Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bad ❯ Want ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, nope not at all. They're not mine. DBZ/DBGT, WB toons, and any possible song I might decide to add to spice things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever mine. Right now The Offspring's 'I Want You Bad' is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it's not mine…damn.

Author's notes: The majority of this story will be told from Bra's point of view and as always, I'll end up referring to events that have happened in my other fics here oh and I'm gonna try something a little different. Italics, for the most part will refer to the above-mentioned song's lyrics. Also, Bra is nineteen, so I guess that puts Goten at thirty-three (I think). Enjoy! BAD Chapter 1…Want

By: Ember Maxximus

The humid air made the heat of the scorching sun all the more intense this late Saturday afternoon. The sun blazed high above in the cloudless sky and if I had not known any better, I would of sworn that the distant star was focusing all its potent energy on me, in a tenacious death grip to cook the living shit out of me or at least give me a killer sunburn. But on this day, I did not mind at all. The home for infinite losers could freeze over in a catastrophic ice storm and mountains could crumble into the seven seas and I wouldn't give a single solitary fuck. Just so long as this moment continued to exist. This moment of pain mingled with pleasure was just about all a woman could wish for, well at least this woman, and as fate mocked me with his closeness and his unreciprocated affections I took the opportunity to sink my teeth into the salty warm sweat covered flesh of the arm of my gorgeous sparring partner whom just so happened to have me in the mother of all headlocks.

Obviously surprised by my dirty little move, he suddenly released his vice grip hold allowing me to spin around and deliver a roundhouse kick to his midsection, sending the object of my affection, plummeting in a trail of golden energy, into a jagged rock formation a hundred yards below. I winced at the rather loud boom his Adonis like body made as he was impacted into the stone, contemplating whether or not I should let him taste my Gallic Gun and finish him but this was positively too much fun so I thought perhaps I'll allow this to draw out a bit longer.

Licking my lips, I relished the taste of his Ki infused blood on my lips. He tasted like candy and I craved more. The seconds passed into a minute and I began to grow impatient waiting for him to emerge from his temporary prison. Kami, perhaps I should just let him have the old Gallic Gun if he persists on staying idle like a bump on a log. I crossed my arms over my chest, drumming my fingers against my forearm; a bad habit I inherited from my parents. One minute. I'll allow him sixty more seconds to recuperate from my tiny little love tap before I Ki blast him to the center of the planet.

So, I waited. The seconds ticked by slower than my grandmother's driving on a Sunday afternoon and I continued to wait, allowing him the promised minute to show himself once and for all. I was eternally grateful as a soft breeze touched my bare shoulders and then I felt I light tapping on my arm. Tapping on my arm? I spun around with lightning speed but to no avail I was utterly unprepared for his attack. Like an NFL football player, Son Goten, fazed into sights, charging me like some rabid rhinoceros and tackling me backwards into the hard earth below. I powered up to Super Saiyan and stomped on my airbrakes, but it was simply too late. Damn, my pride, I should have expected more from a Son.

My air forcefully expelled itself from my lungs and I felt my vertebrate crack as we violently impacted the ground below. Ouch. I inhaled deeply, trying to recollect my lost breath. Unfortunate for me the air was accompanied with mouthfuls of settling dirt and rock from our crash. Blinking the stars from my eyes I tried to regain my ground, but it wasn't happening. He was straddled across my chest and he had pinned my hands above my head. Kami, for the life of me I couldn't move, but on second thought I rather enjoyed lying on the ground with him above me. I felt warm butterflies announce their presence in the pit of my belly and for one moment I imagined what it would be like to feel this Golden Warrior sheath his sword into the warm flesh of my hungry sex.

"So, you like to be on top?" I asked, wrapping my long legs around his torso and trying to wriggle free of his unbreakable grip. As I presumed, my comment shocked him. A warm blush began to rise on his cheeks staining them crimson and for some reason I found the blush along with the blonde Super Saiyan tresses and matte teal eyes just plain irresistibly cute like the way Elmyra Duff from The WB's Tiny Toon Adventure cartoon gushes over wittle bitty animals. Yes, I wanted to love him and hug him and kiss him and touch him and tie him up…all in that order.

For one instant too, I believed he felt the same way. He eased his face ever so close to mine and I felt the heat of his breath touch my lips. His masculine scent invaded and overpowered my senses and I tightened my legs around his midsection and closed my eyes awaiting his touch. He didn't kiss me, instead I felt his breath travel over my jaw line and stop at my ear, inhaling deeply, he whispered, "Biting isn't nice B-chan."

I kept my eyes closed, enjoying his closeness, "I fight to win by any means necessary, Goten. I thought you knew that."

To my utmost surprise he answered, "So do I." I couldn't help but laugh, a Son fighting dirty…whatever. "You find this funny?" He asked, a bemused expression on his. Was he actually being serious? Just the same I nodded my head and chuckled as I continued to attempt to free myself.

"I understand then," he replied seriously, the underlying tone of his voice causing my body to involuntarily shiver. "I'll show you just how dirty I can play." My heart raced and I could feel my blood pounding in my ears as I hoped against all hope that he'd show me exactly how dirty he could be. And he did. Touching my belly his fingers traced upwards stopping at my sensitive side and he proceeded to tickle me for all I was worth.

I screamed as he assaulted my sides. I was practically paralyzed and unable to move as he tickled away my exposed skin and I couldn't believe it when he blew a zurbert* my belly. My Kami, I haven't been zurberted since I was two and now as I reminiscence that fact, I believe he was the one whom had done it last as well. I continued in my frenzied screaming and laughing as I thrashed about trying to escape his torturous ministrations. Thank my lucky stars that Pappa isn't here to witness this, then I'd surely never hear the end of this. Somehow through the fog of my persecution I could faintly hear my name being called out, "Bra, all you have to do is say the magic word and I'll stop."

If he continued his ministrations I would indubitably wet my pants. Lovely. "Never!" I managed to gasp through this heinously unfair tickle torture.

"Do you give, say uncle!" he sweetly demanded of me, but I would not yield, never. If I could just get him to spar with me for real then perhaps I could knock some sense into him. But, in the mean time I inwardly smirked at my own creativity to thwart his devious fingers.

"Pappa what are doing here?" I asked the empty space behind him. That did it. Goten expression was priceless as he leapt off me faster than I new he could possibly move. I really wish I had brought a camera. He looked back and forth searching for my father, whom wasn't even here. Stepping up behind him I lightly tapped his shoulder as he had done to me only minutes before. As soon as he turned around I decked him as hard as I could square in the jaw. The scene before me seemed to unravel in slow motion as his head snapped back followed by his body as the momentum of my punch sent him gracelessly sailing through the air, slamming him into the same exact spot that I sent him to earlier this afternoon with my kick. I went to him slowly, right now I was winning this little match and I couldn't afford to let him surprise me with another tickle attack. But, it was evident as I approached him that he was out cold.

"Hey old man," I softly spoke, nudging his slumped form with my hand. He remained motionless so against better judgment I sat in his lap straddling him as he had done to me earlier. I cringed with remorse as I noticed the bite wound and the darkening bruise forming on his chin and for reasons unbeknownst to me I kissed his arm and his chin. I was guiltily trying to kiss it better, I suppose. "If you could only read my mind, you would know that things between us aren't right," I spoke under my breath to him. Then I noticed his bottom lip, I didn't recall splitting it open, but nonetheless I bent to kiss that better as well. Mmm, he smells so good and tastes even better. Why, I was kissing an incapacitated man was beyond me, because if the shoe had been on the other foot, well it would've been on the other foot, and I don't think I would've taking too kindly to my unconscious treatment. But for some reason I couldn't help myself. I suckled his lip one last time, cleaning it of dirt and blood when out of the blue he began to kiss me back.

He kissed me hesitantly at first, slowly tasting my tongue with his own. His strong arms came around my waist pulling me closer to his bare chest as my hands traveled to encircle themselves in his ebony locks. Wow! It was so much nicer to have a participating partner. Where did that thought come from, I pondered? Then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. He pushed me off him and in a matter of a second we were both on our feet.

"What gives?!" I asked, not intending to sound as angry as I did.

"What gives?" he repeated, Kami, I hate when he does that; repeating my question or answering a question with another question. "Why were you kissing me?" he asked startled.

"I was just kissing your cut better." Did I just say that? He must think I'm the biggest dork. "No one told you to kiss me back Son Goten. Why were you kissing me back?" I countered. I didn't do anything wrong, right?

"You are my best friend's sister. I can't just kiss you." He argued back. Kami, he looked so hot when he was angry. Fine. He can't just kiss me. He didn't say he didn't want to kiss me; just that he couldn't because Trunks is my brother and his best friend. I'll just kiss him then. And I did. It felt right, natural, Saiyan. I belonged with a Saiyan man. Let my brother be damned if he or anyone else couldn't accept my choices and decisions in life. I melted into him and he returned these emotions, lifting me, cupping my derriere and it felt so right. Then the little bastard did it again. He pushed me away from him, taking three steps away from me as if I were poison. "I'm sorry Bra, but I can't don this."

Now I was getting angry. This was a simple decision; black and white, why he wanted to make it more complicated was beyond me. "Goten, you know what your problem is," I began, "your one vice, is you're too nice." There I said it.

"I can't do this Bra, I'm sorry." Then he blasted into the sky, leaving me.

Men. Why do they have to be so difficult? I rubbed my temples, though it did no good. I felt the beginnings of a headache fast approaching. By the Kai's, by Kami, and with every ounce of my being…I wanted him bad.

TOO BE CONTINUED…

Zurbert - that annoying little blowing on ones belly, usually a child or infant, to make them laugh. Also, sounds like a fart.