Last time:
I brought her to her room, laying her down on her bed gently so not to hurt her more. The child, our child, was sleeping in its crib next to her bed.
"Don't worry half-breed," I whisper, leaning over to look at him. "You'll have your mother."
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The woman is in a delightful mood the next morning despite her injures, which, unfortunately, was my doing. I'd foolishly chosen to bed beside her and she woke before me, therefore noticed I was there. I woke several minutes later to find her smiling over me; she must have taken it the wrong way.
"Where are you going?" she asked, trying to hide her sadness, as I pull on a white shirt.
"I'm hungry."
"Wait." Damn it! I was almost out of the blasted room, too.
"What?" Now I'm getting impatient.
"Why did you stay with me last night?" I knew it. Kami, she thought something stupid that I clearly did not mean.
"Didn't feel like walking to my room. Saiyans get tired, too."
"Oh," she sighed, dragging herself out of bed. "Thanks anyway."
"For?"
"Staying with me, even if it wasn't intentional that you made me feel better."
"Believe me-"
"It wasn't, I know. It could never be."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I'll see you at breakfast." And she disappears into the bathroom, her robe carelessly flung on the floor beside my son's crib. And it's then that I notice, he's not there! And the woman didn't even check to see how he was. I scan the facility, checking for his signature; he's in the house. I focus harder on it, confirming that he must be in the kitchen, for I feel a faint power level beside him; the woman's mother.
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It's final, I decide at breakfast that morning-I'll be finishing my training in space. Of course I can't take the ship the woman's father has been preparing for me, it's not complete yet. But that's no matter to me, I'll take the old pod I used back when I was searching for Kakarot after Planet Namek blew up. There are only a few short months before the arrival of the blasted tin cans, but that should be more than enough time for me to reach Super Saiyan. I can feel it now already, it's close, painfully close.
"Vegeta," the woman says from across the table.
I glare at her for interrupting me. That's one thing I know she'll never learn, no matter what.
"What?" I snap, eating the food faster than necessary to leave as soon as I can.
"What were you thinking about?"
"I hardly see any reason to tell you that. Was ask such an obviously absurd question?"
"You sound less like a prince and more like a princess everyday," she snorts, getting up to tend to our-er-her child that has just successfully spilled all his breakfast on the floor.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself." My mind is no longer on the food, but the insinuating remark she just made.
"I mean, you have the qualifications of a royal lady rather than a lord." That was exactly what I had thought she'd said.
"I thought you were smarter than that to say such things to me when you know very well that I can kill you in the blink of an eye."
"Really Vegeta?" I swear I can see drops of sarcasm flooding off her lips. "And here I was thinking that you were a harmless kitty that likes to cuddle. Kami, you really need to give people more credit. It only makes you look bad."
"A lowly thought. Why would I care what I 'look like' to vermin like yourself and your pathetic family?"
"Whatever. You won't hurt me."
"Oh, and why not?"
"Because-" She makes a little gesture with her hand, bringing it up and down her body, her well-formed, curvy, creamy little body. "-you wouldn't want to destroy something so hot." She justifies herself this time. How clever she is to learn from her mistake she so stupidly made last night.
"Your temperature is the same as my own. You're making no sense woman."
"Plainly-" She sighs. "-you can't fuck me if you kill me."
"And what makes you think I would even consider touching you again?"
"Why not?" She's pushing for something, I can sense it, and whatever it is, I know that I can never benefit from it. "You can't tell me that you don't want to. I may not be able to read you, with all your emotional walls and such, but I know pure animal lust when I see it." Her voice had slowly gotten huskier, her words more carefully chosen. "No one can make noises like you did at will."
"Well, luckily I have a force stronger than that working with me."
"And that would be?"
"Consequence."
"Do tell." She smirks deviously at me. Why am I drawn to her right now? She looks no different from any other time and yet she's more appealing than ever. It must be my hormones working against me again, making her appear more seductive when in fact she's the same as she's always been. Actually, she looks like death this morning, her hair all mussed, her make-up smeared in certain places, her robe hanging off her shoulders, exposing her crumpled clothes from the previous day. So she hadn't readied herself for the day after all.
"It's sitting next to you," I state simply, hearing her stunned gasps and stutters fade as I make my way to the gravity chamber. One last training secession here and it's off to space for the remainder of the time until the androids come.
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Oh, how long it has been since I felt such exhilaration as I have in the past weeks. Not only did I achieve Super Saiyan, which I knew I always would, but the threat of all the androids is now gone; I can retire to space now and live life as I've always wanted, free from bondage and all other senseless responsibilities.
The fight with the androids, which my son Trunks had warned us about three years prior, paled in comparison to the fights that laid ahead. For there were quite more than he originally told us, the fool. The first two androids were not even the ones he told us of when he was last in our time. They were Dr. Gero himself and a ball of a tin can, which I disposed of easily enough. Well, Dr. Gero did get away, quite astonishingly, but he met his end at the hands of the real androids; a stunning blonde and a rather snippy boy with a hideous scarf around his neck. They proved to be a little bit more of a challenge, but they were soon enough taken care of. Cell, the final of the androids, the master plan of that moron Dr. Gero, was the one who took care of them, absorbed them like a stupid sponge into his being. He, of course, became much stronger as a result and because of his inflamed cockiness, he proposed a tournament in which all fighters would participate in, thus giving me more time to prepare. I spent a total of two days in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, which translates to two years, undergoing intense physical and mental training. Unfortunately, however, one of those times I was in the annoying company of my son from the future. Kami knows I am not the father and son type, he of course, for reasons unknown to all, thought he could prove otherwise. He was sadly mistaken.
Cell, the mutant android, met his end at the hands of Kakarot's foul half-breed son. In a simple Kamehameha Wave he obliterated Cell, giving no other fighter the fair chance. I'm quite disappointed that I could not show my true strength at the games and defeat Cell myself. But the threat is gone and my time on earth will be no more in a few days.
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"You can leave tonight," the woman says to me one morning as I crawl out of bed. Yes, I admit it, I caved to the sexual tension and began bedding with her again. It was all quite by accident, be assured.
"You sound not happy about it," I state, pulling on a pair of loose black nighttime pants. These earthlings are too conservative about their bodies, but I refuse to hear another lecture from the woman about how rude it is to walk around without clothing on.
"Can you blame me for becoming attached?" she whispers. "Why did you have to stay for so long? Why couldn't you have left right after Trunks defeated Frieza? Then you would have never known about the damn androids and would have been gone and I would have never known you…." Her voice trailed off sadly; she'd become quite annoying in those weeks, bringing down most of her walls to me and to me only. Which still strikes me as odd, for I never once showed her anything that would cause such a reversal in behavior. But, it was her own doing, and for her pain she has no one to blame but herself. And she better stop looking at me like that.
"What?" I snap, her saddened gaze burrowing itself into me.
"You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?"
"I try not to listen."
"Bastard."
"Now, now woman, why so bitter?"
"What's there to be anything but bitter about?"
"You have your little half-breed son to raise, and a boring earthling life ahead of you, without me, who you have on countless occasions wished death upon."
"Please," she squeaks after several long moments of silence. "Come to bed with me one last time."
"I won't," I say, walking toward the door where the wonderful smell of breakfast egg rolls and pancakes meet my nostrils.
"Prove that there is nothing that can keep you from leaving. That bedding with me one last time will not change you from the coarse you are so determined to take."
"You know there is nothing. If my own son cannot keep me here, what makes your insignificant little brain think there is anything else?"
"I know what drives you to leave."
"Enlighten me." I lean against the closed bedroom door, arms crossed. The food will be there when she's done with her game.
"Your pride. You have so much pride that it turns you from the things that you love, that you cannot even admit that you love because your selfish, childish pride will not allow it." She's to tears now, her fragile little body curled into a ball of helpless sobs. But her eyes remain on me. "You love your son, I know you do, I've seen you in the night, when you think I'm asleep, holding him. And you're gentle. And you're loving. And you care, if only for that invisible moment, you care about that child that is half yours….You may not love me, and you can never love me as much as I love you, but you cannot deny your love for your son….to yourself." She breaks off there, burying her face in her hands and pillows. I wait a moment, then speak.
"You are a foolish woman. Y-"
"No!" she suddenly screams, pushing herself to a sitting position, glaring hate at me. "You are the foolish one Vegeta! You! You are too foolish to take responsibility! Too foolish to love! To foolish to even accept the love of another! And too damn foolish to admit that you're the fool!"
"Your anger pulls you from your coarse."
"Your pride pulls you from yours."
"That being?"
"To stay, to live here and have a family, one that will love you no matter who you are. A son that will feel pride for his father, no matter his past, and a….a wife that will be honored to honor him…."
"What are pride and honor to me from such lowly scum?"
"I've learned to look past your meaningless insults Vegeta. I still wish to bed with you one last time."
"And I still wish your death and the death of your son."
"Our son!" She's to her feet now, angry little fists clenched at her sides. "Our son you bastard! He is our son, yours and mine! We made him!"
"And you keep him! I will not shoulder the responsibility of a weak half-breed!"
Her eyes cast at the floor, tears freely falling. I know what she'll say next, and now I cannot resist it, I cannot deny it.
"Just one more time."
I advance on her, bringing her into my arms, her lips connecting instantly with mine. I know it's only been hours since I last felt them, but the longing from that time makes it feel longer. No matter my pride I cannot deny my want for this frail little weak earthling, with her aqua hair and deep soulful blue eyes, her tender limbs and creamy white skin. How can any man, no matter what planet they are from, deny their want for such a purely innocent creature? And all evildoers do crave the flesh of the innocent most of all. And this flesh has been declared for only me. How can I deny it now?
I'm on top of her on the bed before I know what's happened. The pants I put on moments earlier are again on the floor, her nightdress crumpled on top of them. I pull my lips from her, savoring in her whimper of protest, and take in all her sensuous curves and flawless skin. If only I can bring this body with me and have it when I wished.
"I'll go," she whispers into my neck out of nowhere. No, she couldn't have possibly heard my-No, that would mean-No, I heard her wrong. "I wasn't going to tell you."
"Tell me what?" I lift my head, looking her directly in the eyes to pull the truth out.
"I can hear your thoughts."
"And you say you would go with me? Even if you don't know where I am going."
"I have only pain if I stay."
"You'll have pain if you go."
"I have you if I go."
"Woman," I sigh, moving my elbows in to better support myself. "There's no way I am taking you with me, for several reasons. Besides, what's to become of our son if you come? No, don't answer that, it's completely out of the question."
"Why won't you let me be with you? Are you afraid I'll hold you back? It's not like I'm asking for the picture perfect family."
"You're asking for something I cannot do. And further more, will not."
"Why not? I know the decision is debatable for you. I heard you arguing it over in your head all the time. Especially when I give to progress reports on your ship."
"Stay out of my thoughts," I snap, barring my teeth at her. Her eyes widen in surprise, but then a new look comes over her. She's curious. Though of what I'm not sure.
"You-You have….fangs…." She reaches up gently, lightly touching my razor sharp K-9's. Her arm retracts immediately, pressing to her chest.
"Not everything comes with the moon. I HAD a tail too. Until one of your spineless friends cut it off."
"You're like a-a….a vampire."
"A what?" I arch an eyebrow at her. One minute she's hot and bother to get back into bed with me, and now she's all interested in Saiyans. It's a good thing she didn't thing anything was odd about being able to read my thoughts, or she may have found out. Luckily I can block them off to her now that I know she can. But what's it matter? I'm leaving this evening.
"A vampire, you know, blood sucking immortal that can't go out during the day."
I can only stare blankly at her. What IS she taking about?
"Kami, I thought everyone knew what a vampire was."
"Well it's obviously a ridiculous earth thing. And what do you mean 'blood sucking'?"
"They feed off other humans for blood at night, and they're all pale and mysterious."
"And your planet allows such creatures to live?"
"To live!? Oh Kami Vegeta! They're not real! They're make believe, fictional." She's laughing again. Good, maybe she'll forget her silly little attempt to stay attached to me, and the mind reading. I shudder at the thought. It has to be a coincidence.
"Then why bring them up?"
"Because your teeth remind me of them, that's all. What're they for anyway? I'm sure you don't bite your enemies in a battle."
"Quite right."
"Then what?"
"They're strictly mating tools, if you must know."
"How so?" She's suddenly very interested in what I have to say. Why can't she just go ask Kakarot and leave me be. And that's exactly what I suggest to her. "He wouldn't know, he grew up on Earth, remember?"
"Instincts don't care. I'm sure his little harpy of a mate could tell you too."
"I'm asking you though."
"And I'll telling you that I won't tell you. Now can I go? Or are you still dead set on bedding with me once more? I have things to do."
"Oh, of course, sorry." She smiles timidly up at me. "How could I forget?" She runs her tiny little hands over my chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. Kami can she seduce! Her lips finally make their way back to mine, and I latch onto her, wanting to make the most of the last time I'll be able to bed with her. But who knows, maybe I'll need more equipment in the future and can stop on this miserable planet. I'm sure the woman isn't going anywhere. "Uh, Vegeta?"
I glare down at her. She'd better get going, cause I can hardly tolerate this anymore.
"There's something I think I should tell you."
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I brought her to her room, laying her down on her bed gently so not to hurt her more. The child, our child, was sleeping in its crib next to her bed.
"Don't worry half-breed," I whisper, leaning over to look at him. "You'll have your mother."
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The woman is in a delightful mood the next morning despite her injures, which, unfortunately, was my doing. I'd foolishly chosen to bed beside her and she woke before me, therefore noticed I was there. I woke several minutes later to find her smiling over me; she must have taken it the wrong way.
"Where are you going?" she asked, trying to hide her sadness, as I pull on a white shirt.
"I'm hungry."
"Wait." Damn it! I was almost out of the blasted room, too.
"What?" Now I'm getting impatient.
"Why did you stay with me last night?" I knew it. Kami, she thought something stupid that I clearly did not mean.
"Didn't feel like walking to my room. Saiyans get tired, too."
"Oh," she sighed, dragging herself out of bed. "Thanks anyway."
"For?"
"Staying with me, even if it wasn't intentional that you made me feel better."
"Believe me-"
"It wasn't, I know. It could never be."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I'll see you at breakfast." And she disappears into the bathroom, her robe carelessly flung on the floor beside my son's crib. And it's then that I notice, he's not there! And the woman didn't even check to see how he was. I scan the facility, checking for his signature; he's in the house. I focus harder on it, confirming that he must be in the kitchen, for I feel a faint power level beside him; the woman's mother.
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It's final, I decide at breakfast that morning-I'll be finishing my training in space. Of course I can't take the ship the woman's father has been preparing for me, it's not complete yet. But that's no matter to me, I'll take the old pod I used back when I was searching for Kakarot after Planet Namek blew up. There are only a few short months before the arrival of the blasted tin cans, but that should be more than enough time for me to reach Super Saiyan. I can feel it now already, it's close, painfully close.
"Vegeta," the woman says from across the table.
I glare at her for interrupting me. That's one thing I know she'll never learn, no matter what.
"What?" I snap, eating the food faster than necessary to leave as soon as I can.
"What were you thinking about?"
"I hardly see any reason to tell you that. Was ask such an obviously absurd question?"
"You sound less like a prince and more like a princess everyday," she snorts, getting up to tend to our-er-her child that has just successfully spilled all his breakfast on the floor.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself." My mind is no longer on the food, but the insinuating remark she just made.
"I mean, you have the qualifications of a royal lady rather than a lord." That was exactly what I had thought she'd said.
"I thought you were smarter than that to say such things to me when you know very well that I can kill you in the blink of an eye."
"Really Vegeta?" I swear I can see drops of sarcasm flooding off her lips. "And here I was thinking that you were a harmless kitty that likes to cuddle. Kami, you really need to give people more credit. It only makes you look bad."
"A lowly thought. Why would I care what I 'look like' to vermin like yourself and your pathetic family?"
"Whatever. You won't hurt me."
"Oh, and why not?"
"Because-" She makes a little gesture with her hand, bringing it up and down her body, her well-formed, curvy, creamy little body. "-you wouldn't want to destroy something so hot." She justifies herself this time. How clever she is to learn from her mistake she so stupidly made last night.
"Your temperature is the same as my own. You're making no sense woman."
"Plainly-" She sighs. "-you can't fuck me if you kill me."
"And what makes you think I would even consider touching you again?"
"Why not?" She's pushing for something, I can sense it, and whatever it is, I know that I can never benefit from it. "You can't tell me that you don't want to. I may not be able to read you, with all your emotional walls and such, but I know pure animal lust when I see it." Her voice had slowly gotten huskier, her words more carefully chosen. "No one can make noises like you did at will."
"Well, luckily I have a force stronger than that working with me."
"And that would be?"
"Consequence."
"Do tell." She smirks deviously at me. Why am I drawn to her right now? She looks no different from any other time and yet she's more appealing than ever. It must be my hormones working against me again, making her appear more seductive when in fact she's the same as she's always been. Actually, she looks like death this morning, her hair all mussed, her make-up smeared in certain places, her robe hanging off her shoulders, exposing her crumpled clothes from the previous day. So she hadn't readied herself for the day after all.
"It's sitting next to you," I state simply, hearing her stunned gasps and stutters fade as I make my way to the gravity chamber. One last training secession here and it's off to space for the remainder of the time until the androids come.
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Oh, how long it has been since I felt such exhilaration as I have in the past weeks. Not only did I achieve Super Saiyan, which I knew I always would, but the threat of all the androids is now gone; I can retire to space now and live life as I've always wanted, free from bondage and all other senseless responsibilities.
The fight with the androids, which my son Trunks had warned us about three years prior, paled in comparison to the fights that laid ahead. For there were quite more than he originally told us, the fool. The first two androids were not even the ones he told us of when he was last in our time. They were Dr. Gero himself and a ball of a tin can, which I disposed of easily enough. Well, Dr. Gero did get away, quite astonishingly, but he met his end at the hands of the real androids; a stunning blonde and a rather snippy boy with a hideous scarf around his neck. They proved to be a little bit more of a challenge, but they were soon enough taken care of. Cell, the final of the androids, the master plan of that moron Dr. Gero, was the one who took care of them, absorbed them like a stupid sponge into his being. He, of course, became much stronger as a result and because of his inflamed cockiness, he proposed a tournament in which all fighters would participate in, thus giving me more time to prepare. I spent a total of two days in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, which translates to two years, undergoing intense physical and mental training. Unfortunately, however, one of those times I was in the annoying company of my son from the future. Kami knows I am not the father and son type, he of course, for reasons unknown to all, thought he could prove otherwise. He was sadly mistaken.
Cell, the mutant android, met his end at the hands of Kakarot's foul half-breed son. In a simple Kamehameha Wave he obliterated Cell, giving no other fighter the fair chance. I'm quite disappointed that I could not show my true strength at the games and defeat Cell myself. But the threat is gone and my time on earth will be no more in a few days.
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"You can leave tonight," the woman says to me one morning as I crawl out of bed. Yes, I admit it, I caved to the sexual tension and began bedding with her again. It was all quite by accident, be assured.
"You sound not happy about it," I state, pulling on a pair of loose black nighttime pants. These earthlings are too conservative about their bodies, but I refuse to hear another lecture from the woman about how rude it is to walk around without clothing on.
"Can you blame me for becoming attached?" she whispers. "Why did you have to stay for so long? Why couldn't you have left right after Trunks defeated Frieza? Then you would have never known about the damn androids and would have been gone and I would have never known you…." Her voice trailed off sadly; she'd become quite annoying in those weeks, bringing down most of her walls to me and to me only. Which still strikes me as odd, for I never once showed her anything that would cause such a reversal in behavior. But, it was her own doing, and for her pain she has no one to blame but herself. And she better stop looking at me like that.
"What?" I snap, her saddened gaze burrowing itself into me.
"You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?"
"I try not to listen."
"Bastard."
"Now, now woman, why so bitter?"
"What's there to be anything but bitter about?"
"You have your little half-breed son to raise, and a boring earthling life ahead of you, without me, who you have on countless occasions wished death upon."
"Please," she squeaks after several long moments of silence. "Come to bed with me one last time."
"I won't," I say, walking toward the door where the wonderful smell of breakfast egg rolls and pancakes meet my nostrils.
"Prove that there is nothing that can keep you from leaving. That bedding with me one last time will not change you from the coarse you are so determined to take."
"You know there is nothing. If my own son cannot keep me here, what makes your insignificant little brain think there is anything else?"
"I know what drives you to leave."
"Enlighten me." I lean against the closed bedroom door, arms crossed. The food will be there when she's done with her game.
"Your pride. You have so much pride that it turns you from the things that you love, that you cannot even admit that you love because your selfish, childish pride will not allow it." She's to tears now, her fragile little body curled into a ball of helpless sobs. But her eyes remain on me. "You love your son, I know you do, I've seen you in the night, when you think I'm asleep, holding him. And you're gentle. And you're loving. And you care, if only for that invisible moment, you care about that child that is half yours….You may not love me, and you can never love me as much as I love you, but you cannot deny your love for your son….to yourself." She breaks off there, burying her face in her hands and pillows. I wait a moment, then speak.
"You are a foolish woman. Y-"
"No!" she suddenly screams, pushing herself to a sitting position, glaring hate at me. "You are the foolish one Vegeta! You! You are too foolish to take responsibility! Too foolish to love! To foolish to even accept the love of another! And too damn foolish to admit that you're the fool!"
"Your anger pulls you from your coarse."
"Your pride pulls you from yours."
"That being?"
"To stay, to live here and have a family, one that will love you no matter who you are. A son that will feel pride for his father, no matter his past, and a….a wife that will be honored to honor him…."
"What are pride and honor to me from such lowly scum?"
"I've learned to look past your meaningless insults Vegeta. I still wish to bed with you one last time."
"And I still wish your death and the death of your son."
"Our son!" She's to her feet now, angry little fists clenched at her sides. "Our son you bastard! He is our son, yours and mine! We made him!"
"And you keep him! I will not shoulder the responsibility of a weak half-breed!"
Her eyes cast at the floor, tears freely falling. I know what she'll say next, and now I cannot resist it, I cannot deny it.
"Just one more time."
I advance on her, bringing her into my arms, her lips connecting instantly with mine. I know it's only been hours since I last felt them, but the longing from that time makes it feel longer. No matter my pride I cannot deny my want for this frail little weak earthling, with her aqua hair and deep soulful blue eyes, her tender limbs and creamy white skin. How can any man, no matter what planet they are from, deny their want for such a purely innocent creature? And all evildoers do crave the flesh of the innocent most of all. And this flesh has been declared for only me. How can I deny it now?
I'm on top of her on the bed before I know what's happened. The pants I put on moments earlier are again on the floor, her nightdress crumpled on top of them. I pull my lips from her, savoring in her whimper of protest, and take in all her sensuous curves and flawless skin. If only I can bring this body with me and have it when I wished.
"I'll go," she whispers into my neck out of nowhere. No, she couldn't have possibly heard my-No, that would mean-No, I heard her wrong. "I wasn't going to tell you."
"Tell me what?" I lift my head, looking her directly in the eyes to pull the truth out.
"I can hear your thoughts."
"And you say you would go with me? Even if you don't know where I am going."
"I have only pain if I stay."
"You'll have pain if you go."
"I have you if I go."
"Woman," I sigh, moving my elbows in to better support myself. "There's no way I am taking you with me, for several reasons. Besides, what's to become of our son if you come? No, don't answer that, it's completely out of the question."
"Why won't you let me be with you? Are you afraid I'll hold you back? It's not like I'm asking for the picture perfect family."
"You're asking for something I cannot do. And further more, will not."
"Why not? I know the decision is debatable for you. I heard you arguing it over in your head all the time. Especially when I give to progress reports on your ship."
"Stay out of my thoughts," I snap, barring my teeth at her. Her eyes widen in surprise, but then a new look comes over her. She's curious. Though of what I'm not sure.
"You-You have….fangs…." She reaches up gently, lightly touching my razor sharp K-9's. Her arm retracts immediately, pressing to her chest.
"Not everything comes with the moon. I HAD a tail too. Until one of your spineless friends cut it off."
"You're like a-a….a vampire."
"A what?" I arch an eyebrow at her. One minute she's hot and bother to get back into bed with me, and now she's all interested in Saiyans. It's a good thing she didn't thing anything was odd about being able to read my thoughts, or she may have found out. Luckily I can block them off to her now that I know she can. But what's it matter? I'm leaving this evening.
"A vampire, you know, blood sucking immortal that can't go out during the day."
I can only stare blankly at her. What IS she taking about?
"Kami, I thought everyone knew what a vampire was."
"Well it's obviously a ridiculous earth thing. And what do you mean 'blood sucking'?"
"They feed off other humans for blood at night, and they're all pale and mysterious."
"And your planet allows such creatures to live?"
"To live!? Oh Kami Vegeta! They're not real! They're make believe, fictional." She's laughing again. Good, maybe she'll forget her silly little attempt to stay attached to me, and the mind reading. I shudder at the thought. It has to be a coincidence.
"Then why bring them up?"
"Because your teeth remind me of them, that's all. What're they for anyway? I'm sure you don't bite your enemies in a battle."
"Quite right."
"Then what?"
"They're strictly mating tools, if you must know."
"How so?" She's suddenly very interested in what I have to say. Why can't she just go ask Kakarot and leave me be. And that's exactly what I suggest to her. "He wouldn't know, he grew up on Earth, remember?"
"Instincts don't care. I'm sure his little harpy of a mate could tell you too."
"I'm asking you though."
"And I'll telling you that I won't tell you. Now can I go? Or are you still dead set on bedding with me once more? I have things to do."
"Oh, of course, sorry." She smiles timidly up at me. "How could I forget?" She runs her tiny little hands over my chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. Kami can she seduce! Her lips finally make their way back to mine, and I latch onto her, wanting to make the most of the last time I'll be able to bed with her. But who knows, maybe I'll need more equipment in the future and can stop on this miserable planet. I'm sure the woman isn't going anywhere. "Uh, Vegeta?"
I glare down at her. She'd better get going, cause I can hardly tolerate this anymore.
"There's something I think I should tell you."
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---Chapter 8!! Woo! I am so loving this fic! Granted it is mine, but hey, it's good, right? :P I have to say chapter two was my favorite though, you know, the one with the ice cream store and the spork. Heehee. That was genius if I do say so myself, and I do :P…So, what d'you think she's going to tell him? Hmm? And no, before you get any wild ideas in your head, she's not pregnant.
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