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Goten left the Briefs compound in a daze of complex emotions, he wanted, no needed Bra, one taste wasn't enough he wanted more, especially since he really wanted to remind her of their first encounter.
But as soon as he had said the words 'we need to talk' she had purposely ignored him, as soon as he had seen that hurt expression cross her face all words and thoughts of being faithful to Paris slipped his mind. So much for trying to better his existing relationship.
He was half way home before he decided what he was going to do. He turned right back around and launched himself into the air and took off towards the Briefs complex for the second time that day.
He found Bra Briefs in her bedroom, he paused at her window reluctant to interrupt her as she tore around her bedroom, a cell phone attached to her ear as she ranted to one of her friends about him.
He waited almost half an hour until she snapped her phone shut and slid to her carpeted floor, leaning her head against the door. He tapped at her window and smiled apologetically at her as she glared hatefully at him.
"What the hell are you doing here!" She yelled at him, "If my father finds you here he will kill you without a thought and more importantly I'll let him".
Goten waited patiently for her to finish before he leant into the room and grabbed her stubborn chin between his fingers and pulled her face towards him.
She screamed in frustration as his lips slanted over hers, deepening the kiss and sufficiently muffling any sound she made.
When finally he let her go, she looked at him questionly. "Bra I'm here to apologize I didn't mean to say those words and I didn't mean to hurt you, I know about your feelings for me and I know I haven't taken that into account but this thing between us is very damaging and I'm not quite sure what I want, no need to do, I want you but I also want and need Paris".
Bra felt anger unbidden rise in her, she was being set aside again and she didn't like the feeling, 'just because he has no idea, doesn't mean he can treat me like a used toy'.
"Goten we went into this drunk and with no regrets, no feelings I get that you and Paris are serious or sort of but you need to get a clue and at least stop cheating on the girlfriend you profess to love".
He reached forward to catch her in an embrace but she quickly stepped away, "No Goten don't touch me as you don't know what you want I'm not quite sure I want to even see you again"
He paused his dark eyes stared into her blue ones, "Bra I still want you and I have to have you please don't shut me out, let me take you out to let us be together for the sake of this thing between us"
She nearly said no, and she knew she should have but the walking proverbial doormat appeared on her forehead and like so many times before she gave in and let him win.
"My father win be in soon to check up on me you better go", she stated dejectedly.
Immediately the mood turned, from serious to playful,Goten pretended to look scared, and gulped, "Well in that case you'd better say yes if you have any interest in saving your carpeted floor, because blood doesn't come out".
Bra rolled her eyes, a habit of hers, "Yes I'll go out with you". The words tasted bitter on her tongue and again she wondered at her easy to please personality. His big strong hands reached out and she was against his warm chest and her niggling thoughts intensified.
She ended the too brief embrace and stepped back, "You better go" she pushed him out of her room and shut the window with regret.
Their joking conversation of earlier definitely had a ring of truth, Vegeta wouldn't be too happy about a boy at her window at ten at night, unhappy enough probably to blast him into oblivion.
The thought of Vegeta finding Goten at her window followed her into sleep.
The following day past in a fit of nerves, Bra changed her game plan, and outfit too many times to count, so she brought in the big guns and asked her brother, he liked women, maybe too much, but he knew what got a guy going after all he was a guy and she did want to get Goten going, at least she thought she did, it was probably asking for trouble but she didn't have any choice, Pan wouldn't know the first thing about it, Marron would be too busy and Marie had a new boyfriend she was occupied with so that left her brother, weird huh how some things turn out. Offcourse she wouldn't be telling him just who she was going out with, but it wouldn't matter he would help, she'd make him.
"Trunks, oh brother of mine", Trunks heard his sister's voice and prepared to run, she wanted something, last time it ended up with him stuck in a dress and 6' inch heels, wearing red lipstick, lets just say Vegeta wasn't happy that his only son was appearing to bat for the other side, it took them five hours to find Trunks and when they did he couldn't speak for a week, that had been when he was twelve. Ever since then he had avoided Bra when that voice echoed through the halls.
"Ha, caught ya", dragging her brother to her room she showed him three outfits that she was deciding between, as soon as Trunks saw the outfits he freaked recalling a very nasty memory, that had scarred his childhood.
Bra smiled at the look of horror on Trunk's face, "There for me silly not you, which one", gesturing back to the clothes carefully laid out on the queen sized bed.
Trunks took one glance at the clothes then turned to her, "None"
Bra shook her head, "I'm not five, I can wear these clothes, you know"
"No I don't know and if dad saw you in any of these he'd freak and go on a rampage".
Bra looked back at the clothes, the first outfit was a sext black number, every girl needed a sexy black dress, to have a complete wardrobe. It was cut low over her breasts and clung nicely to her frame emphasising every curve that she possessed and luckily enough for her she had plenty in the womanly variety and reached to above Bra's knees, it was very conservative considering the next outfit.
Trunks looked like he was going to shit kittens, when he looked more closely at the second pieced together outfit. It consisted of a transparent top that covered nothing, if she went topless she suspected she would have more covered. And a pair of leather pants that stuck to her like a second skin.
Bra tried to hide her evil giggle at the look on Trunk's face, "I…I didn't know you owned anything like this", Bra decided to let him breathe, "Don't worry its not mine, and I just slipped it in there to see your reaction, I wasn't really considering it", she wrinkled her delicate nose in distaste, "Its not really my style, back alley whore doesn't appeal to me".
The next outfit was definitely more conservative It was a glittery halter top, while cut low at the front still left much to the imagination, and a pair of skinny leg jeans and black kitten pumps.
It was the first and last of the outfits that she was having trouble with, it was a toss up. Trunks merely pointed to the dress and strode off muttering about evil sisters.
'Right' Bra quickly tossed the vulgar outfit and black dress into the wardrobe, 'what, you didn't think she'd actually trust her brother's judgement do you, she definitely didn't like the women he brought home, bunch of whining gold diggers if you asked her'.
Slipping into the tight jeans, top and heels she viewed herself in her floor length mirror, turning this way and that she was satisfied, she decided natural was the way to go, so with a hint of gloss and mascara she grabbed her bag and headed to her car.
Ready for a night of dangerous passion, or as much as she let herself before she fell too damagingly in love with Goten.
