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::Chapter 6::

Bra's Problem

"Is it hot to anybody else in here?" Bra suddenly complained
rather loudly and annoyingly, fanning at herself with a dark look.
She was sitting in the dining-room eating breakfast with her family, two
weeks after Trunks's little "freak-out," as she'd termed it. Now
everything had pretty much gone back to normal, or as normal as anything COULD
be at Capsule Corporation with five tailed Saiyans living together under one
roof. Not surprisingly, the elder Briefs had suspended their vacation
indefinitely.
Though long after their initial mating, Trunks and Pan were still deep into
their "joining period," the Saiyan equivalent to a honey-moon of
sorts. Gohan had VERY grudgingly agreed to allow Pan to stay over at Capsule
Corporation for the duration until it was "safe to separate them."
Bra would have been ecstatic about having her bestest friend stay over
indefinitely, if it hadn't been for the fact that the Quasi-Saiyan was now
interested in doing nothing else but playing tongue-hockey with her jerk-o big
brother.
That had seriously wounded her sensitive feelings, but she doubted very
seriously that Pan had even noticed. It was like they both had blinders on or
something, barely coming out Trunks's room at all. And she didn't even want to
THINK about what they did in there all day long, it was just too gross to
cotemplate.
Bra, as well as everyone else, were simply forced to deal with and get over
the fact that Trunks and Pan were now officially and permanently a couple.
Gohan certainly wasn't happy about it, and Videl wasn't so crazy about the idea
either, though Pan's mother tended to be a little more accepting of things than
her over-protective father was. As long as Pan was happy, which she very much
seemed to be, then Videl could learn to deal with it.
Bra herself cast a black look now to where they sat across from her at the
table. Pan was sitting in Trunks's lap, currently allowing the lavender-haired
teen feed her a piece of something off the table. Bra made a face at the public
foreplay, rolling her eyes and gagging slightly for effect. It was all just too
WEIRD . . . .
"The temperature feels fine to me," Kale suddenly murmured at her
side, forking in a mouthful of pancakes. She turned to pin him with a chilly
stare.
"Did I ASK you for your STUPID and MEANINGLESS opinion? No I did
not." He blinked, slightly confused look on his face.
"But you asked---,"
"It was a rhetorical question you dork!" she snapped. "Reply
NOT necessary!"
Though Bra had finished with her menses several days ago, she was still
suffering from an amazingly short temper. It seemed all of them where. With
each passing day they became more restless, more edgy, more violent.
The Saiyan princess sighed heavily and then whirled at the sound of a horn
honking. "That must be Sean!" she squealed, leaping to her feet and
then grabbing her backpack. Vegeta, who was half-way about to stuff a whole
slice of ham into his mouth, froze with the fork inches away. His glower
deepened dangerously.
"Sean? Who in the hell is Sean?"
"Oh stop it Daddy, he's just giving me a ride to school!" she
quipped, then bent and placed a kiss to his raw-boned cheek. "See ya
later, Daddy. Bye Mom! Bye-Bye Disgusting Lovebirds, Bye Dorkbreath."
And with that she spun on her heel and left out of the kitchen, unawares and
uncaring to the stunned looks she left in her wake.
Before she could make it outside Bra was stopped and forcefully turned
around. She blinked up innocently at the scowling visage of her father,
inwardly blanching.
"When the Blue Moon rises a female commonly goes into heat," he
hedged. "Such a scent is magnified and will be felt even by humans."
Bra made a face.
"Dad . . . me and mom already had this talk. I already know all about
the birds and the bees, so don't worry." He gave her a look, expression
bland.
"You know what I mean, Brat. Be careful."
Chalking up her father's strange warning as Vegeta being paranoid like
usual, Bra blew off his words with a shrug.
"Yeah sure, Daddy. I will. Bye now!" She gave him one last quick
hug, then darted out the door before he could call her back.
She met up with Sean outside; a dark-haired, green-eyed, VERY hot senior
standing next to his shining green sports car.
"Hey Bra," he murmured with a grin, looking her up and down.
"You look nice today."
"Really?" she questioned sweetly, glancing down at herself.
She wore one of her favorite outfits; a short, crimped school-uniform style
skirt in a dark burgundy color that fell down just above mid thigh, a matching
tube-top wrap that only managed to cover her breasts and just so, hidden
slightly by a white, see-through, gauzy button-up long-sleeved shirt worn over
it, left undone. Bra also had a pair of white thigh-socks encasing her long
legs and a pair of burgundy high-heeled shoes on her feet.
"Yeah," he breathed in answer, then seemed to blink and shake
himself. He reached over and opened the door for her, and Bra gave him a flirty
smile for his trouble, then sighed as the tall teen hurried back over to the
driver's side and hopped in himself.
The ride from Capsule Corporation was spent in companionable conversation
that Bra only cast half an ear to, her mind on other things. She had to sit up
and take notice, however, as they approached a familiar light post and she saw
a familiar figure standing beneath it.
"Pull over," she suddenly ordered, and Sean blinked, confused.
"What? Why?"
"I said to pull over," she repeated with a slight frown, pointing
to where Goten stood on the sidewalk a short distance away. "I know him. I
just wanna talk to him for a minute."
Sean looked skeptical but did as she asked. Goten was staring up at the sky
as they came closer, a slightly pained look on his face. He glanced at his
watch, then heaved a sigh and turned, as if he were about to begin to walk
away. Bra called out to him as Sean pulled to a stop however, halting him.
Goten blinked, surprised.
"Bra," he murmured, eyebrows raised. "Hey."
"Hey Goten," she replied in kind, leaning half out of the window
of the car she was in. She glanced up in the direction that Goten had been
staring and then turned back with a loud sigh. "Lemme guess, Trunks stood
you up again, huh?" His expression tightened, but only faintly. He
shrugged, glancing away.
"Yeah, but whatever. It's no big deal." His tough words didn't
fool her.
"It IS a big deal," she protested with a scowl. "This is
what, the third time this week? Just because he's getting laid on a regular
basis doesn't mean he can stiff his best friend like this. He's a jerk."
Goten smirked slightly at that, turning back to her, dark eyes warmed. He
shrugged again.
"Yeah, well. You're just about the only one that thinks so."
Bra smirked, then turned slightly when Sean sighed rather loudly.
"We're gonna be late Bra," he announced loudly and pointedly, shooting
Goten a very sneering and insulting look. Goten himself stiffened again at
that, then cleared his throat, blushing slightly with uncomfortable
embarrassment.
"Y-you better get going, Bra. You don't wanna be late for school."
Bra gazed for a moment at Sean, scowling, then suddenly shoved the door open
and got out.
"No, you know what Goten? I think I'll walk with you the rest of the
way." She slammed the door shut again.
"But Bra!" Sean tried to protest.
"Get lost, Sean," Bra snarled. "And I MIGHT call you
later."
With a confused look, Sean finally took off down the road, leaving Bra and
Goten standing alone on the sidewalk. The aqua-haired princess released a heavy
sigh, then hitched up her bag more securely on her shoulder and started to walk
in the direction of Orange Star High School.
"I tell you," she suddenly began to rant angrily, "I guess
you just never know about some people, huh? The nerve of that creep, trying to
look down his nose at you like that! He has no right!"
Goten merely smirked.
"Other than the fact that he's about ten times more popular and twenty
times better looking than me?"
Bra snorted at that however, shaking her head.
"Let me let you in on a little secret, Goten, his popularity at school
doesn't amount to a hill of beans in the real world, and neither does mine. It
only matters at school." She paused slightly, then admitted in a rush,
"and besides you are like . . . way cuter than he is anyhow." She
quickly continued before a wide-eyed Goten could respond. "But that stuff
shouldn't even matter! You're a really good person and if he's too much of a
dick-face to notice it then screw him."
They walked in silence for a few minutes, both slightly unsure as to what
they should say to fill the gap. Unfortunately, the shoes that Bra had chosen
for the day weren't exactly designed for long treks. After only a minute or two
she started to limp, after another five she couldn't go on.
"I'm sorry Goten, but my feet are KILLING me!" she whimpered,
motioning to the tiny white appendages.
"Can't you just take your shoes off? We're almost there."
She shook her head, however, the throbbing in her soles near to unbearable
now, her bright blue eyes tearing. Goten glanced at his watch, blanching, then
turned back to her. He fidgeted for a moment, then suddenly reached out and
snatched her up off the ground. Before Bra even knew what was happening she'd
been swept up and into his arms, with one wrapped firmly around her back and
the other supporting her weight in the crook of her knees. She released a
startled squeak, her arms slipping reflexively around Goten's thick neck and
squeezing slightly with shock.
"Goten!" she gasped, stunned. He was blushing heavily but his
expression was set into a determined scowl.
"S-sorry Bra. I just thought this might be quicker. We're almost late
and if I'm late for school again my mom's gonna eat me for breakfast!"
Bra hushed at that and made no other protest. She silently marveled,
however, at how easily he held her, as if she were a mere feather. Then again .
. . he WAS a super Saiyan. She probably DID weigh about the equivalent of a
feather to him.
Goten did his best to concentrate on his destination and not the smirking
looks he was getting from passer-bys or the feel of the tempting little fluff
in his arms. Bra was all luscious curves, soft and warm, her pliable contour
bracing his harder frame like a welcoming damnation into hell itself. And she
smelled so GOOD. He couldn't ever remember catching a scent so pleasant before
in his life, so poignant and strong. So . . . erotic.
Goten blinked, forcefully clearing his fire-teased brain with a stern shake.
This was BRA he was thinking about, BRA BRIEFS. She was the baby sister of his
best friend and practically a sister to him as well, definitely not a girl he
was going to start rutting after. He firmly ignored her feminine lure with an
iron will that would have impressed even her temperamental father, closing the
short distance between them and the school as quickly as was utterly possible.
Goten set Bra down while they were still a little ways away, so no one would
see him carrying her. He knew full-well how precious Bra's reputation at school
was to her despite the things she'd said earlier, and he didn't want to blemish
it with ugly rumors concerning him.
Once at the doorway the two split apart, though both remaining quiet and
subdued for the rest of the day, thoughts troubled.

~~*~~

"You can't tell me it isn't hot in here to you," Bra snapped,
continuing to fan herself, casting a look at Bulma who shrugged, pouring over
blue prints of Kale's Saiyan space pod trying to figure out where the
malfunction was.
"No, not really," was her absent answer.
Bra glared, then waved more frantically at her slightly sweat-misted flesh.
"I am about to BURN UP!" she cried miserably.
Across the living room, Kale and Vegeta watched silently. The younger Saiyan
turned to the older, eyebrows raised.
"You know she's going into heat, don't you?" he questioned and
Vegeta nodded. Kale hesitated, then, "She's only reached her seventeenth
year," he began slowly. "She's too young yet to feel the Moon . . .
isn't she?"
"Apparently not," Vegeta snapped, highly annoyed. "Humans
seem to mature at a much younger age, around 12 or 13 or so. We will have to
assume that the half-breeds will be affected by the Erosa-Kalieltana as well as
the rest of us."
"So . . . what do we do about it then?" Vegeta sneered, turning
away and heading back toward the AGTC, Kale on his heels.
"There isn't anything we CAN do about it," Vegeta snapped, though
every fiber in his being wanted to scream out otherwise.
"Well if you want I could . . . " he trailed off at the smoldering
look the Prince suddenly shot him, and gulped. "N-nevermind. Bad
idea."
"And don't you ever forget that," Vegeta snarled. "She's OFF
LIMITS, Kale. I don't care HOW much her Scent and the call of the Blue Moon
begs you to hike her skirt! If I find out you so much as PEEKED beneath it I'll
rip your tail out by the roots! Am I understood?!"
Kale nodded hastily, then loosened slightly with a thankful sigh when the
dark Saiyan Prince turned his fiery glare else where. He silently wished well
to whatever poor bastard had the misfortune of catching the Saiyan Princess's
eye once the Blue Moon had risen.
Meanwhile Bra was unbearably hot AND about to go stir-crazy to boot.
"Well honey, why don't you go swim in the pool for a while," Bulma
finally suggested, sounding a bit short of temper herself. Bra paused, face
alighting with happiness and hope, then she slumped again.
"But swimming in the pool isn't any fun unless someone's swimming with
you. You're too busy with rebuilding Dorkbreath's ship, just for the sheer fun
of it mind," she added with a dirty look. "Daddy and Dorkbreath are
too busy training. Pan and Trunks are too busy testing how far they can stick
their tongues down each other's throats."
"Bra," Bulma warned with a stern frown and her daughter glared
back.
"Well it's true!" Bulma just shook her head.
"One day, if you ever truly Mate with someone, then you'll understand dear,"
was all Bulma would reply, a twinkle in her own eyes as if she relived memories
of her own past. "When you do, all of a sudden that sort of thing becomes
VERY important." Bra just scowled.
"How in the heck am I supposed to BOND with a someone when Daddy kills
them all before the second date?!"
At that Bulma merely shrugged, a strange and crafty light in her expression
as she turned back to the blue-prints before her.
"I guess you'll just have to find a man who can survive your father's
temper." Bra blinked, slightly confused. Before she could try and find the
hidden meaning in that statement, however, her mother straightened again.
"Hey, why don't you invite Goten over? I think he's been feeling a little
neglected since Trunks bonded with Pan."
Bra grinned.
"Yeah! He has, you know, Trunks had the nerve to stand him up again
this morning! Can you believe that!" She didn't notice Bulma's smirk as
she got to her feet and headed toward the phone. "I think I'll just give
him a call right now and ask him."
Bra snatched the cordless phone up out of it's cradle and dialed the phone
number that was nearly as ingrained into her consciousness as her own was. It
rang twice, then picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" It was Chi-Chi.
"Hi Chi-Chi, this is Bra!" There was a chuckle.
"Yes, dear, I think I would recognize your voice by now. What?! What
are you! Just . . . .Aargh! Hold on for a second, Bra honey, I'll be right
back." There was some background noise of the phone being set down, then,
"GOKU!!! Get out of those rose bushes RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!"
Bra winced, pulling the phone away from her ear.
"Hello? Are you still there Bra?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry. D-dropped the phone," she fibbed. There was
another chuckle. "Um, I was just wondering if I could talk to Goten for a
minute?"
"Sure thing, hon, I'll go get him." More background noise.
"GOTEN! ANSWER THE PHONE!!!"
Bra shook her head slightly, trying to stop the ringing in her ears. More
noise, then a deep,
"Hello?" For some reason Bra felt her whole body shiver at the
sound.
"Uh h-hi Goten. It's me, Bra." There was a pause.
"Oh . . . um, h-hey Bra. Whatcha need?"
"Well . . . " Bra hesitated, then let it all out in a fumbling
rush. "I was really bored and I wanted to go take a swim but the thing is
swimming isn't any fun unless you have someone swimming with you and everybody
else here is really busy doing other stuff and I knew you were probably bored
too so I was just kinda wondering if maybe you'd want to come over and keep me
company a little." Bra recovered her breath, then, "please."
There was another long pause then, "O-ok I guess. If you really want me
over."
"Great!" she squealed, jumping up a little in sheer joy.
"I'll be in the pool! Hurry over, and bring something to swim in."
Bra hung up with a grin. "He's coming over!" she announced to no one
in particular, then hurried out of the room to go change into one of her
bathing suits. Bulma just sighed and shook her head, then turned back to her
work.
Goten arrived at Capsule Corporation twenty minutes later. Bulma directed
him to the indoor swimming pool. Apparently Bra was feeling extremely
over-heated, one of the reasons why she wanted to take a swim, and didn't want
to deal with sunlight on top of everything else.
He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, with his swimming trunks on
underneath, and uneasily loped his way toward the Briefs' enormous indoor pool
room.
Goten made his way into the large room, the doors swinging shut behind him,
and approached the side of the pool, unsure of what to expect. Movement under
the water drew his gaze, and he realized that Bra was swimming underneath and
heading in his direction. All he could see was the blurry outline of white
skin, aqua green hair and tail, and then a faint hint of red and black. He
remained silent and motionless as Bra suddenly surfaced near-by.
She took in a big gulp of air, wiping the water and hair out of her eyes,
then turned to him and grinned.
"Hey Goten! That was quick." He shrugged, smiling slightly, hands
stuffed in his pockets.
"You said to hurry, so I did." Her smile softened a little at
that.
"Well I'm glad," she was saying as she approached the stairs and
slowly ascended out of the water, her long tail swinging slightly to relieve
itself of the offending moisture. And with each step Goten lost one more shred
of his intelligence and composure.
He should have known that any bathing suit Bra Briefs owned would be
revealing, but DENDE! It was a one piece, but only just barely, the only thing
connecting the top to the bottom being a few red and black strings that
crisscrossed her slender frame. The rest of it, (if he could even term a 'rest'
of it) might as well have been a string bikini, half black and half red and
dotted with what looked like sparkling beads. She shook her long sea green hair
out as he watched, the wet tips slapping slightly against her thighs as she
walked. And if that wasn't bad enough, her Scent was stronger now . . . damn
near intoxicating.
Goten sucked in a full lung-full of breath and shivered, gulping down his
hormones and praying to Dende for mercy. This just wasn't FAIR.
Bra wrung some of the water out of her hair, then slung the wet mass over
her shoulder and turned back to Goten with a sigh. He had the strangest look on
his face, staring at her. There was a slight vein of fear in his expression,
but overlapped with an almost . . . hungry undertone. It made her want to
tremble. She bit her lip and decided to ignore it, then spread her arms.
"So d'you like my suit?"
He choked, then coughed, and managed to nod.
"Oh, uh, yeah," he belted out, voice cracking a little as he
doubled over. "I-it's nice."
Bra sighed, hands on her hips.
"So you forgot to bring something to swim in?" At that he
straightened and shook his head.
"Um, no. I-I'm wearing them. U-under my clothes." Bra grinned
again.
"Good. Well get undressed and I'm going to go diving."
Bra hurried away from him and to the far side of the pool, where the diving
boards were. She stalled at the smaller one, turning back to watch Goten,
unnoticed. For some reason, she couldn't help herself.
Goten fidgeted for a moment, then sighed and reached up behind his head,
yanking the light blue T-shirt he wore up and over, revealing those
mouth-watering muscles. He tossed his shirt to the side, then his dark-haired
head bent, reaching for the button and zipper of his jeans. To Bra it seemed to
happen in ultra slow-motion, him undoing the fastenings of his pants and slowly
pushing them down off his narrow hips, revealing the dark orange swimming trunks
he wore underneath it. And his tail . . . the long, dark brown, fuzzy appendage
gently swayed back and forth behind his legs, grabbing her attention with a
nearly mesmerizing force.
Bra had to swallow several times, her hands beginning to tremble a little
and, most embarrassing, the place between her thighs grew warm and tingly as
well. And just from WATCHING him. This of coarse caused her cheeks to flood
with warm color. Shaken, the young Princess leapt onto the diving board and
then vaulted off, mentally sighing as the cool water enveloped her and eased
somewhat the raging inner-heat that had seemed to overtake her whole body.
She resurfaced after the need for air became too intense, and found that
Goten was already in the water. He lay on his back with his arms crossed and
tucked beneath his head, utilizing his ki a little to let himself float along
the surface like a raft, his tail acting as a propeller, twirling in the water,
gently pushing and steering him around. Bra had to chuckle at that. She hesitated,
then approached closer.
"Does it feel weird to you? That Pan and Trunks are . . . you know.
Together now?"
Goten had turned his head to look at her when she spoke and shrugged now.
"I dunno. A little, I guess. But if they're happy, I can live with
it." Bra scowled, dunking her head back to rake the hair from her face,
straightening again with a loud sigh.
"Well I could live with it a whole lot better if they didn't pretend
that the rest of us don't exist anymore." Goten just smiled.
"Mom says that'll get better once they finish bonding, or whatever. She
says I'd understand when I bonded."
"Heh, that's what MY mom said to." Bra then cleared her throat and
did her best Bulma impression, wagging her finger. "One day, if you ever
truly Mate with someone, then you'll understand dear." Then she loosened
with a disgusted growl. "I HATE it when they treat me like a little
kid."
"Well what if that's because you ARE a little kid?" Goten shot
back with a mischievous smirk. She scowled, mouth dropping open with stunned
rage, then she grinned evilly.
"This coming from the same guy that still lets his mommy dress him for
school each morning?"
"Ooh, you're asking for it," Goten growled playfully, lifting up
and getting back to his feet.
"Asking for what? Your mom isn't here to fight your battles for you
Gote---AAAH!"
Bra's speech ended in a loud screech as Goten lunged for her, using his
frame and one of his longer arms to clothes-line her under water. She barely
managed not to swallow any water, and squirmed desperately to get loose. She
surfaced again shortly after with a loud gasp and Goten laughed near-by at her
expense. Bra scraped her hair out of her face, then fixed him with a dark
scowl.
"That's it buddy. You're toast!"
The two neglected Saiyan teens commenced to converging into a full out water
war. They wrestled back and forth, threw water in each others' faces and
basically had a righteously fun time. And it happened so fast neither of them
even realized it.
One minute Goten was pinning Bra down to the side of the pool, preparing to
tickle her ribs mercilessly with the female in question screeching her head off
and promising death by the hands of her irate father if he didn't let her go.
And then, in the very next, Goten was suddenly flattening her completely up
against the smooth concrete with the weight of his taller, heavier frame and
kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
Bra could only moan, half out of her mind she later believed, finding
nothing strange, wrong or even out of the ordinary with the passionate position
she now found herself in. Instead she buried her fingers in his short black
mane and kissed him back, just as fervidly and eager as he seemed to be, if not
more so. And all she could think about was that she suddenly understood now why
Pan and Trunks found this tongue-hockey thing so appealing.
Her temperature had sky-rocketed now, nearly at a fever-pitch as Goten
continued to kiss her into oblivion. He had slipped one hand behind her,
sliding down her narrow back to her rear, pausing there slightly to gently
knead at her flesh before continuing on down her thigh to her knee. There he
hooked his hand into the crook and lifted it up, forcing her thigh to hug one
of his hips and bringing them suddenly into very intimate contact, despite the
clothes they wore.
But it wasn't enough. Bra thought she was going to die. She whimpered
Goten's name, her head tilting back slightly as he trailed hot, open-mouthed
kisses down the front of her throat. She clung desperately to him as he started
to rock his hips, trying to get even closer so he could ease this ache she
suddenly felt so poignantly.
Goten couldn't think, her Scent swirling thick and strong in his brain and
muddling his senses to only feel. Feel and act. He knew she wanted him, and
desperately, the sheer potency of her fragrance told him that tale well enough.
And in this knowledge Goten was helpless but to give her what she wanted,
driven and carried away by the instinct dwelling deep and dormant in his Saiyan
blood. He kissed down her neck, listening with sheer male satisfaction at her
breathy, whimpering voice as she moaned his name. This was good, her lust. Her
first time would be all that more painful without it---,
Goten suddenly jerked back and wrenched himself away with a loud gasp. He
stared, eyes the size of saucers, at Bra. She stared back at him, face just as
blank with her own shock.
"Oh my GOD!" he cried, then shot out of the water, visably
shaking.
He grabbed mindlessly for a towel, trying to clear his head of the haze and
shock that still clouded it. 'What in the hell were you DOING!?! You just
nearly shafted your best-friends' little sister! Screw that, VEGETA'S
DAUGHTER!!!'
"G-goten?"
He tensed as he felt her tiny hand creep around his arm. He gritted his teeth,
trying to remain firm.
"Bra I . . . I am SO sorry," he murmured, voice tight and gruff,
husky with the remnants of the sensations he continued to feel. There was a
slight pause, then,
"I-it's okay, Goten."
"No it's NOT okay!" he shot back furiously, jerking away from her
touch. He put his head in his hands. "My god, you're like my little
SISTER!"
That was the WRONG thing to say.
Bra drew back with a gasp, feeling as if he'd physically struck her. She
stared, eyes wide, then they suddenly flooded with tears. And then her temper
caught the best of her. With a loud and indignant screech Bra hauled back and
slapped him, hard. Hard enough to make his face snap to the left and leave a
bright red imprint in it's wake. She gave him a watery scowl, so mad she could
hardly see straight, then whirled around and stomped away.
Goten stared after her, face pained and at a loss.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 6::

Bra's Problem