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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT in any way, shape or form. They are the property of their respectful owners and I created this story for entertainment purposes only, therefore I do not earn the first dime for my

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A/N: I want to explain something real quick.

This chapter is completely different than what I was originally going to write. The other storyline was much, much darker and more gruesome. I’ve even considered death. There was many ways I could have taken this story. After thinking on it for a few weeks (which explains my lack of update), I decided that the original plans did not fit into the story, because it would make some out-of-character, which I want to avoid as much as possible. It’s rated M for a reason, but it’s too extreme for this plot. With all that being said, I’m ready to cry; not only because this chapter has so much fluff it’s torturing my tear ducts, but because due to this change, this is the last official chapter of the story. An epilogue will soon follow. I want to thank all of my readers for sticking with this story to the very end. I love you all, and I hope to see you again in my future DBZ work!

Chapter 14

“Goten, get Bra out of here.”
“No!” Bra had shouted at her father. “This is my battle!”
Vegeta had turned to face the source of his reply. “Have you forgotten who I am?” His stare towards her had resulted in an eerie silence in the dining room. Each person had frozen at Vegeta’s sudden, vicious tone towards his daughter. The atmosphere was tense and stiff from the unknown that was to follow. “Well? What are you waiting for, Goten!?” He had snarled. Without allowing himself a second to think, Goten had lifted Bra and swung her over her shoulder. Surprisingly, Bra did not protest, as she had silently realized that her father possessed the capability to keep things in his favor, especially when it came to the stupidity of humans.
“Father,” Trunks’s hand immediately rested on his shoulder. “Don’t kill any of them.”
“And just why not?” Vegeta snarled as he watched his wife press a small button beside the security system pad that was installed onto the wall by the front door. Following an exasperated sigh, Bulma had added onto her son’s argument. “Vegeta, we’ve gone over this before. You can’t kill someone every time our family is threatened! Regardless, the paparazzi and media outlets are going to be swamping our house by the time this is over.” Goten had heard Bra release a quiet sigh. “We’ll take it from here. Take the east corridor up to the second floor. You can escape through the balcony’s door.”
“Right,” The handsome half-saiyan swallowed as he ran from the small group with his eternal partner in his arms.
“Wait,” Bra had finally spoke. “Can we stop by my bedroom?”
“Bra, there’s no time,” Goten urged.
“Only for a few seconds. I have an idea.”
Once his daughter was out of sight, a smirk had come across Vegeta’s lips. The craving for a fight had ached in his bones for the longest time; the time for peace had ended... at least for a little while.
He calmly walked to the front door and opened it, barely surprised at the dozens of men staring back at him. For just one moment, silence had filled the air, as his enemies were plagued with confusion on this man’s motive. The full-blooded saiyan had met the eyes of every human in his line of sight. The age of these individuals had seemed to vary, yet all were clad in black clothing. The sight of the guns, swords and knives pointed in this threatening manner would terrify any individual as their demise would be imminent, for no mortal would have a single ray of hope for survival; to Vegeta, this was merely a laughable scene. “If you’re selling Girl Scout cookies, I’m not interested.”
Gunshots had rung out in his front yard with the intent of penetrating Vegeta’s body, yet the bullets bounced off of his body as though his skin was adorned with some sort of steel armor. The impact from the many weapons had clearly torn his exercise attire, but the prince was unharmed. His murderous grin had appeared on his lips once more as a scarce few were alarmed that he had lived through their initial attack.
“What in the hell are you!?” One man had shouted, wishing to appear intimidating, yet the large gun had trembled atop his fingertips.
“Your worst nightmare,” was all Vegeta had said before he had held out his palms to develop energy. Without any hesitation, he began to blast tiny orbs of light towards the growing crowd. Those who had managed to dodge had attempted to surround him to attack, but the brief advantage on their part had only gave Vegeta more ease to attack the predators. Several at a time were tossed many feet away from him, into the large yard and as far as the street. He was simply toying with them; he did not need to proceed with his full power.
“We’re not after you, old man!” He had then felt a metal barrel being thrust against his hairline. “We want Bra. Where is she!?” Vegeta had cocked an eyebrow at this inquiry. He had then grabbed hold of the long neck of the gun, easily bent it in half and ripped the unusable weapon out of his hand. As the man scrambled to reach for another weapon, Vegeta had smacked him with the gun and the man had been sent flying.
“Father! What are you doing!?” He had then heard Trunks’s shout.
“Fixing the problem!” Vegeta yelled defensively as he continued to blast men that was coming for him.
“Stop!”
“I follow nobody’s orders, boy!”
Trunks ignored his attitude. “Think of our family and the media coverage this is going to get! Let’s keep our attacks physical. We can’t kill any of them!”
Vegeta blinked. “You’re joking.” He merely stared at his son as he entered the makeshift battlefield on their front lawn.
“This isn’t far enough.”
“Trust me. We’re safe here.”
Goten and Bra had stood on a small island approximately fifty miles away from West City. The land was deserted, with not the first sign of life inhabiting Bra’s choice of area. This retreat was larger than Goten would expect when he would hear the term deserted island. “My family always vacationed here when I was growing up. It’s quiet… peaceful…” her voice was low as she reached into her pocket to retrieve her small tin of capsules. She lifted one that was decorated with a glitter band with a large number ‘12’ adorned into the tiny contraption. Her thumb pushed the tab and she tossed it as far as she could throw. Remaining sober in regards to the situation, the large puff of smoke revealed a cozy, one story vacation home, sitting on a large, wooden deck. Short fencing had wrapped around the deck, giving the appearance that it was pulled from a magazine that his mother would read. Though it was a breathtaking sight, he could not shake the uneasy feeling inside the pit of his stomach. “This reminds me of the better times,” Bra had spoken once more as she slowly walked to the slope of stairs. Goten had followed her, watching the gentle breeze that rustled her long hair. “I don’t want my family to fight the battles I brought on myself.”
“Look,” Goten wrapped his arm around her shoulders to gaze at the vacation home with her. “Marcus was a dangerous guy, and in the end, it killed him. Vegeta will take any opportunity that allows him to fight. It’s an honor for a saiyan to protect who they love.” This had silenced Bra, as she had turned to look at him with widened eyes. “This is why I’m here with you now.”
“Goten…” she had gasped merely a second before he had reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. He had opened it in front of her, exposing the ring he had purchased earlier.
“I want to be yours for eternity,” his tone was breathless. “It is you who chooses my fate.” He pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. She had gasped once the stone had lightly brushed against her knuckle. Tears had welled into her large, blue eyes as she collapsed into his arms. He returned this embrace and naturally pressed his lips against her hairline. “I take it I can stay?”
Her gaze fixed onto his, tears falling and stray locks matting against her wet cheeks. Bra leapt into his arms and devoured his face into passionate kisses. Goten had fallen into the sand at this impact, returning her affections with an equal force. Her lips had traced his strong jawline all the way to his earlobe.
“Yes.”
Their articles of clothing were soon off and they made love once again, as Goten had vowed to keep this promise to her; to protect her, to love her, and to cherish her forevermore. The saiyan mark was a curse to many of his father’s people, but in this case, it was a blessing.
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