying to see if she had changed her mind. He would not force her in any way.

Pan moved away and was on her knees; Yamucha sat back on his bed and waited.

“I want your energy.” She explained.

“Take it.” He complied and powered his harnessed energy into the wolf fist.

Before Yamucha could send a Ki blast at the Saiyan she grabbed his arm and bit into his wrist. Her Ki increased as it manipulated his charged Ki. The drain reminded Yamucha of the time the Android 19 had taken his force. Pan could see a look cross his face and for a moment was sorry she had not made him cum as she took his energy. She grabbed at his cock that had stared to become lucid, and gently stroked it.

Yamucha began to understand what Pan had intended. Yamucha could feel his energy flow into her mouth, and knew that she wanted him to have both experiences. He now understood the “blow your mind” reference when he had heard about the new girl at the club. IT was crazy because it felt good. She was not hurting him, though he felt light headed. The initial shock though hadn't brought back his hard- on and gave Pan an apologetic smile as he lay on the bed. She had grabbed her other hand to his arm to keep it in place. He watched as she took his blood and Ki from him, “Pan, you could have just asked me for this. Didn't you like me licking your hot puss?” he asked not convinced that she didn't like it.

Pan stopped what she was doing. She was feeling full. His energy was so better, yet so different than any of the others. For the moment she was satiated. Yamucha's arm lay limp at his side. He continued to talk to her as she looked for her spanks.

“Tell me you liked it?” he asked sounding like he needed her reassurance. He sounded drunk.

Pan found her spanks slid them on and then scooted up next to Yamucha. He sighed like a happy man.

“Mr. Yamucha…” she began

He laughed, “So now I am Mr. Yamucha eh? At least you didn't call me uncle; I would be really creeped out.”

“Gomen, I am sorry, but I was, well I hadn't wanted to tell you anything. But I needed to learn a few things. I don't think I am ready for this.” She said. Timidness was beyond them now.

“Ha-ha, Pan I am ready to pass out. I can't feel my arm. You've done this before; you have literally blown their minds? I am no push over. Not all men are young guns... fast to blow their load.” He told her.

“Yeah, I was surprised to find that out, I guess I did learn something after all.”

“Any time” he replied. Hoping he would get a chance to teach her something else.

“Uh, I think I better go.” She began to get off the bed. She needed to think about all of this.

“Pan answer my question.” He pleaded.

Pan looked at him laying there, knowing he would soon go to sleep. She was slightly surprised to see he was still awake.

“Which one?” she asked back to him.

“Did you like the favor returned?” he questioned a smile on his lips and his eyes shutting closed for a final time.

“It was more than I imagined. I just couldn't… I liked it very much, too much. I just wanted your energy more.” She had finally been truthful to someone other than her mother.

“Well I have to sleep, don't let him kill me?” he asked.

“Who?” she asked back to him.

“Trunks.”

Pan reached over him and kissed his forehead, “goodnight.”

Pan left by the front door. She blasted away from Yamucha's house, expelling the energy that she had gained. Noting that that was not how she intended to end that. However, she felt so great. His raw energy had given her a boost. It was so different from the mere humans. For a moment she felt alive, and satisfied and happy. Yamucha was really a nice old coot. She wondered if that memory would fade. Shit she had almost had sec with a dirty old man. She laughed. No guilt. Consensual acts did have its benefits; maybe she wasn't a monster.

Pan was flying to her parent's house when Goten intercepted her. He looked her over and commented, “Bulma needs to see you right away.”

Pan debated whether she should fly away our go with him. She decided to outrun him and go back to Capsule. Pan powered up, with every intention to burn off all the grime, all the energy, and all the scent of Yamucha. Sorry that she couldn't hold onto that. The day was going to be long.