Dislcaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Z, GT or any of the charactrs of the Dragon Ball Series
lt;PThe genius'advice.
She stormed in the lab and leaned against the door "I need to talk to you."
Bulma looked at her daughter and took off her glasses. Bra had been crying, her eyes were puffy and red, and she looked desperate. "What is it?"
Bra stood there and dropped her head. "I don't know what to do."
Bulma smiled softly and stood up. "Let's go to your bedroom."
Bra nodded and followed her.
Chapter 11.
Bulma waited until Bra sat down on the couch. "What is it, Bra?"
Bra covered her face and started shaking. "I'm in troubles and… I… I … don't know what to do… I did something really stupid."
Bulma's face dropped. She knew Bra was strong. She wouldn't cry unless… "It's a boy, isn't it?"
Bra nodded, sobbing loudly. "I'm in big shit, Mom, really. I screwed it and there's no way to undo what I did."
Bulma raised a hand to her chest and kept silent for a moment. There is just a thing you can't undo… She hadn't expected this… of course she was fine with it, but… Bra was so young… She gulped, looking at her daughter. She was worried for her, she seemed devastated. "Listen, don't worry. I will help you."
Bra wiped off her tears, trying to smile. "I know mom, thank you."
Bulma wrapped her arms around Bra and lowered her voice. "Does he know?"
Bra pulled away and shook her head several times. "No, of course not."
Bulma sighed, looking at Bra's face. "Have you told someone?"
Bra shook her head again. "No! No one would understand it. Not even he."
Bulma placed a hand on Bra' shoulder. "How do you know? Look, Bra, what you are going through is…"
Bra pulled away, cutting her off. "NO! It's not! What do you think everyone would say?"
Bulma shook her head, sadly. "Okay, I hate to admit it's a surprise, but I know what you are going through, believe me…"
Bra stood up and balled her hands. "No! You don't."
Bulma bit her lip. Of course she knew it. Trunks was a living proof of that. "When did you find out?"
Bra turned around slowly. "When? I don't know. I'm not even sure, today, I guess."
Bulma sighed in relief. "Fine, then there's a chance."
Bra narrowed her eyes in confusion, shifting her weight on the bed. "A chance of what?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "A chance that you are not pregnant, Bra."
Bra opened her mouth in shock. "What? I'm not pregnant, Mom!"
Bulma smiled softly, it was useless to avoid the subject. "There's no need to panic, Bra. I'll run a test and we will know it."
Bra slammed her feet on the floor and yelled. "I wasn't talking about that! I'm not pregnant!"
Bulma blinked. Shit… "You weren't?"
Bra's eyes sparkled with anger. "NO!"
Both kept silent for a while.
Bra stood up and shifted to her mother' side. Okay, maybe she had been over dramatic about it. She had to admit the kind of words she chose weren't the right ones, but what was her mother thinking? She wouldn't be that dumb… and, wait… how did her mother knew that she… She breathed in and out a few times, there was no way her mother knew that… but then again, why had her mother thought of that at the first opportunity?
Bulma ran a hand through her hair. When Bra had said that, she thought only in that possibility. She knew Bra had been dating that guy, Hiro, and she seemed pretty interested at the beginning. She wasn't sure if they had slept together or not, but she knew Bra was kind of passionate, about every thing and well… she had heard Pan and Bra talking about it. She knew Bra was not that innocent.
Bra was the first one to talk. "I'm sorry, Mom."
Bulma sighed, her chest heaving. "It's okay. I'm sorry too. Now, do you mind if we start all over?"
Bra nodded her head and told Bulma everything.
Advanced
"How that boy makes you feel?"
"I don't know"
"Are you sure you don't know?"
"Yes."
"Does he understand you?"
"Yes."
"Do you think he loves you?"
"No."
"Well, you don't need to be sad about it, because he likes you, right?"
"I don't know."
"How can you NOT know? I mean, look at you! If he doesn't like you is because he is blind and stupid!"
"…"
"Maybe he doesn't open up, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you. What do you really think? Do you, deep inside, think that he likes you?"
"Yes."
"Look, Bra. You are not helping me. If you want an advice, I need some information."
"He is strong, handsome, arrogant, lucky… a manwhore and a real bastard!"
"Oh no! Don't tell me you like that kind of man?"
She gave Bulma a hard look, full of irony.
"I liked them too, but… your father is something else. We are talking about different men. He is a Saiyan."
Bra looked at her fixedly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
"Okay. I don't care about him. You like him, right?"
Bra nodded.
"And you want him, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you don't want him to withdraw, right?"
Bra nodded again.
"Then you will have to seduce him, make him feel you are a need, the right one, the woman he wants to be with."
"What should I do?"
"Everything has to be subtle, but getting all his needs drawn to you at the same time. You need to make him let his guard down.
"How?"
"Distract him with your beauty and charm, then stab him with your sharp tongue, but at the same time, make him feel relaxed and free around you. Don't question him, don't make the first open move, but spend more time with him, slowly… conquer his mind, will and body. Let chemistry act by itself. He has to stop holding back to you, make his affective side show… and whatever you do, don't let him see you as needy or weak…"
Bra was stunned, no wonder why she had conquered her father's heart.
"Okay, forget about the weak thing… that only works with Saiyans. What is really important for every man is: Don't ever give up, don't back out a challenge."
"He is too clever… a lot of women had tried to catch him before…"
"You are not every other women… you are Bra Briefs!"
"He is just a prey impossible to catch."
"Remember he already has plenty of women to choose. What will make you different? What will make you a real catch for him? Did you know that the most elusive animals are the easiest to catch?"
"Let me explain it to you…"
Two hours later.
"And whatever it happens, don't get emotional around him. Have him always waiting for more. See? Sometimes reverse psychology really works."
"What if that doesn't work?"
"It WILL work, believe me. There's no one as hard to catch as your father… and I still have him. Now, you are MY daughter, you can do it. That's why I'm sharing this with you and only you."
"Thanks, mom."
"Just remember and repeat it, if necessary. You are the best woman and his best choice. No one will beat you, neither physically nor emotionally. You are powerful, it's in your mind and in your blood. He will end at your feet."
Her mother left with a smile and Bra wrapped her arms around a pillow. Her mother was just great and a real genius.
Need for a spar.
Trunks was having a great time. Tuesday morning… he didn't go to work yesterday and he didn't have to work tomorrow… Seven days in heaven and five more to come… if only Pan wasn't so angry about everything…
She grunted, standing up again. "I'm bored. I want to spar. Let's go."
Trunks blinked, placing the remote to the side. "Spar? No, I'm enjoying my time off."
She giggled, grabbing his ankles in an attempt to pull him off the bed. "Come on, don't be lazy!"
He laughed, resisting her attempts. "Yes, I'm lazy now."
She put more strength in her pulls. "Come on, we will have fun."
He shook his head while chuckling. "No. The bed is comfy. We can have some fun in here, too."
She stopped and slapped his ankles away. "Don't even start with that."
Trunks chuckled and swayed his legs off the bed. "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!"
She crossed her arms, running her eyes from his eyes to his shoulders. "Yeah, sure… like what? Watching TV?"
He laughed, standing up completely and walking to her side. "What about a pillow fight?"
She rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side. "I grew up, Trunks… I'm not into those games anymore…"
He raised his eyebrows, thoughts flooding about what kind of games she would be into now. He shook his head like he wanted to forget about that and sneaked an arm around her waist. "Aww, come on."
She slapped his hand away and shook her head. "Let's spar, Trunks."
He sighed and wrapped both arms around her. "We can't, Pan."
She sighed too, not pulling away. "Let's just pick some place in the middle of the sea…"
He raised an eyebrow, pulling her close. "And if they spot us?"
She placed her hands on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "We can always pretend we are swimming."
Trunks sighed, knowing she would end persuading him. "Fine, but if they spot us, you'll do as I tell you."
Pan squealed and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
He chuckled, returning the hug.
After a couple of seconds, both pull away with red faces and avoiding each other's eyes.
Water games.
They had been sparring for about an hour, when Trunks stopped in middle air and turned his head to the beach. "I told you. They are here."
Pan raised her hand to her chest, still panting. "They can't see us, Trunks."
Trunks looked at her and started taking off his turned and ripped tank top. "They are in a boat, Pan. What I they saw us in the sailboat?"
Pan winced in disgust. "What are you doing?"
He started flying down the water. "They can't see us wearing this. Get under the water! Now!"
Pan frowned, but she jumped into the water. She blinked and stared at him. "What do we do now? Swim?"
Trunks chuckled. "No, they would see your tank top all ripped, Pan. Get your shoulders under the water."
He watched the boat approaching and rushed to her side. It would be weird if The Press saw them just there. "Now, don't get all stiffly, but… we need to… well…"
She gave him a suspicious look. "What?"
He glanced at the boat. "They won't leave until they get what they want, you know…"
She knotted her eyebrows together. "And that is?"
He sighed, raising his eyebrows with worry. "I'm sorry, Pan."
She looked at him even more confused than before. "Sorry? Why?"
He pulled her close with a firm hand around her waist. "Just do what I tell you, okay?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to ask, when she heard him whisper.
"Kiss me."
She blinked a few times, opening her mouth in surprise, but it was too late… Trunks closed the distance between them and kissed her.
She struggled, but then, he grabbed her neck and moved to her ear. "Keep your arms under water…"
She gritted her teeth and whispered an inch away from his mouth. "How dare you? Don't touch me! I don't want to kiss you."
He slid his hand to the back of her head and held her close to him. "You used to love it."
She frowned, ready to push him away, when he kissed her again. She heard the boat engine somewhere near and changed her mind.
He smiled against her lips. She had her mouth closed. He was still angry about her, moving on so fast and dating another guy, but he couldn't deny the chemistry and the big attraction between them. He whispered again. "Even if you hate me now, you know we have to do this, so they will believe we didn't marry just because of the pictures. So, let's just pretend we both enjoy this kiss."
She balled her hands under the water, and then wrapped her arms around his waist with fury, digging her nails in his flesh.
He closed his eyes, feeling her nails clawed in his waist. He murmured against her lips. "You will pay for this, Pan."
She smirked and replied with a very low voice. "We'll see."
He opened his mouth and started kissing her. He almost opened his eyes when she kissed him back. She was in the game… and knowing her, she wouldn't give up.
Pan heard the cameras taking pictures of them, and she thrust her tongue inside his mouth. She almost choked when she felt his body shiver. Oh yes… he was going to pay.
His hand slid to her hip, pulling her close while the other caressed the back of her neck, holding her in place.
The Kiss became passionate in seconds and soon, they forgot about revenges, reporters and games.
Trunks kissed her hungrily, demanding an answer. She moaned against his mouth, kissing him back wildly.
He had missed her kisses. God, he had missed her.
She slid her right hand to his lower back, caressing his tail scar, earning a loud moan from him.
The boat had left five minutes ago, but they hadn't noticed and he didn't care.
She noticed the boat wasn't there when she felt something else pressed to her abdomen. Oh God! What was she doing? She stopped caressing his tail scar and pulled away, breathless. "They left, Trunks."
He half-opened his eyes and started kissing her neck. "Who?"
Pan rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She had to resist, she had to. "The Press… the boat, Trunks."
He pulled away just enough to whisper against her skin. "No, they are around here."
She blinked, looking at the sea. "No, Trunks. I can't see them."
He bit her neck softly. "I know, but they are around here, I can sense them."
She almost fell for it. His kisses felt so good, his closeness was so tempting. She moved her hands to his shoulders, closing her eyes again.
He complained, grabbing one of her hands and returning it to his waist. "Don't. I like it."
Her heartbeat was fast and loud. Her breath was loud and deep. "I know."
He started swimming to the sailboat, keeping her trapped in his arms, while he trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders.
Suddenly, she felt she wasn't in the water anymore. Her back landed on the wood floor of the sailboat and she felt his body on top of her, pressed hard against all the right places.
His hands had left her waist to travel up and down her sides.
She arched her back, kissing his neck, but the sun rays hit her face and her eyes fluttered open, just to realize where that way was leading to.
She pushed him off her and stood up, avoiding his questioning look. "They are gone. Let's go back to the hotel."
The silence was unbearable. Any of them had pronounced a word, both were regretting their actions and their pride. Both were angry and stressed. Reality was, their bodies were in fire, just like their soul… and both knew they could do nothing about it.
End of the Trip.
They spent the rest of the honey moon avoiding each other. They had fun, but they didn't let their instincts take over again. If it wasn't Pan, it was Trunks who stopped a romantic or intimate scene from happening.
The worst part were the nights… sleeping in the same bed. They had been just about to fall from the bed many times, due to their panic to touch each other's body in their sleep.
Welcome.
Five days later. Sunday morning.
Pan wanted to die when they came back. Bulma and Videl were waiting for them at the airport. Bulma told them about The Press and about the house they were living in from now on.
Trunks and Pan rolled their eyes. At least, they wouldn't be living at CC, but honestly… Bulma didn't need to mention that it was because they needed privacy and both families didn't want them to feel uncomfortable around CC with the SCANDAL of their pictures.
Both blushed when Videl told them that Gohan was still angry and they didn't want him checking on them or paying daily visits to see if they were JUST friends as they had assured…
Of course both refused to go to CC. A welcome party… that was just what they DIDN'T need… Just to think of Krilin, Roshi and Oolong's comments was enough to keep them away a month.
New House.
Pan paled after walking around the new house. She had opened all the rooms, they were all empty… except one… their bedroom.
Trunks cursed under his breath… this had their mothers' signature on it…
Were they not going to leave them alone? Were they not going to let them live in peace and solve their own issues and mistakes? No… it seemed they wouldn't do that…
So, Pan and Trunks made an agreement… They wouldn't let them interfere… they were together in this, for better or for worse…
The first week.
Next Friday.
It had been an odd week with both living together. They were both neat, so it wasn't a big deal to keep the house clean, besides, they didn't have any furniture, except for their bedroom and the kitchen.
The first thing they did when they came back from work on Monday, was buying a whole bedroom for Pan. Trunks wanted to buy a living room but Pan didn't want to choose it, arguing it was HIS house and she wouldn't live there more than six months, when they had planned to get a divorce.
Trunks insisted all week until she agreed on Thursday. Trunks knew it would be hard to persuade her, but he didn't feel like just picking up any living room by himself.
Trunks ate at CC or out, so she didn't need to cook for two, although she insisted they had turns to cook breakfast and supper.
Dinner
It had been a long day. Thanks God it was Friday. She had prepared a great dinner, although it was a waste of time to cook just for one person. She had Saiyan appetite and that meant cooking for five at least.
She walked upstairs and took a bath. Her appetite could wait… she needed to relax and a hot bath was the answer. Trunks wouldn't be here until night, so she was alone and tired, a long bath and a nice dinner would be great.
Trunks opened the door and blinked, it smelled delicious… He smiled, maybe she was in a good mood. His meeting had been canceled and he had called Pan to tell her he would have an extra hour for lunch. She didn't pick up the phone, so he left a message, telling her he would be home at lunch time.
She didn't call him and he supposed she didn't want to go out with him. Anyway, he didn't want to be at CC, he was really tired. He had thought of ordering food and eat it at his house.
He grinned like a kid would do in front of a birthday cake. He never thought she would be so great to make him something to eat. Okay, maybe she didn't want to eat with him, but she had prepared something delicious for him. She probably had eaten by this hour. Maybe she was avoiding him, but anyway, it was sweet of her to think of him and cook him something so great. She was probably locked in her room, because he called her three times and she didn't answer. Well, he wouldn't waste all this food… the table was already set and he was starving.
Pan woke up and stretched her arms lazily. The water was cold, that meant she had slept on… maybe her food wasn't even warm by now… God! She was so hungry now… it was good to have a microwave to heat up the food…
She put on an orange tank top with spaghetti straps, olive capris and brown sandals. She ran downstairs, feeling her stomach grumbling.
She froze at the door… her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. "Trunks!"
Trunks turned around smiling. "Hi Pan! That was great, thank you."
She stared at him and then at the empty pans. "Where's my food?"
Trunks narrowed his eyes with confusion. "I ate it, Pan. I told you it was delicious."
Her features changed slowly, at the realization he had eaten HER food and she had nothing to eat. "You ate ALL the food, Trunks!"
He looked at her more confused than before. "Of course I did. I wouldn't be that ungrateful to reject it."
Pan's jaw dropped open and she balled her hands. "And you still have the cynicism to mock me?"
He pulled back his chair, just to hear a loud thump on the floor. His back… She had jumped on him and both fell to the floor. She trapped him under her weight and punched hard his stomach. "How dare you? I want my food back!"
He didn't react on time and winced when she hit him, burping loudly due to the punch.
She got angrier than before. "You are a pig, Trunks!"
She sat on his lap, her thighs pressing his hips hard. "I don't care what you need to do, but I need to eat NOW!"
Then she grabbed his tie harshly.
He grabbed her hands and powered up, hovering off the floor. He changed their positions. "What's wrong with you? You made me lunch and now you are angry because I ate it?"
She gritted her teeth. "Are you crazy? Why would I make you lunch if you don't even eat here? That was MY lunch!"
He blinked in surprise, narrowing his eyes after a second. "That's really mean, Pan. You knew I was going to come for lunch and you cooked just for you? I even invited you to go out for lunch and you didn't return my call!"
Pan tilted her head to the side and stopped struggling. "That's not true, Trunks. You didn't call me and you didn't invite me!"
He let go of her hands, standing up. "Of course I did!"
She stood up and grabbed his arm to make him turn around. "You didn't!"
He crossed his arms, still with Pan's hand on his arm. "I even left a message! Don't pretend you don't know!"
She blinked and walked to the table, grabbing her cell to check if she had messages.
Trunks rolled his eyes, grabbing her cell. He placed it on the table and pointed out to the telephone in the living room. "There!"
Pan looked at the telephone… a green light flashing… the answering machine… She glanced at Trunks and gulped. She had totally forgotten to check the messages…
She bit her lip and walked to the answering machine. Her face paled when she pressed the "play" button and Trunks' voice was heard. Shit…
She turned to look at him and gave him an apologetic smile.
His face was knotted in a frown. He crossed his legs by the ankles and tilted his head to the side. "Well?"
She sat down on the couch. "You could have asked me when you came back from the office…"
He rolled his eyes again. "I called you three times when I came back and you didn't answer… In fact, I shouted…"
She twisted her lower lip to the side, biting softly on it. "I'm sorry, Trunks."
He sighed. He wasn't going to fight over this… he should have known she wouldn't make him lunch. He dragged himself to the couch. "Let's go somewhere, you are hungry."
She was red for embarrassment. He was sometimes, so gentle…
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Come on, Pan. It's okay. Don't worry about it."
He returned to CC after lunch and Pan decided to prepare a great supper to apologize and make up for all the trouble.
When he came back at eight, he was welcomed by a very different Pan… The Pan he remembered. She even cooked his favorite food and served wine. They had a great time that night.
The perfect morning.
She woke up early next day, still guilty of attacking Trunks. She made breakfast and ran upstairs, sneaking in his bedroom.
He was sound asleep. She kneeled down on the floor and shook his head softly. "Wake up, Trunks."
His eyes fluttered open and he stared at her, thinking it was an hallucination.
Her face came closer, while her hand pulled a strand of hair out of his face. "Time to get up, Trunks."
He blinked and raised a hand, grabbing her head. This was the perfect morning. "What are you doing here?"
She smiled, running a finger across his jaw. "Waking you up."
He kept looking at her. His mouth opened slightly. The only thing he needed to make this morning perfect was a kiss from her. Dende! He could get used to live like this…
He chuckled and slid under the covers, pulling them over his head. "I'm sleepy."
She chuckled, knowing he wanted to stay in bed longer, just like a little boy. She slid her hand under the blankets and placed it on his stomach, tracing patterns on it. "I made you breakfast."
He answered from under the covers. "Really?"
She laughed, caressing his belly button. "Yeah, and I bet you are hungry. Your stomach already started complaining."
He chuckled, pushing the covers aside and grabbing her hand. "My stomach is only answering to your fingers."
She blushed, pulling away her hand, but he pulled her to his side. "It's your fault, Pan. You mentioned food… What did you cook?"
She laughed again, letting him pull her close. "Scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, toasts, pancakes and coffee."
His stomach rumbled louder this time and he rolled to the side, burying his face in her hair. "Sounds great."
She couldn't help it, it was so tempting… She ran her fingers up and down his hair in a slow motion, caressing his scalp. "Get up, Trunks or you are gonna be late."
He complained, nuzzling her neck. "I can be late… I'm the boss."
She closed her eyes, sliding her hands to his shoulders. "Trunks… get up."
He pulled away and locked his eyes on hers. His voice turned serious. "Do you really want me to get up? Because I don't."
She blushed furiously and diverted her eyes. "Yes."
Hide and Seek games.
A week later. Saturday. Capsule Corporation.
Bra was hysterical. Two weeks… it had been two weeks since the last time she saw Goten at Trunks and Pan's welcome party.
Pan had started to work again for Trunks, but she was sure it was just to avoid everyone. She had talked to them just twice and they seemed to be always busy, or tired, or out…
Of course that didn't stop her and she asked openly what had happened, arguing she had the right to know.
Idiots… both told her different stories… with just one thing in common… they had a mistake letting their hormones take over… just a couple of times… yeah, sure…
They couldn't even talk about it… idiots… their stories didn't match. It didn't take too much to know both were lying… the truth was there… and she was going to find it.
Maybe they were right about the hormones… but a couple of times? Ha! As if she was going to believe that crap… three different places… and just a couple of times? Sure…
Goten had avoided her at the party, on purpose… he even had the gusts to say hello and ask if she wanted to have dinner with him… asshole! She accepted just to hear that he would "call her in a couple of weeks"… she was angry, upset and furious… She had been waiting for his call, two weeks and he hadn't called.
Her Saiyan spirit was boiling to get out and she was going to free it. Time for Bulma's plan. The time of the bet was over, but she didn't care… She didn't care because he had avoided her on purpose and that wasn't fair.
She grabbed the phone and called Pan. She was decided to end those hide and seek games, Trunks and Pan had been playing. Two weeks and they had made up every excuse to avoid everyone.
After a long talk, Pan agreed to go with her to the mall. It would be better to meet Bra at the mall than at home.
Boredom.
Trunks glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door closing behind Pan. He breathed deeply. He was bored… he hadn't call Goten back and he knew Goten wanted to talk to him. Fine! The pool was already finished and Pan wasn't going to be there.
He invited Goten over and ordered food. He knew he couldn't avoid Goten forever.
NEW FRIENDS.
Trunks looked at Goten in shock. What was that girl doing there?
Goten shrugged and smiled. It was his way to say sorry. "I couldn't cancel our date, so I brought her. You don't mind, do you?"
Trunks shook Rosie's hand and rolled his eyes to Goten. "No… I don't mind."
Well, at least, they wouldn't talk about the pictures…
They were at the pool when Bra landed in the back yard. Both girls stared at them in shock. Who was that? What was she doing in the pool with Trunks and Goten? They looked at each other and climbed out the car.
Trunks greeted them, a little surprised they had returned in less than two hours.
Pan looked at Bra, who returned the look. To be honest, the girls just wanted to pick up some capsules, because Bra had persuaded Pan to buy some house stuff and maybe a dinning room. After the scene they found, neither Bra, nor Pan, talked about going back to the mall.
Rosie greeted them with a nonchalant smile. She was head over hills about Goten, and she didn't care if everybody noticed. This was the perfect opportunity to meet his friends and family.
Bra put on an easy going façade and said hello to Goten and the girl. Then, she excused herself arguing she needed to prove some clothes. She squeezed Pan' arm and started walking to the house.
Pan followed her in silence. The girl had said her sister was coming over, because she had just arrived from Satan City and she wanted to spend a week with her. She had mentioned too that Trunks had said it was okay to bring her…
Pan was angry, very angry… Even if this marriage was fake, she deserved respect…
Pan closed her bedroom door and looked at Bra. "You know I don't like shopping, Bra. Right?"
Bra's face lit up. "Fine! Don't worry."
Pan started tracing patterns on the floor with her foot several times before she murmured. "Is hot, isn't it?"
Bra grinned and bit her lip, glad at the comment. "Yeah… I would even ask you to get into the pool if I had a bathing suit with me…"
Pan grinned, opening the door of the closet. "I just remembered I didn't use all the bathing suits we bought at the beach."
Bra arched an eyebrow, looking at the closet. "You? Buying bath suits?"
Pan blushed as she rummaged through the clothes. "We had any clothes Bra and you know how Trunks is. He insisted we should buy enough clothes to wear something different each day… just in case The Press took… pic… tures…"
Bra chuckled. She knew how hard it was for Pan to talk about those pictures.
Pan threw the bath suits on the bed. "Pick up whatever you want."
Bra looked at them, her eyes fixed on one of them. "OMG, Pan. This one is great. I didn't know you had such a good taste… How come you didn't wear it at the beach?"
Pan rolled her eyes and looked at the side, crossing her arms. "I didn't choose that one."
Bra turned to look at her, still holding the bath suit. "Then, who did? Becau… Oh My God!"
Bra raised a hand to her mouth and started giggling. "I can't believe it! Trunks chose it!"
Pan gritted her teeth and turned to grab another suit. "Yes."
Bra frowned, putting the bath suit on the bed. "And you didn't wear it? That's rude, Pan. Trunks never choose clothes for anyone, did you hear me? Anyone!"
Pan clenched her jaw, her teeth pressed together. "I don't like those kinds of suits, Bra and you know it."
Bra put another suit over her body and looked at the mirror. "But it's beautiful, you should use it Pan, today, firstly."
Pan paled, and lowered her voice. "Why, today firstly?"
Bra ignored the question and undressed, putting on the suit. "Just try it, Pan. I'm sure you look great on it."
Pan sighed, maybe Bra was right, she had discarded the suit just because he liked it… but maybe now was the perfect time to wear it.
Bra complained about the suit, being too small for her and chose a violet bikini, putting it on, as Pan slid into the blue bath suit.
Bra squealed with happiness. The bikini was great and she looked gorgeous. Goten was going to faint when he saw her.
SISTERS.
When they opened the door, Rosie' sister was openly flirting with Trunks. He seemed to be upset.
Pan looked at him, it seemed he was swimming just to avoid the girl. Goten, in the opposite, was playing with Rosie, who seemed to take every chance to wrap her arms around him and kiss him.
Trunks looked at Pan and made a desperate gesture for her to help him.
Pan smirked. Of course she would help him…
She jumped into the water and started swimming, while Maggie cursed silently, looking at Trunks swimming after Pan.
Bra got into the water in silence, trying to remember Bulma's advice. She was better than Rosie in everything… how could that dumb choose to be with Rosie rather than to be with her…
Trunks trapped Pan in a corner and lowered his voice. "Thanks. I didn't know how to get rid of her."
Pan smiled, glancing at Maggie out of the corner of her eyes. "Any time."
After dinner.
Trunks suggested them to stay for the night. Bra accepted immediately, but Goten took his time to answer. Rosie had whispered something in his ear and he had blushed.
Bra watched the way Rosie rolled her tongue while murmuring something… of course… the slut was tempting him. What she didn't guess was that two minutes later, Goten asked Trunks if Rosie could stay too… with him.
When Trunks explained they didn't have enough beds, Goten suggested he could go the department to encapsulate his bed, that way, Bra could sleep in Pan's bedroom.
Trunks and Pan paled. That information was secret, no one should know they were sleeping in separated rooms.
Pan pretended she didn't hear and turned her head to the side. Rosie was a stranger, and no one was allowed to know that… firstly, Maggie…
Bra glared at Maggie and apologized with a sweet smile, telling her how sorry she was that there was NO room for her, that they would love to invite her too, later… when they had bought enough beds.
Maggie glared at Bra and said good bye, winking at Trunks when nobody was paying attention… anybody but Pan.
Bra smirked. There was no way she was sharing a bed with the bitch.
Later that night.
Pan knew Rosie would do everything to hitch up Trunks and Maggie. That's why, she, for the first time since they got married, picked up a night gown to sleep.
Trunks paled when he saw her close the door. The back view was great, he couldn't but wonder how the front view would be.
She walked to the bed. The gown wasn't too revealing, it was knee length, but it was a gown… and silk didn't help either. Trunks had only seen her wearing pants to sleep.
She could feel his eyes checking her up and she turned off the light quickly to hide her blush.
Bra was furious… Her ego had been hurt. She decided to swim again, maybe that would keep her mind busy. She stopped at the side of the pool and stepped back. Goten and Rosie were making out in the pool. She stared at them in shock.
Rosie half-opened her eyes, enjoying the kisses Goten placed on her neck and shoulders. She gasped and pulled away, crossing her arms in X over her chest.
Goten turned around quickly and blushed. Bra was paled, staring at them. The moonlight was shinning over her body, her blue hair cascading on her shoulders.
She stepped back again, her eyes glued to the couple. "I… I'm… sorry."
Goten hated to be caught. He hated when he blushed, but firstly, he hated when people looked at him the way Bra was looking at him. The look of disappointment of her face and her pale skin were like the worst insult. He sighed and did what he used to do when he was caught, act as if nothing had happened. "Do you want to join us?"
Bra gasped, feeling her cheeks going from red to crimson, her flesh burning with rage. "How dare you to ask me that?"
She turned around and ran into the house. Her eyes watering while she struggled to hold back her tears. Goten was just a whim. Watching them was not what it hurt her feelings… but his words… what kind of woman did he think she was? But it was HER fault… she had kissed him first, she had teased him and he had warned her, and still, she had played with fire.
When Trunks and Pan woke up next morning, neither Goten nor Rosie were there. Bra didn't have breakfast with them, saying she had a meeting with some friends.
Menage a trois.
Goten had been thinking all week about Bra's reaction. When he realized how his question had sounded, he slapped himself. Bra misunderstood the meaning... No wonder she felt terribly offended… no wonder why she left that way…
He had thought it was just that she didn't like to catch them making out. He had left to avoid a scene, but now… he knew why…
A week later.
He called her all week, but she didn't answer. It had been almost two weeks since the last time he saw her and he needed to talk to her and explain what he really meant. Apologize if it necessary…. A ménage a trois… for Dende' sake… that was what she probably thought he wanted…
He looked at his wristwatch… just 15 minutes more and he would be off from work. He spent the last three nights tracking her. He located her Ki, but she remained at CC. He had been waiting until she decided to go out, but she didn't until Thursday.
On Thursday night, he extended again his senses and realized she was out CC. He flew off, following her Ki signal at a safe rank.
He saw her air car and after two minutes, she landed near a restaurant and parked the car. She climbed off the car and slammed the door shut. She didn't bother to encapsulate it.
He pondered for a second if he should intercept her now or when she was getting out, but probably she would be with someone.
The Princess of stubborn.
He landed quickly in front of her. "I need to talk to you."
Bra narrowed her eyes and kept walking. "Get lost, Goten."
He bared his teeth and pulled her roughly against his chest.
She gasped in shock when he scooped her up in his arms and took off into the night.
He landed in a high mountain. He wasn't going to risk her running away, and he knew she hated to walk or fly, besides, she wouldn't dirty her outfit just to run away… but he was wrong…
At the first chance she stormed away, pushing him aside. "How dare you? Do you think this trick is going to stop me?"
He blinked in surprise… she didn't yell or panicked, wrong movement… He advanced a step.
Bra pushed him again and started walking away. "You forgot I'm a Saiyan too!"
He raised his eyes slightly. He kept forgetting she was the princess of stubborn… She heard her chuckle and his blood boiled, rushing to his head. Oh no… He grabbed her ankle when she had just hovered off the floor and pulled her down roughly. "You are not running away, Bra."
She hit his chest with all her strength. "I'm not running away, Jerk! I just don't want to be with you!"
It was a big surprise to realize she was in fact, hitting his chest hard and he had started to tighten his arms around her. This was the first time he had to use his strength to hold someone… and that someone was a girl.
He was having troubles to keep her quiet. "Stay still, Bra! I just want to talk to you!"
Bra kicked his ankle with her high heel. "But I don't!"
Goten clenched his teeth together, cursing the damn tool on Bra's foot. "I said STOP!"
She closed her mouth, startled at the angry voice of Goten.
He breathed in and out a few times. How the hell had she managed to make him lose control? "When we were at Trunks' house and you saw me in the poo-
She felt her fury returning and pushed his chest hard. "I don't want to talk about it!"
He grabbed her wrists with a hand and kept his arm around her waist. "Too bad, because we are going to talk about it! I asked you if you wanted to join us, it was just tha-
She struggled in his grip again. "What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to take NO for an answer?"
He opened his eyes wildly, his instinct kicked in before his mind had a chance to. "NO"
He felt a knot in his stomach. Stupid… That wasn't the answer… What was wrong with him? Seriously, he was always in control. "I didn't mean it like that. In fact, it was just that… a question."
She chuckled bitterly, rolling her eyes to the side. "Yeah, sure…"
Then her eyes posed on his. "Bull shit. You had a sarcastic expression, Goten. I'm not a teenager. I know what you meant with that question."
Goten looked at her eyes, wanting to read every emotion on them. "I wouldn't ask you that."
She lifted her head in an indignant pose. "Why should I believe you?"
Goten raised an eyebrow, out of reflex. "Because I don't lie and that's the true, besides…"
He trailed off. It would be better if he kept the explanation just to himself.
She arched an eyebrow, the question on the tip of her tongue… "Besides what?"
He let go of her hands and grabbed her chin. "That's all."
She lifted her head, looking at him in the eye. "If you are SO honest, tell me what you were going to say."
He rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "You asked for it… Fine. Because I already lived that and I would rather have one woman at the time than a ménage a trois."
She opened her mouth in shock. Had he said that?
He smirked, pushing her chin up. "Close your mouth, Bra. Don't tell me it scared you… I thought you were big enough to hear that…"
She blushed, looking at her chest. "Fine."
His eyebrow slid down while the other rose to form a questioning look. His mouth slid to the side in a half-smile. "Fine what?"
She ran her tongue over her dry lips and answered not looking up. "Fine, I believe you."
He arched both brows, amused. "What's exactly what you believe?"
She bit her lip, playing with her finger nails, which were trapped between their chests. "I believe… you didn't mean it that way. You were just being… arrogant… and stupid. That's why I misunderstood you…"
He chuckled. This girl wouldn't give up a verbal battle. "Why didn't you call me? We could have talked about this before…"
She smiled innocently. "Why would I want to call you? Is pretty evident that you were hiding from me, because you were afraid of losing the bet…"
He chuckled, amused at her words. He? Afraid? This girl was just brilliant… "Ha ha ha, no honey… I wasn't afraid, I just had important things to do. In fact, the bet is over, it ended more than three weeks ago. I would say it's a draw."
She smirked, getting confident about who had the upper hand. "Of course the bet is over… you hid yourself 27 days out of 30… and now you want to call it a draw. How convenient…"
He paled. Damn mouth of her… she had a damn sharp tongue and the best process of reasoning and thought he had seen…
She smiled through clenched teeth. Her face reflecting the smirk only Saiyans could wear at the thought of victory. Her tongue rolled smoothly, enjoying the taste of victory. "A real Saiyan never hides, neither he calls a draw, nor does he make excuses, because pride is the most important thing, even if you are just half-Saiyan."
He looked at her in shock, mouth agape. Hell! She wasn't going to pull that on him… she wasn't going to call him a looser and hint he had avoided her because he was afraid of her power of seduction. No way! Hell would have to freeze over first and even if it did, he wouldn't back down from a challenge. "Keep that beautiful mouth of yours closed, if you don't want me to close it for you. Neither I backed down, nor I was afraid of it. It was just obvious that you wouldn't win, so why waste more time. I just wanted to save you the embarrassment."
She arched an eyebrow, amused at his struggles. She would have to thank her mother later. "Those are just pity excuses. If you had been so sure, you had would have shown yourself often and you didn't. Your excuse is just pathetic."
He gritted his teeth, pulling his hands off her waist. "You inherited your father's tongue, Princess, but you are wrong, in fact, I would win even if I see you everyday…"
Her smirk deepened and her voice acquired a very confident tone. Her pose had a note of defiance in it. "Are you sure? Of course it's easy to say that when the time of the bet is over…"
He narrowed his eyes. "Don't use that excuse Bra. If that's the case, then why don't we count just the days we have been together?"
She crossed her arms, looking at him flirtatiously. "So… you are extending the time?"
He folded his arms, mimicking her pose. "YES."
She wetted her lips, lingering on them for a couple of seconds. "Then, I'm in."
He arched his brows. It wasn't going to be that easy… "But if you are willing to play the game… there are some rules, princess… rules you will have to stick up to…"
She raised her left hand and started playing with the hairs near her ear, while her right arm wrapped around her waist. "Go on…"
He smirked and ran his eyes over her frame. "First, if you play the game you accept the consequences. I'm not holding back just because you are who you are. From now on, you are just a woman, neither you are a Briefs, nor a Vegeta descendant… you are just Bra. Second, if you tease me, I'm going to tease you back and I don't want you to howl or to cry because of that. I don't want to hurt you but if you get hurt in the process is your fault for playing adult games…"
She narrowed her eyes, now he was growing confident, but if he thought he could order her around, he was so wrong…
His mouth drew a sly smile. "Third, if you hit me again, you know that I won't hit you back, never… But I'm not going to stay still. Girls like you need taming or a good slap in the butt, so if you hit me just once more, I'm going to correct you like you were a kid, so, don't be surprised if I need to slap your butt, because I will. Fourth, I won't allow you to insult me, so, if you do, I'm going to kiss you. Did you understand?"
Her eyes were two slits now. She nodded, burning her brain to give a good reply. "Anything else?"
He grinned, satisfied with his speech. "I think that's all."
Her fingers started rubbing her elbow. She lowered her voice, burying her eyes in his dark pupils. "You missed one… Fifth, you are not going to boss me around. If I let you say all that is just to give you not a single excuse when you lose. But you are not going to give all the instructions."
He smiled. He would love to tame that fiery temper… "Deal. Anything else?"
She smirked. A new idea had formed in less than five seconds. Her voice was not sharp anymore. "Yes."
He looked down at her face, waiting for the next point.
She leaned forward, hovering slightly off the ground and raised her hands, grabbing the sides of his head quickly and pulling him to her face roughly. She kissed him, opening her mouth to capture his lips in hers.
He moved back, startled at the kiss.
She moved with him, opening and closing her lips over his, in a smooth and sensual kiss.
When she felt his mouth opened, she pulled away and smirked, looking at him with amusement. "You didn't mention rules for kissing, so… I have no consequences because of this. End of the conversation."
She turned her back to him and pressed her lips together, drowning a fit of giggles.
He licked his lips, while his eyes ran all over her retreating form. His pupils shone and his features became wild. A tint of danger could be seen in his eyes. "Not so fast, Bra… I didn't think this bet included kisses, in fact… I left that part to you. I see you chose to include kisses and let them with no rules at all."
She made a face of surprise, opening her mouth in a big O. "What?"
Goten stepped forward and smiled wickedly. "So I have the same privileges, Princess… and that means I can kiss you too."
She backed a step but he advanced two. She backed again, looking at him with wide eyes.
He advanced again and closed the space between them. "Scared?"
She held his gaze, lifting her head to look at him better. "Never."
He slid his arm around her waist and ran the back of his hand down her jaw. "Good."
She knew he was going to kiss her, but she never thought it was going to be like that.
He leaned forward very slowly, until he could feel her lips against his own. He trapped her lower lip between his lips and ran his tongue over, lingering on it. Then, he moved to her upper lip and did the same.
He circled her waist with his arms and pulled her against him, breathing into her mouth. He opened his mouth, covering all her mouth. His lips slid over hers in a slow motion, like he wanted to capture the moment forever.
She half-opened her lips, still afraid that he would tease her again, but he didn't.
He kissed her fully and passionately. She kissed him back without holding back. He tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. One of his hands slid up her back, brushing softly her shoulders blades. He reached her nape and ran his fingers under her hair, caressing her scalp.
She arched her back, leaning into the embrace. The hand on his upper arm, slid sensually to his neck, pressing roughly every muscle, while the hand that rested on his chest, slid to his waist.
They pulled away breathless and she stared into his eyes, glancing at the dark background full of stars. He kissed her again, this time squeezing her waist.
The cell in her pocket sounded, but she ignored it. He opened his eyes and drew a half-smirk. Then the hand on her waist, slid to her hips.
She gasped and pulled away, looking at his hand in shock.
He smirked, taking out her cell with two fingers. He raised his hand and put the cell in front of her face. "Are you not going to answer?"
She blushed furiously and grabbed the cell, looking at the screen. She didn't give a damn who was calling… stupid… he had ruined a perfect kiss, the most romantic kiss of her life. She put the cell in her pocket again and cursed under her breath, turning around, but he heard her…
She almost jumped when his hands circled her waist from behind, this time in a possessive way. His face came closer to her ear.
He took a strand of hair between his teeth and brushed it away. "With me…. Around me… you will always receive more than you give."
She shivered, feeling a storm breaking inside her. Her stomach had turned up side down while funny movements played in her womb. She pressed her teeth together and remained in silence, resisting the urge to lean back her head.
He chuckled lowly, running his nose from her neck to her ear. "I heard you…"
She blinked and turned her head to the side. "What?"
His hands traveled to her hips and returned to her waist. "What did I tell you about insulting me? Don't you remember the fourth rule?"
Venting the anger.
Pan stretched out in her bed and rolled onto her side. She tossed her head, she needed to stop thinking about Trunks, but it was so hard while they shared the same house.
The resentment had vanished, but she was still hurt. It was so hard to forgive him for being an idiot. They could have lived happily… if he had loved her…
She wasn't mad at him, in fact, she still loved him. That was the main reason of her coldness, that's why she struggled to be friends with him… she hated to be so weak and don't move on. The bitterness of those thoughts made her boil in anger.
Sometimes he seemed to be mad at her, but he had no reason to be. She had been tempted to ask him if the reason was Zen, she had felt the need to tell him that all Zen's issue was fake, that she never had cheated on him, because that was what he had thought and she was almost sure about that.
She had been worried about Vegeta. When he saw her with Zen, he had shaken his head and in the first chance he had whispered: "Have you lowered your standards?" He would have find out it was just a lie… but he didn't have time. He would have beaten her for being so stupid to choose a weakling weirdo… and maybe she deserved it…
But Trunks deserved it too for being stupid and don't realize she had done it just to teach her father a lesson… Fine! Maybe she had two reasons… and the second was to make him feel jealous thinking she didn't love him anymore…
She chuckled bitterly and couldn't help to power up. "Ha… like he cares…"
She straightened her back and placed her hands on the mattress, scanning the room to find something that could help her to vent up all her anger and frustration.
She raised both eyebrows looking at Trunks' jacket… She tightened her lips and formed a Ki ball in her hand and blasted the jacket.
A wicked grin formed on her face at the remnants of the jacket. Oh yes… he loved that jacket with the CC logo on the sleeve…
Trunks knocked at her door, worried at the spike of energy. "Pan, are you okay?"
End of Chapter 11.
Author notes: Thank you so much for your reviews: Apolonia 86, Rogue97, mizqt, Trupan, Remembering childhood, Phantasom, Zhealy, Super Saiyin Panny, saskia, Thelastsaiyan1991. I'm glad you liked the chapter and I appreciate you took the time to review. Those kinds of things are what really matters, that you take those minutes to let me know that you like it. I hope you let me know if the story draws out or if a character is ooc. This story will have 15 chapters, more or less. Thank you so much.
Thanks for the advice about separatin stories, you are very right, Trunks and Pan story should have ended in the last chapter; and I should have separated the Goten/Bra part from the Trunks/Pan. I know too that the whole marriage thing was kind of weird, but if we think about the Dragon Ball world it may happen that way, at least, between high society still happens.
Thanks for the notes and thank you, my dear friend and betareader Apolonia86.
Next chapter: Backfired revenge... I promise it's gonna be very interesting. Chapter 12 and 13 are going to be short, because I'm separating the stories between Trunks and Pan, and Bra and Goten, so it wont be tired to read. Thank you.