Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 8

Hi… Sorry it's been a while - had a crazy, crazy week

 

I'm starting to find this a wee bit difficult to write now… there's so much I want to make happen!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball.

 

 

The rain continued to lash down on the disturbed Saiya-jins. They had been sat here for hours now, still in the same position.

 

Pan's body occasionally shook with violent sobs and Vegeta would pull her in close to him again. Neither one had spoken for what seemed an age.

 

Regardless of the dark clouds billowing overhead, daylight was starting to break through the clouds. Trunks still hadn't moved from his unconscious position and Pan started to worry.

 

“Vegeta-sama… I think you should take him home now. It's cold and he's still hurt. He hasn't recovered.”

 

Vegeta gave a slight nod and got to his feet, his arms feeling empty after holding the young woman for so long. He watched Pan rise into the air and head towards her house - not acknowledging him as she flew away. He thought it to be understandable. She would have had a really rough night - it's a shock to any young Saiya-jin woman to experience a potential mate in heat for the first time, let alone one who (for want of a better phrase) wasn't all there.

 

He turned towards his son. Trunks was breathily steadily - he seemed more asleep than anything. He hoisted the young man over his shoulder and started for Capsule Corp., wondering how he was going to explain the state of his son to the Woman.

 

 

Stream rose in the tiny bathroom, the smell of relaxing patchouli filling her senses. She slid further down in the bathtub, her tears mixing with the frothy water around her.

 

He was like an animal. Completely raw, wild and downright scary - when his eyes met hers she wasn't looking at a childhood companion; no, he was a stranger in her mind. It seemed as though he had been possessed… She laughed that off half-heartedly. That seemed like such a stupid thing to think. They weren't in a movie or anything as farfetched as that… There had to be some rational explanation.

 

Pan sighed to herself, letting the scalding hot water work its magic on her tired body and mind. There was a time when if Trunks had wanted her like that she would have succumbed no matter what the circumstance. She couldn't quite decide whether she would have gone along with it had he not been so taken with whatever mentality he was feeling.

 

What about Vegeta?

 

She could have screamed. The man was torturing her every second of every day. How did she submit so readily to him? It's not like she wasn't scared - she was terrified at the time - but as soon as his hands, his lips starting working their magic she was putty in his hands. What she wouldn't give to feel those climes of ecstasy again.

 

One night. The words were a vicious torment to her. A constant reminder of what she could never have.

 

Trunks was a logical alternative, sure, but he needed help at this present time. There was something missing with him… his demeanour only hours previous had been different. It was like there was some imbalance in his personality - a switch that had been flicked - and suddenly he was back to being a Neanderthalic mess.

 

She brought her fingers up to her temples and started to massage them gently. Her head was pounding with all this `new-found wisdom' and unwanted attention. She would go and see Trunks later - after all, he was a friend and his recent actions weren't him in the slightest. He would have never done something that drastic and rash in his normal state of mind.

 

He needed help, yet Pan wasn't quite sure that she was the one to give it.

 

 

The Woman had been screeching for what seemed like an eternity and Vegeta thought his sensitive eardrums were close to bursting point. The boy had been given a senzu bean and was sleeping off whatever injuries or discomfort may have been left.

 

In Vegeta's mind it was more likely the exhaustion from his primal rampage, but the blue-haired siren in front of him needed not know the complete circumstances of her son's condition.

 

“Vegeta? VEGETA! WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!”

 

The Saiya-jin Prince snapped out of his thoughts, sending a deadly glare towards his aging mate. He had noticed, even more so over the past weeks that she was, well, in his view - past it now. He did (to an extent) feel bad that she would have to watch herself age whilst still looking to his ever-youthful face every morning. He couldn't help it however - he was sure at one point he would have rather aged with her than watch her slowly leave him. However, his prerogative on that particular subject had changed dramatically in only 72 hours.

 

Confused blue eyes met steely onyx. Bulma sighed and put her weathered hands on her hips.

 

“What came over him for you to do this?” She questioned, more softly than before. No matter how hard she tried, she could never stay too angry at Vegeta for any period of time. She could read him better than he thought. His eyes told a story - whenever he was angry, upset, confused or even guilty. She swore she saw confusion and guilt dance around in his midnight pools, but as soon as it started it was gone, replaced with his hardened armour she had grown used to living with - even fond of.

 

“The boy's in a `heat' of sorts. His age is dictating he needs to find a mate.” Was Vegeta's curt reply. He let it sink in for a few moments before continuing. “His Saiya-jin traits are fighting to become more dominant. He knows what he wants and he will stop at nothing until he gets it.” As soon as he finished his sentence he turned and left the room, leaving mother to heal son.

 

 

 

A surprisingly gentle caress, the way his fingers dug into her hips, the rare sparkle she caught when her eyes met his.

 

His kiss, rough, yet full of emotion and tender, loving care; he guided her, showed her the way of a real woman. He showed her a real man. His hand cupped the small of her back, bringing her closer into him.

 

The beating of his heart, her head pressed up to his firm chest. She could have sworn it was in sync with hers.

His hot breath on her neck, she shuddered at the feel and realised that he was behind her; she spun round and her eyes met his for only a fleeting second before his lips captured her own. The battle for dominance raged - each inner Saiya-jin was fighting to get out, but of course she would submit. She let his hands roam her young body, touching her in places she would have never imagined would release such pleasure.

 

Her eyes half closed, her mouth slightly open, she could hear his faint moans as her hands worked their feminine magic down his stomach. The spectacle before her was astounding, he was truly captivating; she couldn't tear her eyes away.

 

His cocky smile, the way it seemed as though he knew what she was thinking - how her inexperience was transformed into a turn-on. The Saiya-jin side released and his rough grip - her scream mingling with the hot air around them; heights that were never thought attainable were reached in one night - two sounds becoming one - two bodies intertwined.

 

One simple kiss.

 

Pan moaned, awakening herself from her memories. Her daydreams were far too vivid now. The Saiya-jin Prince had poisoned her mind. She looked down to realise that she was still lying in the bath, which was now uncomfortably cold. She pulled herself out and stood shivering before the mirror, scrutinising every curve.

 

She ran her hands over her bare hip bones. She could still see feint bruises from the previous night. Frustration seeped through her veins. She was aching for him. She could shriek with the irritation. She pulled at her hair, her reflection taunting her. She remembered watching soap operas with her mother whenever she used to be absent from school. The afternoons whiled away with stories of illicit affairs and seemingly happy endings - until a point. The man would ravish the woman. The woman would leave, protesting it was all a mistake. The woman would be alone, pining for her forbidden lover - he would come, they would be together again, and again, and again. Then in soaps they were never clever enough to be as discreet as needed be, and they would be found out. Sparks would fly and the adulterous pair would get their comeuppance.

 

But they weren't as stupid as soap opera characters. They could be clever. They could hide any `goings-on'; couldn't they?

 

She sighed deeply and reached for a bath towel, wrapping herself tightly.

 

“I wonder if Vegeta feels the same way…” she murmured, moving into her bedroom to get changed for the rest of the day. Her parents had gone out long ago, shouting something about going to help her Grandmother Chi-Chi tend to her garden.

 

She held the towel tightly to herself and looked out of her window, appreciating the view of the rolling valleys of Mount. Pazou and the soft breeze caressing her face. She loved living in such a secluded area. She had always been one for nature over the stifling heat and bustle of the city.

 

“Do you think of me like I think of you?” She asked the picturesque hills in her line of vision. She smiled when she realised just how silly she was being. “There's no way, my Saiya-no-Ouji. I was but a distraction.” Her smile faded as the words rolled off her tongue before she was aware of even thinking them.

 

A distraction.

 

Anger turned her world red. “VEGETA-SAMA!” She shouted with unparallel rage. Tears involuntarily rolled down her cheeks, running off her chin until they stained her collarbones. The ache she felt for the older man was still present, showing no signs of leaving - she swore it was going to drive her insane.

 

“You get me addicted, and then you turn your back… You're nothing but a coward!” She screamed out again at the landscape before her, clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white.

 

The wind picked up and she recoiled as a strong gust sent leaves flying up into her face. She gasped as she felt the presence of the one she so desperately wanted mere seconds ago.

 

“How dare you call your Prince a coward.”

 

 

Argh! That. Was. So. DIFFICULT!

 

Constructive criticism and your lovely views and ideas on how (or how should) this continue would be amazing.

 

My mind's been fried with all manner of dilemmas in the past week, so your help would be appreciated!

 

Happy Wednesday!

 

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