Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ The Fight, Part Two ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I did win Bardock in an auction. Yah, right, like I could outbid Barb.

 

Kudos to Lisa for her much needed beta skills.

 

Chapter Four

The Fight, Part Two

 

Bardock's black eyes skimmed over the female in front of him. She was long limbed, but delicate, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders. She was sleek, but she didn't nearly have the muscle mass of a Saiyan female. Her pristine silver hair fell in waves over her alabaster shoulders to her tightly nipped waist. She was wearing a loincloth similar to his and her high, round breasts were bound with the same brown fabric.

 

Finally, he raised his eyes to her face, drinking in her fine-boned, elfin features and liquid mercury eyes. She was unlike anything he had ever seen --- delicate, breakable, and extraordinary. He was in instant lust.

 

Lunara watched as the male examined her like a piece of meat. She had taken the opportunity earlier, while she hid in the tree tops to assess her enemy, but she was insulted that he would do the same so openly.

 

He was tall, taller than any of the males of her race. He was heavily muscled, his strength bulging from beneath tawny skin. The males from her planet were lean, their wirey strength used in combination with speed and grace.

 

She had thought she would be disgusted by his overdeveloped body, but as she held him down by her claws, warmth had flooded her body. She had tamped it down, telling herself that her hormones were on overdrive, and she would not allow the shallow need to mate to guide her.

 

She stared at his face as his eyes crawled up her body. His rugged features were uncompromising and unforgiving. Tan skin stretched over high cheek bones, and an arrogant nose that had been broken more than once jutted out from his face. Black bows winged over hard eyes that didn't miss a detail. She was struck by the absurd thought that no man should have such thick lashes, but the adornment stopped him from looking completely cruel. They softened him somehow.

 

Thick black hair stood up in spikes from his head like an unruly mane. Lunara had never seen hair like his, and her palms itched to run her fingers though it. As she curled her hands into disgusted fists as the male finished his perusal of her.

 

Molten black met fiery silver. The shadows undulated around them as their auras clashed. His lips curled into a decadently salacious smile that sent heat pounding through Lunara's veins.

 

She inhaled sharply, quickly recapturing her unruly libido. She shoved it down, locking it behind a steel door, willing ice water to flood her veins.

 

She withdrew her war fans, opening them with a snap. She took her battle stance, with one fan before her and the other balanced above her head. The man raised a condescending brow, his smile melting from sexy to battle hungry. He bent his knees and raised his fists, readying himself for the attack.

 

Lunara knew that the male before her outmatched her in strength, especially in her human form, but she was confident that she was far faster than he. She feinted to the left, nearly purring when he fell for it. She whirled around, lashing out with her right fan, slicing the male's cheek open.

 

He retreated with a growling hiss, his black eyes seething with anger. A tail that she had failed to notice earlier unwound from his waist, swaying menacingly behind him. She recognized the wordless communication, and she knew that she had angered him terribly.

 

She allowed a taunting, feline grin to spread across her face, knowing that it would only enrage him further. An angry opponent was a sloppy one.

 

Bardock's glittering eyes narrowed as he watched the female gloat. Already she had clawed his chest and scarred his cheek, while the wound he had dealt her seemingly disappeared with her transformation. She would be a more difficult to defeat than he had anticipated if she could heal her wounds by merely switching between her two forms.

 

Bardock circled around her warily, ignoring her larger movements in favor of her smaller ones that gave away her intentions. She was fast, but he was a Saiyan warrior, and he would not be bested by some female.

 

He lunged at her, his fist meeting the beautifully painted steel of her fan. She lashed out with her other weapon, aiming for his extending arm. He jerked his arm back, striking the inside of her wrist with his elbow, deflecting her blow. The fan wavered in her numb fingers, but she maintained her grip.

 

Instead of moving away, Lunara unexpectedly stepped in the ring of his arms, baring her teeth. For a split second Bardock saw the face of the cat superimpose itself over her human guise before her fangs sunk into his bicep. He howled and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking hard enough that it should have tore out at the roots, but it remained firmly anchored.

 

She let go of his arm, rearing back to look him in the eye. She snarled; her blood covered lips glistening scarlet. Bardock felt himself harden at the sight, and he licked his own lips to assuage the sudden craving to taste hers.

 

Lunara took advantage of his distraction and snapped her fan closed, forming a sharp-tipped dagger. She thrust the blade into his thigh, snickering when he let out a bellow of pain.

 

Bardock tossed her away, placing his hand over the wound to staunch the flow of blood.

 

“You bitch! I'm going to kill you.”

 

She smiled wickedly at the threat, brandishing her weapons before her.

 

“You have to catch me first.”

 

Once again she disappeared into the shadows, her feline grace making her completely silent.

 

Bardock growled in frustration as he watched her go. He dropped to his knees, digging his hands past the deep carpet of rotting vegetation to the rich soil beneath. He scooped up two handfuls, packing them into his wound. Saiyans healed quickly, the scratches on his chest were already knitting, but he could not afford to loose more blood.

 

As he worked, he analyzed the fight in his head, trying to find a flaw. He had never been taken so easily, he had always fought gloriously. It was then that he realized that all of his past battles had been with males. Her tactics were devious. She used her speed and her slight size to step under his defenses instead of meeting him head on in a battle of strength like another male would.

 

Perhaps choosing a female as his Prey had not been a joke after all, but a lesson. He had to adapt to her style of fighting and anticipate her. He could not discount her as a dangerous opponent just because she was a female. He had to respect her, only then could he defeat her.

 

She would try to run him into the ground now, coaxing him into loosing more blood in a frenzied chase. What he had to do was outthink her. Bardock frowned and looked around with a well trained eye. He stood up, crossed to a nearby tree and climbed up its trunk.

 

He breached the jungle canopy, his keen eyes easily seeing across the moon drenched jungle. About fifty glicks in front of him he could see the beginning of a lush mountain range.

 

Bardock grinned in victory. If he was the one doing the leading, he would head for higher ground. The incline would tire his wounded purser, causing more strain on the body.

 

Bardock stood on the very top of the tree, his uncanny Saiyan balance keeping him safe. The jungle was so dense that the branches of the trees laced together in an almost flawlessly flat field. Traveling above the trees would be much easier than beneath them. With a smile of victory, Bardock set off after his Prey, keeping her delicious scent firmly on his tongue.