Disclaimer: I just realized something the other day: I own myself. Amazing!

Author's Note(s): Hey! It's been awhile. I promise that in this chappie you'll have some romance on your hands, I figure I've thrown enough hints your way by now. Hmm... Would this be considered romance? More like predator and prey... Ahh... Dominance is such a glorious thing. Wouldn't you agree?

Chapter 3:

Masters of Their Own Game

I had told her that my pants were staying on... I guess, that technically, they did. Although they were pulled up, past my knee and up half my thigh on one pant leg. My right leg, the one that was hurt. No, I wouldn't say hurt, it was just sore. Nothing that required worry.

Why was she so worried anyway? I glanced at her, she was squeezing my shoulder, eying it carefully, and poking my leg on occasion. Was she looking for a soft spot or something? With her mere human strength alone, she wasn't going to find it.

It wasn't a big deal, yet no matter how many times I repeated this fact to her, she still insisted on... Wait a second here.... What exactly was she insisting on doing?

"What are you planning on doing to me, woman?" I asked, trying to meet her eyes. She looked up at me, and for the first time, I realized just how close she was to me. How close we were together.

"I'm inspecting your wounds." She then pulled on my shoulder, indicating that she wanted me to move forward from the back of the sofa. I resisted, and she just kept pulling relentlessly.

"Well, you've been inspecting for a long time," I responded to her, then added a question, "When do you plan on finishing?"

"Will you sit up away from the couch?" she demanded, obvious annoyance in her tone, ignoring my question. I grinned and raised my eyebrows, trying to put on a look of innocence, acting as if I hadn't noticed her shoves on my shoulder, but still keeping the hard look, that was always in my eyes. It was a lot tougher to do than I thought.

"What for?" I queried, playing dumb just to madden her further. Maybe she'll give up if after awhile.

Then it occurred to me, that a word such as "Forfeit" is not in her vocabulary. She doesn't give up, she never backs down, and she resents quitters. Perhaps that's why I had thought about what she would have been like as a Saiyan. She shares similar traits. But as I stated before, she's all bark and no bite.

"If you won't take any medication for your injuries, then I can try and heal them. You said that your back was harmed too."

"Heal me how?" I wasn't quite sure what she meant, and I was curious.

"I'll give you a little massage," she explained, a slight coloration of red appearing on her cheeks. I was still staring at her, my shirt off, my one pant leg rolled up, and only inches from all of her body. She must have noticed the same thing, and she quickly added, "I used to be a masseuse, I'm a professional."

"Bragging now?" I asked, just trying to frustrate her.

"I wasn't bragging I was informing," she said sternly, her head held high in the air.

"Pretty useless information if you ask me." She was going to get angry soon. So, Woman... How long before you explode this time?

"I didn't ask you, now turn your back to me, that way I can reach it!"

"I have no problem turning my back to you, but I don't know what you're going to do..." She was going to burst any moment. Just wait for it.

"Would you stop acting so... Gah!" she yelled, probably wanting to insert some other words in her sentence that would not have been very ladylike. I looked at her, a smirk slapped on my mouth. She took a moment to collect herself. "Couldn't you just, let me help you?" she asked in a much calmer, soft voice. It almost sounded like a plea, and that's the only reason I obliged.

"Fine." I sighed, and turned to the side away from her, so my bare back was open to her hands. Being on the edge of the couch, twisting my body in such a position wasn't very comfortable. I stood up, putting most my weight on my good leg, and motioned for her to get off the couch. She raised a quizzical eyebrow at me, then stood as well. I lied down, shuffling into a good, stretched out form.

"And just where am I supposed to sit?" I folded my arms under my chin, rested my head there, and turned to look up at her. Her arms were crossed, and her face in an expectant scowl.

"Where do you think? Just sit on my back, and don't be afraid, I won't break under your weight," I told her, implying a secret insult about her weight. Not that I thought she was fat or anything. In fact, she was no where near heavy, not even by Earth's standards. She has more than likely posed for a few magazine covers in her famous lifestyle.

A picture of her couldn't capture her image though... No, not in the least. She was easy on the eyes, but if I had only seen her picture, I wouldn't be attracted to her at all, I would say something to the effect of, "so what?" But, when you combine her fiery personality, with her spark of passion, and the alluring blue of her hair... Let's just say it wasn't something that could be shown on a magazine cover.

I suppose she didn't have a problem fulfilling my request, because only seconds after I finished my sentence, she was already there. She mounted me, putting both her knees on either side of my waist. I bent my head as far around as I could, trying to get a glimpse of her.

"What part hurts?" she asked, placing her hands on my lower back so she wouldn't fall over.

"None of it hurts it's just---" I said, but she swiftly cut me off, finishing my statement.

"Sore... Right. So, Which part of your back is sore?" she re-phrased.

"The ache is scattered, so I guess all of it."

"Okay, a full back rub coming up!" She rubbed her hands together, getting pumped up for the job. I could tell from her enthusiasm, that she took great pleasure in the art of massaging. Hopefully, she can deliver the same pleasure back to her customers. We'll see.

"Just get on with it then!" I ordered, and she huffed but complied. The pads of her fingertips gliding up to my shoulders from my lower back, then she let her fingers wrap around my shoulders, kneading my skin with the palm of her hand. She repeated this soothing motion several times, and I began to feel my contracted muscles relax. I laid my head down onto my folded arms like a pillow.

I had to keep telling myself to stay awake. I felt like dough under her masterful hands. And despite my desperate attempts to conceal it, a low moan escaped from deep in my throat. I instantly regretted it as she let out a light laugh. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel like she did something right. That would make me wrong...

"Enjoying yourself? I don't brag without reason," she said, then hesitated before continuing, "Don't you agree?"

"Don't get full of yourself. If your head gets any bigger it might endanger you... Imagine that... POP." I replied, denying my interest in her massage, and implying her head blowing up. Oh what fun. Then she hit just the right spot... Another moan slipped through my lips, and she chuckled.

"You are enjoying yourself though..." she said, I could only picture that smug grin of victory on her face. I couldn't let her have that kind of satisfactory.

"I'm not enjo---" I started, but I cut myself off with another worthless whimper of vocalized delight once again slid through my mouth, when she kneaded just the right spot on my back again. Damn it!! Never had this happened before. I always have control over everything! It's not like me to take such pleasure in simple movements.

But wonderfully enjoyable movements, of her fingers, which were just the right size, and she knew just how much pressure to apply... Curse her... I was enjoying it, but I was in agony at the same time. I couldn't seem to tell her to stop, but I couldn't stop that annoying voice of mine...

I needed to gain that control back somehow. I had too. With the woman acting as if she was the ruler of the world, and her evil laughs of my defeat, I wouldn't stand for it any longer!! It had to end right then. I had to show her that I was better than her, and just because she had some control when my back was turned, it wasn't going to be the same when I take the reins.

"Woman," I said, keeping my aggravation out of my tone. I put a finger by my ear, and motioned for her to come closer. She bent down, her mouth near the side of my head, her hands on the center of my back to support her. I turned my head to look at her, elevating it off my folded arms. Her features went hard for a moment, perhaps a little shocked that our noses were almost touching. "Get off me."

"But-"

"Get off, or I'll force you off," I threatened smoothly. She wasn't intimidated by me, not even with the cold glare I was giving her. So I moved her, like I said I would. I curled my toes under, and put my arms under my shoulders, in push-up position. Then I simply pushed my arms up, her full weight plopping on the center of my back, then like a frightened horse, I stood up onto my knees, hoping that she would fall off.

She didn't go down without a fight....

When I got into my vertical position, she hung on for dear life. She clasped her arms around my neck in a choke-hold type of attack, and wrapped her legs around my stomach, squeezing with everything she had. She let out a yelp as we started to descend backward. Well... She fell, but she took me with her.

"Argh!!" I let out a choked sound as I tumbled on top of her. She was squashed by my hefty figure, and I was being strangled into an extremely uncomfortable pose. If I wasn't as flexible as I am, then I might have found it painful, but even with my sores, I was still able to mask the ache. "WOMAN!!!" I hollered at her, trying to pry her death grip off my neck without harming her in the process. "Damn!! Will you just let go?!" She either didn't hear me, or refused.

Why did everything have to be so difficult? I sighed and for a split second was truly concerned for her safety under me. She could be suffocating or something... Then I thought that it might be a good idea to just stay there and let her die... But for some reason, I couldn't. I sighed and yanked her legs off my stomach, and pulled her arms from around my neck. I flipped over so that I was on top of her facing forward this time.

She was... Smiling?! And then... I was almost relieved to find her unharmed. I shook it off, and let the anger back into my bloodstream.

"You find this funny?" I asked through clenched teeth, and her smile only grew. Err.. She was really beginning to get on my nerves. Maybe this would be the perfect time to snatch the reins of control out of her grasp.

"HAHAHA!!! The prince of all Saiyans... Taken down by a human woman!!" I let her have her fun, then I thought of a way to shut her up.

"Woman," I spoke in a straight-forward manner, staring at her with the deepest, pitch blackness of my eyes. A look that I used right before the kill...

"Wha---" She started, mesmerized by my stare, and my actions. I grabbed her chin in between my first finger and my thumb gently, but still with enough force to bring her voice to a halt. I continued to glare back at her, searching for the fear that drives me on in her eyes. But...

It wasn't there. She wasn't scared of me in the least. There was a slight twinkle in the glaze of her eyes, but what was it? I ignored it passively, and continued my attack.

In such an intimate position, it was hard to resist her. I felt this incredible urge to claim her lips with mine, like an animal or any other controlling type of creature. It wasn't part of my plan, so I redirected my lips to her cheek, letting them rest there momentarily, then trailed them to her ear. I put my mouth onto her ear, and whispered into it with the deepest, most seductive voice I could muster. "Do you find this,"-I stopped to bite onto her earlobe gently-"funny?" I asked. I could have sworn I heard her squeak when I bit her earlobe, probably attempting to utter a worthless excuse to refuse me. Then I let my tongue slip out of my mouth, and lick her neck with it's tip, my breathing slow and controlled.

To my surprise, she didn't push me away, and her body wasn't stiff under me. I suppose the shock of my actions had begun to wear thin by that time. Even if she would have resisted my small tries to inflict some of my power, and control unto her, it wouldn't have mattered. It would have been simple. Just a tumble of built up frustrations, and it would mean nothing--to me. I had no personal feelings or emotions toward her, besides the fact that I could have taken her right then and there. But, that wasn't the time for me to think of such petty things. I came up from her neck, and stared into her eyes again, she still hadn't answered my question, but that sparkle in her eyes was more apparent now, and I finally realized that it was one of the seven deadly sins...

Lust.

Review please!! And before you ask, no, there will not be a lemon in this story. Sorry to those who want one, but I'm trying to be a good girl here!