Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, nope not at all. They're not mine. DBZ/DBGT and any possible song I might decide to add to spice things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever mine. Right now The Offspring's 'I Want You Bad' is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it's not mine…damn. Hmm, but if they did so happen to belong to me, especially those two bishounen's Trunks and Goten…mmm, mmm, mmm.
BADChapter 3…My Adonis
By: Ember Maxximus
The aroma of freshly baked pizza and hot wings assaulted my senses before we even entered the fine establishment of Pappa Luigi's Tavern. A light haze of cigarette smoke hardly obscured the assemblage of slightly rowdy regulars intently watching a less than entertaining Hercule Satan pay-per-view boxing match. I rolled my baby blues as the over hill, balding, Afro wearing, supposed slayer of Cell began flexing his not so impressive muscles over his semi unconscious bonehead opponent. Granted, he's the grandfather of my dearest friend Pan, but that little fact hardly obscures the reality that he's the biggest ass on the face of Chikyuu.
We took a booth in the far corner, sitting on opposite ends. No sooner had we sat, I heard my name bellowed from across the room in a hearty Italian accent, "Buonasera*, Bra," came the voice of none other than Luigi himself, carrying a tray full of hot wings and a pitcher of whatever he had on tap. The pleasantly plump pub owner placed two chilled mugs before us, filling them to the rim with ice-cold beer. "So who's your boyfriend?" He inquired, leering at Goten.
"Oh, him, that's Goten and he's not my boyfriend," I replied, beaming up into Luigi's warm brown eyes. "He said that he won't have me and that he can offer me nothing besides friendship, so that'll just has to suffice for now, but I still have hope, Lu." I said in a mock-devastated tone, winking at Luigi.
"I see," said Luigi thoughtfully, smoothing the ends of his perfectly trimmed salt 'n pepper mustache, taking in Goten's overall appearance. "Ms. Bra is attractive, funny and can out eat & drink even my father, Kami rest his soul, so then…" he looked towards Goten with a look of pure deliberation etched on his round grandfatherly face, "you must be gay."
"Nani!?!" Goten exclaimed, taken aback by the bogus accusation and nearly choking on a mouthful of ale. "I'm into women, not men!"
Totally ignoring Goten's declaration of his sexual preference, Luigi began "Tsk, tsk, tsk…let me know when you decide to come out of the closet. My nephew Giovanni would be good for you, I think. It's nice to know that someone with your assets, is batting for our team. Ms. Bra, your handsome friend eats free tonight." And with that Luigi disappeared to cater to the other patrons at tavern.
The whole time I had been biting my bottom lip to reframe from falling into hysterics and rolling on the floor laughing my fucking ass off, while Goten just sat there at a loss for words. "I like girls," I heard him repeat again under his breath, almost to himself. That did it, the floodgates were opened and I couldn't stop from laughing. My vision began to blur as my eyes started watering and I couldn't help but put my own two cents worth in. "Hey batta, batta, batta, swing batter!" I half sung half chuckled, "Lovely assets, Goten! You sure put the ass in aesthetically pleasing." I think the humor of the situation was finally beginning to dawn on him, either that or the prospect of a free meal earned solely on the merits of his good looks, either way he joined me in the laughfest.
Nine pizza's, eighty-eight hot wings, 1.5 pitchers of beer later, and three hours later he and I sat conversing about everything and nothing at all. I never realized that there were so many things that I never knew about him before, until now. I think I've always seen him as Trunks' hottie goofball sidekick. But there's so much more, he's humorous, selfless, easygoing, love's children, and let's not forget that he throws a mean left hook. And I think he was starting to see me as Bra, not his best friend's kid sister that blackmailed him on more than one occasion as a child; but as the woman I've grown to become. Somehow during our intense conversation we migrated to the center of our U shaped booth, facing each other, talking, sharing, baring all.
He reached out to brush a loose tendril of aqua hair out of eyes and behind my ear, allowing his palm to linger on my cheek. "Bra," he spoke my name, barely above a whisper. Searching my face for answers to unasked questions with his vibrant ebony eyes, windows to the soul of the man I wanted more than I've ever wanted anything before in my entire life. "What do you want from me?" For the first time in a long time I was rendered completely speechless. I dare not say what's in my heart, well at least not yet; for fear that I might frighten him away. So, I did the only thing that seemed logical, I kissed him.
I leaned into him, hesitantly tasting his bottom lip at first, running my tongue gently across his lips awaiting entrance to the sweet candy of his mouth. And when he returned my affections I was overjoyed. Slow, sweet, intense kisses. It was as if we were the only two people in the world, he and I. He pulled me into his lap, interlocking his fingers with my own and I could feel the butterflies awaken in my belly spreading their warmth all over like wildfire, reacting to his tender touches. "What do you want from me?" he repeated, breaking the kiss to whisper the unanswered question against my mouth. What did I want? I wanted him to sate this festering desire that burned throughout my soul to have him. I needed him to quench this inferno within me lest I go mad from want and I sensed his inner longings mirrored my own.
"I want everything you have to offer, I want you," I surmise that that was the reply he craved to hear, for he crushed his mouth to mine in a mind numbing kiss. He broke away from me and it was at that moment that I realize we were still in the bar, making out no less with a growing audience, which included a very disappointed Luigi. Goten began flush with embarrassment and to my displeasure he gently removed me from my seat on his lap. I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, proposing in a suggestive voice, "Perhaps we can go to your place and finish this." Without saying a word, he nodded his head and removed my dancing fingers from his leg, bringing my digits to his mouth seductively kissing their tips all the while never taking the bottomless black abyss of his eyes from my yearning indigo ones.
Hastily I dug into the pocket of my worn denim shorts, tossing more than enough zeni on the table to pay for our meal and a generous tip. Oh Kami, this is what I've wanted for so long. I couldn't be anymore anxious to visit his apartment and take all he had to give over and over again until the wee hours of the morning. I eagerly ascended from the booth, pulling him with me to his feet. I felt like a horny high school boy about to loose his virginity on prom night. What has this man done to me? With the way I felt, at this rate I don't think I'll be able to make it to his place, much less the parking the lot. I was able to take whole two-steps towards the exit when I felt him grab my arm and pull me into his strong chest. Nuzzling my exposed throat, he spoke, "Allow me." Allow me? What the fuck? With a whoosh of misplaced air and the vaguest sense of vertigo I found myself in the modest sparsely furnished bedroom of Son Goten's one bedroom apartment.
"Shunkun Idou?" I asked slightly puzzled. Pappa had told me of this special instant transmission technique, but I had always been under the impression that only Goku-san was able to perform this feat. He cracked a tiny smile and in the back of my mind I heard his voice reverberate a goofy 'duh' at the obvious answer. Wisenheimer. Very interesting though, he's going to have to teach me that one.
Pressing his lips once again to mine he spoke, "Bra, I won't jeopardize my friendship with Trunks for one night you." Nani!?
I pushed away from him feeling the sting of his words. Whatever kind of game he's trying to play with me, I'm not the one to tolerate bullshit like this. Hell, I'm Bra Briefs, beautiful, smart, sexy, and rich. I've had men fall over themselves just to have the opportunity to lick my boots. I don't need this shit. Kisama. I spun away looking for the room's exit. Where's is it? Powering up a small energy ball in my hand, I was moments away from creating my own way out. I felt his arms wrap firmly around my waist.
"Zakennayo!" I growled at him, and then from behind I felt his mouth and tongue brush over my sensitive earlobe. I was powerless to his touch; sinking back I melted into his embrace.
"You misunderstood me B, let me finish. I was trying to say that I won't risk your brother's friendship for one night with you, but if I could be with you tonight and every night thereafter then I--, I would like that…if--, if you would consent."
I turn around in his arms, smiling widely at my man…my man, and shoved him roughly down on his bed. This was going to be fun. I smirked evilly at him, "If you could only read my mind, you would know that I've been waiting so long." I confessed to him, pulling my red 'bitch goddess' shirt over my head and sliding off my faded jean shorts. Turning around I modeled my cherry red naughty lingerie, giving him the pre-show of what he'd soon experience. "Get out of clothes time," I ordered, crawling to sit beside him. Well, he didn't need to be told twice, and with lightning speed he was down to only his cotton boxers. Now it was my turn to appreciate my prize and oh what a glorious prize he was; tanned chiseled chest, powerful legs, his flawless physique rivaled that of even Adonis himself, he was beautiful. I climbed atop, straddling his well-built legs, but I don't think he had that in mind. In the blink of an eye I found myself beneath him…. à **see notes**
A/N: Okay, Okay, Okay, I've had no time to butcher out the lemons as I had planned to before reposting it here. I have up to chapter 7 posted on mediaminer.org –
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php?id=13384
with the same user name and whatnot, so it's there to if anyone's interested, I just haven't had the time to alter this story to meet ff.net's new rules and now that I think about it I don't know if I will at all. Also, I have a new oneshot called Strawberry Wine. It's a Marron/Trunks PWP and will be posted on the 4th at MediaMiner.org as well as a few other stories not available here. Oh, and my website also has a few fics that are neither available here nor at mediaminer –
http://em-anime-anonymous.100megsfree5.com/
Thanks for reading!
~EM