BY : Maddiesan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 6298
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or its characters. I make no money out of this fiction.

A/N: God, thank you so much for all the love! It's fuel for my muse! Thank you :)


Chapter 6: Discovery

There was a hollowness in her chest.

Her pulse felt slow and her breathing was shallow while her entire body was covered in aches, inside and out. She wanted to get up but she could not; all she could do was lay down in her bed and not move. It did not begin like this, it did not always feel like this. After her verbal spat with Goten, things began to go downhill. The first day, she was moody and grumpy. Every time someone spoke to her, she snapped. She did not mean to, it simply happened all on its own. Then, as the days went by, it became worst; she was lethargic. She dragged her feet around, she was not as committed to her studies or her inventions.

The worst part happened three weeks later when she did not get up at all. That morning, she stayed in the dark.

She had been that way ever since.

Her father tried to talk to her a few times, mumbling about how he warned her about it but she half listened. She did not want to, she did not have the energy to have him tell her I told you so. Instead, she shut him out each time. She could tell by the flares in his ki that he was less than pleased with her but she ignored that as well.

Goten had not tried to talk to her or contact her since that day. She supposed it was for the best. What would she want to say anyway? They said everything they had to say that day and nothing would change. He did not love her and this was - a mess they would have to deal with, one that might not even be as bad as her father made it out to be. She was fine. Well, mating wise she was fine. She supposed everything else was mostly - depression? She knew of it - though it was not something that should happened to her. She was Bura Briefs. She did not get depressed. She had no reason to - she had everything she could ever want.

And yet, she laid there in her bed, her blue locks tangled and greasy from the lack of showering, and in the same pink and white pyjamas she put on three days ago. She had yet to untangle herself from her silky white sheets. Why would she? She did not want to and frankly it required much more efforts than she was willing to exert. Instead, she let her face sunk in deeper into her soft pastel pink pillow, hoping to disappear inside of it. Unfortunately she was not that lucky. And to top it all off, the bite mark on her neck was driving her insane; it was itchy, it hurt, it burn. It did everything except leave her the fuck alone.

A sigh rolled off her lips and was muffled by the fabric of her pillow case.

Then, a knock echoed on her white wooden door.

She did not have to raise her head; she knew who it was. Her father.

"Go away, please."

She was not in the mood for it at the moment. Could he not understand that? She knew he was trying to help but whatever he had to say was not going to help.

Despite her clear refusal, he opened the door. Light came in and she was forced to shield her eyes with her hand. When was the last time she saw so much brightness? Dende.

Her dad did not close the door behind him, letting the light come in continuously, and then he sat down at the edge of the bed, forcing the mattress the sink. He did not speak, instead, he ran his fingers through her dirty hair, untangling the locks with her fingers. Her father was not always the kindest looking man. But he was sweet, in secret, with those he loved. Sometimes his methods were harsh but he always meant to help. She knew it was what he was doing now but it did not make the weight in her heart any less heavy. She let herself be soothed by the feeling of his fingers against her scalp. It did not help. The sadness in her heart kept growing.

"I warned you."

"I know," she said against her pillow.

"This is because of the mark."

"No, it's not. I'm just - " She did not know how to tell him. Actually, it was not even something she wanted to talk about with him. Feelings, relationship and sex; three conversations she did not want to have with her father. And yet, there she was, constantly having them.

"It is."

"Dad, I'm never going to be with Goten."

"I would rather not. It's too late."

"He hates me." Which was a very childish way of saying, she loved him and he did not feel anything for her in return.

"He does not."

"He sees me as his little sister. Same thing."

"He does not."

"How would you know?"

Vegeta sighed before removing his hand from her hair. He did not want to talk to her about this…in details. He was willing to answer her questions since clearly she was stuck in a mess and she did not know the first thing about mating. He thought she would eventually come to realize that he was right. Apparently, she was about as stubborn as her mother.

"He marked you."

"Yeah. Saiyans. Full moon. Crazy," she said sarcastically. Doing something because you are forced to do it was not the same thing as doing it because you wanted to do it.

"Yes, saiyans look for a mate. But he marked you. He could have taken you without marking you."

"He did."

"The first time."


"He felt something." Dende, he hated that word. He sounded like the woman.

For the first time in weeks, she perked up. She lifted her head and looked at her father. "Felt something?"

"He did not only do it because had to or it would not have worked. The mark took on you because you both wanted it."

There was that night. The one where he ended up drunk at her place. She remembered wanting to test her little theory and she did. He did like it; he did not even stop her. She thought - maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the haze of the dream. Could it be that it was something else? Could her father be right? No. He did not even fight her and he had not try to contact her since then. He felt nothing or he would have fought for it. Especially since it would not look bad on him. He could have always said the mark made him do it. No, Goten did not care.

"Maybe I wanted enough for the both of us," she said, a red hue covering her cheeks. She buried her face back in her pillow and she felt her father give up. For today, of course. He would be back tomorrow; he always was.

Suddenly, something blocked off the light.

"What is going on? A saiyan sickness?"

She recognized easily her brother's sneer. She snapped her head up and glared at him. "What do you want?"

"Did you catch the same thing as Goten?"

At the sound of his name, she felt her heart race. "What do you mean?" What - Goten?

"He's been mopping around, staying in his bed for the past week. He even missed work."

For a moment, her heart stopped beating. She inhaled deeply and shifted her glance from her brother to her father. Goten was feeling as crappy as she was? Deep down, she was glad. A part of her wanted him to suffer. Yes, she was selfish and spoiled. She did not care. She felt bad and it was all his fault; he marked her. And now he deserved to feel like his life was nothing more than a spiral of misery. Although, it did mean her father was right; it was all because of that fucking mark. It was making them both feel like crap because what? They were fighting and apart? It was ridiculous. Or was it - was the full moon coming up? Now that it was messing with her life, she should probably keep better track of it.

"Well, considering that what we have in common is you…"

"Ah. Ah. Funny." Her brother said before rolling his eyes and walking away.

Once he was out of hearing range, she leaned closer to her father. "Don't tell him."

She was mad at Goten and she wanted him to suffer but she did not want to ruin the friendship between her brother and him. They had been friends for so long and nothing should be worth their close friendship. Although, eventually… Trunks would find out. He was not stupid and if the bond was this strong, enough to affect them, the truth would slip out one day. Still, she wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible.

Her father simply nodded. He was not one to gossip or chat anyway, so she doubted he had any intention of telling him in the first place. Plus he probably knew what a mess it would make. And, he was more knowledgeable about the whole process than any of them. She was fairly certain there was a reason, hidden in there, that her father did not kill Goten the moment he found out. She was always his little girl, his little princess and he never really enjoyed the idea of her dating. This was probably no different, despite the fact that Goten was a saiyan - well a half-saiyan.

"What am I gonna do, daddy?"

"I told you already."

"That won't work."

Goten and her were not going to work. It simply was not meant to be. "Is there a way to break it?"


Yeah, no. "So no," she said with a scoff. "Plus, if that was a way to fix this, you would have already kill Goten," she added with a smile.

"It would hurt you."


"If I killed him, it would hurt you."

"Because of this?" she said as she let her hand traveled to the still visible mark on her neck.

He nodded.

And there it was. It probably hurt a lot if her father would not even dare to kill Goten. Did that mean - one day they would die. It would hurt? When someone who did not love her would die, she would feel the worst pain of her life. Great.

"Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Do this, with mom?"

He turned his head, looking away from her. It was almost missing but she saw it; a faint nod. He never showed how much he cared about her mother - at least not in public. Her father was a very private man and nothing would ever change that. But he loved them and he cared about them. He would not leave, not even for a fight. She would not trade him for any other father in the world. Even now, when this was hell and awkward and fifty shades of fucked up, he stayed and he tried to help. She had no energy, no will to fight.

"When's the next full moon?"


"Are we gonna -"


She blinked, her eyes opening wide. "No?"

"He marked you. The urges won't be as strong."

Then nothing was going to bring them together. They were going to stay apart and hurt and…never live their lives? Was this the fate that awaited them? She could stand being away from him forever but she could not stand staying like this for the rest of her life. Something had to be done. If only she knew what to do.

She sat up before leaning against his shoulder, her blue hair draping in front of her face. "What am I gonna do?" she repeated.


"Come on, get up."

He felt the coldness of the air as his blanket was being ripped away from his body. He tried to catch it, prevent it from being tugged away from him but it was hopeless. It was on the ground before he even had the chance to touch it.

"Get up before you don't have a job anymore. You wanna go back to your mother's?"

At those words, he was forced to move. He shifted in his bed, the sheets grazing at his stomach while he flipped on his back. Immediately, Trunks made the mistake of tugging at the blue curtains, shining light upon Goten's still sleeping form. And for a moment, he wondered if it would not be best to simply return to his mother's house. Then again, she would be worst than Trunks and he would not be allowed to be the vegetable he had been during the past few days. He could not remember what day it was when he last left his bed. Although from the looks of things Trunks knew and apparently it had been way too long. Fuck.

"Yeah I didn't think so," Trunks said as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest in a manner that reminded Goten of Vegeta. "What is wrong with you man?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Really? Then why have you been hiding in here for three days?"

Three days? He thought it had been longer than that. Maybe he should go in hiding for a while longer. It would at least prevent him from lying to his best friend. Because no matter what he could not tell Trunks what was going on. As a matter of fact he did not even know if what was happening to him had anything to do with that. Then again, he did begin feeling like shit after she sent him home so politely. He was sluggish, he did not eat - which was a big warning sign to begin with - and he was constantly tired. After a while, he gave into the feeling and let himself just…sleep. All the time.

He remembered Trunks visiting him… a few days ago? But he barely spoke; it required much more energy than he had to offer. This time, Trunks did not want to be ignored.

"I swear, I don't know what's up with you two."

You two? His ears perked up and he turned his head to look at Trunks. "What are you talking about?"

"You and my sister?" He sighed. "She's as much dead weight as you are."

Oh yeah, it had something to do with the mark. Despite that, he would not dare approach Bura; she made it very clear that she wanted them to stay as far from each other as they could. She wanted nothing to do with him. Apparently he was beneath her. He was not good enough for Bura. Of course not, she was a princess, so good, so smart and perfect while he was just a boy from the woods. The word bitch came to mind but he did not dare to think it. Those words had been playing in his mind ever since they spoke and he had not been able to forget about it. It bugged him. Why would she say that?

Actually, he knew why; she was Vegeta's daughter. She thought she was better than everyone.

She had to know they could not be together. He might as well be twice her age! She was not even eighteen years old yet - she was a kid. Alright, she looked nothing like a child and she was raised to be a spoiled adult most of her life but it did not matter. He would have stood by her because it was the right thing to do but she had to understand his previous actions. He was freaking out - he still was. He could not go from seeing her as a sister to something else in a day. He was not even sure he ever could. It did not mean he intended on abandoning her. But it was what she wanted and it seemed that Bura Briefs always got what she wanted. So he would do it, he would never see her again if that was what she wanted.

Although that did nothing to explain why it pissed him off so much.

He remembered very clearly the day she told him. He wanted to chase after her and yet his feet were glued to the ground. Going after her would have been what he wanted. Leaving her alone was what she wanted. And that made all of the difference. He still felt he wronged her when he took her that night. The least he could do was avoid her. Right?

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

No. He had to lie. "Nothing is going on."

"Then why are you acting like this? Why is my sister so depressed?" His expression shifted and suddenly, he appeared to be angry. Not good. "Did you fuck my sister?" he spat out.

Goten knew Trunks was not an idiot. Eventually, he would have connected the dots and at the moment it appeared very bad. Goten kept looking away from Trunks. He was not good with this kind of shit. He could not lie, ever and it was worst when it came to Trunks. They were best friends, they knew everything about each other and they grew up together, almost like brothers. Trunks would know the moment he would speak. What was he supposed to do? If he did not answer, it was worst. Yes he fucked his sister and the less he could do was to be man enough to admit to it. Would he even have the time to explain it was not all his fault? Then again, it was. It might have affected him but he should have been stronger, he should have done better.

The silence was thick, heavy with rage and Goten knew he could not take it back, they could not go back from this.

Instead, he sat up in his bed, resting his arms on his raised legs. His back was slouched, his eyes never looking at Trunks' face. "I'm sorry."

And then it happened. He did not even have time to see it coming but he knew it would end this way. He felt Trunks' fist connect with his face and before he knew it, he was thrown against the wall, denting it with his body. He never resisted, he did not even try to defend himself. This was the reaction he expected from Vegeta, the beating he thought he deserved for what he did to Bura. He did not care that she said it meant nothing; he remembered the tears, he remembered when she came to him that night and was a mess. He did it, he created that day. And now he could not even fix it.

All it did was leave the both of them completely miserable.

Goten let his body fall to the ground and did nothing when he saw Trunk coming at him again. He punched him in the jaw, again and again and again. Goten heard Trunks' knuckles crack and he felt his jaw was ready to do the same. Blood splattered and he knew it was his but he still let his best friend hit him.

After a few more hits, it stopped.

"How? Not you, man, not you."

He was aware that his little sister did not look like most sixteen years old. He was aware that most men looked at her with lust in their eyes and he hated all of them. He wanted to beat them, punch them and protect her. They did not always get along but she was his little sister nonetheless. Goten grew up with her as well. He always saw her as a little sister, at least that was what he thought. Apparently, he was just waiting for his chance to jump her. Bura was far from innocent, he knew that. She could be a tease. But - she would not seduce Goten all on her own. He did not even notice her ever looking at him.

What was happening.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"No, you don't get to be sorry."

Goten was his oldest friend, his best friend. They spent their whole life together and he knew he would always be fine because Goten would always have his back and now…he used that trust to stab him in the back.

"She's sixteen!"

He never saw Goten even looking at girls younger than twenty-two. How could he suddenly go for his sixteen years old sister? "She's a kid."

"I know." He was lower than low.

Trunks wanted to be mad, he wanted to yell but he wanted Goten to fight back. How was he supposed to beat the shit out of his best friend when he did nothing to defend himself? Punching did not feel good anymore; it just made him feel like shit. He wanted a good fight so that he could let out all the pent up rage. His world was crumbling around him and he did not like it. He wanted to hate Goten but he would never be able to hate him. What was he supposed to do?

"Why?" he managed to ask.

"It's complicated."

"I said why. You fucked my little sister. The least you could do is tell me what the fuck made you do that?"

Goten moved himself away from the wall and felt the blood dripping down his face as he did so. He tried to move his jaw but it hurt. He was going to be bruised up tomorrow. "I - " He ran his fingers through his hair. "Your dad said it was -"

"My dad?" Trunks looked stunned. "My dad knows about this?"

Goten nodded.

"And you're still alive?"

Goten nodded again.

Alright it was official; he lost his mind. There was no way that in this universe Goten fucked his little sister and his dad knew about it and did not care. It did not make any sense and he felt like his head was ready to explode. Why was everyone keeping this a secret from him and why were they all okay with it? Did his mother knew as well?

He grabbed Goten by the shirt and lifted him from the ground. Goten stood on wobbly feet but made no attempt to move. "Come on," he said as he released him from his hold.


"We're going to my house and you're coming."

"I don't think…"

"It wasn't a question."

"Your sister doesn't wanna see me."

Trunks stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Goten. "Why?"

"It's not like that okay. I didn't force her." He was willing to take a lot of shit for what he did but he would not pretend to be something he was not. Yes, he was the older one, yes he should have stopped the situation but he did not rape her. She was a willing participant. Well, they were both semi willing participants.

"I don't care. You're coming and you're all gonna explain it to me." He took a step forward but Goten never moved. "Don't make me drag your ass there because I will."

Their strengths might be equal but right now, Trunks was pretty sure he was angry enough to kill someone and Goten should not test him.

And he knew that. Because after Trunks' little threat, he did follow. Although he made sure to keep some space between him and his soon to be ex best friend.

Hell was about to begin.


Quietness surrounded Bura's bedroom as the room was plunged into darkness once more. Her dad had agreed to leave her alone and she had been quite grateful. She was quite aware of her problem at hand but she had decided that she had no desire to deal with it at the moment. Plus, it might get better once the full moon was gone. Although…it had begun weeks ago, even before they were near the full moon. Still, if all she had to do was deal with herself being moody and grumpy… she could do that. She would just be acting like her father and everyone tolerated him. It would be fine.

Or so she thought it would be.

Until she felt two familiar kis coming towards her house.

One was Goten, which already created a empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The second one was her brother - and he was royally pissed off.

Oh fuck. He told him. Goten told Trunks.

Bura jumped out of her bed and scrambled to her feet. She did not even take the time to look at her reflection in the mirror. She began racing downstairs, her heart pumping. Why would Goten tell Trunks? That did not do any good to anyone! Had she not told her father to keep his mouth shut? Even he had agreed it was the best thing to do. She was trying to save their friendship and he just went and ruined it. Even Goten could not be that stupid! Why did he want to waste the one good thing he had?

When she arrived near the front door, it was too late; they were already in the house.

Goten was almost hiding behind Trunks who had rage written all of his face and steam coming out of his ears. Oh yeah, he knew.

"What did you do?" she asked as she let her back slump.

"What did he do?" Trunks asked as he stepped forward. "What did you do?"

"Trunks, it's none of your business," she angrily replied.

She did not need anymore people to know about this. As a matter of fact she would have been happy if nobody have ever known. Secrets could never truly stay secrets could they?

"You. My best friend. It's kind of my business."

"No, it's not. You don't even know what happened."

"No but apparently everyone else does! DAD KNOWS?"

"Yes he does. And he was even less pissed off than you are. So calm down."

"Calm down?"

His rage was slowly fading; instead, there was a bit of sadness forming in his blue eyes. Did she not realize why he was so mad? It was not all about Goten. It was about her. He was supposed to protect her, look out for her and instead he let that happen. He failed as her brother.

"B, you're a kid."

She put her hands on her hips before knitting her eyebrows. "No, I'm not."

"You might think you're not, but you are. You're sixteen."

"So? I'm not a kid. I know what I'm doing."

"You think you do but you don't."

"You don't even know what this is."

"Shut up. The both of you."

Both siblings raised their heads at the sound of their father's voice. They turned around only to find him standing beside them, looking less than pleased. "You're interrupting my training."

"You knew about this?" he asked in an accusatory tone.


"And you did nothing?"

"You can't do anything."

"Maybe you can't."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Just be glad you didn't do the same with his niece." He could only deal with one brat at a time. And frankly, the Sons family was involved enough in his life as it was. He did not need his son and her. Not now. Then again, she was a bit younger than Bura, so they might have a bit of time before they had another catastrophe on their hands. Or maybe his son would feel nothing for her. That would be the ideal solution.


"It's the full moon!" Bura finally screamed. "We're saiyans. The full moon makes us want to fuck. I was old enough, it affected me, it affected him. It was nothing, it meant nothing."

The full moon? He never felt any different under the full moon.

"You don't notice it. There's no one available for you," Vegeta added when he saw the confusion on his son's face.

"So you had sex because of the full moon?"

"I marked her."


Goten sighed. He could not take it. He could not let her stand there and explain everything they did by herself. Especially since he was the one who did the worst of it all. It was his fault they were tied together forever.

"He formed a bond with her. An unbreakable bond," Vegeta explained. He did not know why the idiot spoke; he knew nothing of the bond. Neither did his daughter. Hence why he looked about as miserable as she did.

"What?" He was beginning to sound like a broken record.

"We're linked together, forever. Oops," Bura said as sarcastically as possible.

Ever since Goten had arrived, she tried not to look at him. She did not want to see his face, she did not want to see his eyes on her. Although, now it was beginning to be difficult; she wanted to, she needed to. She dared to tilt her head slightly to the left. There he was. Like her, he was in his pyjamas. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. Trunks had been right; he was not sleeping either. They were just both, sad and depressed. What a wonderful pair they made.

"Look, it's complicated. We're dealing with it."

"You're dealing with it?" he asked in disbelief.

He was not happy about any of this and so far he had only gotten half answer but it was enough for him to get the gist of it. He knew they had not seen each other in a long time which might explain why they both looked like they went through hell. At first he thought it might be the guilt but now, with the new information, he was convinced it was much more than that. What were they doing to each other? They looked like they might die if they stayed apart? Was it all part of that bond his father mentioned?

"You're not dealing with it. You both look like shit."

And at those words, neither Bura or Goten could manage to look at Trunks. Instead, they both stared at the ground.

"I don't want you two in the same room. I don't even want you to near each other." He sighed, running his hand through his now damp hair; all this stress was making him sweat. "But you can't stay like this. Clearly it's fucking killing you."

"I have nothing to say to him," Bura said, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Then you better find something," Trunks warned.

He marched back in direction of Goten and once again grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him forward, He shoved him in direction of his sister, nearly causing them to bump into each other. Fortunately, Bura was fast enough to avoid him and moved out of the way.

"Upstairs, the both of you." He saw them open their mouths in protest but he did not give them a chance to speak. "Now. I don't care. Come back down when you're not dying. But don't have sex," he said, almost ready to shiver in disgust.

He might have to accept this, for the time being, but he was not ready for either of them to be involved that way. He was only letting them be alone because clearly they needed it. He might be pissed off as hell but he was not going to let them die because of it.

"Dad?" Bura asked, looking at her father for support.

"The brat's right." He would not have actually brought Goten to his own home but the solution would work. He already mentioned to them that they needed each other and there was no escaping this but instead, they chose to remain apart. They brought it on themselves and he was not going to help his daughter out of it. And Trunks was right on one thing; although it might not kill them, it was not good for them to be apart while ignoring what was happening.

They needed each other. As much as he hated it.

"I'm not going upstairs with him."

"I will lock you in the GR with him if I have to."

"Oh cause I can't get out of there."

"300g. Locked."

Bastard. He knew she never trained under gravity. Prick. She kept her arms crossed for a few seconds, her nose crunched up and her lips twisted into a grimace. And then she gave up. She let her arms dropped to her sides, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was easy to hide from him when he was not there. It was another story when she was stuck with him.

"I'm not gonna say anything," she said as she brushed past Goten and went upstairs.

It took a few seconds but he eventually followed her.

His whole body was tensed as he watched her hop the stairs all the way to her bedroom. His blood felt thick, his heart was thumping and he felt deaf. He would feel miserable forever. They were not going to fix this. None of this could be fixed.

His world was over.

His life was hell.


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