Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Submission ( Chapter 9 )

Price of Power

By AMCM74

Chapter 9 - Submission

"Guards?" Pan lifted her head to look at the door to Trunks' chambers.

Trunks nodded, his face grim with steely resolve. "It seems I have found a need for them." He stopped before the two men. His hands tightening on the girl in his arms "This woman is not to leave my chambers until I give the word." He narrowed his eyes at them and shouted, "Is that understood!"

"Yes sir!" They snapped to attention. Trunks once again kicked open his door and then, with a flick of his heel, slammed it shut on the duo. The thick resonating click caused Pan to flinch, and look up at her captor with apprehension.

Once deeper into the room, Pan was set softly on the bed. She didn't dare move from the gentle hands, because she knew they were merely a cover for his all-encompassing rage. Trunks reach down to her side to draw the armor slowly over her head. She could feel the slight wavering in his hands as he forced himself to remain passive and controlled. "I will be taking this back, now." He whispered.

Pan felt the bitterness, and could not control her tongue as her mouth opened, "You can take this slave collar of yours too." She replied sarcastically.

Trunks froze before tossing the armor violently across the room. It collided with the wall, shaking the room. The impact was loud, causing Pan to jolt in fear. She raised her arms to cradle herself. She leant over slightly, her huddled form was not much protection against this man, and she silently acknowledged it, turning fear-rimmed eyes to him. Trunks turned his head to her. The anger evaporated and he sighed, "It can not be removed by any means I know of. The species that made it said it was eternal." He reached out to stroke the glossy black locks off her shoulder. "I have already told you this." He looked at the black material that molded to her like a second skin. It was as dark as her hair, that he now delicately rolled between his fingers. She looked unspeakably tempting, as she began to relax before him. He moved forward, pressing her down until she lay completely helpless on his bed. Would his feelings ever stop? So far, the harder he tried to escape her the more entangled he had become. He came down next to her, and took her small hand in his. Trunks' eyes watched as his hand played with her fingers, entwining and interlocking. They moved around each other in such a seductive teasing way, his tail swished dangerously behind him, giving Pan a clue as to which direction this new route was taking them. How he ached for her in that moment, as she lay there looking up at him, the nervous distrust sparkling her dark brown eyes.

Pan knew it was over in that moment his eyes came to hers, all her power had been taken by their fierce battle. He had taken her from her world by force, and proven his statements about her origin to be true. He had enraged her, tempted her and in the end only proved how perfectly they fit. She was now completely helpless in his presence. He sat quietly playing with her hand, his fingers moved over her palm and the sensations were wringing tender responses from deep within her. She was more than glad that he didn't know the longing for him that was drifting over her. This attraction had clouded her judgment from the first, and made her sloppy. She was simply out of ideas. There were no other options left open to her. Pan took a ragged breath, before her tongue unconsciously moved over her lips. Trunks was aware of the movement. How could he not be? His every sense was in tune to her slightest move. He knew it was time, as he lifted her slender fingers to his lips and kissed them. Pan let her eyes drift closed and let out a deep sigh of gratification.

Trunks moved over her, and placed his hand on either side of her face. "Tell me to stop." He looked down at her with a raw intensity.

"What?" She was drowning, in seas of shining blue as she forced the word from her throat. Why wasn't he kissing her? It was what she expected, what she wanted.

"Tell me to stop." He brought his head down to her neck and ran little kisses along it, sending shivers of rapture through her. Pan couldn't understand what he was trying to tell her. Tell him to stop? She knew he wanted her. Why would he want her to stop him? This would only cement her to him. Didn't he realize this would be the hardest time? Once she gave in she would be lost, it was only her fears that helped keep her from him now. He had to know that, right at this moment, he held her in the palm of his hand, Every nerve, every fiber of her being was screaming at her to yield to him. She loved the feelings he rained down over her trembling form. Pan whimpered as he stopped and pulled back from his gentle tormenting, to breathe soft words hotly into her ear. "You haven't told me to stop yet." It was hard to tell if he was kissing her, or speaking to her. Those will-breaking lips skimmed over her lobes, and Pan caught herself clutching desperately to his shoulders.

Pan swallowed thickly as his hand moved down her shoulder, and then let his finger glide, ever so mildly, to her breast. Stop. It was such a simple word. She opened her mouth, but as if sensing her intentions, he bent down and kissed her mouth with a steamy madness. It was so simple a movement, to steal the one important word that could save her. She arched into his arms, pressing closer to him. It felt so very good, and so very right to be here, like this with him... What had she been trying to say, again?

Trunks lifted his shirt over his head, keeping her pinned to the bed with his gaze. "We are at the undressing part again, and you still you have not told me to stop." He let the shirt fall off the bed in black waves of silk. Locking that passionate look on her stomach, he moved one hand under the black fabric, of his shirt, on her form. "Do you want me to take this?" He slipped it high, and arched an eyebrow at her. Stilling he smiled "Pan, I do not hear you telling me to stop."

Pan growled with dark irritation. Sweet Kami, she was beginning to hate that word. In a frustrated reaction she reached out and drew the offending material from her chest and let it follow the matching article off the side of the bed with a quick flick of her fingers, and then she stared defiantly at him.

"Now that," He pointed to the direction the shirt had been thrown, his delight dancing in his blue eyes. "Didn't look like you wanted me to stop." Trunks grinned wickedly down at her.

Pan reached up and covered her ears. She knew she was playing right into his hands. "What are you doing to me?!" She could only moan in protest. "Don't say that word, anymore." She didn't want to even think about stopping, not when he was so hot and passionate against her skin.

Trunks chuckled darkly as he grasped the band of her pants. She unknowingly, instinctively raised her hips. The long legs were revealed inch by tempting inch. This time, Trunk made sure to bring the frilly blue pajama bottoms with them. Once discarded, he had free range over Pan's naked form. The firm grip moved up her legs, drawing ever nearer to their target. "But I have to. You have chanted it over and over again, and all its done is make me desire you more." Trunks gently parted her legs, testing the satiny softness between them. He was so close now to his goal, soon he would bask in his prize, and Pan would know, once and for all, that her place was right here, satisfying his desires. "It seems to have some magical property to it." Whether he was speaking about the words or her alluring form, he lost track of, either could be true.

Pan let her eyes drift down to where he knelt between her open legs. The image of this man's thighs wedged so intimately against her. The massive chest that gave way to the strong arms that now held her open to his view. She found some relief in the fact his pants were still on him. That single boundary gave her the false sense of security that she need not panic. "You are going to be difficult, aren't you?" Pan peeped up at him.

Trunks nodded looking down at her heated core. The temptation to touch her was overwhelming and he passed one long finger over her, testing the heat and response of her body. Pan groaned and thrust her hips against the erotic sensation. He took the invitation, and pressed his finger into her damp recess. Pan's moans of pleasure pitched to a scream as her back arched her, unbidden, up against the intruder - seeking a deeper, fuller feeling. Dark intent reigned supreme upon Trunks' features as he slipped another finger in to join the assault, stroking her with long deliberate motions. He was delighting in her loss of control, as he watched her hips rocking rhythmically against his hand. The hardness between his legs was aching to feel that moist heat encasing him. The trap had been sprung nicely, and soon she would be his. Taking heed of the precious performance he moved his pants over his hips with the free hand. Gathering her attention more on the feelings wracking her form than his actions.

Once free of his final confines, Trunks laughed at her words." If I have been difficult it is because in you I have found a good tutor." She laughed thickly as well, and Trunks felt the tide of this emotional war shifting in his favor. Slowly he drew his hand around behind her and lifted her to him. Passion, Lust, Desire, they were all right within their reach, maybe even love if he wanted it. It struck him then, that this was far different from any experience he had in the past. He could love this woman. He could actually keep her with him. Groaning, he tried to banish those kinds of thought from his mind. "This is your last chance to stop me." He moved over her, letting their skin mold together. Pan closed her eyes to embrace the contact. When had the touch of another persons flesh against her given such satisfaction? He looked down at his captive and vowed. "There will not be any others." Trunks whispered into her ear. This was the end of his anguish; he wanted her, now.

Pan quivered under him. This was it the moment of truth. All she had to do was say that one vile, evil, ugly word. Stop. He moved against her. She felt the pleasurable sensation of his shaft pressing against her willing flesh. When had he gotten his pants off anyway?? Panic rose in her, once again. Opening her eyes as he bore her down on the bed with great force, his hands lifting her legs high on each side of his waist. She fumbled for the word through the misty clouds of seduction. He thrust forward entering his sweet heaven, his head bent forward and teeth bared. Pan felt the pain of that action like a knife ripping her to shreds. Her gentle teasing lover had dissipated in that action and now she stared up at the deep blue orbs that were a mix of victory and lust. It was then she screamed that word. "SSSTTTOOPP!" But they both knew it had come an eternity to late.

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Marron gulped up the fresh air as she toweled off her hair. Several Saiyan attendants stood gathered around her. She chose to ignore them. Marron looked down at herself, clad in her new blue body suit and Saiyan armor. The shiny metal surfaces in the room gave her a vague idea of her new look. She would have liked a nice pair denim jeans better, but this was better than that stupid robe of hers. Now that she had been removed from that regeneration tank she was feeling much better. It was time for her to get down to the business of getting off this planet.

"Where did the Prince take the other girl?" She asked, to no one in particular. The silence that followed was almost intolerable. Marron clenched her fist and tried futilely to control her irritation, but it was to no avail as her fist connected to a plated wall. Ouch, but they didn't need to know that. "I asked you a goddamn fucking question! Someone better answer it…" she saw the smiles forming around her. "Now… What?"

"Lord Goten is indeed wise. She will make a wonderful slave and breeder." One man remarked to another. "I wonder if he will be willing to part with her?"

The other shook his head. "Even if he was, I don't think any of us have the status or the credits to acquire her. She is an Earthling."

Marron felt her jaw drop. These men were speaking about her; buying, breeding, and slave were all being mixed with her as the reference. "I don't think so." She narrowed her eyes on the group, holding in her fear behind a mask of contempt. "Now I asked a question. Where is the other girl? What did you do with Pan?"

"King Vegeta has decreed that she become the personal slave of the Prince." Bulma walked into the room and looked to the girl. With a motion of her hand the men bowed and slowly departed. "I am Bulma, Queen of the Saiyans." She walked over to Marron studying the girl thoughtfully, "Don't fear. I am an Earthling just like you. No harm will come to you that I can prevent, and there are few here that can over-say me"

Marron's jaw dropped "Bulma? The Bulma?" This was the last person that Marron had expected to greet her. Marron returned the curious blue gaze with wide eyes. " Well, you look remarkably unabused." Marron had always heard stories from her father, telling her what a barbaric and dangerously powerful race the Saiyans were. Everyone still on Earth had always worried about Bulma and her fate. Marron frowned slightly, as she pondered what her family was thinking about her.

Bulma smiled at the sad expression with a tender support, "I have never been abused here on Planet Vegeta." She tried to place the girl and found she could not. "Who are you? Why are you traveling with Goku's granddaughter?"

Marron straightened her shoulders. Bulma had known her father, but Marron was unsure if the woman would remember him, "My name is Marron and I am Krillin's daughter, the man who trained with Goku and helped you collect the Dragon balls."

Bulma swayed on her feet before reaching out to grab Marron's shoulder. "Sorry dear I almost passed out there. I thought you said Krillin's Daughter."

"I did." Marron glared at the other woman. She was beginning to wonder why Bulma was missed at all.

Bulma looked at the girl - her shock apparent, Gohan and now Krillin. "I missed it." Marron watched the sadness drift over the other woman erasing all other emotions that were once there before. Bulma felt the tears forming in her eyes and tried to hold them back. Looking back at the blonde haired girl she imagined the image of beauty that the girl's mother must be, "Don't be upset dear. I am just very happy for your father." And a little depressed I missed it as well. "What is she like your mother?"

"My mom? Well she is a bit temperamental, but she loved my father at first glance, or so I am told" Marron nodded "I understand your curiosity, Bulma, but I only have one motive while I am on this planet."

Bulma took the girl by the arm and led her toward the door. "What is that?"

Marron muttered low so only Bulma could hear, "To get the hell off it and back to Earth."

"That will not only be hard, but also damn near impossible without the King's consent. We could get him to send you back as a messenger though, with ease." Bulma began to think of alternatives for the young woman. She put her hand to her mouth and the blue eyes turned upward.

"I am not going to leave without Pan either." Marron said with utter seriousness. The long stride pulling her away from the easy gait of the Queen, "I can not just leave her here."

Bulma stopped walking, and looked to Marron with stunned disbelief. "Now there is a huge problem with that." Bulma commanded Marron's attention. The blonde hair swung around as she faced her new ally. "Vegeta is not going to let Pan leave Planet Vegeta, not now, not ever." Bulma related her information easily. " Simple fact is, he has decided she is the perfect match for our son, Prince Trunks. He wants strong heirs for this planet above all else. Pan is the only one capable of granting him that for certainty."

"You mean Pan is going to be nothing than a sex slave?" Marron clenched her fists. Fury over coming her once lovely features transforming her into an avenging angel. "Worthless Saiyan men! They are all the same. Nothing else can filter though their tiny minds." Marron punched the wall. "I should have known from my encounter with that last one!"

Bulma blinked, a cold feeling creeping over her. "Saiyan men? As in more than one?" Marron looked down at the ground in embarrassment. She really wished she had kept her mouth shut. Bulma was not to be denied; she grabbed the blonde's shoulders. "What are you talking about? The only ones to go to earth were… Dear me." The realization of just what had happened on that fateful trip was seeping into Bulma's head. There was only one clear answer to the questions. " You don't mean… It couldn't have been…" This was making so much sense now. No wonder Marron had been brought here! "You and Goten?" Marron blushed bright red confirming Bulma's thoughts. "Oh my! Sweet Vegeta." Bulma turned in another direction. "Come on, we have to hurry." When the girl did not move to follow, Bulma latched on to the arm like a tight vice.

Marron was dragged unwillingly behind her. "I never want to see that man again. I swear to you, I hate him." Bulma skidded to a stop. She had a frantic look as she grabbed Marron's hair pulling it off to the side. The blue eyes scanned the soft region of Marron's neck and then pulled it to the other side so quickly that there was no thought to the pain she inflected. "Ouch, ouch stop that! What are you doing?" Marron was released, and she stumbled back from the mad woman.

"Did he mark you?" Bulma took the girl by her shoulders and shook her, after making sure there was nothing on Marron's neck.

"Mark me? Not that I know of." Marron was once again pulled, this time at run, down a great hall.

"There is no time to waste." Bulma shouted. "You have to meet my daughter, NOW."

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Pan clenched her eyes shut as the pain burned through her. She heard the breathing, ragged and harsh, above her. He had stopped, but not soon enough. Now Trunks held himself rigid above her, waiting. "Please get off me." She felt the tear rolling down the side of her face; her heels were digging into the soft mattress on either side of his hips. Pan's hands pushed firmly against his muscular chest, and she could feel emotions eating at him. He was so tense, not even a muscle had moved after she had spoken up. They lay in that position for what seemed like an eternity. Pan's body started to shake under her effort to remain still. In answer to the quivering flesh around him, Trunks groaned and slid in deeper.

"Almost" Trunks whispered, "I am so close to being all the way in Pan, just a little more and it will be over. I swear it to you."

"I told you to get off me." She glared up at him.

"I can't pull back Pan. I don't have that kind of control in me." He told her in a pained voice. Closing his eyes he let out a little sigh "And you feel so good." He moved a little more and Pan screamed in protest, as her body stretched making more room for his enlarged erection.

"No it doesn't!" She cried out "I am too small for you, and it's hurting like hell."

Pan felt the tears hitting her face and it took her a few moments to realize they were not hers. She looked up to see the Prince of Saiyans in tears from his restraint. "I don't want to hurt you Pan. I just want this so badly."

He was in tears? Pan blinked as he withdrew from her almost completely, her heart going out to him. The guilt was rising up to engulf her. She was about to apologize when he moved, this time to drive fully and forcefully into her. She cried out in pain as he moved back, only to drive into her again with the same pounding force. The betrayal of her being was total, and her heart wept for the stupid feelings it had allowed her to feel for him before this. Pan's mind raged every name in the book at him, but it was her body that took the brunt of this assault, her stupid misinformed body that had tingled and trembled at the sensations he had invoked in her. Her mind raged at the twinge of discomfort, railing at her for the idiot she was.

Then it happened, slowly something began to tighten in her abdomen, and a slight sensation of pleasure flaring there caused her to gasp. It was growing with each strong movement of his body, until she was whimpering and moved against him hesitantly. She was starting to slip over the edge when he cried out grasping her tightly, and then suddenly went limp against her. She waited for his movements, but none came. What! Why had he stopped? She was so close to… to… well to something! It had felt so good. He rolled off her, sweat covered and breathless. The thick forearm tossed over his eyes.

"I am sorry." He panted unable to look at her, fearing her damning eyes. "So very sorry. I could help it. I had to, I just had to …"

Pan sprang up into a sitting position and kicked him in anger. "Sorry! You had better be sorry!" She leaned over him and grasped his hair, trying to gain his attention. "Please, don't tell me premature ejaculation can be added to your list of faults!!!"

Trunks dropped his arm from his eyes. He was expecting her to tear him to pieces for forcing her where she was not ready to go. Never had he thought she would attack him, because her had left her unpleasured. He blinked, had that ever happened to him before? Not that he could recall. He looked at her furious face and smiled. It was not going to start now "Give me a few seconds, love! I can't help it if you feel so good."

Pan huffed and flopped down to the bed with her back to him "See if I ever let you anywhere near me again." She pulled at the blanket gathering it in a rumpled ball over her tormented body. No thanks to him, she was aching in spots she had never known she had.

"Oh yes you will." Trunks rolled to his side and drew her against him. "Because now you know how I have felt since the moment I met you. Imagine feeling as you do now every minute of every hour of every day." Trunks kissed her shoulder lightly. "That is what you have done to me."

Pan smiled, knowing full well he couldn't see it. "Good, you have had plenty of time to get used to it, because you are going to be feeling that way a lot more these days." The dark eyes danced in amusement as his hand reached out to fondle her tail.

"I doubt it." He tossed his leg over her so the was once again on top. "Now tell me what you are feeling right now."

Pan blushed at his request. "Why?"

"Because if you tell me in great detail, I would enjoy it very much."

Pan looked up at the mischievous sparkle in those blue eyes, and wrapped her arms around him. "You are an evil, evil, evil man!" To which he merely purred.

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Goten knocked lightly at the door and waited for Bra to bid him enter. He opened the passage and stepped into the room. She was wrapped in a robe of crimson, sitting at the vanity brushing her hair in long slow strokes as he closed the door with a gentle click. "You may bring me up some food now, and don't forget to make my bed before you go."

"So you expect me to wait on you hand and foot?" Goten spoke low and dangerously. The quiet inflection of his words caused Bra to set her brush down on the vanity and spin to face him. Realizing it was not her imagination that had brought him to her room, she came to her feet, the large eyes latching on to him and drinking in his every motion.

"Goten… I did not realize it was you." She stammered. Bra had not expected him to return in so short a time. Never had she doubted that their mutual feeling would bring her dark warrior back to her arms. "I make my apologies."

"For what?" He brooded darkly; it was hard to look at her standing there so serene and innocent before him. "For trying to play me off as one of your maids, or making sport of me behind my back?" The words stood between them like an impassible wall of dissension.

"It was never like that Goten." Bra sighed, her shoulders rolling as her head dipped. She moved a step closer, trying to break down the unease that now hung ominously between them. "You were the one who resisted me and then moved on with other women." She gave him a pained look when he lifted his stunned expression to her. "You think I didn't know about them?" She played with the material of her robe. "That I wouldn't hear about your exploits out there on the frontier?"

"Bra, I never saw it that way." Goten stood like a rock in the center of the room acknowledging her. "You must realize that I never thought I could be with you, as we desired." In one swift movement Goten erased the distance between them and drew her to his chest. Resting his head on hers he whisper into her hair, "You were my princess, and so far beyond my reach." Bra remained stiff with stunned silence. And Goten sniffed in the scent of her hair, his hands running down her arms before pulling back. "But it seems you are not who I thought you to be."

Bra felt as fragmented as a broken window. He could not be saying what she thought he was, not after all the risks she had taken making sure they could be together. It was almost unthinkable to lose him now. "What are you saying to me, Goten?"

"I am saying I am no longer certain, I even want to be with you." Goten looked down at her, the seriousness of his expression seeping into her eyes, the sad blackness of his eyes eating at her soul. "I can't simply bond to a woman I don't know, no matter what her status."

"Are you going to give up on me?" Bra felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she held back sob. What she needed to know was, was there a chance to fix the love that had not even had the chance to bloom? He was holding her future in his hands at that moment. If Goten chose not to continue there would be little she could do to change his mind.

Goten began to turn from her fragile form, and was caught from behind. "I don't know yet." He straightened his shoulders, even as his resolve weakened.

Bra clutched tighter to his torso, her face pressed into his back "I wont let you leave me!" She felt the huge crystal tears rolling over her face. "All my life I have loved you, and now that we finally have a chance… you can't leave!" She felt the tremor that wracked his body at her emotional plea. "Please, my love, reconsider."

"How can you say you love me?" Goten whispered, so hushed and quiet he was unsure even she could hear. "After what I know?"

Bra let go and came around to face him, the large blue eyes shining. "Then let me show you, Goten" She tilted her chin up at him, the pleading eyes beckoning. He stared down at their helplessness and sorrow. This was the woman he had loved so much, the perfect Princess forever need of his protection. Goten's gaze was drawn to the trembling ruby lips, and the temptation was too much. The strong arms locked around Bra and pulled her up into an impassioned kiss.

Bra's relief was total, as she lifted herself against him on tiptoes. This was her Goten, the dark warrior who had sought her out over the years. There was no man in the universe that could touch him. She pulled her sash and let the robe fall to the ground. There was no need for barriers between them now.

Goten was driven by a deep seeded male lust as he placed his hands on her naked hips and backed her toward the bed, step by gentle step. He let his lips dance seductively over the fair princess' mouth. He was fully aware that she was tugging at the confines of his clothing and made no move to stop the silken hands that played their way along his exposed flesh.

Goten cried out as Bra pulled her mouth slowly down his jaw to nip at his neck, nestling her naked body against him. "Damn it Bra, don't tease me." Goten thrust her from him and she fell back on the bed before him. Pulling off the remainder of his clothing he joined her there. He arched his body against hers. Bra closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling of his rippling muscle skirting over her form, skin touching in teasing glides. This is what she had always wanted from her dark lover, what she had always needed.

She twisted from under him and pushed his bulky form onto the bed. He lay beneath her totally at her mercy. The great Goten, a legendary Demi of unfathomable power, was pleading with his eyes for her to finish the dance they had begun. It was a powerful feeling knowing at last how much he wanted her. Once she had pressed her body to his, he had merely reacted not even taking any time to think things over. Even before this he had come straight from her father's side to her bed. How was that for decisive thinking? He knew what he wanted. Bra had always liked that about him. She liked it very much. She straddled him as she had before and then lowered her body to absorb his.

Goten was rocking himself gently within her and relished in her warm moist core, a deep groan of satisfaction escaping him. She was his now, years of wondering, and waiting were over, and it was like a dream… that crashed once again into a nightmare.

The door at the other end of the room swung opened and Bulma swept in, Marron following slowly behind her. Bulma gasped loudly and Marron looked up to see the entwined lovers writhing on the bed. Marron turned a slight shade of green and simply turned, trying to leave, but Bulma reached out and slammed the door shut in her face.

"Bra!" The tone could wake the dead. "What in hell do you think you're doing!?" Bulma shouted intrusively. Bra shrieked and made a grab for her robe. She fell off Goten, and disappeared on the other side of the bed. Goten looked all too well practiced as he, without a moments hesitation, lifted the pillow from behind his head and covered his firm arousal.

"Your majesty." He at least had the decency to blush. For a moment he was confused, and then he saw her. Marron peeked from behind Bulma's back timidly and he roared "Not you?" He came to his feet the pillow dipping a little. "Who let you out of that tank?"

Marron glanced at Bulma and hissed, "And you think I want to be reminded, that I had the stupidity to sleep with him?" turning he back to him she added, " You must all be crazy."

Bra appeared from behind the bed closing her robe. "Sleep with??" She paled. "What is she talking about, Goten?" She looked from Goten to Marron with suspicion.

Marron beat him to the punch, as her eyes landed on the other woman. "Oh I see.' She turned her damning blue eyes on Goten. "It must have been the robe. Do you jump every thing you see in a robe? Or is it just reserved for us girls?" Marron taunted with venom.

Goten growled at Marron forgetting his state of undress dropped the pillow stepping toward the blonde minx with clenched fists. Marron put her hands on her hips, and glared back, undaunted from her position behind the Saiyan Queen. Bulma remained still, waiting for the scene to unfold

Bra started to get a sinking feeling as she watched the man she loved growling angrily his full attention solely riveted on the lovely blonde.

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