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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 don't know how long I'm gonna be able to keep this up but for now let's enjoy it!
Moonlight
Chapter 19: Shifting Winds
His heart was hammering while he paced the length of the living room. He was vaguely aware of Bura sitting on the couch but he could not be beside her; not when he had no control over himself like this. He had to calm down but he could not. She had tried earlier and it had worked a bit but - now that his rage was dying out, the weight of everything was pressing on him and he did not know how to process it. There was a side of him that agreed it was the only thing he could have done but the other side kept flashing pictures of his mother's face - and how disappointed she had been.
Because, again, he was the disappointment.
It was all his fault even though he did not start it.
It was always like this.
"Goten." Her voice was a far away whisper.
It hurt to watch him like that. His hair was a mess, his body was trembling and she could see his eyes glistening with emotions she did not recognize. Although, she could tell there was some regret in there. He wanted to take it all away as much as he had enjoyed doing it. Honestly, she could not blame him. She had seen the way Gohan had provoked him time and time again. He should have recognized the changes in Goten but he was too busy being a judgy brother. Her own brother had been able to grasp the reality of the situation. He was not always happy about it, but at least Trunks understood that part of it was out of their control.
Gohan was enjoying punishing and judging his little brother a little too much.
She could let him have his little freak out. The most important part had been accomplished; she had gotten him away from everybody. He did not need to be a freak show that everybody watched and she wanted to spare him from their judgement. Goten put so much importance on what his mother thought of him and yet she was never on his side. How did she never try to understand Goten's perspective? Why was she so quick to put the blame on him instead of Gohan? Why could she not see both of her sons on the same level? She knew there were differences between her and Trunks but that mostly came from the fact that she was a girl and he was a boy.
Not because the level of trust, love and pride was different.
"Goten," she tried again, a little more forceful this time.
He finally stopped pacing and fisted his hands by his sides. He slightly pivoted his head and stared right at her. She was like a calming beauty, sitting there on his couch, her blue hair sprawled over her shoulders. She was calm, she was resting her hands on her thighs and she stared like she could take away everything with a stare. And he wanted to let her do that. Everyone he loved, everyone he cared about turned their backs on him - but she did not. And he had turned his back on her a lot. He had accused her of a lot of things, he had let her take a big part of the blame. But she stood by him regardless of it all. She did not even press for answers when he began training with her dad.
And he pushed her away. Every time.
His blood boiled once more, and he could feel the same rage as before slowly filling him. He was angry but he did not know why he was angry.
Bura arched an eyebrow as she felt the shift in his ki. Why was he angry? He had finally been calming down! This time, she refused to idlely standby. She jumped to her feet and rushed in his direction. It took no time for her to warm her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "He's far away."
Gohan. He did not care about Gohan. He was mad… at himself at the moment. He let his arms snaked around her waist, pushing her slender frame against his. He needed to feel her warmth.
"I need you," he whispered, his teeth still gritted.
Goten did not like to admit to needing her. Goten did not like that they were stuck together; he had simply accepted their current situation. And now, to hear those words made her heart soar. But - she did not know if she could believe them. He had said a lot of things while under the influence of his saiyan blood. She needed to hear Goten - the old one - say he needed her. Actually, she wanted that Goten to say that he loved her - because she had been in love with him for as long as she could remember. Her body trembled and she brushed up her nose against the length of his throat.
He let his nose tangle with her blue locks and he inhaled her scent. It should calm him but instead, it only flared up his rage again. He squeezed his fingers around her, his fingers crisping the fabric of her shirt. If she were human, he would be leaving bruises up her back - but she was not human. She was saiyan and she was strong. She was like him. But he used to - he used to take care of her. When she was so little. That was what he had been trying to find in the midst of the boxes in his room. He had a box that held memories of his teenage years; his mom did not throw away anything. In that box, there were drawings from her. Drawings she had made for him while she was a child and he was a teenager.
It was wrong and he wanted to make sure - see how far back her feelings went.
But he had been stopped by his idiotic brother.
Now did it matter? Did it matter how long she had felt that way about him?
The real question was how did he never notice? And did he ever feel the same? He tried to think, he tried looking back at the memories but he was convinced that to him, she was always a little sister and nothing more. When had he ever given her the impression that he loved her, that he was going to woo her off of her feet? He did not remember doing that.
And yet, she was in his arms. She was there for him when nobody else was. And he wanted to fight this until the end but - even if he never felt nothing more than sisterly love before, she had meant a lot to him. And now she meant more - and now he needed her.
Bura gasped when she felt his mouth trail down to her neck. Before she knew it, he was nibbling at the skin, and it made her remember; she remembered when he bit her. Some moments between them was blurry but that was suddenly became so clear; his erect cock inside of her, providing mindless pleasures while she screamed and squirmed beneath his powerful chest. She had felt her chest shiver with the beginning of an orgasm, her core squeezing tight around him. And he had filled her to the brim. Pleasure and warmth had surrounded her until suddenly, there was numbness in her neck. His teeth had sunk in, breaking the flesh, and he made hers his forever.
And now, he was making her feel that way all over again.
She wanted to hold on to the feeling but she also wanted to push him away. Which one was right, which one was wrong?
"They don't understand," he said as he laid kisses across her warm flesh. "They don't know why I need you."
"Why do you need me?" she asked, tilting her head back. It was his saiyan blood speaking but his words worked like magic on her.
"I don't know." And he truly did not, he simply needed her, all of her. He was miserable when she was away and he was angry when someone tried to take her away. And yet, he could not fully commit to her. He could not jump into this relationship without having guilt, doubts and torments following him around. It was not fair - to her or to himself.
There was also his need for blood, the one he was unable to control. He wanted it all and he wanted none of it.
He liked the strength, he liked the need for her and the need for victory. But he enjoyed who he was. How was he becoming someone else when she was simply being who she had always been?
Why did he have to lose himself to even be in this situation. It puzzled him and it angered hi.
"Maybe you need to figure it out," she finally replied, finding her voice.
His lips were sweet and distracting; she could feel a familiar puddle of warmth forming within her and she bit her bottom lip. She had accepted his touch and his attentions more than once in the past and it had never bothered her. She liked it when he had to give in and admit he needed and wanted her. Although, that was back when she thought she was convincing Goten. Now, the lines were blurry and she did not know if this victory was as sweet as it was before. She could feel him, with her, all the time. Even now, when he had been in trouble, she had sensed it. They were becoming closer but they were also growing further apart at the same time.
But could she resist the call of his touch?
He let his hands wander up and before she could even breathe, he was cupping her breasts through her shirt. The soft mounds molded to his hands as he roughly caressed them. He felt her nipples harden against the fabric and his blood rushed downwards. His erection pressed against her core and she moaned loudly. He shivered before slowly turning them around. He needed a surface to lay her on. And he found the table. Once her butt hit it, he laid her across, shoving himself between her legs. It did not take long for her to wrap them around him, pressing her aroused core against his painful erection. He needed out of these pants.
He was vaguely aware that he was leaving blood everywhere he touched, he knew his face was busted, and he knew everything should be pain.
But she was here and she was touching him and everything was great.
He could forget it all - and she did not seem to mind the blood.
Her body was drumming under his touch and she was leaning into him. Why did she need this so much? It was like she could no longer exist on her own; she needed him to be whole and she hated that. Despite all the feelings she carried for him, she was still her mother and father's daughter; she was independent. She was not whiny and needy. She took what she needed - whenever she needed. If she needed him, then she was no longer in control and that was a scary thought. She did not want to need him but needing him felt so good.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" His voice held promises and it was like a soft whisper being blown across her skin. She wanted to hear more of it.
"Everywhere," she answered breathlessly.
"Not good enough," he huskily replied as his tongue traveled to the top of her breasts.
She was often the dominate one - except when they were out of control. But, despite the current changes he was going through, Goten was very much in control of himself at the moment. It made him stronger, it made him even more terrifying. She knew there was no use fighting it; she had learned that a long time ago. Plus, she had never truly try it fight it before. Even when she tried to tease him, it ended up with him buried deep inside of her. Neither of them could avoid it - not when their blood was calling to the other.
He was begging her to talk but in truth, he wanted to be touched by her. He wanted to put his hand on top of her head and pushed her down until she fell to her knees. He wanted to watch as she took his cock in her mouth, deep throating him until he would cum in her mouth, her pretty pink lips wrapped around him. The thought of it was nearly enough to make him cum. How could he think such thoughts about her? He did not know but he could not chase the images away. It was too late.
She covered his hands with hers, moving them against her breasts. She wanted him to be touching her - really touching her. He was fire and she wanted to burn. The feel of the fabric of her shirt against her hardened nipple hurt. She wanted - no needed - him to take it off. She tried to bundle up the shirt in his hands the best she could but it felt like he was not getting the hint she was throwing his way.
Of course he was not; he wanted her to speak, he wanted her to humiliate herself by begging.
She wanted to scream that she was Bura Briefs and that Bura Briefs did not beg but he had proved once that he had a bigger control on her than she initially anticipated.
And she wanted to beg, and she wanted him.
"Touch my skin," she said like a soft whisper.
"What part of your skin?"
The teasing, the dominance - all that mixed with what his hands were doing to her body was driving her nuts. Her arousal had sparked, her body was on fire and she wanted to feel him deep inside of her. At this point, she did not even want him to touch her, she needed him to fuck her. The fucks were far apart and they were always driven by some rage. Maybe this was how they would always be. Maybe they always needed a trigger to fall prey to the other. Who was she kidding? She was always his prey and there was no walking away from this for her.
Could she say it?
She could.
Because she was her father's daughter, and she was a princess.
But she also finally had what she wanted; Goten.
It was the victory she wanted and it was not exactly the person she wanted but -
But she craved his love and she craved his touch and she wanted anything and everything for him.
"Fuck me." Except this time it was not a teased woman speaking. Her words were not words of begging or a plea. This time, she was demanding something from him. She needed to keep some pride, she needed to keep a bit of who she was, despite the fact that they were slowly losing themselves in this union.
He arched an eyebrow. He bent down, his tongue licked the inner shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
He wanted more; he wanted to squeeze everything out of her. And she was going to let him. She was not sure if this was fully him, or it was the new him testing the boundaries and seeing how far he could push her. He was getting bolder and he wanted more power and he was seeing if she would give it to him. Did it mean more coming from her considering who her father was, or was it all the same? Power was power no matter what for him? She did not know.
"Hard." Again, she kept her dry tone, ordering him to give her what she wanted.
Then it happened, and she barely felt it.
She realized afterwards what he had done. The feeling of the jeans being snapped off her body was like a warm body hitting the cold water. It stung, it burned and it left a ghost of a presence behind. It was not until he moved closer, his jeans covered erection pressing against her, that she realized he had also taken her underwear away at the same time. She was half bare in front of him, her body shivering from all the feelings and shivering. Then, before she could even inhale her first intake of air, he shoved two fingers inside of her awaiting core. She drenched his fingers while he pumped in and out of her with vigour.
She buckled, she parted her lips and she moaned. It was good - it was not what she wanted, but it did make her legs weak.
"More."
"More what?"
She wanted to bang his head into the nearest wall. His new found attitude was both turning her on and frustrating her and she did not know which one she preferred the most. She could relinquish control from time to time but he was demanding more of it each time and she knew the end would require her to give herself up completely.
"I want your dick."
He smirked.
"That's all I wanted."
That and everything she was.
He wanted to crush her. He wanted to take all of her until she was no longer herself.
And she was letting him.
-M-
"Goten?"
"Oh, hey, hm, B. H- how are you?"
She had not been sure that it was him but now that he was standing in front of her, she was forced to face the fact. His ki was not like usual; it was disturbed. He had been roaming around the place for a while now, but he had actually gone anywhere. She had found it suspicious and had decided to investigate. What she found was not what she expected. It was indeed Goten but he was a real mess. She could tell that he had shed tears - something she had rarely ever seen him do - and his eyes were surrounded by red circle. He was sniffling, agitated and every once in a while his hands would crisp into fists.
She knew he was not looking to fight someone; it was not his nature.
And if it was not a fight he was after, then something had happened.
Something bad.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?" She was not the time to tip toe around what she wanted. That, and she did not like seeing him this upset. Goten had such a go lucky personality that seeing such an expression on his face was quite startling.
"Yes- Yea, I'm fine." He fidgeted some more, his foot loudly tapping the floor. He was outside of himself. He wanted everything and he wanted nothing. "Listen, is Trunks home?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Do you sense him?"
"No, right. You're right."
Goten could always find her brother. These two had a GPS inside of them for the other - it was insane how in tune they were. Then again, they had been friends for quite a while now. What had destabilized Goten so much, that he could no longer tell where Trunks was?
"Well, thanks. I should- I should go."
Her eyes narrowed; he was not about to get away from her that easily. She knew that she was not his friend in the same sense that her brother was. She knew they were never be close like they were but it did not mean that she could not be there for him. Actually, she wished that she could be there for him, but it was not on a friend level. Except, a friendship would be all she could ever get with him. He had listened to her whine more than once and - this looked more serious than anything she had ever complained about. The least that she could do was listen to him.
"Goten, what's wrong?"
He meant to turn around, he meant to walk away from her and go drown his sorrows somewhere but - but he had come here to talk to someone. She was not the someone he had been looking for but - maybe Bura would understand. Maybe she could bring another perspective to the matter. But he was ashamed. Really ashamed. How could he share such a failure with her? She would not look at him the same. He could not even look into a mirror at the moment. He did not know how his life ended up the way it did. He had it all planned and it all blew up in his face.
Why could he not do anything right?
"Goten." Her voice sounded like an order - he knew that because she often used the same tone as her father. Despite looking like Bulma's clone, she was too much like Vegeta.
Then again, it was not such a bad thing.
He sighed; he was already down, like a kicked dog, it was not that hard to convince him. "It's Paris."
Of course it was Paris; she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly, she had never liked the woman. She was annoying, she was stupid and most of all, she was petty.
"What did she do?" She knew her voice showed her dislike for the other woman, but she could hardly care.
Defeat. Shame. Anger. Pity. He was not sure how he should be feeling and he did not know how she was going to react. "She cheated."
A bunch of emotions traveled through her, one of them was her wanting to punch Paris' face into a wall. Goten was everything she had ever wanted. He was the only one who could fully understand her, the one who could make her smile - the one who was there for her. Paris had all that, and she had thrown it away? She had not even deserved him in the first place! She let the air exhale through her nose, while she put on her best poker face. The only problem was - she was not very good at faking her anger. The one good thing was that Goten was too pre-occupied with his dilemma to notice.
She did the only thing she could do, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around him.
-M-
Morning came and it was a painful one. The first thing that woke him was not the light bursting through the open blue curtains. It was neither the cold breeze blowing through his room; it was the throbbing of his face. Everything hurt, everything felt swollen and he felt like dying. He tried to touch his face but all he felt was crusty. Blood, it was dried blood. He groaned in his hands before sighing heavily. He needed the bathroom, he needed a shower. He meant to get up but his body was heavy - so heavy. Oh right. Because she was laying on him.
He remembered it all.
It was no longer a case of amnesia.
He remembered her being the only one who came for him, the only one defending him.
Everyone else he knew and loved turned their back on him.
And he had been disgusting with her. Sometimes he felt like he took advantage of her, sometimes he hated her for the way he felt and most of all, he had put a lot of unfair blame on her. And now, she was there for him when he was never there for him. It did not help with the amount of guilt he felt in this whole situation. He was the worst of the worst. Because of all this, he had to ignore the pain throbbing in his face, and he had to wait while she slept on top of him. It was the least he could do considering everything.
"You can just tell me to move," she grumbled against him as she dragged herself to the other side of the bed.
For the first time ever, he was not freaking out while she woke up by his side. She decided that the best way to go about it was to act as though it was completely natural and casual. She was tired of waking up with somebody finding them, or him running away, or them fighting. She needed to wake up and she needed for this to be normal. Of course there was nothing normal about them or their situation, but it did not matter. If this was going to be their life, then she needed it to find a sense of normalcy or she was going to lose her goddamn mind. If normal meant casually waking up in the morning, then so be it.
"Thanks," he shyly mumbled before hoping to his feet.
Somehow he was quite glad that she decided not to look at him. He was not even sure he could look at himself.
He felt bad, he felt real bad. He did not know if he felt bad towards her or if he felt bad towards his family. He had not forgotten the way Gohan had provoked him over and over again but - it made him sick to his stomach to think about everything that happened. It should not have gone down like this, it should not have imploded and his face should not look like this. He sighed heavily as he reached the bathroom. He gripped the white counter with his hands, his grip enough to nearly split it in half. He took a deep breath, leaning forward and then he forced himself to look at his reflection.
It was not as terrible as he initially thought.
He was swollen, his nose looked broken, and his eye was black. There was crusted blood covering a good portion of his face but he would make it to see another day. He knew his brother would as well, although, he did not know how their relationship as brothers would go from now on. Then again, did he even want a relationship with someone like him?
It made no sense, months ago, his life was perfectly normal. He would go to his mother once in a while, he would hang out with his brother, him and Trunks were always together… and now. Now his life was completely upside down because of one element; her. Her presence in his life sent everything down the drain - and half of the time, it was like he did not mind. But why did he not? Why did he not mind being in this new life, with this new mind set? He had already established; there was no way he felt something for her prior to all this.
"You gotta wash up."
Her voice cut the silence and forced him to jump; he had not even heard her coming. Her ki was so blended in with his that her presence had become somewhat natural to him. He stopped noticing it. He nodded as he watched her through her reflection in the mirror. This time, he was startled once more; she was not wearing anything. She was walking around in the bathroom, looking for something, her entire body bare to his eyes. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took, her hand carelessly resting on her hip. She was a sight that was hard to forget.
Everything about her was hard to forget.
She could feel his eyes burning holes through her body but she ignored him. Instead, she focused on finding a cloth. Now that he was calm, he could finally clean up. Once she found what she was looking for, she walked to him, right by the sink and soaked the cloth right through. It would probably be best if he took a shower, but for now this would do. She still did not know how jumbled his thoughts would be, or how guilty he would feel. She was used to being loud and pushing through to have her way but she was not going to do that this time.
She wanted normalcy. She wanted little moments.
She wanted him to see what she had been seeing for years.
They complimented each other - and most of all, they understood each other.
He felt outcast at the moment, but she had often felt that in the past. She knew of her father's past, she knew the thoughts some of them had about her father and the assuming they might make about her brother and her. She also knew of her mother's temper, and how they were quick to judge her sometimes. It did not matter. She always held her head high, proud of who she was, and proud of who her parents were.
She did not need the approval.
Now Goten was the one who needed to understand that he did not need anybody's approval.
He could be his own person.
If he let himself.
Maybe if he freed himself from the shackles that were holding him down, then maybe he could actually be himself and still be happy in a relationship with her.
Maybe he could have it all.
She put a hand on his shoulder, forcing his attention on her once more. Except this time instead of ogling her, he was staring right into her eyes. "Lower," she spoke softly as she applied a bit of pressure so that he would kneeled down.
It took him a second to understand but once he did, he dropped to his knees. His eyes were almost eye level with her bare breasts, but he focused on her face regardless. Gently, she brought the wet cloth to his face while her other hand was holding his chin, trying to keep his face steady. She began scrubbing away the blood, hoping it was not hurting. She knew Saiyans healed fast, but both him and his brother were quite strong and it was not a regular fight; big punches had been thrown and neither would get away from this without damage. She started with his cheek and worked her way to his eye and then his forehead. Eventually, she scrubbed most of it off, and he looked like a new man.
He was still swollen and had bruises, but it was better.
It was more him.
Maybe if he did not have to look at his busted reflection, then maybe he would not let the guilt win.
She threw the dirty cloth in the sink and sigh as she rested a hand in his messy hair. She did not know what she was supposed to tell him. This could have been easy, this could have been simple, but he decided to turn all their interactions into a guilt trip, into a task and an obligation.
She was about to pull herself from him when he did the most unusual thing; he grabbed her.
It was not sexual, it was not violent, it was not angry. He simply, and very calmly, laced his arms around her waist and brought his face to her stomach. She could feel the heat, the swells, as he pressed his nose into her bare abdomen, seeking something from her that she was not even certain she could give him. His hands were desperate, gripping at her as though she could ix it all for him - but she could not.
"B," he whispered against her skin, his breath tickling her.
She remained motionless, her hands awkwardly immobile around him. She could not even answer him. Because he never did this. If he demonstrated love towards her it was brotherly love or he was fucking her. When did he ever try to find solace with her?
"I- I don't know what to do."
But for the first time, it did not have anything to do with her.
Instead, he was asking her for help.
She was not supposed to be weak. She was Vegeta's daughter goddamn it.
It was going to take more than that for her to cave.
… No, it was not.
Because she was weak when it came to him.
-M-
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