Dragon Ball Z is Property of Akira Toriyama. The idea for this story was mine alone, all characters belong to the before stated person. Enjoy!
Revenge
You're not this type of woman, you realize that as he slips your sleeves down your arms. What are you doing? The thought runs into your mind like a cold rain. You eyes close as his horrible teeth nip at your neck. Why don't you stop him.
"No."
Where you saying this to him or to yourself?
"No?"
His words made you shudder in hatred.
"No, not here."
You forced the sentence out like it was a medicine, terrible, sticky and thick. You watched as he sat away from you, his sigh made you relax. But it was short lived. He picked you up in one swift move, your breath caught in your throat.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you somewhere where all I hear is the word yes."
You felt sick to your stomach. Who are you? Why the hell are you doing this? The questions bombed your mind, forcing you to answer. Revenge.
The small voice in your mind began to laugh at you. What does a woman know of revenge? She has so much more to lose. You pushed the voice away as he threw you unceremoniously onto his bed.
"Now where were we?"
You forced a smile across your blood red lips. Another ruse, the black lace, the strong perfume, red lipstick; all applied in hopes of luring his weak soul into your grasp. It had worked.
He made short work of your dress, his hands fumbling on the corsets strings while you took a lazy pace in undoing his britches. As if to tell you to hurry, he stripped himself down for you. Why are you doing this again?
"Relax my dear, you should enjoy this as much as I will." His gruff voice whispered into your ear. You gritted your teeth as the passion began. You felt nothing. You felt nothing when he kissed your neck, you felt nothing when he stroked your legs. You felt nothing when he finally moved inside you. Your mind was elsewhere. Revenge.
He had deserved this, hadn't he been the one to start this game of jealousy. He made sure you saw him, he made sure you knew, the look on his face told you that you had meant nothing to him. Why did you feel guilty? Had he felt guilty afterward?
"No."
Your voice whispered out again. The man on top of you stopped and looked down into your eyes.
"What?"
You looked at him, you mouth opened slightly, a rush of different feelings twirled in your body. Was it love? No surely not, just your body reacting to the sensations.
"I'm sorry."
He searched your face again, his dark hair mixing with your blue hair. It made a strange impression in your mind. Was purity tainted now? Of course it was.
"You're a silly woman, he could never have appreciated that like I do."
You smirked. You knew of whom he spoke. Silly woman? What was that supposed to mean?
"Shall we?"
He asked as he rotated his hips on yours causing the sensations to begin again. You nodded, what made you nod you will never know.
The act continued, the minutes passed quickly, too quickly before you couldn't stand ignoring the sensations in your body. Letting go you allowed yourself to succumb to them. Stupid. You told yourself.
His moans and yours combined in the darkness of his room. Your body shaking as you both peaked. The feeling was sickening. You whore. Your mind screamed at you as he pulled himself free and lay exhausted on the bed near you.
The cold of the air around you made you shiver more violently. Your mind swam with emotion. Breathing you smiled to yourself. You could feel the evil taking over your senses. You had gotten what you wanted. Revenge. For all those nights of him coming home with the smell of other women on his body. Revenge for that night you caught him. Revenge felt good. If you were going to regret it, let it be in the morning.