Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Session ❯ One-Shot

Common sense disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. Neither do I own the lyrics to "Session"; those belong to the members of The Offspring.

Well here I am again. "Oh no, another songfic!" you all scream. Well, hopefully this one is a bit different.

Something to think about while you read this: I am a firm believer that Mirai Bulma loved Mirai Vegeta. This is a redundant subject, but here's the kicker. I don't think that Mirai Vegeta loved Mirai Bulma. So sue me. This is strictly a matter of opinion; feel free to have your own.

SESSION

Lust, lust, n. Longing desire; carnal appetite; depraved affections. -vi. To desire eagerly; to have carnal desire.

The sheets were saturated with sweat and the windows had fogged over from the heat their bodies were emitting. Moans could be heard as she grabbed a fist-full of black hair while he skillfully worked his magic. Silk against steel. A scene not uncommon to this particular bedroom.

Feelings aren't always mutual.

"I love you, you know." She said, wiping his brow. He turned his head wanting to look out the window, which was still opaque from their actions. After no response, she pressed her body against his and ran her hand across his stomach.

"You don't mean that. You love what we are doing. There's a difference."

"You said that last time I told you how I felt."

"And I'll continue to say it as long as you continue being ignorant." She sat up, frowning, and turned away. "You know very well the implications of our relationship." He sighed; they had this discussion seemingly every day.

"Yes, well…"

"As I recall, you were the one who initiated this." After she broke up with Yamcha she decided she would be better off having a physical relationship without encumbrances on an emotional level. Sex without love. But she falls in love easily. Hence, their present situation.

"Who keeps coming back?" Suddenly she was right. He was always the one popping out of dark corners and pulling her in her room for hours of pleasure. He had never looked at it this way before.

"I've got to go." As quick as that he wanted out. Just drop the subject now.

"Do what?" She knew what he was doing.

"Train." He swung his feet over the side of the bed and started pulling his pants on.

"Better hurry, you've wasted enough time." She said sarcastically. "You came in here for a quickie after lunch and ended up staying a whole hour and a half. What's wrong with you?" He just gave her a blank look as he put his shoes on and headed for the door.

I don't know when it got this way

I don't know how long she's gonna stay

Every week, it's the same

In her room-that's why I came

He flew to the forest outside the city. He trained best in solitude. That's the way it had been since he was young. He touched down in a clearing and started going through his katas. His first set was plagued with mistakes. Not terrible mistakes, just little annoyances that would make a fight end a little slower. His second set started out better, but soon began making mistakes that would get him in major trouble against a formidable opponent.

"What is wrong with me?" He asked out loud. Talking things out, even if it was without another person always helped him. "Dumb question, I know." He sat down on a log and ran a hand through his thick hair. "She's right, though. You're the one who comes back night after night." He got up and began pacing.

"And she knows how I feel about it…no wait. When she tells you that, you never actually tell her that you don't see her that way. Lay down the law, let her know that it won't happen." He flew off back to Capsule Corp.

He entered through the kitchen and walked to the living room, where she was watching television.

"Hi there." She smiled as he entered the room. "I've got something to tell you."

"I've got something to tell you first."

"All right, I'm listening." He paused trying to think of a way to tell her what she suspected.

"Okay, I just want you to know that nothing can ever happen between us. And…" Oh God, it was happening again, she was looking at him with her bright eyes. Eyes that hadn't dimmed a bit since he had known her. She was playing with the hem of her skirt. He was overcome with lust. "…don't…umm…think that…" he felt his muscles begin to tighten; she just continued to stare at him. Her hair was pulled back loosely; he could still smell the scent of the afternoon's previous actions. He felt himself giving in. He wanted to give in, he wanted to so badly. That was the problem.

He shook his head and she smiled knowingly as he sat down next to her. Her eyes closed as her lips waited for his. They weren't disappointed, a moment later his were there, covering hers. His fingers gently pulled the ribbon she had used to hold back her hair then ran their way through the soft tresses.

He broke the kiss and pulled her to her feet. He took her hand and led her to her room.

Here I go, I go again

Our rendezvous' never seem to end

I know where I'll be

I'll make this confession

Back in her room for another goddam session

There he was, back in her bed again. "What was it you were going to tell me earlier?"

"Hmm?"

"When I came back earlier you told me you had something to tell me."

"Oh, yeah…" she got quiet suddenly. She turned her head away. "I'm pregnant." She stated weakly.

"What? I didn't quite hear you." He had heard her, he just wasn't sure if his brain had made it up or it had actually happened.

"I said I was pregnant. I'm thinking about getting an abortion."

"How far along are you?"

"I'm not sure. I took a home pregnancy test last week. I thought it could have been wrong. So I took another one yesterday and one today after you left. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to see how much time I have before I get the deed done." She spoke numbly but her voice was unwavering. "It's nothing new; lots of girls get it done."

"What if they won't let you get rid of it?"

"I'll just tell them I was raped. I'll tell them I was too embarrassed to tell anybody."

"But you weren't raped."

"That isn't relevant. What is relevant is the fact that there is a life inside me that I am about to end. I'm going to kill somebody." She ended the sentence as if the fact that she was killing another being had just occurred to her.

"You get used to it."

"I didn't ask you!" She was nearing tears, fighting them back. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I can." His voice was monotone. "I can't believe it didn't happen sooner. With the way we go at it? Day in, day out."

"Oh my God." She chuckled cynically. "I can't believe this is happening." He just continued staring at the ceiling. Soon his gaze shifted over to her hunched over figure. He wanted to comfort her. It was as much his fault as hers, if not more. So he comforted her in the only way he knew how.

He sat up and moved her hair off her shoulders, then proceeded to kiss the smooth, pale skin. She didn't protest, but didn't swoon either, just looked blankly into the darkness.

I'll never learn

God knows I try

Keep coming back for session and I don't know why

He pushed her on her back and slowly began caressing the sides of her stomach. She was unresponsive to his touch so he ran his tongue on the insides of her thighs. His conscience wanted him to stop but his body kept going.

She wasn't enjoying this, neither of them were, but she wasn't saying no. He kept going until he reached his peak. She arched her back when she hit hers but didn't cry out or moan, just clenched her jaw as a lone tear crept down the side of her face.

I'll never learn

I'll never see

Just tell my why these sessions got a hold on me

He woke up alone, but he didn't really care. She's actually pregnant. He thought. Oh my God! She's pregnant! This time his mind screamed. He abruptly sat up and was greeted by his stomach tightening. He was going to throw-up. He dashed to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet just in time.

He leaned against the cabinets under the sink once he was done. His psyche was working over-time for his lack of emotion over the whole thing the night before. He would train it off. He got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Hi, Vegeta." Her mother said. "You sure slept in late. Bulma came downstairs before her dentist appointment and said you wouldn't be down for breakfast."

"Dentist?"

"Yes, the guy who works on your teeth." He smiled inwardly. She hadn't told anybody yet. It was probably best they didn't know anyway.

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Nope."

"I'm going to train." That was a somewhat obvious statement, but he didn't really know what else to say. He waited a moment longer for her to say something. When she didn't he turned and walked out the door.

He trained for several hours. His mind was too occupied to do much else than pushups and sit ups. How long can the appointment take? He couldn't wait any longer. He had to find out what she had discovered.

When he got back she was sitting at the table drinking a coffee. "What did you find out?"

"I'm not getting rid of it."

"Why not?"

"Several reasons. First of all, after sitting up all night, I decided that I couldn't take the life of another person, let alone a person inside me. Secondly, I can give birth and put it up for adoption. The baby could have a mother and a father that would love it, as opposed to just a mother."

"The decision is yours. Whatever you think is best."

"All right, then. It's settled, I'm putting him or her up for adoption." He shook his head, agreeing with her.

"When are you going to tell your parents?"

"Soon. I want you to be there with me. Not really for moral support or anything like that. I just think it will register quicker with them if you are there."

"No."

"Why not? It's as much your baby as mine."

"I know that. But I would think your parents might take it harder if I was there. I don't think they really care for me."

"They don't hate you."

"I just don't think they could handle it if I was there."

"Fine," she sighed "I'll tell them myself."

"Okay." He watched her stir her coffee. She looked even sexier when she wasn't trying. Even in such inappropriate circumstances, lust still tried to take over him.

"My room, around ten, maybe?" It was as though she could sense everything about him.

"That sounds fine." He walked past her to his room as she waited for her parents.

He laid down on his bed and his thoughts occupied his mind. He was a scoundrel for leaving her to tell her parents on her own. But he thought it would be best. He tried to not think about it and just wait for ten to roll around.

About nine thirty he didn't want to wait longer so he went to her room. He opened the door and found her sitting at the vanity brushing her hair.

"You're early. I said ten."

"I didn't want to wait; I thought you would wait until ten to come back."

"It doesn't matter." She was still looking in the mirror and brushing her hair.

"How did it go?"

"I think they took it pretty well. Dad walked out without saying anything, but my mom was happy. She wants a grandchild. I couldn't bring myself to tell her I was putting it up for adoption. The more I think about it, the more I want to keep it." She rubbed her belly.

"No, we decided that adoption would be best."

"You told me to decide. Adoption isn't set in stone. I'm just entertaining the idea of keeping it."

"Fine, but we will both have to live with the consequences." He walked over to her and started rubbing her shoulders.

"This is true, but we wont know how bad it will be until we do it." She grabbed his hand and kissed the palm then put it on her breast. She locked eyes with his reflection and smiled.

He turned her around and kissed her cheekbone then moved to her ear as his hands pulled the straps of her nightgown down. He was only wearing a pair of thin, loose, lounge pants. She gently kneaded his length through his pants. Once it was hard she kneeled down and put her mouth on it, over the pants.

He squeezed fist-fulls of hair, desperately wanting to get out of his pants. Taking the hint she pulled the waistband slowly down over his legs. He stepped out of them as she walked to the bed. "Lie on your back with your head at the foot of the bed."

She sat down on the end of the bed and waited for him to come lay down. Once he was on his back she slipped her nightgown the rest of the way down. She straddled his head then bent over and began licking his sex. He retaliated by seeking out her jewel with his tongue. He moaned as her assault on his senses ceased and she quickly turned around and impaled herself upon him. She didn't move but instead squeezed the muscles of her center and slowly released. He relished the feel but the throb was painful. He mumbled inaudibly as she continued.

"I've made my decision, you know." Not now. Why was she bringing this up now? "I'm going to keep the baby. I can't let it go. It's a part of me." His eyes were squeezed as tight as he could get them. The pain was too much.

"Do you care if I keep the baby?" He didn't answer. "Do you care if I keep the baby?" She lifted herself off of him. He screamed in pain and frustration. "I'll ask you one more time. Do you care if I keep the baby?"

"I don't care! I don't care!" She smiled and pushed herself on him again and again. Each thrust harder than the last. He came screaming and she followed, biting her lip to hold her shouts in.

He forced his eyes open to prove to himself that he hadn't died. And laughed when he saw her sitting next to him.

"Thank you." She said and smiled at him.

The End

Hey there! Well, I hope everybody enjoyed this. I also hope it was emotionally distressing, even though it was pretty short. If you don't leave emotionally exhausted, then I've failed. I'll try harder next time.

Oh yeah, I had a set plan for this, but it evolved into a lot more. It takes a weird twist in the middle I guess. Oh well. It was fun to write.