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Moonlight	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I LIIIIVE!

Moonlight

Chapter 15: Transformation
He drummed his fingers on his thigh, the waiting and stress forming a lump in his throat. Ever since he left Capsule Corp. on that fatal day, he understood that it was best if he stayed away. Bulma was accepting of him, Vegeta tolerated him because he had no other choice, but Trunks did not feel the same. His best friend simply stopped talking to him. No more phone call, no more text. And honestly, he figured out that coming by would be a bad idea. Trunks was even ignoring his own sister. So really, what were his chances that he was going to talk to him when apparently he meant nothing at all. He thought Trunks understood how complicated and fucked up this all was…
And now?
Now it was Bura who came to him.
So, they were in his apartment, watching a movie, and he could not even pay attention to it.
She never stayed too late - as to not disobey the rule imposed upon them. Technically she should not even be there, but her family was fairly busy during the day which allowed them a bit of free time. She showed up at his door, a movie in hand, and he never even thought about refusing her. Especially not when she showed up all bouncy and tight clothes. He had not meant to stare, but skin was showing everywhere, curves spilling out of thin fabric and - and he had lost himself there. She had pushed herself in and dropped on his couch like she belonged there and he did not even argue with her. Instead, he joined her and now he was still stuck in that torture.
He was an out of control teenager.
Goten watched her, mesmerized by the movie, while he had to shift his position to make it more... comfortable. His pants were getting tight and it was not a good thing. She was not even doing anything; she was not looking, she was not flirting... Why was he acting this way? Get a grip, he chastised himself.
"Is it boring?"
She asked her question without even looking at him. She knew what he was going through; she set it up. She may or may not have teased herself before her planned arrival. Of course, even she was suffering through the leftover from her little play time, but it did not seem as bad as what he had going on. It was also the reason why she avoided looking at him. She did not trust herself control. She might have gotten him to cave once, but it was not nearly enough. It needed to be a repeated behavior if she wanted him to learn a lesson. If she came to him, it would not be the same; she wanted his submission, his acceptance of the situation. But damn he was stubborn. He already jumped her bones once. What was one more time? They accepted the reality of their situation and yet he kept on fighting it.
His moral compass had to go.
"No, no, it's good." Hopefully she was not going to ask him what was going on in the movie. He did not know. Did she notice he was strange? Was she playing with him?
She offered him a quick nod while pressing her lips together. Liar. He was not even watching. Heck, she was not even watching. She was too busy stealing glances at him when he was not looking. She dared to slide towards him slightly, pushing her breasts upwards by crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Goten watched with wide eyes as her unbound breasts bounced. Unbound?! He exhaled loudly through his nostrils and his bottom lip trembled. Why did he not notice that before? His eyes traveled down watching as her nipples peaked through her pale beige shirt. Was it cold or was she aroused? Perhaps she was feeling the same way he was? It would not be the first time. He was not the only one out of control when they last laid together. She was as bad as he was. Plus there was no rule right? They came to that agreement. They would just make it up as they went and see where all of this would lead. Of course, it was leading them right back into the throes of passion. Was that bad?
Idiot. Obviously it was.
But he was so hopeless, so weak.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"What?"
"Well, you've been staring into space ever since I got here. If you didn't want to hang out, you should have said no. It's that simple," she snapped.
The subtle method had yet to work and honestly she was tired of wasting time. She could not be gone forever - even though she did technically had her mother's approval. Also being here was better than being around her brother who was throwing a fit. Despite everyone'ls attempts to talk to him, he remained angry and closed off. She thought Goten was his main target, but she was wrong; she learned that she was. Goten might have broken the number one rule, but she did something worse; she stole his best friend and destroyed their friendship. Yes, Trunks put most of the blame on Goten because he was the 'adult', but if it was not for her, none of it would have happened.
She was who he hated the most at the moment.
"I'm sorry, okay. I do wanna hang out." That was it, that was the best he had to offer; he did not even know what to say to defend himself.
Bura sighed, but leaned back into the couch. "Sure."
He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking them back. "Look, I just don't know how to act."
That bullshit excuse again. She was so sick of hearing it over and over again. He sounded like a broken record. "I think we're over that."
"Are we?" She was okay with all of it; she lured him into the darkness without even a second thought. How was she so accepting of it all? Or maybe the question was, why was he fighting it so much? No matter what he did he kept on losing.
"We fucked Goten. Multiple times. Get over it. Just act however you wanna act." It was that simple. He was the one who insisted on making this more complicated than it had to be.
The way the word left her lips send a tingle through him. "Bura it's not -"
"Yes IT IS!" she shouted, cutting him off. "Stop with the fucking conscience Goten. Pretty sure you weren't thinking about all that when you were fucking me."
No, because when he was buried deep inside of her, he could not think about any of that. His brain ceased to work and she became his entire world. He did everything and anything she asked like a puppet. When they were joined he forgot about the pain in his heart, his shortness of breath - all the agony vanished away. But he could not admit any of it out loud yet. Shame remained inside of him, swirling around and vaguely reminding him that he was a shitty human being. Every time he tasted her flesh, every time he bruised those lips, he fell further. He already knew there was no way out of it. But he kept resisting it. Though not in the same way. He knew he would have her again. It was pointless to ignore that.
Bura saw the fire shine in his eyes; this was something she could work with. She dropped to her knees, turning her body to face him and grace him with a nice view of her cleavage. She inched herself closer on all four and watched while panic spread over his face. He was cornered like an helpless animal. She stopped when her hands reached his feet and she flattened her palms over them, grasping her fingers around the flesh, keeping him stuck there. He would never pull away from her. Her eyes met his and once she knew she had his full attention, she inched her hands higher, higher and higher...all the way to his knees. She used her grip to spread them apart and inserted herself between his legs.
"What's wrong, why are you so distracted?" Now she was simply being plain mean.
"I- i" What was he supposed to make a sentence when her breasts were shoved in his face and her slender body prisoner of his legs? All he could focus on was the warmth coming from her and the feel of her tiny fingers digging at his flesh through the fabric of his pants. He felt his erection growing, pressing against the cold zipper and he wanted to curse. He knew better; it was not going away. When it came to Bura, there was never a turn off switch. The only option was on.
She did her best not to gaze down at the growing mass in his pants, but it was hard. She was teased, she was wet. She needed this as much as he did. Except she was not fighting it. She leaned her body forward until her stomach was pressed against his, and her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt. His hard rock cock was digging at her and she held back a moan by biting her lip. "Maybe I should go."
But he would never let her leave. And he did not.
She barely had a chance to try and lift herself up that suddenly, their position changed. He slammed her down on her back, the couch bouncing back beneath her. His arms were on both sides of her while her body remained trapped between his legs. He lowered himself until his face was buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft scent. She shuddered when his nose brushed up against her skin and she licked her lips in anticipation. It was been way too long since he last stretched her and filled her. Now that she had gotten a proper taste of it, she needed more. Why was he ignoring the craving clawing at his chest? She thrusted her hips forward, hoping to remind him that he enjoyed this.
He groaned in her neck, and steadied her with his hands. Little minx. He was so hard his cock was pulsing. He dared to kiss the flesh of her neck, his tongue lapping, taking in the slight salty taste. He began peppering her skin with kisses and she melted in his arms. Her arousal surrounded them, filling his nostrils and he wanted more. Greediness filled him and he finally lowered his mouth. He felt the hardness of her nipple beneath the shirt and he did not even bother getting rid of the fabric. Instead, he captured it all in his mouth, sucking it, wetting the shirt in the process. Her only reaction was to arch her back and push her breast further into his mouth.
Goten took advantage of the new position and slipped a hand to the curve of her back. Fingertips tickled at the skin, gripping at her, wanting to feel even more of her body. Her own hands traveled to his hair, tangling with them, pulling at it. The slight pain felt good. He could let himself go completely, never fearing the thought of hurting her. She could actually hurt him and it was thrilling. Words inside of his head were telling him to be the dominant one, but he knew it was a lost cause. Bura did not submit to anyone. Not only that, but he was not sure he wanted her too. He wanted to submit himself to her. Do anything that might please her, anything that would force her to scream his name in pleasure. She was intoxicating, letting his mind slip into another reality.
Some parts of him only became alive when she was near.
The need was so intense, he was dizzy. Too out of it to notice the world around, too far in to even think it was possible for other people to exist around them.
Which was a mistake they both made.
And it was the reason why they both jumped startled when a loud knock pounded on the door. "Put your freaking clothes on."
Bura did not recognize the voice immediately, but Goten did; his brother. Fuck. Did he not have enough people mad at him? A growl escaped him as he released her nipple from his mouth. Gohan's opinion meant a lot, but for the first time, he was mad at him. Why did he interrupt? He pulled his body away from Bura, watching as she panted, her face red while her eyes shun with lust. The anger that was forming inside of him only grew and he found himself baring his teeth. Rage flooded his veins and he had to take a deep breathe. He moved away from the couch and headed for the door despite the obvious evidence in his pants.
Meanwhile Bura stayed on the couch, trying to collect herself. Gohan. Why was Gohan here?
She never got to see his take on the whole matter, but considering how stressed out Goten was - it could not be good.
Goten wrapped his fingers around the handle and swung it open violently. On the other side his brother was glaring at him while holding Tupperware's in his hands. "You missed dinner." He was vaguely aware that Goten and his mother had a disagreement, but that did not mean he was allowed to skip on their family dinner. It meant a lot to their mother.
"Yeah well. It happens." He could hear the judgement dripping from his brother's voice and he was not in the mood for it.
Gohan glanced inside and despite his brother's cold welcome, he let himself in. He could feel Bura, but he could not see her. He did not miss however the heavy, thick scent of arousal that hung in the air. He scoffed as he headed for the kitchen and dropped the leftover on the wooden table. "Mom wanted you to have this." She worried for him, although he could not understand why. Clearly Goten felt no regret regarding his actions.
"Thanks. Are you done?"
"Are you serious?:
From his new angle Gohan could see Bura; her messed up hair, her wet shirt and the heat on her face. The sight of her like this disgusted him; it could be his daughter in that situation. Did his little brother have no shame? Could he not fight it? No, instead he kept on repeating that error over and over again. Did he not see how wrong it was? Or was he too busy being mad at him to see the truth of his own actions?
"What?"
"I thought you understood this was a bad idea?"
This. She was not a this. Bura furrowed her eyebrows, but remained put. This was not her fight. Every part of her was itching to yell at Gohan, but she knew she could not. She would not want someone to get in the middle of her and Trunks. She took a deep breath and instead dug her fingers into the couch. Meanwhile, Goten was having a similar reaction, but he was not holding back. Something in his chest was thundering inside increasing the wrath that wanted to explode. He did not get angry. His father might not have given him much, but he did pass down to him his rather peaceful nature. Except now? Now, he wanted nothing more than to bash his brother's head in.
"You decided it was a bad idea."
No. He thought it was a bad idea too, but those were not the words coming out of his mouth.
Gohan's eyes narrowed. "No."
"You're not my father. You don't get to tell me how to live my life."
"It isn'lt about that! You have a niece! Would you like it if some old guy just -"
"Just what? I'm not just fucking her. She's mine."
His words startled both Gohan and Bura who gasped behind them. She put in a lot of efforts to convince him to let go of whatever was holding him back. She never thought this would be a possible result. But something was off. She knew Goten, she loved Goten and this was not him. Although he was saying some things she wished he would, it was not him. The rage on his face, the fire in his words; it was all foreign. He was not acting like himself and in some case it might have been a good thing, but right now it was not. His relationship with his brother was deteriorating and fast. And if there was one huge downside to them being together - it was all the losses.
"You took advantage of a young girl. Yes, congrats. You're a champion."
"I didn't manipulate her." He carried that guilt around with him for too long. He afflicted too much pain on himself because he thought the same thing. But he truth was, neither of them had much control. It was not his fault that his stupid brother refused to see that.
"You know what, you dropped off the food. You did what you had to do. You can leave now."
"What if I don't?" Someone had to knock some sense into his little brother and since no one was doing it... he would.
Goten's glance hardened and he took a step backward. "B, come here."
She did not listen to orders and she certainly did not get involve in family matters. However, there was a richness, a deepness to his voice, one that shook her to her core. Goten was soft, and submissive and he always did the right thing. He did not provoke and he did not demand. He begged instead. But this - this was an order. And so, despite all the voices screaming in her head, she let her feet glide down to the ground and got up from the couch. Her steps were slow as she joined him. Except, she remained behind, hiding herself from Gohan's view. She had seen that look enough; her brother kept giving it to her. She did not need it from someone else.
Goten grabbed her hand and then, before she could even take a breath, he swung her around, slamming her against the nearby wall. Immediately his lips were on hers, devouring her like she was the nectar of life. Arousal surged through her and her body melted against his. Long legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed his erection against her clothed core. She tore her mouth from his to moan and Goten finally turned around to look at his brother. He pressed his cheek to Bura's breast, unable to control the storm in his heart. His brother was trying to keep him from Bura and it was making his head spin. He was trying to hold on to rationality, but it was slipping from him.
"I wouldn't stay for this if I were you. You know, since it's so immoral."
Gohan's hands clenched at his sides, trembled and he was ready to hit his brother, but he exhaled through his nostrils in an attempt to calm himself. His brother never acted like this before; something was wrong with him. He could fight with him, and Dende he wanted to, but it would serve no good. Plus, there was a high chance it might hurt his mother. She never wanted them to fight. He would be the bigger person and walk away from this before he lost all control. He threw one last disgusted glance in the direction of the pair and then, tore himself away, His steps were loud as he exited the room, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Once he was out, Goten turned his attention back to Bura. His left hand bundled her shit, lifting it to reveal the creamy skin of her stomach. His mouth left a path of butterfly kisses until he reached the hem of her skirt. He did not think about it twice as he trailed his hands up her thighs and then, cupped her rear. She gasped as he lifted her from the ground until her legs were hooked over his shoulders. Her heart began to race and daze filled her mind. Goten had never been this forever. No, no he had. Or - wait. All she had from that first night were vague memories that did not make sense. But the more he touched her, the more it felt familiar. He was rough and demanding before. Wasn't he?
Why the change, why the difference?
Before she could even process what was happening, his tongue lapped at her covered core and he let the muted flavor spill inside his mouth. Ignoring the fabric in his way, he pushed his tongue inside and she curled around him. Her toes curled and she tightened her legs around his neck. That did not stop him as he shoved himself forward, completely burying himself inside of her skirt, and dove his tongue further in. Except, he raised a hand and gently tugged on her flimsy underwear to pull it out of his way. It snapped back against her skin, but she did not even feel it as he filled her with his warm tongue.
It was a tease, nothing more than a tease.
She needed to be stretched by something much bigger than his tongue and she wanted to tighten around his length. Nonetheless, she let herself get lost in the contact of his tongue and squirmed while he twirled it around, taking more than she had to offer. His hands were cupping her rear, caressing the flesh, skyrocketing her need at the same time. She thrusted against his mouth, the teasing becoming unbearable. He wanted her; it was all she could smell. He was different, but she was no longer certain it was a bad difference. The doubts and hesitation were gone and all that was left behind was a thrilling confidence.
He lapped at everything she was giving him, hoping there would be more. His thought process was quick; her and only her. She had given him a taste and then this brother came along, ready to take it from him. Everyone was spending their time challenging him. They all wanted to take what was his, condemning it was wrong. Why was it wrong? He took her like he should have and she accepted it. How could something so good be wrong?
Goten was pulled from his thoughts when she trembled, and suddenly, there was a flow of nectar filling his mouth, ready to spill down from his chin; she was close. Although it made him groan, he pulled his mouth from her sweet core. He wanted her to explode around him. He kept their current position while his fingers fumbled with his belt. He unhooked it rather rapidly while she thrusted the emptiness, clearly missing his presence. She would not have to wait for too long. Without giving her a warning, he rose back up, keeping her legs as they were. She was forced to stretch them, but it gave him the best access to her dripping core.
Her eyes met his and then he plunged himself deep inside. A long moan was torn from her throat while he began pounding her. The position of her legs allowed him a deep access and he took advantage of it. He filled her to the brim and then slowly pulled himself out only to ram back in. Her back slammed relentlessly against the wall, but she could not care less. She began clawing at his back, her nails dragging down his shirt while she hide her face in his chest. It was too much pressure; she was going to break under his ministration. She wanted to take back the upper hand, but he was not even giving her a chance to. He was taking everything she had.
Breathless, she put her lips to his chest. A surge of dominance rose through her and she forced herself to raise her head. She spotted his neck and went right for it. She sunk her teeth into the sensitive flesh of his neck and let the blood flow. She could not mark him the way he had marked her, but it did not mean she did not intend on leaving a trail of her presence. Blood dripped down his shirt and he hissed at the throbbing pain. She actually bit him. Bura did not take it well when she was put in a submissive position. It made his blood rush and he smirked as he slowed down his pace. He felt her hip thrusts, but he did not reply to them.
Instead, he dragged out the torture and kept his pace slow. Her aggravation showed through the clawing she did on his back or the increased amount of bites she left behind. He held back a chuckle while he kept controlling himself. This was hard on him as well, but it was worth it just to get a reaction out of her.
Because she was Bura Briefs. Vegeta's daughter. She might fight him to make him go faster, but she would not ask. She would not beg. He wanted her to - he wanted to hear her say what she wanted.
He unhooked her legs from around his head and dropped them back to his waist. Immediately she wrapped them around him, hoping to force him back inside faster, but it did not work. She might be strong, but she was nowhere near his strength. Sometimes he was careful, sometimes he let her win, but not this time. He leaned his body forward, his breath tickling her ear before he captured her earlobe and sucked on it.
"What do you want," he whispered.
She shook her head, but tried to break his hold.
"Words. I want words."
He was being bossy Goten again. She did not like it; she was in charge of this. Yet, she was unable to stop the shiver that took over her body.
"I can make it better."
That voice. That was the confident voice from that night. She almost wanted to see his eyes to confirm it was him. It was Goten, but it was not Goten.
"You just have to tell me what you want."
Fuck bastard knew what she wanted. He was just trying to bring her down to her knees and she did not want him to win. She was stubborn; he should have remembered that. She wanted to go down with a fight. But - but oh god if he did not increase his speed she might die. What was more important? Her pleasure or her pride. She was always so prideful and he always found a way to crush her pride. She usually never got anything in exchange. For the first time, this was not about humiliating her. He wished to take from her. It was flux, something that would never happen again. Her chest ached at the thought that he would probably never wanted her as much as he wanted her now.
Could she relinquish a bit of control for the sake of a memory?
"M-more." It came out like a raspy whisper.
"More what?" He asked while his teeth grazed the column of he throat.
Asshole. She spoke. Why was it not enough, why did he need more than that?
"Har-" But she could not say it.
He needed to give her some motivation. This was all for her; for her pleasure. He lowered his mouth, sucking the skin over her collarbone and she clenched around his cock. He wanted to pound her.
She tangled a hand with his hair and she bit her lip. It was one word. "Harder."
And he obeyed the request that easily. As soon as the words left her mouth, he resumed pounding into her warm slick cunt. She bent around him, throwing her head backwards as the sensations became overwhelming. Days apart were too much and the teasing had driven her absolutely insane. She clenched around him, her walls sucking him in, but refusing to let him go. He pumped a few more strokes until it happened; she fell apart around him, drowning his erection with her spilling juices. The nectar leaked down his own legs as she screamed his name loudly, filling his chest with an unknown pride.
Overwhelmed by the warmth of her, his own orgasm followed.
Slick heat filled her and she curled her toes while he filled her even more with his release.
After a few moments, he popped his limp cock out of her, but kept his arms around her. He lowered himself to the ground, her body on top of his. His semen slipped out of her while she laid her sweaty face on top of his clothed chest. Through all this, it slipped her mind that they had remained quite clothed. She laid her palms flat against his biceps, running her fingers down the length of it. His veins were popping out while his hands were clenched. He was stressed out. She dared to raise her head and stole a peek at him. His eyes were unfocused and his jaw was tight while he stared at her while never really seeing her.
"Goten?" She tried.
His irises grew and then returned to a smaller size. His mouth was warm and dry, feeling like cotton. He wanted to glide his hands across her body and feel every curve and plane. He wanted to memorize every inch of her until he could never forget it. But, he was fighting it. There was a need, a beast howling inside of him and demanding everything. He worshiped her and they both enjoyed it. Why was he reluctant to do it in the first place? Why did he always carry it around with him like a shameful heavy weight. She liked it, he liked it. Everyone was against it, but they were not worth it. His own brother did not believe in his convictions enough to dare and challenge him.
The scent of blood seemed to finally reached his nose and he snapped out of it. "You're okay?"
"You're the one bleeding," she reminded him as she watched the panic form in his dark eyes.
He breathed out loudly and pushed himself up in a sitting position. He was. Why did he forget that? She bit him. Now he remembered. He slapped a hand on his forehead, trying to ease away the haziness that took over his brain. A rage seeped through his blood, but it was not as overwhelming as before. He wanted to bring her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to keep her body close to his. That need was not dying down.
Bura took advantage of his distraction to cup his cheek with her hand. She had enjoyed the way he had taken and teased her body, but she worried. It only confirmed her earliest suspicions; Goten did not feel like Goten.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded.
"Goten," she chastised. "You provoked your brother."
"I'm fine." He swallowed hard. "You - hm, your brother is gonna be looking for you."
Usually, she would have screamed at him. He was blatantly trying to get rid of her and she was stunned by his lack of deceit. But she could not yell because his reaction simply increased her worries. He was different. She always wanted him to be different and more accepting of what was happening to them. But this was not it. He did not tear his body from hers, but she could tell he was pulling away. No. She would not let him shame her by forcing her out. She would hold her ground. She chased aside the feeling of uncertainty and instead bent down to snuggle the crook of his neck. He did not move, he did not go stiff. Instead, he basked in her warmth.
Who was he kidding?
He could not ask her to go - he could not let her go.
He was too weak to release her.

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