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Bra Briefs' Mom has Got it Going On

Interlude: Ménage à Trois

"You are so impatient!" Bra exclaimed with her arms crossed huffily. "That's a vice ya' know!" Bra rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine… I'll tell you about my Mom and Goten. I'm feeling generous today. I think I'll even tell you about my Mom and Goku."

Bra rested her index finger on her chin thoughtfully. "Hm… the question is: where should I start? The first time I ever noticed something questionable between my Mother and Goten? Yeah, that sounds about right. My memory of the whole thing is kind of fuzzy, but the gist is accurate.

15 years ago:

Thirteen year old Goten had come over to Capsule Corporation to visit his best friend Trunks like any regular day. Trunks had known that he was coming. He had meant to call Goten and cancel their little play date because Trunks was sick with the stomach flu. So when Goten got to Trunks' house, you can imagine that he was disappointed.

Bulma had thought of something to make up for it. She told Goten that she was bringing Bra to the county fair and that he was welcome to tag along. Goten was really excited and agreed to come along.

~End Narration~

"So my Mom had been promising to take me to the county fair for weeks. I was really excited. I remember Goten coming along with us. I don't really know why Trunks wasn't with us. Maybe he was sick or something. Now, I know that this doesn't sound odd at all. In fact, it sounds like my Mom's a saint. I'm recounting this memory because it is the first time I can remember my Mom showing interest in Goten, not sexually… well… you'll see. The day was spent like any ordinary day at the fair, excluding one solitary thing. There was something my Mom said to Goten that bears great meaning: She said, and these are her exact words, 'Oh Goten, you look so much like your father, did you know that? We went on a lot of adventures together when he was about your age. Those were some of the best days of my life!'"

"And that's when Goten said, 'Oh wow cool… hey do you think we could get some ice-cream?'"

"I can clearly remember my Mother touching his face and laughing. 'Well aren't you just the spitting image. You remind me more and more of him every day.'"

"Goten gave her a funny look and replied, 'You're talking just like my mom did when Dad was dead and she couldn't see him! Silly, he's not dead anymore.'"

"The look on her face at that moment has been burned into my memory. Her face went white in stark contrast against her aqua hair and eyes and bright red lipsticked lips. She was shocked. Her features contorted from the shocked expression into a look of clarity." Bra smirked in triumph. "Are you starting to see what I'm getting at now? My dear Mother was having an epiphany."

"I don't expect you to hop on the wagon yet. I know that I haven't provided enough evidence, but keep this thought in mind: My Mother was being reminded of something she'd tried to hide in the closet. She was getting that itch. She could feeling time moving on. I'm sure she was noticing her impending age difference. Maybe she was wondering if she could ever get Goku now… now that she was becoming a middle-aged lady. Maybe she was considering Goku's fidelity. Either way, she raised the white flag and grabbed up what she could. She settled with seconds. The only problem is that her seconds is my first."

Bra drummed her fingers atop a desk and thought in silence for a moment. "You know, I never thought that it would get this far. I knew that Goten had the hots for my Mom, and I knew that my Mom became nostalgic whenever she'd see Goten. Still, the truth completely blindsided me. Before I saw the truth with my own eyes, I had harbored resentment for my Mother because I was jealous. Goten was giving her attention and not me. When I saw the truth for what it was, I felt sick. I couldn't believe that she could use him like that." Bra paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes at her audience. "Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a manipulative bitch too, but this is different! I don't care if you think I'm a hypocrite! My Mother crossed the boundaries. Goten is supposed to be mine! We're meant to be together. I'm not crazy either." Bra place one hand on top of the other over her chest and clenched them together tightly. "I just know we are. I don't know how to explain it, but when I'm around him, I feel like I'm whole. When I'm not around him… it's like torture because I feel empty and I know that my own Mother is with him doing Kami knows what! I don't care if you like me, but you can at least feel a little sympathy for me, right?"

"When I was little, my Mother told me stories a lot. I noticed even at a very young age that the majority of the stories had Goku in them. She almost never told me stories about my Daddy. I wanted to hear stories about my Daddy. All I got was Goku, Goku, Goku." Bra crossed her arms and pouted. "How could I have not seen it coming earlier? How?"

13 years ago:

Bra squirmed underneath the bright pink comforter on her bed. Vegeta had snuck her cookies at dinnertime again. She was Daddy's little girl after all. Bulma peeked in the doorway, smiled, and walked up to her daughter's bedside. Bra bounced up and down on the mattress hyperactively, her cheeks tinted a lustrous rosy red. She looked like a little cherub, so perfect and innocent and pretty.

"Please, please, oh please tell me a story before I go to bed Mommy!" she pleaded.

Bulma smiled at her warmly. "Oh alright, did I ever tell you about the time that I was chased by a dinosaur?"

Bra's eyes widened in disbelief. "N-no! A dinosaur, really?"

Bulma poked Bra's tummy playfully. "You betcha! I was chased by a tyrannosaurus! Goku and I had been looking for a dragon ball and we split up our search so we could find it faster. This big green dinosaur popped out of nowhere and roared at me. Its teeth were huge and sharp!"

"Oh no!" Bra exclaimed.

"Oh yes!" Bulma replied with a laugh. "And his breath smelled horrible, like dirty socks, and moldy cheese, and public restrooms all combined!"

Bra hopped up and down elatedly. "Ew! Ew! Ew!" she shrieked excitedly.

"I ran for it as fast as I could, screaming my head off. The dinosaur was hot on my heels and catching up quickly!" Bulma continued.

"No! No! No!" Bra shouted.

Bulma laughed. "Don't worry. Goku found us and attacked the dinosaur. He hit him once and the dinosaur went running the other way!"

"Yay!" Bra exclaimed. "Bad Mister Dinosaur!"

"Yeah, Goku saved me… all the time…" Bulma muttered, her eyes looked hazy for a moment. "Those were some fun times… I…"

Bra examined her Mother curiously. "Something wrong, Mama?"

Bulma shook her head. "No, course not! And you know what? Goku and I bumped into that dinosaur again and he ran away again! He wasn't such a scary dinosaur anymore! He learned his lesson to not scare anybody!"

Bra smiled and yawned. She murmured, "Yeah he was uh-scared of Uncle Goku."

"He sure was. Uncle Goku saved my life! He's a hero!" Bulma replied proudly.

"Yeah…" Bra replied softly, her eyelids becoming heavy and closing shut over her sleepy eyes. "Next time… can Daddy be the hero?"

Bulma must not have expected Bra to open her eyes again, because when Bra did open her eyes to see and hear her answer, Bulma looked shocked. She looked uneasy. Something was off.

"Uh… Of course sweetie!" she replied with a fake smile.

~End Flashback~

"Long story short, Daddy wasn't the hero in the next story. It's kind of weird. I guess Mom forgot. I bet you can guess who the hero was though: Goku, Goku, Goku…"

Bra sat down at her nightstand and gazed into the mirror. She began to apply foundation that she didn't need on her face. She laughed wryly. "I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, aren't I?"

Bra stopped applying her makeup for the moment and gazed into the mirror at her reflection. Her eyebrows suddenly knitted together in frustration and she imagined herself breaking the mirror, shattering it into pieces. That would feel good.

"The first time," she muttered, reaching out and touching her reflection, "the first time I saw them together… It was like getting a sharp blow to the stomach. It was like feeling sharp pain and sickness and retching my innards out. I felt sick, hurt, and betrayed like nothing I could have ever imagined before that moment. I have nightmares about it sometimes. I can't believe that it's true. I can't believe what my eyes so clearly saw. It's like someone I loved dearly passed away, and I know that they're dead, but I can't come to terms with it yet."

Bra closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She banged her fist on the desk and her face collapsed onto it surface, into her hands. She began to sob. She only let herself cry for a moment, and then she lifted up her head, and wiped her eyes and cheeks with the sleeve clothing her arm.

Her face was calm and collected, but it had a trace of menacing hatred that still lingered. "I can forgive Goten. He's confused. That's all. I don't… I don't think I can ever forgive my Mother."

Six years ago:

This was the fateful day, the day that ChiChi had finally had enough. Goten needed to get a job or move out. After all, he was 22 years old now. It was time to stop 'womanizing' as she put it. It was time to get a job, earn money, and start a family. Goten was a lot like his father. He wasn't interested in working. He'd rather train like his father. For a short time, when he was a teenager, he was more interested in girls than anything. He was an adolescent boy after all. That kind of thing was to be expected. ChiChi didn't agree with it though. 'Gohan was never like this! He was like me and your father. He found a good girl and he married her. Why do you have to date all of these tramps?'

Goten knew that his mother was raised in a different era than him. She wouldn't understand that he was picky about his girlfriends. She wouldn't understand that he wanted to experience different things. She wouldn't understand that he wanted to live a little before settling down and having a family of his own. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to be a family man.

Nevertheless, at the age of 22, he needed to get himself a job. ChiChi didn't care how long it took him to leave the roost. He was her baby after all! She just wanted him to show some responsibility. He was turning out just like Goku for Kami's sake!

So Goten begrudgingly complied and went to visit Bulma to ask for a job. He knew it would be a piece of cake. Bulma really seemed to like him. It was a weekend and so she was in the homey section of Capsule Corp. Trunks was about to leave the house as Goten was coming in, he directed Goten to his parents' bedroom. He said he thought Bulma was in there reading or something.

Goten headed in the direction of the Brief's bedroom. He didn't see the excited face of a 12 year old girl peeking from behind a corner. He didn't notice a shadow trailing alongside his own. He pulled open the door to Bulma's bedroom and was shocked into a frozen statue of himself. Bulma gasped in surprise. She accidentally dropped the towel that was wrapped around her wet naked body. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.

"Goten!" she said, her lips trembling.

She should have been reaching for the towel to cover herself. She didn't understand why she didn't. She just stood there like a frightened deer caught in a pair of headlights.

"Bulma…" Goten replied. Something came over him. He walked slowly toward her, apprehensively. She reached down to the floor to finally grab the towel. His hand caught her arm as it was coming back up. She lifted her head to stare at him with curious and confused eyes. Goten seemed to notice what he was doing, and he quickly withdrew his hand. It didn't help. Their bodies were so close together. He could feel her body's heat radiate onto him like a space heater. Trails of the dripping water from her hair distracted him, and as they trailed down her pale, flawless body, his eyes wandered to places that were taboo to him.

Before Goten knew it, Bulma's lips were on his, hot and wet and delicious. Her body was crushing itself against his. His hand nervously touched the surface of her bare skin. It was so soft. It was so forbidden. She was ripping at his nice buttoned shirt. Her lips were trailing down his neck. She wasn't stopping.

The little girl peeking through the doorway was trembling, losing her battle with the tears that threatened to cascade down her cheeks. She ran down the hallway as fast as her little legs could carry her. She stood for a moment in shock. Her strength was being sapped from an invisible force. Her knees became weak and she slipped to a heap on the floor. Her small body raked with uncontrollable sobs.

'Goten!' she thought miserably. 'Goten…'

She could hear thumping and creaking in the other room. She could hear their love making. She could hear the whines and the moans, the hard breathing.

"Go..." her mother shouted, reaching her climax. "Gok..." There was a large intake of breath and then the name, "Goten!" came spilling out of her mother's mouth.

~End Flashback~

Bra finished applying pink lip-gloss on her lips. She sighed. "I changed my mind. I don't want you to pity me. I don't need pity!" Her words rose like a crescendo. "I'm ready to move on now. You can't have him anymore, Mother!"