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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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2,707
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13
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Ready
A/N: No excuse, really. Too many fics, too little time...
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Chpt 2. Ready
Pan could not believe the gall of that man. Just because he had gotten to the final round of competition and was the favored winner, he thought that he could just waltz up and claim her as if she were his woman, and not the being who would beat him to a bloody pulp tomorrow.
Damned men!
The door slammed angrily behind her as she huffed into the room, stripped off her gear, and jumped into the shower.
“COLD!”
Of course the water was freezing, but one of the benefits of being the granddaughter of the greatest warrior who ever lived was that you had a special little thing called ki...
Raising her ki to warm the water around her, Pan sighed in pleasure as her shower became a steambath and langorously slid the soap up down and across her rapidly pinkening skin.
This is the life...
Well, almost. Every night had been near torture for her, because no matter how perfect the day or evening, she was haunted with the image of her grandfather riding away into the sunset, promising he'd be back. All the fun, all the good, all the bad that had occured in between seemed like mere child's play compared to the adventures that she had shared with ger grandfather and Trunks when she was a child. He'll be back, he promised he would come back...That was over fifteen years ago, and to the current day...
No dice.
“Gods, you are the most infuriating man on the planet!”
“But I wasn't on the planet.”
Pan nearly screamed as a dark silhouette appeared right before her shower curtain and yanked it back. Not taking any time to think, she created her signature energy ball and sent it flying to decimate whoever had gotten past the security codes to enter her room.
“KAMEHAMEHA!”
Goku was too stunned to move, but Kakkarot quickly sidestepped the blast even as his idiot counterpart personality gaped at the raven-haired beauty before him. She had translucent, pale skin that spoke of delicateness and beauty that would rival Vegeta-sei's three moons. Over time Pan had let her hair grow long so that it brushed against the small of her back and clung to her wet form like a second skin. Large, lush breasts stood out in sharp contrast to her otherwise compact frame, causing Kakkarot's mouth to water with the image of suckling on them well into the night...Pan had filled out considerably in the time that had passed, and he had seen that in the Otherworld, but still this seemed like a boon from Kami himself...
“GRANDPA!”
Completely forgetting her state of undress, Pan flung herself at the now wonderfully familiar spiky haired male that had somehow just appeared before her.
“Grandpa! Grandpa! Oh Kami, WOW! Where've you been?! What was training with Shenron like?! Oh—does this mean that the planet's in trouble again?! It doesn't matter—I've been training since you've been gone and I'm a lot stronger now...”
“Hn.”
If her grandfather's uncharacteristic silence wasn't a clue, then the long, low rumbling growl certainly was.
Kakkarot pounded against the restraints that his Earth-created counterpart. The woman was warm, Saiyan, and willing...well, not quite willing yet, but she would be...
Pan's scent was fresh and tangy, like ripened oranges and bright yuzu fruit. Goku began kneading the pliant flesh below Pan's shoulders, reveling in the sudden shudder that knifed through her frame.
“Grand...grandpa?”
“I've watched you for a very long time, Pan. I wanted to be certain that you were ready for when I came...”
Pan backed away a little from the hulking form over her to look her grandfather squarely in the face, but his eyes were hooded—a mystery to her from where she stood, not even chin height to his muscular frame.
“Ready? Ready for what?”
“Ready for me.”
This time she yelped, for facing her were not the placid midnight depths of her hero's eyes, but the red-tinged golden hue of a killer.
Kakkarot.
“No, this isn't right! Grandp—”
“I wish you would stop calling me that.”
Kakkarot crooned as his drove his mouth harshly against Pan's own, splitting them with his intensity. She struggled in his grip and kicked, her leg sailing to connect with his spiky head.
Kakkarot caught the offending leg and hooked it over his shoulder, taking advantage of her loss of balance and compromised position to slide two fingers into her tight slit. Pan moaned and tried to buck away, not willing to allow herself to revel in the forbidden sensations that felt so right...
“See...? Ready...”
“Nuh...no.....”
“Yessss...”
He didn't undress. Didn't bother to. Gis were meant to go through any situation, any terrain.
And this was simply another battle to be won.
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A/N2: Please read and fuel the review monster...it will help get the chappies out faster!
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Chpt 2. Ready
Pan could not believe the gall of that man. Just because he had gotten to the final round of competition and was the favored winner, he thought that he could just waltz up and claim her as if she were his woman, and not the being who would beat him to a bloody pulp tomorrow.
Damned men!
The door slammed angrily behind her as she huffed into the room, stripped off her gear, and jumped into the shower.
“COLD!”
Of course the water was freezing, but one of the benefits of being the granddaughter of the greatest warrior who ever lived was that you had a special little thing called ki...
Raising her ki to warm the water around her, Pan sighed in pleasure as her shower became a steambath and langorously slid the soap up down and across her rapidly pinkening skin.
This is the life...
Well, almost. Every night had been near torture for her, because no matter how perfect the day or evening, she was haunted with the image of her grandfather riding away into the sunset, promising he'd be back. All the fun, all the good, all the bad that had occured in between seemed like mere child's play compared to the adventures that she had shared with ger grandfather and Trunks when she was a child. He'll be back, he promised he would come back...That was over fifteen years ago, and to the current day...
No dice.
“Gods, you are the most infuriating man on the planet!”
“But I wasn't on the planet.”
Pan nearly screamed as a dark silhouette appeared right before her shower curtain and yanked it back. Not taking any time to think, she created her signature energy ball and sent it flying to decimate whoever had gotten past the security codes to enter her room.
“KAMEHAMEHA!”
Goku was too stunned to move, but Kakkarot quickly sidestepped the blast even as his idiot counterpart personality gaped at the raven-haired beauty before him. She had translucent, pale skin that spoke of delicateness and beauty that would rival Vegeta-sei's three moons. Over time Pan had let her hair grow long so that it brushed against the small of her back and clung to her wet form like a second skin. Large, lush breasts stood out in sharp contrast to her otherwise compact frame, causing Kakkarot's mouth to water with the image of suckling on them well into the night...Pan had filled out considerably in the time that had passed, and he had seen that in the Otherworld, but still this seemed like a boon from Kami himself...
“GRANDPA!”
Completely forgetting her state of undress, Pan flung herself at the now wonderfully familiar spiky haired male that had somehow just appeared before her.
“Grandpa! Grandpa! Oh Kami, WOW! Where've you been?! What was training with Shenron like?! Oh—does this mean that the planet's in trouble again?! It doesn't matter—I've been training since you've been gone and I'm a lot stronger now...”
“Hn.”
If her grandfather's uncharacteristic silence wasn't a clue, then the long, low rumbling growl certainly was.
Kakkarot pounded against the restraints that his Earth-created counterpart. The woman was warm, Saiyan, and willing...well, not quite willing yet, but she would be...
Pan's scent was fresh and tangy, like ripened oranges and bright yuzu fruit. Goku began kneading the pliant flesh below Pan's shoulders, reveling in the sudden shudder that knifed through her frame.
“Grand...grandpa?”
“I've watched you for a very long time, Pan. I wanted to be certain that you were ready for when I came...”
Pan backed away a little from the hulking form over her to look her grandfather squarely in the face, but his eyes were hooded—a mystery to her from where she stood, not even chin height to his muscular frame.
“Ready? Ready for what?”
“Ready for me.”
This time she yelped, for facing her were not the placid midnight depths of her hero's eyes, but the red-tinged golden hue of a killer.
Kakkarot.
“No, this isn't right! Grandp—”
“I wish you would stop calling me that.”
Kakkarot crooned as his drove his mouth harshly against Pan's own, splitting them with his intensity. She struggled in his grip and kicked, her leg sailing to connect with his spiky head.
Kakkarot caught the offending leg and hooked it over his shoulder, taking advantage of her loss of balance and compromised position to slide two fingers into her tight slit. Pan moaned and tried to buck away, not willing to allow herself to revel in the forbidden sensations that felt so right...
“See...? Ready...”
“Nuh...no.....”
“Yessss...”
He didn't undress. Didn't bother to. Gis were meant to go through any situation, any terrain.
And this was simply another battle to be won.
***
A/N2: Please read and fuel the review monster...it will help get the chappies out faster!