A/N: You're probably wondering where the hell are the lemons right now, as that is part of the summary. Well, the introductions are over and now we can get juicy! But trust me: when I said all of the young Saiyans, which means Trunks, Goten, Pan, and Bra, there will be no incense! Confused by this? Just read on. Oh, and for all of you who thought this was just R, it now just got to be NC-17! The few chapters after these 3 sober it down, so ha!
P.S. Unfortunately, I do not own any part of DragonBall. Sad, ain't it? Want updates? E-mail me at saiyanjameta@yahoo.com
Dark Season
"Death she is, but life she gives."
Chap. 2- Amethyst and Ebony
Rest does not come easily to the ascended warrior that night. He constantly tosses in bed, visions of a fruitful young woman with the midnight hour as her hair, pale moonlight skin, blood lips, and fiery emerald eyes clouding his mind. Finally, he rises, throws on a pair of slacks, and flies out into the black. The only thing on his mind is getting away from…from something that is restraining him at the ship. Who or what he does not know. Relying on his instinct, he drifts through the night. Finally, he lands at the entrance to a cave far from the base.
After wandering the cavern for a small amount of time, Trunks comes upon a decorated blanket draped over a portal. Cautiously, he pulls it away and steps into a candle-lit chamber. The rock walls are adorned with strange, yet oddly recognizable animal skins and red markings. Toward the canter of the back rests what resembles a bed. Thoughts of sleep override the urge to retrieve the paper from the day before and draw him to the soft mass. Flopping down, the weary half-Saiyan begins his decent into slumber, no bothering to think about who or what this room belongs to.
Just as he is about to loose consciousness, the large mattress shifts from another being pressing on it. The young man lifts his head and crawls back in surprise: sitting on the edge of the bed is the girl from his dreams. Her sparkling gaze sends him into a trace as he stares into them, and he begins to reach for her black mane, forgetting any chance of danger; what harm could such a beauty do to him?
Dried blood upon her chest awakens Trunks from his daze, and he rolls onto his knees, startling her. She oddly twists herself, and looses her balance, falling back beside him. The repairing flesh tears with her movement, causing her to give a small yelp as the sting of the air touches the sensitive tissue. Carefully, he leans over her, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Geeze, what happened to you?" questions the amethyst-top, examining the wound. Ashe continues to scan her for any other injuries, he notices the swollen ankle, and puts two and two together.
"It's you," he breathes, a look of puzzlement washing over him, "But, you're a woman!"
The smaller fighter turns her face away, attempting to hide any emotions that have overcome her now. Her breathing is slow and ragged; the harm done to her is obviously much worse than it appears. A small fire burns within her eyes, yet it seems to be barely smoldering.
Cautiously, the Earthman begins to rise; it is possible she is putting on an act so she could easily dispose of him. But why? Even Saiyans have a good reason to track someone down and kill them.
Then again, this individual wasn't hunting him- he had chased her and let himself in to her home uninvited. If she was planning on attacking him she had an upright cause to: he had probably violated her territory and was merely defending it. With that in mind, the royal warrior can't blame her for anything and decides her should just get as far away as possible as soon as he can.
A delicate hand pulls him back down, gradually brining their faces a breath apart. Softly, her lips grace his as her other hand runs gently through his hair. Something about this motion gives Trunks a gut feeling that he'd forever regret leaving. The sense of peril dissipates as he returns the kiss and rises again, this time making it to his feet.
"I'm going to help you," assures the Saiyan no Ouji as he comes to the side of the bed. Removing the capsule case from one of his pockets, he opens one of his Hoi-pois containing a First-Aide kit.
"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," he continues to comfort as he unrolls a cylinder of gauze and begins to wrap it around her chest. The young man bites his own lip as she winces from its touch, and heaves a sigh of relief when the first set of bandages is complete. Next, he carefully rubs on a cooling ointment over the thin layer before adding another, thicker covering. He treats her ankle in the same fashion, and then sits down beside her, the adequate-doctor's work completed. The female's breathing seems to be easier and looks very calm for having an absolute stranger in her own home.
Without thinking, Trunks leans over and locks lips with the youthful fighter. She sequentially places a hand on his back and pulls him down upon her. His mind set adrift, all he can think of is wishing that this moment will never end, this moment of pure bliss and peace between him and another. Unfortunately, it has to conclude: her soft moan breaks his trance and he reels back, embarrasses of his thoughts and actions.
"I don't even know her name!" thinks the half-Saiyan, moving away, "What if she already has a mate, and he walked in? He'd probably tear me limb from limb!"
A spark of anger lights the other's eyes and before he can react, she roughly grabs and yanks him back down to the mattress. Climbing on top of him so he won't try to get away again, she grins evilly and bends over to playfully nip the tip of his nose. Her companion blinks rapidly in surprise, but doesn't make any sort of move.
"What the heck is she doing?!" the lavender-mane warrior yells in his head.
"She is doing as she must," responds the dark voice within.
"What?" he questions, but the answers flood to the front of his mind, as if someone had unlocked and area of memory lost long ago.
Or had been passed on through blood and is now revealing itself, for with words come flashes of his ancestors; this is not some hit-and-run relationship. This is part of his heritage.
Saiyans are akin to humans, his thoughts begin suddenly, yet they are not truly the same. Appearance is similar, along with sense and emotion, and both species have a male and female gender. Breeding with the two separate genuses is possible, though something deep within the ancestry in the Saiyans prevents this- the spirit of fight.
It is in all Saiyans' blood to seek-out a life-mate when their subconscious feels ready. Thus, the animal side of the individual takes over to select the best partner, both physically and mentally, as the more "human" nature may complicate the matters. Fighting is crucial at this time, though it has been their whole lives: young learn for play and entertainment, and such skills become useful when they are adults, as they are now hunting for their own offspring and protecting their own prey-grounds (A/N: Ha ha ha…prey-grounds…yeah, whatever, I don't care…). But for those maturing into the time of choosing a mate, combat determines who will be with whom. Males will generally track down a desired female and challenge them to a duel. If she wins, she has the option to be his or reject him, and vice-versa. This way, the strongest are paired together and the kin lines stay clean.
"That explains why Goku married Chi-Chi, and Gohan Videl," Trunks mentally notes, "But what about my mom? She isn't a fighter."
But she has a strong will and great pride like one. Besides, has your father ever seemed normal?
The Saiyan prince shrugs and comes back to reality, finding himself back on top of the pureblood. His subconscious must have taken over while he was being briefed on the history of the matter. No point in stopping; yet, something inside him wants to go slowly, to savor the experience, and he gently wets her lips. As he looks deeply into her shimmering emerald pools, he is only able to think of how beautiful she is.
"What is you name?" he breathes, forgetting that she may not understand English.
"Hinagiku," she murmurs with a small accent foreign to him, running her hands down his spine, making the hair on his back stand.
Her voice, he thinks, it's so angelic, yet, Earthly. So calming, so soft…like a lullaby…
Gently, he pushes his arms under her, forcing them closer together. Trunks carefully opens her mouth and darts his tongue in. A few seconds later, he melts into her; realization of her action comes slowly, but the knowledge makes her attention to him even more pleasurable: two delicate fingers had skipped down to the spot where his tail would be and started to massage the tender area. The feeling granted by this is enormous and somewhat intoxicating; no doubt Vegeta would seriously disapprove of this.
The other hand was struggling to remove his jeans. This fact enlivens him, and he quickly retracts his arms, placing his hands on the band of his slacks as he stands on his knees.
"Geeze, you don't even know my name and you want a piece of me!" he smirks.
"Trunks!" she giggles, playfully knocking him down.
"And I better only hear that name being screamed out!" he laughs and scrambles back into his previous position, then undoes the silver tab and copper zipper. Smiling wickedly, the female grabs his hands when they are finished and places them on her chest, proceeding to move them so they remove her small leather top.
The no Ouji's jaw drops as he goes into a state of shock when the brown covering is carelessly tossed away. Hinagiku chortles again and pulls him down, resting his head on resting his head on her bare chest. Regaining his senses, he sucks on one of her pink nipples while softly pinching the other. Her pleasant moans stimulate his hardening package as he continues his ministrations, switching quickly to give her no rest. There is no going back for either of them now.
Time was moreover flying by them or crawling around on it stomach as the duo move on to the next faze. Slowly, the female pulls down his tight pants, relieving the strain on his stiffening pride. For once, she goes into her own spell when she sights his black briefs with a more-than-slightly bulging front. Trunks takes this opportunity to shed her auburn skirt and press his abdomen against her. The faint candlelight flickers as his own final garment pitched freely away.
"Has anyone told you how strikingly beautiful you are?" whispers the young man into his partner's ear.
"Thousands upon thousands of men have marveled at my face," she answers, "But none have ever lived to get this close to me."
At this, he unconsciously tests that he is actually there, truly on the verge of losing his virginity with this woman, who had just remarked that she could have killed him for approaching her. Yet, she hadn't, and only because of his stupid curiosity had he made it here; once more, that questioning side leads him into passion, and he kisses her petal lips.
"How many women have ever told you how deliciously sweet you are to the tastes?" continues Hinagiku in a hushed voice.
"None," he breathes hoarsely, his cock growing larger.
"Well," she smiles, partially because the touch of his heritage is invigorating every sexual aspect in her, "I have had many fine delicacies, but by far, my favorite is the small purple spheres of Earth which grow together is the most perfect bunches. But not one can ever match to their being-cousin, you, my mate."
The air seems to hang for a moment as a dead pause looms over them.
"I taste like grapes?" finally remarks the alien fighter, shattering the silence. Delightfully impure thoughts flood his head, all of which are based around a certain synonym for the fruit of the vines before shaking his head to throw them out, his lilac locks gracing her blushing face.
"You ruined my complement," Hinagiku sulks.
"No, I didn't!" her partner defends, "I just, well, thought it surprising!"
"And that is what spoiled it."
"Fine, I'm sorry," he pauses, then grins seductively, "My blood rose in the harvest moon's light."
The finely shaped onyx eyebrows rise with interest, and one of her slender fingers delicately graces his manhood, giving him one final adjustment to be fully prepared.
"I am ready," she sighs, looking deeply into his dark sapphire puddles.
Trunks takes a deep breath; was he ready, though? He had never been this intimate with anyone before. The prince will find out soon enough if he is. Locking lips with her, he braces the two of them and carefully pushes the tip in. His mate's body flinches, and he feels her body temperature jump dramatically. Moving his tongue faster in her mouth, he drives in further, his own inner heat rising, along with his heartbeat. The sensation he feels is like someone applying immense pressure to the whole of his arm and causing extreme pain.
Except the pain feels wonderful and it isn't his arm being squeezed. Farther he enters, the desirable torture ever increasing. Finally, he reaches both of their barriers of innocence. The other actor in this performance is breathing heavily, and sweat is already beginning to bead on her skin, but she is making no objections. He bites his lip and shoves hard, destroying their walls.
Hinagiku gags, tossing her head up and back into the cushions violently, while Trunks's eyes roll back in his head for a moment. Shaking it off, he wraps his arms around her, adding to the pressure between them. He can feel her all around him, so damp and snug; bucking his hips, he moves in an out, up and down instinctively. So his dad didn't talk to him at all about having sex. What did that matter when you were half of a barbaric species that obviously passed on the gear in their dark sides? Not to mention a full-blooded female to spark the memories! Vegeta could go screw Bulma again! This is great!
"You're…so~~~o…bi~~~~~g…!" cries the young woman, rocking her hips with him.
"You're…so…warm…" he grunts, a huge perverted smile growing from ear to ear on his face, "And…so…wet…"
"Ei oulm maul, ein Saiya-jin no Ouji," she continues in an ancient tongue, then translates, "I love you, my Saiyan Prince."
"Ei oulm maul," he repeats, "Ei oulm maul!"
The passion grows as the matured male thrusts harder and faster, unconsciously preparing for the upcoming orgasm. Perspiration drips off their bodies onto the bed, the light dimming with the lack of wick. Hands caress one another's flesh, while moans and shrieks add to the pleasure of the moment.
Suddenly, Trunks heaves hard, becoming a Super Saiyan. Hinagiku groans, and then counters his force by also transforming to a Golden Fighter. Being ascended warriors doubles the bliss and sting, and the young prince thrusts again, harder, and with more energy. His balls were beginning to become aggravated and sore, their purpose delayed by the changes.
Impatient, the animal side of the half-Saiyan sets in, forcing the alteration to SSJ5. His mate squeals with delight, the power emitting from him into her sending shivers through her entire body. In turn, she changes to her highest level. The kis of the two clash, building the friction between them to its maximum. Dropping all of his weight onto her and shoving his erected penis as far as it will go into her canal, Trunks spills all of his juices into her.
"TRUNKS!!!" she screams bloody-murder, thrashing her torso up and down for a second. He does not respond, his mind set on one thing: letting all of him into her. His mass stays on her until every last sperm is swimming inside her own body fluids.
"Oh…Trunks…" she sighs as he eases off and returns to normal, pushing himself back onto his hands. His heart had never raced so fast before, nor ever has a style of pulse like it is now; Hinagiku's pulse is exactly the same as she changes back to her more human likeness.
A rush of emotion jolts through him; everything that the half-breed had felt and is feeling was and is all his, for no other male to experience. He has to make sure that it will stay this way- his mate would never give in, but what if one tried to rape her? Silencing himself internally, he lets his ancestry tell him the way to prevent such a happening, to show others that she is his, and his alone.
Mark her.
Following orders, he slowly leans over and places his lips on her neck. The female giggles softly, shifting slightly, his stick still deep within her. Trunks growls pleasantly, and licks the soft skin. As she stretches, he sinks his canines into her flesh. Her simple yawn suddenly becomes a horrific scream and she attempts to shove him off. Unfazed, the Earth warrior throws his weight back onto her as he laps the spilling blood, causing a deep moan to escape her.
At last, he pulls out and rolls off to the side, but then yells sharply and turns on his stomach.
"Trunks?" his mate whispers, and crawls toward him.
A low groan answers her, causing worry to rush in. Carefully, the ebony-top fighter creeps over to her love's side. Blood is smeared on the animal-skin blankets and his backside. She gasps, and then tries to muffle her girlish laughter.
"What…is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.
"Oh, nothing," she answers with a grin, "You just grew a tail."
"A…tail?" reiterates the no Ouji, amazed at what she is telling him, then smiles humorously, "What…color…is it?"
"It would be the most handsome shade of violet, just like the locks of your mane, if not for all of that red fluid staining the hair. Unfortunately for you, there will be no more mounting again this night, nor tomorrow, for you need rest."
The full-blooded Saiyan strokes his hair, stretches, and rises off the mattress, while the new patient buries his face into the soft folds of fur, annoyed at himself for becoming too weak to 'ride'. She returns minutes later and takes him carefully in her arms.
"Now it is my turn to help you," the young woman smiles, her feet carrying them both to a corridor of the cave.
An iridescent light bounces playfully along the dripping walls. Only the falling drops of water ease the great silence around them, her padded stride making no sound around them. The calm atmosphere gives Trunks a serene feeling, relaxing every muscle in him. He turns his eyes from the vivid, varied, and colorful illuminations to on the stone ceiling to his mate's face. Here, the environment makes her seem like a gorgeous nymph of ancient Greek legends and he is a weary hero being taken to a safe reserve. Reassuring himself that she is real, the maturing prince gently places a hand on her cheek. She smiles lovingly and lifts him closer, pulling his arms around her neck, being cautious of her two wounds. His position now is like a mother carrying a small child.
Thoughts of Bulma race to him. His own mother had held he often; he wonders how she is doing now on Earth without all of them. Probably just fine, excluding the fact that no one is around. How is his father, the noble Saiyan who refuses to do chores or labor like everyone else, coping on this savage planet without any modern conveniences beyond the ship? And Goten, Bra, and Pan? What were they doing without him?
The touch of lukewarm water against his skin brings Trunks back to the unbelievable reality. Like an infant beginning to control his sight, his blue eyes wander the surroundings of the cavern. Hinagiku had brought him to an underground hot spring, the source of the cave's lights, and tenderly placed him in the pool. A fresh aroma of aqua mixed with various wild flowers flows freely with the steam that circles his head. His partner joins him in the spring and begins to pour the warm liquid over his upper body.
"What…are you…doing?" the young man questions.
"Cleansing you," she answers, reaching for an overhanging shelf and pulling down a cake of soap.
"I can wash myself," he states, starting to grab for the bar.
"But I wish to do it," she retorts, pushing his arm away.
The cake lathers easily, and soon her hands are massaging his scalp and rubbing his chest. He growls joyfully as she gently strokes his new tail, and brings her close, licking her face.
"Do not get carried away with your actions," warns the onyx enchantress, flicking his nose with a half-grin, "Tomorrow night, I promise you will have your way with me where you wish."
He heaves a heavy sigh, then takes her head and presses her face against his neck, where she bites into him, scarring him as her own, and drinks of his blood. The exchange is finished; all that remains and awaits them now is the future.
Hinagiku keeps her promise; after a day of lying on his stomach on a cliff overlooking a waterfall and the surrounding jungle, Trunks fulfills his desires in the secluded pool, and not just once. Repeatedly, he straddles and rocks with himself inside her flower, powering his seed into her womb. Periods of fatigue are short, as strength, energy and proper function return fast with his eager spirit. The end ultimately comes when rest refuses to give into the horny half-Saiyan's wild entertainment, and the exhausted male wraps his arms around his mate, pulls her close, and holds her, savoring the moment of them being entwined, but not going at it like animals as usual.
Time generally passes by this way; in the day, Trunks goes out into the humid forest hunting, while Hinagiku gathers, and at night they make love. Sometimes, the female gives into "a little morning fun", as she calls it. And with each day, they learn more and more about one another, causing them to fall deeper in love.
But Fate has never given a gift so easily to the Earthling in the past, and one day, a month since he had left the others, his new life is thrown off balance.
Trunks carefully draws the white arrow on the bow of energy, aiming it at his chosen prey. Not being able to see it didn't matter; his time spent with a true Saiyan had awaken his primeval instincts, both in bed and out. Closing one eye, he releases his dart, letting it fly silently to his victim. The creature is killed instantly and the hunter dashes toward it to claim his prize before any other creature can take it.
Just as he is leaning over to pick the carcass up, a sudden sensation overwhelms him. The young man straightens and stands for a while, trying to interpret the feeling's meaning. At last, he closes his eyes and takes off into the air, letting his emotions guide him, and taking the time to think over a few things.
The dreams I was having before…they were of Hinagiku, his mind contemplates, But why, no, how could I have so accurately see her and the motions e would take in my sleep when I didn't even know she existed? I don't know anyone who looks like her, and our actions are probably alien to any normal human couple.
And how did she guess my name correctly the first night we were together? Was it instinct? She couldn't have possibly known before. My Hinagiku looks like she's lived as a savage all her life.
He opens his eyes for a moment to look over himself. His outfit consists of shredded black pants and torn boots, nothing unusual to him now.
Of course, I look the same way. This is all to confusing…it must have been instinct, or show would have told me. So she's 19; that didn't seem to matter much to either of us when I asked…it was instinct that brought me here, I'm sure of it...but why am I having these feelings now?
Without warning, he flies straight into something. He curses in his developed ancient-Saiyan tongue, then flips backwards to see what he had knocked his head against. Trunks staggers away from the object when he recognizes the large, white, metal sphere as the ship that brought him here.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?! AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!?!?!" yells his father as the door to the vessel opens.
"Please, Vegeta, do not yell at him!!!" the Supreme Kai's voice pleads from behind, "He is not going to be himself! Shouting at him will most likely cause him to be more difficult!"
The younger no Ouji just stands there, eyes wide with shock, trembling with fear, but not of his father, nor of Shin; it is the fact that he may have to forever part with the one he loves above all: his Hinagiku.