Stranded

Stranded- the revised version!

Chapter 5- Cruel Illusions

Notes: Thanks for the reviews again, folks! I don't know when I'll be able to get this chapter posted, seeing as how my ISP is being very bitchy, as of late, but I'll keep trying for you all. This is more than likely going to be sad for a time, because in all actuality, divorces and affairs aren't as fun as the media makes them out to be. Even in the Dragonball world, things aren't always as nice as we'd like them to be...

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Eighteen ed, ed, it was finally nighttime again. She'd passed the day away at her brother's cabin, helping him with menial little chores to keep herself occupied. However, it wasn't so easy to get the saiyan from her mind as she had hoped. The simple task of helping Seventeen chop up some firewood had moved her to go take a very cold shower when she was finished.

Seventeen had given her the strangest look when she nearly dropped the axe on her feet as an image came into her mind. A mental picture she wasn't going to forget any time soon. In her mind's eye, there he was. The Saiyan Prince in all of his half naked glory, his shirt tossed carelessly aside, a fine sheen of sweat covering his bared torso as he worked away. The thick muscles of his arms and back bunched, tensing and relaxing over and over as the axe rose and fell, cutting the
firewood that wasn't really there. He turned slightly as the mental pile of logs that were not really being cut grew rapidly. She saw the fine muscles of his chest and stomach, the sight of his washboard abs making places in her lower body tighten as she remembered what it felt like to be pressed against them.

"Hey, Eighteen!" Her brother had called, causing her to tighten her grip on the axe handle and prevent her toes from being crushed.

The blonde android had blushed furiously and finished her task. It was well after nightfall when they finished everything, and the blonde android headed to the shower to cleanse her body and hopefully clear the saiyan from her mind.

As she started stripping off the new clothes she had acquired, by legal means, she realized that she could still smell him. The musky and masculine scent of the saiyan clung to her body, almost as if it were marking her.

Once in the shower, she turned the water so cold it almost burned, but her body quickly became accustomed to it, and the water temperature wouldn't go any lower. Sighingfrusfrustration, she turned on the faucet that made the water warm, the sudden rise in temperature making her gasp before she aded ted to it. She glanced around at the plethora of soaps and shampoos in the shower. She began to seriously wonder at her brother's sexuality as she noticed the scents: rose, raspberry, an assortment of Herbal Essences... She shook her head, not really caring about her brother's choice of bedfellows. 'And fellows they very well may be...' she thought with a little smirk.

She almost thought twice about scrubbing her body clean, not really wanting to lose the comforting scent that lingered on her body from the previous night's act. Reluctantly, she did lather the liquid soap all over her body, letting the water wash it all away, taking his scent away with it. Eighteen poured some shampoo into her palm and scrubbed it into her scalp, closing her eyes and continuing to massage her scalp as the warm water ran over her body, solid muscleseredered in satiny flesh and feminine curves.

Eighteen jumped as she heard the bathroom door open. She pulled the curtain aside just enough to stick her head out, closing the curtain around thet oft of her. "Do you mi..?!" She couldn't find her voice as she saw Vegeta standing there. She couldn't help wondering if she was daydreaming again, or if he was actually standing there in the doorway, looking at her like she was a snack.

She fought to hold his gaze, the emotions there washing over her like a wave of promised passion, sending a chill up her spine. He stepped into the room and closed it behind him, leaning back against it as he turned the lock. She blinked, still not kng ifg if this was just another cruel illusion her mind was taunting her with.

Eighteen watched Vegeta silently as he slowly, teasingly, stripped off his clothes. The black shirt was first to go, slowly exposing the heavily muscled expanse of his lightly tanned chest and abdomen. His muscles rippled ever so slightly as he pulled the shirt off and dropped it onto the tiled floor.

Vegeta's dark gaze caught hers, a small and seductive smirk on his face as he slid his hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He unfastened them with deft movements that shouldn't have been possible because of his thick fingers. She swallowed hard as he slowly slid the zipper down, exposing nothing but bare flesh. He wasn't wearing anything underneath the black pants he had on. The Prince slid the pants down his legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside as they fell to his feet.

The water continued to wash over her body, but she was unaware of it as Vegeta walked toward her slowly, a swagger in his step that was different from his usual arrogant sway. The hard gleaming length of him was exposed, and he made no move to cover his arousal, making it seem perfectly natural for his sleek and powerful body to be unclothed.

Before she knew it, he stood before her, the last full-blooded member of the Saiyan elite in all his naked glory. She was too stunned to move or say anything, simply watching to see what he would do.

His dark eyes gazed into her ice blue ones lovingly as he slowly raised his hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth of his touch for the barest of seconds before it faded away completely. She opened her eyes in alarm, seeing that he was gone. It was just another cruel illusion her mind had created.

She sank to the floor of the tub, the water cascading over her body as she sat in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest and crying. It was awful, being without him was like being without air to breathe. She needed to see him again, even if it was only for a few minutes, she needed to take his hands in hers and tell her how much she needed him. That she didn't care about what they were to each other in the past...


A/N- Whatcha all think? I'd appreciate reviews, and I'd like to know what you all think of the erotic descriptions here.
See? They don't need to have sex for the story to be enticing...