Without Prior Notice
(continued)

"Good evening, Mr. Briefs. Long day? Can I help you with your bags," the doorman to our building offers, attempting to make the usual small lobby-talk when I want nothing more than to just fly up to my apartment window instead of having to check in like this. I appreciate the security that this building offers, even though it's completely useless when they have two Saiyans living in the building. But it's not like anyone knows that.

"No thanks. I think I got it," I sigh with a slightly sarcastic smile, edging my way through the door with my briefcase in one hand and two heavy, overstuffed file boxes tucked under each arm. Our doorman's got to be pushing eighty yeas old - I'd like to see him try and carry this shit.

As soon as I get to the elevator, I set the boxes down and dig in my pockets for the keys that allow access to my floor. My mind is pretty one tracked right now, so it takes me a second to realize that the doorman has already punched in the code from the front desk for me, so I don't need the key this time. Is it that obvious I'm not paying attention?

I hope Goten didn't eat dinner already. I'm starved! I'm also exhausted, but unless Goten has figured out how to use the kitchen effectively in
the past twelve hours, I can pretty much guarantee that our food will be coming to us tonight instead.

I get up to the top floor and before I even open the elevator door, I can hear music and laughing from the other side. A girl? Who the...

The second I unhook the steel door and slide it open, I catch Goten walking through the kitchen into the living room area, two full wine glasses in his hands and a smile across his face that tells me these haven't been the first ones poured tonight. He stops short once he realizes I've entered the room.

"I see I'm not the only one in a daze," I bite out for some reason, like I expect him to be waiting around for me to come home before he starts having fun. Like usual.

"Oh, hey!" he says surprisingly, grinning ear to ear. It's been a while since I've seen Goten this giddy about anything. "Dude, you are never going to believe who I found today!"

The sideways glance I'm giving him is perhaps coming off as a little skeptical, but the idea of Goten having brought home a girl I know is more than unbelievable. I look over his shoulder to see a hot little blonde turned away and screwing with the stereo, shoes kicked off, running her hands leisurely through her hair.

Lights dimmed. Soft music. Empty bottle of wine on the counter. I'm not an idiot.

But before I'm able to snap to my next reaction of either being pissed off for being forgotten about, or congratulating him for hooking up, she spins around at the delayed reaction from my voice. Once I get a look at who it is, I drop all previous speculation as the person I thought last to see is now in my living room - I recognize her immediately.

"Marron?! Holy shit! What are you doing here?!"

"Trunks! Oh my god!" she squeals, running up to me and throwing her arms around my neck. "We've been talking about you all day! I was wondering when you would be coming home! It's so good to see you!"

I try not to look worried. "Oh, you've been talking about me all day, have you?" My eyes slowly turn to my younger half, now sporting a strange version of the smile he had on his face just seconds ago. "I can't imagine what you two have been saying about me? Nothing bad, I hope." My focus stays glued to Goten as she smothers me with hugs, trying to read him to tell whether or not he's been using his better judgment when talking about us.

"No silly," she laughs as she breaks away, putting equal distance between the three of us, giving me the once-over. "It's been so long since I've seen you! I've missed you guys so much since the last time. Just look at you, all business-like," she says referring to my suit and briefcase. "You've changed so much!"

I completely forget about my stuff still being in the elevator until Goten edges past me to get it, remarking out loud, "Trust me, Marron, not as much as you. Last time we saw you, you were, what? Eleven?" he teases, doing nothing but making her blush as she tucks a chunk of her long blonde hair behind her ear, flashing that beautiful smile of hers.

My initial shock begins to wear off and it starts to sink in. This beautiful young woman in front of me - this gorgeous, sexy woman - is fucking Marron?! Krillin's daughter?! "This... is certainly a surprise! What brings you out here anyway?"

"Well," she exchanges a suspiciously mischievous smile with Goten. "Your mom offered me a job at Capsule Corporation, and my very first day in the office..." she stops herself, suddenly realizing that I still haven't really made it through the door yet. "Why don't you have a glass of wine with us and relax with us. It's kinda a crazy story."

"Sounds good...uh, just give me a few minutes so I can change out of these clothes and get comfortable. Don't start without me," I tease with a wink, walking backwards to the bedroom area behind the wall. I'm actually excited to see her again.

But funny how I can have someone working for me and not even know it until Goten brings her home. It just goes to show how little I care about what goes on at that place at all. Though I'm wishing I had gotten the chance to introduce myself in the office first so I would have at least been able to impress her with the whole Executive-thing. At least once. Dende knows what kind of reputation Goten's been giving me all day? Especially if he's trying to score here. Judging by the scene I walked into when I got home, I have to assume that I have a challenger.

May the best man win, my friend.

After I quickly change out of my clothes into my deliberately-dressed-down look of ripped jeans and a shrunken tee-shirt, silently cursing myself that I didn't have at least one clean pair of pants to wear. I wash up in the bathroom, put on some of my favorite cologne, fix my hair so a few select strands of hair 'accidentally' hang in my eyes - chicks seem to like that for some reason - and I give myself a last once-over before going back out there and smile in the mirror.

Time to turn on my undefeated charm.

I casually walk out into the living room and sit myself on the couch on the opposite side of Marron, taking the glass of wine Goten poured for me while I was getting changed. It takes less than a second for the scent of my cologne to get her attention and she turns her back on Goten's conversation to face me completely. I don't hesitate to use it to my advantage.

I ask all about her position at the company - where she wants to go with it, how my mom gave her the job, conveniently cock-blocking my competition out of the conversation with fancy business talk he can't relate to. I feel bad for a second about it, but someone's gonna get laid tonight and Dende knows Goten won't do it. It doesn't take long for me to gracefully slide the conversation into a more personal route, which prompts my other half into weaseling his way into the mix at the opportunity of a familiar topic. He's proving to be more forward than usual and I'm liking the challenge for a change.

"Marron's going to be staying with us for a while," he blurts out in the pause as I take a sip of my wine, but I've already been one step ahead of him - I saw her bags the second I walked in the door which is a dead give away that the decision has already been made without me. "...At least until she finds a place in the City. What do you say? I think it's going to rock!" he smiles to her, trying to out-charm me with the buddy-buddy thing by making it sound like they've been friends for years. Regardless though, I process the idea and try as best as I can to hide the same variety of smile Goten had on his face when I got here.

Hot chick? Living with us? Uh, of course I'm okay with this!

I act as nonchalant to hide my enthusiasm. "Fine with me - Our place is your place, Marron. You can stay as long as you want, as far as I'm concerned."

She lights up and throws her arms around me again, proceeding to thank us profusely for taking her in. Granted, I get what it's like to be around my mom twenty-four seven, so I'm sure she'll have a much better time living with the two of us. I know I will.

I hug her back and exchange a smug glance with Goten over her shoulder as I smooth my hand over her back, planting a big kiss on her cheek as I stare him down, now clearly getting a nasty look in return. Not that I blame him. After all, I am the one getting all the physical attention right now. Hey, I just know how to get the girl. Goten's so-called pick-up lines are better at woo'ing my little sister or landing himself in the friend-zone. Marron can throw herself at me all she wants.

Oh man, she's has gotten hot since the last time we've seen her. And she's definitely gotten a whole lot more outgoing over the years from being Krillin's shy eleven-year-old daughter who would barely say hello.

I rub it in a little deeper by tickling her side, getting her to giggle uncontrollably as she pretends to fight me back, squealing as she punches my shoulder and kneels on my lap. I don't even have to look over to see Goten glaring at me now. I can feel it.

Sometimes, I would like to think that Trunks isn't the player that his public reputation implies. But between the half a dozen office interns, secretaries, social butterflies and models that call this apartment every month, or flirting endlessly - and successfully - with every smoking hot female we come in contact with, I'm starting to believe the rumors are true: My best friend is a playboy, and what he's doing with Marron right now is no exception.

Marron is beautiful and hot, no doubt. But i would have never guessed her to be Trunk's type. She's sweet. And innocent. We've known her since we've been kids. This seems really different, but I think the only reason he's even doing this is because I'm 'competing' with him on some level. Like it always is between us and some a girl. Sometimes I win. Well, just that one time. More often he wins. And granted Marron is gorgeous, and funny, and smart, but she's different then the usual woman Trunks and me fight over. He doesn't know what I know about her yet - that she's freaking out from being on her own for the first time, her new job, new responsibilities and new city to get used to all at once. She really needs someone to be there with her for all of that, but as usual, Trunks is going to treat her like she's just another girl he won't call tomorrow morning and break her heart. That's all he ever does with the girls he fucks - fights me for their attention and plays them like a piano until he sleeps with them. Then he moves on. I've never known Trunks to have an actual girlfriend. I just don't think it's anything he's actually interested in.

I'm just not going to let him do this to Marron. We know her.

I know her.

"Excuse us, Marron," I rudely interrupt his act, pulling him off the couch by the arm and to the other end of the apartment, far out of range from her hearing us over the music. I stop behind a cut out piece of wall near the bedroom area, clenching my teeth to keep my tone as low as I can. The alcohol consumption between us is not going to help this confrontation.

"Could you cut this shit out, Trunks? I don't want you scaring her off like this!"

He doesn't take me seriously, scoffing in my face. "Scaring her off? 'Ten, I seriously doubt she's scared of us at this point." He talks to me with that cocky tone in his voice he's so good at. "Why? Because she's all over me instead of you? If you want to get laid so bad, then you should grow some balls and do something other than just watch me."

He's an asshole.

"I don't plan on using her, Trunks! She isn't a contest!" I narrow my eyes at him sharply as I step in closer. "I know her. Okay? She's not like that."

Now he changes his tone to the one he usually reserves when he wants to make me sound like a little kid, "Because you talked with her for an afternoon? That doesn't mean you know her more than I do, Chibi. You were laying it on just as thick before I got home, so don't act like I don't know what your intentions are, too." His overconfidence is making me more pissed off than I want to be about this. "She didn't come over here, get all drunk and friendly just to have you make best friends with her like you do with every other girl you meet. She's probably counting on having sex tonight."

"Fuck you, Trunks. At least I don't use girls as just another way to get myself off." I remind myself to keep my voice down and take a deep breath to calm my rising anger towards my best friend. I didn't want this to turn into a fight when I pulled him aside. "I just know she's not that type of girl. You're going to have to trust me on this."

"Oh yea? See for yourself..." He leans me over with him to see past the wall, just catching her as she starts peeling off her tee-shirt to reveal a skin tight little strappy tank top underneath, bra not included. "She's probably even more hard up than you are right now." He tries to sound like he cares. "Being trapped on that tiny island this whole time. She's become a woman since we've known her. She has needs, you know. She can make her own choices. But I think she's already decided who she wants to be with tonight, so if you'll excuse me..."

He's right. I think. My judgement might be impaired.

I grab his shoulders before he gets anywhere and push him back against the wall to stay out of view. His ice blue eyes cut into me, but I try to level the playing field before we go back to that couch, failing to erase the touch of desperate in my voice, "You- you're not playing fair."

"Then what would be fair? To take turns? To ask her to fuck us both? To..." He stops short.

We stare at each other blankly, and soak in the thought for a moment. Of all times I've been able to instinctively without question read what Trunks is thinking, this is not one of those times. "What do you mean by... both?" However, I do know how he thinks, and this can no way be an innocent thought running through his head.

"Well," he blinks for a second, seeing how I don't think he was conscious of it when he blurted it, but now it's out in the open... "Let's just say that if you're really interested here - then I'm not going to stop you. But I'm not going to hold back either. So... if we play our cards right..." he leans in to whisper to me, so close he brushes his lips against my ear, "... then maybe she'll want us both. Can you handle that?"

Can I handle that?!

The sound of my thick swallow is deafening, but our shared expression we give to each other must be priceless. As much as I really can't imagine Marron being okay with something like this, I already instantly fantasizing at the very thought of sharing anyone in that way with Trunks.

The situation has suddenly changed. Completely.

"B-both of us? At... the same time, or...?" I croak out with an obvious crack in my voice.

"How about we let her decide. I'm game."

It takes every ounce of control I have to keep a straight face.

We exchange the same look, and from the delightfully evil smile plastered across his face, I know I'm not the only one that needs to get rid of a raging hard on before we go back out there to actually try this. I just hope Marron's ready for what we're about to dish out - This is going to get intense.

"Wait! I... I just... I really don't want to hurt her, Trunks. Just... don't take this too far if she doesn't want to do this. You got it?"

His voice still has the same deep rasp to it, not helping my current situation in the slightest. He leans back in close to my ear, "...but it'll be a once in a lifetime opportunity if she does, huh?" he taunts as he pokes me in the ribs, just adding to the building mental picture already in my head. My hands tighten into fists and I don't even know why. But it's times like this that I'm reminded of what kind of influence Trunks Briefs has had on my sex drive over the years. And how I will be forever in his debt if he can actually get this to work.

"Just follow my lead. And keep your cool."

I really hope that it's not a mistake.

"I feel so comfortable around you guys. Thank you so much again for letting me stay here."

"Like we said Mar, you can stay here as long as you want," Goten plays to her softly as he finishes off the third bottle of wine in her glass, not quite filling it to the top. It's not like we need any more to drink anyway - I think we're all feeling a little warm at this point.

He sets the empty bottle on the coffee table and sits back in his spot beside her, propping his elbow up on the back of the couch to rest his head in the palm of his hand. His half-lidded eyes glance down to her exposed thigh where he skirt rode up a little, tracing lazy circles with the tips of his fingers, breaking the first ice for actual contact after we've been playing the moment perfectly for almost an hour. Somehow, I don't even know if she notices, but just the sight of Goten touching her is making my body heat rise, and I gulp down the rest of my own glass in one shot before adjusting my position on the couch to make a move of my own.

"My parents would probably kill me if they found out I was getting drunk with you guys, you know," she says through a sleepy smile, words slightly undone from the effects of the wine.

I slowly take the glass from her hand. "I think we've all had enough for one night, what do you say?" I jokingly laugh under my breath, setting both glasses down on the end table behind me. "We don't want your father to come after us if he ever found out we got his little girl drunk, now do we?"

She rolls her eyes. "I don't care what my dad thinks. He still thinks I'm that little kid that does nothing wrong and that would never do a thing I'm not supposed to. I'm almost nineteen, you know. I'm not a little girl anymore!"

"Oh, I know you're not a little girl anymore," Goten murmurs from beside her, now making his traces bigger and more deliberate on her leg, lowering his head slightly towards her shoulder. She still doesn't pick up on his lead.

"We both know," I correct him as I smooth the backs of my fingers to the side of her cheek, looking at her with clear intentions as to not give her any mixed signals, but expertly playing her like a violin nonetheless. I know exactly what I'm doing.

Slowly. Slowly.

Her eyes gradually widen at my advance, as she's just now noticing that we've both been touching her in a much different way. Her focus casts down to my hand, then to Goten's on her lap. I sense she's getting nervous and she holds her breath in for a second as her body heat rises.

I lean into her cautiously, delicately smelling the skin on her neck, slightly touching the tip of my nose to her shoulder. My opposite hand slides around to the other side of her face and brushes over her jaw line, making her body stiffen a little, but I make her face my direction. She's like putty in my hands.

"We wouldn't do anything to make you feel like a little girl, Marron. We just want you to feel... comfortable." I lightly kiss her neck, barely touching her at all. My deepened voice vibrating throughout the hot air suspended between us. "You feel comfortable around us. Right?"

She weakly responds to my question that's already been answered for her. Still not objecting to what we're doing. "I...uh, I do... feel comfortable." She's barely audible. "T-Trunks, I..."

"You're... so beautiful, and we just want to make you feel special," I continue breathing on her neck, working my way higher to tenderly sucking on her ear lobe that elicits a sigh from the faintest touch of my tongue. I can feel Goten's hand slink around her waist, moving even slower than I've been as he gently kisses her bare shoulder exposed from the wicked little tank top that I soon hope will wind up on the floor.

"I-I don't know, guys..."

"Trunks and I... we care a lot about you," Goten purrs in a low heat, carelessly kissing her jaw and the tips of my fingers that are in his way. I can barely contain myself, yet for some reason, I don't move my hand away. He keeps sliding his hand past her until he reaches up to my forearm and carefully lowers my hand from her face, letting his lips drag across my middle finger as he places my hand on her leg.

Fuck, why did I drink so much?

I open my eyes and back up to not smother her, and look over to see just as Goten tilts her head back to him, making eye contact with me the split second before he slips his eyes closed. "We wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want us to. Just... relax," he tells her as he holds her face and presses his soft, moist lips to hers, kissing her deeply, sighing on her mouth just enough to make her melt. And it drives me crazy.

It occurs to me that I have never seen my best friend kiss anyone before - at least not two inches from my face like this - but it's making me hotter than I could have ever possibly imagined. Just the two of them, breathing heavier, deepening the kiss, breaking away ever so slightly to give the faintest glimpse of their tongues intertwining with each other's... I use all that's left of my drunken will power to stay in control of my own body, but this is, by far, the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. My mind races twenty steps ahead of us. I am so ready to do this, and by Marron's tiny little whimper under Goten's kiss, I think we've pretty much been given the go.

Before I let another second pass by that I would just kick myself for tomorrow, I edge my nose in between them, running my hand up through the back of Goten's hair. He knows what I want to do and breaks away to give me a turn. Marron instantly becomes pliant to the change, and I close my eyes, gently crushing my lips to Marron's and experiencing the combined taste of both her and Goten for the first time. But it's times like this - when I'm completely aroused and heated - that my better judgement goes right out the fucking window.

Perhaps it's because we're so fucked up. Maybe it's the fact that I haven't been laid in two weeks months. Or already imagining the thrill of what kind of pleasure we'll be experiencing by the time this night is over, but without any warning, I feel something warm and wet on the nape of my neck as I'm kissing her. I feel him sucking gently, grazing his teeth against my skin, his hand slides between my thighs. A just like that, my control snaps like a rubber band stretched too tight. I can't take it!

My grip automatically tightens around Marron and the ache in my body is too much to hold back. I want to rip our clothes off right now and fuck them both blind and to hell with what they think of me in the morning! I feel wild. I don't care anymore. I need this. I...

"No, wait! S-stop! Please..."

My eyes snap open and I flinch back at the sound of her voice. What? What happened?

"Trunks, I don't- wait..." she whimpers, pulling away from him and pushing against his chest to back him off. It takes him a second to respond. "I don't think I want to do this."

"Huh? Wh-" he breathes heavy and confused, slowly coming back to reality. I don't wait for him to realize that we did exactly what I didn't want us to do from the beginning. We took it too far, and now she's scared to pieces. I push Trunks back against the couch for his lack of reaction to give her space.

"Oh, god, Marron. I'm... shit, I'm so sorry. We didn't..." I'm never going to be able to talk our way out of this. "I don't know what we were thinking? We didn't mean to..."

She doesn't wait for me to finish and bolts up off the couch once she's free, fixing her shirt that's been pushed up by one of us during everything to expose her bare stomach. She's embarrassed. "I wasn't trying to lead you guys on like that," her voice shakes, not looking either of us in the eye.

So. This is what it's like to feel like an asshole.

Trunks slumps in the couch and pushes his bangs away from his face in defeat, forcing himself to sound sympathetic to make it seem like he isn't disappointed that she's not going to go through with it. His response seems insincere because I know it is. "We're sorry, Marron. I must have drunk too much. I didn't mean to do that. We don't want you to be freaked out." His act doesn't fool me. I know he's dying, but I'm glad he's using his head here and doing the right thing instead of pushing the issue. "We don't want you to be upset with us."

She folds her arms, tensing her shoulders noticeably as she meeks out a reply. "It's okay." She continues to stare at the ground, no doubt feeling like a child again in front of us. "I'm just not... I'm not like that. I'm sorry. It's too much."

I get myself off the couch and stand up to speak to her, but I do everything I can to sound as genuine as possible like Trunks doesnt have the capabilitys to right now, especially seeing how we just violated her feelings and trust completely, assuming she'd cater to our planned out fantasies. She steps back to keep her distance, not sure of what to do or say. Maybe she's afraid?

"Don't be sorry, Mar. It's our fault - for taking advantage of you."

She finally looks up to Trunks, then to me, and the gloss of tears in her eyes makes me feel worse than before.

I swallow hard. "Please don't be upset. This is our fault," I add, not knowing what else I can say or do to take away this uncomfortableness in the room. "We really do want you to stay with us here. I'm... I'm sorry things got so out of hand like that." I want to say more, but the moment is almost too awkward. "I promise, it won't happen again."

"It's okay." Her voice is less than convincing. "I-I think... I'm just going to go to bed. Good night, guys," she says softly, quickly making her way up the spiral staircase to the upstairs loft where she started unpacking her things earlier before Trunks came home.

I watch her get to the top and turn off the lights, leaving me with this awful sick feeling in my stomach from doing something so horrible to someone who didn't deserve it at all! I don't know who I've let down the most from this - Marron, or myself.

It's not until I turn around to look at the face glaring back at me with a loaded expression of disappointment, frustration, and a pile of unaskable questions that I find myself utterly without words. I don't think I know what we're doing anymore. And flying blind and reckless with Trunks is becoming more and more dangerous, especially now that someone else has gotten caught up in it.