Eternity
(A Dragonball Z Fanfiction)
Rated: M
Reasons: Suggestive Dialogue, Violence, Abuse, Language.
Pairing: Bra/Goten, Trunks/Pan (minor characters)
(A Dragonball Z Fanfiction)
Rated: M
Reasons: Suggestive Dialogue, Violence, Abuse, Language.
Pairing: Bra/Goten, Trunks/Pan (minor characters)
Summary: The mark of the Saiyan beast inside of him had never felt so good, yet he fought it with every thread of his body; he needed who he could not have, but no matter what she did to him, he would remain forever hers.
SNIPPET:
(from Chapter 5)
(from Chapter 5)
Quote:
She made an effort to remain in the most populated areas of the gathering, asking others if they are enjoying the event. Many had given her their words of approval and some children had shown off their winning prizes to her. This temporarily eased her mind of the intruding, flesh eating butterflies that her stomach was battling with. She could not help but look around several times to assure that Goten was not in sight.
She was unsure of her recent demeanor. Perhaps she was afraid of facing him, for a great portion of her wish was to run and never return, yet another piece of her wished to run into his arms and apologize incessantly for her bad decisions. All that she knew was that she could not deal with these torturous feelings for much longer; something had to give… though she was not sure exactly what it would be. She took a deep breath of the fresh, fragranced air, but all she could smell was him. She jumped, looking around frantically for him, yet he was not near her strength of vision. These indescribable feelings of panic and horror were taking over her and she knew that there was no escape.
“Bra!” She heard her mother’s voice. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Can you come with me?”
“What for?” She attempted to hold her composure, despite the strangling tightness in her throat.
While following Bulma, her mother explained. “When the time comes, I need you to help me capture the attention of the attendees and to follow my instruction.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Bra shrugged.
“Great!” Her mother sounded so cheerful due to the day’s accomplishments. “Gohan! Is there any word?” Bra’s gaze immediately shot up when she noticed that she was merely feet away from them... And Goten.
And his eyes were squarely on her. Only her.
She was unsure of her recent demeanor. Perhaps she was afraid of facing him, for a great portion of her wish was to run and never return, yet another piece of her wished to run into his arms and apologize incessantly for her bad decisions. All that she knew was that she could not deal with these torturous feelings for much longer; something had to give… though she was not sure exactly what it would be. She took a deep breath of the fresh, fragranced air, but all she could smell was him. She jumped, looking around frantically for him, yet he was not near her strength of vision. These indescribable feelings of panic and horror were taking over her and she knew that there was no escape.
“Bra!” She heard her mother’s voice. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. Can you come with me?”
“What for?” She attempted to hold her composure, despite the strangling tightness in her throat.
While following Bulma, her mother explained. “When the time comes, I need you to help me capture the attention of the attendees and to follow my instruction.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Bra shrugged.
“Great!” Her mother sounded so cheerful due to the day’s accomplishments. “Gohan! Is there any word?” Bra’s gaze immediately shot up when she noticed that she was merely feet away from them... And Goten.
And his eyes were squarely on her. Only her.
