Versus 4: Temporal Distortion
--Expressions--
Bra looked at the ring that ChiChi had given to her. It had been her mother's ring. She probably shouldn't have accepted it, but ChiChi's feelings would most likely have been hurt had she not accepted it. She couldn't turn down something so meaningful and heartfelt.
She looked over at Goten as he silently drove them to his apartment. It was a little after 9:00 and they had only recently left the Son residence. The dinner had gone surprisingly well. Much better than Bra had expected. Before they went, she had envisioned the how the whole evening would turn out. In her mind things had gone much worse.
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"Now that I have all the people I hate in one place, I'll destroy you all!" Vegeta yelled. He quickly powered up to the fabled Super Saiyan level 3 (which Bra herself had never seen, but for some reason he did it in this particular vision). Holding out his hand in that oh so familiar position, he gathered ki for his assault. "Take this! BIG BANG ATTACK!"
The Son house and everything around it went up in a huge blue-white explosion. The only thing left was a huge crater and Vegeta floating there with his hand still outstretched. He laughed fiendishly, maniacally and loud...
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Bra had to shake the vision. It hadn't happened that way. Thank goodness. Instead he had toasted their relationship, saying, 'To the achieving of seemingly unattainable goals'. He hadn't destroyed anything. And considering his supposed hatred for Goten, she began to wonder why. Her father's 'off again, on again' feelings toward her relationship with her love made little (if any) sense. She had already come to the conclusion that her father was emotionally inane to say the least. She would most definitely have to have a conversation with him that didn't leave her utterly perplexed. But he was always the one in control whenever she talked to him about these things.
Just thinking about the whole thing made her brain seem like it would implode. It was best to concentrate on something of that caliber another day. On a day when her mind was fresh.
They arrived at the apartment, but they both just sat in the car for a while.
"Everything's perfect now. Our parents know we're getting married soon," Goten said with a smile. "We've done it." He took her left hand with his right and intertwining her fingers with his, he stared at them. "And this is how you and I will be from now on. We're a part of each other. Inseparable, forever and always."
Bra's heart raced and she looked into his eyes. She saw that he had no fear of the prison sentence he could face (seeing how she was still a minor and all). She saw the commitment. She saw the love. But she also saw something else. She saw desire. Lust, if you will.
And though she could easily see that desire, he made no moves to appease it. And she began to wonder if he could see that same desire in her eyes as well. Could he feel that emotion within her? If he could see it in her eyes, feel it, then what kept him from acting on his own desire?
"Forever and always," she repeated quietly.
They finally got out of the car and went into the apartment. There was no sound. There was no one in sight. Was this place really empty? Were they really alone...? It must have been destiny. And when destiny is working in your favor, you don't go against the tide.
"Well, here we are," Goten said. "And we've still got a game to beat." He walked over to the TV and started hooking up the Xbox.
Bra walked over to where Goten stood and put her hands on her hips. "That's not what I had in mind."
Goten stopped what he was doing and looked at her, a little confused. "Um, just what DID you have in mind, then?"
She smirked at Goten and took his hands. "I'm ready," she whispered.
Goten was speechless as Bra lead him to his bedroom.
--the next morning--
Oh, she was not going to school today. She felt too good to let school ruin her mood. She would just lie in bed and wallow in the memory of her 'first time'. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Well, in a way it was. It was almost like sparring. They had taken their time 'warming up', but when they got right down to it, they REALLY got right down to it. While they displayed all the right moves, it had all happened so quickly. And when they'd both 'won out' at the end of one match, they'd take a short breather and then start up another. It was more electrifying than any fight she'd ever had.
And she loved every minute of it. Though she used to think that she would like to have a long slow first time, this was 100 times better than she could ever have possibly imagined. Everything was so much more intense this way. Goten had been so very gentle, yet they had been surprisingly fast with the way they did things. And at that pace, there was no time for them to think about their actions; therefore all they were pumping out were pure, unfiltered emotions. Bra liked her fights that way and now she found that she also liked her love making that way.
And obviously, Goten had been rather 'enthusiastic' about all of this...
Yes, she was tired. Yes, every muscle in her body ached. Yes, that one part of her in particular was in a little pain now. She wasn't really sure how that was possible when during last night she hadn't really felt any pain. Maybe things had gotten so intense that she just didn't feel the pain that most girls say they suffer when losing their virginity. Odd...
It had been a very VERY physical experience. Not in a psycho-lover kinda way. They just became well-acquainted with each other's body. That was the best way to put it.
The only thing that would have made the night better is if she would have been able to spend the night there with him. But she had to get back home, so he ended up driving her there. They had both been too worn out to fly.
Now she lay in a dream-like haze, wishing that she could be near him again. And if she closed her eyes, she could feel his touch... His hands caressing her every curve... His body pressed firmly against hers... His lips adoring her body in ways she never thought were possible... His tongue finding all of her most sensitive places...
As she half-dreamed of her night with Goten, she barely noticed that her hands seemed to be retracing every place he had explored. Apparently in order to feel again what he had made her feel. And apparently she was succeeding, even in her half-dozing state. She let out a quiet sigh mixed with a moan...
Bra heard a knock on her bedroom door and fully awoke. She rolled over so her back would be to the door and pulled her covers over her head. It had to be her mother. What awful timing.
Bulma opened the door. "Bra, honey."
She immediately wished she had locked her bedroom door.
"You're late for school," Bulma said as she neared the bed.
"I'm not going to school today," Bra mumbled from under her covers.
"What was that? You're not going to school? Are you feeling okay?" Bulma questioned.
Bra groaned. "Mother, go away. Everything's fine. I just don't feel like going to school today." She probably should have gone with the 'being sick' thing.
Bulma yanked the covers off of Bra's head. "You don't feel like going? Get up. You're not missing school just because you don't feel like going today." She sat on the edge of Bra's bed. "Just because you're engaged to be married doesn't mean you can skip school."
Bra groaned again and turned to her mother, narrowing her eyes a little. "Mom, it's just one day. I promise I'll go tomorrow."
Bulma looked at her for a while, then put a hand to her forehead. "You look unusually flushed today. Are you sure nothing's wrong?" She smiled. "Maybe you shouldn't have gone out with Goten last night. He's giving you more hickeys than your neck can handle." She giggled a little.
Bra blushed and rolled her eyes.
"You're gonna need something to cover those," Bulma said. "Because you're going to school. Get up."
"Fine," Bra muttered. She got up and made her way to her closet to pick out some clothes for the day.
"Oooooooh. Now I see what this is about," Bulma declared.
That statement seemed to come out of nowhere. Bra turned to her mother and looked at her strangely.
"I remember that walk," Bulma said. "I don't believe this. You finally did it. I hope it's safe to assume you two used protection."
Awwwww, crap. Was she really walking differently? She sure didn't feel like she was walking any differently.
"Mom, it's not what you think--" Bra began, but she stopped. What was she saying? It was exactly what she thought. But she'd expected a different reaction. "You're not mad?"
"Oh, honey. Why would I be mad? You're growing up. Sure, you're only 16 and you two aren't married yet, but it's only natural to want to be with someone you love in that way," Bulma told her. "The only reason I would be mad is if you told me you didn't use protection."
Bra looked away. "We were safe."
"Good," Bulma said. "Oh, my little girl is really a woman now." She walked over and took Bra's hand, then pulled her back to the bed and sat down with her. "So how was it?"
"Oh, come on, Mom!" Bra said, blushing deeply.
Bulma held up her hands in defense. "Alright, alright. I won't ask."
"Do I still have to go to school?" Bra whined.
Bulma thought for a while. "You don't want to talk, so there's really no reason for you to stay at home, now is there?"
Bra frowned. Even through all of this, she remembered that she had something really important look into. "But I do want to talk. Just not about this. I wanted to take a look at everyone's EEG readings."
Bulma snapped her fingers. "Right." She stood. "You can have the day off today. I'll even let you sleep in a little longer. Just come to my lab when you're ready to look at them." After a couple of seconds, she giggled. "My little girl's given away her virginity."
"MOM!" Bra shouted. "That's it." She stood and started gently pushing her mother out of the room. "Don't call me. I'll call you." She closed the door and remembered to lock it this time. And surprisingly when she collapsed onto her bed, she fell asleep.
--later--
It was something after 11:00 when Bra made her way in and out of the shower, and then to the kitchen. She needed food. Her stomach had been pleading with her since her mother woke her up around 8:00.
She looked at the milk carton in the back of the refrigerator, and then looked at all the stuff in front of it. "I sure don't feel like moving all this junk outta the way just to get some milk," she murmured lethargically. But she wanted cereal. She would starve if she didn't do something. She just stood with the refrigerator door open, hoping the carton would miraculously find its way into her hand...
She sighed...
The milk carton was still at the back of the refrigerator, most likely staring back at her, wondering why she was just standing there.
Bra summoned the will to move everything out of her way and grab the carton of milk. "Ah." She grabbed two boxes of Rice Crispies, the sugar dish and her favorite monster-sized cereal bowl. When she sat at the kitchen table she looked at her breakfast equipment and frowned. "Spoon."
Once she found a spoon she turned back to the table and saw Vegeta sitting there with several, several sausages and a loaf of bread. But he wasn't concentrating on his food. He was looking at her.
"Dad?" Bra asked as she took her seat at the table.
From the looks of it, he had been there the whole time, but she couldn't be too sure. Why hadn't she noticed him there? Wasn't it a little early for her father to be on his lunch break from training?
"What are you doing home from school?" Vegeta asked, genuinely perplexed.
"Didn't go," Bra told him. She prepared her cereal and started eating.
"I can see that," Vegeta said. "Why?"
"Didn't want to," Bra stated, shoveling spoon after heavenly spoon of snap, crackle and pop into her mouth. "I want to talk to you. About the dinner yesterday."
Vegeta looked at Bra strangely for a while. "Something's different here," he said slowly. "What are you up to, child?"
Bra panicked. Was it possible that he knew she'd slept with Goten? She took controlled breaths before she spoke again.
Right before she could say anything, her mother came into the kitchen wearing her little robe, which was opened, revealing the pale pink lingerie she had on underneath. "Oh, Vege--" When she saw Bra sitting there, she stopped and quickly closed her robe tightly around her. "Bra. Hi there... It kinda slipped my mind that you stayed home today." She smiled a little sheepishly.
Vegeta looked at the ceiling and shook his head.
Bra frowned. What had she gotten herself into? Maybe she should have gone to school.
Bulma cleared her throat. "That's right. You said that you wanted to go over those EEG readings." She took Bra's hand. "Come along." She pulled Bra to her lab.
Once they got to the lab, Bra looked around. "I wasn't done eating," she said quietly, mostly to herself.
Bulma tied her robe and started pulling out a bunch of EEG charts. "You can always get back to it." She lay the EEG readings out on one of the examination tables and showed Bra around. "Now, let's go over this again."
Bra looked around the table. Her mother had taken the liberty of clearly labeling whose readings did what. That was really convenient, considering she wasn't an expert on the subject herself. Sure, she had a theory about it, but she knew nothing of these brain waves or their true purposes.
"As I've already told you, there are different types of brain waves. These different types of waves occur in particular parts of the brain and are recorded from those regions of the head. The reason I wanted you all to be asleep is so that there wouldn't be different waves occurring from person to person. First, you have the awake and resting wave, or the alpha wave. There's the active mind wave, or the beta wave. You have the theta wave, which usually only occur in children or when an adult is in the earliest stages of sleep. But as you know, my main interest was the deep sleep wave, or the delta wave," Bulma explained. "There is a 5th type of wave--the gamma wave--which is the highest frequency wave and is associated with high-level processing."
Bra listened as her mother spewed forth this information. She'd remembered her mother mentioning something along those lines before. She had the basic principle of it, though she was sure that she wouldn't further her studies in this field of science. She could tell that her mother found it quite fascinating, however. It made her wonder why her mother hadn't become a physician. She surely had the knowledge to become one.
"Now, you know how I like to do things. I've tweaked this electroencephalograph, so it records more information than your standard EEG would," Bulma went on. "Every electrical impulse, no matter how small, is recorded on these sheets." She pointed to her own reading. "I consider myself your normal human. My brain wave during deep sleep is this very big very slow moving wave. And as you can see, there are some underlying waves, but they are all along the same frequency and amplitude."
"Alright. So what about the Saiyans?" Bra questioned.
"Well, I thought that your father would be the ideal Saiyan to study, but it seems he wasn't. He had the same readings you had when you first got yours done," Bulma said. "Now, you're probably wondering why I don't consider him the ideal Saiyan, seeing how you two were the first ones I did. You see, at first, I did. And I thought that Saiyans just had strange readings to begin with because, well, let's face it, you're not human. But when I decided to take a look at some other Saiyans, I realized that the kinds of waves you two displayed weren't normal at all. When I did Gohan's and Pan's, they pretty much came out like mine--"
"Pretty much?" Bra asked.
"Well, there are bound to be some differences. Just not so dramatic, like yours and your father's," Bulma answered.
She showed Bra the EEG readings of Pan and Gohan. Indeed, they looked the same for the most part.
"Goten and Trunks' readings were like theirs as well," Bulma told her. "So I figured, maybe it's got something to do with the percentage of Saiyan genetic material you possessed. Maybe the more Saiyan you are, the wilder your waves would be. Things like that. You know, the chances that genetics from both parents split right down the middle are actually very slim. I mean, think about it. You understand basic genetics, right?"
Bra nodded.
"Considering you have a father who's 100 Saiyan and a mother who's 100 human, you could possibly come out with 50 Saiyan genetics and 50 human genetics. Follow?" Bulma asked.
Bra simply nodded again.
"Now according to BASIC genetics, there is a 50 chance you'll come out with 50/50 genes, a 25 chance you'll come out with nothing but human genes, and a 25 chance you'll come out with nothing but Saiyan genes," Bulma told her. "Are you getting this so far?"
Of course she was getting it. It was a very, very basic principle of genetics. Any kid who half paid attention during biology would understand that much of it.
"Well, that would be the case if you cut your little genetic pie into pretty little slices," Bulma told her. "But there are other possibilities, other factors, that lie in between. Your whole family history on both parents' sides becomes a factor. And then that nice pie you cut into those 4 slices becomes a jumbled mess. And your genetic material has to sort through all of this even before birth in order to make up who you are today. Why, you could be 83 Saiyan and only 17 human for all we know. Even a slight majority of Saiyan mix could have caused what we saw in those readings."
Bra hadn't really thought of it that way before--
"But so much for that theory. It all went flying out the window once I got the readings of another 100 Saiyan," Bulma continued.
Bra rolled her eyes. Then why go through the whole genetics speech? She began to think that her mother just liked to listen to herself talk.
"Goku's reading came out like mine. Like Pan's. Like everyone else's," Bulma went on. She showed Bra the readings. "And with that theory gone, I really don't know what else to think." She held up one last reading that looked like the majority of the readings she'd shown her. "And then this happened. And it blew me away."
Bra took a closer look at the reading and saw that her name was on it. "It's the last reading you got from me."
"It's the last reading I got from you," Bulma repeated. She put the reading next to the other normal readings. "You said that you had a theory. That's why you wanted your test done again. So tell me, Bra. What is it? Where did that hidden wave go?"
Bra smiled. "I can tell you my theory, but you probably won't believe it."
Bulma frowned. "What are you talking about? Tell me."
"It went to Goten," Bra said simply.
--End Expressions--
--Very little Goten in that episode. And on top of that, it was kind of a weird episode.
--Here come the flames. Some of you out there will probably be upset about the way this episode was done. Yes, I did it this way on purpose. Like I said, I don't write lemons. It's a travesty, I know. Try not to cry. I thought it would be better this way. Besides, I'm still kinda new at this whole writing thing. Give me a break.
--Thank you for reading this episode. And thank you for the reviews. Let me know what you liked. Let me know what you didn't like. Mostly what you didn't like because I know I went too far this time! HA HA HA HAAAAA! (sigh I think I've lost my mind. Maybe it's the heat.)
--Hey, there's only one more episode to go, yet there are so many unanswered questions. What could possibly be in store for the final act?
