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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

4. Bite
Touching her was the only way he could fulfill the hole deep within his heart. He tried to ignore every touch, every caress, but he was hopeless. He needed her more with every breath, with every instant. He could relate to how she felt; he too might die if he could not have her. He could not explain it. Kissing her killed his mind but it helped his body survived. It was wrong and yet, it was more important than the air he needed to breathe. She was everything, she was all of it.
He tried to keep his hands off of her but his body never listened. Instead, he felt every curve, he touched every imperfection, every curve.
He wanted all of her. Forever.
His eyelids were heavy, difficult to open. His body ached and it was glued to the bed while a haze of fogginess filled his head . His nose however was wide awake. The scent of cooper filled his nostrils, forcing him to inhale deeply and it was so intense he could almost taste it. Blood. That realization forced his eyes open and a sense of panic twisted his guts. He almost expected to find himself on a battle scene and he was ready to take a defensive stance. Instead, he was laying in his bed, far from any danger. However, it did not take him too long to find the source of the blood; it was coming from Bura.
She laid beside him, completely asleep, unaware of the sheer panic that raced through his body. She was bare, the sheet barely covering her indecency, a hint of her breasts showing at the top. The wound was on her neck, right above her collarbone, staring back at him, judging him for his actions. The blood had dried which let him know she most likely did not even realize she had such a wound or she would have wiped it off long ago. Then again, he did not remember most of it and he imagined it was the same thing for her. He was not sure if that was good or bad.
As Goten pinched his lips, he saw that the reason why he could taste her blood was because it was upon his lips. In a hurry, he tried to brush it off but it was dry and almost impossible to get rid of - the taste flooded his mouth. He let his arms dropped to his side as guilt swirled up inside of him. He did it again. He swore he would not do it again, he swore he would not fall that low again. It tore him up inside; he was disgusting. How could he let himself fall prey to … to what exactly? What made him so unable to control himself around her? Her presence was enough to intoxicate him and make him forget how to behave.
Although there was one strange element that stood out to him; his mind was clear. Every time he was near her he felt a surge of desire, his judgement was clouded. Not this time. She was naked in front of him and all he wanted to do was look away, he did not feel the usual sexual desire he experienced in her presence. It had to be a good thing right? It had to presage a good sign for them. Now what was he supposed to do? Part of him wanted to wake her because well god forbid someone found them like this… but…. But once she woke up they would have to deal with all this all over again. Talking did not work. Avoiding each other did not work and… Oh kami. Paris. They were not fully back together but… yeah…this counted as cheating. They were not even full back together and he already cheated on her.
Bad move.
Cheating. Sleeping with his best friend's teenage sister.
Oh yeah, he was going to hell. There was probably a seat reserved for him.
A shuffling coming from the sheets pulled him from his thoughts. He raised his glance and looked at Bura who was slowly awakening.
She tightened the sheet around her chest as she sat up beside him. She avoided eye contact as she stared right at the wall.
All her focus was on keeping a straight face. At the moment there was no rage, no desire, no wounded pride. Instead, she felt uncomfortable. She wanted to be anywhere but beside him. She had to pinch her lips simply to prevent them from wobbling. She could feel his eyes on her and she just wanted him to look somewhere else - anywhere else. She could not even manage to summon her snappy attitude. There was nothing. She was stuck in his bed with no escape and he was staring at her as though she was a wounded puppy and he had to take care of her; it was sickening.
Goten was the one to break the silence. "Hey."
Awkward.
That was what the feeling was; awkwardness.
How could they go from becoming one to feeling like strangers?
She always loved him did she not? Then why did this feel bizarre?
"Hey."
He remembered her begging but he remembered giving in. Last time he felt like a trapped animal who gave into a sin. This time, he could not deny that he was just as much of a willing participant. He even enjoyed it. There was nothing to say to fix this mess. There were no word to express just how sorry he was. Last time, he tried to be the mature adult who got stuck into a situation he did not want. That scenario was long gone and he did not have any words - any lies he could tell himself to make this all better.
"So, hm." How was he supposed to begin this conversation? He did not know last time and he did not know this time either.
"I'll get my clothes," she answered for him as she rose to her feet with the sheet tightly wrapped around her body. He watched her go without saying a word as she disappeared into the living room. Right. They did not even make it to the bedroom before the clothes began flying off. His need for her was like a drug. At least it used to be. Now, he felt cleanse. He wanted to ask her how she felt, how she was doing but he could not form the words. Her reaction was also different from the last time, no snappy comeback, no anger - just hurt.
What if he talked to her, felt her, and it all began again?
Deep inside, his instincts were screaming at him to protect her like he always had. She had always been a little sister to him and now she was hurting… because of him. He could not fix the problem, he could not make it better. He was completely useless. He could not be the one to hurt her and her protector as well. Although, he lost the right to protect her the first time he touched her. He never meant to be the cause of her sadness, he never wanted to be the one who made her shed tears. He was supposed to protect her from those kind of jersk not be one of them. When did he go so wrong?
Meanwhile, Bura could feel her heart speed up as she tried to gather her clothes. She did not even remember where all of them where. Again, the night felt like a blur to her. Though, this time she had clothes to return home - oh and a car. However, explaining all of this was starting to become difficult. She was not one to sleep anywhere but at home. Why would she? Good thing her parents did not ask a lot of questions. Mostly because of her mom could not tell she was not home and her dad… well he obviously knew but he did not ask. He was protective of her but… he was not invasive.
Plus, it was probably because he never thought in a million years that she would sleep with Goten. Her brother often did not come home. He probably thought she was being a teenager. Her dad had been on Earth for a long time now but it was not as though he actually socialized enough with people to keep up to date with all the customs. It was her only saving grace at the moment. At least nobody was in danger of getting their head ripped off. They needed some positive throughout all this mess they kept getting themselves into. Why was it so hard to stay away, to not touch each other?
She eventually found her clothes and quickly slipped them on. The right thing to do would be to go back in the bedroom and talk with Goten, but she could not muster the courage to do that. The first time she was able to play it off but unfortunately for her, she could not find that courage again. She could not put up a facade. When they connected, she felt whole. She loved him before any of this happened and now, that feeling was pulsing through her, racing through her veins like it was a necessity. It was one thing to get her heart broken once but she could not possibly go through it again.
If her dignity was the only thing she could keep so be it.
She was unable to face him and would not make a fool out of herself.
They did not know why this was happening but something was wrong. He took her, he touched her but the next morning she always felt his guilt. He was dying inside at the moment and… it killed her. Yes, she loved him, yes she was prideful and she wanted his love back in return. However, if the cost was this, then she did not want his love. The best thing to do was to walk away. Goten would never dare to bring up the subject, Eventually… eventually things would go back to the way they were. At least… nobody would notice a difference. They would not be the same but they would play the part.
Bura dared to glance at the bedroom one more time before quickly making her escape.
He never even had a chance to stop her.

-M-
Two whole weeks. That was how long she went without seeing him or talking to him. Unlike the last time they slept together, she was fine. There was not an intense desire to see him, she was not craving his touch and her ego was not even bruised. Though that might be because he did not reject her this time. No this time was entirely different... and she was glad. She walked away with her dignity just as she wanted. It was better to run away than to have him step all over her heart again. Yes she always had a crush on him... how could she not? But... but they would not work. So he took her virginity. It did not have to mean anything special.
Maybe she could even forget the whole thing now that it was no longer occupying her mind and obsessing her. Though for that to happen she would need for the damn mark on her neck to disappear. It was healing... though it was starting to look more like a scar instead of fading away. How could her skin mark so easily? It made no sense. She was saiyan, she should have healed in no time. Perhaps it was fate's way of torturing her and reminding her of the mistake she did. She was doing her best to cover it but she would not be able to hide it forever: there was only so much make up and high collars could do.
Bura leaned towards her mirror, her hands resting on the sink. Boy was she glad she had a personal bathroom. She did not need anyone to see what she looked like in the morning. She appeared to be exhausted, as though she spent every night awake, partying. She kept sleeping but it failed to make a difference and the dark circles beneath her eyes refused to fade away. Another thing that plagued her no matter what. Putting on a facade day was not helping. It was not as if she could share what happened with anyone. It was not as though she was close enough to someone to do so.
There was her brother but they did not have that kind of conversations together AND he would kill Goten - and kill was putting it lightly. They would be finding pieces of his body for days. Her parents were out of the questions, well her mom would probably asks a lot of embarrassing questions but her dad would definitively react like her brother - even worst. She did not really have any close friends... and she would never tell Pan or Marron. There were too many risks and Pan would probably end up spilling the beans or getting angry. No, she could not tell a soul her little secret.
Goten.
She used to be able to talk to him. Back when he thought of her as his own little sister. No matter how much they ignored what happened they could never go back to that. She spent many years wishing he would see her as something else than Trunks' little sister and now all she wanted was to go back to that. How ironic.
"Bura, honey?"
Her mother knocking on her door startled her more than it should have. She rushed to the door and cracked it open. "Morning."
"Mor-" Bulma frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah mm I just... I got this idea and spent all night working on it."
Bulma did not like it when she did that but then again she spent her own time doing the same thing ever since she was a teenager. "Did you hear your brother come home then?"
"No."
"He usually comes home, especially when there's a big meeting in the morning."
Boy was she glad her own nightly escapades went unnoticed. So much for saying her parents did not notice that kind of things. Then again, being the head of the company did come with some consequences. "Well maybe he was busy being a man whore."
"Bura..." Bulma said as she glared. "He's not picking up his phone...Maybe he stayed over at Goten's." She sighed. "I don't have time to make such a detour. I need to get ready. Do you think you could go check for me?"
"You want me to go to Goten's house?" She barely managed to hide the surprise in her voice. Yes, it was official; Dende hated her.
Bulma frowned. "Bura, I really need your brother to be there. And Kami knows your father won't go to Goten's house."
Bura pinched her lips: no valid reason not to go. Damn it. Wasn't she supposed to be some kind of genius? How could she not get herself out of this one? "Okay." She would know if her brother was there he moment she would arrive. If he was not she would leave without going in and if he was... a quick two minutes inside and she would be gone - and Goten would not even dare to talk to her in front of her brother. She sighed; sometimes she hated her brother.
"Thank you honey. I'll make it up to you." Which basically meant Bura would be getting a new shiny toy.
Bura hurried to close the door and pressed her back against it. Why could she never stay away from him? Part of her wanted to get all dressed up while the other half knew that simple was he way to go. She hurried up and put her hair in a ponytail before grabbing a simple shirt and a pair of jeans. She was Bura Briefs; if someone knew how to pull of a good poker face it was her. She repeated that in her head a couple of times, until it was believable, before heading outside. She got into the first hover car she found and buckled her seatbelt with a shaky hand. Last time they saw each other, she ran away. This was not a good way to see each other again.
Please Dende, let Trunks be somewhere else.
The journey there appeared to take an eternity. Unfortunately for Bura as soon as she landed near Goten's apartment she sensed her brother. Of fucking course; she could not catch a break. Obviously she was not as conflicted towards Goten as she used to be but - it did not mean she wanted to see him. Things were good and she did not need for unwanted feelings to resurface. Worse; what if something happened while her brother was present? She gathered herself and headed toward the door. She managed a weak knock on the door and then waited. And waited. And waited.
Okay, she could tell they were in there! Were they ignoring her on purpose?
She knocked again but this time harder.
She obtained no response but the force of her knock allowed her to notice that the door was unlocked as it shook beneath her strength. She slowly turned the handle and peeked inside. What she saw was far from a pleasing sight. She found her brother asleep half on the couch, half on the ground like a drunken idiot. Saiyans had a pretty high tolerance when it came to alcohol. That meant her brother had to drink a lot to get in such a stage and that was something he rarely did. Fo a moment, worried pinged through her. She moved toward the couch and gently kicked her brother in the shin. He did not react. Of course.
Bura sighed heavily; he truly intended on making her spend a much time as possible in her.
"Trunks," she hissed as she kicked harder.
It seemed to work. Trunks jolted up and immediately took an offensive stance while his ki flared up. It took him a few seconds to realize that his attacker was his little sister. He frowned. "Bura?"
She rolled her eyes "Mom's waiting for you," she began as she pulled away. "You know…Big important meeting."
"Ah, shit," he said before running his hand down his face. "I forgot."
"That's what happens when you get smash."
"It wasn't the plan," he said with a glare.
He did not know what got into Goten lately but he was not the same. He constantly looked tired and he had that look in his eyes. As soon as they got to the bar he began drinking as though he had no limit and was invincible. Clearly, he was trying to drown some kind of pain and he thought alcohol was the way to do it. He did not even try to pick up girls. He avoided them and ignored them when they came to talk to him. Trunks kept thinking it was because of Paris but now he was starting to wonder if there was something else to it. What would his best friend keep from him?
"What happened?"
Goten dragged himself out of his bedroom, his eyes semi-closed. He was woken up when Trunks' ki flared up.
"It's just my sister," Trunks answered as he picked up his jacket from the ground, his head spinning. Man, when did he ever feel this fucked up before?
Goten appeared startled and stopped in his tracks. The feeling of hungover that previously took hold of his body had now completely vanished. His eyes involuntarily met Bura's and he felt the familiar shame and guilt swirl up inside of him. He could not even act normal, he could not even pretend. Trunks was here, he needed to put on a facade but - but nothing came to him.
"Hey."
It was a good thing she could.
He let his eyes linger on her a moment longer before putting on the best smile he could. "Hey."
"Well, I gotta go. Stupid meeting. See ya later."
Before Goten or Bura could react, Trunks was already flying out of the place. God damn it. He was supposed to ride back with her… or at least wait for her to leave. He was not supposed to leave her alone with Goten again.Why did she predict that she would get royally fucked up over this? Her stomach twisted in knots as she took a step back. At least there was no danger of her jumping him. The thick silence was suffocating and she knew she had to break it. She probably could not get away with running away twice. He would catch her eventually.
"I'm gonna leave too. I was just - my mom asked me to find him." Nervous? Seriously? Bura Briefs was never nervous. She was losing her touch.
"Uh, it's fine." It's fine? That was the best he could say? He did not have a chance to stop her last time, he let her walk away from him. Some days, he thought it was best. What would he say anyway? Nothing would make it better. It was one of the reason he had been drinking a little too much lately. The memories would not leave him alone - they plagued him. That feeling of loneliness was not making it easy on him either.
She forced a smile, spinning on her heels and ready to walk out. She did not expect him to let her go but she was relieved he was.
And he really was going to - that was until he saw the mark on her neck. She still had it? Unconsciously, he took a step forward which startled her. All of her movements stopped and she watched his eyes while he gazed at her.
"You - you still have it."
Bura rapidly clamped a hand over her neck. "Yeah, it's hm, taking a while to heal." The proof of what they had done was with her every day, all the time.
Fuck. Talking about that - it was bringing the subject back up. He could not let her go, he could not let this go. He brought his hand to his neck, rubbing it as awkwardness filled him. How was he supposed to say it? "Listen, B."
"Goten we don't have to talk about it." Please, do not talk about it. Could he not hear the desperation in her voice? How many times was he going to throw back in her face that he was not interested. She got it the first time. Whatever kept him going for her, whatever made him want her as much as she wanted him - it was not real. It was the reality she forced herself to accept. At first, anger clouded her judgement but now she could see clearly. If he did truly want her, he would not be so ashamed the next morning. Something was happening.
Although, none of that made her want to talk about it.
"B…" he pleaded.
This conversation was as awkward for him as it was for her but she was here and…how could they keep on ignoring it? He spent so much time avoiding her brother and now he was getting drunk beyond belief. Someone would notice and he was afraid that he would eventually crack under the pressure and reveal the awful truth. If he did that, he was a dead man. The best way to avoid this horrendous scenario was to deal with the proper at hand now before it ate away at him and consumed him. He would have to convince her that it was the best plan of actions for the both of them.
"It's not going away."
"I'm fine."
She was not. He remembered her voice when she begged, when she told him she would die if he did not touch her. He never heard such desperation coming from her. He took a step forward, the distance between them slowly closing in. He wanted to grab her shoulders, plead with her but he knew that the least physical contact they had, the better.
"You're not fine, I'm not fine."
"We - we weren't herself."
"I thought it was just sex."
Her speech during their first mistake irritated him slightly and he was perhaps unconsciously trying to get back at her a little.
Her eyes narrowed. "What else did you want me to say Goten?" She did not want to be painfully honest but he left her no choice. "I woke up naked in your bed - and I wasn't - " She was not a virgin anymore, but those words were left unsaid.
"So - so you don't know how we ended up that way either."
Defeated, she shook her head. "I just - I have some memories of what happened and the next morning. Not how I got there."
His shoulders slumped, his eyes dull, as he realized a lot of their misunderstanding could have been solved way earlier. If neither of them could remember it was probably because something affected them. Although, they were saiyans, it should take a lot to make them act against their nature, against their own desires. Though, he would be a liar if he said he did not want her as much as she wanted him. Last time, it had not felt like he was acting against his desires, it had felt like he was finally acting up upon them. But, that could also be a side effect to whatever was happening to them.
"Something is happening to us, B. We can fix it."
Fix it. She could tell by his words that all of this was a mess he did not want. She did not want to be in situation either but - but her infatuation with him did not begin that night. It lurked inside of her for a long time now. Now, she was forced to admit that he would never feel the same way she did. Even after everything that happened between them, all he was trying to do was undo what took place. It was a loss cause and she was Bura Briefs - not some lost puppy that ran after someone who did not want her. Her infatuation with him had to end now.
"Can't fix us."
They could fix the mess but not their relationship that was forever changed.
He wanted to comfort her, tell her she was wrong but he could not bring himself to lie. How could he possibly see her the same now that he laid with her, touch her, had her? She would never be his little B-chan again, the little girl that was like a sister to him. That image was shattered forever. However, it did not mean that they could not be friends. They could still enjoy each other's company, spend time together, laugh - it would simply required some time.
"We'll get there again."
Bura could tell what he was trying to do but it would not work. They would fix whatever was going on and then, be almost strangers that had to attend a lot of family events together. She offered him a small, fake smile, knowing there was no point in discussing it or even arguing about it.
Goten felt a ping of sadness travel through him, hitching his breath and his heart painfully pressing in his chest. A wetness formed in his eyes and he clenched his hands by his side. He could not explain why but he had the urge to wrap his arms around Bura. She did not express any sign of sadness and yet - he felt it through his heart, through his very soul. It was almost strong enough to make him actually make contact with her but he refrained himself.
Giving into all of those urges were bad. They learned it the hard way.
"Listen, I should go."
"B- we haven't - we don't even know what's wrong."
"I don't think we're gonna figure it out now." She sighed. "Plus, I mean, if this isn't only happening to us - If it's a saiyan thing… do you wanna go talk to my dad about it?"
His face paled and he immediately shook his head. No, he could not see that conversation ending well. "Yeah, probably not the best idea."
She forced a smile. "That's what I thought."
Bura swallowed hard before finally finding the courage to move her feet. This time, he made no attempt to stop her and he let her grab the handle, open the door and walk out.
Still, as he washed her disappear, he could not feel the crushing feeling in his chest. The sadness was twirling inside of him, twisting his guts. The loneliness, the crippling guilt that had settle inside of him in the past weeks had lifted while he talked to her - he had not thought about it that much. However, now that she had left the vicinity and he found himself all alone again, it crept up on him again. It was heavy, burning his heart, blurring his mind. Would he truly obtain no freedom from this? Was he doom to feel this way until the end? He had not even touched her this time…
Meanwhile, Bura was gripping the wheel of her car, drawing out each breathe she took as though it was the last. That desperate feeling had nestled back into her heart.
It was hopeless.

-M-
Night had fallen upon the sky, the clouds drowning in the sky while dark blues and purples mixed together. The moon was nearly hidden, its light barely able to light the night and the stress. A hint of white upon the clouds was the only testament to its presence. All over Japan, people were sleeping, some were working while others - they were stuck into another sleepless night, their eyes begging for rest while their minds refused to listen.
Bura sighed in aggravation while she tossed in her bed yet again. Her body slipped against the silky pink sheets but no matter what she did, she could not fall asleep. Most nights, she struggled but tonight was worst than most. It did not help that the mark - that had still not faded - was itching like crazy, forcing her to constantly smack a hand over it. She was able to scratch until she bled. She tilted her head back, her blue locks spilling over her white pillow. Could she not catch a break? Every day, it was something new. No matter what, her life always turned in a spiral of hell.
Her body was coated in a layer of sweat but she was cold. She wrapped herself in her blanket as tightly as possible, but it did not chase away the shivers. She licked her dry lips, feeling herself getting on the brink of insanity. How could it be so hard? Why did her life take such a turn? She did not need this. On some days, she no longer recognized herself. She was missing her usual drive, her attitude, her genius. Everything was difficult to accomplish. Most days, she only tied up her long locks into a ponytail, not even taking the time to apply makeup. It was a good thing she did all her work from her home.
She inhaled deeply, hoping it might clear her mind but it did not work.
She decided she was feeling constraint from everything that surrounded her; perhaps a bit of fresh air was what she needed. She gave up and tossed her orange blanket off of her body, nearly throwing in on the floor. She put on her pink slippers and headed outside. Unfortunately for her, she barely had time to open her door that she was met with an obstacle - her father. Her blue eyes widened and she took a step back, her cheeks flushing as though she had been caught doing something she should not.
Vegeta was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a frown on his feature.
She was never nervous around her dad. If there was one person who had him wrapped around her little finger, it was her. Yet, this time, it was like he could see right through her soul and she was not sure it was a good thing.
And then she remembered. Her mark was not hidden.
Was that the reason why he was staring at her like that?
No, he could not possibly know what it meant.
And yet, he took a step forward.
She froze, not moving, while he approached her. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and tilted her head to the left. Oh yes, it was definitively the mark that caught his interest. She held her breath while she saw his expression shift, many emotions passing through his dark charcoal eyes. He had to know there was only one person who could have given it to her and yet… he had not gone on a killing spree yet.
His eyes lifted to meet hers. "Where did you get this?"
Lie. Lie. It was the only thing her brain was screaming at her but she was not sure he was going to believe her. "I- it was an accident."
Rage flashed through his eyes. "Kakarot's brat?"
No. No. She was not going to get him killed. Although, she had to admit she was intrigued as to why he knew so much about this. She wanted answers but she wanted to avoid a bloodshed. "Dad -"
"Is it from him?" he asked, this time his tone letting her know he was not messing around.
"Yes."
And now he could not even kill the fucking idiot - at least now without it coming with a great cost. "Follow me."
She blinked once and then twice. "W-what?" From all the reactions she expected her father to have, this was not one of them. Her body remained frozen in place as she tried to process what was happening. She knew her father had calmed down over the years but his distaste for the Sons had not really gone away. Although everyone was pretty sure that it was just for show now.
"Come or I will re-consider killing him."
He did not have to tell her twice.
She broke the daze and ran to catch up to her dad. She began walking beside in him, the both of them completely silent. She did not know why but she had a bad feeling about this. Her dad was never this mysterious and quiet with her - or this cold. She could see the pained expression in his eyes and it worried her.
Still, things could not be any worst than they already were.
What else could happen?

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