Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Amara ❯ Seduction ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven- Seduction

The alarm clock was buzzing.

He felt around the bedside table for his alarm clock and finally ended up ripped the cord out of the wall. He sat up and brought his hand to his head.

Was it morning? He looked towards the window and noticed it was a little dark outside. No.

He remembered that he had decided to take a nap before dinner. The smell of food reached his nose and he definitely decided that it was dinnertime.

He stumbled into the bathroom, washed up before dinner. He walked down to the dining room drawn by the sweet aromas.

He stood in the doorway and watched his mother set plates out on the table. She had only set the table for two.

"What's up, mom?" Trunks asked. "You're not going to feed Amara and me tonight?"

She laughed. "No dear, your father and I are going out to dinner. This is for you and Amara."

It was then that Trunks remembered Bra was spending the night at Pan's house. That meant he would be alone with Amara. He smiled.

He heard someone walking up behind him. He turned to see Vegeta in the hallway. Trunks stepped aside and left his father pass.

Vegeta was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt. Bulma was wearing a little black dress.

Bulma grabbed her purse. "If you need anything, you know my cell phone number."

Trunks nodded.

"Bye sweetie," Bulma said.

Vegeta slid his arm around her waist and they left the room. Almost immediately after they left Amara entered the room.

"Where are they off to?" she asked.

"To a restaurant," Trunks answered.

"I see," she said, sitting down at the table. She made a face and drew in a sharp breath.

"What's wrong?" Trunks asked.

She laughed. "I'm sore. Being a Super Saiyan isn't easy."

"So you can go super," Trunks said, sitting across from her.

"Sure," she said. "You all ready knew that."

He smiled and dished food onto his and her plates. "Yes, but I wanted to hear you say it."

They began to eat in silence. Trunks watched the way she ate. She was a full-blooded Saiyan, but she didn't eat in the hasty manner the others ate in. She ate carefully like she had studied etiquette. And she probably had. It seemed to Trunks as if the first-class females on Planet Vegeta were expected to act differently than the average females.

She looked up at him. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," he said. "I was just admiring you."

She blushed and set down her fork. "What's with the blandishments? What do you want from me?"

He smiled. She laughed and stood. She put her dishes in the dishwasher and turned, leaning her butt against the counter.

"You know what I'd like to do right now?"

Trunks eyes were burning with emotion. "What?"

"I'm going to go take a hot bath," she said.

He fell over. "What?"

"Sure," she said, walking past him, making her hips sway. "It would soothe my muscles."

Trunks watched her walk out of the room. *Kami, that woman is intoxicating!*

He sat at the table for a long time before putting away his dishes and going after her.

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Amara was in the tub. She had decided to use the guest bathroom instead of her own. The warm water came up to her chin. There was a knock on the door. She turned her head. She didn't have to try and guess who it was.

Trunks opened the door carrying an armful of towels. "I brought you these."

She smiled. "Is that all you brought me?"

He set the towels down on the toilet seat and knelt by the large tub that probably big enough for four people.

He scooped a handful of bubbles from the surface of the water. His eyes locked with hers and she rose up in the water. He watched water stream down her glistening breasts and shuddered.

"No, that's not all I brought you."

"I'm glad," she said. "Take off your clothes."

His eyebrows went up. "I thought the man was supposed to make the first move. What about Saiyan tradition?"

"We're not on Planet Vegeta," she said.

He grinned. "Guess not." He slid his shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner of the room. He kicked off his shoes.

"Too slow," she said, standing in the water. He moved closer to her and let her remove his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. His pants fell to floor and she sat back down in the water.

He removed his boxers and Amara's eyes passed over him. She looked up at his face, amused. "Well?"

He stepped into the tub and sat beside her. She leaned back against the porcelain of the tub and Trunks moved in front of her.

Amara reached out and slid her hands over his slick body. She took him in her hands and he moaned.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" Trunks asked.

She nodded. "Are you?"

"No."

She looked surprised, but didn't say anything. She pulled her hands back and pressed her body closer to his.

He moved down in the water until his mouth was level with her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and felt it harden. She squirmed underneath him when he used his teeth.

Her moans made his body feel excited. He felt his manhood swell. He lifted his head and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed.

She opened them. He kissed her lips hard and she parted them. His tongue was a quick wetness as he explored her mouth. She arched her back and he placed one arm around her to support her.

He lifted her in the water and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He stepped out of the water and she broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Not here, not in the water."

"Why?"

"It'll get too messy," he said.

Her eyes widened. "I don't want to know how you'd know that." He gave a very masculine laugh that made things low in her body go tight.

He carried her to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Her legs were still locked around him so he went down as well.

"No more foreplay," Amara said. "We've done enough of that in the last few days."

He nodded. "Wait."

She looked up at him. "No, no more waiting." Her chest was heavy. "I can't stand it."

Trunks managed to pull away from her. He went to his drawer and searched around. He pulled out a small square wrapper.

"What is it?" she asked.

"A condom," he said. "We don't want you getting pregnant, do we?" He chuckled. "Not yet."

She smiled. "No more waiting."

"That's right," he said, slipping on the condom.

He crawled on top of her and saw she was ready for him. Without warning he slid into her. She gasped and grabbed his forearms. He withdrew and thrust himself into her hard and fast. He continued on like this.

Amara's cries both excited him and scared him. He stopped for a moment. Amara face was contorted with pleasure.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," she said. "Don't stop. This time don't hold back. Give me everything you've got. I can handle it."

He did as she asked. Amara's fingers clawed at the bed as if she needed something to hang onto. They were at the peak of pleasure and the climax was an explosion that left them both panting.

Trunks withdrew and fell on the bed beside her. "Again?"

She looked, huskily at him. "Hell yes."