Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drifting Bliss ❯ Just Three Days and Two Nights ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.05.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 224 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.05.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 224 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 4 : Just Three Days and Two Nights
Sunsets and sunrises had always been wonderful. The rays filter in through a horizon that steals your breath away. No matter what the reason to why you are up, it grabs you as you can't bear to take your eyes away from it.
Bra sat on the love seat by her window as the sun rose. She had spent another night thinking of her life. And Goten. She couldn't leave that out.
It had been a wonderful day. They had walked through the port city the whole day and watched the waves crash into the ship at night.
The whole time they had held hands, had intimate caresses, deep kisses and scorching looks. And nothing had happened between them.
Maybe that had been the problem. She had vibrated the whole day in his presence. Just having him near had given her a piece of mind that she didn't acquire anywhere else.
It was true, she was lovesick.
She just wondered where she had caught it. Had it been the week when they meet months before? Had it been in their encounters in the city? Or, had it been just the day before when he had smiled at her while eating some ice cream at the cafe in the ship?
His smile devastated her completely. She turned into a puddle of warmth that tickled her everywhere. She had never felt this way before so she had no comparison.
Sure, she had relationships before she meet him, but nothing could actually compare to what she was feeling.
Maybe if she thought about it, she would be able to see what actually interested him to her.
Months before, she meet him at a beach in an island paradise where she had gone on a break. She had seen him running through the sand after a ball. It stopped at her feet. She had looked up, he had looked down.
She handed him the ball and he took off. Her eyes had followed him to where a group of girls were waiting at. They took the ball from his hands and skipped toward the water with it.
She had laughed with him at their actions and shook her head.
A day later they meet once again but at the hotel foyer. It was raining outside in canters so they were stranded. Laughed at the children of the day before and the time had passed.
They had never exchanged full names. They didn't expect to. He had asked her to dinner and she had accepted. At the end of the evening, he had kissed her good night. It had been a great day.
That's how it had started. It was a slow seduction in just a few days. They slept together. They spent the last five days together. If they weren't in either of their rooms, they were out on the beach swimming, kissing, touching. It had been the best relationship she had ever had with the opposite sex.
On the day that she had to leave, he had taken her to the airport. He kissed her and gave her a slip of paper. He had written a phone number to where to find him if she was interested.
She had accepted it and flew out of her fantasy. The days of unworried days, of leisure were over. How could she fit something so untroubled into her life and family.
She had known that he was stronger than the average person, but she had meet many men in her circle of family and friends that were strong too.
And what if it didn't really mean anything but a few nights of pleasure? She had never expected more than that. She knew that he was from her country, but what of the difference in their lives. Nothing came without difficulties for her.
A week after her return she got the nerve to call him up. He had sounded surprised to hear from her, but pleased. They had agreed to meet the day after, instead she had seen him that night.
He was Goten Son, the uncle of her best friend. The best friend of her brother. The kid that had tortured her through the toddler years. The man she had shared passionate nights.
He had been as surprised and for a moment terrified as well.
They had spent hours just looking at one another from across the room. She couldn't stand it. She had left... and meet him the day after.
The month of uncertainties had followed. She had accepted the job away from all her family, she had moved to an apartment miles away to live her life, she had slept with Goten many times in that month.
How could she resist him?
She had a crush on him when he had tormented her when she was little. She had been attracted to him fifteen years later, and she had been jealous of the scanty young woman that had been walking with him down the street one day.
Many things had come clear to her in that month.
She was attracted to a man that made her combust every time he was near. She hadn't needed forever to actually enjoy him before.
Something she had come to realize was that he perfectly fit into her family. He was one of them for that. He perfectly fit into her life. He knew everything there was to know about her.
And that scared her more than anything else. He knew when to back off and when to attack her defenses to ingrain himself into her once again.
He didn't need to work hard at it though, she realized as the sun brilliantly shined at the top of the sky. The waves still beat into the ships sides as she smiled at the brilliance of the waves. Animals jumped through the waves as the day started.
With a smile on her face she jumped off of her seat and stretched her arms. No matter how much she analyzed things, she was going to get the same answers to her questions.
She was attracted to Goten. She knew that he wanted to continue their relationship. She wanted to see if it could actually survive their families.
It was all going to take some time but they were back to the isolation of their beginning. He was here, she was here. All that would count now was the now.
She knew they were compatible in bed and just the two of them together.
She knew that he had something planned to make her stop running from him at every turn.
She knew he was trying to seduce her mind as well as her body.
She knew he had accomplished that when he had retrieved that ball for the kids of the beach.
All she wanted to do now was see what he hoped to accomplish these days.
* * *
The activities were endless.
The entire floor was full of games of both physical and mind strength. Goten didn't know what to do of all the things.
He had woken up this morning in great spirits. The night before had been good for him and his plan. He and Bra had spent the entire evening leaning by the rail in each other's arms. She hadn't pulled away once. He had felt complete with her.
And then, today he wakes with thoughts of spending the day exploring the ship's vaults of all the jewels and paintings that had been loaned to fill the museum.
The big surprise, Bra hadn't been on her room. It was nine in the morning, the time when people breakfasted. He went to the dining rooms, she wasn't there. He asked Mark about her, only to get a no for answer.
He had searched all of the upstairs for her, the deck, the restaurant-cafe, and managed to get in the entertainment department.
Either Bra had jumped the ship, or she had holed herself somewhere where he couldn't find her. He wondered what could have made her disappear.
But then, he hadn't seen Karen either.
Where could both girls be?
He walked through many of the courts. There were many passengers sweating it out in the tennis' courts. He looked around to see if he could see Bra anywhere in them, but he had no such luck.
He passed through more places before he was over where a game of badminton was being played.
There was one player on each side of the court, and each one was slamming the birdie to kill it.
The one at his left side swore as the birdie fell on the line. She grumpily set to get it. She went back a step, let it fly and swung with a power of rage that the racket sung. On the other side was Bra, looking up to a naked ceiling. The birdie hadn't flown.
Karen was looking at her racket, the birdie was stuck in the middle of it in between the ties.
Goten didn't know what had happened to make her get into that awful mood, but he didn't want to be on her receiving end of it.
"You know you shouldn't actually do that Karen," Bra started moving under the net to the other side where Karen was taking the birdie out. "This is the fifth time you've done that in under an hour."
Karen frustrated let a shriek escape her throat. She let the birdie fall into the ground and jumped on it. After a minute of the childlike antic, she settled down her shoulders and picked up the object who miraculously didn't get any damage.
"I know, but I can't help it." She looked to the side and smiled as she saw Goten standing in the sidelines. "I think I need some new opponent to take the edge off."
Bra looked to the side and motioned for Goten to join them. He straightened his shoulders and walked toward them. It seemed he was getting into the middle of things.
"How are you two doing today?" He asked them as he approached them.
"I'm fine," Bra responded before Karen could say anything. "Just came here and spent the last three hours helping Karen take the edge off."
"Why does she have an edge?" He asked, seeing her eyes focus on him.
"I don't know," Bra took her racket and handed it to him. "But I've sweated about five pounds this morning." She looked him up and down. His white shirt was going to get wet in no time. At least he was wearing some sweatpants and sneakers that would help him move.
"I think that you being a man isn't going to help much in her rage," she started backing away to the sides where there was a towel and some water to drink. "She's been ranting about Mark."
"Enough talking," Karen interrupted her. She took a sip of water, threw the bottle at Bra and put herself into her place. "Time to play."
Bra sat on the floor, shaking her head. She placed the towel on her lap and started to lower her breathing.
The game began...
* * *
"I am never playing badminton with that girl again." Goten rubbed his chin and part of his right face. A red burn had spread over the area and the stinging sensation was still felt.
"She is dangerous with a racket."
"It was an accident Goten," Bra took the pills from the side table and popped two into his mouth. "This should help you with your head ache."
She pressed the water onto his lips and waited until he drank it before going to the phone. She ordered some soup before hanging up.
"You were out for a whole day basically," she started to tell him. "You've woken up many times during the night when I could give you some water, but you've fallen back to sleep." She brushed his hair from his forehead and placed a light kiss on the enormous bump.
"What actually happened?" Goten asked, his voice groggy. "All I remember is that she threw her racket at me for making the PMS comment. I was picking up the birdie and looked up just for it to smack me right on the chin jerking my head and throwing me down on the floor. The next thing I knew there was a light fixture falling from the ceiling toward my head."
Bra sat right beside the bed and took a cream to spread it on his chin and right cheek. "You remember those two guys who were playing on the other court?" Goten nodded so she continued. "One of them hit their birdie, which for some reason had a weight attached to it or something I didn't quite catch the name, and it spiraled toward the fixture above you. It turns out that one of the screws was missing and the other one was loose."
She laughed earning a glare from him. "It's a freaky coincidence huh. I mean, what are the odds?"
"Pretty good," he growled at her mirth. "It is not funny." He placed his hand on his head, grimacing over the bump. "It hurts like hell in here."
"I'm sorry baby," she was still giggling so he only glared at her. She slid into her knees beside the bed and kissed him on the mouth. She was about to pull back from the slight peck when his hand sneaked behind her head toward the nape of her neck and pressed her down.
She was taken back by his force. The sensation started to travel upwards. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in. Her hands came to his neck, they played with the baby hair that was spread on it's back. He pushed her deeper, as if to swallow her. He groaned as she let her tongue stroke his. How he loved their physical contact.
A knock broke them apart. Bra jumped from her position, her hands brushing his chin. He flinched at the abrupt gesture but didn't say anything. The hole in his head had returned once again, the throbbing was truly killing him. What he wouldn't give for a sensu bean right now.
Mark entered the suite with a roller. On it was the soup that Bra had ordered and a complementary meal for her. "I was told to say that I hope you are feeling better and that if there is anything you need, anything at all, just to ring for it and it will be here."
"You were told to say that?" Bra reached for the soup and propped it on the bed.
"Yeah," Mark settled down on a chair and simply sat in silence as Bra helped Goten sit up on the bed. "Want me to help?"
"No," Goten refused the offer. "All I need is the pillows behind me and I'll be good. The less people that mess up here, the better."
"I'm sorry man," Mark grimaced at Goten's figure. "Karen should have known better than to throw that racket at you."
Goten glared at the mention of her name. "Please don't say that name for a while."
Bra placed the spoon in his hand and let him start on it. "Oh, you'll be better just after you get some rest. Remember that you have a really hard head."
She turned towards Mark. "And this is all actually your fault." She pointed her finger at him, scolding. "You should have known better than to get Karen into that mood in the first place."
Mark took a wine from the stroller and took a sip on a glass. "I know," he gripped the glass with force. "But we've always kid around on things. I didn't actually expect her to get into that mood."
"Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you played on her jealousy at the same time that your mother kicked her on her shins."
"What?" Mark sputtered his drink. "What does my mother have to do with this?"
"Wait," Goten intervened. "Machiela talked to Karen." He shuddered. "She must have said something to her that really upset her."
Mark wanted to throw the glass onto the floor and hear it break in pieces. "Damn it," he cursed.
"And then she walks right by to talk to her boyfriend and what does she find, Marc flirting with the dancers of the night club. Not only that, but letting her ramble about the awful singer that was contracted for the cruise had stolen her gig." Bra turned toward Goten in a decisive step. "If anyone ever did something like that, they would regret it."
She turned to Mark and continued. "What does she do? She's mad as hell. She has just received an ultimatum from her guardian, her guy has let another woman just paw him and she's been about to blow from her insults. She needs physical action, which burns her rage."
She motioned toward Goten. "He just came in at the wrong time and slipped at the wrong place. That should teach you to comment on the woman psyche Goten. What would your mother say?"
He paled a moment before continuing with his food. He muttered something that she couldn't catch. And she guessed that she wouldn't actually want to hear it.
"Why didn't she just throw herself off the ship?" Goten managed to say something that she could catch. "I'm too old for these things."
"No you're not." Bra let it go.
"Excuse me," Mark turned toward the doors to leave. "Everything that's on the stroller is complementary to you."
"I wouldn't talk to her if I were you." Bra offered as he started to slip out of the room. "She's not happy with you right now and you're on duty."
The door closed, leaving a smiling Bra and a grumbling Goten inside the room.
"I should have brought some sensu beans." Bra took the plate and helped him slide down the bed.
"You've been knocked worse," she said. "I don't know why you're taking this so hard."
"I'm getting old," he answered as he closed his eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore that thinks getting hit is fun."
"Sleep a little," she went to the other side of the bed, slipped off her shoes and snuggled to his side. "I'll be right here when you wake up.
Having spent the night awake to make sure that he drank some water when he woke up, she fell asleep the minute she closed her eyes.
Goten turned his head toward her, his left hand coming toward her face. His finger brushed her forehead, her cheeks, traced her lips and pulled away. He was going to get his dream after all. She was in his bed, and staying there until he woke up.
He hoped he wasn't dreaming again.
He didn't want to be dreaming again.
* * *
Bra walked through the restaurant as people sat around on their seats. The platform where Karen used to be on every night was indeed empty. The equipment was set up but there was no singer. Bra knew that she had worked the day before, but why would she be absent today?
The lights went low, a figure approached the stage and sat on the seat. She had some books set in front of her before the instrumentalist sat by the equipment.
The lights slowly came on in a slow melody and the person was revealed.
It was 'the hussy', as Karen had dubbed her the day before. She was on an evening dress that had been too small for her in the first place.
If she was singing, then something serious had happened.
Bra looked around, while glancing at her watch. She had told Goten that she would be back as soon as she told Karen of his condition, but it seemed that she had to be found first.
If she could find Mark, she was sure she would see where Karen was.
Drifting by the tables, she found him on his way from an order. He wasn't his usual flirty and devil may care attitude.
"Mark!" She called across the room to make him stop to wait for her. "Where's Karen?"
"She's in her room." He passed a hand through his hair. "She's made an allergy to something she ate yesterday morning. She's had a fever of 102 degrees for over 24 hours. The doctor says it'll blow over but she has no strength."
"Where's her room?" she asked preoccupied. "Is she really okay?"
"I don't know," he grimaced. "She's had allergies before and they really take a lot from her you know. She has these red rashes all over her body and her temperature doesn't go down."
"How did she manage to sing yesterday?" Mark led her down some stairs to the service rooms.
"She just did. She has always done this. If she's sick, she doesn't say anything to anyone at all. She's always keeping things inside of herself." He cursed and banged his hand against the wall. "Yesterday was a nightmare."
Bra couldn't help but feel sorry for the younger man. He was truly worried and exasperated.
"She didn't let me talk to her yesterday when I wanted to find out what my mother wanted. Then, she worked yesterday night and banned me from her room. I spent a restless sleep thinking of a way to get her to talk to me." He flexed the fingers of his hands. "This morning she's on her bathing suit and walking toward the pool area when she collapses. If I hadn't been following her trying to talk to her she could have really hurt herself."
"I'm sorry," Bra didn't know what else to say to him. She knew he cared for Karen since Karen had volunteered a lot of information the day before during their workout hours.
"She's still not letting you go in there," she looked at the door. It pointed to a normal room of an employee. "To take care of her, is she?"
"No," he stared at the door before turning back. "Just knock and she'll let you in."
"Alright," Bra remembered what she had promised before and called back to him. "Could you go to Goten's room and tell him where I am?"
"Sure, I'm on my break anyway."
Bra waited until he had left the hallway completely before knocking. A red haired woman answered the door. Bra recognized her as one of the dancers she had seen before.
"Is Karen alright?"
She was recognized by the woman who smiled and let her come in. "Yeah, she's still high in fever though." She let her come to the bed where Karen was resting. "I really need to get up there to the restaurant, could you stay with her until I get back?"
"Sure," she was left alone with the patient.
Seeing her face, the tranquility, she was almost afraid. So young was she, and so innocent it seemed.
She sat down on the chair where she could watch over her. A nurse to two people in two days.
One was getting better, one had just begun it's sickness.
Life was one big circle... just looking at the faces of the next generation brought a lot of answers to a lot of questions into her mind.
Danger always did that to you.
* * *
It was sunset again, but this time she had slept through it.
What actually woke her from it were the movements that had shaken her bed. She had felt a movement on her hands, her eyes opening, finding that her whole bed had moved as someone had gotten up.
"Hi," the voice whispered as he covered her lips with his. Just a touch, but enough to wake her up. She was woken fully.
"Hello," she responded. She sat up in bed and blinked as she got accustomed to the light. The window had been completely opened. Light spilled in. "What are you doing here?"
Goten was walking barefoot on the carpet. He was wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. His hair was rumpled, his body was bronzed, his eyes were twinkling.
She knew that he had noticed her once over his body. He was amused.
"I'm accustomed to it," he said to her as he slipped through the side door toward his room. He returned a minute later with a toothbrush in his mouth. He sat on the sofa and stretched his body to accommodate himself on it.
"I see," she picked herself up from the bed and started to stretch.
Each movement was seen by him, he couldn't stop himself.
"You move like a cat, did you know that?"
She stopped for a second before continuing to let her muscles work. "I know, but it's a habit of mine."
He chuckled before continuing. "Did you know that you purr sometimes when I caress your body?" He stood from his seat and advanced her like a predator on the prowl.
"No," she swallowed. "Do I really?" She covered her yawn.
"Yes," he stopped in front of her and placed his hands by her arms. His skin brushed her hairs which were standing on end. She shivered.
He let them fall into her waist. Lifting her shirt, he placed them on her back. He traced her collarbone to her neck, the shirt rising with his movements. She hummed at his touch. His hands went to the nape of her neck, one hand trapping her long hair in a fist. The other one trailed the skin. She shivered as the sensitive hairs bristled. She leaned forward, her head falling into his own neck. A sound emerged from her throat as he started playing with the baby hair in there. He placed a kiss where his fingers had been a second before retreating.
"There," he waited for her to gain her ground once again. "You did it again."
Her hand came to his right cheek, the marring red had diminished from sight. She cradled it before letting it drop to his chest.
"You always manage to do that to me."
"What," he asked playfully. "Make you purr?"
She smiled, "That too." She walked the step that separated them and lined her body with his. Their shoulders were touching, their legs were intertwined, their hips were pressed against one another. Their hearts beat loudly at their ears.
Her body was soft, his was hard. Their eyes were scorching.
"You always undo me, thoroughly." She brought her mouth to his, trapping her hands between them. She leaped into action. He didn't move an inch, which meant she was in control of everything.
Taking the chance, she teased him for a change. Her hands moved leisurely through his chest, caressing each muscle that leapt into her path, each curve that she could trace, each miniscule place she could touch. She leaned into the challenge, softening his lips with her assault. Not wanting to wait for him to let her access inside, she pinched his side.
He could barely jump and open his mouth when her tongue darted in. It was a fight inside. She wanted to control, he could take it away. He fought for it, won it for a while and then let her placidly take the reins once again.
They separated once again, their breaths coming in short gasps. She was smiling like a cat, he was looking her with desire in his eyes.
Both had come in victory.
"I hope I undo you thoroughly more times."
She traced his lips with her fingers, he got one inside his mouth, kissing and sucking it to shock her out. "So do I."
Bringing her to him once again, Goten let his forehead land on hers. They both stood there for a while in the silence. Neither took their eyes off of each other. They couldn't look away.
"What shall we do today?"
"Whatever needs to be done."
"Yeah," he walked toward the sofa and picked up his toothbrush to start the day. "That sounds just fine."
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And I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
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Author's Note : Two more chapters to go and maybe an epilogue. Depends on many things...
See you all later...
Moon Star
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters
Drifting Bliss
Chapter 4 : Just Three Days and Two Nights
Sunsets and sunrises had always been wonderful. The rays filter in through a horizon that steals your breath away. No matter what the reason to why you are up, it grabs you as you can't bear to take your eyes away from it.
Bra sat on the love seat by her window as the sun rose. She had spent another night thinking of her life. And Goten. She couldn't leave that out.
It had been a wonderful day. They had walked through the port city the whole day and watched the waves crash into the ship at night.
The whole time they had held hands, had intimate caresses, deep kisses and scorching looks. And nothing had happened between them.
Maybe that had been the problem. She had vibrated the whole day in his presence. Just having him near had given her a piece of mind that she didn't acquire anywhere else.
It was true, she was lovesick.
She just wondered where she had caught it. Had it been the week when they meet months before? Had it been in their encounters in the city? Or, had it been just the day before when he had smiled at her while eating some ice cream at the cafe in the ship?
His smile devastated her completely. She turned into a puddle of warmth that tickled her everywhere. She had never felt this way before so she had no comparison.
Sure, she had relationships before she meet him, but nothing could actually compare to what she was feeling.
Maybe if she thought about it, she would be able to see what actually interested him to her.
Months before, she meet him at a beach in an island paradise where she had gone on a break. She had seen him running through the sand after a ball. It stopped at her feet. She had looked up, he had looked down.
She handed him the ball and he took off. Her eyes had followed him to where a group of girls were waiting at. They took the ball from his hands and skipped toward the water with it.
She had laughed with him at their actions and shook her head.
A day later they meet once again but at the hotel foyer. It was raining outside in canters so they were stranded. Laughed at the children of the day before and the time had passed.
They had never exchanged full names. They didn't expect to. He had asked her to dinner and she had accepted. At the end of the evening, he had kissed her good night. It had been a great day.
That's how it had started. It was a slow seduction in just a few days. They slept together. They spent the last five days together. If they weren't in either of their rooms, they were out on the beach swimming, kissing, touching. It had been the best relationship she had ever had with the opposite sex.
On the day that she had to leave, he had taken her to the airport. He kissed her and gave her a slip of paper. He had written a phone number to where to find him if she was interested.
She had accepted it and flew out of her fantasy. The days of unworried days, of leisure were over. How could she fit something so untroubled into her life and family.
She had known that he was stronger than the average person, but she had meet many men in her circle of family and friends that were strong too.
And what if it didn't really mean anything but a few nights of pleasure? She had never expected more than that. She knew that he was from her country, but what of the difference in their lives. Nothing came without difficulties for her.
A week after her return she got the nerve to call him up. He had sounded surprised to hear from her, but pleased. They had agreed to meet the day after, instead she had seen him that night.
He was Goten Son, the uncle of her best friend. The best friend of her brother. The kid that had tortured her through the toddler years. The man she had shared passionate nights.
He had been as surprised and for a moment terrified as well.
They had spent hours just looking at one another from across the room. She couldn't stand it. She had left... and meet him the day after.
The month of uncertainties had followed. She had accepted the job away from all her family, she had moved to an apartment miles away to live her life, she had slept with Goten many times in that month.
How could she resist him?
She had a crush on him when he had tormented her when she was little. She had been attracted to him fifteen years later, and she had been jealous of the scanty young woman that had been walking with him down the street one day.
Many things had come clear to her in that month.
She was attracted to a man that made her combust every time he was near. She hadn't needed forever to actually enjoy him before.
Something she had come to realize was that he perfectly fit into her family. He was one of them for that. He perfectly fit into her life. He knew everything there was to know about her.
And that scared her more than anything else. He knew when to back off and when to attack her defenses to ingrain himself into her once again.
He didn't need to work hard at it though, she realized as the sun brilliantly shined at the top of the sky. The waves still beat into the ships sides as she smiled at the brilliance of the waves. Animals jumped through the waves as the day started.
With a smile on her face she jumped off of her seat and stretched her arms. No matter how much she analyzed things, she was going to get the same answers to her questions.
She was attracted to Goten. She knew that he wanted to continue their relationship. She wanted to see if it could actually survive their families.
It was all going to take some time but they were back to the isolation of their beginning. He was here, she was here. All that would count now was the now.
She knew they were compatible in bed and just the two of them together.
She knew that he had something planned to make her stop running from him at every turn.
She knew he was trying to seduce her mind as well as her body.
She knew he had accomplished that when he had retrieved that ball for the kids of the beach.
All she wanted to do now was see what he hoped to accomplish these days.
* * *
The activities were endless.
The entire floor was full of games of both physical and mind strength. Goten didn't know what to do of all the things.
He had woken up this morning in great spirits. The night before had been good for him and his plan. He and Bra had spent the entire evening leaning by the rail in each other's arms. She hadn't pulled away once. He had felt complete with her.
And then, today he wakes with thoughts of spending the day exploring the ship's vaults of all the jewels and paintings that had been loaned to fill the museum.
The big surprise, Bra hadn't been on her room. It was nine in the morning, the time when people breakfasted. He went to the dining rooms, she wasn't there. He asked Mark about her, only to get a no for answer.
He had searched all of the upstairs for her, the deck, the restaurant-cafe, and managed to get in the entertainment department.
Either Bra had jumped the ship, or she had holed herself somewhere where he couldn't find her. He wondered what could have made her disappear.
But then, he hadn't seen Karen either.
Where could both girls be?
He walked through many of the courts. There were many passengers sweating it out in the tennis' courts. He looked around to see if he could see Bra anywhere in them, but he had no such luck.
He passed through more places before he was over where a game of badminton was being played.
There was one player on each side of the court, and each one was slamming the birdie to kill it.
The one at his left side swore as the birdie fell on the line. She grumpily set to get it. She went back a step, let it fly and swung with a power of rage that the racket sung. On the other side was Bra, looking up to a naked ceiling. The birdie hadn't flown.
Karen was looking at her racket, the birdie was stuck in the middle of it in between the ties.
Goten didn't know what had happened to make her get into that awful mood, but he didn't want to be on her receiving end of it.
"You know you shouldn't actually do that Karen," Bra started moving under the net to the other side where Karen was taking the birdie out. "This is the fifth time you've done that in under an hour."
Karen frustrated let a shriek escape her throat. She let the birdie fall into the ground and jumped on it. After a minute of the childlike antic, she settled down her shoulders and picked up the object who miraculously didn't get any damage.
"I know, but I can't help it." She looked to the side and smiled as she saw Goten standing in the sidelines. "I think I need some new opponent to take the edge off."
Bra looked to the side and motioned for Goten to join them. He straightened his shoulders and walked toward them. It seemed he was getting into the middle of things.
"How are you two doing today?" He asked them as he approached them.
"I'm fine," Bra responded before Karen could say anything. "Just came here and spent the last three hours helping Karen take the edge off."
"Why does she have an edge?" He asked, seeing her eyes focus on him.
"I don't know," Bra took her racket and handed it to him. "But I've sweated about five pounds this morning." She looked him up and down. His white shirt was going to get wet in no time. At least he was wearing some sweatpants and sneakers that would help him move.
"I think that you being a man isn't going to help much in her rage," she started backing away to the sides where there was a towel and some water to drink. "She's been ranting about Mark."
"Enough talking," Karen interrupted her. She took a sip of water, threw the bottle at Bra and put herself into her place. "Time to play."
Bra sat on the floor, shaking her head. She placed the towel on her lap and started to lower her breathing.
The game began...
* * *
"I am never playing badminton with that girl again." Goten rubbed his chin and part of his right face. A red burn had spread over the area and the stinging sensation was still felt.
"She is dangerous with a racket."
"It was an accident Goten," Bra took the pills from the side table and popped two into his mouth. "This should help you with your head ache."
She pressed the water onto his lips and waited until he drank it before going to the phone. She ordered some soup before hanging up.
"You were out for a whole day basically," she started to tell him. "You've woken up many times during the night when I could give you some water, but you've fallen back to sleep." She brushed his hair from his forehead and placed a light kiss on the enormous bump.
"What actually happened?" Goten asked, his voice groggy. "All I remember is that she threw her racket at me for making the PMS comment. I was picking up the birdie and looked up just for it to smack me right on the chin jerking my head and throwing me down on the floor. The next thing I knew there was a light fixture falling from the ceiling toward my head."
Bra sat right beside the bed and took a cream to spread it on his chin and right cheek. "You remember those two guys who were playing on the other court?" Goten nodded so she continued. "One of them hit their birdie, which for some reason had a weight attached to it or something I didn't quite catch the name, and it spiraled toward the fixture above you. It turns out that one of the screws was missing and the other one was loose."
She laughed earning a glare from him. "It's a freaky coincidence huh. I mean, what are the odds?"
"Pretty good," he growled at her mirth. "It is not funny." He placed his hand on his head, grimacing over the bump. "It hurts like hell in here."
"I'm sorry baby," she was still giggling so he only glared at her. She slid into her knees beside the bed and kissed him on the mouth. She was about to pull back from the slight peck when his hand sneaked behind her head toward the nape of her neck and pressed her down.
She was taken back by his force. The sensation started to travel upwards. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in. Her hands came to his neck, they played with the baby hair that was spread on it's back. He pushed her deeper, as if to swallow her. He groaned as she let her tongue stroke his. How he loved their physical contact.
A knock broke them apart. Bra jumped from her position, her hands brushing his chin. He flinched at the abrupt gesture but didn't say anything. The hole in his head had returned once again, the throbbing was truly killing him. What he wouldn't give for a sensu bean right now.
Mark entered the suite with a roller. On it was the soup that Bra had ordered and a complementary meal for her. "I was told to say that I hope you are feeling better and that if there is anything you need, anything at all, just to ring for it and it will be here."
"You were told to say that?" Bra reached for the soup and propped it on the bed.
"Yeah," Mark settled down on a chair and simply sat in silence as Bra helped Goten sit up on the bed. "Want me to help?"
"No," Goten refused the offer. "All I need is the pillows behind me and I'll be good. The less people that mess up here, the better."
"I'm sorry man," Mark grimaced at Goten's figure. "Karen should have known better than to throw that racket at you."
Goten glared at the mention of her name. "Please don't say that name for a while."
Bra placed the spoon in his hand and let him start on it. "Oh, you'll be better just after you get some rest. Remember that you have a really hard head."
She turned towards Mark. "And this is all actually your fault." She pointed her finger at him, scolding. "You should have known better than to get Karen into that mood in the first place."
Mark took a wine from the stroller and took a sip on a glass. "I know," he gripped the glass with force. "But we've always kid around on things. I didn't actually expect her to get into that mood."
"Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you played on her jealousy at the same time that your mother kicked her on her shins."
"What?" Mark sputtered his drink. "What does my mother have to do with this?"
"Wait," Goten intervened. "Machiela talked to Karen." He shuddered. "She must have said something to her that really upset her."
Mark wanted to throw the glass onto the floor and hear it break in pieces. "Damn it," he cursed.
"And then she walks right by to talk to her boyfriend and what does she find, Marc flirting with the dancers of the night club. Not only that, but letting her ramble about the awful singer that was contracted for the cruise had stolen her gig." Bra turned toward Goten in a decisive step. "If anyone ever did something like that, they would regret it."
She turned to Mark and continued. "What does she do? She's mad as hell. She has just received an ultimatum from her guardian, her guy has let another woman just paw him and she's been about to blow from her insults. She needs physical action, which burns her rage."
She motioned toward Goten. "He just came in at the wrong time and slipped at the wrong place. That should teach you to comment on the woman psyche Goten. What would your mother say?"
He paled a moment before continuing with his food. He muttered something that she couldn't catch. And she guessed that she wouldn't actually want to hear it.
"Why didn't she just throw herself off the ship?" Goten managed to say something that she could catch. "I'm too old for these things."
"No you're not." Bra let it go.
"Excuse me," Mark turned toward the doors to leave. "Everything that's on the stroller is complementary to you."
"I wouldn't talk to her if I were you." Bra offered as he started to slip out of the room. "She's not happy with you right now and you're on duty."
The door closed, leaving a smiling Bra and a grumbling Goten inside the room.
"I should have brought some sensu beans." Bra took the plate and helped him slide down the bed.
"You've been knocked worse," she said. "I don't know why you're taking this so hard."
"I'm getting old," he answered as he closed his eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore that thinks getting hit is fun."
"Sleep a little," she went to the other side of the bed, slipped off her shoes and snuggled to his side. "I'll be right here when you wake up.
Having spent the night awake to make sure that he drank some water when he woke up, she fell asleep the minute she closed her eyes.
Goten turned his head toward her, his left hand coming toward her face. His finger brushed her forehead, her cheeks, traced her lips and pulled away. He was going to get his dream after all. She was in his bed, and staying there until he woke up.
He hoped he wasn't dreaming again.
He didn't want to be dreaming again.
* * *
Bra walked through the restaurant as people sat around on their seats. The platform where Karen used to be on every night was indeed empty. The equipment was set up but there was no singer. Bra knew that she had worked the day before, but why would she be absent today?
The lights went low, a figure approached the stage and sat on the seat. She had some books set in front of her before the instrumentalist sat by the equipment.
The lights slowly came on in a slow melody and the person was revealed.
It was 'the hussy', as Karen had dubbed her the day before. She was on an evening dress that had been too small for her in the first place.
If she was singing, then something serious had happened.
Bra looked around, while glancing at her watch. She had told Goten that she would be back as soon as she told Karen of his condition, but it seemed that she had to be found first.
If she could find Mark, she was sure she would see where Karen was.
Drifting by the tables, she found him on his way from an order. He wasn't his usual flirty and devil may care attitude.
"Mark!" She called across the room to make him stop to wait for her. "Where's Karen?"
"She's in her room." He passed a hand through his hair. "She's made an allergy to something she ate yesterday morning. She's had a fever of 102 degrees for over 24 hours. The doctor says it'll blow over but she has no strength."
"Where's her room?" she asked preoccupied. "Is she really okay?"
"I don't know," he grimaced. "She's had allergies before and they really take a lot from her you know. She has these red rashes all over her body and her temperature doesn't go down."
"How did she manage to sing yesterday?" Mark led her down some stairs to the service rooms.
"She just did. She has always done this. If she's sick, she doesn't say anything to anyone at all. She's always keeping things inside of herself." He cursed and banged his hand against the wall. "Yesterday was a nightmare."
Bra couldn't help but feel sorry for the younger man. He was truly worried and exasperated.
"She didn't let me talk to her yesterday when I wanted to find out what my mother wanted. Then, she worked yesterday night and banned me from her room. I spent a restless sleep thinking of a way to get her to talk to me." He flexed the fingers of his hands. "This morning she's on her bathing suit and walking toward the pool area when she collapses. If I hadn't been following her trying to talk to her she could have really hurt herself."
"I'm sorry," Bra didn't know what else to say to him. She knew he cared for Karen since Karen had volunteered a lot of information the day before during their workout hours.
"She's still not letting you go in there," she looked at the door. It pointed to a normal room of an employee. "To take care of her, is she?"
"No," he stared at the door before turning back. "Just knock and she'll let you in."
"Alright," Bra remembered what she had promised before and called back to him. "Could you go to Goten's room and tell him where I am?"
"Sure, I'm on my break anyway."
Bra waited until he had left the hallway completely before knocking. A red haired woman answered the door. Bra recognized her as one of the dancers she had seen before.
"Is Karen alright?"
She was recognized by the woman who smiled and let her come in. "Yeah, she's still high in fever though." She let her come to the bed where Karen was resting. "I really need to get up there to the restaurant, could you stay with her until I get back?"
"Sure," she was left alone with the patient.
Seeing her face, the tranquility, she was almost afraid. So young was she, and so innocent it seemed.
She sat down on the chair where she could watch over her. A nurse to two people in two days.
One was getting better, one had just begun it's sickness.
Life was one big circle... just looking at the faces of the next generation brought a lot of answers to a lot of questions into her mind.
Danger always did that to you.
* * *
It was sunset again, but this time she had slept through it.
What actually woke her from it were the movements that had shaken her bed. She had felt a movement on her hands, her eyes opening, finding that her whole bed had moved as someone had gotten up.
"Hi," the voice whispered as he covered her lips with his. Just a touch, but enough to wake her up. She was woken fully.
"Hello," she responded. She sat up in bed and blinked as she got accustomed to the light. The window had been completely opened. Light spilled in. "What are you doing here?"
Goten was walking barefoot on the carpet. He was wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. His hair was rumpled, his body was bronzed, his eyes were twinkling.
She knew that he had noticed her once over his body. He was amused.
"I'm accustomed to it," he said to her as he slipped through the side door toward his room. He returned a minute later with a toothbrush in his mouth. He sat on the sofa and stretched his body to accommodate himself on it.
"I see," she picked herself up from the bed and started to stretch.
Each movement was seen by him, he couldn't stop himself.
"You move like a cat, did you know that?"
She stopped for a second before continuing to let her muscles work. "I know, but it's a habit of mine."
He chuckled before continuing. "Did you know that you purr sometimes when I caress your body?" He stood from his seat and advanced her like a predator on the prowl.
"No," she swallowed. "Do I really?" She covered her yawn.
"Yes," he stopped in front of her and placed his hands by her arms. His skin brushed her hairs which were standing on end. She shivered.
He let them fall into her waist. Lifting her shirt, he placed them on her back. He traced her collarbone to her neck, the shirt rising with his movements. She hummed at his touch. His hands went to the nape of her neck, one hand trapping her long hair in a fist. The other one trailed the skin. She shivered as the sensitive hairs bristled. She leaned forward, her head falling into his own neck. A sound emerged from her throat as he started playing with the baby hair in there. He placed a kiss where his fingers had been a second before retreating.
"There," he waited for her to gain her ground once again. "You did it again."
Her hand came to his right cheek, the marring red had diminished from sight. She cradled it before letting it drop to his chest.
"You always manage to do that to me."
"What," he asked playfully. "Make you purr?"
She smiled, "That too." She walked the step that separated them and lined her body with his. Their shoulders were touching, their legs were intertwined, their hips were pressed against one another. Their hearts beat loudly at their ears.
Her body was soft, his was hard. Their eyes were scorching.
"You always undo me, thoroughly." She brought her mouth to his, trapping her hands between them. She leaped into action. He didn't move an inch, which meant she was in control of everything.
Taking the chance, she teased him for a change. Her hands moved leisurely through his chest, caressing each muscle that leapt into her path, each curve that she could trace, each miniscule place she could touch. She leaned into the challenge, softening his lips with her assault. Not wanting to wait for him to let her access inside, she pinched his side.
He could barely jump and open his mouth when her tongue darted in. It was a fight inside. She wanted to control, he could take it away. He fought for it, won it for a while and then let her placidly take the reins once again.
They separated once again, their breaths coming in short gasps. She was smiling like a cat, he was looking her with desire in his eyes.
Both had come in victory.
"I hope I undo you thoroughly more times."
She traced his lips with her fingers, he got one inside his mouth, kissing and sucking it to shock her out. "So do I."
Bringing her to him once again, Goten let his forehead land on hers. They both stood there for a while in the silence. Neither took their eyes off of each other. They couldn't look away.
"What shall we do today?"
"Whatever needs to be done."
"Yeah," he walked toward the sofa and picked up his toothbrush to start the day. "That sounds just fine."
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And I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
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Author's Note : Two more chapters to go and maybe an epilogue. Depends on many things...
See you all later...
Moon Star