Harm of Will

Bra's POV

We left the Goku's house pretty early. It didn't seem like anyone was happy to see us anyway. Trunks decided to come stay with us for the night so he followed us out. Vegeta didn't seem too happy about Trunks visiting, he kept me close to him, but not too close. I wanted to do something but I knew Vegeta's rules with me.

Trunks stared out the window nervously. I tried not to look like I felt out of place and awkward, I didn't want him to feel that way. Vegeta said nothing; he just looked out the window like Trunks did.

As soon as we arrived home I headed up to my room to get ready. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I had to be ready in case plans were kept. My servant was waiting in my room for me, she had prepped my clothes and bath like she always did. I started to take my clothes off but I heard a voice behind me.

"Please excuse us," It was Trunks. The door shut and he stepped closer to me.

"Trunks it's a little late to mess around now, don't you think," I laughed.

He stepped closer into me, next to my ear, "Bra what are you doing?"

I laughed, "I am getting ready to take a bath."

"Why?"

"Because I like to be clean."

He grabbed my arm and flipped me around. The violence in his actions scared me and struck a chord deep in my stomach. "Bra," he searched my eyes and spoke slowly, "What are you doing."

I felt a sickness rising from my stomach, a combination of lust and fear swirling around in my gut. He was close to me. He had never acted like this before, never been violent with anyone or demanding even. I resumed undressing to challenge his next move, "I am taking a bath, brother, because I like to be clean and I want to relax."

I didn't wait for him to respond, I turned around and headed for the tub. "Bra," something changed in his voice. Sorrow chocked his words, "What are you doing? What about mom? How could you?"

"Mom's dead," I mumbled, " I haven't done anything wrong, you don't know what you're talking about."

"What about me," his words stopped me. He loved me before he got married. He had loved me for a long time, but never admitted it.

I opened my mouth but could not cough anything up. All I could do was look at him. His blue eyes searched mine in the most accusing way but with some sort of innocence behind them, something mine did not have.

"You're married."

"Come stay with me."

"No! You think I want to live with your happy family? You think you are saving me? I want to stay. I belong here, I am not happy."

"If you aren't happy you need to get out."

I need to stay. I will be worse of somewhere else. And," I cut myself off.

"What? And What?"

"He needs me here."

This made him lose it, "What! You can't possibly believe that! You think he loves you? He's fucked up Bra! He misses mom and you just happen to look a hell of a lot like her. He doesn't love you."

"I know that! I loved you, but you went off with someone else. Vegeta and I-"

"Dad! Call him fucking Dad!"

"WE need each other."

"Bra, please," He came closer again and took me into his arms, "I had no choice but to go with someone else. I love you and I care about you. I can't live with myself knowing I let this go on."

It felt so good to be back in his arms, I hardly listened to what he had to say. His breath on my neck made me wish he would kiss me. He took off after having an intimate encounter with me. He thought there was something wrong with him, something wrong with me. Mom found us together and her reaction startled both of us and changed Trunks' mind about me.

I lifted my head to look him in the eyes again. So much pain and regret behind them. I knew he loved his wife but he loved me too. "Trunks," I lowered his head to mine and kissed him, "I love you too," we continued kissing, he didn't try to fight his feelings. I tried to speak again but he kept my mouth on his. He was grabbing for my legs desperately to lift me up to him. My body felt warm, I enjoyed the passion in his movements, but I pulled away from him. "It's over Trunks."

He stared at me panting slightly. A big sigh came from his lips, "I know."

He lowered me to the ground and turned to walk out of the room. I watched him go and remembered him. The truth was I didn't want to stop him, didn't want to push him away, but Vegeta and I needed each other more. There was no place for us, we had both lost something that would never come back.

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