Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bad ❯ Broken Hearts ( Chapter 6 )

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BAD -

Chapter 6…Broken Hearts

By: Ember Maxximus

Tears clouded my vision as I slammed the door to his apartment. I need to think and be alone. I need to contemplate his implausible betrayal of my trust, my heart, and my love. I stormed down the two flights of steps leading towards the parking lot, nearly tripping over them in my haste.

"Bra!" Goten urgently shouted my name as I reached the last step. Bastard! I lowered my Ki to practically nothing, standing statue still, I waited under the stairwell listening to his heavy footfall as he exited his apartment home. I carelessly wiped away the tears that freely flowed over the apples of my cheeks. I refuse to allow him the satisfaction of witnessing them.

Goten frantically searched the dark horizon for any trace my whereabouts. Thank Kami, the fool didn't have the sense enough to realize I was right under his nose, literally.

He leapt over the third floor railing, blasting off into the inky nighttime blackness towards West Capitol, my hometown, leaving a sparkling trail of energy in his wake. Oddly, he reminded me of a falling star.

I tossed the capsulated vehicle onto the tarmac. The smoke disappeared revealing a small jet. I quickly sat in the driver's seat, wanting to get as far away from here as I could and I did. I'm not sure how long I aimlessly flew my jet around. Why did Goten have to betray me so callously? I thought he was the one, my soul mate. Damn it! Just wishful thoughts of my naïve heart, I was so blind, so foolish.

The ring of my cell phone brought me back to reality. It must be mom, it is pretty late, and then I noticed the name displayed on the caller ID - Goten. So the faithless bastard wants to talk. As if! What does he expect from me, to just sit back and let him have his cake and eat it too. Fuck him, I don't need this drama, I'm better than this. I reached for the phone, promptly turning the annoying gadget off.

I need to be alone to think, to contemplate everything right now. I need to be away from my father's questioning gaze, my mother's inquisitive probing, and my brother's overprotective rants and promises to break both arms of the culprit who left me in such an emotional upheaval. Or worse, Mr. Casanova Playboy, no thank you, tonight I'll find alternative sleeping accommodations.

I landed on the helicopter patch atop Capsule Corp main skyscraper shortly before four a.m. The lack of sleep was finally catching up to me and I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in my mom's private executive sleeping quarters adjacent to her barely used office.

I think I can only recall one time ever that she actually pulled an all nighter and stayed here. At least not since Trunks began to work at the company. Needless to say my mother wasn't exactly thrilled to come home the following morning to discover that my father had prepared uncooked pork chops and raw chicken gizzards for supper. She fussed at him for two weeks straight at the possibility of my brother and I getting salmonella or E. coli.

After bypassing all the intense security features, I made my way to the tremendously large bedroom, without so much as removing my shoes. I fell exhausted into the bed and immediately fell asleep.

I watched him; I had been observing him for the better part of an hour. He was completely unaware of my presence as he meandered through the seedy downtown club district of lower Satan City. Kami, I hated this part of town. It was littered with filth, graffiti tagged every wall and prostitutes openly offered their services alongside dope pushers with no interferences from the local law agencies. Pathetic. Goten looked over his shoulder then walked into the small bar. I waited on the opposite side of the street for him to exit, pretending to be preoccupied with the elaborate window display at the "The Bondage Shop."

Ten minutes had passed before I decided to follow him inside. I nearly gagged as I entered the bar. The cloud of smoke was so thick and mingled with the stench of body odor along with the vague scent of vomit made me nauseas. Why would Goten be in an awful place like this?

He sat alone, sipping his usual apple martini. Oh Kami, he definitely has some explaining to do. I walked through the crowd of barely dressed women vying for the attentions of some muscle bound tattooed pool hustler and further into the group of lonely nameless faces searching for whatever they believed that they might find here. Nameless faces guzzling beer and puffing on "homemade" cigarettes decorated the sleazy joint. I could get high just from sheer contact in this place.

A thin blonde eased herself besides my man, "Hey handsome, I'm Buffy, and you're hot," she giggled, tossing her ,poorly dyed yellow locks over her shoulder and placing her Lee Press On nail fingertips on his thigh. No she didn't!

"I am, huh?" he said eyeing her like a hunter stalking quarry, "So UPS let you off work in time to come hang out in a place like this?"

"I don't work for UPS, silly," she added leaning her elbows on the counter and squeezing her bosom together.

"Are you sure about that, I saw you checking out my package."

"Oh," she laughed, leaning into him, rubbing her breasts on his arm, "You're sooo funny."

No way. That bastard. I pushed my way through the bizarre patrons closing our gap in seconds. "Helllooo! I'm standing right here! Explain!"

"And. You say that like I'm suppose to care," he cruelly added, snaking his arm around her waist.

"Do you know her?" The blonde inquired, nonchalantly reaching for his drink, sipping the concoction.

"Sometimes."

I stared at him in utter disbelief, rendered totally speechless from his harsh words. What in the home for infinite losers is his major malfunction? Did he just say what I thought I heard? As the comment finally hit home, I retaliated in the only way I could think of, I drew my fist back and clocked him square in the jaw.

"Hands off Blue, he's mine tonight, take a number," she pressed her glossy red lips to his forming bruise while he smirked carelessly back at me.

"You two zenni slut!" I drew my hand back to slap the little home wrecker, though before I made contact…

"Bra, Bra, honey wake up."

I sat up slowly and looked around, remembering that I had slept in my mother's executive office suite and the reasons why I had chosen to seek sanctuary here. She cupped my face in her palms, her sky blue orbs penetrating my own, her worried concerned expression making her look her age. "We were so worried when we realized you hadn't come home last night."

"Gomen, I just wanted to be alone last night." Kami, I feel guilty for making her fret, I should've called.

"You missed your work out with Vegeta this morning and Goten stopped by last night too, I thought that was weird, is everything alright?" At the mere mention of his name I could feel my throat constrict and eyes water. "Oh honey," she cooed, pulling me into her embrace. "Tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you." I rested my cheek on her shoulder, staining her blazer with my tears and wept hard, uncontrollably sobbing like a child.

I'm not sure how long she held me, stroking my hair just like she would when I was a child. "Momma, I was thinking and I believe you're right," I whispered into her jacket.

"About what, honey?" Confusion obvious in her tone.

"I think I'm ready to start school."

"Really Bra, where?" She tightened her embrace, continuing to stroke my hair.

"Toulouse University in France, major in business and minor in fashion." I choked out. I silently pleaded that she would allow me my reasons and not bombard me with who's, what's, where's, how's, and why's.

"I'll make the calls then." I sighed my relief; this is for the best I know it.

"Thank you Momma, can we keep this a secret between you and me?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I want it to be a surprise when I start working here." I felt terrible lying to her. I didn't want Trunks or ChiChi or Pan or anyone else to let Goten know my intentions. It will be my decision and on my terms that will decide if, when, and where I'll ever see him again.

"I'll only tell your father, alright B. Well, I'll see if I can pull some strings and get you in this semester" she pulled away, warmly smiling.

"Okay, kaasan."

"Why don't you wash up, I have some extra clothes in the closet," she rose to leave, walking to the room's exit, "And Bra, running away from your problems won't resolve anything, when you're ready to talk I'm here for you."

"Domo Arigatou."

I showered and changed as she had suggested. I felt so much better and I was truly pleased to learn that my first day at the posh Parisian university was to begin the day after next. Being the daughter of a super mogul business tycoon certainly had its perks. I brush up on my French and put my discrepancies with Son Goten behind me in the past where they belong and better myself as well as continue the prosperity of the family company for mother, father, Trunks… for me

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"Wake up," the familiar masculine voice ebbed into my dreamless slumber, "Goten, wake up."

I cracked a weary eye to look into clean-cut visage of my oldest friend. Pushing off the cool concrete I slowly sat up. Concrete? My back is killing me. "Hey Trunks," I groggily croaked, rising to stand beside Mr. G.Q. Capsule Corp. Vice President himself.

"Care to explain why you slept on my sister's balcony last night," he inquired eerily looking akin to his sire in stance and scowl alike. Trunks, Trunks, Trunks…forever the older protective brother, haven't you realized that the child you try to protect has become a woman in every sense of the word.

"I'll explain everything over some coffee," I exasperatedly intoned, dusting off my wrinkled clothes and running my fingers through tangled locks.

"It's that bad," he inquired, cocking a lavender eyebrow.

"That's the understatement of the year," I muttered, earnestly searching his stoic features for any sign that he might have an idea of the current dilemma, but I saw only concern. Trunks reached into his inside pocket of his tailored Ralph Lauren suit removing a small cellular phone.

"Yes, Alexa, it's Trunks can you clear my schedule until 10 a.m. I have some personal matters to attend." Short sweet and to the point. Trunks was the epitome of cool businessman.

"Alright then, we'll go out and grab some coffee and breakfast…after you get washed up." He turned his nose up making a gagging expression, "What's that cologne you're wearing? Could it be, Eau de Drunk Slut at the Mall?"

"Man, don't even joke, last night was the worst ever." I've always appreciated his comedic endeavors before, but not today…not today.

"Worst than being eaten by Majin Buu?" he continued, still trying improve my mood.

"Yes."

"Worst than being possessed by Babi?" His feeble attempts to shine light on the situation only served to increase my desperation to find Bra. The woman was rash, stubborn, hotheaded and the love of my life, which is all the more reason to find her quickly before she does something we'll both regret. I can only begin to imagine what's racing through her mind and I'm positive it's not good.

NEXT CHAPTER…Fear of Flying - Bra arrives in Paris and discovers an old acquaintance while Goten reveals his relationship to a not so happy Trunks.

Kaasan - mother

Domo Arigatou - thank you very much

*Special thanks to MLDBZtoo Group…you guys are great!

A/N: My apologies for this chapters' shortness and many, many thankyous' for all the wonderful emails, reviews, and feedback they really meant a lot and did the trick to kick my muse's ass in gear. Hopefully I will have the next update much, much sooner than this; ch7's already partially written. Again, I blame my muse…she's a rotten little nymph, but has her uses. I have a question too ^_^… Can anyone recommend any good Fushigi Yuugi, Ayashi no Ceres, Blue Seed, InuYasha, Kenshin, His & Her Circumstances (err…I think that's all of them) fanfics and websites.

Also I'd like to respond to a review. I write slang and foul language into my stories especially for any "Mary Jane" type characters because I like to. It's a reflection of my adolescence, it's the way I talk and a way for me to put a piece of myself into my work. Tia, Tamara, Conchita, Clueless Cashier Cheryl, Elvia DarkDragon, Blaze, Brittney, Heracio Farley are all a tiny pieces of me. Tia and Tamara's excessive slang was to suggest their non-anglo backgrounds and suburban upbringings. I hope that clarifies things up and gives a little insight on my writing ^_^V

~EM