It's been like.. a year. Oh well.
Blue Roses
Hatred. Deep and insanely and passionate hatred, that is what Gohan felt. AndThereMustHaveBeenSomeKindOfMISTAKE.
Bulma loved him. Bulma was soft and caring and he'd obsessed over this woman for years upon years and, and it was finally--everything was soft, everything was sweet. He was holding his head, thrashing back and forth in a dirty room, stomping and pacing and he could feel death everywhere. The death, the death of his father and the death of his comrades. The death of his personality and his childhood.
"Is it because he is wicked in a wicked world?"
She kissed him. It was soft, but his eyes fluttered open. Torankusu, Trunks, the baby boy sat up a little bit to watch her. There was a curious look in his eyes, but hers were sharp. They challenged him.
"I hate you." He said, softly. Quiet.
She grinned, "Why is that now?"
Juuhachi sounded so bored. Trunks frowned at his lap, "You've taken so much away from me."
"I can do terrible things to you." A tilt of her head to the side. He glipses at her fresh, milky flesh.
"That's absurd!"
But already, her lips were hot on his neck and the light in the room seemed to blacken as he gasped. The poor boy, inexperienced, naive, prone to influence, a product of the chaotic world he lived in. And as his noble side faltered and he gave into lust, he thought, "I could have been a hero."
Bulma held her head. Juu watched her, "What? You enjoyed it. You liked hurting him. You are sadistic."
"I am terrible." She replied.
"Much worse," Juunana began to move across the room in her direction until his outstretched fingers touched the tip of her chin, "You crave that sick twist in your abdomen, the attention and the heat of the moment. You needed to feel his sense of outrage and hurt, you are everything I am."
"You are a monster, Juu."
"What are you?"
"I? I'm going to fix this!" Buruma stood up, slapping his hand away. Her voice was thick with tears. "I need to fix this."
His eyes narrowed, "What you need to do is calm down. You're forgetting," He grabs her wrist, "Who is in control here." The android pressed her to the wall. His hand explored her body, between her breasts and down her thigh, up and back again, she could feel the warmth of his skin and faintly it seemed so odd to her that this creature was artificial. The lust of a man. The desire to destroy. The desire to control.
"You don't control me anymore!" She hissed, waving her hands around, "I loved him, you creep! I loved Gohan with everything I had!"
Something about the statement stunned him. The tone of her voice or the tears in her eyes and Juunana bit his lip. Shaking with anger, jealousy and hatred, his body got ridgid and cold. His hands loosened and he stepped away from her. She crossed her arms over her chest, a knowing look in her eyes, she had crossed a line; he was trying to control himself. "You would seriously, rather be with that weakling on the losing side than with me?"
"Any day," Bulma breathed. Her eyes were blazing. Malicious.
Juunana had not known rejection in a lifetime. His hand reached out to touch her cheek, she tilted it away from his reach. Angry, losing control of the situation, he raised his hand, and brought it down until it almost touched her. She flinched, closed her eyes, and then she heard him laugh.
"Open your eyes. I want you to see me. I want you to see this." He was closer to her again, hands roaming, and her shoulders and her legs, everything tingled, everything felt hot under his gaze, "Every second I spend with you, a million sides of me are screaming I should kill you. Kill the woman! Kill the weakness, kill the cause of all of this straying from my plans. I'm not having fun all the time anymore and I don't like it. Those 'you owe me, I owe you' games were real cute when all of this started out, but now, you know what?"
She looked at him.
"I really," He tugged at her hair to punctuate his thoughts, earning soft grunts from her, "Do not care if you want to fuck that guy or not. You belong to me now."
The sex that they had was rough and amazing. Her body felt as though it was on fire, she panted and she gasped in her own quiet, defiant way. He just snickered to himself, and there, the thought now planted in his head 'One day I will make you beg.'
I'll try to finish this up at some point...