Chapter 12
The world seemed to blur past Bra as she ran out the venue and into the musky night air. It was thick and heavy, her lungs working hard to draw the oxygen needed to maintain her speed. She couldn't stop running, she had to get away, get away from this reality, away from this pain. She couldn't seem to leave it behind, it followed her where ever she went. It was her shadow, her only true companion. This is how she was to live her life? She would rather die, she thought, running right into the gravel parking pit. Her shoes did not help in the task, the open toes allowing small pebbles to invade. She winced in pain as the small rocks dug into her skin, but she continued to run until the cars were spastically spaced and the groups of people gone. She ran until her heart ached so it couldn't pump blood to her legs and mourn at the same time. She fell to her knees and began to sob, her world crumbling around her. This is how MT found her, a crying mess lying in dust and dirt. She had cuts on her legs, her leather skirt torn from the fall. Her face buried under a mass of green tresses.
Sobbing...muffled sobbing...
Mirai found himself being taken back to the ruins of his beloved city. Dominican sobbing under than hands of the Androids. Too scared to move, to hurt to speak...only sobs coming from her mouth. Her face was unseen, her hair dirtied and tousled about. Her sobs echoing in his mind, his mind urging his body to fly faster, fly to her, save her. Save her from harm.
"I am here, do not cry..."
Bra, still crying, looked up at MT through eyes blurred by tears. His form was over her, falling onto her, comforting her. If she could see his eyes, she would see tears forming, unrestrained. But she couldn't. All she could feel was his body next to hers...and it felt good. She slowly rose so she could hug him more appropriately, more fully...she needed the contact, the show of love. She needed to feel loved.
"Thank you, MT. I treated you so bad and so far all you have done is look after me," Bra said with a strained voice. She then fell into his arms again, wanting him to wrap his around her small, seemingly frail frame. She wanted to be swallowed up and taken away, far away from here...and MT complied. Without a word, he took to the air and flew only a short distance to the grassy node where they had the infamous encounter that changed their opinions of each other. He set her down gently and brushed her hair away from her flush face. MT marveled at her beauty, beauty so familiar...
"You are safe," he said almost mechanically, as if in a trance. He traced her face, tears flowing freely down his cheek...memories and reality melding together to form this moment of need...this moment of tenderness. Bra gazed at him, eyes low, trying to understand what was going through his mind...wondering what was going through her own. Her body reacted to his touch, and extension of his inner beauty. That was something she was only recently able to appreciate, something she now needed...
"I know I am safe...I know I am," she whispered to MT. Somehow, someway, they had found a common bond, a connection...and understanding. The bond between them grew stronger as a unforeseen magnetism drew them together, with each other, needing each other. Sweat began to form on MT's brow as emotions took over his thoughts. Her beauty...her sobs...
MT brought his lips to her cheek and kissed her with unbelievable tenderness, sending a shiver down Bra's spine despite the hot, humid night air. A slight moan escaped from her lips, startling MT, partially taking him away from his trance. He realized it was not Dominican in his arms. He had not saved her. This was Bra, the offspring of Vegeta and Bulma from another timeline, from a different era. She was a different person, they shared the same blood.
But he could pretend otherwise.
"I need you," Bra whimpered, tears forming in her eyes again, fearing MT would leave her alone as well...would betray her. She grasped his neck and pulled herself up to him, nuzzling her head against his neck, her words echoing in his mind. He shook his head, trying to regain control.
"N...no...you don't. You are only hurt...just like me. Came...came to talk, only talk," MT muttered, trying to dive back into the present. Bra did not want to hear it...she did not want to return to reality, not just yet.
"We are the same, MT. Share this moment with me...please," Bra whined, pulling him down closer, closer to her lips. They were pursed, air flowing harshly between them. They wanted to feel the sensation of a kiss, they wanted to be kissed softly, MT could see that. His composure was quickly fleeing and his sanity with it. His thoughts were a blur. He had come to talk to her, try to tell her Goten wasn't doing anything wrong. He was coming to convince her to forgive Goten, again, and come back. But, when he saw here body there, lying there, crying there...all that left his mind. None of that mattered. It mattered not right now.
He inhaled deeply, letting his eyes roll into the back of their sockets. At the same moment, he brought his lips down to hers and took them. The kiss was not a forceful as it first appeared. It was hot, slow and searching. What he was searching for, only his heart knew. Bra seemed to be searching for a goal of her own, hers more apparent, more obvious. She held him tightly and ran her hands all over his body, taking in his very sturdy frame. She wanted him out of his clothes. Without breaking the kiss, she began to lift his shirt up and caressed his chest. MT groaned slightly and moved his mouth to her tender neck. She giggled as his lips tickled her flesh. MT was in another realm. The scent of his lover was lingering in his nostrils. It was as if he had gone back in time, a time when he was content with his life. He could hear Dominican giggling, her green curls bouncing about as she took of her thin wire frames. She giggled the most when he kisses the small of her back.
Mirai moaned, whether it was pleasure of the moment or pain of the memory was unknown. Whatever the case, the memory was enough to open his eyes and look down and the woman in his arms. It was not Dominican and it would never be Dominican. It was Bra...it was only Bra. A woman scorned and hurt by her true love. A woman aching for attention. He looked into her blue orbs, she only smiling back, lust in her eyes. MT swallowed hard and used all the energy he had to push her back. Bra looked on, puzzled. Was she that undesirable?
"What's the problem," she questioned, inching back over to MT. He only moved back, making her frown more.
"The problem is...the main problem is that you are only doing this because Goten hurt you. He loves you, you love him, we shouldn't be doing this," MT explained, standing up and dusting himself off. Bra felt flush. Maybe it was a bit of anger, maybe a bit of embarrassment, maybe even...rejection?
"I see," Bra replied flatly. She did not make any eye contact with MT. She stood up and brushed the grass off of herself and looked over to where the concert was being held. MT looked over his shoulder as well. He was sure the others would come looking for them soon his they did not get back soon. He moved his eyes over to Bra, who looked more than troubled. He didn't quite know what to say, that meant he should say a little as possible.
"Let's get back," he said, taking her by the arm and rising to the air. She did not struggle or fight back. She only used her own power to fly as well and soon they were back that the venue. They made their way to the main floor, trying to find Goten and Pan. Linkin Park was just about to take the stage, meaning they were only gone for a half-hour tops. Relief was all that MT felt for a moment. Their true actions would not be suspect. In the crowd, MT noticed Goten's trademark hair and they pair hurried over there. Few words were spoken from that point. Only glances and stares every now and again. Pan could not get back into the show, so they decided to leave not too long after. They came as the left, the boys in one car and the girls in the other...even though they had the same destination. As Goten drove the SUV, he couldn't help but notice his new friend's silence. He looked over and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"What's eating you? I'm the one who fucked up," Goten said almost jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. MT just shrugged and gave him a fake smile, hoping it was pass for real. Goten sighed and continued to drive until the arrived at Capsule Corp. MT jumped out of the vehicle and looked at the vast building. The girls had already made it home. They were in Bra's room, probably chatting about the night. He turned around and faced Goten, who had an understandably somber look on his face.
"Listen, she will come around," MT said. Goten sighed once more and said "I guess" and thanked him for trying. The formalities flew past him as his mind started to drift again. He could not get the green-hair beauty out of his mind. She was more complex than he has ever imagined...he was different from what he though. Goten said something and waved goodbye and MT did the same. What was next...the question beckoned in his mind.
AHHAHAAH...thought they was gonna get very naughty...didn't ya? HAHAHA…wonder what happens next...
