The Coxsackie Saga: Trunk's Trick

Pan ignored the unpleasant wetness that made her jeans cling to her thighs. She ignored the fiery itching in her poorly wiped butt. She shut out the heat and the glare and focused solely on the hulking sand creature in front of her. A low snarl passed it's lips as it rocked back and forth. Pan thought it was trying to size her up. She wasn't going to give it that chance.

She exploded into motion, covering the distance between herself and the creature in a matter of moments. She threw a violent kick aimed for it's head. She was certain that the fight was won.

She gasped in horror, however, as her foot passed harmlessly through the quickly fading creature. It had moved fast enough to leave an after image. A heavy elbow landed on Pan's shoulder blades and it was followed by a crushing kick that sent her sprawling across the sand.

Coughing and a little wobbly, the quarter sayian got to her feet and wiped grains of sand from her bare arms. But the creature pressed her. As she got up, it charged in and drove it's knee into her belly. The sudden and enormous pressure forced out a long, loud and dangerously wet fart.

Pan collapsed to her knees, gasping for air and waiting for the next blow to come. It never did. She chanced a peek.

Something had given the creature pause. It was standing over her, it's great hand pulled back as if to deliver the final blow, but it was hesitant. Quickly, she leaped back and put some distance between herself and the beast.

As she moved, her butt cheeks, slick with watery fecal matter, slid together nastily. Worse, the wet fart had re-ignited the inferno in her anus. It was to much for her to bare and she jammed two fingers in to relieve the itching. It worked, the burning died away, but she knew she had likely ruined her panties.

The creature was still indecisive, but it had inched closer to Pan. She could tell that whatever the cause of it's hesitation, the beast was getting over it. But she wasn't worried. She had already amassed much of her energy to her hands. She could feel the ki bursting at her finger tips, begging to be set free. A victorious smile crossed her lips.

“EAT THIS!” she she shouted, thrusting her arms forward and unleashing the pent up energy. Twin beams of brilliant blue rocketed toward the creature, engulfing it entirely. Pan maintained the beams as long as she could and as they faded and died, she was exhausted and spent. But she had won.

She stood there, gasping for breath, as the sand and smoke settled. Whatever that thing was, it was dead now. It had to be.

But, from the hazy cloud a shadowy silhouette formed. Pan's jaw dropped in disbelief. It was impossible. There was no way...

And yet, as the last of the debris settled, the beast stood unscathed aside from tiny wisps of smoke that rose from it's body. It let out an evil, ear splitting shriek and blindly rushed Pan.

She took up a defensive posture and managed to hold out well against it's first several volleys. But her diarrhea explosion, combined with the heat and energy she'd just used, sapped her strength quickly. Her arms and legs began moving sluggishly and the creature landed more and more of it's attacks. Even when she was lucky enough to sneak in her own punch it had little effect. Her opponent was covered in an armor like shell. Her situation was hopeless.

The monster caught her with two wicked punches and Pan fumbled back groggily. Faster than she could follow, it reached out and snatched her by the shirt. It lifted her savagely from the ground and brought her to eye level. Pan's feet were dangling several feet from the ground.

“This is it,” she thought as she gazed into the beast's pale eyes. It opened it's mouth to reveal several rows of razor like teeth, each gleaming with saliva. “This is how it ends.”

She was scared. So scared that she didn't realized the extreme fear had just caused her already watery bowels to loosen.

This time it was almost completely liquid. It was thicker than water, but only barely. The mess exited her body and met the panties where it splashed up the small of her back and poured out their leg holes. She wasn't even aware of the hot mess as it traced the same path her urine had taken only minutes before.

The river continued to flow from her. Most of the solid material was stored in the seat of her pants and, though most of the mess was liquid, they were beginning to sag heavily. The runny crap continued to flow down her legs. Most of it was absorbed by her socks, which had turned a sickly brown. Eventually, her defecation ended with a sputtering wet fart. It had easily been the longest, messiest dump Pan had ever taken. And she had no idea that her tremendous bowel movement was about to save her life.

Most but not all of the waste had been contained by either her panties or her socks. One glob, however, managed to make it past the panties, past the sock and down to the shoe where it slipped free and fell, splattering wetly on the creature's foot.

As soon as the mess came into contact with the creature a chemical reaction involving the sayian digestive enzyme and the bacteria living on the creature's shell took place. They formed a new single-celled organism that reproduced at insane rates. This new bacteria's effect was instant. The creature's shell began to dissolve and it's enormous strength began to wane.

Screeching, it dropped Pan. The young girl landed on her butt and the mess squished out and up her thighs settling near her crotch. She noticed it this time, but only because of the effect it was having on her would-be killer.

“You don't like that, do you,” she snarled as the monster's shell began crumbling. It revealed a soft, pinkish skin and Pan reacted. She gathered some ki in her finger tips and sent a precise beam through the monster's chest. It's wailing stopped and it collapsed. Dead.

Pan got up and waddled away. The mess in her pants created an uncomfortable weight, but she didn't dare empty it out. If there were more of those things around, she was going to need some, uh, ammo.

The trip back to the ship seemed longer than it actually was. She was uncomfortable and she smelled. She could feel the runny poop drying around her legs. She just wanted to take a shower.

She made it back and stepped inside. Luckily for her pride, the others were still out. She waddled to the bathroom and began to undress.

She dumped the mess in her panties into the toilet and had to wipe away a large wad of mush that had clung to her butt cheeks. Using several squares of toilet paper, she cleaned herself off as well as she could and ran her messy clothing to the ship's laundry quarters. She tossed her jeans and bandanna in the washer but disposed of her panties. There would be no saving those.

As the washer began to fill, she headed back to the bathroom and started the hot water. The spout began to spray the steaming water onto her aching body and wash away the crusty poop that had dried on her legs. She watched the brownish water swirl down the drain and shook her head.

“Saved by my own diarrhea,” she said to no one in particular. “What a day.”

* * * Epilogue* * *

The Capsule Corp ship, now resupplied, rocked through space in search of the next dark star dragon ball. However, Trunks Briefs' current mission was not quite as glamorous.

He grabbed the last of the soiled clothing and threw it into the washer. In all, he though things on Sandoro had gone pretty well. He and Goku had returned to the ship to find Pan, slightly bruised on account of raiders she'd had to fight off, but mostly complaining about her diarrhea. He didn't know she was lying about the raiders, but he felt horrible that she was sick because of him. In the end his guilt won out and he admitted to Pan he had drugged her with laxatives.

He had expected an explosion of anger. It didn't come. Pan had taken the news calmly and didn't even seem to care. Of course, he didn't know that the laxative had saved her life.

“Hey Trunks,” came Pan's voice as she stepped into the laundry room.

“Hey Pan,” he replied, looking up. He thought she looked a little pale and her face seemed to be tightened in concentration. “How's your, uh, are you okay,” he asked. Pan shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“I'm fine,” she replied. “Diarrhea's all gone.” She shifted weight again.

“That's good. I'm sorry about what I did, I just didn't want you getting hurt. You understand?”

“I guess,” Pan said. Her voice seemed strained and Trunks could have swore he heard a rumbling. “But you have to start trusting me. We're in this together.”

“I know. You did a good job defending th ship, though.” She shifted again and seemed to squirm a little. “What's wrong with her,” he wondered. “So, I'm almost done here. Why don't you train with me and Goku when I'm finished. We could use a sparring partner.”

Pan danced on one foot and back to the other. “Okay, I'll go up and wait for you.”

“Okay.” He watched her turn and begin to walk away. She was walking oddly, though. He wondered if she was really okay.

She reached the doorway and stopped. “Oh!” she gasped and she doubled over. His mouth agape, Trunks watched as the seat of her pants bulged forward and turned an ugly shade of green. He couldn't believe it. She had crapped herself. Right in front of him.

“P-Pan,” he stammered.

“Ooops,” she said way to nonchalantly. “I guess maybe I'm not completely over my diarrhea.” Trunks caught a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “And I guess you're not as close to being finished with laundry as you thought.”

Trunk's jaw hit the floor as she wrapped herself in a towel, disrobed and tossed the messy clothing at him. She had crapped herself on purpose! Just to make him clean the messy clothes!

“That looks pretty bad,” she said. “You'll probably have to hand scrub those. Remember, I didn't pack much so I can't have any stains on those. Good luck!” And she strutted off to the shower.

Shaking his head and staring at the pile of poopy clothes, Trunks wondered, not for the first time, if Pan were made of pure evil.