This is perhaps one of my most riske chapters I've ever written. Some of you have already figure what I'm talking about, but I'm not going to reveal the secret. Just be warned it *is* charged.

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Chapter Five


Pan posted herself in her previous quarters. She was surprised that everything was exactly
how she left it, right down to her long neck vase with a now dead rose in it. She looked
around the room once more, then walked over to her bed. Slowly, she peeled out of her
battle armor. The metal clanked as it fell to the floor in a large heap right by her feet.
Finally rid of the extra weight, she took of her under garments and proceeded to her
bathing room. She noticed this time there was no servant waiting for her. She figured
they thought not being served hand and foot would bother her.


She laughed on the inside.


Anxious to rid herself of the filth that collected on her, she began to draw the water. As
the clear liquid rushed into the white porcelain tub, she became lost in
thought. The days' events played through her mind like a Shakespearean play, vivid,
deadly and complex.


She held Trunks' life in her hands. He was no match for her
superior power. She could still feel him tremble in fear as she tightened her grip around
his neck, grabbing her wrists in a pitiful protest. She could have killed him. Perhaps she
should have, but she would have never learned the truth. The sound of the water
splashing slowly released her from the vise that was her thoughts. Taking in a deep
breath, she stepped into the steaming water and slowly settled in, waiting for the stinging
to cease. As her body adjusted to the scolding temperature, she laid back and let out a
deep sigh, leaving her worries behind her for now.


"Chizu, get in here now!" The female elite dropped her papers and headed for the head
table where Vegeta was sitting. He was looking over the plans from the last battle,
scanning his positions. She was unsure of what he could have possibly wanted, seeing
how they were trying to get this agreement together.


"Are you sure we should try to negotiate again? We had just
begun to gain ground," the King questioned. As if she had been over this a million times
with a third-grader, Chizu pointed the three points on the world map with her pen.
"The points that we won are in the middle of nowhere. Tactically, they are useless. The
Earth troops still have control of three major waterways, our largest mountain range and
our largest forest. They have food, water and cover. We have sand and tumbleweed. You
are a smart man, Sire…you do the math."


She said with a bit if irritation. Vegeta cocked his brow at her last comment. The female
was getting to big for her britches, but he would be lost without her, so the others say. He
turned up his lip and banged his hands against the table in anger.


"Fine. I want to see Trunks and Son Pan immediately so we can get this over with."


Bra rolled her stiff neck and let out an exasperated sigh. She genuinely hated being stuck
in her room all the time, mainly because there was no one to keep her company. With
Trunks and her father gone, there was no one to talk to, no one to spar with. The past few
months have been nothing less than torture, but a picnic compared to how she used to
feel. Her thoughts leaving her, she felt a presence. Her Ki sensing skills were a little rusty
since she didn't have to use them. She looked over to her left a saw a sight she didn't
think she was ever going to see again.


"Napu," she said, almost happily. Napu walked into her quarters, his hands behind him.
He was still in his battle armor, his face still covered in dirt and blood. He clanked as he
walked over to her and smiled. He was so happy to finally see her again.


"Hello, princess," he said as he presented a single daisy to her.
Her eyes brightened as she was handed the delicate flower. She traced the pedals gingerly
with her fingers, examining it with amazement. "I found it on the battlefield today. Such
a fragile bloom surviving in so much adversity made me think of you," Napu said,
kneeling to her side.


She continued to finger the daisy for a few more moments, then
turned her attention to Napu. "Why were you thinking of me, Napu? Don't you hate me?"
He looked at her with shock. He took her hand and kissed it gently. "Why would I hate
you? I could never hate the princess of Vegeta-sei," he said, smiling. Bra shrugged her
shoulders and yawned.


"You've never really paid any attention to me. Well, I didn't pay
much attention to you. I couldn't. Your father, Nappa…" She couldn't continue. Her
heart stopped at the thought of him. The tears began to well up and trickle down her face.
She could almost feel his breath against her neck, his touch against her skin, his length
inside her body. Napu lowered his head and balled his fist in anger.


"He is dead. I would have killed him myself for what he did to you! Still, I understand
that you will never love me because of him," Napu said with conviction and spite. Bra
sniffed and held the dainty flower to her chest, rocking herself for comfort. It was unfair
for things to end up like this. He did nothing wrong.


"I am sorry, Napu. You should not have to suffer for your father's crimes, but neither
should I," she said, making no eye contact with the son of her rapist. Napu took in a deep
breath and swallowed hard, his throat stinging, his eyes burning. He moved his mouth to
form words, but none came out. Crushed, he proceeded to her chamber door, meeting
Trunks at the threshold. He noticed the look on Napu's face as he walked out the room.
Trunks placed his hand on his shoulder as he left, shutting the door behind him.


"How are you doing, pretty lady," Trunks said lovingly. Bra looked over and saw her
friend, her protector…her brother. She placed the gift Napu had given her on the
nightstand and opened her arms wide, inviting him to embrace her. He nearly ran over to
her bed, hugging her tightly. He almost forgot how it felt to have her in his arms.


"I missed you so much," Bra managed to say through her tears. Trunks rubbed her back
softly and she sobbed on his shoulder. His hands mingled with her silky, pale green locks
until he eventually began stroking her head. Her sobs slowly reduced to whimpers as she
was calmed by his loving touch. She had longed for him to return. Only he could make
her feel so safe, so warm…so loved. Bra pulled away from Trunks and turned from him.
Puzzled, he sat on he side of the bed and leaned over toward her.


"Bra," he whispered with concern, "Are you alright?" She slowly turned to him, holding
her arm up against her chest. She looked into his stark blue eyes, her lips quivering. She
felt this tingle in her belly, the tingle of anticipation. But why? Why when her brother is
the one before her.


"When I'm with you…this feeling I get…," she started, her voice barely audible. She
tried to continue, but she couldn't get the words to come out. Trunks opened his arms and
pulled her to him.


"Don't worry about it, I'll always be here," he whispered in her ear,
stroking her hair. Bra pressed her head against his chest and clenched his shirt. She
closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. Trunks kissed her forehead and nudged her
up.


"Hey, kid. Is there something you want to do while I'm here? After all, I've been
gone for the past few months, I'm sure there's something you want to tell me."


Bra looked on, transfixed by his loving gaze. Unthinking, she moved closer to his face.
Unsure of what was going on, he didn't move, but watched her intently. She met him face
to face, her nose almost touching his. She opened and closed her mouth, as if to say
something. She only sighed and rubbed her cheek against his. Trunks froze, not knowing
what to make of her behavior. Bra quickly returned to his face. She gazed into his
midnight eyes and brushed his lavender hair away from his face, tracing his jaw line
gently with her fingers. He shuddered, coming to the realization of what was happening.


His sister was coming on to him.


Before he could get up to leave, Bra held his arm and grazed her lips against his. She
could feel him quivering under her. She made a second pass, this time pressing her soft
lips firmly to his, parting them with her sweet tongue. As if he forgot his thoughts,
Trunks closed his eyes and granted her permission. She cupped her hands around his chin
and kissed him passionately. Still unable to make any sense of the situation, he sat stiffly
under her, until his conscience returned. He pushed her away and she fell back, almost
hitting her head against the wall.


Panting, he touched his lips, the same lips which only second ago we pressed against his
sister's. Without saying anything, he stood up and walked to the door. Before her
could turn the knob, it flew open and Chizu was standing in the doorway.


"Sire, I felt your Ki flare. Is everything alright," she questioned. Trunks nodded his head
and wiped his lips. Chizu noticed the bit of color on his cheek, the same color of Bra's
lipstick. Shaking her head, she dismissed her unbelievable thoughts and continued.


"Your father wishes to see you and Pan immediately," she said. Bra's expression dropped
as she pulled the sheets against her. "Pan? She is back?" Trunks looked back at Bra,
almost apologetically. Following Chizu, he shut the door, leaving Bra alone.

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Wow, that one made me blush. What's going on between Trunks and Bra? Why did he
take so long to resist? Does Chizu really suspect the truth? As questions will be
answered, more will arise, so please stay tuned.