Hey!
So this is my first fanfic in over 15 years! I had to create a new account because I (rather stupidly) for got the password to my old account and cant seem to reset it...
This is an Android 17 X OC story (but feel free to read it as a reader insert if you wish) set some time after the tournament of power. I have not yet watched GT (it's on my to do list) so no mentions of it here.
I also made up his wife's name because I don't know it and google couldn't help me haha!
I apologise in advance for any mistakes etc.
I do not own anything except my OC.
Enjoy!
Android 17 X OC
Android 17 leaned casually against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he observed the party from a distance. His twin had been insistent that he come to Marron's 10th birthday party. It had been years since he had seen any of them, the last time being the tournament of power, five years ago. However, that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed the festivities. Several of the party-goers were at the buffet, Marron had opened her presents, eaten her cake, and was now running around teasing Pan and Bulla while Trunks and Goten sparred in the garden. Everyone else seemed in their own little 'click' as it were. Piccolo and Gohan chatted amicably, Krillin and 18 seemed to be enjoying watching the kids play. He just felt totally out of place.
Plus the fact that seeing his niece brought back painful memories of his own children. He cleared his throat and tried to push the thoughts out of his mind.
"Hey, here you go." Bulma suddenly appeared at his side, holding out what appeared to be some sort of alcohol. He took it out of politeness and mumbled a 'thanks' under his breath, downing the liquor quickly.
"Woah easy there big guy! Or we will have to carry you to bed." Bulma joked, beaming at him. His lips twitched into a smirk.
"I'm sure I can handle one or two." He gave her a knowing smile and Bulma blinked, realising alcohol probably wouldn't affect him as much as it would a regular human.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Guess it really has been a long time, huh? So how are the wife and kids?" She noticed 17 stiffen visibly. His smirk vanishing and she shook her head.
"Never mind! How about you come and get some air? I bet Goku will be up for a quick sparring session in a bit?" 17 sighed softly. He knew Bulma was trying to make him feel welcome and involve him. But he just didn't want it.
"Think I'll pass for now. Thanks for the drink." He dismissed her. Bulma forced a sympathetic smile and patted his shoulder comfortingly. She was about to make her leave when she heard the doorbell.
"Oh! That must be Whis and Lord Beerus, fashionably late as usual." She chuckled, heading towards the door and disappearing into the hallway. 17 looked back out to the garden where the whole party congregated and headed into the kitchen, pouring himself another drink. He was starting to question why he had even bothered to come here. Sure it was nice to see his niece and sister, even that moron Krillin, but still, it was awkward at best. And now he was stuck here for the weekend.
How had that happened again? How had he somehow been convinced to stay in one of Bulma's many spare rooms at Capsule Corp for the whole weekend? He didn't even know.
He placed the bottle of rum back on the counter, topping his drink up with some fizzy mixer that tickled his nose when he brought it to his lips.
"Oh this will be so great! You can stay here with me and Vegeta! That's my husband, he's a Saiyan too! I'm sure he and Goku will be so excited to meet you!" 17 scoffed at Bulma's rambling and turned his attention towards the kitchen door. He noticed Bulma, smiling widely. He noticed the tall blue angel, Whis, he thinks his name was and the purple cat, Lord Beerus. He recognised almost everyone. Except the girl who stood there with them.
She had long, flowing dark auburn hair and pale skin. She looked just a touch shorter than Bulma, and wore tight black leggings and a tight black lace vest that stopped just below her chest, exposing her midsection. She had flat boots on that stopped just below her knees, and her beautiful black coat was open, red silk lining the inside. As Bulma continued to ramble the woman glanced at 17. His eyes locked onto glistening emeralds as she walked past for just a few seconds before she focused on the woman in front of her.
Android 17 felt his eyes narrow slightly as he watched the woman walk away, following the blunettes lead and disappearing into the garden.
Another Saiyan? But why is she with Whis and Beerus? He ignored it, taking another sip of his beverage and then his twin appeared.
"Hey, stop being a lurch and come and join the us." Her voice emotionless as she folded her arms. He cracked a smile at her which she returned.
"You can bring your friend if you want." She indicated to the bottle of rum next to 17 and walked off. 17 looked at the bottle and smiled, rolling his eyes a little. He had been doing so well at keeping his distance, but it would be rude to ignore everyone now that he had been found hiding, so he reluctantly followed 18 outside.
It was a beautiful night out. The air was warm but there was a refreshing breeze every so often so it wasn't uncomfortable. The night was black, twinkling stars littering the sky. It reminded 17 of home. Although there weren't nearly enough stars in the sky. He sat at the table beside his sister. Goku, Vegeta and Krillin were also sat around and there were a few empty chairs. He glanced to his left and saw Whis, Beerus, Bulma and the unknown woman talking by the swimming pool quite a distance away. Well, it looked like Bulma and Beerus were talking, the other two just looking on, slightly confused and entertained.
"So brother dear, how's life?" 17 turned his attention to his sister, who was looking at him softly.
"It's fine. Nothing really changes." Lies. All lies. She arched a sculpted eyebrow at him dubiously but then smiled.
"I know what you mean, it's even been pretty dull here since the tournament. Not that I mind much." Her gaze flitted to her daughter and 17 followed her gaze. He smiled. Marron had grown a lot. She was a pretty, rambunctious child now. It seemed his sister had it made. Quaint house, husband, kid. Everything he had wanted. Everything he did have.
He was pulled from his thoughts again when Goku piped up.
"Oh hey Whis! Lord Beerus! How ya doing?" he raised his hand in his usual greeting. 17 turned to his left and saw that they were now standing at the table. Bulma took one of the empty seats and patted the one next to her, signalling the auburn haired woman to sit beside her.
She gave a small smile and sat beside Bulma while Beerus and Whis took the other empty seats.
"Good to see you too Goku." Whis politely responded as Bulma set about making plates of food up for the new guests, handing them out one by one and throwing a capsule behind her which erupted into yet another buffet table full of delicious food.
Vegeta, noticing the newcomer at the table and nodded towards her.
"Who's the woman?" he asked, in his usual aggressive tone. All eyes seemed on the girl all of a sudden and Bulma smiled excitedly. Whis chuckled, placing his arm around the woman as he leaned closer.
"Oh how rude of me, this is my good friend Illyria!" he exclaimed, abruptly turning his attention back to his plate of food. Vegeta snorted.
"And why is she here?" Bulma frowned at the abrasiveness of her husband.
"Don't be rude to our guests Vegeta! She's here because I said so!" Vegeta just grumbled and Illyria smiled a little. 17 watched the scene before him. Bulma sure was a feisty one, although, with Vegeta as her husband it was hardly surprising.
"Illyria is in the process of studying her degree, and part of her course requirements involves travelling to other planets to study. I have offered her a room on Lord Beerus' planet as a sort of go between. Like a pit stop if you will, a base, while she travels and studies on other planets. Of course I could not have her abandoned on an unfamiliar planet on the first day of her arrival, and Bulma kindly extended invitation to her." Whis explained. So calmly, so politely. Bulma beamed at Whis.
"Yeah, besides I thought it would be good for you and Goku to meet another fellow saiyan." 17 smirked as he watched Vegeta's ears almost prick up at the mention that Illyria was a saiyan. Goku was on his feet in a flash, dropping the burger he was demolishing.
"Woah! You're a saiyan too?" the excitable saiyan questioned. 17 smiled and sipped his drink. This was turning out to be quite an interesting evening.
He had to give Illyria credit, she was doing a great job at keeping Goku at bay. The Saiyan had practically begged her to fight with him all night, and all night, she had kindly declined, promising a fight at a later date.
"I'm not feeling it today. And I'm sure you'd want me at my best, right?" everyone smirked at her. She sure knew how to play him like a fiddle. Goku's eyes darkened considerably.
"You got that right! Ok but soon... deal?" she nodded, her auburn hair bouncing slightly.
"Deal." Goku sat back down, still clearly excited about his upcoming fight. Bulma poured Illyria another glass of wine. She's probably going to need it.
Conversation seemed to flow easily enough. And everyone found out quite a bit about the Saiyan girl. Apparently she was from a planet called Eldria, from Universe 1. Which just so happened to be the highest ranking universe... which, just so happened to get Goku all hyped up again. She was studying a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree, which caught 17's interest quite quickly, considering how he was a park ranger and his wife a zoologist.
Well...
17 sighed, taking another large swig of the rum in his glass. 18 noticed his tension and touched his arm.
"Hey are you ok?" he shrugged her off.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He dismissed casually. But 18 knew better. Yet she let it go. Suddenly Krillin perked up, turning his attention to his in-law.
"So 17, how are the wife and kids? Enjoying the cruise ship I bet?" 17 grit his teeth . He couldn't do this anymore.
"Yeah, they're great, excuse me for a minute, I need to make a phone call." And just like that, he was gone. He headed inside the house and upstairs to the guest room Bulma was allowing him to stay in. Collapsing on the bed he rubbed his eyes. He felt guilty about snapping at Krillin like that, and felt even worse about leaving Marron's party. But she was off playing with her friends so he figured she wouldn't care that much. He just didn't want all the questions anymore. He needed a break. It was so much easier when all the attention was on Illyria.
He heaved a big sigh and glared at the ceiling, allowing himself to finally collect his thoughts over the last few years.
Since the tournament of power things had seemed to go to hell. The first year or so was great. He travelled the world with his wife and kids, they visited so many beautiful and amazing places together. Made so many memories. But then things had changed when they got a back home. His wife changed. And eventually, 17 discovered she had been having an affair. That she was pregnant with another man's baby. That she wanted a divorce. And more importantly, that she was taking the kids.
17 squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately for the millionth time to figure out where he went wrong. What had he missed? What else could he have done to prevent all this from happening?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He stood up, pacing his room and gripping his hair as he continued to try and figure it all out. Completely overcome with emotion he slammed his fist into the wall, effectively putting his hand through it. He examined his hand for a second. Blood poured from the open skin and he just tutted at himself. He turned to the door to go and clean up in the bathroom, when his eyes met with emerald orbs.
Illyria stood in his room, looking more than a little confused.
"I take it this isn't the bathroom?" she asked half-heartedly, a weak attempt to try and lighten the clearly very dark mood.
"No. But I'm going there now, I'll take you." And he brushed past her, not bothering to say anything else. Illyria walked silently beside him. When he suddenly stopped and opened a door he motioned for her to enter.
She paused, looking at his injured hand.
"I really think you should see to that first..." she suggested, glancing up into his piercing blue eyes.
"I'll be fine, go." He instructed but Illyria did not budge.
"I only need to freshen up, come on, let's get you cleaned up." And without any further warning, she took a firm grip on his other hand and pulled him into the bathroom. She shut and locked the door and 17 watched her from the side. She ignored him, brushing past him as she reached up into the cupboards and fumbled around for some supplies. Collecting everything she wanted, she placed them on the bathroom counter and turned back to 17, reaching for his bloodied hand.
She winced a little, turning the tap to the sink on and gently putting his hand under the running water. 17 allowed it, but kept a close eye on the woman. Not fully understanding her motives. She ran her thumb over his knuckle.
"Does it hurt much?" she asked softly. He shook his head and she turned off the tap, gently dabbing away the blood still seeping from his wounds and began to bandage up his hand.
"That's some right hook you got there." Her eyes met his and she smiled softly. 17 scoffed, finding her humour somewhat refreshing.
"Is everyone still downstairs?" he asked, wanting to change the subject quickly. She slowly nodded her head.
"Yep. Think it's going to be a late one." There was a small pause as Illyria tended to his wounds before she smiled at her handiwork.
"There, all done." 17 flexed his hand, impressed with the firm bandage she had administered.
"You're somewhat good at this." He commented casually. Illyria smiled. She really was a beautiful woman now that he looked at her properly. Clear soft looking skin, silky hair, full beautiful lips. He wondered briefly if her lips were as soft and plump as they looked. But he couldn't get over her hypnotizing eyes. Such a beautiful deep green, glimmering in the artificial light, thick lashes framing them.
"Yeah well, granted I'm used to tending to animals but still..." she turned to the mirror in the bathroom and began running her fingers through her hair. She glanced at 17 through the mirror.
"So... are you gonna come back downstairs?" she asked softly. 17 shook his head.
"I don't think so." She nodded and licked her lips a little, looking away almost shyly. 17 watched her every move, quite entranced by the beauty in front of him.
"Would it be ok if I gate crashed your solitude for a bit?" her eyes shone with a gleam of hope and her smile was cheeky. He frowned a little as she continued.
"I just... I feel quite... out of place down there. I know everyone is being nice and polite and trying so hard but... I just don't fit in. I don't know these people, and they're all so... hyped up." 17 let a short chuckle leave him as he looked away. She wasn't wrong about that much. With the exception of Vegeta, who was brash at the best of times, and 18 who was equally as evasive, everyone sat at the table were nuts.
"If you feel that way, why do you want to sit with me?" he questioned, genuinely curious. He met Illyria's eyes and she gave him a soft smile.
"Because I think you feel the same as me. Like you shouldn't really be here." 17 glowered at her. Just who did she think she was? He unfolded his arms and moved to leave the bathroom.
"You don't know me." He snapped. Illyria's hand shot out and took his wrist, faster than lightning.
"You're right. I don't. But I know that look." He scoffed spitefully.
"The hell are you talking about? What look?" she cocked her head to the side, examining his face. He was such a beautiful man.
"The look you get when you feel trapped. Like everything is closing in around you and you can't find a way out. When everyone is asking you so many questions that you're just not ready to answer, but they still won't let it go." Her voice was almost a whisper and 17 was completely lost in her presence. How could she read him so well? Who was this woman?
Though he stared back at her with cold and calculating eyes, Illyria did not seem fazed. She tenderly ran her fingers across the back of 17's hand and he stiffened visibly from the tender touch. The heart in his chest was starting to beat harder against his ribs, his mouth suddenly became very dry. Illyria noticed his bristling and removed her hand.
"Apologies. I didn't intend to make you uncomfortable. I just... I wanted you to know, I get it." She flashed him a small smile and left the bathroom. 17 followed and he watched her retreating form. When she reached the stairs he looked away, sighing slightly.
"Illyria." She stopped and turned to look at him. He lifted his eyes to hers, still seeming to rip her apart from just a look.
"Admission to my room doesn't come for free. And the price for peace is quite high." Illyria blinked, not understanding what 17 was implying. His lips twitched into a soft smirk.
"Bring the rum, maybe I'll give you solitude for an hour." Illyria smiled thankfully and headed down stairs. 17 turned back to his room.
Just what on earth was he doing? Inviting a total stranger to drink with him in his room! It was totally unlike him. But he couldn't deny he felt a pull towards Illyria. There was something that drew him to her. He noticed it the second he laid eyes on her as she walked past the kitchen. Plus he felt like out of everyone downstairs he could talk to Illyria the easiest. Solely because he could engage in light conversation. He could ask her all the basic questions, questions he already knew all the answers to when it came to his other friends.
A small knock on the door made him look, and he opened it, finding Illyria standing there with a couple of bottles and glasses.
"Oh so she can knock?" 17 teased as he stepped aside and let her in. Illyria looked at him incredulously.
"Was that humour I just detected?" she exclaimed, joining in with his suddenly playful banter. He chuckled as he closed the door.
"Here I was thinking the people of Eldria just didn't know how to knock." He retorted as he took the bottles from her and began pouring two drinks. Illyria made a 'tsk' sound, folding her arms defensively and pouting almost adorably.
"Told you I thought it was the bathroom..." she grumbled quietly, "who knocks to enter a bathroom anyway?" 17 chuckled at her little strop.
"Well, maybe to make sure you're not about to walk in on someone..." he said as he turned and handed her a glass.
"Well then they should lock the door!" Illyria scolded playfully, sticking her tongue out a little as she took the glass. 17 smiled, but rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed, making himself comfortable. He put his feet up, leaning his back against the wall and sipped his drink. Illyria shuffled for a second before sitting on the edge of the bed by his feet.
There was a comfortable silence between the two of them for a couple of minutes. 17 was surprised that he didn't feel as awkward as what he thought he would. Illyria looked at him and smiled.
"So Bulma mentioned you're a park ranger on a little island somewhere?" she asked, sparking what she deemed would be a safe conversation to have.
"That's right." he replied smoothly, taking another sip of his drink. Illyria could tell she was going to have to try harder to get the man to start talking a bit more openly.
"So... what's it like? Tell me about it." He smiled at her, his eyes soft and for once not having the usual distant, icy glare present.
"It's nice. It's quiet. Occasionally I have to protect the animals from poachers but generally it's pretty calm." Illyria nodded.
"Whis said you went travelling the world... I bet that was amazing. Where were your favourite places?" 17 seemed to consider it for a moment, pausing in his thoughts.
"I don't know. I guess Italy was quite nice. But I liked a lot of places for different reasons." She nodded.
"I guess that makes sense." The more questions Illyria asked, the more she got to know the man in front of her and the easier it became to get him to talk back. She made herself comfortable after a while, kicking her boots off and crossing her legs on his bed as she faced him.
Turns out, he was an android. Which came with massive power and inexhaustible stamina. He hadn't seen his friends since the tournament of power, five years ago, and it had been ten years before that. She also found out more about the tournament of power, as he gave her a brief run down of the events, fighters etc. She couldn't believe she had no idea about all of it.
As the night continued 17 relaxed more and more in her company. He found her strangely interesting, alluring even. There was no denying her attractiveness. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. She also had an essence of power surrounding her, a presence that commanded respect. Though her eyes shone brightly with warmth and her smile made even his heart skip a beat. He was transfixed, wanting to know her more and more as time passed by.
It didn't take long for him to come to the conclusion that he was terribly attracted to her. He is a pragmatic man, logical and reasonable. Therefore he could easily recognise the small flutter in his stomach when she smiled at him. He noticed he was returning her smiles more and more and that he was quite relaxed in even being mildly playful with the woman he had only just met. He could easily admit to himself that she was indeed, a stunningly beautiful woman. Any man could see that. He would be surprised if even Goku or Vegeta didn't find her attractive, especially considering that she was also a Saiyan. There was just something about her that made him want her.
And while he had acknowledged this, he was by no means ok with it. He fought against it, tried to rationalise his feelings in any way possible.
It's just the alcohol talking.
You're just lonely.
You're fine, its human nature. Nothing more.
But he really wasn't so sure.
Illyria poured them both another drink, signalling the end of the bottle. 17 had a high tolerance for alcohol, due to his molecular adjustments, but even he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming. He wasn't drunk. But he felt warm, almost tingly in his fingers. He felt so totally relaxed. A feeling that didn't come to him often. He was also feeling a touch more confident, a little bit more playful, and a lot more aroused. He watched Illyria carefully as she pouted, emptying out the last drops of alcohol into his glass.
"Aw. This makes me sad." she leaned forward, placing the empty bottle on the bedside table next to 17. He watched her every move like a hawk. The way her body arched over him ever so slightly as she leaned. The black lace top, practically see through with two thick black straps that crossed down her sides. He forced his eyes away, wetting his lips as his eyes looked to her neck. He could practically see her pulse beating steadily under her thin skin. He took in a small breath to steady himself and was overwhelmed by her scent. She smelt divine. Like nothing he had ever had the pleasure of smelling before. Vanilla and soap and... air? Just so fresh, so clean, with a slight hint of sweetness and musk.
She leaned back, settling back down on the bed with a huff.
"Guess we will have to start on the whiskey next." She chirped, holding up the second bottle she had apparently brought in. 17 hadn't even noticed. He chuckled.
"Do you have a problem, Illyria?" he teased and she chuckled, her smile widening.
"No. But I figure if we run out of alcohol I'm going to have to go, and I'm quite enjoying chatting to you." She answered honestly and 17's eyes narrowed a little. Was she drunk? She looked at him, her eyes almost seductive.
"Is that ok?" she asked as she poured a bit of whiskey in her rum before topping it up with coke, doing the same to 17's drink.
"I think so." He responded, equally as honest, but Illyria didn't miss a trick.
"You think so?" she teased as she sipped her drink, "is my company really that bad?"
"You're still here aren't you?" he shot back and she laughed, running a hand through her hair.
"Touché." She shifted a little, opting to kneel on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her. She took more of her drink, taking slightly larger sips now. 17 admired her quietly from a distance. Her long slender neck, the curve of her hips, her beautifully flat and toned stomach.
He grit his teeth and looked away quickly. She made him so excited and he couldn't get his head around it. It had been a slow process with his wife. He found her somewhat cute, and endearing. But they had formed a friendship based off of their mutual love of animals and nature. It had taken months for him to feel for her in a more romantic sense, and even longer for him to see her in a sexual light, despite his attraction to her.
He was certainly not used to these sudden and intense urges. Especially towards a total stranger. He must have been staring hard because Illyria cleared her throat.
"17, are you alright?" she asked softly. He looked back to her and could see the concern on her face. He scoffed.
"Yeah, sorry. Zoned out there for a minute." She just slowly nodded her head in understanding. He could see her gaze was a little unsteady. She was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol too. He ran his thumb along the rim of his glass.
"So where are you staying tonight?" he asked, taking a large swig from his drink.
"Here." She responded. 17's eyes snapped to her and she blinked, apparently zoning out a little herself.
"Erm, I mean... Bulma has said she has a spare room. I'm here for the weekend, then I'll be going back to Lord Beerus' planet for a few days." He nodded.
"And where to after that?" he asked her, genuinely curious. She had said she was here studying. He knew she would have to move around a lot until her doctorate was completed. It was a four year long course after all. Lots to see and explore.
"Well back here again. I mean, I've completed my one years study in Universe 1, now I get to study Universe 7 for the next year. After that I'm going to Universe 11, I'm not sure about my final year yet. But once I've done that and sat the exam, I need to decide where I will be based to start practicing and what it is I want to do."
"So you will be visiting earth frequently for the next 12 months then?" he asked. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Predominantly, yes, but I'll visit other planets too here and there. But from what Whis tells me, it would be more beneficial to study on earth. I don't think the other planets have too many animals and stuff." She finished off her drink and nodded towards 17.
"You're falling behind there, stud. Slowing down already?" his eyes met hers, challenging meeting playful as he cocked an eyebrow at her and finished his drink.
"Trying to get me drunk?" he responded, handing her his empty glass as she poured them both another drink.
"Can you even get drunk?" she asked, obviously never even thinking about it before and he laughed softly.
"Yes, but I have a higher tolerance than most." He replied.
"Then yes, I'm going to get you drunk." She smiled at him. 17 felt his heart skip a beat. God what was this woman doing to him?
Illyria threw her head back and laughed wholeheartedly, almost falling off the bed as she giggled uncontrollably. 17 smiled at her, clearly amused by the display. They had been talking for a while, sharing stories and such. He had just told her about one particular night out where he had gotten particularly drunk and passed out in the forest. He failed to mention that it had been the night before his wedding. She sat back up and wiped her eyes, tears forming from her mild laughing fit.
"Why would you let yourself get in that mess?" she asked, in between bursts of laughter. He shrugged.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time." She managed to get her breathing under control and silence reigned for a moment. She looked a little nervous, her smile fading slightly.
"So, did Mrs 17 come to your rescue and find your sorry ass the next day?" she asked softly. 17's eyes flashed with anger for the briefest of moments, but Illyria concluded it wasn't directed at her. She had heard people at the party ask about his wife and kids. And it was clear that there was trouble in paradise.
17 paused in his thoughts. He hadn't wanted to discuss any of this business with any of his friends. Partly because he didn't want to draw attention to himself and away from the joyful celebration. But also partly because it still hurt. But this felt different. For some reason, he wasn't angry at Illyria for asking the question, it just felt natural. And he felt compelled to at least answer her question. He shook his head.
"No, she was off out with her friends. It was the night before we got married." Illyria blinked but smiled at him softly.
"Oh I see. Now that makes more sense, it being your last night of freedom and everything." He smiled back, sipping his drink. He thought back to his wedding day. It had been a small and intimate occasion. He wasn't really bothered by weddings and such, he didn't really see the point. But it had been a good day nonetheless. The happiest day of his life, was when his child had been born.
Illyria noticed the shift in 17's mood and bit her lip nervously.
"Where did you go on your honeymoon?" she asked, thinking that as he loved to travel it would have been somewhere amazing. He gave a soft smile.
"We went home. We have a home on the island. It was nice to just go home as we were both pretty busy back then." Illyria felt as though she had hit a nerve somehow, but she also figured if he was talking about it, he was ok with doing so.
"How come she isn't here tonight then? Is she not well?" 17 smiled softly at the apparent naivety of her question. He shook his head.
"No. She left me. We started going through the divorce about three years ago. It was finalised last year." He gulped his drink, not fully understanding why he felt the need to tell Illyria about his private life.
"You guys have any kids?" she asked. 17 just nodded his head slowly.
"Yeah, one of our own and two we adopted. But since the divorce, she's became increasingly difficult. I haven't seen them for the last six months." Another large gulp. Illyria paused.
"I'm sorry." she whispered softly, lowering her head a little, feeling ashamed for asking him something so personal, that was clearly painful. He clicked his tongue and scoffed a little.
"Please, spare me your pity party." His voice was cool and collected, a hint of coldness and hostility present in his tone. Illyria shook her head and looked back up at him.
"Do the others not know? I heard Krillin ask about..." she trailed off as he shook his head.
"I haven't told them. It's not their business. Plus I didn't want to put a damper on everyone's joyous mood. It wouldn't be fair on Marron and 18." He dragged his finger around the rim of his glass again, his thoughts starting to bother him more than they should.
"I get that. But still, it must have been a difficult time. Might have been nice to have someone there to talk to." He locked eyes with her.
"I'm talking now." He said dismissively. She smiled kindly at him and he returned the smile. There was a long pause before he broke the ice.
"What about you? I'm guessing as you have time to study you don't have time to entertain kids and look after a man?" he teased, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and pouring another drink, attempting to lighten the mood. Illyria raised her eyebrows.
"Well, you're not wrong there. No, no kids, no man. If I'm being honest I think my ex kinda put me off relationships for a bit." 17 cocked an eyebrow as he concentrated on pouring her drink.
"Oh really?" a small smile graced his lips and she sighed.
"Yeah." He looked at her. He could see the tension in her body language. This was clearly a touchy subject. He shook his head at her a little bit.
"Don't worry. You don't need to talk about it." His voice was soft and reassuring as he put the whiskey down and leaned back again against the wall. She ran a hand through her tousled hair.
"No, it's ok. He was just... a real asshole. He'd shout a lot, call me names... he was controlling. Just a real piece of work." 17 had a feeling he knew where his was going.
"When I escaped... I mean, left... I focused solely on training. I wanted to get strong so nothing could scare me again. And I guess since then I've just sort of... stayed away from relationships and stuff. Because if that's how love feels, I'd rather not have it." She paused, fiddling with her fingers and shrugged, smiling at her hands.
"But that was a long time ago. I'm alright now." 17 just nodded slowly. He didn't really know what to say. Illyria chuckled.
"Look at us, sharing secrets." She teased, her playful attitude back with a vengeance. 17 rolled his eyes, smiling back at her. She really was incredible.
17 glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was almost 1am! He couldn't believe time had gone by so quickly. Surely all the party goers had left for the night by now? Illyria noticed his look and blinked when she noticed the time. Realising she had probably more than out stayed her welcome in the mans bedroom she rubbed her thighs.
"I better, get going." She laughed nervously, brushing her hair behind her ears as she inched to the edge of the bed. 17 made no movements, just watched her intently. That heated excitement had been consuming him most the night, floating closer to the surface with every drink he had. Illyria shifted under his intense stare. She had no idea what was running through his mind, but the way he looked at her, did something to her insides.
"Tonight hasn't been all bad. Thanks for letting me crash your quiet time." She said, reaching over and placing her hand on top of his, giving it a small squeeze. She noticed the bandage and gently ran her thumb over it.
"Get Bulma to look at this properly in the morning ok?" 17 did not move. He was completely immobilized from her touch. Worried that if he were to move, it would shatter the very little self control he had left. His heart was pounding in a fast rhythm in his chest. He swallowed thickly, meeting Illyria's eyes again. His breathing stopped.
He took a long, slow, deep breath, releasing it in a long sigh and woman tilted her head to the side.
"17? Are you alright?"
"Yeah... just tired." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Illyria laughed.
"What happened to all that stamina, huh?" she teased. And then she moved away, standing up. The minute she did she stumbled. Quick as a flash 17 was at the edge of the bed and before he could stop himself, his hands were at Illyria's waist, holding her upright.
"Are you alright?" he asked and she laughed again.
"My legs have gone dead from sitting on them too long. I'll be alright, I just need a minute." She slowly sat back down beside 17 as he chuckled. She was too close for comfort, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Her body radiated a heat as she settled next to him that he felt comforting. It had been a long time since he had felt another person's warmth on his pressed against his body.
17's mind began to swim with possibilities, none of them clean. He turned his head slightly to look at the beauty beside him. Without even thinking his hand reached out and brushed her hair out of her face. It was so soft. So silky and smooth.
"Are you sure you're not too drunk?" he asked playfully and she looked into his eyes. They were focused as she gazed at him. But she didn't respond. Her eyes locked onto his. 17 was lost in her eyes. Mesmerising pools of emerald green locked onto his. It felt as if time had stood still. He felt his hand slip to her cheek, cupping her face tenderly. She closed her eyes softly, clearly enjoying the tender touch. Skin so soft, so warm. His thumb gently caressed her skin as he watched her. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she reached her hand up, taking 17's wrist in her hand gently. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes flickered to his lips for a split second.
Something in him snapped. All rational thought went flying out of the window as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. They were warm and soft against his slightly cooler ones, the remnants of whiskey still present. She pressed a little closer to him, urging him forward, the grip on his wrist tightening and his heart exploded.
He pressed back, lips parting slowly as he pulled her a little closer with the hand that cupped her face, sliding it to her neck. He felt her tremble against him, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as he continued to deepen the kiss.
Illyria began to react, releasing his wrist and reaching to the back of his head, tentatively pulling him closer, her fingers running through his ebony locks. 17 smirked at her unpredictable eagerness but responded in kind, sliding his other hand around her waist, pulling her flush against him. A hand came up to rest at his chest as she allowed herself to be pulled into the deep kiss, that was fast becoming less tender and more passionate. She felt the man's tongue gently touch her slightly parted lips, asking permission for entrance to her mouth. She granted him access, parting her lips a little more as she dragged the palm of her hand from his chest to his neck, finger gently brushing against his ear as she clung to him.
He held her tightly in his arms, taking advantage by slipping his tongue into her mouth. Immediately she brushed her own slick muscle against his, causing the man against her to groan so softly she almost missed it. 17 took her waist in both of his hands now, pulling her forward with force and positioning her on his lap.
She faltered for a moment, breath hitching against his lips but he soothed her, running his fingers through her hair softly before resting at the back of her head. Illyria felt her body relax with his touches, softly resting her hands on his shoulders, gripping him gently. She felt his fingers tighten softly in her hair as he continued to deepen their kiss. She was totally overwhelmed, and 17 was even more far gone. Illyria felt so good against him, perched on his lap, pressed so close to his body, lips moving wantonly against his own, hands holding onto him for dear life.
Illyria moved, gliding her hands down the hard chest of 17, delighting in the slight shake of his breathing, the rapid beating of his heart beneath her hand. Dipping her hands even lower she trailed them across his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his clothing flex under her touch. She slipped the tips of her fingers underneath the material, grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt. She tugged it, exposing just an inch of the creamy flesh underneath before 17's hands grabbed her wrists and he pulled back sharply, gasping slightly.
"Illyria..." she stopped, a moment of panic invading her. She was sure he wanted this just as much as she did. She swallowed, her throat suddenly becoming very dry in her worry.
"Apologies... I-I've overstepped..." she whispered. 17 felt her shift, making to get off his lap and one of his hands shot out to the base of her back, ceasing her movements. He steadied his breathing as he tried to collect his thoughts. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Why he was doing any of the things he was doing. Why had he kissed her? Why was he stopping her? Why was he refusing to let her go?
Illyria looked down at the man she was straddling. Her own mind in turmoil. Just what did he want? She fiddled nervously with the hem of his sweater and when his eyes finally lifted to meet hers, she was met with the beautiful ice blue orbs, completely filled with lust. She felt her lips twist into a tiny smile and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his as her lips took his in another demanding kiss. His hand grazed up her spine, making her whimper softly against him as his fingers tangled in her hair and his other hand sought out her waist, hand gliding across the heated flesh tantalisingly. His lips left hers and he swallowed.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice dripping with want, deeper than usual. Illyria nodded her head against him.
"Yes." Was her immediate reply as she crashed their lips together again, hands gripping his sweater and lifting it, successfully discarding it from his body this time. She dropped it to the side and brought her hands to either side of his neck, brushing his hair to the side as she continued to kiss him. 17's tongue danced with hers, one hand tightening at her waist as she reached down and grabbed his belt.
He smiled against her lips, enjoying her desperation as she pulled the belt open, fingers deftly going to the buttons of his jeans. Deciding she was wearing far too many clothes, he slowly stroked the tips of his fingers up her waist and across her ribcage, making Illyria freeze and quiver. She let out a shaky sigh against his lips as his fingers ghosted over the thin material of her revealing top. Hooking his fingers underneath she raised her arms, allowing him to pull it from her body.
His lips immediately latched onto her neck as he dropped her top, his hand stroking from her collarbone, over the fabric of her bra and back to her side. Sliding both hands behind her back he swiftly undid her bra, traipsing his fingertips around to her straps and slowly brushing them from off her shoulders. His teeth grazed her neck and she let her head fall back, giving him more access. He smiled against her skin as he removed her bra, pulling it from her body and dropping it to the floor. One hand supported her back as she arched against him, the other slid along her waist, seemingly unable to get enough of the soft skin there.
He bit gently at the her neck, testing the waters and her breathing hitched again. He smiled more. Illyria laced her fingers into his hair, tugging gently before bringing his lips back to hers and kissing him vehemently. Her hands ran across his ivory skin. His toned body heated from their activities. She slipped a hand between them, continuing her ministrations on his buttons, hands grazing against the growing bulge in his jeans.
She palmed his cock through the rough material and he groaned openly into her mouth, the action unexpected and incredibly pleasurable. He swiftly changed their positions, all but throwing her off him and onto the bed as he stood and looked at her. Her long auburn hair fell over the soft mounds of her breasts and she smiled at him coyly.
"You're quite insufferable." He commented, unbuttoning the last few buttons of his jeans , an eyebrow arching as he watched the woman take her bottom lip between her teeth. She smiled more, moving towards the edge of the bed and reached for him. She pulled him closer, hand ghosting over the waistband of his jeans as she looked up at him. He reached forward and stroked her face tenderly. She pressed her lips to his lower abdomen, feeling his muscles tense as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, inching them down slowly. Her tongue darted out to taste the skin underneath, relishing when he shivered as she dragged her tongue along the skin, still working on his jeans at an agonisingly slow pace.
She felt his hand fist in the back of her hair, pulling tightly at the small hairs at the back of the neck. The tiny prick of pain got her blood boiling, her heart pumping harder and harder. She felt scorching hot flesh brush against her chin and realised 17's jeans were now at his calves. She looked up at him with the most seductive eyes he had every seen and he almost gasped at the beautiful sight before him. He slowly released the grip on her hair, realising he may have been gripping too tightly, and brought his hand to her face. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he ran his thumb over her swollen and bruised lips.
She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, tenderly kissing the digit against her skin, successfully distracting him as she reached up and took hold of his cock. 17 threw his head back and hissed in pleasure as she began to stroke his shaft, legs threatening to buckle. Illyria took a moment to admire the man before her. The way his lithe but toned body arched into her touch, his muscles rippling gently. He really was impressive to look at, in all aspects. His cock was both long and thick, the head dribbling a small amount of pre cum as she continued her ministrations.
Without even thinking she leaned her head down, popping the tip of his swollen dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head to taste the clear liquid. 17's reaction was intense and immediate. His hand gripping almost viciously in her hair while his other hand dug mercilessly into her shoulder, a loud and jagged groan spilling from his lips.
Illyria only smiled around him, looking up at him with those beautiful absinthe eyes and took more of the flesh into her mouth, making 17 convulse. She was truly a sight to behold. He had to close his eyes, otherwise he was certain he would come there and then from the sight of her swallowing his cock.
"Fuck..." he breathed out, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to control his breathing. Illyria wasted no time in getting to work, dragging her lips back over the searing skin, kissing the tip softly before dragging her tongue down the underside of his shaft, feeling his cock twitch from the attention. She wrapped her lips back around him and continued sucking on him, desperate to give him as much pleasure as possible.
She took as much as she could into her mouth and then rested both hands on his thighs as she forced herself forward, swallowing the remaining few inches, forcing him to the back of her throat.
"Ah! Argh..." she smiled, delighted that she could pull these kinds of noises from the man who seemed so cold and distant just hours ago. She continued the action, repeating it again and again. On the fifth time, she gagged, momentarily forgetting to relax her throat. 17 saw stars, letting out the sexiest groan she had ever heard. Encouraged, Illyria continued, occasionally gagging around his thick dick. Unable to control himself 17 began to ever so gently thrust his hips. Illyria noticed his tentativeness and grabbed his hips hard in both hands, slamming him forcefully into her mouth, trying to silently convey that he didn't need to be so gentle with her. Taking the hint 17 began to thrust harder and faster, gripping Illyria's hair harder and snapping his hips back and forth into her waiting mouth. She moaned at his roughness, apparently not deterred in the slightest.
When he suddenly pulled out of her mouth she gasped for air and looked at him with eyes blown wide with lust. He was panting, his body glistening from a thin layer of sweat. He locked eyes with her and took her hand, placing it to his aching cock. She pumped him slowly, confused.
"Why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly. His eyes were shut in pleasure as her hand moved up and down his shaft.
"I'm close." He whispered. That just confused Illyria even more. He looked at her and noticed her confused expression as she slowed the movements of her hand even more. He growled, feeling his orgasm fading.
"Yeah? That was sort of the point wasn't it?" she teased a little but her question was serious. 17 blinked and his brows furrowed slightly at her.
"What... you want..?" she nodded her head as she smiled back up at him, quickly replacing her hand with her mouth again, trailing kisses up and down his shaft.
"Don't stop me again." She warned, enveloping his cock in her sweet hot mouth again. She picked up exactly where she had left off, practically sucking the soul out of him and 17 laced his fingers back in her hair, guiding her. He felt his release building back up again. He was unsure, but lust was driving him forward. She hummed around his throbbing length, enjoying every second that he rammed into her mouth.
17 was lost in pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before. His wife had only done this to him once, claiming she didn't like the taste and if he was honest, it was very half-assed compared to this.
"Illyria... I'm close..." he ground out, he gripped her hair tightly and very slightly pulled her head back.
"Look at me." He commanded and her eyes opened, locking onto piercing blue as he continued to thrust his length down her throat. She didn't look away for a second, holding his steely gaze, hypnotised by the sight above her. He pulled back from her throat into her mouth and stilled and she felt his seed shoot into her mouth. She began to slowly move her head, still holding his gaze as she milked him for all he had, helping him ride out his orgasm and making his eyes flutter closed. His breath came out in long, hard pants, loud moans spilling from his precious lips. Swallowing the liquid in her mouth she ran her tongue against the flesh, his body quivering.
He opened his eyes and saw she was still gazing at him when she slowly pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a soft kiss. Without missing a beat, 17 leaned over her, taking her mouth with his own, and reached for her leggings. He practically ripped them from her body in his hunger and she smiled at his eagerness.
"Hey easy there big guy, I'll need clothes in the morning." She teased as he repositioned her on the bed, lying her head now on his pillows and hovering above her. A look that was pure predatory in his eyes.
"Shut up." Was all he responded with before he kissed her passionately, his tongue gliding across hers. Moving to attack her neck with his mouth she let out keening whimpers, moaning loudly when he bit sharply at her neck before sucking and caressing the tender skin with his tongue. His free hand brushed over her right nipple, making her flinch from the unexpected contact and gasp. He smiled. She was incredibly receptive, something he wasn't very familiar with. Deciding he liked all the little sounds she was making he moved his hand lower, dipping his head to plant soft kisses across her breasts before taking an erect bud into his mouth.
As he teased her, he slipped his hand in between her legs, finger dragging over the thin material covering her pussy. She pushed her hips further into the mattress, arching the small of her back as she moaned softly. 17 froze, realising just how excited she was. He kissed just above her nipple.
"You're soaked." He commented, eyes looking up at her with mild amusement. She flushed, biting her bottom lip as he teasingly dragged his finger up and down her covered slit. He smiled, moving to take the lobe of her ear in between his teeth, flicking it teasingly with his tongue.
"Did sucking me off get you this excited?" Illyria's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. The dirty talk coming from him turning her on more than she ever thought possible. He kissed gently just behind her ear.
"Did you enjoy me fucking your face, Illyria? Hm?" His voice whispered and she groaned loudly. Fuck, she needed him right now. She turned to face him and smashed their lips together, biting firmly at his bottom lip in warning. He just chuckled at her.
"Someone's getting impatient." But regardless he started kissing down her body, fingers dipping below the waistband of her panties and pulling them down, Illyria lifting her hips to aid his ministrations. His tongue teased at the sensitive skin of her stomach as he slowly and softly rubbed a finger over her dripping wet pussy. Soft gasps and gentle whimpers spilled uncaringly from her parted lips and 17 enjoyed watching her slowly come undone before his eyes. If he thought she were beautiful before, she was downright stunning like this.
He kissed her stomach again, noticing how her body twitched. He dipped his finger into her slick entrance, watching as her eyes widened slightly, another moan tearing from her throat. Pressing deeper he curled his finger, only just brushing against the sweet spot inside her, stroking her insides. She practically screamed when he pressed a second finger inside her, copying the same motions. He bit playfully at her hip, making her jump.
"Hey, are you trying to wake the kids?" he teased and Illyria bit her lip, hard, a desperate attempt to muffle her moans. 17 smiled and continued to flex his fingers, kissing further down the slender body beneath him.
He sat up and removed his fingers from her pussy. Illyria sighed softly from the loss and looked at the man in front of her. He locked eyes with her before he brought his hand up to his face, licking his fingers clean from her juices. Illyria nearly had a heart attack. He let out a small pleasured hum.
"You taste delicious, Illyria." He grabbed her legs and lifted them, forcing them apart. He admired the goddess in front of him for a moment. Hair splayed across his pillow, chest heaving, face flushed, hips shifting, pussy soaking wet. She was pure perfection. He smiled at her deviously as he leaned down, dropping his head down in between her legs.
He slowly ran the length of his tongue over her pulsating core, keeping his tongue flat and relaxed as it slipped over her clit. She screamed, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and he smirked. Dragging his tongue down and back up again he continued to throw her into euphoria. Then his skilled tongue began targeting her clit, steady, precise movements that made her quiver and roll her hips. He placed a gentle kiss to her over sensitive bud and then wrapped his lips around it, suckling so gently as his tongue ran over it with speed.
Illyria was a train wreck. She could barely keep herself contained as 17 did the most incredible things to her body. She groaned again loudly, her hands gripping the pillow she was lying on, desperate to hold on to something, anything. He hummed softly, the vibrations causing her vision to blur.
"I'm... I'm close..." she managed to whisper, but 17 continued, not even pausing for a second. She felt her release approaching, her whole body stiffened and she came hard, shaking uncontrollably. An animalistic cry ripped from her throat as she rode out her orgasm, 17 slowing his actions and causing her body to spasm of it's own accord. He slowly moved away, and crawled back up to Illyria, his eyes hungry for more.
Illyria kissed him and pulled him closer. She felt his hard cock brush against her thigh and brought her legs up to reposition him, reaching down she ran a hand between her legs before wrapping it around his twitching dick. 17 groaned into her mouth, the action and feeling taking him completely by surprise. He bit softly at her lip and moved back to fiercely attack her neck as she pumped him, hand slick from her own juices.
He pressed forward slightly, his tip just touching her opening and he gazed down at her. She smiled at him hungrily, rolling her hips up and he pressed his lips to hers as he completely sheathed himself inside her.
Illyria threw her head back, gasps pouring from her sweet lips and 17 grit his teeth, body trembling above hers at the overwhelming feeling. He swallowed thickly and slowly pulled back before thrusting back inside her heat. He reached up, taking Illyria's hand in his, intertwining their fingers and pinning the back of her hand to the pillow as he lifted himself up a little, slowly picking up speed.
Illyria wrapped a leg around his back, pulling him in harder. But she could tell he was holding back. The look of concentration on his face a dead give away. With her free hand she gripped his hair and brought his face close to hers.
"Please... don't go easy on me..." she whispered. Android 17 stilled for a second as he looked into her eyes. He licked his lips.
"I don't want to hurt you." He responded honestly. Illyria smiled softly, stroking his face tenderly and then her smile turned challenging.
"I beg you to try." She teased. 17 raised an eyebrow at her overly confident attitude, smirk playing on his features.
"Alright." His voice was it's usual calm tone and it made Illyria excited. "But just remember you asked for it." He warned and she smiled as she squeezed his hand in reassurance. He brought one of her legs up over his shoulder, one hand still holding hers and the other fisted roughly in the back of her hair.
And then he slammed into her unrelentingly.
Their moans and ragged breathing filled the whole room and probably beyond, bliss taking over both of them. His grip tightening in her hair and on her hand, almost enough to crush her bones. It was then he remembered that she wasn't human. She was a Saiyan. And one from the most powerful universe in all of existence. He didn't need to hold back with her, because she was more than likely even more powerful than him.
The strength and speed he used to fill her with made Illyria weak. She was drowning in ecstasy, never had she felt anything like this before. She tried to cover her mouth to muffle her cries of pure pleasure but 17 took her hand, holding it in the same way he held her other one.
"Don't you dare." He hissed against her cheek, kissing her forcefully before pulling back away. He loved hearing her like this, practically screaming his name like it was the only thing she remembered. Their bodies were slick with sweat, 17 was pounding into her without restraint, slamming into her g-spot every time, mouth biting and sucking ravenously at her neck.
She could feel herself starting to lose control. The way 17 was fucking her was making her come undone in more ways than one. She squeezed his hands tightly, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and then she felt her power erupt as she ascended, shattering through her orgasm at the same time, practically howling in exquisite pleasure.
17 felt an overwhelming heat envelope his entire body, he felt the already ridiculously tight walls around his cock tighten even more, almost to the point of causing pain. His lips fell from her neck as he was forced over the edge, his climax hitting him hard.
"Fuck!" he came deep inside her, rocking his hips as he rode out his orgasm and eventually he stilled, fighting to catch his breath.
He turned his attention to the woman beneath him and his eyes widened slightly at the sight. A golden aura surrounded her. Her usually beautiful auburn hair was a bright blonde, and seemed to have a mind all of it's own. Her green eyes, now a stunning blue. He realised he was staring and blinked, tiniest of smirks on his face.
"Are you alright?" he asked, reaching up and playing with one of her golden bangs. She chuckled wholeheartedly and took a few deep breaths, reverting back to her previous state, her hair drooping and all of her natural colours returning. The heat radiating from her gone, now only her natural body heat warming his skin.
"Sorry... that's never happened before." She admitted and 17 chuckled, leaning forward and kissing her deeply. Illyria gave his hand a light squeeze and he kissed her neck softly.
"I'm flattered." He teased and she clicked her tongue at him.
"Shut up." She shot back and 17 rolled away, lying on his back by her side. Without his warmth, Illyria suddenly became very cold. She turned to look at 17, who for a moment looked lost in thought.
"Do... you want me to leave?" his head snapped towards her and he frowned a little. She appeared nervous all of a sudden. He offered her a small smile.
"No don't be silly. Get in bed." And he reached for the covers, covering them both. Illyria relaxed again, shuffling closer to the android and he smiled as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on his chest. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Illyria let out a yawn and he smiled.
"Tired are we?" he jested and she nudged him back playfully.
"Oh and like you're not?" she bit back but he shrugged.
"I can go another few rounds." Her head snapped up to look at him as he smirked down at her, reaching up to stroke her face tenderly. Her eyes widened a little as realization dawned on her.
"Oh, you're not kidding..." He has limitless stamina. He only smiled more and kissed her again.
"Don't worry. I'm good for now." She chuckled and closed her eyes.
"So, do you like... not need sleep? If you never run out of energy?" 17 began to caress her shoulder softly, drawing random patterns on her soft skin.
"I don't need it. But I like to sleep sometimes. Just like I don't need food, but I still enjoy it." She let out a small noise in understanding and snaked an arm around his waist, sighing deeply.
"I need sleep." She mumbled quietly and 17 was pretty sure she was already dozing off. Typical Saiyan. He looked down at her relaxed, beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing steady. Reaching into her hair he kissed the top of her head and continued to hold her as she slept.
When Illyria awoke, 17 was sleeping beside her, arm wrapped loosely around her waist. She smiled softly at what must be a rare sight and leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead before tip toeing out of bed, throwing on some clothes and heading downstairs.
She was starving.
Bulma and Vegeta sat at the kitchen table with a huge breakfast laid out. Bulma's twinkling eyes set into an almost cold stare when she saw Illyria. She smiled at her, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Good morning. Help yourself to breakfast." She indicated to the spread in front of her and Illyria smiled softly.
"Oh thank god, I am starving." She said as she grabbed a plate and sat down, picking at all the delicious looking food and making herself a plate. Bulma smirked.
"Yeah I bet. I know how you Saiyan's can get. Especially after such a long night." Illyria froze while popping half a pancake in her mouth. Her eyes met with Bulma's and the woman tilted her head to the side, face straight. Vegeta tutted at his wife, glaring at her.
"Bulma!" he hissed and the blunette rolled her eyes at her scolding husband.
"I'm just saying! You Saiyan's appetites are off the charts already. Plus, I think it's pretty obvious what she was up to last night." Bulma pointed to her neck and Illyria's eyes widened as she reached up, desperately trying to cover her neck with her hair, not realising there were any marks there to begin with. Vegeta rolled his eyes at his fellow Saiyan.
"It's a bit pointless doing that now woman, should have thought about that before you let this one see them. Now you're going to have to face a hundred awkward questions." He said. He always sounded so angry. Illyria bit her lip and scratched the back of her head nervously. She hadn't felt this uncomfortable in a long while.
"A hundred questions about what?" a cool voice sounded from behind Illyria and she cried a little inside. 17 appeared and sat down beside her, reaching for the jug of water and pouring himself a glass. Illyria watched him but he paid no mind. Practically downing his glass and pouring himself a second as he looked between Bulma and Vegeta.
"What did I miss?" he asked casually. Everyone remained silent. Apparently it was ok to make fun of Illyria, but nobody dare breach the subject with Android 17. His eyes turned to Illyria, who blushed and looked away from his gaze instantly. 17 nodded softly, realising that the subject was probably about him.
"I'm assuming you have some questions?" he asked, turning his attention back to Bulma and Vegeta. Vegeta snorted.
"I don't give a damn." Bulma pressed her lips together and 17 cocked an eyebrow at her, urging her to talk. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. 17 ran a hand through his hair.
"Look... it's really not what it looks like." Vegeta scoffed again but continued to just listen, looking nowhere in particular. Bulma frowned a little.
"17... you're a married man." She reminded him and he sighed. Illyria suddenly realised why this was being made into such a big deal. Nobody knew he was divorced! They thought she was sleeping with a married man!
"No. No I'm not." Bulma blinked and even Vegeta looked towards the android. 17 sighed again.
"Hannah left me three years ago. The divorce was finalised last year." Bulma covered her mouth in shock.
"17... what happened? I thought you guys were cruising around the world and..."
"Yeah, we were. Turns out while we were cruising around the world, she was doing a little cruising herself. She met some other guy, got pregnant and left." Vegeta frowned, clicking his tongue.
"Typical human for you, always said the female species of the human race couldn't be trusted." Bulma whacked him for that, hard, but he didn't budge.
"What about the kids?" Bulma asked and 17 cleared his throat.
"Hannah... started to become very difficult once the divorce was finalised. She took the kids obviously, when she left. But since everything became final, she's made it harder and harder for me to see them. I haven't seen them now in six months." Bulma made a sympathetic face towards 17 and stood, walking over and hugging the man. He did not look amused by that, almost wincing a little at the unwanted contact. And Vegeta looked equally as unamused.
"Why on earth didn't you say anything?" she asked as 17 finally managed to pry her away. He shrugged, but offered her no answer.
"But anyway, no, I'm not married. So can you stop now?" Bulma nodded her head and stood, clearing her plate and took Vegeta's.
"I wasn't finished woman!" he shouted but Bulma just giggled at him and kissed his cheek before walking off. 17 and Illyria both smiled at the amusing display before Vegeta grit his teeth and stormed off outside, presumably to go and train.
Illyria let out a small sigh and 17 looked at her, watching her play with her food.
"That was a tad awkward." She commented and he smiled, watching her intently. She glanced at him and blushed a little.
"You're staring." She commented.
"I am." She smiled and shook her head.
"Why?" then he leaned forward, cupping her face and pressing his lips against hers in a soft tender kiss. He shook his head.
"No reason." He said, pulling back and finishing his water before he stood up.
"I need to go and see 18, explain about my disappearing act last night. You're here for the weekend, right?" Illyria nodded.
"Good." He leaned down and kissed her again, stroking her face softly.
"I'll see you when I get back." And with that he turned and left. Illyria smiled to herself. This was far from what she expected when she came to visit earth, but she was more than happy with how it was turning out.
Gosh I haven't written anything like this in soooo long! Sorry if I'm a little rusty!
Reviews make me warm inside
I am working on other stories at present but also happy to take requests!
All the love xXx