All right, chapter four. Not feeling too good tonight, so I figured writing my cheer me up a little bit. I outlined this chapter a while ago, to be honest. I just never got motivated to write it. I'm still not motivated, but what better time than now? Hope ya like it.
AN1: Buy AFI's new CD, "Sing the Sorrow" It's great.
AN2: In this fic, Goten and Bra are the same age (18, just graduated). Trunks is older, about 21, and Pan is younger, probably about 15. AU of course.
AN3: Why is it that whenever you have something go exceptionally right and great that a moment later it crashes down? I hate that. The worst part is wishing that it would happen again, just so you'd feel exceptionally great again. And hoping that it won't crash.
AN4: Kublai Khan, of course.
DISCLAIMER: "Am I your anything?" – AFI, Morningstar
Sweet Dreams: Chapter 4 – Piggyback Rides
Fender and Britta noticed the little hand holding going on behind them as they walked through the crowd of college coeds. They glanced at each other and grinned, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't have to do as much work as they had thought.
They both quickly went back to find the keg, leaving Bra and Goten to themselves for a while.
Bra and Goten stayed close with each other as they roamed around the gigantic frat house. They talked with each other because they didn't know anyone else, but neither worried much because they figured after a few drinks they're social sides will emerge.
Goten noticed many of the men in the room were staring at Bra like she was a goddess. He couldn't blame them, either. She was definitely extremely beautiful, and he knew that well.
But I can't be sitting here waiting for her, Goten though, especially if she keeps telling me stuff like how we can't be together. I don't understand why, but I've learned from our friendship that it's hard for me to understand her.
Goten frowned a bit before looking around the room at the groups of people talking and dancing. Bra glanced up to see what Goten was looking at. And before they knew it, they were flat on the floor.
Some drunk kid decided to not realize where he was going and slammed directly into the handholding two, knocking them to the ground. Dazed, Goten got up to see who bumped into him. But Bra beat him to it.
"What the hell is your problem?!" Bra yelled at the kid, who was stumbling around and slurring his words badly.
"Shorry BABE!" The kid attempted to apologize, "SHAY! Yer pretty cute!" The kid grinned. Bra narrowed her eyes at the kid.
"Oh yeah?" she replied, "you won't be saying that when you're blind." The kid laughed.
"Well," he said, "I was tryyyying to sleep, see, but my mattresss is toooo HARD! Will you helpmee break it inn?" Bra was about to punch the man before her for attempting such a horrible pick up line, but fortunately for him, he passed out right there. Bra turned to find Goten.
He was a few feet away from her, grinning at Bra. He winked at her and smiled, as if to say good job. She smiled back and started towards him, but was intercepted by a girl. Britta.
"Sorry Goten," Britta said, "Gotta talk to Bra." And before Bra could protest, Britta had dragged her off across the room. When she stopped, Bra was a little bit angry.
"Hey!" She scolded, "What's the big idea? I was about to go over to Goten." Britta grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry," She apologized, "What was the deal with that though?" Britta pointed to the passed out guy on the ground.
"Oh he just tried to hit on me," Bra said, laughing, "But he hit the floor instead." Britta chuckled.
"I wish people would hit on me like that," Britta joked, "Even if they are wasted off their asses." Bra just shook her head.
"Can I go back to Goten now?" Bra asked, giving Britta puppy dog eyes. Britta smiled and nodded, giving her permission to go back to her precious Goten.
Bra dodged in and out of the crowd and made her way across the cramped room until she spotted the mass of spiky hair that belonged to Goten. She smiled to herself and her eyes lit up, but then she noticed something odd. He was talking to someone she couldn't see.
Bra maneuvered herself through the crowd in attempt to find out just who Goten was talking to. Then she saw, and her mood fell.
A girl with dirty blonde hair was grinning up at Goten. Bra decided to watch them from afar to see exactly where this was going. She felt like such a spy though.
The girl laughed along with Goten, who seemed excited that he met someone new. But Bra thought he looked a little too excited. She decided not to watch anymore and headed for the keg. She needed to drown herself in alcohol to avoid the thoughts that were besieging her mind.
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Britta and Fender sat in the kitchen, involved in a game of asshole. Both seemingly had pretty high tolerances for alcohol, but both had consumed a large amount already. But that didn't stop them.
Bra frantically searched for a plastic cup to fill with beer, but was having a lot of trouble. Britta noticed the turquoise haired girl and decided to sit the next round of asshole out.
"Drink for leaving," Fender said, obviously in higher rank than Britta. She downed the rest of her beer and walked over to Bra.
"Looking for something?" Britta asked, smiling. Bra glanced at Britta quickly before stealing her own plastic cup and filling it with chilled brew.
"Well," Britta said, "you could've at least asked!" Britta chuckled a little bit, but stopped suddenly when she noticed Bra downing the entire cup. "Shit, what's wrong, Bra?" Bra just shook her head and pointed through the kitchen's walkway to where Goten was now dancing with the same girl he was just a moment before talking to.
"Her," Bra said, "that's what's wrong." She downed another glass.
"Christ, Bra," Britta said, "slow the hell down. You're gonna get sick!" Britta snatched her cup away before Bra could fill it up again. She set it down next to her and leaned up against the counter. Bra followed suit, noticeably disturbed by the fact that Goten was dancing with another girl.
"Why don't you just talk to him about it?" Britta asked, "I mean, what's it going to hurt?" Bra shook her head and shrugged.
"See, Britta," Bra began, "Goten and I have always been close. So close that at one point we talked about us being a possibility. And me being my usual afraid self, I said that we couldn't because it would ruin us if anything ever happened. And we're such close of friends, we both wouldn't know what to do without each other." Britta nodded.
"So in other words," she began, "You've screwed it up before you've even done it." Bra's eyes lowered to the ground as she zoned out.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Bra said, trailing off. Britta waved a hand in front of her face and snapped her fingers a couple times, trying to get Bra's attention. She quickly realized it wasn't working.
"Well I'm just gonna leave you here then to think, "Britta said, "Are you going to be okay, Bra?" Bra just nodded, keeping her eyes focused on the tiles of the kitchen. Britta slowly backed away, returning to her game of asshole. Bra glanced up at Goten, who was still dancing away.
Britta kept her eyes on Bra as she played some more asshole. She was worried about her new friend. She knew that Bra was madly in love with her longtime high school friend, yet was stuck on what she should do.
Bra must've downed six beers in a matter of minutes, according to what Britta had watched. She would soon be slurring and stumbling like crazy if she didn't do something quickly. Britta tugged on Fender's shirt.
"Drink for tugging on my shirt!" Fender said, and watched Britta gulp her beer before starting.
"Go take that cup away from Bra," Britta said, pointing over her shoulder to the obviously depressed girl. "I'll go get Goten to come in here and talk to her." Fender nodded and tossed a seven down on the pile in front of him.
"Drink for telling me what to do!" Fender said, laughing. Britta took another sip before getting up and going to find Goten.
Fender set his hand down and started to walk over to Bra. He saw her start to sway back and forth and had to grab the countertop to steady herself. Once she regained her balance, a slight, drunken chuckle escaped her lips. She set her cup down.
Fender, being on a mission, snatched the cup up right away. He tapped Bra on the shoulder, who slowly turned her head, her eyes half open and a slight grin on her face.
"Heeeey Fender!" Bra said, slapping Fender's arm," How are ya?!" Fender shook his head and grinned.
"I'm quite fine, Bra," Fender replied, "But you don't look so good. How many beers have you had tonight?" Bra stared into space for a moment before sticking her hands up, fingers extended.
"More than this!" Bra exclaimed before laughing. She then noticed her cup was missing, "hey! Where'd my cup go?" Fender smiled.
"I just saw it walk away," Fender said, "Now, I'll tell you a funny joke, and if you laugh at it, then I'll help you find your cup, okay?" Fender decided to use this as a ploy of distraction while Britta finds Goten to come and talk to her.
"Oooookay Fenderbender!" Bra laughed. Goten also laughed, making note of the nickname that he hadn't heard since his childhood.
"Okay, Bra, listen," Fender began, "A guy walks into a doctor's office with a frog on his head…"
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Britta roamed the large frat house living room, searching for the spiky black hair of Goten, but to no avail. She asked a few people if they had seen him, but they claimed that they hadn't. Britta decided to look outside, where several people were taking a smoke break. Sure enough, he was sitting outside on the concrete steps on the house.
"What are you doing out here, Goten?" Britta asked, "I didn't think you smoked." Goten looked up at the brown haired girl before returning his gaze out into the night.
"I don't smoke," Goten said, "I'm just getting some fresh air and having some time to think, is all." Britta smiled.
"Think, huh?" Britta asked, "Think about what?" Goten shrugged.
"Or who, should I ask?" Britta added, getting a chuckle out of Goten.
"Jesus, girls are just too smart," Goten said, turning his face towards the now sitting Britta. "You probably know who I'm thinking about. It's not hard to guess."
"Of course I know," Britta said, "What about her are you thinking about?" Goten let out a huge sigh before grinning from ear to ear.
"About how cute she is," he stated, "there's just something about her I love. No, not just something, everything." Britta smiled.
"You do know how she feels, don't you?" Britta asked. Goten shrugged yet again.
"We've talked about it from time to time," Goten said, "I mean, yeah we're close. Closer than a lot of couples are, but we aren't one. I'd love to be one, yeah, but I just want her to be happy. And if she's happy not being one, then I'll stick with that." Britta shook her head.
"Sometimes guys can seem smart," Britta said, "but at the same time not catch the things that mean the most." Goten was confused.
"I don't know what you mean," Goten said, trailing off. Britta chuckled.
"I wouldn't expect you to," Britta replied, "Guys can be smart, but the majority of the time they're stupid when it comes to stuff like this. No offense, though." Goten waved his hand in the air to signal none was taken.
"So, what do you mean?" Goten asked again. Britta thumbed towards the house.
"Why don't you go to the kitchen and find out from a very drunk Bra?" Britta asked. Goten looked sharply at Britta.
"Bra's drunk?!" Was the last thing that she heard before feeling a rush of wind from the now running Goten.
She got up slowly, drawing in a breath of fresh air before walking back into the house.
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Goten ran into the kitchen to find Fender talking to an extremely trashed Bra. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around her before tipping her head up to look into his eyes.
"Bchan!" Goten said, grabbing Bra's attention, "What's gotten into you?! Why'd you drink so much?! You know what it does to you!" Goten rubbed Bra's head as if he was trying to rub the alcohol out of her system. Or maybe he was showing his affection.
"Don't worrrry Goten!" Bra slurred, "I'm –hic- fine!" Goten shook his head.
"No you aren't," He stated, "you've had way too much." Goten looked at Fender.
"How could you let her drink so much?" Goten asked. Fender stuck his hands up in defense.
"Hey, Goten," Fender said, "She did that on her own. I mean, I tried the old 'I tell a joke to distract you' trick, but she soon caught on! And hell, she ran for the whole damn keg! Started sucking that down through the nozzle. I was like "Hooooly shit!"" Goten slapped his forehead.
"Did you try to stop her?" He asked. Fender nodded.
"Yeah, and so did half the damn frat!" Fender exclaimed, "Christ, that girl's strong as hell! She threw us all off as she chugged that keg. I nearly crapped my pants!" Goten couldn't help a chuckle to break the strain of worry.
"That's Bra for ya," Goten said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna take her home. Are you guys staying?" Goten switched glances from Fender to Britta. Both nodded.
"Yeah we're gonna stay here for a little bit," Britta said, "We should be back within the hour though." Fender glared at Britta.
"hey!" he exclaimed, "What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!" Britta looked at the game of asshole being played at the table and signaled the guy who was currently President.
"Fender!" He yelled, "Drink for insubordination against Britta!" Fender gaped at the short, brown-haired blue eyed girl in front of him. She just smiled back.
"Fare enough." Fender said, taking a gulp before returning to the game.
Goten turned his attention to Bra as he watched Britta and Fender go back to the cards.
"Come on Bchan," Goten said, "Let's go home." He grabbed her hand gently and tugged. But Bra couldn't walk so well and stumbled to the ground. Goten crouched down and brushed some hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him, and he returned a smile.
"Want a lift?" Goten asked, simply. Bra nodded and soon she was upon his back, getting a piggy back ride.
"I bet you wouldn't do this for that girl you were dancing with, would you?" The drunken Bra asked, her courage lifted by the alcohol. Goten laughed.
"Definitely not," He replied, but she didn't hear him. She had passed out, her head laying on Goten's shoulder. Goten just smiled as he walked silently in the moonlit night. He reached the dorms and slid his keycard in the slot to open the locked door.
As he punched in the number in the elevator for their floor, Goten felt Bra tighten her grip on him, almost as if she was trying to prevent herself from falling. He smiled and lifted her up more. He then imagined Bra running around, a beer keg on her shoulder, several guys trying to stop her from drinking their precious Budweiser. He chuckled and the elevator dinged, opening its doors to let the passengers off.
Goten made his way to Bra's dorm, fishing out her key from her pocket as they went along. He inserted it into her lock and kicked open the door, using his right hand to stabilize the slipping Bra. He couldn't help but smiling knowing that the greatest girl he's ever known was depending on him right now.
As he laid her down onto her bed, he wondered why she had drunk so much that night.
What could possibly have caused her to do that? Goten thought, Was it something I did? I guess I'll have to find out in the morning.
Goten grabbed a spare blanket out of Bra's closet and laid in on her now sleeping form. He bent down and brushed a few strands of hair from her face, admiring her incredible beauty. He bent down and kissed her cheek, smiling as he retracted his face. He started for the door.
"No…," Bra murmered, capturing Goten's attention, "Stay with me…" Goten turned around to find Bra's eyes open partway, grabbing out towards the retreating form of Goten. Not another word was said as Goten walked slowly back towards Bra's bed, slipping under the covers with her, and wrapping his arms around her lovingly.
Even if she is drunk, Goten thought, I'll still stay by her side.
The two feel asleep together as if they had been doing so for years.
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End Chapter 4
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