That's not my sister. Trunks reminds himself. He watches Bura leave a trail of clothes on her bedroom floor, speaking on the phone with one of her girlfriends as she empties the various shopping bags she carried into the house. He watches her laugh carelessly and sit at the edge of her bed, her red crop top with spaghetti straps and red skirt match and gleam under the bright white lights of her bedroom. Trunks watches from outside Capsule Corp, his body stiff as he sits on a high tree branch with a clear view of Bura's bedroom window.
She really isn't his sister. He's the only child of Capsule Corp's heiress Bulma Briefs and Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans. In his timeline, his father is dead. He fathered no more children. His mother is almost 50 and cannot bring more life into their shattered world. Therefore, that young lady over there isn't his sister. Just as he is not the same man as Bura's brother.
Maybe their genetic material is similar, but surely that's not the only thing that constitutes a familial link. He will admit that Bura is his father's daughter, but that's because he is fucked up. Trunks is fucked up and has unresolved daddy issues, so that's why he considers the only Vegeta he knows as his father. But he has his own mother back in his own timeline, and she is her only son. Her only child. Bura is not his sister.
I'm fucked up for even thinking about it. Trunks sighs. His long lavender hair, tied at the nape of his neck, moves as he flies quietly and knocks against the window pane.
Bura looks around, not even considering to try and read his ki, and finally spots him. Her eyes widen and she smiles, carefree.
"Hey!" she gets up and walks over to the window. She lifts the latch and opens it. "Fancy seeing you here".
Trunks hovers in front of the open window for a moment, feeling like a vampire that's just floating outside his victim's bedroom. He reminds himself that's not his sister, he doesn't have a sister.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
"Duh!" she responds and steps back.
Trunks is in her bedroom. It smells sweet, like artificial flower scents. Brand new clothes are strewn around the room. Trunks can feel the other ki in the home: Bulma, his dad, the other Trunks. But she focuses on Bura, on the tiny speck of energy radiating from within her. He hides his ki. Not from her, there's no need: from everyone else.
"Excuse me" he says, and his boots touch her carpeted floor.
"So, what brings you to my room in particular?" Bura asks, walking away from Trunks and barely looking at him over her shoulder. Does she do it on purpose? He doesn't know. Her almost bare shoulder lifts delicately and her face is framed by it and the light blue curtain of straight hair.
"I just wanted to catch up with you before I leave" he says.
"No way, you're leaving?" she stops and looks at him sternly. "You can't leave so quickly! Did Daddy say anything mean to you? I'll set him straight!" she promises.
"Ah, no, no" Trunks extends his arms towards her, but doesn't touch her. He moves his hands in front of Bura but doesn't make contact. "No, father... your father didn't say anything mean to me. No one said anything mean to me".
"Hmm, I doubt it" Bura says. "Daddy can have a big mouth sometimes" she grabs Trunks' wrists and leads him to the edge of her bed. Trunks sits down and she lets go.
He looks up at her. That's not his sister. That's just a sixteen year old he knows. Bura smiles at him.
"So you're here to tell me you're leaving soon?" she asks, walking towards her vanity table.
"Yes" he lies.
"Aw" she sits on the cushy chair and looks at Trunks reflected on the mirror. She moves her hair to the side, resting all of it on her shoulder. Does she know that he's looking at her exposed shoulder like he's hungry for it?
"I really wish you would stay longer. Everyone likes having you here" she starts removing her earring.
"Everyone is really kind to me" he says. He tries to look up from her shoulder, but he can't. Trunks is searing the memory in his head.
"You're so polite, too" she adds with a giggle. Bura puts down her earring on the table. "My brother doesn't really act like you" she moves her hair back and stars removing the other earring.
"We're different people" Trunks says.
"Tell me about it" Bura giggles again, placing the other earring on the table and looks at Trunks through the mirror. "He can be such an asshole sometimes".
"I'm sorry".
"You have nothing to apologize for" she frowns. "I have to admit I can be a little bit of a nightmare too" she raises an eyebrow and looks away from Trunks. "I'm always telling on him" she ties her hair up, and now both her shoulders are almost completely exposed. The spaghetti straps remain as the sole companions of her dainty shoulders. No visible muscle, just her soft pale skin. "And I'm always trying to flirt with his friends to make him uncomfortable".
Trunks stays silent. He finally looks up from her shoulders and they look at each other through the mirror. She smiles at him.
"You're not gonna say anything to me?" She asks.
"About what, Bura?".
"About how that's wrong".
Bura turns around on the chair and looks at him curiously. Trunks puts a long lavender strand behind his ear, but his hair is so fine and straight that it just slips out again.
"It's not my place to say anything. I'm not your brother" he says.
"I guess" she answers. Her ponytail brushes her back and she gets up.
"I'm just trying to get a reaction from him sometimes. It's not nice to feel ignored".
"But what would you do if you did get their attention?" Trunks asks.
"Their attention? You mean my brother's?".
"No... I mean, if his friends would pursue you. If they would push past the fact that you're his sister, and they would flirt back. What would you do?".
"Huh" she looks surprised. "I never thought about it" Bura admits. She sits next to Trunks at the edge of the bed and he holds his breath. "No one has dared to go very far, you know? Because of Trunks, and mom, but mostly because of Daddy".
Right. Daddy.
Trunks exhales softly though his nose and looks away from Bura. He feels her hand near his face and he flinches.
"Ow, sorry" a strand of purple hair leaves her fingers. "I was just thinking about how similar our hair texture is, I shouldn't have touched it without permission".
"No, it's fine" Trunks feels his cheeks redden. "Sorry, I was taken by surprise".
Bura giggles "No way! I took you by surprise? A great Saiyan warrior?" she runs her fingers through his loose hair. "I'm stronger than I thought".
"I'm sure you have your strength" Trunks says.
"You don't need to lie, it's fine" she laughs. Her fingertips bury themselves in his hair until she feels his scalp. She rakes her fingers down, following his hair, until they're trapped between his warm scalp and the bit of cloth he uses as a hair tie. "I don't want to be strong and I'm not ashamed of it".
"You shouldn't be. Gohan doesn't want to be strong either" he says. Maybe a little venom slips out. The Gohan he knew needed to be strong, so he tried his best to be. His Gohan didn't have a choice. His Gohan did his best, all alone. As far as Trunks knows, his Gohan was the best version of himself. Maybe not the happiest, but certainly the best.
"Oh" Bura raises an eyebrow and pulls her hand out of his hair. "Do I notice a little something in your voice?".
"No, not at all" he lies.
Bura looks at Trunks intensely, getting closer to his face little by little. She stares into his eyes and doesn't even blink. He feels the tip of her nose touch his.
"Do you dislike this Gohan a little?" she whispers.
"No" Trunks lies again.
"A little... a tiny, minuscule fraction of yourself... does it hate this Gohan?" she presses against his nose, she presses with her words.
Trunks remains silent. Bura moves back a little, but her face leans to the side. Her glossy lips don't touch him, but she whispers directly into his slightly parted lips.
"Don't you hate these dorks they've turned into? This Gohan... This Trunks..."
She's playing with him. He can tell. Maybe she does this to her brother's friends, coworkers, maybe she plays with them like this until she gets what she wants. But he wants her too, he does want to give her the attention she craves. Trunks wants to give her attention and more.
"Don't call him that" Trunks responds.
Bura moves her face back a little, enough to look at his eyes. "What? This Gohan? This Trunks?".
"I'm Trunks" he says. "He's just your brother" Bura doesn't have the speed to see it before it happens, before Trunks closes the distance and his lips brush against hers. It's quick but it's soft and delicate.
Her eyes open wide and she freezes in place, her face reddening slightly. And as quickly as it happened, it stopped. For a moment she wonders if she imagined it.
Bura's fingertips touch her own lips, trying to find evidence that she was just kissed. She looks at Trunks, bewildered, hoping to see in his face the answer. But he's just looking at her sternly, not blushed, not flustered.
"Did we just-?" she asks.
Trunks doesn't answer. Her heart races, thoughts swirling in her head. Her first kiss. With him. Not his brother, but- no, not her brother. Just Trunks. Older, long-haired, brave and battle-scarred Trunks. Shit, maybe he has a problem with her age. Everyone has a problem with her age. Especially Daddy, even if he lets her dress however she wants, Bura knows she's constantly pushing it.
No one will touch her.
Well, maybe not no one.
Maybe... maybe he will.
"Trunks" she calls out to him. She sees him respond, move slowly towards her. "Trunks" she whispers and raises her arms to rest them upon his shoulders. His hands are on her exposed waist and she's never felt like this before. That's not her brother. His brother could never.
Trunks leans forward and she parts her lips, feeling his touch her undoubtedly. He is soft and sweet, like a real first kiss should be. Bura moves her head and lets her lips smush against Trunks', she feels his warm breath mixing with her own, his lips now wet with her saliva.
He doesn't let go of her waist but he pulls back, watching her open her eyes slowly.
"Is that okay? Are you okay?" he asks, real concern behind his eyes.
"Good" she smiles. "I want more" Bura whines softly as she pulls him towards her, her arms locked behind the nape of his neck. It's Bura who presses her lips against him a little forcefully, who leans against his chest and pushes herself against him. Trunks doesn't move an inch, not even when his hands on her waist would be better suited on her back. If she wants him, she can have him. But she has to want him.
Bura opens her mouth slightly and her tiny tongue brushes against Trunks' lips. She feels her tongue tickle, a warm sensation traveling up from her tailbone to her neck, and when she finds Trunks' mouth slightly ajar she slips her tongue inside and caresses his. She wants to moan but she doesn't when he moves his tongue against hers, when the scent of his saliva makes her feel tingly and strange.
Bura isn't sure what to do, but that never stopped her before. Trunks isn't refusing her advances, but he's not doing much but respond either. Is he doing it on purpose? She can't tell.
She moves slightly, her chest pressed against him moving up and down, trying to find a rhythm to soothe the dull ache in her nipples.
"Please touch me" she begs against his mouth. "Trunks. Please" Bura kisses him again, not wanting to feel her mouth empty of him.
Trunks seems to relent, to move slightly to accommodate her body against him. His hands move and Bura gasps when his big strong hands grab her a little too strongly. Trunks pushes Bura against him, one hand on her lower back, one hand pulling on her leg. She's sitting on his leg, straddling it. She trembles with the strange contact of her inner thighs against his muscular leg, the quick rub when he pulled her on top making her lower stomach burn with a strange need.
"Bura" Trunks whispers. "Your ki".
"Hm?" she asks, moving her hips forward to feel the rub again.
"Your ki. Don't increase it".
"I'm not" she gasps. She moves her hips again and again, it feels so good to rub herself against his leg, to feel her chest grazing against his insanely hard muscles. Muscles her brother doesn't even have, probably.
"You are. It's fluctuating" he says, and holds her hips with both hands so she'll stop moving. Bura whines, wanting more, but looks at Trunks in the eyes and stops. She's flushed, her lips are red and shiny, her body is tense and needs more.
"We can't, unless you control it".
His hand touches her bare stomach. She feels her muscles tense.
"How do I keep my ki down?".
"Breathe" he asks. She takes a deep breath, and feels her chest expand, and his hand against her skin. It's not helping. Bura wants his hand under her top, under her panties, everywhere.
"Bura, focus. Breathe. The energy you feel inside, hide it" he instructs. She takes another deep breath. "It won't go away. You just keep it simmering under the surface" Trunks presses her soft flesh until it hurts a little, right along her diaphragm.
"Good" she doesn't know how she's doing it. But if she's doing it, and that means they can touch a little more, that's all Bura can ask for.
"Can we do a little more?" She asks.
"We can do as much as you want".
Trunks lets Bura adjust herself on his leg again, lets her lean against his chest and wrap her thin weak arms around his neck. He allows it and monitors her ki, trying to ignore how quickly and shallow her breaths are coming in, how tiny the noises are trapped and extinguished insider her throat. His hands move and Trunks lets his palms rest on her back, feeling her move against him, using him for her pleasure.
She's done a better job controlling her ki in ten seconds than he's done in months of training with Gohan when he was fourteen. Back then, with so few humans left in the world, he never even thought of the opposite sex. Or gender, or whatever it was. His world was his mom, Gohan, the Androids, and thousands of lives at risk. Nothing was sexy or attractive back then. He was wholly traumatized, and not even when Android 18 flashed him when he caught her clothes shopping in a destroyed mall surrounded by human corpses, did he ever feel the slightest hint of arousal.
But Bura... Trunks didn't know. Didn't want to think about it. She wasn't frail, and she wasn't cruel. Her voice was soft and squeaky now, her lips against his neck, as she moved her hips relentlessly trying to find relief.
"Trunks" she complained. Bura bit him softly underneath his jaw and he gasped. "I'm here".
She demanded attention. Trunks placed his hands on her back and moved them up to the hem of her crop top.
"Arms up" he said. Bura obeyed, lifting her arms almost lazily. Trunks removed her top and let it fall to the ground. Her chest was somehow paler. Her breasts were small, two tiny mounds of soft flesh with the tiniest puffy nipples he had ever seen. Very light pink, like her glossy lips.
"If you look at them too much, and in silence, you're going to make me feel self-conscious" she complained, moving an arm to cover her breasts with the underarm.
"No, don't do that" Trunks said sternly, like when he instructed her to lower her ki. "Let me see them" he grabbed her wrist and Bura exposed her chest to him again.
Trunks moved his hand up and down above her sternum, letting his thumb and little finger graze against the tiny curve of her breasts. Bura looked down at her chest and held her breath when Trunks placed the palm of his hand against her left breast. He could clearly feel her heartbeat, the soft nipple against his palm. Trunks moved his hand up and down, a little harsh at first, but then lighter until all that was touching was his palm and her hardening nipple, pushed up and down.
Bura gasped when Trunks dipped her back slightly, holding her with a steady hand in her lower back, enough to bury his head between her breasts and kiss her soft skin. Bura closed her eyes, her hands grabbing his impossibly strong arms and pulling his cropped jacket off of him. Trunks helped her, but his mouth didn't move away from her chest. His lips found her hard nipple and he licked it, feeling the slight resistance of her malleable skin, to then suck it hungrily when he heard his jacket hit the carpeted floor and Bura's hands touched his exposed arms.
Bura held her breath but then remembered that she shouldn't, that she needed to keep her ki down. Her breaths were shallow, but she controlled herself despite the heat in her lower abdomen demanding she scream. Trunks sucked on one nipple while his hand pinched the other. It made her whine softly, complaining about the delicious pain for his ears only. Bura held on to Trunks' muscular arms, impossibly strong.
"Trunks..." she whimpered, her usually pale face now blushed up to her ears. "Why are you still... so... dressed...?".
Trunks laughed against her tender breast and opened is mouth wide to get as much of it as possible in. Then he slowly closed his mouth, enough to leave the imprints of his teeth like a halo around her tiny tit.
"Ow" she mock-complained, pushing him against the bed. Trunks laid down, and Bura looked down at him with a small smile.
"Look at you..." she crawled on top of him and straddled him completely. "You pervert".
She grabbed the hem of his black tank top and pulled it up a little. She caressed the insanely defined muscles of his stomach, her fingers moved down from his perfect navel to follow the barely visible trail of golden purple hairs until they disappeared under his belt.
"You might not care, but" she began, and Trunks lifted his arms to let his fingers play with her nipples again "you're the best dressed man in our family".
"We're not family" he reminded her.
"Aren't we?" she asked, teasing him. Her back arched a little when she felt a pulsating heat make her tremble against his hands. "Ah" she tried not to moan.
"Are you sure you want to talk about this now?" Trunks asked, feeling her tremble on top of him. He moved his hips up a little and Bura bit her lip when she felt him shift against her thighs.
"A little" she pulled his tank top further. She ran her hands up and down his pecs, catching his nipples between her fingers and squeezing them slightly. "Do you want me to... not talk about it?".
Trunks gave her nipples a stronger pinch than last time and let go. He took of his tank top and threw it on the ground. Bura looked down at him, marveling at his ridiculously perfect physique. She craved a little more attention. "I was just thinking that your arms feel like Daddy's".
Trunks didn't expect to hear that, but he also didn't expect how little it bothered him. He felt himself get hard, and Bura probably felt it took between her legs.
"I don't think about Daddy like that, though" Bura said. "I know it's messed up to bring him up" she moved her hips, swaying against Trunks' bulge. "Especially because he's your Daddy too".
Trunks let out a very low groan. Bura pressed her palms against his firm chest and lifted herself up from his crotch.
"Take my skirt off".
Trunks obeyed, his hands finding the zipper behind her back very quickly and peeling off the red skirt off of her body. Her white cotton panties were soaked. She smelled heavenly.
"Bura" Trunks sighed, palming her butt softly. Then, again, he grabbed her butt a little more forcefully. It fit in his open palms, soft and squishy. "Don't mention Dad again".
"Or?" She teased.
Trunks gave her a firm but careful slap on her buttcheek.
"Ah!" Bura squeaked. "I can't mention Daddy, then?".
Trunks spanked her again.
"Ah!" Her hips swayed forward, her pained voice ringing in his ears. She made it sound so sinful.
"Let's switch places" he said, and didn't wait to hear a response. He placed Bura on her back, moving her up so her head was resting on one of her intricately decorated pillows. Bura lifted her hips, and Trunks grabbed her legs to place each on top of his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her thigh, feeling her squirm with pleasure. Trunks' fingers rubbed against the hem of her panties between her legs. "Can I?" he asked.
Bura nodded, and felt Trunks fingers move behind the cotton cloth, slowly exploring her. She squirmed, unsatisfied, wanting to feel Trunks' fingers everywhere at once.
"Don't tease me" she whined. "Or I'll tell Daddy". The spank was quick. Bura wondered if her skin was already deep red, his fingers marked just as his teeth had done around her small breast.
"I think I deserve a spank here" she pouted, her hand rubbing under her mound from above her cotton panties. "Please".
"Please what?" Trunks asked.
"Please Daddy".
Trunks slapped her, and she moaned softly, grateful for the friction. Trunks grabbed her hips and kissed the outside of her underwear, his nose breathing in her scent. Bura squirmed in his hands, her hips moving up desperately.
"Haven't you been taught that patience is a virtue?"
"No, Daddy" Bura said, and sighed in pleasure when Trunks slapped her folds. "Please. Please, I can't- I don't want to wait anymore".
Trunks grabbed the hem of her underwear with both hands and pulled it down slowly. He lowered her legs onto the bed, rolling the moist panties down until they were completely off.
"Are you sure you can't exercise some patience, Bura?" Trunks asked.
Bura spread her legs, lifting her hips, showing him all of herself.
"Fuck patience" she hissed. "Fuck me".
Trunks shook his head, but she saw the hint of a smile on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. Bura opened his mouth for him, she wrapped one arm behind his neck and tried to undo his belt with the other.
He couldn't just do what Bura pleased. That was the problem, she was used to everyone bending to her will every time. Trunks helped her undo his belt, and felt her hand clumsily pull down his pants and underwear.
"Hold on, you'll hurt yourself" Trunks placed a palm against her folds, rubbed her up and down, and then pressed his ring finger very slowly against her opening.
"Ughn" Bura held her breath. No, she had to control her breathing. Keep her ki down. "That's...?".
"That's one finger" he said. He felt her clamp around his ring finger, pulsate against it, wet but ridiculously tight. He moved it slowly, in and out, curling it slowly against her walls.
"It feels good" she sighed. "It burns a little".
"I'll stretch you, baby" Trunks said, moving his finger out of her almost completely, keeping her small opening stretched to push in a second finger. He pushed very slowly, his fingers coated in her slick.
"Ah... ah, ah" Bura couldn't speak. It hurt and it burned a little, but his warm fingers left a trail of heat inside her that only made her want more. "I like it when you hurt me a little".
"Do you?" Trunks asked, pushing his fingers as deep as they could go. Bura nodded with a soft 'hm-mh' and he curled both his fingers.
"Ahhh!" Bura thrashed around, she felt like her pussy was gushing.
"Your ki, Bura. Don't make Daddy angry" Trunks said, curling his fingers inside her over and over.
Bura tried to concentrate, her body tense with pleasure and pain, and she felt some light inside her brain push something down. Her arousal didn't diminish, but it was as if her inner glow stayed focused on her lower stomach.
Trunks began moving his fingers in and out of her. He noticed a little blood mixed with her lubrication, and he pulled out his fingers to lick them clean with a hunger he had never felt before.
"Trunks" she complained. "I'm empty" she whined. "Be inside me again".
"Okay" he said. "Let's see if we can fit me inside you".
Bura felt goosebumps travel up her back. She wanted to see him, to see it, to watch the moment he put himself in.
Trunks pulled down his trousers and underwear, not bothering to take them off completely. He pulled out his cock, and Bura watched him stroke himself with the same fingers that had been inside her moments ago. She felt desperate for him, she felt her nipples ache, her pussy throb and her mouth water. She watched him pull back his foreskin and wanted to suck him off as badly as she wanted him to rip her in half.
"Please, please, please" she begged.
"Patience" he repeated.
Bura lifted herself up on her elbows, hooking her legs around Trunk's waist. She wanted to see, the mixture of excitement, fear and panic echoing in her ears. She bit her lower lip, her mouth watering at Trunk's hard erection as it rubbed her folds up and down, teasing her.
"Are you sure?" Trunks asked. He lined the tip against her opening, but didn't push. Bura felt her insides pulse with want, with need. She appreciated Trunks' concern, his change of pace in search for her comfort.
"Yes" she breathed out.
"It might hurt" he warned. "Tell me to stop anytime" his hands rubbed her legs softly, lovingly. It only made Bura want him more. Despite their little sex talk, allowing themselves to be cheeky and playful, he was still the same serious, polite guy she had always found attractive. He was different enough from her brother in appearance and personality that their genetics truly didn't bother her.
"I will" she nodded. They locked eyes, and she smiled at him. "I'm ready".
Trunks pressed the tip against her opening, his hand leading his cock steadily. Bura felt the pressure and for a moment it seemed like an impossible task to get his cock inside her tiny opening. But she heard him grunt, and his other hand rested upon her mound so his thumb could softly caress her clitoral hood, and then his tip entered her.
"Mh" Bura didn't want to complain, didn't want him to stop. She kept her legs hooked around his waist, she looked down even though she couldn't see much. But she saw him, and felt him, and it felt like enough.
"I'm sorry" Trunks said, pushing in. It hurt, it burned, it was pleasure and pain all in one. She was so small, so tight, that despite their extensive foreplay she could have never been ready to take him in one push. So Trunks didn't push further, and stayed half-way in.
"I can feel you" she sighed, trying to focus on what felt good. "Does it feel good for you?".
"Ah, baby" Trunks kept moving his thumb over her clit in small circles. "This feels like heaven".
Bura blushed. Her own hands palmed her nipples and she played with them, feeling the hot warmth of Trunk's fingers making her insides spasm. She pushed her legs a little, pulling Trunks deeper inside her. He waited patiently, moving slowly in and out, as far as Bura's body would let him.
Trunks found a slow rhythm, his hips moving in a pace that allowed Bura to stretch around him and allow the pleasure to surpass the pain. Trunks had never slept with a virgin woman, and there weren't many women in his world anyway. He knew enough from his homeschooling education despite the horrors, and from one long chat with Gohan (his Gohan, back when he still had both arms) when he told him about how important it was to be kind to women. Trunks understood, years later, that Gohan had stopped so many rapes that it messed him up emotionally.
"Ah" Bura pressed the back of her hand against her lips. She was blushing, her body glistening with a layer of sweat. "I think..." she managed to gasp. Trunks increased the circular movements on her clitoral hood, his thumb moving rapidly and swiping directly at the small sticky nub to stimulate her. "Ah, ah-" she closed her eyes tightly.
Trunks moved his hips forward and he was suddenly in, all the way, hilted inside Bura as she came. Her walls spasmed around him, squeezing him, almost pulling him further in. Her hips raised as she felt her body be hit with waves of pleasure. Trunks felt her ki increase but kept quiet, enjoying the feeling of her orgasm.
Bura opened her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Her ki lowered instantly, she noticed she had been squeezing her own breasts a little too harshly, so she let go. She watched Trunks, his hips moving slowly, and his hands now grabbing her waist to pull her closer.
"Oh" she managed to say. "Oh, fuck" she felt so full of him. Stretched to the max, every bit of her full with Trunks, his hot erection rubbing against her slick walls. "A little faster" she asked.
Trunks obeyed, his long hair coming loose over his well-defined shoulders. Bura thought he was too beautiful, it made her choke with want. She tried to keep quiet, letting small squeaky noises leave her throat, small moans escape her lips when the heat inside her was too much to suppress.
"Good?" Trunks managed to ask, watching his cock enter her over and over again, her small opening stretching for him, her slick and a little blood on his erection as he pounded into her faster and faster each time.
"Yes, faster" she asked.
Trunks lifted Bura with his strong arms, and she quickly wrapped herself around him: arms holding on to his neck, her legs firmly hooked around his waist. She kissed him deeply and felt one of his hands holding her lower back, the other moving soothingly on her back. He was deeper now, or so it felt like her, and her pussy ached with real pain but also with a heat that was all need, all want, all pleasure.
She felt him move her up and down, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and Bura moved her head back when she felt like Trunks rubbed something inside her that felt like a hot jolt of electricity running up and down her body.
Then, he hit it again, and again. The heat pooled inside her, and she found refuge in the crook of his neck, her lips against his skin so she wouldn't be too loud. Trunks moved his hips up, his hands holding Bura a little harshly now, burying himself inside her, feeling her throughout his length as she pulsed and squeezed around him.
"Ah, Bura" Trunks moaned. "I think I'm... I think I'm-" he could barely catch his breath, his movements even faster now, rough, a little violent. Bura took it all, her fingernails scratching his back as he coaxed another orgasm from her.
"Don't pull out" she asked, her lips against the soft skin of his neck.
"Bura-"
"Don't" she held on to him so tightly that Trunks wondered if he could pull out, and Bura's teeth grazed against him in a soft bite. But he didn't pull out, and came inside her with a low grunt. Bura felt him twitch inside her, move in a way she had never felt him move before, filling her up with his hot sticky cum until she was so full of him that her body spasmed in pleasure at this new feeling.
Trunks pulled Bura up, feeling his cock slide out of her. His spent dripped down her legs onto his lower stomach, almost light pink from her virgin blood.
She kissed him on the lips and Trunks helped her lay down on her bed, lying next to her.
"I wish I could take you away from these people" he whispered onto her face before peppering her blushed face with soft kisses. "That I could take you with me".
"You're so silly" she rubbed her palms against his chest. "I wouldn't last a day in your depressing-ass world".
Trunks chuckled, and Bura got up from bed and took his hand. "Come on, pussy destroyer, let's take a shower before Daddy realizes what we've been up to".
Trunks got up and gave her but a soft slap as they walked to the in-suite bathroom of her room.