Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ain't It Funny? ❯ Rain and Umbrellas ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 427 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 427 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Ain't It Funny?
Chapter 1 : Rain and Umbrellas
It was a beautiful day. The sun shined it's warm rays, the wind breeze flowing to fresh up the temperatures that had risen to the spring temperatures that had arrived and stayed that year.
And then came the storm. The skies darkened, the air moistened carrying the fresh scent of incoming spring rain.
"I can't believe this," Goten said under his breath. He watched the darkened clouds that bathed his world continuously.
"You didn't know?" Uub asked from behind as he joined his friend in watching the water fall free from any reins. "This storm has been forecasted for a week."
"I don't watch the weather channel," Goten replied as he walked from the inner doors to the space in between with the outer doors.
"Then maybe you should," Uub said as his eyes fixed on the figure on the other side of the middle corridor. "Look!" Hi whispered fiercely.
Goten turned his eyes away from the rushing water to where Uub was motioning to. And there she was. The new girl. Mysterious and beautiful, making her a gossip on the school circles.
"That's the girl that Shiron is interested in, isn't she?" Goten asked as he studied her carefully. But fixed were his eyes on her blue hair.
"Yeah," Uub smiled as he knew Shiron's record with girls. "Hi is one of the most popular guys in school and all the girls are always fawning after him. But this one," he glanced at Bra. "She was polite toward him and courteously refused any invitations to lunch and means of let's-get-to-know-each-other,-become-friends-and-then-something-more routine."
"At least she has smarts," Goten muttered, glad that there was someone in the school that didn't go with the trend.
"You knew from the beginning that Paris was playing you Goten," Uub protested quietly. "You knew it and you let her, so don't start."
"Yeah," Goten murmured as he stared to the unchanging rain. "I have to make a run for it."
"Good luck," Uub patted his shoulder on the greeting manner. "It doesn't look like it'll let up any time soon."
"Thanks," he replied absentmindedly. He had to get home soon. Salina would be arriving early from school and she couldn't be left alone at the house. The rain wasn't going to let up, he knew it. He'd be soaked to the bone as soon as he would step outside, but he had delayed as far as he could.
He opened the doors, stepped outside and prepared himself to walk home. He stepped up and out of his shelter. The warmth of the pelting rain was enough to relax him.
He had walked a couple of steps before he felt the pounding rain stopping it's hitting and washing. He looked up, finding a dark blue umbrella hovering over him.
"You shouldn't walk on the rain and get soaked." Goten turned around to his side and found the girl that Uub was talking about in front of him. Her name was Bra, right?
"Thanks," he told her truthfully. "I didn't know that it would rain today."
Her left eyebrow shot up. "It's been on the news the whole week."
Goten smiled remembering that Uub had said the same thing. "I didn't pay attention."
"That'll teach you," she replied and started to walk. Goten kept with her until they approached the segment that went on both right and left. She turned left, it seemed they were going on the same direction.
"I'm Bra," she supplied as they walked quietly. She could tell that he was curious of these circumstances.
"I'm Goten," he introduced himself in return. "I don't want to trouble you Bra. Thanks for getting me at least some time without being soaked to the bone. I appreciate it."
"Don't worry," she replied. "I go the same way you do but I turn on the intersection after your house."
That surprised him. How did she know where he lived?
"No, I haven't stalked you," she assured him. "I noticed one day that you left school a little before I did and it turned out that we were going the same way."
"Oh," Goten shoved his hands in his pockets, the backpack hanging loosely by one strap on his shoulder. After a moment of thinking about the girl beside him, he noticed that she was struggling with the books on her hand.
"As long as we're going together," he flushed as he knew that this was a little awkward. At least, on his part. "Let me hold the umbrella. That's the least I can do."
Bra smiled, her teeth flashing the joy she felt from seeing him like that. "Sure, why not?" He knew that she was smiling for his predicament. Well, at least one of them was having fun.
"This is great spring rain for it being September," Bra initialized the conversation. This wasn't the time to get shy and uncomfortable.
"I think these high temperatures beware the extreme cold we'll get." Goten responded. "The weather's been wacky this whole year."
"I wouldn't know about that," her silent reply reminded him that she had first moved here only weeks ago.
His curiosity peaked. "Where did you live before you moved?"
"I was in another country." Bra answered. "I was at a boarding school in England for the last five years. I came back when my mother died."
"I'm sorry," he offered, knowing that it still didn't help. "You lost her recently then?"
"Three months ago," she answered vaguely. That clearly meant subject change. "
"Have any siblings?"
"Funny you should ask that." She placed one of her hands on his, moving him to the side as she avoided a growing puddle at her feet. Her warmth passed from her nerves to his. The tingling sensation of her hand over his skin possessed a wonderful sensation that he missed as she took it away. "Sorry," she apologized for the unexpected contact.
Don't be, his mind screamed. The words didn't come out as Goten merely nodded.
He scrambled his brain to say something. He had to shake the effect she had with just one touch on him. The pregnant silence was not helping the situation at all. All he could think of was her hand. His gaze shifted to them. Tall, slender fingers with semi-tanned skin. Medium long nails, well manicured.
"My brother transferred to this school too." He recalled what they had been talking about before. "He's on the football team."
"He must be good," Goten replied. The coach was always strict about the team.
"I don't know," she confessed. "But I believe that you all had a meeting today."
She seemed to know a lot about him and his things. The thought satisfied him to a point. "I have to be home today." It was a curt answer but she understood. They were almost there. And then he would be rid of her presence.
They were here. The silence proceeded as she moved the books to her right hand and extended her left to take it back. She could see from his turned body the shadow of his house. It was a great two story place that maintained the perfect image of family life.
"Thanks for the company Goten," she took the umbrella as he untangled his fingers from it.
"Thank you for the shelter," he smiled at her. "I'll see you at school Bra."
"Yeah," she responded, knowing that he would soon forget they even talked a week from now. "See ya."
She turned to the street and set her pace for home. Home. Now that was a riot. She had never been home.
Unaware that he was watching her still, she moved up the street on her normal pace. he turned and went to the door. Glancing at his watch, he cursed. It had taken too much time getting home. But it had been worth it.
He was going to make sure to see her again at school. That, he wouldn't let himself forget.
* * *
AT HOME
"How was your day Bra?" Irene opened the door with one of her usual welcoming smiles. She helped the younger woman inside, taking the umbrella and half of her books.
"Typical," she shortly answered. Remembering her lingering touch on his hand, Bra grimaced. How could she have done that? "Shiron is still flirting and I'm still uninterested."
"Maybe you should say yes and then he'll leave you alone." Irene rationalized. "It's better to spend some time with him than grimacing the next day because of his advances."
"Oh well," she sighed. "Another Day."
It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives we can never change
Just tell me that you understand and you feel the same
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know what to make of this one but I hope you liked it.
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Ain't It Funny?
Chapter 1 : Rain and Umbrellas
It was a beautiful day. The sun shined it's warm rays, the wind breeze flowing to fresh up the temperatures that had risen to the spring temperatures that had arrived and stayed that year.
And then came the storm. The skies darkened, the air moistened carrying the fresh scent of incoming spring rain.
"I can't believe this," Goten said under his breath. He watched the darkened clouds that bathed his world continuously.
"You didn't know?" Uub asked from behind as he joined his friend in watching the water fall free from any reins. "This storm has been forecasted for a week."
"I don't watch the weather channel," Goten replied as he walked from the inner doors to the space in between with the outer doors.
"Then maybe you should," Uub said as his eyes fixed on the figure on the other side of the middle corridor. "Look!" Hi whispered fiercely.
Goten turned his eyes away from the rushing water to where Uub was motioning to. And there she was. The new girl. Mysterious and beautiful, making her a gossip on the school circles.
"That's the girl that Shiron is interested in, isn't she?" Goten asked as he studied her carefully. But fixed were his eyes on her blue hair.
"Yeah," Uub smiled as he knew Shiron's record with girls. "Hi is one of the most popular guys in school and all the girls are always fawning after him. But this one," he glanced at Bra. "She was polite toward him and courteously refused any invitations to lunch and means of let's-get-to-know-each-other,-become-friends-and-then-something-more routine."
"At least she has smarts," Goten muttered, glad that there was someone in the school that didn't go with the trend.
"You knew from the beginning that Paris was playing you Goten," Uub protested quietly. "You knew it and you let her, so don't start."
"Yeah," Goten murmured as he stared to the unchanging rain. "I have to make a run for it."
"Good luck," Uub patted his shoulder on the greeting manner. "It doesn't look like it'll let up any time soon."
"Thanks," he replied absentmindedly. He had to get home soon. Salina would be arriving early from school and she couldn't be left alone at the house. The rain wasn't going to let up, he knew it. He'd be soaked to the bone as soon as he would step outside, but he had delayed as far as he could.
He opened the doors, stepped outside and prepared himself to walk home. He stepped up and out of his shelter. The warmth of the pelting rain was enough to relax him.
He had walked a couple of steps before he felt the pounding rain stopping it's hitting and washing. He looked up, finding a dark blue umbrella hovering over him.
"You shouldn't walk on the rain and get soaked." Goten turned around to his side and found the girl that Uub was talking about in front of him. Her name was Bra, right?
"Thanks," he told her truthfully. "I didn't know that it would rain today."
Her left eyebrow shot up. "It's been on the news the whole week."
Goten smiled remembering that Uub had said the same thing. "I didn't pay attention."
"That'll teach you," she replied and started to walk. Goten kept with her until they approached the segment that went on both right and left. She turned left, it seemed they were going on the same direction.
"I'm Bra," she supplied as they walked quietly. She could tell that he was curious of these circumstances.
"I'm Goten," he introduced himself in return. "I don't want to trouble you Bra. Thanks for getting me at least some time without being soaked to the bone. I appreciate it."
"Don't worry," she replied. "I go the same way you do but I turn on the intersection after your house."
That surprised him. How did she know where he lived?
"No, I haven't stalked you," she assured him. "I noticed one day that you left school a little before I did and it turned out that we were going the same way."
"Oh," Goten shoved his hands in his pockets, the backpack hanging loosely by one strap on his shoulder. After a moment of thinking about the girl beside him, he noticed that she was struggling with the books on her hand.
"As long as we're going together," he flushed as he knew that this was a little awkward. At least, on his part. "Let me hold the umbrella. That's the least I can do."
Bra smiled, her teeth flashing the joy she felt from seeing him like that. "Sure, why not?" He knew that she was smiling for his predicament. Well, at least one of them was having fun.
"This is great spring rain for it being September," Bra initialized the conversation. This wasn't the time to get shy and uncomfortable.
"I think these high temperatures beware the extreme cold we'll get." Goten responded. "The weather's been wacky this whole year."
"I wouldn't know about that," her silent reply reminded him that she had first moved here only weeks ago.
His curiosity peaked. "Where did you live before you moved?"
"I was in another country." Bra answered. "I was at a boarding school in England for the last five years. I came back when my mother died."
"I'm sorry," he offered, knowing that it still didn't help. "You lost her recently then?"
"Three months ago," she answered vaguely. That clearly meant subject change. "
"Have any siblings?"
"Funny you should ask that." She placed one of her hands on his, moving him to the side as she avoided a growing puddle at her feet. Her warmth passed from her nerves to his. The tingling sensation of her hand over his skin possessed a wonderful sensation that he missed as she took it away. "Sorry," she apologized for the unexpected contact.
Don't be, his mind screamed. The words didn't come out as Goten merely nodded.
He scrambled his brain to say something. He had to shake the effect she had with just one touch on him. The pregnant silence was not helping the situation at all. All he could think of was her hand. His gaze shifted to them. Tall, slender fingers with semi-tanned skin. Medium long nails, well manicured.
"My brother transferred to this school too." He recalled what they had been talking about before. "He's on the football team."
"He must be good," Goten replied. The coach was always strict about the team.
"I don't know," she confessed. "But I believe that you all had a meeting today."
She seemed to know a lot about him and his things. The thought satisfied him to a point. "I have to be home today." It was a curt answer but she understood. They were almost there. And then he would be rid of her presence.
They were here. The silence proceeded as she moved the books to her right hand and extended her left to take it back. She could see from his turned body the shadow of his house. It was a great two story place that maintained the perfect image of family life.
"Thanks for the company Goten," she took the umbrella as he untangled his fingers from it.
"Thank you for the shelter," he smiled at her. "I'll see you at school Bra."
"Yeah," she responded, knowing that he would soon forget they even talked a week from now. "See ya."
She turned to the street and set her pace for home. Home. Now that was a riot. She had never been home.
Unaware that he was watching her still, she moved up the street on her normal pace. he turned and went to the door. Glancing at his watch, he cursed. It had taken too much time getting home. But it had been worth it.
He was going to make sure to see her again at school. That, he wouldn't let himself forget.
* * *
AT HOME
"How was your day Bra?" Irene opened the door with one of her usual welcoming smiles. She helped the younger woman inside, taking the umbrella and half of her books.
"Typical," she shortly answered. Remembering her lingering touch on his hand, Bra grimaced. How could she have done that? "Shiron is still flirting and I'm still uninterested."
"Maybe you should say yes and then he'll leave you alone." Irene rationalized. "It's better to spend some time with him than grimacing the next day because of his advances."
"Oh well," she sighed. "Another Day."
It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives we can never change
Just tell me that you understand and you feel the same
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know what to make of this one but I hope you liked it.
Moon Star