Disclaimer and Summary: Same as Chapter I.
Bra sat down on the couch and let out a sigh. Why did her mother page her anyway? All she need was five more minutes with MT...five sweet minutes. She rested her head on the back of the couch and sighed. Now what was she going to do tonight?
DING! DONG!
She lifted her head and looked at the door. Who on earth could it be?
"Bra, get the door," he mother yelled at her from the kitchen.
Trunks smirked at the thought of Bra. Ahh, if only she hadn't gone away like that, I could have had her screaming my name, though it would have been a new experience for him, he thought to himself. He reach up and ran a hand through his long hair, before tying it up again, letting the extra hair fall out, to frame his face.
"Here we go..." He muttered to himself and pressed the doorbell.
As the door opened he put on a big smile, waiting to see his 'mom' again. Instead he was greeted but another, but far more attractive face, at least in his opinion. "....Bra?" He asked incredulous.
Bra smiled sexily and said, "My, my, my... MT... what brings you here?"
"Well, you see... I ... ah..." Trunks said, totally off guard at this new development.
Bra purred gently and was about to pull him to her when her mother's voice called out. "Trunks! Trunks you're finally here!" She pulled him into a giant hug and motioned to Bra. I see you have already seen your sister.
"....sister?" was all Trunks could squeak out.
"Trunks..." Bra muttered in a low, broken voice. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to jar herself from her state of shock. This was not what she had in mind. How could this had happened? He was not her brother. The real Trunks was stuck in Capsule Corp. HQ wasting his life away in his boring as hell office. This beautiful creature could not be her brother.
"Ahhh, so how have you been son," Bulma said cheerfully, pulling her 'future' son into the house. Both Demi-Saiyans shrugged their shoulders as they found their way onto the couch, Bulma sitting in between them.
"So, mom...you said this was Trunks," Bra finally commented. How could this be. He certainly did look like him, yet he didn't. The Trunks she knew was attractive, yes...but not this damn sexy. I mean, he was nothing short of perfection.
"Yes, dear. Remember that fight with Cell that happened before you were born? Well, Mirai Trunks here helped in that fight...he's from an alternate future," Bulma greeted. She was so happy to finally see her son again.
"Ah...so that's where you got 'MT' from," Bra commented, more to herself than anyone.
Trunks stuttered a reply, and asked if he could get a drink of water. Bulma looked at him curiously. "Alright. But we did a little remolding after you left, so Bra, could you show him to the kitchen, I'll go and get you're father from the stupid machine he's always in."
"Sure mom." Bra said, her internal gears working. Wait. He's from a totally different dimension. That means that he can't really be *my* brother. So, I'll just see how long it takes for me to make 'Twunksy Wunksy' mine. She smirked to herself.
Trunks sighed, and followed her. He didn't even notice as she put the little switch in her walk, so deep he was in his own thoughts.
Bra grinned to herself. "Here, it is. Get what you want." she purred at him.
"Thanks." he said, and reached over her for a glass. He was totally surprised when she backed her ass up and grinded it slowly across his crotch. "Wha-?" was all he could say before her mouth claimed his.
He pushed her away, shocked, glass still in hand. He touched his lips lightly as she smirked at him. "Bra... we can't do this."
"Oh yes, we can." She purred at him.
"No, I won't do it." He said.
"Well, brother... I'm going to try my hardest to be with you... how ever long you stay, it's gonna be sexual hell." She said, and then walked back, swinging her hips.
Trunks raised an eyebrow... the challenge was issued... would he be able to resist?
Before she could continue her torment, Vegeta came through the back door growling, with Bulma pushing behind him. He threw his towel over his shoulder and mumbled curses under his breath. Damn this woman for always interrupting his training sessions. And for what?
"Brat," Vegeta acknowledged to his future son. He had never grown close to him, even though he almost have his life to avenge his death. It just wasn't in him to outwardly show his emotions. If anyone disapproved...tough.
Trunks smiled at his father, leaning on the counter. He truly him and wanted to be close to him. No matter how many stories his mother told him about his indifference, he wasn't prepared for the emotional wall Vegeta put up.
"I'm going back to train, Woman," Vegeta said to his wife, walking back out. Before he left, he glanced at Mirai Trunks. "Feel free to join me anytime, boy." With that, Vegeta exited the scene, leaving Bulma, MT and Bra alone. Bulma looked at her son, and then a thought popped into her head.
"I know, you need to know where you are sleeping. Bra, go and show your brother one of the guestrooms. I'm about to go back into my lab. You kids be good now...get aquatinted with each other," she said, waving as she disappeared down the stairs to tinker with her toys.
A seductive grin ran across Bra's face. Finally, some quality time with MT. Oh, yeah...they were going to get very aquatinted.
Trunks bit back a gasp at what his mom said. He slowly turned his head to look at Bra. "Uh heh, heh, heh..."
"Follow me." Bra said, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs.
Trunks felt the uncertainty rise within him. He did not want to follow her up the stairs. He wanted to be alone and thing about what he had just learned. That his sexy minx that nearly put him over the edge at the bar was his sister...his sister in a different timeline. They had the same mother and father and yet...they didn't.
There were so many thoughts running through his head...and so little time to figure them out. Bra stopped in front of a door not too far from the stairwell. She let go of his hand smiled.
"Here it is," she said, posing like Vanna White showing off a car. MT smiled and placed his hand on the knob. He opened the door and looking inside. It was a simple room. It contained a king-sized bed, a wardrobe a nightstand...all the essential pieces for a room. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. The mattress was of the old-fashioned goosedown type, and he was nearly swallowed by it. Bra giggled as he struggled to free himself from the feathery mess. She trotted over to the bed and offered her hand, helping him off of it. Reaching out, he pulled himself up, yanking Bra against him by mistake. She crashed against his hard body, making a noise escape from her lips.
"I'll tell mother to get you a regular bed," she said, looking up into his eyes. Trunks looked down at her and sighed. Right now she was being so sweet, as if she genuinely cared about his comfort.
"That would be great," he said, leasing her from his grip. Slowly, she stepped back, but kept her eyes on him. She walked to the other side of the bed and pointed to a pair of chairs.
"Come, sit," she said.
Trunks sat down near his sister, and smiled at her.
"Tell me about you're past," she prompted.
"Well, you see..." Trunks began, telling her about his childhood, growing up without a father. Running from the Androids, the battle he was in when Gohan lost his arm. The way he had gotten his sword, which was in a capsule in his pocket. The horrible moment when he found Gohan, face down in the mud, dead... the extreme rage, the feeling of going SSJ for the first time. The way he mercilessly hunted the Androids down after that, feeling that his power was enough to take them, and how sorely he was mistaken. How they played with him from that moment on... how Android 18 would tease him as he was laying there, beaten and bloody. and then the way he came back, warning the others, participating in the battle against Cell. He also told her what dying was like and how he was pulled back as he was about to be judged.
"Wow..." was all Bra could say.
"Yeah, and it's only been three years since my last visit." Trunks said.
"What? I never saw you before." Bra sputtered. "How old are you?"
"To answer your first statement, I came a head to make sure everything was still fine. And to answer you question I will be 22 in two months."
"Your only two years younger then me!" She said. Wait, hold the phone... that means... no, that's impossible. She thought quickly to herself. "Are you a virgin?"
Trunks' reply was to blush from the top of his neck to the roots of his hair.
"Oh my Dende! As hot as you are, you haven't landed a girl yet?!" She shrieked.
"Well, killing the androids and saving the earth puts a big dent in your day." Trunks explained.
Bra moved closer, putting a hand on his upper thigh and leaned over so he could see her cleavage. She felt him freeze up as she whispered into his ear "I'd say so..." then licked the shell of his ear and smirked.
Trunks gulped and then sensed a strange Ki... His father was in the gravity room, Bulma was in the lab, it had to have been his counter part from this timeline. "Your Brother!" He squeaked.
"Yeah, I know... always leave it to him to ruin something..." Bra patted his groin and backed off, just as Chibi walked in.
"Hey, my mom told me you were here. How's it going," Chibi Trunks asked while extending his hand out to his future counterpart. MT shook his hand and forced a smile. Bra sure knew how to sexually frustrate him. Where did she learned to be so...sexy?
"Oh, it's going alright," he said cheerfully. "I was just telling Bra here about the Cell Games and stuff."
CT smiled and folded his arms. He was just a baby when the Cell Games went on. He had heard many stories about MT's bravery. He then looked at his sister and smiled.
"Hey, give me a hug," he said, opening his arms. Bra stood up and placed her arms around her brother. He felt nothing like MT...his embrace was so strong.
MT sat there and watched the siblings. His thoughts were becoming clearer. He was not Bra's sister. This Trunks, born in her timeline, was her brother. She doesn't even exist in his own timeline. He was not the same as Chibi. He was different. He had to be.
CT and Bra ended their embrace and looked at MT, he smiled, walking toward CT. While doing so, he slid his hand across Bra's rear. She jump at the sensation and flashed a glance at MT. Did she just feel what she thought she did?
Bra gazed at Mirai and Chibi. They talked for a while and then Chibi's cell rang. "Yes? Alright. I'll be right over." He snapped it shut and smiled. "Sorry, the office calls me."
"Go on Brother. Trunks was in the middle of the story when you came in." Bra said.
"Alright. See you later." Chibi said and straightened his blood red tie, and buttoned his black suit jacket. He hated these things with a passion. He then exited, walking quickly away.
"MT, was that your hand I felt on my ass?" Bra asked, wagging a finger at him.
"Actually, it was…" Trunks said and pulled her into his arms, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"So, you changed your mind?" Bra asked, her breath quickening.
"Yeah, I guess I did." He said, his voice throaty.
"Good." She smiled up at him as he bent his head forward.
'Stop!!' his mental voice commanded. He halted, his forehead touching hers. What do you want, he mentally snarled, getting pissed. 'You mustn't do this. She is your sister.'
Bra looked up at him, seeing the mental battle and brushed her lips over his, very gently. "C'mon…" She purred softly to him.
"I- I- I don't think I can." He said.
Bra moved her hands down against his butt and pulled his hips to hers, sighing as his hardness pressed against her.
Trunks hissed in pleasure… Oh Dende… this is so right. He thought to himself. 'No, its wrong!'
Bra smiled and maneuvered him to a wall and pressed him to it, holding her body against his, pinning him there. She leaned back and unbuckled his pants, reaching down and unzipped them, reaching in… and he grabbed her wrist, out of his pants.
"I'm sorry… but I can't." He said.
"Alright." She smiled sexily and zips his pants up, cupping his length at the same time, feeling him. "Oh, you're big…"
Trunks blushed deep red and smiled shyly.
"See you later, handsome." Bra purred and exited.
"Oh Dende…" He moaned and flopped onto his bed, a ache in between his legs.
End Part 2.
R & R
Bra sat down on the couch and let out a sigh. Why did her mother page her anyway? All she need was five more minutes with MT...five sweet minutes. She rested her head on the back of the couch and sighed. Now what was she going to do tonight?
DING! DONG!
She lifted her head and looked at the door. Who on earth could it be?
"Bra, get the door," he mother yelled at her from the kitchen.
Trunks smirked at the thought of Bra. Ahh, if only she hadn't gone away like that, I could have had her screaming my name, though it would have been a new experience for him, he thought to himself. He reach up and ran a hand through his long hair, before tying it up again, letting the extra hair fall out, to frame his face.
"Here we go..." He muttered to himself and pressed the doorbell.
As the door opened he put on a big smile, waiting to see his 'mom' again. Instead he was greeted but another, but far more attractive face, at least in his opinion. "....Bra?" He asked incredulous.
Bra smiled sexily and said, "My, my, my... MT... what brings you here?"
"Well, you see... I ... ah..." Trunks said, totally off guard at this new development.
Bra purred gently and was about to pull him to her when her mother's voice called out. "Trunks! Trunks you're finally here!" She pulled him into a giant hug and motioned to Bra. I see you have already seen your sister.
"....sister?" was all Trunks could squeak out.
"Trunks..." Bra muttered in a low, broken voice. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to jar herself from her state of shock. This was not what she had in mind. How could this had happened? He was not her brother. The real Trunks was stuck in Capsule Corp. HQ wasting his life away in his boring as hell office. This beautiful creature could not be her brother.
"Ahhh, so how have you been son," Bulma said cheerfully, pulling her 'future' son into the house. Both Demi-Saiyans shrugged their shoulders as they found their way onto the couch, Bulma sitting in between them.
"So, mom...you said this was Trunks," Bra finally commented. How could this be. He certainly did look like him, yet he didn't. The Trunks she knew was attractive, yes...but not this damn sexy. I mean, he was nothing short of perfection.
"Yes, dear. Remember that fight with Cell that happened before you were born? Well, Mirai Trunks here helped in that fight...he's from an alternate future," Bulma greeted. She was so happy to finally see her son again.
"Ah...so that's where you got 'MT' from," Bra commented, more to herself than anyone.
Trunks stuttered a reply, and asked if he could get a drink of water. Bulma looked at him curiously. "Alright. But we did a little remolding after you left, so Bra, could you show him to the kitchen, I'll go and get you're father from the stupid machine he's always in."
"Sure mom." Bra said, her internal gears working. Wait. He's from a totally different dimension. That means that he can't really be *my* brother. So, I'll just see how long it takes for me to make 'Twunksy Wunksy' mine. She smirked to herself.
Trunks sighed, and followed her. He didn't even notice as she put the little switch in her walk, so deep he was in his own thoughts.
Bra grinned to herself. "Here, it is. Get what you want." she purred at him.
"Thanks." he said, and reached over her for a glass. He was totally surprised when she backed her ass up and grinded it slowly across his crotch. "Wha-?" was all he could say before her mouth claimed his.
He pushed her away, shocked, glass still in hand. He touched his lips lightly as she smirked at him. "Bra... we can't do this."
"Oh yes, we can." She purred at him.
"No, I won't do it." He said.
"Well, brother... I'm going to try my hardest to be with you... how ever long you stay, it's gonna be sexual hell." She said, and then walked back, swinging her hips.
Trunks raised an eyebrow... the challenge was issued... would he be able to resist?
Before she could continue her torment, Vegeta came through the back door growling, with Bulma pushing behind him. He threw his towel over his shoulder and mumbled curses under his breath. Damn this woman for always interrupting his training sessions. And for what?
"Brat," Vegeta acknowledged to his future son. He had never grown close to him, even though he almost have his life to avenge his death. It just wasn't in him to outwardly show his emotions. If anyone disapproved...tough.
Trunks smiled at his father, leaning on the counter. He truly him and wanted to be close to him. No matter how many stories his mother told him about his indifference, he wasn't prepared for the emotional wall Vegeta put up.
"I'm going back to train, Woman," Vegeta said to his wife, walking back out. Before he left, he glanced at Mirai Trunks. "Feel free to join me anytime, boy." With that, Vegeta exited the scene, leaving Bulma, MT and Bra alone. Bulma looked at her son, and then a thought popped into her head.
"I know, you need to know where you are sleeping. Bra, go and show your brother one of the guestrooms. I'm about to go back into my lab. You kids be good now...get aquatinted with each other," she said, waving as she disappeared down the stairs to tinker with her toys.
A seductive grin ran across Bra's face. Finally, some quality time with MT. Oh, yeah...they were going to get very aquatinted.
Trunks bit back a gasp at what his mom said. He slowly turned his head to look at Bra. "Uh heh, heh, heh..."
"Follow me." Bra said, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs.
Trunks felt the uncertainty rise within him. He did not want to follow her up the stairs. He wanted to be alone and thing about what he had just learned. That his sexy minx that nearly put him over the edge at the bar was his sister...his sister in a different timeline. They had the same mother and father and yet...they didn't.
There were so many thoughts running through his head...and so little time to figure them out. Bra stopped in front of a door not too far from the stairwell. She let go of his hand smiled.
"Here it is," she said, posing like Vanna White showing off a car. MT smiled and placed his hand on the knob. He opened the door and looking inside. It was a simple room. It contained a king-sized bed, a wardrobe a nightstand...all the essential pieces for a room. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. The mattress was of the old-fashioned goosedown type, and he was nearly swallowed by it. Bra giggled as he struggled to free himself from the feathery mess. She trotted over to the bed and offered her hand, helping him off of it. Reaching out, he pulled himself up, yanking Bra against him by mistake. She crashed against his hard body, making a noise escape from her lips.
"I'll tell mother to get you a regular bed," she said, looking up into his eyes. Trunks looked down at her and sighed. Right now she was being so sweet, as if she genuinely cared about his comfort.
"That would be great," he said, leasing her from his grip. Slowly, she stepped back, but kept her eyes on him. She walked to the other side of the bed and pointed to a pair of chairs.
"Come, sit," she said.
Trunks sat down near his sister, and smiled at her.
"Tell me about you're past," she prompted.
"Well, you see..." Trunks began, telling her about his childhood, growing up without a father. Running from the Androids, the battle he was in when Gohan lost his arm. The way he had gotten his sword, which was in a capsule in his pocket. The horrible moment when he found Gohan, face down in the mud, dead... the extreme rage, the feeling of going SSJ for the first time. The way he mercilessly hunted the Androids down after that, feeling that his power was enough to take them, and how sorely he was mistaken. How they played with him from that moment on... how Android 18 would tease him as he was laying there, beaten and bloody. and then the way he came back, warning the others, participating in the battle against Cell. He also told her what dying was like and how he was pulled back as he was about to be judged.
"Wow..." was all Bra could say.
"Yeah, and it's only been three years since my last visit." Trunks said.
"What? I never saw you before." Bra sputtered. "How old are you?"
"To answer your first statement, I came a head to make sure everything was still fine. And to answer you question I will be 22 in two months."
"Your only two years younger then me!" She said. Wait, hold the phone... that means... no, that's impossible. She thought quickly to herself. "Are you a virgin?"
Trunks' reply was to blush from the top of his neck to the roots of his hair.
"Oh my Dende! As hot as you are, you haven't landed a girl yet?!" She shrieked.
"Well, killing the androids and saving the earth puts a big dent in your day." Trunks explained.
Bra moved closer, putting a hand on his upper thigh and leaned over so he could see her cleavage. She felt him freeze up as she whispered into his ear "I'd say so..." then licked the shell of his ear and smirked.
Trunks gulped and then sensed a strange Ki... His father was in the gravity room, Bulma was in the lab, it had to have been his counter part from this timeline. "Your Brother!" He squeaked.
"Yeah, I know... always leave it to him to ruin something..." Bra patted his groin and backed off, just as Chibi walked in.
"Hey, my mom told me you were here. How's it going," Chibi Trunks asked while extending his hand out to his future counterpart. MT shook his hand and forced a smile. Bra sure knew how to sexually frustrate him. Where did she learned to be so...sexy?
"Oh, it's going alright," he said cheerfully. "I was just telling Bra here about the Cell Games and stuff."
CT smiled and folded his arms. He was just a baby when the Cell Games went on. He had heard many stories about MT's bravery. He then looked at his sister and smiled.
"Hey, give me a hug," he said, opening his arms. Bra stood up and placed her arms around her brother. He felt nothing like MT...his embrace was so strong.
MT sat there and watched the siblings. His thoughts were becoming clearer. He was not Bra's sister. This Trunks, born in her timeline, was her brother. She doesn't even exist in his own timeline. He was not the same as Chibi. He was different. He had to be.
CT and Bra ended their embrace and looked at MT, he smiled, walking toward CT. While doing so, he slid his hand across Bra's rear. She jump at the sensation and flashed a glance at MT. Did she just feel what she thought she did?
Bra gazed at Mirai and Chibi. They talked for a while and then Chibi's cell rang. "Yes? Alright. I'll be right over." He snapped it shut and smiled. "Sorry, the office calls me."
"Go on Brother. Trunks was in the middle of the story when you came in." Bra said.
"Alright. See you later." Chibi said and straightened his blood red tie, and buttoned his black suit jacket. He hated these things with a passion. He then exited, walking quickly away.
"MT, was that your hand I felt on my ass?" Bra asked, wagging a finger at him.
"Actually, it was…" Trunks said and pulled her into his arms, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"So, you changed your mind?" Bra asked, her breath quickening.
"Yeah, I guess I did." He said, his voice throaty.
"Good." She smiled up at him as he bent his head forward.
'Stop!!' his mental voice commanded. He halted, his forehead touching hers. What do you want, he mentally snarled, getting pissed. 'You mustn't do this. She is your sister.'
Bra looked up at him, seeing the mental battle and brushed her lips over his, very gently. "C'mon…" She purred softly to him.
"I- I- I don't think I can." He said.
Bra moved her hands down against his butt and pulled his hips to hers, sighing as his hardness pressed against her.
Trunks hissed in pleasure… Oh Dende… this is so right. He thought to himself. 'No, its wrong!'
Bra smiled and maneuvered him to a wall and pressed him to it, holding her body against his, pinning him there. She leaned back and unbuckled his pants, reaching down and unzipped them, reaching in… and he grabbed her wrist, out of his pants.
"I'm sorry… but I can't." He said.
"Alright." She smiled sexily and zips his pants up, cupping his length at the same time, feeling him. "Oh, you're big…"
Trunks blushed deep red and smiled shyly.
"See you later, handsome." Bra purred and exited.
"Oh Dende…" He moaned and flopped onto his bed, a ache in between his legs.
End Part 2.
R & R