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Divorce Me Not

1.1

by: 1-800-Great-Saiyaman


Trunks nervously bit the tip of his thumb as he watched the exquisite woman dancing on stage. There were other customers in the restaurant besides him, but their voices drowned out with the playing drums that the exquisite woman was belly dancing to.

He was the only one she was dancing for. He was the only reason her stomach writhed in rhythm with the music while her hips popped sensually to jingle the charms on her skirt, with arms elegantly flowing through the air like a Tai Chi master. Trunks wasn't the reason the woman danced, but he wished he was.

Trunks jumped as a bowl of curry was set in front of him. The waitress meekly smiled, and bowed before returning to the kitchen.

Trunks tried eating while watching her perform once, that day he ordered the soup. It didn't go well. It took him a full eight weeks to recover from the embarrassment of spilling it all over his pants and yelping like a girl as it burned though to his groin.

There wasn't any severe damage, but it still hurt. It didn't hurt more than having every customer point and laugh while every worker stopped what they were doing to rush over and help. Having the belly dancers pat his lap with napkins to rid the stain wasn't horrible, it was a dream come true! If only she had been the one to do it.

Once again, Trunks found himself mesmerized by the drops of sweat that trickled down the beautiful woman's tan abs and the small trickle that flowed from her forehead to the cleavage between her closed his eyes as he imagined her writhing beneath him without the half shirt or jingling skirt. He smiled as he imagined her taking control and setting the pace on top, whipping her long brown hair in ecstasy as she circled her hips. . .

Claps, cheers and whistles brought Trunks out from his daydream.

Her dance had ended.

Trunks stood from his seat and clapped the loudest, not caring if other people were staring. Being gawked at was something he learned to endure on a daily basis,since he was the most handsome and leading man at Capsule Corporation. The beautiful dancer's green eyes connected with his. She smiled appreciatively, and he grinned back at her.

The cheers died down and a new dancer took to the stage, but Trunks didn't care. He only came to watch her every evening, no one else mattered. After Loosening his tie, Trunks started to dig into his curry, pausing when a woman sat down in the chair in front of him.

"My name is Yuu." She chuckled, extending her delicate hand for him to take, jumping slightly at the speed Trunks eagerly took it.

"I'm Trunks Briefs, VP of Capsule Corporation, eighteen years old and winner of the martial arts junior division!My favorite food is Yakiniku, I'm skilled with swords, and just recently moved into my own apartment!" Trunks blushed as he paused to catch his breath. What am I saying?When the hell did I turn into a social geek?

Yuu laughed." You're funny."

Trunks brightened, relieved to know that Yuu didn't find him weird or creepy." I'm glad you think so."

Yuu laughed again, tucking some of her long brown hair behind her ear." I like to dance, I'm twenty-three years old, winner of my eighth grade dance competition, and I've just recently moved into my own apartment here in West City." Her smile turned mischievous as her finger traced over the bare skin of Trunks' hand." I've seen you here a lot. I'm starting to think you might have a crush on me."

"I come here to watch you." Trunks admitted.

Yuu's smile faltered, she hadn't expected Trunks to be honest about his feelings since most men weren't, but that changed when Trunks offered to buy her a drink.

A man with money was a trait she found to be irresistible.


It didn't take long for Trunks to find himself pressing Yuu against the wall of the first floor of his apartment building, still two floors away from his. He eagerly tasted the salty skin of her cheek, neck and chest, letting out soft moans as Yuu gently rubbed her knee against his thigh.

"How about..." Yuu panted, tilting her face to the side to free her lips from Trunks." We go..." Yuu bit her lip to suppress a loud moan as Trunks suckled the sensitive spot on her neck." Up to your apartment?" Yuu smiled at the elderly woman holding a chihuahua, as she passed by.

"Horny kids!" The woman shouted in a raspy voice.

Yuu giggled, not noticing that Trunks had pulled away and had gone cold from her suggestion.

" I think we should call it a night."

"Why?" Yuu frowned." Did I do something wrong?"

Trunks smiled thinly, his hands slowly falling from her shoulders, to her waist, and retreating to his sides." No of course not. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met and I'd give anything to have you in my apartment, but. . ."

Yuu gulped, recognizing his guilt ridden expression. She'd seen that a hundred times from many of the men she'd slept with over the years.

" It's because you're married. . .isn't it?"

Married? I think imprisoned is the right word.

Not waiting for Trunks to feed her a lie, Yuu turned around and started back the way she had came when Trunks reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to his chest. He didn't care what it'd cost him, he just knew he had to have her. He couldn't lose her. Giving in to his desires, Trunks blurted." I'm not married!" Yuu looked up into his pleading blue eyes." My sister... I forgot she was visiting." Trunks grinned, letting the lie slide from his tongue." I forgot all about her, I'm sorry."

"I'd love to meet her." Yuu suggested, but Trunks tightened his hold to keep her from escaping.

"YOU CAN'T!" Trunks shouted, louder than he intended.

"Why not?" Yuu asked, suspicious.

"Because she...she...she's crazy! She freaks out when people she doesn't know visits! You should've seen what she did to the mail man once." Trunks laughed nervously

"You left your crazy sister home alone?"

"Well, I didn't plan to stay out all night." Trunks scratched his head." I planned on watching you dance and coming straight home afterwards. I guess I got caught up in being with you..." Trunks leaned forward and gave Yuu a quick kiss." I'm sure my sister is alright but I better hurry and get back, she must be lonely."

"Promise you'll call me tomorrow." Yuu growled, lovingly caressing Trunks' cheek and giving him another kiss before walking away.

"I promise." Trunks squeaked, hypnotized by the way Yuu's hips moved as she walked. He was so close to making his daydreams become reality. His groin ached just thinking about it. With a loud sigh, Trunks slowly trudged up the stairs, passed his apartment, did a double take and came back to his apartment, stuck the key through the lock and opened the door.

"I'm home!" He called, hoping she wouldn't respond.

Trunks inwardly groaned as his wife sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hall, holding a soup spoon in one hand.

He expected the warm smile. He didn't expect her to stand on her toes and kiss him on the lips. Instantly, guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. What have I done? She doesn't deserve this!

The kiss didn't last longer than five seconds.

Trunks noticed the way her nose scrunched after she pulled away. Did she taste Yuu's lipstick on my lips? Can she smell Yuu's perfume all over me? Do I smell like shame? Maybe she knows!

The grimace quickly disappeared from her face. She smiled, turning her head to point towards the kitchen, her black pony tail bouncing slightly." Dinner is almost done. We're having stew tonight." She casually lifted her hand to wipe her lips, hoping Trunks wouldn't notice and he didn't. He was too preoccupied with taking off his shoes to notice. He didn't respond to her kiss the way she expected him to. He didn't kiss back or explore her body with his hands. As his wife, she should've been hurt, not relieved. She didn't react to the kiss like she had hoped to, either.

"Pan."

"Hm?" Pan raised her eyebrows.

Trunks smiled." I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not coming home sooner." Trunks grimaced, inwardly punishing himself for chickening out.

"Don't worry about it." Pan shook her head and quickly went back to the kitchen, hoping Trunks wouldn't read too much into her response or why she liked it when he was hardly home.

In the hallway, Trunks paused to gaze at their wedding picture, remembering the day that changed his life four months earlier...