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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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Bulma’s questioning towards Gohan had warped into a torturous silence that had numbed her sense of hearing; All of the loud, mindless chatter surrounding the small grouping had slowly followed. She knew that her own body was turning against her, for her throat felt the rising anxiety’s intense strangulation. The butterflies in her stomach feasted away at the lining of her stomach, while her heart continued threats of pumping aggressively outside of her chest; her eyes could not leave the handsome man in front of her, as though her vision had frozen. There was no way to avoid him. Nowhere to run or hide. So much of this emotion had overwhelmed her, as for the first time, she had finally felt the pain that she had put Goten through… and she never wanted him to endure such distress again. Goten’s intense stare had gripped onto her and she was sure she was suffocating; shriveling up into nonexistence like her pride and her happiness had done so long ago.
She had quickly closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to break away from his stare, silently groveling and begging for this meeting to end, yet she felt the intensity of his gaze as though knives were attacking every inch of her; stabbing, cutting, killing what little bit of herself she had left.
“How are you?”
Her eyes shot up in astonishment that Goten had spoke to her in such a sincere tone. “I’m… great, thank you… how are you?”
“I’m okay,” Goten’s smile melted her soul, even though she knew that he was lying. “Great party.”
She chuckled nervously. “All of the credit goes to my mother.”
“Rin will enjoy it.”
“I’m sure,” she nodded awkwardly, before looking to find that Gohan and Bulma were nowhere to be found; her panic returned in one crushing wave. “Where’d they go?”
With his thumb, he pointed to the plotting pair that was standing several feet away from them. His eyes had fixed on her once again, due to her drooping eyelids and her slow, heavy breathing. “Are you feeling okay?”
She shook her head, feeling there was no use in lying. “I think I’m going to faint.” He immediately took her in a hold by placing his arm around her waist and slowly escorted her to a nearby picnic table. A family of four, who was finishing their snack of ice cream and cotton candy and conversing amongst themselves, immediately stood and cleared the seating for her when they observed Bra’s ill expression; she had vaguely heard one of the children asking their parents if she was sick, but paid no mind to their response. Goten eased her in a sitting position and he crouched to his knees in front of her. “Would you like some punch? Maybe some sugar will...” She shook her head quickly. He looked to the ground.
“What in the hell...I can’t...?” Her eyes squeezed shut when she flexed her fingers in an attempt to ease the tingling. He rested his hands on hers and leaned closer. “You’re hyperventilating. Slow your breathing.” She opened her eyes and looked at her hands, which she noticed was gripped tightly with his. Her vision shifted to the man in front of her, whose smile was so genuine and soothing; his presence alone had an immediate calming effect. She noticed that his complexion had become more radiant, as though he was glowing, when she found the pounding of her heart had slowed and the tingling had gradually subsided. “I…”
“It makes no sense to me, either, Bra…” He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off of her. “But you are beautiful, so--”
“Please don’t say that,” she shook her head again.
“I’m not allowed complimenting one of the hosts to my niece’s party?” He lowered an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh.
“She’s my niece too,” she choked out a light laugh, but then turned serious. “Goten, I can’t do this. I don’t know what--” The strangling in her throat had returned. “I just…” When her breathing hastened, he put his hands on her shoulders. “Bra… please relax.” She attempted to obey his order. His hands slid down her shoulders and to her arms; the fabric on her torso had slipped, only to accidentally expose a large bruise on her chest. “How in the hell did you get that?”
Bra immediately corrected her wardrobe before shifting his attention. “I need to freshen up. I’ll be okay. Thank you for the concern, Goten.” She stood and walked around him. He slowly stood and had watched her disappear into the crowd, knowing he could not leave her alone. He scowled, discovering how stubborn that she was from the truth; she had marked him in return. He knew this was the case, for if it was not his daily consumption of alcohol to numb his pain, he would be falling apart before her, just like she did in front of him.
Determined, he walked through the crowd, not bothering to excuse himself when he had bumped into various people. Bra needed to be saved, and no matter what she would do to him or for him in return, he would always be there to pick up the pieces. Whether she liked his persistence or not, his universe only revolved around this arrogant, young woman of royal blood from their ancestry line. No man, no saiyan, no existing source would ever take her away from him.
When the sliding glass doors opened for him to pass, he inhaled the surrounding air deeply in an attempt to trace her scent; it had led him east. He passed the approaching crowd, including Trunks, Pan and his niece. His best friend attempted to greet him, but he was out of sight before Trunks had even lifted his hand in a wave. “Goten?”
“What’s eating him?” Pan asked, blinking towards her uncle.
Goten bolted around the sharp corner of the residence, continuing to follow this gradually stronger scent with such determination. His senses were uneasy; he was unsure where he would wind up, but he did not care about her location. He would find her.
“What are you even doing here!?”
He stopped dead in his tracks when Bra’s voice boomed through the halls.
“You’re ditching me for your loser family! Again! I’m sick of this shit!” The man’s voice infuriated him.
“They’re not losers, asshole! Give me some space!”
He jumped into the air, levitating to fly quicker to her destination. When he rounded another corner that led to the front door, he suddenly stopped, observing Marcus shove Bra against the wall. She had fallen to the ground after the impact, causing her long, beautiful hair to spill around her delicate body. He gripped onto her silver sweater, exposing her hysterically crying face. The sweater had ripped from his hold when she attempted to break away from him and run to safety. “Get the fuck off of me!”
Marcus had punched her jaw line with such force, she landed face down on the hard floor. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, despite her wails and cries, and pulled her into a stand. “You fucking slut.” His deep voice was like gravel and emphasized each word by slamming her against the wall repeatedly. “You’re mine. Got it!?”
“Stop it!” She cried. “Marcus, stop! You’re high!” He had grabbed two handfuls of her lush, blue locks and struggled to pull her through the front door towards his car.
Goten froze at the horrific sight, while her pleas echoed through his mind; he welcomed this new anger that had risen inside of him and allowed it to consume every fiber of his existence. The sight was worse than any rejection Bra could have ever thrown at him. A new war had rose within him and he was ready to go to battle. He flew in their direction and burst through the door; large pieces of wood, and glass shards that had accented the lining of the frame had shattered all around him. The impact had sliced his torso and upper limbs, but he refused to let the superficial cuts stop him. When Marcus was in his line of sight, he charged towards the bastard, whose eyes were widened in terror. With such grace, he had clenched his strong fist around Marcus’s throat and slammed him onto the concrete pathway in one quick move. Bra was tossed to the side from the brutal impact. She had opened her eyes to view the assault and done nothing else but scream.
The half saiyan was blinded by this rage. He raised and slammed his fist against Marcus’s body as quickly and harshly as his body could allow, not caring which part of the man’s body he had hit; his only goal was to ensure the suffering that Marcus richly deserved. Bra found herself and threw her weight forward, clawing against Goten’s back in an attempt to pull him off of his new victim. “Goten!” She had shouted. “Goten! Stop! GET OFF OF HIM!”
He suddenly obeyed when he had heard her and just as quickly jumped to his feet as he did attack him. “Do you really expect me to do nothing—“
“This is my figh--!”
He purposely cut her off. “No. No! There is no way I’m allowing you to ….” He was gradually cut off when he heard Marcus’s quiet grunts when he slowly placed his weight to his hands and knees, wiping the heavy stream of blood that seeped from his nose onto his dirty leather jacket. He picked himself up and turned to face Goten. “That’s quite a punch you got there, young man. You would make a good member of my gang...” He paused, snarling. Goten froze; the man’s face was pouring in sweat and new blood and his complexion was flushed into a deep shade of red. His cold eyes were dilated and unfocused, as though he was ready to kill. “...Watch your back, buddy.”
“Marcus, stop!” Bra shouted.
“Oh, is this your new boyfriend?” He cockily smiled.
“Fuck you!” Goten fought a cringe when he heard Bra’s menacing growl. “You knew why this day was so important to me! Get off of this property before I call security!”
Marcus blinked, slowly backing away. “Wh--”
“GO!” She pointed towards the road.
Marcus’s physical attitude suddenly changed into a look of pain when he continued to shift his feet behind him, merely staring at her for the last time. Bra folded her arms; her determined scowl had radiated from her being and it had shrunk his pride when his body stopped abruptly, due to his car interrupting his path. “If that’s what you want.” He paused, staring. “H-Have fun. I’ll call you later.” His walk was smooth around his car, though he did not take his eyes off of her once. Marcus entered his vehicle and slammed his foot against the gas pedal, speeding away from the young woman’s sight.
Bra began to take long, deep breaths before releasing the uncontrollable emotions. Goten had done nothing but place a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her cries had slowly escalated into wails that she had contained ever since the first moment that Marcus had placed a harmful hand on her. The strong man behind her swiftly spun her body around and allowed her to suffocate her cries against his bloodied dress shirt. He wrapped his arms around her with a deep affection, never wishing to let her go again. He paused, allowing himself to rest his chin against her hairline. “I’ll fix your door…” He whispered. “Come on, let’s get you back inside.”
Despite the delicious aroma that had been created with his own hands in the kitchen, Goten’s appetite was lost.
He had finished placing the two, high stacks of pancakes on the serving plate, yet left the freshly scrambled eggs and perfectly cooked bacon in their appropriate pans on the stove. Instead, he simply sat at the table with his chin resting in the palms of his hands, staring out of the window, trying to make sense of the confusion that had cluttered his thoughts. He knew that he was burning alive in many ways, and that there was nothing he could do to ease his suffering. Though he washed the bloodied clothes several times over the week after his justified assault, her strong, hypnotizing scent remained. It was torture; a torture worse than the emptiness of his arms that made the center of him ache in such an insurmountable need. His soul was heavy in worry, wondering if Bra was okay.
He knew he needed to eat, but his body was blind to the hunger. In an attempt to see her again, he had called Bulma several times, groveling over the broken door, silently hoping that his legitimate excuse was enough to visit with Bra without raising suspicion. He braced himself for the anger that he knew the former heiress possessed; instead, her mother was rather thoughtful of the ordeal. She had spoken her sincere appreciation in his offer to assist in the rebuilding of the damage that he was responsible for, but she expressed that there was no need. Bulma, in return, had questioned him just as heavily for answers on what had taken place, but he had told her that it was not his place to discuss, and that she should allow Bra to come to her for the trouble.
Goten released a long, heavy sigh before standing up and walking to his living room, observing the small white box that held his newer escape. Pausing, he gently picked up a small, rolled piece of paper that held delicate contents and placed the very tip between his lips. He pulled the lighter out of his pocket and lit the opposite end, proceeding to deeply inhale the contents. He held the intoxicating smoke into his lungs for several seconds before exhaling, feeling the smoke ease his mind. “I need a jumpstart,” he had mumbled to himself. Goten puffed on the substance again and the apprehension continued to cease. He breathed in relief, thankful that his mind had slowed down.
But it quickly sped up again, due to Bra’s scent drifting underneath his nose.
A fresh scent.
He jumped to his feet and scanned his surroundings in dire confusion. He held the handmade joint to his lips again and inhaled as he followed the fragrance down the hallway in the cozy abode, noting that this fragrance was much more potent than the smell that lingered on his party clothes. He slowly walked to the front door and froze; this trail had ended there. “I’m finally losing it.”
He opened the wooden barrier and found Bra, holding her fist in the air as though she was about to knock. She, too, froze in her tracks when Goten had discovered her standing on his doorstep.
What beauty. Am I dreaming? Despite the two layers of clothing, due to the chill weather, the vision of her had hypnotized him, and he would take every pleasure of removing each article from her to expose that beautiful, exquisite body that he loved every single inch of. Not a single hair on her head was out of place, and it was delicately styled to silhouette her thick, turquoise scarf, just as her locks did when she would hover her face over his to capture his lips with hers. Those beautiful, large eyes were squarely on him, just as they were when the two first joined together. Despite her feared expression, she was so beautiful.
Her face had sunk in an attempt to break his gaze. The previous ache of his burning desire had returned in one harsh wave. He had stared at her for one long moment and fought the unbearable urge of swooping her into his arms and taking her to his bed and taste every single inch of her. “Bra! Hey! What are you… What a surprise!” He closed his eyes and shot them open again, attempting to appear as sober as possible.
She stroked each tip of her fingers. “I was just… in this neighborhood and…”
“Hundreds of miles away?” He raised an eyebrow.
The strong odor of the marijuana drifted underneath her nose; she took advantage of this opportunity to spare the awkwardness. “What’s that smell?”
“Oh!” Goten looked at the small, makeshift cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “This? Just, uh, getting the edge off. No big deal.” He paused. “D’ you want to… come in?”
Bra sighed in relief. “Yes. I’ve had a long drive.”
He nodded, smiling, allowing her to pass him in the doorway and thank him. “I hope you don’t mind… uhh,” He held up the joint. “This stuff. Hey! If you’re hungry, I just made breakfast. Help yourself.”
“No, thank you. I actually came here to talk to you.” She made her way to the sitting room and sat on the beige couch. He held the joint to his lips and blinked, gawking at her. “Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” she released a shaky breath, realizing that the rest of her had been trembling. Breathless, he eased his weight onto the couch beside her. “What’s going on?”
“I need to show you this.” She pulled out a small newspaper clipping from her purse and handed it to him. Confused, he slowly flipped it open and read the headline: Grisly Discovery Made During Drug Bust. After comprehending the information, he remained confused. “Bra… I don’t--?”
“It’s Marcus,” she faded. “He’s dead.”
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