Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, nope not at all. They're not mine. DBZ/DBGT and any possible songs or cartoons or T.V. shows that I might decide to add to spice things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever mine. Right now The Offspring's 'I Want You Bad' is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it's not mine…damn.

BAD

Chapter 4 - Trouble In Paradise

By: Ember Maxximus

As silently as I could I slipped out of the warm bed, searching the carpeted floor for my scattered clothing. One by one, I located each article of my hiding garments. Much to my dismay, only my bra and shorts were wearable. I slid my denim shorts on, the course fabric feeling not quite as pleasant as the silken panties lying in shreds on the floor beside my torn shirt.

Kami, at this rate I'll be making weekly stops at Victoria Secrets to purchase new underwear wardrobes. Not that I really minded, the way he touched me after the ritualistic tearing of the skivvies was more than worth it, or maybe that was his way of letting me know he preferred me without them. Hmn.

"Leaving so soon?" I heard his sleep laced voice call to me. "Stay the night for once. C'mon, B."

I slowly crawled back into the bed with him, straddling his midsection, as he sat up to nuzzle my breasts. Taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking me, while his hand came up to knead the other. "No...n..not tonight, not ever, until you tell them," I told him, sounding not as convincing as I had hoped to.

"Please," he implored, looking at me with those big, dark puppy dog eyes, "with whip cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry on top."

"Chocolate syrup?" I asked in a perplexed voice. "You went to grocery shopping? There wasn't any here yesterday, I looked." He grinned mischievously and reached into the nightstand drawer and removed an unopened 24-ounce bottle of Hershey's version of the delicious condiment. "You scheming, dirty dog, that is so not fair," I pouted, musing over the last time he turned me into a 'Bra Sundae'. Kami, that had definitely been an enjoyable night. It's hard to believe that it's been almost a month since we began sleeping together.

Taking my silence as a yes, he tore the safety seal from the bottle and pooped open the top with his teeth, drizzly the sticky chocolate on my collarbone. His warm mouth ascended onto my bare flesh, setting me on fire, inside out. I had to stop this now or I'd never make it home before sunrise. I roughly pushed off his lap and stood besides the bed. I had to; my will was not my own when his mouth and hands moved over me like that. "Stay, just a little bit longer," he asked again.

"I can't, you know how I feel." I reminded him, sliding my bra on, "I hate lying to my family about where I've been. Do you think Trunks doesn't notice that all of a sudden you have no interest in going out with him anymore?" I angrily told him, reaching into his dresser drawer for one of his clean t-shirts.

"Damn it, B, he's my best friend! How do you tell your best friend that you've been fucking his baby sister behind his back for the last month?" He argued, jerking aside the cover and jumping out of bed.

"Fucking? So, now I'm just a fuck now, a notch in the ol' headboard, huh? What happened with the look into my eyes bullshit? Fuck you, Goten!" I turned to leave, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of the door, blocking my exit.

"I won't let you go away mad, Bra."

"Good," I sneered at him, "because I'm not mad, I'm damn irate! Now, move." I lifted my hand and slapped him hard across his face, but he made no attempts to move. Again, I lifted my hand to strike him, but this time he grabbed my wrist and slammed me hard against the door, cracking its frame as he did so.

"You are taking my words out of context and acting like a child," Goten growled, gripping my forearms tightly, keeping me pinned against the door. He crushed his mouth to mine, forcefully parting my lips with his tongue, marauding my kisses like a thief in the night. My heart pounded in my ears and my body pumped with adrenaline from our quarrel, I found his forcefulness excitingly alluring and my resolve dissipated as if it never existed. "I'm sorry," he breathed into my mouth, releasing my arms and kissing me again. His hands descended to the buttons of my shorts, urgently ridding me of the offending garment.

He grabbed my bottom, lifted me up and speared his shaft into the chasm of my hot sex, driving away any apprehension of our previously heated words. Relentlessly, he hammered into me, bits of drywall from the ceiling falling into his thick ebony locks as I screamed his name over and over again. I took no heed of these things; my only coherent thoughts were of the blissful contentment he invokes within my being. We finished together, collapsing on the floor, drenched in sweat.

"I love you," he breathlessly told me, "Bra, I love you. We can discuss the right time to tell our families tomorrow or whenever you want to." I squealed in delight, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tenacious embrace. "Now get out of here," he jested, "I'll see you tomorrow."

In a daze I slid on my shorts and Nikes then plopped on the floor beside, "Say it again, one more time before I leave."

"It," he said jokingly.

"Baka," I slugged him in the bicep, "You know what I mean."

Goten crawled over to me pushing down on my back, setting his nude body between my open legs, "I love you Bra Briefs," he whispered, tasting my parted lips. Those words made my insides turn to jelly and my heart flutter madly. I never realized three little words could hold so much power.

I was on a natural high, floating on cloud nine, "I love you, too," I giddily answered back, surprising myself. "But I have to go, or I'll never make it home." He rolled off aside, kissing me tenderly for the last time this evening.

I raced home in record time, hastily bathing before I hit the hay, falling asleep immediately, anxious for sunrise to come with the promise of a new day.

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There is nothing quite as exhilarating as starting your morning off out with an all out, no holds barred spar. Even though at the present I was receiving the pounding of my life. Unfortunately, I've been seriously slacking in my training the past few weeks, opting for alternative methods to release my pent up energy. In all honesty it was not my fault. Damn that Son Goten to the home for infinite losers for being so insatiable.

"You've been ignoring your training and it shows," my father growled at me in that deep raspy voice, utterly unique to him. Cocking his fist back he prepared to strike. In NBA like instant replay slow motion-ness I saw his fist coming to make contact with my eye. I attempted to block, but to no avail the deadly limb collided with my poor blue eye. Ouch! I think I would've preferred to be struck with a sledgehammer. Regardless, the force of his punch sent me reeling backwards, colliding with the reinforced steel of the gravity room's curved walls. I slumped to the ground in pile of cuts, scrapes, and bruises. I had to fight to maintain consciousness; blinking the creeping darkness from my visual field, I could make out the compact muscular form of my father hovering above me with a look of sheer apprehension painted on his normally emotionless face.

Blue wisps of hair tickled my flushed cheeks as I shook my head side to side, trying to combat the urge to keel over and pass out. "Perhaps if you spent as much time training as you spent doing other things, then you might be a worthy adversary again. He grabbed my upper arm hauling me roughly to my unsteady feet. Dad ushered me to the room's exit adding, "Send your brother here and tell him to leave that sissy weapon behind. A true warrior needs only his body to fight, not metal sticks." I nodded my head leaving father's training room. I laughed at my father's choice of words. It sure is swell of him to share his overflowing love between my brother and I. Gee, dear ol' dad is such a charming guy, I reflected sarcastically to myself. Makes me kinda wonder how the 'rents ended up together in the first place. One day I'll have to get mom to tell the tale of that tale. Not that I haven't tried, but mom can be quite the subject changer when she wants to be. She always manages to shift the story over to the time when she and Goku went gallivanting across Chikyuu in search of dragonballs blah, blah, blah and the rabbit turned me into a carrot blah, blah, blah wish for perfect panties blah, blah, blah, anyways I'm sure their story is a far cry from boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, and exchange selfless vows of everlasting love.

"Brat!" I hear echo in my mind, startling me from my thoughts. Urgh! I hate it when he does that.

"Yes, Daddy." I answer him mentally, voice dripping with enough sweetness to cause a toothache. I'm still pissed at what he said to me. Slacking. Just because he chooses to spend just all his free time in there doesn't make me a slacker, vacationer maybe slacker hardly.

"Ice your eye. I refuse to listen to your mother rant about calling Child Protective Services."

I turn around to see him standing at the gravity room's entrance, arms crossed over his chest in typical Vegeta stance. I choked on a small giggle. Daddy is so funny when he pretends not to care. He's been that way as long as I can remember; everything has always been about reading between the lines as far as he's concerned. "You definitely have a point there, pip squeak. I'd probably pull my hair out if I had to stay one night in a jail cell." Then I added the icing on the cake by sticking my tongue out at him. I didn't wait for a reply, I made a mad dash for the entrance but not before I felt the sting of a miniature stream of Ki zap my bottom. OW! It's not my fault that my knee high to a grasshopper, short shit of a father drank to much coffee as a youngster. Tsk, tsk, tsk somebody should have told him it'd stunt his growth.

Rubbing my sore tush, I walked past the foyer and into the den. To my surprise my mother was there sitting on the couch. "Bra, we need to talk," she called out to me. Shit! I loathe all conversations that begin with the words 'we need to talk'.

"In a sec, Daddy wants me to go tell Trunks to-"

She cocked one thinly arched aqua eyebrow, patting the empty space on the sofa sectional behind her. "Sit," she gently commanded. I did as asked, sitting beside her. She took in my overall bruised and disheveled appearance, crinkling her nose at my not exactly shower clean smell, "For the love of Kami, go get some ice for that eye." I shrugged my shoulders and quickly went to the kitchen to retrieve some ice. I could hear my mother grumbling, "kuso gaki*, I should report you to the C.P.S."

I set about my task wondering what she wanted to discuss. I somewhat hoped it was Goten. I'm ecstatic that that big dummy has finally agreed that it's the right time to tell my family about us, for a while he was completely hell bent on keeping us hush-hush. I understand his concern about Trunks. He thinks Trunks will feel betrayed, while I believe Trunks will be happy that I'm happy. Now Daddy's an entirely different story, but I've managed to store away an impressive amount of senzu, so it's all good. Right? I can't stand deceiving my parents any longer. For the past month, I've had to invent a plethora of colorful half truths concerning my whereabouts, while the whole time I've been letting Son Goten screw me senseless. Not that I'm bitching about the latter, heavens no, but I value the closeness and openness within my kin and it wrecks my nerves to think that this could jeopardize my relationship with them.

"Since when does it take ten minutes to get an ice bag, Bra?" I turn around smiling half-heartedly at my mother.

"Gomen*, I was just in La La Land." I sealed the ziplock bag shut and rested the cold bag to my swelling eye.

Bulma chuckled and leaned back against the polished marble countertop, "So, Grandma Chones* decided to share her season tickets with you?"

"Huh?" I asked, looking at her crossly. Season tickets? Duh, I get. I bit the inside of my cheek thinking Kami, I live in a houseful of smartasses. "I see that you and Dad both have jokes this morning. What did you want to speak with me about?"

She unfolded some documents and handing them to me. Great, my college transcripts. "What about them?" I asked, sounding a bit more defensive than I intended too.

"Woodworking, air conditioning repair, English as a second language, basic algebra, Elizabethan fashion, court reporting and my personal favorite self defense for beginners, the only thing I see worthwhile is Mr. Son's political science class. You've taken all these bullshit artsy-fartsy classes; you haven't signed up for fall classes nor chosen a major. What's the deal young lady?" My mother expressed disapprovingly, her voice raising an octave with each overly enunciated syllable. Shimatta, I think she's mad.

"I'm just keeping my options open. One can never be too prepared for the future," I replied indifferently, opening the refrigerator for a beverage.

"Bra, you speak twelve different languages included Namekian and Saiya-go, you could put McGuyver to shame with your inventiveness, hell, you could make an A/C unit out of a broken toaster and some bobby pins blindfolded and Algebra. Algebra! You took Algebra when you were eight. For the love of Kami, tell me what's going on inside that head of yours." She yelled, pounding her fist against the counter for added effect.

Forgetting my drink, I slammed the icebox's door shut and turned to her, "I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear. I'm sorry that I'm such an underachiever and that I don't want to be trapped eight hours a day in an office playing corporate bigwig with a bunch of networking cheeseburger eating brownnosers. I'm sorry that I've never had my own grand tour or have had the opportunity to go traveling across Chikyuu doing as I please. I want excitement, I want to sleep in and stay out late. I want to beat up bad guys and kill my own dinner with my bare hands. And I want you to get off my back. I'm not asking for anything that you, Dad, or Trunks hasn't experienced firsthand." I lashed out, not thinking just letting loose a tirade of pent up frustration and emotions that I didn't really realize I had until I heard my voice speak them aloud.

I don't think she expected that. For the first time ever I believe I rendered mom speechless. She opened her mouth to speak, but not a sound left her mouth and before I knew it she pulled into an embrace. "Oh, baby. I had no idea; I'm sorry", she cooed, smoothing the back of my head as I hugged her in return.

"Gomen nasai, I was out of place to say tha-"

"No Bra, no you weren't out of place. How's a little sabbatical sound? You can take a year off and go find yourself. We'll put everything on hold and then hopefully you'll clear your mind."

Were my ears playing tricks on me? This is definitively a welcome turn of events. I tightened my embrace around her. "Arigatou, Mom, thank you."

She released me, stepping back to look at me, "Where has time gone? My baby isn't a baby anymore, is she?"

"I haven't been a baby for a long time, Mom."

"No, you certainly haven't." I could see her brilliant blue eyes through her glasses watering with unshed tears. "Well then, I'm going to double your monthly allowance and help yourself to any of the capsules."

"Thanks, Mom."

"I have an early meeting this morning, so I need to get going," she said turning to walk out of the kitchen, then quickly added, "Oh and grown or not, I'll be on you like white on rice if you ever so much as speak to me like that again, Ms. Bra. Understood?"

We both laughed, she could be too much sometimes. We parted, leaving via opposite exits from the kitchen. She left for work and I darted upstairs to rouse my brother, but not before making a quick stop at my room to retrieve my new toy that Grandpa Drawels* had given me, a new state of the art digital camera complete with an internet ready mini computer.

As stealthily as I possibly could, I turned the handle to Trunks' master boudoir. I slowly tiptoed into the oversized room, thankful that he opted not to bring a date home for the evening. Apparently, big bro had fallen asleep wearing only in his Calvin Kein *Ta-tum-ta-tum's otherwise known as tighty-whiteys. In his sleep, he had kicked aside his black goose down comforter. The blanket lay on the floor beside the bed while Trunks lay sprawled on his back. Tousled lilac locks framed his adorably peaceful face as he slept away, collecting his Zzz's. And that's when I decide to make my move. Ever so slowly I removed my digital camera from behind my back and snapped several shots of Trunks as he slept. Supermodel, you better work! After two-dozen pictures had been taken, I crept out of his room and down the stairs to my own room to hide the camera in the safety of my lingerie drawer.

Truth be told, I had eleven great pictures of my beloved brother doing an assortment of things including kata's, swimming, sleeping, working, reading, dancing and one awesome one of him decked out in his Armani tuxedo. Now all I have to do is go through my new photographs and choose March's pin-up picture and my unauthorized Trunks Briefs Most Eligible Bachelor 2003 Calendar will be complete. And let me say frankly, Mom does give me a generous allowance even with it's recent doubling, but plain and simple it just isn't enough. So with 500,000 of these babies at 17.95 zeni a pop and then I'll be able to quadruple that money with my limitless knowledge of the stock market, I'll surely be able to finance any future excursions albeit shopping, traveling, eating, retiring with all that dough. Oh yeah, I'll be a made woman.

I returned to Trunks' room, flipping on the light as I entered. "Wake up Trunks!" I hollered from the foot of his bed.

"Huh," he moaned, rolling onto his stomach and putting the pillow over his head.

"Get up, dingleberry! I've been trying to wake you for a half hour. Daddy's been waiting for you in the gravity room for thirty minutes already." Yep, that did it. Trunks shot strait up from bed, scrambling to his walk in closet for his work out gear. In about two minutes flat he was dressed and running down the stairs, sword in hand. I laughed aloud to myself; sometimes I am just plain evil.

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Time seems to fly by when one is immersed in schemes to fatten ones clandestine offshore bank account. Somehow I had manage to spend the majority of my day adding the final touches to my calendar, if my calculations are correct I should be reaping my profits by this time next month. I rose from my seat at my computer and stretched my stiff limbs. Kami, I need to get out of these stank ass clothes from this morning. Lazily, I made my way to my bathroom to grab a quick shower. Then after that I suppose could hunt down Pan and tell her the good news and then I could hit Goten up for some nookie followed by a family discussion. Sounds like a plan.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and started my shower water, turning the water as hot as I could stand it. I love hot baths, the hotter the better if you ask me. The pulsating spray of steaming hot water washed over my stiff muscles, relaxing and massaging in a quite pleasurable fashion. My thoughts wandered to Goten, I wonder what he's doing right now? Just the mere thought off him was enough to spread fluttering warmth throughout my body. The pleasure he could invoke in me was incomparably surreal. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to reminisce the feeling of his hands gliding across my body, my breasts, my womanhood. I touched myself slowly, imagining my hands were his. The gentle way his hands would slowly tease my nipples. His touches were always wonderful, different, and never the same. This time though I wanted to feel his touch shy and feather light at first and then becoming bolder and bolder until I couldn't control the sounds of bliss pouring from my parted lips. I slid two fingers into the warm flesh of my sex, pumping them as my release tickled the outskirts of my senses.

"You're thinking of me," I heard Goten's voice purr in my ear. My eyes snapped open to look into the midnight depths of my lover's obsidian eyes. He pulled my hand away from my womanhood, bringing my fingers to his lips and sucking my nectar from them. Kami, was I so lost in my erotic reverie that I neither felt his energy nor heard his entrance.

"Only on days that end with Y," I replied, interlacing my fingers behind his neck, pulling his nude body to mine and claiming his lips with my urgent kisses.

"So stranger, what brings you here?" I breathed against his neck, licking the water droplets from his skin.

"You, us…I missed you, your smile, your laugh, your touch, and," he deviously smiled at me, "your taste." His tongue paved a scorching trail of kisses down my body, going lower and lower grazing my breasts and past the flat plain of my belly to my inner thigh. Kneeling before me, he gently lifted my leg; resting it over his shoulder as I braced myself for the onslaught of sweet torture I was moments from receiving. He plunged his tongue into my welcoming abyss. My Adonis dined on my sweet ambrosia, licking, lapping my sensitive bud until my legs became useless and I had to use every iota of strength to keep standing.

The things he does to me, the unknowing power he has over me is maddening. His closeness quickens my blood to such extremities that it's purely inconceivable. Every smile, touch, caress, kiss is like some blissful high that I never want to come down from. I crave his nearness like an addict covets their drug of choice; he's my addiction. Although our relationship is still in its infancy, I find the depths of my emotions for him frighteningly mind-boggling. Never in my life have I ever felt this dependent on another living being. I love him.

My body was not my own as a kaleidoscope of gratification danced from my toes to my hair follicles and I had the vaguest awareness of sliding down the cool tile of the shower walls into the safety of Goten's open arms. Slowly, my incoherent blissfulness faded leaving me more than aware my lover's arousal pressed firmly against my thigh. I shifted my body, needing to feel him moving within me and lovingly completing me. I impaled myself on his length, beginning our union, moving above him in a slow deliberate rhythm. "Bra," he moaned my name, gripping my hips in attempt to quicken the pace but I didn't give. Claiming the sweet candy of his mouth, I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him mingled with my own. Using his Ki, he levitated us up to stand. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him within me, while his grip on me increased. Goten pushed my slick body against the wall, pumping into me relentlessly, pounding his flesh against mine in this timeless dance. He felt so good, too good, he felt perfect. We locked eyes, and in his I could see all my love, passion, adoration, and want mirrored in his charcoal depths. We finished together, him spilling his essence into the center of my ravenous orifice as my entire being shook and gave voice to my uncontained pleasure that he only he could inspire in me.

"Bra, Bra, Bra," he whispered repeatedly, blanketed my face in sweet butterfly kisses. He lowered me to my unsteady feet, wrapping his strong arms around my torso as mine wrapped around neck. I rested my head on his chest, mesmerized by the lulling beat of his thudding heart. He turned me around into the pulsating spray of the hot shower, the water cascading down my body rinsing away the perspiration of our lovemaking.

He reached behind me, removing the sponge from its hook and generously poured the cucumber-melon shower gel, working it into a rich lather and began running the sponge along my, the small of my back, behind my knees, and even the ticklish places between my toes. But, he didn't stop there, on the tubs rim was my razor and with extreme care he shaved my tanned legs. Never in my life has anyone done that for me. Honestly, I don't believe I would of allowed another to touch this way, besides him. Finishing, he eased his way back up to wash my aqua tresses. His fingers massaged my scalp as I leaned into him, resting my soapy on his chest. God, this was positively the most fun I've ever had taking a shower, I think I can wholly empathize with that hollering lady from the Herbal Essence commercial.

I donned my terry cloth robe, while he wrapped a towel around his waist; we left the bathroom and entered my bedroom.

He sat on my bed wiping the water droplets from his heavenly body. "You know," I said sitting beside him, placing my hand suggestively on his inner thigh, "This is the first time I've had you on my bed. You want to christen it?"

"You, my love, are insatiable, but," he said removing my hand from his leg and looking at the clock, "I was hoping to tell Trunks and your parents about us, not show them."

"Daddy won't be home until much later and Mom and Trunks never leave C.C. on time, speaking of which, why aren't you at work?" I asked, slipping into a pair of khaki short and a multi colored sleeveless shirt.

"I have a few use or loose sick days, so I'm cashing in," He informed me, pulling the beige polo over his head.

"Oo, which reminds me, mom's giving me a one year vacation, we should go somewhere. You want to go to Key West or something?" I asked running a comb through my wet aquamarine tresses. He came to stand behind, wrapping his arms my midsection, chuckling softly at some secret joke. "What's so funny?"

"You," He breathed against my neck, planting kisses on my shoulder.

"Me?" I turned around in his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You have such vibrant, happy-go-lucky, take no prisoners attitude. If you feel like doing something, then it's done," he said, pressing his forehead to mine, "Key West, huh? That's what I'm talking about, that attitude, that contagious outlook on life. That is why you're so damn irresistible. As much as I tried to fight it, and believe me I've tried. You had me at hello."

"That is so sweet, you know, for me, I think it started forever ago when I was still a chibi, back when we sparred together for the first time and you accidentally hit me too hard and busted my lip open and I pretended pass out and when you came over to see if I was okay I kicked you in the nuts. You are so lucky Mom had a senzu, because if I had to walk around the rest of my life with some cleft lip looking scar, I would've found a way to maim you too," I giggled, nuzzling my nose to his.

"You see, now that's what I'm talking about you sadistic little-" I lowered my hands to his but giving it a good squeeze.

"Flattery will get you every Mr. Son," I wickedly whispered.

"Did I mention hentai?" he added for good measure.

"Nope." I responded matter-of-factly.

"What about ecchi?"

"You want me to show you how much of a hentai I can be?"

"Is that a challenge?" he questioned, pulling me tightly to him.

"Only if you think you can handle it."

"I can handle anything," he grinned, biting my lower lip.

"Then show me the way home, baby." He lifted his finger to his forehead to Shunkun Idou us out of here, when a rapping was heard at the front door.

"Hey, B-chan, have you seen Goten? His car's parked out front but I can't find him anywhere."

"You drove," I angrily mouthed at him, he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Have you checked out by the pool or maybe the kitchen, that friend of yours has an voracious appetite, I've literally seen him eat for an hour straight." That did it, Goten started laughing and Trunks let himself in.

"What are you two doing in here?" He asked suspiciously.

"You don't want to know." I laughed.

Turning to Goten he said, "So, are we still going out tonight?"

"Ya, there's something I wanted to discuss with you."

"I don't know if you're going to want to discuss anything, I've got present for you. So you can thank me now." He said dragging Goten out of my room.

"I'll see you later," I said giving him a quick hug and kissing his cheek.

"Bye." He smiled back.

"What was that all about?" I could vaguely hear my brother ask Goten as they trailed down the hallway.

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I sat in a worn, comfortable Lazy-Boy recliner in the corner of Goten's living room, watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick-at-Nite, but not really watching it. It was just background noise, I suppose, something to do while I anxiously waited for him to come home. It was nearly one in the morning and I was worried to death about him. Maybe, I shouldn't have been so persistent with him. Maybe Trunks and Daddy are slowly torturing him on some Kami forsaken island, but I would feel their Ki's, right? I buried my hands in my face, trying not to imagine the worst-case scenario. Happy thoughts Bra, think happy thoughts.

I must've fallen asleep, because I was woken by the sound of keys scraping against the doorknob. I tiredly sat, smiling as my man entered through the front entrance. I stood to greet him when the scent of alcohol and women's Eternity perfume permeated my senses. The first thing that came to mind was I don't wear Eternity and when he stepped into the glow of light radiating from the television I took notice of his tousled appearance and a strawberry colored lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. I could literally feel the color draining from my face as the reality of my situation came crashing down on me. I must've looked like that stupid coyote from the roadrunner cartoon right when he realizes he's about to have a 2000 pound anvil dropped on his cranium. I was so furious that I didn't even realize I had shifted into Super Saiyan mode.

"B, what are doing here? Why are you powered up, I don't feel like sparring now, so cut that out before you short circuit all my appliances."

Time seemed to stand still as I gawked at this audacious fool. That motherfucker, he's lost his damn mind. "Bra, what's wrong," he asked, then he must have noticed what I had smelled and saw the moment he walked in the door. "Oh. It's not what you think, let me explain."

"Explanations aren't necessary," I coolly said, pushing past him to leave.

"Wait a minute Bra, it's not what you think." He said, holding his hands up defensively. One thing I've learned during my nineteen years of life on this planet was that if something looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, hell if it even walks like duck, then it certainly isn't a damn mongoose.

"Why? So I can listen to your pretty sugar coated lies, you little whore. I hope it was worth it." I venomously told him.

"Bra," he growled, I could sense his rising anger. "You don't know what you're saying."

"What, did you want to fuck it all better again," he snatched my arm, whirling me around, and all I could smell was that sickening scent of her perfume. I could hear him growling low in back of his throat, his eyes and hair were dangerously flashing from black to teal and from ebony to gold as he fought to control his temper. With my other arm I lifted a soccer ball size sphere of Ki to his face. "Let me go. Now."

He released my arm and I walked out of his home and life, never wanting to set eyes on him again.

TO BE CONTINUED…

In next chapter, His Perspective, we'll learn exactly what happened through Goten's eyes.

Translations

Gomen - sorry

Kuso gaki - you shitty little devil

Chones - Spanish slang for underwear, my name for Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mother

Shimatta - Light cuss word roughly equivalent to "Oh no. Darn. Shoot."

Gomen Nasai - I'm very sorry

Arigatou - thank you

Drawels - ethnic slang for underwear, my name Dr. Briefs, Bulma's father

Ta-ta-ta-dum - mens/boys white brief style underwear. Think of the silly music in the old superhero movies, when the hero emerges and the music plays ta-ta-ta-dum in the background

Baka - idiot

Ecchi - pervert

Hentai - pervert

Chibi - little, small