"You know I hate it when you do that…" I'm not really annoyed, just a shade of red I never wear before spring-cleaning. It's entirely too tacky.

"Well, she should learn to keep her damn hands off of you," is the indignant retort, welcoming hands relieving me of my consumable burden and moving from the hall to the dining room where places have already been set. My eyes do a quick count. Five. Suppressing a smile, I call obstinently after him.

"She's a chick, Goten, they don't do that." Stooping, I manage to scoop up my little black bundle of energy long enough to divest her of her bone-embroidered trail. "They just bitch and gripe and moan until they get their way." Releasing Ouja with an affectionate squeeze, I watch her fluffy white-tipped banner disappear instantly into the other room in eager search of the food she knows her puppy brown eyes will entice.

"Excuse me?" Grinning into my shirt, I coax Ouji to me, pretending not to hear the irritated interruption.

"Nothing but complain," the dog cocks his head to the side as I fiddle with his collar longer than necessary and arches a brow quite reminiscent of his master. "That's it. Day in, day out. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch." My pawed prince sniffs at my nose, sensing no emotional reason for the words forthcoming. Only Tora's dog could recognize swearing as a sign of the subconscious need for a pair of furry ears under one's hands and the consequential lowering of blood pressure involved with said stroking. No wonder the damn dog sleeps in our room while he works in the basement.

There's an audible huff of 'oh no you didn't' and the irate tapping of an over priced top of the line designer shoe that costs more than I make in a month.

"Yup. Don't think I could stand it, really." I push up on my knees and stand with a dramatic sigh. "All that whining and whatnot…" I scratch absently at Ouji's ears, winking in Goten's direction as he peeks his perplexed persona around the corner. "Not to mention the smell…"

"Oh, would you shut up? You wouldn't know a woman if she laid down in front of your car and started giving birth."

"Oh, morning, Bra-chan. Didn't see you there…where's Pan-chan?" I chuckle like the bastard big brother I am and walk past her toward the delicious scent of bacon and bread.

"In the other room playing with pup-chan. And didn't see me?" She follows determinedly. "Don't tell me your coke bottles need tweaking." Hands on hips, just like Mama. Maybe Capsule Corporation did indulge in those rumored cloning experiments…

"Nope, he's got contacts now," Goten responds, wiping his hands on the towel above the stove. I see the glimmer in his eyes and it makes me grin broader than a new father. Needless to say, he had thought them substantially more attractive than my absent-minded professor ensemble.

"Contacts? But I thought they were too bad to do anything with…" Shrugging somewhat uncomfortably, I aid my partner in dishing out the goods, accidentally 'dropping' a bit of egg in the dog bowls beside the sink as I pass.

"Tora managed 'em," my companion supplies, knowing my dislike of the topic. It makes my head hurt to even think of my injury, the slip-up that ruined my career at C.C. and abruptly brought my days of tinkering to an end. They weren't lying when they said you shouldn't mix acids and bases.

Good thing Tora came along or the prospect of the company being left without an heir would have been more of a media mess than the shit on the fan.

"What'd I do now?" The sleepy grumble proceeds his trudging form like thunder announcing rain and all eyes turn to the doorway as he breeches it. He blinks, sniffs, and deposits his empty coffee cup on the counter with a chink before setting to fix himself a plate. As he walks by, I'm caught in a scented haze of sex and it makes me laugh. Guess Goten didn't get his precious extra hour after all. Least now I know why he's in such a bloody good mood.

"Just talking about Oniichan's contacts." A nod and a grunted reply. "Do you think you could make me some, niisan?" She tucks her legs beneath her as she sits, elbows propped excitedly on the table.

"You don't need glasses." I take a seat across from her, picking up my fork and digging in to the delightfully greasy concoction, thanking all gods I've met and played poker with that I'm Saiyan and this is considered healthy. Not that it'd matter, but I'd hate for my waistline to go to hell over something as trivial as butchered hog.

"No," she manages around a spoonful of scrambled bigger than my own. "But I've wanted to change my eye colour for awhile. Blue is just so…"

"Passé?" I finish for her, nodding understandingly. "I know. I'm hoping, you know, after he perfects it and everything, that I'll be able to get them in technicolour or something."

"That'd be so cool, niichan! You'll have to get him to make me some--"

Goten rolls his eyes as he pulls out a chair and Tora looks like he's just run around the world twice looking for a collectible that doesn't exist.

No, wait. That was me three days before Christmas.

"You're so fucking queer," my mirror mumbles disgustedly, leaning against the counter and shoveling his food, missing mostly, the night's toll on his system becoming apparent. Ouji sits obediently at his feet, catching the morsels as they fall and saving his beloved person the embarrassment.

"Fuck you, Tora," I throw casually over my shoulder, mopping up the rest of my meal with a piece of buttered toast.

"Later, Briefs." I freeze as my cock stirs in my pants. Oh, shit, how dare the bastard give me chills like that! Fucking voce that makes me hard with those fucking eyes that tear me apart and see exactly what's inside…

He laughs. He knows. I hate you. Prick.

"Like I said…" he chuckles, setting down the crumble-littered wasteland of his plate and brushing his hands off on his sweats. "Anyway, I'm off."

Goten nods, head tilting back to accept the kiss he bestows and I glare at the back of his head. He's so damn infuriating--

His hand on my ass stops all thought and I blush like a teenage girl as he fondles me under the table, both silently agreed that Bra doesn't need to know about our relationship just yet.

Even if he has been fucking us both since we were legal. Well, he started a little earlier with me…but who's counting, ne? And is it really incest…?

"Oh, tell Panny to come in when you go, would you?" Goten asks as they part lips and Tora nods, yawning widely into the back of his hand. We share a smirk over my coffee and he winks as he departs, Ouji on his heels like a disciple.

Fucking sexy heathen…

"You guys have the queerest relationship," Bra laughs at her own joke, and even Goten joins in. "I mean how do you guys…?" She thankfully embellishes more with her hands and less with her words, though I've no fucking clue how to respond to either. How does one tell his sister he's fucking their 'brother'?

"C'mon, Ouja!" Thank you, Panny, for maintaining your father's habit of breaking awkward tension.

"Help yourself, Pan-chan," Goten waves in the general direction of the pots on the stove and stuffing the last of his own down his throat.

"Arigato, jichan." I wave at her over the remnants of a good fucking breakfast and contemplate another muffin, thankful the subject matter has changed. I mean, what could it hurt…

"It'll go straight to your hips, niichan." Knowing blues anticipate my hand and I sigh, trusting she's right. "I've had to cut them out, too. Especially with prom coming up soon…"

"Oh?" Goten quirks an interested brow, packing his cigarettes against his open palm. "You got somebody to go with?"

"Uh hmm." Pan intercepts the strain of conversation, taking the only remaining seat. "A college boy." Their eyes flicker back and forth between them and I'm sure Goten and I are missing something girlishly vital. I take a stab.

"Mama hates it, right?"

A pause. Another glance to her comrade that says so much more than 'should I?'. I find myself increasingly curious, the basket of muffins I went through hell and a half for earlier forgotten in the center of the table. Screw the devil and his temptation. Gossip first, food later.

"So…?" My lover sits sideways in his chair, propping his arm in a 50's fashion, unlit cig to his lips. On cue, I snag the lighter from next to the ashtray, striking it against my pants, cupping my hands to his mouth and posing dramatically as he draws deeply on his fag.

"Oh, for…" Bra snickers and Pan sighs wistfully.

"You guys are so adorable together!"

I start laughing and he giggles around the filter. I can't help it. It always gets me. Shaking my head, I righten in my seat, folding my hands over the lighter and leaning interestingly toward my younger sibling.

"Yeah, so who is it?" Gnawing on her lower lip, she looks toward her cohort for a shrugging confirmation.

"Well…he's just this guy I know--"

"He's part Neko-jin!" Pan explodes, face reddening at her own admittance. Swallowing haltingly, she tries to pass it off with another shoulder jerk. "I mean…"

"Panny thinks he's hot," my sister confides with a smirk.

"Well he is. With those ears…"

"And those eyes…"

"And those legs…"

"And that tail--"

"Alright, alright! We get the picture! He's a hottie…" Goten relaxes and takes a deep drag, releasing it slowly. "So why can't you see him?"

Her blue head drops and she picks reluctantly at her unused napkin. "Mama…"

"Thinks all he wants is sex," Pan concludes for her partner, glancing over to her bent form sympathetically.

"Why the hell does she think that?" I can feel myself going into over-protective brother mode and try desperately to short-circuit the unwanted setting. I flick the lighter absently in my hands, attempting to calm the instinct.

"Because…" she sighs deeply, sitting back exhaustedly, brushing blue from her eyes with a sweep of her fingers. "She says that when she was 'dating' Papa, he was particularly fond of 'exercising her body' and ignoring her mind."

"Well, duh, Vegeta-san's been training like that since Gohan was--"

I look over. I shake my head.

"Uh uh, Goten." It takes a moment and his cigarette dangles limply. When comprehension dawns, he takes it out of his mouth and snubs it in the tray, nodding understandingly.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh…I get it…"

"So? Every guy thinks with his dick," I rationalize, finally laying the object down and resting my chin on my hand. "What makes her think your virginity's suddenly in mortal danger of being snatched?"

My comment has the effect I desire, and she smiles in quiet gratitude.

"Because he's part cat--part animal, I guess." She pulls back her hair away from her face and twists it in her fingers. "And she remembers what Papa was like…and he's part animal, or something…"

"So are you," she looks up, "part animal, I mean." I sit forward. I can't believe my mother's being such a…a ningen about this. "And you can take care of yourself, for Dende's--"

"You're part Saiyan! And she thinks you're gonna get raped?" It must have just sunk in for my slower counterpart and he scoffs. "That's fucked up, Bra-chan…" He shakes his head as though an authority on defending oneself from willing sexual advances. "You shouldn't stop seeing him just because your mother's afraid for your…uh…"

"Virginity?"

"Yeah!" He enthusiastically takes the torch again. "You can go friggin' Super Saiyan. I mean, come on! If he winks at you cock-eyed, you can kick him in the nuts and beat him senseless!"

"Arigato, Goten-kun…" She laughing, and that's a plus. I'd hate for her to give into the ningen mentality that simply doesn't belong to us. Goten's right--she can defend herself. It's absurd for her to be afraid of some horny Neko-jin…

"How do you know him?" Like I said, I'm insanely curious to find out about this sexy fur-tipped temptation that seems to have smitten them both so securely, and I can't stop myself from giving her the sincere third degree.

"I--"

"Oh, shit!" Goten suddenly interrupts our gossip colony by jumping spastically to his feet, for all the world looking like a runaway train about to derail. "I'm gonna be late for work!"

"…again…" Pan mutters, gathering her bright blue book bag from where it's hung on the chair, stuffing the last of her muffin hastily into her mouth. Ouja wags her tail expectantly; she's consequently rewarded with the last of my not-niece's breakfast.

"Damn damn damn damn damn…" My lover speeds past me as I collect the dishes from the table and deposit them in the sink, adjusting his watch and running a hurried hand through hair obviously not brushed. "He's gonna kill me, kill me…shit…"

Snagging his wallet from the chair in the living room where it got tossed last night, I make it to the door just as he attempts to streak by.

I pause. I wait. I hold out my hand…

"My wal--oh." He flashes me a smile that melts me on the spot, kisses me like the first time he confessed his attraction, and bolts like a jet.

"Don't forget--!" I stop as I realize the futility of yelling after him, move back inside the apartment. "Fuck it, I'll get Tora to do it…"

"See you later, jichan!" Another raven-haired rocket is reminded of the time and I just get out a wave before she's gone as well. To school, I'd guess. Jichan. Dende. I feel so fucking old.

"Yeah…"

"Oniichan…?" Bra shoulders her bag with an exasperated sigh. She braces one hand on the back of a chair, throwing her hair back with the other.

I smile fraternally. At her, at the dog taking advantage of the forgotten plate by her foot. She's the exact reason I'd love to have kids…

And why I'd never fucking want them.

"Come here, Blue Bonnet…" I jerk my head in invitation; her button nose wrinkles with a characteristic blush and she meanders my direction. Her sky coloured mop smells like flowers and conditioner as she lays it on my shoulder, looks up at me with eyes of the same hue, the same twilight shade as my own.

It would make such a fabulous scarf…

"What am I supposed to do…?" My sibling groans the groan of 'I've been dealing with this shit for entirely tooooo long'. "Mama thinks all he wants to do is fuck me," she converses candidly, fingers hitching her satchel further up. Her head dips again and she giggles girlishly.

I smirk. "And you're not too upset about that, are you?"

"Well…not exactly…" Finished with her scraps, my pup mutt wanders over licking her lips, sits imploringly at our ankles. Bra's hand finds her head, and both seem contented. "He's really sexy, Trunks…like…like nobody else."

"He must be something special, ne?" I stroke her hair. She pets the dog. Ouja drools happily.

"Haaaiii…and he's got these great ears…" I blink, pause. The chain disrupted, our puppy glances upward questioningly.

"Ears, huh? That's new…"

"You've got no idea, niichan. And his tail's absolutely to die for." I can feel myself becoming increasingly gay, not to mention…excited by the…description. Oh fuck it, I'm getting off to the image of my sister's would be beau. If I don't watch it, we're gonna be seriously late.

"I want to hear more about this beast of a man," I proclaim, steering her to the door. And I mean it. Ears, huh? Might be time to go to the cosplay shop again…

"And as for Mama," I continue before she can protest, "She'll deal. Like she did with us. Now go for it. You can take care of yourself, ne?"

"Arigato, niichan," there's a poignant press of cherry lip gloss and the soft scent of lilacs and I'm left on the porch wondering where the hell the morning's gone and if my whole life's going to be one continuous soap opera.

Sighing conclusively, I shut the door. I need to get dressed. I need to draw water for the dishes to soak. I need…

I look down at the wagging, animated bundle of 'ah! I'm a pup-chan!' and smile.

"I need to wake Tora and remind him to take you to your check-up."