Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Storm ❯ Chapter 1 ( Prologue )

It had been a long time since I had been required to fall back on my survival skills. Even though I hadn't used them in awhile, it was something I did automatically, like breathing. It was fortunate that my time here had not made me weak in that area, we would have died if I hadn't spotted this cave. The storm had snuck up on us so quickly that we barely had time to react, let alone gather most of the supplies that were now probably buried under 3 feet of blowing snow. The only thing we had was this ridiculous thing the woman calls a "sleeping bag." I would have been fine in the cave, I could sit through the night until the winds subsided and the visibility was back above zero without flinching. But she was shivering uncontrollably; the sudden change in weather was too much for her weak human body to handle. How these pathetic creatures have managed to survive this long will always baffle me; weak ki, susceptible to the elements and disease and barley any survival skills to speak of. And yet, they prevail. Bizarre.

She had crawled into the sleeping bag, but it seemed to do nothing for her condition. She wouldn't survive the night if this went on any longer, hypothermia would set in within the next two hours for sure. What I did next, I did because I owed her. She had given me shelter and food when I had nowhere to go. I was indebted to her for that, and as a Prince, I always pay my debts. I crawled into the bag with her. The best way to prevent hypothermia is two naked bodies together in a "sleeping bag." Faster than I think she realized what was going on, I had her down to nothing but her bra and underwear, I was left in my boxers and I climbed in the bag beside her. Normally, she would have yelled at me till it felt as my ears were going to bleed, but she was too cold to do anything but bury her head onto my chest, her cool-aqua locks spilling around her face. I reacted, it's all I could do, and it's all I knew how to do. I laid my hands very lightly on her shoulders and kicked my ki up a notch.

Her body temperature had returned to normal and now she couldn't sleep. Neither could I, given my present circumstances. I have always been attracted to her, I remember seeing her for the first time on Namek, hanging out with that little bald moron she knows. Of course, it has a lot to do with the fact I haven't been with a woman in a while. Any male in my situation would be thinking the same thoughts I am at this moment; it's set up almost like the beginning of those "porn movies" the perverted old man likes so much.

"Vegeta?" I heard the timid voice float up to my ears. Shit, I knew I should have let her freeze.

"What?"

"Why did you do this? Why did you save me?" Now she's talking and she's not going to shut up. I'll use my old stand-by technique of ignoring the pitiful being that is now clinging to me like a second skin. I kept my eyes closed and my mouth shut. "What, you're not even going to answer me? You are such a bastard you know that? You probably did this to save yourself; this has nothing to do with me or the possibility that you could care about anyone's well being other than your own. You are such a self-serving, self-absorbed, mother-" she stopped. I opened my eyes slightly to see if perhaps a wild beast had come to bite her annoying head off, or maybe she froze in mid-sentence. It was a good thought. She had stopped, her fist poised in the air, presumably to bring down on my chest. But something had caught her eye and she was now staring very intently at my shoulder. "Where did you get this?" she whispered. It took me a second to catch on to what she was talking about. My scars or more specifically, the largest one I had. It ran from the top on my shoulder blade down across my pec. It was also the oldest and deepest one I. Why she had taken such interest in it then, I'll never know. She had seen my scars before when she had tended to my wounds after the gravity chamber incident. Maybe she never noticed until then how deep some of my scars ran. "You have so many…" she almost whispered, her hand dropping to my body and she began to run her fingers lightly over my scars. Her touches were like hot ice, burning trails over my skin and down my arm at the same time sending chills down my spine. Slowly her fingers trailed down the inside of my arm, fingers lightly brushing the muscles and scars they found on the way down to the base of my wrist. She stopped only to open the palm of my hand and study it intently, the way she does with the morning paper. Lowering her head, she opened her mouth and dragged the tip of her tongue from the base of my wrist to the end of my middle finger. My heart rate rising and my arousal beginning to show, I could barely whisper:

"Woman…" as she started to lightly such on the end of my finger. Placing the fingers of her free hand to my lips,

"No Vegeta, " she said "don't say anything. Please." And she began to kiss her way back up my inner arm, which silenced any protest I might have had. She reached my shoulders and continued lightly along my collarbone, torturing me by awaking parts of my mind and body that I have long forgotten about. As she reached my chin I bent to try to capture her lips in mine, yearning to burn her lips the way she was burning my body. But she pulled back, smirking at me as she met my eyes. Her eyes held passion, desire and something I had never seen in them before: control. "No." she said, shaking her head. "Not until I say so." She straddled me, my manhood straining against her. Even through my boxers and her panties, I could feel her excitement. She took off her bra, removing the straps as slowly as one would approach a time bomb. So the sex kitten wanted to have the upper hand? I would play along for now and bide my time, in the end she would know who had the control all along. I lay unmoving, my eyes cupping her full breasts.

She enjoyed the look on my face as she place my hands on her and brushed my fingers along her nipples, which hardened under my hands. Moaning she let my hands fall back, and began to slide down my body, kissing a trail from my chin downward. Reaching my pecs she gently licked my nipples, and massaged them with her thumbs. Kissing my stomach and working her way downward, she stopped right above my sex, taking the time to remove my boxers and run her fingers lightly over the spot she had stopped on. Running both of her hands over my hips and down my inner thighs, she moved her head so she could lick the inside of one of them, arousing me even more. I could feel myself throbbing, awaiting her next moves was only prolonging the sweet torture and I had to try to control my breathing. Her tongue meandered up my thigh and she curved it around to the top on my leg, getting ever closer to my testicles. She worked her way over in lazy circles and finally licked them, causing my fingers to rip through the bottom of the sleeping bag that I had held clutched in my fists. Using the tip of her tongue, she moved up the underside on my shaft to the tip, where she swirled her tongue around the head before accepting me past the barrier of her wet, warm lips. I bit my lower lip and drew blood, I had no idea the woman could use her mouth like that. Bobbing her head in perfect rhythm, her hand curled gently around me, right below her mouth to add to the sensation. Her lips were tight around me and her rhythmic motions were perfection, I glanced down to see her. She chose this moment to ease up and run the tip of my penis over her glistening lips with a closed-eyes expression of contentment on her face before taking me back into her mouth. She tried to deep throat me but had to pull back for fear of gagging. Working faster, she regained her rhythm and was giving it all she had to make me spill over. She obviously wasn't used to being with a man who could control himself.

The tides were beginning to turn in my favor. As she worked, the desire in me began to burn up my sides and down my legs, singeing my body with it's current. Time began to slip away and my hands found her shoulders to rest upon, my fingers digging softly into her flesh. After what seemed like hours of pleasure, I was reaching the point of no return.

"Stop." I commanded, my voice sounding cold and authoritative. It must have been the tone because she backed off and looked at me, her mouth held open over my waiting member.

"Stop? I don't think so. And I'm going to make you cum so hard-" in a flash I had her flipped over and pinned beneath my body, her arms held above her head in a grip that she could never break.

"You're going to make me cum? Really? When I get done with you, woman, you're voice will be gone from crying out my name so many times." I said, my face inches from hers and my voice low. I kissed her then, deeply, letting my tongue invade her soft mouth, probing it for its secrets. She kissed back; I could feel her passion begin to swell. It was time to show her what it was like to be with a Saiyan.