Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Soldiers Girl ❯ Intro ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Envy My Pain 
A Captivating Alternate Universe tale; He was always her better in every way she wished to captivate him. He was her superior and she his trainee. Love was always there but arrogance was always their unraveling fate. A Bulma & Vegeta fanfic of love, hatred, & betrayal.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 813 | Status: Teaser
A Captivating Alternate Universe tale; He was always her better in every way she wished to captivate him. He was her superior and she his trainee. Love was always there but arrogance was always their unraveling fate. A Bulma & Vegeta fanfic of love, hatred, & betrayal.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 813 | Status: Teaser
A Tale By: Envy My Pain
A Soldiers Girl
Chapter One: Intro
He had those onyx blazing hues, the ones that made you shiver in in trepidation and yet held you with a strange awe. His structure and stance matched the historical structure of Ares, the Greek God of War. His flesh was an over glaze with an olive tint, sun kissed sweetness that left it flawless in it‘s perfections. The very structure of his essence reeked of power, and this sense of strength that left admiration for it’s viewers. He was the Commander of a fleet, the best fleet known the all militants and generals alike. He had respect---as much as he demanded it. He had a drawn look of war plastered to his face every where he went. His brows were always forged into a deep frown. He was a loner by nature, and tended to lead troops and command them he grew close in his own way to each individual troop. Although he seemed conceded at times, or egotistical, and power hungry he had a good state of mind that made him able to construct perfection and expert calls of experience.
Right now, as we speak the Commander began to pace---he had long yet slender strides his hand drawn to his chin as he began to think. There were so many things accruing at this moment that he wasn’t to sure how to clear out his mind with his apprehension for his troops. They were in there staged training time out in the field and he was growing worried with there reaction to missions. He new that his new intake of troops were not prepared for war, not yet at least---he was reading to take the call if not to extend there time in the field or work more on tactical skills on their home base. He had his NCOs and his officers beating dictions down his throat because they weren’t trained to make the calls for themselves, it was almost ridicules and extremely frustration to him.
With this would be more orders for supply, mess would need to have an order for food and for runs, and his soldiers would be longer away from there family. This would demote there moral and would also strain each section of his company.
“Sir.”
“What?”
“Sorry, but were waiting for your decision on extended time in the field, Sir.”
“Extended it for and additional week, have supply start running orders and making them out to my S1 and S2, we need to assure that were capable of function out here with the supplies we have. Let me know if were going to have to make supply runs tomorrow and make sure that the troops are taken care of.”
“Yes Sir.”
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The distant black hawk began to descend on the cleared off area of the field as CW2 Briefs began to make the call in to TOC. They had ran a successful mission and completed all objectives, which made her a little prideful about making time 20 minutes early.
“War Hawk TOC, This is Raptor27 over.”
“Raptor27 this is War Hawk TOC that’s a could Charley Lemma, over.”
“Mission was a Go, everything has been completed. No casualties and I’m reading 1400 on an early land, over.”
“Okay that’s a good copy, War Hawk TOC, out.”
As the landing was completed as the treacherous blades of the Black hawk’s blades began spin at an amazing speeds began to die low, the crew all ready off loaded all but her and the CO Pilot. They ran there accountability report and moved on. Off loading there supplies, after dismounting she mounted up her flight helmet and replaced it with her kavalar, she began to mount on her T8-50 over her flight suit to ready herself for a AAR report at the TOC. After taking her paper work she began to make her way towards the hill top her 9MM closely tucked to her side---after all even though this was simulation war she didn’t feel like having to explained herself to the commander.
What a prick he could be at times, she rolled her eyes remembering resent recalls where he’d yell at her and her crew telling them that there not performing with seriousness and quickness. She new that the Evaluators were breathing down the battalions throat and that every simulation they’ve had under attack rendered to many casualties and deaths making the entire battalion a NO GO. Maybe this mission would make him a little bit more appeased about there objectives being made. She ducked under the thick tarp of the tents flap as she entered the TOC---all of the commanders and Commo people were present. She grunted as she pulled off her kavalar, her azure hues dazed with wryness of a stupid AAR they were forced to perform, her hair disheveled in a raving sea of blue mess, as she could see him there his palms spread amongst the papers and map works, tools scattered about---his disheveled look made her glance away. His sharp baring eyes hit her stomach hard. Memories baring forth, flashback of both past and present.
She slid into the crowded circle as they began to do there AAR for the entire battalions missions. She sighed under the heat of sweat---she tried to keep her eyes averted away from his there was to much of lingering memories that plagued her mind she couldn’t understand why she still held onto those times, the old times. Times before she even crewed a Black Hawk, before she had him as her Commander. Before there career got evolved with there relationship.
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Flashback:
She watched the swelling sun over head, as sweat began to pool over her vision, her lips were dry and her throat was parched. She’d been there for four hours now in the prone position her M16A2 was aimed high above the sand doom. Her troops had been there for 40 days and 40 nights. Hope was almost lost until a firm hand grasped at her waist pulling her into his grasp. She’d never heard the chopper sound of it’s blades rolling, or the faint deep rich voice echoing into her ear that everything was going to be okay. She began to fade then in his arms as he pulled her towards the hookers back side opening they lay down heavy fire on the enemy who was now advancing.
All she could feel is his hands flushed into her hair as he held her tenderly as the schnook began to take off. She was so lost then so lost in his grasp and his hold. They had been so young then just teens at the time, she’d been a PFC and he was a 2nd lieutenant. It was young love---puppy love and he’d gone out of his way to support her and she’d done the same as she began to climb the ranks. They had been in the same battalion but different companies at the time so rank was nothing---fraternization was nothing. They’d even gone far as talking to moving in with each other until all hell broke lose. She’d become his NCO and he was her Company Commander.
“Ask for SSGT Briefs to report to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
The admin in his office Sgt. Radditz took off to go find Briefs when he did find her he told her to report to the CO ‘s office ASAP.
“Staff Sergeant Briefs Company CO wants to see you as soon as possible.”
She pulled her head out of her paper work, her fingers dropped the papers gradually as she switched off her monitor screen. She pushed away from the table and she made her way towards the door she let out an annoyed sigh thinking he was going to push her into doing something she didn’t want to do, or cancel another dinner meeting they had. Something she wasn’t going to like.
“Yes, sir?”
“Close the door and sit down Bulma.”
She watched him tussled his hair in a frustrated manor as he gave her a sharp look. She complied as she edged her way back down into the seat. Her heart was thumping, pounding now like a desperate butterfly in a silk in web of a trap.
“This is about us isn’t it Vegeta?”
“Look, I’m going to be sincere with you, I’m being promoted soon to Battalion Commander in a couple of months and I’ve been thinking that me being with you isn’t going to work. It’s already grown to the point where I have to lie about us. My father as you know is the three star General for this state and he’s not to pleased about our relationship.”
“So what, it’s over---just like that?”
She stood up slamming her hands into his desk---the petite curl of her fist fascinated him as he could see the tears begin to form. God how he wanted to get up and take her into his arms and hold her there. To kiss away all her tears and taste her sadness like he’d done so many other times. He had to be tough though he had to be a man. He had no weakness but her and he was going to remove it.
“Yes.”
“I love you Vegeta---not your stupid bars, not your stature. Send me to another unit. Transfer into the support battalion a few miles from ups. But please don’t let it end this way please.”
He stood up gripped her hard and held her from her temper tantrum. She cried as she began to pound on his chest his lips to her ears as she began to shake into sobs. He whispered to her something she’d never forget something that would haunt her for the rest of her known life as his lips crushed to hers before she’d utter a word his arms were about her holding her like he’d done a few years back in the desert she felt his body control her like it had done many times before as his tongue rolled over hers tenderly yet demanding all in one. She moaned as he shifted his weight far enough to make sure she’d locked the door when he’d told her to close it. Mmm good girl he though as he flushed her down onto his desk. He’d take of her BDU top with amounted skill from having the same as her own. He crushed her body as she shivered in his hands her body arching to his need that lay hard and blunt notion that he needed her. She could feel the warmth burn the flesh of her thigh even though they were both guarded with there pants.
Her body had arched to him self consciously as she bickered something in he couldn’t understand by the time his mouth had left hers and was hot and filled with need as it began to suck tenderly at her throat as his hands rotated each breast with skill and motion as her body shivered under his manhandling skills. He’d always know how to hit her in the right spot. Always new how to make her beg with need---always new how to control her…how to make her want him without even trying. He had been her first so he trained her the way he liked his women. Hot, willing, and of course trained them to his tastes he enjoyed. Bending her to his will like a caged victim with no where to run or hide. His one free hand slid down as he undid her buckled flinging it at her side only to grip it with raw power and tearing it away from her body. Her eyes shot open at his words---she shoved his hands away and retreated off the desk. Her azure hues locked into his. She buttoned up her buttons on her pants as she looked away.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I’m not a whore Vegeta---were over then it’s final.”
She picked up her BDU top and tossed it on making sure that it still hand some smooth corners to it’s starched lines
“He stalked over to her, a stress of need and want. His heavily endowed member could be seen throbbing as he flushed her to the wall ripping her BDU top open gripping it with his raw power as he drew her feet to a daggle from the ground. He began to rub his caged member right to the spot as he began to dry ride her then and there. He could feel his pre-cum begin to drizzle down the side of his leg as he began to watch her eyes roll with her own need. He could smell her wetness as he did a few more harder more intent strokes to her clothed women hood. He bit her neck hard as she bit down on her lip feeling him chuckle with gloating dominance.
It was then she felt the sharp jab of his member enter her, he’d undone the buttons of her BDU pants and he’d unzipped his flight suit zipper. His fingers were quick to push away the underwear aside pounding into her as he began to pump hard long deep strides. He loved this moment this bliss as she began to tighten around him. She’d been fitted for just him---and by the time she began to hit her first orgasm he to began to feel his explosion of seeds hit her he pumped a few more strides.
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“Briefs, what is your AAR.”
Her eyes shot up as she locked eye to eye to the commander, his gaze like always empty---void of anything but the content of hate. She gazed up around her as she pulled up a few papers going over the mission. All in all in all it was a well run mission even though like all there are always room for improvement. She watched as he drew back crossing his hands over his chest as she finished the last of her AAR report.
“Thanks you. Next in order would be Commo.”
She gazed up---her work tussled face glanced away as she began to grab for her flight bag when she heard one of the commanders little underlings whisper to her ear for her to meet him in his tent in an hour. Her view shifted to him and there eyes clashed---that cocky smirk on his face she new all to well. The raw pit of her stomach rolling at his gaze before he began to talk over with his other officers and inspectors about the missions that had been divided around the sections and how they were going to work with the next extended week of training.
She moved her way out, her 9MM in check as she began to leave the TOC and ALOC area. She sighed debating weather or not she could confront him face to face in the tent area alone. Even though he was presently engaged or so the roomer had it, and that he’d been seeing her around the same time they’d been together made it seem fishy---but she’d moved on to her head CW5. A striking young desert bandit a few years older then herself. You see for her age she made rank fast. At the age of 22 she was already done with the enlisted half and was moving on to CW2 as she’d been promoted to just a few months ago. She dropped of her T8-50 and moved on to cleaning of her face and combing up her makeshift hair. She was so tired that she didn’t think she’d have the energy to make her way towards Vegeta---what did he want anyway? A private brief on the mission…or was it something different. Something she couldn’t figure out. She crawled out moving towards his tent which was right beside her own. She flipped the flap and made herself a section on a field chair and desk. She stretched out chilled as she looked around the organized area. He’d always been organized---always had things in HIS place which would drive her insane. Maybe it was a good reason they broke it off when they did. Even though they left at an acquired goodbye---it was a good goodbye. She smiled at the though of him uttering a weakness of his release in her ear in the genuine whisper of his gruff voice broken up and gasping for air.
His figure entered upon the last rendering though, his kavalar tossed to the desk, his tired face drawn from the shadows about his high features glanced her way with a wave of contempt…
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Okay, that’s my first Fanfic; tell me how you felt what you liked and disliked. I tried so be nice.
A Soldiers Girl
Chapter One: Intro
He had those onyx blazing hues, the ones that made you shiver in in trepidation and yet held you with a strange awe. His structure and stance matched the historical structure of Ares, the Greek God of War. His flesh was an over glaze with an olive tint, sun kissed sweetness that left it flawless in it‘s perfections. The very structure of his essence reeked of power, and this sense of strength that left admiration for it’s viewers. He was the Commander of a fleet, the best fleet known the all militants and generals alike. He had respect---as much as he demanded it. He had a drawn look of war plastered to his face every where he went. His brows were always forged into a deep frown. He was a loner by nature, and tended to lead troops and command them he grew close in his own way to each individual troop. Although he seemed conceded at times, or egotistical, and power hungry he had a good state of mind that made him able to construct perfection and expert calls of experience.
Right now, as we speak the Commander began to pace---he had long yet slender strides his hand drawn to his chin as he began to think. There were so many things accruing at this moment that he wasn’t to sure how to clear out his mind with his apprehension for his troops. They were in there staged training time out in the field and he was growing worried with there reaction to missions. He new that his new intake of troops were not prepared for war, not yet at least---he was reading to take the call if not to extend there time in the field or work more on tactical skills on their home base. He had his NCOs and his officers beating dictions down his throat because they weren’t trained to make the calls for themselves, it was almost ridicules and extremely frustration to him.
With this would be more orders for supply, mess would need to have an order for food and for runs, and his soldiers would be longer away from there family. This would demote there moral and would also strain each section of his company.
“Sir.”
“What?”
“Sorry, but were waiting for your decision on extended time in the field, Sir.”
“Extended it for and additional week, have supply start running orders and making them out to my S1 and S2, we need to assure that were capable of function out here with the supplies we have. Let me know if were going to have to make supply runs tomorrow and make sure that the troops are taken care of.”
“Yes Sir.”
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The distant black hawk began to descend on the cleared off area of the field as CW2 Briefs began to make the call in to TOC. They had ran a successful mission and completed all objectives, which made her a little prideful about making time 20 minutes early.
“War Hawk TOC, This is Raptor27 over.”
“Raptor27 this is War Hawk TOC that’s a could Charley Lemma, over.”
“Mission was a Go, everything has been completed. No casualties and I’m reading 1400 on an early land, over.”
“Okay that’s a good copy, War Hawk TOC, out.”
As the landing was completed as the treacherous blades of the Black hawk’s blades began spin at an amazing speeds began to die low, the crew all ready off loaded all but her and the CO Pilot. They ran there accountability report and moved on. Off loading there supplies, after dismounting she mounted up her flight helmet and replaced it with her kavalar, she began to mount on her T8-50 over her flight suit to ready herself for a AAR report at the TOC. After taking her paper work she began to make her way towards the hill top her 9MM closely tucked to her side---after all even though this was simulation war she didn’t feel like having to explained herself to the commander.
What a prick he could be at times, she rolled her eyes remembering resent recalls where he’d yell at her and her crew telling them that there not performing with seriousness and quickness. She new that the Evaluators were breathing down the battalions throat and that every simulation they’ve had under attack rendered to many casualties and deaths making the entire battalion a NO GO. Maybe this mission would make him a little bit more appeased about there objectives being made. She ducked under the thick tarp of the tents flap as she entered the TOC---all of the commanders and Commo people were present. She grunted as she pulled off her kavalar, her azure hues dazed with wryness of a stupid AAR they were forced to perform, her hair disheveled in a raving sea of blue mess, as she could see him there his palms spread amongst the papers and map works, tools scattered about---his disheveled look made her glance away. His sharp baring eyes hit her stomach hard. Memories baring forth, flashback of both past and present.
She slid into the crowded circle as they began to do there AAR for the entire battalions missions. She sighed under the heat of sweat---she tried to keep her eyes averted away from his there was to much of lingering memories that plagued her mind she couldn’t understand why she still held onto those times, the old times. Times before she even crewed a Black Hawk, before she had him as her Commander. Before there career got evolved with there relationship.
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Flashback:
She watched the swelling sun over head, as sweat began to pool over her vision, her lips were dry and her throat was parched. She’d been there for four hours now in the prone position her M16A2 was aimed high above the sand doom. Her troops had been there for 40 days and 40 nights. Hope was almost lost until a firm hand grasped at her waist pulling her into his grasp. She’d never heard the chopper sound of it’s blades rolling, or the faint deep rich voice echoing into her ear that everything was going to be okay. She began to fade then in his arms as he pulled her towards the hookers back side opening they lay down heavy fire on the enemy who was now advancing.
All she could feel is his hands flushed into her hair as he held her tenderly as the schnook began to take off. She was so lost then so lost in his grasp and his hold. They had been so young then just teens at the time, she’d been a PFC and he was a 2nd lieutenant. It was young love---puppy love and he’d gone out of his way to support her and she’d done the same as she began to climb the ranks. They had been in the same battalion but different companies at the time so rank was nothing---fraternization was nothing. They’d even gone far as talking to moving in with each other until all hell broke lose. She’d become his NCO and he was her Company Commander.
“Ask for SSGT Briefs to report to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
The admin in his office Sgt. Radditz took off to go find Briefs when he did find her he told her to report to the CO ‘s office ASAP.
“Staff Sergeant Briefs Company CO wants to see you as soon as possible.”
She pulled her head out of her paper work, her fingers dropped the papers gradually as she switched off her monitor screen. She pushed away from the table and she made her way towards the door she let out an annoyed sigh thinking he was going to push her into doing something she didn’t want to do, or cancel another dinner meeting they had. Something she wasn’t going to like.
“Yes, sir?”
“Close the door and sit down Bulma.”
She watched him tussled his hair in a frustrated manor as he gave her a sharp look. She complied as she edged her way back down into the seat. Her heart was thumping, pounding now like a desperate butterfly in a silk in web of a trap.
“This is about us isn’t it Vegeta?”
“Look, I’m going to be sincere with you, I’m being promoted soon to Battalion Commander in a couple of months and I’ve been thinking that me being with you isn’t going to work. It’s already grown to the point where I have to lie about us. My father as you know is the three star General for this state and he’s not to pleased about our relationship.”
“So what, it’s over---just like that?”
She stood up slamming her hands into his desk---the petite curl of her fist fascinated him as he could see the tears begin to form. God how he wanted to get up and take her into his arms and hold her there. To kiss away all her tears and taste her sadness like he’d done so many other times. He had to be tough though he had to be a man. He had no weakness but her and he was going to remove it.
“Yes.”
“I love you Vegeta---not your stupid bars, not your stature. Send me to another unit. Transfer into the support battalion a few miles from ups. But please don’t let it end this way please.”
He stood up gripped her hard and held her from her temper tantrum. She cried as she began to pound on his chest his lips to her ears as she began to shake into sobs. He whispered to her something she’d never forget something that would haunt her for the rest of her known life as his lips crushed to hers before she’d utter a word his arms were about her holding her like he’d done a few years back in the desert she felt his body control her like it had done many times before as his tongue rolled over hers tenderly yet demanding all in one. She moaned as he shifted his weight far enough to make sure she’d locked the door when he’d told her to close it. Mmm good girl he though as he flushed her down onto his desk. He’d take of her BDU top with amounted skill from having the same as her own. He crushed her body as she shivered in his hands her body arching to his need that lay hard and blunt notion that he needed her. She could feel the warmth burn the flesh of her thigh even though they were both guarded with there pants.
Her body had arched to him self consciously as she bickered something in he couldn’t understand by the time his mouth had left hers and was hot and filled with need as it began to suck tenderly at her throat as his hands rotated each breast with skill and motion as her body shivered under his manhandling skills. He’d always know how to hit her in the right spot. Always new how to make her beg with need---always new how to control her…how to make her want him without even trying. He had been her first so he trained her the way he liked his women. Hot, willing, and of course trained them to his tastes he enjoyed. Bending her to his will like a caged victim with no where to run or hide. His one free hand slid down as he undid her buckled flinging it at her side only to grip it with raw power and tearing it away from her body. Her eyes shot open at his words---she shoved his hands away and retreated off the desk. Her azure hues locked into his. She buttoned up her buttons on her pants as she looked away.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I’m not a whore Vegeta---were over then it’s final.”
She picked up her BDU top and tossed it on making sure that it still hand some smooth corners to it’s starched lines
“He stalked over to her, a stress of need and want. His heavily endowed member could be seen throbbing as he flushed her to the wall ripping her BDU top open gripping it with his raw power as he drew her feet to a daggle from the ground. He began to rub his caged member right to the spot as he began to dry ride her then and there. He could feel his pre-cum begin to drizzle down the side of his leg as he began to watch her eyes roll with her own need. He could smell her wetness as he did a few more harder more intent strokes to her clothed women hood. He bit her neck hard as she bit down on her lip feeling him chuckle with gloating dominance.
It was then she felt the sharp jab of his member enter her, he’d undone the buttons of her BDU pants and he’d unzipped his flight suit zipper. His fingers were quick to push away the underwear aside pounding into her as he began to pump hard long deep strides. He loved this moment this bliss as she began to tighten around him. She’d been fitted for just him---and by the time she began to hit her first orgasm he to began to feel his explosion of seeds hit her he pumped a few more strides.
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“Briefs, what is your AAR.”
Her eyes shot up as she locked eye to eye to the commander, his gaze like always empty---void of anything but the content of hate. She gazed up around her as she pulled up a few papers going over the mission. All in all in all it was a well run mission even though like all there are always room for improvement. She watched as he drew back crossing his hands over his chest as she finished the last of her AAR report.
“Thanks you. Next in order would be Commo.”
She gazed up---her work tussled face glanced away as she began to grab for her flight bag when she heard one of the commanders little underlings whisper to her ear for her to meet him in his tent in an hour. Her view shifted to him and there eyes clashed---that cocky smirk on his face she new all to well. The raw pit of her stomach rolling at his gaze before he began to talk over with his other officers and inspectors about the missions that had been divided around the sections and how they were going to work with the next extended week of training.
She moved her way out, her 9MM in check as she began to leave the TOC and ALOC area. She sighed debating weather or not she could confront him face to face in the tent area alone. Even though he was presently engaged or so the roomer had it, and that he’d been seeing her around the same time they’d been together made it seem fishy---but she’d moved on to her head CW5. A striking young desert bandit a few years older then herself. You see for her age she made rank fast. At the age of 22 she was already done with the enlisted half and was moving on to CW2 as she’d been promoted to just a few months ago. She dropped of her T8-50 and moved on to cleaning of her face and combing up her makeshift hair. She was so tired that she didn’t think she’d have the energy to make her way towards Vegeta---what did he want anyway? A private brief on the mission…or was it something different. Something she couldn’t figure out. She crawled out moving towards his tent which was right beside her own. She flipped the flap and made herself a section on a field chair and desk. She stretched out chilled as she looked around the organized area. He’d always been organized---always had things in HIS place which would drive her insane. Maybe it was a good reason they broke it off when they did. Even though they left at an acquired goodbye---it was a good goodbye. She smiled at the though of him uttering a weakness of his release in her ear in the genuine whisper of his gruff voice broken up and gasping for air.
His figure entered upon the last rendering though, his kavalar tossed to the desk, his tired face drawn from the shadows about his high features glanced her way with a wave of contempt…
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Okay, that’s my first Fanfic; tell me how you felt what you liked and disliked. I tried so be nice.