Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson In Humility ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Arthur Notes: This chapter was prompted by a very dedicated fan, Nesha. She has been in touch with me over the last year, and even helped me beta read my Naruto fic. I dedicate this chapter to her, and give thanks… I really didn't have the encouragement to continue this story, but she made it possible. I got upset when I made chapter 14's post; after all those emails and reviewers begging for me to update, I got hardly any reviews. I think it is unfair after we writers give the readers the material they ask for, and you can't take two seconds to make a comment on it. I see that people are reading it based on the visits. So please, please make an effort to review anything you read. Writers will greatly appreciate it.

 

Also I wanted to say thanks to all the other fans that hung in there over this last year… I have had some big things happen last year (like having a baby was one of them!) So time behind the computer has been a challenge. I do intend on finishing this story, and I think it's going to go on for at least 4-6 more chapters before it's over. I'm not sure yet…

 

Also as a reminder to anyone that hasn't noticed, this is an Alternate Universe fanficion! I had the people from MM.org fanfiction writer's guild send me a review telling that I need to omit the music and movie references in my story because it wouldn't be possible in Dragonball Z's universe. Wrong. I will not remove any reference whatsoever. That's why it's called fanfition… we can do and make it anyway we wish to. I think it's comical for me to take away something to make a certain universe real; when that universe isn't real in the first place! I really think that in all honesty it was a good, honest review; but I think they really take things way too seriously.

 

Okay! Off to the chapter! This is an un-edited version, so please forgive me for any errors you may encounter. Thanks for stopping by!

 

Lesson In Humility

Chapter Fifteen

 

Goten awoke abruptly, sweat covering his body and sheets. He ran his fingers through his thick wet hair and sighed, trying to regain his senses. He had that dream again. It was the same dream he'd had the pervious evening.

 

The dream always starts off tranquil. He's in a meadow and as the wind flows across the expanse of the open field, he sees Bra far on the other side. Overjoyed, he begins to run toward her, and she happily does the same. As he gets closer to her, he sees the shine of her beautiful blue eyes, her warm inviting smile, and her arms open wide to embrace him. But suddenly it seems he's running in quicksand; and he even as he frantically reaches for her, Bra begins to slip farther and farther away. Quickly he falls into this dark abyss, and he screams. The next thing he sees is Vegeta's angry face, his palm facing him as aura of blue light from his ki forms a large ball. With a yell Vegeta shoots the ball at him; it hits his chest and it burns… the pain pierces his flesh so badly he smells the blood pouring out him, and this is when he awakes.

 

Groaning, Goten pulled himself out of the bed and walked into the kitchen. As he drank a glass of water, he began to recall the grim discussion he and Bulma had only two nights ago…

 

“If Vegeta finds out that the bond is not complete, he will kill you.” Bulma warned him, grabbing his shirt in a panic.

 

“Why would he want to do that? Doesn't he want his daughter to be happy?” Goten asked, his brows furrowed.

 

“It doesn't matter, she is only his daughter… he'll do anything to keep her from being mated to his rival's son!” Bulma yelled at him.

 

“Even if it means she'll hate him for doing it?” Goten explained, snatching away from her.

 

“Look, I know I've really unloaded a lot of information on you,” Bulma spoke in much softer tone. “But I don't want you to get hurt. Stay low in the country for a few days… and I'll make arrangements with Bra so you two can meet and get this bonding thing over with. After that, there's nothing Vegeta can do about it.”

 

“You're so sure he's going to hurt me,” Goten scoffed, shaking his head. “I'm not going to hide anywhere. If Vegeta wants to get me, he'll find me. I'll stand up to him if I have to. For Bra I'll do anything.”

 

In total awe at what he said, Bulma could do more than say, “…Goten.”

 

 

And he meant that too. Goten was a man, and a good one. It didn't matter what kind of blood flowed in his veins, or who his father is. All that should have mattered was he was the man that wanted to spend the rest of his life with Bra. He would just have to prove that to Vegeta.

 

As Goten began to take a second gulp of his water, he paused. He felt his entire body go cold as he sensed the extreme ki that was suddenly at his kitchen window. His insides fluttered with a kind of fear he only felt when Majin Buu was running loose in the city. He had no idea he could get that scared anymore. Instantly glass and wood exploded in his face, and he tumbled backwards against the kitchen wall. Staggered, he shook his head and slowly rose to his feet, knocking bits of glass and other debris off of him he looked the Saiyan Prince.

 

Vegeta levitated in the middle of his kitchen, his arms folded squarely at his chest. There was no light on, but from the blast it knocked down a few of this fluorescent lights that were hung under his sink, and they fluttered on and off violently behind him, giving his presence an ominous look. Between the flutter of the lights, he could see Vegeta's dark eyes staring back at him, his scowl deep and unmoving.

 

“Ready to die, boy?” Vegeta growled, his evil smirk forming on the end of his mouth.

 

*****

 

Staring at the woman in his bed, Trunks frowned. He sat up, resting against the headboard. The last couple of weeks had been a clambake for him that was for sure. But now as he gazed at this bombshell blonde beauty, he felt… detached with her suddenly.

 

It wasn't just her aloof bitchy attitude that turned him off. It was something else… or someone else, rather.

 

Since his brief conversation with Pan in his office the pervious evening, he began to look at the girl in a different light. He already knew Pan liked him; he could sense it when she would blush and look away from him when she came over to see Bra. He heard the nervousness in her voice when he asked her a question, and how her hand shook when he took an item out of it on one occasion. Yes, that girl was definitely fond of him.

 

But since his failed attempt to take her out to dinner (thanks to Marron), Pan was all he could think about. And it certainly didn't help when the next day he came into work Pan had on an outfit that made his head turn.

 

Pan wore a short, black shirt with a tight-fitting red short sleeved sweater. She wasn't full of curves like Marron; her slim and well built shape made her appearance professional yet appealing.

 

Then he could tell she was teasing him, switching her bottom a little extra around him at any given advantage. Pan would bring in his reports, making sure to brush up against him at any opportunity. Between her new appearance and sudden confidence around him, he was beginning to think how sweet it would be to bed a girl like her.

 

Trunks scoffed at the idea. He was much older than Pan, and if he slept with her he would be really be turning her out. He grinned, thinking that he could give her something these measly human boys couldn't; a sexual satisfaction she probably have be seeking all her young adult life. He could simply envision how she would cry and moan for him as he pounding her senseless. Yeah, Pan would beg me to fuck her, Trunks thought, his perverted thoughts making him hard. He reached down between the covers, rubbing his erection trapped under his boxers. He let out small moan, leaning his head back against the headboard as he visualized Pan beneath him, her legs like a vise around his waist, the sweet sweat rolling of her alabaster skin… tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as he thrusted deep into her warmth…

 

“Trunks?” Marron spoke sleepily. Trunks grew rigid, his hand stilled as his erection quickly vanished. His eyes followed over to her as she sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a yarn. “What's wrong?”

 

“Nothing is wrong,” Trunks ground out quickly, diverting his eyes off of her.

 

“Why jerk yourself off when I can do it for you?” Marron said sweetly, stretching her arms outward, touching Trunks' shoulders. He moved away from her, and she pouted. “What did I do this time?” She asked.

 

“I want to break up,” Trunks admitted plainly, not looking her direction. “I've grown tired of being with you.”

 

Marron's shoulders slumped. “Where did this come from? You weren't interested in breaking up with me a few hours ago when you had me on my back!” She spat angrily.

 

“This doesn't work Marron, we don't work,” Trunks replied hotly, finally looking at her angry face. “We never have. All we do is thrash at each other.”

 

“But we're talking about some high quality thrashing, Trunks,” Marron said with a small but serious smile. “No one trashes as good as we do.”

 

“I want to see other people,” Trunks told her, and her smile faded. “Look, we had fun. But I don't want to feel tied down to one girl. I'm sure you understand that.”

 

“Or maybe you have your sights on another girl, maybe?” Marron spoke suspiciously, raising one eyebrow. Trunks didn't answer, looking away from her as he sucked his teeth.

 

“I'm not thinking about fucking another guy, that's for sure.” Trunks joked under his breath, but Marron found no humor in it.

 

Sitting back, she folded her arms. “Oh… I see now. You want to go screw that little girl Pan, right?”

 

“She's not a little girl; she's eighteen. And what's it to you?” Trunks replied.

 

“You are simply predictable and truly despicable Trunks Briefs!” Marron shouted, hopping out of the bed, looking for her clothes that lay on the floor. Trunks jumped up and grabbed her arms, spinning her around roughly.

 

“Despicable? You dare call me that after fucking me and my best friend at the same time?” He seethed.

 

“But you still kept me around, didn't you?” Marron replied, rubbing her body against his. She could feel his semi hardness through his boxers, and she began to grind her body against it. Trunks growled, his grip becoming tighter on her as she enticed him. “See Trunks? Your body wants me. Admit it… you're kicking me out my ass right now and you still want to fuck!”

 

Trunks pushed her down to the floor, and she looked up at him through her tussled hair. “Get the fuck out of my apartment Marron, and seek some professional help.” He turned, walking into the bathroom, slamming the door hard. Trunks slumped against the door, letting out an exasperated sigh. It took a lot of willpower for him to not tear what clothes she did have on and fuck her. He did want to. But he knew it wasn't healthy. Their relationship was sickening. And the way she began to rub against him ignited him with arousal and rage. Turning to his side against the door, Trunks made sure to lock it. He wanted the message clear; he wanted her gone out of his life for good. He could hear her cursing as she put her clothing on, and soon it grew quiet. Trunks walked over to the toilet, setting the toilet lid down he sat.

 

His experience with Marron could be compared to a crackhead wanting crack. It was dangerous, irresponsible, wrong… and unhealthy. It just wasn't like him to settle for only one girl. He was still young and he had years before he decided to settle down. Trunks just knew that weather his next prospects be Pan or any other woman, he would take his time and not get too serious about it. He couldn't dream going through this anguish again.

 

 

****

 

“Die?” Goten chuckled as he cracked his corded neck. “I don't intend on dying for a long time, Vegeta.”

 

“Well I can surely prolong it if you wish, ragamuffin.” Vegeta hissed, his hands dropping down to his sides. “You should have kept your hands off of her.”

 

“We love each other, dammit, can't you see?” Goten yelled as he noticed his sudden movement, and he got into a defensive pose. “Why keep us- and her- from it?”

 

“You know nothing peasant,” Vegeta yelled, pointing his finger at the demi-sayian. “Love is the farthest of my worries with you two. I don't intend to have some low-class scum as a son-n-law, and if it means killing you then that's I what I'll do!”

 

“Even if that means your daughter hates you for the rest of her life?” Goten reasoned, but he could feel Vegeta's ki rising with his temper.

 

“That will be the chance I take, clown!” Vegeta charged towards him, his fist connecting to Goten's jaw. They both broke through a wall, and as Goten began to stand Vegeta shot a ki blast at him, piercing his shoulder. Goten screamed out in pain, and made a dash for the open window in the living room. If they kept fighting in his apartment they would surely demolish the entire building.

 

“No need to run now coward… I'm having so much fun!” Vegeta yelled out to him, shooting ki blasts into his back.

 

Goten stopped midair, spinning around as he suddenly powered up, yelling, “Kaio-ken times 4!!!” The immediate rush of energy poured through his body, making his aura that flowed from him in a rich red hue. Vegeta blinked only for a nanosecond as he saw the man charge him head on. Before he could move out of the way, Goten brought both of his fists that were clenched together down on his head, sending Vegeta spinning wildly to the earth. He crashed into a nearby landfill, and the still powered up Goten didn't stop his attack as he sped down towards him.

 

With a wild, murderous roar, Vegeta exploded from the debris he was buried under, white light streaming all around him. Goten held his palms to his side, just like his father had always done as he began to shout, “Ka….me…ha…me….” Light began to shutter through his fingers as he called forth his energy for his attack.

 

Vegeta swiftly extended his arms outwards from the sides of his body, placing the base of his hands together directly forward as he released a large and powerful gold Ki beam that began to consume everything in its path. He cried aloud fiercely, “Fi…nal Flash!!”

 

Goten shot his hands forward, his wrists locked together, fingers curled as he let out warriors scream, “…HA!!!!” The two Ki beams hit each other directly, the flash of light so brilliant it would has blinded anyone looking. Goten and Vegeta began pushing their Ki towards each other in an attempt to overpower the other one's attack.

 

Goten's hands stung as he pushed forward, gritting his teeth as he bared the pain of Vegeta's vicious attack. He felt his own strength ebbing, and he knew he had to do something fast before he got consumed by Vegeta's final flash. With a loud cry he whirled to the left of him, letting his blast go and sending Vegeta's attack off into the sky, clipping a nearby building in the process. Grasping his fists together, Goten used the last of his strength to power up once last time, shaking the building and vibrating the ground as the white light around him turned yellow along with his hair. Electricity jumped around him as he raised his hands to the sky and snapping them back down, and the energy died down. Goten now levitated over Vegeta in his majestic form of Super Saiyan.

 

“Heh,” Vegeta snorted, wiping the sweat and blood off his brow. “Now that's what I'm talking about, half-breed trash.” A roar ripped from Vegeta's throat, and the stream of energy surged around him as he transformed into his Super Saiyan form, looking up at Goten with murderous green eyes. “I'll even give you a handicap and not acsend to my second level.”

 

“Thanks for nothing bitch,” Goten replied, flying down towards him in lightening speed. Vegeta shot up to the sky, leaving a huge indentation in the ground as he flew towards Goten, a wicked smirk on his lips. They were almost about to clash into each other when there was flash of light before them. Vegeta paled, instantly stopping as he gazed at what stood before him -

 

Bra.

 

Her arms were stretched out from her sides as her blue hair blew beautifully in the breeze. Her eyes were glassy as they stared harshly at her father- the man who gave her life and the one she looked up to entire life. The very same man that was now trying to end the life of the only man she ever truly loved besides him.

 

Vegeta's expression darkened as he now saw what she was truly doing- standing in the direct path of a major battle, all for that low-life scum Goten. Enraged, he growled as he flew up to her.

 

“Out of the way Princess, and let daddy finish what he started.” Vegeta simply told her, his tone very demanding.

 

“I won't let you hurt him Daddy.” Bra cried out to Vegeta, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I choose him, you have to accept that and stand down.”

 

“I will do no such thing,” Vegeta snarled back at this daughter. “And you don't tell me what to do, I'm the parent here! Now step aside!”

 

“I won't,” Bra replied, her hands stretching out even farther. “You'll just have to kill both of us.”

 

“Bra… don't do this,” Goten implored, keeping his eye on Vegeta the entire time.

 

Bra never responded to Goten, she continued to stare her father down and keep her place. “I choose him, Daddy. He is going to be my soul mate! You must step down!” She yelled out to him, the tears were running nonstop now.

 

Vegeta's cringed, hating to see his daughter cry. He knew in the past she used crying as a tool to manipulate him; but this time she was sincere. Her tears, her words- it all came from the heart. Gritting his teeth, he threw his head back and screeched out into the cold night sky with his agony; the sound nearly breaking every window within their proximity. In an instant he was off- skyrocketing into the sky so fast that he was merely a speck against the night skyline.

 

Bra relaxed, grateful of her father's reluctant but tormented decision. She quickly turned around, gazing at the battered Goten. She gasped; thinking how wondrous he looked in his Super Saiyan form. He was breathing hard, the sweat pouring off his face and shirtless body as he gradually powered down, his golden arua fading as she returned to his normal state.

 

“Goten!” Bra exclaimed, flying over to embrace him tightly. He encircled a limp sweaty arm around her, and she as she nestled into his arms, they descended back to the ground.

 

“Why did you come?” Goten managed to say, his body suddenly giving out from the externous fighting with Vegeta. He sat on the ground as Bra assessed

his wound on his shoudler.

 

“Why wouldn't I come?” Bra told him, looking at he bloody wounds on his back as well. She came back around to face him, sitting down on the ground with him. “I got you into this mess, and I'm sorry. I should have told what my true intentions were…”

 

“You should have,” Goten snapped, shaking his head. Fear stabbed through Bra gut when he said that; but as he looked at her, his hand reaching up to caress her face, she relaxed. “…but what' done is done. It doesn't change the fact that I still want you as my soul mate as well.”

 

“Oh, Goten…” Bra spoke dreamily, and she moved in close as she captured her lips with his. She tried pressing her body closer to his, but he hissed in pain. “Oh, I'm sorry… are you okay?”

 

“Does it look like I'm okay Bra?” Goten chuckled, nipping her nose. “Your Dad gave me one terrible ass-kicking.”

 

“I know… can you stand? If you can make it to my car we can get out of here… I have some sensu beans if you need them.” Bra told him as she stood.

 

“Yeah… I can do that,” Goten stood, grabbing his ribcage has he realized his ribs were brokenas well too. Bra pulled his arm over her shoulder and helped him into her vehicle, and she sped off towards the country… to heal her man and ready him for their final phase of their bonding.

 

:: To Be Continued::