Trunks and Pan
Introduction:
Trunks Have His Way With Pan
Goku looked up at his yuong friend. “Out like a light.”
Trunks looked down at his even younger friend. “Then let’s do it!” Trunks took out a video-tape that was clearly marked, “XXX – Not to be purchased by persons under 18.” Although Trunks was only 17, Goku was — what, 40? Well, his body looked like he was 13, but he was quite a bit older than 18.
As the duo approached the monitor, Trunks popped in the cassette. The title screen came up, followed by a pic’ of a woman, bear naked.
Goku and Trunks started to drool.
The monitor showed a naked man come up and place his member right into the womans crotch.
Goku and Trunks started to get bulges in their pants.
“Hey, Trunks, you know what your mother’d say if she ever found out you were watching these?”
Trunks replied, “You know what Chi-Chi’d say if she found you were watching a lurid, animated video?”
Goku nodded, “Guess we’re even.”
“Y-A-A-A-AW-W-W-N-N!”
Goku whispered to Trunks, “Quick, turn it off! Pan’s coming!”
“Whatcha watchin’?” Pan asked as she came up.
“Uh … nothin’!” Trunks ventured.
“Right! Sure! We weren’t watching any anime, or nothin’ like that!” Goku added in. Then he whispered in Trunks’ ear, “Maybe next time we should spring for the magazines.”
Goku developed a huge sweat drop when Trunks replied, “They’re under my bed.”
****
Later that night….
“Ooohh, man!”
Trunks leaned over. “Why do I have these feelings, now?!”
Trunks was alone in his room. He sat on his bed, wearing his traditional uniform (black shirt, khaki pants, blue bandana), sans-trenchcoat. It was late at night, and his male urges started to kick in.
“I know!” He thought. It was risky, and it was sickening, in a way, but what better way to exxagerate his need. Besides, there weren’t any other women within 5,000,000 miles, and he SURE AS HELL wasn’t going to turn gay.
Trunks snuck out of bed. He peered into Goku’s room — sound asleep, and sueeounded by food scraps. That meant that Goku’d been on another food binge — he wouldn’t wake up for hours.
Then Trunks moved on to Pan’s room, and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” came the muffled reply.
“It’s Trunks.”
Pan’s door opened. “Whaddaya want, Trunks? It’s late.”
“I want to show you womething.”
Trunks and Pan stopped in a room down the hall. Once in it, Trunks locked the titanium-reinforced door.
Trunks took a few steps forward and fell right on top of Pan.
He pinned her to the floor as she struggled to get free. “Trunks?! What the Hell are you doin’?!”
Trunks held a hand up in front of her face. “Make one sound and I’ll blow off your friggin’ head.”
Pan settled down.
“Now,” Trunks continued, “first thing’s first.” He placed a hand on Pan’s chest. It was somewhat flat … but it would do.
Trunks’ hands started to glow … and then he fired off a tiny energy blast. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt Pan, but it did manage to disintegrate her shirt.
“Trunks, what are you–!” Pan was cut off as Trunks put his mouth on her breast and started to suck. It was a slow motion, every so often stopping to tug on the by now rock-hard nipple with his teeth. He moved across her chest without lifting his mouth from it, moving on to her other breast. He did the same to this one, except now he pinched and flicked Pan’s right nipple with his large hands.
“Trunks … you …” Pan was speechless. All the better for Trunks.
He stood up and kissed her. His tongue explored her mouth. His lips moved all over hers.
“Trunks … we … we’re having … sex …”
“That’s right!” Trunks not-so-tactfully replied.
“But … I’ve never …”
Trunks didn’t care. “Hey, Pan,” Trunks began, “let’s play a game. I’m going to do something to make you feel good, and this thing will make me happy, as well.”
Trunks stood up and unzippered his pants. He then lowered them, as well as his boxers, and showed Pan what he meant … Trunks had a huge erection.
Pan gaped.
Trunks shoved the head of his penis into Pan’s mouth, and jerked off the rest. Within a minute he was ejaculating.
“Okay, Pan … it’s choice time. My dick’s blocking your mouth, so you can’t breathe. The Saiya-Jin have a great metabolism, that even one who is only and quarter- Saiya-Jin, like you, have. But, even so, if you don’t get some air within the next 20 minutes, you’ll suffocate and die.The only way I’m gonna move cock out of your mouth is if you swallow the load. So, choose — cum, or death.
Pan knew that Trunks could hold his end of the “Death” bargain, and quickly gulped down his creamy white substance.
“Good girl.”
Pan nodded.
Trunks bent down and lowered Pan’s shorts down to her knees. He slid a hand into her silky-white panties. He ran a finger up and down her swollen vagina. Trunks knew that she was feeling pleasure, too.
Pan eyes flooded with concern as Trunks moved the head of his penis right down next to the entrance to her dripping cavern.
He began to move it up and down, up and down, sliding over the surface of Pan’s swollen clit, sometimes threatening to invade her vagina, but never succeeding. Pan started moaning. Trunks could feels surges in himself, as well, and he was determined to be in control, here. He sped up the strokes of his shaft on her pussy, as Pan started gasping.
Pan couldn’t hold it in anymore, and climaxed. The touch of her honey dripping all over his penis made Trunks come, as well. It didn’t go in … the semen only ran along the inside of her legs, and trickled down her thighs, staining the carpet below them. Trunks didn’t want to be discovered, so he made some quick hand motions and activated ….
“BURNING ATTACK!” This lit the carpet into a quick blaze, which was instantly smothered by the ship’s air pressure system. “Bingo,” Trunks thought, “no more carpet.”
Trunks looked up at a clock. He wanted to get enough sleep so that Goku didn’t know he was up so late. “Time to do this for real,” Trunks thought.
Without warning, Trunks shoved his aching member into Pan’s wet and dripping cunt. What he didn’t take into account, though, was the one thing that he didn’t know about Pan’s sex–life. She had claimed ot have had “over 50 boyfriends, at a time,” but the sad truth was … Pan was a virgin.
Pan screamed in pain as his super-hard Saiya-Jin dick tore through her especcially strong Saiya-Jin hymen. The pain was too much to bear! Pan was crying, in anguish, in pain!
In angish, in pain. The shock of this turned the air around Pan into a bursting wall of Ki-flame, and then condensing … turning her hair gold, and her eyes green! Pan was now a …
“Super Saiya-Jin!” Trunks was surprised. Then Trunks was hurting. This was Pan’s first time … both at sex, and at Super Saiya-Jin. She couldn’t control herself. The convulsions of Pan’s pussy threatened to tear Trunks’ dick right off!!!
Trunks had to figre out a way to defend himself, so he turned Super Saiya-Jin, as well. But nobody knew the effect of having two Super Saiya-Jin having sex … they had completed a circuit in themselves, and their energy blazed around them even more powerfully then before. They had now both become Super Saiya-Jin Level 3. But neither of them could handle the power … when Trunks awoke, moments later, he would find that the energy outburst had used up all of their reserves, and completely disintegrating everything they were wearing.
Trunks looked down at the unconscious Pan, now completely naked, and picked her up. He held her horizontally (with one hand latched onto her left breast, the other one poking into her slit) and carried her to his room.
Trunks kissed her breasts one last time, and opened up his closet. He took out a little headset, and placed on her head. Trunks pressed a few buttons, and the Capsule Corp. Mind-Wiper Machine ™ did it’s work … Pan would now remember nothing of this night.
Trunks brought Pan to her room, dressed her, and placed her on her bed. He went back to his room satisfied … he had lost his virginity and turned SSJ3, and all in one night!
****
The next morning, everybody awoke with a smile.
“Hey, guys …” Pan plodded to the breakfast table. Goku’s plate was loaded with Chi-Chi’s trademark “Internation Special Breakfast”, a dish composed of foods from around the world. Pancakes, Miso Soup, Omelettes … etc.
“Ohaiyo, Pan-chan!” Goku looked up from his food to his granddaughter. “You look so weak today! So ya better eat up … here, you can have the rest of this!” Goku indicated the 7-and-a-half foot tall pile of food.
Trunks looked concerned. “What’s wrong, Pan?”
Pan replied, “I just had the most disgusting dream of my life, last night.”
Trunks had to struggle to not laugh. “What was it about?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Trunks’ secret wouldn’t be discovered for years to come, and the discoverer was Pan, so nobocy else ever learned of it. The only evidence of the situation was a smoldered spot on the titanium floor down the hall … and Pan’s missing hymen.
