Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Seduce Me ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 324 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 324 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
Thanks to all that read the last chapter. Thanks for your reviews...
This is a Goten and Bra story... with Pan and Trunks in it. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Arranged Love
Chapter 10 : Seduce Me
Spending the night thinking about a guy that she barely knew was not none of Pan's usual nights. She barely knew anything about him, and here she was, letting the seconds tick away with him on her mind. Well, she did know that he kissed marvelously. But other than that, nothing.
She had never believed that attraction could be this strong. This, was the right word. It had never happened to her before. It wasn't as if she had never been attracted to a guy, but she had never felt so drawn to smile to someone before, or to see, and need to feel someone.
Her eyes drifted to the electrical clock beside the bed. Releasing a sigh on surrender, she threw off the covers and changed from her long shirt to her comfortable pants and t-shirt. She had to do something. Sleep was not going to come to her unless she was exhausted and her thoughts didn't dominate her.
As she walked through the halls, she passed the main Gravity room. She tried to open the door, but a time lock had been set. From her place, she heard the grunts and flashes of the fight inside. It felt like her inner turmoil. Strong, fast, decisive once, disturbed the next.
This wasn't the time to train, she realized. What she needed was peace and quiet with nature. The silent trees, the river's murmur, the tranquility. That's what she wanted and needed. As she came out of the royal castle/palace, she remembered the groove of trees she and Trunks had passed early this morning. On heir way back, she had wandered down to it, Trunks simply following. There she had kissed him deeply. She had never been that impulsive before, but now, she didn't know what to think. All she knew is that she wanted, no needed to see it again. She needed to feel it again.
Determined on her quest, she flew off into the clear dark sky, not noticing the two people who observed her make her departure. The two pair of eyes watched her as she diminished from the sky completely.
"Do you think she's going there?" Bulma asked the concentrated Agatha.
"She is," Agatha followed closely Pan's energy. She read into the signal it left for a moment on the undisturbed sky. It spoke of confusion and some part was determination. Poor fille, she needed to clear her mind but, Agatha almost grimaced at Pan's coming reaction, she wasn't any today.
"Is she going to be the one to change it?" Bulma knew the answer, but she needed confirmation.
"She is," Agatha answered, her eyes wavering a bit. "But it will be difficult."
* * *
Knowing it was a different part of the game, Bra noticed. Goten had won 6 of the 10 bouts they had fought, and had claimed 2 of all. Knowing what he was planning to do was part of the mystery and the excitement.
"This one's yours," Goten told her as they dropped from their training. "You got in my defenses." He showed the burnt mark on his shoulder.
"You don't look good," Bra said concerned. She examined the curs and burns with her eyes and grimaced. She probably had the same marks on her as well.
"I should probably take another shower." Goten moved to her and pressed his hand on her right arm and saw her eyes flash momentarily with pain. She was hurting as much as he was. At least the time had passed and each interlude had been worth it.
Bra saw his expressing and groaned. "You don't have to grin that much. I was there remember?" She almost growled.
How could he forget that. Every time she was in his arms, he felt right and complete. He knew that he would spend his life with her and be extremely happy.
Her eyes expressed the same thing. She knew it, she felt it, and a part of her wanted it with all her might. Experiencing something like this would be worth to lower all her defenses, but still. He saw the denial and restrain. The circumstances when they meet hadn't been the greatest ones and he knew her restrain was because of that factor.
Defiance was the principal motive, but he would change that. Love was a stronger motive to himself, and he knew to her too. Especially his own motive of making her happy. On only knowing her for a few days and small conversation, he knew what he wanted. Both for him, and for her. He had never believed on love at first sight, but now, he knew.
"I want that too," words hadn't been uttered to express what was reflected in his eyes, but she knew it. She knew exactly how he felt about it. She too knew it.
"I feel as if I know all of you," Goten's eyes misted, his hand reached and stroked her hair.
"We are part of each other," Bra muttered, her eyes lowering.
Goten had no clue to what she was talking about. "What are you saying?"
Bra was surprised. She would have thought that his parents would have told him about the saiyans ability to mate for life. She didn't know what to say. How would he take it? What would he think? Once it was done, it could never be reversed. It only happened with true mates of life. But, how would he take it?
"Why do you feel scared again?" His body quivered with shivers that raked through his body to his soul. "Why are you afraid of me?" His hands came to his head, he held it forcefully, his eyes closed. The pain and throbbing were about to make him pass out.
"I... I don't really," she stammered badly. Taking a step back, she noticed the faraway look on his eyes. His body sagged, an excruciating pain moved through his lobes and he collapsed to the floor.
Bra ran to his side immediately. She had never seen someone look so pale. The bond had been stronger than what she had thought. Pillars of sweat covered his face as Bra turned him up. She had never been so scared in her life before.
"Bra," his voice quivered slightly, but it was strong enough to gain her attention. She opened her eyes and focused it on his face. He seemed to be exercising a great effort to keep his eyes opened.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing she blurted out. She didn't know what else to say damn it. She was feeling sorry and it didn't help the way that he was looking at her as if she was the moon and the stars.
"It's not your fault," Goten struggled to get up. Bra hurriedly helped him, seeing how weak his state was. "I need my pills."
"What?" Bra remained burrowed on her spot as Goten glided from that side of the Gravity machine to the station. His bottle was in one of the drawers. She heard the shuffling around from inside and the gratifying grunt of Goten as he slipped one of the miracle pills on his system. Bra was confused, but she needed answers.
She marched right up to the place, but waited until he opened his eyes. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, but it was dissipating. The hard lines around his eyes and face were disappearing.
"What do you need pills for?" She asked him as soon as he plopped himself into his seat.
"I contracted the Robonial virus on one of the planets we visited," Goten answered. He didn't need to cover for anything like that, his illness was almost over. It only lasted from about 5 weeks to 9 weeks. This was his 9th week. It was almost over.
"But," Bra reached for his forehead and noted the sweat continued to pour out of his temples. He was glowing with the fever of the virus which attacked every 3 weeks. "We saiyans are immune to it."
"Not really," Goten knew he had to explain. "You saiyans who live in Planet Vegetasei don't contract it because of a solution that you have in your atmosphere. It enables you to catch the virus and suffer through it."
"But you were born on Earth," Bra realized. Unless he had the immunization made for it he would contract it if he ever became close to it.
"Exactly," his discomfort was diminishing. "Your brother gave me the immunization but I still have to suffer through the trials until the virus burns itself out."
"No wonder you seem so wore out," Bra traced the grim lines that remained on his face. A shiver raced through him and she knew it had nothing to do with her touch.
Although her touch was having an effect on him, his mind turned to the words she blurted out when he had come out of his faint. She was keeping something back. He could feel it. She was hiding something from him, although not really intentionally. He knew that. Scratch that, he felt it.
Retaining all of the strength that he could muster, Goten strapped his hand to hers, making her stay in place. Even though he may be sick, he still possessed his strength. Where to focus it was the only problem in this.
"Why did you say that you were sorry?" His voice was forceful. He had never fainted before the attack of the fever stuck. This seemed too dramatic to not be connected with what she said. He saw the hesitation in her eyes. "Why?"
Bra looked into his eyes and saw his turmoil. It hadn't been the fever's fault that he had collapsed and he realized that. He was just looking for the answer to the unknown and she had to give it to him.
Goten's grip on her relaxed momentarily. Instead of letting go entirely though, he pulled her to him. She stumbled upwards, falling right into his lap. He secured his arms around her waist as he accommodated her to stay on his lap. His head settled on the crook of her neck, his hot face slightly burrowed into her. His eyes were closed and she saw the flexing of his arms muscles. He was in pain.
Knowing of the symptoms of the Robonial virus herself, she knew that the last time the virus attacked and reacted created a headache as the body white cells with the pills continued it's final attack with it.
He shivered as if cold. His lips trembled. She knew that even though he was actually burning, he felt cold as if a cold breeze was coursing through his naked body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and settled his head on her neck. His shivers worked up for moments. They transmitted themselves from his body to hers.
"Bra," his voice came from bellow. His eyes were still closed, and his body still searched to keep her warmth but his mind was still working. "Why did you say that?"
He wasn't going to give up on the question unless she answered. She knew she wouldn't be able to lie. He would be able to tell when she was lying. Oh well, there goes that freedom.
"We're bonding," she stated it as if it was nothing but a mere fact of life. Which it was, to a saiyan's life.
"Is that all?" He asked in his daze. She knew that he would start his delirium soon after. Nothing was going to make sense to him.
"Yes it is," Bra accepted the fact. She might as well do it. But, even though there was a doubt, a part of her wanted it. She wanted to bond with him. The emotion was there, the signs were clear. She was in love. And, if he was bonding with her, then that meant that he felt strongly for her too.
They had only known each other for a week and some days. The bond was getting stronger.
"We're bonding," she said again to reassure him. It looked like the delirium was already working it's process.
"Well, good," he simply muttered. His eyes were opened but she saw the cloud of mist that were formed. He had no idea to what he was doing... delirious was the state that he would not escape his normal urges to the truth. All walls were tore down by it, he had no control whatsoever. "You're an angel Bra."
"Thanks," she accepted the compliment, knowing that he had no idea to what he was saying.
His lips sought hers. His need to taste her was great. Bra gladly opened, she wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to know that she was here no matter what. The explosion of emotions was too great to conceal as Goten slipped Bra closer to his body. His hands caressed the back of her neck, angling her head for a better exploration.
His administrations were tearing her own walls. Giving all to him was natural. Drawing her own hands from his neck, she placed them on his sides. Her fingers roamed through the uncovered chest. Her probing not missing any of the muscles that contracted and jumped each time she pressed the tip of her fingers to it. Her caresses were driving him mad.
His own hands moved from behind her hair to her back. He slipped them to her stomach and growled at her impulse to throw her body to touch limb to limb blindly. She was driving him mad.
His hands traced down from her uncovered throat to her breasts and over to the buttons of her shirt. He undid the last button from her shirt, freeing space for his hand to slide through and touch part of her bare stomach.
Her skin was hot to his touch. His mind in shambles, he could only think of having her in his arms like this forever. She was a wanton to him.
In a lucid moment as it seemed to Goten, he realized what road they were pushing. He was in no condition to let his primal side let rule his desire to not just couple with someone, but love them as they deserved it. His hands slid away from her tentative skin and enclosed around her waist.
She felt his withdrawal. Knowing that he was stopping, she too stopped her roaming fingers and kissed him thoroughly one more time.
"You have to stop," his hoarse voice gave away the power she had over him.
"I know," she moved out of his lap and put herself out in a safe distance from him. "I know."
"It won't be for long," he saw the dejected phase she had flashed on for a moment. She felt as something that had been cast aside for some time and it didn't feel good.
Goten's hands ached to touch her again. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her. But, he needed to get this state of delirium out of his system. They simply had to let the fever run his course.
"I can't wait," her statement held a promise that he gladly accepted with consequences and all. She saw the flash of emotion and raw need that passed through.
"If you want to remain safe from me," his voice was as hoarse before. He was returning to his delirium state already. "And I want you safe. Get away."
"I'll always be safe with you. No matter what." Her statement held the truth, although Bra hadn't known from where it had emerged. It's truth though did rang out. She would always be safe with him, no matter the circumstances. Goten swallowed as she took a step forward.
"I want to be in my full mind Bra," his breath hinged forward as he saw the outline of her luscious curbs. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," he would have taken it as an insult if he hadn't seen her concern and care. She would do anything he asked. Well, he had four bouts won, he'll claim them eventually.
He was left alone for four minutes. He took the time to ponder on what could have happened if he had let the scene on. He didn't want to think, his mind was shutting out. He was already seeing abnormal colors on the walls. His eyes felt too hot for him to close. He hated the feeling. It's like a flu that came and went away just a little while later.
As Bra returned, she had with her a syringe. Goten glanced her way and bolted as he saw the needle flash in the light. Although not his usual self, Goten sprang from the seat and ran to the farthest corner from her. Bra just smiled gently and continued to advance toward him slowly.
"What's that for?" Goten swallowed as he saw the liquid go to the point of the needle and squirt out.
"This is for you to sleep while the fever takes it's effect on you." She explained calmly. Since she had entered the room and saw how his eyes widened at the sight of the needle, she knew that he was one of those people who were afraid of needles. She needed to calm him down. "It's for you to rest."
"I wouldn't mind the rest," Goten pointed out to her as he inched to the left and she continued to advance. "It's just that needle is not the way I want rest." Seeing his chance to escape the closed trap, he took in full run out of the confined space of the station and ran out of the door.
"Damn it Goten," Bra swore with all her might. She took off right after him. "It's for your own good."
"Needles scare me," Goten shouted behind him as they rounded the room many times. He was in the lead going in circles while Bra ran right behind him, the needle ready for him.
"Stop acting like a child Goten," the delirium hadn't weakened his resolve at all. Everything was different with him it seemed.
"Just get that thing away from me," he placed himself behind the table. If Bra wanted to give him the injection, she would have to be a really good, powerful, and athletic person. Hell, he realized. She was all of those three. He was doomed.
"You better give up without a fight Goten," the danger was there at the edge of her tone. "You won't like the consequences."
"I'll take the consequences," he quickly responded, not seeing the determined glint in her eyes.
"Alright," Bra placed the syringe on the table and stepped back. Goten simply stood there waiting to see what she was going to do. If he could just reach without her getting there first, he would be able to get rid of the blasted needle.
When he looked up, he saw the seductive glance she threw his way. His body stopped dead. She couldn't be thinking of doing what he was thinking she was doing.
Bra placed her hand playfully on her shirt and undid the first button.
Hell, he swore to himself. His eyes were glued to the picture she made of angel and temptation at once. He was lost and he knew it. She was doing a striptease.
Knowing that his attention was totally focused on her, Bra walked slowly, without a second cause toward him while unbuttoning the rest of her shirt in the process.
Thank the gods for the saiyan primal urge to mate being the first while in this state. Bra mused with the idea. Taking her shirt off, she swung it over her head once, directing the target toward his face. It was hit square on. Goten quickly took it from his eyes and glued his eyes to the angel in front of him.
His responses were something he hadn't counted on. He couldn't move, hardly breathe. His muscles were contracting on their on. He needed her now.
Bra saw his intense gaze and the direction the thoughts were going and knew that she was almost done with this. All she had to do was to get to the table and poke him. He had already lowered the remaining defenses.
She unzipped her pants, slowly... painfully slow for the squirming Goten who could only watch. His hands craved the touch. He needed to touch, to taste, to fill.
In only her panties and bra, Bra moved toward the table and pulled Goten toward her. He didn't even struggled but reached for her with all of his might.
Bra stretched on the table, Goten lay on top of her. She could clearly feel the response his body had to hers and she cherished it. But, she needed to do what she had to. He wasn't himself and he knew it deep inside. He would hate himself for the lapse of judgment of only that time, but she couldn't live with it.
He captured her on a kiss of frenzy and raw need. Knowing what she needed to do now that she had him distracted, she reached for the syringe and punctured his arm. Goten was so intent on his own that he only felt the prick. His head cleared for a moment. He saw the apologetic look she sent him and knew immediately. Taking it's effect immediately, Goten lost his hold on his body and the battle was lost. The sedative worked miraculously as it reached it's place.
She placed Goten by her on the table and rested herself on her arm as she studied him. He really was a wonderful man and person. She would never have done that for anyone else.
Love.
Who knew such a thing could work so fast?
"Um," she watched him thinking. A wicked grin displayed on her features as she traced his jaw with her left index finger. "Now I know why strip teasing is so much fun."
* * *
Pan had never been one to run away from anything, especially anyone but, cowardice has sprouted wings. All she wanted was to flee. He was the reason that she was running away and now, he was there. If only she could command her legs to move away from him.
But no. Instead, her treacherous legs were carrying her off to him. He seemed beckoning, commanding her to come to him. She did as commanded, although she did not know where the command was from or from where she got any strength to fight something like this. She was possessed with a need that she had never had before in her life. It scared her.
She willed herself to stop. Her body agreed with her command, although she could feel the yearning to continue to walk to him. She wanted to walk to his arms but, it wasn't possible.
Pan had never rushed into anything in her life. Life was too short but she wasn't going to make it shorter than it already was.
He hadn't even noticed that she was here. That was for the best. A part of her wanted to scream, hit and make him realize of her presence. She needed his eyes on her, just like they had been on this morning.
It was hopeless, she realized. She had fallen in love with the prince. She might as well resign to her fate on her heart. Now, giving it up to him in reality was another thing entirely. She never gave up without a fight and her heart was one of her most prized possessions. She was not giving it up without a fight.
He was as concentrated as one could be if put in this position. Trunks continued to stay on his concentration, knowing that Pan was only a few feet away. She was there. Although he did not appear it, he had felt her presence from miles away. He had known instantly that she'd be coming this way.
He could have left, but he wanted to see her. Well, not see her but feel her. He continued to pretend, his senses really concentrated on her. He could see her in his mind.
She seemed to be scowling and angry. She seemed ready for a fight. What the hell had he done now?
"Are you going to stand there all night scowling at me princess?" He asked. "Or are you looking for something I can help you with."
Even though he didn't look like it, Pan knew the double incentive that the sentence had. She could read it in his expression, his body, his eyes. Emotions were too deep for her to deny to have seen. All of them had flashed on her mind, she knew what he was thinking. Why? Because she had been thinking about it at the same time.
"There's nothing you can help me with," the sharpness on her tone could have cut through thick glass. Trunks wasn't put off with it though. He knew better than that. He hadn't spend a day with her to not know what irked her or how she fought her battles.
She was fighting one right here, right now. Now, if he could only find out just what the hell the damn thing was about, he might be able to just get it over with and be done with it.
"Then stop scowling and do something," he scowled in return. If she was playing this game, then he could play too.
"Don't order me around," she retorted. She wanted to do something because of that but remained in check. Why and how could he always bring the worst out of her? "All I wanted was some peace and quiet and here you are."
"Here I am," he asserted her point. He was here where she wanted to be. To be away from him. He wasn't going to let her get her way.
"Can't you disappear for a while?" She asked innocently. He saw the display of her batting eyelashes and almost let out his laughter. She was infuriating and cute. Cute, definitely cute.
"No," he responded to her suggestion. "I was here first." Giving her a smug smile, he closed his eyes and re-concentrated on his goal. It had changed, but he was still going to pretend.
"You are such an ass," she lashed out.
"You're the only one that thinks so princess," he answered, still in his trance. Instead of focusing on her though, they were strapped to the torment that raged overhead. He could feel the winds change. It was going to be one of the unexpected electrical storms. It was too late to escape though. The storm had appeared out of nowhere and was here to stay.
"Answer me damn it," her screeching swear brought Trunks back down to their argument. He had been too raged up on the storm to notice that she had moved in front of him and had a look of murder.
"There's a storm coming."
"That's not what I asked?" She seemed to get more irritated by the minute. Just like the storm.
He weighted the chances of them making their way back to the palace before the storm brew up it's light bolts. Not good. He needed to find shelter. Anything outside of any building in the area were at risk at the time. Including them. Especially them.
"We need to find shelter before it hits. It's too intense for us to outrun back."
"What are you talking about?" Pan focused on the topic he had moved to. He seemed to be talking about a storm. Shoot, she hated storms.
"The rain's about to break out," he pointed out as they both looked up to the sky for the first time. "We have to go to the cottage."
"You have a cottage?" Alert were her nerves. Cottage, alone, Trunks, alone... it did not compute. They could not be, but she knew the truth. One only had to look at the sky to see that the storm was overhead. Anyone venturing out was risking their life for the chances that weren't even negotiable.
Seeing the odds stack against her, Pan simply obeyed him. Later though, he was going to get an earful.
Trunks saw that she wasn't going to argue and silently thanked the gods for that. At least she wasn't being stubborn. It was better to be alive than stubborn.
A strike came from overhead. The lightning lit up the sky as if the end was near. It's strength shook the earth, drowning Pan's scream. They had to hurry now, droplets of water were starting to pour down the sky.
"Right there," Trunks pointed as the rain started to descend endlessly. They hurried as they neared, most of the rain washing their bodies as a caress as it continued on.
They entered hurriedly to the property. The lights turned on automatically. The sight just made Pan's breath to hitch. It was beautiful. Trunks seemed to agree as he too was taken in.
"It's beautiful," the chandeliers chimed at the comment. They agreed with her announcement.
"My mother and father come here often," Trunks whispered it as if it was a secret. The door closed silently behind them. The storm clouds were still overhead but, their rumbling was no heard in it's intensity.
"We need to change," Trunks said breaking the spell of the place. "We're soaking wet."
Pan looked down at her clothes and almost whimpered. Her clothing was completely soaked. Too soak. It had made her blouse and jeans stick to her like a second skin.
Seeing this as a perfect time to infuriate her, Trunks commented on her appearance. "You look good princess."
"Only you would think of such a thing," she grumbled as she turned her back on him. Just because he provoked her didn't mean that he could get a free view. This was the last time she would ever wear the color white. "And at this time." Not waiting for his reply, Pan moved about to go find a room and some clothes, hopefully.
"There's never a bad time for it," he added as he followed her. They needed to find some clothes. There was one of the rooms which had a lot of spare clothes that had been left behind by the king and queen.
"Turn left," he ordered her. Pan went the way knowing he knew the way here better than she. He probably spent a lot of time on this place.
She entered the room. She saw the closet and made a byline to it. She opened it and surfed through the clothes for anything that might help her situation. From the clothes that she threw to the back of her, Trunks rummaged through and found a pair of shorts that would help him.
While Pan was busy looking for her replacements, Trunks left the room unnoticed. He had to find the towels to get himself dry.
Time went on as Pan found herself something for herself. As she backed up, she found Trunks' body right behind her. She had backed into him. She moved hastily away. She turned and was about to tell him the effect of sneaking up on people when her vision was found with him.
The only thing he was wearing was a pair of shorts, leaving all the rest of his body uncovered. Need, lust... she now knew of some of those too now. Damn it. He knew the effect he was having on her.
She reached for the towel that he had in his hand but meet with a hard tug that placed it back by him.
"Were you going to let me dry myself?" It was her only defense. She was crumbling down there.
"Later," he answered her sarcastic question. "I want to know why you've been acting like a bitch the whole night."
"I am not a bitch."
"I didn't say you were," Trunks quickly amended. He was not going to start another fight. "All I want to know is why you're acting so differently from today in the morning."
He was straightforward. Well, so could she.
"Because all I wanted was time for myself to think and I had to find you and now I'm stuck with you until that storm passes." She let it out in the sentence. At least some things hadn't escaped.
"Well, I'm glad you're stuck with me," he took a menacing step forward. Pan didn't move, but she didn't accept the challenge either.
"I don't relish the idea." She bit her bottom lip. He was moving with too much sync.
"You will in a minute sweetheart," he wrapped the towel around her waist and brought her forward to him. She fell hard onto his chest. Her body molding to his in a way she would have never imagined.
Trunks brushed delicately some of her tendrils from her face. His fingers tallied over her lips.
"I want you," he whispered lightly before drowning her senses with his kiss.
Everything was lost. All of the thoughts, the warnings, dangers were out of the way. He was here. She was here. That was all that mattered. Right here and now.
He wanted her. She could see it for herself. But the revelation of all was that she wanted him with the same candid desire. He read it in her expression.
Knowing the truth was out, she couldn't deny it. "I want you too."
Their voices mingled together, as they embraced in their want and need.
Loving without love had never been so good.
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Okay , so two things.
1) this chapter was way beyond late... sorry
2) there was a bit of a lime, or something... I don't know.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading it and commenting.
Don't know when next chapter will be out. (Hope this will be enough for you WPY)
Moon Star
Thanks to all that read the last chapter. Thanks for your reviews...
This is a Goten and Bra story... with Pan and Trunks in it. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in here.
Arranged Love
Chapter 10 : Seduce Me
Spending the night thinking about a guy that she barely knew was not none of Pan's usual nights. She barely knew anything about him, and here she was, letting the seconds tick away with him on her mind. Well, she did know that he kissed marvelously. But other than that, nothing.
She had never believed that attraction could be this strong. This, was the right word. It had never happened to her before. It wasn't as if she had never been attracted to a guy, but she had never felt so drawn to smile to someone before, or to see, and need to feel someone.
Her eyes drifted to the electrical clock beside the bed. Releasing a sigh on surrender, she threw off the covers and changed from her long shirt to her comfortable pants and t-shirt. She had to do something. Sleep was not going to come to her unless she was exhausted and her thoughts didn't dominate her.
As she walked through the halls, she passed the main Gravity room. She tried to open the door, but a time lock had been set. From her place, she heard the grunts and flashes of the fight inside. It felt like her inner turmoil. Strong, fast, decisive once, disturbed the next.
This wasn't the time to train, she realized. What she needed was peace and quiet with nature. The silent trees, the river's murmur, the tranquility. That's what she wanted and needed. As she came out of the royal castle/palace, she remembered the groove of trees she and Trunks had passed early this morning. On heir way back, she had wandered down to it, Trunks simply following. There she had kissed him deeply. She had never been that impulsive before, but now, she didn't know what to think. All she knew is that she wanted, no needed to see it again. She needed to feel it again.
Determined on her quest, she flew off into the clear dark sky, not noticing the two people who observed her make her departure. The two pair of eyes watched her as she diminished from the sky completely.
"Do you think she's going there?" Bulma asked the concentrated Agatha.
"She is," Agatha followed closely Pan's energy. She read into the signal it left for a moment on the undisturbed sky. It spoke of confusion and some part was determination. Poor fille, she needed to clear her mind but, Agatha almost grimaced at Pan's coming reaction, she wasn't any today.
"Is she going to be the one to change it?" Bulma knew the answer, but she needed confirmation.
"She is," Agatha answered, her eyes wavering a bit. "But it will be difficult."
* * *
Knowing it was a different part of the game, Bra noticed. Goten had won 6 of the 10 bouts they had fought, and had claimed 2 of all. Knowing what he was planning to do was part of the mystery and the excitement.
"This one's yours," Goten told her as they dropped from their training. "You got in my defenses." He showed the burnt mark on his shoulder.
"You don't look good," Bra said concerned. She examined the curs and burns with her eyes and grimaced. She probably had the same marks on her as well.
"I should probably take another shower." Goten moved to her and pressed his hand on her right arm and saw her eyes flash momentarily with pain. She was hurting as much as he was. At least the time had passed and each interlude had been worth it.
Bra saw his expressing and groaned. "You don't have to grin that much. I was there remember?" She almost growled.
How could he forget that. Every time she was in his arms, he felt right and complete. He knew that he would spend his life with her and be extremely happy.
Her eyes expressed the same thing. She knew it, she felt it, and a part of her wanted it with all her might. Experiencing something like this would be worth to lower all her defenses, but still. He saw the denial and restrain. The circumstances when they meet hadn't been the greatest ones and he knew her restrain was because of that factor.
Defiance was the principal motive, but he would change that. Love was a stronger motive to himself, and he knew to her too. Especially his own motive of making her happy. On only knowing her for a few days and small conversation, he knew what he wanted. Both for him, and for her. He had never believed on love at first sight, but now, he knew.
"I want that too," words hadn't been uttered to express what was reflected in his eyes, but she knew it. She knew exactly how he felt about it. She too knew it.
"I feel as if I know all of you," Goten's eyes misted, his hand reached and stroked her hair.
"We are part of each other," Bra muttered, her eyes lowering.
Goten had no clue to what she was talking about. "What are you saying?"
Bra was surprised. She would have thought that his parents would have told him about the saiyans ability to mate for life. She didn't know what to say. How would he take it? What would he think? Once it was done, it could never be reversed. It only happened with true mates of life. But, how would he take it?
"Why do you feel scared again?" His body quivered with shivers that raked through his body to his soul. "Why are you afraid of me?" His hands came to his head, he held it forcefully, his eyes closed. The pain and throbbing were about to make him pass out.
"I... I don't really," she stammered badly. Taking a step back, she noticed the faraway look on his eyes. His body sagged, an excruciating pain moved through his lobes and he collapsed to the floor.
Bra ran to his side immediately. She had never seen someone look so pale. The bond had been stronger than what she had thought. Pillars of sweat covered his face as Bra turned him up. She had never been so scared in her life before.
"Bra," his voice quivered slightly, but it was strong enough to gain her attention. She opened her eyes and focused it on his face. He seemed to be exercising a great effort to keep his eyes opened.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing she blurted out. She didn't know what else to say damn it. She was feeling sorry and it didn't help the way that he was looking at her as if she was the moon and the stars.
"It's not your fault," Goten struggled to get up. Bra hurriedly helped him, seeing how weak his state was. "I need my pills."
"What?" Bra remained burrowed on her spot as Goten glided from that side of the Gravity machine to the station. His bottle was in one of the drawers. She heard the shuffling around from inside and the gratifying grunt of Goten as he slipped one of the miracle pills on his system. Bra was confused, but she needed answers.
She marched right up to the place, but waited until he opened his eyes. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, but it was dissipating. The hard lines around his eyes and face were disappearing.
"What do you need pills for?" She asked him as soon as he plopped himself into his seat.
"I contracted the Robonial virus on one of the planets we visited," Goten answered. He didn't need to cover for anything like that, his illness was almost over. It only lasted from about 5 weeks to 9 weeks. This was his 9th week. It was almost over.
"But," Bra reached for his forehead and noted the sweat continued to pour out of his temples. He was glowing with the fever of the virus which attacked every 3 weeks. "We saiyans are immune to it."
"Not really," Goten knew he had to explain. "You saiyans who live in Planet Vegetasei don't contract it because of a solution that you have in your atmosphere. It enables you to catch the virus and suffer through it."
"But you were born on Earth," Bra realized. Unless he had the immunization made for it he would contract it if he ever became close to it.
"Exactly," his discomfort was diminishing. "Your brother gave me the immunization but I still have to suffer through the trials until the virus burns itself out."
"No wonder you seem so wore out," Bra traced the grim lines that remained on his face. A shiver raced through him and she knew it had nothing to do with her touch.
Although her touch was having an effect on him, his mind turned to the words she blurted out when he had come out of his faint. She was keeping something back. He could feel it. She was hiding something from him, although not really intentionally. He knew that. Scratch that, he felt it.
Retaining all of the strength that he could muster, Goten strapped his hand to hers, making her stay in place. Even though he may be sick, he still possessed his strength. Where to focus it was the only problem in this.
"Why did you say that you were sorry?" His voice was forceful. He had never fainted before the attack of the fever stuck. This seemed too dramatic to not be connected with what she said. He saw the hesitation in her eyes. "Why?"
Bra looked into his eyes and saw his turmoil. It hadn't been the fever's fault that he had collapsed and he realized that. He was just looking for the answer to the unknown and she had to give it to him.
Goten's grip on her relaxed momentarily. Instead of letting go entirely though, he pulled her to him. She stumbled upwards, falling right into his lap. He secured his arms around her waist as he accommodated her to stay on his lap. His head settled on the crook of her neck, his hot face slightly burrowed into her. His eyes were closed and she saw the flexing of his arms muscles. He was in pain.
Knowing of the symptoms of the Robonial virus herself, she knew that the last time the virus attacked and reacted created a headache as the body white cells with the pills continued it's final attack with it.
He shivered as if cold. His lips trembled. She knew that even though he was actually burning, he felt cold as if a cold breeze was coursing through his naked body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and settled his head on her neck. His shivers worked up for moments. They transmitted themselves from his body to hers.
"Bra," his voice came from bellow. His eyes were still closed, and his body still searched to keep her warmth but his mind was still working. "Why did you say that?"
He wasn't going to give up on the question unless she answered. She knew she wouldn't be able to lie. He would be able to tell when she was lying. Oh well, there goes that freedom.
"We're bonding," she stated it as if it was nothing but a mere fact of life. Which it was, to a saiyan's life.
"Is that all?" He asked in his daze. She knew that he would start his delirium soon after. Nothing was going to make sense to him.
"Yes it is," Bra accepted the fact. She might as well do it. But, even though there was a doubt, a part of her wanted it. She wanted to bond with him. The emotion was there, the signs were clear. She was in love. And, if he was bonding with her, then that meant that he felt strongly for her too.
They had only known each other for a week and some days. The bond was getting stronger.
"We're bonding," she said again to reassure him. It looked like the delirium was already working it's process.
"Well, good," he simply muttered. His eyes were opened but she saw the cloud of mist that were formed. He had no idea to what he was doing... delirious was the state that he would not escape his normal urges to the truth. All walls were tore down by it, he had no control whatsoever. "You're an angel Bra."
"Thanks," she accepted the compliment, knowing that he had no idea to what he was saying.
His lips sought hers. His need to taste her was great. Bra gladly opened, she wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to know that she was here no matter what. The explosion of emotions was too great to conceal as Goten slipped Bra closer to his body. His hands caressed the back of her neck, angling her head for a better exploration.
His administrations were tearing her own walls. Giving all to him was natural. Drawing her own hands from his neck, she placed them on his sides. Her fingers roamed through the uncovered chest. Her probing not missing any of the muscles that contracted and jumped each time she pressed the tip of her fingers to it. Her caresses were driving him mad.
His own hands moved from behind her hair to her back. He slipped them to her stomach and growled at her impulse to throw her body to touch limb to limb blindly. She was driving him mad.
His hands traced down from her uncovered throat to her breasts and over to the buttons of her shirt. He undid the last button from her shirt, freeing space for his hand to slide through and touch part of her bare stomach.
Her skin was hot to his touch. His mind in shambles, he could only think of having her in his arms like this forever. She was a wanton to him.
In a lucid moment as it seemed to Goten, he realized what road they were pushing. He was in no condition to let his primal side let rule his desire to not just couple with someone, but love them as they deserved it. His hands slid away from her tentative skin and enclosed around her waist.
She felt his withdrawal. Knowing that he was stopping, she too stopped her roaming fingers and kissed him thoroughly one more time.
"You have to stop," his hoarse voice gave away the power she had over him.
"I know," she moved out of his lap and put herself out in a safe distance from him. "I know."
"It won't be for long," he saw the dejected phase she had flashed on for a moment. She felt as something that had been cast aside for some time and it didn't feel good.
Goten's hands ached to touch her again. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her. But, he needed to get this state of delirium out of his system. They simply had to let the fever run his course.
"I can't wait," her statement held a promise that he gladly accepted with consequences and all. She saw the flash of emotion and raw need that passed through.
"If you want to remain safe from me," his voice was as hoarse before. He was returning to his delirium state already. "And I want you safe. Get away."
"I'll always be safe with you. No matter what." Her statement held the truth, although Bra hadn't known from where it had emerged. It's truth though did rang out. She would always be safe with him, no matter the circumstances. Goten swallowed as she took a step forward.
"I want to be in my full mind Bra," his breath hinged forward as he saw the outline of her luscious curbs. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," he would have taken it as an insult if he hadn't seen her concern and care. She would do anything he asked. Well, he had four bouts won, he'll claim them eventually.
He was left alone for four minutes. He took the time to ponder on what could have happened if he had let the scene on. He didn't want to think, his mind was shutting out. He was already seeing abnormal colors on the walls. His eyes felt too hot for him to close. He hated the feeling. It's like a flu that came and went away just a little while later.
As Bra returned, she had with her a syringe. Goten glanced her way and bolted as he saw the needle flash in the light. Although not his usual self, Goten sprang from the seat and ran to the farthest corner from her. Bra just smiled gently and continued to advance toward him slowly.
"What's that for?" Goten swallowed as he saw the liquid go to the point of the needle and squirt out.
"This is for you to sleep while the fever takes it's effect on you." She explained calmly. Since she had entered the room and saw how his eyes widened at the sight of the needle, she knew that he was one of those people who were afraid of needles. She needed to calm him down. "It's for you to rest."
"I wouldn't mind the rest," Goten pointed out to her as he inched to the left and she continued to advance. "It's just that needle is not the way I want rest." Seeing his chance to escape the closed trap, he took in full run out of the confined space of the station and ran out of the door.
"Damn it Goten," Bra swore with all her might. She took off right after him. "It's for your own good."
"Needles scare me," Goten shouted behind him as they rounded the room many times. He was in the lead going in circles while Bra ran right behind him, the needle ready for him.
"Stop acting like a child Goten," the delirium hadn't weakened his resolve at all. Everything was different with him it seemed.
"Just get that thing away from me," he placed himself behind the table. If Bra wanted to give him the injection, she would have to be a really good, powerful, and athletic person. Hell, he realized. She was all of those three. He was doomed.
"You better give up without a fight Goten," the danger was there at the edge of her tone. "You won't like the consequences."
"I'll take the consequences," he quickly responded, not seeing the determined glint in her eyes.
"Alright," Bra placed the syringe on the table and stepped back. Goten simply stood there waiting to see what she was going to do. If he could just reach without her getting there first, he would be able to get rid of the blasted needle.
When he looked up, he saw the seductive glance she threw his way. His body stopped dead. She couldn't be thinking of doing what he was thinking she was doing.
Bra placed her hand playfully on her shirt and undid the first button.
Hell, he swore to himself. His eyes were glued to the picture she made of angel and temptation at once. He was lost and he knew it. She was doing a striptease.
Knowing that his attention was totally focused on her, Bra walked slowly, without a second cause toward him while unbuttoning the rest of her shirt in the process.
Thank the gods for the saiyan primal urge to mate being the first while in this state. Bra mused with the idea. Taking her shirt off, she swung it over her head once, directing the target toward his face. It was hit square on. Goten quickly took it from his eyes and glued his eyes to the angel in front of him.
His responses were something he hadn't counted on. He couldn't move, hardly breathe. His muscles were contracting on their on. He needed her now.
Bra saw his intense gaze and the direction the thoughts were going and knew that she was almost done with this. All she had to do was to get to the table and poke him. He had already lowered the remaining defenses.
She unzipped her pants, slowly... painfully slow for the squirming Goten who could only watch. His hands craved the touch. He needed to touch, to taste, to fill.
In only her panties and bra, Bra moved toward the table and pulled Goten toward her. He didn't even struggled but reached for her with all of his might.
Bra stretched on the table, Goten lay on top of her. She could clearly feel the response his body had to hers and she cherished it. But, she needed to do what she had to. He wasn't himself and he knew it deep inside. He would hate himself for the lapse of judgment of only that time, but she couldn't live with it.
He captured her on a kiss of frenzy and raw need. Knowing what she needed to do now that she had him distracted, she reached for the syringe and punctured his arm. Goten was so intent on his own that he only felt the prick. His head cleared for a moment. He saw the apologetic look she sent him and knew immediately. Taking it's effect immediately, Goten lost his hold on his body and the battle was lost. The sedative worked miraculously as it reached it's place.
She placed Goten by her on the table and rested herself on her arm as she studied him. He really was a wonderful man and person. She would never have done that for anyone else.
Love.
Who knew such a thing could work so fast?
"Um," she watched him thinking. A wicked grin displayed on her features as she traced his jaw with her left index finger. "Now I know why strip teasing is so much fun."
* * *
Pan had never been one to run away from anything, especially anyone but, cowardice has sprouted wings. All she wanted was to flee. He was the reason that she was running away and now, he was there. If only she could command her legs to move away from him.
But no. Instead, her treacherous legs were carrying her off to him. He seemed beckoning, commanding her to come to him. She did as commanded, although she did not know where the command was from or from where she got any strength to fight something like this. She was possessed with a need that she had never had before in her life. It scared her.
She willed herself to stop. Her body agreed with her command, although she could feel the yearning to continue to walk to him. She wanted to walk to his arms but, it wasn't possible.
Pan had never rushed into anything in her life. Life was too short but she wasn't going to make it shorter than it already was.
He hadn't even noticed that she was here. That was for the best. A part of her wanted to scream, hit and make him realize of her presence. She needed his eyes on her, just like they had been on this morning.
It was hopeless, she realized. She had fallen in love with the prince. She might as well resign to her fate on her heart. Now, giving it up to him in reality was another thing entirely. She never gave up without a fight and her heart was one of her most prized possessions. She was not giving it up without a fight.
He was as concentrated as one could be if put in this position. Trunks continued to stay on his concentration, knowing that Pan was only a few feet away. She was there. Although he did not appear it, he had felt her presence from miles away. He had known instantly that she'd be coming this way.
He could have left, but he wanted to see her. Well, not see her but feel her. He continued to pretend, his senses really concentrated on her. He could see her in his mind.
She seemed to be scowling and angry. She seemed ready for a fight. What the hell had he done now?
"Are you going to stand there all night scowling at me princess?" He asked. "Or are you looking for something I can help you with."
Even though he didn't look like it, Pan knew the double incentive that the sentence had. She could read it in his expression, his body, his eyes. Emotions were too deep for her to deny to have seen. All of them had flashed on her mind, she knew what he was thinking. Why? Because she had been thinking about it at the same time.
"There's nothing you can help me with," the sharpness on her tone could have cut through thick glass. Trunks wasn't put off with it though. He knew better than that. He hadn't spend a day with her to not know what irked her or how she fought her battles.
She was fighting one right here, right now. Now, if he could only find out just what the hell the damn thing was about, he might be able to just get it over with and be done with it.
"Then stop scowling and do something," he scowled in return. If she was playing this game, then he could play too.
"Don't order me around," she retorted. She wanted to do something because of that but remained in check. Why and how could he always bring the worst out of her? "All I wanted was some peace and quiet and here you are."
"Here I am," he asserted her point. He was here where she wanted to be. To be away from him. He wasn't going to let her get her way.
"Can't you disappear for a while?" She asked innocently. He saw the display of her batting eyelashes and almost let out his laughter. She was infuriating and cute. Cute, definitely cute.
"No," he responded to her suggestion. "I was here first." Giving her a smug smile, he closed his eyes and re-concentrated on his goal. It had changed, but he was still going to pretend.
"You are such an ass," she lashed out.
"You're the only one that thinks so princess," he answered, still in his trance. Instead of focusing on her though, they were strapped to the torment that raged overhead. He could feel the winds change. It was going to be one of the unexpected electrical storms. It was too late to escape though. The storm had appeared out of nowhere and was here to stay.
"Answer me damn it," her screeching swear brought Trunks back down to their argument. He had been too raged up on the storm to notice that she had moved in front of him and had a look of murder.
"There's a storm coming."
"That's not what I asked?" She seemed to get more irritated by the minute. Just like the storm.
He weighted the chances of them making their way back to the palace before the storm brew up it's light bolts. Not good. He needed to find shelter. Anything outside of any building in the area were at risk at the time. Including them. Especially them.
"We need to find shelter before it hits. It's too intense for us to outrun back."
"What are you talking about?" Pan focused on the topic he had moved to. He seemed to be talking about a storm. Shoot, she hated storms.
"The rain's about to break out," he pointed out as they both looked up to the sky for the first time. "We have to go to the cottage."
"You have a cottage?" Alert were her nerves. Cottage, alone, Trunks, alone... it did not compute. They could not be, but she knew the truth. One only had to look at the sky to see that the storm was overhead. Anyone venturing out was risking their life for the chances that weren't even negotiable.
Seeing the odds stack against her, Pan simply obeyed him. Later though, he was going to get an earful.
Trunks saw that she wasn't going to argue and silently thanked the gods for that. At least she wasn't being stubborn. It was better to be alive than stubborn.
A strike came from overhead. The lightning lit up the sky as if the end was near. It's strength shook the earth, drowning Pan's scream. They had to hurry now, droplets of water were starting to pour down the sky.
"Right there," Trunks pointed as the rain started to descend endlessly. They hurried as they neared, most of the rain washing their bodies as a caress as it continued on.
They entered hurriedly to the property. The lights turned on automatically. The sight just made Pan's breath to hitch. It was beautiful. Trunks seemed to agree as he too was taken in.
"It's beautiful," the chandeliers chimed at the comment. They agreed with her announcement.
"My mother and father come here often," Trunks whispered it as if it was a secret. The door closed silently behind them. The storm clouds were still overhead but, their rumbling was no heard in it's intensity.
"We need to change," Trunks said breaking the spell of the place. "We're soaking wet."
Pan looked down at her clothes and almost whimpered. Her clothing was completely soaked. Too soak. It had made her blouse and jeans stick to her like a second skin.
Seeing this as a perfect time to infuriate her, Trunks commented on her appearance. "You look good princess."
"Only you would think of such a thing," she grumbled as she turned her back on him. Just because he provoked her didn't mean that he could get a free view. This was the last time she would ever wear the color white. "And at this time." Not waiting for his reply, Pan moved about to go find a room and some clothes, hopefully.
"There's never a bad time for it," he added as he followed her. They needed to find some clothes. There was one of the rooms which had a lot of spare clothes that had been left behind by the king and queen.
"Turn left," he ordered her. Pan went the way knowing he knew the way here better than she. He probably spent a lot of time on this place.
She entered the room. She saw the closet and made a byline to it. She opened it and surfed through the clothes for anything that might help her situation. From the clothes that she threw to the back of her, Trunks rummaged through and found a pair of shorts that would help him.
While Pan was busy looking for her replacements, Trunks left the room unnoticed. He had to find the towels to get himself dry.
Time went on as Pan found herself something for herself. As she backed up, she found Trunks' body right behind her. She had backed into him. She moved hastily away. She turned and was about to tell him the effect of sneaking up on people when her vision was found with him.
The only thing he was wearing was a pair of shorts, leaving all the rest of his body uncovered. Need, lust... she now knew of some of those too now. Damn it. He knew the effect he was having on her.
She reached for the towel that he had in his hand but meet with a hard tug that placed it back by him.
"Were you going to let me dry myself?" It was her only defense. She was crumbling down there.
"Later," he answered her sarcastic question. "I want to know why you've been acting like a bitch the whole night."
"I am not a bitch."
"I didn't say you were," Trunks quickly amended. He was not going to start another fight. "All I want to know is why you're acting so differently from today in the morning."
He was straightforward. Well, so could she.
"Because all I wanted was time for myself to think and I had to find you and now I'm stuck with you until that storm passes." She let it out in the sentence. At least some things hadn't escaped.
"Well, I'm glad you're stuck with me," he took a menacing step forward. Pan didn't move, but she didn't accept the challenge either.
"I don't relish the idea." She bit her bottom lip. He was moving with too much sync.
"You will in a minute sweetheart," he wrapped the towel around her waist and brought her forward to him. She fell hard onto his chest. Her body molding to his in a way she would have never imagined.
Trunks brushed delicately some of her tendrils from her face. His fingers tallied over her lips.
"I want you," he whispered lightly before drowning her senses with his kiss.
Everything was lost. All of the thoughts, the warnings, dangers were out of the way. He was here. She was here. That was all that mattered. Right here and now.
He wanted her. She could see it for herself. But the revelation of all was that she wanted him with the same candid desire. He read it in her expression.
Knowing the truth was out, she couldn't deny it. "I want you too."
Their voices mingled together, as they embraced in their want and need.
Loving without love had never been so good.
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Okay , so two things.
1) this chapter was way beyond late... sorry
2) there was a bit of a lime, or something... I don't know.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading it and commenting.
Don't know when next chapter will be out. (Hope this will be enough for you WPY)
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