Sorry to disappoint anyone, but I have to write this story as I am comfortable with it. I cannot just change my direction now. The story is what it is.



Chapter 14


The sun began to peak over the horizon as birds flew across the vividly colored sky. The air was not as muggy as it had been the day before, though amazingly, no rain fell either. Bra was up to watch the moon set and the sun rise. She did not sleep all night. Her mind was adrift in her thoughts, her emotions...what she had done. She had lusted after her brother and kicked out her best friend. Her true love was being pawed by that second-rate whore while she basically got nothing. Bra covered her eyes with her hand to put her back to the rising sun. She was in no mood.


"Bra-chan, get up right now," Bulma's voice boomed.


Bra put a pillow over her head and buried it deep in the mattress.


"No, I don't feel like it," Bra said, her voice muffled. Bulma narrowed her eyes and kicked in the bedroom door. Bra leapt up at the image of her mother storming in the room. She pulled the sheets up to her, but her mother quickly snatched them away. Bulma didn't mind her daughter having fun, but she hated when she would be irresponsible and go out on a school night and stay up at all hours. Plus, she would keep Pan up as well.


"You will get up right now and go to class. No one told you to go to that concert and stay up all night. And where is Pan? She needs to get ready too," Bulma yelled, throwing Bra some clothes.


"I don't know where she is. We had a disagreement and I asked her to leave," Bra said casually, stepping out of the bed. Bulma ruffled her brow, perplexed.


"You kicked out Pan? What the hell is wrong with you? You know her parents don't like her out all night, much less unsupervised. You need you get your act together and your ass to class missy," Bulma concluded, storming out the room, slamming an imaginary door. She got half way down the hall when she realized she had broken it when she kicked it in.


"And fix that door, Missy. It wouldn't have been broken if you would have gotten up" she yelled as she went back down the stairs.


Bra rolled her eyes and walked into her bathroom, slamming the door. She really hated how her mother acted sometimes, but at least she knew where she got most of her traits. Her temper and her intellect came straight from her mother. She turned on the water to the shower and took off her clothes. Thank goodness she only had to attend class twice a week. She went to a school for the advanced. She always felt there was no need to go, when she knew she was secured a job at Capsule Corporation.


The water came to temperature quickly and Bra stepped inside, leaving her mother to rant in her bedroom. Thank goodness she was about to graduate, too. She worked a lather with her sponge and began to wash her body. She ran the soapy lather across her chest and down her stomach and remember what it felt like when MT was lying down there, kissing her.


A hot wave flashed through her body.


Bra moaned as she began to wash her lower stomach, then her legs, then her upper thighs. She dropped the sponge and leaned back on the shower wall as she began to roam through her forest. Her fingers treaded through th sensitive area, slipping between folds of wet flesh. She spread her legs wider and slipped a finger inside of herself, testing her own walls. She felt her warmth tighten against her finger and Bra bit her bottom lip. How she wished it was not just her finger penetrating her. She slipped another finger inside of herself and used her thumb to stimulate her pleasure nub in order to bring herself to orgasm.


But she stopped.


She didn't want it like this. She wanted to feel the warmth of another man on top of her. Inside of her. She sighed and picked herself up off the wall and turned off the water. She was being foolish to think about this so much. She needed to just clear her head and go to class. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and prepared to go to class. She decided she would apologize to Pan today and worry about her love like another time. And that is how the day went for the most part.


That is, until Pan started talking about how MT had warmed up to her.


Bra looked dazed, her apple falling out of her hand. Pan looked at her best friend, puzzled. She couldn't figure out why she acted so weird about it, but she let it go, forgave her and asked if she had forgiven Goten yet. Bra shook her head and stood up to leave their eating spot under the tree, leaving her friend alone. Pan called out to her, but her pleas were ignored. Bra skipped out of school for the rest of the day and went to the mall, her santuary. She walked passed the area she and Goten almost went all the way at and smiled, but it quickly faded and she continued on. The faceless people of the crowds passed her by. The ignored everyone. She was just drifting through life today, no direction, no motivation. She was just a shell with no meaning, no reasoning for being. Bra sighed and escaped to the courtyard. She wanted to run away when she saw MT there with a bunch of shopping bags resting on the bench next to him.


He had been to Demo again. Seeing how he quite liked the urban trends, he decided to buy a few more outfits. He had to admit, the style suited his body quite nicely. It exuded his rough and tumble persona. He was now wearing some dark denim Sean Jean sorts with a crisp white and blue Sean Jean polo. He had on a pair of classic white Reeboks with a pair of shoe liners. He had some headphones on his hair flying free to finish the look off. He looked like he could be a model for P. Diddy...if it wasn't for the scar on his cheek. But, it was part of his charm, his attraction. Bra bit her lip, then walked over to him, deciding to make the first move since she obviously went unnoticed.


"I see Goten has rubbed off on you," she said, standing in front of him. She was quite calm. She wanted to be calm for at least five minutes today.


"Hey, there," MT said, taking the headphones off his head. He scanned her up and down. She was wearing a pair of bootcut blue jeans and a cute little blue tank top. Her hair was down and natural and she wore no makeup. She looked very beautiful, he thought to himself before smiling.


"Pan told me that you two warmed up to each other last night. Is this true," she asked, her tone a little lower this time. MT sighed and looked about. Was she worried about this? Was she still thinking about what happened between them last night.


"Look, Pan is a cool and I think I like her. I need to get my mind off of Dominican, so we might go out," he said, leaning back casually. Bra's lip twitched as she read his explanation. They might go out? Go out for what? Pan was such a child. What could she have to talk about to interest MT?


"So, you are just going to act like last night never happened," she asked sharply, her eyes stinging from pending tears.


"Yes, I am. It shouldn't have happened. You only did it because you were mad at Goten. As soon as you see him again, you'll forget all about it," MT said, standing up and gathering his bags. Bra lowered her eyes, not quite knowing what to say or how to act. She didn't want to seem desperate, but she wanted him desperately.


"But...you don't understand," she squeaked, turning to his direction as he began to walk off. MT looked back and flashed a warm smile.


"I understand more than you know. I'll see you at home," MT said, exiting the courtyard.