Tangled Up in Blue
Disclaimers: I do not own DBZ/GT; credit to Majin_Angel_Chan for the concept of Planet Souljin and some future characters.
Author's Note: Eeek! I'm so happy the last chapter was well-received. It was hard not going into Goten's head with everything, but I felt it was a moment that need two separate perspectives at different times. I'm eager to see how people respond to where Goten is coming from—let me know! Reviews are always appreciated.
Chapter 2: New Light
3 months earlier
"Truuunks—hey Truuunks, c'mon open up!"
Goten, one hand clutching a bottle of whiskey, knocked furiously with his free hand on the door to Trunks' home pod. Situated on the Capsule Corporation property, away from the main house and business. It gave a sense of privacy but still close enough for a certain blue-eyed girl to observe the scene from afar.
The demi-Saiyan took a swig from the container, stumbling momentarily before regaining balance once more. He rapped upon the door harder this time. "Truuunks, buddy…I really need to talk…" Goten exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by the whole household.
Or, if not the whole household, at least Vegeta who was oh so conveniently leaving the gravity room at that time.
"What in the name of all the gods is going on out here?" he growled.
Goten tried to straighten up, but he was clearly drunk. "Hey, Veg-ge-geta. Is Trunks home?" he slurred.
Vegeta shook his head. "No, he's away on a business retreat," he responded, indignant. His nostrils sniffed the younger man and recoiled immediately. "And you reek of alcohol, boy. Go sleep it off."
Just then, Bulla walked up behind Vegeta. "I've got this, Dad," she said, smiling at Goten. The Saiyan Prince muttered under his breath and removed himself from the situation.
Goten's face lit up at the sight of her; a beacon of hope in blue. "B-Chan! My bestest Bulla," he said eagerly latching onto her. His weight wobbled and she lifted him to rest on her shoulder. It wasn't the first time Bulla saw Goten plastered, but it was the first time Trunks was not with him when he was.
"Whoa there, big fella," she steadied him, "let's get you inside."
"You so smart—you so, so smart, B-Chan," Goten slurred as they hobbled towards the living area.
Bulla placed him upright on the couch as he was about to take yet another swig of his bottle. "Oh no you don't," she stated, snatching the bottle from his hand. Bulla grabbed a glass of water for him to replace. "Drink this instead," the blue-eyed girl insisted.
The other Saiyan gulped down what he could before needing to breathe again.
"Much better," Bulla smiled. She put some pillows behind Goten to keep him propped up.
"S'anks B," he replied, "where's…Trunks…?"
Goten already forgot what Vegeta had told him. Bulla placed her delicate hand on his shoulder. "He's overnight at a conference, should be back tomorrow."
His face fell, disappointed. "Oh," he began softly, "so…he can't talk."
A encouraging look from the bluette lifted his spirits. "He can't right now," she started off softly, "but maybe I can?"
Those blue eyes could do no wrong as Goten stared into them. She appeared so concerned, so eager to be a listening ear for him.
"Val…" he trailed off, heartburn hitting him, "…ese. Valese dumped me."
Goten observed her flinch for moment. Too quick to know for sure. She wrapped her arms around his free arm and let out a compassionate sigh. "I'm really sorry, Goten."
His head leaned on hers, appreciating her care and warmth. "S'okay," Goten slurred again, "I'm jus' dumb."
Bulla's eyes looked pained. "You're not dumb" she murmured, "it's sad when relationships end."
"I jus' thought," Goten replied, hiccupping, "jus' thought maybe it would work this time."
"It's been a few times, hasn't it?"
"This was number…"
Goten took a minute to figure out how many fingers. As the lightbulb clicked, he put up three.
"Th-three."
Bulla's face fell. "I know you really like her, Goten," he could see her wince a bit again, "but it seems as if there's a disconnect."
Though inebriated, Goten understood what she meant. "I don't know…what I'm…doing wrong,"
"Maybe you aren't," Bulla offered, "maybe she's not. Maybe it's not doing something wrong but maybe—being wrong for each other."
Bulla blushed in front of him, but Goten was curious about her words.
"What…do you mean?"
"Both of you can be good people, but that doesn't mean they're the right person for you."
"You told me a long time ago," she began, remembering, "that you'll know the right person because they'll be a good person and they care about you. But more importantly, there aren't any doubts."
"I…thought…Valese cared," he admitted sadly. Bulla leaned on his shoulder.
"She could, Goten," Bulla looked downwards, Goten thought he saw her eyes glossing over. "She could care a lot, but if you have doubts or if she has doubts, then perhaps it's for a reason."
"B-Chan…"
Her face turned towards him, looking up thoughtfully. "There are lots of good people in this world, Goten. Lots of people who care about you."
Goten saw her mouth purse, as if to say something else, but she refrained. Those lips. His memory reminded him that there was a promise attached to those lips.
"You're a good…person, Bulla," he garbled out, fixing his gaze on her face. The comment made the younger girl blush.
"Thanks Goten," Bulla acknowledged, "so are you."
With his inhibitions lowered, by both the alcohol and comfort level, Goten's eyes trailed over her form.
"…and so…so pretty."
The comment caused her back to straighten in response. Her mouth agape but wordless. After the initial shock wore off, Bulla smiled faintly at her drunken companion, "Goten, I think you should drink more water. It'll help."
After helping him to take another sip, Goten's eyes were clouded but intent on her. He leaned in resting his forehead slightly above Bulla's ear to whisper to her. "Shh," a finger pressed to his lips, "remember it's…a secret."
"What is?" she asked him quietly, a momentarily tremble.
"Our secret," Goten murmured as her eyes widened, "haven't forgotten."
"Goten what—"
"That I'm…" he leaned back, wobbling where he sat, "…gonna…gonna c'miss you in a few months."
"Goten, you're slurring your words," she spoke gently, "what are you saying?"
"Gonna c'miss you," he repeated, still incoherent. Goten cleared his throat. "it's too early…but almost time…gonna do it. Wasn't gonna. But…I want to."
His indistinct drawl made it nearly impossible for Bulla to comprehend what he was stating to her. A momentary thought crossed her mind, at least from what Goten could surmise in his state, but she just as soon shook her head.
"You should get some sleep," Bulla commented, grabbing a blanket to drape over the older man. His eyes drooped, the alcohol finally making him sleepy.
"Bulla," he breathed, "thanks for…being here."
She squeezed his hand as he closed his eyes, drifting asleep.
"I'll always be here for you, Goten."
The next morning, Goten woke up to the sound of Trunks entering the house. He groaned, feeling the pounding headache of a hangover. The younger demi-Saiyan rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened the previous night.
Trunks, all dressed up from his business conference, came into the living room surprised to see Goten still there. "Hey man, what happened last night? I got a call from Dad saying you were drunk and banging on my door."
Goten's face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to recall the details. "Shit Trunks, I'm sorry," he began rubbing his face. The hybrid struggled to wake himself.
"I—well I was looking for you and forgot you were out of town," he started off, "I had been drinking nearby and stopped over. Your dad almost ran me out, but Bulla set me up on the couch to sleep it off."
A flicker of interest made Trunks' eyebrows perk up at the mention of his sister's name. "Everything okay, dude?"
"Valese broke things off…" he responded sadly. The Son man sighed a knowing sigh, "…and I didn't really take it all that well," Goten admitted.
Trunks sighed, shaking his head sympathetically. "I'm sorry, bro," he stated, hand on his friend's shoulder. His gaze grew stern.
"It's not like it's the first time though, man," Trunks continued, "obviously, it's a pattern. If she's not calling it off, then you are. Just a constant cycle with you two."
"I know," Goten shifted his eyes downwards, "I don't know why this time felt different. I guess—"
"Guessed what?"
"—I guess I thought third time's a charm. Clearly not."
His best friend pulled him in for a side hug. "You need to stop letting her get to you like this, Goten. Regardless of how pretty or nice she is, she's not worth it."
The younger man nodded, feeling grateful for Trunks' advice, and understanding.
As he turned to leave, Bulla walked into the room, looking fresh and put-together. She was carrying a tray of breakfast for him and set it down on the coffee table. Goten felt his heart skip a beat as she smiled at him.
"Hey, sleepyhead," she greeted cheerfully. "You had quite the night last night."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, looking from Bulla to Goten. "Did I miss something here?"
No one responded to elder hybrid, as if he disappeared from the room entirely.
The dark-haired man cringed, feeling mortified and like an absolute idiot. "I'm really sorry about that," he said, looking at her sheepishly.
Bulla shook her head. "Don't worry about it," she said. "You were just sad, Goten. We've all been there."
Goten sighed, a wave of relief washing over him as Bulla treated him normally. He apologized again for his behavior, and Bulla nodded, accepting his apology.
"Let's just forget about it and move on, okay?" she said, giving him a small smile.
Goten nodded, feeling grateful for her kindness. That smile warmed him, and he vaguely recalled being attracted to her lips the evening before, but tried to shake that image away. He hugged her tightly, almost like he had been given a second chance. "Thank you, Bulla," he said. "You're an amazing friend."
She shifted at the word "friend" for a second, almost inconspicuously, but Goten noticed. Her blue eyes veered upwards and caught his attention, as they so often did.
"You just deserve to be happy, Goten."
30 minutes earlier
Goten didn't deserve happiness; he thought, he deserved to be blasted from here to the high heavens.
He was such a dumbass.
That night three months earlier was a constant source of embarrassment for Goten. Not only had he let himself get shitfaced over Valese of all things, he made a scene in front of Vegeta and even worse, Bulla. Though she was more than gracious and acted as if nothing happened, Goten knew better.
What an idiot he was.
Here was this sweet girl trying to make him feel better and his reserves decided to fall to the wayside. Goten remembered being far too close to her face and saying how great and pretty she was. All true things, but Goten was the last guy who should be thinking that.
The last guy who should be saying that.
Though, as much as he tried to deny it, Goten was more than aware of the blossoming Bulla underwent these past few years. This was the secret he worked so hard to keep from not only her, but anyone around her.
As a younger kid and teenager, it was easy to remove Bulla from his mind. She was a child. She wasn't an option. Point blank.
Not that she was an option now, of course, but Goten noticed in the last few months, he was fighting a different sensation altogether.
Attraction.
He couldn't ever really pinpoint the exact moment. It may have been once when staying over Trunks' place, she crashed their movie night in her pajamas: a large, oversized t-shirt and shorts that were skintight. Nothing overt, but Goten couldn't help but be taken with her. She cuddled up to him innocently enough, like she would when they were younger. But she wasn't young anymore; Bulla was fully developed and her chest would rise and fall in anticipation during the action scenes – something Goten observed all too well instead of focusing on the movie. He insisted on getting up to go to the bathroom to wait out the incredibly inappropriate hard-on he got.
Another time she emerged from the pool in a sinfully tight red bikini, all wet and panting from the workout. Goten felt lecherous, as if he were a budding Master Roshi, observing her as he did. He refused to leave the water, waiting out anotherinappropriate hard-on.
On a third occasion, the gang was over playing one of those games where prompts sounded dirtier than they were and she shocked him by displaying her knowledge on inappropriate topics causing – you guessed it – yet another inappropriate hard-on.
This was the worst one of it though. Something about her sweet voice saying such unseemly words drove him to the edge. The juxtaposition was too much.
Despite her innocence and virtue, there was this deep desire to bring out another side of her.
Goten knew he was scum. Absolute scum. For all his proselytizing years earlier to her when she made her crush on him known, it was as if it all went out the window. Suddenly, thoughts that were never present in his head beforehand wouldn't leave. Even being near her made him clam up, but he couldn't ever show that he was affected by her that way.
The complicated part though wasn't that he was simply lusting after her. He liked her.
Attraction was one thing, compatibility another. Goten had both in spades concerning Bulla, which made it all the more difficult to forget those blue eyes.
Bulla was genuinely fun to be around. While she always had a soft spot in his heart as his best friend's little sister, the girl had developed a wicked sense of humor and knew how to put Trunks in his place. She and Goten found the same jokes to be funny and had great banter. Their conversations had depth and insight. Bulla was so easy to talk to. Her brilliant mind could do complex equations in an instant, but she also knew how to have fun.
And her laugh—her laugh was the best sound in the world. He thought that in her younger years, but now it sounded absolutely regal.
Just like the princess she was.
Even calling her princess felt dirty. It was always a nickname for her, like B-Chan, but one Bulla used to insist on being called as a kid. No thanks in part to Vegeta lecturing her on her vast royal lineage. But now when he said it, there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes that Goten couldn't help but be drawn to.
He always wanted to keep her safe. Make sure that nobody harmed her or made her feel inadequate. Goten was her second older brother. Her protector. How could he protect her from himself and his dark thoughts, though?
Being a Son, Goten had the prime example of how to treat women from his father and brother. Though Goku spent a lot of his time training, he adored Chi-Chi and always tried to make her feel loved. Gohan was even more devoted to his wife Videl, a relationship Goten got to witness from the start. He was so kind and caring, at times, it made him sick from the sweetness. But he was a great provider and emotionally intelligent to the point where Goten couldn't ever recall a serious argument between the two.
Goten wanted to treat Bulla respectfully, age-appropriately. He was a good guy. For years, the barriers he put in place were intentional and he never second guessed them. Goten never allowed himself to think of her differently—he couldn't.
What had changed?
The realization dawned on him a short while back that she was nearly eighteen. Legal, available—but she wasn't available.
She was forbidden fruit; and Kami help him, he wanted a taste.
Trunks would beat the shit out of him. Vegeta would beat the shit out of him, if he didn't kill him where he stood.
A part of him felt like not going to the party, knowing the promise he made to her was just hours away from fulfilment…
…or was it?
Goten wasn't blind; even if he had zero improper thoughts about Bulla, she was gorgeous. Her mother's features and her father's confidence allowed the beauty to shine in every way physically. Her toned figured came naturally and Bulla was always very conscious about her appearance. Though he'd never say it, Goten was even attracted to her when she was in sweats sans makeup. Surely, some teenage boy would have realized the same thing by now.
When he made that promise to her, it was mostly to appease her at the time, though Goten did have intentions on honoring it if still applicable. Just a quick peck wouldn't do harm, right?
Then again, more than likely, Bulla had already been kissed and this whole thing null and void. Goten and her never even brought it up once since they made the pact. She could have forgotten about the whole thing! She could have kissed hundreds of boys by now, maybe more.
He prayed to Kami though, not more.
But then—a cruel thought came to pass—what if he ignored it completely and didn't bring it up, only to find that she had been waiting for him this whole time?
While Goten would have been shocked if that were to be true, the idea of breaking a promise to her crushed him.
If there was anything that he was, Son Goten was a man of his word.
He prided himself on it. Whether it was a small agreement or a life-changing oath, Goten took his word seriously. If a man couldn't be trusted with his word, he had nothing.
Though it would be hard to resist her, Goten told himself that if he did move forward with the kiss that it would be quick, emotionless, and light-hearted. No need to put pressure on it.
Of course—Goten knew he would. What had been a promise and obligation once, was now a desire.
He wanted to kiss Bulla.
However, Goten felt like going in with a plan to be safe. In the event that she completely forgot about the promise, maybe he could test the waters somehow. Being the cheesy guy he was he loved puns, as did Bulla. What if he got her chocolate kisses as a backup? Especially in the case where maybe she remembered but had already been kissed—this was a good way to honor his commitment without breaking a sweat.
That's what brought him to the drugstore after his unbearably long day at work.
The dojo had been packed and Hercule, who rarely had the talent for management, double booked him. He complained to Videl about being late to the party and begged her to let the others know what was keeping him.
He zoomed home to shower and change into appropriate attire. Though Bulma seldom had dress codes, this black and white theme she took seriously. His stark white dress shirt and black blazer seemed as good of a combo as any. Goten fondly remembered Bulla had picked out the blazer for him when he took her and her friends shopping once as a thank you.
On his way to the party, he was determined to have his backup gift and stood in line to pay for the chocolate kisses.
And of all the people he could have run into that day…it had to be her.
Valese.
"Goten!" she tapped his shoulder breaking him out of a trance. He turned to see her grinning widely, as if that wasn't the same woman who months ago broke his heart.
"Valese?" he was curious to see her in this part of town, let alone at a drugstore. She usually had assistants for that sort of thing.
"It's been a while!"
"Yeah, well…" Goten thought about saying something sarcastic about them being broken up but knew it would go over her head. It wasn't worth the energy. "How…are you?"
"Great! In the area for a photoshoot and just grabbing a snack before heading back."
"Makes sense," his tone was flat.
Her eyes darted to what Goten was holding in his hands. "Who are those for?" she asked innocently enough.
"Oh," Goten looked down at the box of chocolates, "just a friend."
It wasn't a lie, and yet, it felt like one.
She beamed. "Aw, you're a good friend!" Valese commented. "One of the things I really adore about you," the model said leaning in. He sighed. Truth be told, with attempting to forget about Bulla, Goten nearly forgot about Valese and their breakup. The memory of it still stung when it did finally reappear.
Goten turned his head. "Valese, now isn't really a good time for this."
"For what?"
"For this," he made a gesture to the two of them, "I don't need the back and forth right now."
Her smile faded as she considered his words. "Sorry Goten," she started off, "I know we keep trying to make it work and haven't been able to. But I really do care about you!"
The Saiyan didn't doubt that there was still affection there on her part. This is what always happened though; nostalgia got in the way for both of them.
"Appreciate it, Valese," Goten said paying for his gift, "but I have to get going. Late for a friend's birthday."
Again, true statement, but felt like a lie.
"Can I text you sometime?" she asked as he turned to leave. Goten faltered for a moment but relinquished.
"Sure. You have my number."
Later that evening...
As he flew towards the entrance of Capsule Corporation, there was a dazzling blue moon in the sky. It was easy to envision Bulla in that moment; that color always reminded him of her.
The resourceful half-Saiyan figured he'd attempt to sneak in via the terrace, in order to not appear as late as he was. Goten soon realized though he was not the only one outside.
Leaning over the railing, the birthday girl appeared to be all alone, deep in thought. Peering out into the city, her cerulean eyes staring up at the very moon that caught his attention just minutes before. Goten stood still, observing her silently.
So young and full of potential, and yet so wise and mature beyond her years, Goten felt his heart flicker at how much she had grown. Though he could only see her from the side, he could already tell her pale skin contrasted wonderfully with her dark dress and jewelry. She wore her hair completely down, no signature headband. Her aqua tresses seemed so lovely cascading down over her shoulders – he could smell her coconut shampoo from where he stood.
Goten examined her in the dark a bit longer than he'd care to admit, and knew he had to say something to make his presence known.
"Hey B-Chan!"
Though he caught her off guard, when he saw her turn and smile at him, it made it all worth it. "Goten!" she exclaimed.
He rubbed the back of his head.
"Whoops, didn't mean to startle you!" Goten confessed, earnestly.
"You're fine," she began, "although, I was beginning to worry you forgot about me!"
As if he could ever forget about her.
"As if I could forget about the birthday girl herself," he said his thoughts aloud. Goten began embracing her in a solid hug. She was warm to the touch, and her summery perfume suited her nicely. Her scent invaded his senses.
Goten finally was able to see her entire outfit when he released her from his hold. Bulla was breathtaking; and while he's sure Vegeta had a near conniption at seeing her hemline, Goten took notice of her slender legs, strong yet lithe. Her dress clung tightly to her hips, her chest—he immediately tried to skip over that last part—all the way to her striking face. Black eyelashes fluttered over his favorite feature of hers; those captivating eyes, and her flushed lips parted slightly.
"You look…"
Stunning. Magnificent. Gorgeous. Regal. Exquisite. Stimulating. There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe just how incredible she looked, so he settled for what felt the most genuine.
"…you look beautiful, B-Chan."
He couldn't recall ever telling her that directly, though he thought it often. In fact, he shouldn't have probably said anything, but he couldn't help it.
"You're sweet," she uttered gently, "no need to butter me up though. I forgive you for being late."
Something about her honeyed tone; it played like a melody to him. He just kept listening to her speak. Transfixed on the lovely mouth those words came out of.
"Goten?" she asked.
A few blinks later, Goten broke his gaze. "Sorry," he muttered, he quickly attempted to cover for his staring.
"I um, just wasn't expecting you to be out here by yourself. I figured I could have snuck in quietly. Are you not having fun at the party?"
"Oh, a lot of fun," she contended, "as usual, Mom has outdone herself. It's just overwhelming being the guest of honor."
Perfect. I can joke with her and throw her off. "You? Not liking being the center of attention? Hmm, maybe you have grown up," he teased. Bulla punched him in the arm.
"Cut it out—still my birthday after all," she sang.
Since when the hell can she throw a punch? "Dang, Bulla—that was a pretty strong hit," he said genuinely fascinated, "what are you, training with Vegeta now?"
Her light response of "I am" left him staggered.
"Wait really?!" he made no effort to hide his shock. "Since when?" Goten wondered.
"Last year. I told him I wanted to learn a couple moves, you know, just for self-defense; but little did I know he heard that as request for an entire teaching regiment."
He had to admit, the thought of Bulla in training gear both amused and titillated him. Damn it Goten, get your head out of the gutter.
"Keeping secrets from me I see," he tried to say smoothly.
The dark-haired man watched her shake her head.
"Enough about me," Bulla changed the subject. "While I can forgive tardiness, I am curious what took you so long, Goten. Not polite to keep a princess waiting," she teased.
Cue the box. "No excuse, but work unfortunately kept me over today, and needed some time to make sure I got you the perfect gift," Goten conceded.
"Goten, you didn't have to get me a gift…" she claimed, but he knew it was out of politeness.
"Says the woman who shops like her life depends on it."
Ever in typical Briefs fashion, she rolled her eyes at his comment. Goten eagerly awaited her reaction to see if this would trigger any clues for him to know what she remembered about her request all those years ago. Those teal orbs lit up for him.
"Goten!"
"Promised you your first birthday kiss-es," Goten revealed.
"I can't believe you remembered," she murmured, her eyes claiming yet another victim.
"So, she remembered too," the thought delighted but frightened the older man. Her reaction was kind, but he was unsure if the kindness was to be courteous or if she was hoping for her original request to be honored.
Loose strands of hair became undone once more and Goten took a moment to brush them out of her face. "Well, you know me," he breathed, "always have to keep my promises."
Without intending to, his hand lingered on her cheek. Those dark eyes of his never broke contact. He could tell Bulla wanted to say something, but for whatever reason couldn't. it would be up to him.
Say something. Anything. "I wanted to have a backup since—well, since I figured the original promise was invalid."
Goten attempted to not sound too disappointed. It was probably for the best if she had already kissed someone. He felt a strange pang of jealousy thinking of her lips attached to another man. Not that it made his feelings towards her any easier, but selfishly Goten did have a desire to be her first one.
"Why do you say that?"
The remark caught him by surprise. "B-Chan—"
There was no hiding the shock he displayed. "I-I just assumed you've already been kissed," Goten stammered, hand still pressed to her cheek.
Goten observed her gulping hard, a nervous wreck.
"Why?" she barely whispered. How could she not have been kissed by now, as beautiful as she was and as mesmerizing as her personality could be. How intelligent her mind, how caring her heart.
"Because you're…" Goten couldn't bring himself to say anything further.
All he could think about was the way Bulla looked at him, as if the older Saiyan could do no wrong. It was similar to how she'd view him when they were younger, but this time, her maturity brought a depth of nuance. A mysterious hidden longing that she had for him, and in truth, that he returned.
He knew he was staring. He knew he shouldn't be wanting this kiss as much as he did. Maybe if he could just get in and get out, like a soldier serving his country, they would both be unaffected and could move on to other things.
This was his best friend's little sister. He loved her as his own.
That particular thought stalled him…though she felt like a sister in many ways, she wasn't. Bulla was just a young woman whom he was close to. A woman who showed up for him whenever he needed someone. A woman who got his jokes and made him laugh. A woman whose smile lit up the room. And not just any type of woman, a Saiyan woman—the only unrelated one of her kind.
Then it clicked: not a girl, a woman.
One kiss. One little peck. What harm could a quick peck do?
Before she could ask another question, Goten closed the distance between them, feeling a sudden rush of courage. With one swift move, he pressed his lips against hers, relishing the suppleness and warmth of her mouth.
As they kissed, he delicately cupped her face, amazed at the softness of her skin against his hands. Her flavor was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and zest that left him wanting more. Goten couldn't believe that she had never kissed anyone before, that she had no idea how good she tasted.
He undoubtedly kissed more women than he was proud to admit, but none of their lips felt like hers did.
Despite her initial hesitation, Bulla responded willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him in closer. He could feel her heart racing against his chest as their lips moved in unison. She was learning quickly. He sensed her prematurely pulling away from him and instantly grabbed the back of her head to ensure their time was not cut short.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear. He forgot about her age, his ex, her father being right inside the building—nothing else mattered. The only thing that mattered was the feel of her lips against his, the way her body pressed against him, the sound of their breathing mingling together. It was a moment of pure bliss that Goten couldn't have predicted.
A moment he wouldn't forget.
When the kiss finally ended, Bulla seemed dazed and disoriented, barely able to speak. Goten couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction (and a bit of pride) at having given her such a memorable first experience. His first kiss was not nearly as poetic.
"Happy birthday, B-Chan," Goten whispered, inhaling deeply to savor her scent.
For a minute, they remained locked in each other's gaze, caught up in the intensity of the moment. And then, as if snapped out of a trance, they slowly drifted apart, the magic of the kiss lingering in the air between them.
As they stood there, catching their breath while trying to process what had just happened, Goten couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement. His was still shellshocked that this was her first kiss. It left him reeling. Had she not wanted to be kissed before? Was she holding out for him after all these years? How was it possible that someone as enchanting and sweet as Bulla known what this feeling was like before tonight?
He wanted to tell her all of this, to let her know just how rare and special she was. But at the same time, he knew that the moment was too fragile, too precious, to be ruined by those kind of words. Goten instead opted to make a joke to bring them both back from their haze.
"—I guess that should set the bar pretty high for you then," he ribbed. Let her think this was light. Just a one-off promise. Let her think this was just another day for me.
"So full of yourself, Son Goten," the man heard her tease, smirking all too much like her father.
Goten took note of her present that fell during their embrace, and ever the gentleman, bent over to grab her box of chocolates. Of course, he couldn't resist stealing one prior to handing it back.
"Hey!" she smacked his arm again and this time he whined in pain.
"Ow—okay, okay. Now that you're training, I'm going to have to remember to stay on your good side," Goten teased.
She tossed her hair, feeling emboldened from the earlier connection. "Every side is my good side," Bulla claimed, "in case you haven't noticed."
He bit his lip as to stifle a whimper. Of course, he noticed. That was the problem. But she didn't know that—how could she? Goten could never say anything to her indecent. What kind of man would she think of him coveting her body the way that he did.
"We should get you inside, princess," Goten returned softly. There was that nickname again.
She paused. "I'll meet you there," Bulla offered, "wanted to get one last bout of fresh air before heading back in."
Oddly enough, he was pained at the thought of leaving her out here. Though she was more than capable of handling herself, Goten didn't like seeing her alone. He respected her wishes however, and simply brought them both to a hug. "Don't take too long, birthday girl," he whispered, "someone in there is bound to miss you."
Me.
"Goten," Bulla tightened her grip on him, "thanks…again for my present."
His arms reinforced around her, planting a chaste kiss to her head like he'd done many times in the past. He lingered perhaps far longer than he should have, but it was enough to memorize her signature scent.
Inside his heart was pounding, not wanting to let go of her. However, he pulled away knowing that she would be fine on her own. Goten felt so foolish, not sure what to do or say, so he tried shooting her a peace sign goodbye like the dork he was, which seemed to make her happy.
Gliding towards the doorway, something compelled him to turn around once more. Her breathtaking shape crystallized by the moonlight. Though her face was darkened from this angle, the light of her sapphire eyes broke through. Goten felt his stomach flip.
Part of him wanted to run back up to her and kiss her senselessly once more. The other part knew, in some way, he could never touch her like that again.
Whatever feelings he was struggling with before, were amplified in such a manner, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to recover.
The Son man made his way inside the party, attempting to slip in covertly. But two pairs of blue eyes caught him in the act.
"Goten!/Yo, Goten!"
Both Marron and Trunks greeted him from afar, waving him down. He smiled as his two best friends in the whole world were here. Goten desperately needed a distraction. However, the sobering reality that he just kissed his best friend's sister seemed to hit him the second Trunks patted his back.
"About time man," Trunks chided, tossing him a beer, "all work and no play makes Goten a dull boy."
Goten grabbed the beer and started to chug it nervously. "Oh you have no idea," he began warily, attempting to not act suspiciously around the brother of the woman he just annihilated with his mouth. A nervous grin sprouted.
"Goten, I've missed you!" Marron gave him a big hug that he returned happily.
"Mare!" he picked her up. As he set her down, he beamed at his two friends. "GTM reunited at last!" Goten toasted the two and they all clinked drinks.
"Damn, how long has it been since all three of us where together?" Trunks wondered, sipping his scotch.
Marron looked pensive. "It's had to be a couple months, at least! The last barbeque maybe?"
"Nah, I had to work the last one, the one before that?"
"Clearly—way too long," Trunks insisted. He snapped his fingers. "Hey, Marron just moved to West City a couple of weeks ago. We should go out to celebrate. Just the three of us!"
Goten's eyes lit up. "Wow totally! Marron, I had no idea you even moved."
"Well, it was kind of a last-minute decision," she confessed, "a great deal for an apartment came up and I nearly said no. But," the blonde pointed a finger, "the chance to hang out more with you two was too tempting!"
The dark-haired Saiyan toasted her once more. "Alright, Marron—making moves," he cheered.
She giggled. "It is my year of trying new things!"
Trunks had to stifle a laugh. "Your what?"
"My year of trying new things," she proclaimed proudly, "I told myself when new opportunities came up I would try to take them."
The young prince made no attempt to hide his laughter this time. "YOU?" he asked skeptically. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, me."
Trunks continued to chuckle derisively. "You're a person who needs their routine," he commented, "always have been."
Marron took offense as Goten just supped on his beer, attempting to stay out of it.
"Maybe that's why I'm doing it, Trunks."
The way she said his name could have summoned wolves. This was Goten's cue to cut between them. "I think it's great Marron and Trunks is right. We should definitely celebrate. The next few weeks are a bit busy, but can we plan to do it next month?"
Trunks and Marron eyed each other annoyed but in seconds, all was forgiven, like it usually was once Goten played peacekeeper. "As long as Mr. President treats," Marron grinned.
Goten laughed, "Oh that's a guarantee."
His best friend rolled his eyes. "Of course, of course—let the poor little rich kid spend his money," he halfheartedly feigned distress, "what does he need it for?"
"Escorts, apparently."
Goten's drink came out of his nose at Marron's remark and Trunks look horrified. "I have NEVER paid for an escort!" he shouted. His blonde friend smirked.
"So touchy, Trunks," she teased, "and quite defensive. Makes you wonder."
Trunks glared at Goten who was toppled over. "Goten, what did you tell her!?"
Between his tears of laughter, Goten attempted to answer. "Oh, just that one time you were super proud at picking up a chick at that hotel bar—and a check later that morning."
Both Marron and Goten were dying, the prince's shameful secret no longer so secret. Trunks grumbled under his breath about to leave, but the three were interrupted by Goten's cell phone pinging a new text. The younger hybrid opened to see it was from Valese and his mood shifted.
TEXT (Valese): So great seeing you today, Goten. Let's hang out again soon.
Trunks and Marron couldn't help but peer over his shoulder as Goten's disposition changed. Both groaned in frustration. "Dude," the lavender-haired companion muttered, "not this again."
Marron looked more concerned than troubled. "Goten, are you back together with Valese?" she wondered nervously.
Goten snapped out of his momentary change in demeanor. "No, no—nothing like that."
"Was that the real reason you were late?"
"No!"
"Goten, don't do this again—"
"I'm not!" Goten finally exclaimed. "I just ran into her on my way to the party. She was at the store, and we chatted a bit. I'm not back together with her."
His friends shook their heads in disbelief. "Why is she texting you then?" Trunks demanded to know.
Goten sighed. "I told her she could," he confessed, "but it doesn't mean I want to get back with her."
Marron frowned. "We don't mean to butt into your life, Goten—"
"—I mean to!"
She rolled her eyes at Trunks. "It's just been tough seeing you so back and forth. I wish you could move on," Marron said softly. She nudged Trunks to say something more supportive.
"Yeah, man," he replied, his tone gentler than before, "you don't deserve that."
Goten inhaled sharply, knowing his friends were right. "I appreciate you guys," he murmured, putting his phone away. He beamed again. "Alright, alright—it's a party. Let's have fun!"
Marron and Trunks eyed each other, wondering if Goten was being truthful. But they gave him the benefit of the doubt as they were joined by Pan and Uub coming over to say hello.
"About time, Uncle Goten—I wasn't sure if I needed to rescue you from Grandpa Hercule," Pan joked.
"You might have to next time," Goten told his niece, "he's going to drive me to early retirement at this rate."
"Well I'm glad you're here," she said giving him a hug. Pan looked around. "Say, where's Bulla?"
"I haven't seen her in a while," Uub declared.
"Come to think of it," Marron started off, "it's been a minute."
Trunks looked at Goten. "Did you happen to see my sister on your way in?" he asked curiously.
Four pairs of eyes darted to Goten, who grabbed another beer in a panic. "Uh, no not yet," he said anxiously, attempting to hide his nerves. "Must be mingling."
In what can only be counted as serendipitous timing, Bulma was attempting to get everyone's attention clinking her glass. "We're about to do a champagne toast and dessert here soon, be sure to grab a flute from the waitstaff!"
"THERE'S CAKE!?"
"Kakarot, I'll THROTTLE you if you don't sit down this instance!"
Marron turned to Pan. "You know, I think I saw her leave towards the terrace a while back. We should take a look!" she suggested.
Pan nodded. "After you, Blondie!" she exclaimed, the two women headed for the door and both Uub and Trunks watched them leave with curiosity, as champagne was passed out to the guests.
"Uub, that's my niece," Goten teased the younger man, who was blushing furiously.
"Wh-what?" he asked shyly.
"Kidding man," Goten put his arm on Uub's shoulder. "Although, you picked a tough nut to crack."
"I promise Son Goten, I'm not trying to crack any nuts!"
Goten and Trunks looked at each other and toppled over in laughter. Uub chuckled nervously unsure of what to say or do. Wiping a tear from his eye, Trunks patted Uub's back. "Whatever you say man," he began, "whatever you say.
His hybrid friend turned to him. "Don't think you're off the hook either, Trunks," Goten said. "I saw you looking at Marron."
"Dude, stop. It's just Marron."
"Just Marron, you say, as if you weren't glued to her all night," Uub commented, smirking slightly until Trunks glared at him. Goten sipped his beer amusingly.
"Oh ho ho—the truth comes out."
"Hey," Trunks turned his head to Goten, "you know she and I are just friends."
"Whatever you say, Trunks."
The three men all returned their glances to the women returning, this time joined with a certain Saiyan Princess in the middle. Goten's gaze intensified as she made her way into the room, holding everyone's attention. He smiled softly as Bulla received a champagne glass, looking so excited to be surrounded by everyone in her life she held dear.
As Bulma announced her toast, the room was cheering and lifting their glasses in celebration. Goten hoped as Bulla's eyes darted around, she would meet his, if but for a moment.
To his delight, she searched and found his gaze, smiling ever wider than before. Goten dared to hope that smile was just for him. He lifted his glass towards her, as if to share a secret, as he put the drink to his lips—wishing her lips were there instead.
But Goten knew, that was a thought he needed to get out of his head; until then, the dark-eyed man refused to stray away from the princess' eyeline.
3 weeks later
Bulla would not leave his head.
It has been three weeks since the kiss. Three damn weeks. It was just a promise, a little childhood wish he offered to fulfill.
But her lips, her taste—they were burned in his memory and refused to vacate the premises.
Goten supposed that's why he agreed to go on a date with Valese, something he did not tell Trunks or Marron about.
She kept texting him, per her usual habit each time they reconnected. Sometimes over the phone it was easier to be with her. The back and forth, the anticipation of a notification. Something that just didn't seem to replicate itself in person quite as much.
Valese was sweet, and he did miss her at times, but when they would meet up again, Goten was reminded why they always went their separate ways.
Her naivety was charming, but it lacked the same endearing quality that say, a certain bluette had. There was only so much that Goten could handle.
He kept it simple; they would just walk around for a bit, maybe grab a coffee or a treat. The last thing Goten wanted to do was to give her the idea he was serious about getting back together.
The brunette hooked her arm around Goten's as they strolled down the street. At first, he wanted to protest; it felt too intimate for where they were at emotionally. But given their history, this was hardly salacious. Valese never meant any harm with things. She just sometimes was a bit too aloof for her own good.
On the street, Goten stopped at a popsicle stand and bought a snack for the two of them. Valese's eyes perked up at the treat as he handed it to her.
"Oh! Is it like ice cream?" she wondered aloud, proud that she finally knew what ice cream was after Goten showing her years prior.
Goten chuckled uncomfortably. "No, it's a popsicle," he started off, "it's cold like ice cream but it's more like flavored ice."
"Do I chew it?"
"I wouldn't," he cautioned shaking his head, "it's pretty chilly. I'd just lick it."
Without warning, the brunette stuck nearly the entire popsicle in her mouth and Goten's nearly choked on his treat. She looked at him, her cheeks completely full. He was instantly reminded all too well why breaking up with her had always been hard to do in the past.
Emphasis on the word hard.
"Oh no, not like that!" he exclaimed as she released the popsicle, the faintest trail of syrup on the bottom of her lip. His face was completely red at this point, burning inside.
"Oops," she commented wiping her lips with a napkin, "you weren't kidding about it being cold, Goten!"
Goten couldn't even get out the words he wanted to say, he was still in shock at what he witnessed. He could feel his insides twitching. It was enough to get him to stop thinking about Bulla, if only for a moment.
Bulla at least knows how to eat a popsicle, though.
As she resumed normal licks this time, Goten tried to make an effort to continue conversation, but Valese was in her own little world.
The hybrid stiffened, wondering how on earth they used to do this in the past.
They strolled along, walking past a flower store with an outdoor display. With childlike wonder, Valese wandered over to the daffodils and sniffed them. "Oh, Goten look! These yellow flowers are so pretty," she turned to him smiling.
Goten returned a respectful smiling nodding, still wrapped up in thought. As Valese continued to enjoy the fragrance, she rotated once again towards him. "Yellow is my favorite color," the brunette admitted.
He observed her up and down, her entire ensemble being yellow confirming this fact. "You don't say," Goten commented, polite if somewhat unenthused.
Valese tilted her head. "You know," she began, "I don't think I've ever asked what your favorite color is Goten! Is it black like your hair?"
Goten paused; a flash of Bulla's eyes and hair crossed his mind; already knowing the answer.
"Blue," he confessed, almost surprised at the response, "my favorite color is blue."
Her eyes widened. "Blue is a nice color! Reminds me of the ocean. Is that why you like it?"
The Saiyan man envisioned Bulla's hair entwined with his fingers the night he kissed her. How much he admired it, how pretty it looked on her, and how soft it felt in his hands. He thought once more of the way her azure eyes glanced at him as he turned to leave, the blue of the moon illuminating her figure. Goten wouldn't dare say any of this to Valese, though.
"I don't know," he speculated to his ex, "I guess it's just always been calming."
"In what way?"
Goten took a breath, feeling a warm glow inside his chest. The rejoinder clear as day. "I suppose blue in a way…feels like home."
Chapter 2 and newwww things coming to the surface. It's been fun getting inside Goten's head more. I know this chapter had a few different time shifts, but wanted to hit on several moments for him leading up to the night and his reaction afterwards.
Chapter 3: GTM reunite for a night and chaos ensues, Goten discovers a secret of Bulla's, and a foreign planet from Vegeta's past becomes aware of the Z Gang's existence.
Thank you again for all the feedback so far, everyone. Your reviews help encourage me so much!
-SonChan