Chapter 6
As he's come to know himself, so increasingly expertly by the passing second, he's come to realise that he is not a being that can be affected by someone else's reactions. Rather, he knows himself to thrive on the reactions that other people give him, because it adds onto to his grandiose feelings of superiority. However, and this vexes him to even admit, he swears on his sacred supremacy, that this woman before him that he considers to be nothing in comparison to him, has an odd ability in her possession, over him.
Would he go as far as to say that she affects him? Definitely not. Except…
Not too shortly after he commands her to worship him, as it is rightful for her to do, what with her being the lesser of the both of them, there appears a look on his face, that even he can't deny makes his facial muscles twitch some. The look, is a defined and concrete statement in highlighted boldness, that clearly exclaims, 'How dare he!' and it's as perfectly shown as anything can be, but it proves completely nothing compared to the howl of a sound that comes from her mouth.
Again, he wouldn't go as far as to say that her succeeding, very vocal yet wordless exclamation affects him, no. Forced into a rush of jitters within his body, however, yes, that he can wholeheartedly claim as true.
She's not screeching. She not screaming. She's not shrieking. She's howling. Intensely howling, as though she were a brilliant fighter about to display her utmost power, and that, oh, that does something incredible to his already jittering system. The knowledge of grasping her reaction in that different way, especially because he didn't expect it from her, pushes him into a thoroughly inflamed state of catatonic excitement.
He won't lie, his mind cannot understand why all of a sudden he finds the blaze of her eyes equal to bright stars beckoning to him, or why her 'ready to explode' expression looks like a fine attack to him, and why, most importantly, the reverberating sound of her powerful howl makes his body clench tightly, but he welcomes it nonetheless.
All of it.
He still won't admit that she's affecting him with her reaction, although, he can say that he feels like he's forgetting the world and its mechanisms as his supreme mind knows it to be.
Here, right now, with her, he's suddenly standing at the door of an unknown world that he didn't know existed. Forget that feeling that he felt when he became this supreme being. Forget that moment when he realised that every single person around him was afraid of him, even though their mouths didn't confess it. And yes, forget the feeling brought about by the knowledge that he has no equal, because this, right here, with her, is more thrilling.
This adrenaline resonating against the hardness of his bones. This firm clenching of his stomach muscles. This seizing tingling of his skin. This itching of his palms to close over her mouth, just so that he can feel her howl in his hand. And this sudden hunger to have her closer, all for the fact that she's reacting this dangerously to his simple request…
It's all so thrilling to him. Very.
And, lo, she's right here. In front of him. To draw closer. And have her reaction that much closer to his fervency, if he so wills. And oh, yes, he definitely so wills.
Automatically, his arms start to outstretch towards her, even though there is a little space between them, that doesn't need him to stretch out his arms out that far. At the same time, his feet cross the space, the half of a foot distance between them, to destroy this sickening space between them completely.
The static from her, is calling for him, luring him to her, and his mind can do nothing to stop his body from reacting like this, because he's actually pleasured to be indulging in it like this. His heart is beating so wildly, that he can taste the pounding of it on his tongue. His body is tight, anticipating, waiting, and itching to yank her into him and feel her reaction up-close. So no, he has no intention of resisting this with his mind.
When his hands touch her, willingly, she does the strangest thing. Not only does she abruptly stop the glorious, invigorating sound of her howl, and even loses the expression on her face, she moves so quickly to grip him on either side of his waist with her hands. Although he didn't expect that from her, his ever-combat-ready-body, and especially heated with spasmodic excitement, he instantly reacts by shoving her enough, to make her lose all contact with him, and then hit the wall behind her with her back.
'Ugh!' leaves her mouth in an irritated moan.
Oooh… His heart speeds up just a little bit more.
Something about seeing her hit the wall the way that she does, and then wince out in pain at the contact, does something incredible to him. Noticing how she looks like she enjoyed the way that it hurt, makes him accelerate to another point, where he feels ready to make her go through it again. Without wasting a second, he attempts to make her cry out in again, only, she doesn't allow him to.
Her deceiving body, which looks plain and drab, is evidently very lithe and agile, because at the last second, before he can crush his body atop hers against the wall, she slides out of the way. Not only that, she manages to get behind him, and then circle him with her arms. By the time that he comes to register that she's got her arms around his torso in a delicate hold, his body is already too soft, and he feels a little weak.
What?
What in the world is she doing to him, that he's getting soft for her all of a sudden? He'd been a hard rod of firmness, with excitement fueling his tight body, and suddenly, without getting the time to register the change coming, he's soft? Talk about a colossal downgrade. And infuriating too!
'Stop that!' he immediately bursts.
She's not even holding him that tightly, that he would have trouble making her arms move away from his body. But oh, she's holding him tightly, all right. And that infuriates him.
This delicate tightness from her, that his supreme body has no idea how to deal with, is making him lose his mind. He thought that he could intimidate everyone in his way, because well, he can, because he has that ability to, but here, he can't get rid of the softness in his body, that arose from the delicate touch of this… This… Lithe and delicate woman?
'No!' she boldly challenges. 'You need to promise me that you'll take a bath first!'
She's not serious! Promise her what? He's not a small child, he doesn't need to promise her anything. After all, in their equation, he is the stronger, and he has much more of an expanded advantage over her, which means that promises from him to her, are naught.
'Let go of me, I said!' he barks, although…
It's curious, because in his mind, he knows that he is perfectly capable of getting her hands and arms off him, and then fling her across the room if he wishes, except, he can't seem to command his body to want differently, than being in this new delicate embrace of hers.
Embrace. How disgusting of him to even think of this word.
He hates it. He really hates how this softness contrasts his entire being's foundation, and yet, his body seems to want nothing better than to disobey him. He, of course, doesn't feel any type of pleasure being like this with her, but his inaction, his inability to separate himself from her delicate hold, is daring to challenge an outsider to think otherwise. And yes, that's playing with his perfect mind as one would expect.
'Promise to take a bath,' she insists, maintaining her terms or release.
Frustrated at her stubborn refusal to hear and accept the words that came from his mouth, his clenches his jaw tightly. With jaws pressed together, he closes his eyes too, however, closing his eyes, is a by-product of manifested frustration. It's not necessarily that he thinks to close his eyes, to demonstrate his frustration, it just happens without his proper consent, that he finds himself barking the same order to her again.
'Let go of me now!'
Too badly, he wants to let her know that he doesn't take instructions from anyone, but the fact is that he's still very much aware that he is hungry and he would like to eat. It's obvious to him that he can go somewhere else, and just force any other person to feed him, but this woman seems to have it in her head that she can challenge him and disobey his authority. And that, he can't have. That, he needs to demonstrate against.
'I won't tell you again,' he decides to emphasise it to her.
'Fine,' she surprisingly answers.
He begins to feel her hands slowly leave him, but that is also when she speaks to him again, 'If that is how you want to play it...'
From the moment that she accepted her defeat and said, 'Fine,' he thought that she would dutifully let him go, only to be taken by surprise when she starts something that he doesn't recognise. Well, he doesn't recognise it, but apparently his body does. To him, whatever she's started doing to his body, feels strange, although, not as strange as the sound that he hears come from his own mouth.
In the world?! What is that disturbing sound? And why is it making shaking reverberations in his body?
'I won't stop until you promise to get in that bath, mister,' her voice sounds through his own disturbing sounds.
With help from her words, he reluctantly falls into the realisation that she's making her fingertips crawl over his sides, like fast and busy insects that ought to be in a place that they currently in. In short, he recognises that she's… For the love of supremacy, the woman is tickling him!
Why, he'd never!
If she's tickling him, then the only plausible explanation to the disturbing sound that's coming from his mouth, is… Dare he say it, laughter? Really, he's laughing at a time like this? Really, he's choosing now, of all times to be jovial with this frustrating woman?
Whichever is worse, he can't decide at the moment; That one, she's successively having undesired and mentally unwelcomed effects on him, that two, his body, which is the ultimate epitome of strength, is not as strong as to resist strengthless attacks or touches, or that three, he can't do anything to stop himself from laughing like this. Well, no matter, he decides, if it takes him making her a promise to release him from this torture of helplessness, he'll tolerate it for a second, until he has the upper hand again.
'Fine! I'll take the bath!' he begrudgingly manages to tell her, snapping his eyes open.
True to her word, which greatly surprises him, she instantly stops making her fingers crawl over his sides. Her hands, however, do not leave his sides, it's only her eyes that look straight into his, enough for him to see that the previous blaze that had been in them, is gone.
Unlike he would've expected, he feels a little uncomfortable jab in his stomach, for realising that her once-beckoning eyes, have now turned soft, with the remnants of mirth around the corners. He won't say it is this way, but it almost seems to him, like he misses that initial reaction from her, that got them here in the first place. He almost wants to think that he should say something to make her howl out her outrage again. Because, the result on his body, he could repeat again.
'Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?' she asks, a soft smile deforming her lips.
Instantly, with a frown to match it, he decides that he doesn't like that smile of hers. It's too simple and yet genuine, not diluted in anything to do with external factors. The thing about that smile, is that it just seems so in the moment, just between the two of them. She's making it seem like something so special between them and their current time together, that he just hates it.
What gives her the right to think of him and her in the same secluded thought? She should separate him from her thoughts, because he is by no means connected to her in that way. There is no conjunctive between them, that allows for him, a supreme and extremely extinguished being, and her, a basic weakling, to be in the same thought, that she would smile because of it.
It's disrespectful and presumptuous. And he'll show her just how wrong she is to assume that can conjoin them in her head, and manifest that through a smile. No, he'll show her…
Quickly, he grabs hold of her entire upper body and pulls her into him. It makes him smile for a change, when he hears her pull in a sharp breath. This is off to a good start, he thinks, because clearly, he's dominating this round, and there is no escape for her. Of course, he could easily wipe the smile off his face and pretend not be affected by how he took her by surprise, but no, it's a stroke on his ego that he can get a reaction out of her.
'Isn't it your turn to tell me to stop it?' he huskily asks, raising one eyebrow down at her. 'To let you go?'
She should be at his mercy in his hold, and yet, his hands aren't holding her tightly enough, and his stance, it's just not intimidating enough. He can't understand why that is so, he only knows that even if he commanded his hands to tighten their hold, it wouldn't happen. Still, he hopes that she doesn't realise this about him, and rather focuses on his taunt for her to beg him to let her go.
'Don't be ridiculous, Goku,' she answers carefully. 'Close to you like this, why would want such a thing? And why would you?'
You're right, a voice in his head speaks to him, why would I want that?
It's that voice again! That voice that seems to only sound out when he doesn't need it the most. It always seems to be taunting him, too, but this time, he will not allow it to entertain this woman. He can't trust that voice around this woman, because she presents to be a sorcerer of some sort. Because really, how else can he explain that she first got him all excited and weak to reach out for her, and then completely defeated to softness?
No, such risks, he will not tolerate to be entertained, and to make sure of that, he shoves her away from her, and shows his hand towards the door.
'Get out!' he orders. 'I'll take the stupid bath, but you better have my food ready!'
When she only stands there looking at him, as though he said nothing of importance to her, he starts to wonder if he's ever told her that he despises her, because he does. Passionately.
'Get out now, I said!' he shouts at her with all of his might.
