Cress shook her head, she hadn't any time to dwell on this male's species. He was heavily blistered, and they were beginning to weep blood and an off yellow pus.
She hurriedly mashed the cleansweep apples and tree sap together, forming an antiseptic paste, which she plastered all over the males wounds.
He seemed to be peppered in older wounds too, some of them slightly infected. The male seemed to have great chunks of an unknown tree embedded in his flesh.
The female frowned as she pulled the chunks out. She didn't like this tree, when she touched the wood it felt wrong, like this wood had killed. She noted with a groan that the wounds had began to bleed heavily, getting it all over her bed. She grabbed a bone needle and thread, setting to work.
--
Turles felt his consciousness come back to him like a Ricorn at full speed.
" F-uuuck " He rasped, his throat was red raw
Something like a skin bag was pressed to his lips, and he choked down some water.
That did the trick, the male opened his eyes slightly. He couldn't see properly, but he mad out tanned skin and a shock of black hair. The scent that graced his nostrils was familiar.
--
Cress busied herself with the clear broth that she was preparing. Cress always had it when she couldn't eat properly. It had fruit and what was left of the slaughtered wolf.
The males eyes were open, and he was regaining his vision quickly. Cress sat next to him on the furs, and lightly touched the bone spoon to his lips. The strange male complied, opening his sore mouth wide.
He ate slowly but steadily, his weak eyes flickering over her face. Cress noted that the male twitched his seared hands towards her occasionally, and tried to use a mouth word, but she shoved the spoon in his mouth whenever he tried to speak.
--
Turles felt slightly content whilst he was spoon fed by what smelled like a female presence. Maybe it was one of the KitSu-jin, with their tanned faces and foxy attitude. He shook his head, he was still slightly delerious.
His vision was coming back faster now, and an oddly familiar face blinked at him with wide and excited eyes. No other species had eyes like that, or gravity defying hair. Turles shifted slightly, as a brown appendage wiggle from the females lower back.
He shot his hand out, which was agony, and grabbed her tail.
--
Cress instinctively stiffened when the male grabbed her tail. But to her relief he didn't squeeze. The strange male seemed to be examining it. Stroking and messing up the neatly groomed fur. His eyebrows were furrowed as his nostrils contorted, he was scenting her.
The touch of another made Cress's eyes close in relaxation, as a shiver made it's way up her spine. An appreciative purr began to reverbrate in her chest.
A smirk graced the males face as he continued his ministrations, but then it turned into a cocky grin, and Cress felt an electrifying pain travel through her entire body.
Cress snarled at the male, but she couldn't move.
--
Turles laughed to himself as he let go of her, he'd never really gotten this close to a saiyan female, he'd been young when the planet exploded, about 8 years old, he could only vaguely remember his mother. She'd been strong and fierce, with a thick mane of long hair.
With a snap, Turles was taken away from his memories, the female was growling fiercely at him, her lips twitching with the effort.
He didn't understand why she didn't just say anything, maybe she was shy?
" S-so you gonna say anything, or what? "
The female looked at him strangely for a moment, then looked as if she was choosing her words carefully.
" Fuuuhhhhck " She smiled, wagging her tail happily.
--
The male had groaned audibly. Cress didn't understand what was wrong. He'd placed his hands over his face, which must of hurt, there were still blisters there.
--
Turles felt an overwhelming desire to shout and scream, things had been so wrong, so so wrong.
He screwed up his eyes and began clawing at his face. His life's work had been destroyed, the tree was gone, and so was his crew...his ship...
..and the female..
she couldn't speak
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Cress tried to stop him scratching at his wounds, the blood was running down his face and into the creases on his neck. She whined and tried to grab his arms, but he knocked her away. He'd pulled his stitches out too, and a white aura began to envelope his body as he screamed in pain and despair.
Cress didn't know what to do, she didn't know the words to make him stop, panic took over her body as a feeling of helplessness enveloped her.
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Turles had lost control, he felt anger at the world boil through his veins, anger at Frieza, anger at Kakkarot, anger at the female...
..anger at himself..
His body was powering up instinctively, causing the very ground around them to tremble and shake.
He felt the female grab his wrist.
" S..ss.." She stuttered, and he laughed at her, laughed at her pitiful home and her pitiful life
" Pathetic " He spat as he grabbed her wrist in return.
" St...ss.." She tried, and he twisted her wrist, the snap became apparent to his ears as she screamed in agony.
" STOPPIT" She howled, tears running down her face as she punched him as hard as she could in the head.
A look of shock briefly registered on his battered face, before darkness took over.
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Cress lay there, panting heavily, grinning in pain. The male was laying on the furs, breathing lightly. He needed treatment, but she needed it first, Cress was only glad that he'd broken her left wrist.
It was sticking out at an odd angle, and had popped out of place.
The female grit her teeth as she set and splinted the wrist. Her body was shaking from fatigue, a sheen of sweat enveloping her entire being. Cress dully wondered if she should've left the male to roast in the metal clothes he had worn, but she shook that idea away, disgusted with herself.
..Two Hours Later..
Cress collapsed beside the male on the furs, he was stabilised, and she was almost crying with exhaustion. Her hands with riddled with needle punctures, and the cleansweep mash was stinging her fingers. The male smelled too.
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Turles was once again pulled kicking and screaming into consciousness. His head almost exploded in waves of heat. But he had to admit it, Turles felt a lot better.
Something stirred at his side.
He looked down in shock, and frowned, the female was nestled in the crook of his arm. Guilt overwhelmed him as he spied the splinted wrist. He shook the thought away, he'd recently tried to wipe out a whole planet, and he was worrying about this one female's wrist?!
But that's what she was..one female.
I will dance for:
Strefe
Apocolapse Tomorrow
loraven888
Chezashinobi
( I'll make it good too ;D)
Anyways...sorry for not updating sooner, went through some shit at home, blah blah.
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I gotta say, this chapter was really hard to write. Originally I had her jumping all over him and licking him to death, then I had this Tarzan scene -_- Then she was hunting...and he was like
" Woah she's not good at fighting, she's good at running! "
and I was like
" lookit her hips Turles!! Watch how I describe them bounce merrily ! "
but Cress was like
" I'MN O TFAAHT "
...*AHEM*...
Review and I'll love you long time ; )
(If you're saiyan and male, then a really long time)
xD
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