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The Fallen AngelChapter Five: Mixed Emotions
He knew that she was in the bathroom taking a shower. The whole room was filled with her wonderful scent. He took a deep breath and shuddered. He moved silently, stripping as he goes.
He could clearly see her standing under the shower, washing the foam from her body. She is so beautiful, he wanted so much to hold her in his arms and never let go.
He crept behind her and pull her against his hard body, letting her know how much he wanted her. He groaned as she turned around to face him, her sleek body rubbing his sensitive places. He looked down at her face and was struck again by her beauty.
"Goku…"
She grinned and slipped down his body. He gasped as he felt her hot breath against his…
Goku sat on his bed gasping. He groaned; it's not like him to have this kind of dream. In fact, he never did.
'What's wrong with me? And who the hell is the woman in his dream? How come I seem to long for her?'
"Will you hurry up already? They are all waiting for you downstairs." Shouted the irritated Pan. "You have been at it for two hours, Bra. Do you really need to take that long?"
"Yes. I want to look my best in front of her. Really hate to be bested by her."
Pan could hear her distaste in Bra's voice. "Why do you dislike her so much?"
"Why? Come on Pan, you also dislike her. She is self-centered, selfish, whines a lot and … and…"
"And Uncle Goten's girlfriend." Pan interrupted before Bra could continue her list of Paris's flaws.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You should know. You seem to disapprove of all the girlfriends Uncle Goten brought back. If I didn't know you better, I'll be tempted to say you are jealous."
"Me jealous over HIM! Are you seriously out of your mind? There is no way I'll be jealous over him. Not in a million years."
"Denial, denial." Pan shook her head and dodged the hairbrush Bra threw at her.
"Hurry up, Bra. Don't let the others wait for you too long. Plus I think Uncle Goten will be quite pissed with you in that outfit."
"He would, wouldn't he?" Bra gave Pan a wicked smile.
"Can't wait to see his reaction." Pan giggled as she went out the room. She knew very well that Goten would blow his top when he sees the outfit Bra had on. It had begun a long time ago when Bra was still 15. She would go to clubs wearing really skimping dress and Goten would growl whenever any guys try to go near her. Pan would ask him why is he acting this way and he would say that because Bra is his best friend's sister, it is his responsibility to look after her well being. Although Goten would never admit how much Bra actually meant to him, Pan knew deep down he would do anything for Bra.
"Finally!" Goten exclaimed. "Women are really troubleso…" Goten stopped at mid-sentence as he suddenly glared at that particular someone behind Pan.
"Go back to your room, Bra. In case you haven't notice, you haven't finish dressing." Goten growled under his breath as he continue to shoot daggers at Bra.
Bra was wearing short red dress that only reaches her mid-thigh. It was sleeveless and bareback revealing far to flesh for Goten's liking. Her hair was tied back, showing her graceful swan-like neck. On the whole, she looks like she is wearing lingerie instead of a dress.
"No way. It's none of your business what I wear. Anyway, as the sayings go, if you have it, flaunt it." With that, Bra step pass Goten and went out the door.
Pan could feel Goten's ki rising rapidly. Trunks sense it too. So he decided to step in before Goten commit murder in his house. "Don't worry to much. I'll make her wear a jacket when we get there. Plus we will be there to keep an eye on her."
Goten took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. She always has a way to make him lose his temper. He had no idea why is that so. "Sooner or later she'll drive me crazy."
Even though he had muttered under his breath, Pan was still able to hear it with her Saiyin hearing abilities. 'You have no idea, Uncle Goten. No idea how venerable you are when it comes to her.' Pan smiled.
Her shoulder blade throbs from the branding. Her weak body had reached its limit. She trembled violently, her chains making clanking sounds. She hated showing weakness in front of her captor.
"So…you still refuse to tell me where he is?"
"Not in a million years, Zanadra."
"Well then. You left me with no choice. Klaus, get Elder Sitrus here." Zanadra barked at her left-handed man. The man nodded and ran out.
"As you know what Sitrus's powers are, we will get the information in a matters of minutes. Once I got what I want, you will be wishing you never come back at all."
"What do you mean when you said I was cursed?"
"You really wanted to know? Since you won't leave long enough to fulfill the prophecy. Fine then."
"Fifty years ago, Elder Sitrus, leader of the Seers, had a vision. From that day, everything changed. And the clans started to fear the day the prophecy will bear fruit of destruction. Just imagine, we, the holy being, afraid."
"Our world will come to an end.
She who bear the mark of the firebird
Will rise from the ashes and
Together with her consort
Chaos will be brought forth
Destroying clans of holiness"
"What does that mean, Sitrus?"
"Lord Zanadra, a cursed child will be born to us. She will bring us downfall."
"She who bear the mark of the firebird, who could it be?"
"You see, Saiyana, you are her. The cursed child."
"Mark of the firebird…" Saiyana whispered."
"Yes, ring any bells? I'm sure you remember your disgusting mark below your spin. The mark the clans feared."
The dark chamber suddenly flooded with light. Saiyana lifted her head and squinted at the door. There, standing in the doorway, was Elder Sitrus. The one who is going to extract her secret from her mind whether she like it or not.