West City High, Chapter four - Aisu
The seconds burned by slowly as Trunks waited for his answer. He tapped his foot; he twiddled his thumbs; he turned on the TV. . . Figuring he should apologize, he picked his phone up off his bed, and started to mash the keys on his touch screen, "Sorry if I was too forwa-" when he was cut off by an incoming text.
"Of course, cutie ;) Where do U live?" Trunks smiled as he read it and quickly text back his address.
"Call U when I get there!!" he received back. Trunks ventured downstairs to find his mom and ask her if she could fix another seat at the dinner table. Tonight, the Briefs were having Trunks' favorite beef and cheese enchiladas with salad, rice, and baked beans. He rounded the corner to find her in the kitchen flipping through her cookbook - trying to find a recipe no doubt.
"Hey, mom. Whatcha doin'?" Trunks gave his mom a hug just before he sat down on a bar stool on the other side of the island.
"Oh, just looking up a recipe for corn bread. One of the people I work with suggested it to me, and said it was really good! I have never actually had it before. What's up with you son, how was your first day as a senior?" Bulma spoke, maintaining her visual focus on her cookbook.
"It was definitely interesting, to say the least. Not really as far as my classes, but I met a girl who says she is Tien and Launch's daughter." Trunks shrugged as Bulma's eyes immediately fixed themselves upon her lavender haired son.
"Tien and Launch? That's really weird. I had no clue they had a kid! Nor that they were even together. I know she liked him for a little while but that was before I even knew who your father was." Bulma paused and looked up in thought. "What grade is she in? Bra's age?"
"No, she says she is a senior."
"Hmmm, well, alright then, I suppose it is possible. Who else would know who those two are. If she is here, wouldn't they be too?" Bulma leaned over the counter and looked at her son with questions in her eyes.
"Well, I was coming to ask if you could make enough for one more plate. I've invited her over and she is on her way. You could ask her, since you know Tien and Launch more than I do." Trunks sensed his father leaving the gravity chamber.
"Oh, you bet I will! It has been quite some time since I have seen either of those two! Tien, probably since Buu, but it may have been longer. As for Launch, it has been centuries if I'm not mistaken!"
"Since what?" Vegeta asked as he stepped into the kitchen. He wore black and white Nike sweats without a shirt. Instead he had a white towel draped around his neck.
"Since I have seen or heard from Tien and Launch. Apparently they have a kid who is coming to visit Trunks right now. He met her at school. You should probably go shower, you smell like rotting gym socks right now." Bulma nudged her husband's chest with her pointer finger as usual.
"Who?"
"Tien… guy with the three eyes? I doubt you have ever met Launch." Bulma answered. "But seriously. A sense a shower in your immediate future!"
"Hn. I take orders from no one. I do not wish to shower right now." Vegeta lied for the sake of argument. And to half way prove a point. He was still the prince of Saiyans and therefore he still acted solely of his own free will.
"Well, I guess you don't want to eat supper then, do you?" Bulma bluffed.
Smirking, Vegeta responded, "Woman, I have lived in this house and on this planet for years. . . I think I now know how to make myself a decent sandwich. I don't need your fancy cooking to sustain my life and quench my hunger."
"Fair enough, but I know for sure of one thing you can't live with out!" Bulma shot a seductive glance at her husband that made Trunks suddenly wish he was in a different time zone. "And believe me, I won't touch a smelly pig who's been in the play pen all day." Bulma took a victorious stance with her hands on her hips, and her chest swelled with pride as she chuckled evilly.
"Smelly pig!? Don't you talk to me like that you great oaf! What makes you think I want you to touch me tonight!?" Vegeta bellowed as he stood on his toes in frustration. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he stormed up to his bathroom where he, in fact, took a shower.
By this time, Trunks was covered in a million sweat drops, and had nothing to say. Bulma carried on with a smile on her face while Trunks sat awkwardly in his seat. Trunks enjoyed moments like the other night when he had found them on the living room couch asleep together, but when they talked about their private lives, it made him feel more than uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Kehki was half way to Trunk's house as she sped down the high way in her Audi. Having not bothered changing into her human form, she sat in her frigid atmosphere with a scowl on her face. Memories flashed in an out of her mind while she growled in anger.
"Get up, you white whore! Look at what I have done to your beloved planet!" Vegeta in his blue saiyan armor stood behind the white princess with her knotted ice blue hair firmly in his grasp, and her purple eyes clamped shut as tight as they could be.
"My name is Princess Aisu." (A/N: pronounced I-Soo) She corrected him through gritted teeth. The pain she felt was excruciating, but she knew she could not give up on her beloved kingdom. Snarling at her comment, the brute flame haired saiyan picked the woman up off of the ground and threw her against one of the solid palace walls. They were in her bedroom on the balcony that over looked the entire kingdom. The planet was a beautiful, snowy planet filled with peace and prosperity. The inhabitants were all mind numbingly gorgeous in comparison to human's and Saiyans, but none were as exquisite as the Princess. She loved each and every one of her loyal subjects as if they were her own children, but when the Saiyan's arrived, she had no idea she would have to watch them all burn in front of her. Her people could not sway the beast-like invaders by charm and negotiation. They were out for blood, and the seizure of their planet by any means.
"You will not speak to me like that! Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? I am your superior, your God, and your master, you filthy ice bitch!" Vegeta spat with acid on his tongue.
"I won't give up on my people! Filthy ape!" She moaned in pain as she held her hand out in an attempt to send out an energy blast that could turn him into an ice sculpture. But before she could even muster the breath to speak the chant to her spell, prince Vegeta materialized right in front of her and grabbed her by the forearm.
"You have no people. They're dead!" he lifted her out of the dent in her bedroom wall and threw her onto the solid diamond finished floors. "But, as for you," he literally spat in her face, "I think you'll make a fine addiction to my collection."
"I'll never become one of your ornaments." She wiped the saliva off her cheek as she tried to sit up but to no avail.
"Who said I was going to just look at you, whore. I'm going to use you for everything you've got. That pretty little face of yours will look good screaming underneath me." Vegeta smirked maliciously as her eyes grew wide when her nightmare became his dream. "I haven't had much attention lately, and I've already broken all of my other toys." He envisioned countless women he's held prisoner in his sleeping chambers.
Aisu wanted desperately to wake up from her horrible nightmare but it simply refused to end. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart in sixteen different directions, and she soon passed out from the agony. Little did she know the terror was only beginning.
"Soon, you will be mine, Vegeta. I will have you feel exactly as I felt!" She shouted to her windshield as she spotted the Capsule Corp dead ahead. She mentally calmed herself as she morphed into her human form once more. Pulling up to the drive way, she saw Trunks sitting patiently on a lawn chair, with a bottle of water in his hand. She parked her car next to Trunks' shiny red convertible and climbed out the car with a smile on her luscious fire engine red lips.
"Wow, you look great!" Trunks said truthfully as he painfully realized he had not taken an after practice shower yet. Kami, I hope I don't stink!
"You're too sweet, Trunks. I can tell I'm going to really enjoy our friendship!" she said with a wink. He had changed from her casual school attire to a lacy dress that went down to her mid-shins at some points, and at other points it was just above her knees. The skirt part had many different layers to it in shades of white and grey with black ribbon lining the bottoms of the different strips of fabric. Around her waist was a white pleather corset top with black ribbon crisscrossing up the front and back and tying around her hips to a bow in the back. The sleeves on her dress were lacy and puffy that fell loosely on the sides of her shoulders. For shoes she wore a simple pair of satiny white flats.
"Ah, I think you are right!" Trunks laughed nervously. "Well, want to come in? I asked mom to make enough dinner for you if you are hungry. We are eating enchiladas, but they won't be ready til later."
"Of course." Kehki nodded as she put her hand on Trunks' back. He tensed then relaxed to her touch as he led them both through the front door and into the living room. He led them to the kitchen where his mother was now pulling out ingredients and bowls and pans for their Mexican feast tonight. His grandma Bunny was singing merrily to her self as she was chopping onions and mixing sauces.
"Hey, this is Kehki Shinhan. Kehki, this is my mom and grandmother."
"Hello there! It is such a pleasure to meet you! Would you like anything to drink? Tea with lemon maybe?" Bunny cheerily shook Kehki's hand.
"How are you? I'm Bulma, I have known your parents for a very long time, Kehki. Since you are in school with Trunks, I have to ask if they moved up here with you as well.. Last I knew, they lived far off away somewhere." Bulma did her best to keep her skepticism at bay, though she did keep her voice sweet and curious.
"Oh, no ma'am. I came here to live with my aunt. Her husband just died, and my mom thought it might be a good idea if I came lived with her for a while." Kehki nodded as if reinforcing her answer.
"Huh." Bulma replied having not remembered Launch ever mentioning she had a sister. But she gave the child the benefit of the doubt for now. "Well, next time you talk to your parents, do tell them that we all say hi and would love for them to visit some time."
"I will!" Kehki flashed smile and a thumbs up by her cheek. Where is Vegeta? I need to see those eyes that have tormented me for so many years. . .
"Well, if you want we can either go hang out in my room for a while, or we can go out to the garage. I have my guitar and stuff there. Up to you." Trunks looked at her and shrugged while she squinted playfully at him. His cheeks tinted slightly pink.
"Let's just go to your room so they don't have to go outside to a garage to find us when dinner is ready?" she suggested. Trunks agreed and he showed her up the stairs to his room. She sat down on his bed at the side and began to play with a strand of her hair.
"Well, I hope you don't mind but I haven't showered after practice yet, so if you want you can watch tv or chill on the computer for a minute while I do that. It won't take me longer than five minutes, if you don't mind." Trunks looked deep into her eyes. She leaned forward slightly and smirked up at him.
"Oh, go right ahead. I used to play sports, so I know that dirty feeling."
Trunks took a deep breath to keep his composure. Something about the way she said 'dirty' sparked about a million dirty thoughts of him taking her in the shower with him.
"Sounds good, the remote is over there on the night stand, and the computer is there. Don't worry, you won't find much porn on it." Trunks gave her a wink before he walked around the bed and grabbed a towel. He jumped in the shower and quickly washed him self spotless. These teenage hormones of mine are going to get me in trouble! I barely know her! He thought as he stepped out into the steamy bathroom where he wrapped his towel around his waist.
"Shit." He had forgotten to take clothes into the bathroom with him. He cracked the door open and said, "Hey, don't mind me, I need to grab some clothes. Don't worry, I have a towel!" He heard an 'okay' as he opened the door to find her laying on his bed, her head was high upon the pillow as she continued to play with her hair. She had one knee up and crossed over the other.
She watched him walk over to his closet where he pulled out a drawer full of sweatpants, basketball shorts, and underwear. She gazed at the way the towel curved around his hips, and watched the water drip off of his muscular back. The sight was positively to die for. On her home planet, very few men had come close to looking that good. Sure, they all had amazing faces, but their bodies were in shape at best, and not toned with rippling muscles strong enough to rip through steel. Every fiber in her flesh wanted to rip that towel off of him and push him to the floor, but she remained calm. Perhaps it will happen later in time, but for now she has to focus on getting to know Vegeta's family and how they worked. She needed to figure out the best way to slaughter him from the inside out.
Trunks turned and watched her staring at him. He looked down with his eyes to see his perfectly sculpted abs and towel tucked around his waist, then looked back up at the grey haired belle. He walked closer to her and sat down next to her. She took a deep breath that pushed her chest out ever so slightly. Ceasing to play with her hair, she leaned forward, placing her hands in front of her knees on the bed, as he bit his lip and rolled out out again. The tension was high, and Trunks knew what it was he wanted. So he took it. He pushed his lips against hers with vigor as she crawled over his lap, straddling him as they parted their lips to let their tongues take over.
So much for too soon, she thought as she ran her fingers through his wet hair. He bunched up the sides of her dress and ran his hands down her long creamy thighs as small moans escaped them both. The breathing got heavier as he lied down on the bed, and she decided that was the moment to push away.
"Can't go too far now, can we? We've met only hours ago. Let's do this right." She winked and smiled playfully.
"Well, then I suppose you should get used to me referring to you as my girlfriend." Trunks looked at her with his sexy blue eyes.
"I thought you'd never ask." She kissed him again before crawling off of him to allow him to get dressed. Trunks got a little excited in the heat of passion, and the evidence was apparent under his towel. She blushed and turned away, as Trunks grabbed his clothes and dashed to the bathroom.
Perfect, now all I need to do is get in close with them. I can finally set my plan in action, and nothing is going to stop me! Revenge shall be sweet, she thought with darkness around her eyes. This would take time, but she knew it would all be worth it.
A/N: Alrighty, there you go! OH please please please review. I would do anything! :)
