Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Party After Dark ( Chapter 29 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2003 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 969 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2003 | Updated On: 06.25.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 969 | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 29, 'Party After Dark'
Cadell strode through the Corp. As he felt for his brother's ki's, a small frown appeared on his face. He had seen them walk down the corridor to Rhiamon's room together. He put his hands in his gi pants pockets with a sigh. As much as he'd like to dispute the encounter, he couldn't. Rhiamon had been broken by Marron's sudden break up. And Tristian… he knew his younger brother wasn't as ok as he made it seem. Tristian had very good skills in putting on an act.
Besides... this wasn't the first time they had sought comfort in each other. But Cadell knew it wasn't as it seemed. It had something more to it than just sex... he knew that now. He had learnt to accept it.
He walked into the kitchen area, almost colliding with Goten, who came in at the same time. "I can't find Tristian." He said to Cadell, and to Gohan who was in the kitchen. "I went to wake him up so we could spar… but he wasn't there. His bed was all made."
"I haven't seen him." Gohan said, before he took a sip of his morning coffee.
Cadell paused. "That's because he's in Rhiamon's room." He told them both.
Gohan stopped drinking, looking at Cadell with confusion as did Goten.
Cadell made eye contact with Goten. "He's with Rhiamon." He said seriously. Hoping the other man would understand.
Gohan was the first to question. "With Rhiamon? You don't mean…?"
Cadell nodded. "He slept in Rhiamon's room with him."
Goten looked horrified. "Man… like that? As in 'with'…?" He stuttered.
Cadell didn't answer this time, closing his eyes in a meditative state.
__*__
"Tristian and Rhiamon? Oh sure, they're both down the hall."
Gohan and Goten gawped at the Prince's second daughter. Arienne smiled softly, drying her hair from her shower, dressed in black training slacks and a white ribbed tank top. "This... this has happened before?" Goten stuttered. But man… they're... they're…" He didn't finish. He pulled back his questioning with a nervous glance at Gohan.
Gohan's face was dark, laced with a deep frown.
Goten edged nervously, before pushing it out of his mind. It didn't happen. That's what the plan was. It can never have happened…
__*__
Arienne walked into the room, Gohan and Goten at the door, nervously looking in. Rhiamon was stretched out on the bed on his back, his legs comfortably stretched out. Tristian was on his back too, but his front half twisted away from Rhiamon's side, his arms spread out lazily. The thin sheet spread across both men's torso's baring the rest of their bodies, but covering each's dignity well.
Arienne smiled. "Wake up sleepyheads." She said softly. Tristian opened an eye, then closed it again. Rhiamon stirred, looking over at Tristian's half awake form with affection. He turned and lightly touched his shoulder. Tristian opened both eyes, then closed them again, grinning. Rhiamon grinned too, sitting up in the bed, leaning down to tenderly kiss Tristian's neck. He sat up, stretching, looking around for his boxer shorts, pulling them on before he stood up. Arienne glanced away for a second, then back again as Rhiamon stood up, covered. He threw on a T-shirt over himself too, and Tristian snuggled back down in the covers. Rhiamon ignored the crowd's stares, walking out and away.
Gohan watched his son leave in utter shock. He turned to glare at Tristian's form. Arienne walked out too, and Gohan walked in, shutting the door on the audience. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Tristian rolled sleepily on his front, covering his entire head with a pillow.
"Tristian…" Gohan growled. "He's your uncle!"
"Yeah… and he's a tiring lay, so let me sleep…" Tristian whined.
Gohan curled his hand into a fist subconsciously. "You're going too far!" He snapped.
Tristian sat up in bed, glaring at his great-uncle. He pulled the covers over him while he pulled his own gi pants on. He stood up at the same time as Gohan did. Both men stood before each other, as though challenging.
Tristian stepped closer. "You're just like her…" He snarled. "You don't fucking understand any of this!"
Gohan was almost sure he was talking about Chi-Chi. The contempt the woman held for him had eaten away at his nephew, he could see it.
"At least she worries more about who Mom is fucking." Tristian snorted, looking away. "One good point to this whole mess."
Gohan reached and caught Tristian by the arm. "What's wrong with you?" he said. Tristian was startled. Gohan looked calm, not provoked. The older man's eyes locked with his dark lined ones.
Tristian shrugged his arm away. A small smirk appeared on his lips. "Wrong? You're imagining things, old man." He snorted. He pushed past and towards the door. He paused momentarily, feeling Gohan's inquisitive eyes still on him, before he shuddered and strode quickly away.
__*__
"You know, if we just get rid of a few employees this month, I'm sure we can hit that target." The female purred.
The listeners considered this. The grounds of the Corp were decorated like a fete, people everywhere dressed for business or to party. It was Bulma's promotions again. The sky was growing dark around them, but large lights bathed the guests in soft light like a stadium. The gang were in the crowd, mingling and socializing. Cadell stood apart from the crowds with Arienne, drinking. Arienne was dressed, to Vegeta's dismay, in a little backless number. Her long slender legs were crossed boredly. Cadell stood watching the events, his face alert. He drank his wine and occasionally growled at marveled passers by who took a liking to his sister. Arienne clipped him over the head several times for interfering. They watched as Eira walked past with two men, looking cosy. Then Rhiamon running after. He skillfully dismissed the men - by the best method. Sheer terror. Eira hardly listened to Rhiamon's scolding, and wandered back off, her turquoise nearly sheer dress attracting much attention too.
"…How many employees are you thinking of cutting?" A male answered. He adjusted his shiny lilac tie.
"500." The same woman replied.
"But what about their feelings?"
The small crowd turned to stare blindly at the newcomer who had spoken. Eira slotted into the crowd with interest. Her face was distressed by the business dealings going on. The businessmen openly trailed their eyes down the teenager's curvy figure.
The woman leading the discussions snorted. "Go flaunt yourself somewhere else, little girl." She snapped. "Haven't you got homework to do?"
There was laughter from the crowd. Eira looked confused. "Homework?" She questioned.
"From your school." The woman quipped with annoyance.
Eira frowned softly. "I didn't go to school." She announced with confusion. "But they did teach us things. Like our Saiyan heritage. And we were taught to fight too."
"Its compulsory to go to school. Didn't your hillbilly parents know?" A man snapped.
"To fight? Nice joke, kid."
Eira began to feel intimidated by the crowd's jeers. "My parents are nice people!" She cried. "They're not hillbilly's, they're very smart! And grandma Bulma is smart too."
A murmur ran through the crowd. "'Grandma Bulma'? She has grandkids?"
"I knew it. Trunks' Briefs probably knocked someone up finally!"
"Its such a scandal! Why didn't the press know?"
"They're paying the woman to keep quiet!"
Eira felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. She looked over her shoulder, confused for a moment. Did she just feel…?
Eira turned back around to find a microphone thrust in her face. "How does it feel to be Trunks' Briefs secret love child?" The reporter demanded.
The crowd dripped with anticipation. Eira blinked, then ditzily waved her hand dismissivley. "Trunks isn't my father. Goten is!" She corrected them.
"SON Goten?" A second reporter demanded. "Then is your mother Bra Briefs?"
Eira nodded with a grin.
"So you're not Mr. Brief's love child?" Said a reporter with dismay.
"Silly!" Eira exclaimed. "Cadell is Trunks' son." She pointed blatantly in Cadell's direction. The youth watched as the crowd stared at him. The crowd blinked, motionless. A large sweatdrop began to form on Cadell's forehead. He backed slowly away as the crowd surged after him.
_*Bulma found the will to move again after she heard Eira's announcement over the loud speakers. She stood up shakily, looking around with a death glare. "Who let the press in here?" She screamed.
"You did, for promotion." Yamcha said, relaxing back in his sun lounger. The warrior shrieked like a girl as the angry woman pounced.*_
Cadell paused in his escape. He stopped dead, mid run, looking around with panic. A glimmer of something… Unmistakable. But what…? It was gone just as quickly, but Cadell still searched. He shivered lightly. Every nerve in his body was screaming.
Each of the youths paused in confusion at the sensation. But each found no danger.
Rayne paused as well, on the outskirts of the crowd. It was so strong. Rayne knew he was there before she saw him. She scanned her eyes over the crowd with urgency.
There!
A glimpse of dark navy eyes locked with hers. The spikes of midnight dark purple hair falling over his face. Then he was gone.
Rayne trembled from her very core. "Raven…" She whispered with a wistfulness.
__*__
Vegeta gave a snort. He was watching the various events around the function. He watched as Cadell was pursued mercilessly, and how Eira lapped up the attention, swishing her hair girlishly for the cameras. He glanced in another direction, his eyes narrowing. Tristian was dressed in a sharp dark grey suit, still with his trademark eyeliner and beaded necklace, but he looked very much 'in the club'. He was stood, nodding as though he fully and passionately believed in what the investors were saying. He swished the champagne in his glass intriguingly. If there was one thing Tristian excelled in, it was exuding passion. He seemed to even achieve it in a professional manner.
Vegeta watched as Tristian leaned to talk to the male next to him, his hand gently, as if accidentally, brushed over the other man's rear. The male blushed, and Tristian smirked. They talked, Tristian giving his full sensuous attention to his companion. Eventually, he gave a little gesture, a nod of the head, indicating for the man to follow him. Vegeta found himself frowning deeply. It seemed the youth was making business negotiations of his own…
'Baka…' Vegeta thought. If the youth wanted to keep selling himself, it was none of the prince's concern. He had been cold towards the youth, ever since Tristian had nearly been successful in seducing him. Vegeta had only stopped, when he realised the boy's situation. He remembered Tristian's eyes. The coldness of one that had been used many times before.
But what broke Vegeta's thoughts at this very moment, was another youth he saw through the crowd.
Sandwiched between two males, dancing, was Eira. The two men were smirking, and Vegeta's granddaughter seemed in a trance. One of the man's hands slid up her thigh, sliding her dress up slowly. Eira closed her eyes sensually.
Vegeta's eyes widened, striding over to the trio, dragging his granddaughter from the men. He snarled at the men, who more than took the hint.
"Hey!" Eira whined as she watched the men run for it.
"Baka female!" Vegeta scolded with complete exasperation. "Must you act like a bitch in heat constantly? And for dende's sake, cover yourself up!" He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over her shoulders, hoping to hide her curvy form from any males in the area. He paused for a moment. He lightly caught a scent and sighed deeply. "You * are* in heat…" He muttered, concern in his voice, more than he would care to admit. He growled inwardly. Why should he care who the kids fucked? They only appeared on their doorstep mere weeks ago. But as he struggled to keep hold of his wriggling granddaughter, he felt protective over her.
"No fair!" Eira wriggled all the more. She suddenly slipped from Vegeta's grasp and out of the restraints of the jacket.
"Eira!" Vegeta roared.
Eira's heart pounded faster in her chest. Free… She lost her heeled shoes in her escape, tearing off at a run across the lawn barefoot. Her feet pounded rhythmically on the ground, her heart beating against her fluttering chest. Her hair was loosened and wild, billowing behind her in floods of turquoise curls. She was flying with her feet on the ground.
She seemed wild as she ran, laughing, untamed… Instinct had taken over her now, down to her Saiyan soul. She swerved between alarmed guests, who dived out of her way.
Gohan, her father and Trunks were standing peacefully. Goten was sipping wine, and Trunks was fending off the odd reporter.
"Eira!!"
The three men turned to see the girl youth tearing towards them. She seemed in slow motion, her face bright and alive. She was having the same effect on men around her as the females had at the tournament, only stronger. People dashed out of her way of her exaggerated escape. She was untouchable, wild. She had Saiyan blood pumping through her veins... and however a Saiyan may appear human, they were far from it.
She suddenly ran right up to the three Saiyan men, leaping up at Gohan, who opened his arms and caught her in panic. She laughed, her head back, wrapping her toned and golden legs around the male. She leaned her body against him, her full breasts pressed against his upper chest. Gohan could feel her body warmth... her hot hands as they slid across his neck. She purred, loose tendrils of turquoise hair falling over his face. Gohan tore his eyes away to glance at Goten, who was frowning darkly at him. But... Goten's expression changed. He looked... pained. He glanced away at the ground.
"Goten…?" His brother began to say. But they were distracted by Vegeta's reappearance.
"Brat, get down from him!" He snapped irritably at Eira. She looked at him through innocent half-lidded eyes, almost hidden by blue fringed lashes. Her hand slid further down Gohan's neck, loosening his shirt. Her hot breath was on his cheek, warm, inviting…
She was suddenly pulled from his arms. She kicked out, protesting. Cadell lowered her to the ground, and was surprised as she pressed her back against him. He roughly held her away from his body contact.
"What... what the hell is wrong with her?" Gohan stuttered, straightening his glasses and shirt.
"What does it look like?" Cadell snapped with irritation. "She's in heat."
The males, except Vegeta, who knew these things, looked faint.
They heard a faint chuckle, and Arienne slunk onto the scene. She gently ran a hand down Eira's feverish cheek. "Honey... you ain't getting laid tonight, honey."
A deep throaty laugh came from Cadell. "You guys are scaring the 'rents." He warned. He suddenly picked up Eira completely, throwing her over his shoulder. She kicked, missing his face by mere inches. "Isolation time, sugar." He mused, slapping Eira on her rear jokingly.
"Nooooo." Eira protested. "Cadell… please.." She whined. "No fair!!"
"Come on Cadell." Arienne chuckled. "Give the girl a break. Raging hormones are very stressful. She needs to kick back and relax."
Cadell paused, reluctantly letting Eira down. The males stood alert, wary for her next actions. Eira didn't leap at anyone, and seemed almost under control again. Arienne grasped her niece's hand. She led her away at a run, leaving the others perplexed.
__*__
Rayne walked slowly through the crowd, almost dazed. A hand fell on her shoulder from behind. It seemed to burn where he touched her. Warm lips touched her ear. "Rayne…" His voice was hypnotic, full of danger. She shivered, as his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him. His body was cold, yet so inviting. He had compressed his ki identity completely, but she knew it was him. He trailed kisses down her neck. His fingers trailed circles over her abdomen. She felt herself being roughly turned around, pulled against him possessively. "You haven't forgotten me, have you, little girl?" He breathed.
"Raven…" Rayne whimpered. He caught her small lips in a forceful kiss, clutching the base if her hair in his hand.
"Let me in…" He moaned between kisses. "Let me in…" Memories flooded her. He was in control… he was the teacher. And she submitted to him.
His kisses ceased, and Rayne opened her eyes again to the cold. He was gone. Rayne's trembled.
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 29, 'Party After Dark'
Cadell strode through the Corp. As he felt for his brother's ki's, a small frown appeared on his face. He had seen them walk down the corridor to Rhiamon's room together. He put his hands in his gi pants pockets with a sigh. As much as he'd like to dispute the encounter, he couldn't. Rhiamon had been broken by Marron's sudden break up. And Tristian… he knew his younger brother wasn't as ok as he made it seem. Tristian had very good skills in putting on an act.
Besides... this wasn't the first time they had sought comfort in each other. But Cadell knew it wasn't as it seemed. It had something more to it than just sex... he knew that now. He had learnt to accept it.
He walked into the kitchen area, almost colliding with Goten, who came in at the same time. "I can't find Tristian." He said to Cadell, and to Gohan who was in the kitchen. "I went to wake him up so we could spar… but he wasn't there. His bed was all made."
"I haven't seen him." Gohan said, before he took a sip of his morning coffee.
Cadell paused. "That's because he's in Rhiamon's room." He told them both.
Gohan stopped drinking, looking at Cadell with confusion as did Goten.
Cadell made eye contact with Goten. "He's with Rhiamon." He said seriously. Hoping the other man would understand.
Gohan was the first to question. "With Rhiamon? You don't mean…?"
Cadell nodded. "He slept in Rhiamon's room with him."
Goten looked horrified. "Man… like that? As in 'with'…?" He stuttered.
Cadell didn't answer this time, closing his eyes in a meditative state.
__*__
"Tristian and Rhiamon? Oh sure, they're both down the hall."
Gohan and Goten gawped at the Prince's second daughter. Arienne smiled softly, drying her hair from her shower, dressed in black training slacks and a white ribbed tank top. "This... this has happened before?" Goten stuttered. But man… they're... they're…" He didn't finish. He pulled back his questioning with a nervous glance at Gohan.
Gohan's face was dark, laced with a deep frown.
Goten edged nervously, before pushing it out of his mind. It didn't happen. That's what the plan was. It can never have happened…
__*__
Arienne walked into the room, Gohan and Goten at the door, nervously looking in. Rhiamon was stretched out on the bed on his back, his legs comfortably stretched out. Tristian was on his back too, but his front half twisted away from Rhiamon's side, his arms spread out lazily. The thin sheet spread across both men's torso's baring the rest of their bodies, but covering each's dignity well.
Arienne smiled. "Wake up sleepyheads." She said softly. Tristian opened an eye, then closed it again. Rhiamon stirred, looking over at Tristian's half awake form with affection. He turned and lightly touched his shoulder. Tristian opened both eyes, then closed them again, grinning. Rhiamon grinned too, sitting up in the bed, leaning down to tenderly kiss Tristian's neck. He sat up, stretching, looking around for his boxer shorts, pulling them on before he stood up. Arienne glanced away for a second, then back again as Rhiamon stood up, covered. He threw on a T-shirt over himself too, and Tristian snuggled back down in the covers. Rhiamon ignored the crowd's stares, walking out and away.
Gohan watched his son leave in utter shock. He turned to glare at Tristian's form. Arienne walked out too, and Gohan walked in, shutting the door on the audience. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Tristian rolled sleepily on his front, covering his entire head with a pillow.
"Tristian…" Gohan growled. "He's your uncle!"
"Yeah… and he's a tiring lay, so let me sleep…" Tristian whined.
Gohan curled his hand into a fist subconsciously. "You're going too far!" He snapped.
Tristian sat up in bed, glaring at his great-uncle. He pulled the covers over him while he pulled his own gi pants on. He stood up at the same time as Gohan did. Both men stood before each other, as though challenging.
Tristian stepped closer. "You're just like her…" He snarled. "You don't fucking understand any of this!"
Gohan was almost sure he was talking about Chi-Chi. The contempt the woman held for him had eaten away at his nephew, he could see it.
"At least she worries more about who Mom is fucking." Tristian snorted, looking away. "One good point to this whole mess."
Gohan reached and caught Tristian by the arm. "What's wrong with you?" he said. Tristian was startled. Gohan looked calm, not provoked. The older man's eyes locked with his dark lined ones.
Tristian shrugged his arm away. A small smirk appeared on his lips. "Wrong? You're imagining things, old man." He snorted. He pushed past and towards the door. He paused momentarily, feeling Gohan's inquisitive eyes still on him, before he shuddered and strode quickly away.
__*__
"You know, if we just get rid of a few employees this month, I'm sure we can hit that target." The female purred.
The listeners considered this. The grounds of the Corp were decorated like a fete, people everywhere dressed for business or to party. It was Bulma's promotions again. The sky was growing dark around them, but large lights bathed the guests in soft light like a stadium. The gang were in the crowd, mingling and socializing. Cadell stood apart from the crowds with Arienne, drinking. Arienne was dressed, to Vegeta's dismay, in a little backless number. Her long slender legs were crossed boredly. Cadell stood watching the events, his face alert. He drank his wine and occasionally growled at marveled passers by who took a liking to his sister. Arienne clipped him over the head several times for interfering. They watched as Eira walked past with two men, looking cosy. Then Rhiamon running after. He skillfully dismissed the men - by the best method. Sheer terror. Eira hardly listened to Rhiamon's scolding, and wandered back off, her turquoise nearly sheer dress attracting much attention too.
"…How many employees are you thinking of cutting?" A male answered. He adjusted his shiny lilac tie.
"500." The same woman replied.
"But what about their feelings?"
The small crowd turned to stare blindly at the newcomer who had spoken. Eira slotted into the crowd with interest. Her face was distressed by the business dealings going on. The businessmen openly trailed their eyes down the teenager's curvy figure.
The woman leading the discussions snorted. "Go flaunt yourself somewhere else, little girl." She snapped. "Haven't you got homework to do?"
There was laughter from the crowd. Eira looked confused. "Homework?" She questioned.
"From your school." The woman quipped with annoyance.
Eira frowned softly. "I didn't go to school." She announced with confusion. "But they did teach us things. Like our Saiyan heritage. And we were taught to fight too."
"Its compulsory to go to school. Didn't your hillbilly parents know?" A man snapped.
"To fight? Nice joke, kid."
Eira began to feel intimidated by the crowd's jeers. "My parents are nice people!" She cried. "They're not hillbilly's, they're very smart! And grandma Bulma is smart too."
A murmur ran through the crowd. "'Grandma Bulma'? She has grandkids?"
"I knew it. Trunks' Briefs probably knocked someone up finally!"
"Its such a scandal! Why didn't the press know?"
"They're paying the woman to keep quiet!"
Eira felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. She looked over her shoulder, confused for a moment. Did she just feel…?
Eira turned back around to find a microphone thrust in her face. "How does it feel to be Trunks' Briefs secret love child?" The reporter demanded.
The crowd dripped with anticipation. Eira blinked, then ditzily waved her hand dismissivley. "Trunks isn't my father. Goten is!" She corrected them.
"SON Goten?" A second reporter demanded. "Then is your mother Bra Briefs?"
Eira nodded with a grin.
"So you're not Mr. Brief's love child?" Said a reporter with dismay.
"Silly!" Eira exclaimed. "Cadell is Trunks' son." She pointed blatantly in Cadell's direction. The youth watched as the crowd stared at him. The crowd blinked, motionless. A large sweatdrop began to form on Cadell's forehead. He backed slowly away as the crowd surged after him.
_*Bulma found the will to move again after she heard Eira's announcement over the loud speakers. She stood up shakily, looking around with a death glare. "Who let the press in here?" She screamed.
"You did, for promotion." Yamcha said, relaxing back in his sun lounger. The warrior shrieked like a girl as the angry woman pounced.*_
Cadell paused in his escape. He stopped dead, mid run, looking around with panic. A glimmer of something… Unmistakable. But what…? It was gone just as quickly, but Cadell still searched. He shivered lightly. Every nerve in his body was screaming.
Each of the youths paused in confusion at the sensation. But each found no danger.
Rayne paused as well, on the outskirts of the crowd. It was so strong. Rayne knew he was there before she saw him. She scanned her eyes over the crowd with urgency.
There!
A glimpse of dark navy eyes locked with hers. The spikes of midnight dark purple hair falling over his face. Then he was gone.
Rayne trembled from her very core. "Raven…" She whispered with a wistfulness.
__*__
Vegeta gave a snort. He was watching the various events around the function. He watched as Cadell was pursued mercilessly, and how Eira lapped up the attention, swishing her hair girlishly for the cameras. He glanced in another direction, his eyes narrowing. Tristian was dressed in a sharp dark grey suit, still with his trademark eyeliner and beaded necklace, but he looked very much 'in the club'. He was stood, nodding as though he fully and passionately believed in what the investors were saying. He swished the champagne in his glass intriguingly. If there was one thing Tristian excelled in, it was exuding passion. He seemed to even achieve it in a professional manner.
Vegeta watched as Tristian leaned to talk to the male next to him, his hand gently, as if accidentally, brushed over the other man's rear. The male blushed, and Tristian smirked. They talked, Tristian giving his full sensuous attention to his companion. Eventually, he gave a little gesture, a nod of the head, indicating for the man to follow him. Vegeta found himself frowning deeply. It seemed the youth was making business negotiations of his own…
'Baka…' Vegeta thought. If the youth wanted to keep selling himself, it was none of the prince's concern. He had been cold towards the youth, ever since Tristian had nearly been successful in seducing him. Vegeta had only stopped, when he realised the boy's situation. He remembered Tristian's eyes. The coldness of one that had been used many times before.
But what broke Vegeta's thoughts at this very moment, was another youth he saw through the crowd.
Sandwiched between two males, dancing, was Eira. The two men were smirking, and Vegeta's granddaughter seemed in a trance. One of the man's hands slid up her thigh, sliding her dress up slowly. Eira closed her eyes sensually.
Vegeta's eyes widened, striding over to the trio, dragging his granddaughter from the men. He snarled at the men, who more than took the hint.
"Hey!" Eira whined as she watched the men run for it.
"Baka female!" Vegeta scolded with complete exasperation. "Must you act like a bitch in heat constantly? And for dende's sake, cover yourself up!" He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over her shoulders, hoping to hide her curvy form from any males in the area. He paused for a moment. He lightly caught a scent and sighed deeply. "You * are* in heat…" He muttered, concern in his voice, more than he would care to admit. He growled inwardly. Why should he care who the kids fucked? They only appeared on their doorstep mere weeks ago. But as he struggled to keep hold of his wriggling granddaughter, he felt protective over her.
"No fair!" Eira wriggled all the more. She suddenly slipped from Vegeta's grasp and out of the restraints of the jacket.
"Eira!" Vegeta roared.
Eira's heart pounded faster in her chest. Free… She lost her heeled shoes in her escape, tearing off at a run across the lawn barefoot. Her feet pounded rhythmically on the ground, her heart beating against her fluttering chest. Her hair was loosened and wild, billowing behind her in floods of turquoise curls. She was flying with her feet on the ground.
She seemed wild as she ran, laughing, untamed… Instinct had taken over her now, down to her Saiyan soul. She swerved between alarmed guests, who dived out of her way.
Gohan, her father and Trunks were standing peacefully. Goten was sipping wine, and Trunks was fending off the odd reporter.
"Eira!!"
The three men turned to see the girl youth tearing towards them. She seemed in slow motion, her face bright and alive. She was having the same effect on men around her as the females had at the tournament, only stronger. People dashed out of her way of her exaggerated escape. She was untouchable, wild. She had Saiyan blood pumping through her veins... and however a Saiyan may appear human, they were far from it.
She suddenly ran right up to the three Saiyan men, leaping up at Gohan, who opened his arms and caught her in panic. She laughed, her head back, wrapping her toned and golden legs around the male. She leaned her body against him, her full breasts pressed against his upper chest. Gohan could feel her body warmth... her hot hands as they slid across his neck. She purred, loose tendrils of turquoise hair falling over his face. Gohan tore his eyes away to glance at Goten, who was frowning darkly at him. But... Goten's expression changed. He looked... pained. He glanced away at the ground.
"Goten…?" His brother began to say. But they were distracted by Vegeta's reappearance.
"Brat, get down from him!" He snapped irritably at Eira. She looked at him through innocent half-lidded eyes, almost hidden by blue fringed lashes. Her hand slid further down Gohan's neck, loosening his shirt. Her hot breath was on his cheek, warm, inviting…
She was suddenly pulled from his arms. She kicked out, protesting. Cadell lowered her to the ground, and was surprised as she pressed her back against him. He roughly held her away from his body contact.
"What... what the hell is wrong with her?" Gohan stuttered, straightening his glasses and shirt.
"What does it look like?" Cadell snapped with irritation. "She's in heat."
The males, except Vegeta, who knew these things, looked faint.
They heard a faint chuckle, and Arienne slunk onto the scene. She gently ran a hand down Eira's feverish cheek. "Honey... you ain't getting laid tonight, honey."
A deep throaty laugh came from Cadell. "You guys are scaring the 'rents." He warned. He suddenly picked up Eira completely, throwing her over his shoulder. She kicked, missing his face by mere inches. "Isolation time, sugar." He mused, slapping Eira on her rear jokingly.
"Nooooo." Eira protested. "Cadell… please.." She whined. "No fair!!"
"Come on Cadell." Arienne chuckled. "Give the girl a break. Raging hormones are very stressful. She needs to kick back and relax."
Cadell paused, reluctantly letting Eira down. The males stood alert, wary for her next actions. Eira didn't leap at anyone, and seemed almost under control again. Arienne grasped her niece's hand. She led her away at a run, leaving the others perplexed.
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Rayne walked slowly through the crowd, almost dazed. A hand fell on her shoulder from behind. It seemed to burn where he touched her. Warm lips touched her ear. "Rayne…" His voice was hypnotic, full of danger. She shivered, as his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him. His body was cold, yet so inviting. He had compressed his ki identity completely, but she knew it was him. He trailed kisses down her neck. His fingers trailed circles over her abdomen. She felt herself being roughly turned around, pulled against him possessively. "You haven't forgotten me, have you, little girl?" He breathed.
"Raven…" Rayne whimpered. He caught her small lips in a forceful kiss, clutching the base if her hair in his hand.
"Let me in…" He moaned between kisses. "Let me in…" Memories flooded her. He was in control… he was the teacher. And she submitted to him.
His kisses ceased, and Rayne opened her eyes again to the cold. He was gone. Rayne's trembled.