SPIDER WEB

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"LOVE IS LIKE A SPIDERWEB WITH LOTS OF FLIES TRAPPED IN IT."

-VEGETA

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Chapter Two

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The week had past much too quickly for Bra. What was she going to tell Goten? All week she had thought and nothing had come to her mind.

She let her mind drift to Goten. He was one of the truly perfectly made men in the world. Dark eyes, dark hair, a slight tan and every delicious inch of him was made of muscle. Goten was the perfect gentlemen, he was kind and considerate, he paid for every meal and movie they saw together, and held open every door for her. He was perfect, and she was about to lose him.

Unbidden to her mind, another image appeared to Bra. This was the problem; she was the problem. She knew someday she would regret what she had done, and today was the day. Payback was a bitch.

It had not helped that her mother had once again called everyone for the annual Labor Day weekend pool party and barbeque.

The one question she had decided was Goten serious about having an excuse ready, or was he pulling her leg? Some how Bra doubted it.

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"Gohan!" called his wife. "Breakfast is ready and get your lazy brother down, too!"

Gohan had already leapt out of bed and was dressed by the time Videl had finished yelling. He walked into the hallway and across the floor into Goten's guest room. He smirked evilly.

Screaming like a banshee, Gohan leapt onto the sleeping body, letting gravity do its thing.

For Goten, it was as if the world had ended. He had awoken believing someone was dying a horrible death. Still half awake Goten screamed three octaves too high for any man's voice to achieve.

Gohan could not stop laughing.

"What in God's name was that!" said a wide-eyed ChiChi. Her hand clasping the coffee mug so tight her knuckles were white.

"Oh, that's Gohan," Videl paused as a feminine shriek came next. "And that is Goten. I told your son to wake up the other. And Mom, please relax your grip, I don't need another cracked mug"

"Oh," was all ChiChi could say. She absently put down the mug.

"Morning honey. Morning Mom," said Gohan as he merrily strolled into the kitchen, he kissed his lovely wife on the cheek. A scowling man followed Gohan into the room.

"Guess what, Mom."

"Oh, no you don't, Gohan!" Goten growled. He leapt across the table, tackling his older brother.

"Goten peed in his pants when I jumped him!"

ChiChi spit out her coffee. She began to cough hard.

"Don't say a word Mother." Goten stated, the threat obvious in his voice. "Don't even laugh."

"I'm not laughing," ChiChi told her son. "The coffee went down the wrong way, that's all."

"Oh, before I forget, Gohan. There is a barbeque at the Brief's today for Labor Day. We're invited," said Videl.

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Bulma sighed. This was not what she had had in mind. She had decided to invite all her close friends and family over for the annual barbeque. All she had wanted was some fun and laughs, what she got was growls and headaches.

She looked around, everything seemed perfect. The pool was open, and the water a perfect seventy-six degrees. Croquet and volleyball could be played at a moments notice. The hamburgers and hotdogs and fried chicken were cooked to perfection. There was plenty of salad, chips, soda, and beer. It was just that the guests were not up to par.

Vegeta growled at Yamcha. Yamcha was all over his wife, helping her set the table, trying to hard to make Bulma laugh. It was nauseating. He looked around, Bra and Kakarot's brat seemed very angry.

He watched the interaction of the two, seemed like they had fought. Once again he wondered how no one else had noticed the two's relationship.

"Oh Trunks! You have ice cream on your nose! Here let me wipe if off for you!" squealed Maron, plunking herself on Trunks' lap.

Trunks stared in horror at Maron. Why in God's name had she sat in his lap of all people?

For several years Maron had been coming on to Trunks, hard. He wondered if anyone else noticed. He had tried the nice approach by telling her he did not think of her in any sexual manner, but more like a friend. He had tried telling her off. He had even tried ignoring her. Nothing had worked thus far.

Trunks subconsciously tried to put as much space between him and the girl straddling his lap. Unfortunately there was only so much space he could press himself into a lawn chair.

"So the man walked into the bar, and guess what he saw! Go on guess!" said Yamcha to Bulma, barely able to contain his laughter.

"What, Yamcha, what?" Bulma sighed. She wished her lover would come around and chase Yamcha away.

"He saw a lemon drop! Get it? A lemon-" Yamcha could not explain the joke. He laughed and slapped Bulma on the back, hard enough to make her brace herself against the picnic table.

Vegeta looked away from Yamcha, he only knew to well what would happen if he beat up the man, three days without sex and no chocolate milk in the entire mansion.

Deciding he needed something to turn his thoughts away from pounding Yamcha into the ground, he searched for his son. He smiled when he saw the predicament his son was in; Maron had him cornered and was drawing hearts on his chest. His son's expression was priceless; he had never seen such a desperate look on anyone's face before. Vegeta laughed. God only knew his son would become afraid of a female.

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Goten felt retched. He prayed silently to God to let Bra have an excuse, any excuse really. He did not care. All day he had thought about sitting down and crying. He loved her, truly loved her, and if she was not the one for him, then who was? Goten did not want to imagine what it would be like to live without her.

Here he was, watching his love talk, laugh, and smile with everyone but him. It hurt more than he could imagine. Inwardly he sighed.

He approached her, "Bra."

Bra looked up, startled. "Goten," she whispered.

"Do you have a reason?"

Bra could not look at her lover's face. "I have some, but," she stopped unable to go on.

"But?" prompted Goten, he took her by the arm to one of the picnic tables for more privacy. Bra was relieved that Goten cared enough to keep them from being embarrassed in front of all their friends.

"They aren't true, the excuses. I'd just be lying more to you," whispered Bra. She looked up and winced at the pain and anger in Goten's eyes.

"What do you mean 'lying more to' me? Are you saying what we had was a lie? I loved a lie? I was loving and living in a lie?"

Goten's voice rose as the emotions took over. His raised voice attracted all the attention Bra had not wanted. All eyes went from Goten to Bra wondering just what was going on, trying to piece together what was left unsaid.

"Wait a minute," said Trunks trying to piece together what he had just heard. "You mean you two, my sister and my best friend, are going out?"

"Were," stated Goten not tearing his eyes away from vivid blue ones.

"I couldn't let you tell anyone because," Bra paused, looked around and saw Ubb. "I was secretly seeing Uub, too."

Goten felt his heart snap. "How could you, Bra!" his heart cried out, full of pity and sorrow. What was actually said came out hard and cruel. "How could you, slut? You bitch! Two timing me, you whore? How could you?" His anger slammed on him, forming a barrier to his pain. He wanted her to feel all the pain he felt. He hit her hard across the face. She crumpled as did Goten's heart.

Goten stormed off, not bothering to wipe away the hot angry tears that came. He left a stunned group, a crying girl and a very confused Uub.

Uub Lyons walked up to Bra, lifted her up and looked into her eyes trying to find something.

"Did you sleep with him?" he asked quietly. For the moment Uub felt nothing, and it was good.

Bra nodded, fearful. Uub merely turned away from her. "When were you going to tell us? When we both proposed to you? Or when you became pregnant?"

"We always used protection."

"But mistakes happen, don't they? Just like going out with you. Just like when you decided you needed both of us to make you happy. To satisfy your needs."

"I love, no! - loved you both. What was I suppose to do?" cried Bra, tears running down her face.

She was so beautiful even when she cried; it would have tore Uub's heart if he was not so numb. "Not what you did. Goten should not have hit you, but I can see why he did it. Good bye, Bra." With that Ubb left, walking off the Brief's property and towards his car.

"Oh, God! What have I done?" cried Bra.

The gang watched their respect of a friend fall with each one of her tears.