A/N: I DID THE THING AGAIN U GUISE

Warning: Mild lemon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.

DEEP - SIX

15 - How To Crash and Burn

Rage poured through me like fire. How dare Goku say something like that—after all he'd put me through, with the lying and the outbursts of aggression and the abuse of my brother. How dare he even insinuate that he had any kind of genuine emotion for me. It was a sick, twisted obsession from a monster I didn't know at all.

I struggled to wriggle away but he held me firmly, black eyes boring through mine. Touching him was so emotionally overwhelming that I felt sick to my stomach. Goku was a damn liar. He wasn't even a human. I should've known. He was a brute, just like the other Saiyans. Every interaction; every moment we spent together was a coldly calculated play on the chessboard.

"Get OFF me!" I screamed.

I tried slipping through Goku's arms to the ground and his arm snaked around my waist, tightening his grip. The other slithered through my hair to cradle the back of my head. He squeezed my skull and held me in place, forcing me to look at him. Tears blurred my vision and I desperately clawed at his shirt to make an escape. All I could feel was hard, hot muscle that refused to give me an inch.

The hum of the cicadas muffled my screaming and crying. Maybe that was what Goku had intended. He was an immovable statue as I continued wearing myself out fighting him, only showing signs of life when he blinked. The wind ruffled his thick black hair, and sunlight cast a glow that looked like a halo.

Goku didn't speak for a long time, choosing to let me cry it out like I was a toddler. He was more stony-faced than I'd ever seen before and nothing about his expression gave away any secrets. Nothing more about who exactly he was, or why Bulma couldn't have just found someone else. Soon I was too exhausted to ask any more questions or even entertain what the hell was going on. I stopped resisting when my throat was raw and no more tears came.

He held my head in both hands and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "I do love you, Ellie."

"No you don't," I whimpered, too spent to cry again.

"I do. Even if it doesn't seem like it." Goku's dark eyes searched mine, looking for something I wouldn't give him. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

I shook my head but it could hardly move in his huge hands. A sob choked out of me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "I don't even know who you are. Please let me go."

"I can't. If something happens to you, I don't know what'll happen to me."

Goku gave me a hard kiss on my forehead before pulling me into one of his lung-crushing hugs, lifting me off the ground. I clung to his shirt, still entertaining the idea of getting very far away from him, and pressed my face into his shoulder. I had no idea who he was.

After a while he sank down to the ground, refusing to let go of me. I had to wrap my legs around him to avoid kneeling in the dirt while he sat cross-legged. The sun blazed down on my back but all I could see was the edge of the car behind Goku's shoulder.

He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, hot breath spilling across my collarbone. "If I tell you everything right now, you won't believe me. But I will tell you that I'm not from Earth. I crash-landed here when I was a baby, and I don't remember anything before then. I was raised here. It's all I know."

"You expect me to believe you?" I snapped. "After you made my brother your slave, tricked me, and colluded behind my back?" I was exhausted but fresh anger brought back a little strength. "I'm calling Homeland Security or whoever is in charge of alien invasions when I get home. You ruined Owen's life and were perfectly content to do the same to me!"

Goku grabbed the back of my head to pull me off his shoulder, again forcing me to look him in the eyes. Now he looked angry and hurt—I couldn't keep up. He tightened his grip when I sank my nails into his wrist and I winced as some of my hair popped out. I latched onto his bicep with my other hand, trying to make him hurt, too.

"You have a funny way of showing someone you love them!" I hissed.

"Don't you care at least a little bit about me, Ellie?" He ground his jaw, pausing for a second. Was he about to cry? "You're always fighting me. Are you afraid of being happy, or am I embarrassing?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Abruptly, he dropped me, and I tipped backwards. I caught myself by grabbing the front of his shirt as he looked the other way towards the treeline. He rubbed his mouth with one hand and the other drooped over his knee. Both of us were pretty emotionally charged, and while I understood my own reasons for feeling betrayed, I wasn't sure where Goku's was coming from.

I took a steadying breath and closed my eyes. It was really hard to think. There was too much happening at once, and I was worried about Owen, and myself, and… Goku. Even if he was an alien.

"I need to see my brother," I said.

"No."

"Goku, my parents need to know we're both okay."

"No, Ellie."

Annoyed, I started to bristle. "I'm trying to be reasonable! You need to—"

The switch flipped again and Goku grabbed me by the arms—hard. The sight of him made my chest tighten uncomfortably and my rage was washed away with a torrent of sympathy. His eyes were reddened and tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks. He was human after all.

"You drive me crazy, Ellie," he laughed, breaking out in a rueful smile. He gave me a small shake and squeezed my arms. "I can't read you at all. Maybe it's because you're smarter than me. Maybe you just act that way with everyone—I don't know. I told you that I love you and you don't care." The smile faded. He shook me again, this time a bit harder. "Don't you love me, too?"

My heart pattered a bit faster and warmth flooded me. I didn't give my feelings towards Goku much thought. I tried to pretend they didn't exist, and pushed him away to keep them under wraps. But I wasn't in love with him. There was no way. Attracted to him? Unfortunately, yes.

The deer-in-headlights look I had wasn't helping the situation. Goku's facial expression was deteriorating by the minute but I was afraid to answer him. Why was he throwing all of this on me at once? Wasn't knowing my brother was their drugged-up slave enough torture?

I stared back at him, worried my response would make him fly off the handle, and settled on concealing my feelings with a kiss. It could be read whatever way he wanted it to be.

It deepened fast. Goku released my arms to clutch my head in both hands at first, eagerly slipping his tongue in my mouth, but he was soon desperately wrapping his arms around me. I had his shirt still twisted firmly in my fists. Heat rose up from my stomach.

His lips moved on to my neck; his favorite spot. I was regretting starting anything—both of us were too upset to think clearly and I really needed some clarity. But I was weak, and I sank into him as he rolled my skin between his teeth. Fingers crept up the back of my shirt, leaving a tingling trail that drew up goosebumps on my arms. My breath quickened.

"I want you," Goku whispered, tickling my ear with his lips, "and I'm going to have you."

Then his hands were on my pants and I heard fabric starting to tear. I snapped out of the lustful haze and protested, grabbing the fingers working together to rip the front of my jeans in half. He'd already gotten an inch or two ripped apart without any effort and my white underwear was partially visible. I could feel how red my cheeks were.

Goku paused, twisting my pants in his fingertips, tearing them a bit more. His dark eyes were on mine but he glanced down at where my hands were on his and groaned. He rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the car door, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Not now," I said in a small voice.

He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed irately. "Like I said, you drive me crazy." One eye opened a bit and ventured back down to our hands, drawing another agonized groan from him. "I just wanna tear you apart, y'know?" His fingers extended to grasp my hips but his thumbs stayed on the torn part of my jeans, eyes now wide and staring at it. I was surprised he wasn't salivating.

It wasn't that I didn't want the same thing—it was the poor location and my secret fear that he might accidentally kill me during the act. If a steel door meant nothing to him, my pelvis was like popsicle sticks. Maybe he did need the pills…

I cleared my throat and patted his forearms. "We need to focus, Goku."

He pushed down on my hips so I could feel the "pencil" anomaly again and his thumbs slipped beneath the hem of my underwear. I held on fast to his arms, trying to ignore the warmth coiling in my belly and the jolt of anticipation. We needed to go. There were so many things at stake.

"I need you," he murmured.

"Goku—"

Goku's thumbs slid across my skin a few more centimeters and met together at the vertex of my problem. He held my hips firm when I gasped in shock and tried to pull away from him. Slowly, tortuously, one of his calloused thumbs rolled in small circles while the other ventured further. I leaned on his arms for support as my limbs turned to jelly. My toes curled behind him.

His gaze was dreamy, focusing on my face now. "No one is around, Ellie. Relax."

The rogue thumb wandered through wet flesh and his hand moved off my hip to my thigh so his digit could slip inside me. My head swam from the heat beating down on my back and rising up from between my legs. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip as he gently caressed a spot inside me that sent shivers down my spine.

A little wait wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, my jeans felt way too tight and they were half torn off, anyway. We could… maybe… take just a little while…

Everything started to tighten and I was too delirious with pleasure to be embarrassed about it. My eyes were still closed but my breathing quickened as I came closer to the unraveling. I shifted my hips, moving in unison with Goku, digging my nails into his skin—

Suddenly, fingers withdrew and I was left close enough to the end for it to be genuinely frustrating. I opened my eyes, still feeling kind of drunk, and watched Goku casually sucking on the thumb that had just been inside me. His haughty smile brought me back to reality.

Humiliated, I scrambled off his lap and got to my feet. My cheeks burned as I dusted myself off and tried to pull the hopelessly torn sides of my jeans together.

"Thanks for ruining my pants!" I snapped, voice quivering.

He shrugged, puckering his lips. "I guess that's not the only thing I ruined."

Desire was still hanging heavy but I refused to entertain it. I glared daggers at Goku as he rose to his feet, towering over me yet again.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I couldn't keep the shrillness out of my voice.

Goku cocked his head and I was abruptly flung against the side of the car. He slid his hand down the front of my pants without any hesitation this time and I spluttered in protest as a different finger slithered inside me. I stiffened as he used the ball of his thumb to rub in circles again, and the finger stroked the same damn spot.

The free hand wandered up to pull on my hair, tilting my head towards him. His lips were at my ear and I could've sworn I heard him smirking.

"You like this." Goku tugged my hair a little harder. "Admit it."

I tried to cross my legs but I couldn't even squeeze my thighs together. My eyes rolled back as the tension came back twice as worse and twice as fast. No, no, no, I wasn't going to give him the goddamn satisfaction of that happening.

He pulled my head back until it was resting on the car and looked down at me, dark eyes ablaze with some kind of hunger I'd never seen before. I squirmed in place, desperate and uncomfortable, and nodded spastically in agreement.

Goku didn't relent. "Say it."

When I refused to open my mouth, he yanked hard on my hair and I grimaced in pain.

"Yes!" I practically spat out. "I like it!"

The hands withdrew again. Goku let me down from the side of the car and popped his index finger in his mouth, turning a crooked smile on me. He opened up the passenger door and gestured for me to get in. I angrily stood in place for a minute before obliging.

When he was in the driver's side, he patted my thigh. "Don't worry, Ellie. You'll learn to obey me."

I turned my gaze out the window and pressed my lips together in a hard line. This wasn't the same Goku I'd met at the beginning of the semester. This one was dangerous.