Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unending Tragedy: Part Two- Gruesome Injustice ❯ Deception ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: saiyanborn_vakyra 
Who is this strange woman? She obviously knows Vegeta quite well, and why is it bothering him so much?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Suspense / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.05.2003 | Updated On: 09.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
Who is this strange woman? She obviously knows Vegeta quite well, and why is it bothering him so much?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Suspense / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.05.2003 | Updated On: 09.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
*a/n ^_^ im excited cant ya tell...this is my favorite part so far in the trilogy...by the time i had this done i had ideas for the next one but i have not even started it but n-e-way...this part is much more interesting...and it was more fun for me to write too, theres a bit of language in here and...it has a bit of lime but i didn't wanna go too into detail so i did the proper thing to do with this situation *implied lemon*...you'll know what happened trust me i made it obvious thats what happened ^_^ now this might have a tiny bit of ooc'ness im not sure really you'll have judge for yourself, now get on with the story already
throat all proper like*......Nope...don't own it.
= speech= thoughts= emphasis on word or words
One: Deception
The fiery-haired female climbed on top of him with a grimace that played over her full red lips, and an evil glimmer in her endless coal colored eyes. Vegeta tried to resist the temptress but found his movements hindered. He struggled to free his powerful arms which were pinned tightly down, up by his head. This woman was quite strong if she was able to hold him down like this.
The tempting female moved in closer to him, breathing in his musky scent. He felt her warm breath upon the side of his face right before she brushed her red-velvet lips against his. He turned his head away quickly not allowing her to do any more. The red-head pouted and forcefully turned his head back to face her. Again she lightly brushed his lips with her own, then breaking it into more of an innocent butterfly kiss. He tried to turn away but she held firmy to his chin.
He glowered fiercely at her, and with a deep growl. "Onna, I demand you let go of me right now! You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Onna! I said__"
The woman's blood red locks spilled over him as her ruby colored lips silenced him with a deep arousing kiss. She forced her tongue through the barrier of his sot lips. He was trying his hardest to resist herr but it was just a waste of his precious energy. She ran her tongue along his sharp canines, just as she felt a small sting and could taste the blood in her mouth.
Vegeta scowled around the kiss, and she pulled away. He turned his head and spat the blood to the ground. Normally he liked the taste of it, but this was different, it sweet with a charge of power no less but the lucious savor was finely tainted by something else, almost like a deep lust and a desire for power. He could tell she wasn't doing this out of love or instincts, more like a lustful urge.
The scarlet haired woman laughed a devilish little snicker as she studied the expression on the saiyan prince's elegant features. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I love when you play hard to get."
Vegeta growled softly. "Bitch." She flashed him a sinful grin, but before she could put her hands on his robust chest, Vegeta hastily grabbed hold of her wrists and tried to force her away. "Get off me Onna!
She ignored his demands and shoved him back down against the bed. He was confounded, somehow she could match his own strength. "What are you?!"
She laughed softly and began to make a trail of velvet kisses from under his chin downward to his bare chest. Her hands relocated to his back, making their way to the small of his back and grasped firmly to his tail. As she lightly brushed back the soft brown fur at the base of his tail, causing him to tense up and a chill ran down his spine. If his mate had ever done that, he liked it but then she didn't have a vice-grip on the tail while doing so. Her strength was that of a saiyan, it was uncanny. Something about her was familar in a way too, yet he couldn't place it.
The enticing female the released his tail as something similar slowly coiled around around it. A tail! She was saiyan after all, thats how she was so strong.
She tossed her crimson hair back over her bare shoulders. The she straddled his waist, putting her soft hands on his firm chest. "Sshh, just relax and let me work my magic on you. I can make you forget this solemn life you have now. You can forget that weak human you claim as your mate, and those two half-breed brats of yours that pass themselves off as saiyans. You'll no longer have to know any of this, and come back with me and be your true self again. You remember how it felt; that feeling of raw power..."
Vegeta gathered up as much of his power as he could, in a quick motion he he grabbed hold of the saiyan female by the shoulders and shoved her off him sending her to land on the floor. He sat right up, and scowled at her. "I don't want to forget what I have...but I'd like to forget you."
The crooks of her mouth curved up into a sadistic grin, she laughed cunningly as she stood back up. "Well what would you do if it came down to the lives of your "family as you call them?" Her tail swayed back and forth rather feline-like as she sauntered back over to him.
He looked at her with a confounded expression on his face, and his voice was dangerously low. "What did you do?"
She snuck around beside him and wrapped her arms around his strong neck, whispering, "Vegeta...Vegeta wake up..."
/What the hell.../
&nbs p; He bolted upright, having woken up in a cold sweat, clutching the soft sheets tightly in his fists, and his heart was racing. He felt a delicate hand coe to rest softly on his bare back. Her voice was hushed, calm and soothing to his ears. "Vegeta...what's wrong?"
He casually glanced beside him at his mate. She put her arms around his neck and layed her head on his shoulder. He glanced beside him at her, letting a small sigh of relief escape upon meeting her gaze. Bulma lifted her head to glance at him, as he carefully freed her arms from her hold on him and got up from the bed.
He padded softly over to the large balcony doors and pushed them open, bathing the room in a soft glow of moonlight. Bulma got up, walked over and behind him, standing with her hands running smoothly down his back.
Again she asked him, "Vegeta what's wrong?" He replied simply, "Nothing."leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you're ok. You had me worried." nodded. "I'm fine."
She took him by the hand, wanting him to come back in the room. "Please . . . " He looked back at her and allowed her to pull him back inside the room. "Come back to bed." She led him back to the bed and crawled in. Vegeta slipped in besider her, pulling her close to him, and pulled the covers over them.
He thought to himself over the nightmare he had awoken from. /That was too strange, but it was only a rediculous dream nothing more, it meant absolutely nothing...right?/ He gazed up at the ceiling until he could not keep his eyes open any longer.
throat all proper like*......Nope...don't own it.
= speech= thoughts= emphasis on word or words
One: Deception
The fiery-haired female climbed on top of him with a grimace that played over her full red lips, and an evil glimmer in her endless coal colored eyes. Vegeta tried to resist the temptress but found his movements hindered. He struggled to free his powerful arms which were pinned tightly down, up by his head. This woman was quite strong if she was able to hold him down like this.
The tempting female moved in closer to him, breathing in his musky scent. He felt her warm breath upon the side of his face right before she brushed her red-velvet lips against his. He turned his head away quickly not allowing her to do any more. The red-head pouted and forcefully turned his head back to face her. Again she lightly brushed his lips with her own, then breaking it into more of an innocent butterfly kiss. He tried to turn away but she held firmy to his chin.
He glowered fiercely at her, and with a deep growl. "Onna, I demand you let go of me right now! You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Onna! I said__"
The woman's blood red locks spilled over him as her ruby colored lips silenced him with a deep arousing kiss. She forced her tongue through the barrier of his sot lips. He was trying his hardest to resist herr but it was just a waste of his precious energy. She ran her tongue along his sharp canines, just as she felt a small sting and could taste the blood in her mouth.
Vegeta scowled around the kiss, and she pulled away. He turned his head and spat the blood to the ground. Normally he liked the taste of it, but this was different, it sweet with a charge of power no less but the lucious savor was finely tainted by something else, almost like a deep lust and a desire for power. He could tell she wasn't doing this out of love or instincts, more like a lustful urge.
The scarlet haired woman laughed a devilish little snicker as she studied the expression on the saiyan prince's elegant features. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I love when you play hard to get."
Vegeta growled softly. "Bitch." She flashed him a sinful grin, but before she could put her hands on his robust chest, Vegeta hastily grabbed hold of her wrists and tried to force her away. "Get off me Onna!
She ignored his demands and shoved him back down against the bed. He was confounded, somehow she could match his own strength. "What are you?!"
She laughed softly and began to make a trail of velvet kisses from under his chin downward to his bare chest. Her hands relocated to his back, making their way to the small of his back and grasped firmly to his tail. As she lightly brushed back the soft brown fur at the base of his tail, causing him to tense up and a chill ran down his spine. If his mate had ever done that, he liked it but then she didn't have a vice-grip on the tail while doing so. Her strength was that of a saiyan, it was uncanny. Something about her was familar in a way too, yet he couldn't place it.
The enticing female the released his tail as something similar slowly coiled around around it. A tail! She was saiyan after all, thats how she was so strong.
She tossed her crimson hair back over her bare shoulders. The she straddled his waist, putting her soft hands on his firm chest. "Sshh, just relax and let me work my magic on you. I can make you forget this solemn life you have now. You can forget that weak human you claim as your mate, and those two half-breed brats of yours that pass themselves off as saiyans. You'll no longer have to know any of this, and come back with me and be your true self again. You remember how it felt; that feeling of raw power..."
Vegeta gathered up as much of his power as he could, in a quick motion he he grabbed hold of the saiyan female by the shoulders and shoved her off him sending her to land on the floor. He sat right up, and scowled at her. "I don't want to forget what I have...but I'd like to forget you."
The crooks of her mouth curved up into a sadistic grin, she laughed cunningly as she stood back up. "Well what would you do if it came down to the lives of your "family as you call them?" Her tail swayed back and forth rather feline-like as she sauntered back over to him.
He looked at her with a confounded expression on his face, and his voice was dangerously low. "What did you do?"
She snuck around beside him and wrapped her arms around his strong neck, whispering, "Vegeta...Vegeta wake up..."
/What the hell.../
&nbs p; He bolted upright, having woken up in a cold sweat, clutching the soft sheets tightly in his fists, and his heart was racing. He felt a delicate hand coe to rest softly on his bare back. Her voice was hushed, calm and soothing to his ears. "Vegeta...what's wrong?"
He casually glanced beside him at his mate. She put her arms around his neck and layed her head on his shoulder. He glanced beside him at her, letting a small sigh of relief escape upon meeting her gaze. Bulma lifted her head to glance at him, as he carefully freed her arms from her hold on him and got up from the bed.
He padded softly over to the large balcony doors and pushed them open, bathing the room in a soft glow of moonlight. Bulma got up, walked over and behind him, standing with her hands running smoothly down his back.
Again she asked him, "Vegeta what's wrong?" He replied simply, "Nothing."leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you're ok. You had me worried." nodded. "I'm fine."
She took him by the hand, wanting him to come back in the room. "Please . . . " He looked back at her and allowed her to pull him back inside the room. "Come back to bed." She led him back to the bed and crawled in. Vegeta slipped in besider her, pulling her close to him, and pulled the covers over them.
He thought to himself over the nightmare he had awoken from. /That was too strange, but it was only a rediculous dream nothing more, it meant absolutely nothing...right?/ He gazed up at the ceiling until he could not keep his eyes open any longer.