Tangled Up in Blue
Disclaimers: I do not own DBZ/GT; credit to Majin_Angel_Chan for the concept of Planet Souljin and some future characters. I do own the OCs that will make an appearance in this chapter, as well as mentioned offscreen.
Author's Note: Thank you all again for the wonderful support! It's a lot of fun diving into AO3 (and my first love, ) as I've been posting this story. If you had told me years ago that there were still active writers for DBZ I would have laughed, but it's been a pleasant surprised.
Chapter 3: Secrets, Secrets
Goten knew he had it bad.
Lying in a pool of sweat, the fighter awoke from his latest dream about Bulla and the kiss they shared nearly a month before. Without fail, almost every time he closed his eyes to drift off in slumber, the searing memory would invade his sleep. Often, the dreams were sweet and chaste, like Bulla herself, leaving Goten with a warm feeling in his stomach. Other times, his baser instincts twisted the innocent recollection into something much worse.
Tonight, Goten's dream involved him and Bulla doing much more than just kissing on that terrace. The thrill of being out in the open summertime air. The danger of being right outside where their friends and family were gathered. His hands touching body parts of hers that no man dared to touch. Her nimble fingers wrapped around him in every way possible. Kissing her, sampling her exotic flavor over and over. Before he woke, Goten was about to taste an entirely different orifice…
The halfling grimaced in shame as he wakened to a sudden stiffness between his legs, cursing his lack of control even in sleep.
Why couldn't he just move on?
It had easily been four or five months since Goten had a physical outlet, and he was certain this was a small part of why he'd felt pent up. After his breakup with Valese, he had trouble bringing himself to indulge in vain attempts of one-night stands like his younger years. The appeal just wasn't there anymore.
The demi-Saiyan was a week out from his date (if you could truly call it that) with Valese, one that ended a bit haphazardly with Goten not even making plans for another. The last thing he wanted was to be physical in that situation and confuse not only himself, but someone else.
Not only that, but after Bulla had so kindly comforted him in the wake of his relationship ending, Goten didn't want to disappoint her. Though he'd never divulge details of his sexual past with her in that way, Bulla had a knack for reading between the lines when Trunks and Goten were in their wilder days. She'd make a quick joke at his expense, but then almost unnoticeably, her eyes would sink in defeat.
The thought of disheartening the princess in any way tore at him.
Goten shot up in his bed and leaned against his headboard. Why did he care so much? It wasn't like he was involved with Bulla; he couldn't be. He owed her no loyalty in that regard. Hell, there wasn't a scenario where he could even be with her in that way.
The hybrid blushed at the thought.
Bulla just had experienced her first kiss. What kind of devil was he to fantasize, even in dreaming, about her like that? A woman who waited years for himto simply kiss her was not likely a woman who just would dive headlong into a physical connection.
But still—he wondered if she had ever envisioned him in more than just a friendly capacity.
Her young crush on him was quite obvious, something that flattered and intimidated him a bit. Goten never desired to be the object of her desire in those days. While Bulla eagerly kissed him back on her birthday, there was this ragging notion that perhaps she just was wanting to kiss him for clout. A young fantasy coming true and afterwards, he'd be tossed to the wayside.
Yet, deep down, Goten knew that wasn't right.
As much as he attempted to justify his misplaced attraction in the younger woman, he reflected on how her partiality towards him stayed consistent over the years. Bulla's efforts to hide this were remarkably strong, but as Goten spent the last few weeks replaying his history with her, her keenness towards the halfling was still evident.
Maybe she did feel something for him, still.
It wouldn't have done either of them any good with their situation however, but even so, the flutter of hope seemed to put Goten in a better mood than he had been.
He realized they had yet to discuss the moment since it happened. In fact, Goten was avoiding both Bulla and her brother by way of being busy with work, but also fear that his mask would slip, and they would know what kind of primitive behavior lied beneath.
That couldn't happen.
Goten needed to play it cool. He was seeing Trunks and Marron later that evening for their night out, and in all likelihood, would run into Bulla at Capsule Corp. on the way. He had to act as if nothing happened.
Out of respect for her, he abstained from letting his conscious mind (and hand) think of her in any manner that was crude.
Out of torture for him, Goten tried to imagine something else that would snap him out of his trance. Failing to do so.
-=-=-=-
Planet Souljin – Laboratory
Several galaxies away, a stir was happening on distant world known as Planet Souljin.
Souljin, a planet thought to have been destroyed in the days of the Cold Force, had recently reemerged several years prior as if seemingly out of nowhere. The surprising return of the world caused a disturbance in its own galaxy, but other galaxies had yet to feel the ripple effect of the reappearance. Since then, Souljin was slowly evolving into a respectable presence, their focus on science and technology at the head, with a more competent military than ever before.
Dr. Sotetsu Niwa had always known that his genetic research on the Souljin race would lead to groundbreaking discoveries, but he never expected to uncover a link to their past. As the head researcher for Planet Souljin, he spent most of his time in his laboratory, poring over data and analyzing DNA samples.
Yet today, he was joined by a royal entourage of guards accompanying King Engei, the leader of Souljin and his eldest son and heir, Prince Kusa. His tail swung in anticipation as he greeted the king and his successor.
"Welcome, King Engei," Dr. Niwa bowed politely, "Prince Kusa."
"Dr. Niwa," the Crown Prince returned. His father dipped his head in acknowledgement.
"You sounded quite urgent on your voice message, Sotetsu."
"Your Highness," the doctor bobbed his head, "I have something to show you that I think will interest you greatly."
King Engei nodded, dark green eyes scanning the lab as his tail curled around his waist. The elderly ruler of Souljin had never been particularly interested in science himself, but he trusted Dr. Niwa implicitly. The two had worked together for years, and Niwa's reputation as the foremost geneticist on Souljin was well-known.
"Please, show me what you've discovered," King Engei said, his voice deep yet well-mannered. Although Engei seemed curious, Kusa appeared polite yet disinterested.
Dr. Niwa led King Engei and Prince Kusa to a bank of computer screens that lined one wall of the laboratory. He typed in a few commands and a series of charts and graphs appeared on the screens.
"What you're looking at here is the DNA of the Souljin race," Dr. Niwa said, pointing to one of the screens. "Over the years, it's been a blend of several cultures as you know, ultimately resulting in the chromosomes you see before you. But if you look closely, you'll see something remarkable."
King Engei leaned in, studying the charts intently. His wrinkled visage creased in wonder. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for, but he relied on Dr. Niwa to guide him.
"There," Dr. Niwa said, pointing to a small section of the screen. "Do you see it?"
Dr. Niwa watched as King Engei observed carefully. After several seconds of silence, the king grimaced. "I'm afraid I don't," he admitted.
His son also shook his head, unable to understand. "Me either."
"It's a unique genetic marker," Dr. Niwa explained. "And it's only found in one other race in the universe."
Prince Kusa's eyes widened. "Which race?"
The scientist pulled up another image side by side with the DNA.
"Our ancestors from Planet Sadala—the Saiyans," Dr. Niwa said, pausing for a moment.
The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow. "This isn't anything new, Dr. Niwa," he started off saying, "we know that our bloodline descends from the Saiyan race. Hardly a discovery."
Dr. Niwa zoomed in on the screen to better showcase the marker. "The fact that we share genetic similarities isn't what is so pressing," he commented, whirling around on his computer. He brought up one more image.
"While we've been under the impression that the Saiyans have long been extinct—in my research to look for other genetic similarities, our radars picked up on something extraordinary."
The image clarified to reveal a foreign galaxy with a bright blue and green planet. "This is where our scanners picked up an identical match. Not the DNA of our ancestors," Dr. Niwa continued. He drew a sharp breath.
"Your Majesty, these are living Saiyans, residing on a planet called Earth."
King Engei was taken aback. "How can this be possible? Are you sure of this?"
Dr. Niwa nodded. "I'm positive. The levels of power I'm seeing in their DNA are extraordinary. It looks like the royal line of Vegeta survived."
King Engei's expression shifted to disbelief. "Survived? That cannot be true. Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta along with its inhabitants. There's no way any of them could have escaped."
Dr. Niwa nodded. "I understand your skepticism, Your Majesty, but the data does not lie. I'm confident that these Saiyans are the survivors of the Vegeta royal family. The marker that we've identified is a clear indication of that."
The king stood there, lost in thought for a few moments. "I met King Vegeta and his young son when he was just a boy," he revealed, "I had always hoped that the Saiyan race had survived, but when my cousin was murdered, I never dared to dream that any others lived. Let alone the royal line."
Dr. Niwa smiled. "It's an incredible discovery, Your Majesty. If we act quickly, we may be able to establish a connection with these Saiyans and form an alliance. They could even potentially help us with our genetic research."
"An alliance?" Kusa wondered.
King Engei's face was determined. "Sotetsu is correct. We must make plans at once to reach out with a diplomatic envoy. If the royal line of Vegeta has indeed survived, then it's our duty to support them and protect them."
"I understand the potential benefits of allying with the Saiyans, but I'm not convinced it's a wise move," Prince Kusa said, crossing his arms over his chest.
The king turned to his eldest son. "Why do you say that, Kusa?"
"Because we know so little about these living ones," Kusa replied. "Who is to say they wouldn't be outright hostile? And even if they are less bloodthirsty than our forefathers, their warrior culture could clash with our more peaceful ways."
Dr. Niwa cleared his throat. "Your Highness, I understand your concerns," he offered, "but the potential rewards far outweigh the risks."
"I fail to see what rewards could be worth jeopardizing Souljin's safety..."
"My prince," Dr. Niwa implored. "This could be the key to so many medical marvels. Think about what our two races could accomplish together!"
Prince Kusa shook his head. "I'm not convinced. And why do we need to ally with them anyways? We've managed just fine on our own all these years."
King Engei sighed. "Kusa, my son, I know we've been on our own for quite some time," he began, "but Souljin has been isolated for far too long. We need allies now more than ever. Our resources are dwindling, and we must look beyond our borders to secure our future."
"But what if the Saiyans are not interested in allying with us?" the Crown Prince countered.
"We won't know unless we try," King Engei replied. "If they do agree to an alliance, we'll have a powerful partner. Our military forces have been hard at work to regain an iota of the strength our ancient houses possessed. Who better to help with that than a Saiyan? Plus, the Earthlings could also be potential supporters. Think of the advantages to all our races if we combine our strengths."
The heir to the throne still seemed hesitant. "I understand, but why should we trust them?" Kusa wondered. "You and I know our history well enough that before the destruction of Planet Vegeta, Saiyans were the lapdogs of the Frieza Force. What if they turn against us in the future?"
Dr. Niwa spoke up. "Your Highness, we will take all necessary precautions to ensure the safety and prosperity of our people. But we cannot let fear hold us back from potential opportunities."
"We will establish trust through communication and diplomacy. And if they betray our trust, I'll deal with them accordingly," King Engei replied firmly.
"But we cannot let trepidation stop us from reaching out to prospective allies. If you'd like, we can send your brother—"
Kusa seemed to consider his father's words before finally relenting. "Very well, Father," the prince admitted, "but if we're going to do this, we need to be careful."
"Absolutely."
"If I may make a suggestion," the prince continued, "I propose we send Zasso instead of Toge as our envoy."
This interested the king to see his heir start to think like a ruler. Something that had been on his mind for some time now. King Engei gestured to Kusa. "Toge is my second son," he pointed out, "and Zasso my third. What are your thoughts on skipping over one brother for another?"
The Crown Prince lowered his gaze, almost to say the answer was obvious. "Zasso is more…diplomatic and less likely to offend the Saiyans with his brashness. Toge has a short fuse and could do more harm than good."
"I—I would caution the same, sire," Dr. Niwa agreed tactfully, as not to offend.
"Agreed," King Engei conceded. "I believe Zasso and General Taikan would be the best delegates. Let the Saiyans know we come in peace but have a mightier force than they might remember. I want this to go as smoothly as possible."
Prince Kusa bowed to his father. "Very well, I shall let Zasso and General Taikan know their orders," he confirmed. His father remained staring at the screen with a renewed sense of self, feeling far more invigorated than he had been in years.
As he turned to leave, King Engei nodded in thanks to Dr. Niwa. "Sotetsu, keep me posted with…whatever else you may find," he said with a telling look. The doctor bowed in understanding.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I'm confident we will obtain some answers soon."
Later that evening…
Goten tapped on the door to Trunks' place, dressed up for their night on the town. The hot end of the summertime season drew small beads of sweat on the back of neck. He exhaled slowly; the halfling was eager to get into the A/C to cool off.
Seconds later, Trunks opened the door, sopping wet and only in a towel. Goten raised an eyebrow and then a mischievous grin.
"Trunks, I'm flattered but trying to seduce me this way won't work."
"Shut up," the older Saiyan chided, rubbing a second smaller towel on his hair. "I'm still getting ready. You're here way too early," he admonished. Goten grinned.
"Or you're just running behind," he teased.
Trunks let his friend in. "Can't rush perfection," the man answered ever so modestly, prompting an eye roll from the other half-Saiyan. "If you're hungry I don't have much, but the main house should be freshly stocked," he offered. Goten's stomach rumbled.
"Aw man, why'd you say something? My stomach knows now."
Trunks shook his head at the very clear son of Goku.
"It's going to be a little bit before I'm done," Trunks continued. He didn't have the luxury of the resilient spikes of the Son family. His hair required far more attention.
"It's just Marron and me," Goten said amusingly, "no need to get all dolled up on our account."
His friend returned a glare. "Twenty minutes tops—if I'm done in fifteen, you buy the first round," Trunks added.
"And here I thought you were treating," the younger hybrid chuckled, checking a text on his phone. He assumed it was Marron confirming plans but it was just another message from Valese. Goten attempted to not react to it but Trunks caught a glimpse of his cell.
"For the love of Kami," he groaned exasperated, "Goten, I'm begging you to fuck some other woman tonight."
Goten glared at his friend. "We're not hooking up, Trunks," he insisted, "we just had one little hangout."
Trunks' eyes widened. "And you didn't tell me?" he asked, insulted.
"I didn't want to make it a big deal because it wasn't."
"What did you do on this little 'hangout' here, Goten?"
"We just walked and got some popsicles," his friend answered truthfully. Trunks scrutinized him.
"Popsicles, huh? Is that what we are calling it these days?" he wondered sarcastically.
"Man, I am telling you—"
"—tell me she at least knew what a popsicle was. I still remember the whole ice cream debacle."
Goten blushed. "Not exactly," his flush darkened as he recalled Valese all but deep-throating the sweet treat. "She kind of—" he gulped.
"Kind of what?"
"—took it all in her mouth."
Trunks' eyes bugged out as his cheeks turned pink. "You mean…?"
"The whole thing."
The older hybrid was now white as a ghost and made sure his towel wasn't loose. "And then what?"
"Just that. Walked her home and didn't even kiss."
The ice blue eyes of the elder demi-Saiyan widened. "At least I know why you keep going back," he jested.
His friend scoffed. "C'mon man," Goten was getting annoyed, "to be honest, we didn't have much to even talk about. Kind of like biting into an oatmeal cookie expecting chocolate chip."
Dark eyes trailed downwards. "I know there's a reason it hasn't worked, I'm not dumb." Goten said it almost to convince himself. "I figure eventually something else will come along, I just don't know what to do in the meantime."
The lavender-haired man ceased wringing out his wet hair, sympathetic to his friend's plight. "It'll happen, Goten."
"Trunks…"
"No, I mean it man," his companion began seriously, "look I know I've been up your ass about this a bit…"
"A bit?"
"I just don't want you to be so caught up in the past," Trunks paused thinking of the right words to say, "that you miss out on what's meant for you."
Goten's eyebrow raised, impressed. "That's probably the soundest wisdom I've ever gotten from a naked Saiyan."
He yelped as Trunks whipped the smaller towel at him.
"Fifteen minutes Son, or you're buying first round. Remember."
Trunks vanished into his room as Goten strolled over to the main house. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice various photographs of the family on the wall. A lot of them included the Z Gang from when they were kids and teenagers—Goten couldn't help but notice a shift in the photos by the time Bulla came into the picture. There was a clear change in the atmospheres with everyone's smiles and Goten knew it was all thanks to the young princess.
He adored her as a baby. She was the cutest thing he ever laid eyes. Bright blue eyes and identical hair, alabaster skin that matched her mother's – it was evident from the get-go she'd be a real beauty.
Goten's heart fluttered as he saw more recent portraits. His assumption of her attractiveness from an early age not only was true, but she developed far fairer than he could have ever imagined. Although one couldn't deny infant Bulla and adult Bulla looked clearly related, it was clear to the Saiyan man that they were starting to become separate entities to him.
The past and the present.
A rush of guilt sprung to his chest thinking of how many times he held her as a baby, promising to keep her safe. The times he would play make-believe with child Bulla, subbing in for her prince when Vegeta was too busy. Even when she was a young teen, driving her and her friends around with Trunks or chaperoning a mall trip—it was all still Bulla.
Yet, something shifted.
The photos that had been taken over the past year included quite a few of the next generation in particular. Goten never really noticed before but in a lot of the pictures he'd be right in-between Bulla and his best friend. Innocently posing with his arms around both of them; two people he cared about the most in this world. He felt a tingling sensation when he observed that Bulla often would put her arms around him or head on his shoulder. Always so subtle and innocent, like her.
His fingers traced over one picture in particular where her smile was remarkably wide, so much that it stalled him. "B-Chan," he murmured to no one. Dark eyes languidly turned their attention to Trunks in the photo and the hybrid frowned.
Goten knew if Trunks had any inkling how he'd been feeling lately about Bulla, his face would be cut out of each of these photos. The thought of anything coming between the two blood brothers seemed impossible at one point. Now, Goten feared, he was treading down a path that could lead to mass disruption in all their lives.
Nothing seemed to be worth that risk; not even her.
The hybrid pulled himself away from that though as he continued down his path. A thud and two voices caused a commotion in the gravity room when he passed the door. Goten's hand hovered over the door momentarily, feeling prompted to stop and check, but before turning the handle, something told him to leave it be. His stomach let out an unearthly growl, triggering a small sweat drop to appear on his head.
He figured he'd peek in after his visit to the kitchen.
The gravity room weighed heavily against Bulla bones, more so than it had in a long time. After the months she spent training with her father, her progress was commendable. But Bulla knew that for all her practice and effort, she was still very much a novice in comparison to the fighters she grew up with. The past few weeks felt a bit like a setback; her sidetracked nature getting the best of her.
Bulla's attempts at pushing her limits only resulted in fatigue and frustration.
The princess gritted her teeth as she tried to power up, her muscles straining under the intense heaviness of the atmosphere around her. Vegeta stood in the corner, groaning in annoyance.
"Concentrate, Bulla," he growled. "You're not pushing yourself hard enough."
Bulla scowled. She had been training for hours. Didn't he realize that? While she loved her father, his training style was far from supportive. It was infuriating, to say the least.
"I am concentrating!" she snapped back at him. Bulla rarely raised her voice to Vegeta, but when she did, a burst of her Saiyan heritage came out looking for blood.
Vegeta shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're not focusing your energy properly. Your mind is wandering. Stay in the moment, or you'll lose control."
Bulla let out a huff of air and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She knew her father was right; there was lot on her mind distracting her, but his constant criticism was starting to wear the heiress down. After one last exertion of energy, it was clear the heiress was spent.
Her father sighed and lowered the gravity level, causing Bulla to descend towards the ground in exhaustion.
"Bulla," he started off in a harsh tone, "if you cannot master this form, it's as if you don't even have the ability in the first place."
She glowered in his direction. "Don't you think I know that?" she retorted.
"Careful girl," Vegeta said firmly, "as glad as I am that you are getting more in touch with your Saiyan side, I am still your father."
Bulla's face fell, knowing he was correct.
"Sorry Daddy," she spoke quietly, "I'm just starting to think maybe this whole thing is a fluke. Maybe female Saiyans aren't—"
"Aren't what? As strong as the Saiyan males?"
"Maybe we're not meant to go—"
"No daughter of mine will hang her head in defeat so easily."
His child refused to look him in the eye, which Vegeta took seriously. "Bulla, you are from a lineage of noble blood, the first female Saiyan born in our line in five generations. Someone who possesses unlimited potential. I can accept your inexperience and lack of practice when it comes to your performance, but hear you me, I will never listen to you doubt yourself while I'm around. Do you understand?" Vegeta monologued.
Bulla stared at her father longingly. For all his bravado and brashness, his pride extended not only to himself, but his family. Though his manner was often harsh, in truth, it was his love language in a way.
A lack of a response prompted Vegeta to snap his fingers to get her attention. "Do you understand?" the Saiyan Prince repeated.
She nodded. "Yes sir."
"Good," he approved, grabbing her head. Bulla looked up and smiled softly at her father. "You will get better at it Bulla; you just have to clear your head of distractions."
"Trying to," she confessed. A frown appeared on her father's face.
"You've been preoccupied during our training sessions since your birthday," Vegeta mentioned. His eyes narrowed. "Any particular reason?"
Bulla attempted to hold her composure. "Not really," she lied with confidence. If there was anything Bulla was skilled at, it was hiding her affections for a certain Saiyan hybrid.
Vegeta hmphed. "We're done for the evening," he claimed, heading towards the exit. Bulla remained where she stood, determined to try once more on her own.
"I'll catch up with you later, Dad."
The Saiyan Prince exited the room with a huff, leaving Bulla to herself. If she wanted to overexert herself again, she was free to do so. As Vegeta departed, he walked into Goten nearby leaving the kitchen, his cheek stuffed while finishing up a last bite.
He scowled. Just the distraction he had been talking about.
"Don't you have a home of your own?" Vegeta questioned to the younger Saiyan.
Goten shot up when he noticed he was not alone. "Oh, hey Vegeta," he began casually, almost as if concealing a secret, "how are you this evening?"
"I'd be better if I didn't have my refrigerator invaded by a third-class mongrel every week."
The hybrid let out an awkward smile. Mongrel was a new one. No matter how comfortable he was with Vegeta and his family, the Saiyan Prince was one of the few men that could end him in an instant. That sort of power was to be feared. Especially after what transpired the previous month…
"I'm just waiting for Trunks to finish getting ready, honest," Goten insisted putting his hand behind his head. "Besides, haven't seen you since Bulla's birthday. I was overdue for a visit."
Vegeta flinched at the mention of his daughter's name. "You have been keeping your distance recently," he acknowledged the change, "why is that?"
Goten's eyes widened. Vegeta was never the most approachable man but his eyes were cutting daggers right now at him. Surely, Vegeta couldn't have known anything about their kiss? Could he? Unlikely, however, he wasn't about to take any chances.
"Work has been busy," it wasn't a lie, Goten figured, "I'm surprised I'm even free tonight."
The Saiyan Prince focused his eyes once more on the younger man before sneering and walking away. He didn't appreciate the glib manner Goten took with him. Even if he was a kid he had known since birth, something about Kakarot's second born felt too familiar.
"One of these days boy, you'll be able to look me in the eye and tell me exactly what I want to hear."
It wasn't a threat, so much as a guarantee.
Goten's face whitened. Vegeta was always awe-inspiring in his ferocity, but Goten could feel a palpable shift from previous meetings. He just nodded his head in respect in hopes that was all the prince wanted to discuss for the evening. As Vegeta's form faded, Goten was distracted by strange energy level coming from inside the gravity room. Prior to running into the older Saiyan, Goten thought he felt two agitated powers at first, but then it dissipated. This particular force was starting to get roused once more.
If it wasn't Vegeta's ki then…
Bulla let out a sigh of irritation and leaned against the wall, feeling a little defeated. Some daughter of the great Saiyan Prince she was.
The bluette contemplated calling it quits for the night, but then she remembered why she was here in the first place. She was determined to master her ability, no matter what. Bulla straightened up and began to practice on her own.
Breathing through her nose, she steadied herself. As she focused, the princess gained a spike in energy once more. Bulla's brow furrowed as she unleashed a raucous cry while powering up. Her aura intensified with her yelling as specks of gilded light danced around her pliant frame.
While she continued to push herself, sweat poured over Bulla's face, trying desperately to maintain her golden silhouette. A flicker of brightness exerted from her body as she felt the familiar sensation of her hair standing upright on its own accord. Her reflection in the tile below confirmed she achieved her much sought after level once more.
Goten could only watch from the doorway in awe.
Bulla was a Super Saiyan.
Mouth agape, he continued to observe her with a slight pool of warmth accumulating in his mid-section. Though her hair was no longer the shade of cerulean he adored, Bulla in this gilt form ignited something within him. He caught a whiff of her perspiration, the fighter in him mesmerized. His olfactory receptors rendering him senseless.
Ecstatic, and oblivious to the man behind her, Bulla cheered for joy. Yet, her happiness was fleeting. Just as soon as she transitioned, she rapidly lost control and reverted to her normal state in less than a minute. The heiress let loose a guttural scream, beating her fists on the ground in frustration.
Aggravated again, Bulla turned to leave the training room, only to find Goten standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock.
"Bulla!"
Her throat closed at the sight of the handsome hybrid. "Goten…" she managed to croak out in bewilderment.
"I had no idea you could transform into a Super Saiyan!" he exclaimed.
Bulla's face enflamed with mortification. She had been so focused on her training that she hadn't even noticed Goten watching her. It was the first time in nearly a month since she saw him last.
Since she last felt his lips upon her, too.
The blue-eyed woman immediately tried to shake that thought from her mind and pretended to be calm as a cucumber. Bulla folded her arms, playing off the discovery.
"Yeah, but it's not a big deal," she muttered, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Goten shook his head. "Are you kidding? This is amazing!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You're the first female Super Saiyan…in like what, ever? Why didn't you tell anyone?!"
She sighed, knowing that the answer was both complicated and simple. "My dad made me promise not to tell anyone until I've mastered it," Bulla answered. While her father was a strict instructor, he was effective when it came to pushing her past her limits. "Trunks doesn't even know."
"I'm surprised," Goten continued, "you would think Vegeta would shout it from the rooftops with that Saiyan pride of his."
"Tougher to be proud of an accident," she carried on, "though it's been activated, I've yet to conquer it."
The older Saiyan frowned at younger hybrid's disappointment in herself.
Ashamed, Bulla turned her head downwards. "I can barely trigger the form on my own," she confessed, "a lot of times it's out of my control. Even then, there's maybe only a minute or two that I can hold it for. Some Super Saiyan, huh?"
Nevertheless, Goten continued to stare in awe at her.
"Still," he started off saying, "for someone newer to training, that's pretty remarkable."
She was touched by his astonished manner. Bulla faced him once more. "Yeah, well, maybe if I had started training sooner, this wouldn't be an issue."
"Not your fault, B."
A small smile returned to her face as Bulla brushed a finger on Goten's chest. "We can't all be seven-year-old Super Saiyan prodigies, Son Ten."
The comment prompted a laugh from the elder halfling.
"Dumb luck that I accessed it as early as I did," Goten said genuinely.
"Still longer than me."
"You'll get there," he admitted, "but you make a good point. I have a lot of experience with the form. Maybe that's something I can help with?"
Bulla's ears perked up in curiosity. "Help?" she wondered.
"Yeah," Goten nodded, "I didn't mean to pry but as I was approaching the gravity room, I heard you and your father going at it. I know Vegeta is an expert when it comes to this sort of thing, but perhaps another perspective might benefit you?"
"Meaning?"
"What if I helped train you? I could be another tutor."
Goten train…her?!
The thought of spending additional one-on-one time with Goten was tempting. He did this sort of thing for a living, so she knew he had to have some expertise, even if most of who he taught were regular humans.
Selfishly though, this was a rare chance for her to be near him without the weight of her father's eye watching over. Trunks' eyes, too. Whenever Goten was around, Trunks was there like a shadow, and this would be one of those few instances they could justify his absence.
"You?" she asked skeptically.
He laughed. "Is that so strange?"
Aquamarine eyes narrowed in on him. His motives seemed pure enough, but this was Goten who was offering her his help. It was like something out of a dream.
"I know you have a lot on your plate," Bulla said, not wanting to burden him.
"I wouldn't offer it if I didn't mean it," Goten replied. His grin grew cheeky. "Besides," he started again, "I could take you as a private client and free up some time at the dojo. Honestly, you'd be doing me a favor."
Her father's smirk emerged on her lips. "Ah, the truth comes out," she commented, "someone's looking for a big pay day."
"Hardly Briefs," he winked at the female demi-Saiyan, "if I was charging, you couldn't afford me."
Bulla had to give it to the older hybrid, he was brazen and bold and everything she craved in a man. "You know, I have wanted to branch out," the princess returned, "Dad has been so intent on being my only trainer, I don't want limit my perspective."
"See?" Goten answered.
"He'll be jealous," Bulla warned playfully, "you prepared for my father's wrath?"
She said it in a joking tone, but the nerves started to creep back in Goten's mind. "Ah you know, I didn't even think about that…" he trailed off, apprehensively.
"Don't worry," Bulla rejoined, "what Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."
She bent in close as she said this, the thought of their secret encounter still fresh in her mind. Though she meant those words just for training, Goten couldn't help but wonder if there was a double meaning. He gave off a smirk of his own.
"Playing with fire, B-Chan."
"Does that scare you?"
Bulla could hardly believe her audacity. The banter felt so natural, but even she couldn't deny the flirty undercurrent. It came out briefly during the night of their kiss, and even though they had yet to discuss the moment, it was evident that it was still impacting the two Saiyan hybrids.
He leaned into her. "Anyone who doesn't fear your father is a stupid man," Goten laughed.
"Fair," she returned a chuckle of her own, "and you're far from stupid."
The compliment brought a small flush to his cheeks. He cleared his throat and put his hand on her shoulder. "Still," Goten continued, "despite your dad's ire, I'm intrigued."
The heiress cocked an eyebrow.
"Call me inquisitive, but I'm very interested in seeing what you can do."
Goten gave her a squeeze to confirm his words. There was a small part of him wondering just what the hell he was offering to the woman in front of him, but the sight of her in that gilded state entranced him. He had to learn more.
"So, is that a yes?"
The older man was staring directly down at the younger halfling, his tall figure dwarfing hers. With her Saiyan blood, few things intimidated Bulla. Under the shade of Goten however, she felt positively dainty. Her breathing slowed as her lashes curled in fascination.
"It's a deal, princess."
A satisfying shiver tickled down her spine. She inhaled for a moment. "Just tell me when and where," the beauty simpered.
Goten returned the look. "Tomorrow," he said to her surprise, "meet me by the fields near Mount Paozu. Should have plenty of privacy."
"Privacy,"Bulla ruminated blushing, knowing he meant from prying eyes for their training, but the idea of just the two of them out in the open without interference was exhilarating.
"That work for you?"
His question brought her back and she smiled. "Looking forward to it, Sensei."
The teasing tone prompted a pleased chuckle. "Flattery will get you everywhere Bulla," Goten added, "let's do noon. I've a feeling if tonight goes late, the extra sleep will be needed."
The bluette broadened her eyes, realizing the reason he was over. "I almost forgot the three of you had plans," she confessed as they exited the gravity room.
"Yeah, it's been far too long!" Goten stated happily in the hallway. Bulla couldn't help but beam. Though part of her was slightly jealous of the bond the three friends shared, she couldn't deny how much they enjoyed each other's company.
"Well don't get into too much trouble, Goten," she chaunted, "I need you sharp for tomorrow."
"Princess's orders?"
"Absolutely, Third-Class."
Something about her father's words coming out of her mouth amused Goten to no end. "Dang, that's the second time tonight someone has called me that," he kidded.
Bulla flashed a grin. "Gotta keep you in your place, Son."
He towered over her once more. "I'm very aware," his dark eyes glinted, taking in her disheveled appearance. Goten became keenly alert to the fact that this was his first time seeing Bulla tousled and tatty. Most of the women he was attracted to hardly worked out, let alone trained. In many ways, by blood and by nature, his Saiyan side eagerly enjoyed the prospect of sparring with an equal. Though Bulla had further to go, he could tell she was already far stronger than most realized.
"Something on my face?"
She asked the question to mask her nervousness around the man in front of her, as Goten realized he had been quiet for a minute. Now that she mentioned it, Goten did see a minor speck of dirt on her jawbone. He licked his thumb and brushed it from her face, instinctively, to Bulla's delight and surprise. The older demi-Saiyan ran his thumb over the clean spot.
"Better," his voice was low and smooth.
Her sharp breath caused him to release her face, but the two never lost eye contact. Bulla's insides kept pressuring her to bring up the night they kissed; bubbling curiosity fizzing up. It had been gnawing at her for weeks now and she wasn't about to let the opportunity pass.
"Say Goten, we haven't talked about—"
"Bulla, quit bugging Goten. He's got better things to do than entertain a bratty kid."
Trunks' sudden emersion, freshly showered and dressed, caught both Bulla and Goten by surprise. The vein on her forehead creased at the interruption and insult. "Not a kid anymore," she said heaving her chest, "and far more mature than you."
Goten chuckled, but he had wondered what Bulla was going to bring up before. His gut told him it was what he was pondering himself. Yet, the moment had clearly passed with Trunks' disruption.
"She has a point, Trunks," he teased. "Besides," Goten noted with a wink to Bulla, "the lady's never a bother."
Bulla blushed at his defense of her. "See Trunks?" she turned and scrunched her nose in victory, prompting an eye roll.
"Whatever," her brother gestured with a wave, "we gotta get going anyways, Goten. I told Marron we'd meet her at her new place."
His friend understood. Goten faced Bulla once more, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you, B-Chan."
Their little secret. Bulla nodded back, a small smile creeping. "I'm sure you will," she replied, entertained.
Trunks eyed the two strangely. Sometimes, they could be so weird together.
"Yeah, yeah, c'mon we don't have all night," he muttered walking away with Goten. Bulla blushed as she headed in the opposite direction, her heart pounding noticeably. She turned back to their fading figures, hoping to catch Goten's attention once more but the two men were already in a new conversation.
"So you're telling me Valese put it all in her fucking mouth?"
"I'm telling you—I have never seen a girl do that before."
Her heart stalled at the weakening voices, unmistakably picking up the mention of Goten's former flame. Had they gotten back together? She tried to quiet the worry in her mind, but sadness panged at her.
The lightness she felt minutes earlier turned heavy.
Marron's apartment building was situated on the corner of a busy street; the hustle and bustle of West City inescapable and yet, her 19th floor loft seemed almost removed from it all. The blonde-haired woman descended the elevator and joined her friends as they waited on the sidewalk to start their evening. Trunks whistled.
"Wow, Marron, you're doing well for yourself," he remarked, eyeing the luxurious building.
"Yeah!" Goten praised. "I know you said you got a great deal but dang, wasn't expecting this."
Marron smiled, feeling proud of her new home. "Thanks, guys. It's a bit bigger than I need, but I couldn't resist the view," she said tucking her loose strands behind her ear. Instead of her usual pigtails, Marron opted for a simple ponytail with whisps that clung to her skin in the sweltering heat.
Goten chimed in. "How are you adjusting to living in the city?"
"It's definitely different from what I'm used to," Marron said shrugging, "but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
"I'd say you're doing well so far on your year of trying new things," Goten commented.
Their lavender-haired friend snorted. "Almost forgot about that," he jested.
"Trunks, knock it off. Can we just have a nice, friendly night out?"
"I'm genuinely curious though, Marron—" Trunks began.
"About?"
"—what prompted this whole year of new things, anyway?"
Marron looked pensive for a moment as they walked. "I guess I just realized that, here I am at twenty-six, and I've yet to do really anything with my life. Most of it has been spent being sheltered on an island with my parents and a pervert—a lovable one, but a pervert nonetheless—and the closest I have ever really gotten to having an adventure was getting turned into chocolate."
"Whoa," Goten added, "deep."
"So I guess in a way, this is just a small attempt to add a little bit of exciting activity into my life—and try to make myself as cool as you both!" she kidded.
Trunks, unable to resist teasing Marron, smirked in her direction. "Well lucky for you," he joshed putting an arm around her, "we can show you the ropes."
Marron rolled her eyes, knowing that Trunks always had to get a jab in whenever possible. "Yeah, because I'm completely lost without you two," she retorted, playfully punching Trunks in the arm.
Goten quietly hung back a bit as he observed Trunks and Marron shoving each other. It was like nothing had changed from when they were kids.
And yet…
"Never have I ever stolen something."
The three friends were situated in a cozy booth at their latest location, a Western establishment decorated with neon signs and a giant mechanical bull in the corner. The rowdy noise surrounding the trio only helped intensify their buzz.
Goten immediately put his finger down and grimaced. "That's not fair," he started off saying, "you knew I stole that candy bar when we were kids."
Trunks chuckled. "Exactly, that's why I picked it."
"Not like you've ever needed to steal something, Mr. President."
"Need he says, like he was starving!"
"I was starving!"
"Get over it, Goten."
Marron hiccupped interrupting the two boys and put her finger down for the same question. "I stole a pen from school once," she confessed quietly.
"Ooh, a real criminal," Trunks smirked.
Goten rolled his eyes. "Come on, man. Give her a break," he pleaded, "this is like her fourth round of straight liquor."
"Hey, she's the one who insisted on trying something new. This was new."
Marron shook her head. "It's fine, Goten," she confirmed, "besides I've got a good one for the next prompt."
The two men leaned in curiously.
"Never have I ever been caught watching porn by my parents!"
"Fuck," Trunks cursed taking a shot, "I thought we said no singling out."
"Oh trust me, I'm not singling you out," Marron's gaze turned to Goten who was bright red.
He took a shot and glared. "Most awkward day of my life," Goten added, embarrassed.
"I can't believe your mother didn't ground you right then and there."
"No worse," Goten began, "she made my dad give the birds and the bees talk. At sixteen!"
The friends laughed at his misfortune. "And how did that go?" Trunks wondered.
"Let's just say his lack of a formal education surprisingly has not hindered my dad's understanding of the human body."
"Eww," Marron cringed, "I don't want to think about Uncle Goku talking about sex."
"My punishment was worse, though."
"Worse than that?"
"Yeah," Trunks took another sip. "My dad sat down and watched it with me describing things with vivid detail in relation to what he does with my mom."
Goten choked on his beer at the thought. "That's therapy inducing," he confessed, "no wonder you're so fucked up."
He let out a howl as Trunks punched his arm a little harder than he should have.
"No teenager should ever hear that!" Marron said, her hand covering her face.
"Yeah…not gonna lie, it kind of ruins it for you."
The three of them reveled in their company. It had been far too long since their last GTM outing, and tonight was a chance to let loose and forget about their problems for a bit. Trunks didn't have to worry about anything Capsule Corp. related, Marron could leave her doubts and fears behind, and Goten didn't have to be sidetracked by his ever-growing interest in the sister of his best friend.
But he was.
"How's your sister been, Trunks?" Goten wondered looking at his reflection in his beer.
The comment made Trunks raise an eyebrow. "Weren't you two talking when you were over earlier?"
"Sure but," the younger hybrid attempted to recover, "it was just a couple minutes. I didn't know if you knew more."
"Bulla's Bulla," Trunks answered with a swallowing the remnants of a scotch. He grabbed his second scotch and gave it a swirl. "She's actually been kind of weird this month."
Goten's ears perked up. "Weird how?"
"Like I don't know," his friend looked pensive, "she's just been training a lot more with Dad recently and then when she's not in her lab, the girl's sequestered in her room."
Their friend twinkled her blue eyes with curiosity. "I didn't know Bulla trained!" Marron exclaimed in surprise.
"Just this past year she started," Goten answered absentmindedly with a sip. Trunks and Marron leaned in towards him and he realized he said a bit too much.
"Seems like you're pretty caught up," the elder halfling retorted, charily.
A nervous laugh escaped his lips. "Who me?" he teased. "I just ran into her outside of the gravity room and asked about it," Goten recovered.
"I should reach out to her," Marron suggested, "I feel bad I've been so busy lately. I know she sometimes gets bummed when we all hang out without her."
"What? She's my baby sister," Trunks retorted, "she knows the deal."
"Still," Marron continued, "Bulla is our friend too!"
Her gleam at Goten to answer caused a tense chuckle to bubble up once more. "Right, friend," he nodded, as if trying to persuade himself. Goten cleared his throat. "I just wanted to make sure she was okay, she seemed a bit stressed."
"This guy," Trunks said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. A manager went to chastise the behavior before Trunks slipped him 100 zeni and disappeared. Marron groaned. The rich boy was untouchable.
"Trunks, I hate it when you smoke," Marron said waving her hands as he blew a puff in her face. He offered a taste to the blonde.
"One more new thing," the demi-Saiyan teased.
She considered his words for a moment. With a glare, she snatched it out of his hands and braced herself for the putrid flavor. Marron sulked as she immediately coughed and handed it back to her friend. "Kami, that's disgusting!"
Trunks took another drag of the cigarette to continue his original point.
"It's no wonder you're in a dry spell, Goten. Between you hung up on Valese and now worried about a teenager, your head barely has time to process anything else."
He took one more puff, his resolve steady.
"Marron, we gotta get him laid tonight."
"Valese?!" Marron exclaimed, ignoring the last part of Trunks' statement. "Goten, I thought you said it wasn't anything."
The dark-haired man shot a glare at Trunks for revealing things to Marron. "We just had one hangout—nothing serious," Goten answered, emptying his beer. "She texts sometimes but I haven't even made plans with her for anything else. I just don't want to be rude and ignore her."
She looked at her friend dubiously but relented. "It's fine Goten, we don't need to talk about it if you don't want to," Marron insisted. She coughed again still reeling from the cigarette. "Let's just continue the game," the blonde suggested, to Trunks' dismay. It was Goten's turn this time.
"Never have I ever…" Goten took his time to think of something worthwhile, and to get back at Trunks. An evil grin appeared on his face. "Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this bar."
Both Trunks and Marron turned white and stared at each other. Goten knew his plan was working. "Remember guys, you have to be honest."
His two friends snatched their shots and instantly downed them, leaving the dark-haired Saiyan satisfied with the pot he stirred.
"And with that," Goten began exiting his seat, "I'm going to grab another round."
As their companion left, Marron's cheeks flushed. "So, who's going to tell Goten we both have had crushes on him?" she joked, trying to clear the air.
Trunks laughed. "Speak for yourself, Marron," he answered taking a drink of his scotch, "I don't swing that way."
"Could've fooled me, Prez," she giggled, the alcohol emboldening her. He rolled his eyes.
"Nah, I just saw a girl across the bar I'm pretty sure I went to high school with. Super cute."
Marron's laughter ceased, not knowing if he was being serious or not. "Ah," she began, "so there's the truth."
"And what about you?" he provoked mercilessly. "I know you can't deny that you had a crush on me once."
"Once being the key word," Marron responded with a sip of her other beverage. Once, but never stopped.
"I tend to have that effect on women."
"What? Attracting them only to drive them away with your personality?"
"Ouch," Trunks retorted with another swig of alcohol, "we're going there, huh?"
"You started it," Marron replied with her tongue sticking out.
The prince eyed his friend with one final long drag of his cigarette. Something about her feistiness really did it for him. He seemed to remember his father insisting that Saiyan men were attracted to strong females. Though he adored Marron's softer side, he couldn't help but be enticed when she got frustrated with him. It was more potent than the nicotine in his hand.
He flicked the thin white line and put it out, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. She returned his intense staring, feeling flushed.
Goten returned with a fresh round, cutting the tension of the moment. "That two rounds now Trunks that I've covered," he kidded, "I expect a full reimbursement."
Trunks ignored Goten completely as he looked over at the mechanical bull in the corner of the bar. A mischievous grin was planted on his face. "Hey, Marron, I dare you to ride that thing."
Marron rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and puke everywhere? I don't think so."
"You don't have to Marron," Goten insisted. "Maybe we should just stick to hanging out, Trunks."
But Trunks, ever his father's son, wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Come on, Marron, don't chicken out. I bet you can't even stay on for five seconds."
Marron narrowed her eyes, feeling a surge of anger at his continuous taunting. "You think I can't do it?" she asked defiantly. Her focused turned to the corner of the bar as she took another shot. "Fine, Trunks," the blonde declared walking over. "I'll show you what I can do."
As she made her way over to the mechanical bull, Trunks and Goten exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Marron so determined before.
"You just had to go and provoke her," Goten shook his head.
"She'll be fine—she'll fall off immediately."
Goten sighed as they took their drinks to watch their friend likely make a fool of herself.
Marron nervously hopped on the bull, feeling a little reckless, but eager to try to make Trunks eat his words. She glared at him intensely which prompted an amused chuckle.
When the buzzing of the machine started up, Marron clung on for dear life, her body bouncing and swaying as the bull spun and bucked. She dug her heels in and attempted not to let the springing nature of the machine to get to her. Trunks and Goten watched in amazement, cheering her on as she somehow managed to stay on.
"Holy shit," Trunks breathed, impressed.
"Go Marron!" Goten cheered from the sides.
While hanging tightly onto the bull, a group of rowdy men nearby started catcalling and making crude remarks. Marron was too distracted to notice, but the noise didn't escape a certain Saiyan prince. Trunks felt his blood boil, and he turned to confront them.
"Hey, back off! Can't you see she's just trying to have a good time?"
One of the men sneered. "What's the matter, tough guy? Jealous off the bull? I know I am."
Trunks growled as his fist clenched.
"No need for that," Goten insisted getting in between the increasingly irate Trunks and the rude guy. He gave off a glare of his own. "That's our friend you're talking about," Goten added darkly as a warning.
"The way this one is fuming you'd think it was his date."
"Hey asshole—"
Goten pushed Trunks gently aside. "It's not worth it," he said as Trunks was close to snarling. He cursed under his breath as Goten released his arm.
Marron finally lost her balance and toppled over in laughter. She made it over a minute, much to everyone's amazement, but especially hers. Oblivious to the near altercation, she squealed at her friends. Goten gave her a whistle while Trunks was still trying to calm down. As she rose and sauntered over to the edge to meet her friends, the same guy from before loomed above her, blocking her way.
"How about you ride me next sweetie?" he suggested. The man cocked an eyebrow in her direction, nearly causing her to retch.
"I think I'm all set," she said quietly looking to pass.
"I promise you'll enjoy yourself, hot stuff."
"No thanks," Marron tried to maneuver past him but within a second, she felt the firm slap of a hand on her ass.
Her eyes bugged out, as silence befell the room. Marron barely had time to process her shock as, in the matter of an instant, she saw a fist fly past her to make contact on the man's jaw. Trunks' uppercut brought the man up into the air, hitting a hanging light and coming back down fully unconscious. A thud echoed as his body landed and the rest of the guy's friends stood still.
Trunks flipped his hair out of his eyes to observe the remaining men.
"Anyone else?" he questioned coldly.
Goten's face whitened, and Marron's stunned expression barely had time to form before the rowdy group charged at Trunks all at once.
Instinctively, Goten hoisted Marron over his shoulder in a panic and ran for the exit, while Trunks easily took on the riffraff. He placed her on the sidewalk and wordlessly gestured for her to stay put. The half-Saiyan immediately ran back into the establishment to do the same for Trunks who had already made work of the other men. As Goten lifted Trunks, the latter threw out several large wads of cash as they were chased by the manager out of the building.
Scooping Marron up in his free arm, Goten flew off with both of his best friends over his shoulders, angry shouts from the manager echoing from the ground.
Trunks steadied his breathing as he felt the sensation of someone looking at him. He slowly raised his eyes to see Marron gazing pensively his way. The two blushed and remained silent as Goten finally unleashed a loud sigh stuck in his throat.
They stayed that way the rest of the flight home. Goten managed to make it to Marron's building in one piece with both friends in tow. "Kami," he breathed setting them down, "you're getting fucking heavy, Trunks."
"Hey, no one said you had to keep holding the both of us!"
Marron embraced Goten. "Thank you for your help," she murmured as he held her. The blonde released him from his grasp and went to squeeze Trunks in a similar manner.
The eldest hybrid wordlessly tightened his grip as Goten turned his head, trying to give some privacy. He cleared his throat.
"I actually should get going," Goten admitted, thinking of his next day appointment with Bulla. "Trunks, can you get her upstairs alright?"
His friend nodded, still quiet with Marron hugging him firmly. She muttered something into Trunks' shoulder that sounded like, "Goodnight Goten."
The dark-haired man's lips curled upwards. He saluted the two and took off towards his own apartment. Marron lifted her head to her friend who looked down at her intently.
"Alright cowgirl," he teased, "time to go."
Trunks helped Marron to her apartment door and held her purse while she fumbled for her keys. They were silent for the whole walk upstairs. Uncomfortable silence for Trunks.
"Sorry about getting us kicked out, Mare."
The older Saiyan man was embarrassed by how unfittingly he acted. Normally, he was more in control of his senses, but something just burned inside him seeing Marron's backside grabbed by a total stranger.
Marron smiled at her friend. "You were protecting my honor," she teased with a grin, "I can't say I've had many men do that for me before."
"Don't get used to it," Trunks jested back, "everybody gets one."
She finally found the right key and opened her entry door ajar. A smirk reminiscent of her mother appeared on her face. "You mean to tell me if another guy tried to touch me, you wouldn't knock him out too?" Marron wondered, batting her eyelashes.
The thought prompted Trunks to furrow his brows. He hoped that no one would ever try to touch Marron inappropriately again, but he knew that there were people out there capable of harming the beautiful blonde. His blood was on fire just imagining it.
"I'd probably do worst than that," Trunks confessed softly.
His words stalled Marron's movements for a moment. She glanced up at her best friend and studied the hardness of his visage, as if he could cut ice with those baby blue eyes of his. When he set his gaze on her, however, the eyes tempered themselves. Marron quivered where she stood.
Nimbly, her fingers brushed away a loose strand of hair to tuck behind her ear.
"You'd do that for me?" the blonde asked, touched by his devotion.
Her lavender-haired companion brushed the remaining hairs to the side of her face as her cheeks reddened. "There is very little I wouldn't do for you, Marron."
The two were silent again for moment.
"Trunks," she said quietly, breaking the tension between them. "There's—there's something else I'd like to try for my year of all things new."
The hybrid raised his eyebrows in curiosity. They were already back at her place, how much more energy did she have to go out?
"What, Marron?" his tone was not harsh, merely inquisitive.
Taking a breath for courage, Marron leaned in. Shoot your shot. "I've always wanted to know what it was like to be with a Saiyan," she whispered, her alcohol flush evident. Or perhaps she was nervous?
Trunks inhaled quickly. The normally timid Marron (at least timid when it came to these matters) just essentially gave him the greenlight he had been searching for.
"Marron," he breathed her name with hallowed reverence.
She blushed as she tilted her head up even closer. "More so," his friend began again, "a Saiyan Prince," Marron murmured, hoping her directness left no doubt about who she meant.
Her chin was cupped by Trunks' firm grip, as she found herself gazing directly into his piercing eyes. Marron parted her mouth in anticipation. She was ready for anything.
He smirked, too much his father's son, and she couldn't help but notice how much they took after their parents' mannerisms. Trunks' self-assured appearance made her wonder what he'd do next.
She felt his fingers rub against her jawline, keeping her focus on him. Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Sorry, Marron."
The blue-eyed girl's heart sank for an instant as his tone sounded almost mocking.
"I think my dad is still mad at your mom for breaking his arm," he continued to tease, "I don't know if he'd be down to fuck her daughter."
The comment infuriated Marron as he laughed irreverently at her expense.
"Trunks, you asshole, you know who I mean—"
She didn't finish her sentence as the young prince claimed her mouth in ravenous fashion. He steadied her against the door and pushed it back further until the two were in her apartment. Trunks lifted her up with one arm and used the other to slam the door behind them, eventually boosting her other leg to match its partner.
Marron grabbed fistfuls of lavender hair as she matched his passion with the kiss, allowing access to her tongue and so much more.
Eventually, Trunks stumbled into the bedroom and threw them both on the bed, hovering over her as he started to lift off her clothes as well as his own. He grinned as he saw her undergarments were her signature pink color. The hybrid tore away from her lips momentarily to lean back and reveal his chiseled torso with the removal of his tank. Marron's mouth began to water. He just oozed confidence; her entire core trembled.
They observed each other, silently for a second, ragged breathing between them both. In a moment, nothing was going to be the same for the two friends. As much as he wanted her, Trunks needed to be certain this wasn't just a bibulous fantasy.
"Trunks?"
The softness of her timbre brought him back. He stared her down, intent on gaining clarity.
"Tell me now," Trunks whispered in between exhales, "tell me now, if you changed your mind and I'll go without a fuss."
Marron stared at him wordlessly. "What makes you think I changed my mind?"
"Nothing, I just—want to make sure you want this. Really want this."
She was moved by his concern and looked up with a twinkle in her eye. "More than you know, your highness," Marron teased, never breaking contact with his gaze.
A guttural moan escaped his lips as he captured hers once again. There was no stopping him this time.
Especially since he didn't even need to ask her to call him that.
Chapter 3 and weeeee, I love a good side romance. When I was originally drafting the story, I figured I'd have some background T/M but as I wrote, had much bigger plans for these two. While the focus will of course be B/G, I'm excited to dive into more of their dynamic as well.
I'm also excited to explore the idea of a Super Saiyan that struggles with maintaining that power. It was an idea I had years ago, so I'm eager to have Bulla learning to work through her doubts and try to master it. Plus, we love a good excuse for Goten to help LOL
I realize this brief glimpse into Planet Souljin may not answer the questions on exactly who they are, where they've been, etc. – but there will be a lot to elaborate on in the near future.
Chapter 4: Trunks and Marron attempt to move on from their night together. Goten and Bulla get closer while training.
It goes without saying the support I've received means so much. I truly am grateful for such a great community of DBZ fans and Broten shippers. Wanted to take a second to thank my reviewers CammiKazzie, DulcetShoujo, vagusvagus, Nana, Writinginthetimeofcovid, Mononoke, Only the Lonely, ShadowSaiyan316, BabyBaby, TruMar4Eva and all those who have left kudos!
Also, shout out to the Broten Squad discord channel for reigniting my passion in the fandom and being so encouraging and kind. If you are a Broten fan and haven't joined, I highly suggest taking a look.
-SonChan