Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any character in this fic (except Satara and Tatami which are my own creations...)
This is the first fic I've ever written so please be gentle with the reviews!
Rated R for some bad language
Lovely Fate
Chapter One
A breeze brushed over my black hair, making me shiver and wince as the whip slapped over my bruised body.
"Cry, bitch!" the guards leered and stood over me, kicking every often, but I didn't care anymore. The pain washed over me but to my surprise, it didn't have any effect. The dull sound of their laughter echoed on as I drifted off to an uneasy sleep, dreaming of when my king was there, and when I once thought love lasted forever...
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"Haha!!" I laughed joyfully as my mate and I and ran through the flowers. "You'll never catch me!" But I guess those were famous last words as Tatami pinned me down and pressed himself on me...I sighed and looked longingly in his eyes, adoring every crevice, line, and ridge on his face. "Oh Satara!You're so beautiful..." I looked at him some more and no longer could I hold back. I pressed my lips to his but flinched as his powerful hands cupped my face, bringing me closer to his face.
Baka! What are you thinking??! That thought immediately ran through my mind. But I love him!...So why do I feel as if something's wrong? Tatami's my mate, the soul I'm supposed to be with for the rest of life! So why can't I get HIS face out of my mind?
As if to prove my self, to well, my self, I pushed my lips deep on his, ignoring Tatami's surprised gasp and forced my tongue into his mouth and I gently bit his bottom lip as I pulled away. I looked searchingly into his eyes, almost hoping to find rejection.
What am I saying??? Rejection?? But I love him with all my heart! Or do I?
Flashback
As I wiped the sweat from my brow, I felt someone looking at me, staring and exploring every detail. My face flushed in flames as I turned around and saw that it was King Vegita who had been looking at me. Surprised, I looked down and stared at my tattered clothes, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. I was barely covered in my torn fighting suit, lined with the dry blood of my unfortunate victims.
I licked my lips and knelt down, noticing a small straw doll lying next to a fallen woman. Suddenly, a warm hand landed on my shoulder and adrenaline rushed through my body. I turned around and looked into hard dark eyes, sucking me in with it's depth.
"Yes, my Lord?"
Hey guys, did u like that? well, whatever u say I'm continuing it...
