Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Tokyo night part Deuce ( Chapter 13 )

The Things We Do

Sayian Tokyo Night and Day

Part Deuce

Pan had only a second to assimilate what she had just heard. Temper that with what she was seeing, only made her excitement grow. Pan held on to Henry's cock and took her turn going down. However, Terry encouraged her, "it's not just about this fine cock, sweetie. Take hold of his jewels and give him something more.” Then Terry showed her with gentle caring how a man loved to have his balls caressed and licked. Pan watched fascinated; Henry reached down to caress Terry's head as Trunks gave his junk attention. Pan decided that she wanted to try to give full pleasure. Trunks and her changed places, and Pan cupped Henry and noticed how sensitive the man's testicles reacted t slightest touch. Pan could take an entire globe in her mouth and rubbed the surface with her tongue.

Trunks increased pressure and speed giving Henry no time to rest as she was brought closer to orgasm. Pan lathered much attention to Henry's jewels, but looked up and licked the underside of his cock her mouth a close to Terry's as possible. Terry pulled off and told Pan, “Finish this cock sweetie.”

Viv had moved down toward Pan and was watching with avid attention. She had taken to rubbing Pan's breast as she gave Henry an amazing blow job. Henry was close and was straining his body,

“Take it in your mouth Pan, but don't swallow it all.” Terry exclaimed.

No sooner she felt the first burst of Henry coming. She tried not to swallow his essence, but some slipped down her throat. Pan pulled off of Henrys and had dribble of his come down her chin. Terry took Pan's face in his hand, and kissed Pan, taking Henry's cum out her mouth, and swallowing his share. Pan looked up at Terry, wondering why he looked so sexy to her. How a man swallowing another man's cum look so hot?

“Trunks,” Pan breathed out heavily. Terry looked back at Pan and kissed her again, forgetting everything and everyone in the room but her.

He wanted to explain to her, but that could wait. The wanton look on her face gave him the satisfaction he had almost hoped for. Pan was not put off by him. If anything she looked like she enjoyed it all, she had let herself go. And not once did she try to take anyone's energy.

The two were locked in a heated embrace, and Henry had redressed. He had begun to help Viv. He smoothed her dress, and her hair. Henry next grabbed Viv's purse, and gave her her compact. Viv artfully powdered her nose and handed Henry her lipstick. Henry expertly began to reapply the ruby red color, careful not tot go beyond the lip line. He then kissed her lips carefully as to blot the color. Henry then handed Viv her Jimmy Choos, and then sat down with Viv as they watched Pan and Terry uninhibitedly began to have sex half on the table in the lounge; their bodies using Ki to maneuver them in close quarter without a bed.

Viv leaned over to Henry and staged whisper, “they are very well matched would you agree?”

“I think you are right, poor Terry has not seemed himself, I would bet a million zeni that this was what he had been waiting for.”

“Its getting hot in here, and I don't mean that in a sexual manner.” Viv warned Henry.

“Did you just see a flash of gold?” Henry asked

Vivian wasted no time in giving out a warning to the couple.

“HEY! TERRY CAREFUL!” She shouted.

Somewhere in the back of his head Trunks heard the name and a warning, he could feel his power surging, and he was not battling, but Ki was swirling. He heard the warning from Viv.

He looked over, opening his eyes to see wherein the voice had come from.

There was Henry and Viv pressed up against the main door.

He couldn't hear her as much as he read her lips, for she had whispered this last statement, “You're flashing gold.”

It took a great amount of control to ease his burn. He calmed down but held Pan firmly on his lap, still inside her. She was not facing the couple Pan's head was buried into Trunks chest.

“”Trunks we must go, we have a little class that we squeezed into; Obedience with Bura. We will see you later maybe at dinner.” Viv and Harry left.

Trunks knew that stopping now was going to be difficult, however, he had almost turned, and the consequences of that were many. Pan was eerily quiet; she was still trying to steady her breathing.

“Hey sweetie, why don't we dress and take this upstairs.” He encourage

Pan was trying to regain her senses. She had almost mindlessly coursed with Trunks, Terry. It had been beyond intense, for he had almost transformed, and neither had the cognizance to notice or care. She extracted herself from his grasp. The Voss bottle had rolled off the table and she reached for it taking a big swig of the water. The dress was easy so slip back on; Pan didn't bother with her panties and bra. As she stuffed them into her backpack the obvious came back to her like a sledge hammer, “What is obeisance with Bura?” she asked.

Trunks had been very quiet himself, but Pan presented him with another conundrum. Bura was not a common name, outside of his family. He wanted to laugh; he had not anticipated that she would be at the Hills, especially hosting a class. Therefore Terry was going to let Pan decided, “Do you want to see or do you want to go upstairs?”

“Upstairs, but can we take a peek?” That is where Henry and Viv were going right?”

“Yeah, but I think they are reserved classes, but we can stop o n our way up.”

Terry wondered if they would make it up. He hoped one peek would give Pan something else to consider, and not cause uproar.

Dressed, and presentable, Trunks led Pan out of the disco, not bothering to look back at the room. He passed a mirror along the wall and noticed how his hair had a lighter look to it. The dye was fading; he had been very close to transforming. He had not brought any with him. He actually didn't care, but he would have to make a decision.

Trunks took them out of the restaurant, passed the first receptionist they had passed on the 14th floor. Down another hall in the main floor, were doors with titles outside. One door was open and it looked just like a conference room.

Pan asked, "where are we going?”

“These are conference room and classrooms. This floor however, the classes offered are not about finances, more like exploring your fetishes.”

“Fetishes?” Pan asked a word she knew but wasn't completely sure about.

Trunks only laughed, but then decided to warn Pan, he wasn't in the mod to surprise her anymore, “Look Obedience with Bura, he pointed to the title above a room's door. Now think Pan whose real name is Bura?”

“Oh, Oh Wait why would she be here, what about Goten?” Pan realized his earlier comment too.

“She sometimes takes her role playing seriously, don't worry you're pretty head, you can't sense him, but I am pretty sure that Goten is here with her, and he always is. HE loves the games they play; just look as this as Goten getting back to being himself.”

“Uh,” Pan hesitated taking in what Trunks was saying.

Trunks put his head into the door, taking in the scene. The class hadn't got into full swing yet but Bra was looking around making everyone undress. She was in full dominatrix regalia and he saw that Goten was in a corner minding the class in his quiet manner.

Bra looked dup at the interruption and noticed her brother, “Have you come to comply? I could let MR Son here fuck your day up.” Terry couldn't help but smile.

Goten jumped up, “Hey Terry….”
Goten never finished his statement, when he noticed that Trunks was far form alone.

Bra was quicker of the four to speak her mind, “You need a bath Mr. Vale, get out of my class and go scrub your filthy hair.” And as quick as that she dismissed her brother and Pan, without acknowledging Pan at all.

Trunks retreated, understanding the meaning of those words more than anyone.

Trunks hurriedly ushered Pan out, before she asked any questions.

Trunks pressed a finger to her lips to silent her. They got into the elevator and Trunks escorted her to the 22nd floor. HE made quick trek of finding MR Satan's suite. It was numbered 22. How convenient he surmised.

“Pan,” he said as to gauge her. Pan didn't allow Trunks to speak as she threw herself to him, taking his lips to hers. She didn't want to think about Goten and Bra, she had asked for a peek. She just wanted to have Trunks again; her body was demanding his touch, and their completion. Something had happened to them in that room and she needed him again.

Trunks wanted her; he felt his body needing her. His hands had no patience and he ripped her dress off her body, careless of the expense. Trunks kicked his boots off, and likewise destroyed his own clothes. Then he impaled Pan. It was like he finally completed something worthwhile. He was right back to where he had been, only twenty minutes ago, using his energy to hold their bodies together without use of legs or hands. No wonder Henry and Viv left as quickly as they had. Trunks however, had to be careful not to transform or else he would have much to explain. He didn't know what had changed, but he was not in charge of what she was making him feel. He doubted she was either. Some other force had taken control over them and he had not been this gratified, before.

IT was sloppy and hard. Pan could only hold on to trunks using her Ki to stay in place. Pan didn't want to slide away from his body; she could feel how deeply he was penetrating her vagina. Before she realized it they were rolling on the floor in the living room of the suite. Trunks ground into her supple body, biting along her neck, taking nips at her gyrating breast. Oh Kami, he thought, realizing he was close, he tried to fight back, but his body did want behave. He pumped into Pan, as though his life depended on it. He spilled himself in her, as though he had no control of his betraying body. The echoing of her orgasm left him paralyzed. What the fuck is happening to me? He questioned.

He noticed that Pan had become limp under him. And he pulled away. She was in a lucid mindset, and he lifted her, struggling to find balance with his own body. Thankfully the couch was near them. HE wondered how he had lost so much energy. He slumped down in an easy chair adjacent to the couch. Trunks looked over to Pan, noticing that she was fast asleep. He saw the bite marks and bruises scattered across her chest. This made him close his eyes, wondering if he had broken the skin enough to draw blood. His drives never mad him feel this way. He closed his eyes, needing a rest; but only rested for an hour. He was very irritable, so he looked at his watch; the time was why he felt so off. Trunks started at the watch hoping that the time would not read what it read. That timepiece was vexing him. Somehow it read 5 AM. There was no way he could sit in this chair any longer. Getting up he located the bathroom and took a shower; blasting the hottest water he could stand. Stepping out of the shower, he swiped the mirror that had fogged up and noticed that his hair was losing its color rapidly. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Trunks hoped that Mr. Satan had left something he could put on. He tried the tennis shoe, grumbling how they were too small for his feet. Trunks went and found his boots. Pan was still sleeping on the couch she hadn't stirred.

Trunks had a few options what to do about his persona. At this moment he didn't care if he completely lost the color in his hair, but he didn't want to be asked too may questions. He was tired of it; he had a lot of decisions to make. Trunks as confident that Pan would not awake before he retuned though and whatever he would do, he wanted her rested.

As he left the room and headed to the elevator he thought of the events that had transpired. He wondered when he had lost control. He wasn't even sure if that was even what he could call it. Sure he had almost transformed, his body was still doing what it was supposed to do, but he also had been mindless. If this was what was going to happen when he was with Pan, he would have to shed all these pretenses. That thought made an impact and he was more confident to what he was going to do.

Making his way to the lobby, Trunks notice that the desk receptionist was no longer at her post. This mad him grateful. Terrance Vale was checking out of the Hills; and was requiring that valet bring his Bugatti around front.

This was as much for show that he was leaving, as it was important to note that he was not leaving with Pan. Trunks got into his car and floored it. He was not stopping until he reached somewhere where he could rid himself of the car and Terry. The sun was rising and he wanted to get back as soon as possible. Pan would awake She would be as hungry as he was.

Trunks made his way to Yoyogi Park. He parked his car, and then encapsulated the very recognizable Bugatti. He pulled out his wallet from the hoodies muff. There inside was a small capsule for just is type of moment; the need for an emergency cap car and a change of clothes. The best part was that his cap car was even more exclusive than the other one. He tossed the cap down, and the car appeared. Inside the hatch was a sports bag. He checked to see what he had in there; a pair of blue jeans and t-shirt with Capsule Corp logo. . He was overly thankful for a pair of sneakers that were there too. Trunks stepped back away from the car and powered up completely. It was a quick transformation into SSJ. He powered down, knowing that that might alert some people. He changed quickly and jumped inside the flying car. The best part of this car was that it could soar above the Tokyo traffic. Trunks wanted to avoid any more delays getting back to the hills. Once again he jumped out at the entrance and two valets approached him. Trunks only shook his head and encapsulated the air car. He stepped into the lobby and was met by the receptionist he had left not an hour before. She looked up at the flash of lavender. He mind went into overdrive. No one had known that Trunks Briefs was going to be here today. He smiled his signature smile and she nearly swooned with anticipation.

Trunks wanted to get back up to the suite where his sweet was, but had a pressing thought; Pan needed something to wear. The hour was early, but the hotel did have sundries open. Laughing and thinking how Pan didn't know that this Sundry offered more than paper back, gum, and toothpaste; he looked at the clothes. His choices were limited though. He grabbed pair of black leggings and a large t-shirt, with a cat's face on it. He smirked for it looked like Mr. Scratch's face. Trunks charged everything to his room, and left quickly. Before he jumped the elevator he stopped one of the hotel's courtesy phones. He dialed the number for room service and ordered a huge amount of food for breakfast to be sent to room 2222, Mr. Satan's suite. Charging that to his room number, the operator was about to argue until they noticed the name. He had only received messaged that Trunks Briefs had arrived at the Hills. They weren't warned never to harass him over food.

Trunks made his way back to room 2222, and hoped Pan was still asleep. He wanted to be there before she woke up.

He took out her key and opened the door. He noticed the arm hanging off the couch and could not help the smile. Trunks made a move to pick up Pans torn dress, and put it inside the bag with the other clothes. He searched for her back pack and put everything on the chair he had rested on. Trunks was genuinely tired, but he would survive. He would rest in bit.

The knock at the door made him happy. The hills never disappointed him when it came to food. It was an agreement that he had specified; it was one of the many quirks he maintained as Trunks Briefs, which separated him form his alter ego.

There were two waiters, the rolled in two carts. If anything would wake Pan would be the food. Trunks signed the cheque and closed the door. The eating area was next to the large window; he sat down and poured a cup of coffee. He couldn't wait he needed food. He began to eat his breakfast, leaving Pan's cart for her.; as predicted Pan awoken. Her state of undress gave her a moment of pause. Pan looked around pouting. She got up and went to find the bathroom. She was hungry, but she wanted to orient herself. Pan sat down to pee, and really felt how sore her body was. She looked around and noticed that in the closet were robes and towels. When she put one on it swallowed her frame. Pan didn't care, it was comforting and warm.

She stumbled out of the bathroom and walked toward where the food was at. Pan sat down and reached for a cup, there was a tea pot on the other cart, she smile thinking how nice it was that he ordered tea, Trunks drank coffee.

It was after she poured her a cup Pan looked up at Trunks, “Oh my Kami your Trunks.” Pan exclaimed.

Trunks chuckled, “Yes, and you are Pan.” He replied

She had to laugh; they had had a long night. She was still tire, but food was needed.

“Eat Pan, I was thinking of going back to sleep, we've only had a few small hours of sleep.”

Pan nodded her head, agreeing completely.

It was quiet, and Pan was grateful. She needed a moment. They ate, and Pan got up and went to the bathroom. Trunks pushed both carts out of the room. He could hear the water run in the bathroom and he knocked don the door, Pan had not locked it.

Trunks stepped inside, “I bought you some clothes, but I would say not to put them on until we rested.” He then removed his t- shirt and jeans. Trunks neatly folded them, and grabbed the other robe that was in the bathroom.

Pan had filled the tub with water and was soaking. She wondered why she felt so tired, and if Trunks would not have a conversation right then, she was not in the mood. Pan was mildly surprised when Trunks grabbed the complimentary bath gel and poured some into a wash cloth. Trunks then proceeded to wash Pans, neck and shoulders. She couldn't imagine him having enough energy too be bending over the tub and doing something so intimate.

“Trunks don't bend over the tub, get in here already.”

Eh laughed this time very amused, Pan was always so practical. That was the charm of the Son's.

He stepped into the tub and they both laughed as the water splashed over the edge. Trunks left off and continued to bathe Pan's body, but he talked a little, “I hope you don't mind, but I just want to go back to sleep.”

“Me too Trunks. How are we going to explain your presence here?” she asked

“Well, Miss Son, Terry checked out earlier this morning. I checked in about an hour and half ago. Problem solved.

“So no more crazy shit?” Pan asked.

“Pan, Pan, Pan, don't worry your pretty head.” He warned

“I'm not worried, just wondering.”

“Tell you what, let's go to bed.”

Trunks stepped out of the tub, and he grabbed the robe he had had on. Pan too stood and Trunks helped her step out. He gave Pan her robe and together they walked to the bedroom. The bed looked so inviting to her. Trunks and she both slipped into the mattress, and he pulled her to him. Finally he thought. They both fell asleep in each others arms.

Pan awoken a few hours later, and though she felt the pangs of hunger, she had a gnawing feeling inside. For almost 24 hours the intensity of her hunger, her hunger for power had abated. But her skin was crawling and her other appetite was bubbling up. She looked over at the lavender hair man that she had had a desire for was resting looking very pleased with himself. He gave that comfort and feeling and some good ole dirty excitement. She loved him, though she could feel a dark rip inside. Maybe it was because she was unsure how he really felt? Or maybe he had only helped her with one drive? She needed something. She took her fingers and pressed them to his neck. She could feel the strong beat of his heart there. She pushed her Ki in and then concentrated to pull his Ki into her. She tingling affect was something tasty. However, it was making her horny. Pan recalled how sore she was, and she was craving him again. She stopped pulling out his Ki. When she would take Ki form biting those men, she never once felt horny. She felt pure raw power. Even when she bit Yamucha, sure what he made her feel unlike she had ever felt before, but when she got a hold of his wrist, that energy was like a bolt of lighting that she could mold. Sparring with Trunks, gave her a little taste of that lightning. She had to get that back.

As she sat up on the bed thinking about her craving, Trunks had awakened. He awoke when she first touched his neck, and loved the feeling of Pan touching him. HE wanted her. Trunks hadn't wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right then. Pan was about to jump out of bed to take a shower and do something with her antsy feeling, when Trunks reached for her. Trunks began to kiss her with a sensual touch. With both hands he held her face. As though the feeling was too much for him, he dropped his head down and kissed her neck. In the gentlest fashion, Trunks managed to slip Pan out of her robe, and make love to her; her body readily responding to him, ready, and pliant.

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Bra called up to Terrance Vale's room. There was no answer. She called the front desk, and was informed that Mr. Vale had checked out. Agitated she closed her eyes; Goten stepped up t her and rubbed her shoulders. “He is still here, I feel them.” Bra retorted to no one.

“Well Bra his hair was not a dark as it should have been maybe he is under the other name?”

Bra didn't want to argue, maybe Trunks checked in, she dialed the operator again and asked.

Bra was mildly excited to know that he had checked in, but was not receiving an answer.

Frustrated, she stood up and grabbed Goten's hand. They were both here, and she was going to find them. Trunks suite was high up on the 40th floor. They would start there.

Goten and Bra stepped into the elevator when Goten stopped the doors from closing, “you didn't notice it before, they are not up that high.”

“How can you tell?” she asked

Goten only tapped on his head, referring to the fact that his sensory was much more advanced tan hers. Then he had an epiphany, “say, who else we know that has come to one of your classes before?”

Bra thought for a minute and wondered. There have been many couples that had joined them. `I don't even know where to begin with that.” she exasperated.

“Think, who do we know comes her that knows Pan?”

“Goten, everyone but your parents have come here?”

“Go on” he encouraged.

“I don't know don't be coy. Just tell me.”

“Okay, but you have to tell me I am a genius.” He smiled

“You better not act up like this in our next class, I won't have disobedience.” She growled.

“Baby, wouldn't they love to know who really gives the orders here>? Goten slapped her ass, loving their banter.

Bra pouted her disapproval, and Goten was immediately contrite. She would always win.

“Okay, remember that Hercules came to one of our classes, a long time ago?”

“Oh, eeh, yeah, that was one for the ages. I did enjoy making him lick my boots. I hadn't realized he was such a freak.” Bra agreed, then realized something else,

“Mr. Satan has hi own permanent suite here, just like Trunks does.”

Goten only shook his head, and then he entered the number 22 on the panel. The doors closed on Bras, a smirk well placed on her face.