Chapter Four
Trunks took to the air as soon as he left the gravity chamber. His father irritated him so much. He wanted him to be this warrior, a perfect killing machine to be used at his disposal. He was a plaything, nothing more than an outlet for his amusement. It was downright degrading and it took him a long time to realize it. When he was a young boy, he would do anything to please his father, be like his father. He was the most powerful man in the universe after all. Maybe if he could be powerful too, he would show him some love and affection. That's all he wanted, a hug or even a expression of pride when he looked at him. But, Vegeta's face was always stone cold. His voice always harsh, pushing him to his limits. Trunks remembered training for the Tenkaichi Boudoukai when he was eight. He couldn't take the pressure of the gravity chamber. His father showed him no mercy, but his pride would not allow him to beg or whine. For what seemed like eons, he struggled to walk around the chamber as his father performed exercises as if he were outside in the grass. He looked at him in awe, he had to be like him. So, he did what came naturally. The let the power within flow out and his hair turned golden. Now, he was able to jump around the chamber with incredible ease. He thought his father would be proud and embrace him. Instead, he looked at him in disgust and shock. Why, he would never know. He failed to meet his approval…the story of his life.
The Mirai comes though the door and is automatically accepted and welcomed.
Trunks huffed as he flew towards the ground. His father's shadow was always heavy and looming over him.
"What has you so deep in thought you land in a pile of dog shit," a male voice boomed, grabbing Trunks' attention. He turned to see Goten in the doorway of his home, laughing hysterically. Trunks looked down to see his brand new Reeboks covered in brown, mushy poop. Scraping his foot on the lawn, he walked forward and popper Goten on the back of the head.
"It's not that funny, " Trunks growled, walking past Goten, who was still laughing. He didn't quite realize the seriousness of his mood not like it would have mattered though.
"Seems like someone is in a real…shitty mood," Goten said, putting emphasis on his pun. Trunks ignored him and found his way through Goten's house. His place was modest, fairly nice for a bachelor pad. He had a small back yard with a Jacuzzi and barbecue grill and a small. Inside was a vast kitchen, a necessity for a Saiya-jin. The whole thing was sleek stainless steel, like on the cooking shows or in the magazine. There was an island in the middle with the pots and pans hanging above it. That's where the luxury ends. His living room was fairly simple. Hardwood floor, modern style couch, chair, coffee table and TV. Well, the TV was new, Trunks noticed. He had one of those flat ones that go on the wall. Around the corner was his bedroom. No comment about that disaster area.
Trunks slouched down on Goten's couch, bringing his hand to his brow. Goten sat down next to him, finally realizing just how depressed his friend actually was.
"What's got you in a fit," He asked, leaning back, searching for his remote control.
"It's my father. Well, and my other me," Trunks replied.
"You're other you? Care to elaborate," Goten asked, turning on the TV, flipping through the channels, unfazed by Trunks' dilemma. Something like this could only happen to them.
"Well, remember those stories our moms would tell us about Cell and how a Trunks from the future came to the past to save us all when I was a baby? Well, he's back. He had some mishap with his time machine and ended up in our future instead of the past," he said, looking at the screen on the wall.
"Well, why does that upset you," he asked, stopping he clicker on Cartoon Network.
"Because, my father accepts him but doesn't accept me. It doesn't make any sense to me, does it make sense to you," Trunks asked, turning to his beloved friend.
"Use your tiara Sailor Moon! YOUR TIARA!!!…Oh…I mean, yeah, that sucks, buddy."
Trunks thought for a second, then realized he would never understand his obsession with the blond, bun-haired girl that ran around in a too-short school uniform. Well…he could dig the uniform.
"Well, I guess I'll go, I'm not that upset anymore," he said, getting up and walking to the front door. Goten hardly noticed, drooling at the images on the screen. Trunks rolled his eyes and opened the door to find Bra in front of him. His sister sneared and pushed him out the way, walking over to Goten.
"You can leave now, slut," she said to her brother without looking, using the remote to turn off the TV. Trunks couldn't roll his eyes any further, so he just walked out, slamming the door.
Goten turned to Bra, who's face was crinkled in an angry frown. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun and she was still clad in her athletic shirt and shorts. He smiled and leaned back, watching her settle on the couch.
"Can I talk to you," she asked sweetly. Goten turned to her and threw an arm around her. He liked her a lot, but her father would kill him if he tried anything. Vegeta already hated the fact they were such good friends.
"Of course you can, sweetie. Must be important with the way you kicked your brother out," he joked. Bra smiled, though she didn't want to. She loved the way he made her smile. It made her feel warm and childish on the inside.
"Well, it's about my brother. Well, my other brother from the future," she said, trying to explain it to him. Goten just nodded, already knowing what she was talking about.
"So everyone has a problem with Mirai, huh. You're brother is jealous that he favors Mirai over him. What is your beef," he asked.
"He annoys me. He's just like this Trunks, only stronger with longer hair," she said in a huff. Goten chuckled, seeing how worked up she got over nothing.
"Is that it? Come on, give the boy a chance. He is your brother after all," he said, trying to be the voice of reason.
"I suppose it's more than that. I know he's my brother, but I don't know if I can tolerate another womanizer around me. You know how he acts, Goten. Even though he's your friend, you must admit he treats women like shit. How you could be his friend, I can't understand sometimes," she said folding her arms against her chest. Goten sighed and shifted his weight towards her. She had a good point, Trunks was a bit of a jiggalo, but he was his best friend.
"Listen, while our Trunks can be…a skirt chaser, we aren't sure if Mirai is the same way. From what I remember from the stories I heard, Mirai Trunks was humble beyond belief. Our Trunks is a pompous pretty-boy. You're being a little unfair, and you know it," Goten said, pointing at her nose with brotherly affection. Bra knew he was right, but didn't want to hear it. Mirai upset her more than he would ever know. Why she was so upset with him didn't matter. He was rude and sex-driven, just like her real brother. Thank the stars Goten's not like Trunks though. Goten is sweet, kind, caring and amazingly innocent for his age. He was handsome, but not vain. When she gave him a compliment on how a shirt fit him, he actually appreciated it. When she cooked for him, he thanked her. When she talked to him, he looked into her eyes. He was damn near perfect. Soon, Bra found herself lost in thought, gazing at Goten with low, lulling eyes.
Goten had also been taken by the moment. He had loved her for so long, but never dared to kiss her. He never touched her, never made an advance to her, but he knew there was something between them. Bra moved in closer to Goten, placing her hand gently on his cheek. He placed his hand over hers and caressed it, letting go of his fears for a moment.
"Bra," he whispered as he clasped his hand around hers and brought it to his lips. He kissed the tips for her manicured hands, looking into her bluish-green orbs. "You know your father would kill both of us."
Bra shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She didn't care. She didn't care about the age difference, she didn't care about her father. Goten was right here, right now. Damn Vegeta. Damn Trunks. Damn the other Trunks. Bra stood up in front of Goten and pulled a pin out her hair, making it fall around her face and shoulders. He looked on, hypnotized as she slowly removed her shirt, then her shorts. To his surprise, she had on no undergarments. Goten blushed furiously as his arousal became evident. Bra smiled as she grabbed his hand, making him stand up before her.
"You didn't come here to talk, did you," he asked, grazing a finger along her collarbone.
"Yes and no," she replied, moving her lips closer to his. The heat of her naked body met his, his erecting straining in his pants, pressing against her firm stomach. Goten's breathing became harsh as blood rushed to every point in his body. Loosing himself, he took one hand and trailed it down her body, stopping between her thighs. He took a finger and grazed it along her womanhood, making her tremble. She moaned and moved her hips, pressing her pelvis against his body, making his finger penetrate her deeper. He could feel the warmth of her body, how she was soaking wet, waiting for him. Goten grabbed Bra by her hips and debated whether he should pull her to the ground and make love to her like he always imagined or push her away and keep the situation from escalating further than either could control. While he contemplated, Bra made quick work of his pants as they fell to his ankles, then his boxers. That was enough to make up his mind…
"We can't" he blurted out, putting his strong hands on her shoulders, pushing her away. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, welling up with tears. His heart began to ache, but he had to do it. It wouldn't be right if he made love to her.
"Why not," she screamed in frustration. Goten pulled up his pants, then picked up Bra's clothes and handed them to her. She snatched them from him and but them on quickly. She kept one hateful eye on him the whole time. How could he deny the pleasure they both had been waiting for? How could he reject her? Didn't he love her? Didn't he want her? Bra twisted her hair back into a bun and turned her lip up at Goten. She just couldn't understand it.
"Don't be too upset. Now is not the time," Goten said, looking at his feet. "I think you should go."
Bra didn't fight him, though she wanted to strike him badly. It was times like this she wished she trained, so she could expel her anger physically and hurt others as much as they hurt her. Bra shook her head and walked out the front door, slamming it so hard, the foundation shook. Outside, she was greeted with the beauty of the dusk sky. Shades of orange, pink and purple flooded the sky, lying lazily along the western horizon. Though she could fly, she decided to walk home. It wasn't terribly far, plus, there was a really nice park in the neighborhood that was really peaceful and quiet. She ran across the street and walked on the sidewalk opposite of Goten's house. She could see the park up ahead and she walked briskly to reach it.
After a few moments, she found herself barefoot, walking through the lush, green grass. The sound of the chirping crickets soothed her as she inhaled and exhaled slowly. The park was beautiful. It used to be much larger, but was made smaller to make room for the neighborhood. The large, sweeping trees with their whispy leaves greeted Bra warmly. They escorted her over to the lake set inlet to the park. She could make it through with her eyes clothes, weaving gracefully though the foliage, as though she was dancing with nature. When she got to the water, she opened her eyes and looked about. Typically, there would be no one here, but tonight would be different.
It was Mirai. He turned around and saw her from across the lake. Instead of walking over to her, he only turned back around. Great, Bra thought to herself. Look at him. He looks so pitiful. How did he find his way over here?
Instead of leaving him alone, she walked over to him. Of course, she wasn't intending this to be a friendly encounter.
