Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ The Picnic ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven: The Picnic

 

 

 

Sunlight filtered into the room, the bright light causing the occupants to begin to stir. Trunks was the first to wake up. They'd made love again last night, and he was still buried deep within the woman on top of him. Hearing her heart rate speed up, he watched as she began to stir. She pushed against his chest, sitting up and inadvertently taking him deeper inside of her. He stifled a moan as the woman looked at her surroundings before her green eyes locked with his blue.

 

“I thought last night was a dream,” she quietly said, amazement coating her voice.

 

“Well if it's a dream, I sure as hell don't want to wake up,” he groaned. Her little wiggles were getting him hard again, and he had the insane urge to flip her over and pound himself into her small body. If she kept it up, he wasn't too sure he wouldn't do just that. Trina sat back on her knees, when she felt something inside of her grow. Looking at Trunks wide eyed, she hesitantly pushed back against whatever it was before she found herself on her back, Trunks looming over her. He began to thrust himself into her in a hard, fast pace. She couldn't keep the moans from leaving her mouth as she felt herself quickly approaching that precipice she'd reached last night. She tensed, her inner walls clamping down on his member as he exploded inside of her. Slowly, they were brought back down to earth as he pulled himself from her body, causing them both to groan.

 

“Wow,” she said, no other words able to enter her muddled mind.

 

“That's one word for it,” he said dryly. He was proud of the fact that he'd left her speechless.

 

“Trunks, we need to talk,” she said, fear lightly coating her voice. She would just die if he said that last night was nothing more than lust. She'd given herself to him because she loved him; she only hoped he felt the same.

 

“I agree,” he said.

 

“What exactly was last night,” she asked hesitantly. The fear she felt blanketed her expression. Trunks silently cursed. He should have cleared up a few things last night before he'd taken her. Well, they now had all the time in the world to think over it and talk about it. Turning on his side to face her, he looked deeply into her frightened orbs, readying himself for the hardest confession of his life.

 

“Last night was the first of many for myself and my mate,” he said quietly, studying every expression that crossed her face. He saw confusion first, then understanding, and finally a soul-shattering happiness. Good, he'd made the right decision.

 

“Does this mean what I think it means,” she teased, a breathtaking smile gracing her sleep tousled features. She gently ran her fingers down his chest, grazing his sensitive skin. Gods she was amazing. And now he had the rest of his life to enjoy her.

 

“It means exactly what you're thinking. Saiyans, as my father would say, mate for life. Once you bear the mating mark you and I are bound, even after death,” he said huskily. The touch of her fingers on his body was driving him crazy. He grabbed the fingers that were caressing his chest, stopping their downward motion before drawing them to his mouth and softly kissing each digit. Trina moaned with barely suppressed desire. It was amazing what this man could do to her with just the touch of his lips.

 

“So, where were we,” he grinned. He rolled on top of her, gently pinning her with his weight. Trina smiled seductively, bringing his mouth to hers.

 

“Didn't you say something about a picnic at your mom's last night,” she gasped, as he drew a nipple into his mouth.

 

“That's not until this afternoon. Do you want to stop that much,” he asked dryly.

 

“Not when we have so much time to kill,” she moaned. Grinning, Trunks showed her exactly what he planned to do to her for the rest of their lives.

 

Two o'clock rolled around in what seemed a heartbeat to Bra. She was actually dreading her mother's picnic. Usually she loved going and catching up with those that she hadn't seen in the last few weeks. But Paris was back, and she didn't know if Goten had broken up with her yet or not. Hell, she didn't even know if he was going to break up with her at all. She was almost too afraid to find out.

 

Nervously, she smoothed her pants, wanting to make sure her appearance was perfect. She knew that regardless of whether or not Goten and Paris were over, the woman would most likely be there. Bulma had a tendency to invite the family and any girlfriends they had at the time. Knowing Paris, she would flaunt herself in front of Goten, most likely flirting shamelessly in order to make him jealous. This afternoon would definitely be interesting if nothing else.

 

She quietly walked toward the backyard, a picture of perfection. She wore a pair of aqua Capris that accentuated her long legs and luscious hips. The white, v-neck spaghetti strap tank top drew attention to her bountiful chest. She wore her hair up in a loose clip, exposing her swanlike neck. In one word she was perfection. She reached the entrance to the backyard and entered, bombarded by the sights and smells of her family and the Sons. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on Goten, Paris trying ineffectively to get his attention. Judging by his expression, he wished that he was anywhere but there. Then his deep brown eyes met her cerulean orbs and a smile lit his face.

 

Goten quickly disengaged himself from Paris' grasp, heading directly toward the blue haired goddess that had just entered the backyard. He'd been waiting forever! If she hadn't shown up soon he was afraid he would have cheerfully blasted Paris to oblivion before going to Bra's place to get her. He faintly noticed the look of outrage on his ex-girlfriend's face, but he couldn't even come up with a crumb of guilt. It had taken Bra practically throwing it in his face before he had realized that Paris wasn't for him. He finally reached her before sweeping her up into his arms and crushing her beautiful form to his own.

 

“Gods you don't know how much I've missed you,” he breathed into her hair. Bra laughed breathlessly. Goten was hugging her so tight she almost couldn't breathe.

 

“Goten, it's only been a day, although I'm not about ready to complain about your wonderful welcome. So, where do we stand now,” she asked, a hint of fear in her voice. Drawing away enough to look into her beautiful eyes, he just stared. He couldn't get enough of her, and tonight after the picnic he would show her exactly where they stood.

 

“After the picnic is over, how about we go to your place and talk. FYI, though, Paris is officially out of the picture. However, the apartment is hers so I've been crashing in a hotel since last night after I left the club. I moved all of my stuff out this morning when Paris showed up unexpectedly, and we had a little chat. But I'll tell you everything later,” he said. Smiling, Bra gently nodded her head. She would wait to talk to him until later. Right now, just knowing he was finally hers was enough.

 

He gently set her on her feet before taking her hand, intertwining their fingers before leading her farther into the yard. Their actions had caused all conversation to cease and all eyes to focus their way. He couldn't say he cared all that much. He finally had everything he wanted, and it was wrapped into a beautiful cerulean eyed package.

 

Bra could see the silly grin on her mother's face and the scowl that graced her father's. They both had known of her secret love of the man by her side, and were each in their own way happy for her. Vegeta was most likely scowling because his little girl had grown up than because she was with a Son. He'd had the same look when she moved out. Chichi was practically bursting to come hug what was soon to become the newest addition to her family. When Trunks landed with a beaming Trina in his arms, her world finally completed itself.

 

“Bra,” Trina laughed, disengaging herself from a very reluctant Trunks. The petite brunette wrapped the blue-haired girl in her arms. Gasping, she hugged the excited girl back. Loosening their hold, they leaned away from one another, seeing the truth and happiness in the other's eyes.

 

“I have so much to tell you,” Bra said excitedly.

 

“Me too,” Trina said.

 

The girls hurried away from the group, secluding themselves near a well shaded area of grass. For the next couple of hours they talked and gossiped about what had happened between last night and that afternoon. Trunks and Goten watched the women talking animatedly with one another wryly. They eyed one another with amusement, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

A few minutes later, Bulma called everyone to eat. Goten threaded his fingers with Bra while Trunks did the same with Trina. Paris eyed the blue haired goddess with malice across the table. She had been controlling Goten for years, keeping him on a tight leash. Then the little upstart in front of her had to go and ruin it. That was okay though. She would pay very soon.

 

After the meal, Trina and Trunks said their goodbyes, flying back toward their home. Bra waved happily to her friend before turning and carrying some of the dishes into the house. Everyone else was outside visiting, but she figured it wouldn't hurt her to help a little. Setting the dishes in the sink, she turned only to be confronted by a very angry Paris.

 

“You think you can just take him from me,” she spat in Bra's face. Worriedly, the blue haired girl back away from the angry female.

 

“I never took him from you, Paris. That was his choice to make,” she replied calmly, locking eyes with angry brown.

 

“You seduced him. With your good looks and money, it was probably easy,” the older woman raged. Backing a little farther from the female in front of her, Bra cast a worried glance to the backyard. No one was paying attention to the kitchen drama. She wasn't afraid of Paris as much as she was afraid of hurting the woman if she was attacked. Even without ever training, her demi Saiyan blood gave her strength beyond a normal human male, let alone a female.

 

“Goten and I love one another, Paris. Why can't you just accept it,” she asked softly.

 

“I won't let you take him from me,” the woman shouted before throwing a punch toward Bra's face. Acting instinctively, she dodged the blow coming toward her before pushing the angry woman away from her. Paris hit the wall hard enough to cause it to crack, stunning the violent woman. Getting up, she flew at Bra again. Grabbing her outstretched arms, she flipped Paris over her head, throwing her onto the kitchen table with a thud, knocking the breath from the dark haired brunette.

 

Suddenly, Bra heard people running toward her, feet pounding against the grass outside before hitting the open entrance of the kitchen. Turning, she met the eyes of several stunned family members and Goten. Paris slid off the kitchen table and ran into his arms, crying hysterically.

 

“Oh Goten,” she cried with fake tears, “that horrible girl attacked me for no reason. I was just trying to help bring in the dishes when she just came out of nowhere and hit me.” She pressed herself against his strong chest. Goten shot her an incredulous look before turning his eyes toward the still panting heiress, a silent question in his eyes.

 

“Bra?”

 

“I was bringing some dishes in to help Mom. When I turned around, there she was. She started ranting about me taking you from her before she tried to punch me. I pushed her away from me and she hit the wall over there,” she said, pointing to the indention in the wall, tiny cracks littering it.

 

“I thought she'd give up after that, but then she flew at me. I just reacted on instinct. I grabbed her wrists and threw her over my shoulders onto the table,” she finished, silently asking him to believe her. Looking at her intently for a few seconds, he then looked down at the woman in his arms.

 

“Paris?”

 

“When I put the dishes in the sink, I turned around to find her staring angrily at me,” she whimpered, “She started ranting about how I'd kept you from her for so long. I just laughed at first, but then she grabbed me and threw me against the wall. I was a bit dazed and then she threw me over her shoulder and I hit the kitchen table. Goten, I was so scared.”

 

Goten stared at the woman in his arms for a long time before he disengaged himself from her arms. Silently, he walked over to Bra, wrapping his arms around the petite female and turning to face a shocked Paris. She had been so sure her plan had worked. What had she done wrong?

 

“Bra was telling the truth. First off, I saw her enter the house with the dishes. Secondly, if she really wanted to hurt you, rather than just defend herself, she could and would have. If just pushing you caused that much damage, her attacking you would have caused at least a few broken bones. I knew you never like to lose what you think yours, Paris, but I never thought you would stoop this low.”

 

Turning from the fuming woman, he kept one arm around Bra's waist as he led her from the kitchen. He could hear Bulma cheerfully informing Paris that she was going to be escorted from the premises and never to show her face again. Smiling grimly, he opened the passenger door to his Jaguar, helping Bra into the car before closing it and walking around to the driver's side. Getting in, he started it up and drove away. It was time he and Bra sorted a few things out.