Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drifting Bliss ❯ Day 2 ( Chapter 3 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.24.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.24.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction, don't like them, don't read this.
Disclaimer : I don't own DBZ.
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 3 : Day 2
His breath caressed her skin. His fingers slowly caressed her back bones as they trailed her back. Lingering in each one, he placed a kiss at her throat. Her moan of pleasure making him quicken. He felt her arch herself to allow more access, her own fingers tentatively brushing his neck. His eyes found her face, each expression of pure ecstasy and possession.
He rolled to his back, her back arched somewhat for her bare breasts to graze his mouth. They were full, red, bitten, hard from his touch.
She picked up the pace, her hair crowned her as a siren who know the darkest pleasures and cherished. Her limps trembled, her eyes fluttering close, a cry broke from her throat.
A hand broke out of nowhere. It was his own. His eyes cleared, the dark nightingale crowding in the room. He was alone and thoroughly aroused. Just seeing her once again had prodded his dreams in full force.
Seduction.
Goten growled as he turned to the other side of the bed. His hand placed at the laced pillow beside his own. He saw her there. Her blue hair spilled on the pillows, her face close to his own.
How he wished it could be. . . and maybe it could. He had wanted a change and gotten it months before. His heart wasn't his own only anymore. His heart beat loudly trounced at his chest, he placed his hand on it. The race was on.
He had to convince himself and her of what could be.
What was now wasn't enough.
He knew she wanted more as well.
* * *
The sun filtered through the glass windows of the restaurant. The food drew a lot of the crowd and many of the people just came to watch and smile.
Bra sat herself in one of the tables, a book was cradled in her hand. To whomever was looking at her she seemed absorbed in the book, but in reality she only started at the blank space in between the words.
She had closed herself in her room after she had left Goten. She had looked back before completely disappearing from range to see his face. She didn't trust what her mind was telling her of what she saw.
He seemed hurt and vulnerable, just like her. Just a glimpse of that had broken what was left of her composure and broke into a run. This morning she had woken with a sense of loss. She had spent the night thinking about him and their parting months before.
She felt miserable and alive at the same time. She didn't know how that could be. She knew what was to come next.
She had seen it happen to her friend before. Marron had suffered hard in Trunks rejection but they were friends now. She thought of her own apartment, her job, her family and him.
"It must be a great book to hold that much of your attention," his voice vibrated in her ears. Her nerves came sizzling as if in contact.
Goten pulled up a chair and sat down beside her.
"You have no idea," she softly replied before closing it. Why should he be so special to her?
She risked a glance and saw his confident smile in his place. His face held no trace of his emotions from the night before. He was cheerful, in good spirits.
She couldn't help but smile at his lift when he turned to her. Her breath caught. He was so much more than a mere acquaintance.
Mark appeared in silence and placed their plates and drinks. Without a word of interruption he retired. Neither paid him a scarce glance.
It was a comfortable silence.
They breakfasted and silently stared intently at one another. Just what they were trying to read and found was another manner.
"I would like to ask you something," Bra shook her hands from the sudden nervousness that assailed her.
"What would that be?"
"Would you mind to spend some time with me when we port in a few hours?" His hand reached from one of hers on the table before she could snatch it away. His fingers touched her palm, his eyes not leaving her face. He felt her shiver and cherished her reaction.
She was so open to him, he had to be just as open to her.
"I love your hands," he muttered before taking his hand away from hers.
"Um," she was a loss for words for some seconds before clearing her throat. "I don't really mind."
"Would you wish it to?" He asked. "Or are you just trying to be polite?"
"I'm never polite when I don't want it to." She picked up her book and drained what was left of the drink. "I'll be ready to explore."
He watched her walk away and placed her charge card in his pocket. He placed his own smiling. The breakfast had played it's course.
He would have an entire afternoon with her. All he had to do was keep on the road he had mapped already for them. He would have her as he desired. He was sure that she wanted the same thing.
* * *
"You didn't have to buy it. I saw your horrified look when I pointed out the shirt to you." Bra placed her sunglasses back on as she and Goten strolled out of the small shop neighborhood.
"I couldn't deny myself," he snickered. "Just think of what Trunks will think when I give it to him as a souvenir."
They exchanged glances and broke in mirth.
"He's going to be so offended with it," without thinking she laced her hand with his just like months before. "I can see him spouting fireballs at you."
"Not if you give it to him," Goten suggested angelically. "Then he would really have to wear it at least once."
"But I selected it for you," she countered, a pout showed at her lips.
Goten's breathing stopped. She hadn't acted so freely around him for such a long time. She looked so carefree and childishly delighted that he couldn't contain himself. He tugged her hand, taking her by surprise. She realized the connection as he placed his mouth on hers.
Delighted flavors brewed inside herself. She clung, her hand trapped in between. She couldn't help but respond to him.
"That was good." The murmur sent her senses flying again. She was on a distant island, in the middle of a busy sidewalk, being thoroughly kissed by a man she knew too much and too little.
"Don't push away," he said as he tugged her hand in his but stepping back to give her the space he knew she would seek. He would budge an inch, but not a millimeter more.
"I'll try not to." Bra looked around her to find something else to occupy her. She couldn't believe that she had tried to push him away before. He was determined to get inside herself.
She knew that he didn't know just how much he already was inside her heart.
Just how long would it take him to find that out?
* * *
"So, what happens now?"
"We continue on to the other islands and make sure we have fun?" Karen answered the question with her own. Bra rolled her eyes at her answer.
"I know that," Bra turned to her side at the chair. She was getting some color on her skin. At least this didn't send her nerves flying off the scale.
"It will last as long as it is programmed." Karen's watch beeped, she turned over on her chair to sunbathe her back.
Bra bit her tongue. The question had been turning in her mind since both Goten and her had returned from their stop at the island.
From her shaded sunglasses, Karen observed her friend. A smile tugged her lips as she remembered how she had found Bra and Goten together when they had returned to the ship.
"Ask, if there's something burning in your mind."
Bra turned toward her and sighed. "I got a note from my friend's yesterday at the first celebration."
"I was asked to bring it with me. I gave it to Mark and told him to take care of it." Karen turned her head to the other side.
"And how did they manage all this?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Friends have the best intuitive reasoning."
"But, how?"
Karen knew that Bra wasn't going to let go of the strand of reasoning without a complete response. She slipped off her glasses and sat straight up beside Bra. Well, the time of examination was now.
"What do you consider me Bra, a friend or a mere acquaintance?"
"Somewhere in the middle," she answered truthfully.
"Let's just put this in the table then." Karen took a deep breath and started.
* * *
The evening crept slowly, the sky slowly darkened. Bra placed her forearms at the rail of the ship. The cool breeze played with her hair, it caressed her in a lover's hand. The silk material of the dress pressed against her figure as she shifted more of her waist to her forearms.
"Why are you alone beautiful?" Goten's whisper sent a shiver of longing in her heart. How could it be that every time he whispered beautiful to her she couldn't make her heart stop fluttering.
"Just gazing at the sea." She replied, a strong breeze shooting her unbound hair in tatters. She placed a hand on the hair to hold it in place, the warmth the arms had supplied her breasts had left. She shivered.
Goten leaned her into his chest, his arms embracing her about the waist. He pressed until they were touching from head to toe.
"You wouldn't mind the company, would you?" He asked a little uneasy.
"No," her small answer left a lot to be desired, but he let it drop. He had her in his arms, he could feel their warmth mingling, he could smell the touch of jasmines in her hair. Only with this much he was content.
All he had to do was try to ease into this relation with both his eyes open and prepared for anything. He didn't mind if he had to pull all of his arsenal. He knew there was passion. He knew there was explosion. All he needed to know was if there was love. Not the love needed to desire and need, but the love to hope.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Goten asked her preoccupied. "You seem so distant." Especially after we spent such a wonderful morning together.
"Mn," was her only reply first. She was too deep in her thoughts.
~'I'd never seen Goten so carefree and loving until I found you two those months ago in that island paradise.' Karen waited for a response from Bra. When she didn't get interrupted, she continued. 'I know that I'm not much of an expert in these kind of relationships and love or care or whatever you have fixed in your mind Bra, but you have to know what everyone sees when you two are together. At least me.' She took Bra's hand and squeezed it tight. 'I see two people in love.'~
His words registered in her mind, breaking her off of her memory. Her free hand moved toward his and lightly traced from the hands to his forearm. "I'm just sliding into deep space with all this tranquility."
"Then relax," he brushed his lips in where her neck and chin met and calmly let his chin rest on her head.
Time continued to pass, but a companionship had forged against the cool breeze that continued brushing the relaxing pair.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You can kill me after I return from the dead. Sorry for the delay... I may have a next chapter out for tomorrow... keep your fingers cross and knock on wood.
I HATE DEADLINES! That's the only way I can live though...
Later all,
Moon Star
This is a Bra and Goten fan fiction, don't like them, don't read this.
Disclaimer : I don't own DBZ.
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 3 : Day 2
His breath caressed her skin. His fingers slowly caressed her back bones as they trailed her back. Lingering in each one, he placed a kiss at her throat. Her moan of pleasure making him quicken. He felt her arch herself to allow more access, her own fingers tentatively brushing his neck. His eyes found her face, each expression of pure ecstasy and possession.
He rolled to his back, her back arched somewhat for her bare breasts to graze his mouth. They were full, red, bitten, hard from his touch.
She picked up the pace, her hair crowned her as a siren who know the darkest pleasures and cherished. Her limps trembled, her eyes fluttering close, a cry broke from her throat.
A hand broke out of nowhere. It was his own. His eyes cleared, the dark nightingale crowding in the room. He was alone and thoroughly aroused. Just seeing her once again had prodded his dreams in full force.
Seduction.
Goten growled as he turned to the other side of the bed. His hand placed at the laced pillow beside his own. He saw her there. Her blue hair spilled on the pillows, her face close to his own.
How he wished it could be. . . and maybe it could. He had wanted a change and gotten it months before. His heart wasn't his own only anymore. His heart beat loudly trounced at his chest, he placed his hand on it. The race was on.
He had to convince himself and her of what could be.
What was now wasn't enough.
He knew she wanted more as well.
* * *
The sun filtered through the glass windows of the restaurant. The food drew a lot of the crowd and many of the people just came to watch and smile.
Bra sat herself in one of the tables, a book was cradled in her hand. To whomever was looking at her she seemed absorbed in the book, but in reality she only started at the blank space in between the words.
She had closed herself in her room after she had left Goten. She had looked back before completely disappearing from range to see his face. She didn't trust what her mind was telling her of what she saw.
He seemed hurt and vulnerable, just like her. Just a glimpse of that had broken what was left of her composure and broke into a run. This morning she had woken with a sense of loss. She had spent the night thinking about him and their parting months before.
She felt miserable and alive at the same time. She didn't know how that could be. She knew what was to come next.
She had seen it happen to her friend before. Marron had suffered hard in Trunks rejection but they were friends now. She thought of her own apartment, her job, her family and him.
"It must be a great book to hold that much of your attention," his voice vibrated in her ears. Her nerves came sizzling as if in contact.
Goten pulled up a chair and sat down beside her.
"You have no idea," she softly replied before closing it. Why should he be so special to her?
She risked a glance and saw his confident smile in his place. His face held no trace of his emotions from the night before. He was cheerful, in good spirits.
She couldn't help but smile at his lift when he turned to her. Her breath caught. He was so much more than a mere acquaintance.
Mark appeared in silence and placed their plates and drinks. Without a word of interruption he retired. Neither paid him a scarce glance.
It was a comfortable silence.
They breakfasted and silently stared intently at one another. Just what they were trying to read and found was another manner.
"I would like to ask you something," Bra shook her hands from the sudden nervousness that assailed her.
"What would that be?"
"Would you mind to spend some time with me when we port in a few hours?" His hand reached from one of hers on the table before she could snatch it away. His fingers touched her palm, his eyes not leaving her face. He felt her shiver and cherished her reaction.
She was so open to him, he had to be just as open to her.
"I love your hands," he muttered before taking his hand away from hers.
"Um," she was a loss for words for some seconds before clearing her throat. "I don't really mind."
"Would you wish it to?" He asked. "Or are you just trying to be polite?"
"I'm never polite when I don't want it to." She picked up her book and drained what was left of the drink. "I'll be ready to explore."
He watched her walk away and placed her charge card in his pocket. He placed his own smiling. The breakfast had played it's course.
He would have an entire afternoon with her. All he had to do was keep on the road he had mapped already for them. He would have her as he desired. He was sure that she wanted the same thing.
* * *
"You didn't have to buy it. I saw your horrified look when I pointed out the shirt to you." Bra placed her sunglasses back on as she and Goten strolled out of the small shop neighborhood.
"I couldn't deny myself," he snickered. "Just think of what Trunks will think when I give it to him as a souvenir."
They exchanged glances and broke in mirth.
"He's going to be so offended with it," without thinking she laced her hand with his just like months before. "I can see him spouting fireballs at you."
"Not if you give it to him," Goten suggested angelically. "Then he would really have to wear it at least once."
"But I selected it for you," she countered, a pout showed at her lips.
Goten's breathing stopped. She hadn't acted so freely around him for such a long time. She looked so carefree and childishly delighted that he couldn't contain himself. He tugged her hand, taking her by surprise. She realized the connection as he placed his mouth on hers.
Delighted flavors brewed inside herself. She clung, her hand trapped in between. She couldn't help but respond to him.
"That was good." The murmur sent her senses flying again. She was on a distant island, in the middle of a busy sidewalk, being thoroughly kissed by a man she knew too much and too little.
"Don't push away," he said as he tugged her hand in his but stepping back to give her the space he knew she would seek. He would budge an inch, but not a millimeter more.
"I'll try not to." Bra looked around her to find something else to occupy her. She couldn't believe that she had tried to push him away before. He was determined to get inside herself.
She knew that he didn't know just how much he already was inside her heart.
Just how long would it take him to find that out?
* * *
"So, what happens now?"
"We continue on to the other islands and make sure we have fun?" Karen answered the question with her own. Bra rolled her eyes at her answer.
"I know that," Bra turned to her side at the chair. She was getting some color on her skin. At least this didn't send her nerves flying off the scale.
"It will last as long as it is programmed." Karen's watch beeped, she turned over on her chair to sunbathe her back.
Bra bit her tongue. The question had been turning in her mind since both Goten and her had returned from their stop at the island.
From her shaded sunglasses, Karen observed her friend. A smile tugged her lips as she remembered how she had found Bra and Goten together when they had returned to the ship.
"Ask, if there's something burning in your mind."
Bra turned toward her and sighed. "I got a note from my friend's yesterday at the first celebration."
"I was asked to bring it with me. I gave it to Mark and told him to take care of it." Karen turned her head to the other side.
"And how did they manage all this?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Friends have the best intuitive reasoning."
"But, how?"
Karen knew that Bra wasn't going to let go of the strand of reasoning without a complete response. She slipped off her glasses and sat straight up beside Bra. Well, the time of examination was now.
"What do you consider me Bra, a friend or a mere acquaintance?"
"Somewhere in the middle," she answered truthfully.
"Let's just put this in the table then." Karen took a deep breath and started.
* * *
The evening crept slowly, the sky slowly darkened. Bra placed her forearms at the rail of the ship. The cool breeze played with her hair, it caressed her in a lover's hand. The silk material of the dress pressed against her figure as she shifted more of her waist to her forearms.
"Why are you alone beautiful?" Goten's whisper sent a shiver of longing in her heart. How could it be that every time he whispered beautiful to her she couldn't make her heart stop fluttering.
"Just gazing at the sea." She replied, a strong breeze shooting her unbound hair in tatters. She placed a hand on the hair to hold it in place, the warmth the arms had supplied her breasts had left. She shivered.
Goten leaned her into his chest, his arms embracing her about the waist. He pressed until they were touching from head to toe.
"You wouldn't mind the company, would you?" He asked a little uneasy.
"No," her small answer left a lot to be desired, but he let it drop. He had her in his arms, he could feel their warmth mingling, he could smell the touch of jasmines in her hair. Only with this much he was content.
All he had to do was try to ease into this relation with both his eyes open and prepared for anything. He didn't mind if he had to pull all of his arsenal. He knew there was passion. He knew there was explosion. All he needed to know was if there was love. Not the love needed to desire and need, but the love to hope.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Goten asked her preoccupied. "You seem so distant." Especially after we spent such a wonderful morning together.
"Mn," was her only reply first. She was too deep in her thoughts.
~'I'd never seen Goten so carefree and loving until I found you two those months ago in that island paradise.' Karen waited for a response from Bra. When she didn't get interrupted, she continued. 'I know that I'm not much of an expert in these kind of relationships and love or care or whatever you have fixed in your mind Bra, but you have to know what everyone sees when you two are together. At least me.' She took Bra's hand and squeezed it tight. 'I see two people in love.'~
His words registered in her mind, breaking her off of her memory. Her free hand moved toward his and lightly traced from the hands to his forearm. "I'm just sliding into deep space with all this tranquility."
"Then relax," he brushed his lips in where her neck and chin met and calmly let his chin rest on her head.
Time continued to pass, but a companionship had forged against the cool breeze that continued brushing the relaxing pair.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You can kill me after I return from the dead. Sorry for the delay... I may have a next chapter out for tomorrow... keep your fingers cross and knock on wood.
I HATE DEADLINES! That's the only way I can live though...
Later all,
Moon Star