Lemon warning. There is a lemon in this chapter. If you are offended by lemons, run away and run far, far away.

Chapter Sixteen

Mirai fumbled with the faded picture in his hands for a moment, then threw it to the ground. Tears stung his eyes as he tried to fight off memory after memory. Memories of her. Memories of the reasons he was forced to leave. The reasons that he stayed. The reasons he could never go back. The torment he went through day after day. The hell that was his existence. No matter what he did, he could not escape it, and the tiny picture of him, his mother and his former love became the outlet of his fury, but also a reminder of his sorrow. He picked up the picture again, gazing at it.

Mother.

How wrong his mother was, forcing him to leave his time line in search of a better life. He should have killed himself long ago, right after Dominican died. He should have done so to be with her in the afterlife. But no, he had to stay. His mother...this home, his planet. It was still all on his shoulders. How horribly depressed he had been.

Mother.

She had rushed him off so. He was beginning to understand her more. Mother...who had lost everything. Her friends, her family, the father of her child, her dreams. She, too, burdened hell. She suffered with him. All she wanted was to know he was suffering no longer, even if it meant suffering without her only child. She was truly selfless, thinking only of his pain and never about her own. She would trade her life for Dominican's if she knew it would make her precious boy happy. She truly had given him a chance...a chance to make a difference. Take a different course in life. Instead, what was he making of it? He had fallen in love with his sister and damn near raped her best friend.

The latter made him cringe. Pan...what he had done to the poor girl had brought him to shame more than anything he could imagine. She trusted him so much, loved him so much. And what did he do to that love? He turned it into something disgusting and vile. He took her no better than a whore should be taken. He took her virginity on the cold, hard ground and treated her like no woman deserved...all the while only thinking about his primal needed. The need to rid his body and mind of the sick and twisted desire he had for his sister. A desire that was tearing him in two.

But, in some strange way...it was not that aspect of his attraction that bothered him the most. It was te fact he lusted over a woman that did not belong to him, on so many levels. A woman that was never meant for him and was truly in love with someone else. A woman whom he tried to help mend a broken relationship. A woman whom reminded him of a lost love. He couldn't even decided if he was truly attracted to Bra for being Bra...or because he could look at her and imagine it was Dominican. He knew it before he left and it was most evident now...

He never should have left.

Again, his eyes moved to the picture in his hand. A part of him wanted to tear it in two, the other part of him wanted to burn it until nothing remained. It was only the sound of an approaching car that saved the faded photo from doom. He went to his window to see Pan getting out of her car. He had forgotten she was coming. He needed to freshen up, looking down at his mangled appearance. MT then disappeared into the bathroom.

Pan pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. She found herself to be quite nervous, for this would be the first date she and MT would have since the incident a couple weeks ago. They had continued to hang out, but he was so...distant. She began to wonder if something was wrong with her...if he didn't enjoy her. But, MT ensured her that was not the case, that he was just going through a lot at the moment. She had no choice but to take it at face value. And speaking of face value...

"What do you want brat?" Vegeta questioned as he opened to door.

"I...I'm here to see MT," she said, trying not to show her fear. He critically scanned Pan, and she felt uncomfortable. Why was he looking at her like that?

Vegeta had noticed a change in the girl...no, this woman. She seemed more mature, more alluring. Her body had changed also. It seemed to gain a few more curves, where there was just modest beginnings a few weeks ago. Those kind of changes are hormonal. Both humans and Sayian go through them, but in Sayian blood, the effect is amplified. And there are only three catalysts. Puberty, sex and childbirth.

"He's in his room," Vegeta replied cooly. Pan slid past the dominate Sayian male and dashed up the stairs...all the while, Vegeta was eying her. Had his son really...with her?

Pan ran down the familiar hallway. She remember the many afternoons where she and Bra would run down these halls together and into her room. They would spend countless hours gossiping, talking about mindless-teenage things from dusk until dawn. They were best friends...the best of best friends until...

Until the Linkin Park concert. Everything seemed to change that night she broke up with Goten. Bra simply could not figure out why her friend became to hate her so much...projecting her hate for her ex to her. Maybe it was because that was her family that hurt her...she now looked at Pan as an enemy...as if she would automatically pick Goten's side. But, it wasn't like that at all! Plus, all this new, exciting stuff had been happening with MT that she should have told her already. Hell, she wasn't a virgin anymore!

Pan stopped in front of Bra's door. She wanted her friend back so desperately. She balled her hand into a fist and brought it against the door three distinct times. At first, she heard nothing. Then some stirring. Soon, the door opened and she say her former best friend for the first time since the night she and MT....

"What do you want?" Bra snapped. Her eyes, that were once as soft as the sea foam that rode the quiet waves were as sharp as daggers. She wore a light blue CK cami and matching boyshort undies. Her fuzzy, blue bunny slippers were evidence that she was still Bra...but just a much colder, hate-filled version.

"I...I...I don't know. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know why you started hating me after the concert. I want to know what happened to our friendship. Gods, Bra, I love you like a sister. I don't want it to be like this anymore. I don't know why you hate me. Please tell me...tell me something," Pan pleased, her dark eyes glowing with pain and passion. But, Bra stood unmoving, unaffected by her words.

"Have you fucked him yet?" Bra questioned harshly.

"Wh–what?" Pan muttered, almost shocked the words came out of her mouth.

"Did your slutty, tramp-ass give it up to MT? Seeing how you swoon over my brother...it would be no surprise you giving it up to MT at the drop of a dime if he offered," were the unimaginably cruel words Bra left for her former best friend to swallow. How could she? How could she say such things about her?

"I...I love MT. And yes...we did make love, for the first time a couple of weeks ago...that night we saw you at the club," Pan managed to say, regaining her footing, holding her head high. She was not ashamed of what she and MT had done or shared, now would she cower before Bra...a woman who obviously cared nothing for her anymore.

Bra chuckled at first...then began to laugh quietly...then burst into a hysterical laughter that filled the hallway. It was all too funny to her. They made love? Pan had to be kidding. What she that disillusioned to think MT cared anything for her? Perhaps she was, because the look of total hurt on Pan's face was enough to say it all. But, the painful gaze soon turned hard and cold. No more, Pan thought to herself. No more.

"That's it. I tried. I loved you and I still do, but I will not let you treat me like this, you jealous wench," Pan spat, catching Bra's attention.

"Jealous?" Bra mused.

"Yes, jealous. Jealous that what you once had, I now have. And what you could not get Goten to do, MT has done for me. You've spent your entire relationship sexually frustrated with a man you loved. Here I am, my dreams coming true with the man I love. You can't deal with it, can you? Well, that's too damn bad. Get over yourself. You may be Vegeta's little princess, but not in the real world, hun," Pan said without skipping a beat. All Bra could do was take her words and digest them. Her smirk turned into a quiet, stone gaze which Pan equally matched. It was official. They were no longer friends, but enemies.

"Get out of here before I claw your eyes out," Bra said, slamming the door in Pan's face. Pan could not help but to smirk, knowing she had hit a nerve with her former friend. Now, should could face her man confidently...some of the weight she was carrying before lifted off her shoulders. She now placed her hand on the knob of his door and opened it to see a nude MT.

"Oh!" Pan gasped as she shut the door, somehow embarrassed by his wet nudity. Then, she remembered the intimate moments they shared and realized she need not be embarrassed. That was her body now. She opened the door again, this time MT was at the door also. It seems he was just about to re-invite her in, but this time he had a towel wrapped carelessly around his waist.

"Sorry, you usually knock before you come in," he said, smiling. His lavender hair was dripping wet and clinging to his fine face. Pan looked up and him and smiled brightly. She put an arm around his damp neck and pulled his lips to hers. They kissed deeply, then she backed away and slowly strolled over to the bed. She would show Bra. She would make her pay.

"I want you to fuck me," Pan purred the command to where it sounded dirty, yet very erotic.

"Pan?" was all MT was able to mutter, his face full of shock.

"I want you to fuck me hard so the whole world can hear how much you love me and my body," she said, cocking her legs open.

This was honestly the first time MT was truly attracted to Pan for her being her...or...not her. This naughty, sexually nondescript creature in front of him aroused him to no end, the proof poking from under his towel. The sudden sexual prowess of Pan sent his body alight....and warning signals to his brain. Something was not right about this...not right at all.

"Pan..." MT lulled, trying to manage his erection. He would have to in order to diffuse the situation. "Pan...what's this all about?"

"I want you," she replied flatly.

"I can see...but this is not like you. What happened to the modest Pan?" MT questioned honestly. Pan dropped her expression and she forced herself to recall her conversation with Bra to him.

"I see," MT said in response to her story.

"To be honest, I want to make her more jealous. I want her to hear me scream your name and pound my fists against the wall," she said, her voice uncharacteristically sexy. And, it did have an effect on MT, but when MT was in his right mind, he could control himself with little effort.

"I understand that...but you know making her feel that way won't solve anything," he said. And he knew Pan didn't know how true it was. Pan didn't know why Bra was truly jealous.

"I don't care to solve anything," Pan said, nuzzling head against MT's bare chest.

"Maybe not...but it still isn't right. Why don't you go home? I'll talk to Bra, then I'll meet you at your house," MT suggested. Pan was quiet for a moment as she traced imaginary lines into MT's arm, then she sighed and sat up.

"Alright...but you are fucking me tonight," Pan said as she saw herself out the door, down the hallway and back downstairs. She caught a glimpse of Vegeta eying her again. Instead of cowering, she added a switch in her hip and waltzed out the door. Vegeta couldn't help but to cock a brow at the sight and wonder what the hell was going on. Deciding he had enough of young, hormonal adults for one day, he retreated to the back lawns of Capsule Corp to divulge one of the training chambers.

What was going on? MT was determined to find out. After fixing his towel properly around his waist, MT flew out his door and pounded on Bra's. After a couple of moments, the door opened slightly. Bra caught the sky blue eyes of MT and she couldn't help but to laugh.

"Boy, am I popular today," she contorted. Unamused, MT pushed the door open and forcefully invited himself inside. A little shocked, Bra just shut the door behind her and kept her eyes on the unpredictable male before her.

"You are a lot of things, Bra, but 'popular' isn't what comes to mind," MT bit.

"Oh, your whore must have told you what happened?" she replied.

"My what?"

"Your whore. That little slut that you screwed the night I saw you at the club...or so she told me. Tell me, Mirai, does she know? Does she know she is just an instrument? A toy that you are using? A device to cope with your sexual frustration? I'm guessing no, from the pride she took in telling me how much she loved you...and how you two made love. Made love? With all your pent up desire, I'm sure it was more like a massacre..." Bra's speech was halted by two strong hands wrapping themselves around her long, slender neck. She gasped at the sudden ferocity of his actions. His eyes no longer looked him his own...but that of a wild beast.

"If you were a man, I would kill you," he said through his teeth before releasing her. Bra brought her hands to her throat to make sure everything was still in tact.

"Kill me for what? Telling the truth?" she asked.

"Why not? You hate Pan for telling the truth don't you? She may not know all the details, but she's right. Pan has what you could never have and you are jealous about it," MT yelled. Bra bit her bottom lip. The words stung more when they came from MT's sweet, sweet lips.

"She took what was mine!," Bra finally yelled.

"I was never yours!" MT shot back.

"Oh, really?" was Bra's response before she walked briskly over to MT and kissed him wildly. The heat the formed between them was electrifying. Bra's fingers clawed at MT's bare chest and almost automatically, he took her into his arms and began to caress her soft, supple body. Yes, this is what he was wanted for the past few months. He wanted Bra in his arms, Bra's lips against his. Yes, he wanted her.

Bra's hands made their way down to his waist, where she quickly disposed of the towel to reveal is straining member. Bra pressed her hips against his to feel him and MT groaned. Bra slid down his body and found herself on her knees, facing th massive length. She kissed the tip before taking it fully into her mouth. MT stumbled back a few stepped and braced himself against the wall, the sensation of Bra tongue around him sending chills down his spine. He threw his head back and moaned her name. Bra grabbed the base of his staff and fondled the sack behind. She squeezed them hard, making MT suck his teeth and ball his fists in an attempt to contain himself. MT grabbed the back of Bra's head to control her rhythm, to slow her down. She slowed her paced, but did something with her tongue that made his toes curl. Unwilling to spill his seed just yet, MT withdrew himself from her mouth and stood Bra up. MT couldn't even remember how he found himself in her room, but he knew he wouldn't be leaving for some time.

Bra reached behind her back and unhooked her light, cotton bra and let it fall to the floor. Next were here boyshorts. Both were now nude, breathing heavy and harsh. MT stroked his member as he watched her body glide to the bed. She laid down on her back, her legs open wide. She slid her hand down to her jewel and began to play with herself, the wetness of her region making it hard to get grip on the bud. MT grabbed her hand, then pushed her down on the bed. He kissed her softly...almost as softly as the first time they kissed...and Bra felt as if she were going to melt.

"Mirai," she whispered as he penetrated her, not with the harsh and primal need he had with Pan...but with the gentle strokes of a lover. As wrong as it may have been on so many levels, this was the first time he felt as if he were doing something right in months. MT stroked her slowly, making sure all of him filled her. She clawed at his back, the sensation more than she could take. She had never felt such mindless abandon, and she loved every second of it. Every stroke, every moan, every kiss, every climax. Over and over again, they shared each other's bodies. He had her in her bed, on the floor, on her dresser, in the bathroom against the wall. He would have her in every way he could find himself to imagine. He could climax, but continue on inside of her...until his legs ached and his heart felt it was going to leap outside his body. MT rolled over to his side, his head pounding, his eyes tightly shut. Bra rolled on top of him and kissed him softly, trying to get him to calm down. He put a strong arm around her and held her tight and kissed her sweat-drenched forehead.

"What have I done?" MT whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

"What you have wanted to do since the moment you saw me," Bra responded.

"We shouldn't have," he said, kissing her forehead again.

"But we did," she responded.

Yes, they did. Now what? There now would be Goten and Pan to deal with. How would he possibly deal with them? Pan was in love with MT. Goten was in love with Bra....Bra was in love with MT, MT and Goten were best friends. No matter how you sliced it...this would not be easy. And now, after this happened...there's no way he could brush off his true feelings for Bra. Yes, they did it...but where did they go from here?