Just Kidding
Chapter 1


Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't own any of the movies mentioned in this fic, any of the alcohol, or snacks, or anything to do with DBZ. I'd like to own the tail serum. I'd like to own Trunks. But I don't.

Well, it's another Trunks and Pan fic! God I love these. I think this is probably one of the most plausible ways they would come to find one another. I'll be pretty exclusive about these guys… won't distract them from their business with, say, recognisable plot lines or mention of other people. Course all I've seen of the show is halfway through season three of DBZ- just started the Cell games this morning- so if I get my facts wrong, that's why.

There'll be three parts to this story. The first is definitely the shortest.

And finally, thanks to my lovely beta reader, Nyara-kun. If she wasn't around I wouldn't get three-quarters of my stuff written.




Pan yawned, settling back against Trunks' broad, warm chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, reaching for her... bowl of chips.

She pulled them away with a squeal.

Goten shushed her with an irritable flap of his hand. "I haven't seen this before, Panny-chan."

"Really?" Bra laughed. "You haven't seen the Princess Bride before? Oh, Goten, your education is severely lacking."

Trunks made another go at the chips, but Pan was defending them too vigorously. "Aw, c'mon," he pleaded. "Let me grab ahold of your goodies, Pan!"

She giggled as he rubbed his thumb teasingly along her arm. "What makes you think you're getting anywhere near my goodies?" Pan laughed, and pointed at the huge TV screen. "Oh, that mask is so hot! Trunks, I'm really glad your parents took off for the weekend. We have such fun with just the four of us."

"Yeah," they all chorused, and relaxed to enjoy the rest of the movie.

When it was finished, Goten stood up- trying to hide his silly grin- and stretched thoroughly. Narrowed his eyes at the two friends curled up together on the lounge. "You guys look cozy."

Grinning, Trunks ran his hand down her side, resting it in her waist. Pan snuggled closer to him, winking at her uncle. "Darn, Uncie Goten, you found us out. We're actually having a passionate love affair behind everybody's backs."

Bra giggled, sipping her soft drink. "Put on another movie, Goten-kun! What about French kiss? You like Meg Ryan, don't you?"

He frowned, looking through the video cabinet. "I dunno. What about Terminator?"

After some bickering, they settled on Life of Brian.

Trunks snuck his hand down over Pan's stomach, aiming for the bowl of chips... and she gleefully popped the last few crumbs into her mouth. He swore rudely and started tickling her in punishment.

Pan giggled helplessly until Trunks' hand flattened against her stomach again. It felt so nice to lie there in his arms... even though she knew he was only kidding, just mucking around, it was nice to pretend that this closeness was for real. His confidant, relaxed touch sent a slow warmth through her.

Feeling Pan relax further against him, Trunks enjoyed a few moments of the insane delusion that she was sharing his feelings. Her body was so soft and yielding, resting against his. He smiled slightly, imagining that they were lying where they had fallen, exhausted, from a night of mad passionate loving.

He answered Goten's curious look with a smirk, then moved his hand up a little, sliding his thumb under the edge of Pan's plain white top. She shivered a little, then, realising that both guys had noticed that, Pan smiled slowly and rubbed up against him.

A fiery jolt slammed into him. How delicious, to be allowed this under the cover of teasing their friends! "Oh, Pan," he moaned, deliberately over the top, and nudged his fingers under the waistband of her loose old jeans.

Pan tensed, her heart pounding... gave a slow, shuddering sigh.

Trunks had a moment's indecision when his questing fingers met her pantyline- over or under? No-one else would know...

His decision was taken from him when Pan's fingers closed about his wrist. "Trunks," she purred in a low sultry voice that set his pulse racing, "I think that's far enough in company. Don't you, my dear?"

"No," he breathed into her ear, deeply inhaling the woody fragrance of her soft black hair. He gently stroked the skin of her lower abdomen with his fingertip, thrilling in the gasp that escaped her.
Bra was looking at them with a bemused frown. "This is like some sick game of chicken," she commented dryly.

With an embarrassed smile, Trunks drew his hand back out- but left it draped over her stomach.



They'd barely moved three hours later, when they fell asleep.



Pan woke slowly. She was curled up on the lounge with a light blanket tucked over her that she'd had nothing to do with. Yawning a few times, the quarter-saiyan looked around without sitting up.

Her uncle was sprawled across the floor, snoring very softly. Bra was stirring in the recliner; Pan exchanged a drowsy smile with her. Trunks was nowhere in sight.

But a moment later, his location was revealed by a sharp hiss from the kitchen, followed by a delicious smell of frying food. That scent was strong enough to wake even Goten, who immediately started demanding breakfast.

Ten minutes later, Trunks emerged, carrying some plates and cutlery in one hand and a platter piled high with bacon, eggs and toast in the other. Pan smiled secretly at the way his lavender hair turned pale pink- yellow when he walked through the patch of bright morning sunlight pouring in the window.

Halfway through her breakfast, Pan realised that Trunks wasn't eating. Instead, he was sitting on the edge of his seat, watching the other three eat with eager patience.

She put down her plate. "What is it, Trunks?"

"Finish breakfast," the demisaiyan encouraged, virtually jumping up and down in excitement. "Then I'll tell you guys."

Pan shook her head. "I'm done. Tell."

"Alright." He stood up, grinning, and pulled a short fat syringe from his pocket. Holding it with a proud, broad smile, Trunks waited until he had everyone's attention. "This is my first real invention!" he crowed.

"What is it?" Goten asked.

"I've been working on this -in secret- for the last month. Remember when I got all of you guys to give me a blood sample?"

"I remember the needle," Goten shuddered.

Bra laughed. "I remember Goten helping Daddy to hold Goku down for your needle. It was the most fun Daddy'd had all year!"

Remembering, Trunks chuckled. "Yeah." He flourished the syringe with its thin blue liquid. "I haven't tested this out yet, but I'm pretty certain it'll work. It's a carefully designed hormone and drug cocktail- nothing illegal, I assure you. I'm sure there'll be no unwanted side effects, although it could take anywhere between ten minutes and a few weeks to work."

"Yeah, but what does it do?" Pan demanded fondly.

He smirked. "Well, I don't know if you guys want to take any. This is a completely personal choice. And I know it may seem a bit of a weird idea; not trying to sound like my father, but it –is- a matter of racial pride…"

Bra smiled, guessing.

Trunks waved the needle. "So, who wants their tail back?"

Goten leapt to his feet, eyes shining. "Oh! Me! Me!"

Bra grinned.

Smiling, Pan put her hand in the air. "But you gotta go first, Trunks-kun. So we know if it turns you bright blue."

His lips curved. Long fingers dipped into his pocket, retrieving a small pack of alcohol swabs. Trunks shrugged the jacket from his shoulders and swabbed the inside of his elbow, and then with great ceremony handed the syringe to Pan.

She breathed in a great lungful of his musky scent as he leaned closer, presenting his arm. Held the tip of the needle up to his skin. "Are you sure, Trunks?"

Trunks smiled warmly at her. "I'm sure." His voice lowered. "It won't hurt, will it? When you put it in me?"

Pan shivered delightfully. "Trust me, baby." She could feel his eyes on her as she slid the needle into his vein.

"To the first mark."

She pushed the plunger down to the first mark, gently, noting the way his blue eyes squeezed shut, hearing his tiny moan. "There," Pan smiled, smoothing a spot bandaid over the mark.

"Wow." He opened his eyes, smiling. "Was it good for you, too?"

"The earth moved," Pan grinned.

Somehow he was holding her hand now- both her hands- and rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs. She was lost somewhere in his eyes, in the warmth of his smile…

A voice gradually intruded on her trance- that and Bra's hand waving between their eyes.

Pan shook her head, pulling her hands away, remembering herself enough to blush daintily and murmur, "Not here, Trunks-chan."

Bra cleared her throat. "Well, -after- the ten minutes you oddballs just spent gazing into eachother's eyes…"

Trunks' eyes flickered guiltily to the clock. Sure enough, about ten minutes had vanished.

"Feel anything, tailwise?"

The young warrior blinked; frowned; grimaced; wriggled uncomfortably. "Gotta go," he yelped, dashing towards the bathroom.

After the obligatory laugh at Trunks' expense, Bra jumped down in the spot next to Pan. "So, Panny, that all got pretty intense." She flashed a you-go-away look at Goten, who obeyed like a well-trained puppy. "Tell me, how much of that was actually real?"

Pan gave her a skeptical look. "Geez, Bra, we're just kidding around. Really. I mean, God, this is Trunks we're talking about here. I've known him my entire life!"

"You're defensive."

"Am not!" Pan squealed indignantly. "We're like best friends."

Before Bra could pry any further, Trunks announced his arrival in the room with a window-rattling sneeze. Then smirked at the two girls. "So who's been talking about me and my sexy tail?"

Long, furry, brown, Trunks' tail waved behind him in gleeful satisfaction. He turned around slowly, putting himself on display; then thumped down on Pan's other side.

She giggled in delight at the furry tail that snaked for a moment along her leg. A strong impulse tugged at her, and she gave in to it. Timidly, Pan touched it, ran her hand along it.

Blue eyes opened wide.

Trunks had never, ever, ever felt –anything- like that in his life. The only thing that had even come close were a few times when a girl had gone down on him. This was –incredible.- He wanted- no, he –needed- more.

And logically, the best way to get it-

"Oh, -Pan-!" he groaned. "Pan, oh, Pan, it feels –so good- when you touch me like that. Don't stop."

Pan grinned. In one lithe movement she was straddling him, sitting on his knees with her own knees planted astride his hips. She gripped his tail in both hands and started to firmly pull along its length.
He gasped loudly, his head tipped back in abandon. "Pan…" he gasped.

Her hands kept moving, bringing him closer and closer to heaven. "Is it good, Trunks?" she purred. "Do you like it?"

"Do I… oh… Pan- your hands- Kami, Pan!" He surged upward, grabbing her hips, fighting to not tear through their clothes and make her his then and there. He wanted to so very badly. "Don't- stop- please don't stop- Pan… ever."

She gave one last, strong pull, making him cry out and fall limply back into the seat.

Trunks slowly came back to himself. He was drenched in sweat. He felt as though he'd just trained all morning with his father. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he let go of Pan reluctantly. He tried to find words to lighten the mood, but he couldn't find a one.

Pan stood up, watching Trunks struggle to slow his breath. He was play-acting awfully well…


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