//Anija//
There was a short reception after wards, but I
emphasize on short seeing that Trunks and I wanted to get to the honeymoon
suite we had arranged. After all, who would want to stay around family
when you have the most romantic week of your life in front of you?
I did like the cutting of the cake though....
***Flashback***
ÒDoes anybody have a saw handy?Ó Trunks asked,
turning to look at the guest. Soft laughs could be heard amongst them.
ÒCÕmon, Trunks, itÕs only a little cold,Ó Bulma
said, giving us a smile.
Trunks being the ever so smart ass he was, insisted
on trying to be funny. Keyword: Trying.
~Ah well, might as well have good memories.~ I
thought.
ÒHere,Ó I whispered to Trunks, ÒWhy donÕt we just
heat the knife up?Ó I pushed a little ki energy through the knife, warming
it to cut through the cake like a cold knife through melted butter....
I never could get the sayings right....
We held the cake knife together as it slid through
the cake, cutting the first piece. Camera flashes went off around us.
~Yes, gotta have pictures of two people cutting
a cake...~ I though sarcastically, ~Guess itÕs just one of those things.~
Trunks slid the piece out and set it on a plate.
Then he broke off a piece and put it in my mouth. I smiled and did the
same for him. Then I pulled him forward in a kiss. More flashes went off
yet again.
~Heh, people and their cameras...~
After pulling out of the kiss I smiled up at Trunks.
ÒYou know what, Trunks,Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒYou tasted like cake.Ó I said grinning.
He just smiled, and was that a light blush on his
cheeks?
***End Flashback***
That was nice but I was glad we were going heading
towards our suite now. Most couples drive off to their honeymoon, but not
us. Hey, if you can fly, why not do it? ItÕs fun to fly, and romantic to
get flown.
I nuzzled TrunksÕ neck, covering it with soft kisses.
ÒAnija,Ó He started.
ÒHmm?Ó I looked up with big innocent eyes.
He chuckled, ÒNothing,Ó
ÒMmm, ai shiteru, Trunks.Ó I whispered in his ear.
ÒI love you too.Ó He smiled then kissed my forehead.
I snuggled closer to his body, listening to his
steady heart beat and breathing. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in,
taking in all that was him. I took in the energy that surged through his
veins. I could feel the warmth from his heart as I let that in too. I could
sense some dis-ease there too though.
ÒDonÕt worry, Trunks.Ó I said quietly, opening
my eyes to stare up at him.
Confusion crossed his face, ÒWorry, about what?Ó
ÒI know youÕre worried about things between me
and your dad, donÕt be.Ó I said.
ÒI just...Ó
ÒI know, donÕt worry about it though. WeÕve reached
an agreement. Believe me, your dad is a hard case but I think I got to
him, not just under his skin.Ó
ÒReally?Ó Trunks asked.
ÒYeah, I talked to him a bit in the last month.
HeÕs a little weary of getting me really mad but I told him that IÕd rather
not live with you if he was going to be an ass the whole time. I think
he understood, as much as your father will anyway.Ó I told Trunks, smirking
a bit.
ÒFinally,Ó He said quietly.
ÒMmhm,Ó I nodded then kissed him on the cheek.
//Trunks//
~Thank Kami,~ I thought, ~My dad finally got over
his little grudge or whatever he had against her.~ I looked down at her
as she snuggled against me again.
~Still kind of hard to believe weÕre married.
Dang, guess I owe Goten ten bucks.~ I smiled thinking about the bet we
had made as kids..
~SheÕs worth it though, much more.~
ÒThe reception was pretty fun, donÕt you think?Ó
I asked.
ÒYeah, I loved the open mike toasts.Ó She said
sarcastically.
ÒThey werenÕt that bad, Anija.Ó
***flashback***
I looked to Goten. It was nearing the middle of
the reception and my mother thought now would be a good time for the toasts.
Seeing that Goten was my best man it was customary to let him speak.
ÒNow?Ó He asked.
ÒYes, now. Go on.Ó I replied.
ÒDonÕt worry, Goten, I promise not to kill you
for anything you say.Ó Anija said, smiling.
ÒOh thanks,Ó Goten took the mike and stood. ÒExcuse
me, IÕm going to make a toast.Ó The small group around our table hushed,
making the others follow suit. ÒThank you. As TrunksÕ best man I am granted
the honor of making the toast. Actually, I think he just wanted to embarrass
me first but hey, what are friends for.Ó
ÒIÕd like to first congratulate Trunks and
Anija on their wedding. Anija, you looked great in that gown, and if ya
werenÕt already married Id-Ó Sarah glared at him. He smiled weakly. ÒRiiight....Anyway,
second, Trunks, you owe me ten bucks for getting married to Ôone of those
icky girlsÕ, from our bet as little kids, remember? IÕll collect after
the reception.....
ÒWell, when I first saw Trunks and Anija
together I never thought theyÕd end up hitched. But eventually, after Anija
stopped me and Trunks from beating the snot out of eachother, I began to
think him settling down wouldnÕt be a bad idea. And after the bathroom
incident I thought theyÕd make a good couple. Going after it so hard and
everything, in a bathroom no less, sheesh. But that is the way male hormones
work I suppose-Ó
I stood up, ÒGee, Goten, that was very nice. Does
anyone else want a turn?Ó
ÒBut IÕm not done.Ó
ÒAnybody?Ó
Goku walked over to Goten and took the mike. I
sighed with relief.
ÒWell, IÕd also like to congratulate the two of
you. I hope you have many years of um... being married.Ó He gave a sheepish
grin. ÒMaybe youÕll even have some kids!Ó
I paled. Kids.
Goku laughed. ÒIn any case. Congrats, Trunks. Same
to you, Anija.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó I said weakly.
ÒAlright, woman! IÕll do a toast! Just stop elbowing
me!Ó My dad stood up. Uh-oh. A toast of his couldnÕt be good. He walked
over to the mike.
ÒA-hem. When I first met Anija she call me un-worthy
of her name. Hmph, me, a prince, un-worthy! It hasnÕt improved much since
then.Ó He then sat down.
Anija blushed briefly. My mother fumed.
ÒVegeta! ThatÕs not how you toast your sonÕs marriage.
Now get up there and do it right!Ó She shot him a glare that could make
any man -or Saiyan- shiver.
He walked back up. ÒCongratulations Trunks and
Anija.Ó He stopped and my mom shot him another glare. ÒMy best to you.
Good luck, Trunks.Ó He added, grudgingly.
ÒThat was... sweet. For your dad.Ó Anija whispered.
Sarah walked up to the mike. ÒWell, a lot has already
been said to you guys so IÕll make this short. Congrats to you both and
I hope you have a good time on your honeymoon.Ó She winked then raised
here glass. ÒTo Trunks and Anija!Ó We all raised our glasses.
ÒHere, here.Ó
***End flashback***
ÒYeah, youÕre right. Even your dad said something
nice, with some encouragement, but it was nice.Ó Anija said.
I laughed at the thought. I looked up again, good
to do that while youÕre flying. I could see the suite coming into view.
The building complex was huge, off by itself on an island of sorts.
~Well, guess they werenÕt lying when they said
ÔdeluxeÕ.~ I thought.
*~*
ÒMr. and Mrs. Trunks Briefs?Ó The clerk chortled
at the name. I shot him a look, he shut up. ÒHmmm, ah yes, suite 281, the
honeymooners suite.Ó The clerk at the counter said.
ÒThank you,Ó I said, taking the key.
Anija smiled at him then took my arm, ÒLead the
way, Mr. Trunks Breifs.Ó she smirked.
*~*
//Anija//
As soon as the door was opened I knew I was going
to like this. A king size bed decorated with rose petals against the wall,
a hot tub in the corner, champagne and candies on the table, and a wonderful
aroma wafting out of the room. Heaven, pure and simple.
Trunks took my hand and led me inside. After shutting
the door with the ÒDo not disturbÓ sign on it, he led me to the furniture.
After Trunks sat on the couch I took the liberty
to plunk down on his lap.
ÒSo, Slick, you think I can improve what ÔOfficer
NastyÕ did to you?Ó I asked with a grin.
TrunksÕ eyes widened as a light blush rose on his
cheeks. ÒO-Of course.Ó
ÒGood answer.Ó I wrapped my arms slowly around
his neck, inching forward. Gently brushing our lips then going for the
gold.
I pulled back and was met with a whine of disappointment.
ÒDonÕt worry, hun, weÕll have enough time for that. I just wanna look around
a bit.Ó Getting up, I ruffled his hair then headed towards the table with
the champagne.
On the table were two medium size, white boxes
with red ribbon. Looking at the tags I saw one was for Trunks and the other
for me. ÒHey, Trunks, thereÕs two presents here, want yours?Ó
Trunks got up and walked to me. ÒWhoÕre they from?Ó
ÒBeats me. IÕll look.Ó I took the tag and opened
it. It read.
Anija- I just had to get this for you! Hope
you got this before the fact. ^-^V. DonÕt whine too loudly! Enjoy!
-Sarah.
I mentally groaned. With _that_ kind of note this
had to be something she picked up while we were shopping. ÒItÕs from Sarah.
WhatÕs yours say.Ó
ÒItÕs from Goten, he just says, ÔCongrats, Trunks.
Got Ôcha something for some fun, my personal fav.Õ WhatÕs that supposed
to mean?Ó
ÒIt means that Sarah and Goten are two hormone
driven people with weird libidos.Ó I answered too seriously. ÒMight as
well open Ôem.Ó
I took the ribbon off then slowly raised the lid
as Trunks did the same to his. I had just barely got the lid off when green
fabric appeared. I quickly shut it again, blushing. Looking up to TrunkÕs
weird face I gave him a questioning look. He handed me his box.
ÒÕFifty Exciting Positions to Give You The Time
of Your LifeÕ includes video.Ó I read out load the title of the book Goten
had given him. My eyes widened. ÒGoten has, and likes, this book?Ó
ÒHe said he and Sarah always had fun.Ó Trunks said
flatly.
I shook my head. ~Crazy, horny rabbits.~
ÒWhat you get?Ó
ÒOh, uh, nothing.Ó I replied too quickly. Trunks
picked up on this.
ÒOh really? Can I see your nothing then?Ó
ÒNo. Well, what I mean is, you wouldnÕt want to
see it. ItÕs not very exciting. Certainly not as fun as your book. LetÕs
just-Ó
ÒThen let me see it, Anija. Something boring shouldnÕt
bother you.Ó
ÒWell, itÕs just... I, itÕs-Ó I sighed, defeated,
ÒFine.Ó I handed him the box.
Trunks opened it slowly, setting the lid on the
table. He picked up the green fabric and held it up, smiling. ÒOh, Anija,
I think this is far from boring.Ó
Ò...?!... Trun- I-...Ó
ÒCare to try it on? You know, make sure it fits
and all.Ó
ÒI...Ó I blushed profusely, ÒUm... Heh... You really
like it?Ó
ÒWhy lie? Here, thereÕs a bathroom over there,
at least try it on.Ó He urged.
ÒTrunks, cÕmon, you really wanna see this? DonÕt
you want to have some champagne or something first?Ó Personally, I believed
I would be covered in more matter in my birthday suit than that dreaded
green...thing....
ÒThis is a good first.Ó He was practically drooling.
ÒI... Fine.Ó I gave up on a loosing argument. Getting
up, I grabbed the green scrap of cloth and gave Trunks a quick kiss. ÒYou
owe me for this.Ó Then I walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
*~*
Taking the green thing out of the box, I held it
up and could practically see right through it. There wasnÕt even enough
fabric to cover a shin, let alone a body.
~Try it on, Anija. ItÕll be a good first. Why lie?~
I thought. ~Hmph, men.~
I removed my clothes, carefully folding them then
putting them on the sink counter. ~If he wants this heÕll wait.~
I held up the green thing again, noticing that
it wasnÕt just one green thing, it was two. Joy. Dropping on piece on the
counter I took to the task of figuring out how to put on what I had in
my hands.
~It looks like a bottom piece, has leg holes...
I guess itÕs the bottom then...~I slid the fabric up my legs. The top of
it stopped a few inches below my navel. The back part proceeded to violate
my rear.
~Ahh! Wedgie. God, whoever thought this up mustÕve
been into something weird... or a man perhaps...~ I thought, now noticing
the thong part of the bottoms. ~How attractive...~
The top piece had less fabric than the bottom.
This worried me. ~Sarah, maybe this is good for Goten, but what the hell
drove you to think IÕd like it?! Crazy...~And now to figure out the complicated
puzzle of wearing it.
*~*
~Aha! So this goes here and....There. Finally.~
I had finally gotten the whole ensemble on. Well... More like the fabric
with a couple stitches considering how little material there was, but it
was on. ~LetÕs go ahead and take a peek at this.~ I walked over to the
mirror and could see the blush that rose on my cheeks.
~Whoa. This is... different.... It covers less
skin than underwear....~
*knock knock*
ÒAnija, you get stuck in there?Ó Trunks asked through
the door.
ÒNo, just took me awhile,Ó
ÒIÕd say. Are you coming out?Ó
ÒNo,Ó
ÒWhat? Why not?
ÒBecause I donÕt like this.Ó I stated, stubbornly.
ÒAnija, cÕmon.Ó
ÒNo,Ó
ÒI bet you look great. Come on out.Ó Trunks coaxed.
ÒWhy donÕt you try it on if you think itÕs so great?Ó
ÒAnija, youÕll look fine.Ó
ÒActually, Trunks, I look just about naked, just
with some green here and there.Ó
ÒCÕmon, Anija. Come out.Ó
ÒNo, I donÕt like this.Ó
ÒFor me?Ó
ÒWell I wouldnÕt wear it for me now would I?Ó
He chuckled. ÒItÕs our honeymoon. WeÕre supposed
to do this, just minus the arguing of getting you out here. Please?Ó
I could tell by his voice he was making the Òpuppy
-dog eye poutÓ thing. I sighed. He wasnÕt going to give up, and this was
our honeymoon.... ÒAll right. Just donÕt laugh.Ó
I didnÕt wait for a response. Slowly I turned the
door knob and pushed it open. Walking out in front of him, I stood with
my hands on my hips. ÒWell?Ó
ÒWow... I didnÕt know you looked so good in so
little green....Ó He smirked.
I swear there was almost drool. ~Definitely a guy
thing. Sarah, you better have known what you were doing.~
ÒYou like it?Ó I fished for comments.
ÒUh-huh. ItÕs very nice if I do say so myself.Ó
ÒWell, personally I donÕt like the itchiness. Care
to solve that?Ó
ÒYou mean, remove the source?Ó
ÒYou are a genius.Ó I smirked, then pushed him
towards the king size bed.
*~*
~Thank you, Sarah....~ I thought, lazily draping
my arm across Trunks. I pulled the covers up more, tucking them under his
chin. ~Go ahead and sleep, hun, youÕve been under a lot of stress lately.~
I thought, snuggling up to him. He wrapped his arms around me softly.
Òmmhh.. uve you ÔNija..hnn...Ó He mumbled.
ÒLove you too, Trunks.Ó
*~*
Enough with the mush, IÕll move right along. The
honeymoon was a week and a half long, during which the weather encouraged
Trunks and me to stay inside. Fine by us. We spent the time, safe from
Vegeta, as any young couple would. We even tried viewing the video Goten
had so nicely given us....it was like a train wreck. You didnÕt want to
watch the gruesomeness of it all, but you couldnÕt turn away....Draw your
own conclusions, IÕll just say we had fun....a lot of it....
Upon returning to our own home, we found the wedding
gifts piled on the counters. Never leave a Son to organize anything.....
Well, at least they got them to the house.
ÒWell, I had fun.Ó I commented,wrapping my arms
around Trunks. ÒI didnÕt know it was actually possible to do most of that...Ó
Trunks blushed, ÒAnd they made a video and gave
instructions....itÕs like sex-ed with porn.Ó
ÒOh cÕmon,Ó I slapped him softly on the arm, Òwe
didnÕt spend our honeymoon watching porn. We were merely watching a video
from a friend.Ó I smirked.
ÒGoten is disturbed.Ó
ÒWhy thank you, Trunks. I knew it, my best friend
gets hitched and already heÕs calling me disturbed....Ó Goten said, walking
through the front door. ÒI take it the present were not wasted?Ó
ÒYou take it right, Goten...Ó I winked at him.
ÒGlad my gift of love and thoughtfulness was put
to good use!Ó Goten smiled the way only a Son can. ÒAnd speaking of the
video...do you think I could borrow it?Ó
ÒWhat? Why?Ó Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow.
ÒWell, ya see, I did have my own copy....strickly
for previewing the gift...but it kinda got melted in the back seat of my
car...Ó Goten stumbled for a reason.
Trunks just continued to raise his eyebrow, smirking
a bit.
I sighed, ÒYa know...I really donÕt want to know
why you want it...or how you could let your movie melt...Hang on a second,
Goten, IÕll get it.Ó I walked over to our bags, searching for the video.
ÒSheÕs easy.Ó Trunks sighed.
ÒAnd thatÕs why I love her.Ó Goten grinned.
~Hm, I canÕt find the damned case. Ah well, itÕs
basically yet another picture I donÕt need to revisit.~ I grabbed the unlabeled
video and walked back over to Goten. ÒHere ya go...um...I want to tell
you to enjoy but I donÕt think I have to.Ó I winked at Goten.
Goten blushed a faint pink, ÒYes, well, thank you...Do
you need help with the presents or anything?Ó
ÒNo, weÕre fine...WeÕve got way too many toasters,
but weÕre fine.Ó Trunks said, looking at the many different brands of toasters
and other electrical appliances they just couldnÕt live without. ÒHey,
do you want a coffee machine or something? I think we have a couple.Ó
ÒThanks, but I have one...itÕs one of those essentials
ya know?Ó
ÒI supposed weÕre well off, coffee wise.Ó I commented,
taking in all the gifts as Trunks had done. ~Do people just figure that
we donÕt have these things? Maybe itÕs another tradition...~ I thought.
ÒWell...I guess IÕm off. Got to uh...make sure
this work and all, ya know...Ó
ÒYeahÓ Trunks said.
ÒOkay...Ó I gave Goten a weird look, but heÕs received
many from me before.
ÒUh...yeah...talk to you two lovebirds later then.
Bye!Ó He walked out the door and got into his car.
ÒHe can drive?Ó I asked, astonished.
ÒYeah...but only technically.Ó Trunks said.
*~*
Goten sat down in fromt of the tv. Thank Kami Sarah
wasnÕt home or the SaopNet Channel would be the only thing on for the next
two hours. He popped the video in and grabbed the remote. His remote had
the button names wron off...he used it a bit too much...
ÒOkay...play...Ó Goten mumbled, pressing the corresponding
button.
On the screen nothing happened, just a buch of
the snowy static. Then the screen went to black.
ÒWhat the...? I thought they said this video worked...Ó
Goten was just about to hit stop when he heard static in the background.
He then heard voices.
ÒAre you sure itÕs on?Ó
ÒYeahÓ
ÒThis is weird...Ó
ÒI know, but hey, ya gotta do something like this
at least once...Ó
ÒI suppose...Ó
ÒAha! There, itÕs recording now. CÕmon.Ó
And the video became clear. There was a shot of
a carpet, then a bedpost. Then the shot steadied as Goten assumed the camera
was put on a tripod.
ÒI donÕt remember this in the vidoe...Maybe theirs
was different.Ó Goten said.
Then the picture went to fuzzy again, leaving only
soft audio to be heard. Goten turned the volume up trying to hear what
was going on. He could barely make out muffled words. Begining to get fed
up, Goten got off the couch and venturned into the kitchen to get some
snacks, but he left the darned video playing, volume full blast.
ÒHm...beef or pastrami?...The eternal question
of life....Ó Goten mumbled...his head in the fride.
Sunddenly the sound came blasting from the living
room.
ÒOh my God...that one....thatÕs it...Ó
ÒYou like it?....That wasnÕt even in the book...Ó
GotenÕs eyes grew very large. ÒOh my- ThatÕs-Ó
The sudden realization of who was in the video struck him. ÒTrunks...?Ó
Goten questioned tenitively.
He quickly walked back over to the tv...and was
nauseated by what he saw. ÒTrunks....Anija....hotel....Ó he twitched. It
was like the train wreck situation before. He really didnÕt want to see
it, but his poor eyes were stuck.
Then something green flashed in front of the camera
andstayed there, hanging from the lens. Thank God. Some giggles could be
heard. Goten got light-headed just before slumping on the couch and passing
out, leaving the video playing.
*~*
ÒDo I want to know why Goten wanted the video?Ó
I asked Trunks as we unpacked our bags.
ÒDo you really have to ask?Ó He smirked.
ÒNo, not really.Ó I laughed. I reached down and
pulled out a small green piece of clothe. Oh wait, it was my lovely gift
from Sarah. ÒDoesnÕt this look like more fabric than it is?Ó I asked Trunks,
holding up the garment.
ÒActually...itÕs looks about the same...but always
better off...Ó He grinned.
I smacked him on the arm, ÒHentai... and they swore
Master Roshi never got a chance to talk to you...Ó
ÒHeh....Oh hey, we need to put our little ÔvideoÕ
up...I would hate my mom to come across it.Ó
ÒOh yeah! Or worse yet, your dad... But IÕve got
it right here.Ó I reached into my bag and pulled out the tape. I tossed
it to Trunks.
ÒWhew...thatÕs good...Ó He paused, eyes wide, ÒOh...my...God...Ó
ÒWhat? WhatÕs wrong, Trunks?Ó I asked worried.
ÒYou gave Goten a vidoe, right?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó
ÒDid you read the label closly?Ó
ÒYeah I....Oh God....Oh God!....Oh no.....Ó I sat
down hard...letting out an exasperated puff or air.
*~*
"Yeah, I know! I'm glad they're back, I can't wait
to hear about the honey moon. Anija said she'd tell me all about it." Sarah
grinned, turning the key in the door to the house goten and she shared.
"C'mon in, Bulma, I'll make some tea."
"Oh, okay, that'd be great." Bulma answered, following
Sarah into the house.
"Thanks for shopping with me, it's always more
fun to go shopping with a person who's more of a power shopper." Sarah
commented, putting water on the stove.
Bulma laughed, "Yeah, shopping's pretty fun."
"Oh, excuse m,e Bulma." Sarah headed across the
kitchen, "Goten? Goten are you home?" Sarah called walking from the kitchen
into the living room. Then she saw him. Slumped against the couch, eyes
closed, and not in a normal sleeping position. "Oh my... Bulma!"
Bulma rushed in at Sarah's call, "What is it?"
she asked, worry lacing her voice. Sarah pointed. Moving swiftly over to
Goten, Bulma pressed two fingers against his throat, feeling a strong pulse.
She sighed, "He's fine."
"Whew, he had me worried for a moment." Sarah said,
hand on her chest in relief.
Then they heard it, the giggling coming from the
t.v. Sarah looked to Bulma who shrugged. Sitting down on the couch, Bulma
reached the volue button and turned it up. The screen was still green.
Then the green was peele away from the screen, by someone's mouth. Trunks'
mouth. Bulma's innocent, little Trunks' mouth.
On the screen Trunks turned to face the other body
on the bed, sufficintly covinering any part of the afformentioned bare
body.
"C'mere you," Trunks' voice filled the room.
"Oh no, you have to come here." Now Anija's voice.
"Oh my..." Sarah said,her voice barely audible.
"Trunks? Anija?" Bulma asked, staring at the screen.
The two women continued to stare blanky at the screen until Bulma shook
her head. "Whoa....uh..." She quickly got up and turned the VCR off. "What
was that?"
"I'm guessing that was the honeymoon..." Sarah
said, getting up and clearing her head.
"Yeah, obviously."
"But why did Goten have it?" Sarah asked, looking
down at the Goku look-a-like.
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Will Trunks and Anija get the video back? Will
Goten be disturbed for the rest of his life? And what about the rest of
the gang...? And what is with my story? Do I have a plot? Will I ever end
this strem of questions?...hm....
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Well, that's it for chapter 23....It probably won't
be a year until the next chapter (One can only hope). Sorry about
the other chapters not having the titles...they were lost in the transfer
from the old catalog system to the new one. I hoped you enjoyed reading
this more than I enjoyed writing it...Ja ne!