Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing the Boundaries ❯ To Live the Fantasy ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

He backed me up against the wall moving closer until there was nothing but a breath of air between us. " I know what you're thinking, " he muttered quietly running a finger lightly along my cheek.

" Wh-what do you mean? " I stammered nervously trying to avoid that piercing blue stare.

" I've seen the way you look at me, " he leaned in so closely that I could feel his hot breath against my neck. " I can smell your desire all over you. "

I tried to say something in response, but the words refused to come. He grabbed my wrists then, pinning them against the wall high above my head. He was much taller than I, and I was practically forced to stand on my toes to accommodate the position.

" And right now you're wondering just how much of what you know about the Saiya-jin race is really true...our temperament, our instincts, and our mating practices. You're afraid of what I might do, or what I might not. My power excites you like nothing in this world has ever managed to, and it makes your head spin feeling me so close. " His lips brushed over the flesh of my neck.

The sensation coursing through my body was so intense that I thought for certain I would faint, but somehow I managed to stay conscious. The only thing that kept me on my feet was his hands still grasping my wrists.

He drew back slightly, a teasing little smile touching his lips, " But what would a Saiya-jin Prince wish with a little human girl? "

I shook my head slightly, not knowing how to reply...not that I could have forced the words out if I knew what to say. For a minute I became lost in the impossibility of the situation, pondering if this was just some dream from which I would wake at any moment.

My reverie was broken when I felt his sharp teeth graze against my neck. I gasped loudly and felt my entire body tremble violently. A throaty laugh rose from the young prince as he continued to nip at my sensitive flesh, eliciting a series of soft whimpers.

" Is this what you wanted, girl? " he growled.

I could feel his ki raise. It wasn't visible, but you could feel it clearly. Where his skin touched mine, a warm tingling sensation appeared. " I - " It was all I could say before his mouth captured mine with a near violent intensity. His entire body pressed against me, and I was almost overwhelmed by the feelings engulfing me.

Several minutes passed before he finally pulled back, " Open your eyes, " he demanded.

Hesitantly I did as he asked. I was especially careful to avert my eyes from his.

" I could kill you in a heartbeat you know, " he said roughly.

A strand of his dark silky hair brushed my flushed cheek, and I felt his energy surge again. The tingling on my flesh intensified, almost burning, and I winced, struggling slightly.

This brought another deep chuckle from the Saiya-jin, " You can't possibly believe that you can get away, do you? "

When I didn't reply, he finally let my arms fall back to my sides then caught my chin with one hand, " You're at MY mercy, do you hear me? "

Part of me was terrified...I had no idea what this man was capable of doing. No anime, no manga, no fanfic had prepared me for this confrontation. But somewhere under that fear was another, more intense, emotion. Desire. Being subject to the whims of the Saiya-jin warrior held more excitement for me than I would dare ever to speak...or write.

I nodded slightly and blushed more deeply. That heightened color did not escape the sharp observation of the young man towering over me. A second later he had grabbed me and thrown me onto the bed. I took that moment to look up at his face, and what I saw there sent me reeling.

His eyes were literally ablaze, gleaming in the dim half-light cast by the single candle burning on my dresser. Dark locks of hair framed his heat flushed face as he glared down at me, daring me to defy him as he slipped the Capsule Corp jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. This left him clad only in a thin black tank top that stretched taunt across his well muscled chest and a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips.

Here was my ultimate fantasy manifested before me, and yet my fear grew every second that I stared into his eyes. This is what I wanted more than anything...right? But that dream was based on what I knew from a cartoon, a book, and my own vivid imagination. This fierce warrior prince standing over me was something more than I could comprehend, and not once in my darkest fantasies had I ever envisioned an expression akin to the one on Trunks' face just then.

I saw that Vegeta-like smirk grace his lips and fought the urge to run *I could kill you in a heartbeat you know* His words echoed repeatedly in my head forcing me to remain motionless, save for the uncontrollable shaking of my body.

He never moved, or so I thought, until I heard the distinct sound of fabric tearing and felt a sudden chill as the silk night gown I wore was torn away. Rational thought abandoned me then as I tried to leap across the bed and out of his reach. It was utter foolishness.

Trunks' hand tangled in my hair pulling me to an abrupt and painful halt as a startled yelp caught in my throat. He yanked me back, and I didn't fight it. With a single hand he flipped me onto my back, and I was left staring helplessly up at him. I wanted to close my eyes or look away, but I was strangely transfixed.

He lightly pressed two fingertips against the base of my throat, relishing the feel of my heartbeat racing beneath them, then those fingers began to trail slowly downward between my breasts then along my stomach.

When he reached the edge of my panties, he paused, as though reconsidering his actions. But then with a sudden desperate motion, he tore those away as well tossing them aside with his jacket.

I trembled as he pulled the tank top over his head. His perfectly tanned skin was moistened with a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the candlelight. When he snapped his belt in his haste to disrobe, I closed my eyes and gripped the blanket beneath me with both hands.

There was no way to fight him...there was no way to run...there was nothing I could do but lay here and accept my fate.

The heat of his body burned my bare flesh as he fell upon me, his lips locked hungrily on mine once more. My hands stayed to my sides still holding tight to the covers while my mind struggled to come to terms with what was happening.

I felt one of his legs slip between my knees. Every muscle in my body tensed against this invasion...a final, desperate attempt to stop his fevered assault. I cried out as he forced my legs to part before raising up slightly.

Dampened strands of hair clung to his neck, and his breath was quick and hard. He stared at me with those cerulean eyes...dark, wild orbs without remorse. He smiled coldly, and with a single viscous thrust, he took me.

My piercing scream cut through the shadows of the room mingling with the prince's deep groan. The energy radiating from his body was so intense that I could feel it, burning trails of fire across my flesh. His mouth pressed to mine yet again, as his teeth caught my lower lip and bit sharply, drawing blood.

I winced and felt hot tears streaming down my face, but they only seemed to feed his lusty intentions. Every thrust was fast and deep, filling me to the very core. He increased his pace, and I feared that he would tear me in half.

I was teetering on the verge of consciousness as he continued to take his pleasure from me, and I would have gladly welcomed that peaceful void to end the pain wracking my battered body. But, Goddess help me, no reprieve was granted, and the agony went on.

His body tensed, and though it didn't seem possible, the relentless speed of his motions increased yet again. I was only vaguely aware of his mouth against my neck. His ki surged tearing me from the almost detached state I'd fallen into. My eyes opened wide as I cried out, only to see that his hair was now an indescribable deep gold fanned out across his shoulders.

At that second I begged for death. He withdrew again, almost completely, then hesitated a moment before impaling my body a final time. Simultaneously, I felt his teeth pierce my flesh as he growled deeply.

Ecstasy. From the pain and exhaustion came an overwhelming wave of pleasure like nothing ever before experienced. The energy that had burned my flesh became a part of it, fueling me...healing me. I could feel his climax pulsing in time with my own...his thoughts echoing in my head...we were no longer two souls, but one entity intertwined, defying the confines of this mundane world...proving once and for all that anything is possible.