Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Haunting Dreams ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Beads of sweat collected on his skin and slid down the valleys between his perfectly sculpted muscles. Naked from the waist up, the wind kissed his scars with a snowflake's lightness, making me envious of its boldness. With his back to me he struck an impressive silhouette against the green sky, humbling the mountains. He turned to face me and I backed up, finding myself trapped against a sheer rock wall. I press my body against the rough coolness of the unyielding rock as he starts stalking me like an animal lusting after fresh blood, he comes through the knee-high blue grass; sinewy muscles flowing under tanned skin with every powerful step. He's in front of me now; potent musk that belongs only to him is filling my head and intoxicating me. His steely eyes burned unexplored trails over my quivering body, searing through my clothes. I lay my hands on his torso, trailing them along every inch of his chest, neck, shoulders and chiseled jaw, my fingers tasting every inch of his skin. Pulling me to him, he kissed me, electrocuting my body with unstoppable passion. Tracing the trails his eyes had marked with his buttery lips, he slowly slid the strap of the white cotton tank top off my shoulder.

"Vegeta…" I whispered as his hands rose, resting lightly on-

And that's about the time the damn alarm clock always chimes in and pulls me from the dream. You have no idea how frustrating it is because I really (and I mean REALLY) want to know what he puts his hands on.

This has been going on for about a week now, dreaming of Vegeta every night, seeing him walk toward me with lust in his eyes…it's enough to drive a girl mad. Granted, I've always thought he was kind of cute, that I'm-a-bad-ass demeanor, the scowl, the dark, unreadable eyes that you could get lost in…but I digress. The point is I shouldn't be dreaming about Vegeta. But I am.

I started this particular day off just like most of the others this past week, cursing the inventor of the alarm clock with all sorts of horrible hexes before jumping into the shower. As has become routine, I spent about 45 minutes under the freezing water trying to get my body temperature back down to a normal level, which was all ruined when I saw him saunter across the lawn later, clad in nothing but spandex shorts. That man is built like some sort of comic book character or something, it's really not fair. So my day went pretty normally, work, a little bit of shopping and then home. It was the evening that was different.

I was in the kitchen, washing the dishes from that night. My parents had decided to go to a movie and his highness was out in the gravity room. Or so I thought. As I ran the dishes under the lukewarm water, I found my mind drifting back to my dreams. They had been getting steamier and steamier as the nights progressed, but I never got any farther than running my hands over that spectacular chest. Just thinking about it made my stomach tighten and my thighs grow slick. I could feel my nipples getting hard, I was definitely excited. Finishing the dishes as quickly as possible, I was about to run up the stairs for a little "relief" if you know what I mean, when I slammed into something warm and hard. I looked up and into the impossibly dark eyes of the Saiyan Prince himself, the cause of my current state. Being that close to him only increased my longing, I could smell him, he smelled so clean. Wait a second, clean? He should have been all sweaty if he just came out of the gravity chamber. But he was clean and wearing regular clothes. Was he actually taking a break?

"Out of my way, woman." He growled, his lips close to my ear. The rumble of his gruff voice shot through my body and down my spine, wrapping itself around my belly. My knees began to quiver as I could feel heat pour from me. I tried to control my breathing and step away from him, but he blocked me. I looked up into his eyes, and I found a devilish glint I'd never seen before. It scared the hell out of me, but for some reason, made me want him more. "Where are you going?" This was really weird, since when did he give a damn what I did?

"U-upstairs." I stuttered, trying not to look at his face.

"Why?" his voice was low, sexy.

"Since when do I have to explain anything to you, Vegeta?" I snapped, trying to sidestep him again. He stopped me again, holding his arms out to block the doorway. Glaring into his handsome face, I could feel my body reacting despite everything my mind was telling it. I wanted him; I wanted him to take me there, urgently. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and make love to me with his tongue and hands before taking me, sending me to a place I'd never been. He tipped his head back and thrust his nose in the air, never breaking eye contact. He sniffed the air, making a show of it all the while smirking at me knowingly.

"Interesting." He whispered. My eyes widened in shock. He knew. He could smell me, I was certain of it. He knew I wanted him. Damn that Saiyan nose of his! I bolted, slipping under his arms and straight for my room. However, he beat me there, leaning in the doorway, oozing gallons of sex. "I know what you're coming up here to do, woman." He said, leaning his face near my neck, gently running his tongue up to my earlobe. He took my lobe into his mouth, sucking gently before pulling back, holding on playfully with his teeth. "Since I was going to be the star of this little episode of yours anyway, you might as well let me watch."