State of the Art   von Nevaeh
                              (OneShot Sammlung)
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                Kapitel 1: D'ya wanna marry me? (Vegeta/Bulma)
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„Papa, Papa! Wenn ich groß bin, werd ich deine Braut! Heiratest du mich?“
 
Bra schienen vor Begeisterung fast die Augen aus dem Kopf zu fallen, zumindest
kam es Vegeta so vor, als er ihren plötzlichen Antrag zu hören bekam. Er war
zu perplex, um darauf eine sinnvollere Antwort zu geben als ein schlichtes:
„Was?“
 
„Du musst mich heiraten, Papa! Ich bin eine Prinzessin und du bist ein Prinz,
also heiraten wir!“
 
Vegeta war klar, dass seine Tochter nur wieder eine spontane, absolut
blödsinnige Idee hatte, aber er konnte nicht umhin, einen kurzen Moment der
Freude zu empfinden, dass seine kleine Tochter ihn so gern hatte, dass sie ihn
heiraten wollte! In einem Impuls väterlicher Liebe drückte er sie an sich und
beschloss zu schweigen. in solchen Situationen ignorierte man am besten die
Pflicht auf eine Antwort. Nur leider hatte er ganz vergessen, dass sich der Rest
der Familie ebenfalls im Wohnzimmer befand und seinen schönen Moment störten,
indem sie sich nicht gerade darum bemühten, sich nicht den Arsch abzulachen.
 
„Heißt das, ich darf?“ Bra versuchte, hochzusehen, was ihr allerdings nicht
gelang in Vegetas Umarmung.
 
„Krieg ich dann ne Einladung, Papa?“ Trunks sah ihn mit großen Augen an was
Bulma dazu brachte, vollends laut loszulachen.
 
„Du hast ja nicht mal mich geheiratet, aber nur zu!“
 
Vegeta setzte seinen besten Todesblick auf, aber wenn die Empfänger nicht mal
hinsahen, büßte er leider einiges an Effizienz ein. Mit einem Schnauben wandte
sich wieder seiner Tochter zu.
 
„Natürlich heißt das ja, Bra. Du kriegst die beste Hochzeit, die du dir nur
vorstellen kannst, und du solltest dir gut überlegen, ob du den IDIOTISCHEN
Teil der Familie auch einladen willst.“
 
Als Antwort wurde das Lachen nur lauter. Sollten sie ruhig lachen! Als ob ihn
das jetzt stören würde!
 
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Einen Tag später waren alle guten Vorsätze erschöpft. Die neue Begeisterung
seiner Tochter für ihre familiäre Beziehung fing langsam an, ihm auf die
Nerven zu gehen, aber er fühlte sich auch nicht der Herausforderung gewachsen,
ihr das zu sagen. Immerhin war Bulma nicht in der Nähe…
Er schloss kurz die Augen, um sich mental vorzubereiten, bevor er Bra fest in
die Augen sah, die sich an seinem Knie festhielt.
 
„Bra, geh spielen.“
 
Ihr fröhlicher Gesichtsausdruck verwandelte sich sofort in pure Verzweiflung.
 
„Aber Papaaaa, warum? Ich bin jetzt deine Braut, ich bleib hier! Und beeil
dich, ich will spielen!“
 
So viel dazu. Wann lernen Menschenkinder eigentlich, dass die Toilette ein
Privatraum ist? Genervt stand er auf und drückte die Spülung. Zuerst musste er
wohl seine Tochter ablenken, bevor er Ruhe haben würde.
 
„Komm, ich geb dir ein Eis. Oder zwei. So viele du willst. Bei deiner
Großmutter.“
 
Bra schrie begeistert auf, aber sie protestierte nicht und mehr konnte er nun
wirklich nicht erwarten.
 
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„Papa, Papa, ich komm mit Baden! Schau mal, den Reifen hat mir Opa geschenkt,
und er ist gelb und hat grüne Punkte, schau mal Papaaa!“
 
Mittlerweile war er fast schon so weit, Trunks als sein neues Lieblingskind
anzusehen. Zumindest hatte er weniger gequengelt! Ignorieren… das schien die
einzige Methode, sich davon abzuhalten, Bra einfach an ihrem neuen Reifen zu
packen und vor die Tür zu setzen. Also schwieg er und zog sich aus,
offensichtlich war Baden auch keine Privatsache mehr.
 
Als er gerade in die Badewanne steigen wollte, registrierte er allerdings eine
neu aufgetretene Stille. Ein Blick genügte, um die großen Augen seiner Tochter
zu bemerken, die auf seine unteren Körperregionen gerichtet waren. DAS musste
ja auch noch sein, jetzt fiel ihr das auf, nicht, als sie ihn aufs Klo verfolgt
hatte oder mit ihrem Bruder gebadet hatte! Er drehte sich schnell um, um ein
Handtuch oder irgendwas zu finden, das er sich vorhalten konnte, als er auf
einmal ein Kichern hörte.
 
„Das sieht ja aus wie bei den Fanten aus dem Zoo!“
 
Vegeta runzelte nur die Stirn, weil er gelinde gesagt keine Ahnung hatte, von
was sie redete, als er wieder einmal Bulma lachen hörte. Was hatte sie
überhaupt hier zu suchen!
 
„Komm schon, das Wasser wird kalt.“ Kurzentschlossen hob er Bra hoch und
ließ sie ins Wasser plumpsen, bevor er selber in die Wanne stieg. War das etwa
die Strafe für sein nicht gerade vorbildliches Leben? Von seiner Tochter
verfolgt und gefoltert zu werden? Trunks war wesentlich leichter zu ertragen
gewesen in dem Alter!
 
Er ließ sich tiefer ins Wasser sinken, als seine Tochter zu ihm paddelte und
ihm an die Schulter stupste.
 
„Guck mal, Papa.“
 
Er guckte lange genug, um sie samt Reifen und was auch immer sie in der Hand
hielt an das andere Ende der Wanne zu schnipsen, bevor er sich über das Gesicht
fuhr und sich wieder und wieder fragte, warum Kinder überhaupt existieren
mussten und nicht einfach als Erwachsene geboren werden konnten!
 
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Er war allein. Nur er und Bulma, sein Bett und vor allem… seine Ruhe. Das
etwas so selbstverständliches so kostbar werden könnte… seine angenehmen
Gedanken wurden von einem lauten Knall unterbrochen, der ihn nur ängstlich die
Tür ansehen ließ.
 
„Vegeta, ich glaube, da ist gerade ein Auto gegen unsere Tür gefahren.“
 
Kein Auto, nein, das wäre zu einfach. Wie konnte sie nur seelenruhig vor ihrem
Spiegel sitzen und sich mit irgendwas einschmieren, wenn … wenn …
 
„Papaaaaa, lass mich rein!“ Und noch ein Knall, der die ganze Tür zum beben
brachte.
 
Bulma sah kurz hoch aber Vegeta blieb standhaft. Keine Kinder im Schlafzimmer.
Einfach ignorieren…
 
„Ich will rein, lass mich rein!“ Kurze Stille, auf einmal ein Geräusch, das
sich wie schluchzen anhörte. Sie wird doch nicht…
 
„Papaaa, du magst mich nicht mehr!“
 
Sie hatte noch nicht mal fertig gejammert, als er schon die Tür geöffnet
hatte. Nein, er wollte sie nicht mehr sehen bis zum nächsten Morgen, aber seine
kleine, unschuldige, hilflose Tochter weinen zu hören, das war auf keinen Fall
möglich.
 
„Darf ich hier schlafen?“ Und schon lachte sie wieder. Manipulatives Ding.
 
„Bra, das ist das Schlafzimmer, das ist nur für Erwachsene. Du schläfst in
deinem eigenen Zimmer.“ Bulma sah nicht mal hoch, als sie das sagte.
 
Danke an alle Gottheiten des Universums, das zumindest sie wusste, wie man
dieses Problem los wird!
 
„Aber Trunks schläft nich hier.“ Bra zog einen Schmollmund und hielt sich
weiter an Vegetas Shirt fest. Wäre auch zu leicht gewesen.
 
„Trunks ist auch noch kein Erwachsener, Bra. Und jetzt geh ins Bett.“
 
„Nein.“ Noch ein bisschen fester. Sie hatte ein paar Haare erwischt, aber er
konnte keinen Schmerz zeigen…
 
„Bra! Du willst doch nicht, dass ich…“
 
„Nur einmal, Mama! Bitte! Ich bin doch Papas Braut!“
 
Vegeta beschloss, es wäre an der Zeit, sich einzumischen. „Eine Nacht, und
das wars!“ Und jetzt lass los! Er widerstand dem Drang, sich die schmerzende
Stelle zu reiben, als Bra quietschend auf das Bett sprang. Bulma sah ihn nur
wissend an, bevor sie sich wieder ihrem Gesicht zuwandte. Was auch immer, eine
Nacht würde er schon überleben.
 
„Seit wann sind wir denn so nachlässig?“
 
Vegeta entschied sich, nicht darauf zu antworten und zog sich stattdessen aus.
 
„Du meinst doch nicht, das ist mit heute gegessen? Kinder sind wie Haustieren,
wenn man sie einmal lässt, dann wollen sie immer. Das weißt du schon,
oder?“
 
Haustiere hatten zu gehorchen, und Kinder auch. Er hatte ihr eine Nacht gegeben
und das wars. Da brauchte sie ihm nichts einreden.
 
„Na ja, ich kanns ja gut aushalten. Ein paar Tage sind nicht so schlimm, für
mich zumindest.“
 
Okay, das klang jetzt seltsam.
 
„Was?“
 
„Na kein Sex. Oder willst du deine Tochter über den Elefanten in deiner Hose
aufklären?“ Ihr Blick wanderte kurz zu seiner Unterhose, bevor sie ihn
angrinste und sich anfing, die Haare zu kämmen.
 
„Bitte, ich hab Trunks übernommen, du kannst Bra haben.“
 
Er sah sie nur an. Dann sah er sich an. Dann die Decke, als er im Bett lag, mit
seiner Tochter, die sich schon wieder an sein Oberteil klammerte und dann auf
Bulma, die sofort eingeschlafen war, diese Verräterin, was meinte sie mit Tage,
mit irgendeiner Zeit die länger als in Stunden zu zählen war!
Es war ja nicht so, als ob er es nicht aushalten könnte, aber er wollte
schlicht und ergreifend nicht!
 
Hier ging es ums Prinzip… und um ihre hübschen Brüste, die fast zu
verführerisch halb aus ihrem Oberteil hingen. Wenn er schon keinen Sex bekam…
Vegeta streckte vorsichtig seine Hand aus, Bra aufzuwecken war sicherlich das
letzte, was er wollte, und zupfte ein wenig an Bulmas Top, um mehr zu sehen zu
bekommen. Damit konnte er leben, diese Nacht zumindest. Er musste sich sowieso
schon des Öfteren fragen, was sie eigentlich immer wollte von wegen ‚ich hab
schon zwei Kinder gekriegt, schau nicht so genau hin‘, für ihn waren sie
perfekt, groß, aber sie lagen noch gut in der Hand und…
 
„Was machssu da?“
 
Verdammt. Bulma sah in verschlafen an und zog sich mit einer Hand das Oberteil
wieder hoch. Verdammt! Aber jetzt war´s auch schon egal. Kurzentschlossen
zupfte er sich seine Tochter von der Brust, diesmal wirklich sicher gehend, dass
die betreffende Person nicht aufwachte und hob Bulma hoch.
 
„Hey, was … was soll das?“
 
„Nicht jetzt, sie schläft.“
 
Er versuchte, möglichst leise aus dem Schlafzimmer zu schlüpfen, aber Bulma
erwies sich als nicht sehr kooperativ.
 
„Ist das jetzt dein ernst? Ich hab auch geschlafen, bevor du meine Nippel
befummelt hast!“
 
Vegeta sah sie nur böse an, bis er die Tür erreicht hatte und leise raus
geschlichen war. Er atmete erleichtert aus, was von einem ungläubigen Schnauben
quittiert wurde und machte sich etwas schneller auf den Weg in das untere
Stockwerk, möglichst weit weg vom Schlafzimmer. Er ließ Bulma unzeremoniell
auf die Couch fallen und fing sofort an, sein Oberteil loszuwerden, aber Bulma
dachte nicht daran, es ihm so leicht zu machen.
 
„Sag mal spinnst du? Das war deine Idee, Bra bei uns schlafen zu lassen! Es
ist grad mal eine Nacht, meinst du, ich muss immer springen, wenn du was willst
und sowieso brauchst du gar nicht zu denk…“
 
Vegeta unterbrach Bulma kurzerhand, indem er sie küsste. Die Methode
funktionierte immer. Als er sich wieder von ihr löste, sah sie ihn nur böse
an.
 
„So leicht kriegst du mich nicht, du Arsch!“
 
Vegeta grinste nur, als er sich noch einmal runter beugte und sie ein weiteres
Mal küsste. Sie seufzte leise in seinen Mund und schlug ihm einmal gegen den
Arm, aber er wusste sowieso schon, dass er gewonnen hatte.
 
„Du musst nicht meinen, dass ich jetzt jede Nacht geweckt werde, nur damit der
Herr wen zum vögeln hat…“ Bulma fuhr ihm durch die dichten Haare auf seiner
Brust.
 
„Hier geht´s ums Prinzip!“
 
Bulma sah ihn böse an, bevor sie ihre Hand zur Faust ballte und einmal kräftig
zog. Vegeta verzog sein Gesicht, darauf bedacht, sie keinen Schmerz hören zu
lassen.
 
„Tut´s noch weh? Bra ist noch klein, aber sie ist schon sehr kräftig, wie
ihr Papa…“
 
Er schubste nur ihre Hand von der schmerzenden Stelle auf seiner Brust weg .
 
Bulma grinste. „Was auch immer. Wird das jetzt heut noch was oder soll ich‘s
mir selber machen?“
 
Er überlegte kurz, einfach aufzustehn und wegzugehen. Kurz. „Du kleines
Miststück…“
 
„So hast du´s doch gern…“
 
Er hörte nur noch leises Keuchen, als er mit seiner Hand in ihr Höschen fuhr.
Für ihr permanentes Gemecker war sie erstaunlich feucht. Er zog die Hand wieder
raus, ein empörtes Schnauben von Bulma folgte.
 
„Grad wurd´s interessant!“ Vegeta schnaubte, als er sich die zwei Finger in
den Mund steckte und langsam ableckte, die er gerade noch in Bulma hatte.
„Jetzt wird´s noch interessanter, Bulma.“
 
„Ich hasse es, wenn du das machst, das ist so widerlich!“ Sie legte ihren
Kopf schief, um ihn leichter an ihren Hals zu lassen.
 
„Aber wenn ich dich direkt dort lecke, dann stört es dich nicht?“ Er lachte
leicht gegen Bulmas Hals. „Ihr Erdlinge seid so seltsam.“
 
„Nur dieser Erdling, Geta, nur ich.“ Sie ließ ihre Hände über seinen
Rücken fahren, über die vorstehenden Muskeln bis zum Bund seiner Pyjamahose,
zog daran, weiter, bis vor zu seinem halb erigierten Penis, fuhr leicht mit
ihren langen Fingernägeln darüber, bis sie ihn Keuchen hörte und die warme
Luft gegen ihren Hals schlug.
 
„Mach schon.“ Er ließ sich nicht zweimal bitten. In einer schnellen
Bewegung änderte er ihre Position, ließ sie auf sich sitzen. Sie fummelte an
ihrer Unterwäsche, bis er Bulma hektisch hochhob und es selbst erledigte.
„Bist du jetzt fertig?“
 
Bulma lachte, presste ihre großen Brüste gegen ihn.
 
Sie versuchten, ihr Stöhnen auf ein Minimum zu beschränken, Vegeta war sich
nicht sicher, ob er die Schlafzimmertür zugemacht hatte, und sowieso, sie
hatten noch ein zweites Kind. Und Schwiegereltern.
 
„Vegeta…“
 
Er beschleunigte seine Bewegungen etwas, schwierig genug, ohne dabei Bulma
ausversehen einen Knochen zu brechen. „Was?“
 
„Du bist so abgelenkt…“
 
Ein wenig. Und das wollte was heißen, wenn Bulmas Brüste vor seinem Gesicht
auf und ab wippten. Er legte sie kurzerhand auf die Couch, um mehr
Bewegungsfreiheit zu bekommen.
 
„Zu abgelenkt, hm?“ Er hob ihre Beine an seine Schultern und drang tiefer in
sie ein, schneller, sein Stöhnen wurde tiefer. Bulmas Gesicht war gerötet,
ihre Augen halb geschlossen, ihr Blick selbstzufrieden. Sie liebte es, wenn er
diese unmenschlichen Geräusche von sich gab, wenn sie wusste, dass er kurz
davor war, seine Beherrschung zu verlieren, es aber nie tat, ihr Körper würde
das nicht aushalten, dieser kleine Nervenkitzel…
 
Sie sah ihn an, ihre hübschen hellen Augen halb geschlossen. Kein Wunder, das
so viele Erdlinge sie haben wollten, als sie noch verfügbar war, und die
bekamen nicht einmal die braunen Punkte auf ihrem Gesicht zu sehen, die er so
liebte.
 
„GETA! Verdammt nochmal!“
 
„Hör auf, dich zu beschweren!“
 
„Dann streng dich ein bisschen mehr an, wegen dir lieg ich hier
überhaupt…“ Bulma zog einen Schmollmund. Wieso konnte sie überhaupt noch
klar denken? Offensichtlich hatte er sich tatsächlich nicht genug Mühe
gegeben.
 
Sie packte ihre Brüste und fing an, sie langsam zu massieren. „Magst du die
zwei gar nicht mehr, einfach nur rein und fertig, offensichtlich bin ich nicht
mehr wert nach zwei Kindern…“
 
Vegeta rollte mit den Augen. DAS schon wieder. Er packte sie an den
Oberschenkeln und zog sie ein wenig höher. „Die zwei machen mich
wahnsinnig…“
 
Bulma zog eine Augenbraue hoch. „Redest du von den beiden…?“ Sie presste
ihre Brüste zusammen. „Oder von den andern beiden da oben?“
 
Anstatt zu antworten, presste er sein Gesicht zwischen ihre Brüste und fing
wieder an sich zu bewegen, schneller, so viel wie sie gerade noch vertragen
konnte. Sie klammerte sich an seine Schultern, er konnte spüren, wie ihre Beine
sich um ihn legten, wie sie sich bei jedem Stoß verengte. Er hob seinen Kopf
leicht. „Ist das jetzt besser?“
 
Sie konnte nicht antworten, ihre Hand lag auf ihrem Mund um nicht laut zu
stöhnen. Er stoppte kurz, drehte sie um, auf ihre Knie. So kam er besser an sie
ran und es war zu gut, ihren Orgasmus zu spüren, als dass er nicht dafür
sorgen würde, dass sie einen bekam. Bulmas Keuchen wurde stärker, sie
versuchte, ihre Hüfte näher an ihn zu pressen. Er grollte, versuchte sich
davon abzuhalten, Bulma zu beißen, so kurz davor…
 
„PAPA!“
 
Beide waren sofort stocksteif. Bulma drehte langsam ihren Kopf nach hinten.
„Ist sie hier?“
 
Vegeta hob sich genauso langsam, um über die Couch zu sehen. „Nein, das kam
von oben.“
 
„PAPA!“
 
„Verdammt, ist sie aufgewacht?“ Bulma versuchte aufzustehn und stupste mit
ihrem Hintern gegen Vegeta, der sich nicht rührte.
 
„Was machst du da, mittendrin…“
 
„Mittendrin? Ich will nicht, dass sie hier runter läuft!“
 
„Hör auf zu…“
 
„Sie kommt schon nicht…“
 
„Zieh ihn raus, ich meins ernst!“
 
„Argh!“
 
Pause. Bulma sah nur entgeistert in Vegetas geschocktes Gesicht, als er sich
langsam von ihr löste.
 
„Bist du gerade gekommen?“
 
„Was soll ich machen, du hast so viel gezappelt!“
 
Bulma kniff ihre Augen zusammen. „Na dann kannst ja jetzt raufgehn zu deiner
Prinzessin!“
 
„Du kannst gleich mitkommen!“
 
„Mir läuft SPERMA das Bein runter! Geh allein!“
 
Mit einem Grummeln zog sich Vegeta die Hose hoch und stapfte zurück ins
Schlafzimmer. Er hoffte nur, dass Bra sich nicht einbildete, noch eine Nacht bei
ihnen schlafen zu müssen!
 
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Bras Hochzeitspläne hielten sich nicht mehr lange. Schon am nächsten Morgen
zeigte sie sich verstimmt, dass ihr Papa sie allein gelassen hatte und als er
sie drücken wollte, schrie sie nur entgeistert auf dank der Bartstoppel, die
sie in ihre Wange piekten. Einerseits erleichtert, war Vegeta doch etwas
traurig, die Liebe seiner Tochter so schnell verloren zu haben.
 
Bulma rührte in ihrem Kaffe. „Nimm sie mit in n Zoo, dann is sie wieder ganz
dein.“
 
„Woher…“
 
„Ach komm schon.“ Sie sah kurz hoch. „Ernsthaft.“
 
Trunks ignorierte die Anspielungen seiner Eltern, Zoo klang… „Darf ich auch
mit?“
 
Später am Tag wusste Vegeta immerhin was ein Elefant war.
 
Fin.
 
 



       Kapitel 2: Sech'zons Revenge, the Final Chapter! (Vegeta/Radditz)
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Sech´zon was already bleeding  from multiple wounds, but this was not the time
to give up! Two of his eight  arms were heavily wounded, but just one look at
the tearing eyes of his loving  companion Tra´tia made him realize, there was
no way other than to…
 
“Still reading that shit?”
 
Vegeta looked up, a scowl on his  face.
 
“So what? That’s a classic, you  dork!” He flipped his comic book, to get
a better view at his team mate. “You  wouldn´t know, your brain probably
hurts when you start reading anyway.”
 
Radditz just lifted an eyebrow,  before he focused on scrubbing his armor again.
 
“Whatever. But at your age, you should  try reading something with boobs in
it, you know. Girls? Humanoid tits or  something? Those tentacle things don´t
fit into that description.”
 
Vegeta lifted his comic, covering  his face.
 
“I don´t care, so shut up!”
 
Radditz huffed, but didn´t respond. Vegeta  bit his lip, frowned… It wasn´t
as if he didn´t want to see some tits. But he  would never hear the end of it,
if he would buy something like that and Radditz  was very protective of his own
stuff and anyway, some real ones would be much  better, but … he wasn´t even
that sure what he was supposed to be attracted to.  Saiyan women, probably.
Would´ve been easier, if he had actually seen one in  his life (at least that
part of his life he remembered). It occurred to him  since he started jerking
off a few months ago. It was really not helpful to get  distracted while he was
at it if he was imagining the right species, if a  Revorian was quite right or
if he should rather think of a Beeva or maybe a  Saiyan, but what if he imagined
them wrong and he would be sexually disoriented  for the rest of his life… he
actually thought of asking Nappa what to do, but  that was too awkward. Way too
awkward.
 
He flipped a page, pretending to  read while peeking over the edge. Radditz was
still polishing or whatever, he  didn´t care. Have they looked like him? He had
long hair and was rather lanky,  but he was so tall. Maybe he could imagine him
with tits, that would be close.  Probably.
 
Vegeta looked back at the page,  Sech´zon was just slaughtering some enemies,
not even noticing another arm  getting sliced off. That´s what happens when a
pair of tits awaits you! Well,  no, they didn´t have those, but if they had,
that would´ve been nice…
 
He was getting distracted again.  Another quick look, Radditz was just getting
up, starting to undress. His  behind was alright, could pull off a girl just
fine.
 
“You look just like a girl.”
 
Radditz stopped at his pants,  turning slowly.
 
“What?”
 
Vegeta looked startled. Did he just…
 
“Say what AGAIN?”
 
Yep. No backing off now.
 
“Ahm… I said, you look very… like… a  woman. I guess.”
 
Radditz´ eyes turned to slits,  before his gaze wandered farther south. Vegeta
followed, realizing his body  betraying him in the meanest way possible.
 
Before he could make up his mind for  an excuse, Radditz stomped over to him and
punched him hard enough for him to  feel some blood pooling in his mouth.
 
“You little shit! Think you can get  away with everything now! I think you
need some manners beaten into that thick  head of yours!”
 
Nappa had told him often enough to  set priorities in a fight. Focus on the
important things. Vegeta figured the  safety of his rare copy of this absolute
classic comic book was worth a few  punches to the head, although he had to yelp
a little. Tiny little bit. He was  just about to defend himself, when he heard
the hydraulic from the door.  Radditz obviously noticed it too, only to be
greeted by a nasty punch to his  nose.
 
“What did I tell you two?”
 
Radditz wasn´t particularly keen to  answer Nappa´s question, but maybe the
pained noises coming out of his  mutilated nose had something to do with it.
 
“He started! I was just… ouch!”
 
Nappa slapped Vegeta hard enough to  leave a handprint on his cheek.
 
“I wasn´t asking any questions. Now  shut the fuck up, you idiots! It is
impossible to get any work done when you  two are on the station.”
 
Nappa underlined it with slapping  Radditz over the head before leaving again.
Vegeta mumbled some obscenities  while rubbing his innocent cheek.
 
“Every god damn time the same! All  your fault, you know he has to do that
shitty paper work.”
 
Radditz got up, obviously not in the  mood to continue their argument, while
Vegeta just looked at him with big eyes.
 
“I… I haven´t done anything, jerk!  Fuck you!”
 
Ignoring the fact that his hard on  was still more than visible in his tight
pants, he grabbed something of the  pile next to his bunk and pretended to read.
He heard Radditz mumbling  something. He obviously had gotten undressed already,
probably wanted to take a  shower, what did he care that he would be alone for
the  next ten minutes! Not a bit! At all! Not him the prince of all…
 
“Vegeta.”
 
He almost ripped his comic. That was  probably what a heart attack felt like! He
tried to smooth it over, looking  unimpressed.
 
“Yes, Radditz? Actually…” He raised  his comic again. “I´m busy,
audiences with the prince are rare and currently  unavailable. You are
dismissed.”
 
Silence. That had been one risky  move. Most of the time Radditz would punch him
till he peed blood, but it  seemed like he didn´t want to. He risked a little
peak, cursing himself when he  saw Radditz still standing there, staring at him.
In his underwear.
 
“I am so sorry, your Highness, it  just came to my mind you might want help
with that.”
 
Vegeta looked in the direction he  pointed. He didn’t get it.
 
“What? I can read, idiot!”
 
He heard some chuckling which made  him only angrier.
 
“I meant, I could offer you some  help with your sexual frustration, you
little twat, since you are obviously  fantasizing about me. But you´re right,
that would be totally awkward  afterwards and what if Nappa came in cause you
are screaming so loud while I  ride you through multiple orgasms, hardly
containing all your…”
 
“I´ll come! With you, I mean. I need  a shower. Definitely.”
 
It was embarrassing. He would regret  it later. They were a team and he had to
spend literally all the time with him.  That was really a bad bad idea and he so
didn’t care. He got rid of his uniform  as fast as possible and went to the
other room. It would be awesome and nothing  else!
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
The first thing he did was turning  on the shower. And then getting rid of his
underwear. That was… awkward, but  still not enough to rid Vegeta of his
confusion.
 
“I thought… are you really showering  now?”
 
Radditz turned around. Three shades  of red on Vegeta´s face later, Radditz was
finally ripped out of his stupor and  started to laugh heartily.
 
“Okay, I´m missing out on something  you stupid fuck don´t ever talk to me
again!”
 
Vegeta was just out of the door when  he quickly turned around, five shades of
red more on his face.
 
“Nappa shouldn´t hear us.”
 
“Oh Prince, thou are so wise!”  Radditz could hardly contain his giggles.
“But you´re still so young, you´ll  learn with age. Like me.”
 
Vegeta gave him a dirty look, but  decided to move a few steps towards Radditz.
Cautious. He gave Radditz’  privates a short glance, very short. It was so
big. And hairy. Totally not like  his. Maybe that hadn´t been a good idea,
maybe he should go, he still could go,  leave, now!
 
Radditz grabbed him and pushed him  under the shower. But he could still flee.
 
“Vegeta, have you done this before?”
 
Vegeta looked to the floor, to the  ceiling, at Radditz’ arm… at his face.
“Nnnn… yeah. Kinda.”
 
“Jerking off doesn´t count.”
 
“What does it matter, I mean  everyone knows how it works, you know, I know,
everyone!”
 
Radditz’ eyes turned into slits.  “Alright then.” He moved his head down,
in the direction of Vegeta’s mouth, who  jerked his head away the second he
realized what was happening.
 
“What are you DOING?”
 
“Stop screaming! What do you think,  I was about to kiss you! I thought
everyone knows everything there is to know,  or not?”
 
“Bu… yes. But no. Don´t do that, it´s  weird. Just… just let´s get it
over with. The other stuff.”
 
He got a stern look from Radditz.  “I´m not going to fuck you if you refuse
to kiss. That’s ridiculous, you´re not  a hoe.”
 
“What does that have to do with  anything?”
 
“You´ll find out. And now open your  mouth!”
 
“No!”
 
“Do it or I make you!”
 
“Try! I wanna see you try tha…”
 
He didn´t get farther since Radditz  decided to end the arguing with some
action. Vegeta didn´t like it, at all. He  had tried kissing before and thought
it awful to use the mouth that way,  seriously, it was for eating, not for…
the moment Radditz managed to get his  tongue inside he changed his opinion a
little bit. Tiny bit. Maybe he was  distracted by his moaning.
 
“See, wasn´t that bad, was it?”
 
Vegeta panted, trying to figure out  what the fuck just happened.
 
“Now let´s get rid of your pants.”
 
That changed in an instant.  “Already? Like now? What?”
 
“For fuck´s sake you owe me so much  you little asshole…”
 
He kissed him again and Vegeta felt  his knees melt away. Strangely, he also
felt his pants melt away, but that  didn’t matter, not right now, so good…
So not good! He pushed Radditz away, his  face clearly marked by shock and
betrayal.
 
“What are you doing? Don´t do that!”
 
Radditz rolled his eyes, his  understanding seemed to reach a limit. “What do
you think, not gonna put it in  your unused ass without some precautions.
That´s not how it´s done. I told you  to read something useful, you would know
that, then.”
 
Vegeta tried to push Radditz further  away from him, but he didn´t budge.
Asshole. “I know that, get your fingers out  of me! I should do that!”
 
“Don´t make me laugh, you really  thought for a second I would let you?”
 
Vegeta looked away, flustered.  “Well… yes.”
 
“Maybe we should communicate. What did you want to do?”
 
“I don´t know, I thought you´d do it  with your hand or your… mouth or
something…” he murmured.
 
“I can´t hear you.”
 
“Yes you can! I´m not gonna repeat  it!”
 
Radditz rolled his eyes. “Nah, come  on, that´s not fun at all. You´ve got a
hand and with a little practice you may  even use your own mouth.”
 
“Eew.”
 
Radditz slapped him over his head.  “Don´t make that noise. Alright, I tell
you something, okay? To lighten up the  mood.”
 
Vegeta nodded, not knowing what was  about to happen and absolutely not sure if
he wanted to anyway. Radditz started  moving his fingers again, which made him
very uncomfortable.
 
“You know, Veggie, when I first came  to Vegeta-sei…”
 
“You mean after you begged them to  let you in, you reject…”
 
Radditz hit him on the side of his  head. “Shut it. I don´t need to be
nice!”
 
“Yeah, cause I won´t remember it all  when I´m stronger than you!”
 
“Whatever, take another finger, if  you insist.”
 
“Argh!” Vegeta grabbed Radditz´  shoulders for support. Wasn´t easy
considering his height difference.
 
“Do you need help with that? Come  on, I´ll help you!” He lifted him up
with one arm, the other still occupied  elsewhere.
 
“You could simply LET GO!”
 
“And when I arrived, I got assigned  to a unit. They were all kinda curious
about my hair. No one had long hair,  they all cut it off! Can you imagine
that?”
 
“Told you you look like a girl,  Radditz! Let me down!”
 
“Oh, and one night, one of the  others decided to crawl into my bunk and suck
me. He was really good at it.”
 
“I BET! Move!”
 
“So I returned the favor. The end.  I´m going to fuck you now.”
 
He removed his fingers, grabbing for  the shampoo bottle, balancing Vegeta on
his hip. Despite his protests, he was  still hard.
 
“What are you doing?”
 
“Need some lube, Veggie.”
 
Vegeta looked up, and then down.  “You can´t put that in me. It´s so… big!
It won´t fit! Let me down!”
 
“Nope.”
 
“Radditz, I´m gonna call Nappa!”
 
“Sure. You want him to see us like  that? I mean, I have no respect for that
high strung asshole, but I know you  kinda like him…”
 
“Fuck you! He´s the reason we´re  still…”
 
“Shut up. Also, you of all people  need protection? From me? Say what, when
was the last time you provoked an  Elite again? Last week?”
 
“Don´t put that on you! Seriously!”
 
“When we´re done, you won´t whine  anymore how you´ll get back at me.”
 
“I hate you! I thought we were a  team! You… oh god!”
 
“And it´s in.”
 
“Don´t move. Don´t fucking move.  Don´t you dare move!”
 
“I´m gonna move.”
 
Vegeta grabbed onto Radditz´  shoulders more tightly, not realizing he was
holding his breath. It hurt, but  not nearly as much as a sparring session with
some other team. But his pride,  that hurt even more.
 
“Not so … fast!”
 
“That´s like slowest I can get,  okay?”
 
He had to agree, at least he tried  to keep the amount of punishing in the
future to a minimum. Vegeta leaned his  head on Radditz´ chest, the wet hair
looked like a mat against his huge pecs.  Vegeta tried to concentrate on his
jealousy for his lesser height while he did  his best not to moan. He wouldn´t.
Radditz pushed his whole length inside and he  did. Fuck it.
 
“How does that feel, Veggie?”
 
“Like a huge shit!”
 
His tail was lashing out behind him,  hitting constantly against the wall.
Radditz increased his pace some more, his  moaning got more audible and Vegeta
couldn´t help but feel a little bit aroused  by the low rumbling in Radditz´
chest. More than by the unwelcome feeling in  his ass.
 
Radditz pushed him against the wall,  the cold tiles pressing on his back and
stopping his tail. Vegeta wrapped his  legs around Radditz involuntarily,
holding onto something as he increased his  speed some more.
 
“Radditz… I…”
 
He looked up, only to be kissed  again. Instantly, everything felt better. The
thought of Radditz´ tongue on  other bodyparts of his made it even better. His
resolve not to moan was gone completely,  as was his sense of time. It seemed
like an eternity and ended way to quickly  when Radditz slowed down and stopped
moving completely, putting his head next  to Vegetas on the wall.
 
“What´s wrong?”
 
Raddit panted, not answering.
 
“Hey, Radditz, I started to like it,  go on!”
 
Instead of complying, he withdrew  from Vegeta. “Can´t, Veggie, I already
came. I´m and old man, gotta give me  some rest.” He let Vegeta down on his
own feet. “Gotta get that shower now.”
 
Vegeta was stunned for a few  moments, until he felt something trickle down his
leg. He rubbed it, it took  him a while to realize what it was.
 
“Wa… wait  a second, Radditz, did you just… did you just  come IN ME?”
 
Radditz looked mildly interested in  his direction. “Yeah. So what?”
 
“Ugh. That is just… ugh.” He  vigorously started to rub away all remains
of Radditz´ cum.
 
“That is so disgusting, I can´t…  hey! What about me! You said you would
ride me till I can´t remember my name!”
 
Radditz sighed. “That is not exactly  what I said.”
 
“I don´t care! I was the one with  the hard on, not you! And it´s still
there!”
 
Radditz finally took a glance,  rolling his eyes. “Right, you´re a little
limp.”
 
“Wouldn´t you if your ass was  invaded by some monster dick!”
 
“Oh, thank you!”
 
Vegeta punched him in the stomach,  hard enough for Radditz to double over.
“Do something! I thought this whole  thing was meant to make ME come!”
 
“You little prick…” Radditz managed  to get up again, his face slightly
contorted with anger. “God, FINE, if you  insist, your Highness!”
 
“Don´t mock me.”
 
“Sure. Listen, this will be a rare  opportunity, so don´t spoil it. If you
come, say something. If anything lands  in my mouth, I will hurt you.”
 
Vegeta did his best unimpressed  look, trying to hide his excitement of
receiving finally what he had whished  for. Real sex his ass, he wouldn´t do
that again! At least not until his butt  stopped to hurt.
 
“So what should I … oh!”
 
Radditz got on his knees and took  Vegetas length completely in his mouth.
Wasn´t that hard since it wasn´t really  much, at least compared with Radditz.
But that was the least of Vegetas  concerns, the most pressing was managing to
stand upright.
 
“God… don´t… ugh!” He grabbed  Radditz` hair, trying to push him,
trying to hold onto something, he could  barely think. If he thought the kisses
were great, he had no idea what that  tongue could do!
 
He started shivering when Radditz  looked up, a questioning look on his face.
Vegeta didn´t even notice. Radditz  tried to ask him, but with Vegetas dick
still in his mouth he only managed some  mumbling.
 
Vegeta felt the low rumble deep in  Radditz throat and lost it. He was sure he
had never come like that in his  entire life ever before, but when he decided
the awesome feeling was gone, all  he saw was a very mad Radditz, face covered
in cum.
 
“YOU!”
 
“I didn´t do anything! What do you  expect! What do you… seriously, that is
your fault, not mine!”
 
Radditz stood still for a while, his  eyes closed, obviously in deep thought.
When he opened them again, they gleamed  maliciously.
 
“Sech´zon almost won the battle,  saving his girl and all that but just as he
was about to win his fucking girl  was uncovered as a traitor and he had to kill
her!”
 
Vegeta stood still. He felt anger  and rage, as pure as never before in his
life. That was it!
 
“I HATE YOU! How could you tell me  that, you stupid asshole! I´m going to
kill you! Choke on your tail, you stupid  fuck!”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Nappa couldn´t recall when the last  time was both of the stupid idiots were on
the station and kept quiet. He  decided not to care as long as he had to finish
his work, but he got curious.  Something was amiss. And the shower was on for a
really long time. The first  thing he noticed were the fresh wounds on Radditz
and Vegeta. He cocked an  eyebrow, they could´ve at least gone to a training
room instead of fighting  here! Radditz was still polishing his armor and Vegeta
was reading one of his  comics, at least that looked normal.
 
Nappa had to look again. He knew  Vegeta had been busy with the Sech´zon Saga
when he came in last and he never  let go of those for several hours.
 
“What were you two up to? I didn´t  even hear you beat each other up.”
 
Raddit just huffed. “Whatever. Gonna  grab something to eat.”
 
He started dressing, ignoring Nappa  completely.
 
“Weren´t you reading Sech`zon?”
 
Vegeta slowly lowered his comic, his  face all red and puffy, his eyes mad.
Nappa knew that look. That was not good.
 
“NO, I´m not reading Sech´zon, I  NEVER WILL READ IT EVER AGAIN! I hate you,
I fucking hate you and if you ever  talk to me again you will fear the day I get
just a bit stronger, cause I´m  gonna break EVERY FUCKING BONE IN YOUR BODY!”
 
Radditz didn´t even turn around, he  just left the room, tail swinging angrily
behind him.
 
Vegeta put his comic back up in one  rash movement. Nappa didn´t even want to
know what that was. And he sure as  hell wouldn´t ask again.
 
Fin.



                  Kapitel 3: Open Office (Radditz/Vegeta/OC)
                  ------------------------------------------


“Meeting your girlfriend again?”
 
Vegeta looked up, seeing Radditz  smirking at him and tried his best death
glare. Didn´t quite work.
 
“I´d love to talk to her! I mean,  all I ever see are her big boobs from far
away, you know, those really big,  round, soft…”
 
Vegeta sighed, not bothering to  answer to that. Aza wasn´t his girlfriend and
anyway, she was the commander of  the space station they were currently on, the
last thing she would do was  talking to Radditz! At least not as long as he
could prevent it.
 
“I fuck her, not you!  That was my doing and I am the only one enjoying it.”
 
Radditz poked around in his food  before he leaned over the table, all
mysterious.
 
“Whatever, you probably annoyed her  till she gave in, but next time you see
her, could you ask her something?”
 
“Are you fucking crazy, I´m not…”
 
“Come on, it´s a simple question,  I´m just curious about where…”
 
Radditz eyes widened a bit before he  shut his mouth and put on a sly grin.
Irritated, Vegeta turned around, looking  straight at Aza´s food tray. Great.
 
She shot a short glance at Radditz  before she sat down.
 
“Thought I´m gonna join you,  preventing to be bothered during lunch
again.” She made a short pause. “Y´know,  work.”
 
Both of them looked at her, not  saying anything. Vegeta wasn´t sure what was
going on anyway.
 
Aza took a bite and chewed slowly.  “Or did I disturb something?” She looked
expectantly at Radditz. “And you are?”
 
“Uhm, Radditz. Hi.”
 
Vegeta’s look actually got the  intensity he always tried to reach with his
death glare looking at the two  people he hoped to never meet. Whatever was
going on, he didn´t like it.
 
“You were just about to leave, were  you not, Radditz? She doesn´t want to
get bothered during lunch.”
 
Radditz shot him a short glance.  “No, of course not. So, Commander, I heard
you entertain a special relationship  with my highly appreciated teammate over
there?”
 
Aza just raised an eyebrow, either  she was amused or she thought about getting
away fast. Vegeta wasn´t sure what  he would like better.
 
“I do. So you´re his teammate?  Interesting. I thought you were all so
small.”
 
Obviously the first option. Vegeta  felt a vein on his forehead throb
dangerously.
 
“Oh no, Vegeta is the exception! I  can assure you, I´m not small at all.”
 
He couldn´t prevent his chopsticks  from falling on his tray. What did he have
to witness here?
 
“What´s the problem, soldier, don´t  you like small talk?”
 
“I think you two want to mock me and  therefore I´m leaving.”
 
“No you´re not.” Aza gestured him to  stay. “I decided to socialize
today, so stop being difficult.” She ate another  bite. “I´m free later.
Maybe that lightens your mood?” She gave him a sly grin.
 
“I´m free, too!” Radditz was smiling  widely, immensely proud of his move.
 
“So what? Go to sleep!” Vegeta  snarled at him, not even trying to take his
unspoken suggestion seriously.
 
Aza nonetheless thought for a few  seconds before she nodded. “Okay.”
 
“Okay what?” Vegeta hoped she didn´t  want to say what she probably wanted
to say!
 
“Okay. I should be done with work in,  like, two hours. You know where my room
is, come over. Both of you.” She smiled  at Radditz. “Was a while since I
had two, I hope you are as big as you claim to  be.” With that, she ate the
rest of her food in silence, leaving Vegeta  uncomfortable in a way he hadn´t
felt in a long time.
 
When she finally left, Radditz could  barely wait till she was out of earshot.
 
“Did that really happen?” Radditz  looked clearly too happy.
 
“No it didn´t. She was joking. You´re  not coming.”
 
“Of course I will! Say, does she  taste different cause of her green skin?”
 
Breathe. Slowly. In and out. He  didn´t answer. He never wanted to talk again.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
He didn´t intend to go. He didn´t  intend to take Radditz with him, if he
decided to go anyway since there was sex  waiting for him. He really didn´t
intend to do any of those things and that  confused Vegeta to an extent while he
sat in the booth of the window right  opposite Aza´s room. Together with
Radditz.   Things were getting out of hand.
 
“So that´s her office?”
 
“No, those are her quarters.”
 
Silence. Very short silence.
 
“So what´re we waiting for?  Shouldn´t we knock?”
 
“She´s gonna call when she´s got  time.” Vegeta tipped at his scouter.
 
“She´s got your number, eh?” He shot  Vegeta a dirty grin, but he decided
to ignore it.
 
“How long are we gonna sit here?”
 
He didn´t answer. Radditz was  obviously a bit nervous, and Vegeta was more
than pleased to see that. He  better be, this could all just go horribly
wrong…
 
After a few minutes of silence, Aza  came stomping down the hall. She stopped
for a second when she saw both of them  sitting there. “I´m busy, wait a bit,
I´ll call.”
 
And with that, she disappeared in  her quarters. Well.
 
“And now?”
 
“We wait.”
 
Half an hour later, Vegeta was  reading a comic he bought earlier at the kiosk
and Radditz was skipping through  some traveler magazine.
 
“Hey Veggie, have you visited Viroja  yet?”
 
He didn´t bother to look up. It was  just getting exciting, he didn´t want to
talk!
 
“What?”
 
“That city down on the planet.”  Radditz pointed out the window. “Y´know,
they´ve got a tour through the  waterfalls nearby, you can walk through
see-through tunnels.”
 
“Aha. Did you read that?”
 
“No, I was already there. No need to  stay here when you meet up to fuck your
commander.”
 
Vegeta looked up shortly. “I like  quality over quantity.”
 
“You are just too picky when it  comes to fucking.”
 
“You mean cause I don´t prefer  dicks? I don´t see the appeal and I don´t
want them if I don’t have to. So shut  the fuck up, I don´t want to hear
your… fuck!”
 
Radditz threw his mag at the window.  “What now?”
 
“There´s a new copy of Ulin´s,  y´know, the one I bought at…”
 
“Oh, I´m sorry, didn´t expect you to  get so excited about a comic book.”
 
“… It´s really hard to get. They  don´t ship them, and the shop is so out
of reach we won´t be there for at least  a few months! I have to call them to
put one back for me…”
 
The moment he started fumbling on  his scouter to type in the shop´s number it
started beeping. Incoming call.  Aza.
 
“Oh for fuck´s sake, couldn´t wait a  few minutes…”
 
Radditz picked up his mumbling,  kicking him hard in the side. “Answer that!
She´s more important than your  idiotic hobby!”
 
“It´s rare!”
 
“I don’t care, answer it!” Radditz  kicked him again, more vicious. Not
that he could actually hurt him that much,  of course not, he was at least ten
times stronger than him anyway and he  wouldn´t be forced to obey by kicking,
not HIM!
 
Another kick. “NOW!” Radditz pressed  the button on the side of the scouter
before Vegeta could protest any further.
 
“Are you still there?”
 
“Yes, sure, we´re right here.”
 
“Good, come in.”
 
The door opened up with the sound of  the hydraulics. Vegeta couldn´t keep
himself from kicking Radditz in the back  when he hopped up from their spot. And
stepping onto him when he fell flat on  the floor. Ha. He was stronger. Asshole.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
When he got in, Aza was standing  with her back towards him, skipping through
some papers. Her dark green hair  was still braided. Vegeta just started to
imagine undoing the braid and sinking  his face into her thick, long hair when
something bumped against him. Someone.  He almost forgot.
 
“Start undressing, I´m done in a  second.”
 
Vegeta didn´t move. Radditz didn´t  move as well. But his tail started
twitching anxiously. This couldn´t work.
 
When Aza finally turned around, she  just raised her eyebrows.
 
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
 
“I don´t want him to be here.”  Vegeta gave his best to look tall and
intimidating.
 
“And I want him to be here.” She  waited a second, nothing happened. “I
won´t say it again.”
 
He should just leave, he didn´t have  to deal with this shit, Aza was his price
and then  Radditz started undressing. No way that was gonna happen!
 
Aza looked intensely at Radditz when  he got naked, unfortunately not kicking
him out for being unsuitable. Grumpy,  Vegeta took off his shirt, only to be
stopped when he reached for his pants.
 
“Leave them.” She took of her shirt,  took of her Bra and started unbraiding
her hair. Vegeta felt a tingling  sensation in his pants he wanted to explore
further… “How about you suck him?”
 
What? He? Him? “What?”
 
Radditz looked slightly  uncomfortable as well. At least something. “Your
teammate. I want you to suck  him. You can both fuck me, so I can expect
something in return, right?”
 
“Commander, he´s not really into  dick. And I don´t want that.”
 
Radditz was on his side! Good! “I  don´t want it either, it´s not right,
we´re a team.”
 
Very convincing. He could eat her  out instead, much more pleasant.
 
“You´re a team and never fucked?”  She looked slightly baffled by that.
Slightly. “Whatever, I don´t care, you on  the bed, you on the knees, now or
I´ll go shower and expect you to be gone when  I get back. Your choice.”
 
Radditz cocked his head to the site  and switched to Saiya-go. “Let´s get
this over with. I sucked you once already,  we´re even then.”
 
Vegeta looked at him with big eyes.  What? “There´s nothing to be even, I´m
your superior and I don´t want to!”
 
Radditz gave him a dirty look and  sat down on the bed, spreading his legs and
raising his hip. “I´m waiting,  Veggie.”
 
“So you made up your mind. Great.”  Aza stroked through her hair, loosening
it up. She was so pretty. And strong.  Much stronger than him, probably a very
good fighter, he didn´t know, yet, and she had perfect breasts. She was also
green and  reminded him of Zarbon, but he could live with it. He didn’t want
to lose that  to a blowjob. Even if it was Radditz and his gigantic… dick.
Hesitantly, he got  on his knees. He would so regret this. He shouldn´t have
said he was Radditz’  superior. This wouldn´t be a pleasant experience and he
didn´t like sucking  cock so much anyway.
 
At least Radditz didn´t move. He  didn´t bother licking and stroking and all
that bullshit, simply took the tip  in and moved his tongue a bit. She didn´t
specify on his enthusiasm.
 
He heard her getting behind him,  pressing her heavy breasts on his back, her
fingers gripping into his hair…
 
“What are you doing licking the tip?  I want to hear you gag.”
 
It has been some years since the one  time he had let Radditz fuck him. The size
of his dick has not lost its  scariness, though. Especially, when he found it
forced down his throat. Aza  kept pushing until he felt Radditz’ hair on his
nose, keeping him successfully  from vomiting when he gripped Radditz’ thighs
hard, probably leaving some vivid  bruises. He tried to cough but couldn´t, he
felt the desperate need for air,  gripping harder…
 
The moment she let go of him he  instantly withdrew, panting hard, at least he
didn´t vomit on the floor, he  sure felt like it. Saliva was dripping down his
chin. Maybe it wasn´t worth it  after all.
 
“Didn´t you learn anything in the  ranks?”
 
He decided not to answer that,  couldn’t, to be more precise.
 
“He doesn’t like cock, the art of  deepthroating has passed him,
unfortunately.”
 
He wiped the saliva away. “How about  Radditz tries it with me, he´s got more
experience.”
 
“Not for nothing Vegeta, but you´re  really not that much of a challenge. But
you gag so nicely, why don´t we try  again?” And with that she pushed him
down again. This time he was prepared, but  it didn´t make it more pleasant. He
couldn´t imagine why the choking sounds  obviously made her wet or why Radditz,
that asshole, was even harder than  before!
 
She pulled him up, he had hardly  caught his breath when she pushed him down
again. “Move a bit, Radditz. Let´s  loosen him up.”
 
He hated them. Both.
 
When she finally let him be, he was  sure it was only cause Radditz was about to
come already, he thought he would  faint. Saliva dripped down on his chest, but
he didn´t bother. His throat was  burning and he couldn´t stop retching for a
while.
 
Aza wiped the saliva away, looking  very pleased with herself. “Didn´t you
like it?”
 
He just looked at her, not being  able to speak yet, his throat wasn´t
cooperating. When she kissed him, he  didn´t even enjoy it. Still too little
air!
 
She withdrew from him, licking her  lips, looking over her shoulder. “Your
cock tastes good.”
 
Radditz lay on the bed, panting,  what was he panting for? “Thanks. I
appreciate it.”
 
“Why didn´t you suck him, then?” He  sounded raw and it hurt speaking, but
Aza seemed to like it.
 
“I don´t suck anyone. Come on, get  up!”
 
She pushed him onto the bed, getting  rid of her pants quickly after. He hoped
he would get something in return for this.  She was already dripping wet when
she pulled down her underwear. He really  really hoped that.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It was the first time in his life he  wished it wouldn´t all revolve around
him. Normally he expected it, not that  there was a reason to, but this time,
Aza could´ve just as well focus her  attention on Radditz. At least a little
bit. Not that he did mind licking her  asshole, usually, when he wasn´t that
out of air!
 
Radditz wasn´t doing a bad job  obviously, up front kissing her, otherwise he
might be released, but what was  he even thinking, if he couldn’t do anything
else, he was a really good kisser.
 
He tried lifting Aza´s butt a bit,  but she didn´t budge.
 
“Come on, you can do that better.  Stick your tongue in.”
 
He rolled his eyes. Sure thing, in  the position he was in he wouldn´t be
surprised if she made Radditz fuck him!  He made a mental note to beat the
everfucking shit out of Radditz later. He  couldn´t beat Aza up, but he had to
vent somewhere. If he would survive. She  started moving a bit, which made it
easier to breath.
 
A bit of rustling later, he felt his  underwear go and someone put a condom on
him. He couldn´t see, but Aza finally  got her ass up and moved a bit forward.
 
“Has been a while, let´s see if it  fits.”
 
She moved down on Vegeta, letting  him slide slowly inside her ass. Something
that felt good, at last, although he  didn´t want to ruin it by thinking why he
got the back entrance. She moved  slowly up and down before she sat on him,
leaning back. Obviously it was  Radditz turn now.
 
“You sure that´s gonna fit?”
 
Aza made a slight movement with her  hand. “We´ll see. Vegeta´s not taking
up too much space.”
 
“Well I can hear you! Stop insulting  my dick, you didn´t complain before!”
 
“And I don´t complain now. I just  observe.”
 
He heard a sharp intake of breath,  Aza clenched very uncomfortably, hissing.
His tail was stuck between his back  and the bed, maybe she would just move a
bit so he could change position…
 
“Hey, wait, wait, just wait a bit!”
 
What was even going on? “`s not  fitting or what?”
 
“Not really…” Well, he was sure  Radditz wouldn´t mind so much to stick
it in anyway and wait till she got used  to it, but sometimes even he showed
some respect. Or something.
 
Aza wiggled a bit more before she  pushed Radditz away and got up. “This
isn´t working, why are you so big?”
 
He saw Radditz shrugging, probably  keeping some snarky remark to himself. “I
guess I´m just lucky.”
 
“Or you´re gonna fuck yourself if it  won´t fit.” She started fingering
herself, Vegeta didn´t mind, at least he  could sit up and get a break.
 
“Well, it fit Vegeta, but you  probably tightened only fucking the little
prince.”
 
Aza looked up, eyeing Radditz  suspiciously. “So you did fuck after all, hm? I
don´t care, I´m not doing this  if it doesn´t work like I want it…”
 
Vegeta barely changed the laughter  that escaped him into a cough. Now listen to
that.
 
“Alright, let´s try again. Slowly.”
 
Vegeta looked down at his limp  penis, wondering how Radditz was still hard. All
that bullshit wasn´t exactly  arousing.
 
“Okay, stop, that´s enough!”
 
“It´s only the tip! You should take  more, commander.”
 
“Shut up, you´re not the one in pain  here!”
 
“Sure about that? I really want to  fuck something now.”
 
Vegeta slowly fumbled the condom off  him, throwing it on the floor. What a
waste. A suppressed grunt indicated they  moved forward.
 
“Vegeta, where are you from again?”
 
He raised his eyebrows, what was  that about? Her concentrated expression
probably meant she just wanted to keep  her mind from away from her cunt,
whatever.
 
“Some planet over in Sector 563.”
 
“Was the prince there. I´m gonna  move now.”
 
“Like hell you will!”
 
Radditz seemed to stop caring, he  simply moved forward, but stopped shortly
after.
 
“Hey Radditz, move a bit, loose her  up! Right, Aza?”
 
She just shot him a murderous look.  Wasn´t so funny anymore on the receiving
end.
 
“Did they kick you off or did you  run away to be a lowly soldier now?”
 
Back to Smalltalk, it seems. “Ah, I  got kicked out. My brother, you know, he
was actually the prince. Follow-up to  the throne.”
 
“Ouch! It´s not going farther in,  stop pushing!”
 
Radditz just rolled his eyes.
 
“And how do you fit in?”
 
Before Radditz could answer, Vegeta started  talking. “He was in the cleaning
staff. Before he became a fighter, thanks to  me!”
 
“Yeah, right, whatever. You know why  they kicked him off? He fucked his
brother´s wife and knocked her up!”
 
Vegeta started laughing at this. It  was getting funny! “It wasn´t my
intention to let Radditz participate in it  all. Poor guy got kicked off the
planet just like the bastard that I am.”
 
“Fuck yourself!” He only heard half  of it when they both started to laugh
their asses off.
 
Aza looked a bit more at ease now,  at least something. “You´re both telling
shit and I should both kick you off my  station for it.”
 
Radditz tried to stop his giggles.  “Yeah right commander, tell me that again
when we´re done here.” And with that  he started moving, finally. Vegeta
reached for another condom while rubbing his  dick, getting it hard again.
 
Aza didn´t say anything anymore, she  just moaned, first in pain and then not
in pain anymore, he knew those sounds,  moaning always sounded best with a deep
voice. After a few more thrusts,  Radditz picked her up to lift her over Vegeta.
 
“Think you´re up to it?”
 
Aza grabbed some of his hair,  pushing his head back violently. “Don´t worry
Radditz, I´ll let you know. Down,  now!”
 
She was really tight. Not only her  ass, Radditz simply took most of the
available space. It was almost  uncomfortable and his range of movement was way
too little for his taste, he  only got a little friction from Radditz´ fast
thrusts and her hair hung in his  face. He decided to ditch lying on his back
and got in a sitting position,  didn´t matter anyway. At least he got access to
her breasts that way.
 
A moaned grunt let him look up for a  second. Looked like Aza just found the
base of Radditz` spine, just where the  tail began and the fur was very soft. He
knew she liked that spot and thought  the noises, just like the ones from
Radditz`, were actually caused by pleasure.  They weren´t. It almost hurt, but
if it made her happy… also, he got weak knees  from it, but not the nice kind.
 
Radditz started moving faster thanks  to it, hitting her head against Vegeta´s
nose. He grunted, moving out of her  way fast. Somehow this didn´t turn out
just like he wanted it. There was no way  around it. He leaned back on his arms,
watching them getting it on. He  comforted himself knowing that Aza wasn´t
having the time of her life as well,  sure thing she only pretended to enjoy
Radditz by now and he didn´t even kiss  her thanks to the fumbling on his tail,
and his kisses were the best he could  do.
 
After a few more minutes it seemed  like Radditz finally came, seeing they
stopped to move. Vegeta was still hard,  all the rubbing kept him aroused
enough, but slightly bored. Though he saw his  chance and with a vicious kick
into Radditz´s stomach he got rid of the  annoying factor of it all. Aza
didn´t seem to mind, she just leaned back  against his chest, slowly starting
to move.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Rubbing his poor stomach, Radditz  got up from the floor. Fine by him, it´s not
as if it had been too much fun  till now anyway. If she was always eager to grab
tails, he wondered why Vegeta  still met her. That hadn´t been pleasant at all.
 
“Would you stop pushing!”
 
Radditz got up from the floor,  looking for some place to sit down. Vaginas just
weren´t his thing, he just  made that sure again. But when he remembered right,
the guy back in the kiosk  looked kinda hot. They would leave in two work
phases, enough time to get acquainted…
 
“Vegeta! Stop pushing, I won´t lie  down!”
 
He heard some hard breathing.
 
“Why not? I can´t move and the way you move hurts my dick!”
 
Now some rustling. But he won´t look  up, he was done with that, his back hurt
and anyway, where were his clothes,  time to get back to his room…
 
“I don´t argue with you about this, I´m  not gonna get on my hands!”
 
More rustling.
 
“Whatever, then get on your knees so  I can move.”
 
“What is so hard to understand? I….”
 
Ah, that sounded like Vegeta just  pushed her. Maybe he should just get a
peek… Bad decision. Very bad decision.  He should´ve get dressed and just
left the room, but no, instead he had to get  a look at those two idiots. Vegeta
obviously wanted Aza on her knees and Aza  definitely didn´t want to get on her
hands and knees and somehow they both  missed that she could´ve simply sit
down. But if they wanted to fight with each  other instead, fine, not his
problem.
 
“Argh! Are you trying to break my  dick? Stop squirming so much while I´m
still in you!”
 
How did they do it all the other  times they had sex?
 
“You can´t break it, there´s no bone  in it!”
 
Uh, now she elbowed Vegeta, but she  just got his shoulder. He had to watch
this. This was better than porn!
 
“Why don´t you get down, like  always? Just…” Another missed elbow and
crucial information! Maybe that´s why  Vegeta´s so eager to fuck her from
behind? Never being on top, so boring…
 
“Stop hitting me! Just sit on your  knees, Aza, for fuck´s sake…”
 
Now they were wrestling. Radditz  tried to untangle his hair while he watched
the scene in front of him, Vegeta  trying to push her down, Aza trying to push
him down, somewhere in-between they  were having sex or something. Oh, Vegeta
grabbed her boob hard and she head  butted him for it! Points to both! Radditz
did his best not to laugh, but a  suppressed giggle escaped, making them both
stop for a second in their…  intercourse.
 
“WHAT?”
 
They both looked like they were  ready to murder him. Not good.
 
“Well, this does look a bit… you´re  a bit…”
 
“You better speak fast or I´ll blast  your brain out of your skull!” Aza
was so angry she almost started to yell. It  frightened him a bit. She did look
a lot like Zarbon, after all. He cleared his  throat, getting up from his spot.
Time to shine, he might not be a good fighter  but at least a good fuck.
 
“Would you, maybe, let me for a  second…”
 
Radditz pushed Vegetas hands back to  where they came from, without protest,
good. And then made Aza sit down on her  knees, how was that so hard to get, so
Vegeta could move on his own. They still  didn´t move.
 
“You know what, why don´t we make  the best of this evening and everyone gets
a chance to come?”
 
And with that Radditz got on his  knees and started licking Aza´s cunt. After a
few seconds he felt Vegeta  finally moving and Aza started moaning rather…
interestingly. Who would´ve  thought it possible. Her cunt wasn´t even wet
anymore, but he changed that  fast. He really preferred sucking some cock, but
for once it was alright. She  tasted sweet, like jelly, weird but in a good
sense and her hair was soft, maybe  she used conditioner? He had tried that once
but it hadn´t worked quite right…  with a sudden force, Aza grabbed his hair
and pushed him deeper inside her,  grinding his nose into her. He tried to get
her away, get some air, but she  didn´t let go, and with every push of Vegeta
she pushed him closer, so close he  even felt her tremble when she came. Oh and
did she, something hit his face and  she finally let go.
 
Great. There was hardly something he  hated more than body fluids on his face!
Even if they tasted like jelly! At  least they looked happy, Aza rolled to the
side and Vegeta looked rather  exhausted. From what exactly, it´s not as if he
had been doing much the whole  time!
 
He looked for some tissues to clean  his face, when suddenly Vegeta jumped up
from the bed, eyes wide, and grabbed  his scouter. What in the everloving
fuck…
 
“Argh, I forgot, fuck!”
 
He made the phone call. Seriously.
 
“What´s he doing there?”
  
Radditz looked up at Aza, her hair  clinging on her sweaty forehead.
 
“Don´t know, probably ordering some  comic book he wanted or something.”
 
“Oh.”
 
“Hm.”
 
Silence. Awkward.
 
“I thought you tasted greener.”
 
“Like a tree, right? Everyone says  that. It´s weird. Where I´m from, trees
are blue.”
 
“Oh? Cool.”
 
“Yeah. So, see you around sometime,  right?”
  
“Probably.”
 
Silence. Even more awkward.
 
“I got it! I just got one of the  last ones, we just… we have to reschedule
our mission, I have to be in 224  soon, you know the one mission we got, I´m
gonna call the strategic department,  let me…”
 
He dressed as fast as he could,  kicking Radditz so he got up as well.
 
“Come on, we´ll go to the one they  have here, get up Radditz!”
 
He nodded to Aza before he was  pushed out of the door.
 
“Vegeta, could you calm down, it´s  just…”
 
“It´s not just! It´s important and  don´t complain, you got what you wanted
already and you had so much fun, you  have no right to be pissed now!”
 
That was ironic, right?
 
It wasn´t.
 
Fin
 



                     Kapitel 4: Manipulation (Gohan/Goten)
                     -------------------------------------


“You´re not even trying. You won´t get shit with that attitude.”
 
He looked him deep in his eyes. How was he not trying? He gave his all, but
there was no way around it. With a deep breath, he took his whole length into
his mouth, choking, deprived of air, but the satisfied look on his face was
worth it all.
 
A shrill squeak was heard from his chair when Goten slowly leaned back. This
wasn´t bad. Not at all. But somehow… He closed his laptop, annoyed at
himself. It wouldn´t work. He thought he could write porn for practice, his
first novel was already finished in his drawer, but maybe some advertisement on
the net first… it could only help, but he just couldn´t focus on it! He
rubbed his face, groaning. He should just get it over with. Write the damn
thing, go to bed, dream of a great writing career.
 
… and then there was this other problem nagging on his mind. This damn, awful
problem. Sometimes he just lied on his bed, imagining what would happen if
anyone he knew read his blog. His brother maybe. If he would notice where the
inspiration came from. Or how much manual work was connected to it.
 
Goten scoffed at the thought. Gohan would probably just be… disappointed.
Disappointed that his perverted brother was writing smut instead of finally
getting a real job. With a sigh, he opened the laptop again and continued
writing. Self-pity wasn´t helping anyway.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
He got a text to come over. A text from his brother who just lived fucking next
door. That meant something was seriously off. When he entered the house and saw
Gohan sitting on the couch with a stern face he knew his suspicion had been
correct.
 
“Hey, what´s up, you wanted to see me?” Goten tried to sound nonchalant.
 
“Yes.”
 
Huffing, Goten moved next to the couch. “Are you alone?”
 
“Videl is with Pan at her father´s. That´s why I asked you to come over.”
Gohan shrugged, but he didn´t seem very relaxed at all. After he stared at
Goten for a few seconds, he finally got the hint and sat down. Goten felt like a
kid getting grounded. He almost laughed, but managed to suppress the urge.
 
Gohan raised one of his eyebrows. “Listen Goten, I know we haven´t been very
supportive of your preferred career choice so far and I think I owe you an
apology, but… this is unacceptable.”
 
Goten’s eyes narrowed.  “Excuse me? You´re sorry you were a complete
asshole about it and now you apologize just to say that you should´ve put it
nicely that I´m not allowed to do what I want FOR FUCK`S SAKE!” At least
Gohan had the decency to look guilty.
 
“What? I wasn´t even finished, let me… I read your blog, and I don´t want
my name connected to the filth you´re writing!”
 
Goten was speechless for a moment. Of all things… “You read my… how did
you even find it?”
 
Gohan scoffed, “I´m the genius here. Not that it takes one, with that
username. If you want to write then that´s your problem, but delete the
blog.”
 
Goten leaned back, grinning slightly. He rubbed his arm, crossed his legs,
looked at the table, waiting long enough to make Gohan hesitant in his demand.
 “Fuck I will. That´s not my problem. And anyway…” He leaned closer to
his brother, grinning wider. “You sure your name is the only thing you are
thinking about? Not maybe, I don´t know, the guilt you felt when you could do
nothing else other than grab your dick while reading gay porn?”
 
He was close enough to see his brother´s eyes move frantically. “Of course
I´m sure. I wouldn´t feel guilt over that.” He didn´t sound like he was
joking. Goten swallowed, but wasn´t swayed. “Well, I won´t judge you.
Contrary to other people, I´m open to new ideas.” With that he got up,
looking down at Gohan.
 
“I won´t delete it. You wanna know why? All of you being assholes wouldn´t
be enough, I´m not that petty. I´m honest with myself and I know what I want
and as long as I can´t have it, the blog stays exactly where it is.”
 
Gohan´s Adam´s apple moved as he swallowed hard. He probably missed the times
when his little brother did what he was told to do. “And what is it?”
 
“What?”
 
Gohan shrugged lightly, sitting up straighter. “What you can´t have? Is there
someone? Some… guy?”
 
Goten looked at Gohan for a while. Everything he wanted to say was racing
through his mind, but he couldn´t say… he couldn´t say anything. Anything at
all.  Gohan finally broke the silence. “You know that this isn´t an excuse
for ruining my scientific career?”
 
Oh great, now it’s all about him again! I can´t understand you anymore,
little brother, where did time go, you used to listen to me, you changed, sure,
he was the only one growing up. No one to blame but him!
 
“Gohan, I don´t care. I simply dn´t care. Do you even expect me to care?”
 
“I don’t know what to expect of you anymore. You are not…”
 
With that, Goten turned around and left. He didn´t want to listen a second
longer. He stopped halfway home. A few steps was all it took to think about
going back...going back and telling him everything he wanted to so fucking long,
how he shouldn´t be the one disappointed, how he should support him, how he
should… should just… He stomped back, almost ripping the door off of its
hinges.
 
“YOU are the fucking PROBLEM!”
 
Gohan looked at him with big eyes, already standing next to one of the
bookshelves that lined the room.
 
“YOU are the problem, you shithead asshole. It´s all your fault, it´s
all…” He stopped talking, pressing his hands against his eyes. What was he
doing? This was just as useless as everything else.
 
“Goten, what is wrong?” Oh, he sounded concerned. That wouldn´t last long.
Goten heard Gohan as he walked closer. Close enough to stand next to him. He
finally let his hands fall down. It didn´t matter.
 
“I want to fuck you.” Goten raised his eyebrows. At least Gohan hadn´t
kicked him out yet.
 
“That´s not funny. This wouldn´t even be funny if you were still a stupid
teenager going through a phase, but you aren´t!” Gohan sounded angry, but he
didn´t look like it at all. Irritated, Goten crossed his arms.
 
“Well, guess you´re wrong about that big brother. I have contemplated this
long and hard and I came to the conclusion that I want to fuck you. That´s the
problem. You being an asshole actually makes it worse.” So much worse. It was
almost embarrassing.
 
Goten waited for a reaction. There was this little bit of hope he had, this tiny
shred of something good happening for once. It was hopeful porn he wrote. Gohan
must´ve noticed that at least, if he actually read them.
 
Gohan finally sighed, patting Goten´s shoulder. “It makes me sad, Goten. I
don’t know what I did to make you feel this way, but I´m sorry.”
 
Furiously, Goten pushed Gohan´s hand away. “Are you fucking KIDDING me? Do
you think I´m just misguided or something? Do you think I´m not able to …
comprehend my own thoughts? I may not be a genius, but I know what I´m
feeling!”
 
“I didn´t say that.”
 
“You just as well could´ve.” Goten huffed, about to stomp out again, but a
spontaneous thought made him stay. “You know what, Gohan, you are probably
right. I mean, you are so much smarter than me. Of course you notice things I
don´t. So… there is probably only one way to cure me of my misguided
thoughts.”
 
Gohan looked doubtful. “And what would that be?”
 
Goten shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I could suck
you and realize I´m not actually attracted to my brother, but to the thought of
someone like my brother.” He gave Gohan a look through his lashes. He was sure
he looked like a proper porn starlet.
 
“No.” Gohan looked so dismissive that the air around him felt colder.
 
“Come on now, Gohan, it´s just a blowjob. That´s not even cheating and I´m
very good at it. Videl sure can´t suck cock like me. You read my stories, they
are based on real life events.”
 
Gohan groaned, looking away. “God, thanks for that mental image!”
 
Laughing, Goten leaned somewhat closer. He didn´t feel particularly remorseful.
“Please, after all you’ve done  to me, you could at least fulfill this one
last request… You are the best, Gohan. You know you are. You can´t let your
little brother suffer like this. You can´t, right?” He came even closer to
Gohan. Gohan didn´t back off, but he squirmed some more. “I can´t, you
are… I can´t, Goten, this isn´t…”
 
Goten grabbed Gohan´s belt, tugging lightly on it. “You don´t have to do
anything, Gohan. Just stand still. It´s very easy.”
 
He got on his knees, fumbling with Gohan´s pants until he got them down. Gohan
didn´t struggle, he just made some whimpering noises. Looks like he´s won.
When Goten put his hands on the waistband of his brother´s underwear, he
stopped. Gohan´s dick was so close, he could smell the slight arousal. But it
was his brother of all people, he had to… make sure. “I´m doing this now.
Are you okay with it? Gohan?”
 
Gohan looked decidedly somewhere else, his mouth a thin line. “Just do it
before I change my mind. Do it!”
 
That sounded like a yes. With one swift motion he pulled Gohan´s underwear
down, revealing his dick just as he had imagined. It was still limp, surrounded
by thick black hair. Very straight black hair. Goten couldn´t hold back a small
giggle.
 
“Do you trim that?”
 
No answer. When he looked up, Gohan was very sternly looking somewhere else.
 
“Alright then, no talking. Who´s your hairdresser though?” The instant slap
over his head was probably deserved. Goten giggled, this was much more like his
brother. He grabbed Gohan´s cock, slowly stroking it. Gohan gasped, his hands
clenched to fists and slowly uncurled again. It caught Goten´s attention. So he
wasn´t completely unfazed…
 
“You know, Gohan, how about a bet? If you can keep standing like a statue
until I finish, I will instantly delete my blog when we´re done. How ´bout
that?”
 
“How about you shut up? If you do that all the time, I wonder how you ever get
laid.”
 
Goten stroked a bit harder. A small moan escaped his brother. “Haha. Now
don´t get sassy up there.” He slid his fingers through his brother´s pubic
hair. He was always so neat, even that was neat, unbelievable. One lick over his
penis was enough to make him shiver. Goten smiled, his nose pressed to his
brother´s stomach, and then he finally took it in, slowly, letting it glide
over his tongue until it hit the back of his throat, keeping it there for a
second, enjoying it, tasting it, moving. Goten would´ve expected Gohan to be a
sobbing heap on the floor by now, at least getting weak knees, but Gohan stayed
still. Annoyed, Goten moved back, releasing his brother´s dick with an audible
pop. He licked his lips, getting them slick before he went back to licking long
lines along the sides of Gohan´s penis. He was quite big. Not as big as Goten
had imagined, but still an incredible turn on. When his efforts finally paid
off, and Gohan´s dick was hard, Goten looked up. Gohan was flushed, biting his
lip, but still refusing to look down.
 
“Hey there, are you still alive? Or did I already kill you?”
 
Gohan exhaled shakily, but kept quiet. Fine.
 
“You are such an asshole. You know that I should have fun too, right? Okay
fine, I´ll stick my fingers up your ass. Maybe you´ll talk then…”
 
“No you won´t!” Gohan stared at him, angry, until his eyes wandered down a
bit more. “Doesn´t look as if you´re not having fun.”
 
Goten grinned widely, the angry look on his brother´s face was more amusing
then he would´ve thought.
 
“Well... This is way better when we look at each other, you know?”
 
Gohan stared at him for a few seconds. The corner of the room seemed to be more
impressive in the end. “Fine, whatever, at least someone is enjoying
himself…” With that Goten fumbled with his belt, getting one hand inside. It
wasn´t comfortable, but it worked. He licked the underside of Gohan´s cock
again, teasing his balls, waiting for him to finally cry out how much he wanted
it, needed it… but he didn´t. Gohan wasn´t unfazed, not at all, not with the
way his thighs had started to shiver and how uncomfortable the strain on his
arms looked. Goten knew his brother wanted to grab his hair, do something, but
he was obviously too stuck up to act. Sighing, Goten leaned back. This would
take a while… his knees started to hurt, he was about to get a cramp in his
hand and he feared he would fall over since he couldn´t keep his balance
properly.
 
“What now? Can´t you just do it?” Gohan eyed him, a bit out of breath.
 
“Yeah. would you… sit down.” Goten waved his hand towards the couch. Gohan
stood there, dumbfounded, slowly turning his head as if he was contemplating it.
 
“Gohan… move!” Goten punched him in the stomach, making his brother
stumble backwards. He laughed, getting up slowly. His knees really did hurt.
When Gohan caught himself, he stared angrily at Goten.
 
“You dick, I was just about to…”
 
Goten got nearer, quickly planting a small kiss on Gohan´s mouth. “Love you,
too.” He pushed him down and grabbed a pillow, dropping it unceremoniously in
front of Gohan. He tried to look especially innocent while he slowly kneeled
down, fumbling Gohan´s pants off in the process. Gohan huffed, almost laughing.
“Stop the act or I´ll finish myself.”
 
A smile tugged on Goten´s lips. He let his hands slowly travel down his body,
grabbing his hard dick and sighing contentedly when he gave it a few strokes.
“Would you think of me?” The knee only connected with his shoulder, but he
was still seriously offended. “Okay okay, asshole. Quick and boring, as you
wish.” He leaned down, sucking on the tip until the squirming started again,
until Gohan couldn´t sit still anymore, until his hands rubbed over his thighs
frantically. Taking a deep breath, Goten stuck his tongue out and swallowed the
whole length. The trimmed hair tickled his nose and he felt the tip of his
brother´s dick twitch in his throat. It was exhilarating. There was hardly a
better feeling in the world and he knew that his brother was having the time of
his life as well. He moved his head back, taking in some air and dove right back
in, trying to swallow, making his throat move, making Gohan squirm even more. 
 
After a few thrusts, he slowly increased the speed, taking him in as deep as he
could. He even stopped stroking his own dick. He couldn´t, he was too focused
on the task, driving his brother crazy and not accidentally hurting himself. It
didn´t take long for Gohan to try and control the movements, thrusting his hips
upwards. When Goten didn´t let him, he grabbed his hair and started pushing to
his liking. He had hoped his brother would finally enjoy it, but it was getting
a bit too rough for him. Goten felt saliva pooling in his mouth and dripping in
enormous amounts over his chin. He tried to cough but couldn´t. When he looked
up, Gohan was finally looking at him, eyes half-lidded but determined,
definitely not letting go. Goten tried to grab his brother´s hands, push them
away, but Gohan didn´t let him. He barely let loose enough for Goten to spit
out some saliva and get some air before he was pushed down again mercilessly.
Goten could barely wrap his mind around it. Not in his wildest dreams had he
expected his brother to be… like that. He couldn´t voice how he felt about
this betrayal. The only thing he managed was some gurgling noise.
 
“What´s wrong, Goten, isn´t that what you wanted?” Gohan sounded so smug.
It made Goten instantly want to rub it into everyone´s face, everyone who
thought Gohan was such a perfectly nice person! He had proof it wasn´t like
that at all. Goten leaned against his brother´s knees, still trying to get
away, or at least getting some control over the pace again, but it wasn´t
working. Gohan just slowed down as he got more violent. Goten hoped he was about
to come, he couldn´t take this much longer!
 
How had he thought he could simultaneously get off as well… Gohan stopped for
a moment, still inside his brother´s throat. Goten instantly started to
struggle harder, knowing that his brother was about to come while he still
deepthroated him. He could´ve asked at least! The more he struggled though, the
fiercer Gohan´s grip on his hair got and when Goten thought he was finally
free, Gohan came halfway down his throat. He let go, and Goten was glad, as he
tried not to suffocate while coughing all the misplaced fluids out of his
airways.
 
It took a while for both to stop panting. Goten was rather glad he survived it
all. He had imagined a thousand ways this special moment could´ve gone. This
was one of the few he hadn´t thought of. He gave the pillow a short glance.
That was ruined now, he spit all the cum on it. Well. He didn´t care. When he
looked up, Gohan had a serious look on his face again.
 
“Are you ok?”
 
“Barely.” His voice sounded hoarse. Great.
 
“I hope you´re satisfied and I want you to know…” He leaned in closer.
“I want you to know that no matter what you think of me, I still love you. I
always will. You´re my little brother, and there is hardly anything I wouldn´t
do for you.” He looked him up and down. Goten didn´t say anything. He just
stared at him angrily. “I might have questioned your decisions, but in the end
I will always support you. I hope you know that.”
 
Goten sat there for a while, silent. There was nothing to say. In the end, his
brother had managed to make him feel guilty. He would do anything, no matter how
hard it was for him. He got up, pulling his pants with him, and nodded.
 
“I´ll delete the blog. As promised.”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Back in his room, Goten immediately turned on his laptop. He wasn´t exactly
sure how he had to look at the situation. It didn´t feel like he had won
anything. Though, with his blog gone… He opened the file with his finished
novel. He could just as well polish this up and really start his writing career.
 
It took him a few minutes to realize. Maybe that has been Gohan´s plan after
all. To punish him. In every way. And then help him. Asshole.
 
Fin.
 



          Kapitel 5: The greatest show on Earth (Bra/Goten) - Part 1
          ----------------------------------------------------------


I don't wanna be in this house no more
 
Gotta get out, they're boring the hell out of me
I don't wanna be in this house no more
I gotta get out of here before it kills me
It's gonna kill me, so come on
 
 
Let's go, fall in love
It's the greatest show on Earth
It's the greatest show on Earth
 
The greatest show on Earth – The Feeling
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It was supposed to be exciting, bring something new to their arrangement, spice
things up. And it totally worked. It had been a spontaneous idea, when Bra had
noticed how the receptionist had ogled Goten and it hadn´t taken much
convincing to warm Goten up to the idea. He had been reluctant about having a
third person added, though it could hardly be called a threesome when Bra was
just watching them getting it on.
 
But maybe it was, when she was enjoying herself as well. Bra sighed when her
hand slipped under her panties, softly touching her clit, while Goten was deep
throating the receptionist. She hadn´t seen him do it before and it was quite
an impressive display, since the receptionist was big enough that she could see
the bulge moving in Goten´s throat. It was making her even wetter, rubbing
faster the more erratic the movement on the bed became. She could see that Goten
was half-hard, probably not able to focus completely on his own pleasure when he
was otherwise occupied. Very occupied.
 
She waited until the receptionist was done, coming over Goten´s face before she
let herself drift over the edge, enjoying the tremble that ran over her body,
the feeling of warmth and content that spread over her. Absentmindedly she
noticed the receptionist zipping up and leaving, waiting for her high to end.
 
Lolling her head to the side, she smiled at Goten. She was ready to help him
with his pitiful erection.
 
“This is disgusting.”
 
Bra raised her eyebrows, watching Goten rubbing at his face furiously.
 
“Stop dreaming and hand me a tissue, will you? I can´t open my eyes!”
 
She sighed, loudly, before she got up and rummaged in her bag. “Goten, you
ruined it, can´t you just lean back and enjoy?” She held the tissue over his
head before she shrugged and started wiping it. “I mean, I´ve seen you with a
guy for the first time. Isn´t it exciting?”
 
He got up abruptly and ripped the tissue out of her hand. “Not particularly.
Especially when they don´t even ask what they should do when they come. Getting
it away from me, for example.”
 
Bra rolled her eyes, it´s not as if it was her fault. “Whatever, thank you
for complying. You want some anal to light up your move? And room service? My
treat.” She grinned, moving closer but reluctant to kiss him in his current
state.
 
He huffed and went to the bathroom. Bra waited, inspected her nails, checked her
phone and was ready to barge in and see if he was still alive when he finally
came back, looking as if nothing had ever happened. “Honestly, not in the mood
right now. And I have to finish that chapter today, it´s better I stop wasting
more time.”
 
Oh. Oh now that´s how he wants to play it. “Goten, you agreed.”
 
“It was your idea. YOURS. I just wanted to do you a favour and excuse me when
I just want to drink a cup of tea and not have sex for the rest of the day after
an unsatisfying sexual encounter.” He grinned at her before he grabbed his
stuff and stomped out. Well. She frowned but followed him quietly, not saying
anything until they reached the lobby. Goten barely grunted goodbye when he left
her to pay the room.
 
“Already leaving?”
 
She looked up, the receptionist was gently wiping his mouth. Oh right, exactly
what she needed right now.
 
“Yes. Work is waiting, life is hard, whatever. Is the bar still open?”
 
“Of course.”
 
Of course was good. She needed a drink. Or two.
 
One glass of wine later she already felt a bit light headed and relaxed. Goten
didn´t understand. She needed him. He was the only one for her, he was the only
one who could do what he did, the only one with whom she didn´t have to hold
back! Her job was boring, she was still annoyed that her mother had decided she
would be good in the marketing sector because they looked so alike, but that
wasn´t what she wanted to do! She was born to do greatness, financial
greatness. And with that much financial greatness, they could finally start to
develop space trade! But no one wanted to listen to her visions!
 
… and venting wasn´t very helpful with humans. She wanted to be violent, but
not fighting, she never got into fighting quite like the rest of the Saiyan
bunch, well, most of them, and angry sex was out of the question with humans.
Even the most kinky sex turned out to be highly vanilla for her.
 
Goten understood it at first. It´s not as if he was any different than her,
it´s not as if he didn´t crave for some action in bed, it´s not as if it had
been hard convincing him that she no longer was his best friends little sister,
it´s not as if she ever held back and it´s not as if he wasn’t enjoying it!
 
She bit her lip. Maybe it wasn´t like that. They were the only ones, there was
no one else like them, and maybe they just arranged with what they got.
 
Her fingers played with the glass a little, before she drank it all at once and
went home.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Goten dropped his shoes near the entrance and walked slowly upstairs to his
room. Sometimes he regretted not moving out of his parent´s house, although he
liked having his family nearby, not having to care about anything and living
rent-free… Sighing, he pushed the door closed. Maybe he was getting too old
for it anyway, meeting in hotels for a fuck. Even Pan had already moved out.
 
He sat down on his desk, looking at his laptop. That was a problem for another
day, he was worried enough as it is. It wasn´t going well. No matter what he
did, his writing didn´t improve, he had the feeling his career would soon end
and then everyone would´ve been right, ‘learn something decent, Goten’
‘being a writer is not a job!’ ‘even Trunks has a family!’ They didn´t
understand. It was all he got! If it didn´t work out, there wouldn´t be a
backup plan. And then there was Bra… she wasn´t helping at all.
 
It had been weird at first but he was genuinely happy about their agreement. He
didn´t mind her bossing him around, he didn´t mind letting her hit him, he
didn´t mind violent sex, he didn´t mind trying everything she set her mind on,
but the aloof way she viewed him and had no regard for his opinion… it was
starting to get on his nerves. It hadn´t even been something big at the hotel,
he was just so fed up with it.
 
He grimaced, thinking of the icky incident. Maybe he should just leave her alone
to think about her self-centered view of the world. Opening the laptop, he
started revising his latest writing. That was definitely more important at the
moment.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bra watched the blond head moving slightly between her legs, it was so easy to
imagine… she moved her hands near him, cupping his head on both sides. If she
would just squeeze, just a bit, he would explode. She wouldn´t even need to use
much force, a little push and he would bleed out on her cunt.
 
Bra moved her hands away. Did she even ask for his name? She tended to forget
it, he was probably drunk anyway, the way he clumsily moved his tongue over her
clit and tried to suck without vomiting. It would probably take a while. She
leaned back, feeling the urge to smoke. Goten hadn´t answered his phone for a
few days now. She thought about texting him, but felt like his jealous
girlfriend and that was unacceptable. Maybe she had been a bit too demanding of
him lately. She would try to be nicer next time.
 
“Ah! You little fuck!”
 
It was more the surprise than the pain, but Bra was still not very happy about
getting scratched. She shoved him away, lightly, but it was still enough to make
him fall off the bed and crash into a chair. He was looking fine though, so she
didn´t bother getting up. Huffing, she grabbed her phone. She had enough of
that, Goten obviously managed to put her off humans and it was his
responsibility to not let her hanging! It took ten rings and a confused little
human quickly grabbing his shit and leaving until Goten finally picked up.
 
“What?”
 
“What is wrong with you? Take your fucking calls!”
 
Well. She could be nice later. There was some soft scrambling noise. Whatever he
was doing, he took his sweet time.
 
“Guess what, I didn´t want to talk to you.”
 
“I don´t care. I just had the worst oral in the world and need a decent fuck.
I´m at the…”
 
“Whatever, I´m sure there are other guys around that could fill in.”
 
She paused for a moment. He wasn´t coming? He…
 
“What?”
 
“Listen, I am really busy with my writing, Trunks lets me stay in his beach
house for the next couple months and I won´t leave here until my new book is
finished.”
 
She couldn´t answer. That was… unexpected.
 
“Bra?”
 
“Fuck yourself. FUCK. YOUR. SELF.”
 
“Yeah, and I really don´t want to see you during that time. Too much
distraction.”
 
She could almost see him grinning. Who did he think he was, giving her orders!
 
“You will beg for me to come to you, but I won´t. I WON`T. Continue your
miserable existence while writing crap you piece of shit!”
 
She hung up before he could say something else. Her hand was shaking. Her dad
probably felt the same when he locked himself in his training room, put it on
maximum and didn´t leave for hours. But that´s not what she would do. She
could control herself. She was better than this.
 
Four days later, Bra was sitting in her brother´s living room, looking intently
at her sister-in-law. She was pregnant again, Bra could hardly believe it, and
where the fuck was Trunks?
 
“Where is he?”
 
“At work. Why aren´t you at work, Bra?”
 
She looked across the room, noticed her two year old niece manhandling some toy.
Good girl.
 
“Because my work is the most boring, most overrated job on Earth and no one
needs my superior brain there. I need to talk to him.”
 
Anu raised one of her auburn brows. Sometimes Bra could understand why her
brother fucked her. The marrying thing… she didn´t quite get that.
 
“You can talk to me or wait until he comes home this evening. I don´t
care.”
 
“What´s it gonna be, another girl?” Bra pointed at Anu´s belly.
 
“A boy. Bra, what do you want?”
 
“Well, his three sisters gonna be happy ‘bout that.” She paused, took a
cookie of the table and ate it, staring intently at the plate. Trying to decide
if Anu was to be trusted. Shrugging slightly, she turned towards her. Better Anu
than no one.
 
“Alright. Listen Anu, I behaved a bit stupidly and need an advice.”
 
Anu scoffed, but waited for her to continue.
 
“There is someone I´m seeing.”
 
“Oh really? I thought you were more the type for… open relationships.”
 
Bra put on her best frown. This wasn´t going to be easy. “What can I say,
I´m seeing someone anyway. And I was a bit rude and now he doesn´t want to see
me.”
 
“Forever?”
 
“No. It´s about the principle.”
 
Anu seemed to be deep in thought, caressing her swollen stomach with her hand
absentmindedly.
 
“Can you maybe tell me what exactly you did?”
 
“No.” This was nothing to discuss with the family. They wouldn´t
understand. Or worse, judge. Be on Goten´s side. No thanks!

                                                                                                               
“Is he older than you?”
 
“A few years. Does this have anything to do with my problem?”
 
Anu stopped the stroking and looked her intensely in the eyes. Bra felt herself
blushing slightly, how embarrassing!
 
“Listen Bra, you may think you´re the smartest and greatest person under the
sun, but in reality you´re still a twenty something not knowing what you want
to do with your life, don´t interrupt me, and it looks like this person wants
you to take some time and maybe think about your mistakes.”
 
Bra closed her eyes. Wow. What an insight. As if she hadn´t thought of that
yet.
 
“I know. But what should I DO?”
 
Anu got up, walking over to her youngest daughter.
 
“You´re always so aggressive and self-centered, Bra. It wouldn´t hurt you to
be nice for once. Obviously, the mysterious stranger is worth it, if you spend
so much energy on thinking about him.”
 
Bra gritted her teeth, feeling her ki rise. She couldn´t hurt her, her brother
loved Anu. One day Anu would rot in hell, until then Bra could only force a
smile on her lips and leave.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Goten could hardly believe it. It had been four months, four months in which he
had visited his family regularly, in which he had talked to Trunks daily, even
to Anu, even to their cute little girls, but not to Bra.
 
Well, four months were enough not only to get a decent tan but also to finish
his newest novel. It wasn´t very good, but it should suffice to keep him around
long enough to write a masterpiece next. Maybe he should stop writing crime
novels, but other genres were so unpopular. He could try Science Fiction next…
 
Bra hadn´t called. She hadn´t come over. He had expected her to come to the
house, maybe beg a little, at least apologize, but nothing. Trunks didn´t
mention the sudden death of his sister, so something was definitely up. His
suspicions were confirmed when he went over to Trunks´ and saw Bra sitting in
the living room, talking with her oldest niece. She stared him right in the eyes
when she walked in, her stare so intense he almost took a step back.
 
“Goten, hey! Already read some good reviews, congrats! I haven´t read it yet
but I´m totally excited!” Anu slapped him on the shoulder and got an
irritated look for it. Bra only smiled slyly at him, not saying anything at all.
 
“I think you should finally start your own series, the lady detective from
your new novel would be great for a few more books, don´t you think? The lawyer
would make a great love interest for her!”
 
He hardly listened to the polite babbling, not caring if she actually liked it,
he was too distracted by Bra. Something had changed, was it the time he hadn´t
seen her? He couldn´t get his eyes away from her.
 
 “You were such a great help babysitting during our holiday, I have to thank
you again. You are so good with children Goten, I´m sure you´ll make a good
dad someday.” She slapped his shoulder again.
 
He finally managed to move his eyes away from Bra, not sure if he should say
something about Anu´s comment. She knew he wasn´t interested in a family, but
it probably was just some mindless chatter anyway. Anu´s newest baby started
screaming the same time and she picked him up to feed him. He decided to give
Anu some privacy, turning to Bra instead.
 
 “What are you doing here?”
 
Bras eyes widened for a second. “This is my family. Do I need to justify why I
want to visit them, Goten?”
 
His eyes narrowed, but before he could utter something nasty, Trunks entered the
room with his parents. Goten clenched his teeth, thinking about leaving
immediately. Trunks could’ve warned him, he was absolutely in no mood to talk
to Bulma and Vegeta, especially when Bra was eyeing him all the time. He had
wanted to talk to her, but that had to be re-scheduled. And Bra was talking with
her niece about math anyway.
 
Sighing, he sat down, as far away from Bra as possible.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bra had imagined how it would go, all the details, over and over. There was no
way she would give Goten the satisfaction of looking like she missed him. He
would instantly realize that she was perfect, that he shouldn´t have ignored
her for months and beg for forgiveness. All while she could see him squirm with
her family present, just waiting to get her away from the others, but she
wouldn´t, she would drag it out, enjoy the suffering…
 
It almost worked, though when he entered the room, a short beard and his hair a
bit longer than usual, perfectly disheveled and just too handsome, she almost
felt her plan crumbling. She wasn´t sure if she could wait until everyone went
home. But the way his eyes couldn´t leave her… she was definitely not the
only one being affected by it.
 
Just when her dad had eyed her suspiciously for the fourth time she excused
herself and left. It was a tiny victory at least. Sighing, she got into her car
and drove to work. Better than staying at home, masturbating. She had to get her
mind out of the gutter, distract herself. Not doing something stupid, like
calling Goten to come over immediately. When she entered her office she kicked
of her shoes, high heels, just worn for the occasion, and got to work. She
hadn´t been very productive lately, so there was enough to do.
 
About two hours later someone knocked on her window. Goten waved and she
reluctantly got up to open it. What a great idea that was, flying around in the
middle of the city!
 
“What are you doing here?”
 
Bra looked flabbergasted. They hadn´t talked for four months in private and
THAT was the first thing he said?
 
“Excuse me? I´m working.”
 
“Yeah but why?” He looked across the room, as if he was expecting to see
something unusual.
 
“Because I wasn´t in the mood to go home. What do you even care? It´s none
of your business!”
 
Goten stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating. “Why did you run
away?”
 
Bra felt her face getting hot in an instant. It was immensely embarrassing that
he connected the dots so easily. Her plan had been a total failure.
 
“I…  I didn´t, I just wasn´t in the mood for a long social evening.”
She looked away from him, feeling her heart race, was she actually nervous? She
had to force herself to look back at Goten. The way he scrutinized her, knowing
exactly why she had dressed up like that, the white blouse and the rosé shorts
over black tights, the high heels kicked aside carelessly. Not that he hadn´t
obviously bothered as well.
 
“Anyway, it´s been a while since we´ve seen each other and I´m glad you´re
doing well. Congrats on the book.”
 
He looked at her suspiciously. “Thanks, I guess.”
 
She pressed her lips together. Why didn´t he say something? Why was he just
staring at her? What was this all about?
 
“Listen, Goten, I think I was a bit pushy lately. I… think that was uncalled
for.”
 
Now his eyes widened and he broke into a wide grin. “Is that actually an
apology? From you?”
 
“That is no apology. I have nothing to apologize for. I´m not apologizing.”
That sounded pathetic even to her. She could only kill herself now to escape
this situation.
 
“Oooh, right. Of course not. But I like how we came to the same conclusion at
the same time.” He put his hands in his pockets, leaning his head to the side.
Moving a step closer.
 
“What are you doing?” Not that she minded, she didn´t mind at all. He was
close enough to smell his deodorant, she just wanted to… touch the stubble on
his face…
 
“Testing if you want to keep your promise.”
 
What promise? It hadn´t been a promise. A compromise, rather. “I´m not
finished with work.”
 
Goten got nearer, leaning her against the desk, she could feel his body press
against her, it was the most incredible feeling, how she had missed it, that
fucking bastard, letting her wait so long, she should just push him away and let
him deal with his boner alone, but she couldn´t, she just couldn´t, and then
he grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg up, there was no way she could refuse now.
 
“Do it tomorrow then. Or do you want to stop?”
 
Or course she didn´t, and he knew it. She sighed, admitting defeat. But what a
sweet surrender it was. She was gently rubbing her foot against his cheek,
feeling the stubble poking her through the thin fabric. He moved his head
slightly, biting her foot.
 
 “Are you into that?”
 
He hummed, rubbing his nose against her toes. “Who knows, I could start to
like it.”
 
Bra rolled her eyes. “Well, test it another day. I… kinda have a surprise
for you. Let´s switch.”
 
Goten got a doubtful look on his face, but he complied. When he leaned with his
back against the desk, she started fumbling on his trousers. She was really
excited, seeing his cock made her even more excited. This would be great!
 
“Bra, what are you doing?”
 
“Sucking your cock, apparently. Why?”
 
Goten was speechless. What a sight.
 
“You… you never did that.”
 
“I know. I don´t suck dick, but I changed my mind, so lean back and enjoy.”
 
He seemed convinced. She took another deep breath, stroked his dick a bit. It
was quite huge. Usually she liked it, but right now… She stroked the thick,
black hair around his base, following the trail up to his stomach until she
looked him in the eyes. That face made it worth it. Taking a deep breath she
took it hesitantly in her mouth, licking the tip. It was highly uncomfortable
and she hadn´t really started yet. Moving her head back, she stroked a bit
more, trying to raise her confidence. This time, she started licking it, the
whole length, on all sides. He wasn´t really hard, how embarrassing.  Taking
another deep breath she took it in her mouth, as much as possible. She wanted to
deepthroat it, but it wasn´t even halfway in when she had to gag and quickly
moved away, trying to calm down her stomach. Saliva was dripping down her chin.
She wiped it away carelessly, contemplating if she already showed enough
goodwill or if she should try one more time… When she looked up, Goten had a
mildly amused look on his face. Huffing, she decided he didn´t deserve more at
all.
 
“Bra…  no one became a pro just like that.”
 
She let out a bark of laughter and got comfortable on her knees. She was a
natural in many things, it wasn´t all that wrong to assume blowjobs were on the
list as well.
 
“But I have to give you points for the effort. Come on, don´t be mad.”
 
Bra pouted. He wasn´t even half hard, what an insult. “Fuck yourself.”
 
A heartily laugh made her look up again. “Stop pouting, you can do much better
things with your mouth. I´m sure my cock left a nice taste.” He grabbed her
by her arms, pulling her up to kiss her and what a kiss it was. She felt mad at
herself for enjoying it so much, the feeling of his hands on her butt, his firm
muscles under his shirt, the way he smelled, the way he played with her, making
her melt into his mouth without even realizing it. She broke away, her lips red
and swollen. He licked his, slowly.
 
“I hate you.”
 
Goten grinned, his teeth so white in the dim office. “I hate you, too. I never
wanted to fuck you again.”
 
“You’re welcome.” She pushed against his chest, making him sit down on the
desk. It took a lot of fumbling, there was too much stuff lying around and they
had some trouble getting her out of her shorts quickly enough. The tights were
sacrificed, Bra just wanted to feel him inside her and when they finally
managed, she moaned loudly from the bliss. She leaned back, not wasting much
time with a slow pace and got right into it, enjoying the sound it made each
time she slammed down on his dick. Goten had his hands on her hips, moving
slowly upwards, lifting her blouse until he cupped her breasts through her bra.
She had to lean forward, pushing up his shirt the same time. When she was deep
enough to kiss him he let his hands glide down her body to her ass again,
slamming her down with more force. She enjoyed the feeling of his thick hair
against her stomach, almost as much as the friction that was driving her insane.
 
She couldn´t have been the only one, it barely took them any time until they
came, shortly after each other. Bra tried to catch her breath when she felt
Goten slipping out of her. Right, they forgot a condom…
 
“Hey, Goten, you came in me.”
 
He shrugged, massaging her ass. It was unlikely she got pregnant, they both knew
it, so she could just as well make the best of it. Moving herself into a sitting
position, she managed to get her fingers inside her pussy, the sperm immediately
started to flow on her hand. It was quite much.
 
“You wanna know how you taste like?” He didn´t say a word, his black eyes
were just looking intently at her and he willingly opened his mouth when she
brought her hand up, licking on her fingers. Looking at it was even better than
feeling it. Maybe Anu was right, no one she met before had been that willing to
do everything she wanted and no one had done it looking as good as Goten did.
She should stay nice. Bra didn´t resist when he slowly moved her hand away and
leaned in for a kiss, although she thought it was a bit icky. He hummed into her
mouth and she didn´t mind all that much anymore.
 
“How about a second round on the sofa?”
 
“Yes please.” She tried to get out of her clothes quickly, throwing the
blouse away and feeling the relief when she opened her bra. Goten was just as
eager, almost tripping when he tried to get out of his skinny jeans. Bra
couldn´t resist, trailing her hand through his chest hair. Maybe it was her
saiyan side, or maybe it didn´t matter because it felt so nice. She got on the
couch, even on her knees and guided Goten to her entrance. It was a special
occasion and she wanted to feel as much of him as possible, as deep as possible.
She didn’t mind getting in a position she didn’t like all that much in that
case. Goten shortly had his hand on her lower back, moving slowly, so slowly
before he finally grabbed her around her waist, pressed her against him and
fucked her so hard she hoped she wouldn´t be able to get up the next day.
 
It was… perfect.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
The street lights flickered occasionally over their bodies, illuminating the red
nails with which Bra traced symbols on his chest, humming slowly to herself. He
should get up, move, it was already late but it felt so nice.
 
“You know, Goten, I thought about us. Our disagreement… was rather
unpleasant. So I´d like to propose something.”
 
She looked up, he felt her head move on his chest, but he didn´t want to change
position to look into her eyes. It was too comfortable.
 
“What?”
 
She exhaled. Obviously she had a speech prepared. “I try to be less…
demanding. And I will consider suggestions from you.”
 
He grinned, seeing his victory. Four month had been worth it. “That sounds
like an idea. I don´t want humans involved again.”
 
She shortly stopped her hand movements. “Alright. Wasn´t too much fun
anyway.”
 
“And I have some ideas about things we haven´t tried yet.”
 
Bra leaned on her elbow to get a better look at him. “I´m not gonna fuck any
women. I don´t like women.”
 
“Well, obviously. No humans.”
 
“Good. There´s always some asshat who thinks just because I´m good at sex
I´m a porn actress and would do a live show for him or whatever. I´m not into
girls.”
 
Goten frowned. He knew that just too well, most people couldn´t understand why
he was bisexual either. “I know, that wasn´t…”
 
“And I don´t want to fight with you either.”
 
“What?” Fighting? That was the least thing the thought about. “Why would I
want to do that? You can´t even fight!”
 
Now Bra got up completely, sitting down between his legs. “What do you mean?
Of course I can fight, good enough for you anyway. You can´t even go super
anymore, eh?” She grinned, her nails digging into his thighs. “I just don´t
think it´s hot.”
 
Goten gritted his teeth. He could go super, but it was very exhausting and there
was no point for it anyway. “I didn´t want to fight with you. Independent
from our power, so…”
 
She hit him quite unexpectedly and he had to admit, it hurt. NOW she wanted to
prove herself! Goten caught her fist, both of them struggling for a hold, both
determined to not let the other get away, until they fell off the couch. He
released her hands when he landed hard on his shoulder. Bra used the opportunity
to try and punch him again, but he managed to deflect the swing, just to be hit
square into the jaw with her other fist. He should´ve known she wasn´t
completely unaware of fighting. Bra used his short moment of disorientation to
aim her knee at his groin. Goten hardly managed to stop it, feeling the sting on
his hand. The struggling continued, both of them wrestling on the floor until
Goten tried to free himself and punched his elbow back. It connected, sounded
like a broken nose and when he turned around he saw blood flooding out of Bra´s
nose and probably her mouth as well.
 
They just looked at each other for a few seconds, both wide eyed in the darkness
of Bra´s office, while her blood dripped down on the cream coloured carpet. It
felt like an eternity, an eternity in which he felt his blood pulsing through
his system, making him more aware, more ready, he hadn´t fought in so long. It
wasn´t arousing, it was just… exciting. The moment he wanted to move, Bra
lunged forward, running into him, making them both stumble against the window.
Goten managed to get a hold of her, slamming her against the cold glass. She
just gritted her teeth, trying to kick him. He held her arms tight, probably too
tight. He didn´t care if it would bruise.
 
Goten waited a second too long. Bra managed a kick into his knee and he loosened
his grip shortly, long enough for her to grab his arm and smash him against the
glass next to her. Surprisingly, it didn´t break, but he felt some teeth
loosening in his mouth. She didn´t attack again. He slowly removed himself from
the window, intently looking at the blood stain he made there. It looked
terrific.
 
Bra was just standing there, half of her body illuminated in a dusty glow, big
white eyes, ready to strike. Blood was dripping out of his mouth. They both
reacted at the same time, running against each other, clawing at each other,
biting, snarling, kissing… kissing? Was it kissing? He hadn´t kissed like
that before, tasting her blood on his tongue and losing his mind over it.  He
sucked and licked until it was all gone, just as she did, feral, unthinking,
just tasting, tasting…
 
He let go of her, just staring into her eyes, shimmering in the dim light. Bra
came out of her stupor first.
 
“We should go. To the hospital. I think my nose is broken.”
 
Goten rubbed over a small blood stain on the carpet. He lost some teeth, but it
wasn´t that bad. “Okay. Let´s go.”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It was five in the morning. Her nose was aching, the painkillers hadn´t helped
much. All efforts to cover up the bruises were more or less useless so far, and
applying makeup hurt her, so she stopped. It had been a strange night. The
people in the hospital thought they were both victims of domestic violence, it
took some arguing to convince them otherwise. She was just happy that her nose
didn´t need setting.
 
Still, in a few hours she would need to work. Eventually, she would have to go
home. And even if she healed fast, the bruises would be visible for two or three
days. Bra sighed. There was no way around it, she had think of some cover story.
Nothing much to do anyway while she sat on her couch, watching the cleaning
people getting rid of the blood stains in her office. At least they didn´t ask
questions, but she had expected nothing else from a cleaning company who came in
the middle of the night to a crime scene.
 
Because that´s what it was. It hadn´t been… natural. It had been wrong.
There was no other way to justify it, but… it had felt so good. Bra shook her
head, trying to get rid of the memory of it all.
 
The cover story. Better get back to that.



          Kapitel 6: The greatest show on Earth (Bra/Goten) - Part 2
          ----------------------------------------------------------


There´s so much bad in the best of us
And so much good in the worst of us
So what happens to the rest of us?
 
God bless you lalala - Patrice
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
A few days passed. Bra couldn´t bring herself to call Goten, neither did he and
they were back at the beginning. At least her bruises were gone, her nose
healed… She stopped for a second. Maybe it wasn´t a good idea. She could
still turn around and go back to her car, drive back to her office. No need for
this visit. But then again… she continued walking, the soles of her shoes
clacked on the pavement. What an annoying sound.
 
The building was already in sight. With a sigh, she continued. She just wanted
to talk to someone who would understand. It would´ve been better if she had had
any friends, but then again they would´ve been human anyway and that… wasn´t
what she needed right now. Bra wondered when they had started to call them
humans though.
 
Bra quickly moved up the few steps to the reception. She was recognized, as
usual. “You are already expected, Miss Bra, in the locker room.”
 
Bra nodded. Locker room, not what she had expected. Probably private thogh. The
moment she put her hand on the doorknob, it was ripped open. Pan grinned at her,
wearing nothing more than some leggins and a sports bra.
 
“Here you are. Let´s go outside, it´s more comfy to talk there.”
 
Bra exhaled loudly but followed. She had thought for a long time who she could
talk to and Pan was the only available person who was neither too closely
related to herself nor too friendly with Goten. Not that she had any interest in
telling her the bit about Goten. And… they had been fairly close once. That
had to count for something.
 
“So what´s up? What´s the important thing you wanted to talk about?“ Pan
looked eager. Bra didn´t want to get her hands up. She didn´t want to revive a
friendship. She reluctantly sat down on the stone wall outside the building,
hoping her white trousers would stay white. Pan didn´t even put on a shirt, she
got some real bad habits from her grandpa.
 
“See, this is a very private matter and I don´t want to discuss it with my
family.”
 
Pan raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
 
“The person I have sex with...”
 
“Your boyfriend?”
 
Bra exhaled loudly. “No, the person I´m having sex with. That´s the status
of our relationship, we meet to fuck. Anyway, we kind of had a weird encounter
and I don´t know what to do.”
 
Pan sat up straighter. Beaming. This was not good. “Really? What was it?”
 
“Doesn´t matter, listen, it was intimate somehow, kinda like… you wouldn´t
do that with a fuck buddy.”
 
“Oh, kissing?”
 
Bra looked at her for a second and got up, ready to leave. She would figure it
out herself, she didn´t have to listen to this crap!
 
Pan grabbed her wrist quickly, pulling her back down.
 
“That hurt.”
 
Pan shrugged. “Don´t be so touchy, I was just teasing you. I´m glad you…
asked me.”
 
Oh no, that was absolutely not the direction this should take! “Pan, I… I
just want a second opinion. Nothing else.” Pan didn´t move a muscle, but Bra
knew that she had just made sure Pan would stop being nice. “I´m just afraid
my… acquaintance could get the wrong idea now. Thinking we could, I don´t
know, start dating.” It sounded so lame. Why did she have to come here?
 
Pan leaned her head back, looking intently at the sky. “What about the guy?
Think he would want that?”
 
“Obviously I´m concerned he will.”
 
“Well then, guess you have to talk with him, tell him what you want and see if
he wants the same. Can´t be helped.”
 
Bra pressed her lips tightly together. “I don´t know if that´s a good
idea.”
 
Pan stared at her for a while until she sighed, shaking her head softly. “Bra,
even if you´re afraid what he´s going to say, if you avoid the whole matter
nothing good will come of it. Just get over yourself.”
 
“I don´t want to lose him!” Bra´s eyes widened, almost slapping a hand
over her mouth. Damn. “I mean, what we have. It´s completely different from
dating, I really don´t want all that emotional baggage.”
 
Pan smiled at her, her eyes just as black as her uncle´s. It was unnerving.
“You want advice, this is what I have to offer. Talk with him. Don´t be
rude.”
 
Why was everyone saying that? It´s not as if she was a completely terrible
person… Though she was glad Pan didn´t poke her slip up.
 
“Okay, I´ll try. What about you, still training with Goku-san?”
 
Pan looked down, how she absentmindedly scratched her sixpack.
 
“Oh, yes! Yes, I do. Someone gotta take the job as protector of the Earth,
right? No one else seems to want it.” Oh, now the conversation turned to an
unpleasant route. “By the way Bra, did you break your nose?”
 
How the fuck had she noticed that? “I did, a few days ago. Got a bit violent
during sex, you know.” She shrugged, realizing too late what she had just
said. Pan stared at her, speechless. If she got up quickly enough, she could run
before Pan would get to say her piece. But she was too slow, Pan already leaned
in, her eyes slits. “Now I understand your reluctance to announce a
relationship. Isn´t that exactly what you always told me you didn´t want?”
 
“It could be anyone, what do you know!”
 
“Hardly. My dad wouldn´t do that, my brother isn´t the type for open
relationships and I doubt it´s my grandpa. Or is it? Or do you want to tell me
some human punched you hard enough for that.” She pointed at Bra´s face. Bra
just gritted her teeth. “It´s nothing serious with Goten. No need to be happy
about it.”
 
“Why not? You know as well as I do that the saiyan blood is already weak in
me. Why is it so bad to think that you two could have a baby if you are having
feelings for each other anyway?”
 
Bra jumped up, furious. “I shouldn´t have come to you, I… can you even hear
yourself talking? Do you really think that´s the right thing to do? What is
wrong with you?” And there it was, the old argument, the warped way Pan
thought she had to help the Earth. She shouldn´t have spent so much time with
Vegeta, there was no way she got the idea form anyone else. Sometimes Bra really
hated her dad.
 
“And what will happen when no one is left to defend the planet?” Pan had
gotten up as well, her voice barely low enough not to scream.
 
“And you never thought that no one would attack the god damn planet if no
Saiyans were on it?” She tried to calm down, feeling her blood rush through
her body way too quickly. “Why don´t you take care of it, then? Tell dad or
Goku-san about your great plans, I´m sure they would be delighted to donate
some sperm! Or maybe, maybe somewhere deep down in your twisted brain you know
that a child that will be stripped of all consent from birth is the most
despicable thing anyone could think of.”
 
“It´s not like that, Bra.”
 
“It´s not? Maybe I´m not the one who should think deep and hard. Maybe you
should.”
 
She walked away, not caring if Pan had anything to add, not caring if she would
spill her little affair with Goten to everyone instantly. It was unpleasant, but
nothing she couldn´t handle. Bra felt a little stab in her chest when she got
into her car. A few years ago, Pan had been… important to her. But not
anymore, not like that. She just hoped… that Pan would realize it was stupid
when no one would follow her incentive.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It had been five very hard days. Goten lay on a hammock in their backyard,
looking at the darkening sky. The weather was already getting cooler, especially
up here. Very hard days. Something had happened with him and Bra, that night in
the office, and he didn´t know how he should evaluate it. It had been…
incredible, but at the same time it had felt wrong. That was nothing they should
do, somehow… if only they had just agreed to meet again and now something like
that happened! And it was Bra´s fault, again!
 
Goten rolled on his side, watching over the mountain. It was her fault, but he
couldn´t blame her for not calling. It´s not as if he had. Ten minutes later
he sat in Gohan´s study, barely keeping his leg still. Gohan looked at him
amused, but waited patiently for Goten to spill whatever it was.
 
“Listen Gohan, a lot of things happened lately and I´m at a point where I
don´t want to keep it all to myself anymore.”
 
The amused look disappeared and made way for some concern. “Goten, what
happened? Are you ill? Something… with your book?”
 
If he would be ill, that would be easier to deal with! “No, not really. I
think I started something and don´t know how to control it anymore. I´m seeing
Bra.”
 
Gohan just stared at him for a long time. He seemed to have a hard time
processing the information. “What do you mean with that? Are you two a
couple?”
 
As if he knew… “I don´t know. I… we arranged for something different, but
somehow… I don´t know.”
 
Gohan finally came over, grabbing a chair and sat down. He got serious. Good.
“Goten, are you in love with her?”
 
“Would you mind?”
 
Gohan smiled a bit, shaking his head. “Of course not, why would I? You are
both old enough to know what you are doing. Are you concerned about Trunks?”
 
“No, I´m… no, I´m not. He doesn´t know, sure, but what I´m doing with
Bra has nothing to do with my friendship with Trunks. I am not in love with Bra,
that is the problem. We had a good arrangement until now, we just managed to
make it comfortable for both of us and then… I don´t know how to deal with
it. What if she doesn´t want to see me anymore? She hasn´t called!”
 
“And you haven´t, either, I guess. What did you do?” Goten rubbed his arms,
thinking about telling him, but… it was so private. “I can´t. Tell you.
There´s a line. I just want it to be like before, just…”
 
“Goten. You have to call her.”
 
“But what…”
 
“You aren´t three anymore! You are almost forty! Just call her!”
 
He was right, Goten was aware of that. He should just… get a grip. It wasn’t
that hard, just a phone call, a little talk, make sure they were standing on the
same side. “I know. I know I know I know!” He remained silent for a while,
reluctantly speaking again. “I don´t think the other´s would like us
together.”
 
“In case you change your mind and decide to be in love?” Gohan grinned
widely, probably trying to cheer Goten up, he just didn´t think it was funny.
“Listen, it is your life. It is of course wise not to offend everyone you
know, but you are not responsible for their feelings. You should do what you
think is right and believe me, even if you do fall in love with Bra, even if
someone is miffed they will get over it. I am absolutely certain.”
 
“Hm. I´m not in love with her. She sure isn´t with me. But I don´t think we
want to… stay apart.”
 
Gohan pressed his shoulder, the touch was very welcome. He was glad he finally
told his brother everything, it felt wrong being secretive to him. “Thanks for
the help.” Gohan smiled, not saying anything. It wasn´t needed.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
We should meet. And they did. Two weeks had passed, a long time to think and
analyze every little thing that had happened. She figured that it wasn´t all
that bad since most of that time she spent thinking what to do about Pan.
Eventually… she had to talk to her parents. But Goten was so much easier to
deal with. She would just tell him that all she wanted was to stay the same.
There had been no need to get all worked up about it, it was so silly…
 
She bit her lip, looking at the sand beneath her feet. It was wet and dirty and
surely left stains on her white moccasins. She didn´t like it, but they were
alone here. Her brother´s beach house was a few meters up, empty at this time
of the year. She should buy one, too. Someday. She looked at her watch,
impatiently. It was already… the same moment Goten dropped from the sky,
startling her.
 
“You´re late.”
 
“Sorry.” Didn´t look like it. He just sat next to her, looking over the
dark water. “Bra, last time had been weird.”
 
That´s it? That was all he was going to say? “Yes. All this blood sucking and
fighting stuff was not really necessary and I say we never do that again. We
should put that on the list.”
 
Goten grinned, rubbing his head sheepishly. “Y´know, I first thought it was
somehow like… bonding. Like we should be a proper couple now or something.”
 
Bra shrugged, trying not to show her relief that she had felt the same. “It
probably just felt like that because… there was no way we could’ve done
something like that with some humans.” Bra looked back at the water, at the
dirt on the sand. “And knowing you felt exactly the same as me in that moment
was a bit off-setting and weird. But new things always are, eh?” She tried to
lift the mood, but Goten didn´t take the bait.
 
“We really shouldn´t call them humans, it´s so alienating.” He stopped for
a second, not looking at her. “Bra, I`m not sure if we should continue with
this.”
 
“No!” Goten jumped a bit, and she was surprised about her passionate
response as well. “No, don´t even think about it! What is it you try to
justify this with? ‘Oh, I shouldn´t see Bra anymore, we kinda behaved like
Saiyans, that can´t be healthy, maybe I should try to fit in even MORE!’ We
are not gonna do that! You understand? We are NOT human! We can´t help that!
This was the first time I felt like I did something right! It was right. It was
weird and… and I couldn´t control myself and I was a bit scared, but it was
right. Not being human is RIGHT! We do not have to justify anything to
anyone!”
 
Goten hadn´t moved his eyes from her, wide and a bit scared.
 
“You don´t know how I will react anymore.”
 
“No I don´t, Bra. Neither do you.” He was right. She looked away, her nails
scratched the cold stone she sat on, leaving small marks. “Listen Goten, if
you don´t want to continue our agreement, I´m fine with it. But not for that
reason.”
 
A cold wind was blowing harshly over the beach, making her shiver in her thin
clothing. It was weird how loud it got. It was always loud in the city, she
simply didn´t expect it here.
 
“You sure ruin all my plans. I thought I knew what to do. But as it seems, I
do not.”
 
Bra struggled a bit, was it right, should she do it, should she try… she
finally touched his shoulder. It was warm. “You know, I like you. I like how I
can be around you.” She shrugged. “That’s enough relationship for me,
though.” Goten didn´t react. “If you only want to keep it going since I´m
the only other saiyan you can have though, then we should put an end to it.
That´s not healthy even if we only have sex.”
 
“When did it happen a twenty-something got more insight than a writer with a
lot of life experience?”
 
“I don´t know. You’re a lousy writer, maybe that´s why.”
 
“Fuck yourself.” He laughed. Looked like everything was alright again.
 
“I prefer if you do it. Do you want to?”
 
He nodded. That was fine. “What did you do, though? After our incident. You
sure didn´t look your best with the broken nose.”
 
“Oh, that was easy. The bruises were gone after three days, so I simply
didn´t go to work and I didn´t go home. Stayed in a hotel. What did you do?”
 
“Well, I told my parents I had a fight with Trunks.”
 
Bra exhaled loudly. “Yes. That´s of course an option.”
 
“And I told Gohan.”
 
“What did he say?”
 
“We have his blessings.”
 
Bra hopped up from the stone, standing in front of Goten. “Perfect. Then I
suggest we stop all this exhausting talk and do what we do best.”
 
The sand was cold and wet and dirty, probably getting everywhere she never
wanted it to be. She didn´t care. They just fucked until they didn´t feel the
cold anymore and kissed until the sun got up. This was the reunion she had
wanted. Finally.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Getting back into their old rhythm with the new changes was even better than he
expected. He hadn´t even realized how much he had missed it and somehow it made
him feel uneasy. He did a good job ignoring this feeling, though. That was
especially easy since he already set his mind on something he had wanted to do
before they had their little … disagreement.
 
“You remember when you said I could make a suggestion about what we try
next?”
 
They had barely entered the hotel room, Goten sat down on the bed and watched
Bra take off all the unnecessary stuff she was always wearing. One day he would
have to ask her if she had some help with looking like that every morning. Not
that he did mind. He liked it how she wore her hair in those big curls, looking
like some movie star from half a century ago, how she mostly dressed in white,
how she never wore high heeled shoes... well, almost never. Even more he loved
it when she took it all off, let her hair fall down her shoulders and get all
sweaty and angry and emotional. He suspected not too many people got to see that
side of her.
 
“Yes, I do. I´m gonna shower now.”
 
She didn´t even wait for him to follow. Goten took off his shoes and socks and
walked over the soft carpet to the huge bathroom. He should take advantage of it
sometimes. He couldn´t afford hotels like that, he should just… stay and let
her pay it. Maybe he could write better here. It took him all the way to the
bathroom to decide it was a stupid idea. He couldn´t write better in Trunks´
beach house either.
 
“So, do you wanna hear my proposal?”
 
“Do I have a choice?”
 
Her voice was muffled through the sound of the water and the glass of the shower
stall. Carefully, he pushed the glass door a bit to the side. “Not really.
See, there´s one thing I always wanted to try…”
 
Bra eyed him from the side. She had a grumpy expression on her face, maybe the
cold air getting in, maybe the water getting out, he didn´t care. “Fisting. I
know it´s quite extreme, but I think I earned it. Don´t you?”
 
She rinsed her hair out, seemingly thinking about it. “You wanna try porn in
real life, right?”
 
“Yeah.” No need to lie. Half of the stuff she set her mind on was surely
porn inspired. “And I know you´re not a porn actress, so don´t be mad.”
 
She splashed some water on him for that. “Whatever. But not in the ass.”
 
“Are you crazy? I hardly fit my dick in there! No no, front entrance.”
 
“Fine. BUT you gonna lick my pussy till I feel like I couldn´t ever come
again in my life!”
 
That wasn´t a hard task. “Sure. Though you might be a bit too tender for the
premium treatment.”
 
Bra just gave him a sideways stare. Couldn´t stop him from grinning. “Ah. If
you say so, Goten. Hand me a towel.”
 
If she even knew how many guys she had fucked already? He had lost count one
day, but she was still young. One day he would ask her. “Hey, do you mind if I
stay a bit longer in the hotel? Afterwards?”
 
Bra wrapped the towel around her head, leaving her pretty nipples visible just
in front of his eyes.
 
“Think you´ll write better here? Like some kind of bourgeois artist?” She
shrugged, getting out of the shower. “But no hookers. I´m gonna check the
bill!”
 
Goten rolled his eyes. “I don´t need to pay for it. I´m that good.”
 
“Well, how about you show me some of that talent? Asshole.”

Oh, nothing easier than that. It didn´t take them long to get from kissing and
taking off his remaining clothes to fingering and licking. Goten restrained
himself though, the moment she was really wet and aroused he stopped.
 
“Why did you stop?” Her face was flushed, making her freckles even more
visible. She usually covered them up, getting to see them was… mesmerizing.
Maybe she knew how insanely good it looked. Goten grinned. And he was one of the
selected few to view them.  
 
“I think you´re wet enough to start.”
 
Bra stared quietly at him. Really long. Something was displeasing her.
 
“You might wanna use lube, I won´t stay wet.”
 
Goten exhaled, but reached for her bag. Not that it would be necessary…
“Alright, preparations done, when I´m hurting you say something.”
 
She just made an annoyed hand gesture, so he proceeded. He usually got four
fingers in to the knuckles with ease, and it was still the case. Bra kept her
sitting position, watching him. After a few strokes he looked up, brows
furrowed. “What are you doing?”
 
“I wanna see if it fits.”
 
He huffed. If she wanted it… He tried to push his hand further, beyond his
knuckles, slowly. Her entrance started to feel really tight. Bra hissed,
grabbing his arm in an instant and holding it still.
 
“Not so fast. Do it slower.”
 
Bra leaned back, obviously she didn´t want to watch anymore. Somehow they both
had expected it would fit immediately, not that it made any sense. A lot of sex
didn´t widen any vaginas just like that.
 
“Maybe we shouldn´t push it. I mean, I can try to widen you a bit today, but
not… all…”
 
“Hey! You do that! I can take it! A little pain is nothing, just try not to
rip something.” Goten kept his fingers where they were, not sure how to
proceed. Was she serious? “Goten, what are you waiting for? My vagina feels
better, push your damn knuckles in!”
 
She was serious. Slowly, he moved his hand again, pushing a bit deeper with
every thrust. Bra had been right, she was already not that wet anymore. But she
was tense. Goten suspected the great atmosphere they created to be at fault.
They were quite and concentrated, like conducting an experiment, not having sex.
He took his hand out, squirted some lube on it. Bra eyed him, annoyed, but
didn’t comment.
 
“It had been very liberating when I talked to my brother. He didn´t mind at
all. I thought they all would, you are so much younger than me…” He pushed
his hand in deeper, almost…
 
“Goten, aren´t you kinda busy down there? Can you just shut up?”
 
Like hell he would. He had to get her mind off it for it to work and he had
wanted to talk about it anyway. “Do you want to tell Trunks or can I?” She
jumped up, furious and the same moment he gave his own final push and the hand
was in. Bra gasped, her hips thrust upwards, she got really tight, pressing his
fingers inside her. It hurt a bit, he didn´t care. Feeling her convulsing like
that was an amazing feeling.
 
“Oh my … god! Fuck! You damn bastard!”
 
Goten tried to move a bit, hoping to get her comfortable that way.
 
“Stop that! Damn, god, stop, wait, just wait a bit!” She hit his arm, his
other arm. Maybe he should wait. “I will so get back at you! And don´t you
dare tell Trunks, I´m gonna rip off your dick and use it as a dildo.” Her
face was contorted from rage and something else he wasn´t sure about, but he
wasn´t worried. Just wait a bit… Her toes curled when she slowly got her hip
back down on the bed.
 
“Well it worked, didn´t it? Say when you´re ready, I´ll try to move
then.”
 
Goten didn´t dare to move. She gripped the sheets in her fists, probably
ripping them, she was immensely tight inside, pressing so hard he was afraid she
would push him out again. She continued to grunt and curse a while longer,
though she seemed to relax a bit with every passing second. Goten kept quiet. He
still remembered his first ass fuck and this was probably similar. He could
wait, his hand was fine. Goten exhaled slowly, shifting a bit in his position.
His knees started to hurt. He took a look, making sure she wasn´t bleeding.
“Are you okay?”
 
Her hair hung in her face, sticking to her sweaty skin. She looked ready to
kill. “Sure. Great.”
 
“Want me to try move? Or not?”
 
Bra nodded, slowly. She seemed to consider it. “Probably not… can you make a
fist? I mean, a real one? Try not to… move too much.”
 
Oh great, what an order, nothing easier! Bra lied back on the bed, making
herself comfortable. With the whole hand inside it was pretty tight, curling his
fingers was especially difficult. He tried to spin his hand, it barely worked.
It took a few turns to get his fingers onto his palm, a few more to form the
complete fist. Just then he broke his concentration, noticing Bra was moaning
again. This time though not for pain. Not at all.
 
“Whatever… you are doing… keep doing it.”
 
He nodded involuntarily, slowly starting to move his hand, pushing it completely
into her. She gasped, rubbing against the sheets. Didn´t look like she was in
pain. After a few careful movements he uncurled his fingers again, pushing until
his fingertips felt the entrance to her uterus. He softly pushed against it,
testing if she liked it.
 
“FUCK Goten, what are you doing? Stop fingering there, do what you did
before!”
 
She didn´t. With a small shrug, he got back where they left, carefully forming
a fist again and slowly starting to fuck her. The longer he was in her, the more
he appreciated it. This wasn´t like anything he had ever felt before, a part of
his body was completely inside her, he could feel her. Every small movement she
made, when she turned around on the sheets, shivering, pulsating through his
hand, making him feel… connected. They couldn´t get away. They couldn´t stop
it, wanting things that would keep them closer instead of further apart. Goten
stopped for a second, he looked for Bra, for her eyes, as did she.
 
“Continue.” She paused. “Please.”
 
It took him some time to break eye contact, to start moving his hand again,
feeling her walls close around him, inviting him, caressing him, forcing him to
comply. He started licking her, making her come, he wanted to feel her spasming
and squeezing him, giving him all she could, sharing it all, just for this one
moment.
 
She did.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“I´ve got a present for you.”
 
Goten looked only mildly impressed when Bra put out the large dildo. She
couldn´t even close her hand completely around it. It was pink, long and she
loved it the second her eyes fell on it. Work had been particularly boring that
day.
 
“Wow. What you gonna do with it?”
 
Bra stroked it carefully, laying it on the bed. The hotel had shimmering sheets,
making it look even more glamorous. Slowly, she started undressing, loosening
her tie, deep red, unbuttoning her shirt, mild rosé, pulling down her skirt,
knee length, all the time Goten followed her movements, excitement clearly
visible in his eyes. Till he saw her panties.
 
“Is that what I think it is?”
 
Bra grinned all over her face. Indeed it was. She grabbed her new dildo,
clasping it onto her underwear. A strap-on.
 
“I even bought lube with cherry flavour!”
 
Happiness wasn’t exactly what Bra would´ve used to describe Goten´s face.
She had thought about it a long time. What to do. Again. She didn´t know how it
had ended like that, a harmless test of some sex they never had, but letting him
fist her… it had been more intense than she had thought. Not quite as
disturbing as the night in the office, no. She had liked it and in the end, she
wasn´t sure what was worse. There was no way they would start getting close.
Not like that.
 
Some time had passed already. They´d gotten back to their rhythm, meeting to
fuck, tried fisting some more, but it hadn´t felt like the first time again.
She had thought of fisting him in return, maybe they would´ve liked it. The
thought of being inside him like that, of actually feeling him, taking him
excited her more than she was feeling comfortable with. Still, the thought
didn´t leave her. She had to do something. Something less intimidating,
something that made them even again without building up more of this tension.
Something like this.
 
“You wanted to try something out, I want to try something out. A fair deal,
isn´t it?”
 
Goten sighed, he seemed to have troubles thinking of a clever answer.
 
“Goten, what´s the problem? It´s not the first time I fuck you. I´m sure it
fits, it´s not that big.”
 
He removed his hands, rubbing them over his cheeks. He hadn’t shaved for a day
or two, his black stubble made a scratching sound when he touched it. She felt
the excitement rise in her, his stubble against her skin was the most delicious
feeling. She couldn´t wait for it.
 
“Is this payback or something?”
 
Bra rolled her eyes. Whatever. “No, of course not. It´s not my fist. I just
want good, old… fucking.” She removed her bra, snipping it away. “And now,
I want you to lick it.”
 
He took his shirt off, some cheap grayish sweater, he really had no taste. Bra
preferred much more what was underneath. The firm muscles, the thick, black hair
all over his chest and down his stomach… she even liked that he lost some of
his muscle mass over time. Work outs were one thing of their heritage she gladly
ignored. His jeans followed, he was wearing black underwear, at least something.
 
“You really want me to suck your pink dick?”
 
Bra stroked her dildo softly. “Yes. Like it´s my own.” She smiled. Goten
was a pretty good cocksucker. Not that she could know, but she wanted to see.
She wanted to see him choke on it and look at her while he was on his knees.
 
“Fine, when did I ever say no…” She had seen him suck actual dicks, this
was the fast version. He just took it in his mouth and started moving. Bra
raised her eyebrow at the poor scene.
 
“Look at me.” Goten simply continued. Involuntarily Bra had hoped for that.
She grabbed his hair, ripping his head back. “I said, look at me!” Goten
slowly let the dildo slip out of his mouth, licking his lips. “You want the
whole show?”
 
She pulled his head a bit harder, not letting go. “It´s not such a big deal,
is it? You do it all the time. Just do it for me.”
 
Goten smiled wide, grabbing her hips. “You might wanna let go if I should
continue. Do you want to learn how to do it? Your attempt was pretty bad.”
 
He had hardly time to react when she slammed his head down. “You don´t have
to be an asshole about it. Come on, put a little effort into it!”
 
Goten looked up, he probably wanted to give a biting retort, but his mouth was
occupied. Bra didn´t let go of his hair, just out of spite. He grabbed her hips
hard when she started to push him deeper, already gagging.
 
“You´re the expert, can you swallow?” He looked like he wanted to say
something nasty, but he didn´t let go. Exciting. And then he moved forward,
taking in the whole fucking thing. She didn´t know how he did it, but she loved
every second of it. He looked up again, triumphantly. When he started
struggling, she noticed how she had held his head and released him.
 
“You actually did it.” Goten panted, wiping his mouth. “Practice. You need
some.” He grinned at her, probing at that one sore spot. Never again she would
do something that selfless!
 
“I don´t care. Come on, turn around.”
 
It wasn´t the first time she fucked him with a strap-on, though it had been
quite a while. She stroked over his back, over his tail spot. There was still a
little hairy stump, leaving a tiny pang of jealousy in her. He had a visible
reminder of what he was, she was denied that little pleasure. As if it wasn´t
bad enough they had gotten their tails cut off without their consent.
 
“Do you need preparation?”
 
“Nah. Should be okay, just go slowly.”
 
Bra shrugged and put some lube on her hand. Fine. Still wanted to finger him a
bit. Her fingertips played lightly with his entrance, making him twitch. How
good would it feel to actually be inside him? She huffed, as if. There was no
way she would do that, it would be too... Just the fingers were enough and two
fit in easily. Three as well. Four… she pulled back before she did something
stupid, pouring lube over her dildo. Cherry flavour was an understatement, it
smelled badly like chemicals, there was a reason they always took scentless, she
just had wanted to make it… special. 
 
“Ugh…”
 
Goten raised his head, looking over his shoulder. “Is everything alright?”
 
Was it? She wasn´t sure. She wasn´t sure of anything anymore. “Yeah. Sorry,
I just… broke my nail. I…”
 
She placed the tip of the dildo on his entrance, about to go in. Goten shrugged,
turning his head back. Seemed plausible to him. Seemed plausible to her. But
somehow, she just didn´t want to. Not like that.
 
“Would you… Goten, would you mind turning around.”
 
He sighed, was he already fed up with her? Being rough wasn´t good, being nice
wasn’t good either!
 
He turned around, sitting down on the bed. “What is the matter? You changed
your mind? Not getting enough out of it that way?”
 
Bra shrugged, her hands stroked over her thighs. She was embarrassed, a very
unfamiliar feeling. “Idiot. I just wanted to… look at you.” She sat down
on her butt, getting her legs out under her. “Why don´t you sit on me? We
never did it like that.”
 
It was a horrible silence that followed. She shouldn´t have said that. “Bra,
are you sure you want to do that? We…”
 
She knew. She knew, that was the worst, she knew what she was doing, she just
wanted to do it anyway! “Why not? WHY NOT? Do you want to? Do you want to feel
close? I want to, we don´t have to look for justification, I just want to…”
Her hands grabbed the sheets, she felt helpless. Maybe he got over it better
than she did, maybe he would just walk away right now. But he was still there.
Looking just as miserable as she did.
 
“Bra, we are getting into something I´m not sure we want to get in.”
 
“So what? If it feels good, it´s worth it, right? Do you know that every day
I sit in my office, every day I delegate everything I have to do to my
co-workers, without problem cause I´m not even needed there, everyday I´m sick
of the thought to go home, in my room, thinking about what a worthless day I
just spent, AGAIN, and the only thing that cheers me up is seeing you! Cause
you… see me.”
 
It was the first time they hugged, she couldn´t remember if they had ever done
it before. A sincere hug, just a hug, nothing in between.
 
“I don´t love you, Bra.”
 
He sounded raw. She suspected it had nothing to do with his earlier deepthroat
because she felt the same way. “I know Goten. I´m not loving you either. I
just… I don´t want to change what we are doing. And I´m willing to
compromise.”
 
“Why do you think you need to convince me? Don´t you think I might feel the
same?” Bra hugged him tighter, her face fit perfectly in the curve of his
neck. Why hadn´t they ever done this before? “Do you feel the same? You’ve
got a job you like.”
 
“I´ve got a job I suck at and everyone knows. I´ve got a life everyone
thinks is pathetic, I can see it. Not exactly something to look forward to every
day.” He stopped, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder, it felt nice. “My
life´s just the same mess as yours. I´m not convinced though… if the
combination is helpful.”
 
“It is for me.” She sounded like she was about to cry. It made her sick.
 
Goten moved away, still in her lap, trying to look at her. She didn´t want him
to, not when she looked like this. “I don´t want to hurt you.”
 
Bra smiled, a weak attempt to hide how she was about to freak out. “You know,
I can care for myself. You don´t need to waste your thoughts on that.”
 
“I´m the adult here.” She finally looked at him, his eyes were just as wet
as hers were.
 
“Yeah, not really. Not at all.”
 
They stopped talking. Goten moved a bit, positioned himself over her until he
could slip slowly down on the dildo, almost forgotten. It wasn´t a part of her,
but she felt every movement he made, every time he touched her skin, every
little moan from him, she felt how he trembled when he rubbed against her
stomach, how he came.
 
She had never had sex while she cried. She had never had sex when her partner
cried. And she never wanted it to happen again.
 
 



          Kapitel 7: The greatest show on Earth (Bra/Goten) - Part 3
          ----------------------------------------------------------


I´m not falling down on my knees, begging you to adore me
Can´t you see it´s misery and torture for me
When I misunderstood,
I tried as hard as I can, I tried as hard as I could
To make you see, how important this is to me
 
Shake the disease – Depeche Mode
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bra had her genius idea right away, right after she left the hotel. The
execution took a bit longer. Three weeks, way too long, she was so excited! The
location was perfect, the hotel was just the right amount of expensive, it had a
beautiful panorama view over the city, a gigantic bed... They hadn´t seen much
of each other in those weeks, but there was still a definite change in their
relationship. Somehow, the pressure was gone. Somehow, it was more relaxed.
 
She waited until after they had sex, before she spilled her plan. She doubted
it, but should it backfire it was better to have something enjoyable beforehand.
And currently it was just so damn enjoyable. Bra took a deep breath to calm her
nervousness, sat up and looked at Goten. His brows furrowed, curious.
 
“Goten. I have an announcement to make. We are going to marry.”
 
It took some seconds for him to react. “What? Why?”
 
She rolled her eyes. Maybe he didn´t understand. “We are going to marry. You
and me.”
 
“But why? Seriously Bra, you cannot just burst out…”
 
“OKAY, you know what, you had your fucking fist inside me, when I say we marry
you ask when and not why! You got that?”
 
Goten started laughing, also not the expected reaction. “Okay okay, whatever
you say. It´s just a bit… unexpected.”
 
Bra closed her eyes. That was a yes. More or less. Nothing could go wrong from
here. “Alright, I thought about it, our current situation and lifestyles and
it was the only conclusion I could reach, don´t interrupt me. I want you to be
available for me, and to make sure of that I want to marry you so that you
don´t die of starvation once your parents are gone. I read your blog, not even
the stories you write for fun are good! How can you mess up porn stories, we did
all the stuff you wrote about!”
 
Goten lost his smile. He better did. “So you want to give me money?”
 
“No, of course not. See, once we´re married, I will give you some money every
month, you´re not used to being rich, we´ll start slow. I also have a contract
ready, in case you find someone you actually love you get enough money from me
in case of a divorce so that you don´t have to rely on your writing as source
of income.” He didn´t say anything, so she continued. He was probably stunned
by her generosity. “About our careers, I haven’t looked too much into it but
I´m sure if we can get you another publisher and a better editor you can polish
up your writing and get the optimum out of it. I was a bit busy the last few
weeks, but I´ll figure it out how to do it, don´t worry.”
He didn´t look all that worried. Good. “For me, I already made some
arrangements, but it will take a little more time, so we can´t marry right
away. Maybe another month.”
 
“What arrangements?” Now he looked serious. Involved. That was good, she
actually could use some more help instead of taking care of everything herself.
“I will quit the idiotic job at CC that my mum gave me out of pity, I guess,
and start my own company. Already have a substitute for my spot, so no one can
complain!”
 
“Your own company?”
 
“Yes. You know, I signed a contract when I got a legal adult that I can have
my share of my mum’s heritage while she still lives if I wish to, and I wish
to. That´s enough to start my own business. It´s investments.”
 
“Investments.” Goten hadn´t moved an inch since she started talking. It was
a little unnerving.
 
“Now, what do you say? I already bought an apartment, if you want to move in
with me. I guess that would be the best… but it´s in Southeast City. I really
don´t like the weather here, it´s always so cold and rainy…”
 
He exhaled loudly, looking away. “You know, that is all very thoughtful. Might
I ask why you haven´t asked me a bit sooner if I have anything to add? Since,
you know, this is about your and my future and all that.” He raised his
eyebrows. Bra just stared at him, waiting for him to say something else. Thank
her. Maybe she could´ve asked him, but there was still so much to do and it´s
not as if it had been a surprise then!
 
 “Well yeah, but we would´ve come to the same conclusion, right? There´s
still enough to take care of and I mean, we don´t have to marry. I can help you
with finding a decent publisher and all that anyway, I mean… we are…”
 
 “That´s not the point!” He had gotten up, looking pretty angry. She
didn´t understand, what else could she suggest! It had been three weeks of work
to plan everything! “What is the point then? What don´t you like about it?
I´m sorry I didn´t ask you before, I just wanted to make it a surprise.”
 
“What I don´t like? Seriously, how can you even… you just told me how you
want to plan my life without even asking me first! My… my career, as if I´m
another one of your fucking projects! As if I couldn´t think for myself and…
and… care for myself!”
 
Bra felt her eyes burning, close to tears. She didn´t want to, feeling weak and
worthless and especially not when Goten couldn´t even understand why she had
done it! If he would just think, but he didn´t and now he was blaming her and
she couldn´t even defend herself, because it was hard enough to keep the crying
down without opening her mouth to talk.
 
“I … I didn´t…”
 
“Of course you didn´t. You never do.”
 
It was unfair. It was unfair and he already got up to leave and wouldn´t let
her explain it again, just running away, like always!
 
“Goten, wait.” She grabbed his arm but he just pushed her away. It actually
hurt a bit. “Let me explain, please!”
 
He finished dressing, not even turning around to look at her. “I´m not
interested.”
 
She shuffled over the bed and stood up, so that she could at least look at his
face. She didn´t touch him again.
 
“Don´t be like that, I just meant the best, but if you don´t want to, we can
still…”
 
Goten looked up, staring at her for a few seconds before he left the room. Bra
got back on the bed and tried to calm down, but her mind was racing, trying to
figure out what had went wrong.
 
So phenomenally wrong.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Goten wandered around Mount Paozu, not really paying attention where he was
going. It was a cold night, not long and it would start snowing again. He huffed
out his breath and sat down on a rock, the stone chilling him to his bones. It
was helping him to calm down. It had taken so much out of him to show restraint.
He hadn´t wanted to listen to Bra´s explanations and declarations of well
meaning. He had almost felt sorry for having made her cry, but he had retaliated
quickly. Bra wasn´t easily swayed by anything and Goten couldn´t deny that it
had been a small shock when she had reacted that strongly. Her great plan
must´ve seemed really good in her head, foolproof probably.
 
And that´s exactly why he hadn´t caved in. He had never realized how naïve
she was, her façade was really good. It wouldn´t hurt her to get a harsh
lecture in real life.
 
She called the next day. Goten almost didn´t pick up his phone when he saw her
ID.
 
“What?”
 
“Hi Goten, good morning! I…” There was a short pause. “I´m sorry I
offended you yesterday.”
 
“Thanks.” There was another pause. Goten could imagine Bra´s face when she
tried to get her thoughts in order since he had interrupted her speech. It was
almost amusing.
 
“Anyway, I thought you want to discuss what parts we could do and not do. I
mean, I will go through with the points for me, but since you obviously have
strong feelings about wanting to have a say in matters that concern you, I…”
 
He hung up. He blocked her. He threw his phone on the other end of the room.
 
He had never expected it to end like that.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
With every week that passed, it all seemed more surreal. He had left her
blacklisted, but he was surprised that she hadn´t sent her brother to go talk
to him. Or Gohan. She knew that he knew. But… nothing changed. She was just
out of his life and everything else was just as it always had been. After a
month he decided to go back to Trunk´s beach house. It was winter, he wouldn´t
use it anyway. It wasn´t that much fun on the beach when it was constantly
raining. Maybe it would set his mood to write something, something fresh.
Something new. He should… draw inspiration from his awful mood!
 
Three months later the only thing he had managed was to get into a state of
utter laziness. He barely showered, hadn´t shaved, hadn´t cleaned up and
hadn´t written. But he had read a lot. And he hadn´t called home. Long enough
to raise suspicions, obviously, at least that would explain Gohan´s presence in
his living room, staring at him darkly.
 
 “Goten. I thought you might have died and I wanted to retrieve your dead
body to bury it after you haven´t called for two weeks. Unfortunately, you´re
still alive.”
 
“Barely.” His voice sounded strange to him, after not talking for quite some
time. He cleared his throat. “What do you want?”
 
Gohan snorted. It was so unlike him. “I was afraid you were either in an
unhealthy writing frenzy of seriously moping about something. Guess it was the
latter.”
 
“I don´t care if you placed bets on it, just go away. I want to be alone,
obviously.” Goten raised his book again, trying not to get mad. He could´ve
just called, but no, he had to come here acting all big bro because obviously
Goten couldn´t take care of himself! As if he wasn´t an…
 
“FUCK! Are you insane?” Goten sat up in a second, dusting away the remains
of his novel that Gohan just blew away with a ki blast. A very neatly shot ki
blast. He was sure some hair was missing.
 
“You look a mess and you behave like a mess! At least look at me when I´m
talking to you!”
 
Goten eyed him warily while he pushed the remains of the book on the carpet. His
brother rarely got angry, so he better tried to be cautious. Sometimes, his damn
family thought violence would solve a matter and he wasn´t in the mood for
that.
 
“Gohan, I´m just spending some time here, no need to get all angry about it.
What do you even care?”
 
Gohan huffed and looked away. Now that was interesting. “I was afraid you sunk
into depression after your breakup with Bra.”
 
Goten snorted. Of course Gohan would realize what was going on. “We haven´t
been in a relationship, so we didn´t break up. Yes, I´m a bit unhappy about
how she acted, but since you know nothing about it I´d rather you don´t jump
to conclusions.” He leaned forward, whispering: “I can take care of
myself.” Gohan still looked the other way decidedly. “So was that really it
or do you want to talk about something? It´s not your style to stomp into other
people´s houses and scream around.”
 
“It´s not your house.”
 
Goten waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah, you get the drift.”
 
Hesitating a few more seconds, Gohan finally took a deep breath and started
talking. “Bra called me and wanted me to talk to you about some
misunderstanding or something. Since that meant you obviously didn´t want to
talk to her I brushed her off and then she got angry and started insulting
me.”
 
“That sounds familiar…” Goten grinned, nothing new on that front.
 
“And then she started saying stuff about Pan and how she´s insane and how we
all decide to ignore it and that we are horrible people… it was a bit
exhausting.”
 
“Aha.” Goten gestured Gohan to sit down. That went into a completely
different direction and he started to get slightly worried. He knew that Bra and
Pan had been friends once, but even with Bra´s temper she wouldn´t just say
nasty stuff about Pan if she actually just wanted to insult him. “What exactly
was the matter?”
 
“I tried to find out and Bra told me that Pan thought it would be nice if she
had a child with you so that the Saiyan blood wouldn´t dilute too much.”
 
“What?” How did she even know? Had… had Bra talked to her? About them? And
why…? “Did you talk to Pan?”
 
Gohan nodded, looking very old all of a sudden. “She didn´t deny it and she
got pretty angry as well and accused me of being naïve and whatnot. Since we
have to protect the Earth, you know.”
 
Goten had never expected his niece to be some kind of extremist. Someone had to
talk to her and tell her to stop being stupid. Preferably not him though.
“Alright, did you manage to convince her that that´s bullshit and I will
definitely not make babies with Bra?”
 
“That´s not the point! Yes, I tried, I told dad, I hope he does better. She
only got angry at me.”
 
So that was it. Not so concerned about his moping after all. He awkwardly patted
his brother on the shoulder, thanking some unknown deity that he had no children
whatsoever. “And Bra?”
 
Gohan looked up, confused. “What about her? Told her I´m not your messenger
and if you don´t want to talk to her then I can´t help.”
 
Good. Very good. That sounded great. “Can I help you with Pan somehow?”
 
“No. No, I don´t think so. I just wanted to… I´m worried. A lot.”
 
“Don´t be. Dad will make sure that she stops being stupid.” Or someone. It
would solve itself. Pan was a good girl.
 
“And you? How long will you mope around here?”
 
“I´m not moping, Gohan. Not much anyway. I just… needed a timeout. Guess
I´ll go back to civilization soon though, my editor got all nervous for a new
book, you know.”
 
Gohan smiled and hugged him awkwardly from the side. “I don´t, but good luck
anyway.”
 
Gohan left shortly after, even apologized for exploding earlier. A few days
later Goten decided to finally end his recluse and get back to society. His hair
needed a cut desperately and some grocery shopping was needed as well… He made
a mental list while he waited for his appointment, so much stuff to do before he
could leave the beach house.
 
“Hi.”
 
Goten was ripped out of his thoughts by a warm, female voice. Someone else
waiting for her turn. Very pretty. He gleamed over her, years of practice judged
her quickly. She was younger than him, maybe 30, not very tall, pretty dark
skin, curly black hair, full lips, would probably moan excessively. And she
noticed he didn´t answer.
 
“Are you waiting for your girlfriend?”
 
He forcefully had to get his thoughts away from the size of her breasts to
answer her question. “Ehm, no. I´m… I´m waiting for my appointment.
Obviously.” He gestured awkwardly at his hair.
 
“But you won´t get rid of the beard, I hope? It looks good. Very manly.”
She smiled, that mouth was even prettier that way. He was used to getting hit
on, the location was unusual though. But then again he hadn´t had a fuck in
months, so why not.
 
“Thanks. I thought some change for the winter… you get another colour? I´m
Goten.”
 
He smiled, wide. The little blush that formed on her cheeks showed him his
success. This was way too easy.
 
“I´m Mia. Hi.”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bra was glad she hadn´t let herself get distracted from her original plan when
Goten decided to be uncooperative. Having her own company was exactly what she
had wanted to do, she just hadn´t realized it. It had been weird, going to her
mum and Trunks to quit her old job, but they had both been delighted to hear she
had found something else, wished her good luck, offered her help… it had been
unexpected. Somehow, she had always assumed that everyone just underestimated
her, that´s why Bra got the job in marketing. Her mum had told her it had been
the only open leading position when she had gotten her the spot. Bra had assumed
she had just tried to butter her up, but maybe… maybe she had been bitter
about it for all the wrong reasons.
 
Goten would´ve laughed at her. Telling her that if she had just talked to them
in the first place she wouldn´t have gotten this idea in her head that everyone
thinks she´s not good enough. If she had just talked to Goten, he wouldn´t
have…
 
After he had blocked her, she had tried to call Gohan, since he knew anyway. He
had been very uncooperative as well and it had just ended with her saying some
nasty things. After that, her contact with the Son family basically ended. She
just heard some news from Trunks here and there, not asking for it but getting
told them anyway. Trunks didn´t know what had happened. For him, it were just
some stories about his best friend. At least it was good to know that Goten was
doing fine. Especially when she heard that he had published a new book during
their weekly phone calls.
 
“Yeah, it´s not a crime novel this time! I was surprised at first, but it´s
really good.”
 
Bra scratched her cheek, deep in though. No crime novel? Finally. She made a
mental note to buy the book, she read all the others and she didn´t like
unfinished business.
 
“Ah? Did he figure out he wasn´t that talented in writing those?”
 
“Nah, I think his girlfriend was the reason. Did I even tell you about her?
Doesn´t matter, they just broke up recently, but finally getting in a
relationship was probably the best he did in a while.”
 
That was new. But then again it was already a year after their fallout. It
wasn´t surprising that he wanted to move on. Though she couldn´t help but feel
smug that they had broken up already.
 
“You think? I don´t see much purpose in relationships. I mean, all you do is
talking about your children and your work, as if nothing else is important in
life.”
 
“Cause that´s how it is for me. Anyway, he sure will find someone nice, just
not Mia. But it´s the right direction!”
 
Bra huffed. “Whatever you say. Was the book any good?”
 
“His best so far.”
 
His best so far. So this was it. She looked at the cover, some flower on black
background, looked like a romance novel. Considering the content description it
probably even was one. Now she got why Trunks told her he was inspired by his
girlfriend. Mia. She opened the book, looking for the dedication, a bit excited.
She didn´t want that name standing on the first page, somehow she loathed that
woman without even knowing her. How good could she be, they just broke up after
he finished his book! Probably only ever fucked her to get enough material to
write that romance crap in the first place!
 
For a friend. Oh. Bra looked frantically over the site, but nothing more. A
friend. Who did he mean with that? Trunks? Mia? Did he have other friends? She
frowned, starting to read. She would figure it out eventually.
 
It didn´t take that long. Just two chapters.
 
Marim didn´t change his schedule, he came to the club as often as his time
allowed, almost every day, picking up someone, woman, man, he didn´t care. He
looked for someone, someone special, someone who could fulfill his needs. Till
he found that person, he would be satisfied with the occasional sex he got
anyway.
 
Never once it occurred to him to look up to the podium, half covered by a
curtain, the VIP area. Why bother with those snobs. If he would´ve just looked,
one time, he would´ve seen those gleaming violet eyes, watching him for quite
some time. Watching him return to the club over and over, looking for a
companion, always a different one.
 
That Tuesday evening, Marim already had picked up some redheaded woman, heavy
breasts, nice smile, when he was approached by a huge blonde guy, ordering him
to follow. Someone wanted a talk.
 
It was a hard decision, ditching the redhead, not sure if he would get a good
substitute, but then he was just too curious. Oh and how did he cheer when he
saw Tesna. He remembered her instantly, the little cousin of a school friend he
hadn´t seen in ages, she had been outstanding when he met her, still a little
girl, back at a party in school. Very smart, very smug and very… beautiful.
She had grown in all the right places.
 
“Hello Marim. I haven´t seen you in a long time, barely recognized you down
there. You´ve been busy here, how´s life going in the real world?”
 
Marim wasn´t sure if he wanted to get involved. No matter what had happened to
Tesna, she was still a little girl. So much younger than he was. 
 
“Come on now, Marim, I´m not a little girl anymore. I´m sure I could make
you cum harder than any of those desperate people down there and only use my
foot for it.”
 
It wasn´t her naughty speech that convinced him, although it was pretty
convincing. It was her smile. How could he resist? How could anyone resist?
Maybe she was the one person he was waiting for. Only one way to find out.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
One month or so later, there was some barbecue at her parent´s home. Everyone
invited. She hated those events, she didn´t even need a reason to not go to
them, but this time… she had been afraid somehow, meeting Goten again. Not
anymore. Not after reading his book. Multiple times. It was a good thing she had
her own company now, keeping her busy, taking her mind off things. This time, it
wasn´t enough. And even more than a year later, she still felt bad for not
apologizing, properly apologizing. She would just do it, here, and then they
could pass over to be people who know each other. And after reading his novel,
she was sure that was just what Goten wanted as well.
 
Bra came late on purpose, to miss the agonizing first hour, everyone getting up
to date and all the polite babbling. She only came for one purpose and didn´t
want to waste her time. It was an indoor garden party, fitting for the rain
season and Bra had dressed in white, white shorts, white shirt, light blue
scarf. It was a bit too noticeable, but it was too late to change now. It would
have to suffice. When she got nearer she noticed someone new, a pretty women
with dark skin she had never seen before. Probably the plus one of someone, but
she couldn´t tell since the woman was talking with Chichi and Bra couldn´t
imagine that she was a friend of Chichi´s. Raising her eyebrow she tried to
locate Goten and found him on a table a bit away from everyone else, nibbling on
a drink with a bored face. Usually her dad had that position, but he was with
the others.
 
“Mind if I sit down?”
 
Goten looked up and almost jumped out of his chair. “Bra. I… I wasn´t
expecting you.”
 
“Well. It´s my family over there, guess I am obliged to show up to the
meetings.” Ugh. She had to calm down, she just wanted to apologize and not
sound like a bitch.
 
“Yeah, probably. Hey, I heard you got your own business, congrats!”
 
Bra smiled weakly, grabbing for a coke. “Thanks. It´s a lot of work but I
like it. It keeps me occupied with something useful.” Goten frowned but
didn´t say anything. They were silent for a while, not knowing what to say, or
wanting to say so much not knowing where to start.
 
“So, you wrote a new book! I was glad to see you decided to stop writing crime
novels. This one was a lot better than the rest you produced.” Goten´s eyes
widened a bit. “You read it? I wasn´t sure you would.”
 
She knew it. She fucking knew it! “I´ve read all of your books. I´m probably
the only one here who did besides Trunks and your mum, and I´m not sure about
your mum.” He huffed, almost smiled. “Anyway, I… I wouldn´t have come if
I hadn´t read it. Certain scenes were… rather inspired by us. Thought that
means I´m allowed to talk to you again.”
 
He took a sip, looking away from her. Bra shot a glance in the directoin,
noticing Pan standing next to the unknown woman. When he turned his gaze back to
her, he smiled. “That dedication was for you.” Bra had some trouble hiding
the wide smile that immediately formed on her face. She had guessed it, but
wasn´t completely sure. “I know. Although I must say, that first meeting
between Tesna and Marim, you got that wrong. When I saw you in the club back
then I wasn´t all that over you as you described it in your novel.”
 
Goten raised his eyebrows, laughing shortly. “Artistic freedom, Bra. Otherwise
I might have mentioned that your exclamations of how naughty you are weren´t
all that convincing while you were drinking coke through a straw.” Bra
instantly moved the bottle away from her mouth. “Excuse me, I don´t like
alcohol very much. What´s to say against coke?” They both had to laugh about
that. It had worked out in the end, and somehow they felt less tense.
 
“Listen Goten, I… I wanted to apologize. For the proposal. For… having
done it at all. That was… very rude. Sorry.” Goten went completely still.
Either he didn´t expect it and wanted to know what was happening or he had
expected it for so long he hardly believed this moment would come. She didn´t
care which one it was. “I admit I hadn´t realized I treated you like a child
and made decisions without your consent.” She stopped, licking her lips. “I
was mad when you just blocked me and didn’t even give me a chance to clarify
anything, but… I guess you wanted me to figure it out myself, eh? That I acted
very childishly.”
 
Goten stared at her for a while. He put down his glass on the table, placed his
hands on his knee.
 
“Okay. I accept.”
 
Bra waited for something else, but he was just looking at her expectantly.
Probably waiting for her to be mad that he didn´t apologize for being an ass,
but she was better than that. “I´m actually glad we ended it before it all
got awkward. I mean, there are those weird expectations to become a couple and
maybe we would´ve ended as one thanks to societal peer-pressure and since I
never loved you and you didn´t love me, I guess that was a good end. A clean
cut. Right?”
 
“Where you worried about Pan´s opinion?”
 
Bra´s smile was stuck on her face. She huffed, trying to figure out what was
going on. She took a sip from her coke, swallowing slowly. “Excuse me?”
 
“I mean, after you called my brother and made him crazy about his daughter
being an extremist. Thank you for that.”
 
“What…” She had already forgotten it. Everything comes back to bite you in
the ass apparently. “Okay, you know what? I was angry during that phone call
and may have phrased matters a bit harsher than necessary, but it was definitely
needed to tell him that!”
 
“You could´ve told me that! You had plenty time, since your friendship with
Pan is obviously not all that done as we all thought since you decided to run to
her and tell her about us!”
 
So that was it. Bra leaned back, her eyes slits. How could she have imagined
that anything had changed in a year. “I didn’t say it. I just accidentally
said something and she realized it. Why are you even mad, did she lecture you
about spending your seed accordingly when you are fucking me anyway?”
 
Goten´s jaw worked. She looked over to the other´s seeing Pan having her arm
around the pretty girl. “Does she have a new girlfriend?”
 
Goten turned around, shortly. “Next time, try to be a bit more sensible when
giving out information.”
 
“Don’t blame it on me now! Is no one talking with each other in your damn
family?”
 
“No one thought she got her stupid idea stuck in her head like that!” They
both looked away, trying to calm down. Bra talked first. “And now?”
 
“I told her that she is awful and childish and exactly like you. That sobered
her down quickly.”
 
Bra snorted. “Guess she didn´t like the comparison.”
 
“She also listened to reason and figured out that even if something sounds
good in theory, it doesn´t mean it will be great in reality.”
 
“Aha.” So that was settled. And no one told her. It… stung. She hadn´t
wanted to push Pan away, she would´ve liked… maybe it was better that way.
She had bad luck with the family.
 
“That´s Mia, by the way. My ex. She obviously likes Pan better than me. But
they are cute together, so…”
 
“Did she cheat on you?” So that slut was working her way through. Bra eyed
her a bit closer.
 
“No.” He sighed, taking his glass again. Putting it down again. “Listen,
before we argue some more, there was something I wanted to tell you as well.”
 
Bra eyed him suspiciously, but she would let him talk. It was probably the last
time they would do it anyway.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
He hadn´t intended to date Mia, not at all. Everything went as expected after
he got his hair cut, they got some coffee, talked a lot, went home, met again to
eat something, spent the night in her apartment and fucked. It was nice. He
didn´t like nice all that much, but it was okay with Mia. And then she gave him
her phone number, ‘call me again’. Most of his hook ups did. He never
called.
 
Except this time, he did.
 
He still couldn´t figure out what had created this impulse, maybe she was one
of a kind (she wasn´t) maybe he wanted to get back at Bra (more like it) maybe
he thought his life needed a dramatic change (probably). The third time he tried
it. Neither of the two attempts before had lasted long, one short-lived
relationship during his teens, one out of spite when Trunks started dating
Anu… Mia made it easy. After all he had done with Bra, she was the exact
opposite.  Exactly what he wanted, or at least thought he wanted. She did
everything to please him, tried to be interested in what he did, even read his
books, all of them, he sometimes felt bad for not being nearly as interested in
her. Only a month for the first ‘I love you’, shortly after he got to know
her family, she wasn’t even repulsed when he told her who he was. What he was.
Half of a human.
 
He couldn´t deny that Mia influenced him when he wrote his novel. He had
decided to try something different already, just what exactly was her doing. How
hard could it be to write romance when it was unfolding in front of him! Just
that it wasn´t Mia that unfolded on the pages, it was Bra. The longer he wrote,
the more he intertwined his story with real events. He wanted to change it at
first, it ruined his story, but the longer he wrote, the more it felt like the
right thing to do. Get it out of his system. Bra was gone. They had broken up,
if it could even be called that, he would probably see her one time or the other
on family events, all they did, all they had would fade away. It was so easy and
still took him so long to realize that he simply wanted a proof. A proof of what
they had been. No one knew and that way, everyone would know without even
realizing it.
 
Someone realized. Mia did. He had said one time too often how much of an
inspiration she had been, how precious she had been, how the book couldn´t have
existed without her, but it wasn´t their stories he used in it, it wasn´t her
name standing on the first page.
 
It was weird, he had expected it would hurt. Like the numb feeling he had felt
when he had broken off contact with Bra. But it was just relief, relief that he
hadn´t married her as he had planned, that he didn´t have to be the one to
break up eventually. That she did it herself. He was glad she found someone
else, though he had been suspicious of Pan´s motives. It turned out that Pan´s
nice ideology wasn´t all that directed towards herself and after a very good
smack down from everyone she saw reason. Mia did her best in distracting her as
well.
 
 “Mia is a nice person. You shouldn´t look at her like that.”
 
“Is that what you wanted to tell me?” Bra huffed, flipping her hair back
over her shoulder. He hated the gesture.
 
“She broke up with me. Didn´t like the book. Understood the dedication.”
 
“Yeah? So she was mad you used someone else for a story? You didn´t even date
very long, guess there wasn´t enough to write about, she should get over it.”
 
Exactly his thought, but that was not the point. “Besides that. Writing that
book was also very insightful. It finally clicked when Mia broke up with me
after I had already made plans to marry her.”
 
Bra´s eyes turned to slits. So she wasn´t all that over it as she had
claimed…
 
“You wanted to marry that slut?”
 
“Don´t call her that. You´re being rude again.” And reacting exactly in
the way he had hoped she would.
 
“I don´t care. What have you realized? Spit it out or I´ll leave, I´ll see
my nieces there and I like them better than you.”
 
She may have grown up a bit, but her personality was still hard to take. Goten
took a deep breath. “I missed you. Even if you are an insensitive jerk and
rude and made everyone in my family mad. I missed you and not just the sex we
had. Being with Mia was like having a nice meal but knowing that you just miss
out something amazing you would´ve gotten somewhere else.”
 
“Don´t compare me to food.” Her voice sounded raw.
 
“I think we should be together again. Officially. Like adults.”
 
“You hadn´t wanted that as well! You can´t blame everything on me!” She
rose slightly from her chair but sat down, probably to keep everyone else from
noticing them. “I told you I don´t love you and I don´t need you and
although I´m flattered you missed me although I´m so rude and awful the answer
is no.”
 
She got up but came back immediately. “You really got some nerve after
everything you said to me today, do you know that?”
 
“But isn´t that the reason you like me so much?” He grinned and moved his
head just enough to avoid the slap she had aimed at him. She got even more
furious after that. “Bra, no matter how awful that proposal was, you can´t
deny that you wanted to care for me. And you were crying because it meant so
much to you that you have me and I´m the only person who actually sees you,
maybe you don´t remember it and…”
 
The next hit connected. It actually hurt pretty much. “You jerk. You think you
are better than me but you are not. You are not.” She shook her head. “I
don´t know what it is you think that you are missing, but it is definitely not
based on any deep feelings. Maybe you should think about how you treat me.”
 
She left and walked over to her family. Goten didn´t stay long after that.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
He had removed her from his blacklist, constantly sending her mails. Short
stories, porn, most of it was so blatantly them, down to the colour of her hair!
It was driving Bra nuts and she was inclined to sue his ass for using her name
to sell his miserable erotica.
 
Isn´t that what you wanted? What you had planned for our marriage?
 
She stared at the text as if it would go up in flames. She didn´t know what he
tried to do, but she was sick and tired of it.
 
You misunderstood me back then. I like how rude you are. Ruthless. My bro was
just very distressed and you probably understand that it made me distressed. 
 
She was about to tell Trunks. Tell him everything, make him realize what a
complete asshole his best friend is and maybe they would break up. That would
serve him right!
 
Could you even identify love if you had it? Because this is it. We should give
it another try, with less angst. 
 
He had no idea. Love was something completely different. This was just …
pathetic.
 
At least admit that you are missing the sex. It was good. Admit it. 
 
Yes, she did! But she would never run back to him because of it! She wasn´t so
desperate.
 
Bra, please. 
 
He could beg as much as he wanted. She wouldn´t give in.
 
And then, one day, her doorbell rang. She felt the ki. She knew who it was. She
considered not opening, but … actually, her heart was hammering and she had
waited for it, not wanting to admit it.
 
“Hi Pan.”
 
Pan stood there, shorts and tank top and side cut. Not that different.
“You´ve got a new tattoo.” Her shoulder was covered with a samurai. Hid the
ugly scar she had from training with Bra´s dad, it was so long ago…”
 
“Yeah, hides the scar. I always hated how it looked on my shoulder. Can I come
in?”
 
Bra nodded, let her into her living room. Gave her a glass of water. It was so
surreal.
 
“Bra, I… I wanted to apologize.”
 
The next one. What was it with that family and apologizing to her? She wondered
how that would end…
 
“A lot of things have gone wrong between us and… I was mad that you told my
dad, honestly. Guess it was for the better in the end, though.”
 
“Guess you realized that when there is something you don´t want to share with
the people that care about you that it maybe isn´t all that right?”
 
Pan pressed her lips together and nodded. “I´m sorry. I´d like to… do you
want to… try again? I really missed you.”
 
It felt like tears. She wouldn´t let them show, absolutely not. “That would
be nice.” She smiled a bit. It helped with the tears.
 
“Goten was actually… he talked with me. Wasn’t so happy about… anyway,
Mia always says that Goten has it bad for you, like he was moping around for
months and wrote that novel and shit. Guess that answers the question you had
back then. You know.”
 
She did.
 
She knew.
 
She didn´t want to give in. She didn´t like the pressure, the expectations. It
was exactly what she hated.
 
And she didn´t.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
A few months later Goten had stopped with the annoying texts, the stories, all
the shit he had tried to convince her. At the same time, things with Pan went
back to before. She even got to know Mia, and she was actually a nice person.
Not that Bra liked to admit it all that much.
 
She eyed them when they were dancing, leaving Bra alone on the table at the bar
they had settled down for the evening. Bra´s thoughts were wandering
mindlessly, just listening to the music…
 
“Hello stranger.”
 
She looked up, startled.
 
“Mind if I sit down?”
 
It took her a few seconds before she gestured to the chair. “What are you
doing here?”
 
“Having a good time. Found some cute student, she´s sitting over there.”
 
Bra looked in the direction. She was indeed cute. “What are you doing here
then?”
 
“Found something better.”
 
Bra huffed. He actually thought it would work.
 
But it did.
 
And they talked.
 
And it felt good.
 
And maybe… maybe she could get used to it. Sometimes. Someday.
 
Fin. 



                  Kapitel 8: Erkenntnisdrang (Piccolo/Gohan)
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‚Waaas, du bist immer noch Jungfrau?‘
 
‚Ernsthaft Gohan, du solltest mal in die  Gänge kommen, sonst will dich
niemand mehr!‘
 
‚Das is doch peinlich!‘
 
Peinlich,  ja? Bloß, weil die wahre Liebe noch auf sich warten ließ, bloß,
weil er bisher  am Arsch der Welt auf nem Berg gewohnt hat, abgeschlossen von
der Menschheit,  bloß weil er nicht wirklich daran gewöhnt war,
zwischenmenschliche Kontakte zu  knüpfen!
 
Gohan  versuchte, seine finstere Miene etwas zu glätten, als Gottes Palast in
Sicht  kam. So hatte er sich die Highschool nicht vorgestellt! Er hatte eher an
einen  heiligen Ort des Lernens gedacht, endlich die Gelegenheit Leute in seinem
Alter  kennen zu lernen und sich mit ihnen über all das auszutauschen, womit er
sich  jeden Tag beschäftigte! Naturwissenschaften! Sprachen! Selbst Sport,
warum auch  nicht! Aber stattdessen kam er in die Vorhölle voller
pubertierender, pickliger  Kinder, selbst sein kleiner Bruder kam ihm da
erwachsener vor, und alles,  worüber sie reden wollten… war Sex.
 
Gohan  spürte, wie ihm das Blut in den Kopf schoss. Er hatte ja Ahnung,
theoretisch.  Und auch ein wenig praktisch, ein wenig. Sehr wenig. Sehr allein.
Er schüttelte  den Kopf, diese Gedanken mussten weg, er hatte eine Aufgabe!
Jawohl! Und einen  Plan. Einen sehr guten. Mit entschlossener Miene zog er seine
Weste zurecht und  dankte innerlich Jindujun, dass sie ihn nicht runter geworfen
hatte. Aber seine  Absichten waren ja auch rein.
 
Kaum in  Sichtweite der Plattform sah er auch gleich Dende, mit beiden Armen
wild zur Begrüßung  wedelnd. Aber wo….
 
„Son Gohan!  Du warst schon so lang nicht mehr hier, ich freu mich so!“
 
Dende  stürzte sich sofort auf ihn, als er kaum den Boden berührt hatte. Sanft
aber  bestimmt schob Gohan ihn beiseite. Er hatte keine Zeit für so was.
 
„Dende. Wo  ist Piccolo? Es ist immens wichtig, ich muss ihn sofort sehn.“
 
Dende  schaute ihn verwirrt an, seine dicken Augenbrauenwülste zogen sich noch
mehr  zusammen.
 
„Das tut mir  Leid, er ist… beim Meditieren, glaub ich.“
 
„Ah. Okay.  Dann sag ich mal Hallo.“
 
Kaum einen  Schritt weit gekommen wurde er auch wieder zurück gezogen.
 
„Du kannst  da doch nicht rein und ihn stören! Was ist denn los?“
 
Gohan zog  ein wenig, aber Dende blieb standhaft. Das konnte er doch nicht ernst
meinen,  er musste jetzt mit Piccolo reden!  Sofort!
 
„Es geht um Leben und Tod,  Dende. Mein Leben! Wenn ich nicht zu  ihm
kann…“ Er drehte sich langsam um, seine Augen stechend und gefährlich, die 
Stimme tief. „…dann wird es bald kein Morgen mehr für mich geben.“
 
Dende sah ihn an. Lange. „Du  gehst da nicht rein. Ich bin dann schuld.“
 
„Is mir egal.“
 
„Ich rette dich. Wir sind doch  Freunde! Ärgern dich deine
Klassenkameraden?“
 
„Du hast doch… ähm… was?“ Das  kam unerwartet. Woher sollte Dende denn
irgendwas wissen? Er ist doch… ein  Kind!
 
„Ich bin Gott. Ich sehe alles.  Und außerdem habe ich Pay TV in meinem
Zimmer…“
 
Gohan war wieder einmal  erstaunt, wie schnell sein Gehirn arbeitet. Seine
Intelligenz, ein Meisterwerk.  Wenn er erst an der Uni ist, dann werden auch
andere Menschen bewundernd zu ihm  aufsehen. Bis dahin war Dende vielleicht doch
nicht die schlechteste Wahl. Wenn  schon warten.
 
„Na gut, das klingt…  überzeugend. Also ich hab mich schon etwas
eingelesen, vielleicht kannst du das  ja mit etwas mehr Wissen ausschmücken,
ich will so kompetent klingen wie  möglich.“
 
Dendes Augen wurden groß.  „Aaah, ein Problem mit einem Schulfach? Zeig mal
her.“
 
Gohan zog ein paar  Zeitschriften aus seiner Tasche und hielt sie Dende hin. Die
Augen wurden noch  etwas größer.
 
„Was für ein Fach soll das denn  sein?“
  
„Fortpflanzung. Und ich hänge  fürchterlich hinterher.“
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~
 
Zwei oder drei Stunden später,  vielleicht auch länger, erklangen sanfte
Schritte, die sich zügig aber nicht  hetzend aus dem Palast näherten. Gohan
bemerkte davon nichts, vertieft in ein  angeregtes Gespräch  mit Dende und 
mittlerweile auch Mr Popo ob gewisse Posen der weiblichen Models wohl 
tatsächlich üblich waren, weil das würde ja bedeuten Frauen besäßen eine 
natürliche Biegsamkeit, die die von Männern weit übersteigt. Alle drei waren 
sich darin einig, dass es eine unglaubliche Ungerechtigkeit darstellt.
 
„Und wie viel ich trainiert  hab, um einen ordentlichen Tritt gegen‘s Kinn
hinzukriegen! Und die können das  – einfach so!“
 
Dende und Mr Popo nickten sich  ernst zu. Nur war mittlerweile noch eine vierte
Person aufgetaucht, die finster  auf sie starrte. Sie brauchten einen Moment der
Realisation, bevor sie  erschrocken zusammen fuhren.
 
„Habt ihr alle nichts zu tun?“
 
Gohans Kopf zuckte zur Seite,  er sprang begeistert auf und Piccolo konnte
gerade noch einer Kollision  ausweichen.
 
„Piccolo! Endlich! Ich bin… ich  muss… es ist dringend. Wir haben schon
den ganzen Nachmittag mit der Vorarbeit  verbracht, können wir vielleicht…
ähm… reden?“
 
„Worüber denn?“
 
„Ich hab Probleme in der  Schule.“
 
„Geh zu deiner Mutter.“
 
„Die versteht das nicht.“
 
„Dann geh zu Bulma.“
 
Gohan hielt inne. Die Idee war  gar nicht so schlecht… aber…
 
„Aber Vegeta…“
 
Piccolo atmete tief ein. Und  aus. „Das da sind keine Probleme, die wir
besprechen.“
 
Bevor Gohan reagieren konnte,  war Piccolo schon mit wehendem Umhang
weggestapft.
 
„Aber… aber du weißt doch gar  nicht, worum´s genau geht!“
 
Piccolo drehte seinen Kopf  leicht, blieb aber nicht stehen. „Ach ja? Geh
heim!“
 
Gohan schaute ihm wütend  hinterher, dem Drang widerstehend mit dem Fuß zu
stampfen. Ernsthaft! So viel  war ihm ihre Freundschaft wert!
 
„Hey Gohan, ich muss mal wieder  an die Arbeit, glaub ich. Kommst du klar?“
 
Gohan zwang sich zu einem  Lächeln. „Klar doch, Dende. Man sieht sich.“
Ohne eine weitere Sekunde zu  verschwenden, sprang er vom Turm.
 
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Es fing an  zu dämmern. Gohan schwebte immer noch auf Jindujun um den Turm
herum, unsicher,  was er machen sollte. Er hatte… er hatte Pläne gehabt.
Zumindest reden. Sicher  nicht so abgefertigt werden! Piccolo musste es
irgendwie geahnt haben, den  ganzen Tag schon hat er sich nicht mehr blicken
lassen und eigentlich fühlte  Gohan sich irgendwie schuldig, er hatte nicht
daheim Bescheid gegeben, dass er  später kommt. Oder gar nicht.
 
Mit einem verzweifelten  Stöhnen fuhr er sich durch die Haare. Es war alles so
verzwickt! Wie sollte er  denn am nächsten Tag in der Schule erscheinen? Er
konnte nicht! Er konnte sich  das nicht länger anhören! Und wenn die Hefte
nicht richtig waren? Wenn er aus  Versehen Mist erzählte und nicht wusste, das
er es tat, weil er ja KEINE AHNUNG  HATTE?
 
In einem  Fenster ging ein Licht an. Das war das Zeichen. Seine letzte Hoffnung.
Es gab  kein Zurück.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~
 
Mit Mühe  hielt er seinen Kopf unten, nur ein wenig linste er über den Rand…
eine Seite  des Fensters war offen, der Dampf hätte die Scheibe beschlagen,
kaum  auszudenken.
 
Sein Herz  pochte laut in seinen Ohren, was ist, wenn er es hörte?
Namekianische Ohren  hörten so gut, er hatte nie getestet wie gut. Er fuhr sich
mit der Zunge über  die trockenen Lippen, und wenn schon, er konnte nicht weg.
Piccolo würde nicht  ewig duschen. Er konnte sich keine Sekunde davon entgehen
lassen. In seiner  Hose regte es sich, kein unwillkommenes Gefühl, es war eine
Lerngelegenheit. So  also fühlte es sich an, wenn man… die Dusche wurde
abgedreht und Gohans Kopf  sank etwas tiefer.
 
Er war auf  der richtigen Spur.
 
Gohan flog  ein wenig um den Palast herum, auf der Suche nach einem offenen
Fenster. Es war  nicht schwer die richtige Tür zu finden, er folgte einfach der
Ki-Signatur, er  kannte sie zu gut, musste sich nicht einmal groß
konzentrieren. Und er platzte  im richtigen Moment rein, die Tür zum Badezimmer
hatte sich gerade geöffnet,  und Piccolo stand da, nackt, fast nackt, nackt
genug. Definitiv genug.
 
Gohans Augen  weiteten sich, sein Mund wurde noch trockener, er musste sich
räuspern, bevor  er überhaupt etwas sagen konnte. Dass sein Gehirn überhaupt
arbeitete, wunderte  ihn mehr.
 
„Hallo.  Piccolo. Wir wollten noch reden.“
 
Der Schock  stand ihm ins Gesicht geschrieben. Gut so.
 
Ein paar  Sekunden lang rührte sich keiner von beiden, nur Dampf zog langsam in
das  Zimmer und verpuffte in der kühleren Luft. Gohan öffnete gerade seinen
Mund, um  seinen Standpunkt zu erläutern, als Piccolo sich endlich bewegte.
 
„Was machst  du noch hier?“
 
„Na reden.  Wollten wir noch. Vorhin.“ Er gab sich wirklich Mühe, aber ganz
ohne sein Zutun  wanderte sein Blick nach unten. Wieso ist ihm nie aufgefallen,
wie viel  definierter Bauchmuskeln unter grüner Haut aussahen? Mit einem
Fingerschnippen  war Piccolo wieder angezogen, offensichtlich hatte er den Blick
bemerkt.
 
„Ich hab  gesagt du sollst dich verziehen.“
 
Piccolo ging  ans andere Ende des Zimmers und blieb vor einem Tisch stehen ohne
etwas zu  machen. Komplett aus dem Konzept gebracht. Wunderbar.
 
„Also, da  wir ja jetzt beide hier sind und Zeit haben, also, dann können wir
ja, also,  ähm, reden.“
 
Piccolo  stand immer noch mit dem Rücken zu ihm und rührte sich nicht. Dieser
Sack.
 
„Also, ja,  in der Schule, ich dachte… ich dachte… also ich dachte, wir
würden dort  lernen.“
 
Piccolos  Schulter zuckte leicht. „Macht ihr das nicht?“
 
„Ja schon,  aber nicht nur. Meine Klassenkameraden, die sind so abgelenkt. Vom
Lernen.  Nicht so wie ich, ich bin fokussiert, ich lass mich nicht so leicht
ablenken,  von… von… von… meinen Hormonen.“
 
So, jetzt  war´s raus. Mit Dende war es viel einfacher gewesen. Aber Piccolo
reagierte  immer noch nicht. Wieso drehte er sich nicht mal um! Er konnte ihm
zumindest  ins Gesicht sagen, dass ihn seine Probleme nicht interessieren und er
ihre  Freundschaft kündigt und sowieso ist das alles nicht sein Problem! …
okay,  vielleicht war er wirklich etwas nervig. Aber es war so WICHTIG!
 
„Piccolo?  Ich hab keine Ahnung von Hormonen und dem ganzen Zeug. Ich brauch
Hilfe. Kannst  du dich vielleicht mal umdrehen?“
 
Langsam,  ganz langsam drehte sich Piccolo um. Gohan hatte das Gefühl, sein
Gesicht wäre  eine Spur dunkler als sonst, aber vielleicht täuschte er sich
auch. Es war so  grün.
 
„Ich kann  dir nicht helfen.“
 
Gohan  spürte, wie sich etwas in seinem Inneren zusammenzog. Ach so war das!
 
„Von wegen,  du willst bloß nicht! Nach allem was wir zusammen durchgestanden
haben lässt du  mich hier einfach so hängen! Ich hab mehr von dir erwartet, du
hast doch  Ahnung, wieso hilfst du mir dann nicht?“
 
Es war  definitiv dunkler. Dunkleres Grün. Gohans Augen verengten sich. Wurde
er etwa… rot?
 
„Geh einfach  nach Hause.“
 
Ausweichtaktik.  Da war doch was… mit einem Mal war alles klar. Gohan konnte
sich ein  hinterhältiges Grinsen nicht verkneifen. So war das. Er holte tief
Luft, stellte  sich etwas gerader hin.
 
„Du hast  keine Ahnung.“
 
Piccolos  Augen weiteten sich dramatisch.
 
„Du hast  KEINE AHNUNG! Ich hab doch recht, oder? Haben Namekianer keinen Sex
oder hast  nur du keinen?“ Er wurde noch grüner. Eindeutig. „Nicht mal die
andern in dir  drin? Keiner? Absolut keine Ahnung?“
 
Piccolo  bewegte sich einen halben Schritt nach hinten, hielt aber sofort inne.
„Das ist  nicht dein Problem und du solltest dir über so was überhaupt keine
Gedanken  machen. Was interessiert dich die Meinung von ein paar Menschen?“
 
Gohan machte  einen Schritt auf Piccolo zu, der sehr mit sich kämpfte nicht
weiter  auszuweichen.
 
„Das ist ja  traurig. Noch trauriger als bei mir. Ich bin immerhin noch jung.
Jünger. Als  du.“ Er hielt kurz inne, dachte nach. Als er den Kopf wieder
hob, glitzerten  seine Augen gefährlich. Zumindest fühlte es sich so an.
„Wir sollten Abhilfe  schaffen.“
 
„Du solltest  heim fliegen.“
 
„Sofort.  Hier. Auf der Stelle. Wir müssen beide so viel nachholen.“
 
„Deine  Mutter macht sich Sorgen.“
 
„Meine Mu…  meine Mutter sagt zu mir immer, ich muss jede Gelegenheit
nutzen, Erkenntnisse  zu gewinnen. Willst du etwa, dass ich meine Mutter
enttäusche? Willst du?“
 
Mittlerweile  war er nah genug an Piccolo dran, das er hochsehen musste. Sah aus
wie Angst.
 
„Meine  Mutter kann sehr unberechenbar sein, wenn sie meine Ausbildung in
Gefahr  sieht.“
 
„Du spinnst  doch.“
 
Er packte  Piccolo an seinen Oberarmen und zog ihn etwas runter, sein Nacken tat
ihm schon  weh.
 
„Willst du  nicht? Wenn du wirklich nicht willst, dann flieg ich heim. Willst
du… nicht?“
 
Piccolo sah  weg, aber er versuchte nicht, sich zu befreien. Sich zu entfernen.
Gohan  spürte, wie sein Herz einen Sprung machte. War schon halb gewonnen. Er
sandte  ein kleines Dankgebet an seine Mutter, als Piccolo ihn wieder ansah.
 
„Na gut.  Pro…“
 
Gohan  drückte seinen Mund so schnell auf Piccolos, dass ihre Nasen
aneinanderschlugen  und ihr erster Kuss wohl für immer mit einem schmerzhaften
Stöhnen in  Verbindung bleiben würde. Nicht, dass es ihn lange abhielt. Er
hatte zwar keine  Ahnung, was er machte, aber er war  begierig  zu lernen. So
was von.
 
Sie brauchten  ein paar Versuche, bis sie ihre Gesichter richtig angeordnet
hatten, ein paar  mehr Versuche, bis sie rausgefunden hatten, was sie wie
bewegen sollten, bis  Gohan mutig wurde und seine Zunge benutzte. Das Gezappel
hörte für ein paar  Minuten auf.
 
Gohan bewegte  seinen Kopf langsam nach hinten, ließ Piccolo los, der sich
dankbar wieder in  eine gerade Position brachte. Er leckte sich über die
Lippen, sein Gesicht  brannte, aber es war… gut.
 
„Die Zähne  sind was… im Weg. Tat weh.“
 
Er sah hoch,  dunkelgrün war eine Untertreibung, Piccolo wirkte schon fast
violett. „Hab ich  nichts von bemerkt, Gohan.“
 
Er sah ihn  finster an, kurz, er war abgelenkt. Etwas hatte sich geregt. Und…
küssen war ja  nur ein kleiner Teil von seiner Wissenslücke.
 
„Und was  jetzt?“
 
Piccolo sah  ihn an, als wär ihm spontan noch ein Kopf gewachsen.
 
„Wie bitte?“
  
„Ich mein,  was… jetzt? Oder… oooooh. Oh. Tut mir Leid.“
 
„Was tut dir  denn jetzt schon wieder Leid?“
  
Gohans Blick  wanderte kurz Richtung Süden und wieder zurück zu Piccolos
Gesicht. Er schien  zu etwas zu ahnen.
 
„Ich bin  halt… davon ausgegangen, Namekianer und Menschen… halb-Menschen
in meinem Fall…  aber hey, das macht ja nichts! Wir können auch anders
vorgehen! Denk ich.“  Gohans Gedanken wanderten unwillkürlich zu den Heften,
dann zu Piccolos Zähnen,  wieder zu den Heften, aber die Zähne…
 
„Gohan…“
 
Seine  Aufmerksamkeit schnappte zurück, etwas erschreckt von dem finsteren
Gesicht vor  ihm.
 
„Ich habe  Geschlechtsorgane.“
 
„Ach so!  Gut! Dann weiter!“
 
„Weiter?“
  
„Weiter!  Aufs Bett, setz dich mal, du bist zu groß jetzt setz dich HIN!“
 
Widerwillig  ließ sich Piccolo aufs Bett schubsen. Gohan war zu erleichtert,
dass die  scharfen Zähne von seinem empfindlichsten Körperteil wegblieben,
dass er den  Mangel an Widerstand nicht bemerkte. Er zog sein Shirt aus, wartete
auf einen  Kommentar, kam keiner. Mit einem Schulterzucken fing er an, seine
Hose  aufzufummeln.
 
Piccolo  packte ihn an seinen Armen und hielt ihn fest. Sehr fest.
 
„Ähm, alles  in Ordnung?“
 
Piccolo  reagierte nicht, nicht sofort. Es war… seltsam.
 
„Ich weiß  nicht… was ich machen soll.“
 
Er sah weg.  Er sah tatsächlich weg! Gohan grinste breit, es war einfach zu…
zu… süß!
 
„Aw,  Piccolo… ich auch nicht. Also kann ja nichts schief gehen!“
 
Piccolo sah  nicht sehr überzeugt aus, aber er ließ Gohan los. Der sofort
anfing, ihm sein  Shirt auszuziehen.
 
„Ich… wusste  gar nicht, was für Gedanken mir kommen würden.“
 
Piccolo sah  irritiert hoch. Den wirren Gedankengängen war schwer zu folgen.
„Was? Über was  denn?“
 
„Ähm, also…  egal, weg mit den Hosen!“
 
Er wollte  ihn anfassen. Überall. Er wollte über die Haut streichen und
rausfinden, ob sie  so glatt war wie sie aussah, so seltsam haarlos, ob sie sich
anders anfühlte  als seine, er wollte wissen, wie sie schmeckte, er… musste
dringend etwas tun.  Es schmerzte schon.
 
„Zieh die  verdammte Hose aus, Piccolo!“
 
Gohan fing  an, sie von ihm runter zu zerren, Piccolo war zu langsam, er war in
allem so  langsam, was war denn mit ihm LOS? Er schubste seine eigene schnell
runter,  bereit, etwas zu tun! Egal was, Hauptsache…
 
„Oh. Oha.  Das ist aber… groß.“
 
Piccolo sah  ihn irritiert an. „Was hast du denn erwartet?“
 
Gohan sah an  sich runter, dann wieder auf Piccolo. Einiges, aber nicht das.
 
„Okay.“ Er  fuhr sich durch die Haare. „Okay. Was machen wir jetzt?“
 
Piccolo  schnaubte. „Was hattest du denn vor?“
 
„Weiß nicht,  aber jetzt weiß ich erst recht nicht.“
 
Anfassen.  Ein innerer Drang wollte anfassen, sofort, vielleicht mit dem Mund,
aber  dringend Kontakt.
 
„Da… darf  ich?“
 
Piccolo  zögerte kurz, aber lehnte sich etwas zurück und nickte. Vielleicht
liefen seine  Gedanken ja doch in ähnlichen Bahnen. Immerhin war er auch hart.
Aber so was  von.
 
Vorsichtig  streckte Gohan die Hand aus, es war… ungewohnt. Die Haut fühlte
sich trockener  an, irgendwie, und er war so groß. Er bewegte seine Hand ein
wenig, ob Piccolo  wohl… er sah hoch, Piccolos Gesicht war verzerrt, nahm
seine Hand sofort weg.
 
„Scheiße,  hab ich dir weh getan? Tut…“
 
„Nein… hast  du nicht.“
 
Gohan atmete  erleichtert aus. Wär eine Schande gewesen. Sie haben gerade erst
angefangen.
 
„Gohan…“
 
„Was? Willst  du aufhören? Ich mein…“
 
Ungelegen.  Furchtbar.Weltuntergang. Aber er würde es ertragen. Sie waren schon
so weit  gekommen…
 
„Ich hab ne  Idee, Idiot.“
 
„Puh, und  ich dachte schon…“
 
„Halt  einfach die Klappe und komm her.“
 
Gohan  runzelte die Stirn, er stand schon am Bett. Aber er schob sich weiter
vor, zu  neugierig.
 
„Funktioniert  es bei dir auch so?“
 
Piccolo  machte eine eindeutige Geste mit der Hand und Gohan nickte sehr
vehement. Er  hatte keine Ahnung, was Piccolo vorhatte, aber er ahnte, dass es
ihm gefallen  würde.
 
„Ich bin  viel größer als du, also…“
 
„So viel  größer auch nicht!“
 
Piccolo  verdrehte die Augen. „Auseinander!“
 
Gohan dachte  kurzzeitig er dreht durch, als er Piccolos Hände an seinen
Oberschenkeln  fühlte. Er musste sich an Piccolos Schultern festhalten, um
nicht sofort  umzukippen, aber die großen, breiten Schultern waren fast genauso
schlimm. Und  dann spürte er, wie sich etwas zwischen seine Oberschenkel schob.
Etwas Großes.  Oh.
 
Piccolos  Hand schloss sich um ihn, um sie beide, er konnte nur drauf starren,
es war  kaum zu glauben. Es passierte. Ihm. Jetzt.
 
„Kann ich…  mich bewegen?“
 
Gohan sah  hoch, nickte wortlos. Er wollte schreien, ihn schütteln und wissen,
worauf er  denn noch wartet, aber er konnte nicht. Er kam schon fast von der
kleinen  Berührung.
 
Als Piccolo  anfing, sich zu bewegen, konnte Gohan ein Stöhnen nicht mehr
unterdrücken.
 
„Oh… mein  Gott.“
 
Piccolo  stockte kurz, er atmete schnell, stoßweise. „Das is Dende… sag das
nicht.“
 
„Ich kann…  nicht aufhören, bitte, und sag nicht Dende. Sag nicht… nicht
jetzt.“
 
Piccolo  grinste leicht, bewegte sich schneller. So musste sich sterben
anfühlen. Er war  schon tot. Es konnte nicht sein, dass man so etwas überlebt.
Gohan krallte sich  noch fester an Piccolo, er konnte kaum noch atmen, sein
ganzer Körper glühte.  Wenn das Sterben war, dann wunderte er sich nicht,
warum sein Papa schon wieder  tot war.
 
… der  Gedanke musste sofort weg.
 
„Piccolo…  ich… ich glaub ich komme.“
 
Er  antwortete nicht, er konnte nicht antworten, Gohan kam kaum nach seiner 
Ankündigung, so heftig, dass er Sterne sah und sich kurzzeitig auf dem Weg zum 
Himmel empfand. Es fühlte sich unendlich lang an und kaum greifbar, zu 
intensiv, so viel besser als seine eigene Hand!
 
„Hör nicht  auf, Piccolo, hör nicht auf, bitte, hör nicht auf…“
 
Seine Stimme  wurde immer leiser, er wollte das Gefühl nicht verlieren, noch
ein bisschen,  alles brannte, sein ganzer Unterleib brannte, es fühlte sich so
gut an…  Piccolos Schultern zitterten unter ihm, ein tiefes Stöhnen, er
lehnte seinen  Kopf gegen Gohans Brust.
 
Es dauerte  eine Weile, bis sich sein Herzschlag wieder beruhigte, sein Atem,
sein Kopf.  Bis er verstand, was passiert war. Viel besser als seine
Vorstellung, unglaublich,  er konnte verstehen, warum seine Klassenkameraden
über nichts anderes redeten.  Er hatte tausend Ideen, das war erst der Anfang,
ein guter Anfang, aber noch  viel zu wenig…
 
„Gohan, hast  du deiner Mutter Bescheid gegeben?“
 
Sein Herz  blieb stehen. Jetzt war es soweit. Er würde seinen Papa wiedersehen.
Vorsichtig  hob er seinen Arm, sah auf die Uhr. Tot. Er war tot.
 
„Verdammt  wieso ist es schon so spät sie bringt mich um wo ist mein HEMD
PICCOLO HILF  MIR!“
 
Er war in  Rekordzeit zu Hause, keiner wartete auf ihn, er hatte noch drei
Stunden Schlaf…  nicht viel, aber das war es wert. Das war es so was von wert.
 
Seine Mutter  würde bestimmt auf ihn warten, am nächsten Morgen. Er hatte
schon eine Ausrede  parat, trainieren, viel Geschrei,  aber auch das war es
wert. Er grinste breit, als er sich ins Bett legte und  anfing, weg zu driften.
 
Glücklich.
 
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Dende saß  mit weit aufgerissenen Augen in seinem Bett. Er hatte seinen Namen
gehört. Und  dann hatte er alles andere gehört. Er war sich nicht sicher, was
er davon  halten sollte.
 
Seine Hand  glitt unter die Decke.
 
Vielleicht  gar nichts. Das klang gut.
 
Fin.
 



                      Kapitel 9: Würmchen (Vegeta/Bulma)
                      ----------------------------------


Es war der beste Endkampf, den er seit langem  gelesen hatte. Die Panels waren
perfekt angeordnet und sowieso war es so  verschissen spannend! Vegeta
beherrschte sich, nicht zu schnell zu lesen, er  musste genießen...
 
Ein Rascheln ließ ihn kurz hoch sehen, nur Bulma.  Sein Blick wanderte zurück
zu seinem Comicheft, es war einfach SO GUT! Ein  leichtes Kitzeln an seinem Arm
lenkte ihn allerdings wieder ab, er spürte, wie  Bulma ihre Lippen zu nah an
seinem Ohr hatte.
 
„War´n langer Tag heute, leg das weg.“
 
Mit einem Grummeln schob er Bulma beiseite. Das  war nicht der Zeitpunkt für so
was!
 
„Ich kann jetzt nicht.“
 
Ein paar Sekunden Stille, bevor es wieder  raschelte. Er hatte sich den
richtigen Erdling ausgesucht, sie war immer so  verständnisvoll.
 
Kaum zehn Minuten später hatte er zu seinem  eigenen Entsetzen das Heft schon
durch. Die nächsten Tage musste er es  definitiv noch ein paar Mal lesen, aber
bis dahin... Bulma hatte es sich neben  ihm bequem gemacht, ihren Laptop auf dem
Schoss. Sie tippte irgendwas, Arbeit  vermutlich, das konnte warten... er
rutschte etwas rüber, legte seinen Kopf auf  ihren Arm. Er ignorierte, wie sie
ihren Kopf genervt zur Seite neigte, um  seinen Haaren auszuweichen.
 
„Jetzt hätt ich Zeit.“
 
Sie sah ihn an, finster. Zu finster. Nicht die  Art, die zu besonders gutem Sex
führte.
 
„Na das ist doch schön. Du hast zwei Hände, da  drüben wär das Bad. Sei
nicht zu laut, ich hab noch was zu erledigen.“
 
Er hob seinen Kopf. Verständnisvoll musste wieder  gestrichen werden. „Das
kannst du morgen auch noch erledigen.“
 
„Ich hab morgen um neun ein Meeting und ein paar  zusätzliche Slides schaden
nie, das neue Projekt ist etwas kostenintensiv, da  muss der Vorstand
mitentscheiden, auch wenn´s praktisch mein Ge...“
 
„Es ist halb zwei!“
 
Bulma schnaubte. „Na und? Hörst du überhaupt zu?“
 
Er klappte den Laptop zu und schubste ihn auf  seine Seite des Bettes. „Dann
geh schlafen, das hilft mehr als zusätzliches  Geplapper in deiner
Präsentation.“
 
„Das entscheidest du. So so. Woher hast du die  Ahnung?“
 
„Ich entscheide, dich nicht aus dem Bett zu  lassen, also entweder schläfst
du jetzt oder starrst wütend die dunkle Decke  an. Deine Entscheidung.“
 
Er legte konsequent seinen Arm auf sie, den sie  natürlich nicht bewegen
konnte. Nach einigem Gezappel gab sie Ruhe. Ging doch.
 
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Entspannt und zufrieden wachte Vegeta am nächsten  Morgen auf. Bulma war schon
weg, aber es war auch halb zehn und irgendwann um  acht hatte sie ja ein
Meeting... Mit einem Schulterzucken stand er auf. Würd  sie wahrscheinlich beim
Frühstück sehen.
 
Eine Stunde später war sie immer noch nicht  aufgetaucht. Sie ging nicht an ihr
Telefon, ihre Assistentin stellte ihn nicht  durch... es musste wohl der
arbeitsreichste Tag seit zehn Jahren sein. Die  Richtung, in die der
Gedankengang führte, gefiel im nicht sonderlich. Das Bra ihm  zufällig über
den Weg lief passte ihm wunderbar.
 
„Papa! Du wolltest noch mit mir einkaufen gehen,  heute, hast du
versprochen!“
 
Hatte er? Er konnte sich nicht recht erinnern,  aber er hatte auch nicht
wirklich was anderes zu tun, also von daher...
 
„Unterricht schon vorbei? Sollst doch nicht wie  die dummen Erdlinge
enden...“
 
Bra giggelte, ein fürchterliches Geräusch, das  sollte sie sich abgewöhnen.
„Jaaa, is doch schon fast 11, Papa!“
 
„Schwänzt du gerade?“
 
„Nein.“ Sie grinste über´s ganze Gesicht. Miese  Lügnerin.
 
„Eigentlich sollte ich dich dafür bestrafen, dass  du nicht besser lügen
kannst.“
 
„Tu ich auch nicht!“
 
„Aber die Erdlinge entwickeln sich so langsam,  wenn du erst mal sieben bist,
dann kriegen wir das besser hin.“
 
„Is gut, Papa.“
 
Na dann shoppen. Wieso nicht.
 
„Später trainieren wir ein bisschen.“
 
Bra strahlte über´s ganze Gesicht, irgend etwas  war mit diesem Kind nicht in
Ordnung. Ihre Eltern waren sicher nicht Schuld  daran, dass sie so fröhlich
war.
 
„Ich will endlich Trunks hauen, Papa!“
 
Na vielleicht war sie doch nicht so seltsam.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Er hatte es nie für notwendig gehalten, sich  allzu viele Gedanken über sein
Aussehen zu machen. Ein bisschen größer  vielleicht. Aber die Erdlinge legten
so viel Wert darauf, er musste sich  zumindest ein wenig anpassen. Und er konnte
nicht umhin es zu genießen, wenn  sie ihm nachsahen, bewundernd, so wie es sich
gehörte, und neidisch, weil sein  Kind das Beste auf diesem Planeten war!
 
Er sah runter, Bra spazierte fröhlich neben ihm  durch das Einkaufszentrum,
gerade groß genug, um ihn an der Hand halten zu  können. Na ja, ihr
Modegeschmack war noch etwas gewöhnungsbedürftig, aber  Prinzessinnen durften
tragen, was sie wollten, auch wenn  Superhelden-Sweatshirts mit rosa Röckchen
und gelben Strumpfhosen etwas …  abartig waren. Ihre Entscheidung.
 
Vegeta war zu sehr in Gedanken versunken, um zu  bemerken, wie Bras
Aufmerksamkeit plötzlich auf ein Schaufenster fiel. Der Ruck  in seiner
Schulter schmerzte tatsächlich, er hätte fast dämlich gegrinst vor Stolz. 
Seine Tochter.
 
„Papa, schau mal.“
 
Spielzeugladen. Superhelden-Figuren. Nicht schwer  zu erraten.
 
„Willst du eine?“
 
„Ja, die da!“
 
„Black Widow?“
  
„Nö, den Winter Soldier!“
 
„Wieso denn das?“
 
„Der Arm ist total toll und außerdem guckt der  immer so böse. So wie du!“
 
Das Grinsen war nicht mehr zu vermeiden. So  könnte es jeden Tag sein. Sein
Leben war... perfekt.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Zufrieden lag er auf der Couch im Schlafzimmer  und blätterte nochmal durch den
Comic vom Vortag. War immer noch unglaublich  gut. Vegeta atmete tief aus. Jeder
Tag könnte so sein, er musste es genießen,  so lange seine kleine Prinzessin
noch klein war. Wenn sie erst mal in der  Pubertät ist... mit Schaudern dachte
er an Trunks. Das war keine schöne Zeit  gewesen. Noch war er ganz zufrieden
damit, dass die Erdlinge ein paar gezielte  Schläge bei Kindern beäugten, bei
Jugendlichen nicht so sehr. Wenn es schon  notwendig war, dann bitte wenn ihre
Stimme nicht mehr so hoch war.
 
Und sie machte gute Fortschritte, er sollte öfter  mit ihr trainieren. Einmal
die Woche war ein bisschen mager. Er wollte es Bulma  erzählen, nur... war sie
immer noch nicht zurück. Sie war nachtragend, klar,  aber so sehr?
 
Tja, konnte er auch nichts machen. Kaum hatte er  sich wieder ins Lesen
vertieft, ging die Tür auf.
 
„Immer noch nicht fertig damit?“
 
Er verdrehte die Augen, während er das Heft noch  vor dem Gesicht hatte. Sicher
ist sicher.
 
„Beim ersten Mal lesen verpasst man zu viele  De...“
 
Er war zutiefst geschockt. Sprachlos. Eine kleine  Bestrafung, ja, aber DAS?
 
„Wo... wo sind deine Haare?“
 
Bulma sah ihn mit hochgezogener Braue an. „Oh, du  meinst meine neue Frisur?
Gefällt dir der Sidecut? Hatte ich gestern Abend  schon.“
 
„Hattest du?“
 
Hatte sie? Wie war ihm das nicht aufgefallen? Und  wieso? Er konnte ja noch
nachvollziehen, sie mochte kurze Haare, er hasste  kurze Haare, aber kurz und...
und... das DA waren zwei ganz verschiedene Dinge!
 
Sie antwortete nicht, stattdessen fing sie an,  sich auszuziehen. War das ne
Wiedergutmachung? Als sie das kurze T-shirt und das  lange Shirt darunter, BH
und Stiefel ausgezogen hatte, ahnte er schon etwas.  Als die Hose nach unten
ging, war er sich fast sicher.
 
Er schluckte hart.
 
„Ich war mit Bra einkaufen heute Mittag.“
 
„Aha. Schön zu wissen, dass du genauso wenig zu  tun hast wie ne
Erstklässlerin.“
 
Sie fummelte sie gerade ihre Waden runter. Das  sie immer noch nicht wusste, wie
man enge Hosen schnell auszieht.
 
„Und trainieren. Werden wir öfter machen, sie ist  gut.“
 
„Großartig. Ein paar Monate, und sie kann endlich  ihren Bruder verkloppen.
Davon träumt sie doch.“
 
Er nickte. Die Socken gingen weg.
 
„Wie war das Meeting?“
 
Hände an ihrem Höschen. Es wurde ernst.
 
„Nun, ein paar mehr Slides hätten vielleicht dazu  geführt, dass ich die
komplette Finanzierung krieg. Und nicht nur 75 Prozent.“
 
Und es fiel. Der Tag war ruiniert. Dieses  Miststück.
 
„Wieso hast du das gemacht?“ Er flüsterte. Mehr  konnte er nicht mehr
machen.
 
„Waaas, Vegeta, ich weiß nicht, was du meinst.  Oh, oder doch?“
 
Sie fuhr sich mit der Hand über die kahle Stelle.  Die kahle Stelle, die sie
versprochen hatte, in Ruhe zu lassen. Diese  verdammten Erdlinge und ihr
Bedürfnis, alle Haare an ihrem Körper zu entfernen!  Er hatte verstanden, an
den Beinen wollte sie nicht, warum auch immer, unter  den Achseln tolerierte sie
nur im Winter, aber der war in West City verdammt  kurz! Aber ihr schöner,
kleiner, perfekter Fleck...
 
„Wieso darfst nur du keine Lust auf vögeln  haben?“
 
Sie hielt inne. Es wurde noch schlimmer, sie sah  aus wie ein... wie ein Wurm!
Und es gab kaum etwas Widerlicheres als Würmer,  nackte, eklige Kreaturen, die
sich schleimig in matschiger Erde winden!
 
„Ach, du meinst, das is deswegen?“
 
Sie lachte. Wieso lachte sie? Was sollte denn  sonst der Grund sein?
 
„Du hast mir nicht vorzuschreiben, was ich zu machen  habe. Ich gehe ins Bett,
wann ICH will! Ich mach mit meinen Haaren, was ICH  will. Und du, mein Lieber,
hast nichts dazu zu sagen!“
 
Wenn sie die Welt so sehen würde wie er, sie  würde verstehen. Ihr Geruch war
anders, sie fühlte sich anders an, es war  einfach so viel besser! Verdammte
Erdlinge...
 
„Aber wieso so etwas? Bulma...“
 
Mit einem Augenrollen kam sie näher, blieb direkt  vor ihm stehen. Ihre
hübschen Brüste genau vor seinem Gesicht. Das machte es  etwas besser.
 
„Derselbe Grund, warum Trunks immer eine Ohrfeige  mehr gekriegt hat als
Goten. Du erinnerst dich besser daran, wenns mehr weh  tut.“
 
Er legte seine Hände auf ihre Hüften, betrachtete  das Elend etwas genauer. Es
war wirklich alles weg. Alles.
 
„Du hast nur Glück, dass ich nichts gegen dein  Fell hab, Liebling.“ Sie
umfasste sein Gesicht, ein kleines Lächeln auf den  Lippen. „Und jetzt sehen
wir mal, ob du deine Meinung nicht änderst, wenn du  bemerkst, wie gut sich
glatte Haut anfühlt.“
 
Sie lehnte sich runter, küsste ihn. Ihre Stimmung  war gut, der Kuss war
forsch, fordernd, wie es sein sollte. Sie ließ sich  langsam auf seinen Schoß
gleiten während ihre Hände runter fuhren, am Bund  seines Sweatshirts zogen.
 
„Willst du mich noch lang warten lassen?“
 
Er grinste gegen ihre Lippen, das Sweatshirt war  schnell entledigt. Die Hose
stellte sich als schwieriger heraus, sie wollte  nicht von ihm runter, er wollte
sie nicht in den Knien hängen haben. Bulma  versuchte sie gerade das letzte
Stück runter zu schubsen, als er seine Wange  gegen die rasierte Stelle an
ihrem Kopf lehnte. Es fühlte sich... gut an. Zu  gut. Es war so weich...
 
„Reibst du dich gerade an meinem Kopf?“
  
„Ich verzeih dir. Wieso sind sie so weich?“
 
Bulma schnaubte und zog ihren Kopf weg von ihm.  Sie musste sich wegen seiner
Hose bücken.
 
„Danke. Und ich weiß, es ist klasse, nicht  wahr?“
 
Sie fuhr mit den Fingern durch die kurzen Haare,  ihre Augen genüsslich
geschlossen. „Ich sag doch, du sollst mal ein bisschen  mehr offen sein für
Veränderungen...“
 
Er zog sie abrupt an sich, bis sie aneinander  lagen, bis er so viel von ihr an
sich spürte, wie möglich war.
 
„Du machst mich noch wahnsinnig.“
 
Sie grinste bloß, ließ ihre Hände an seinen  Seiten hoch wandern. „Ist das
nicht Sinn und Zweck der Sache?“
 
Sie küsste ihn wieder, ihre Finger spielten mit  seinen Brusthaaren, er hätte
das den ganzen Abend machen können. Bulma  offensichtlich nicht.
 
„Lass uns mal was ausprobieren, geht nicht so gut  mit nem Busch...“
 
„Was soll das bitte sein?“
 
Sie nahm seinen Penis, fuhr ein paar Mal über  seine gesamte Länge, bevor sie
sich dagegen lehnte. Er versuchte,  herauszufinden, was sie da machte. Sie
führte ihn nicht ein, legte ihn nur  zwischen ihre Lippen. Und dann bewegte sie
sich.
 
„Deinem Gesicht nach zu urteilen gefällt dir  das?“
 
Er nickte, schwach. Sie war so feucht, dass  Gefühl, wie sie über ihn rieb...
aber es zu sehen war fast noch besser.
 
„Bist fast n bisschen klein, das funktioniert  normalerweise besser...“
 
Er wollte schon eine bissige Antwort geben, aber  ihr Gesicht schimmerte rot von
ihrer Erregung und sie sah aus, als ob ein  Orgasmus nicht mehr lange auf sich
warten ließ. Bei ihm auch nicht, aber es war  noch zu früh. Er zog sie
vehement von sich runter. Zeit, den Spieß etwas  umzudrehen.
 
„Was... was soll das jetzt?“
 
„Ich muss doch noch testen, wie du dich jetzt  anfühlst.“
 
Sie runzelte die Stirn, irritiert, noch  irritierter als er sie an den Hüften
hochzog, bis sie mit den Schultern auf der  Couch lag und mit allem anderen...
Sie stöhnte laut auf, als er seine Zunge in  sie schob.
 
„Du... du scheiß Bastard!“
 
Die Haut war unglaublich weich, es war nicht  schlecht, aber sie roch anders. Er
fuhr mit der Zunge weiter, zu ihrem zweiten  Eingang, ihr Stöhnen wurde lauter,
aber immerhin würde sie nicht gleich kommen.  Er wusste, dass sie es mochte.
Zunge war okay, alles andere nicht. Aber damit  konnte er leben. Sie so zu
sehen, sich windend, die Augen halb geschlossen,  ihre Stimme folgte seiner
Zunge... mehr brauchte er nicht. Egal, was sie sonst  von sich hielt, in diesen
Momenten war sie machtlos.
 
Ihre Hand griff nach oben, aber er hielt sie  fest, bevor sie sich berühren
konnte. Noch nicht.
 
„Lass los, Vegeta.“
 
„War wohl nicht gut genug, wenn du dich noch so  artikulieren kannst.“
 
„Halt dein Maul und helf mir hoch!“
 
Er ließ sie langsam von sich rutschen, mehr  nicht. Wenn sie sich nicht rühren
wollte, umso besser. Er hatte sie lieber  unter sich.
 
Leider zog sie sich an der Couch hoch, sie  schien...
 
„Was hast du jetzt wieder vor?“
 
„Das hier ist nicht für dich. Für mich. Ich  belohne mich, dass ich es mit
dir aushalte. Und du...“ Sie setzte sich auf ihn.  Er spürte ihre Hand an
ihm, es war fast schon zu viel, er war schon schmerzhaft  hart. „...machst
gefälligst was ich will.“
 
Langsam ließ sie sich auf ihn herab gleiten, viel  zu langsam, es war abartig.
Aber er hielt sich davon ab sie zu packen und es  etwas zu beschleunigen. Am
Ende würde sie am nächsten Tag mit ner Glatze  kommen.
 
„Taugt dir nicht, Vegeta? Und das?“
 
Sie fing an, ihre Hüfte zu bewegen, langsam über  ihn reibend, kreisend, es
war zu... wenig!
 
„Macht dir das etwa Spaß?“
 
Sie legte ihre Hände auf seine Schultern und  schubste leicht. Er verstand die
Geste, sie könnte ihn sowieso nicht dazu  zwingen, sich zu bewegen. Langsam
lehnte er sich zurück, auf seine Ellenbogen.  Zumindest hatte er so eine
bessere Sicht.
 
„Und wie. Männer wollen immer... stoßen...  aber... a...“
 
Vielleicht war es doch nicht zu schlecht. Jede  Pose, bei der er ihr Gesicht
beim Orgasmus sehen konnte war gut. Nichts war  schöner zu sehen als ihr
Körper, der von einem leichten Zittern überzogen  wurde, wie sie sich an
seinen Knien festhielt und ihre Lider flatterten und sie  tief aus der Kehle
stöhnte.
 
Ihre plötzliche Enge brachte ihn beinahe zum  Höhepunkt, aber das machte
nichts, sie war erst mal ausgelaugt. Er hob sich  wieder und fing an, sich zu
bewegen. Sie lehnte sich bereitwillig an seine  Brust, ihre Arme umklammerten
ihn, er spürte ihre Fingernägel an seinen  Schulterblättern.
 
Er kam kurz darauf, heftig, viel zu heftig. Das  hatte sie nicht verdient. Er
atmete laut aus und ließ sich gegen die Couchlehne  sinken. Aber er hatte es
verdient, noch ein wenig hier zu liegen und sie nicht  los zu lassen.
 
„Willst du nicht aus mir raus?“
 
Er hob nicht mal den Kopf. „Nein.“
 
„Ich will aufstehen.“
 
„Is mir egal.“
 
Sie seufzte, rieb sich ein wenig an ihm. „Ich  muss duschen. Hab den ganzen
Abend an nem dreckigen Teppich gelegen.“
 
„Du mich auch.“ Er hielt sie trotzdem noch ein  paar Minuten, aus Prinzip.
Und weil es sich gut anfühlte, seinen Kopf gegen die  rasierten Haare zu legen.
 
„Du siehst trotzdem aus wie ein Wurm. Bleibt das  jetzt so?“
 
Sie lachte, ein wenig heiser. „Nah, das hat  ziemlich weh getan. Aber wird ein
bisschen dauern, bis es nachwächst.“
 
Mit einer kleinen Drehung glitt sie aus ihm  heraus und kuschelte sich etwas
stärker an ihn. Na also.
 
„Mir ist kalt, so ganz ohne Fell. Lass uns ins  Bett gehen.“
 
„Keine Dusche?“
 
Ein kurzer Blick und er sparte sich weitere  Kommentare. Besser ins Bett. Er
wurde schon wieder hart.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bulma war gerade am wegdämmern, als ein kleiner  Lichtstrahl ihr direkt in die
Augen fiel. Bra stand in der Tür, große Augen,  eine Puppe in der Hand. Sie
wollte mit den Augen rollen, aber ließ es lieber  bleiben.
 
„Mama, bist du wach?“
 
Sie tapste langsam zum Bett und stupste leicht  gegen Bulmas Arm.
 
„Mama?“
 
Mit einem Seufzen hob sie sich ein wenig, stützte  sich auf den Ellenbogen.
Vegeta neben ihr rührte sich keinen Milimeter.
 
„Was denn los, Bra?“
 
„Ich hab gewartet, bis ihr keinen Krach mehr  macht.“
 
Bulma hob eine Augenbraue. Ja, zumindest etwas  hatte sie ihr beigebracht.
 
„Ich war heut einkaufen mit Papa!“
 
Breit grinsend hielt sie Bulma die Puppe vor´s  Gesicht.
 
„Na das is aber n hässliches Ding. Warum wolltest  du die?“
 
„Sieht aus wie Papa!“
 
Neben ihr hörte sie ein Grunzen. War doch noch wach.
 
Mit einem leichten Grinsen nahm sie die Puppe und  beäugte sie etwas genauer.
 
„Ja, kann man nicht leugnen. Eine gewisse  Ähnlichkeit ist da.“
 
Bra lehnte sich gegen das Bett, sah mit großen  Kulleraugen zu Bulma hoch.
Jetzt kam wohl der eigentliche Grund für den  nächtlichen Besuch.
 
„Mama, darf ich bei euch schlafen?“
 
Sie hasste das. Das Schlafzimmer war nicht für  Kinder. Aber irgendwie fühlte
sie sich... großzügig. Und ein kleiner aber  bestimmter Tritt gegen ihr
Schienbein half auch dabei.
 
„Na klar, komm her.“
 
Vegeta drehte sich um, als Bra zwischen ihnen lag  und sagte etwas, zu leise,
als das Bulma es hören konnte. Sie war nicht gut mit  Kindern. Daran würde
sich nichts mehr ändern. Aber das hieß nicht, dass sie  nicht ein großes Maß
an Genugtuung verspürte, wenn sie Vegeta und Bra zusammen  sah. Sie nahm die
hässliche Puppe und warf sie auf den Boden, hatte ihr  unangenehm in die Seite
gestochen, und legte ihren Arm und die beiden Idioten.  Ihre beiden Idioten.
 
Fin.



                     Kapitel 10: Pick the tune (Pan/Videl)
                     -------------------------------------


So maybe we could get down now
 
I don't wanna know
If you're getting ahead of the program
I want you to be mine, lady
To hold your body close
Take another step into the no-man's land
 
Sing – Ed Sheeran
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“It´s so soft, Pan.” She didn´t move her hands, although Pan tried to get
away. “That was the best idea ever.” Pan even thought about getting up. From
breakfast. “I could do this for hours.”
 
Annoyed, she pushed the hands back. Kasa just huffed and finally sat down next
to her.
 
“Come on, Pan, you can´t just go and shave your hair and then deny me every
pleasure from it.”
 
“I´m eating.”
 
And usually that was enough for Pan´s roommate to finally shut up. Pan hadn´t
told her of her family´s origin, just something about fast metabolism and
sports. Mealtime was quiet time.
 
“Just saying. So, what you gonna do today?”
 
Pan swallowed, rolling her eyes. “Lectures.”
 
What else? She had started university in Northwest City two months ago and it
kept her busy. But not too busy. It was probably dumb luck or maybe fate, who
knew, to end up with Kasa as a roommate. The apartment was nice, Kasa was
attractive and she wanted an open relationship. Even the dragonballs couldn´t
have made it better.
 
Pan was glad that she was out of her parent´s home. No matter how much she
loved them all, finally having some privacy was… nice. And she wanted to take
as much as possible with her, knowledge from every sector. Oh and there was so
much to learn next to university.
 
“Yeah sure, I have lectures as well. Remember, we study the same stuff? After
that, I mean. This night.”
 
With a shrug, Pan got back to eating.
 
“Does that mean no? Are you free? No date this evening?”
 
She shrugged again.
 
“Fine then, I´ve got just the right thing for us to do!”
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It was horribly loud, some music blaring from the speakers and the noise of all
the people screaming at each other. Obviously the only method of conversation
available. Pan nibbled at her drink, silently cursing Kasa that she´d taken her
here and then disappeared a second after they had entered.
 
Pan had never been in a swinger club. It didn´t interest her, she had no
problem picking up someone for casual sex and it was so… public! Who wanted
sex in a place like this?
 
She scratched her cheek, the mask was a bit itchy. Well, it wasn´t that public.
Everyone was wearing a mask, covering enough of their faces to make sure they
weren´t recognizable. With a huff she sat her glass down on the table, fully
intent on leaving.
 
And then she saw her. Across the room, in a violet dress, looking equally lost.
And way too good to be left alone. A smirk formed on Pan´s face. Maybe the
evening could be nice after all.
 
Determined, she walked up to her, slightly brushing her arm to make her notice.
Startled, the woman turned around. She had black hair, up in a neat bun, dark
eyes and a pretty mouth. Looked older than Pan, much older. Didn´t matter to
Pan. She could only learn.
 
“Are you interested?”
 
The woman looked confused, gestured at her ears. Fucking music, this wasn´t a
goddamn club! Pan shrugged slightly, making a thrusting motion with her hips.
She seemed to understand, her eyes widening, a slight blush forming on her
cheeks.
 
Well. Surely not a regular here.
 
Slowly she gave Pan a closer inspection. Pan felt a welcome rush of blood
through her body, itching to touch her already. And then the woman was done and
nodded.
 
Pan just put an arm around her, leading her to one of the surrounding rooms.
They were lucky, one of the couples just fell of a bed, leaving the spot open
for them. Pan wasn´t inclined to share. Not wasting any more time, she urged
the woman to the bed, kissing her the moment she sat down. The masks were in the
way, both plastic with some stupid ornaments, not the wisest choice. Her range
in movement was so constricted it made her mad. She tasted so nice! The moment
she tried to turn her head, the masks stuck to each other, almost ripping them
from their faces. She felt the woman chuckle, not hearing it over the noise,
while her hands moved up to entangle the mess. She had delicate fingers,
careful, very careful. When she freed them, Pan almost regretted that they moved
apart.
 
Almost. There was no need to waste time. The violet dress had a zipper on the
front and Pan wanted to know what was underneath. She smiled encouragingly,
since the other woman was obviously nervous and pulled the zipper down. Pushing
it over her shoulders, Pan got a closer look. Pretty much underwear for the
occasion, in her opinion, but then the lacy bra and the fitting panties with a
garter belt and stockings… she almost laughed. Not her preferred choice, but
then that woman was older and it looked nice.
 
She seemed to get over her first anxiety and started tugging on Pan´s t-shirt.
Willingly, she let it get pulled over her head, revealing her small breasts and
her toned stomach. It wasn´t as intimidating as it had been, since she hadn´t
trained in quite a while. Most humans didn´t appreciate muscles much, and at
the moment her priority leaned towards impressing them. The woman looked
fascinated. Pan somehow suspected she hadn´t had sex with a woman before, but
she got herself the right person. Slowly, Pan grabbed her hands and put them on
her breasts, sucking in some air when she felt the cold touch on her sensitive
nipples. The woman carefully moved. They fitted in her hands perfectly. She
moved her head up, trying to kiss Pan again, just to stop in the last second,
giggling. The masks, right.
 
Instead, she moved to her neck, planting some tiny kisses there, moving down to
her shoulder, lightly licking over the collarbone. Pan got impatient, it was
nice but they weren´t teenagers. She wanted some more action. The woman seemed
to notice and squeezed Pan´s breast, moving one hand away while the other still
played around, carefully licking over Pan´s nipple and then biting down. Hard.
 
Pan hissed, it actually hurt quite a bit, but… it was exciting. The woman
licked over the tender spot again, rubbing her fingers over it. Pan made a
mental note to keep that in mind. Pan reached up, opening the bra that was still
obscuring her view, pulling the straps over the woman´s shoulders. The woman
stopped, a surprised look on her face. Maybe she had forgotten that this was
meant to happen in both ways.
 
Pan pushed her slightly, making her lie down on the bed. She wanted to get a
better look at her, and it was worth it. For her age she had a surprisingly trim
body, small breasts, muscled thighs… She shivered when Pan hooked her fingers
into the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them down. She leaned down, trying
to make it less awkward for the other woman, leaving the underwear around her
knees. It was her time to get to know her better, the taste of her skin, the
texture of her breasts, her scent… her scent was somehow familiar, she
couldn´t quite put her finger on it, but she wore some strong perfume, it
wasn´t bad, just… distracting. Her tongue reached the edge of the garter
belt, making the woman shiver. Her whole body trembled, excited, hopefully. She
moved farther, between her legs. Definitely excited.
 
She shot a look up, to make sure, and got an instant nod. Pan didn´t need more
motivation and put her tongue to work.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Videl loved her daughter very much, but she couldn´t deny having her out of the
house had its… advantages. No more need to be quiet, to be careful, they could
just let it go. Try stuff out. And it was so much fun to try stuff out!
 
Though… Videl glanced around the room, unsure of how to proceed. It was
horribly loud and stuffy and anyway, the moment they entered, some very young
girl had grabbed her husband and led him away. Videl huffed, playing with the
hem of her dress. Trying stuff out was all nice and well, but this club was
maybe a bit too much after all. She never had had sex with someone else before,
and she honestly just wanted to leave.
 
The same moment someone decided to tap her on the shoulder. When Videl turned
around, another young girl was standing there, smiling and saying something she
couldn´t understand. Was it on purpose that damn music was so loud? Though the
girl didn´t seem to care, she just made an obscene gesture. Videl blushed, how
embarrassing! She could be the mother of that girl! But then again… she let
her gaze drift over her, trying to sort out the mess in her head. She wasn´t
looking bad, rather cute, probably a student, with a dark blue T-shirt and some
black leather pants. Videl had to look again, it looked like real leather. And a
mask that covered half of her head, she barely saw her hair. Black, short,
boyish. With a tiny shrug, Videl nodded. Maybe having sex with another woman
wouldn´t be as awkward as another guy.
 
It helped when they tangled their masks, it was so cute and somehow she had to
giggle. She loved to laugh during sex, it made it much more enjoyable and the
moment the girl started unzipping her dress, she smiled widely. She knew what
she was doing and Videl liked it. It also made her a little bit more
adventurous, tugging on the shirt the girl was wearing. Her eyes widened
slightly when she saw what was underneath. Probably did a lot of sports, her
muscles were incredibly defined. Maybe even Martial Arts. But she was definitely
wearing a little less underwear for the occasion.
 
It didn´t take long for them to get serious and Videl couldn´t keep from
shivering, from excitement and … anticipation. The girl was definitely more
experienced than her, but still... her doubts where blown away in an instant
when the girl´s tongue touched her clit. It was like a burning sensation
running straight up to her head, making her grab the sheets, her toes curling
and her legs bending. The girl just grabbed her thighs, holding onto them while
she had her tongue everywhere, licking and biting and tugging on the sensitive
skin. Videl didn´t hold back anymore and moaned, no one could hear anyway, it
just felt too good!
 
The girl let her hands wander, stroking over her thighs down to her hips,
holding her down, moving, moving again…
 
“Oh my god!”
 
Videl gasped, her hips bucking upwards violently. The girl had just pushed her
tongue inside her, as deep as she reached. Videl squirmed, grabbing the sheets
harder. She didn´t even know what she was feeling anymore, her orgasm was
building up, but it was different, more intense.
 
The hands wandered from her hips, raising her butt a little, spreading it… in
an instant Videl moved away. She felt adventurous this evening, but not that
adventurous. The girl just looked up, her hands raised defensively, slowly
licking over her lips.
 
Damn. Her butt was still out of the question.
 
Videl didn´t move, she wasn´t sure. Should she return the favour? What if she
messed it up? She had never done that before. She started getting up, trying to
work up the courage when the girl stood up from the bed and walked away.
 
Walking away?
 
Instantly Videl was up. Maybe she had been too stuck up about the whole butt
thing? But either way the girl couldn’t just leave like that! The girl smiled,
widely, motioning her to stay. She hoped that was what it meant. With furrowed
brows, Videl watched her go. Barely a minute later she came back. Videl didn’t
notice the purse in her hand at first, she was too mesmerized. Who would´ve
thought someone could look so perfect with just a mask and black leather pants?
Her shoulders were a bit broader than usual, probably from workout and her
breasts were tiny and a little bit perky, with dark tips, slightly swaying while
she moved.

Videl involuntarily licked her lips. She wanted to touch them again. She wanted
to… she wanted to kiss her again. Damn masks.
 
The girl sat down on the bed again, rummaging in her bag. Must´ve forgotten it
outside. And then Videl´s eyes widened dramatically. She looked at the girl.
Back at the toy. Back at the girl, to be sure that she was serious. And back at
the toy.
 
She didn´t like toys. They had tried, but the real thing was just better, touch
was just better, not some cold plastic. She could understand that girls might
need some help, but a strap-on? Would the girl even feel something that way? Or
should…
 
Oh my. Should she do it?
 
When she looked back up, the girl was laughing. Probably. Definitely. She even
held her stomach. When she noticed Videl backing up a little, righteously
offended by getting made fun of, she leaned in, near to her ear, screaming
something.
 
“Wanna try?”
 
The first time she heard her voice, but it was so loud, she couldn´t make out
how it sounded. It didn´t matter. She had to think. Well, if she didn’t like
it, she would at least have a new experience. And honestly, she wanted the girl
to get her pants off already.
 
A short nod and Videl grabbed for the buttons on the trousers, undoing them,
faster than was necessary. Maybe she had no underwear underneath, she didn´t
seem to be the type for it. And… well. The tiniest thong she could imagine.
 
She couldn´t help it, she burst out laughing.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Pan loved it when she felt someone squirm underneath her, it gave her a sense of
power and of course pride. Licking like that didn’t come naturally, it had
been hard work. When the woman moved away though, she felt a little pang of
rejection. Usually, people were more likely to try something new when they were
about to lose their minds, but she couldn´t have everything and anyway, since
they were seated so nicely…
 
Pan was looking for her bag, obviously she had forgotten it together with her
drink outside. It was nothing in it besides her keys and a strap-on. Safety
measure, she wasn´t sure if they had some equipment at the party and she really
didn´t want to use it either way.  When she got it out, she caught the look on
the woman´s face though. Obviously she hadn´t expected that. Pan couldn´t see
much, but what she saw… she couldn´t hold it in anymore, it was just
hilarious, how her mouth changed between disgust and determination, probably
trying to figure out if she should leave or not. Pan laughed out loud, fuck
composure. Maybe she should ask the lady later why she even wanted to come with
her, it´s not as if Pan hadn´t asked. Speaking of which… she tried to scream
as loud as she could and who would´ve thought, she actually nodded.
 
For all the fuss she was pretty quick getting a move on Pan´s pants, something
that made her insides churn, wanting to feel her, all of her, all over her and
seeing her come. The woman burst out laughing, halfway through pulling the pants
down. Okay.
 
When she didn´t stop, Pan tried to wiggle out of her trousers on her own. Was a
bad choice after all, they looked so nice on her butt, but they were a menace to
get off. The moment they slipped over her ankles, she felt the woman pressing
against her back, her hands on Pan´s thong, pulling it down. She was still
giggling, for whatever reason. She let the woman remove the panties and tried to
get the strap-on on as quickly as possible. Maybe that way the woman wouldn´t
think about backing out again. Just some lube… she looked around, how could
she have forgotten it? A tugging on her hip made her look down and… oh. Oh.
 
Pan´s eyes widened dramatically, that wasn´t something she had got to see yet.
The woman sucked her dick, her substitute, with absolute vigor. She wouldn´t
have thought it would leave such an impact, but it did. Whatever the reason the
woman hadn’t gone with a man, Pan was glad for it. Would have been a shame to
miss that.
 
The woman looked up, her eyes big under her long lashes, she looked like she was
smiling. And with one go, she swallowed the whole dildo.
 
“Holy fuck!” Pan gasped, she could almost feel the woman´s throat moving,
she definitely saw how her shoulders shivered, probably gagging, why was it so
loud?
 
She moved away, wiping the saliva from her mouth. She moved her head
questioningly, it seemed it was time. The woman grabbed the dildo, pulling it
towards her. Definitely time.
 
With probably a little too much force, Pan grabbed her and pushed her on her
stomach. Resting her hand on the small of the woman´s back, Pan got the dildo
inside, instantly moving. She didn´t want to wait any longer, she couldn´t
hear her moan but she wanted at least to see her move. Pan held her at the
garter belt, trying to go slow, slower, she was just human, she couldn´t go all
out. The woman grabbed the sheets, her head bobbing with every thrust. Grinning,
Pan grabbed her by the shoulder with one hand, going deeper, till she could feel
the woman´s butt smacking against her. The strap-on was barely rubbing against
her clit, but it didn´t matter. She could come later, watching the woman
getting into it was much more exciting and she wanted to enjoy every second of
it.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Videl grunted, trying to hold on to something. She liked rough sex, her husband
was a Saiyan after all! She had to get used to it. It didn´t mean that she
particularly enjoyed it when someone slammed their dick or whatever against the
entrance of her uterus. She had to get…
 
The girl grabbed her on the shoulder, increasing her pace. Videl slipped,
sinking into the mattress, her head buried in the sheets. It was enough. ENOUGH.
 
With more force than she intended Videl moved up, pushing her butt painfully
against the girl, but at least she got the hand away from her shoulder. She
tried to turn around, it needed some wiggling till the girl understood what she
was doing. It would be so much easier if they could just talk. But as it was,
Videl moved away, getting the dildo out of her and turned around. The girl
raised her shoulders, probably wanting to ask if they should stop and if Videl
was all honest with herself, she considered it. Some more of her tongue would be
nice and more than enough for this evening.
 
But then again, who was she to back off from a challenge. Since she hadn´t
given any kind of response, the girl came closer again, probably wanting to
shout some question and Videl did the only thing that seemed right to her. She
lifted the damn mask and got in for a kiss.
 
Finally. The girl was surprised, her mouth open a bit, which Videl used as an
invitation. Carefully keeping the mask up, just enough to avoid tangling, but
not too much to reveal herself. She wasn´t quite ready for that.
 
The kiss followed her rules, it was deep and slow and sweet, she just wanted to
taste her, play with her, get a feel for her. This was all so impersonal, the
masks, the loud music, quick sex without anything else, it was just… not
right. Videl wanted a bit more. At least a kiss. And the girl almost melted into
the touch, her hands all over Videls body, slowly wandering up her sides,
resting on her cheeks. Videl couldn´t touch her, she had to hold the mask, but
it was okay. The girl obviously had experience in fucking, but she had no
experience in being tender. Enjoying another person, not only another body.
 
Slowly, Videl moved her head away, pushing the mask back down. The girl was
still holding Videl´s head, looking at her with her mouth hanging a little
open, the lips red and wet and so cute. She cocked her head to the side, shortly
looking down.
 
Videl grinned, nodding. She lay back down on the bed, she wanted to look at the
girl, not getting fucked from behind. Maybe this was anonymous, maybe she would
never see this girl again, but she wanted to at least look at something else
during sex than a wall.
 
The girl grabbed her by the hips, slowly pulling Videl towards her, till her
butt rested against the girl´s thighs and she felt the tip of the dildo against
her entrance. She nodded again, but her hands were also raised. Hopefully the
girl understood that she should go slower.
 
She did, at the beginning. She was sitting on her legs with Videl on her, not
much room for movement and Videl enjoyed the slow swaying of the girl´s hips,
much more intense than before. She pushed her hands against the headrest behind
her, leaning her head back, getting comfortable. She could moan as much as she
wanted to, no one would hear her, and it was getting really good.
 
Just a bit… a bit more… she was so close… the girl moved, raising her up,
probably getting her tired feet out from under her and then… there they were
again. She fell back into that hard rhythm, probably used to it, Videl didn´t
care, it just got too rough! Her head was already banging against the headrest,
lightly, still uncomfortable.
 
She didn´t stop. Annoyed from getting interrupted so shortly before an orgasm,
Videl kicked her into her side. The girl surely could take it. She just fell
over, barely grabbing the bed before she fell down, a shocked look on her face.
Videl panted, her pussy already feeling a bit sore. Time to change a few things.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Pan grabbed her side, honestly shocked that she got just kicked in the ribs. And
with pretty much force! She eyed the woman, obviously she hadn´t been
completely off. She had some sort of fighting experience, there was way too much
power behind that kick otherwise.
 
If that meant it was over? She hadn´t liked something before, Pan didn´t quite
know what, she thought the position, but… after the kick she wasn´t so sure
anymore. Slowly dragging herself up again, she just rubbed the sore spot and
waited. If the woman wanted to continue, she should act on it. Pan felt that two
missed tries were enough for one night.
 
And she was right. The woman got up, moving over to Pan, pushing Pan´s hand
away from her side. She slowly started rubbing over the spot, it was… cute.
Like a mum would do. Probably had a kid, she was definitely old enough for it.
But it was also very awkward, nothing she wanted to feel during faceless sex.
Pan grabbed the hand, holding it in place.
 
With a shrug, the woman got up a little, sat on Pan´s lap.  Oh. So that was
it. Pan didn´t mind, if she wanted to ride she should ride. Everything that
didn´t involve leaving was nice, and Pan could move just as well this way.
 
The woman seemed to sense her intent and removed Pan´s hands from her hips,
leaning them against the bed. Okay. Maybe she had been a bit too rough before.
Maybe that was it.
 
Pan decided to let the scene unfurl. It was nice just to watch. The woman got
down on the dildo, slowly letting it slide into her. It looked nice how she held
it with her hand, how her pubic hair was distracting the view. Once she settled
down, she slowly started moving, her hands on Pan´s shoulders. After a few
thrusts, she closed her eyes, still keeping the slow pace. Pan liked the way her
lips were slightly parted, still red and swollen from the kiss before. The tips
of her breast were swaying with each movement, astonishingly perky for her age,
but they were so tiny, maybe that helped. Pan jerked forward, ignoring how the
woman looked sharply at her in an instant. She just buried her head in the
woman´s chest, slowly caressing the sides of her breast, moving towards the
tips. The woman had stopped moving shortly, but started again when she felt
Pan´s tongue. Pan got a little more brave, getting her hands on the woman´s
hips, feeling her tense with the touch, but Pan didn´t move them. She just
wanted to feel her.
 
She just wanted to… she moved her head away, looking up. The woman´s eyes
were open, maybe she sensed what Pan wanted to do, at least she didn´t struggle
against it, when Pan moved her hands to the small of the woman´s back, pressing
them together, getting as much skin contact as possible.
 
It felt nice. Great. Incredible. Just faceless sex, right. Pan would´ve loved
to breathe in her scent, but the perfume was too strong.
 
The woman´s movements got frantic, probably about to come. Pan pressed her
tighter against her, she couldn´t kiss, but she wanted to feel everything. The
moment she came, the shiver that run through the woman almost felt like it came
from Pan, the breath on her neck was hot when the woman moaned, loudly, still
not loud enough, grabbing onto Pan as if she wanted to break her in two and…
it was over way too quickly. Pan wanted to feel more, more of it, she wanted to
see every tiny little detail, feel every small shiver of her body… with a
sigh, she leaned into the hug. It was faceless sex after all. She would have to
wait for someone else to repeat it. Though there was still one last thing left
to do that evening.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Videl leaned in to the hug, exhausted. Finally it had went the way she had
wanted it. Took long enough. The girl didn´t struggle against it, though this
was probably way too intimate for public sex like this. Videl smiled, widely. It
didn´t matter. She would never go to a place like this again, no need to follow
the rules.
 
After a few seconds, the girl started to move, slowly pushing Videl down from
her. She didn´t struggle, the girl probably just wanted to leave. But she
didn´t. She peeled the strap-on off, giving Videl the first full view of the
evening. She had neat pubic hair, it was carefully trimmed into shape to look
natural, but it was too tidy for that. The girl moved her fingers between her
legs, she wasn´t moving them much, it looked more like she was testing. If she
was wet, maybe. When she removed her fingers, they were covered and Videl
couldn´t resist. She took them into her mouth and licked it all off. It was
funny, somehow. Videl never had any urge to be with a woman, but when it
happened, she had no trouble adapting. It was somehow… familiar. She knew what
she liked and she could guess that other women were similar, it made it so easy.
Comfortable. Videl smiled against the fingers, thinking how she would show the
girl how to best use them to get off, seeing as the girl hadn´t had an orgasm
yet. She didn´t get the chance, the girl pushed lightly against her, urging her
to lie down. Videl was confused, not sure where this was leading. She had had
enough for one evening, but the girl lifted her leg, sitting down between
Videl´s legs.
 
Videl wanted to get up, but the girl… started moving. She rubbed against
Videl´s thigh, almost against her pussy, and it looked like she liked it. Maybe
there was more to sex with women after all. Videl would´ve never thought to do
something like that. The girl was obviously more than aroused, she got into a
frantic pace quickly, grabbing hard onto Videl, until her hips bucked up a few
times, shivering against Videl´s leg, she could almost feel the sensation run
through her body just by the close contact.
 
With a sigh, the girl let go of the leg, looking over to Videl, a small smile on
her lips. The exact same time the music stopped for the first time that evening
and after a second of stunned silence, everyone started talking at once. It was
barely less loud than before. The girl obviously had something on her mind as
well.
 
“Hey, you wanna meet again? Want my number?”
 
She almost screamed. She sounded so young, it made Videl instantly
uncomfortable.
 
“No, I´m married.”
 
The music continued. Videl shrugged apologetically and got up, looking for her
clothes. A bit abrupt, but better to end it before it got to awkward. The girl
just sat on the bed and watched her till she left the room. She didn’t follow
her outside, much to Videl´s relief. She just wanted to wait for Gohan so that
she could go home.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“ ‘I´m married’ Like, who says that? Why did she say that? I still don´t
get it!”
 
Kasa shrugged, obviously not interested. Maybe Pan had gone on with her rant to
often in the past couple of days. But she couldn´t dismiss it, it was such an
odd thing to say! They were at a swinger club for fuck´s sake, obviously her
marriage did survive polygamy!
 
Pan huffed, leaning back in her seat. They were just on the way to her parents,
her mum thought Pan should bring her roommate, cause that´s polite or whatever.
She huffed again.
 
“Y´know, Pan, have you maybe thought that you sounded like some lovesick
idiot and that mystery woman simply didn´t want you to stalk her?”
 
Pan huffed again. Of course she knew that. It was still driving her mad! One
more chance, one more time to fuck her was all she had wanted. Not love, pf,
that woman had  been way too old and Pan way too young for relationship crap.
 
“Oh come on now, don´t be mad. We are almost at your parent´s, you don´t
want to arrive there all sulky, right? Pan, it´s time to grow up. Everyone
needs to survive getting dumped.”
 
She laughed. LAUGHED. Pan wanted to kick her.
 
Pan was absolutely in no mood to visit her parents. She had to force herself to
smile when they went in, be all nice when they commented on her new haircut and
pretend to like the small talk they had with Kasa. Probably trying to inquire if
she was her girlfriend or not, as if she wouldn´t have told them that!
 
At least food was about to appear soon. It already smelled nice.
 
“Videl-san, you smell so nice, that´s a great perfume!”
 
Her mum looked a bit flustered, almost blushing. Pan wanted to sink into the
ground and never come back up. Did she just catapult back into highschool?
 
“Oh, thank you! I just bought it recently.”
 
Pan raised her eyebrows, concentrating on it. And then it hit her. It was
familiar. Way too familiar. It all made sense now. She had been so blind! She
should´ve know, the moment she got a kick in the ribs and almost fell off the
bed. No human could do that, no normal human, and that perfume…
 
She wanted to gag. She wanted to leave. But there was no way she could leave now
without it being suspicious. She never had an upset stomach and claiming to have
period cramps… the last thing she wanted to discuss with her mum was her
vagina. The urge to gag was even stronger.
 
Three excruciating hours later they finally left. Kasa was giving her funny
looks all evening, obviously noticing how pale and sick she looked. Pan got a
good look in the mirror when she fled to the bathroom, trying to calm down.
 
“Is everything alright? You look… not well. At all. Pan?”
 
“It was her.”
 
“What? Who? What?”
 
Pan got into the aircar, closing the door. “The woman in the club. It was her.
My mum. It was MY MUM!”
 
Kasa´s face froze in a half smile, trying to figure out if Pan was kidding.
 
“What?”
 
“I. FUCKED. My MUM!”
 
She almost yelled. It was too… too much.
 
“Oh. Oh my. That´s… that´s something you might wanna tell your
grandchildren, haha. What a coincidence.”
 
“What was she even doing there? Maybe my dad was there as well, I mean… did
they just wait for me to move out to do stuff like that?”
 
“Well, didn´t you? They sure don´t wanna know how many people you fuck.”
Kasa raised her eyebrows, not looking shocked in the least. Pan wanted to
strangle her.
 
“Ha, maybe the guy I grabbed was your dad! Haha. He was rather cute, and your
dad is rather cute.”
 
“Stop talking.”
 
“And all the stuff you told me your mysterious lady was into, your dad is one
lucky guy if she´s that good at cock sucking.”
 
“I didn´t feel it, I don´t know, stop talking!”
 
They were already back in the air, on their way to Northwest City. The ride
would be horribly long, but Pan couldn´t fly with Kasa in there. All the… all
the things she had done! How could she? How?
 
Kasa noticed the pained look on her face, grinning wide. “Remembering every
little detail, I presume?”
 
She wouldn´t stop. Kasa obviously had no sense of decency whatsoever. It
didn´t make it easier for Pan to deal with it. And the worst was… she
couldn´t quite regret it. She did regret that it was her mum, she did regret
that she couldn’t meet the woman again, couldn´t repeat that night in a more
private setting. She didn´t regret having fucked her though. And it made her
feel sick.
 
“I´m glad you told me all the spicy details before you discovered it!”
 
Kasa laughed, loudly. Pan looked out the window, at the pretty night sky. She
also had to get a new roommate.
 
Fin.



                   Kapitel 11: Some kind of... (Goku/Goten)
                   ----------------------------------------


One of Goten´s biggest guilty pleasures was the feeling of a thick cock rammed
down his throat. Testing out how deep he could take it, how long until he had to
breathe again, giving up control... Though it had never felt quite that good.
Humans weren´t a real challenge, he could free himself too easily, but the way
Goku held him by his hair and shoved him down deeper with every push made his
cock throb against his underwear.
 
It had just been two or three weeks ago, when it all started. Goku had come back
after a longer absence of a few years and as all the times before, Goten was
only mildly irritated by it. He disturbed the routine he and his mother had set
up, but then again Goten was out so often that he didn´t care all that much. He
just lived at home out of convinience, not real need. Most of what he noticed
his father was training in the woods and doing some farming, both at the same
time, he didn´t know. Though he realized that maybe he should´ve honed his ki
sensing skills some more when Goku wandered in the bathroom just as Goten was
masturbating under the shower.
 
He couldn´t quite point his finger on it but it was probably his unhealthy
desire to try out how far he could go with anything that made him... act. Goku
was staring at him, mildly displeased about the occupied room and mildly horny
by the display, as much as Goten could smell. There were no immediate
repercussions he could think of that would follow his actions, so...
 
“Do you want me to suck your cock while I finish?”
 
To his pleasant surprise Goku just huffed and removed his belt, pulling out his
half hard cock. Goten immediately got on his knees, licking the underside of
Goku´s cock while he slowly jerked off his own. They hadn´t talked afterwards.
Goten got out of the shower right when he stopped gagging from Goku´s cum. He
had pulled out too quickly, some of it had landed only halfway down Goten´s
throat. And Goku pushed off the rest of his clothes and got in. Like it was the
most normal thing in the world.
 
And somehow it was. Goten made it his own little ritual to suck his dad off when
he went to the bathroom, not sure what he enjoyed more... the rough blowjob or
the fact that his mum could get in any second, making his blood pump through his
body faster, fearing and anticipating the reveal.
 
Goku started to slam faster against Goten´s throat, who was only holding
himself up by his hands leaned against the wall. He looked up, into the flushed
face of his dad, his eyes even darker than usual and he didn´t look away until
Goku let go of his hair and moved a step back. Goten wiped away the saliva that
was dripping down his chin, panting. He needed to care about his own dick, and
quickly.
 
“You wanna help me with that old man?”
 
“Thought you didn´t want to. Was worried you had some kind of oral
fixation.”
 
Goten huffed, he would´ve laughed but his throat was sore. Goku didn´t waste
any time, he grabbed Goten by the arms, pulling him up and immediately pushing a
hand down Goten´s pants. Goten groaned out loud, he hadn´t expected it to go
that fast and determined. He instantely wanted to punch himself, maybe he had
already alerted his mum by his involuntary noise and he really needed his dad to
finish him off first.
 
“Can´t you keep quiet?” Goku jerked him of faster, making Goten grunt. He
couldn´t... he was about to bite down on his hand when Goku leaned forward,
kissing him. It was... weird. He hadn´t expected something like that to happen,
something that intimate, personal. He thought his dad wanted to keep it neutral
and violent, so he could pretend he wasn´t fucking his son, but maybe he had
been mistaken. The moment he felt Goku push his tongue inside Goten´s mouth, he
came hard into Goku´s hand. It was a good thing his mouth was busy, he
couldn´t keep the moans back anymore.
 
Goku´s hand was slick with Goten´s cum and when he licked it off, Goten was
about to get hard again. He quickly got out of the room before it got
embarrassing.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
There was probably a special place in hell for people like him. Goten had always
been fond of fucking around, and after he had fucked Bra when she had just been
18 and even managed to get Pan to suck his dick he thought he couldn´t sink any
lower. Though the reason he thought he was beyond hope was probably that he
didn´t care. He didn´t feel bad, he actually thought that the morals that
bound the rest of humanity weren´t for him. He didn´t feel a connection to
humanity, at least not a strong one, so he couldn´t think of a reason why he
shouldn´t enjoy something that was frowned upon.
 
At least Trunks understood him. He wasn´t very pleased when he heard the thing
about Pan, but when it got to the men he fucked Trunks was completely on his
side. Maybe he was a bit jealous that he didn´t get to fuck his dad, but then
again Vegeta-san was like the final boss in his game. He had tried it numerous
times and failed and Trunks was too chicken for it. Might´ve hopped on the
train if he hadn´t.
 
Goten stared out of the window, lost in thought. He had wanted to write a new
chapter for his novella, but he couldn´t quite focus. There was still the
question why Goku did it. He wanted to know. He had never been close with his
dad, not like Gohan, he barely even thought about him as his father, and that´s
why it bugged him especially hard that he couldn´t figure him out.
 
Fighting with himself for a few more minutes Goten finally got up and walked
over to the spot in the woods where he could feel the pulsating ki of his dad.
Time for some interrogation and, who knew. Maybe Goku was displeased about
getting interrupted in his training and wanted to punish Goten. He grinned to
himself. That sounded like fun.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Goku was already waiting for him, standing in some clearing that already showed
signs of destruction. Goten stepped over a broken down tree, careful not to get
his pants dirty.
 
“Why did you stop fighting?”
 
Goten looked up, confused. “What?”
 
“You were training with Trunks when you were younger, then you stopped.
Why?”
 
So he wasn´t the only one interrogating… “I just didn’t want to. It was
fun as kids and then I didn´t care anymore. I´ve got other interests.”
 
Goku shrugged, wiping off some leaves from his arm. “Well, it´s just a pity.
You were all so good.”
 
Goten frowned, not quite believing what he had heard. First time he got a
compliment by his dad about it. Well, maybe twenty years too late. “Thanks…
So, are you busy right now?”
 
“What do you want, Goten?”
 
Grimacing, he got nearer, until he could see the light sheen of sweat on Goku´s
chest. He forced himself to look away. “Yeah, wanted to talk to you, without
mum around. See, I know my own intentions, but I can´t quite figure out what it
is with you.”
 
“About what?”
 
“About fucking me. Dad.” Goten grinned, feeling unbelievably smug. He
didn´t even care if Goku actually answered him, he would be just as happy if
they got over to the non-speaking part immediately.
 
Instead, Goku laughed, loudly. He held his side when he stopped, wheezing.
“Ha, I thought you already knew that, thought you were smart but you actually
aren´t all that smart, are you? Your mum always says you´re so much like me,
but I don´t know. What is it you´re so passionate about besides fucking?”
 
That was going into a direction he hadn´t expected at all. Goten felt his face
contort into an angry grimace and tried to stop it. Look neutral. It´s nothing
he hadn´t heard before, just his own dad saying it was rather hurtful. “I´m
a writer, you know.”
 
“Isn´t that all about fucking as well?”
 
“´s not as if you mind the experience, is it?”
 
He moved too quickly for him to see, only when he felt the grass and dirt
pressing against his cheek he realized what had happened. Goku was holding him
down, one hand held on his back, he managed to get the other up to his face. Not
that he could push himself up, but at least it was more comfortable.
 
“You wanna know why I don´t feel very conflicted about this?”
 
Goten grunted, the pressure on his back was a little too heavy for him to speak
properly. Goku ripped Goten´s pants down. He felt the belt breaking, it had
actually been pretty expensive. The pants were ruined anyway, with the grass
stains.
 
“I´ve visited so many worlds over the years…”
 
He let go of Goten´s arm, but he didn´t dare to get up. He was certain he was
going to like what was about to come.
 
“And although I never paid much attention to the whole matter in the first
place I realized that all those expectations and ideas everyone here had about
how to properly behave are just that. Human ideas…”
 
Goten screamed out when Goku suddenly entered him. It took him some thrusts to
start enjoying it, although his face grinding in the dirt wasn´t quite after
his liking.
 
“…that have no importance for anything besides them feeling better with
it.”
 
Goten would´ve loved to agree but he used all his strength to push against the
ground. Goku was forgetting his strength or maybe he didn´t care, but the force
of his thrusts was grinding Goten´s face farther into the dirt.
 
“Vegeta of all people thinks it´s not so bad to adapt. As much as he is
willing to.” Goku laughed shortly, grabbing Goten´s shoulder with one hand
and lifting his face up. He thanked him with a violent gasp.
 
“And since you are old enough to know what you are doing I don´t know why I
should keep myself from enjoying it.”
 
“Sounds like you had a lot of fun on your travels.”
 
Goku quickened the pace, smacking against him so hard he felt it vibrating up
his spine.
 
“I… like your… attitude.”
 
“Good.” With that, Goku reached down, grabbing Goten´s dick and milking him
hard. He had barely touched him when Goten spilled all over Goku´s hand, making
him cum quickly after.
 
After he caught his breath again, Goten dressed as well as he could and flew
back to the house. Showing off that he hadn´t lost everything he ever had been
capable of doing. He absolutely had to tell Trunks of everything he had just
heard. It was too good to be true.
 
Fin.



            Kapitel 12: One time two times sometimes (Bulma/Yamcha)
            -------------------------------------------------------


The first time he had fainted before he had even seen anything except for a
little bit of her bra. The second time she at least managed to get it off. The
third time it happened when she bent over to pick something up. She was still
wearing pants.

Frustrated with the situation, Bulma had made a plan. She was good at making
plans, perfect even. And Yamcha… well, had she known what to expect, maybe she
wouldn´t have been completely okay with her wish ending as fucking underwear!
It took them three months to kiss! Three! That was something she had already
done with four other people and it was just nerve wrecking to wait for it that
long with the one person she had a real interest in. Bulma was already on the
next stage. She wanted serious action. Playing around with herself was nice, but
there he was, her perfect boyfriend, completely useless and she couldn´t take
it anymore. 

“Close your eyes.”

“What? Why? I want to watch the movie, Bulma, that doesn´t…”

She punched him in the arm, hard enough for him to hopefully feel something.
Freaking martial artists. “Close your eyes right now or I will hurt you.”

He looked at her, warily. Unsure. She groaned quietly. But he obeyed. 

“Mind to tell me what you are up to? You´re not going to try something weird
on me, right? Some robot stuff… right?”

“Oh my god Yamcha, shut up. I´m just trying to get you out of your
misery.”

Without any further warning, she pushed her hand down his pants. Sweatpants, the
only time she was glad he was wearing those. He yelled when her hand touched his
dick, jumped up in his seat, but she didn´t let go and he didn´t dare moving
while she had a  death grip on him.

“Well, you haven´t fainted yet, so I guess this is success.” She slowly
started moving her hand, grinning mischievously. “How does it feel?”

“I… I don´t know.”

Rolling her eyes, she moved her hand somewhat quicker. She thought he would be
harder. Maybe she wasn´t doing it right. “You´ve got to know, you´re
jerking off!”

“That´s my own hand!” He squirmed under her, not daring to open his eyes.
“And… your nails are uncomfortable.”

Frowning, she tried to adjust her hand a bit. There had to be some kind of
reaction, maybe she should kiss him? Or do what they do in the videos, use her
breasts? They were pretty big, and Yamcha wasn´t all that short as well, it
could work…

“Bulma. Whatever it is you´re thinking about, don´t do it. Please.”

“Oh shut up, I do this for you!”

She was completely selfless. Wasn´t getting anything out of it. She moved a bit
quicker and decided to try it with some kissing. He seemed at ease with it. 

One minute later she got up to wash her hand, secretly cheering for herself. She
was a genius after all.
 
Fin



                Kapitel 13: Tales of Southeast City (Bra/Gohan)
                -----------------------------------------------


Bra was sitting in one of the booths, by herself. After two weeks of fights and
arguments she hadn´t even bothered to ask her husband if he wanted to tag
along. And it was her favourite opera anyway. Just… just at the day of their
sixth anniversary Victor had started with his plans of having an extended
family. Children. It had never been a topic before and he knew her stance, but
he had been relentlessly nagging her anyway. It´s not as if they had never had
a fight before in their marriage, but this time… Bra bit her lip and removed a
wrinkle from her skirt. It had all escalated the previous weekend, when they had
been invited to her brother´s and left when they started to scream. Sighing,
she leaned back. It had been awful, especially after everyone had asked her if
she was alright and how it was going with her relationship and anyway…
 
 
“Excuse me… oh, Bra! Hi!”
 
She looked up. It was Gohan. Of all people… She forced a smile on her lips.
“Hello Gohan. Are you all alone as well?”
 
He looked behind him but there was no one. She hoped he hadn´t lost his wife.
“No, I´m by myself. Videl wanted to come but there was something urgent at
work and…” He shrugged. “I still wanted to come. Guess it´s the same with
you?”
 
Bra leaned back, eyeing him. “I´m sorry for the commotion last weekend.
Y´know… what were you doing there anyway?”
 
“I had a meeting with Bulma and she asked me to stay. I… sorry that we had
to… is everything alright again with you two?”
 
And the next one… Though he was so cute, all concerned not to hurt her
feelings. She couldn´t help it, she started giggling. “Not at all. We don´t
talk, we only scream. But… married people, right? Eh?” She punched him
lightly in the shoulder. “Who cares. I like this opera, it´s so beautiful,
don´t you think?”
 
“Yes, I do.” He leaned back as well and Bra eyed him from the side. He was
looking good. Better than she had remembered. Gohan had been a frequent guest as
long as she could remember, always hanging out with her mum. So much so that Bra
had been sure there had been something else going on in that lap when she had
still been a teenager… There were a few lines around his eyes and his lips
were tense, but no grey hair. High cheekbones, not very defined. A good jaw. She
wondered why the paparazzi weren´t as interested in him anymore as before.
 
She looked back at the stage. It started.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bra didn´t immediately get up when the curtains closed. They had talked a bit
during the break but it had been mostly mindless chatter. It was relaxing,
though. They had never been close and somehow that made it that much easier.
 
“Bra… do you want to go for a drink? I know a nice place here.”
 
She looked up absentmindedly. “Which place? I mean, it´s my city after
all.” She waved her hand. There was a beautiful diamond on her ring finger.
 
“Serrano. It´s not so…”
 
“Public. Okay, why not.” She grabbed her purse and led the way. They walked
quietly through the empty streets of Southeast City. It was a beautiful night,
the air was still warm and not so moist and it was quiet, except for all the
insects all around them. It reminded him why he didn´t like the City all that
much and preferred West City by far. Bra had lifted her sea-green dress up
enough that she didn´t step on it. She just had a pair of sandals underneath.
When they arrived, they sat out on the terrace, with a view over the nearby
river. It smelled a bit but he didn´t mind.
 
Bra ordered a coffee and he a glass of wine. He needed something to relax him.
It had almost ended in a fight, earlier in the evening. He had been looking
forward to spending an evening together again and when Videl said she couldn´t
come, he was in the right mood to tell her that he didn´t even know why they
were still married.
 
“From my terrace you can see the whole city.”
 
Gohan looked up. Bra was smiling, her gaze wandering over the river.
 
“In the summer, when everything is foggy and so warm you never dry up it looks
like a sea of diamonds shimmering undefined in the air. Well, the rain season is
about to start. Not so pretty, but…” She took a cigarette out of her purse
and lighted it. “It´s fun swimming in the rain. I´ve also got a pool up
there.” She grinned and her teeth shimmered between her dark red lips. “Do
you mind?”
 
“No, it´s fine.” He looked at her profile. It was funny, in a way. He had
always thought Bra and Bulma were so alike, but they actually weren´t. Bulma
was incredibly beautiful, so much so that it almost seemed unreal. But Bra…
she had more of her father, her stern face and the straight, thick eyebrows. It
made her more intimidating, but also more… interesting. Her hair was open and
fell straight down to her shoulders, with bangs that stopped shortly above her
eyebrows. He wanted to touch it. It looked so silky.
 
Their drinks came and he tore his gaze away. It was rude anyway.
 
“Is there a lot of crime in West City?”
 
Gohan took a sip. “What? Why?”
 
“You said Videl had so much to do. That means there´s a lot of crime, right?
Work for the police department?”
 
“Oh. I guess. I´m not sure, I didn´t… ask.” He hesitated for a second.
“We haven´t seen each other much lately. We´re both busy.”
 
Bra grinned and started giggling lightly. “Whenever I´ve got much to do I see
my husband even more. He works for me, you know.”
 
He didn´t. Must be awful for her, right now.
 
“I know what you´re thinking and you´re right. I´d love to fire him.
But…” She shrugged. “Can´t be that petty.”
 
Gohan took another sip. “You know… since Videl started working full time
again, we barely see each other. And I noticed… when we do spend time
together, it annoys me. That I can´t do whatever I want to. I think it´s the
same for her.”
 
Bra stared at him, her eyes almost shining in the dim light. “Sounds like
fun.”
 
“I don´t know. I can imagine how awful it is for you at the moment, but when
you were fighting with your husband at the party I just thought that maybe it
would help if Videl and I did that, too. At least we would talk with each other
again.”
 
Bra huffed, playing with her coffee cup. “Pretty pathetic, Gohan.” She left
the cup and finished her cigarette. “Like me.”
 
She smiled and they sat quietly until they were done.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“Thanks for coming.” Bra held her purse close to her body. It was drizzling.
Rain season was really about to start.
 
“No problem. Take care, Bra.” He was about to turn around and walk to his
car, it wasn´t far away, but Bra didn´t move.
 
“Or do you need something?”
 
She closed the gap between them and got close enough that he could feel her
breath on his face. “I… don´t know.”
He leaned down, closing the gap. He knew it was wrong, so wrong, they were
both… but she tasted like cigarettes and it was so different, so soft and
harsh at the same time and he just wanted to… Bra moved a step back. Her
lipstick was slightly smeared and made her look even more irresistible. He had
done that. “Come upstairs.”
 
“And your husband?”
 
“Is currently in one of our other apartments. I told him to fuck off.”
 
Was he really doing this? Was he really that kind of person?
 
“If you don´t want to you should say now, Gohan.”
 
What the hell. He didn´t always have to be the better person. It was hard,
riding the elevator without touching each other. He could smell her, her desire,
deep down under all the perfume and hair products and make up, even better when
he realized that her husband never did. He was just a human. They had barely
opened the door when he pushed her against it and kissed her again. She let her
purse fall to the floor and opened her mouth, her hands grabbing the back of his
neck while his slid down her sides.
 
It was exhilarating, feeling her body so close to his. When he let go off her
she was panting, her lipstick completely ruined. He had never slept with another
woman before. And Bra of all people, who could be his…
 
“Stop thinking. It´s just sex.” She grinned, slipping the straps of her
dress off her shoulders. “Just sex. Tomorrow, you can think about Videl again.
Okay?” It fell down on the floor and she carefully stepped out of it. She was
wearing a strapless bra underneath and very tiny white panties. There was a line
of blue hair that disappeared underneath them, right on her stomach. He wanted
to follow it so badly.
 
“Okay.”
 
“Come on then.” She grabbed his arm and led him outside. She had been right.
He could see almost the whole city and it looked stunning. Bra pushed his jacket
down and started fumbling on his shirt buttons.
 
“What are you planning?” She was too determined to not have something in
mind.
 
“You wanna go for a swim? It´s raining.” It was. He already started to
soak, but it was too warm to shiver. Bra finally finished and he quickly removed
his shirt and undershirt. Bra smiled slyly, moving her fingers through his chest
hair. A shiver run through him when she grazed his nipples and moved down again,
over his abs until she stopped at his waistband.
 
“Get rid of those.” She turned around and walked to the pool, removing her
sandals on the way. He didn´t hesitate and quickly threw off his shoes, pants
and socks. She was still wearing her underwear, so he kept his as well and
followed her into the water. It was raining hard by now, the drops disturbing
the surface of the water and running down their faces. Bra swam to the middle of
the pool, smiling brightly while her eyeliner started to run down. She rubbed
her face, but it only made it worse. Gohan followed her and grabbed her arms,
kissing her again. He didn´t care if she looked a mess. He wasn´t any better.
 
He got a better hold of her and lifted her up a bit, slowly making his way back
to the edge of the pool without breaking the kiss. It was completely different
from Videl, demanding and hard, he had barely time to breathe. When they bumped
against the wall, he lifted her a little higher until she sat on the edge and
quickly pulled down her panties. She was breathing heavily and immediately
opened her legs. That was all the invitation he needed and he drew her closer
before he lowered his head to lick over her pussy. She was warm and wet and
smelled delicious. It didn´t take much for her to come undone, a few more
licks, every time pressing down harder on her clit. He opened her a bit wider
while his hands stroked over her thighs. There was more muscle than he had
expected, though she was still a Saiyan.
Bra finally grabbed his hair and pushed him down harder, grinding his face
against her until she moved so frantic that he knew he couldn´t move back. He
broadened his tongue against her and didn´t stop until the shivers became short
bursts and she finally released him. Gohan slowly moved his head back, his own
erection straining against his tight underwear. His hands moved up from her
thighs to her hips and pulled her back in the water. Bra let it happen without
protest and kissed him again when they were close enough. He moved behind her to
remove her bra and let it float away on the water.
 
She started kissing his neck and down, over his chest, while her hands were
fumbling with his underwear. He was more than willing to comply.
 
“Do you… have a condom?”
 
Bra grinned against his chest, her hands busy checking out his butt. He had to
ask before he was incapable of thinking that much.
 
“It´s okay, I´m not fertile today.”
 
“Are you sure?”
 
“Yeah. I don´t want kids, not from Victor and especially not from you. Now
stop talking.”
 
That sounded good. He kissed her neck, sucked lightly on it, careful not to
leave a mark. “Do you want to get out of the water?” Her breasts were heavy
and soft and he couldn´t even cup them completely. She gasped delightfully.
 
“No. Do it.”
 
Her legs wrapped around them and he entered her quickly, just to hear her gasp
again. And she did. The water was hindering his movements a bit, making him
slower, but it gave him more time to enjoy it, to feel every little bit of skin
that touched her, memorize it, the way her body moved with him, her breathing
got in tune with his, her little huffs and moans, so quiet, so reserved… He
pressed her body harder against the edge and quickened his pace until she
grunted with every push and clung to him as if her life depended on it.
 
When he came, she looked him straight in the eyes, her hands still grabbed in
his hair, as if to claim him, as if to make sure that he never forgot who made
him come so hard.
 
He moved out of her and carried her from the water to one of the couches nearby.
They were already soaked, they should´ve moved them. But he didn´t care, not
right now, it wasn´t his problem, he just wanted to make sure she wouldn´t
forget either. He lifted her by the thighs and put his face between her legs
again, bringing her to her second orgasm so quickly she finally screamed when
she came.
 
They kept lying on the couch, waiting for their heartbeats to slow down. He had
his head on her chest while she was carefully stroking his hair. After a while
he got up and collected his clothes.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Gohan had read about Bra´s divorce in the paper. Not a big headline, since it
had been quick and free of drama. Maybe she had made a better decision than him.
He hadn´t talked to her again.
 
Fin.
 



                   Kapitel 14: To be alone (Son Goku/Bulma)
                   ----------------------------------------


I don't know what else that I would give
 
Than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you
Then feel your weight in arms I'd never use
It feels good, girl, it feels good
Oh to be alone with you
 
To be alone – Hozier
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“And who is your mother?”

Goku stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. The bed felt weird after
having slept in the tiny spaceship for so long. It was more comfortable, yes,
but he couldn´t relax. Chichi was breathing softly next to him, the thick braid
of her hair was lightly touching his arm. He watched it for a moment before he
softly lifted it and put it over her shoulder. He couldn´t get it out of his
head. ‘Who is your mother?’  The moment his slight excitement had ended
abruptly. It was good if Vegeta settled down on Earth, he had helped them, he
was strong, he could be a great sparring partner. But of all people on the
planet…

Goku turned around again. He was being selfish. His wife was lying next to him,
he shouldn´t think about other women. Bulma could do what she wanted. Maybe
this time it would be different. And he had even wished her well for the baby…
he groaned softly. Chichi made a soft noise and turned around. She looked so
relaxed and content. It was nice, she had been so angry earlier that day. Not
that he didn´t understand why. He didn´t really care all that much about
Gohan´s studies, but he knew that Gohan liked it. He would just spend a little
less time with it. He was so smart, it definitely didn´t matter all that much.
And this time… he would be with him.

Goku got up abruptly. He didn´t want to think about Gohan. He should… he
should talk to Bulma. That was something he could take care of immediately.
Instant transmission was a very useful technique, so good he almost forgot to
put on pants.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Bulma heard a soft noise behind her, probably one of the cats. She didn´t pay
it any attention, completely absorbed in her formatting.

“Hey.”

She spun around, her heart beating heavily. Goku was standing in the middle of
her office, wearing nothing but some sweatpants. “I don’t like your new
technique.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm down again. “Can´t you
teleport outside the room and knock?” She huffed and turned back to her
computer.

“It´s not that accurate. What are you doing?”

“Working on a paper. Trying not to have a heart attack. Listen…” She
turned around, annoyed. She knew where this was going. “I know it´s been a
while but I´m sure you already had your fun with Chichi.” She eyed him for a
moment. “Isn´t it night on Mount Paozu? Did you really come to me right after
you fucked her?” Unbelievable. He really got some nerve.
“No! I wanted to talk about something.” She heard him sitting down on one of
the chairs. Shifting until he got comfortable. Didn´t sound like he intended to
leave if she kept ignoring him.

“Fine. Do you want to apologize for being a dumb fuck? I mean, I get it, you
all want to fight, jadda jadda, but you are not the only ones who are in danger.
For my part I don´t want to go through the revival cycle just because you all
decided to do the most irrational thing possible!” She stared daggers at her
monitor. He might have been gone for a year but her anger was definitely greater
than her happiness.

He huffed. It sounded weird. She almost turned around to see if it was still
Goku sitting there. “Why don´t you go and search for Dr Gero yourself
then?”

“Yeah I´m sure I could bully Yamcha into helping me get rid of Gero. And then
I could listen to Vegeta and you rant about me being a bitch for the rest of my
life. No thanks.” She pushed one of the graphs a bit to the left and made a
mess of the whole formatting. Frowning, she closed the document and turned
around, arms crossed. “What is it? What did you want to talk about?”

“About that kid from the future. I know who his parents are.”

She raised her eyebrows. “So what? You already said that. Besides, it´s not a
hard guess that Vegeta is his dad. There are only two saiyans left and he
didn´t look like you at all.”

Goku´s eyes widened for a bit. Obviously it hadn´t been an easy conclusion for
him. No wonder Chichi drilled Gohan so much, she probably hoped he would be less
obtuse than his dad.

“Oh. Well, it´s true. You´re his mother.”

Bulma froze for a second. Had she heard that right? That was… “Ridiculous.
Did the kid say that?”

“I didn´t guess. I would have never… Yes. He said that. I don´t think he
lied. He had no reason.”

Bulma looked at her nails absentmindedly. No, he hadn´t. Look at that. “Goku,
it´s not that I can´t see me fucking Vegeta, he is kinda cute when he´s
grumpy, but…” She looked up. Goku seemed very unhappy. She wondered why.
“Getting knocked up? I can´t see myself being that stupid. I mean, I really
don´t want children. Even if there was an accident, why would I keep it?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“It was rhetorical.” They were quiet for a moment. At least the kid had been
handsome. “Why did you tell me anyway? I guess he didn´t want us to know.”

Oh now he looked sheepish! Bulma sensed some bullshit explanation and was ready
to throw him out for good.
“He was afraid he would never be born if I told you. But… it´s Vegeta. I
don´t care what you do, we´re not married, but Vegeta…” He grimaced. Bulma
wanted to slap him.

“Oh. You think you´ve got any right to tell me what to do? You think you can
be possessive all of a sudden? Are you fucking kidding ME?” She got up,
stalking towards him. “I don´t even care but you make me want to do it. You
can´t have everything, get that out of that big dumb head of yours.”

She slapped him over the head. It actually stung quite a bit and he didn´t even
move. Asshole.

“Bulma, he got a whole planet. I never expected you to sleep only with me, I
mean you are with Yamcha. Or not?” He looked at her curiously. She didn´t
answer, it wasn´t the time for jokes. “I just don´t want him to have you.
You´re not even interested!”

“You knew if you told me about the baby I would immediately back off. Kudos,
hadn´t expected you to be so sneaky.”

“But you don´t want it. I just spared you. Trunks had mentioned that you and
Vegeta aren´t even in a serious relationship in the future. Do you want that
kind of family?” He grinned, all sticky sweet. She slapped him again.

“Look who´s talking, who hadn´t been home for a year? You could´ve told
King Kai where you´ve been you prick!” She wanted to slap him another time,
but her hand was hurting.

He rolled his eyes, moving his head out of the way. Maybe he had felt something
after all. “Chichi already told me that. All afternoon.”

“Yeah? If you don´t want to listen to it again you should stick to one
woman.”

“Are you going to have Vegeta´s child now?” He fidgeted around in his seat.
He was actually being concerned about it.
“I don´t know what will happen. But I don´t plan it, no, so stop looking
like I kicked you in the balls!” She heard him exhaling out of relief.
“Don´t think you can manipulate me that easily.”

He leaned forward, slowly moving his hands to her thighs. “I don´t.”

“And give me those damn pills the kid gave you. I want to know what they´re
made off. You can´t just swallow something a stranger gave you.”

“Yeah fine, I´ll bring them over tomorrow.” He slowly moved up to her hips.
She was still angry, but she didn´t push him away.

“If it´s becoming an epidemic we could save a lot of people. No need to be
selfish.”

He pushed his fingers under her shirt. A shiver ran down her spine
involuntarily. He felt it and grinned knowingly. “I hadn´t thought much about
it. I was busy with other stuff.”

“I can imagine.” They were warm. Rough. Slowly drawing circles over her
hipbones.

“Now that I don´t have to worry anymore I can relax.” He looked up, his
grin even wider. She really wanted to stay mad at him. He deserved it. With a
loud groan she bent over. It had been a year. And it felt so good. She only
stopped kissing him when her back hurt from the uncomfortable position. Goku
drew her onto his lap, barely letting go of her mouth. There was no way he
hadn´t fucked Chichi already, that needy bastard. But… he pushed her shirt
up, backing off shortly to pull it over her head. It was good to know that she
managed that. Strongest in the universe. She grinned against his lips, her
fingers tangled in his messy hair.

“What?”

“Nothing. You better put some effort into it. You´ve got a lot to make up.”

He moved away from her mouth, down her throat, licking the tiny spot between her
collarbones. “I always do my best.” Farther down, between her breasts…
Bulma grabbed the clasp of her bra, quickly opening it. She shivered when she
felt the cool air on her breasts, immediately replaced by Goku´s warm hands.

“Missed them?”

He didn´t answer, instead he teased her nipples and kissed her again. It was so
sloppy and rough and it turned her on way too much. She moaned into his mouth
when she felt his bulge pressing against her. She wasn´t in the mood for much
foreplay.

“Come on, get your pants down.”

“Already? I thought I should put more effort into it.” Goku lifted her up by
the butt, slowly walking to the door. “Where is your bedroom again?”

“Second floor. Can´t you beam?”

“Doesn´t work that way…” He found the right door a few seconds later
anyway and unceremoniously dropped Bulma on the bed. She was quicker though,
grabbing his waistband and shoving his damn sweatpants down. His dick was
already hard and dripping, so sad after a whole year. She grabbed him, jerking
him off slowly. He almost went to his knees. Well, who knew, maybe he had fucked
some cute alien chick. Maybe some chick with tentacles. That was a fun thought.
Grinning to herself she slipped down from the bed and held Goku´s dick steady
while she licked the whole underside. He actually grabbed her shoulders for
support and made her stumble against his thighs.

“God, sit down, you´re heavy!”

“Yeah.” He followed obediently, watching her as she pulled his pants and
boxers from his legs, grabbing a pillow for her poor knees. “I actually should
work on that paper.”

“You can´t leave now!” He sounded so desperate. Good. With a deep breath
she swallowed as much as she could without choking, holding him steady with her
hand. He whimpered, grabbing her shoulders again.

It was more teasing than anything else while she slowly moved up, her tongue
tracing every spot she could reach. She didn´t want him to come already, she
didn´t want it to end with a bit of oral for both of them. Bulma traced her
tongue down the side of his dick, to his balls, until his fingers dug in deep
enough to make her hiss. She sucked on them lightly before she moved up again,
her lips barely touching his dick. She felt the tremble in his thighs and
grinned. That should do it.

Bulma let her hands glide slowly over the muscles on his thighs. They had felt
so differently the last time she had touched him almost two years ago. Softer.
She stopped when she reached his stomach, the long nails on her fingers playing
lightly with the thick hair around his dick. She followed the line of hair up to
his navel, and every time her nails scratched him she saw the goosebumps rise.

“Is it hard to keep control? Now that you´re so strong?”

Goku was breathing hard. He looked at her, confused. It took him a few seconds
to answer. Bulma used the time and got up from the floor to get cozy on his lap.
She had moved up to the masses of hair that covered his chest. Last time there
hadn´t been much to play with.

“Not really… not fighting… I don´t power up.” He got a hold of her
hands. When she looked up she was surprised by the intensity of his stare. It
made her heart beat a little bit faster. “Are you disappointed?”

“Well… a little bit.” She liked the thought of someone who is that strong
trying to hold back just for her. He turned her around, quick enough to make her
head spin and press the air out of her lungs when she hit the bed. He pulled her
pants down while she was still trying to figure out what had happened.

“I won´t hurt you, doesn´t mean I´m like a regular person.” She heard the
sound of her pants falling on the floor when his warm hands were all over her,
spreading her legs. She was already so wet she was sure some of it was dripping
down on the sheets.

“No. I…” She moaned, involuntarily gripping Goku´s hair so hard she was
afraid she had ripped some of. But it didn´t matter. She had been way too
excited, the moment his tongue ran over her clit she felt like coming
immediately. “Stop, stop it! I… ugh, I´m coming, I don´t…” Bulma tried
to back off, but he was holding her hips steadily in place. The first waves were
running over her like electric bolts, and he didn´t stop pressing his whole
tongue against her, making her…
 
He moved away, licking his lips. Bulma was still twitching, almost there but not
quite. It was the best torture, but she also felt like kicking his teeth out.
“I told you to make an effort!”

Goku looked smug while he leaned his head against her inner thigh. “Didn´t
you like it? Chichi is totally into it.”
Bulma eyed him suspiciously. She had asked him about Chichi a few times but he
always refused to answer. Now she wasn´t sure if she even wanted to know. He
had probably made her come until she fell in a coma a few hours earlier. He
nibbled on her thigh when she didn´t answer, moving closer but not nearly close
enough to her pussy again.

“Do you want to bite me?”

“What? No. Why should I?”

Bulma shrugged. Better this than talks about Chichi. “Now that I know what you
are it made me wonder. If your people are more feral than humans. If you want to
mark me.”

He stopped, leaning against her leg again. “That´s kind of dumb. It could get
infected. But…” With that he let go of her hips and moved up until he was
looming over her. He was so big, completely covering her. Why would she take
Vegeta if she could have… this. “But what?”

“I kinda like it when one of you is bleeding.”

A million thoughts ran through Bulma´s head and only the fact that she knew him
too well made her stay put and not try to shove him away. “Do you… mean my
period? Once a month?”

“Yeah!” He grinned widely, as if he was proud that she figured it out.
“That´s what it´s called? Chichi doesn´t talk about it.”

“Ah.” Bulma made a mental note to teach him about female anatomy some other
time. “You´re really into that? It´s kinda dirty, isn´t it?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “You smell different. Better.” With that he leaned
down, kissing her deeply. She felt his erection press against her stomach,
leaving a wet train where it touched. Goku ignored the shoving and punching
against his shoulders until Bulma tried to wiggle free.

“What?”

“Get your dick inside me already! And… the condoms… over there.”

Goku eyed her nightstand suspiciously. Back at her. “Haven´t used them
before.”

“You made me nervous with all your baby talk. Don´t want one from you
either.” He moved up, but that was it. With a sigh Bulma tried to grab one
without moving too much. She held it out to Goku who was only eyeing it
suspiciously.
 
“Goku. It´s not up for discussion if you put it on or not! I don´t care if
it feels better without or…”

“I don´t know how. I never used those.”

Bulma closed her mouth that she had left hanging open. She sighed, long and hard
and only the fact that she really wanted to have sex made her stay calm.
“Whatever, I´ll do it. What does Chichi use? I used diaphragms before, but I
didn´t like it that much…”

Goku watched her curiously when she unrolled the condom. It was almost cute.

“She doesn´t tell me that! It´s private.”

Bulma frowned. “Sure. I can imagine why.”

“Are we ready now?” Bulma nodded and Goku moved faster than she could see.
He entered in one quick move, bumping against her with a loud smack. She
groaned, out of surprise, pleasure, a little bit of pain, all of it. He started
moving, slowly, and she almost started sobbing. “Could you maybe… speed up a
little?”

He followed suit immediately, just quick enough to get her excited but not so
fast that it was uncomfortable. He had changed a lot in the last two years,
everything about him was bigger and harder and heavier and although it felt good
to be completely covered by him she also felt out of breath. He was leaning way
too much on her!

“Get up! Goku, too heavy!”

He quickly stopped, leaning on his arms. “What?”

“Let me sit up, come on.” He grumbled but complied. It was much niced that
way, she could dictate the pace and it was the most blissful feeling to slowly
glide down on his cock. She immediately started moving fast, smacking against
him with every push until he grabbed her hips and pushed her down a bit harder.
Sweat was running down his forehead and she felt victorious, making him exert
himself that much and she was close, so close, just a little…

“Ah…” Goku leaned against her, not pushing her down anymore, just holding
her hips softly.

“Hey! Goku, I´m close, that´s not the time to stop!”

“It is.” She tried to move but he was leaning with all his weight against
her chest. She pulled his ear but he just groaned.

“I´m not done.”

“I know, gimme a second.”

Her pussy was aching, way too aroused to still feel good and she needed release.
She pulled his ear again and he finally let her down, quickly moving between her
legs again. He had barely touched her when she came, hard enough to squirt a
little. He didn´t stop though, making her squirm under him. She was too
aroused, every touch on her clit was running up her spine directly to her brain,
too good but too much all at once. He lifted her slightly and moved lower,
lower, until she felt him on her other entrance. That was better. That was…
relaxing.

“Hmmm… if you can get it up again I´d be okay with anal.” He stopped
shortly and continued with more enthusiasm. Bulma grinned slightly, a shiver
running over her when she felt the cool air of the room hitting her overheated
body. Sweat was pooling under her boobs, it was distracting.

“Hey, you wanna do your thing? Can you fuck me as a blonde?”

He stopped, slowly moving his head up. “I don´t know. I don´t want to try.
And everyone would know I´m here.”
Oh right. She forgot about that. It would have been fun, but… maybe some other
time. “You can continue. And take the goddamn condom off!”

“Oh. Thought it stays on until we´re done.”

She rolled her eyes.  Of course he would think that. She should be used to it
by now. She heard some fumbling and then he unexpectedly turned her on her
stomach. She huffed, but the moment he lifted her hips a bit and got back to
work it was all good. She had wondered how someone who was a lousy talker was so
good with his tongue for other… purposes.

She looked up when she heard some rummaging next to her. Good to know he was
learning quickly. “The lube is there as well.” He fumbled around some time
but managed to get it on himself. Even better. “Better not show Chichi, she
might wonder where you picked up the new skill.”

He looked dumbfounded. She almost heard the gears move in his head. “Right.
But we don´t use it anyway Bulma. Forgot that already?”

“Ugh, shut up!” She got cozy on her arms again, getting ready for… the
amazing feeling when his dick slowly slipped inside. She didn´t like to do anal
often but when she was in the mood, it was just the best. He was careful at
first, trying not to go too deep, too fast, until she moved her hips in time and
he got the hint and drove down balls deep. She groaned into the sheets. Not good
enough for another orgasm but definitely to unwind.

“How do you like it?”

He was next to her, trying not to push down to hard. Learning quickly, right.
“`s good.” She didn´t want to talk, although she almost screamed at him
when he bit her shoulder hard enough to sting and laugh afterwards when she
glared at him. He quickened his pace and she buried her head again. This was
good. This was very very good.

When he came, she almost regretted making him wear something. She liked the
feeling of him cum inside her, it made it more… intimate somehow. With a sigh
he flopped down next to her, panting. She eyed him for a moment before she moved
over and leaned her head against his chest. She wasn´t fond of cuddling, but…
“Don´t leave that long again.” He didn´t answer. He had his eyes closed
and slowly his breathing normalized. “I mean it. It´s been two years we´ve
been able to talk without someone else around. That sucks! I almost died on
Namek and I didn´t even see you there!” Her voice broke. She knew she was
unfair but he deserved it.

“I was busy. I couldn´t come back.”

She bit her lip. She knew him well enough to know that he hadn´t done it on a
whim, but still. She wasn´t the only one who had missed him. She wasn´t that
heartless. “Do you even know how many people care for you?”

He smiled and slowly opened his eyes. Of course he did. Fucking asshole.

“Yeah. That´s why I had to stay. Figure things out.” He looked away
shortly. “If that´s enough.”

It had to be. She knew it. He would do what he thought was right anyway. Bulma
closed her eyes for a second before she got up. Enough sappy talk for one
evening. “You should shower before you go back.” He eyed her while she threw
on a T-shirt and walked out. He could do the rest by himself.  
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
It wasn´t that late and she still wanted to finish the layout of her paper.
Rubbing her neck Bulma slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a
cup of coffee. A cigarette was already hanging from her mouth. She lit it when
she opened the door, not wanting to spill ashes all over the stairway. When she
looked up, she saw Vegeta sitting on the table, looking sweaty and somewhat
tired. A few plates were standing in front of him, all empty.

“Late dinner?” She held out her pack but he shook his head, eyeing her up
and down. She should´ve put on some panties.

“Thought your species was monogamous.”

She huffed, trying to be nonchalant. She wondered how he knew… maybe she
smelled like sex. Hopefully he couldn´t identify Goku. Awkward… “Mostly.
Hey, that boy from the future, he´s your son.”

Vegeta looked at her suspiciously, not reacting.

“I mean, he´s saiyan and he didn´t look like Goku at all. Wonder who the
mother was…”

“Could be another saiyan.”

Bulma raised an eyebrow. Good to know that he wasn´t keen on making sure that
the timeline would stay the same. While she made her coffee she wondered what
her alternate self had found so interesting about him anyway.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
“Good morning.” Chichi looked at him with tiny eyes. He had watched her
since he came back from Bulma, not tired enough to fall asleep again but too
lazy to do something else. Now that he knew everything was taken care of he felt
like something heavy had been lifted from his mind. Good thing it had only
lasted a day.

“Why are you up?”

“Just woke up a moment ago. Didn´t want to disturb you.”

“Hm.” She closed her eyes again, snuggling against him. “I have to get
breakfast ready.”

“That can wait.” Chichi bolted up, suspicion gleaming in her eyes.
“What´s going on?”

“Nothing! Come back, it was so nice.” She stared at him a while longer
before she reluctantly got back in his arms. She sighed, rubbing against his
chest. This was nice. Bulma had almost done it a few hours earlier, but she was
too afraid of actual feelings…

“Hey, do you do something that you don´t get pregnant?”

She stiffened in his arms. It was a sensitive subject for her, but Bulma had
made him curious. And…

“Do you want another baby? You were gone for two years! And before we were
still busy with Gohan and I thought we should wait a bit and…”

He laughed, hugging her a bit closer. “I was just curious, that´s all. But I
would like to. If you want. We´ve got three years until the androids come.
Three peaceful years…”

“And if you die again?”

“I won´t.”

“Disappear?”

“Won´t happen.”

“You don´t know that!”

No. He didn´t. But he knew that she would manage even if the worst happened.
“Nothing will happen like it did for the boy from yesterday. Everything
already changed. And didn´t you lecture me yesterday that Gohan´s homework is
more important than saving the world? Sounded like you didn´t consider it much
of a threat.”

“I just don´t want Gohan to fight for his life again. And don´t pretend as
if you hadn´t gotten that!”

She wiggled around and he let her go. But she didn´t get up. That was good.

“I don´t want him to either. Only if…”

She laughed, but it sounded strained. “Everything´s different, right? It´s a
pill.”

He frowned, trying to figure out what she wanted to tell him.

“A pill with some hormones. Can´t have babies while I take it. But I can…
stop taking it.”

Oh. That sounded good. “Do you want another baby?”

She looked at him, her eyes so black he could almost see his own reflection.
“Promise me it won´t have to fight for its life.”

“Not if I can help it.” He couldn´t control everything. But he would try
his best anyway. “We should get started right away. I was gone for two years,
that´s a lot of lost time.”

“I think I have to stop taking the pill for a while and it´s morning and
breakfast and…” He shut her up with a kiss, though he stopped quickly when
she pushed him away. “And I haven´t brushed my teeth yet!”

“No problem. I can kiss something else.” She muffled her scream with a
pillow and he made her cum in record time.




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