Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ Spoiled Rotten ( Chapter 1 )

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Dark Desire

Chapter One

Spoiled Rotten

That blue-haired onna is spoiled rotten; there is no doubt about it. Everyone gravitates towards her, to be in her sphere of influence. She is beautiful, smart and rich, everyone wants to be her, and since they can't be her then they want to be near her to bask in the glory that is her.

It makes me sick. How could one person have so much? She has never known a day of darkness, or pain. The closest she ever came to pain is when I arrived on her world and killed her friends. The first sharp stab of fear that she felt was when she was on Namek. All of that was thanks to me. I smirk wickedly at the thought. Now as I dwell in her home, I can smell her fear all around me. Oh, she hides it well enough, but it is there. It is a fragrance that is sweet to me, with a hint of saltiness from her perspiration. The onna always breaks out into a sweat when I am near.

I can hear her when she thinks I am not around. Her laughter grates on my nerves, like the nails on a chalkboard. What was there to be happy about? Then I would remember that there was no reason for her not to be happy. She has everything. She is loved, corseted and protected. I briefly wonder what that feels like, but I quickly shake off the thought as insignificant.

I have begun to watch her more and more closely in the last year. At first, I avoided everyone in the household, being near them makes my skin crawl. She draws my attention though, with her sparkling eyes and quick wit, not that she ever displays that with me. No, we do not speak.

The more I watch her the more my anger builds. It is not fair that she is so happy. Immersed in her perfect life, with parents that give her all that money can buy and a mate that dotes on her, even if he is whipped.

I watch them interact sometimes. She says jump and he says how high. It is sickening really, how he bows to that female. Sometimes, when he is at his most pathetic I see something in the back of the onna's blue eyes. It's just the barest whisper of an emotion. Was it hate? No, the onna didn't know of hate until I came, surely she doesn't harbor that for her mate. Was it dread? No, she does not fear her mate, though the weakling certainly does fear her. As far as I can see she only fears me. It must be disgust. Yes, it was disgust for her mate's weakness. She keeps that to herself though, as she sparkles like a rare jewel for everyone to see. Inviting all to look, but not to touch.

No one ever sees me while I watch her, I stand in the shadows while the light surrounds her. She is everyone's center of attention, even mine. I watch no other, only her.

I have never had to go long lengths of time without a woman to satisfy my needs. On the ship there were plenty of whores for the men to slake their lusts on. Being the Prince, I was not allowed to have a "relationship" with any of the female warriors or any other woman that I would come across. The Monster only allowed me access to the ship's whores because they could not bear children. After all it wouldn't do for the Sayian Prince to breed an heir now would it?

That was one order that I took great delight in disobeying. I would purposely seek out women and seduce them into my bed. Pleasuring them so intensely that their screams rang though the corridors of the ship, heralding that I really was a man, no matter what the Monster did to me. That was what it really was about. I could care less if the females got off with me. I just needed to prove to myself that I was a man and not His bitch. The beatings I would receive afterwards were the most satisfying of all. The Monster's rage would spill over to the women I spent my nights with and they would end up dead for their indiscretion, but I did not care. Soon no females on the ship would sleep with me, no matter the rumors of my expertise, it was not worth their lives. So I would find women to satisfy me on the worlds that I would visit.

I stand on the roof of the GR, surveying the sprawling city before me. I have slipped through its back alley's and dingy pool halls. I have seen "humanity" and was comforted by it. Living at Capsule Corp I had began to wonder if these humans were made of sunshine and cotton candy as the onna seems to believe, but they are not. I have seen the degradation and pain they cause each other. It is the same the universe over, beings like to hurt each other, it is a primal pleasure.

I glance back at Capsule Corp. The onna is supposed to be well-traveled, yet she still believes in the innate goodness of everyone. Even in myself, which is why she may have had asked me to stay here in the first place. I was shocked that day when she approached me after Namek had been destroyed. I could smell her fear mixed with the barest hint of arousal, which had made me smirk all too knowingly. The onna had wanted me, so she had briefly conquered her fear and invited me into her home. However since that day she had avoided me like the plague. Looks like her fear got the better of her after all. Poor, perfect onna.

The more I observe her and her blatant pleasure at being alive the more I want to crush her silly dreams of love. I want to see her writhe with the realization that evil does exist. In fact, it exists in her very home. It isn't fair that someone should have so much.

I float up into the sky and fly back to Capsule Corp. It is summer, and I have discovered that the onna leaves her balcony doors open while she sleeps so that a cool breeze can waft through her room. She is coddled and protected and so she never considers that someone would intrude into her castle. I smirk, the onna does not fear anything, but me. I am her nightmare.

I drift across the room, without even a whisper of sound and stop to stand above her while she sleeps. She is so peaceful while she lays there, sprawled out on her back, her arms thrown wide. Unhindered even in her sleep, knowing no pain, only the peace of contentment.

I reach down grasping the corner of the sheet and pull it off her, revealing her body to me. She has painted her toenails--again. I roll my eyes at her odd primping habits. My eyes trail up her pale smooth legs, so often revealed to me as she prances around in her short skirts and cutoff shorts. She is wearing pink panties with something scrawled across the top with sparkling letters. I squint my eyes to see it better. Princess, it reads. I almost snort. She's wearing a spaghetti strapped top that bunches at her waist leaving her flat midriff bare showing her belly button. Her breasts swell lusciously, almost falling out over the low cut neckline. Finally my gaze stops again on her face. Her aqua hair flows over her pillows in reckless abandon framing her perfect features. Gods, she really is beautiful.

When she first began to tease the edges of my mind, I had thought it was because she was the only available woman in my area. The onna was beautiful, there was no denying that, and she was the only one here in my age bracket.

I have ventured out across the world on my numerous trips away from Capsule Corps and I have sampled many earth women. From delicate Asian beauties to French madams, and while they all have their own unique feel, I always come back to the blue onna. I can't get her out of my mind.

I reach out my hand, trailing my fingers down her porcelain cheek to rest on the fluttering pulse at her neck. I lay my other palm flat on her stomach and nearly jump at the shot of electricity that jolts through me. I glance up at the onna but she doesn't move. Touching her always ignites a pleasure within me that I have never felt before. I don't fully understand the sensation, but I enjoy it immensely. I move my hand further down, skimming across her panties to rest at the juncture of her thighs. My middle finger slides down her cleft to rest against her most tantalizing spot. I am reward with her light scent of arousal perfuming the air. The onna shifts in her sleep but does not wake.

I sit like that for a few minutes, applying only slight pressure to her bud. Eventually her legs shift apart, giving me greater access. Slowly I move my finger slightly, teasing her clit until it swells and her panties begin to dampen. The onna turns her head and moans lightly. Her hips jerk and her pulse begins to race.

I move my other hand from her neck and slide it down to rest on her breast, flicking her already hardened nipple with my thumb. Her back arches a little and her head rolls back on her graceful neck. The onna is very sensitive to the touch.

I apply more pressure to her slick flower, causing the friction to grow as I squeeze her breast lightly. Her hips start to rock with the rhythm that I create and I can feel her climax building. I pull down her top, setting her nipple free as I lean down to lick its crest. I lightly bite down on the rounded pearl, causing the woman to jerk as her climax hits her. She throws her head back and releases a low moan as her thighs become slick with her juices.

Her eyes flutter as she begins to wake from the rollicking emotions that flow through her. Vaguely she notes the pressure of hands on her breast and crotch, but when she finally opens her eyes, there is no one in the room.