Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Departure and Arrivals ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.04.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.04.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra fan fiction. Some Pan and Trunks in here too. Don't like it, don't read it.
Read bottom for important message everyone. Read and help me people.
A warning to all readers. There's a lemon at the first part of the chapter. Skip if not reading it. (If not reading it, skip to the set of three stars) (It's not that good anyway)
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Arranged Love
Chapter 14 : Departure and Arrivals
I need you now.
A groan escaped Goten's lips as he shifted his position on the bed. He lay uncomfortably straight, staring at the darkness that surrounded him. He couldn't even distinguish if he was dreaming or awake to the atmosphere around him.
But there was something that told him that he was extremely uncomfortable.
He shifted slightly, only earning a curse from himself as his discomfort didn't lessen. He was in for it. All those erotic dreams with Bra had been a killer punch to his concentration. He spent endless nights dreaming of her company, her smile, and her body only to wake up with a very unfulfilled and very strong need for her.
How would he be able to survive the months of separation if he had only been two days away from her.
Grunting his surrender to find a good position of conformability, he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift toward sleep.
The door softly slid as the mechanisms had been programmed to not flash open with it's usual speed. It gave the concealment of movement that she needed.
She walked slowly onwards to the bed, the light encased from the hallways falling in rainbows along the dark room. Soft rays of the bulb fell on the bed, where she saw Goten lie in what seemed a very uncomfortable position. A smile caressed her face as she noted his wriggling. The sweat in his forehead only gave to the point to what he was loving.
"Bra," he muttered in his sleep daze. The room about hightailed it to degrees higher than before. Just the way he said her name was enough to set her on fire.
It was time she showed herself to him.
And just like he was dreaming.
"Bra," he called again, his body feverish with need. She loved it. Not waiting for another invitation, she pulled off her coat and moved out of her shoes. She walked slowly, almost predatory toward him.
He was dreaming, she could tell by the way his body moved blindly. He turned her on in so many ways. Her pulse quickened, her heart raced. She approached the bed, settling right beside him. With care, she slid closely to him, her body turned to him, one hand at each side of his face.
She didn't know if he would actually notice that she was here, but if he didn't, she would make sure in did.
Goten didn't know why but he felt her near him. He could feel half of her body sink into his, her skin as soft to caress as it had been before. His eyes hazily opened, focusing right on her face.
His eyes reached drunken, tracing her nose, her cheeks, her mouth to simply touch. "What a nice dream you are," he huskily admitted before plunging and ravishing her mouth with his own with a fierce attack.
She responded in kind quickly, setting up a battle that ensued as he pushed her to her back. Holding her arms fervently beside her, a driving need to attack and secure possessed him.
He just stared at her, his eyes still half closed, but all desire.
"You feel so soft," he murmured silkily at her ear as his mouth moved sensually against her throat. One of his hands released her own, tracing down from her breast to her thigh. The slow caress sending shivers of anticipation down Bra's spine.
"So real," he whispered as her hand settled on his blistering muscles. "My Dream-Bra."
He thought she was a dream. Maybe the reality would shatter his senses.
Going to prove him wrong, Bra did something that she had never done before. She used force and threw him down from over her so that he was the one at the bottom.
This took Goten by surprise. He was always in control of these dreams. It seemed his Dream-Bra had an agenda of her own.
"Feisty?" He asked amused at what this was turning to be.
"You have no idea," Bra slid her hand, tracing each one of his muscles, her thighs wrapped around his own. His erection pushing through to her own. Just the feel of him was enough to have her abdomen pushing forth with a fire that never satiated.
As if to prove her point, she buckled down on his erection. He released a groan as he felt the barriers that stood in his way to bliss. But not for long. He focused on her upper body. She was a sight of heaven. He could see the mounds of her flesh mounting against their restrain.
He'd have to fix that.
Bra unshackled herself from him for a moment, the pressing contact of him to her partially broken. Goten saw her smile and knew she had broken the contact on purpose. The vixen.
"Come back," he grunted, his hands trailing from her bra toward her buttocks. He pushed her back to her place. He saw the satisfied wonder that filled her eyes.
"Impatient, aren't we?" She asked coyly, his hands already feeling her free breasts. She felt the bra hanging from her arms, with a few tugs, it joined the other articles on the floor.
She leaned in to his touch, her nerves flitting with the touch of her beloved. A simple stroke was enough to have her moan with relief.
She was closer to him, her back arched in such a way that seemed impossible from his place. Still, he was transfixed by her expression of bliss as his hands simply played with her. She was so much like the real Bra. His Bra.
This felt wrong. He felt a lie, knowing she wasn't real. Feeling as if he was failing her in such a way. Bra noted a drawback.
"What's wrong?" She asked in low tones. Her hand reached for his as he felt almost draw it back.
"It feels wrong," he answered, feeling stupid to be answering the question. More stupid still to feel as if he was cheating the real Bra. "I feel as if I'm cheating her."
His dilemma drew her head upwards. Her eyes blinking to reset. Who would be the her?
"Who's her?" She asked immediately.
"The real Bra," he answered her second question again. A laugh escaped her, relief pouring through her worried mind. She should have known better.
His gaze turned sideways toward a wall. His hands by his side, each craving to touch her. She knew he still wanted her, she felt it still. And such a bogus notion. She was there. It seemed that in 'dreams' he still felt drawn to her.
This brought a feeling of glory. He cared enough to dismiss this, even if it was only for some time. His eyes had glazed her with a glance again, he would not be able to leave her alone any longer.
She leaned in again, her hand traced his jaw, turning her eyes toward her. She leaned in, close enough to grace, but not touch. "I'm real enough." Her need and intensity, brought him towards her again.
Their mouths fought again. His tongue unleashed and took it's need, his hands encased and drove in. As one of her legs moved to the middle in between his leg, his hand shot outwards to it and encased her. His touch drove the touch of desire that released the inferno.
He could feel her slick, the material of her panties sipped with her own juices. He was glad to excite her in such a way with one touch to send her trembling. He rubbed his fingers, softly threading over her soft flesh with the article of clothing in place.
He watched her face. Her eyes closed, her mouth open on a semi o which was more seductive than anything he had ever seen in his life. She seemed to need to steady as her hand moved from his knee up to his stomach. On the way, her hand brushed his painful desire, a need for release of confinements effectively set in effect.
Her eyes opened for a second, seeing his squirm. He wanted out of his spandex, his free hand was trying to unsuccessfully. Only one hand, not wanting to interrupt his other ministrations.
"Let me help," her voice felt heavy. On her knees still, she placed her hands on the top of his spandex and pulled downwards. She pulled it down mid-thighs before giving up. She could not reach lower without getting out of his grasp.
It was just a second. A second in which he left her space and flung the material down the bed. He was finally free. His hand returned to her place, making sure that she would be ready. She felt that he was.
"Let me," she whispered, sending his hands to his sides for a moment as she removed the last part of clothing that separated them and utter bliss.
Her hand touched his throbbing member. Guiding her leg to his side, she advanced above him. Her eyes trained on them, her hand guiding him toward herself. She pushed down, her hips encasing his fully. She had never done this before.
Her encasing walls trapped him in a frenzy of warmth, elicit lust. She leaned towards him, the feel of him inside her nearly driving her powerless of movement. The moment ended, she drove up and down again.
His hands steadied her. Each one propped in each side of her waist. Knowing he would die a happy man at the moment. Her next thrust, he met with her own. He overpowered her, his thrusts faster, her body muddled. She had never been able to keep up with him. She was just too sensitive. She would one of these days.
He slid to side, his angling changed. Her eyes closed with feeling. She was building in, it would not last for long, she felt the burning crease. He gripped her hips fiercely, his fingers digging in with powerful force. A last thrust and she cried out.
Spent, Bra fell on his sweaty body. Both her own and his mixing in with the smell of sweaty want still in the air. His arms circled her, his lips finding her chin and setting a kiss.
"My Bra," he whispered as he turned, moving her with him. "You're as good in life as in these dreams."
* * *
"I still can't believe his gall to just show up and expect me to let it slide," Pan almost screamed to the listening Schial.
She had heard this argument non-stop for the past two days. Ever since Pan had found Trunks in her bedroom on the ship. It was time she got over it. This was going to be so much fun to prepare.
"Well," Schial used her authority voice. "He's here to stay so just accept it." She knew that Pan knew that, but venting did help release some of the tension.
"But," Pan knew the complications. "How am I suppose to be now when I have the prince of the saiyans with me."
"The same," Schial informed. "You're still the temporary replacement and you're only staying at Estanla for a day to refuel and then continue on. No one in the Eastern Quadrant knows what the prince looks like and they could care less."
"But how will we explain him?" Pan hissed. This was getting complicated.
"He'll be your bodyguard." Schial explained calmly.
"How?" Pan didn't see it coming. The prince acting like a bodyguard? No way. He commanded the presence of everyone in a room. That was not going to work out at all.
"We'll just change him a little," the mischievous smile at Schial's face alerted the talked party that something was going to happen that he wasn't going to like.
"What could those two be planning?" Trunks asked to himself as both women huddled even closer, their voices becoming whispers.
All he knew was that he wasn't going to like that. No way in hell.
He turned, about to leave the door when a clearing throat stopped him. They had known that he had been trying to listen in on him. Let's just hope that Pan wasn't still murderous. He would have expected her to be cooled off after two days. It's not like she could change things.
He prayed she couldn't change things.
"Come in Trunks," Schial commanded exasperated. It seemed that he had been so much in his thoughts that he hadn't heard them calling him.
He entered, taking a deep breath in the process. He needed to survive this.
In the middle of the room stood the table, both girls seated at each side. They waited for him to join them and seat in the middle. What was going to happen?
"Knowing that you won't leave," Pan started. "We've devised a plan to cover you."
He looked from one to the other and nodded slowly. "You're going to be Pan's bodyguard during her stay in King Cold's planet Trunks." Schial informed him. "I'm in charge here and that's all you're going to be allowed to protest."
"But.."
"No," she repeated the word every time he opened his mouth. "And be glad that I don't just throw you off of this capsule." Turning, she flapped her long hair and marched right out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Trunks asked thrown aback by his friend's outburst.
"Putting your foot down and saying who's boss," Pan shrugged her shoulders and walked up to his chair. "And I'm in charge."
Shooting a scrutinized look at his figure, she studied carefully each one of his aspects. Her mind was already turning and tuning. She was going to make this work.
Her hand came to his head. She traced his hair as it traveled all the way to his shoulders. That would have to change. Also, the color. All saiyans were 90% black haired. A very dominant trait. Purple was not a common color in the race. She'd have to dye it. And normal clothes. With only suits from the space ship she was sure that he could pass for a normal saiyan.
"It's time to change you Trunks," she finally told him.
"Change me?" His voice quivered slightly. "What are you talking about?"
She smiled coyly, igniting the space between them. "I'm making you into the believable bodyguard of an ambassador." Her voice coldly controlled. "I might need one after all."
* * *
Goten groaned at the insufferable noise of the room's clock. He felt like finding it and smashing the system little by little. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and yawned.
"Alarm off," he said hoarsely to the room. The beeping stopped, making Goten's eyes slide close once again. He had one of the best dreams of his life the night before. He felt both spent on one end and full of energy on the other.
The feeling of familiarity in the air. Sitting in bed, he stretched in muscles, cracking them in place. He turned and walked right out of bed to find himself completely naked.
That was strange. He could have swore that he had climbed in bed with his training shorts. He had been too tired at first to make the effort but it seemed he had done at some part of the night.
Working his muscles still, he walked to the door, placing his training shorts back on and walked out of the room to the main room. He had to check to see if it was all going according to the plan. He was there five minutes later.
And he found her.
She was wearing only a pair of panties that he seemed to recognize from last night and a stretch shirt that only went to her waist.
"Morning," she smiled brightly. "Food's ready and the system checks perfectly clear."
He just stood there. What was there to believe? She was right there. That meant that last night was not a dream. But, what was she doing here?
She saw the changes in his face. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Her lower lip stuck out, her eyes cast down.
"Bra," she looked up again. "I'm glad to see you." His arms extended, not one second before she flung herself at his stout frame. He held her in place as she burrowed in deeper.
"Good," her voice muffled by his skin. "You seemed to last night."
The little barb earned a blush from Goten. She looked up at him. "So you have exotic dreams about women."
"No," he intercepted. "I have exotic dreams about you only."
"You better," she muttered before stealing a kiss from his lips.
"I wouldn't dare," he replied to her daring tone. He chuckled before throwing her to him again in a deep embrace. "I can't believe you're here."
"Well," she moved out of his embrace and pressed for the food to be placed. "I am."
The whirring alerted of the food as a table extended from the wall and Bra placed the plates that had emerged from the kitchen window. He seated himself before asking.
"How?"
"I wanted to come with you to Earth," she quickly explained. "So I left a word with my mother and snuck on the ship with her permission."
"You're going to scare the hell out of my grandfather Bra." He warned her.
"On well," she let it go. "But I wanted to go to Earth." She let the space fill in with silence before adding. "With you."
Both just looked at each other as the breakfast in front of them just stood there. She slipped her hand to the table which he fully encased with his own as soon as she approached. In a comfortable silence they ate the first bite.
"You know," Goten propped his shoulders forward, leaning on the table with his free arm. "Sometimes I feel that this is crazy."
"This?" She looked at their joined hands.
"Yeah," he turned hers over. His fingers tracing the lines from corner to corner. "It's just so real and still so little..."
"..time." She finished for him. "I know."
"But," his eyes returned to their usual hazed wonder when he looked at her. "Time has taught me so much."
Bra smiled at his revelation. She knew that he was having his second thoughts of this whole business, and so did she. How could it be to be so much involved in so little time. She didn't know, but she knew that this she didn't want to plague with doubts and question. Leaving it pure was the way to go.
"When are we getting to Earth?" She asked, completely entranced with his hands as he slipped a berry into his mouth.
* * *
"I can't believe that I'm actually doing this," Trunks muttered as he stretched over the armor that Schial had handed to him just minutes before to wear. He had just finished having a 'hair treatment' with Pan which just left him wordless. He had glanced into a mirror and could scarcely recognize himself. Who knew hair made such a difference on someone?
But now, his hair was brassily cut to about an inch and a half off of his skull, spread evenly throughout. Dyed completely black, everything completely outlined. With his shorter hair, his featured were emphasized. His jaw was straight, his eyebrows emphasized and his eyes looked narrower to him.
"We're here," Schial replied through the door as he finished putting the breastplates on his chest. "So you can't back down."
He stepped out, Schial immediately turning and reaching for the back of his head toward the neck. Using the universal translator of the language, she imputed the code for the planet's language and waited for the allotted time to activate itself.
"Done," she said as she pressed her two fingers to the incision and waited for the vibration that would come. "Go on."
She walked out to the opposite side of the hallway as Trunks directed himself toward the main bridge. The docking wouldn't be rocky or anything. It was a stable gravity and the atmosphere was controlled by very advanced mechanisms on the planet.
He might be oblivious to some things, but he did know something about the planet they were visiting for just a day.
~
"He is a chauvinistic male and that's all there is to it," Pan said as she imputed the calculations into the screen. Schial was right beside her, checking in with the equipment inside the ship.
"All saiyans are that way," Schial clarified. "But he came because he was worried about you too."
Pan passed the palm of her hand on the back of her head and rubbed carefully to let the kinks out. She hadn't been sleeping comfortably for some days now. "Part of me knows that Schial," she left the controls and sat down on her place. "But then I just want to crack his skull open for being so like a man."
"It must be nice," Schial smirked as her response made Pan squirm at her surprise. "He just cares enough."
"I know," Pan's hand traveled to the side of her neck, tracking the faint fang marks that had been left there just one week before. She hadn't known what it was for, but it had been explained. It was comfortable and unnerving at the same time.
She felt dazzled that he had chosen her to have his mark and possession, but it was a little insulting. She knew that she belonged to him in the matters of the heart, but that still didn't mean that he had the right to make decisions for her.
"It's the only way he knows on how not to loose you," Schial scrambled to the seat beside her as they waited for the computer clearance that was needed. "If he looks after you and makes sure that nothing threatens you, he feels that you will never stray."
"But things don't work that way." Pan told her.
Schial acknowledged it to be true. But she couldn't leave these two at each other's throats when this was so delicate. "That's what you have to teach him."
Sighing, Pan looked away, her hands wrangled with each other. It was hard to maintain her strong facade when all she wanted inside was to run into his arms and kiss him for all eternity. But she couldn't and wouldn't let it dominate her.
Just because she was in love with a man didn't mean that the emotion would control everything about her. It would be easy to give in, but Trunks did have to realize that she knew how to take care of herself. She had always done so.
"He takes his responsibility very seriously then," Pan said smiling to her companion. The computer flashed with the approval of conditions.
"He's a prince," Schial kidded. "What else can you expect?"
"Nothing more."
"Good," Schial smiled as they both stood up and she turned to make sure that everything was in order with Pan's clothes. She then ushered her out of the room. "Go to the main bridge and wait for it." Giving a kiss of farewell on her cheek, "Remember what I said."
"I will," Pan turned sideways to watch her as she stepped forward. "Sister."
~
He waited patiently for half an hour as he knew the procedures to dock took place and both girls talked with the workers on the other side.
"Remember what I said Trunks," Pan appeared behind him as she had on her special armor that had a robe at the front covering the breastplate. A certain sign of delicate and powerful influence. "I'm in charge in here, and you have to respect the rules."
"Understood," Trunks muttered as he let her step before her. He still watched her cautiously. "I know everything I need."
"Let's hope so," Pan was able to whisper before the door of the main bridge opened and the bubble pass way adapted to the connection for some seconds.
Women with the only difference of being of a light dark color with a white dot at their foreheads walked on the pass way to meet them. Both leading women saluted their selves and were introduced.
"Who's he?" The women watched Trunks warily. Each prepared for anything.
"My bodyguard," Pan explained. "He's been assigned to help in any case of attack as I reach my destination."
"Good," they spared a glance at his semi bowed head and dismissed him. "Come this way Ambassador Pan Son."
"Thank you," sparing a warning glance at Trunks, Pan followed the women as they led her into the passageway and into their planet.
~Remember Trunks, she communicated to him as she saw the subtle glances that the women threw his way. Most weren't of fear but appreciative. Clearly, these women weren't blind.
~I know princess, he answered to her warning. It's just some time.
~No trouble.
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Ok, we've gotten so far in here that I'm amazed. But now, it's your turn. I'm not sure if I'm running in and ruining the story by getting so many chapters out that it just becomes ran on. I don't want that to happen.
So, we've come to the entry point of the story. You can either tell me to continue or to post an epilogue for the next chapter. If you choose the former, I assure you that there won't be more than 20 chapters in total to this story.
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Bye,
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra fan fiction. Some Pan and Trunks in here too. Don't like it, don't read it.
Read bottom for important message everyone. Read and help me people.
A warning to all readers. There's a lemon at the first part of the chapter. Skip if not reading it. (If not reading it, skip to the set of three stars) (It's not that good anyway)
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Arranged Love
Chapter 14 : Departure and Arrivals
I need you now.
A groan escaped Goten's lips as he shifted his position on the bed. He lay uncomfortably straight, staring at the darkness that surrounded him. He couldn't even distinguish if he was dreaming or awake to the atmosphere around him.
But there was something that told him that he was extremely uncomfortable.
He shifted slightly, only earning a curse from himself as his discomfort didn't lessen. He was in for it. All those erotic dreams with Bra had been a killer punch to his concentration. He spent endless nights dreaming of her company, her smile, and her body only to wake up with a very unfulfilled and very strong need for her.
How would he be able to survive the months of separation if he had only been two days away from her.
Grunting his surrender to find a good position of conformability, he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift toward sleep.
The door softly slid as the mechanisms had been programmed to not flash open with it's usual speed. It gave the concealment of movement that she needed.
She walked slowly onwards to the bed, the light encased from the hallways falling in rainbows along the dark room. Soft rays of the bulb fell on the bed, where she saw Goten lie in what seemed a very uncomfortable position. A smile caressed her face as she noted his wriggling. The sweat in his forehead only gave to the point to what he was loving.
"Bra," he muttered in his sleep daze. The room about hightailed it to degrees higher than before. Just the way he said her name was enough to set her on fire.
It was time she showed herself to him.
And just like he was dreaming.
"Bra," he called again, his body feverish with need. She loved it. Not waiting for another invitation, she pulled off her coat and moved out of her shoes. She walked slowly, almost predatory toward him.
He was dreaming, she could tell by the way his body moved blindly. He turned her on in so many ways. Her pulse quickened, her heart raced. She approached the bed, settling right beside him. With care, she slid closely to him, her body turned to him, one hand at each side of his face.
She didn't know if he would actually notice that she was here, but if he didn't, she would make sure in did.
Goten didn't know why but he felt her near him. He could feel half of her body sink into his, her skin as soft to caress as it had been before. His eyes hazily opened, focusing right on her face.
His eyes reached drunken, tracing her nose, her cheeks, her mouth to simply touch. "What a nice dream you are," he huskily admitted before plunging and ravishing her mouth with his own with a fierce attack.
She responded in kind quickly, setting up a battle that ensued as he pushed her to her back. Holding her arms fervently beside her, a driving need to attack and secure possessed him.
He just stared at her, his eyes still half closed, but all desire.
"You feel so soft," he murmured silkily at her ear as his mouth moved sensually against her throat. One of his hands released her own, tracing down from her breast to her thigh. The slow caress sending shivers of anticipation down Bra's spine.
"So real," he whispered as her hand settled on his blistering muscles. "My Dream-Bra."
He thought she was a dream. Maybe the reality would shatter his senses.
Going to prove him wrong, Bra did something that she had never done before. She used force and threw him down from over her so that he was the one at the bottom.
This took Goten by surprise. He was always in control of these dreams. It seemed his Dream-Bra had an agenda of her own.
"Feisty?" He asked amused at what this was turning to be.
"You have no idea," Bra slid her hand, tracing each one of his muscles, her thighs wrapped around his own. His erection pushing through to her own. Just the feel of him was enough to have her abdomen pushing forth with a fire that never satiated.
As if to prove her point, she buckled down on his erection. He released a groan as he felt the barriers that stood in his way to bliss. But not for long. He focused on her upper body. She was a sight of heaven. He could see the mounds of her flesh mounting against their restrain.
He'd have to fix that.
Bra unshackled herself from him for a moment, the pressing contact of him to her partially broken. Goten saw her smile and knew she had broken the contact on purpose. The vixen.
"Come back," he grunted, his hands trailing from her bra toward her buttocks. He pushed her back to her place. He saw the satisfied wonder that filled her eyes.
"Impatient, aren't we?" She asked coyly, his hands already feeling her free breasts. She felt the bra hanging from her arms, with a few tugs, it joined the other articles on the floor.
She leaned in to his touch, her nerves flitting with the touch of her beloved. A simple stroke was enough to have her moan with relief.
She was closer to him, her back arched in such a way that seemed impossible from his place. Still, he was transfixed by her expression of bliss as his hands simply played with her. She was so much like the real Bra. His Bra.
This felt wrong. He felt a lie, knowing she wasn't real. Feeling as if he was failing her in such a way. Bra noted a drawback.
"What's wrong?" She asked in low tones. Her hand reached for his as he felt almost draw it back.
"It feels wrong," he answered, feeling stupid to be answering the question. More stupid still to feel as if he was cheating the real Bra. "I feel as if I'm cheating her."
His dilemma drew her head upwards. Her eyes blinking to reset. Who would be the her?
"Who's her?" She asked immediately.
"The real Bra," he answered her second question again. A laugh escaped her, relief pouring through her worried mind. She should have known better.
His gaze turned sideways toward a wall. His hands by his side, each craving to touch her. She knew he still wanted her, she felt it still. And such a bogus notion. She was there. It seemed that in 'dreams' he still felt drawn to her.
This brought a feeling of glory. He cared enough to dismiss this, even if it was only for some time. His eyes had glazed her with a glance again, he would not be able to leave her alone any longer.
She leaned in again, her hand traced his jaw, turning her eyes toward her. She leaned in, close enough to grace, but not touch. "I'm real enough." Her need and intensity, brought him towards her again.
Their mouths fought again. His tongue unleashed and took it's need, his hands encased and drove in. As one of her legs moved to the middle in between his leg, his hand shot outwards to it and encased her. His touch drove the touch of desire that released the inferno.
He could feel her slick, the material of her panties sipped with her own juices. He was glad to excite her in such a way with one touch to send her trembling. He rubbed his fingers, softly threading over her soft flesh with the article of clothing in place.
He watched her face. Her eyes closed, her mouth open on a semi o which was more seductive than anything he had ever seen in his life. She seemed to need to steady as her hand moved from his knee up to his stomach. On the way, her hand brushed his painful desire, a need for release of confinements effectively set in effect.
Her eyes opened for a second, seeing his squirm. He wanted out of his spandex, his free hand was trying to unsuccessfully. Only one hand, not wanting to interrupt his other ministrations.
"Let me help," her voice felt heavy. On her knees still, she placed her hands on the top of his spandex and pulled downwards. She pulled it down mid-thighs before giving up. She could not reach lower without getting out of his grasp.
It was just a second. A second in which he left her space and flung the material down the bed. He was finally free. His hand returned to her place, making sure that she would be ready. She felt that he was.
"Let me," she whispered, sending his hands to his sides for a moment as she removed the last part of clothing that separated them and utter bliss.
Her hand touched his throbbing member. Guiding her leg to his side, she advanced above him. Her eyes trained on them, her hand guiding him toward herself. She pushed down, her hips encasing his fully. She had never done this before.
Her encasing walls trapped him in a frenzy of warmth, elicit lust. She leaned towards him, the feel of him inside her nearly driving her powerless of movement. The moment ended, she drove up and down again.
His hands steadied her. Each one propped in each side of her waist. Knowing he would die a happy man at the moment. Her next thrust, he met with her own. He overpowered her, his thrusts faster, her body muddled. She had never been able to keep up with him. She was just too sensitive. She would one of these days.
He slid to side, his angling changed. Her eyes closed with feeling. She was building in, it would not last for long, she felt the burning crease. He gripped her hips fiercely, his fingers digging in with powerful force. A last thrust and she cried out.
Spent, Bra fell on his sweaty body. Both her own and his mixing in with the smell of sweaty want still in the air. His arms circled her, his lips finding her chin and setting a kiss.
"My Bra," he whispered as he turned, moving her with him. "You're as good in life as in these dreams."
* * *
"I still can't believe his gall to just show up and expect me to let it slide," Pan almost screamed to the listening Schial.
She had heard this argument non-stop for the past two days. Ever since Pan had found Trunks in her bedroom on the ship. It was time she got over it. This was going to be so much fun to prepare.
"Well," Schial used her authority voice. "He's here to stay so just accept it." She knew that Pan knew that, but venting did help release some of the tension.
"But," Pan knew the complications. "How am I suppose to be now when I have the prince of the saiyans with me."
"The same," Schial informed. "You're still the temporary replacement and you're only staying at Estanla for a day to refuel and then continue on. No one in the Eastern Quadrant knows what the prince looks like and they could care less."
"But how will we explain him?" Pan hissed. This was getting complicated.
"He'll be your bodyguard." Schial explained calmly.
"How?" Pan didn't see it coming. The prince acting like a bodyguard? No way. He commanded the presence of everyone in a room. That was not going to work out at all.
"We'll just change him a little," the mischievous smile at Schial's face alerted the talked party that something was going to happen that he wasn't going to like.
"What could those two be planning?" Trunks asked to himself as both women huddled even closer, their voices becoming whispers.
All he knew was that he wasn't going to like that. No way in hell.
He turned, about to leave the door when a clearing throat stopped him. They had known that he had been trying to listen in on him. Let's just hope that Pan wasn't still murderous. He would have expected her to be cooled off after two days. It's not like she could change things.
He prayed she couldn't change things.
"Come in Trunks," Schial commanded exasperated. It seemed that he had been so much in his thoughts that he hadn't heard them calling him.
He entered, taking a deep breath in the process. He needed to survive this.
In the middle of the room stood the table, both girls seated at each side. They waited for him to join them and seat in the middle. What was going to happen?
"Knowing that you won't leave," Pan started. "We've devised a plan to cover you."
He looked from one to the other and nodded slowly. "You're going to be Pan's bodyguard during her stay in King Cold's planet Trunks." Schial informed him. "I'm in charge here and that's all you're going to be allowed to protest."
"But.."
"No," she repeated the word every time he opened his mouth. "And be glad that I don't just throw you off of this capsule." Turning, she flapped her long hair and marched right out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Trunks asked thrown aback by his friend's outburst.
"Putting your foot down and saying who's boss," Pan shrugged her shoulders and walked up to his chair. "And I'm in charge."
Shooting a scrutinized look at his figure, she studied carefully each one of his aspects. Her mind was already turning and tuning. She was going to make this work.
Her hand came to his head. She traced his hair as it traveled all the way to his shoulders. That would have to change. Also, the color. All saiyans were 90% black haired. A very dominant trait. Purple was not a common color in the race. She'd have to dye it. And normal clothes. With only suits from the space ship she was sure that he could pass for a normal saiyan.
"It's time to change you Trunks," she finally told him.
"Change me?" His voice quivered slightly. "What are you talking about?"
She smiled coyly, igniting the space between them. "I'm making you into the believable bodyguard of an ambassador." Her voice coldly controlled. "I might need one after all."
* * *
Goten groaned at the insufferable noise of the room's clock. He felt like finding it and smashing the system little by little. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and yawned.
"Alarm off," he said hoarsely to the room. The beeping stopped, making Goten's eyes slide close once again. He had one of the best dreams of his life the night before. He felt both spent on one end and full of energy on the other.
The feeling of familiarity in the air. Sitting in bed, he stretched in muscles, cracking them in place. He turned and walked right out of bed to find himself completely naked.
That was strange. He could have swore that he had climbed in bed with his training shorts. He had been too tired at first to make the effort but it seemed he had done at some part of the night.
Working his muscles still, he walked to the door, placing his training shorts back on and walked out of the room to the main room. He had to check to see if it was all going according to the plan. He was there five minutes later.
And he found her.
She was wearing only a pair of panties that he seemed to recognize from last night and a stretch shirt that only went to her waist.
"Morning," she smiled brightly. "Food's ready and the system checks perfectly clear."
He just stood there. What was there to believe? She was right there. That meant that last night was not a dream. But, what was she doing here?
She saw the changes in his face. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Her lower lip stuck out, her eyes cast down.
"Bra," she looked up again. "I'm glad to see you." His arms extended, not one second before she flung herself at his stout frame. He held her in place as she burrowed in deeper.
"Good," her voice muffled by his skin. "You seemed to last night."
The little barb earned a blush from Goten. She looked up at him. "So you have exotic dreams about women."
"No," he intercepted. "I have exotic dreams about you only."
"You better," she muttered before stealing a kiss from his lips.
"I wouldn't dare," he replied to her daring tone. He chuckled before throwing her to him again in a deep embrace. "I can't believe you're here."
"Well," she moved out of his embrace and pressed for the food to be placed. "I am."
The whirring alerted of the food as a table extended from the wall and Bra placed the plates that had emerged from the kitchen window. He seated himself before asking.
"How?"
"I wanted to come with you to Earth," she quickly explained. "So I left a word with my mother and snuck on the ship with her permission."
"You're going to scare the hell out of my grandfather Bra." He warned her.
"On well," she let it go. "But I wanted to go to Earth." She let the space fill in with silence before adding. "With you."
Both just looked at each other as the breakfast in front of them just stood there. She slipped her hand to the table which he fully encased with his own as soon as she approached. In a comfortable silence they ate the first bite.
"You know," Goten propped his shoulders forward, leaning on the table with his free arm. "Sometimes I feel that this is crazy."
"This?" She looked at their joined hands.
"Yeah," he turned hers over. His fingers tracing the lines from corner to corner. "It's just so real and still so little..."
"..time." She finished for him. "I know."
"But," his eyes returned to their usual hazed wonder when he looked at her. "Time has taught me so much."
Bra smiled at his revelation. She knew that he was having his second thoughts of this whole business, and so did she. How could it be to be so much involved in so little time. She didn't know, but she knew that this she didn't want to plague with doubts and question. Leaving it pure was the way to go.
"When are we getting to Earth?" She asked, completely entranced with his hands as he slipped a berry into his mouth.
* * *
"I can't believe that I'm actually doing this," Trunks muttered as he stretched over the armor that Schial had handed to him just minutes before to wear. He had just finished having a 'hair treatment' with Pan which just left him wordless. He had glanced into a mirror and could scarcely recognize himself. Who knew hair made such a difference on someone?
But now, his hair was brassily cut to about an inch and a half off of his skull, spread evenly throughout. Dyed completely black, everything completely outlined. With his shorter hair, his featured were emphasized. His jaw was straight, his eyebrows emphasized and his eyes looked narrower to him.
"We're here," Schial replied through the door as he finished putting the breastplates on his chest. "So you can't back down."
He stepped out, Schial immediately turning and reaching for the back of his head toward the neck. Using the universal translator of the language, she imputed the code for the planet's language and waited for the allotted time to activate itself.
"Done," she said as she pressed her two fingers to the incision and waited for the vibration that would come. "Go on."
She walked out to the opposite side of the hallway as Trunks directed himself toward the main bridge. The docking wouldn't be rocky or anything. It was a stable gravity and the atmosphere was controlled by very advanced mechanisms on the planet.
He might be oblivious to some things, but he did know something about the planet they were visiting for just a day.
~
"He is a chauvinistic male and that's all there is to it," Pan said as she imputed the calculations into the screen. Schial was right beside her, checking in with the equipment inside the ship.
"All saiyans are that way," Schial clarified. "But he came because he was worried about you too."
Pan passed the palm of her hand on the back of her head and rubbed carefully to let the kinks out. She hadn't been sleeping comfortably for some days now. "Part of me knows that Schial," she left the controls and sat down on her place. "But then I just want to crack his skull open for being so like a man."
"It must be nice," Schial smirked as her response made Pan squirm at her surprise. "He just cares enough."
"I know," Pan's hand traveled to the side of her neck, tracking the faint fang marks that had been left there just one week before. She hadn't known what it was for, but it had been explained. It was comfortable and unnerving at the same time.
She felt dazzled that he had chosen her to have his mark and possession, but it was a little insulting. She knew that she belonged to him in the matters of the heart, but that still didn't mean that he had the right to make decisions for her.
"It's the only way he knows on how not to loose you," Schial scrambled to the seat beside her as they waited for the computer clearance that was needed. "If he looks after you and makes sure that nothing threatens you, he feels that you will never stray."
"But things don't work that way." Pan told her.
Schial acknowledged it to be true. But she couldn't leave these two at each other's throats when this was so delicate. "That's what you have to teach him."
Sighing, Pan looked away, her hands wrangled with each other. It was hard to maintain her strong facade when all she wanted inside was to run into his arms and kiss him for all eternity. But she couldn't and wouldn't let it dominate her.
Just because she was in love with a man didn't mean that the emotion would control everything about her. It would be easy to give in, but Trunks did have to realize that she knew how to take care of herself. She had always done so.
"He takes his responsibility very seriously then," Pan said smiling to her companion. The computer flashed with the approval of conditions.
"He's a prince," Schial kidded. "What else can you expect?"
"Nothing more."
"Good," Schial smiled as they both stood up and she turned to make sure that everything was in order with Pan's clothes. She then ushered her out of the room. "Go to the main bridge and wait for it." Giving a kiss of farewell on her cheek, "Remember what I said."
"I will," Pan turned sideways to watch her as she stepped forward. "Sister."
~
He waited patiently for half an hour as he knew the procedures to dock took place and both girls talked with the workers on the other side.
"Remember what I said Trunks," Pan appeared behind him as she had on her special armor that had a robe at the front covering the breastplate. A certain sign of delicate and powerful influence. "I'm in charge in here, and you have to respect the rules."
"Understood," Trunks muttered as he let her step before her. He still watched her cautiously. "I know everything I need."
"Let's hope so," Pan was able to whisper before the door of the main bridge opened and the bubble pass way adapted to the connection for some seconds.
Women with the only difference of being of a light dark color with a white dot at their foreheads walked on the pass way to meet them. Both leading women saluted their selves and were introduced.
"Who's he?" The women watched Trunks warily. Each prepared for anything.
"My bodyguard," Pan explained. "He's been assigned to help in any case of attack as I reach my destination."
"Good," they spared a glance at his semi bowed head and dismissed him. "Come this way Ambassador Pan Son."
"Thank you," sparing a warning glance at Trunks, Pan followed the women as they led her into the passageway and into their planet.
~Remember Trunks, she communicated to him as she saw the subtle glances that the women threw his way. Most weren't of fear but appreciative. Clearly, these women weren't blind.
~I know princess, he answered to her warning. It's just some time.
~No trouble.
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