Chapter Three: She Becomes Poison

It's interesting to write from Para's perspective. I watched the episodes of fused Gotenks and Gogeta, and they alternatively use "I" and "We"—it's like they can't decide who they are. "I am they. We are one." When they refer to family members, they refer to them by their relationship names. Gotenks calls Bulma "mom." It's like a constant struggle for dominance, with separate identities taking over on occasion as necessary… and yet it's a different person altogether. The fusions are so silly and childish and ARROGANT because of the great power they gain. I like to think a female fusion wouldn't be quite AS bad, but still pretty messed up. Anyway! Here we go.

~PanHopeNvs~

Pan was woken up by a loud noise she didn't recognize. Music? She didn't lift her face from the pillow as she reached out and felt around for the source of the sound. Where am I? What is that? Why do I feel like I've been hit by a truck? Oh yes, the sedatives to lower Para's power level. PARA! Her eyes shot open then and she turned her head slightly so that one eye could look at her surroundings. She saw the ocean through a giant pane of glass. So this is why Bra lives on the waterfront. What a spectacular view.

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill

Pan pulled herself up onto her knees and realized that the sound she heard was the Para Phone ringing. Bra had programmed two cell phones for the girls so that both phones would transmit a voice that sounded like Para when spoken through. That way Pan and Bra could answer the phone as Para from anywhere, even when separate. Both phones couldn't transmit voice at the same time, although they both could transmit incoming sound. This would avoid them double-answering if they picked up at the same time, but allowed them both to listen to the call. They intended to coordinate telepathically who would answer the phone before picking up, regardless.

Bra had also, apparently, programmed the phones to play the ringtone "Poison," for this is the noise Pan had awoken to:

I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison—I don't want to break these chains

Pan listened to song and could not suppress a smile, wondering whether it was Goten or Trunks calling. They had both called her a million times, and she had never felt like this before. Whoever it was, he wasn't calling her; he was calling part of her, part of her that existed in a dreamlike state. She might as well be dreaming when she was Para. That's what it felt like. Not totally in control.

Para was a dream of falling. Even though Pan knew full well in both her conscious and subconscious mind that she could control her ki to keep her from falling, that she could fly, for some reason she simply couldn't in some dreams. As much as she tried, she was robbed of her powers. However, Para wasn't a dream like that, the kind that robbed you of your abilities and played with your insecurities.

Para gave pure power. She was the dream where you could fly endlessly through the open skies without a trace of fear or pessimism. Fly without needing a spaceship through the galaxies to distant planets. She was the dream where you tried to catch the rainbow… and it burst into a kaleidoscope of even more varying rich and dazzling colour which you could hold and twist in your hands. She was the dream of being born again, with all the wisdom and joy you ever possessed, multiplied exponentially.

Para was the dream that Goku was alive and well, that he had not been taken away over a decade ago, and that his uplifting smile and warm hugs were something accessible. She was the dream where Baby, or Super Android 17, or Omega Shenron, or all of them together were attacking Goku, and Pan somehow had the power to defeat them all, all by herself. Well, not by herself. With her best friend.

Para really was pure power. It was so challenging to suppress her ki, to make her seem like a normal human when sensed, that Pan had to raid the hospital she worked at for drugs to accomplish the feat. Pan could only imagine… if both girls could someday power up to their maximums (well, Bra's maximum, and Pan adjusting her power level to match that) and fuse, and then go Super Saiyan… maybe even ascend to the second or third levels. Para's power would be immense. It would be incredible.

It was almost a shame her talents were being wasted on two foolish boys. On playing a game. We deserve this revenge. They played games with our hearts. Why can't we play too?

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

Everything was new. After being Goten's niece for her entire life, she'd never seen him from this twisted, hateful, sexual perspective. She would never think the same of him again.

After five years of belonging to Trunks, as his woman, as his girlfriend… it was new again. He looked at Para with an excitement that wasn't in his eyes anymore when he looked at Pan. She felt the same… it wasn't the feeling of falling in love all over again, but more the feeling of retracing her steps to find something she'd lost: her individuality. It was the undoing and unravelling of the fabric of their lives which had been carefully constructed on a now broken loom. It was the demolishing of a fortress, stone by stone.

In truth, theirs had been a good relationship. They had both been happy. Happy, but of course they had lost some of that initial thrill—had he stopped wanting her because he knew she was his? He already had her, there was no reason to desire what he already had. Why did he want Para so much? Only because she WASN'T Pan? She wasn't someone he could easily have his way with at any moment of the day, because he was assured of her love. This angered her. How long had he been screwing around on her? Why didn't he think what they had was special and electrifying? She had.

Pan fell back down onto the bed and rolled over, throwing her arms out, and letting the music save her from her train of thought. The waves of rhythm and song washed over her, and before she knew it she felt herself moving a tiny bit to the music.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

Bra, are you awake? Can you answer our phone? Pan asked. Bra was in the next room, and she probably could have heard Pan if she had yelled, but that wasn't very dignified. Since they'd begun this whole crazy plan, Pan had decided to move in with Bra for the time being. It was also much better than being alone for two girls who had just lost their lovers.

What? Even Bra's telepathic voice sounded groggy. She obviously had NOT been awake, they're calling this early? No way, not my brother. Not your uncle. Must be a telemarketer.

It's not early, Bra. It's almost lunchtime. We must have been knocked out by those sedatives.

Pan lay in bed smiling. She should answer the phone. She would. Eventually. Or they could return the call later. The music was just so intoxicating, as was the situation.

You're poison running through my veins
You're poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison

Bra walked into the room in her pyjamas, rubbing her eyes. Her mouth dropped open when she saw that Pan was singing the song she had chosen for the ringtone and dancing ridiculously while still lying on the bed, completely ignoring the fact that either Goten or Trunks had been calling. Pan kept singing long after the song had stopped playing.

"Pan, are you okay?" asked Bra, "One of us was supposed to answer that."

Pan jumped up on the bed and struck a pose, "I hear you calling and it's needles and pins! I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name!"

Pan was singing and dancing on the bed without reservation.

Bra burst out laughing. "Pan! Do you think fusion can play with our sanity? Give us brain damage?"

"In my professional opinion: yes!" Pan held out her hands for Bra to join her. Bra smiled and joined Pan and the two girls jumped on the bed as though they were six years old, singing, "Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin! I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous POISON!"

"Hey Bra," said Pan, stopping for a moment in her dance-and-jump ecstasy, "You know that we're the poison now, right?"

"Yes, Pan, of course. Why do you think I chose that song? Para is a complete femme fatale. You and I are badass, of course—but she's out of this world."

"No, Bra!" said Pan, still jumping on the bed, but now pumping her fist as well, "I've travelled to distant galaxies and far off planets! I can honestly say that Para is out of this UNIVERSE! Anything she wants, she can have! It's all in the palm of her hands!"

Pan collapsed back down onto the bed and reached out her hands as if she were grabbing something, "Our 2 to 4 hands!"

"Alright, now that our insane morning dance is over," said Bra, sitting down, "We have to return that call. Which one of us is going to do it?"

"Why not let Para do it?"

"If we fuse in my house, it might be too obvious. They'll sense both of our energies here disappearing into one girl, it will betray us."

"Well…" suggested Pan, "We can suppress our kis again, drive the discreet car somewhere, and fuse elsewhere?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Why, I haven't even looked to see whether it was Trunks or Goten," Bra laughed, picking up the two Para phones, "How quaint. It seems we have a missed call from both of them and a text message from Trunks."

"Ooh, I want to read," said Pan, sitting up again and poking her face over Bra's shoulder.

The text message read:

Medea,
Please allow me to take you out for dinner.
I'm nothing like Jason.
Trunks

Pan growled at the phone dangerously. Jason was Medea's husband in the myth. The husband who betrayed her.

"Well, I was having a good morning until I read that. It sounds just like him. Disgusting sweet-talker. You ARE Jason, Trunks! YOU ARE JASON. I think I need to be fused to think of a reply without exploding into a million pieces."

"Yeah," said Bra with a light nervous laugh, "Goten left a voicemail. Listen."

The phone went to speaker and the voice began to play:

"Hi Medea! Goten here. I can't get the image of you out of my mind, and I keep hearing every word you've said replay in my mind. Unfortunately, I haven't heard you say nearly enough words, so there's way too much repetition. How would you like to help me with this problem? I'd love to treat you to lunch."

Bra moaned, placing her face in her hands, "I think I need to be fused to listen to this. Right now, I'm just Bra, and he's trying his best to have sex with some girl he just met. It's humiliating how little he cares… but when I'm Para, it's a victory, it's just part of the plan."

"I don't want to answer either of them, Bra."

"Do you want to go to lunch AND dinner? What do you have time for, aren't you scheduled at the hospital?"

"I can choose when I want to work now that I'm fully licensed. I am Mr. Satan's granddaughter after all. Do you want to go to lunch and dinner?"

"I don't know."

"Let's let Para decide," said Pan, "She'll know whether she's the kind of woman who goes out with Trunks or Goten or both or neither. Get dressed, I'll get some safe doses of sedatives ready for us. "

"Pan, are you sure you can do this? You realize that if things continue the way they are… well, there's going to be incest. Although I'm not sure if it's really incest… but…"

"I'm sure. Well, I can't do it. But we can. Right now, I'm just me, and I don't really want to go near Trunks or Goten unless it's to hurt them. Right now, those two are my life… my uncle, and my first and only love. That's why I need to fuse with you… it makes me emotionally stronger. I can do anything. I think when I'm Para… I can become poison. She becomes poison."

"Right. It doesn't matter who they are to us, or what they mean to us individually. Those two are just a game to Para. Seduce and destroy!"

"Just as long as we don't mess up and separate into two people while we're having sex with one of them. Especially not if it's Goten," said Pan, shuddering.

"Especially not if it's Trunks! We just really have to keep an eye on the time. I'm going to reconfigure a few more features into the watch."

Bra looked thoughtfully at the wall and then twitched as her cell phone suddenly rang. Not the Para Phone, but her own cell. She looked at it and frowned, pressing the silencing button, "It's my damned brother."

"Why don't you answer it?" asked Pan. Bra shook her head stubbornly.

Immediately, Pan's cell phone rang. Not the Para Phone, but her own cell. She glanced at it and looked back at Bra, "It's your damned brother."

"You should answer," said Bra.

"Why me? You didn't. I haven't spoken to him in weeks," said Pan, staring at the phone until it stopped ringing.

"Who are you kidding, Pan? You sat on his lap last night and shoved your breasts against him."

"Not me, we!" corrected Pan, putting her phone back down. She jumped as it instantly started ringing again, and then growled loudly. Double-calling! Twice in a minute. Emergency? Someone had better be dying.

Pan raised her ki as much as possible within a few seconds, just to send him a be-aware message, and answered the call calmly, "Hello, Trunks."

"Pan… finally. Could you and Bra please stop ignoring my calls?"

"No. How may I help you?"

"I haven't been able to reach you or my sister in over a month. Dad and I noticed your kis were unusually low last night, we could barely sense them at all. Have you been training? Were you hurt or unconscious? Is everything OK?"

Pan remained silent, holding the phone and staring into space. The sound of his voice… she felt anger and nausea… and yearning. She couldn't speak. Bra tugged on her friend's pyjama sleeve when she saw her zoning out.

"Pan, are you there? Neither of you have called or visited. I'm used to seeing you both at the breakfast table at least half of the time, so I'm really starting to worry. I nearly flew over there last night to check on you…"

Her grip on the phone tightened and she felt her ki spreading throughout her body, intensifying and consuming her, "Trunks, stay away from me. Don't you think there's a valid reason we're ignoring you? Do you remember what happened the last time I saw you? If it weren't for your father and Goten both stepping in… I would have killed you, so help me."

"Pan, I'm so sorry. I deserved your rage… but you haven't even allowed me to explain. What you saw…"

"I'd like to hang up now. First I'll say this. Your sister is fine, and I am fine. You'll see us when you see us," she moved her finger to end the call.

"Pan, wait… I miss you."

Pan let loose a funny noise from deep in her throat. It hurt. His words still hurt. Bad move, Trunks. Wrong thing to say right now. She shifted the phone to her left hand, and let the other one extend out towards Bra, "Trunks, I have something which belongs to you, let me come and return it."

She began to release energy into a concentrated ball on her right palm.

"I guess I left a lot of things at your place, Pan. I have a lot of your stuff as well. What is it? You can come and return it anytime. Pan? Calm down, your power level is skyrocketing…"

She hung up the phone, and tossed it on the bed then, continuing to charge up the ball of ki. The energy sent Bra's hair flying backward and over her shoulders. Bra put her arms up instinctively and crossed them over her head, ready to block if necessary.

Bra panicked a bit, "Pan, you're not going to hit me with that, are you?"

The energy grew and Bra found herself sliding away from it and stumbling back into the wall, "Pan, I can't block that… I'm not joking… and my house is pretty expensive…"

Pan used the other hand, which had been holding the phone, to touch her forehead with two fingers, and in an instant she had transported through the air and landed right in front of Trunks, with her pre-made ki ball an inch from his face.

"This is for you," she said, letting the blast go at point-blank range. She didn't wait for the aftermath as she teleported directly back to Bra. She collapsed on the bed and curled up, staring dejectedly at her knees.

Bra straightened up the furniture that had been tossed around and tried to fix her aqua hair which had been blown out completely of place. She then put her hands on her hips and turned on her friend.

"Pan," said Bra, disapprovingly, "That wasn't part of our plan. We decided not to let them have any contact with our individual selves while we're doing this. Not to let them see us so that they won't get any hints."

"He didn't see me," Pan explained, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow, All he saw was an explosion right in his face. How dare he try to apologize, try to tell me he misses me while trying to have sex with Para?

Bra sighed, "Just don't lose your temper like that when we're fused together and give us away."

Don't worry, Bra. I wouldn't do anything that might reveal our identities.

Bra nodded and left the room, but a thought struck her and she turned around and ran back.

"PAN!" she screamed, "Your Instant Transmission worked!"

Pan looked up surprised then frowned, "Yes… I can get it to work sometimes when my power level's really high… and when I'm teleporting to him. Something about his energy. I guess I know it really intimately and I'm used to keeping track of where he is in the back of my mind… so it's easy to find. "

Bra smiled, "Fusion is really doing great things for our friendship."

"What do you mean?" Pan asked.

"You were able to teleport back to me," said Bra triumphantly, "I guess you must be intimately acquainted enough with my energy too."

Pan smiled in realization, "That's right. I did teleport back."

"You should train your Instant Transmission more," suggested Bra, "I'll help however I can. It could really help us if we ever get into a tight spot as Para."

"That's a great idea," said Pan, suddenly feeling cheerful again, "I think I'll fry up a few packs of bacon and a few trays of eggs for brunch."

Later that evening…

"This is kind of weird, Goten," Trunks admitted, straightening his bow tie.

"You're telling me? I am not used to having you along with me on my dates. You're going to cramp my style."

"This is the problem with dating doctors," Trunks complained, glancing at the menu, "They're always so busy. I can't believe she asked us both to be here, and we agreed."

"It was the only time she said she'd be free today," said Goten with a shrug, "I really wanted to see her again."

"As far as I can see she doesn't have a preference between the two of us," said Trunks in confusion, "Maybe that's why she asked to see us both together, so that she can decide."

"Well, how long is she going to take to make her decision? I want to sleep with her already," complained Goten, playing with his cufflinks.

"We'll just see about that," said Trunks with a smirk. Then he noticed the girl and blinked, "Dende."

Para entered the room, and drew the stares and glances of everyone in it. It was difficult to describe her. She made the word 'supermodel' sound small and trashy. She didn't look like one of earth's strongest warriors. She didn't look like the Princess of Saiyans. She exuded mystery, like a Goddess from beyond the stars. She wore a champagne-coloured gown, giving the effect of making her look almost nude, with a deep plunge neckline, and a hairstyle inspired by Pan's memory of Oceanus Shenron.

Of course, Pan and Bra had gotten ready for the date separately before fusing, and their clothes merged into a wonderful combination of what they both had chosen to wear. The most challenging part of the fusion was lowering their power levels to an absolute minimum before initiating the fusion dance. They would both meditate for a few moments until they were so weak it was as if they were asleep on their feet. Para was much more powerful than both of them together, so they needed to make sure that their individual selves were at their utter weakest before joining. When they felt their power level was too strong, and they couldn't suppress it any further, they took sedatives to artificially lower the ki.

"Hello gentlemen, I'm so sorry I'm late," she said with a smile. Both Trunks and Goten stood up to pull her chair for her, and glared at each other, with Goten winning this mini-battle and snatching the chair.

"I'm just happy you returned my call and could make time to meet us today," said Goten, pushing the chair in as she sat down, "You look as stunning as ever, Medea."

"I want to apologize for what happened the last time we met," explained Trunks, taking her hand gently and kissing it, "My friend and I work together, you see, and we had an extremely long day at the office yesterday. We were both already quite drunk by the time we ran into you, and I know we weren't acting as we should have."

Seriously? Drunk? Maybe if you'd both consumed every drop of liquor in that bar and then some.

"Oh, I understand all about stressful days at work," said Para, clasping Trunks' hand in both of hers and holding it tenderly, "I'm so sorry that your job brings you to drink. Mine does too. You wouldn't believe the things that I see on a daily basis… the impossible, heartbreaking things that I've seen."

I've seen both of you controlled by Baby, and you were apparently less dangerous to me then, in times of war, than you are now, in times of peace. Now you've naturally hurt me more than any monster could ever make you do. As Para let every negative thought about Trunks and Goten seep through her mind, she consciously remembered to keep an expression of sweetness on her face, looking sad and distressed about her own job.

The waiter arrived to take their orders, and Goten and Trunks both ordered meals that Para knew wouldn't serve as a tenth of what they needed to consume for one meal. She knew this, because her respective parts were used to cooking for both of these men several times a week. Two can play, my loves. She ordered a chocolate fondue. When the boys asked her if she planned to eat any more than that she said that it was all she really felt like at the moment. They picked up the conversation.

"You must be a very strong person to deal with the stressful situations that arise from working in the hospital," said Goten.

"I try to be strong, Goten," said Para, brushing a hand against her hair, "I really do try… but I'm only human." Oh, that's a good one. I'm only human. Please, help save and protect me, big strong saiyan boys.

"What do you do to relax?" he asked, "I know we mentioned to you that my niece is a doctor. Sometimes the pressures of her job drive her a little crazy."

"No, Goten, your niece is always crazy," complained Trunks, "She tried to blow up my face this morning."

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Wait… tried to? Speaking of that, why didn't it leave a mark?

"She didn't try to," said Goten with a smirk and a grin, "She did. Or do you not remember begging my brother for a senzu bean to look good for this date?"

What an idiot. Using a senzu bean, something we're supposed to use in EMERGENCIES, to make himself look good for a date! And dad gave him one? If he couldn't take a little blast like that, he really IS getting weak.

"Blow up… your face?" asked Para, gasping and placing a hand to her chest, "What does that mean? Did she try to shoot you with a gun? What is a… 'senzu bean'? Are you alright, Trunks? Let me look at it."

Para took both her hands and cupped Trunks' face in them, turning his head first to one side gently, and then to the other. She ran her fingers along his cheekbones firmly, and then along his jaw. She then ran her fingers lightly around his eyes and eyebrows.

"There's no sign of any damage here," she said knitting her gorgeous sapphire brows in a frown, "What did that crazy girl do to you, Trunks? I always thought she was nice."

"Oh, it's nothing really, Medea," said Trunks with a small laugh. He had been enjoying the feel of her soft hands on his face and the sweet concerned look in her cobalt eyes. I should get hurt more often, he thought, "Pan is Mr. Satan's granddaughter, and she's used to using both me and Goten as punching bags."

"How terrible!" she said with a sigh and a grimace, "If either of you ever need any medical attention feel free to call me immediately. I do sometimes make house calls for my favourite patients."

Para felt an inward tickle of humour as she saw Goten and Trunks look at each other with wide eyes. Are they planning to hurt each other now so that I can take care of them? Are they fantasizing about playing doctor with me? Hello, nurse.

"That could be very helpful, Medea," said Goten with a smile, "I think I'm probably next on Pan's hit-list."

You have no idea, my love. "How could anyone hurt such a sweet boy as you, Goten? Why, I bet you wouldn't harm a fly."

Goten smiled and blushed, casting his eyes downward, while Trunks laughed, "That's definitely Goten! He's always been the kindest person I've known. And I've known him since we were little kids."

"How sweet. It's rare to see such deep, loyal, lasting friendship these days," said Para. I used to think he was kind too. Just then her fondue arrived and she almost squealed in delight at the sight of warm chocolate running in rivulets down a small fountain, surrounded by an appetizing assortment of fruits.

The meals ordered by Trunks and Goten had not yet arrived, so they had nothing to do but watch Para eat.

"Oh my goodness… I hope you boys don't mind, but there are some things you just cannot eat with a fork. It would be sacrilegious," she said, picking up a strawberry with her fingers. She dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and lifted it out, rolling it so that the excess dripped off before bringing the fruit to her lips and closing her eyes as she tasted it.

Oh, Dende, that is so sexy. The strawberry looks good too. Trunks, a sexy woman with a sexy strawberry, this is too much for me to handle.

Para opened her eyes. Goten had sent that thought into her mind instead of to Trunks. Accidentally giving her information, and telling her exactly what he wanted. As if she didn't already know. How could Goten screw up his telepathy like that? The strawberries and chocolate (and cleavage) must really be affecting him.

"Would you like to try a piece, Goten?" she asked softly, dipping a strawberry for him. She fed it to him before he could respond and as he took it into his mouth his lips closed around her fingers as well. She tried to pull her hand away but he held onto her wrist gently, and after eating the strawberry he licked and sucked the excess chocolate off her fingers.

"It's delicious, Medea," he said, looking into her eyes as he released her hand.

"Oh my," she said, blushing and turning away from him. She silently cursed within her mind at how much Goten's touch warmed her insides.

Nice one, Goten. Now I'm feeling a bit left out. Except I don't really like strawberries, but that banana would taste delicious from her fingers.

Trunks, man, how can you not like strawberries? And anything would taste delicious coming from those fingers. I wouldn't mind licking chocolate off the rest of her either. I swear, man. I'll be licking chocolate off those perfect breasts by the end of the week, you'll see.

Damn you Goten, it will be me! I don't even need the chocolate. Her own sweet juices will be enough for me. Can you smell her? I already know how delicious she'll taste.

Of course I can smell her. I'm going to plunge my tongue into her honey soon. I'll tell you all about it afterwards.

Para was frozen. Were they screwing up the telepathy intentionally? Or was she just somehow able to listen in on it? Was it a new technique that came with the fusion? Did they ALWAYS talk about women in such an explicit and lewd manner? So they like my scent. I guess I should let myself go and let my body respond to them. Just let myself go, and try to intensify that scent. Be turned on in order to turn them on, yet maintain control in my mind. As she planned out her strategy she reached for the piece of banana and expertly dipped it.

"Trunks," she said with a naughty smile, "Something tells me you're more of a banana boy."

He looked at her in surprise before taking the banana from her fingers into his mouth, and the perfect flavour of banana and chocolate and her skin mingled together to create the ultimate aphrodisiac.

"What about you, Medea? I'm going to guess pineapple," said Trunks, smiling like an excited kid, and reaching for the pineapple. He fed it to her in much the same manner that she had fed him, accidentally allowing a small drop to fall onto her shoulder as he brought his fingers to his lips to lick them.

"Oh, silly me," said Trunks, leaning in, "I don't want it to go to waste, would you allow me?"

She nodded with a small giggle as Trunks put his lips on her shoulder and gently kissed and licked the chocolate off. She felt her eyes closing of their own initiative. In addition to the natural tingles she felt at his touch, she felt him send small jolts of electricity into her skin by flickering his ki against her arm as he ran his fingers down it. He was turning on the seduction at full force. It was working too.

How did these two, with all their ki tricks, make it with normal human women? Para remembered all the times that Goten and Trunks had left her own bodies bruised and sore, and wondered if they wouldn't seriously injure a human girl with their lovemaking. Wouldn't they have to use so much restraint that it would be boring? All the more reason they'll come back to us, begging on their knees. Stop it, Para! That's against the rules, no thinking of reconciliation. Just revenge.

She knew that she had to push the anger aside and let herself be seduced in order to fully seduce. She could call upon the anger to stabilize herself at any time. She wasn't just one weak girl any longer, one girl who would let them win, she was Para. Daughter of Vegeta, granddaughter of Goku, twisted together in a glorious fusion. Together, she was more than a match for both the Son of Vegeta and the Son of Goku. The lazy, cruel, spoiled sons. Her brother, her uncle, her loves.

This was war. Even Trunks licking chocolate off her exposed shoulder, that was war too. War felt pretty good.

Goten cleared his throat loudly, "I don't know, Trunks. I would have guessed Medea would like kiwi best."

Goten's glare at Trunks clearly seemed to say, "Why are you hogging our new toy? I want to play too."

"I do like kiwi, Goten," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him through her thick midnight lashes.

Trunks moved away from Para hesitantly and allowed Goten to dip and feed her a piece of kiwi. Goten very obviously smudged his chocolate-covered thumb against the side of her mouth when he pulled his hand away and smiled at her wickedly.

"I'm so sorry. I hate to waste chocolate as much as my friend does," he said with a wink, "May I?"

But he didn't wait for her answer before leaning in, and brushing his lips and tongue against the side of her mouth, almost touching her lips, but not quite. It was somewhere between a chaste kiss on the cheek and a feather-light promise of lusty wet French kisses to come.

I want to be inside of you, Medea, thought Goten, gazing down at her body hungrily.

Para's eyes widened and she almost pulled away at the shock of those words. Did he intend to communicate to her telepathically? Did he intend to say that, or was he just thinking?

What is it about your scent? I feel as though I've already kissed you a thousand times, Goten was staring into her eyes now. You're such a mystery, so exotic, such a puzzle… yet so familiar too, as familiar as… myself. You remind me of home… but at the same time, of a distant place I've never been. Another planet, maybe.

Fuck you, Goten! You gorgeous man. Para ripped her gaze away from Goten's and looked at the frowning Trunks. She felt her breaths coming quickly, and Goten's thoughts were affecting her far too much. Her chest heaved with the deep intakes, her heart was racing. She had to be careful not to respond to him telepathically. Oh Dende, can he hear my thoughts too? Did he hear me curse at him? She looked back at Goten who still gazed at her whimsically and knew that he hadn't heard.

Her watch beeped. 10 minutes.

"I'll have to go soon," she told the two men, and they were about to object, but the waiters arrived then with the main dishes. Food. The only thing, the only glorious thing that can distract a saiyan from a woman. Para quickly and ravenously finished the rest of her fruit and all of the chocolate fondue, all the while listening to her stomach growl for more. She ate while the boys were eating so they didn't notice that her particular style of eating was just as piggish as theirs.

Her watch beeped again. She had to get going.

"Trunks, Goten, I really have to go again, I'm so sorry. Dinner was wonderful."

She was already beginning to stand up when she felt both boys restrain her by grabbing her arms. She sat back down abruptly. They move as simultaneously as I do when fused.

"I have a question for you before you go, Medea," said Trunks, "Which one of us do you prefer?"

"This is a bit embarrassing. You boys both seem so wonderful. Yet I hardly know either of you."

"Then get to know us," said Goten, "Why don't you go out with each one of us privately so you can decide who you like best?"

"I don't even know if I'm really ready for a relationship," said Para hesitantly, "I'm just simply too busy to settle down, I don't have time for commitment."

"But you'd like to spend more time with us, wouldn't you?" Trunks prodded.

She paused for a moment, glancing at her nails in her lap. Cool! Even my nail polish is a combination of Bra's French manicure, and Pan's orange nails. Shiny. OK, that was enough time for a thoughtful pause, time to answer.

"Yes," said Para, letting a smile drift over her features as though she had considered the pros and cons, "Frankly, I've never met anyone quite like you two. I just get this feeling when I'm around you. I don't know how to explain it… you just seem special. I never expected to meet two such charming men, I'm really surprised. When I first met you both I thought you were skirt-chasing whores, but I think I was mistaken."

Trunks and Goten looked at each other and began to silently congratulate themselves in thoughts that Para could hear every word of. Kami, you idiots! That wasn't a compliment. Assholes. She glanced at her watch. 5 minutes.

"I will surely see you both another time," she said, standing up and pushing her chair in.

"You must be a really busy girl. You're always rushing off before things get interesting," remarked Trunks.

"Maybe next time we meet you can show me what you mean by 'interesting,'" said Para, throwing the boys her best Vegeta-smirk before turning on her heel and leaving. All eyes stared at her and her swaying mass of deepest ultramarine hair as she exited the room.

"She's going to be a tough one, to break," said Goten, staring after the shapely retreating legs, "But now that she's gone, can we order enough food to eat?"

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