Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Amazon & Saiyan ❯ An Amazon's Decision ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Amazon & Saiyan

By Nadia Rose

Nadiarose3@hotmail.com

She never expected to go this far.

When she had started sparring with Vegeta he had been a welcome diversion from the pangs of loneliness in her heart, something to keep her from dwelling over Goku's absence. She had expected to take all of her anger out on the alien Prince who had treated her family so callously. After not being able to protect them she had felt helpless; and so very angry.

And like when her mother and brothers had died, she had thrown herself back into martial arts. They alone could help her tame the boiling anger that threatened to overwhelm her very being. Except this time, merely practicing the motions did very little to ease the turmoil in her soul; this time she would need to fight to release her anger. The only problem was that she had no sparring partner, and now that Gohan was back she didn't dare to take him into Amazonia where she would find a willing one. She would not expose him to that culture if she could at all avoid it, and thus her anger had built, leaving her little outlet.

Her lust for battle was what had driven her to agree to participate in that little tournament on that island. And that was where this had all begun; where she had truly come in touch with her Amazon half again; and where she had first drawn the attention of the Saiyan Prince currently holding her against a tree.

She quivered slightly in his grasp, wishing she had the physical strength to pull away and continue their battle, although part of her was screaming to stand still and enjoy this situation. How long had it been since a man had been strong enough, brave enough, and prepared enough to defeat her? How long? Not since Gohan came along, certainly. His birth had not been easy, and afterwards she had been treated as if she had been made of porcelain.

The Prince did not treat her like a fragile doll; she was slowly losing the feeling in her arms thanks to his iron grasp. He restrained himself from exerting the force necessary to kill her or break her bones so he could continue to spar with her, but after that she was on her own. If she didn't have the strength to deflect his blows then she carried the bruises to prove it, and those were what had fueled her to continue sparring with the Prince. He was stronger than she was and not to mention far more experienced, but he had no experience whatsoever with Amazons. The hot blood of her mother's people gave her a slight edge over the Prince, and she enjoyed seeing the man's confusion when she regularly performed the impossible. Her ability to increase her strength without changing her ki ran in her blood, but she enjoyed their spars too much to tell him that.

At first they had sparred only once or twice a week, but as time wore on they began to spar more regularly. Vegeta was prone to show up at horribly inconvenient hours and demand a spar; it was something she had come to expect. She began to wear her gis all the time, keeping her hair pinned back in case he showed up at the door, or sometimes even at the window. The two of them could spar at he drop of a hat.

She expected him to be surly and angry, and most of the time she was not disappointed. He carried even more history into the ring than she did, although he didn't use it to fuel his fighting skills. She didn't either; not anymore. Her anger was under control now; it only flared up when she generally felt guilty, more particularly when she saw the shadows in Gohan's eyes. Her son was her world, and to see how he'd been hurt made her want to destroy something.

And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't destroy Vegeta. She could beat on him all day and he wouldn't even bruise; it was like beating on a steel wall. Goku had been like that, too, except he was more apt to stop her from releasing her anger and ask what he'd done wrong to make her so angry. The sweaty man in front of her just let her beat on him; he'd give her that little irritating smirk and punch back. She put up a good fight when angry, and he knew it. He always tended to show up when she was angry; she had come to expect his presence when she was particularly vexed.

What she hadn't expected was to see him in her dreams; to imagine what he looked like under the spandex gi. The first few times she dreamed about him she had been disgusted; Goku was her husband and yet she was fantasizing about the man who'd sworn to kill him. No matter how hard she tried she hadn't been able to erase those vivid images from her mind; they had continued night after night as she lay alone in her huge bed. As her loneliness increased she had ceased resisting and allowed the dreams to come, filling her sleeping hours with false memories of when she wasn't alone, when she had a man to fulfill all of her needs and desires, not just those that could be settled with fists and feet.

The problem with Amazons was that even this problem could be solved with a fight; a man who could defeat an Amazon in battle was worthy of being her mate. Once he won, all he had to do was claim her and she would be his. Vegeta was most capable of defeating her; he could snap her spine as easily as a child broke a stick, but he had restrained himself. He had never openly defeated her, either. Their spars tended to last until she tired herself out, and then he would just back off, refusing to return her last blow. He never did that to Yamcha or Krillin; she knew he'd use any and every opening to prove he was a stronger fighter. He respected her skill, and it gave her more than a small thrill.

As did the looks he had been giving her for the past few weeks. At first she thought she had been seeing things; that her subconscious had put the introspective look in his eyes, the light spark that she hadn't seen there before. They had been real, and she had been too surprised to consider them. But her body wasn't; she had subconsciously begun to fight him harder and longer, trying her best to get him to defeat her in a way that mattered; to claim her. She didn't want to be alone anymore.

Vegeta had proved to have more control than she thought; he had resisted her onslaughts and she was still alone. He didn't want her in the way she wanted him. It was something she was dealing with, but she never stopped trying to get him to defeat her. The anger that defeat would bring would help her get over him.

But in the past week things had changed; he was starting to warm up to her. He had shown up every day this week to spar, and had stayed almost all day. She had taken to sending Gohan away with the Namek, who had taken it upon himself to explain to her what was going on with Vegeta a few days ago. He had warned her not to do anything she would regret later, and she had responded by asking her father to take Gohan for the week and telling the Namek she was in full control of her faculties.

But now that she was faced with this decision, was she really? She was pinned between the Prince and the tree, wearing nothing but Amazon ritual armor, which was not by any means modest. The Prince's rock hard body was pressed up to hers, and she could feel the hardness of his body and his desire for her against her bare skin. And his eyes were dark, lusty, and somehow remarkably open.

He wanted her badly, but the final decision was hers. He wouldn't do anything more unless she accepted him. She alone had control over her fate, she had to make this decision because he wouldn't do it for her.

She wanted him, but could she do it? Could she betray the promise she'd made to Goku?

Goku had been the one to dominate her dreams since she was a child; there had never been anyone for her but him. He had been the man she grew up for, she had trained so she could challenge him, made herself strong to keep his interest in her, get him to see her as a warrior. She wanted to be his wife, his equal; she wanted him to love her for her, not as the Princess, the lone heir to two very unusual kingdoms.

He had never seen her as anything but Chichi, and he had, as much as his upbringing would allow. He had done anything she had asked, built her a house and given her Gohan, who he had loved. She couldn't ask for anything more. She had, for a few short years, been happy out in the woods with her husband and her son, leaving the horrors of her life before them behind her.

But then the aliens had come, and her life had been turned upside down and inside out in only a few short days. She had found herself returning to the lore of the Amazon, something familiar to help her keep her sanity while her little family was out amongst the stars. And when they had returned, her life had changed forever.

Her knight on golden cloud was gone, and she was alone.

Alone.

The man in front of her was offering to change that; offering to make her his. His very nature appealed to the Amazon in her; she would have to earn his respect, and he would make her respect him. He was strong in a way Goku had never been; they were two sides of a coin; one amiable and light, the other dark and withdrawn; she loved the first, and could learn to love the second.

A different love for a different man, and she wouldn't be alone in the world anymore.

But could she break forever?

As her soul was torn between the life she had once had and the one the Prince was offering, the man's face loomed over hers, inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and she stilled as his tongue touched her ear, and her heart made her decision for her.

It was time for her to live her life for love, not waste away for a memory of it.

Son Chichi stared into the eyes of the Prince in front of her, seeing what could have been play before her.

Then she kissed him.

Finis.