Trina put the finishing touches on her makeup. She hadn't told Trunks what she
was doing tonight. The only thing he knew was that Bra was picking her up at
nine. She wore a pair of black leather pants that molded to her figure, and
silver studded belt wrapped around her waist. Her red shirt consisted of a top
half that molded itself to her breasts while the bottom was a series of bits and
pieces sewn together to give the appearance of concealment. Really, the only
thing the shirt concealed was her breasts. She even had on a matching belly
button ring. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, her own hair being used as the
wrapping. She had on silver hoops and strappy high heels. Her makeup brought out
the green in her eyes and the fullness of her lips. In one word she was
hot.
Smiling in satisfaction, she waited for the sound of Bra's car
pulling up in the driveway before she ventured out. She didn't want Trunks to
have enough time to actually stop her. Halting at the bottom of the stairs, she
grabbed her money and cell phone before yelling goodbye to Trunks. Hearing him
coming into the living room, she stood still. Her plan wouldn't work if he
didn't catch a good glimpse of her.
"I hope you all have fun to…," he
said, gapping at her appearance. She could see the flash of desire in his eyes
before he'd concealed it. Smirking, she waited for his next
sentence.
"Trina, what the hell are you wearing? Where could you possibly
wear something like that to," he questioned, a tinge of anger entering his
voice.
"Bra and I are going to the new club Shards tonight," she smiled
sweetly.
"Like hell you are. I refuse to let you out of the house with
that get up on. Are you trying to get laid," he yelled
angrily.
"Actually, yes I am," she said smugly, noticing the shock cross
his face. Did he honestly believe she would remain celibate the rest of her life
after the incident with Veronica's brother? Men were so
stupid.
"Regardless of what you are planning, you aren't leaving this
house," he spat, barely controlling his rage.
"Trunks, the last time I
checked, I am neither your daughter nor you lover. I will do whatever in the
hell I feel like doing," she said coldly, anger starting to creep into her own
voice. She knew she shouldn't be mad. She wanted him to have this reaction. But
the whole forbidding her from leaving the house thing was a bit much. Turning to
open the door, she heard Trunks walk up to stand directly behind her, drilling
holes into her neck.
"You are not leaving in that outfit, Trina," he
ground out.
"Fuck you, Trunks," she spat slamming the door in his face on
the way out. As you wish, he thought.
Trina huffed angrily as she settled
in Bra's car. If looks could kill, Trunks would have already been dead ten times
over. Bra just laughed. She knew her brother, and she'd been expecting something
like this. Smiling, she put her car into drive and headed toward tonight's
destination. She was wearing something similar to Trina. Her leather pants wear
white, but they fit her every bit as good. She, too, had on a silver studded
belt. Her shirt was a shimmering aqua, matching her hair perfectly, with strings
to tie it around her neck and back, affording a wonderful view of the latter.
Her makeup was light, consisting of an iridescent lipstick to draw attention to
her luscious mouth and mascara and eyeliner to accentuate her baby
blues.
"I can't believe that jerk tried to forbid me from leaving the
house," Trina muttered angrily.
"I could have told you that would
happen," Bra laughed. Seeing the sullen expression on her friend's face, she
reminded her of their purpose tonight. Earning a slight chuckle, she told her
Trunks' reaction was a positive step. It meant he didn't want anyone else to see
her body like that. He was jealous. Finally cheering the girl up, Bra and Trina
joked until they reached Shards.
Stepping into the club, they were
bombarded with the heavy beat. Smiling at one another, they headed directly
toward the dance floor. Soon, they had caught the attention of everyone in the
vicinity. A circle formed around them as they demonstrated their obvious skill.
After the first song had ended, they had no shortage of partners the rest of the
night. Laughing in glee, they continued to have fun, never noticing the twin
sets of eyes watching them with thinly veiled jealousy and anger.
Trunks
and Goten entered the club, their eyes instantly finding the objects of their
visit. Seeing the two girls dancing with abandon against any male that came up
to them caused twin growls to come forth from each man. They silently set at the
bar, their eyes never straying. They gathered information and thought out plans
on how to best catch their prey.
Trunks remembered his actions after
Trina had left. He remembered his rage, jealousy, and pride. His woman was
definitely his equal. Smirking, he allowed himself to remember the events of an
hour ago.
"Fuck you, Trunks," she spat angrily, slamming the door on her
way out. As you wish, he thought smugly. Looking out the window, he noticed his
sister was dressed in just as provocative of apparel. So I'll have to find a way
to get both of them out of there. Smiling, he called the perfect
person.
"Hello," a male voice answer, boredom obvious to Trunks'
ears.
"Goten, I have a favor to ask," he spoke calmly.
"What do
you need man. I've got nothin' to do right now," he said, a spark of awareness
creeping in.
"I need you to come with me to the new club Shards," he
said.
"Why?"
"Because Bra and Trina are going, dressed in apparel
not fit for anyone but us to see, and planning to get laid," he spoke, anger
lacing his every word.
"What?! Okay, I'll meet you there in an hour,"
Goten said hurriedly, already looking for something to wear.
"Good, see
you soon," he finished, hanging up on his lifetime friend.
Now here they
were. He would watch for a few more moments before he interrupted. He wanted to
throw the woman over his shoulder and carry her out the door kicking and
screaming. The thought brought a small smile to his face. Maybe he would do just
that.
"I think it's time we revealed ourselves, Goten," he said
evilly.
"I couldn't agree more," his companion answered. Grinning with
the same evil smile Trunks possessed, he followed him down to the dance floor.
It was time to catch their prey. What fun they were going to have tonight.
