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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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The weekend plans had not kept him away; it had only added fuel to his fire.
Bra had never thanked him for the beautiful rose, which thrived in a small vase of water on the stand beside her bed. What she was not expecting, though, was that she would be greeted by a new flower every morning with an encouraging note gently tied to each stem. It would be resting on her windowsill since the breaking dawn, simply waiting to be discovered.
She smiled and scoffed quietly before opening up her window and grasping the flower with her fingertips; Bra tilted the beautiful petals just beneath her nose to inhale the light fragrance that the rose had emitted. Still allowing her senses to dance from the scent, she fondled with the note to open it and read his encouraging words of the day. I hope you smile today; it looks beautiful on you.
“I give him an inch and he takes a mile…” She whispered to herself while un-wrapping the stem from the light string. As a portion of her newly-found routine, she plopped the rose into the vase and stared at them with such a soft gaze. The shake of her head was subtle when she mentally counted the roses; despite his successful attempts to woo her, the happiness continued to be a difficult adaptation.
Behind the crystal clear vase was a small, plastic picture frame that contained Marcus’s obituary, propped up and facing her bedside. She read each word with sad eyes; Bra would spend the rest of her life blaming herself for his untimely passing, no matter how happy she would ever be in life. Tears had welled in her beautiful, blue eyes; how could she smile knowing that she was the result of a man’s death?
Her thoughts then shifted towards her father; he was so strong and proud, physically and emotionally. She would never admit how much she truly envied him. Despite being an adult and living in the same residence as he, she had never seen him cry. Not even once. She had never seen him upset, unless one would count anger; he was notorious for this short fuse of his. It was as though his emotions were made of stone; impossible to break or budge. He had been born into and raised in an environment of brutality and violence, of course. She would not expect any less from him. Perhaps Bra needed to be more like Vegeta. Life would be a lot less painful for her if this was so.
She had gotten up and had carried on with her day. She had accompanied her mother to a meeting with Trunks, regarding the sales that had dropped slightly lower than average this time of year, along with a review of share prices on the stock market. Bra silently enjoyed her time with Pan as they filled the coffee pots and stocked the light snack bar for the attendants in the large conference room. Oh, curious Pan, leave it to her to spot that something was wrong with Bra; when she asked her if she was okay, Bra simply pretended not to hear and immediately offered her opinion on how to skyrocket sales again.
Afterwards, the four dined at a five star seafood restaurant and talked about the day’s event. Her nosy brother had poked at her injured arm and she hissed curse words in retaliation. When Pan was confused about the commotion, Bra had to explain how a ‘thug’ had thrown a brick through her bedroom window and the separate incident of collapsing atop the glass. Despite her efforts to press that she was fine, Pan continued to study her. And much against Bra’s knowledge, Trunks did too. There was something different about her.
For Bra, though, nothing had seemed amiss; it was just another average day for the Brief Family.
Bra had opened her eyes and awakened during that night’s slumber, only to find that the sun was preparing to greet their end of the world for the day. “Stupid bladder,” she grumbled while stumbling into her private bathroom, yawning and stretching while she lifted her nightgown and had sat on her toilet. While doing her business, she scratched her scalp, only messing her hair up further in the process. Not like it had mattered; she was barely awake and was even less caring about her appearance. She lifted her weight from the toilet to toss her paper into the bowl and flushed. When she washed her hands, she briefly looked at her face. It’s no wonder Pan would not stop looking at her; she looked like hell, but she was feeling more radiant every day. And it was wonderful. Make-up would cover any questionable misery.
She groggily walked back to her bed and lifted the covers to crawl back underneath, only to quickly gaze to the barely-greeting sun’s rays that peeked from the Oceanside. A tall, muscular figure was standing and crouching over her windowsill; as a result, she jumped out of her bed and had fallen onto the floor at this terrifying discovery. Her eyes peeked barely above the bedside to view this person; they had seemed alerted by the sound that had come from her bedroom, but they did not run. They proceeded to crouch again and place something at her windowsill. Her jaw dropped. Goten!?
She pulled herself into a stand and ran to the window, only to meet his gaze. He, too, jumped back in surprise to see her. Not caring about the chilling breeze that had awaited her, she opened the door to her balcony. “What are you…” She immediately wrapped her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm.
“Why are you up?” She heard his familiar voice.
“I… I had to use the bathroom,” She looked to the cement flooring below them, not noticing that he had picked the rose back up. He lifted his arms towards her and the door to urge her back inside. “Do you want to come in?” She had asked when she walked through the frame.
Not answering her, he followed her into her bedroom. “Nice place.” She smiled and continued rubbing her arms from the cold outside. He shut the door behind them and she looked at him in great curiosity; it was the first time that she noticed that he was blushing.
“Why are you up?” She retorted.
“I’m always up early to help my mother out with her farm. I just wanted to… uh… give you this before I headed back,” he held out another beautiful rose with a note strapped to the stem; just like the ones from before. It was her turn to blush when the stem was between her fingertips.
“Thank you…” She said breathlessly. “But… why?”
He fidgeted with the edge of his shirt. “I don’t know… Uh…” he paused in the middle of a shrug. “I just don’t want you to hurt anymore. I figured this would… erm… make you smile.”
She stared at him in amazement. “Goten… that’s so nice of you.” She stepped closer to him. “It does help me wake up every morning. That’s for sure.” She caught him staring at her lips. “Thank you… but you don’t have to do this. I mean you do live—“
“I want to,” he stepped even closer. “Because, you know, you’re okay, Bra.”
“Okay?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Well, I can’t really say what I … “
“Why not? It’s just me.”
He watched her barely leave a gap between the two of them. “You’re okay… you’re good…” He slowly leaned in. “You’re… amazing. Perfect.”
She finally allowed him to take his lips with her. The rose immediately dropped to the floor beside them while he scooped her into his arms, into a perfect embrace. Their faces moved from side to side accordingly, with the perfect sync to explore each other further. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her closer to him; oh, lord Kami, he needed this woman. How could he have ever denied this claim? She was of more worth than any precious diamond or pearl that her money could buy.
Bra gripped onto his arms and had nudged him back towards her bed and let him collapse on top of her. He caught himself and balanced his weight on his forearms, trapping her beneath him while he devoured her in embraces with his lips. She synced with him and had placed his lips on his throat, feeling the vibrations of his near-silent moans that he had held back. He had then lied beside her and scooped her close to his body again, feeling every inch of her perfectly arched back beneath the silk, barely covering nightgown. Their hands had then joined tightly, with their fingers lacing perfectly together. He pulled his face away and looked into her big, blue eyes, seeing that she had appeared confused, yet captivated. “You need to get some sleep… I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered to her between kisses.
“Just kiss me,” Bra requested quietly. “Just for a little bit longer.”
Goten happily obliged and captured her lips again. He was officially hers. All hers.
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