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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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What in the hell had she done?
She slid her dress over her head in front of the full-length mirror, hissing at the pain that was inflicted on her purposely-frail body. Once she had witnessed the extent of her injuries in her reflection, she slowly backed away, sucking in several breaths at the induced flaws; this attack had happened one full day ago, she had estimated, and her once-beautiful, ivory skin was now plastered with shades of black and purple splotches. She observed the area of her throat carefully and found the scant prints of his hands and fingers that Marcus had left behind. She looked into her own eyes and, for a very brief moment, saw the scared little girl she once was.
Fear was not allowed in her home… at least as far as she was concerned.
No. She and Marcus were through; there was no excuse for what he had done to her. Frustrated, she stripped her underclothes off and stomped into her walk-in closet, in disbelief that she allowed herself to be so vulnerable. Goten had lured her into his bed with his “witchy” saiyan whatever-it-was and had taken advantage of her, and she allowed an older man, who would share the physical label of a ‘biker’ without the motorcycle, to toss her and beat her relentlessly, both within a week of each other. Her father was Vegeta, the prince of all of her ancestors that had assisted in the purging and termination of many planets, and lives, in their universe, and her mother was the retired brain of the Capsule Corporation who had not taken any bullshit with her clients or sponsors. This combination of her blood should have made her unstoppable. Lethal.
If she was so unstoppable, why did she allow her to be exposed to a physical altercation in the hands of another man?
Both of her parents would be so embarrassed to have such a weakling for an offspring.
No more, she had told herself. Never again.
She yanked an oversized, turtleneck sweater from a rack along with another pair of leggings, immediately regretting the harsh movement. After she lied her choice of clothing on the bed, she pulled on a new brassiere and matching underwear, determined to hide her former moments of weakness forever, as she naturally sucked in breaths through the pain of the [what felt like] brutal movements she was making. She smirked in satisfaction when she had placed the large sweater over her body, which perfectly hid every temporary imperfection she had. As she stepped into her leggings, she heard a powerful, authoritative voice from the other side of her door. “Daughter!” The alerting was followed with a couple of swift knocks.
“J-Just a minute!” She jumped, but straightened out her sweater and confirmed at all wounds were hidden before she opened the door. “Hi, dad.” She had not noticed that her greeting was flat and lacked emotion.
“Bulma wants you downstairs,” Vegeta lowered his eyebrows, studying every feature of hers.
“What for?” Bra had noticed this and attempted to shift his attention.
“Something in regards to the grandchild’s party,” he was unaffected.
“Oh,” her voice fell. “I forgot all about that.” She had ran her fingers through her hair only to meet with tangles, suddenly discovering that she had not groomed her mane since the night before. When she looked to her father, she found that she was under heavy scrutiny. Her hands began to shake in nervousness; though she knew that she could wrap her father around her pinky any time she had wanted, he remained intimidating to her, as he had possessed the ability to sense things that she was unaware existed. Her beautiful niece was a perfect example of his gift. Attempting to break away from his heavy scanning, she nodded and began to walk down the stairs.
“Just a moment.”
Bra immediately turned around, appearing as though she was a deer who met the bright headlights of an oncoming car. Her father’s features softened and a smirk was revealed on his lips. “Swallow your pride.”
Bra stared at him for a long moment. “What?” His eyes darkened, yet when he said nothing, his daughter scoffed, fighting a smile. “You’re weird, dad.” She turned back around and walked down the long set of stairs. When she was out of his sight, he rolled his eyes and folded his arms. Oh, here we go again.
Goten’s energy was slowly deteriorating day by day, and Vegeta was aware. He knew that his daughter was the cause of his misery... and that Bra was more like her father than she would ever know; she would not give in to her predetermined fate without a long, drawn out war within herself. He, too, fought this battle that had raged inside of him for so many years with her mother. And he lost. And so will she. Eventually.
He smirked, recalling the numerous trips and missions into space with Bulma’s ships for his training. He could never admit to his daughter that every nerve, muscle and bone had struggled with great intensity to destroy his involuntary marking; all it took was one night of passion and loneliness with the former CEO of Capsule Corporation and he was a changed man for eternity. Despite the decades-long, stubborn transition to call the planet Earth his home, he cautiously allowed the mark to swallow him whole, destroying his pride and surely shaming his ancestors; they would be humiliated if they lived to know that the Prince of planet Vegeta had marked a human. A human. However, he could not help it more than they could, as his people were witnesses of the same curse, and even Prince Vegeta was no exception.
“Oh, Good, Bra! You’re here!”
Her blue eyes shot up when she heard her mother’s sincere greeting. She pushed a smile to appear on her face to hide her physical pain and to silence the groaning that had slowly brewed inside of her throat when she sat across from Bulma at the large, dining room table. “What are you doing?”
Bulma giggled. “I need you to help put these invitations together.” She handed a typed print-out of invitees to Bra, which was complete with addresses and the etiquette to write. Without scanning the list in too much detail, she took the first sealed envelope and wrote down information of a person she was not familiar of. She lowered her eyebrows to her mother, who added, “It’s for Rin’s surprise birthday party! My beautiful granddaughter deserves the best celebration a little girl could ever ask for!” Eyes widened, she continued to elegantly write each name and address as the envelopes would become available.
This activity with her mother helped her enter a peaceful state; Bulma’s giggles towards the pink, polka dots and the tied, black ribbon that had held the folded material together had lifted her broken spirit. Perhaps she should aim to be an optimist like her mother. She was sure that she had the fiery spirit inside of her to protect herself from this point forward; it simply needed to be awakened.
Her gaze lifted to watch her father give her a long stare before exiting through the front door. She allowed her forehead to wrinkle in confusion and to focus her attention back to the next address to write down. Her puzzled expression remained when she blinked at the words that, too, stared at her. “G-…Goten?”
“Something wrong, dear?” Bulma lifted her gaze curiously.
“No!” She shouted a little too quickly and jotted his address down on a hot pink envelope. “I just had to find my place again.” She felt her fingers tingle when she stared at her writings. Her mother shrugged, continuing to neatly place her handmade notices in envelopes. When Bra knew it was safe, she slowly looked up towards her cheerful parent. “Mom…?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you and dad get together?”
Bulma flashed a smile, reminiscing on the incoming memories that shifted her thoughts. “Your father was something else back in the day. Such a proud man who never let anyone in.” The older woman folded her arms and leaned against the table. “I initially met him on Planet Namek, and after Frieza was beaten and we were wished back to earth, I let him stay here for a while.” Bulma’s eyebrows lowered. “He would not slow down for anything, but we eventually had become… friends,” she giggled and Bra blushed. “Things were tough after your brother was born; All he cared about was training and becoming stronger than Goku, so he disappeared for a while to train... After the Cell games, though, his demeanor changed, but it took him a while to adapt to a romantic relationship,” She leaned closer to her daughter. “He still has trouble to this day.” She could not hold back a laugh, but Bra could only stare at her in worry.
“Pan and Trunks had a weird beginning as well…” The daughter’s tone was low when she fixed her stare on Goten’s address.
Bulma finished laughing. “I never went into much detail with Vegeta, but he declared that Trunks had left some sort of a ‘thing’ on Pan. He says it’s a part of their traditional mating ritual.”
Bra dropped the pen between her fingertips. “What?”
“I don’t know,” Bulma shrugged. “He’s told me all kinds of things about his home planet that I will never understand.”
The younger counterpart stared at the front door, desperately pleading herself to ask her father many questions that had suddenly burned in her mind, as though she was being branded; she knew she would never be able to. Frustrated further, she focused her attention on finishing the large stack of filled envelopes that had accumulated during her small discussion with her mother. The more she had thought about Goten, the angrier at herself she had become. How long could she suppress her need for this knowledge? Not very damn long, she concluded, biting the end of her pen. But who, in the very small number of saiyans in existence, could she trust for more information? A light gasp escaped from her lips when the perfect person had entered her mind. To ensure that he would be the correct choice, she had mentally checked all other potential sources. She needed to talk to Gohan.
“I need to go. I’ll be back later. I’m sorry.” She slammed the pen down and stood, sucking in her silent cries to the pain that continued to plague her body. “Bra? Wha—“ She did not stick around to hear her mother’s protests; she had already grabbed her purse and walked out the front door.
The ice-cold air that she had breathed in had numbed her and her injuries. She closed her eyes, breathing in the dry atmosphere that surrounded her. Her grip tightened around the strap of her purse, barely hanging on to what sanity she had had left. She welcomed the piercing temperature to hit every inch of her body. It was soothing. Oh, so soothing… better than any therapeutic heat could do. It was as though she was born to brave this weather.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a capsule; after pressing the large button atop the device, she tossed it out onto her sidewalk and a black sports car appeared from the lime green smoke. She closed her eyes again, asking herself if she was ready to face this demon that had been eating her alive.
Her answer was yes.
She placed one foot in front of each other, slowly moving to the vehicle, feeling the accumulating nervousness at the pit of her stomach. Before she had entered her vehicle, she heard a loud whistle, which immediately alerted her. She stiffly twisted her body to the direction opposite of her to maintain as little ache as possible. She had met with a pair of cold, blue eyes from a distance, whose source was standing across the street… with a large bouquet of beautiful, red roses resting in his aged hands.
Marcus’s demeanor was sober yet observant. His body was covered with a long, leather jacket, zipped and buttoned to join the two seams together. Once sleek and greasy, his appearance was vibrant and radiant from the sun that had attempted to warm him from the thick clouds that had overcast in a large blanket. Bra immediately snarled at his existence. “What do you want?”
“I want to apologize,” his voice cracked, slowly walking across the street.
“Fuck off, Marcus. Get off of our property.”
“I was in the wrong… there was no excuse for my behavior,” he attempted to defend himself. “You’re an incredible person, Bra.” He scoffed, fighting a smile. “I should have known not to try Beam again.”
“We’re through,” she placed a hand on her car’s door handle.
“Listen…” He ran his fingers through his hair.
“No!” She shouted.
“I love you.” He simply said. “I swear to every God above us that I will help put this behind us.” Bra blinked. “Please… just give me another chance.” She folded her arms, facing him again. “I’ve had so much time to think… I realize that I can’t live without someone like you in my life.” He took her hand and placed the bouquet underneath her fingertips. “You are the most amazing person I have ever lied my eyes on in my thirty five-years of life.” She felt her chin tremble from his intense stare. “Please…”
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