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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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Chapter 4
His bones ached; each muscle in his body had seemed to have turned against him. Despite the wishes of his physical self to simply deteriorate into nothingness, Son Goten forced himself from his bed, emitting a long, quiet groan. His drooping eyes fixed on the floor, slightly shaking from the stretches and the pops of his joints when he extended his limbs forward. He then ran his fingers through his jet black hair, attempting to force his thought processes to cooperate with his will… but all that invaded him was her.
That beautiful, breathtaking bitch that ruined him.
Though his heart and his mind agreed to the same terms, the emotions were against a brutal battle from reality and his torturous desire. He wanted to hate her. No, he needed to hate her. In the same breath, he, too, wished to take this lucky bastard that took her at her discretion and tear his limbs off, so that he could never touch her again. Break both of his hands that felt her soft, smooth porcelain skin, and rip the tongue out of his throat that tasted every inch of her like he once did and desperately craved again. He snarled at his agony, ashamed; no matter what she had done to him, she would be forever his. And much to his dismay, he would always be hers.
Always.
He finally stood, feeling the after-effects of his self destructive routine, continuing to curse the inheritance from his ancestry. If he had not gone to that damn New Year’s party at the Capsule Corporation to witness his best friend’s tonsil hockey with his niece, he would not be in this predicament. Or would he? Would it have happened at a later time? What in the hell had even drawn him to her to begin with? He felt he would never know, nor was he sure he wanted to obtain this crucial knowledge.
Her ever-fading scent that remained in his bed all this time drifted underneath his nose when he put his feet forward to walk. Feeling as though his poorly-stitched heart ripped open at her smell, it destroyed him further… yet he wished it would stay. He leaned against the wall momentarily, grunting while rubbing his forehead. The alcohol he consumed on a now-daily basis had numbed him for a short time. He was blessed in that aspect, but each morning was always the same; he was cursed with a miserable, throbbing migraine. He shook his head and stood straight again. He had to keep going. Somehow.
He walked down the narrow hallway, overwhelmed at the memories that plagued him. Damn it, stop! He swore to himself. She wasn’t that special of a woman; after all, he would not classify himself as ugly and could have any other person, women and whores alike, perhaps many at once in his bed in an instant, and he had taken women before. This battle against the mourning that attempted to consume him, though, was different. It was foreign to him… and he was clueless on how to overcome the pain.
Goten opened the door to the outside world and he filled his lungs with the fresh air that welcomed him in a light breeze that lovingly wrapped his exterior. He continued forward on the block path that he installed with his own hands several years ago, walking towards the rarely-traveled road that passed his residence. What had happened next, he was not expecting; he had smelled her familiar scent again. He inhaled the fresh air once again, looking around wildly for the source of this likely-false occurrence. Goten concluded that he was finally losing his mind; he would have to contact his brother to help him travel to the psychiatric ward to seek his inevitable treatment. His eyes fixed on the mailbox that was mere feet from him, finally noticing that the faint scent was only getting stronger the closer he had walked to the mailing structure. He lowered his eyebrows, but quickly proceeded to the small door that separated him from this source. He gripped the handle and opened the mailbox, meeting with a small stack of letters. The smell had filled him and he found himself shaking, as though he was given a drug that he had not greeted since his recovery. He pulled the mail out and had come face to face with the first envelope in the stack; a hot pink envelope, adorned with the words ‘it’s a party!’ beside a painted, polka-dotted bow above his address. He raised his eyebrows, realizing that his address was written perfectly… in Bra’s handwriting.
He immediately tore the side of the envelope open; to his great delight, the scent inside had drastically changed, which temporarily calmed him and assisted his new grip to reality. He pulled out the contents and read with great focus:
Look Who’s Turning Three! Come Celebrate with Me!

Surprise Birthday Celebration for Our Darling Angel, Rin

Saturday, the Fourth of February

at the hour of Three

Rose Garden Patio of the Capsule Corporation
“Rin…” His whisper to himself was strained when his eyes lied on the picture of his niece, which was printed with high quality on the corner of the beautifully decorated invitation. How could have he allowed this beautiful little girl to slip from his mind? For the first time since his encounter with Bra, he smiled from ear to ear, matching the expression of her happiness in the photo. She had truly grown; her overall appearance greatly favored his niece, Pan, and though her eyes were wide and innocent, her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, just like her father. His eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, wondering if Trunks had endured the same agony that nagged at him. He lifted his eyes and fixed his gaze on his house in thought. He could never accumulate the courage to ask that burning question.
He walked towards his house again, weighing the options of the unexpected proposal. Rin loved spending time with her uncle Goten, and he in return. He smirked, recalling the meeting of those big blue eyes through the large, living room window when he landed in front of their residence for his visits. She would open the door for him and offer to take his jacket and ‘hang it up’, but eventually gave up when she could not reach the rack and tossed the oversized fabric in the floor.
After entering his residence again, he walked through the first doorway to his right. Despite his previous feuds with Trunks, he loved this little girl that the couple had blessed their families with. He could not let her down.
Then Bra entered his mind when he turned on the hot water and looked at himself in the mirror. He paused; could he face her again without his discomfort ever coming to light?
Goten swallowed the nausea and apprehension, reaching for his shaving cream and razor.
“No! No, no, no! Place the cotton candy machine next to the pony rides!”
It was not Bulma shouting these orders, for it was she, staring at her daughter in absolute bewilderment. The former heiress of the largest company in West City was relieved that Bra held the capabilities to take control of situations, yet it was clear that her demeanor was odd, and had been for some time. She shot a confused stare towards the father of her children, who was standing in the corner of the over-sized patio, visually expressing the same concern that she felt in his own way.
She heard her daughter groan in frustration and her gaze shot back towards her. Bra had then paused and initiated deep, healing breaths to calm herself down. The mother slowly approached her daughter, close enough to hear her mumble incoherent insults at a low level. “You are too much like your father.”
Bra stifled a laugh. “How so?”
Bulma shared the same expression. “Your short fuse.” Her daughter exposed a perfect, genuine smile before fixing her gaze on a man aggressively focusing on decorating his wooden ice cream stand with pink balloons, all of which were different shades and hues. Bra looked at her wrist-watch and scowled. “Work faster, everyone! The birthday girl is expected to be here in an hour! Get with it!”
Bulma blinked. “We have plenty of vendors that will make sure everything is set up in time.” She paused. “Is something troubling you?”
The daughter’s eyelids were heavy when her gaze fixed on the brick flooring below her feet. “Just stressed about the party... That’s all.”
Bulma remained unconvinced when she focused her attention towards the workers, who were scattering at Bra’s sudden, un-needed commands, yet the vendors revealed determination at bringing the family’s vision of Rin’s party to life. The former heiress folded her arms, watching her daughter pull out her cellular telephone long enough to silence the device and shove it back in the pocket of her denim pants. “I will take it from here. Why don’t you finish getting ready?”
Bra looked to her mother, horrified. “What?”
“It’ll be okay…” Bulma flashed a smile in Bra’s direction. Her daughter fondled with her fingertips for several seconds before subtly sulking away. She looked up before walking through the open sliding doors to meet her father’s hard stare. Bra froze, hesitantly drinking in the possible motives behind Vegeta’s focus. Before she was aware of what was happening, her legs were moving forward in a sprint, running quickly through the open doors. Her chest tightened and her heart pounded in protest against what felt like an invasion. Her body endured a sudden plague of emotions and was unsure of how to rid herself of this disease.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
She bit her lip, feeling as though an impending doom would take her at any moment when she ran up the long set of stairs that led to her bedroom. She choked back the uncontrollable sobs that clawed ruthlessly at her throat, begging in its own way for a release. She opened her bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her, feeling herself breathe heavily. “Get it together,” she had whispered to herself before she finally leaned her body against the door and slid to the plush carpeting underneath her feet, fighting her racing mind against images that she refused to remember.
“You’re amazing…” She had whispered.
The room was dimmed; the only exception was that of a single, lit candle that rested on the bedside. She opened her eyes and had met his intense stare that burned for her. Only her.
Bra had snapped out of the intrusive memory to hear her ringtone fill her ears again. Defeated, she pulled the cellular telephone out of her pocket and observed Marcus’s phone number appear in large print on her screen. “Shut the fuck up!” The tendons on her neck stiffened and she chucked the device on her screen across the room, ruthlessly watching the battery and cover break away from the base and landing on the floor when it hit the leg of her desk.
Eventually, she found herself lying on her floor with her knees drawn tightly to her chest, simply staring into nothingness. Why did she have to invite Goten to Rin’s birthday party? She could have easily avoided writing down his address on the stamped envelope, and she should have. It occurred to her that he would have learned of the event through Gohan, anyway. She knew that she should not be worried; there was no guarantee he would even show up.
She focused on a piece of her feeling that had been tucked away ever since that night. Oh so hesitantly, she allowed the memories of his burning stares to creep inside her mind. Maybe she wanted to see him come celebrate Rin’s special day with them. Maybe she wanted to pull him aside and trip over her own tongue in a shower of apologies. Maybe she was enduring the same pain and anxiety that he felt when she turned him away and ever since then… because she needed him too.
Bra jumped at this realization, noticing that once her thoughts of him invaded every inch of her, she had become calm once again. She wanted Goten. She needed Goten. She was… in love with Goten.

None of this had made sense, and she had to snap out of it, for her own sake.

A/N: This will probably be the only time I will leave a footer note.

It kills me that I had to stop the chapter here because I’m really digging my heels into this plot, but I felt that it was too long. I can’t speak for other writers, but I feel that once the chapters get too long, I just start losing focus and I start rambling. Haha. Gotta love ADHD.

The next chapter will be very intense and is going to take a quite an unexpected turn, so brace yourself for some drama in every direction. I will have the next chapter up as soon as I humanly can! Thank you all so much for reading and your kind reviews!
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