Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ocean Avenue ❯ Chapter 1

I paced through my cool, dark apartment. A breeze blew in the window chilling the perspiration on my hot, slick skin. My mind was on her again, wandering back to the first time I ever thought of her as more than just a friend.

There's a place off Ocean Avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you.

We sat on lounge chairs on the white, sandy beach. I had been bored sitting in the lab at Capsule Corp. all day and had called her to see if she wanted to hang out. She sighed, stretching her pale, beautifully sculpted, long legs and her slim toned arms. My black tinted sunglasses hid the fact that my eyes were taking in all of her beauty. Her long, waist length, white gold hair. The long graceful lines of her neck. Toned arms connected to a scantly clad torso. A small bikini top barely covered her breasts. I vaguely heard her talk about the college she had picked. Defined abs led to low rider, cut off denim shorts and continued down her legs to her small cute feet. Her tiny toenails were painted red. Without any warning, nature had turned her into a gorgeous, young woman. I smiled at her as the conversation changed back to me.

“Any girls in your life lately?” she smiled, flashing snow white teeth behind full cherry lips.

“Only you, Marron.” She laughed.

“Yeah, right. You probably have big breasted, college girls fawning all over you.” I shrugged.

“None, I'm interested in. They're all ditzy bimbos that can't hold a conversation unless it's about shopping or boys. Not exactly my type.” The screen door opened and Krillin stepped out of the small pink house.

“Hey, kiddos! We're all going out to dinner and then to the movies. Do you guys want to tag along?”

“Not really, Daddy, unless you want to go, Trunks?”

“No thanks, Krillin. I'll be heading home soon.” All the inhabitants of Kame House were now standing on the beach, filing into the capsule car.

“All right then, you kids behave.” He waved, leaving the two of us on the beach. The ocean was stained red from the setting sun and we watched them drive off into the horizon. She sighed, stretching again, and stood.

We would walk on the beach in our bare feet.

“Want to go for a walk?” she asked.

“Sure.” I stood and tossed my sunglasses onto the chair. We walked around the island twice, chatting about random things. I can't remember what they were now. She stopped and unbuttoned her shorts, slipping them down her long, creamy legs.

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand. “I love to swim at sunset.” With her small delicate hand laced in mine, she pulled me into the ocean. She splashed me a few times playfully, and I splashed her back. We played around for a few minutes before she lunged at me, trying to push me under. Her seemingly endless legs wrapped around my waist as she tried to use her weight to knock me off balance. She laughed, her arms wrapping around my neck, but she stopped when she looked into my eyes. Her tongue darted from her mouth, licking her lips. In an instant, our lips were connected. My hand went to the back of her neck, holding her close. I was afraid that any minute she'd realize what was going on and smack me. After she didn't, my other hand snaked around her back and grabbed her thigh, supporting her weight. I walked back to the beach with her in my arms, our lips never losing contact.

You were just sixteen and it felt so right.

I gently laid her down in the sand and we continued our assault on each others senses. Our kiss lasted for what seemed like a life time and then she slipped her tongue in my mouth. I caressed her tongue with mine, our temperatures slowly rising. My shorts grew tight as I became firm and I pulled away, breathless.

“What is it? What's wrong?” she asked her voice breathy.

“We can't do this, Marron.” I pulled myself away from her, reluctantly, and sat down in the sand beside her. I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

“Is it me?” she asked quietly, pulling herself into the sitting position and wrapping her arms around her legs.

“No.” I answered quickly. “It's just… you're only sixteen. If someone found out… I'm half way through my doctorate and… I could lose everything.” Her eyes were focused on the sand.

“I… I understand.” She said, weakly. I put my finger under her chin, directing her gently to face me. She lifted her eyes to mine, cautiously.

“Marron, I want you to know in two years, if you still want this, we will. The image of you in that tiny bikini will be forever burned into my brain.” She smiled, slightly, and wrapped her arms around me.

“Two years.” She repeated. “I guess it's not that long.” I kissed her forehead.

“I'm going to go.” I kissed her lips, savoring the sweet taste, and hugged her tight. I was gone in a flash, back to the compound to take a cold shower.

I thought about the two years after that incident. Every time we saw each other my blood would run hot and my body would ache for her. Stolen glance and kisses were the only relief we got over that time. Some times we would stay up all night, talking. I'd always leave before the sun came up.

Sleeping all day, staying up all night.

Marron's eighteenth birthday was held a Capsule Corp. I watched her step into the house, my eyes hungry for her. She was wearing a white halter dress that ended just above the knees with white heels. I couldn't believe my eyes/ she was growing more and more beautiful every day. My hands itched with the need to touch her, to see if the angel in front of me was really there. Her eyes met mine and she licked her lips. My face flushed in anticipation and she smirked at me.

I avoided her for the duration of the party, knowing if I came too close to her, I'd take her in front of everyone. As the party came to a close, she came to stand in front of my mother.

“Thank you, Bulma, for the wonderful party and for letting me spend the night.”

“It's no problem, darling. There's no sense in making you go all the way back to Kame House just to come back into the city again in the morning. When you're ready to go shopping with your friends in the morning, let me know, I'll let you borrow my car.”

“Really?! Your brand new Benz?!” Marron shrieked.

“Of course!” Marron was hugging her in an instant. “Thank you so much, Bulma.”

“It's my pleasure. Happy birthday, Marron. Trunks will you take Marron to the guest room when she's ready?”

“Yes, Mama.” Marron smiled at me in thanks. She quickly said bye to her parents and came back to the table I was at.

“I'm ready.” Her words were innocent but I understood the double meaning. I leaned over and kissed my mother on the cheek.

“Good night, Mama.” She gave me a knowing smile.

“Don't stay up too late.” She winked at me, she actually winked at me! I took Marron directly to my room on the opposite side of the compound from the rest of the bedrooms. There was no use hiding our intention with the look my mother gave me. She knew what we were doing. I set her overnight bag on the sofa in my sitting room and turned to her.

You were just eighteen and it felt so right.

Any apprehension I might have felt was quickly washed away as she came to me and locked our lips in a soul searing kiss. My hands, tentatively, circled her waist and I pulled her firmly against me. Our kiss ended and she nipped my nose affectionately, pulling away to look into my face.

“The last two years have been agony, but being in your arms right now has made the wait well worth it.” She brought her hands to my face, caressing my cheek. Her lips brushed mine, briefly, before she backed away from me. With a quick tug, the tie at the back of her neck came loose and she peeled the clingy fabric down her lithe body. She stepped out of the dress as it pooled around her ankle and looked into my eyes, a little uncertainly. I let my eyes fill with every emotion I was felt in that moment, desire, adoration, apprehension, and love. The air conditioner kicked on silently and the breeze from the vent brought her exposed nipples to tight peaks. Her body had become more curvaceous over the past two years. Without another moment's hesitation, she jumped on me, encircling my waist with her legs like she had so long ago.

I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed gently. After backing a step away, I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. I looked down at the goddess spread before me, feeling myself grow firm just from looking at her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down on top of her. Instead of going for her mouth again, I moved my mouth down her body, licking, nipping, and tasting her. She moaned, arching her back at my assault on her pert nipples. I continued down her torso and stopped at the line of her panties. I peeled myself away, reluctantly.

“Are you sure you still want this?” I asked her, looking into her half lidded eyes.

“Yes.” She answered simply. I slid her panties down her legs, pausing to take her shoes off. I stood, looking down at her nude body before me, and slid my pants and boxers down.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, memorizing her beauty.

“No, I waited for you.” Her eyes were fixed on my erection. Not only did my body ache for her but now my heart ached. She was giving me her virginity, something so precious, and I had nothing comparable for her. While I had not had any sexual contact in the last two years, I had lost my virginity six years ago at the age of seventeen. I kissed her, hoping it had all the emotions in it that I was feeling right now. I decided that I was going to make her first time wonderful, not like mine was. I trailed kisses down her abdomen. To this day I regret losing it the way I did. I just hoped in six years she wouldn't regret this.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs draping off the side, and kneeled on the floor. Her eyes held mine as I flicked my tongue out and licked her hot, wet seam. She writhed and moaned as I brought her to her climax with teeth, tongue, and lips. Before I got back on top of her, I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom.

“No.” she said, pulling my attention back to her. “I don't want anything between us the first time.”

“But…” I started but she cut me off.

“I'm on birth control.” She explained. I still hesitated but in the end, my need for her overruled my logic. I was careful as I entered her, rubbing her clitoris with my thumb to ease the pain as I pushed against her tightness. Her whole body clung to me as I met the end of her, perfectly sheathed inside. I took my time, pacing myself, to make it last as long as possible. Her climax hit her suddenly and I worried that she'd wake the entire house as she shrieked my name to the sky. My orgasm hit me and I knew we had to have woken someone up. We lay side by side after, caressing and kissing each other, and with in a few minutes I was ready again.

Sleeping all day, staying up all night.

I realized as the sun came up that I didn't have to run off.

“I love you, Marron.” I whispered against her ear, thinking she was asleep. I was surprised to hear her respond.

“I love you too, Trunks.”

I woke with a sudden jerk. The sweat on my skin had cooled and congealed on the skin. I had fallen asleep thinking about her, pinning for her.

When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by. I can make believe that you're here tonight.

I made it to work on time that morning but couldn't concentrate. I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out a picture of us. We were so happy then. It was hard for me to believe it had been two years since I'd last seen her. I decided to go to the cafeteria to get a bagel.

I sat down at the table and looked at the people around me, taking a bite. I noticed a woman sitting alone a few tables away from me. Her back was to me and I could see her corn silk gold hair. Was that her? Could it actually be?

There's a piece of you that's here with me. It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see.

I got up, casually, and walk to the woman, noticing at the last minute that it wasn't her. I sighed and pitched the rest of my bagel. I locked the door of my office and sat down in my chair. The picture of us was still out and I looked at it again. It was taken just days before I'd left her.

I was watching TV when the door to our apartment unlocked. We'd lived here for three years now, she was a full time student and I was VP of Capsule Corp. She flopped down on the couch next to me, throwing her backpack on the love seat. I wrapped my arm around her and smelled her hair. Lavender and vanilla, my favorite. I savored the moment, knowing I was about to ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.

“I have something I have to tell you.”

“What is it?” she asked, sweetly.

“I'm leaving for Satan City tomorrow. My mother wants me to supervise the opening of a new office. I'm… I'm going to be gone for a long time.” I paused.

I remember the look in your eyes when I told you that this was goodbye.

“You can use the apartment while I'm gone but I think you should… Marron, I think you should see other people.” I finally blurted it out.

“What?” She was backing away from me, horrified.

“I just don't want you to hate me in a few years. You might hate me because you feel trapped, like you haven't done anything with your life. Listen,” I said, trying to pull her back to me. “I love you.”

“Not tonight, not now.” She was crying now, pushing me away. `You had to do this. It's not like she could go with you. She has to finish school and you'll be gone for at least two years.' I thought, coaching myself. Looking into her hurt eyes, I hated myself. She dried her tears calmly and stood. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and close quietly. I never saw her again.

I put the picture back in the drawer and walked to my mother's office.

“Hi sweetheart, how was the trip back yesterday?”

“It was fine Mom.” I kissed her cheek and sat down in the chair across from her desk. “Mom, I need to take a vacation. Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone for about a week or two.”

“Of course, honey, you've earned it. Oh, I have a message for you from Goten. He was here earlier but you weren't in your office. He said he'd be at 21 at eleven o'clock and he wants you to meet him there.”

“He probably just wants me to buy him lunch.”

“I don't know. He said something about a new girlfriend he wants to introduce you to.” The clock on the wall read ten thirty and I decided I'd walk the five blocks to 21. As I walked, I went over my plan to find her in my head. Two weeks would definitely be enough time to find her and at least see her.

If I could find you now things would get better. We could leave this town and run forever.

I walked into the restaurant and spotted Goten at a table in the back. He waved to me and I waved back. That's when I noticed the blonde haired woman at his table with her back to me. Could it actually be? But that's not right; Mom said she's his girlfriend. How can this be happening? What did I do to deserve this?

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away.