Hello again. I decided to get out another chapter because everyone's reviews just really got to me. I want to thank you all so VERY VERY MUCH!!! for your supportive reviews!! It really gave me a reason to update if you know what I mean. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter!!
Disclaimer: ...........Oh, I'm supposed to say I don't own it now? *Jack looks to director and he nods* Oh, okay. *looks down at script* I don't own DBZ. Was that good? *director nods again* Good.
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I settle into my bathtub once again, making small noise of pleasure as my body adjusts to the temperature. I can feel all of my muscles begin to relax and I smile.
This is exactly what I need after a night last night.
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I can't recall a time I've felt this nervous before. The thing that really bugs me is I don't even know WHY I feel nervous. It's one of those gut instincts, where you just know.
The two guards part as I reach them, though the taller one keeps his arm on the door.
"Are you ready?" What does he mean 'am I ready?' Ready for what? Better answer him. This was a good idea since the guy seemed to be annoyed. That and constipated. Maybe he was annoyed because I was taking so long and the it constipated time...I'm thinking too hard.
"Yeah, I'm, uh, ready."
"Okay."
The door was open and was blinded by the flash of hundreds of television and newspaper camera's taking pictures of me. Great. That's just what I needed, my picture pasted all over the local papers. I don't even like this outfit. What'll the people at work say...
WAIT ONE SECOND! Just WHY are there a bunch of people taking my picture?!
The two guards from earlier must have sensed that I wasn't moving, not that it wasn't hard to see, and the taller one hoisted me over his shoulder like a was some.... child of some sort. The other one seemed to just push people out of his way. I can see how someone would want that kind of job. You'd definately get a power trip from that.
Resting my elbow on the guys back, I scrunch my face as an unpleasant thought.
I am a magnet for men who like to put me in interesting positions. Well, that sounds kinda wrong. And kinda kinky. That's enough for me to forget about it being wrong.
"OWW!!!" I summon my meanest glare and stare at the blond woman who just whacked me on the cheek with her microphone. That is IT!!! I am really getting sick of people CONSTANTLY MARRING MY SKIN!!!
"Listen here lady," I begin, grabbing the lapels of her business suit and dragging her along with me. "You've got a lotta nerve. Shoving a microphone in my face to ask me Kami knows what, then proceed to HIT ME WITH IT, and now, what? Are you crying?" Bringing her closer to my face, she was indeed crying.
"What are you crying for?!" All noise from her ceases and she opens one eye. Seeing she has my attention, she opens them both and brushes off her suit.
"Sir, are you telling me that you really don't know why your here?" My mouth drops open. Is this women totally deaf and blind. Not only did I SAY that I didn't know what she was going to ask me about, but the position I'm in would lead one to believe that the above is true. How many people who know what there doing are found being carried over a bodyguards shoulder like a damsel in distress, WHEN THEY ARE A MAN!!!
I drop the woman and shake my head. Don't tell me even this sober, or at least who I hope to be sober, bodyguard doesn't think I'm a woman too! I drag my hands down my face and glare at the ceiling.
That is the last straw. I'm getting plastic surgery.
Unfortunatly, I don't get the time to finalize any of these plans when I'm tossed onto a stage where I'm guessing the DJ had been the previous night. Where the hell had everything gone?
Looking around I saw that the room had been emptied out and one would never have been able to identify this as the hottest club in the building.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Mr. Briefs began, his purple bangs swishing in front of his face. "I've brought you all here to make a very important announcement. I'm getting MARRIED!!!"
WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!!!!!!!!
"That's right," he continues, swinging his arm around my waist and pulling me close. "At least it will be if he accepts." I blink and turn around just as he goes to the floor, kneeling with a ring box extended.
It was like one of those out of body experiances where you just watch yourself doing the actions, but your not really doing them. My eyes widened the small box was opened and there was the ring. THE ring. It had a silver band (how he knew I was allergic to gold I don't know) with small diamonds ringing around it. I took it out of the box and pulled it closer to my faces, realizing they formed two kissing doves. In the middle was the center diamond. It seemed to have a bluish tint to it, though it could have just been the lights.
"Wow..." was all I could manage to say. This moment was truly beautiful. Then of course, some jackass had to ruin it.
"I told you all he was a stoner. Look at him weaving around and his eyes are all cloudy. You can't tell me he's not on something." I hear a growl and look up, surprised to find that it had come from Trunks. He leaped off the stage in one big leap, tackling the guy to the floor. Talk about defensive.
"Uh, Trunks!!" What to say WHAT TO SAY?! "Honey?" That did me a hell of a lotta good. "Please, let him be. I'll marry you!!" That was an act of desperation, I tell myself.
He looks up at me, landing one more punch as he does so before standing, the smile on his face so wide it's unnatural. The buttons have burst off the top of his business jacket and it flaps around him as the crowds part and his slightly ruffled hair bounces as he walks.
It was like my own personal cologne commercial.
He stepped onto the platform and gave me a brilliant grin before his mouth descended on mine. I can't remember ever being kissed like this. Not even by Jake, and I thought he was the best in the world!
Trunks parted my lips with his tongue before seeking out my own and caressing every curve and dip of my mouth as though this was the only chance he'd ever get to kiss me. His hands went to my waist and neck, pulling me closer to him while bending me for better access.
I allowed him to do this and to be honest, I think that at that time I would have let him do anything he wanted to. It was really that enjoyable.
When he pulled away, the smile was still there before he turned to the crowd and raised arms. The camera's flashed and that's when I knew it.
I'm in deep shit.
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Leaning my head back, I stare at the celing and began to regret my earlier descision to not continue painting fish on the ceiling too. Of course, Julia had suggeted I paint a man but that would creep the hell out of me.
My well trained foot reaches down and unhooks the bath plug and I just sit there, letting the water drain until it's gone. I wanted to enjoy this bath as long as I could. Or at least, until I was as pruny as I could stand.
The fluffy white towel hanging behind my door is just stared at because I'm feeling a little dangerous today. Should I walk around naked? All twelve feet from my bathroom to my bedroom? I think I shall.
'I don't think that's a good idea..'
Greg, that you?
'Yeah..'
Shut up.
Now that that problems solved, and knowing that the voice in my head disaproves of my decision, I open the door and venture into my living room....
to find that almost all of my living room furniture is gone.
"What the hell is going on?!" I see some mover boys carrying boxes out of my bedroom and approach them.
"Excuse me, can you tell me- WHAT?!" The kid was just staring at me the rude little shit!
"Uh, sir, you know your naked right?" I blink at him before straightening myself.
"Of course I know that. This is my home!! And I can't get dressed when you are carrying off my clothes," I say before pointing down at his box, clearly marked CLOTHES.
"Right." I reach in and grab a pair of boxers and slide them on before closing the box.
"So, why is that your here?"
"Your Son Goten right?" Nodding, he continues. "Well, Mr. Briefs asked that we have your stuff moved to his house."
"Really?" What a JACKASS!!! "And where is this Mr. Briefs?" The kid points toward my back door and there he is, wearing another business suit, this one silver with black stripes, talking on his cell phone. I also noticed he doesn't look that bad in glasses, but I'm not going to let him distract me.
"Excuse me," I begin while grabbing the phone out of his hand and hanging it up. "But what in the HELL do you think your doing?!"
"Goten," he purrs in a lower voice, advancing on me until he's close enough to wrap his hands around my waist. "If we're engaged we should at least live with another." I nod dumbly as he starts to rub my back but that I snap out of it and glare at him.
"If we're engaged, we should actually KNOW EACHOTHER!!"
"Calm down." He kisses me quickly and walks over to yell at one of the movers.
"Dammit, stop doing that!" I yell at him once I've recovered my senses and walked over to him.
"Doing what?" He asks, his face the picture of innocence.
"You know damn well what, you Jackass! Stop distracting me with small foreplay!!!!" 'Please don't, please don't PLEASE DON'T,' I beg mentally.
"I'm sorry. But look, I've gotta show the movers where to go so I'll see you at home in an hour or two." I widen my eyes.
"And where in the pits of hell is home?"
"It's up your ass," he jokes, before walking out my door. I would have retaliated, but he was gone by the time I'd recovered from the remark and had stormed out my door.
I frown and sit Indian style. Well, I was GOING to sit, but then somthing sharp brushed the top of my butt. Reaching in, I pulled out a small card.
That clever bastard had snuck his card into my boxers!! Wait, how the hell did he do that?
Anyway, at least they didn't take my car...
"AHHHHH!!!!!" Running up to my garage I find the door open and the garage empty. I was really gonna start up a cussing storm until I noticed another card on the ground.
"Turn around. What the hell good is that gonna do?" I did as the car said and gasped. There was my own Corvette Convertible, top down and blinding me with it's shade of brilliant blue. Dancing around in my happiness, I approached it and saw the key already in the ignition. I didn't need anymore prompting than that.
Turning on the engine, I back out of my driveway and head towards the city, giving my house one more wave goodbye. Now, where to find my new home....
"Wait a second, I'm not wearing pants. I should buy some pants." Turning right instead of left, I head into a clothing store district. It's more of the peace and love area of town near the gay district, so people will consider me just wearing my boxers a fashion statement.
I walk into a store that looks promising and no sooner had my foot stepped through than one of the sales ladies, a woman in her forties wearing a tube top and miniskirt approached me.
"Are you that dark haired guy from TV?" She glances down at my left hand and gasps.
"My god you ARE!! Louise, c'mere!!! It's Trunks Briefs fiance!"
Do I not have a name?
It turns out that Lousie is a very manly looking woman in her late sixties. My guess is she's her mother.
"Louise, darling, it's him!" Okay, maybe they're lovers...
"It's wonderful to meet you," she said in a husky voice as she extended her hand. I smile and shake it back.
"So, you two must have been celebrating for quite awhile," the other woman said, noticing my lack of clothing. "Let me guess, you couldn't find your pants?!" she joked. I gave a curt smile, really wishing I'd choosen somewhere else.
"No no no," Louise began. "You found your pants, but you couldn't wear them because you were in too much of a hurry to get them off!!" The two barked in laughter, seeming to have fazed me out. I took this oppurtunity to bolt and ran out the door to the street.
This was another big mistake.
"IT'S HIM!!!" I hear a swarm of guys and girls yell. My mouth drops open as they begin to chase me.
"SHITT!!!!!!!!!!!" I yell, turning and running in the direction farthest away from them. They were beginning to gain after a few minutes and I knew I would have to give up.
A horn honked to my life and I looked over to see a limo. A female hand poked out and gestured me over with her finger before opening the door. I decided to take my chances and jump. I let out a sigh of relief before getting a good look at my savior.
"Hello, Son Goten."
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There you have it. Yet another chappie for my fic. I just got the internet today, so now when I finsih my chapters I can update right away instead of having to wait about a week. Well, please let me know what you think. I can't help but feel some of you might be disappointed. I'll try to make it up to you if I did. Thanks so much!!
Disclaimer: ...........Oh, I'm supposed to say I don't own it now? *Jack looks to director and he nods* Oh, okay. *looks down at script* I don't own DBZ. Was that good? *director nods again* Good.
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I settle into my bathtub once again, making small noise of pleasure as my body adjusts to the temperature. I can feel all of my muscles begin to relax and I smile.
This is exactly what I need after a night last night.
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I can't recall a time I've felt this nervous before. The thing that really bugs me is I don't even know WHY I feel nervous. It's one of those gut instincts, where you just know.
The two guards part as I reach them, though the taller one keeps his arm on the door.
"Are you ready?" What does he mean 'am I ready?' Ready for what? Better answer him. This was a good idea since the guy seemed to be annoyed. That and constipated. Maybe he was annoyed because I was taking so long and the it constipated time...I'm thinking too hard.
"Yeah, I'm, uh, ready."
"Okay."
The door was open and was blinded by the flash of hundreds of television and newspaper camera's taking pictures of me. Great. That's just what I needed, my picture pasted all over the local papers. I don't even like this outfit. What'll the people at work say...
WAIT ONE SECOND! Just WHY are there a bunch of people taking my picture?!
The two guards from earlier must have sensed that I wasn't moving, not that it wasn't hard to see, and the taller one hoisted me over his shoulder like a was some.... child of some sort. The other one seemed to just push people out of his way. I can see how someone would want that kind of job. You'd definately get a power trip from that.
Resting my elbow on the guys back, I scrunch my face as an unpleasant thought.
I am a magnet for men who like to put me in interesting positions. Well, that sounds kinda wrong. And kinda kinky. That's enough for me to forget about it being wrong.
"OWW!!!" I summon my meanest glare and stare at the blond woman who just whacked me on the cheek with her microphone. That is IT!!! I am really getting sick of people CONSTANTLY MARRING MY SKIN!!!
"Listen here lady," I begin, grabbing the lapels of her business suit and dragging her along with me. "You've got a lotta nerve. Shoving a microphone in my face to ask me Kami knows what, then proceed to HIT ME WITH IT, and now, what? Are you crying?" Bringing her closer to my face, she was indeed crying.
"What are you crying for?!" All noise from her ceases and she opens one eye. Seeing she has my attention, she opens them both and brushes off her suit.
"Sir, are you telling me that you really don't know why your here?" My mouth drops open. Is this women totally deaf and blind. Not only did I SAY that I didn't know what she was going to ask me about, but the position I'm in would lead one to believe that the above is true. How many people who know what there doing are found being carried over a bodyguards shoulder like a damsel in distress, WHEN THEY ARE A MAN!!!
I drop the woman and shake my head. Don't tell me even this sober, or at least who I hope to be sober, bodyguard doesn't think I'm a woman too! I drag my hands down my face and glare at the ceiling.
That is the last straw. I'm getting plastic surgery.
Unfortunatly, I don't get the time to finalize any of these plans when I'm tossed onto a stage where I'm guessing the DJ had been the previous night. Where the hell had everything gone?
Looking around I saw that the room had been emptied out and one would never have been able to identify this as the hottest club in the building.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Mr. Briefs began, his purple bangs swishing in front of his face. "I've brought you all here to make a very important announcement. I'm getting MARRIED!!!"
WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!!!!!!!!
"That's right," he continues, swinging his arm around my waist and pulling me close. "At least it will be if he accepts." I blink and turn around just as he goes to the floor, kneeling with a ring box extended.
It was like one of those out of body experiances where you just watch yourself doing the actions, but your not really doing them. My eyes widened the small box was opened and there was the ring. THE ring. It had a silver band (how he knew I was allergic to gold I don't know) with small diamonds ringing around it. I took it out of the box and pulled it closer to my faces, realizing they formed two kissing doves. In the middle was the center diamond. It seemed to have a bluish tint to it, though it could have just been the lights.
"Wow..." was all I could manage to say. This moment was truly beautiful. Then of course, some jackass had to ruin it.
"I told you all he was a stoner. Look at him weaving around and his eyes are all cloudy. You can't tell me he's not on something." I hear a growl and look up, surprised to find that it had come from Trunks. He leaped off the stage in one big leap, tackling the guy to the floor. Talk about defensive.
"Uh, Trunks!!" What to say WHAT TO SAY?! "Honey?" That did me a hell of a lotta good. "Please, let him be. I'll marry you!!" That was an act of desperation, I tell myself.
He looks up at me, landing one more punch as he does so before standing, the smile on his face so wide it's unnatural. The buttons have burst off the top of his business jacket and it flaps around him as the crowds part and his slightly ruffled hair bounces as he walks.
It was like my own personal cologne commercial.
He stepped onto the platform and gave me a brilliant grin before his mouth descended on mine. I can't remember ever being kissed like this. Not even by Jake, and I thought he was the best in the world!
Trunks parted my lips with his tongue before seeking out my own and caressing every curve and dip of my mouth as though this was the only chance he'd ever get to kiss me. His hands went to my waist and neck, pulling me closer to him while bending me for better access.
I allowed him to do this and to be honest, I think that at that time I would have let him do anything he wanted to. It was really that enjoyable.
When he pulled away, the smile was still there before he turned to the crowd and raised arms. The camera's flashed and that's when I knew it.
I'm in deep shit.
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Leaning my head back, I stare at the celing and began to regret my earlier descision to not continue painting fish on the ceiling too. Of course, Julia had suggeted I paint a man but that would creep the hell out of me.
My well trained foot reaches down and unhooks the bath plug and I just sit there, letting the water drain until it's gone. I wanted to enjoy this bath as long as I could. Or at least, until I was as pruny as I could stand.
The fluffy white towel hanging behind my door is just stared at because I'm feeling a little dangerous today. Should I walk around naked? All twelve feet from my bathroom to my bedroom? I think I shall.
'I don't think that's a good idea..'
Greg, that you?
'Yeah..'
Shut up.
Now that that problems solved, and knowing that the voice in my head disaproves of my decision, I open the door and venture into my living room....
to find that almost all of my living room furniture is gone.
"What the hell is going on?!" I see some mover boys carrying boxes out of my bedroom and approach them.
"Excuse me, can you tell me- WHAT?!" The kid was just staring at me the rude little shit!
"Uh, sir, you know your naked right?" I blink at him before straightening myself.
"Of course I know that. This is my home!! And I can't get dressed when you are carrying off my clothes," I say before pointing down at his box, clearly marked CLOTHES.
"Right." I reach in and grab a pair of boxers and slide them on before closing the box.
"So, why is that your here?"
"Your Son Goten right?" Nodding, he continues. "Well, Mr. Briefs asked that we have your stuff moved to his house."
"Really?" What a JACKASS!!! "And where is this Mr. Briefs?" The kid points toward my back door and there he is, wearing another business suit, this one silver with black stripes, talking on his cell phone. I also noticed he doesn't look that bad in glasses, but I'm not going to let him distract me.
"Excuse me," I begin while grabbing the phone out of his hand and hanging it up. "But what in the HELL do you think your doing?!"
"Goten," he purrs in a lower voice, advancing on me until he's close enough to wrap his hands around my waist. "If we're engaged we should at least live with another." I nod dumbly as he starts to rub my back but that I snap out of it and glare at him.
"If we're engaged, we should actually KNOW EACHOTHER!!"
"Calm down." He kisses me quickly and walks over to yell at one of the movers.
"Dammit, stop doing that!" I yell at him once I've recovered my senses and walked over to him.
"Doing what?" He asks, his face the picture of innocence.
"You know damn well what, you Jackass! Stop distracting me with small foreplay!!!!" 'Please don't, please don't PLEASE DON'T,' I beg mentally.
"I'm sorry. But look, I've gotta show the movers where to go so I'll see you at home in an hour or two." I widen my eyes.
"And where in the pits of hell is home?"
"It's up your ass," he jokes, before walking out my door. I would have retaliated, but he was gone by the time I'd recovered from the remark and had stormed out my door.
I frown and sit Indian style. Well, I was GOING to sit, but then somthing sharp brushed the top of my butt. Reaching in, I pulled out a small card.
That clever bastard had snuck his card into my boxers!! Wait, how the hell did he do that?
Anyway, at least they didn't take my car...
"AHHHHH!!!!!" Running up to my garage I find the door open and the garage empty. I was really gonna start up a cussing storm until I noticed another card on the ground.
"Turn around. What the hell good is that gonna do?" I did as the car said and gasped. There was my own Corvette Convertible, top down and blinding me with it's shade of brilliant blue. Dancing around in my happiness, I approached it and saw the key already in the ignition. I didn't need anymore prompting than that.
Turning on the engine, I back out of my driveway and head towards the city, giving my house one more wave goodbye. Now, where to find my new home....
"Wait a second, I'm not wearing pants. I should buy some pants." Turning right instead of left, I head into a clothing store district. It's more of the peace and love area of town near the gay district, so people will consider me just wearing my boxers a fashion statement.
I walk into a store that looks promising and no sooner had my foot stepped through than one of the sales ladies, a woman in her forties wearing a tube top and miniskirt approached me.
"Are you that dark haired guy from TV?" She glances down at my left hand and gasps.
"My god you ARE!! Louise, c'mere!!! It's Trunks Briefs fiance!"
Do I not have a name?
It turns out that Lousie is a very manly looking woman in her late sixties. My guess is she's her mother.
"Louise, darling, it's him!" Okay, maybe they're lovers...
"It's wonderful to meet you," she said in a husky voice as she extended her hand. I smile and shake it back.
"So, you two must have been celebrating for quite awhile," the other woman said, noticing my lack of clothing. "Let me guess, you couldn't find your pants?!" she joked. I gave a curt smile, really wishing I'd choosen somewhere else.
"No no no," Louise began. "You found your pants, but you couldn't wear them because you were in too much of a hurry to get them off!!" The two barked in laughter, seeming to have fazed me out. I took this oppurtunity to bolt and ran out the door to the street.
This was another big mistake.
"IT'S HIM!!!" I hear a swarm of guys and girls yell. My mouth drops open as they begin to chase me.
"SHITT!!!!!!!!!!!" I yell, turning and running in the direction farthest away from them. They were beginning to gain after a few minutes and I knew I would have to give up.
A horn honked to my life and I looked over to see a limo. A female hand poked out and gestured me over with her finger before opening the door. I decided to take my chances and jump. I let out a sigh of relief before getting a good look at my savior.
"Hello, Son Goten."
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There you have it. Yet another chappie for my fic. I just got the internet today, so now when I finsih my chapters I can update right away instead of having to wait about a week. Well, please let me know what you think. I can't help but feel some of you might be disappointed. I'll try to make it up to you if I did. Thanks so much!!
