Trina

Chapter Nine: The Club

Trina had to admit that she was having fun. She hadn’t been dancing in a long time. When she was with the X-men, she had been too busy saving the world. When she’d ended up here, she had focused on getting acquainted with her new surroundings and dealing with the drama of Trunks. The man she was dancing with wasn’t the best in the world, but she wasn’t going to complain.

She was quickly losing herself in the music once more when a very different pair of hands grabbed her hips. These hands held barely restrained power and pulled her back against an equally strong chest. He ground his hips into her, causing Trina to moan with pleasure. She knew who was behind her, Trunks.

“Are you enjoying flaunting yourself in front of all these men,” he ground out in her ear with barely restrained rage and desire. Smiling, she pushed back against the growing bulge in his pants, eliciting a growl from the man behind her. She swayed her hips before spinning around to face him. His purple hair was held back in a high ponytail, allowing his face to show in stark relief. He wore a pair of loose fitting black jeans and a white wife beater, showing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. Trina situated herself with one leg between his, grinding herself against his thigh as they continued to dance.

“I was just giving you a show,” she purred, a sly smile gracing her beautiful features. She let the music’s beat guide her, Trunks the perfect partner. The song was coming to an explosive climax and she ground against him with greater energy, causing them both to moan. His arm wrapped around her waist, crushing her chest against his own. The music ended with a flurry of notes, and she quickly disengaged herself from his arms.

“I better see if anyone else would enjoy a round,” she said seductively before sauntering away. She hadn’t gone five steps when she felt his hands wrap around her waist again, pulling her against his well muscled chest.

“No one is going to dance with you,” he whispered vehemently, “because I’m taking you with me.” Opening her mouth to protest against his possessive manner (which she actually found very exciting) a startled gasp escaped instead as Trunks threw her over his shoulder, carrying her from the club with a symphony of catcalls and drunken hollers following them out into the night air.

“Trunks, put me down this minute,” she yelled angrily. Getting no response from her capture, she began to beat her fists against his back and kick her feet.

“Will you stop wiggling,” he said, shaking her lightly. Giving the back of his head a vicious glare, she increased her struggles to free herself.

“That’s it. I warned you,” he said darkly before launching himself in the air. Suddenly scared, Trina hung onto the back on his shirt for dear life. If he dropped her, she was dead. She felt the cool air rush between the crevices between their bodies, causing her nipples to pucker from the unexpected temperature drop. She hoped they got home soon, because this was killing her. She was sure that Trunks could smell her arousal since it was right in his face.

She felt him gradually slow down, before he landed gently outside the front door. Never letting her free, he opened the door and quickly walked inside. He proceeded to the stairs, taking them two at a time, causing her to bounce somewhat painfully against his shoulder. She saw him pass her room before they entered his, darkness surrounding them. He walked over to his bed, dropping her unceremoniously against the soft surface, making her let out an indignant squeak before pinning her upon the mattress with his weight.

“Now where were we,” he said slyly, the desire clearly evident in his eyes.

Bra watched Trunks throw Trina over his shoulder before stalking out of the club. Well at least he’s finally taking some action, she thought wryly. Now if only a certain best friend of his would do the same. She was so lost in thought, she didn’t see the man until he was right in front of her, a scowl covering his face. Looking up into the most handsome face (at least in her opinion) that she had ever seen, she gave an involuntary gulp. Stepping back, she wasn’t quite prepared for what happened next.

One minute he was a safe distance away, the next he had her pressed up against himself intimately. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other grabbed her hip, locking her against him. An evil smile lit his face as he roughly ground himself into her, causing her to have gasp, half moan in surprise and pleasure.

“You should know better than to tease a predator, Bra,” he whispered darkly.

“Maybe I was trying to entice the predator, Goten,” she whispered seductively, desire lighting her eyes. A slow, sensuous song began to play and the couple softly swayed against one another. Goten’s hands slowly wandered up Bra’s body, lightly brushing against her breasts before cupping her face. He drew the blue-haired goddess toward his face, softly kissing her luscious lips. Moaning with pleasure, she slightly parted her lips, giving him enough leverage to deepen the kiss. His hands plunged into her hair, angling her head from better access. Finally, they pulled away, gulping in some much needed air.

“Let’s go to my place,” Goten panted, grabbing Bra’s hand and dragging her toward the door. The Saiyan princess planted her feet, pulling her hand from his, a small smile on her face. Looking back, confusion was clearly evident in his eyes. He slowly turned to face her, opening his mouth to ask her why, when she asked her own question.

“Are you and Paris still together,” she asked. Seeing the look of understanding cross his features, her heart slightly plummeted. She waited for his apologies and self recriminations.

“Actually, yeah, we are. But I’m going to break it off with her as soon as she gets back. I know now that she isn’t for me,” he said huskily, his desire barely contained. Hearing his words, her heart did a little flip, but she wasn’t going to start anything with him until he and Paris were officially over. Pulling him toward her, she crashed her lips against his own, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, battling for dominance before quickly letting go and stepping away.

“I won’t be with you until you and Paris are through, Goten. When you’ve really broken it off with her, then come see me. I refuse to allow my heart to be broken anymore,” she said before turning and disappearing into the crowd. He swore softly. This is what he got for ignoring her so much in the past, but he would make it up to her.

“Just wait Bra. When Paris gets back Monday, I’ll come for you,” he whispered, desire still raging in his eyes before he left, flying off into the night while a pair of brilliant cerulean eyes watched his retreat.




Hello everybody. Sorry it took so long to update. With Thanksgiving break coming soon, I had a lot of tests to study for. One one more to go and then I\'m sleeping for a week (or maybe I\'ll update some more). Remember, read and review. I always like to know what my readers think about the progress of my stories. Until next time...

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