The Black Dragon

Volume I

Star Fazed

Chapter Four – Virgin Desires

By: Juki

                                                Exotic colours, gold, red and orange. The magnitude of the dynamic colours was overwhelming as the cool breeze swept over them like a wave of ocean. She closed her eyes as she spiralled in the air, still holding fast her green duffle bag and her friend's suitcase. And as she turned, she could see the familiar rooftop, the clearing, the small creek…everything came back to her as if she had just visited yesterday. Yet yesterday was four years ago or was it eight? She couldn't remember but as far as she could recall, it had been too long. Leaves rustled and snapped from their descend, there, by the step, a man in his late twenties, unruly hair that looked as if it could snap a comb if ever attempted to tame. He looked displeased and once they came within earshot, shouted. "You're late!"
Trunks glanced down at his watch, "Sorry, we tried to hurry…where's Marron?"

"I don't know…isn't she coming with you?" Goten stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt off of his clothing. "Open up, I need to go to the washroom." He calmly exclaimed.
"I don't have the key…" Trunks stated as he put his sister down. "Marron has the key…"
Pan threw the suitcase down almost too quickly as she walked up to the creaky steps, "I know a way to get in."

"How?" Goten looked from Trunks, "How? Enlighten us!"
Pan placed her hand on the knob, with a forceful twist, a loud snap, and the door swung open. "Like this." She said and walked in and looked around. Dark, she flicked on the wall light to have no electricity. "Trunks…"

"What?" He asked in irritation as he hauled Bra's suitcases in. "What's wrong now?"
"There's no light." Pan played with the switch, on and off, on and off. "Did you call the place and have it connect here?"
"I had to call?" Trunks scratched his head, "I don't know, I thought Marron was taking care of this, I was too busy at work…"
"Where's Marron?" Bra asked, she had not heard them before as she walked in the musky place and immediately sneezed.
"I know." Pan said, "I can go up by the log cabin and get firewood so at least tonight we'll have a fire and figure out some way to make food." With her suggestion, opened her duffle bag and pulled out a flashlight. "If I don't come back in an hour, call a search party." Pan jested as she walked out alone. "Wait." Mirai Trunks called behind her, "I'll come along." With that he followed her and headed east towards the creek.

Trunks tapped his watch, "Marron should be here by now." He said and started pacing, "What if something happened to her? What if she changed plans last minute and couldn't reach us?"
"If there's no electricity…does that also mean the water doesn't work?" He asked while he stood in a weird position, "Because I tried going outside but them raccoons stare…"
Trunks ignored him while he continued his pacing. "Maybe I should try and go find her."
"Here, use my cell phone." Bra handed Trunks her cell phone and he took it. On speed dial 4, he pressed the phone up against his ear while he waited.

Ring, ring. A cell phone rung near and as Marron stepped up onto the porch, answered her phone. "Hello?"

Trunks hung up and stuck his head out, "There you are!" Marron stared blankly at the phone, then at Trunks. "Sorry I'm late," She said, "I got held up in traffic." She pointed to the rented van, "Help me unload, all the food are in there."
"We don't have electricity." Trunks informed her as he started picking up boxes.
"Oh really? It should be up soon, I called the place last night and they said it'd be up by 6:30." She picked up a grocery bag and walked in, "Where are Pan and Mirai Trunks?"
"They went off to get the firewood at the log cabin up east." He replied.
"Oh good, that'll save me a trip." She said, "Who's cooking tonight?" Once she asked this, she regretted it as Bra offered. "I will!"
"Well, I think I can help." Marron quickly added in, "Don't want you doing all the cooking, that's too much work!"
Goten came out as the flushing water came from the washroom. Relieved and in a better mood, he dug through the grocery bags and rubbed his chin. "Is this it?" he pointed to the four bags of food, "Is this supposed to last…the whole weekend?"
"No." Marron said, "I have more in the van, but that's for tomorrow." She started stocking up the fridge, "Goten, could you check the rooms? Last time I came here, one of the ceiling collapsed on the spare rooms so maybe two of us might have to bunk or sleep in the living room."
Bra helped Marron and checked out the food, "Canned food?"
"Yea, it's easy, it's fast." Marron explained and looked at her watch, "The electricity should be up, let me check." She walked towards the wall switch and flicked it on to have the light go on. "Good, everything's in check."

Pan nudged open the door with her foot as she walked in with an armload of logs with Mirai Trunks behind with equal if not more in his arms. They walked to the fireplace and dumped them next to the bricks. Pan sat down on the front and started on the fire while Mirai Trunks sat next to her and helped. Goten called from the upper floor, "There're only four rooms." He announced, "And one of them has a broken window…one without a bed…and one with a hole on the ceiling."
Pan overheard, "Wow, last time I came here this place was fine! Now it's falling to pieces."
"Yea, I know." Marron said, "But this is such a fun place! What are a few holes and broken windows?"
Bra screamed and threw the can on the ground and almost flied up onto the counter. Drawing attention to her, she screeched. "There're mice!"
Pan rolled her eyes and turned back to the chimney where she asked Marron for the matches, who threw it at her and then stood on the chair and asked, "Where?"
Pan flicked the match across the sulphur surface and watched as it ignited into life. Scorching a twisted piece of old newspaper, she then dropped it in the centre of the log construction that she had built and watched as the little twigs caught on fire…then started on the bigger logs. She pushed the metal net over the chimney and stood up, dusting herself off. He followed suit and looked around.
"I can't sleep downstairs!" Bra exclaimed, "There're mice…"
"Me too…" Marron cowered on the chair, "I don't care if I have to sleep in a room with a broken window or a hole in the ceiling, I'm not sleeping on the ground where mice can get me."

"Eh, I'll sleep here then." Pan said as she sat on the ground, "I don't care."
"Mirai Trunks will need to sleep upstairs." Trunks said, "His head injury…healed but you know, just in case, he can share with me."
"Who ever said you could have a room, Trunks?" Bra chided.
"Hey, you guys." Goten said, "I'll sleep here too, I want to be close to the fridge."
"Then it's settled, right?" Bra asked as she climbed down the counter and ran out of the cooking area that overlooked the living room, which were also the dinning room and the den. "I get a room?"
"Yea." Pan assured her as she stood up again, "Who's cooking?"
"I'm not going near the kitchen!" Bra proclaimed and Marron also agreed. They went upstairs with Trunks while Pan looked and rummaged. Finding a few cans, she looked for pots. "Can we have…?"

"No." Pan stated flatly.
"But you don't even know what I was going to ask for!" Goten frowned.
"Whatever you have in mind, we probably won't have it here." Pan pulled out a large pot and placed it over the stove. Turning it on, she opened the cans and poured the contents into the large iron pot. She read the instructions on the label and followed it; soon the smell of soup came as she added things in there such as chicken and frozen vegetables. Stirring it with a large wooden spoon, Goten watched her and drooled. "Hungry…" He pouted and cupped his stomach, "Must eat…soon!"
"Set the table then." Pan pointed to the bowls stacked in the shelf beneath the counter. "The faster you set, the faster we eat."
He raced towards it and gathered all that he could, and started setting the table.
Pan turned to the seven empty cans on the counter and wondered if it was enough. There were pasta in it…but she doubted it would last long. As she stirred some more, she heard them come back from upstairs and then sat down some place around the dinning table. Pan grabbed some gloves and walked out of the kitchen with the pot and sat it in the centre of the wooden table. Bowls lined up against the pot, she ladled them and watched as they snatched their bowls back and ate. Things always went quiet when they ate, Pan finished hers quickly, knowing if she was slow, there'd be none left. Fighting over for the last bowl, Pan and Goten bickered, "I cooked!"
"I set the table!"
"I'm your niece!"
"I'm your uncle! Respect your elders!"
"I'm young, I need my nutrition!"
"You two!" Trunks stood up and shook his head, "I should get the last bowl." With that he reached for the ladle to have his hand repelled so fast from it that he never knew what hit him.
"You guys!" Marron shouted over their voices. "I think Mirai Trunks should have it…he needs it more!"
Their eyes turned to him and he slunk down in his seat, "I'm not hungry…" He lied as his stomach growled. Pan sighed and once his bowl was passed, ladled it in and watched as the steamy soup was passed all the way across the table. Sighing, she dropped the ladle back in the pot and pouted. Marron took out two loafs of bread and watched as they fought over it again. It was almost comical, seeing them bicker, especially Goten. He wrestled Pan down onto the table while he tried to bite the bread and claim it. She kicked his knee and reached for the bread while Trunks took advantage and snatched it away. Bra stuck her hand in between Trunks and his mouth and grabbed it with a cackle. Stuffing it in her mouth, she scurried away before anyone detected and before Trunks could get at her.
"STOP!" Pan screeched at the top of lungs, "Let's divide it…" Goten released her and she cracked her neck from his lock. "Sheesh!" Marron handed her the knife, Pan rolled her shoulders as she moved the knife to the bread. "The cutter doesn't chose!" Trunks blurted.
Pan cut the first slice and Goten snatched it without question. The second, Trunks grabbed. Third, Bra picked up, fourth, Marron got, fifth saved for Mirai Trunks, the sixth, hers! The biggest piece! She smiled and was about to bite into it when Goten tried to grab it. "LET GO!" Pan screeched as she tried to bite her bread with his hand up against her face.
"You guys…" Marron shook her head, "There's still another loaf here."
Their movements stopped as it fell dead silent. Three silhouettes shot for the fresh loaf but they never reached it as they fought it out on the rug. Mirai Trunks stood up, stepped over them, "May I?" He asked. Marron nodded. He cut the bread and started distributing them. Each person gets four slices. Pan's hand came into view as she then grabbed onto some ankle and then with that, pulled herself out of the brawl that no longer included her. Dirty and hungry, she devoured her bread in the corner, looking around suspiciously.
"Are they always like this?" Marron asked Bra who had calmed down and was simply eating now. She nodded, "Not as violent, Okaasan would never let them brawl over a slice of bread…"
Bra looked around, reached over to one of the two piles saved for Goten and Trunks. Two hands snapped and clung onto her wrist and she froze and looked towards the source. Trunks and Goten, as if heard her, stopped their brawl and grabbed her hand before she touched the bread.
"Hands. Off." Goten said solemnly. Bra laughed nervously and pulled her hand free, "There was just…some dust on your bread, that's all…!"

                                Dinner being a great spectacle, Mirai Trunks sat by the fire as he watched Goten attempt at washing dishes. Pan sprawled on the couch and rested her eyes until Trunks pulled at her to get off so he could lay down. She kicked him, aimed for his groin to scare him off and he cowered away while she clung onto her territory. Bra read her magazine while she waited for her nails to dry, fuchsia. Marron sat with her leg dangling over an armrest of a chair, her toes painted blue. Trunks ended up on the rug next to Mirai Trunks, pulled the metal netting away from the fireplace and started throwing things in it and watched as they popped and snapped. The time passed by, Goten took two hours to wash a pot, six bowls and six spoons. Bra and Marron completed their facials while Pan simply laid around. Mirai Trunks and Trunks, humoured by popping things, soon grew tired as they yawned.
"Well…let's hit the hay…" Trunks said with a yawn while he stood up and stretched. "We can do more tomorrow." He extended his hand and Mirai Trunks took it and was helped up. He thanked Trunks then said his goodnight as he walked up the stairs with his suitcase. Pan stood up from the couch, took out the cushions to reveal a pullout bed. Pulling it out, the red fuzzy sofa, she put the cushions back and used it as a pillow while she left no room for a sleeping bag on the ground. "Goten." She called to him, "Where are you going to sleep?"
"Here!" He said as he dried the dishes, "Why?"
"Well…" Pan looked down at the sofa, "There's no room for a sleeping bag."
"I'm not sleeping on a sleeping bag, I'm sleeping on the couch!"
"Uh…so am I." Pan rubbed her chin, "That's kind of…"
"Who cares, we used to sleep together all the time when we were young!" He said enthusiastically. "I was like your teddy bear!"
Pan shook her head, "That sounded terribly wrong…"
"It's not like I'm going to do anything to you." Goten exclaimed while he put the last glass away. Drying his hands on his pants he walked out of the kitchen. "I call the right side!"
"Good, I like the left." Pan started building a territory that clearly separated the sofa, "Just in case…" She said, "I didn't bring a blanket, did you?"
"Yup, I did!"
"Can I have it?"
"We can share."
"Uh…"
"I'm going to brush my teeth!" Having the shortest attention span, he ran off to his backpack leaving Pan fixated in the newest problem…sharing a bed with her Uncle…who has the tendency to move a lot in his sleep…
She knocked on their door. He opened the door, "Yes?" Trunks looked at her, "May we help you?"
"Can I borrow a blanket?" Pan tried to peer behind him. "Hold on." Trunks closed the door and she heard rummaging. "What's with the secrecy?" She called through the door. The door opened and Trunks shook his head, "No blankets. Try Marron."
"I did, she doesn't have one either."
"Bra?"
"None."
"Well then kiddo, I guess you're going without a blankie tonight!" He teased and then shut the door, opened it for a second and said, "Night." Then closed it again. She sighed and walked back downstairs with the railing overlooking the fuzzy red sofa right outside of Trunks' room. As she came, Goten sat in bed, "Good, at least you're warming the blanket up for me." Pan said as she dug through her duffle bag for her pyjamas to find that…she had forgotten to pack that…

                "Thanks…" Pan blushed as Bra handed her a skimpy nightgown. "No problem!" Bra said, "I brought plenty." Pan realized she had been too busy packing for Mirai Trunks to really pack for herself. She hoped that they weren't going to the hot springs…frankly; she forgot to pack her bathing suit too. As she brushed her hair and looked at her own reflection in the small rectangular mirror attached to the wall, she blushed and folded her hands across her chest. Feeling all so exposed in the thin small material, she'd rather wear her normal clothes to bed, but knowing what Goten would do to it, probably drool on it, she didn't want to risk it. As she came out, Goten fast asleep, she flicked the lights off and fumbled around in the darkness until she found Goten's legs. From there, she probed her way back to her side, "Oops, sorry, oops." She said but he didn't seem to wake. Rolling over to her side, she arched her back and pulled the nightgown down for it had rode up too high. Pulling some of Goten's blankets, seeing how the cushions she made took up too much room, pulled them out from between them and used it as her pillow instead.

                                Her legs entangled with the sheets, obsidian tress crowning her, the nightgown leaving little to the imagination. The thin straps of the silky white material rolled off of her shoulders as cleavage was shown. On her side with her leg poised up in the most arousing position as he held the glass of water in his hand and simply stared. He had never seen her…in that way… The frill sewn on at the edge of the hem of the nightgown rose up near her hip and managed to come down and conceal what he shouldn't even be looking at in the first place. Inner conflict. To look or to walk away?
Goten stirred and then suddenly sat up with his eyes closed. He jumped and almost dropped the glass of water as he stared back at Goten, who then mumbled and collapsed back onto the sofa, jolting it. Pan, a sound sleeper, groaned and rolled over onto her back with her legs bent upwards and her left arm thrown over her head. With her other hand, she batted at the blankets, then whipped it over her body and slept soundly again. Shaking his head, he cleared his mind and quickly walked back up the stairs with his glass of water. His face reddening in colour and increasing in heat, as he entered the bedroom again, a voice called over to him. "Mirai Trunks," A mumble, "Did you gets the waters?" He nodded and handed Trunks the glass of water while he sat up and gulped it down half awake. Finishing, he put the glass next to his head on his way back down onto the bed he quickly fell sleep. As he climbed onto the top bunk, the thoughts…emerged from the silence and prowled within the confines of his mind. What if he had been Goten? Could he have actually slept and not be tempted by the sensual woman next to him? If he were Goten, could he resist the urge to…to reach out and brush her ivory flesh with his fingertips? He shook his head, tried to shake it away but it only worsened as he closed his eyes. How easy she could succumb to him, wither beneath him…he shook his head again. The impure thoughts of his angel, he couldn't allow himself to corrupt her that way. She was not like that, she wasn't, she wasn't, he told himself over and over again. Burying his head in the pillow, the resounding and elongated sigh of her groan…rung through his ears the groan of aggravation shifted to a moan of pleasure… He went asleep with a heavy heart as something within him brewed…