A Twist of Fate-Chapter 7
Trista sighed as she wrapped a towel around herself. That felt SO good! She thought, smiling. She turned and let the water out of the bathtub, then grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her hair. She opened the door and made her way to the bed. Goku made it all up! That was nice of him! She started humming, unwrapping her hair and scrubbing it with the towel. When it was almost dry, she hung the towel on the post at the bottom of the bed. She then reached for her towel, almost letting it drop. She snatched it back up, hearing someone clear their throat. Trista slowly turned around. Goku!
"Goku! What are you still doing in my room?" she demanded, her cheeks burning.
Goku raised an eyebrow at the sight. Trista made a surprising good-looking package, if one can get passed that attitude! He mused. She did look good when she first came out of the shower, though. Her hair wet, drawn back from her face, cascading down her back. Her skin, glowing with a peachy tint. Goku sent her a little smile. Trista raised an eyebrow, fixing her towel so as not to show Goku anything. He grinned at this show of modesty, and stood. Then he swept a hand across the room.
"In case you haven't noticed, this isn't your room."
Trista looked around. Now seeing the little differences she was too preoccupied before to see. She could tell that this room had a masculine look to it. This was definitely not her room! Her gaze went back to Goku. He raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I thought, well you know."
Goku walked over and lifted her chin.
"Yes, and I'm sorry for not pointing that out sooner."
He grinned. Trista turned her head, causing Goku to lose contact with her. So this is how it's going to play! He mused. He liked a challenge just like any other saiyan. He stepped closer to her, watching for her reaction. When she didn't respond, he became bolder. He touched her cheek and turned her face back towards him. She kept her eyes on the floor, but her cheeks became red. He lifted her chin until her lips were inches from his own. She still kept her eyes on the floor. Trista shivered when she felt his breath against her mouth. Wherever his hand touched, she tingled. And when she felt his gaze on her lips, they started tingling too. Her tongue darted out and licked her suddenly dry lips. Goku groaned, and Trista looked up right before he crushed his lips to hers. Goku moaned when he tasted her lips. He gently traced her lips with his tongue, feeling her shiver. He could feel himself harden with need, and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the towel dropping between them. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, pausing at the small of her back before moving lower and cupping her bottom and raising her up. Trista instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to her. Goku leaned forward and laid Trista on top of the covers. He lifted his head, looking down at her. He then ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it out. Her hairs so silky, he thought. He looked at her face, flushed with desire. Her eyes glowed with need. She had her hands in his shirt, her fingers spread on his chest. He sighed. Not like this! I don't want it like this! He reached up and pulled her hands out from under his shirt. Trista's eyes widened. Goku straightened and took a step back. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it more meshed than it already was. Trista stood up, looking him in the eye. She grabbed the towel off the floor, and yanked it around herself. Then she looked back at him.
"What? Is that it? Make me aroused, then brush me off like it was nothing." She crossed her arms.
Goku sighed. "No Trista. I didn't want you this way."
Trista's mouth fell open, and then she started sputtering. She started flinging her arms.
"In which way Goku? Aroused? Willing? Ready? Take your pick!"
Goku sighed. "None. I mean.....I didn't want to make love to you without any kind of feeling."
Trista snorted. "Its just sex, Goku!"
Goku's lips narrowed into a slit. Then he narrowed his eyebrows. He balled his hands into fists.
Then he said stiffly, "Please come and tell me, Trista, when you are dressed and ready to leave." With that he strode to the door, going threw it, and closing it with a soft click.
He could have at least slammed it! Trista thought. It's unnerving how he thought of it as making love and not sex. Jeez!! We don't love each other, after all! She humphed and dropped the towel, quickly putting on her clothes. She sat on the bed, pulling on her shoes. Her brows furrowed in thought. I mean, it's not as if we even like each other. It was sweet what he did, bringing me to his house and everything. But that doesn't give him the right to think that that amounts to something. Well, her mind answered, you don't have the right either!
"Oh Shut Up!" she said, putting on her now dry top and heading for the door.
She silently made her way down the steps, stopping at the bottom. Not knowing which way to go, since she's never been in Goku's house. She was saved when she saw the front door through one of the doorways. She stepped down and headed for the door.
"Hey!" she said as someone grabbed her arm. She turned around.
Goku looked at her, tight lipped. Well, if he was going to be a jackass, then so am I. She thought, lifting her chin. Goku let go of her arm, and headed for the same door she was headed for. He opened it and stepped back, making a sweeping motion.
"Ladies first." He said as a muscle in his cheek twitched.
She raised her chin another notch. Then proceeded out the doorway. She could feel the air as it whooshed out as Goku slammed it. She humphed.
"Jackass!"
"I heard that!" he said from the other side of the door.
Trista gave the door an angry look. "Good!!!" she yelled.
Then she turned around, flying into the air, to her home. To Capsule Corporation. At least someone there will treat me with respect, she thought. She could still feel Goku's lips on hers. She gave a frustrated yell and flew faster, clearing her mind of Goku and everything else as she made her way towards home.
Trista sighed as she wrapped a towel around herself. That felt SO good! She thought, smiling. She turned and let the water out of the bathtub, then grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her hair. She opened the door and made her way to the bed. Goku made it all up! That was nice of him! She started humming, unwrapping her hair and scrubbing it with the towel. When it was almost dry, she hung the towel on the post at the bottom of the bed. She then reached for her towel, almost letting it drop. She snatched it back up, hearing someone clear their throat. Trista slowly turned around. Goku!
"Goku! What are you still doing in my room?" she demanded, her cheeks burning.
Goku raised an eyebrow at the sight. Trista made a surprising good-looking package, if one can get passed that attitude! He mused. She did look good when she first came out of the shower, though. Her hair wet, drawn back from her face, cascading down her back. Her skin, glowing with a peachy tint. Goku sent her a little smile. Trista raised an eyebrow, fixing her towel so as not to show Goku anything. He grinned at this show of modesty, and stood. Then he swept a hand across the room.
"In case you haven't noticed, this isn't your room."
Trista looked around. Now seeing the little differences she was too preoccupied before to see. She could tell that this room had a masculine look to it. This was definitely not her room! Her gaze went back to Goku. He raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I thought, well you know."
Goku walked over and lifted her chin.
"Yes, and I'm sorry for not pointing that out sooner."
He grinned. Trista turned her head, causing Goku to lose contact with her. So this is how it's going to play! He mused. He liked a challenge just like any other saiyan. He stepped closer to her, watching for her reaction. When she didn't respond, he became bolder. He touched her cheek and turned her face back towards him. She kept her eyes on the floor, but her cheeks became red. He lifted her chin until her lips were inches from his own. She still kept her eyes on the floor. Trista shivered when she felt his breath against her mouth. Wherever his hand touched, she tingled. And when she felt his gaze on her lips, they started tingling too. Her tongue darted out and licked her suddenly dry lips. Goku groaned, and Trista looked up right before he crushed his lips to hers. Goku moaned when he tasted her lips. He gently traced her lips with his tongue, feeling her shiver. He could feel himself harden with need, and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the towel dropping between them. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, pausing at the small of her back before moving lower and cupping her bottom and raising her up. Trista instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to her. Goku leaned forward and laid Trista on top of the covers. He lifted his head, looking down at her. He then ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it out. Her hairs so silky, he thought. He looked at her face, flushed with desire. Her eyes glowed with need. She had her hands in his shirt, her fingers spread on his chest. He sighed. Not like this! I don't want it like this! He reached up and pulled her hands out from under his shirt. Trista's eyes widened. Goku straightened and took a step back. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it more meshed than it already was. Trista stood up, looking him in the eye. She grabbed the towel off the floor, and yanked it around herself. Then she looked back at him.
"What? Is that it? Make me aroused, then brush me off like it was nothing." She crossed her arms.
Goku sighed. "No Trista. I didn't want you this way."
Trista's mouth fell open, and then she started sputtering. She started flinging her arms.
"In which way Goku? Aroused? Willing? Ready? Take your pick!"
Goku sighed. "None. I mean.....I didn't want to make love to you without any kind of feeling."
Trista snorted. "Its just sex, Goku!"
Goku's lips narrowed into a slit. Then he narrowed his eyebrows. He balled his hands into fists.
Then he said stiffly, "Please come and tell me, Trista, when you are dressed and ready to leave." With that he strode to the door, going threw it, and closing it with a soft click.
He could have at least slammed it! Trista thought. It's unnerving how he thought of it as making love and not sex. Jeez!! We don't love each other, after all! She humphed and dropped the towel, quickly putting on her clothes. She sat on the bed, pulling on her shoes. Her brows furrowed in thought. I mean, it's not as if we even like each other. It was sweet what he did, bringing me to his house and everything. But that doesn't give him the right to think that that amounts to something. Well, her mind answered, you don't have the right either!
"Oh Shut Up!" she said, putting on her now dry top and heading for the door.
She silently made her way down the steps, stopping at the bottom. Not knowing which way to go, since she's never been in Goku's house. She was saved when she saw the front door through one of the doorways. She stepped down and headed for the door.
"Hey!" she said as someone grabbed her arm. She turned around.
Goku looked at her, tight lipped. Well, if he was going to be a jackass, then so am I. She thought, lifting her chin. Goku let go of her arm, and headed for the same door she was headed for. He opened it and stepped back, making a sweeping motion.
"Ladies first." He said as a muscle in his cheek twitched.
She raised her chin another notch. Then proceeded out the doorway. She could feel the air as it whooshed out as Goku slammed it. She humphed.
"Jackass!"
"I heard that!" he said from the other side of the door.
Trista gave the door an angry look. "Good!!!" she yelled.
Then she turned around, flying into the air, to her home. To Capsule Corporation. At least someone there will treat me with respect, she thought. She could still feel Goku's lips on hers. She gave a frustrated yell and flew faster, clearing her mind of Goku and everything else as she made her way towards home.