Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Fiery Passion ❯ Attraction ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: I took this fic off MediaMiner on Sept 16, 2005. Mostly because, while it was much better than the insipid original, it still needed LOTS of work, and I had thus far totally revamped chapters 1-7. All of you who reviewed and loved this fic, I thank you more than I could ever possibly express, as praise is food for the muses, and, well, I hope you'll love it even more now. There is more depth to the characters, the plot, and some unexpected twists in store, that, while surprising, will flow with the storyline, rather than being harsh interrupting scenes, strung together with all the grace and delicacy of a piece of bubble gum, stretched to the limit, that it would have been otherwise. (my story has flow now!) Also, as not originally planned, the story will have yaoi in later chapters. Yes, this fic was started before I became interested in the realm of yaoi, and Goku will now have a much larger role in this fic than was originally intended as well. But I say too much, and I will give the entire story away! Anyway, read, and I hope you enjoy this new, updated version of Power and Fiery Passion.

 

This is set sometime after the Cell Saga, but Goku didn't die, and Trunks is only a few months old. Also, both Goku and Vegeta have reached SSJ2. I know I'm twisting things around a lot, but I'm the author, I can! ^_^

 

On with the fic!

 

Chapter 1- Attraction

 

 

Vegeta stood outside Ryugin's door and watched her sleep.

 

He was attracted to her- immensely attracted. But, why? His mind wrestled with his hormones, trying to maintain a thought level higher than that of sleep, food, and sex. Right now just the urge to go in and mate with her, procreate his nearly extinct species was almost overwhelming.

 

But… where was he? Oh yes… Why was he so attracted to her? Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he had seen a Saiyan woman. Maybe because she was the only Saiyan woman left in the universe. And she smelled so… good. But he didn't understand the way he felt toward her, which was much more than just the urge to mate, to procreate.

 

He had cared about Bulma, and mourned after she died when the lab had suddenly exploded, but his feelings for Ryugin were different. They ran deeper, stronger, and were more consuming. But were those feelings returned? Was she as confused and consumed by him as he was by her?

 

"Oh, Vegeta…" Ryugin moaned and rolled over in her sleep.

 

Vegeta's eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows rose as he heard her say his name with such passion.

 

So his feelings were returned. He smirked. He always got such mixed signals from her- she would praise him and yell at him in the same sentence. But that was one of the reasons he was attracted to her. That was typical of Saiyan women, but she was more fiery than most. She would scream at him, compliment him, mock him, or simply ignore him just to get a rise out of him. It didn't always work, but he did the same thing to her. A wonderful game they played. He had played a similar one with the Woman, with Bulma, but with one major difference. Ryugin he could physically fight. She wouldn't break in battle, or in other, more intimate things.

 

He heard her moan his name in her sleep again and watched as she exposed her long, fur-covered tail--one exactly like his own. He again mentally thanked the woman for recreating the Saiyan regeneration tanks and walked into the room to gently stroke soft fur, his nose assaulted by a heady, spicy musk that made him reel.

 

She pushed it into his hand further, unconsciously searching for more sensation. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and smirked. So she wanted more, huh? Well, well… Little slut… He'd give her more. He wrapped his hand around her tail and stroked it luxuriously, pulling on it to mix pleasure with pain as more of that erotic musk teased his senses.

 

Ryugin moaned again and rolled onto her back, exposing her shoulder and breast to his view. Vegeta drank in the sight of her, the smooth pale skin, black hair, full round breasts, trim waist, the curve of her hips. He kissed her soft lips and started to suck on her neck as he massaged her exposed breast. He sucked hard enough to leave a small mark before running kisses down to her breast.

 

"Vegeta… Oh…"

 

He heard her moan again as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and nipping at it. He suddenly bit down, causing her to cry out, but didn't draw blood. He only wanted to leave a mark there. Her tail had wrapped itself around his thigh and was working its way upward. He kissed her deeply and disentangled himself from her tail before he exited the room. He had to leave before the mere scent of her overpowered his control.

 

He heard her wake up and turned to watch her interestedly for a moment before returning to his own room, the scent of her filling his nose, the taste of her still sweet on his tongue.

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Ryugin sighed and wrapped her tail around Vegeta's naked thigh. He grunted softly and pulled her closer. She knew how he loved her tail. She ran it softly over his thigh, teasing him, ready for another round. Suddenly he rolled on top of her and pulled her into a rough, passionate kiss.

 

Ryugin's eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. Where had that come from? She had only reached this tiny planet a few months ago, and here she had found two other Saiyans who had escaped Freiza's wrath--the Prince of the Saiyans, the son of a 3rd class warrior and their half-breed sons. And now there was herself, the daughter of a 1st class warrior, to add to the mix.

 

She had only known the aloof Saiyan prince for a few months after landing on this miserable little mud ball, and yet she was already dreaming about him like this. This was not acceptable. She growled and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep. A movement from the door caught her attention.

 

Vegeta? She sat up. He was gone now, but she could have sworn she saw him. And what was that smell? Were those his pheromones, or her own? `Stop this nonsense, Ryugin. You're just hormonal because you haven't had sex with a real man in years. If you want him that badly, just do him and get it over with. No strings attached; just sex.' Ryugin pondered that for a minute before dismissing it. Another thought flickered across her mind, but she ignored it. It couldn't be that. She pushed her short black hair behind her ears and lay down to finish sleeping.