Disclaimer: No, I don't own any rights to anything related to DB, DBZ, or DBGT.
Hey! Sorry about the super late update guys! I wrote two more chapters one week...was proofing reading them and making my usual 50+ changes when the power source in my PC died. After that pretty much the whole computer died. I have a new laptop now though!
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Thank you as well for the constructive criticism concerning Trunks. I was never really a fan girl, but if you read the part about him talking to Dende - It's about how Trunks used to be a fake playboy but now he is maturing into a real man. I have nothing against him and I promise his character structure will improve 3
Chapter Warnings:
1. This whole story is not for Paris Fans!
2. Crude Language
3. Goten is not the stupid, naive child in my story. For goodness sake, boys grow up!
Ages: (I know they're not accurate and don't care.)
Bra: 17
Goten: 22
Trunks: 23
Pan: 18
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Chapter Three: Confusions and Illusions
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On his long flight home, Goten couldn't help remembering his dream from the past night and stopped to think in a field outside his family's property. After all, he could never think with his nagging mother around. She was, without a doubt, looking for him at this very moment to do some of her mundane chores. Goten laughed as he was relieved that Chichi could never sense Ki signals. He laid down in the grass of crisp, green field and let the cool breeze of this nice summer day relax him for a bit, but soon after...his mind soon wandered back to the reason he had landed in that field in the first place. It wasn't just the fact that it was Bra that angered him. It was that combined with his manner of actions. Goten's large, rough hands came up to rub his tired face. "I've never acted like that in my life!" He groaned through his hands." And I sure as hell never want to!" Sitting up, Goten crossed his legs and let his hands fall into his lap. He closed his eyes in disappointment of himself. "I would never approach a girl like that. Would I?" He asked to no one in particular and plopped back down onto the ground with a sigh. "I wasn't smooth...collective...nothing. I've never been aggressive...at least not before she gave me the option. Girls always chase after me...That's how I do things...Not...not like that." He began to make himself sick with disgust. "What is wrong with my brain? Making a young virgin beg for me after I broke into her room? And fucking biting her?! I'm not a vampire and I definitely don't lose my cool like that. I'd never rush things so much and give in like that...especially not if she actually was a virgin.."
Goten's anger lowered as he thought about Paris. She had lied to him...Like always. He had asked her when they first started dating if she had been a virgin. Paris had just smiled and said "Of course, silly!". When the time came though, he quickly figured out she wasn't. She was aggressive, demanding...easy. Goten sometimes even wondered if he had to do anything to get in her pants in the first place or if all he had to do was just ask...like all the other guys did. Goten hit himself on the forehead and groaned. "I dated a crazy whore." And worst of all...lost my virginity to one...
--Meanwhile at Capsule Corp.--
The aqua-haired seventeen year old had finished her morning beauty rituals and was on her way down to the kitchen. She arrived in the doorway of the dining portion when she spotted her father and lavender-haired brother at the table, eating up the last of their large breakfast. She smiled at Trunks and walked up behind him, ruffling up his perfectly groomed locks. "I see you're finally up, loser! Were you up all night thinking about Son Pan again?" Bra laughed. Vegeta raised his eyes to his oldest spawn and snorted. Trunks blushed and grew aggravated. "Shut up, brat! I just had trouble sleeping having to hear you dream about Goten all night!" He smirked. Victorious. Bra's eyes shot open and her jaw dropped as Vegeta's plate came smashing to the tile floor. "You lying Idiot!" Bra cried as she run off back to her room. By now, Vegeta's face was blood red and he was about ready to incinerate the table in front of him. "Whoa...Uh...C-calm down, D-dad!" stuttered the dumbfounded Trunks, "I was just trying to make her mad! I was joking!" Vegeta accepted it as a joke, but was still angered at the thought of both his children with the spawns of the Son family.
Bra hurriedly reached her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She cried all the way to her bed and sat down on the closest corner. "How did Trunks know about that dream?" She whimpered in embarrassment. You see, Bra had shared that same moment with Goten in her dreams the night before. She had just brushed it off and tried to forget it. She could never see that ever happening, but now those thoughts gripped her once again. The feel of his touch...The sound of his voice...The smell of his clean skin...and that devilish smirk that she had never seen on him before. Even if Goten had been attracted to her...he would never act that animalistic with her. Would he?
"Why? Why does my mind have to do this too me? I'm finally getting over him emotionally...and now he has to plague me sexually too?" Bra calmed herself down after a few moments and pulled herself together. It was her birthday after all! She should be excited instead and making sure everything went perfect tonight. Bra did have a lot to do today. She had finally convinced her parents to throw her two parties - One for family and family friends; including her best friend Pan, Videl, Gohan, Goten, Goku, Chichi, Krillin, Eighteen, Marron, Piccolo, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, Uub, Launch, and some others. Her second party would be later that night and be mostly all her friends from school and various other places - This was the more important party in Bra's mind. She would soak up all the attention and scout out a future boyfriend.
Bra was now feeling very energized and hopped off her bed with a smile. If things were going to be ready in time...she'd have to start now! No time for moping around! She giggled one last time before running out her room to finally go fix her breakfast and begin party preparations!
The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. Bra had showered, leaving her hair down for the occasion. She was finishing getting ready as her family and close friends began gathering into the lounge at the bottom level that Bulma had recently ordered to be renovated into more of a club like setting for Bra's duel parties. It was brightly lit for now with white ceiling lights as well as blue glow lamps all over the purple-painted walls. The matching purple carpet was unusually soft and lush or "perfect for passing out on after too many drinks" as Bulma put it. The couches and recliners were all blue with black tables in front of each. The large bar in the northwest corner was covered in black metallic granite with some of the same blue glow lights built into it.
Bra eventually joined her own party. She was busy walking around and thanking all her guests for the presents she received when she noticed Goten lazily sneaking in, late of course. Goten tried his best not alert anyone of his late arrival. He did feel guilty for falling asleep in the meadow beside his house for the whole day and being late for Bra's only 17th birthday. He hoped she wouldn't notice or at least be too angry...but no such luck.
"Son Goten!" Bra screamed as loud as her saiyan voice allowed, alerting all of her guests to turn towards Goten at the entrance of the lounge. Many of them showing their disapproval of him. "What are you doing showing up at this hour?!" Bra shouted, pointing a finger at him before placing her hands on her hips, rivaling only her mother's "pissed off stance". Goten winced and tried to put on the good ol' son puppy dog eyes. He kept his head down and slowly began to raise his eyes.
His puppy eyes turned to those of pure shock as he lifted his head to get a better look at bratty birthday girl before him. His jaw slowly dropping as he took in her party attire. Goten's eyes ran along the length of her black boots, up to her thin small thighs, taking in the purple leather skirt that clung to them and the tight corset that laced up her torso forcing the leather to pull in towards the center and hug her slight curves, exaggerating them so nicely. The long, aqua tresses that hung down around her face also giving her an older, more mature allure.
"What?!" Bra screamed again, startling Goten out of his mesmerized state and making him fall back on his tush.
"I've...uh...just never seen you this angry!" He shouted in defense, trying to get back up, but to no avail as Chichi smacked him back down. "Son Goten! You should be ashamed of yourself! Upsetting someone as close to our family as Bra! You show up right as everyone is leaving! Did you get drunk and pass out again? Oh! Quit being so worthless, Goten!" Chichi finished up her angry rant and put on a nice smile, turning towards Bra. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. He'll make it up to you, I promise. Goten! You're saying for Bra's second little party! Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am." Goten said sheepishly. "Sorry, Brat. Happy Birthday."
Bra laughed as she always did at any of the mighty saiyans scared poo-less by a human family member. She turned back to party guests and wished them all a safe journey home as they left the lounge.
Goten sighed as he helped a drunk Trunks up to his room. He managed to put him to bed after many odd conversations about cheese and Pan. He shook his head at his crazy best friend and began making his way back down to the lounge. "This is going to suck..." Goten sighed. "A birthday party with a bunch of chatty teenagers and a spoiled brat."
By time Goten had gotten back to the lounge, everyone had already left and Bra was busy straightening up the bar area. Goten walked all the way in and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Bra rolled her eyes at his attempt to be "cool" after getting served by his own mother. Goten opened up his eyes just in time to catch the can hurtling towards him and looked up confused at Bra. "Just relax will ya! It won't be that bad!" She tried to say calmly. Goten just nodded and opened up his slightly shaken up beer. He chugged it down quickly and got another one from the bar before making his way over to the puffy blue couch. Goten stretched out on the comfortable couch, summoning for a third beer. Bra brought another over to him and turned off the over head white lights. Now all that lit the room was the glowing blue lights sparsely placed around. Goten raised his eyebrow at her recent action, confused and slightly drunk off his third beer.
"What's up, Bra? Getting me drinks without any complaint even though it's your birthday and killing the lights when we're all alone? Are you finally trying to get a drunk fuck outta me? I can't say I didn't see it coming..." Goten mumbled.
Bra turned bright red and screamed in frustration. "Ugh! You gross sicko! I'm just trying to get you drunk so if -no- when you embarrass me in front of my friends, I can blame it on the alcohol in your system. And I was going to turn the lights off anyway!"
Goten smirked and gave her an obvious look over, just to make her more embarrassed and angrier. "Well, good. It would never happen. I want some big tits to play with." Goten laid back on the couch, smiling, waiting for Bra's onslaught.
It worked. Bra was furious at his drunken antics. She had to stay calm though. She couldn't ruin her cool now - She could hear her friends coming down the hallway. Bra just growled and fetched Goten another beer.
As the night went on the lounge filled with teenagers, Goten remained on the couch, kept company by most of Bra's female friends. She would occasionally glance over at her friends drooling over him and just roll her eyes. "If only they knew what a jerk his was." Bra said below her breath. Goten paid no attention to the young girls though, he was mostly paying attention to Bra moving about the room and the horny teens following her around pathetically, exchanging angry stares with them at every given moment. Many of the boys would back off afterward and just watch their blossoming classmate from afar. Everything seemed to be going vaguely well until that is...a knock came from the door when all of Bra's guests were accounted for.
"Ugh. It must be my mom to check on me...Make sure you hide your drinks, guys!" Bra announced as she pushed through the crowd to the door.
She opened up the large blue door, annoyed. "What is it mo-Paris!" Bra's jaw dropped. "What do you want?"
Paris smiled, brushing through her long, brown hair with her fingers. "I'm looking for my Goten, of course. Do you have him?" Paris squealed. Thankfully, Bra hadn't opened the door all the way and she could see Goten motioning to her out the corner of her eye. "Uh...No, Paris. He came to my earlier party and left with his parents." Bra sweat dropped.
"Humph. You're lying!" Paris grew angry and pushed through Bra, knocking her to the ground and then laughing as the boys in the room took advantage and looked up Bra's skirt. She whistled and continued laughing until strong hands grasped her shoulders. "Paris! That's enough!" Goten shouted, spinning her around to face him. He looked deep into her eyes and grew angrier. "You've been smoking shit again!" He yelled in her face as she tried to do his famous puppy eyes. "What the fuck is your problem? I'm not with you have no right showing up here and you definitely cannot treat Bra like that!" Goten let go and pushed past her, remembering Bra was still on the ground. He picked her up and set her back on her feet, making sure she was okay and turning back to Paris. "Leave now." He said harshly.
Paris grew angry again and began to shout, pointing her bony finger at Bra. "Is this why you left me? For this little bimbo!"
"Paris, you're not welcome here." Goten growled and stood protectively in front of Bra, incase Paris tried to assault her again. He could feel Bra's fear and embarrassment and frowned. It was his fault.
"So that's it?" Paris raised her eyebrow. "You're leaving me for this child? Look at her! She doesn't even have any boobs yet! She must be like 12!" Paris laughed heartily along with some of Bra's own friends.
Goten heard Bra begin to cry and sniffle behind him. He couldn't take it anymore. He lost it. He would say anything to make get Paris back and embarrass her like she did Bra. "Shut your stupid, fucking mouth! Maybe I like her tits! At least they're natural and not fucking fake like those hard rocks of yours!" Goten yelled and Paris stood silent for a second before opening up her mouth again - but she was cut off by Goten again. "Maybe they can actually turn me on, unlike yours! They can bounce and be squeezed and massaged, unlike yours! And I hate to tell you, but they're a hell of a lot perkier than your plastic beach balls too!" He smirked, knowing he had won.
Both Paris and Bra's jaws dropped. Both were speechless and madly embarrassed. "I paid a lot for these!" Paris cried and ran out the lounge, followed by many of Bra's suitors - looking for a vulnerable girl. Because of all the commotion, all of Bra's guests had left. Bra couldn't even move or speak to stop them.
Goten's smirk quickly faded as he now realized he would have to turn and face bra. He blushed as well and just kept calling himself stupid over and over again in his head. Goten silently made his back to the couch and took a seat, keeping his head down. I guess Paris was payment for that fun little dream I had last night.
"I'm sorry I ruined your party bra. And I - uh...just said those things to make Paris angry...They were crude and wrong and...I don't know what the fuck I was thinking." Goten stumbled to find an excuse for the way he was acting.
Bra swallowed, still blushing and attemtped to speak clearly. "We'll just blame it on the drinks right? You'd had nine cans by then..." Bra struggled to look at him, still so embarrassed and crossing her arms over her chest as is she was trying to hide her small breasts.
Goten nodded in aggreement still looking at his feet, but noticed her gesture. His embarrassment faded as he rose from the couch. He slowly approached her, a serious look in his eyes. Bra didn't look up until he was already half-way acros the room. She was too confused over his actions to move. Goten quickly took advantage of this when he reached her and pushed her arms down away from her chest. Bra's eyes grew wide and her lips parted as if she wanted to ask him what he was doing.
Goten threw his left arm around her shoulders, his right tightly hugging around her small waist. He smirked. "Maybe it was wrong of me to say all those dirty things, but at least I wasn't lying." He said, leaning down to press his lips against her soft, plump ones. Bra in her surprise, could do nothing. Her mind was swirling with all kinds of things...she was getting dizzy and confused. But she was maturing, Bra's hormones soon kicked in and she couldn't help it any longer, she melted into Goten's rough, yet gentle kiss. Goten tightened his grip around her as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer to him. This is all she ever wanted.
Goten felt his control slipping even more. He almost let out a sigh of relief when his cell phone vibrated his back pocket. Goten broke away and Bra blushed, trying to focus her thoughts. "Hello?" Goten answered glad he was being stopped, but also angry at being stopped. A shriek came from the other end of the phone. "Goten! Quickly come outside! Your car is on fire!" Screamed Chichi.
To be continued in the next chapter...
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In the next chapter: Now I'm not gonna spoil things.
Author's Note: Sorry if it's not as good as the other two, guys! I hope you like it. I'm looking to update again soon. I'm on a creative roll 3
