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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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Moonlight
Chapter 20: One More Memory
"I mean, it's not like we don't have sex."
Bura tried not to cringe as she knew she would not like the next words that were about to come out of his mouth. Trunks was nowhere to be found and honestly - she could not leave him alone. His girlfriend cheated on him, his best friend was missing - she needed to be his shoulder to cry on. And she was almost doing it entirely out of selflessness. Almost. She had despised Paris for years. Hearing him bash her made her day! Although she was not quite convinced that she wanted to know the details of their sex life. Her feelings for Goten were quite present and vivid and she did not think that they were going away anytime soon. But, if she was going to be his confident, she would have to listen to it. She did not want him talking about his sorrows with another girl.
That was how he would end up rebounding.
And if he was going to be rebound with anybody, it was her.
Now that she was rebound.
She was fucking Bura Briefs. But, maybe if he let himself feel a little, then she could persuade him that the answer to all of his problems had been in front of him the whole freaking time.
"We do, and - and I pay attention to her. I mean, she calls me all the time. I mostly answer." His mother was not a big fan of cellphone. He tried to avoid it around her but sometimes Paris was just too insistent he would end up picking up or answering anyway. Paris was something else his mother was not fond of - she thought she was too slutty and that she had gone around a bit too much. For once, he should have listened; Chichi had been right. He should have seen it coming but he was too blindsided by the love he had for her. He sighed before talking another gulp of his beer.
Bura had gently brought him alcohol - while she stayed sober. He was on his - tenth? Eleventh? He had lost count somewhere along the way. All he could feel was the rage and the pain that was pumping through his blood.
"She's an idiot," Bura finally settled on.
"What if I'm the idiot?"
She frowned. "Why would you be the idiot?"
He shrugged. Because he was not as smart as his brother. Because he was not as smart as Trunks. Because he had fallen for a cheater. "I didn't see it. She was cheating and I didn't see it." What else had he missed? Paris had said it was his fault. She said it was because he did not pay enough attention to her - that he was not there enough. But he almost spent all of his freaking time off with her. What more could he give her? Had she wanted him to quit training, to quit sparing? He had explained it to her before; it was in his blood. He could not do that.
"You didn't see it because you loved her." She made sure to use the past tense because she did not want him to focus on any love leftover he might have for her. Paris had been a big deal in his life. Despite his strict old fashion mother, Goten had been good at getting around. He never really settled, preferring the bachelor life, much like her brother. However, when Paris came along, it was the big love. It was the first time she actually feared someone. It was easy when he was playboy. She had time and her turn would come - and she would set him straight. Paris was not the one who was supposed to do that and yet Goten fell in love with her. She dragged him along for months before she even said yes to a date. And he did everything she asked.
Because he was sweet, because he was loving.
He was so different from the men in her life and he was not afraid of what he stood for and his feelings. He was himself - without boundaries.
"Don't worry, karma is a bitch."
He took another gulp. "I hope so." He turned his head and he looked at her. She had grown up. It had taken a while for him to realize that but she was not longer a little kid. Now she was at that age where she would be disobeying curfew and getting boyfriends. Although it would be much harder for her than it had been for Trunks. Vegeta would not let a man near his daughter, that was for damn sure. He was allowed but he was practically family - and Vegeta still did not like it. He tolerated him because Bulma had said so. But he understood the protectiveness Vegeta felt. Bura was not his daughter, but she was family. He did not want to think about some sleazy dude getting his hands all over her. He knew she was more than able to protect herself but - but guys used sweet words and even smart girls could fall for it.
At least Bura would never cheat on anyone.
She was strong enough to know what she wanted and she said what she thought.
No secrets, no lying.
Sometimes it was a little harsh but at least, it was the truth. He much preferred that than investing himself in a relationship that was doomed from the very beginning.
"Hey B?"
At the sound of the familiar nickname, she turned her head to the side. His onyx eyes flickered for a second, lingering on her face. "Stay single."
It took her a moment, abashed by the sentence, but she finally laughed. "What?" Oh she was planning on it. She was - staying single to - to wait for him. Let's face it, by now, she could have had a thousand boyfriends. But she turned them all down. He might not feel for her what she felt for him - but she did not want to completely destroy the chance that something might happen.
"It's not worth it." He was much happier when he was single. She should be single also. That way, nobody would have to worry about getting their heads ripped off and she would not worry about getting her heart broken. It was a win-win. He did not think he wanted to see her come in one day looking as pathetic as he did. Then again, she was Bura Briefs. If she found a guy worthy of her time, he would be a damn fool if he cheated on her. She was - something else. He was a nobody.
Maybe Paris had gone and found herself someone she thought was worth more.
She could not let him speak stupid thoughts like these. It was worth it. She had been putting herself through a lot of pain loving him. It might seem hopeless, and on most days she hated herself for not having given up yet but - she loved him. It was worth it as long as it was the right person. "Goten, she was a tramp. It's worth it when you find someone who isn't a whore."
"And where do I find her?"
Right here, in front of you - you big idiot. But that was not what she said. Instead, she covered his hand with hers and squeezed it tightly. "You'll feel it."
He chuckled. "I'll feel it? That's a very girly advice B."
She shook her head. "Mock me all you want, you'll see."
Her cheeks were painted red from her rage and he grinned a little more. She had her family's temper; it was easy to get a rise out of her. In the end, he was kind of glad he found Bura instead of Trunks. She was a better listener. His friend would have said, let's get drunk and fuck some girls. Which he could probably use - but this was better. She distracted him from the pain. He had a brother but - he was glad to have her through Trunks. She was not as harsh as her father and she was not as angry as her mother. She was somewhere in the middle. She laughed and the whole place lighted up. She got angry - and he laughed. There was something about her that always lifted his spirits.
He would feel it she said.
What would it feel like?
-M-
"Goten, open the door."
She knocked again. But, as he had been doing for the past five minutes he kept on ignoring her.
She glared at the door as though it would magically make it vanish into thin air. "Goten, open the fucking door because I break it down."
He had asked her for some time alone. She had granted him that. She had fights with her brother before but it was never anything as serious as what went down between Goten and Gohan. Plus, her family was known for heated fights. They fought it out and then it was over. She knew this would not be that easy and that Goten's life would be harder from now on. When he had asked for his little time alone, she had accepted because he was really upset. She had not wanted to leave him alone, but he had been quite insistent.
But, she had not agree to it so he could lock her away.
Plus, she had to deal with her own mother. Her mother was a fan of gossips and she had wanted to know what had happened. Except, Bura did not know much. She knew there was a fight, but she did not know exactly how it started. And Goten had not shared that.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted when the door inched open. But - he was not there waiting for her on the other side. He had simply left it open for her to walk in. It was not quite what she wanted but she would take it. She pushed it open with her index finger and walked in. She inspected the surroundings but she did not see him; he had retreated back to the safety of his bedroom. Of course. She sighed while she closed the door; god it smelled in there. What the fuck had he been doing?
Most of all, she wanted to see his face. Last time she saw it, it was still marked by the battle. And she had a feeling he had not been taking care of himself. Saiyan or not, he could not be a stupid idiot.
She silently made her way to the bedroom where the door had also been left open. He must have known she would quickly figure out where he was hiding. Inside, everything was darkness; the curtains were closed, the lights were turned off. Did he think that hiding himself away would make the problem disappear? She did not know this Goten, she knew the Goten that always found a solution, the one who grinned stupidly at everything and that was always laughing. Her eyes focused on the mass on the bed; he was under the blankets. She approached the bed and plopped down on it once she reached it. He still did not move or even acknowledge her presence.
She would not be ignored.
She put a hand on where she assumed his back was. "Goten."
No mouvement.
"Goten, get the fuck up."
But, he was not listening to the orders that she was barking at him. She did not have time for this; did he not know that she was not a patient woman? She grabbed his shoulders and in one unexpected motion, she flipped him on his back. And he let her. His spiky hair stuck out from the blanket and she could easily see now that the strands were coated in sweat. When his forehead came in view, she saw that his skin was actually in the same state as his hair; why was he sweating so much?
He did not put up a fight as she pulled the blanket away from him completely. It allowed her to see the bruises on his body and to notice that the swelling in his face remained - although it had lessened.
One thing though; he still had a lot of blood on him. Old, dried blood. The idiot had not showered since she left. And now to top it all off, he was also covered in sweat.
"That's it."
She pulled herself to her feet and then, she grabbed him by the shoulders. It seemed he kept on making the same mistake over and over again; he forgot that she was almost as strong as he was. She pulled him out of the bed and for the first time he began to resist her. "What do you want B?"
Woaw. He was calling her B.
The nickname took her by surprise and she nearly let her grip on him slip away. But she held herself back. "I want you to get in the fucking shower because you smell."
When she cursed, she sounded like her mother. He could recall the affectionate nickname Vegeta had for Bulma; foul mouth woman. He had heard it a few times as a kid, though he was pretty sure he was not meant to hear it. She was the same. He should be fighting her over this. To be honest, the past two days had blurred in together. He knew he was sticky, he knew there was still pain on his face but that was about it. He remembered falling asleep - he remembered the memories that flooded his mind but - everything else was a blur. He remembered asking her for her help, he remembered being lost. He felt like a stranger in his own skin.
She had tried to help but he had been unable to explain.
Instead, he had asked her to leave and surprisingly, she had listened.
Now she was back.
She was the only one who was back. He did not remember his mother or his father coming to check up on him. Then again, they were probably at Gohan's side. The thought left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. "Did you see Gohan?"
She frowned. "Why would I see him?"
She never had anything against him before. His existence in life barely impacted her but - but now he had made it slightly personal. He was going after Goten, he was provoking him and he was shaming them. Honestly, she knew that the only reason he had not said anything to her directly was because of her father. He was smart enough to know better than to insult her. But then again, it had only made it worse for Goten because he was the only one getting the shitty end of the stick in this situation.
And she was getting away with the victim card.
When really, the last thing she ever was - was a victim.
If anything, she encouraged and facilitated the whole thing.
Even Goten thought initially that she was the poor victim and that he was taking advantage of her. It was hard to make anybody forget that image - they needed to stop thinking of her as a hopeless little girl who could not do anything by herself. She could think and she could do.
"Everyone else is seeing him."
She heard the pain in his voice along with the bitterness. "I'm not," she chose to point out her presence by his side. He could bitch her out, he could say anything, but at least she had not let him down. Even when he was trying to push her away, which he had been doing since the beginning of this ordeal, she pushed back. Honestly, at this point, it was bad for her pride but she kept doing it regardless. She did not know why. Actually she did. She loved him and it made her immensely stupid.
"Yeah."
"Now come on."
He let her pull him to the shower - heck he even helped her. He walked some of it on his own, his head swirling the whole time. He had been in bad fights before but he had never been this out of it. He should not be this out cold and yet he was.
Once Bura and him got the bathroom, she sat him down and rushed towards the shower. She slowly turned it on, checking the temperature before smirking satisfyingly. Goten was already naked, so that was one step they could skip. Now, it was her turn. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it above her head. She had not even bother with a bra which immediately graced Goten with the sight of her bare breasts.
"Bura?"
"You're not going in there by yourself." And she was not about to take a shower with her clothes on.
And he did not fight her.
He had fought her so much already and all it had done was bring him more pain and misery. He was already fighting everyone else in his entourage. Maybe she could be the one person he did not have to fight with - it would be nice. They never used to fight. They used to laugh together - and he used to be able to talk to her. When had that gone away? When had they lost what made their relationship… theirs? He did remember sitting and being able to actually voice out his feelings to her because she listened. She did not judge and most of the time, she offered solutions that did not include getting smash drunk.
But did she only do all of that because she was in love with him?
Did she do it because she wanted to be with him?
It was hard to make the distinction. Their friendship could not be based on a lie. He could not have it that way. Although there was one thing that kept leaving him confused; she was Bura Briefs. It was well known that everyone in the Briefs family was stubborn. If they wanted something, they just went for it. They never believed that they could fail, so the fear of failure was never something that stopped them. If that was true, and if the flashbacks he was seeing were really memories…then… how come she never tried? He could not recall a single moment where she had tried to make a move on him. If she did feel that way for a long time, what had stopped her?
He knew he would not have said yes but he wondered why that stopped her from trying. Bura always went head first into everything. Like now.
And there she was, leaning against the shower door, completely naked. And she was waiting for him.
The more he relinquished into her, the less pain he felt.
He liked having less pain.
-M-
"Come in big guy."
It took a lot to get a saiyan drunk and yet somehow, there she was, with a drunk saiyan on her couch. Goten was half sprawled across the couch and half lying on the floor. She hoped to give him some beers so that he would forget what a tramp Paris was. She did not think that his current predicament ran that deep. He was not supposed to get wasted! They were supposed to enjoy a nice sharing moment together. She needed those more adult moments together so that he could finally realize that she was no longer a child. He had to go and screw it all up.
"I'll get you to a room," she said when he did not move.
"I like it here."
Really, he just did not want to move. If he moved it started spinning. And if he moved and sobered up, he would think about her. He did not want to think about that whore. He had made a fool of himself with her and he refused to let that happen again. He would not be anybody's little puppy dog. He ruined himself and he wasted a lot of time. At least Bura was there. Though, Trunks would have never let him be this much of a mess. Especially not over Paris. Now that he was thinking about it, everybody hated Paris but it never stopped him from loving her.
He was an idiot.
"Yea, well, I don't like you on my couch," she teased.
"You'd like me better in the bed?"
She knew he was drunk and that he did not realize the second meaning of his words but her heart skipped a beat .Of course she would. How many nights had she spent imagining herself running her fingers along every line of muscles, tracing them, feeling them. She wanted her soft body pressed against his hard chest and she wanted to taste his skin. Of course, he was much more experienced than she was but - she was a fast learner, she could catch up if he let her.
"Come on, you gotta sleep it off."
"I loved her."
At least he was using the past tense.
"I know."
She bent forward, trying to wrap her arms around his waist. She might not be a strong, trained fighter like he was, but she remained Vegeta's daughter and she could handle lifting him off the ground. If she left the task up to him, he would wake up on the floor tomorrow morning and she could not have that. Unfortunately for her, he was quite wide, forcing her to lean forward to wrap her arms fully around him. As she did so, her blue locks spread around his face, covering it. He did the only natural thing he could do; he smelled her hair. The soft strands were wrapping around his face, tickling him. He inhaled once, then twice. She smelled like strawberries - with a hint of coconut. That was a weird mix. He wondered what shampoo had that scent.
"Your hair smells good."
For the second time, she froze. Goten was sniffing her hair? He was actually using the fact that they were so close to smell her hair? And what in the world was she supposed to say to that? Like, there was no answer. It did not mean anything and he was not trying to hit on her. At least, it was what she had to keep repeating herself if she wanted to stop her heart from racing. She inhaled deeply, trying to let the blush disappear from her cheeks. It was a good thing that he could not see her face at the moment. He would be able to tell that something was off - even if he was drunk.
"Thanks weirdo." Yes. Being insulting. That was a good way to pretend nothing was wrong right?
-M-
Food.
To be more precise, it smelled like bacon and eggs, but - there was another smell masking the delicious scent of food. It smelled like fire. Wait. Fire? Goten jumped awake, nearly crashing upon the ground, as he tried to hurry to the kitchen. He did not remember leaving anything on - how could there be a fire? And wouldn't Bura be aware of the fire? Her nose was just as good as his.
But, once he got to the kitchen, the panic in his face obvious, he could only do one thing; he laughed.
And it was not a small laugh. It was one that shook him to his core, one that forced him to bend over in two because he could no longer control it. He could not remember the last time it hurt him to laugh.
Of course, his amusement did not make everyone very happy. Bura in particular was not quite pleased with the way he was turning her into a joke. She was only in this mess because of him. She had noticed the lack of dishes in his sink and she knew Goten was not one of dishes. Especially when he was feeling down. If there was no dishes it was because he did not eat. He was a saiyan; the number one rule of being a saiyan was to eat. If he was not eating, he was not going to make it. And so, she had taken it upon herself to fix the situation.
Obviously, she did not think it through.
Her grandmother was a great cook - probably the best there was. Unfortunately, that gene was not passed down to Bulma - and it had skipped Bura as well. Honestly though, it was hardly her fault; they had people to cook for them. She was never expected to cook, so when in the world was she supposed to learn? But - it had not stopped her. She figured she was a genius. How hard could cooking be for someone who was a smart as her? It could not possibly be that difficult. Apparently it was. It had started out so well; she had found everything she needed, it looked good, it smelled good - then at some point it all went wrong. Everything turned black and this disgusting smell kept spreading.
And that was when she knew she had messed up bad.
"What's so funny?" she snapped.
She did not enjoy being made fun of and she refused to be ridiculed, especially by him. His face was a bit busted and he looked like a complete bum. If anyone was going to make fun of anybody, it was her making fun of him. The nerve of him. This was for him. She had tried to cook to help him. "This is what I get for trying to feed you."
She was not a homemaker. She was not the good little wife like his mother was. Her mother was not that time of woman either. She had not grown up around an example of a woman who stayed at home and cooked and clean. She did not think there was anything wrong with it but it simply was not the type of person Bulma Briefs was. She could not be Chichi. Bura would never learn to keep the house tidy and she would never learn to make a good meal. She did not have it in her and frankly, it was not really the type of person she wanted to be. She enjoyed being driven and goal oriented. It worked for her. But did that work for him?
"You were making me breakfast?" he managed to ask as his laughter died down.
She nodded as she threw the pan back on the stove. She could not even tell anymore if those were the eggs or the bacon. God, how had it gone so terribly wrong? "Not anymore."
It was hard to miss the snappiness in her voice and he really did mean to stop laughing but it was hard to do when they were surrounded by a cloud of smoke. Honestly, what made her think she could cook? "You don't learn," he said as he closed the distance between them.
"What do you mean I don't learn?" Did he think he was off the hook that easily?
There was something about her. He had caved in when she had come to his rescue, he had listened when she had forced him in the shower. And she had been right about everything. She had spent the night over - and nothing had happened. They did not have sex. He simply had the rest he so desperately needed. There was a raging battle inside of him and it was exhausting. There was the guilt, there was the need for blood, the want for dominance and the struggle. He was being torn apart from the inside and he did not know how to stop it. But when she was there, he could put it on stop, he could forget it. Granted that her almost burning down his kitchen made the task much easier.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"When you almost burned down your kitchen?"
"I didn't - oh." She had. The funny story was - it was because of him, although he did not know that.
"Yea," he said with a chuckle. "You tried to make some cookies and - by the time Vegeta got to you, you had nearly burned the whole house down." It was the first time in his life that he had seen that look of panic on Vegeta's face. His little girl was a big deal. They had all realized that the day she was born. She was off-limits to everyone from the moment she first cried. That always made her more untouchable. It surely did not help him not consider her as a little girl.
One day, her grandmother had made cookies. Goten had been about twenty-five years old. She remembered watching him devour the cookies with much joy. She had decided that she wanted to be the one to bring that expression on his face. And so, she had asked her grandmother for the recipe. Of course, her grandmother had meant well when she had given it to her. It had not crossed her mind that perhaps she might need help or that perhaps she should not be left alone in the kitchen. Her grandmother was a good woman, but she was far from being the smartest one.
And so, she had proceeded to make the cookies.
Which had resulted in a huge fire.
And she had never tried to make anything for Goten again.
She had cooked a few things here and there over the years - after all, it had been a while. But no, never the cookies.
"They were for you," she admitted. It made her swallow her pride, but she did not care.
"What?"
'The cookies. I was making them for you."
Every time he was hit by a new memory, every time she shared something else with him, he was forced to realize that the way she felt was not recent. It only confused him more. All these years and she had not said anything? It did not seem right.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why were you making me them for me?"
He was not quite sure yet how much he liked knowing all this but he knew he could not ignore it. Her presence was what made it okay - her presence was the only thing he could hang on to at the moment. He had tried pushing her away and it had left him worse. If she was here, he could be okay. But if she was here, they had to talk. He had this urge to claim her, this urge to protect her and cradle her in his arms. Gohan's words felt like a threat and it was hard to let go of the desire to protect her. But then if he wanted to protect her, why had he send her away? He did not even make sense to himself.
Maybe because he no longer felt like himself.
Except right now.
Right now for a moment, he could feel like the old Goten talking with the old Bura. At least he would if it were not for their current topic of conversation.
"I wanted to make you happy." At that age, she did not know she loved him. And she did not know they would end up where they currently where. She did know that she liked having him around. She knew she loved the sounds he made when his laughter echoed through the room. Her brother was way too serious, and so was her father. Her mother had more of a sense of humor but she was focused on her work. Laughter like that - it only came around when he was there. Love was more - discreet. Her parents loved each other very much, there was no doubt about it but their displays of affection were more subtle.
She was not used to everything being out in the open.
Out of all the answers she could have given him, he never expected that one.
She wanted him to be happy.
She had always wanted him to be happy.
He was carrying around a huge amount of guilt and that did put a damper on his happiness.
He wanted to let it go. He needed to let it go.
How badly of a human being would he be if he let go of it all and enjoyed this new, unplanned relationship?
Very bad.
He offered her a small smile before taking the pan from her. "Let me show you."
Not yet.
-M-
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