Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Seeing Redd ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Don't own Dragonball Z nor any other the characters, I do own the D'Shanti and Redd.

Seeing Redd.

By: WeaverOfDreams

If he had his time back, he would have taken her more seriously. He would have taken the fact she was fast seriously and he definitely would have taken her touch technique seriously. For now there he lay, flat on his back, his right leg in painful spasms, his left arm numb and a throbbing headache centered on his brow. Trunks blinked his eyes, trying to force back the headache, trying to gain the mobility of his limbs, but it was no use. Every time he tried, it became more painful. So, he lay there, staring up at the darkening blue sky. He heard soft steps approaching him and then felt a foot rest on ether side of his waist. Now he looked up into bright green eyes, glinting with triumph.

Red stood above him hands on her hips, dressed in that full length body suit she wore when he first set eyes on her. Her hair was up again, this time in a long braid. Wisps of hair escaped the braid to frame her face. There wasn't a drop of sweat on her skin. Kinda irked his male pride. She had taken him down with three swift presses to his arm, thigh and temple. He barely felt the touches yet they had him down on the ground in pain.

"So, have we learned anything yet?" She said, a smug note on her voice. He wasn't liking that note very much. Nether was he liking the way that suit molded to her every curve. Wasn't there a law against such a garment? It had taken away his focus, left him staring at the curves and lines it so boldly displayed. How was a guy supposed to spar with her if she was such a distraction? Perhaps that was the point.

"Yeah, I'm learning that you're too dangerous for your own good, now will you release the holds?"Trunks said, irritated. Redd grinned and then leaned down, pressing two fingers to his temple. The headache went away instantly. She then pressed into the fleshy part of his arm. The feeling came back to his arm. He flexed it. She then made her way lower, every bit of moisture drying from his mouth. The way she was moving, her hand gently pressing into his upper thigh, made him think of other scenarios with her head a little more up and with the both of them naked.

"Umm, the pain stopped."He said, licking his lips to get some moisture to them. He swallowed, his throat dry. It had been this way the entire session. They were only lightly sparring, hand to hand. He didn't know how she would react to him flying or to ki blasts and then like. He remembered that his father told him not to rely on his ki for everything. It was good to know the basics and to be efficient in them. So far, she was proving how rusty he was.

She looked up, smirking and then stood, holding a hand out for him. He grasped it and she pulled him up. Standing, he brushed himself off and looked over to her. She just smirked again and raised her hands in a truce. They had been sparring for the past three hours, sometimes he won, sometime she won. He rolled his eyes and then conceded. It was only a simple sparring match. They were only here to learn new things. He learned to never let her get a punch or a touch in because it could cripple him if she wanted it to. He also learned she was as fast as she said, was a good hand to hand combatant, she could grapple and she was very flexible. He also learned that the skin of her hands was smooth and cool and just slightly damp but that seemed to be the norm for her. He would also feel a tiny jolt of electricity whenever she laid her hands on him. At first he thought it was just his mind, the raging hormones and the like. But Trunks did think that once or twice he saw sparks flicking up her fingers. Still, it just could be his addled mind playing games on him.

She sighed and then undid her hair and let it loose. To him, it was glorious, the way her bright red hair would float softly over her shoulders and down her back. She ran a hand up through the tresses and then looked around her. Darkness was falling on the ridge, the sun was setting in the west. It was summer, the days hot and the nights warm. Spotting a thick tree , she turned and made her way towards it. Blinking, Trunks followed trying very hair not to let his eyes slip to the enticing sway of her hips nor the very luscious curve of her behind. Gritting his teeth against another hard-on, one of many today, he looked past her to the tree.

She came up to it and them placed her hand onto the trunk, feeling the rough edge of it's bark. Placing her forehead against it, she smiled and then turned, sliding down till she sat on the ground, surrounded by the tree's massive roots. Redd patted the space beside her and begrudgingly Trunks sat down too. They both leaned against the tree, her legs tucked up under her, his stretched out in front of him. They both stared at the setting sun, the glow flowing over them.

"Thank you for the spar , Trunks. I learned much today. You attack with brute strength but you are very fluent in martial art technique. Who taught you?" Redd asked, turning her head to look at him. The glow from the sunlight brightened her eyes, made him feel like drowning in them. He stared at her for what must have been a good few minutes before he jerked his head away and spoke.

"Umm, my father did. Learned something from friends and the like. But most of my training came from my father." Trunks said, pulling a few blades of grass from the ground then then flicking them to the wind, letting it carry them across the ridge.

"Where I came from, family is very important. Though, the parents were looked at as more vital then the children. There was a law in the village that the sins of the father shall be cast down onto the child. I know it sounds harsh but, there was very little crime in the village. It was almost un heard of. It goes that if the father or mother committed a crime and then had a family before they could be punished for the crime, the child of age must receive the punishment." Redd said, tilting her head. Trunks looked over to her sharply, frowning.

"That does sound a bit harsh, what if the only child was an infant?" He asked, looking at her, her face now turned to the setting sun. He could pick out the small curve of her nose, the swell of her lips, the rounded edge of her chin. Her lashes were long and visible. She was stunning. He could feel himself falling for her.

"Well, the authorities would wait till the child came of age. Then they would arrest them. Like I said , I know it sounds very extreme but since in my village, children were revered, not many parents would commit a crime for they wanted no harm to come to their offspring, thus the near nonexistent crime level." Redd reasoned, the wind blowing a few strands of red hair into her eyes. She was about to brush them away when Trunks reached over and pushed them out of her eyes. Looking over at him, a soft tint of red flushed through her cheeks. Smirking, Trunks realized that her brow felt just like her hands did, smooth, cool and clammy slightly. Frowning, he left his fingers brush over the skin.

"Are you alright? I mean, I know you told me that your skin always feels damp but you're cool to the touch too." Trunks said, his fingers lingering on her skin a bit longer then they should. Blushing just slightly, he pulled his hand away, his fingers burning from the touch. He wasn't sure what was going on with him, but every passing moment he spent with Redd, he knew he wanted to be with her in every sense. Sure, he had thoughts about girls like this for a while now but never this intense. She smiled at him and he could feel his stomach bottom out. She looked so vulnerable when she was relaxed. Even though he knew she could take care of herself, it made him feel protective of her.

"It's ok, I'm ok, I have a weird physiology, nothing that really affects me though, doesn't hinder my life or anything."Red smiled again and then tilted her head , watching Trunk's face. He felt the urge to shift, her gaze feeling like it reached his soul. He was nervous around her. He tried to look away , but those bright green pools kept his blue eyes locked. Red then reached over and brushed away a strand of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. He could feel that electric pulse from her fingers. It made him jump slightly and when he did, she giggled. Again, he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. Then a cool thumb brushed over his cheeks , smoothing over the reddish flesh." You know Trunks, you're very cute when you blush."

He gave a masculine groan. Cute was not something he wanted to be thought of. He wanted to have her think him strong, masculine, fierce, rugged not cute. Sighing and then shaking his head he looked up into the thick branches of the trees. " Sweet Dende, it's a curse, it has to be." That produced another giggle from her. He knew she was a bit older then him, about seven years or so, still, he didn't care. When she was relaxed or when she laughed , she seemed so much younger. Yet, he had the feeling she was hiding something from him.

"It's not a curse to be cute, Trunks. I happen to like cute in men." Redd said, her voice lowering an octave. Trunks blinked then stared into her eyes. They had gotten warmer, more soft. Swallowing sharply, he sighed and then looked away to the black sky, the stars starting to twinkle. He then felt the cool touch of her fingers along his throat. That touch started a slow burn in his stomach. He then felt her weight rest on his shoulder, her head cradled in the hollow of his throat. Blinking, feeling like a complete novice, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her to his side. Hearing a soft sigh come from her, he looked down. Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful there, resting her head on his shoulder. Well, now this was interesting. Having her body pressed to his was doing some very interesting things to his mind and body. His hand started to move up and down along her side and he tilted his head to rest on top of hers. Then he felt it, the cool damp press of lips to his throat.

His eyes widened, and then slowly closed as the kiss moved up the column of his throat to his ear where the lobe was promptly sucked into a warmish mouth. His teeth grazed his lower lip and his arm tightened around her waist. He then turned his head to look at her. Her eyes seemed to glow in the darkening night around them. He searched them, trying to find a reason why she was doing this. Red smiled softly and then cupped his cheek in her hand. Slowly, she moved in and pressed her lips to his. He could feel tingles of electricity spark along his cheek where she touched him, and thought is was nothing but the feelings he was experiencing. He had kissed girls before, that he was not stranger to. Those kisses never felt so all encompassing though. Not like this one.

Slowly, he reached up and threaded one of his hands into her hair, the strands feeling like silk. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Hearing the soft sigh from her, he pressed in, flicking his tongue along her teeth till she granted him access. He groaned, she tasted like honeydew melon. His thumb stroked her cheek as they kissed, exploring each other's mouths. Her lips felt soft, cool and moist. It was an odd feeling but he loved it. He took a deep breath and was surrounded by her scent. It was an odd mix of cinnamon, orchid and lavender. It wasn't unpleasant, hell, his body was thinking it was the best damn scent he had ever smelt.

She had moved till he was back leaning against the tree and she was straddling his legs, her body pressed up to his. Through the thin body suit she wore, he could feel every muscle in her body, ever line, every curve. Groaning , his hands came down to rest on her hips, fingers bitting into her flesh. Pulling back, he broke the kiss, his breath coming out of him in soft pants. He looked at her. A soft flush colored her skin. If that happened after only one kiss.... a soft growl escaped his throat. He was hot..way too hot. He had to calm down. He didn't know what the hell was happening to him, all he knew was that the only thing running through his mind was that there was a willing woman in front of him, on him and he had to have her.

"Redd, umm.... that was.."Trunks said, not able to find the words. The kiss had sent his whole body on fire. It triggered an intense reaction in him that no other girl had be able to do. He was fumbling, showing his true colors as a virgin. Blinking, trying to clear his mind, he saw her lean in and gently kiss his cheek.

"It was hot, Trunks."She said and she sat back, her hands resting on his chest, fingers rubbing the dark blue gi he wore. Her fingers dug in, drawing a groan from him. She then smoothed them over his chest and shoulders in a calming, relaxing way. Those electric tingles followed with her hands. "Trunks, if this is as far as you want to go, that's ok, I understand. I don't know what it is, but I want to be with you. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to be in your arms, kissing you, touching you. I don't know why, I mean it's been so fast but, I guess I was never one for waiting If I'm rushing you, please tell me."

Trunks looked into her eyes and then reached over and ran his fingers over her cheek, cupping her jaw in his hand. She leaned into his caress, resting her cheek on his palm. Smirking, now knowing for sure that this was affecting them both, he let his thumb run over her softly swelled lips. Leaning up, he called upon all he learned in sex ed , all the stuff Goten and himself had read and seen in some dirty magazines and some other things he'd read in his mother's romance novels and then placed a soft kiss upon her lips. He didn't deepen it, he just let it rest there, his lips pressed to hers. He sucked in on her lower lip, causing her to give a soft moan.

Moving his hand from her jaw to the back of her head, his fingers threaded through her tresses again, his palm cupping the back of her mouth. He let her kiss him, move her lips over his while he kept his own unmoving. Breaking the kiss, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her jaw line, his chin brushing the collar of her suit. Then he leaned up and sucked on her earlobe, getting a soft gasp from her. Grinning , he knew he found one of her spots. Nuzzling her throat, he reached behind her and found the zipper to the suit. Pulling it down, he slowly pushed the collar down and started to plant kisses down along her throat and over her shoulder. Her flesh felt cool and moist to his lips, just like her hands. He loved it.

Pulling the suit down every further, he bared the tops of her arms as well as her collarbone and the first dip of her breasts. Pulling her to him, he ran his lips over her flesh, nibbling at her collarbone, at the hollow of her throat, everywhere he could place his lips. He scent was thick in the air. He felt the deep seeded urge to take her then and there, right in the open, he needed her like he needed to breathe. He felt her shiver and somehow he knew it wasn't because of what she was feeling. Trunks felt the cold wind sweep over him too. Shivering as well, he raised his head from her and then looked at her.

"We can't do this out here, this isn't where I want it to happen."Trunks said and he slowly pulled her suit back up and then zipped it closed. Redd looked at him, slightly confused. She tilted her head and searched his eyes. Grasping her hand , he brought it down to the hard length of him that rested within his pants. He watched as her eyes widened." It's not that I don't want you, it's just when I take you first, I want it to be in a nice warm bed. Let's go home."

Blinking she gave him a small squeeze which produced a groan from him. Smirking she slowly slide off of him and stood up. Propelling himself onto his feet, he picked up his jacket and took a few breathes to calm himself down. Just looking at her there, cheeks flushed, hair all in disarray, eyes bright in the dark, made him want to take back his words and just not wait till they made it home. Home, hmmm, he would have to figure a way to get her past his parents. That was no easy task, but he was sure he could do it. Taking her hand, feeling the electricity come off of her, Trunks slowly made his way down off the ridge and towards Capsule Corp, Redd following excitement for what was to come flowing in the air.

To be Continued....

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