Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Niceties ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.03.2002 | Updated On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 20, 'Niceties'
"…Of course, the shares will provide a percentage of the Corp's profits. We're very interested in enabling our clients to be to able to own part of our success." Bulma said proudly. The women in suits following her nodded with business smiles. "As you can see as we leave the botanical gardens of the Corp, we are branched out into many different projects." Bulma led the women through to the main section of the Corp. "To your left, we have the training areas. That's where the fighters train for battles. We're stepping into the living area of the Corp now, and to your right…"
Bulma suddenly realised the women weren't even listening to her anymore. She glanced in the direction they all seemed to be gawping in. She gasped. There stood Tristian, shirtless and only in a pair of black jeans that were unbuttoned, showing the black satin boxers beneath. She frowned with despair. Tristian looked at his sudden audience with surprise, especially at the short-skirted business women with Bulma. Bulma grabbed Tristian's arm, pulling him away. She looked back at the women, flustered. "I'm sooo sorry!" She cried, dragging the half-naked Saiyan away.
She yanked him into the kitchen, throwing a shirt at him. "For Kami's sake! Put some clothes on!" She cried, leaping out of the room again. Gohan, Trunks, Goten and Bra were stood watching the scene with confusion. Tristian blinked at them, then shrugged. He buttoned up his jeans and began to put the shirt on.
"Now, where were we?" Bulma asked as she jogged back to her group.
"Who... who was he?" One of the investors gasped.
The other women nodded eagerly and vigorously. "Is he part of your Corporation?" Another demanded. The women looked at her with ravenous 'where do we sign?' faces.
Bulma caught her breath, thinking quickly. "…well... yes! Yes he is!" She shrieked. She grinned, and span around. "I'll be right back!" She ran off from the confused women.
Bulma leapt back into the kitchen, surprising everyone. She pulled the shirt right out of an astonished Tristian's hands. "Don't put that on!" She shrieked, scolding the highly confused Saiyan youth. She swiftly grabbed Tristian and pulled him right against her, skillfully yanking his jeans buttons open again. Once Tristian had got over his initial shock, he raised an eyebrow.
"Frisky, aren't we?" he mused. Bulma caught the gaze of his black eyes before she gave him a little affectionate clip over the head.
Gohan shifted his warning glare from Tristian to Bulma with a look of suspicion. "Are you exploiting my nephew?" he demanded of the sassy older woman.
She suddenly moved again, madly searching through a cupboard next to her. "Me? Exploiting? That's such a strong word…" She gave an unnatural little laugh that just made Gohan arch his eyebrow all the more. "'Presenting'! That's a nicer one!" She quipped as she pulled out a bottle of clear oil. She stood victorious. She glanced at the frisky young Saiyan male who was grinning cheekily. "…Besides, it's not like he's not enjoying this anyway." She muttered with amusement.
They watched as Tristian peered round the door down the hallway. He caught his breath and his body shivered excitedly. He turned back around, grinning so much his eyes were closed. Looking like a kid that was about to be let loose in a sweet shop. Bulma rustled the long strands of his fringe affectionately and received a throaty purr in response.
Bulma suddenly let out an 'Eeep!'. "I have to get back to my clients! Oil him up for me, would ya honey?" She yelped at Bra, shoving the bottle into her hands. She ran out of the door again.
Everyone in the room took a few moments to register what had just happened. "Oil... him...up?" Bra stuttered, looking at the oil in her hand. Her eyes widened. "MOTHER! This is not cooking oil! What's it doing in here????"
Tristian grinned sexily. "Ok…grease me up babe." he purred. He saw Trunks throw him the darkest look out the corner of his eye.
Bra poured a little oil in her hands, and hesitated, before she put her hands on his chest. She was aware of Trunks, Gohan and Goten watching her, and she blushed furiously. She gently began to rub it all over his front in long strokes, then began to massage it in. She began to get a feel of what she was doing. His skin was firm and smooth, now beginning to glisten from the oil. Bra found herself in deep concentration, feeling how rock solid the muscle was underneath his soft skin. She knew Vegeta and Trunks were the same... but they were her family. This was… different. Touching another Saiyan male like this was sensual.
She shyly glanced at his face, and was surprised to see his eyes closed. His eyebrows were furrowed softly, and he began gently purring. She was fascinated, for reasons she couldn't explain, watching him so content and so blissful. His purring turned into soft moans, and Bra shivered. She was causing him so much pleasure…? His moans were… animal-like. They awoke something deep inside her. Something that yearned to answer his call, some dark instinct. His moans became louder, and he gently tilted back his head as Bra rubbed the oil further down his abdomen… lower… lower…
"That's enough!" Trunks suddenly barked. His eyes were clouded with anger as he saw how Tristian reacted to his naïve sister's touches.
"What's going on here?" Cadell demanded as he seemed to appear from nowhere.
Bulma leapt into the kitchen at the same time. "Quick! Go loiter!" She said breathlessly to Tristian. Cadell looked confused. But all he knew was he felt a deep pang of fear as Bulma' cunning blue eyes suddenly snapped to meet his. "You too! Oh... but take off your shirt first…"
Cadell looked at Tristian, and the oil in Bra's hands. "What's going on here?" He repeated.
Tristian grinned. "We're being exploited!" He announced cheerfully. His cheeks were flushed, and his body was still trembling lightly.
"I'm having no part in this!" Cadell yelped as Bulma sprang on her grandson, tugging his shirt off and pushing the warrior out after Tristian. She followed them, holding both their arms tightly. The businesswomen caught their breath.
"Ladies, this is my…" She paused, glancing at Cadell. "…son, and his associate. They are part of an exciting 'project' Capsule is conducting currently."
"Hi…" Cadell said awkwardly, slightly unnerved by the ravenous looking females. He watched as his younger brother scanned the females selectively, before pausing on a petite brunette. He recognized the smirk that slowly spread on his lips. Tristian stepped forward, taking the young woman's hand. He raised it to his lips classically.
"Hello beautiful… I'm Tristian." He murmured softly.
The woman giggled shyly, receiving death glares from the other women. She turned to Bulma, and blurted the all-important anticipated words. "WheredoIsign???"
Bulma grinned as the other women scrambled to get part of the deal. Tristian hovered closely as the brunette signed the papers. She stood up, and Tristian 'accidentally' stood in the way so she barreled into his firm chest. "Oh, I'm sorry…" he slurred, making sure he caught her olive green eyes in his dark gaze. He suddenly snapped them up to Bulma. "What do you say I show this special investor around some more?" He proposed.
Bulma eyed him suspiciously. "That's a good idea." She smiled. Tristian slid his arm discreetly around her waist, leading her away.
"And I'm sure he'll show her the whole package…" Trunks said sarkily from the wide gap left in the kitchen door. "Doesn't he ever quit?"
Gohan and Goten didn't respond. Bra watched him too, leading the beautiful woman deeper into the Corp. His hand was low on her waist, suggestively. And as he talked, his lips brushed her ear.
_*_
Rayne screamed as she bolted up in bed. She carried on screaming hysterically, until everyone ran into the room, all disheveled and in their pajamas. The moonlight shone eerily through the window, highlighting Rayne's shivering form. The wind blew through the open window, and the curtains billowed in shimmering arcs into the room. Everyone staying at the Corp apart from Vegeta edged worriedly into the darkened room. Bulma turned on a soft light as she padded in wrapped in her dressing gown and dainty slippers.
"What's going on?" Trunks cried sleepily.
Rayne was sat up on her knees on the bed, her shaking hands covering her face. Eira appeared in the doorway, wearing a white vest top and small white pajama shorts. Arienne was behind her, dressed in her knee length T-shirt. Both girls didn't hesitate, as they ran into the room. Both climbed on the bed, Eira hugging Rayne in her arms, gently rocking her, while Arienne put her arms around both of them, gently stroking Rayne's hair reassuringly.
Goten moved forward. "What's wrong…?" He asked. Rayne cowered in fear, still shaken up from her nightmare.
Cadell paused. "Out!" He barked with authority. "Everyone out, NOW!"
Everyone looked confused. Rhiamon aided Cadell in herding them all out. Tristian was the only youth missing.
The gang were confused and worried to find themselves being kept on the other side of the door, only the soft sounds of sobbing heard from the other side.
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"Bra? Earth to Bra!"
Bra jumped, feeling the wind breezing through her hair. Marron indicated, turning the car onto the freeway. Bra nervously smiled, taking more attention of her two friends in the car with her. Pan leaned forward from the backseat.
"What were you daydreaming about?" She asked cheekily. She waggled her finger knowingly. "A guy, right?"
Bra blushed, but composed her Vegeta-esque face. "Why would I be pining over a male of the species?" She let out an unnatural laugh.
"'Pining'? Interesting choice of word." Marron purred. She kept her eye on the road, but watched Bra's face through the front mirror with a smirk.
Pan leaned her head on Bra's seat. "Who?" She asked simply, employing puppy dog eyes for the occasion.
Bra edged nervously. She hadn't meant to say pining! And how could she tell Pan that she was having fantasies about her son? She sighed, leaning her face in her hand. She blew an annoying strand of sea green hair from her face.
~* "That one looks great!" Marron cried. "Bra, buy it!"
Bra looked down at herself in the burgundy dress. It had spaghetti straps, and stopped mid-thigh, a slinky slit showing more of her left leg too. She had on matching burgundy shoes with glass beading, and criss-crossed laces crossed around her legs.
"When are we going for something to eat?" Pan complained. "Bra, just buy the dress, it looks ok."
Bra stifled a giggle, lightening her mood. 'Ok' meant it looked good. Pan hated clothes shopping! Bra spun one more time in front of the mirror, deciding the dress really did flatter her. She reached for her bag and pulled out a credit card. "I can put it on daddy's card…" She smirked.
Marron laughed with her friend. But then suddenly stopped. "…Rhiamon?" Bra and Pan watched as Marron hurried out of the shop. They saw her stop Rhiamon outside the window. They couldn't hear what the demi-Saiyan male and their friend were talking about, but it looked sweet. Rhiamon smiled, and gently brushed his lips against Marron's. Marron let go of his hand, and rushed back inside, only to meet her already grinning friends. "Guys... I'm sorry…but I'm going to go for a drive with Rhiamon." She apologised worriedly.
Bra grinned. "Will I be getting a daughter in law soon?" She joked. "We don't mind! …As long as I'm chief bridesmaid."
Marron blushed hotly. "Marriage? Bra!!!!" She snapped. "We're going for a drive, that's all!"
Pan sniggered. "We'll take Bra's aircar back." She said. "Have fun…"
Marron rejoined Rhiamon outside, and Pan followed Bra as she went to take the dress back off to pay for it. She leaned on the wall outside the cubicle. "Just think... if none of this had happened, Marron wouldn't have met Rhiamon. 'Cos... he wouldn't have even existed." She mused.
"Yeah... I guess. But imagine if it did happen again. Pan…!" Bra sighed loudly instead of finishing her sentence. "Sleeping with.. I mean, with Goten, Gohan.... I love the kids... I really do. It's so hard to be able to decide if it would be better if they had never been."
Pan frowned. "Deciding whether their existence is worth the pain we went through in the future?" She said. "Damn! I hate that's its so complicated."
"But… now they're here, and if we stop this, they'll still be here!" Bra suddenly chirped cheerfully. "We never have to decide between it, because they'll exist in the old timeline, even if this timeline changes!" She exclaimed happily. She opened the cubicle, dressed in her clothes again, her eyes shining happily. "We'll have created a whole new timeline!"
Pan gave a smile. "I think you're right." She said. "All we need to do is stop these forces that are coming."
Bra smiled a smug victory grin. "I know I am!"
Pan and Bra turned to glare at a small crowd of bystanders, hooked on their strange conversation. "Hey! We're not a sideshow!" Pan cried angrily. Whether it was something in the young demi-Saiyan's voice, or the murderous look in her black eyes, either way, the people fled. Pan allowed a smirk to match her friends.
Bra strode to the counter, handing over the credit card to the cashier. As it was sold and bagged for her, a thoughtful look crossed her face. Pan noticed, and watched intently. "I did look… grown up in that, didn't I? You know, sophisticated and sexy?"
Pan paused. "Of course you did! I don't know much about clothes, but that certainly made you look older and did wonders for you!" She reassured her. "…how come you're so bothered? 'Sexy'? 'Sophisticated?'"
Bra flushed. Pan skidded to a halt. She held her arms in Bra's path. "There's something you're not telling me!" She accused her sea-green haired friend. "Spill it!"
"I… just like someone, ok?" Bra snapped, pushing past Pan. Pan was filled with curiosity. She frowned determinedly, before following her friend back to the aircar lot.
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"Mom... we're home!" Bra called out through the Corp. Both girls stepped inside and Bra put down her shopping bags as she ventured further in.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! That bloody stings!!!!!"
The scream ran through the Corp, startling all within hearing distance. "It's only antiseptic!"
Loud cursing was heard, followed by a door opening. Tristian strode down the hallway, topless with a grimace on his face. Bulma appeared from the room behind him, cotton wool in her hands and a lotion bottle. She padded after him, giggling softly. Tristian stopped just short of the living rooms where Gohan, Goten and Trunks were congregated. Bra and Pan also joined them.
"Damn! That bitch scratches deep." Tristian complained. "I bet she's left scars!" He flexed his back muscles with irritation.
Bulma gave a snort of laughter. "She's very proud of those nails." She giggled.
Tristian growled. "Well they damn hurt!" He roared. He frowned, before sighing. "I guess it was sexy... in a painful way." He smirked.
Gohan looked up from his coffee, the evening sunlight glinting on his glasses. "The investor?" He asked. Bulma nodded.
Tristian began wildly muttering again. She looked over at him. "Honey, can you put a nice shirt on? I've asked everyone round for drinks." She asked.
"Yeah, sure." He answered.
"I'll let the girls know too. They're training, aren't they?" Bulma asked. "Hmm... I'll send them a message." She lifted a small device out from her pocket. She flipped the dial up, and it revealed a small screen. She typed a code into a little keypad, and the device began to ring, like a cell phone. The picture began to clear, and a clear image suddenly burst through. It was Arienne.
"Hey Bulma." The dark haired girl said. "What's up?" She wiped her brow with her sweatband as she talked.
"Listen, I'm having the guys around for drinks and something to eat. When you two have finished training, why don't you shower and come down to the main area of the Corp…"
As Bulma talked to Arienne, Gohan approached Tristian. "I think we need to talk…" he said. His face was solemn.
Tristian looked curious. "What about?" Gohan didn't answer him, so he followed as his uncle led him to a deserted room of the Corp. It turned out to be a botanical area, and the ceiling was littered with a rainforest foliage. "Woah... what is this place?" Tristian murmured. "Crazy…"
Gohan stopped, turning to face the youth. "Tristian... since you've been here. You've had quite a few relations with a lot of women…" he began.
Tristian's face suddenly became serious. "You're... kidding me?"
Gohan was taken back. He hadn't expected this response.
"You're trying to pep talk me?" Tristian cried. "Since when are my 'relations' your business?"
"You have no respect for women!" Gohan snapped. "Not when you treat them so carelessly after you get what you want!"
Tristian glared silently. "You have no right to lecture me…" he said through gritted teeth. "This discussion is over." He snarled, striding out.
Gohan stood silently. He… he had expected Tristian to be more…defensive He was far too calm, accepting, however annoyed he had seemed just then.
~*Meanwhile, Pan elbowed Bra in the ribs gently. "Bra, a get together! You can wear your dress! The perfect excuse!"
Bra nodded. She sighed deeply. Would it work as well as she hoped…?
__*__
Marron snuggled into Rhiamon's' chest.
"So... are you guys a couple now?" Pan asked excitedly.
Marron grinned, and Rhiamon gave a shy smirk. Bra slunk into the room. "Don't go giving me grandkids just yet." She laughed softly. The others turned to look at her. She was wearing the burgundy dress, and she paused in it. She shyly looked from the other's glances to meet a particular set of dark eyes. She shivered almost as she saw his eyes trail up her body with an interest. She blushed as his eyes locked with hers, and he gave her a subtle wink.
"Honey... that dress looks nice." Bulma cooed as Bra sat down next to Pan.
"This is kinda boring." Goten commented. The room went silent, drinks deathly still in their hands. "I'm just saying we could do... something fun?" He cried defensively. His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Don't you have a karoke system in here Bulma?" he mused. There was an excited murmur of agreement.
"That would be different!" Videl said cheerfully. "I can sing my favorite Celine Dion song!" (AN: >.<)
Krillen helped Bulma get the system set up, and before long, a lot of the Z gang had chances to show off their musical abilities... or lack of.
Bulma took the microphone back off Yamacha after his attempted A1 boyband impression. (AN hehe.. it suits him *evil laughter *)
"Tristian, do you want to sing?" She asked, holding the microphone out. The same glint went through Tristian's eyes. He slowly got up, walking to the front of the room as Bulma sat down. He had a quick flick through the music, before seeming to find what he was looking for.
Trunks leaned against the wall with a frown. "Here comes another display of male chauvinism…" he muttered.
Tristian stood back up. He took the microphone, flexing his shoulders as the music started.
"I made it through the wilderness... somehow I made it through.. 'Didn't know how lost I was, until I found you…."
Everyone in the room froze, beads of sweat falling down their foreheads.
Tristian sang soulfully, but with definite amusement in his voice. "I was beat, incomplete… (I'd been had), I was sad and blueeeeee, but you made me feel, yeah…" Tristian rolled his lower body, trailing his hand down his chest. "You made me feel... shiny and new…" He sang sexily, his eyes gleaming. "Like a virgin! Hey! Touched for the very first time…" He spun around, sliding down the doorframe sensually.
Then he was next to Trunks. Tristian moved closer, pressing against Trunks' front with his back. Trunks' eyes were wide and terrified. Tristian slid down and back up Trunks' firm body teasingly. The he suddenly span so his front was now pressed against him.
"Like a v…i...r...g...i...n… when your heart beats…" Tristian kept eye contact as he slid down Trunks, his hand trailing down Trunks' finely sculptured abs. Everyone else in the room watched with disbelief and shock at the scene.
Tristian slid back up, but his hand continued downwards. Tristian's hand stopped abruptly above Trunks' crotch teasingly. He felt the tremors of anticipation and lust run through Trunks. Tristian brushed his lips against Trunks' ear. "Next to mine…." He finished the song sensually. He held him by his waist as the waves of pleasure came over Trunks, Trunks unable to stop it. His body shook and he tried to catch his breath again. Tristian moved away with a laugh. Trunks, still trembling, began to blush and cover his lower area. He suddenly dashed from the room, horrified and embarrassed.
Everyone else were struck dumb, unable to speak. Tristian turned to Goten with a grin. "Ok, Mr. Straight rose to the occasion… with an added extra. Pay up! That 50 bucks is so mine!" He laughed.
Goten couldn't hardly breath from laughing so hard. He dug in his back pocket for his wallet and handed his son a 50 note. "Dude… that was classic!"
Tristian pocketed the note, pleased with himself. "He doesn't hold out very long, does he?" He mused.
Goten cracked up laughing even more, but no one else in the room could quite bring themselves to take in what they had just witnessed.
"Like a virgin…" Tristian continued to sing. He bounced near Bra. "Sing it with me!" he sang suddenly to her. "Touched for the very first time!"
Bra looked at him anxiously, before moodily pushing past him out of the room. They heard her run upstairs.
Tristian stopped with confusion. "Is it her time of the month or something?" he asked. Pan clipped him over the head and he rubbed it with confusion. "What did I say?" He whined.
Pan dragged him by the arm, pulling him out of the room. She turned to him. "Tristian… that song. It upset her."
Tristian blinked. Then laughed. "Why the hell would it? It's Madonna, old style! A classic!"
Pan glanced around quickly before continuing. "She's a virgin... and she hates anyone to know. She's really paranoid about it." She explained.
"Really?" Tristian asked with shock.
"Yes, it's a very sensitive issue for her…" Pan continued, not realising he was no longer listening.
"Woah…she's a virgin?" Tristian said with awe. "But she's hot."
Pan looked at him suspiciously. "Tristian…" She warned. "Besides… you've caused enough trouble already…"
Tristian grinned stupidly, looking the image of Goten. "Dad dared me. Anyway, the dude was so asking for it!" He laughed.
Pan frowned. "I'd lay low for a while if I were you…" She advised.
Tristian stopped laughing, staring at her curiously. "Can't anyone take a joke around here?" He huffed. With another secret amused giggle under his breath, he bounded upstairs to his own quarters too, deciding to leave the chaos he had created behind him.
__*__
"Dude, that was funny!" Yamacha grinned. "He so deserved that 50 bucks!"
Gohan looked skeptical. He gave a deep sigh. His nephew was so unpredictable!
The two males strode along the upper hallways of the Corp. They caught a glimpse of sea-green hair and burgundy dress fabric slip into a room down the hall.
Gohan's eyes widened. "Oh Dende… That's Tristian's room." He stuttered. "And Bra's just gone in there!"
Yamacha paused. "He's gonna do Bra?" he asked.
Gohan winced at Yamacha's blunt way of putting it. "That might be his intentions. Vegeta is going to kill him." He said worriedly.
Yamacha put his arm around the younger man's shoulders. "Relax! At least it's not your daughter." He said helpfully. Gohan gave him a strange look.
__*__
Tristian laid back on his bed relaxingly. He was wearing just his gi pants, having discarded his shirt. He was awoken just on the verge of sleep. He heard his door open then close again swiftly. He opened his eyes and looked up. He breathed in deeply. There, in the soft light in his room, stood a blue haired angel. Her burgundy dress perfectly matched the colour of her beautiful full lips, and her cheeks were flushed. Her hair was down, cascading down her back perfectly straight. He pushed himself to rest on his elbows.
"Bra... babe, what are you doing in here?" He asked. He wasn't expecting it as she climbed softly onto his bed, slowly crawling over to him. Neither said a word, both their eyes locked with each other's.
Bra straddled Tristian nervously. "Tristian… I want to lose my virginity to you." She confessed.
~Klara: hahaha! Evil cliffhanger…. *muffles insane evil laughter *~
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 20, 'Niceties'
"…Of course, the shares will provide a percentage of the Corp's profits. We're very interested in enabling our clients to be to able to own part of our success." Bulma said proudly. The women in suits following her nodded with business smiles. "As you can see as we leave the botanical gardens of the Corp, we are branched out into many different projects." Bulma led the women through to the main section of the Corp. "To your left, we have the training areas. That's where the fighters train for battles. We're stepping into the living area of the Corp now, and to your right…"
Bulma suddenly realised the women weren't even listening to her anymore. She glanced in the direction they all seemed to be gawping in. She gasped. There stood Tristian, shirtless and only in a pair of black jeans that were unbuttoned, showing the black satin boxers beneath. She frowned with despair. Tristian looked at his sudden audience with surprise, especially at the short-skirted business women with Bulma. Bulma grabbed Tristian's arm, pulling him away. She looked back at the women, flustered. "I'm sooo sorry!" She cried, dragging the half-naked Saiyan away.
She yanked him into the kitchen, throwing a shirt at him. "For Kami's sake! Put some clothes on!" She cried, leaping out of the room again. Gohan, Trunks, Goten and Bra were stood watching the scene with confusion. Tristian blinked at them, then shrugged. He buttoned up his jeans and began to put the shirt on.
"Now, where were we?" Bulma asked as she jogged back to her group.
"Who... who was he?" One of the investors gasped.
The other women nodded eagerly and vigorously. "Is he part of your Corporation?" Another demanded. The women looked at her with ravenous 'where do we sign?' faces.
Bulma caught her breath, thinking quickly. "…well... yes! Yes he is!" She shrieked. She grinned, and span around. "I'll be right back!" She ran off from the confused women.
Bulma leapt back into the kitchen, surprising everyone. She pulled the shirt right out of an astonished Tristian's hands. "Don't put that on!" She shrieked, scolding the highly confused Saiyan youth. She swiftly grabbed Tristian and pulled him right against her, skillfully yanking his jeans buttons open again. Once Tristian had got over his initial shock, he raised an eyebrow.
"Frisky, aren't we?" he mused. Bulma caught the gaze of his black eyes before she gave him a little affectionate clip over the head.
Gohan shifted his warning glare from Tristian to Bulma with a look of suspicion. "Are you exploiting my nephew?" he demanded of the sassy older woman.
She suddenly moved again, madly searching through a cupboard next to her. "Me? Exploiting? That's such a strong word…" She gave an unnatural little laugh that just made Gohan arch his eyebrow all the more. "'Presenting'! That's a nicer one!" She quipped as she pulled out a bottle of clear oil. She stood victorious. She glanced at the frisky young Saiyan male who was grinning cheekily. "…Besides, it's not like he's not enjoying this anyway." She muttered with amusement.
They watched as Tristian peered round the door down the hallway. He caught his breath and his body shivered excitedly. He turned back around, grinning so much his eyes were closed. Looking like a kid that was about to be let loose in a sweet shop. Bulma rustled the long strands of his fringe affectionately and received a throaty purr in response.
Bulma suddenly let out an 'Eeep!'. "I have to get back to my clients! Oil him up for me, would ya honey?" She yelped at Bra, shoving the bottle into her hands. She ran out of the door again.
Everyone in the room took a few moments to register what had just happened. "Oil... him...up?" Bra stuttered, looking at the oil in her hand. Her eyes widened. "MOTHER! This is not cooking oil! What's it doing in here????"
Tristian grinned sexily. "Ok…grease me up babe." he purred. He saw Trunks throw him the darkest look out the corner of his eye.
Bra poured a little oil in her hands, and hesitated, before she put her hands on his chest. She was aware of Trunks, Gohan and Goten watching her, and she blushed furiously. She gently began to rub it all over his front in long strokes, then began to massage it in. She began to get a feel of what she was doing. His skin was firm and smooth, now beginning to glisten from the oil. Bra found herself in deep concentration, feeling how rock solid the muscle was underneath his soft skin. She knew Vegeta and Trunks were the same... but they were her family. This was… different. Touching another Saiyan male like this was sensual.
She shyly glanced at his face, and was surprised to see his eyes closed. His eyebrows were furrowed softly, and he began gently purring. She was fascinated, for reasons she couldn't explain, watching him so content and so blissful. His purring turned into soft moans, and Bra shivered. She was causing him so much pleasure…? His moans were… animal-like. They awoke something deep inside her. Something that yearned to answer his call, some dark instinct. His moans became louder, and he gently tilted back his head as Bra rubbed the oil further down his abdomen… lower… lower…
"That's enough!" Trunks suddenly barked. His eyes were clouded with anger as he saw how Tristian reacted to his naïve sister's touches.
"What's going on here?" Cadell demanded as he seemed to appear from nowhere.
Bulma leapt into the kitchen at the same time. "Quick! Go loiter!" She said breathlessly to Tristian. Cadell looked confused. But all he knew was he felt a deep pang of fear as Bulma' cunning blue eyes suddenly snapped to meet his. "You too! Oh... but take off your shirt first…"
Cadell looked at Tristian, and the oil in Bra's hands. "What's going on here?" He repeated.
Tristian grinned. "We're being exploited!" He announced cheerfully. His cheeks were flushed, and his body was still trembling lightly.
"I'm having no part in this!" Cadell yelped as Bulma sprang on her grandson, tugging his shirt off and pushing the warrior out after Tristian. She followed them, holding both their arms tightly. The businesswomen caught their breath.
"Ladies, this is my…" She paused, glancing at Cadell. "…son, and his associate. They are part of an exciting 'project' Capsule is conducting currently."
"Hi…" Cadell said awkwardly, slightly unnerved by the ravenous looking females. He watched as his younger brother scanned the females selectively, before pausing on a petite brunette. He recognized the smirk that slowly spread on his lips. Tristian stepped forward, taking the young woman's hand. He raised it to his lips classically.
"Hello beautiful… I'm Tristian." He murmured softly.
The woman giggled shyly, receiving death glares from the other women. She turned to Bulma, and blurted the all-important anticipated words. "WheredoIsign???"
Bulma grinned as the other women scrambled to get part of the deal. Tristian hovered closely as the brunette signed the papers. She stood up, and Tristian 'accidentally' stood in the way so she barreled into his firm chest. "Oh, I'm sorry…" he slurred, making sure he caught her olive green eyes in his dark gaze. He suddenly snapped them up to Bulma. "What do you say I show this special investor around some more?" He proposed.
Bulma eyed him suspiciously. "That's a good idea." She smiled. Tristian slid his arm discreetly around her waist, leading her away.
"And I'm sure he'll show her the whole package…" Trunks said sarkily from the wide gap left in the kitchen door. "Doesn't he ever quit?"
Gohan and Goten didn't respond. Bra watched him too, leading the beautiful woman deeper into the Corp. His hand was low on her waist, suggestively. And as he talked, his lips brushed her ear.
_*_
Rayne screamed as she bolted up in bed. She carried on screaming hysterically, until everyone ran into the room, all disheveled and in their pajamas. The moonlight shone eerily through the window, highlighting Rayne's shivering form. The wind blew through the open window, and the curtains billowed in shimmering arcs into the room. Everyone staying at the Corp apart from Vegeta edged worriedly into the darkened room. Bulma turned on a soft light as she padded in wrapped in her dressing gown and dainty slippers.
"What's going on?" Trunks cried sleepily.
Rayne was sat up on her knees on the bed, her shaking hands covering her face. Eira appeared in the doorway, wearing a white vest top and small white pajama shorts. Arienne was behind her, dressed in her knee length T-shirt. Both girls didn't hesitate, as they ran into the room. Both climbed on the bed, Eira hugging Rayne in her arms, gently rocking her, while Arienne put her arms around both of them, gently stroking Rayne's hair reassuringly.
Goten moved forward. "What's wrong…?" He asked. Rayne cowered in fear, still shaken up from her nightmare.
Cadell paused. "Out!" He barked with authority. "Everyone out, NOW!"
Everyone looked confused. Rhiamon aided Cadell in herding them all out. Tristian was the only youth missing.
The gang were confused and worried to find themselves being kept on the other side of the door, only the soft sounds of sobbing heard from the other side.
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"Bra? Earth to Bra!"
Bra jumped, feeling the wind breezing through her hair. Marron indicated, turning the car onto the freeway. Bra nervously smiled, taking more attention of her two friends in the car with her. Pan leaned forward from the backseat.
"What were you daydreaming about?" She asked cheekily. She waggled her finger knowingly. "A guy, right?"
Bra blushed, but composed her Vegeta-esque face. "Why would I be pining over a male of the species?" She let out an unnatural laugh.
"'Pining'? Interesting choice of word." Marron purred. She kept her eye on the road, but watched Bra's face through the front mirror with a smirk.
Pan leaned her head on Bra's seat. "Who?" She asked simply, employing puppy dog eyes for the occasion.
Bra edged nervously. She hadn't meant to say pining! And how could she tell Pan that she was having fantasies about her son? She sighed, leaning her face in her hand. She blew an annoying strand of sea green hair from her face.
~* "That one looks great!" Marron cried. "Bra, buy it!"
Bra looked down at herself in the burgundy dress. It had spaghetti straps, and stopped mid-thigh, a slinky slit showing more of her left leg too. She had on matching burgundy shoes with glass beading, and criss-crossed laces crossed around her legs.
"When are we going for something to eat?" Pan complained. "Bra, just buy the dress, it looks ok."
Bra stifled a giggle, lightening her mood. 'Ok' meant it looked good. Pan hated clothes shopping! Bra spun one more time in front of the mirror, deciding the dress really did flatter her. She reached for her bag and pulled out a credit card. "I can put it on daddy's card…" She smirked.
Marron laughed with her friend. But then suddenly stopped. "…Rhiamon?" Bra and Pan watched as Marron hurried out of the shop. They saw her stop Rhiamon outside the window. They couldn't hear what the demi-Saiyan male and their friend were talking about, but it looked sweet. Rhiamon smiled, and gently brushed his lips against Marron's. Marron let go of his hand, and rushed back inside, only to meet her already grinning friends. "Guys... I'm sorry…but I'm going to go for a drive with Rhiamon." She apologised worriedly.
Bra grinned. "Will I be getting a daughter in law soon?" She joked. "We don't mind! …As long as I'm chief bridesmaid."
Marron blushed hotly. "Marriage? Bra!!!!" She snapped. "We're going for a drive, that's all!"
Pan sniggered. "We'll take Bra's aircar back." She said. "Have fun…"
Marron rejoined Rhiamon outside, and Pan followed Bra as she went to take the dress back off to pay for it. She leaned on the wall outside the cubicle. "Just think... if none of this had happened, Marron wouldn't have met Rhiamon. 'Cos... he wouldn't have even existed." She mused.
"Yeah... I guess. But imagine if it did happen again. Pan…!" Bra sighed loudly instead of finishing her sentence. "Sleeping with.. I mean, with Goten, Gohan.... I love the kids... I really do. It's so hard to be able to decide if it would be better if they had never been."
Pan frowned. "Deciding whether their existence is worth the pain we went through in the future?" She said. "Damn! I hate that's its so complicated."
"But… now they're here, and if we stop this, they'll still be here!" Bra suddenly chirped cheerfully. "We never have to decide between it, because they'll exist in the old timeline, even if this timeline changes!" She exclaimed happily. She opened the cubicle, dressed in her clothes again, her eyes shining happily. "We'll have created a whole new timeline!"
Pan gave a smile. "I think you're right." She said. "All we need to do is stop these forces that are coming."
Bra smiled a smug victory grin. "I know I am!"
Pan and Bra turned to glare at a small crowd of bystanders, hooked on their strange conversation. "Hey! We're not a sideshow!" Pan cried angrily. Whether it was something in the young demi-Saiyan's voice, or the murderous look in her black eyes, either way, the people fled. Pan allowed a smirk to match her friends.
Bra strode to the counter, handing over the credit card to the cashier. As it was sold and bagged for her, a thoughtful look crossed her face. Pan noticed, and watched intently. "I did look… grown up in that, didn't I? You know, sophisticated and sexy?"
Pan paused. "Of course you did! I don't know much about clothes, but that certainly made you look older and did wonders for you!" She reassured her. "…how come you're so bothered? 'Sexy'? 'Sophisticated?'"
Bra flushed. Pan skidded to a halt. She held her arms in Bra's path. "There's something you're not telling me!" She accused her sea-green haired friend. "Spill it!"
"I… just like someone, ok?" Bra snapped, pushing past Pan. Pan was filled with curiosity. She frowned determinedly, before following her friend back to the aircar lot.
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"Mom... we're home!" Bra called out through the Corp. Both girls stepped inside and Bra put down her shopping bags as she ventured further in.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! That bloody stings!!!!!"
The scream ran through the Corp, startling all within hearing distance. "It's only antiseptic!"
Loud cursing was heard, followed by a door opening. Tristian strode down the hallway, topless with a grimace on his face. Bulma appeared from the room behind him, cotton wool in her hands and a lotion bottle. She padded after him, giggling softly. Tristian stopped just short of the living rooms where Gohan, Goten and Trunks were congregated. Bra and Pan also joined them.
"Damn! That bitch scratches deep." Tristian complained. "I bet she's left scars!" He flexed his back muscles with irritation.
Bulma gave a snort of laughter. "She's very proud of those nails." She giggled.
Tristian growled. "Well they damn hurt!" He roared. He frowned, before sighing. "I guess it was sexy... in a painful way." He smirked.
Gohan looked up from his coffee, the evening sunlight glinting on his glasses. "The investor?" He asked. Bulma nodded.
Tristian began wildly muttering again. She looked over at him. "Honey, can you put a nice shirt on? I've asked everyone round for drinks." She asked.
"Yeah, sure." He answered.
"I'll let the girls know too. They're training, aren't they?" Bulma asked. "Hmm... I'll send them a message." She lifted a small device out from her pocket. She flipped the dial up, and it revealed a small screen. She typed a code into a little keypad, and the device began to ring, like a cell phone. The picture began to clear, and a clear image suddenly burst through. It was Arienne.
"Hey Bulma." The dark haired girl said. "What's up?" She wiped her brow with her sweatband as she talked.
"Listen, I'm having the guys around for drinks and something to eat. When you two have finished training, why don't you shower and come down to the main area of the Corp…"
As Bulma talked to Arienne, Gohan approached Tristian. "I think we need to talk…" he said. His face was solemn.
Tristian looked curious. "What about?" Gohan didn't answer him, so he followed as his uncle led him to a deserted room of the Corp. It turned out to be a botanical area, and the ceiling was littered with a rainforest foliage. "Woah... what is this place?" Tristian murmured. "Crazy…"
Gohan stopped, turning to face the youth. "Tristian... since you've been here. You've had quite a few relations with a lot of women…" he began.
Tristian's face suddenly became serious. "You're... kidding me?"
Gohan was taken back. He hadn't expected this response.
"You're trying to pep talk me?" Tristian cried. "Since when are my 'relations' your business?"
"You have no respect for women!" Gohan snapped. "Not when you treat them so carelessly after you get what you want!"
Tristian glared silently. "You have no right to lecture me…" he said through gritted teeth. "This discussion is over." He snarled, striding out.
Gohan stood silently. He… he had expected Tristian to be more…defensive He was far too calm, accepting, however annoyed he had seemed just then.
~*Meanwhile, Pan elbowed Bra in the ribs gently. "Bra, a get together! You can wear your dress! The perfect excuse!"
Bra nodded. She sighed deeply. Would it work as well as she hoped…?
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Marron snuggled into Rhiamon's' chest.
"So... are you guys a couple now?" Pan asked excitedly.
Marron grinned, and Rhiamon gave a shy smirk. Bra slunk into the room. "Don't go giving me grandkids just yet." She laughed softly. The others turned to look at her. She was wearing the burgundy dress, and she paused in it. She shyly looked from the other's glances to meet a particular set of dark eyes. She shivered almost as she saw his eyes trail up her body with an interest. She blushed as his eyes locked with hers, and he gave her a subtle wink.
"Honey... that dress looks nice." Bulma cooed as Bra sat down next to Pan.
"This is kinda boring." Goten commented. The room went silent, drinks deathly still in their hands. "I'm just saying we could do... something fun?" He cried defensively. His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Don't you have a karoke system in here Bulma?" he mused. There was an excited murmur of agreement.
"That would be different!" Videl said cheerfully. "I can sing my favorite Celine Dion song!" (AN: >.<)
Krillen helped Bulma get the system set up, and before long, a lot of the Z gang had chances to show off their musical abilities... or lack of.
Bulma took the microphone back off Yamacha after his attempted A1 boyband impression. (AN hehe.. it suits him *evil laughter *)
"Tristian, do you want to sing?" She asked, holding the microphone out. The same glint went through Tristian's eyes. He slowly got up, walking to the front of the room as Bulma sat down. He had a quick flick through the music, before seeming to find what he was looking for.
Trunks leaned against the wall with a frown. "Here comes another display of male chauvinism…" he muttered.
Tristian stood back up. He took the microphone, flexing his shoulders as the music started.
"I made it through the wilderness... somehow I made it through.. 'Didn't know how lost I was, until I found you…."
Everyone in the room froze, beads of sweat falling down their foreheads.
Tristian sang soulfully, but with definite amusement in his voice. "I was beat, incomplete… (I'd been had), I was sad and blueeeeee, but you made me feel, yeah…" Tristian rolled his lower body, trailing his hand down his chest. "You made me feel... shiny and new…" He sang sexily, his eyes gleaming. "Like a virgin! Hey! Touched for the very first time…" He spun around, sliding down the doorframe sensually.
Then he was next to Trunks. Tristian moved closer, pressing against Trunks' front with his back. Trunks' eyes were wide and terrified. Tristian slid down and back up Trunks' firm body teasingly. The he suddenly span so his front was now pressed against him.
"Like a v…i...r...g...i...n… when your heart beats…" Tristian kept eye contact as he slid down Trunks, his hand trailing down Trunks' finely sculptured abs. Everyone else in the room watched with disbelief and shock at the scene.
Tristian slid back up, but his hand continued downwards. Tristian's hand stopped abruptly above Trunks' crotch teasingly. He felt the tremors of anticipation and lust run through Trunks. Tristian brushed his lips against Trunks' ear. "Next to mine…." He finished the song sensually. He held him by his waist as the waves of pleasure came over Trunks, Trunks unable to stop it. His body shook and he tried to catch his breath again. Tristian moved away with a laugh. Trunks, still trembling, began to blush and cover his lower area. He suddenly dashed from the room, horrified and embarrassed.
Everyone else were struck dumb, unable to speak. Tristian turned to Goten with a grin. "Ok, Mr. Straight rose to the occasion… with an added extra. Pay up! That 50 bucks is so mine!" He laughed.
Goten couldn't hardly breath from laughing so hard. He dug in his back pocket for his wallet and handed his son a 50 note. "Dude… that was classic!"
Tristian pocketed the note, pleased with himself. "He doesn't hold out very long, does he?" He mused.
Goten cracked up laughing even more, but no one else in the room could quite bring themselves to take in what they had just witnessed.
"Like a virgin…" Tristian continued to sing. He bounced near Bra. "Sing it with me!" he sang suddenly to her. "Touched for the very first time!"
Bra looked at him anxiously, before moodily pushing past him out of the room. They heard her run upstairs.
Tristian stopped with confusion. "Is it her time of the month or something?" he asked. Pan clipped him over the head and he rubbed it with confusion. "What did I say?" He whined.
Pan dragged him by the arm, pulling him out of the room. She turned to him. "Tristian… that song. It upset her."
Tristian blinked. Then laughed. "Why the hell would it? It's Madonna, old style! A classic!"
Pan glanced around quickly before continuing. "She's a virgin... and she hates anyone to know. She's really paranoid about it." She explained.
"Really?" Tristian asked with shock.
"Yes, it's a very sensitive issue for her…" Pan continued, not realising he was no longer listening.
"Woah…she's a virgin?" Tristian said with awe. "But she's hot."
Pan looked at him suspiciously. "Tristian…" She warned. "Besides… you've caused enough trouble already…"
Tristian grinned stupidly, looking the image of Goten. "Dad dared me. Anyway, the dude was so asking for it!" He laughed.
Pan frowned. "I'd lay low for a while if I were you…" She advised.
Tristian stopped laughing, staring at her curiously. "Can't anyone take a joke around here?" He huffed. With another secret amused giggle under his breath, he bounded upstairs to his own quarters too, deciding to leave the chaos he had created behind him.
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"Dude, that was funny!" Yamacha grinned. "He so deserved that 50 bucks!"
Gohan looked skeptical. He gave a deep sigh. His nephew was so unpredictable!
The two males strode along the upper hallways of the Corp. They caught a glimpse of sea-green hair and burgundy dress fabric slip into a room down the hall.
Gohan's eyes widened. "Oh Dende… That's Tristian's room." He stuttered. "And Bra's just gone in there!"
Yamacha paused. "He's gonna do Bra?" he asked.
Gohan winced at Yamacha's blunt way of putting it. "That might be his intentions. Vegeta is going to kill him." He said worriedly.
Yamacha put his arm around the younger man's shoulders. "Relax! At least it's not your daughter." He said helpfully. Gohan gave him a strange look.
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Tristian laid back on his bed relaxingly. He was wearing just his gi pants, having discarded his shirt. He was awoken just on the verge of sleep. He heard his door open then close again swiftly. He opened his eyes and looked up. He breathed in deeply. There, in the soft light in his room, stood a blue haired angel. Her burgundy dress perfectly matched the colour of her beautiful full lips, and her cheeks were flushed. Her hair was down, cascading down her back perfectly straight. He pushed himself to rest on his elbows.
"Bra... babe, what are you doing in here?" He asked. He wasn't expecting it as she climbed softly onto his bed, slowly crawling over to him. Neither said a word, both their eyes locked with each other's.
Bra straddled Tristian nervously. "Tristian… I want to lose my virginity to you." She confessed.
~Klara: hahaha! Evil cliffhanger…. *muffles insane evil laughter *~