Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

I NEVER GIVE UP

By: AMCM74

Chapter 2



Bra watched Mark quietly. He sat at the head of the huge table. In her head she played over the last song she heard on the radio before she came into the building. It was better then listening to all the ridiculous ass-kissing going on in this room. They called this business?? She had see Goten back talking Vegeta more then these guys challenged Mark! In Japan not one person at Capsule tiptoed around Trunks like this, and he threw Ki blasts when he got mad. Bra yawned loudly.

Mark looked up from the papers in his hand and smiled at her. She didn't even look up at him. Others in the room froze. When it became obviously the 'GREAT MARK DEVERO' was not about to do anything to her the tension in the room tapered off. It also raised some question as to who this woman was? She seemed ordinary enough.

"I think we are going to call it a day." Mark closed his folder.

"But. But Mr. Devero um, sir?" One man mumbled "What about the quarterly reports?"

"I have already gone over them." Mark gave a look of disgruntled annoyance "They look fine to me, but by all mean, Carter, you and your men can go over them again."

Carter wanted to bang his head off the desk, but he remained up right and expressionless. "Yes, sir."

"Good give me a detailed report. You can have it on my desk, lets say tomorrow morning." Devero stood up. He grinned. Carter would have to have his entire office pull an all nighter to achieve that. "It will not be a problem will it?"

"No, No!" Carter stood up as well as half the room. "My people are on it! Rest assured, Mr. Devero."

Bra blinked at Carter then looked at Mark and mouthed "ASS KISSER?" silently.

Mark let out a quick laugh and looked down nodding. He sure hoped no one else in the room had seen that! "Mrs. Brief could you accompany me to my limo? We can start going over those contracts you brought me there." Mark walked over to Bra and held out his hand to her.

Bra looked confused for a moment. Contracts? What contracts? She looked at his hand. "Sure thing, Mark, and after that we can stop my McDonalds for a couple of cheeseburgers." She smiled remembering the information She had wrung out of Pan over the last few months.

"Sure we can take the limo through the drive through." Mark choked on his laughter. He could just see Bra at the window looking for her missing happy meal toy.

Bra took his hand and they walked out of the conference room.

Carter fell into his chair with a sigh of relief.

"Did he say Briefs?" Some one whispered.

"Yes, he did. Do you think that was Bulma Briefs?" another said.

"No, she is too young. It has to be Bra Briefs. I knew Devero had made a connection with Capsule though business arrangements, but that looked more personal then anything to me." A young man sorted his papers. The others looked over at him. " Darn Devero has all the luck."



Bra watched Mark open the door to the limo and step aside so she could get in. It was really nice they way he showed her respect. Trunks would have sooner put his foot on her butt and pushed her in headfirst. Last time her father opened a door for her he ripped it from the hinges. "Thank you." She stepped in. No sooner had mark climbed in after her did he toss his brief case to the floor and drag her onto his lap. "What…" The next thing she knew his lips where descending on hers in an earth shaking kiss. He held her in his arms. One between her shoulder and the other hand climbing up the back of her legs. Bra shuddered at the contact. This was the feeling she remembered experiencing all those month ago in Japan. It was no dream. This man could still rock her world with the touch of his lips, and right now Devero was doing far more then just touching his lip to hers. Slowly he calmed his sexual assault and lifted his head to look down at her.

"I couldn't take it anymore." Mark smiled with wickedness. "I couldn't concentrate on my work with you in the room."

Bra tossed her hair. 'If you had let that meeting go on I would have fallen asleep."

Mark touched her hair. "You would have woken up alone with me spreading you out over the conference table in that case. You cut your hair." He pouted like a little boy and drew on her hair between his fingers. He carefully examined the ends.

"I thought it was more business like." Bra smiled. She wanted to sigh at the gentle sensation Mark was creating. She loved having someone play with her hair, among other things and told him so.

"Ohh, you do. Is that right?" Mark pushed her down on the seat so that she lay on her back and loomed over her. "Please, don't tell me. I want to see if I can find them myself." He left his hands drift down her shoulders across he breast drawling little sighs from her until his hands clasp her waist and drew her toward him. Bra let her head slip back and Mark's mouth immediately found her neck. She felt his warm wet tongue playing with her earlobe and trailing little kissed to the hollows of he neck. She started to shudder violently. What ever she had expected to happen in her encounter today it had not been this. Not that she was going to complain!

"Holy Dende, Kami, and Kia!" Bra cried out in her ecstasy.

Mark lifted his head "Hummm, Dende? You mean the green dude?"

Bra rolled her eyes. She had forgotten that Mark had met the guardian of earth up close and in person, when Pan had gone into labor. "Yeah, umm" She opened his blue eyes and stared into his green depths. He breath was drawn away. There was no doubt. She was in love with this man. Aiko, that little brat, was right. Mark Devero was her future. It was a scary feeling to know you were looking at your future. He had no idea the part he would play in the future. It was a shame Bra couldn't have dragged the little pain along. It would have been great fun to see Aiko toying with her future Uncle Mark.

"You are thinking again, Bra." Mark admonished her. "That is dangerous."

"I know." Bra raised her hand to the back of his head and drew him back down "Please make me stop."