Chi trova un amigo
Trova un tresoro
All right, where are my readers? Did I loose you all because I haven't updated in so long? I'm really sorry but I am doing the best I can. I'm not going to make up excuses about how busy I am because I am not that busy, in fact we just had a week vacation and I've been home most of the time. The reason I didn't update so soon was simply because interest has gone to other stories too. I've decided not to post the first chapter of a story anymore until the entire story is done and I've already found out that's a very good idea. But it didn't seem fair to me to just not post anything here until the story's done. I've had so many readers asking me to please finish this fic and I will. I update a.s.a.p, I really do. And thanks to WolvieGurl I got some interest back. She really helps me by reminding me what's so fun about this story. So WolvieGurl, THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Oh, and I also found out that hardly anyone reads those notes. So for everybody who likes to know (which is probably nobody since hardly anybody reads it :P) author's notes don't get read much anyway so don't waste your time on it like I do ^_^
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IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^
Amanda: Thanks for understanding why updating can be hard. I'm really doing the best I can but if I push myself too much a lot of things can go wrong. Thanks for finding the story ^_^ Here's your update! Enjoy!
Redrosekira: Here it is! It doesn't matter that you've never reviewed before. Hope you're satisfied with this update and thanks for you review!
Kara: Your wish has been granted. Now I will go to sleep and you will have to wait another year for the dragon balls to be charged again ^_^ Don't worry, I'm doing the best I can. Thanks for your review
Solphie: Thanks for the milk and cookies! So glad you wanted to take the challenge. Vanilla Goku, that's a nice choice. Can't wait to taste the next! Did I ever tell you that you make the best cookies in the world? No? That's right because it isn't true. *Winks* You bake the best cookies in the universe! And outside that too! Luv ya for that! *Grabs a huge trophy from out of nowhere and offers it* Here, you get the grand prize from me! Please bake more soon.
^_^ saly: Well, I hope this chap satisfies you. I'm going to change the rating, I still don't think it's necessary but I just want to be safe. I'm not going into sex detail but still, I just don't want any trouble (why take the easy way if there's a hard way too? :P)
Cheena son: Well, you'll just have to read for yourself to see what Trunks is going to get himself into this time. But there'll be a new punishment device soon so it'll be easier to punish Trunks. Sorry, but dragging him to the dungeons every time he looks the wrong way just doesn't work and since bra's a real princess she doesn't want to get her hands dirty. Thanks for your review and thanks for reading the author's notes.
Desirae: Hey, long time no hear from you! I'm glad you wanna come back just to read my story. And Goten WILL come but he'll have to wait just a little longer. *hides behind a chair* I did put Bardock in this chapter! I can't tell you when the demi-saiyan will show his face, that's up to his master/ mistress. Maybe if you find out who it is, send them a mail and ask them how long it's going to take them to drag their asses to the palace? Oh, don't forget to say 'please' or they might just take you as a slave and drag you to the palace instead of him. (though you would be able to see Goten since you'll be living with him then IF you get the right owners :P) Have patience, he'll show up.
^ ^ ^
IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
Chapter Ten: Work to do
Trunks walked a few steps behind Bra, just as Sissy showed him. He quietly followed her to he parent's quarters to meet up with them. The king and queen were already waiting for their daughter, each with their own servant behind them. Trunks quickly glanced at them. They were slaves, that was for sure. They had the same kind of collar around their necks as he had. Besides that it was obvious they weren't saiyans. They just looked too green for that and their lizard shaped faces and tails didn't really help convincing anyone either.
Trunks had never seen them before, at least not those two. He'd seen others from their race, of course. They were said to be very reliable and pretty strong too. They were a bit harder to train but once they were broken they'd be loyal to their master for eternity. They were more common under the richer people because they were often very expensive because of their excellent work.
Bra gave her mother a smile and nodded at her father to greet him. Trunks quickly looked down and though he couldn't see it, he could practically feel Vegeta's warning glare on him. Another servant walked up to the king. "Your guests are waiting in the dining room, your Majesty." He said as he bowed for his king.
Vegeta nodded. "Are they all here?"
"Yes, your highness."
"Then escort us to the dining room"
The servant bowed again and started walking, followed by the three royalties and their slaves. As they walked trough he long corridors and hallways Trunks realized the other two slaves knew exactly how to walk without their chains making too much sound. He tried the best he could to mimic their moves and be as silent as possible. With little success, though, at the beginning, but the further they came the better he got at it. He was just glad no one had made a remark about it.
They finally arrived at the dining room and the servant opened the door. The room was huge! In every way you can think of. The ceiling was high and held some very expensive looking lights; the walls were covered with rich painting and complex looking patterns. In the middle of the room stood a huge table and around it sat male and female saiyans, all seemed to be very wealthy judging by their clothes. Trunks quickly counted them as he walked in. 17 saiyans were sitting round the table and there seemed to be 10 other slaves and a head servant, probably waiting to give the other to serve the food as there was non present yet.
The servant announced the royalty's arrival and everything in the room went silent. Everyone bowed as the king and his family entered the room.
As they walked to the three empty places at the table Trunks tried to get a better look at some of those present. There was this one man with a moustache and spiked hair on only one half of his head. He remembered Trunks of a picture he once saw in a children's book about Indians. Except for the moustache that was.
Next to him sat a man with VERY long hair. Trunks had seen them in all sizes, the saiyans were known about their hair, but this was ridiculous. Trunks wasn't sure because he saw the man from the front, but he guessed his hair reached at least his butt, if not further. And it spiked to every side you could think of.
Next to him sat a man that looked just. . . like. . . GOKU?! Trunks' eyes grew big as he followed the man's every move he made. What was Goku doing here? This was impossible! Goku's dead! He'd seen it with his own eyes, there was no way he could be sitting right there! But those same eyes that saw that he was dead were now staring at him.
Trunks blinked. 'His energy!' was the only thought that shot trough his head. It took him a minute to figure out that his brain was telling Trunks to check the man's energy. And he did. And it felt like Goku. The moment he felt it he remembered it again. All those times he and Goten went up against Goku had unconsciously created a perfect memory of the man's energy. And this man had felt the same. It felt so much like Goku and yet there seemed to be something wrong. Like it wasn't really him.
Trunks took another good look at the man and saw that he DID look a little old to be Goku. Even after not seeing him for about seven years he couldn't have gotten this old! And saiyans weren't supposed to age this fast!
"Well, what are you waiting for!" Trunks looked up at the harsh voice directed in his way to see that the king was glaring angrily at him. It didn't take him long to register what was going on. The moment his eye fell on that man was the moment his feet stopped moving. And not only his feet but his whole body. He was standing in the middle of the room while Bra was waiting at her chair for him to help her sit down.
If he were home he would've just rolled his eyes and sighed heavily making a remark about women not being able to do anything themselves, but he'd learned the VERY hard way that his comments were not wanted. So instead he gulped and quickly walked over to the princess' seat to help her sit down. Though instead he'd just want to disappear trough the floor and never come up again for he realized all eyes were fixed on him now.
Someone, Trunks couldn't tell who it was because he was still confused, quickly apologized for his behaviour and said that he was just a new one or something. The remark that he could always be sent to someone else to properly 'train' him finally brought Trunks' fully attention back to this reality and he was really glad when he heard Bra waving that option away.
There was a bit normal talking first among the people at the table. Trunks noticed how the king kept silence. He would answer any direct questions but for the rest he mostly stayed still and observed those at the table. Trunks also kept an ear out to catch the name of that man that looked like Goku. Finally he got what he wanted.
"And what about you, Bardock? I see you brought your son."
The man that looked like Goku nodded and the longhaired man next to him spoke up. "My dearest mother was unfortunately unable to make it this evening. But I know all about this meeting since I'm planning to eventually follow in my father's footsteps. Therefore I hope my presence can be accepted this evening."
Now the king spoke up. "You are aware of the rule of secrecy about anything that is said at these meetings, Radditz?"
"Of course, your highness. Nothing is to leave this room."
"Your highness," one of the other men stood up and bowed his head respectfully at the king for a second, "I don't know if it is a good idea to let this man in our meeting tonight seeing that he is not a direct member of the ministry.
Some approving mumbles were heard and the king observed each speaker. Then he stood up. "Very well, Radditz, if you will leave?"
Bardock opened his mouth to protest against this but Radditz held a hand in the air to silence him and he stood up. "Don't worry father, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I shall excuse myself now if that is my king's wish." With a last respective bow towards Vegeta he left the room.
As soon as the door was shut one of the ministers turned to the man. "If you wanted company, you could've just brought a servant.
"You know I personally am against slavery," Bardock shot back, "don't you minister Spin'ach?"
"That's all you can expect from a third class soldier." The minister mumbled.
"I might be only a third class fighter, but I am a first class engineer and that did get me into the ministry. There's more to life than fighting."
Another man held his hands in the air. "Now, now, gentlemen. I am sure we can have this conversation in a more proper way."
He then motioned with his hand and the man behind his chair did a step forward. "Yes, master?"
"Darns, do you mind being a slave?"
The man didn't move anything but his mouth. "Not at all, master, I live to serve you." But the answer came out too trained for Trunks to fall for it. He was told to say that, he was sure of it.
The man shot Bardock a face as if to say 'see?' but Bardock ignored it. "But you must have some dreams for yourself?" he asked the slave. "What do you enjoy to do?"
The slave glanced at his master who nodded to give him permission to answer the question.
"I enjoy serving my master, sir. I will be most pleased when I see him happy."
Bardock narrowed his eyes in disbelieve but wisely turned back to the table. He knew he wasn't the only one who was against having slaves, there were rebel groups forming to free them, but the king allowed slavery and to openly oppose him now would be very bad for him. So he decided to keep his mouth shut.
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They had reached dessert now and so far everything had gone pretty good from Trunks' point of view. He tried to listen to what was being said at the meeting but most of the time he had no idea what they were talking about. Whatever it was, it sounded boring. Trunks glanced at Bra. Though he couldn't see her face he knew she was bored too. And although he knew he shouldn't, he felt sympathy for her.
'Being a princess must be pretty boring most of the time.'
He remembered how he felt being the heir to capsule corp. All those obligations he had even as a child. It was pretty much the same for Bra here, he figured, only much harder since she was older now.
Trunks' thoughts were broken by the voice of king Vegeta. "Boy! Go to the kitchen and tell them to bring more garboly."
Trunks, realizing the king was ordering him, glanced at the princess. When she didn't respond immediately he bowed to Vegeta. "Of course, your highness."
He left the room in the way Sissy had shown him. 'Don't walk too slow, but don't run either. Go straight for your goal but avoid any contact with others.' She'd told him. And again he did his best to let the chains be heard as little as possible.
As soon as he was out of sight he relaxed his pace.
Garboly was a type of saiyans food unlike all other food Trunks had ever tasted. It tasted like meat and yet it didn't. He couldn't explain it at all but it was the most delicious thing he'd ever had. Of course, it was a saiyans recipe so he only used to get it as leftovers at one of his previous masters and the saiyans loved it. From all other races it was known that they thought of the food as the most disgusting thing they'd ever tasted.
Trunks often wondered why HE liked it too. He knew he wasn't fully human, he was way too strong and he did go trough that strange transformation a couple of times, but he didn't know what the other half of him was. Maybe a race that did like it? Whatever it was, he would probably never find out anyway.
He reached the kitchen entrance the slaves had to use and decided to enter without knocking. From this point, that wasn't against any rules anyway. But as soon as he did he realized it was a mistake. On the kitchen table he saw a male and a female, both half naked and kissing each other madly. Trunks couldn't help but stare for a few moments until he finally recognised the male as the one that sat next to Bardock but had been sent away.
That was when his hand decided to knock on the door.
(¯`·._.·[ TBC ]·._.·´¯)
Not really a cliffhanger actually, from my point of view, but I decided to stop here. I've said too much already up there so I'm going to skip it now. If there's still someone out there reading this, please review to let me know I'm not alone.
Next chapter: the party.
I found out why I hate Sissy! Well, I guess if you want to know it too you'll just have to keep reading!
^ ^ ^
IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^
All right, where are my readers? Did I loose you all because I haven't updated in so long? I'm really sorry but I am doing the best I can. I'm not going to make up excuses about how busy I am because I am not that busy, in fact we just had a week vacation and I've been home most of the time. The reason I didn't update so soon was simply because interest has gone to other stories too. I've decided not to post the first chapter of a story anymore until the entire story is done and I've already found out that's a very good idea. But it didn't seem fair to me to just not post anything here until the story's done. I've had so many readers asking me to please finish this fic and I will. I update a.s.a.p, I really do. And thanks to WolvieGurl I got some interest back. She really helps me by reminding me what's so fun about this story. So WolvieGurl, THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Oh, and I also found out that hardly anyone reads those notes. So for everybody who likes to know (which is probably nobody since hardly anybody reads it :P) author's notes don't get read much anyway so don't waste your time on it like I do ^_^
^ ^ ^
IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^
Amanda: Thanks for understanding why updating can be hard. I'm really doing the best I can but if I push myself too much a lot of things can go wrong. Thanks for finding the story ^_^ Here's your update! Enjoy!
Redrosekira: Here it is! It doesn't matter that you've never reviewed before. Hope you're satisfied with this update and thanks for you review!
Kara: Your wish has been granted. Now I will go to sleep and you will have to wait another year for the dragon balls to be charged again ^_^ Don't worry, I'm doing the best I can. Thanks for your review
Solphie: Thanks for the milk and cookies! So glad you wanted to take the challenge. Vanilla Goku, that's a nice choice. Can't wait to taste the next! Did I ever tell you that you make the best cookies in the world? No? That's right because it isn't true. *Winks* You bake the best cookies in the universe! And outside that too! Luv ya for that! *Grabs a huge trophy from out of nowhere and offers it* Here, you get the grand prize from me! Please bake more soon.
^_^ saly: Well, I hope this chap satisfies you. I'm going to change the rating, I still don't think it's necessary but I just want to be safe. I'm not going into sex detail but still, I just don't want any trouble (why take the easy way if there's a hard way too? :P)
Cheena son: Well, you'll just have to read for yourself to see what Trunks is going to get himself into this time. But there'll be a new punishment device soon so it'll be easier to punish Trunks. Sorry, but dragging him to the dungeons every time he looks the wrong way just doesn't work and since bra's a real princess she doesn't want to get her hands dirty. Thanks for your review and thanks for reading the author's notes.
Desirae: Hey, long time no hear from you! I'm glad you wanna come back just to read my story. And Goten WILL come but he'll have to wait just a little longer. *hides behind a chair* I did put Bardock in this chapter! I can't tell you when the demi-saiyan will show his face, that's up to his master/ mistress. Maybe if you find out who it is, send them a mail and ask them how long it's going to take them to drag their asses to the palace? Oh, don't forget to say 'please' or they might just take you as a slave and drag you to the palace instead of him. (though you would be able to see Goten since you'll be living with him then IF you get the right owners :P) Have patience, he'll show up.
^ ^ ^
IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
Chapter Ten: Work to do
Trunks walked a few steps behind Bra, just as Sissy showed him. He quietly followed her to he parent's quarters to meet up with them. The king and queen were already waiting for their daughter, each with their own servant behind them. Trunks quickly glanced at them. They were slaves, that was for sure. They had the same kind of collar around their necks as he had. Besides that it was obvious they weren't saiyans. They just looked too green for that and their lizard shaped faces and tails didn't really help convincing anyone either.
Trunks had never seen them before, at least not those two. He'd seen others from their race, of course. They were said to be very reliable and pretty strong too. They were a bit harder to train but once they were broken they'd be loyal to their master for eternity. They were more common under the richer people because they were often very expensive because of their excellent work.
Bra gave her mother a smile and nodded at her father to greet him. Trunks quickly looked down and though he couldn't see it, he could practically feel Vegeta's warning glare on him. Another servant walked up to the king. "Your guests are waiting in the dining room, your Majesty." He said as he bowed for his king.
Vegeta nodded. "Are they all here?"
"Yes, your highness."
"Then escort us to the dining room"
The servant bowed again and started walking, followed by the three royalties and their slaves. As they walked trough he long corridors and hallways Trunks realized the other two slaves knew exactly how to walk without their chains making too much sound. He tried the best he could to mimic their moves and be as silent as possible. With little success, though, at the beginning, but the further they came the better he got at it. He was just glad no one had made a remark about it.
They finally arrived at the dining room and the servant opened the door. The room was huge! In every way you can think of. The ceiling was high and held some very expensive looking lights; the walls were covered with rich painting and complex looking patterns. In the middle of the room stood a huge table and around it sat male and female saiyans, all seemed to be very wealthy judging by their clothes. Trunks quickly counted them as he walked in. 17 saiyans were sitting round the table and there seemed to be 10 other slaves and a head servant, probably waiting to give the other to serve the food as there was non present yet.
The servant announced the royalty's arrival and everything in the room went silent. Everyone bowed as the king and his family entered the room.
As they walked to the three empty places at the table Trunks tried to get a better look at some of those present. There was this one man with a moustache and spiked hair on only one half of his head. He remembered Trunks of a picture he once saw in a children's book about Indians. Except for the moustache that was.
Next to him sat a man with VERY long hair. Trunks had seen them in all sizes, the saiyans were known about their hair, but this was ridiculous. Trunks wasn't sure because he saw the man from the front, but he guessed his hair reached at least his butt, if not further. And it spiked to every side you could think of.
Next to him sat a man that looked just. . . like. . . GOKU?! Trunks' eyes grew big as he followed the man's every move he made. What was Goku doing here? This was impossible! Goku's dead! He'd seen it with his own eyes, there was no way he could be sitting right there! But those same eyes that saw that he was dead were now staring at him.
Trunks blinked. 'His energy!' was the only thought that shot trough his head. It took him a minute to figure out that his brain was telling Trunks to check the man's energy. And he did. And it felt like Goku. The moment he felt it he remembered it again. All those times he and Goten went up against Goku had unconsciously created a perfect memory of the man's energy. And this man had felt the same. It felt so much like Goku and yet there seemed to be something wrong. Like it wasn't really him.
Trunks took another good look at the man and saw that he DID look a little old to be Goku. Even after not seeing him for about seven years he couldn't have gotten this old! And saiyans weren't supposed to age this fast!
"Well, what are you waiting for!" Trunks looked up at the harsh voice directed in his way to see that the king was glaring angrily at him. It didn't take him long to register what was going on. The moment his eye fell on that man was the moment his feet stopped moving. And not only his feet but his whole body. He was standing in the middle of the room while Bra was waiting at her chair for him to help her sit down.
If he were home he would've just rolled his eyes and sighed heavily making a remark about women not being able to do anything themselves, but he'd learned the VERY hard way that his comments were not wanted. So instead he gulped and quickly walked over to the princess' seat to help her sit down. Though instead he'd just want to disappear trough the floor and never come up again for he realized all eyes were fixed on him now.
Someone, Trunks couldn't tell who it was because he was still confused, quickly apologized for his behaviour and said that he was just a new one or something. The remark that he could always be sent to someone else to properly 'train' him finally brought Trunks' fully attention back to this reality and he was really glad when he heard Bra waving that option away.
There was a bit normal talking first among the people at the table. Trunks noticed how the king kept silence. He would answer any direct questions but for the rest he mostly stayed still and observed those at the table. Trunks also kept an ear out to catch the name of that man that looked like Goku. Finally he got what he wanted.
"And what about you, Bardock? I see you brought your son."
The man that looked like Goku nodded and the longhaired man next to him spoke up. "My dearest mother was unfortunately unable to make it this evening. But I know all about this meeting since I'm planning to eventually follow in my father's footsteps. Therefore I hope my presence can be accepted this evening."
Now the king spoke up. "You are aware of the rule of secrecy about anything that is said at these meetings, Radditz?"
"Of course, your highness. Nothing is to leave this room."
"Your highness," one of the other men stood up and bowed his head respectfully at the king for a second, "I don't know if it is a good idea to let this man in our meeting tonight seeing that he is not a direct member of the ministry.
Some approving mumbles were heard and the king observed each speaker. Then he stood up. "Very well, Radditz, if you will leave?"
Bardock opened his mouth to protest against this but Radditz held a hand in the air to silence him and he stood up. "Don't worry father, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I shall excuse myself now if that is my king's wish." With a last respective bow towards Vegeta he left the room.
As soon as the door was shut one of the ministers turned to the man. "If you wanted company, you could've just brought a servant.
"You know I personally am against slavery," Bardock shot back, "don't you minister Spin'ach?"
"That's all you can expect from a third class soldier." The minister mumbled.
"I might be only a third class fighter, but I am a first class engineer and that did get me into the ministry. There's more to life than fighting."
Another man held his hands in the air. "Now, now, gentlemen. I am sure we can have this conversation in a more proper way."
He then motioned with his hand and the man behind his chair did a step forward. "Yes, master?"
"Darns, do you mind being a slave?"
The man didn't move anything but his mouth. "Not at all, master, I live to serve you." But the answer came out too trained for Trunks to fall for it. He was told to say that, he was sure of it.
The man shot Bardock a face as if to say 'see?' but Bardock ignored it. "But you must have some dreams for yourself?" he asked the slave. "What do you enjoy to do?"
The slave glanced at his master who nodded to give him permission to answer the question.
"I enjoy serving my master, sir. I will be most pleased when I see him happy."
Bardock narrowed his eyes in disbelieve but wisely turned back to the table. He knew he wasn't the only one who was against having slaves, there were rebel groups forming to free them, but the king allowed slavery and to openly oppose him now would be very bad for him. So he decided to keep his mouth shut.
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They had reached dessert now and so far everything had gone pretty good from Trunks' point of view. He tried to listen to what was being said at the meeting but most of the time he had no idea what they were talking about. Whatever it was, it sounded boring. Trunks glanced at Bra. Though he couldn't see her face he knew she was bored too. And although he knew he shouldn't, he felt sympathy for her.
'Being a princess must be pretty boring most of the time.'
He remembered how he felt being the heir to capsule corp. All those obligations he had even as a child. It was pretty much the same for Bra here, he figured, only much harder since she was older now.
Trunks' thoughts were broken by the voice of king Vegeta. "Boy! Go to the kitchen and tell them to bring more garboly."
Trunks, realizing the king was ordering him, glanced at the princess. When she didn't respond immediately he bowed to Vegeta. "Of course, your highness."
He left the room in the way Sissy had shown him. 'Don't walk too slow, but don't run either. Go straight for your goal but avoid any contact with others.' She'd told him. And again he did his best to let the chains be heard as little as possible.
As soon as he was out of sight he relaxed his pace.
Garboly was a type of saiyans food unlike all other food Trunks had ever tasted. It tasted like meat and yet it didn't. He couldn't explain it at all but it was the most delicious thing he'd ever had. Of course, it was a saiyans recipe so he only used to get it as leftovers at one of his previous masters and the saiyans loved it. From all other races it was known that they thought of the food as the most disgusting thing they'd ever tasted.
Trunks often wondered why HE liked it too. He knew he wasn't fully human, he was way too strong and he did go trough that strange transformation a couple of times, but he didn't know what the other half of him was. Maybe a race that did like it? Whatever it was, he would probably never find out anyway.
He reached the kitchen entrance the slaves had to use and decided to enter without knocking. From this point, that wasn't against any rules anyway. But as soon as he did he realized it was a mistake. On the kitchen table he saw a male and a female, both half naked and kissing each other madly. Trunks couldn't help but stare for a few moments until he finally recognised the male as the one that sat next to Bardock but had been sent away.
That was when his hand decided to knock on the door.
(¯`·._.·[ TBC ]·._.·´¯)
Not really a cliffhanger actually, from my point of view, but I decided to stop here. I've said too much already up there so I'm going to skip it now. If there's still someone out there reading this, please review to let me know I'm not alone.
Next chapter: the party.
I found out why I hate Sissy! Well, I guess if you want to know it too you'll just have to keep reading!
^ ^ ^
IMPORTANTE!
*FROM CHAPTER TWELVE THIS STORY WILL BE RATED R*
Just to be safe, I'm not going to write sex scenes all of a sudden. I just want to be safe and be able to take this a very little bit further.
^ ^ ^