Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson In Humility ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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A Lesson In Humility

Chapter Ten

Trunks groaned when the sound of the alarm clock came on, piercing through his ear drum deafeningly. He pulled himself up slowly, reaching over to crush the alarm clock in his bare hands when he heard a small whimpering noise behind him in bed. He looked over his shoulder to find Marron, still there and still sleep. He grumbled to himself as he sat up fully and shut the alarm off. This was not in the plan. Sure, Marron was a good lay; but all women, INCLUDING her were to be out of his house before sunrise. Trunks looked over at her again, and for a second he watched her curled up next to him, her blond hair splayed across the goose down pillow sleeping in total bliss. All at once, Marron's eyes opened slowly, and Trunks hastily turned his glare away from her, his cheek reddening with embarrassment from gawking at her.

"Mmmm…good morning." Marron purred dreamily as she hugged her pillow.

"I thought you were going to take a nap?" Trunks replied dryly as he looked at her once again, his lip tight with anger.

"I guess you wore me out last night Trunks," Marron sighed as she stretched her arms over her head, giving Trunks a good view of her naked breasts.

"Well I have to get to work, so you have to leave now." Trunks snapped bitterly.

"What is your problem?" Marron asked with a frown. "You don't have be so…repellant. I'm not asking to marry you, Trunks." Marron began to smile as she moved closer to the demi-Saiyan, lightly kissing his shoulder up to his neck. "Don't you know how to enjoy the company you keep?"

"Who says I'm keeping you?" Trunks retorted as he quickly climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He could hear Marron seethe her anger as he walked away and he smiled. It was unusual, but Marron was arousing him again. And no way was her going to be late for work for a quickie. What bothered Trunks more was that he was interested in her…well remotely interested. Normally he couldn't hold an interest with any other woman for more than a couple of hours. Everything will be fine, Trunks thought to himself as he turned on the shower. As soon as she's gone, I can get on with my life…

"Just what I need," Marron shouted as she walked into the bathroom right behind Trunks. Startled, Trunks spun around to see the naked woman sit down on the toilet to urinate. "I'll take a long hot shower and I'll be right as rain!"

"I could have left the room, if you needed to pee," Trunks said to his distaste.

"It's okay…I don't mind." Marron laughed as she noted Trunks appalled expression. She grabbed a few swatches of tissue to wipe herself, and stood to flush the toilet.

"Well I do. Marron-"

"Come on; get in before all the hot water runs out!" Marron laughed as she slid the glass double doors to the shower stall and stepped in.

"That's my shower!" Trunks sputtered out, almost sounding like he was whining. He stomped over to the shower stall and slid the door open, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. "Get out."

"Come on Trunks…" Marron said sweetly as she soaped her body sensually. "Do you really want me to get out?' Trunks began to reply to her teasing question, but his mouth snapped shut as he watched her hands roam over her soft body, making his body respond instantly. Marron laughed as she motioned him to enter the shower, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Come on…conserve water and shower with a friend."

Not wanting to talk anymore, Trunks growled lowly as he stepped into the shower stall, closing the shower door behind him.

*****

The numbing pain in his neck woke him this morning, and as Goten pulled himself off his couch, he felt like a Mac trunk had ran him over. When he left Bra that evening, he flew straight home and crashed on the couch, too weary to remove his clothes. He was exhausted from being with Bra, and they didn't even engage in anything more than consensual foreplay. After Bra bit him brutally on his neck, they sat there exchanging some perplexing stares, and it all came to him in that moment what Bra wanted. She not only wanted him, but wanted it to be permanent. The concept of being with only one woman proved interesting to Goten; but if fooling around with Bra was that the level of intensity as it is now, he could only imagine what it could be like to actually sleep with her, to be buried to the hilt with Bra Briefs would be his ultimate fantasy.

He groaned as he stumbled into the bathroom, and turned his head to the side to look at the bite mark closely in the mirror. It was grotesque; the evident indentions of Bra's teeth marred on his skin, the crusty spots of blood from where it began to naturally clot. His shirt was stained on the shoulder with blood as well. He stripped down, turned on the shower and proceeded to take a scolding hot shower, hoping the steam and heat from the water would wake him some how.

Later, after Goten had showered and ate breakfast, he walked around his studio apartment feeling somewhat strange. He felt as if he was forgetting something…his mind was in an absolute fog. He walked up to one of his pictures he was in the middle of painting, and suddenly ripped it off its stand and threw it away. He set up a new canvas, pulled out an assortment of paints and oils in the attempt to get his mind off Bra for the day. He stared at the white canvas for twenty minutes before giving up.

After pacing the apartment all afternoon, Goten decided to go out before he went insane with his thoughts. Goten began packing all his dirty clothes so he could get his Mom to wash them in the country…he figured a trip out to the Parzu Mountains would do him good. When he picked up his jeans he wore the pervious evening, he stuck his hands into each pocket to make sure he didn't leave anything important so his nosy mother wouldn't drill him about it.

******

Chichi was hanging the last sheet on the clothes line when she saw her youngest son land in the backyard. Her heart leapt with joy to see Goten; it had been five weeks since his last visit. When Chichi ran over to greet her son, she couldn't help the dazed expression he wore on his face.

"Goten…how are you sweetie?" Chichi asked as she rubbed his cheek affectionately.

"I'm fine Kassan*," Goten replied as happily as he could. "Sorry I didn't see you the last time I was down…"

"Oh, Pan told me you came down when I went shopping with Gohan and Videl…it's alright." Chichi assured him as her eyes went down to the huge knapsack thrown over his shoulder. "Don't tell me that's a month's worth of dirty clothes?"

"Oh no…just a week's worth," Goten chuckled as he kissed his mother on the cheek. "Is Otusan** home?"

"Yes…but right now he's out sparing with that green man," Chichi hissed with resentment as she touched his forehead, attempting to get a temperature. "Are you doing alright dear?"

"Mom I'm fine," Goten whined, rolling his eyes with irritation.

"Well you look pale…maybe you need your mother to fix you some lunch, ne?" Chichi suggested with a smile, hoping her constant worrying didn't bother him much.

Goten sat his knapsack down on the grass when word food was mentioned. "Lunch? I'd love some!" Goten smiled back at his mother, only to see her face contort into a ghastly glower. Her hand shot up to his chin, and she yanked his head back, looking at his neck closely. "What??"

"Goten! What happened to your neck?" Chichi squawked.

Panic rose in Goten's chest when she said that, he totally forgot that his mother eyed him from head to toe when he visits, and the bite mark stood out like a sore thumb. "W-what are you talking about?" Goten nervously spoke.

Chichi didn't waste time, grabbing a hold of Goten's arm, dragging him into the cottage. She pushed him down into the kitchen chair and ran into the pantry for moment only to emerge with a small shaving mirror. She stalked over to him and stuffed the mirror in Goten's right hand, the features on her face red with alarm.

"Look at it!" Chichi ordered, her voice almost on the verge of screaming.

Goten raised the mirror up to his neck, and he looked at the refection of the infamous bite mark on his neck. His eyes widened a bit when he noticed the mark was now heavily bruised, his skin now blue and black in some areas. His eyes wandered up to the refection of his mother standing behind him, her arms folded at her chest as she raised an eyebrow at him. Goten swallowed, chuckling lightly as he put the mirror on the kitchen table.

"…Oh…that," Goten joked, but it was so silent in the kitchen now he knew his mother wanted an explanation, right away. He turned around in the kitchen chair to look at her, and he smiled warily. There was no way he was going to tell his mother the truth; at least not now. He hardly knew what was going on himself. So being the skillfully talented Saiyan hybrid that he was, he did the next best thing…

"I was sparing with some friends and I got hurt, that's all. No big deal." Goten lied.

Chichi's features tightened with anger. "Goten! You know better! You are too old to be getting into scuffles! You ran out of senzu beans?"

"I don't keep them, why should I?" Goten replied, inwardly relieved she believed him.

"Well I'll have your father run up to Korin's to get some…"

"Kassan, I'm fine," Goten assured her tiredly as he stood. He walked over and gave her a hug to quiet her, and she sighed and hugged him back. "I just want to hang around you and Otusan today and relax."

"And get your clothes washed," Chichi added, poking him in the side.

"That too," Goten quipped as he broke his embrace with his mother. "But first…I need to talk to Otusan real quick. I'll be back for lunch, okay?"

"Goten! I am not doing your laundry this time!" Chichi hollered at her son's retreating figure. Before she could protest any further, he was out the door and heading towards the forest to find his father. Chichi let out a raggedly sigh, her hands on her hips and she walked out into the back yard to retrieve her son's knapsack filled with dirty clothes. She dragged them in, grumbling to herself about how she wasn't anyone's slave. Finally making it to the newly built laundry room that Goten had installed last year as a gift, she turned the knapsack upside down so all the clothes fell out so she could sort. Beginning with the darker colors, she picked them out and put them to one side from the whites. When she got to her son's Gi, Chichi couldn't help but smile at how uncanny his Gi looked like his fathers. Placing the clothing aside, she pulled out some old Levi jeans, slipping her hands down into each pocket; making sure there wasn't any paper or anything important that could get destroyed in the wash. She felt a strange material in the back pocket, and pulled out to her horror to find a black lacy garment in her hands. Frowning with disgust, Chichi held the garment with two fingers as she set aside with the washing machine, and turned back to doing her task.

Just as she began to sort the clothes again, something about that piece of material caught her eye, but it took a moment to sink in. She turned back around, picking the material up and looking it over carefully. It appeared to be panties, or used to be. They were torn in half at the side. Chichi gasped; a bit sickened that Goten would rip a woman's panties right off of her. She shook her head to get rid of that terrible thought when she found a small white label on the seam of the panties. As she looked closer at the inscription, the blood ran from her face when she read the words aloud:

"B. Briefs…" Chichi mumbled to herself sofly. Her eyes shot up as the horrible realization hit her on what she said. "…These are Bulma Briefs panties?"

To be continued in the next chapter! ~_^