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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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Chapter List
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- 18
A/N: Don't ask, just roll with it. I get these up and downs and then it's like UPDATE EVERYTHING. And then it's like UPDATE NOTHING. I need help.
Moonlight
Chapter 17: Flash of the Past
Blood dripped from his chin, leaving a trail of warmth behind, while he collapsed on the ground beneath him. The grass was soft and cool has it brushed up against his abused flesh. At the moment, he could barely see out of his right eye. Vegeta had successfully beaten the crap out of him and he did not care. He needed more. He wanted a fight, he wanted to push through someone's chest and rip their heart out. Vegeta had yet to explain what they were doing and Goten had yet to ask. Somehow, obtaining answers was not as important was before. He did not need to know. He just had to do what he needed. When he sparred with Vegeta he forgot about all of it; the guilt, the remorse and the pain.
It made him feel alive again.
She made him feel alive as well - except, he had only seen her in passing.
After the night he showed up in her room and took her… he had been busy. Vegeta had trained him past the point of exhaustion every night. He constantly found himself wondering if he could even make it back home. His body ached everywhere and he could not ask for more.
Today was the first time he finished his training early - and it was only because Vegeta disliked his mother.
Chichi had called Bulma, telling her they were having a family dinner and she expected him to be there. Vegeta did not seem in the mood to hear an earful from his mother and thus, let him finish early. Now, he was trying to lessen the bloodlust, the need to fight, before he came face to face with his older brother. Their last meeting had been less than pleasant and he did not expect this one to be any better. Actually, now that Goten had a new found rage inside of him, it was going to be worse. There was no way Gohan was going to forgo his morale compass and talk it out. That boat had sailed. He just - could not understand the complexity of the situation.
The guilt was there, it was always there.
But he took. And he went back - and he acted like he could do it all.
He wanted to do it all.
He had long ago learned to surrender. It did not matter what he told himself or what he did; he always ended up right back between her legs. A growl rumbled through his chest and he slapped his palm down on his own face. It was not the time to be thinking this. Especially considering the warning Vegeta had given up. Tonight was a full moon and the older saiyan did not want to see him in his house. He had meant to scoff and sneer at Vegeta, but he had known better. He owed him more respect than that. He was the Prince. And that provoked a duality in him. Bura was his. Anytime anybody tried to take her away from him, it unleashed a rage inside of him. But when Vegeta demanded he stayed away? A part of him knew he had to listen.
How could he listened to Vegeta, someone with whom he never had a good relationship but he provoked his own brother?
Why did he want more than he should?
Why was he not himself?
A sigh escaped his lips before he tore himself from the refreshing feeling of the grass. He had to get ready or his mother would have his head. Part of him wished Bura could be there with him to lessen the tension he felt swirling inside of him. But her presence would only make the whole debate much worse than it already was.
Minutes turned into hours and before Goten knew it, he was standing in front of his mother's door. A dreadful feeling shook him to his core as he lifted his hand to knock on the door. He could already feel Gohan's disturbed ki inside - and his father's. Since when did his father even bother to come to these things? He was not one to get involve into the family's life. However, he was excellent at leaving and training far away from them. Perhaps his father's presence would keep Gohan's temper in check. Although he doubted.
A few seconds after his knock echoed through the small house, his mother appeared in front of him. Her eyes were narrowed, forming more wrinkles around them. Gohan had talked to her about their previous little exchange. Great. This was not a dinner, this was an intervention. Something screamed at him to leave and never come back but somehow he still ended up walking into the house. The first person he made eye contact with was his brother. Gohan's dark eyes were harsh as he passed judgement upon Goten. Goten's instincts were rising up to the surface, and he was certain everyone could feel the shift in his ki. Everyone except his mother.
He expected his mother or his brother to speak first, but he was wrong.
His father broke the ice.
"Woaw, when did you get so strong?"
Goku's eyes were widely opened as he stared down at his son. He quickly began walking around him, observing him from up and down. Once he was done, he stood in front of him with his familiar grin and scratched the back of his head. "I didn't know you had been training like that! Who's been teaching you?"
"Not Bura that's for sure." And there it was. His brother's disdain. As if he needed it.
"Vegeta has been training me."
He should not say it. Wait. Why not? Vegeta might not speak highly of his father but Goku always considered Vegeta a friend. Why would his father be upset about this? After all, it was not as though Goku had even been greatly involved in his training. He had done most of his sparring with Trunks. And his father had missed a huge part of his life.
"Vegeta's training you? Woah." He turned around to look at Chichi. "See, I told you he was a good guy."
His father could not comprehend the whole situation or the awkwardness of it but for once, Goten was grateful. He did not need one more person telling him how to act and how to live. He had enough with his brother - he apparently thought he was his father. He was not.
"Vegeta. Training you."
Goten turned his head to make eye contact with his brother. "Yes, do you have a problem with that too?"
A long, loud sigh was exhaled and Chichi got in between both of her sons. This was not why she was doing this. She did not want more fighting; she wanted them to make up. So far, she had kept herself cool and collected but that could easily change. "No fighting." She wagged her finger at Gohan, her eyes more narrowed than before. "I warned you before your brother's arrival."
She had heard the fight. She had heard what had been said. However, she had not been present when it happened. They were brothers; they were bound to fight but this was something different. Goten was different. And she would be damned if she let that ruin the whole family life she had worked so hard to create and preserve over the years. She might not have gotten much help from Goku but it did not mean it could not be done. Her boys were raised better than this and damn it, they were not going to act like some animals. She did not care if they were part saiyan. They were raised on earth and they should know better than to listen to their animalistic side.
"This was a bad idea," Gohan said as he rose to his feet. He did not even know how he let his mother talk him into this. Goten had made it very clear to him that talking was no longer an option. Only provocation was. And his little brother seemed to excel at it now.
"Nobody is leaving until I say so," Chichi screeching forced everyone to stiffen. They knew what that tone meant. All of them. Gohan sat back down, while Goten and Goku plopped down on the nearest seat.
"I don't know what's going on and I don't care. This senseless fighting ends now." She exhaled before running her palm across her hair, smoothening back down. "Now, Goten. You will apologize to your brother."
Goten arched an eyebrow. "Why should I?"
"Because you're being a prick."
"Language," warned Chichi. Sometimes she wondered how she raised those boys.
"I'm being perfectly fine. You're the one who decided my life affects you." When everything had gone to shit, he had no one. No one to help him through it, no one to talk to - he had been by himself.
"Your life does affect me when you making stupid decision like fucking little girls."
"She's not a little girl."
"She's 16 years old for fuck's sake."
"ENOUGH!"
Chichi's cheeks were red while steam was ready to pop from her ears. "You two need to figure out a way to talk to each other without cursing. You need to have a conversation."
"I can't have a conversation with him, mom. He thinks he's so much better and he thinks he knows everything."
"I know that you're messed up for being in love with a 16 years old child."
His hand crisped, his vein in his forehead began to tremble and he wanted to land a punch. "I DON'T LOVE HER." Screaming those words brought him physical pain. It crushed his heart and he was forced to lean back into his chair.
"What?" Confusion danced upon Chichi's future as she tried to put the pieces together.
"I don't love her. We got affected, we fucked and we got stuck. Are you HAPPY?" he yelled at his brother. "I never had feelings for her. I lost control, it happened and now we're stuck. We didn't want this." He turned to his mother. "We're not getting married mom. We're just mated."
"I saw you with her."
"Because I want her. Because she's mine." There was a veil of dizziness taking over his mind; was he not saying opposite things? Was he not saying that he did not want her but that he did? "And how would you know what the fuck went down? You weren't there. You were there to judge me but you weren't there to be my brother."
He flew on his feet, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to break his nose and fly out of here. His hand fisted by his side while he trembled, barely holding on to his self control. "You weren't there. You didn't ask. You didn't do anything. Because you think you're so much better than everyone else." He leaned to the left, looking at his father who was quietly sitting down, not pitching in to the conversation. "And you weren't there either." He scoffed. "Nobody, fucking asked me. You just judge me. You think I wanted this. You think I wanted to have Vegeta beat me to a pulp. You think I wanted to fuck a girl I thought was like a sister. I DIDN'T. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS."
They stared at him, eyes wide open but none of them said anything. Perhaps it was because of the halo of light that had begun to surround him, the one he did not even realize he had created. Had he powered up? He did not know. "But she's mine. And that's how it is. So if you have a problem with it, you can fuck off. I'm not gonna walk away from her."
Those were the last words he spoke before flying out, never looking back.
He did not need them.
He did need his thoughts to make sense though.
Why did he want none of it and all of it all at once?
-M-
"Hi Goten!"
"Hey B."
Bura pinched her lips together as she leaned back against the wall. As soon as she had heard her brother's friend arrived, she had rushed downstairs. She had been waiting for his arrival all day. It had taken her a lot of time to get ready and she did not want to waste a moment. Her mother had taught her how to do her hair and her make up a long time ago. Of course, that did not mean that at 13 years old, she was allowed to go out dolled up all the time. There were rules and restrictions but now? She was at home. There was no harm in… improving her looks a little. Plus, if her mother asked she would simply say that she was practicing all the skills she had taught her. It was a believe lie no?
The hard part had been the clothes. Unlike her mother, she did not have a lot going on in the chest area. Her mother had often told her not to worry and that her breasts would eventually come in but she was giving up hope. So, she tried to put on display as much as she could… but it did not do much. Hopefully it would be enough for Goten to notice. He was older than her and he had access to women that looked a lot better than she did but… he always been around. Although he always called her kiddo. She was hoping her new look might change his mind. She was 13 years old. She was a teenager, almost a woman. He could not keep treating her like she was 5 years old. She would not have it.
"Are you waiting for Trunks?"
"Yea," he answered as he kept roaming through the fridge. Man, he had sparred with his brother and he was starving. Capsule Corp was like a second home to him and he felt quite at ease in the kitchen.
Once he finally found a sandwich in the fridge, he closed the door and his eyes finally landed on Bura. And her strange attire. She was wearing very short shorts wished allowed for her long legs to go on for miles. Unlike most girls her age, she was tall. Which was surprising considering how short her father was… On top of the shorts, she had a small crop top that revealed her belly button along with…a sort of cleavage? Which really looked more like two small breasts extremely pushed together. And then - she was wearing way too much make up for her age. Her brother would not allow his 12 years old niece to be out and about with this much make up. Not that Pan was even interested in make up in the first place. The two girls were close in age but they were not close like Trunks and Goten were.
"What's up?" he asked, finally looking at her face.
He noticed. Although, judging from his expression, she did not know if it was a good thing. "Just waiting."
"For?" he asked as he took his first bite of his sandwich.
..What exactly was she waiting for? Him. Well, she couldn't exactly tell him that. Through the years, she had managed to hide the feelings she had for him. He never treated her like anything but a sister. Maybe it was because he could not consider her - they would not let him. Granted, there was a big age difference but did it really mean anything? She was going to outlive everybody and so was he. She was not human and neither was he. This was okay. She just needed to show him she was a potential candidate. And nobody turned down Bura Briefs.
"My boyfriend." Bad lie, bad lie.
"Your boyfriend?" he asked with an eyebrow arched. Since when did Bura have a boyfriend? Actually, since when did Trunks and Vegeta even allow her to speak with boys? He was pretty sure he was one of the few unrelated males she was allowed around. Her father did not enjoy horny young boys around his daughter. Heck, he did not even like it when Goten was around her.
"Yea, it's new." Ah fuck. If that news got back to her parents or her brother she would never hear the end of it.
"Did you meet him at school?"
"Sort of."
He nodded, finishing up his sandwich. "What's his name?"
"Why? So you can tell my brother?"
Touché. But it was not why. She might not be his sister per say but it did not mean that he wanted her roaming the streets with whomever. He cared about her and he wanted to ensure her safety. He had been young and he knew how 14 years old boys thought. It was not good.
"Why did you say sort of?"
"Because."
Wait. "Is he older?"
"Maybe."
This time his expression shifted. "How old?"
"None of your business." Once the words were spoken, she flipped her hair, and turned around. She swayed her hips as she walked away from him, hoping he had not seen the blush on her cheeks. She should have known better than to try and lie. How come Goten could break down her facade? She could fake in front of anybody else. As soon as she was far enough from him, she pressed her back against the wall and let out a sigh.
"How old?" she whispered to herself. "24 years old."
And she only wished he was her boyfriend.
Bura sat up in her bed, droplets of sweat dripping down her back. Why was she thinking about this now? Why was this insignificant memory flashing through her mind? Maybe - maybe it was a bad dream. She did not need any recollection of how badly Goten did not care, how badly he did not want her. Although, he had been a bit more forceful lately. More demanding. She imagined it had something to do with all the time he was spending with her father but he had yet to share what was going on. Probably because he did not know. She could not picture her father as the sharing type.
She sighed as she sleeked back her wet bangs.
This would not do. She was just as exhausted as when she had first laid down. How was her rest disrupted so much? If Goten had been the one with the disrupted sleep she would have understood but… he did not know the tricks she knew. He could not possibly use it against her. Plus, it was not like he probably remembered that memory. How could he? He never knew that she was in love with him. He never knew all the things she did to get a moment of his attention. He always pushed her aside like she was nothing but a little annoying kid. And now, now he was hers but not because she had won.
And it was the part that hurt the most.
She groaned as she collapsed back unto the bed, burying her face into the nearest pillow. Sleep was good and sleep was bad.
She had everything she had every wanted but… She hated her life.
"I don't know. The women in your family have a scary temper."
Trunks chuckled as he plopped down on the couch. "I don't know. I find that it's nothing compared to Paris' screeching voice."
"Come on, she's not that bad."
"Not that bad? She drags you along like a little puppy."
Goten's expression turned sour. He knew his best friend was not the biggest fan of Paris, but he did not see the need to bash her every time he could. Yes, it was easy to seduce girls but the whole girlfriend department was a whole other story. It was even either when they knew your best friend was Trunks Briefs. He loved him like a brother but - his millionaire playboy status could sometimes get in the way. He never knew if a girl was interested in him or using him to get to Trunks. It had made him a bit paranoid. He wanted a girl who saw him and only him. Despite the fact that he might not have as much to offer… And Paris, she saw him. Only him. She never wanted Trunks, she barely even looked at him. And that made his chest swell with pride.
A girl who only had eyes for him.
He felt wanted. For more than a night or for more than just using him.
But that was not something he could explain to Trunks without getting to a topic he wanted to avoid.
And so he said nothing.
"Fine, fine, I'll stop," Trunks said when he noticed his best friend had gotten quiet. "How about a beer?"
"Sounds good," Goten said as he let his trademark grin take over his face. He did not want to sour the moment.
Trunks nodded and hopped to his feet before heading to the kitchen, disappearing from the view. Meanwhile, Goten leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting his heart rate finally slow down. Man, it had been a while since they had sparred like that. The older they got, the harder it was to find time to hang out. Goten did not have as much responsible as Trunks but still. His friend had to be everywhere at once and he had to do it all. He had to live up to the Briefs name. Also, he was quite the man whore, which occupied a bit of his time. He did not think Trunks would ever settle down.
As he was about to let his sleepiness take him, he felt a surge of ki. He almost opened his eyes when suddenly something collapsed upon his chest. He winced before opening his eyes, the air knocked out of his lungs. He tried to breathe out but he could not. Not what that sight in front of him. Two large breasts were shoved in his face while hard nipples were pressing against the tight fabric of a red shirt. He tried to look away but a jolt traveled through him as he got an eyeful of the beautiful swaying breasts in front of him.
"Sorry."
That voice he did recognize. And as soon as he made the link between the breasts he was staring at and the voice he was hearing he chastised himself. He immediately stared up, only to find himself looking straight into Bura's blue eyes. She was still trying to steady herself, her arms on each side of his head as she used the couch to do so. Bad. Bad. Bad. He had been looking down Bura's shirt? When did she even get breasts like that? Oh god, he was disgusted with himself. She was barely sixteen? Or was she still fifteen? It did not matter. He was disgusting for simply considering it. Oh god. He was going to hell.
Bura tried to not let the shame show as she pulled herself from him. She had tried to be sneaky and undetected. She meant to plop down beside him but her foot got caught in the rug which completely ruined everything. Dende, she was an idiot. The worst kind. This was not the kind of impression she wanted to leave. "I, I'm - sorry." She never said sorry this much of her entire life.
"It's fine, I hm, I was going. Trunks is waiting for me in the kitchen." He was not. That was a lie. A lie he was using to hide away his shame.
"Oh," was all she had time to say before he walked away.
Great. She screwed it up.
She was Vegeta's daughter. She was supposed to have more pride than this - and she was supposed to get what she wanted. How come he kept slipping through her fingers? Why could she not get a break?
Again, a vivid dream tore Bura out of her sleep. And this time, it was panic she felt as she opened her blue eyes. She did not remember this whole memory. She remembered tripping and falling on him as she was trying to be sneaky but she did not remember… the beginning. This was not her memory.
What the fuck was going on?
-M-
Can you come over?
That was all his text said. Bura had considered not going but she was too curious to pass up the opportunity. It was rare that he reached out to her and she wanted to know what happened. Especially since he was constantly over at her house now… so why was he not today? She had heard her father and him spar earlier during the day but he had left quite early. Had her father chased him away or had he finally gotten the answer he had been looking for? Maybe it was what she wanted to find out. Plus, sneaking out had been quite easy. The full moon was high up in the sky and her father had already finished his training. She shivered at the thoughts she did not want to have. Then again, she could not judge; she herself was a victim of the moon.
Once she reached his house she immediately let herself in. She thought about knocking but - but she wanted to assert a sense of belonging. Should she not be able to come in as she pleased? They were stuck right. This would be it, forever. Although she hoped it would not be. This bittersweet victory was draining her. Sometimes she gained ground but she could not help but know she had to thank the full moon for it. None of it was because of her. Nothing of what she had done before had brought her to this moment. It was simply his saiyan instinct that made her win. Sometimes she thought back about what her mother and father said, about him having feelings for her already but…
There was no proof of that.
"Hey," she said as she made her way to the kitchen.
He stood there, a knife in one hand and a tomato in the other. "Hey."
He had heard her arrive and he had heard her walk in. He needed to talk to her and he did not know how to do it. Ever since they were bonded, many strange things had started to happen to him. Sometimes he thought it was the bond and other times he thought he was losing his mind. At the sight of her, it was hard not to crush the tomato to a pulp. The full moon might not make him lose his mind anymore but it did heighten his desires. And controlling himself around her had proven to be quite difficult. He was also still riled up about his family, the way Gohan did not want them together and - and he was bothered by what he had screamed.
It was the truth though, was it not? He felt nothing more than family love for her before. And now, now well - his feelings were distorted. But that was neither of their fault.
Or was it?
That was why he asked her over.
"Something weird happened."
"Something weirder than everything else that has already happened?"
"Yea."
Why was his voice so serious. Last time he had used that voice on her, he had taken her body over and over again. He had used a selfishness and a dominance she did not know he had. Goten was not the Goten she knew. He was changed, he was different. And she could not figure out if it was a side effect or it was permanent. Also, did she like it or did she not? She did like it better when he was not fighting against her, when he was not throwing morales and goodness at her. She liked it better when he let himself feel what he wanted to feel. Although, should she be scared? Would it make their whole situation worse than it already was?
As if that was possible.
"Did you, did you dream?"
And her heart skipped a beat. "Dream?"
"Yea, dreams of a memory. Actually more than once."
At first, he had not been sure. After all, he had experienced a few strange things - including his weird awake visions of her naked body. And he had fallen prey to them. The dreams he had earlier felt as real as those. For a second, he had been confused, wondering where he was. Past or present? He knew those moments. He had lived them. Although they came with a few details he did not remember; like her thoughts, her feelings. He saw her perspective. Was he supposed to? Was it even real?
He saw it too? Oh god, he saw it too.
He saw what she saw? Did he saw what she thought, what she felt? Ever since this whole ordeal had begun, she had maintained a straight face. She had acted as though she had no feelings and as if she was in charge. It had worked for her. He had never seen her weakness, he had never seen everything she kept from him. She did not want to be the weak one, she wanted to be the strong one, the winner. He could not take this away from her.
"No."
"Liar."
She narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Liar. You're nervous." He finally dropped his knife and focused his full attention on her. "It was real."
"Who was the 24 years old Bura?"
He remembered her saying that. He knew - a part of him knew. But he did not want to know. He wanted her to say it because he wanted her to deny it. He wanted it to be wrong.
"Someone."
"Who?"
"YOU! It was YOU." She screamed out, forcing redness upon her cheeks.
She hated him. She wanted to punch him for humiliating her like this. He wanted it to be known that she was the one with the feelings. And even if she had not admitted to it, he would have known. Her mind was betraying her. It was the bond, it had to be. Her father had not warned her that it could turn against her. But, damn it, she was proud and she would continue to be. The truth was known and she would not hide. But she would hate him for it.
"Why?"
"Why what?" she spat out.
He thought - he did not know what he thought. He screamed loudly that neither of them wanted this, that there were no feelings involved. And yet, there were. He thought maybe when she was kid that maybe she had a little crush. But she was a little kid and that was what little kids did. He never thought it evolved or that it followed around while she age. What was he supposed to do with this? Was it why it happened? She felt something for him and the full moon blew it out of proportion? Could she not see that it had been wrong, that he had been too old for her?
"I'm too old for you."
"Oh cut the crap." The two of them could play this game. If he wanted to get dirty, she could do the same. "And what, I was too young for you to get excited by my breasts?"
The words he wanted to speak were stuck in his throat.
"It works both way buddy. I know you got pretty hard from my chest being shoved in your face."
She thought it had been a fantasy, something she wished would have happened but he confirmed it was all real. Despite everything he said, all that he proclaimed, he did feel something. Maybe it was just sexual, maybe he had just found her body bangeable, but it was something and she would not let it go. Especially not when he had so much he could use against her.
"A little too old to wanna bang a 16 years old no?" Her words were cold and full of venom.
She made him lose his control - a control he already lost so easily now. He was fire and wilderness and everything could set him off in a heartbeat.
"I didn't know it was you," he spoke in a husky voice as he closed the distance between them.
"And why does that matter?"
"I wouldn't have if I had known."
"Why not?"
He was standing in front of her, so much taller and sturdier. She should have felt little and weak but it was the opposite; she felt like she had all the power.
"Because it was you."
"And why not me."
"Because."
"And why me now?"
She was asking the questions he did not want to answer. Why was it okay to look at her breasts when she was not Bura, and then it was not. And why could he fuck her senseless now? She was so near and it made his body tremble with a familiar need. One he learned not to fight a long time ago.
He lifted a hand, putting it to her chest. Then, he slid it up, made his way to her fragile, slender neck. She was no human but at full power he could crush her. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, his index covering the mark he had left on her. She never moved and she never broke the gaze; she was too proud to do so.
"Because now you're mine."
And he was lost.
And he did not know anymore.
But he knew he wanted to be inside of her.
-M-
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