Black Goku Trunks Novels & Stories

(AN: And god damn I don't know how to describe clothes so hey just gonna post a link to you guys what it looks like if my description is shite you can g****e Killia from Disgaea 5 and his outfit is kinda like that but with an addition of the black shirt). He opened his package and got his new outfit out from the box, his outfit consists of a jacket with white furs on the neckline and a red dragon motif on its back, a black sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans, a fingerless black glove and a brown combat boots. Overall he looks badass. After a few moments of adjustment he started finding what's new power he posses on his body but during his investigation, there's suddenly a black rift under

His fair skin remained unfettered from the strings of hair, and he looks the same, despite the months that have passed since they last saw each other. “Hello, boy?” Balak’s deep-voiced groused from his heavy throat. He lowered his hood, and Ginika’s eyes widen at the body makeup. The man was blessed with abs and muscles. Veins trailed his skin and walk through every part of his body. The belt of the battle gear that held his pants from his shoulders was buried into his skin, trailing down as though it was made from his body. “What’s your favorite weapon?” Balak asked despite sounding uninterested.

Walking towards the doors, I look outside and my breath catches in my throat. My mate, Alpha Titus Blackwood, stands next to a black Bentley continental. My stomach flips and rolls with what he is wearing. He has a pair of stonewashed blue jeans paired with a baby pink T-shirt. Which is stretched taut over his muscular chest and arms, showing off his full tattooed arm sleeves. His black hair is slicked back. He looks delicious. Aura howls in my head and pants, “Dammmmmn,” she says, and I chuckle at her reaction.

He approaches a black panel of buttons and begins to type like a mad man. I can't help but watch his dark green body anxiously as he does. He looks like something out of my nightmares. His alligator-like skin covers his entire body, unlike the Gaimo soldiers who only have it in vulnerable places. His skin also seems impenetrable. I would bet it is three inches thick.

The curls behave until you get to the tips of his hair that rests at his nape where they curl defiantly. He’s wearing black slacks that are fitted to his body, the powerful muscles of his thighs push against the fabric as he turns, he’s got on a black belt and I don’t miss the matching Gucci logo on the front of it that makes it look like we planned it. To finish off his ensemble he’s wearing a loose white t-shirt. His piercings were visible through the sheer material. They always caught my eye. The edge of a tattoo peeked just above the sheer material and I wondered what it was. Looking up, I was caught by those dark obsidian eyes that were pleased.

He turned sharply and looked at me. " Did your father not tell you that we need to consummate this union for the blood oath to work perfectly? If not for it, I would never touch someone like you" he said. Right, he was damn right about that, I would not even allow him to get close to me. I hated that we needed to do this, it was totally difficult. I watched as he pulled off his shirt and rolled down the trouser he was wearing. His body looked so hot, I could not take my eyes off him.

“Btw, can I go to sleep? The new toll road is a bit of a drive, isn't it? I'm really sleepy and tired. It's crazy, these last two days of meetings have really drained my brain and energy.” Gadis glanced over and found King adjusting his seat so that it was much lower than usual. Then he took one of the neck supports that Gadis knew exactly which character he had chosen; Black Dragon. Since the appearance of the Black Dragon in the world of cinema, King had never been without those cute black dragon-shaped accessories. “Just sleep. I'm not speeding, really. Take it easy, okay?”

My breath hitches. He’s stripped down to black swimming trunks, a departure from his usual tailored suits. And God, he’s magnificent. His torso is a canvas of ink and muscle, each tattoo telling a story I’ll never know, each curve and cut of his physique displaying a life of discipline and danger.

This is just a play to them. "END IT ALREADY" I heard a scream practically across the forest from Rag. "My hand is itching for an action" He spoke with a smirk while he again yelled at Gicep. Guess he is excited. "I guess time is up if my little brother is asking for it" He spoke and suddenly his sword glowed. But in black. Small particles started coming out of his sword and the silver color turned black. He moved at a light speed that my eye couldn't follow, but at last, he is standing at the back of that fog and the fog disappeared with a small blast this time.

The grey eyes burned me down bit by bit and all I could do was stare. His dark hair were styled impeccably but one black lock spilled on his brow as if it couldn't be controlled, he was wearing a black tunic that gaped open till his mid chest, showing off the rich golden skin of his, the tight dark pants molded to his muscular thighs and legs perfectly emphasising.. his power. He looked so different, nothing like the half naked agent wearing threadbare jeans. I knew I was ogling him but I couldn't pull my eyes away from him.