Control Seat to Passenger Seat

Disclaimer: Do not own Dragon Ball Z or GT. Akira Toriyama owns and has created all the characters. Toei Animation Co. Ltd. owns GT. I don't make any money from the writing of this and it's for entertainment purposes only!

Pairing: Trunks/Pan
Dedicated to my friend BulmatheBabe for her support of me. I am so thankful for your continued cheering me on. I wrote this with you in mind, since you like this pairing.

Note here I have changed Pan's age to 16 so there is not any underage stuff going on here. Still if it squicks you to read someone older having sex with someone younger, read something else. I have plenty of Uub/Pan or other pairings you can enjoy.

***

It had been another typical end to a fly by. The Dragon Ball searching team had liberated another planet, and Trunks Briefs was leaned over the console programming the computer to make another scan for the Dragon Balls.

Plugged into the computer by several leads was Giru, the robot who had consumed the Dragon Radar much to Pan's consternation. In contrast, Trunks considered the robot more like a friendly dog and welcome companion then nuisance.

"Did not!" shouted son Goku.

"Did too, Grandpa!" shouted Pan.

Trunks gritted his teeth, steeling himself for another round of chaperoning. Pan and her grandpa got on his nerves, and he felt as if it was his last one. Somehow, she needed more discipline, and as the designated adult, he felt it was his need.

Nevertheless, the journey had started out on a chaotic foot, when Pan shoved the key down her shirtfront and it landed in her bra. This had not endeared her to Trunks, and he saw the girl as much as a nuisance as she saw Giru.

"One of these days," Trunks hissed, counting mentally to ten.

"Danger, detecting Pan, danger," Giru babbled in a string of electronic whirrs.

"You said it, Giru," answered Trunks, rolling his bright blue eyes. He ran his gloved hand over his forehead, loosening the sweat soaked tendrils of hair from being plastered there.

"Did so! You're doing the dishes because you lost!" Pan shouted, her voice echoing in the small cabin. The ship consisted of several chambers. The one highest near the observation window was Trunks sanctuary, while a sliding panel partitioned off living quarters. Immediately behind was the kitchen/galley eating area. Then further down was a spiral stair that led to a few cabin areas. There were two: one for Trunks and the other for Pan, while Goku slept in the kitchen area. However lately things had changed when Pan insisted Grandpa could have his own sleeping place in one of the storage rooms that she had cleared out for a 'workshop'.

Now he tapped the screwdriver on his palm and tried to think of how he could get any more meaningful work done with the current cacophony. A loud crashing bang jarred his already shredded nerves further, and he finally tossed the screwdriver into the box so it clattered even more loudly.

"That's enough!" he hollered into the galley. "Can't you give me a break?"

"Huh?" Pan and Goku chorused, both poised on either side of a stack of dishes left over from lunch.

"If you two don't MIND, I'd like to lift off without another major catastrophe, so I don't care WHO does those dishes, shut up and stow them in fifteen minutes!" Trunks snapped, his face bright red. His gloved fingers clung to the side of the door, and they guessed if he had not been wearing gloves his knuckles would have been white from the pressure sustaining him from launching himself onto them.

"Wow, what crawled up his butt," Pan mumbled.

"I dunno. I guess we had better get busy. I'll dry, you wash, Pan?"

"Okay, you're on," said Pan, tossing her grandpa a towel. Their dispute forgotten, both of them settled down to clean the soiled remains of their repast. Actually, the soiled dishes only needed loading in the processor, but both of them enjoyed doing them by hand since there was plenty of fresh water on planet Arbor.

"Don't forget the fruit, Pan!" said Goku, leaping up to wrap his tail around the towel rack. He picked up two dishes from the drain rack and swung back and forth, as he toweled them dry.

"Well," Pan said, pushing her sleeves up again as she re-tied her apron. "You're the one who picked them, so that's your job. I'll finish up in here."

"Okay," Goku answered. He flipped over, tossing the towel to his granddaughter. Sighing, Pan tackled the rest of the dishes, trying not to break them. Fortunately, they were plastic, and the only items that were breakable were the coffee mugs. Goku landed on his feet, and then slid down the spiral banister to the airlock.

Once Pan stacked the rest of the dishes away, she heard a loud thump. She poked her head down to see a huge pile of fruit with a twitching brown tail. Poking his head out a few orange and pink striped pear shaped items fell aside, revealing his head. "Oops, I guess I put too many in the bag."

"Time's wasting folks!" Trunks voice sounded from the flight deck.

"Grandpa, can't you be serious for once?" Pan fumed, tapping her foot. She glanced at her watch, tense because they had only one minute to liftoff.

"Pan, you should lighten up. Chores are more fun if you make a game out of them," her grandpa said.

"How about I take one minute to chase your butt into the storage bay?" Pan said, catching the gleam in his eyes. Laughing, Goku watched his granddaughter leap down from the upper deck and scatter the fruit. Soon things flew rapidly as they tossed the items back and forth into the open bay. A quick press of a button collapsed it into a storage ration capsule.

"That's not all," Goku pointed to another mound outside. Pan groaned as he leapt out of the craft and started streaking back and forth. They formed an effective relay that soon diminished the huge pile about the height of the ship.

"Thirty seconds!" Trunks called from inside.

"Two more capsules, Grandpa!" Pan called.

"Twenty," Trunks counted.

"Got it," Goku's voice came from a walking pile of fruit that comprised of his legs tottering and leaping in.

"Fifteen..."

Pan hit the control with a piece of fruit, hearing Trunks counting the final seconds. Engines started to whine and the ship shuddered, scattering Son Goku and bouncing him and the remaining fruit off the walls.

"Ten... nine..." Trunks harshly continued with military precision.

Pan whisked about with him, scooping up the discarded items to throw them into the last storage capsule. "Hurry!" she hissed.

"Nine, eight, seven, and six..."

Goku flipped over in three summersaults, each one gathering an armful of fruit and filling the nearby sack Pan held out. He was a brown and blue blur whizzing around.

"Five... four... three..."

Pan twisted the bag shut, and then the world lurched under them. She yelped as it pitched sideways, only to tumble into her Grandpa holding the fruit bag. "What is he thinking? We're not even strapped in!"

"You okay Pan? Whoops!" Goku gasped, setting her down.

"One... liftoff!"

"Ooh I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" Pan growled, streaking up the ladder.

"Pan... wait!" Goku cautioned, but crashed into the far wall before he could fly up after her.
***

"Are you crazy, Trunks? We aren't even buckled in!" Pan shouted at him.

"That's not my fault! You had enough time!" Trunks snapped back at her.

"You could have waited! Sheesh are you nuts or trying to kill us?" Pan snarled, jostled as the ship slowly rose with a jarring vibration.

"Shut up and sit down then!" Trunks grumbled, holding the control stick.

"This is fun, it almost tickles," Goku grinned, bouncing in and landing in the control chair. Pan shot Trunks a dirty look and managed to buckle herself in when the ship rocketed upwards. As always, her teeth rattled in her head while a huge crushing weight pushed down from above. In the viewpoint before them green skies swirled past with clouds, growing an ever-deeper blue before giving way to the dark void of space.

Pan released a sigh of relief, pushing hair out of her face and retying the purple bandanna around her head. Goku unbuckled his seat belt, floating out of his chair. He wrapped his tail around the nearest object to right himself.

"Okay, where's the gravity, Trunks?" Pan glared at him.

"Don't complain! I got the engines working! We should be glad of that!" Trunks argued back.

Goku blinked at Giru who commented, "Pan complaining, watch out... better fix the gravity!"

"I don't need your help stating the obvious," Pan glared at Giru.

"Lay off him will you? He was actually helping me for a change instead of becoming your target," Trunks retorted. Pressing the auto pilot switch, Trunks unfastened his seat belt. He drifted a bit upwards, turning around.

"That doesn't mean you have to go all parental on me!" Pan hollered back, her face turning red.

"Hey guys, take it easy!" Goku waved his hands as he shot between them. "What's wrong? We're all safe and sound with plenty of food!"

"I'm just sick of HIM ordering us around!" Pan jabbed a finger at Trunks.

"I'm the adult here!" Trunks snapped.

"Excuse me, but I'm older then both of you," Goku pointed out.

"He's right, Trunks," Pan stuck her tongue out at him. Trunks felt as if steam were about to come out his ears.

"Why do I even bother," Trunks fumed, sitting down in his seat. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the front.

"There, just relax," said Goku. "Maybe you need something to eat?"

"You only think of food don't you, Goku, that is the answer to everything!" Trunks grumbled.

"Well Food's important. People get cranky if they don't eat," Goku shrugged. "If I didn't take the time to load the fruit, you'd be sad later."

"Food IS important Trunks," Pan mumbled, trying to count to ten and settle down. Goku glanced from his granddaughter, who seemed different today, and Trunks who was equally not quite himself. Was it the fact that purple bandanna was absent from around his neck? Moreover, why was Pan wearing a purple scarf instead of an orange one? It looked suspiciously like Trunks.

"Um... guys, is everything... okay?" Goku ventured, glancing back and forth again. He wrinkled his nose, smelling something that reminded him of a scent that Chichi often released when angry. Pan and Trunks were arguing more lately over the past few days, and it was odd. The past month he recalled several patters, where the two would argue fiercely, and then the next day they would be downright genial and walk very close to one another. Then the cycle would repeat, and resolve by the next morning.

"Why do you ask?" Pan blinked confused.

"Everything's fine Goku. I just feel like people don't take this hunt seriously sometimes. It's all a game to you Goku, since you became a kid. At least Giru has some sense of priority."

"And I'm included in that?" Pan glared.

"Well... not everyone's a joker, true," Trunk suddenly flinched, seeing the fire in her death glare, aimed somewhere at his head. "You have... helped keep Goku on track. It's not easy... handling things without someone else trying to... take it seriously. I take it back."

"So I'm not included in the joker category?" Pan asked.

"I... reserve judgment,' Trunks answered wisely.

"Uh huh," said Pan nodding with a glint of smugness.

"Pan overly smug. Trunks in a hole," Giru chirped.

"What hole? I don't see any hole," Goku glanced back and forth in question.

"Oh forget it," Trunks mumbled, his face flushing pink. Goku still blinked with confusion. Even though he was older then both, he still felt like there were some things he would never understand about being grown up. It was easier sometimes being a kid again, physically.
***
Trunks had not moved from his seat since the earlier part of the takeoff. Rather he had pulled the circuitry panel out, and was hastily staring it over, while balancing a set of blueprints over his lap. Goku lay sprawled out on a seat, snoring loudly.

Giru blinked as it handed tools to Trunks. The little robot was quite helpful with the parts of the ship specification that confounded Trunks. Although he was a scientist, he had his limits because his mother was more of the inventor. He was used to other matters scientific like physics and mathematical theory.

"You want some iced tea?" Pan asked, standing over him with two glasses. Her voice was hushed, and Trunks glanced up.

"Thanks," he said, face still serious.

"Well I don't know Trunks. You were cranky. I might just give it to grandpa," said Pan teasingly.

"I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?" Trunks sighed, licking his lips.

"What for?"

"Bossing you around okay. Why do you have to be so... so...?”

"So what?" Pan asked, sitting on the arm of his chair.

"Stubborn, imperative?" Giru supplied.

"I can do fine on my own, Giru," Pan glared at the machine. "Don't you have something more useful to do then butt in where you're not wanted?"

"I mean sensitive," Trunks blurted out.

"That's better," Pan said, and shoved the iced tea into his hands.

"Thank you," Trunks murmured, taking a huge draught and sighing with relief. He was very glad to have the sweet mint taste roll down his throat. Setting the drink to the side, he then returned to contemplating the blueprints.

Pan swirled her ice in her glass before sipping her drink. She glanced down at Trunks expectantly, and he ducked down under the panel to reach for the tools. It seemed as if he was deliberately ignoring her, but she continued to swing her legs back and forth, bouncing her heels off the bottom of the chair. Ice tinkled fianly in her glass, the only noise present other then the distant hum of the ship’s engines or the blood rushing in Trunks ears. He wondered if Pan could sense how hard his heart thumped just about now.

"You fixed the gravity," she commented.

"Yeah. Took forever as I figured. They don't make spare AD 50 circuits in space; I had to cannibalize a few from someplace else," Trunks admitted, and then straightened up.

"Where did you find the parts?" Pan asked.

"Simple solution! Entertainment center," Giru bleeped.

"Entertainment Center?" Pan blinked at Giru. "You don't mean we can't watch DVDS!"

"Not the main one. I um... had a spare unit in my room. Not to worry," said Trunks quickly.

"A spare unit? No wonder you didn't care if Grandpa and I watched the one in the kitchen area. I guess I'd better not ask what you were watching." Pan half hummed, giving him a mischievous smile.

"You can ask, but I'd really rather not say," Trunks mumbled, a cute pink flush covering his face.

"Personal usage adult..." Giru began before Trunks hissed.

"That's not IMPORTANT Giru! The thing is I had the parts, and it was a nonessential device!" Trunks interrupted hotly, grabbing the robot and muffling its vocal port with a gloved hand.

"How long till the next stop?" Pan asked.

"Pardon?" Trunks asked, both relieved for the change in topic but confused by the abrupt question that seemed a non-sequeter. He had come to know and fear the look on her face that suggested wheels were turning rapidly there.

"Well... How far to the next trace?" she poked him in the chest.

"Um... 12 parsecs," Trunks said, as Pan leaned closer. Hot against his cheek her breaths gusted, annoying and enticing him at the same time. She stopped when she glared sidelong at Giru drifting closer. Both of them jerked back, and Pan slid down from the arm of her chair.

"Pan all moody, danger!" Giru warned, flailing his arms about.

"Don't you have anything ELSE to do?" Pan growled.

A loud snore broke the potential argument, and they exchanged glances of fondness and confusion. Pan had turned her attention to her grandfather lying prone in the chair. She hopped up and crossed over as Trunks felt sweat beading on his forehead. Grabbing a blanket, she was all set to drape it over him. Yet she felt Trunks hand on her shoulder and he whispered, "Why not carry him down and put him to bed?"

"You sure?" Pan asked.

"What does Trunks want Giru to do now?" the robot interrupted. Pan bit her lip as Trunks turned back to him.

"Giru, why don't you plug into the computer and recheck the coordinates, I've got to check on something," Trunks said.

"Affirmative. Giru plug in," the automaton agreed. Reaching for the plug, it grabbed the end that Trunks handed it. Then it settled down by folding its arms and legs in. Soon it was just a small sphere sitting in the control chair.

"Pan, he's earned it. Won't kill him to sleep in a normal bed for a change," Trunks gave her a meaningful glance and tossed his head towards the back.

"But downstairs...?" Pan felt him squeezing her tightly on the shoulder and then nodded. Carefully they gathered Goku into their arms and wrapped the blanket around him like a bundle. Together they carried him through the kitchen towards the stairs. Then Pan pulled him from Trunks and bore him downstairs as Trunks stood at the top.

"I'll be up here a bit longer," said Trunks.

"Right," said Pan, disappearing. Once he heard the creak of the door to her cabin, Trunks sighed. The itch he had long needed to scratch now burned hotly. He could wait no longer, so now was as good a chance as any.

"Trunks, dragon ball reading confirmed!" Giru announced, breaking his concentration.

"Oh... Giru. I'm going to turn in," Trunks said quickly, stepping back into the command deck. "Can you take the night watch?"

"Affirmative. Giru will enter sleep mode. Suggest Trunks and Pan do the same," Giru agreed.

"Thank you Giru," Trunks nodded. "Oh, and sleep well."

***
No sooner had Pan lay her grandpa to sleep in her bed, than she closed the door carefully. Sometimes lately, they alternated between him sleeping there, or upstairs, or in the small storeroom. Pan had reassured him she did not mind 'roughing it'. Yet if Grandpa really knew the reason that, she was so anxious for him to use her bed occasionally, he might not be so happy to take her up on that offer.

She strode towards the central ladder. One-step forwards then something caught her arm, while a hand hooked around her mouth. Struggling she felt the figure yank her into the other cabin, and slam the door shut. Someone's warm breathing body pressed her close one-second, and the next her mouth sealed off by a gloved hand.

"Mmmmph!" Pan squealed against it, kicking sharply. Nevertheless she knew who it was by the scent, and her struggling was all for show.

"Shh," he hissed, sliding his arm down to hook over her chest. Pan felt the hand release her mouth and it slid up the side of her cheek, caressing it. Slowly it untied the bandanna from around her head, letting it flutter to the floor.

"Well, took you long enough," Pan whispered back.

"Hard to get alone in a ship. The planet would have been better," he whispered, buzzing her ear deliciously. However, Pan gripped his wrist and then dropped, swinging him over her head. He grunted as he landed on the bed, the springs creaking. Pan pounced on him as he sat up, and then her chest collided with his. Triumphantly she straddled his waist, her backside on a very sensitive part.

"Pan, take it easy," he hissed for caution. However, she scooted back, sliding her hands up under his shirt to pull it out of his shorts. Then she rubbed up and down his chest after sliding her gloves off. The bunk was narrow, so he pressed partly to the wall and had to shift to lay flat on the bed. Pan grunted with satisfaction, kissing a path from just above his belt to pull his shirt up. He crossed his arms and tugged it up, forgetting to take his jacket off.

"Wait," he urged, sitting up. She helped him out of the sleeves, then together they bundled the shirt along with it letting it fall to the floor.

Spreading herself atop him, she pressed her budding breasts to his chest, and then pinned his arms above his head with her hands. Her young lips landed on his, parting before she teased along the line of his closed mouth. Rocking slightly she then caused him to moan and open them so she could thrust her tongue in teasing slides ever deeper. His unique ozone tempered with granite taste exploded on her palate, and she eagerly feasted on it. Her dark curtain of hair obscured all light, draping around his face silky soft.

In the dark, their age differences were negated. Her slender body felt good and right pressed to his. Inside her mouth, his groan echoed. One hand crossed his wrists to pin them, and the other slid between them to his belt.

"Something's poking me," he gasped.

"I thought that was my line," Pan whispered, reaching between his pants and the growing bulge she straddled.

"Your belt," he whispered. Because the cold chain and buckle dug into his body, she sat up a bit.

"My turn, little one," he urged, his eyes gleaming in the scant light of the porthole. Reluctantly she released his hands and his arms arched on either side downwards like a swimmer doing the backstroke. One bumped the wall while the other lifted towards her. He fingered her sturdy leather belt with both hands, before she tugged the strap through the tongue to work it loose. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair, letting it spill through her fingers.

Finally, he opened the halves of the belt, and then pulled at the button of her jeans. Tugging the metal tab on her zipper, he dragged it down. Her hands rested atop his, and she pushed up to squat so he could tug them down. The distinctive whine of teeth parting preceded the soft sigh of shedding clothing dropped aside. Her T-shirt similarly slid up; revealing small firm breasts nestled in a white lace bra. She had brought a few changes of clothes in her backpack fortunately, although some of Goten's clothes made up the gap.

Divested of the tomboy outfit she seemed older, womanly. Granted she was small stature, but he could almost pretend that they had been at this for years. Blue eyes blinked up, as if waiting for permission, and she nodded, reaching around to unhook the bra. As it fell aside, she grabbed his hands to place them on the small globes. He weighed them in his hands, squeezing them like fruit for purchase and finding their texture pleasing. A blush crossed her once confident face, and she wished they were larger. Like Marron's would be.

Arms around one another he flipped over. She spread out atop him, her legs on either side of his pelvis. Right under his chin, she fitted her head snugly, and then laid her arms on either side. Grumbling he realized this was not what he had in mind for slowing things down. Still Trunks judged she must have overcome her reservations, for she was soon straddling him again and showering him with soft kisses. Her small fingers slipped into his boxers, grasping his erection.

She slid down his body little by little, and then Trunks laced her hair around his fingers. Next pulled his boxers down a bit, lowering her lips to enclose his mouth. As she had found out the last time, she loved the spicy tang of his excitement and soon his tip hit the back of her throat. Lifting his backside, she glided her mouth up and down his length. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from grunting with relief.

"Mmm," he groaned, tossing his head back and forth. Suddenly his excitement bubbled up, and she eagerly sucked on him to relieve him of every bit. Nothing was as erotic as watching Pan wipes her mouth with the back of one hand, a smile on her face. Pan swung her legs on either side, ready to straddle him but he stopped her, slipping his fingers inside her, only two this time.

"Don't you want to take me?" she asked, seizing his saiyanhood and sliding her hand along it just the way he liked.

"Not yet. I have to put on a raincoat before we go out," he whispered, fumbling to grab something from under his pillow. His fingers trembled as he ripped it open and let the wrapper fall.

"I'll do it, just relax and watch," he batted her hand away. Next, he slowly placed it on the rounded head. To do this he had to remove his fingers from her core. Pan patiently waited, backing away and laying on her side. Soon as it unrolled over the saiyanhood that engorged with blood, he turned to face her.

"Now, where were we," he teased. She guided his hand with hers back between her legs. Three fingers thrust into her core with sharp jabs. Pan yelped, twining her legs around his hand as he pumped.

"Ooh, you'll pay for that," she gritted, feeling it seep over his fingers. Pulling them from her, he licked the sweet substance off. Pan dipped her own fingers in, and slicked the condom with them. They moved together gradually, and his tip touched her ready channel. She yelped as he suddenly flipped them over, and hovered over her.

Hands seizing her hips he thrust into her hard. Her legs locked around his spine, her hands reaching up to catch his mouth with hers. Grunting into her lips, he thrust hard into her repeatedly. Pan's soft cries muffled. Grabbing her breasts through the bra, he squeezed them while circling the nipples repeatedly in time with the rocking. Her small body shuddered, unable to get enough, and he sighed through the kiss at the clenching on his shaft. Her tightness was wonderful, and he felt as if he could not get enough. The sudden transition from soft to rough awakened something in pan, and she ached for more.

"Mmmph... mphhh... mpph..." she grunted, almost wanting to grit her teeth with the itching burn without release.

"What's wrong?" he asked, panting as he stopped and hovered over her.

"I can't… I mean I don't want to make a fuss but I can't…"

"Cum?" Trunks whispered. Realizing Pan was climbing but not reaching her climax, he then pulled out.

"You don't have to stop," She blinked up at him, gasping and panting as he let the sheets drop.

"I want you to feel it as well," he shushed her, spinning around to sit up. "Move in front of me."

Pent up and frustrated, Pan obeyed. Shortly she felt relieved to feel his hands on her hips. Slowly he lifted her, and knelt on both knees. Trunks then spread her legs, and pulled her down. She inched along willingly, grasping his wrists for support. Again, the head of his saiyanhood bumped her inner thighs, and Pan wriggled so it would reach the waiting wetness. At the same time Trunks yanked her down, she opened herself as much as she could.

The force of contact whipped the breath from her. Just to feel that thickness impaling her she panted, then felt tears dripping from her eyes. It felt wickedly good, twitching within. Trunks waited for a second, letting her catch her breath. He then cupped her breasts, and started to squeeze them rhythmically.

"Better?" he whispered, licking her ear. Seizing the sensitive lobe, he bit it.

"Ohh yes! Trunks that's awesome," Pan moaned. She felt warm and melty inside that he was so concerned for her own needs as well as his own.

"Now you can touch yourself," he whispered. Up and down, she bobbed on his saiyanhood, reaching between them to reach her neglected clit. Relief filled her with the surging tingle of pleasure washing over her. A sigh escaped her lips, while Trunks continued to pound upwards. The viselike pinching of her nipples coupled with her own teasing brought her to that same level as before, the white-hot fire spreading from her center all over.

Still it was not enough. Sweaty she sobbed in frustration, squeezing down on him. Trunks heard her frustrated cries, and decided he was being a bit too selfish. Again he stopped, causing Pan to whimper in protest.

"Patience, little one, I'm not done yet," her urged, purring deeply in her ear. He deposited a kiss there, and then licked the side of her neck. Still keeping one hand across her chest, he squeezed her left breast, and then pulled her hand up to cup the other. Then he moved his free hand to tease the place she needed the most stimulation. Soft index fingers pinched and tweaked her already throbbing clit, attempting to bring her to his level.

"We should… have sit in the chair for this," Pan panted.

"I know, but at least here… ump, we'll not be… ullgh… interrupted," Trunks answered, grunting as softly as he could from the force of her inside squeezing him.

Harder upward thrusts worked her ever closer and then she felt herself trembling finally. She began to shake and moan, her back quivering against his bare chest and exciting him further. A sympathetic vibration tightened like a twanging string finally plucked and she arched her back. Trunks grunted gasp was stifled as he bit into the back of her neck. Locked in tandem they shook feverishly, pan's insides gripping him securely and deliciously.

Spurred by her sudden erupting orgasm, Trunks let himself go, stabbing deep and holding her down on his saiyanhood. They trembled locked together in the passionate climax. It seemed as if it would never end, and they mouthed one another's names. She fell against him, and he pitched backwards, still tightly inside her.

"After all that, you're still ready to go?" she gasped. Still she was not satisfied, feeling somehow cheated.

"Umm hmm," Trunks nodded. He stretched catlike, purring through his chest. Pan gasped, and felt him slowly rubbing her front as they rested there. Again he was hot and hard, evidence that she was taxing him to his limits.

"You want more?"

"You didn't feel like you did before. You didn't reach the same place," Trunks murmured.

"I tried, and it wasn't you Trunks, it was me. I just can't seem to…"

"I don't want you to be without that feeling I have," Trunks kissed her ear.

"Don't worry about it. I'm good," Pan murmured, though she was not.

"Shh, I've got an idea. A change of scenery. Put this on," he said, tossing her a T-shirt. She slipped on the garment smelling of him, and he handed her panties to her. Casting a question to him, he held up a finger.

"Wait," Trunks requested, tugging on a pair of boxer shorts. He rushed around picking up clothes while Pan waited and rested. She was glad for the breather, her body throbbing with the aftereffects of their sex.

"But where?" she queried.

"Shh," he hissed, scooping her up under her knees and back. Balancing her, he then walked out of his room and kicked the door shut behind him. She clung to his neck while he climbed the ladder, his groin protesting and wanting more. Bathed in shadows the ship seemed like the belly of a huge monster, a sleeping giant she dared not rouse with a word. Across the tiled floor, he bore her, walking towards the flight deck.

"Why are we here?" she asked, as Trunks stumbled towards the control chair. Seeing the gleam of starlight competing for the blip of flickering lights she stopped her next protest. After all the sphere resting on the control panel to the left of the display could see them.

"Don't worry, he's in sleep mode," Trunks whispered reassuringly. He sat down in the control chair, and set her on his lap a sigh.

"Pull the blanket over us," he urged. Pan did so, tossing her head towards Giru.

"He won't hear us," Trunks whispered. Pan's head turned sideways and she did not look convinced. Already his hands wandered under her shirt, pinching at her nipples. Automatically her knees parted and she rubbed herself against his thighs.

Slowly she pushed herself up, bracing her hands on his chest to do so. Trunks then pulled on one hip, and she turned so she faced him. He pulled up her shirt to just below her neck, and whispered in her ear. Nodding she tugged her panties to the side, and scooted back on his legs. Meanwhile Trunks worked himself out of the fly of his boxers.

Blue eyes met black. By only the drifting stars whizzing by, his lavender hair was silver. In contrast, hers was as black as the space between them. Strangely aroused by the fear of waking Giru or her grandpa, Pan shakily knelt up. His strong hands enclosed her pelvis, lifting her up and pulling her down on him. Yelping she spread her legs, working herself onto him again with difficulty.

"I can't," she protested, wriggling but uncomfortable with his substantial girth.

"You can," Trunks whispered. "You fit me perfectly Pan."

Then he sat up, and suckled on her already tender breasts. She hugged his face to her chest, and moaned with the ache between her legs. With a happy sigh, she felt herself sliding steadily down until he bottomed out inside. Pan moaned, unleashing his control. Again, he began to rock, pushing up into her aching tightness with deliberate paced strokes. Pan yelped but his hand closed over her lips.

Leaning forwards, she felt his fevered kiss. Trunks could feel her responding to him much more quickly, her core spasming, and milking at his hot saiyanhood. Energies buzzed at the base of their spines, and Pan screamed into his lips when the wave of liquid molten metal slammed into her. She felt as if she was floating and Trunks blue eyes sparked from within. His hair crackled gold, then lavender. Hot spurts jetted upwards into her young body, already pulling his explosion that was imminent. They bit one another's tongue, tasting iron and slamming against each other. Hearts pounded at the same pace, Trunks arching his back while Pan pressed down to receive him. A perfect supernova exploded, and they collapsed in sheer exhaustion.


Still she quaked, weak and deluged with a wave of perfect happiness. Trunks glanced up at her expectantly. Pan nodded, dizzy and sated. With his last remaining strength Trunks sat up, still inside her and softening. She wrapped herself around him, and he carried her down the long stairs to their room again.

She could feel the sensation of him laying her down in the bed, still joined. Somehow, he did not want to break the connection between them, and he felt happy to lay on his back with Pan sprawled over him. Wearily she leaned down, and he brushed her lips with his. Still she tasted his blood on her lips, and it was sweet.

"Trunks," she whimpered, releasing from the kiss.

"Pan," he whispered back. "Are you… did I…"

"Yes," she answered, feeling him rubbing her back.
***
From somewhere inside the ship, a young Saiyan who was really an older one in disguise nodded to himself. He had smelled the sweetness of their coupling, and felt the surges in their ki. Son Goku knew the signs of heat well, and he was no fool.

"Finally," he thought with a smile, curling up in Pan's bed. He could hear the gentle snores of Trunks under Pan's soft breathing. His senses were far greater than either of theirs could imagine. That sour tang that assaulted his nose earlier was all gone.