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Recap: in a fleeting moment of rage, Bra expresses that she wants nothing to do with Goten.

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Not What I Expected

Chapter Eleven – Spar of Confessions

She was constantly moaning under him. Every one of his thrusts triggered another moan. But he wasn't paying attention to the sounds coming out of her mouth—or her legs hooked on the back of his or her nails raking his spine or her own pathetic attempts at bucking her hips—he was more focused on seeking his release. He didn't even care if he came before her, which never happened. He was always intent of making the girl come first and then his orgasm would follow. But as he drove his hips into hers, with his eyes shut, his intent was to come and leave her apartment.

When he finally did find his release, he took a moment to recover before sitting up on the bed. He sighed, aware of the woman watching him. He didn't offer her a glance as he stood and began gathering his clothes. He slipped on his garments, the ruffling being the only noise in the room. After his shirt was on, he searched for his phone and keys. He headed toward the door and the woman spoke up.

"Danny, why are you leaving?"

Her voice wasn't demanding nor was it pitiful. She truthfully wanted to know. She knew what this was, so why was she even asking? Maybe it was because he was so cold and distant tonight. Cecilia was a rare one-nightstand. She always made time, opened her schedule, for Go—Danny. Every time he called, she'd accommodate his needs. They met like this every once in a while, for a brief time. Why did she dare ask him now?

He turned to look at her. "I'll keep in touch Cecilia."

Goten shut the door behind him. Cecilia was the only woman with whom he would have more than just one one-nightstand. He had told her his name was Danny, for fun's sake, thinking it'd be interesting to have sex under an alias. Once he began to monthly call her, he couldn't change that. But he only called Cecilia when he didn't want to be himself.

He wasn't Son Goten tonight. He was Danny Tenso. The real Goten's life was spiraling and he didn't feel like dealing with it for the evening. He wanted release as Danny. But as Danny flew to his apartment, he knew he would fall asleep as Danny and wake up as Goten. Because reality is the sun shining bright in your face, no matter how delusional you want to be in the shade, the dark of the night.

It had been a week since Bra had voiced those harsh thoughts to Goten. She had done so with unintentional malice. But who was she trying to fool? She did it with intent of the moment. Her anger just overpowered her thinking. Going home, she'd wish she knew how to bite her tongue. What she saw in his eyes was unexplainable. It was like a puzzle striving to put together all the pieces, and then when it was close to being finished, the pieces began to tremble and everything fell apart. How Bra could see this was beyond her. Maybe she and Goten had bonded more than she thought.

Nevertheless, the guilt that welled up inside her was ugly. Not in the sense of nastiness or immensity but in the sense of unfamiliarity. Bra had never said such mean things. She had heard girls say meaner things in high school, but this was concerning a family friend whom she has known since forever. She regrets it, almost like she regrets ever seducing Goten in the first place. She got him to enter into this complicated relationship. If she hadn't she wouldn't be stressing seeing him again at the upcoming party. A reunion of sorts that her lovely mother thought up of. She holds these parties every once in a long while. The next one just happens to be in a week and Goten will no doubt be there. Hopefully she can avoid him. But avoiding Goten is like trying to resist your favorite drug when it's staring you in the face. Utterly tempting.

Bra had other things to think about than Goten, like how she was going to tell her mother she was leaving the company to pursue a career in modeling. Furthermore, which modeling agency would she apply to and would they accept her. These were things lurking in the back of Bra Briefs' mind, surfacing only at night to remind her to get it over with. But she could only sigh, leaving those decisions for another time.

Goten's relationship with Cecilia is different from his and Bra's. Cecilia is more like a friend who you could have sex with. It was supposed to be the same with Bra. But she turned out to be the most passionate lover, with the qualities of friendship and a real relationship. With Cecilia it's like playing in a sandbox. With Bra it's like playing with fire, and being converted into a pyro is a part of the process. Cecilia is a friend to have meaningless sex with. Bra is a lover to have passionate sex with. It seems simple enough but the complications go beyond difficulty.

He confided in Cecilia like a friend. They would have sex and share trivial things about each other's life. But with Bra he wanted to share everything. Tell her everything he felt about everything. He wanted to bond with her, then have sex, then bond some more. He wanted her fully and completely—nothing missed or looked over. It was not having this that he was afraid of most. And it was wanting this of Bra that scared him shitless.

He tried not to think so much about it as he flew to Trunks' to have their spar and to tell him the truth. He had to tell him about Bra, if only to relieve some of his karma.

((( Goten's POV )))

I landed on Capsule Corp's front lawn, the birds flying in the air scattering away as I intercepted their flight. As I was about to ring the doorbell I felt a presence. I turned around to see a Capsule Corp one-passenger jet plane descending. I had to squint my eyes but I realized that it was Trunks. He landed the aircraft just a few feet away from me.

"Hey, Goten," he said, pulling the door open and getting out.

"Just in time, man." We slapped hands.

He reached in his pocket for his keys, opening the door and letting us in.

"I have to go upstairs but I'll be down soon for our spar. I just have to change and make a quick phone call."

"Who do you have to call? The mystery girl?" I smirked.

Trunks chuckled nervously, not giving me a response but I already knew the answer. "Just make yourself at home."

I snorted and let him go. I made my way into his kitchen for a drink, finding a single water bottle in the fridge. The truth would come out today anyway—all of it, even his secrets. I took large gulps from my water, all the while further exploring the fridge. Then I felt it. Her ki.

She was coming down the stairs and quickly. I panicked, not wanting to see her just yet. I looked around, hastily weighing my options. I couldn't let her see me. I decided on the easiest and riskiest choice. I hid behind the kitchen island.

With my ki lowered, I held my breath. She moved to the refrigerator, opening it and peeking inside. I heard her groan and mumble,

"Ugh. Who drank my water bottle? I put that in here for me."

The refrigerator door closed and she walked out. I caught a glimpse of her crazy blue hair as she exited. Then I stared at the bottle in my hands.

"AHHH!!!"

Goten and Trunks powered up, preparing for their spar.

"Let's go hard today," Goten had told Trunks. And Trunks had agreed, thinking, "Why not?"

But Goten had a plan. By having Trunks try his best and sap his energy he would be able to tell him about Bra and not worry about getting beat up afterwards. Goten couldn't smirk at his sudden conniving ways. He felt terrible for doing this to his best friend.

Trunks came at him like a bullet, surprising him by attacking with a kick first. Goten blocked it easily and countered with an uppercut to the jaw. Trunks stepped back then swiftly moved to the side and sent Goten a punch to the ribs. They went back and forth with blows to the face and body. Goten tried hard to overpower his friend but whenever he did Trunks would just as easily match him again. They were at it for five hours—the longest sparring session they'd had—spewing cuts, bruises, and blood.

When they were both exhausted and panting, hands on knees, Trunks had to speak up,

"Damn, Goten, are we done yet? I don't think I can take much more. I've been more out of practice than I thought."

Trunks gave in and sat on the grass. Goten saw this as his opportunity. Taking his own spot just a few feet away, Goten spoke,

"Trunks, there's something I have to tell you."

Trunks glanced at him before lying back on the grass with his arm stretched out. "Go ahead, buddy, I'm listening."

Goten sighed. This is it, he thought. "It's about Bra."

"I think she went out with my mother. Yeah, what about her?"

"There's something you should know." Goten looked at Trunks' placid form, wondering if he should reconsider this. "It's about me and her." Trunks' chest stopped rising, holding his breath. "We, uhh," Goten stuttered, "umm, w-we." He found he couldn't speak suddenly.

Trunks sat up slowly, waiting anxiously now.

Why do I allow myself to let people down? "We've had se—I mean, we are, were." He clenched his fists.

"We were lovers for a time."

Goten didn't dare look at his best friend's face. He was too much of coward to see what he'd find. Maybe hate and anger. Or distrust and betrayal. Or even disappointment. Maybe all of those things in a blurry mix.

"What?" Trunks said simply, though his Saiyan ears heard clearly. "You and Bra?" Goten nodded.

Trunks looked at him wide-eyed, not wanting to believe his confession. Then, suddenly, he had never felt such anger towards his best friend, not even when he stole his favorite toy when they were younger. Trunks rose, standing over him. "Are you playing with me, Goten? Is this a joke?"

Goten also got on his feet, ready for his friend's fury. "I wouldn't joke about this."

There was disgusted look in Trunks' face. "I'm sorry," Goten started, "It just kind of happened. I didn't mean for it to escalate to—"

The blow to Goten's cheek knocked him to the floor. He had to hold the side of his face as he looked up at Trunks.

"Kami, Goten, how could you? She's only nineteen!!"

Trunks raised his fist, but Goten put up his hands.

"Don't be a hypocrite now, Trunks. I know about you and Pan!"

Trunks swung but stumbled as his shock caused him to completely miss. He ended up on the ground. "H-how do you know about that?" He stuttered. Now he was worried about what Goten might do to him.

Goten cringed, remembering the incident. "Last week I was visiting and I creeped into her room to scare her and say hello. But actually I had accidently caught her on the phone with you having a none-too friendly conversation, err, if you know what I mean."

Trunks blushed bright red. Goten shifted uncomfortably.

"I guess I'm just as guilty of being a perv."

Kami, does sex with Bra really make me a pervert, Goten thought.

"I'm sorry I hit you in the face."

Goten shrugged. "We were sparring anyway. I'm sorry I hooked up with Bra."

Trunks shrugged, not liking the fleeting anger that had suddenly enveloped him. He wasn't known to be a hypocrite. "I was hooking up with Pan anyway."

Silence dropped on them as a gust of wind blew.

"So…" Trunks started after a minute, "you and Bra, huh? I guess I should've seen it coming."

"We're not anymore, so don't worry about it."

"What happened?"

Goten felt awkward talking about his lover to his lover's brother. "We were never officially a couple, we were just lovers and we stopped. It's complicated, you know."

"You mean you two only had sex for the hell of it." Trunks made a gagging expression. Goten nodded. "I feel like kicking your ass again."

"Before you do, consider how I walked in on you and my little niece nearly having phone sex!"

"That was a one-time thing! We were just exploring new methods of—"

"I don't need an explanation!"

They both flushed. "Let's not talk about this," Trunks said. And Goten agreed. They stood, wiping dirt and grass off. Trunks offered Goten lunch but he declined, claiming he had to be somewhere.

"Goten," Trunks said, before his friend took off into the sky, "whatever is going on between you and Bra, please don't hurt her. She's been through a lot of heartbreaks with previous boyfriends. And I don't wanna have to kick your ass like I did them." He smirked.

Ironic, thought Goten. He nodded, taking off. You don't know the half of it, friend. It's Bra who you should be lecturing. She's the one doing all the hurting. Goten thought carefully of what Trunks had said and he had to wonder….

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Author's Note – thanks for reading.

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