Part III
Disclaimer & Summery: Same as last time.
Trunks woke up with a painful hard-on. 'Damnit!!' he cursed. He had three different Erotic dreams about Bra in just last night. He sighed and got up, only to be greeted by Bra as she walked right in. He was standing up, the sleep pants he wore, tighter then the baggy pants he usually wore, showed everything. "Shit!! Don't you knock?!" He nearly screamed, jumping back onto his bed and covering himself with a pillow.
"Of course not." She said, as if he should know that.
Trunks sighed irritably, and noticed what she was wearing... a tight white tank top with matching bikini style panties. He clamped his eyes shut, and starting thinking about ways to make his power level higher. He suddenly felt the pillow being removed and small, lithe body relaxing against him.
"Ahh..." She said, as she rested her head on his shoulder, and turned her head, making her lips touch his jawline. She smiled, and shifted her weight so that his hardness pressed against the small of her back.
Trunks hissed in pleasure. "Damn you..." He muttered slowly, each word sounding pained.
"Thank you." She said softly and ran her tongue over his jawline.
Trunks groaned and closed his eyes, instinctively pulling her by her hips onto his erection. A gasp escaped from her lips as she felt his entire length against her rear, the only thing between them a thin layer of cotton. She rotated her hips, making his member slip in-between her cheeks and painfully close to her opening. Bra could not take much more. She slid a hand behind him and began to tug at his boxers. He felt the elastic slide down his body and fingertips followed. He shuddered, cursing Bra. She certainly knew how to almost drive him over the edge.
Almost.
In one motion, he lifted her up by her hips about a inch off the bed and moved her away from him. Quickly, he placed a pillow over his loins before she could roll back onto him. MT breathed harshly, bringing a hand to his forehead. He had to find a way to distance themselves.
"You enjoy doing this to me, don't you," he asked, turning to her. She rolled over and smiled at him, her pale green hair falling in glistening spindrils around her beautiful face.
His eyes were but slits, as he narrowed them at her. She smiled sexily and ran one finger down the front of her tank top, over her erect nipple. She sighed softly watching his expression slowly change. The dark spots on her tank top poked into the fabric, and pushed forward.
"Bra... stop." He said, wincing as his voice cracked.
She smirked at him and made a grab for his member under the pillow. He of course, stopped her. She then got up on her knees, crawled over to him as he was leaning against the headboard and laid ontop of him, their noses touching. "Trunks... I'm going to kiss you now."
"Bra..." he began, but was silenced by a slow, languid kiss. Her tongue slowly entered his mouth and swept against his own oral member. Before he had a chance to think about it he began to respond, but then stopped, pulling his head back, and bridge of saliva between them.
She licked her lips and smirked. "Yummy." And then she got up and walked out of the room, swinging her hips.
Trunks looked after her wide eyed, and snarled. "Shit!"
Bra poked her head back in the room momentarily. "Oh, and make sure you come down to the gravity room and train before Father claims it," she said, winking at him, then leaving again.
Trunks let out an exasperated sigh and fell back on his pillows. This was not going to get any easier.
Walking through the grass, still damp with morning dew, Trunks straightened out the rest of his training gear. He wore a tight blue muscle shirt and white biker shorts that glorified his well toned, firm legs. After fixing his thick training gloves, he started to punch in the codes for the machine, but the female he saw throughout the little window caught his eye.
Bra was hanging by her knee upside-down, doing military style sit-up. He could see her firm stomach flex, and her loose tank top rode down to her sports Bra. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair limp from the moisture. She still looked sexy as hell...
After punching in the numbers, the door slid open and Bra stopped counting, looking at him enter from an odd prospective. She extended her arms and swung her legs over the bar, doing a sort of a flip, landing near him.
"Finally decided to join me," she teased as she wiped the sweat from her brow, the placing her hands on her hips. Her chest heaving up and down, her top clinging desperately to her due to all the sweat. Trunks shrugged and moved to the center of the chamber. She was not going to seduce him this time. Looking at the controls, he noticed what setting she had it on. He nodded his head in
pleasured surprise. She was quite strong.
"Three hundred units, not bad," he commented, tinkering with the buttons, "But, how will you do with five hundred units?" He looked over to Bra, her eyes widening.
"I dunno," she said, almost speechless, "I've never trained under that much before." Suddenly, she felt her limbs getting heavy. It was increasingly harder to move. She cut her eyes to him and growled.
"Well, no time like the present," he commented as he sped to her at top speed. She was barely able to block in time as he rammed into her. He smirked. She would never be able to keep up with him. It was time for a little revenge.
Looking into her eyes, he moved to sweep her feet from under her. She tried to jump up, but her new weight made it nearly impossible. Trunks caught her on the upswing, gently grazing his hand over her breast. She gasped, but had no time to recover because before she knew it, he phased behind her, holding her in a compromising position. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He slid his hand down her shirt and cupped her breast. Bra moaned and tilted her head back, biting her bottom lip. He smiled...
"So, you enjoy torturing me," he whispered in her ear, sliding his hand down further, over her stomach, playing with her elastic band. She pressed her hips back onto his now erect member, put evoked no reaction. "Well, it's my turn."
He then slid his hand down her shorts and rubbed her womanhood. She whimpered as he grazed over her mound, so close to her opening. She began to buck under him, becoming heated beyond measure.
"Be still," he said, kissing behind her ear softly, making her moan. He then lifted her up a bit placing two fingers right at her moist tunnel, begging for him. She dug her nails into his sides. What had come over him?
Without warning, he plunged his fingers into her and nearly gasped at the sensation. She was so warm, so wet. Bra bucked her hips more, wanted him to move his fingers so badly.
"Please," she whispered throughout her moans. "Please stop."
Trunks raised his brow. She wanted him to stop? This was too much! He quickly withdrew his fingers from her and gave her a slight push, making her fall to her knees. He knelt down, wiping her juices from his hand.
"Be careful what you do to me...I might just to it to you," he whispered just as Vegeta opened the gravity room door.
"Brat, Princess." Vegeta greeted, nodding curtly at Trunks, then walking over to Bra and pulled her into an embrace.
"Hi Daddy." She said, giggling lightly.
"Hello Father." Trunks had responded.
"So, Spawn, I see you are up to my training level." Vegeta said, motioning to the five hundred units on the digital display.
"Yes, but I should be able to do more... this is the max my machine goes up to. We are still strapped for parts in the future." Trunks explained.
"Good." Vegeta said. "Now boy, ready to fight me?"
"Always." Trunks said, going SSJ, the hair tie he was wearing burning off and making his hair stiffen and straighten up.
Vegeta smirked, and went SSJ2. "Come on, brat. You can do better then that!"
Trunks screamed and went to SSJ2 also. He then charged his father.
Bra gasped at the raw power of Mirai. She saw as he Father and him met in the middle of the chamber, clashing. Then there was a furry of punches and kicks that she could barely follow. Vegeta dodged or blocked every one, smirking the whole time.
'My son is very strong.' Vegeta thought, feeling proud of him.
A roundhouse kick sent Mirai flying into the side of the chamber, making a large dent. He bounced off it and charged back at his dad, holding his fist back. At the last second he dove and sweep kicked him, actually catching him off guard. As Vegeta began to steady himself Trunk gave him an uppercut to the back, sending him flying. He then phased out, and appeared behind his father, hammer blowing him in the stomach, sending him into the floor, steel tiles cracking.
"Good, but boy, can you match this?!" Vegeta screamed. He let out a scream of rage; his back arching his muscles tensing as his hair grew down and below the small of his back, and his eyebrows burning away. He was in SSJ3 mode.
Trunks smirked, and breathed deeply. He let out an un-earthly battle cry and powered up, sparks of pure energy crackling off his body. His hair grew, longer and longer, his eye brows disappeared and with and crossing of his arms in from of his face, and bringing them down at his sides, a large explosion of energy followed and he was also SSJ3.
Bra smirked, as she had yet to revel her own secret. She too could go to SSJ2, but hadn't reach the third level. Vegeta and Mirai then flew at each other. For another hour and a half there were crashes, explosions and thuds as bodies and Ki blasts went every where.
As the smoke cleared, Vegeta was standing, arms at his sides, bloody and broken. Trunks was the same way. Vegeta then drew himself up. "Good fight, son." Vegeta said, finally excepting him as the true heir of Vegeta-sei. "You truly have royal blood in you."
With that he was gone, and soon after they heard Bulma scream, "You got blood all over the couch!! What do you do, sit on the couch?!"
"SHUT UP, WOMAN!!!" Vegeta bellowed back.
***
End Pt. III
Disclaimer & Summery: Same as last time.
Trunks woke up with a painful hard-on. 'Damnit!!' he cursed. He had three different Erotic dreams about Bra in just last night. He sighed and got up, only to be greeted by Bra as she walked right in. He was standing up, the sleep pants he wore, tighter then the baggy pants he usually wore, showed everything. "Shit!! Don't you knock?!" He nearly screamed, jumping back onto his bed and covering himself with a pillow.
"Of course not." She said, as if he should know that.
Trunks sighed irritably, and noticed what she was wearing... a tight white tank top with matching bikini style panties. He clamped his eyes shut, and starting thinking about ways to make his power level higher. He suddenly felt the pillow being removed and small, lithe body relaxing against him.
"Ahh..." She said, as she rested her head on his shoulder, and turned her head, making her lips touch his jawline. She smiled, and shifted her weight so that his hardness pressed against the small of her back.
Trunks hissed in pleasure. "Damn you..." He muttered slowly, each word sounding pained.
"Thank you." She said softly and ran her tongue over his jawline.
Trunks groaned and closed his eyes, instinctively pulling her by her hips onto his erection. A gasp escaped from her lips as she felt his entire length against her rear, the only thing between them a thin layer of cotton. She rotated her hips, making his member slip in-between her cheeks and painfully close to her opening. Bra could not take much more. She slid a hand behind him and began to tug at his boxers. He felt the elastic slide down his body and fingertips followed. He shuddered, cursing Bra. She certainly knew how to almost drive him over the edge.
Almost.
In one motion, he lifted her up by her hips about a inch off the bed and moved her away from him. Quickly, he placed a pillow over his loins before she could roll back onto him. MT breathed harshly, bringing a hand to his forehead. He had to find a way to distance themselves.
"You enjoy doing this to me, don't you," he asked, turning to her. She rolled over and smiled at him, her pale green hair falling in glistening spindrils around her beautiful face.
His eyes were but slits, as he narrowed them at her. She smiled sexily and ran one finger down the front of her tank top, over her erect nipple. She sighed softly watching his expression slowly change. The dark spots on her tank top poked into the fabric, and pushed forward.
"Bra... stop." He said, wincing as his voice cracked.
She smirked at him and made a grab for his member under the pillow. He of course, stopped her. She then got up on her knees, crawled over to him as he was leaning against the headboard and laid ontop of him, their noses touching. "Trunks... I'm going to kiss you now."
"Bra..." he began, but was silenced by a slow, languid kiss. Her tongue slowly entered his mouth and swept against his own oral member. Before he had a chance to think about it he began to respond, but then stopped, pulling his head back, and bridge of saliva between them.
She licked her lips and smirked. "Yummy." And then she got up and walked out of the room, swinging her hips.
Trunks looked after her wide eyed, and snarled. "Shit!"
Bra poked her head back in the room momentarily. "Oh, and make sure you come down to the gravity room and train before Father claims it," she said, winking at him, then leaving again.
Trunks let out an exasperated sigh and fell back on his pillows. This was not going to get any easier.
Walking through the grass, still damp with morning dew, Trunks straightened out the rest of his training gear. He wore a tight blue muscle shirt and white biker shorts that glorified his well toned, firm legs. After fixing his thick training gloves, he started to punch in the codes for the machine, but the female he saw throughout the little window caught his eye.
Bra was hanging by her knee upside-down, doing military style sit-up. He could see her firm stomach flex, and her loose tank top rode down to her sports Bra. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair limp from the moisture. She still looked sexy as hell...
After punching in the numbers, the door slid open and Bra stopped counting, looking at him enter from an odd prospective. She extended her arms and swung her legs over the bar, doing a sort of a flip, landing near him.
"Finally decided to join me," she teased as she wiped the sweat from her brow, the placing her hands on her hips. Her chest heaving up and down, her top clinging desperately to her due to all the sweat. Trunks shrugged and moved to the center of the chamber. She was not going to seduce him this time. Looking at the controls, he noticed what setting she had it on. He nodded his head in
pleasured surprise. She was quite strong.
"Three hundred units, not bad," he commented, tinkering with the buttons, "But, how will you do with five hundred units?" He looked over to Bra, her eyes widening.
"I dunno," she said, almost speechless, "I've never trained under that much before." Suddenly, she felt her limbs getting heavy. It was increasingly harder to move. She cut her eyes to him and growled.
"Well, no time like the present," he commented as he sped to her at top speed. She was barely able to block in time as he rammed into her. He smirked. She would never be able to keep up with him. It was time for a little revenge.
Looking into her eyes, he moved to sweep her feet from under her. She tried to jump up, but her new weight made it nearly impossible. Trunks caught her on the upswing, gently grazing his hand over her breast. She gasped, but had no time to recover because before she knew it, he phased behind her, holding her in a compromising position. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He slid his hand down her shirt and cupped her breast. Bra moaned and tilted her head back, biting her bottom lip. He smiled...
"So, you enjoy torturing me," he whispered in her ear, sliding his hand down further, over her stomach, playing with her elastic band. She pressed her hips back onto his now erect member, put evoked no reaction. "Well, it's my turn."
He then slid his hand down her shorts and rubbed her womanhood. She whimpered as he grazed over her mound, so close to her opening. She began to buck under him, becoming heated beyond measure.
"Be still," he said, kissing behind her ear softly, making her moan. He then lifted her up a bit placing two fingers right at her moist tunnel, begging for him. She dug her nails into his sides. What had come over him?
Without warning, he plunged his fingers into her and nearly gasped at the sensation. She was so warm, so wet. Bra bucked her hips more, wanted him to move his fingers so badly.
"Please," she whispered throughout her moans. "Please stop."
Trunks raised his brow. She wanted him to stop? This was too much! He quickly withdrew his fingers from her and gave her a slight push, making her fall to her knees. He knelt down, wiping her juices from his hand.
"Be careful what you do to me...I might just to it to you," he whispered just as Vegeta opened the gravity room door.
"Brat, Princess." Vegeta greeted, nodding curtly at Trunks, then walking over to Bra and pulled her into an embrace.
"Hi Daddy." She said, giggling lightly.
"Hello Father." Trunks had responded.
"So, Spawn, I see you are up to my training level." Vegeta said, motioning to the five hundred units on the digital display.
"Yes, but I should be able to do more... this is the max my machine goes up to. We are still strapped for parts in the future." Trunks explained.
"Good." Vegeta said. "Now boy, ready to fight me?"
"Always." Trunks said, going SSJ, the hair tie he was wearing burning off and making his hair stiffen and straighten up.
Vegeta smirked, and went SSJ2. "Come on, brat. You can do better then that!"
Trunks screamed and went to SSJ2 also. He then charged his father.
Bra gasped at the raw power of Mirai. She saw as he Father and him met in the middle of the chamber, clashing. Then there was a furry of punches and kicks that she could barely follow. Vegeta dodged or blocked every one, smirking the whole time.
'My son is very strong.' Vegeta thought, feeling proud of him.
A roundhouse kick sent Mirai flying into the side of the chamber, making a large dent. He bounced off it and charged back at his dad, holding his fist back. At the last second he dove and sweep kicked him, actually catching him off guard. As Vegeta began to steady himself Trunk gave him an uppercut to the back, sending him flying. He then phased out, and appeared behind his father, hammer blowing him in the stomach, sending him into the floor, steel tiles cracking.
"Good, but boy, can you match this?!" Vegeta screamed. He let out a scream of rage; his back arching his muscles tensing as his hair grew down and below the small of his back, and his eyebrows burning away. He was in SSJ3 mode.
Trunks smirked, and breathed deeply. He let out an un-earthly battle cry and powered up, sparks of pure energy crackling off his body. His hair grew, longer and longer, his eye brows disappeared and with and crossing of his arms in from of his face, and bringing them down at his sides, a large explosion of energy followed and he was also SSJ3.
Bra smirked, as she had yet to revel her own secret. She too could go to SSJ2, but hadn't reach the third level. Vegeta and Mirai then flew at each other. For another hour and a half there were crashes, explosions and thuds as bodies and Ki blasts went every where.
As the smoke cleared, Vegeta was standing, arms at his sides, bloody and broken. Trunks was the same way. Vegeta then drew himself up. "Good fight, son." Vegeta said, finally excepting him as the true heir of Vegeta-sei. "You truly have royal blood in you."
With that he was gone, and soon after they heard Bulma scream, "You got blood all over the couch!! What do you do, sit on the couch?!"
"SHUT UP, WOMAN!!!" Vegeta bellowed back.
***
End Pt. III