Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Remember Me Always ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Guardian of Ice 
Lemony goodness..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 903 | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Lemony goodness..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 903 | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Six: The Watcher's Rage
A/N: For now, ~**~ This is thought, and -= =- is flashback.
As the two lovers slept within the comforting walls of the little hut, another soul was left out, crouching with his back pressed against the side of the hut.
His eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, were dull, glazed over with thought, one of them twitching slightly from the anger he felt, like a raging inferno in his chest. He was trembling with this rage, his hands balled into fists, and, though short, the fingernails digging deep into his flesh. Thin lines of blood ran down his wrists, almost identical to the ones that had run over Trunks' throat only the previous afternoon. The hatred felt for the lavender haired man had obviously since increased, intensifying times a thousand, all within the time of that act he had witnessed....
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-= Having returned from being chased away from his second home, and not very happy about it, he knocked on the door, praying inwardly that he may be forgiven, deep and soulful eyes locked onto the door. Taking a deep breath, he awaited for the door to open, and in his feeble mind played a little fantasy of Chi-Chi forgiving him like it had been nothing. But there was no answer, and the longer Yamcha stood there, the more puzzled he became. He knew something had to be up, and hearing a distant sounds from within the house, used all his restraint not to force the door open.
He knew, though, a way he might see what went on and slowly crept around the side of the house, to the open bedroom window, a sly grin on his face. Maybe he'd catch Chi-chan touching herself... He shivered like a little girl upon thinking of that, licking his lips, and standing on tiptoe to look in the window. What he saw made his jaw drop until he swore it popped out of its socket, his eyes bulging.
On that bed lay that purple haired man... Trunks... and HIS Chi-Chi, both stark naked. Yamcha felt a trickle of blood run down over his lips as he gazed upon Chi-Chi's bare form, creamy flesh, raven hair like pure silk. Supple breasts firm and round, pink nubs hard and begging to be touched, and one of them WAS, those large masculine digits running over it, flicking it, earning a heated moan from Chi-Chi. Those eyes glittering with all the passion of the Saiya-jin race, he lowered his lips to one of the little buttons and nipped at it, before taking it into his mouth, and suckling like a child.
To keep himself from screaming aloud, Yamcha stuffed his fist into his mouth, lips still covered with blood, and bit down hard, his eyes still wide, body shaking. He whimpered softly as he watched Chi-Chi draw her fingers down Trunks's chest, and down his stomach, seeing the look of lust in her eyes as she stared up at the 'unwanted invader.' Their eyes locked,and soon after, the same was said for their lips, tongues mating between them, hidden by the clasp of their kiss. Yamcha watched in horror as that purple haired bastard guided his well endowed-self towards Chi-Chi's slick folds, and slowly penetrated her entrance, groaning softly in that husky voice...
To the gaping onlooker's astonishment, he felt a slight twinge from his own piece, it having already been throbbing from just one look at Chi-Chi's slender, beautiful form. He resisted that sickening urge to stroke the bulge in his pants as he had done so often when picturing a scene painfully similar to this.. But this only made that member crave more attention, as he watched Trunks push himself into his goddess, and make quick work of breaking her virgin barrier. Crying out slightly in the pain, Chi-Chi's eyes closed tightly, and Yamcha hissed against his own hand.
The cerulean eyed man bit his lower lip, sliding his arms around her, cradling her protectively, waiting for the signal that he could continue. It came, in the form of a feathery kiss against his neck and slowly, he pulled out, to the head. A shudder of sheer pleasure ran through the raven haired vixen ,and she held him close against her with slender yet strong arms,uttering a soft "Ohh... T..Trunks..... " That moan in itself made Trunks release his own, a soft breath against her shoulder as he began a slow and deep pace of pumping against her. The feel of her silken walls around him was pure bliss, and he threw his head back, Yamcha watching steel muscles ripple under tanned flesh with each move he made..
Sickened, Yamcha tried to pry his eyes away, sinking his teeth into his hand and yelping muffledly. The lovemaking pair, of course, could not hear it, nor the thud of a body as Yamcha fainted dead away, the cries and moans of pleasure still ringing in his ears...=-
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He shook his head, so hating himself for not doing something... Digging his nails into his scalp, and tugging at the roots of that jet black hair, her snickered softly, slightly elongated canines glittering in the light of the still rising sun. Oh, yes, he had a plan now....... He would teach her not to love him.....
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A/N: Okay, it sucked. Gomen ne! If you disagree with me, tell me! Praise is looooved. n.n
A/N: For now, ~**~ This is thought, and -= =- is flashback.
As the two lovers slept within the comforting walls of the little hut, another soul was left out, crouching with his back pressed against the side of the hut.
His eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, were dull, glazed over with thought, one of them twitching slightly from the anger he felt, like a raging inferno in his chest. He was trembling with this rage, his hands balled into fists, and, though short, the fingernails digging deep into his flesh. Thin lines of blood ran down his wrists, almost identical to the ones that had run over Trunks' throat only the previous afternoon. The hatred felt for the lavender haired man had obviously since increased, intensifying times a thousand, all within the time of that act he had witnessed....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-= Having returned from being chased away from his second home, and not very happy about it, he knocked on the door, praying inwardly that he may be forgiven, deep and soulful eyes locked onto the door. Taking a deep breath, he awaited for the door to open, and in his feeble mind played a little fantasy of Chi-Chi forgiving him like it had been nothing. But there was no answer, and the longer Yamcha stood there, the more puzzled he became. He knew something had to be up, and hearing a distant sounds from within the house, used all his restraint not to force the door open.
He knew, though, a way he might see what went on and slowly crept around the side of the house, to the open bedroom window, a sly grin on his face. Maybe he'd catch Chi-chan touching herself... He shivered like a little girl upon thinking of that, licking his lips, and standing on tiptoe to look in the window. What he saw made his jaw drop until he swore it popped out of its socket, his eyes bulging.
On that bed lay that purple haired man... Trunks... and HIS Chi-Chi, both stark naked. Yamcha felt a trickle of blood run down over his lips as he gazed upon Chi-Chi's bare form, creamy flesh, raven hair like pure silk. Supple breasts firm and round, pink nubs hard and begging to be touched, and one of them WAS, those large masculine digits running over it, flicking it, earning a heated moan from Chi-Chi. Those eyes glittering with all the passion of the Saiya-jin race, he lowered his lips to one of the little buttons and nipped at it, before taking it into his mouth, and suckling like a child.
To keep himself from screaming aloud, Yamcha stuffed his fist into his mouth, lips still covered with blood, and bit down hard, his eyes still wide, body shaking. He whimpered softly as he watched Chi-Chi draw her fingers down Trunks's chest, and down his stomach, seeing the look of lust in her eyes as she stared up at the 'unwanted invader.' Their eyes locked,and soon after, the same was said for their lips, tongues mating between them, hidden by the clasp of their kiss. Yamcha watched in horror as that purple haired bastard guided his well endowed-self towards Chi-Chi's slick folds, and slowly penetrated her entrance, groaning softly in that husky voice...
To the gaping onlooker's astonishment, he felt a slight twinge from his own piece, it having already been throbbing from just one look at Chi-Chi's slender, beautiful form. He resisted that sickening urge to stroke the bulge in his pants as he had done so often when picturing a scene painfully similar to this.. But this only made that member crave more attention, as he watched Trunks push himself into his goddess, and make quick work of breaking her virgin barrier. Crying out slightly in the pain, Chi-Chi's eyes closed tightly, and Yamcha hissed against his own hand.
The cerulean eyed man bit his lower lip, sliding his arms around her, cradling her protectively, waiting for the signal that he could continue. It came, in the form of a feathery kiss against his neck and slowly, he pulled out, to the head. A shudder of sheer pleasure ran through the raven haired vixen ,and she held him close against her with slender yet strong arms,uttering a soft "Ohh... T..Trunks..... " That moan in itself made Trunks release his own, a soft breath against her shoulder as he began a slow and deep pace of pumping against her. The feel of her silken walls around him was pure bliss, and he threw his head back, Yamcha watching steel muscles ripple under tanned flesh with each move he made..
Sickened, Yamcha tried to pry his eyes away, sinking his teeth into his hand and yelping muffledly. The lovemaking pair, of course, could not hear it, nor the thud of a body as Yamcha fainted dead away, the cries and moans of pleasure still ringing in his ears...=-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He shook his head, so hating himself for not doing something... Digging his nails into his scalp, and tugging at the roots of that jet black hair, her snickered softly, slightly elongated canines glittering in the light of the still rising sun. Oh, yes, he had a plan now....... He would teach her not to love him.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Okay, it sucked. Gomen ne! If you disagree with me, tell me! Praise is looooved. n.n