And after 4 months... I'M BACK!!!!! WOOT!
Miss me? ::dodges thrown objects:: Eh.. well.. I have a new chapter for you. Thanks for the wait. I appreciate your patience. Forgive me if the writing isn't as good as the other two chapters.
I don't have much of an excuse other than that I've been drawing a lot, got a new RPG to play (Thanks to AM) and umm went through a slight writers block thingy. Doesn't matter though, I'm back, and I'll try to update more than every four months..
So read, review, enjoy, whatever, just try not to hurt your monitor when you throw the random objects at it with disgust. ^_^
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I watched with tired eyes as the other women flipped through the bridal catalog, looking for suitable dresses. My fingers lazily spun the spoon around and around, making it clank against the sides of the ceramic mug every few seconds. The annoying sound was drowned out by, well, the annoying voices. I mean, who really cares about all these dresses, flowers, decorations, and parties? That isn't what is important. The important thing is Vegeta's bod- wait, no, that isn't the important thing. Damn it, a week later, and I'm still thinking about him. This can't be good for my marriage.
"Pan will you please stop that? Here, how do you like this one?" At my mother's request I let go of the silver spoon that was held between my fingers. Her small hands plopped the giant wedding book in front of me and she pointed to the dress. This was really getting to me now. For some odd reason, they could not understand that I only wanted a simple dress, and not some giant poofy skirt-thing that could cover Tokyo. Without a glance towards the magazine, I picked up my teacup and placed it in the sink.
"Mom, will you stop it already? All I want is just a simple straight gown, maybe a champagne color. Is that okay with you?" My tone was a bit snappy towards her, but can you blame me? I've been sitting here for hours listening to them about this.
The chair scratched against the tile floor as my mother rose.
"Don't you dare get an attitude with me. We are just trying to help out, Pan. Would you rather do this all on your own? Now, Bulma is being generous enough to pay for this, I think you should be a bit more grateful to her." I wonder what happen if I told her I did want to plan this on my own. That would be fairly amusing.
"It is really no trouble Videl. I'm just so happy Trunks is finally settling down, especially with the right girl." Bulma gave me a wink. "Oh well now isn't this one nice?" She continued to flip through the various magazines, folding down a corner every so often to mark the page. My thoughts drifted to this woman sitting before me. Although in her sixties, she still looked young and vibrant. Her long silver blue hair was tied back loosely with a few strands hanging down on the sides of her hair. The only visible wrinkles on her slightly pale face were around her mouth, otherwise known as her smile lines. She was as perfect as she has been twenty, no, thirty years ago. This was the mother of my fiancé, the wife of my lover. I had betrayed this angel when I slept with Vegeta.
But was he my lover? He couldn't be. I would never have an affair; it just isn't my style. It must have been stress. The only explanation is that I am getting cold feet. Who wouldn't? I mean; Trunks is officially the last man I will ever be with, there is no turning back. Not even for Vegeta. Of course, I wouldn't give up this perfect marriage for Vegeta. He's just another guy, well, if I don't focus on the fact that he'll be my father-in-law. Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so fixated on him? He had raised me, along with the others. Alongside Bulma he stood, watching me grow into the woman I was today. And he used it against me.
The fact that I was a woman, and part saiyan, excited him. I knew that much. It was obvious if you looked deep enough into his eyes. His yearning and desire for another member of his species. Yes, I was not as strong, but I was stronger than most human females. But why, why would he give up his family, his life, for a woman to screw? Why was I that woman? Not that I minded his sweaty body above mine, his hot lips sucking mine. I mean, who wouldn't want to run their fingers through his wild mane, or the chance to wrap their legs around his slender waist.
A slam brought me back to reality.
"This is nonsense. She should just wear my dress. You wore it, didn't you Videl? It's a tradition!" My hands clutched the edge of the counter as I let out a sigh of relief. Wandering minds were not a good thing. Those images could have gotten me in a lot of trouble had the other women noticed how excited I had become. Shaking my head I turned to my mother, whom I noticed had a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Mom, that's a great suggestion, but I told you already. The dry cleaners lost it after I spilled that champagne on it. I apologized a million times." It was hard not to burst out laughing at that lame excuse, but my grandmother still believed it. She began to grumble about dry cleaners, shaking her head and flipping through the book again. Bulma and I exchanged glances before grinning like fools at my mother. In return, we received quick glares and she began to wash dishes.
"Fine, then she will wear this one," chirped my grandmother.
I sighed at the three of them. This was too much now.
"Listen, I appreciate all the help, really, but I have my dress already. So just let it go. I am not about to wear one of your princess dresses, okay? Kami, you women are like vultures!" I saw Bulma mutter something to my mother, then her mutter back.
"I am not PMSing!" Growling, I stormed out of the room, wondering where Veg- err - Trunks was. Damn lower sexual half of me.
Then it hit me. No, then HE hit me. Literally. We smacked right into each other, well, I smacked into him. Would have fallen down too, had he not caught me. His large hands grasped the sides of my arms, applying the slightest bit of controlling pressure. My heart beat a bit faster, probably from almost falling. Yeah, ok, even I wouldn't believe that one. This was getting pathetic.
"Sorry 'bout that. Guess I have to pay more attention to where I'm going." By now, my hand would have been rubbing the back of my neck, but due to his hands on my arms I couldn't. Wasn't this awkward?
His eyes were on my body; I could feel it. They burned into my skin, traveling from my face to my feet, covering every inch of my body. My eyes averted his, staring at the gray carpet beneath our feet. He sniffed the air twice, and then smirked. I could see it from the corner of my eyes, the slight twitch. When I looked up, there it was. That damn smirk, with those dark intentions buried deep within his coal eyes. He could smell it, my arousal. Thankfully, he let go of my arms, and I took a few steps back.
I crossed my arms and cleared my throat. His gaze was making me feel a bit uncomfortable. We slept together once. Big deal. Then there was no need for me to feel so awkward.
"I, umm, have to go meet Trunks at his office. Sorry for the whole -" My words were cut off by his lips. He shoved me against the wall, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and cupped my ass lifting me up slightly. I felt as if I were in his bedroom again, pressed against the door. The images flooded through my head again. Moaning in delight, my legs and arms wrapped themselves around him. Breathing heavily he kissed and sucked at my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin.
This was not good. I had realized that the kitchen was only about three meters away, where the other women were. Groaning, my fingers traveled down from hair to his chest, reluctantly pushing him away.
"There are too many people around," my words came in short breaths. Then I whispered "I'll meet you tonight at the maze entrance."
"No, in the maze. Use your senses." He just walked off, towards the kitchen. Faintly I heard "Woman! Make me some damn food!" Bulma yelled something back at him, starting another one of their arguments.
His kiss lingered on my lips. I ran my finger across them gingerly, and then placed my hand on my neck with a slight smile. This was not over. It was not a one-night stand, and I was not a toy. Well, I can't say that for sure, but it makes me feel better if I say I'm not a toy. No, this wasn't a good thing. Affairs aren't good things. But I didn't want to think about that then. Not at that moment, not in that situation. In a dazed state I made my way down to Trunks' office, all the time thinking about his father.
He had told me to meet him in the maze, to use my sense and find him. And I would. I would arrive there, where he was leaning against the grassy wall with his eyes closed. Hidden by nature, with kis low, we would placate our lust. And then, we would return to our true lovers. This torturous cycle would continue, eating away my insides, gnawing at my brain. Yet, I wouldn't care.
"I'm really sorry I can't make it tonight. Pan, are you listening?" I looked up at Trunks and flashed him a smile.
"Huh? Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just make sure you get your work done. You would not have had to stay if you hadn't snuck off with Uncle Goten." He laughed while rubbing the back of his neck and told me he would get the work done. With a simple kiss goodbye, I went off to go shopping for a dress. I had told my mother that I already bought one, how would it look if I didn't have it? Luckily, the bride's maid's dresses were all done. Bra would be flying in soon to help with the wedding, and this worried me slightly. Vegeta had always been fond of his daughter. When she came, would he end this? I couldn't help but laugh at myself. First of all, why would I care? This affair was wrong and I knew it. Second, how could I be jealous of Bra? Don't get me wrong; she definitely had qualities to be jealous of. But I grew up with her.
The way I figure it, the sooner this 'fling' is over, the better. Too much pain would come out of this thing. At the same time, I wondered what would happen after tonight. Nothing is what should happen. Deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. This was barely the beginning.
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Ok, so the chapter isn't GREAT.. But I had serious writers block. Plus I've been drawing a lot and found a new RPG to play. anyway, new chapter should be out soon. Sorry for the delay.
Special Thanks To: MysticSaiyan45 - Every body should thank you. If it weren't for your e-mails I probably would not have updated. Thanks for your patience and pestering for me to get this chapter out.
There are way too many people that reviewed more than once for a new chapter. Thanks all of you, I couldn't have done it without you. You have really made my day for encouraging me to write.
BardockGurl and AMCM74: I am so thankful that you took the time to beta my fic. You have no idea how thrilled I am about you helping me out. ^^, Keep up the good work! *cracks whip* errrrr.... -Vejiita's Demon
Miss me? ::dodges thrown objects:: Eh.. well.. I have a new chapter for you. Thanks for the wait. I appreciate your patience. Forgive me if the writing isn't as good as the other two chapters.
I don't have much of an excuse other than that I've been drawing a lot, got a new RPG to play (Thanks to AM) and umm went through a slight writers block thingy. Doesn't matter though, I'm back, and I'll try to update more than every four months..
So read, review, enjoy, whatever, just try not to hurt your monitor when you throw the random objects at it with disgust. ^_^
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I watched with tired eyes as the other women flipped through the bridal catalog, looking for suitable dresses. My fingers lazily spun the spoon around and around, making it clank against the sides of the ceramic mug every few seconds. The annoying sound was drowned out by, well, the annoying voices. I mean, who really cares about all these dresses, flowers, decorations, and parties? That isn't what is important. The important thing is Vegeta's bod- wait, no, that isn't the important thing. Damn it, a week later, and I'm still thinking about him. This can't be good for my marriage.
"Pan will you please stop that? Here, how do you like this one?" At my mother's request I let go of the silver spoon that was held between my fingers. Her small hands plopped the giant wedding book in front of me and she pointed to the dress. This was really getting to me now. For some odd reason, they could not understand that I only wanted a simple dress, and not some giant poofy skirt-thing that could cover Tokyo. Without a glance towards the magazine, I picked up my teacup and placed it in the sink.
"Mom, will you stop it already? All I want is just a simple straight gown, maybe a champagne color. Is that okay with you?" My tone was a bit snappy towards her, but can you blame me? I've been sitting here for hours listening to them about this.
The chair scratched against the tile floor as my mother rose.
"Don't you dare get an attitude with me. We are just trying to help out, Pan. Would you rather do this all on your own? Now, Bulma is being generous enough to pay for this, I think you should be a bit more grateful to her." I wonder what happen if I told her I did want to plan this on my own. That would be fairly amusing.
"It is really no trouble Videl. I'm just so happy Trunks is finally settling down, especially with the right girl." Bulma gave me a wink. "Oh well now isn't this one nice?" She continued to flip through the various magazines, folding down a corner every so often to mark the page. My thoughts drifted to this woman sitting before me. Although in her sixties, she still looked young and vibrant. Her long silver blue hair was tied back loosely with a few strands hanging down on the sides of her hair. The only visible wrinkles on her slightly pale face were around her mouth, otherwise known as her smile lines. She was as perfect as she has been twenty, no, thirty years ago. This was the mother of my fiancé, the wife of my lover. I had betrayed this angel when I slept with Vegeta.
But was he my lover? He couldn't be. I would never have an affair; it just isn't my style. It must have been stress. The only explanation is that I am getting cold feet. Who wouldn't? I mean; Trunks is officially the last man I will ever be with, there is no turning back. Not even for Vegeta. Of course, I wouldn't give up this perfect marriage for Vegeta. He's just another guy, well, if I don't focus on the fact that he'll be my father-in-law. Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so fixated on him? He had raised me, along with the others. Alongside Bulma he stood, watching me grow into the woman I was today. And he used it against me.
The fact that I was a woman, and part saiyan, excited him. I knew that much. It was obvious if you looked deep enough into his eyes. His yearning and desire for another member of his species. Yes, I was not as strong, but I was stronger than most human females. But why, why would he give up his family, his life, for a woman to screw? Why was I that woman? Not that I minded his sweaty body above mine, his hot lips sucking mine. I mean, who wouldn't want to run their fingers through his wild mane, or the chance to wrap their legs around his slender waist.
A slam brought me back to reality.
"This is nonsense. She should just wear my dress. You wore it, didn't you Videl? It's a tradition!" My hands clutched the edge of the counter as I let out a sigh of relief. Wandering minds were not a good thing. Those images could have gotten me in a lot of trouble had the other women noticed how excited I had become. Shaking my head I turned to my mother, whom I noticed had a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Mom, that's a great suggestion, but I told you already. The dry cleaners lost it after I spilled that champagne on it. I apologized a million times." It was hard not to burst out laughing at that lame excuse, but my grandmother still believed it. She began to grumble about dry cleaners, shaking her head and flipping through the book again. Bulma and I exchanged glances before grinning like fools at my mother. In return, we received quick glares and she began to wash dishes.
"Fine, then she will wear this one," chirped my grandmother.
I sighed at the three of them. This was too much now.
"Listen, I appreciate all the help, really, but I have my dress already. So just let it go. I am not about to wear one of your princess dresses, okay? Kami, you women are like vultures!" I saw Bulma mutter something to my mother, then her mutter back.
"I am not PMSing!" Growling, I stormed out of the room, wondering where Veg- err - Trunks was. Damn lower sexual half of me.
Then it hit me. No, then HE hit me. Literally. We smacked right into each other, well, I smacked into him. Would have fallen down too, had he not caught me. His large hands grasped the sides of my arms, applying the slightest bit of controlling pressure. My heart beat a bit faster, probably from almost falling. Yeah, ok, even I wouldn't believe that one. This was getting pathetic.
"Sorry 'bout that. Guess I have to pay more attention to where I'm going." By now, my hand would have been rubbing the back of my neck, but due to his hands on my arms I couldn't. Wasn't this awkward?
His eyes were on my body; I could feel it. They burned into my skin, traveling from my face to my feet, covering every inch of my body. My eyes averted his, staring at the gray carpet beneath our feet. He sniffed the air twice, and then smirked. I could see it from the corner of my eyes, the slight twitch. When I looked up, there it was. That damn smirk, with those dark intentions buried deep within his coal eyes. He could smell it, my arousal. Thankfully, he let go of my arms, and I took a few steps back.
I crossed my arms and cleared my throat. His gaze was making me feel a bit uncomfortable. We slept together once. Big deal. Then there was no need for me to feel so awkward.
"I, umm, have to go meet Trunks at his office. Sorry for the whole -" My words were cut off by his lips. He shoved me against the wall, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and cupped my ass lifting me up slightly. I felt as if I were in his bedroom again, pressed against the door. The images flooded through my head again. Moaning in delight, my legs and arms wrapped themselves around him. Breathing heavily he kissed and sucked at my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin.
This was not good. I had realized that the kitchen was only about three meters away, where the other women were. Groaning, my fingers traveled down from hair to his chest, reluctantly pushing him away.
"There are too many people around," my words came in short breaths. Then I whispered "I'll meet you tonight at the maze entrance."
"No, in the maze. Use your senses." He just walked off, towards the kitchen. Faintly I heard "Woman! Make me some damn food!" Bulma yelled something back at him, starting another one of their arguments.
His kiss lingered on my lips. I ran my finger across them gingerly, and then placed my hand on my neck with a slight smile. This was not over. It was not a one-night stand, and I was not a toy. Well, I can't say that for sure, but it makes me feel better if I say I'm not a toy. No, this wasn't a good thing. Affairs aren't good things. But I didn't want to think about that then. Not at that moment, not in that situation. In a dazed state I made my way down to Trunks' office, all the time thinking about his father.
He had told me to meet him in the maze, to use my sense and find him. And I would. I would arrive there, where he was leaning against the grassy wall with his eyes closed. Hidden by nature, with kis low, we would placate our lust. And then, we would return to our true lovers. This torturous cycle would continue, eating away my insides, gnawing at my brain. Yet, I wouldn't care.
"I'm really sorry I can't make it tonight. Pan, are you listening?" I looked up at Trunks and flashed him a smile.
"Huh? Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just make sure you get your work done. You would not have had to stay if you hadn't snuck off with Uncle Goten." He laughed while rubbing the back of his neck and told me he would get the work done. With a simple kiss goodbye, I went off to go shopping for a dress. I had told my mother that I already bought one, how would it look if I didn't have it? Luckily, the bride's maid's dresses were all done. Bra would be flying in soon to help with the wedding, and this worried me slightly. Vegeta had always been fond of his daughter. When she came, would he end this? I couldn't help but laugh at myself. First of all, why would I care? This affair was wrong and I knew it. Second, how could I be jealous of Bra? Don't get me wrong; she definitely had qualities to be jealous of. But I grew up with her.
The way I figure it, the sooner this 'fling' is over, the better. Too much pain would come out of this thing. At the same time, I wondered what would happen after tonight. Nothing is what should happen. Deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. This was barely the beginning.
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Ok, so the chapter isn't GREAT.. But I had serious writers block. Plus I've been drawing a lot and found a new RPG to play. anyway, new chapter should be out soon. Sorry for the delay.
Special Thanks To: MysticSaiyan45 - Every body should thank you. If it weren't for your e-mails I probably would not have updated. Thanks for your patience and pestering for me to get this chapter out.
There are way too many people that reviewed more than once for a new chapter. Thanks all of you, I couldn't have done it without you. You have really made my day for encouraging me to write.
BardockGurl and AMCM74: I am so thankful that you took the time to beta my fic. You have no idea how thrilled I am about you helping me out. ^^, Keep up the good work! *cracks whip* errrrr.... -Vejiita's Demon