A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Sorry for the long wait again. For those asking for more P/T, we are pretty much in a G/B arc now but I will incorporate more P/T once we get to that point. But right now let's give poor Goten some spotlight. :)

:*: For This Moment :*:

Moments, hours, days could have passed and neither would have noticed. As if being struck point blank by reality, Bra was snapped from her dream state as Goten gripped her shoulders to pull her away from him. He stepped away from her, scanning her alarmed face through the dimly lit room provided by his bedside lamp.

"Why are you here?" It was the same question he asked her just minutes ago, only with firm conviction this time.

"I... I had to see you..." She couldn't look into his narrowed eyes. For the brief moment that she did, there was anger, confusion, and betrayal. His fixed glare didn't budge as he awaited further explanation. "Goten, I don't know what they've told you or what you've heard, but I didn't start this. I was called in, Valese was there, she just keeps going on and on about how verbally and physically abusive you were to her during your relationship and-"

"And you believed her?!" He exclaimed in a hushed matter, trying to not awaken his parents whom were asleep just down the hall.

"No! Of course not! Goten, of all the girls you've been with, none of them ever knew you the way I do!" She quietly yelled back. "They didn't know that your childhood dream was to be a wrestler when you grew up until you realized it was all acting. Or how you can't stand cats but will do almost anything to hold a kitten. Or how you use humor as a scapegoat when tension gets too thick. None of them paid attention to you as much as I do." Her chest rose and fell in deep ragged breaths. "Goten, none of them cared for you as much as I do." It wasn't until she had seen the awe-struck look on his face that she cupped her hands over her mouth, shocking even herself with her audible confession.

Goten's brooding expression held her sapphire eyes as she waited for him to say something, anything. The silence thickened in the air with each passing moment.

"You shouldn't be here." He averted his eyes, as Trunks' words surfaced in his head.

"There's a standing restraining order, Goten. I'm surprised your brother didn't tell you on the drive home. For any alleged victims in this matter there's an involuntary restraining order until the trial is over. No contact."

"God damn it, Bra. You shouldn't be here!" He buried his face into his palm, his fingers clawing in his hair.

She dropped to her knees as her tears blinded her, covering her face with her hands in an attempt to hush her sobbing and hide from the angry man standing across from her. There was nothing she could say or do. Just being here was a careless move on her part putting him in so much danger, and she was selfish enough to ignore the law just to see him again.

"Bra, don't cry. Please don't cry." She felt him kneeling in front of her, his tone completely changed to comfort her. His hands hesitated towards the trembling figure in front of him. Detectives could be sitting outside, police could already be on their way, this could be his final minutes of freedom. His final minutes with her.

"Goten, I don't know why I..." She choked out between sobs, then stopped as she felt his fingers comb her hair from her moist face. His eyes still emitted unhappy thoughts that she couldn't read, but they held a different intensity.

She was lost in his eyes, both of them seeming to escape from the dreery reality they fell into.

"Bra," He whispered huskily.

"Mhm?" She was unable to form words.

"You really care about me?" He asked, neither of them losing each other's eyes as his fingers slowly caressed the nape of her neck.

Another tear escaped as she nodded. "So much, Goten. You were just too dumb to see it."

He laughed lightly into his shoulder, then brought his face to hers.

The fire within their cores ignited by the mere contact of his lips pressed to hers. He meant to be gentle. Of all the times he dreamt about them being together, the first time was supposed to be gentle and slow. But now it was different. This could be the last time. One hand pulled at the back of her hair while the other traced her jawline, down her neck, taking it's time to her waist. He guided her to her feet, savoring her neck and clavicle as he climbed on top of her while she scooted back onto his bed. His need for her spoke volumes the way he touched her, the way his tongue and hands worked their magic against her skin. She could feel herself becoming hot and throbbing in need as she felt his hardened member through the denim of her pants.

She sat up to remove her jacket, and used his hands as aids in removing her blouse. Goten tugged at her bra with his teeth, sucking and biting, massaging and teasing her breasts until he finally unclipped it from behind her and threw it to the wall. Her moans of pleasure exhilerated him.

He sat up now, peering down at the half nude female laying below him. Admiring the silver necklace he had bought her donned across her neck.

She soon grew self conscious, covering her breasts with her hands shyly.

"No." He gently pulled her hands away and held them in his. "You're beautiful. More beautiful than I dreamt you'd be."

She smiled bashfully, sitting up to get out of the spotlight and bring her lips to his neck, kissing gently as she stroked his abdomen, slowly rasing his shirt up his torso and over his head. They took each other's mouth once more as they pressed their exposed chests against each other.

Her hands smoothed down his stomach, then tugged at the lining of his pajama pants. She felt his hot breath moan silently against her lips as she lowered his paints and cupped his manhood in her palm. She gasped as her free hand explored his generously sized member, hard as a rock, maximum blood flow rushing through it.

He shoved her down onto the bed and rushed to the zipper of her jeans, tugging them off in one swift movement. He caressed her bare legs on either side of him, massaging the calves, up her thighs, and to her buttocks. He could already feel how hot and moist she was, and it was all for him.

"Damn..." He moaned under his breath as his palm glided over her opening, then wiping the moisture on his shaft. With his other hand, he caressed the outside more intricately now, using two fingers and his thumb to test her sensitive spots. He repositioned himself now to be more on the side of her. He had access to the site his fingers were busy with while his free hand toyed with her breasts.

Her hand closest to him gripped his member and stroked it in synch with the motion he used on her. She used her free hand to bite as a measure to keep herself from moaning too loud.

Before either of them could release, Goten pulled away.

Bra glanced up in disappointment, but found him repositioning himself between her.

It was absolute bliss. He worked her up enough to expand her walls. He fit perfectly, and every plunge felt like ecstacy.

"Oh my God. Oh... Goten, fuckkk me..."

Goten grinned devilishly as he threw her a nearby pillow to moan into. "You're gonna need this."

He sat up to his knees, still inside her, and cradled her legs in the bends of his elbows, thrusting full force now. He felt himself groaning audibly now, but at this point he didn't care.

Bra smothered her face into the pillow as the jolts of pleasure welled inside of her, the sound of him smacking against her only heating the moment even more. She had never been taken over the edge like this. Hell, she couldn't remember ever orgasming with a man until now.

As if sprinting through the tape at the finish line, his pace slowed now, his panting being the only noise in the quiet house. He collapsed on top of her, burying his lips into her neck until he met her lips again.

Forget what was too happen.

Forget who was to know.

Right now, he had all that he had wanted, all that he had needed.

They laid there atop his blankets as their breathing evened out. He held her loosely in his arms, still in disbelief that he had just had sex with the woman he had sought after for so long. Someone he knew was too good for him, yet here they were.

"What're you thinking about?" Bra asked, watching her finger lazily circle his chest.

Goten smiled lightly. "Nothing."

"You're staring at me. Your eyes are darting here and there. You're thinking about something. Tell me. Please." She pulled herself closer to him, tenderly kissing his lips.

"Honestly, I don't know why you care about me... But I'm glad that you do." He pulled her chin towards him.

"Goten..." She raised up to her elbows to look down at him, sincerity etched on her features. "It is killing me to live through everything you're going through. Everything I'm doing is to get to the bottom of this. I will never turn my back on you... I love you, Goten Son."

Before he could fully process the words, several bangs came from the front door.

Their hearts dropped like stones.

They were frozen stiff, both hoping that what they heard wasn't real, until it repeated again.

"Goten, I'm so sorry!" She cried into her hands as she sat up to her knees.

He did the same, pulled her against him and gave her one last kiss. He gathered her jeans, panties balled inside of them, blouse, and jacket and tossed them to the bed for her while he gathered his own pajamas to slip into. The masculine voices were inside, coming closer and closer to his door, until...

"Brat! Open up!"

They stared at each other for a moment in confusion, both recognizing the voice. Bra quickly pulled her shirt and jacket on and crouched behind the bed, not knowing who was all outside the door. Goten cracked the door open.

"Brat! Where is she?!" Vegeta pushed past him, Goku and Chichi remaining in the hall.

Goten took a quick glance around, relieved to find it was only Vegeta.

"You!" He watched scornfully as she stood to her feet. "What the hell are you doing here?! Do you have any idea what the consequences are for you even being on the same property as him?"

Bra could only hang her head in shame.

"Vegeta, please, I-" Goten tried to take the heat off of her, which worked since Vegeta pivoted towards him.

"We have two minutes. Grab something warm we must leave now."

"Wait, me? Or Bra?" Goten inquired, it seemed as if the demand was aimed at him.

"Yes you. They already know she is here. We need to get you out of here. Get something baggy to hide your face. Your father and I will be escorting you out. Bra, you come up with some story as to why you're here in the middle of the night."

Everything was happening too fast. Vegeta barking orders left and right, Chichi keeping them up to date on anybody approaching the driveway, Goku trying to calm everyone down. With hoody and shoes in place, Goten reached out to take Bra's hand for a farewell, only to be jerked by his collar out the door.

The three men grumbled and argued down the hall and out the door.

Bra slumped onto the bed as the silence surrounded her once again, this time he wasn't here with her. How did her father know that she was here? And that they, whoever they were, were on their way?

Chichi gently knocked on the open door, heavy concern in her eyes. "Bra, have you thought of a story yet? If Vegeta's right, we'll need something to tell the police."

Bra released a slow exhale. "I wanted to see him. So I came here. Only, he wasn't here. So you guys were nice enough to let me stay." Short and sweet. Just like her moments with him just minutes ago.

"Bra, we can't undo what has been done. We are all fighting for my son's freedom. You coming to see him is putting him in way too much jeopardy. You're worried about him? Fine, call us and let us keep you up to date. But I can't have him thrown into prison because of somebody sneaking around. I love my son, I would hope that you cared for him as much as I do to protect him."

Chichi left her to her silence and awaited the arrival of the police in the living room.

Goten rode in the backseat of Vegeta's truck with his father and Vegeta in the front. The two were talking and talking about the events that night, and all Goten could think about were those three words.

"I love you, Goten Son."

He couldn't even tell her how he felt about her. He couldn't even say goodbye.

"Goten, what was she doing there anyways?" His naïve father asked over his shoulder.

Goten's head remained rested in his hands, his own thoughts clouding out his father's questions.

"Vegeta, I think your daughter has a crush on my son. Sneaking around at night." Goku joked, trying to lighten the situation.

"I couldn't even tell her that I loved her." He mumbled to himself.

Both set of ears picked up on it, but neither said a word. Both inwardly grieved for Goten, and the beginning of their children's painful love story.