Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Late Night Redevous ( Chapter 2 )

Hey, its me again! Okay, things are going to start heating up! Also, I know I was a bit off on Pan and Bra's ages, but I'm pulling that little thing called "Literary Liscense" or some such nonsense! This is my story! I can do whatever I want! If these characters seem a little OOC, sorry, but I've never even SEEN DBZGT, so I've never set eyes on Pan or Bra! Gimmie a break people! Now, read, I command you! I expect some reviews here!

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Goten was stepping out of his room at the hotel when he saw a small, hooded figure emerge from Bra's room and head down the hallway. Curious, he followed. It was after midnight and Goten was willing to bet his life that Vegeta hadn't agreed to let Bra go out alone at night. Staying a good distance behind her, he followed her to the stairs, not the elevator and he suddenly wondered if she was meeting someone. A flash of jealousy caught him off guard. He frowned. Now, why would he be jealous of someone meeting Bra? She wasn't anything to him other than his best friend's sister. Not that he wouldn't like it if she were… He shook his head and put the thought away, to be examined later. Goten slipped silently through the door to the stairwell. On catlike feet, he followed the sound of her hurried steps, to the ground floor. He waited until she'd gone around a corner before leaving the stairwell and entering the corridor. As he rounded the corner, he saw the door to the hot tubs swing shut and felt a sinking feeling in his gut. She was meeting someone in the hot tub.

Pan slid into the hot tub, gasping at the heat as her cool skin adjusted to the high temperature of the water. A moment later, the door opened and Bra slipped inside the room, quickly shedding her hooded cloak and stepping toward the water in her tiny red bikini. Pan grinned. "I bet your dad just loves that suit." "My dad doesn't know I have this suit," Bra corrected, with an answering smile. "My mom occasionally takes pity on me." Pan laughed and Bra stepped into the hot tub, onto the seat. She hissed as the water closed over her foot. "Damn, this is hot!" "It is called a HOT tub," Pan reminded her. Bra shot her a wry look. Both girls' heads shot up when the door to the room swung open and Goten stepped inside. With a surprised squeak, Bra started to fall backwards from her precarious position. Instinctively, Goten stepped forward and caught her arm, yanking her back and right into his chest. She just stared up at him, her mouth open a little and her eyes wide with surprise and something else.

"Goten, what are you doing here?" he faintly heard Pan ask. She sounded far away and there was a strange rushing noise in his ears as he looked down at Bra, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hands on his shoulders, her hips pressed against his. "Pan, get your ass back to your room," he heard himself say. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his niece rise out of the hot tub, grab her robe and rush out of the room. The click of the door closing made him blink and he slowly loosened his grip on Bra's arm.

Bra stared up at Goten and realized she'd forgotten to breathe. Drawing in a lungful of air, she looked down, at her hands, where they pressed against his skin. She was suddenly quite fascinated by the contrast of her pale skin to his darkly tanned chest. The muscles in his arms, bared by his tank top, were tensed, as was the rest of his body. Hard and strong, as a fighter should be, as a Saiyan man always was. ALL of him was hard, she realized, as she felt his erection pressing into her belly through his sweatpants. She swallowed. Shifted her hips, experimentally. Goten's breath hissed in and his grip on her arm tightened again. "Don't," he said, shortly, harshly. "Why?" she asked, breathlessly. "Because this is neither the time or the place and I value my life," he said, drawing on every ounce of self-control he possessed and stepping back, away from her. That, in itself, could have been a mistake, as stepping away from her allowed him to see her fully. The little bikini, bright red against her paleness, framed her body to its best advantage and her hair, exotic and blue, like her mother's, was sticking to her skin with the moisture from the steamy hot tub. Her eyes, so big and bright, were fixed on him and her pink tongue came out to lick her lips, nervously. "Your life?" she asked, very softly. He nodded. "My life. That's what he would take from me if your father ever found out I touched you," Goten said, his own words strengthening his resolve to leave her as he'd found her, untouched. "Get back to your room, Bra. I'm going to send Trunks down here in ten minutes. You know what'll happen if he finds you here," Goten said, his voice carefully emotionless, as if he were addressing an opponent in the arena. Refusing to let his eyes stray back to her enticing form, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Trunks wasn't in his room to get Goten's call. He was outside, at the Tournament grounds, where a crowd of the fighters and their friends and family had gathered around a bonfire. There was alcohol and a few people smoking pot, but Trunks didn't touch either. He was looking for distraction in a different form. Scanning the crowd, he suddenly saw just the right kind of form. Tall, blond and slender, with big blue eyes, she glanced up from talking to her friends and caught his eyes on her. She smiled, very slowly, seduction in the curve of her lips. With a short word to her friends, she left them and walked straight toward him, stopping in front of him and boldly meeting his gaze. "Hi. Are you a fighter?" she asked. He nodded. She grinned and ran a hand over his chest, under his jacket, to his bicep and purred. "I like fighters."

She didn't have a hotel room, she had a camp trailer, one with a large bed at one end. That was the only thing Trunks saw when they came through the door and that was where he headed, with the girl in his arms. Her legs were around his waist and her teeth were nipping at his neck and ear, while her hands roamed over every inch of him that she could reach. Throwing her down on the bed, he quickly stripped off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his shoes, then lowered himself over her. Her hands were immediately at his belt and he stripped off her tank top with one hand. She wore no bra and she deftly released the catch on her skirt. He was pleased to find that it was just a wrap-around thing and nothing else was required to bare her to his touch. She obviously had no use for underwear of any kind. Her hands were shoving his pants and boxers down, impatiently, as she kissed him and her legs reclaimed their hold around his waist. His hands found her breasts and kneaded them, before he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth. She moaned and writhed beneath him and he moved to the other breast. She arched against him and his hands settled on her waist as she reached down to touch him, to guide him in. With a low growl, he pushed into her and she gasped, her nails scoring his shoulders. Buried to the hilt in her heat, Trunks opened his eyes and looked up, his breath coming faster, as he deliberately allowed his power level to rise and went Super Saiyan. His eyes, once blue, were now teal and his hair was blond and rose above his head, as if lifted on some invisible wind. The aura around him was so strong, she could see it shining in the air. That was her first clue that she may have gotten more than she bargained for.

Trunks pulled on his jeans and tank top and picked up his jacket. Sliding his feet into his shoes, he stepped away from the bed and the sleeping girl. Without a glance back, he walked out of the trailer and into the night. As the air cooled his flesh, he allowed his thoughts to roam back to earlier. Not the girl. No, she was nothing to him. He knew her type. They hung around the Tournaments, waiting for the fighters. They enjoyed the thrill of being at a powerful man's mercy, knowing they could be seriously hurt if the one they chose decided not to be gentle. Trunks had seen many like her. He had, it seemed inherited the sexual drive of a pure blooded Saiyan, the need to release the energy worked up by fighting. Training would work as well, an outlet for the intense power that filled him after a fight, but not nearly as enjoyable. This girl had known nothing of Saiyans when she chose Trunks and had definitely been surprised, even afraid, when he powered up and drove into her, the energy pouring off him. He supposed he should feel guilty about scaring her, but he didn't. That, he figured, he must have gotten from his father. Vegeta did not feel guilty when he felt that whatever had happened was deserved. Come to think of it, Vegeta did not feel guilty at all. The only regret Trunks had was that he couldn't unleash ALL of his power, all the pent up energy, with one of these girls. They were too frail, too human, too easy to break. He was voracious and maybe a little vicious, but he wasn't a murderer. No, he could never lose control with a human girl, and therefore, the energy never quite left him. It hid inside him, just out of sight, until something happened to flare his anger or his lust. Then it came to the forefront with a passion and he fought it with every bit of will power he possessed.

Trunks lost that fight two days later. He and Goten were facing off in the arena that day and were walking together down to breakfast, joking and laughing, both of them recalling their first Tournament, with their mothers jumping every time they caught a fist or a foot. They'd fought each other then, too and Trunks had won then, but just barely and the boys were just as close after the fight as they had been before it. While they were waiting for their food, Trunks excused himself and made his way into the little hallway that contained the doors to the restrooms. When he stepped into the hall, he heard a familiar voice. It was Bra. She was apparently in the women's bathroom and was talking to someone, excitedly. Curious, he stepped closer to the door and listened as Bra related everything that had happened in the hot tub room a few nights ago to a gasping Pan. Rage slowly filled him, like liquid in a cup and soon he would overflow. Forgetting the bathroom, forgetting eating and too angry to see straight, Trunks turned and walked out of the restaurant, to the Tournament grounds, where he could warm up for his fight against Goten.