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A/N: There's some lemon (nothing serious) in this chapter. I really wasn't expecting it to happen so soon, but oh well. If the lemon bothers anyone then just skip from "###" to the line break.

"What's the planet we're suppose to head to?" Eighteen called out, her voice almost toneless.

Raditz spared her a glance. As soon as they had got inside the small ship, he had placed her on one of the small beds in the only room the small ship contained. She had stayed in there for about an hour, before he heard the water in the washroom running, and he assumed that she was taking a shower, which lasted for a while (approximately an hour), but he honestly couldn't blame her. Then, she had came around inside the the control room about half an hour later, and sat down on one of two small chairs; he was sitting on the other chair.

On the outside, she appeared to be just fine, but he knew better. She was just playing one hell of a poker face right now. He just knew she had to be experiencing even more turmoil than before.

"Some Planet called Aroin." He finally responded.

Eighteen raised an eyebrow. "How long is suppose to take to get there?"

"72 hours; 70 and half more hours left."

EIghteen didn't waste any time on asking whether or not Frieza gave any further details on the mission; Frieza never gave them any further details other than the name of the planet, and how long it'd take to get there, so she there was no point in even bothering to ask. Silence fell between the two Saiyans for a while, until Raditz broke it with a sigh.

"Are you alright?" He asked bluntly.

Eighteen looked at him for a moment, her eyes narrowed ever-so-slighty, before rolling her and eyes and responding with an 'I don't know.'

"Care to talk about it, then?"

"What's there to talk about?" She snapped. "You saw what happened today."

Raditz muttered an apology and said nothing more. She was right after all, but he wasn't just talking about that. He merely meant if she was alright period. Perhaps, he should have been more specific, but he wouldn't bother her about it any more. She was probably still sore about what happened.

"I'm sorry." Eighteen apologized, the word sounding foreign even to her. "I'm just not use to opening up to anyone but Seventeen. " She admitted quietly.

"It's no big deal." He replied with a shrug of the shoulders. He suddenly stood up, proceeding to leave the control room. "I'm going to clean up in the washroom. Then, I'm going to bed. "

As soon as Raditz entered the washroom, he stripped off his armor, heading over to the shower and running the water once he was finished. Afterwards, he set the water to his preferred temperature, and eased in, releasing a sigh as the hot, steamy water hit him, gliding down his perfectly sculpted body, and cleansing him from the dry blood that was on his skin.

Damn, this feels good.

After everything that took place today, he needed a shower. For some reason, showers just really seemed to have some type of weird soothing effect on him. Though, out of all the things he could possibly think about, his thoughts drifted to Eighteen. If he had to be honest with himself, he has been thinking about her non-stop since she pecked him on the cheek, well, even before that happened, he has been thinking about her.

She was an enigma to him, and he had to admit that he liked that about her. They went from not knowing each other, to disliking each other, and then to becoming friends in a mere two weeks of time. It was odd. Truly odd. He had disliked that rude attitude of hers before, finding it damn near intolerable...now though, he sort of liked it.

And she was the main reason he found himself experiencing inner turmoil at times due to wanting nothing more than wanting to figure what everything meant - the feelings and emotions he felt rousing because of her - and wanting nothing more to get to the bottom of things.

But after today, after being forced to watch Zarbon force himself on her, he'd be damn near blind if he didn't realize that he had a thing for her. He had felt so many emotions rising: Anger, Hatred, Jealousy, Bloodlust...the list was endless it seemed. And though he wasn't certain just how far, or the depth of this 'thing' for her that he felt, he just knew that he wanted her.

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Raditz stepped out of the washroom in nothing but a towel hanging from his waist. He didn't see Eighteen in the control room, so she was probably asleep already. All he'd have to do is grab a change of clothes and change in the washroom and then he could go to bed.

Quietly, he entered the only bedroom the ship contained, and headed for the closet that was filled with male and female Saiyan attire, not even bothering to turn on the light - the light (most likely the stars) illuminating from the only and small window in the bedroom was enough. Just as he was about to open the closet, movement out of the corner of right eye caught his attention.

It was then that he noticed Eighteen was sitting upright on the bed - her feet hanging off the side that wasn't pushed up against he wall, touching the floor - staring at him intently, as if debating something.

He raised his eyebrow. "Don't worry. I'm not changing in here. I'm changing in the washroom."

When Eighteen said nothing, he shrugged and opened the door to get what he was looking for, plundering through the small closet.

"Raditz."

He paused, and looked over at Eighteen in curiosity, whom was blushing faintly, with clenched teeth, and fists clenching the bed sheets.

"Something wrong?" He questioned warily. He stilled as a familiar scent hit his nose, and he immediately knew what she wanted.

She was aroused.

He sighed as he halted what he was doing, and faced her. Damn, he didn't want to turn her down, but his mother would probably put him in the Regeneration Chambers if she ever found out. He shook his head. " You don't want to do this. You're just frustrated, and probably hit your breaking point today. You're probably going through a turmoil of emotions right now. " He reasoned.

"I know. " Eighteen answered. "You're right. But I can't stop thinking about what happened with Zarbon, and I - " Eighteen clenched her teeth, not sure what else to say. She wasn't good with this. She wasn't good at talking with people, and she wasn't used to opening up to anyone except Seventeen. She couldn't even get a grip on her feelings right now. She felt as if she was about to crack, and all of her emotions were just about to... She growled in annoyance. Seventeen always understood her, so she never really went through this -

"You just want to release your frustration, then?"

Eighteen nodded.

Raditz hesitated. "You sure you don't want to try sparring in the control room?"

"Sparring won't work. I've tried."

Raditz asked seriously. "You sure about this?" He wouldn't appreciate getting beaten within an inch of life when this was over.

Eighteen rolled her eyes, starting to get annoyed. "I'm sure."

Raditz smirked, and made a gesture with his hand for her to stand. She complied silently, and he walked towards her, placing his hands on either side of her waist when he reached her. He kissed her gently at first, before slowly picking up speed, seemingly testing the waters. Raditz broke the kiss, proceeding to nip at Eighteen's neck, his hands now leisurely roaming her body in the process.

Eighteen released a small moan as Raditz continued his ministrations, her fingers already tugging at the towel around his waist. Raditz felt his towel drop and pool around his ankles, but he paid it no mind, peeling off Eighteen's clothing teasingly.

Now, a minute or two later, that both were free of any clothing, Raditz maneuvered his way behind Eighteen and kissed the back of her neck, before trailing down her bare back with several more slow kisses until he reached the base of her tail.

He snaked his left arm around her waist, pulling her against his hard member, and then pressed his right hand against her back, bending her over just slightly before dragging his right hand down her back slowly, and then bringing it back up just as slow before cupping her right breast roughly.


Raditz stared at Eighteen in silence, not quite believing what occurred during their intimate encounter. They had accidentally marked each other, and to put it bluntly, they were mated now, basically inseparable until one or the other died. He honestly didn't know how to feel about that. He wasn't in love with her, like he stated previously, he just had a thing for her, and whether or not, that was what Eighteen felt he wasn't sure. He felt a swirl of emotions from her end, and he couldn't really identify them. But he saw all of her memories, and she saw all of his memories.

Raditz could tell that she hadn't liked that.

At all.

She obviously had trust issues, and strict limitations, but perhaps they could discuss it sometime before they reached the planet they were suppose to purge.

Raditz sighed, and shook his head. Mating with a woman I don't love and vice versa...Mother's going to beat the hell out of me for this one.