Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters mentioned in this story, or the book/movie that this story revolved around.
*note* Based on the novel "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" by Choderlos De Laclos, and the movie "Cruel Intentions," in which I do not own.
BY THE WAY, this chapter gets kind of freaky and lemony. HUGE warning. It was super weird writing it, just so you know.
*Happy Reading!*
Marron buried her yellow painted toes into the coarse sand and gazed out at the water. No one was here, besides her and her partner. The water was calm and crystal blue; reminded her of someone's eyes, before he drove away in a buzzing golf cart.
It was later in the afternoon, after her rendezvous with Trunks Briefs. She had made plans to hang out with her very dear friend whom she had not seen in awhile. Marron had just explained the situation with her companion, who seemed completely confused as well. She trusted this person with their friendship and took their advice whenever given.
"He told you that he is falling in love with you? I have never known him to utter those words before."
"Really?" Marron asked. "I thought he said those words all the time."
"That's not really his style," her friend grinned at her. "One thing I can say about Trunks Briefs. He always speaks the truth." Marron stared back at the horizon. The sun bared into her legs. She liked the feeling of the sun being soaked into her skin.
"What's wrong?" her companion asked.
"Nothing."
"Is there a mutual feeling between you two?"
"No. Well, I don't know." Marron sighed. "Is there anything else you know about him?"
"I don't know much. We take some classes together. Poor guy has got such a bad reputation. It's mostly bull shit."
"What do you mean?" she questioned.
"A lot of people are jealous of him because he's rich. That's not something people should just hate him for, you know?"
"I've been hearing some awful things though."
"From who?"
"I can't tell you that. I was sworn to secrecy. Practically at gun point," she laughed.
"Marron, how long have we known each other?" her friend nudged her. She rolled her eyes.
"For-ever!" Marron nudged back.
"It is my duty to look after you; you're like my kid sister! Do I look like some sort of QUEEN of gossip?" Marron laughed and dug her toes deeper into the sand. She leaned back and her smile faded. "You're the only one I've opened up to about what's been going on with me; there's no way I would ever do anything to upset or harm you in any way.
"You promise not to tell?"
"On my mother's life." Marron smiled at her dear friend, Mitsuru.
"Well… Okay."
The black Porche sped towards West City; the driver, sporting a pair of Tom Cruise style Ray-Bans, his Nixon watch gleaming in the sun. His blue tooth was activated, and a grumpy look on the driver's face.
"That nosey little bitch," Trunks cursed. "Are you completely sure?"
"Positive." Mitsuru answered, through the telephone.
"You did everything I asked you to do?"
"Yeah, everything."
"You told her that I never said I love you before?"
"Yes."
"You told her that people are jealous because I'm loaded?"
"Yes!"
"She buy it?"
"I'm pretty sure she did."
"Pretty sure, or sure sure Mitsuru?"
"She bought it!"
"I'll be in touch." Trunks ended his call.
Mitsuru shook his head as he left the men's restroom and returned to an awaiting Marron for the rest of their late lunch.
Meanwhile, in West City, Bra sat back on her couch and watched her television. On it were two young people by the name of Uubu and Pan.
"Enough with the chit-chat, just fuck her already!" Bra yelled at the screen and threw her new edition of Vogue at it. Trunks burst through the doors and stomped up towards his half sister.
"You would not believe what I just…" he started. Bra shushed him and motioned to the television. Trunks plopped down in the arm chair and watched.
Uubu finished playing a piece by Bach on the cello and looked up at Pan, who had tears in her eyes.
"That was breathtaking!" Pan exclaimed. "And so beautiful!"
"Almost as beautiful as you," Uubu smiled at the raven haired girl. They met eyes for a minute. Uubu then shook his head and checked his watch. "It is getting late. Please, thank Bra for the use of her music room."
"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" asked Pan.
"Absolutely," he answered. He stepped towards her and leaned in.
"High five!" Pan exclaimed. Uubu laughed and obliged.
"Idiot children!" Bra yelled at the television and turned it off. Trunks shook his head and smirked. "Now, what are you rambling on about?"
"Are you ready for this, dear sister? I have recently discovered that it was our old friend Mrs. Videl Son who has been gossiping to my Marron, urging her to stay away from me."
"Interesting."
"Now I will devote all of my energy into destroying the old hag," he sneered. "Any luck corrupting her daughter?"
"No," Bra pouted.
"Call Panny up and get her to come over. I'll bust that cherry in a heartbeat." Bra stood up and paced in front of the television.
"The plot thickens, darling. You see, our dear little Panny has fallen for her music teacher."
"Oh," Trunks raised an eyebrow. "I am sure Gohan and Videl will enjoy learning about that."
"Not to mention Hiro Takoshi." Bra grinned. "Unfortunately, Uubu is moving at the speed of a Special Olympics Bobsledder."
"What is your plan of attack?"
"I rat Pan out to mommy. Mommy goes ballistic and ruins their relationship," Bra schemed. "Boo-fucking-hoo."
"Who will they turn to for help?" Trunks questioned. Bra smiled and strattled herself onto Trunks' lap.
"Pan is planning to go away this weekend with Hiro. I'm going to need you to speed up her… sexual awakenings." Bra grinded herself into his lap.
"I am at your service." Trunks rubbed his hands over Bra's shoulders. She moaned. "Oh sis, you are so tense." He kept one hand rubbing her shoulders and the other one moved into her shirt to undo her bra.
"I hate when things don't go my way," Bra pouted and let her long blue hair out from her sophisticated up-do. "It makes me so horney," she warmly cooed into his ear.
"I hate it too." Trunks removed his hand from under her shirt and slid it up her short black skirt, to place it on the top of her inner thigh. "Oh baby, you are soaking."
"I know." Bra closed her eyes and continued to grind on Trunks' lap. With one hand, she slid down his fly and felt inside. Trunks instinctively moved his fingers a little faster. "Any luck with your girl?"
"Moving along quite well." Trunks' head fell back and he groaned.
"Have you succeeded in your task?"
"Any day now." Trunks moved his head forward for the kiss. Bra smirked and pulled off of him; then re-zipped his fly.
"No pootie."
Trunks grumbled.
"Sorry," she laughed and walked out of the room.
