Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Aftemath Loving --Part 2 ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.11.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.11.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra fan fiction. Pan and Trunks present... don't like them, don't read this.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters... with the exception of Agatha and Schial.
Arranged Love
Chapter 12 : Aftermath Loving --Part 2
Checking up to see that what had to happen actually happened wasn't something that Agatha really cherished. It was the tedious job that only made your existence seem like a nightmare instead of a miracle. Well, she could at least know that no one could do it.
It had all began at the meeting of the Prince, of those times, Vegeta and Breslin, the saiyan female warrior that had gotten his attention and captured what was actually the soft and love kept part of his heart. Agatha had never meet such stubborn people although she might be able to un-prove that statement.
It had been hell to keep both Bulma and Vegeta from just jumping at each other's throats when they were in the same room. It was such stubbornness that made her regret being a part of this court. No one was really interested in the more than 300 year old looking humanoid alien that was the 'nanny' of all the royal children that had ever been produced on Vegetasei. But then, no one had lived long enough to actually know it either.
Setting up her stance and her recitals, her eyes flashed with the power of the mater induce and she disappeared from view. Keeping her hands together but in a different place, she was able to move through the walls of the constructed 'palace' if it could be called that. She slipped from room to room, looking for the pair that she had to 'check' on.
Slipping through the floor of the structure, she paused at the couple who currently populated the simple bed of the chamber.
No matter what could be said, love at first sight was possible. And it had to take more than two occurrences to actually change Agatha's mind and admit that it was possible. It was a damn problem with the royal descendants of the planet. Vegeta father had fallen in love with Breslin not at first sight, but she had with him. And if only one of them falls at the first sight, the first meeting, they had just been destined for each other and all eternity.
Then, out of nowhere it had happened again. The hard cold hearted prince Vegeta had just taken one look at Bulma as she arrived on the planet for the dealings with her planet and he decided that he wanted her for only him. And she in turn had been attracted to him on a stronger manner as she just saw him in front of him, the wonder in his eyes, reflecting off of her own.
And now... it was the current prince's and princess' turn to fall into it. All of the males feel the urge of passion and lust at first, and have fallen knee deep into the hole without realizing it. Now, Bra, she was another manner entirely.
She had felt, she had known, and she had thrown it aside at the first glance. Goten on the other hand was someone she could really like as he wasn't stubborn and settled on something only. He had figured out what happened and had accepted it. Why couldn't they all just do that and live happily ever after?
They all had to put obstacles in the way and for what? Agatha was the one that tripped on them as she tried to keep everything in order to make life meaningful for everyone.
It was time to see her council.
She gave one last look at the happy pair that simply slept in each other's arms and levitated herself from the floor to the first part. She passed through the walls of the gravity machine and let the spell die. All was fine with them.
Taking another hallway entirely from the normal room wings, she turned and walked up to the last corridor. She was about to knock on the door when she heard the voices that carried the conversation she had failed to notice. She was getting really old.
Knowing who the two people were, she placed her figure in motion, setting the matter change molecules in alert that she was turning invisible again. She went through the wall with the same power she had before, and stood right before a serious Pan and a cross armed Bardock which was simply sitting on his bed.
"You wanted the truth. There it is," Agatha caught those finishing words as soon as she entered. Bardock twitched his nose, his eyes merely washing over the empty space that she covered and turned his eyes back to Pan who didn't notice the elapse of her great grandfather.
"How can it be that all of them are always bastards?" She asked to the open world. Bardock knew that she wasn't paying any attention to his presence anymore and he couldn't let that happen. They deserved the happiness that they had been put to share and it couldn't be that they would keep it away.
"Because that's how the universe works." Bardock answered her question. Pan finally turned back to him, a little surprise and shock on her face. Surprise that he was answering and shock at the frank and casual tone that he said such a great statement.
"How can you say that?" She gaped at him. "Not all males of all species are bastards."
"It's still a true statement." Bardock was not going to give an inch. "All that you are preoccupied of is of being hurt and actually finding that you can't live without someone who can hurt you." He remained in his stoic position. "Wake up Pan." Giving a hard glare, he stood up. "Life is too short for shortcomings. You either jump right in or don't."
"He told me what you said." Pan replied to his plead with a simple sentence.
"Enjoy it while you have it Pan," Bardock moved to where his great granddaughter stood and placed his hands on her face. He raised her face to meet his, seeing the hope that had shined since she had entered his chambers wanting for him to tell her all of Trunks exploits. "It won't always be there." He released her chin and placed himself to the windows of the suite to the outside. "This is simply a place to wonder for a little while. You'll loose everyone that you've ever loved sooner than you think and you may never see them again."
"Are you talking about.."
"I'm talking about you Pan," he cut her off. "This is a race that knows the reality of death. We live our lives knowing we might not be here on the next second. Everyone is looking for that special soul out there while we wait for our existence to go out like a candle and guess what," his eyes turned to hers sharply. "Not many find them."
"Bardock, please don't," Pan pleaded. She didn't really want to hear this.
Agatha smiled at what Bardock was getting at. It was true to it all too. We all wonder and ponder about our lives but they did live it to the fullest.
"Why not experience all that this life has to offer you?" He slipped the windows open. Light cut sharply through the shadows and darkness of the room, revealing the clear day that had surfaced from the day of storms. Good and beauty had emerged from the lightning and frightening bolts from the days before.
"And even though we are a race that lives for the offspring and the sex," he let his eyes turn to hers again to reaffirm his meaning. "Yes, sex, we look for the one we will never meet again. Some of us don't even meet it... some it's too late to really enjoy it." His voice had hit a low scale.
He face turned from the sadness to the same rigid demand he had earlier. "And here you are Pan," his eyes bored into hers. "A quarter saiyan but a saiyan nonetheless. You have found the soul you seek for and you are throwing it away."
"I'm not only a saiyan," Bardock scoffed at her demanding to take notice. He saw the anger that was sweeping her and would soon take hold of her.
"Humans have too much control for their own good," he scoffed at the word humans. "But we are all still the same. We sleep around, they sleep around. We multiply, they multiply. They find love, we find love. They throw it away, we cherish it." His eyes accused her of the crime.
Pan simply growled at his accusations and stormed out of his glance toward his door. She swept pass Agatha which simply moved out of the way and almost didn't give the door a chance to open automatically.
"You'll regret it later," his words caught her for a second, but she slipped away into anger again. "Just like I have."
The whisper was meant for her to hear it before she stepped out but, she was already out and moving out toward her room. She continued on as if she hadn't heard him, but he knew she had.
"Just like me."
Bardock waited for the door to close automatically before retreating from his window. He closed it fiercely, powerless for the road that Pan would take. He let the room sweep into darkness again before letting Agatha really into the room.
As he settled into his bed in his previous sitting position, Agatha stopped the spell. The matter turned to it's usual structure. Revealed, she closed her eyes, letting the memories of the deaths and suffering she had seen in him in those small and precious seconds.
"Has it changed?" She went right to the point.
Bardock took a moment to steady his breath. He closed his eyes and let it run through him one more time. Shaking his head, he replied. "No, it hasn't. It seems our world will breath it's last seconds still."
* * *
It had to be an hallucination. Goten realized as soon as he had opened his eyes. What else could explain the things that he was seeing and feeling? It was all because he was still under the influence of the fever. That had to be the cause of such images that were before him.
"Are you awake?" The sleepy female next to him asked as she burrowed herself deeper into his embrace. Her hand felt his forehead for a second and moved slowly off to his side. "You don't have your fever anymore."
That's when he realized that he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't hallucinating. And Bra was right next to him, on a bed, breathing at his torso exposed skin. He didn't know whether to cheer or feel repentant. Just what in the world had happened?
The images came then... He had taken leave of his senses and Bra had just kept on coming to him with her shirt dangling from her arms and pants scattered on the floor. So far so good. He had her spread across the table and she was responding to him as much as he was responding to her. As said before, so far so good.
And then, the prick. She had taken advantage of his administrations and had pulled the needle on him. All he remembered from then on was how apologetic she looked, and regrets. Yes, he had positively seen regrets in that picture. Well, not as much as he was.
He was glad that he had figured out just what in the world had happened but, what in the world then where they doing on a bed? From where did the whole room come from?
"Um, Bra?" He tried to get her attention.
Bra kept her eyes closed, but pressed her cheek deeper into his side. Who could blame her? She liked to cuddle. "Yes?"
"If nothing happened," he staggered in. "Then what the hell are we doing in a bed?" Her lips curved in a smile. He then noticed something he had failed to see before. "And why is it that you are completely naked?"
* * *
His last words haunted her through the time she spent splattered on her bed. Her eyes were closed, both with sleep and with the reminder that she was in her room, alone, with no one to see or share even the little common sound of her breath. Well, she had the whole day.
Pan moved upwards into a better position, burrowed into the sleep induced sheets and sighted with content. Maybe her dreams would shine some light into Bardock words. She didn't have the strength to give on a battle. Sleep conjured itself quickly, relaxing her troubles even if it was only for just a moment.
* * *
Whoever tried to get a word out of him only received a dark glare and a storming cloud that stormed out of the place. Trunks day hadn't been one of talks or sleep but one of worries and state decisions.
There were problems at the borders of Vegetasei and the Cherluin colony that had been there for only a few months of refuge. There had been killings, mysterious deaths and all that you could drag into the picture and it was his job to figure out what to do.
Instead of focusing on the problem, the whole damn day had been spent thinking of Pan. Pan... for even a second he damned the girl for making him think of her so much when he actually needed his sanity.
It's not as if the whole outcome of his decision didn't decide the fate of a whole race that had asked for refuge from Cold's regimes. No, war and death in his own planet was only the decision. Great, here was the part to why it sucked to be in charge of a whole planet and make these kind of decisions.
He had spent the whole day trying to think up ideas with the collaborators and had found some strategy that could make this all work. It had. Death had been stopped before it actually reared up the numbers. With this new decision this whole dispute would be put to rest and so would he.
Rest he needed. The knocking out of his senses would only let him be but a moment without her on his mind.
He entered his quarters slowly. His eyes dropping as he undressed toward his bath. He wasn't in the mood for something fancy or time consuming. Sleep was the only thing in his mind. So, he pressed for the warmth water and let it crash on him with all the power the pressure conjured up. It eased into his muscles. His eyes dropped closer off.
He turned off the water and dried himself quickly. Draping the towel over his waist, he opened the door and moved directly toward his bed. He raised the sheets and slipped in. A pleasant groan escaped his throat as he slipped off to the land of sleep and relaxation.
Perhaps this would be the place in which he would find the comfort of knowing that he hadn't lost his chance to find a great and worthy mate because of his past affairs.
* * *
It had been said that past lovers make the worst of friends. Sometimes that wasn't entirely true.
The place was coming to life as a new day had begun on the planet. It was time for a new day to pass and for the universe to slip away into time itself.
Damn it to hell, she was getting too philosophical today. And it was only the beginning of the day. Something was going to happen to her today. Screw it. Schial moved from side to side, knowing what she had to do. Sometimes she hated this, but it was her time to face a little confrontation from life.
Leaving her quarters, she lightly finger-combed her hair slightly. Her black hair softly trailed from behind, the need for a real comb not evident.
She passed the guards who simply nodded her presence as she passed.
She hated it when she had to do this. How could she associate herself with all the saiyans that had trouble in their love lives. She didn't know if it was in her blood but she had the worst luck ever.
She looked upwards in exasperation. At least now she knew better than to hope for any change.
She checked the numbers written on her hand and matched them to the door.
Here she went again.
Slipping in the code to enter, Schial clicked her shoes to the floor. She had to make sure that the person inside would know that she was coming.
All comments and whispers had been about the palace since the last day yesterday. Trunks had been in a foul mood since he had shown up and Schial didn't need three guesses to know what had been happening with him. She knew him well.
But her. She didn't know a thing about Pan.
All that she had to go by was that Bardock was in the middle somewhere and that might help matters somehow. Let's just hope that nothing had changed drastically in the last few days.
"Is that you Ban?" The question came from somewhere in the vicinity.
Both Pan and Trunks had spend the whole day sleeping in their rooms and she knew for once that it was of exhaustion of the soul and not of the body.
Here she went. To the wolf's den.
Pan emerged from the discovered kitchen she found on one of the rooms connected to hers. She had a plate of fruits on her hands, a half bitten apple in her hands. She was taking another bite when she looked at the person before her.
The door swooned close and the outside world was out of the way.
"You might find that they taste differently from the ones on your planet," Schial offered a smile as she walked to one of the chairs in the room and settled in. "There are a lot of climate differences between your planet and the one that harvested the seeds."
"I noticed," Pan replied to the explanation slowly. She was taking her time.
"I see that you are in a better mood from yesterday," Schial commented as Pan walked to the sitting area. She knew that she wanted her to get to the point of her visit.
"I know that you are wondering to what I'm doing here," Schial stated the obvious question that hovered at the silent room. "I'm going to get right to the point Pan."
She spoke the name with familiarity as if she had known her for a long time. Pan narrowed her eyes. What could she possibly say to her?
"I'm here about Trunks," she saw the tormented flash that passed through her eyes. "And not for the idea that you have seemed to have formed in your pretty little head."
"How could you possibly know what I'm thinking right now?" Pan asked, she crossed her arms as she set the rest of the apple down on the plate to join the other fruits.
"I don't want to know what you're thinking right now," Schial waved it aside. "I'm just preoccupied to where you will be focusing in next."
"Why did you come to talk about me?" Pan asked her suspiciously. Why was she here.
"Plain and simple," Schial reached for a fruit of her own and popped it in her mouth. She was hungry and one little fruit wouldn't hurt. "I want to know what you are planning on doing today about Trunks. And if the answer is not to my liking then I'm going to have no choice but to interfere."
"I'm sorry," Pan interrupted her smiling interrogation. "But I don't confide in strangers."
"My dear," Schial smirked. "We're not strangers."
The smirk alarmed Pan. What was she talking about?
"You're grandfather is my uncle, therefore; we are related by blood."
Pan could have choked on the piece of apple that she had just taken in. She almost swallowed it without really biting it.
After having regained her breath, she stared accusingly at her 'family'. "You don't just say something like that out of the blue." She choked out after having regained her breath. "Someone could die just like that."
"I knew you wouldn't," there was mist of laughter surging from her. She had a hand to her mouth, her eyes blinking back tears of laughter. "I knew I would laugh when I would see your expression."
"Who are you daughter of?" If she was family, she needed to find out which brother she came from.
"Turtles," she answered calmly. "He was the twin brother of Kakarotte."
"Was?"
"He died 3 months ago on a mission on the East Quadrant."
"Isn't that were King Cold rules over?" Pan needed to confirm it.
"It is," Schial reached for a second cherry and popped it on her mouth. "He was kind of like the ambassador of us in there. No one knows why he was killed or who killed him."
"I'm sorry," Pan finally realized that she hadn't offered any condolences to her father's death.
"Don't be," Schial smiled as she saw Pan's stance relax. This was the time. "But we got out of my true reason for being here."
She heard the distinct groan that Pan let out as she turned back to her original pursues.
"Let me tell you something about the current prince of all saiyans."
* * *
"Has anyone ever told you that you are one of the sexiest men in the universe?" Bra asked Goten as she settled a tentative kiss on his back.
Goten was sitting on the bed, facing the door while Bra sat behind him, her body pressed hard on his back. Her bare breasts tingled at the contact with his skin.
Maybe it was her but she felt that his temperature had risen. She felt the temperature rise steadily every time she pressed her hands to his sides. Could it be that he was blushing?
There was only one way to find out.
"Goten?" Bra untangled her hands from his neck and stopped all contact with him. "Are you alright?"
Her voice sounded of concern while her face showed a smile trying to break out. She observed the movement of his back muscles as she distanced herself from him.
They relaxed and she could definitely see that the color had subsided. Now, if she could only touch him to see if it was any different.
Goten had never been in a situation like this before. He had been seduced before but this was no planned seduction. There was a woman in his bed which claimed all of his attention and he had no idea of what to do.
Who would have thought he would be stuck on something so trivial? He was on fire. And this one was not one that he would be able to put out. Why did it have to happen like this?
"It's terribly hot in this place," he commented as he felt beads of sweat travel on his chest to his naval.
"I was trying to open the door when a short circuit happened on the air system." Bra tried not to let out the gale of laughter that was about to burst out. "The air is still flowing but the cold air conditioner it offline until the piece can be replaced."
That explained the infernal heat. Why she was naked, he could feel the heat probing and entering his own pores. He needed to cool off somehow. But, he didn't even know where on the place he was.
"I love you Goten," Bra interrupted the silence with her revelation. She pushed herself on him again. This time she reached lightly, as if blindly at him.
Her fingertips touched lightly at his shoulder blades. They traced slightly before leaving his skin once again.
Goten could feel her breath on his back as she approached. Her breaths falling candid on his already moist skin. "I care a lot about you," she spoke again. Her words murmured and buzzed lightly at his ears. She was close once again.
Her hands reached out, towards the front of his body. They frenzied and hovered over his planes before settling on his chest. They stroke briefly and traveled downwards toward his belly.
As her hands traveled on his chest, she settled her head on his right shoulder. Her hair, unbound, mingled and glued to his skin. She could feel his body harden. His back rigid.
She reached for his hands and encased them on her own. She guided one toward her shoulder, turning herself in the process.
She was in front, her arms around his neck and a view that about froze what was unfrozen of him. His hand was still on her shoulder when she slipped her shoulder, his hand gliding to her breast.
She gasped as he set his hand in place. Goosebumps broke on her body, a shiver of anticipation raging through. She leaned in towards him and kissed his jaw, sucking in the salty flavor he possessed. She moved closer to his side, setting a kiss on his earlobe.
She nuzzled his neck, her tongue tracing a line and hoping. She stopped at his earlobe again, but this time, her hand guided him again.
"Touch me."
The murmur was heeded this time as the bubbling laughter that Bra had submerged finally emerged. It's echoes mingled with the confident and answering eyes that Goten reflected at her.
He reached from behind, his back falling on the mattress, a squeal leaving Bra's mouth as he encaged her on his arms. He turned, turning her to be her back on the mattress. Her head landed on the soft pillows that had been covered by his own head just minutes before.
His hand hovered over her belly button, both noses touching, their breaths mingling. One touch and they were both lost. Leaning in, Bra took the incentive and brought his head down to hers.
Goten didn't need a second push to know what was wanted. He would have never thought that Bra would take the initiative on something like this. But he was glad she had.
Their lips meet. Her mouth opened and the fight to taste, to feel, and to know began. Their tongues swirled around in a pool of building passion, their bodies coming together following the struggle for power that their mouths wore on.
They separated as their embrace turned to seduction of the heart and soul. Their eyes enlaced together, their breathing ragged with the desire for more. They reached again, playing, wanting, reaching. Goten reached bellow her jaw on her neck. The pulse exciting more from the heated embrace.
He traveled upwards to her mouth once again but stopped. He moved slowly to her open lips, setting and molding each one with his owns. He distanced away, his eyes reaching magnetized for her own. He leaned in, letting his breath to caress her skin.
"As the princess desires."
* * *
The door slid open. It truly was a place fit for royalty.
The door opened to an enormous room which housed several pieces of furniture, which was guessed to be a room to receive guests or to just relax around.
Doing further explorations, the room that was looked for was found. No one would have guessed that he had actually spent a whole day doing nothing but sleep off. Who would have thought.
Movements from the bed alerted her that he already knew someone was in. He would be surprised, knowing that he had placed a lock on the door so that no one would go in unless it was completely imperative.
Well, this was important in her standards.
"Who is it?" His voice growled as he hadn't bothered to turn around toward the person invading his privacy. He had acknowledged that someone was in there, but it was not important to find out who.
He should be more attentive then.
He growled annoyed that no one had answered his question. He knew the person was still there.
"What do you want?" He ordered to the intruder.
"It's night once again Trunks," her voice alerted him. "What have you been thinking?"
He immediately turned around to the door. He found the object of his thoughts to be draped on a silken material that molded her figure to a second skin.
"You," he answered, afraid that silence would be his undoing.
"Mnm," she looked around the room, observing the outlook of the things inside. But the main attention was the center. A huge bed, lined with laces of soft and comfortable material. Royalty did have the finest to go around. "Nice."
He turned back to her as she uttered the word. Trunks was trying to see what was going on now.
"What are you doing here?" He asked softly. He didn't want to seem as if he didn't want her here. Oh, Kami. How much he wanted her here.
"I've been thinking," Pan told him as she walked around the room. Her hands exploring the fine wood and materials and decorated the room.
Trunks watched intently as every movement she made was outlined by the nightdress she wore on.
"It's time to start from zero once again," she continued her explanation once she had reached the bed. She watched him, noticing that he was covered to his waist by the sheet that was rumpled around his knees. He hadn't slept well.
That gave her satisfaction.
"No secrets, no incentives," she climbed to the bed like the predator she felt she was at that moment. She moved until he was leaning against the mattress and she had one arm to the other side of his body. "Just you and me." She brushed her upper body to his, watching and marveling as he closed his eyes momentarily.
"Nothing but you and me," she slipped the bangs out of his face. Her hands stilled as he pulled her body closer to his. "Right now."
"You're sure you want to take that chance?" Trunks asked, although she felt that by his crushing embrace that he wasn't going to let her slip away if she decided to say no right now. But who needed to play with that? She was here, he was here, they were here. That was all she wanted.
"Yes," she pushed herself on his entirely. Her body fitting in the space that he had conjured up for her to occupy. They fit like a glove.
As if to need the proof, Trunks assaulted her mouth with his own. He wanted to see if she matched the raw need that he felt for her. Notch by notch, breath by breath, beat by beat, she did.
"Now we are one," he murmured to her giving soul. "Just you and I."
ON ANOTHER PART OF THE PLACE............
"You know," Goten burrowed Bra deeper into his embrace. "It's been more than 24 hours since we've been here and the blasted thing hasn't opened."
He had expected Bra to just mumble something and continue to fall in his embrace but she jumped up, hyped.
"Oh my God!" She panicked. "What if someone does enter? The lock was supposed to go out hours ago." She turned to Goten, scared and mortified. "What if someone came in and saw us?"
"What?" Goten shot up to a sitting position as well. "You mean to tell me that the things been open since I woke up?"
Bubbling laughter came from Bra as she gazed at his face. The idea that he had been duped in some way came to him. Why was she laughing?
"I knew you were going to get worried in some way." Bra said in between gasps. "The door was locked from the outside as well but for a second day."
The racing breaths relaxed in him. But she had done it on purpose.
"You scared the hell out of me Bra," Goten growled as he pounced on her laughing position.
She slipped a split second before he could get there. But there was no escape. They were locked in and she had made sure that the door to the room would be closed for some time.
"Ah," she screamed as he caught her from behind and drove her struggling frame back towards the bed. "Let go."
"You have been a very bad girl," the illicit message was enough to excite her. His eyes were gleaming with payback, one she wouldn't mind at all.
"Yes," she accepted his statement. "A very bad girl." She muttered to his kisses. "Teach me to be good."
"My pleasure."
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Ok ay, you can get out your pitchforks and the persecution can begin. It was way over a month. One more week and I'd reach two months with no updating.
I could write a whole paragraph saying why it was late but the main reason is laziness.
Sorry to you all, but don't despair. I'm taking this week to get off my butt and start off with the next chapters. Expect the next one out in a day or two. My treat for being so late.
On another note, has anyone noticed that the temperature has risen incredibly. Oh my. This is the closest that I have ever been to write a lemon....
Hope you liked it readers... there's more to come.
Bye...
Moon Star
This is a Goten and Bra fan fiction. Pan and Trunks present... don't like them, don't read this.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters... with the exception of Agatha and Schial.
Arranged Love
Chapter 12 : Aftermath Loving --Part 2
Checking up to see that what had to happen actually happened wasn't something that Agatha really cherished. It was the tedious job that only made your existence seem like a nightmare instead of a miracle. Well, she could at least know that no one could do it.
It had all began at the meeting of the Prince, of those times, Vegeta and Breslin, the saiyan female warrior that had gotten his attention and captured what was actually the soft and love kept part of his heart. Agatha had never meet such stubborn people although she might be able to un-prove that statement.
It had been hell to keep both Bulma and Vegeta from just jumping at each other's throats when they were in the same room. It was such stubbornness that made her regret being a part of this court. No one was really interested in the more than 300 year old looking humanoid alien that was the 'nanny' of all the royal children that had ever been produced on Vegetasei. But then, no one had lived long enough to actually know it either.
Setting up her stance and her recitals, her eyes flashed with the power of the mater induce and she disappeared from view. Keeping her hands together but in a different place, she was able to move through the walls of the constructed 'palace' if it could be called that. She slipped from room to room, looking for the pair that she had to 'check' on.
Slipping through the floor of the structure, she paused at the couple who currently populated the simple bed of the chamber.
No matter what could be said, love at first sight was possible. And it had to take more than two occurrences to actually change Agatha's mind and admit that it was possible. It was a damn problem with the royal descendants of the planet. Vegeta father had fallen in love with Breslin not at first sight, but she had with him. And if only one of them falls at the first sight, the first meeting, they had just been destined for each other and all eternity.
Then, out of nowhere it had happened again. The hard cold hearted prince Vegeta had just taken one look at Bulma as she arrived on the planet for the dealings with her planet and he decided that he wanted her for only him. And she in turn had been attracted to him on a stronger manner as she just saw him in front of him, the wonder in his eyes, reflecting off of her own.
And now... it was the current prince's and princess' turn to fall into it. All of the males feel the urge of passion and lust at first, and have fallen knee deep into the hole without realizing it. Now, Bra, she was another manner entirely.
She had felt, she had known, and she had thrown it aside at the first glance. Goten on the other hand was someone she could really like as he wasn't stubborn and settled on something only. He had figured out what happened and had accepted it. Why couldn't they all just do that and live happily ever after?
They all had to put obstacles in the way and for what? Agatha was the one that tripped on them as she tried to keep everything in order to make life meaningful for everyone.
It was time to see her council.
She gave one last look at the happy pair that simply slept in each other's arms and levitated herself from the floor to the first part. She passed through the walls of the gravity machine and let the spell die. All was fine with them.
Taking another hallway entirely from the normal room wings, she turned and walked up to the last corridor. She was about to knock on the door when she heard the voices that carried the conversation she had failed to notice. She was getting really old.
Knowing who the two people were, she placed her figure in motion, setting the matter change molecules in alert that she was turning invisible again. She went through the wall with the same power she had before, and stood right before a serious Pan and a cross armed Bardock which was simply sitting on his bed.
"You wanted the truth. There it is," Agatha caught those finishing words as soon as she entered. Bardock twitched his nose, his eyes merely washing over the empty space that she covered and turned his eyes back to Pan who didn't notice the elapse of her great grandfather.
"How can it be that all of them are always bastards?" She asked to the open world. Bardock knew that she wasn't paying any attention to his presence anymore and he couldn't let that happen. They deserved the happiness that they had been put to share and it couldn't be that they would keep it away.
"Because that's how the universe works." Bardock answered her question. Pan finally turned back to him, a little surprise and shock on her face. Surprise that he was answering and shock at the frank and casual tone that he said such a great statement.
"How can you say that?" She gaped at him. "Not all males of all species are bastards."
"It's still a true statement." Bardock was not going to give an inch. "All that you are preoccupied of is of being hurt and actually finding that you can't live without someone who can hurt you." He remained in his stoic position. "Wake up Pan." Giving a hard glare, he stood up. "Life is too short for shortcomings. You either jump right in or don't."
"He told me what you said." Pan replied to his plead with a simple sentence.
"Enjoy it while you have it Pan," Bardock moved to where his great granddaughter stood and placed his hands on her face. He raised her face to meet his, seeing the hope that had shined since she had entered his chambers wanting for him to tell her all of Trunks exploits. "It won't always be there." He released her chin and placed himself to the windows of the suite to the outside. "This is simply a place to wonder for a little while. You'll loose everyone that you've ever loved sooner than you think and you may never see them again."
"Are you talking about.."
"I'm talking about you Pan," he cut her off. "This is a race that knows the reality of death. We live our lives knowing we might not be here on the next second. Everyone is looking for that special soul out there while we wait for our existence to go out like a candle and guess what," his eyes turned to hers sharply. "Not many find them."
"Bardock, please don't," Pan pleaded. She didn't really want to hear this.
Agatha smiled at what Bardock was getting at. It was true to it all too. We all wonder and ponder about our lives but they did live it to the fullest.
"Why not experience all that this life has to offer you?" He slipped the windows open. Light cut sharply through the shadows and darkness of the room, revealing the clear day that had surfaced from the day of storms. Good and beauty had emerged from the lightning and frightening bolts from the days before.
"And even though we are a race that lives for the offspring and the sex," he let his eyes turn to hers again to reaffirm his meaning. "Yes, sex, we look for the one we will never meet again. Some of us don't even meet it... some it's too late to really enjoy it." His voice had hit a low scale.
He face turned from the sadness to the same rigid demand he had earlier. "And here you are Pan," his eyes bored into hers. "A quarter saiyan but a saiyan nonetheless. You have found the soul you seek for and you are throwing it away."
"I'm not only a saiyan," Bardock scoffed at her demanding to take notice. He saw the anger that was sweeping her and would soon take hold of her.
"Humans have too much control for their own good," he scoffed at the word humans. "But we are all still the same. We sleep around, they sleep around. We multiply, they multiply. They find love, we find love. They throw it away, we cherish it." His eyes accused her of the crime.
Pan simply growled at his accusations and stormed out of his glance toward his door. She swept pass Agatha which simply moved out of the way and almost didn't give the door a chance to open automatically.
"You'll regret it later," his words caught her for a second, but she slipped away into anger again. "Just like I have."
The whisper was meant for her to hear it before she stepped out but, she was already out and moving out toward her room. She continued on as if she hadn't heard him, but he knew she had.
"Just like me."
Bardock waited for the door to close automatically before retreating from his window. He closed it fiercely, powerless for the road that Pan would take. He let the room sweep into darkness again before letting Agatha really into the room.
As he settled into his bed in his previous sitting position, Agatha stopped the spell. The matter turned to it's usual structure. Revealed, she closed her eyes, letting the memories of the deaths and suffering she had seen in him in those small and precious seconds.
"Has it changed?" She went right to the point.
Bardock took a moment to steady his breath. He closed his eyes and let it run through him one more time. Shaking his head, he replied. "No, it hasn't. It seems our world will breath it's last seconds still."
* * *
It had to be an hallucination. Goten realized as soon as he had opened his eyes. What else could explain the things that he was seeing and feeling? It was all because he was still under the influence of the fever. That had to be the cause of such images that were before him.
"Are you awake?" The sleepy female next to him asked as she burrowed herself deeper into his embrace. Her hand felt his forehead for a second and moved slowly off to his side. "You don't have your fever anymore."
That's when he realized that he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't hallucinating. And Bra was right next to him, on a bed, breathing at his torso exposed skin. He didn't know whether to cheer or feel repentant. Just what in the world had happened?
The images came then... He had taken leave of his senses and Bra had just kept on coming to him with her shirt dangling from her arms and pants scattered on the floor. So far so good. He had her spread across the table and she was responding to him as much as he was responding to her. As said before, so far so good.
And then, the prick. She had taken advantage of his administrations and had pulled the needle on him. All he remembered from then on was how apologetic she looked, and regrets. Yes, he had positively seen regrets in that picture. Well, not as much as he was.
He was glad that he had figured out just what in the world had happened but, what in the world then where they doing on a bed? From where did the whole room come from?
"Um, Bra?" He tried to get her attention.
Bra kept her eyes closed, but pressed her cheek deeper into his side. Who could blame her? She liked to cuddle. "Yes?"
"If nothing happened," he staggered in. "Then what the hell are we doing in a bed?" Her lips curved in a smile. He then noticed something he had failed to see before. "And why is it that you are completely naked?"
* * *
His last words haunted her through the time she spent splattered on her bed. Her eyes were closed, both with sleep and with the reminder that she was in her room, alone, with no one to see or share even the little common sound of her breath. Well, she had the whole day.
Pan moved upwards into a better position, burrowed into the sleep induced sheets and sighted with content. Maybe her dreams would shine some light into Bardock words. She didn't have the strength to give on a battle. Sleep conjured itself quickly, relaxing her troubles even if it was only for just a moment.
* * *
Whoever tried to get a word out of him only received a dark glare and a storming cloud that stormed out of the place. Trunks day hadn't been one of talks or sleep but one of worries and state decisions.
There were problems at the borders of Vegetasei and the Cherluin colony that had been there for only a few months of refuge. There had been killings, mysterious deaths and all that you could drag into the picture and it was his job to figure out what to do.
Instead of focusing on the problem, the whole damn day had been spent thinking of Pan. Pan... for even a second he damned the girl for making him think of her so much when he actually needed his sanity.
It's not as if the whole outcome of his decision didn't decide the fate of a whole race that had asked for refuge from Cold's regimes. No, war and death in his own planet was only the decision. Great, here was the part to why it sucked to be in charge of a whole planet and make these kind of decisions.
He had spent the whole day trying to think up ideas with the collaborators and had found some strategy that could make this all work. It had. Death had been stopped before it actually reared up the numbers. With this new decision this whole dispute would be put to rest and so would he.
Rest he needed. The knocking out of his senses would only let him be but a moment without her on his mind.
He entered his quarters slowly. His eyes dropping as he undressed toward his bath. He wasn't in the mood for something fancy or time consuming. Sleep was the only thing in his mind. So, he pressed for the warmth water and let it crash on him with all the power the pressure conjured up. It eased into his muscles. His eyes dropped closer off.
He turned off the water and dried himself quickly. Draping the towel over his waist, he opened the door and moved directly toward his bed. He raised the sheets and slipped in. A pleasant groan escaped his throat as he slipped off to the land of sleep and relaxation.
Perhaps this would be the place in which he would find the comfort of knowing that he hadn't lost his chance to find a great and worthy mate because of his past affairs.
* * *
It had been said that past lovers make the worst of friends. Sometimes that wasn't entirely true.
The place was coming to life as a new day had begun on the planet. It was time for a new day to pass and for the universe to slip away into time itself.
Damn it to hell, she was getting too philosophical today. And it was only the beginning of the day. Something was going to happen to her today. Screw it. Schial moved from side to side, knowing what she had to do. Sometimes she hated this, but it was her time to face a little confrontation from life.
Leaving her quarters, she lightly finger-combed her hair slightly. Her black hair softly trailed from behind, the need for a real comb not evident.
She passed the guards who simply nodded her presence as she passed.
She hated it when she had to do this. How could she associate herself with all the saiyans that had trouble in their love lives. She didn't know if it was in her blood but she had the worst luck ever.
She looked upwards in exasperation. At least now she knew better than to hope for any change.
She checked the numbers written on her hand and matched them to the door.
Here she went again.
Slipping in the code to enter, Schial clicked her shoes to the floor. She had to make sure that the person inside would know that she was coming.
All comments and whispers had been about the palace since the last day yesterday. Trunks had been in a foul mood since he had shown up and Schial didn't need three guesses to know what had been happening with him. She knew him well.
But her. She didn't know a thing about Pan.
All that she had to go by was that Bardock was in the middle somewhere and that might help matters somehow. Let's just hope that nothing had changed drastically in the last few days.
"Is that you Ban?" The question came from somewhere in the vicinity.
Both Pan and Trunks had spend the whole day sleeping in their rooms and she knew for once that it was of exhaustion of the soul and not of the body.
Here she went. To the wolf's den.
Pan emerged from the discovered kitchen she found on one of the rooms connected to hers. She had a plate of fruits on her hands, a half bitten apple in her hands. She was taking another bite when she looked at the person before her.
The door swooned close and the outside world was out of the way.
"You might find that they taste differently from the ones on your planet," Schial offered a smile as she walked to one of the chairs in the room and settled in. "There are a lot of climate differences between your planet and the one that harvested the seeds."
"I noticed," Pan replied to the explanation slowly. She was taking her time.
"I see that you are in a better mood from yesterday," Schial commented as Pan walked to the sitting area. She knew that she wanted her to get to the point of her visit.
"I know that you are wondering to what I'm doing here," Schial stated the obvious question that hovered at the silent room. "I'm going to get right to the point Pan."
She spoke the name with familiarity as if she had known her for a long time. Pan narrowed her eyes. What could she possibly say to her?
"I'm here about Trunks," she saw the tormented flash that passed through her eyes. "And not for the idea that you have seemed to have formed in your pretty little head."
"How could you possibly know what I'm thinking right now?" Pan asked, she crossed her arms as she set the rest of the apple down on the plate to join the other fruits.
"I don't want to know what you're thinking right now," Schial waved it aside. "I'm just preoccupied to where you will be focusing in next."
"Why did you come to talk about me?" Pan asked her suspiciously. Why was she here.
"Plain and simple," Schial reached for a fruit of her own and popped it in her mouth. She was hungry and one little fruit wouldn't hurt. "I want to know what you are planning on doing today about Trunks. And if the answer is not to my liking then I'm going to have no choice but to interfere."
"I'm sorry," Pan interrupted her smiling interrogation. "But I don't confide in strangers."
"My dear," Schial smirked. "We're not strangers."
The smirk alarmed Pan. What was she talking about?
"You're grandfather is my uncle, therefore; we are related by blood."
Pan could have choked on the piece of apple that she had just taken in. She almost swallowed it without really biting it.
After having regained her breath, she stared accusingly at her 'family'. "You don't just say something like that out of the blue." She choked out after having regained her breath. "Someone could die just like that."
"I knew you wouldn't," there was mist of laughter surging from her. She had a hand to her mouth, her eyes blinking back tears of laughter. "I knew I would laugh when I would see your expression."
"Who are you daughter of?" If she was family, she needed to find out which brother she came from.
"Turtles," she answered calmly. "He was the twin brother of Kakarotte."
"Was?"
"He died 3 months ago on a mission on the East Quadrant."
"Isn't that were King Cold rules over?" Pan needed to confirm it.
"It is," Schial reached for a second cherry and popped it on her mouth. "He was kind of like the ambassador of us in there. No one knows why he was killed or who killed him."
"I'm sorry," Pan finally realized that she hadn't offered any condolences to her father's death.
"Don't be," Schial smiled as she saw Pan's stance relax. This was the time. "But we got out of my true reason for being here."
She heard the distinct groan that Pan let out as she turned back to her original pursues.
"Let me tell you something about the current prince of all saiyans."
* * *
"Has anyone ever told you that you are one of the sexiest men in the universe?" Bra asked Goten as she settled a tentative kiss on his back.
Goten was sitting on the bed, facing the door while Bra sat behind him, her body pressed hard on his back. Her bare breasts tingled at the contact with his skin.
Maybe it was her but she felt that his temperature had risen. She felt the temperature rise steadily every time she pressed her hands to his sides. Could it be that he was blushing?
There was only one way to find out.
"Goten?" Bra untangled her hands from his neck and stopped all contact with him. "Are you alright?"
Her voice sounded of concern while her face showed a smile trying to break out. She observed the movement of his back muscles as she distanced herself from him.
They relaxed and she could definitely see that the color had subsided. Now, if she could only touch him to see if it was any different.
Goten had never been in a situation like this before. He had been seduced before but this was no planned seduction. There was a woman in his bed which claimed all of his attention and he had no idea of what to do.
Who would have thought he would be stuck on something so trivial? He was on fire. And this one was not one that he would be able to put out. Why did it have to happen like this?
"It's terribly hot in this place," he commented as he felt beads of sweat travel on his chest to his naval.
"I was trying to open the door when a short circuit happened on the air system." Bra tried not to let out the gale of laughter that was about to burst out. "The air is still flowing but the cold air conditioner it offline until the piece can be replaced."
That explained the infernal heat. Why she was naked, he could feel the heat probing and entering his own pores. He needed to cool off somehow. But, he didn't even know where on the place he was.
"I love you Goten," Bra interrupted the silence with her revelation. She pushed herself on him again. This time she reached lightly, as if blindly at him.
Her fingertips touched lightly at his shoulder blades. They traced slightly before leaving his skin once again.
Goten could feel her breath on his back as she approached. Her breaths falling candid on his already moist skin. "I care a lot about you," she spoke again. Her words murmured and buzzed lightly at his ears. She was close once again.
Her hands reached out, towards the front of his body. They frenzied and hovered over his planes before settling on his chest. They stroke briefly and traveled downwards toward his belly.
As her hands traveled on his chest, she settled her head on his right shoulder. Her hair, unbound, mingled and glued to his skin. She could feel his body harden. His back rigid.
She reached for his hands and encased them on her own. She guided one toward her shoulder, turning herself in the process.
She was in front, her arms around his neck and a view that about froze what was unfrozen of him. His hand was still on her shoulder when she slipped her shoulder, his hand gliding to her breast.
She gasped as he set his hand in place. Goosebumps broke on her body, a shiver of anticipation raging through. She leaned in towards him and kissed his jaw, sucking in the salty flavor he possessed. She moved closer to his side, setting a kiss on his earlobe.
She nuzzled his neck, her tongue tracing a line and hoping. She stopped at his earlobe again, but this time, her hand guided him again.
"Touch me."
The murmur was heeded this time as the bubbling laughter that Bra had submerged finally emerged. It's echoes mingled with the confident and answering eyes that Goten reflected at her.
He reached from behind, his back falling on the mattress, a squeal leaving Bra's mouth as he encaged her on his arms. He turned, turning her to be her back on the mattress. Her head landed on the soft pillows that had been covered by his own head just minutes before.
His hand hovered over her belly button, both noses touching, their breaths mingling. One touch and they were both lost. Leaning in, Bra took the incentive and brought his head down to hers.
Goten didn't need a second push to know what was wanted. He would have never thought that Bra would take the initiative on something like this. But he was glad she had.
Their lips meet. Her mouth opened and the fight to taste, to feel, and to know began. Their tongues swirled around in a pool of building passion, their bodies coming together following the struggle for power that their mouths wore on.
They separated as their embrace turned to seduction of the heart and soul. Their eyes enlaced together, their breathing ragged with the desire for more. They reached again, playing, wanting, reaching. Goten reached bellow her jaw on her neck. The pulse exciting more from the heated embrace.
He traveled upwards to her mouth once again but stopped. He moved slowly to her open lips, setting and molding each one with his owns. He distanced away, his eyes reaching magnetized for her own. He leaned in, letting his breath to caress her skin.
"As the princess desires."
* * *
The door slid open. It truly was a place fit for royalty.
The door opened to an enormous room which housed several pieces of furniture, which was guessed to be a room to receive guests or to just relax around.
Doing further explorations, the room that was looked for was found. No one would have guessed that he had actually spent a whole day doing nothing but sleep off. Who would have thought.
Movements from the bed alerted her that he already knew someone was in. He would be surprised, knowing that he had placed a lock on the door so that no one would go in unless it was completely imperative.
Well, this was important in her standards.
"Who is it?" His voice growled as he hadn't bothered to turn around toward the person invading his privacy. He had acknowledged that someone was in there, but it was not important to find out who.
He should be more attentive then.
He growled annoyed that no one had answered his question. He knew the person was still there.
"What do you want?" He ordered to the intruder.
"It's night once again Trunks," her voice alerted him. "What have you been thinking?"
He immediately turned around to the door. He found the object of his thoughts to be draped on a silken material that molded her figure to a second skin.
"You," he answered, afraid that silence would be his undoing.
"Mnm," she looked around the room, observing the outlook of the things inside. But the main attention was the center. A huge bed, lined with laces of soft and comfortable material. Royalty did have the finest to go around. "Nice."
He turned back to her as she uttered the word. Trunks was trying to see what was going on now.
"What are you doing here?" He asked softly. He didn't want to seem as if he didn't want her here. Oh, Kami. How much he wanted her here.
"I've been thinking," Pan told him as she walked around the room. Her hands exploring the fine wood and materials and decorated the room.
Trunks watched intently as every movement she made was outlined by the nightdress she wore on.
"It's time to start from zero once again," she continued her explanation once she had reached the bed. She watched him, noticing that he was covered to his waist by the sheet that was rumpled around his knees. He hadn't slept well.
That gave her satisfaction.
"No secrets, no incentives," she climbed to the bed like the predator she felt she was at that moment. She moved until he was leaning against the mattress and she had one arm to the other side of his body. "Just you and me." She brushed her upper body to his, watching and marveling as he closed his eyes momentarily.
"Nothing but you and me," she slipped the bangs out of his face. Her hands stilled as he pulled her body closer to his. "Right now."
"You're sure you want to take that chance?" Trunks asked, although she felt that by his crushing embrace that he wasn't going to let her slip away if she decided to say no right now. But who needed to play with that? She was here, he was here, they were here. That was all she wanted.
"Yes," she pushed herself on his entirely. Her body fitting in the space that he had conjured up for her to occupy. They fit like a glove.
As if to need the proof, Trunks assaulted her mouth with his own. He wanted to see if she matched the raw need that he felt for her. Notch by notch, breath by breath, beat by beat, she did.
"Now we are one," he murmured to her giving soul. "Just you and I."
ON ANOTHER PART OF THE PLACE............
"You know," Goten burrowed Bra deeper into his embrace. "It's been more than 24 hours since we've been here and the blasted thing hasn't opened."
He had expected Bra to just mumble something and continue to fall in his embrace but she jumped up, hyped.
"Oh my God!" She panicked. "What if someone does enter? The lock was supposed to go out hours ago." She turned to Goten, scared and mortified. "What if someone came in and saw us?"
"What?" Goten shot up to a sitting position as well. "You mean to tell me that the things been open since I woke up?"
Bubbling laughter came from Bra as she gazed at his face. The idea that he had been duped in some way came to him. Why was she laughing?
"I knew you were going to get worried in some way." Bra said in between gasps. "The door was locked from the outside as well but for a second day."
The racing breaths relaxed in him. But she had done it on purpose.
"You scared the hell out of me Bra," Goten growled as he pounced on her laughing position.
She slipped a split second before he could get there. But there was no escape. They were locked in and she had made sure that the door to the room would be closed for some time.
"Ah," she screamed as he caught her from behind and drove her struggling frame back towards the bed. "Let go."
"You have been a very bad girl," the illicit message was enough to excite her. His eyes were gleaming with payback, one she wouldn't mind at all.
"Yes," she accepted his statement. "A very bad girl." She muttered to his kisses. "Teach me to be good."
"My pleasure."
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Ok ay, you can get out your pitchforks and the persecution can begin. It was way over a month. One more week and I'd reach two months with no updating.
I could write a whole paragraph saying why it was late but the main reason is laziness.
Sorry to you all, but don't despair. I'm taking this week to get off my butt and start off with the next chapters. Expect the next one out in a day or two. My treat for being so late.
On another note, has anyone noticed that the temperature has risen incredibly. Oh my. This is the closest that I have ever been to write a lemon....
Hope you liked it readers... there's more to come.
Bye...
Moon Star