Yanno...I'm getting a little tired of getting a bunch of reviews for one chapter and nothing (or one ^_^) for the next. Does no one believe in reviewing for every chapter anymore? ::sobs?::
Chapter 11
Trunks and Pan stood up, clapping their hands for Linkin Park. They bowed and exited the stage for their intermission. A crew began to clean the stage as another act started to set up for their little performance. Pan didn't know who they were, they were rock, so she didn't care. Actually, she barely cared about anything. She was having a great time with Mirai. Pan looked over at him and smiled. She had never seen him smile like that before. A slight flush came over her. Was she really falling for him? No, not just a little crush...actually having feelings for him. She had never been in love before, so she had nothing to draw a comparison from, but it felt so different to her. It scared her, but she enjoyed it just the same.
"They are really cool," MT said, referring to the band. Pan nodded and looked back down at the stage. It was some pop group, she gathered, getting ready to play. She stretched out a bit and looked into the suite. Goten was gone and Bra was sitting on the floor, waiting patiently it seemed. MT soon noticed that Goten was missing as well. But, seeing the look on Bra's face, he figured nothing was wrong.
"Hey, maybe we should go and get some seats near the stage...leave the two lovers alone," Pan suggested. Mirai nodded and opened the sliding door. Bra turned her head to see the pair walking back into the suite. She blushed a bit when Pan winked at her. MT noticed her cheeks acquiring their rosy hue and smiled. She was really happy, he thought to himself. He was happy to make her so. They exited without exchanging words and found themselves in the hallway. It was quite busy, everyone making rounds, visiting other suites, going and getting food from the concession stands that were not served in the upper-class area. MT was dazed by all the commotion. Then, there was a growl from his belly that told him his meal earlier did not suffice. Pan looked down at his stomach, then at his eyes. They were apologetic. He wanted food and now. Pan just shrugged and smiled. She herself knew how the Saiyan appetite could be.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like we are on a date or anything. The kitchen is down the hall, just follow the signs. Just join me when you are ready," she said to him, holding her hands in front of her. She honestly felt like a different person around him. She didn't feel like a girl...she felt like a woman. She felt feminine, she felt mature and she couldn't figure how or why he had such an effect on her. Not wanting to get too involved in her thoughts, she turned around walked towards the elevator to the main level. MT shrugged and began walking when a soft hand gripped him arm. He looked down and saw Bra, her eyes wide, full of happiness.
"Can I go with you to the kitchen? Goten went there to get some ice and he had been gone for quite some time. Just want to see if he needed some help or something," she said, trying not to let the worry show in her voice. She couldn't loose him this quickly. She knew she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Mirai couldn't say no...not to those eyes...eyes so similar to hers.
"O...of course you can come," he stammered, taking her hand. She smiled and led him into the direction of the kitchen.
Dark eyes gazed upon Goten's body. They were narrow and lulling, the eyes of a seductress. Amber waves flowed behind the beauty as she came to her aim, her goal, her need. Paris traced a finger down his bare arm and openly smirked, marveling at his body.
"You don't seem happy to see me," she purred, inching her curvaceous body closer to her ex's. Her outfit left very little to the imagination, full breasts being bound by a piece of sheer pink fabric doubling as a tube top. Her hips were covered by a short piece of denim, a skirt. It barely covered her rear, and one could tell she wore nothing under the skirt. Goten gulped, backing away from the determined vixen. This just could not be happening to him, not right now. He looked around the kitchen, it seemed all the chefs and workers had disappeared into the break quarters, leaving him alone with this woman...
"If I wanted to see you, I'd visit a brothel," he said, catching her wrists, halting her assault. She twisted her lips into an evil grin, her eyes still undressing Goten, filling her mind with memories.
"Oh, still bitter? You shouldn't be, love. You weren't complaining when you slid into this every night," she moaning in his ear, coaxing his hand between her legs. His fingers brushed against her folds. She was free of hair in that region, that's how she liked to keep it. Her hips rolled, trying to urge him to play with her, tease her. Goten bit his lip, his mind fighting with his groin. This shouldn't even be a fight, he thought. There should be no question as to what he should do not right. Without wasting another second, he pushed Paris off of him. She stepped back, looking him up from head to toe the way a greedy vulture eyes a dying fawn.
"I want nothing to do with you. I am with Bra Briefs. I love her and I am going to be with her forever. You are scum...no...you are worse. You are scum's whore and I'd sooner cut my dick off than ever stick it into that blew out hole of yours," he said, pure disgust in his tone. He hated this woman with every fiber of his being. He hated what she did to him, making him unable to trust women. He hated how she tried to make it seem like he wronged her to all his friends. Most of all, he hated how his loins betrayed him.
"Well, it seems a certain member is disagreeing with you," she said, pointing to the growing bulge in his velour jogging pants. She moved swiftly and silently and began to message is member before a word could be said. Goten instinctively threw his head back and groaned before he could say a word. He rose his hands to push her off when he gained control of his body once again, but he paused as he felt a presence in the kitchen. He opened he eyes and peered at the entrance to see Bra...and MT, standing there. Both had looks of disbelief on their faces. Bra seemingly couldn't comprehend mentally what was going on. His back was against the wall, Paris...that slut...touching him, making him moan? No, that couldn't be right. She had to be imagining things. But, when she looked up at Mirai and saw an expression as stunned as her own, she knew that it was for real. Her intuition was correct.
"Bra...no, it's not how it looks," Goten yelled, nearly throwing Paris out of his way, but Bra was already running out of the kitchen. MT stopped him as he was about to pass and pushed him back. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
"How in the hell could you do that do her? How? I don't believe this...I don't believe you," MT said, his voice high and hurt. Why was he feeling so hurt? Maybe it was because all the work and planning he had put into this. Maybe because of the look in Bra's eyes when she saw Goten with that girl? The look in her eyes...the pain...the horror...
"NO! I wasn't doing anything with Paris. She's a ho, I could never do anything with her...she just caught me off guard. It was nothing. This was the first time I've seen her in over a year. You have to believe me," Goten shot back, his expression frantic. He blew it. MT shook his head, knowing that he was speaking the truth. The girl reeked of a trying of evil that was new to him. Paris winked at the pair and walked off, her hips swaying as if to say her job was done. Goten's anger rose. He wanted to kill her.
"Cool it. That's not going to help. I'll go find Bra and talk to her. Pan went to sit near the stage. Tell her I'll come back as soon as I can...and that I have to clean up YOUR mess," MT said, his eyes harsh as accusing. This is not how he planned on spending his night.
Man, can Goten do anything right in any of my fics? LOL Well, things are going to get very interesting from here on out, so you better start review. As Nelly says, "It's getting in hot in HEERRRRRE!"
