Two in one night. Damn I'm good.
AN1: I leave for Ohio State University in a couple days. Anyone else go there? Drop me a line at thom@dbzmail.com
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: Same as last time: Check out Never Say Never by Witchyprincess, Just a Kiss by Sarah aka Vega. They're good.
AN4: Holy Kublai Khan!
DISCLAIMER: "Cause a cold heart is a dead heart, and it feels like I've been buried alive by love…" – HIM, Buried Alive By LoveGoo Goo Dolls, Iris
Sweet Dreams: Chapter 6 – Painting Each Other
Bra walked back to her room slowly, deep in thought. She really wanted to know who that girl was and why she was messing with her Goten.
My Goten…
The thought made her laugh. She knew that Goten and her had something special. Hell, they were closer than any couple they knew, yet there was always that fear within her. The fear that something would get screwed up if they ever attempted a relationship that was more than friends.
But when they did delve into those depths of love, it felt so incredible to her that she wanted more.
Reaching her room, Bra slid her key into the lock and turned the tumbler. It clicked open, almost whispering her to enter. She agreed with the whisper and slid into her room, wrapped in a towel.
Bra looked into the mirror and continued thinking to herself. She dropped the towel and stood there naked, just thinking about Goten and what could be.
There was a knock on the door, and before Bra could tell the visitor to hold on, Goten plunged in. And immediately plunged back out.
"SORRY!" Bra heard from outside the door, "I WAS JUST CHECKING ON YOU!" Bra blushed. Well, Goten saw her naked. Bra quickly slipped on a T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts as she laughed at Goten's embarrassment, realizing she had none of her own.
"It's okay Goten," Bra said, "You can come in now." Goten slowly slid open the door, peering in to see if Bra had dressed herself. She had indeed, and even though it was just simple lounging clothes, Goten still blushed.
"You're beautiful…" Goten whispered, accidentally letting his inner monologue go. Bra blushed herself.
"Thank you, Goten," Bra replied, and Goten slapped himself on the head, still in a daze.
"Oh crap," Goten said, "Did I say that out loud?" Bra smiled and nodded, the red tinge still burning her cheeks. Goten stuttered.
"I was… just che-checking on you," He managed, "You know… to see if you were all right…" Bra laughed.
"Thanks to you, Goten," Bra said, "I've never been better." Goten couldn't keep his eyes off his bestfriend. He couldn't believe how much he had fallen for her.
The two gazed at each other for a moment before Goten made a move. A step closer, two steps. Bra just sat there, smiling, as if Goten weren't even doing anything wrong. Before she knew it, Goten had wrapped his arms around her waist.
Their faces were inches apart, and Goten leaned in. So close. And the phone rang.
Startled, Bra pulled away from Goten to answer the phone. Goten just stared, amazed at how close he was to kissing his bestfriend. He listened to Bra on the phone.
"Hi Okaasan." "Yes, you always call at bad times." "Yes." "Uh huh." "Great!" "Yeah." He saw her write something down on her notepad on her desk. "Okay." "Gotcha." "Tell Daddy I love him too." "Bye Kaasan." She hung up the phone and looked at Goten.
"Hi." Was all she could say. Goten grinned back.
The moment was gone.
"Hi." You could cut the awkwardness with a knife.
Then Bra remembered that she was supposed to be mad at Goten. Her face scowled.
"What is it, Bchan?" Goten asked, "What'd Bulma have to say?" Bra 'hmphed' and turned around.
"Okaasan got us a house, and now we don't have to wait a month for it to be ready. The people just moved out. It's about fifteen minutes from here. Now, tell me who that girl was you were with last night?" Bra turned back around, determination in her face.
"eh?" Goten asked, "What girl?" Bra shook her head.
"You know which one. The one from the party last night. The one that wrote her number on your hand." Bra folded her arms.
"What, I'm not allowed to make friends?" Goten asked in defense, "Are you being jealous or somethin'?" Bra shook her head.
"Of course not!" She replied. "I just want to know!" Goten looked sternly at her.
"You go and drink yourself into oblivion," He began, "I carry you home, stay with you to make sure you're all right, pull your hair back for you when you're sick, come back to check on you, and all you care about is some stupid girl who I met for the first time last night?" Goten shut his eyes in anger.
"But…" Bra said, feeling a little sorry for being mad.
"She's nothing to me. It's a girl I met at a party. Is this why you weren't in the best of moods with me? Because of a god damn girl?" Bra looked towards the ground in shame.
"I.." She said, but didn't finish.
"I show you how much I care for you by doing all this stuff for you, and all you can think about is a stupid girl. I can't believe this." Goten angrily said. He threw his hands up in the air and walked towards the door.
"She was nothing," He said, "I would never do anything for her that I did for you. Just remember that next time I try to make a friend." Goten walked out, turning towards the window at the end of the hallway. Bra chased after him.
She was too late as she saw Goten take flight into the blue sky.
"I'm sorry…" Bra said, as if Goten could hear her. But he couldn't.
I overreacted. Bra thought, I'm stupid. She retreated back to her room, tears forming in her eyes.
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An hour later, Goten returned to his room, opening his window to get back in. As soon as he clicked the pane shut, a knock on his door signaled him to a visitor.
"Who is it?" Goten said gruffly, more sad than angry now.
"It's me," Bra said through the door. Goten didn't answer. "I wanted to apologize, Goten. I was stupid. I'm sorry." Goten moved to the door and opened it a little, letting the chain lock click. He peered at Bra, still saying nothing. He noticed the redness in her eyes.
She's been crying…
"Look, Bchan," Goten started, "You hurt me a little bit. We've had our bickerings in the past, but I've never seen you get jealous for my attention."
Bra looked up through the door at Goten.
"I don't know what came over me," Bra said, "I acted so coldly, especially after you did all those things for me."
"Yes." Goten said, and he opened the door, "I just needed some time to think, you know? I think we need to have a talk later." Bra nodded and stepped into the room; into a hug.
"I'm sorry, Goten," Bra said, "You know you mean everything to me. You're my greatest friend." Goten smiled and nodded down at his turquoise companion. He slowly stroked her head as he held her in the hug.
"It's okay," Goten said, "I forgive you. Now, let's go check out that house." Bra smiled and grabbed Goten's hand, leading him to the window.
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"So," Britta said, "Goten asked you to move in, too?" Fender just nodded.
"He said that the house was so goddamn big that six people could live there comfortably. Like it was a TV Reality show house!" Fender replied. Britta smiled.
"Ohhhh yeah!" She said, clenching her fists in front of her in joy, "I can't wait to see this house! Bra said it was beachside and everything!" Fender nodded quickly, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Yeah!" He said, "We can throw some mad parties! And we can help Bra and Goten get together easier!" Britta nodded, then her head perked up.
"Shhh!" She said, "They're coming!" And both shut up and sat on the bed as Bra and Goten entered the room, carrying a couple cans of paint.
"Well," Bra said, "You two seem awful quiet, sitting on the bed like that. What are you two plotting?" Goten nodded.
"You two are up to no good," he said, "and I can feel it." Britta and Fender held back laughter as they shook their heads quickly.
"Jesus," Goten said, turning to Bra, "they remind me of little kids." Bra nodded and chuckled before turning to the two childish roomies.
"Okay," Bra said, "Since you're staying with us, you get to help us!" Britta's face dropped and Fender froze.
"Do…" Britta swallowed hard, "…what?" Goten smiled evily.
"Paint!"
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The four poured across the cement driveway. Fender and Britta stared in awe at the beach house that was now considered their home.
"Hooooooooly shit!" Screamed the two in unison.
"It's frickin' three stories high!" Britta yelled. Fender just fainted.
After dragging the two in, one willing, one dead weight, Bra and Goten took a quick look around to see what rooms needed painting and which didn't. After a quick assessment, they returned to Britta fanning a still fainted Fender.
"Okay Britta," Goten said, "You and Fender are going to be painting this room, while Bchan and I paint the other. We'll do this for a little while and then I'll go get us some lunch, got it?" Britta looked at Goten in protest.
"But he's a lazy ass who's asleep!" She exclaimed, pointing at Fender.
"No, you are!" Fender said, awakening from his slumber and sitting up. Thunderbolts clashed between the two as Goten and Bra slid painting supplies and a couple cans of paint into the room and running to the next.
Britta and Fender continued to bitch and moan until they realized they were alone.
"Hey! They left us!" Britta said, and then turned back to Fender, "You better do your fair share!" Fender tossed a foam paintbrush at Britta.
"Be quiet."
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Bra painted slowly, trimming the edges while Goten rolled paint on with the roller. They had chosen a light blue for this current room, and they were doing pretty good with all the painting. But even though they were doing great, the silence that had come over them was suffocating.
Bra decided to break the silence with a little mischief.
"Goten I'm sorry," Bra said. Goten stopped painting and looked at her.
"For wha--?" Goten didn't finish his sentence. Bra had slapped him in the face with her paintbrush, covering the young man's head with periwinkle. Bra bursted out laughing, closing her eyes. Big mistake.
"Take this!" Goten said, chuckling as he rolled Bra with a large streak of blue, from her head to her toes "Haaaaa! You look like a smurf, Bchan!"
"Gah!" Bra decided to keep it going, picking up a paint can. She chased Goten with it, hoisting the can over her head. The whole time the two were giggling like kids.
Britta and Fender realized that there was a little too much noise coming from the room that Goten and Bra were supposed to be painting. They decided to investigate.
Taking brushes in hand, Fender and Britta walked to the next room to find the two doused in sky blue, rolling on the plastic drop clothes in laughter.
"what the hell are they doing?" Fender asked, using his paintbrush to point for emphasis. Britta shook her head.
"Looks like fun though," Britta said, grinning. She quickly wiped her brush along the back of Fender's neck, sopping him with white paint.
"HEY!" Fender roared, and so began another paint war. Goten and Bra noticed that the two had ventured onto them and decided to see how their war was coming. They peeked from behind the wall to see the two chasing each other around, paint in hands.
"They're cute," Bra said, receiving a grunt from Goten in agreement. At that moment, Fender tripped over an empty paint can, sliding on his stomach to a stop. He rolled over only to find Britta standing over him, paintbrush in hand. Fender tried the move of desperation.
He grabbed her legs and tripped her, sending her tumbling down on top of him. Yet the move didn't work, and Fender was slapped across the face by a falling paintbrush. He opened his eyes to see Britta starting back into them, paint covering her hair.
Without warning, he planted a kiss.
Bra and Goten glanced at each other and smiled. They then went back to their painting, leaving Fender and Britta to finish their "painting." But the scene of Fender and Britta left Bra and Goten a little closer. Every chance they got while they were painting, the two gave each other soft touches, wiped paint off of each other's faces, and wore the biggest smiles. Every so often, one would catch the glance of the other and turn away. A little crimson was added to the blue. The crimson of blushing.
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End Chapter 6
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