Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Oh My Kami ( Chapter 10 )

The Things We Do

Saiyan Oh My Kami

Bulma set her alarm early. She ate a light dinner and went to bed; grateful that her side of the house was separated by Ki shields. She would be heading up her company again for a time. She was going to get there early tomorrow. Half of her mind was sorry she let Goten and Bra go off while she was left with Trunks and Pan. Bulma's only reassurance was that Trunks' maturity over the years would keep him in check. He handled his duality well; perhaps he can handle Pan's just as well. The other half of her mind was glad she didn't have to answer to anyone else. Goten and Bra had not suffered these pubescent urges. It seemed that Saiyans always seem to `mate' up with ones similar to themselves. She wanted no part of Trunks or Pan. Once in a lifetime had been crazy enough. Though remembering her days with Vegeta caused her to miss him; she had to keep busy. Bulma would not mind getting back at Capsule Corporation for a while. Maybe she would stay at the headquarters suite. She would have less to fret over; leaving it to Trunks and Pan to work it out.

As Bulma was drifting off to sleep, thinking of her Prince, Pan was beginning to stir. Trunks had eaten dinner; but brought a few sandwiches up to his room. He could lower her Ki, but it never sat well to starve a Saiyan. Trunks remembered the few Saiyans he had `played' with; one could and should never deprive them of food. The physiology, as much as he could reason; Ki would regenerate in Saiyans, and each drain would cause the Ki to regenerate stronger. Saiyans would become stronger in two ways: outwardly physically and internal spirituality. Saiyans were lucky they didn't always have to meditate or train to increase these powers; they could be brought to brinks of death; sexual exasperation, or undue stressors. It was amazing how every aspect of life would help his race get stronger. How lucky for them.

She slowly pulled herself into a sitting position. Trunks was a little ways from the bed sitting in a chair. She stretched her limbs, checking for any injury; happy to have feeling again. She wondered if she should feel guilty for deceiving him; however, she remembered what he had begun to do in the GR. She looked down and noticed that she was wearing a large white T-shirt. At least he had the kindness to cover her up. She noticed his solemn look, and wondered if he was sorry for what had happened hours ago. A check of his alarm read 11:45 PM. He brought a tray to her on the bed with a stack of sandwiches. The gesture made her smile. He took the time to make chicken salad, PB&J, and two grilled cheeses. They were her favorites. Guilt she expected came. She hadn't been the most open about what she had been up to; though who would have expected her to be? But he had been trying to make sure that she was being taken care of. She knew he cared for her; she had brought this on them. If he had not cared, what would she have woken up too? However, a memory tickled her mind. Trunks had always had a caring nature to him; especially where she had been concerned. Perhaps she would show him how grateful she was for that?

He paid no mind to her as she ate the sandwiches. Trunks wanted, needed her calm and relaxed. Soon Pan would understand his intentions which were twofold. He wasn't totally sure of all he wanted; but he would start slow and see where it might lead them. One thing he would teach her how to live without taking blood to get KI from someone. Secondly, he was going to let her experience all the ways in which she could increase her KI without taking it at all. Trunks did have one fear and that was not being able to control himself when it came to her. They already sheared too many likes; he was thankful that she had been so much younger than he. He couldn't imagine having her at this stage of life when he had been her age. Their parents might have disowned them. He laughed a little aloud thinking about the havoc they might have created if they were both 18. Hell he still might find that thirteen years might not make a damn bit of difference for him. What would Gohan, Goku and his father come home too?

She was finishing up her snack, and noticed a drink on the table next to him. He saw her looking and he tossed the bottle to her. Pan drank it in once gulp and decided to leave the bed to test her leg strength. She still hadn't begun to feel herself after the razing her gave her.

Trunks hadn't spoken to her as he watched her like a hawk though. Pan headed toward his adjoined bathroom, wondering how he could be so quiet. She felt like a long talk was coming. Too many times he tried to lecture her after they sparred. However, that had been when she was younger. She let her guard drop, because this was a normal way for them, though he had not trained with her since she had been fifteen. At that time her world had begun to take on a different shape. Her dreams began at fifteen and, well it had brought her to where they were now. Then she remembered Yamucha. That had been the first time she had let anyone touch her in that way. It warmed her, but not in an affection way toward him, but of the way she felt when Trunks had grabbed her breasts. What she would have given for him to have been the one this morning. Maybe it could have been if she hadn't run out of the house so early this morning, intent on punishing Yamucha; funny how things work out.

Pan looked at herself in the mirror; trying to see if she looked different. She had no a stitch of makeup, but her skin glowed. That was the genes of a Saiyan. She grabbed his brush from and drawer, and brushed her hair out. She looked down to see if Trunks had a hair band. However, they weren't in the drawers. She opened the cabinet and saw a jar of them... She laughed wondering if he would let his hair grow a little longer; she kind of would like to see it pulled back again. He looked a lot like Vegeta when he did that. Pan noticed behind the jar a few boxes of black hair dye. Wonder why he has these? I have never seen his hair black.

A knock on the bathroom door startled her. She smiled though; she hadn't snooped in is bathroom since her and Bra did years ago.” Ill be right out Trunks.” She hollered out. Quickly, she began to pull her hair back into a ponytail. That was when she noticed two small bruises on her neck. She climbed up on the counter to get a look at them. She touched them and noticed the seemed more like small burn marks. Measuring them to her finger tips, they were just a little bigger than her pointer and middle finger. Hmm, maybe some burns from his last attack. They didn't hurt. She shrugged her shoulder climbed off the counter and left the room.

Trunks was standing just a few feet from the door. He appraised Pan's hair, and noticed that he could see the two marks on her neck. He put a hand up to her.

“I know, I guess that last attack burned me some, but I don't seem to have any ill affects.” She gave him an earnest look. She had prepared herself for their talk she knew was coming.

Trunks hadn't let go of her neck. He just looked at Pan, looking for a clue, for which she appeared to have none. Maybe she wasn't like he had been; she looked as innocent as ever to him. That excited him a little more than it normally would. Time to find out, he thought. Trunks pulled her up to him and began to kiss her.

Pan had a nano second before her brain kicked in; thankful she had none of those awkward blushes that usually happened when a kiss could first began. She couldn't help but think about the heated kisses she initiated earlier that day. She mused because she thought Yamucha knew how to kiss; apparently Trunks knew how to really kiss. I guess we aren't going to talk, she mused. It was perhaps the longest kiss she had ever had.

Trunks had one hand around her neck and the other started to pull up his T-shirt that she was wearing. His Ki soared, then he introverted it; this was a natural progression when Saiyans partook and fraternizing. Even humans would increase their inner Chi, when sexual exchanges occurred. However, he was about to take it to another level.

He sensed her response, she loved every moment. That just confirmed that their attraction had always been there. He broke the kiss pulled the shirt over her had, her lips were swollen from the kiss, her eyes were dilated and he sensed her it own Ki. He grabbed both hands and pulled her toward him and he sat down in his chair. “Pan, show me how you give a lap dance.”

She stared at him astonished. She found no words, was he kidding her now?

Trunks stood up and put his hand back on her neck, placing his pointer and middle finger on the spots that were there; he closed his eyes and she could feel little jolt then a drop of energy. Her eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to give me a lap dance, do you want music?” Trunks pulled out his cell phone, and hit play on his playlist. The music began very low, with a steady beat. He sat back down and gave her a look of anticipation. “Let me explain, you are going to show me everything that you have been doing. We're going to start here in my room, and then we're going to your job and I'm going to watch you there. Now don't give me that look, you are going to do what I ask. You're going to continue to do what I ask until you beg to do what I'm asking you.” He gave her a look that was his family's line patented stare.

“Why?” She breathed out. She felt a little lightheaded, her breathing was slightly labored, and her senses were all over the place.

“Shh, Pan you are wasting your energy. I know you feel like doing this. I don't want to make you. You have been a very naughty girl. So show me how bad you have been.” He cajoled and reprimanded her at the same time. Trunks raised his Ki a little more and was going to start enticing her if she didn't react to his liking.

“You're doing this, how without biting?” She complained, feeling hypnotic but still fighting it. She was scared to show him anything. She didn't want him punishing her. She couldn't even think straight, how could she turn this around on him? He was doing something to her she couldn't even fight.

He sighed, “Blood? Ah Pan we aren't vampires. We have blood lust, yes but that is the love of battle. You're not craving blood, only Ki. The thing is it is part of our libido. Eventually you can use this energy; however, its use is in the conquest not in a fight. Does that make sense?”

“No, I want power; I love the energy drain I love to feel powerful. I am not looking for a conquest.” She told him confused. The music changed tempo and she felt more than just naked.

He stood up again, he put two fingers on her neck, and he pulled a little more energy from her, “see now you feel weaker, but you also feel very drunk. It feels like you would do anything and it wouldn't matter. Am I right?”

“Trunks…” she moaned out his name. She had never felt more vulnerable.

“See Pan it's like a drug. Now I am going to give you back some of my Ki in the same way.” Trunks then sent his KI back into Pan the same way. “Now this should feel like a jolt, like pure ecstasy. Not draining but a rush, however you still feel even more aroused.” He then started to kiss the spot where his fingers had been. Then he moved up her chin and then began to kiss Pan, more fervently than the first time.

Energized now, she kissed him back. Kami she wanted him. Trunks felt her surge and wondered if she would comply now. He really didn't want her limp and doll- like. He had to find that balance so that she would willingly do as he wished, even if he hadn't requested it. That would come later though.

“Now give me my dance.” He sat back down, turned the music up a little louder.

She laughed to herself. Pan had not a thing to be ashamed of. Though she wasn't use to dancing naked in front of customers at the club, But for him, she would allow it. She was too excited from everything to worry. Some things were starting to make sense.

Pan straddled his legs, leaned toward him, and rubbed her breast near his face. Her hands she placed on his thighs as she rocked her ass up and down. She turned around quickly to give him a view of her taught behind. She smiled a smile when she felt his hands lightly cup her cheeks. Trunks then grabbed her waist to turn her back around to him, and then he licked her left nipple. “Oh, yes” she exclaimed, this being a first.

Fuck! He thought this is going to get out of control fast, “Panny is this what you do?”

She tried to control her breathing, he had stopped touching her breast and she felt like he had ripped a piece of her soul away. “No, I am never naked, I don't let them touch me too much.” She cried thoughts of what Yamucha had done burned hot. She so wanted Trunks to do that to her, she needed that memory wiped away. She couldn't tell Trunks that though.

He seemed to like her answer. He flicked his tongue again on her other breast. She thought of how she was going to enjoy this. Then the music stopped. She opened her eyes, slightly let down from the loss of contact. Trunks stood up and then asked her, “When do you take their energy? Do you go into the private rooms?” He growled out the question.

“No! Trunks I don't go in there, I, we go out back, I don't use the rooms. No one sees what happens.”

“You go out back? Like some fucking dog? And what, what do you do Pan?” he wasn't sure why he had gotten so angry. He wasn't sure what he hoped that she did to bite them.

“'I'll show you.” She cried plaintively, she couldn't help but feel sorry for what she had been doing. He somehow was making her feel bad. She was just like him, how could he be mad at her for doing this?

Trunks put his head back and stared at the ceiling. He counted back from ten. He sat back down not to look threatening. Trunks had no cause to be mad at her, except that he was. `Panny, Panny, I, what do you do in back?” he asked again, using a softer voice.

“Stand up” she ordered him. He stood in front of her and she began to undo his pants, grateful they were Gi pants and not his work ones. Prolonging this was killing her on so many levels and she was feeling like she was ablaze inside. It was a very unfamiliar feeling.

Oh my Kami she thought. Trunks was not quite like the other boys. She was trying not to giggle. It must be a Sayian thing she mused. She never tried to watch when Goten and her grandfather would run naked to dive in the outside hot tub at home. Her father was always so modest. The first time she had seen another male's penis was in a book at school. Most images were of small appendages resting in a mass of curly hair. Saiyans were not made that way. Their body hair was scarce, except for their eyebrows and head. And there was nothing small about appendages soft or erect. And Trunks was very erect. She had hoped though to see dark lavender curls. But he was bare. Not quite like Yamucha. Damn she thought she had to stop thinking about that old fucker.

Trunks began to figure out what Pan might have been doing. Though he seriously prayed that she wouldn't bite him there; he couldn't imagine the pain that that would cause. Before he could say anything, Pan grabbed at his base, and licked the underside. He brought his head down to watch her. She held him nicely, pulling on his length and she licked the head. She bobbed back down her hand getting wetter from her saliva.

“Mmmmm.” He said, relishing in her technique.

The loss of control she felt before left; the satisfaction, the thrill, she felt superior again. For the next while she was in charge nothing could take away this moment.

Trunks had not enjoyed a blow-job for a long time. Most couldn't take him; he wondered how long she would give this a go. Pan was a tenacious imp. Fuck he loved this. Trunks was being too tame. He couldn't wait to show her what he would do to get power. Trunks couldn't wait to begin with his kind of hunt, though he should be trying to curb her escapades. He doubted that that would be the first order of business. Even now, he was thinking too much instead of enjoying how well she could take his cock down her throat.

Pan knew Trunks still had complete control. Trunks was enjoying himself but was not going to cum that quickly. He proscribed himself too well. She gave up trying to make him cum at the same time she fed. It would be his loss. She grinned at her humor. The strain of his legs made locating his femoral vein too easy. His musculature was well defined. She took her pointer finger and pulled up her Ki, the small beam of energy burned into his leg. However, the skin remained unblemished. She would have to increase the stream in order to cut through his skin to get to the vein.

“Hey?” he questioned as he looked down to see the small flash of blue.

“Damn Pan don't try to cut my dick off!” She couldn't help but laugh at that,

`How the fuck did that become funny?” he questioned her. She pulled her mouth from him, but continued to stroke his length. “I am not trying to cut anything off. You told me to show you what I did. I am trying too.”

“Crap you cut into their leg?”

“Not usually, I bite them there; I just didn't think it would be easy to break your skin. Normally I would finish by jerking them off and then bite into the femoral. I only used Ki to seal the vein. You are made of tougher stuff then normal guys.

“Okay, Okay stop.” He told her perturbed.

“But Trunks, I thought you wanted me to show you what I do, and then you wanted to see me do it at the club too…” she pouted to him.

He knew that she would be this way. Thank the universe that they hadn't been the same age. He wouldn't have been so sure of himself so long ago with her to keep him in check. “I can't let you bite me in the vein Pan. You are not going to take my blood and my energy. I want you to try not to bite at all.”

“How does that work?” she questioned.

“You use your own Ki to pull back. You have to be able to touch the person, usually in a strong area where Ki is centralized.” He explained best he could. Pan's neck for one had a strong pulse; the femoral was a good place, but not a vein it would have to be the artery there. The neck, the chest, the arms are good places.

“Oh, like Yamucha's wrist; he had centralized his energy into his Wolf Fist, and I bit into his wrist… I could have taken it without biting?” she asked, then realized her mistake.

Trunks dropped the earnest look on his face. He began to burn with a fury that he couldn't even remember the last he felt so enraged. He tried counting backwards, and that was not working to calm his mind. Maybe it wasn't what he was thinking. “Pan, Pan, please tell me that you haven't, tell me that all you did was bite Yamucha. Please Pan tell me that.” He begged her.

The only thing Pan could think have was Yamucha's request, don't let him kill me, and she really didn't want Trunks to kill Yamucha. “Trunks, I went over there to yell at him yesterday. I went over there to see if he was part of the Yakuza. I couldn't help it I wanted his power, I had to have it. I knew it would be stronger than any other…” she pleaded her case trying not to give him play by play of what had occurred. She doubted if she could stop Trunks from killing the old guy.

“So you bit his wrist?” Trunks looked Pan in her eyes needing to see her confirmation.

“I had to see if he was tattooed, that's the best confirmation. I had never seen him without being dressed…. Trunks,” she stumbled over her words.

He looked and saw how scared she was. Maybe she was scared of his anger, or was she scared for Yamucha. He couldn't tell. He knew she would have been mad at Yamucha if that was the reason why Trunks had found out about the Club, perhaps she attacked him? Now she was scared, perhaps because Pan had attacked a friend. Trunks tried counting again. He settled down slightly, but he was still really mad at her, and he was only beginning to understand why. It was not because she was doing this; he didn't realize how he wanted her to be doing this with him; maybe.

Pan was so scared. She had never felt him so angered and hurt. His Ki was no longer an aphrodisiac. And she felt like that little girl when they searched for the Black star dragon balls. Every time she would get into trouble it was like she was killing him. She couldn't let him feel so bad, it was not his fault. Pan couldn't help it, every time she would disappoint him she would throw herself and wrap her arms around him wanting him to know that she didn't mean to do what ever it had been that she had done wrong. She also needed from him what she had been afraid of. She never wanted to tempt the Saiyan. She wasn't sure why that would frighten her; however, fear abated, and was replaced by something she couldn't describe.

Trunks jumped when she threw herself into his arms. This scenario was not what he had in mind when he started this. He had been so afraid that he had lost his connection to her. After the funeral she was so cold. She had deceived him, and lied. She had begun to hunt and feed, throwing herself at men, she was growing up and having all the pangs that a Saiyan could sometimes face. Now she was acting like that little girl that had let her best friend down. Then he remembered how well she sucked his cock, and wondered how the hell she could take him on such a roller coaster. Then he felt her Ki.

“You are fucking good. I'll give you that. You are using our relationship against me Pan. You must really want a taste of my energy. Poor Yamucha, I bet he never had a chance.”

Pan smirked at him. “I can't help it. I do feel bad, I hate disappointing you, but I can't help how I feel now, and what I want.” She explained.

Trunks couldn't regret what he was going to do. He had already come to terms with his actions yesterday. He was right on one point, he couldn't let her have the upper hand until she was under control, and she was dangerous.

Trunks held her to him and he powered up. That was the only option, he had to be physically stronger then her. She was still holding his waist when he went Super Saiyan. He gripped her neck with both hands. Pan looked up to see his turquoise blue eyes. He always looked more like Vegeta with his hair off his face. The natural menacing look of a Super Saiyan still made her feel safe though, even though he held her in a choke hold. If he had not been so inflamed by her actions he might be sorry, as it was, he was not mad, but desperate to control the situation. Pan was too strong too capable for him to let his guard down with her. He pulled her Ki from her. He was not going to blast it out of her this time.

Pan thought that if she had felt drained before it was nothing compared to this. She felt fuzzy, and pliable, but then just when she thought he was going to let her pass out, he began to push Ki energy back inside. It hit so fast, all inhibitions left.

Trunks flew them to his bed before she collapsed on the floor. He quickly dropped out of his Saiyan form and hovered over her on the bed. Trunks kissed her again; it was quick, because her breasts seemed to be more interesting to him. Trunks didn't know if he would tell her how he loved how her breast had developed. Damn, he had watched her grow up; somehow that could give him claim to her.

Pan braced herself, for she wasn't this turned on yesterday, and that almost undid her. She felt the air change even further. Trunks was doing it again, inverting his energy. She let her thoughts go as she inverted hers. He wouldn't control everything. Lesson learned she thought, and then no thoughts remained as he delved his tongue parting her lips.

Her essence and his saliva made her wet, he smiled as he pulled from her, he could feel her disappointment. “Nah” she whimper out.

He quickly kissed her again, not wanting to have protests over anything. Against her lips, he said, “pull your legs up.”

His groin was so close to hers, his she could feel his hardness rest on her stomach. Trunks took his thumb and rubbed down her slit, then positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Trunks pushed in slightly and hesitated. He looked back up to see her eyes closed. Trunks moved forward sliding deeper inside. Then he met up to her face and captured her lips in a kiss; going deeper inside till he had fully sheathed his cock deep inside Pan.

“Oh” she protested against his mouth. His head dropped to her neck as he kept stroking inside her. How he wanted to kiss her but her breast were beckoning him. He caused them to juggle with each thrust. He managed to bite softly on to one. Trunks pulled it up, on an upward thrust. Pan nearly deafened him.

“Shh, baby, love this.” He whispered out.

Baby? Fuck that! Pan squeezed down on his cock, stopping him on his thrust. He looked into her eyes questioning why she stopped silently.

“Don't call me Baby” she seethed.

Trunks powered up, making her fight meaningless, he hadn't transformed but he was close, “okay, bitch love this.” Then he powered up to SSJ.

He pounded harder into a few more times, knowing how much larger he had become.

“Trunks!” she yelled.

He could feel how this was making her wetter, her body was responding to his girth and length.

“Yeah, Panny, fucking cum some more”

“Trunks, you're so big. Damn Trunks!”

“You feel that? You are so tight” he breathed out; deciding to grab a breast again, only lathering it with his tongue.

“Power down, I can't take the heat.” She asked of him between moans and yelling.

He realized that she couldn't match him in transformation, and though he liked the feeling, he lowered down back to normal. She breathed a sigh, but somehow it didn't matter he was still going deep inside her.

“I've... never ... done this Trunks, I Trunks…” Pan's head shaked from side to side.

He had felt how tight her body was, he was taking her to an edge. He knew that she had never gone this far before. He was bound and determined to take her even further.

Pan was closer to falling over that edge, when he pulled away form her; holding her hips he thrusted fast but shallow. His thumb rubbed hard on her hidden clit.

“Ah, Trunks” she yelped and bucked up her hips, causing his manhood to connect deeply inside of her again.

Trunks pulled out completely, Pan emitted a whimper. He could help the smile he felt at her little cries from the loss on contact. He lay on his side and pushed Pan on hers, facing away, “what?” she questioned not knowing what was next.

He parted her legs and from behind reinserted himself. His movements started to twist the sheets, but he would be better able to rub her clit and be deep inside. The intensity of this new position had her panting. She tried hard to keep raising he Ki against his. At her neck he whispered, “Pan keep trying, ba...fuck I wan to call you something, is there anything I can say that won't make you so mad?” he asked he had never had this problem before.

Even in the middle of feeling so damn amazing, he was still concerned for her. How in the world was he ever a lady-killer? Then it hit her… Trunks was considerate, he was amazing and he knew what he was doing to make woman be in ecstasy he was sweet at the same time? But she that pissed her off too, “I don't wan tot be a baby, It makes me think you don't know my name… Trunks you use to call all your girlfriends baby, never by their name…” she bit down on her lip as she said that.

Trunks wanted to stop and reassure her, fuck it to have Panny touch his senses this way. It wasn't his fault; they liked him to call them baby. Pan wasn't no one s baby. But she was messing with his heart now too, “How about bitch? You didn't complain about that.”

Pan rolled her eyes and counted. She charged her Ki and looked over at his wrist that was balancing him in front of her. Trunks was not mindful as he kept thrusting from behind, though he slowed the rubbing of her clit, he was pushing her down on his cock instead.

At a building of energy, knowing she was going to cum she decided what to do. She lunged forward and grabbed on his wrist, biting down.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he felt the pangs of her canines clamping down on his skin, he tried to send energy stream to her so that she wouldn't take his blood into her mouth. They had exchanged too much sexual energy. He powered up his body expelling all the energy he had in him. He was able to pull her from her mouth, he noticed blood in her mouth, but there was not a puncture on his wrist. That's when noticed that she was only locked on him using her technique but not drawing blood. She could pull Ki out by her mouth. The blood was her gums bleeding form his actions.

At SSj2 he knew she would not be able to get close to him with out hurting, so he dropped down. He couldn't tell how hurt she was physically, but he could fix that, he couldn't have her mentally upset. He needed to tell her.

“Pan, Pan, I'm sorry, you cant have my blood. That's what I thought you were doing.”

“You told me not to, you said it would be bad, I knew I didn't have to take blood too. I just thought it was ok.”

“Damn that could make you sick.” he told her

“I use to throw up afterwards.”

“Fuck” he hit his hand on the bed causing it to rattle.

She shied away form him.

“Pan, don't shy away, come one my little bitch…” he smiled.

“I don't know if I like that” she said

“I will think of a better name to call you” he promised her

“Pan, Panny, sweetie, I don't know just not baby.”

“Sweetie?” he asked checking

“I never heard you say it, except to me when I was very little.”

“Okay. Sweetie, I am still very hard and want your pussy, you think I could make love to you some more, we have a lot to do today.” He asked on his smith baritone.

`Pan sat up to look at him, `you're kidding me that's how you want to use it?” she looked at him seriously.

Trunks jumped up and kissed her again,

She giggled at this, her teeth on his lips, and then he pulled back quickly, grabbing his mouth. He rubbed his fingers through his mouth and then pulled his fingers out looking for traces of blood.

“Pan go wash your mouth out” he ordered her.

Pan jumped quickly out the bed, more scared then before.

He had to tell her he reminded himself again. Pan was back and slid back down on the bed. “You're beautiful,” he said without thinking.

This made her blush. He only smiled, “Pan are you all right?” he asked out of concern.

“Yeah I bit my tongue, it stopped bleeding, and can we still kiss?” she asked him earnestly.

“Give it a moment, you will heal very fast. Trunks then touched her neck, he sent a strong beam of energy to her, she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling it gave her.

“Pan, were exchanging too much sexual energy, if we were to exchange blood, we could end up it's a Saiyan thing, its possible it could bind us like blood brothers.

“Blood brothers? Where did that come from?” she asked perplexed by that.

“Not really blood brothers, blood bonded. It's a mating custom. I don't know how binding but my parents, my father spoke of. Its like a form of binding two souls together.” Trunks was trying his best to explain it.

“Trunks I have taken blood form countless men. And I don't have any thing with them; most have been killed off by the Yakuza. It cant be so binding as you say.”

She looked at him hoping that that was not a case. Maybe she was just too human

“I don't know for sure, maybe because you weren't really involved, you said yourself you jerked them off and then bit them. You've never been involved, part of the act? I mean you have never had sex!” his voice hitched when he suggested this reasoning.

“I don't want to hear about any of those me, I'm serious. Anything you do from now I will be there. I wont have you going off doing anything like that without me.” He looked away from her counting again to stop his anger. How many times has she caused him to lose it? He wondered?

“You really want to be with me, you not going to stop me?” she really had to hear this. They didn't seem to be having sex anymore. Though how the were going form sex to talking she wondered if they would ever have a complete orgasm.

“What?” he asked her.

“I asked if you really want to go with me to the club and see what I do with other men. I don't get it.” She asked again.

“Yes I want to be with you, I want to feel you see you, I” he put a hand over his face; “You'll see. I will help you; teach you how to get their Ki without blood, for one thing. Ill show you how to get what you really want. And Yes Pan we are going to complete an orgasm.” He smirked and kissed her again.

The room began to heat up as Pan felt a wave of energy radiate. Trunks was pushing his KI away from him. He latched on to her neck and pulled hers form her too. Then he removed his lips form her neck and kissed her again. She tasted like peppermint toothpaste. Trunks began to pull the Ki energy back into him. Trunks rose up and found her still wet. Trunks had no intention of holding back as he felt closeness to her. She opened up to him. She was pushing herself out to him. She tasted sweet. He kept kissing her, sometimes licking her neck. He was slow and sensuous.

Pan became lost in his lovemaking. She loved how he kept making her feel. Hard or soft he was taking her to places she never could reach through masturbation, or consuming Ki; even sparring was not this euphoric.

He sensed it. He was so close. It had been a while since he had felt this complete. “Sweetie, I am going to cum,” Trunks spoke softly to her.

She was surprised how that affected her. She felt herself fall. “Oh Trunks,”

She could feel him expel. He kissed her hard, his energy nearly spent. He had taken it out of him so that he could rest. He had spent a long time awake and he wanted to rest before they would go out later.

“Trunks, Trunks…” Pan kept repeating his name. She seemed unable to say much. She could feel all her energy dissipating. He was doing that she thought. “Trun….” She never finished.

“Woman...” was the last word she heard. Trunks had wrapped her in his arms, and pulled her to him. Like so many times before this, Kami I need her… then Trunks went to sleep.