All right. I am updating. I'm writing this and I have a billion thoughts running though my
head. This chapter coming up is disturbing. There's a taboo lemon in here. So, Fluffy,
you may want to wait for the next chapter, because I know how you feel about stuff like
this. Same goes for everyone else. If you can't handle it, don't read it…or at least no
flames about it. Again, disturbing sexual behavior. If you cannot deal, walk away now.
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Chapter Seven


A cool breeze rustled the remaining leaves of the great Willow. Amazingly, it had
survived the months of fierce battles fought around it. Now, it was the only bright spot in
the dismal area that was once the royal gardens. Trunks sat down at the base of the great
tree and let out a sigh. What has happened to him? Has his time away made him a
pervert…an incestuous pervert? His self-control failed him. But that was his sister. He shouldn't have felt anything to have to use self-control. Bra tried to seduce him. No, she DID seduce him. The soft skin of her cheek, the sweet touch of her lips…was he actually longing for his sister?


Trunks shook his head in disgust. There was no way. That was his sister, his best friend,
his training partner…his beloved little sister. She was also the woman he kissed earlier
today.


Trunks placed his hands on his head in frustration, seemingly trying to pry his thoughts
out of his head. Panting, he threw his arms down and rested his head back. Slowly, he
cleared his mind and his thoughts transferred to more recent matters. That being, Son
Pan. The situation between the pair seemed to confuse him just as much. Trunks had tried to protect her at the meeting, as he felt the need to. But he kept second-guessing his actions. Had he done the right thing? Should he have told Pan to stay, or at
least ask her permission to tell her secret?


Why did he care so much?


His thoughts then turned to the cold isolate glare in her beautiful eyes. Eyes that seemed
so innocent, but belonging to one so hardened. Her full lips planted on one of the most
beautiful faces he had seen. But, she was deadly beauty. A face so pure, but so tormented.
Her raven hair, how it fell gracefully around her face and straddled her neck…she
tantalized his senses, a walking contradiction.


A brisk wind zipped passed Trunks, slowing his thoughts. A low grumble from the clouds
above echoed in the air. A storm was brewing. And the frighteningly cold wind on such a
warm day suggested it was going to be one hell of a storm.


Before he had a chance to stand, he sensed her. Trunks was surprised how low her ki was
suppressed, but he could still feel her. Normally, he wouldn't be able to sense a ki so low.
How could be feeling hers now?Trunks stood up and walked around the tree just in time to bump into the unsuspecting Pan. She stood firmly and folded her arms in discontent. It was just her luck to run into him of all people.


"What are you doing here?" Pan asked, her irritation obvious in her tone. "Haven't you
caused me enough trouble?" Trunks laughed and leaned against the tree trunk. What on Vegeta was she talking about? He has kept her out of danger, what could he have possibly done to hurt her?


"Don't laugh at me. What you have done is not amusing. No one asked you to tell my
business," she said glaring. His smile instantly disappeared once he realized what she was
talking about. "You tell me I can confide in you at this very spot, but when I do, you tell
your father and his know-it-all advisor!" For the first time, she showed an emotion other
than anger. Of course she was angry, but seemed to feel…hurt. Trunks could feel it, deep
in his soul.


"I…I'm sorry," he muttered. She looked on, unconvinced by his attempt at an apology.
He thought to himself that he'd have to do a lot more than that to win her trust back.


"You're damn right," she said firmly, but mostly to herself. Trunks stepped back as Pan
realized what she had just said, or more specifically, why she said it.


"I…I…didn't try…I mean I don't have the power…" she stuttered. How could she be
reading his thoughts? She was no physic. Trunks was just as distraught. What if she could read what was on his mind at all times? What if she knew that he had kissed Bra? Perhaps Chizu was right, she couldn't be trusted.


Pan picked up on his thought, but this time, she didn't say anything. She just couldn't
believe he was all people thought she was untrustworthy. Just when she thought she had
someone to depend on. She felt the tears well up, but she prevented them from flowing.
Time on this planet has made her weak.


Trunks looked at Pan and shook his head. His mind being flooded with her voice, her
thoughts. His crystal blue eyes bore down on her mahogany set. He could hear her
thoughts also…as clear as day.


But why? Were they both mind readers?


The male semi Saiya-jin moved closer to his female counterpart. Pan froze as he
approached her. The air had become unsettled, the sky dark with foreboding clouds ready
to release their heavy loads. Cold drops of water began to fall from the sky and with a
wicked bolt of lightning; heavy torrent fell, soaking the pair. Pan moved forward, her eyes staying on the male in front her, and reached for his tail. Trunks bit his bottom lip trying to hold back a groan. Her slender fingers softly caressed the now damp fur, stroking it gently. Instinctively, he pulled her to him with one arm, their drenched bodies pressed hard against each other. She could now feel his arousal. Placing her hand on his head, Pan ran her fingers through Trunks wet hair sending chills down his spine.


He wanted to take her right there.


Forcefully, he made a slight turn and slammed her against the tree and she let out a faint
and uncharacteristic cry. A smirk ran across his face as he moved to plant his lips onto
her, but a searing pain stopped him in his tracks. Pan held on to his tail tighter, making
him flinch in pain. She was so glad she didn't have one of the wretched things.


"So, you thought you had me there, but it appears I have you," she said as she tugged at
his tail again, this time gaining a vocal response in the form of a growl. She then stroked
his manhood. His arousal was still evident. She laughed at how much control she had.
"Listen to me and listen to me good, my horny friend. Stay out of my head and out of my
business. You keep from me and I'll keep from you."


With that, she released his tail and walked though the mud back to the palace. He just
watched as her figure disappeared into the veil of cold, unrelenting rain and nighttime
darkness. A sneeze halted any thoughts that were about to come to mind. He hurried back
inside before he caught his death in this hellish storm.






Bra tossed furiously under her sheets. Sweat dripped from her brow as she clawed at
some imaginary foe contained in her dreams. Gritting her teeth, she growled and kicked
wildly, trying with all her might to escape.


"Let me go," she muttered, still trapped in her mental vice.


The thunder rolled in the distance as rain began to pitter on her window seal. Still, she
fought and fought until finally, she was exhausted. What sounded to be a whimper came
from her pouted lips, tears flowing down her face.


"Nappa," she cried out as lightning streaked across the sky. Her nightshirt clung to the
sweat on her chest, which was heaving up and down. Paralyzed with fear, she darted her
eyes to the left, then to the right…then she was still.


After several agonizing moments, she sat up and placed her hand on her forehead. She
was safe, it was only a dream.


No, a nightmare.


A nightmare she often had. She hated it. It felt so real, the details so vivid, she might as
well had been actually doing it. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his disgusting
hands groping her body. Bra shuddered and wrapped her arms around her. She felt as if a
cold breeze was allowed to blow through her soul, chipping away at her very being.

Damn him. Even in death, he still tortured her.


Feeling parched, she slid out of her bed and walked over to a table placed at her window.
She took a glass and filled it with a clear liquid, but it wasn't water. She took the shot of
liquor and winced as it burned her insides. Anything felt better than what she was feeling
just moments prior. Taking her time, she poured another shot, but this time mixing it with
some juice so it would go down easier.


Yet another night spent drinking alone.


Lightning lit the sky once more, but Bra was unfazed. She was a warrior. Why would
some lightning scare her? But…she let a man rape her for six years.


She knocked the glass over and placed the bottle of Vodka to her lips. She chugged down
the liquid violently. Its clear form ran down the sides of her mouth, mixing with her tears
and sweat. She drunk as much as she could before coughing uncontrollably, rejecting
most of the poison she ingested. She dropped the bottle and crashed to the floor. Shards
of glass pricked her hand as she tried to regain her composure, her free hand at her throat.
Still unable to catch her breath, Bra kicked the table, knocking it and what was on it
down on the hard marble floor. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout her
room.


Trunks halted peeling out of his drenched clothes as he walked down the hall, hearing a
loud thud followed by a crash. The only other person that was posted in this area was his
sister and to his knowledge, her room was unguarded. Fearing the worst, he ran down the
hall, his muddy boots thudding loudly on the floor. Within seconds, he was at her door.
He didn't even bother to ask permission to enter. Trunks simply burst in. He had to save
her.


At first, he saw nothing but darkness, but heard her harsh cough. He quickly ran across
the room and saw her lying on the floor. With one swift movement, his sister was off the
marble and in his arms. He patted her on the back, trying to ease her horrid cough. To no
avail, she continued… and it was getting worse. Bra began to shake, a sign that she
needed oxygen. Panicked, he sat her up and jarred her a bit, unsure of what he should do.


"Bra, snap out of it," he cried, still shaking her. He could smell the Vodka in the air and
could only imagine what she was doing before he got there. Suddenly, he had a thought
and lifted his sister up, carrying her over to her bathing room. Running over to her sink,
he began to run the cold water. He cupped some in his hand and quickly gave it to Bra for
her to drink out of. She complied, slurping the cool, soothing liquid between coughs.


Before long, Bra's normal breathing returned and Trunks collapsed on the floor in relief.
How many times would he have to save her? She clung to his shirt, placing her chin on
his damp chest and looked up at him with loving eyes. With his heart still pounding from
the rush of adrenaline, he glanced down at her and flashed a smile. His damp hair was
falling in his face and Bra lifted her hand to move it out of the way and behind his ear.


Looking down at her form, a switch flipped in his head. Trunks scanned his sister from
head to toe. He noticed that she had sweat through her thin cotton nightshirt and her full
breasts could be seen through the flimsy fabric. He looked on nervously as her nipples
became pert, a sign of her arousal. Bra pursed her lips as a devilish grin ran across them.
Trunks squirmed, trying to control his thoughts as blood began to rush to where it
shouldn't. As Bra lowered her hand from behind his ear, she traced his jaw line with a slender
finger, making him shudder. She traced from his jaw, to his neck and down his arm to his
hand.


"Bra…don't," he whispered in a half-hearted protest, his conscience fleeing and his raw
instincts slowly taking over. Ignoring him completely, she grabbed his hand and placed it
firmly on her breast. Bra gasped with pleasure and Trunks moaned. Why was she doing
this to him?


Forgetting all inhibitions, he rolled his wet body on top of hers and kissed her
furiously…his sexual frustration getting the best of him. Hurriedly, he removed his pants,
freeing his straining member. Breathing harshly, he looked down at the beautiful woman
before him. She hiked her shirt up, revealing her bare womanhood. His length became
even more engorged. Bra moaned, and his gaze shot up to her face. She was all of
sixteen, the body of a woman and the face of a girl. Slowly, his conscience returned and
he stood up. Puzzled, Bra scrambled off the floor and followed him back into her room.


"Where are you going," she asked, her tone hysterical. Trunks ignored her and he
fastened his pants and wrapped his tail around his waist. This had gone far enough. Too
far actually. Bra placed her hand on her brother's shoulder, he still ignored her.


"Trunks, please don't go," she said quietly. He sighed and turned around. Her eyes were
so begging, he didn't understand why anything was going on. All he knew was it was
wrong and he had to get the hell out of there.


"Bra…Sister, I must go. This is not right. Now, let me go to my quarters and get out of
these wet clothes," he said firmly, moving her out the way so he could exit. Only a few
more feet to go. Rolling thunder prompted him to move faster. The storm was not over
yet.


"Go! Go to your whore," Bra screamed, making her brother turn to her.


"What are you talking about," he questioned, walking back to her, glaring her down. Bra
refused to be intimidated by him.


"That Son Pan. She is your mate, is she not? I bet she gets your blood all hot, doesn't
she? Go to her! Fuck her brains out," she urged, throwing her arms about. That had to be
the reason why he didn't want her. She damned the day that woman set foot inside the
palace. Trunks' expression was blank. Bra pushed him, trying to get a response.


"So, go to her! Or is she not putting out," Bra taunted. Then something snapped. The
day's events flooded Trunks' mind. The seduction by his sister. The sweet kiss they
shared. The suggestive games played by Pan. The visions of their bodies, their frames,
their faces. Mocking him, urging him, testing the waters of temptation. Scorching his soul
with lust beyond compare, desires beyond control.


With a burst of speed, Trunks grabbed Bra and pushed her onto her back. The pair hit the
floor hard, making the unsuspecting female Saiya-jin squeal. Trunks ripped the piece of
fabric off of his sister and kissed her fiercely. He forced his tongue into her mouth,
playing with her. Bra moaned with a mix a pleasure and disbelief. Gaining leverage, she
pushed him up slightly, breaking the kiss.


"Trunks," she gasped, not sure what to say. Trunks merely tore at his pants and placed
himself at her entrance. Without saying a word, he plunged into her depths. Throwing his
head back with unbridled pleasure. Bra whimpered, the new sensation she was feeling
was more than she could bear. He was inside of her, making her want him even more.He thrust hard and deep, satisfying his needs. Bra dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling his body closer, pressing his chest against hers. The generating making their hard, tone bodies sweat. She moved her hips to match his movement, sending chills sown Trunks spine. He did not care who he was making love to, he needed release…sweet release.


Moving closer to his climax, he grabbed her by her waist and pounded at her, making her
moan with pleasure, her own hips rolling due to her pending orgasm. Breathing harshly,
he stopped moving his hips and shuddered, liberating his seed inside of her. The sweat
dripped off his body, pouring hard as the rain outside. He looked down and opened his
eyes. Bra was smiling below him, her bare chest rising and falling. His senses had
returned to him.


He began to feel the bile rise from his belly, and he almost doubled over. Slowly, he
pulled out of his sister and stood up. What had he done? He was a disgusting pervert. He
lifted up his pants and walked out of his sister's room, leaving her on the floor. Very
pleased.


At the other end of the palace, Son Pan was being helped off the floor. The visions she
saw in her head made her physically ill, the voices and the emotions. She rose to her feet
and walked in the general direction of Trunks chamber, severely angered.

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I warned you. No friggin' flames. Ya' hear me.