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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 really have an excuse to explain the long wait. I am sorry though. But, inspiration struck me tonight and I went with it. So... at least... hey a chapter? (I'm really sorry... sometimes the muse just won't cooperate).
Also, I know they might seem confusing or even OOC right now but ... a lot of things are affecting them. Soon, they'll be back to their proper selves.

Moonlight

3. Repeat
Goten felt like a truck ran him over when he opened his eyes. His brain was throbbing and there was a constant banging in his head. Unfortunately for him, his suffering was not over since a bright light began to blind him. He shielded his blood shot eyes and managed to make it to his feet. His first destination was the window where he hurried to pull the purple curtains closed. As soon as the room was engulfed in darkness, he sighed of relief.
He ran his fingers through his tangled hair and then, glided his hand down his face. Last night. What in the world happened last night? He remembered drinking – a lot and then… Trunks apparently took him back to C.C.
Bura.
It flashed back through his mind and his eyes opened wide. Did she – was it real? No. It could not be. He doubted Bura would even talk to him after what happened. It had to be a dream. There were also in his apartment in that illusion.
Yes, a dream.
The only problem with that was… well the fact that he was dreaming about her, dreaming about being with her. He was not sure what was wrong with him but it had to stop. Even when he was trying to stay away from her, she invaded his mind. That did nothing to ease up his guilt.
At least Trunks did not know about what occurred. At this point, it was the only good side to this whole dilemma.
Now, he had to get out of here without anyone seeing him. If he saw Trunks or Bulma, they would tell him to stay over for breakfast. He could not take the chance to be stuck at the same table as Bura. He was a terrible liar. Especially considering he had a bit of a hangover at the moment. Goten closed his eyes, took a deep breath and scanned the kis in the house.
Once everyone was located, he quietly proceeded to exit the room. He kept walking instead of speeding through; they might notice is presence if there was a burst of ki. Silently, he made his way to the end of the stairs. Thinking he was out of trouble, he took wider footsteps.
"What are you doing here?"
Goten winced. Defeated, he spun around. "I- m – I"
"Vegeta, who are you – oh Goten!" Bulma appeared in the room, a smile on her face. "I didn't know you were coming over."
"Actually," he began before scratching the back of his head, "I slept over."
"Oh, well, why don't you stay for breakfast? Trunks and Bura was already eating in the kitchen."
He needed an excuse, any excuse. His heart began to beat faster and his mind was a complete blank.
"S-sure. Thank you." Damn it.
It was under Vegeta's watchful eye that he headed towards the kitchen. Goten gulped when the siblings came in view and he did his best not to glance in Bura's direction. She would not talk to him, so if he pretended she was not there… it might make it easier. Oh, whom was he fooling? He was screwed.
"Hey, look who's up!" Trunks teased.
"Last night was a rough night," Goten replied as he sat down beside his friend. At least Bura was sitting across from Trunks.
"That's one word for it. I've never seen you like this. I don't know what Paris did to you this time, but she really messed you up."
Bura did her best to ignore their whole conversation and blend into the background but at the mention of Paris, her head snapped up. Paris? What did she have to do with this? Her action broke the stillness and for the first time Goten peeked at her.
He was in trouble. Bura knew it had nothing to do with Paris.
"Paris? I thought she dumped you months ago? Again." She promised herself she would not talk, that she would let the conversation happen and watch Goten squirm but it was too irresistible. And really, she needed to get back to him for hurting her pride.
Ugh. "It's complicated." He did not even need to look at her to know that she was smirking. Of course, she would corner him.
"It always is with her," Trunks added with a shrug. "I don't know why you go back to her every time. Either break it off for good or be miserable with her forever but do something."
Bura felt her jaw clench. What in the world was Trunks trying to pull off? Goten was stupid enough to always take back Paris and considering how he was feeling right now… she did not need him to be tempted. Last night proved he did not think she was disgusting but he was fighting her. He still thought it was wrong for them to mingle.
Her bottom lip quivered and she was at loss for words. Whatever she said, she would sound too interested or worse; jealous. She raised her head up a bit and her eyes met Goten's. She wondered if he remembered last night, if he remembered their little heated moment.
"Well, you guys have fun with your petty problems. I have more important things to do," she said while getting up.
She took a last bite out of her muffin and slowly began to walk away. As she was leaving, she made sure to sway her hips to give Goten a little show. She saw his reaction earlier and even if his mind was fighting him she had a feeling his body would enjoy it.
Goten forced his eyes down on his food, ignoring Bura. This was bad.

-M-
His phone was tight in his grip while he kept staring at it. He should not do this. It would be the worst mistake of his life. However, the current situation was not giving him many other options. Getting drunk did not work and random girls were definitively a bad idea. Also, going to Capsule Corp….. another bad idea.
This would fix it, at least for now.
He had no explanation why he dreamed about her or why he had sex with her. Being around Bura was dangerous. His mind was not reacting to her but it seemed his body was. The more distance he could put between himself and her for the time being, the better. Clearly, he was sexually frustrated or something. It would pass.
This was what he was supposed to do. Once he had himself convinced, he pressed the dialed button. It rang twice before someone picked up.
"Paris? It's Goten."

-M-
The living room was filled with the audio of an action movie Bura had popped in earlier. However, she was not watching it. Instead, she was staring into the emptiness. She had a hand clamped on her neck and was scratching it from time to time. She did not know why but that spot bothered her. It was probably because Goten's marks had not faded yet. How hard did he try to bite her that they were still there?
The first part of her plan worked. She confirmed that she did not disgust Goten and that she clearly had an effect on him. She also teased him and drove him a bit wild. The next question was, where to go from there? Clearly, he was stubborn and would keep on avoiding her and she had to change that.
Usually, she planned ahead and executed her plan but not this time. Strangely, she just wanted to hunt Goten like a prey and catch him as fast as possible. She needed to put a halt to her hormones and think clearly. They were clouding her mind, affecting her actions.
She was not only a Briefs, but she was also her father's daughter. If someone could get Goten, it was her.
For now, the best plan was to tease him and drive him crazy like she did when he slept over. Of course, finding such perfect situations was going to be difficult. Goten would be on his guard and might avoid C.C even more than before. Maybe she needed to find a way to force him to come.
She had the perfect idea.

-M-
"This is your fault."
"I didn't do anything!"
"Mom stopped organizing these stupid get together a long time ago."
Bura rolled her eyes. "I don't even know why you're complaining. You'll spend your time sparring. Such hard work."
"You don't get it." It was one thing to fight with Goten when they were alone, it was another when his father was around. Trunks was not even allowed one mistake.
Tough luck, she thought. This was how she was bringing Goten to C.C. She did not think he would sleep over like he did last time but she might be able to mess with his mind nonetheless. Who knew he might get drunk again and then he would be all hers to play with.
The conniving gene was passed down to her from her father but – this… even thi was intense for her. And yet, she barely cared.
"Aren't you going over to Goten? You should go and invite him and the Sons."
"I don't have time to go. I gotta get to work."
"Goten's your friend."
"And you agreed to help mom. I don't have time to waste."
"You can fly. It's faster."
He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. "You can borrow one of mom's contraption and you'll be just as fast. Enjoy."
She let out a sigh as her brother exited the house. The moment the door closed behind him a smirk appeared on her face. Nobody would be able to say she wanted to go to Goten's apartment. Apparently, it was just meant to be.
Bura glanced down at her outfit and she decided she could not possibly show up at his place dressed like this. She rushed upstairs, excitement filling her. She loved the thrill of the chase.
Almost a whole hour went by before Bura settled on a look. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she wore a tight black dress, her shoulders covered with a white jacket. She did not want to look desperate; she needed something classy that would still make him drool.
Satisfied, she headed out and grabbed one of the cars. She could fly one of the machines in the garage but she was terrible at landing and usually ended up messing up her hair. She worked too hard to ruin it all.
Thirty minutes passed before she reached his house. She parked a little far, hoping to go undetected a little longer. Pleasure overtook her mind, her body remembering his touch. She did not know why she was so addicted to him or why she could barely recall their first night together. It did not matter; she wanted him and she would have him.
Once she reached his front door, she shivered in anticipation. She licked her lips and raised her hand to knock on the door.
Then she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But he never opened the door. At first, it crossed her mind that he might be avoiding her but then she decided to check for his ki. She closed her eyes and focused. Her smile dropped and she groaned; he was not home. When was he not home? Frustration raged inside of her and she twisted her mouth out of aggravation.
Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind and she smirked.
She could always wait for him inside.
She gave the handle a good yank, breaking it. Oops. Oh well, it was not like she could not afford to have it repaired. Once she was inside, she headed straight for his bedroom. As she got in, she realized something; her scent was still all over his room. She took a step forward and inhaled his blankets.
He- he did not wash anything. He had to be feeling the same intriguing sensation as she was. This had to be addictive for him as well.
Bura dropped on his bed and laid down. This was the perfect spot to wait for him; at least he would be surprised.
Unfortunately for her, it took a full hour before he came home. By that time, she was ready to fall asleep because of how bored she was. When she heard his voice she jolted and tried to lay sensually again. She adjusted her breasts in her bra, making them pop even more.
The sound of his voice made her groin tingle.
The sound of the voice she heard after however had the complete opposite effect.
"Goten, why is your door broken?"
Paris. He was with fucking Paris? He brought her into his apartment? What was he going to do next, fuck her in this bed? What a load of crap! He could not keep it in his pants for more than a month?
Her rage flared up and by the time it happened, it was too late to stop her little slip up. If he did not know she was there before, she made presence well known.
"Shit," she mumbled.
"Just –hm, wait here for a minute," she heard him scramble to say, clearly nervous.
Then in a flash, he was in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. "Bura, what are you doing here?" he asked in a harsh whisper.
This was not how she planned for this little visit to go but it did not mean it was all ruined. She threw her legs over the edge, sitting up.
"I came to invite you."
"I-invite me where?"
"My mom's having a little get together," she replied innocently.
Seeing her was making his heart pump fast – too fast. He swallowed hard while his eyes traveled from her legs to her eyes. There she was; in his bed again. He remembered too well what happened in there and he did not need flashbacks.
"So, Paris?" she said when he remained silent.
"We – we got back together."
There were no words to express how much she hated her brother at this moment. He was the reason why Goten went back to that bitch. She knew Paris would get tired of Goten again – very soon – but Bura refused to share him. She did not want him to be with another woman when he was supposed to be hers.
Filled with fake confidence, she rose to her feet. There was only one way to get him and it was to trap him. If she let him flee…
Slowly, she slipped off her jacket, revealing that her dress was strapless, and let it drop on his bed. She marched in his direction and only stopped a few inches from his face. She pressed her palms against his chest and smiled.
"Imagine if she came in here and found us."
He raised his hand and grabbed her left wrist to stop her actions. "She knows you're just Trunks' little sister."
A normal person would never think anything could be going on between him and Bura – because a normal person would not have sex with her. He was a terrible, human being. She might be pursuing him right now but it all began because he took advantage of her.
She leaned her hips forward, pressing herself in his crotch. She began rubbing herself against his chest, her hands sliding down to the edge of his jeans. "Am I?"
Almost instantaneously, his length filled with blood and a bulge formed in his pants. Satisfied, she pressed her chest against his. "I'm not sure she's gonna believe that."
He glared.
"Maybe I should call her in here. You know, just to see her reaction."
He never saw her with such fire in her eyes before. She was a woman on a mission and it was terrifying how determined she was.
He yanked on her wrist, which somewhat backfired since it slammed her breasts against him. "I'm not playing this stupid game, B. It was a mistake."
Why did he keep referring to it as a mistake? He enjoyed it! "Maybe I wanna play a stupid game. Maybe I'll call Paris in here and let her judge how much of a mistake it was. You think you can stop me? Whatever you're gonna try, it's just going to attract her attention."
Fuck. She was right – but he could not let her bring Paris in here. He just got back together with her and he did not need things to end so brusquely. Right now, she was not a Briefs, right now she was acting like Vegeta's daughter.
"What do you want?" he finally asked.
What did she want? Him. Though she doubted he would willingly offer himself up. "Tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night what?"
"I'm coming over tomorrow night. You can't leave or I will tell her. Trust me, she will believe me."
Blackmail was beneath her. She did not like it. She could get what she wanted without resorting to dirty tricks. However, in this case it seemed to be the only way to even get him to talk to her. She was not even sure her end goal was to sleep with him; she just needed, craved his presence.
Did he truly want to get back with Paris that badly? No. He only called her up because he could not get Bura out of his head. Apparently his plan backfired. Still, he was in no mood to deal with Paris' jealous reaction if she found him and Bura in a compromising situation.
Plus, whatever Bura would try tonight, he could stop. Granted he did not last time but this mistake would not be repeated.
"Fine."
She smiled, her chest swelling with pride. She always went for what she wanted but she was certain she never pursued anything as much as she was pursuing him. If she did not have him, she was sure she would die. It hurt to think about him belonging to someone else.
Bura pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Then, in a flash, she was gone.
Goten was left alone in his room, his erection painfully throbbing.
Fuck.

-M-
8:30.
What did night mean anyway?
He tried to call her but she never picked up. He could not call Trunks or her house because really, how would he explain he was looking for Bura? No matter what lie he came up with, it would appear suspicious. No, all he could do was sit on his couch and wait.
She was doing this on purpose. She was trying to torture him and goddamn it, her plan was working.
He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the sweat that coated his scalp. Once again, his eyes traveled to his watch and he sighed. 8:31. Why did he even agree to this? It was not like he got to spend a good day with Paris. He was so on edge that he spent the entire time trying not to snap.
Bura never used to make him angry. She made him laugh. Now, all his emotions geared towards her were heightened. Part of him wanted to smash her into the wall until she came to her senses and the other part wanted to smash her into the wall and fuck her senseless. Both options were very wrong. Oh god. How could he even still think about having sex with her? She was young, so young.
Goten was so deep into his thoughts, he barely heard the knock on the door. For a moment, he thought he made it up but then, he felt her ki. She was here, finally.
He sped towards the door and flung it open. On the other side, he found Bura.
Her attire was different from earlier and he was grateful. Instead of the tempting black dress, she was in a pair of skinny jeans and a stomach baring top. Alright, maybe there was a little too much skin but he could deal with this.
"Can I come in?" she finally asked almost rudely when he did not move out of the way.
He nodded before letting her come inside.
Bura took a deep breath; this had to go differently than this morning. The more distance she put between them, the clearer she thought. Pushing Goten was not the way to go. That's how she got her way with her family, with other boys but not with him. The panic in his eyes let her know that she messed up.
However, it was not too late to salvage this. There was one easy way to get to him; guilt. His presence was the only thing that soothed the aching feeling inside her very soul and she was willing to try any and every trick to get him.
Cue the acting.
She turned around but never glanced at him. Instead, her eyes constantly remained on the ground. "I- I wanted to apologize."
Goten felt like someone slapped him in the face. Bura Briefs was apologizing… to him?
"I – I was so confused and I just- I didn't know how to react and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it because you were freaking out – and then, I lashed out." She slowly raised her head and looked at him, her blue eyes shining with tears. "I'm sorry, alright?"
He saw her cry when she was a little girl but that was it. There was she vulnerable in front of him for the second time.
She took a step forward and mentally smiled when he did not back away. "I didn't know how to react. I couldn't talk about it with anyone. And it- it was my first time, and I-"
Bura leaned forward and snuggled against his chest, sniffling.
At first he froze, the proximity unexpected but as he heard her cry, he wrapped his arms around her. This was all his fault.
"B-chan, you ain't got nothing to be sorry about."
At least he used her nickname again.
"It's my fault, I should have stopped it."
He could not explain his sudden desire for her. He always saw her as Bura. Then suddenly, all he could dream about, all he could think about was her. He barely even pushed her away that first night. Even now, holding her in his arms made his skin heat up.
Goten kept himself in check as he tightened their embrace. He hated the fact that he was the reason behind her tears. He always looked after her, protected her…and now he hurt her. He felt lower than low.
"Listen, B…"
She raised her head and stared right into his eyes. Playing the victim card was not her favorite play but it was the only one working at the moment. At least he was holding her, caressing her. Though that only increased her desire.
Bura always liked Goten but she always managed to control herself. What was it about him recently that made her lose all logic and common sense?
She reached out for his hand and intertwined their fingers.
Goten felt sparks traveled through his body and he held back a growl in his chest. He knew just how powerful she was and yet, there in his arms, in his hold, she felt fragile. Fragile enough for him.
"I don't know how it got so messy, but we'll fix it."
He had known her his entire life. She would always be in his life and he would always care for her. They could not take back what happened so the only option they had was to move on from it. He was not sure how to proceed with that but they would figure it out. He could fight through those feelings then they could get things back to normal…or as normal as possible at least.
This was not going exactly as she had planned. He was not supposed to lead her down the friendship path. He was supposed to console her and touch her. The feeling of his finger was barely enough to keep her in check. His whole presence was intoxicating.
The moonlight was shining through the window much like it did the last time.
But they ignored it; they were oblivious to it.
"It's gonna be okay."
She finally released his hand and put her palms against his chest. A heat enveloped her body and she could easily tell her presence affected him. His skin was burning through his chest and she could feel it beneath her fingertips.
A puddle of warmth formed in her lower region as she remembered his touch, remembered the way he felt pressed against her. He was so willing that night in her house… Granted he thought it was a dream but… but he didn't fight it. If only he stopped fighting her now.
One look in his eyes and she would crave him again. His presence was intoxicating; her need for him was overwhelming. She was not even sure how she was keeping up this charade. Did he not feel the desire that pulsed through her? Did he not feel the beads of sweat dripping down her neck?
Goten did his best to avoid her glance. The way she looked at him – it tugged at his heart. She kept opening herself up to him, showing him this vulnerable side. It was as thought he could take her, and have her and… and she'd let him do as he pleased. He almost shivered at the thought.
As if he could forget the recent memories they made together.
He was not raised like this, he was not supposed to want this. It went against his every belief, against who he was at the core. Why could he not stop feeling the heat, the connection every time she was around? One day she was like his little sister and the next he was taking her virginity.
How did it happen?
His own mind was fuzzy on the details. And if he was being perfectly honest, he noticed she seemed as confused as he was.
"B, what happened to us?"
She tilted her head to the side, her blue waves cascading down her shoulder. "W-what do you mean?"
"We were like family. How come we- you know."
He would take all the blame, he did not care. He was the adult, he was the responsible one. However, that did not change the fact that she hit on him. She never did that before. She never showed any interest in him. All of it… it was out of the blue.
Because I always loved you. But she could not reply that. She could not let him know what kind of hold he had on her. Though, that did not explain why she showed up in his room half naked. She never acted on it. It felt so natural that night, it felt like she would die if she did not have him.
No, she did not know why.
She did not know how.
Why did he want to focus on the details? Why could he not let himself feel instead? He was a Son. They did not think, they were not brains. They went with their hearts. Why was she the one shushing her head and listening to her heart? It should be the opposite.
"I don't know," she finally answered. At least it was the truth.
Her bottom lip was trembling and he could not tell if it was out of fear or because of the tears threatening to fall. He wanted to hug her but at the same time he knew he had to keep a distance between them. He was going to get burnt again if he was not careful.
She could feel him pull away and it ignited a rage inside of her. Why did he turn down her every trick, her every attempts? He wanted her. Why fight it?
Nobody turned down Bura Briefs.
She leaped forward, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face in his neck. She could faintly remember her father once telling her it was something saiyans did to show affection. Though, she did not know why she craved to have that sort of contact with Goten. She continued to press her nose to his skin, enjoying the softness and the warmth.
He was really trying. His hands were on her shoulders and he had every intention of pushing her away except…except his hands were following his commands. Instead, he found himself squeezing, his fingertips digging into her smooth flesh. He could already feel all of his blood rushing downwards. This was very, very bad.
"B," he almost pleaded.
His body was not going to listen to him was it? She had to pull away.
She heard the desperation in his voice but she could not move, she could not remove herself from him. It was frustrating how much she needed him. Thoughts were clashing in her head and she was convinced she was losing her mind. This time, real tears were burning her eyes. She wanted Goten, she did, it was all her. Or was it? Her body ached when she was far from him.
She never loved before. Was that what love was meant to feel like?
She did not know.
The only thing she was certain of was that she would not let him drag her away.
"I won't leave."
She was Vegeta's daughter, she was proud; she did not beg, she ordered.
And he seemed to listen because he stayed close to her.
He could not do this again, it would take his sanity away. He would never be able to face anybody. He would not be able to look at himself in the mirror. Push her away, he kept repeating to himself but it did not happen. His blood was boiling with need, all of his instincts were screaming at him, ordering him to take her like he did oh so long ago.
She was willing. Again.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide when he felt her press her lips to his flesh. Jolts of pleasure traveled through him and he whimpered. Both because he needed her to stop and because he needed her to continue.
"B."
"If you don't touch me, I'm gonna die," she said, breathing against his skin.
It hurt to have him so far. It hurt to miss his touch.
He heard the plea, the desperation in her voice and he understood. His body ached for her even though it made no sense. The more she demanded, the more it hurt to not give in. His arms were shaking as he allowed his hands to trail down her arms. His mind was fighting him at every step. At this point he was not sure which path would hurt him more.
She trembled beneath his touch. He left a trail of fire everywhere he laid his fingers.
He was almost there; all she had to do was push him.
She raised her head and gently began nibbling at his ear. She darted her tongue out and ran it across his earlobe. She felt the growl deep in his chest and she smirked. Almost. She did say she always got what she wanted.
As an uncontrollable desire surged within him, Goten forced himself to take a step back. He sensed her ki flare and knew she was quite displeased with his action.
"B, you have to go."
If she left it would be fine. If she left, they would not make another mistake.
"We can't do this again."
Her eyes narrowed and for a moment she was the spitting image of her father. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Then, she used her strength to push him against the nearest wall. She did not do all of this only to have him slip through her fingers. She convinced him once and she would convince him again. He was what she needed; her whole body was telling her so.
"B," he warned.
His instincts, his mind, everything was on edge. Now was not a good time for her to provoke him.
Except it was exactly what she wanted, so she pushed him again. And again.
Finally, he grabbed both of her wrists and reversed their positions so that she was the one with her back pressed to the wall. It slammed so hard, she almost winced. He pinned her arms above her head and glanced down at her, his breathing heavy. Her lips were pouting, offering themselves to him. He remembered their taste, he remembered how addictive they were.
Adrenaline was traveling through his body, his mind was clouded.
For the second time, he let his control slip, he let his lips brush up against hers. It was meant to be only for a moment.
But it was too much and he was doomed all over again.

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