Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Putting the Plan Into Action ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter Eight: Putting the Plan Into Action

 

 

 

Trina put the finishing touches on her makeup. She hadn't told Trunks what she was doing tonight. The only thing he knew was that Bra was picking her up at nine. She wore a pair of black leather pants that molded to her figure, and silver studded belt wrapped around her waist. Her red shirt consisted of a top half that molded itself to her breasts while the bottom was a series of bits and pieces sewn together to give the appearance of concealment. Really, the only thing the shirt concealed was her breasts. She even had on a matching belly button ring. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, her own hair being used as the wrapping. She had on silver hoops and strappy high heels. Her makeup brought out the green in her eyes and the fullness of her lips. In one word she was hot.

 

Smiling in satisfaction, she waited for the sound of Bra's car pulling up in the driveway before she ventured out. She didn't want Trunks to have enough time to actually stop her. Halting at the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed her money and cell phone before yelling goodbye to Trunks. Hearing him coming into the living room, she stood still. Her plan wouldn't work if he didn't catch a good glimpse of her.

 

“I hope you all have fun to…,” he said, gapping at her appearance. She could see the flash of desire in his eyes before he'd concealed it. Smirking, she waited for his next sentence.

 

“Trina, what the hell are you wearing? Where could you possibly wear something like that to,” he questioned, a tinge of anger entering his voice.

 

“Bra and I are going to the new club Shards tonight,” she smiled sweetly.

 

“Like hell you are. I refuse to let you out of the house with that get up on. Are you trying to get laid,” he yelled angrily.

 

“Actually, yes I am,” she said smugly, noticing the shock cross his face. Did he honestly believe she would remain celibate the rest of her life after the incident with Veronica's brother? Men were so stupid.

 

“Regardless of what you are planning, you aren't leaving this house,” he spat, barely controlling his rage.

 

“Trunks, the last time I checked, I am neither your daughter nor you lover. I will do whatever in the hell I feel like doing,” she said coldly, anger starting to creep into her own voice. She knew she shouldn't be mad. She wanted him to have this reaction. But the whole forbidding her from leaving the house thing was a bit much. Turning to open the door, she heard Trunks walk up to stand directly behind her, drilling holes into her neck.

 

“You are not leaving in that outfit, Trina,” he ground out.

 

“Fuck you, Trunks,” she spat slamming the door in his face on the way out. As you wish, he thought.

 

Trina huffed angrily as she settled in Bra's car. If looks could kill, Trunks would have already been dead ten times over. Bra just laughed. She knew her brother, and she'd been expecting something like this. Smiling, she put her car into drive and headed toward tonight's destination. She was wearing something similar to Trina. Her leather pants wear white, but they fit her every bit as good. She, too, had on a silver studded belt. Her shirt was a shimmering aqua, matching her hair perfectly, with strings to tie it around her neck and back, affording a wonderful view of the latter. Her makeup was light, consisting of an iridescent lipstick to draw attention to her luscious mouth and mascara and eyeliner to accentuate her baby blues.

 

“I can't believe that jerk tried to forbid me from leaving the house,” Trina muttered angrily.

 

“I could have told you that would happen,” Bra laughed. Seeing the sullen expression on her friend's face, she reminded her of their purpose tonight. Earning a slight chuckle, she told her Trunks' reaction was a positive step. It meant he didn't want anyone else to see her body like that. He was jealous. Finally cheering the girl up, Bra and Trina joked until they reached Shards.

 

Stepping into the club, they were bombarded with the heavy beat. Smiling at one another, they headed directly toward the dance floor. Soon, they had caught the attention of everyone in the vicinity. A circle formed around them as they demonstrated their obvious skill. After the first song had ended, they had no shortage of partners the rest of the night. Laughing in glee, they continued to have fun, never noticing the twin sets of eyes watching them with thinly veiled jealousy and anger.

 

Trunks and Goten entered the club, their eyes instantly finding the objects of their visit. Seeing the two girls dancing with abandon against any male that came up to them caused twin growls to come forth from each man. They silently set at the bar, their eyes never straying. They gathered information and thought out plans on how to best catch their prey.

 

Trunks remembered his actions after Trina had left. He remembered his rage, jealousy, and pride. His woman was definitely his equal. Smirking, he allowed himself to remember the events of an hour ago.

 

“Fuck you, Trunks,” she spat angrily, slamming the door on her way out. As you wish, he thought smugly. Looking out the window, he noticed his sister was dressed in just as provocative of apparel. So I'll have to find a way to get both of them out of there. Smiling, he called the perfect person.

 

“Hello,” a male voice answer, boredom obvious to Trunks' ears.

 

“Goten, I have a favor to ask,” he spoke calmly.

 

“What do you need man. I've got nothin' to do right now,” he said, a spark of awareness creeping in.

 

“I need you to come with me to the new club Shards,” he said.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because Bra and Trina are going, dressed in apparel not fit for anyone but us to see, and planning to get laid,” he spoke, anger lacing his every word.

 

“What?! Okay, I'll meet you there in an hour,” Goten said hurriedly, already looking for something to wear.

 

“Good, see you soon,” he finished, hanging up on his lifetime friend.

 

Now here they were. He would watch for a few more moments before he interrupted. He wanted to throw the woman over his shoulder and carry her out the door kicking and screaming. The thought brought a small smile to his face. Maybe he would do just that.

 

“I think it's time we revealed ourselves, Goten,” he said evilly.

 

“I couldn't agree more,” his companion answered. Grinning with the same evil smile Trunks possessed, he followed him down to the dance floor. It was time to catch their prey. What fun they were going to have tonight.