Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Desires, Deception, and Dreams ( Chapter 3 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
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Chapter 3
Desires, Deception, and Dreams
(A/N: Asira's attack means Paralysis wave.)
Before I get the chance to yell at Goten to move his ass, she comes out of hiding. So many things happen at once, Goten fall to his knees, my gut twists at the sight of this new stranger, and I feel myself become aroused. There in front of me was a face and body unsurpassed by any being in the universe, with hair the color of raven's wings, held high in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. Eyes of black fire dance and pulse with leashed power, a power so dark yet familiar in a sense. Letting my eyes wonder down from her captivating eyes, they fall onto a mouth of a twisted, scorn-full, scowl. But, oh those lips full and the color of blood fresh from a wound. I feel the Sayian in me twitch and become restless with in the confines of skin, unconsciously my tail unwraps itself from it's resting place and thrash about.
She shifts her weight, and my attention is brought to her back. Wings...this woman has wings! How strange. Black wings of the darkest of feathers move slightly around with the breeze created by her Ki. I can hear a growl, and she tucks her arms across her chest. Ohhhh her chest, full and bountiful. She has chosen an attire to boil the blood of and man, and possibly many women. Clad in only a tight corset of black silk, crimson roses twist around that curvy expanse of chest. Lust glazed eyes travel lower still, to her navel, peculiar as it is intriguing. An intricate tribal design circles it, black and red ink dance around the navel making a familiar pattern. My dick weighs heavily between my legs at the sight of her pants, by the looks of them they are leather and painted on that perfect body. The growl becomes louder, and I see her step forward. Black boots, lacing up to her calves, create small noises on the dewy grass. Growls now turn into a menacing snarl, what the hell is it?
The idiot stands there, gawking at me, at least the half-breed had enough sense to drop to his knee before me. But this one, this Goku, stands there staring and I can smell his aroused state. The is INSOLENCE...how DARE he! Does he not know who I am? For some reason I am beginning to feel vulnerable under his inspecting gaze, in the sheer desperation of the situation, I wrap my arms around myself. An old protective habit I've had since childhood. My attention is grabbed at the sound of a growl, the young one is trying a futile attempt at a claiming. As if I would EVER mate, and even if all the hells actually froze over it would NOT be with some half breed brat. I have had enough of this bull shit, walking forward, they will die for this.
"Have you had enough, or perhaps you'd like a closer look?" I seethe out at Goku staring and Goten's snarls. Walking forth slowly, gathering small Ki balls in the palms of my hands. This death will be swift. Let the demon's of the underworld have their round at torture, I am no mood this day. The mutt, Goten, stands up looking at me with intense black eyes.
With gritted teeth and a small raise of the lips, he ask "Who are you?" Who am I? I know it's been so very long since I have reigned, but still. An annoying slap to my pride issues a growl from my own throat. Grimacing at my show of childish displeasure, I am becoming very grumpy. Dropping my arms, and shifting my hips, I answer.
"I am called Asira," dispelling the Ki balls, I walk closer to him, liking the small angered noises the boy's father is making. This could be fun, and I did come to this mountain for some fun didn't I? Diving headlong into his mind, I pull on memories, thoughts, desires, and dreams. Stopping the little shiver that runs down my spine, he knows me. Rather, he has dreamed of me. How in the name of the seven hells does he know me?
Standing now, face to face with the young mongrel, I reach up and slide my cool hand down his molted cheek. How cute, he is blushing for me. His onyx eyes grow wide, twinkling within them is a heavy dose of want and a sliver of fear. Good, he should fear me, every thing is better when you mix fear into the scenario. "Goten! Get away from her now!" his father screams at him, still standing in the same spot gawking at the two of us.
Leaning into him, he stills completely, I whisper into his ear. "Goten...", nothing more needs to be said. He remains motionless as I back away from him. Grabbing his chin, I pull it over to me. The anger that had consumed me before, slowly ebbs, and I can feel the power leak from my eyes. The black pools disappear, like smoke dissolving, replaced with the crimson color they had been born with. His own eyes grow wide as the power bleeds out, and the red fire dance begins. You see, these eyes that have seen countless centuries and the destruction of so many lives are unique to this world. With every pent up emotion, every flicker of power, every change on personality the color shifts alive bursting out flooding the eye with shades of feelings. Black for power, the crystalline ice blue for the male storm of cold anger, amber for the animal within, violet for the maiden buried, green for the envy's ugly head, and lastly the crimson that this body was born with. The crimson fire that burns, a dance that swirls and shifts.
Pulling the brat stumbling forward, Goten trips and with the force of gravity is splayed across my chest. Anger hot and deadly is rushed upwards. Digging my hand into the rough mop of haphazardly spiked hair, I pull his trembling face up. The larger Sayian must read into the situation, the power caresses my skin as he raises his own one man army. I cannot help the smirk that tugs at my mouth, this surely will be fun. Releasing Goten, and turning back to face Goku I say, "your power is impressive, Sayian, but you truly have no idea who you are playing with here. Do you?" Chuckling at his pinched face, I go on. " You have no chance at scratching me, never mind killing me. Why would you even bother to try? Why don't you leave me to my prize, and perhaps I will spare your life."
She is a monster, a captivating, beautiful monster that is hell on my body. She turns from me, approaching my son's scared form. I can't move, I only can watch the scene play out. A rumbling noise, that is dangerously close to a growl, emits from my throat. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Half of my wants to kill her for touching my son and the other, more dominant one, wants to take her to the ground and pump my hard dick so hard into her that she cries out beneath me. As the internal fight rages within, she stands before Goten, assess his appearance. He asks her who she is, in a voice so violent that I have never heard from my soft featured son.
"I am called Asira," she says, in a heavily, intoxicating, accented voice. She just stands there, in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. A small wisp of energy plays in the air, what is she doing to him? I yell to him to run, to get away from her. She is dangerous with her unknown powers and astronomically high Ki level. The battle rages on, as she bends down to him, that bitch is going to kiss him! But, instead she whispers something to him, and pulls him to her. A stab of jealous anger erupts in me, as Goten's body is molded to her beasts.
Besides the obvious, something's wrong, that angelic witch is raising a small storm with her energy. Flaring mine to match, if she wants to fight I will give her one. A sick pleasure shoots though me, images of us sparring together. Fists connecting, bodies colliding in a deadly dance of dominance, my hands on her perfect body while she bucks and fights beneath me. Launched, now, into a full arousal my dick hangs hot and heavy wanting to thrust into something. I know this is wrong, no sick, to think about taking her when she pleads and begs for me to stop, but I can't stop the images from coming forth. And she does smell so good, I bet she tastes equally as good. Just the thought of hot blood running down her luscious body almost brings me standing right there. She speaks, a mantra of words blended together like light, bright but untouchable. The heavy candice of her voice tells me to leave her to the prize held in her grasp, how can I leave now? Not with my body rutting like it is. I have had enough, she will be mine, screaming into ascension, I rush the two forms standing in the morning sunlight.
Oh so fun will finally begin, I can sense the war fought in vane with in his mind. The pheromones leaking from my body always has the same result. All men, of any species, loose their better judgement. Abandon are all thoughts of rationality and are replaced with a hot body moaning and squirming under them...or sometimes above. So many times I have used my body for the means to get the end result, but not with this. I don't want to romance him into a compromising position, I just want him to suffer. The power damn brakes and he shows his true form, interesting, he has been able to climb to Super Sayian. A feat very few have been able to pull off, a cold smile plants itself on my lips. Let's dance Super Sayian. He must have pick the thought from my mind, for he leaps into the air and rushed his son and I.
"MAHI NAMI!", I shout out over his warrior's cry. The cerulean flood of Ki flows down my arm like silk sheets in the summers breeze. It puddles in my palm warm and tingling, I swing the Ki filed hand outward in the direction of the now Super Sayian Goku. Blue energy swims forth, twirling and crackling, aimed for the stunned Sayian. Little does he know, this attack is not what he thinks it is. Slamming into him, wrapping his own Ki up in the field of energy, he is paralyzed where he stands.
"You stupid Earth loving Sayian, you just flew right into the trap. Now you get the front row seat to the show," I tell him barely containing the bubbles of laughter toppling out.
"Asira?" I ask her. The evilness radiating from her is breath taking. She is not the woman from my dreams, she would never act like this. She may look like her, but in spirit she is lacking. "What are you doing to my father?"
So the brat has found his tongue, lovely. Looking for a second longer at the now paralyzed Goku, I smile a sweet malignant smile at his grief stricken face. Turning my attention back at the boy, I broaden my smile to nothing more than a baring of teeth. The audible gasp he gives shakes my insides, in a very good way. My blood is pumping excited beyond measure at the prospect standing before me. Fazing my arm out, locking his throat in my hands, I tell him. "Goten, your father gets to play witness to this little tragedy. We will all perform our parts the way we should. I the mysterious, yet deadly assassin come to spill the blood of her particular mark, your father the strong unbeaten warrior held prisoner within his own power, and you....you my dear Goten have the lead." With every word the blood boils to the point of pain, this is the demon inside me. Clawing to be freed, fingers flex on that pale throat, and he tries to speak. Releasing pressure slightly, I always do love when some one begs for their life.
"What...." he stammers. "What's the lead?" His voice rasps and grates from the braking wind pipes. Running a dry tongue over the elongates canine, I get off by the fear birthed in his tearing eyes.
"You, Goten, will play the hapless victim of the mysteriously assassin," was the last thing said before my mouth descended on his quivering lips. He fights the kiss, yelling and biting at the invasion of my mouth. The brat stops moving with in my embrace as he nicks one of my fangs, simultaneously we moan in each others mouths. Gulping and drinking down my blood, Goten crushes my body to his. Hard evidence presses against my lower abdomen, snarling I hook my leg behind his and kick out. We fall to the ground with a subdued 'thud' never braking the kiss.
I pull back, now straddling his thighs, cast a look at our 'captive' audience, grinning at the obvious emotions in his teal blue eyes. Noises of impatience come from the form beneath me, a thrusting erection being grinded into my core, damn this puppy is excited. Leaning forward, holding him down by his shoulders, I say "Such spirit, Goten...it really is a pity." My hand moving to his strained neck, the 'not again' look comes over him. Grinding my hips into him, the groan vibrates my hand. Shifting my weight back, pulling him up with me, his eyes are clouded over with lust and such sweet desire.
I tap into his thoughts, many have told me how sick this was but it's something that can't be stopped, I want to know what he is thinking, the last thoughts of this dying man. I want to feel from his mind the highs my body produces for him, the lust, the desire, the fantasies. The realization hit my like a brick, I look down to this muddled mass of aroused half breed Sayian and know the truth. He is untouched by anyone before me, he is virgin. The irony of this creates a sound like a laugh, but riddled with sadness. Sadness? Something I have not felt in so long, for this it will be quick. I promise you, Goten, it will be quick. For we are kindred spirits at this moment, we are both untouched.
I pull his head back and lap at the juncture of the collar bone, easing my sharp teeth into his throat. The scream he's kept pent up wails though the morning light, a cry of pleasure, a cry of pain, a cry ripped from his very soul. Small tears threaten to run down my cheeks, for we are truly one at this time, and I can feel all of his emotions. My mind wades in a river of joy, sadness, fear, pain, loss, happiness, and most of all love. This boy is a reproduction of his father's mold, pure of heart and spirit. And I am going to kill him.
Drinking deeply of his soul, my hand, for one last time, travels the path to his neck. Pulling back from the last sip, I look into his heavy lidded eyes and weep for him. Blood tears stain tracks down my cheek, this...this sick ritual I have going inside the victims mind at the brink of their death is what so many fear about me. For at this moment, I can do anything. Soaring in a sky of possibilities and fanciful thoughts. I am almost whole once more. Then, it all ends with a snap of the neck.
Chapter 3
Desires, Deception, and Dreams
(A/N: Asira's attack means Paralysis wave.)
Before I get the chance to yell at Goten to move his ass, she comes out of hiding. So many things happen at once, Goten fall to his knees, my gut twists at the sight of this new stranger, and I feel myself become aroused. There in front of me was a face and body unsurpassed by any being in the universe, with hair the color of raven's wings, held high in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. Eyes of black fire dance and pulse with leashed power, a power so dark yet familiar in a sense. Letting my eyes wonder down from her captivating eyes, they fall onto a mouth of a twisted, scorn-full, scowl. But, oh those lips full and the color of blood fresh from a wound. I feel the Sayian in me twitch and become restless with in the confines of skin, unconsciously my tail unwraps itself from it's resting place and thrash about.
She shifts her weight, and my attention is brought to her back. Wings...this woman has wings! How strange. Black wings of the darkest of feathers move slightly around with the breeze created by her Ki. I can hear a growl, and she tucks her arms across her chest. Ohhhh her chest, full and bountiful. She has chosen an attire to boil the blood of and man, and possibly many women. Clad in only a tight corset of black silk, crimson roses twist around that curvy expanse of chest. Lust glazed eyes travel lower still, to her navel, peculiar as it is intriguing. An intricate tribal design circles it, black and red ink dance around the navel making a familiar pattern. My dick weighs heavily between my legs at the sight of her pants, by the looks of them they are leather and painted on that perfect body. The growl becomes louder, and I see her step forward. Black boots, lacing up to her calves, create small noises on the dewy grass. Growls now turn into a menacing snarl, what the hell is it?
The idiot stands there, gawking at me, at least the half-breed had enough sense to drop to his knee before me. But this one, this Goku, stands there staring and I can smell his aroused state. The is INSOLENCE...how DARE he! Does he not know who I am? For some reason I am beginning to feel vulnerable under his inspecting gaze, in the sheer desperation of the situation, I wrap my arms around myself. An old protective habit I've had since childhood. My attention is grabbed at the sound of a growl, the young one is trying a futile attempt at a claiming. As if I would EVER mate, and even if all the hells actually froze over it would NOT be with some half breed brat. I have had enough of this bull shit, walking forward, they will die for this.
"Have you had enough, or perhaps you'd like a closer look?" I seethe out at Goku staring and Goten's snarls. Walking forth slowly, gathering small Ki balls in the palms of my hands. This death will be swift. Let the demon's of the underworld have their round at torture, I am no mood this day. The mutt, Goten, stands up looking at me with intense black eyes.
With gritted teeth and a small raise of the lips, he ask "Who are you?" Who am I? I know it's been so very long since I have reigned, but still. An annoying slap to my pride issues a growl from my own throat. Grimacing at my show of childish displeasure, I am becoming very grumpy. Dropping my arms, and shifting my hips, I answer.
"I am called Asira," dispelling the Ki balls, I walk closer to him, liking the small angered noises the boy's father is making. This could be fun, and I did come to this mountain for some fun didn't I? Diving headlong into his mind, I pull on memories, thoughts, desires, and dreams. Stopping the little shiver that runs down my spine, he knows me. Rather, he has dreamed of me. How in the name of the seven hells does he know me?
Standing now, face to face with the young mongrel, I reach up and slide my cool hand down his molted cheek. How cute, he is blushing for me. His onyx eyes grow wide, twinkling within them is a heavy dose of want and a sliver of fear. Good, he should fear me, every thing is better when you mix fear into the scenario. "Goten! Get away from her now!" his father screams at him, still standing in the same spot gawking at the two of us.
Leaning into him, he stills completely, I whisper into his ear. "Goten...", nothing more needs to be said. He remains motionless as I back away from him. Grabbing his chin, I pull it over to me. The anger that had consumed me before, slowly ebbs, and I can feel the power leak from my eyes. The black pools disappear, like smoke dissolving, replaced with the crimson color they had been born with. His own eyes grow wide as the power bleeds out, and the red fire dance begins. You see, these eyes that have seen countless centuries and the destruction of so many lives are unique to this world. With every pent up emotion, every flicker of power, every change on personality the color shifts alive bursting out flooding the eye with shades of feelings. Black for power, the crystalline ice blue for the male storm of cold anger, amber for the animal within, violet for the maiden buried, green for the envy's ugly head, and lastly the crimson that this body was born with. The crimson fire that burns, a dance that swirls and shifts.
Pulling the brat stumbling forward, Goten trips and with the force of gravity is splayed across my chest. Anger hot and deadly is rushed upwards. Digging my hand into the rough mop of haphazardly spiked hair, I pull his trembling face up. The larger Sayian must read into the situation, the power caresses my skin as he raises his own one man army. I cannot help the smirk that tugs at my mouth, this surely will be fun. Releasing Goten, and turning back to face Goku I say, "your power is impressive, Sayian, but you truly have no idea who you are playing with here. Do you?" Chuckling at his pinched face, I go on. " You have no chance at scratching me, never mind killing me. Why would you even bother to try? Why don't you leave me to my prize, and perhaps I will spare your life."
She is a monster, a captivating, beautiful monster that is hell on my body. She turns from me, approaching my son's scared form. I can't move, I only can watch the scene play out. A rumbling noise, that is dangerously close to a growl, emits from my throat. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Half of my wants to kill her for touching my son and the other, more dominant one, wants to take her to the ground and pump my hard dick so hard into her that she cries out beneath me. As the internal fight rages within, she stands before Goten, assess his appearance. He asks her who she is, in a voice so violent that I have never heard from my soft featured son.
"I am called Asira," she says, in a heavily, intoxicating, accented voice. She just stands there, in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. A small wisp of energy plays in the air, what is she doing to him? I yell to him to run, to get away from her. She is dangerous with her unknown powers and astronomically high Ki level. The battle rages on, as she bends down to him, that bitch is going to kiss him! But, instead she whispers something to him, and pulls him to her. A stab of jealous anger erupts in me, as Goten's body is molded to her beasts.
Besides the obvious, something's wrong, that angelic witch is raising a small storm with her energy. Flaring mine to match, if she wants to fight I will give her one. A sick pleasure shoots though me, images of us sparring together. Fists connecting, bodies colliding in a deadly dance of dominance, my hands on her perfect body while she bucks and fights beneath me. Launched, now, into a full arousal my dick hangs hot and heavy wanting to thrust into something. I know this is wrong, no sick, to think about taking her when she pleads and begs for me to stop, but I can't stop the images from coming forth. And she does smell so good, I bet she tastes equally as good. Just the thought of hot blood running down her luscious body almost brings me standing right there. She speaks, a mantra of words blended together like light, bright but untouchable. The heavy candice of her voice tells me to leave her to the prize held in her grasp, how can I leave now? Not with my body rutting like it is. I have had enough, she will be mine, screaming into ascension, I rush the two forms standing in the morning sunlight.
Oh so fun will finally begin, I can sense the war fought in vane with in his mind. The pheromones leaking from my body always has the same result. All men, of any species, loose their better judgement. Abandon are all thoughts of rationality and are replaced with a hot body moaning and squirming under them...or sometimes above. So many times I have used my body for the means to get the end result, but not with this. I don't want to romance him into a compromising position, I just want him to suffer. The power damn brakes and he shows his true form, interesting, he has been able to climb to Super Sayian. A feat very few have been able to pull off, a cold smile plants itself on my lips. Let's dance Super Sayian. He must have pick the thought from my mind, for he leaps into the air and rushed his son and I.
"MAHI NAMI!", I shout out over his warrior's cry. The cerulean flood of Ki flows down my arm like silk sheets in the summers breeze. It puddles in my palm warm and tingling, I swing the Ki filed hand outward in the direction of the now Super Sayian Goku. Blue energy swims forth, twirling and crackling, aimed for the stunned Sayian. Little does he know, this attack is not what he thinks it is. Slamming into him, wrapping his own Ki up in the field of energy, he is paralyzed where he stands.
"You stupid Earth loving Sayian, you just flew right into the trap. Now you get the front row seat to the show," I tell him barely containing the bubbles of laughter toppling out.
"Asira?" I ask her. The evilness radiating from her is breath taking. She is not the woman from my dreams, she would never act like this. She may look like her, but in spirit she is lacking. "What are you doing to my father?"
So the brat has found his tongue, lovely. Looking for a second longer at the now paralyzed Goku, I smile a sweet malignant smile at his grief stricken face. Turning my attention back at the boy, I broaden my smile to nothing more than a baring of teeth. The audible gasp he gives shakes my insides, in a very good way. My blood is pumping excited beyond measure at the prospect standing before me. Fazing my arm out, locking his throat in my hands, I tell him. "Goten, your father gets to play witness to this little tragedy. We will all perform our parts the way we should. I the mysterious, yet deadly assassin come to spill the blood of her particular mark, your father the strong unbeaten warrior held prisoner within his own power, and you....you my dear Goten have the lead." With every word the blood boils to the point of pain, this is the demon inside me. Clawing to be freed, fingers flex on that pale throat, and he tries to speak. Releasing pressure slightly, I always do love when some one begs for their life.
"What...." he stammers. "What's the lead?" His voice rasps and grates from the braking wind pipes. Running a dry tongue over the elongates canine, I get off by the fear birthed in his tearing eyes.
"You, Goten, will play the hapless victim of the mysteriously assassin," was the last thing said before my mouth descended on his quivering lips. He fights the kiss, yelling and biting at the invasion of my mouth. The brat stops moving with in my embrace as he nicks one of my fangs, simultaneously we moan in each others mouths. Gulping and drinking down my blood, Goten crushes my body to his. Hard evidence presses against my lower abdomen, snarling I hook my leg behind his and kick out. We fall to the ground with a subdued 'thud' never braking the kiss.
I pull back, now straddling his thighs, cast a look at our 'captive' audience, grinning at the obvious emotions in his teal blue eyes. Noises of impatience come from the form beneath me, a thrusting erection being grinded into my core, damn this puppy is excited. Leaning forward, holding him down by his shoulders, I say "Such spirit, Goten...it really is a pity." My hand moving to his strained neck, the 'not again' look comes over him. Grinding my hips into him, the groan vibrates my hand. Shifting my weight back, pulling him up with me, his eyes are clouded over with lust and such sweet desire.
I tap into his thoughts, many have told me how sick this was but it's something that can't be stopped, I want to know what he is thinking, the last thoughts of this dying man. I want to feel from his mind the highs my body produces for him, the lust, the desire, the fantasies. The realization hit my like a brick, I look down to this muddled mass of aroused half breed Sayian and know the truth. He is untouched by anyone before me, he is virgin. The irony of this creates a sound like a laugh, but riddled with sadness. Sadness? Something I have not felt in so long, for this it will be quick. I promise you, Goten, it will be quick. For we are kindred spirits at this moment, we are both untouched.
I pull his head back and lap at the juncture of the collar bone, easing my sharp teeth into his throat. The scream he's kept pent up wails though the morning light, a cry of pleasure, a cry of pain, a cry ripped from his very soul. Small tears threaten to run down my cheeks, for we are truly one at this time, and I can feel all of his emotions. My mind wades in a river of joy, sadness, fear, pain, loss, happiness, and most of all love. This boy is a reproduction of his father's mold, pure of heart and spirit. And I am going to kill him.
Drinking deeply of his soul, my hand, for one last time, travels the path to his neck. Pulling back from the last sip, I look into his heavy lidded eyes and weep for him. Blood tears stain tracks down my cheek, this...this sick ritual I have going inside the victims mind at the brink of their death is what so many fear about me. For at this moment, I can do anything. Soaring in a sky of possibilities and fanciful thoughts. I am almost whole once more. Then, it all ends with a snap of the neck.