AN: I don't own DBZ. Lemon warning...
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Sweat had already moistened his long waist length hair. He entered the room and one of his comrades turned toward him with frightened eyes.
"Tell me what we got, Romo." Trunks said moving up the monitor. He saw that Romo had the cameras already locked onto the flying Android.
It still looked like Seventeen, but there was something radically different. His body had taken on a more muscular frame and he was much taller than Trunks could remember. His eyes still held a hate for humans.
Trunks turned when he heard the door opening. In walked Noeme, her hands clasped at her bosom.
"It is ok, for now. It doesn't look like he is stopping anytime soon. It looks like he is just passing by. At least I hope so." Said Romo.
"That is what you are hiding from?" She asked as she pointed. Trunks didn't look at her when he spoke.
"That thing and his supposed sister has killed and destroyed more lives than you can imagine. They have managed to kill my full blooded Saiyajin father and many other great fighters, my friends." Trunks did not want to go into detail about Gohan and his untimely death.
He activated the power counter. Numbers popped up and Trunks growled in anger as his fist slammed onto the table. Noeme stepped back, frightened of his outburst.
"This can't be happening…" Trunks said as his voice trembled. The power of this new Android far exceeded his own, almost like that of Cell. Trunks suppressed a wave of nausea and sat at the keyboard. He berated himself for not killing them when he had the chance.
He sent out a spy cam to follow the Android wherever it went. He wanted to keep it under close observation at all times. Why had the Android taken three years to show up?
Soon the alarms died down and the Android left the area. Trunks exhaled the breath he had been holding. He enabled the data feeder to record everything and powered up the detection sensors. He sent word to the civilians that power levels would drop and to regulate the consumption of resources. He picked up the com mic and switched on every audio export. His voice echoed throughout the entire refugee base.
"We are to begin the Emergency Protocol by 0400 hours today. Lockdown will begin immediately afterwards. No one is to go to the surface and no one will be let in after 0430." Trunks put down the mic and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He breathed deeply and stood, his shoulders hunched and slacked. As if someone had cut the strings the held him up.
"Trunks?" Noeme said her heart racing. She finally understood what caused the fear in his eyes. He faced a very real threat. Something he knew he could not beat, or protect his fellow man from. Just as her mother probably felt when she saw that her people were going to die.
"At least I know the sensors work…" He said before he collapsed on the floor. He was unconscious before his head made a sickening thud against the ground. Romo turned around in his chair.
"Trunks!" Noeme raced up to him and pulled him over onto his back. He looked as though he was just sleeping.
Romo stood up and rushed to Noeme's side. Noeme, wanted to scream hysterically, Trunks was out and he couldn't protect her. She was alone with this man. She watched him intently as he felt for Trunk's pulse. She ready herself to fend him off, should he try anything to hurt Trunks. Instead, Romo just shook his head and chuckled.
"Don't worry, he is just sleeping. He has broken his limits." He pulled Trunks up into his arms, motioning with his head, for Noeme to help him. She pulled her arms underneath his back and hoisted him up along with Romo.
"Kami, Trunks…this is the fifth time…" As they lifted him off the ground his arms and head dangled loosely and his long lavender hair swept against the ground.
"He has done this before?" She asked while she followed Romo's lead down the hall, to Trunks' room. This was the same hall her room was on.
"Yeah, he never stops to take care of himself, even when we tell him too. Hell, I haven't seen him sleep in almost a week. He was always in the monitor room or the lab room." He kicked open the door to Trunk's room and with Noeme's help laid him on the bed. Trunks didn't stir as they removed his shirt and shoes.
"He is really sleeping hard." Noeme said when she noticed that his head was in an awkward position but did not disturb his slumber. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and moved his head to a more comfortable position. Romo pulled covers over him.
"I suppose you will be wanting to stay here then?" Noeme nodded.
"I want to watch him."
"Don't worry so much, he will be up in two hours or so. Maybe you can convince him to sleep more when he does wake up." Romo said as he turned out the light and began to leave the room. "In the meantime, I will be watching for the Android."
"Ok…"
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I was surprised to find that I had just had conversation with another human, other than Trunks. It was interesting. Were they all so kind? Or did I still need to be wary of the others?
I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. I watched his face and longed to touch it again, feel his skin and help relax his ridged and tense features.
Even in sleep, he was in fear. What happened to cause fear in such a strong man? A powerful Saiyajin, no less. His brows creased and he moaned slightly.
He was dreaming…Dare I take a look? Since, I had come here and I befriended Trunks, I learned that he had such a terrible pain inside him. His first touch had been painful and shook my very soul. The touches thereafter were heartbreaking and sad.
"Gohan…"
I heard him say softly, whimpering as he did so. He was crying but only in his dream. I stood up and leaned over his form, watching his brows knit even tighter. Just because I had the ability to see into his private thoughts, did that give me the right to do so?
I saw him take a deep breath and his features began to relax. Good. I touched his warm face and was relieved to see that he was thinking and feeling nothing. He was at absolute rest.
I traced his cheek bones lightly down to his chin. As I did so, a warm feeling, filling my heart. It was the same feeling I felt when I was still in my pod, and I had felt a certain kinship as I approached the Earth. It was happiness and joy, like I had found something I had been searching for.
Then I felt a furious need to protect him, to nurture him. To repay him for the many kindnesses he has shown me. His lips felt soft against my finger tips and I wondered why I felt a need to press my own lips to his. I knew what a kiss was but it was so briefly described to me during my travel here. It must be a sacred custom. Not to be done so lightly.
I leaned over and laid my head on his chest, still looking up at him and touching his face. I sighed contently, feeling safe just being near him. I closed my eyes. Lulled by his rising and falling chest.
Was I really so tired? Didn't Trunks just tell me I was much stronger?
I lifted my head and looked up at him again. I was surprised to see that he was awake and looking at me. I jerked up, afraid that he would be angry with me. Instead, he caught my arm and pulled me back down against him.
"Don't leave. You're so warm…"
I felt his arms round my back and pull me up. The next thing I knew, I was laying down beside him. For some reason I wasn't scared. Perhaps because his touch did not bring along sad memories. Instead, it was just warm and gentle.
I could feel him touch my face in the darkness. His fingertips drawing lines along my cheeks and chin, just as I was doing to him earlier. My face began to get warm, as if his finger was leaving trails of fire. It didn't hurt, but caused my heart to leap from beat to beat.
I felt something warm rush passed my face and realized that it was his breath. He was just inches from my own head. His fingers began to trace my lips and then his hand caressed my cheek. Just as his fingertips touched my neck, I felt his lips press into mine.
My body began to shiver uncontrollably. What was this magic he played on me? I was overcome by a swift feeling, like I was falling, but knew I was never going to hit the bottom.
"Y-You kissed me…" I said, when he pulled away.
"Yes, I did." He gathered strands of my hair and began to comb through them. It sent tremors down my entire being. He sat up slightly and his face hovered over mine for a moment before he began to kiss me again. When he pulled away, his lips and teeth traced my jaw then my neck. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.
Trunks moved even further over me, then lent his weight upon me. I felt his hands pressing gently into my sides and sliding their way down to my thighs. His knee suddenly occupied the emptiness between my legs and pressed up against the part that had been aching. Again, my breath forced another sigh to passed my lips.
Then his hands rounded my back once again and I could feel him untie my smock. Alarm numbly rang through my mind. There was something about being naked… Something he was supposed to tell me. It was wrong to be naked in front of him, wasn't it?
Soon my smock was thrown to the floor. I was now naked in front of him. He didn't seem to mind this time. Maybe he didn't find me so repulsive after all.
Even though it was dark I could still see everything. I saw Trunks lean back on his side and fumble with the catch that held his pants together and on his hips. Soon they were off as well and he was again laying upon me with his knee between my legs.
I couldn't help the nagging feeling of alarm. I was remembering something. Something important. Earth customs. Kissing, embrace, female and male, mating, reproduction…
Trunks was trying to mate with me!
This wasn't right! He was playing with my body as though he had right to. Just because I was a female!
I pushed Trunks away from me and I could see his perplexed expression.
"What's wrong, Noeme?" The question was so hard to answer.
"What are you doing? What is this?"
Trunks rolled off me and took a deep breath. He touched my face and traced his fingers down my nakedness, all the way down to the junction of my legs. I could not ignore the heat that engulfed my body. I choked back another cry. It felt so good.
"Noeme, it is obvious, isn't it? You know damn well what I am doing. You are of flesh and blood, and you are a woman. This sort of thing never needs an explanation. Call it instinct…" I felt one of his fingers press inside of me. THAT PLACE! I inhaled sharply as liquid fire sprang forth and burned throughout my entire body.
"Trunks!!!"
I was startled to see that I was still sitting in my chair with my head on his chest. I sat up moving away from Trunks only to realize he was awake and watching me. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he was dreaming the dream right along with me.
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AN: Ok, confused? Don't be, it is for a reason. I will explain in better detail later... ; ) Like I had mentioned earlier, this is going to be a loooong fanfiction.
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Sweat had already moistened his long waist length hair. He entered the room and one of his comrades turned toward him with frightened eyes.
"Tell me what we got, Romo." Trunks said moving up the monitor. He saw that Romo had the cameras already locked onto the flying Android.
It still looked like Seventeen, but there was something radically different. His body had taken on a more muscular frame and he was much taller than Trunks could remember. His eyes still held a hate for humans.
Trunks turned when he heard the door opening. In walked Noeme, her hands clasped at her bosom.
"It is ok, for now. It doesn't look like he is stopping anytime soon. It looks like he is just passing by. At least I hope so." Said Romo.
"That is what you are hiding from?" She asked as she pointed. Trunks didn't look at her when he spoke.
"That thing and his supposed sister has killed and destroyed more lives than you can imagine. They have managed to kill my full blooded Saiyajin father and many other great fighters, my friends." Trunks did not want to go into detail about Gohan and his untimely death.
He activated the power counter. Numbers popped up and Trunks growled in anger as his fist slammed onto the table. Noeme stepped back, frightened of his outburst.
"This can't be happening…" Trunks said as his voice trembled. The power of this new Android far exceeded his own, almost like that of Cell. Trunks suppressed a wave of nausea and sat at the keyboard. He berated himself for not killing them when he had the chance.
He sent out a spy cam to follow the Android wherever it went. He wanted to keep it under close observation at all times. Why had the Android taken three years to show up?
Soon the alarms died down and the Android left the area. Trunks exhaled the breath he had been holding. He enabled the data feeder to record everything and powered up the detection sensors. He sent word to the civilians that power levels would drop and to regulate the consumption of resources. He picked up the com mic and switched on every audio export. His voice echoed throughout the entire refugee base.
"We are to begin the Emergency Protocol by 0400 hours today. Lockdown will begin immediately afterwards. No one is to go to the surface and no one will be let in after 0430." Trunks put down the mic and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He breathed deeply and stood, his shoulders hunched and slacked. As if someone had cut the strings the held him up.
"Trunks?" Noeme said her heart racing. She finally understood what caused the fear in his eyes. He faced a very real threat. Something he knew he could not beat, or protect his fellow man from. Just as her mother probably felt when she saw that her people were going to die.
"At least I know the sensors work…" He said before he collapsed on the floor. He was unconscious before his head made a sickening thud against the ground. Romo turned around in his chair.
"Trunks!" Noeme raced up to him and pulled him over onto his back. He looked as though he was just sleeping.
Romo stood up and rushed to Noeme's side. Noeme, wanted to scream hysterically, Trunks was out and he couldn't protect her. She was alone with this man. She watched him intently as he felt for Trunk's pulse. She ready herself to fend him off, should he try anything to hurt Trunks. Instead, Romo just shook his head and chuckled.
"Don't worry, he is just sleeping. He has broken his limits." He pulled Trunks up into his arms, motioning with his head, for Noeme to help him. She pulled her arms underneath his back and hoisted him up along with Romo.
"Kami, Trunks…this is the fifth time…" As they lifted him off the ground his arms and head dangled loosely and his long lavender hair swept against the ground.
"He has done this before?" She asked while she followed Romo's lead down the hall, to Trunks' room. This was the same hall her room was on.
"Yeah, he never stops to take care of himself, even when we tell him too. Hell, I haven't seen him sleep in almost a week. He was always in the monitor room or the lab room." He kicked open the door to Trunk's room and with Noeme's help laid him on the bed. Trunks didn't stir as they removed his shirt and shoes.
"He is really sleeping hard." Noeme said when she noticed that his head was in an awkward position but did not disturb his slumber. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and moved his head to a more comfortable position. Romo pulled covers over him.
"I suppose you will be wanting to stay here then?" Noeme nodded.
"I want to watch him."
"Don't worry so much, he will be up in two hours or so. Maybe you can convince him to sleep more when he does wake up." Romo said as he turned out the light and began to leave the room. "In the meantime, I will be watching for the Android."
"Ok…"
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I was surprised to find that I had just had conversation with another human, other than Trunks. It was interesting. Were they all so kind? Or did I still need to be wary of the others?
I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. I watched his face and longed to touch it again, feel his skin and help relax his ridged and tense features.
Even in sleep, he was in fear. What happened to cause fear in such a strong man? A powerful Saiyajin, no less. His brows creased and he moaned slightly.
He was dreaming…Dare I take a look? Since, I had come here and I befriended Trunks, I learned that he had such a terrible pain inside him. His first touch had been painful and shook my very soul. The touches thereafter were heartbreaking and sad.
"Gohan…"
I heard him say softly, whimpering as he did so. He was crying but only in his dream. I stood up and leaned over his form, watching his brows knit even tighter. Just because I had the ability to see into his private thoughts, did that give me the right to do so?
I saw him take a deep breath and his features began to relax. Good. I touched his warm face and was relieved to see that he was thinking and feeling nothing. He was at absolute rest.
I traced his cheek bones lightly down to his chin. As I did so, a warm feeling, filling my heart. It was the same feeling I felt when I was still in my pod, and I had felt a certain kinship as I approached the Earth. It was happiness and joy, like I had found something I had been searching for.
Then I felt a furious need to protect him, to nurture him. To repay him for the many kindnesses he has shown me. His lips felt soft against my finger tips and I wondered why I felt a need to press my own lips to his. I knew what a kiss was but it was so briefly described to me during my travel here. It must be a sacred custom. Not to be done so lightly.
I leaned over and laid my head on his chest, still looking up at him and touching his face. I sighed contently, feeling safe just being near him. I closed my eyes. Lulled by his rising and falling chest.
Was I really so tired? Didn't Trunks just tell me I was much stronger?
I lifted my head and looked up at him again. I was surprised to see that he was awake and looking at me. I jerked up, afraid that he would be angry with me. Instead, he caught my arm and pulled me back down against him.
"Don't leave. You're so warm…"
I felt his arms round my back and pull me up. The next thing I knew, I was laying down beside him. For some reason I wasn't scared. Perhaps because his touch did not bring along sad memories. Instead, it was just warm and gentle.
I could feel him touch my face in the darkness. His fingertips drawing lines along my cheeks and chin, just as I was doing to him earlier. My face began to get warm, as if his finger was leaving trails of fire. It didn't hurt, but caused my heart to leap from beat to beat.
I felt something warm rush passed my face and realized that it was his breath. He was just inches from my own head. His fingers began to trace my lips and then his hand caressed my cheek. Just as his fingertips touched my neck, I felt his lips press into mine.
My body began to shiver uncontrollably. What was this magic he played on me? I was overcome by a swift feeling, like I was falling, but knew I was never going to hit the bottom.
"Y-You kissed me…" I said, when he pulled away.
"Yes, I did." He gathered strands of my hair and began to comb through them. It sent tremors down my entire being. He sat up slightly and his face hovered over mine for a moment before he began to kiss me again. When he pulled away, his lips and teeth traced my jaw then my neck. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.
Trunks moved even further over me, then lent his weight upon me. I felt his hands pressing gently into my sides and sliding their way down to my thighs. His knee suddenly occupied the emptiness between my legs and pressed up against the part that had been aching. Again, my breath forced another sigh to passed my lips.
Then his hands rounded my back once again and I could feel him untie my smock. Alarm numbly rang through my mind. There was something about being naked… Something he was supposed to tell me. It was wrong to be naked in front of him, wasn't it?
Soon my smock was thrown to the floor. I was now naked in front of him. He didn't seem to mind this time. Maybe he didn't find me so repulsive after all.
Even though it was dark I could still see everything. I saw Trunks lean back on his side and fumble with the catch that held his pants together and on his hips. Soon they were off as well and he was again laying upon me with his knee between my legs.
I couldn't help the nagging feeling of alarm. I was remembering something. Something important. Earth customs. Kissing, embrace, female and male, mating, reproduction…
Trunks was trying to mate with me!
This wasn't right! He was playing with my body as though he had right to. Just because I was a female!
I pushed Trunks away from me and I could see his perplexed expression.
"What's wrong, Noeme?" The question was so hard to answer.
"What are you doing? What is this?"
Trunks rolled off me and took a deep breath. He touched my face and traced his fingers down my nakedness, all the way down to the junction of my legs. I could not ignore the heat that engulfed my body. I choked back another cry. It felt so good.
"Noeme, it is obvious, isn't it? You know damn well what I am doing. You are of flesh and blood, and you are a woman. This sort of thing never needs an explanation. Call it instinct…" I felt one of his fingers press inside of me. THAT PLACE! I inhaled sharply as liquid fire sprang forth and burned throughout my entire body.
"Trunks!!!"
I was startled to see that I was still sitting in my chair with my head on his chest. I sat up moving away from Trunks only to realize he was awake and watching me. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he was dreaming the dream right along with me.
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AN: Ok, confused? Don't be, it is for a reason. I will explain in better detail later... ; ) Like I had mentioned earlier, this is going to be a loooong fanfiction.
