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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Minutes had passed. Hours. Days. Perhaps even weeks or months. Goten didn’t know, nor did he care.
Fuck the saiyan mark. Fuck his ancestors. Fuck his feelings. None of it mattered to him anymore.
Goten had finished another large bottle of beer and tossed it to the floor, amongst many other empty containers. He cursed himself for not attempting to understand what was happening to him the moment he had touched her; felt her satin skin that had molded perfectly underneath his fingertips. He should have known the possibility that this ancient ‘ritual’ may not have worked for her. Could Saiyan women even mark others? He wouldn’t know, nor did he want to know.
He had released a shaky sigh that he was unaware that he was holding. The large, empty void inside of his heart ached in the greatest agony, torturing him constantly with stabs that only reminded him that he remained on this earth. He had lost track of the last time his eyes had closed to sleep. His once-smooth jawline that she had blessed merely by touching was now blanketed with thin stubble. His eyes, once bright and full of joy, were now darkened with the circles that had developed. He welcomed the void to open wider and consume him into a sweet death; he could not continue existing if he could not have the one that fate had chosen for him.
However, the wallowing in the depression had been interrupted; the sound of knocking on his front door had kept filling his ears. “Go away!” he had snapped.
“Goten!” Gohan shouted.
“I’m busy.”
“So help me, if you do not answer this door--”
“Fine!” He shouted in anger and finally stood, feeling as though the world was spinning beneath his feet. He stumbled over the new garbage that had accumulated in his bedroom, making his way through the narrow hallway and tripping again when he had approached his door. He opened the home’s barrier quickly, showing his aggravation with a scowl. “What do you want?”
“No need to be so hostile. It’s just me, bro,” Gohan shrugged. Goten said nothing in return; he maintained the scowl on his face. “What happened?”
“A lot,” he replied simply. “And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”
The older half-saiyan blinked. “Goten… I’m worried about you. You haven’t left the house in over a week.”
“Has it been a week?”
Gohan rolled his eyes. “What is wrong with you?” Goten attempted to slam the door in Gohan’s face, only for him to hold the door and squeezing himself in. “Aw, come on, Go--”
“I got rejected, all right!?” he shouted. “Can’t I mourn in peace?” The older brother’s lips parted. Goten held the bottle of alcohol to his lips and chugged the contents. “Tell me how to break the bond.”
“You can’t.” The hallway was filled with a long pause. Gohan nearly jumped back from the emotions that leaked in his younger brother’s eyes when he cried helplessly. “I can’t cope with this misery for the rest of my life, knowing I can’t have what I need.” His back touched the wall and he slid himself to the floor. “I can’t… I can’t…”
The brother kneeled towards him. “Look… I understand how the mark can destroy you. It’s killed thousands of our people on Planet Vegeta. It changes your entire outlook on life. It’s not about you anymore. It’s about them.”
Goten sniffled, fighting more emotion that threatened him in his throat. “And just what do you do when you face rejection?” Gohan blinked dumbfoundedly. “I made a mistake, Gohan.”
“No,” Gohan shook his head. “You didn’t. This is out of your control.” He paused, deciding to take a risk. “Who is this woman…?”
The drunken saiyan’s eyelids drooped when his eye contact landed on his older brother.
She tightened the sheet around her naked body before placing her lit cigarette to her lips. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was very much awake. Despite the rough, drunken intimacy that she had endured before with Marcus, the man that she had met while having a drink with Marron at a local tavern, her mind was numb as Goten had consumed her entire thought process. She could not shake the hurt that was in his eyes when she had given him the rejection. She was not sure who she hurt worse; Goten, or herself.
She knew that she could not face him again. This could prove difficult, as her brother had married his niece and bore a child with her; this resulted in their families coming together and uniting for any event that her mother could think of. Bra had recalled that blasted New Year’s Eve Party that had changed her for what felt like permanently. The touch that had melted her had suckered her in. She would be lying to herself if she said she did not enjoy it. It had felt so natural to lie in his arms as he slept. It felt so… perfect.
She looked to the sleeping, drunken man beside her, who had shared the mass amounts of alcohol with her. He unconsciously scratched the stubble on his chin and jaw, smacking his lips as he slept in his liquor-induced slumber. His hair had stuck in every direction, greasy and sandy brown in color. For a brief moment, she reminisced on the feeling that welled inside of her when she observed Goten sleeping beside her a while ago; now that portion was now an empty, gaping hole that only left her aching. What was worse than loving someone you could not have, was when you are strictly forbidden to love someone that fate had already chosen…
Yet all of the factors had hit her at once; Hearing of the chilling tale of Goten’s rage from her brother’s perspective had given her goosebumps. Could the roles of the brawl between the best friends be reversed? Despite Trunks’s new responsibilities and loyalty to his family, he remained protective over his sister. Could there be a chance that he would empathize?
She had to stay away from Goten somehow, at all costs, if for no other reason, to maintain his safety.
Her thoughts had paused when Marcus had rolled over in his slumber; Perhaps Joki’s Tavern was not the appropriate attempt to tackle her feelings. Bra rolled over to face the edge of the bed, as though she was sleeping as well, only to open her purse and pull out a capsulated vehicle. She eased each leg of hers to the carpeted flooring and sat up, staring at the small capsule in her hand. She looked behind herself to view Marcus one more time before she stood to get dressed. She slid her leggings on and then pushed the dress over her head in a quick movement. Casually stepping into her shoes and taking her purse, she quietly walked out of the bedroom.
Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor while she made her way to the door. She grabbed her coat from the rack and suddenly froze in her tracks. “Where’ya going?”
Bra’s hair quickly flipped with her body when she turned around. “I need to get back… I have work to do in the morning,” She lied.
Marcus’s eyelids squinted, observing her every feature. “What work is more important than me?” Bra had taken this as sarcasm, yet he was serious.
“I promised my mother I would help her with her new project,” She replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll be back later.” She turned her back to him to twist the knob to open the door, only for it to be slammed shut again by Marcus’s hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Excuse me?” Bra’s eyebrows lowered. “When I say I’m leaving, I’m leav—“
Suddenly, with a strong hand, Marcus grabbed her throat and slammed her skull against the door. “You answer to me now… Got it?”
“Fuck… You…!” Despite the fear that induced her rapid heart rate, her fight remained. His hold onto her throat had tightened. “Get off of me!” She attempted to scream, only for him to smack her face.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” he whispered with gritted teeth. Bra scoffed, which only made him smack her again. He had tossed her with ease onto the floor as though she was a ragdoll. He dropped his knees to be on her level before he slammed his fists against her flesh, seeming to punch her harder the more she had cried at the sudden pain. When the opportunity was open, she thrust her knee into his groin area as hard as she humanly could. Her eyes widened when the man’s face twisted into pain and he had dropped to his knees. “Correction. You don’t know who you’re fucking with, buddy.” With that, she raised her leg high and smoothly kicked him in the jaw with the heel of her shoe. She turned to place her weight back on her knees and then her feet. Without hesitating, she quickly opened the door again and made a quick escape from his residence. Pushing the button down, she tossed the capsule in front of her and a car had appeared from the puff of smoke. She hopped into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition, slamming the accelerator and driving away from the drunk.
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