Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ If Only For a Moment ❯ Chapter 4

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A/N: The full chapter, just as promised. Please do enjoy, read, review and if your going to leave crappy ratings atleast tell me why so I can improve the story. Thanks!

 

Chapter Four

 

She'd been rather confused with that little capsule, she imagined emo here was completely different from emo in the concepts that she understood, or Bulma had merely been overly dramatic. Though she couldn't complain about all the pieces, some of them really had potential, overall a nice mix of styles with dark themes. They would have to do, she could work with it. Not that she really minded after all, eclectic had always been the best of words to describe her tastes in attire. Her lips quirked into the tiniest of sadistic smirks, she had free reign and she was rich after all, the sky was suddenly the limit. Oh she was going to enjoy this. But first…

 

A sense of deep embarrassment washed over her, made her get dressed rather quickly and held her captive in her rooms for the next several hours. She'd made the excuses of cleaning the mess she'd made, but the truth of it had been more selfish than that. Mortification had kept her from wanting to see the Prince again so soon. There was no denying the evidence that he'd been there, standing outside the doors and had bared witness to her intimate indulgences. The only real question now was how she was going to overcome her own sense of abashment and try to use the situation to her advantage. Seduction wasn't something she really knew, she'd never even really had a boyfriend for all her bravado and talk about Yoli needing to get laid.

 

Luck was on her side as she figured out how to organize the torrential storm of apparel and safely re-capsulate them without the greater lose of life and limb. A more than satisfied smile settled upon her lips as the floor could actually be seen once more, all was back to the right now. At least as far as the room was concerned, other things still needed fixing and put to the proper place outside these walls, but she wasn't completely assured in her right or capability to complete such arduous tasks.

 

She'd finally managed to get the doors open to the balcony, the blue curtains blowing softly into the room with a slightly warm breeze. It cooled her flesh, carried the scents of her surroundings, soothed a bit of her raw and frazzled nerves. What the hell was she really doing here? It couldn't really have been for such a selfish reason, could it? A scream had been building in her throat, but it'd never made its escape as she walked out into the afternoon sun, the rays a blessing against her chilled flesh.

 

Glancing down, she almost lamented the fact that Vegeta wasn't again standing as she'd seen him earlier, poised like some divine deity amid a rain of destruction. Absently she picked the crumpled door knob from the ground as she leaned against the railings, staring intently at it as her thoughts swirled in violent succession through her mind. Such power, such strength... would she truly be able to handle such intense and deleterious rapture?

 

A creeping smile overtook her stoic features, gave truth to the confidence returning in spades to her debaucherous heart. Fingers curled tightly about the bit of metal, she pushed the meddlesome monster of doubt to the back of her mind. She was going to have her way with that Saiyi-jin Prince, she was going to ride the maelstrom to its epitome of pleasure and not look back. She wasn't a heinous person, perhaps in the end self indulgent and well... horny but she truly wasn't a bad person. Lazily her fingers uncurled, one by one, the mottled knuckles relaxing in slow degrees as she allowed the metal to tumble down and away. Adding a bit of shine among the frenzy of color and clumps of torrential earth below.

 

The warmth of the sun shown down on her face as she tilted it to the light, made her close her eyes against its brilliance and simply allowed herself to soak up the serenity of the respite. Hot, passionate, monkey love would come later. All she had to do was be patient, this was the time in the series when Bulma and Vegeta came together to have Trunks after all. It was in her cards, so to speak, every fiber of her being told her she wouldn't end up in this era for the rest of her life, the gods really weren't that cruel. Were they? She giggled at her own phrasing turning to half lean and half sit against the rail before pushing away from it and walking back into her rooms. Her stomach was rebelling against her, she couldn't afford to linger any longer, she had needs too, one agitated alien Prince or not.

 

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To plainly state that the compound of Capsule Corps was huge would have been an enormous understatement. Between the high rising buildings, the endless processions of floor above and below ground and the torrential amount of walkways connecting the domed buildings between lavishly maintained gardens it was a macrocosm all unto itself. In her comings and goings she'd spotted many people, employees she'd wagered a bet. But not a one seemed courageous enough to stop and speak with her perhaps it was her odd appearance. Their gazes had sent shivers up her spine like a fine line of electricity, but they'd quickly passed as she turned her own gaze upon each in turn or at the end simply ignored their disdain or disapproval.

 

Her foot falls echoed heavily through the corridors, now mostly empty as if the mass of workers were avoiding her on purpose, leaving her to her seemingly aimless wanderings. A soft sigh passed her lips as she paused, tilted her head up to the false lighting of yet another hallway that looked like any other. From the corner of her eye, a spark of hope, a wayward child's savior as she spotted a map of the complex framed and matted on the wall closest her. It looked like any of those nice color-coordinated ones that you'd find in any mall and she quickly set her sights to the X that marked her position with a sigh of relief.

 

“Thank the gods for practicality,” she intoned to no one at all as her fingers slid over the glass encased diagram to find the kitchens or living quarters of her parents. With a roll of the eyes, she realized too late that they were in the other direction. They had literally been a hop, skip and a jump from her own personal chambers. That would have only made sense she silently chided herself. Of course the familial structure would have called for closeness.

 

“Oh course,” she let out in a long breath, “you're an idiot, Aki.” Resting her forehead against the cool glass she resisted the urge to beat her head against the glass. She pushed away from the wall with a single hand, her eyes skimming the quickest route back the way she'd come. Down and right there was a door leading the outside, that sounded about right to her, the open air, the sky. That's what she needed, not more monochromatic sterile generic scenery.

 

A deep sense of restlessness had settled into the pit of her stomach in a rush of multicolored butterflies trying to find their way out through her very pores. She couldn't explain it, this sense of needing to move, to take flight and find the world outside these doors. It was tugging at the base of her skull, creeping up the back of her scalp with fingers that left her body tense with anticipation. Anticipation of what, that was a question she more than anything wanted answers to, somewhere in her conscious mind she knew this thing wouldn't relent.

 

Gritting her teeth, her heavy booted steps rang in her own ear too loud, rubbing at her already sensitive condition like fur being drawn across the inside of her body. She refused to run, refused to give special care to whatever or whoever was driving her. Images flashed across her brainpan of predator and prey, the wolf intent upon the rabbit hiding in the bush waiting to bolt. Tension thick and unwieldy seemed to flavor the very air around her, making it hard to breath, drawing her mind to question if she'd accidentally stepped into the Gravity Chamber without knowing it.

 

Agonizing minutes, seconds dragged by in breathless constriction as she stumbled through the hidden conglomeration of expanse towards the door just down the hall. An outstretched hand, her arm trembled in tightly reigned control, her body echoing the acute strain. “Stop fucking with me,” she poured her strength into the words as she settled her hand about the bar of the portal to the beyond and pushed with all her might. Every muscle was screaming in objections of the abuse and yet incompliant to withdrawal and admit defeat. No turning back now, something wasn't going to let her go the way she'd planned, something was working against her greater will.

 

“Leave me the fuck alone,” practically tore from her throat as she launched herself out the door and into the cooler, sun warmed light of day and the fresh scents of flora and fauna. All in one great surge the air lightened, to release that great weight that had been so confining. Stumbling to her knees she took in great draughts of air as if her lungs had never known anything so sweet as this. Fists clenched, knuckles molted white she controlled the impalpable tremor threatening to break free her self preserved bindings. Her carefully painted nails broke earth, churned dirt and grounded her to the foundations of the real, or seemingly real.

 

Was she only a puppet after all in this fantasy she'd willing fallen head first into? Was she only a character to play in a plotline where someone else dictated the outcome of her destiny? She'd never even thought about the implications of how or why really she'd been allowed the chance at her wish. Now.. now it only seemed as if she were just along for the ride. Would she complain, should she complain, this was after all what she'd wanted… right?