Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fixation ❯ Part Two-Practice ( Chapter 2 )

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.

Lime if anything....but it's still for adults.

<~> <~> = point of view change

~*~*~ = time change or time has passed

Part Two- Practice

I opened my eyes to discover he was no longer here. I sighed, sliding down the wall and looking quickly around. The night was as quiet as it had been before, nothing stirred or shook, except my body....and maybe my heart.

He left nothing behind, no clothes, no scent.

He was obviously very swift, I guess he didn't want to talk?

And all he left.....all he left were his juices......... running down my leg.

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Damn onna!

I curse a thousand times-

NO!

A million times! The day I met her.

Doesn't matter. It's been almost two weeks since the...incident and we haven't spoken at all.

Thank the gods. Maybe someone agrees with me up there.

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She sat up, stretched and opened the bedroom window. Quickly slipping on a robe, she walked outside to the balcony, the cold pavement being the first thing to assault her senses.

There he was.

She muttered, refusing to even look at him. Instead, she concentrated on some other place and ended up looking at her mother feed the pets.

"Oh Vegeta!" Her blonde mother chirped, bouncing across the lawn to make her way to the surly saiyan. "Would you like some breakfast dear? I made waffles!"

He grumbled something and turned around, stalking back to the kitchen.

"Bulma dear!"

He froze.

"Breakfast is ready! Come down and eat with Vegeta! He could use some company!" Her mother winked flirtatiously and bounded down the walkway. She grabbed Vegeta by the arm and began to pull him toward the house. "Come on you....growing boys need their food!"

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I took as much time possible. I took a bath and then purposely spilled something over my hair.

I took a bath again, this time accidentally burning my shirt. Whatever I could do to prolong the time I had to be with him, I did it.

And I ended up taking an hour.

I walked slowly down the stairs, carefully placing one foot down and lifting the other and placing that one in front......one step at a time and only twenty more to go....

That took only four minutes.

"Oh dear, you just missed him!" My mother greeted me with a disappointed grin.

Was there such a thing?

Only with my mother.

I skimmed the room and thank Kami, he was gone.

I looked at my mother skeptically. "By how much?"

"Oh," She looked at her watch. "By half an hour."

"Mom, that is not `just missed him'."

She giggled in reply. "I guess not sweetie! Oh! But he sure was eating quickly! My, I have never seen that man eat so fast in my life! He was acting mighty peculiar, checking the staircase every few minutes! Why I bet he was waiting for you!"

"Hardly." I muttered under my breath. My mother continued her talking and I began to ignore her. I just nodded every so often and waited until the conversation was over.

I started to think back to that night. And even though I didn't want to think about it, it kept barging into my mind.

I've decided that the best way to ignore this is to think of everything, absolutely every minor detail that there was and then tire myself out. Maybe it'll be like a song, that after I play it a couple of times, I'll just start to hate it and then forget it. I hope so....

But once I began to remember...I think I recalled too much.

We didn't kiss. During the whole thing, our lips never touched. And if our lips ever moved, it was only to catch air- to take a much needed breath.

I didn't look at him. And he didn't look at me. Only when I started to respond, did we manage to make eye contact, and that was only for a second. The only look I remember is the only one he gave me: a big mix of confusion, surprise, even some sort of...annoyance. Like I was intruding on something that was his.

I am not his. That had better not be what he was thinking.... the sex wasn't his either...it belonged to no one.

The way he grunted. Small, quick grunts, or maybe disguised groans that continually puffed into my ear. I think that could have been a signal that he was enjoying himself....or hard at work.

The way he touched me. Or more like it, the way he didn't touch me. Besides grabbing my ass and holding on to it, he didn't do much more. But....I didn't touch him neither.....

Afterwards....I picked myself off the floor and went to the kitchen. I was still thirsty and somehow, I managed to get a glass of water and gulp it down like nothing had happened. And I made it back to my room, too. And..... I fell asleep, like if all I had ever done was have my glass of water, and I hadn't crashed into someone at the bottom of the stairs.

If you asked anyone, this could be counted as an unpleasant experience.

If you asked me, I'd say it wasn't.

Two more days.

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The worst.

I have murdered infants, children, women and men. I have annihilated races, cultures and destroyed more planets than I want to bother counting. I took pleasure in emitting torture and adored the thrill of the hunt- the smell of fear and the look of defeat.

Why couldn't she just be another faceless victim?

The rest I could control. I could ignore. I could forget.

This...this I cannot.

Not even with the help of the dragon balls.

It's just that despicable.

She's more powerful than I thought....

It wasn't even rape.

It couldn't be rape.

She wouldn't fucking allow it.

Instead....hell! I don't know what she did!

Was it to spite me or because she wanted to? A victim. That's all I wanted. Just to feel that superiority- to know that in my hands was the ability to control her destiny. To control her life. And she wouldn't play along!

I knew it wouldn't be rape. I wouldn't have gone through with it if there was any chance of it being that way. I just wanted to know that she wanted it. And she did. She proved me right.

So why does it feel so wrong?

Why......why does it feel like failure?

Just one more day.

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It was another of those hot nights. And this time, I knew exactly what to do. There was no question about it.

I don't keep track of the days.... or time for that matter. I can just tell when one day ends and another begins....when a week has passed by and another had begun....

How long has it been now?

About a month, give or take a few days.

I know my way around this house. I had it memorized by the first night I was here.

Know your enemy, never be caught unaware.

I'd be stupid not to know my way around by now. The best test is the darkness....slipping quietly around....knowing that no one can suspect that you are near...that is the element of surprise. That is power.

I hold that power now....

Or at least I thought I did.....but no. She knows I'm here. In fact, I think she's been waiting for me. At least she's not stupid.

No words, of course.

Ah, and no surprises either.

I think she already knew why I was here.

Short nightgown.....

And nothing below the waist.