Chapter Two
Introductions and The Bet
Disclaimer: I OWN NADA!! Sad and true.
Oh yeah, a couple notes before I start. Um.. Trunks and Bra are only step siblings in this, so don't think I'm full of incest in this, ok?? Thanks!
"I can't tell you how happy we are that our little Panny is going to be attending Orange Star with you this fall. You've always been an inspiration to Gohan and I on raising her. We just hope she can rise to the high standards which you've set for her," a middle-aged raven haired woman, named Videl, smiled at the blue haired beauty that sat before her. The young woman smiled at her elder.
"I will definitely do my best to help her," she nodded. The younger woman, sitting by Videl gazed around the room.
"Gosh! This place is amazing!" her brown eyes glowed as she looked around the enormous living room by high standards, with a view that overlooks the Tokyo City Park. Eclectic art from around the world emphasized the Briefs passion for travel across the world. The trio sat on 2 plush and very extravagant love seats, sipping on tea, discussing topics, and Pan's enrollment into Orange Star Academy. Videl and the young mistress of the house were dressed in very formal clothes, while Pan wore a koala bear shirt, and a short white skirt.
"Yes, a lot of the town houses in Tokyo are very rich and very famous for their architecture," the blue haired young woman smiled at Pan. Videl then grabbed her daughters hand. Pan gasped at the sudden movement.
"Bra is a straight A student at Orange Star as well as being President of the Student Council. Listen to whatever she has to say and you'll go far," Videl ordered. Pan blushed, and tugged lightly on her koala bear shirt.
"You are too kind, Videl," Bra smiled. Videl laughed.
"How do you do it, Bra, darling? Aren't you ever swayed by peer pressure at your school? Where do you get your strength?"
"I know this may sound corny, but whenever the temptation of peer pressure comes to me," Bra fumbles around in her coat pocket in search for something. She smiled and brought out a silver crucifix, a little bigger than normal. "Well, He always helps me through it. That is why I carry this around all the time. God helps me in so many ways. I feel, God, has put his everlasting love upon me, so then I feel safe."
"That is so beautiful," Videl's eyes watered with admiration, as Bra fondles her crucifix with the utmost affection. Pan shrugs.
"What are the boys like?" Pan asks. Videl shockingly turns to Pan, and gasped in disgust.
"Oh really Pan? Is that all that is on your mind these days?" Videl turns to Bra. "Forgive my daughter, Bra darling. She hasn't been introduced into a co-educational facility before."
"Don't worry, it's very understandable. Most of the boys that enroll at Orange Star Academy are very upstanding gentleman, however there are the occasional bad apples," Bra casually smiled.
"Like your step-brother Trunks. I can't believe they didn't expel him after what he did to the secretary!" Videl frowned.
"I hear she is recovering quite well," a masculine voice filled the air. Videl turned towards the entry way, and saw a masculine, well groomed Trunks leaning on the banister. He smiled at her, and made his way towards them. "Nice.. To.. See.. You.. Again.. Mrs Son.." Trunks leaned into Videl's ear, spoken a bit loud. Videl gasped. She shook her head, and Trunks sat himself next to Bra.
"You do remember my daughter, Pan, don't you Trunks?" Videl motioned to her daughter, who just happened to be sitting, knees apart, twirling her hair. Trunks smirked.
"My, my, my. What an ADORABLE shirt you are wearing, Pan! You know, I absolutely LOVE koala bears."
"Thank you," Pan giggled, tugging on her shirt again. "Daddy just took me on a trip to Australia. He bought me this shirt, for a souvenir!"
"Oh really? Well, how are things down under?" Trunks looked to her skirt. "Blossoming, I hope." He smirked. Videl gasped, noticing his gaze, and closed her daughter's legs.
"Our Panny will be attending Orange Star Academy with you this fall," Videl glared at Trunks, who only smiled innocently at Videl.
"Wonderful," he smiled. "Orange Star will be.. excited, to have you. As I am." He smirked at Videl, who uncomfortably shifted, in her seat.
"What year student are you, Trunks?" Pan asked, innocently.
"Fifth year, thank you very much."
"But I though Orange Star only went up to four.."
"Well, it is, only to the people who aren't fuck ups, like myself." Trunks winked. Videl cleared her throat.
"Oh, look at the time, we best be on our way," Videl turned to Bra, and grabed her hand. "Thank you ever-so-much for helping us in Pan's 'time of need,' as we call it." Bra walked over to Pan.
"I will call you some time over the next couple days, so we can plan out your curriculum," Bra nodded. Pan smiled big, and gave Bra a big bear hug, while Bra, not being noticed, frowned in disgust.
"Thanks soooo much Bra! I know we're gonna be like best friends!" Pan giggled. She turned to Trunks. "Nice.. um.. Meeting you.." she blushed. Trunks kissed her hand.
"No, Panny, the pleasure is ALL mine," Trunks whispered.
"Let us go Pan, Ciao all!" and with a wave of her hand, Videl strode out of the room, with an excited Pan behind her. Trunks followed them out of the room, and slammed the door once they left.
"Holy FUCK! Can someone PLEASE tell me why Mrs. I-think-I'm-so-fucking- perfect and her daughter are in my house?" Trunks glared at Bra, then sat down on the couch, head in hands.
"Oh, dear Trunks, I'm just taking the poor girl under my wing," Bra smiled. Trunks grunted. Bra took out her silver crucifix, and unscrewed the top. She pulled out a tiny spoon. "Oh, our dear parental units called, while you were out."
"Wonderful!" Trunks clasped his hands together, with a mock smile. "And how is your darling gold digging whore of a mother enjoying her visit to Italy, with my inheritance?" Bra smirked.
"She suspects your alcoholic father of fucking our maid, again." She twirled the spoon around in the crucifix, and brought out a white mound of powder. "Whatever is the matter, Trunks? Therapy not going too well?" She brought the spoon up to her nose, and with a long whiff, the contents were all gone. Trunks shook his head.
"It's fine." He got up from the couch, and paced behind Bra, who was gently checking her nose. "I am just sick of sleeping with these ignorant fools, Bra. Nothing shocks them anymore. I feel as if I am loosing my touch." He sat down next to Bra, in an armchair, and sighed.
"Poor baby. Well, you need not worry your little touchy off any longer. I have a 'mission' for you," Bra smirked.
"What is it now?"
"You do remember Hiro Takoshi."
"The shit-brick that dumped you over Labor Day Weekend?"
"He didn't dump me, Trunks. We had a parting of the ways, that is all." Trunks stared at her. Bra blushed and smacked him on the arm. "Fine, he freaking dumped me." She sighed. Trunks smiled.
"Anyway, I went to great lengths to please Hiro. Huge sacrifices were made on my part to keep him happy."
"Swallow?" Trunks smirked.
"What do you think?" Bra frowned. "In any event, my feelings were very hurt when I learned that he had fallen for someone else. Someone chastè... pure... innocent."
"None other than Pan Son, hmm?" Trunks snickered.
"I do not find this funny."
"So, this is what its all about, you conniving little bitch," Trunks mocked: "'We'll get together and plan your curriculum.' You're full of shit."
"Like my mother always says, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' When I get through with her, she'll be the premier Blow Job Queen of Orange Star Academy and Hiro's heart will be shattered into billions of pieces."
"But, why go through Pan? Why not just go for Hiro?"
"Because if there's an attack made on Hiro, it could be traced back to me. I can't allow that to happen. Everybody loves me and I intend to keep it that way."
"I see your point," Trunks nodded. "But why do you need me, darling?"
"I need you to seduce our young, fertile Pan. Introduce her to your world of decadence and debauchery."
"Sounds inspiring."
"She's quite cute you know. Young supple breasts, a tight firm ass, and an uncharted little snatch," Bra stated, erotically touching herself. Trunks licked his lips. "Be her Captain Picard, Trunks. Boldly go where no man has ever gone before." Trunks placed his hand over Bra's as she continued to rub herself. He thought for a moment.
"I can't." Bra pouted.
"Why not?"
"Oh come on, Bra. It's way too easy. 'But I thought Orange Star was only four years.' I mean, please. She knows absolutely nothing! I could have her under the table at Le France Elégant sucking me off before the appetizer even arrived. Go get one of those moron friends of yours to do it. I have a reputation to uphold."
"I could, but fucking the therapist's daughter is a challenge?"
"That, dearest Bra, was called revenge, and it was bittersweet, " Trunks rolled his eyes. "What I have planned is, oh so grand. It requires sheer genius on my part." He took a magazine out of his inside coat pocket, and threw it on the table in front of Bra.
"Trunks, please. I don't want to know about Orlando Bloom and Kate Bosworth right now. Or this article about one girls obsession about a stupid character from a trilogy of movies, that has to do with a stupid ring."
"Shut up, turn to page 34." Bra picked up the magazine with her carefully manicured hands, and turned the pages. She stopped on page 34, showing a young blonde, and a caption reading, *My Virginity: Why I Plan To Wait* By, Marron Chestnut, Age 17, from Satan City, Japan.
"Kami, is this girl for real?" Bra read it, laughing.
"Oh yes. I've read it over and over again. This baby's the real deal. 'Daddy's little angel.' A paradigm of chastity and virtue."
"And, what DO you plan to do? Fly over to Kansas and woo little Dorothy?"
"It just so happens we're not in Kansas anymore. Our little angel's father has accepted the new headmaster position at Orange Star. She's staying with my aunt up in the country while Daddy sells his house. Can you imagine what this would do for my reputation? Screwing the new headmaster's virginal daughter before school starts? It will be my greatest victory."
"You say will as if you have conquered her already. You don't stand a chance. Even this is out of your league."
"Care to bet?"
"Maybe."
"Oh well, duty calls! Time to add another section to my work of art." He held up a leather bound, worn journal.
"Oh my, Trunks, your little journal. Could you be even more queer?" she said, eyeing it.
"Could you be more desperate to read it?" Trunks headed towards the door, journal in hand.
"Trunks, about that little wager of yours, count me in, but on my terms." Bra smirked. Trunks turned around and walked over to Bra.
"And they are?"
"If I win, I get that hot little Porsche of yours."
"And if I win?" Trunks asked. Bra walked over to Trunks seductively.
"I'll give you something you've been jerking off about ever since our parents got married," Bra traced a line on Trunks fly of his pants. "Be more specific." "I will fuck your brains out." She licked the tip of his nose. "What makes you think I'd go for that bet?" Trunks asked. "That's a seventy thousand dollar car." "Because I happen to be the only person you cant have. And it kills you." Bra smirked. "Do we have a deal?"
"No fucking way, that car means everything to me."
"But Trunks," Bra turned around and rubbed her backside against him. "You can put it.. Anywhere.."
"Even.. There?"
"It would feel so yummy." Bra seductively whispered in his ear. Trunks turned her around, and shook her hand. He walked out the door, with a bit of difficulty. "Happy Hunting!" Bra called after him. She walked over to the lounge sofa, and layed down. "You are going to wish you were NEVER born." OK OK! Thats it! I got the second chapter up! Like it? Love it? Questions? Comments? E-mail me at: legolasluverchick@yahoo.com Or Review.. That's cool too. XOXO! Thanks for reading!
P.S. Also, thanks to the beautiful people who reviewed through e-mails and on ff.net. They know who they are!
Introductions and The Bet
Disclaimer: I OWN NADA!! Sad and true.
Oh yeah, a couple notes before I start. Um.. Trunks and Bra are only step siblings in this, so don't think I'm full of incest in this, ok?? Thanks!
"I can't tell you how happy we are that our little Panny is going to be attending Orange Star with you this fall. You've always been an inspiration to Gohan and I on raising her. We just hope she can rise to the high standards which you've set for her," a middle-aged raven haired woman, named Videl, smiled at the blue haired beauty that sat before her. The young woman smiled at her elder.
"I will definitely do my best to help her," she nodded. The younger woman, sitting by Videl gazed around the room.
"Gosh! This place is amazing!" her brown eyes glowed as she looked around the enormous living room by high standards, with a view that overlooks the Tokyo City Park. Eclectic art from around the world emphasized the Briefs passion for travel across the world. The trio sat on 2 plush and very extravagant love seats, sipping on tea, discussing topics, and Pan's enrollment into Orange Star Academy. Videl and the young mistress of the house were dressed in very formal clothes, while Pan wore a koala bear shirt, and a short white skirt.
"Yes, a lot of the town houses in Tokyo are very rich and very famous for their architecture," the blue haired young woman smiled at Pan. Videl then grabbed her daughters hand. Pan gasped at the sudden movement.
"Bra is a straight A student at Orange Star as well as being President of the Student Council. Listen to whatever she has to say and you'll go far," Videl ordered. Pan blushed, and tugged lightly on her koala bear shirt.
"You are too kind, Videl," Bra smiled. Videl laughed.
"How do you do it, Bra, darling? Aren't you ever swayed by peer pressure at your school? Where do you get your strength?"
"I know this may sound corny, but whenever the temptation of peer pressure comes to me," Bra fumbles around in her coat pocket in search for something. She smiled and brought out a silver crucifix, a little bigger than normal. "Well, He always helps me through it. That is why I carry this around all the time. God helps me in so many ways. I feel, God, has put his everlasting love upon me, so then I feel safe."
"That is so beautiful," Videl's eyes watered with admiration, as Bra fondles her crucifix with the utmost affection. Pan shrugs.
"What are the boys like?" Pan asks. Videl shockingly turns to Pan, and gasped in disgust.
"Oh really Pan? Is that all that is on your mind these days?" Videl turns to Bra. "Forgive my daughter, Bra darling. She hasn't been introduced into a co-educational facility before."
"Don't worry, it's very understandable. Most of the boys that enroll at Orange Star Academy are very upstanding gentleman, however there are the occasional bad apples," Bra casually smiled.
"Like your step-brother Trunks. I can't believe they didn't expel him after what he did to the secretary!" Videl frowned.
"I hear she is recovering quite well," a masculine voice filled the air. Videl turned towards the entry way, and saw a masculine, well groomed Trunks leaning on the banister. He smiled at her, and made his way towards them. "Nice.. To.. See.. You.. Again.. Mrs Son.." Trunks leaned into Videl's ear, spoken a bit loud. Videl gasped. She shook her head, and Trunks sat himself next to Bra.
"You do remember my daughter, Pan, don't you Trunks?" Videl motioned to her daughter, who just happened to be sitting, knees apart, twirling her hair. Trunks smirked.
"My, my, my. What an ADORABLE shirt you are wearing, Pan! You know, I absolutely LOVE koala bears."
"Thank you," Pan giggled, tugging on her shirt again. "Daddy just took me on a trip to Australia. He bought me this shirt, for a souvenir!"
"Oh really? Well, how are things down under?" Trunks looked to her skirt. "Blossoming, I hope." He smirked. Videl gasped, noticing his gaze, and closed her daughter's legs.
"Our Panny will be attending Orange Star Academy with you this fall," Videl glared at Trunks, who only smiled innocently at Videl.
"Wonderful," he smiled. "Orange Star will be.. excited, to have you. As I am." He smirked at Videl, who uncomfortably shifted, in her seat.
"What year student are you, Trunks?" Pan asked, innocently.
"Fifth year, thank you very much."
"But I though Orange Star only went up to four.."
"Well, it is, only to the people who aren't fuck ups, like myself." Trunks winked. Videl cleared her throat.
"Oh, look at the time, we best be on our way," Videl turned to Bra, and grabed her hand. "Thank you ever-so-much for helping us in Pan's 'time of need,' as we call it." Bra walked over to Pan.
"I will call you some time over the next couple days, so we can plan out your curriculum," Bra nodded. Pan smiled big, and gave Bra a big bear hug, while Bra, not being noticed, frowned in disgust.
"Thanks soooo much Bra! I know we're gonna be like best friends!" Pan giggled. She turned to Trunks. "Nice.. um.. Meeting you.." she blushed. Trunks kissed her hand.
"No, Panny, the pleasure is ALL mine," Trunks whispered.
"Let us go Pan, Ciao all!" and with a wave of her hand, Videl strode out of the room, with an excited Pan behind her. Trunks followed them out of the room, and slammed the door once they left.
"Holy FUCK! Can someone PLEASE tell me why Mrs. I-think-I'm-so-fucking- perfect and her daughter are in my house?" Trunks glared at Bra, then sat down on the couch, head in hands.
"Oh, dear Trunks, I'm just taking the poor girl under my wing," Bra smiled. Trunks grunted. Bra took out her silver crucifix, and unscrewed the top. She pulled out a tiny spoon. "Oh, our dear parental units called, while you were out."
"Wonderful!" Trunks clasped his hands together, with a mock smile. "And how is your darling gold digging whore of a mother enjoying her visit to Italy, with my inheritance?" Bra smirked.
"She suspects your alcoholic father of fucking our maid, again." She twirled the spoon around in the crucifix, and brought out a white mound of powder. "Whatever is the matter, Trunks? Therapy not going too well?" She brought the spoon up to her nose, and with a long whiff, the contents were all gone. Trunks shook his head.
"It's fine." He got up from the couch, and paced behind Bra, who was gently checking her nose. "I am just sick of sleeping with these ignorant fools, Bra. Nothing shocks them anymore. I feel as if I am loosing my touch." He sat down next to Bra, in an armchair, and sighed.
"Poor baby. Well, you need not worry your little touchy off any longer. I have a 'mission' for you," Bra smirked.
"What is it now?"
"You do remember Hiro Takoshi."
"The shit-brick that dumped you over Labor Day Weekend?"
"He didn't dump me, Trunks. We had a parting of the ways, that is all." Trunks stared at her. Bra blushed and smacked him on the arm. "Fine, he freaking dumped me." She sighed. Trunks smiled.
"Anyway, I went to great lengths to please Hiro. Huge sacrifices were made on my part to keep him happy."
"Swallow?" Trunks smirked.
"What do you think?" Bra frowned. "In any event, my feelings were very hurt when I learned that he had fallen for someone else. Someone chastè... pure... innocent."
"None other than Pan Son, hmm?" Trunks snickered.
"I do not find this funny."
"So, this is what its all about, you conniving little bitch," Trunks mocked: "'We'll get together and plan your curriculum.' You're full of shit."
"Like my mother always says, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' When I get through with her, she'll be the premier Blow Job Queen of Orange Star Academy and Hiro's heart will be shattered into billions of pieces."
"But, why go through Pan? Why not just go for Hiro?"
"Because if there's an attack made on Hiro, it could be traced back to me. I can't allow that to happen. Everybody loves me and I intend to keep it that way."
"I see your point," Trunks nodded. "But why do you need me, darling?"
"I need you to seduce our young, fertile Pan. Introduce her to your world of decadence and debauchery."
"Sounds inspiring."
"She's quite cute you know. Young supple breasts, a tight firm ass, and an uncharted little snatch," Bra stated, erotically touching herself. Trunks licked his lips. "Be her Captain Picard, Trunks. Boldly go where no man has ever gone before." Trunks placed his hand over Bra's as she continued to rub herself. He thought for a moment.
"I can't." Bra pouted.
"Why not?"
"Oh come on, Bra. It's way too easy. 'But I thought Orange Star was only four years.' I mean, please. She knows absolutely nothing! I could have her under the table at Le France Elégant sucking me off before the appetizer even arrived. Go get one of those moron friends of yours to do it. I have a reputation to uphold."
"I could, but fucking the therapist's daughter is a challenge?"
"That, dearest Bra, was called revenge, and it was bittersweet, " Trunks rolled his eyes. "What I have planned is, oh so grand. It requires sheer genius on my part." He took a magazine out of his inside coat pocket, and threw it on the table in front of Bra.
"Trunks, please. I don't want to know about Orlando Bloom and Kate Bosworth right now. Or this article about one girls obsession about a stupid character from a trilogy of movies, that has to do with a stupid ring."
"Shut up, turn to page 34." Bra picked up the magazine with her carefully manicured hands, and turned the pages. She stopped on page 34, showing a young blonde, and a caption reading, *My Virginity: Why I Plan To Wait* By, Marron Chestnut, Age 17, from Satan City, Japan.
"Kami, is this girl for real?" Bra read it, laughing.
"Oh yes. I've read it over and over again. This baby's the real deal. 'Daddy's little angel.' A paradigm of chastity and virtue."
"And, what DO you plan to do? Fly over to Kansas and woo little Dorothy?"
"It just so happens we're not in Kansas anymore. Our little angel's father has accepted the new headmaster position at Orange Star. She's staying with my aunt up in the country while Daddy sells his house. Can you imagine what this would do for my reputation? Screwing the new headmaster's virginal daughter before school starts? It will be my greatest victory."
"You say will as if you have conquered her already. You don't stand a chance. Even this is out of your league."
"Care to bet?"
"Maybe."
"Oh well, duty calls! Time to add another section to my work of art." He held up a leather bound, worn journal.
"Oh my, Trunks, your little journal. Could you be even more queer?" she said, eyeing it.
"Could you be more desperate to read it?" Trunks headed towards the door, journal in hand.
"Trunks, about that little wager of yours, count me in, but on my terms." Bra smirked. Trunks turned around and walked over to Bra.
"And they are?"
"If I win, I get that hot little Porsche of yours."
"And if I win?" Trunks asked. Bra walked over to Trunks seductively.
"I'll give you something you've been jerking off about ever since our parents got married," Bra traced a line on Trunks fly of his pants. "Be more specific." "I will fuck your brains out." She licked the tip of his nose. "What makes you think I'd go for that bet?" Trunks asked. "That's a seventy thousand dollar car." "Because I happen to be the only person you cant have. And it kills you." Bra smirked. "Do we have a deal?"
"No fucking way, that car means everything to me."
"But Trunks," Bra turned around and rubbed her backside against him. "You can put it.. Anywhere.."
"Even.. There?"
"It would feel so yummy." Bra seductively whispered in his ear. Trunks turned her around, and shook her hand. He walked out the door, with a bit of difficulty. "Happy Hunting!" Bra called after him. She walked over to the lounge sofa, and layed down. "You are going to wish you were NEVER born." OK OK! Thats it! I got the second chapter up! Like it? Love it? Questions? Comments? E-mail me at: legolasluverchick@yahoo.com Or Review.. That's cool too. XOXO! Thanks for reading!
P.S. Also, thanks to the beautiful people who reviewed through e-mails and on ff.net. They know who they are!