Disclaimer: I do not own Toei, funimation, viz comics, or anything related to DBZ. Obviously…Forward your GT-related flames somewhere else.
AN: Have not updated in…a year? Cliffhangers are one thing…making the reader wait an ungodly amount of time to figure out anything other than the climax or crux of the story—unreasonable!
Can you tell I'm irritated about the latest Harry Potter book? 'Cause I think I'm doing a pretty good job of hiding it! XD (excuse me…I think I feel like being a kettle now)
Anyway, on with the show—that has absolutely nothing to do with HP, mind you—I hadn't read any of the books when I originally wrote this. Yes, it's been that long.
Originally this was going to be Goten-Marron, but I changed it to Bra at the request of a reviewer.
Just a reminder of the current couples (can't tell you how they'll end up, or I'd spoil things..)
Goku-Bulma (temp switch)
Vegeta-Chichi (temp switch)
Gohan-Videl
Krillin-18
Goten-Bra
Trunks-Pan
Marron-Uub
Tien-Launch (yes, I like this couple! Stupid Tien…)
/frowns/ did I forget anyone…?
Finally some romantic stuff in this chapter—sadly, most of it is not the two main couples.
This chapter has sexual themes including a mild lemon—you have been warned.
Started (CPU transference): 11/27/05 8:39:39 PM
Change of Pace
Chapter 3: Rescue
The pain was detached, a vague sensation in a sea of fear and emptiness.
She had never expected something like this. How can this happen now? Dying so meaninglessly…I don't know if it's more shocking or horrifying.
There was a voice echoing in the distance…someone yelling…and then everything faded away.
COP-CPO-PCO-POC-OPC-OCPA shiver ran through him, turning his stomach to ice.
Chi-Chi!
Instantly, he leapt up from the table that he and Bulma were sitting at, and ran for the door.
"Goku!"
He froze.
"Where are you going? You didn't finish your food…"
"I'm sorry, Bulma, but something horrible has happened to Chi-Chi! I have to go to her!" He said, and then moved once more to leave.
"Goku! WAIT!"
He paused and looked back at her. She was standing now, her green eyes were wide and shimmering, and she was visibly trembling.
"You'll…you'll be breaking the deal…" She said quietly. "You know she won't like that…Vegeta can and will protect her from anything that could be threatening her."
"I…I'm really sorry…but I have no choice."
"Yeah…" She whispered, gaze falling to the floor. "Of course."
COP-CPO-PCO-POC-OPC-OCP"MOM!" Gohan cried, leaping up from his desk.
Videl blinked, and looked over at him. "It was just a dream, Gohan. You fell asleep."
"But I just can't shake this feeling…"
Videl sighed, and glanced at the clock—10:30 pm. "Gohan…it's late, we need to go to bed—you have a meeting at eight—you are not going to fly halfway across the world to check on your mother, when she is perfectly fine."
"But—"
Videl massaged her temples a moment, before walking over to squeeze the dark-haired man's shoulder. "Think about it. If for some bizarre reason she is in trouble, you know how many people are right there to protect her! You are not needed anywhere but here, Gohan."
Her husband gave a laugh. "Gee, thanks for that ego boost."
Videl smacked him on the shoulder. "You know what I mean, Gohan!"
He smiled. "I guess you're right…"
"Of course I am, now lets get to bed, shall we?" She replied, giving him a kiss, and tugging at his collar.
"Aye aye, Captain."
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"Gee…did you feel that?" Goten asked, looking toward the open window that faced the edge of the island. "Felt like a really cold breeze there."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Bra said plainly. "If you're cold, come a little closer."
He smiled at the turquoise-haired girl, and walked across the room to shut the full-length windows.
"You know…it's really warm in these covers!" Bra called.
He gave her a devilish grin. "Warm? They're about to become sizzling hot…"
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"Are you sure they're gone this time?" Trunks frowned. "I don't fancy another beat down."
Pan laughed. "Yes, yes! All week!"
He smirked down at her. "Good…that means no interruptions…"
She gave him her best Saiyan smirk. "Don't you think you're a little old for me?"
"Are you calling me 'old'?"
"Are you?"
He snorted and pinned her against the wall, shrugging off his jacket with one hand. "You know, my secretary doesn't give me this grief."
She narrowed her eyes in irritation. "You're joking."
"What do you think?" He did not give her a chance to reply, before bringing his lips down in a crushing kiss, coiling an arm around her possessively. He did not wait for permission from her before forcing his way into her mouth, and ripping through her blue shirt.
She gave a startled gasp when he broke away from her to lower his mouth to her chest. I don't believe it...he's really…we're really going to…
The lilac-haired boy hiked her hips up against him forcefully as he whispered in her ear. "Are you sure you're not still too young—like Gohan said?"
"Don't bring him up now, Trunks!" Pan snapped. "I already made my decision!"
He gave a feral grin. "Good…because I'm not quitting now."
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Her cries matched his increasingly erratic rhythm as she dug her nails into his skin. The room was practically spinning as he groaned into her neck. Her eyes slipped shut a moment, only to snap open a moment later. Eww! Why did I just see my grandmother?
A relentless cold was settling into her, a nagging anxiety that had her glancing around the house nervously. What's going on?
Trunks seemed oblivious to the cold, panting and groaning with ardor.
What's wrong with grandma? She was becoming increasingly distracted, her purple-haired boyfriend all but forgotten. Something's wrong! She could be hurt! I should do something! What am I supposed to tell Trunks!
He was as yet oblivious to his partner's discomfort, absorbed in his own world, running his teeth across her almost painfully.
The cold was fading once more, and a soft moan emitted from her throat, as lights began to dance before her eyes. Trunks' heavy breathing was harsh in her ears as he leaned up to whisper in her ear. His voice came out as little more than a growl as he spoke. "I claim you…"
She gave a howl of ecstasy as his teeth broke her skin, and dancing lights erupted across her vision.
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There was a rather loud knock at the door. Vegeta was not surprised by the knock; he had sensed Kakarot's ki coming from miles away.
Walking along the thin line somewhere between irritation and proud indifference, Vegeta opened the door and scowled confidently at the taller Saiyan.
"Where's Chi-chi?"
"Asleep, as far as I know."
"What happened, Vegeta?"
"What are you blathering about?" Vegeta asked blandly. "The only thing I remember 'happening' was the hell-cat burning her hand on the stove while reaching for a pan to attack with. I only remember because she insisted on using a sensu even though she was barely blistered."
"No way, something really bad happened to her just now! Quit lying to me!" Kakarot insisted with the kind of ferocity he usually reserved for galactic tyrants.
"Oh, and when did you become a psychic, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked sardonically, before snorting. "She is perfectly fine, Kakarot! Now get out of here! Do you realize what she'll do if she sees you here? I don't intend to play this farce any longer than I must!"
"But…"
"Out! This absurd 'game' is almost finished—then you will be able to see her!"
The man sighed. "You're not lying to me?"
Vegeta growled in irritation. "Why in Kami's name would I lie to you about that? I realize your brain is horribly mangled and pulverized, but try to think once in awhile!"
"A-ah…okay…I'll try…."
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Bulma sighed as she sat at the table, mentally slapping herself. I can't believe I let myself lose control! Had it been anyone else, I would be found out! And then living through the last part of the arrangement would be a royal pain…as it is…he'll still probably ask about it unless he forgets…
She stood up quickly. "Food! Lots of food! That'll knock that memory right out!"
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His lip curled into a snarl as he looked down at the sleeping form of the woman he had rescued earlier that night. Her entire right side was bandaged, and most of her skin was bright pink. She would likely scream and whine about her hair when she woke as well. Still…she was lucky…very lucky.
Without a sensu she would easily be bedridden until the end of the agreement. And he was saddled with the irritating task of tending to her!
He shook his head and closed the door, moving to check her bandages. "This is the last time I rescue you. I'm not Kakarot or some sentimental fool, do you understand? Next time you are going to blow yourself up alone!"
CH END
AN: . Originally there was no lemon—but the chapter was too short, so I added Trunks and Pan. 2nd draft was much more nitty-gritty…might have pushed it beyond rules.
So, I cut out non-essential parts, and reduced some description—specifically anything related to grinding or thrusting XD Leaving me the only one who shall ever see the whole scene (except for those of you with exceptionally dirty minds)
Yes…though the main romances are G/B V/C, I'm not going to glaze over the others, either….
And I think I shall be making a sequel….;) but that all depends on how I decide to finish this one.
Finished (CPU transference w/2 hr break for dinner and movie) 11/27/05 11:54:14 PM
Transference to floppy: 12/21/05 4:38:01 PM-Yusagi Sombermoon