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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 6
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Yawning, stretching her arms far above her head and kicking off her light sheets at the same time, Bra smiled at the dawning day, greeting it with more glee than a girl waking at seven in the morning should.
She got dressed in a daze, totally disconnected from the world, all the while humming a soft tune to herself, twirling around in front of the mirror, dancing with herself in her ecstatic mood.
Calming down a bit as she exited the room and made her way downstairs, covering her mouth with her hand in order to stifle another yawn threatening to escape, she finally entered the kitchen and began preparing her breakfast.
Her secret, in an attempt to control her Saiyan appetite throughout the day, was simple. All she had to do was eat a very large breakfast to start her day and then refrain from eating huge portions for the rest of the day. If worst came to worst, she could always have a late night snack before going to bed to help calm the insatiable Saiyan stomach. She could normally resist that last snack. Normally.
Last night however, she should have taken that snack, but instead she went straight to bed, too preoccupied with her engagement.
At that thought, she looked down at her finger and squealed in excitement at spotting the rock resting on her slender digit.
The smile on her face was now spreading from ear to ear.
However, the infectious grin was suppressed by a loud growl emanating from her midsection. Taking the hint, she sped up on her preparation of a couple slices of French toast, dripping with syrup and powdered sugar, four hash browns, fried to a crisp, a few pancakes, slathered only with butter and sprinkled with regular sugar, a large grapefruit, also coated with sugar, two bowls of some kind of corn puff cereal and one cup of orange juice, three of coffee, mixed with sugar and sweetened condensed milk, and one small glass of milk.
Very healthy indeed.
Like a human black hole, she inhaled every single food item she had made and just as quickly.
Rubbing her now full abdomen, over four hours since she had woken up, she went down the hall to brush her teeth before popping out her capsule convertible, the newest edition, and headed downtown, into the heart of West Capital City to visit her good buddy Yamcha and deliver the news.
She'd decided doing it in person would be so much better than over the phone and it gave her an excuse to go out to lunch and catch up with him.
She hadn't seen him for quite a few months, not since he had become "serious" with that one chick.
Personally, she thought the girl was anorexic and rather money-hungry, but of course, it was only her opinion, and she would never tell him she didn't like her, especially not if she was making him happy.
However, she expected more honesty out of Yamcha. She hoped that if, hopefully not, but if he disapproved of her relationship with Conan, although she figured he would have said something a long time ago, that he would say it now and she'd immediately break it off.
That was how much she respected his opinion.
So here she was, racing down the highway, the cool morning breeze whipping her hair about, tossing the loose strands into her eyes as she sung her heart out to the music blaring on the radio, her volume drowning out the mellow sound of the lyrics, something about the cruelties of love.
It was okay. She sounded better than him anyway.
Finally, she pulled up outside of her scar-faced companion's rather meek apartment and honked the horn loudly, listening as it echoed through the silent streets.
Staring up at the window she recognized as his, she waited a few minutes before honking again. This time, a barely perceptible movement behind the simple blinds, followed by a dark eye peering through a crack made in them, signaled he had finally gotten the message.
In about ten minutes he would be out, and if she knew him as well as she thought she did, he would be almost as ravenous as Goku first thing in the morning.
Tapping newly painted pale pink nails against the expensive leather of her steering wheel, Bra impatiently waited for her mentor, getting mildly frustrated with his tardiness. It had been ten minutes and the man still hadn't shown his face out the double doors entering the apartment complex.
Figuring he had female company over, Bra gave him about five more minutes to explain to his guest why he was taking off so early. She only hoped it wasn't that one woman he was so serious about. She really didn't like her.
Time was up. She stuck the keys in the ignition and was preparing to start the car and drive off when she heard the onyx-haired bandit call out her name, telling her to wait just a second.
She started the car anyway, however she did wait for him to slide into the passenger seat. Looking at him as if for an explanation, searching his expression for any clue with her sapphire eyes, she almost immediately found her answer.
There, nestled on the lower part of his neck, right above where it connected to his shoulder, she found her evidence. In his haste, he had done a poor job of covering it up, and feeling her scrutinizing gaze, he realized his mistake.
Blushing crimson, he stuttered for an excuse, but came up with nothing. Bra just dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand and turned down the music, instead asking him about the meal ahead.
"Do you want to grab a bite to eat? I presume you haven't eaten yet?"
"Uh, no I haven't. Let's see though. Have you heard of Benihanna's? It's supposed to be the new craze. I wouldn't mind checking it out."
"Got cash?" was all Bra asked, and receiving a guilty smile in response, waved him off once again, saying she would catch the tab this time, but he owed her.
Walking into the restaurant, using her mother's prestigious position in society to gain a table without reservation, Bra ordered a small salad and Yamcha got a large burger with fries and all the condiments.
Waiting for their food, Yamcha got comfortable and decided to get down to the point of her visit.
"What brought you out to my place anyway? Any new juicy gossip?" He began, mimicking a young schoolgirl almost perfectly in his tone.
Laughing slightly at her friend's antics, she responded, "You remember that Conan guy I told you about?"
"Yeah. How is it going between ya'll two anyway? Are you still seeing him?"
"Everything's going great. In fact, he just proposed to me last night!" She exclaimed, and displayed her left hand for Yamcha to see, allowing him full view of the delicate ring placed on her finger.
"Wow..."
"I know! To think, after three years of dating, he and I are finally going to tie the knot! It's about time though, don't you think?"
Yamcha's face seemed somewhat stricken for a second, but he quickly recovered, and smiled genuinely for the girl in front of him.
Once again mimicking the air headed girls, he fanned his hands rapidly near his face and took short, shallow breaths, taking time to wipe away a fake tear.
"Oh, I just don't know what to say. I'm just so happy! I can't believe it!" He covered his mouth with only the tips of his fingers in fake shock.
Bra, laughing loudly this time, just lightly slapped him, saying how this was serious. Finally the pair calmed down, especially after noticing the weird stares they were receiving from other customers in the restaurant.
"But seriously, Yamcha, what do you think of the guy?"
"Conan? I think he's perfect for you and I think he is one lucky guy to have gotten a hold of you. Hell, if I were say thirty years younger, then I would have definitely tried for it."
"Aww. Stop joking around. You dated my mom!"
"Yup... That I did."
An awkward silence filled the air, and in an effort to avoid it, both began eating their food, which had arrived a little while ago.
"Anyway," Bra began, "I definitely need help with my wedding, and, although I love my mother very much, her style is in question, and since you know so many young girls in fashion, I was wondering if you could hook me up with a couple people who would be really good for my planning my wedding. I mean, with who my family is and everything, I have to have it look good. I don't want my wedding to be ugly and all over the news!!"
Yamcha just laughed at her vain side, nodding in confirmation, and they continued to chat light-heartedly over their platters, the awkward silence they had endured before totally forgotten.
Finally through with their meal, Bra and Yamcha stood up, after paying their ticket, and made their way out the restaurant doors.
"That was good. I'm glad you suggested it."
"Me too," Yamcha said, rubbing his stomach in contentment as they both climbed into their seats and headed back to his apartment to drop him off.
On the way back, however, Bra was too curious not to question about the girl.
"So, how serious are you with that one girl?"
"Kuria? Pretty serious, I guess. I mean, I haven't been playing the field since I met her, which was probably about a little over three years ago. A long time for me."
Bra only nodded in agreement to his last comment, but asked, "Why don't you propose then?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't totally feel right yet. I'm not for sure if she is the one. Ya know?"
"Yeah, I do. I think she's good for you though. Any girl who can keep you faithful for that long is good for you. I don't think I've seen you with that kind of commitment since, well, since forever!"
Yamcha chuckled at her comment, but let the topic drop, choosing to drive home in silence instead of discussing the issue further. Noticing his reluctance to talk about it, the blue tressed beauty also let the conversation slide to a premature close, turning up the radio to make up for the sudden quiet.
Dropping him off at his house and waving a quick goodbye to where she spotted Puar from the window, she continued home, trying to figure out how to break the news to her parents, mainly her father, of her engagement and to try and convince her mother to not get too deeply involved in the wedding arrangements.
It was going to be hard, so in order to give herself more time to think, she took the long, scenic route home. All too soon, however, she arrived and stopped in front of the garage. Climbing out and re-capsulizing the convertible, Bra walked in the door and went straight up to her room. She'd confront her parents at dinner.
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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 6
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Yawning, stretching her arms far above her head and kicking off her light sheets at the same time, Bra smiled at the dawning day, greeting it with more glee than a girl waking at seven in the morning should.
She got dressed in a daze, totally disconnected from the world, all the while humming a soft tune to herself, twirling around in front of the mirror, dancing with herself in her ecstatic mood.
Calming down a bit as she exited the room and made her way downstairs, covering her mouth with her hand in order to stifle another yawn threatening to escape, she finally entered the kitchen and began preparing her breakfast.
Her secret, in an attempt to control her Saiyan appetite throughout the day, was simple. All she had to do was eat a very large breakfast to start her day and then refrain from eating huge portions for the rest of the day. If worst came to worst, she could always have a late night snack before going to bed to help calm the insatiable Saiyan stomach. She could normally resist that last snack. Normally.
Last night however, she should have taken that snack, but instead she went straight to bed, too preoccupied with her engagement.
At that thought, she looked down at her finger and squealed in excitement at spotting the rock resting on her slender digit.
The smile on her face was now spreading from ear to ear.
However, the infectious grin was suppressed by a loud growl emanating from her midsection. Taking the hint, she sped up on her preparation of a couple slices of French toast, dripping with syrup and powdered sugar, four hash browns, fried to a crisp, a few pancakes, slathered only with butter and sprinkled with regular sugar, a large grapefruit, also coated with sugar, two bowls of some kind of corn puff cereal and one cup of orange juice, three of coffee, mixed with sugar and sweetened condensed milk, and one small glass of milk.
Very healthy indeed.
Like a human black hole, she inhaled every single food item she had made and just as quickly.
Rubbing her now full abdomen, over four hours since she had woken up, she went down the hall to brush her teeth before popping out her capsule convertible, the newest edition, and headed downtown, into the heart of West Capital City to visit her good buddy Yamcha and deliver the news.
She'd decided doing it in person would be so much better than over the phone and it gave her an excuse to go out to lunch and catch up with him.
She hadn't seen him for quite a few months, not since he had become "serious" with that one chick.
Personally, she thought the girl was anorexic and rather money-hungry, but of course, it was only her opinion, and she would never tell him she didn't like her, especially not if she was making him happy.
However, she expected more honesty out of Yamcha. She hoped that if, hopefully not, but if he disapproved of her relationship with Conan, although she figured he would have said something a long time ago, that he would say it now and she'd immediately break it off.
That was how much she respected his opinion.
So here she was, racing down the highway, the cool morning breeze whipping her hair about, tossing the loose strands into her eyes as she sung her heart out to the music blaring on the radio, her volume drowning out the mellow sound of the lyrics, something about the cruelties of love.
It was okay. She sounded better than him anyway.
Finally, she pulled up outside of her scar-faced companion's rather meek apartment and honked the horn loudly, listening as it echoed through the silent streets.
Staring up at the window she recognized as his, she waited a few minutes before honking again. This time, a barely perceptible movement behind the simple blinds, followed by a dark eye peering through a crack made in them, signaled he had finally gotten the message.
In about ten minutes he would be out, and if she knew him as well as she thought she did, he would be almost as ravenous as Goku first thing in the morning.
Tapping newly painted pale pink nails against the expensive leather of her steering wheel, Bra impatiently waited for her mentor, getting mildly frustrated with his tardiness. It had been ten minutes and the man still hadn't shown his face out the double doors entering the apartment complex.
Figuring he had female company over, Bra gave him about five more minutes to explain to his guest why he was taking off so early. She only hoped it wasn't that one woman he was so serious about. She really didn't like her.
Time was up. She stuck the keys in the ignition and was preparing to start the car and drive off when she heard the onyx-haired bandit call out her name, telling her to wait just a second.
She started the car anyway, however she did wait for him to slide into the passenger seat. Looking at him as if for an explanation, searching his expression for any clue with her sapphire eyes, she almost immediately found her answer.
There, nestled on the lower part of his neck, right above where it connected to his shoulder, she found her evidence. In his haste, he had done a poor job of covering it up, and feeling her scrutinizing gaze, he realized his mistake.
Blushing crimson, he stuttered for an excuse, but came up with nothing. Bra just dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand and turned down the music, instead asking him about the meal ahead.
"Do you want to grab a bite to eat? I presume you haven't eaten yet?"
"Uh, no I haven't. Let's see though. Have you heard of Benihanna's? It's supposed to be the new craze. I wouldn't mind checking it out."
"Got cash?" was all Bra asked, and receiving a guilty smile in response, waved him off once again, saying she would catch the tab this time, but he owed her.
Walking into the restaurant, using her mother's prestigious position in society to gain a table without reservation, Bra ordered a small salad and Yamcha got a large burger with fries and all the condiments.
Waiting for their food, Yamcha got comfortable and decided to get down to the point of her visit.
"What brought you out to my place anyway? Any new juicy gossip?" He began, mimicking a young schoolgirl almost perfectly in his tone.
Laughing slightly at her friend's antics, she responded, "You remember that Conan guy I told you about?"
"Yeah. How is it going between ya'll two anyway? Are you still seeing him?"
"Everything's going great. In fact, he just proposed to me last night!" She exclaimed, and displayed her left hand for Yamcha to see, allowing him full view of the delicate ring placed on her finger.
"Wow..."
"I know! To think, after three years of dating, he and I are finally going to tie the knot! It's about time though, don't you think?"
Yamcha's face seemed somewhat stricken for a second, but he quickly recovered, and smiled genuinely for the girl in front of him.
Once again mimicking the air headed girls, he fanned his hands rapidly near his face and took short, shallow breaths, taking time to wipe away a fake tear.
"Oh, I just don't know what to say. I'm just so happy! I can't believe it!" He covered his mouth with only the tips of his fingers in fake shock.
Bra, laughing loudly this time, just lightly slapped him, saying how this was serious. Finally the pair calmed down, especially after noticing the weird stares they were receiving from other customers in the restaurant.
"But seriously, Yamcha, what do you think of the guy?"
"Conan? I think he's perfect for you and I think he is one lucky guy to have gotten a hold of you. Hell, if I were say thirty years younger, then I would have definitely tried for it."
"Aww. Stop joking around. You dated my mom!"
"Yup... That I did."
An awkward silence filled the air, and in an effort to avoid it, both began eating their food, which had arrived a little while ago.
"Anyway," Bra began, "I definitely need help with my wedding, and, although I love my mother very much, her style is in question, and since you know so many young girls in fashion, I was wondering if you could hook me up with a couple people who would be really good for my planning my wedding. I mean, with who my family is and everything, I have to have it look good. I don't want my wedding to be ugly and all over the news!!"
Yamcha just laughed at her vain side, nodding in confirmation, and they continued to chat light-heartedly over their platters, the awkward silence they had endured before totally forgotten.
Finally through with their meal, Bra and Yamcha stood up, after paying their ticket, and made their way out the restaurant doors.
"That was good. I'm glad you suggested it."
"Me too," Yamcha said, rubbing his stomach in contentment as they both climbed into their seats and headed back to his apartment to drop him off.
On the way back, however, Bra was too curious not to question about the girl.
"So, how serious are you with that one girl?"
"Kuria? Pretty serious, I guess. I mean, I haven't been playing the field since I met her, which was probably about a little over three years ago. A long time for me."
Bra only nodded in agreement to his last comment, but asked, "Why don't you propose then?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't totally feel right yet. I'm not for sure if she is the one. Ya know?"
"Yeah, I do. I think she's good for you though. Any girl who can keep you faithful for that long is good for you. I don't think I've seen you with that kind of commitment since, well, since forever!"
Yamcha chuckled at her comment, but let the topic drop, choosing to drive home in silence instead of discussing the issue further. Noticing his reluctance to talk about it, the blue tressed beauty also let the conversation slide to a premature close, turning up the radio to make up for the sudden quiet.
Dropping him off at his house and waving a quick goodbye to where she spotted Puar from the window, she continued home, trying to figure out how to break the news to her parents, mainly her father, of her engagement and to try and convince her mother to not get too deeply involved in the wedding arrangements.
It was going to be hard, so in order to give herself more time to think, she took the long, scenic route home. All too soon, however, she arrived and stopped in front of the garage. Climbing out and re-capsulizing the convertible, Bra walked in the door and went straight up to her room. She'd confront her parents at dinner.
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