Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ If Only For a Moment ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: EternalTwylight 
The next morning....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
The next morning....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
The sounds of the birds was a distant hum, something pleasant and forgotten among the other sounds of morning and a brand new day. The daylight filtered through the curtains, throwing stray threads across the bed and the sole occupant slumbering peacefully beneath the twisted sheets. A single pale creamy leg hung over the edge as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her head felt fuzzy, like a mist clouding her senses and throwing everything into a dreamy haze. She vaguely wondered to herself why she felt this way. She hadn’t been drinking, indulged in an drugs or accepted some stranger’s candy. Maybe her friend had slipped her something while she hadn’t been paying attention. Would have been just like the blonde trouble-maker.
With a yawn and another soft groan the girl stirred into consciousness and began to sit up despite the objections of her throbbing head. Frustration quickly built as the sheets seem to only tangle worse around her drowsy form, drawing a long and colorful line of curses from her. Only a little more resistance and she was free, but at a cost as she found herself hitting the floor roughly.
“Oh, my ass,” she groaned, rubbing her left cheek in agitation. But something was wrong, she hadn’t remembered going to bed in lacy pink panties. If fact she didn’t even remember owning a pair at all. She despised pink in any shape or form, it was entirely too girlie she’d decided at an early age. She preferred dark colors, most her wardrobe by choice was black or dark blue. Everything but the damnable school uniforms that she was forced to wear.
Her eyes drew wider as she took in stock of the rest of her foreign appearance. These were not her breasts too tightly packed into an equally pink baby doll T-shirt stamped with a double C in shining white across the front. They were just too.... big, too.... bouncy she noted to herself jiggling them obscenely. She wasn’t complaining mind you, she’d always wanted a perfect pair of tits and these were nice ones. They almost looked too good to be true, but here she was feeling them with her own hands and they sure as hell felt real to her. Even the nipples as they drew into tight little kernels beneath the snug material gave way to the reality of them and the faintly aroused feeling stirring with these touches.
A sudden flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks as she realized to her revulsion she was groping herself. “Oh Kami, I’m acting like Yoli,” she paled in horror, for a moment not realizing her particular phrasing used in lieu of what would have been normal for her.
Desperate to forget her actions she rose to her feet and searched through the room. It wasn’t as shocking now that things had already gone from strange to weird that the room she now found herself in was not her own. It was neat and tidy except for the sheets of the bed thrown carelessly to the floor where she’d fallen out of bed. Where there should have been posters of Vegeta and Wolverine and her other teenage interests where posters of World Tournaments and chemical charts and some band she didn’t even recognize. It has a stale feel to it, not the cozy inviting environment that her own room possessed with it’s clutter and items of comfort.
She was near on the edge of panic as she ran her fingers through her hair, but where should have been long straight locks were tight curls. Her mind was reeling, trying to cope with these strange things suddenly upon her. She was certain she was on some drug trip, yes that was it, it was all a hallucination and when she came too she was going to murder her friend. She ground her eyes shut, willing the delusions to end, to bring her life back into some semblance of what it was supposed to be. It was no use, not matter how much she wanted it to, the seeming veil across her eyes would not crumble away to reveal the true light beneath.
Eyes ghosting about the room, she quickly found what she most needed, a mirror. Blessedly, like most girl’s room the closet door was possessed of a full length mirror. Oh the vanity of youth, she dully thought in irony over the panic slowly seeping the warmth from her flesh. The rush of adrenaline was fading away as she came more into her senses and her self. But then she wasn’t herself, not in the least. The girl that stared wide eyed back at her was not the Aki she knew, was not the young girl of sixteen with dark hair and dark eyes.
Brilliant blue eyes greeted her, milky pale skin and aqua colored curls danced about her head in complete disarray from sleep. She blinked, wiping a hand across the mirror as if she could dismiss the vision before her, could again convince herself this wasn’t truly happening. She felt numb, almost pleasantly so as her mind recalled the events of the day before. Oh the stupid little spell they had chanted over and over, none of them had been any amount of serious as to it working. Magic wasn’t real, wishes never came true. But here she was, in the body of Bulma Briefs, just like she’s wanted.
She fingered a curl, rolling her eyes almost in disgust. “Oh Kami, Bulma what the hell were you thinking with the perm?” she mused out loud to herself as if the actual Bulma would answer in her mind or something.
Her pulse was speeding once more, though this time in excitement at the realization of her situation. Thundering in her chest, her heart beat maddeningly against her ribs. The blood was pulsing in her ears, the adrenaline rushing fresh and hot. Just imagine, she was going to get her change to sleep with Vegeta. It was almost too much for her to handle and her vision swam just the tiniest bit threatening to render her unconscious. She outright refused to faint, she kept repeating it over and over to herself like a mantra, “I will not faint... I will not faint.... I.... will... not.... fucking... faint”.
A sound off to her left brought her back into focus, something had rocked the floor beneath her feet and sent shock waves through the room with a loud BOOM. Instinct alone carried her to the porch and out the doors leading the terrace. The deep blue curtains were caught in some draft, snapping and whipping at her body as she made her way to the railing. A dust cloud had been kicked up with the loud explosion, bits of debris raining down like obscene hail stones.
“What the hell?” she almost yelled, hands gripping the railing as she leaned over to peer closer at the center of the disturbance, but her voice caught in her throat as the smoke began to clear and the source of all the trouble became apparent to even her...... Vegeta.
Her lips were suddenly dry as she ran her tongue across them, but her tongue was little use either in ceasing the cottony mouth feeling. “I will not faint... I will not faint.... I.... will... not.... fucking... faint”, she repeated once again as her sense ran amuck. Vocal words seemed beyond her sheer comprehension as her eyes drank in the sight of the proud Saiyi-jin Prince.
He stood at the zenith of a fairly large crater, only the land around his own feet untouched, unmarred by the blast that clearly had taken place. Wisps of smoke curled around his body like spirits worshipping the power that hummed just beneath the surface. His body was lean and muscular, sweat clinging to his darker flesh from working out. Each and every feature seemed chiseled as if the gods themselves had carved him out just for her to stare at appreciatively. It invoked such tantalizing thoughts, dirty little thoughts and desires she had never even wanted to admit to herself. The shorts that clung to his lower body left nothing to the imagination, the black spandex having the appearance of being painted on. The strength of his body spoke volumes to her, made her weak with each ripple of those taut muscles as he moved.
If she thought just openly gawking made her want to throw herself at his feet, she was completely unprepared for the next breath. It was then that he looked up, his noble features turned up to the light of the morning. The soft play of colors cast some of his face to shadow; making his fiercely handsome quality all the more pronounced. She might have collapsed if the railing hadn’t been there to support her, might have fallen to the ground as those deep set eyes lingered over her body. The smirk that curled his lips was more than just his normal gloomy disposition but something more heated, as if he might too have been thinking dirty thoughts.
Her heart was a frantic, fleeting little thing, on the verge of dying in a swoon of sudden want and overwhelming fear. Yes, those dark eyes and that hardened body scared her as much as it enticed her. But this was what she wanted wasn’t it? Her mind was screaming at her, a battle consuming her every thought as the reservations and the more bold aspects of her ego fought for control. She could feel the flush running through her body, the red color that must be kissing her very exposed flesh as she remembered what she was wear. What must he be seeing, she vague was aware of thinking before her sense of shyness won out.
She dodged quickly behind the curtained door of the balcony, pulling the deep blue curtain closer as if it could shield her from that piercing obsidian stare. Somewhere in all of that she’d forgotten to breath, each being pulled now almost painfully as she watched him from the shadows. Maybe she’d imagined he’d looked up, because he seemed to not have noticed anything as he dusted the dirt from his body with little to no thought. His ebon locks swaying like dark flames, defiant spikes of some majestic creature that couldn’t have possible been flesh and blood nor anything terrible plain as a mortal. And yet, she didn’t think she’d imagine that intentful gaze, the way his eyes had devoured her own flesh just as she had done to his.
Biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw a sharp line of pain she retreated back into her own room. The blood rushing loud and long in her ears as she closed the doors against the lure that wait outside. That one sight of him had left in her a craving for more, a strong desire to fulfill that which she had wished for. “Oh Kami,” she let out in a suffering sigh, “how will I get through this one?”. Peeking through the doors once more, she felt some relief that he’d gone, was not there to draw her back into the web of passion she’d so willingly woven for herself.
With a yawn and another soft groan the girl stirred into consciousness and began to sit up despite the objections of her throbbing head. Frustration quickly built as the sheets seem to only tangle worse around her drowsy form, drawing a long and colorful line of curses from her. Only a little more resistance and she was free, but at a cost as she found herself hitting the floor roughly.
“Oh, my ass,” she groaned, rubbing her left cheek in agitation. But something was wrong, she hadn’t remembered going to bed in lacy pink panties. If fact she didn’t even remember owning a pair at all. She despised pink in any shape or form, it was entirely too girlie she’d decided at an early age. She preferred dark colors, most her wardrobe by choice was black or dark blue. Everything but the damnable school uniforms that she was forced to wear.
Her eyes drew wider as she took in stock of the rest of her foreign appearance. These were not her breasts too tightly packed into an equally pink baby doll T-shirt stamped with a double C in shining white across the front. They were just too.... big, too.... bouncy she noted to herself jiggling them obscenely. She wasn’t complaining mind you, she’d always wanted a perfect pair of tits and these were nice ones. They almost looked too good to be true, but here she was feeling them with her own hands and they sure as hell felt real to her. Even the nipples as they drew into tight little kernels beneath the snug material gave way to the reality of them and the faintly aroused feeling stirring with these touches.
A sudden flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks as she realized to her revulsion she was groping herself. “Oh Kami, I’m acting like Yoli,” she paled in horror, for a moment not realizing her particular phrasing used in lieu of what would have been normal for her.
Desperate to forget her actions she rose to her feet and searched through the room. It wasn’t as shocking now that things had already gone from strange to weird that the room she now found herself in was not her own. It was neat and tidy except for the sheets of the bed thrown carelessly to the floor where she’d fallen out of bed. Where there should have been posters of Vegeta and Wolverine and her other teenage interests where posters of World Tournaments and chemical charts and some band she didn’t even recognize. It has a stale feel to it, not the cozy inviting environment that her own room possessed with it’s clutter and items of comfort.
She was near on the edge of panic as she ran her fingers through her hair, but where should have been long straight locks were tight curls. Her mind was reeling, trying to cope with these strange things suddenly upon her. She was certain she was on some drug trip, yes that was it, it was all a hallucination and when she came too she was going to murder her friend. She ground her eyes shut, willing the delusions to end, to bring her life back into some semblance of what it was supposed to be. It was no use, not matter how much she wanted it to, the seeming veil across her eyes would not crumble away to reveal the true light beneath.
Eyes ghosting about the room, she quickly found what she most needed, a mirror. Blessedly, like most girl’s room the closet door was possessed of a full length mirror. Oh the vanity of youth, she dully thought in irony over the panic slowly seeping the warmth from her flesh. The rush of adrenaline was fading away as she came more into her senses and her self. But then she wasn’t herself, not in the least. The girl that stared wide eyed back at her was not the Aki she knew, was not the young girl of sixteen with dark hair and dark eyes.
Brilliant blue eyes greeted her, milky pale skin and aqua colored curls danced about her head in complete disarray from sleep. She blinked, wiping a hand across the mirror as if she could dismiss the vision before her, could again convince herself this wasn’t truly happening. She felt numb, almost pleasantly so as her mind recalled the events of the day before. Oh the stupid little spell they had chanted over and over, none of them had been any amount of serious as to it working. Magic wasn’t real, wishes never came true. But here she was, in the body of Bulma Briefs, just like she’s wanted.
She fingered a curl, rolling her eyes almost in disgust. “Oh Kami, Bulma what the hell were you thinking with the perm?” she mused out loud to herself as if the actual Bulma would answer in her mind or something.
Her pulse was speeding once more, though this time in excitement at the realization of her situation. Thundering in her chest, her heart beat maddeningly against her ribs. The blood was pulsing in her ears, the adrenaline rushing fresh and hot. Just imagine, she was going to get her change to sleep with Vegeta. It was almost too much for her to handle and her vision swam just the tiniest bit threatening to render her unconscious. She outright refused to faint, she kept repeating it over and over to herself like a mantra, “I will not faint... I will not faint.... I.... will... not.... fucking... faint”.
A sound off to her left brought her back into focus, something had rocked the floor beneath her feet and sent shock waves through the room with a loud BOOM. Instinct alone carried her to the porch and out the doors leading the terrace. The deep blue curtains were caught in some draft, snapping and whipping at her body as she made her way to the railing. A dust cloud had been kicked up with the loud explosion, bits of debris raining down like obscene hail stones.
“What the hell?” she almost yelled, hands gripping the railing as she leaned over to peer closer at the center of the disturbance, but her voice caught in her throat as the smoke began to clear and the source of all the trouble became apparent to even her...... Vegeta.
Her lips were suddenly dry as she ran her tongue across them, but her tongue was little use either in ceasing the cottony mouth feeling. “I will not faint... I will not faint.... I.... will... not.... fucking... faint”, she repeated once again as her sense ran amuck. Vocal words seemed beyond her sheer comprehension as her eyes drank in the sight of the proud Saiyi-jin Prince.
He stood at the zenith of a fairly large crater, only the land around his own feet untouched, unmarred by the blast that clearly had taken place. Wisps of smoke curled around his body like spirits worshipping the power that hummed just beneath the surface. His body was lean and muscular, sweat clinging to his darker flesh from working out. Each and every feature seemed chiseled as if the gods themselves had carved him out just for her to stare at appreciatively. It invoked such tantalizing thoughts, dirty little thoughts and desires she had never even wanted to admit to herself. The shorts that clung to his lower body left nothing to the imagination, the black spandex having the appearance of being painted on. The strength of his body spoke volumes to her, made her weak with each ripple of those taut muscles as he moved.
If she thought just openly gawking made her want to throw herself at his feet, she was completely unprepared for the next breath. It was then that he looked up, his noble features turned up to the light of the morning. The soft play of colors cast some of his face to shadow; making his fiercely handsome quality all the more pronounced. She might have collapsed if the railing hadn’t been there to support her, might have fallen to the ground as those deep set eyes lingered over her body. The smirk that curled his lips was more than just his normal gloomy disposition but something more heated, as if he might too have been thinking dirty thoughts.
Her heart was a frantic, fleeting little thing, on the verge of dying in a swoon of sudden want and overwhelming fear. Yes, those dark eyes and that hardened body scared her as much as it enticed her. But this was what she wanted wasn’t it? Her mind was screaming at her, a battle consuming her every thought as the reservations and the more bold aspects of her ego fought for control. She could feel the flush running through her body, the red color that must be kissing her very exposed flesh as she remembered what she was wear. What must he be seeing, she vague was aware of thinking before her sense of shyness won out.
She dodged quickly behind the curtained door of the balcony, pulling the deep blue curtain closer as if it could shield her from that piercing obsidian stare. Somewhere in all of that she’d forgotten to breath, each being pulled now almost painfully as she watched him from the shadows. Maybe she’d imagined he’d looked up, because he seemed to not have noticed anything as he dusted the dirt from his body with little to no thought. His ebon locks swaying like dark flames, defiant spikes of some majestic creature that couldn’t have possible been flesh and blood nor anything terrible plain as a mortal. And yet, she didn’t think she’d imagine that intentful gaze, the way his eyes had devoured her own flesh just as she had done to his.
Biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw a sharp line of pain she retreated back into her own room. The blood rushing loud and long in her ears as she closed the doors against the lure that wait outside. That one sight of him had left in her a craving for more, a strong desire to fulfill that which she had wished for. “Oh Kami,” she let out in a suffering sigh, “how will I get through this one?”. Peeking through the doors once more, she felt some relief that he’d gone, was not there to draw her back into the web of passion she’d so willingly woven for herself.