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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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The sun had peeked from the distant mountains, threatening to unleash its beautiful rays on the small suburb. Thin clouds of gray and lavender hues had silhouetted the sky, which had created a breathtaking view for the residents of this city, who were preparing for the morning of work, school and responsibilities that were coming for them.
Bra had not slept a single wink in the night after her final feud with Marcus. She could not stop thinking of his attack against her, yet she felt the obligation, the deep need, to apologize to him, despite her lack of recovering much wrongdoing on her behalf. Bra Briefs knew that he was not good company, yet she could not look away. Her pride had forced the wish of initiating peace once again, even if it meant that his presence would increase in toxicity as time would go on.
And therefore, she stood at the edge of the concrete pathway that led to his home. She knew Goten would never approve of her plans, but she could not think of that; her only focus was her apology.
Yet something was stopping her. In his yard was three police cruisers, with the vehicles' beautiful lights emitting an eerie glow into the morning air. She blinked, yet she continued to move forward, despite the makeshift caution taping that had been set up in his snow-embedded yard. The door had stood wide open and she merely approached it, peering inside to observe all of the lights on, with one officer taking pictures of various objects and another gathering drug paraphernalia to place in a small bag. "Marcus?"
The photographer's eyes had shot up in horror. "Miss, this is a crime scene! Do not enter."
"Where's Marcus?"
With the strap's assistance, the older man rested the large camera onto his chest. "Please leave. A girl like you does not need to be involved in a ring."
"But I… What is going on?" She blinked in confusion, but obeyed and backed her body away from the door’s frame.
The officer pursed his lips discreetly as he stepped outside with her. "Can I ask you your name?"
"Bra."
He raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you in relation to Bulma Briefs? What is someone like you doing here?"
"I am," She gritted between her teeth. "I just need to talk to Marcus."
The police officer’s face had sobered into stone at these revelations, knowing how much power this young woman's family had with this town. "There was a drug bust at this residence about three o' clock this morning. Seven people were arrested." Bra ran her fingers through her hair and released an aggravated sigh. "So you’re a friend of the owner of this house?"
She paused in a spontaneous decision to lie. "I am." She nodded. "Thank you." She had then turned to walk away, only for the officer to suddenly put a hand on Bra's shoulder, his tone as sober as his gaze. "Marcus was not arrested, miss Briefs."
She froze. "He wasn't? This is his house, why isn’t--”
"He would be, though, in regular circumstances," He closed his eyes. "There’s no easy way to tell you this, as you seem so determined.”
“What are you talking about?”
He fixed his eyes on the young girl in front of him, knowing that his news would hurt her.

“We…” He held his closed fist to his lips. “We… found his body in the bathtub shortly after the arrests. After the discovery, we immediately began our attempts to revive him." He deeply took in Bra's confused stare. "He was gone long before we arrived.”
She slowly blinked. "... What? No! That's impossible! He--"
“I’m sorry, miss… he’s gone.” The cop attempted to maintain a professional front. "This investigation is still pending to determine the cause of death and if further charges will be filed against the other occupants of the home."
"He can't be!" Tears stung at her eyes. "No! ... I... No...." She slowly collapsed to her knees in hysterical cries, only to fall over into the snow, unable to care that the frozen precipitation had bit at her exposed skin. The man had blinked in surprise at her reaction. "Miss?" He kneeled before her.
She did not hear him, for her wails had disrupted her hearing. The distress of this sudden loss, combined with all of the abuse, arguments, and physical altercations had crashed into her all at once. This time, it was different. She could not reach out to apologize to him. She would never be able to make things right again. Never again would she feel peace, for he died with hatred for her in his heart.
The officer had watched her release all of the anguish she had felt, helpless to assist her. "I'm so sorry you had to find this out the way you did. I will page for another unit to take you home. You can sit in my cruiser until they arrive. Here..." He held out his other hand. "Let me help you."
She slowly sat up, her hair embedded with the frozen snow. "There has to be a mistake!"
He took her into a hug. "I'm sorry.... but there isn't. Marcus has had too many run-ins with the law. We knew exactly who he was." He stood, pulling her weight with his. He escorted her to the cruiser behind him and had opened the door for her. She collapsed inside in more hysterical wails as he shut the door behind her. He stared at her, realizing that his heartbreak could be seen through his eyes, wishing that he could ease her suffering, but knowing that there was nothing he could do in the case of death.
The officer pushed a button his dispatch. “We need an additional unit.”
Goten was petrified stiff, as though his entire being was encased in stone; an equally-eerie silence had filled the small residence, as he could hear a pin dropping from the pine tree in his small neighborhood… miles away. He could not bring himself to speak any words, but only to stare at her, slowly blinking at this news.
Bra had closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to hide her escalating heartbreak. She permitted herself to release some of the sadness that had gripped onto her, yet she wanted to maintain the strong front for Goten’s sake; she did not want him to see the full strength of her pain. She slowly shook her head. “This happened last weekend… I contacted different parlors to find which one was taking care of... him, to get more information about his service... The family had requested a private burial…” She swallowed, in an attempt to suppress the cries that were clawing inside of her throat, with her chin trembling against the battle of her mourning. “Goten… I killed him.”
“No!” He had finally found himself. “Do not begin to blame yourself for something he--.”
“I drove him to that point!” Tears shed down her cheeks. “I had to have! They found him the morning after Rin’s party! I can’t… It’s my fault… I just can’t believe…” Her battle was clearly lost. She gazed at the newspaper clipping in his hands and broke into hysterical wails. “I wanted to leave him, but I didn’t want him to die!” Goten immediately embraced her with one arm, and eventually the other when she was inconsolable.
“None of this is your fault,” he had murmured. “You can’t talk like that.”
“… I really cared--” she strayed from her statement when she noticed a slight trace of hurt in Goten’s eyes. “It’s just… I don’t know how to cope.”
Goten’s leaned in, with his lips just inches from her ear. “At least let me be there for you, then…” His features softened; she had been hypnotized into his deep, sincere gaze. “I mean… you did come all this way to visit with me.” He laughed nervously. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Of course… if that’s what you want.” She watched him inhale the contents of his makeshift cigarette and slowly pull it away from his lips, then witnessing the thick smoke dance elegantly towards the ceiling. She slowly reached for this specimen with the tips of her digits and took the joint from him once it was between his waiting fingers. Not once did they take their eyes off of each other; A welcoming smile curved his lips when he gestured at this casual exchange. “It’s all yours.”
She weakly smiled and took too long of a drag of the ground-up plant, which caused her to cough violently. However, when her body’s sudden rejection of the smoke subsided, she licked her lips at the taste of Goten that faintly lingered, which gave her a whole new high that was like no other. She would be lying to herself if she claimed that she did not miss the passionate brush of his lips against her body. “Mmmmm...” She sat down in her seat and he immediately followed her, resting his arm around the edge of the furniture behind her, watching every movement of hers with his piercing stare. He had to keep control of himself, despite his light buzz, for the sight of her tongue lightly swept against her lips had heightened his brutal yearning for her.
“I’m sorry,” She suddenly confessed, unaware that his stare remained on her lips. “Really… I am.”
Goten suddenly wondered if this union would end badly. “For?”
“For everything I’ve done,” She continued. “While I was in my own hell, I never thought about what…” She looked to him. “or how you were feeling. It was very selfish.”
He blinked, stunned at her sudden apology. “You’re already forgiven, Bra… You know that.” He watched her inhale on the remainder of the joint. Goten gently reached for the substance in her fingertips and held it to his lips, tasting the trace that her lips had left behind. Without warning, he felt the center of him throbbing in his deep desire. Oh, he needed her. His eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to break his concentration on her.
“What?” She exhaled, fighting a light cough.
He snapped back to her, desperate for an excuse. “I can’t let you drive while under the influence.”
“I’m barely feeling anything yet!” She pushed him playfully on the chest as he chuckled.
“Oh, come on,” he smiled while watching her squash the fire out in the ashtray in front of them. “Let’s make the most of it; how about a movie and another one?”

Empty plates of food had littered the coffee table due to their newly developed appetite. The two were laughing hysterically at the romantic drama that they were watching; The woman on the television was running down the street towards a taxi. Bra tried to stand but fell towards the couch due to her loud, uncontrollable giggling. Goten had caught her and chuckled at her ridiculous behavior. “It’s not even that funny!”
His tone had made her laugh further, to the point where she could not hold the homemade cigarette to her lips to take another draw. Goten reached around and wrapped his fingers around her wrist to stabilize her movement. She fought her giggly nature long enough to inhale a little of the content’s smoke. When she exhaled, she stood again and stretched, feeling her exhaustion lingering. Goten’s jaw dropped at the perfect arching of her back when her arms were straight in the air. With impaired judgment, he stood and rested his hands on her side, basking in the softness of her delicate skin. She allowed her body to lean backwards with the knowledge that he would catch her, but she faced the pleasant surprise of her skin brushing with his strong, muscular body. “D’ you want to turn the heat down?” When she heard no response, she turned to face him, only to observe the apparency that he was in pain. “Goten?” She laughed until she had found that his arms remained on her lower curves. “Are you okay?”
His eyes trailed to the beautiful swell of her cleavage, which was barely inches from his chest. The influence that he was under had greatly worsened the tortuous pit of desire that he had suffered for her. The saiyan nature within him had screamed for him to keep a hold of her, but he disobeyed and let her go. “I feel great.”
“Mmmmm…” She sprawled her body on the couch, seeming to ignore his response. “I feel better.”
“Good.” This torment was going to kill him. Her stare was towards the ceiling and eyelids began to droop. “Goten… Mmmm… Thank you….” she had slowly drifted into a sleep. This would be the perfect opportunity for him to take her, but the sane side of him had won. He would not touch her without her permission. He slowly backed away and made his way towards the bedroom.
Goten quietly shut the door behind him, panting as though he was in danger for his life. Without allowing the first protest to enter his mind, he pulled his pants and boxer shorts off with one swift move.
Oh, Kami. He needed her. This indescribable feeling that exhausted him had left him choking. Despite the soothing of his nerves of her presence, his soul still burned for her. He realized that this mark was more than simply sharing her company; he needed to touch her. Caress her. Taste her… and ensure that no other man would touch her in the ways that had sent him into this crazed arousal.
It took every ounce of willpower within himself to leave her undisturbed on his couch in her drug induced sleep; however, he was thankful that he had just enough sanity to him that he would not do something that she would regret, even if it would kill him; if he had his own way, he would rip the designer clothing from her body and gladly force his face between her long, porcelain legs to taste the sweet, unique nectar, only for her to lie in a state of paralysis as the aftermath of the brutal fuck that he would give her once he would drive her to that release.
And if it was so, he would not have the first regret.
He tossed himself onto his large bed and ruthlessly stroked his throbbing center. He gasped to suppress his moan when the previous image of Bra lightly licking her lips had entered his mind. His free hand had gripped tightly onto the sheet underneath him, fighting the cruel battle against his instincts to have a dose of the real drug that he craved. The burn inside of him had raged on and had grown stronger by simply imagining the heat of her mouth over him. Oh, the agony and torture that he had endured for so long. She was physically so close to him; he could easily carry her sleeping body and tie her to his bed, with no possibility of her breaking free, and make her suffer for all that she had put him through.
Goten would enter her, ever so slowly, and join his hips to hers with such a beautiful grace and with the same speed. He would watch her writhe and arch her back underneath him, begging and screaming for the torture to end and for him to unleash his true strength on her. Make her need him as much as he did her all this time. This imagery had hardened him entirely, to the point where it was painful; he threw his head back and choked out another moan, growling quietly from the escalating frustration; the closer he came to his end, the worse the urges of his primal nature had plagued him. “Unh… Dammit,” He allowed his hand to move at a blinding speed, wishing with every thread that had created him that it would be her to drive him into this beautiful madness. So much of this uncomfortable pressure had built inside of him for so long, he could barely control his moans from his one and only need. His jaw dropped and he shuddered, feeling the center of him harshly exploding. He cried out and had bit onto a pillow, desperately attempting to silence the audible portion of his orgasm. The throbs had radiated through him and had only fueled the fire. Despite the sensitivity, he continued to stroke his member in a failed attempt to sooth the whimpers that escaped from him.
If he was lucky enough to ever have her again, Bra Briefs was in for it.
Once he was sure that he felt safe that he would not rape her, he had dressed himself again and made his way towards the living room, where she remained sleeping. His gaze had fixed on her innocent, relaxed face, wondering why he had struggled so hard earlier to control himself. He silently walked towards her, breathless at her beauty. What a vision. He hovered over the couch and snuck between her warm body and the back of the sofa. She had turned around and scooted her body closer to his, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling against his neck. His smile was warm as he brushed her soft, blue locks out of her face. His eyelids, too, had become heavy when he allowed his cheek to rest on her hairline. However, her sleeping state must have disagreed; she shifted her body to face him and lightly brushed her lips on his neck. Bra then rubbed her nose against his strong jawline.
He was too tired to react when he made the beautiful, yet grueling discovery that this moment had felt too right. Her soft, fair skin against his tanned physique. Innocent, vibrant blue locks blending with the deepest, black strands. A perfect combination. Goten wrapped his arm around the beautiful woman and closed his eyes.
“I love you, Bra.”
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