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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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She was warm, but she felt alone.
Oh, so alone.
Bra Briefs had opened her eyes to view her personal space in the world; for a millisecond, she had automatically expected Goten to be lying beside her, but her arms were empty and cold. Her body was resting on her large bed with a soft, thick blanket atop her lower limbs and chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to comprehend how she had returned home. Her last recollection of memories was of Goten; his body had given her a strange sense of warmth that she had never felt before, and all that remained was an aching void that she had silently craved to fill once more.
Blinking in great curiosity, she had sat up to observe her bedroom. No sign had alerted her that he had been here except for his lingering scent. Was she even sure that she had seen him to begin with? She had smelled her sweater and confirmed that she did not dream it, for his cologne had wrapped her nose in a warm embrace; it was hypnotizing. Her forehead had tingled in a particular spot, her cheek, and she had rubbed it in confusion. She had only felt this one other time.
This is ridiculous, she had thought. Bra had visited his home to inform him of Marcus’s death. Mission accomplished. Or maybe it wasn’t accomplished, as the gaping hole of emptiness seemed to have drastically grown just at the image of his charming smile. She had then realized that she had been this miserable the entire time, ever since that night that she had given herself to Goten, as she finally admitted that she missed him and that no other man could ever take his place.
Or will.
She tossed the blanket off of her and swung her legs to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, she had stiffened at a surprise discovery; beside her large pillow was a red rose, with the stem of the perfect length to fit in her palm. Its petals, vibrant in beautiful red hues, were delicate, feeling like the softest velvet to her fingertips. The scent had danced to her senses and had grabbed her and sucked her in; her heart had fluttered wings and flitted beneath her chest when she had seen the scribbled note underneath this beautiful flower.
I’m always here.
Bra blinked. Goten? She took a deep breath and had spun the rose’s stem between her fingers, staring at it in amazement. He had actually thought of her enough to ensure that she would be home safe. If his wishes were to woo her, he was off to a great start. No, no, no… she shook her head and rested the flower on the note. She could not do this with him. She had welcomed his friendship with open arms, as her pain was his pain… and vice versa.
His pain was her pain. She had then stared at Marcus’s obituary, recalling her gradual deterioration during their relationship. It was that fateful night at the tavern that she had met him. Marron had invited her out for a couple of drinks; she had not spent time with her old friend in a while, so she had accepted this proposal quickly.
That man who had charmed her into a quick relationship, with such allure and seduction, was now lying in a grave due to his own doing. She did not feel his pain when he had, presumingly, ended his life for the sake of a high. The violent lifestyle had hurt her, yet the heartache was different somehow. It was nagging and clawing at her insides, which resulted in her always looking over her shoulder, as though her own personal light of hope was lurking in the darkest corner. No matter how romantic her relationship with Marcus was, she felt empty. Alone. Dead when she was very much alive.
In an odd sense, she felt that hole was now filled. Goten could not hurt her in the ways that he did, could he?
Her eyes fixed to the door, knowing what she had to do. She stood, leaving the flower and note behind her and walked past the obituary on the bed stand. Not caring to fix her hair or her appearance, she swung the door open and walked down the stairs. She had then found Bulma, sipping on a cup of hot tea while studying the TV, which was airing a conference of some sort.
“Where’s dad?”
Bulma perked up. “He’s training in the basement.” Before her mother could question her tone, Bra was gone, having walked down the long hallway adjacent to the set of stairs.
Bra’s scowl was determined. She did not care how much humiliation that she had to endure; she had to know what was happening to her. The only one that held those answers was her father. Her stomach had cringed at the awkward conversation that was to come, but she had to know. She walked down a spiral staircase and had entered the basement floor, knocking on the first door that was to her right. She closed her eyes, took a healing breath and knocked quietly. When she heard footsteps coming for the door, she froze. How would she bring this up? Oh, hey dad. I think I marked your previous enemy’s son. No big deal... Eww, she had grimaced when she had imagined her intimidating father’s reaction; too straight-forward.
Before she had any more time to prepare, the door had opened to reveal Vegeta, who had a white towel draped from the nape of his neck. “What is it?”
She blinked. “Do you have a minute?”
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled while leaning towards the door frame. “I suppose. If your bank account is low again, talk to your mother.”
“No, I need to talk to you…” She paused. “About the saiyan mark.”
When she did not hear a reaction, she looked to Vegeta and noticed that his features had turned to stone. “Come in.”
She was surprised when he stepped to the side to allow her entrance. She had entered the large gym and he shut the door behind her. She made her way to the small bench and sat down, breathing heavily to brace herself for his unpredictable personality. He had sat beside her, with his expression unchanging. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
He rubbed his palm down his sober face. “The saiyan male’s sense of smell is stronger than that of a saiyan female. It occurs when the male is exposed the heat cycle of a woman for the first time.”
“Heat cycle?” She blinked.
He looked to her. “He craves the specific scent that the woman releases when she enters said cycle. No other can satisfy him, which explains the many deaths of our people on my planet.”
“How so?”
“A female who survived the bearing of a full-blooded child was rare; therefore, the male of a deceased mate would grieve to death. Many died that way, for one cannot survive without the other. It’s eternal.”
“Oh,” she blinked when she stared at the floor.
“Is this about Kakarot’s youngest son?” He had asked casually. She gasped and jumped off of the bench. “Dad, I – No, it’s just, I don’t…”
“I take it you still haven’t swallowed your pride and accepted the inevitable.” He stood and pierced her with his intense gaze. “I knew the moment that you met at that blasted New Year’s party.”
“Please don’t kill him,” she begged. “I don’t think he meant to--”
“The only reason I’m not is because you’ll die as well,” he chuckled darkly while folding his arms.
“What do I do? I don’t want this.”
He placed a hand on her neck, giving her the false sense of concern while he had walked her to the door. “You will do exactly what I told you to.” He opened the door and she walked out, unsatisfied. “And Bra, stop lying; yes, you do.”
“But I—“
He then slammed the wooden door in her face and walked back to his personal gym equipment. “Brats.”
She stared at the door for a long while before she had walked away. She could not end the mark, at least, not without death occurring. She would take the burden of Marcus’s death to her grave, but to walk on this large earth knowing that Goten would die over her, or she over him, was too much turmoil to her emotional state; she could not handle the blood of two deaths on her hands.
Bra had made her way back to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Her father’s words continued to echo in her mind while a deep growl found its way from her chest to her throat. When her eyes had greeted the rose once again, she had picked it up and lightly inhaled the beautiful fragrance. The humiliation that had pitted into her stomach had made her nauseous when she recalled her father’s unobvious knowledge towards the situation. Her mother could easily be blinded from the truth, but nothing had gotten past Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, who had many encounters and much more experience with his people than she ever would; not following his advice would be foolish… and destructive to everyone around them.
She had sat on her bed and stared at the flower, knowing that eventually, she would have to stop fighting against this. Since she was tied to the handsome half saiyan, she figured that she should make the most of it. Bra reached in her pocket and pulled out her cellular telephone, holding it parallel to the flower. Despite other boyfriends that she had in the past, Goten was too easy to approach. Perhaps it was the fact that he was her brother’s best friend. Or that her own mother had so many adventures with his father in previous days.
Or, maybe, just maybe, it was just her pre-determined fate. Regardless, she knew what she had to do.
She pushed in the correct combination of digits into her communication device and lightly pressed the receiver to her ear. She closed her eyes and listened to each ring, which had seemed to each last hours. Time had seemed to have slowed drastically at this wait. What would she say to him? Should she bring this conversation with her father up?
“Hello?”
She choked. “G-Goten?”
“Hey, Bra! How are you?”
“I’m okay. I just wanted to thank you for bringing me home.”
His innocent chuckle had melted her. “Thank you for coming over.”
She bit her lip. “I was wondering… what are you doing this weekend?”
“I’m not do—“
Just as the question had escaped from her lips, the large window beside her balcony door had suddenly shattered into millions of pieces and had littered her plush carpet. She had screamed, but only for a split second, for her body had naturally jumped from her bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. She eased her weight to her knees and cautiously looked above her sleep furniture to meet with a cold breeze that had drifted into her bedroom. She stood and walked around her bed to survey the damage while carefully watching her step, for the shards could easily attack the delicate skin on her feet. “What was that?” She had found the source of this sudden breakage; a large brick that was a deep crimson in color. She had immediately recognized it; it was one of the blocks that belonged to the makeshift fire pit in Marcus’s back yard. “Hello?”
This brick, though, was different. On the fixture was a note neatly taped on it and marked with a heavy permanent marker.
Soon.
Fear immediately pumped through her veins at the new discovery of a car’s power roaring away from her residence. Her limbs had shaken involuntarily, terrified for her safety and that of her family. “Bra? Bra?” Goten’s loud noise had echoed from her phone, yet it had slowly become more distant. “Are you there?”
Bra could not answer; she collapsed against the broken glass, unconscious.
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