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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,197
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Face Down
Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy write Akira Toriyama.
Bra- 18
17- 19
Future Trunks- 23
Pan- 18
Marron- 21
Goten- 22
Results May Very
Chapter 10
Face Down
Bra woke hours later laying face down, her hands tied to the bed post wearing nothing, but a single black sheet draped loosely around her waist revealing her right thigh. She would have screamed mercilessly at the person sing ing behind her, feeling their eyes on her exposed curves if it hadn’t been for the duck tap slapped over her mouth.
She slowly lifted her head, wincing as the back of her head throbbed with pain. She totally forgot about being smacked just before she was going to kill her target. Just who the hell was it anyway? It didn’t really matter, however. She was going to kill whoever it was. No one cracks her in thad aad and gets away with it.
“Your lucky I‘m a man of honor and am resisting the urge to take advantage of you in your very vulnerable state .” 17 said, crawling on the bed on top of her.
He ran his hand along her curved back taking in every inch of detail. She had the softest skin he’d ever felt. He pressed into her and turned her head to the side so her cheek touched his.
“I’m going to remove the tape, but don’t even think about screaming. There isn’t a Saiyan around for 100’s of miles and there’s no one here who’s going to help you. They’d try killing you on sight.” He said moving his hand across her crimson cheek to the corner of the duck tape.
“Understand?” He asked.
Bra turned her eyes away in an attempt to ignore him. As if she were going to scream for help…she never needed help.
“Answer me or it’s lights out, Saiyan!” He grabbed her head and made a cracking noise as if he were going to break her neck.
She glared and nod her head in compliance.
“That’s what I though.”
He ripped the tape from her lips with one quick thrust of his wrist leaving her them red and burning. She let out a grunt and licked her swollen lips trying to sooth them. She mumbled something he couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” He asked, putting his ear closer to her lips.
“I said I’m going to kill you when I get out of this.”
17 chuckled and pulled the sheet slowly up her back with no regret of catching an eye full of her naked flesh. “I don’t think that will be happening, Assassin. We all know what happened the last time you tried killing me.”
Bra thrust her head up in his direction trying to smack him in the nose, but he caught it and pressed her head to the pillow. “Hey now. Your not playing fair.” He smirked.
“Burn in hell.” She hissed in reply.
17 rolled next to her and sighed. “That’s not very nice.”
“Really?” She asked frowning. “Aww, I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t think that would hurt your feelings, I thought something more a long the lines of ‘GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT’ would do it and where the hell are my clothes!”
17’s eye brows almost blew off his face as he got a ringing in his ears. He looked down at her, licking his lips. “That’s not of great importance.”
He put his hand on her neck and brushed away the loose hair hanging which would have given him a better look at her cleavage if she wouldn’t have snapped at his hand almost taking a finger.
“WHOA!” He shouted in shock as he pulled away the hand she almost sunk her teeth into. “You’re a fiery one!”
“Untie me and you’ll really find out.” She said smirking.
17 titled his eyes at her. “Like I’m going to let you go? I’m not stupid. It’ll just be another weak attempt of trying to take my life all because someone ordered you too.”
Bra tilted to the side letting the sheet drop back down around her waist. “Please.” She said in a sad, yet seductive way. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
“Your feminine wilds aren’t going to work on me, so knock it off.”
Bra glared. “Like I’d ever bring myself to touch you anyway!” She snapped. “What’d you do with my clothes!”
17 yawned and sat up. “You had so many damn weapons I had to be sure you weren’t hiding any, so we searched you.”
Bra’s eyes practically popped out of her head. “You did WHAT!” She yelled, pulling at the ropes around her wrists. “How dare you! You dog! You dirty human dog! What else did you do! Violate me!”
17 hopped off the bed waving his hands out in front of him. “Whoa there! I didn’t do anything! I had one of our female nurses come in and do it, so stop with all the name calling!”
“Why should I trust you!” She growled.
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but you better ‘cause your going to be there for a while.”
Bra grunted in disapproval. “If I’m going to be staying here I refuse to stay naked and tied to his bed.”
17 smiled rubbing the back of his neck. “You really don’t have much of a choice, but since I’m such a nice guy I’ll untie you with the promise of you being a good girl.”
“Cross my heart and hope you die.” She said smiling mockingly.
“That’s not very reassuring..”
Bra sighed. “A Princess always keeps her word.”
“Ok, but first how about you give me a little kissy kissy? It‘s not like you haven‘t before” He asked leaning towards her.
"Excuse me! You stole that kiss! I'd rather die!" She snarled, turning her face away from him.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” He asked.
Bra turned her head back. “I’d claw your face to shreds as soon as my hands were freed.”
17 nodded his head and started untying her wrists. “Hmm…I’d take that risk, but I’m too pretty.”
She rolled her eyes feeling her gag reflex kicking in. She growled at how long he was taking and pulled her newly loose hand free before he could finish. He got up off the bed and stood ready for any ill-mannered escape or murder attempt, but she didn’t do either. Instead, she sat up pressing her back to the head board and pulled the silk sheet around herself.
“Can I get dressed?” She asked growing irritated as he watched her suspiciously.
“Oh, yeah.” He said, shaking his head. “Clothes are in the bathroom.”
He walked across the room and flopped down on what looked to be a very comfortable couch. For the leader of a struggling race he had some nice things.
Bra found herself on a king size bed with silk black sheets and matching canopy which she found a little strange, but then again she didn't think humans were all there in the head at times, so it made some sense. The walls were paintedeepdeep red which the flicking of the fire place extenuated. It was fully furnished with pictures hanging on the walls. At least he has some good taste.
She slid off the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom about to close the door when 17 held it open obnoxiously.
“Keep it open.”
Bra glared. “So you can get a free peep show? I don’t think so!”
“Keep it open a little bit.” He said making an inch with his fingers.
“Oh, fine!” She growled, leaving the dooen aen ack ack as he turned back and sat down on the couch.
Bra smirked looking at herself in the mirror and popped her head out the door.
“By the way,” She said getting his attention. “Were you warning me on how small you are just now?” She said making an inch with her fingers.
17 cocked his jaw to the side and smacked his lips in defense. “Please, woman! I hang two inches…from the ground!”
She raised her eyebrows looking curious. “I’ve seen better.” She taunted.
“Ha!” He laughed. “You couldn’t handle what I have to give.”
Bra shifted rubbing her thighs together looking quite uncomfortable.
He leaned forward and looked at her smirking. “I’m not turning you on, am I?”
She almost dropped the sheet, but caught it and slammed the door shut. “As if someone like you could ever turn me on!” She shouted.
“Hey! I said keep the door cracked!” He barked from the couch.
Bra growled, opening the door a little. “Happy?”
“Yes.” He snapped in reply.
“What the hell is this!” She bellowed, coming out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a red spaghetti strapped summers dress.
17 smiled, leaning back getting a better look at her. “You look good in a dress. Now all we have to work on his that foul mouth of yours.”
“Foul this!” She said, flipping him the middle finger.
“Now now, that’s not very Princess like.” He taunted.
“Bra leaned forward and glared. “You don’t know this Princess, now!” She hissed. “Now!
Where are my clothes?.”
17 sighed giving up. “They’re here, but your not going to want to be wearing them.”
“And why’s that!” She snapped.
“Earth has many different climates. You’d probably die from heat stroke walking around in black leather, not to mention you’d get very sticky and I don’t think any of us want that.” He explained.
Bra sighed angrily and looked down pulling at the end of the dress. She did kinda like it since it was red. “Fine, but not because you want me too.”
17 shook his head looking away from her.
Bra left like asking questions whether he liked it or not. “So, why won’t you submit to the Saiyans?”
17 shot her a glare. “It’s not right to enslave people and kill off half of them.” She hissed.
“What?” Bra snapped. “And what about the other night when you attacked the base? What was the point? A lot of people died, Saiyan and Human!”
17 jumped out of his seat getting close to her. “I had reason for doing that I did!” He growled throwing her a pair of sandals. “You’ll need these as well.”
Bra matched his glared picking them up. “Why? Are we going somewhere?” She asked in a hostel tone.
“I’m going to show you something that might melt that frigid heart of yours and prove I‘m not the monster.”
Author’s Note- Sighs happily I love the way they play games with one another. I think 17 is winning, however. Let’s see what 17 has to show Bra. Please review!
-Missy
Animefetish19@aol.com
Bra- 18
17- 19
Future Trunks- 23
Pan- 18
Marron- 21
Goten- 22
Results May Very
Chapter 10
Face Down
Bra woke hours later laying face down, her hands tied to the bed post wearing nothing, but a single black sheet draped loosely around her waist revealing her right thigh. She would have screamed mercilessly at the person sing ing behind her, feeling their eyes on her exposed curves if it hadn’t been for the duck tap slapped over her mouth.
She slowly lifted her head, wincing as the back of her head throbbed with pain. She totally forgot about being smacked just before she was going to kill her target. Just who the hell was it anyway? It didn’t really matter, however. She was going to kill whoever it was. No one cracks her in thad aad and gets away with it.
“Your lucky I‘m a man of honor and am resisting the urge to take advantage of you in your very vulnerable state .” 17 said, crawling on the bed on top of her.
He ran his hand along her curved back taking in every inch of detail. She had the softest skin he’d ever felt. He pressed into her and turned her head to the side so her cheek touched his.
“I’m going to remove the tape, but don’t even think about screaming. There isn’t a Saiyan around for 100’s of miles and there’s no one here who’s going to help you. They’d try killing you on sight.” He said moving his hand across her crimson cheek to the corner of the duck tape.
“Understand?” He asked.
Bra turned her eyes away in an attempt to ignore him. As if she were going to scream for help…she never needed help.
“Answer me or it’s lights out, Saiyan!” He grabbed her head and made a cracking noise as if he were going to break her neck.
She glared and nod her head in compliance.
“That’s what I though.”
He ripped the tape from her lips with one quick thrust of his wrist leaving her them red and burning. She let out a grunt and licked her swollen lips trying to sooth them. She mumbled something he couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” He asked, putting his ear closer to her lips.
“I said I’m going to kill you when I get out of this.”
17 chuckled and pulled the sheet slowly up her back with no regret of catching an eye full of her naked flesh. “I don’t think that will be happening, Assassin. We all know what happened the last time you tried killing me.”
Bra thrust her head up in his direction trying to smack him in the nose, but he caught it and pressed her head to the pillow. “Hey now. Your not playing fair.” He smirked.
“Burn in hell.” She hissed in reply.
17 rolled next to her and sighed. “That’s not very nice.”
“Really?” She asked frowning. “Aww, I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t think that would hurt your feelings, I thought something more a long the lines of ‘GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT’ would do it and where the hell are my clothes!”
17’s eye brows almost blew off his face as he got a ringing in his ears. He looked down at her, licking his lips. “That’s not of great importance.”
He put his hand on her neck and brushed away the loose hair hanging which would have given him a better look at her cleavage if she wouldn’t have snapped at his hand almost taking a finger.
“WHOA!” He shouted in shock as he pulled away the hand she almost sunk her teeth into. “You’re a fiery one!”
“Untie me and you’ll really find out.” She said smirking.
17 titled his eyes at her. “Like I’m going to let you go? I’m not stupid. It’ll just be another weak attempt of trying to take my life all because someone ordered you too.”
Bra tilted to the side letting the sheet drop back down around her waist. “Please.” She said in a sad, yet seductive way. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
“Your feminine wilds aren’t going to work on me, so knock it off.”
Bra glared. “Like I’d ever bring myself to touch you anyway!” She snapped. “What’d you do with my clothes!”
17 yawned and sat up. “You had so many damn weapons I had to be sure you weren’t hiding any, so we searched you.”
Bra’s eyes practically popped out of her head. “You did WHAT!” She yelled, pulling at the ropes around her wrists. “How dare you! You dog! You dirty human dog! What else did you do! Violate me!”
17 hopped off the bed waving his hands out in front of him. “Whoa there! I didn’t do anything! I had one of our female nurses come in and do it, so stop with all the name calling!”
“Why should I trust you!” She growled.
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but you better ‘cause your going to be there for a while.”
Bra grunted in disapproval. “If I’m going to be staying here I refuse to stay naked and tied to his bed.”
17 smiled rubbing the back of his neck. “You really don’t have much of a choice, but since I’m such a nice guy I’ll untie you with the promise of you being a good girl.”
“Cross my heart and hope you die.” She said smiling mockingly.
“That’s not very reassuring..”
Bra sighed. “A Princess always keeps her word.”
“Ok, but first how about you give me a little kissy kissy? It‘s not like you haven‘t before” He asked leaning towards her.
"Excuse me! You stole that kiss! I'd rather die!" She snarled, turning her face away from him.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” He asked.
Bra turned her head back. “I’d claw your face to shreds as soon as my hands were freed.”
17 nodded his head and started untying her wrists. “Hmm…I’d take that risk, but I’m too pretty.”
She rolled her eyes feeling her gag reflex kicking in. She growled at how long he was taking and pulled her newly loose hand free before he could finish. He got up off the bed and stood ready for any ill-mannered escape or murder attempt, but she didn’t do either. Instead, she sat up pressing her back to the head board and pulled the silk sheet around herself.
“Can I get dressed?” She asked growing irritated as he watched her suspiciously.
“Oh, yeah.” He said, shaking his head. “Clothes are in the bathroom.”
He walked across the room and flopped down on what looked to be a very comfortable couch. For the leader of a struggling race he had some nice things.
Bra found herself on a king size bed with silk black sheets and matching canopy which she found a little strange, but then again she didn't think humans were all there in the head at times, so it made some sense. The walls were paintedeepdeep red which the flicking of the fire place extenuated. It was fully furnished with pictures hanging on the walls. At least he has some good taste.
She slid off the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom about to close the door when 17 held it open obnoxiously.
“Keep it open.”
Bra glared. “So you can get a free peep show? I don’t think so!”
“Keep it open a little bit.” He said making an inch with his fingers.
“Oh, fine!” She growled, leaving the dooen aen ack ack as he turned back and sat down on the couch.
Bra smirked looking at herself in the mirror and popped her head out the door.
“By the way,” She said getting his attention. “Were you warning me on how small you are just now?” She said making an inch with her fingers.
17 cocked his jaw to the side and smacked his lips in defense. “Please, woman! I hang two inches…from the ground!”
She raised her eyebrows looking curious. “I’ve seen better.” She taunted.
“Ha!” He laughed. “You couldn’t handle what I have to give.”
Bra shifted rubbing her thighs together looking quite uncomfortable.
He leaned forward and looked at her smirking. “I’m not turning you on, am I?”
She almost dropped the sheet, but caught it and slammed the door shut. “As if someone like you could ever turn me on!” She shouted.
“Hey! I said keep the door cracked!” He barked from the couch.
Bra growled, opening the door a little. “Happy?”
“Yes.” He snapped in reply.
“What the hell is this!” She bellowed, coming out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a red spaghetti strapped summers dress.
17 smiled, leaning back getting a better look at her. “You look good in a dress. Now all we have to work on his that foul mouth of yours.”
“Foul this!” She said, flipping him the middle finger.
“Now now, that’s not very Princess like.” He taunted.
“Bra leaned forward and glared. “You don’t know this Princess, now!” She hissed. “Now!
Where are my clothes?.”
17 sighed giving up. “They’re here, but your not going to want to be wearing them.”
“And why’s that!” She snapped.
“Earth has many different climates. You’d probably die from heat stroke walking around in black leather, not to mention you’d get very sticky and I don’t think any of us want that.” He explained.
Bra sighed angrily and looked down pulling at the end of the dress. She did kinda like it since it was red. “Fine, but not because you want me too.”
17 shook his head looking away from her.
Bra left like asking questions whether he liked it or not. “So, why won’t you submit to the Saiyans?”
17 shot her a glare. “It’s not right to enslave people and kill off half of them.” She hissed.
“What?” Bra snapped. “And what about the other night when you attacked the base? What was the point? A lot of people died, Saiyan and Human!”
17 jumped out of his seat getting close to her. “I had reason for doing that I did!” He growled throwing her a pair of sandals. “You’ll need these as well.”
Bra matched his glared picking them up. “Why? Are we going somewhere?” She asked in a hostel tone.
“I’m going to show you something that might melt that frigid heart of yours and prove I‘m not the monster.”
Author’s Note- Sighs happily I love the way they play games with one another. I think 17 is winning, however. Let’s see what 17 has to show Bra. Please review!
-Missy
Animefetish19@aol.com