Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Pep Talks and Encounters ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 302 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.18.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 302 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. There will be some Pan and Trunks (r) as well. I hope you like it.
Thanks to all that have been reading this, and the reviews as well. Continue on...
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 6 : Pep Talks and Encounters
Bra pierced her look on her brother. She hadn't seen him for so much time, a whole year without having the refuge of his arms. She had missed him, and longed for him to return. One of the effects of not being an only child was all that took for her to bring her problems and thoughts to her big brother.
He seemed to have changed unknowingly. She couldn't say much of his appearance, on the outside, but she could see that he had seemed to have grown more. She scolded herself as she reminded herself that he had become a year older, just like her.
Trunks groaned as he finally felt the growing tension in his muscles from the cramp in the pod. He would never get used to it. It had been years and years and it still hurt in the same spots.
Although he tried to seem unsuspicious, he had felt the wondering gaze of his sister. Bra seemed to be making a serious study of him. It bothered him still. She had never been one to study him with precise eyes. It seemed as if her mind was concentrating on something trying to get everything out of it. Trouble was what came to mind.
After he closed the door to one of his rooms, he swiftly took off the armor that was scrapped on his body. The dark blue body suit, remained. He caught her eyes, making her blush as she found that he had seen her observation. She knew that he was one of those people that hated that kind of approach.
"You'll tell me what's wrong to study me like this?" He asked her as he walked toward one of the closets of the room and took out a full body towel. It was time to take a hot bath. The remedy to his problem with the muscles.
Bra lowered her eyes, she felt ashamed by the tone that he had used on her. It was of authority but still, affectionate. He had never said something like that before. He wasn't one to express himself like that. Not in an affectionate tone anyway.
"You've changed," she put bluntly.
Trunks rolled his eyes as she stated an obvious reaction. He had known what her glances were for. She had always been close to him although he had never said anything back. It had been a ritual for them. She ran to him when something was wrong and he let her use him for getting all her troubles out although he never helped her out physically.
Something inside reflected it. Caring hadn't seen too much as he tried to shape himself into the prince of the planet. "I think that's obvious." He answered her.
Trunks walked from his place to the enormous bathroom. Set the tub in motion and started to fill it with water. Bra had been left behind in the bedroom, as she had been sitting in the bed. It wasn't good to bother with it thought, she reflected to herself. He had never been good at communicating with her in any way. Mother yes, Bra was just a brat that worshipped the ground he walked upon.
"How you been the last year?" The question arose from the open door of the bathroom. She heard some water splashing as she knew that he was entering the tub to ease his sore muscles.
"Out and about," she answered cautiously. She wanted to know how it had been for him.
"Any projects that I should know about," he asked her as he submerged his hair from the warmth of the water. He hadn't had a good bath since he and Goten had left the Centol planet. There they had been treated as the royalty they were. Not to count to the really good ceremony and time that he had in there.
He smirked as he remembered how Goten had tried to avoid been included in the festivities. It wasn't as much that he didn't like where he was, but it seemed that since Goten had received the talk of his marrying the princess, he had withdrawn himself somewhat of the playing around.
Now, as he thought about it, he saw that it felt better that he had acted this way. He had respected the woman that he was arranged to. That was something that he had appreciated to himself to know that Goten respected his alliance with the throne.
"What are you thinking about?" Bra asked him as she set herself sitting a top of the closed toilet. She had made sure that he had been bathing in deep bubbles before she entered.
Trunks sputtered as his eyes opened in surprise. He almost shot up to reprimand Bra of her forwardness but reminded himself that he was safe as long as the bubbles stayed afloat and down, covered.
"You shouldn't enter," he still told her.
"It doesn't matter," she told him smiling at his face.
"It matters to me," he growled.
"Don't tell me that brother has actually got some sensitive side to how he is seen." She kidded. "A year before and if I had walked in, you wouldn't have cared."
"Don't talk like that Bra."
"I'm kidding brother," she told him as she smiled and grimaced. "Ever since that incident when I walked in two years ago, I remember to always look before I enter a private quarter."
She saw him cross his arms as she saw that he remembered as well. She had been 16 at the time, and she had been told all that she needed to know from Agatha which never took any secrets from her. She had been so embarrassed as she had walked in toward the room of her brother to tell him of the change of plans and found him with one of the saiyan women that were stationed to go out to other planets.
Walking in toward the bathroom and finding them in that position had been something that she had never forgotten. She had been mortified, but now as she thought about it, she only laughed at her uncertainty.
"I think you're still the same," she remarked gaining his gaze. "You're still after the pretty saiyan that you see before you."
He was silent for some time. Bra took this as a notice that he didn't want to expand in the subject.
"I saw the way that you looked at her," she told him square on. It was better to get his out now to know what he was planning.
"I wouldn't have noticed," he said gaily at her. "With the way you and Goten were enticed with each other. I wouldn't have known that you would have left his gaze."
"It's the first time I saw him," she defended herself.
"Right," he resorted to her. He had the look of knowledge.
"I don't want you to get any ideas brother," Bra placed her hand in his cheek. She scrubbed at a black spot which soon cleared out. "I know you too well to not know when you're interested in someone."
"Is this any business of yours?" He tried to maintain his patience. It was bad enough that she was the one reprimanding him about it.
"It is when I know what you're capable of to get someone in bed," she put it in simple terms.
"I don't think this involves you," he told her curtly.
"I don't want you to get any ideas, neither," she stood up beside the mirror to examine her face. "She's stronger than she looks too."
"What was that business right when we arrived?" Trunks wanted to know what had been going on.
"Pan had to destroy the capsule in which she came in here. There was a bomb planted there by the pirates that attacked her on her way here."
"I wouldn't have thought it."
"I also think that she did that right there to point out that she knew what you were going at with your look. She's not someone to be trifled with."
"Don't keep on telling me things like that."
"Isn't it about time that you started to look around for someone to mate to," she told him instead. "You'll soon be 24."
"I don't have to get married or mated until I'm well on 30."
"Sometimes is not better to wait," she whispered to him. He felt the pang of hold as she said that. She had her own troubles to think of.
"You're not okay with this whole marriage in a year are you?"
"Would you?" She asked him. She turned around to face him. She had asked from within and hoped that he would answer her truthfully.
"I don't think so," he told her. "But you don't have a choice in the matter."
"It's not much of how I have to get married but, I barely know him," she sank down on her seat again. Her hands were on her temple.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about though," he told her. Reaching for his towel on his side, he started to rise quickly covering himself. He spread the towel around his waist and set it there. The water had become cold for the whole time that they had been there. Time seemed to soar by to him.
"He's a really good person," he said to her. He moved closer to where she was and got her up from her seat. He wrapped a wet arm around her waist and held her for a moment. "You should give him a chance before you make up your mind."
"It's still unsettling," she murmured as he led her out of the bathroom and to the door. He opened it and led her out.
He turned, about to close it when he heard her talk. "Think about what I told you Trunks." She spun around and walked straight out.
"She might not know it," he whispered, closing the door.
***
Pan smiled at the proximity between both Goten and Badrock. They just stood before one another without saying a word. She was really getting into it. This was a way for them to communicate although she had no idea how it would help this.
"I see that this is a remarkably warm welcome," she said sarcastically to them. She narrowed her eyes as they continued to stay in the same way. They must have stayed in the same position for over an hour. She groaned inwardly as she stood it no more.
Sitting as they were in one of the formal rooms of the palace, with some tea in the table. It had been a long time and silence had reign for too much time.
"I think it's time for him to get some rest," waiting for no replies, she took Goten by the arm and threw him out of the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure that I don't die of silence in that room," she replied. She led him by the arms through the hallways trying to remember which ones she needed to take to get to her room.
"I couldn't help but notice your attire niece," Goten remarked as a spark started to blew in the air.
She growled lowly. This whole dressing idea was getting on her last strand of hair. "Like I had a choice."
"You can't tell me that someone tied you to a chair."
"Almost literally," she told him taking a sharp left, passing one of the Gravity Machines of the training area.
"Don't tell me that you just stood there," Goten laughed at the look on her face. "I have never seen you dressed in a dress like these." He got a thinking expression on as he pondered. "I think I've never seen you on a dress period."
"Your fiancée kidnapped me on her room with Ban and decided that it was time to play dress up."
Goten froze in his place as her name had been mentioned. The look in her eyes were pressed back in his memory. He recalled the dress that she had been wearing. The dress that she had on had been like those that were distributed on Earth.
"You gave her that dress," he turned to Pan who continued to walk grumbling.
"Mom and Marron decided to pack all of the clothes that I would never wear," she paused for a second. "Mainly Marron, I think mom only paid for them."
"By the looks of this piece of clothing," Goten pointed to the one that she had on. "I think that all of your wardrobe is going to get you a lot of attention."
"What could have they been thinking of?" Pan asked out loud to no one in particular.
"I wouldn't know," Goten shrugged his shoulders. Pan entered the code to her room and waited for the door to open. "Although I'm sure that Trunks loved it."
"Tell me about it," she stalked into the room. Looking through the drawers, she found another pair of pants and the necessary needs to change her appearance. She managed to get all she needed and stepped into the bathroom for a second as she left Goten simply standing in the middle of the room.
He approached one of the mirrors of the room to look at himself for a moment. The same face he had seen a year ago in the same palace greeted back at him. Same hair, same eyes, same heart... different thoughts. Instead of worrying over the year of being alone with Prince Trunks, he was now deep in thoughts of the princess that he had to marry in less than a year now.
His hand went to his jaw, tracing the line thinking. He focused on his eyes. The contours of black continued to stare at their own movement. Something in them had changed. Chance of comprehending what it was that he didn't recognize were gone. He didn't know what to say to it.
"Why are you staring at yourself?" The voice came from behind as Pan emerged from behind him. She had on her training clothes. Her orange bandana in it's usual style on her hair which she had managed to get down. Some strands, still curled fell out of the bandana's grasp and continued to frame the side of her face which were questioning.
"Just thinking of all that I've seen this past year," he said to her. He knew that she would never know what he was asking of himself.
"Ok," Pan sat on her bed as she continued to watch him closely as Goten stood blandly in his place.
"You've grown," Goten tried to bring some stops to her close watch on him. The silence here was really deafening to him.
"So have you," she said back, not helping in trying to carry out the conversation.
"Any questions or thoughts?"
"What are you going to do now?" She asked him, her head moved from one side to the other. She was still examining him closely.
"I don't know if I have to go somewhere else," he replied. "If not, I'll remain where I am. I'd have to be back for the wedding anyway."
Pan's eyes brightened. "Who would have ever thought that?"
"Thought what?"
"That you would be marrying the princess. I only found out yesterday."
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think that she's a really good person."
"With transformation and all?" He kidded her.
"We get along fine as I see it," Pan threw herself backwards to the bed. Her head settling in it's place.
"I saw that," he was happy that she found someone she could get along with in here.
"I'm the one that should be asking you this question Goten," her figure straightened as she sat up again. "What do you feel of the whole thing?"
"I don't really know," he responded. "It feels different, weird. It's already been decided what I would do with my life and in a way," he wondered. " I don't know why but I feel some comfort in it."
"Do you want to marry her?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "How would you know if you really wanted to spend the rest of your life with a person that you have only seen once."
"Never had the feeling," Pan agreed with that. "But," she hesitated. "What I'm asking is if you will be willing to give this thing a chance?"
"I don't have a choice, remember?" He smiled at her.
"I'm phrasing it wrong," Pan scolded herself.
"I wouldn't know how to answer Pan," Goten moved beside her and gave her one of his brotherly hugs that she had always found refuge in. "She impressed me though."
"I saw it," she murmured as she responded to the hug for a moment. He started to draw back. "She's impressed too."
"How can you tell?" He asked suspiciously.
"I saw the same look on your face," Pan rolled her eyes at him. "I think that if you two really get to know each other, then this will all work out."
"Well," Goten started to move toward the door to go into his room. HE had one since the last time that he had been in the palace. "We'll have a long time to get acquainted if you mean that."
Pan only watched as he moved wearily out of the room. She pondered as she studied the tone in his voice when he had talked to her. He had been tired. The pressure of the trip must have really caught up with him. She didn't like to see him like that. It seemed as if the sparkle that he always had, had diminished just a little as he walked out. He was preoccupied about something. She would try to help, but she knew that he wasn't one to let her interfere with whichever thoughts were running in his heads.
Shaking her thoughts away from the troubles that seemed to have just disappeared from the room, she recalled that she had intended to train to pent up any discussions in her head of what she was feeling in here. She couldn't use the Gravity Machine though, she needed to rest her mind so that she could think clearly.
Trying to remember where Badrock had told her that the other training grounds where, she emerged from her room. Wrong turns where things that she knew would slow her the most.
***
The hallways seemed empty as Bra walked from the passage that went through an in-door garden. She has stayed in there for some moments, lingering. She tried to understand what was programmed for tomorrow and the rest of her life. Even though she knew that she had to take it and do as the King commanded, she knew that it wasn't fair. First thing that she was going to ask Trunks to do when he claimed the throne was that he would change that law or custom.
Enthralled in her thoughts, she left the room and entered on the hallway back to her rooms. She might stop in to see if Pan was in so that they could practice some of their moves on each other. There had to be a way to relax herself.
The voice of Trunks was what kept her in turmoil though. This position in which she was in too. Who would have ever thought that Trunks would give a look over at Pan. She knew of her brother's antics and she wasn't one that could let it all go like it had always been. But then, maybe she was wrong. There's always the possibility of her being wrong.
Her thoughts did a 180 when they presented their selves on Goten. Goten, she thought to herself. The name now sounded better as she could remember him clearly from hours before. The way his eyes showed everything that he was seeing in them... that she remembered well. He wasn't one to impersonate or lie. She saw that from the start. If there had been something called an eye attraction from the first time, she could say that it had been her.
She was attracted to him. She also remembered his greeting. The sultry tone which enounced different meanings into them. He had kissed her hand in admiration and also magnetism. His was the frame of a perfect man... who she had to get to know.
Mechanically, she turned on the hallways, as she had the way memorized. Her turn and oblivious existence made her blind to the figure that was right there walking to her. In that case, he had seen her coming, but too late.
She collided with him with such force that she fell back from the pressure. Goten's reflexes shot out as he saw the figure fall backwards. Both arms came around her to support her frame from falling down to the floor. By the balance, her body shock with his arms and she was moved forwards toward him. Her face fell hard into his chest.
A minute passed as Bra tried to remember what had happened. The change and fast of the happenings had left her dizzy and disconcerted. A voice came through her mind. "Are you okay?"
The tone, she recognized it. It was him. Her head shot up toward his, her figure straightened and her full height reached up. Now, she was in eye to eye almost with him. "You okay?" He asked again, his arms still tightened around her waist.
"I think so," she whispered to him as she found that her figure was captured on his grip. Her hands were caught in between herself and his hard figure.
"You sure?" He asked again, concerned that she was still shock up.
She nodded, her voice caught up somewhere within her vocal cords. From her widened look, she started to breath normally. Calming down, she had never thought that an encounter like this would take so much surprise that she couldn't move.
"I'll release you slowly," he told her, his arms softening around her. Her arms moved freely in the open space. She just spread them over his chest as the movement was allowed. As he moved back, she felt a tug on her side. Her body moved to his as he moved one step from her.
"I think something's caught," she told him, her voice coming back to her.
"Must be something loose in the armor," he said to her as he tried to find the place in which they were together. On his side, he saw that a part of his armor material had gone out and had caught a part of Bra's dress. He noticed that it was the same one that she had just hours ago. It had gone up some, as he noticed that the line was up toward more than her mid tights.
Trying to see what was going in there, Bra drew her eyes to where she was caught. Her hands fiddled to it as she tried to get it to let go. It seemed to be in deeper than she had thought. She tugged at the material forcefully as she tried to see what else could be done when she had caught Goten off guard. He stumbled forward to her as his weight outmatched hers. Giving a shriek of surprise, both stumbled to the floor.
Goten landed above her. His arms out before he could actually fall on top of her on each side of her head. One of his feet had gotten tangled up with hers and was now in the middle of both of hers. Her face had landed beside his, almost cheek to cheek. She groaned as the hit on her head registered in her nerves, shooting pain over her cranium.
With half opened eyes, she noticed the position in which they were in. What else was new? She had almost fallen on him and it seemed that she had thrown him on top of her. What else was new? She asked herself again.
"We're still stuck," Goten informed as he had tried to move up but the force of the dress kept him down, entangled with the flustered princess.
"I swear that if someone passes on this hallways I'm going to die," she told him as she groaned. Goten laughed at her expression. He was amused at her out burst.
"I believe it," he murmured in a soft tone. He couldn't help it. At his comment, Bra turned to him again, a smile was breaking on her face.
"You're amused," she said to him, her eyes sparkling with laughter with what had happened to them.
"Who wouldn't be?" He responded, he set his weight to one side supported by his elbow, his other hand still on the other side of the princess.
"Let's shift positions," she told him moving to her side. She saw the look of surprise in his face to her forwardness. "When I'm on top, we can try to get up without doubling on each other."
Goten agreed and there went the process of getting her on top and him on the bottom. Unknown to her, Goten felt each part of Bra's body as she moved from side to side. He was well aware of her as she finally settled on top. His breathing was shallow as one of his hands brushed against her breast unconsciously as he was moving it to his side. She seemed to continued without acknowledge of the contact.
Bra gasped but quickly swallowed it as she felt the slight contact with his hand. She knew that it had been an accident but she still felt a flutter down and within her. She felt him rigid as he set his hand beside him. "You can try to get up now."
Slowly, both started to get up in a sitting position. Encircling her waist again, Goten supported her frame with his and levitated slightly off the ground to straighten out. He set foot against the floor and started to get up. Bra followed suit. Struggles and touches made it possible to stand up as they stood in their original position from before.
Goten found the urge to kiss her now. Her cheeks were pink over the assaulting of the work they did with careful ways and her bitten lip. She appeared helpless right there, making the perfect picture of a goddess in need. Straightening his hold, he pulled her forward and let nose brush with hers for a second. He stayed with their noses in touch as her eyes came to his, and he saw the same question he had asked himself.
He also saw the hesitation. Right there, he knew that she hadn't any contact with any other person that way, specially the opposite sex. This appealed to him even more. He brushed his lips to hers to see if she would try to pull away. She didn't.
Taking the reins, he let the contact with her lips come again. This time, he nibbled, playing with her lower lip. Closing her eyes, Bra uttered a gasp at the touch and feel of his teeth and her lips. The small parting of her lips, gave Goten the entrance to the fruit that was held deep inside. The soft caressing touch she felt within her made her melt in his arms. Hers flung to his neck, as her legs faulted and strength started to leave her body.
Savoring the touch of him, she imitated his processions. A battle ensued in between them as their tongues meet. Her heart fluttered as the intensity intensified. A rage of emotions came surging through her. Just a moment later, she stood there, in Goten's arms, breathless. Her eyes opened slowly to find his staring right at her. His gaze was clouded. Stepping back, she found that their movements had set her free from his armor. She stumbled back lazily as she saw that his eyes never left hers.
"I have to go," she muttered as she turned around in a flash and ran toward her room.
Goten continued to stand there for a moment, staring after the princess which had ran out just seconds before. He was troubled. She had been so sweet to him. His hand went to his lip as he traced the outline of hers with his mind. After just a taste, as he had intended it, he had wanted more. Addictive, that's what it was.
Addictive.
***
Pan smiled as she found the room. It had taken her some time but she had finally made her way to it. She had to ask more than two guards to make sure that she was on the right place. You could easily get lost in the palace if you didn't know where anything was situated. All she knew now was that these training grounds were at the North West part of the palace. It had been added but, was not really a part of the palace in the whole.
She entered, finding that there seemed to be many saiyans training with weapons that resembled swords and poles. It seemed that this ones didn't rely on force alone to fight. She got looks from other people that passed but she found that they were more interested in their own training than to bother with her.
She went to a place in the wall in which most of the swords were placed. She looked from one to the other, measuring the weight and the sharpness in the tips. She examined them all until she decided on one that had a resemblance to the one that her grandmother had given her on Earth. Chichi had taught her how to use the sword. She said that strength alone didn't make the warrior and that was a really true statement.
Moving backwards, she flung the sword from one side to the other. A small wind picked up, the sound vibrating. Closing her mind to everything around her, Pan started to practice the element steps that she had learned in childhood. Getting familiar to the sword, she picked up speed and familiarity, increasing the steps one by one. As she let this indulge her, she closed her eyes.
The training people, watched as she struck at the invisible enemy in front of her. Her moves, moving to and fro in a form of majesty and grace.
Trunks passed the training rooms as he was making his way out of the castle to the back woods when he heard all the commotion from the last room. He stuck his head in, finding that none of the saiyans were training, but looking at someone in particular.
His trained eyes picked it up easily. Someone was training one of the swords that were kept in store. Wondering, not knowing who was there, he approached it slowly. It was a woman, as he could see, with her eyes closed. She was picking up the energy of everything around her, her mind trenched in a specific pose.
Going around her, trying not to dissent her of her training, he went to the wall and picked a sword similar to the one that she was practicing with. Testing, he approached her, sword ready to strike.
He swung down, finding that steel contracted with steel. She had defected it with her own. Wanting to see more of it, he stroke three more times. Each one stricken back with the same force. As they stayed motionless in their places, swords raced, Trunks saw that the person before him had a bandana on their head.
Pan's eyes opened and she groaned. It had to be him, right? "How are you your highness?"
Her eyes produced the picture of the person, but it didn't match with the person in front of him. She was so different. The appeal soared up as he smirked at her tone. It was daring. "Great." He looked at her poise, ready to strike any opponents, sure of herself.
"Want to try again?" She asked him.
"Why not?" He responded, raising his sword to him. She drew it back too. "I've always wanted to try my level with a saiyan woman."
"You might find that this woman is very hard to beat." She threw back at him.
He saw the challenge in her eyes. This was going to be really amusing to him. "I hope so."
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Well, what did you all think? I can't take it, I want to know. This is by most the largest chapter yet. I had never expected it to be this long when I set out for it.
You liked the G/B? There's still more to come.
What's to happen next? An official dinner has been set for the return of Trunks and Goten and the formal mention of the arranged marriage is to be made? What will Bra and Goten do when they find their selves face to face after the little kiss scenario?
It may take a long time to get it out... so I'm just warning you all... brain freezing... school killing me... that summarizes it all.
Bye,
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. There will be some Pan and Trunks (r) as well. I hope you like it.
Thanks to all that have been reading this, and the reviews as well. Continue on...
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Arranged Love
Chapter 6 : Pep Talks and Encounters
Bra pierced her look on her brother. She hadn't seen him for so much time, a whole year without having the refuge of his arms. She had missed him, and longed for him to return. One of the effects of not being an only child was all that took for her to bring her problems and thoughts to her big brother.
He seemed to have changed unknowingly. She couldn't say much of his appearance, on the outside, but she could see that he had seemed to have grown more. She scolded herself as she reminded herself that he had become a year older, just like her.
Trunks groaned as he finally felt the growing tension in his muscles from the cramp in the pod. He would never get used to it. It had been years and years and it still hurt in the same spots.
Although he tried to seem unsuspicious, he had felt the wondering gaze of his sister. Bra seemed to be making a serious study of him. It bothered him still. She had never been one to study him with precise eyes. It seemed as if her mind was concentrating on something trying to get everything out of it. Trouble was what came to mind.
After he closed the door to one of his rooms, he swiftly took off the armor that was scrapped on his body. The dark blue body suit, remained. He caught her eyes, making her blush as she found that he had seen her observation. She knew that he was one of those people that hated that kind of approach.
"You'll tell me what's wrong to study me like this?" He asked her as he walked toward one of the closets of the room and took out a full body towel. It was time to take a hot bath. The remedy to his problem with the muscles.
Bra lowered her eyes, she felt ashamed by the tone that he had used on her. It was of authority but still, affectionate. He had never said something like that before. He wasn't one to express himself like that. Not in an affectionate tone anyway.
"You've changed," she put bluntly.
Trunks rolled his eyes as she stated an obvious reaction. He had known what her glances were for. She had always been close to him although he had never said anything back. It had been a ritual for them. She ran to him when something was wrong and he let her use him for getting all her troubles out although he never helped her out physically.
Something inside reflected it. Caring hadn't seen too much as he tried to shape himself into the prince of the planet. "I think that's obvious." He answered her.
Trunks walked from his place to the enormous bathroom. Set the tub in motion and started to fill it with water. Bra had been left behind in the bedroom, as she had been sitting in the bed. It wasn't good to bother with it thought, she reflected to herself. He had never been good at communicating with her in any way. Mother yes, Bra was just a brat that worshipped the ground he walked upon.
"How you been the last year?" The question arose from the open door of the bathroom. She heard some water splashing as she knew that he was entering the tub to ease his sore muscles.
"Out and about," she answered cautiously. She wanted to know how it had been for him.
"Any projects that I should know about," he asked her as he submerged his hair from the warmth of the water. He hadn't had a good bath since he and Goten had left the Centol planet. There they had been treated as the royalty they were. Not to count to the really good ceremony and time that he had in there.
He smirked as he remembered how Goten had tried to avoid been included in the festivities. It wasn't as much that he didn't like where he was, but it seemed that since Goten had received the talk of his marrying the princess, he had withdrawn himself somewhat of the playing around.
Now, as he thought about it, he saw that it felt better that he had acted this way. He had respected the woman that he was arranged to. That was something that he had appreciated to himself to know that Goten respected his alliance with the throne.
"What are you thinking about?" Bra asked him as she set herself sitting a top of the closed toilet. She had made sure that he had been bathing in deep bubbles before she entered.
Trunks sputtered as his eyes opened in surprise. He almost shot up to reprimand Bra of her forwardness but reminded himself that he was safe as long as the bubbles stayed afloat and down, covered.
"You shouldn't enter," he still told her.
"It doesn't matter," she told him smiling at his face.
"It matters to me," he growled.
"Don't tell me that brother has actually got some sensitive side to how he is seen." She kidded. "A year before and if I had walked in, you wouldn't have cared."
"Don't talk like that Bra."
"I'm kidding brother," she told him as she smiled and grimaced. "Ever since that incident when I walked in two years ago, I remember to always look before I enter a private quarter."
She saw him cross his arms as she saw that he remembered as well. She had been 16 at the time, and she had been told all that she needed to know from Agatha which never took any secrets from her. She had been so embarrassed as she had walked in toward the room of her brother to tell him of the change of plans and found him with one of the saiyan women that were stationed to go out to other planets.
Walking in toward the bathroom and finding them in that position had been something that she had never forgotten. She had been mortified, but now as she thought about it, she only laughed at her uncertainty.
"I think you're still the same," she remarked gaining his gaze. "You're still after the pretty saiyan that you see before you."
He was silent for some time. Bra took this as a notice that he didn't want to expand in the subject.
"I saw the way that you looked at her," she told him square on. It was better to get his out now to know what he was planning.
"I wouldn't have noticed," he said gaily at her. "With the way you and Goten were enticed with each other. I wouldn't have known that you would have left his gaze."
"It's the first time I saw him," she defended herself.
"Right," he resorted to her. He had the look of knowledge.
"I don't want you to get any ideas brother," Bra placed her hand in his cheek. She scrubbed at a black spot which soon cleared out. "I know you too well to not know when you're interested in someone."
"Is this any business of yours?" He tried to maintain his patience. It was bad enough that she was the one reprimanding him about it.
"It is when I know what you're capable of to get someone in bed," she put it in simple terms.
"I don't think this involves you," he told her curtly.
"I don't want you to get any ideas, neither," she stood up beside the mirror to examine her face. "She's stronger than she looks too."
"What was that business right when we arrived?" Trunks wanted to know what had been going on.
"Pan had to destroy the capsule in which she came in here. There was a bomb planted there by the pirates that attacked her on her way here."
"I wouldn't have thought it."
"I also think that she did that right there to point out that she knew what you were going at with your look. She's not someone to be trifled with."
"Don't keep on telling me things like that."
"Isn't it about time that you started to look around for someone to mate to," she told him instead. "You'll soon be 24."
"I don't have to get married or mated until I'm well on 30."
"Sometimes is not better to wait," she whispered to him. He felt the pang of hold as she said that. She had her own troubles to think of.
"You're not okay with this whole marriage in a year are you?"
"Would you?" She asked him. She turned around to face him. She had asked from within and hoped that he would answer her truthfully.
"I don't think so," he told her. "But you don't have a choice in the matter."
"It's not much of how I have to get married but, I barely know him," she sank down on her seat again. Her hands were on her temple.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about though," he told her. Reaching for his towel on his side, he started to rise quickly covering himself. He spread the towel around his waist and set it there. The water had become cold for the whole time that they had been there. Time seemed to soar by to him.
"He's a really good person," he said to her. He moved closer to where she was and got her up from her seat. He wrapped a wet arm around her waist and held her for a moment. "You should give him a chance before you make up your mind."
"It's still unsettling," she murmured as he led her out of the bathroom and to the door. He opened it and led her out.
He turned, about to close it when he heard her talk. "Think about what I told you Trunks." She spun around and walked straight out.
"She might not know it," he whispered, closing the door.
***
Pan smiled at the proximity between both Goten and Badrock. They just stood before one another without saying a word. She was really getting into it. This was a way for them to communicate although she had no idea how it would help this.
"I see that this is a remarkably warm welcome," she said sarcastically to them. She narrowed her eyes as they continued to stay in the same way. They must have stayed in the same position for over an hour. She groaned inwardly as she stood it no more.
Sitting as they were in one of the formal rooms of the palace, with some tea in the table. It had been a long time and silence had reign for too much time.
"I think it's time for him to get some rest," waiting for no replies, she took Goten by the arm and threw him out of the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure that I don't die of silence in that room," she replied. She led him by the arms through the hallways trying to remember which ones she needed to take to get to her room.
"I couldn't help but notice your attire niece," Goten remarked as a spark started to blew in the air.
She growled lowly. This whole dressing idea was getting on her last strand of hair. "Like I had a choice."
"You can't tell me that someone tied you to a chair."
"Almost literally," she told him taking a sharp left, passing one of the Gravity Machines of the training area.
"Don't tell me that you just stood there," Goten laughed at the look on her face. "I have never seen you dressed in a dress like these." He got a thinking expression on as he pondered. "I think I've never seen you on a dress period."
"Your fiancée kidnapped me on her room with Ban and decided that it was time to play dress up."
Goten froze in his place as her name had been mentioned. The look in her eyes were pressed back in his memory. He recalled the dress that she had been wearing. The dress that she had on had been like those that were distributed on Earth.
"You gave her that dress," he turned to Pan who continued to walk grumbling.
"Mom and Marron decided to pack all of the clothes that I would never wear," she paused for a second. "Mainly Marron, I think mom only paid for them."
"By the looks of this piece of clothing," Goten pointed to the one that she had on. "I think that all of your wardrobe is going to get you a lot of attention."
"What could have they been thinking of?" Pan asked out loud to no one in particular.
"I wouldn't know," Goten shrugged his shoulders. Pan entered the code to her room and waited for the door to open. "Although I'm sure that Trunks loved it."
"Tell me about it," she stalked into the room. Looking through the drawers, she found another pair of pants and the necessary needs to change her appearance. She managed to get all she needed and stepped into the bathroom for a second as she left Goten simply standing in the middle of the room.
He approached one of the mirrors of the room to look at himself for a moment. The same face he had seen a year ago in the same palace greeted back at him. Same hair, same eyes, same heart... different thoughts. Instead of worrying over the year of being alone with Prince Trunks, he was now deep in thoughts of the princess that he had to marry in less than a year now.
His hand went to his jaw, tracing the line thinking. He focused on his eyes. The contours of black continued to stare at their own movement. Something in them had changed. Chance of comprehending what it was that he didn't recognize were gone. He didn't know what to say to it.
"Why are you staring at yourself?" The voice came from behind as Pan emerged from behind him. She had on her training clothes. Her orange bandana in it's usual style on her hair which she had managed to get down. Some strands, still curled fell out of the bandana's grasp and continued to frame the side of her face which were questioning.
"Just thinking of all that I've seen this past year," he said to her. He knew that she would never know what he was asking of himself.
"Ok," Pan sat on her bed as she continued to watch him closely as Goten stood blandly in his place.
"You've grown," Goten tried to bring some stops to her close watch on him. The silence here was really deafening to him.
"So have you," she said back, not helping in trying to carry out the conversation.
"Any questions or thoughts?"
"What are you going to do now?" She asked him, her head moved from one side to the other. She was still examining him closely.
"I don't know if I have to go somewhere else," he replied. "If not, I'll remain where I am. I'd have to be back for the wedding anyway."
Pan's eyes brightened. "Who would have ever thought that?"
"Thought what?"
"That you would be marrying the princess. I only found out yesterday."
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think that she's a really good person."
"With transformation and all?" He kidded her.
"We get along fine as I see it," Pan threw herself backwards to the bed. Her head settling in it's place.
"I saw that," he was happy that she found someone she could get along with in here.
"I'm the one that should be asking you this question Goten," her figure straightened as she sat up again. "What do you feel of the whole thing?"
"I don't really know," he responded. "It feels different, weird. It's already been decided what I would do with my life and in a way," he wondered. " I don't know why but I feel some comfort in it."
"Do you want to marry her?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "How would you know if you really wanted to spend the rest of your life with a person that you have only seen once."
"Never had the feeling," Pan agreed with that. "But," she hesitated. "What I'm asking is if you will be willing to give this thing a chance?"
"I don't have a choice, remember?" He smiled at her.
"I'm phrasing it wrong," Pan scolded herself.
"I wouldn't know how to answer Pan," Goten moved beside her and gave her one of his brotherly hugs that she had always found refuge in. "She impressed me though."
"I saw it," she murmured as she responded to the hug for a moment. He started to draw back. "She's impressed too."
"How can you tell?" He asked suspiciously.
"I saw the same look on your face," Pan rolled her eyes at him. "I think that if you two really get to know each other, then this will all work out."
"Well," Goten started to move toward the door to go into his room. HE had one since the last time that he had been in the palace. "We'll have a long time to get acquainted if you mean that."
Pan only watched as he moved wearily out of the room. She pondered as she studied the tone in his voice when he had talked to her. He had been tired. The pressure of the trip must have really caught up with him. She didn't like to see him like that. It seemed as if the sparkle that he always had, had diminished just a little as he walked out. He was preoccupied about something. She would try to help, but she knew that he wasn't one to let her interfere with whichever thoughts were running in his heads.
Shaking her thoughts away from the troubles that seemed to have just disappeared from the room, she recalled that she had intended to train to pent up any discussions in her head of what she was feeling in here. She couldn't use the Gravity Machine though, she needed to rest her mind so that she could think clearly.
Trying to remember where Badrock had told her that the other training grounds where, she emerged from her room. Wrong turns where things that she knew would slow her the most.
***
The hallways seemed empty as Bra walked from the passage that went through an in-door garden. She has stayed in there for some moments, lingering. She tried to understand what was programmed for tomorrow and the rest of her life. Even though she knew that she had to take it and do as the King commanded, she knew that it wasn't fair. First thing that she was going to ask Trunks to do when he claimed the throne was that he would change that law or custom.
Enthralled in her thoughts, she left the room and entered on the hallway back to her rooms. She might stop in to see if Pan was in so that they could practice some of their moves on each other. There had to be a way to relax herself.
The voice of Trunks was what kept her in turmoil though. This position in which she was in too. Who would have ever thought that Trunks would give a look over at Pan. She knew of her brother's antics and she wasn't one that could let it all go like it had always been. But then, maybe she was wrong. There's always the possibility of her being wrong.
Her thoughts did a 180 when they presented their selves on Goten. Goten, she thought to herself. The name now sounded better as she could remember him clearly from hours before. The way his eyes showed everything that he was seeing in them... that she remembered well. He wasn't one to impersonate or lie. She saw that from the start. If there had been something called an eye attraction from the first time, she could say that it had been her.
She was attracted to him. She also remembered his greeting. The sultry tone which enounced different meanings into them. He had kissed her hand in admiration and also magnetism. His was the frame of a perfect man... who she had to get to know.
Mechanically, she turned on the hallways, as she had the way memorized. Her turn and oblivious existence made her blind to the figure that was right there walking to her. In that case, he had seen her coming, but too late.
She collided with him with such force that she fell back from the pressure. Goten's reflexes shot out as he saw the figure fall backwards. Both arms came around her to support her frame from falling down to the floor. By the balance, her body shock with his arms and she was moved forwards toward him. Her face fell hard into his chest.
A minute passed as Bra tried to remember what had happened. The change and fast of the happenings had left her dizzy and disconcerted. A voice came through her mind. "Are you okay?"
The tone, she recognized it. It was him. Her head shot up toward his, her figure straightened and her full height reached up. Now, she was in eye to eye almost with him. "You okay?" He asked again, his arms still tightened around her waist.
"I think so," she whispered to him as she found that her figure was captured on his grip. Her hands were caught in between herself and his hard figure.
"You sure?" He asked again, concerned that she was still shock up.
She nodded, her voice caught up somewhere within her vocal cords. From her widened look, she started to breath normally. Calming down, she had never thought that an encounter like this would take so much surprise that she couldn't move.
"I'll release you slowly," he told her, his arms softening around her. Her arms moved freely in the open space. She just spread them over his chest as the movement was allowed. As he moved back, she felt a tug on her side. Her body moved to his as he moved one step from her.
"I think something's caught," she told him, her voice coming back to her.
"Must be something loose in the armor," he said to her as he tried to find the place in which they were together. On his side, he saw that a part of his armor material had gone out and had caught a part of Bra's dress. He noticed that it was the same one that she had just hours ago. It had gone up some, as he noticed that the line was up toward more than her mid tights.
Trying to see what was going in there, Bra drew her eyes to where she was caught. Her hands fiddled to it as she tried to get it to let go. It seemed to be in deeper than she had thought. She tugged at the material forcefully as she tried to see what else could be done when she had caught Goten off guard. He stumbled forward to her as his weight outmatched hers. Giving a shriek of surprise, both stumbled to the floor.
Goten landed above her. His arms out before he could actually fall on top of her on each side of her head. One of his feet had gotten tangled up with hers and was now in the middle of both of hers. Her face had landed beside his, almost cheek to cheek. She groaned as the hit on her head registered in her nerves, shooting pain over her cranium.
With half opened eyes, she noticed the position in which they were in. What else was new? She had almost fallen on him and it seemed that she had thrown him on top of her. What else was new? She asked herself again.
"We're still stuck," Goten informed as he had tried to move up but the force of the dress kept him down, entangled with the flustered princess.
"I swear that if someone passes on this hallways I'm going to die," she told him as she groaned. Goten laughed at her expression. He was amused at her out burst.
"I believe it," he murmured in a soft tone. He couldn't help it. At his comment, Bra turned to him again, a smile was breaking on her face.
"You're amused," she said to him, her eyes sparkling with laughter with what had happened to them.
"Who wouldn't be?" He responded, he set his weight to one side supported by his elbow, his other hand still on the other side of the princess.
"Let's shift positions," she told him moving to her side. She saw the look of surprise in his face to her forwardness. "When I'm on top, we can try to get up without doubling on each other."
Goten agreed and there went the process of getting her on top and him on the bottom. Unknown to her, Goten felt each part of Bra's body as she moved from side to side. He was well aware of her as she finally settled on top. His breathing was shallow as one of his hands brushed against her breast unconsciously as he was moving it to his side. She seemed to continued without acknowledge of the contact.
Bra gasped but quickly swallowed it as she felt the slight contact with his hand. She knew that it had been an accident but she still felt a flutter down and within her. She felt him rigid as he set his hand beside him. "You can try to get up now."
Slowly, both started to get up in a sitting position. Encircling her waist again, Goten supported her frame with his and levitated slightly off the ground to straighten out. He set foot against the floor and started to get up. Bra followed suit. Struggles and touches made it possible to stand up as they stood in their original position from before.
Goten found the urge to kiss her now. Her cheeks were pink over the assaulting of the work they did with careful ways and her bitten lip. She appeared helpless right there, making the perfect picture of a goddess in need. Straightening his hold, he pulled her forward and let nose brush with hers for a second. He stayed with their noses in touch as her eyes came to his, and he saw the same question he had asked himself.
He also saw the hesitation. Right there, he knew that she hadn't any contact with any other person that way, specially the opposite sex. This appealed to him even more. He brushed his lips to hers to see if she would try to pull away. She didn't.
Taking the reins, he let the contact with her lips come again. This time, he nibbled, playing with her lower lip. Closing her eyes, Bra uttered a gasp at the touch and feel of his teeth and her lips. The small parting of her lips, gave Goten the entrance to the fruit that was held deep inside. The soft caressing touch she felt within her made her melt in his arms. Hers flung to his neck, as her legs faulted and strength started to leave her body.
Savoring the touch of him, she imitated his processions. A battle ensued in between them as their tongues meet. Her heart fluttered as the intensity intensified. A rage of emotions came surging through her. Just a moment later, she stood there, in Goten's arms, breathless. Her eyes opened slowly to find his staring right at her. His gaze was clouded. Stepping back, she found that their movements had set her free from his armor. She stumbled back lazily as she saw that his eyes never left hers.
"I have to go," she muttered as she turned around in a flash and ran toward her room.
Goten continued to stand there for a moment, staring after the princess which had ran out just seconds before. He was troubled. She had been so sweet to him. His hand went to his lip as he traced the outline of hers with his mind. After just a taste, as he had intended it, he had wanted more. Addictive, that's what it was.
Addictive.
***
Pan smiled as she found the room. It had taken her some time but she had finally made her way to it. She had to ask more than two guards to make sure that she was on the right place. You could easily get lost in the palace if you didn't know where anything was situated. All she knew now was that these training grounds were at the North West part of the palace. It had been added but, was not really a part of the palace in the whole.
She entered, finding that there seemed to be many saiyans training with weapons that resembled swords and poles. It seemed that this ones didn't rely on force alone to fight. She got looks from other people that passed but she found that they were more interested in their own training than to bother with her.
She went to a place in the wall in which most of the swords were placed. She looked from one to the other, measuring the weight and the sharpness in the tips. She examined them all until she decided on one that had a resemblance to the one that her grandmother had given her on Earth. Chichi had taught her how to use the sword. She said that strength alone didn't make the warrior and that was a really true statement.
Moving backwards, she flung the sword from one side to the other. A small wind picked up, the sound vibrating. Closing her mind to everything around her, Pan started to practice the element steps that she had learned in childhood. Getting familiar to the sword, she picked up speed and familiarity, increasing the steps one by one. As she let this indulge her, she closed her eyes.
The training people, watched as she struck at the invisible enemy in front of her. Her moves, moving to and fro in a form of majesty and grace.
Trunks passed the training rooms as he was making his way out of the castle to the back woods when he heard all the commotion from the last room. He stuck his head in, finding that none of the saiyans were training, but looking at someone in particular.
His trained eyes picked it up easily. Someone was training one of the swords that were kept in store. Wondering, not knowing who was there, he approached it slowly. It was a woman, as he could see, with her eyes closed. She was picking up the energy of everything around her, her mind trenched in a specific pose.
Going around her, trying not to dissent her of her training, he went to the wall and picked a sword similar to the one that she was practicing with. Testing, he approached her, sword ready to strike.
He swung down, finding that steel contracted with steel. She had defected it with her own. Wanting to see more of it, he stroke three more times. Each one stricken back with the same force. As they stayed motionless in their places, swords raced, Trunks saw that the person before him had a bandana on their head.
Pan's eyes opened and she groaned. It had to be him, right? "How are you your highness?"
Her eyes produced the picture of the person, but it didn't match with the person in front of him. She was so different. The appeal soared up as he smirked at her tone. It was daring. "Great." He looked at her poise, ready to strike any opponents, sure of herself.
"Want to try again?" She asked him.
"Why not?" He responded, raising his sword to him. She drew it back too. "I've always wanted to try my level with a saiyan woman."
"You might find that this woman is very hard to beat." She threw back at him.
He saw the challenge in her eyes. This was going to be really amusing to him. "I hope so."
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Well, what did you all think? I can't take it, I want to know. This is by most the largest chapter yet. I had never expected it to be this long when I set out for it.
You liked the G/B? There's still more to come.
What's to happen next? An official dinner has been set for the return of Trunks and Goten and the formal mention of the arranged marriage is to be made? What will Bra and Goten do when they find their selves face to face after the little kiss scenario?
It may take a long time to get it out... so I'm just warning you all... brain freezing... school killing me... that summarizes it all.
Bye,
Moon Star