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Never Meant to Hurt You	By : necowaffer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own dbz/gt or anything of the sort. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor, bored college student.

This story is just something I dreamed up. Call it an AU if it makes you feel better, I don't
know what it is. I'm guessing it'll take place sometime after gt, although for my purposes Goku
may pop up.

Oh and if you don't like violence, swearing or sex you probably shouldn't read any of my
stories.

Now on with the show.

Trunks grabbed a cheap, nameless beer out of the refrigerator and headed back into the living room, where most of the party goers were. He leaned back against a table and scanned the crowd for the few he'd brought with him. The place was a madhouse of activity. Half of the campus must be here. There were people in every possible place, doing
things he wouldn't begin to describe. Music was blearing from every room in the house and he was sure by the time this was over the cops will have been called. But he guessed that was all part of being in college. Sex, drugs and rock n roll.

He leaned back against the table and took a drink of his beer. A flash of blonde out of the
corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to see one of the people he'd been looking
for, Maron. She was headed up sta stairs with some frat guy on her heels. Trunks growled
involuntarily, sure they split up, but she didn't have to sleep with all of his friends. 'Slut,' he
thought bitterly, forgetting for the moment that she broke up with him because he was unfaithful.

He pushed all thoughts of Maron and their failed relationship out of his mind and
continued his search. He saw a drunk Goten trailing behind Paris like a man servant. He
shook his head in contempt. Goten used to be so cool. That was of course before Paris and
sex. The girl had him so pussy-whipped it wasn't funny anymore. He spent most of his time
and money on trying to keep her from breaking up with him, which she did anyway on a
monthly basis so she could date other people. And Goten always took her back, no questions
asked. Trunks tried to tell Goten all he had to do was sleep with a couple of other girls and he
would forget about that bitch, but Goten was positive she was the one for him. He watched
him follow Paris out of the room like a mindless zombie then went back to looking for the two
remaining people in his little entourage.

Pan was by far the easiest to find. She was where she always was when attending these social
gatherings, at the pool table hustling drunk morons. She would make a couple hundred dollars
a night at the game. Trunks didn't feel sorry for those she took advantage of. If they weren't
smart enough to figure it out then they deserved it. Tonight she had on an exceptionally
distracting outfit. A short, tight, black skirt, a tight black shirt that showed off her firm little
tummy and laced up the front, with the straps hanging down her shoulders. Black, thigh high
boots, black gloves with the finger tips cut off and a lacy choker around her neck.

Trunks caught himself checking her out, but he had to admit, she looked good. He started
when she bent over in front of him to take a shot and he caught a glimpse of the lacy thongs
she had on. He looked away quickly, but after a moment he turned back. He saw one of the
guys walk by and grab her ass. He watched in amusement as her face turned red and she tried
not to deck the guy. Instead, she forced out a sweet smile and walked away. It was all part of
the show. Play the part of the witless female until the stakes were high enough, then clean them
out. Pan was a deadly girl. She was only 15 with a body that could kill, literally. The grabbing
and groping came with the job and the outfit. Pan never dressed like that unless she was
hustling. It was too bad though, Trunks thought, she looked good like that. Like a girl. It was
also too bad that the clothes belonged to his sister.

This thought brought him back to the task at hand, finding the last and most important person
in his group. Unlike Pan, Bra couldn't take care of herself, and unlike Maron, he'd die if
anything happened to her. He didn't like bringing her to these parties. She usually got too out
of control. But, she always managed to blackmail him into it. Bra wasn't in the main room so
he had to go and look for her. He hoped that she hadn't taken off with some guy, he really
didn't feel like killing anyone tonight.

He only made it a couple of feet from the living room when a sexy redhead approached him.
Audrey. The girl in his philosophy class he'd been tg tog to hook up with all semester. The little
vixen has been playing hard to get and now she was walking toward him with a look in her
eyes that said play time was over.

"Hey Trunks," Audrey purred at him. "Nice party, huh?"

Trunks stopped and put on a suave smirk, one that he knew made him look good. "I didn't
know you were here." He said casually. "What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping you would say that." She purred in a husky voice. "My friend," she gestured to
an equally hot brunette standing next to her, "and I were hoping you could help us study tonight."

Trunks raised an eyebrow questionably at her. "What subject?"

"Well," she said while trailing a finger down his chest. She gave him a devilish smirk and
continued. "We have this really big test on the male anatomy on Monday. I know you're a
smart man, could you help us?" She finished by trailing her finger down inside his pants and
toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Trunks didn't need flash cards to explain the meaning behind her words. He glanced over to
her friend and she flashed him a wicked grin. In the distance he heard ætake it off' and ægo
Bra, go' coming from the den. He had to take care of his sister before he did anything. He
reached down and unlatched Audrey's hand from his pants and raised it to his mouth, giving it
a soft kiss.

"I can't let you two fail, now can I?" He said in a low voice. "I have to take care of something
first, but why don't you girls go up stairs and get started. I'll join you in a moment."

Both gave him sultry looks, then Audrey wrapped an arm around her friend's waist and they
sauntered up the stairs. Trunks watched them until they were out of sight, then raised his eyes
heavenward giving silent homage to the gods for his luck. Now all he had to do was get his
sister home, but he certainly didn't have time to do it. Maron was gone and Pan was
engrossed in her game, but Goten owed him a favor.

Trunks ran in the direction he last saw Goten, hoping he hadn't already left. After a few
minutes of frantic searching he found him outside arguing with Paris. Big surprise.

"Goten!" Trunks yelled as he ran to him. Goten turned around with an annoyed look on his
face. Trunks didn't know if it was directed at him or if it was because of Paris and he didn't
really care either way.

"What's up, man?" Goten said in a semi-cheerful fashion. Paris just rolled her eyes.

"Hi Trunks." She said in a snotty voice. Paris liked him about as much as he liked her.

"Hey Paris" Trunks answered not looking at her. "Goten, I need a really big favor, like right now."

Goten looked at him incredulously. "Trunks, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."
He turned his back to Paris and whispered the rest. "I'm trying to hook back up. We're getting
ready to go back to her place." He said emphasizing the last part.

"That's the story of your pathetic life, man. Look, I've got Audrey and one of her friends up
stairs waiting for me, if you know what I mean. I need you to take care of something very
important for me." Trunks . He. He didn't care if his best friend was trying to get laid. He
wasn't about to miss this opportunity and he wasn't going to let his sister run wild.

"No." Goten replied firmly.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Goten, all you have to do is take my bratty little sister home. Then you
can do whatever the hell you want."

"I can do that without taking her home. She's your sister. Why don't you take her home?"

"I already told you!" Trunks said through gritted teeth. Why was he being such an ass? He
knew how much he wanted Audrey. Paris sighed audibly and Goten turned back to her.

"No way, man. Sorry about your luck, but I have plans." Goten said and then gave Paris a
little smirk. She just rolled her eyes again.

Goten started walking away from Trunks, which really pissed him off. He balled his hand into
a fist and had to refrain from beating him into submission. Luckily he still had an ace up his sleeve.

"All right, have it your way. I'm calling on the blood debt you owe me." Trunks called after
him. Goten stopped in his tracks. Trunks smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, like his
father did when he knew he had won the battle.

A blood debt. It was something they had made up when they were little. It was the most
serious of any debt they could be in. When one of them called it on the other that owed it, that
person had two options. They could do the favor being asked and be out of the debt or they
could not. If they choose not to, the one the debt was owed to got to beat the living shit out of
the other. Hence the name, because there was usually a lot of blood involved.

Goten still hadn't made a move, so Trunks decided to give him a little encouragement. "If you
don't do this, I swear I'll bleed your ass as slowly and as painfully as I possibly can."

Goten knew he meant every word he said. He turned around and if looks could kill, Trunks
would have been dead three times over. This only made Trunks' smirk grow wider. Goten
sighed in defeat and looked to Paris. She only rolled her eyes some more. The girl rolled her
eyes so much Trunks thought they might fall out.

"Paris," Goten started in a pleading voice, but she cut him off.

"Whatever, Goten. Go play with your little friends. I don't care. You're probably too drunk to
do anything anyway." She said in a nasty voice.

Trunks' jaw dropped. He couldn't believe she just said that. What a bitch! She obviously
didn't know how sayians worked. Nothing could keep them from operating in that fashion.
Trunks shook his head as he listened to Goten beg. No wonder she liked him. He was a good
lap dog. Paris just shrugged him off and got in her car and drove away without a backward glance.

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