Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Boyfriend?? ( Chapter 20 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ...Akira Toriyama does...and that's not my name...so bad luck for me.

Previously on The Hybrid-

He spun faster than she expected and found herself on the receiving end of a viscious roundhouse that sent her sailing into the outcrops behind her. The impact was brutal as stars erupted in her vision. The rock crumbled around her quivering form until it could no longer hold and she was sent rolling down the side of the mountain, limp as a rag doll. Pain exploded anew through her body as she slammed into boulders, finally landing heavily in a pile of gravel. Her vision blurred as she gazed up and saw him standing over her, her patron saint of death. "..No."

He extended his hand as if to help her up, but a light soon spun forth from it instead. "Oh yes."

She managed to smile as the blackness descended.

A/N: Ok everybody....here's your lemon. If you don't want to read it, I have it marked so you can easily skip over it without losing anything. Hope you like....enjoy ^_^.

Chapter 20

Yes, this is right. This is how is should be. His left eye twitched painfully as he increased the size of the swirling energy in his palm. With the problem resolved, nothing will get in my way! His lip curled back to sneer, revealing his pointed canines as he glared down at her prone body. It's sad really....destroying such a work of art. He noticed the fine trembling of his arm and blinked in confusion. Why? He concentrated until the quivering stopped, sweat pouring from his pores as he did so. Why am I hesistating? Frustration brought a heavy growl from his throat. "Curse you!" Charging the blast, he released it as something jerked him off his feet. The energy went wild, careening into the rock face and obliterating it. Vegeta landed flat on his back and his head slammed into the valley floor. His ears rang as he sat up and stared into her face. "How?"

"You didn't really think I'd just lay there and die, did you?" She dusted off her shoulders as she unwound her tail from his ankle. She snorted at his dumbfounded expression. "Men can be so stupid." Thank Kami I was only out for a few seconds.

He leapt to his feet. "Watch what you say Onna."

She lifted a brow. "Or what? You'll kill me?" She stepped up and touched the side of his face, a knowing smile on her lips. "We both know you can't do it, so it's just another empty threat."

Vegeta's hand clamped like a vice around her wrist, jerking her hand away. "Don't touch me."

The smile changed into a genuine one as she stepped back. "I can't help it." Her bright blue eyes darkened as she gazed at him. "It's like a compulsion, I can't keep my hands off you."

He ignored all the wayward thoughts that sprouted up in his mind at those words. Of all the things she could possibly say. He didn't dare acknowledge that the feeling was mutual, or the fact that if she did touch him again it would probably be his undoing. He dropped his eyes to the ground in thought. "You should leave here and join the others on Chikyuu."

Bulma blinked. "Chikyuu? What the hell are...wait." She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. "You can't distract me by talking about my friends." You're not getting out of this one. "You want me gone because of the bond."

Vegeta lifted his gaze up to meet her's and smirked. "There, you got me." The amusement dropped off his body instantly as he hardened his piercing gaze. "Bonding is a curse to the Saiyan race. It goes against the very principles or our nature." The tip of his tail swirled in the sand as he sighed.

She knew there was more to it, but thought it best to leave it alone. "I wouldn't say it's a curse, but I wouldn't say it's welcome either." She glanced away and noted a smooth boulder nearby. Turning away from him, she sauntered toward it and sat down. "Of all the possible people to want," She gazed at him quizzically. "It had to be you. The one person that doesn't want me." She tenderly inspected an oozing burn on her thigh just south of her short's hemline. "It's almost ironic, don't you think?" She could tell that he wasn't going to answer and shrugged. "For the past two years I've rejected Turles' advances, without really knowing why." She hissed as the wound stung. "I guess I know now." Her hand absently reached up to play with the heavy jewel around her neck. "Even after all these years you've managed to interrupt my life."

His eyes zeroed in on her hands and watched the gem glitter in the desert sun. Vegeta swallowed and decided to speak. "Is that so?" Having her plague my thoughts is torture, and sending her away may only increase the severity. Maybe I need to reconsider.

"It was cruel really...how unreciprocating I was." Her eyes trained themselves on loose gravel that tumbled down the cliffside in the wind. "He devoted himself to me and I greedily took what he gave, without so much as a kind gesture in return. I mean, he slept in my bed, but I never once let it get physical." She sighed and stared at her hands in her lap. "All he ever got was hearing me whisper your name in my sleep." Bulma didn't move a muscle. She could feel his heavy gaze and refused to let him see her face. No, I won't let him make more wounds. She realized she was squeezing the gem around her throat and held it in her open palm. "It seems everyone knows to whom this really belongs." She finally met his eyes. "Yet they all seem reluctant to tell me." Standing up, she stepped forward. "You know too, don't you?"

"Yes." Of course I do. But he didn't say that out loud, instead keeping it to himself as she gazed questioningly at him. It seems our fates are intertwined. Bulma was the only person here with enough power to be competitve in a fight. Something I need in order to further my training. Her brilliance was unparalleled, which would come of use to him as well. His fingers tapped on his bicep in thought. What's the problem if I keep her around for my own sake? Who, in their right mind, would give up such a willing partner? A feral grin split his face as he stepped toward her. "But I'm not telling."

Bulma caught the michievious glint in his eye and her spine snapped straight with uneasiness. "What are you doing?"

"I've changed my mind." He stopped stalking and lunged at her.

She crouched and manuevered herself away from his charge, easily grabbing his arms and slinging him over her shoulder towards the rock face. She spun around as he rebounded. "Vegeta!" She launched herself at him, pinning his bulkier body to the wall. Bulma narrowed her eyes as she dug her forearm into his throat. "I asked you a question." The sick feeling in her gut made her wary. His answering laugh only confirmed her suspicions. "You-!"

Vegeta took advantage of her loosened hold and grabbed her wrists as they reversed positions, pinning her hands above her head. "Tsk, tsk. No one likes a bully." He leaned in took a deep smell of her hair.

(A/N:.....Skip over until my next note if you're not a fan of the graphic stuff.....^_^)

Bulma instantly felt her uneasiness transform into arousal as her awareness finally took over her senses. The vulnerability of her perdicament sent off warnings in her head, but she couldn't bring herself to fight back. She slowly turned her eyes to meet his and her heart jackhammered against her ribcage at the heat swirling in his pitch black eyes. The sun beat down mercilessly as her breath came in shallow pants. "..what..are..?" She swallowed. Forget trying to form words!

His eyes travelled slowly down the column of her neck and settled on the fluttering pulse just beneath the surface of her skin. The urge to make his mark on her slammed him hard and he couldn't stop himself from dropping his mouth to her throat. No....control it. Sweat broke out over his back as he allowed himself to only lay his tongue where his teeth craved to sink themselves. She bucked her hips against him as he licked his way up to her mouth, straining to get away from him. It only accomplished in making his groin achingly harder. The sweet and salty taste of her skin nearly drove him mad. Her bright blues had darkened nearly to indigo with desire and he claimed her mouth visciously in an attempt to control himself.

She didn't hesitate to allow him access to the deepest reaches of her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the taste of him. Bulma could detect a faint trace of blood and a burning heat settled deep inside her. She strained to meet his assault, squirming at her restrains while her tail skittered in the dirt with frustration. A low growl rumbled in her throat as their tongues clashed and her teeth nipped. All conscious thought escaped her brain, leaving only her primitive instincts to control her actions. He held himself slightly away from her and the lack of body contact only increased her need to feel him. She wanted to feel her skin against his and deliberately bit down on his tongue in frustration.

The pain only just barely penetrated his senses and he pulled away. He could taste the blood filling his mouth and smirked down at her haughty face. "Little wench." She growled a bit louder and tried to get loose, once again bucking her hips against his. Nostrils flaring, he took in her heavily aroused scent and slipped his thigh up to press against her most intimate spot. He laughed as she gasped and arched her back, pressing herself fully against him. "Gotcha."

She glared at him from out of need-glazed eyes as shivers suddenly attacked her. "Let me go." She desperately needed to touch his body. He's driving me insane! "I need..."

Vegeta sat back, but didn't let her go. "I know what you need." Without looking away, he slid her left wrist to his left hand to join her right. The cocky grin returned as his newly freed hand traveled with a feather's touch down between the valley of her breasts to brush against the quivering skin around her navel. Her lids grew heavy as his hand traveled further south, her teeth clenched her bottom lip tightly. He turned his attention to her belt when her eyes slid shut, burning to touch her. He moved his thigh away, using it to push her legs apart instead. The shorts easily slipped down, revealing a sensible pair of black panties that didn't stand a chance. Just as he tore them from her body, something slithered around his neck and squeezed. Jerking his eyes back up to her face, he caught her wink.

Bulma delighted in seeing his shocked reaction. She shook her head as she licked her lips. "Not until you let me go."

The tip of her teal tail waggled in his peripheral and he knew he'd been beaten at his own game. Smirking, he released her wrists. "As you wish."

She bolted forward and dove her hands into his thick flaming hair, reveling in the sensation of dragging him up along her overly-sensitive skin with a low moan. He didn't resist as she pressed her already swollen lips against his. She had no reservations to taking what he readily gave and her hands slithered thier way down his shoulders, along the broad expanse of his back to grab the seam in his training suit. She smiled into his mouth as she sucked on his lower lip. No armor...thank Kami for small favors. She jerked the snug clothing off of him and greedily attacked his feverishly hot flesh with her hands. She only got a few scant moments before he took hold of her again. His rough hands slid up her ribcage, her shirt bunching as he went, until he'd pulled the garment over her head and found his prize. His mouth was scorchingly hot as it kissed, suckled and laved her aching breasts until her mind was totally numb from sensation. She wriggled out of his grasp and spread her legs to accomodate him, hitching them up around his waist. Her heartbeat quickened as the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her thigh. She needed him inside her...now.

Vegeta released his hold on her petal-soft globes, despite her little whimpers of protest, and found himself returning to her throat. The drive to sate himself was maddening and her obvious desire only made it worse. He was on the brink of losing control. Breathing heavily, he nipped along her jawline as the soft purring from her throat vibrated against his chest. Sliding his left hand up behind her head, he tipped it back to reach the spot near her ear that made her pant. Smirking, his right drifted down to caress her wet heat and dipped his fingers inside her. She gasped, arching her back and pressing her soft mound into his hand. Emboldened by his touch, her delicate hands reached down to free him from the confines of his pants. He groaned and stilled as she caressed him. He turned her chin and caught her mouth with his own as he drew his slick fingers along the hardened nub, pleased to hear the keening sounds she made. His tail slid around her waist and brushed back and forth against her taut, quivering belly.

Bulma felt dizzy. She gripped him tighter with her legs and just couldn't get close enough to him. "Please..." He didn't wait another second after her murmur, plunging himself into her to the hilt. She sank her teeth into his lip to stop herself from crying out, the pain fading quickly to exquisite pleasure. Her long length of teal tail wound itself around his arm as his fingers kneaded the back of her neck. He was still above her and she lazily opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her.

He saw more than just carnal desire swirling in her blue pools, but warmth and acceptance as well. The only other person that had ever looked at him in such a way had been his Kaasan. It unnerved him for a moment, but it passed quickly as she whimpered. He started to move slowly, grinning as she thrashed with impatience. "Onna." He groaned as her hot pants feathered over his face. She raked her nails down his back, meeting each of his thrusts fully. He could feel her getting restless, her body winding tighter towards release. His blood buzzed in his ears as his teeth grazed her throat, the thin thread of his control unraveling. Sweat dripped down the side of his face as her body shuddered, contracting around him like a vice as she cried out his name. He felt himself follow her and the delirium of it halted all his conscious thoughts, finally giving in to instinct.

As everything shattered around her, she felt his teeth sink into the tender skin at the base of her neck. There was no pain, only more delicious pleasure as her vision clouded. Her chest heaved as her breath returned, the hot rays of the sun bringing back reality. Vegeta lay heavily on top of her, but she didn't mind. She'd never felt more relaxed in her life. Gently, she ran her hands through his hair to stir him. "Vegeta?" He jerked his head up off her chest and stared hard at the bleeding mark on her tanned skin. Worry burrowed it's way into her mind and she grasped the sides of his head and turned him to face her. "What?" She searched his icy blank stare. "What is it?"

His body suddenly stiffened as awareness fluttered back into his body. No, no, no, no, no! He pulled out of her and jerked out of her grasp. He redressed quickly while she continued to gape at him. He pulled his shirt back on and finally stopped to answer her. "You'll know soon enough." His eyes drank in her nakedness before he turned and shot off before he lost control again.

(A/N:....here's where you can jump back in....I promise you're not missing anything.....^_^)

Chikyuu

"How long was I out of it?" She glanced over at Juuhachi as she cleared the settings on the machines.

The tall blonde didn't respond right away, instead waiting until she'd finished her task. "Three days."

"Three days!" Chichi yanked her tank top over her head and slipped on her jacket. "Then I've missed everything!" She gingerly slipped off of the infirmiry bed and winced as pain shot through her still healing calf. "Where's Krillin? I need to be briefed on the current situation." She started limping for the door.

Juuhachi rolled her eyes and easily beat her to the doorway. "Would you relax for five minutes?" She lifted a brow as the teenager crossed her arms in a huff. "Do you have any idea how much blood you lost?" She waited for an answer, but knew the girl couldn't really respond because she didn't really know. She sighed and strode over to her, taking hold of her shoulders. "If you're boyfriend had gotten here any later, you very well may have died."

Chichi chewed her lip and whispered more to herself than Juuhachi. "I wish he was my boyfriend."

Juuhachi smiled wryly and squeezed her shoulders. "I'd say he is."

She couldn't stop the blush that rushed to her cheeks. "So, I didn't miss anything?"

"No, not much. Krillin and Bardock have mostly been talking alone." She let go of her and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think they want to be sure before they make any kind of plans."

Chichi nodded. "Makes sense." I know firsthand how screwed up things can get without a plan. She glanced down at her bandaged leg. "I'm not going to gimp permanently, am I?"

Juuhachi shook her head. "No, the muscle just needs more time to mend." She turned for the door. "Your boyfriend is down in the barracks sleeping. I had to force him to leave you be." She smiled as she walked off.

That's just like him. Chichi took a deep breath before slowly making her way through the underground passageways that made up the base. The red rock walls had been smoothed out and lights hung along the ceiling. Most of the rooms had once been rock too, but when they'd taken over they'd reinforced them with steel walls. Wincing every few strides, she limped her way to the elevator shaft and pulled the crank once she got on. The old steel chained rattled as she went deeper into the mountainside. The lift shuddered to a stop on the second-to-last floor, the floor where the living quarters were stationed. The trek down to her room was long and tedious, but she managed it without complaint. The dark blue door stood out from the vividly red rock surrounding it and she smiled. "Home sweet home."

She twisted the hatch and hopped through the door, the well-oiled hinges remaining silent. The room was dark and she hobbled directly to her desk lamp. Flicking the switch, a low-watt glow lighted the room and she sat down in the neighboring desk chair. Chichi turned her gaze to the actual desk and a half-hearted smile spread across her face. My journals. The leatherbound books stood lined up in a row, each one more increasingly thick then it's predecessor. Reaching over, she grabbed the last one in the line and flipped through the bright white pages to her last entry.

.....I can't help but feel scared. I know trusting me with such an objective is an honor, but I can't help but be fearful of it....

She snorted softly. This is the entry from before Juunana and I left for Station 12. Flipping to the next blank page, she picked up one of her various pens and started writing. She never really thought out what she wrote, just let the words flow out from her hand as it traveled gracefully over the paper. She included almost everything- the Saiyans, the fireworks at the station, the journey back to Chikyuu, her battle, but mostly she wrote about Kakarrot. She smiled every time she wrote his name, and welcomed the following butterflies in her tummy. I still can't fathom what he sees in me. Yes, they'd both come from painful pasts, he was just so much more experienced in life. He'd travelled the galaxy and fought in battles, while she'd never gone more than a hundred miles from home until the space station. She worried her lower lip as she flipped the book shut and set it back on the shelf with the others. Great, now I'm nervous.

Standing up, she turned away from her desk and manuevered around the end of her bunk towards her bureau. She dragged her bum leg as went, softly cursing under her breath. I can be so stupid sometimes. What the hell was I thinking, taking on three Port Guards? Shaking her head, she slid open the top drawer and cast a stray glance at the empty bunk on the other side of the room. She jumped and twisted her injured leg, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips. The bunk isn't empty! Pain made her head swim as she vaguely felt the air around her move. A pair of strong arms suddenly lifted her off the floor and she panicked. "Put me down!"

"Hey!" He caught her arm as it swung towards his face. "Chichi, it's me!" He set her down on her bed and kneeled beside it. "It's just me, Kakarrot. You remember?"

She didn't know if they were tears of pain or happiness, but they spilled out of her eyes anyway. "Of course I remember!" She threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly. She sniffed as his arms came around to embrace her. "I'm sorry, I thought somebody had snuck in here and was trying to grab me."

He sighed and breathed her in. "You scared the daylights outta me." He pulled back and glanced down at her leg. "Are you ok? I heard you cry out." He glanced at her worriedly. "It's what woke me up."

"Oh...haha." She laughed stupidly and felt herself blush. "I think I was more scared than hurt, if you want the honest truth." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and felt her always-welcome butterflies flutter. "I didn't expect to find you here."

"Juuhachi showed me here, practically forced me to." He scratched the back of his head and sat down next to her. "She can be very intimidating when she wants to be."

"Yes she can." She fiddled with the zipper to her jacket. Swallowing, she slowly leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Did you really stay at my bedside the whole time?" She closed her eyes and brought her right hand to his arm to steady herself. His skin was warm and soft to the touch.

"Yes." He relaxed as she sagged against him, enjoying the light touch of her hand. He didn't know how she'd react to hearing how he felt, but he'd never know if he didn't put it out there. "I was afraid I'd lose you." He couldn't help holding his breath.

Chichi didn't know what to say. No one had ever admitted to needing her before and she didn't have a preset reaction. She felt the burn of tears again and glanced up at his face. "I'm sorry I scared you." She lifted her head, but didn't move her hand, instead she stared down at the bandages around her leg. "I guess I was trying to impress you."

His breath blew out with a whoosh. "By nearly killing yourself?" He turned sideways to look at her straight. "I'm sorry." He huffed and tried again. "Chichi, you never need to do anything to impress me. I liked you before you decided to try and save my butt."

She snorted. "How is that even possible? I'm just so....boring."

He couldn't stop himself from laughing and she just glared at him from under her blunt black bangs. "You are anything but boring."

"How can even be remotely interested in me?" She crossed her arms and waited.

He gazed into her glittering dark eyes and decided to be honest. "Because you're innocent. No wait-" He held up a hand as she scoffed. "You may have experienced the worst evil has to offer and done anything and everything to survive, but it hasn't tainted your soul." He dropped his head and shut his eyes. "You still believe there's good in people and still have your optimism." His shoulders sagged as he sighed. "I lost that a long time ago."

Chichi's heart nearly broke at his simple statement. I didn't realize he felt so lost, so broken. He'd easily told her all about his childhood and a few sparing details since he left Vejitasei, but she realized now that he'd kept the worst parts hidden and buried from her. Not really sure of what she was doing, she bent her head and brushed her lips against his softly. His head pulled up and she backed off. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" She peered at him nervously as he held a finger to her lips, stopping her.

"It's ok." He smiled and leaned toward her. He stopped when his face was scant inches from hers. "It's more than ok." She bit her lip as she searched his gaze, slowly moving closer to him. He refused to budge, allowing her to decide.

"Ok." Letting out a shaky breath, she smiled nervously and tentatively pressed her lips against his.

Her lips were soft and pliant and achingly sweet. He felt her holding back and gently pressed harder, grinning when she pushed back against him. Her hands slowly moved to rest against his chest as he quietly asked for more. She was hesistant for a moment before letting him run his tongue along the inside of her lips. Without waiting, she boldy darted her tongue out to meet his and explored him as much as he did her. She reluctantly pulled back and took a breath, unable to stop herself from smiling. He smirked. "Ok?"

She nodded. "Very ok." The real thing had far surpassed anything her mind could make up. She suddenly remembered what Juuhachi had said earlier. "You know Juuhachi thinks you're my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

Oh...hmm....how do I explain this? "A boyfriend is a Chikyuu term for a man courting a woman. Do Saiyans court each other?"

"Yes. I understand now." Although I think that term is ridiculous.

"I told her you weren't," She started to pull her hands away. "but I don't know now."

He caught her wrists and laughed. "Are you trying to ask if I'd court you?" He had to stop himself from snorting at the uppity term.

Chichi couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Well, we actually call it dating here, but yeah." She had to fight the urge to look away from embarrassment.

Kakarrot's smile faded and his expression grew serious. He gently lifted her hands to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of each. "I would be honored."

She couldn't stop herself from flinging her arms around his neck and clinging to him, managing with all her zeal to knock him backward. She giggled girlishly as she sat up and gazed into his face. "Guess I'm just a little bit happy."

"Yeah, I guess." He smiled as she glowed, overwhelmingly happy knowing he'd done that for her. She brought a hand to her mouth and stifled a yawn. Her brushed her hair back behind her ear and patted the pillow beside his. "You should get some rest. You're still hurt."

She gazed at the pillow for a moment before glancing back at him. "Will you stay with me?" She smiled at his nod and leaned over to switch off her lamp. He pulled back the covers and she slipped under the sheets. He followed suit and pulled her back against him, his tail lightly wrapping around her waist. She snuggled back against his chest and laced her fingers with the hand he'd draped across her middle. Her eyes fluttered shut as he settled his nose in her hair. "Good night."

He inhaled deeply. "Good night." And counted his blessings.

Back on the ship

"You'll know soon enough."

Bulma stared at the wall beside her bunk, taking note of every nuance in the sheet metal covering it. Sleep, it seemed, was alluding her. Gee, I wonder why? She sighed and tightened her hold on her comforter. What she really wanted to do was blast Vegeta into another dimension for deliberately being vague. Kami forbid he ever gives you a straight answer. He'd avoided her like the plague when she finally managed to pull herself together and return to the ship. There's nothing like being humiliated by the one you trust most. No tears threatened to fall now, she'd used them all watching him leave. I'm not going to cry over him anymore. He doesn't deserve my tears. It had taken her nearly an hour to gather the shreds of her dignity and act as if nothing had occured, leaving the others in the dark to her inner turmoil. I've got enough things to stress about! This shouldn't be one of them!

She'd never been the emotional one before and it was an alien feeling for her. I've cried more in Vegeta's company than the rest of my life combined! His blinding defiance against his supposed 'weakness' had solidified it for her. When Celipa had first mentioned the bond to her, she initially panicked. She stayed sane by controlling everything that happened in her life and being bonded shot that control right out the window. I know better now. With or without the bond, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. It's just a bazillion times harder for him to willingly let go of his control. If anything, knowing this only made her want him more. She wouldn't dare say it was love....no, she couldn't handle that yet. Let's just leave it with the bond for now. That, at least, was tangible. She had a mark to prove it.

Her fingers slipped over to her neck and traced the outline of the mark, giving each individual impression a thorough examination. She didn't really know what the mark entailed, other than claiming her as his own. A smile twitched across her face at the thought. It's a formality really, I've always been his. It was the last piece in completing the bond and is what she'd decided his cryptic message had been referring to. All the other possiblilities just give me a headache thinking about them. Turning to lie on her back, she gazed up at the ceiling and easily picked him out from the other kis on the ship. She scowled involuntarily. Of course he's sleeping. While she'd busied herself in the lab, he'd punished his body to the point of exhaustion. She'd actually made some headway with the serum, while wondering what he could possibly be beating himself up over. Shrugging, she shut her eyes and calmed her over-analyzing brain. Using her usual method of counting backwards, she started to drift away.

Blood.

Bulma's eye's snapped open. Something weighed at the back of her mind, pushing to be let in. What the...? Snatches floated through her mind, nothing making any sense.

Blood drooling down a set of marble stairs and pooling in a crimson lake. The stench of rotting flesh permeating the thick air. A throbbing pain in her forearm.

She stared at her arm, but nothing was amiss. How can that be? Closing her eyes, she let herself drift further into these violent images.

The arm again. Cracking open swollen eyes, she twisted to better see and felt herself gasp. A broken horn impaled the limb, cracking both the radius and ulna and also giving a source to the drooling blood. Swinging her eyes away, she gazed past the carnage that seemingly had been inflicted upon her own arm. Her stomach clenched as her eyes landed on the origin of the stench strong enough to drown out the copper of the blood. Rotting corpses of various levels of decay were hung along the white marble walls of the hall.

Hall?

She glanced around. The architecture reminded her vaguely of palace on Vejitasei. Jerking back to stare at the bodies, she realized all of them had been strangled. "No." Only a wailing cackle responded.

It took her a moment to realize it hadn't been herself that had spoken. She also knew who had laughed. Frieza. But why would be having dreams about him? The answer sent her bolting upright, throwing the comforter back and jumping from the bed. Celipa snapped awake and stared at her bizarrely. "Where's the fire?"

She ignored Celipa's sleepy question and slipped out of the room. Her barefeet made quiet slapping sounds as she ran her way through the ship's weaving corridors. She didn't stumble the other men and didn't realize until she'd reached Vegeta's door that they'd be sleeping as well. She slapped her palm against the locked and cursed the sluggish technology. It wouldn't be until later that she realized he must have allowed her access to his room. She darted through the second there was enough room and stopped short. Vegeta wasn't in his bed. "Where-" She felt his eyes on her back, and turned to meet them. "I'd know soon enough, huh?" She planted her hands on her hips. "What exactly was that?"

He sighed. "Just one of my memories." He watched her sarcasm slowly melt away to reveal the concern that had sent her sprinting across the ship to his aid. "Not one of my best moments." He leaned against the wall in only a pair of shorts.

She strode over and looked up those few inches into his dark eyes. "Now isn't the time to be humorous. You were sleeping, so it must've come to you in a dream." She dropped her eyes and stared at his throat. "I could feel your thoughts earlier, but not like this. It was like you were holding them back and not projecting them." She blinked and then nodded. "Sleep would stop you from conciously hindering the projection through the bond. That's how I saw your dream." She returned her crystalline eyes to his.

He scowled at her. "Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?"

She shook her head. "I didn't when I asked, but my brain'll usually catch up." His hurtful words finally made sense to her now. "You were warning me."

"Like I said, bonding is a curse." He didn't even try to tone down his snarl.

She didn't seem to even notice. "If I can see yours, then you must have heard or felt mine all day."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did." He finally noticed she was only wearing a tank top and panties, her long teal hair rumpled and loose around her shoulders. "You think too much."

"First it was I talk too much, now it's I think too much." She lifted a brow at his wandering gaze. "Which is it?"

"Both." He reached out to grasp her waist.

His touch did more than warm her, it gave her a glimpse at how truly exhausted he was. Leaning toward him, she kissed him fully and smirked into his mouth as she snapped the waistband of his shorts against him. "Down boy." She laughed as he growled in her ear. "Maybe after you sleep." Twirling out of his reach, she tilted her head towards the bed. "We both know you can barely stand up." She didn't wait for an invitation, just slipped into the bed and curled up.

He moved silently across the room and crawling in beside her, grabbing her lithe body and hauling it into his grasp. "Come here." She sighed and turned to face him, her hands lying lightly against his chest. She was asleep within minutes and he found himself drifting off behind her, his first fitful sleep in months.

A/N: Well, there ya have it. My first lemon. I started off simple, so don't fault me for that. Personally, I think I did quite well ^_^.
I enjoyed writing this entire chapter...especially Chichi + Kakarrot....I just really like that scene. Newho, I do believe this is my fastest update in a long time....congrats to me!!! I pulled an all-nighter writing it, I just couldn't help myself. Now that I've gotten a feel for writing them, there may be more lemons in the future......idk. Okey dokey.....'til next time! Ciao!