Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ ...The Future Creates The Past ( Chapter 26 )
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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: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.2K | 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: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 26, '...The Future Creates The Past'
Pan flickered her eyes open. She adjusted to the dim light, still dark. She was aware of the soft duvet cover over her naked body. She was disorientated, but she knew right away where she was.
…She was in Goten's bed.
She looked a little higher than her eye level, and saw Goten's face lying next to hers. His black eyes were closed, his face completely relaxed. His chest moved slowly and deeply as he softly breathed. Pan furrowed her eyebrows. He looked so innocent while he slept.
Why wasn't she panicking? She knew she should be. She searched desperately inside herself for some sort of alarm, anything to tell her to get out of there, fast. Instead, she felt void, calm. So many times she had gazed at his face with love, but never like this. It was confusing, frustrating… All her life he had been there, protecting her. Laughing, rubbing her hair with his hand. Him talking to her father, the love between the two brothers always so strong and peaceful. Now he was lying next to her as a lover. He had made love to her, like she had imagined he did with his other girlfriends. The inaccessible side to him she'd never seen before. The taboo subject kept away from his conversations with his niece. That made her feel so much like she didn't belong here. A lover…? Could it ever work? She looked at his sleeping face softly. He was innocent, kind hearted. This wasn't him. Had she tempted such a good soul into such sin? Had she... damned him?
She had no idea she possessed so much power. It only seemed mere minutes ago she had still been a child among her family and friends. This wasn't their damned future, but they had already changed to suit it.
"Pan…?"
Goten had awoken. Pan flickered to meet his startled gaze. He lay motionless beside her, their eye contact not wavering. He scrambled up to a sitting position, holding the flailing covers over his modesty. He felt nervous and wrong to be naked in Pan's presence. He warily glanced at Pan's body, before tearing his eyes away with self-disgust. "What have I done…?"
His voice was shaking.
There was a heavy silence as he ran his hand slowly and roughly through his hair, pausing to almost hide behind it. Pan reached a hand to comfort him, but he sharply slapped it away. He lifted his head, his expression even more confused and devastated.
"…I fucked you."
Pan's eyes widened. She composed her voice as much as she could. "You made love to me." She corrected him shakily.
Goten paused. "Love? This had nothing to do with love. It was a fuck." He snapped. "Love is when I'm with a woman I care deeply for."
"Goten! Don't do this!" Pan cried. She knelt forward in the bed. "You care for me... I know you do."
"I care for you as a niece, Pan." Goten said darkly, his face frowning. "You're my niece! Do you expect me to think of you as a woman I could love?"
"I don't…" Pan stuttered. She slowly clenched a fist, her anger stirring in her small body. She had always known Goten as her protector. She had never seen this side of him. But it was different now she was here in his bed. He was treating her like a casual fuck. She could hardly believe this of him. Did he and Trunks use women like this? Not Goten... not her Goten…
"Damn it Pan! I'm your uncle! Don't you get it? You shouldn't be here! This shouldn't have happened! You have no right to be in my bed like this!" Goten yelled. He clenched his fist like Pan's, before releasing it with devastation. "and I had no right to do this to you…"
Pan reached a trembling hand for her discarded nightie, pulling it over her head. She slid out of the bed, running to the door. She paused at the doorway, not looking back.
"...Why didn't you stop me Pan?"
Pan didn't look back to see his black eyes, no longer with anger in them. "I'm sorry…" She murmured as she ran from the room and down the hallway. She didn't see as the edges of Goten's eyes glistened with moisture. He looked down at the empty side of the bed, frowning through his unshed tears.
His hands clenched the duvet covers tightly. "Pan-chan…"
_*_
"So this woman is dangerous then?" Gohan asked. "This isn't good…" He murmured, as he took off his glasses he massaged the corner of his eyes.
The profile screen had brought up profiles of officers in charge of the Black Flowers army. Rhiamon, Tristian, Arienne, Gohan, Cadell and Rayne and a couple of others studied them carefully.
A grin appeared on Tristian and Rhiamon's faces at this latest profile. Arienne looked at them suspiciously. "That's right!" She said loudly with realisation. "She hired you two as escorts for the general's evening ball!"
Gohan looked up. "You've been close to her then?" he asked. His voice sounded a bit more hopeful. "Did you hear anything? Did she say anything in front of you?"
Arienne began to laugh. "When I said escorts, I didn't mean just to attend a party with her!" She corrected him.
Gohan still looked confused.
Rhiamon sighed. "We're male escorts." He said seriously. Gohan stared at his son, and his eye twitched.
"You don't mean…?" He gulped.
"We were employed for her own personal requirements." Tristian smirked.
Rhiamon coughed in interruption, hoping to at least regain some sort of moral ground. "High commanding female officers, find relationships risky, as there are few people to be trusted, even if it is a lover. Because of this risk, it is popular to simply hire a male as an escort, for those... needs." He said, adding an almost rational scientific edge to it.
"And she wanted the best in the business, naturally." Tristian added, nearly ruining Rhiamon's whole speech.
Yamcha was speechless as the rest of them, but a look of awe crept up onto his face. "Dude, you mean you get paid to sleep with women? How cool!" He high-fived the grinning teenager.
Trunks looked edgy and surprised. His eyes glanced at Cadell, stood with his arms folded just like Vegeta. Maybe it had skipped a generation…? He mused. His main trail of thoughts over took again. Cadell caught his gaze unexpectedly, and he snorted.
"I am not in that… 'trade'." he huffed.
Rayne slapped him heartily on the back. "Cadell has too many moral values, haven't you honey?" She joked.
Cadell didn't dignify her with an answer.
From the back of the room. Marron backed away slowly, then suddenly fled. Rhiamon looked surprised, then realisation crossed his features. "Marron!" he called, running after her.
Tristian looked with faint interest. "She has got to stop eavesdropping then freaking out…" he muttered.
Rhiamon caught up with his girlfriend, and grabbed her wrist, turning her around. "Marron. Listen…"
"Listen to what? You announce in front of everyone like that that you sleep with women for money?" She demanded. He could see the hurt in her eyes.
"That's in my past… I had to say it, to help Gohan." He explained. "Marron… I'm sorry I can't be perfect for you… If you want me, you'll have to accept all my past, and all that I've done…"
Marron held his gaze for a few soft moments. "I…I can't." She said simply. Rhiamon felt as though she had stabbed a knife straight through him. "I can't accept it... not yet. I'm sorry."
Rhiamon looked at her pleadingly. "Just like that? We're finished?" he said desperately.
Marron nodded sadly, stroking her hand along his cheek, seeing the pain in his eyes. "See ya…" She said, her voice trembling as she turned and walked away from him.
_*_
Rhiamon walked dejectedly back through the Corp.
"Rhiamon?" Cadell walked up behind him, his face concerned. "What's happened?" He enquired.
"Nothing." Rhiamon huffed. "Listen, just leave me, ok?"
Cadell frowned. "Not that easily. It's something to do with Marron, isn't it?"
Rhiamon paused in his stride. "She can't handle my past. There's nothing more to say." He snapped. "But hey, who would want to take all the crap we bring?"
Cadell stopped in front of his brother. His face was dark. "Listen, we're not perfect. But we're worth something now. We're fighting for different reasons now. And that's reason enough to hold on."
Rhiamon looked into the blue eyes. "I keep hurting her, Cadell." He snapped. He looked away. "She deserves better than this."
Cadell's face softened. "Don't stop fighting." He murmured. "Never stop fighting for what you love."
Rhiamon looked up, but Cadell was already striding back down the corridor. He watched him disappear, before walking back into the control room. Within seconds of his return, two others appeared behind him, stopping questions from being thrown at him.
The two newcomers were Rayne and Eira. They were dressed casually, with their hair tousled sexily. They had several bags thrown over their shoulders, and they grinned sheepishly.
"…Victoria's secret was having a sale..." Rayne explained cheekily. She winked at the stunned audience.
Tristian immediately perked up. "I wanna see!" he cried.
Rayne chuckled sexily. "If you're good…" She teased. Gohan fell back in his chair with exasperation.
"If he's good…" Came a voice. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Don't concern yourself Kakkorrot." Vegeta snapped. Goku frowned a little at the prince. Obviously Vegeta did not know that he knew what he had done to his granddaughter. Goku glanced at his eldest son. Gohan didn't need any more stress right now…
Goku shrugged to relax his shoulders a little. He was getting to tense. He glanced around the room. He was suspicious of maybe another new event. From all his time in the other world, he was particularly sensitive in 'feeling' events. He put it to the back of his mind until he could be more certain. He tightened his Gi belt, about to ask his son to spar. He quickly scanned for Goten's location, but sensed he wasn't really near. Anyway, Gohan was here for now. He could challenge his other child later. "Gohan! Come spar with me! It'll loosen you up." He announced. He watched Gohan throw him a distressed glare.
"Not now Dad!" He sighed. "We've got other things to do right now." In his stress, he hadn't meant to snap the way he did. But he didn't notice Goku's dejected expression. It was tradition to train with his sons. He valued the time they shared together when they fought, it was good for bonding.
"…I'll fight with you… Dad."
Goku raised his eyes to meet the blue green feminine eyes of his daughter. Rayne… His daughter. She stepped forward, putting her bags down at Eira's feet. "I'll show you what I can do. I'll be a good spar... honest." She continued.
Goku found the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Of course... he could see how his daughter fought! It would be exciting. "Sure!" He agreed. He saw the grin appear on Rayne's face. "Let's go!" he said eagerly.
"Dad... I can't fight like this." Rayne laughed. "I'm in my shopping clothes! Let me change into my Gi. I'll be back soon!" She jogged out and down the hallways to change.
"It means a lot to her." Cadell smiled once she was out of hearing range. Goku turned to his grandson with a smile.
"What have we found out so far?" Enquired the full-blooded Saiyan.
"Our children's mating habits more than anything it seems." Vegeta growled in answer.
Goku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh… that's all, huh?"
"Some people around here aren't getting any." Tristian huffed. "That's what I think. Especially Grandpa Goku. Sheesh, I bet Chi-Chi doesn't put out often, huh?" He shuddered with the thought. "Ewww…"
"Tristian!" Gohan roared. Tristian seemed like he had just realised the error of his words, and made a sharp exit. "Gotta run!" he yelled as he dashed.
Yamcha frowned. He leant over the chair over Gohan's shoulder. "Gohan, man, you know he's not your son. You don't have to keep on his heels, man. Leave that to Goten."
"Goten's no better!" The demi-Saiyan snapped of his younger brother. "Am I the only one in this family that doesn't sleep around?"
Vegeta began to chuckle, that quickly turned to loud laughter. "The boy was right! When was the last time you got laid?" He roared with amusement.
Gohan glared darkly at the prince. "At least I'm still with my wife." He huffed. "That says more about my situation, don't you think?
A look of contemplation crossed Vegeta's face, and he looked almost like he was about to speak. Goku even looked at him with suspicion. Vegeta had enough to say... and even more that Goku didn't know...
He ignored the baka stares of the other Saiyans. He searched the Corp quickly with his senses. The two ki's he had been particularly searching for had recently separated. The baka eldest son of Kakkorrot was stressed now? He let the smirk form on his lips. He hadn't even begun to feel stress… But at the same time, the Prince almost respected Gohan. In fact, he did. And now he had slept with the demi Saiyan's daughter. But now Gohan's own younger brother had also ventured into the same forbidden territory.
…When had Kakkorrot's granddaughter become so appealing to men? All that was left was Trunks to show an interest in the girl. Which wasn't likely. Vegeta knew his son though of her as a sister almost. Vegeta gave a dismissive snort. The girl had not even fully matured. Yet why could he not get the image of her out of his head? Her writhing form… the way her lips pursed as he gave her the orgasm that made her smaller body shudder. Vegeta knew he had been the first male to mate with her. Exactly as it had been in the other dimension from where the youths came. It had meant to be. He was sure of it. …He could also still feel her uncle's hands around his throat. Vegeta hadn't expected himself to go so far as to try to force himself on the brat. Even though... the baby was gone… Goten had every right to act the way he did, he was protecting Pan's honor.
"Dad… I'm ready."
Rayne appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in the same orange gi of the Son family. She blushed at the stares. "I had it made... I... I used to fight in your colours sometimes. Just to feel closer." She admitted softly.
Goku responded with a warm grin. "Let's go!"
_*_
Tristian: wow… no cliffhanger... weird…
Cadell: *blinks * She's gone soft. Is she even awake? *waves hands in front of Klara's face *.
Rayne: Ahh…shes's playing on her new guitar!
Klara *looks up and grins * It has a leopard print shoulder strap!!
Tristian: She flirted with the guy behind the counter to get that strap at a discount…
Arienne: *grins * Klara's a hentai…
Klara: *lip trembled innocently * I'm not a hentai!
Cadell: *points to readers * You expect them to believe you after the lemons so far in this fic?
Tristian: *crosses arms in a huff * I haven't been in a good lemon yet… *grumbles *
Klara: *slow forming mischievous grin. Starts rubbing hands together maniacally. *
Rayne: *rolls eyes. * Honey... you're not helping the hentai status…
Tristian: *leaps into the air with a wide grin * my creator is hentai! There is a Dende! *pauses to grin more at Klara's plotting stare *
_*_
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 26, '...The Future Creates The Past'
Pan flickered her eyes open. She adjusted to the dim light, still dark. She was aware of the soft duvet cover over her naked body. She was disorientated, but she knew right away where she was.
…She was in Goten's bed.
She looked a little higher than her eye level, and saw Goten's face lying next to hers. His black eyes were closed, his face completely relaxed. His chest moved slowly and deeply as he softly breathed. Pan furrowed her eyebrows. He looked so innocent while he slept.
Why wasn't she panicking? She knew she should be. She searched desperately inside herself for some sort of alarm, anything to tell her to get out of there, fast. Instead, she felt void, calm. So many times she had gazed at his face with love, but never like this. It was confusing, frustrating… All her life he had been there, protecting her. Laughing, rubbing her hair with his hand. Him talking to her father, the love between the two brothers always so strong and peaceful. Now he was lying next to her as a lover. He had made love to her, like she had imagined he did with his other girlfriends. The inaccessible side to him she'd never seen before. The taboo subject kept away from his conversations with his niece. That made her feel so much like she didn't belong here. A lover…? Could it ever work? She looked at his sleeping face softly. He was innocent, kind hearted. This wasn't him. Had she tempted such a good soul into such sin? Had she... damned him?
She had no idea she possessed so much power. It only seemed mere minutes ago she had still been a child among her family and friends. This wasn't their damned future, but they had already changed to suit it.
"Pan…?"
Goten had awoken. Pan flickered to meet his startled gaze. He lay motionless beside her, their eye contact not wavering. He scrambled up to a sitting position, holding the flailing covers over his modesty. He felt nervous and wrong to be naked in Pan's presence. He warily glanced at Pan's body, before tearing his eyes away with self-disgust. "What have I done…?"
His voice was shaking.
There was a heavy silence as he ran his hand slowly and roughly through his hair, pausing to almost hide behind it. Pan reached a hand to comfort him, but he sharply slapped it away. He lifted his head, his expression even more confused and devastated.
"…I fucked you."
Pan's eyes widened. She composed her voice as much as she could. "You made love to me." She corrected him shakily.
Goten paused. "Love? This had nothing to do with love. It was a fuck." He snapped. "Love is when I'm with a woman I care deeply for."
"Goten! Don't do this!" Pan cried. She knelt forward in the bed. "You care for me... I know you do."
"I care for you as a niece, Pan." Goten said darkly, his face frowning. "You're my niece! Do you expect me to think of you as a woman I could love?"
"I don't…" Pan stuttered. She slowly clenched a fist, her anger stirring in her small body. She had always known Goten as her protector. She had never seen this side of him. But it was different now she was here in his bed. He was treating her like a casual fuck. She could hardly believe this of him. Did he and Trunks use women like this? Not Goten... not her Goten…
"Damn it Pan! I'm your uncle! Don't you get it? You shouldn't be here! This shouldn't have happened! You have no right to be in my bed like this!" Goten yelled. He clenched his fist like Pan's, before releasing it with devastation. "and I had no right to do this to you…"
Pan reached a trembling hand for her discarded nightie, pulling it over her head. She slid out of the bed, running to the door. She paused at the doorway, not looking back.
"...Why didn't you stop me Pan?"
Pan didn't look back to see his black eyes, no longer with anger in them. "I'm sorry…" She murmured as she ran from the room and down the hallway. She didn't see as the edges of Goten's eyes glistened with moisture. He looked down at the empty side of the bed, frowning through his unshed tears.
His hands clenched the duvet covers tightly. "Pan-chan…"
_*_
"So this woman is dangerous then?" Gohan asked. "This isn't good…" He murmured, as he took off his glasses he massaged the corner of his eyes.
The profile screen had brought up profiles of officers in charge of the Black Flowers army. Rhiamon, Tristian, Arienne, Gohan, Cadell and Rayne and a couple of others studied them carefully.
A grin appeared on Tristian and Rhiamon's faces at this latest profile. Arienne looked at them suspiciously. "That's right!" She said loudly with realisation. "She hired you two as escorts for the general's evening ball!"
Gohan looked up. "You've been close to her then?" he asked. His voice sounded a bit more hopeful. "Did you hear anything? Did she say anything in front of you?"
Arienne began to laugh. "When I said escorts, I didn't mean just to attend a party with her!" She corrected him.
Gohan still looked confused.
Rhiamon sighed. "We're male escorts." He said seriously. Gohan stared at his son, and his eye twitched.
"You don't mean…?" He gulped.
"We were employed for her own personal requirements." Tristian smirked.
Rhiamon coughed in interruption, hoping to at least regain some sort of moral ground. "High commanding female officers, find relationships risky, as there are few people to be trusted, even if it is a lover. Because of this risk, it is popular to simply hire a male as an escort, for those... needs." He said, adding an almost rational scientific edge to it.
"And she wanted the best in the business, naturally." Tristian added, nearly ruining Rhiamon's whole speech.
Yamcha was speechless as the rest of them, but a look of awe crept up onto his face. "Dude, you mean you get paid to sleep with women? How cool!" He high-fived the grinning teenager.
Trunks looked edgy and surprised. His eyes glanced at Cadell, stood with his arms folded just like Vegeta. Maybe it had skipped a generation…? He mused. His main trail of thoughts over took again. Cadell caught his gaze unexpectedly, and he snorted.
"I am not in that… 'trade'." he huffed.
Rayne slapped him heartily on the back. "Cadell has too many moral values, haven't you honey?" She joked.
Cadell didn't dignify her with an answer.
From the back of the room. Marron backed away slowly, then suddenly fled. Rhiamon looked surprised, then realisation crossed his features. "Marron!" he called, running after her.
Tristian looked with faint interest. "She has got to stop eavesdropping then freaking out…" he muttered.
Rhiamon caught up with his girlfriend, and grabbed her wrist, turning her around. "Marron. Listen…"
"Listen to what? You announce in front of everyone like that that you sleep with women for money?" She demanded. He could see the hurt in her eyes.
"That's in my past… I had to say it, to help Gohan." He explained. "Marron… I'm sorry I can't be perfect for you… If you want me, you'll have to accept all my past, and all that I've done…"
Marron held his gaze for a few soft moments. "I…I can't." She said simply. Rhiamon felt as though she had stabbed a knife straight through him. "I can't accept it... not yet. I'm sorry."
Rhiamon looked at her pleadingly. "Just like that? We're finished?" he said desperately.
Marron nodded sadly, stroking her hand along his cheek, seeing the pain in his eyes. "See ya…" She said, her voice trembling as she turned and walked away from him.
_*_
Rhiamon walked dejectedly back through the Corp.
"Rhiamon?" Cadell walked up behind him, his face concerned. "What's happened?" He enquired.
"Nothing." Rhiamon huffed. "Listen, just leave me, ok?"
Cadell frowned. "Not that easily. It's something to do with Marron, isn't it?"
Rhiamon paused in his stride. "She can't handle my past. There's nothing more to say." He snapped. "But hey, who would want to take all the crap we bring?"
Cadell stopped in front of his brother. His face was dark. "Listen, we're not perfect. But we're worth something now. We're fighting for different reasons now. And that's reason enough to hold on."
Rhiamon looked into the blue eyes. "I keep hurting her, Cadell." He snapped. He looked away. "She deserves better than this."
Cadell's face softened. "Don't stop fighting." He murmured. "Never stop fighting for what you love."
Rhiamon looked up, but Cadell was already striding back down the corridor. He watched him disappear, before walking back into the control room. Within seconds of his return, two others appeared behind him, stopping questions from being thrown at him.
The two newcomers were Rayne and Eira. They were dressed casually, with their hair tousled sexily. They had several bags thrown over their shoulders, and they grinned sheepishly.
"…Victoria's secret was having a sale..." Rayne explained cheekily. She winked at the stunned audience.
Tristian immediately perked up. "I wanna see!" he cried.
Rayne chuckled sexily. "If you're good…" She teased. Gohan fell back in his chair with exasperation.
"If he's good…" Came a voice. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Don't concern yourself Kakkorrot." Vegeta snapped. Goku frowned a little at the prince. Obviously Vegeta did not know that he knew what he had done to his granddaughter. Goku glanced at his eldest son. Gohan didn't need any more stress right now…
Goku shrugged to relax his shoulders a little. He was getting to tense. He glanced around the room. He was suspicious of maybe another new event. From all his time in the other world, he was particularly sensitive in 'feeling' events. He put it to the back of his mind until he could be more certain. He tightened his Gi belt, about to ask his son to spar. He quickly scanned for Goten's location, but sensed he wasn't really near. Anyway, Gohan was here for now. He could challenge his other child later. "Gohan! Come spar with me! It'll loosen you up." He announced. He watched Gohan throw him a distressed glare.
"Not now Dad!" He sighed. "We've got other things to do right now." In his stress, he hadn't meant to snap the way he did. But he didn't notice Goku's dejected expression. It was tradition to train with his sons. He valued the time they shared together when they fought, it was good for bonding.
"…I'll fight with you… Dad."
Goku raised his eyes to meet the blue green feminine eyes of his daughter. Rayne… His daughter. She stepped forward, putting her bags down at Eira's feet. "I'll show you what I can do. I'll be a good spar... honest." She continued.
Goku found the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Of course... he could see how his daughter fought! It would be exciting. "Sure!" He agreed. He saw the grin appear on Rayne's face. "Let's go!" he said eagerly.
"Dad... I can't fight like this." Rayne laughed. "I'm in my shopping clothes! Let me change into my Gi. I'll be back soon!" She jogged out and down the hallways to change.
"It means a lot to her." Cadell smiled once she was out of hearing range. Goku turned to his grandson with a smile.
"What have we found out so far?" Enquired the full-blooded Saiyan.
"Our children's mating habits more than anything it seems." Vegeta growled in answer.
Goku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh… that's all, huh?"
"Some people around here aren't getting any." Tristian huffed. "That's what I think. Especially Grandpa Goku. Sheesh, I bet Chi-Chi doesn't put out often, huh?" He shuddered with the thought. "Ewww…"
"Tristian!" Gohan roared. Tristian seemed like he had just realised the error of his words, and made a sharp exit. "Gotta run!" he yelled as he dashed.
Yamcha frowned. He leant over the chair over Gohan's shoulder. "Gohan, man, you know he's not your son. You don't have to keep on his heels, man. Leave that to Goten."
"Goten's no better!" The demi-Saiyan snapped of his younger brother. "Am I the only one in this family that doesn't sleep around?"
Vegeta began to chuckle, that quickly turned to loud laughter. "The boy was right! When was the last time you got laid?" He roared with amusement.
Gohan glared darkly at the prince. "At least I'm still with my wife." He huffed. "That says more about my situation, don't you think?
A look of contemplation crossed Vegeta's face, and he looked almost like he was about to speak. Goku even looked at him with suspicion. Vegeta had enough to say... and even more that Goku didn't know...
He ignored the baka stares of the other Saiyans. He searched the Corp quickly with his senses. The two ki's he had been particularly searching for had recently separated. The baka eldest son of Kakkorrot was stressed now? He let the smirk form on his lips. He hadn't even begun to feel stress… But at the same time, the Prince almost respected Gohan. In fact, he did. And now he had slept with the demi Saiyan's daughter. But now Gohan's own younger brother had also ventured into the same forbidden territory.
…When had Kakkorrot's granddaughter become so appealing to men? All that was left was Trunks to show an interest in the girl. Which wasn't likely. Vegeta knew his son though of her as a sister almost. Vegeta gave a dismissive snort. The girl had not even fully matured. Yet why could he not get the image of her out of his head? Her writhing form… the way her lips pursed as he gave her the orgasm that made her smaller body shudder. Vegeta knew he had been the first male to mate with her. Exactly as it had been in the other dimension from where the youths came. It had meant to be. He was sure of it. …He could also still feel her uncle's hands around his throat. Vegeta hadn't expected himself to go so far as to try to force himself on the brat. Even though... the baby was gone… Goten had every right to act the way he did, he was protecting Pan's honor.
"Dad… I'm ready."
Rayne appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in the same orange gi of the Son family. She blushed at the stares. "I had it made... I... I used to fight in your colours sometimes. Just to feel closer." She admitted softly.
Goku responded with a warm grin. "Let's go!"
_*_
Tristian: wow… no cliffhanger... weird…
Cadell: *blinks * She's gone soft. Is she even awake? *waves hands in front of Klara's face *.
Rayne: Ahh…shes's playing on her new guitar!
Klara *looks up and grins * It has a leopard print shoulder strap!!
Tristian: She flirted with the guy behind the counter to get that strap at a discount…
Arienne: *grins * Klara's a hentai…
Klara: *lip trembled innocently * I'm not a hentai!
Cadell: *points to readers * You expect them to believe you after the lemons so far in this fic?
Tristian: *crosses arms in a huff * I haven't been in a good lemon yet… *grumbles *
Klara: *slow forming mischievous grin. Starts rubbing hands together maniacally. *
Rayne: *rolls eyes. * Honey... you're not helping the hentai status…
Tristian: *leaps into the air with a wide grin * my creator is hentai! There is a Dende! *pauses to grin more at Klara's plotting stare *
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