Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Paradise of the Moon ❯ A Kitten and Her Ball of Yarn ( Chapter 4 )

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Boys make no sense, so it's easy to misread a signal now and then, but when all you want to do is sleep most girls are bound not to care. The moon is back and causing mayhem, and a certain guy's hormones are running rampant...what's a girl to do to get some shut-eye around here!? Read to find out, and PLZ PLZ PLZ Leave a review!!!!!

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Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.05.2005 | Pages: 16 | Words: 10.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed

AN: Sorry that this took so long guys! I love you all, and just make

sure to read my notes at the bottom! I'll just let you guys get on

with the story, I know it's short, but please don't hate me for it!

DISCLAIMER: It's sad but true, I do not own Sailor Moon or

Dragon Ball Z…

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to LeoGirl45. Keep

writingand don't giveup. Some people may be jerks, but

You and I know that if you keep at something, it will eventually

pay off! Lotsa Luv and Best wishes Chickie!

CHAPTER5:< /i> A KITTEN AND HER BALL OF YARN

Marron sighed into the receiver, a sign to all that she was bored out

of her mind. Her three best girlfriends were outside sparring along

with her boyfriend and his friends…which was exactly where she

should have been. A vacation was a time of relaxation, a time of

peace, not a time to practice combat, but it was better than being

alone.

She jerked out of her stupor when her friend on the other line stopped

talking about her $300.00 shoes and new mini-skirt.

“Kelly? What about your skirt? I couldn't hear you.”

“………..”

“Ugh! Okay, I'm sorry for not paying attention to you, now will you

please stop giving me the silent treatment?”

“Kelly!? Fine, whatever, you self righteous pigeon-toed bitch, hang up

on me, see if I care!” With that, Marron angrily slammed the phone down

on the receiver and stared at it until her eyes crossed.

“Hmmm…a pigeon-toed bitch huh? What'd she do to you?”

“She hung up on me is what she did Tray, just because I wasn't listening to

her go on and on about a dumb miniskirt.” Marron didn't bother to turn around

to face the man standing in the corner of her room.

“Just how long have you been in here Mr. Ninja?”

“Long enough I suppose.”

“Ever heard of knocking on a girl's door first? I could have been changing

or something. Now if you had walked in on me then, I would have had to

murder you and bury your body where no one could ever find you.”

“Sounds fun, I'll uh…try to remember that…and I promise not to forget

until the next time you change your clothes.” Tray ambled over to her bed

and seated himself on the edge, his grin practically splitting his face in two.

He ran a finger down the back of her neck, causing Marron to giggle and

turn to face him, arms outstretched.

Tray bent down to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “I missed you baby.

Why don't you…”

Marron pulled away as soon a she saw what he was holding in his

hand. “What is that you've got in your hand Tray Briefs?”

His grin turned sheepish. “I'm guessing that it's a phone cord. Why?”

“If that's the phone cord that means that: A) Kelly didn't really hang up on me.

B) You disconnected us. And C) You just destroyed my only source

of communication with the outside world without my permission!”

Tray shrugged nonchalantly before letting himself fall backwards onto

Marron's bed, bringing her with him. She rested her head against his nicely

constructed chest and closed her eyes. He ran his fingers through her silky

blonde tresses and began to toy with the hair at the base of her neck when

she started to purr.

“I'm still mad at you Tray.” She murmured drowsily. He bit back a groan

when he felt her warm breath against his skin.

“You'll get over it.”

She sat up abruptly, shaking out the tangles in her hair. “No, I won't get

over it! You are going to fix my phone for me, and it's only fair since you

are the one who yanked it out of the wall. Besides, how else am I going to

find another excuse to keep you locked up in my room?”

“And what if I don't want to be in here all by my lonesome?” Tray flashed a

sexy smile and absently tugged on the material of her t-shirt. “Who would

keep me company?”

Positioning herself so that she was leaning over him with her hands on either

side of his head, her lips whispered over his, just barely touching. “All you

have to do is ask...”

He reached up to grip her elbows and pulled her down on top of him.

She gracefully rolled over so that she could wrap her arms around his waist

and the two of them could intertwine their legs. Her small bare toes brushed

themselves across his large, cold black boots.

She snuggled even deeper into his embrace before nipping suggestively

at his chin. “Boots off the bed please, I just washed the spread.”

“Actually…” He broke off when she ran her tongue across his lower lip;

she was never satisfied until she used her little body to make him see double.

“I…”

“You what?” She coaxed as she ran her French-tipped nails under his shirt,

leaving a hot tingling trail in her wake. “Why can't you just spend the day

with me?” She cooed as twisted his short lavender hair around her ring finger.

Tray tried to ignore the little minx's advances as he tried to remember

what he even came to her room for in the first place. He grabbed at

Marron's wrists and effectively pinned them to the bed. She gasped

softly when she saw something flicker in his eyes, just for a second.

It was as though his eyes had flashed from blue to coal black…that hadn't

ever happened before.

“I don't want to play this way right now Kitty…”

She tried to buck him off of her, but found that she could barely move. “Well

what a coincidence babe, because as of now, I don`t want to play with *you*

anymore either.”

“Ah, so it's no longer fun when you aren't the one in control, is that it?”

His eyes flashed again, and remained black for an even longer period of time,

as if daring her to make a move.

She took the dare.

“No, it's no longer fun when you go psycho on me; now

let me up…unless you plan on manhandling me even more?”

His eyes softened immediately. Unlike his brother, he was quick to anger,

but even quicker to forgive and forget. Tray brought Marron's arms up

and wrapped them around his neck. “I'm sorry Kitten...I didn't mean to

come off that way.”

“Humph!” She turned her face away from him in an effort to get away from

his big adorable eyes. “Too late!”

“Aww…I don't think that you really mean that baby…”

“Oh yeah?” She quirked an eyebrow and blew a stray lock of blonde hair

out her eyes.

“Will you let me make it up to you?” He whimpered slightly and stuck out his

lower lip.

“Maybe, she purred softly, if you take your time.” She cupped his face with

her hands and gently smoothed her thumbs over the lines of his forehead. He

lowered his mouth to hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and slid his

hands up her shirt to stroke the expanse of her ribcage. She smiled into the

kiss and replaced her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies even closer

together.

“Ever played in the rain Kitten?” Both Marron and Tray turned their heads to

the window and silently watched the raindrops splash their way onto the

windowpane.

She tugged at his lower lip suggestively and ran her fingers through his messy

lavender hair before replying. “Will I need my rain coat?”

“Not if you play your cards right.” He smirked against the smooth skin of

her neck.

She sighed and turned her head, giving him more room to work. “I didn't know

that you were such a…bad boy.”

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like bad boys…”

“We shall see.” And with that, she somehow slid out from underneath

him, grabbed her coat and dashed down the stairs…

Tray stared after his girlfriend and grinned darkly because her head start

would be of absolutely no use. His eyes darkened considerably as an evil

chuckle rumbled from with the broad expanse of his chest. Marron would

be easy to snare; she wouldn't be able to hide for too long…especially from

him. The only thing that would provide a challenge was nature herself; after

all, it's all too easy to lose a scent in the rain.

::THE KITCHEN::

Chichi hurriedly and efficiently unpacked groceries from the many bags that

littered the table and countertops; she didn't have time to mess around with such

trivial things today. Her arms were aching from lugging so many heavy bags

from the car to the kitchen in record time, and she had things to do.

She didn't even want to peak at the grocery bill; sure the Brief's family

would pay for it, but she had bought enough food to feed a small, but

starving army. Nervously glancing over her shoulder, she breathed a soft

sigh of relief when her husband was no where to be found. Chichi simply

shook her head; those men would train during a hurricane…and none of

them would feel a thing.

She shook her head quickly, trying to clear her mind. The faster she

completed her task the faster she could go and hide---occupy her time with

something else. Chichi wasn't afraid of anything or anyone, least of all an

adorable, though slightly scattered brained Saiyan warrior. If he got too close,

all she had to do was bop him on the head with Bessie.

Now “Bessie” wasn't a person, oh heavens no! Actually, “Bessie” was her

old and slightly dented frying pan. Though it was nearly as old as her son,

Gohan, it still got the job done, and was good for a well placed threat now

and again. Many a man had felt the sting of “Bessie”, and as long she

possessed that pan, Chichi was invincible…well sort of anyway.

A smirk made its way to the goddess's face; a face that had yet to be marred

by wrinkles or any visible signs of aging. Her attractive and youthful body

still kept its sensual and curvaceous figure, and she was the envy of almost

every woman she had ever come into contact with, all except for Bulma

Briefs, whose striking and gorgeous shape rivaled her own. Not a strand of

white could be found lurking sneakily in her wild black mane, she kept a

sharp look out and was pleased that she had only discovered three within

the last six months.

In no time at all, all of the food and supplies had been put away and she set

to preparing dinner. The other women of the household would be along soon

enough to assist her, but she could at least get started. She wandered over to

the left side of the kitchen and flipped a small switch that resided over the

rather large and beautifully crafted clock; music was essential for cooking a

meal…or in this case, a feast.

Turning up in order to tune out other outside distractions, Chichi began to sing

along and sway her hips to the tempo of the music, slowly becoming absorbed

into the world of cooking and music.

::NEARLY AN HOUR LATER::

Rich, flavorful smells were emanating from the oven, and Chichi was still

dancing happily in her own little corner of her mind, so much in fact, that she

didn't hear the sound of heavy boots behind her. She was brought shortly out

of her reverie when two large, calloused hands spanned themselves around

her waist, making her jump in surprise along with spraying the strawberry

mousse that she had been stirring with an electric mixer.

“Goku, she half growled, half sighed, look ay what you made me do! Now I

have an even bigger mess to clean up, thanks a bunch.” He hungrily nuzzled

the crook of her neck, refusing to acknowledge her outburst.

“What's wrong with you?” She wondered aloud, doing her absolute best to keep

her tone calm and even, though she couldn't hide the edge that had made its way

in her voice. “I'm cooking Goku; we can do…that…when I'm through here

okay?”

“Not okay, he murmured between placing hot, wet kisses on the exposed skin

of her shoulder, I need you now.”

“Now!?” She dropped the mixer with a clang, but only after she was sure it

was off. “With you “Now” means every five minutes; assert a little self-control.

Besides, there are more important things in life other than sex.”

“Name one.” His skilled fingers began to undo the first few buttons her

sleeveless, pale pink blouse, all the while his tongue continued to massage

the lobe of her ear, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

She moaned gently, and moved her hands to wrap around his wrists;

unfortunately, she couldn't quite bring herself to still his “magic” fingers.

“If you would stop for a moment, then maybe…”

His voice was husky with lust when he cut her off. “You haven't answered me

yet Chi.”

“This is silly, not to mention a waste of time! Excuse me, but the casserole's

going to burn if I don't check it, now kindly let me go.” Chichi smiled, that is,

if you call the baring of teeth, or in Chichi's case, fangs, a smile. She brought

back her elbow and rammed him in the abdomen, knocking a significant amount

of air out of his lungs.

“Ha! Serves you right---!”

He spun her around with a jerk of his arm, and suddenly she found herself

pressed firmly against Goku's hard chest. “I love it when you're angry Chi;

it makes you so…sexy. It makes me want to take you without a thought to

where we are.”

Chichi didn't know what to do, or what to say. Goku had never spoken so freely

about such a subject before…nor had he ever been so open with what he wanted.

Over the past week, something inside him had shifted, and he had changed from

a loveable goofball, to…someone…well, it was almost as if he was letting his

Saiyan side take over. Sure she liked it when he was like this, but at times she

found it to be a bit unnerving.

She was brought out of her thoughts when the oven timer beeped shrilly,

signaling that the casserole, homemade bread, and seasoned chicken were

thoroughly cooked.“Goku, she tried again, I know that you for one don't

want to eat burnt food tonight. Let me finish what I'm doing, damnit, and

back off!”

Goku turned to the oven, which was still beeping rather loudly, and pressed

the off button. Chichi struggled, trying to loosen his hold on her waist, but

he was determined, and he was strong. He turned back to face her and she

watched as a triumphant spread its way across his features. “Problem solved

Chi; the crisis has been averted and the world is safe. Anything else you want

me to take care of before we move on?”

She snarled at him before replying, and this time there was nothing even remotely

close to a smile on her face. “Bite Me.”

He resumed the unfastening of her buttons once more. “You know, I've been

tempted to do just that since I came in here.” One naughty hand moved lower

and began to caress her thigh under the fabric of her skirt, before traveling even

farther north to playfully tug the elastic her panties. “Did I ever mention that it

drives me crazy when you I see you in a skirt?”

She whimpered when he pressed a hard, passionate kiss to her mouth. “Please

Chi, I'm not going to be able to keep this, he moved her soft hand to the front

of his already pulsating erection, under control for much longer.”

Goku dipped a finger in the strawberry mousse that lay forgotten on the

counter, and slowly trailed his mousse coated finger down her chest, tracing

the line between her breasts, all the way until he reached the material of her

simple cotton bra. She shivered in delight when his rough, yet tantalizing

tongue followed the trail of sugary sweetness. Her fingers wound their way

into his hair, forcing his face even closer to flushed skin. “Now?” He looked

up at her, his large chocolate brown eyes were silently pleading with her hazel

ones.

She brought his head for a quick, steamy peck on the lips. “Now.”

He grinned roguishly, and before either of them had time to blink, Goku used his

Instant Transmission, and in a matter of seconds the kitchen was left empty.

And then, there was a flash, and the strawberry mousse that had been left on the

counter vanished into thin air…

::SERENA AND VIDEL'S ROOM::

Serena flipped to the next page of her Music Mages Magazine and rolled her

eyes when Videl, who was sleeping on the bed next to her, began to snore softly,

and even though it wasn't that bad, Serena, who was already irritated, became

instantly annoyed.

When she could no longer take the intrusive noise, she picked up the closest

pillow she could find and powerfully flung the fluffy square across the room…

Direct Hit!

“What the hell!?” Came Videl's outraged voice which was still laced with sleep.

“Who did that?”

Serena shrugged and continued to flip through the pretty pictures in her

magazine. “Dunno, must have been the wind.”

Videl seemed to accept that answer, until she noticed the closed and still

locked window, and then she began to contest the theory. “But the window's

not open!” She sputtered confusedly.

The blonde simply tossed her magazine on her nightstand before rolling over to

face her dark haired roommate and smiling. “Then I have no idea.”

“I bet it was you.” Videl muttered as she suspiciously glared at Serena.

“Sure…whatever floats your boat.”

Videl ignored her friend's sarcasm. “You woke me up from a really good

dream to! I mean right when it was getting *really* good.”

Interested, Serena leaned towards the brunette. “So what was so good?

Where you beating up that one chick who was all over Gohan at that club?

I swear her hair was fake, I mean who on this earth is actually born with

strawberry blonde hair? And that voice! Ugh! It was so weird and nasally,

it made me wish that I had ear plugs or something!”

“No, that wasn't the dream, but as for the strawberry blonde thing, some

people are naturally born with it!”

“Nah!” Serena snorted and with a wave of her hand she flipped her hair

over her shoulder. “It comes from a can, I'm telling you!”

“Whatever, so in my dream I was…”

Videl didn't get to finish her sentence, because at that exact moment,

there was a loud bang on the door before it flew open. Bra Briefs tumbled

through as if she had been blown in by the wind, and some of the papers

off the top of the stack she was carrying went floating in different directions.

The poor girl looked absolutely frantic!

She began to look around the room wildly, until her eyes focused on Videl.

“Have you seen Marron anywhere?”

Videl sat up and stretched before replying. “Uh, not recently. Why?”

Bra didn't answer, instead she turned to Serena. Have you?

“No…what's wrong, and what are those papers, and why do you look like you

just ran a marathon?”

“There's no time to explain now, we just need to find Marron, and we need to

do it fast!”

Videl stood, her expression clouded with worry. “Why? Is she in trouble?”

“Not yet, but she will be if we don't find her!” Serena was still fixated on the

stack of papers that Bra was clutching.

“Slow down, Serena began as she started to lace up her boots, what are those

papers for?”

“Okay, so I hacked into my mom's computer…”

“You what!?” Both Serena and Videl shrieked in unison.

“That's not important, but what I found is! All of these talks about Saiyans;

where they came from, they're abilities, the usual stuff right? Well that's what

I thought until I got to this section…”

She showed the two girls the heavily highlighted documents and could only watch

as they paled and their eyes grew wide…and no one said a word.

“If this, Bra concluded, is correct, then we don't have much time before…”

“Forget the before and after, Serena broke in, we need to focus on the now, and

we need to find Marron now!”

The three of them took off with Serena in the lead as they raced down the stairs

and out the door, and into the pouring rain…

END!!!!

AN: (Can people be born with Strawberry Blonde Hair?

I wasn't trying to offend any one!) I tried to end with a small

cliffie…did it work? Was it good? Bad? I know it's been like forever,

and that this was a little shorter than normal, but I'm trying. I am also

working on Perfect as well, and it's coming along nicely. Thank you

guys for all of your support and encouraging reviews; I love you all.

Thanks for reading my notes and my story…and if you've got the time

leave a review and let me know how I'm doing, or if you

have any suggestions! Peace out!

Lotsa Luv,

~Galaxystar~