Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fixation ❯ Part One-Fixation ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own or make a profit of the DBZ franchise. I do believe that the honor of creating such a show, manga, etc. is of Akira Toriyama. DBZ is a trademark of TOEI Animation (says on the label of DBZ videos) and licensed by FUNimation. So from all that legal stuff, you can conclude that I DO NOT own this stuff....I just get a kick of out using their characters for entertainment purposes. So please, do not sue.

Hint of lemon, so it's rated adult.

Fixation

`I spoke as if to stone,

Your character indifferent to the surroundings.

How was I to know that you had not ears to hear

And you were blind to the lips that formed such words?

A harsh phrase should not have been used,

Instead, a gentle touch.'

It wasn't beautiful. Nor was it breathtakingly gorgeous as it would be expected to be.

I don't understand why he did it. Or why I let him go on.

But it wasn't ugly either. I wasn't in pain, I didn't feel disgust, not even remorse. Only....hunger.

I think he felt it too.

Or else, why did he even bother to try?

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She woke up with lower pains in her stomach, reminding her yet again of the night before. Never had she awoken with such conflicting emotions, not even when she had broken up with Yamcha.

But the feelings weren't all negative, although some shame was present, along with fear and adrenaline, there was some sick niceness to it. Some twisted and uncontrollable gain from last night.

She wouldn't know how to stay away from him if she tried, because now...she had known him. Known more than others had lived to see. In spite... of the fact that if she told anyone, she'd die as well.

And she could still remember that look in his eyes, that sudden fierceness arising from some fire that had not been lit before. He didn't even touch her- not completely anyway- to say he knew her body. But he knew the lower half and that was enough. That was all he wanted.

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She didn't understand. Wouldn't understand as much as him. He didn't want her. What he wanted, what he craved, was what she had. Inside.

That illusion she brought with her wherever she roamed. That aura that surrounded her, a kind of innocence that held a brutal wisdom. Maybe if he was with her, that aura would surround him as well.

Maybe that's where that fool got his power from. From the energy of others.

And if that was the source, why couldn't he tap the well too?

But it was a failed experiment, with sad repercussions. He took what he needed, gave a little something as well, and ended up with nothing he had bargained for.

This wasn't a fair deal.

He didn't want her in his mind.

Not like this.

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It felt like when I was younger, the night so hot that I couldn't stand to feel fabric against my skin. So I did what I usually did then and took off all my clothes. And when I hit the mattress I still couldn't sleep.

I decided that the next step should be taken. I should probably get a snack.

I padded down the hallway, feeling my way through the dark. I felt the first step as always and began to count down, so I would know when I was on the floor again. The wooden banister helped to guide me along, the curve of the wood letting me know that I was near the bottom. And just as that last step was supposed to appear, I bumped into him.

We stared at each other wordlessly, his cobalt eyes already adjusted to the dark.

Why didn't I speak?

A word, a syllable, a letter, something! Why couldn't I manage to utter a word?

I didn't think I wanted to.

The eerie silence was comforting for some reason and I knew it had to end. I was there for a reason, so I should move on.

The seconds have dragged on too long.

I tried to get past him when I realized his entire frame blocked the path.

"Move."

Finally! I could speak again! And although the word came out hushed, it was a relief to know that sound still existed.

His eyebrow rose, eyes glistening for a moment.

"Please."

He complied that time, but only stepped an inch.

For some reason, I shuddered, and pulled my bathrobe tighter to my body.

The night was not silent.

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I could hear the crickets chirping along with the woman's heart.

Creeek. Thud-thump. Creeek. Thud-thump.

An unusual combination but it made an easing natural sound.

She was not afraid. No, this I knew since she stopped. And for the moment- and maybe for that moment only- we felt the same thing.

So why prolong it? I might as well get what I want. There's nothing else the night is for but to cover the misdeeds of the day. If she was later ashamed, so be it. As long as she remembered that it was in the shade of darkness that she was willing to comply.

I grabbed her swiftly and pinned her against the wall.

Her reaction was not exactly what I expected, nor what I wanted.

She still wasn't afraid.

I didn't kiss her, I just moved my hand past the folds of her robe to touch her thigh. She was wearing nothing underneath. This, I liked.

Her breath sucked in as I touched and explored, she could have stopped me if she did not want this. She voiced no protest, was I to believe that she was hoping for such a thing? Maybe...

I have appeasing looks, I doubt she would reject one as me. And she...she is not hard to look at, as long as she stayed quiet and willful.

And...she smells nice.

I was growing impatient, the more I prolonged this, the more ideas she will get. I do not like this type of creativity. There is nothing more than what exists- a fuck.

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He didn't take off what covered me. He simply untied the sash so my legs were exposed and pushed himself in. He grunted loudly- that much I clearly remember- and held on tightly to my hips.

He was quick in the fact that whatever covered him was removed as he touched me. I hadn't noticed until...it actually happened.

In a way, I expected him to do it, some conscious part of my mind, far, far back knew he was capable of such things. But my reaction...that was completely different, for although I thought he might do, it did not cover the fact that I still did not know what I would do in return.

And so I did nothing. I stayed still for the few moments he adjusted himself, never speaking and motionless. My mind dulled to register what exactly was occurring. I saw it, I felt it, and yet my mind refused to believe that this had happened.

Then it clicked. Some little wheel in my head turned, the catalyst among the rest, and then I understood. Then I was capable of reaction.

It all took a couple of seconds- less than a minute- but it was the longest minute of my life.

So what did I do?

I became aware of his breathing- had he always been so close?

Ragged and heavy, sweating gliding off him onto me.

He grunted, pushed in deeper and held on tighter to my back. It hurt a little- the way he was applying pressure- but it made me lustful. It made me want to give back.

So I joined in.

I grabbed on to him in the same way that he held on to me and began to follow the rhythm.

I think he was surprised- his muscles became tense- but he eventually relaxed and ignored me. Seeking his own fulfillment instead of ours. It didn't really matter. I was doing the same.

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This was for me, not for her! Why would she try and help?

Oh but it was deliriously gratifying. I don't think a woman has ever fit me so well. I hope nothing gives her an impression...that it doesn't pop into her little blue head that I want her.

I want no one.

I was looking for something in the wrong place, that is all.

And if there are any repercussions from this, it is her responsibility, not mine.

She could have stopped me. But I think it was our yearning that didn't.

`But the touch did not matter,

For you still did not react.

Did you really want to be alone?

Or was my touch not the right one?