At first I thought this chapter was going to be with Goku and the others but I decided to give them a break. I think Vegeta deserved it since he almost got killed by Gohan. So we're sticking with Broly and Makoto.
Master Roshi: Is this that chapter?
Neko: *Inches away* Yes you hentai.
Tarble: What chapter?
Neko: Um, how should I explain this? It has -
Vegata: He's thirty-nine, I'm sure he's heard about sex before woman.
Neko: The last guy that called me that was my brother and I about killed him for it! Want to be the one that does die?
Master Roshi: So this is the chapter that has that lemon scene in it!
Neko: *slaps forehead* enjoy my readers.
Chapter 20: Something that seemed Impossible
Her body ached as if it was in an impossible position. She never had this kink in the neck since she was in the hospital and when she was a kid. Opening her eyes, she stared into the broad chest of her love. Smirking, she nuzzled into it, hoping she didn't wake him when she was doing it.
"Mor . . . morning." She yawned, sitting up and staring at him.
He blinked before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Looking over at her, he noticed how her hair wasn't perfect. It was a mess with some of it laying on the wrong side. Smiling, he grabbed a hold of her waist before pulling her closer.
"Good morning."
She grabbed a hold of his muscular arms and pulled them apart, letting her escape his prison. Getting out of bed, she slipped on her slippers. Feeling the stare from the Saiyan, she walked out of the room to the kitchen for some water. Licking her lips, something caught her eyes like it was misplaced or something.
Looking down at the counter, she picked it up. Why was her uncle leaving a note?
Walking back to the bedroom, she closed the door behind her. "Oji-san isn't here. He won't be here for the whole day."
"Why?" The Saiyan asked, looking at the sticky note that was in his hands.
"Getting supplies from town. I swear one of these days he's going to want to go back to Satan City." She complained before crumbling up the yellow paper and throwing it into the trash. Turning her attention back to the taller man, she smirked. "What do you want for breakfast? Make it something easy because I can't cook."
Throwing his legs off the bed, he sat on the side, pondering what he wanted. Perking up, he looked over at her and answered, "That thing that's white with yellow liquid to it. Maybe some fried bread too."
"Eggs and toast?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she chuckled at him. He was adorable to her with the way he acted. He seemed like an innocent child at times. Nodding, she walked over and pressed her lips against his. "I can do that."
Reaching up, he pressed her closer to his body, expecting her to comply with that need that seemed to go between them. Looking into the liquid water of her eyes, he was almost lost in them if she didn't push her hands on his bare chest.
"Don't think about it bokudou. You're going a little too fast for that." She whispered, her lips passing against his. Feeling the heat that was radiating off him, she always wondered how he could be so warm when normal, human men weren't at times.
Pushing away from him, she walked away from him.
Watching her, that attraction that they shared seemed to go deeper now. Something was telling him to go after her, to make her his fully. Maybe it was the male part of him that told him to make her his. He wasn't sure. The only thing he was use to is keeping an eye on that entity that whispered sins to him. Getting off the bed, he followed after her to watch her.
He would admit to it. He was in love with this human. Stopping, he watched her turn her gaze onto the calender that had something written on that day's date. Walking a bit closer, he read it.
"What's wrong Makoto?"
"My parents need a visit from me." She muttered but he could understand her.
Nodding, he took a breath. That urge that was so unfamiliar to him can wait a little bit longer. He would try to entice her with her own desire. He wouldn't force himself on her. He knew what to do. His father actually taught him some things that would be used later in life.
Sitting down at the table, he listened to her as she moved around in the medium sized kitchen. Turning his attention outside the window, he raised an eyebrow. Most of the snow was melted, telling him that the seasons were changing to something warmer. It would still be cold but it was slowly warming up.
"Do you want any orange juice or what?" She asked, poking her head out between the door before it hit her in the temple.
"You decide." He answered absentmindedly.
Raising an eyebrow, she nodded and rubbed the spot that was hit as she went back into the kitchen. Grabbing some cups, she set two bags of tea in them, waiting for the water to go to a boil. Leaning against the counter, she took a breath that seemed to relieve her of her stress.
Something was causing her to go and be with him. In every romance novel that she's read, that same desire between the two characters was burning between them now. It was like she was living a romance novel herself. Shaking her head, she looked down at her slippers.
She wanted him . . . bad. That desire for that Saiyan was so unfamiliar to her. She never felt something like this for Sousuke when she was dating him but this was Broly. Broly wasn't human, he was different in his own way. A way that she loved. Maybe she was attracted to different. She wasn't sure at all.
Hearing the water from the coffee pot pop at her, she turned her attention back to reality. She had to act normal around the Saiyan or maybe she might lose herself to him. Grabbing the handle, she poured the hot water into the mugs, watching it fill up until a certain point.
Biting her lip, she grabbed both mugs and walked out of the kitchen. The food was going to be all right for another minute. Setting the cup down in front of him, she broke his concentration from something.
Staring at nothing, his mind was flooded with the thoughts of Kakarot and how he made his life a living hell. He never experienced hell but he was sure that his father was. Maybe it for the fact that he was trying to sacrifice his son when the planet he chose was going to be destroyed. Something caught his attention, causing his body to flinch from the sound.
Looking up, he met her aqua eyes, losing himself in them if he could. He had to have her take him to the beach one of these days. He wanted to experience the pleasure of going to somewhere new. It might scare him; he wasn't sure until he tried it. He was willing to try but he wasn't sure what the result would be. Looking at the ceramic cup that had a picture of a cat resting on a beach, he turned his gaze onto the woman that stole his heart.
"Food's about done. So relax and take a load off." She said, reaching over and touching the taunt shoulder that had pure muscle in it. Turning around, she walked back into the kitchen.
Watching her as she walked away, he had to fight that unusual urge to just grab her and take her right there. He wasn't sure why he was wanting to do something like that to her. Shaking his head, letting the ebony hair fly, he turned his attention to the mug that was in front of him. Something about this mug, it was different from the one that she was holding. Hers had that grip on it that told him she wanted to hold onto it.
It had to be one of her parents. That was the only people that would look out for her well being like they did. She never talked about anyone but her parents and Kazuhiko. Tearing his gaze off the warm cup, he looked to the melting snow.
"Makoto, stop doing that." She muttered to herself as she paced back and forth in front of the stove. Why did she long for him? She knew what this desire – this lust – was. Her mother told her all about this feeling when she was going through puberty. She was embarrassed to have that talk with her mother at the time but now it's something that was beneficial to her. Inhaling deeply, she turned her attention back to the food that needed her attention.
Looking at it, she kind of wished that she didn't have this feeling of wanting for that man. Sure it was natural since her instincts thought of him as someone that would produce healthy children but still. She just wanted to be a girlfriend, not his lover. She didn't want to get hurt deeply when it was time for him to go. She didn't want some of the consequences that her mother talked about.
Taking the eggs off the skillet, she put two more on for herself. Grabbing the eggs and toast that had long been made, she walked out of the kitchen. Forcing that fake smile on her face, she set down her love's food.
"Enjoy." She said, leaning down and pecking his cheek lightly. Sure she was wanting to give into that lust but that didn't mean she could be like a shy school girl with a crush.
"Thank you." He replied, turning his attention on the shorter person. Tearing his gaze off her, he looked down at the eggs and toast.
Walking away, she walked into the kitchen to bite her lip. Crossing her arms, she looked out of the small window that was above the sink. Her family wouldn't approve of him. She knew that well. Turning her attention back to her own food, she kept a hawk eye on it. She wouldn't let her own food get burnt like she did to her uncle's when she started cooking.
Chuckling, she remembered that time. She wanted to serve it to her aunt so bad but her parents wouldn't allow her. That face her uncle made was hilarious to the girl that was a sophomore at the time. Smiling, she flipped her food over.
"So long ago." She whispered, letting that smile stay on her face. This was an actual true smile that was brought on by memories that she did cherish. Memories that she wouldn't let herself forget.
After a couple of more minutes of staring at her eggs, she put them on a plate and shut the burner off. Walking away with the last pieces of toast, she kicked the door open. Keeping that pained expression off her face from her stubbed toe, she walked to the table.
Looking at her darling, she raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're not hungry or is my cooking that bad?" She asked with her fork pointing at her handiwork.
"I was-was waiting for you." He answered before breaking the layer that covered the yolk.
Silence filled the area around them, telling both of them that it was just silent compared to when her uncle was there. Somehow he would do something stupid or get a conversation going.
"Makoto, can . . . can I ask you some questions? If you don't, I understand." He asked, pausing in between to get a bite of toast.
"Like what?" She asked, trying to eat and talk at the same time. Looking into the ebony eyes, she tore her eyes from his.
"Your family." He replied, dunking his toast into the remaining yolk.
"Go ahead." She retorted then took another bite of the bread that was toasted with yolk on it. Looking at him, she saw him waver his away from her before returning it.
"Do you have any other family besides your parents and Kazuhiko?" Broly asked, setting down the remaining bread down on his plate.
Sighing, she looked down at her half way clean plate to clear her thoughts from the lust that she had for the Saiyan. Taking a breath, she bit her lip. "I do but I don't talk to them. When Sousuke killed my parents, I had to go to the hospital. My aunt screamed at me because I was in denial of my parents' murder. I was screaming at the nurse when she found me."
Taking a moment to collect herself, she looked up at him. He stared into the liquid waters of her eyes, seeing the pure emotion that she was feeling.
"She's my mother's sister or my father's. I can't remember because it's been so long since I saw her. After that, she disappeared from my life which was the way I wanted. She hated me and I returned that. She was a slut that was after every man in Satan City it seemed like. Most of her kids are half siblings because of her whoring around." She explained before letting her gaze dip down to her plate. "Oji-san was really the only extended family at the time that was willing to put up with my screams from nightmares that I got from the murder. My sofu and sobo didn't want to put up with it.
"Something expected I think with them being so elderly. My grandparents on my mother's side passed when I was really little so I didn't get a chance to know them. From the stories that my mother told me, I would have loved them. They actually cared about me. They were willing to do some of the stupid stuff that I did." She explained, dipping her last bite of toast into the yolk and taking a bite from it.
"What about when you were a teenager?" He asked, probably pushing a little too much for answers but if she was willing to answer, he was going to listen. He would comfort her if his body would allow it.
"I could have been a normal teenager in high school. I was in the agriculture classes like some of the girls in my graduating class. I was in that thing so much that my parents probably hated driving me around to competitions for some of the things it offered. I couldn't and still can't draw worth shit. My mother had all those talents, some thought she was perfect. She wasn't. Behind closed doors, she battled with depressed. Probably due to my grandparents' passing." She said with a shrug to show her own way of not knowing.
"What's depression?" Broly asked, staring at her egg.
"You get extreme sadness about something that happened to you or around you. Sometimes it's triggered by deaths of family or friends. It could be over something that happened to you like a miscarriage. Sometimes it would lead you to killing yourself or suicide." She explained shortly before cutting her egg up. Popping some of the white into her mouth, she looked at the Saiyan.
Pain played through the dark eyes almost as if he was thinking thoroughly through something. Suicide, it was a coward's thing of escaping the problems that they had. He knew that some people asked for death to go to them because they want it. They want that rush of flirting with death. He flirted with death plenty of times since the day he was born.
"Anything else Broly?" She asked, breaking into his thoughts.
Looking up to see the pale face, he shook his head, pushing the empty plate away. He didn't know that his love's past was so troubling but it was mild compared to his. He would have more black outs in his youth then now. He would kill people for the hell of it because of that entity wanted it. That demon that was inside him was insane with death and hurt. That thing wanted everyone to die – even his love.
"No." He answered verbally as he watched her eat the last of the egg and took his plate. The Saiyan couldn't believe that this was actually what his dear had to face with every day. She was lonely, he could tell from her eyes when they hardened to sapphire gems. She wanted comfort and release from it. He was going to be that release for her.
Getting up from the wooden chair, his feet carried him to the room they shared. Grabbing a pair of clothes that fitted him surprisingly, he swapped out clothes. The rags that were his clothes from the start weren't cutting it now. The weather was changing which meant that it was getting warmer.
Looking around, Makoto found nothing of her Saiyan. Hearing a rustling of clothes told her one thing. He was getting dressed so she better not walk in on him. If she did then that would be a whole different ball game when that lust took over. Sitting down on the arm of the couch, she stared at the snow that was so light and feathery but now is growing hard. Hopefully there would be no ice when it froze during the night.
She hated ice and it returned it. Every time she slips, she was afraid that she actually broke a bone. She was fragile like her mother was in her youth. She hated inheriting that from her. She wasn't sure how many fractures she faced when she slipped or done something stupid. She enjoyed the adrenaline rush but that had results if she didn't do something right.
"Makoto, are you getting dressed?" He asked, walking in front of her.
Looking up, she took in the jeans that he stared at with white socks on his feet. She looked at the shirt that fitted his body perfectly without being too showy of the taunt body that he had.
Nodding, she hopped off the arm to walk into her room. Feeling a tug on her wrist stopped her and made her look back instinctively. His stronger, larger hand covered her small wrist.
"What's wrong Broly?" She asked, looking into the endless abyss of his ebony eyes.
"Makoto. Please don't leave me. I can't afford to lose you." He explained in a pleading way. He relied on her; he would admit that. He was in love with her truly. He wanted her by his side at all times. He wanted her to be the mother of his unborn children. Most of all, he wanted her to be the one that tore the beast that threatened to kill everything out of his body.
Nodding again, she felt his grip slip from her wrist, letting her walk away to get dressed. "Oka-san, oto-san, please accept him. He's trying to do good even if he has done wrong."
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, expecting some comfort from it. Maybe it was that habit of expecting some comfort from her uncle. Maybe it was a lot of things then. Taking off the tank top, she looked towards the window. It didn't seem like it was forever since her parents were killed; it seemed like yesterday.
"Oka-san, oto-san, I miss you guys." She muttered as she fell to her rump, her hair falling around her as her back ached a bit. Biting her lip, she tried to take away the tears with pain. It didn't help her but it helped against her. Hugging her knees, she stared into them as her vision blurred.
Her breaths came out shaky as if she was testing new waters like a newborn child. Reaching up, she grabbed the bra that she set out the night before and pulled it on. She wasn't in the mood to do anything with Broly that required energy from the both of them. She was scared of what he would think if he saw her like this.
Looking up from her knees, she took in the view of the window. Why did she have all these questions that would never be answered? She wanted just that one answer then she would feel normal again. She may have never been normal to the people in her classes but she felt normal in her own way. Now she wasn't comfortable in her own skin like she should be.
"Makoto is everything okay?" Broly's question was muffled by the door but surprised her.
Hiding the gasp of surprise, she stood up, wiping at the tears. Turning to the door, she faked her smile again in cause he wanted to enter. She prayed that he wouldn't because of the fact that she was barely wearing anything. That usually turned men on so she didn't want anything that dealt with him being turned on by her appearance.
"I'm fine." She said, hiding the sorrow in her voice. She had to reassure him with a lie just this once. Taking off the short shorts, she pulled on a pair of capris that were tan but a dark tan. Grabbing another tank top but didn't show her stomach, she felt all set. Sure she needed a sweat shirt or hoodie but there was plenty in the closet.
Opening the door, she let the smile come onto her face. "Let's go."
Nodding, he followed her with his gaze at first but then let his body follow hers. Something was around her, worrying him to the point he was ready to call this important trip off. He wanted to get whatever was haunting her out so she would be her usual self again. Shaking his head, feeling the ebony spikes brush his cheek, he wanted to protect her from every evil thing that was out in the world. Even himself if it came down to it.
Grabbing a hoodie that had two wolf pups playing in a puddle, she put it on. Looking at him from the corner of her eyes, she knew that he was worrying about her. She could tell the concentration he had written on his face. It was like he was pondering something that he couldn't figure out by himself.
"Broly, do you need another layer?" She asked, nudging her head towards the closet.
Breaking from his thoughts, he shook his head. He felt fine even if the shirt felt weird to him. He wasn't use to fabric covering his torso. He was so used to the necklace that he was given so long ago by his father.
Opening the door, she looked back and grabbed his larger hand, pulling him out of the house. Closing and locking it as he stared out at the mountains that were so majestic, she couldn't help but smile. They were at peace for once even if her heart was wrenching from the memories of her parents' murder.
She wanted to scream at him so much in the court room but all she could do was cry. She felt worthless and weak with the way she was sobbing over the death of her parents. She knew Sousuke wanted her to cry, to feel that pain for not going with him. She wanted him to get the maximum sentence and he did . . . in a way. He got what he wanted. She was being haunted by memories of the happy times that she wished would just burn like any picture in a fire. They wouldn't go away. They just kept coming back to her.
Gripping the knob with a force that it turned her knuckle's white, she reached into her pocket. Grabbing a capsule and tossing it, she heard the loud poof of air.
Biting her lip, she wanted to kill him. She wanted to see him get tortured for everything that he did to her and her family. Sure she was already on bad terms with some but this just took the cake.
"Let's go." She tried to hide the pain from being noticeable in her voice but it failed. She could tell from the sudden jerk from Broly. Looking over, she smirked and climbed into the car. At least her uncle understood that they might need a car.
Turning on the radio with Set me Free by Jam and Spoon, she buckled herself in like it was nothing. She could feel sorry for herself for forever or she could become more of a woman that her mother would want her to be. Taking a deep breath, she heard Broly climb in and slam the door. Her uncle would have screamed at him for slamming it that hard.
"Buckle up. I don't really want a ticket." She hissed slightly as she turned her attention onto the stronger, taller man.
Nodding, he looked around before looking back at her. "With . . . what?"
Sighing, she reached over, feeling the heat that radiated off him. Blushing, she pulled the strap and buckle out to show him. Pointing down at the what was beside him. She got back into the seat. Maybe he was going to be a pain in the ass at times. Remembering that heat that rolled off him, she tried to keep the blush off her face. She couldn't blush in front of him. It would be a dead giveaway that she was into him besides crushing on the man.
Turning the key, she stared up the car and pushed on the gas pedal. It was going to be a long ride from the feel of it.
"So where's your parents located at?" Broly asked, looking over at the dark purpled haired goddess that he was falling for repeatedly.
"In Satan's City grave yard. I got a feeling my aunt is going to be there." She answered as she reached down and messed with the radio to have Bump in the Night by Allstars ending and Cherish by Ai Otsuka starting up. Smirking a little, she let the love song play out. She was always a sap for those kinds of things.
Nodding, Broly looked out the window, feeling a familiar Ki that would have sent him into a frenzy of killing. Kakarot was nearby, he could tell from that Ki. Vegeta and some others were with him, possibly Kakarot's son. They would have to wait for now. He had to be there for Makoto. Turning his attention back to the pale woman, he couldn't believe that she went through so much and was still sane.
Her mind raced with a million things that tried to get to the finish line first. She was scared that her aunt was there. She didn't want to put up with the skank as it was. Taking a breath, she wondered who else was going to be there. Her uncle already payed his visit to his sister and brother-in-law. It was just the rest of her family minus her grandparents on her mother's side.
Then maybe, she could focus on what she had for Broly. She had to save him from that beast that was in his body. It was tearing him apart it seemed like. He hadn't had attacks lately but she had a feeling that one was going to show its face soon. Something that she hoped didn't come to pass. She hated it when she was right on things. But first she had to pay her parents a visit that they deserve. They could also get to know Broly if they haven't already had.
Smirking, she felt a small tear slither down her face as she turned on Smoke Rings in the Dark by Gary Allan to help drown out her sorrow.
bokudou - cowboy
Long and I mean a long chapter for A Beast's Desire. I was going to make it longer but then it would take a lot of patience to read it so I spared you of this my readers. Part two which would be named differently will have a lemon scene. I let Master Roshi down which I like. If you can't tell, I'm trying to add in Japanese music along with English since I have more of that then Japanese. I also noticed from the prologue and chapter one, I changed Kazuhiko and Makoto's appearances. Oops. I hope you enjoyed this chapter with that tension between the two. Please review.