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Her Prince	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Trunks/Pan Views: 1714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

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After loudly cursing multiple drivers in the large parking lot, Pan found an acceptable space to park in. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to sooth her nerves, she removed the keys from the ignition. She opened the door of her small car and carefully climbed out. After shutting the door of her car, she brushed off her dress and slowly walked between the open wooden doors and down the long, candlelit hall.
The woman at the dress shop was not kidding in regards to Bulma's decorating; she was clearly at a ball made to impress millionaires. The entire room was adorned perfectly in beautiful white lillies and with gold décor. She observed an empty table, which consisted of a gold table cloth, white roses in a light bronze centerpiece vase, the silverware and dishes set perfectly aligned. Not a thing out of place.
There were beyond thousands of people in attendance when she arrived, including the paparazzi and media outlets, interviewing various people as she entered the large room. Luckily, she managed to escape view. Some were dining in this luxurious building, while others danced the night away to an energetic instrumental song, which mainly consisted of a saxophone. If she was to find Trunks, let alone have the unreachable privilege to dance with him, it would be a miracle on her part. After watching a young woman with short, blonde hair talk to the camera, her heart dropped.
"Bulma Briefs has outdone herself this time at the fifty sixth annual Capsule Corporation ball! This year, the theme is masquerade, which could mean that all of the attendees are arriving in an anonymous manner. Due to the mass of citizens attending this yearly event, at this time, we are unable to find Bulma, or her handsome son, the new CEO, Trunks Briefs, for comment. Trunks was appointed CEO of the largest corporation in Japan two years ago, and has sent the company's sales soaring!"
Rub it in, lady, she angrily thought to herself.
As she was walking against the large, dancing crowd on the ballroom floor, she also noticed others turning to stare at her in awe at her beauty; She wasn't sure if she overdid her appearance or if she looked perfect. She rejected many offers to dance; she only wanted one man inparticular. After each offer of a dance, the more her heart began to break. If he was here, he hadn't noticed her. She was walking mindlessly all over the dance floor, looking for a face she was liable to never find.

After the next man asked her, she nearly had all she could take. She politely rejected him and her heart proceeded to shatter after its final blow. She fought back a tear, feeling hopeless. She began to walk through the crowd and back to the door.
"May I have this dance?"
She was sure she was hearing things. To attempt to confirm her doubt, she turned around and saw him.
Her beautiful prince had found her. Trunks stood only inches away from her with his hand extended, waiting for hers. What little did she know was that he was breaking his neck to find her, too.
He was wearing a stunning white tuxedo and a matching mask. His face wore his perfect smile. A matching grin had naturally came across her face as she took his hand and nodded. He bowed his head down for his lips to meet with her hand.
She confirmed her feelings that no other encounters of theirs could do so before: She was sure that she was in love with Trunks Briefs.
Her body went numb as he wrapped his arm around her lower back and carried her in that position effortlessly to the dance floor. His scent filled her senses and he sent her flying in the clouds. He held her close and slowly waded in sync with her body back and forth. She closed her eyes, unable to perceive any more mindless chatter. There was nobody else in this large banquet room as far as she was concerned.
He danced effortlessly as her spine turned to jelly underneath his touch. All of the hassle, the pain, the wondering, made this very moment worth it. She was sure she died and had joined with the heavens. He had hypnotized her to a state where she was unaware of her own name… All that she knew was that she was the happiest in the world.
Trunks looked at the frail bracelet that rested on her arm, and with that, he was certain who he was dancing with. His beautiful Pan. That little girl that he strongly shied away from due to her age for so many years. The older she became, the less he stopped fighting the fact that he was truly in love with her. No other woman satisfied him the way she did. He was unsure of this unbreakable bond that they had silently endured for so long, but it felt good. Oh, so good. His eyes wondered to her perfectly shaped lips and he longed for her that much more. Was she willing to admit her identity to him? Did she know who she was sharing this breathtaking dance with?
When the music ended, she opened her eyes and locked them with his. The two souls remained in the same position, as their grips on one another only tightened. He smiled again; he was certain Pan knew who he was, and that she returned those strong feelings that could have easily driven him into insanity.
"Would you like to dance outside by the gazebo?"
Unsure whether or not she should reveal her identity at this sudden moment, she merely nodded and smiled. Trunks tightened his grip on her hand and escorted her out of a side door, revealing a very large garden of flowers, with a wide path made of brick. In front of them, there was a large circle of brick with beautiful white roses planted in the middle. Ahead of the circle was a gazebo painted white, with beautiful lights hanging off the edges, with a large, golden chandelier, which was dimmed, in the middle of the gazebo ceiling. Surprisingly, not the first soul was in this breathtaking garden.
They walked through this garden, as Pan unconsciously held his arm close to her. She noticed that the music played inside was being played through large speakers in this beautiful garden. They walked past the center of the circle and slowly walked the small steps. Pan turned and stared at Trunks as they stood underneath the large chandelier.
"I knew you'd be here…" He murmured as he put his hand on her back and proceeding to dance with her again. Pan smiled as she looked into his eyes, saying nothing. "And I'm surprised how good you dance, too," He finished with a chuckle.
A deep blush flooded Pan's face, tightening her grip on his shoulder and hand. "I've had time to practice." She could not resist her added sarcastic tone.
"So it is you." Trunks smiled.
Pan sighed, lowering her eyes to the gazebo floor, noticing the defeat of concealing her identity. Deciding to be brave, she removed herself from his hold and took two steps away from him. She took a deep breath as she looked into his beautiful, waiting eyes and she slowly removed her mask. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

The silence between them was grueling. She felt her palms beginning to sweat in nervousness when his emotionless gaze did not leave her. She wished that he would get over his apparent state of shock and scream obscenities, so she could return home and lock herself in her bedroom (what good it would do when she has a half-saiyan for a father) and dwell in the rejection.
That was expected, but Pan did not expect Trunks to slowly lean over and take her lips with his, in a genuine, passionate kiss.
Pan's eyes slowly closed, feeling as though she was taking her very first breath. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and jumped into his arms, not caring what happened to her dress. All she needed was the man in her hold. Trunks held on to her left leg for balance and his other hand rested on her back effortlessly, his fist full of her delicate curls.

Their tongues danced eagerly for one another. For years, they felt that need to explore one another, but always denied themselves of doing so due to political correctness. Now was their chance, and there was no stopping them.
Trunks hovered in the air slowly, keeping his hold and his lips intact with Pan, who did not seem to be altered by his decision. He hovered higher into the air and flew around the large building. Their bodies were together as one, allowing themselves to envelop in this new, scorching heat that had finally been unleashed from their souls as Trunks spun in circles slowly, embracing every single second with his princess.
"What about the masquerade ball?" Pan asked between kisses.
"They can't miss someone they never found," he replied with a smile.
He landed on the balcony that led to his bedroom. He slid open the glass door open with one hand as Pan's kissing range spread to his neck. Trunks walked through the door and shut it quickly, pulling the string behind him to close the large curtain. Trunks collapsed on the bed, kissing his beloved, ripping his mask and tie away from him, finally pursuing the strong affection he craved for so long.
Pan reached back and attempted to unzip her dress. When Trunks saw the struggle, he placed his fingers over the zipper and opened the fabric. This caused Pan's feelings of arousal to fly through the roof. She unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and pushed it off of his broad, muscular shoulders. She looked into his eyes long enough to unbutton his dress top, along with the belt, button, and zipper above his pants. Trunks shrugged his undone clothes off effortlessly, gently laying his body on top of hers, taking her into more kisses.
Trunks aggressively pressed his lips to her neck, gripping Pan’s delicate skin with his teeth and sucking gently, leaving several marks on his eternal territory. When she moaned softly in his ear, he sat her body up and undid her bra, revealing her perfectly sized breasts; just enough for him to fit his hands on. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach as she kicked her high heels off, feeling each ripple of his muscles. Never did she think she was going to live this day; even her dreams would be jealous.

He removed his boxers off with a swift move of his hands. Her hands massaged his back as he moved his face between her breasts, stroking the nipples, gently gripping onto them. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Pan stifled a long moan of approval when two of his fingers had met her hot center. She arched her back underneath his touch as his intense, piercing gaze watched her every movement at his work. He bit one of the small mounds upon her breast and shifted his upper body between her long legs. She finally released the loud moan of approval he had been aching to hear when his tongue licked at her tiny bud. He let her reactions become his motivation when he continued to enjoy her as much as he wished. When she reached her peak, Trunks instantly kissed her again, taming the natural instinct inside her that he too, shared.
Pan pushed him to lie on the bed and the half saiyan warrior readily obeyed his princess's order. She climbed on top of him slowly to tease him; it was her turn to reveal how desperately she had craved him. She sat on his stomach, playing with his chest and working her fingers on each muscle. She bent over his face and gave him a passionate kiss as he tightly gripped her sides underneath her ribcage, leaving marks from his fingernails that were digging into her skin. She expanded her territory of kisses to his firm neck and shoulders, working her way down his chest and stomach, only going lower. Please… Please… Trunk begged silently. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his long, hard member and took him into her mouth.
A moan escaped from his mouth as she began to bob her head up and down. "Pan…"

She placed her tongue at the base and licked all the way to the top of the head. She then only placed the head in her mouth and placed a sucking motion so hard, he bit his bottom lip. "Oh, sweet Kami, Pan…"
Teasing him further, she surprised him by taking his entire length into her mouth. He gripped the sheets, moaning her name between the quiet grunts of pleasure. She repeated taking his entire length over and over again and his moans came closer together. She smiled as she teased the head again. His moans became louder; at this rate, he would be closer to release than he wished.
He pulled her off of him and lied her down on the bed. He looked into her eyes with great concentration as he entered her gently. Pan cried out loudly as he placed his mouth over hers, taking her into strong, eager, hungry kisses as he thrust repeatedly inside her. His work was so graceful and so beautiful, yet her pain had paralyzed her. Despite this, he continued to dig into her innocence and destroy the barrier that made them whole for as long as time would exist. He needed to feel every inch of her and he was going to make damn sure he was going to. Her whimpers gradually changed to breathless sounds of ecstasy. Their lips and tongues clashed against one another in a brutal war. He paused for one deep, long breath and kissed her with great precision.
"Please… Don’t hold back…" she begged between breaths.
"Are you sure?" Trunks looked at her, surprised.
"I've waited too long for you, Trunks Briefs. I want us to be one forever."
He smiled at the beautiful woman underneath him and gave her another long kiss. Kami, how he loved this woman. He straightened his back and shifted his weight on his knees. He gripped her hips and lunged his hips further against her core, resulting in losing himself. Trunks could not maintain his moans or the hunger inside him anymore. He sped up to end his agony while Pan’s hips arched underneath him to feel all of this beautiful man. Harder and faster he went, enjoying her sweet scent, her perfect tightness, the sight in front of him, Pan crying out his name repeatedly, for she knew nothing else to shout. He breathed heavily between moans, reaching his release quickly. How he wished he could slow down and tease her, but the animal could not be contained. It felt too amazing; it was too perfect.
Without warning, his seed exploded inside of her and he was frozen. "Pan… I… I love you, Pan!"
"I love you, Trunks!" She cried out, feeling the warm explosion. He did two more quick thrusts, moaning louder, and finally collapsed on top of Pan's sweaty body. She sighed in the pure bliss that she was blessed with on this night. He moved his face above hers one last time with his weight on his elbows and deeply kissed her. He laid his head on her chest while Pan played with his hair. The scent of the sweat as a result of not just sex, but pure love, sent both into a deep sleep.
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