A/N: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi or Dragonball. This is not for money. This was the result of a test. I had to come up with two characters (complete opposites) and make them get together. PWP, NC-17, SLASH, Crossover. Have fun!
Plaything
The man woke up in an awkward position, legs entangled in something hard. He blinked open his eyes and looked up into the gaping mouth of a golden dragon.
"Grrr... What is this?! And why am I tangled in it?" the man growled using some of his leftover energy to pull him off the statue to lose his energy and fall into a pool of water that rested below the dragon statue.
"RARGH! Where the fuck am I?! Those brats better not have put me in here to try and frighten me," the man grumbled, trying to stagger out of the water. His body just did not have enough strength and he knew it. Sparring with Goku was getting to be life-threatening and he hated it. He slammed his fist into the pool of water and cracked its bottom.
"Tut tut tut. Don't you know it's not nice to damage other God's shines?" an annoying voice chastised him from the shadows. Vegeta's eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, trying desperately to find the person the voice belonged to.
"Show your face to me coward," Vegeta growled, pushing his body to stand and face his invisible stalker.
"Oh, but why would I want to do that? You won't need to see me for what I am about to do to you, unlucky stranger," the voice purred. Vegeta couldn't place where the person was exactly, the voice seemed to be surrounding him and separating from him all at once. This frustrated Vegeta to no extent.
"Come out here you fucking pansy! Show yourself to me! I am the King of the Saiyans. I would have you bowing before me! You would be--" Vegeta's frustration got to him, but before he could rant himself into a heart attack, silken strands grasped his arms and legs and covered his mouth before he could say anymore.
"What will you do now my pretty toy, while I play with you?" the voice resonated through the shrine. Vegeta couldn't believe he was being overpowered. He tried to fight against his bonds. Writhing his muscular body in their grasp, trying to free himself. He couldn't even form a ki blast to save himself. The strands had completely wrapped up his hands preventing him from opening them.
"You think I would have even let you try to use any of your magnificent powers against me? Tut tut tut" the voice was coming closer to his body. The strands of hair reeling him closer to the source of the masculine voice.
Vegeta could now feel the breath of the man, so near to him. He fought even more so. He could feel the intentions of the man before him as though his thoughts were being pumped like blood through the silken strands into his veins. It was like a fever to him at that moment.
A slender hand reached to his chest, the long fingernail tracing down his chest slicing his shirt open. The pain caused an unwanted reaction in him. Like the excitement of battle excited him near to explosion….……..
A/N: As I am trying to support ff.net in their decision to remove NC-17 stories I am leaving this story off here. You can visit my website at www.freewebs.com/gisaku_no_dairi/ to read the rest of this story.