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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His blood pumped. His breathing pace hastened from the moment that he had heard her voice, yet he maintained his steady, calm front. The moment that he had been aching for, for so long, had finally arrived. Those words that had passed from her lips to his ears had sent him soaring through the clouds and through the heavens. A wide smile had drastically lightened his features, as bright as the warming sun that had melted the snow. Perhaps, with this hope, his agony, his pain, his misery would finally end.
“I’m not doing—“ He had begun to seal his pain away forever while she opened this door of opportunity for him, only to be paused by her frightened scream. Goten had then heard a loud thud shortly after this sound of horror and it had sent him into a panic, as he was unaware of what was occurring. “What was that?” He attempted to make his tone humorous and prepared a light joke about whatever misfortune that had happened, yet he only heard silence. “… Hello?”
He had closely checked his phone to ensure that he was still connected. Once he confirmed that their call was continuing, he slowly lifted himself to a stand and had subconsciously begun to pace the room, focusing his concerned stare towards the ground while listening closely for any audible action. “Bra?” He heard himself echo into the silence. “Bra!?” He shouted again, growing increasingly worried. “Are you there?”
Though he was almost sure that he could have her, he could not help but immediately be washed away from his subtle insecurity. Goten’s body had frozen at all of the unlikely scenarios that had played through his mind; perhaps she was simply staging a scene to cut him off, having backed out of her decision to spend time with him. Just to taunt him and kick his face into the dirt, just as though she had done after their first rendezvous. He swallowed. No. She can’t do this to me again. A single tear had threatened to escape from his left eye but he quickly blinked it away before it had a chance. This insufferable feeling was only because he knew that she was capable of doing such a thing to him. She was half Briefs, half royalty, after all, which could serve as quite the lethal combination.
He attempted to shun this possibility out of his mind, yet he was plagued with fear. As the son of the strongest warrior that the universe had ever seen, this would rarely happen. He was unsure of the terror that had nipped at every inch of his body, inside and out, yet he could not turn his attention away from this. Was she hurt? Surely it would be something as simple as Vegeta catching her on the phone with him. He had concluded the panic was only a part of his anxiety.
His ears were then filled with a noise; Bulma’s voice! She, too, sounded quite as frantic as he had felt. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Even someone like Bra Briefs would not pull her mother into one of her melodramatic stunts. He could not interpret what she was saying, for the static of the phone had made her words inaudible, which had worried him further about the unknown event that had disrupted their conversation.
Goten looked at the front door and knew what he had to do.
When her eyes had opened again, Bra’s vision was blurred to a great extent, yet the light that had glared upon her had disrupted her sense of sight further. She squinted and began to block the brutal rays, only to find that her arm had been strapped over her head. Naturally, she had yanked in an attempt to free her trapped limb. “No, no, miss! Please do not move!” she had heard an unfamiliar voice, which had heightened her unexpected struggle.
“What the fuck!?” She had blurted out in a loud voice, but Bulma had pressed her hands onto her daughter’s shoulders to stop her from squirming. “What the hell is – what is this!?”
“Calm down,” her mother had eased her anxiety almost instantly. “We’re almost done.”
“With what?” Blinking, Bra lifted her confused gaze and observed a nurse stitching the skin of her left forearm together; the wound appeared to be about several inches long and had occurred just below the joint of her elbow. “What happened?”
This had concerned her mother. “Don’t you remember?” When Bra had begun to recollect the memories of the previous incident, Bulma explained. “Someone threw a brick through your bedroom window. You apparently fainted and cut your arm on the broken glass.”
Bra shook her head. “All I remember is… well… I was on the phone with –“ She paused; the conversation between herself and Goten had suddenly hit her. “Are we almost done!?”
“We are,” the nurse nodded. “We have about five more stitches to go; you were unconscious during most of them.”
“Ugh! Hurry up!”
“Calm down. We will get your precious cellular phone to you after the mess is cleaned and the investigation is through.” Bra proceeded to drop her head against the cot’s bedding, moaning in defeat, knowing that she would not be leaving any time soon… at least, not as quickly as she wanted to.
Her gaze fixed on the nurse’s work, slowly remembering the situation that had sent her to receive stitches. She had finally attempted to follow her father’s advice by ‘swallowing her pride’ by taking the first step of acceptance of her inevitable fate with Goten, but was abruptly injured in a vague attack. Soon. What did this individual, or individuals, mean by soon? Who in the hell were they, and why were they after her, of all the people? Though she automatically assumed that it was due to her family’s riches as these events happened often, these questions had only swirled in her mind and had only left her with more confusion. And doubt.
Despite her status, she actually lived a relatively normal life; one of her largest hobbies was shopping and adding on to her oversized wardrobe. Occasionally, she would meet with friends for a drink at the local bar or club, both of which was legal for her age. Bra had broken the law as a teenager, but only a couple of times by shoplifting, simply to see what the commotion was about that had come from her peers. She didn’t need to steal to get what she had wanted; she had more riches than her city’s government, therefore, she did not receive any type of thrill whatsoever.
Her thoughts had shifted to Marcus; her heart twinged at the recurring invasion of her mourning. The man shared an equally large reputation as she, only he was one of the most feared villains of west City. Human villains, she should press; he proudly disobeyed laws simply by living the life that he wanted to live, for his record was longer than his own height of six foot tall. And rightfully so, for she had witnessed his erratic behavior with her own two eyes. She would never know what type of business that he was conducting, for he was rather secretive of what he would do. What she did know, though, was that the underground community of addicts had followed him as though he was their own personal God for their fixes, as he ran a large, successful, and (very) illegal drug cartel.
His smuggled shipment must have came in the night that he had died, she had thought, for there were seven that were arrested, some of which were known distributors that assisted him greatly in the dangerous underground gang.
His gang.
His gang.
Bra froze.
Vegeta hopelessly sat on the couch and had flipped through the channels on the television set with this device that was called a ‘remote’. He sighed in disgust while passing station after station, only to pause on a horror movie, whose characters were covered in massive amounts of fake blood; this pathetic scene for entertainment had only seemed like children’s play for him, for his situations that he had endured were too brutal to forget. So brutal, it would make these overpaid actors and their directors collapse from the savagery of the previous purges that he had participated in under the rule of his former leader, Frieza. If some could manage to stomach the horror, it would make them take notes of improvement for their wasted time called a movie.
He growled and tossed the remote control onto the couch beside him. He stood, prepared to continue the maintenance of his body by training, yet he had suddenly stopped, for he had sensed an energy level quickly approaching the capsule corporation. Vegeta’s eyelids closed to mere slits, focusing on the upcoming arrival; the energy seemed to be under great distress. He inhaled deeply through his nose and had walked to the door. Three… two… one… He swung the wooden barrier open. “She’s in the nurse’s ward.”
Goten blinked. “Why?”
Vegeta rolled his eyes and allowed the young man to enter the residence, pointing to the long hallway by the staircase. Goten had dashed past him in a blinding speed at the very light scent of Bra’s blood, desperate to sense Bra’s energy. He had searched and searched for her life form and finally succeeded when a separate hallway had led him to another wing of the corporation. Why would a relatively small family need such a large place to live? He would fail to be surprised if they owned their own private supermarket somewhere in this house.
Her energy had seemed stronger once he approached a large set of wide doors. He pressed his hand on the cool metal and had pushed it forward, walking through, only to discover Bra’s energy becoming closer and closer. He began to pass the first door on the left and was consumed with relief, for he had finally found her. The nurse was lightly dabbing some clear ointment on the fresh wound of her arm and was giving her some brief instructions for care and maintenance of the healing process. Bra was merely staring at her arm, blinking in such a blank state.
“Come back in about a week,” the nurse had told her. “Thankfully, the wound was not as severe as it looked, so it should be healed by then.”
Bulma stood and sighed in relief. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”
Bra flexed her arm and barely winced. “This is going to take a while to get used to.”
“It’s only temporary,” The nurse had smiled. “By the time you’re used to them, it’ll be time to get them removed.”
“Now, don’t go to your room until I say—“ Bulma began to say, but Bra’s gaze had lit up just as bright as Goten’s when their eyes met. “Goten!” Without thinking, she had ran into his arms and had tried to hug him tightly, but winced at the protesting pain of her wound. Instead, she burrowed her face in his chest and inhaled his scent with such delight. Goten’s arms were tightly around her body, pulling her closer to him burying his face in her thick, blue hair. “Oh, thank goodness you’re all right. What happened?” He only lightened up his tight hold to allow her to look at him and answer.
“I… fell. On some broken glass,” she quietly replied.
Bra could read the vast confusion on his face. “Broken glass? Where?”
She bit her lip and looked away from his eyes, beginning to feel rising concern about his reaction of the incident. Goten looked towards Bulma for answers, but he was not prepared for the former heiress’s gaping jaw and widened eyes towards the scene that had just unfolded in front of her. Goten slowly looked at his arms, which were still locked around her daughter, and immediately let go and jumped back from her. “Bulma, I--!” This alerted Bra to look at Bulma. “It’s not what it looks like! I was just worried! That’s all!”
“Say no more,” Bulma smiled slyly before walking past the couple to exit the nurse’s station. “I was young once.”
Goten’s cheeks flushed into a deep shade of crimson; the new color had eventually spread to his entire face as he watched her leave. Oh, good grief, how he let this obese feline out of the bag. Without his knowledge, Bra had looked to ensure that her mother had truly left the area by looking through the door way and from side to side. “Anyway, as I was saying…” Goten immediately turned his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him. “You’re not … doing…”
He shook his head. “Why?”
“Well…” she twirled her hair beneath her fingers. “If you … erm… wanted to… we could--”
He charmed her with his breathtaking smile. “Do something?” She stifled a giggle and bit her lip as she quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Well… I am rather busy.” Her eyes flashed to his in utter surprise. “I’m kidding. I’d love to… What did you have in mind?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stuttered when he wrapped his arm around her and began to walk. “What do you like to do?”
“Things a pretty girl like you wouldn’t be caught dead doing.”
Bra’s stubbornness took over. “Try me.”
“Gladly.”
Watching them walk down the hall, Bulma re-appeared from around the corner with a chuckle escaping from her throat. “I knew it.”
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