A/N: PLEASE READ THIS, IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! Hi, my loves. Um. . .so, as some of you know if you follow me on Tumblr, last Thursday a member of a group known as "Eliminator" that has nothing better to do in their spare time but report stories with lemons, reported me to the administrators, and I was forced to censor every single one of my fics containing a lemon. I was told that lemons are 'MA' rated content, which this website does not allow. Apparently, in rated M stories we are only allowed to 'allude' to sex, and cannot describe it in detail. So here's the issue with this story. The entire first half of this chapter featured Bulma and Vegeta doing nothing but having sex; obviously at this point in time I cannot post this on here, because I've been told my account will be terminated if I violate the rules again. What I have instead done is post the censored version on here (which completely excludes Bulma and Vegeta from this chapter unfortunately), and on my Archive of Our Own account, I have the complete, uncensored lemon of this chapter posted. My username is Im_Still_So_Deep (I would just put a link, but links posted on this website don't show up for some reason *insert bitter looking emoji here*). To make it easier on you guys, the best link I can provide is archiveofourownDOTorg/users/Im_Still_So_Deep (copy and paste the link into google, and replace DOT with an actual period). Sorry that had to be so complicated, but like I said for some reason links don't show up on this website. Thank you to my friend SaiyanPrince541 for telling me this trick. :)
I am honestly at this point not happy with this website at all. 90% of rated M stories feature lemons, some of which are extremely graphic, yet mine were the ones that got targeted. . .sigh. It's not fair to me as an author to have limitations put on my creativity, and it's not fair to you guys as readers to have to read a censored and incomplete-feeling chapter. I am really sorry about this, and I know many of you wanted to read the lemon, so please go to AO3 and check it out on my page. You don't have to have an account there in order to read/review. I have finally built a following on this website, and I'm worried I'm going to lose some readers since I can't post lemons on here anymore. This has just not been a fun thing to deal with at all. :(
{Unfortunately, this is where the lemon used to be, but it's too hot for this website, so visit my profile page Im_Still_So_Deep on AO3 to read all the steamy Vegebul moments. Btw, Vegeta is NOT pleased about being censored! *insert angry face emoji and middle finger emoji here*}
Like I said, we for some reason can't post links on here, so please copy and paste archiveofourownDOTorg/users/Im_Still_So_Deep into google and replace DOT with an actual period.
"Now remember what I said about tonight," Trunks informed Bra as he stopped at a red light, only a couple of minutes from Capsule Corp. "You CAN'T under any circumstances let Mom and Dad know about Veronica coming over."
Bra leaned back in her seat, sighing heavily as she clutched her bookbag. "Yes, yes I won't. We've already talked about this a billion times!"
Trunks shifted his foot back over to the gas pedal once the light turned green and went fifteen miles over the speed limit, eager to get home and 'prep' for his evening alone with his lovely lady. "I know, but everything has to be perfect! I don't want anything to go wrong."
As he pulled into the gates of CC, all the blood drained from his face as he saw a familiar car parked in the driveway. "NOO!" he gasped as he slammed on the break, startling Bra, who gave him a glare as her head banged against the window.
"Hey, that hurt!" Bra stammered as Trunks put the car in park. His azure eyes doubled in size as he noticed a pair of figures coming out through the front door. "No, no, NO! This CANNOT be happening right now!" he cried, banging his head on the steering wheel.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" Bra exclaimed with a wide smile, unbuckling her seat belt and dashing towards Dr. and Mrs. Briefs.
"Hello, my darling granddaughter!" Mrs. Briefs beamed, scooping the little girl up into her arms and giving her a kiss on the head. "You're looking more and more beautiful every day!"
"Thanks!" Bra chirped before turning to her grandfather and giving him a hug as well. "I'm so happy to see you both! But. . .Trunks isn't for some reason."
They all glanced over at Trunks, who was still sitting in his sports car, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes on the verge of popping out of their sockets, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"What seems to be the problem, Trunks?" Dr. Briefs called over to his grandson. "You've had the car in park for a couple of minutes; you can get out now."
"Why me, why me, GODDAMMIT, why me?" Trunks muttered under his breath, jerking his keys out of the ignition and exiting the vehicle, slamming the door shut.
Mrs. Briefs, clueless as always, simply smiled at her grandson and disregarded his sullen expression. "There's my handsome grandson! My, it seems you're even taller than the last time I saw you!"
"Mhm," Trunks mumbled as he massaged his temple, doing his best to remain calm. "Ummm. . .so what are you two doing here?"
The married couple exchanged a look, and Dr. Briefs took a deep drag on his cigarette before speaking. "Well, your mother called us last night and asked if we would check up on the two of you while she and your father enjoy their getaway."
FUCK!
The teenager's jaw tightened in response. He should've known that his mother would pull something like this. "Well," Trunks feigned a smile, brushing his silky bangs out of his eyes, "there's no need for you two to stay long. I've got everything under control!"
"I'm sure you do, Trunks," Dr. Briefs responded as he gently petted Scratch on his shoulder. "But you know, this was mine and your grandmother's home before we moved out after I retired. I do miss it sometimes, too, so I think we'll be here for quite a while tonight."
"Ha. . .ha. . .ha," Trunks laughed awkwardly, internally screaming in his mind.
"You don't have a problem with us staying, do you, Trunks?" the old man asked his grandson, hiding back a smile as he realized his daughter had been right about Trunks being up to something.
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?!
"Yeah. . .I have no problem at all with you two being here. Nope, none. None at all," his voice was strained as he forced a smile, gritting his teeth so hard that he nearly chipped a tooth.
"Good," Dr. Briefs grinned, patting Trunks on the back.
"I'll go make some dinner!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, heading back inside, with Bra and Dr. Briefs following close behind.
Trunks stood in the doorway, stomping his foot and letting out a loud huff as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He selected Goten's number from his contact list and waited for his best friend to pick up, cussing under his breath all the while.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Goten's cheery voice answered a few seconds later.
"Dude, you're not going to believe what's happening to me right now!"
"Is Veronica already at your house? Are you two about to fu-"
"NO!" Trunks yelled into the phone, and then tensed up as he realized he was being too loud. "My mom called my grandparents and told them to come check on me and Bra, and now my grandpa is saying they're going to be here for a long while tonight! This could screw everything up!" he said in a harsh whisper.
There was silence on the other line for a moment. Finally, Goten let out a hearty laugh, which instantly annoyed Trunks. "BAHAHA! Dude, you have the shittiest luck, bahaha."
"Shut up, Goten! It's not funny."
"I'm sorry, bro. I shouldn't laugh. That really does suck," Goten responded, attempting to cease his laughter.
"I just need to make sure they leave by 8:45, because that's when I told Veronica to come over," Trunks said, running a hand down the side of his face.
"Well, I wish you luck," Goten replied, smothering another laugh. "Lemme know how it goes, dude."
"Yeah. . ." was Trunks' only response before he hung up the phone, shutting the front door behind him, kicking his shoes off in the entry way.
"Pssst, hey!" Bra whispered from the living room while Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were both in the kitchen.
Trunks walked over to his little sister, flopping down on the couch next to her. "What is it, Bra?" he inquired as he threw his car keys down on the table in front of him, propping his feet up on it.
"How is Veronica going to come over if Grandma and Grandpa are here?"
"SHHHHH!" Trunks spat, pressing a finger to his mouth. "Keep your voice down!"
"Sorry," Bra whisphered in return.
"We just need to make sure that they don't find about Veronica, and that they're gone by the time she comes over," Trunks informed her, continuously glancing at the kitchen entryway, making sure his grandparents couldn't hear.
"We?" Bra repeated, lifting an eyebrow. She then smiled wickedly, poking him in the arm. "I'll help you, but it's gonna cost ya."
"Dammit," Trunks muttered under his breath, burying his face in his hands. "What do you want?" he asked in a low voice, lifting his head back up.
"Hmmmm," the little girl mused before her smile deepened, rubbing her hands together as she chuckled. "Oh...I know..."
"Just spit it out!" he demanded, his voice louder than he intended for it to be.
"I want you to spend all day with me tomorrow! I want you to take me out for ice cream, then take me shopping, AND I want to see a movie!"
"WHAT? Bra, I'm already doing everything you requested last night, and now you want me to do all that too?!"
"Take it or leave it, Trunks! You're making me go to bed earlier than usual tonight so that you can spend time with your girlfriend, so the least you could do is spend time with me tomorrow. Or else I'll tell Mommy. . ."
Why does everyone in this family have to be so damn stubborn?!
"Fiiiiiiine," Trunks grumbled, exhaling through his nose.
"Yippee! You're the best big brother ever!" Bra cheered, hugging him tightly, flashing him her sweetest smile.
"I better be," he mumbled, pulling away from her embrace.
Mrs. Briefs appeared in the room a few minutes later with her usual smile, holding a pitcher of tea in one hand. "It's time to eat, my precious grandchildren! After dinner I'll bake you two some scrumptious treats!"
"That's so nice of you!" Bra beamed, hopping off of the couch. She paused before entering the kitchen, glancing at her brother who was answering a text message on his phone. "You know, Grandma, Trunks offered last night to make me some sweets. Maybe you two can make them together!"
The rapid movement of his thumbs on his phone's keyboard came to an abrupt stop as Trunks looked over at his sister, his eyes narrowing into two angry slits. Of course he loved his grandmother, and her cooking even put Chi-Chi's to shame, but the last thing he wanted to do was be stuck in a kitchen with her.
"Oh, my! I think that would be a splendid idea! Don't you agree, my sweet Trunks?!"
Trunks bit down on his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood. "Mhm. . ." was all he could get out.
"Marvelous! Well, come eat your dinner, I don't want it getting cold!" Mrs. Briefs said before disappearing back into the kitchen.
I know I've already said this ten times today. . .but why me?!
After dinner, Bra and Dr. Briefs went into the living room, where she was proudly showing him the most recent additions to her stuffed animal collection, while Trunks stayed behind in the kitchen with Mrs. Briefs. He anxiously glanced at the time on the stove before preheating the oven, eager to get this over with.
I have a little under two hours to get them out of this house. . .
"Your mother certainly doesn't keep this kitchen organized like I used to," Mrs. Briefs observed as she rummaged through the pantry.
"Yeah, that's true," Trunks agreed, leaning back against the counter. "If you want to make this easier on both of us, there's store-bought brownies and cookies my mom bought earlier this week that haven't been ate yet."
Mrs. Briefs placed the supplies she had gathered up in her arms onto the counter and waved a hand at him. "Oh, nonsense! We're not going to take the easy way out. Besides, this gives us some quality time to spend together!"
"Yeaaah," Trunks answered, flicking his bangs out of his eyes.
"Now, come here, sweetie, and help me mix all this up!" Mrs. Briefs giggled, cracking two eggs into a large bowl.
Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. VERONICA.
Trunks repeated the exquisite name in his head over and over again like manta, reminding him of why he was doing all this. Mrs. Briefs poured a few more ingredients into the bowl, and then handed it off to Trunks. He grabbed a whisk and began to stir absentmindedly, his mind elsewhere.
"I'm so pleased that your mother asked us to come check on the two of you," Mrs. Briefs said happily as she looked for a pan in the bottom cabinet. "She was just so worried that you were up to something this weekend."
A nervous laugh erupted from Trunks, nearly dropping the bowl onto the floor. "Ha. . .ha. . .ha. I don't know why she thinks that. . .I'm responsible, honest!"
"Oh, don't worry, darling, I believe you. I just think it's kinda funny that your mother is worried about you misbehaving because she was such a wild child when she was your age. Your grandfather and I hardly knew what she was up to half of the time."
"Hm. Interesting," Trunks responded. He had heard stories before from Krillin and the others about Bulma's younger days, and from the picture they painted, Bulma was no saint when she was a teenager. That honestly didn't surprise him that much though; she could very riotous at times, and he always figured she had been that way her whole life.
Mrs. Briefs took the bowl from Trunks, and poured the batter into a pan she found. "You know, I honestly wasn't surprised at all when she and your father first got together. I've always thought he was such a nice young man, but he can be a bit of a 'bad boy'."
"My dad. . .nice?" his eyes widened in confusion. Man, she really was clueless.
"Why yes, dear, your father is such a sweetheart! Anyway, your mother has always had a thing for men with an edge, and your father was no exception. Gosh, I know he's my son-in-law, but he is one good looking man. I've always said he should be an underwear model or something to that caliber," she giggled away as she placed the pan in the oven, setting the timer for thirty minutes.
Trunks could feel his dinner threatening to come back up. That was way too much information. His phone then vibrated in his pocket, and he saw he had received a text message from Veronica, where she expressed how excited she was to see him. He eagerly texted back, deciding not to tell her about his grandparents being over, because he was determined to make sure that they were gone by the time she arrived.
"So, Trunks, I hope you don't think I'm nosy or anything," Mrs. Briefs stated in her shrill voice, making Trunks look up from his phone. "But I've seen pictures of your girlfriend on your Facebook, and she's very pretty. I can't wait for you two to get married!"
Trunks then broke into a coughing fit, and Mrs. Briefs got him a glass of water a few seconds later, unaware of what had gotten him so worked up. "Grandma! I'm a senior in high school! The last thing I want to do is get married!"
Mrs. Briefs giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. "Your grandfather and I were the exact same age as you when we got married! Age ain't nothin' but a number!"
"Uhh. . .well, I think it will be a long while before I get married," Trunks replied with a faint blush, staring down at his lock screen picture of Veronica on his phone.
"Just don't wait too long! Speaking of marriage, I just think it's sooo romantic how your parents went away for their wedding anniversary. I hope they're having a terrific time!"
"I honestly don't even want to know what they're up to," Trunks shuttered.
"I'm sure that whatever they're doing right now, it's probably lots of fun. I bet that sweet man Vegeta really knows how to thrill a woman. Hehehe."
JESUS FREAKING CHRIST!
It seemed as though he spent a small eternity in the kitchen with his grandmother, listening all the while to her asinine ramblings, but finally the thirty minutes for the brownies were up, and Mrs. Briefs happily served everyone. Bra ate ten brownies, and was on such a sugar rush that she was piratically bouncing off the walls. She reminded Trunks that he had promised to watch Tangled with her, and everyone settled in the family room. Mrs. Briefs popped some popcorn, and gave everyone their own individual bowl while the movie played, giggling about how happy she was to spend an evening with her grandchildren.
Halfway through the movie, around 8:15, the doorbell rang, startling everyone. Trunks sensed the ki energy at the door and choked on a piece of popcorn in his mouth, chugging down his soda.
Veronica!
"Now who could that be at the door?" Dr. Briefs pondered, looking over at the entryway.
"I haven't the slightest clue, but I'll go check!" Mrs. Briefs said as she stood up, smoothing out her dress.
"NO!" Trunks shouted, leaping off of the sofa. Everyone gave him a puzzled look as he speed over to the front door, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"What on Earth has gotten that boy so frazzled?" Dr. Briefs mused, adjusting his glasses.
"I think I know," Bra giggled, chomping away on her popcorn. "This is gonna be good!"
Trunks arrived at the front door a mere two seconds later and felt his breath escape him as he laid his eyes on his beautiful girlfriend. Her smile lit up her face as she gazed at him, her eyes sparkling. "Hey! I'm sorry I'm a little early, but I just couldn't wait to see you, so I thought I'd surprise you!"
"Well, I'm definitely surprised," Trunks replied, watching intently as she began to unzip her jacket.
"I wore this just for you. I thought you would like it," she grinned, revealing a black blouse with a plunging neckline, her pink bra showing slightly.
Oh. My. God. . .DAYYYUUUM!
"Veronica, you look so go-"
"Trunks, who's at the door?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she came up behind him.
"AHH!" he gasped as his grandma pushed him out of the way so that she could see Veronica. The teenage girl's green eyes widened at the sight of the older lady, and she immediately zipped her jacket back up, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "You must be my grandson's beautiful girlfriend! So nice to finally meet you!"
"Um. . .uh, likewise!" Veronica responded awkwardly as she shook her hand, glancing over at Trunks who looked as though he was about to die from embarrassment.
"I don't know if you know this, but Trunks' parents are out of town on a romantic trip, so my husband and I are here babysitting our precious grandchildren!"
"Oh. . .uh, I had NO idea his parents were out of town, really!" Veronica smiled anxiously, rubbing the back of her neck.
"And you're NOT babysitting me, Grandma!" Trunks stated, rolling his eyes. "You and Grandpa were just supposed to be checking up on us briefly."
Veronica couldn't help but giggle at how flustered Trunks appeared. He looked even more adorable than usual.
"Well, we most certainly can't leave now! Your mother gave us strict orders to make sure you two love birds weren't left alone! Your grandfather and I will just have to chaperon this date!"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHYYYYYY?!
"B-but. . .I. . .we-"
"Now, Trunks don't even try to argue with me!" Mrs. Briefs scolded, shaking her index finger at him as he continued to stammer.
"It's okay, Trunks," Veronica said in a soft voice as she stepped into the house, standing beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you want me to take your jacket, dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she closed the door.
Veronica looked down at herself and her blush instantly deepened, zipping her jacket up even farther, so that not even a trace of her revealing top was showing. "Uh, no it's alright. . .I get cold easily!" She then looked up at Trunks as he gently grabbed a hold of her hand. "I'm so, so, SO sorry about this! I thought they would leave by the time you got here!" he whispered as they entered the living room.
"Oh, it's alright! Don't worry!" she said reassuringly, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Trunks' lovely girlfriend decided to stop by!" Mrs. Briefs announced to Dr. Briefs and Bra as she took her seat on the couch next to her husband.
Dr. Briefs looked over at the teenage girl and chuckled to himself. So that's why his grandson had been so frantic. "Hello," Veronica smiled over at him, to which he gave her a polite nod.
"Hiiii!" Bra waved, sitting up straighter in her Hello Kitty beanbag chair.
Veronica waved back at the little girl as she sat down next to Trunks on the couch, her shoulder brushing against his, the simple contact sending butterflies throughout her stomach. She let out a sigh as Trunks flashed her his dreamy smile. She had actually had a crush on him for many years, and was thrilled that they were now a couple. The first World Tournament that she had ever gotten to attend was the one where Trunks had won the Junior Division ten years ago, and ever since that day she had been infatuated with him. They had actually gone to the same school for years, but she had always been incredibly shy, so she was reluctant to express her feelings to him. Trunks was one of the most popular kids in school, and he had girls asking him out constantly, so she didn't think she stood a chance. But this past year, she gained much more confidence in herself, and decided to finally tell him how she felt. To her delight, he had told her that he had always had a crush on her as well, but he too was hesitant about confessing his feelings. She was just so happy about how the past few weeks had been going; she had never been happier.
When Trunks asked her to come over tonight, she could barely contain her excitement; she had looked forward to it all day. She wore her best perfume, straightened her hair, and picked out an outfit she knew would drive him insane. But. . .it didn't look like anything would be happening tonight, unfortunately. Trunks' family was nice enough; she had met his parents and little sister for the first time a couple of weeks ago. His father was. . .interesting to say the least. He was a very handsome man (she could see where Trunks got his good looks), but he was very quiet and even seemed agitated a good amount of the time. Bra was a very sweet, happy little girl, and she really got along well with her. And she had to admit that when she first met his mother she had been completely starstruck. It was Bulma freakin' Briefs for crying out loud! She was one of the most influential women in the entire world, and she had looked up to her for many years, especially since she had dreams of being a business woman herself one day. She didn't want to get on Bulma's bad side, either. If she found out what her and Trunks were originally planning on doing tonight, she knew that the feisty blue-haired female would probably forbid Trunks from ever seeing her again. So she was going to be on her best behavior for his grandparents, so that they would give a good report to Bulma. Even though exhibiting self-control was very hard to do when she was around the lavender-haired stud.
"What's your name again?" Dr. Briefs asked from the end of the couch, glancing over at the teenage girl.
"Veronica, sir," she smiled amiably.
Dr. Briefs nodded his head in acknowledgment, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
Trunks glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. It was absolutely killing him to be so close to her, and yet not being able to touch her. The sweet fragrance of her perfume was intoxicating him, and he had to use all of his discipline to keep from pulling her close. His fingers gently brushed her soft hand, and she shuttered quietly in pleasure, meeting his gaze.
"Oooooh," Bra crooned from her seat as she looked back at them with a cheeky grin.
After sending his little sister a death glare, Trunks let out a loud sigh, silently fuming at the lack of privacy in the room. This wasn't how he envisioned this evening going. He cared immensely for his grandparents, but they needed to get the fuck out. He knew that was harsh to say, but there was a beautiful girl beside him gazing at him longingly, and couldn't even kiss her with everyone watching them.
Time passed slowly as Tangled continued to play on the movie theater-sized tv. Trunks and Veronica sat beside each other, stealing glances and occasionally holding hands all the while, even though they both longed for more. Finally, the movie came to an end, and Bra let out a loud yawn. "I'm so tired!" She then turned to her brother, who had a hand lingering on Veronica's thigh while his grandparents weren't looking. "Will you read me all of the bed time stories you promised?"
Trunks checked the time on his phone before looking back at her. "I don't feel like doing it now, Bra."
The five year old jumped out of her seat, marching over to her brother and poking him in the knee. Veronica watched in fascination at how the seemingly sweet little girl took on a fierce temperament. She had heard rumors in the past that both of Trunks'parents were hot-heads, so that would explain where Bra learned it from.
"If you don't do it I'm gonna tell Mommy your secret!"
Dr. Briefs suddenly became interested in the conversation. "Secret?" he asked, eyeing his grandson.
"I don't have a secret. Right, Bra?" Trunks glared at Bra, silently threatening her.
Bra crossed her arms over her chest, her blue orbs igniting with fire. "Don't think I won't tell on you!"
Trunks could feel his grandparents' eyes on him and he started to sweat, his face turning read. "Okay, I'll read you a bedtime story," he said through clenched teeth, not even able to fake a smile.
Bra nodded in satisfaction. "Great!"
"Are you sure there's no secret?" Dr. Briefs interrogated his grandson, watching as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
Trunks could tell by the tone of his grandfather's voice that he was onto him. He was just smart as Bulma. Mrs. Briefs, however, was completely clueless and seemed unaware of what was going on as she sipped her tea. Trunks panicked and blurted out the first thing that came into his mind. "The secret is. . .I wear teddy bear underwear!"
He paused after speaking, his face feeling rather hot. He didn't wear teddy bear underwear, of course. That was a story Goten had told him about how Gohan had a girl from his high school force him to go on a date with her or else she would expose his secret, which ultimately was that he wore teddy bear underwear. He didn't even know why that was the first thing that popped into his head, but it was fucking embarrassing. He darted a glance over at Veronica, hoping that she wouldn't think he was a total loser for saying that. She appeared to be laughing at what he said, but she smiled at him good-naturedly, her eyes meeting his.
"Oh, how adorable!" Mrs. Briefs giggled, clasping her hands together. "I remember back when you were a baby, you had the cutest pair of Barney underwear! And then you also had Winnie the P-"
"GRANDMA!" Trunks shouted, covering his ears. Would the embarrassment ever end?! He then glanced over at his grandfather as the older man suddenly stood up. "Oh, are you guys heading home?" Trunks asked, trying to hide his excitement.
A warm smile appeared on Dr. Briefs' face, even though there was a secretive twinkle in his eye. He was teenager once; he knew exactly what Trunks was wanting to do after they left. . .which was exactly why they weren't going anywhere. Bulma would kill them if they allowed such a thing to happen. "Well, my boy, I think your grandmother and I will just stay until tomorrow morning. It's been a mighty long time since we've spent the night here, so I think that's just what we'll do."
It was hard to miss the immediate change in Trunks' demeanor. He stared blankly ahead for a few minutes before Veronica's soft hand on his arm snapped him out of the daze he was in. "I think I'll go now," she whispered, seeing that nothing would be able to happen tonight.
"Don't you want to stay and watch Trunks act out my bedtime stories with Barbies?!" Bra offered, tugging on the older girl's hand.
"NO!" Trunks screeched at his little sister. "I mean, uh, she doesn't want to see that. Here, I'll walk you out, babe," Trunks recovered, taking Veronica's hand.
Veronica couldn't contain her laughter as he walked her to the front door. His embarrassment was just too cute, and she couldn't stop picturing him in teddy bear underwear; that was a sight she would really like to see. "You know, you're a really good big brother," she smiled as he opened the door for her.
"Ha, thanks," Trunks chuckled, thankful that his family was now out of hearing range. "She's putting me through the ringer, but I'm doing what she says so that we can have our alone time. I know my grandparents ruined tonight for us, but tomorrow they hopefully won't be here again. So then it can be just you and me. . ."
"I like the sound of that," Veronica breathed, leaning in to kiss him.
As their lips were about to meet, a growl sounded beneath them and they looked down to see Bra glaring at Trunks. "HEY! You said you were supposed to spend tomorrow with me!"
"Bra, I agreed to spend the day with you, but tomorrow night Veronica is coming over, since everything was ruined tonight by Grandma and Grandpa."
"Ooooh! I have a good idea! I think it would be fun for Veronica to come with us on our outing tomorrow!" Bra suggested.
Oh, yeah being bossed around by my little sister in front of my girlfriend. . .sounds like a TON of fun.
"I think that would be a lot of fun, actually," Veronica agreed, smiling down at Bra.
After Veronica said that, Trunks let out a sigh, cracking his neck. "Alright. . .but Bra, after we get back home, you have to keep your end of the deal and go to bed, while Veronica and I stay downstairs."
"Oookay! Now come read me my bedtime stories!"
"Just give me a minute," Trunks said to his little sister, and with a nod, she headed towards the stairs, while their grandparents remained in the living room. He then turned his attention back to Veronica, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her beautiful face. "So. . .I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes. . .I look forward to spending an entire with you," she stated in an alluring voice, standing on her tiptoes so that she could capture his lips with hers, grinning as he immediately responded to her, his strong hands resting on her curvy hips.
A loud cough from behind them a couple of minutes later alarmed them both. They looked back to see Dr. Briefs standing with his arms crossed, his expression awkward. "Uh, sorry, kids, but Bra is getting restless upstairs and wants Trunks to read to her immediately."
"Okay, um, I'll go now," Veronica smiled shyly at Dr. Briefs, giving Trunks one last look before exiting the house and getting into her car. Trunks didn't shut the door until she disappeared out of sight, releasing a sigh. He did his best not to be angry with his grandfather as he turned to him, the older man offering him an apologetic look.
"I apologize, Trunks, I didn't mean to interrupt your moment."
"Nah, it's fine. Totally fine," Trunks lied as he walked past him up the stairs towards Bra's room.
"I was just talking with your grandmother, and we'll be leaving in the morning around 9 o'clock. We also won't be coming back to check on you two."
HELL YES!
"Ah, man, really? Well, Bra and I will miss you guys," he said in his most convincing voice.
"We will miss you both, too, of course. But the reason we will be leaving in the morning is because your mother is relieving us of our duty of checking up on you and Bra. . .because she has someone else doing it instead tomorrow."
His heart sank immediately as he stopped on the top step, slowly turning his head to look back at his grandfather. "S-someone else? D-do you know who it is?"
"Yes. . .it's Chi-Chi."
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
A/N: Sigh. . .I was so excited about this chapter, and now after all that's happened I just feel. . .blah. I even was contemplating just leaving this website all together, but I will more than likely stay, even though I hate this lack of creative control I have with my fics. This is the most popular fanfic website out there, and I get more hits and reviews here. . .but it's killing me that I can't post lemons. I do have a bachelor's degree in criminal justice, so I am naturally supposed to be a rule follower. . .even though rules are boooring. Well, the last chapter got many reviews, and I would hope this one would too, because you guys do make me happy with your sweet words. Again, I am so sorry about the lack of lemony goodness in this chapter. *tear* I'll try to update next week. :) Thank you guys for letting me rant my feelings lol.
