Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Heat ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter prompt used: "Skin".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her urges under control. She’d been tending to the Prince’s wounds for two long months now, and every time he came to her she did her best to quietly tend to him. She’d done well the first few times just because she’d still been pissed at him for making her his nurse.

As time went by, though, she noticed that he only came to her about once a week, and mainly only for the burns on his back that he couldn’t reach. So she had the privilege of applying burn cream to his scarred back. Each time, her thoughts wondered more and more to where exactly he’d acquired each one, but always kept her lips pressed tightly together. She was curious, not stupid!

When she helped tend to his bite, she had been too worried to pay attention to the little details, but now that he had pretty much ordered her to take care of him she started noticing more things about him. It wasn’t just the amount of different sized scars that littered his back, front, arms, and legs; it was the texture and temperature of his skin. At first she didn’t feel the difference between Saiyan and human, but the last few times she’d used the excuse of getter better balance by putting her unused hand against his back or side. Finally getting a good feel, pressing her hand into the flesh to “balance” herself, she felt how much thicker the top layer of skin was compared to humans. The only thing she could think to compare it was elephant hide. Although it was thick the skin itself held only a little roughness, or maybe it was just his since he‘d been in battles all these years. She was guessing that since Saiyans were a warrior race, the tough skin had it’s benefits of not being easily penetrated, unlike her human flesh.

The second thing she noticed was his body temperature radiating from under her palm, almost so that she wanted to pull back from the heat. She didn’t though, in fear of him figuring out her lie. Of course, she was pretty sure that he knew she was lying to begin with, since it had been the fifth or sixth time she’d had to heal this particular spot, but if he did know he never said anything to stop her. So she kept her hand planted where it was, enjoying the heat and roughness that was Vegeta’s skin. It was amazing how similar yet different their anatomies were. That and she knew that Saiyans and Earthlings were apparently sexually compatible, thanks to Goku and Chi-Chi.

She felt her body heat rise at the mere thought of getting to touch him again, and she wondered if she’d get to again today. Not that she wanted him to himself hurt or anything, she was just glad to have the small privilege of touching him without getting a death threat.

She shook her head, clearing the thoughts away. She had work to do, and plenty of it now that Vegeta was back and destroying things, and her days were once again filled with long work hours and shortened sleep hours. She felt the blush creeping up on her cheeks. ‘Of course dreaming about a certain Saiyan isn’t helping me get much sleep, either.’ First it had been nightmares of him going on a rampage, and now her mind was doing the complete opposite! ‘It’s not like it’ll happen in real life, anyway.’ She had admit that she was little disappointed at the thought of not getting the male’s attention. Maybe it was because she was so used to getting any guy she wanted, or maybe she was just that out of her mind.