Burning Up

So the dragonhad been summoned, Piccolo was back, and Rori was on her way back to Freiza's ship. The tyrrant had a head start on her, but with any hope she would make it there before anymore damage was be done. She could already feel that Freiza and Vegeta were fighting now, the only question in her mind was had he made the wish. She knew now that the dragon granted three wishes, so the first two were obvious: Piccolo was alive and on Namek. That left one wish, but what was it? Was Vegeta now immortal? Or worse was Freiza? And what happened to Goku? She could feel he was alive, what was he doing?

Lost in her thoughts and worries, she came out of her trance when she felt Freiza's power level sky-rocket. He must have transformed, she said to herself aloud, Well that's enough playing on the sidelines. This is my fight and I'm sick of being told to stay out of it or getting put in cages... or knocked out. I won't let anyone else get hurt!

After a few moments, she arrived on the scene unnoticed to find Krillin stuck in the horns of a much larger than she'd ever known Freiza. Before she could do anything Gohan went into a rage, knocking Freiza down and catching him off guard. Of course this only made Freiza want to go after Gohan, and that moment of rage that fueled the child was now gone. He just looked like a scared child again, unsure of what to do now.

While Freiza had his back turned to her to go after her nephew, she quickly came up behind him grabbing him by the tail, "Uh, uh, uh. I'm not waiting another second. It's MY turn. "

"Well, I wouldn't be a gentleman if I refused a request like that, now would I-I ahhhhh" Freiza screamed as he turned to find his tail sliced in half by the human he thought he'd just killed.

"How?" She mouthed staring at Krillin who was now taunting Freiza.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I know you've been waiting, but there's a pesky fly I must take care of first." with that Freiza took off after Krillin.

While she wanted to follow, Rori took this moment to go over to Gohan, hugging him, " hey are you all right kid? You really got him good there. Your dad would be so proud."

"Yeah, but... how is Krillin back?"

"I healed him" Dende said as if it was obvious.

"Wait... this could work..." Rori said as her eyes connected to Vegeta's and it seemed like they were onto the same thing. If they could keep Dende around and tag team Freiza for long enough they might get the power boost they needed from being healed, " alright Vegeta I call first, I've been waiting for this."

"Of course, ladies first and all that?" he answered with a grin, " but make sure to get good and beat without getting dead."

"Got it!" she agreed before going after Freiza, saving Krillin the time to come back. Suprisingly, he had made out well enough on his own.

"Vegeta, why are you letting her fight Freiza alone? He's too strong for us... I don't follow" Gohan asked worried and rightfully so as it seemed like Rori wasn't faring too well against Freiza.

"We Sayains get a power boost when we recover from a near death battle. All we have to do is distract him long enough for the Namekian kid to heal her and then me. By then, we should be more than strong enough to take him down." Vegeta explained.

"Well... we'd better get in there fast!" Gohan shouted as he pointed over to Rori who was just knocked to the ground near them by Freiza.

Vegeta was ready to head over and tap in, but before he could, Piccolo appeared and began to fight with Freiza and he wasn't losing. It was a shock to everyone, especially Freiza. To Freiza's mind, the he had killed all the Namekians and none of them could even last against his first form.

"Now!" Vegeta yelled at the kids. Gohan and Denede ran over as fast as they could so that Dende could heal her without being noticed.

Within a few seconds Rori was up and looking good as new, "Thanks kid... woah... is that Piccolo fighting Freiza?"

Gohan grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I don't get it either, but he's really strong now..."

They watched in awe for a moment when Rori felt Vegeta's hand take her wrist, "Come on! We're getting out of here while we can!"

"What are you talking about Vegeta? We can win! Don't you see?" she asked pointing to the fight that was going on, " and he's outnumbered."

"This is only his first transformation, Rori!" he said pulling her up from the ground. "We can save our race. We just need to get out while we can."

"Ah, the ever brave prince, bravely fleeing the scene, huh?" She pulled her arm away before pointing to Gohan and then to the ship, " in case you haven't noticed, Prince Vegeta, half of our race is here! There's only four of us and you can't leave half of them behind!"

"Our race only needs the two of us to survive, the royal blood line and the phoenix... now you will listen to me. We are leaving." He turned his back to her. Her arm was in his hand as he started to leave. Rori rolled her eyes and hit him with a ki blast to the back knocking him to the ground and damaging his armor.

Another thing she had been wanting to do for a while. Vegeta said he had nobel reasons, but had been obvious he was just freaking out. First Krillin gets chased by Freiza and holds his own. Now it looked as if Piccolo was actually winning. Vegeta might not be the strongest anymore and she knew it terrified him more than he let on. There now Dende will heal him like he wanted. Hmph... Nice that it's not me for once.

"You'll thank me later" she said with a sigh and looked to Dende, "I wouldn't heal him just yet, but stick around we might need him..."

By now Piccolo had discarded his armor and the battle with Freiza raged on, the gang still in awe of how well he was doing, but then the enemy transformed again. Freiza had now become a monster bigger and uglier than imaginable. They all fought him for quite some time before he took it upon himself to transform into his last form. During which Dende had yet again healed Piccolo, Vegeta, and Rori. This caused Freiza to finally figure out how they were keeping up and send a deathly shot at Dende killing him.

After their healing, Vegeta was once again feeling up to snuff and began to fight Freiza in his final form. He tried his best to take on Freiza, but he was only getting throttled into the ground.

We should help him, Rori thought to herself, but her body wouldn't move she could only watch in horror as Freiza had Vegeta strangled with his tail and continued to beat him senseless.

Goku took this moment to finally join them. Seeing her brother, she snapped out of it and she knelt down to Vegeta's side wiping some of the blood off his face. "Don't let him win. Tell Kakkarot...tell him... about our people..."

"Shhh, he knows and so do I. We're not going to let him get away with this. Just rest." she said smiling at him hoping to give him some comfort. They had their conflicts and she would never have wanted to be his mate, but she didn't want him to die either. They'd been through a lot together. Practically everything. He was like a brother to her. A stubborn arrogant brother, but a brother no less.

"Yes take a rest Vegeta!" Freiza called before sending his red ki blast through the sayians chest killing him, "leave the fighting to the big boys."

Rori stood feeling a strange fire inside her and went to Goku's side, he'd sent everyone else to fight Freiza alone, but she woudln't leave. "I'm sorry Goku. I'm not going anywhere. I'm done running from this bastard."

For what seemed like forever the three of them fought tooth and nail, but it was obvious they weren't going to win. Not without something big. Rori ended up trying to distract Freiza, while Goku gathered in energy for a spirit bomb. The spirit bomb had appeared to work at first and everyone came together with sighs of relief. They were extatic that this whole thing had finally come to an end, but it was far from over.

Freiza silently rose and quickly took out both Piccolo and Krillin in a matter of seconds. And that was the last straw for Rori. Everything seemed heat up now, burning to her core, she was on fire with rage until it all went went black.

Everything seemed so strangely familiar, the trees, the grass the blue sky, the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, but it was as if she was wearing dark shades, or in small room seeing the world from under a dim light. And the rage, it was still there burning her from the inside out mixed with a desire... a desire to fight... and something more.

This was earth. That much she could tell from behind her mask of anger, but how did she get here. Things began to come back to her. Piccolo falling to the ground, then Krillin, and Gohan would have been next. It wasn't just her, she remembered a golden light. Right, Goku. Goku had transformed. And if anyone had questioned their connection as brother and sister, they had to just take one look at him as a super saiyan and there it was. She remembered they had Freiza on the ropes between the two of them, they were even toying with him. What went wrong?

Right, he was going to blow up the planet... and then the dragon was back. It was all like a strange dream that led here, wherever that was... right, Earth... It was so hard to focus... Something was still elluding her. She couldn't seem to follow her own stream of thoughts. The desire kept building up, causing her to lose herself. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She was burning up from the inside.

Just need to focus... Focus... This made her jittery looking for something to cool her down.

That's when she saw the stream. She ran over to it, dipping her hands in the water, letting it pool in her hands before splashing it on her face. It gave her nothing but momentary relief. Most of the water had turned steamy in her hands. What is going on?

"That won't work you know" she turned to find Vegeta standing behind her watching her curiously, "Rori, you're a phoenix, it was bound to happen at some point. You're burning up. It won't stop until you put out the flames that caused it. Seems to be rage driven."

"What are you talking about? " she asked staring at him, but a small part of her knew he was tellng her the truth.

"Look at yourself. Rori... You're on fire." he began to explain. She turned back to the water and really looked at herself, but the person she saw in her reflection wasn't the her she'd come to know. Her long hair was now was a mix of red and orangey flowing from the power she was emmiting like a flame down her back. Her eyes were so black she couldn't even seen her pupils. They were so dark as if they were nothing but ash. Her skin was perspiring quite a bit, probably trying to compensate for all the heat, but it made her tanned skin glisten. This wasn't her.

"How do I put out the flames?" she asked still staring down at her relfection.

"You were fighting Freiza when we all got wished here by the dragonballs... from where I was standing it looked like you were about to kill him..."

She felt the rage build up inside her again and the scariest part was, she liked it. No, she wouldn't admit that. She didn't like killing. It was just something she had to do. He was a tyrant... but oh he did squirm... and the fear she saw in his eyes after what he'd done to her... NO!

"That would have done it, but now here we are. And Freiza and Kakkarot are still on Namek. So you won't get that chance."

"So what do I do?! I'm burning up... I'm going to overflow... I can't control this feeling to... to... I need some sort of..."

"Release...? Freiza's not here, someone else will have to take that place. You can kill someone, sure, or you need someone to stop you... you can fight another sort of battle... one where you can find your release... you know... rise from the ashes."

Everything was starting to go black again and her mind was beginning to give way to the numbness she was feeling. It was better than the flames. Easier. She let his words sink into her subconscious as she stood,walking towards him.

"Finally seeing things my way, are you?" he asked as she made her way up to him and nuzzled her head into his neck taking in his scent, " it was only a matter of time, before-"

"Shut up" she whispered and she punched him straight in the stomach knocking the wind out of him, " you're so pathetic little prince. I can smell it all over you. Not even a super saiyan. "

Vegeta was on the ground coughing. This caused the others to notice them from the clearing, rushing back into the woods. Bulma came to Vegeta's side, " hey, are you alright?"

Behind Bulma, Gohan, Dende, and the newly restored Piccolo followed to see what was going on.

"Who's that?" Gohan asked looking to Piccolo.

"Rori...?" he whispered staring at her. She glanced up and her lips twisted into a grin seeing him. Rori closed the distance between her and Piccolo, taking in his scent now.

"Hmmm... my mate... a super namekian huh? You'll do." she said pulling him by his shirt, so he would get the hint to follow her as she took off in the sky. Piccolo followed suit telling the others to stay back; she seemed dangerous.

"What the heck happened to her?!" Bulma asked.

"Damn, Phoenix..." Vegeta said with a cough before pushing Bulma to the side, "Get off me, woman!"

"Geeeez... Touchy. " Bulma scoffed and turned to Gohan, " I hope Piccolo will be okay"

"He'll be fine... She would never hurt Mister Piccolo..."

They flew for sometime, before landing in a clearing. All was quiet as Piccolo watched her hesitantly.

"Well... you look...different" Piccolo started.

"I know..." she answered, the heat continuously rising in her. It took all of her strength to remain as still as she was being. She needed to explain herself before getting lost in the fire again. It seemed to come in turns and for a moment she was able breath, " I need you to fight me... I need you to win me.."

Piccolo seemed at a loss for words, he started towards her, but he stopped himself still trying to make out what she was saying. Fight her? How could he, he could spar with her, but really fight her?

"You don't understand... I know you will..." she started again her voice came out low and sultry as she moved towards him. She was losing herself again, " I chose you as my mate... not because you were strong... Vegeta was stronger... but you're cunning and you have a rage in you too. I could smell it on you. You told me all about it when we first met."

Rori reached out and touched his arm, but he pulled back quickly, "Your hand is... it's like it's on fire..."

"And where's your fire? What happened, Piccolo?" She asked innocently, but he knew better. The Rori he knew before was lost in the fire that had ignited in her. He remembered the same had happened with him. He had been so focused on revenge, killing Goku, ending humanity... That had been the plan once, but what would that solve.

"Let's face it, my brother is probably dead... so if you want a chance at revenge... Here it is." she said dancing her fingers accross the back of his neck, leaving a trail of feather light kisses along his shoulder and back, " Next best thing. His poor little sister, just waiting to be put in her place."

He looked down at her knowing this wasn't his mate anymore, he had to make a decision. He knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, but that's what she wanted after all. A battle. She wanted to be destroyed, by him. And the scary thing was, part of him wanted to do it.

Rori looked up to him and his eyes seemed dark. He was deciding what to do and she didn't feel like waiting any longer. Turning her back to him, she began to walk in the direction they'd come from, but was knocked to the ground.

"You're not going anywhere" his voice came out deeper than even he'd remembered, but then again he'd spent quite a while without her. They fought like they had in training, but there was no playfullness in it or kindness this time. Her nails dug into his skin causing small trickles of purple to run down his flesh. He knocked the wind out of her a few times trying to find a weak spot, until he finally had her pinned to the ground.

Still she struggled and he knew he couldn't hold her there for long. He moved his forearm up over her and she leaned up to throw him off, but she only ended up hissing, recoiling back to the ground. His forearm was on her hair holding it in place, her head with it and he found his way. It burned, but he had to keep his arm there if he didn't want her to move. Her hands moved to his chest trying to push him off, but anytime she did it caused the pain on her head more and he chuckled grabbing a fist full of her hair, pulling her up and her neck back. She was now in his lap her neck exposed.

He ran his lips up the length of her neck, while his free hand found her hip fighting to steady her in his arms, " you know I'm not going to give in. You're going to have to take it."

"I know, but this isn't the first I've gotten you to submit and I suspect it won't be the last" he said in a hushed tone in her ear. She groaned, bucking her hips to his. At this point it was hard to tell if she was trying to get away or get him going. He wasn't kind as he usually was with her, but she didn't want that. All she could feel now was his body crushing her to the ground as he found his way in after tearing the fabric from her body. Still struggling, she bit his shoulder causing him to cry out, but that only cause his grip on her to tighten.

The heat coming from him was beggining to overwhelm her, mixed with her own heat, as she moved her hips along with his slowly giving into it. He flipped her around, her back against his chest, as he felt her giving into to him, his hands moving up and down her sides and breasts as she rode him. She'd lost herself to him. She knew that he'd won as she felt herself peaking, his tongue laving the spot on the back of her neck where he'd first marked her. She knew he was reminding her that she was and would always be his. She needed to remember.

After so many months without her, Piccolo knew he wouldn't last long and just watching her ride him, trying to find her release, was making him lose himself. His fingers ran from her breast past her belly finding her swollen nub causing her to go over the edge just before he let go as well. She collapsed over onto him, leaning the top of her head to his chest, her forhead touching his chin. All the sounds of the forest were drown out by their panting breaths.

When Piccolo finally came to, moments later the eyes he saw staring back at him were the blue ones he's always known covered in a mess of golden hair that always seemed to fall over them. Her lips twerked up into an awkward almost embarassed smile that made it impossible to hide his own. It was just the two of them after all. He couldn't hide himself from her.

"Hey" she whispered turning to face him, still in his lap.

"Hey, yourself" he answered looking her up and down, causing her to realize she was naked. She quickly tried to cover up, but he just chuckled. After all they'd done together it never ceased to amaze him how she was always embarassed of herself.

"Don't move", he told her while placing his hands on her shoulders. There was a little spark that came from his antenaes and she was suddenly clothed head to toe and so was he.

He leaned in and kissed her before asking, "so... a phoenix..."

"Let's not talk about it... I just want rise quickly from the ashes..."