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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,873
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Are you Positive?
Stranded- the born again and reposted version with a lower rating because FF.net is evil!
Chapter 6- Are you positive?
Notes: Thanks to the new reviewers, and sorry about having lost your wonderful reviews, all of you. The story must go on, even if it has a lower rating. Don't you think they should have a XXX rating, or something? It would make sense when it comes to a lot of the plotless sex stories out there. However, there is a trace of a plot here... isn't there? *huggles her Vegeta plushie and looks all confused*
Eighteen sighed, rolling over in her sleep. Her brother was letting her stay in the guest room that was located on the other side of the house. Despite it being in the middle of the woods, the house was a lot larger than it seemed.
She was deeply sleeping, so emotionally exhausted that she wasn't even dreaming. Her short blonde hair fell away from her flawless face, exposing her long golden lashes and slightly parted rosy lips to the moonlight filtering through the window. Something hit the glass.
She awoke instantly, her warrior's instincts kicking into high gear. She rolled from the bed, wearinly aly an oversized white tee shirt and black lace panties. Her breasts bounced with the sudden motion and she wondered why she'd never considered a reduction before. 'Strange things to be thinking when you could be DYING soon, idiot...' she inwardly chided herself.
She crawled to the window, carefully peering over the sill. Standing in the back yard was a dark silhouette. It looked very much like an oversized Norfin Troll, what with the high and pointy hair and all. She couldn't resist a laugh as her heart seemed to cry out for joy. Eighteen knew who it was... She stood and opened the window, motioning for the saiyan to enter.
He did so without hesitation, taking Eighteen into his arms as soon as his feet hit the floor. They were silent for a long moment, simply holding each other close, enjoying the nearness and warmth. Reaching back with one arm, Vegeta closed the window before turning back to her. It felt right... the way she fit perfectly in his arms, the smell of raspberries in her soft yellow locks, the way she trembled ever so slightly. Trembled?
He held her at less than arm's length, looking at her perfect features. "What's the matter?" he asked softly, a deep sense of caring in his voice.
She bit her lip and said nothing for a moment, her only response being the slight shake of her shoulders and the twin silver trails that ran down her pale cheeks. "Tell me that you're real. Tell me that you won't disappear..." She said softly, her voice quaking.
"Disappear? What do..?" he began.
She threw her arms around him, sobbing against his chest. "Please! Vegeta, don't leave me..."
He whispered words of comfort to her, soothingly rubbing her back and running his fingers through her hair, never stopping touching her. After a few moments, her sobs quieted and he lifted her chin with his fingertips, looking into her watery blue eyes. He gently wiped her tears away with his thumb, giving her a reassuring smile. "Why would I come all this way just to take off again?" he asked softly.
The fact that the android was so visibly shaken was disturbing. Vegeta didn't know what to think of it. Her grip on him tightened and she was quiet for a few minutes, seeming to regain her composure. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, looking up at him somewhat defiantly, daring him to say something about her emotional outburst. The fire was back in her eyes, and they were both glad of it. "I had a stupid daydream, but it was more like a nightmare while I was still
awake." The saiyan arched a dark brow and she shook her head. "Forget about it," she said, resting her head against the warm hardness of his chest.
"Eighteen..." Vegeta began.
"Hmm?" she asked, not moving in the slightest.
"I'm going to leave Trunks and Bulma..." he said softly, his eyes closing with slight regret at what he'd just said. He meant it wholeheartedly, no matter how much it might hurt. Saiyans were very protective of what they had, not willing to give things up so easily. He wouldn't have considered it if he didn't think it was the right thing to do.
Eighteen lifted her head and looked up at him. "Are you positive?" she asked.
He was silent a moment, his eyes closed in memory and contemplation. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity to the both of them, he said one word. A word that was about to unfold new universes and experiences for the both of them.
"...Yes."
Chapter 6- Are you positive?
Notes: Thanks to the new reviewers, and sorry about having lost your wonderful reviews, all of you. The story must go on, even if it has a lower rating. Don't you think they should have a XXX rating, or something? It would make sense when it comes to a lot of the plotless sex stories out there. However, there is a trace of a plot here... isn't there? *huggles her Vegeta plushie and looks all confused*
Eighteen sighed, rolling over in her sleep. Her brother was letting her stay in the guest room that was located on the other side of the house. Despite it being in the middle of the woods, the house was a lot larger than it seemed.
She was deeply sleeping, so emotionally exhausted that she wasn't even dreaming. Her short blonde hair fell away from her flawless face, exposing her long golden lashes and slightly parted rosy lips to the moonlight filtering through the window. Something hit the glass.
She awoke instantly, her warrior's instincts kicking into high gear. She rolled from the bed, wearinly aly an oversized white tee shirt and black lace panties. Her breasts bounced with the sudden motion and she wondered why she'd never considered a reduction before. 'Strange things to be thinking when you could be DYING soon, idiot...' she inwardly chided herself.
She crawled to the window, carefully peering over the sill. Standing in the back yard was a dark silhouette. It looked very much like an oversized Norfin Troll, what with the high and pointy hair and all. She couldn't resist a laugh as her heart seemed to cry out for joy. Eighteen knew who it was... She stood and opened the window, motioning for the saiyan to enter.
He did so without hesitation, taking Eighteen into his arms as soon as his feet hit the floor. They were silent for a long moment, simply holding each other close, enjoying the nearness and warmth. Reaching back with one arm, Vegeta closed the window before turning back to her. It felt right... the way she fit perfectly in his arms, the smell of raspberries in her soft yellow locks, the way she trembled ever so slightly. Trembled?
He held her at less than arm's length, looking at her perfect features. "What's the matter?" he asked softly, a deep sense of caring in his voice.
She bit her lip and said nothing for a moment, her only response being the slight shake of her shoulders and the twin silver trails that ran down her pale cheeks. "Tell me that you're real. Tell me that you won't disappear..." She said softly, her voice quaking.
"Disappear? What do..?" he began.
She threw her arms around him, sobbing against his chest. "Please! Vegeta, don't leave me..."
He whispered words of comfort to her, soothingly rubbing her back and running his fingers through her hair, never stopping touching her. After a few moments, her sobs quieted and he lifted her chin with his fingertips, looking into her watery blue eyes. He gently wiped her tears away with his thumb, giving her a reassuring smile. "Why would I come all this way just to take off again?" he asked softly.
The fact that the android was so visibly shaken was disturbing. Vegeta didn't know what to think of it. Her grip on him tightened and she was quiet for a few minutes, seeming to regain her composure. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, looking up at him somewhat defiantly, daring him to say something about her emotional outburst. The fire was back in her eyes, and they were both glad of it. "I had a stupid daydream, but it was more like a nightmare while I was still
awake." The saiyan arched a dark brow and she shook her head. "Forget about it," she said, resting her head against the warm hardness of his chest.
"Eighteen..." Vegeta began.
"Hmm?" she asked, not moving in the slightest.
"I'm going to leave Trunks and Bulma..." he said softly, his eyes closing with slight regret at what he'd just said. He meant it wholeheartedly, no matter how much it might hurt. Saiyans were very protective of what they had, not willing to give things up so easily. He wouldn't have considered it if he didn't think it was the right thing to do.
Eighteen lifted her head and looked up at him. "Are you positive?" she asked.
He was silent a moment, his eyes closed in memory and contemplation. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity to the both of them, he said one word. A word that was about to unfold new universes and experiences for the both of them.
"...Yes."