Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darker than Ebony ❯ Somewhere Over the Rainbow ( Chapter 8 )

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Disclaimer: The title is not mine nor is DBZ. I do own baby Kinoko and thanks to the list of vegetable words that SMDSP sent me ages ago, I guess partial rights go to her also (since that is where I got the name from).

Dedication: This is for you SMDSP. *Meep!* and to all the people who waited for almost a year for me to finish this! Gomen!

Warnings: Lemon, starts out PWP but I think the plot is kinda developing quite nicely, and slightly TWT (set during Saiyaman Saga but no World Martial Arts tournament and no Goku or Buu). Oh, and this chapter contains porn ("Saiyans Gone Wild!" ah..er…never mind…I didn't just say that).

A/N: There was never supposed to be another part to "Darker than Ebony" but my muse had other plans. And my muse is still Renegade Phoenix. You know, if she didn't bug me daily about writing, I'd never get anything done.

A/N2: I apologize for not writing for forever! Between school, work, two surgeries, and a newfound obsession with Gundam Wing manga, I've neglected all my old fics.

I graduated high school a few days ago. So now I have a short break before I start my college classes. That means that I get to spend all my time with my daughter and my mate. I am truly grateful for this time together. It will not be much longer before my little Kinoko will be walking and talking instead of spending her days cuddled up to her parents. But for right now, she is held in my arms as I rock her to sleep tonight.

I am softly singing to her like she likes. Luckily, I will not subject her to the silly songs I used to make up as a child. Piccolo never fully appreciated those, sadly. No, I no longer make up songs. I am singing something Dad used to sing when I was little. It was from some classic American movie, but he had really liked it. For some reason, his favorite character was the captain of the flying monkeys, Neko.

"…in a land that I heard of once in a lullaby…"

I drop my voice into humming softly as I take my daughter over to her crib. I smooth some of her soft, dark hair away from her forehead and place a soft kiss there. She is so beautiful even in her sleep. Sometimes I still cannot believe that she is here but she is. My daughter, a Saiyan Princess, is really here and not some distant dream. I remember when my mom finally got tired of hearing Vegeta boast about being a prince and therefore his daughter was a princess. She told flat out that Kinoko was a princess not because he was a prince from a dead planet but that I was her son. Vegeta never knew that my mother had been a princess and my grandfather was the Ox King. Of course he quickly countered with the fact that he never cared to learn more about Kakarott's mate or Earth culture. I knew he was secretly pleased that his daughter could claim royalty on both sides of her family, even if that meant that he had to claim she was part human.

"Are you going to stare at her all night humming that silly song?"

I turn around and see my mate leaning against the doorframe. He was quickly returning to his power since Bulma finally relented in turning the gravity chamber back on. It seemed that she did not like the idea of him being around the house all day with nothing to do when 'Noki was down for her nap. Those two bicker worse than any two people I know. They are like each other's evil twins.

"I could always hum something else…" I intone with a smile.

He snickers slightly and turns, walking out of the room. I think that's my cue to say good night to my sleeping daughter. I have a feeling it will be long night if Vegeta is in that kind of mood. I turn off the pink lamp on the nightstand and exit. When I enter our room, I am greeted by the sight of my mate pulling his shirt up over his head. I take a moment to ogle at him. I love the way the muscles in his back shift under his tanned skin as he moves his arms. Looking over his shoulder, he asks, "What is taking you so long?"

"I'm just admiring the scenery on my way in," I reply as I, in turn, start to disrobe. Just as my shirt clears my head, he pulls me down to join him in a very possessive kiss. As our tongues clash and battle for dominance, I can feel his heart pound in his chest that causes mine to speed up to match. It's almost as if I can feel his passion coursing through his veins.

Just as we are starting to move towards our bed, a knock sounded on our door followed by a thump on the floor in the hall. We stop dead and stare at each other. Disengaging from each other, I lift a hand to wipe my lips. Vegeta quirks an eyebrow at me and then strides towards the door. When he opens it wide, there is no one there. The only thing proving that a noise was heard, is a small box wrapped in white paper. Written on the top of the box was the word "Enjoy".

"What is it?" I ask.

"A box," is the reply I receive. Did I even expect anything more than an answer like that?

"Well, open it!" I state in mock agitation. My mate in turn, hands the box to me for me to do the honors.

I carefully peel the paper back and find a brown box underneath. Opening the box, there is a video recording tape inside. I am really hoping that it is not what I think it is.

"Should we find out what's on it?" I ask.

"If you are curious about it and cannot wait until after we finish what we were doing before we were interrupted, then by all means, watch it," Vegeta replies in a bored sounding voice. I can tell by the fact that he has been looking in at the box with as much interest as I have that he is just as curious as I am.

Turning on the rarely used television set in our room, I put the tape in to play. The whole time I am hoping that it is not what I think it is. I am not so lucky though. The images on the screen are that of Vegeta and I sparring in the gravity chamber. It is the tape of when I claimed him as my mate. I will get Bulma for not destroying the surveillance footage as soon as she knew what happened. I reach to shut it off, horrified that what I had done was on tape, but my hand was stopped.

"We will watch this, boy."

"Uh..okay," I mutter as I back up to the bed. I sink down and try to avert my eyes. Vegeta moves back so that I have to shift my legs so he can sit between them on the bed. Pulling him close, I try to hide my face in his neck as the fighting on the tape turns into something more heated. My mate shifts back slightly causing our bodies to become flush with each other. Without much thought, I wrap my arms around his warm body.

I can hear every sound we make on the tape and it is not doing good things to me. Well, it would be something good if I was not too busy being embarrassed. Suddenly, over the recorded sounds, I can hear another noise. It is Vegeta making similar sounds to that which he made during our lovemaking on the tape. I jerk my head up from his shoulder and catch site of the screen showing our bodies glistening with sweat. The sight of his body writhing beneath mine mesmerizes me.

Before I know it, I find myself fully aroused just by the sight and sound from the video. Taking advantage of my state, Vegeta starts gently moving his body against mine. My groans are now joining with the recording.

It is soon too much for us and we turn our attention from the television. Our movements become frenzied as we quickly divest each other of our pants. The contact of skin on skin makes me want to scream in ecstasy. I want to be inside him and I want there right now. Even though he is lying on top of me in the dominant position, I move so that my arousal is at his opening. That is all the warning I give him as to my intentions before I plunge into his heat. This time, we do scream.

As that sound dies out, we are already moving in search of more contact. His hands and lips are all over my face and chest; their contact is quickly driving me crazy. My hips buck wildly up towards his as he pushes himself down to meet me. I can feel the fire building within me and know that all too soon it will be over.

I bring my hand to his erection to roughly bring him to the edge with me. I claim his lips briefly before my mate finds that edge. He quickly leaps over that edge and his climax explodes with his scream. The sight, sound, and feel of his body tightening on mine, causes me to take that leap to join him.

As we slowly recover from our joining, I take a glance at the television set. I smile broadly at the sight of us lying in each other's arms. On the bed, we shift so that we are lying in almost the same position although this time, our tails wrap around each other.

"We are going to have to thank the Onna for keeping that for us," Vegeta reflects.

My face flushes with embarrassment. I cannot believe we actually tried to watch that. I hide my face in an attempt to hide my discomfort. The blush however, does not go unnoticed.

"So he's brave enough to claim his prince as his mate, but he is too shy to watch a video…"

Trying to save what little dignity I had left, I replied, "Why watch a recording when we can reenact it over and over again."

"You have a good point," he states as he kisses me with a passion that is quickly rekindling.

OWARI! The End! Fin!

Look ma! I actually finished a fic! Ok…I really don't want my mommy to look. That might not be good. How about, Look Renegade Phoenix! I did it!!! *happy dances*