I do not own Dragonball Z.
Time. It's a funny thing, time is. It can do weird things to a person. It can make you forget or it can make you remember everything. At that point in time, all Goten wanted to do was forget, but time wouldn't let him. It never did. It seemed the longer he had to think about something, the more he remembered about it. And he knew that it was only a matter of time before he went back to her.
It was only a matter of time before the mesmerizing sway of her hips or the musical sound of her voice broke him. It would have been easier for him to forget her, if he didn't have to see her every day, but she was always there. He could feel her blue eyes follow his every move when they were in the same room. Her suggestive little smiles that said she knew something he didn't. And perhaps she did. Perhaps she knew it was only a matter of time before she had him again.
It was only a matter of time before she made him break down with her coy little gestures. Seemingly innocent to everyone else, he knew otherwise. Simple seduction, he called it. The way she would lay a hand on his arm when talking. Her fingers ever so slightly brushing against his skin, sending shivers up his spine. She would brush against him in the hallways, again her hand lightly stroking his tail as he past.
It made him mad that she deliberately did these things to him. That she would provoke him like that. There was nothing he could do. He was in no position to say anything to her.
The flirty smiles and not so casual glances weren't the worst of his problems. He might have been able to deal with all of that if Trunks didn't make him train with her. Goten had no idea why his Prince wanted him to spar with the Princess. It was nothing short of torture for him. Not only did he find out that she was much stronger than him, but she also enjoyed toying with him.
To her it was all a game. For him, it was pure hell. He found that he couldn't concentrate when fighting with her anymore. His thoughts always went back to what they used to do when the spar was over and she always took that opportunity to lay him out. Goten almost lost his control on more than one occasion when he found her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to squeeze him to death. She always took the time to whisper something seductive in his ear, to break his concentration, to remember her.
They never sparred alone. Trunks was always there, sometimes with Kiao to watch their progress, but neither of them saw what was really going on. They never heard her words or saw the effect she had on him. He'd be dead if they did. After the spar, Kiao would lead her away, making sure to wrap some available appendage around her sleek hips. Goten swore it was to just piss him off, but he knew it wasn't. Bra was his girl now and soon he'd be free to take full advantage of it.
Even though he told himself he didn't want her, it didn't stop the furious rage that bubbled up inside of him at the sight of her with the commander. He could deny it all he wanted, but she was still his. It was plain to see to everyone that she despised Kiao with a passion. He could tell that his touch revolted her and some days it was all he could do not to beat him for doing so.
Goten knew that she was waiting for him. She had said so on more than one occasion. All of the stories of her were true. She was a temptress, but he already knew that, didn't he. His denial was driving him mad. He didn't just want her. He needed her, more now than ever before. She was right there calling to him, with her mind, with her body, with her soul and she needed him too.
A man could only take so much teasing from the one he loved, before that person broke him for good. He didn't know how long it'd been since that night in his room, when he so coldly told her off. He'd been hurt and deceived and wanted her pain to match his own. It was only now that he had the time to think about it that he realized that she must have been feeling the same pain. His grandfather's words echoed in his mind, a steady mantra: It changes nothing for her. She is the crown Princess of all of Vegetasei and still she chose him, a lowly third class warrior. He found it ironic that his family was once again entangled with the crown.
While lying in his room alone, contemplating the drastic turns his life has taken since meeting her, he had an epiphany. He still loved her. It doesn't matter what her name is or her rank or who her family is. He still loved her. He found that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't hold against her the hurtful things she did in the past. Bra only did what she thought would keep him safe. She loved him, he loved her, and nothing should keep them apart. Isn't that what his brother died for? Love? For the love he had for his wife and daughter and Goten knew, that if given the chance Gohan would do it all over again.
If he had to die, then he wanted to die happily in her arms with no regrets and he knew if he didn't go to her he would regret it. Bra had won their little game. He would go to her and find a way to forgive her and no matter what the consequences, she would be his again.
The day found him sooner than he thought when Pan angrily kicked him out her rooms. The Prince, the King, and the royal council were in meetings today and he was supposed to be helping her with baby Vegeta - named after his grandfather, in honor of the tradition that was broken with Trunks. He was supposed to be getting to know the child so that when it came time for him to start training there would be no problems. However Goten's thoughts where on other things and he was more trouble than not. Baby Vegeta hated him about as much as his mother did and after the last blunder, Pan could take no more and threw him out.
He let his feet take them where they would and they chose the path to the Princess private training room, where he knew she would be. He had never been here before, but he knew where it was. When Trunks had them spar together, it was always in the main training facilities. No one but the royal family was allowed in there. He didn't stop when he reached the doors; he just strode right in like he belonged there.
She was at the other end of the room, her back turned to him. It was obvious that she hadn't been doing any heavy training that day. All she was wearing was the red spandex suit that went under her armor. She turned to him slowly, a triumphant smirk on her beautiful face. It was almost like she knew he would be coming. He took in the tight fit of her outfit that showed off all of her womanly curves.
Goten glared at Bra as he made his way toward her. The smirk on her face only grew wider the closer he got. Neither said a word as he wrapped her in his arms and claimed her mouth with his own. She returned his kiss eagerly, burying her hands in his hair. He let his hands roam over every part of her spandex clad body as he slowly lowered her to the floor of the training room. Piece by piece, their clothes came off until they were left with nothing more than skin touching skin.
She moaned his name as she brought his mouth up from her breast and kissed him deeply. Soon their bodies would be reunited and anything else will cease to exist.
"Beta," Goten moaned passionately, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he prepared to join them.
He was only moments away from filling her when she placed a small hand against his chest, stopping him. He opened his eyes and looked down at her questioningly. Twin pools of blue met his black as she reached up and stroked his cheek.
"Say my name, Goten." Bra said to him softly.
He stared at her confused for a moment, and then realized his folly. She wasn't really Beta, not anymore and never was to begin with. But her mind, body, and spirit were the same and the name didn't mean anything to him anymore. His body trembling with need, he lowered his head down to hers and kissed her softly. As he slowly entered her, he said her name.
"Bra, " He whispered against her lips, "I love you, my Princess." He said as began to move.
Bra wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and moved with him. Goten wanted so badly to take his time with her. It'd been years since the last time they were together and he didn't know if he'd be able to. Her body quivered underneath him and her moans became more urgent.
Their bodies moved in perfect union as each worked to bring pleasure to the other. Finally, they crested together, the cries of ecstasy mixing.
Bra laid her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart slow down to normal as she caught her own breath. She sighed happily and snuggled closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her tighter. The intense encounter had been short, but fulfilling.
Bra let her eyes drift shut as the beating of his heart and his body heat lead her to sleep. She thought about the little cat and mouse game they had played for so long and how thrilled she was that he finally broke down. She thought about what the future might hold for them, but didn't really care. As long as she had Goten, everything would be fine. All the cares in the world seemed to disappear when she was with him. It was only the two alone together in the universe. Nothing else mattered.
She had just about drifted off to sleep, when a deep rumbling from Goten's chest woke her. Her eyes shot open wide when she heard it again and she realized that Goten was talking to her. In the heat of the moment, communication skills had been lost to her and now she blushed as she realized that she hadn't said more than a handful of words to him since he entered the room. Reluctantly she lifted her head to look at him.
"What did you say?" She asked softly.
Goten gave her a smile. He thought she looked absolutely beautiful with her hair all disheveled and her eyes half open. "I just have to know one thing." He said seriously. "How did you manage to hide out for so long? And the hair and eye trick. I just can't fully figure it out."
Bra grinned mischievously. "Goten, my mother was a genius and none of it was lost on me as it was my brother." She gave a light laugh at the shocked look on his face and then snuggled deeper into the warm cocoon of his arms. "It was simple, actually. Some dye for my hair, color for my eyes. The tricky part was covering my Ki. Those fuckers can sense someone miles away if they want to."
"Ki sensing? Trunks has been trying to teach me how to do that for some time now. I still can't do it without a scouter though." Goten said.
Bra sighed and lazily ran her hand through his hair. She was enjoying this peaceful moment being able to lie in his arms and talk to him. She knew the time was short and that they were taking a great risk in doing so, but she was relishing every second of it.
"It's really not that hard." She said. "All you have to do is concentrate a little harder than normal. You can sense a blast getting ready to hit you and you can sense me right now. It's really no different from that."
"Yeah," Goten said. "But you're right here with me and sensing a blast is a reflex. The way Trunks is trying to teach me is too complicated."
Bra snorted. "Trunks is an idiot. It's easy. All you have to do is relax and concentrate. Like this."
Bra closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. She wasn't as good as her brother or father, but she could feel the people walking around in the palace. She zoned in on her father's Ki. "Dad is with Trunks and some other people." She said absently. "They must still be meeting." She scanned some of the people in the room to see if she recognized them. She found no one of significance. Just as she was about to stop and try explaining it to Goten, something caught her attention.
Goten was just laying there watching her in fascination as she focused on the other people in the palace. It was a useful tactic, he knew. He just didn't get it. He'd watch Trunks do it a thousand times. He noticed that it took Bra a little more effort to do it than it did Trunks, but he was still impressed. Everything about this woman impressed him. He was just thinking that he should have his way with her again when he felt her tense.
"Bra, what is it?" He asked as he watched her face form a frown. She shushed him quickly and continued to be silent for a few seconds. Then her eyes popped open and she jumped up.
"Shit!" She exclaimed. "Goten, get dressed now." Bra ordered.
He lay there confused for a moment as he watched her throw her body suit back on. "What is it?" He asked again. "I thought you said that your father was still in meetings."
Bra gave him an annoyed look. "They are." She hissed. "But for some reason Kiao is on his way here. He'll be here any minute!" She said while throwing Goten his clothes.
Goten paled and started scrambling into his suit. This wasn't good at all. He didn't have permission to be in here and whenever Kiao was involved, it meant trouble. "Why is he coming here now?" Goten said, panicking. He reached for his breastplate and started to put it on.
"No time!" Bra said, and then blasted him at point blank range.
The blast caught him off guard and he was sent flying backwards into a wall. The part of his armor that wasn't attached yet broke off. Goten looked up dazed, just in time to catch the fist aimed for his face.
"Bra!" Goten screeched, confused as he blocked a kick to his side. "What are you doing?"
Bra growled and jumped away from him. "Fight me you idiot! We have to make it look like we have been sparring before he gets here."
With that, she jumped back toward him and began a rapid succession of kicks and punches. Goten caught on quick and began his attack. He just managed to break through her defenses and land a mean uppercut to her jaw that sent her flying backwards, when the door to the training room opened.
Bra went with the momentum of the hit and flipped in the air to land gracefully on her toes. A hand went up to her sore jaw as she stared daggers at Goten who only grinned sheepishly. She changed the direction of her glare to land on Kiao who had his eyes narrowed dangerously at Goten.
"What's going on here?" Kiao questioned, his voice hard.
"What does it look like, you fucking moron? We've been sparring." Bra answered in an icy voice.
Kiao didn't take his eyes off Goten. "I've been looking for you. You have no reason to be in here. You were supposed to be with Pan." He said the edge in his voice never leaving.
Goten opened his mouth to answer, but Bra beat him to it. "That's hardly any of your concern, Kiao. I sent for Goten so that I could have a sparring partner."
Kiao finally turned his attention to the Princess. "It is my business when the third class piece of shit is alone with my wife." He growled.
Bra snorted. "Don't talk about me as if I am your property. I've told you before, I don't care what deal my father has made with you. I'll never be your wife. Do not forget your place, Kiao." Bra said in a deadly voice. "Or you may not live much longer."
Kiao narrowed his eyes at Bra, but didn't say anything more. He turned to Goten, who had stayed quiet the entire time. Inside Goten was fuming at Kiao's words. He wanted to choke the bastard to death, but he knew his place.
"We'll just have to see what the King has to say about your "spontaneity", third class. And if I ever catch you near my wife again, I won't hesitate to end your miserable existence."
Goten smirked at him. He knew that Kiao could not do anything to him. It was true that he outranked him, but he was under Trunks' protection. He had no right to do anything without consulting Trunks first and Goten knew the Prince would not dispose of him for sparring with his sister. Kiao knew it too, so his threat was a hollow one. Although, dealing with the King was an entirely different matter.
Kiao growled and existed the room, waving over his shoulder for Goten to follow him. Goten took one last look at Bra, who was standing with her feet apart and arms crossed over her chest, an angry scowl on her pretty face. She looked over to him and gave him a coy smile.
"I'll see you later." She purred. The foul mood she was in earlier gone now.
Goten smiled, and then took off to catch up to the commander. Bra watched him go till the door slide shut behind him, then she sighed and ran a hand through her messy blue hair. Things were going to get a lot more interesting around the palace now that she had Goten. She intended to spend every available moment with him. Now all she had to do was figure out a way to do that . . .
Trunks sighed tiredly as he entered his room. It'd been yet another long day arguing with his father and other members of the council. He was all but sick and tired of them trying to tell him how to run things. True, he wasn't king yet, but he would be soon and he wanted to start running things his way. His father was sure that he was going to screw something up and that was the main reason that he was mad. He really needed to get rid of the old man, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. He was, after all, his father. The man who raised him and taught him everything he knew. The thought of killing him just to take over the empire sickened him. Vegeta, of course, blamed this on his mother and her weak genes.
He had never given much thought to it before, though he had always known what he had to do. It wasn't until recently, with the deadline fast approaching, that he realized it in full clarity. He had to murder his father, in front of everyone. The date was set for his sister's birthday. A two-day celebration starting off with Bra's marriage ceremony and ending the next day with his father's death and Trunks' rise to power.
Perhaps he was weak. He didn't doubt his ability to run the empire better than his father had. He doubted his ability to kill the old bastard when the time came. This was causing him to come up with reasons to move D-day down. Another reason that he and the council were arguing. They wanted things to go smoothly and as quick as possible. He knew his father was disappointed in him, but he didn't say much on the subject, only cursed his mother for it.
Trunks sighed again and moved to the bedroom. He didn't want to think about such things now. All he really wanted was to bury his troubles in the mindless passion that his wife brought. He only hoped that the brat would sleep through the night this one time.
When he reached the bedroom, he was a little surprised to find his wife laying there waiting for him; without their child curled up next to her. Trunks really did think that she coddled the boy too much, but he wasn't going to complain right now.
Pan smiled seductively. "I've been waiting for you." She purred, rising from the laying position to sit and greet him.
Trunks grinned and quickly disrobed. In the blink of an eye, he was in the bed, wrapping his large arms around her tiny frame. Pan giggled as he crushed her to him and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent. She managed to break out of his bone crushing hold to wrap her arms around his neck and bring his mouth down to hers for a breathtaking kiss. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored hers.
They finally broke apart for air, both panting heavily. "Pan . . . " Trunks murmured, his mouth now devouring her neck in kisses while his hands roamed over her now curvy form. After having the baby, her once sleek body now had curves, no matter how much she trained, and Trunks found himself loving them. Pan moaned and arched up to him and buried her hands in his hair.
Trunks laid Pan back against the soft pillows on the bed and found her mouth with his for another searing kiss as he positioned himself. Just as the two bodies were going to join, a loud, shrill screech rang through the room. Pan immediately tensed, her legs almost crushing Trunks as they reflexively snapped closed. Pan sighed wearily and began to sit up to go and retrieve her child.
Trunks blinked a few times in a confused manner at the sudden change in his wife as he was pushed off of her. Once warm and inviting, she was suddenly cold and un-welcoming. The crying in the next room only grew louder as his demands were not immediately taken care of. Trunks suddenly felt like doing the same.
Pan moved to get off the bed when her arm was grabbed and she was forced back. She turned to see an almost desperate look in Trunks eyes. She growled and tried to yank her arm out of his grasp, but he held firm. He pulled her back against his body and began to nuzzle her neck, trying to get back in the mood.
"Where do you think your going?" Trunks questioned in a husky voice.
Pan sighed. "Our son is calling me. I have to take care of him." She said trying not to be pulled back in.
"Let the servants take care of him. That's what they are there for." Trunks purred as he began to massage her.
Pan winced and pulled away from him. Her breasts were painfully full, signaling that it was indeed time to feed her son. "There are no servants. I told them that I would be taking care of him by myself."
Trunks didn't let up and tried to pull her back again. The crying in the next room grew in intensity. "Then let him cry." Trunks growled beginning to become frustrated.
"No!" Pan protested, trying to pull his hand off of her arm. "He needs to be taken care of."
"Damn it, Pan," Trunks cried, "What about me? I need to be taken care of too."
"You can wait." Pan growled, glaring at him. "My son needs me."
Trunks met her cool gaze with his own. Thoughts of sex were all but forgotten in their little staring match. Now all he wanted to do was prove his place with her.
"By law on Vegetasei, that boy is not your son. He is mine and I will say how he will be raised." Trunks said angrily. "And you are just a woman and you will listen to what I say." He finished with a growl, satisfied that he'd gotten his point across.
He soon found that to be the wrong thing to say to this particular woman. He saw Pan's eyes go wide with shock then the next thing he knew her fist was embedded in his face. In his shock, he let go of her arm and tumbled backward off the bed to land on his head. He fell over, landing on his back in time to see Pan get up and disappear into the nursery.
Trunks lay there for a second, too stunned to move. Then, slowly, he got up and sat down on the bed. He'd somehow forgotten that he hadn't married a submissive woman and probably wouldn't be making the same mistake twice. The howling in the next room stopped and a few minutes later Pan returned, son in tow.
Pan gave Trunks a smug look as she sat back against the pillows. Baby Vegeta was now as happy as could be; cooing and giggling as Pan prepared to feed him. Trunks glared at the boy as he turned his bright blue eyes toward him and gave him a toothless grin that Trunks swore was mocking. He gave a yip of shock as he swore the boy stuck his tongue out at him before turning to be fed. Trunks growled, when exactly had he turned from something to be feared to something to laugh at?
Pan sighed content as her son began to feed himself. She smiled down at the boy as his little, fuzzy brown tail wrapped itself around her arm and he started purring softly. Pan looked up at him and smiled, but he could only frown as his frustrations hit a new level.
Trunks got off the bed and started putting his training suit on. His body needed release and since it was obvious that Pan wasn't going to be giving that to him now, he'd find it in beating the crap out of someone. Pan watched Trunks with amused eyes as he stalked around the room getting dressed. She didn't say anything to him though; she was still pissed about his earlier comment.
Finally dressed, he turned to give one last baleful glare at the infant that had stolen his wife from him before stalking out of the room to find Goten and vent some of his frustrations.
"Shit," Goten whispered breathlessly followed by a long moan as Bra moved down on him to grind their hips together.
Bra watched him through half-lidded eyes as she began to move over him again. She gasped then moaned loudly, tossing her head back as his hands found her hips and took over control.
The slowly building wave of ecstasy came crashing down on her hard as she fisted her hands into the sheets and she cried out her pleasure. He trembled from the fierceness of his climax as the two of them lay panting.
"Sweet God!" Goten cried, still slightly out of breath. "We're not doing that again. You could have killed me."
Bra giggled beside him and rolled onto her side to look at him. One hand went to his chest to trace the curve of the muscles there. "You said that last time." She said softly, with some amusement in her voice. "I'm beginning to think you like it, you masochist."
Goten grunted and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his side. Bra sighed and snuggled closer to him. It'd been about a week since their last encounter and this was the first time that they'd managed to get together. It was late at night and Bra had snuck out of her room to be with him. She was beginning to enjoy the thrill of sneaking around to see him. It added an element of excitement to their relationship.
"Soon we will be together always." Bra murmured.
"How?" Goten said a little sadly.
"Simple." Bra said as if she was talking to a child. "I'm going to kill Kiao as soon as my brother takes the throne. He won't care who I choose as a husband after that and besides, he likes you."
"Bra," Goten said tersely. "You are aware that he moved the date down. Now he's going to wait until his son is older, for some reason. Why don't you just kill him now?"
"If I kill Kiao now, then daddy will just find someone else for me to marry. And unlike my brother and my father, I don't enjoying killing tons of innocent people just because they are in my way. Hmm, maybe we should just leave." Bra said.
"Leave? Vegetasei?" Goten questioned, shocked.
"Yeah, go and find another peaceful planet to live on, far away from here. Somewhere no one would ever think to look for us. I bet if my mother's planet was still around we could live in peace there." She said with a faraway look in her eyes.
"Your mother's planet?" Goten once again questioned, lost on the subject.
"Yeah, my mom was an alien. Her planet was purged when she was young and she came here to live, met my father, turned into a Sayain and had my brother and me." Bra said simply.
"Oh." Goten said completely lost now. He didn't ask any more questions on the subject. He got the feeling that he wouldn't understand the answers anyway. "How about we take a bath?" He asked instead.
Bra nodded her head in agreement and they got up and went into the bathing chambers. Goten's bath wasn't nearly as large or as nice as hers, but it suited its purposes just fine. Goten drew a hot bath and the two got in. Bra swam over to Goten, straddled his lap, and began to kiss him deeply.
He raised a hand out of the water and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. He grinned at her. "I almost forgot what a nympho you are." He said.
Bra laughed and slid off his lap, much to Goten's disappointment. "Wash my back." She ordered.
"Yes, Princess." Goten said obediently, giving her a salute.
Bra laughed again, went to the edge of the tub, and leaned her head on it. Goten came up behind her with a sponge and began to slowly rub it across her back. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
"You know," Goten said, "we really have to stop meeting like this. Maybe we should leave so we can be together. How do you know that your father doesn't already know that you're here?"
"If daddy knew that I was here, then he'd already be here, beating the shit out of you." Bra answered with her eyes still closed.
Both suddenly froze as their sensitive hearing picked up something outside of the room. Bra turned to Goten with wide, fear-filled eyes. His eyes matched her own as they listened to someone fumble with the code to Goten's room. The only people that had codes to his room were Goten and the royal family, who had access to all rooms in the palace.
"Oh no!" They both said in union. Goten immediately backed away from Bra, then jumped out of the bath all together. Grabbing a nearby towel, he ran from the bathing chamber to meet whoever was coming in. Bra watched him go, then began to look around for a way out. The only way out of the bathroom was through the main room and that was where the person was entering. She sank low into the tub, paralyzed with fear of what might happen.
Goten ran into the main room just as the person was coming in. He was terrified that it would be the King or someone come to drag him to the King. He didn't relax any when he saw a very pissed off Trunks enter his room. He stared at Trunks, trembling, waiting for him to say or do something.
Trunks stared at Goten still silently ranting in his head, too pissed off to do much else or notice anything out of the ordinary. Though, he did notice that Goten was trembling slightly and wearing only a towel. He wrote it off that he'd spooked him by coming in the way he had, this late at night.
"What the hell is your problem?" Trunks question harshly when he noticed that Goten hadn't relaxed at all.
"N-nothing." Goten said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. He gave a nervous laugh and his hand went behind his head to rub his neck.
Trunks gave him weird looks for a moment longer before shaking his head and turning to leave. "Meet me in the training room." He called over his shoulder as he walked out the door.
Goten stood there for a few minutes after Trunks left, dumbfounded as to what that was all about. He let out a relieved sigh that he hadn't been there to kill him for sleeping with his sister. Slowly and unsurely, he turned and went back to his bathroom.
When he walked into the room, he couldn't find Bra anywhere. "Bra?" He called out softly, afraid that Trunks would come back and hear him. No reply came back, so he began looking for her. He walked over to the tub and peered over the side. He couldn't see anything in the water as Bra had, at some point, added bubbles to the entire thing. Just as he was about to go and look somewhere else, a blue head popped up from under the surface. He jumped back in surprise, slipping on the water on the floor and falling on his ass.
Two frightened blue eyes looked frantically around the room, as if searching for the royal guard or her father to pop out of some hiding spot. She rose out of the water and went to help Goten up.
"Who was it?" She asked, still scared.
"It was Trunks. He seemed pissed off about something. Though, I don't think he knew you were here. He told me to meet him in the training room then walked out." Goten answered.
"What?" Bra said, blue eyes wide with shock.
Goten just shrugged his shoulders. "That's what he said. I'd better go before he decides to come back."
Bra agreed and the two went back into the bedroom and got dressed. After dressing, they went to the main door and Goten opened it and peered outside, checking for anyone in the area. Satisfied that no one was around, he kissed her.
"I'll see you soon." He whispered.
Bra nodded and took one last look around before disappearing down the hall, moving to fast for anyone to see. Goten shut the door, then went to the passage in his room that led to the main training facilities and left to meet Trunks.
Bra reappeared a little way down the hall from Goten's room. She nervously looked around, and then began walking at a normal pace. She turned a corner and ran into a passing guard. Surprised, the two just looked at each other, before the guard came to his senses and dropped to one knee.
"I-I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't see you." He said humbly.
Bra also came to her senses and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well," She said in a snotty voice. "You should watch where I'm going next time."
With that, she took off down the hall, desperately wanting to get to her room before she ran into someone else.
Vegeta watched as his daughter pranced around the room. The last couple of weeks she'd been in a much better mood and he was starting to get suspicious. The two hadn't fought about anything and that was also unusual. They never agreed on anything, but lately it seemed that she was just too happy to disagree. Even Kiao's presents didn't unnerve her the way it used to. Though, she wasn't treating him any better than before. So, it didn't have anything to do with him.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes in thought. Something had changed. He berated himself for not paying closer attention to her, but he'd been too busy lately with all the preparations for the upcoming ceremony. Something was going on with her. He had the gut feeling that that something had to do with the third class moron that his son had brought home.
These thoughts made the hair on his neck stand straight and his blood boil. The idea that she would associate herself with such a low class individual sickened him. The fact that Trunks did didn't please him at all either. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Her spirits seemed to have magically lifted soon after Kiao found Goten in Bra's private training room. He'd spent three days in the tanks after that stunt. Now Vegeta was wishing that he'd killed the little bastard. He had no proof, but something inside of him, some fatherly intuition, told him that was what was going on.
He would never let such a thing happen. It would shame and humiliate the entire family. It was bad enough that Trunks had married Pan, who herself was a complete disgrace. He should have never allowed that. It was a bad influence. It let others think that they too could break the chaste code and mate outside of their class. Rank and class were the only important things that really mattered on this planet. He would die before he let his daughter defile herself in such a way.
Vegeta wasn't stupid. He'd learned long ago to listen to his gut instincts. It kept him out of trouble and he wasn't about to ignore them now. He could just go and kill the brat now, but he wanted to know beyond any doubt that she was with him. Then he could think up the proper punishment for her. Then he would kill him.
Vegeta looked to his side as the commander came up to him and gave his report on the new troops. He only half listened as Kiao droned on about something he'd never given a care about in the first place. He was still deep in thought about his daughter.
When Kiao finished, he turned to look at him, a devious smirk on his lips. He'd come up with a plan. "Kiao," He started, "have you noticed a change in my daughter?"
"Yes." Kiao answered, while looking over at the girl in question who was now talking to Pan.
Vegeta nodded his head. "Yes, something is up with her and I want you to find out just what it is. She is, after all, your future wife. If you do everything correctly."
Kiao didn't take his eyes off of Bra. He'd noticed a change in manner too and was curious as to what it could be. Their wedding date was fast approaching and he silently wondered to himself if it was because she had finally resigned herself to her fate, but he didn't think so. He nodded his head, acknowledging that he understood what the King wanted him to do.
"Good," said Vegeta. "I will be leaving with Trunks and Pan in a few days to christen their son. Bra is supposed to attend, but I am going to make her stay. We will be gone for two days. When I come back, I want a full report. And you better find something out." He finished with the threat.
Kiao once again nodded his understanding. Kiao stood watching the Princess intently for a few more minutes. On the other side of the room, Bra felt eyes on her and turned to see Kiao staring at her. She frowned at him, but he didn't flinch. A little unnerved, she turned and left.
Bra waved to her family as they took to the sky. She tried to look disappointed, but in truth, she couldn't have been happier at the thought of being in the palace without them. Even better then that was that Kiao was also gone. She hadn't seen hide or hair of his ugly mug in days. It was just she and Goten for two whole days. The guards were still there of course, but she didn't plan on leaving her room and while her father was away, the royal wing was to be completely empty. She didn't stop to question her father's motives at leaving her alone; she was too happy.
As soon as they were out of sight, she ran back into the palace and to her room to prepare for later that night when Goten would join her. He was supposed to spend this time back in his village, but he was coming back late in the night to be with her. They'd spend the entire time together, with no interruptions.
The night came quickly and soon Goten was knocking on her window. Almost bursting with excitement like a small child, she let him in and the two immediately embraced and shared a passionate kiss. A few moments later, they parted for air.
Goten looked around and let out a low whistle at the sheer grandeur of Bra's room. It was the first time he'd been in here and was awed at the size and luxury of it. Comfy looking pillows and seats adorned the front room. He could see that she had no doors separating the rooms and he could see all of them. She had lit candles all around the room that were burning slowly. They were the only light in the place and they made shadows dance along the walls. He'd never seen anything like it before.
Bra smiled at the look on Goten's face. She had hoped he'd be impressed with what she's done. She took his hand in hers, snapping him from his thoughts and led him to the bedroom, where she had everything set up. He followed her wordlessly. When the reached the room, he saw that she had set up food and drinks. They sat together on the floor, against some soft pillows set there, in front of a small table set with the meal.
"Bra," Goten whispered to her. "This is . . . " He trailed off, not sure how to describe it all.
"This is to us." Bra whispered back.
Her hand cupped his face and turned it to her. Their lips met and they shared a deep, emotion-filled kiss. Goten's hands went to Bra's soft blue hair and he tangled them in it, leaning her back against the pillows to deepen the kiss. Slowly the parted and looked into each other's eyes. Both knew what they needed from the other and leisurely they began to undress each other.
Once completely undress, Goten sat back to admire the beautiful figure before him. He let his dark eyes roam from her own soft blue ones, filled with love and desire, down to her full breast, to the curve of her hips, and all the way down to her perfect little toes. He leaned back to her and one of his hands cupped her chin while his thumb slowly caressed her flushed cheek.
"You're beautiful." He said softly, leaning into her so that their lips were barely touching.
Ever so gently, he pressed his lips to hers for a soft kiss. Not one filled with lust or desire, but one filled with all that he felt for her. He let his hand drop from her jaw to delicately slide down her neck and to her pert bosom, where he gently caressed them. His other hand moved along her body, not leaving one spot untouched.
Bra whimpered under his ministrations and let her own hands wonder over his muscular body. His skin felt like silk while the muscles underneath felt like steel. It was an intoxicating combination that she couldn't get enough of. Goten broke the kiss, only to have his mouth go straight to her long neck to bestow attention there. She rolled her head to the side to give him better access.
Almost without her knowing it, he laid her back against the pillows. His mouth left her neck to trail down to her breast where he teased one after another to attention. Finished there, he made his way back up to her mouth were their lips locked again.
Goten brought his hands down her sides. Softly stroked them till he made his way to her hips and then down to her thighs, where he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss ended and once again, he found himself looking into twin pools of blue. His hand came up to her face and he caressed her cheek while looking deeply into her eyes. He saw everything that he felt for her mirrored there and it made his heart soar.
He lowered his mouth to her neck as he slowly entered her. Finding his mark, he bit down, drawing blood and reaffirming that she was his. Bra gasped in pleasure at the simultaneous sensations, her hands fisting in his wild hair. After a few moments of lapping up the sweet blood, he stopped and looked up at her. Holding still inside of her, he watched her chest heave with her excitement until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
He ran a thumb over the wound on her neck, drawing a shiver from her. "I love you, Bra." He whispered against her lips. "You have always and will always be mine."
He didn't give her a chance to respond as his lips once again sought hers and he began to move.
Kiao watched in rage as the two made love. His blood boiled and every fiber in his body told him to go and avenge his honor by killing them both. Every moan and gasp for breath that left her served to send another cold dagger of hate into him.
He couldn't believe his eyes when the worthless third class showed up to her room. But now, watching them as they were made him want to explode. It disgusted him to see the Princess, someone of such high breeding, of royal class, his betrothed wife, with someone as bottom of the barrel as a third class.
He took a step closer on impulse, wanting to end the atrocity taking place before him, but he stopped himself. The King would want to know about this, but he needed to punish them himself. Slowly, he stepped back into the shadows and out of the room as a perfectly devious plan formed in his mind.
Yes, he would kill Goten and have his revenge with the Princess.
