Yeah. Squirrel. I know. And for the record, Rei's in another room with Mirai Gohan, lol… I'll be posting that one whenever I get time to write it mwhuhahahaha…
He and Gohan had found the two female androids resting like a pair of sitting ducks with another, huge male android that they'd never seen before, and as he assessed his captive—strangely small for an android—for the millionth time over the last two hours, Trunks sighed wearily. She was still insisting that she wasn't an android. That was just rich. Of course she was an android! Why in the hell would she have been hanging out with one… even though it was kind of strange to have seen all those critters on their laps. Normally the wildlife avoided the artificial humanoids like the plague.
"HEEEEELLOOOOOO!? DO YOU HEAR ME, OR ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF!? I'm HUMAN, DAMN IT! Er… rather, Lunarian." Usagi rolled her eyes when her captor only snorted and eyed her up and down with sheer skepticism. "BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH!" She added, going right back to indignant yelling. "A normal human woman! I bleed, I bruise, I have tits and all the working parts, DAMN IT!" She continued to rage. "NOW LET ME GO YOU SAD SORRY SACK OF SHIT!"
"Nice alliteration," Trunks grunted. He waited several moments and when she didn't resume screaming at him, he assumed she was out of steam for the moment. "All done, android?"
"Stop. Calling. ME. THAT! My name is Usagi! USAGI, DAMN YOU! I'm Sailor Moon, Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom of old, I'm not some hunk of metal! I'm flesh and blood, just like you!"
"Whatever, android. Just tell me where the others are hiding and I'll kill you quickly," he replied coldly.
"Us. A. Gi. Say it with me, dirtbag. Us. A. Gi."
"If I say your fucking name, will you just give me the info I want?" He growled impatiently.
"Uh… no. Because I don't know where they are, asshole!" She retorted, her voice getting louder with every word. Usagi jumped when she suddenly felt cold steel pressed to her throat and she went as still as a statue. "You can kill me, but know that you'll have the blood of a human woman on your hands," she whispered softly, blinking away a rush of tears. "How can you be so cruel? Rei-chan and I haven't done anything wrong… we honestly thought that Sixteen was human… he was so kind. And honestly? I'm glad he got away from you. I don't think he has a mean bolt in his body," she finished with a sniffle. "If you're going to kill me, just do it," she sighed in defeat.
Trunks just stared at her in utter disbelief. She was… crying. And androids couldn't cry. But then again… androids didn't sit out in the woods and play with fuzzy brown squirrels, either. Maybe this was a new model that Gero had developed? One that looked and acted more human? "You say you're not a machine."
"I'm not," she confirmed, loathe to show the hope welling up in her eyes. She flinched when she felt his forefinger trailing up her cheek, and watched in confusion when he lifted a tear from her skin and touched it to the tip of his tongue. "What are you doing?"
"Tastes like a normal tear," he muttered to himself. "Androids can't cry," he explained. "But androids normally don't play with the local wildlife, either."
"True. But Sixteen is special, I think. He doesn't want to fight. Honestly, I think when they made him they screwed it up or something," Usagi mused aloud, calming down now that the sword was put away and her captor seemed to be studying her a little less coldly. "Look…" She continued. "I don't know how else to prove that I'm human. Name it, ok? I just want to get out of here and go back into hiding with Rei-chan," she sighed wearily. "What other differences are there between them and us?"
Trunks racked his brain on that, thoroughly amazed that he hadn't thought of that before. "Well… they don't cry. They don't feel pain or pleasure, but they do bleed. And they don't have—"
"What?" Usagi asked when he quickly turned crimson. "What don't they have?"
"We killed a female android a few months ago. And everything… um. You know. Below the waist? It was for show."
It was clear that Usagi got his point when her eyes glanced down her own body towards her thighs and she blushed lightly. "Well… um… I mean… if it gets me out of here… I guess you can… um… look."
"No," Trunks huffed, suddenly all business once more. "It won't mean a thing if you're some new model. But…" He shook his head lightly and folded his arms over his chest as he thought about it seriously. "…it would have been dumb to make an android that would be hampered by something like feeling anything physically. Pain slows you down in a fight, you know."
"So… so you're going to… hurt me?" Usagi whispered fearfully, her lower lip trembling as she felt more tears coming to the surface.
"No," he snorted, "pain can be faked, I know that all too well." Trunks stepped a little closer and blushed again, in total disbelief of what he was about to do. But… he'd killed for the cause, hadn't he? This was a lot more preferable to killing, certainly, and it would prove for sure if she was a human. Suck it up Trunks. This is part of the job. Bizarre, yes, and very unexpected, but it's part of the damned job.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She rasped, her mouth suddenly very dry. His stare was no less intense, but it was suddenly predatory, when before it had been full of malice and hate. Now it looked like he was stalking his prey. "Trunks…?"
"You're willing to prove you're human?" He breathed in her ear as he closed the gap between them.
"Um… sure? W—What did you have in m—mind?" She stammered nervously.
"Pleasure," he purred, brushing the tip of his nose down her throat. "Pain can be faked, but I'll be able to smell the hormones you release when you come… if you can come. It's not possible to fake one with a Saiyan warrior, we can tell the difference."
When Trunks pulled away a little, he found her face beet red, her blue eyes wide and a little fearful. "B—B—But—but I've—I've never—"
"It's the only way you're getting out of here, android—er… Usagi," he corrected himself. "That's the deal. You let me prove that you're human, or… or I don't what," he admitted grudgingly. He didn't want to kill her, that was for sure. When he'd sniffed her neck it had brought his beast to the surface, something that hadn't happened in over a year with a woman. That alone nearly had him convinced that she was the real deal… nearly.
"Fine," she whimpered, sagging in her bonds. "Just… just do whatever it is and get it over with… just… please just don't… you know."
"Kill you?"
"No… um… you see, my boyfriend, Mamoru? He died five years ago in the attacks, and well… there haven't exactly been a lot of men around to lose my virginity to," she added bitterly.
Trunks found himself smirking with a touch of irony. "And you'd protest losing it to me?"
"Considering that I'm tied up and you've threatened my life… um, let me think!? YES!"
"Well, let me put it simply for you, Usagi. If I smell your pheromones, my beast—my inner Saiyan—is likely going to rear its ugly head and want some relief as well. That's just how he operates… in fact, your scent's already setting him off, which leads me to believe that you're human, since he's rarely wrong. But he has been wrong before, so I need to be sure. So… here's the deal," he continued as he locked eyes with her. "I test your ability to feel pleasure, and once I'm positive that you're human…" He nodded towards the twin bed in the corner. "…I untie you and we get serious. It'll only hurt at first; you're not the first virgin I've made love to. After the initial pain, I promise you that I'll do everything I can to make it an enjoyable experience. That is, of course, if you are human."
A bit of dark humor crept into Usagi's mind and she simply couldn't help herself. "But what if… like, you suck or something and can't make me come?"
"Are you seriously impugning the virility of a Saiyan prince?" He sputtered. If Bulma had been present, she would have laughed her ass off at how much her son sounded just like his father.
In any other circumstance, Usagi would have been peeing herself laughing, but the fact that she was tied tightly and he was already unbuttoning her blouse while he grumbled in another language had her more than a little intimidated. "Hey! I didn't agree to anything! Hands off the goods, damn it!" She started to struggle a little when the fabric concealing her breasts parted, but she couldn't move so much as an inch; the ropes had been tied very, very well.
"I have to say, Usagi…" Trunks whispered softly, "…those tits are too damned perfect to be real. I'm almost convinced you're an android."
"YOU ASSHOLE! OF COURSE THEY'RE REAL! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Then he smirked and she could see the amusement in his eyes, and she sputtered indignantly, turning her nose up in the air. "Asshole."
"You deserved it for implying that I'm incapable of giving a woman pleasure," he replied smugly. When she blatantly refused to look at him again, her mouth set in a hard line, Trunks slid a battle-worn hand up her flank to gently cup a single, perky mound, thumbing the nipple into a hard little peak. He heard her gasp, but when she didn't say anything, he knew she was just being stubborn. "Oh, yeah… they're real," he breathed as he leaned forward to take the little pink nub between his teeth and suck.
Trunks heard a little whimper escape her lips as his hand teased her other breast while he continued to suckle her gently, her breathing growing ragged and heavy. "Real and perfect," he purred, turning his face to give the other his attention.
"O—Ok… that feels… I mean, that'll prove it, right?" Usagi asked breathlessly. Apparently not; her answer came as she felt his hand slide down to push up her skirt, and he didn't waste any time pushing her underwear to the side and dipping his fingers between her folds. "Holy! Trunks! That's a little fast, don't you think!?"
"I thought you'd want to get it over with," he rumbled as he trailed his lips slowly over her throat. "And I have to admit, Usagi… I'm in a hurry to untie you. So just hold still and come for me."
"R—Rei… she tried to do this one night, but… Trunks, I'm serious," Usagi whimpered, suddenly very afraid of what would happen if he couldn't succeed in getting her off. "W—what if I can't?"
"Kot'tor," he breathed in Saiyan as his beast began to take control.
"Huh?" she grunted blankly.
"Relax," he translated as he decided she was sufficiently wet. He stopped teasing her entrance then and slid his fingers upwards to gently stroke her clit, and blinked in surprise when his chest began to vibrate and a strange sound emerged. Was he… purring? His mother had told him of such a phenomena occurring with his father when Vegeta had been extremely content or… well, aroused. But he'd never heard it from his own body before.
His beast really wanted her, he was completely convinced that that was it. It had to be; he'd never made that deep, seductive sound for a woman before, and while he wasn't a whore, he certainly wasn't inexperienced. She'd said she was a princess… and he was a prince. Maybe that was it. Maybe his royal blood was drawing him in.
Trunks was broken out of this inner monologue by the sound of a soft moan, and he found himself captivated when he focused on her face. Those gorgeous blue eyes were smoky and half-closed, her lips parted as she panted for air, and her skin flushed and sweaty down to her breasts as he slowly drew his fingers back and forth, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. "That's it, Usagi… I can sense it… you're very close. How does it feel, beautiful?" He whispered against her lips, his mouth just short of touching hers.
"Please kiss me," she whimpered, wishing she could move an inch of her body so she could rock her hips in time with his hand. "Kami… feels so good…"
"No, my little goddess… you could bite me. Prove you're human, first. I'll kiss you when you're coming."
Past the point of protesting, Usagi gave a little nod as another moan escaped her. She'd been fighting the urge to make any noise for several minutes while he'd seemed deep in thought, but that first quiet sound had erupted from her throat unbidden as he'd gently coaxed a fire to grow in her lower belly. And now it was growing bigger, flooding her veins, and— "Oh my God!" She gasped, her hips bucking against the ropes as she stiffened and her mind went deliriously blank with sheer bliss. Usagi opened her mouth to yell as the sensation intensified, but the sound was captured by a pair of soft lips crashing into hers and devouring her passionately, a warm, wet tongue sliding inside to tangle with hers.
"You smell so damned good," Trunks growled, riding out her climax with one hand as he snapped the ropes binding her with the other. "I can't wait to make you come again, goddess." Knowing how numb her limbs would be from standing there tied up for two hours, Trunks caught her before she fell and scooped her into his arms.
Still coming down from the intense rapture of her first orgasm, Usagi looked up at the warrior cradling her to his chest as he gently placed her on the bed and began to remove the rest of her clothing. It wasn't until his sword hit the cement floor beside the bed with a thunk, followed by the whispering of shirt and pants joining it that she blinked and realized what was about to happen.
"Kot'tor," he murmured into her hair, bending his head to kiss her once more. There was no need for any foreplay to get him aroused, he was already hard and heavy and ready to take her. But since it was her first time with a man, he merely pressed the head of his cock against her opening as he continued to kiss her deeply, tilting his head to slip his tongue between her lips. "It won't hurt much," he assured her between kisses. "Just relax, Usagi. It'll feel good after a minute or two, I promise."
"But… but…" Usagi's protest was silenced by another kiss, coupled with a rocking of his hips, and she made a soft noise of alarm as she felt the thick head penetrate her.
"I can smell your arousal, goddess. You still want me." His beast increased the volume of his purring and he uttered another word in Saiyan when he felt her flex around him just slightly. "R'sha…"
"Huh?"
With a small shake of his head, Trunks refused to translate, floored that he'd uttered such a serious term of endearment among his father's people. His beast clearly wanted more than just sex, it seemed. "Kot'tor," he ordered her gently, stroking his fingertips down her throat as he nibbled and licked at her lips. "That's it," he sighed happily as he pressed forward, stopping the moment he felt the resistance of her virginity. "You're so warm, Usagi… you feel wonderful…" Like she was made for him, in fact.
The princess of the moon was sinking back down into the haze of desire once more as he simply rested there and got her motor running again with some gentle touching and tender kissing. He was so gentle, so careful, that she simply couldn't believe that this was the same warrior that had been about to kill her less than fifteen minutes ago. And he wasn't merely taking her and slaking his lust as she'd thought he would do; he was being slow and soft, every word against her lips or in her ear sounding like a loving endearment.
Trunks moaned when he felt her just barely lift her hips in invitation and didn't wait for her to change her mind, shoving forward quickly to get the painful part of it over with fast. "I know, I know…" He sighed, kissing her comfortingly as her face and body tightened up in pain and she let out one sharp cry. "Kot'tor, r'sha… just relax… breathe for me, beloved," he crooned gently in her ear as he continued to push past even more tight, hot resistance with a few shallow thrusts. Finally, he was locked inside of her to the hilt, the scent of her tarnished innocence in his nose and the taste of salt on his lips as he kissed away a few tears. "It's ok, Usagi… I'll hold still until the pain fades, I promise."
She managed a quick nod as she tried not to focus on the feeling of being stretched more than seemed possible. It felt like she'd been speared or stabbed, or any other metaphor that a virgin usually thinks of when she finally takes the plunge, but behind it there was a curious warmth that told her it wouldn't be like this in a few minutes.
"R'sha… I can…" Trunks moaned a little as he felt his beast crashing through his mental barriers and fought to remain in control. No, I don't want to hurt her, damn it! Calm down and wait! "I can make it not hurt if you want." He was losing control despite his efforts to cage the beast, and Trunks swallowed hard as his inner Saiyan forced his head down. The prince trembled when his lips curled back completely against his will, his sharp canines lengthening a little as his inner Saiyan raked them over her shoulder. "Dear gods… what the fuck is wrong with me?" He groaned.
Simply confused, Usagi just watched him curiously. "You're going to bite me? How will that make it not hurt?"
"I know… it's crazy to ask, but… just trust me, Usagi… please… my inner beast…"
Huh. Well, he wasn't human either, just like her, so maybe this was how his people made it feel good for a woman during sex? It seemed downright retarded to argue about a little bite when his cock was already buried between her thighs. "If… if it won't hurt…"
Before she could utter another word, there was a flash of raw pleasure shooting through her and she was moaning softly in reaction, tightening around him and digging her nails into his shoulders. "Trunks?" She whimpered when he began to suck at the bite wound gently, sending even more pleasure coursing through her as he carefully flexed his hips once. "Dear God, Trunks… that… that feels…so good…"
Usagi felt him nod against her shoulder and he gave her one more test thrust, waiting to hear her approval before beginning a very easy and gentle rhythm meant solely for her pleasure. "Why didn't you do that right away?" She murmured against his chest as she felt that fire building between her thighs once more.
"Makes you mine," he moaned in response, still lapping at the blood on her shoulder. "Dunno why, but… Want you, Usagi… all of you… no," he added hoarsely, when he sensed through the brand-new mating bond that she was about to protest and ask what in the hell he meant by 'mine.' "Later… not now, r'sha… focus on coming, because I don't know if I'll last much longer…"
"Kay," Usagi whimpered helplessly, unable to focus past the tsunami of pleasure beginning to crash through her. "You feel so good, Trunks…" She felt the fire spreading through her veins once more and let out a low moan as she clutched at him tightly. "Don't stop—please—"
One firm thrust sent her tumbling over the edge and straight into nirvana as she cried out and he echoed the sound with a shout that rang through the basement, his arms shaking as her body milked his cock dry and he finally collapsed on top of her, fully spent. "M'yo," he groaned into her shoulder as he nipped at it.
Usagi heard the translation in her head and froze. "I can hear your thoughts," she gasped in horror. "What the hell?"
"R'sha m'yo…"
My beloved. Apparently 'mine' was the same as 'my,' the word simply denoted male possession. "Ok, the language lesson in my head is interesting," she said wearily, "but what in the hell just happened? You were going to kill me. Now I'm like, your girlfriend or something?"
"Yes, since you haven't bitten me back," he sighed, rolling to his side and pulling her tightly to him as he purred comfort in reaction to feeling how upset she was quickly becoming. "If you bite me in return, it makes us mates for life… and for the record, a Saiyan warrior doesn't just randomly bite a woman. My beast wanted you and I couldn't stop him."
Just as Usagi was about to let fly a scathing remark, Trunks growled loudly just as someone knocked at the door. "WHAT!?" He barked out.
"I heard some yelling," a woman's muffled voice answered. "I was making sure that the android didn't get loose and hurt you or anything, honey."
Trunks relaxed and chuckled softly into Usagi's unbound golden hair at that. "I was making sure she was human," he finally replied.
"Trunks… honey? If you suspected she was human… why didn't you just bring her upstairs for an x-ray?" If Bulma could have seen the look that Usagi was giving her son, she would have been in stitches. "Bring her up for supper and apologize until you're blue in the face, young man! I'll go tell Gohan to let the other girl go, too! You should both be ashamed of yourselves, picking on innocent human girls!"
"X-ray…?" Usagi whispered dangerously, bristling as she curled her fists.
"Um… sorry?"
R&R and I MIGHT be inspired to write part two!