Stranded

Stranded-the Revised Version!

Warnings: lemon, angsty, a bit of violence perhaps

Notes: Okay, for all of you who like the whole 18/Krillin or Vegeta/Bulma thing, get over it. This is not the fanfic for you. This is a Vegeta/18 PWP. This takes place before the Majin Buu saga. It's a bit of AU, because we all know that these two would never get together under normal circumstances. And in this story, the whole Krillin/18 thing never happened! Gotta love being an author...*grins evilly* And you know, if you think about it, neither of them would be happy with the "mates" Toriyama-san set them up with. Do you honestly think that an android would be satisfied with a little bald monk, like Krillin? And come on, folks. We ALL should know that Bulma couldn't keep Vegeta happy if she tried. She's just a human, after all, and he's one of the only remaining saiyans in existence.

Android Eighteen sighed. Stuck in an enormous house with a saiyan, what joy. And to make matters worse, it wasn't just any saiyan. It was "The Prince of All Saiyans." 'More like Prince of Pompous and arrogant idiots,' she thought.

They had given up on fighting several days ago. There appeared to be some sort of invisible barrier on all the doors and windows that wouldn't allow them to leave. They had tried using all the force that they possibly could to free themselves, not wanting to be trapped together. Ki blasts, kicks, and punches hadn't gotten them any closer to escaping.

When all of their efforts were in vain, they turned their frustration upon each other. The android and the saiyan fought mercilessly for two whole days, neither one of them taking a rest and neither wanting one. Maybe, if they were lucky, one could be forever rid of the other. Furniture was thrown and broken to pieces, some incinerated to ash.

Chests heaving and bodies drenched in sweat, the two fighters called a truce simultaneously. They now sat in the living room, one of the few rooms left that was still intact.

Eighteen sat on an overstuffed black couch with one ld crd crossed over the other, swinging it back and forth slightly. Vegeta lounged in a chair near to the couch, his heavily muscled arms crossed over his thick torso. The two enemies kept a wary eye on each other, neither wanting to let their guard down, lest the shaky peace be broken.

Her blue eyed gaze glanced in his direction and he sneered at her, "What are you looking at, android?"

Eighteen turned her gaze away, not wanting to get involved in another fight which she may not be lucky enough to live through. He smirked in satisfaction and resumed being silent.

A voice echoed in their minds, "Bond. Make your bodies move together as one..."

They looked at each other suddenly. "Did you hear that?" she asked.

He nodded. It spoke again, but the words were unintelligible and garbled. Neither of them could understand it.

Vegeta recognized the language, but he didn't know a single word of it. "Do you know Latin, android?"

Eighteen shook her head as the voice rambled on. "Then what good is that electronic brain of yours? The only reason we're here is because of you!"

"Me?!" She leaped to her feet angrily. "How in the hell is this my fault? If you hadn't chased me into this Kami-forsaken house, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"

Vegeta got to his feet as well. "Maybe if you had stood your ground, like a man, I wouldn't have had to chase you!"

"Maybe that's part of your problem, dumbass! In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a man!" she shouted. Eighteen shoved his shoulders hard, catching him off guard and toppling him over backwards. "You're a pathetic excuse for a warrior, saiyan! What kind of warrior can't take down one woman by himself?!"

A dark expression took over his features as Eighteen placed her heel on the center of his chest and pressed down hard. She heard that odd voice speak once more and she stopped to listen to it.

Taking advantage of the opening in her defenses, Vegeta grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. She made a small noise as her body hit the floor with a loud thud. He pounced on her before she could regain her footing and he pinned her arms at either side of her head. His body loomed over hers, casting a dark shadow across her struggling form. He peered down at her as she fought to be free, her whole body flexing as she worked her muscles in an attempt
to throw him off of her.

With a saiyan smirk, Vegeta said, "Give it up, Eighteen. It's obvious who's superior, so just surrender and accept defeat."

A look of fear flashed in her eyes, but it was replaced by determination. "Defeat is not acceptable, and therefore... I do not accept!" Her struggles began anew and Vegeta simply laughed.

The odd voice spoke again, a small phrase: "Amat tu!" Eighteen ceased her futile attempts at resistance, knowing that they were simply wasting her energy.

He smirked as he felt her still beneath him. "So, how does it feel to be 'taken down' by a warrior?"

Eighteen looked up at him with fire in her eyes and snarled, "Fuck you, Vegeta..."

She blinked in shock as he chuckled darkly. "I'm not the one who's fucked, android. But you're about to be..."

"You wouldn't dare," she said, trying to convince herself of it rather than him.

He arched a dark brow as he looked down at her. "Wouldn't I?" He lowered his lips to her ear, whispering huskily," I've always wondered what Gero made you like inside."

She steeled herself to the fact that whatever she said wouldn't deter him in the slightest. "So," she said, "does that mean that you plan on raping me?" Her ice blue eyes stared into his emotionlessly, as dead as her voice.

The saiyan above her laughed again and she saw something like merriment sparkle in his eyes. "Rape's just not my style, android. There's no honor in it. And besides," his deep voice sent a shiver through her, "I think that you'll be begging for more by the time I'm through with you."

She was painfully aware of the pressure of his hips on top of hers. She felt a wave of longing course through her veins, something she inwardly chided herself for. Eighteen decided to play it off with an insult."I doubt that you're good enough to actually make me beg for more, Vegeta." A cruel smirk took over Eighteen's smooth features. "I doubt if you're able to do anything at all because of all that spandex you wear."

"We'll just see about that, won't we."

Wanting to delay her fate a moment longer, she asked: "Don't you have a wife and child? That brat, Trunks, or whatever you call him."

It was his turn to smirk. "The brat and the woman never have to know. Not that they'd care, in any case." He leaned in closer to her, his face less than an inch away from hers. "You're only stalling the inevitable, Eighteen. I've never been one with much patience."

With a quick movement that her eyes could barely follow, he took both of her wrists into his left hand and held them down, his other hand now free to do what he wanted. She turned her face to the side, not wanting to see what he was about to do to her.

With shocking gentleness, he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face back to him, his dark eyes peering into hers. "Don't be a coward about this, I know that you're better than that."

She laughed bitterly. "I'll be sure to remember that you said that, Vegeta." Her blue eyes widened as his mouth covered hers tenderly, his tongue forcing her lips apart. Despite her inner desire to fight, she yielded as he probed the dark inner reaches of her mouth. Her body slowly relaxed as he continued his gentle exploration, stoking the nearly cold embers of desire within her.

After a moment of inner struggle, Eighteen gave in completely to her body, ignoring the protests in her mind as she toyed with his tongue. His hand settled lightly on her shoulder and moved down the front of her, lingering over the curve of her breast before continuing down to the swell of her hips. Slipping beneath the black cloth of her shirt, his fingertips slid over the smooth and toned surface of her abdomen, making their way back up.

Vegeta took her lower lip between his teeth as he cupped her breast in his hand, feeling the warm weight of it against his palm. Eighteen made a small noise as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it roughly. He seized her mouth again, releasing her hands as he did so. Their mouths fought each other, lips crushing together violently, moist flesh hitting moist flesh in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Vegeta gripped the hem of her shirt in his hands and
tugged the material up, pulling his lips away from Eighteen's as he yanked her shirt over her head and off, tossing it aside.

She gasped ever so softly as her skin was exposed to the air. He was stunned at the sight of the naked flesh before him. He was speechless as his dark eyes took in the two perfect spheres before him, their pale cream color matching the rest of her skin exactly. Eighteen held her breasts in her hands, offering them up to him as though he were some sacrificial god.

Her heavy lidded eyes looked up into his and her cheeks were faintly flushed as she winked and said softly, "You know how they look and feel. Would you like to find out how they taste?"

Vegeta smirked slightly and lowered his lips to the pink rosebuds of her nipples, licking at them hungrily. He curled his tongue around the stiff nubs of flesh, sucking on one and then the other. Eighteen felt a small moan escape her as he rested his hands on her hips.

She arched her back as his tongue swirled around her nipples in leisurely circles. "Vegeta," she asked breathily, "Do you really think that the floor is the best place for this?"

"You're right," he muttered into her cleavage. Getting to his feet, Vegeta picked Eighteen up by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. He walked a short way down the hall and entered a large bedroom. 'I knew there was a reason why we didn't destroy this room,' he thought with a smirk. He tossed her down onto the mattress and began shedding his clothes.

Eighteen kicked off her shoes and socks, her skirt following soon after. Her black panties fell on top of the pile and the two enemies watched each other for a moment, savoring the appearance of the other in all their naked glory.

Vegeta walked to the edge of the bed and slowly made his way up her body, moving with the strong grace of a panther on the prowl. Eighteen ran her hands over his arms, relishing in the feel of the soft skin over the hard muscles that lay beneath. "So, my Prince, now that you've got me where you want me, what do you intend to do to me?" Eighteen blinked up at him with feigned innocence that made them both chuckle softly.

He lowered his hips suddenly and she gasped as she felt his head touch to her entrance. "I think we both know the answer to that one, Eighteen." His weight pressed her down in to the mattress as he began sliding into her. She wrapped her legs about his hips and sighed softly as he nipped at the hollow of her collarbone.

His thick sex parted her inner muscles as he went deeply into her. His thrusts were long and gentle as his hips moved with a rhythm all of their own. The saiyan covered her mouth with soft and sensual kisses, making the flames of passion burn within her. She moaned against his lips as he continually hit a bundle of nerves with his strokes.

Eighteen ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his as she began working her hips against him. Her hips rose as his lowered, deepening the penetration. She felt her temperature rising and clamped her inner walls down hard on his member, increasing the friction and heightening the pleasure for both of them. Her breasts were pressed against the firmness of his chest and their hearts beat as one.

Her aching sex had never been so filled as it was now. She slid her hands over the rippling muscles of his back as he drove himself into her over and over again. Her pulse was pounding in her ears as her flesh was stroked by his. Eighteen arched her back each time she brought her hips up to meet his, sliding her soft torso against the hardness of his.

Their breath was coming in pants as their slow rhythm brought them to the top. Eighteen felt her breasts grow warm and her face heated as she rose up, crying out in her relief. The uncontrollable contractions around his thickness brought him to his climax, coming inside her with one last driving motion. They let out a collective moan as his swimming liquid spurted into her, leaving a warm feeling within her that wouldn't fade for quite some time.

He slowly pulled out of her and lay on his back beside her. He pulled the blankets over them. With a little smile, Vegeta pulled her warm body against his and she rested her head on his chest. She ran her fingers through his wild, dark hair and rested. They both dozed off, only staying half asleep because of their training as warriors.

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