The next chapter is up! Here's a nice extra long chapter for everyone! WARNING: Strong Sexual Content near the end of this chapter. Enjoy :)
"She walked towards the mysterious light flickering at the end of the cave. As she drew closer she heard what sounded like two men conversing with one another. Cassidy cautiously peaked around the wall of the cave. A look of shock crossed her face when she recognized the two men as infamous criminals who had recently escaped Mt. Creek Penitentiary.
She began to back away as quietly as possible. When suddenly, she hit a slippery spot by a puddle, and fell back with a resounding thud. Unfortunately, the men heard her, and went to investigate. Cassidy sat there with a look of horror upon being discovered. They both had ugly sneers on their faces as they approached her. She quickly stood up and...And..." Aimee sighs in frustration.
"Fuck..." She draws out slowly while running a hand up her face and over her long brown locks.
She swears, she can't remember the last time she had writer's block this fucking bad. Sure, she had it right before she came to South City last year to visit Bulma, Goku, and their families. But for some reason, it's even worse this time around. Not only that, but this is the longest lasting case she's ever had.
Six months, since Aimee's been returned to Earth. And since then, has she been a the biggest funk. She only been writing, or more like attempting to write for the last four and a half months. With little to no resolve to her blocks. In truth, she's been having a hard time concentrating on work since she has been back. Aimee would even go as far to say, she'd been very depressed.
Despite being in space for most of last year, she doesn't miss it in the least. She was grateful to be back on Earth. But Aimee felt as if a huge chunk of her heart has been torn out as well. Even though her life has been back to normal for quite sometime now, her inner turmoil just won't leave her alone. Not only that, but others have noticed this too.
Bulma has noticed it from the start and Aimee's Grandparents could see it too. Though none of them could've ever guessed why that is. So far, they still all think it has to do with trauma from the horrific events that has taken place in space while under the incarceration of Frieza. The young woman is starting to feel bad at not telling Bulma or her Grandparents more about it like she said she would.
The truth is, she's still having a hard time with spilling the rest of the story to everyone. Because how can you tell someone what really went on between you and this Universe's most notorious Galactic Emperor who was hated by all? How can you tell them that you didn't escape but was in fact; returned on their own accord?
Aimee was broken from her train of thought when her iphone started ringing. She picked it up and the Caller I.D. read 'Bulma'.
"Hey, Bulma what's up?" Aimee asked.
"Not much, just wanted to know whether your busy or not at the moment." The older woman inquired.
She looked at her computer screen. Aimee was barely into Chapter 4 of the book. And it's been that way since a month and a half ago. 'What the hell. It's not like I'm getting anywhere with it at the moment. So fuck it.' She thought. The young writer hit 'Save', before closing her laptop.
"No, I'm not busy at all. Why?" She asks.
"You mind if I stop by and hang with you a bit. Between my parents and the kids, they're driving me crazy at the moment. Kind of need to get out for a bit, at least to get some peace and quiet, and to just relax." Bulma explained.
Aimee chuckled a bit at her dilemma.
"Yeah, ok. What time do you want me to come and rescue you?" She teases.
Bulma laughs a little over the phone.
"You don't have to swing by. I'll drive over to you. What time is good for you?" She asks.
"As I said, I'm not really busy or doing anything at the moment. So, whenever you feel like it." Aimee replied.
"Alright, twenty-minutes ok?" The blue haired scientist asked.
"Sure. My door will be open when you get here." The young woman said.
"Ok, I'll see you then. Later, Hun." Bulma said.
"See you in a bit." Aimee says.
After they hung up, she got up and went downstairs to open the door. Aimee took Bulma's offer when she came back to Earth. And the older woman gave her a capsule home. Not much for city life, she took the capsule and set up house on the outskirts of the woods and by the water. Her location put her a few good miles outside of the city. She was in fact, not all that far from Goku and ChiChi's Home. Which was nice because every now and then ChiChi would stop by with Goten.
Living her turned out to be one of the best decisions she made so far. Because she no longer felt alone or isolated. Her closest friends now all lived within a few miles of her. There was one downside though and that was; she was even further away from her Grandparents. Well, according to them at least for now. After Aimee came back to Earth and she informed them that she was going to stay within South City limits, they told her they may move out that way as well.
She knew the reason why was is because they were living in Limbo not knowing where their Granddaughter was and constantly wondering if she were still alive. Just hearing that from them was just as agonizing to her. The three of them practically broke down when they came to South City months ago and were reunited with Aimee. She feels this whole ordeal brought them even closer as a family and she would be quite elated if they do move here.
Aimee pulled a kitchen chair over and stood on it. She leaned over the counter, opened up one of the cabinets, and grabbed a couple wine glasses from the top. Then she went into one cabinet underneath the kitchen counter and pulled out a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon Wine. Then spent the next few minutes wrestling the wrapper off and pulling out the cork.
She then brought the bottle and the glasses out into the living room and set them on the coffee table. While Aimee waited, she flipped on the t.v. Roughly seventeen-minutes later, Bulma came through the front door.
"Hey. Oh, you read my mind, and brought out the good stuff." Bulma said, as she walked into the living room.
Aimee smirked, "Figured you could do with a glass or two after what you briefly told me over the phone. Sounds like the family was driving you up the wall. I could even hear Trunks yelling in the background. I thought I also heard your Mom at some point say something too, and heard Bulla whining."
The older woman sighs with a chuckle, "Yeah, your pretty pinpoint accurate about it. I'll give you that."
Bulma joined her on the couch as Aimee poured them both some wine. At this time, Bulma took notice at the state her friend was in. Aimee had some dark circles under her eyes, her hair was a bit in disarray, and her clothes were quite crinkled. She appeared as if she had just rolled out of bed after a bad night's sleep. Her blue eyes seemed rather dull too and not as bright as they usually were. It was all certainly concerning for the Capsule Corps Heiress. Especially, since this isn't the first time she has seen the younger woman like this.
"Hey, are you ok?" She asks.
"Yeah, why do ask?" Aimee asked.
Bulma gave her a look of pity.
"I just...I don't mean to be blunt. But you seem to be a mess both physically and emotionally. It's rather concerning for us because you have been up and down like this for the last several months since you been back." She admits.
Aimee sighs and took a sip of her wine.
"I know. I know I've been looking and feeling like shit and I know everyone else has begun to noticed and are concerned." She said. Though Bulma could tell she wanted to say more.
"I don't mean to bring this up again. But since it has been around six months now, do you think you can tell me what has been truly bothering you after all this time?" Bulma asked.
Aimee looks down at her glass, "I feel like I may as well. After all, I can't keep it a secret forever."
Bulma places her hand on Aimee's shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"You don't have to tell me every little thing or go into detail. Just tell me enough that you feel comfortable to say. But I do have one question to ask." She says.
The brunette looks over at her, "Yeah?"
"Does how you been feeling lately have to do with your time in space with Frieza?" Bulma asks.
Aimee doesn't say anything for a moment. Then nods.
"Yeah, it does." She finally admits.
Bulma bit her lip, "Did he...did he really hurt you or...force himself on you?"
The young woman shakes her head.
"No, none of that. I'll try and start again from the beginning. And I'll try not to leave anything out." Aimee said.
The blue haired woman nodded and gestured for her to, 'go on'.
"Well, you already know at least half of what happened. How he treated me pretty much like a toy while I was stuck aboard his ship. But what I denied to mention was, it wasn't always like that. Things started to change during my time in space aboard his ship. Changing between us." She paused for a moment, before speaking up.
"You may not believe me with what I will say next. But I swear to you, it's the truth." Aimee added.
She spent the next hour or so explaining everything she could to Bulma. How the tyrant shifted in his treatment of her. How they opened up to each other about their lives and their pasts. How she started seeing another side of him as the year progressed. All the way to how he saved her from a deadly interstellar sex trafficking ring. And finally, to how she really came to be back on Earth.
Bulma held onto everything Aimee said. The whole other half to her story was astonishing to say the least. She just hopes that the older woman doesn't write her off as having developed Stockholm Syndrome or any other crazy similar notions. When Aimee finished, Bulma didn't say anything at first. Still surprised and trying to process everything she's just been told.
"Just please, don't write me off as having developed some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or anything. Because, that's not the case at all. I know it's hard for you to digest, because he is everyone's biggest enemy. But when it's all said and done, you can't sit there and tell me that he didn't care. If that were the case, I wouldn't be here right now." Aimee pointed out.
"I'm not going to lie, it's still all very shocking to take in. Especially, since we've all known the guy for years, and know what kind of person he is. I mean, he spent over a decade in Hell. And within that time, he has never repented for his crimes, not once. Yet, here you are, claiming that he does in fact care for you, and that is why he let you go.
And yet, as crazy as it does sound. I find myself almost believing it. Because lets face it, escaping from the likes of Frieza in our case would be damn near impossible. Especially, while being aboard his ship in the middle of space, and not knowing how to work one of those pods. Because I can tell you right now, that that was one of the biggest questions of all. Vegeta is certain that there was no way you would know how those pods work or how to even work them. I do believe that is part of why he wanted to inquire more about your story." Bulma stated.
"It's as I said, because he set the coordinates in the pod for me. Before sending me off." Aimee replied.
Bulma couldn't help but feel there was something else that Aimee hadn't told her yet. She can tell, because the younger woman seemed a bit fidgety and was fiddling with locks of her hair. Something she mainly did when she was nervous about something.
"There is something else isn't there? I can tell because you appear to be nervous or possibly hesitant about saying something." She said.
Aimee once again turned her gaze away from the other woman and looked out one of the windows.
"I miss him, Bulma. And...I'm hoping I'll see him again." She confessed, before turning her gaze back to her.
Bulma still can't clearly comprehend such a notion. But after everything her friend and the tyrant have been through within that time. It is clear to the older woman that there could be strong feelings between the two. She knew Aimee and her family for a very long time. And knew well enough that the young writer was a very rational and logical person. Because of this, she knew Aimee is not someone who is prone to making bad choices or decisions.
It's all there in her eyes, she truly does have feelings for the Galactic Emperor. And from everything Aimee has shared with her, apparently Frieza feels the same. Bulma gives her a soft smile.
"Why are you worried? You said before you departed from his ship that he said he would come see you again, right?" She inquired.
Aimee nodded, "Yeah, but I don't know when or if he really can. I can't help but feel if he were to come here, it will just end in a fight with the others. And I'm not talking about just Goku and Vegeta. Even if he were to come here while they were away training on Lord Beerus's World. That still leaves Gohan, Piccolo, and the others that will try and fight him."
The older woman knew exactly where she was getting at. Because it is true. If Frieza were to come here, the others would feel obligated to stop him. One solution did cross her mind though.
"I can think of one solution. But you may not like it. Can you just hear me out though?" Bulma asks.
"What?" Aimee says.
"I can tell the others what you just told me now. It maybe a long shot, but maybe I can persuade them not to pursue Frieza if he were to come here looking for you. I know you may not like the idea of everyone else knowing the rest of your story. But it may be the only way to possibly get them to listen. Or of you want, you can just tell them yourself." She offers.
Aimee thought about it.
"Even if that were to somehow work. I'm scared he may never come back. He may have only told he would so not to upset me." She admits.
Bulma's smile widens, "Sweetie, if he truly cares about you like you said he does, then he has no reason to stay away. All of what he's done for you so far confirms that."
The young woman swallows down the lump in her throat by taking another sip from her wine glass. Aimee want's to believe that and in her heart she does. But doubt will always linger in her mind until that time.
They continued to chat for another couple hours afterwards. Eventually, switching over to other lighter topics. Bulma told her about a big party happening for her Birthday. In which Aimee teased her and asked if her party was going to be on a blimp this time instead of a cruise ship like before. The older woman rolled her eyes and told her that she will see for herself as the date draws closer. Then they parted for the evening and Bulma went back home.
3 Weeks Later...
It was a clear and somewhat muggy night. Aimee was sleeping above the covers with the fan pointed towards her bed and a couple of the windows in her room were open slightly. A full moon lit up the bedroom in a soft white glow. The only noise in the room came from the fan itself.
She was still fast asleep and didn't hear one of the windows slowly opening wider. Nor did she feel the dip on the bed.
Aimee slowly awoke to something lightly touching the side of her right temple. She initially thought that the fan which was facing towards her had blown a piece of hair over the side of her forehead, and she lazily went to brush it away without so much as opening her eyes. Until her hand connected with something way more solid and firm than hair.
That's when she did open her eyes. The first thing she saw were a pair of blood red eyes settled in a very pale and familiar face. Aimee sat up with a slight gasp. Was...was she dreaming? Frieza sat there and gave her a soft a smile.
"Hello, Darling." He said.
She didn't say anything for a moment. Still getting over the initial surprise of his presence here.
"Frieza?" Aimee says.
She slowly reaches out and rests her hand on his cheek. Her eyes became glassy when she felt warm solid skin beneath her palm. A clear indication he was really here and she wasn't dreaming.
"You came." She said, barely above a whisper.
He grasps her hand and caresses it.
"Of course, I did say I would." Frieza replied.
Aimee swallowed the lump in her throat.
"I still wasn't sure you would." She admitted.
"I...was a coward. I'll admit I'd tried staying away at first." He confessed.
"Why?" She asked.
Frieza was silent for a few moments. trying to think of the best way to tell her.
"Because, there was something I have been trying to run away from. Until I couldn't anymore." He told her.
One stray tear rolled down her cheek.
"Well, I'm glad you decided not to do so anymore." Aimee choked out.
His smile faltered a bit as so many emotions ran rampant through his mind. Frieza gently wiped the tear away. Before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Aimee's breath hitched and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth to let him deepen the kiss. Her heart felt like it about to burst and his felt like it was going a mile a minute as they pour every amount of passion into the kiss.
They never broke it as she moved over and allow him more room to lay down. Frieza moved to lay on top of her. Their make out session was getting more heated by the moment. Until they finally had to pull away for air. He rested his forehead against hers briefly, and slowly ran a hand beneath the thin tank top. Aimee grabbed the bottom of it and started to pull it up her torso.
He pulled back enough for her to sit up and remove the top. Before laying back down again. She wrapped her arms around his neck once more and pulled him in for another heart stopping kiss. At some point, Aimee's pajama shorts and undies joined her top, and now she lays bare before him. Their hands began to roam and caress each other's bodies. Pulling sighs and soft moans from the couple.
Eventually, they pull away from the kiss again, and he started leaving a trail of light kisses down the side of her neck. While she lightly runs her hands up and down his biceps. Frieza pushes his pelvis into hers and rubs his mound against her opening. Aimee's breathing turns into breathy pants as the skin of his crotch rubs against her sensitive clit.
They didn't really want to start off with any foreplay. Both just wanted to dive right into it.
"Frieza...please." She says, between pants.
He smiles against her cheek and turns to give it a peck. Then he lets his aching erection slide out. In one swift motion, he plunged his stiff member into her wet opening. They let out a moan at the pleasant intrusion. Aimee wraps her legs around his waist above his tail. Frieza pulls back slightly to rest his forehead against hers yet again. The two maintain eye contact as they slowly thrust into one another.
A light sheen of sweat starts to develop on their skin and their breathing coming out in short pants, as he reaches for one of her hands and interlocks his hand with hers. Aimee caresses his cheek with her other hand. They were taking their time, savoring every moment of time lost between one another during their time apart. They shared another kiss with each other and at some point, their thrusts started picking up pace.
Her breathy moans started to get louder as he gradually drove his hips into hers faster. Frieza pulled her in closer and had Aimee pressing the side of her face into his shoulder. He groaned as he buried the side of his face into her hair. Pulling closer to their orgasms, he started to piston into her faster until the whole mattress was bouncing up and down from his thrusts.
At this point, all Aimee could do was hold on. Some of her moans turned into cries of pleasure as she felt that coil tighten in her lower abdomen. Frieza grunted slightly when he felt her inner walls beginning to tighten around his engorged cock. He gave a couple more frantic thrusts before she cried out her release and tightened around him like a vice, pulling a very audible groan from him as he shot his release into her.
There were only a couple more lazy thrusts from him until he finished. Afterwards the pair were panting like they just completed a triathlon. Eventually, he pulled out and dropped beside her on the bed. Aimee rolled to her side and scooted in closer to him. Frieza wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. He laid on his back as Aimee laid her head on his chest.
Neither of them spoke for the first minute or so, still trying to catch their breath. Then Frieza finally broke the silence and said something that Aimee never thought she'd hear.
"I Love You, Aimee." He said.
A gasp followed by a huge smile decorated her face.
"I Love You Too." She said, a couple more tears cascaded down her cheeks.
He brushed a few locks of hair over her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. Another minute passed by before one of them spoke again.
"Please, stay with me." Aimee says, almost like a plea.
Frieza tightens his arms around her.
"Always." He responded.
She turns her face slightly to kiss his chest as a 'Thank You.'
The couple fall fast asleep shortly after. Their smiles still ever present as they slept.
I know the second part of this chapter could've possibly been a separate chapter. But I thought it best to add it in this one because I feel the last couple chapters may have dragged a little. So I figured I'd like to end this one with them being reunited and adding some nice steamy action to end the chapter. Until Next Time ;)
