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The Prince\'s Princess: A Tangled Web	By : lam2m Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Tangled Web

Chapter 2

Just in case Trunks couldn�t help her, Bra had a secret plan. There was no way she was going to miss her chance this month. If she had it her way she would fuck Vegeta everyday, and she knew he wanted her just as much.

Vegeta walked down the hallway to his gravity chamber, excited to train. As he walked, Bra�s scent suddenly appeared; the prince inhaled deeply. He scowled, knowing that he couldn�t train without his focus, and she just stole it all from him. Just as he sensed her ki behind him, her arms wrapped around his neck from behind.

"Hi Papa," she purred in his ear, and felt his body tense.

He was shocked by her sudden actions, especially the sexual scent she gave off, but he was anxious of getting caught by his son or wife. His eyes tried to close, as her hot breath hit his ear. �No, now�s not the time," Vegeta regained his demeanor, and attempted to shrug her off, but she gripped him tighter.

"Come on, Papa, how about I train with you?" She lightly kissed the back of his neck, causing his breathing to accelerate. Vegeta held in a growl of anger at his own body�s actions.

"What the hell do you think you�re doing?" He jerked away from her and turned with a glare. His voice was still cold, but that would not deter Bra.

She smiled, "What the hell does it look like?" Bra grasped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, grateful he didn�t fight her. Since last time she forgot what a great kisser he was, and the memories were nothing compared to it now. She found herself getting hotter, and her hands slid across his chest, feeling the taught muscles under his shirt. As she delved deeper into his mouth with her tongue, she felt his hands firmly grip her small waist.

Vegeta was waiting desperately for this to happen again, and found himself almost losing control. His hot daughter�s hands grasped the waistband of his pants, and he was shocked at how hard he was and how eager he was to take her.

Bra broke away from his lips and quickly lowered herself to her knees as she pulled at his pant buttons.

"Bra, not here," he said authoritatively, but Bra ignored him. The Saiyan-jin prince never used to mind getting sucked off in the middle of the house. Even years ago, when Bulma�s parents were walking around. Hell, he fucked her on the kitchen table, and had her mother walk in them and he didn�t give a fuck. He didn�t like these feelings of having to watch out for someone else. Bra�s tongue ran down the length of his rock hard cock, causing his old darker ways to resurface. As his daughter�s mouth wrapped around him, he grasped a handful of her hair, and forced it deep into her throat. He panted, with his head tilted back up against the wall, as she continued. �Where the fuck did she learn this?!� Vegeta gripped Bra�s hair tighter, which only made her suck harder. "Fuck," he half growled, half-moaned in complete awe of the sixteen-year old girl�s skill. If there was one thing Bulma was good at it was going down on him, but Bra was on another level. His eyes were closed tight, and he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Bra was somewhat surprised at herself as well, because she went down on a guy before and hated it. But with Vegeta, she wanted him all in her mouth, and was trying her best to make him come. She heard her prince gasp, then moan and tasted his sweet cum. She let it run over her tongue, savoring the taste before swallowing it all.

"I�m home!" Bulma�s voice echoed through the hallways, nearly giving Vegeta a heart attack. For the first time, his legs felt weak from his orgasm.

"Fuck," Bra cursed, knowing she wouldn�t get to have her turn. She quickly stood and wiped her face, and smiled as her mother spotted them.

"Hi Momma," she smiled innocently.

"Hi honey. Vegeta, are you okay?" Her husband�s face was flushed and he was breathing really hard.

"Papa just worked out," Bra said calmly, covering for him.

Late that night, Bra knocked on her brother�s door. She wore a tiny nightgown, just incase she ran into Vegeta.

"Come in," Trunks called from inside. He was at his desk doing more work in just some sleep pants.

"Still working?" She took a seat on his bed, as his eyes remained focused on the computer screen.

"It never ends. So what�s up?"

"I was wondering if you ever found any answers for me."

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I�ve been so busy it�s slipped my mind, but there may be a way."

Bra leaned forward excitedly, "Yeah?"

"Goten said his dad is planning a big camping trip, and he�ll invite mom."

She frowned at the back of his head, "She won�t go." In fact, Bra doubted anything could get her mother to go again. Until about a year ago, she was a sex fiend, but hopefully menopause was kicking in and curtailing her libido. When her father wanted sex, he got it. But recently she didn�t know if they�ve been having sex at all.

"She�ll go," Trunks said. "She hasn�t seen Goku-san in a while."

"On a full moon?"

"I don�t think they�ve been�you know doing that as often."

Bra smiled at how uncomfortable he was talking about it, but then again when he was a kid he walked in on them numerous times, and not even in the bedroom.

"So then, are you going?" She asked.

"I don�t think so. I�ve got a million of things to do here."

"Okay, I hope it works," she placed a hand on his shoulder, and felt his muscles tense up.

Trunks didn�t look at her purposely due to his earlier reaction.

"You�re so tense," She placed her other hand on the other shoulder and slowly massaged the muscles. "You shouldn�t be working so much."

Trunks tried to relax, just so that she would stop faster, but her hands moved to the back of his neck. His eyes shut and he gently moaned from her caresses, but her hands gently left his body. He slowly looked to her, seeing her in the little nightgown, and quickly turned away again.

"Night, Trunks."

"Goodnight."
Bra thought nothing of Trunks� actions throughout the day. The Capsule Corp president was in his 30s, but thanks to his father, he didn�t look a day over 20. Trunks put his head in his hands and sighed. He was being held to impossible standards thanks to the genius of his grandfather and mother. Sure he was smart, but Dr. Briefs and his mother were freaks in their intelligence. But his mother seemed to inherit her mother�s lack of common sense at times.

And now he was having inappropriate thoughts about his little sister. He would give anything for some crazed enemy to show up�but it wasn�t like he�s do much thanks to his lack of training.
Bra returned home from school to see her mother setting the table for ten people.

"Uhh, what�s going on?" She hated when her mother invited business clients over for dinner, but not as much as Vegeta.

"The Sons are coming over for dinner tonight. I have some stuff Son-kun can use on his camping trip."

"Are you going to go with them?"

Bulma laughed, "No, I�m a little too�mature for that."

In her late 50s, Bulma still wouldn�t admit she was old. Her age had no bearing on her vanity, which remained untouched.

The doorbell rang and Bra went to answer, it was Gohan, Videl and Pan. "Hello," she greeted and guided them to the living room. She noticed Gohan looking around as she led them.

"Bra, where�s Vegeta?"

That was a surprising question. She looked questioningly into his eyes, but he quickly averted her gaze. Pan also kept her eyes to the ground, not really even greeting her.

"Uh, I think he�s in the GR."

"Can you tell him to finish and get in here," Bulma, not hiding the annoyance in her voice.

"Hai," Gohan quickly replied and left the room. Bra looked to Pan, who was blushing for some strange reason.

"What�s with you?"

"Nothing why?"

Bra crossed her arms, �What the hell was going on?� Videl and her mother were having a little conversation like normal, but Pan and Gohan were acting weird.

"I�ll be right back," she said to her friend and went in the direction of the GR. She reached the GR and stood on tip toe to the small porthole window. Vegeta was laughing and Gohan looked pissed, then they began to talk. She couldn�t hear a word.

"What are you doing?"

"AH!" She shrieked out in surprise to see her brother. "Damn it, Trunks!"

"What are you looking at?" He shouldered her aside to look in the window.

"I�m trying to figure out what they�re saying," she pushed him back out of her spot.

"Why do care what they�re talking about? What�s going on?"

She grasped her brother�s shirt even though he was a good foot taller than her. "Damn it Trunks, be quiet!" He involuntarily smiled as she pulled him closer to her, but she quickly let go as the gravity room door suddenly slid open.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Vegeta glared at them.

"I was just leaving," Trunks said walking quickly down the hall.

"Mama says to get in there with the others," Bra said quickly and then looked to Gohan. His eyes looked calm, and back to normal. Vegeta and Gohan noticed her studying him. She wordlessly looked to her father with a look that said she knew something was up, and then she turned and left.

Gohan looked to Vegeta, who was visibly pissed.

"She�s a smart one," Gohan said quietly, but then heard the prince growl.

"That brat!" He was going to teach her a very harsh lesson, especially when she thought she had control over him.

As much as Gohan hated himself for it, he was curious of what the prince would do to the girl. He was grateful that he wasn�t alone in his situation.
Pan winced in pain as Bra grasped her bruised arm.

"What�s this?" The blue haired girl asked, running a finger over the discolored skin. It wasn�t a wound from training, maybe mildly resisting someone who was much stronger than her. She was getting her answers, damn it.

"It�s from training," Pan wrenched her self from Bra�s surprisingly strong grip. The young girl smirked, it all made sense now. But the image of Pan and Gohan in her head was something that made her head spin. She wondered how Gohan knew what was going on with her and Vegeta, and if he told Pan.
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