Why Does it Have to Be Like This? A/N: Because I am writing this story, and I am from Australia, the winter break that Bra, etc. are about to have falls in the middle of the year. i.e. it will be July, and not December, so no Christmas celebrations our anything like that. I happen to enjoy my summer Christmas, which may be featured later in the story. Songs mentioned in this chapter that I don’t own: “The Bongo Song”, Safri Duo, and “No Aphrodisiac”, The Whitlams. Part 6 “Now, we’ll mix together the sperm and eggs, and you can look at what happens under the microscopes,” the biology tutor stated. “Oh, this is so gross,” said Liberty. “You are the biggest pussy, Liberty,” Daruke sighed. “They’re just little barnacle things. It’s not like they have some guys in a back room beating off all day to get the sperm.” Biology was the only class that we weren’t all together for. Arkya did her practicals at a different time to the rest of us, so it was just me with the three guys. “We mixed these ones yesterday,” said the tutor, holding up a test tube labelled ’24 hours’. “So, I’d say you’d have a better chance of finding some embryos. You’ll just see the sperm and eggs with the ones we just did. Pair up, and grab some fertilized eggs!” “Dibs going with Bra!” Uub called. “I ain’t being part of some faggy relationship!” Daruke and Liberty going together was funnier anyway. We often made fun of them about being a couple (we, generally being Arkya and I). “Alright, then,” groaned Daruke. “But Liberty’s being the bitch.” “Hey!” Liberty cried. I let Uub set up the microscope, while I collected a sample. I handed the slide to him. “Here you go, dear.” He laughed. “Thank you, darling.” “You two are idiots,” Daruke muttered. Daruke can be a bit of a pain sometimes. We were just trying to make the boring prac a little more interesting. Sure, it was mostly by picking on Daruke and Liberty, but there’s nothing wrong with that! (When they couldn’t find anything in their sample, Uub jokingly remarked that they must be related; that, or Daruke had lazy sperm). The minute we found a functioning offspring, we called out to our tutor. “We have one!” “Let’s call it…Luciferase,” Uub proudly suggested. “Yeah, whatever,” I laughed. I looked at ‘Luciferase’ again. The tiny creature was spinning out of control. “Argh! He’s hyperactive!” Our tutor had by that time arrived, and just shook her head at us. She knew the four of us as troublemakers, but also knew we did our work, and went well. Liberty and I were some of the top students in the class. “What did you say you called it?” “Luciferase,” Uub and I stated together. The prac class ended, so I said to Uub: “Well, I’m going to flush the baby down the sink. Want to say goodbye?” “Bye-bye Luciferase.” He waved. As Liberty, Daruke, Uub and I walked out of the room together, I pretended to start crying. “Poor little Luciferase. Never had a chance to live.” “You’re the one who flushed him down the sink, dear,” Uub scoffed, with a laugh. “That’s it! I want a divorce!” * * * * * * “WHOO-HOO!” Uub yelled, as we left our final exam. “It’s finally over!” “Went pretty fast, don’t you think?” said Arkya. “Not fast enough for me!” I sighed. “I get to see Goten!” “Aww, ain’t that sweet!” Kale was waiting for us outside the exam room. He had also just finished his exams. “So, who’s ready to forget everything they learnt this semester?” “ME!” we all cried. “Did you hear?” Kale asked me. “There’s another nightclub crawl thing happening like the night after we get back.” “Yeah, I know,” I replied. “Goten told me already.” “Oooh – aren’t we special!” “Up yours. So how did you find out?” “Marron told Pan, and she told me. Should be pretty fun.” “No fair.” Arkya pouted. “You guys get to go home and have fun. I’ll have to work for the entire month we get off.” “I have to work too,” Kale stated. “But Miss Capsule Corp. here can do whatever she wants.” “Too bad it’s winter,” I sighed. “Otherwise I could spend all day, everyday at the beach! Or by the pool. Guess it’ll have to be the Mall or Goten’s apartment now.” * * * * * * As usually happened before a “crawl”, Marron and Pan got ready at my place, with Kale and Trunks waiting ever so patiently for us. This time, Pan was driving, so Kale was free to drink, which he did. So by the time we made it to the first club, Marron, Kale, Trunks and I were all pretty drunk. It seemed everyone (including Goten) had neglected to tell me that Goten wouldn’t be meeting up with us until later, so my very slutty outfit was being wasted for the first few hours. I danced for a little bit, then sat down, sipping on Vodka and Raspberry’s and frozen cocktails. Juu-kun had decided not to grace us with his presence on this particular night, so I was mostly sitting by myself, with an occasional visit from some of the others with us. At the third club – which was where Goten was going to meet us – I desperately needed to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, the closest one was being cleaned, so I had to go to another one…which meant I had to walk through the gaming lounge. For all of you who aren’t attractive young girls, the gaming lounge is possibly the worst place for a girl like me (being very attractive, and often wearing revealing clothing) to walk through without a guy. All I had was Marron, who I’d talked into coming with me. She was much less revealing dressed, with jeans and a button-up pink shirt. Disgusting men old enough to be my father – or worse, my grandfather – ogled at me as I passed them. One group of guys (fortunately closer to me in age) started talking loudly amongst each other. “Man, I’d like a taste of that!” one whistled. Hey, guys: Newsflash – I can hear you! And when I tell my boyfriend, he’ll hurt you. Marron smirked, but – intelligently – didn’t say anything. Another group had even more nerve. The most overweight of the group grinned at me as I walked back through the gaming lounge after going to the bathroom. They all reeked of beer and cigarettes. “Hello…” he attempted to purr. “Hi,” I briskly replied, continuing on my way, dragging Marron with me. “Can’t you stay and talk to us for a minute?” “I…uh…have to go back upstairs…” “Aww. Okay, then. Bye!” Before we were even out of hearing distance, Marron cracked up with giggles. “That was good! ‘Hello…’! You should have told him you were going back upstairs to your boyfriend.” Marron’s eyes suddenly shone with an evil light that always frightens me. “Or better, your girlfriend! I could have taken your hand!” “Marron,” I sighed. “ If you had done that, they would have wanted to talk to us for much longer than ‘a minute’.” “We could’ve said we both hate men!” Marron can be very strange when she starts drinking. Actually, scratch that. Marron can be strange all the time! My eyes grew wide with pleasure when we returned to out group, and I spotted a very familiar black spiky hairstyle amongst the group. He must have spotted the very familiar aqua and red combination that was me, because he was grinning broadly. He picked me up in a hug, and spun me around. Our lips met for a powerful kiss. “Wow, look at you B-chan!” he said. “You look great! That certainly is a very short skirt.” “I know,” I purred. “I like the top too.” The top I was wearing was red, and very low cut. I was practically popping out of the top of it, which might have explained why so many men were staring at me. Goten smirked at me. “I think that maybe you should come home with me tonight.” “I think that maybe you’re right.” I kissed him again, taking his example and not caring that Paresu was death glaring me. “My, my, B-chan,” Goten murmured against me. “Have you been drinking?” “What makes you think that?” “You’re being very sexy.” I pretended to be offended. “Who says I need to be drunk to be sexy!?” “Well, good point. You’re always sexy.” Goten ran one hand up be side, sending tingling shivers all over my body. “That’s better. “ I leant up to his ear, like I was about to reveal some kinky secret. “But you are right. I got sick of waiting for you.” “Sorry, babe. I got caught up with work. But at least you don’t have to wait any longer.” Perfect opportunity to get him back for sending shivers down my spine earlier. “Sure, I do. I have to wait until we get back to your apartment. And so do you.” His eyes narrowed in something between a mock glare and look of pure lust. “I hate you so much.” “You too,” I replied with a kiss. We joined the group on the dance floor as “The Bongo Song” started. Forget horny goat’s weed, loneliness or all those apparent food turn-ons – that night I realised my most powerful aphrodisiac was watching Goten dance. I had already told Pan and Trunks that I wasn’t going home that night, so there was no problem when Goten came up behind me and yelled seductively (because, obviously, the music was too loud for him to whisper): “I’m getting bored. I think you might be able to satisfy me a little more than this place.” “How do you mean?” I asked, playing very innocent. “Come back to my place, and I’ll show you.” Oh, boy – he didn’t need to say that twice. By that stage I was almost ready to jump on him and screw him senseless then and there. At least Goten had a little more self-control than me. We caught a cab to his apartment (there were too many people around for us to fly there – it would have attracted way too much attention). His tongue was nearly down my throat before we were inside. “It’s good to have you back, babe,” he whispered. “It’s good to be back.” “I missed you!” “You too.” He smirked at my short answers, and took a wild guess at what I wanted. “My room?” “Definitely!”