Tora, Tora, I adore ya

Present/Request Fiction for my wonderful oddball muse Krya…She wanted a Trunks/Tora fiction and I have FINALLY presented!! So here ya go Krya-chan…hope you enjoy it! *hugs*

Although I MUST say that I’m not entirely happy with some parts of this…but I don’t think (since my muses have abandoned me for the time being…*shakes fist*) that I could write it better…unless I came back to it in…lik…6 months or something…*sighs*

Also something to entertain all those people waiting for another update of “Of sex and saiyans…” I SWEAR I’m getting there! *eyes dart around* uh…well…kinda getting there anyway…lol

Tora, Tora, I adore ya…

Trunks wandered down the hall towards his room, absently running his fingers along the wall. He fought the urge to smile and gave up after a few seconds. It had been a month since his future self had come back to live with them permanently and Trunks never tired of seeing Tora around the house. It was great to have someone there who knew him inside and out, the future boy always helping him out without Trunks having to ask for it. Whether it be sparring or something else, Tora always seemed to be there when Trunks needed him. Whenever he looked at the older boy, it always gave him a warm glow of something deep in the pit of his stomach. A glow of what, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he liked the feeling…and wanted to keep feeling it for as long as Tora was around.

He walked past the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar, seeing a flash of movement inside. He glanced quickly just to identify who it was inside.

‘Oh…it’s just Tora…’ He thought nochalantly, preparing to turn away. But something changed in that instant and he paused in his step, slowly moving back to stare through the gap in the door. He couldn’t say later what made him do it, but his gaze snapped to the muscular figure moving around in the small, steamy room.

His future self was getting ready for a shower, no big deal.

Or, at least it wasn’t, until he started to undress.

Suddenly Trunks’ eyes glued themselves to Tora’s body in avid curiosity, narrowing slightly as the future demi shucked his shirt and started on the fastenings of his shorts. Trunks’ gaze roved over the exposed skin as his mouth suddenly went dry and he forgot to blink. The shorts came down, along with his boxers, and Trunks began to pant lightly, moving closer to the opening. Tora stretched his hands above his head and Trunks jerked slightly, breath hitching, when the older demi moaned with relief as one of his joints popped audibly.

Trunks didn’t know why but he was fixated on the lithe, muscular body in front of him, his eyes devouring every inch of creamy pale skin. Tora turned to face him, inspecting the fingernails of one hand, and his breath threatened to stop in his chest as the demi quickly walked towards the door. Trunks froze on the spot, desperate to run but unable to move.

‘Oh Gods, he’ll find me!’ Trunks moaned silently, willing his body to action. Suddenly the door snapped shut in front of him as the future demi closed it.

‘Did he see me…?’ Trunks wondered, desperately hoping he hadn’t. He had no idea what his future self would have said if he’d known Trunks had been watching him. And it wasn’t like he did this kind of thing often. In fact this would be the first occurrence, especially peeking at guys. Trunks didn’t know if he had a preference but from the stirrings in his pants at the sight of his other self’s bare flesh, it looks like his body was deciding for him.

He leaned his overly warm cheek against the door, imagining that naked body within metres of his own, wet trails streaming down his alabaster chest, pooling along muscles, dripping off…

Trunks shivered violently as the hardening bulge in his pants became more noticeable. He pushed himself off the door and quickly walked to his room, shutting the door behind him.

He sat on his bed, a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow.

Why Tora? He didn’t like Goten like that, had never looked at the youngest Son with any kind of desire, nor any other man. So what was it about his other self that made him shiver and ache like this? At the idea of the future prince he felt himself harden more, till it started to become unbearable. Trunks pictured the scene he’d just witnessed in his mind and chewed on his lower lip, slipping a hand down into his pants to cup himself. He shivered and bit back a moan as he began to move, surprising himself when his mind readily provided a fantasy involving Tora, like he hadn’t been aware he’d desired the demi but his subconscious had.

He stroked himself, rapidly gaining speed as his hips moved back and forth on the bed. He closed his eyes, leaning back on one hand, and suddenly it was Tora’s hand replacing his own, Tora’s mouth on him, tongue curling around his weeping hardness. He moaned quietly and let out a shaky breath, feeling himself tightening everywhere. Suddenly he was there and, with a muffled cry, released all over his hand, choking back his other self’s name.

He lay on the bed, still holding himself, chest heaving for breath, thinking about what he’d just done. He’d masturbated to the thoughts of another man.

‘Not to mention having the most powerful orgasm of my life’ He thought wryly

Did this make him…gay? He approached the idea with some trepidation, trying it out in his mind. He had no idea about how men actually had sex, so he couldn’t be sure if he’d enjoy it, or even desired it. He lay there and thought for a while longer until he heard the shower turn off and quickly jumped up to clean himself up and change his pants, hiding the other ones at the bottom of the laundry basket.

He stepped out into the hall, closing his door after him. He turned and came nose to nose with the object of his desire.

“Hey, little me!!” Tora grinned rakishly, arching an eyebrow. “What are you doing lurking around here in the hall? Anyone would think you wanted to see me in my towel or something!” He joked, laughing as he sauntered back to his room on the other side of the hall. Trunks’ mouth dropped open.

‘Does he know?!…Oh Kami…!’ Trunks thought with horror, as he watched the other demi walk away, his eyes suddenly fixed on the sway of the other’s hips. Tora turned with a smirk just before he shut his door and caught Trunks staring, frozen with a red face. His smirk widened and he chuckled as he closed the door, shaking his head.

He grinned to himself, before unwrapping the towel and using it to scrub the water out of his long locks. He knew Trunks had been watching him as he undressed. The teenage boy still didn’t have very good control of his ki when he became excited, forgetting to suppress it. He couldn't have been more obvious if he’d flung the door open and announced his presence. Tora smirked to himself, selecting clothes from his wardrobe.

He enjoyed teasing his younger self, hiding the desire he felt for the younger demi behind casual baiting. But today was the first day that Trunks had actually blushed in reaction.

‘Something must have happened…’ Tora mused, dressing slowly. ‘I wonder what…?’ He smiled to himself and vowed to find out.

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It was a few days later when Tora and Trunks had their next encounter. Life had gone as normal except that Tora’s teasing had stepped up a notch and Trunks was beginning to feel that his face spent more time being red than it did being normal. Everything Tora said to him seemed to have some kind of hidden or double meaning, but could also be taken to be completely innocently at the same time.

It didn’t discourage Trunks from seeking him out though. He had even begun to anticipate when Tora might be in a state of near nakedness and, somehow, contrive to be in the area. Like taking drinks out to all the Z warriors towards the end of the day, when he knew Tora’s shirt would be off. Or just happening to be leaving his room when Tora left the bathroom, most of the time in his towel. Sometimes he stayed in his room, opening the door a crack just so he could have the freedom to stare as he pleased, rather than just a quick glance.

His brow had furrowed in puzzlement last time he did this. To his eyes it almost seemed like Tora was putting on a show, the way he moaned and carried on while he stretched, leaving his door open to the hall and lazily wandering around in his towel for what could have been hours. By the time the older demi had walked out of sight to get dressed, it seemed to Trunks that he’d been there for aeons, face pressed against the edge of the door, eyes unblinking, rigid hardness aching uncomfortably in his pants.


A few days later, Tora lay back on his bed, after another shower, cupping his own dripping erection. His mind swirled with lustful thoughts about his younger self and as his eyes rolled back, he stroked faster, biting his lip. He raised his hips in time with his fist, imagining Trunks panting above him, impaling himself roughly on his cock. He gave a low moan at the image and stroked faster, breath beginning to come in panting gasps. His entire world focused down on his hand as his imagination went into overdrive, flickers of Trunks flashing in front of his eyes, moans and gasped words of desire issuing from that sweet mouth. Tora almost lost his mind…

“Yeah…that’s it…oh Gods, you’re so tight, Trunks…” He whispered to himself, fuelling the fantasy.

He heard a hissed intake of breath from across the room, his hand immediately stilling. His eyes flickered open and he blinked rapidly, taking in the figure standing by the open door, poised to run.

Trunks.

Their eyes met and Trunks’ mouth shut with an audible snap. He quickly turned and fled but not before Tora had seen the hungry desire in his eyes, and taken note of the way Trunks’ chest had risen with his panted breath, not to mention the bulge in the front of his pants.

Tora smirked to himself, arching an eyebrow thoughtfully and rising to shut the door again.

‘Hmmmm….’


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Trunks fled back to his room, shocked and incredibly turned on by what he’d just seen. His mind played and replayed images that would haunt him forever.

Tora gasping, eyes screwed shut. Tora’s back arching as he fisted himself desperately. Tora calling his name in desire, rocking his lean hips up to meet his hand.

Trunks’ erection throbbed painfully at the last one, making him groan when it rubbed against the material of his pants. He ran a hand roughly through his hair and bit his lip.

Now he knew. Knew that Tora wanted him.

Like that…

Did he want him too?

What would people think? And wouldn’t it be strange? What would his mother think? Aren’t they technically brothers or something? Trunks frowned at that, resolving to think about it some more before he made a decision. He closed his eyes again, images of Tora flashing behind his lids. His body gave a shiver and he let out a little gasp of breath.

Later.

He’d decide later.

When his pants weren’t so tight and his ears couldn’t remember Tora’s sexy moans.

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About a week later Trunks wandered down the stairs for breakfast, wondering why on earth he was up so early on a weekend. He heard his mother laugh in the kitchen and the delicious smell of pancakes wafted up the stairwell. He hurried down, hestitating for the tiniest of seconds when he got to the bottom. Tora sat there with his parents, cerulean eyes sparkling with laughter as Bulma teased Vegeta about something. The saiyan prince ‘hn-ed’ and tried to ignore her and not show how much fun he was having. Saiyan princes did not have fun as far as he was concerned. His mother kept on at him, knowing he was secretly enjoying the exchange of insults. Trunks smiled and sat down at the table, eyes flicking to Tora who gazed back and pushed the mountain of pancakes towards him.

“Do you want some of…this…Trunks? Tora asked, his voice unusually low as he stared intensely at the younger demi. Trunks swallowed, breaking his gaze with effort to stare at the proffered plate.

‘Gods...why does he have to sound like he’s offering himself?!’ Trunks groaned silently, images of Tora sweeping the plates aside, sprawling across the table and dripping maple syrup down his chest swam into Trunks mind. He jumped at the distraction when Bulma placed a glass of juice in front of him, smiling before returning to her seat next to Vegeta. Trunks made a grab for his drink, desperate for something to occupy his suddenly shaking hands. He moved too fast and knocked the glass over, spilling the contents across the table, some of it dripping into Tora’s lap. Tora shook his head and smiled, standing up to brush at his pants.

“A bit over-excited there, chibi? Maybe you’ll have to work on your control…now I’m all wet and sticky…” To everyone else it sounded completely normal. To Trunks’ ears it sounded downright obscene… It didn’t help that, the whole time, Tora never broke his gaze, his eyebrow slowly raising as he smirked ever so slightly.

“Guess I’ll have to go and change…get out of these…sticky clothes…”

Vegeta ‘hn-ed’ again, not caring and rising to leave as Tora ran upstairs to change, flashing Trunks a knowing smirk. Trunks ate in silence, fighting the blush from his face. All too soon, Tora was back, smirk still in place. He sat across from Trunks and reached for another pile of pancakes.

“So what are you two doing today?” Bulma asked over the rim of her coffee cup.

Trunks shrugged, his mouth full, intent on his food and trying not to see the way Tora erotically licked mayple syrup from one of his fingers.

“Well...I’ve noticed over the last month that you need some new clothes, Trunks…” She glanced meanfully down at his wrists, where his shirt cuff failed to reach, ending a few inches shy. “…So why don’t you and Tora go shopping today?” Trunks glanced at Tora who grinned around his finger. “You both have similar tastes…and I know how much you hate shopping with your father…”

Trunks grinned at the last statement. Shopping with Vegeta was…well…not fun to say the least. Shouts of “Hurry up brat! It doesn’t matter what size you get it in!” and “Get the blue one…I like blue…” echoed through the store, and Trunks normally left with clothes he hadn’t even tried on.

He nodded. “Sure…that’d be cool…”

She handed him a credit card and smiled. “Don’t spend too much now…it’s not like we’re made of money!” She chuckled at her own joke and got up to rinse her cup, walking outside to harass Vegeta some more in the GR.

Tora looked at Trunks across the table as he fidgeted with the last of his breakfast.

“Soooo…? When do you want to do this?” He asked

Trunks met his eyes, looking away quickly, colour rising in his cheeks.

‘Maybe I’ve been teasing him a bit too much if he can’t even look at me now without blushing…but then again…maybe that’s not such a bad thing…’ Tora smirked inwardly.

“Anou…we could go now…before it gets too hot…” Trunks murmured, suddenly aware that the phrase he’d just uttered could be taken a different way. Relief flooded his system when all Tora did was nod and wipe his mouth with a napkin, standing up from the table.

“Sure…just let me get my jacket…”

Trunks watched him go up the stairs again, his eyes straying across the other demi’s body. He blushed hotly and wrenched his gaze away, thinking about the day ahead.

‘Shopping with Tora?! Spending the WHOLE day with him? Just me and him?’ Trunks didn’t know if he was more excited or afraid.

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They arrived at the store, Trunks quickly selecting some clothes and walking to the changing rooms. Tora browsed through the racks, picking some more things out. He carried an armload of clothing and walked to the changing rooms, ignoring the admiring glances thrown his way. He paused at the entrance.

So many doors…

“Chibi…?” He called.

Trunks’ hand waved over the tops of one of the doors.

“In here!”

Tora grinned and walked towards the cubicle, hanging the additional clothes up on the hook outside. He waited for a few minuites, listening to Trunks’ murmers of approval or disapproval.

“Tora?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t decide which one I like more…can you come in and have a look?”

Tora nodded as the door swung open. He stepped through and secured it behind him with the lock. Trunks stood there in his shorts with a white tank top on. Tora reined himself in, sureptisiously biting his lip as he eyed Trunks firm body, shown off to perfection by the thin material.

Trunks frowned at himself in the full-length mirror, twisting his hips to see himself from the back, completely unaware of the intense apraisal he was getting.

“I can decide if I like this one or the other one…” He murmured, half to himself.

“Well, what does the other one look like…” Tora asked, expecting to have to leave so Trunks could change. He felt a jolt of surprise and desire as Trunks simply whipped the shirt over his head and hunted around of the floor for the other one, among the piles of discarded clothing.

Tora took a deep shaky breath as his eyes drank in Trunks toned body, lingering across his shoulders and down to the dip in his back before landing heatedly on his ass. He almost moaned as Trunks bent over further, still searching for the shirt. The younger demi stood up, frustration clear on his face as he stared into the mirror.

“I’m sure I had it…right he- Tora?” Trunks turned his head slightly to stare at his other self’s reflection as he felt Tora’s hand on the back of his neck, the future demi gently carressing his hairline with a thumb. He turned to look at the demi fully as he took in Tora’s lust-filled eyes and his increased breathing.

“Tora…? Wha-!” Trunks question was cut off as his future self suddenly leaned forward, pressing his lips against Trunks’.

Trunks mind reeled. What was happening? The thought was cut off when Mirai’s hands suddenly wrapped around his hips, sliding up under the shirt. Trunks moaned in the back of his throat at the touch of those fingers, a heat pooling low in his stomach as Tora’s thumb grazed over his nipple. He panted against the older demi’s mouth before Tora claimed it again, pressing Trunks up against the mirror and crushing their bodies together.

Tora couldn’t resist kissing him, and caught himself before he groaned into the boy’s mouth when Trunks tried to respond. The younger prince was clumsy, unsure; he opened his mouth to Tora’s but shied a bit from the older demi’s tongue. Didn’t know to offer his own, made all these appealing little sounds and half whimpers. Tora’s erection swelled at the noises as his hands explored more of the moaning teen in front of him

The older boy tried to control himself, this was a public place, where anyone might hear them, intterupt them. But Trunks’ mouth was so intoxicating, tasted so sweet and lucious that the lavender prince could barely contain himself. All thought was gone when he felt Trunks begin to respond, trembling hands tentively carressing the older demi’s arms, fingers running up into his hair.

“Please Trunks…I want you…” Tora moaned huskily againt the smaller demi’s mouth, claiming his lips again when Trunks nodded hesitantly

Tora groaned into the kiss before he fisted a hand in Trunks’ shirt and tore it from his frame. The younger demi gasped and let out a shuddering moan as Tora sank his head, flicking his tongue against a nipple, feeling it peak in his mouth. His hands ran around to Trunks’ ass which he gave a gentle squeeze making the younger prince shift against him, trying to get some relief for his suddenly obvious erection. Tora smirked against his pale skin, unable to stop himself as he knelt in front of the younger demi.

Trunks stared down with hazy eyes as Tora made quick work of his belt, yanking his boxers down with his shorts. The younger prince’s eyes rolled back and he gave a choked off groan as Tora quickly leaned forward, enveloping the teenager’s throbbing erection is his hot mouth. Trunks arched off the mirror, pushing his hips towards Tora as the older demi swallowed around him. Soon Trunks was panting loudly as Tora bobbed his head, sucking and licking in a rhythm that made the younger demi want to scream. It only vaguely registered in his head that they were in a public changing room with people passing less than a metre away from them.

The world spun dizzily, quickly becoming too much for the young demi and he came, gasping Tora’s name while the older demi swallowed hungrily everything that Trunks had to give. Trunks sagged againt the mirror, his eyes closed as he heard Tora get to his feet. Silken lips pressed against his own, Tora’s tongue enticing his to out to duel. He felt another stirring as his cock became half erect again, rubbing against Tora’s turgid hardness. Trunks shifted slightly while they kissed, running a trembling hand down Tora’s muscular body and cupping the large bulge in his pants.

Tora lost it completely when Trunks began to massage him. He was going to wait till they were elsewhere for the next part, his rational mind very aware that they weren’t in the best place to do this. But it all flew out the window at the hesitant touch of those trembling, inexperienced fingers. He broke the kiss to quickly whip his shirt over his head, delighted when Trunks responded by pinching his nipples gently as their lips clashed back together. Tora hissed and couldn’t wait any longer. He felt Trunks’ new erection rubbing against his thigh and reached down to stroke it. Trunks arched against him, mewling as Tora sunk his head, sucking in furious little nips down his neck and across his shoulder.

Trunks didn’t know what he wanted, but as an empty hollow ache consumed him he whispered the first thing that came to his mind.

“I want you inside me Tora….please…make me yours…”

Tora panted hotly at the murmured words, giving Trunks one last kiss before turning him to face the mirror. Trunks did as directed, placing his hands on the mirror, unintentionally sticking his ass out. Tora moaned under his breath, fumbling with the tie of his pants before they dropped around his ankles. He sunk to his knees, hand groping blindly for the tube in the pants pocket. He carried it in case of any situation such as this, ever since he’d first realised Trunks interest in him. He quickly coated his dripping erection and three of his fingers liberally with lubricant, catching Trunks curious, and slightly fearful, gaze in the mirror.

“Don’t worry, little me…I’ll be gentle..”

Trunks nodded and gulped, eyes fixed on Tora’s fingers as they slid up his inner thigh till he couldn’t see them anymore. Tora gently circled Trunks’ virgin opening, feeling the younger demi twitch and pull away slightly. Tora was going to wait a while longer, to get Trunks used to the sensation when suddenly the younger demi took a deep breath and rocked his hips back, impaling himself on the digit. Tora’s erection twitched at the low moan Trunks made as he rocked his hips again, sliding Tora’s finger in and out himself. Tora bit his lip, aching to fuck the younger demi but knowing he needed preperation. Trunks moaned lustily under his breath.

“More…Tora…please…”

The future demi couldn’t believe his ears. Never in a million years could he have thought Trunks would be so wanting! He obliged and added another finger, quickly followed by a third as Trunks adjusted quickly. Soon he couldn’t take it anymore and hearing the disappointed groan when he pulled his fingers out, he stood and positioned himself at Trunks’ entrance.

His eyes sought Trunks’ in the mirror, adding weight to his words.

“Try to be quiet, little me…ok?” Trunks nodded, his eyes half-lidded with lust. Tora pressed forward slightly, hearing Trunks’ breathing increase tenfold. He glanced over to the door of the stall, checking the flimsy lock. It wouldn’t hold if someone tried to break the door in. But none of that mattered now…

He slid forward, erection swelling at the ease in which Trunks took all of him, with minimal effort and barely an outcry. The younger demi panted, head leaning against the mirror, hands clenched into fists against the glass. The future demi pulled out slightly before pressing back in, moaning softly. He listened to Trunks ragged breathing as he sunk in further and when he was buried to the hilt he slowly rotated his hips, thick head grinding against Trunks’ prostate.
“Dende…you’re so tight Trunks...”
A quiet groan was his only answer. Sliding out Tora began to fuck his lover slow, and deep, trying to choke back the moans surfacing in his throat.

He increased his pace, desperately trying to stay quiet as Trunks began to press his hips back against him with each thrust. Trunks gasped silently, his face flushed as he locked eyes with Tora in the mirror. Tora let out a ragged groan under his breath when Trunks mouthed the words ‘Fuck me…’ at him in the reflection.

Soon the stall was filled with muffled moans and gasps, slick sounds of flesh on flesh. Tora pumped his lean hips, one hand gripping Trunks’ pale hip, the other entwined with the younger demi’s, resting against the mirror.

“Hi!! Are you ok in there? Do you need any help?” A cheerful voice called loudly from next to the door, accompanied by a light knock. Both demi’s froze, eyes going wide. Tora’s hips stilled and they caught each other gaze in the mirror.

“Uh…yeah…we’re fine in here…” Tora choked out, grinning at Trunks who was suddenly trying to muffle his laughter with his hand.

“Oh…ok then! Just give me a call if you need anything!” The voice wandered away and Trunks burst into giggles.

“Shut up, you…” Tora murmured into the demi’s ear, pushing his hips forward slightly and cutting off the laughter with a surprised gasp. He began again, running his hands over every inch of avalible flesh as Trunks face flushed, low moans choking their way out of his throat.

Trunks arched and moaned silently, his body shuddering as he writhed against the reflective glass, desperate for Tora to fuck him senseless.

A hard chest was pushed against Trunks’ back, hot breath tickling his ear. His head fell back against Tora’s shoulder, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

The older demi tilted his hips, rubbing against Trunks’ sweet spot firmly, hearing the ragged exhalaion of breath as Trunks muffled his cry with his forearm. Tora knew it wouldn’t take long and it didn’t, Trunks spurting stream after stream of seed to dribble down the mirror in front of him. Tora’s mouth hung open, his eyes screwed shut as he made a supreme effort not to cry out when Trunks clenched around him.

“Ohhhh Gods, yes…yes…” Tora panted quietly against the demi’s sweat slicked shoulder, burying himself into that tight pulsating tunnel. It was just too good and soon Tora moaned under his breath, emptying himself inside his young lover.

They both sagged against the mirror, exhausted with their efforts to stay quiet. Tora turned Trunks to face him, placing a lingering, loving kiss on his lips before gathering their scattered clothing. Trunks stared guiltily at the ripped shirt and the come slowly dripping down the mirror. Tora grinned, and bit his lip, taking Trunks hand.

“Let’s get out of here, chibi…kinda quickly…”

Trunks nodded and with one last glance around the stall, they quickly opened the door and used their saiyan speed to leave the store, no-one noticing their passing.

Tora leapt into the air outside, dragging Trunks with him. The younger demi grinned and cuddled up against Tora’s chest as the older demi carried him home. Everytime they caught one another’s eyes they burst out laughing and shared kisses all the way home.

They landed at Capsule Corp, reluctantly letting go of each other to walk inside.

“So what did you get Trunks? Come on..show me!!” Bulma came out of the lab in overalls, wiping a grease-stained hand on her leg.

Trunks shot a panicked look at Tora, which the older demi mirrored for an instant, before formulating an excuse.

“Uh...Ahaha! Ahahaha!…um…we couldn’t find anything suitable…so we didn’t get anything…” He laughed, somewhat nervously, as he fiddled with a button on his jacket..

Bulma frowned, thoughtful.

“Oh…um…well…I guess you’ll just both have to go back tommorrow and look elsewhere then…”

Tora nodded, a smirk surfacing on his face.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to..”

Bulma nodded back.“Thanks for doing that Tora. Trunks DOES need some new stuff. Kami knows what he’d pick out on his own and I’m too busy to take him…so…thanks” She smiled gratefully as she turned to leave.

Tora’s smirk reached full pervertedness as he glanced at the younger demi, who looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.

“It’ll be my…pleasure...” He purred.

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There ya go! Hope you enjoyed it!! *huggles*

Please review!!


Short Note: (well kinda short...well…ISH…)

This is a rather amusing conversation that I had with my muse on MSN. I told her I would add it onto a chapter because we both found it so funny…although it is kinda heavily editied it’s still quite amusing… Feel free to read if you have the time…


Krya: DON'T WRITE THAT! but i must! I DON'T LIKE IT! i do! THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE A PERVERT!!! Then that makes you a perv, too, dunnitt? (A/N: That’s her arguing with her Veggie-muse…)
Krya: Kakarrot just stays out of it
Hella: lmao!!! that's so funny!
Goku: What’s a pervert...?
Vegeta: *honestly gobsmacked* How can you can do the things you do and NOT know what a pervert is?
Goku: A type of fish?
Krya: ROFL
Hella:Goku's so innocent sometimes...lol
Krya: Methinks kakky's gonna be uke this time XD
Vegeta: YES! *fist in the air* Finally! That would be good!
Goku: *eyes dart around* uh...What's uke?
Vegeta: *mouth drops open* You've got to be kidding me...
Goku: Is THAT a fish? I'm sure I've eaten uke before... *pauses thoughtfully*
Vegeta: *sniggers behind his hand*
Krya: *practically eats her hand to not laugh*
Krya: Now those are fish, Goku. *points*
Krya: very small ones.
Goku: Hey! *points at Krya* do YOU have an uke...?
Vegeta: *just about dies trying not to laugh*
Krya: No. but you have one. you just don't realize it.
Goku: *looks down at self* Where?
Vegeta: *Just can't stand it anymore and has to leave the room to laugh*
Goku: *still patting pockets* but won't it have died without any water?
Krya: *refrains from comment*
Vegeta: *walks back in the room, hears the last comment and has to leave again*
Hella: *pats Goku* it's alright Son Kun...you'll figure it out one day...

Again…thanks for reading! And please, PLEASE review!