Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z and I make no money off of writing fanfiction based on it. So you can't sue me even in your dreams.
This fic came to me a few minutes ago and I will be gradually following up on this as this is the most interesting idea I've had all week. This is one of those fics where you'll have to guess the pairing until I tell you what they are. Anyway, please enjoy it.
All is fair in love and war.
Chapter one- Pain.
Something in him told him what he was seeing was only a visual proof of what he already knew. Something wasn't right from the day he came back from Otherworld. Maybe before? Was it…before? How long? And…why? Wasn't he…..
His wife, the woman he loved, the woman who tricked her into marrying him and gave him two beautiful sons, she was….why? What was she doing? No. He knew what she was doing but….
What was she doing?
Didn't she know? Didn't she know how much he loved her, how he would do anything for her? That he had risked and gave up his life for her? What the hell was she doing? On her back, with…someone, he didn't know who, on top of her doing…what? What the--- He couldn't believe it. No, wait, he could believe it but he didn't want to believe it.
Were things like this supposed to happen to the savior of Earth? Did he somehow…deserve this? But why? What did he do so wrong to warrant this kind of punishment? What was his wife doing, in that bed, to that man, that she would never do to him? She was always so frigid and frugal with him, but….this man, she was giving everything she never gave to him to…this…human.
Why?
As he stood by the doorway, not daring to take a step in, he watched with a long, dark stare at the two on their bed, sharing what she shouldn't have been sharing with anyone else but him.
This…no, she was such a…
He shook his head and stayed where he was. He would wait until they finished, and leave. Yes, he would watch their every move, every rise of her chest, every pump of his hips. He would watch. His wife screamed loudly, wantonly, like she never had before, not in pain. Pleasure. This man, whoever he was, was pleasing his wife in their bed.
Didn't she know? Didn't she care? Apparently, she didn't, not in the least if she could ever consider doing something like this.
He wanted to scream, ask her why, beg her to stop, make that man leave, but instead he watched and waited. Until they were finished.
She huffed and fell back, breathing raggedly, the unidentified man on top of her collapsed at her side, smiling, satisfied. He was done watching. Now it was time to leave, act like he had never been here, like he didn't see. But he did see, he was aware of what she was not.
So he turned silently and walked out of the room, leaving the door opened as it was. The two lovers never knew he was there, watching.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
I know this was short but this is the beginning and I always start my beginnings short.