Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drifting Bliss ❯ Invitations ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 06.13.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. If you don't like the pairing, then don't read this.
Goten and Bra get their selves on a cruise that goes through the Caribbean. With no knowledge of the other, they accept the tickets to escape something that keeps hounding them both. Just a day from taking off, they find each other on the boat finding out that what they've been running away from, was right there in front of them.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters used in this story.
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 1: Invitations
"Oh, come on," Pan followed her friend through the apartment. "Don't you want to have some peace and quiet for some time before beginning your job?"
"I do," affirmed Bra as she continued to move the boxes to and fro the rooms of the apartment. "I just want to have everything ready."
"Stop with the excuses Bra," Pan commanded taking the box from her hands and setting her about her shoulders. "You have well over two weeks to set this right and you most than anyone else wanted to get out of your parents home and the city for that matter. You live fifty miles from all of us."
Her tone was firm and condescending at the same time. She knew what her friend wanted but she wanted to help rather than to let her go about on her own.
"A week or less of leisure at thousands of miles from here will be all that you may need." Pan shocked her shoulders in an authorative manner. "You are going on that cruise if I have to tie you to it myself. You need a break and if I have to do something extreme, I will."
Pan sat Bra down on one of the boxes that were still unopened and faced her. There was a silent minute of just eye interaction between them. Finally, Pan decided that it was time to put it down before them both.
"Tell me the truth," she said directing herself to her long time friend. She saw the way that her eyes diverted their gaze somewhere else as if afraid that she would discover something in them. Pan remembered that Bra had many times shown on her eyes her feelings and her distress. Knowing that her friend could discover her, she looked elsewhere trying to apace things and not give anything away.
"Please," Pan moved her face to hers again. "Are you so afraid to let me know what goes on with you?" She took on a painful expression. She was hurting because of the reaction of her friend. "You're like a sister so me Bra. Why not just let it out and tell me?"
Bra couldn't say what she was thinking or what she was planning on saying. For the first minute that she and Pan had spent looking at each other, she knew that without something. That something being an explanation or a something else as if a secret that was between them that had to be revealed.
"It's just that," Bra tried to explain what she wanted in words that wouldn't show something else but what she wanted Pan to see. She saw the eagerness on her friend's face and the relief of the trust between them not have been broken.
Maybe this was a mistake. Bra reflected on her mind as she saw the way her friend looked. She was preoccupied for me and I can't even talk straight to her without fearing for myself and not for the special friendship that we've shared for all of these years of our lives.
"I don't know how to say it," Pan groaned as she identified the way her friend always got her shell encased around her so easy with those little words. She just wanted to punch her in the face and be straight than to wait for the word game that was about to ensue before her. God, she was never this condescending with anyone else. There had to be something wrong with her, there just must be.
"I'm giving you the opportunity to not have to explain anything to me," Pan decided to use the best approach on the subject. "All I want for you is to take this ticket," she extended her arm and placed the ticket's on Bra's hands. "And go on that cruise and forget that all of us exist for a week and enjoy yourself."
Bra didn't know what to say to that. It wasn't like Pan to give up on things like this. She must truly be concerned for her. Maybe she should just come forth and tell her the truth, but how could she. She didn't understand it herself. All she knew is that she felt the urge to get away from them. She wanted to be alone in the days to think and reflect on what was right for her and no one else.
The apartment was what she always wanted. A place away from all of them and her own sanctuary. She didn't have to account to anybody and she had the money to spend without having to count on someone else to do it for her. She had gone far this time to get her happy, Bra realized as she saw and remembered her friend doing anything she wanted.
Pan's parting words got her out of her thoughts. "The sun will be good for you."
Without even realizing it, she herself knew that her resolve was made. She wanted to go on that cruise. She wanted to get away from this and she might as well accept the gift from her friend. She had earned it too. She had finished her studies and was going to begin work on one of the best prestige firms of the city.
"Thank you Pan," she heard herself thank her friend although she knew that she wouldn't hear her. "You always knew what I needed."
***
"I think it's time," Goten walked through the floor of the office of his best friend. This was killing him. The silence of it. He couldn't take it anymore. He swore that if he looked at them again, he would just burst and say it. He was never one to be able to hide something. Especially if it was something as grand as this one. There was no way that he would survive this without some closure from the world.
"Time for what?" Trunks asked as he entered his office. If he could read my mind, thought Goten. He would skin me alive right here in this spot.
"Nothing important," Goten replied trying to keep himself under control. "Did the meeting go well?"
"As best as it could ever be," Trunks answered as he shock his head. "I'm beginning to hate this job."
"You've been at it for over ten years Trunks," Goten reflected. "You're beginning to show lines on your face from the strain of the job.
"Look who's talking." Trunks resorted at his best friend.
"What are you talking about," said Goten as inconspicuous as he could do it.
"I'm talking about this," Trunks moved to his friend and sat before him. "You are going crazy."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I've seen and noticed the way that you've been acting lately. It's been over a month and you haven't even cracked a smile. Every time I look at you, you've got this serious thinking look on your face and as if you are far away on another dimension."
Goten tried to form words to rebut what his friend was telling him but he couldn't. He couldn't open his mouth without thinking that he would say it. He didn't want to say anything that he might regret.
"That's why I made this decision," Goten finally heard what his friend was saying. A decision, what decision? What could be Trunks up to? Had he found out?
"What decision?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Trunks smiled at the preoccupied face that his friend showed.
"What are you up to Trunks?" Goten looked as if a cat had just drawled up his pants. After trying to get it out of him, Goten gave up. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing irrational," Trunks started to open some of the files on his desk. "It won't kill you."
"Is it involved with pain?"
"I don't think so," he simply answered. "It has something to do with leisure."
"A holiday, free day, off work related?" Goten was calming down again.
"I won't say until I get what I want Cathy to give me," Trunks closed the matter by shutting up and getting engrossed on the paper before him.
"So I have to annoy it out of her?"
"You won't be able to," Trunks realized. "I made it really specific that you won't be informed. If she does, I told her that she wouldn't have her job for tomorrow."
"That's a tad extreme."
"It isn't if you don't want a certain someone to find out." Trunks pointed out and started to talk about the new proposal that the offices were bringing for the new association that they were planning.
An hour later, Trunks phone began to ring. It was the extension from his secretary.
"What is it Cathy?" He asked as he finished his talk with his business partner and best friend.
"It just arrived," she answered and the door swished open as she entered with something on her hands.
"Thank you Cathy," Trunks smiled at the old secretary which had been with his mother before. "I'll have to take you to dinner some time."
"You've been owing me one for many years Trunks," she answered playfully. It was their own little joke. "I'm starting to think that you're not a man of your word."
"Kami forbid," he said both of them laughed as she emerged from the office toward her desk.
Goten waited impatiently for Trunks to finally give him what was in that thing. He knew pretty well that it was his suppose leisure. He just hoped that he wouldn't regret what ever it was.
"You know," Began Trunks to explain why he did this. "I've noticed that you've been out of your mind and head for months going now. First, I thought that it had something with you working too much and too hard. But as time passed, it became clear that it wasn't something work related. It was just interfering with your work. Now, I know that you've always told me what has been troubling you and you've trusted me for my judgment. I don't know why is it that whatever it's on your mind, that you won't tell me but it seems to me that you need to run away from something. What it is, I don't know that and I think that if you haven't told me it's for the best.
"Here," he patted the box on his desk. "This is a present that I want you to have because of all the work that you've put into the deal with the Rogers. Now, I want you to take this." He opened the box from one side and took out a piece of paper that looked like that to Goten. "Take this cruise and pull yourself together. It's like you're going to burst and blow one of these days."
You would if you knew what I was thinking. Goten was relieved that his friend couldn't read minds. Very glad. It wouldn't be fun to have been killed by his best friend and there being no more dragonbals was a really bad thing if he had to have been wished back. He glanced at what was written and found it to be a ticket for a cruise on the Caribbean.
"Thank me when you get back." Trunks walked up to his friend. "Let's see if you find a girlfriend to get your head out of the clouds and this place you have been putting yourself into.
"I don't know what to say," that was true. Goten didn't know what to say to Trunks. He had no idea of what to do. To accept or to decline. It was a good offer for what Goten had been thinking. He would be miles away from here with the hot sun on his face. This is what he needed. The space that he would be putting behind this for some days was what he wanted.
He stood up and made way for the door. It opened and he stopped. He looked back at his friend and gave him his lazy smile. "I think this is what the doctor needed to order me."
"Glad to help patient," Trunks waved as his friend made his way out of the office and out of the building. He went to the window and watched him get onto his car and take off. His private extension rang. It had to be her.
"How are you?" He answered the phone with that greeting.
"Good, how about dinner?"
"I was about to ask the same thing," the line beeped signalizing the finish of the call as Trunks got the keys of his car from his bureau. He passed his secretary whistling giving away his destination without meaning to. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the garage.
"He's meeting with her again," Cathy hid her smile as she continued to look after her papers. "I'll expect a wedding soon."
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This is the first chapter of what I think will be a very promising story. I hope that you've all liked what you've read and I expect you'll see more coming your way soon.
See you all later…
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction. If you don't like the pairing, then don't read this.
Goten and Bra get their selves on a cruise that goes through the Caribbean. With no knowledge of the other, they accept the tickets to escape something that keeps hounding them both. Just a day from taking off, they find each other on the boat finding out that what they've been running away from, was right there in front of them.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters used in this story.
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 1: Invitations
"Oh, come on," Pan followed her friend through the apartment. "Don't you want to have some peace and quiet for some time before beginning your job?"
"I do," affirmed Bra as she continued to move the boxes to and fro the rooms of the apartment. "I just want to have everything ready."
"Stop with the excuses Bra," Pan commanded taking the box from her hands and setting her about her shoulders. "You have well over two weeks to set this right and you most than anyone else wanted to get out of your parents home and the city for that matter. You live fifty miles from all of us."
Her tone was firm and condescending at the same time. She knew what her friend wanted but she wanted to help rather than to let her go about on her own.
"A week or less of leisure at thousands of miles from here will be all that you may need." Pan shocked her shoulders in an authorative manner. "You are going on that cruise if I have to tie you to it myself. You need a break and if I have to do something extreme, I will."
Pan sat Bra down on one of the boxes that were still unopened and faced her. There was a silent minute of just eye interaction between them. Finally, Pan decided that it was time to put it down before them both.
"Tell me the truth," she said directing herself to her long time friend. She saw the way that her eyes diverted their gaze somewhere else as if afraid that she would discover something in them. Pan remembered that Bra had many times shown on her eyes her feelings and her distress. Knowing that her friend could discover her, she looked elsewhere trying to apace things and not give anything away.
"Please," Pan moved her face to hers again. "Are you so afraid to let me know what goes on with you?" She took on a painful expression. She was hurting because of the reaction of her friend. "You're like a sister so me Bra. Why not just let it out and tell me?"
Bra couldn't say what she was thinking or what she was planning on saying. For the first minute that she and Pan had spent looking at each other, she knew that without something. That something being an explanation or a something else as if a secret that was between them that had to be revealed.
"It's just that," Bra tried to explain what she wanted in words that wouldn't show something else but what she wanted Pan to see. She saw the eagerness on her friend's face and the relief of the trust between them not have been broken.
Maybe this was a mistake. Bra reflected on her mind as she saw the way her friend looked. She was preoccupied for me and I can't even talk straight to her without fearing for myself and not for the special friendship that we've shared for all of these years of our lives.
"I don't know how to say it," Pan groaned as she identified the way her friend always got her shell encased around her so easy with those little words. She just wanted to punch her in the face and be straight than to wait for the word game that was about to ensue before her. God, she was never this condescending with anyone else. There had to be something wrong with her, there just must be.
"I'm giving you the opportunity to not have to explain anything to me," Pan decided to use the best approach on the subject. "All I want for you is to take this ticket," she extended her arm and placed the ticket's on Bra's hands. "And go on that cruise and forget that all of us exist for a week and enjoy yourself."
Bra didn't know what to say to that. It wasn't like Pan to give up on things like this. She must truly be concerned for her. Maybe she should just come forth and tell her the truth, but how could she. She didn't understand it herself. All she knew is that she felt the urge to get away from them. She wanted to be alone in the days to think and reflect on what was right for her and no one else.
The apartment was what she always wanted. A place away from all of them and her own sanctuary. She didn't have to account to anybody and she had the money to spend without having to count on someone else to do it for her. She had gone far this time to get her happy, Bra realized as she saw and remembered her friend doing anything she wanted.
Pan's parting words got her out of her thoughts. "The sun will be good for you."
Without even realizing it, she herself knew that her resolve was made. She wanted to go on that cruise. She wanted to get away from this and she might as well accept the gift from her friend. She had earned it too. She had finished her studies and was going to begin work on one of the best prestige firms of the city.
"Thank you Pan," she heard herself thank her friend although she knew that she wouldn't hear her. "You always knew what I needed."
***
"I think it's time," Goten walked through the floor of the office of his best friend. This was killing him. The silence of it. He couldn't take it anymore. He swore that if he looked at them again, he would just burst and say it. He was never one to be able to hide something. Especially if it was something as grand as this one. There was no way that he would survive this without some closure from the world.
"Time for what?" Trunks asked as he entered his office. If he could read my mind, thought Goten. He would skin me alive right here in this spot.
"Nothing important," Goten replied trying to keep himself under control. "Did the meeting go well?"
"As best as it could ever be," Trunks answered as he shock his head. "I'm beginning to hate this job."
"You've been at it for over ten years Trunks," Goten reflected. "You're beginning to show lines on your face from the strain of the job.
"Look who's talking." Trunks resorted at his best friend.
"What are you talking about," said Goten as inconspicuous as he could do it.
"I'm talking about this," Trunks moved to his friend and sat before him. "You are going crazy."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I've seen and noticed the way that you've been acting lately. It's been over a month and you haven't even cracked a smile. Every time I look at you, you've got this serious thinking look on your face and as if you are far away on another dimension."
Goten tried to form words to rebut what his friend was telling him but he couldn't. He couldn't open his mouth without thinking that he would say it. He didn't want to say anything that he might regret.
"That's why I made this decision," Goten finally heard what his friend was saying. A decision, what decision? What could be Trunks up to? Had he found out?
"What decision?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Trunks smiled at the preoccupied face that his friend showed.
"What are you up to Trunks?" Goten looked as if a cat had just drawled up his pants. After trying to get it out of him, Goten gave up. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing irrational," Trunks started to open some of the files on his desk. "It won't kill you."
"Is it involved with pain?"
"I don't think so," he simply answered. "It has something to do with leisure."
"A holiday, free day, off work related?" Goten was calming down again.
"I won't say until I get what I want Cathy to give me," Trunks closed the matter by shutting up and getting engrossed on the paper before him.
"So I have to annoy it out of her?"
"You won't be able to," Trunks realized. "I made it really specific that you won't be informed. If she does, I told her that she wouldn't have her job for tomorrow."
"That's a tad extreme."
"It isn't if you don't want a certain someone to find out." Trunks pointed out and started to talk about the new proposal that the offices were bringing for the new association that they were planning.
An hour later, Trunks phone began to ring. It was the extension from his secretary.
"What is it Cathy?" He asked as he finished his talk with his business partner and best friend.
"It just arrived," she answered and the door swished open as she entered with something on her hands.
"Thank you Cathy," Trunks smiled at the old secretary which had been with his mother before. "I'll have to take you to dinner some time."
"You've been owing me one for many years Trunks," she answered playfully. It was their own little joke. "I'm starting to think that you're not a man of your word."
"Kami forbid," he said both of them laughed as she emerged from the office toward her desk.
Goten waited impatiently for Trunks to finally give him what was in that thing. He knew pretty well that it was his suppose leisure. He just hoped that he wouldn't regret what ever it was.
"You know," Began Trunks to explain why he did this. "I've noticed that you've been out of your mind and head for months going now. First, I thought that it had something with you working too much and too hard. But as time passed, it became clear that it wasn't something work related. It was just interfering with your work. Now, I know that you've always told me what has been troubling you and you've trusted me for my judgment. I don't know why is it that whatever it's on your mind, that you won't tell me but it seems to me that you need to run away from something. What it is, I don't know that and I think that if you haven't told me it's for the best.
"Here," he patted the box on his desk. "This is a present that I want you to have because of all the work that you've put into the deal with the Rogers. Now, I want you to take this." He opened the box from one side and took out a piece of paper that looked like that to Goten. "Take this cruise and pull yourself together. It's like you're going to burst and blow one of these days."
You would if you knew what I was thinking. Goten was relieved that his friend couldn't read minds. Very glad. It wouldn't be fun to have been killed by his best friend and there being no more dragonbals was a really bad thing if he had to have been wished back. He glanced at what was written and found it to be a ticket for a cruise on the Caribbean.
"Thank me when you get back." Trunks walked up to his friend. "Let's see if you find a girlfriend to get your head out of the clouds and this place you have been putting yourself into.
"I don't know what to say," that was true. Goten didn't know what to say to Trunks. He had no idea of what to do. To accept or to decline. It was a good offer for what Goten had been thinking. He would be miles away from here with the hot sun on his face. This is what he needed. The space that he would be putting behind this for some days was what he wanted.
He stood up and made way for the door. It opened and he stopped. He looked back at his friend and gave him his lazy smile. "I think this is what the doctor needed to order me."
"Glad to help patient," Trunks waved as his friend made his way out of the office and out of the building. He went to the window and watched him get onto his car and take off. His private extension rang. It had to be her.
"How are you?" He answered the phone with that greeting.
"Good, how about dinner?"
"I was about to ask the same thing," the line beeped signalizing the finish of the call as Trunks got the keys of his car from his bureau. He passed his secretary whistling giving away his destination without meaning to. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the garage.
"He's meeting with her again," Cathy hid her smile as she continued to look after her papers. "I'll expect a wedding soon."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is the first chapter of what I think will be a very promising story. I hope that you've all liked what you've read and I expect you'll see more coming your way soon.
See you all later…
Moon Star