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Kindling	By : c0p13r Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Pan
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            On course to Planet Vidal to get help for the sole survivor of a space colony assault, Pan was settling back into the norm of space travel. Giru was a friendly robot again, and Trunks was navigating the stars seamlessly. Their invalid wasn’t in any critical condition that needed constant monitoring, so Pan felt it safe to stretch her arms and proclaim to no one in particular – with Trunks at the wheel and her mini grandpa probably raiding the fridge – that it was time to wash up.
            “After all,” said she, entering the bathing stall on the other end of the ship, “a lady’s gotta stay clean when she’s traversing space to save the world!”
            “Giru-Giru! Giru help Pan in cleansing process! Giru!”
            Pan bopped the floating robot on his head. “I don’t need help for that. How about you clean up the ship in the meantime?”
            And Giru floated away or something and yet was still… still just the most annoying thing ever. Go away, Giru.
            Left alone and untroubled, Pan smiled and began her shower process. She didn’t treat the water with reservation; more like a luxury as she turned it on first to warm up as she began to undress. Humming to herself, she took off her bandana, her gloves, shirt, socks and shoes, and then started to work on her jeans and underwear.
            They were at her ankles when the door suddenly slid open, and in walked a miniature and naked Goku. Unabashed, he greeted her with a lifted hand and a “Hi, Pan!”
            “Yah! Grandpa! What do you think you’re doing?!” she exclaimed, snapping to attention, turning halfway from him, trying to maintain her modesty by crossing a leg over her crotch and holding her budding breasts in her hands.
            “I heard you say you were gonna take a shower! I figured I should take one too!” He laughed through his toothy grin, pointing to himself. “I always bathe after a good fight! And Rilldo was the toughest opponent I faced since Majin Buu!”
            Did that mean he hadn’t bathed all this time? Gross! But Pan shook her head violently! That was beside the point! “Grandpa, you can’t shower with me! Y-You’re a boy!”
            “Hm? Why not?” Goku said puzzled. “We bathed all the time when you were littler.”
            “Yeah, I wasn’t a woman then,” retorted Pan incredulously with an eye-roll.
            Goku held up his hands beseechingly. “But it’s alright! Families take baths together, remember?”
            “I haven’t seen you for five years! You didn’t even come visit us!” Pan’s crossed arms were more out of anger than modesty now. “And then you come back looking like this. I don’t even know you! You’re like the new kid at school who expects everyone to like him.”
            “Aw, c’mon, Pan!” Goku laced his fingers behind his head, snickering at her reasoning like she was telling a joke. “We can just do it together for old time’s sake!”
            Pan was unmoved for a moment, but it seemed her inner deliberation was being swayed by nostalgia when she opened her right eye – closest to him – and peered him from top to bottom. Not like her adult pursuits hadn’t led her to investigate the anatomy of a man, so seeing such a small, undaunting package was as much a relief as it was a disappointment. Well, aside from some curiosity juxtaposed to her own, she doubted it would be cause for concern. His antics and personality were as childlike as his new body, so it might actually be innocent. His eyes hadn’t strayed from hers to investigate her nubile body, and while that could also be taken as an insult, she decided it made him at least somewhat trustworthy.
            “Well,” she said with hesitation, “I suppose.” She blushed a little, putting her back to him, her memory recounting days as a baby-faced four-year-old looking up to her smiling mentor, always striving for his approval. It had been five years since those days, but it was a lingering feeling.
            “Just don’t say I’ve never spent any quality time with you!”
            “Yay!” laughed Goku, throwing his hands up so vigorously that his tiny pecker swung between his legs.
            “And don’t do that!” she raged when she noticed the movement.
            Swiftly, now acting like this was more of a chore than a privilege to wash, she walked into the stall and held the door open for him. “Well, hurry up and let’s get this over with…” She glanced sidelong to the wall and grumbled, “before Trunks wants to join too.”
            “Should I tell him?”
            “Absolutely not!”
            So grandfather and granddaughter closed themselves into the shower. Goku went right under the spray, face up, arms out, enjoying it freely while Pan cringed in a corner. Why does Grandpa have to be like this? She scrutinized him. Grandpa Hercule acts weird, but at least he knows boundaries.
            Despite his initial jovialness, Goku suddenly looked disappointed. “It’s not the same as taking a bath. Baths are more fun.” His mouth quirked. And then he turned and looked at Pan. She fussed upon his gaze and looked away, shielding her breasts beneath her hands. And for the first time, he looked upon them. For a long moment, until she began to visibly grow uncomfortable and angry with his gawking. But then he gave a wide smile. “Your chest is as flat as your grandma’s! You must take after her!”
            “Hey! They’re still growing!” raged his granddaughter. “And Grandma isn’t flat-chested! They’re just getting a little saggy!”
            Goku laughed uncontrollably. “Well, it’s fine, I guess! We can have shower fun!”
            “Shower fun?” More than a little stung by his teasing, Pan leered at him angrily. “What do you mean by shower fun?”
            Goku was already rotating by the time she started asking, and to her astonishment, he had a big secret he’d been keeping. The small, undaunting penis that Pan felt safe around had suddenly bloated and grown thrice its size! Inflated and bulging with veins, it arched mightily up from his still-diminutive sac, the foreskin receding and the head swollen and thick!
            “Where-Where did that come from?!” exclaimed Pan, thrusting herself against the wall like she was encaged with a fierce animal.
            Goku laughed. “What do you mean, Pan? You saw it was there! It just turns into this when it’s time for shower fun.” His face turned stern, holding up a finger. “Bathtime is for wrestling. But Bulma taught me that this is shower fun.”
            “B-B-Bulma taught you?”
            “Sure! When we were looking for the Dragonballs the first time!” He folded his stubby arms, cocking his head as he examined his granddaughter, not taking into account her obvious anxiety. “You’re a lot smaller than she was. I guess it’ll be like Chichi when we first did it!”
            “Did what?! Gr-Grandpa! Are you saying that you…! That you and Bulma…?!”
            “Had shower fun? Sure,” he admitted nonchalantly, standing aloof with his hands behind his head again, as if oblivious to the hard cock bobbing out from his groin. “But we also had bed fun.”
            “Bed fun?” The corners of Pan’s mouth pulled down in dread. “Just how much ‘fun’ did you have?”
            Goku looked upward, thinking on it. “Well, there was a lot.” He began to count on his fingers. “Bulma, Chichi, Pilaf’s friend, Launch, Android Eighteen when I came back. Heh! Krillin never wanted to train, but he always liked it when me and Eighteen would have bed fun!”
            Pan’s face was aghast with disbelief. Oh my Dende! My grandpa’s… a gigolo!
            “Your mom, too!” Goku said out of nowhere, pointing with a smile. He might have punched her in the chest from how hard Pan hit her back into the wall with a resounding “WHAT?!!” “Yeah! Gohan and Videl and Chichi asked me to!” He looked up again in bewilderment as he tried to remember the event that was currently shattering Pan’s world. “It was after a doctor visit. Gohan had low tests or something.”
            Wha-What?! Mom, how could you?!
            “So let’s have some shower fun, Pan!”
            She was too wrapped in her own thoughts to react to her grandpa’s approach until his hands were upon her hips and his cock was taking direction to the closed apex of her legs. The moment she realized what was happening, she exclaimed and pushed on his shoulders to try to prevent the encroachment. His feet had shuffled hers apart, and with his strength, even her most insistent shoves didn’t do much to stop him.
            “Hold on a second, Grandpa!” she fretted, looking down when she felt the blunt tip hit its mark in a serendipitous fumble. “That’ll never fit in me!”
            “Hee-hee-hee! That’s what Chichi said!” And then he applied himself to her pussy, testing the elasticity of her outer lips. Rigorous training had rid her of the worst part of losing her virginity, but it was a far more intense experience that when she shoved even three fingers up her snatch in her horny throes.
            “Wah! It’s too big!” she shouted, gripping his small shoulders, turning her fingernails into his skin.
            Goku lost his cheer, puffing up his face. “Y-Yeah.” He wedged in a bit more, but Pan’s body, while starting to surrounding him with warm fluid, seemed inflexible. It must be like that for Saiyans, even quarter-Saiyan. Her muscles were more dense, putting up a less flexible challenge to get a good mate. But Goku was the epitome of Saiyan-dom, so he ploughed up into his granddaughter’s snatch until he was fronted by the back of her pussy. And when he tried to shove deeper, Pan gave a high-pitched wail, more earnestly begging him to stop; he did.
            “Wow,” he sighed, turning and resting his head upon her open chest between the two lumps topped with pink nipples. “You’re really, really tight, Pan.”
            “Of course!” she shouted back at him, squirming and trying to find a position that best accommodated the violation of her quim. “I was a virgin, Grandpa! How could you!”
            “Virgin?” Goku seemed more interested in the breast in his field of vision and set a palm against it, massaging it distractedly. “What’s that?”
            “Oh, Grandpa,” she moaned, warily settling down. “You really don’t know anything.”
            “I know some stuff,” he contended, and then shot the hand down to her groin. He bypassed the thin patch of growing hair and began bustling the nub that he found above her stretched slit.
            Pan’s eyes burst open, and before she could help it, she was arching off the wall, moaning loudly as her head tilted back. “Oh noo~”
            Goku snickered, announcing that this was one of the techniques first taught to him by Bulma. “Girls apparently really love it!” Mai was subdued by it, and Chichi wet herself after only a few probes. Only Eighteen seemed resistant, always slamming his face into her crotch. “If you’re gonna do it,” she had told him, shoving him down to meet their mouths, “do it right!”
            The compression around his cock shivered, the muscles tightening as if to choke him, but his muscle mass was greater even in this reduced form. It throbbed and pushed back Pan’s coiling walls. He kept on fingering her clit, noticing how much the sensation around his prick intensified the more he rubbed and how much louder her volume was as he probed.
            “Grandpa! Oh, Grandpa!” Never should she ever had called out to him in such passion, but she was at that tipping point where nothing else mattered. She felt herself on the cusp, and dreaded what her body would do involuntarily. She experienced the sensation to need to sit on the toilet, but Goku had her stuck in place. No! Not in front of Grandpa! But all sense of decorum and modesty was moot when his erection was shoved up inside her. She did her best to postpone it, but it was no use: she came and came plentifully, spraying down over Goku’s embedded shaft and even wetting his fingers with her abrupt ejaculation. Her hips shuddered and thrust vainly as the stubby fingers continued to check her and speed her through this rush of embarrassing elation.
            Goku made a sound of observation as his granddaughter plopped back against the wall, panting and turning away from him. “I guess you take after Chichi and your mom.”
            Don’t say that, echoed in Pan’s mind as she panted for recovery. She clenched her jaw, whimpering as the dick shifted inside of her, her grandpa now trying to find purchase of his own. Oh no, he’s getting ready to…! She gulped, unsure if she was ready for the thrusting to ensue.
            But Goku had yet to figure it out himself. There was a disparagement between their heights, and he wasn’t about to start hopping off the ground to get thrusting. Perhaps a bit more bestial would suit him. “Here, Pan. How about you turn around?”
            “Turn around?” she repeated dizzily, and was then directed by hand. She called out in shock with protest to be handled without being allowed to catch her breath. The turn on his cock made him test all of her grooves, sending a thrill up her spine that came out her mouth in a half giggle/half gasp.
            “Ughn!”
            Goku forced her forward with little gentleness, his impatience showing as he manhandled her into position. Fearfully, she looked back at him, her hands bracing against the shower wall. “Grandpa,” she whimpered, “what are you gonna do?”
            Goku beamed at her. “This,” he answered with a few jiggles of his embedded shaft. She held her breath like the plunge of a rollercoaster. He wasn’t moving yet, but she could sense him readying. If he went all out – and she gulped nervously – would his ricocheting hips bust her through the wall?!
            “Ha!” Goku made a noise like when he was heading into battle, to pump himself up and spark his spirit. Pan seized up instantly, all tension and gritting and sobbing helplessly as she felt the already-endowed cock give a surge like there was more to be coaxed of its stature. Her prim, untested pussy never had a chance against such a hot tool. His energy was flooding into her, challenging the resilience of her fortitude.
            “Grandpa,” she wavered. “I’m not sure…!”
            But he was, and that was always enough for him. Goku brought her hips to bow, her round butt facing his crotch as he plugged her deep. She just about leapt forward with what little room she had when he collided with the back of her pussy. It hurt, but thank goodness he could show some restraint.
            “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Someone outside the bathroom might have thought Goku was sending out ki blasts with how concentrated and repetitive the noise was, but for the added sounds of colliding, wet flesh and the frantic moans and cries of Pan’s.
            Giru floated outside the door. Though unchanged, the red dot that was his only means of facial expression somehow showed great concern. “Giru! Is Pan in danger? Giru!”
            “No! Noo-hoo-ho!” cried Pan as Goku raised her left leg in his hand, showing her a new angle to better grind at her GT-spot. With little effort, Goku made his granddaughter reach the brink again; he stalled to stare wondrously at the geyser spurting from her wide-spread legs.
            It was a good thing they were in the shower, he thought, or else they’d have to change the bedsheets.
            Worse yet for poor Pan was how quickly Goku went back to pummeling her snatch, giving her nerves no time to come down, berating them at the pinnacle of their sensitivity, igniting another quick burst that he this time did not pause to admire. Realizing it was a lost cause to try to outlast him as an immobile participant, Pan reached a hand down to his thrusting shaft – and it did not escape her that he could barely bury half of himself in her, yet still made her feel so stuffed – and further still until she felt the loose (now tight) skin of his scrotum. Boys liked this, she recalled from her diligent studies, so she began to pull and fondle them, garnering a pleased reaction from Goku until she went a little too tight with her fist. “C-Careful, Pan!” he blurted, all of a sudden on the defensive when he had been outright ignoring her pleas for stay and gentleness.
            “C’mon, Grandpa!” she pleaded while plucking his youthful sac. “Can’t you cum?!”
            “I’m already here, Pan!” he shouted back over the wasted running water behind him. He pulled more violently at her hips, trying to wedge deeper and force her womb back to accommodate his length.
            “Not that! Just…Just finish!”
            Just then, the speakers went on, and Trunks’ garbled voice filled the spacecraft. “Hey! I don’t know where you guys are, but Planet Vidal is in sight! Hurry up and strap in for landing! We’ll be arriving in five minutes!” Zzt.
            Goku glanced toward the speakers installed in the corner of the bathroom. “Wow, they’re in here too?”
            “Of course,” Pan shouted back at him indignantly with a frown over her shoulder. “We need to stay in contact throughout the ship!”
            “Oh. Well, five minutes isn’t a lot of time.”
            Pan shivered as his hands groped up and down her sides. “I guess I’ll have to just finish up quick now!” He sounded so cheery, yet his thrusts had never been so severe since. He swatted his way up Pan’s chute with a vengeance, before she could even brace, his hips running at such a blur that she was afraid he was going to rub her raw.
            “Almost,” he grunted, his eyebrows knitting, his lips curling back in a snarl as he eyed Pan’s cute bottom and her defiled pussy. “Almost…!” Pure energy began to seep from him; white flames and a crackle of electric streams every now and then.
            “Grandpa, you’re gonna make me cum again!” She said it like it was a bad thing, though it did tax her to be on her third – maybe even fourth – orgasm with very little rest in between romps. It helped ease her when his small hands traveled up to paw at her small breasts, strumming her nipples between his fingers.
            But most of all, she felt an eruption. Goku snarled as if angry right before she felt an oozy patch of fluid spring against the back of her vagina. For a moment, the white flames had turned golden and Grandpa’s hair stood on end in a blonde mane, his eyes green and intense. He held his Super Saiyan form as he flooded her insides, giving lasting grunts to signal each traversing wad of his sperm into her. And in such a state of arousal and satisfaction, her womb willingly supped up as much of his supply, though the storage was insistent and filled her to capacity with a few good loads before her pussy was full of the backflow.
            “It’s so warm! So much!” Pan raised her leg – now that Goku was handling her tits – and saw the pulsating underside of his shaft and the white stuff seeping out around him. Whimpering, she put her hand on her belly and felt the tightness of her insides, like she’d gorged too much at mealtime! “What did you do to me, Grandpa?!” She knew exactly what he’d done, but she had hoped he was going to pull out instead! On her leg, on her rump, on her back! But inside?!
            She frowned at him in his elation, chuckling softly as he teetered back, muttering something about how much he loved shower fun. His hair had gone back to its normal state, all manner of focus gone from his posture.
            “How could you, Grandpa?!” She pouted, folding her arms and turning from him; she struggled not to show how hard it was to stand on her own when her knees were still buckling.
            Goku, seeing her disapproval, ceased his teetering. “Pan? What’s wrong?”
            “What’s wrong?!” She threw her arms out, now looming over him, unabashed now by her nakedness and the semen flowing out of her gash. “Oh, I don’t know! Maybe that you might have just gotten me pregnant! How am I gonna explain that to Mom?! She’s never gonna let me go to space again!”
            “Oh,” said Goku stupidly, like nothing was registering but her emotions. But he had the bright idea to say, “Well, we’ll just tell them that it’s mine! That should be fine, right?”
            “Grandpa,” huffed Pan, giving him the cold shoulder. “You just don’t get it. No one’s gonna want to help take care of a kid when the dad just takes off whenever he wants.” She wheeled on him, shoving an accusatory finger up at his chin. “If you think you’re just taking off when the baby’s born, you got another thing coming, Mister! I can fly and chase after you now!”
            Goku was baffled, but understood that this was going to be a kid he couldn’t just put on Piccolo or someone else to raise.
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