Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through A Mirror Darkly ❯ An Unexpected Stolen Moment ( Chapter 17 )

Toshi was washing dishes at the sink, she'd gone back over to Vegeta and Bulma's place after she'd eaten dinner at the Son resendence. She didn't like housework. In fact she darn right hated it. But she was a guest and she didn't want anyone to call her lazy, she she'd donned an apron and dishtowel and went at it, cleaning up the mess of dishes that Bulma had failed to get to throughout most of the day. She figured the woman enjoyed housework even less than she.

Hmm, she thought as she dunked a plate under the now lukewarm dishwater and scrubbed at it with the srubby sponge she'd found beneath the sink, Looks like Ms. Blue and I may have at least two things in common…who'd a ever thunk it? She giggled to herself and continued the mundane chore. However, her keen hearing picked up someone entering the room on cat's feet.

She sensed his thoughts first, his presence second. He's thinking about Bulma, she mused, and felt her face flush as recent images flickered from his mind across, unknowningly, to her's. She closed herself to him, she didn't need to see what goes on between him and Bulma behind closed…and hopefully locked!…doors. She didn't turn but felt and heard him open the fridge, gaze inside for several moment.

"Are you hungry?" She asked and he turned to her, looking at her as if he'd not known she was in the room until she spoke, which would have been insane, right? She was right in front of him, submerging her hands in gross dishwater doing a chore she did not enjoy in the slightest. What she'd give to just leave for a while…she could see the night sky, filled with stars, outside the small kitchen window above the sink and those sparkling wonders seemed to beckon her to come outside and see how close she get to touching them.

She sighed and Vegeta finally answered her; "Not really. I just thought I was."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Before he could ask her what she meant by that, Toshi had dried and put away the last dish, drained the water and wiped her hands on her jeans. A pair of Bulma's, he noted, light blue with a tie dye print. She slipped the apron off and he noticed she also wore a very skimpy belly shirt with the words `Hot Stuff' written across it in sparkling letters. Another one of Bulma's, he'd seen her wear it on occation.

"Where are you going?" He asked when he saw her putting on a jacket and heading for the front door. He followed behind.

"Out," She said, "I can't stay here…" She turned to him and what he saw in her eyes, looked like something he'd seen before…in the mirror… "I can't breathe…" With that, she slammed the door closed behind her and looked up. After half a second of hesitation, she took to the air and vanished in moments into the velvet blackness.

Vegeta stood on the doorstep, gazing upwards to the spot he'd last seen Toshi's figure before she disapeared into the night sky. He opened his senses and focused on locating her. Ah! He exclaimed to himself a few moments later, There she is. He left his mate snoring her head off in their bed and lifted himself from the ground. Feeling a rush of wind caress his hair, he took off in the direction he knew Toshi had gone.

She felt him behind her and slowed her pace. She smiled, happy that he'd decided to join her. She hadn't felt right about inviting him, but if he wished to come of his own accord, she couldn't very well stop him, could she? She reached out when he was flying beside her and took his hand.

"There's so much to see and feel." She mused, looking down and around, "Up here…You must love flying."

He shrugged, "I've never really stopped to think about it," He said, "It's just something I do, like walking or fighting."

She didn't know any other way to show him what she was feeling other than to allow him to see and feel for himself. She opened up her mind and drew on the connection they shared. She flooded his mind and senses with all that she was experiencing within and without since she'd first learned to fly and tonight. He paused in midflight and cried out with the sensations she was sharing. Because their minds were stilll linked, she felt what he felt and opened her mouth in a silent exclaimation.

"I'm sorry." She said, letting go of his hand, feeling ashamed, "I shouldn't have…"

"No." He said, shaking his head, reaching out for her again, "It wasn't you, really, I…umm…is that how you really feel?"

She looked at him and nodded.

He shook his head again and sighed, "I can't be your twin-soul, Toshi. You see and feel much more than I ever could."

She touched his face with the back of hand, gently, almost as if she hadn't touched him at all, "Don't be silly, Vegeta," She said, but not mockingly, "You've always seen and felt more deeply than those around you."

He did not know what had come over him, maybe it was the night air, so rich and filled with unspoken promised. Maybe it was something in her eyes, as she looked at him with such open admiration. Maybe he was just as much of an idiot as Kakkorat. He didn't know.

Toshi found herself miles above any ground with Vegeta's strong arms about her waist, drawing her closer. Before she could protest, his mouth was crushing her's in an almost violent, needful kiss. She whimpered and dug her fingers through his hair, she didn't know how to answer that need but by giving whatever she could of herself.

Vegeta had not forgotten the one he was bonded to. He did not forget about Bulma. He felt the stirrings of guilt and told himself that this wasn't right, that he should let her go and go back to his house, crawl in bed with his mate and hold her tight against him until his heart stopped pouding in his ears and the sun rose once more.

But he could not let her go. Toshi was just as much a part of him as his saiyan blood…and she shared his blood…he could feel her body responding in a way that he'd never been able to get Bulma's to. He growled against Toshi's throat and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her backwards to expose her breasts to his veiw.

Instead of crying out or protesting at the rough treatment, the way Bulma would have done and left him wanting more out the experience, Toshi seemed to purr and welcome his attentions in such a manner. He bit her lightly on her breast, just above the nipple and she shivered in rapture, shoving herself as close to his mouth as she could.

"We…shouldn't…" Toshi gasped, her whole body seemed on fire. It was as if she'd been dying of thirst but did not realize it until she held the glass of water before her. Vegeta was that glass of water. She wanted him like she'd never wanted anything else in her life. She fairly shook with need. However, she knew what was right and what was wrong. "This isn't right…"

"I know," He said in a whisper against her exposed skin, the cool night air had worked to harden her beautiful pink nipples even more than his touch had, "I know, Toshi…I just can't help it…"

This is wrong! She thought even as she sighed in delight as his hands traveled the length of her body, pausing to pay homage at her most secret of places. She cried out in wonder as she felt his teeth against her throat as his hands undie the button of her jeans and slipped his hand beneath the waitband, swiftly diving downward to feel the wetness of her panties with the palm of his hand.

I know this is wrong, Toshi thought, as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and shuddered with ecstasy, But I don't have the power to stop it…

Neither do I, He spoke in her mind, answering her un-question, she lifted his face with a finger beneath his chin and kissed him in the way he had kissed her, moments…or was it years? It was hard to tell…ago. I've never felt so…

She didn't wait for him to finish the thought. She knew if either one of them stopped to really think about what they were doing, they would face a problem that neither one of them were strong enough to handle. Better not to think at all. Just feel. She knew that they would have this one night only.

In the light of day, he'd return to being the faithful mate of Bulma and she would go back to being the helpful houseguest and, yes, his twin-soul. However it may hurt to be around each other and never speak of this one night between them, the both knew in their hearts that they would have to let it go.

But tonight, Toshi had no intention of letting anything go. Least of all, him.