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Disclaimer: I don�t
own �em, nope not at all. They�re not
mine. DBZ/DBGT and any possible songs or cartoons or T.V. shows that I might
decide to add to spice things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever
mine. Right now The Offspring�s �I Want
You Bad� is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it�s not mine�damn.

BAD

Chapter 4 � Trouble In Paradise

By: Ember Maxximus

As silently as I could I slipped out of the warm bed,
searching the carpeted floor for my scattered clothing. One by one, I located each article of my
hiding garments. Much to my dismay,
only my bra and shorts were wearable. I
slid my denim shorts on, the course fabric feeling not quite as pleasant as the
silken panties lying in shreds on the floor beside my torn shirt.

Kami, at this rate I�ll be making weekly stops at Victoria
Secrets to purchase new underwear wardrobes.
Not that I really minded, the way he touched me after the ritualistic
tearing of the skivvies was more than worth it, or maybe that was his way of
letting me know he preferred me without them.
Hmn.

�Leaving so soon?� I heard his sleep laced voice call to
me. �Stay the night for once. C�mon, B.�

I slowly crawled back into the bed with him, straddling his
midsection, as he sat up to nuzzle my breasts.
Taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking me, while his hand came up to
knead the other. �No...n..not tonight,
not ever, until you tell them,� I told him, sounding not as convincing as I had
hoped to.

�Please,� he implored, looking at me with those big, dark
puppy dog eyes, �with whip cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry on top.�

�Chocolate syrup?� I asked in a perplexed voice. �You went to grocery shopping? There wasn�t any here yesterday, I
looked.� He grinned mischievously and
reached into the nightstand drawer and removed an unopened 24-ounce bottle of
Hershey�s version of the delicious condiment.
�You scheming, dirty dog, that is so not fair,� I pouted, musing over
the last time he turned me into a �Bra Sundae�. Kami, that had definitely been an enjoyable night. It�s hard to believe that it�s been almost a
month since we began sleeping together.

Taking my silence as a yes, he tore the safety seal from the
bottle and pooped open the top with his teeth, drizzly the sticky chocolate on
my collarbone. His warm mouth ascended
onto my bare flesh, setting me on fire, inside out. I had to stop this now or I�d never make it home before sunrise. I roughly pushed off his lap and stood
besides the bed. I had to; my will was
not my own when his mouth and hands moved over me like that. �Stay, just a little bit longer,� he asked
again.

�I can�t, you know how I feel.� I reminded him, sliding my bra on, �I hate lying to my family
about where I�ve been. Do you think
Trunks doesn�t notice that all of a sudden you have no interest in going out
with him anymore?� I angrily told him, reaching into his dresser drawer for one
of his clean t-shirts.

�Damn it, B, he�s my best friend! How do you tell your best friend that you�ve been fucking his
baby sister behind his back for the last month?� He argued, jerking aside the
cover and jumping out of bed.

�Fucking? So, now
I�m just a fuck now, a notch in the ol� headboard, huh? What happened with the look into my eyes
bullshit? Fuck you, Goten!� I
turned to leave, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of the door,
blocking my exit.

�I won�t let you go away mad, Bra.�

�Good,� I sneered at him, �because I�m not mad, I�m damn
irate! Now, move.� I lifted my hand and slapped him hard across
his face, but he made no attempts to move.
Again, I lifted my hand to strike him, but this time he grabbed my wrist
and slammed me hard against the door, cracking its frame as he did so.

�You are taking my words out of context and acting like a child,�
Goten growled, gripping my forearms tightly, keeping me pinned against the
door. He crushed his mouth to mine,
forcefully parting my lips with his tongue, marauding my kisses like a thief in
the night. My heart pounded in my ears
and my body pumped with adrenaline from our quarrel, I found his forcefulness
excitingly alluring and my resolve dissipated as if it never existed. �I�m sorry,� he breathed into my mouth,
releasing my arms and kissing me again.
His hands descended to the buttons of my shorts, urgently ridding me of
the offending garment.

He grabbed my bottom, lifted me up and speared his shaft
into the chasm of my hot sex, driving away any apprehension of our previously
heated words. Relentlessly, he hammered
into me, bits of drywall from the ceiling falling into his thick ebony locks as
I screamed his name over and over again.
I took no heed of these things; my only coherent thoughts were of the
blissful contentment he invokes within my being. We finished together, collapsing on the floor, drenched in
sweat.

�I love you,� he breathlessly told me, �Bra, I love you. We
can discuss the right time to tell our families tomorrow or whenever you want
to.� I squealed in delight, wrapping my
arms around his neck in a tenacious embrace.
�Now get out of here,� he jested, �I�ll see you tomorrow.�

In a daze I slid on my shorts and Nikes then plopped on the
floor beside, �Say it again, one more time before I leave.�

�It,� he said jokingly.

�Baka,� I slugged him in the bicep, �You know what I mean.�

Goten crawled over to me pushing down on my back, setting
his nude body between my open legs, �I love you Bra Briefs,� he whispered,
tasting my parted lips. Those words
made my insides turn to jelly and my heart flutter madly. I never realized three little words could
hold so much power.

I was on a natural
high, floating on cloud nine, �I love you, too,� I giddily answered back,
surprising myself. �But I have to go,
or I�ll never make it home.� He rolled
off aside, kissing me tenderly for the last time this evening.

I raced home in
record time, hastily bathing before I hit the hay, falling asleep immediately,
anxious for sunrise to come with the promise of a new day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

There is nothing quite as exhilarating as starting your
morning off out with an all out, no holds barred spar. Even though at the present I was receiving
the pounding of my life. Unfortunately,
I�ve been seriously slacking in my training the past few weeks, opting for
alternative methods to release my pent up energy. In all honesty it was not my fault. Damn that Son Goten to the home for infinite losers for being so
insatiable.

�You�ve been ignoring your training and it shows,� my father
growled at me in that deep raspy voice, utterly unique to him. Cocking his fist back he prepared to
strike. In NBA like instant replay slow
motion-ness I saw his fist coming to make contact with my eye. I attempted to block, but to no avail the
deadly limb collided with my poor blue eye.
Ouch! I think I would�ve
preferred to be struck with a sledgehammer.
Regardless, the force of his punch sent me reeling backwards, colliding
with the reinforced steel of the gravity room�s curved walls. I slumped to the ground in pile of cuts,
scrapes, and bruises. I had to fight to
maintain consciousness; blinking the creeping darkness from my visual field, I
could make out the compact muscular form of my father hovering above me with a
look of sheer apprehension painted on his normally emotionless face.

Blue wisps of hair tickled my flushed cheeks as I shook my
head side to side, trying to combat the urge to keel over and pass out. �Perhaps if you spent as much time training
as you spent doing other things, then you might be a worthy adversary again. He grabbed my upper arm hauling me roughly
to my unsteady feet. Dad ushered me to
the room�s exit adding, �Send your brother here and tell him to leave that
sissy weapon behind. A true warrior
needs only his body to fight, not metal sticks.� I nodded my head leaving father�s training room. I laughed at my father�s choice of
words. It sure is swell of him to share
his overflowing love between my brother and I.
Gee, dear ol� dad is such a charming guy, I reflected sarcastically to
myself. Makes me kinda wonder how the
�rents ended up together in the first place.
One day I�ll have to get mom to tell the tale of that tale. Not that I haven�t tried, but mom can be
quite the subject changer when she wants to be. She always manages to shift the story over to the time when she
and Goku went gallivanting across Chikyuu in search of dragonballs blah, blah,
blah and the rabbit turned me into a carrot blah, blah, blah wish for perfect
panties blah, blah, blah, anyways I�m sure their story is a far cry from boy
meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, and exchange selfless vows of
everlasting love.

�Brat!� I hear echo in my mind, startling me from my
thoughts. Urgh! I hate it when he does
that.

�Yes, Daddy.� I answer him mentally, voice dripping with
enough sweetness to cause a toothache.
I�m still pissed at what he said to me.
Slacking. Just because he
chooses to spend just all his free time in there doesn�t make me a slacker,
vacationer maybe slacker hardly.

�Ice your eye. I refuse to listen to your mother rant about
calling Child Protective Services.�

I turn around to see him standing at the gravity room�s
entrance, arms crossed over his chest in typical Vegeta stance. I choked on a small giggle. Daddy is so funny when he pretends not to
care. He�s been that way as long as I
can remember; everything has always been about reading between the lines as far
as he�s concerned. �You definitely have
a point there, pip squeak. I�d probably
pull my hair out if I had to stay one night in a jail cell.� Then I added the icing on the cake by
sticking my tongue out at him. I didn�t
wait for a reply, I made a mad dash for the entrance but not before I felt the
sting of a miniature stream of Ki zap my bottom. OW! It�s not my fault
that my knee high to a grasshopper, short shit of a father drank to much coffee
as a youngster. Tsk, tsk, tsk somebody
should have told him it�d stunt his growth.

Rubbing my sore tush, I walked past the foyer and into the
den. To my surprise my mother was there
sitting on the couch. �Bra, we need to
talk,� she called out to me. Shit! I loathe all conversations that begin with
the words �we need to talk�.

�In a sec, Daddy wants me to go tell Trunks to-�

She cocked one thinly arched aqua eyebrow, patting the empty
space on the sofa sectional behind her.
�Sit,� she gently commanded. I
did as asked, sitting beside her. She
took in my overall bruised and disheveled appearance, crinkling her nose at my
not exactly shower clean smell, �For the love of Kami, go get some ice for that
eye.� I shrugged my shoulders and
quickly went to the kitchen to retrieve some ice. I could hear my mother grumbling, �kuso gaki*, I should
report you to the C.P.S.�

I set about my task wondering what she wanted to
discuss. I somewhat hoped it was
Goten. I�m ecstatic that that big dummy
has finally agreed that it�s the right time to tell my family about us, for a
while he was completely hell bent on keeping us hush-hush. I understand his concern about Trunks. He thinks Trunks will feel betrayed, while I
believe Trunks will be happy that I�m happy.
Now Daddy�s an entirely different story, but I�ve managed to store away
an impressive amount of senzu, so it�s all good. Right? I can�t stand
deceiving my parents any longer. For
the past month, I�ve had to invent a plethora of colorful half truths
concerning my whereabouts, while the whole time I�ve been letting Son Goten
screw me senseless. Not that I�m
bitching about the latter, heavens no, but I value the closeness and openness
within my kin and it wrecks my nerves to think that this could jeopardize my
relationship with them.

�Since when does it take ten minutes to get an ice bag,
Bra?� I turn around smiling
half-heartedly at my mother.

�Gomen*, I was just in La La Land.� I sealed the
ziplock bag shut and rested the cold bag to my swelling eye.

Bulma chuckled and leaned back against the polished marble
countertop, �So, Grandma Chones*
decided to share her season tickets with you?�

�Huh?� I asked, looking at her crossly. Season tickets? Duh, I get. I bit the
inside of my cheek thinking Kami, I live in a houseful of smartasses. �I see that you and Dad both have jokes this
morning. What did you want to speak
with me about?�

She unfolded some documents and handing them to me. Great, my college transcripts. �What about them?� I asked, sounding a bit
more defensive than I intended too.

�Woodworking, air conditioning repair, English as a second
language, basic algebra, Elizabethan fashion, court reporting and my personal
favorite self defense for beginners, the only thing I see worthwhile is Mr.
Son�s political science class. You�ve
taken all these bullshit artsy-fartsy classes; you haven�t signed up for fall
classes nor chosen a major. What�s the
deal young lady?� My mother expressed
disapprovingly, her voice raising an octave with each overly enunciated
syllable. Shimatta, I think
she�s mad.

�I�m just keeping my options open. One can never be too prepared for the future,� I replied
indifferently, opening the refrigerator for a beverage.

�Bra, you speak twelve different languages included Namekian
and Saiya-go, you could put McGuyver to shame with your inventiveness, hell,
you could make an A/C unit out of a broken toaster and some bobby pins
blindfolded and Algebra. Algebra! You took Algebra when you were
eight. For the love of Kami, tell me
what�s going on inside that head of yours.� She yelled, pounding her fist
against the counter for added effect.

Forgetting my drink, I slammed the icebox�s door shut and
turned to her, �I�m sorry, is thatt yot you want to hear. I�m sorry that I�m such an underachiever and
that I don�t want to be trapped eight hours a day in an office playing
corporate bigwig with a bunch of networking cheeseburger eating brownnosers. I�m sorry that I�ve never had my own grand
tour or have had the opportunity to go traveling across Chikyuu doing as I
please. I want excitement, I want to
sleep in and stay out late. I want to
beat up bad guys and kill my own dinner with my bare hands. And I want you to get off my
back. I�m not asking for anything that
you, Dad, or Trunks hasn�t experienced firsthand.� I lashed out, not thinking
just letting loose a tirade of pent up frustration and emotions that I didn�t
really realize I had until I heard my voice speak them aloud.

I don�t think she expected that. For the first time ever I believe I rendered mom speechless. She opened her mouth to speak, but not a
sound left her mouth and before I knew it she pulled into an embrace. �Oh, baby.
I had no idea; I�m sorry�, she cooed, smoothing the back of my head as I
hugged her in return.

�Gomen nasai, I was out of place to say tha-�

�No Bra, no you weren�t out of place. How�s a little sabbatical sound? You can take a year off and go find
yourself. We�ll put everything on hold
and then hopefully you�ll clear your mind.�

Were my ears playing tricks on me? This is definitively a welcome turn of events. I tightened my embrace around her. �Arigatou, Mom, thank you.�

She released me, stepping back to look at me, �Where has time
gone? My baby isn�t a baby anymore, is
she?�
�I haven�t been a baby for a long time, Mom.�

�No, you certainly haven�t.� I could see her brilliant blue eyes through her glasses watering
with unshed tears. �Well then, I�m
going to double your monthly allowance and help yourself to any of the
capsules.�

�Thanks, Mom.�

�I have an early meeting this morning, so I need to get
going,� she said turning to walk out of the kitchen, then quickly added, �Oh
and grown or not, I�ll be on you like white on rice if you ever so much as
speak to me like that again, Ms. Bra.
Understood?�

We both laughed, she could be too much sometimes. We parted, leaving via opposite exits from
the kitchen. She left for work and I
darted upstairs to rouse my brother, but not before making a quick stop at my
room to retrieve my new toy that Grandpa Drawels* had given me, a new
state of the art digital camera complete with an internet ready mini computer.

As stealthily as I possibly could, I turned the handle to
Trunks� master boudoir. I slowly
tiptoed into the oversized room, thankful that he opted not to bring a date
home for the evening. Apparently, big
bro had fallen asleep wearing only in his Calvin Kein *Ta-tum-ta-tum�s
otherwise known as tighty-whiteys. In
his sleep, he had kicked aside his black goose down comforter. The blanket lay on the floor beside the bed
while Trunks lay sprawled on his back.
Tousled lilac locks framed his adorably peaceful face as he slept away,
collecting his Zzz�s. And that�s when I
decide to make my move. Ever so slowly
I removed my digital camera from behind my back and snapped several shots of
Trunks as he slept. Supermodel, you
better work! After two-dozen pictures
had been taken, I crept out of his room and down the stairs to my own room to
hide the camera in the safety of my lingerie drawer.

Truth be told, I had eleven great pictures of my beloved
brother doing an assortment of things including kata�s, swimming, sleeping,
working, reading, dancing and one awesome one of him decked out in his Armani
tuxedo. Now all I have to do is go
through my new photographs and choose March�s pin-up picture and my
unauthorized Trunks Briefs Most Eligible Bachelor 2003 Calendar will be
complete. And let me say frankly, Mom
does give me a generous allowance even with it�s recent doubling, but plain and
simple it just isn�t enough. So with
500,000 of these babies at 17.95 zeni a pop and then I�ll be able to quadruple
that money with my limitless knowledge of the stock market, I�ll surely be able
to finance any future excursions albeit shopping, traveling, eating, retiring
with all that dough. Oh yeah, I�ll be a
made woman.

I returned to Trunks� room, flipping on the light as I
entered. �Wake up Trunks!� I hollered
from the foot of his bed.

�Huh,� he moaned, rolling onto his stomach and putting the
pillow over his head.

�Get up, dingleberry!
I�ve been trying to wake you for a half hour. Daddy�s been waiting for you in the gravity room for thirty
minutes already.� Yep, that did
it. Trunks shot strait up from bed,
scrambling to his walk in closet for his work out gear. In about two minutes flat he was dressed and
running down the stairs, sword in hand.
I laughed aloud to myself; sometimes I am just plain evil.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Time seems to fly by when one is immersed in schemes to
fatten ones clandestine offshore bank account.
Somehow I had manage to spend the majority of my day adding the final
touches to my calendar, if my calculations are correct I should be reaping my
profits by this time next month. I rose
from my seat at my computer and stretched my stiff limbs. Kami, I need to get out of these stank ass
clothes from this morning. Lazily, I
made my way to my bathroom to grab a quick shower. Then after that I suppose could hunt down Pan and tell her the
good news and then I could hit Goten up for some nookie followed by a family
discussion. Sounds like a plan.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and started my shower
water, turning the water as hot as I could stand it. I love hot baths, the hotter the better if you ask me. The pulsating spray of steaming hot water
washed over my stiff muscles, relaxing and massaging in a quite pleasurable
fashion. My thoughts wandered to Goten,
I wonder what he�s doing right now?
Just the mere thought off him was enough to spread fluttering warmth
throughout my body. The pleasure he
could invoke in me was incomparably surreal.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to reminisce the feeling of his hands
gliding across my body, my breasts, my womanhood. I touched myself slowly, imagining my hands were his. The gentle way his hands would slowly tease
my nipples. His touches were always
wonderful, different, and never the same.
This time though I wanted to feel his touch shy and feather light at
first and then becoming bolder and bolder until I couldn�t control the sounds
of bliss pouring from my parted lips. I
slid two fingers into the warm flesh of my sex, pumping them as my release
tickled the outskirts of my senses.

�You�re thinking of me,� I heard Goten�s voice purr in my
ear. My eyes snapped open to look into
the midnight depths of my lover�s obsidian eyes. He pulled my hand away from my womanhood, bringing my fingers to
his lips and sucking my nectar from them.
Kami, was I so lost in my erotic reverie that I neither felt his energy
nor heard his entrance.

�Only on days that end with Y,� I replied, interlacing my
fingers behind his neck, pulling his nude body to mine and claiming his lips
with my urgent kisses.

�So stranger, what brings you here?� I breathed against his
neck, licking the water droplets from his skin.

�You, us�I missed you, your smile, your laugh, your touch,
and,� he deviously smiled at me, �your taste.�
His tongue paved a scorching trail of kisses down my body, going lower
and lower grazing my breasts and past the flat plain of my belly to my inner
thigh. Kneeling before me, he gently
lifted my leg; resting it over his shoulder as I braced myself for the
onslaught of sweet torture I was moments from receiving. He plunged his tongue into my welcoming
abyss. My Adonis dined on my sweet
ambrosia, licking, lapping my sensitive bud until my legs became useless and I
had to use every iota of strength to keep standing.

The things he does to me, the unknowing power he has over me
is maddening. His closeness quickens my
blood to such extremities that it�s purely inconceivable. Every smile, touch, caress, kiss is like
some blissful high that I never want to come down from. I crave his nearness like an addict covets
their drug of choice; he�s my addiction.
Although our relationship is still in its infancy, I find the depths of
my emotions for him frighteningly mind-boggling. Never in my life have I ever felt this dependent on another
living being. I love him.

My body was not my own as a kaleidoscope of gratification
danced from my toes to my hair follicles and I had the vaguest awareness of
sliding down the cool tile of the shower walls into the safety of Goten�s open
arms. Slowly, my incoherent
blissfulness faded leaving me more than aware my lover�s arousal pressed firmly
against my thigh. I shifted my body,
needing to feel him moving within me and lovingly completing me. I impaled myself on his length, beginning
our union, moving above him in a slow deliberate rhythm. �Bra,� he moaned my name, gripping my hips
in attempt to quicken the pace but I didn�t give. Claiming the sweet candy of his mouth, I kissed him deeply,
savoring the taste of him mingled with my own. Using his Ki, he levitated us up
to stand. I wrapped my legs around his
waist to keep him within me, while his grip on me increased. Goten pushed my slick body against the wall,
pumping into me relentlessly, pounding his flesh against mine in this timeless
dance. He felt so good, too good, he
felt perfect. We locked eyes, and in
his I could see all my love, passion, adoration, and want mirrored in his
charcoal depths. We finished together,
him spilling his essence into the center of my ravenous orifice as my entire
being shook and gave voice to my uncontained pleasure that he only he could
inspire in me.

�Bra, Bra, Bra,� he whispered repeatedly, blanketed my face
in sweet butterfly kisses. He lowered me to my unsteady feet, wrapping his
strong arms around my torso as mine wrapped around neck. I rested my head on his chest, mesmerized by
the lulling beat of his thudding heart.
He turned me around into the pulsating spray of the hot shower, the
water cascading down my body rinsing away the perspiration of our lovemaking.

He reached behind me, removing the sponge from its hook and
generously poured the cucumber-melon shower gel, working it into a rich lather
and began running the sponge along my, the small of my back, behind my knees,
and even the ticklish places between my toes.
But, he didn�t stop there, on the tubs rim was my razor and with extreme
care he shaved my tanned legs. Never in
my life has anyone done that for me.
Honestly, I don�t believe I would of allowed another to touch this way,
besides him. Finishing, he eased his
way back up to wash my aqua tresses.
His fingers massaged my scalp as I leaned into him, resting my soapy on
his chest. God, this was positively the
most fun I�ve ever had taking a shower, I think I can wholly empathize with
that hollering lady from the Herbal Essence commercial.

I donned my terry cloth robe, while he wrapped a towel
around his waist; we left the bathroom and entered my bedroom.

He sat on my bed wiping the water droplets from his heavenly
body. �You know,� I said sitting beside
him, placing my hand suggestively on his inner thigh, �This is the first time
I�ve had you on my bed. You want to
christen it?�

�You, my love, are insatiable, but,� he said removing my
hand from his leg and looking at the clock, �I was hoping to tell Trunks
and your parents about us, not show them.�

�Daddy won�t be home until much later and Mom and Trunks
never leave C.C. on time, speaking of which, why aren�t you at work?� I asked,
slipping into a pair of khaki short and a multi colored sleeveless shirt.

�I have a few use or loose sick days, so I�m cashing in,� He
informed me, pulling the beige polo over his head.

�Oo, which reminds me, mom�s giving me a one year vacation,
we should go somewhere. You want to go
to Key West or something?� I asked running a comb through my wet aquamarine
tresses. He came to stand behind,
wrapping his arms my midsection, chuckling softly at some secret joke. �What�s so funny?�

�You,� He breathed against my neck, planting kisses on my
shoulder.

�Me?� I turned around in his embrace, wrapping my arms
around his neck.

�You have such vibrant, happy-go-lucky, take no prisoners attitude. If you feel like doing something, then it�s
done,� he said, pressins fos forehead to mine, �Key West, huh? That�s what I�m talking about, that attitude,
that contagious outlook on life. That
is why you�re so damn irresistible. As
much as I tried to fight it, and believe me I�ve tried. You had me at hello.�

�That is so sweet, you know, for me, I think it started
forever ago when I was still a chibi, back when we sparred together for the
first time and you accidentally hit me too hard and busted my lip open and I pretended
pass out and when you came over to see if I was okay I kicked you in the nuts. You are so lucky Mom had a senzu, because if
I had to walk around the rest of my life with some cleft lip looking scar, I
would�ve found a way to maim you too,� I giggled, nuzzling my nose to his.

�You see, now that�s what I�m talking about you sadistic
little-� I lowered my hands to his but
giving it a good squeeze.

�Flattery will get you every Mr. Son,� I wickedly whispered.

�Did I mention hentai?� he added for good measure.

�Nope.� I responded matter-of-factly.

�What about ecchi?�

�You want me to show you how much of a hentai I can be?�

�Is that a challenge?� he questioned, pulling me tightly to
him.

�Only if you think you can handle it.�

�I can handle anything,� he grinned, biting my lower lip.

�Then show me the way home, baby.� He lifted his finger to his forehead to Shunkun Idou us out of
here, when a rapping was heard at the front door.

�Hey, B-chan, have you seen Goten? His car�s parked out front but I can�t find
him anywhere.�

�You drove,� I angrily mouthed at him, he just shrugged his
shoulders.

�Have you checked out by the pool or maybe the kitchen, that
friend of yours has an voracious appetite, I�ve literally seen him eat for an
hour straight.� That did it, Goten started
laughing and Trunks let himself in.

�What are you two doing in here?� He askuspiuspiciously.

�You don�t want to know.� I laughed.

Turning to Goten he said, �So, are we still going out
tonight?�

�Ya, there�s something I wanted to discuss with you.�

�I don�t know if you�re going to want to discuss anything, I�ve
got present for you. So you can thank
me now.� He said dragging Goten out of my room.

�I�ll see you later,� I said giving him a quick hug and
kissing his cheek.

�Bye.� He smiled back.

�What was that all about?� I could vaguely hear my brother
ask Goten as they trailed down the hallway.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat in a worn, comfortable Lazy-Boy recliner in the corner
of Goten�s living room, watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick-at-Nite, but
not really watching it. It was just
background noise, I suppose, something to do while I anxiously waited for him
to come home. It was nearly one in the
morning and I was worried to death about him.
Maybe, I shouldn�t have been so persistent with him. Maybe Trunks and Daddy are slowly torturing
him on some Kami forsaken island, but I would feel their Ki�s, right? I buried my hands in my face, trying not to imagine
the worst-case scenario. Happy thoughts
Bra, think happy thoughts.

I must�ve fallen asleep, because I was woken by the sound of
keys scraping against the doorknob. I tiredly
sat, smiling as my man entered through the front entrance. I stood to greet him when the scent of
alcohol and women�s Eternity perfume permeated my senses. The first thing that came to mind was I don�t
wear Eternity and when he stepped into the glow of light radiating from the
television I took notice of his tousled appearance and a strawberry colored lipstick
stain on the collar of his shirt. I
could literally feel the color draining from my face as the reality of my
situation came crashing down on me. I
must�ve looked like that stupid coyote from the roadrunner cartoon right when
he realizes he�s about to have a 2000 pound anvil dropped on his cranium. I was so furious that I didn�t even realize
I had shifted into Super Saiyan mode.

�B, what are doing here?
Why are you powered up, I don�t feel like sparring now, so cut that out
before you short circuit all my appliances.�

Time seemed to stand still as I gawked at this audacious
fool. That motherfucker, he�s lost his
damn mind. �Bra, what�s wrong,� he
asked, then he must have noticed what I had smelled and saw the moment he
walked in the door. �Oh. It�s not what you think, let me explain.�

�Explanations aren�t necessary,� I coolly said, pushing past
him to leave.

�Wait a minute Bra, it�s not what you think.� He said,
holding his hands up defensively. One
thing I�ve learned during my nineteen years of life on this planet was that if
something looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, hell if it even walks like duck,
then it certainly isn�t a damn mongoose.

�Why? So I can
listen to your pretty sugar coated lies, you little whore. I hope it was worth it.� I venomously told
him.

�Bra,� he growled, I could sense his rising anger. �You don�t
know what you�re saying.�

�What, did you want to fuck it all better again,� he
snatched my arm, whirling me around, and all I could smell was that sickening
scent of her perfume. I could hear him
growling low in of of his throat, his eyes and hair were dangerously flashing
from black to teal and from ebony to gold as he fought to control his temper. With my other arm I lifted a soccer ball size
sphere of Ki to his face. �Let me
go. Now.�

He released my arm and I walked out of his home and life, never
wanting to set eyes on him again.

TO BE CONTINUED�

In next chapter, His Perspective, we�ll learn
exactly what happened through Goten�s eyes.

Translations

Gomen - sorry

Kuso gaki � you shitty little devil

Chones � Spanish slang for underwear, my name for Mrs.
Briefs, Bulma�s mother

Shimatta - Light cuss word roughly equivalent to "Oh
no. Darn. Shoot."

Gomen Nasai - I'm very sorry

Arigatou � thank you

Drawels � ethnic slang for underwear, my name Dr. Briefs,
Bulma�s father

Ta-ta-ta-dum � mens/boys white brief style underwear. Think of the silly music in the old
superhero movies, when the hero emerges and the music plays ta-ta-ta-dum in the
background

Baka - idiot

Ecchi � pervert

Hentai � pervert

Chibi � little, small
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