Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Group ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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AN: I believe this is the longest chapter I've ever written. But now that I've gotten it out of my head I can finally start updating my other fics. Anyway, enjoy!

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She ran her fingers through her long brown hair one last time as she examined herself in the full-length mirror. Absolutely stunning, she thought with a smile. She was wearing a pair of form fitting brown pants with a dangling silver bangle belt and a white T-shirt that had the word Hottie airbrushed across it. The shirt gave the tore appearance due to the fact that the left side hung just below her chest and made a diagonal across her belly until it came to a point on her right side, revealing a large amount of her flat toned belly. She had worn her hair down and it flowed down to the middle of her back. She had a pair of large silver hoop earrings in her ears and strappy brown high heel sandals to complete the affect of the outfit. Her toes and fingernails were an appropriate mocha color.

Brianna gave herself one last smile then hurried downstairs to grabbed a snack before the group got there to pick her up. As she entered the kitchen she stopped in surprise and smiled brightly.

"Hey Dad!"

Cary Darwin looked up for the script he had been reading. "Well hello sweetheart," he said with a soft English accent.

Brianna smiled and walked over to where her father was sitting at the kitchen table. She bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't know you were home from filming yet. How was your trip?"

"Great! Shooting is coming along wonderfully. As matter of fact, I'm so excited about it I've already decided to take the prettiest girl I know to the premiere," he said smiling affectionately at his daughter.

"Who? Mom?"

"No. You."

Brianna's smile widened. "I'd been happy to be your date. Just tell me what day it is so I can take off."

"Yes, take off that job," her father said the disapproval evident in his voice.

Brianna sighed and walked over to the frigid. "I don't want to argue about that right now."

"Very well," he said on a sigh. He was honestly proud of his daughter's independence but he just didn't want her to spread herself too thin. College alone was enough but to add a full-time job to the mix, well…it worried him. But she had been doing it for four years now and the pressure hadn't gotten to her yet so what could he do?

Brianna rummaged in the frigid until she came across a small container. She lifted the lid and seeing that they were green grapes, she shut the door and carried the container over to the table. Now sitting across from her father she popped a grape in her mouth.

"So where is mom?"

"Carlotta told me she had practice," her father responded his attention focused on the script again.

Brianna frowned. "This late?"

"Yes, apparently they have a big concert in Boston in a couple of weeks. Ashley's demanding night time practices."

Brianna shrugged and popped another grape in her mouth as the doorbell sounded. She hopped out of her chair and ran into the foyer, throwing an "I've got it, Carlotta" at the middle-aged housekeeper that had been moving towards the door.

She swung the door open and placed a hand on her hip while she spread a catty smile across her face. Dressed in black slacks and a short sleeve silk shirt the same color of his stunning blue eyes, he was definitely a sight to see.

He raised one lavender brow at her perusal and a smile tugged at the left corner of his mouth. "You approve?"

"I must say someone looks extremely hot tonight," she responded.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt lightly. "Yes, I would have to agree that I do," he said receiving the expected chuckle from her. "You don't look half bad yourself…"

"Thank you," she said as she made a little circle to give him the full affect.

"…but you still don't look as good as I do," he finished with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes. "I bet I get more numbers than you do tonight."

"Consider it a bet then," he answered confidently.

Brianna rolled her eyes and smiled. "Come here you," she said reaching up to hug him and planting a friendly kiss on his cheek. "It feels like ages since I've seen you," she said pulling back slightly.

"I know. This week without me must have been torture for you," he said seriously with laughter in his eyes.

Brianna sighed and in her best damsel-in-distress voice said; "I don't know how I ever made it through without you."

"Well worry not. The man of your dreams is here," he said.

Brianna laughed and stepped out of his hug. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled up at him. "You are so conceited."

He smiled. "True but you have to admit that I come by it honestly."

Brianna, not sure which parent he was referring to, only laughed and nodded in agreement. She glanced behind him and frowned in confusion. "Where's the rest of the gang?"

"Bra's picking them up. Mom's making my workload heavier due to an incident I don't care to discuss-" he stopped when he realized that she was fighting laughter. "You already know!" he accused.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," Brianna said innocently.

"Yeah right," he said. He should have known Bra had already spread that story. "Anyway, she said she'd pick the rest of the gang up if I came and got you. So it's just you and me kid."

"Little old me all alone with Trunks Briefs! My virginity beware!" she said placing a hand over her heart.

"You know it," he said placing his face inches from hers.

"I certainly hope that was a joke."

Trunks turned in surprise to see Alisa standing behind him. The bright crimson that covered his cheeks had to be the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

Brianna just couldn't resist embarrassing him more. She wrapped her arm around his and pasted herself to his side. "Didn't you know mom? Trunks is going to be my first. He already promised to show me all his `special' techniques."

"Cut it out Bri," he said trying to shake her loose.

"Is that so?" Alisa raised a brow and walked around the blushing Saiyan.

She walked over to the table and began looking through the mail. "You two going to the club tonight?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Actually, Trunks thought it would be better if we skip the club and go back to his place instead-" Brianna started. Trunks gave her a Vegeta-worthy scowl making her laugh and turned to her mother.

"Yes ma'am. We're meeting Bra, Goten, Pan, and Marron at the club."

"Ma'am?" Alisa said arching an eyebrow. "Sounds like you guys plan to get into some trouble tonight. I hold you personally responsible for my daughter's safe return, Trunks."

"Oh mom," Brianna sighed as she walked over to the table to grab her purse. "You'd think I was two instead twenty-two."

"Sometimes I wonder," Alisa said with a smile.

Brianna rolled her eyes then kissed her mother's cheek. "Bye Mom. Oh and daddy's home."

Alisa eyes were alight. "He is?!"

"Yep, in the kitchen. Bye." She grabbed the still red Saiyan and walked out into the night.

Once out on the porch with the door closed, Trunks frowned down at his companion.

"I'm going to kill you." It wasn't a threat but a promise.

Brianna smiled and leaned into him. "What Trunks? You don't want to be my first?"

"Get in the car," he growled.

Brianna laughed out loud. "You know you're really uptight to be such a Don Juan."

"Didn't I just say to get into the damn car?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going," she said turning and walking down the stairs. Trunks shook his head as he followed her to the red mustang convertible.

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After using their VIP passes to get them in the crowded club, Trunks and Brianna scanned the room for their party. A moment passed then Brianna grabbed Trunks' hand and pointed.

"Look they're over there," she yelled over the music. "Come on," she said tugging him along behind her.

"-and they were both butt ass naked!"

Trunks growled as they walked up to the table. `Why that little-'

"Bra!" he barked when he was directly behind her chair.

She jumped in surprise and looked behind her. A smile spread across her face when she saw whom it was. "Why hello Trunks! I was just telling Goten here about some of your little adventures."

Goten wiped his eyes as he caught his breath. "Man Trunks, you forgot to mention that little part when you told me about your date with Carla."

"Yeah well, Ha Ha Ha! Let's all have one big laugh at Trunks' expense," Trunks said sarcastically as he sat next to Goten.

"Oh come on big bro, don't be like that. The people at this table are the only ones I told, I swear. Anyway, no secrets between friends right? We have to keep it all in the family," Bra said.

"Oh yeah? Does that include murder?" Trunks asked.

"I love you, too, Trunks," she said in response.

"I swear between you and Brianna-" he started.

Marron swung her long blond hair and looked at the girl now sitting next to her. "Uh-oh what did you do to Trunks, Bri?"

Brianna smiled across at the blue eyed Saiyan. "I told my mom that Trunks was going to make an honest woman of me."

Marron, Goten, and Bra began to laugh as Pan pouted.

"No fair Trunks! You said I was first," she said playfully.

Trunks held up his hands. "Worry not ladies. I will make sure that I fit every single one of you in."

"Yepee!" Pan said drawing another laugh from the other three.

A waitress walked up and began sitting drinks on the table.

"Hope you guys don't mind, we went ahead and order for you," Marron said.

"No that's fine by me," Brianna said taking a sip of her drink.

Just as Pan touched her drink to her lips Ja Rule's Always on Time began playing across sound system. Sitting her drink down with a thunk she scouted her chair back. "Well it looks like the dance floor is calling me." As she passed his chair she grabbed Trunks' arm and yanked him out of his seat. "Come on you."

"Hey!" he protested. "Why am I always being dragged around by you women? Aren't you guys supposed to be the gentler sex?"

"I'll show you who the gentler sex is if you don't get your ass out of that chair and dance with me," Pan threatened.

Trunks sighed as he was dragged to the dance floor.

"Great!" Bra sighed. "I wanted to dance too. I guess now I'm stuck with you," she said looking across the table.

"I can't possibly be that unlucky," Goten said.

"Oh shut up and come on," Bra said as she got up walked towards the floor with Goten right behind her.

Brianna shook her head and looked at Marron. "Have you ever noticed that we're always the two left sitting at the table?"

Marron chuckled. "I guess Pan and Bra are just quicker to the punch than us."

The two girls sat and watched as their friends whirled around dance floor. After a moment Brianna turned and smiled at Marron.

"You seem a lot more mellow this week," she commented.

"What do you mean?"

"Well last week when Trunks was dancing with someone else you were completely freaking out," Brianna recalled.

"Well that's because last week he was dancing with Ramona Littlejohn. She's been after Trunks as long as I can remember. Tonight he's dancing with Pan which is pretty much like him dancing with Bra…or you for that matter."

"I guess that does make a slight difference," Brianna said.

Marron nodded her head then sighed. "We're so lucky," she said out of the blue.

"Who? Me and you?"

"No. All of us. We're so lucky to be so close. Most people can't find with one person what the six of us have found together. It's very rare."

Brianna thought about the truth of her friend's words. She still remembered the night when Aunt Daisy and Aunt Leaza had brought the five odd children to the party nursery after Magic's first performance of DBZ. Her life had been drastically changed that night and she felt so blessed to have all of them.

"Plus," Marron said in a lighter tone, "things are going to be even better for us when we're all happily paired off."

"Paired off?" Brianna said amused.

"Yeah, when Pan meets her dream man and me and Trunks are finally together…"

Brianna resisted the urge to moan.

"…and Bra and Goten stop playing around-"

"Bra and Goten?!" Brianna interrupted.

Marron rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! You can't tell me you haven't noticed. They're crazy about each. I give them less than month before they're all over each other."

Brianna frowned and looked at the two in question. They did seem to be having a good time dancing to now their third song. But to become serious? She doubted it. But then again Marron was rarely wrong about these things…well except when it came to herself.

"I guess…" Brianna conceded reluctantly.

"Just watch. A month. Probably not even that long. Now for you…well you could marry Derrick. He's absolutely in love with you."

"First of all, I'm not getting married. Second of all, Derrick isn't my type."

"Well what is your type?" Marron asked slipping her drink.

"Well, my type is…Goten."

"Goten?!" Marron said eyes wide.

"Not literally Goten, but a guy like him. Someone who is sweet and caring. There's an innocence about him that's adorable but you and I both know he's anything but. He's fun to be with and plus he's very cute. That's my type."

"Well you can't have Goten. I already gave him to Bra. So we'll just have to find someone Goten-ish for you."

Brianna chuckled. "Yeah, well if you find one let me know."

Just then Goten and Bra both stumbled back to the table after six fast songs. Both were winded.

"Well I'm done," Bra puffed out.

"Whew. I need a drink," Goten said trying to catch his breath.

The girls laughed. That's how they spent the rest of the evening. Laughing, talking, and dancing. Four hours later Brianna found herself once again in the passenger seat of Trunks car, counting out small white sheets of paper.

"15! Ha! Beat that!" she exclaimed.

Trunks reached into his pocket handed her a small stack of his own. "16," he stated.

Brianna's mouth dropped. "There is no way that you got 16 numbers, Trunks," she said already starting to count. She frowned when she counted 16.

"Damn," she muttered.

Trunks laughed. "I win. Again."

"Oh shut up," she said as he pulled into her driveway. She threw the sheets at him then grabbed her purse. As she grabbed the door handle, she turned back to him. "Are you staying?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. I need to talk to you about something," he said turning off the car.

"Oh, Yeah? What?"

"I'll tell you upstairs."

Brianna shrugged and climbed out the car.

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Brianna stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. After brushing her teeth, she exited the bathroom. Trunks was sprawled across her bed on his back, one arm over his eyes giving him the appearance of sleep. He was clad in green plaid pajama pants and a green tank top that he had retrieved from her closet. He stayed so often that he pretty much had his own section in her closet, as did Bra, Goten, Marron, and Pan.

She crawled on the bed and laid beside him on her back, staring at the ceiling waiting for him to speak.

After a moment he sighed. "What am I going to do?"

"What do you mean?" she asked still staring at the ceiling.

"About Marron."

Brianna blinked in surprise and looked at him. "What about her?"

Trunks moved his arm and looked at her. "About her feelings for me."

"You know?"

"Of course I know. It's obvious," he said.

"Oh," was all she could say.

"So what am I supposed to do? I don't want to hurt her. She's one of my best friends, but I don't want to lead her on, either."

Brianna sighed. "I don't know what to tell you. We've all tried to tell her that you're no good, but she won't listen."

"Well thanks," Trunks said sarcastically.

"Don't go getting your feelings hurt. You know what I mean. Marron wants a home, hearth and babies. And you can't even commit to a dog. Even if you guys did date you'd only make her miserable which in turn would make you miserable because you hurt her."

"And she wouldn't listen to any of this," Trunks asked.

"Nope," she said propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at him. "She's determined to save you from the empty life of a bachelor."

Trunks looked at the ceiling. "Maybe I should talk to her. Try to explain things to her. What do you think?"

"I think you should do whatever is right for you."

And that's what he had been waiting to hear. That's what he loved about Brianna. Everyone in his life expected something from. His father wanted him to be the strongest, his mother wanted him to be the smartest, and his friends expected him to be the life of the party. Brianna only expected him to be Trunks. She was like a female version of Goten.

"Thank you," he said.

"No problem," she smiled, her soft brown eyes glowing. "Now I have to go to work tomorrow, so goodnight," she said as she leaned in to kiss him chastely on the cheek.

He didn't know what made him turn his head slightly so that her lips touched his. Brianna's eyes went wide, as he kissed her gently yet by no means friendly. Her shock only lasted a spilt second before she placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself into a sitting position. They stared at each other in disbelief for a few moments. Finally he spoke up.

"I think I'm going to go after all," he said in a whisper.

Brianna could only nod as he got up and gathered his shoes and keys and left the room shutting the door behind him.

Brianna placed a hand on her chest and looked at the floor. What in the world just happened?

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Well I guess you guys now know the first pairing! Please review and tell me how I'm doing on my first non-Vegeta fic. Thanks for reading.