01-05-2009, 12:14 AM
The two found themselves facing each other in Bra’s room, standing in an uncomfortable silence for a long time. Kirano stood at ease, but the cyan haired girl was obviously frightened, shrinking away from him with her hands clasped over her chest. The blond youth would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of such a powerful warrior acting so timid, but he knew now wasn’t the time. As intrepid as Bra was, this was, after all, not something she’d done before.
“Take off your heels, they’re hurting you,” he finally stated, breaking the ice with a simple observation.
“What? No, it’s... fine,”
“You’ve been in pain all night. It’s pretty obvious,”
“...Yeah, I have,” she conceded, kicking off the shiny, blue shoes, and losing over an inch in height as a result. “Those stupid things are like a torture device. Fuck whipping people, just make them wear heels,” she declared with a giggle. Kirano smirked.
With a sudden movement, Kirano took her in close, and the two shared a kiss. Bra threw her arms around his neck, while he played his hands over her back, only just brushing her clothing with his fingertips. Her dress was decadent, a soft, floaty material. It shimmered ever so slightly under the lights.
For the briefest of moments, Kirano pulled away, forcing a gentle gasp of surprise from the newly crowned empress. She looked at him with expectation. “You’re... sure this is what you want?” he asked.
Bra pulled him tighter, leaning up to his ear. “Yes,”
Kirano leaned in and softly bit her neck, eliciting a loud croon of pleasure from the cyan haired girl, who recoiled under the intense sensation, bending back and away from him, but he gave chase, and with her in his arms, she didn’t have far to maneuver. Bra pressed her leg between Kirano’s and tensed up, pushing her nails into his back.
As if to counter her move, the tuxedo-clad youth slid one hand around Bra’s hip and onto her ass, and put his other behind her thigh and pulled her leg up, shifting her weight against his. The cyan haired girl pushed against Kirano’s chest, forcing him away from her neck, and kissed him passionately.
In response, he found her other thigh and pulled that one up, swinging on his heel and fell into bed with her beneath him. He leaned back, pulling off his dinner jacket, which he tossed nonchalantly to the floor, before working loose his bow-tie. That, too, fell to the wayside.
Bra pulled herself up, and literally tore his undershirt off while Kirano pulled his belt from it’s loops. Both articles were quickly discarded before Kirano pushed Bra onto her back. He kissed her, gently caressing her face with one hand while the other slid up and down her side, before venturing up the mound of her right breast. He squeezed softly, kneading it and taking pleasure in the soft moans it caused her to make.
Eventually, he backed off, and Bra gave him a confused look. She was turning red, and was already covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair starting to become matted. Kirano reached past her, taking hold of the zipper on the back of her dress. He pulled it down to where it terminated, just over the curve of her backside.
Bra suddenly looked a whole lot more confident, and shrugged the dress off her shoulders with ease, exposing her chest for the first time to Kirano, who stood up, both to pull his pants off, and then to pull Bra’s loosened dress down her legs and finally onto the floor.
Taking hold of the hem of her underwear, he pulled away the final layer of clothing, tossing hers into the ever increasing pile of clothes, his boxers already discarded. He climbed back onto the bed and leaned back for another kiss, caressing her delicate bosom, and set to work heightening Bra’s anticipation until he could tell it was practically unbearable.
That night, Kirano took Bra’s virginity.
- - - - -
A week had passed, and the two warriors were almost constantly beaming. Each of them were head over heels for the other, and they’d shared a great deal with one another. Word seemed to be getting around that they’d been sharing numerous sexual experiences, as well, despite their never speaking a word about that sort of thing in public. It turned out Bra wasn’t very quiet when Kirano accompanied her to bed.
The palace’s staff had more sense than to talk about it around them, though, and were even more careful to keep it around Bra’s father. They were all very well-aware of his notorious temper, and none were stupid enough to give him any reason to be mad at anything, for fear he’d take it out on them.
For once, Bra was happy. She had a calling, now; duties that gave stability to her life, and she had, for the first time, love. She wasn’t embarrassed to say so, anymore, either. The two of them sat on a couch, watching TV, but the king - she hated that term, it just seemed so weird - wasn’t really interested in what was on.
The two of them were shocked when a door suddenly appeared, blocking their view of the television, and both of them sighed simultaneously as each realized what it meant. “Time to go see that crazy old man again?” Kirano grunted.
“He’s not crazy... just... well... eccentric. And yeah. I guess we have to go see him. Get the last of this nonsense over with, huh?” Bra hopped to her feet, stumbling somewhat. She just couldn’t get used to this damn formal wear. “Man, I’m a king and I have to wear a dress. How gay is that?”
Kirano just chuckled, “It’s not like I’ve worn anything super casual for the past week, either,”
“Yeah, but you get pants!” protested the hybrid. “You can at least move around without worrying about shredding your clothes!”
“That’s not necessarily a-”
“Shut up,” Bra retorted, already knowing where he was going with the comment. Kirano just laughed; he already got the point across. He glided over to the entrance to nowhere, opening the door to reveal Grimshaw’s bizarre pocket dimension. “You know, I like Grimshaw, I look up to him, but I really hope I don’t have to go back to this crazy acid-trip reality after this.”
“I hear you,” Kirano replied, following her through the door, which forcefully slammed itself shut and immediately disappeared.
The couple found themselves standing on an enormous... disgusting, sludgy... “Are we standing on a pirate ship!?” Bra shouted, bewildered.
“Yeah...” Kirano replied, bending down to take a swipe of the material with a forefinger. He carefully tasted it, raising an eyebrow. “It’s made of chili,” he declared. “...I hate this place.”
“Well... how do we... get out of here?” Bra looked down, screwing her face in disgust. “Dammit! I’m sinking in this fucking chili!!”
“Come on! There’s a bridge attached to the other side of the boat!” the blond shouted, and the two hurriedly slopped through the disgusting contraption, cursing their inability to fly in Grimshaw’s little world. Soon, they found themselves safely on the wooden planks of the bridge, no longer forced to endure the disturbing sensation of quicksand-like chili.
“You know, you guys are putting a ton of pressure on my planks, and you’re filthy! Who’s gonna clean me when you abandon me, huh?!”
“Who the hell said that?” Bra demanded, immediately flashing into a super saiyan. Kirano shrugged, flaring up his own aura, carefully scanning the horizon, but there was nothing in sight but a floating rock attached to the other side of the bridge, and the pirate ship they’d just came from.
“I did. The bridge,” replied the sullen voice. “You’re standing on me right now,”
“You can talk?” the girl inquired, bewildered. Still, she slipped out of her ascended state, scratching the side of her head.
“Yeah... I learned how to talk about two hundred years ago, you know, listening to people as they walked on me, tromping their feet without worrying about any pain I might have experienced because of it. I tried to tell them to be more careful, and some of them listened, but... nobody ever stays and talks with a bridge, you know? Just for a few days, get to know me, you know? I’m not a second-class citizen just because I’m a bridge,”
“No, I don’t think you’re a citizen at all, actually,” Kirano replied.
“That’s so typical. You think you’re better than me just-”
“Look, uh, bridge,” Bra interrupted. “We really have to go see Grimshaw, it’s important, okay? We can’t stay and talk just now, but maybe-”
“Oh, just keep walking on then. Just use me to get to the other side, and then leave me. Fine. Fuck you, too,” the bridge hissed. The cyan haired girl just rolled her eyes and made her way to the other side, all the while the bridge complained about how much of a jerk she was.
They were met with a very grim sight. There was Sage, huddled nervously over the archmage Grimshaw, who had been brutally injured. He looked up at Bra and Kirano as they approached, and immediately the king dropped to her knees to tend to her mentor.
“Wh-what happened here!?” she demanded, looking from the wizard to Sage, and back to the wizard. Bra glanced back over to her daughter, she showed an overwhelming sadness in her features, as if something impossible bad had just taken place.
“Your first-born... she... attacked me and returned to the present timeline... it seems she’s determined to stay here, rather than return to the future,” he explained. “Thankfully, Sage happens to be a proficient medical student, she’s kept me alive so far, but I fear it’s entirely too little, too late. You have to come with me to the tear in space and time and close it before I fade away,”
“Don’t think like that. I’ve got power on Vegeta-Sei now. We can take you-”
“Yes, I know... but the tear must be tended to first! Soon it will grow out of control and consume you and your children. You’ll cause horrific damage to the timeline,” insisted the warlock.
Bra simply nodded and hauled him up to his feet. Kirano was quick to help shoulder the load, and then asked the obvious question, “So, where to?”
“Just hold on to me,” answered Grimshaw, while Sage approached and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. In an instant, they all vanished, appearing on top of a wide, flat, featureless expanse, in front of a huge, crackling energy source. It looked like a spark of electricity, just gigantic, and it refused to wink out of existence.
“Back away!!” Grimshaw shouted, thrusting his hands out at the dimensional rift. An enormous current of jet-black energy leapt from his hands and arms, smashing into the tear, causing it to warp it’s shape and flare, as if in pain.
“Shadow magic!” Bra exclaimed, noticing the tell-tale signature and appearance of the wizard’s energy. He fell to his knees but kept feeding energy into the tear, and it soon became apparent to her that he couldn’t close it himself.
The king stepped forward, pointing her own palms at the tear in space and time, and unleashed her very own barrage of shadow energy, pelting the rift with another column of ebony magic. The tear flared wildly again, and then just like that, it collapsed in on itself, disappearing without any fanfare whatsoever.
Grimshaw collapsed, falling to the ground. “The timeline is safe. I’m sorry I can’t send you home, Sage...”
She just nodded bitterly.
“Grimshaw,”
“Bra, before I go... you realize that since we were able to repair time, that means... you...”
“I’m pregnant,” Bra finished.
“Yes,”
“What happens when they’re born and they meet their future selves?” Kirano inquired.
“People from the future have interacted with their past selves before... it should be fine...” and then he slipped away. Bra and Kirano could feel it instantly, the light of his ki vanished. Grimshaw was no more.
“We have to leave,” Sage quietly explained, wiping tears from her eyes. “The dimension will collapse soon,”
She knelt down to pick up Grimshaw’s wand, and pointed it in front of herself. “Portus Arrivaro,” she mimicked her sister, and an opening appeared out of thin air. Sage dropped the wand, and dejectedly stepped through the portal, and her parents followed. It shut behind them, sealing off Grimshaw’s pocket dimension forever.
“Sage, if you want-” Bra looked around. She was gone. “How did she-?”
“There might be a good reason for all of this,” Kirano offered.
“There better be,” she sighed, putting a hand to her head. “I guess... it’s finished...”
OOC: And that's it for Bra. While I can't speak for Kirano, Bra's storyline ends here. I hope you enjoyed it.
“Take off your heels, they’re hurting you,” he finally stated, breaking the ice with a simple observation.
“What? No, it’s... fine,”
“You’ve been in pain all night. It’s pretty obvious,”
“...Yeah, I have,” she conceded, kicking off the shiny, blue shoes, and losing over an inch in height as a result. “Those stupid things are like a torture device. Fuck whipping people, just make them wear heels,” she declared with a giggle. Kirano smirked.
With a sudden movement, Kirano took her in close, and the two shared a kiss. Bra threw her arms around his neck, while he played his hands over her back, only just brushing her clothing with his fingertips. Her dress was decadent, a soft, floaty material. It shimmered ever so slightly under the lights.
For the briefest of moments, Kirano pulled away, forcing a gentle gasp of surprise from the newly crowned empress. She looked at him with expectation. “You’re... sure this is what you want?” he asked.
Bra pulled him tighter, leaning up to his ear. “Yes,”
Kirano leaned in and softly bit her neck, eliciting a loud croon of pleasure from the cyan haired girl, who recoiled under the intense sensation, bending back and away from him, but he gave chase, and with her in his arms, she didn’t have far to maneuver. Bra pressed her leg between Kirano’s and tensed up, pushing her nails into his back.
As if to counter her move, the tuxedo-clad youth slid one hand around Bra’s hip and onto her ass, and put his other behind her thigh and pulled her leg up, shifting her weight against his. The cyan haired girl pushed against Kirano’s chest, forcing him away from her neck, and kissed him passionately.
In response, he found her other thigh and pulled that one up, swinging on his heel and fell into bed with her beneath him. He leaned back, pulling off his dinner jacket, which he tossed nonchalantly to the floor, before working loose his bow-tie. That, too, fell to the wayside.
Bra pulled herself up, and literally tore his undershirt off while Kirano pulled his belt from it’s loops. Both articles were quickly discarded before Kirano pushed Bra onto her back. He kissed her, gently caressing her face with one hand while the other slid up and down her side, before venturing up the mound of her right breast. He squeezed softly, kneading it and taking pleasure in the soft moans it caused her to make.
Eventually, he backed off, and Bra gave him a confused look. She was turning red, and was already covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair starting to become matted. Kirano reached past her, taking hold of the zipper on the back of her dress. He pulled it down to where it terminated, just over the curve of her backside.
Bra suddenly looked a whole lot more confident, and shrugged the dress off her shoulders with ease, exposing her chest for the first time to Kirano, who stood up, both to pull his pants off, and then to pull Bra’s loosened dress down her legs and finally onto the floor.
Taking hold of the hem of her underwear, he pulled away the final layer of clothing, tossing hers into the ever increasing pile of clothes, his boxers already discarded. He climbed back onto the bed and leaned back for another kiss, caressing her delicate bosom, and set to work heightening Bra’s anticipation until he could tell it was practically unbearable.
That night, Kirano took Bra’s virginity.
- - - - -
A week had passed, and the two warriors were almost constantly beaming. Each of them were head over heels for the other, and they’d shared a great deal with one another. Word seemed to be getting around that they’d been sharing numerous sexual experiences, as well, despite their never speaking a word about that sort of thing in public. It turned out Bra wasn’t very quiet when Kirano accompanied her to bed.
The palace’s staff had more sense than to talk about it around them, though, and were even more careful to keep it around Bra’s father. They were all very well-aware of his notorious temper, and none were stupid enough to give him any reason to be mad at anything, for fear he’d take it out on them.
For once, Bra was happy. She had a calling, now; duties that gave stability to her life, and she had, for the first time, love. She wasn’t embarrassed to say so, anymore, either. The two of them sat on a couch, watching TV, but the king - she hated that term, it just seemed so weird - wasn’t really interested in what was on.
The two of them were shocked when a door suddenly appeared, blocking their view of the television, and both of them sighed simultaneously as each realized what it meant. “Time to go see that crazy old man again?” Kirano grunted.
“He’s not crazy... just... well... eccentric. And yeah. I guess we have to go see him. Get the last of this nonsense over with, huh?” Bra hopped to her feet, stumbling somewhat. She just couldn’t get used to this damn formal wear. “Man, I’m a king and I have to wear a dress. How gay is that?”
Kirano just chuckled, “It’s not like I’ve worn anything super casual for the past week, either,”
“Yeah, but you get pants!” protested the hybrid. “You can at least move around without worrying about shredding your clothes!”
“That’s not necessarily a-”
“Shut up,” Bra retorted, already knowing where he was going with the comment. Kirano just laughed; he already got the point across. He glided over to the entrance to nowhere, opening the door to reveal Grimshaw’s bizarre pocket dimension. “You know, I like Grimshaw, I look up to him, but I really hope I don’t have to go back to this crazy acid-trip reality after this.”
“I hear you,” Kirano replied, following her through the door, which forcefully slammed itself shut and immediately disappeared.
The couple found themselves standing on an enormous... disgusting, sludgy... “Are we standing on a pirate ship!?” Bra shouted, bewildered.
“Yeah...” Kirano replied, bending down to take a swipe of the material with a forefinger. He carefully tasted it, raising an eyebrow. “It’s made of chili,” he declared. “...I hate this place.”
“Well... how do we... get out of here?” Bra looked down, screwing her face in disgust. “Dammit! I’m sinking in this fucking chili!!”
“Come on! There’s a bridge attached to the other side of the boat!” the blond shouted, and the two hurriedly slopped through the disgusting contraption, cursing their inability to fly in Grimshaw’s little world. Soon, they found themselves safely on the wooden planks of the bridge, no longer forced to endure the disturbing sensation of quicksand-like chili.
“You know, you guys are putting a ton of pressure on my planks, and you’re filthy! Who’s gonna clean me when you abandon me, huh?!”
“Who the hell said that?” Bra demanded, immediately flashing into a super saiyan. Kirano shrugged, flaring up his own aura, carefully scanning the horizon, but there was nothing in sight but a floating rock attached to the other side of the bridge, and the pirate ship they’d just came from.
“I did. The bridge,” replied the sullen voice. “You’re standing on me right now,”
“You can talk?” the girl inquired, bewildered. Still, she slipped out of her ascended state, scratching the side of her head.
“Yeah... I learned how to talk about two hundred years ago, you know, listening to people as they walked on me, tromping their feet without worrying about any pain I might have experienced because of it. I tried to tell them to be more careful, and some of them listened, but... nobody ever stays and talks with a bridge, you know? Just for a few days, get to know me, you know? I’m not a second-class citizen just because I’m a bridge,”
“No, I don’t think you’re a citizen at all, actually,” Kirano replied.
“That’s so typical. You think you’re better than me just-”
“Look, uh, bridge,” Bra interrupted. “We really have to go see Grimshaw, it’s important, okay? We can’t stay and talk just now, but maybe-”
“Oh, just keep walking on then. Just use me to get to the other side, and then leave me. Fine. Fuck you, too,” the bridge hissed. The cyan haired girl just rolled her eyes and made her way to the other side, all the while the bridge complained about how much of a jerk she was.
They were met with a very grim sight. There was Sage, huddled nervously over the archmage Grimshaw, who had been brutally injured. He looked up at Bra and Kirano as they approached, and immediately the king dropped to her knees to tend to her mentor.
“Wh-what happened here!?” she demanded, looking from the wizard to Sage, and back to the wizard. Bra glanced back over to her daughter, she showed an overwhelming sadness in her features, as if something impossible bad had just taken place.
“Your first-born... she... attacked me and returned to the present timeline... it seems she’s determined to stay here, rather than return to the future,” he explained. “Thankfully, Sage happens to be a proficient medical student, she’s kept me alive so far, but I fear it’s entirely too little, too late. You have to come with me to the tear in space and time and close it before I fade away,”
“Don’t think like that. I’ve got power on Vegeta-Sei now. We can take you-”
“Yes, I know... but the tear must be tended to first! Soon it will grow out of control and consume you and your children. You’ll cause horrific damage to the timeline,” insisted the warlock.
Bra simply nodded and hauled him up to his feet. Kirano was quick to help shoulder the load, and then asked the obvious question, “So, where to?”
“Just hold on to me,” answered Grimshaw, while Sage approached and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. In an instant, they all vanished, appearing on top of a wide, flat, featureless expanse, in front of a huge, crackling energy source. It looked like a spark of electricity, just gigantic, and it refused to wink out of existence.
“Back away!!” Grimshaw shouted, thrusting his hands out at the dimensional rift. An enormous current of jet-black energy leapt from his hands and arms, smashing into the tear, causing it to warp it’s shape and flare, as if in pain.
“Shadow magic!” Bra exclaimed, noticing the tell-tale signature and appearance of the wizard’s energy. He fell to his knees but kept feeding energy into the tear, and it soon became apparent to her that he couldn’t close it himself.
The king stepped forward, pointing her own palms at the tear in space and time, and unleashed her very own barrage of shadow energy, pelting the rift with another column of ebony magic. The tear flared wildly again, and then just like that, it collapsed in on itself, disappearing without any fanfare whatsoever.
Grimshaw collapsed, falling to the ground. “The timeline is safe. I’m sorry I can’t send you home, Sage...”
She just nodded bitterly.
“Grimshaw,”
“Bra, before I go... you realize that since we were able to repair time, that means... you...”
“I’m pregnant,” Bra finished.
“Yes,”
“What happens when they’re born and they meet their future selves?” Kirano inquired.
“People from the future have interacted with their past selves before... it should be fine...” and then he slipped away. Bra and Kirano could feel it instantly, the light of his ki vanished. Grimshaw was no more.
“We have to leave,” Sage quietly explained, wiping tears from her eyes. “The dimension will collapse soon,”
She knelt down to pick up Grimshaw’s wand, and pointed it in front of herself. “Portus Arrivaro,” she mimicked her sister, and an opening appeared out of thin air. Sage dropped the wand, and dejectedly stepped through the portal, and her parents followed. It shut behind them, sealing off Grimshaw’s pocket dimension forever.
“Sage, if you want-” Bra looked around. She was gone. “How did she-?”
“There might be a good reason for all of this,” Kirano offered.
“There better be,” she sighed, putting a hand to her head. “I guess... it’s finished...”
OOC: And that's it for Bra. While I can't speak for Kirano, Bra's storyline ends here. I hope you enjoyed it.
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