Control Seat

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball Z or GT. This story is directly based on a doujinshi called Dynamite Heroine, which portrays a sexual encounter between Pan and Trunks. I have clearly made Pan 17 in this story because I don't want Trunks to be with a minor, and 17 is above the age of consent in the United States of America. Also, in this, Pan willingly participates and consents to the action. I don't own the characters and this is just written for fan entertainment only.

This story is rated NC 17, for Sexual content, between Trunks and Pan. Don't read if you're under age by ANY means! You have been warned!

By Trynia Merin

Time had passed in space. Though she appeared far younger, Pan actually had just turned 17. The late blooming teenager had the slight stature of one two years young, but it was apparent from her small breasts and fine hips she had blossomed.

She had stared into crystalline blue eyes, set in a pale but dirt smudge face. Gasped as he had snared her with one arm and squeezed her to him. Cried out as he shoved his mouth on hers and slid his hand down to knead and squeeze her young ass. Not Majuub, but someone else who was ten years plus her senior, lonely for companionship in the cold vastness of space. Her screams as she had seen him reaching oddly into his jeans, looking as if he were in desperate pain and blasting him afraid something was crawling in his pants. Only to find that it was himself, frustrated. She had seen her grandfather naked, but he was a 10-year-old boy, and this was something far larger.

He had popped the button on her jeans and stood up her up, peeling them off her despite her confusion. What he did tickled, and she half knew and her curiosity at being so close overrode any fear. He was the closest to a prince, and she felt the fantasies of a young girl about to be fulfilled. Then her jeans were shoved to her ankles and she was turned so her back was to his chest. His long fingers slipped and found the wetness that made her blush. She yelped to feel him gently slide them inside, thrusting and spreading. Not unaccustomed to playing with herself and reading magazines she knew what she had done to push out pleasure. Now some THING was hot and smooth and poking up where she felt moisture pooling, no seeping down her inner leg.

"Pan, relax," his voice rasped. "I don't want to hurt you. Do you want to help me? Do you trust me?"

"Yes… you… want me?"

"I can't help myself. You're so mature, so grown up," he whispered. She had just turned seventeen, and nobody would know how she longed for him each night. How she would wake with soaked underwear and her hand between her legs. Now his right hand slid up her shirt to rub over her small breasts, while the other tugged her down onto something hot. She yelped in shock at something prodding where she had only pushed her own fingers before.

"Lean over Pan. Put your hands on my knees and let go," he whispered, breathing into her ear as she tried to lower herself. With a long groan she felt the tip of him sliding in only a bit. Twisting and squeezing around the curve of her right breast she felt a jolt, and then his other hand lift her behind and tug it lightly down. Then he nipped her ear and groaned, his hips bucking up. Pan cried out, her legs straddling him, feeling his scalding skin and the rough denim of his jeans on her inner thighs. Then tugging one arm he pulled her slowly up and down. Flats of her hands braced on his legs she soon taught the movement he liked best. Eyes squeezed shut she stifled her cries and heard his sighs of relief.

"Thank you Pan… you feel so good. So grown up," he grunted, holding her arm and speeding up. Then as she felt her breasts almost swelling her insides clenched by themselves, accompanied by a bolt of sheer hot fire. It soothed the annoying itch and then he pulled her off. Something hot spurted against her backside, dripping and wet and weird smelling. His hand released her arm and she spun on him in confusion.

"Hey, what was THAT?" Pan snapped, rubbing the white liquid. She drew her finger through it, and then raised it to her lips. Salty and bitter it tasted, but she felt strangely hungry. His shocked and strangled gasp escaped his embarrassed face as she saw the source, and then dropped to her knees to lick the rest with her tongue. He seemed to enjoy this more, and she was well rewarded with more of the taste. Then it registered just WHAT it was, and she felt a bit embarrassed. A low sighing moan escaped him when she rose, licking her lips and tugging at her jeans to pull them up. Both of them had heard her grandfather jolting awake, and Trunks hastily fixing at his pants. Trunks pulled her down to sit on his lap, feigning sleep. Fortunately her grandfather did not awake, and she felt relief. Turning her around, he lifted her up and set her to straddle him though he was spent.

"I'll teach you to kiss now. I'm sorry I was so rough, but you were so… pretty by the starlight, Panny," he whispered. Again his mouth pushed hers, and he pulled her face to his. Pan hungrily drank in the kiss, her arms imprisoning his neck. Once more her pants were hiked down and his opened, but now she could see what he lowered her onto.

"Wait," Trunks said, digging in his pockets. "Open this…"

Pan ripped the square foil package, and knew what it was. Shakily he helped her unroll it as she moved back to sit on his knees. It blew her mind to see how long and thick his Saiyanhood was, and the reason she was sore and sticky inside. Hands around her hips he again lifted her, and she steadied the shaft with one hand while resting the other on his shoulder.

"This time is for you," he promised, eyes sincerely glancing up at hers. Then she came down as he thrust up. He let out a satisfied moan, head tossed back with a smile on his lips. She had only seen such bliss on his face when he had tasted food he desired, or relaxed in a bath. Slowly she rocked, giggling at the now tickling burn he instigated. Up, down, rocking with his face tensed and her dark eyes searching him. Yelping she whimpered as he stilled her, then shushed her with another hard kiss. Carefully he levitated up, still inside her and flew her stealthily to the back private room where he slept. Pan made her room in the other quarters, while her grandfather slept in a foldout futon. Sometimes Pan would sleep in the control chair, so he wouldn't miss her.

Laying her down, he wasted no time in pistoning up and down. Not before he tugged her shoes and pants off, and hitched her ankles around his hips. He slid his own jeans off, and then his hand was up her shirt again. It seemed to take forever for him to bring her to that place she had briefly touched, and to muffle her scream he kissed her hard. Squeezing hard on the invading hardiness, she then felt him twitch, and groan into her mouth. Then he lay on top of her, panting. Her fingers combed through his sweaty hair and she found herself panting hard.

"You okay Panny?" he whispered.

"Wow… that was…" she gasped, feeling like something had snapped and she was overcome with a wave of heart pounding adrenaline induced happiness. He shifted to pull out and she yelped in frustration. Finally too weary to remove himself, he lay slightly to the side.

"Stay," Pan urged. Trunks only moved enough to pull the covers over them both and help her out of her shirt. Burying his face in her shoulder he lay on top of her small but sturdy body. Her legs parted and his hands lay on either side.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured before drifting off. Giggling she wondered if this was the only time.

Yet there were only a few others. After they had landed it was a secret kept between them. Soon she had confronted him and Trunks had explained that it would be their secret. Life carried on, and she carried the moment of womanly experience every night till other circumstances eclipsed it. Kisses with boys her age seemed so insufficient, and she knew lovemaking from someone ten years her senior.