Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth ❯ Mating ( Chapter 7 )

Mating

 

I wake up, looking into his eyes. He is still holding me securely in his strong arms, his warm, furry tail wrapped around me. The darkness of the hangar tells me that it hasn't started dawning yet. My watch says that it is quarter to three a.m., which seems really strange. So little time has passed. I can't have slept for more than ten, twenty minutes at most, but I feel rested somehow. Memories of what has happened rush back to me, and it takes me several minutes to realize that I am now bonded, yes, almost married to the handsome alien holding me. And that he can read my thoughts now.

 

Blushing, I try to look away, but he doesn't let me. His eyes are coal black, staring into mine with some indefinable feeling. It is not pity that he has for me, it is not compassion either. I think it is some kind of twisted respect that I get, because he knows how hard it is to stay sane with experiences like I had in my childhood. To not retreat into your mind and become a worthless shell of a human being. He reaches out to me with his mind, silently, but I can feel his thoughts as clearly as if they were mine. `You know what we have to do next.'

 

Strange that I have no problems seeing him although it is much too dark to perceive anything else than vague shapes and forms. Oh, I think it might be the echo of his senses that I can feel. Does he really have such a good night-vision?

 

He doesn't repeat his statement; he merely keeps looking at me as if he could drill a hole into my soul. Blood is dripping from his wrist, dripping onto my shoulder, reminding me of what I have endured. And of what will inevitably happen. It is eerie how calmly I can think about the very action that has always been torture for me so far. Somehow, I am completely devoid of fright and of panic. Perhaps it is my sleep-riddled mind, perhaps it is something else, perhaps the last effects of going through his life in one short instance. I am dazed, but I feel secure in his presence. Although he is a man, he can touch me without any alarms going off in my head.

 

Silently, I reach up to his face, trailing my fingers over his cheek, and I realize that the mark between my shoulder blades is hurting badly. But I am used to pain, so I tune it out as best as I can.

 

Apparently, he has followed my thoughts because he smiles, quietly promising to be gentle. But there is no other way left for us than the ritual.

 

Somewhere deep inside him, there lies hesitation and doubt, as big as mine. But together, we will… what? Heal each other? No, I don't think that's it. I think we will just come out of this unharmed, physically - well, if you don't count the ritual marks on both of our arms and my back - and psychically - I guess.

 

His hand reaches up and rests against my neck; a quiet statement that I'm different form all those earthlings crossing his mind. I try to smile, but I can't. A knot inside me is preventing me from responding. Apparently, I am not as calm as I'd like to be.

 

Putting an arm around my waist, he hoists me up as he gets to his feet. Until now, I haven't even realized how cold the floor is, wrapped in his arms as I have been. He guides me to one side of the hangar where there are some wooden crates stacked onto each other, and to my surprise, there is a small space between the crates and the wall of the hangar, just big enough for two people to walk there comfortably. It is so dark in here that even the strange night-vision I have gained refuses to work properly, making me stumble along besides him. Then, he stops suddenly and grabs for something I can't see. Trying to peek into his mind, I manage to grasp the unclear picture of a military-issued blanket before he erects some barriers. Man, that's really useful if you don't want to have everybody look at your thoughts. I'd better learn that, too!

 

His motions tell me that he is spreading the blanket (how he had known it was there is still a mystery to me) on the floor, and he urges me to sit down. When we both are comfortable stretched out on the blanket, he draws me closer, folding his arms around me and holding me, mindful of my injuries. Slowly, he lowers the shields around his mind, deepening our bond once again. His thoughts are not demanding, not trying to force me along faster than I am ready. However, in the back-ground, there always lurks the permanent threat of Furiza coming to earth. He must either be gone before that, or he has to be able to fight Furiza, which, as I have gathered, is nearly impossible, so strong is he.

 

Well, I guess one of us has to start, so it's me who tentatively makes contact with his lips. He seems startled, but as he is sharing my thoughts, he lets me continue, curious as to what is going to happen. Our lips touch, and mustering all my knowledge about kissing (not that I've done it before, but I've read enough books and listened to enough friends that I know what I'm doing. Well, theoretically…) I try opening my mouth a little bit, my tongue tasting his lips. They are a little bit salty, but quite neutral in taste. Becoming a little bit bolder, I try to get more of his taste, surely he tastes of something, but all I get is some spicy smell.

 

Suddenly, I realize what I am smelling when his hand comes closer to my face. It is his blood, red and warm, that smells spicy with a touch of copper in it.

 

Well, I think now I would be convinced that he's an alien if I hadn't already been convinced before, because I have seen and smelled enough blood in my job as a doctor (not a small portion of it my own) to know that human blood smells different. Curious, I remove my lips from his and turn my attention toward his wrist, licking up the thin droplets that ooze out of the cut. It tastes as spicy as it smells, but the hint of metal has become stronger, mixed with salt and… It is something that I've never tasted before, I can not name it. He does not flinch when my tongue moves over the cuts, but I can feel the small sparks of pain he experiences. Not wanting to hurt him at all, I return to his lips, and slowly, very slowly, his mouth opens, too, licking the last remains of his blood from my lips. For the first time, our tongues touch, and both of us recoil from the shock of the sensation.

 

It is not something I could describe, but his tongue feels so different from all I've tasted. Maybe it's the fact that it is wet and soft, but agile at the same time. And it is moving. I think that is what has startled me the most. I think it is the first time I have had something moving of its own will in my mouth, and that's scary. Nonetheless, I try again, a little bit bolder this time.

 

Getting more daring, I dive deeper and deeper into his mouth; somehow I want nothing more than touching his tongue, as strange and slippery as it feels, touching his palate, touching every corner of his mouth, especially those he can't reach well with his own tongue because they taste so sweet. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I remember that I ought to breathe, too, but I am strangely reluctant to let my air flow through him; it might spoil his taste. He solves my problem by pulling away slightly. I think he feels my disappointment because I get some amusement from him in response.

 

I shared his memory of his experience with Radditz, so I know what he is calling on now to help us get further along. Gathering myself for what he is about to do, I follow him into the remembrance of the one time that sex has not meant pain. He is virtually projecting his experience to me, calming me with the soft sense of arousal that had been churning in his guts during that one night on Furiza's ship. I bask in its warmth, letting the feelings flow through me until I think I am drowning.

 

Experimentally, he slips a hand under my shirt, letting it wander over my body, and when I say over my body, I really mean _over my body. There is about half an inch separating his skin from mine, his fingers spread slightly, concentration on his face. Through our link, I feel that it would be bad to disturb him now, so I merely keep watching him. My skin beneath his hand starts tingling slightly, the little hairs rising as if seeking the touch of his hand. What in the world is … he doing …

 

Suddenly, he picks me up and turns me over onto my stomach, and despite the fact that I can feel him through our bond, a nervous coil in my guts tightens more and more. I try consciously relaxing my muscles, but when I'm working on one group, the others are already knotted together once more. Perhaps it is the sudden lack of my shirt that has caused the reaction, but if we don't get down to the basics, we will never be finished here. At least, I can keep myself from fidgeting too much. Luckily, he has enough insight into me to not touch me to hold me down; that would have made me panic faster than anything in this vulnerable position.

 

His hand does the same as before, wandering over my back with less than an inch of air between our skins, and the tingling comes back almost immediately, centered along my shoulders for the moment. To my astonishment, it doesn't make me more tense but nearly forces my body to unclench by the pressure that is somehow transmitted through that non-touch. He seems to sense my confusion and sends something back that I don't completely understand; the information is so complex and alien that the nearest thing I can compare it to would be manipulation of life force, but on some level deeper than I've ever heard of before.

 

Nonetheless, I find myself enjoying it more and more, and when his hand finally brushes my spine at the small of my back, I suck in my breath sharply at the sudden electricity spreading from that simple point of contact, flowing down my sides to trickle deep into my body, centering into a feeling that leaves me breathless with its tingling energy. From him reverberates the same feeling, which only intensifies mine in turn, letting a shiver pool between us.

 

Slowly, he pushes an arm under my hips and waist, somehow managing to brush over a spot on my lower belly where there is some instant connection to the sparks spreading from his single digit at the small of my back. Breath hitches in my throat, and I can't help but writhe into his hands, the suddenly unbearable tension demanding that I do something to relieve it, to make it spread even lower … something …

 

A soft brush of cloth as he pulls down my pants and panties tries to call me back to reality - when has he gotten rid of his own clothes? -, but the growing urge that bounces between us through our link ruthlessly squashes the fear that some part of my brain has produced in a fit of memory. I can feel that he is still tentatively holding on to the memory of the night with Radditz because of the security and the assurance it gives us. However; I don't want to make my first night to a cheap copy of another one, so I try to make it unique by taking the initiative. Turning my head towards him, I find myself met by a spicy mouth, and this time, I do not hesitate to breathe through him, the air coming from deep inside his body streaming out through my mouth and nose as my arms thread around his neck; the sore wrist I have so far managed to forget brushing in a spark of sensation against the mark I have left on him, the contact forging a wide, open path snaking along the link connecting us.

 

Sensations are growing within me, spreading along the awareness of his body, his senses, primal, raw, angry. The memory of his time with Radditz is fleeting at best compared to the burst of connection we experience.

 

Hunger.

 

An unbearable hunger is welling up, charging from me into him into me again, intensifying with each passing second until both of us are panting harshly.

 

It is getting more and more difficult separating our minds, but my last thought as an individual is that I don't mind. I loose myself into the sensations spiraling within our bodies, instincts taking over until the world is bathed into hazy red flames. We don't know anymore whose hunger it is - both ours - as we are one being, burning with need.

 

Time ceases and it's not important anymore whose hunger it is. Primal fire dancing in our souls, spreading into our limbs, into the center of our bodies, making us warm, hard, wet, needy…

 

Important to get something - relief, food, satisfaction, whatever…

 

Snapping for air in a joined movement, rolling around to quench the thirst of the flames - fire marking some secret …

 

More energy flowing through us than ever before - sharing our ki and our mind while moving to share our bodies, two halves finally so close together that they feel the pull on their souls. Moving to share the heat, hard legs and trembling arms wrapping around each other, tongues sharing an intimate battle in a motion to become one, and then …

 

The world spiraling out of control as hard and soft, smooth and wet, flesh and soul finally meet in a burst of stars dancing through the single mind of the being forced into two halves -

 

The heat flowing unhindered from one to the other, from the depths of one body to the other and back again -

 

Unfettered bliss erasing all traces of memory of more violent encounters as the two bodies strive to become even closer -

 

Feathery touches starting at the base of the skull, gradually tingling lower and lower -

 

Heat building, fingers flexing and curling into themselves agonizingly slow -

 

Tingling lower, gasping - …

 

… - flexing - …

 

… - finally meeting in a - …

 

… - shudder - …

 

… - … - …

 

 

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When the haze of bliss finally leaves my brain, the woman lying next to me is watching me in wonder, not quite believing that she can feel so good. That experience was more than overwhelming to me, and I'd already had a taste of what sex can be like. To her, it must have been completely mind-blowing.

 

But one thing is strange: In the heat of the moment, I've used far more of my strength than I intended to, but her frail body's not hurt. I'd feel it through our bond if it were so. I seem to recollect that I was trembling from exertion, using much more strength than for that small blast that had killed that weakling bastard of a father, but there are no signs of injury on her. Perhaps that's a side-effect of the bond.

 

Slowly, she is finding enough coherency to form words, slowly speaking them as if she were afraid of her own voice. “Now the bond's complete, isn't it?”

 

I nod, but in my thoughts, I already am with Furiza, the SOB that is coming after me. She seems to have followed me because she offers to build me a training room where I can prepare, but she also reads my hesitation correctly. „You don't think you can defeat him, do you?”

 

Shaking my head slowly, I tell her that not even 10 years of training would be enough to bring me up to a strength where I could think about defeating him.

 

She follows my thoughts once again. “You want me to build a new space vessel, don't you? But, even with the resources I have, that would be impossible because our technology is not so far as to allow more than short trips to our moon.”

 

Shaking my head, I give her a peak at the knowledge about space travel I have, making her inhale sharply. “Well, I think I can construct you something like that, but it will take me half a year at least. These really are some fascinating concepts…”

 

I am thoroughly alarmed, and I can't help but letting her feel it. “Half a year is too long. He can be here within three months.”

 

She winces. “Then what do you propose should we do?”

 

Furiously, I am trying to think, and I can feel her mind touching mine to follow. I wonder how well she understands my thoughts because I am trying to calculate distances, thinking of planets that are within reach but do not have any communication with Furiza, searching for a way to fix my space-pod. I am thinking in a mixture of pictures, concepts that are probably very alien to her, and numerous different languages. Finally, she interrupts me. “If I understand you correctly, there is a chance of repairing the ship you came here with so that we can escape this planet and see if we are more lucky elsewhere. And no, you are NOT going to leave me behind because your Furiza will come here, and I am sure he won't leave until he has thoroughly searched the planet, and I have a pretty good idea of what he is going to do with me if he finds me. So either plan for two or not at all, capiche?”

 

Gritting my teeth, I have to strain to keep myself from blasting her in anger because she is right, as much as I dislike the idea. Mockingly, I ask: „So, how do you suggest are we going to proceed?”

 

Looking at me, she counters: “Can you visualize the parts you need to repair your ship? Emphasize all the important properties, and I will see if I can find a replacement. But first of all, we have to straighten things out. There weren't any cameras in my lab, so we're lucky on that account. But my father will be reported missing within the next few hours. We mustn't be tied to his disappearance because being involved in a court trial would be the worst thing that could happen to us at the moment.”

 

Sensing the worry lying beneath her calm façade, I cannot help but admire her somewhat for her level-headedness in this situation. I should have known that they have some laws against killing on this weakling planet, and that they would enforce them. Still, no one on this puny planet can stand up to my power. “They can't hurt us.”

 

She shakes her head. “No, I don't think they can physically hurt you. I am a completely different matter though, and it would be very bad if they charged us with murder.” She looks away, trying to compose herself again. Shakily, she continues. “That would cut off all my connections to Capsule Corporation. Sure, we can find some parts in stores and steal them, but with CC backing me, I can do much more. With your technology so advanced, I am sure we do not have the parts you need, but I can try and manufacture them in CC.”

 

Yes, I don't think I could have found a better mate on this mudball. What she sorely lacks in fighting abilities, she makes up for with her mind. Did I really plan for leaving her behind? I think I didn't have an idea how closely the bond would link us, and I underestimated her cunning. If she weren't that weak, she would be the perfect mate. “What do you have to do to gain those resources?”

 

She props her chin onto her hand. “Well, first of all, we have to make sure we don't become suspects. Are there any residues left that could be traced to you?”

 

“Perhaps some burn marks on the floor. But only experts with lots of ki-experience can identify the remaining ki, and it is almost impossible to track it back to a certain person.”

 

I hear her thoughts as clearly as if they were mine. She thinks that the burn marks can be explained with a lab accident, and then she sinks into self-pity because she is helping to cover up a murder. Feh, if she plans on staying with me, she should better get rid of such weakling sentiments. Suddenly, a flash of adrenaline shoots through her veins. “Say, Vegeta, does your spaceship have any cloaking that makes it invisible to radar waves?”

 

Seeing what she is getting at, I shake my head. “Its cloaking systems were inactive because of heavy damage.”

 

She frowns. “Damn. I'm sure you popped up on one radar screen or another, and now the government will already be looking for it. We have to be quick to get it before they do.”

 

My decision to make her my mate was a good one. “Do you know of any place where I can hide my spacepod?”

 

“Sure. CC has lots of hangars, and I am sure I can clear one out. How big is it, and do you need any help of getting it out of wherever you crashed?”

 

Having gained a little bit of insight into the measuring systems of their world, I can give a more or less accurate estimate. “It is a sphere of 2-3 meters in diameter. And no, I will be able to transport it on my own.”

 

She looks at me with an unbelieving face, and I can clearly hear the `so small' she is broadcasting. In response, I imagine myself standing next to my space-pod, making her wonder in amazement. “That's really no problem to store. But how can you fit a person in there, let alone two?”

 

I have to growl angrily. It wasn't my fault that I crashed here on this thrice-cursed mudball, and I surely didn't intend to come back with a mate. “It was never intended to hold more than one person. But with proper modifications, there should be enough space for a puny female like you.”

 

She bristles in anger, almost bursting to insult me back. Smirking, I watch her grit her teeth until she finally shoves the seething away to come back to our primary problems. “Ok, buster, enough for now. As soon as they realize that my father's vanished, they will start looking for him. I think, after a week or so, they will ask me to cover for him until he's back. Until then, we have to hope that nobody finds your spacepod. And in the meantime, we will start figuring out what things you need to repair your ship with. So, and now I think it's high time that I get back into my room so that Kelly and Chrystal won't file a missing person report. Oh, and don't be surprised if somebody asks you about me being your girl-friend. Just say yes, don't hurt those who don't like that too much, and everything will be fine. That's much easier than explaining that we have mated.”

 

Who does she think she is? Telling me what to do? Through our bond, she has to know that I am less than happy with her, but she never gives any indication thereof as she dresses herself and goes looking for the exit. As much as I want to punish her for her impertinence, I have to admit though that she is the local expert, and that she probably knows what she is talking about. Still, pretending that my mate is nothing more than an object to relieve my lust with is more than disgusting.

 

Dressing in the hideous clothes they gave me to go with my job, I angrily think of all the males with absolutely no self-restraint. I just know that they are waiting for me to admit even the slightest tie to the woman. I swear, they are even more infuriating than those herds of females gossiping about me on that bastard's ship. At least they never did it right in my face. I swear, if I were able to leave this puny low-tech-dirt-ball tomorrow, it would still be not soon enough. Damned weaklings.

 

 

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A/N: Yes, I am still alive. Here's the lemon scene that gave me so much trouble. I hope that neither one of them got out of character. Well, now that the morning after's dealt with as well, the next chapter should not take another year to post.

 

To Vegge's Mate: I tried to keep your advice in mind and give some more descriptions. Did I do better in this chapter? Later maybe, when I'm finished with the story, I will go over the earlier chapter and fix all the mistakes that undoubtedly are in there, and I'll also try to find more descriptions.

 

To triniprincess89: Thanks a lot! In the beginning, I wasn't too sure whether a first-person-view was suited for what I wanted to tell, but it appears that at least one reader likes it!

 

To spini: Well, there you go! I just couldn't post a chapter with less than 2000 words, so I tackled the `morning after', too. Thanks so much for the encouragement with the first part, it gave me the push I needed to really start working on this chapter in earnest. I think I changed quite a bit of the scene after you read it, so I have to ask you: did it get better, more believable or something, or were the changes redundant? It's like once I get started editing my rough draft, I have to go on adding here a bit, adding there a bit, until it turns out quite a bit different from the original version.

 

To EvilSaint: Lol, I was almost done with the rough draft of this chapter when I read your review. You can't imagine how big the boost in confidence was that I got from it. I hope that I still kept them in character, especially throughout the lemon. I've never written one of those before, so I am quite anxious about it. I tried not to use all the clichés like `velvet sheath', `steely rod' etc., and I couldn't imagine Bulma thinking of `spreading her legs' or `feeling Vegeta's cock against her pussy', so I avoided all those descriptions. My problem is that I don't know if the scene still captures the warm picture of an abused and frightened woman getting over her fears to have real sex for the first time, or if it has become filled with sap, or even worse, if it has turned laughable. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks again for the very long reviews.