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Bad	By : WickedInnuendo Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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.

Special thanks to Gokusgirl and ~R, this chapter would still be in the �brainstorming� phase without your emails.

BAD Chapter 5 -
HisPerspective

�So man, how long have you been banging my sister?� My best friend asked cocking a lavender eyebrow directly at me. I felt my features suddenly blanche as I cleared my throat in preparation to speak my honorable intentions toward his much younger, drop dead gorgeous sister. This was definitely not the scenario I had planned. The silence was broken by the familiar hearty chuckle, escaping from Trunks� pursed lips as he slapped me none to gently on the back.

�I�m just messing with you,� he laughed, �But you should�ve seen the look on your face, you look like the cat that swallowed the canary. If I hadn�t known any better�I tell you. So, anyways, have those rugrats been giving you hell at the office today?�
�Actually, I stayed home today. I had some use or lose days to cash in on,� I snickered, sucker punching him in the breadbasket.
�Ow!� he winced, protectively clutching his side. Seeing my puzzled expression, he confessed, �Dad kicked my ass this morning. Worse than usual, I think it had something to do with B-chan.�
�Speaking of B, I wanted to talk with you about her,� I timidly began, not really wanting to have this conversation with him just yet, but I promised B I would, and a promise is a promise.
�What? She�s been kicking your ass again; you really should train more often than once a month. You�re losing your edge, old man.� He jested as we walked down the hallway leading to the front door.
�Well,� I started, scratching the back of my head wondering where do I begin. I had been mentally rehearsing this conversation in my mind all day, but now the words seemed to fail me, trapped in my mouth, unable to leave.
�It�s okay, I assumed as much. There�s no shame in having your ass kicked from here to B.F.E.* and back�twice by my much younger, much smaller, baby sister. You know, she�s been training every morning with father since she was a chibi in pig tails,� Trunks informed me in a smooth matter of fact tone.
�You�re one to talk,� I countered, jabbing my index finger into his sore ribs.
�Asshole!� He gritted, glaring icy blue daggers of death at me.
�Man, Trunks, you�re my best turd, I wouldn�t shit you for the world,� I joked, reaching into the back pocket of my loose denim jeans for my wallet. I fumbled through its compartment searching for one of the few spare emergency senzu that I always kept there and tossed it to him.
�What�s got you all smiles and sunshine today, Goten?� my best friend inquired, thankfully accepting my senzu peace offering and popping the bitter bean into his mouth.
�I was hoping we could go somewhere to discuss the reason for my�how did you put it, �smiles and sunshiny-ness�,� I told Trunks, meeting his crystalline gaze, hoping he could read the seriousness in my face.
�We can talk once we get there,� he reached for the front door, opening it.
�Alright, but where�s there?� I asked walking around to the passenger side of the shiny black, modified for racing, Viper capsule car.
�You talk too much, just sit back and ride.�
�Trunks, where�s there,� I impatiently asked for the second time.
�There. There is where your surprise awaits you,� he deviously smirked.
�So, you�re not going to tell me?� I asked one more time, knowing he wouldn�t, but asking nonetheless. Trunks Briefs was set in his underhanded scheming ways, always the undercover jokester extraordinaire. I wonder what�s up your sleeve tonight, my friend? If it�s anything similar to any of your other surprises/gifts, then I hope to Kami it involves nothing of the sort.
�Am I that transparent.� He asked turning the ignition and cranking up the volume on his Puddle of Mudd CD, my cue to shut up and ride.
*~*~*~*~*~
�So this is your surprise?� I asked, looking around the familiar walls and open stage of our favorite hangout Sandy�s indoor/outdoor club, from a table adjacent to the dance floor.
�No, but we have about half an hour until it gets here. So, what did you want to talk about?�
�Where should I start,� I thought aloud, taking a large swallow of my apple martini. �It�s about Bra actually.� I began, �She and I have been se��
Trunks� attention immediately turned away from me as feminine caf� au lait fingers snaked through his meticulously combed lilac tresses. Burgundy lips invitingly whispered hushed hellos in the form of delicate kisses on his earlobe. He craned his neck around to properly return the beauty�s affection, pulling her down into his lap.
Somewhat distracted by Trunks and his flavor of the week, I was totally unaware that someone had sat in the seat directly besides my own, until I was jolted back to reality by a hand on my shoulder and the sweet floral scent of woman�s perfume. I looked from the hand resting there to the bright jade colored eyes and warm smile of the woman sitting beside me. Feeling somewhat bewildered, I looked to Trunks� mystery woman and her doppelganger sitting next to me, doing a double take. Twins.
�Hi, I�m Tamara,� she spoke tucking a loose chocolate colored tendril of tightly spiraled curls behind her left ear.
�Ya, I�m Goten,� I answered blandly, scooting my chair away from this mysterious stranger.
Trunks chose at that moment to break his tenacious lip lock, his date sliding into the empty seat besides him. �Surprise,� he said, looking from Tamara to me then back to Tamara. �I was talking to Tia about you and how you�ve seemed to fall of the face of Chikyuu so we thought it�d be a good idea to reintroduce you to the world of the living.� He turned to towards Tia, �You�re here early Tia.�
�You weren�t complaining a minute ago,� his sassy date commented, receiving a smirk from Trunks.
�Oh�Tia � Goten, Goten � Tia, Tamara � Goten, Goten � Tamara,� Trunks quickly spoke, introducing the identical twins to me.
�Nice to meet you,� Tia said, reaching her graceful hand across the table, grasping mine in a firm handshake. �I�ve heard such great things about you.�
�Can I get y�all something to drink,� interrupted a petite underdressed red haired barmaid, a mild country twang lacing through her speech.
�Bring me a Heineken,� called Trunks� date, Tia.
�Give me two double shots of Jim Bean 151 straight up,� Tamara began, �Hmm, can I get a Flaming Dr. Pepper, too.� Trunks, Goten, Tia all simultaneously turned to stare in disbelief at Tamara�s odd drink order.
�What?� Tamara innocently asked, realizing all eyes were focused on her. �Do I have a booger on my face?� she asked, wiping her nose with a napkin lying on the table.
�A little thirsty much, sis?� Tia inquired to the exotically attractive mirror image of herself.
�It�s just two shots and a drink, Tia. Don�t get your panties in a bunch!� she snapped to her sister.
�I�m not wearing any,� Tia countered, earning a small chuckle from Trunks.
�Easy access, eh?�
�Bitch!� Tia glared from her seat on besides Trunks.
�I love you too, Tia,� Tamara sarcastically added, crinkling her nose and sticking her pierced tongue out at her sister.
At this point the barmaid had returned with the drink order. She set the green long neck Heineken bottle in front of Tia, then placed the double shots of JB, a third shot of Jack Daniel�s, followed by a tall amber mug filled to the rim with draft beer and a pack of matches.
�I thought you ordered a Flaming Dr. Pepper,� Tia asked, her voice betraying no hint whatsoever of malice from their earlier spat.
�Ignoramus. Watch and learn,� Tamara snickered. She dropped the shot of Jack, shot glass and all, into the chilled mug of beer, while we gazed on with discombobulated expressions plastered on our faces. She struck one of the matches and slightly tipped the concoction on its side, setting the snifter afire. She quickly blew out the cocktail, downing the warm alcoholic beverage and chased it with both double shots of 151. �Tastes just like warm Dr. Pepper,� she grinned, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin, which was etched with the club�s logo.
�Kami, Tia, you are so ghetto. Do the letters A.A. mean anything to you?� questioned Tia, looking at her sister in sheer shock. Though the pair were identical in every way, their personalities were like night and day.
�Quit trying to kill my joy Tia. You really need to learn to party with your inner bitch, then it�ll be all good,� Tamara laughed, a warm rose hue touching the apples of her cheeks.
�You know what Tamara�� Tia initiated then was cut short by her sister.
�I�m wicked,� she interrupted nonchalantly, bobbing her neck in perfect rhythm to club�s music.
�Oh please! Can you just pretend to have some home training?� Tia quipped, ire apparent in her emerald eyes as they scowled across the table.
�Pardon my ass all the way to the home for infinite losers little Ms. �I�m the shiznit because I have an Ivy League education�,� Tamara retorted, seeming highly amused at her sister�s obvious indignation and embarrassment.
Trunks and I just observed the pair in awe, finding the argument quite entertaining in the same fashion that men enjoyed watching bikini clad females wresting in lime jello.

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Tia began to speak but was cut off as Tamara raised a palm and turned around in her seat, declaring, �Talk to the hand, �cuz the face won�t hear you.�
�Urgh! You�re impossible,� Tia grated through clenched teeth, and then turned to Trunks, �C�mon, I want to dance.�
�Um, alright,� Trunks sighed, sad to see the show end. He followed his date onto the center dance floor and the attractive couple began to cut a rug to the live band on stage, performing popular cover songs of well-known bands.
Tamara laughed as her sister left, and then turned to me, informing me, �Just so you know, I have no intention whatsoever of going home with you, so don�t even go there. And if you so much as come into my personal space, I�ll turn you into a eunuch.�
I let loose a sigh of relief; relaxing in my seat as I released a breath I didn�t even realize I was holding. �I was just about to tell you the same thing,� I countered, �except for the whole eunuch part.�
�My sister does this to me every other month or so,� she began.
�Does what?� I asked, her comment striking my interest.
�Tries to fix me up,� her voice slurring slightly as the effect of the alcohol touched her speech.
�I see.�
�She refuses to believe that I have no interest in the opposite sex. Tia�s always trying to convert me. I wished she just accept the fact that I�m a lesbian.�
�Oh,� I said, sudy fey feeling like her therapist instead of her very unwilling blind date.
�So, what�s your story? I�m defiantly not picking anything up on my gaydar,� her inquisitive eyes met mine, trying to figure out my story.
�Gaydar?� I laughed.
�C�mon,� Tamara asked, elbowing me in my side, �What�s your story.�
�Honestly?�
�Naw, unhonestly. Of course honestly, dummy,� she laughed.
�My heart belongs to Bra Briefs, Trunks� kid sister,� I admitted; glad to confess my relationship to someone.
�Thee Bra Briefs? You�re not talking about that blue haired hot mamma. Bullshit.�
�I bullshit you not.�
�Say swear to Kami.��
�I swear to Kami�
�You�re not serious.�
�I have some seriousness going on here. She�s my girl. I was suppose to tell him tonight about us, but I don�t think I�ll be able to pry those two from each other,� my eyes fixing themselves on Trunks and his date.
�Right, right. Well, maybe later. Let him get liquored up some. He might take it easier that way. If you promise not to feel all over my ass, I�ll let you dance with me,� she laughed.
�No thanks,� I politely declined, taking another sip of my apple martini.
Refusing to take no for an answer, Tamara grabbed my arm and her sister�s Heineken, urging me to the dance floor. I was reluctant at first, but I did finally agree to join her.
�C�mon, G. N. No parking on the dance floor.� She laughed, dancing a foot or so in front of me.
�What?� I asked, her obscure lingo puzzling me.
�dance already, silly.� Tamara explained.
I shook my head, thinking if you can�t beat �em join �em. I kept one eye locked on Trunks� lavender head. Tamara and I had barely been on the dance floor a three full minutes when some drunken yuppie stumbled into her, sending her careening into my chest. Tamara spilt what was left of her sister�s beer all over the front my polo shirt. The bottle fell to the floor shattering into a hundred small shards.
�Clumsy idiot box!� she snapped at the person who pushed her.
�Are you alright?� I asked.

She She pulled her face away from the crook of my neck, mumbling a quick, �I�m good.� Then quickly spun around to see the maladroit yuppie drunk that had inadvertently pushed her into my arms.
�I�m sawry puurrdy laady,� he slurred. �Diddit mean to doo dat. Jus� pud umm git yourselfs nother dink on me,� he said pushing a fifty zeni bill into her hand. She snatched the bill from him and turned back to me.
�Maybe I should let some more of these corporate farts run me over. We could make a killing, � she jested. �Whew, this is almost enough to get my buzz on with. I�m fixing to get another drink, what�ll you hav�� her expression went blank as she reached her hand out to the collar of my shirt. �Oh, I�m sorry, I put Crimson L�amore all over your shirt.�
�Crimson L�amore?� I asked.
�My red lipstick. Clumsy bastard, I�m sorry,� she scowled at the drunk making his way into the men�s room.
�Don�t worry about.�
�You sure?� she asked, guilt quickly flashthrothrough her bright eyes.
She did a little boogie-shimmy number as she danced her way across the crowded towards the bar. �Hey Goten!� she hollered at me, her voice practically lost in the music emanating from the speakers. �Get over here!� I followed Tamara to the bar, sitting on an empty stool beside her. �Hey,� she began; smiling at me with the hokiest grin I�ve ever seen in my life.
�Huh?� I asked, subconsciously reaching my hand up to scratch the back of my head.
�You don�t mind if I call it a night, eh? I told my girlfriend I�d ove over as soon as I could ditch who ever my sister tried to set me up with this time �round. The sooner that I can get over there the better, if you know what I mean,� Tamara explained, winking at me and elbowing me in the side for good measure.
�Fine by me. I don�t think Trunks has any plans to finish our chat any time soon.�
�I�m a little faded,� she giggled. �Can you drive me home? Friends don�t let friends drive drunk, right?�
�Alright,� I agreed as she tossed me the capsule to veh vehicle. She started walking towards the exit, �Hey Tamara, you want to let them know we�re leaving?�
Without skipping a beat she continued towards the exit and shouted a loud, �Nope,� over her shoulder.
~*~*~*~*
I flew the small red capsule coupe air car away from Sandy�s Club. �Hey G-Man, can you just drop me off at my girl�sse, se, it�s closer and I�m going to end up there anyways?�
�Sure,� I answered. The directions she gave were easy enough to follow. Tamara�s lady friend ending up living not to far from Bra�s house. On the ride there, Tamara sat in the passenger seat primping and touching up her make up. She removed a small bottle of perfume, spraying her neck and wrists. The strong aroma tickled my delicate senses, so I cracked the windows to circulate the air.
�The second house on the right,� she said, collecting her purse. �Thanks Goten, I had an okay time.�
�No prob.� We exited the car and I encapsulated it, handing the small cylinder capsule to her.
�You�re a nice guy. Don�t be a stranger alright, we�ll have to double date or something, okay?�
�Sounds good.�
�Good luck with her brother. It�ll work out, you�ll see. Can I call you a cab or something?�
�No, I�m good.�
Tamara waved goodbye as she entered the tri-level domed home of her significant other.
Well, I suppose could stop off and tell B how it went. I walked towards the Briefs� mansion, only to arrive to discover that the home was completely empty. No Bra, no Trunks, no Vegeta, no Bulma; just a big vacant house. I levitated up to the domed rooftop, hoping against hope that Trunks would come home soon. And there I sat there stargazing, my thought trailing to my beautiful woman. She was something special, that one. Brains, good looks, a killer sense of humor, and a mean left hook; what more could a guy ask for. Perfection at it�s best! I wonder where my little temptress is at now. Probably out blowing zeni with Bulma. I stayed on the rooftop much longer than I should have; it was time to head home. I stood, stretching my limbs and popping my stiff neck. I blasted into the star speckled night sky, allowing my Ki shield to completely dissipate so that I could enjoy the evening air whipping through my short hair and against the bare skin of my arms and face.
I arrived at my apartment before I knew it. I slid the key into the lock and let myself inside. Aw, there she is, how sweet. Bra was half asleep on my favorite recliner watching old black and white reruns. She was sitting sideways; her long toned legs draped over the side of the chair. At this moment I could honestly admit that I felt envious of thatlineliner. The emotions she could inspire in me from just sitting there in a pair of worn shorts and a top top were overwhelming. I just wanted to hold her, bury my face in her hair and inhale her distinctive sweet scent. Kami, I wonder if this woman even realizes that I�m putty in her hands. There�s nothing in the world I could ever deny her, I�m hers. Just during the short time we�ve been a together I�ve never felt so happy and complete. Memories flooded my mind of hed hod how she always would to try to gain my attention. To think, I could�ve been enjoying her affections much sooner had I not been so adamant on keeping our relationship plutonic.

�Hey, B, what are doing here?� I asked, snapping out of my reverie, then to my utter astonishment she shifted to Super Saiyan. �Why are you powered up, I don�t feel like sparring now, so cut that out before you short circuit all my appliances,� I teased, trying to break the tension. �Bra, what�s wrong,� I softly asked, and then I abruptly remembered that drunken fool and Tamara�s red lipstick on my collar. �Oh. It�s not what you think, let me explain.�

�Explanations aren�t necessary,� Bra coolly said, pushing past me to leave.

�Wait a minute Bra, it�s not what you think.� I told her, holding my hands up in my defense.

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

�Bra,� I growled, beginning to loose my temper. �You don�t know what you�re saying.�

�What, did you want to fuck it all better again?� I took her arm, whirling her around. Anger was getting the best of me as my eyes and hair dangerously flashed from black to teal and from ebony to gold as I fought to control my temper while Bra used her other arm and lifted a soccer ball size sphere of Ki to my face. �Let me go. Now,� she hissed.

I have never in my life seen her so enraged. So, I simply did as she asked and let her go. She needed to cool off and collect herself. She had to know that I would never betray her�she had to. I stared at the door she just walked out of, my heart pounding madly in my chest. No, this doesn�t feel right. I know her and I know she needs her time to calm down, but damn it�Damn it! I ran out the front door, slamming it behind myself, not bothering to lock it. My eyes immediately searching the midnight heavens for the tell tale trail of dispersing Ki. I saw nothing. I blasted off into the sky, trying to sense her presence or any sign of which direction she may have gone. I shouldn�t have let her go. Bra, where are you?

To Be Continued�

Translations
BFE � �bout fucking Egypt

Baka � idiot

Chibi � little, small
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