All Over You

Chapter 17

Goten checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time. No missed calls or text messages. It had been a week, and Bura hadn't responded to him once.

Goten's gaze flicked to the frost-covered window. The sun was setting, painting the sky a deep coral. He tossed his phone on the nightstand before grudgingly heaving himself out of bed. Slowly he made his way into the adjoining bathroom, the sink was cluttered with a variety of Bura's cosmetics that he simultaneously hated because it was messy but loved because they were hers.

Kami he fucking missed her.

So much so he could hardly stomach being in his own house without her. It was as much her home as it was his. Everywhere he turned, there were little reminders of her presence, keeping him acutely, painfully aware of her absence.

The stack of documents she'd left on the coffee table. Her fluffy pink slippers were still neatly tucked away with his in the entryway.

They'd enjoyed six blissful months together and now they were back to this? If he had just told her how he felt, how he truly felt...

He turned the tap, splashing cool water onto his face and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He caught sight of his reflection as he reached for a towel to dry his face. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair needed a good washing, as did the rest of him.

"You don't have to explain anything to me Goten, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your wife and I frankly don't care at all who you kiss."

"...We were just fucking around anyway."

The way she'd looked at him that day was burned into his mind.

Her cheeks were pink from the cold. Her words had been so angry and flippant, but her eyes, they hadn't held even a hint of venom. No, they'd been lined with pain and betrayal. The memory of it gutted him.

She hadn't meant those things she'd said. He knew it deep down. She felt every bit as much for him as he did for her.

He was a fool for not seeing it sooner.

He'd felt it in her touch, in her embrace, in how she'd lit up every time their gazes met. Hell, he'd felt it in every blow they exchanged in a heated spar.

At first, he thought giving her space would allow Bura time to calm down enough to hear him out.

He was an idiot.

He should have stopped her from leaving. He should have made her listen to him.

What the fuck was he doing?

Moping around, waiting for her to let him in again?

She had too much pride for that. And as far as she was concerned, he had wounded that pride. And if he continued to sit around waiting for her to give him another chance, he would be waiting forever.

Wallowing in his misery wouldn't help him win Bura back.

If he wanted her, he would have to fight for her.

If she wouldn't answer his calls, fine, he would show up at her front door. And he wouldn't leave until she heard what he had to say.

Mind made up, Goten quickly showered off the weeks' worth of grime and got dressed. His hair was still slightly damp as he deftly laced up his boots, pulled on his jacket and stepped out his front door.

The sight that greeted him on his front steps stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Trunks?"

If it weren't for his inhuman sense of smell, he wouldn't have recognized his best friend.