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Trunks sighed as he gazed out across the peculiar planet he found himself on. Under any other circumstances, he supposed some might consider it beautiful here. The planet was seemingly covered entirely in a rough indigo sand-like terrain, but for the vast glowing viridescent ocean, waves leisurely washing across the shore before him. It was eerily quiet, apart from the soft scuttling of the small white crab-like creatures that seemed to be the planet's only inhabitants.
He sat crossed-legged on the ground, absentmindedly digging his right hand into the sand and slowly letting the substance spill between the cracks of his fingers.
He didn't know what he'd expected to feel when he'd fled Earth that night. Relief? A sense of liberation?
For as long as he could remember, everyone around him had their own expectations about who he should be. A skilled warrior, son of the genius Bulma Briefs and the Prince of all Saiyans, the CEO of a multi-billion dollar tech company.
But underneath all of that, who was he? What had he accomplished? Was this it for him? Was this his full potential? He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt truly accomplished or fulfilled from the high-backed chair of his opulently furnished office.
Every day he put on that suit, he lived with the knowledge that with just one misstep, one true mistake he could destroy everything his Mother and Grandfather had put their blood, sweat, and tears into building.
And more often than not, he felt that he was barely rising to the occasion, though he loathed to admit it.
Seeking some kind of reprieve from the crushing pressure of his professional life, he'd spent his nights partying and making his way through the female population of West City much to the delight of the local tabloids and the vexation of his family.
That had been fun for a while, but it never lasted. Those women didn't know him, not at all, really. Sure they likely saw his picture in the paper and followed the tabloids latest scoop speculating on every tidbit of his personal life. They didn't know who he was beyond all that, and they likely didn't care.
And then she happened.
He'd thought nothing of it when he'd hired her, other than what a breath of fresh air it would be to see a familiar face every day as opposed to the stream of temps whose names he couldn't remember.
It happened gradually, a look, a touch here or there that would linger just a breath longer than it should. He would find himself out with an attractive woman and imagining the girl he'd known since childhood in her place.
He didn't have to hide anything about himself from her; he didn't have put up a wall.
But little by little in the days leading up to the wedding, seeds of uncertainty had taken root in the back of his mind. Festering like a wound, every doubt he'd ever had about himself bubbling to the surface.
Sleep evaded him; he tossed restlessly in the night, finding himself helplessly reaching out to the empty space at his side that up until recently had been occupied by her, only to be met with cold, undisturbed sheets.
She must hate me now; he thought to himself, rolling onto his back and staring up at the dark star-strewn sky above him. He could hardly blame her if she did; he'd abandoned her, completely and utterly humiliated her, he hated himself for it.
He was a fool, a coward.
Whatever catharsis he thought this excursion would bring him, it never came.
When he'd awoken aboard the ship far, far away from Earth, the feelings of fear, confinement, and uncertainty burned away in an instant only to be replaced with sheer panic and remorse.
There was no repairing the damage he'd done. What could he possibly say to her?
She would never forgive him, and he couldn't fault her for that.
He should have listened to Goten when he'd tried to make him see what a complete and utter mistake he was on the verge of making.
Goten, another person he'd hurt with his cowardice.
He needed to go back and face what he'd done, for better or for worse.
It was fall now; the trees were starting to shed their leaves, Bura noted as she absently ran her hand over the older hybrid's lean muscular pectorals. Warm rays of sunlight illuminated their spent, naked bodies as they lay entwined with one another on a soft red blanket.
It had been almost a month since their steamy encounter in her lab, and they'd had each other many more times since then.
As fun as it felt meeting secret, she couldn't deny how freeing it felt, that being with him like this, out in the open, the wind kissing over their bare flesh as they basked in post-coital bliss.
It felt like they were the only two people in the world, and it was an intense exercise in will for Bura not to wonder just how long it would last. Outside of his relationship with Paris, which had been very on again off again, she hadn't known Goten to engage in long term relationships.
Paris. Just what was going on there? He'd been very tight-lipped on the subject when she'd asked him about her when he'd first arrived at Capsule Corp. Then she'd shown up out of the blue the day of her brother's rehearsal dinner, Goten never told her what they spoke of and she hadn't asked.
"I'll be moving to my new place tomorrow." He said softly.
Her hand paused in its leisurely movements. She'd been hesitant to broach the subject with the dark-haired Saiyan. He had been planning to move out sooner, but the apartment he'd been planning to move into had apparently failed a slew of inspections, and thus his search continued. She never said it, but she had breathed a sigh of relief at the news; it meant she could keep him for a little while longer.
She had been so wrapped up in pursuing Goten that she had never really given much thought to what would happen after she had him. That first taste hadn't sated her; if anything, it had only fanned the flames of desire she felt for the older hybrid. She found herself thinking of him throughout the day when she should have been focusing on her ever-expanding workload. She couldn't help but wonder if it was the same for him.
She thought back to what Marron had said to her when she'd visited her. And all at once, she felt like that pathetic little girl with a hopeless crush on a boy that was always just out of her reach.
"Gohan and my Dad should be done helping me move around 5:00 or so," His dark onyx eyes met hers tentatively, "if you wanted to come by, we could have dinner."
Her eyes widened marginally; it wasn't at all what she'd been expecting him to say.
She nodded before burying her face in the crook of his neck, savoring the feel of his skin against hers and his oh so masculine scent, the strong arm at her waist tightened ever so slightly.
The rain had begun to fall hard as she soared through the air. The temperature had dropped considerably, and she deeply regretted her decision to fly instead of taking her hover jet, which would have kept her nice and dry.
She increased her speed, swirls of white energy flaring out around her as she took off in the direction of the address Goten had given her. It wasn't long before the Saiyan hybrid arrived at the address the youngest Son had given her.
She touched down gently; her flying lessons with Goten had been quite successful. She stood for a moment observing the small two-story dome-shaped cottage that stood alone on the wide expanse of lush green grass she found herself standing before.
She reached out with her mind, picking up on the ki of the dark-haired Saiyan in question; there was no trace of the two older Sons, just as he'd said. They were alone.
He must have sensed her as well because the white door swung open, and Son Goten leaned out, a goofy grin on his face. "Are you crazy? It's pouring! Get in here!" He scolded gently.
"You're soaked," He noted upon closer inspection, "let me get you a towel and something dry to wear."
He closed the door behind them before disappearing up the stairs.
Bura followed him through the threshold of the little house, immediately greeted by the sound of a crackling fire burning merrily in the hearth; it filled the room with the pleasant scent of the cherry wood burning within.
She looked around the space; he didn't have any furniture in his living room; if her memory served her correctly, he'd allowed Paris to keep more or less all of the furniture when they broke up. The floors were a rich dark wood covered in a glossy finish, the floor plan was nice and open, there was no dining room table, but there was an island with several stools in the kitchen, where one could enjoy a meal with guests. There were half-packed boxes scattered here and there.
It wasn't like the luxurious mansions she was accustomed to, but it felt something akin to the Son residence on Mount Paozu. She could imagine once he'd settled in and made it his own, what a cozy little place it would be to call home. She toed off her shoes, sitting them neatly in the entryway beside the older halfling's.
Bura heard steps moving down the stairs as Goten made his way towards her with a soft white towel. She took it from his hand and ran it over her wet aqua tresses, trying to remove as much moisture as possible.
"What do you think?" He asked, gesturing at the space around him. "the furniture won't be delivered until next week; the bed is pretty much it for now."
"I like it. It's very warm." Like you, she nearly said. "I thought you had been looking at apartments?"
"I was but, I decided that wasn't the right thing for me, this place had been sitting on the market for a while, and I couldn't beat the price, so I decided to buy it." He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "There's more room to grow here, and it reminds me of home."
She didn't allow herself to ponder the implications of that statement.
Goten opened one of the cardboard boxes before fishing out a white t-shirt with the words "Satan City Dojo" Emblazoned on the chest and a pair of soft grey sweat pants, holding them out to her, "Here, why don't you get out of those wet clothes. And then we can whip up something to eat."
"Umm," Bura shifted uncomfortably as she reached out to take the garments from his hand.
"What is it?" He quirked a brow at her.
"I'm embarrassed," Her cheeks burned; she looked at her feet. "I can't cook, like at all."
It was true, aside from her grandmother, the Briefs women were definitely not known for their culinary talents, unlike Goten's mother, Chi-Chi, who was a wonderful cook. She wondered absently if that would bother him.
"I'll cook." He smiled, his sweet, signature Son smile, and a warm feeling ignited in her chest, it was a fleeting, fluttering feeling, and she couldn't quite place it; it was wonderful and terrible all at once.
She changed into the dry clothes Goten had provided her with before joining the youngest Son in his kitchen. He pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth, and she'd blushed when he'd told her that she looked good in his shirt.
Something had shifted in them; the walls that he'd crafted to keep her at bay, in the beginning, had seemingly crumbled at last. He seemed content and at ease. She wondered if that wall would return when her brother found his senses and came home. Would his guilt get the better of him and drive him away from her?
She pushed the unpleasant thought out of her mind as he gestured for her to join him in preparing their meal. A large wok was heating on the stove, and he'd laid out a selection of vegetables and pork belly.
He asked her if she could chop up the vegetables while he started on the sauce.
She set to work on cutting up the scallions, and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his arms glide around her slender frame, his right hand closing around her smaller one that held the knife, while his other grasped the green stalks on the cutting board and he guided her hands in chopping them into neat thin slices.
A lovely aromatic smell slowly but surely filled the room, the sound of thunder clapping could be heard outside.
He took the cutting board after she finished chopping the vegetables and used the knife to scoot them into the wok, and drizzled them lightly with a sauce he'd prepared. He reached into the cabinet beside the stove and produced an unopened bottle of wine and two glasses. "Drink?"
"Hmm, trying to get me drunk?" She smirked, taking a seat atop his kitchen counter, leaning back on her hands.
"Never." He laughed easily as he poured a generous amount for both of them.
She giggled as she took the glass from him and took a sip. His dark onyx eyes met hers briefly before the trailed down, coming to rest on her plump, pink lips. Then his hands came to rest on either side of her hips on the counter, and his lips were pressed gently against hers. And she could feel that annoying blush igniting across her cheeks once more.
"I thought it would be weird for us to be like this," He said, pressing his forehead against hers, running his thumb over the softness of her bottom lip."but it isn't. Part of me thinks that makes me a bad person…"
"You're not a bad person Goten." She cupped his cheek gently, and her heart positively glowed when he leaned into her touch; she kissed him tenderly once more. "Besides, I was the one who seduced you." She took a sip of her wine, giggling at the dark-haired Demi Saiyan. "and I always get what I want."
He chuckled, turning back to the wok to stir in the noodles.
Her eyes swept appreciatively over the lines of his broad shoulders as he prepared their meal; he was so effortlessly handsome in his well-worn hoodie and soft grey sweatpants.
Her gaze came to rest on a lightly crinkled newspaper sitting atop the counter beside the sink, upon it the headline read 'CAPSULE CORP CEO STILL MIA' in bold black ink, there was a small photograph of the lavender haired Demi-Saiyan and a snapshot of the exterior wall of the wrecked hangar he'd left in his wake.
"How long do you think my brother will be awol?"
"I don't know, but I know he'll come home sooner or later."
"I still can't believe he did that."
"Neither can I." He plucked a piece of pork belly from the hot pan and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "But he'll back, I know that. He just needs to pull his head out of his ass."
"When he got together with Mare, I thought he had pulled his head out of his ass." Bura sighed, "I thought his womanizing bachelor days were finally behind him."
"Womanizing?" He laughed.
"Yes, womanizing, I hated it, watching all of those floozies hanging all over the two of you."
"Because you wanted to be the one hanging all over me?" He winked at the heiress.
"There's nothing wrong with your ego, is there?"
"You were awfully jealous of Aya, and all we did was talk." He laughed.
"I was not jealous." She scowled. "and you're one to talk. You practically jumped my bones at the rehearsal dinner after seeing me with Derek."
He smirked at her cheekily before turning back to their dinner. "I remember."
Her cheeks flushed at the memory.
Something dawned on Bura as she contemplated her glass, the wine, the intimate dinner… This was a date. She'd been on enough of them to know. If he only wanted sex surely, he would have stripped her out of her clothes and ravished her then and there on his living room floor when she'd first arrived. Right? Teal brows drew together as she contemplated the possibility.
Or perhaps this is how Goten was with all the women he slept with, but according to her brother's account, most of those women were lucky even to spend the night. For the briefest of moments, she nearly opened her mouth and asked him, 'is this supposed to be a date?' But the words wouldn't come. What if he said 'no'? Everything would be ruined, and he'd never touch her again. And that thought was completely and utterly unbearable to her. She fumed at herself internally; what was wrong with her? she had never been worried about telling a man what was on her mind before.
"What are we doing?" He'd asked that day in her lab. She honestly hadn't known how to answer him, and instead of complicating matters, she'd opted to steer the encounter in a more familiar direction. Now she longed to ask him the same thing.
"What's wrong?" He tilted his head to the side.
"Nothing," She waved her hand dismissively, offering him a smile, "The food smells amazing; is it almost done?"
After they ate, Goten poured Bura another glass of wine and cleared away the dishes, rinsing them off before Bura had a chance to offer her assistance. The rain continued to pound against the roof, and a particularly loud clap of thunder was felt through the entire house. The light's overhead flickered momentarily before the whole house went dark save for the soft orange glow of the fireplace.
"Fuck." Goten abandoned the dishes in the sink, moving to the switch on the wall nearest to him, switching it back and forth to no avail.
The beating of the rain against the house seemed to intensify, "Hang on, I'll be right back."
He returned shortly, toting his big, fluffy mattress, plopping it down in the middle of the living room. He disappeared once again briefly before returning with a large bundle of pillows and blankets. Bura drained the last of the wine from her glass before making her way over to the large mattress as he made the bed. "The power probably will probably be out until the morning; this'll be the warmest place for us to sleep."
"You want me to stay the night?" The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. They had only slept in the same bed one other time.
"Of course." He swept past her to make his way up the steps, "It's raining cats and dogs out there; wouldn't want you to get sick, right?"
"It's just a little rain." She said, "I could make it home if you'd rather-"
"Don't be ridiculous. Stay here," He paused, "I want you to."
After they finished up the dishes, as best they could in the darkened little house, Bura made herself comfortable on the mattress while her handsome host tossed a few fresh logs on the fire.
She felt him crawl under the blanket beside her, pulling her against his chest, his left arm burrowing beneath her pillow, his right coming to rest across her belly. The strange warmth had taken up residence in her chest once again. They had slept together before, at the hotel where her brother's wedding was to be held, but this felt different, more intimate.
She sighed as she breathed in his smell, the soft, comforting scent of his laundry detergent mingling with his cologne as well as his own musky fragrance. It seemed silly, but she loved it.
She felt his breath licking across the exposed skin of her neck as he buried his face into her soft blue waves, his body enveloping her own so snugly. "You know... I don't think we ever got around to dessert... and I'm still starving."
She rolled her head back to look at the man behind her, and he smiled gently before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips; she sighed contentedly at the contact. "Mmm what did you have in mind?"
The hand that had been resting across her stomach was lazily making it's way under the soft material of her T-shirt to cup the swell of her breast. His eyes darkened, the orange glow from the fire dancing across his face as he shifted over her, nudging her legs apart with his before settling between them. "I have a few things in mind."
Her heart began to thump faster as he pushed up the fabric of her shirt, dragging the material up over her torso and tossing it aside to reveal her full creamy breasts before dipping his head to press his lips against hers in a soft, sweet kiss, quite unlike the needy, untamed kisses they had shared so many times before. He broke the kiss as he brought his right hand down to palm her right breast as he rained kisses down on the other.
She felt his hot breath tickle her exposed flesh for the briefest moment before he latched onto a pert pink nipple and began to suck softly; she sighed contentedly, carding her hands through his unruly, raven spikes reflexively as she felt a molten heat igniting low in her belly.
He languidly teased the sensitive bud, nipping at it lightly with his teeth, causing her to hiss and tighten her grip on his hair, wriggling, and arching into the hot cavern of his mouth. She rubbed her thighs together wantonly as he pressed a kiss to her opposite breast before sealing his lips around its turgid peak and suckling voraciously.
Smiling against her skin when her moans grew a little louder as he continued licking, sucking, and occasionally nipping at her tender flesh yet always remaining gentle.
She had acted so boldly while pursuing him, spurred on by the challenge of seducing him. But now, with him doting on her body so ardently, and Bura couldn't help but melt under his ministrations, surrendering to the sense of vulnerability she had not once experienced with another person.
The heiress cried out softly, her hands grasping his thick black spikes needily, pulling him even closer as she arched against his mouth. As if the wonderful suckling sensation wasn't enough to drive her wild, she felt his teeth graze over her distended nipple, and she couldn't help but grind her hips wantonly against his.
He let out a throaty growl against her chest and quickly set to work, yanking off her sweat pants and tossing them aside before sliding one of her long slender legs over his shoulder and laying a fiery series of kisses from her knee to the supple flesh of her inner thigh.
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and her breathing grew rapid with anticipation as she squirmed against the sheets reveling in the feeling of Goten's large, strong hands gliding soothingly over her thighs before resting firmly on her hips.
She gasped as he slowly worked his tongue over her warm wet center.
His grip on her hips tightened, pulling her flush against his face as he leisurely, teasingly lapped her up, pushing his tongue into her hot cavern as he continued to devour her, her thighs quivering and spasming against iron hold as her moans rose higher and higher. It never ceased to amaze her how truly good he was at this.
All coherent thought abandoned her as she was swept up in the feeling of his skilled tongue exploring her most intimate place. She tossed her head helplessly from side to side as he slid his tongue deep into her slick canal, her muscles fluttering titillatingly around the pliant muscle.
"Ah, Goten!-Mmmm!"
Without warning, he sealed his lips around her sensitive nub and applied a gentle suction; she whined at the sensation; it was too much and not enough all at once. She bucked her hips to urge him to give her what she needed; he responded by bringing one of his hands across her abdomen to hold her still as he kept up his torturously slow pace. She could feel herself growing hotter and wetter by the second, her body shaking and restless with the need to climax. He was going to drive her mad with his teasing.
He brought his other hand to her soaked entrance, tracing the tender flesh with his index finger before sinking it inside as the heiress cried out, her hands abandoning the sheets burying themselves in his hair once again.
He steadily pistoned his finger in and out of her slick channel, his middle finger doing his index as he continued to suck and slurp relentlessly at her swollen clit.
Bulla continued in vain to try and buck her hips, her hands mercilessly pulling at the older hybrid's hair, anything she could do to increase the contact when it hit, at first in it was a warm tingling sensation that made her back arch, and her toes curl, Bura cried out shamelessly as it exploded into a blazing inferno, a firestorm that threatened to consume her.
With a contented sigh, she collapsed back against the softness of the mattress as she attempted to catch her breath; her bones felt as though they had turned to jello, and her eyes were heavy. She felt Goten chuckle softly against her thing as he released her thigh and crawled upward to nestle his nose into her, the dip of her collarbone as she basked in the after-glow of her orgasm.
"I'm not done with you yet," He smiled, laying a gentle kiss against her shoulder.
She turned to face him once more, cradling his jaw with a hand as she kissed him dozily, intimately caressing his tongue with her own.
He pecked her on the lips once more before hastily shedding his hoodie and sweatpants, and she gazed unashamedly at his sinewy, mouthwatering form. Her heart thrummed with anticipation once more.
He laid down beside her before easily rolling her onto her side with her back pressed against the hard wall of his chest. She sighed as his fingertips gently swept her aqua tresses away from her neck, dipping his to taste her delectable skin once more.
His hand drifted down her shoulder, across her belly, taking purchase on her leg gently sliding it back over his own before grasping his member and guiding it to her wet entrance. They both sighed contentedly as he eased his length into her opening at last.
She shifted her hips restlessly as she adjusted to accommodate his presence, inciting a pleasured his from the man behind her, reveling in the way he filled her up so deliciously, so completely.
He gave a deep, deliberate thrust, "Kami, you feel so good," He buried his face in her neck; she trilled in response, reaching back to fist a hand in his hair.
The dark-haired demi-Saiyan breathed heavily as he drove into her, one hand tangled in her hair as he nipped hungrily at her neck, the other splayed across her belly. Each rock of his hips eliciting a keening moan from the heiress, which only spurred him on. Her legs twisted and tangled with his own as she writhed in his arms, the fire in her belly blazing to life once more.
Abruptly he used the hand grasping her hair to angle her face toward his, and his lips collided with hers, greedily sucking and biting at her lower lip.
Bura whimpered against their kiss as she was swept away by the intense feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out of her even more fervently, striking against that scintillating spot inside of her that he always seemed zero in on. She thought she might pass out from the pleasure when he snaked a hand between her legs seeking out her clit and drawing maddening little circles over it as the blunette writhed in his embrace.
"Bura, look at me." She angled her head back toward him once more, her hazy aqua eyes meeting his and she was suddenly, absolutely disarmed by the look in his eyes.
Never had a man looked at her quite like that.
It wasn't the lust-filled gaze that she had witnessed so many times before.
It was different. It was a look full of warmth and passion and vulnerability.
It was wonderful and terrifying, all at once.
It left her feeling exposed in a way that was completely alien to her.
He kept his onyx eyes on hers, his forehead pressed to hers as her thrust into her deeper still, until she cried out and her body rippled around him in a torrent of pleasure and shaking limbs. He groaned, managing a few more thrusts before tumbling over the edge after her.
Goten let out a sigh of satisfaction, releasing his grip on her hair as his body collapsed against the mattress, his hand coming to rest across her belly as it steadily rose and fell with her labored breaths.
Once they both came down from their post-coital high and all the could be heard was the soft pitter-patter of rain and the fire burning away in the hearth, Goten wrapped his arms around her slender form and pulled her tightly to him, laying a kiss to the top of her head. Bura didn't think she'd ever felt so at ease before, like everything else in the world had melted away, and nothing else existed except her and the man embracing her so ardently.
"Sweet dreams, Princess." He muttered softly.