“Bingo,” Trunks thought, “no more carpet.”
Trunks looked up at a clock. “Trunks … we … we’re having … sex …”
“That’s right!” Trunks not-so-tactfully replied. xnx Besides, there weren’t any other women within 5,000,000 miles, and he SURE AS HELL wasn’t going to turn gay. “It’s Trunks.”
Pan’s door opened. 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 snuck out of bed. He sat on his bed, wearing his traditional uniform (black shirt, khaki pants, blue bandana), sans-trenchcoat. Sure! Trunks had to figre out a way to defend himself, so he turned Super Saiya-Jin, as well. “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,
