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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 3
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All dolled up, her hair in tight, tiny spiral curls elegantly framing her face from where they tumbled gently from the small bun on top of her head, her makeup was done sparingly, only a light dab of blush on her naturally rose-tinted cheeks and her lashes coated in the thick black ink of mascara, Bra sat on the corner of her bed, the corsage held close to her chest as tears raced down her cheeks, leaving thin trails of mascara marking their paths.
Slowly pulling her hands, in which the corsage was tightly grasped, away from her chest, she looked at it in wonderment. Her expression then changed from that of awe to one of pure hatred as her eyes shot daggers at the small offending item.
She began to tear it apart, ripping each tiny attribute of it into minute pieces, each one suffering from her emotional outburst.
Screeching in agony, she yelled at the top of her lungs as she threw the torn flowers to the floor and ground them into the pale carpet with the sharp end of her heels.
Her mom had already made an effort to comfort her after hearing the awful news. Her father, he could care less and the same went for her brother. Pan wouldn't understand and Goten just didn't know. Marron was already off at college, too far a trip to make for only this one tiny incident and Uub, well, he was just too naive to comprehend.
Sobs echoed in the room. Her date, her current boyfriend, had called, saying he couldn't take her to prom tonight. Then, she heard him moan some other girl's name, telling her, with his hand clamped over the receiver, to stop fooling around because he was blowing his date off.
That crushed her beyond belief.
She had slammed the phone down, effectively breaking it in the process, but not before telling him to never call again, and yelling to "Kyoui" that she was a slut.
For the next thirty minutes she had sat on her bed, crying her heart out.
Not noticing the light steps climbing the stairs, she flung herself backwards across the bed, accidentally hiking her long princess skirt to shortly above her knees.
He opened the door gently, poking his head in to see if she was indeed still located in her room. Upon spotting her in her sprawled position, he entered, softly shutting the door behind him.
"Bra?" he called out quietly.
Sniffing once and wiping her nose on the back of her hand, a not-so-clean habit she had developed as a child and had never totally grown out of, she sat up.
"Yes?" Her voice was scratchy from all the crying she had done.
He walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Turning to her, he asked, "Are you okay? Want to talk about it?"
"Immediately the sobs started again, yet through them, she spilled the night' events to him, telling him everything, from how much she had thought she loved the boy to his horrible decline in her mind's eye as he was caught cheating on her that night, prom night, when he called to cancel their date.
Smiling sadly at the young blue haired girl before him, he took her hands in his and reassured her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known and that the young boy was the greatest fool on Chikyuu.
Sniffling again, she choked out, "But I still can't show my face at school again. Prom is the biggest social event of my high school career and if I don't go, I will be immediately denoted from popular to normal!"
Refraining from chuckling at her rather vain outburst, he told her that if necessary, he'd take her to prom and then she could brag that she went to prom with a baseball star.
Her eyes lit up at the prospect and a smile magically appeared on her face. Grabbing him by the arm, she took off down the stairs and out the door, wiping her eyes with a tissue she had gotten as she had gone by the table in the hall, calling out a quick goodbye to her parents as they were bickering in the extensive kitchen.
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She arrived home after a post-prom party which she had drug Yamcha to, a bit more than just tipsy because someone had spiked the punch and had put too much in it.
Giggling as he led her up to her room and as he lay her down in bed, the smile had never left her face.
As soon as she hit the sheets, a soft snore emanated from her lips, signaling she was asleep. Still in her prom dress, he covered her with the sheets and then, placing a soft kiss on her flawless forehead, he left the room to go and inform her parents of why she was so upset earlier and about the post-prom party they had attended.
Even though she was still sixteen, he protected her with everything he had and he always tried to be there for her when she needed him. It had gotten to where when Bulma and Vegeta couldn't get her to tell them, or when they needed someone to watch her, all they did was call the scar-face bachelor and he would be there instantly.
Yamcha had practically raised her, being there for her more often than her own parents and gaining more of her trust than they had.
He left the house contented. He had gotten a date with the girl he secretly admired and he relished in that sinful glorious glee.
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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 3
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All dolled up, her hair in tight, tiny spiral curls elegantly framing her face from where they tumbled gently from the small bun on top of her head, her makeup was done sparingly, only a light dab of blush on her naturally rose-tinted cheeks and her lashes coated in the thick black ink of mascara, Bra sat on the corner of her bed, the corsage held close to her chest as tears raced down her cheeks, leaving thin trails of mascara marking their paths.
Slowly pulling her hands, in which the corsage was tightly grasped, away from her chest, she looked at it in wonderment. Her expression then changed from that of awe to one of pure hatred as her eyes shot daggers at the small offending item.
She began to tear it apart, ripping each tiny attribute of it into minute pieces, each one suffering from her emotional outburst.
Screeching in agony, she yelled at the top of her lungs as she threw the torn flowers to the floor and ground them into the pale carpet with the sharp end of her heels.
Her mom had already made an effort to comfort her after hearing the awful news. Her father, he could care less and the same went for her brother. Pan wouldn't understand and Goten just didn't know. Marron was already off at college, too far a trip to make for only this one tiny incident and Uub, well, he was just too naive to comprehend.
Sobs echoed in the room. Her date, her current boyfriend, had called, saying he couldn't take her to prom tonight. Then, she heard him moan some other girl's name, telling her, with his hand clamped over the receiver, to stop fooling around because he was blowing his date off.
That crushed her beyond belief.
She had slammed the phone down, effectively breaking it in the process, but not before telling him to never call again, and yelling to "Kyoui" that she was a slut.
For the next thirty minutes she had sat on her bed, crying her heart out.
Not noticing the light steps climbing the stairs, she flung herself backwards across the bed, accidentally hiking her long princess skirt to shortly above her knees.
He opened the door gently, poking his head in to see if she was indeed still located in her room. Upon spotting her in her sprawled position, he entered, softly shutting the door behind him.
"Bra?" he called out quietly.
Sniffing once and wiping her nose on the back of her hand, a not-so-clean habit she had developed as a child and had never totally grown out of, she sat up.
"Yes?" Her voice was scratchy from all the crying she had done.
He walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Turning to her, he asked, "Are you okay? Want to talk about it?"
"Immediately the sobs started again, yet through them, she spilled the night' events to him, telling him everything, from how much she had thought she loved the boy to his horrible decline in her mind's eye as he was caught cheating on her that night, prom night, when he called to cancel their date.
Smiling sadly at the young blue haired girl before him, he took her hands in his and reassured her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known and that the young boy was the greatest fool on Chikyuu.
Sniffling again, she choked out, "But I still can't show my face at school again. Prom is the biggest social event of my high school career and if I don't go, I will be immediately denoted from popular to normal!"
Refraining from chuckling at her rather vain outburst, he told her that if necessary, he'd take her to prom and then she could brag that she went to prom with a baseball star.
Her eyes lit up at the prospect and a smile magically appeared on her face. Grabbing him by the arm, she took off down the stairs and out the door, wiping her eyes with a tissue she had gotten as she had gone by the table in the hall, calling out a quick goodbye to her parents as they were bickering in the extensive kitchen.
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She arrived home after a post-prom party which she had drug Yamcha to, a bit more than just tipsy because someone had spiked the punch and had put too much in it.
Giggling as he led her up to her room and as he lay her down in bed, the smile had never left her face.
As soon as she hit the sheets, a soft snore emanated from her lips, signaling she was asleep. Still in her prom dress, he covered her with the sheets and then, placing a soft kiss on her flawless forehead, he left the room to go and inform her parents of why she was so upset earlier and about the post-prom party they had attended.
Even though she was still sixteen, he protected her with everything he had and he always tried to be there for her when she needed him. It had gotten to where when Bulma and Vegeta couldn't get her to tell them, or when they needed someone to watch her, all they did was call the scar-face bachelor and he would be there instantly.
Yamcha had practically raised her, being there for her more often than her own parents and gaining more of her trust than they had.
He left the house contented. He had gotten a date with the girl he secretly admired and he relished in that sinful glorious glee.
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