For you all, who wanted me to continue, there it is: The new chapter! Weee!
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Sleeping wasn't exactly what Bra did this night. She lay awake and watched the nearly full moon beaming within the dark blue sky, and pale light was like smooth water in her room. Once again, the girl was in deep thought.
The comment Trunks made earlier had hurt, yes, but it didn't hurt every time he made those. Sighing, she stretched out on her four poster bed between her silken sheets and blanket, her hair cascading all around her and her arms crossed behind her head. The saiyan princess didn't even know the name of this guy anymore who dumped her. What had it been.. . ? Anyways, it wasn't important anymore, because Trunks was perfectly right. Bra nodded to herself in the semi-darkness.
She was something special, more special than Marron could ever be, even more special than Pan. . but that wasn't important either, because Pan was her friend. Bra sighed again, running one hand through her tresses. She loved the feeling of her hair between her fingers, caressing the chiselled surface of her skin, especially when it was freshly washed. Though, she shuddered a bit when the short silken top, which fell casually around her upper body, parted from her evenly silken panties, brushing coolly over the heated surface of her skin, leaving the area around her navel exposed to the almost chilling touch of her blanket. As much as Bra loved silk, it clearly wasn't made for chilly nights.
The girl rose, her legs dangling from the edge of her bed briefly, before she made her way to the mirror, staring at her reflection. Bra tilted her head and watched her hair cascading around her shoulders in soft locks, slightly lank because she just came out of bed, looked into her eyes and observed her body. Without undergarments under her favourite white nightwear, her body looked more mature, she thought. Not like the fourteen year old she was during day, as if she was someone else at night. Bra's muscles still ached a bit because of her training earlier, a glance at her clock told her it was 2 a.m. , so she decided to take a walk.
She didn't have to worry about her safety, for she was a fighter after all, the Saiyajin no Hime opened her window and hopped out, softly landing on her feet without making a sound. The dry grass tickled her feet, and Bra shuddered, it was January after all. . glancing up at her window, she thought of grabbing a jacket, but that would have waken up her brother. .
"What are you doing out here?"
Bra flinched. "I'm taking a walk."
"In the middle of the night in your nightwear?"
Though the girl didn't turn around, she could nearly feel Trunks' smirk.
"Sure, why not?"
"You're freezing.", he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "You should go back to bed."
"I can't sleep. . . "
Bra could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks and was lucky her older brother couldn't see it, even as he laid his chin onto her shoulder, leaning his head against hers.
"What do you think about watching TV with some pizza then?"
Five minutes later both siblings were lying on the big, cuddly couch, with Bra being stretched out on one side, leaning against the corner comfortably, and Trunks' head resting on her tummy. Watching talk shows which were repeated at night.
Trunks felt slightly uncomfortable. He clearly remembered what her body felt in his arms, warm silk against his skin, warmed up from her body heat. And what some more personal parts had felt when he accidentally had brushed them. At that thought, a light blush increased on his cheeks. Glancing up to his baby sister he currently was fantasizing about, he felt really bad for this thoughts, yet they were giving him a warm feeling. Sighing softly, he returned his attention to the TV:
'I guess I just can't help falling in love with you. . . '
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Sleeping wasn't exactly what Bra did this night. She lay awake and watched the nearly full moon beaming within the dark blue sky, and pale light was like smooth water in her room. Once again, the girl was in deep thought.
The comment Trunks made earlier had hurt, yes, but it didn't hurt every time he made those. Sighing, she stretched out on her four poster bed between her silken sheets and blanket, her hair cascading all around her and her arms crossed behind her head. The saiyan princess didn't even know the name of this guy anymore who dumped her. What had it been.. . ? Anyways, it wasn't important anymore, because Trunks was perfectly right. Bra nodded to herself in the semi-darkness.
She was something special, more special than Marron could ever be, even more special than Pan. . but that wasn't important either, because Pan was her friend. Bra sighed again, running one hand through her tresses. She loved the feeling of her hair between her fingers, caressing the chiselled surface of her skin, especially when it was freshly washed. Though, she shuddered a bit when the short silken top, which fell casually around her upper body, parted from her evenly silken panties, brushing coolly over the heated surface of her skin, leaving the area around her navel exposed to the almost chilling touch of her blanket. As much as Bra loved silk, it clearly wasn't made for chilly nights.
The girl rose, her legs dangling from the edge of her bed briefly, before she made her way to the mirror, staring at her reflection. Bra tilted her head and watched her hair cascading around her shoulders in soft locks, slightly lank because she just came out of bed, looked into her eyes and observed her body. Without undergarments under her favourite white nightwear, her body looked more mature, she thought. Not like the fourteen year old she was during day, as if she was someone else at night. Bra's muscles still ached a bit because of her training earlier, a glance at her clock told her it was 2 a.m. , so she decided to take a walk.
She didn't have to worry about her safety, for she was a fighter after all, the Saiyajin no Hime opened her window and hopped out, softly landing on her feet without making a sound. The dry grass tickled her feet, and Bra shuddered, it was January after all. . glancing up at her window, she thought of grabbing a jacket, but that would have waken up her brother. .
"What are you doing out here?"
Bra flinched. "I'm taking a walk."
"In the middle of the night in your nightwear?"
Though the girl didn't turn around, she could nearly feel Trunks' smirk.
"Sure, why not?"
"You're freezing.", he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "You should go back to bed."
"I can't sleep. . . "
Bra could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks and was lucky her older brother couldn't see it, even as he laid his chin onto her shoulder, leaning his head against hers.
"What do you think about watching TV with some pizza then?"
Five minutes later both siblings were lying on the big, cuddly couch, with Bra being stretched out on one side, leaning against the corner comfortably, and Trunks' head resting on her tummy. Watching talk shows which were repeated at night.
Trunks felt slightly uncomfortable. He clearly remembered what her body felt in his arms, warm silk against his skin, warmed up from her body heat. And what some more personal parts had felt when he accidentally had brushed them. At that thought, a light blush increased on his cheeks. Glancing up to his baby sister he currently was fantasizing about, he felt really bad for this thoughts, yet they were giving him a warm feeling. Sighing softly, he returned his attention to the TV:
'I guess I just can't help falling in love with you. . . '