Meet me in outerspace

We could spend the night, watch the earth come up

I've grown tired of that place, wont you come with me

We could start again

I will hold you close, If your afraid of heights

I need you to see this place, It might be the only way

That I can show you how, it feels to be inside of you

How do you it, make me feel like I do?

Oh, You are stellar…

"Stellar" by Incubus

Pan eyed him then, in all his glory. His dark hair was moving slightly in the wind, as they were still several hundred feet in the air. She knew his body, the way he moved, the way he smelled, one hundred tiny details that she longed to know in full. It had only been sideways glances until now. She hadn't known a man in a long time…but to know the Saiyajin prince was an entirely different book all together.

She pressed her mouth to his roughly and felt him respond immediately. It took her breath away, his need and his eagerness to express it to her not just on a sexual level. He knew what he was doing. His hand slipped to the small of her back, supporting her, but it drove her wild. It was intimate without being sexual, it was a caress, a promise. He looked into her eyes and shoved her to him.

The sight of the tops of her breasts pushed up, creamy white and un-tanned, peeking out of her top made him want to take her right there. He sucked on her slightly parted lip, and began to peel off her pants. She made no move to stop him, and wove her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. She pulled, jerking his face back to hers and he bared his teeth, loving it. Then he took her swollen lips for his own.

His hands traveled over the curve of her ass, the round slope of her thighs. He felt the muscle there and was thrilled at the prospect of having those thighs wrapped around him, not holding back. He found her pussy with his calloused fingers, and she moaned against his neck as it slid over her clit.

"Ah, woman…" He spoke tenderly as he felt her wetness, and she heard his soft murmur. She began pulling at his waistband, and feeling at the cut indentions at his hips. The fluttering of her fingertips was making him think only of her taste, her smell, her eyes and lips, and the two of them at the edge of the planet, the end of the world, the last day on earth.

Vegeta peeled off his shirt, the corded muscle rippling beneath his skin with the movement. She knew his body in a history of sideward glances, a thousand shirtless sparring sessions when the dew was still on the grass. She breathed heavily. Her prince, she would finally know him. She caught his nipple with her teeth, and gave him sweet touches of her mouth all the way to the last abdominal muscle. His belly was smooth and defined. He was unchecked primal machinery, his body was clockwork, and she loved it.

With deft hands she found his manhood. He let his eyes slip closed at the joy of it as she caressed him. He felt her tongue at his tip, and opened his eyes in time to see her take him inside her mouth. He marveled at how sweet she looked sucking his dick.

He pulled her up, and ripped off her shirt, just like that. She hissed at the sudden action, but not violently. It was turning her on, extremely. She powered up to Super Saiyajin and swam in the look of Vegeta's eyes, as he realized her intent. He followed suit, but went Super Saiyajin 2. He had never been at such a heightened state doing anything intimate. The raw unbridled power swept around them both, making the air electric.

He pulled her to him, wrapping her legs around him. He grasped her bottom with a firm grip, and he inhaled sharply when she rocked her hips into his, his dick sliding over the sweet spot between her legs. The swell of her breasts, the curve of his hips, everything down to the dip at her collarbone was begging for his mouth. He growled as she raked his back and shoulders with her nails, expressing her need.

"You'll be the death of me, woman." He whispered hoarsely against her exposed neck, and took her earlobe into his mouth. Pan blushed at his voice against her, the low intimacy of it, and once again gripped the nape of his neck. She knew he liked that.

With one last look into her eyes, he moved her over his dick. She held on to his neck, and he supported her by holding her hips. Pan looked around at the Saiyajin twilight, the endless land around them, and the grounds of Vegeta-sei, everything spread out beneath them like tiny pinpoints. The breeze made goosebumps raise up on her flesh. Her nipples were two pink mounds. Her senses were all awake, acute. The power coursing through them both was making everything more vibrant. She loved the feel of being inside his aura. It was sparring mixed with the sounds of lovers, and as she looked at him she wondered if he felt it to. His scent was making her drunk.

She was all his, hundred of feet in the air, in his arms. He held HER. She was at his mercy.

His head was at her neck as he pushed into her. She moved her hips against him, feeling him enter her in one swift moment. She cried out, and bit her bottom lip. He moved in and out of her, slowly like a caress, and each moment of their rhythm was better than the last.

She gave up on being modest, and was soon bucking her hips, begging, writhing against him. She could feel the grip of his hands becoming more intense. She arched her back and let him speed up.

Vegeta slid his hands over her exposed stomach, watching the whiteness of her breasts bounce with his movements. Her nipples were swollen, her eyes were shut, and she was a goddess. Was she even aware? Was she aware of the sweet feeling of her tight opening, gripping him in a way no one else could?

He slid his finger to her clit as he pounded into her, loving her little moans, her pleas. She was fluid movement, her hips demanding more, fitting him like a glove. He could feel her stress building, the honey of her pussy making their dance all the more intoxicating.

"On this day I will make you mine…" he breathed into her neck, softly in Saiyajin. She caught his words, words spoken between lovers.

She screamed as he bit into her neck, her power shifting, and she exploded into Super Saiyajin two. Startled, and overcome with emotion, he rocked into her, fingers tight of her hips, as far as he could go. He could feel the muscles of her gripping him, singing a song of release, comfort, infinite joy, closeness and seduction. Her orgasm was a wave of intensity. He felt every second of her. Her eyebrows were knotted up, her lips partially pouted as the release at level two coursed through her.

"There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right…"

The sweetness of her look and the way she folded into him, after coming, was enough. He wrapped his arms around her, eyes wide, and prayed to god that she couldn't see his expression as he came. The great prince's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, he was…overcome again. He was a young man again, experiencing the first trembling touches between young lovers…she was, realigning the stars of his past.

"It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight…"

Her breath was soft heat at his neck. She slipped her lips over his skin, and bit down. He hissed at her gesture, that she returned his bite. The act gave him an extreme amount of carnal pleasure. Did she know the full extent of her actions? How her small act drove him wild with want, even still?

He was brought down by her. She was land and he was a drowning man.

"My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah…."

"Echo" by Incubus

She laid her head on his neck then, content, the both of them high above the earth below.

He ascended slowly, still in level two, feeling like a predator, a king and a hunter. He carried his woman, his Pan like the pieta almost, rubbing his fingers at the soft slope under her knee, the other at the crook of her elbow.

He took her inside the palace, nothing but moonlight sliding through the high columns, the crystallized mural above them glinting in the low light.

He set her down then, in his own bed, and nuzzled against her. He was a thousand small gestures praising her in all the ways he knew how. His hands lingered on her belly, her wrists, the rise of her breasts, anything, everything.

Vegeta ran his hands along the length of her long legs, moved them apart slowly, and his tongue found her opening. She closed her eyes and only knew his touch.

He lapped at her clit lovingly and with devotion, until she came hoarsely, trembling against him. The night came like a velvet blanket around them both, and Vegeta slept curled around his woman far past the rise of dawn the next morning.

Okay guys, now, don't break my heart, please review. This chapter was put out with love! I really love those two incubus songs and you should totally download them if her you have never heard of them. They inspired me with this chapter. Im not really one for song fics, but I used them here for…thoughts kind of, it tells their story rather well I think…hopefully not too mushy.

But anyway like I said, don't break my heart. This is for all of my faithful readers along the years and the new ones that have shown the love as well.

Hope this wasn't too graphic. ;)

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