Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 18

Bra looked at the `69 corvette. "Where did you get this?"

"Some guy in North Dakota had it. I had some work done to it, but it was really well taken care of when I bought it." Devero opened the door for her and waved for her to sit in it.

Bra stepped in and sat down "You know this has to be the ugliest car I have ever seen."

Mark looked as if she had just sucker punched him. Darkness fluttered over his eyes "I am sorry it does not meet your high expectations." He stomped his way around the back of the car. Bra leaned over to watching him in the rearview mirror. As he reached the back of the car he raised his hands in from of his face as if he was grabbing something with both hands and shook the imaginary object. She suppressed her amusement at his displeasure.

Devero got in the car and looked over at her. "What." He glanced around the car's interior. He looked high and low "What."

Bra tilted her head and raised and eyebrow at him "Nothing. What is your problem?"

Devero's eyes bored into hers "You were smiling. It hasn't even be twelve hours since I met you. BUT I know that if you smile I am about to be in a whole lot of pain."

"There is nothing about to hurt you now." Bra sat back and looked up at the roof. Devero shook his head. The car roared to life and the radio rang to life with it. Bra looked over at Devero in shock. "Metallica? You don't seem like the type."

"If it eases your opinion of me, listen they are in live in symphony." Devero nodded "But I actually like the band."

Bra looked over at the man next to her. He was handsome and well dressed. She knew he was a ruthless businessman. He had gone after Trunks and Capsule, never in her memory had any one even dared such a move. There had been men that had tried to challenge on or the other in the past. Never had they made a direct siege on both. Let alone at the same time. Then to find out this was all over a woman. Pan to be precise. It was shocking for Bra to realize that Pan could stir this kind of devotion from Devero. Trunks she could see. Three was history there. Devero was another story. The mere fact Pan had interested him was a mystery.

"What are you thinking about?" Devero's voice snapped her from her musings.

"I was wondering what kind of man you really are?" Bra watched him flinch.

"I am a cold hearted ruthless bastard that tries to get a head by preying on the weak." He shifted the car and it raced forward. It was the same move that had Pan screaming and clinching the dash. Bra, on the other hand, relaxed into her seat. She was more then comfortable. Devero didn't like her diving head long into his personality. Pan had taken him at face value never caring to find out more then what was just there on the surface. Devero was all right with that. HE had a smooth polished outer shell. He had grown in the light of the media all his life. He did what was expected of the global heir. He was in all aspects a political perfect. Mark Devero was the perfect businessman the image of power, control, intelligence, and charisma. That was what he had been breed, raised, and trained to be. What kind of man was he really was not something he had ever had a chance to learn? There was no Mark Devero the man. He was Mark Devero, President of Global Inc. "Let's talk about something else like this sudden attraction we have starting here."

Bra started laughing "I have heard it all now! Attraction."

"I am serious." Devero remained calm. "At first I thought you were an over protective sister, that you hated me for your brother. Over the course of the day I have started to suspect other wise. Tell me."

"Tell you what?" Bra stiffened

"Am I right? Do you feel an attraction starting here?"

Bra crossed her arms "And If I said I did?"

Devero looked out at the road "Then that would be a bad thing. Since I will now and forever love Pan. I may never have her heart, but that will never change mine."

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Trunks swept Pan up in his arms and kissed her. She slid her hands up over his shoulders. She lifted her head away from him. "What about Bra and Devero?"

Trunks shrugged and pecked a kiss on her lips. "We have a few free minutes before we have to leave."

"Are you suggesting a quickie?" Pan teased

Trunks growled and hiked her up into his arms "Yes, Sounds good to me. Just one thing though." He waited for her to give him her full attention "Let's take our time."

"You are so bad." Pan laughed.

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Vegeta watched the lovers walk up the stairs as he toweled his forehead. He had a plan of his own. Things were working out well as far as he was concerned. Devero had left with Bra and Trunks and Pan seemed closer. Reassuring Vegeta that his grandchild would be close to him. Devero was the best match he would find on this planet for Bra. The only problem was that the man was not a warrior. He had a high ki for a human, but it had never been properly developed. "What a waste." He muttered,

"Did you say something, Vegeta?" Bulma walked up behind him. She was putting in an earring.

"Did you know our daughter left with Devero?" He turned to Bulma.

Bulma glowed "I think that is great. Are you fine with the thought of your little girl with a man like Devero? I mean I think that would make the perfect solution for this situation."

"I have plans of my own for Devero." Vegeta set his eyes level with Bulma's. There was a wealth of underlining mean in those words

"You have." Bulma's was lost at his words. What could Vegeta see in Devero? He had never been overly found of anyone. Outside his very small social circle "What?"

"You will see when it comes about." Vegeta replied vaguely. He looked off into space deep in thought.

Bulma began to have an uneasy feeling about this. Vegeta never took interest in anyone like he had lately. Such interest didn't bode well for the Global president.