Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ Cloudy Night ( Chapter 8 )

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Thanks to Barb for editing.

 

Chapter Eight

Cloudy Night

 

Lunara was almost asleep; the heavy beat of Bardock's heart lulling her to unconsciousness. Bardock inhaled deeply nearly unseating her from her precarious perch. She had just caught her balance when he sat up completely, dumping her unceremoniously onto the ground.

 

She grunted as she hit the dirt, scowling at his naked, lean and very sexy backside. She pushed her torso off the ground using her hands, but just as quickly face planted, her nails digging furrows in the dirt as she was dragged feet first.

 

Lunara hissed dangerously, flipping around like a cat that was being held by the tail. She glared behind her, catching a glimpse of Bardock. She realized that she wasn't that far off the mark. Bardock had her by the ankle, his soft-furred tail dragging her behind him.

 

“When I get free, you better run monkey man, `cause I'm going to kill you!”

 

He looked over his shoulder, his smile clearly unaffected by her threat.

 

“Wrong.”

 

“What? What do you mean wrong? Just because we rolled around in the dirt doesn't mean I won't kill you!” Lunara snarled, still struggling to get free.

 

Suddenly her ankle was free, and she quickly scrambled to stand. Bardock was there before she could gain her feet, sweeping her up into his arms.

 

“No. Wrong species.”

 

Before she could reply he tossed her struggling body into the air. Lunara gasped a terrified screech twisting to land on her feet, only to fall into water with a loud splash.

 

As she sank, Lunara noted that the water was warm, much too warm to be lake or river water. In fact it was quite hot.

 

Her feet hit the rock bottom, and her head shot out of the water. She used her hands to brush her hair, which was hanging like wet seaweed, out of her eyes.

 

“What?” she sputtered, not really asking him a question as much as commenting on her situation.

 

“Saiyans are more closely related to Gorillas.”

 

“What?” Lunara sputtered again incredulously.

 

“You called me a monkey man, but more accurately it would be gorilla man.

 

Lunara had no idea what he was talking about. She had called him monkey man because of the way he had been swinging through the trees earlier that evening, but now he was giving her a genealogy lesson. This wasn't really jiving with what she knew about him. He seemed to be the bloodthirsty warrior type.

 

He must have seen the confusion on her face, because he felt compelled to explain.

 

“You aren't the only one who can shape-shift,” he said sullenly. Lunara finally understood that he was insulted that she didn't know what a Saiyan was.

 

Lunara shrugged, glancing around her. Bardock had tossed her into a natural hot spring. At the deepest point the water rose to her chin, threatening to seep into her mouth and nose. She paddled backwards to the rock wall, finding a secure place to sit. She wrinkled her nose at the water, mentally scolding it for trying to drown her.

 

Bardock saw her disgusted face and laughed. “You were starting to smell…” he started.

 

“I do not smell!” Lunara raged back, thoroughly insulted.

 

“You smelled like me,” Bardock insinuated, his predatory smile flashing in the weak light.

 

Lunara dropped her gaze, blushing. She didn't know what to do with this male. One minute he had her raging like a lunatic, and the next he had her blushing like a wilting maiden.

 

“But if I had known that you were afraid of the water I wouldn't have thrown you in here. I should have known you cats wouldn't like baths, after all you do stink.”

 

Lunara's mouth dropped open in angry shock. “Of course we take baths! We don't stink, you just said…” Finally surrendering to her anger, she slapped her hands on the water, ignoring the splash in her face. She clamped her lips shut, refusing to say another word to the infuriating male.

 

She settled back into her rock alcove, sulking at his rude comments. Bardock waded into the pool, noticing how her eyes watched as the water crept up his body, hiding first his calves, then his thighs, until finally it lapped gently at his mid-chest.

 

Lunara hadn't been able to take her eyes away as the water stole her sight of his magnificent body. Now that he was covered her anger dissolved, and she scrambled for anything to drive away her wayward thoughts. She remember their previous conversation, and thought that a little cultural exchange would be fairly safe.

 

“The Luroshins are a very reclusive people. We only just began trading with other planets a few decades ago. Those who travel in outer space are either very brave or very stupid.”

 

Bardock raised his brow, aware that she had been captured off a charter ship.

 

“And you?”

 

Lunara looked away, suddenly very ashamed of her behavior. Her family and friends were more than likely worried out of their skins for her. And yet, here she stood, taking a leisurely bath with her Hunter.

 

“A fool, I'm sure,” she muttered.

 

Bardock smiled, cupping his hands just beneath the surface of the water. “I think you are very brave,” he complimented before splashing his face to wash away the grime of his earlier battles.

 

Lunara swung her head towards him, her eyes huge with disbelief. Not even the tantalizing view of diamond beads of water rolling down his throat and chest could distract her from her shock.

 

He saw her openly gapping look of disbelief, and shook his head wildly. Droplets of water glittered in the moonlight before splashing into the pool. He grinned again, a great big feral grin of amusement.

 

“In your own way of course. It doesn't compare to Saiyan courage of course.”

 

Lunara snapped her jaw shut, and raised a single shimmering brow now that the world had been made right by Bardock's conceited comment.

 

“Oh? And what of Saiyans?”

 

Bardock's teasing melted away under his heated intensity. He prowled towards her, wicked intent glistening in his black eyes. Lunara gaze darted around, looking for any escape. It was a sad fact that Luroshins were very bad swimmers.

 

Before she could attempt an escape, Bardock was there, caging her between his strong arms. She swallowed hard, looking up at him.

 

“Saiyans are glorious warriors. Our battles are legendary. We live to fight and fight to live,” he boasted proudly, barely resisting the urge to pound on his chest.

 

Lunara gave him a droll look, sniffing as she glanced away.

 

“Sounds boring. All that fighting. Don't you do anything else?”

 

Bardock stiffened, glaring down at her. He reached beneath the water, grasping her leg above the knee, feeling her firm muscles.

 

“You're a warrior,” he ground out.

 

“Yes. Only because I have to be. We're mainly a scholarly race. We like to learn.” She looked away sighing, “fighting is so limited.”

 

Bardock fought back his anger that threatened to lash out. He wasn't angry at what she said about his race. She was right, Saiyans were limited. They only lived to fight, eschewing anyone who might have something to offer in the arena of the mind. What angered him was the fate of his existence.

 

He was a warrior, of that there was no doubt. Strong, fearless, and undefeatable in battle, he was death himself. But there was more to him than a strong right hook, and a cruel, battle-hungry laugh. He was smart. Too smart, in fact. He made the average Saiyan look like the primitive primates they were descended from.

 

His father was the only one who knew of his aberration. He constantly complained when no one else was around, that he should have sent his only son planet purging when he was a babe, effectively ridding himself of Bardock's shameful stain. He taunted Bardock so rigidly that it had the same effect as poking a stick at an angry dog to make it meaner. Under his father's watchful, disgusted eye, Bardock had excelled to become an unstoppable fighter, but that hadn't squashed his questioning mind.

 

To hide his thoughts, Bardock leaned down catching Lunara's lips in a passionate kiss. All of her reservations melted away as she wound her arms around his neck, gently clinging to him.

 

He nudged her knees apart encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She acquiesced, moaning when her body slid across his. She could feel him, pressing against her inner thigh hungrily.

 

Water swirled around her as Bardock stepped back from the wall, lifting her out of the pool. Her skin prickled as the night air caressed her. A small breeze stirred her damp hair, bringing with it the scent of rain.

 

Bardock's skin warmed her, and the lapping water kissed her buttocks. He pulled back, taking his warm skin with him so he could lavish her with biting licks down her neck and chest. Lunara tilted her head back gazing at the lustrous moon that was straining to be seen from behind a haze of clouds. Stars twinkled here and there, but soon the sky was black with clouds without even the moon to guide the way.

 

Bardock lifted her hips, sheathing himself tightly into her. She gasped, all the air fleeing her lungs at his powerful entrance. She hissed as the air escaped, tightening her legs around him, anchoring her body to his. Water slapped the rocks as she rode on the waves of bliss created by the strong warrior who should have been her Hunter instead of her lover.

 

He kept his grip strong and steady on her, but he couldn't stop his head from tilting back, his face towards the hidden moon. A keening growl rose up in his throat, serenading the woman who was giving him so much pleasure.

 

He could feel her tightening around him, her sheathed claws digging into his skin. He struggled to hold himself together just a little bit longer. He nearly collapsed when her ecstasy-ridden screams echoed into the jungle, his own roar following hers as he hauled her up closer to him.

 

They panted into each others necks, their harsh breath whispering of their delight. Lunara pulled away from Bardock, confident that he would hold her. She leaned back until she was floating on the black crystal water, her lover still firmly sheathed inside her.

 

She lay there as lightning cracked across the sky and the clouds dumped sheets of warm water on them. Bardock laughed; a deep booming sound that fought the thunder for dominance. She returned the laugh, gazing up at the unburdening sky, ignoring the whisper in the back of her mind that reminded her that they hadn't talked of why they were there.