Discoveries of Love
Chapter 7
"Hey, Goten.", Bra waved as she entered the training arena. Even though she couldn't compete in the tournament that was now five days away, she still needed to continue to be the strongest female on the planet.
Goten glanced down as he heard her. He smirked his returned greeting as he punched an invisible opponent.
"Good morning, your majesty.", a warrior with spiky, navy blue hair and a wicked scar across his right cheek said to Bra.
"And just what's so good about it?", she replied with a raised eyebrow. He stuttered shortly.
"Well, your presence, my beautiful princess."
"Excuse me?! YOUR beautiful princess?!", she exclaimed, her ki level rising. Goten noticed this and jogged over to see what was going on.
"What I meant was..", the warrior tried desperately to explain.
"Hey, buddy, what are you doing?", Goten interrupted.
"Excuse me, Goten. I can take care of myself.", Bra pointed a finger at him accusingly.
"I was just trying to help, Bra.", Goten replied, pointing a finger back at her.
The soldier caught this opportunity and tiptoed away from the two dueling teens.
"Well, I don't need your help!", Bra screamed at Goten and shoved him into a wall. He growled and got face-to-face with her.
"Well maybe, if you weren't such a BITCH, you would appreciate my help!", he yelled back. She clenched her fists and delivered a mean left hook across his nose. He stumbled back and rubbed his hand across his nose. He pulled it back and stared down at the blood.
He glared at Bra. "I thought maybe you weren't so bad afterall; I guess I was wrong.", he said calmly and brushed past her.
"No, Goten! Wait!", she yelled after him, but it was too late. She sighed and sauntered over to the entrance of the arena. She was about to leave when the door busted open. Everyone present, save for Bra, got down on one knee.
"Princess?!", Vegeta yelled, shaking her. Bra rolled her eyes and gently removed his hands.
"What is it, daddy?", she asked miserably.
He noticed this and asked, "What is wrong? I felt your ki shoot up."
She motioned around her. "Daddy, I'm in a training arena. Maybe it shot up because I was training?"
He shook his head sternly. "I know the difference from when your ki rises from battle and from when it rises from anger."
She was defeated. "I'm okay. Goten and I just had a fight."
His face contorted into surprise. "Goten? Surely you don't care about that third-class baka! I will have him killed for you at once." Vegeta began to turn around to do just that, but Bra stopped him.
"He's not a baka! And he's strong enough to be an elite!", she shot back in his defense.
He smirked. "Alright, princess, you may like whomever you choose."
She wanted so much to deny that she felt anything for Goten, but found that she couldn't. Instead, she just hugged her father gratefully and walked out of the room. Vegeta shook his head and turned to look at the other occupants of the room.
"You may arise!", he boomed. Everyone stood up and rubbed their right knee that ached from being down on it so long.
"Damn fools.", Vegeta muttered and stalked out of the room.
~*~
"Trunks, if we're bonding, what happens next?", Pan asked.
"Well," he started, "We would be mated. That is, if that's okay with you.", he added quickly. Pan nodded in thought and smiled. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it was okay with her.
"So, when would we be mated?", she asked. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Father would announce it at the tournament. Then, three days later, we would have the mating ceremony.", he replied. Pan nodded. They saw Goten approaching them, so they stopped and waited for him.
"Hey, Go-"
"Your sister is the biggest bitch!", he yelled, then continued storming off down the hall. Trunks and Pan looked at each other and shrugged. A few seconds later, Bra came down the opposite end of the hall.
"Hey, sis-"
"I hate Goten!", she yelled and continued on her way. They sweatdropped and rubbed their foreheads in confusion.
"They're crazy about each other.", Pan concluded. Trunks nodded.
~*~ The night before the tournament...
Trunks entered Pan's chambers unnoticed. He stood in the shadows as she undressed and climbed into bed. Saiyajin didn't believe in nightwear. He quietly crossed the room to her king-size bed.
"Pan.", he whispered as he bent down to the bed. She shot up at the sound of his voice. She clutched the sheets to her body tightly.
"Trunks, what the hell are you doing here?!", she hissed, though in a whispering voice, also.
"Ouch, Pan-chan. Is that any way to greet your future mate?", he smirked playfully.
"I'm naked under this sheet, you know. Could you turn around, so I could get dressed?"
His smirk grew. "Really? Why should I turn around? And furthermore, why should you get dressed?"
She frowned and mock-shoved him. "Trunks, we aren't mated yet. Is this appropriate?"
He laughed. "You think WE aren't being appropriate? You should hear some stories my mother has told me about her and father!" He sat down on the side of her bed and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I suppose you're right.", she said and dropped the sheet. He supressed a gasp as he gazed at her firm and perfectly rounded breasts. Pan smirked evilly and commanded Trunks to close his eyes; he did so.
Pan shot three tiny blasts at Trunks' gi. He opened his eyes in surprise and as he did, his shirt fell to the ground. He grinned at her and ripped off his pants. She gasped. He was well endowed, that was for sure. She cupped his chin in her hands and kissed him gently. He kissed her with passion that he had held in since he fell in love with her a long time ago. She pulled him ontop of her and massaged his firm, yet soft muscles before pulling him down onto her.
~*~ The next day...
"BRA!", Pan yelled while pounding on her friend's door.
"Coming, damnit. I'm coming!", she heard Bra grumble from inside. She flung open the door and glared at Pan with half-lidded eyes.
"What the hell is it, Pan?!", she screamed in her face much to Pan's dismay.
"Sorry. Did you sign me up under the Royalty/Mated section of the tournament? Also, where is the male armor that you said you would get for me, so I could fight in the tournament?", she asked timidly.
"Yes, I signed you up. And you mean the armor YOU said I would get you?", Bra asked sarcastically.
Pan smiled sheepishly and nodded. Bra stepped aside to allow her in. She trotted to her room and came out with some third-class male armor and spandex.
Bra tossed them to Pan. "I stole them from Goten." With that, she shoved Pan out of the door and slammed it shut.
Pan shook her head. "Wait. Bra was in Goten's room?" She shrugged and walked off down the hall.
She still had to get dressed and sign in. Not to mention, she needed to warm up. Those warriors shouldn't be any problem. She would wipe the floor with them all. Trunks would be the only challenge. She grinned. *I wonder who will win when I have to fight Trunks?*
~*~
Goten knocked on Trunks's door. He opened it while pulling on his spandex gi.
Goten stepped in and smirked knowingly. "You have Pan's scent all over you, man."
Trunks's eyes widened. "Shit!" And he dashed off to take a shower. Goten laughed and took a seat on a nearby couch to wait.
Fifteen minutes later, Trunks stalked out of the bathroom fully-dressed. He was wearing his "special occasions" royal armor which consisted of white armor with the emblem of Vegetasei over the right chestplate.
"You ready to go?", Trunks asked while parting his hair down the middle.
"Yeah, let's hit it.", Goten replied and left the room with Trunks behind him.
"Let's go get the girls.", Trunks said and walked off down the hall adjacent to his own. He knocked on Bra's door. She opened it and allowed them in.
"Hang on just a sec! I need to put my S.O. armor on.", she called from the other room.
"What is 'S.O. armor'?", Goten asked confused.
"Special Occasions armor.", Trunks replied while sitting down in a nearby pink chair. Goten made an 'O' shape with his mouth in acknowledgment.
"Hey, Bra! Is Pan here?", Trunks yelled to his sister.
"No! She's going to meet us there!", she yelled back. She walked into the room wearing the same style armor Trunks was wearing, only fit for a girl. They stood and followed her out.
~*~
"Damn! This really smashes my boobs.", Pan tugged at the armor frustrated. She pulled her hair into a bun and tucked it under an orange piece of cloth.
She gazed at her form in a mirror. "Perfect!"
There you have it! There WAS a lemon in this chapter, had to be edited it out. *Glares at FF.net* .
Chapter 7
"Hey, Goten.", Bra waved as she entered the training arena. Even though she couldn't compete in the tournament that was now five days away, she still needed to continue to be the strongest female on the planet.
Goten glanced down as he heard her. He smirked his returned greeting as he punched an invisible opponent.
"Good morning, your majesty.", a warrior with spiky, navy blue hair and a wicked scar across his right cheek said to Bra.
"And just what's so good about it?", she replied with a raised eyebrow. He stuttered shortly.
"Well, your presence, my beautiful princess."
"Excuse me?! YOUR beautiful princess?!", she exclaimed, her ki level rising. Goten noticed this and jogged over to see what was going on.
"What I meant was..", the warrior tried desperately to explain.
"Hey, buddy, what are you doing?", Goten interrupted.
"Excuse me, Goten. I can take care of myself.", Bra pointed a finger at him accusingly.
"I was just trying to help, Bra.", Goten replied, pointing a finger back at her.
The soldier caught this opportunity and tiptoed away from the two dueling teens.
"Well, I don't need your help!", Bra screamed at Goten and shoved him into a wall. He growled and got face-to-face with her.
"Well maybe, if you weren't such a BITCH, you would appreciate my help!", he yelled back. She clenched her fists and delivered a mean left hook across his nose. He stumbled back and rubbed his hand across his nose. He pulled it back and stared down at the blood.
He glared at Bra. "I thought maybe you weren't so bad afterall; I guess I was wrong.", he said calmly and brushed past her.
"No, Goten! Wait!", she yelled after him, but it was too late. She sighed and sauntered over to the entrance of the arena. She was about to leave when the door busted open. Everyone present, save for Bra, got down on one knee.
"Princess?!", Vegeta yelled, shaking her. Bra rolled her eyes and gently removed his hands.
"What is it, daddy?", she asked miserably.
He noticed this and asked, "What is wrong? I felt your ki shoot up."
She motioned around her. "Daddy, I'm in a training arena. Maybe it shot up because I was training?"
He shook his head sternly. "I know the difference from when your ki rises from battle and from when it rises from anger."
She was defeated. "I'm okay. Goten and I just had a fight."
His face contorted into surprise. "Goten? Surely you don't care about that third-class baka! I will have him killed for you at once." Vegeta began to turn around to do just that, but Bra stopped him.
"He's not a baka! And he's strong enough to be an elite!", she shot back in his defense.
He smirked. "Alright, princess, you may like whomever you choose."
She wanted so much to deny that she felt anything for Goten, but found that she couldn't. Instead, she just hugged her father gratefully and walked out of the room. Vegeta shook his head and turned to look at the other occupants of the room.
"You may arise!", he boomed. Everyone stood up and rubbed their right knee that ached from being down on it so long.
"Damn fools.", Vegeta muttered and stalked out of the room.
~*~
"Trunks, if we're bonding, what happens next?", Pan asked.
"Well," he started, "We would be mated. That is, if that's okay with you.", he added quickly. Pan nodded in thought and smiled. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it was okay with her.
"So, when would we be mated?", she asked. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Father would announce it at the tournament. Then, three days later, we would have the mating ceremony.", he replied. Pan nodded. They saw Goten approaching them, so they stopped and waited for him.
"Hey, Go-"
"Your sister is the biggest bitch!", he yelled, then continued storming off down the hall. Trunks and Pan looked at each other and shrugged. A few seconds later, Bra came down the opposite end of the hall.
"Hey, sis-"
"I hate Goten!", she yelled and continued on her way. They sweatdropped and rubbed their foreheads in confusion.
"They're crazy about each other.", Pan concluded. Trunks nodded.
~*~ The night before the tournament...
Trunks entered Pan's chambers unnoticed. He stood in the shadows as she undressed and climbed into bed. Saiyajin didn't believe in nightwear. He quietly crossed the room to her king-size bed.
"Pan.", he whispered as he bent down to the bed. She shot up at the sound of his voice. She clutched the sheets to her body tightly.
"Trunks, what the hell are you doing here?!", she hissed, though in a whispering voice, also.
"Ouch, Pan-chan. Is that any way to greet your future mate?", he smirked playfully.
"I'm naked under this sheet, you know. Could you turn around, so I could get dressed?"
His smirk grew. "Really? Why should I turn around? And furthermore, why should you get dressed?"
She frowned and mock-shoved him. "Trunks, we aren't mated yet. Is this appropriate?"
He laughed. "You think WE aren't being appropriate? You should hear some stories my mother has told me about her and father!" He sat down on the side of her bed and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I suppose you're right.", she said and dropped the sheet. He supressed a gasp as he gazed at her firm and perfectly rounded breasts. Pan smirked evilly and commanded Trunks to close his eyes; he did so.
Pan shot three tiny blasts at Trunks' gi. He opened his eyes in surprise and as he did, his shirt fell to the ground. He grinned at her and ripped off his pants. She gasped. He was well endowed, that was for sure. She cupped his chin in her hands and kissed him gently. He kissed her with passion that he had held in since he fell in love with her a long time ago. She pulled him ontop of her and massaged his firm, yet soft muscles before pulling him down onto her.
~*~ The next day...
"BRA!", Pan yelled while pounding on her friend's door.
"Coming, damnit. I'm coming!", she heard Bra grumble from inside. She flung open the door and glared at Pan with half-lidded eyes.
"What the hell is it, Pan?!", she screamed in her face much to Pan's dismay.
"Sorry. Did you sign me up under the Royalty/Mated section of the tournament? Also, where is the male armor that you said you would get for me, so I could fight in the tournament?", she asked timidly.
"Yes, I signed you up. And you mean the armor YOU said I would get you?", Bra asked sarcastically.
Pan smiled sheepishly and nodded. Bra stepped aside to allow her in. She trotted to her room and came out with some third-class male armor and spandex.
Bra tossed them to Pan. "I stole them from Goten." With that, she shoved Pan out of the door and slammed it shut.
Pan shook her head. "Wait. Bra was in Goten's room?" She shrugged and walked off down the hall.
She still had to get dressed and sign in. Not to mention, she needed to warm up. Those warriors shouldn't be any problem. She would wipe the floor with them all. Trunks would be the only challenge. She grinned. *I wonder who will win when I have to fight Trunks?*
~*~
Goten knocked on Trunks's door. He opened it while pulling on his spandex gi.
Goten stepped in and smirked knowingly. "You have Pan's scent all over you, man."
Trunks's eyes widened. "Shit!" And he dashed off to take a shower. Goten laughed and took a seat on a nearby couch to wait.
Fifteen minutes later, Trunks stalked out of the bathroom fully-dressed. He was wearing his "special occasions" royal armor which consisted of white armor with the emblem of Vegetasei over the right chestplate.
"You ready to go?", Trunks asked while parting his hair down the middle.
"Yeah, let's hit it.", Goten replied and left the room with Trunks behind him.
"Let's go get the girls.", Trunks said and walked off down the hall adjacent to his own. He knocked on Bra's door. She opened it and allowed them in.
"Hang on just a sec! I need to put my S.O. armor on.", she called from the other room.
"What is 'S.O. armor'?", Goten asked confused.
"Special Occasions armor.", Trunks replied while sitting down in a nearby pink chair. Goten made an 'O' shape with his mouth in acknowledgment.
"Hey, Bra! Is Pan here?", Trunks yelled to his sister.
"No! She's going to meet us there!", she yelled back. She walked into the room wearing the same style armor Trunks was wearing, only fit for a girl. They stood and followed her out.
~*~
"Damn! This really smashes my boobs.", Pan tugged at the armor frustrated. She pulled her hair into a bun and tucked it under an orange piece of cloth.
She gazed at her form in a mirror. "Perfect!"
There you have it! There WAS a lemon in this chapter, had to be edited it out. *Glares at FF.net* .