Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyazon Origins ❯ What dreams may come ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8

 

That night not everyone in the barracks slept as peacefully as the children. The dark stillness of sleep did not last long for Turles as he was taunted with an unexpected, but not unwelcome dream about Holly.

 

There she stood standing out in stark contrast to the darkness in a gown fit for queen. It was blood red and wrapped around her like a wave of magnificent sparkling silk. Her tail hung lazily at her side and her hair was held up in the back by a large golden clip, with one solitary strand hanging down by her cheek glistening like starlight. She glared down at me as I knelt on one knee before her staring up at her like a wide eyed worshipper meeting his goddess for the first time.

 

“What do you want soldier? I haven't time for your games.” She snapped and raised her chin turning her head away like a disgusted royal.

 

I stood up and reached for her, part of me wanting so badly to hold her and kiss her. She evaded my grasp for a moment, but I persisted pulling her to me and holding her against me with one arm locked around her waist.

 

“Unhand me! No man may touch me without my consent! I will have you beheaded for this!” She hissed angrily glaring up into my face. Even in anger she was amazing. Her spirit only made my shaft stiffen even more.

 

“Please my Queen, allow me your touch?” I spoke, I had never begged in my life, but for her I would. In this dream world it seemed as if there was nothing I wouldn't be willing to do for this goddess in my arms.

 

“Why?” She asked with a tinge of venom in her voice.

 

“Because, I cannot be without you. Take pity on this soldier and allow me just one taste of paradise, before I must return to the hell from whence I came.”

 

She stared intensely up at me and her eyes seemed to say that she was going to turn me down, but then they softened and she smiled. The one I loved so much, her natural expression of amusement. I reached up and caressed her cheek with my free hand, I closed my eyes and my head swam at the sensation. I quickly regained myself and leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

 

Her taste was mind blowing like the sweetest cream with a dash of cinnamon; I felt I could pass out just from her kiss. My hands started to wander and my mouth followed.

 

Meanwhile I (Holly) was writhing in my bed as I dreamed of Turles's loving caresses and worshipping lips, my mind swam I was in a fog of confusion and pleasure. I had never known anything as amazing as his lips or his strong hands caressing up and down my arms, playing with my breasts through the fabric of my dress. My breathing grew ragged and as the dream progressed I tossed and turned in the bed. I felt a desire for Turles I had never acknowledged in reality.

 

Turles slowly slid the dress down my shoulders, his hands causing flames to erupt all over my skin. He guided the dress slowly down my body till it plopped on the floor. He stared at me with eyes full of desire and allowed his hands to trace every curve and crevice of my body. I shivered and groaned in want he leaned down to kiss me again, but……

 

“Holly! Holly! Wake up! Are you ok?!” Pan asked as she shook me. My eyes shot open and I sat straight up.

 

“What?!” I almost shouted in panic.

 

“You were groaning in your sleep! I thought you was having a nightmare.” Pan said.

 

I shook my head and shivered. `It felt so real.' I thought before catching a glimpse of Pan's gleaming concerned eyes.

 

I smiled reassuringly and patted her head. “Thank you Pan.” I whispered.

 

Pan gave a small smile, but she wasn't convinced. “I'm ok now. Go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you.”

 

Pan gave her a quizzical look that would have made her father proud and yawned before laying back down to fall asleep.

 

I sighed and walked over to the window. `Close one.' I thought scratching my head. I ran my hand all the way through my hair and leaned my head out the open window taking a deep breath from the refreshing night air. “What is wrong with me?” I whispered out loud.

 

Meanwhile Turles's dream was interrupted at the same time Holly awoke. In his dream she just disappeared. He sat straight up in his bed breath heavy sweat pouring off his head. “No!” He almost shouted, but stopped himself at the last minute. He stared down at the blanket thinking about his dream and the woman in the room next door. There was no denying from the context of the dream that his feelings for her went beyond obscure friendship to deep lust and need. She was the first female saiyan he had known since Vegeta-sei was destroyed and at that time he hadn't even hit puberty.

 

He could only reason that it was his instinct telling him it was time to bed one of his own kind, but she was so different and yet, he liked her that way. He shook his head his thoughts confusing him once again something that had started happening frequently since they met. `What's wrong with me? I have to have her and get her out of my system. But she won't even speak to me…..well somehow I will have to remedy that.' Turles threw his head back down on the pillow and began to contemplate a way to get Holly back.

 

The next day Gohan came and picked up the girls and left without Turles even showing himself. I went about my business trying to forget about the dream I had had the night before. I decided to do something mindless to stop my rampant thoughts so I went to the game room to watch some TV.

 

Turles sought me out there. I heard him not to stealthily sneak up behind the couch and peer over it like a curious child. I wanted to laugh at his antics, but kept a stern face as I was still upset with him. “Hey Holly, want to go spar? Better yet, I'll help you with your form; you and I both know you want to work on it.” I didn't respond.

 

“Oh come on!” He almost begged his childish tone making him sound eerily like Goku.

 

“No! I told you I don't want anything to do with you!” I snapped trying to be angry.

 

He stood up and groaned running a hand through his hair. “Look why don't we just settle this the saiyan way. We'll fight and if I win then you have to forgive me.”

 

“And if I win?” I asked turning the TV off.

 

He leaned down to lay his head on the back of the couch. “But you won't.”

 

I sighed heavily and jumped off the couch. “I'm not talking to you, Turles, not until….”

 

“Until what?” He shouted in irritation.

 

“Until you are like this….”

 

“So I am off the hook?” He cut in confusedly.

 

“No, until you are like this in front of the others.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Yourself! You are one person with me and another with them! You do your best to show no emotion in front of them!” It was obvious we were both becoming more exasperated and I felt as though I was losing any point I had.

 

Turles just stood there staring at me like I had two heads his mouth hanging open and his jaw twitching. “I….I….” He sputtered. He ran an agitated hand through his hair. “Look I don't understand my behavior either; I have been like that my entire life. I was never like this until I met you. So I don't know what you want me to do? You tell me to be myself, but this isn't who I've always been. I'm different with you! You're a completely different kind of saiyan!”

 

I gasped. I felt as though I had been caught, he was right. I was more like Goku the saiyan who hit his head and had a completely different personality yet held the same saiyan instincts. And in truth, I wasn't even that. At that moment I had an urge to just spill the whole thing, but it was so unbelievable. Instead, like I always do I tried to maintain the argument although it was slowly dying.

 

“Well, Turles I want to be your friend, but I can't if you are continually insulting and belittling me in front of the others. That doesn't sit well with me, because you're right I am a different kind, this matters to me.”

 

Something inside of Turles twitched at her use of the word `friend'. Something feral inside himself growled. `I don't want you as a friend, I want to fuck!'

 

I sighed heavily having spoken my peace. I turned to leave. Turles saw me leaving and he grabbed my arm to stop me. His feral side was still growling as confusion fogged his mind. He pulled me to him and kissed me fiercely as if he were trying to convey all he couldn't put into words via that one kiss.

 

I was so stunned, my body went stiff as his lips molded over mine and his teeth nipped my lips begging entrance to my mouth. It opened of its own accord in a gasp and his tongue plundered my mouth mercilessly. I leaned all my weight into him as I gave in to the burning kiss. I had never been kissed before so I hardly knew how to react, but my body seemed to already know and my tongue pressed against his. The wet friction was so erotic my whole body fizzled with heat.

 

I didn't even hear the foot steps coming down the hall, but Turles had and he abruptly pulled his mouth away and sat me down effortlessly on the couch as he walked out of the room. I barely comprehended what had just happened when I saw Nappa walk by. A few minutes later Turles walked back in and I understood the situation…..perfectly. He leaned back down over me looking like he wanted to kiss me again and I punched him hard in the nose, breaking it. He pulled back in shock. I stood up and gave him the worst glare I could muster. “I think I've made my point.” I then hurried to my room fighting tears.

 

Turles stood there with a bleeding and broken nose staring off into space. Realization of my actual point had finally hit him. `Great, just great! I know what she wants of me, but how can I do that? How can I go against everything I've ever known?'

 

Turles didn't know what to do; this battle seemed an impossible one to win.

 

I avoided him like the plague for the next week. I flew off to train with the Sons early in the day and wouldn't return till late. Either that or I found a way to train with Vegeta, Radditz, or even Nappa, away from Turles. If I did see him I refused to acknowledge his presence and continued on my merry way. I was working myself ragged with training trying not to think about Turles or the kiss he had given me. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Was it desperation, confusion, or maybe……no…….No! I refused to believe it. I refused to get my hopes up. I had enjoyed it far too much. `What's wrong with me? I should have slapped him first not after!'

 

Turles was the most miserable he'd ever been, never in his life had he been inclined to mope, but now he was doing it all the time. He couldn't get her taste out of his mind. She had tasted twice as good in reality as she had in his dream. He wanted to drink her entire essence, she hadn't so much as looked at him in a week and it hurt him in a way nothing in his life before had ever hurt. He couldn't fathom it, and was confused as with what to do.

 

Sorry about the POV changes, took a long time to write this and I confused myself.

Sorry about the pointless argument, I needed drama, but not too much drama that comes later.