Just Kidding
Chapter 3

Alright, the third part is here… sorry this took a while…

You know the drill… I don't own anything. Not even this computer. The storyline is mine, though, that's one thing… even though it's a pretty typical idea… and… oh stuff it. You know what I mean.

Thanks to my prereader, Nyara-chan, as irritating as she can be…

I know it's a short part, but the next one will make up for it. Promise. And it won't take nearly as long… if I get feedback, that is! Ah, just kidding, like anyone could stop me from putting it up! Still, reviews make me soooooo happy I could cry.


"Hey, Pan!" Trunks yelled, hanging off the banister rail. "Got some new piccies in my room!"

She threw her bags down gleefully. "I'm –so- glad school's over for the week!" Pan laughed, giving a superhuman leap to the top of the staircase, and beating Trunks to his room by two steps. She studied the pictures with great scrutiny.

Ceremonially, Trunks handed her a fine-tip black marker pen, and she set happily to work.

"Hmm… I don't like this blonde." Pan waved her marker negligently at a mostly naked girl in a revealing pose, and Trunks instantly tore it down. "The redhead- nah, way too little class." She followed. "This girl with the black hair… she has potential." The marker flew furiously.

Trunks stood back and watched with a crooked smile as Pan bestowed her approval on his new postergirl. "Hey, have you noticed, most of my girls have black hair? And they're about your build, too…"

She looked at him slyly over her shoulder. "Is that so? Maybe you've got something you'd like to tell me."

"What, like the fact that you pick which ones stay?" Laughing, Trunks flopped down on his bed, sitting up against the bedhead. His eyes traced the curve of her spine; her long, mostly-bare legs; the tail that waved happily behind her. He wanted, suddenly, irrationally, to stroke it. It had been a –week- since he'd made her cry out in pleasure, whether or not she wanted him. He wanted to make her moan and writhe.

He felt his own tail fluff up a little at the thought. Trunks purred, "I'm so glad you guys reminded me to give you tails."

Pan turned slowly, and let her tail weave a sexy dance around her, running her tongue over her teeth. "Is that so?" Smirking, she sauntered over to the bed.

Trunks gave an evil laugh and pulled her down on top of him. "That –is- so, my darling," he chuckled, subduing her flailing limbs to pull her tight against him. He wrapped her arms around her and hugged her.

She hugged him back. Sighed and laid her cheek against his chest. Freed an arm to tug her skirt back downward from where it had ridden up.

A long-fingered hand caught and stopped her wrist. "You've got such pretty legs, Pan-chan," Trunks sighed, running a hand lightly up her thigh.

Pan shivered. "Oh, Trunks."

A dangerous shiver ran through him. Trunks rolled over, bringing Pan with him, and looked down at her with a tender smile. He fitted his hand into her waist, then ran it down the side of her hip and down to her knee.

She pulled in a deep breath- let her head tip back, relaxed, surrendering to his will. Pan had no idea what was happening- she had begun to lose sight of the barrier between pretence and reality- but she trusted Trunks.

"Pan… all you have to do is tell me to stop," advised Trunks intently as his hand crept back up her silken skin.

Her only reply was another deep breath. Her tail, lashing slowly onto his quilt, was starting to fluff up.

He slid his hand slowly up under her skirt, holding her hip. Pan gasped. Gently, he hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties and eased them from her. Smiling slightly, he brought the blue material to his face and inhaled deeply, pulling her intimate scent into his lungs.

"Trunks…" Pan stammered.

Blue eyes instantly found hers, lit with concern and need. "Pan?"

"I… Trunks." A smile twisted the corner of her lips, and she touched his face. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. "Close the door."

Trunks chuckled. He nudged the door shut with a touch of his ki before bending to her, resting his ear on her quivering stomach. Knowing suddenly that one day he would be doing that to hear their child. He loved her so much…

He scooted down the bed a little, his thumb lightly rubbing her hip, and kissed her knee. She tensed and gave a tiny gasp. Trying to control his excitement, the handsome warrior let his mouth meander upward, loving the taste of her skin and the scent of her arousal.

A low shriek ripped from Pan's throat when his mouth found her. She sat up, her hands clenching into lavender hair… slowly sank back down under his tender ministrations. It felt incredible. Amazing. She hadn't known her body could feel like this. And it was Trunks doing this to her, Trunks, who she loved…

A knock at the door.

Bra's voice. "What the hell are you guys doing in there?"

Without missing a beat, Trunks replied, "I'm giving Pan her first orgasm. Go away."

Pan pulled his head back down to her, and as he continued to work on her with his lips and tongue, she let her impassioned cries ring out freely.

Bra's muffled, unimpressed voice intruded once more. "Well, when you're finished there, it's your turn to cook dinner." The sound of her stomping away was fairly audible.

Moaning Pan's name, Trunks rejoiced in his control over her body, thankful beyond words that she should allow him to do this to her. He lifted her hips with his hands to give him better access, and skillfully brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her panting screams were the most erotic sound he'd ever heard.

Finally, he took her over.

Pan's world exploded around her.



Trunks sat back, watching Pan fight to recover her breath. He could taste her, feel her, all over him. Her sweat sealed his hand to her hip.

She heaved in one huge breath after another until finally, she was back in control. But Pan couldn't bring herself to look at Trunks. In fact, suddenly, she had to get out… now!

In a flash, she was out from under him and flying away through the window as fast as she could go.



He stared after her in confusion and loss. "P-Pan?" he breathed… and went after her.



The wind snatched at her hair as she flew furiously toward her home. Her muscles felt like jelly. What had happened? What had he done to her?

A little thought was gnawing at her, a doubt… why? Why would he do that? She was a friend to him. She knew he thought her too young, too simple, too tomboyish by far for him. The only reason he'd touched her in the first place was because they were kidding around to tease their friends.

Maybe…

Maybe he hadn't liked the way she'd forced him to feel on the weekend. Maybe he'd done this to get back at her.

Pan snarled. Her fists clenched and a ki aura flared around her. "Bakayaro!" she growled, putting on a burst of speed.

She touched down at her door and raced through the house without losing speed, ignoring the surprised and concerned looks of her parents to fling herself on her bed, sobbing bitterly.



An instant later Trunks landed on the doormat, racing after her- until Gohan's arm in his path stopped him like a half-brick in a sock.

Trunks oof-ed, and tried to dash past… but paused when he saw Gohan's expression.

"What is going on, Trunks Vegeta Briefs," the older demisaiyan demanded flatly. He grabbed a fistful of Trunk's shirt and slammed him into the wall. "My daughter comes running home streaming tears, smelling of rage and sex and you. You have ten seconds."

"I didn't hurt Pan, Gohan-san. I promise. I just need to talk to her. Please?"

"I don't think Pan wants to talk to you, you sleazy bastard. How –dare- you do that to her! You're her – best friend-!" Gohan slammed his victim into the wall once more for added emphasis.

Trunks winced. "Sir, we didn't do –that-. Really. We were just…"

Not bothering to listen to the rest of it, Gohan flung Trunks bodily out of the door. "I do not want to see you here until Pan invites you." He took great pleasure in slamming the door in Trunks' face.


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