Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fixation ❯ Part Four- Elude ( Chapter 4 )

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. And the song I'm using is not mine either, it is Hoobastank and the title is Running Away.

<*><*> = change in point of view

~*~*~ = passing of time, same point of view

Part four- Elude

The way she whispers my name.

So desperate, fervent, seductive.

Her body fits me perfectly- it always has. She knows how to respond to my wants and needs, she knows how to command her body and mine to fulfill our desires.

* * *

I don't want you to give it all up,

And leave your own life collecting dust,

And I don't want you to feel sorry for me

You never gave us a chance to be

* * *

Fulfillment.

One of the few things in this world that is worth saving.

Together, we make more than enough. However, we always lust for more.

Lust.

That is what this is.

It cannot be anything else.

I simply like feeling her raw flesh against mine. Her heated body pressed frantically against me, her legs locked around my waist, her fingers clawing at my back, her lips sucking and nipping at my lips, throat and ears.

I continue because of the passion.

Because it matches the type seen in battle.

She is aggressive and will not allow herself to be dominated.

It is entertaining to conquer and even more so to rule.

But she is good, oh yes, and she is fitted for me. This is not controlling, this is claiming what is now mine. And she is mine until it becomes a nuisance, until I grow weary.

* * *

And I don't need you,

To be by my side to tell me that everything's alright

I just wanted you to tell me the truth

You know I'd do that for you

* * *

<*><*><*><*>

"Harder." She moaned into his ear. A demanding order, but it was one it excited him to hear.

He growled, placing her legs on his shoulders.

Her hand traveled to where their bodies met and then over to his back.

He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunging in to suck on her languid muscle. He swept around her mouth, smirking as she moaned into his lips.

She refused to let go, pulling him down and using her arms as leverage.

"Vegeta..." She moaned again, her lips trailing from his jaw to behind his ear. She nibbled, breathing heavily as he pounded into her.

Their bodies throbbed, aching for release, the bed creaking loudly to their movements.

She contracted against his member and he groaned, crushing their bodies painfully together.

"Oh gods!"

* * *

So why are you running away?

Why are running away?

* * *

<*><*><*><*>

It's too good.

I don't think I'll ever be able to give this up.

Yes, I know.

`He's some psycho, crazed out, manic killer. He killed me, damn it! He'll hurt you too! He doesn't care about anyone except for his sadistic self!'

Yamucha's words.

I think he may be right though. I am playing with fire.

But...it's good, it feels good in the moment.

He's got this animalistic edge, some primal instinct where you just know there's no fighting it. I can't.

Yamcha is sweet, but he is kinda shy.

Vegeta though....he is confident.

And even though I sometimes hate that arrogance in him, that all-knowing presence, I have to admit, he knows what he's doing.

He's not blind or stupid.

And he knows just as well as I do that this is wrong.

We're not meant for each other, not in a permanent way.

Yes, like I said it's good at the moment. But what about after or before? That's the problem. I feel nothing, especially afterwards. It's starting to feel empty again and what's worse is that I can't avoid it. I can't avoid him.

* * *

Cuz I did enough to show you that I

was willing to give and sacrifice

And I was the one that was lifting you up,

When you thought your life had enough

* * *

<*><*><*><*>

I train as always but I feel like I'm getting nowhere.

It's her.

It's been her for far too long.

Yes, it was gratifying and good but now....now it is tiring.

It isn't as fervent as it was before.

It's getting old.

I believe that she realizes this as well.

I have been sidetracked, pushed away from my fate, from what I was born to do.

No more.

The onna has plenty to live for, plenty to do if I leave. She will not `miss' me, nor will she want me to return. I understand her....generosity. I am even appreciative of it.

And she would allow me to return, but not for the same reasons. If anything, she probably pities me and because I have no place to call my own, she is willing to share.

So I do not worry. There is no need for it.

My destiny must be obtained.

It is all I really have that is my own.

* * *

And when I get close,

You turn away

There's nothing that I can do or say

* * *

<*><*><*><*>

The door slid shut behind him, a small hiss of air escaping. If she had been asleep, she wouldn't of heard it.

The bed tilted as always, except neither made a move for each other.

Stillness crept throughout the gloomy room.

She turned to face him and found that his sight had been fixed on her. His ebony eyes gleamed even though his face was expressionless.

They stared a moment longer.

"Something's wrong isn't it?"

* * *

So now I need you to tell me the truth

You know I'd do that for you

So why are you running away?

Why are you running away?

* * *

He didn't move and she took that as a no.

She didn't know him that well and so even though he had just answered no, there was something about the atmosphere that told her the opposite. She stared longer before it dawned on her the only possibility for his silence:

His departure.

It seemed irrational really, but it sounded like the logical answer.

No. It was the right answer. The man was used to being alone and she knew that he liked to leave whenever he wanted. That is why he had wordlessly agreed to this, no commitment. And when she had lost all doubt, she looked away.

"To train I presume?"

He nodded stiffly. "Yes."

"How long?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not..." She turned back, angry. She didn't care, not really. This was an emotionless arrangement, it should be no surprise if he wanted to leave. In fact, she should have expected something like this. But what bothered her was his...reasoning.

"You're a moron."

His eyes grew wide.

* * *

Is it me?

Is it me?

Is it you?

Was it you?

Nothing that,

Nothing that I can do?

I can do...

To make you,

To make you

Change your mind?

* * *

"It's that stupid goal, isn't it? Becoming a Super Saiyan, it's all you ever train for. It rules over your life."

He growled. "You don't know me."

"No, I don't." She answered coldly. "And I don't want to. Too personal, remember? But anyone knows that it's idiotic to train for strength only. And kill my best friend, right?"

He grabbed her wrist and pulled, jerking her forward. "Shut. Up. You do not know about my life, me, or my destiny. I will surpass my ancestors, I will become the strongest, I will take back what that fool stole from me, and I will regain my honor. You and I only existed to kill time. I do not need to explain anything to you."

"Vegeta, you're the only fool here."

* * *

Is it me?

Is it you?

Nothing that,

I can do?

Is it a,

waste of time?

* * *

He stood up and phased out, to reappear by the balcony doors.

"No. I was only foolish when I fucked you. But," He reappeared again and pulled her close. "We'll see who's the fool when I return more powerful than ever."

* * *

IS IT ME?

IS IT YOU?

NOTHING THAT

I CAN DO?

TO MAKE YOU

CHANGE YOUR MIND....NOOO

* * *

<*><*><*><*>

It was a cruel goodbye. But I think we needed it to be that way, just to prove that we weren't in a serious relationship in the first place. I'm a little bitter, but I'll get over it in time.

He'll come back. He told me so himself....even if it was a little cryptic. And when he returns maybe then...we'll have a real relationship. We'll actually feel something for each other besides lust.

* * *

SO WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?

WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?

What is it you have to say?

SO WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?

What makes you so afraid?

WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAYYY......

* * *

~*~*~*

Ever since he left, I've had the tendency to get a late night snack. I hate to admit it, but I miss the jerk. Part of me hopes that I'll crash into him again at the bottom of the stairs. Doesn't matter anymore, I guess, because he's been gone for almost two months. But...I still get thirsty and I still go to the kitchen for my nightly glass of water.

I tripped this time. Damn it! I should know there's a little bump on the second to last step! But I was careless, or my mind was wandering. Whatever the reason, it scared the hell out of me when I fell.

I sighed when I landed, grabbing my thumping heart. But that wasn't too surprising....I calmed down after a minute.

What surprised me the most was when I looked up, and a pair of teal eyes were looking down on me.