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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 1
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Bra collapsed on the bench beside the scar-faced ex-warrior, relishing in his company. She cuddled closer to her guardian and fell asleep breathing in the warm musky smell that permeated the atmosphere around her, coming from him, and that seemed to invoke so much comfort in her.
He had been assigned to baby-sit her once again by Bulma and Vegeta as they went to their latest business dinner, taking Trunks with them this time so he could become accustomed to the etiquette involved.
So, as a treat for how well she'd behaved the past twenty or so times he'd watched her, he had taken her to the park to watch the "Satan Day" fireworks and parade. After they were over, she had been exhausted, yet she wouldn't admit it, instead asking for a triple-scoop ice-cream, decked out with whip cream, sprinkles, and chocolate sauce, which was amazing because as soon as it was placed on top, it slid down the sides and dripped to the bricked walk below her.
At only eight, she was already a beauty, and even though her figure hadn't yet formed, one could tell she'd be dazzling when it finally came.
Avoiding the pedophiliac thoughts, Yamcha moved on, picking up the now snoring girl with aqua tresses, and carried her back to Capsule Corp, singing a soft lullaby as he made his way through the busy night life filling the dangerous streets.
Dodging yet another drunk, he finally reached the high security gates of the compound, and after entering the age old password combination, he stepped through, remembering to quickly shut them behind him to ensure the safety of Capsule Corp's inhabitants.
Continuing on his trip up the long flight of stairs, he went into the pale pink room belonging to the young Saiya-jin princess, and laying her in her soft cotton sheets, pulled the covers up over her head.
Opening her groggy eyes, she saw as he began to leave, getting ready to softly shut the door behind him, yet she wasn't ready for him to go just yet, so she called out quietly.
"Mr. Yamcha..."
He turned, acknowledging her small voice, and then made his way back into the room, walking over to sit down on the lower corner of the bed, making a tiny squeak as he did so.
"Yes, Bra?" He asked, keeping the same soft whispering tone she had began with.
"Tell me a story." She prompted, sitting herself up in bed and propping herself against the abundance of pillows which adorned the simple yet elegant piece of furniture.
"What about?" Yamcha questioned.
"A princess!" Chirped Bra, the fire lighting in her once sleepy eyes that were now wide awake and full of childish vigor.
"Alright," He said slowly, pondering over how to begin and the story line he would chose this time.
Glancing back at the girl so comfortable against her array of pillows, he began.
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Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a young girl dressed in the finest clothing that money could buy. She had everything anyone could want, from the most mouth watering morsels to the latest toys the inventors had fashioned out.
Except, the girl was unhappy. She frowned all day and refused to have anything to do with her new toys and the delicious food, much to her parent's unrest. They tried everything to get her to smile, yet they tried in vain.
The girl continued to mope around in depression.
Until, one day, while staring from the top of her tower room, she spied, coming her way on an old white horse, a knight, adorned in rusting armor and seeming all around bedraggled.
Immediately her heart cried out for her to help him, and so, running down the long flight of stairs to the front gate, she had the guards lower the drawbridge for him and she let him in.
For weeks she treated his wounds and she even had him new armor made, until he was finally ready to leave.
However, his heart didn't want him to. In the time he had spent in the castle, he had grown to love the young princess and, after attaining her father's permission, he planned on asking for the girl's hand in marriage.
There was but one problem, he was so much older than her, he didn't think the beautiful royal child would want anything to do with him romantically.
In the end, however, he finally asked her father, and he then asked the princess. Receiving a "Oh! Yes!" in response, he planned out their wedding which would be held once she was of an eligible age, and then the two lived happily ever after...
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When Yamcha had finally finished his story, he glanced over to see Bra sleeping peacefully, a smile playing across her lips in her dream world, reflecting its joy into reality.
Pulling up the corner of the sheets where they had fallen off of her, he left the room without a second glance to the young girl whom he cared for so much.
"She's only eight" He reminded himself as he headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee as he sat up to wait for Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks to arrive home from their late night business dinner. "Only eight" He muttered one last time before erasing the thoughts from his consciousness.
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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 1
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Bra collapsed on the bench beside the scar-faced ex-warrior, relishing in his company. She cuddled closer to her guardian and fell asleep breathing in the warm musky smell that permeated the atmosphere around her, coming from him, and that seemed to invoke so much comfort in her.
He had been assigned to baby-sit her once again by Bulma and Vegeta as they went to their latest business dinner, taking Trunks with them this time so he could become accustomed to the etiquette involved.
So, as a treat for how well she'd behaved the past twenty or so times he'd watched her, he had taken her to the park to watch the "Satan Day" fireworks and parade. After they were over, she had been exhausted, yet she wouldn't admit it, instead asking for a triple-scoop ice-cream, decked out with whip cream, sprinkles, and chocolate sauce, which was amazing because as soon as it was placed on top, it slid down the sides and dripped to the bricked walk below her.
At only eight, she was already a beauty, and even though her figure hadn't yet formed, one could tell she'd be dazzling when it finally came.
Avoiding the pedophiliac thoughts, Yamcha moved on, picking up the now snoring girl with aqua tresses, and carried her back to Capsule Corp, singing a soft lullaby as he made his way through the busy night life filling the dangerous streets.
Dodging yet another drunk, he finally reached the high security gates of the compound, and after entering the age old password combination, he stepped through, remembering to quickly shut them behind him to ensure the safety of Capsule Corp's inhabitants.
Continuing on his trip up the long flight of stairs, he went into the pale pink room belonging to the young Saiya-jin princess, and laying her in her soft cotton sheets, pulled the covers up over her head.
Opening her groggy eyes, she saw as he began to leave, getting ready to softly shut the door behind him, yet she wasn't ready for him to go just yet, so she called out quietly.
"Mr. Yamcha..."
He turned, acknowledging her small voice, and then made his way back into the room, walking over to sit down on the lower corner of the bed, making a tiny squeak as he did so.
"Yes, Bra?" He asked, keeping the same soft whispering tone she had began with.
"Tell me a story." She prompted, sitting herself up in bed and propping herself against the abundance of pillows which adorned the simple yet elegant piece of furniture.
"What about?" Yamcha questioned.
"A princess!" Chirped Bra, the fire lighting in her once sleepy eyes that were now wide awake and full of childish vigor.
"Alright," He said slowly, pondering over how to begin and the story line he would chose this time.
Glancing back at the girl so comfortable against her array of pillows, he began.
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Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a young girl dressed in the finest clothing that money could buy. She had everything anyone could want, from the most mouth watering morsels to the latest toys the inventors had fashioned out.
Except, the girl was unhappy. She frowned all day and refused to have anything to do with her new toys and the delicious food, much to her parent's unrest. They tried everything to get her to smile, yet they tried in vain.
The girl continued to mope around in depression.
Until, one day, while staring from the top of her tower room, she spied, coming her way on an old white horse, a knight, adorned in rusting armor and seeming all around bedraggled.
Immediately her heart cried out for her to help him, and so, running down the long flight of stairs to the front gate, she had the guards lower the drawbridge for him and she let him in.
For weeks she treated his wounds and she even had him new armor made, until he was finally ready to leave.
However, his heart didn't want him to. In the time he had spent in the castle, he had grown to love the young princess and, after attaining her father's permission, he planned on asking for the girl's hand in marriage.
There was but one problem, he was so much older than her, he didn't think the beautiful royal child would want anything to do with him romantically.
In the end, however, he finally asked her father, and he then asked the princess. Receiving a "Oh! Yes!" in response, he planned out their wedding which would be held once she was of an eligible age, and then the two lived happily ever after...
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When Yamcha had finally finished his story, he glanced over to see Bra sleeping peacefully, a smile playing across her lips in her dream world, reflecting its joy into reality.
Pulling up the corner of the sheets where they had fallen off of her, he left the room without a second glance to the young girl whom he cared for so much.
"She's only eight" He reminded himself as he headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee as he sat up to wait for Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks to arrive home from their late night business dinner. "Only eight" He muttered one last time before erasing the thoughts from his consciousness.
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