Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power Trip ❯ Second: Option ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 242 | Visits: 668 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 242 | Visits: 668 | Status: Work In Progress
Prompt: "Freedom". Word count set at: 200
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Soft fingers glided over scarred flesh. Coal black met ocean blue as the fingers traced over each individual scar. Pink lips held their upturned position, mocking the downcast darker pair.
She loved having the freedom to finally explore his body. Feeling all his defined muscles and raised, rough patches of skin that made up his battle wounds. The rise and fall of his chest as her hand sat upon his heated skin. The low, barely audible growl sending vibrations through her hand and up her arm.
She leaned back down, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as her head rested atop her right hand. Her mouth brushed the shell of his ear. “So which will it be, Ouji-sama,” she purred. “I’m being nice and giving you an option here.”
The uninjured left arm gripped a fistful of blue hair, only making his opponent laugh. Puffs of hot air tickled his ear. “You’re a foolish creature if you think whatever you are about to do to me won’t go unpunished.”
“Hm.” Her nose brushed against his neck, lightly inhaling the scent of sweat and something else. Her tongue flicked out to taste the unique scent. “I’m no idiot, Vegeta.”
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Soft fingers glided over scarred flesh. Coal black met ocean blue as the fingers traced over each individual scar. Pink lips held their upturned position, mocking the downcast darker pair.
She loved having the freedom to finally explore his body. Feeling all his defined muscles and raised, rough patches of skin that made up his battle wounds. The rise and fall of his chest as her hand sat upon his heated skin. The low, barely audible growl sending vibrations through her hand and up her arm.
She leaned back down, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as her head rested atop her right hand. Her mouth brushed the shell of his ear. “So which will it be, Ouji-sama,” she purred. “I’m being nice and giving you an option here.”
The uninjured left arm gripped a fistful of blue hair, only making his opponent laugh. Puffs of hot air tickled his ear. “You’re a foolish creature if you think whatever you are about to do to me won’t go unpunished.”
“Hm.” Her nose brushed against his neck, lightly inhaling the scent of sweat and something else. Her tongue flicked out to taste the unique scent. “I’m no idiot, Vegeta.”