Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyazon Origins ❯ Dirty Dancing and Broken Hearts ( Chapter 9 )

 

Chapter 9

 

Luckily fate was inclined to do the walking for Turles. A week after the kiss, the inhabitants of the barracks were over at Capsule Corp training with Vegeta, as per usual. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Vegeta that Turles and I were avoiding each other. Being the most observant of the saiyans, Vegeta had seen Turles's longing looks and my downcast eyes and permanent frown.

 

He didn't much care to get involved in the personal lives of his subjects and my abilities had greatly improved in the last month or so and he was not inclined to knock it.

Bulma summoned the group in for lunch. As we ate Bulma talked, she talked of a party that Capsule Corp was throwing in the coming week and that she had invited them and all the rest of the Z fighters to join as well. It was the Briefs annual summer bash, every friend of the Briefs family was invited and most in attendance. There would be music, dancing, and food it was a casual party compared to many of the formal parties held for Capsule share holders. Vegeta of course was grumpy about this, he disliked being forced to socialize with other earthlings, it had taken him long enough to get used to the Z gang hanging around, or Goku for that matter.

 

Bulma however as usual got the last word on that.

 

Bulma stared at me with a smile and asked, “So Holly, will you be joining the fun? Trunks and Goten tell me you are fond of music.”

 

I smiled. It was true, back home I was often called a slave for music, couldn't go more than two hours without before I started fidgeting madly. “Oh yes, I would love too, but I have nothing to wear I'm afraid.”

 

Bulma's eyes widened marginally and her grin widened. “Oh don't worry about that! The girls and I are always looking for an excuse to go shopping.”

 

`Shopping?!' My eyes widened only in terror and misery. Shopping was not something I personally enjoyed, especially for clothes. Nappa could see the terror on my face and chuckled. “Yep, definitely a saiyan. The only thing you seem to fear is shopping.”

 

I gave him a slight glare. “It isn't like a saiyan however, to enjoy such loud music as you do.” Radditz quipped. He had often heard me listening to music and it was true I enjoyed it loud.

 

He was right and I was really bad at hiding that I wasn't a saiyan since I was pretty sure their sensitive ears would not be as taken with sound as mine.

 

I frowned at him and put on a front. “Well as I've said before we come from different dimensions.”

 

“Why don't you go back to it then?” Radditz retorted sourly.

 

“Cause I don't know how I got here in the first place, remember!” I replied with a `duh obvious' tone.

 

Bulma sighed. “I wish there was a way I could help you get back home, dear, but I don't know much about how to cross dimensional space, time space I could do, dimensional not so easy.”

 

I shook my head. “It's alright, Bulma, I don't mind being here. I am sure I was brought here for a reason and once I have figured it out I can also figure out how to get home.”

 

“Well until, that time comes you are one of the team and as such the girls and I are taking you shopping for the party tomorrow.”

 

I physically grimaced and Turles chuckled at me. I glared disdainfully at him and he diverted his eyes.

 

The next day Bulma, Chi chi, and Videl showed up at the barracks bright and early to drag me shopping. I had never been so sick or tired in my whole life by the time the day was over.

 

I left all my purchases at Bulma's and flew slowly back to the barracks I stumbled through the door and the three bachelors looked up from the kitchen table to see me.

 

“Wow, that bad huh?” Radditz commented seeing my pale face. I cringed and my knees buckled as I fell into a chair.

 

“Worse!” I groaned laying my forehead against the table. “Days like this I wish I was a man!”

 

Radditz and Nappa chuckled and Turles looked at me concerned. I didn't notice as my eyelids grew heavy and I was soon asleep face down on the table. Nappa chuckled again.

“Wow, ain't that something. She's as wore out as if she had been training 100 times gravity all day.”

 

Turles sighed, acting agitated. “I'll take her upstairs.” Turles lifted me effortlessly out of the chair and carried me bridal style upstairs to my room. He lay me down and covered me with a blanket thoughtfully, he brushed my hair out of my eyes and as his fingers skimmed my cheek he felt a spark run through him and lips tingled to kiss me again.

 

`You can get away with it she's asleep she'll never know.' His mind rationalized, but he shook the thought away. It was tempting, but he knew now wasn't the time or place for it.

 

The day of the party rolled around and about four hours before it was to start, Videl and Chi chi showed up at the barracks. “Come on Holly! We are headed over to Bulma's to get ready for the party!”

 

“Now?” I said glancing at the clock.

 

“Yeah!”

 

I grimaced knowing my next four hours would be full of poking and prodding with makeup and other accessories. I sighed. “Let me warn the fellas.” I turned around and shouted out. “Guys, I am heading off to Capsule early, see you at the party!”

 

As the door slammed shut, I couldn't hear Nappa mumble to Radditz. “She must be a glutton for punishment.”

 

The men of the barracks and the Sons arrived at Capsule Corp just as the party started and several other guests were filling the huge solarium.

 

They were all dressed in nice shirts and pants; casual to some was formal torture to them. Vegeta stood by the large grand staircase waiting impatiently for Bulma to come down. He was dressed in a navy blue silk button down shirt and black slacks. He was approached by the rest of the male saiyans. “So where are our female brethren?” Turles asked sarcastically.

 

Goku piped up with, “Well Pan and Bra are with the babysitter and Chi Chi and Videl should be here with Holly and Bulma.”

 

Turles rolled his eyes. Goku was a great fighter, but oblivious to much else.

 

Vegeta humped. “They have been up their preening and primping for hours, I swear I heard Holly's protest from the gravity chamber.”

 

Trunks chuckled. “Yeah she didn't sound happy.”

 

“Can you blame her, saiyan females are much like saiyan men accept for the differences in anatomy. Its like if they took one of us up there to dress us up.” The Sons all cringed and then the ladies filed down the stairs.

 

Bulma, Chi chi, and Videl all looked stunning in some form of dress or skirt, which was a little bit more than casual. Vegeta held out his arm to Bulma and she walked right into his grasp and leaned into his chest. She kissed him hotly and he smirked at his gorgeous mate and then Bulma pulled back when she noticed the boys looking around for the missing fourth female. She cleared her throat and said to the saiyans gathered. “May I present to you a saiyan female as you have never before seen.”

 

On cue I came down the stairs nervously, biting my lip as I came into the view of the group. What I was wearing was far more casual, than what the other girls were wearing, but no less stunning.

 

Turles was at a loss for worlds as well as the rest of the saiyan men. Trunks, Goten, and Turles were practically drooling and even Nappa and Radditz had to remember how to blink. She wore a black leather top that only had one thick strap over her right shoulder that turned to a gossamer green sleeve while her left shoulder and arm were left bare to show off her tattoo. The top was embroidered with green vines that seemed to grow off the thick strap and down across her chest and stomach in an alluring pattern and she wore matching black pants that had open laced sides from the bottom to the knee and matching shoes. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back atop her head the ends slightly curled and glitter adorned her eye lids while her ears and left wrist sparkled with moonstone.

Turles swore he stopped breathing when he saw her descend the stairs. If he wasn't sure before now he was convinced she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

 

I as well was stunned by Turles's appearance, he wore simple black jeans and a deep red collared dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top button popped open. It took all my will power not to pant.

 

I could feel my tail unwind from my waist and wave lazily behind me. Vegeta was the first to notice the change not just in my tail, but in the tails of three other nearby saiyans.

 

Vegeta knew that the saiyan tail was the main thing that showed saiyan emotion. Anger, excitement, desire, all emotions portrayed by the actions of the tail. He could tell by the languid sway of their tails that it was desire.

 

I stood in between Chi Chi and Videl with my hands folded behind my back, nervous. None of them spoke and I was still worried about my appearance. Videl leaned over and whispered, “They're speechless. That's a good sign.” I smiled and I swore I saw Turles shutter.

 

“Are you sure this is the same Holly that left the barracks this morning?” Radditz asked skeptically.

 

“You're gorgeous!” Trunks mumbled.

 

Turles heard the hint of lust in the young Prince's voice and his own attraction for me caused him to become possessive. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand. “You look ravishing.” He leaned down and kissed the back of my hand like a real gentleman. The minute his lips touched my skin I was reliving the kiss and the dream before that.

 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nappa raise an eyebrow in surprise, Radditz smirk, but I missed the glare Trunks and Goten were giving Turles. I was too busy living a dream.

 

“Thanks.” I whispered. “I was worried. I've never worn anything so provocative before and makeup isn't really my thing.”

 

“Well both look great on you.” Goku interjected politely.

 

“Yeah who knew you could actually look like a girl.” Nappa commented with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and then Trunks stepped forward.

 

“I hear you like to dance?” He asked. I suddenly became aware of the music playing in the background.

 

“Yes. As a matter of fact I do.” I smirked.

 

“Then would you honor me, by showing me how you dance where you're from?”

I could tell Trunks was trying to come on to me, but to me he was just a friend, a kid, but I could see Turles's eyes narrow venomously at him and knew he was some how jealous. I smirked to myself it felt good to see his blood boil over me and it felt even better to have men wanting me for a change.

 

“I'd love too.” I answered taking the hand Trunks offered to me. I was having so much fun out on the floor dancing with Trunks, Goten, and the girls; I didn't notice Turles staring at me like a predator intent on stalking his prey. Vegeta and Goku had however, not missed the look of jealous rage in Turles's eyes whenever one of the single saiyans danced with her. His tails tightened around his waist and his fists clenched as he struggled to maintain an uncaring composure. He was failing miserably. And the mated saiyans were a bit worried about the flirtatious manners of their sons. It just might get them killed.

 

Finally I stopped for a drink. At my bar stool I watched Turles covertly from the corner of my eye. I had noticed he hadn't danced at all as of yet even though several young eligible ladies had asked, even flirted with him. He just ignored them or snubbed them and they walked away in a huff.

 

I smirked as I took a swig of my water. I was feeling playful this evening and I was more than willing to embarrass him in public, payback for the surprising kiss. I walked over to him and leaned against the wall beside him copying his stance. He stole a glance sideways at me and I smirked. “Care to dance?” I asked.

 

“Not particularly.” He answered. I put a hand on his bicep and his head immediately snapped around and his eyes focused in a warning glare.

 

“What's the matter? Scared?” I asked challenging him.

 

Turles did not want to be seen as a coward especially by this enigma of a woman who haunted his every though and evaded his every attempt. Plus any chance to show up those teenage fools, Trunks and Goten, on the dance floor.

 

“No, as a matter of fact, shall we?” He held out an arm and smirked conspiratorially at me. The look was slightly unnerving, but like him I wasn't ready to turn down a challenge. I smirked back and led the way to the floor my hips swaying tantalizingly.

 

Turles was happy to follow as he smirked, his eyes on my ass.

 

The song coming up was, “Promiscuous Girl” by Nelly Furtado (I have no affiliation with this song and gain nothing from its use)

 

I grinned playfully as I stood across from Turles waiting for the song to begin, not one of my favorites, but it was one I knew well enough. And as the song began I realized that it fit our situation rather perfectly.

N: Am i throwin' you off?
Nope
N: Didn't think so

How you doin' young lady
That feelin' that you givin' me really drives me crazy
You don't have a player about the choke
I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke

 

I was truly at a loss of words when Turles wrapped an arm around my hips and pulled me flush against him I could feel his hips grinding into mine and I felt my jaw go slack, but at the last second I clamped it shut and allowed a grin to cross my face as I slid my arm around his neck and moved with him.

N:If you looking for a girl that'll treat you right
If you lookin' for her in the day time with the light

You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

 

As the song continued a smug look was spreading across Turles face and I was determined to wipe it off. I reached my free hand around behind me to entwine my fingers with the ones gripping my hip. Then when the next line of the song came up I spun out of his grasps only our hands still touching.

N: You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it

 

I gave him a smirk of my own and yet he did not lose his. Instead he spun me back in so that my back was to his chest and he started to sway again.

All I can do is try, gimme one chance
What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand

I be the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent

N: You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute

I was becoming deliriously turned on by his movements and decided I had to get away from his body fast so I grabbed his other hand and spun back out so only our hands were touching as we both swayed and shook to the beat.

Chorus-
Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want

N: Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for?

Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need

N: Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?

With the spell of close contact broken momentarily I found my spirit once again and was ready to turn the tables. I propelled my self forward using his own arms and came face to face with him our mouths painfully close to touching and mouthed the next verse.

Verse-
N: Roses are red
Some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead
But you're still kinda cute

To my utter surprise he mouthed back.

Hey! I can't keep my mind off you
Where you at, do you mind if I come through

The lust in his eyes was hard to miss and the feeling it caused in my lower body was even harder to ignore. This time I was the one to pull us flush together and forcefully grind against him. I let a gasp of pleasure escape me and I swear I saw his eyes flutter back in his head.

N: I'm out of this world come with me to my planet
Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?

They call me Thomas
last name Crown
Recognize game
I'm a lay mine's down

N: I'm a big girl I can handle myself
But if I get lonely I'may need your help
Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health

I pressed hard on his shoulders with my hands although his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist to keep me in place to prove the point of the song and as a blatant reminder of our own personal problems i.e. my problems with his attitude.

I want you on my team
N: So does everybody else.

 

His possessive hands and smug look agitated me and this verse of the song gave me an idea and I turned my eyes away from him to where Goten and Trunks were standing outside the dance floor glaring at him as he currently had me wrapped in his arms, I gave them a flirtatious wink in my own world I knew I would not be capable of, but then I wouldn't dare do half the things there I was doing at the moment here.

 

Turles saw my blatant flirt and it enraged him so that he pulled me violently back to himself and wrapped his tail around me and gave a light squeeze and I was pleased by the jealous rage in his eyes. My eyes shone back daring him to do something about it.

Baby we can keep it on the low
Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know
If you with it girl I know a place we can go

N: What kind of girl do you take me for?

Chorus-

Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want

N: Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for?

Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need

N: Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?

Don't be mad, don't get mean
N: Don't get mad, don't be mean

Hey! Don't be mad, don't get mean
N: Don't get mad, don't be mean

I pouted at him and put my arms around his neck pulling us face to face forehead to forehead. I noticed the closer I got the more the rage dissipated and his eyes softened staring into mine with an intensity I could swear I'd seen before.

 

In Turles mind he was reliving the night he dreamt me as a queen so close yet so far, and the reality of our closeness didn't help either.

Wait! I don't mean no harm
I can see you with my t-shirt on

N: I can see you with nothing on
feeling on me baby you bring that on

I blushed as the words of the song sunk in and there was a glint in Turles eyes when he saw it; a glint of hope.

Bring that on
N: You know what I mean

Girl, I'm a freak you shouldn't say those things

N: I'm only trying to get inside your brain
To see if you can work me the way you say

This okay, this alright
I got something that you gon' like

N: Hey is that the truth or are you talking trash
Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash

Chorus-
Promiscuous Girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And its you that I want

N: Promiscuous Boy
I'm calling your name
But you're driving me crazy
The way you're making me wait

Promiscuous Girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need

N: Promiscuous Boy
We're one in the same
So we don't gotta play games no more

Little
Little
Little
Little
Little
Little
Little
Little

As the song died we stopped dead still entwined intimately lost in each others' eyes.

 

We didn't notice anything, not the stunned looks of our fellows or the hidden gaze of our foes.

 

Little did we know the same eyes that had watched us many a time before were watching us once again?

 

In Hell, Zarbon groaned. “Bleh. Must we watch such a grotesque display of saiyan mating habits?”

 

“Quiet Zarbon.” Frieza commanded. “This proves that the two care for one another. When saiyans choose a mate they become quite attached. You should have seen the look on King Vegeta's face when I killed his mate right before his eyes. It was priceless.”

 

“Enough of your gloating.” Cell commanded disgustedly. “The point is soon they will be vulnerable and we can permanently escape this hole.”

 

Neither of us snapped out of our reveres till a slow song came on. `You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This by Toby Keith.' (Again no affiliation with artist or song)

 

I straightened and was about to walk away because I was sure he wouldn't want to dance, but I was shocked when he too straightened and stepped forward wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my arms up to rest on his shoulders. He slowly swayed to the music and smiled down at me. Not a prideful smirk or a mischievous smirk a true smile. So I smiled back, deliriously excited and confused as I laid my head against his broad chest and swayed with him his chin resting on my head.

 

As we danced Nappa watched with a slack jaw and Radditz with his brows pulled together in a quizzical look. Goku and Gohan smirked knowingly and Vegeta too even had to hide the ghost of smile that threatened to grace his stern face. Trunks of course looked furious and Goten like his uncle was thoroughly confused.

 

Vegeta was the first to speak. “Maybe there is more hope for the saiyan race then I thought.”

 

“It would seem so.” Gohan commented.

 

“Would their children be pure saiyan?” Goku asked innocently.

 

“Woah! Woah! Wait a second? Turles and the bitch?!” Nappa almost shouted in disbelief.

 

“I had no idea Turles was capable of affection?” Radditz asked.

 

“I doubt it's that!” Nappa spat. “He's probably just horny.”

 

Trunks snorted. “He's way too old for her.” He grumbled.

 

Goten smirked. “Someone's jealous!”

 

“Oh like you aren't! She's gorgeous, she's a fighter what's not to like?!”

 

Goku and Gohan chuckled knowing all to well the allure of female fighters.

 

Vegeta frowned at Trunks. “Regardless, Trunks if Turles puts a claim on Holly you would be foolish to interfere.”

 

Trunks remained silent after his father's comment, though inwardly he continued to brood.

 

 

Meanwhile Turles and I were lost in our own world. When the song slowly came to end I was reluctant to let go, I didn't want to admit it, but it had felt so good to just to be in his arms. I wasn't normally the touchy feely type outside my immediate family, but this was nice. He was warm and I was so comfortable and when I looked up into his eyes I thought my knees would give. His intense obsidian orbs burned a hole in me mesmerizing me to when I almost didn't notice his mouth descending towards my own, almost. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything else in my life, but my rational mind seemed to take over at the last second and for some gods forsaken reason I stepped away from his grasp and hurried from the room needing air as I felt like my chest was about to explode.

 

I left Turles standing alone in the middle of the floor, he had belatedly reached out for me when I stepped away, but he let his hands drop when he saw me leave the building. He was confused and felt strangely cold when I left his presence. He hated being confused more than anything. Never before in his life had he been so confused it made him feel helpless another feeling he didn't like or have often.

 

He decided to end the confusion right then and followed my path. Trunks however had different ideas and he effectively blocked Turles's way.

 

“Move.” Was all Turles said menacingly glaring at the lavender haired youth.

 

Trunks growled up at the taller saiyan not even slightly intimidated. “She obviously wants to be alone.” He said.

 

Turles growled threateningly and his tail tightened around his waist and his fists clenched. Vegeta could feel the rage radiating off his comrade and even though he knew his son was strong he knew that if Trunks continued to keep Turles from the female then he would end up bleeding. Vegeta intervened grabbing his son's shoulder and began pushing him aside. “Let him go, Trunks.”

 

Trunks heeded his father's warning and stepped aside reluctantly his glare following Turles out of sight.

 

I huffed and puffed as I paced back and forth across the large cement porch of Capsule Corp. I was trying to talk myself down, but my vocal chords were just as excited as my lungs and my heart because my speech started in a whisper and erupted into a screech.

 

“Oh, calm down girl, calm down Holly…..” I whispered to myself trying to learn to breathe correctly again.

 

“WHAT AM I DOING?” I screeched out unable to contain my voice.

 

Unfortunately that was when Turles had finally reached the porch. “I was wondering the same thing myself.” He said quietly in reply.

 

My eyes just about popped out of my head and if my face wasn't already red, it was fire truck, cherry red now. I just stared for a moment taking in his presence and the only thought that registered in my mind was, `He's gorgeous.' I shook my head to clear it and Turles had to refrain from smirking at the way my tail was swaying behind me frantically. Instead he spoke again.

 

“What are we doing here, Holly?” He said in a sultry voice.

 

`He said my name!' My heart practically stopped, but I quickly returned to a serious demeanor not wanting to let my emotions get the better of me, again.

 

“I don't know Turles. I really don't.” I had to use sheer force of will to pull my eyes from his and look at the ground.

 

It was silent for a few moments before he spoke. “Was that what you wanted?”

 

I looked up at him confusion written clearly on my face.

 

“When you said you wanted me to be myself, to express myself, in the open. Was that in there what you wanted?” He walked towards me a smile growing on his face, his tail swaying much the way mine was.

 

I gulped as he approached, looking around for an escape although why I wanted to I wasn't even sure. He was the inescapable predator and I was the cornered prey. “Well, well, if that's how you really feel….” I stuttered, but he cut me off and in one stride stood before me, not a foot of space between us.

 

“Yes, it is.” He said resolutely, capturing my eyes with his own.

 

I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding, “Well for those of us who are dazed and confused would you please elaborate on what those feelings are?”

 

Turles's smile turned into a full fledged grin, a devilish tempting grin. “Desire, lust, want, need……Take your pick.” He said in a sexy sultry voice leaning down his face so close and his tail stealthily wrapped around my waist.

 

I gasped and put my arms up just in time for his tail to pull me flush against him and my hands met with a wall of muscle. “I'm flattered really, I am….b”

 

“You should be your skill on the dance floor is only rivaled by your skill in the GR.”

 

I blushed even harder, and when blondes blush not only do their faces turn red so do the part in our hair. My head must have looked like a giant tomato. “Thank you, but I really don't think….”

 

“But I can smell it, you desire me too.” He purred rubbing up against me pulling my hands away from his chest and holding them.

 

I gasped again, it seemed I was forever short of breath around him. “It's not that I don't, I do and I appreciate such a show of emotion, but……” I looked him in the eye not wanting him to think I was rejecting him, but I had sworn to myself long ago, that I would wait until I knew it was love, and not lust before I coupled with a man. “I'm a virgin.” I said dead pan.

 

Obviously such a declaration meant something to him as his eyes widened and he searched my eyes trying to discern my truth.

 

His eyes softened, but his tail remained wrapped around me and his grip on my hands loosened. “You are….” He said as he came to the realization. Turles had never been with a virgin and he could tell by the way I was resisting that it meant something to me.

 

“Surprised?” I whispered with a nervous smile.

 

“Yes, I just figured that with all that was going on in there that you knew what you were doing…”

 

Turles realized too late that his words were not the right ones!

 

Holly pulled away from him with a grimace upon her face. “One night, one dance, does not make me a WHORE!” She spat.

 

Turles internally panicked. His male instinct telling him he had just screwed up BIG TIME! “I didn't mean it like that….” He reached for her and she swatted his hands away and brushed by him.

 

“Oh! How did you mean it?! Tell me Turles what was on your mind when you came out here? You wanted me as nothing more than an EASY FUCK!” Her hands were on her hips her whole body shaking with rage.

 

Turles growled, his pride was being wounded and he couldn't stand it. “Don't put words in my mouth!” He shouted back.

 

“Desire, Want, Lust, Need. Take your pick. Your words not mine, I'm just quoting.” She shot back.

 

“Yeah, well what did you expect?! You shouldn't have led me on! All that teasing! Don't tell me you didn't want this to happen! You can't HONESTLY say you don't want me!”

 

Holly huffed out in indignation. “WELL, don't you just think highly of yourself!?” She didn't want to admit that he was right.

 

Turles growled. “You HYPOCRITICAL BITCH!” He hissed slamming his fist into a nearby lawn table which shattered on contact.

 

Holly wasn't afraid of his outburst she just growled back and roared. If he wanted it that way then fine! “FINE! You're RIGHT! I did want something from you!”

 

She had his full attention now.

 

“I WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME!” She screamed her voice rasping and cracking as she realized what she had just admitted. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, turning away from him as if to hide.

 

Turles was speechless, to say the least, he never expected that although some foreign feeling invaded his chest and it wasn't entirely unwelcome.

 

Holly seemed to regain herself a few moments later as Turles stood there motionless trying to comprehend what he was feeling in response to her confession. “But I was a fool to believe that wasn't I?” She said coldly giving him a side glance.

 

Turles had never seen her wear such a look before it was unnerving. Her eyes were cold the blues clouded with grey mist it seemed and her expression was crest fallen and depressed. His lungs contracted violently as if she had hit him. The look was enough to crush his entire spirit and make him never want to see the look cross her beautiful face again, but damned if he'd say it.

 

He stood up straighter, making his presence imposing and walked towards her, she was not intimidated by his deep scowl she stood her ground and stared up at him her face still cold and hard. He looked down into her face and hissed. “Damn right you're a fool. Why would I want to be attached to a weak female like you! You're not fit to be called a saiyan! Saiyans aren't capable of LOVE! It's a weakness!” He hissed and spat in her face the words that had been repeated to him by his father and his superiors his entire life.

 

She didn't flinch, during his entire tirade until he was done she closed her eyes and opened them again revealing the moisture collecting in them she blinked as if to rid her face of them and turned away. “So be it.” She broke out in a choked whisper and flew away not looking back.

 

Gohan finally ventured out to check on them and found Turles staring off into the sky and the lawn table's shattered pieces.

 

Holly flew back to the barracks and raced up to her laptop. She was blinded by her tears and her heart was breaking all she wanted to do was go home and pretend it had all been a bad dream so that she could live through the pain of her busted emotions. She opened the document where the questions had appeared and frustrated began to type.

 

`Send me home! I wanna go home!' She typed and typed and nothing happened. She slammed her fists down on the desk. The computer did nothing. She threw herself on her bed and sobbed. Little did she know that the fates were not through with her yet?