The Prince\'s Princess: A Tangled Web | By : lam2m Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I decided to continue my
story and yes there’s father-daughter relationship(s) here. And no, I don’t own Toriyama-san’s
characters. I love your reviews!
The Prince’s Princess 2: The Game
Pan looked curiously at
her friend, who stared angrily into space. Bra’s blue eyes were narrowed and
her arms crossed over her chest. Pan
blinked, even though Bra had her mother’s looks, when she was pissed she looked
exactly like Vegeta.
The black-haired girl sighed, here she was trying to get help with her
math, and Bra was in another world. She
looked at the clock and smiled, just an hour before her father comes home. Pan twirled a piece of her black hair,
wondering what was on her friend’s mind.
Bra was sick of her
geometry homework, and had much more important things on her mind, like Vegeta. It was two
months since her “encounter” with her father, because her mother wouldn’t leave
the damn house. Now her thoughts were
either recreating that night over and over, or getting her mother out so they
could do it again. Her father acted like
everything was normal, much to her disappointment. She thought about ignoring the fact that her
mother was home and play with him anyway.
“Bra, what’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing, it’s this damn geometry.”
Pan raised an eyebrow,
“Really? In case you forgot, you’ve got
the highest grade in the class.”
‘Damn it,” she
internally cursed. “Pan, you’re kinda Saiyan-jin right?”
Pan frowned, “What do
you mean kinda?
I’m stronger than you are.”
Bra rolled her eyes at
the latter statement, “Well, you’re a quarter Saiyan-jin,
and I’m half, and that may have a difference on…” She trailed off, unsure how
to complete her sentence.
“On what?” Pan leaned forward, her eyes wide like she
knew what her friend was speaking about.
“I can’t believe I’m
saying this, but you know…the full moon.”
Bra watched Pan’s cheeks begin to redden and Bra smiled at the dark
haired girl. “Who’d you fuck?”
Pan’s face turned
bright red at her words, “What are you talking about?!”
Bra put her hands on
the table and leaned forward. “You know
what I’m talking about. When did it
happen?”
Pan eyes stayed low,
on her homework. “It was last month.”
“Wow, that was right
after me,” her bright eyes almost sparkled with excitement, knowing her friend
was going through the same thing. “And,
who was it? Trunks?”
“No,” Pan quickly
answered. “I’m not going to tell you.”
“Come on. I won’t tell anyone,” now she was
pleading. She was such a whore for
information.
“I can’t,” Pan seemed
more and more upset as Bra tried to pry it out of her. ‘No, there’s no way I can tell her…Wait a
minute, this happened to her too.’ “Who
did you sleep with?”
Bra laughed, “Oh no
you don’t. You tell me, then I tell
you.”
“Fine, then I guess
we’ll never know.”
Bra was disappointed,
but she knew it could be figured out. It
would be the second thing on her “to do list,” behind getting her mother out of
the house. And that would be nearly impossible,
thanks to stupid Trunks taking over the company, causing her business trips to
decline. ‘Wait, maybe Trunks would
know.’ Impatient to for answers, she
picked up books and smiled at Pan, “I’ve
got to get going, I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
On the way home Bra
began to think through the guys Pan might have slept with. ‘She wouldn’t do some stranger, would
she? That wouldn’t be fun…Hmm, the way
she got so embarrassed you’d think…Maybe it’s Goten! Oh that’d be weird,’ Bra made a disgusted
face. ‘But then again, who am I to
talk!’
Trunks leaned back in his chair and stretched, then
put his head on the large desk for a nap.
He sighed at the complete and utter boredom of being Capsule Corp
president. Not too long ago he was
searching the universe for Dragonballs.
“Trunks-kun?”
Bra sweetly called his name as she walked into his office.
“Is it 5:00 yet?”
Bra felt sorry for her brother’s
apparent misery and crossed the huge office, “No, it’s 3.” She ignored in groan and took a seat on his
oak desk and smiled. “I need a favor, Trunks.”
He leaned back, and eyed her
curiously. “What?”
“Do you think it’s possible to get
Mama out of the house next weekend?”
Trunks’ eyes followed his sister’s
legs that uncrossed and crossed again.
“Trunks? Are you listening?”
“Huh? Yeah,” He fought the blush,
“Why do you want her gone.”
“I want to throw a party.”
Trunks laughed, “I think you got
backwards. Mom will let you have the
party. It’s Papa you’ll have to worry
about.”
‘Damn it all.’ “She won’t like this party. It’s going to be on the full moon.”
“Then she’ll be busy with Papa.”
“Damn it, Trunks!” She didn’t mean to shout or jump off the the
desk, and quickly regained composure. He
was giving her a wide-eyed look. She
swallowed hard and bent down to retrieve the papers that fell off the desk in
her outburst.
Trunks tried not to look, but
couldn’t help himself.
“So can you help me?” She continued
to speak as she gathered the documents.
“I’ll give it a shot,” he said
quickly. She stood up straight and
pushed her long, blue hair behind her shoulders, then straightened her
skirt. Trunks watched intensly as she
placed the stack in a neat pile on his desk.
“Thanks,” she bent and gave him a
kiss on the cheek.
“Yeah, now you better leave. I’ve got a lot to do.”
“Kay, see you at dinner,” and with a flash of a bright smile she left.
Trunks stared at his desk and
inhaled deeply, but all he could smell was the scent of her shampoo. “What the hell was that?”
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