Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson In Humility ❯ Chapter 13

Hello everyone!

I know…where have I been? Well I'll try to sum it up as short and sweet as I possibly can. The RL (real life) has been tough on ol' gokusgirl. The website I had worked so hard on two years ago is now and forever in hiatus. I simply cannot find time to write anymore! And to make matters worse, my computer died on me… with all my stories on it!! UGH!!! I know… I should have been smart and saved them on disc… but I'm huge procrastinator. So I now have a new computer… and upon checking all my emails concerning the website and my stories, I got a few warm emails from fans that just want to know what the hell happened to me. And some of the emails I got were so moving that it stirred me up a bit to get inspired… so this could mean I could be getting some fresh ideas to complete this wonderful piece! I want to thank everyone one who has emailed me, who has sent out reviews and just everyone else who has taken the time to even glance my work over. I do intend on finishing this story… maybe not today, or the next week… but I promise, I will not leave you all hanging.

 

And to my surprise, I found this chapter in my yahoo account from my beta reader! So without further ado, here is this much anticipated chapter of LIH, enjoy!

 

Thanks so much Meliza Mac for beta reading this chapter! (BTW… where the hell are you girl? Do I need put out an APB on you or what??? )

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Lesson In Humility

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

She came close to just paging him several times that day, but she made it. It was now late afternoon and Bra was exhausted. She couldn't sleep; her mind was alive with thoughts of her new lover, her body tingling with absolute lust for him.

 

She stayed in her room all day, not wanting her father to look in her eyes. His Saiyan instincts were too sharp and he would notice the profound change in her. She tried to keep herself busy throughout the day by watching some cable, and working on some assignments from her classes. But it was no use; Goten would pop into her head, and it seemed as if he was calling out for her. She wanted to go to him so badly that it made her legs weak with anticipation. She then would break out into a sweat that made her shiver with chills. The weirdest part of her strange bout was her overwhelming urge to taste blood… lots of it.

 

It made her tremble when Bra remembered how sweet Goten's blood tasted, so thick and metallically scrumptious. She could feel the pulse beating in his neck, the adrenaline pumping so fast in his body that made his blood taste all the more delectable.

 

Only one more day… I cannot last another minute, Bra thought to herself. As she laid across her soft bed staring up at the ceiling, she made her final decision on the matter. It was going to happen. She was going to make Goten hers forever…in a matter of twenty-four hours.

 

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Pulling up in front of the Son house, Bulma checked her appearance in the mirror before getting out. Singing happily to herself, she thought about how good her day had been as she popped the trunk and pulled out Chichi's dishes. As she made way to the door, she marveled at how peaceful and calm the countryside was…and how she envied them for living in such a picturesque paradise.

 

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Chichi had already seen her pull up in front of the house, and the anger swelled in her chest so tight she thought she was unable to breathe. The hussy had the nerve to corrupt her son and then come meet him out here discretely? Oh hell no, Chichi thought to herself. She was nipping this in the bud right away. She tore her apron off and threw it over the kitchen chair just as the doorbell rang.

 

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Goten was somewhere between sleep and being awake when he heard the sudden screaming downstairs. He sat upright in the bed, letting his keen hearing depict what was going on all of a sudden. One of the voices obviously was his mother… the other seemed to be Bulma. But why were they going at each other's throats? Groaning, Goten pulled himself out of the bed and trotted downstairs to mediate the fiasco that was ensuing. He hated to meddle in these sorts of things, but it didn't seem like his father was anywhere around to intervene.

 

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"You're not hungry?" Marron purred, biting daintily off the end of her fork. Her foot was very busy rubbing Trunks' crotch, trying to jump-start him for activities later in the evening. Trunks came out of his deep thoughts, staring at Marron darkly. He hadn't been too hungry since they had arrived at Lilly's; somehow turning Pan down from their 'dinner date' actually bothered him.

 

"Got a lot on my mind, I suppose," Trunks replied flatly as he shifted his food around on his plate.

 

"You thinking about little Pan?" Marron said with an obnoxious giggle. Trunks glared at her.

 

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer," Trunks answered as he picked up his wine glass. Letting the contents swirl around in his glass, he brought it up to his nose briefly to inhale its rich scent. He smirked evilly, deciding to irritate Marron a little with the subject, so he finally said,

"Are you threatened by it?"

 

Marron squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath as she quelled her anger. Trunks laughed inwardly as he noticed the nostrils in her nose flare up. She looked up at him, rising one perfectly trimmed eyebrow as she replied, "Not in the least."

 

"Good," Trunks sneered as he drank. "Because it's not like we're a couple or anything. I'm only fucking you, nothing more." With that his hunger returned, and he began to eat with earnest. Meanwhile, Marron stared at him as he ate, feeling her chest burn with his words. Under the table she had her fork twisting in the palm of her hand.

 

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As Goten walked downstairs, the shouting between the two women intensified. As he stepped off the last stair, he noticed Bulma and his mother yelling at each other, and once they noticed his presence, they abruptly stopped. Their stares were wild and disturbing, making Goten wonder if it was a wise decision to interrupt them.

 

"W-what's going on?" Goten spoke sheepishly, the nervousness wavering in his voice.

 

"Goten!" Bulma shouted, walking up to him with her finger pointed. "Will you please tell your crazy mother the truth?"

 

"You stay away from my son, you slut!" Chichi yelled, grabbing her arm roughly. Bulma looked down at her intruding hand and shrugged it off.

 

"I swear Chichi… you touch me one more time and I'll-" Bulma warned as she narrowed her eyes at her.

 

"The truth about what?" Goten asked. "What the hell is going on between you two?"

 

"Oh you don't have to defend your friend anymore, Goten. I know all about it!" Chichi said as she folded her arms. Goten's face paled; did his mother find out about him and Bra? But then his assumption was put to rest when his mother added, "Of all the women in the West Capitol you had to pick this whore!" She pointed at Bulma with disgust.

 

Goten didn't know weather to laugh or cry. Somehow his mother believed he was having an affair with Bulma! It was just too funny. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a stinging slap across his face. He blinked, looking puzzled as he stared back at his mother, her face red with ferocity.

 

"What are you smiling about? There is nothing funny about this at all!" Chichi screamed.

 

"Chichi, I swear to you… I am not messing around with Goten. Isn't that right, Goten?" Bulma pleaded. She didn't realize that she was walking into an ambush by dropping by, but she wanted it cleared up, and fast. Bulma definitely didn't want this getting back to Vegeta.

 

"Of course I'm not messing around with you, Bulma." Goten agreed, shrugging his shoulders. "What are you talking about, Mom?"

 

"You're not messing around with her, huh?" Chichi said as she ran into the kitchen's pantry, returning with a small article in her hands. The moment Goten saw what it was, his heart stopped. "Then how can you explain this!" Chichi stretched out the black undergarment, placing it only inches from Goten's face.

 

"Give me those!" Goten croaked, snatching the underwear out of his mother's hand.

 

"You see, Bulma… I figured it all out. So I want your whoring ass out of my house right now!" Chichi yelled, pointing at the door as she stomped her foot.

 

"Chichi… those aren't my underwear," Bulma spoke coolly, folding her arms as she looked at Chichi with venomous rage.

 

Chichi laughed. "But of course they are! They have your initials written on the tag in them!"

 

"Why would I put my initials in my panties? I'm a grown woman. And I don't wear thongs." Bulma snorted.

 

Just then Goku walked in, and froze when he saw Bulma standing there with Chichi and Goten. He laughed nervously as he walked in, placing himself between the two women so they wouldn't start scratching at each other. "H-hey Bulma! Long time so see! Uh… how's Vegeta?"

 

"Well who else has initials 'B.B.' Bulma?" Chichi challenged Bulma, cutting across Goku's unsuccessful attempt to distract them.

 

"Well-" Bulma began, and then stopped, her eyes closing as she finally realized what was going on. She looked at Goten quickly, her mouth dropped with shock. "Goten… isn't that the girl named Betty… Betty Buchbinder from the art school?" Goten blinked, realizing Bulma had figured out everything, but chose to not reveal it. He was so relieved.

 

"Uh- yeah… she one of the models I'm currently painting," Goten replied hastily, and he walked over to his mother, rubbing her shoulders. "You see Mom… it's just some model's underclothes, not Bulma's. You know I could never betray Vegeta like that… their family is good to me."

 

"Well how does Bulma know about this Betty Boop-" Chichi sputtered, glancing at everyone as her face turned red with embarrassment.

 

"Buchbinder," Goku corrected, scratching his nose. Chichi glared at him.

 

"Whatever," Chichi hissed. "How do you know her, Bulma?"

 

"Because Goten has brought her over to the house before. The name stuck in my mind because of the familiarity with our names… well at least in the initial form. Isn't that right, Goten?"

 

"Absolutely," Goten answered, nodding in agreement.

 

"Whew! I'm glad that's cleared up!" Goku exclaimed, slapping his son hard across his back. "For a moment there your mother had me scared, Goten."

 

"I'm just waiting for Chichi to apologize now, Goku." Bulma said with her hands on her hips, smiling snidely at the now humiliated woman.

 

Chichi huffed; her cheeks still red as she muttered while turning away, "I'm sorry Bulma… I'm sure you can understand by being a mother that I was only trying look out for the best interest of my son."

 

"Well mom you could have asked me before jumping to conclusions," Goten noted, folding his arms as he shook his head. "I'm surprised at you."

 

"I know, I know… I'm sorry also Goten,” Chichi spoke softly as she picked up the dishes that Bulma dropped on the floor. She looked at everyone one last time before making her much-needed exit. Goku shrugged and followed her, knowing how embarrassed she was about the whole incident. And he wanted to confront her. Bulma turned to look at Goten, and her smile melted away. She walked up to him and eyed him suspiciously.

 

"Thanks, Bulma," Goten sighed, finding his palms suddenly getting sweaty from the amount of apprehension Bulma's stare gave him.

 

"Don't thank me yet," Bulma said as she folded her arms. "I want you to tell me everything that's been going on between you and Bra… right now."

 

 

:: to be continued::