Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A New Life ❯ Training II. ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7: Training II.




“…” Talking

‘…’ Thinking




It was now about 4:50 and I was awake, but I didn’t want to get up. “No, I don’t want to get up. You’re too comfortable.” I mumbled into his chest. “Onna, you made a big fuss about it last night, now go.” I still didn’t move, and I guess he decided that if I was going to stay, he would make it worth his while. So he then wrapped his tail around my waist, and I moaned at the feel of his tail on my skin (I’m wearing a short top : :mumbles about hentais and their perverted brains: :). Then I said to Vegeta, “Wait until I come back, and I’ll make it worth the wait.” He nodded with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I went into the bathroom to change, much to Vegeta’s displeasure. When I came out he was stunned speechless. He looked me up and down, which made me blush a little. I was wearing a skin-tight black long-sleeved top that showed off my skinny waist, and my belly button piercing. It said in red letters that looked like they were dripping blood, ‘Look, Don’t Touch. I’m Dangerous.’ on the back and front. I also had on some baggy black capris, and some black boots that went about halfway up to my knees. My nails were black, and I was wearing black eyeliner and lipstick. I had also put on my cross necklace, my skull ring, twenty black rubber bracelets, ten on each arm, and my black wristbands. I walked out the door saying, “See ya later Veggie-kun.” I closed the door and walked outside to Kagome.


When I was out there I saw that Kagome had a bow and a quiver of arrows for me. “Hey, what’s with the look?” she asked. I shrugged; I didn’t know why I chose to wear this either. “Well anyway, you can use these to practice with.”

“Ok. Thanks Kagome.”

“No problem. Now let’s see what you can do.” I nodded and took three arrows out of the quiver, notched them all at once, and let them fly. They all landed on their targets perfectly. Kagome was in awe. “That’s even better than Kikyo!” “Really?” I asked surprised, but proud of my skills. “Yeah. Now let’s see what happens when you put miko energy in them.” I nodded and did the same thing, only I put miko energy into the three arrows. The weird thing was, the miko energy was black. We were both frozen in shock. After they hit their targets perfectly, again, I heard her whisper something. “A dark miko.” I looked over at her with a confused look on my face. She had an almost scared expression on her face, and I also saw a bit of pity in her eyes.

Then, I thought of a technique I’d read about in a fanfiction once. I walked over to a tree saying, “Wait, I want to try something.” I kneeled in front of the tree once I reached it. I held my hands out, closed my eyes, and concentrated. I heard Kagome jump back when the tree burst into black flames, though it didn’t burn. “How’d you do that?” Kagome asked. There was a little fear in her voice, but she was obviously impressed. “I’m not sure.” I answered truthfully. “I do know that the more anger you feel towards the thing you set on fire, the more it burns. No anger, no burning.” I waved my hand and the fire disappeared. “Well, apparently practice is over. See ya later.” She said hurriedly, and we went our separate ways- Kagome to her room and me to the guestroom.

I went in and just as I predicted, Vegeta was waiting for me. I changed into the pj’s I wore earlier- this time, changing in front of him, much to his pleasure. (It was hilarious how his eyes just . . . lit up!) It didn’t really matter, since I knew what was going to happen next. I mentally put a sound barrier around the room and walked over to Vegeta. I got back into the bed with him, and he quickly wrapped his tail around my waist. He then started nibbling and licking my neck like earlier, and I moaned softly at what his tongue could do to my neck. He trailed his tongue across my neck so he could do the same thing to the other side, making me moan with pleasure. He suddenly kissed me, and I opened my mouth signaling that I wasn’t afraid anymore. Kissing turned into- well you’re smart; I’m sure you can figure it out. (I don’t do lemon scenes. I’m only 12! (Or I was when I wrote this anyway)


End Chapter 7