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Bra Briefs' Mom has Got it Going On

Chapter 5: Desperation

Bra twiddled her thumbs together aimlessly. She frowned and opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but it closed up again. She sat still for a few more minutes, and then she finally decided it was time to relinquish her silence.

"You might want to brace yourself for what I'm about to say. It's pretty damn shocking, coming from even the likes of me. Maybe, just maybe, if you try to feel the way I feel, if you try to see things through my eyes, then you might begin to have an inkling of understanding. Though, I don't expect you to understand. Nobody knows how I feel."

Bra inhaled deeply and exhaled a trembling breath. She rubbed her forearms with her hands, trying fruitlessly to calm her nerves. "You have absolutely no clue how hard this is for me to repeat…"

Two Weeks Ago:

It was a quarter 'til 7:00 PM. Bra was sitting with her back situated up against the cherry blossom tree. It was blooming out of season. She thought that it would be perfect for the situation. The sun was setting, and its golden hues were lighting up the pink flower petals on the tree. It had a sort of ethereal beauty to it that was unforgettable.

Bra glanced at her cell phone nervously. It was only 6:40 right now, no need to be antsy. Bra tried her best to think reassuring thoughts. 'Stop worrying, Bra. He's going to come. It's still early, and it'll be okay if he's a little late anyway… as long as he comes… he will come!'

~End Flashback~

Bra threw up her arms in distress and shouted, "I'm so dense! I don't know why I thought he would actually come! I didn't even realize that it had been a stupid idea until it was 15 past 7:00. I just sat there like a loser. I checked the time every minute. By 10 'til, my palms had become clammy with anticipation and I felt queasy. I kept wiping my palms on my skirt. I didn't want them to be sweaty when Goten wanted to touch them… to hold them. Each second of every minute was agonizingly slow. When it finally hit 7:00, my eyes were glued to the horizon. I was almost able to imagine Goten flying toward me with the setting sun as his backdrop. He would be waving at me with both arms. There would be a bright Son family smile on his face. If only it wasn't just my imagination."

Two Weeks Ago:

Bra checked her cell phone again. The time was displayed as 7:01 PM. The first of many to come tears made its lonesome journey down her cheek. It dripped off of her chin and splattered on the bright LCD screen in her hands. She wiped it away with her fist. 'No… no… he might be late. If he comes and sees me crying he's going to think I'm immature!'

Bra sat perfectly still, forcibly willing her tear glands to stop producing the damned salty liquid. Her thumb pressed a button on her cell phone again. The screen lit up. It read 7:02. She glared at the screen. She didn't blink, though her eyes were burning. The screen dimmed and went black. Her thumb pressed a button again to light it up. It still read 7:02. Her hands began to shake. She lost her struggle against the tears when the time changed to 7:03.

It continued on like this. She would press a button. The screen would light up. She would watch the time. She would curse when the time changed. The screen would dim and go black. Her thumb would press a button… etc.

When the time hit 7:15, she screamed and tossed her cell phone out of sight. He wasn't coming. She knew it. There was no point in wasting her time sitting there and staring at the clock. She thought of returning to the campsite, but she changed her mind. She dreaded going back. Goten would be there, and she couldn't bear to let him see her like this. She would be embarrassed to death!

Bra got up and began to pace around the trunk of the cherry blossom tree. What should she do? She had no idea. Then, suddenly, she thought of something. If Goten didn't choose her… then… who did he choose? The answer was simple enough. She knew it, but it led to her to another question. Where was Goten? Wouldn't he at least have enough respect to come to her and tell her that he didn't feel that way about her?

Bra concentrated on Goten's ki signature and when she located his whereabouts, her heart skipped a beat. She gasped. The tears were almost automatic. She didn't know how to react. This was worse than him feeling nothing for her! This was way worse than him simply not showing up because he didn't care. She could distinctly feel his ki signature at Capsule Corporation. She could feel her Mother's ki signature so close to his own, that they were possibly overlapping one another.

Bra slid to her knees and buried her face in her hands. She curled up on the grass and screamed. "No! No! No!"

Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks and seeped through her fingers. Her chest convulsed and her voice hiccupped as she repeated the word, "No," from under her breath.

She could picture Goten reading the letter – her heartfelt declaration of love. She could see him rolling his eyes and laughing at it. "Stupid little girl," he would mutter. He had someone better than her. He had the original, not some cheap copy like her. She could picture him leaving the campsite, flying high up into the sky, hovering in the misty clouds. He would make a backwards glance at the cherry blossom tree. She was sure that he couldn't miss it, its bright pink flowers a glaringly stark contrast from the surrounding green foliage. He had good eyesight. He would probably be looking down on her like a little ant. He would laugh at her silliness. Then he would shoot off into the sky, headed toward his true love. He would no longer be able to withhold his urges. He would find Bulma and make violent love to her. In his mind, he would be laughing at silly, naïve Bra. How could she have ever thought that she might hold a candle to her Mother?

~End Flashback~

Bra laughed dryly. "Alright, alright, so I kind of have an overactive imagination. Goten wouldn't laugh at me… I don't think he would… No, he isn't like that. He's a nice boy. He would be touched by my letter. He was probably too embarrassed to tell me that he doesn't have feelings for me."

"Nevertheless, that isn't the point. I laid in a heap in the moist grass until it became dark. I cried, ignoring the chirping of bugs, and ignoring the probable worries of Pan and the others. They would be wondering where I was right about now. I didn't care. I masked my ki signature, and I cried my heart out. I allowed myself to feel miserable. And when at last I was done pitying myself, I decided it was high-time for me to change my game plan."

Bra smirked. "There is one particular thing that I did do right all along. I kept a backup plan. Remember how I told you that I'd abandoned step 3? Well, that isn't entirely true. I did force it to the back of my mind for the time being. I wasn't planning on going through with it, but I had thought a great deal about it. I prepared for it."

"As you hopefully remember, step 3 was to make Son Goku betray his wife to be with my Mother. Now, I realized somewhere along line that it was a pretty ridiculous step to my plan. I began to doubt the chances of succeeding in implementing this step in particular. I realized that Son Goku is a respectable man. He wouldn't just go and betray his wife for kicks. I wasn't even sure if he loved my Mom at the time. I knew that he had a very special affection for her. I knew this from prior experience. Just the way that he talks to her and says her name gives him away. I watched them carefully whenever they would reminisce together about their fond memories. There was definitely something there."

Bra absentmindedly moved her arms and legs up and down in the sand, creating a rudimentary sand angel in the process. "You're going to start thinking that I'm the devil in disguise right about now. This is where I began to get desperate. I realized that there was no possible way to get Goku in bed with my Mother unless some sort of… 'help' was involved. I did a lot of research to figure out what specific kind of 'help' I needed. Now… unless you have already guessed… I'm talking about psychoactive drugs."

"I was under the assumption that Goku and my Mom would never have sex together if they were in their right minds. Well, that's not entirely true. If Goku was up to it, I'm sure my Mother would be up to it too. Though, I knew that my Mother would never take advantage of Goku. So I realized that I would have to drug them both with my friend, Mr. Hallucinogen. They wouldn't be cheating. It would just be like a dream to them, a really nice dream. Well, it would be a nice dream until they woke up into a nightmare the next day." Bra smiled and giggled at the thought of it.

"After this was to be accomplished, there were many possible outcomes. For instance, Goku might realize that he has feelings for my Mother. Regardless of this, I would make sure that ChiChi and Goten found out about Goku's and my Mother's little rendezvous. A lot of things could happen, but I knew one thing was for certain. Goten would realize he was being used and he would be heartbroken. I would scoop him up into my arms and he would fall in love with his guardian angel – me."

Bra laughed. "It's a nice story, right?" Bra sat up abruptly and dusted the sand off of her hands, arms, clothing, and hair. "Well, that's enough of that. It didn't happen, so it's best that I move on with the turn of events, yes?"

"Hm… where was I?" Bra clasped her hands together and smiled. "Oh yes, I remember now. I changed my game plan. Once again, brace yourself… this is going to be kind of disturbing…"

Two Weeks Ago:

Bra hugged her legs to her chest. There was a tight frown on her face. Her eyelashes stuck together from the remnants of her prior crying. Her eyebrows were furrowed together. Numerous emotions were plastered on her face: anger, hurt, sorrow, and oddly enough… determination.

Bra's fingernails clenched her waistline. "I will not lose to her!" she suddenly spat.

She wanted vengeance, but much more than that, she wanted Goten! Her thoughts were no longer a frantic pandemonium of worry. She had managed to calm herself down. 'What can I do now to win Goten's heart?' she wondered.

"Well, Bra," she spoke with a trained calm tone, "it's obvious that the only problem is my Mother. I need to get rid of my Mother. I can have him if she's out of the picture."

~End Flashback~

Bra genuinely burst out into hearty laughter. "I can just picture the look on your face! To answer your question… no… I'm not that evil. I'm not going to become a psychotic murderer and go and kill my own Mother. I may not like my Mother, but I would never kill her! No, I thought of something much better than that. I'm not quite finished with this 'new' plan of mine, but so far, so good." Bra winked at her audience. "I'll let you in on my new plan once I've finished explaining that which needs explanation."

Two Weeks Ago:

Bra glanced at her retrieved cell phone. It was currently 9:00 PM. A lot had happened since she'd angrily thrown it on the forest floor. For starters, she'd picked it up, secondly, she'd returned home – with a masked ki of course – and picked up something important, thirdly, she'd noticed that Goten was gone, fourthly, she'd resisted the urge to kill her Mother, and lastly, she'd returned to the campsite as stealthily as she had left. Of course, she'd taken her sweet time in returning, and so her absence was noticed.

There was a group of people surrounding the campfire. Goku, Gohan, Pan, Marron, and Krillin were all present. ChiChi, Videl, and 18 had no doubt gone to sleep already. Pan sprung to her feet at the sight of Bra.

"Hey you! Where were you for like… three hours!" she shouted.

Bra could feel a headache coming on. "I went for a walk in the forest."

Pan narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Oh, that must have been fun," she stated plainly. She walked up to Bra and crossed her arms. Bra could tell that she was suspicious of something. She imagined Pan sniffing around her like a bloodhound.

"It was," Bra replied, completely unshaken by Pan's sudden advance.

Pan wasn't finished with her assault of curiosity. "So…" she began, "you wouldn't happen to know where Goten is, would you?"

The instant Goten's name escaped Pan's lips, Bra felt as if a dagger had struck her heart. She had the sudden urge to slap Pan, as if she had uttered something obscene.

"N – no!" Bra stammered. 'Damn her!' she thought.

Pan smirked in triumph. "Whatever, if you say so. It's just, he left around the same time you did, and he still hasn't returned."

Bra frowned. 'If he's not with my Mom anymore, and he isn't here… where did he go?' Bra shook her head to clear her thoughts. She knew why he wasn't here. He didn't want to see her face right now. It made enough sense.

Bra accompanied Pan and joined the others around the campfire. They were telling ghost stories – another such thing that Bra was not in the least interested in. She instead chose to tune the group out and focus on what she planned on doing. She couldn't lie. She was actually kind of nervous. What she was about to do would not be easy.

She couldn't seem to figure out a plan. She could feel nervous butterflies flitting around in the bottom of her stomach. Goten had better love her after this, because this was her ultimate sacrifice!

Bra disciplined her nerves. 'Be patient Bra, just be patient! It will all fall into place.' She sat and listened to the stories and the jokes and the plain-old chit-chat of friends and family. Pan and Marron were the first to leave. It was now 10:30 PM.

"C'mon Bra, it's getting late! We're gonna go to bed," Pan said, pulling on Bra's forearm.

Bra glared resentfully at Pan's hand. She hated this about Pan. She was incredibly bossy. Bra didn't like this one bit, and she also hated when people invaded her personal space. She did not like to be touched.

"I'll catch up with you in a little bit," Bra muttered, pulling her arm away from Pan's grasp. She didn't see the confused expression on Pan's face. She didn't notice Marron shrug her shoulders at Pan.

Waiting was like torture. She didn't want to have to do what she was going to do. She'd never done anything like it before, and so she was nervous her plan might not work. She wanted to just hurry it along already, but found that when Gohan too had left the group, she was praying that Krillin would at least stay awhile longer.

Krillin did stay for about half an hour longer than Gohan did. At 11:50, he got up and stretched his limbs. "I'm gonna hit the hay you guys," he announced.

Bra could feel her heart sink in her chest. It was now or never. She desperately wanted to just give up now. She didn't want to go through with it, but she sat glued to her spot on the ground. No! She had to do this, for Goten. It would be worth it for Goten!

Bra was never the life of the party. She knew if she didn't speak up soon, Goku would leave as well. "Hey, Uncle Goku, do you want some hot chocolate?"

It was a simple question. It wouldn't work on anybody but Goku. Hot chocolate at 12:00 AM is downright silly. Chocolate has caffeine, and caffeine means no sleep. However, in Goku's case, the will of his stomach was stronger than the will of his mind.

"You know what? That sounds great!" Goku exclaimed with a bright smile.

Bra forced a small smile of her own. She kind of felt bad for the poor guy. This was going to hurt him more than it would hurt her. "In that case, I'll be right back."

Bra retrieved a pot and some bottled water. She heated up the water in the pot over the campfire. Once it started to boil, she excused herself to go get the hot chocolate mugs and mix. She brought the hot water with her. She carefully poured the hot water into the mugs, followed by the hot chocolate mix. She stirred the mix in with a spoon. She stared at the cups of steaming liquid for a moment. She pulled a little pouch out of her pocket. It was filled with a fine powdery substance. She opened it up and carefully poured the substance into one of the mugs. Her hand trembled as she poured it in and thoroughly stirred it up. She sniffed at it to see if it had a funny odor, it didn't, but to be sure, she added extra hot chocolate mix to the concoction to make sure Goku wouldn't taste any off flavor in his drink.

She walked back as slowly as possible. She was nervous. Her whole body was quivering. She didn't want to screw up, not now. She had to be careful!

"Here you go," she said, handing Goku his mug.

"Thanks a bunch, Bra!" he replied, taking in a whiff of the hot and steamy beverage.

Bra winced. She felt as if he could read her mind. He had to know what she was up to! He took his first sip. She took in a deep breath full of apprehension.

Goku smiled and said. "Mmm… delicious!"

Bra laughed nervously. "Thanks."

Bra didn't have a lot of time to think about what she was about to do. She did have time earlier, but now it seemed as if it had all become real. The truth of it hit her like a speeding bullet.

Goku gulped down his hot cocoa, and within minutes she could tell that he was loopy and disoriented. Her first clue was that he tipped his head and said, "Woah… when did you get here?"

She absentmindedly wondered what he was seeing. Was his vision hazy? Was everything colorful? He was moving kind of slowly. His motor skills were messed up. She felt awkward now. How was she to begin? What should she do?

"Um… Follow me, Goku," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging his languid body behind her.

"Okaaaybulma…" his voice slurred.

Bra dragged him through the forest of trees. She was searching for a good secluded spot. "What did you just say?" she asked.

"Okayyy Bulma," he said more distinctly.

Bra's throat immediately constricted. 'Holy shit! This is way too easy! He already thinks I'm her, and I didn't even have to try to convince him!"

Bra fumbled with her cell phone again. The time read 12:15 AM. Bra couldn't find a good spot, and she knew she never would. She needed to work quickly. The faster she got this over with, the better. She pulled Goku closer to her body and his arms encircled her waist. He smiled at her, but it wasn't his usual goofy smile. It seemed… different. To her, this smile didn't belong on his face. It looked as if he was smirking at her.

"Something the matter?" he asked, his voice surprisingly fluid.

Bra's heart palpitated in her chest. Her eyes widened it alarm. "No."

Bra knew that even in his drugged state, he would not go any further without a little push. She batted her eyelashes and encircled her arms around his neck. She stood on her tiptoes and smacked his lips against her own. She gave him a deep, wet, passionate kiss. This would be sure to turn him on.

Their lips broke apart with a soft smacking sound. She could see the lust and longing in his eyes, but immediately, she realized that it wasn't enough. Goku pulled backward with a frown.

"B – Bulma, I can't…" he protested.

Bra slyly moved her index finger up to his lips to silence him. "Shhh… don't worry," she whispered. "Nothing's wrong with this, you're dreaming, Goku."

Goku's eyes widened in surprise. "I – I am?" he asked.

She could tell by the puzzled expression on his face that he was very confused of whether or not he was really lucid in the first place. It would be easy to convince him.

"Yes, darling," she crooned, running her hand softly against his face. "We can finally be together."

Goku rested his head in the nook of her neck. She shuddered as she felt his moist breath press against her skin. "So long," he murmured in an almost whiny voice.

"What?" Bra asked.

"19 years, Bulma… so long," he moaned.

She could feel his rough hands on her waist; he fumbled with the clasp on her skirt. He managed to undo the clasp and pull the skirt down to her ankles. As he was lifting her shirt, she gasped. She didn't gasp from what he was doing. She gasped because she'd put two and two together. 'Goku has slept with my Mother before!'

She didn't have time to ponder this discovery, because she nearly shoved Goku away as she realized that his hand was trailing its way into her underwear. She resisted the urge to scream. As he fondled her, she thought, "Pretend that it's Goten. Pretend that it's Goten. He looked so similar to him, perhaps it was possible."

"I love you, Bulma," he whispered in her ear.

That was the moment that she'd lost all hope of convincing herself she was making love to Goten.

About 30 Minutes Later:

Bra lay down in the dew covered grass. Her skin had goose bumps all over it. She was cold, and she felt so dirty. Goku lay next to her with his arm casually strewn over her chest. He was sound asleep. She on the other hand, had never felt so alert and wakeful in her entire life.

She carefully brushed Goku's arm off of her chest and she tiptoed around the premises, picking up her clothing. She hurriedly got dressed and made her way back to camp. She snuck into the girls' tent and grabbed her bag of belongings. She flew as fast as she could away from the campsite. She wasn't paying any attention to where she was headed. She just knew that she had to get the hell out of there.

She eventually landed at the small lake where only hours earlier, she'd swam with Goten. It brought back menacing memories of what could have been, but at this point she didn't care. She felt too damn dirty to care.

She ripped off her soiled clothing and shivered as she noticed the trail of blood running down her thigh. And to think that she had been saving herself for Goten! Nevertheless, she had done all of this for him. She fumbled through her bag until she found a bar of soap. She jumped into the water and ignored the cold chill that immediately blanketed her entire body.

She rubbed the soap against every square inch of her skin. She scrubbed so hard that her skin began to rash. She didn't care. She felt so filthy. The scrubbing of disinfectant didn't help one bit. When she was dry and wearing clean clothing, she still felt as if she was soiled. She absentmindedly wondered if this feeling would ever go away.

She threw her dirty clothing in the air and incinerated it with a ki blast. She then took off into the sky again, and she didn't stop until she reached Pelican Isle. She touched down on the empty beach. She curled up into a little ball beneath a palm tree, and she cried for hours.

~End Flashback~

Bra drew a heart in the sand. "That's not the end of my story."

She reached over to her side and dragged a sky blue bag toward her body. She reached into the bag and produced her cell phone. She fumbled with it for a moment. She held up the screen so that it was in plain sight. Displayed on the screen was a small picture of a microphone, beneath it, it read: Audio Recording.

"I told you that I would do anything for Goten," she said, before pressing a button and playing what had been recorded.

There was a lot of moaning. There was an indistinct voice of a female, and there was also a recognizable voice of a male. Without a doubt, it was the voice of Son Goku. A lot of harsh breathing could be heard, shuffling, panting, moaning, and squealing. Then, there was a soft unrecognizable whisper. Without warning, Goku began to shout, "Oh, oh yes! Bulmaaaa!"

Bra made a distasteful frown and stopped the sound clip. "You get the idea. I bet you can't guess what I'm going to do with this little gem!" Bra smirked and said, "Go ahead, admit that you hate me now."