I do not own Dragonball Z.
Bra had been staying with Goten for a month now. A whole month free of the palace, guards and most importantly, of her father and brother. For the most part, she was enjoying herself immensely. She'd met the other woman - Callie, her husband Tavis, her son, and Goten's grandfather Bardock. Despite herself, she really liked Callie. The woman was strong and smart and didn't let the guys give her any shit. She wasn't Pan, but a female she could relate to. Tavis was completely indifferent to her, like he was to everyone else.
Bardock really gave her the creeps, however. The old man was always looking at her funny, as if he was trying to figure her out. It made Bra very uncomfortable. He constantly asked questions about her family and where she came from. She wanted nothing more than to kill him, but knew that wouldn't go over well. So, she just tried to avoid him as much as possible.
Life with Goten was one confusing day after another. At first, she tried to leave, but he conveniently came up with reasons for her to stay every time. Eventually she stopped trying and stayed with him, she had no place else to go anyway. She didn't understand Goten at all. He never tried to make her cook, clean, or do any of the things a woman should do. And that meant anything. The entire month she'd been with him, she slept every night alone in her own bed. He never tried anything with her. Bra had absolutely no idea why he wanted her around. It was completely frustrating. She did not run away from her posh palace to house sit for some third class. Not only that but they fought constantly. Bra was headstrong and use to getting her own way. Most of the time, Goten was a push over but sometimes he could be just as stubborn. They mostly fought about his position in the squad. Bra seen him in action and sparred with him many times. He was good, very good. She thought he should be running things, not taking orders from some dumb ass. Goten was hotly against it, but he would never say why.
Despite everything that infuriated her about him, she found herself falling in love with him. He was like no man she'd ever met, not that she'd met that many. They just seemed to click together. He made her laugh and no one else could ever do that for her. While appearing to be dumb and slow at first glance, she found him to be rather intelligent. They could talk for hours on any subject. And he didn't just agree with everything she said either. He had his own views and opinions and wasn't afraid to argue to defend them. It was refreshing. She thought that maybe he liked her too, but didn't show it very often, if at all. It was all these reasons and more that they were arguing right now.
Goten sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. They had been going at it for fifteen minutes now. He didn't understand what the problem was. She knew for at least a week now that he had to leave for this stupid mission today. All he wanted to know was if she was going to be here when he got back and she went off on him. They spent every day together and he wasn't any closer to understanding her. She had one the worst tempers he'd ever seen on anyone. It almost seemed as if she loved to goad him into fights.
"Beta look. I'm already running late. Are you going to be here or not?" He asked.
"Why the hell should I, Goten? What's the point?" Bra all but yelled at him.
"I've already told you about 50 times! I like having you around. Isn't that reason enough?"
"No." Bra said defiantly. "I'm not just some stupid house sitter for you. Why do you really want me here? I want a good reason. I think you only have me here to make Callie jealous! Which, I might add, isn't working."
Goten looked at her in shock. Where the hell did that come from? He hadn't really even thought about Callie since Beta began living with him. The wheels in Goten's mind started turning. He really liked Beta, just didn't know how to go about getting her, even though she lived in his house. Of course, he could have taken the usual route and just taken her like most men did, but that wasn't him. He didn't want to come off like some creep who only wanted one thing from her because that was about as far from the truth as possible. He wanted to take things slow so as not to scare her off. He remembers some of the things his father had said to him about women when he was little. He said that if they really liked him, they would let him know. That was how his father got his mother. Most people thought Kakarot was an idiot but Goten revered him as a prodigy, a man who thought well above his time. He could tell that Beta had feelings for him as well, but she hadn't exactly given him the green light either. Women confuse him too much.
He came back to the situation at hand in the middle of one her tirades. She was really pissed now. She'd gone completely off the subject and was ranting about something stupid he'd done a couple of weeks ago.
"Goten are you even listening to me?" She screeched in a pitch no person should be allowed to achieve. Goten winced at the volume and tried hard not to rub his ears. Sometimes he wished that she came with a mute button. He looked at the time on his com. link and groaned. He was supposed to be there five minutes ago. Now he was going to have to listen to Tavis yell at him. She was giving him a dirty look and he guessed that he was supposed to answer her question.
"Look. I'm already five minutes late. I'm leaving, just be here when I get back." He said, and then moved around her to get the door.
Bra had other ideas though as she moved in front of him to block his path. "Don't tell me what to do, you asshole! I want a fucking answer!" She yelled.
Goten didn't know what she wanted an answer to, but he was getting very pissed off at her behavior. He frowned down at her and was getting ready to make a nasty remark when she crossed her arms over her chest and challenged his look with one of her own. He took an uncertain step back; the look she was giving him could stare down a mountain. He started for a moment as he realized that she remarkably resembled the royal family. Only they could give a look to stop someone in their tracks.
Goten shook his head to clear it from such insane thoughts. Granted the princess was missing, but it would be absurd to think that Beta was her. He stopped that line of thought before it started. He was sure he could be killed for even thinking about the princess.
"Move." He said coldly and pushed her aside.
Bra balled her hand into a fist and growled. How dare he talk to her that way! She cocked her arm back and swung as hard as she could on him. Goten turned just in time to catch the punch before it hit him in the head. He was madder than he ever remembered being. He just wanted to crush her tiny little wrist and leave, right now he didn't care whether she stayed or not. Beta knew how to push his buttons and did so with such precision.
He frowned at her, looked into her brown eyes and stopped. Like so many times before, they captivated him. She was mad but her guard was down and he could see something that he had never seen before. She was hurt. He didn't know what exactly he'd done to hurt her, but it made him stop. He searched her eyes for a clue as to what was bothering her, but just as soon as it was there, it was gone.
"Let go of me, Goten, or I swear you'll be sorry." Bra said in the deadliest tone possible. "Goten, I swear . . . what the hell is your problem? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Goten suddenly remembered why he wanted Beta here with him in the first place. Despite her nasty temper and high and mighty attitude, she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Now he was sure what he wanted to do. She was still yelling at him to let her go, but was not struggling with him at all. He needed a way to shut her up and make sure that she was here when he got back. There was only one thing he could think to do.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She stopped talking immediately and her eyes went wide with shock. He reached around with his other hand and brought her closer to him. She sighed and closed her eyes. The kiss only lasted for a minute, but it was all she needed. Goten broke the kiss and backed away from her. He smirked, her eyes were closed and her lips were still puckered from the kiss.
Goten ran a hand gently across her cheek. "I'll see you in two weeks." With that, he turned and ran out the door.
Bra stood there for a few more moments. She opened her eyes and saw that Goten was already gone. Wow. He kissed me! I knew he couldn't resist me. She thought with a devilish smirk.
Bra raised a hand to her lips, which were still tingling from his touch. She turned and went back into the kitchen humming happily to herself. All thoughts of leaving Goten vanished from her mind. Now she couldn't wait for him to get back so she could have more of his sweet kisses.
Trunks walked out of the meeting room where he'd spent the last month. His father had completely forgone all responsibility to look for Bra. Now he had to deal with everything. Not that it was that hard or anything he wasn't used to doing, but this was the time he was suppose to be spending exclusively with Pan. They should be traveling across the galaxy or something cool and interesting like that. He shouldn't be wasting his time on meaningless shit like this.
His missing sister was completely ruining everything for him. His relationship with Pan was on the rocks because of her. Pan hadn't slept with him in weeks and the after effects were starting to show. She'd gone back to sleeping in her own room and wouldn't even talk to him unless she had too. She was still pretty pissed off about him drugging her, which he did more than once. Not only that, but she wouldn't stop blaming herself for Bra being gone. When they did get together, they fought about it. He didn't know what to do, so he just left her alone.
On top of that, his father was practically killing himself every other day to look for her. He would leave and not return for days at a time. On several occasions, Trunks had to go out and look for him, only to find him half dead and mad in some remote location. Vegeta stopped training and wouldn't eat unless he was on the verge of dying. Trunks had no idea that he cared that much about Bra. He sometimes wondered, in his more jealous moments, if his father would spend so much time and energy looking for him if he took off. He highly doubted it though. He'd been well able to take of himself for some time now.
All he wanted more than anything in the world was to find his wayward sister alive and well. So he could kill her himself. He'd given up on worrying about her. What was the point? When she was ready to stop being a child and come home she would. Bra was a Vegeta and just as crafty as the rest of them. Not to mention she had their mother's IQ and wouldn't be found unless she wanted to. As soon as she did bring her sorry ass home, he was going to beat her within an inch of her life, and then heal her, and then beat her again. He imagined it would go on like that until he grew tired of it.
Thoughts like these kept him going through the day. It was all that he had left. His father had never been the one to turn to in time of need and it seemed Pan was showing her true colors by turning her back on him. He never thought she would do something like that to him when he needed her most, but it was exactly what she was doing. He was beginning to think marring her was a mistake like his father had warned him. On some of the darker days he thought about finding her and killing her for not being there, just starting over with someone who would listen to him. But he just couldn't do it. It was in these moments that he realized something fatal. He loved Pan for everything he was worth. He couldn't imagine her being taken away from him, let alone by his own hand. He didn't know when it happened, but it was there. He often wondered if she felt the same way about him, but they couldn't talk about such things. Not now at least. He knew it was the stress that kept her away from him. He wasn't the most pleasant person to be around when he was stressed out.
As he walked through the halls to his chambers, he looked down at the last orders his father had given before taking off again. There was a full-scale rebellion going on in sector 78. Instead of going and dealing with the insubordinate fucks he was stuck here. The orders were to gather all the warriors from that sector and bring them home to help in searching for the princess. Trunks shook his head. The entire damn empire was going to collapse because of her. They couldn't just ignore things like that. It looked bad and may give others the idea to do the same thing. With a sighed, he realized there wasn't much he could do about it now. He wasn't king and didn't want to be right now. So, he reluctantly gave orders to some third class to go and retrieve them. It was a damn embarrassment to the empire having to go through all this trouble for one bratty child. No one would take them seriously after this.
Trunks disintegrated the papers when he reached the doors to his room. He wondered briefly where Pan was but was too tired to give it much thought. He hadn't seen her in days, but knew if there were any trouble his guards would let him know. He yawned loudly and went into his room, hoping tomorrow would be better. He decided to forego the bath since he hadn't done any training that day and went straight to his bed.
He walked into the bedroom and immediately noticed he was not alone. Pan was in here with him. What does she want? Trunks thought irritably. He wasn't in the mood for another argument. He stopped and stared into the darkness at her form. He watched as she sat up and wrapped the blankets around her. Neither said anything as they stared at each other for the longest time.
"Trunks," Pan said hesitantly. They hadn't exactly left on the best of terms the last time they were together. But Pan couldn't go another day without seeing him. "We need to talk."
Trunks sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't like the sound of that. No good ever came from that statement.
"What is there to talk about?" He questioned her coldly. There was no way in hell he was going to let her know how much her absence has affected him.
"Come to bed, please." Pan asked him gently. She could tell he was hurt, no matter how he tried to hide it. She felt bad about the last argument they had and she'd been avoiding him since.
"Come to bed? Come to bed?" Trunks questioned angrily. "Now you want me to come to bed with you! Don't tell me what to do! Where have you been the last couple of days? Now you come to me and act as if nothing ever happened?"
"Trunks, I don't want to argue . . . " Pan started, but then was cut off.
"Oh, so now you don't want to argue. So, I guess I should have checked your schedule first, huh? Well Pan, I have news for you. I'm too busy now to deal with your shit. So why don't you just go back to your own room. I have more important things to deal with right now than you." Trunks ranted in the meanest, nastiest voice he saved only for his guards. His body shook from trying to hold in the intense feelings he'd kept bottled up over the last few weeks and he tried hard to suppress the murderous rage that was flowing through him now.
He hadn't meant to go off on her like that, but what did she expect? After everything, her coming to him like this had set him off. He couldn't believe she would just show up like this. After avoiding contact with him when he needed her most. He wanted to punish her in some way. He'd never been this angry with her before, he was afraid of what he might do to her now. One glance at the look on her face though changed his mind. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see the expression on her face. Her brown eyes were round and glassy with unshed tears and her bottom lip was quivering. He'd never seen her this way and suddenly wished he'd kept his mouth shut. His heart broke when she let out a painful sounding sob and started crying. Trunks rushed to the bed and wrapped her up in his arms, all thoughts of pain and punishment gone with the first tear. He hadn't seen Pan cry since she was a child and now it was too much for him to know that it was his fault. He gently stroked her head, like she'd done for him so many times, and murmured soothing sounds into her ear. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted her to stop.
Score one for Pan, Pan thought as Trunks tried in vain to get her to stop crying. She didn't say anything, just tried to force the tears out. It was a dirty little trick she saw Bra use to get her way on several occasions. It was wrong she knew, to use emotions this way, but she didn't want Trunks mad at her anymore. This was a sure fire way to get him to forget. She swore to herself that she would never do this again, but it was quite nice having Trunks fawn all over her the way he was. Evil manipulative girl, she thought as she let Trunks wipe away her tears.
"I'm so sorry Pan. I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't cry, please." Trunks pleaded with her. He'd give his right arm now to get her to stop.
Pan had to control herself to keep from bursting into laughter. She'd never seen Trunks like this before. He was never the consoling type. Pan started taking deep breaths, which to Trunks seemed as if she was trying to get her tears under control, but Pan was really trying to keep from laughing and giving herself away. She stopped crying and looked up at him. She could see the worry in his eyes and suddenly felt bad.
Trunks breathed a sigh of relief when she finally stopped crying. He looked into her eyes and could tell that she felt bad for the fight that they had before. No words were needed now and when she opened her mouth to say something, he silenced it with a kiss. Pan sighed as he kissed her and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into the bed with her.
Trunks ripped off his armor and pressed his body against hers. It'd been too long since he'd last touched her. Everywhere their bodies touched a fire ignited. He buried his head into the nape of her neck and moaned as she nibbled on his ear. His desire for her was burning out of control and he realized how much he needed to be with her.
Bra stumbled tipsily into the house. She reached around on the wall for the light switch and after a few minutes of not finding it, she gave up. She stumbled through the dark house to her room, tripping over the furniture that made their way into her path. She found the door to the bedroom by memory, but forgot the door was shut and walked right into it.
"Shit!" She cursed loudly, while rubbing the sore spot on her head. She moaned and leaned her head against the door. She didn't really want to go in there and sleep tonight. She didn't want to sleep at all. She wanted to be in Goten's arms, but that wasn't going to happen. She missed him terribly. Every night she dreamed of the ways they would be together when he got back. Sometimes the dreams would be so extreme she would wake covered in sweat, her body still tingling as if he was there.
She decided at that time to sleep in Goten's room instead. His smell was all over the place and it made her feel as if he was right next to her. She entered the small, dark room and looked at the bed half expecting him to be there. He was not. She began to slowly, erotically take off her clothes, one piece at a time. She imagined he was there watching her every move, his dark eyes wide and anticipating, filled with burning desire and lust, waiting for her to finish and join him in bed. She tossed her clothes carelessly around the room, her eyes fixed on the spot she imagined him to be at. When the last of her clothes were gone, she ran her hands slowly down her body. She could almost hear him growl with excitement. She walked seductively over to the bed and crawled on. She rolled onto her back and waited for him to do what he wanted with her. But Goten was not there and she stared blankly at the ceiling above her.
Bra growled in frustration. Two weeks he was supposed to be gone. Two fucking weeks! Instead, she'd been alone in his home for almost three and a half. She was lonely and bored with no one around to keep her company. She didn't like to be alone. Bra almost welcomed Bardock when he came to visit. Almost. The old man was creepier than ever when Goten wasn't around. The bastard was almost too perceptive for his own good. On several occasions, he almost caught her in a lie. He didn't trust her and she didn't trust him.
Callie came by the most, having to be in the same boat as her. The girl was worried sick about her husband. She said that they were never this late from a mission. She was positive that something had gone wrong, considering they were entering a revolt in progress. More than once, Callie even got Bra worked up. She wasn't used to worrying about anyone except herself. The feelings were completely new to her, caring for someone else. She hated to admit it but she did care whether he came back and worst of all she was worried that he wouldn't.
The two women talked most of the time. Bra thought back to the one conversation that made the difference in everything she felt for Goten. She'd asked Callie straightforward what went on between her and Goten. The woman got very uncomfortable and didn't seem to want to talk about it. This reaction made Bra want to know even more.
"Well," Callie said, avoiding eye contact. "If Goten hasn't told you, I don't see it my place to say anything."
"Goten won't say anything either. Look. I heard the conversation the two of you had a while back. I think I deserve to know what went on!"
Callie narrowed her eyes at Bra. She didn't like being eavesdropped on, although she remembered having the sneaking suspicion that they hadn't been alone that day. "What are you so worried about, Beta? I am a married woman. I am no threat to you."
"I never said you were a threat. How could you possibly be up against me?" She replied in her snobbish tone. "It doesn't mean I don't want to know what went on. Why don't you want to tell me?" Bra asked. She avoided the subject with Goten because she was afraid of what his answer might be. He never did say anything when she asked him before he left.
Callie felt her temper rise at the comment. Why wouldn't she be a threat to her? She was after all, Goten's first love.
"Beta, it was nothing. We were just childhood sweet harts. We grew up together. He was my first as I was his. We were just fooling around." Callie answered at last. The look on Beta's face told her that she found the answer unsatisfactory, but there was no way she was going to tell her the details of their relationship. It was none of her business and it was not Callie's place to disclose such information.
"Goten likes you Beta. Tavis tells me that you're all he talks about when training. He's just not very good with women. A few failed relationships will do that to a man. Give him time he'll come around." Callie added.
Bra sat silently for a few moments digesting what she'd heard. A new tiny spark of hope rekindled in her heart. So, he talked about her. That was good. A man only talked about women when they captivated them or when they had great sex, but Bra had never slept with Goten, so it had to be the latter. She looked up at Callie and saw the older woman looking fondly at her. That was when she decided she could call Callie friend. It was good to have a friend, especially now that Goten was gone.
Gone, but would soon be returning home, she hoped. Callie came by earlier in the day, completely distraught and obviously on the ends of her wits. Bra suggested that she take the babe to Bardock's home and go to the bar. She wanted to pick fights with drunks to work off some tension. Callie readily agreed and that's where they'd been all night.
Bra sighed; she couldn't explain the feelings that she felt for Goten. She'd never felt this way about anybody before. It was more than just lust she knew. She respected him and didn't respect anyone outside of her father. Her thoughts changed from wondering where Goten was to how her family was doing. She knew, from Goten telling her, that he was tearing up the countryside looking for her. She smirked; her little device was working well. He'd never find her all the way out here. Let him destroy his own planet. She didn't care. For once, since she could remember, she was happy. There was no way she going home now. Not now that she knew Goten had feelings for her. Living here may not have all the perks of the palace but at least she didn't have someone looking over her shoulder constantly. She missed Pan terribly, but that was about it.
She stretched out on Goten's large, comfy bed. She could feel herself beginning to nod off, the effects of the liquor already wearing off, leaving her sleepy. She hoped Goten would visit her dreams again tonight and more than that, she hoped that he would be here when she woke.
She was running through beautiful, flower-covered fields, Pan right behind her. They were laughing, having fun. It was a perfect day, the sun was shining brightly and there was a warm breeze blowing through her hair. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been happier. She looked behind her to see Pan trying to catch up to her. She was shouting something but Bra wasn't paying attention. She turned back around just as she hit a rock hidden in the grass. She flew forward and landed on her face in a patch of tiny yellow flowers.
Pan stopped when she saw that the Princess was down. Bra sat up, her face was covered in dirt and grass, she wasn't happy. Pan tried to keep from laughing as she ran to see if she was ok.
"Bra! Are you ok?" Pan asked her face was twisted from trying to keep in her laughter and tears shone from her eyes.
Bra's pride was hurt. She knew she must look ridiculous. She looked up at Pan and started crying. The expression on Pan's face changed from humor to worry. She knelt down next to her and began to check her for injuries. Bra only wailed louder. She was so mad. Princesses didn't trip over rocks! They were always graceful.
"Oh Bra, sweetie, you're ok. Don't cry anymore." A soft voice said from above her. The two girls looked up and saw Bulma standing above them. She looked amused as she knelt down and started brushing the dirt off of Bra's face.
Bra stopped crying and let her mother clean her up. By the time she was finished getting the grass out of her hair Bra was smiling again. Her mother always knew how to make her feel better. She jumped up as if nothing had ever happened.
"Come on, Pran! Lets prick some plowers!" She yelled excitedly and took back off running. She could hear her mother behind her laughing happily.
The two girls stopped at a patch of red flowers and began to pick them. Pan found some purple flowers a little way away and went to pick those. Bulma sat down to watch the two of them and their two guards stood behind her, keeping a watchful eye out for trouble.
The warm sun beat down on her back as she tried to arrange the flowers into a wreath, like her mother showed her. She was going to give it to her daddy when it was finished. He will love it, she thought happily as she worked. She looked up at the sound of her mother's voice. She was talking to one of the guards. Bra frowned. She didn't like the new guards. She wanted Owen back, but he was with his mate, they just had a new baby. So, she was stuck with those two for a while.
She went back to working on her wreath, her tiny fingers trying to manipulate the flowers into a ring. She was almost finished when she heard Pan shout. She looked over to where Pan was to see her jumping up and down.
"Trunks is back! Trunks is back!" Pan yelled happily. Bra stood and ran over to Pan, if her brother was home so was her father. Sure enough, she could see two tiny dots on the horizon, coming toward them. She stretched her arms high above her head and held her half-finished wreath up. She waved her arms so that they would see where she was and not miss her. She was so happy. She hadn't seen her father all day because he was away training. Now he was home and would play with her. She wished she could fly so that she could meet him half way. She'd have to have him teach her how.
She suddenly had the strangest sensation run through her body. It was the same feeling she got when her father was mad. She wondered for a minute if he was mad at her for something, but then realized that it was coming from behind her. Pan must have felt it too, because she turned at the same time Bra did.
Bra didn't see anything unusual. Her mother was facing in the direction her father was coming from and was smiling. Both guards were behind her and they were smiling. Everyone seemed happy, so Bra smiled at her mother and she smiled back. But the strange feeling wouldn't go away. She looked over at Pan and saw that she was not happy. She was just about to ask her what was wrong when she heard her mother scream.
Bra turned back to her mother to see her enveloped in a blinding, white light. She watched in shocked horror as her mother fell to the ground, a gaping hole in her chest. She didn't think she just ran to her mother's side. She vaguely heard Pan screaming something at her. She didn't care. She had to help her mother. Where were the guards? Why weren't they helping her?
Something appeared in front of her, blocking her path to her mother. She looked up to see one of the guards smirking cruelly at her. She froze when she saw the ball of energy in his hand.
"Bye, bye Princess." He said coldly and launched the deadly sphere at her. She screamed for her father to save her, but he was too far away to hear her. Something knocked into her side and sent her flying out of the path of the attack.
She looked up in time to see Pan get hit with it. The blast knocked her backwards, but Pan got back up. She was hurt and bleeding, but she still ran straight to Bra.
"Bra run! Run away Bra!" Pan screamed, but she was frozen to the spot. She was too scared to move. Where was her father? She was screaming and crying, why wasn't he here? Why was this happening? She didn't understand. Was her mother ok?
She saw the guard coming after her again. She couldn't do anything to stop him. She didn't know how to fight, how to defend herself. She watched as he let loose another blast at her. Bra couldn't look away as it came toward her. She watched again as Pan jumped in the way and took the blast intended for her. Pan fell backwards and landed on her. She struggled to help Pan up. The guard wouldn't let up on them and sent another blast at them. Pan knocked that one away as if it was nothing. She was so strong. She stood in between her and the guard, prepared to defend her. Pan was holding one of her arms and Bra saw that it was badly injured and she couldn't use it.
She could hear her father screaming in the distance. He was close. He would be here soon and the bad men would be gone. Then everything would be ok. Everything would be ok. Bra backed away as the guard went after Pan. He kicked her in the stomach and she doubled over. He punched at her but she dodged it. Then she used her good arm and blasted the guard with all her might. The blast sent the guard tumbling back, but he righted himself and came back at them. Pan was breathing hard and Bra could see that her injuries were taking toll on her body and energy. She wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer.
Bra screamed as the other guard grabbed her from behind. This distracted Pan and the first guard was able to land a punch in her face that knocked her out. The guard that had her lifted her up by her neck and began to squeeze. As her air supply was cut off, tiny black dots appeared in front of her eyes. She couldn't scream. She couldn't cry. Through the haze she saw a golden light in front of her. It tore through the guard that had taken Pan out like a knife through butter. He turned his teal eyes toward her and she could see it was her brother. But he was different. He looked like their father. He changed.
Just as Bra was about to loose conscience, the guard dropped her. She took in deep breaths, trying to clear her head. She felt something roll next to her. She looked over and saw that it was the guard's head. Bra screamed in terror and crawled away from it. She didn't know what was going on. She'd never been this scared before in her life.
Someone approached her and she screamed some more. She cried out for Pan to help, but the person grabbed her. She struggled in his grip, but he wouldn't let go. He started to shake her and she could hear him calling her name. She stopped screaming when she realized who the voice belonged to. It was Trunks. His eyes were back to normal and she could see the sadness and worry in them. She let out a grateful sob, wrapped her small arms around his neck, and cried on his shoulder. She could hear him talking to their father. He was telling him that she was ok. She was ok.
"Pran!" Bra choked out between sobs. She didn't know if Pan was ok. She was hurt. They had to help her. Trunks nodded his head in understanding and handed her over to her father. He held her tight, close to his body and Bra finally felt safe in his arms.
She dried her eyes on the back of her hand and looked up at him. He looked so sad Bra almost started crying again. He was looking at the ground. She followed his gaze and saw her mother lying where she'd fallen.
"Mommy?" Bra asked in a tiny, frightened voice. She wasn't moving. Why wouldn't she get up? Didn't she know the bad men were gone? She looked up at her father, her eyes filling with tears again.
"Is mommy ok, daddy?" She asked. Her father wouldn't look at her and she bit her lip to try to keep from crying again.
"No." Was all he said.
"You have to help her daddy." She said as she started crying again. "They hurt her, daddy. Help her."
Vegeta looked at her then and she could see the unshed tears in his eyes. "I will Princess."
Then she was alone. Alone with her mother's body. Everything faded to black. It was only her and her mother. Her dead mother. She called out to her father, but he didn't come. She called for Trunks and Pan, but they wouldn't come either. Why had they left her alone?
"You've been a naughty girl, Bra." A raspy, hollow voice said. It came from all around her and echoed off the unseen walls.
Bra took a step back as the body in front of her began to move. It floated straight up until it was standing. She tried to look away from the gruesome sight but she couldn't. Her mother's face was sunken in and parts of the flesh were missing. Where her beautiful blue eyes once were, was now nothing more than black holes. Her dress was ripped, shredded and covered in blood. The gaping hole was still in her chest and Bra could see insects sliding out of it. She tried to scream, but had no voice. She couldn't turn away. She couldn't move an inch. She was trapped.
"Why did you let me die, Bra? Why didn't you save me?" The corpse rasped. "You didn't even try! Lazy bitch. I'm dead because of you! You had the power to save me, but you couldn't fight. And now I'm dead. I almost die to bring you into this world and this is how you repay me? You let me die. I knew you'd be the one to kill me. Ungrateful bitch. You'll always be alone now, Bra. No one will love the girl who killed their Queen. A girl who murdered her own mother!"
With each angry word, the body floated closer and closer to her. The bony hands stretched out in front to grab and punish her. Bra could say nothing. Everything she said was true. She didn't try to save her. She couldn't fight, because fighting was for boys. If only she'd trained like her father wanted her to, she could have saved her mother. She was stronger than Pan, but she couldn't save her mother.
The corpse close in on her and wrapped her icy fingers around her neck, cutting off her air. "I'm sorry mother. I wanted to help, but I was so scared." Bra choked out.
"Now you'll be with me Princess. Be alone like me for all of eternity!" The dead body laughed as Bra vainly tried to free herself from its grip. She couldn't break free. She was weak, so weak. She could feel herself beginning to slip away into the cold, black nothingness that awaited her for her crimes. The irreparable sins she committed against the mother she loved so much.
She managed to gather one last breath to scream. She screamed out all of her fears, all the horror that had been caused because of her, all of the suffering in her name. Her scream was her apology to them and her word to never let it happen again. Now she could go and be with her mother and accept the punishment that awaited her. She finally lost conscience and fell into oblivion.
Goten flipped on the light as he stumbled into his house. He hadn't had a drink since he left for that stupid mission almost three and a half weeks ago and right now he was wasted. He tripped over something on the floor and tumbled onto the couch. He laughed at himself for a minute, then got up and went into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door to get his liquor, but found that all of it was gone. He frowned unhappily and moved to the cabinet to get his secret stash. It wouldn't be cold, but oh well. He removed the paneling from the inside to revel the hidden compartment. He grabbed a couple of bottles out of there, and then replaced the panel. He kept one for himself and put the others in the fridge.
He walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. He opened his bottle and began to drink. His squad had been back for sometime now, but had stayed in the capital to drink. He'd still be there if Tavis hadn't dragged him home.
The mission they were sent on was completely pointless. He didn't understand why the King wanted it done in the first place. He sent three squads out to sector 78 to retrieve soldiers. But for what? Goten thought at first that they were there to squash the rebellion. Nope, just there to get those prick ass first class men.
They had really underestimated the full scale of what was going on over there. When the ships arrived, one was promptly blasted out of the sky. The native Kanzees were ready for war and had some how developed weapons that were actually a threat. Goten got his hands on one of them and was thoroughly impressed with the technology they had. He knew that the Kanzees were not smart enough to develop something of that standard, so he figured that they were getting help from someone. He knew it wasn't his place to figure shit out like that, but guessed that if a couple more planets got their hands on something that powerful things could get ugly.
With the third ship gone, they had to figure a way to get a couple hundred warriors home. That was what took so long. They had to wait for another ship to arrive. The entire trip wasn't a bust though. He got to go and fight and clear a couple of cities on the planet. Let out some pint up energy. It was good clean fun.
He looked around the room and smiled. Beta was still here. Her stuff was thrown all over the place. She was one of the messiest people he'd ever met. It was like she expected him to clean up after her. He was going to have to get that straightened out. Women are supposed to do the cleaning. And Beta was his woman. He smiled some more at that thought. He had a lot of time to think about her and what she meant to him. She was constantly arguing with him and so violent, but he could tell that underneath all of that she was a sweet and innocent girl. He loved the way she laughed. The way her entire face would light up and she would shake all over. She didn't think that he was stupid either. That was a bonus. Some people could be so mislead. How could he possibly be as dumb as they thought him to be when his grandfather was a scientist? Well, his father didn't act very bright, but was a smart fighter. Goten acted the way he did so as not to draw unnecessary attention to himself.
Beta. Yeah, he wanted her. Three weeks away from her proved to be his limit. Every day he thought about her. Every night he dreamed about her. She was so mysterious. He wanted to get to know every part of her. The kiss he'd given her before he left only drove him to desire her more. Her lips were so soft and she tasted so sweet, like some kind of forbidden fruit. It sent chills up his spine to just think about it.
Grinning, Goten took a big drink from the bottle, then spit it out as a loud, blood curdling screams erupted from the bedroom. He jumped up and ran toward Beta's room, but found the sound to be coming from his room. Confused, he ran there and threw open the door, ready to kill whoever was hurting her. He stopped as he saw that she was the only one in the room. She was on the bed letting loose the most tortured scream he'd ever heard. It was filled with so much pain and loss that it pained him. She stopped as suddenly as she started, then just laid still.
Goten cautiously walked over to her. She must be dreaming, he thought as he looked down on her still sleeping form. He didn't know if he should wake her or not. He knew that she didn't like to be woken up and would give him hell for it. He sat on the side of the bed and stared at her, trying to figure out what to do. As he looked at her, he was struck by how young and beautiful she was. He frowned as he noticed something wasn't quiet right. He took a closer look at her and realized that she wasn't breathing. Goten's breath caught in his throat. What had happened? Why wasn't she breathing?
He started to panic. He didn't want to loose her now. He just realized how much she meant to him. He grabbed her shoulders and began to shake her, trying to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up. He smacked her across the face and still got no response. He was shaking her and smacking her for what seemed like eternity, but she wouldn't snap out of it. He was just about to go and get Bardock when she coughed and took a deep, raking breath. Goten sighed in relief when she started breathing again.
He stroked her face and pushed the sweat-covered hair out of her face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. She seemed dazed and confused for a long moment, and then recognized him. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Are you ok?" Goten asked softly.
"Yeah, it was just a bad dream, I think." Bra answered just as softly. "When did you get back?"
"A little bit ago. You really had me scared there for a minute. I thought I lost you." He watched, slightly amused, as her cheeks turned pink.
"Sorry. Were you really worried?" She asked, the hope evident in her eyes.
Goten smiled and nodded his head yes. He leaned down and kissed her. Bra shyly kissed him back. He ran his tongue across her teeth, asking to be let in. Bra obliged him and he hungrily explored her mouth. She followed his example and soon they were locked in a heated wrestling match. Bra's breath was taken away at the intensity of the kiss. When they finally stopped for air, she was left dazed and wanting more.
Goten wasted no time in going after what he wanted for so long. He quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed. Bra was startled when a naked Goten got into the bed with her. She was nervous, but wanted him too. They started again with another passionate kiss. Goten let his hands wander up and down her body. He was amazed with the softness of her skin. He never felt a body so smooth and soft as hers. Bra moaned and sighed with pleasure as his big, skilled hands explored her body. Her body tingled everywhere he touched her. He rolled on top of her and began to kiss and nip at her neck. She was on cloud nine as all thought fled her except for the wonderful feelings he was invoking.
Goten's senses were filled with the smell of her. It drowned out all reason and he could think of nothing more than being with her. He used his knee to spread open her legs and lowered himself down on her. He could feel her heat inviting him in and thought that he was going to go insane if he didn't do just that. He was so close he could feel her wetness when she froze. He was half out of his mind with desire, but he stopped and looked down at her questioningly. Her eyes were wide and frightened and he noticed that she was shaking slightly. He became confused.
"Don't you want this?" He asked between deep, shuddering breaths.
"Yes, but . . . " She said, then trailed off and bit her lip.
"But?" Goten said, trying not to growl in frustration. He didn't understand what caused the sudden change. What could possibly be the problem?
"I've never done this before." She said softly and looked away as if she was ashamed.
Goten damn near smacked himself on the forehead. A virgin. Here was something truly rare and special. He smiled at her warmly.
"That's no problem. We'll go slow." He said gently. Bra looked at him and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her again. They kissed slowly and gently. He could feel her body beginning to relax again. He wanted her so bad he felt like he was going to explode, but knew he could wait. He had to make sure she was ready for this and wanted her to remember it always.
He took his time with her, just as he promised, trying to learn every curve of her body with his hands and then his mouth, waited until her body shudder under him with desire and need. Then he made his move, slowly parting her legs to him in. Going slow waiting for her to tell him she was ready. Bra encouraged him silently by wrapping her legs around his thighs, a tiny nod of her head to let him she wanted this.
Bra tensed up when she felt him enter her. Pan had told her that it was one of the worst pains she'd ever experience and now she was scared and beginning to have second thoughts. So far, it wasn't so bad and with one quick thrust, it was all over. Goten caught the cry in his mouth with a kiss as he slid himself fully inside of her. He stopped for a minute to let her body adjust. Then he began to move.
Bra couldn't stop the tears that went streaming from her eyes. Pan was right, this was the worst pain she'd ever felt. It burned through her stomach and up and down her back. God, she just wanted it to stop. She thought this was supposed to be good.
"Are you ok?" Goten asked as he wiped away her tears. He was a little worried about being too rough with her. Bra didn't answer him; instead, she concentrated on making the pain go away. Bit by bit, it began to go away and soon she found herself beginning to enjoy it, encouraging him further with the movement of her hips that she just couldn't control.
Before he could stop himself, he felt his climax come and he bit down hard on her neck causing her to cry out. Panting, he gently kissed the bruise where it had actually broken skin while he rolled off of her and held her close. He didn't know what he had just done, but it felt right. She was his now, no one could ever have her. He traced the wound with his finger and smirked as he felt her shudder. He whispered into her ear, "You are mine now, Beta. You can never leave me."