Summary:

Let's pretend a female Saiyan exists on Earth: long dark hair, hot like hell and a rebel heart. She's been Goku's friend since infancy, but she doesn't fancy him (he's too dumb for her). What will happen when Raditz comes to Earth and reveal the true nature of their race?

Disclaimer:

I don't own DGZ, the plot, the characters, or anything related to the whole Dragon Ball saga.

R&R Comments:

Kids, beware. You've been warned.

Previously in Little Rebel…

Then, his tail coils up my thigh again, but it doesn't stop where it used to: it goes upwards until it begins to play with my wet cunt instead of his fingers. I let out a little moan. With his fingers, he plays with my clit for a bit. I gasp and moan, again. He is painfully good at it… and it's my fault, obviously.

"Good." He whispers.

I chuckle. He takes it with pride, so he goes on eagerly. After a few minutes, when I'm about to give in, I have this wild idea…

A very wild idea.

Chapter 10: A wild night and a new dawn

He didn't expect that to happen, of course.

I manage to push him from me – even though I love what he's doing to me -, and force him to lie down. Then, I sit on top of him as if I were Briseis in the Troy movie. In this position I can smell his powerful scent all the better and, God, believe me when I say I adore this maddening smell of old leather, coal and ashes…

"What the f-?!" He complains.

"Oh, you'd better save your breath for what's next…" I whisper devilishly as some locks of mine fall on either side of my face and onto my breasts.

He smiles at me and doesn't seem to object at all. So I proceed swiftly but smoothly like a R&B sweet love song.

I caress and kiss all his gorgeous body, from his ears to his belly button, from his eyes to his hands… I sense his whole body getting tense again, like before. I slow down the rhythm, feeling I can follow the relaxing sound of the water falling from the waterfall close to the cave. He lets out a little moan and, bearing in mind that he's refraining himself from giving me the pleasure of seeing him surrender, I understand this little moan as my first victorious battle in our little sexual war. I smirk at him and extend my delicious little torture time on him, a little bit longer, in this temple of love that we're in.

Every second I spend here with him makes me feel that these same stone walls and ceiling may just be glad to witness the ultimate token of love on Earth… And he may just be the god I've always secretly wished to worship.

I play with his huge arousal. I delicately caress the tip. He accidentally lets out a badly-supressed hissing noise. I don't stop. I rub it with great care at first. He starts to breathe hard and unevenly. Suddenly, his right hand is on mine, silently begging me to get to work already, as if this slow motion wasn't good enough. I smile at the thought and I do as he bids me, but at my own rhythm, of course. I'm not gonna give him the impression that he's in command of the situation!

I feel as if he's just like a piano: you just need to press the right key, one at a time… You've got to strike at the appropriate rhythm and pursue with practise until proficiency is achieved.

When I do speed a little bit, he seems eager about it. His legs feel as if they're on fire, and so is his torso. Then I suddenly come to a halt. He gasps. Then I smile and begin again, but I just caress very delicately the tip only, and he moans quite audibly. I chuckle a bit and go on where I really left it off. He lets out a series of little moans – and I definitely enjoy that. I really think I'm winning now!

Then, I stop again. Oh, yes, I have something in mind for you now! Right now, you're the canvas on which I'm creating the masterpiece of my life… And I'm about to finish it. So, when I kiss the tip, I think he's about to faint. When I lick it, I rejoice in the game of not letting him take over the situation. He knows. He gasps.

Needless to say, I keep up until I almost push him over the edge.

"Stop it, stop it, luv… Not yet." He says between gasps. "Just not yet."

I do as told, but wait for some seconds until I say:

"Told ya…" I say enjoying the pleasure of having won.

Then, he sits up and, to my surprise, hugs me tenderly. I shut up as I bury my face in his neck. His scent is overwhelming and… I feel that my nose regrets not enjoying this pleasure often enough.

"Wait and see, luv…" He whispers back to me.

His hands run downwards gently following my spine as a sweet path made of shiny golden paving stones, like in Oz. And when I realise I will soon be able to see what magic he can work on me, I think I'm starting to hear the enigmatic and anxious sound of playing drums in the back of my mind, as if the final countdown is nigh… The five fingers of his right hand, deliciously roaming down my back, feel like a magic and ancient drum circle; and each of his fingers is playing the melody of my life with an awe-striking mastery. I forget about time, about all the worries I've ever had to face in my life… His touch on my skin is working like a spell on me. I believe this is real love…

I've never felt so good in my life.

He makes me lie down and he caresses my whole body again, but he doesn't wait as long as I did. He's busy and I notice it. He desperately needs to proceed, so he places his fingers down below. The petals of my wet rose welcome him gladly and he pushes his forefinger into me, making me gasp and moan freely, with unrestrainable pleasure.

That's when I really realise I've been missing him… a lot. I'd be miserable without him. So miserable that the stars in the sky, so lonely and distant from one another, would never be able to outmatch my sadness and lonesomeness.

I grind my hips with every move he makes. I hear him silently complain and the next thing I know he introduces his manhood into my delicate and warm body. I gasp once and look at him. I can see my own refection in his eyes, now so close to mine that I fear we might melt into each other.

He kisses me with a calm, warm passion which seems to spring right from the beginning of time itself. He helps me to put both my legs on either side of his hips, then he hugs me as he thrusts into me with such a sweet, slow motion that I've never experienced before.

We both breathe unevenly and beads of sweat sail down our bodies… It reminds me of the way a collar made of pearls sweetly and silently breaks, and then these same pearls are jumping on the floor and they're scattering all over the place, hiding under tables and cupboards… like forgotten memories from your childhood once you're an adult. That's how I feel now…

As the sweetly thrusts into me, I feel the urge to get faster flourishing in me. I cling to his shoulders and I think he somehow understands me. As he speeds up progressively, I can't help but moaning a bit louder.

"Now tell me who's won, luv…" Raditz slowly whispers to me with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, no, mister…" I whisper back, between gasps, smirking as well. "I almost pushed you over the edge a few minutes ago…"

"And… now I am almost… pushing you… over the edge, luv." He whispers between gasps as he leans his forehead on mine.

"Yes…" I must admit that my mind is getting hazy. "And if you shut up, I swear I'll make it up to you…"

"How…?" He whispers, but I stop him putting my forefinger softly on his lips. And I smile at him and moan languidly, as if I couldn't take it anymore.

His thrusts have become more intense and I keep up with the rhythm as I can, but I'm close to my release… and so is he. He hugs my whole body in such a possessive way that I think I'm about to faint.

We kiss and let our lips be sealed to one another's, locked in an endless, eternal loop of pleasure and sweetness. Our tongues dance together, in an even lustier way than a tango.

He groans, I moan… as we both cum.

Oh, Goooood!

His hold on me loses strength and I can't believe my body can ache so fucking much after this! I didn't even notice it! I was so damn focused on doing it that I didn't even realise that my legs and arms are completely exhausted and I notice this tingling feeling all over my body – just like when my feet do when I sit inappropriately and they bloody hurt too much… I guess I used too much strength and now I'm paying the consequences.

Raditz seems to take it easy. Yes, he's experiencing the same tingling feeling torturing his body, but he seems to have it under control.

"What have we bloody done?" Raditz whispers to me exhausted. "I never felt so tired after sex, luv. And you?"

He lets his body fall right beside mine and lies on his back. Then, he exhales deeply and looks straight at me.

"I have no idea about what we've done…" I whisper back at him as I smile. "But it definitely feels like heaven."

We sigh and spend some minutes in complete silence. When I'm about to fall asleep, I hear him say devilishly:

"You said something about making it up to me… didn't you?"

I chuckle and give him a light nudge in the ribs. He chuckles too.

We fall asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, I accompany Raditz to see Goku. I'm sure he can talk sense into him. When we arrive at Goku's home, he looks at me and his face glows, as if I was a miracle, but he frowns when he sees Raditz and says nothing. Little Gohan is there too, looking at me from behind one of his father's legs with a huge smile on his face – but he's still scared of Raditz, for obvious reasons.

As I'm about to start a conversation, Chichi comes into scene and she asks us what the hell are we doing here.

"Well," I answer as politely as I can. "we came by to congratulate you for your future offspring. I'm glad you're going for the second."

"What are you talking about?" She asks me bewildered, as if I were crazy.

Raditz and I look at each other in disbelief. Then we stare back at Chichi and Goku, awaiting an answer. Goku's facial expression is numb and as shocked as we are. He stares at Chichi as well.

"What?" She asks clueless.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Raditz asks.

"No, of course not!" Chichi bursts out. "Where the hell did you take that from?! Now get out of here. I've got job to do!"

"But I thought you wanted me to come back 'cos you're expecting another child?!" Goku says bewildered as he grabs her by her shoulders. "You said you wanted me back! I thought it was 'cos of…"

"Seriously, Goku. You've made it up yourself. I'm not pregnant. Jeeezzz…" She says hastily and bored like hell. Then, she goes away from his grip and starts to take care of the laundry. "Come on, Gohan. Come with me…"

After a few seconds in complete silence, Raditz is the first to speak.

"Did you make it up?!" He says seriously, but I know he's about to break his neck. "Did you do it on purpose to hurt Marion?"

"What?! No!" Goku answers proudly, denying the whole thing.

"Then you made it up as a strategy to get her to love you." Raditz says furious.

"No! I was sure about it!"

"You started it! You can't deny it! Who else could've?!"

"Kami told me. Then I rushed back home. I made amends with Chichi but we never talked about it. I thought she… she didn't want to speak about it yet. How could I…?" Goku sounds desperate and his voice seems to be failing him in the end.

We all fall silent. Raditz looks extremely tense. I hold Raditz's arm to stop him and he lets me speak.

"Who wouldn't trust Kami?" I whisper sadly. "I don't blame you. No one will." I look back at Raditz. "I think it's high time we paid Kami our last visit."

So, in the end, the most brutal betrayal is Kami's. I guess it was a strategy, as Raditz has said, to win me back. Kami… Oh, Kami!

Who would've thought it?

Raditz and I fly back to Kami's Lookout to talk about this with him. When he greets us, I let him know we know all about it.

"I know, Marion." Kami sighs aimlessly.

"Aren't you ashamed?" I ask sadly. "This is so improper of you."

He admits he'd done it to make me uneasy and admit I loved Goku. He seems worried because it did not work out well.

Raditz's been restraining himself from letting out all his violence before, but now he's finding it difficult to hold on any longer. He wants to kill Kami and I'll have to take him out of the palace soon.

It seems that I'm no longer welcome here.

"You're no longer welcome here." Kami tells me.

He also says he regrets it but that he has to do it. Mr. Popo is crying already, standing far behind in front of the palace's entrance. I feel sad, so sad… For a second I feel like falling to pieces… like a slow, sad love song…

"And you're no longer welcome in my heart," I say sadly. "… for trying to play with me as if I were a toy and hurt me at your will…, which is far worse."

He shuts up.

"Far worse…"

We leave.

When Raditz and I go back down on Earth, we pay my brother a visit. I fear I have dumped him at the Kame House, knowing nobody… Oops! He's not exactly cheerful and friendly. I'm quite sure he got fed up with my friends and ran away during the night. I hope I may still be able to do something to make it up for him. I just hope he's not very angry at me…

But when we arrive at the Kame House, I see he's training on the shore as if nothing had happened!

"Vegeta!" I say cheerfully.

When he sees us, he doesn't dare to meet my eyes. I wonder why he is like that…

Krillin greets us immediately. He takes me aside and tells me that we were right.

"You must be kidding me!" I say with awe. "You're telling me what's going on here right now, mister!"

"Bulma was the first to dig in." He relishes in it. "She was pushing him around all evening and night until he… They've been sort of… 'talking' almost all night. Or so it seemed."

"Have you been spying on them?" I say disapprovingly.

"No! I mean… Bulma has told me about it this morning."

"What does she mean by 'talking'?" I say with suspicion in my voice.

"That's what I've just asked her, but she won't tell me." He whispers angrily to me.

"Because, my dear Krillin, it's a big lie." I conclude as I shake my head, amused by this.

"Vegeta…" I say playfully when I manage to speak with him alone. "I hope you're not mad at me for leaving you here with my friends."

"N-No." He says stammering a bit. "I'm… I-I'm-m not mad."

"Are you nervous?"

"N-Nervous? W-Why should I be n-nervous?!" He asks me raging.

"Bulma." I say point-blank.

He blushes a ton.

"What are you doing?!" He asks nervously. "W-Why are you calling her?!"

"I'm not calling her… Bulma." I repeat and smile devilishly. "Bulma. Bulma. Bulma!"

"Stop it, w-will you?!"

"Hey! Don't get mad at me because you got laid with her. It's not a crime. Besides she's so hot…"

"WHAT?!" He yells at me with so much anger that it seems as if his eyes are about to burst, but then he lowers his voice to a mere whisper and blushes a lot more. "I didn't…! … but… I just… H-How… do you… know?"

I smirk at him, he doesn't like it and he blows up the palm-tree which stands by our side with a huge ki ball.

"No need to get aggressive, brother." I say soothingly. "You needn't use such a huge ki ball for such a small and defenceless thing. Besides… I'm so proud of you!"

I jump on him and hug him. He's amazed at my behaviour.

"You know what?" I go on. "We definitely should stay here, on Earth! There are so many things to do here! Places to visit and everything… We should leave Io behind for good, for good – do you hear me? -, and the three of us could settle in the countryside, or… close to the Capsule Corporation… if you prefer an urban setting and… some company,… you know."

He just stares at me, amazed. I smile at him like never before.

He doesn't say no to a word I've said. This will be a new dawn for us…

Good!

In the end…

I have forgiven Goku. Chichi still hates me though, but I don't care at all. She doesn't seem to be happy for anything ever. It's her problem. I pity her. They didn't get divorced in the end. I hope Goku can take care of himself. I told him I expect him not to get in my way and Raditz's. We finally made amends and we're back as good friends. Or so it seems…

Krillin finally sees Raditz and Vegeta with approving eyes. I'm actually glad someone on Earth understands me and approves of what I've done with my life! (Apart from Raditz and my brother, of course.) And Bulma is madly in love with Raditz and me as a couple! She's our greatest fan…

Bulma is absolutely eager to meet Vegeta every now and then, even though he's not as keen as her. I know that he still thinks that a love affair makes you weak somehow. He'll come clean sooner or later, because I know he likes her very much. That's what I keep telling her… She doesn't despair. Believe me. She knows how to handle this…

I'm told that Kami died a few weeks after Raditz and I last saw him. I mourn him because he had a special place in my heart, even though he'd been cruel to me lately. But I guess I forgave him long ago, although I never got the chance to tell him.

I guess the fortune teller, that French gypsy woman, crazy about emeralds, enigmatic and wise, drinking her soul away in that picturesque corner of the world from the money she earns thanks to the cards, was right all along…

And… I am pregnant. Now I know for sure. Raditz is gloating about it.

"I told you you'd be carrying my offspring, luv." He says with pride.

"But you never imagined how hard it would eventually be to get here." I chide him.

THE END!

Hi there!

This is end. Are you sad? (I certainly am.)

Did you like the story? I hope so, my dear readers!

I'm not sure if I will write a DGZ fanfic again: I have this idea about Cell and… Anyway. But it's not completely developed yet. If an idea of mine is not fully developed, I don't see a future for it and then I don't write it.

We'll see. Now that I have finished this fanfic, I will definitely have some time to devote on the new plot line…

Hope you have enjoyed this fanfic! Review pleaaaaseeeee!

Luv,

Denim Jean

PS: I just LOVED writing the sex scene in this chapter! Oh, God… :3