Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Child of Desire ❯ Step a Little Closer ( Chapter 4 )

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Child of Desire

 

Chapter Four: Step a Little Closer

 

 

The mess hall was almost empty except for a few benches that remained occupied by soldiers that were engaged in lazy conversation. Temy and Nara shared one, the older girl carrying a flush from some liquor she had smuggled on her last mission. She had drunk enough of it that her head was a little hazy which is why she decided to rest it on the table. The other members of her team had left a long while ago and the only one to stay behind was her fellow Sachia. Temy was way too dozy to give her a piece of her mind. Whenever she wasn't on the medical bay, all she did was follow her around, like some annoying little pet who wouldn't take a hint.

 

 

“…so that is why I said, you prick me with that, I'll make sure I hunt you later on and kill you.” She made a fist and waved it at the air. “…and Temy will definitely have your ass on a platter if I don't manage to get to it myself. You know… Longbeak looked rather scared at that notion.” Her face turned into a pout. “Well, he pricked me anyway. See, he had others to restrain me while they performed those odious tests. But I'll get to him sometime. I mean, we will get to him sometime.”

 

 

Temy flinched. What a stupid little…She just couldn't manage to say anything. That thing had been a lot more potent than she had imagined. Hell knew what it'd been made of, but a few sips had made her head spin like a space vortex. She moved her head to rest on her chin and look at Nara, no…there were 2 Nara's now talking to her and both were equally disturbing.

 

 

“Temy? Are you ok? Your eyes are glazy. I told you, you shouldn't be drinking things that are marked x on the tag. I think it's generally agreed that x on the tag is universal for “be extremely cautious”. Whatever possessed you to do that? You should be thankful it didn't wind up killing you. For all you know it could have been poison.”

 

 

The older one snarled, but her droopy eyes prevented her from looking menacing. In fact, Nara thought she looked a bit funny in that state, limp and groggy.

 

 

The 14 year old sighed and decided to keep playing with her eating utensils, trying to create some sort of tower. Unfortunately, despite her efforts the lot tumbled down rather loudly as each fork, knife and stick clanked together and bounced on the chrome surface of the table. Nara lifted her eyebrows and pushed them aside. So much for that.

 

“Temy…” She rested her chin on her hand while drawing imaginary circles with her finger. A small silence stretched on. “What does it feel like to sleep with him?”

 

 

At the sound of that, Temy straightened her back and looked at her in bewilderment. “What?”

 

 

“Him…the boy. You know…“ She kept moving her finger around lazily “I met him yesterday, I know it is him. He was badly injured and when the regen tank failed to bring him back to full health, I had to treat him. He was close to dying.” Nara lifted her eyes which were wide with curiosity.

 

 

Strangely enough, a lot of the numbness had suddenly lifted off of Temy's head. She now fixed a stare in the other one's direction, a little surprised at the news, but not too much. Nothing seemed to go unnoticed in the place, and the kid remained too close to her to let anything slip by.

 

 

“I uh…” Temy shifted her eyes making Nara issue a small smile.

 

 

“He almost hurt me with a sudden burst of energy, but I am sure he really didn't mean it that way. He could have killed me afterwards if he had wanted to, but he didn't. He instead just gave me this look, have you noticed how dark his eyes are? I've never seen eyes so dark. They were so deep. Why did he look so pissed off? Is he always like that? Well, you are pissed off all the time as well…”

 

 

Temy shifted her eyes back in Nara's direction, an expression of total puzzlement in her features. “um…”

 

 

“I noticed the doctor and Mr. LB where rather scared. He didn't seem so menacing to me really. I've seen heavier, more muscled guys around this place.” Nara's nose wrinkled a bit in disgust. “But he is much leaner and smaller, but then you know him much better I suppose.” She kept drawing circles on the table. “Is he really a prince?”

 

 

Temy's face was contorted into a comical look. She then stood up, wobbling a little while she felt the entire hall swirl around her. Maybe drinking that shit hadn't been the smartest thing she'd done in a while. When she managed to make it stop, she shook her head and opened and closed her eyes several times, attempting to gain some focus.

 

 

She turned to walk away, but something stopped her in her tracks. A feeling swelled in her chest, temporarily diffusing the after effects of the powerful beverage. The notion of jealousy was foreign to her species. She came from a race were women shared a single male and did so happily as the way of life and culture. In fact, women longed for the feeling of bonding produced by devoting themselves to the same man. It was their idea of family, of belonging and even of sexual arousal. Group sessions were a given most of the time. What rose in her chest was something else.

 

 

Temy looked at the girl with blazing eyes. Her voice, for once acquired a clear, sharp tone to it. “Child, you ask too many questions; don't force me to shut your mouth up for once and for all.”

 

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It had been two weeks since Temy's team had arrived at the base. She was supposed to leave for her new mission in a week, a sort of examination that involved them enduring a test that was supposed to prove how well they did on a planet with almost un-breathable air. It made for terrible conditions to them, but Frieza wanted to expand his horizons and broaden his target market. There were several species that thrived under atmospheres that were nearly poisonous to the majority of oxygen breathing creatures. Some of those societies were rather wealthy and in need of moving unto planets that met their unique requirements. What kept Frieza on top was not only his tremendous power, but his also his eye for business.

 

 

She fidgeted in her place, while surrounded by several other soldiers at troop review. Frieza hovered about at the front, sitting in his egg shaped chair, flanked by the undyingly loyal Dodoria and Zarbon. She just hated how that pig and that conceited green bastard pranced about with airs of dignity and power. What she hated the most was having to stand at these sort of meetings, where Frieza would take a god awful time to get his point across, as if he almost enjoyed making them suffer before his presence, whether it was making them nervous or making some of them bored. She suffered from the latter.

 

 

“Sector C, System 1.3. Planet Nanoget, Examination…” He paused and lifted his cold eyes to the lot. “…pending. The systems are still not up and ready due to some sort of technical…” His eyes shifted to the technical staff, issuing a quiver on them” …problem. Of course I expect that to be resolved in the following days.” Temy swore she could almost hear the techs gulp.

 

 

So she was still stranded here indefinitely. Good, for all she knew it could mean the last few days of her life. She never really counted on making it alive after being assigned to a mission. These tests tended to be particularly fatal, or so she heard. It was Frieza going overboard with greed. She stood on the tip of her toes and glanced around. It didn't take her long to spot the flame like mane a few spots down her line. Gritting her teeth, she stood upright and stared ahead.

 

 

Vegeta remained with eyes closed as he took in the seemingly endless stream of words uttered by Frieza. His arms were crossed and he tapped his fingers, grappling at the few threads of patience left in him. Troop review…how incredibly humiliating and disgraceful. He should have been the one standing at the front and not the other way around. He was old enough to understand exactly where the whole picture was wrong. It was only right to want to change it desperately, however, standing between Nappa and Radditz, surrounded by the pitiful scum around them, only made his helplessness clearer to him. In fact that recurring sensation of suffocation returned to him with a vengeance.

 

 

“That is the current situation as far as assignments go.” Frieza concluded in a relaxed tone. There was a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

 

 

“Lord Frieza…” Zarbon interjected. “Team S3, I believe you forgot to mention the status on them?” His face was remarkably composed after having spoken without Frrieza's approval. However, the Ice-jin did not seem bothered by his interruption at all.

 

 

Nappa and Radditz tensed up, but Vegeta remained the same, jaw clenched, fingers tapping, eyes closed.

 

 

“Zarbon…I suppose you are right.” He deliberately took his time before adding the next words to his speech. “pending.” The green warrior and Dodoria both grinned, looking rather pleased at the sound of their master's voice.

 

 

Nappa uttered a Saiyan swear under his breath.

 

 

“Now unto other matters…” After much pontification on Frieza's part, Vegeta felt he just couldn't take it anymore. He gnashed his teeth and gripped his arm, sinking his fingers deep enough to create a bruise. His eyes flung open and he looked about him, he knew she wouldn't be hard to find. She was the one thing that came to his mind, like a prominent need that demanded to be satiated. It was still a little inexplicable to him, how she turned the key in him, where her power laid, how she managed to drain him so effortlessly, but he didn't want to concern himself with pointless questions. All that mattered was him and her and now.

 

 

 

Temy darted her eyes in his direction as if she was a moth drawn to a flame that smoldered not too far away. She was rather irritated herself, the air in the room way too thick and heavy for her liking. She met his gaze with wistful eyes and a flicker of understanding ignited within them. Vegeta then shifted his eyes and looked straight ahead.

 

 

She felt her impatience grow into almost unbearable heights. Thankfully, only moments later she noticed Vegeta turn around and simply walk away from the meeting, leaving a stunned bunch of soldiers behind.

 

 

“Vegeta…” Radditz said, bewildered and worried about the consequences of his action.

 

 

“Leave him be. It will be ok.” Nappa motioned for the long haired youth to look at the front instead. “Frieza knows he's got the upper hand.”

 

 

It seemed like an eternity before the whole deal was over but it finally came to an end. Temy was already moving before being formally dismissed.

 

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She opened the door to the storage room. It hadn't been difficult to find him with the loud pounding on the wall. She didn't flinch at all, not even when she saw the sheer strength with which he was venting his fury, the wall already beginning to dent tremendously under the pressure of his fists.

 

 

Temy shut the gate and stood still, hearing him groan and pant in exasperation. He had begun to sweat and he suddenly fell on his knees. The amount of force he had exerted had left him seemingly exhausted. The female frowned and scrutinized him with unyielding eyes. After a few moments of him kneeling on the floor and striving to regain his breath she frowned and decided to shorten the distance between them. Walking steady steps towards him, she didn't once hesitate. She knew he was grappling with the blazing temper that had earned him a distinct reputation but there was a sense of security within her. If anything, she knew she was safer here than anywhere else.

 

 

Vegeta lifted his gaze and met her eyes, following her movement as she knelt in front of him. He knew she would find him. Lately it had been about the only certainty he had had, and seeing her there, right before him made at least some of the mayhem in his mind subside. Some of it, although by no means was it enough. He grimaced and placed a hand on the floor, striving to contain the grueling flames that raged inside his chest. His mind kept playing tricks with him, threatening to submerge his sanity. Vegeta made a fist and pounded on the floor, making Temy jump a little in place. He desperately wanted to avoid losing the key to his own head.

 

 

She looked into his eyes and the turmoil that hid behind them was rather clear. A whirlwind of black rage had twisted his features into an almost maniacal expression.

 

 

Temy snarled at him and bared her pointy fangs. “The things you make me do…Saiyan” She almost spat the last word. Her face was drenched in her own anger, emphasized by the glittering daggers that were her squinting eyes.

 

 

Vegeta fixed his frown on her with the same intensity, and after a while his mouth curled up, letting an almost manic laughter blare through. When it got reduced to a diminishing chuckle he actually whispered to her in a voice drenched with innuendo. “I want some more”.

 

“I don't”

 

 

“Don't toy with me, Temy...“ His voice was a low rumble, muttered under the eyes of a predator. It really didn't scare her as much as it made her tingle. She thought her name sounded delicious the very few times he had spoken it.

 

 

She crawled slowly to where he was and licked his chin. Had he known a little about where she came from, he would have recognized the action as a precursor to Sachia mating, but he didn't really know that sort of details and for some reason she was glad for that. His breath seemed to cut off and she could have sworn she saw a hint of blush break out on his cheeks. There were moments when he could be rather shy.

 

 

Her lips hovered over his, barely touching them while she fretfully began to move her palms over his armor. It was a distinct plea to be able to feel his smooth and hard skin under her touch. He lifted his arms and she took the opportunity to lift the protective plate over his head, his willingness only fueling her need even more.

 

 

Vegeta blushed when he discovered his chest was now exposed to her eyes scrutiny. He then looked up to the light switch in the room and with a sudden burst of energy from his finger he pierced it through, making the switch crackle. The room went dark instantly and it acted as a magic wand to unleash their suffocated wanton. Nothing but sounds of rapid breathing and little moans filled the space, already heating up the atmosphere around them.

 

 

Vegeta moved gracefully to lie on his back. He remained only with the pants and the boots, his feet firmly braced against the wall and his legs slightly bent.

 

 

This was how the dirty little secret started, she remembered, instantly recognizing his movement. She could tell what he was thinking of and how he wanted it. She hadn't quite understood it back then, all she knew is it felt incredibly good, mind-numbingly good, and it came along with him. She hadn't really experienced it before. Maybe he hadn't either. After all, his hands had been quite clumsier in the beginning, compounded by her own shaky movements. But no one had known or spoken of it. Now she knew it had leaked out, somehow and it hovered above her, like an unwanted threat. She bit her lower lip with her fangs drawing a slight trickle of blood.

 

 

The darkness was so enveloping they couldn't really see each other. All that filled the air between them was the soft sound of their breathing, which got a little shallow as the moments went by. Still kneeling beside him, she moved to kiss his neck, with a soft moist sucking that instantly made him quiver. He placed a hand beneath her head, his fingers interlacing with her hair gently. Temy uttered a tiny whimper, but managed to control herself as she trailed the kisses up his chin and over his lips, which seemed rather ready to receive hers. After lending themselves to the soft suction that followed, they decided to segue into a playful twirling of tongues. She was rather pleased when she heard him issue a pleading grunt in his throat, his fervor betraying him by making him twist his hips a little. Yes, the Prince was demanding that same thing that had initially drawn them together.

 

 

Temy emitted a deep sigh of pleasure as she let her hand wander down his body and stop over the incredibly hard mound between his thighs. It was completely rigid; more than she had expected, and the roundness that lay below his shaft was rather swollen and enlarged as well. She began stroking up and down, pressing down gently but firmly over his pants, making sure she went all the way from the tip to the base and beyond, where the softer package lay.

 

Vegeta moved his hand up her thigh, frustrated at the feeling of her skintight thigh-length suit. He tugged at it impatiently, letting her know he wanted her to take it off. Temy wanted to please him, but she was presently incredibly concentrated in the act of stroking him repeatedly, indulging in the feeling and the shape of his parts. So large, she kept thinking, had it always been this incredibly large. Yes it had, she had felt it all the way, moving inside her many times.

 

 

Vegeta moved his hand and placed it between her legs, beginning to press at the softness that laid there with a finger slightly infused with energy. When it gave her the buzz, she had to stop. If she didn't she knew she'd begin with the shuddering and spasms, and she wanted to ride the wave some more.

 

 

Temy's slightly sweaty palm crawled under his pants and began massaging in direct contact with his skin. His shaft sprung out. It had already been oozing a little wetness and the feeling of it made her stomach contract in anticipation. She used it to stroke with more ease, faster, going through his entire length, from the smoothness of the tip to the thick trunk beneath it, all the way to the supple round shape of his swollen sack. The motion of her hand went decidedly much faster.

 

 

Vegeta crossed his arms beneath his head, his legs parting a little more, consciously letting her have her way with him and knowing that this portion was perhaps the best one. Heated but detached, and perfectly serviced, just as it was in the beginning. It reminded him of that first time she had made him spray all over the floor. She had seemed visibly shocked at his bodily reaction, shocked and enthralled that is. Regardless of the initial fright, they had gotten in the habit of doing it behind every one's back, and sometimes biting on his lips the way he was doing now, was the only way of coping with the feeling of excruciating pleasure without letting his growls echo through the halls.

 

 

Temy began moaning louder, shaky sounds that escaped her throat now and again when she couldn't contain them anymore. She knew he had to be nearing his limit and that only inflamed her even more. All of a sudden a warm smooth liquid sprayed her arm, and she felt his hand move over hers swiftly to begin stroking at the tip a little faster, shaking it gently in order to get rid of the load that kept shooting out. His husky groans became intertwined with his heavy breathing.

 

 

“Take your armor off” he whispered in the middle of the darkness. She obeyed hurriedly; very certain that she had never gotten undressed any faster in her entire life. She could also hear him pulling his pants and his lightweight boots off. When she was totally naked, she reached over to find his swollen parts. They were slowly becoming engorged again.

 

 

Temy lifted her leg to straddle him, grabbing his length at the base and positioning it in the right spot before pressing down to engulf it. What followed was a rhythmic, persistent motion of up and down while they indulged in a wide mouth, full on kiss that neither wanted to end. They eventually rolled around, intertwined with each other, over the heap of clothes that lay around them.

 

 

When she found herself beneath him, she made sure she gently grabbed the base of his tail. He suddenly stopped and tensed up at the feeling of her hand caressing his delicate furry organ. He still wasn't sure he wanted anyone getting that close.

 

 

“Vegeta…” her usually ragged voice, for once was a soft husky plead. A little later she felt his muscles relax some as he finally let her grab the most vulnerable part of his being. She smiled in delight and began to stroke at the base of it gently. Her motions were synchronized with his own thrusts, adding to the incredible pleasure that now shot through his body.

 

 

The kisses that followed were quick and urgent, all over her breasts, her chest, nips on the tips, licks on her neck, moans and jerks that sometimes bordered on clumsy. Temy, pushed him away as she felt a sudden need to shoot a little liquid out. She was unaware of what the substance was, but she understood it was somehow a counterpart to his own spraying, except in her case it didn't necessarily accompany the contractions. He then placed himself back inside her and began moving within again, making her contort with every thrust.

 

 

Moments later when Temy had finally released her entire lustful energy in seemingly endless waves of pleasure, he flooded her with his warm substance. His whimpers where soft and almost childish, speaking of the agonizing surprise he still felt whenever the cumming was this intense. He clenched his eyes tight and fell sprawled on top of her trying to catch his breath. At that moment, nestled between the pitch black of the place and the soothing sound of her heartbeat, he couldn't help but feel oddly good.

 

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Moments later, Vegeta removed himself from above her and began looking for his armor fretfully. She decided to remain lying down, still riding the last few contractions that came and went across her body.

 

 

So this time it's his turn to leave, she thought at the sound of his clothes rustling while he put them on. It was always like that, someone usually left right away, almost running from the scene of the crime, and today the crime was over and done with. A strange unsettling feeling sank at the bottom of her chest. To avoid dwelling on it, she decided to sit up and begin putting her own armor on, purposefully shutting him out of her mind completely.

 

 

When both were fully dressed, she sat against the wall, patiently waiting for him to exit. Strangely enough she didn't hear him move at all. Instead he remained standing, not moving an inch. Why wasn't he leaving? She almost began to get a little impatient. All of a sudden, she felt a terrible urge to be alone, a sort of bitterness rising within her. Yes, suddenly she almost felt like hitting him and maybe beginning to hate him some more.

 

 

To her surprise she heard him move to sit against the same wall as her only a few steps away.

 

“Saiyan…what the hell are you still doing here”. She spat.

 

“And why the fuck don't you leave?” He retorted in an acid tone. Temy remained silent and so did the room for the following minutes.

 

Somewhat later, the silence was finally broken. “I suppose Frieza troop reviews have their way of making it better.” She said, now rather sure neither of them would leave.

 

 

“Hn” Vegeta grunted, but she thought she perceived a hint of a chuckle behind it. The silence stretched on, but it wasn't uncomfortable for either one. Sitting with him against the wall in the middle of the pitch black room, was one of the most interesting experiences she had ever had, even if there were no words between them. She could feel the ease in his mind reciprocate her own, making something bewildering linger inside her. Maybe there was no room for bitterness right now. Maybe right now she wanted to let this other feeling crawl inside.

 

 

A few moments dragged on before Vegeta issued a curious remark. “Why is she here?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“She just sat outside the door. I can see her shadow through the gap of the gate”. He stated.

 

Temy squinted a little and noticed it too. “The damn child...”

 

He humphed. “I think I've seen her follow you around the base.”

 

Temy closed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. “Saiyan, she's not there because she is following me. She's here because she's been following you.”