Eyes On You, Eyes On Me
by Ningyo no Misa

Bra smiled a little as she took the stage. She was now eighteen and exploring the aspects of life that this new adulthood had in store for her, not only certain liberties but her sexuality as well. There had always been a burning desire for passion and love deep inside her and they were on the verge of spilling forth like the blood of enemies on her father's hands. The feeling was strong, potent and unyielding to her sensibilities. Still, she didn't try to suppress it; there had been too much of that already. Instead she accepted it with arms open and ready for the consequences it would bring.

As the first notes of songs sung a million times over sprang from her mouth and soared among the dimly lit lights of the bar, men of all ages stopping nursing their drinks for a while to turn and listen. A chorus of whistles surfaced from a group of younger men, Bra guessed them to be between the ages of twenty and twenty-five, but she didn't care about them. For as she sang, her eyes were locked on an older figure in the back not yet middle-aged. But he did not look at her; rather, he kept his eyes fixed almost defiantly on the table in front of him. His shadowed silhouette intrigued Bra and her singing became clearer, fuller and more confident, as if just looking at him gave her strength. It should have torn her apart, for he belonged to another, but instead it intensified her longing.

::Maybe if I just sing a little louder... or a little higher... or a little prettier... he'll look at me.:: So Bra gave it her all. Her mouth unlocked the door to a fantasy world where words of love and desire were born and bloomed forth to the delight of the spectators fortunate enough to witness it. She sang of love, finding a way, truth, wanting... and still he would not look at her. She sang it all for him, willing him to meet her gaze and realize the truth. It wasn't until she finished her set, putting on a fake smile and bowing low, that she thought she caught a glimpse of a smile from him. Their eyes wandered to each others before he dropped his smile, downed the rest of his drink and walked out. Bra blinked, wondering if he had actually smiled at her. She couldn't be totally sure; it had disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, if it did at all. Cheers and shouts drowned out the sound of her disappointed sigh as she lowered her head once more, letting the silky blue strands glide over her shoulders to hang limply in the smoky air.

::I leave in two weeks... will I ever see you again?::

* * * * *
Whenever (I) sang my songs
On the stage, on my own;
Whenever (I) said the words,
Wishing they would be heard;
I saw you smiling at me.
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny bar...
* * * * *

"Bra!" She turned around slowly to face Goten. He trotted up to her on the sidewalk as she wrapped tighter in the black leather overcoat that provided the only other source of warmth besides her low-cut, strapless, red sequined dress. It was her last night performing and she thought the stunning number would go over especially well with the males in the bar, particularly the one she was set on. It was supposed get her recognized, her last 'hurrah' before leaving this life and finding a new one somewhere else on her own, but the one person she wanted to see her in it would not indulge himself in her. As the cold night air bit her bare skin, Bra wished it were not Goten that was approaching her, but someone even bigger and better...

"Bra," Goten said again as he reached her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I-I saw your farewell performance. You were really amazing." 

Bra shifted her weight to her right side. "Oh did you?" she replied, doing her best to sound tired and bored. "I didn't see you in there." She could tell her words stung, but she knew she had to get Goten off her case to save him from later emotional injuries. She wasn't after him anymore.

"Look, I know we broke up a couple months ago and I know you're leaving soon, but you don't have to be like this, Bra." There was a hint of pain in his voice and Bra instantly felt sorry. Goten wasn't coping well with the rejection. Still, she couldn't give in, not when everything in her heart and mind told her to claim who she really wanted as her own. But it wouldn't be easy...

"Gomen, you're right. I'm just really tired," Bra sighed, adding in a yawn for emphasis. "Can I talk to you later?" Goten looked away.

"Yeh, I guess so."

"Hay, I'll call you, okay?" Bra offered as she placed a hand on his arm. He felt electricity shoot up through his veins at the touch but she felt nothing. Goten licked his lips.

"Sure, that'll be great," he breathed as he placed a hesitant kiss on Bra's cheek and then walked briskly away. 

Bra waited until he was relatively out of sight before she wiped her face with her sleeve. 

"I'm sorry, Goten," she whispered to no one. "but I've got my eyes on someone else."

* * * * *
My last night here for you;
Same old songs, just once more.
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no.
I kind of liked it your way,
How you shyly placed your eyes on me...
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?
* * * * *

Bra slept most of the next day away. Her father would not bother with waking her, mainly because it would take time away from his training, and her mother knew better than to disturb the volatile girl from her slumber. It wasn't that she hated her mother; Bra just disagreed with her about anything and everything. She was a Daddy's Girl and Trunks, as much as he hated to admit, was a Momma's Boy. That's just the way it went. But that didn't mean that her older brother wouldn't be a nuisance. Trunks shook her from sleep around four in the afternoon, much to her groggy dismay. He said something about a company party at an upscale hotel in the city, and Bra would've punched him in the nose for disturbing her had it not been for his last remark.

"Besides, Bra," Trunks contended to her sleepy protests, "a highly distinguished, much older, totally off limits guy you're lusting after will be there." Bra bolted straight up in bed to see Trunks dashing out the door, her diary falling from his thieving hands to the floor.

"Kuso! Damn you, Trunks!" Bra raged as a crimson blush flared up her face. She punched the pillow next to her, a tumult of feathers flying up around her and landing on her wrinkled pajamas and matted hair.

::I'll kill Trunks later. But if he's going to be there...:: Bra wasted no more time thinking. She picked up her diary and hid it in the bottom dresser drawer under her winter sweaters. Then she dashed off to the shower and bathed extra long, scrubbing her skin cleaner than it'd ever been and washing her hair at least three times. She had to look perfect...

Later that night she found herself beaming brightly as she hooked herself around her brother's arm, tightening it somewhat painfully to remind him of her earlier anger. Trunks in turn tightened his grip as well. He escorted her inside the hotel building, walking over a red velvet carpet and smiling for photographers as flashes snapped everywhere, illuminating the dusk. Bra's slender body fit the slim black dress she wore, the thin straps holding it up at her shoulders. Her back was a crisscross of strings tying it together in the back and the bottom of the dress brushed back and forth against her ankles. Her hair was piled up on her head in a clump of curls, and the breath of men exited upon sight of her. Bulma and Vegeta followed behind, and Bulma had to calm her irritable husband. If it were up to him, any guy caught looking at his daughter would lose the one thing that men held closest...

"Excuse me, Trunks," Bra gushed as her eyes widened. She let go of her brother's arm and hurried further inside through the foyer and into the dining hall. He was standing alone on the other side of the room, a glass of champagne in one hand and the other shoved deep into the pocket of his black tux pants. He wasn't the social butterfly she was and he looked up at her with a kind of half sad, half angry expression. Bra stopped dead in her tracks, eyes never daring to stray from his as he looked her over once, then raised his glass to her approvingly and took a long drink. He turned away as his wife stepped up to him and took his arm. The air left Bra's lungs in a groan.

::Who invited her?::

"Bra, honey," Bulma said in a tight voice as she circled her hand around Bra's upper arm. Bra turned around to see her mother rather annoyed but still smiling to save face. "You mustn't run off like that. There are some people your father and I would like you to meet." Bra shook of her mother's hand and was about to argue when Vegeta intervened. He slid his arm around his daughter's shoulders and led her gently in the direction of some business associates of Capsule Corp. Bra complied, never able to resist her father's wishes. But before she was led out of his sight, Bra tossed one final glance over her shoulder and actually caught him staring after her.

* * * * *
Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face,
As if you're never hurt,
As if you're never down.
Shall I be the one for you,
Who pinches you softly but sure?
If a frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer...
* * * * *

The next time Bra was able to break away from the grip of her parents, he was no where in sight. She searched frantically for him everywhere but it was all in vain. Bra felt her heart sink. But just as she was about to give up, she turned around back toward the main door and saw him helping his wife into a taxi through the glass. She thought for a moment that he would join her and leave, but to her joy he shut the door and watched as it sped off down the street back to the country. Bra almost cried out loud, she was so happy. But she maintained her cool and turned her back on him with a sly grin as he entered the hotel once more. She knew he was all too aware of this game she was playing. She had played it with him ever since she was a little girl; she had wanted him ever since she was a little girl. And now, she was not so little anymore. And now, he realized it as well.

He brushed past her, hand grazing her rear subtly as he kept walking. Bra's grin widened as she pretended not to notice. Instead of following him, which was what he wanted, Bra headed for the ladies' room. Once inside and sure she was alone, Bra burst into a fit of girlish giggles. She fluffed her hair and smoothed any wrinkles in her dress, preparing herself for the night to come. As she exited the bathroom and made her way down a darkened hallway back to the dining room, a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed her wrist. For a moment her heart raced; the next moment her blood boiled.

"Trunks!" Bra screeched. "You frightened me!" She knew it was not a prank; Trunks' face was like stone.

"Listen to me, Bra. I'm your older brother and because of that, I'm entitled to give a couple lectures in my life. I know you like--" 

Bra clamped a hand over Trunks' mouth. "Shh! Someone could hear you, baka!" 

Trunks smacked her hand away and frowned deeper. "That's not the point. I know what's going on and you're really playing with fire, Bra. The both of you are. He has got a lot to lose and it's going to be partially your fault if he does. I know you don't want to listen to me, but all I ask is that you be careful and ready to take responsibility for your actions." 

Bra kissed her brother gently on the cheek and squeezed his hand. "Thanks, Trunks, but you really don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl now, okay? I was on my way in to tell our parents I'm leaving anyway," she lied. 

Trunks gave her a skeptical look, but Bra just smiled innocently the way she always did with Vegeta. Trunks felt his resistance crumble and he nodded. "All right then. I'm on my way to another party. Want me to fly you home?" Trunks offered. 

Bra shook her head and thanked him. Trunks bid her goodnight and left. Bra exhaled, relieved, and continued her walk down the hallway. Once more she was caught off guard as a stronger hand grabbed hers and pulled her to him. Once more she was looking up into his eyes as they bore into hers.

"So you finally look at me," Bra whispered. Despite his calm exterior, she could feel his heart racing along with hers. This was very wrong, she knew, but she couldn't resist any longer. She pushed her lips against his with a violent force and kissed him deeply after hungering for him for the past ten or more years of her life.

* * * * *
So let me come to you,
Close as I want to be;
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast.
And stay there as I whisper
How I love your peaceful eyes on me.
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?
* * * * *

He kissed her back with equal passion, all their bottled up urges finally releasing themselves. Bra felt his tongue filling her mouth with even strokes and she placed a hand on the back of his head desperately. He pulled a key from his pocket and picked her up in his arms, carrying her deeper into the darkness of the hotel. She knew his intentions from the moment he first touched her. That was the first time he'd ever really touched her in her life...

Bra was carried into a pitch black room, not really caring that she couldn't see. She wasn't here to marvel over the furniture or wallpaper; what they were doing was a secret and secrets must remain in the darkest of recesses for no one to see. Ever. She was lowered onto the bed and warm kisses fell on her bare legs, then her bare thighs, then her bare stomach as her dress was lifted gently over her head. Her undergarments were quickly discarded. Bra's heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it; but if he did, he appeared not to notice. She figured he was too focused on other things.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked her in a husky voice. Bra grabbed his face and kissed him again, biting his lip and drawing a little blood before she smiled and pulled away. He too smiled and licked the small wound before undressing himself fully and lowering onto her. "I'll be on top then, since I'm sure you've never done this before." A laugh escaped him before he took one of her breasts in her mouth. Soft gasps emitted from Bra as his tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple. Her hands twined themselves in his hair and tugged on the strands. Bra felt herself growing wet and he went down to breathe in her womanly scent. He tasted a little of her, pleased and aroused by her moans of response. He was teasing her, but he had to if he did not want to hurt her later on.

"Please, hurry!" Bra cried softly, but his torment continued. "Oh, you're so mean..." 

He laughed and met her lips with his, letting her taste her own flavor. "Actually, I thought I was being very nice." 

This was it. His erection was throbbing and was threatening to cause him pain if he didn't ease it soon. There was one way he could be relieved and he wasn't going to back down. Without warning, he took the first thrust into Bra and covered her mouth with his shoulder as she screamed. It came out muffled and she bit down hard, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew it would hurt, but not like this. She wanted him to wait but he would not. Instead, he pushed in and out of her faster each time and soon her pain ebbed.

::He's getting it over with...:: A wave of ecstasy interrupted her thoughts as he loosened her hair, letting the curls fall freely to the sheets. He breathed in the flowery smell of her hair, her skin... He lost himself in the moment. Both had to suppress their ki levels, for Vegeta was just two floors below them and would come charging if the slightest hint of any was shown. It was so hard for him to resist ravaging this beautiful young creature before him, but if he were to live, he must hold back. He looked down at Bra: her head was thrown back, mouth slightly open as she panted, hands twisting around the dampening sheets. She took control and bucked up with her hips, taking him fully inside her. A deep moan escaped him and he struggled to regain his composure.

"Bra, no," he said quietly as he kissed her ear. But she would not listen. She met him with each thrust, fixing her eyes on his, daring him to slip up.

::Let them find out. At least I'd have you.:: As if reading her thoughts, he smiled sadly and shook his head, then tightened up as he climaxed and released inside her. Bra arched up, raking her nails down his sweaty back as her jaw fell in a silent scream. Her body trembled under his and he let himself fall on top of her. Their arms circled around each other and she kissed the spot on his shoulder where she had previously bit. Their breaths were ragged and his hands ran along her back, massaging her aching muscles.

"Is this... is this real?" he asked, lip quivering. Bra hugged him closer, tears of triumph running down her face.

"Hai. Hai, Gohan-san!"

* * * * *
Darling, so share with me
Your love if you have enough,
Your tears if you're holding back,
Or pain if that's what it is.
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice?
Just reach me out, then
You will know that you're not dreaming...
* * * * *

When Bra awoke the next morning, she found herself alone. Anger swept down on her, then sadness, then humiliation. How could she be so stupid? How could she have thought he would give up everything he had just for her? It was a stupid childhood fantasy that she almost wished she never had.

"No, that's not true," Bra sobbed as fresh tears dropped onto the pillow she had shared with him. "I don't regret anything." Bra bathed for a long time, crying quietly in the shower, washing his scent off of her.

When she went home that morning, Bra was greeted to an empty house. Tired and upset, she dropped onto the couch and slung an arm over her eyes. Not two minutes went by when the front door burst open and her parents entered. Bulma wore a full grin and Vegeta was smirking mischievously.

"Oh, honey, were you up all night waiting for us?" Bulma asked as she planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead. Vegeta gave her a concerned look, then shrugged when Bra revealed nothing.

"Training begins later today. Be ready at one." Bra didn't move. She was too emotionally shattered.

::How could you do this to me? Do I mean nothing?::

* * * * *

Bra left for college that week. She said it was to get a head start on unpacking and settling in, but he knew better. He had hurt her but there was no way he could let her know he was sorry. Things would never be the same. As Bra loaded the last of her belongings in the capsule van a sparkle caught her eye. Sitting on the driver's seat was a thin gold band. Next to it was a single pink rose. Curious, Bra picked up the ring and slid it onto her left ring finger. He appeared several feet away behind a large, shaded tree and met her gaze for the last time. His face was the same as it had been the night of the party: a mixture of pain and sorrow and anger. He was pained because he had hurt her deeply, sorrowful because he could not apologize and angry because he could not leave the life he had to be with her. But Bra understood and waved at him anyway. He acknowledged her gesture with a bow, then disappeared once more. Bra stared after him for a moment, then turned away from him and this life.

::I still belong to you, Son Gohan. Perhaps we will be together in the next life, in another time, in another place...::

* * * * *
Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face,
As if you're never hurt,
As if you're never down.
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure?
If a frown is shown then I will know
That you are no dreamer.
* * * * *

like, hate??? lemmie know, this is a strange pairing i know!!! but it was a challenge and i thought something new might be kinda interesting...

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