A Cool Change

Let me Breath the air…With her

Trunks was drinking in the sight of Pan on his little cot. He was contemplating, brining her to the large resort area on the other side of the island so that they could share in a luminous bed; wanting that more than anything about right now. But still he loved being with her in their little hut. It was not everyday that he could be allowed to stare at his woman without hindrance. As much as he wanted to fight with what he had imagined was right for Pan, or him, or his family, or the company, none of that mattered anymore. He felt a familiar pull of possessiveness that he had toward her. That was stronger then he ever remembered and it was definitely not in a platonic fashion.

Trunks traced his hands down her toned legs. Careful not tickle as much as touch her. Her skin was entirely too smooth, slickened with hint of moisture. The air was thick this close to the ocean without central air. He rubbed his hands along side of her bottom, and Pan moaned slightly in her sleep; though he knew she was not sleeping anymore.

Her ass was very taught, and he knew she loved it being rubbed, though he hadn't any idea of that before. Pan lazily rolled back over to her side and gave Trunks a one eye peek. The lazy smile on her face was encouragement enough.

Trunks reached down and kissed her; enlighten the passion that was simmering still. Pan fit so easily in his reach, though she was a head shorter then he, she fit him better than any woman.

Trunks teased her with his tongue and Pan graciously battled him with a kiss which was not as passionate as much as erotic and naughty. Trunks grinned as he completed the kiss, dominating her.

There bodies so close and still craving one another, he positioned Pan and easily filled her again. Slowly, he moved inside going deeper, with a determined stroke. Pan gasped as she was filled to brim with Trunks.

Each stoke was languid and purposeful. She hitched each time he slowly pulled out and then painstakingly came back, strong, steady, and even strokes. As he did this; her legs opened up and were spread even further apart by his hands; until Trunks was positioned so that his hands were on both sides of her and her legs in the crook of his arms.

Pan began to thrash her head sided to side as; he went deep and slow, building up to a crescendo. Pan however, couldn't take the slow pace as her orgasm built. "Please, faster, go faster Trunks!" she begged.

Trunks didn't know if he was ready to oblige his mate at that moment, enjoying her torment a little while longer. The ability to power up in increments, made this little game even more intriguing. Pan was slick with her need, and the tight friction he created was only enhanced by his ability to grow larger. Though this was more of a tactic in sparring, his muscle fibers building upon each other, the Super Saiyan factor also increased his girth and length. Trunks was never able to do such things with humans, and though Pan had only recently shared such pleasures, he knew that her body could accommodate him without causing trauma.

Trunks then began to oblige Pan with increasing his tempo.

"Oh Kami, Oh Kami!" Pan yelled out her pleasure. Too bad she didn't bother with his name; he would punish her later over that tidbit. He slightly checked with the fleeting thought, she brought out such different feelings in him, he never was so sadistic.

"Pan I love you," Trunks thrust at the same time proclaiming his lover for her, all thoughts of getting her back for calling out to god, forgotten. He was jolted as he came hard inside of her; capturing her lips in a searing kiss as her walls convulsed around him.

Pan's heart had never clinched as hard as it did then when Trunks cam and proclaimed himself to her. It was almost more than she could bear emotionally. She felt like crying and screaming at the same time. "Oh Trunks, I love you, I love you so much." She said in between kissing him back and taking heavy breaths.

Trunks settled in the crook of her neck, kissing, almost tickling her with his breath. "Marry me Pan?" he asked

"Yes Trunks, yes I will." She replied equally breathless.

Pan didn't expect things to move so fast, but with Trunks most things ran efficiently when he wanted them. He could dictate with the best of them. Pan hid her mirth when this thought passed over her thoughts.

One of the reasons Trunks had stayed on this side island were the fact that warrior monks lived here. They practiced their Buddhist religion, and Sword fighting. That was the draw to this particular island.

Their union ceremony was more a blessing than a wedding. Trunks had registered them at the large hotel and in the huge suite on the top floor; three monks came to bless them. Both Trunks and she were wearing their kendogu. A photographer took a few pictures and before she knew it everyone left. Pan sat bemused in their room wondering what the hell had just happened.

Trunks had closed the door on the well wishers and monks and sat down next to Pan at the table. He grasped her hands and kissed her finger tips.

"Don't worry Pan that was not our wedding." He told her without preamble.

Trunks smiled briefly as she sat in wonderment at him. She knew that those pictures were going to hit the wire faster than they could blink. She would not be surprised if they were not already uploaded and streaming the internet.

"You know our parents' will probably be here shortly to see what the hell we are doing." He told her

"I don't really think they would be concerned as much as you think, I mean they knew this was going to happen." She explained her reasoning.

"Yeah but I think they were hoping to plan our wedding." He said laughing.

"Why do I not feel as worried as you sound?" she asked.

"Because we both know that this was not a wedding, and after the shock they are going to realize that. But they have to show up. The press is expecting it and that will be what my mother will expect..."

"So, we just pulled our first publicity stunt?" she asked in jest, knowing the answer.

"It was a sweet gesture wasn't it?" he asked still holding her hands, and he continued to kiss her fingers.

Pan could only smile. A traditional wedding would be forthcoming, but in the mean time Trunks had solved their little issue. Pan could no longer be worried about coercion. No one knew why she had become a stronghold of Capsule Corporation, while taking over Satan. However, such a dowry given to a bride's family was a common enough practice in Japan. However, it was not anyone's fault that the dowry would actually go to Pan instead of her family. She had only just inherited her holdings sooner due to Videl's' delicate condition.

"Ah such a predicament, eh Trunks? You know we really should make sure that little JR still gets his share of Grandfather's legacy."

Trunks lifted a brow, "JR?" he asked

"Yeah my little brother, or sister," she explained.

"Hmm, well we have time and we must meet with some estate planners, but right now I don't want to think about anything except kissing you.

And he gathered her to him he pondered how long he had tonight to bring her to heights of passion in a real bed.

The parents would be there soon.

"And I love you best, you're not like the rest, you're there when I need you're there when I need, I'm going to need you…."

Trunks began to sing the other song. Trunks had waited all his life to have a woman like Pan. He wished he had known sooner that she was going to be with him. It wasn't a familiar thing to know the one you love for their entire life. How lucky for him that his world was working out in such a perfect way.

Trunks slide the lock on his phone that he had been charging since they first gotten to their room. Trunks texted his mother knowing she would receive the message and stop the deluge of family. Tomorrow would come soon enough for him and Pan.

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