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Disclaimer: I don�t
own �em, nope not at all. They�re not
mine. DBZ/DBGT, WB toons, and any possible song I might decide to add to spice
things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever mine. Right now The Offspring�s �I Want You Bad�
is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it�s not mine�damn.

Author�s notes: The
majority of this story will be told from Bra�s point of view and as always,
I�ll end up referring to events that have happened in my other fics here oh and
I�m gonna try something a little different.
Italics, for the most part will refer to the above-mentioned song�s
lyrics. Also, Bra is nineteen, so I guess that puts Goten at thirty-three (I
think). Enjoy!

BAD

Chapter 1�Want

By: Ember Maxximus

The humid air made the heat of the scorching sun all the
more intense this late Saturday afternoon.
The sun blazed high above in the cloudless sky and if I had not known
any better, I would of sworn that the distant star was focusing all its potent
energy on me, in a tenacious death grip to cook the living shit out of me or at
least give me a killer sunburn. But on
this day, I did not mind at all. The
home for infinite losers could freeze over in a catastrophic ice storm and
mountains could crumble into the seven seas and I wouldn�t give a single
solitary fuck. Just so long as this
moment continued to exist. This moment
of pain mingled with pleasure was just about all a woman could wish for, well
at least this woman, and as fate mocked me with his closeness and his
unreciprocated affections I took the opportunity to sink my teeth into the
salty warm sweat covered flesh of the arm of my gorgeous sparring partner whom
just so happened to have me in the mother of all headlocks.

Obviously surprised by my dirty little move, he suddenly
released his vice grip hold allowing me to spin around and deliver a roundhouse
kick to his midsection, sending the object of my affection, plummeting in a
trail of golden energy, into a jagged rock formation a hundred yards below. I winced at the rather loud boom his Adonis
like body made as he was impacted into the stone, contemplating whether or not
I should let him taste my Gallic Gun and finish him but this was positively too
much fun so I thought perhaps I�ll allow this to draw out a bit longer.

Licking my lips, I relished the taste of his Ki infused
blood on my lips. He tasted like candy
and I craved more. The seconds passed
into a minute and I began to grow impatient waiting for him to emerge from his
temporary prison. Kami, perhaps I
should just let him have the old Gallic Gun if he persists on staying idle like
a bump on a log. I crossed my arms over
my chest, drumming my fingers against my forearm; a bad habit I inherited from
my parents. One minute. I�ll allow him sixty more seconds rec recuperate from my tiny little love tap before I Ki blast him to the center of
the planet.

So, I waited. The
seconds ticked by slower than my grandmother�s driving on a Sunday afternoon
and I continued to wait, allowing him the promised minute to show himself once
and for all. I was eternally grateful
as a soft breeze touched my bare shoulders and then I felt I light tapping on
my arm. Tapping on my arm? I spun around with lightning speed but to no
avail I was utterly unprepared for his attack.
Like an NFL football player, Son Goten, fazed into sights, charging me
like some rabid rhinoceros and tackling me backwards into the hard earth
below. I powered up to Super Saiyan and
stomped on my airbrakes, but it was simply too late. Damn, my pride, I should have expected more from a Son.

My air forcefully expelled itself from my lungs and I felt
my vertebrate crack as we violently impacted the ground below. Ouch.
I inhaled deeply, trying to recollect my lost breath. Unfortunate for me the air was accompanied
with mouthfuls of settling dirt and rock from our crash. Blinking the stars from my eyes I tried to
regain my ground, but it wasn�t happening.
He was straddled across my chest and he had pinned my hands above my
head. Kami, for the life of me I
couldn�t move, but on second thought I rather enjoyed lying on the ground with
him above me. I felt warm butterflies
announce their presence in the pit of my belly and for one moment I imagined what
it would be like to feel this Golden Warrior sheath his sword into the warm
flesh of my hungry sex.

�So, you like to be on top?� I asked, wrapping my long legs around his torso and trying to
wriggle free of his unbreakable grip.
As I presumed, my comment shocked him.
A warm blush began to rise on his cheeks staining them crimson and for
some reason I found the blush along with the blonde Super Saiyan tresses and
matte teal eyes just plain irresistibly cute like the way Elmyra Duff from The
WB�s Tiny Toon Adventure cartoon gushes over wittle bitty animals. Yes, I wanted to love him and hug him and
kiss him and touch him and tie him up�all in that order.

For one instant too, I believed he felt the same way. He eased his face ever so close to mine and
I felt the heat of his breath touch my lips.
His masculine scent invaded and overpowered my senses and I tightened my
legs around his midsection and closed my eyes awaiting his touch. He didn�t kiss me, instead I felt his breath
travel over my jaw line and stop at my ear, inhaling deeply, he whispered,
�Biting isn�t nice B-chan.�

I kept my eyes closed, enjoying his closeness, �I fight to
win by any means necessary, Goten. I
thought you knew that.�

To my utmost surprise he answered, �So do I.� I couldn�t
help but laugh, a Son fighting dirty�whatever.
�You find this funny?� He asked, a bemused expression on his. Was he actually being serious? Just the same I nodded my head and chuckled
as I continued to attempt to free myself.

�I understand then,� he replied seriously, the underlying
tone of his voice causing my body to involuntarily shiver. �I�ll show you just how dirty I can
play.� My heart raced and I could feel
my blood pounding in my ears as I hoped against all hope that he�d show me
exactly how dirty he could be.
And he did. Touching my belly
his fingers traced upwards stopping at my sensitive side and he proceeded to
tickle me for all I was worth.

I screamed as he assaulted my sides. I was practically paralyzed and unable to
move as he tickled away my exposed skin and I couldn�t believe it when he blew
a zurbert* my belly. My Kami, I haven�t
been zurberted since I was two and now as I reminiscence that fact, I believe
he was the one whom had done it last as well.
I continued in my frenzied screaming and laughing as I thrashed about
trying to escape his torturous ministrations.
Thank my lucky stars that Pappa isn�t here to witness this, then I�d
surely never hear the end of this.
Somehow through the fog of my persecution I could faintly hear my name
being called out, �Bra, all you have to do is say the magic word and I�ll
stop.�

If he continued his ministrations I would indubitably wet my
pants. Lovely. �Never!� I managed to gasp through this
heinously unfair tickle torture.

�Do you give, say uncle!� he sweetly demanded of me, but I
would not yield, never. If I could just
get him to spar with me for real then perhaps I could knock some sense into
him. But, in the mean time I inwardly
smirked at my own creativity to thwart his devious fingers.

�Pappa what are doing here?� I asked the empty space behind him. That did it. Goten
expression was priceless as he leapt off me faster than I new he could possibly
move. I really wish I had brought a
camera. He looked back and forth
searching for my father, whom wasn�t even here. Stepping up behind him I lightly tapped his shoulder as he had
done to me only minutes before. As soon
as he turned around I decked him as hard as I could square in the jaw. The scene before me seemed to unravel in
slow motion as his head snapped back followed by his body as the momentum of my
punch sent him gracelessly sailing through the air, slamming him into the same
exact spot that I sent him to earlier this afternoon with my kick. I went to him slowly, right now I was
winning this little match and I couldn�t afford to let him surprise me with
another tickle attack. But, it was
evident as I approached him that he was out cold.

�Hey old man,� I softly spoke, nudging his slumped form with
my hand. He remained motionless so
against better judgment I sat in his lap straddling him as he had done to me
earlier. I cringed with remorse as I
noticed the bite wound and the darkening bruise forming on his chin and for
reasons unbeknownst to me I kissed his arm and his chin. I was guiltily trying to kiss it better, I
suppose. �If you could only read my
mind, you would know that things between us aren�t right,� I spoke under my
breath to him. Then I noticed his bottom lip, I didn�t recall splitting it open,
but nonetheless I bent to kiss that better as well. Mmm, he smells so good and tastes even better. Why, I was kissing an incapacitated man was
beyond me, because if the shoe had been on the other foot, well it would�ve
been on the other foot, and I don�t think I would�ve taking too kindly to my
unconscious treatment. But for some
reason I couldn�t help myself. I
suckled his lip one last time, cleaning it of dirt and blood when out of the
blue he began to kiss me back.

He kissed me hesitantly at first, slowly tasting my tongue
with his own. His strong arms came
around my waist pulling me closer to his bare chest as my hands traveled to
encircle themselves in his ebony locks. Wow! It was so much nicer to have a
participating partner. Where did that thought
come from, I pondered? Then as quickly
as it had begun, it stopped. He pushed
me off him and in a matter of a second we were both on our feet.

�What gives?!� I asked, not intending to sound as angry as I
did.

�What gives?� he repeated, Kami, I hate when he does that;
repeating my question or answering a question with another question. �Why were
you kissing me?� he asked startled.

�I was just kissing your cut better.� Did I just say
that? He must think I�m the biggest
dork. �No one told you to kiss me back
Son Goten. Why were you kissing me
back?� I countered. I didn�t do anything wrong, right?

�You are my best friend�s sister. I can�t just kiss you.� He argued back. Kami, he looked so hot when he was
angry. Fine. He can�t just kiss me. He
didn�t say he didn�t want to kiss me; just that he couldn�t because Trunks is
my brother and his best friend. I�ll
just kiss him then. And I did. It felt right, natural, Saiyan. I belonged with a Saiyan man. Let my brother be damned if he or anyone
else couldn�t accept my choices and decisions in life. I melted into him and he returned these
emotions, lifting me, cupping my derriere and it felt so right. Then the little bastard did it again. He pushed me away from him, taking three
steps away from me as if I were poison.
�I�m sorry Bra, but I can�t don this.�

Now I was getting angry.
This was a simple decision; black and white, why he wanted to make it
more complicated was beyond me. �Goten,
you know what your problem is,� I began, �your one vice, is you�re too nice.� There I said it.

�I can�t do this Bra, I�m sorry.� Then he blasted into the sky, leaving me.

Men. Why do they
have to be so difficult? I rubbed my
temples, though it did no good. I felt
the beginnings of a headache fast approaching.
By the Kai�s, by Kami, and with every ounce of my being�I wanted him
bad.

TOO BE CONTINUED�

Zurbert � that annoying little blowing on ones belly,
usually a child or infant, to make them laugh.
Also, sounds like a fart.
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