Disclaimer: i don't own it's characters and whatever...

This is my first dbz fic and my third story.

A lot of the Goten and Bra fics that I read, I don't like. So, i decided to make my own the way that I want it. Enjoy.

There will be lemons in this, possibly a lot of lemons. So if that idea disgusts you, don't read and if it doesn't continue.

Goten is thirty and Bra is nineteen.

Um, that's it so I hope you like it and thanks to whoever reads the fic or reviews.

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Chapter One – The Sexy And The Hottie

I shoved her onto the bed and kissed her hard. She gave me a sly, seductive smile.

But I'm the one who already seduced her.

I took off my shirt and threw it aimlessly to the floor. The rest of both our clothes followed.

"I like it rough." She whispered into my ear.

"I bet you do, honey." I smirked.

And just like she wanted, I gave it to her, rough.

The next morning I gathered all my clothing and belongings and left before she woke up. I flew through the sky with a semi-hangover.

That's my typical weekend: Hit the clubs, drink, dance, flirt, hit up a girl, and have a good time. Though, these one nightstands don't promise much, they do give me a rather good fuck.

I flew to Capsule Corporation to meet up with Trunks, and have our weekly—sometimes-daily—spar.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by a pleasant Bulma.

"Hi, Goten, it nice to see you. Come in."

"Hi. Thanks. Is Trunks home?"

"Yeah, he's in the shower. He'll be right down. Make yourself at home."

That was easy enough considering that the corp. was like my second home.

"If you're hungry there's food in the refrigerator." Bulma said as she left the room.

I went to the kitchen to help myself. I opened the fridge and looked for food.

I felt a familiar presence there with me.

"Hey, sexy. What're you doing in my fridge?"

By that welcoming I knew exactly who it was.

I stood to greet her. "Nothing much, hottie, just looking for something to eat."

We smiled at each other. "How you been, Bra?"

"Pretty good, I guess. You?"

"Same here." I looked her up and down. She was wearing sweats and a simple tank top. It seemed like she was about to work out. I wouldn't mind watching that.

"Trunks will be down soon, if you're looking for him."

She sat at the table. I followed the gesture.

Bra and I go way back. When she was 17 and I was 28, we slept together. We were drunk and we both regretted it the next morning. I can remember freaking out about it. I thought Vegeta would kill me. But he never found out. No one did. We promised to keep it a secret and never let it happen again.

Now, we don't really talk about it anymore or care. It made us have a weird relationship. We can flirt with each other all we want, but we know it won't mean anything. Hence the nicknames. However, I do vaguely remember our night together as being the best sex I ever had.

I wonder if it was the best she ever had. I would have to ask her about that.

"How's Capsule Corp. going?" I ask casually.

"Eh, all right. It's hard being vice president, especially when your brother's president."

"How about you? How's the pizza place treating you?"

"Horrible!" She laughs. "Please, Bra, I'm 30 and I work in a damn pizza parlor. Not a good career."

I continue, "But what I really want to do is own my own business, and be my own boss. You know?"

"Yeah, that's understandable. What kind of business do you want to own?"

"Good question. I was thinking of owning my own martial arts school."

"That sound like a great idea. I think you should do it."

"I would've a long time ago, but I don't have the money."

"I'm sure Capsule Corporation would be more than willing to loan you some money."

"Naw. I couldn't."

"What? Too much pride?" She smirks.

"Something like that."

I raise my eyebrow at her when I see her flip her hair back to give me a better view of her cleavage.

What?

"Whatever you want, sexy. I'm gonna go. Bye." She stands and leaves.

"See ya…hottie."

At that moment Trunks walks in drying his hair with a towel.

"Hey, Goten. What's up? Ready to spar?"

Thank Kami he hadn't heard Bra and I use our flirty nicknames. "Yeah, man. You got sweats I can borrow."

We sparred for two hours. A great workout. We laid on the grass catching out breath.

"Man, I should've not taken that shower earlier. Now I gotta take another one." Trunks said between breaths.

"Yo, Trunks, what about that girl Stacy I introduced you to a while ago?"

"No way!"

"You wouldn't want to sleep with Stacy?"

"Not if she already slept with you first. Plus, she's snotty."

"True, but she was a great lay." I smirk.

"See, that's what I mean. I don't want to date a girl that you already had sex with. That's just awkward and weird."

I laugh, "Yea, I know what you mean."

"And that's another thing. I just don't want to sleep with a girl. I want to date someone who I can settle down with. Don't you want that, Goten?"

"I don't know. I should, but I don't think it's gonna happen any time soon."

Later on that night, I was in my bed trying to fall asleep.

Settle down, huh? Nah, not me. Maybe a relationship, with no strings attached.

Maybe.

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Author's Note – there it is. I hope everyone liked it. I'll try to put up the next chapter soon, but it might not be a while since I am working on two stories at once.

If you like fma, check out my other fics: I'm the One Who Was Wrong, and the sequel I'm the One Who Was Wrong: Forever.

Thanks and if you want please R&R. I appreciate it : )