Ok so this is the second chapter which in my opinion is better than the first. This leads further into the story. Let me explain a few things.
1.) No she isn't stronger than Vegeta, She has a power that's never been seen and she has caught him off guard. 2.) I get it ppl don't like oc's but, without an oc this story would not work believe you me I tried and it came out crappy. 3.) In this story I'll try to lay off the descriptions but there are no guarantees. 4.) last but not least I unfourtunately do not own DBZ I do however own Elena the oc in the story. (~ ~ ~) means a change from a Characters Pov to an Omniscent Third person point of view. If you don't know look it up but, I think all reader's are smart so you probably already know what that means. (******) means switching back to previous POV. ENJOY!
After her little scuffle with Vegeta, Elena conversed more with everyone. She smiled and her eyes gleamed joyously. Bulla smiles as well. She was glad that everyone liked her friend. Every now and again Elena would glance at Trunks, he'd wink at her to make her blush. He enjoyed doing it. He was actually shocked at his own behavior, normally he wasn't fond of his sister's friends however, this one was different
(Elena's POV)
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was just too handsome. I glanced over to where he and the guys were talking and he winked at me. Usually, I don't like the guys Bulla tries to put me with but, her brother was on a whole 'nother level. As the sun began to set everyone said their goodbyes and went home.
"Let's go get our bags." I said to Bulla. She gave a curt nod and followed me outside. We went back to my silver Ferrari and pulled out ten bags. They were colored in assortments of pinks and aquas. She and I tried to pull the bags out but, they were a little too heavy.
"Hey Elena, why don't you use your telekinesis to lift the bags?" Bulla asked as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Great idea, Bulla!" I exclaimed.
I took off my glasses and raised my energy, my micro braids began flowing on their own. Right before I lifted the bags up I heard someone. "Need a hand?" a raspy alto asked. I stopped and faced the doorway where he was standing
(Bulla's POV)
I saw Elena turn to the door. Her face turned pink and she rubbed the back of her head. I turned around to see Trunks leaning in the doorway with the same smirk as my father. The only difference between the two was his face wasn't as hardened and the fact that he had a simplistic, innocent light in his eyes.
Trunks leaned against the door, his lavender hair was long and loose. He had on a muscle tank and black polyester sweat pants. 'He is gorgeous.' I thought. He laughed and walked over to us .
"Allow me." he offered and in a single motion he lifted all the bags with one hand. The muscles in his arm flexed when he lifted all of our luggage. He had a medium build he wasn't too big but, he was a bit slender. I could tell that he trained a good amount, the cut of his six-pack was visible through his tank.
(Trunks POV)
I mentally laughed as I sensed Elena's ki spike and drop rapidly. I must really turn her on if it's fluctuating that much. I took the bags into the house and up the stairs to Bulla's oversized suite with both of the girls in tow. I opened her room door and set the bags down at the foot of her king sized bed. Bulla came in afterwards.
"Thank you!" she squealed. I smiled and gave her a hug. "You're most definately welcome." I replied.
I really do love my little sister, she means a lot to me. I let her go and winked at Elena as I walked out. The minute I closed the door shut I heard her squealing. "Bulla your brother is so sexy!" She gushed and laughed.
"Got her." I said to myself. I began walking down the hallway to the gravity chamber for some solo training. I opened the door and found my father training with great rage. I guessed he was still pissed about getting his ass beat earlier today.
"Aw, did the big bad Prince of Saiyans get his ego hurt?" I antagonized. He shot me a dirty look that gradually turned into a smirk. I mimicked him like a mirror giving him the same twisted, evil looking half-smile.
"Feeling gutsy today huh boy?" he asked. I shrugged and walked in with him. "Seriously though dad, relax. Not one of us has a dealt with a power like that before and besides she caught you off guard, so chill out." I said as I began stretching.
"Hmph, you can't talk you weren't the one who was defeated by her now were you?" He growled. I blew him off and stood up across from him. "Enough talk, let's train." I barked.
He smirked and charged me. I leapt over him and aimed a kick at the back of his head. My dad whipped around, taking hold of my foot and threw me. I did a back hand spring and propelled myself off of the wall. I flew at him and my fist met his stomach. He hunched over and put one hand on my wrist. He pulled it away to show his other hand had blocked my punch. He looked up at me and smirked.
"Don't think that because you're grown or the fact that you've gotten taller, that you'll be able to defeat me." he snorted. For some odd reason I felt compelled to take this oppurtnity. I raised an eyebrow and leaned my head back. My father laughed a bit.
"What's wrong? You dissappointed?" he asked. I waited a moment before responding. "Well?" He demanded.
I quickly went super saiyan and flung my head forward. My skull collided with his and I looked at his eyes. His pupils dialated and he staggered backwards. I rubbed my head, "Ow that hurt." I said.
My father growled and went super saiyan. 'Nice work moron, now he's really gonna crush you.' I thought. He flew at me and punched me in the stomach and then kicked me in face. I flew into the wall, my back hit it so hard it knocked the wind out of me. I struggled to stand up but, before I could my father grabbed my hair and chopped me on the shoulder. I screamed, he knew I dislocated it last week and it was still sore. I got pissed off and powered up. I blasted him in the chest, burning a hole in his shirt.
He leapt back and let me stand up. I started wheezing and coughed so hard that I fell back to the floor. My dad stopped and walked over to me. He knelt down and pulled my inhaler out of his pocket. I took a puff from it and sighed.
"When the hell did your asthma come back?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice. I shrugged and let him help me up. "I honestly couldn't tell you, stress from work must be taking it's toll on my body." I said wearily.
My dad nodded and ruffled my hair like he used to do when I was a little boy. I walked out the chamber and slinked down the hallway to take a shower. I steadily wiped the sweat from my face with my towel. I stopped at the bathroom door and listened, someone was singing. I opened the door and found Elena in a towel, singing to herself in the mirror while she pulled her braids into a bun. I took it that she just got out of the shower because her dark brown skin gleamed like the sun. She turned and looked at me.
"O-oh, hey Trunks... Did you need to take a shower? I'll be out in a second okay?" she stammered nervously.
Trunks stared at Elena still. Admiring the curves of her well kept hourglass figure. "Okay, I'm done." she said.
Elena couldn't help but blush as she slid shyly past him. She felt his well built chest against her side. 'Wow, with a chest like that he must be really strong.' she thought. After she slid into the hallway, she walked to Bulla's room.
Trunks watched her as she walked away. He stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He felt a perverted thought creep into his mind. The thought of what it would feel like to have her bare breasts pressed against his toned chest.
