For day 2 of Gochi Spring Fling on Twitter - Cherry Blossom
She froze on the spot.
He looked incredible.
The man was a mountain of rolling muscle. From his oversized, brawny shoulders, to his chiseled chest and rippling abs. His large forearms and biceps looked like they would strain and rip through any fabric that he tried to sheath them in. His powerful legs looked like they could crush the strongest metal in the world.
He looked like a man who had picked up a heavy object and put it back down, and then done that again a few billion more times.
The man was built like a fucking tank.
Her eyes couldn't help but travel to the very small towel that was wrapped around his waist, his V shape muscles on show as the towel rested lowly beneath his hips. Her eyes lingered and she very quickly realised when she caught the smirk on his face.
She shouldn't be there.
She shouldn't have gone to his room to talk to him.
She shouldn't feel this way for him.
"I should go" Chichi panicked, spinning on her heels and making a beeline for the door, but she was abruptly stopped by a firm grip to her arm. She turned her body back, glancing down at the large hand that held onto her.
She raised her eyes up to meet his, her heart beating erratically in her chest.
"I don't think you wanna go" Kakarot's low voice made her tremble.
"I shouldn't be here … with you" she fumbled out, his other hand suddenly reaching for her other arm and pulling her slowly to him. She was directly in front of him now, gazing into his eyes, her pounding heart beat pulsing in her ears.
"Why?" He whispered, his face inching closer, his warm breath grazing her dry lips, leaving them tingling, "Because I'm a Saiyan?"
She swallowed. Hard.
"Yes" she breathlessly answered him. He gently pressed his strong, hard body against hers, his lips now ghosting over hers, her eyes closing at the hypnotic contact.
"If you really don't want this, tell me to stop" he murmured, before pressing his lips firmly onto hers.
Fireworks went off inside her brain, the butterflies danced in her stomach and her heart stopped beating for a moment. She melted against him, all coherent thought completely vanishing. He opened his mouth to her and she felt his tongue trace along her bottom lip, and she couldn't stop herself from parting her own lips to let him plunge his tongue deep inside.
She moaned against his soft lips as his tongue swirled around with hers, their mouths moving sensually. His large, rough hands slowly glided up her arms, his long, deft fingers kneading her skin, eventually coming to rest at the side of her neck, grabbing at her tender skin possessively. She gasped against his open mouth, her actions putting a stop to the mind blowing kiss.
"Are you afraid of me?" he whispered to her through heavy lids.
"No" she barely whispered back.
"You should be" he darkly told her.
"I'm a bad person, remember. I've done bad things" he rasped against her lips.
"We all make mistakes" she trembled out. He smirked at her.
He pushed her up against the bedroom wall and her heart beat frantically in her chest as his intense stare completely consumed her.
"Are you sure you want this? Because I won't hold back" he cautioned her.
"Yes" she breathed.
"I won't be gentle with you"
"I want you" she blurted out in a hoarse voice. His bestial gaze devoured her, leaving her to shudder against him as he slowly untucked her cotton shirt from her khaki pants. With one hand, and with breathtaking speed, he ripped her shirt open, buttons popping off in all directions. His eyes continued to enchant her as both hands deftly dragged her shirt down her arms, his one hand then tying the ripped cloth in a knot at her wrists and roughly restraining them against her lower back.
His eyes drifted down to her round, full breasts and he bit his lip at the sight of them. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples had hardened under the cool evening air. Alarm bells went off inside her head. She had completely forgotten she wasn't wearing a bra! She didn't always wear one, she was lucky her breasts were so perky, so she often got away with not wearing one. Today was not a good day to not wear one!
His eyes lifted back up to meet hers, her heart a ticking bomb in her chest. Any second it was going to explode.
He slammed his lips against hers, a surprised moan escaping her lips as he roughly yet sensually ravaged her with his mouth and tongue. Everything was telling her to get out of there. This man was a Saiyan and couldn't be trusted and he could easily snap her like a measly twig. But she could do nothing but stand there and let him have his way with her. There was no escaping his assertive hands.
And she didn't want to.
His lips travelled down her slack jaw, kissing and licking at her sensitive flesh. She sucked in a breath when his lips trailed down her neck, his sharp teeth grazing her skin and then biting her. Her body tensed against his, her chest rubbing just below his, making the bulge beneath his towel grow. She groaned when his seductive lips latched onto one of her hardened teats, his tongue darting out to play with it, drawing circles around it before suckling on it. She rested the back of her head against the wall, completely lost to the pleasures of his salacious tongue, his free hand then coarsely kneading her other breast in his palm.
"Kakarot" she gasped out as his mouth gave her other breast the same treatment, his hand behind her back loosening as he untied her shirt and casually threw it aside. Her hazy eyes met his once again as he unhurriedly undone the button of her pants, the zipper following just after. She swallowed as he hooked the waistband with his thumbs and pulled them down, her delicate lacey thong entwined in his strong grip, both pieces of clothing pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of them and gulped when he removed his towel, letting it fall to the floor, before kicking it away. She couldn't stop her eyes from sifting down to his now uncovered waist, her eyes widening at the sight.
He was a big boy.
He gripped her by her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head, his lips finding hers in a fervent kiss. It was his turn to groan this time, the sweetness of her lips satisfying a hunger he didn't know he had. Her lips were so soft, almost like silk, and were supple as they pressed against his. He breathed in her scent, his eyes rolling at her intoxicating aroma, an equally alluring smell coming from between her thighs. He needed more of this fiery woman.
He forced his tongue into her mouth, literally taking her breath away, the abrupt intrusion almost choking her. God, she tasted incredible. She assaulted every single one of his senses as they both wrested for dominance with their tongues, goosebumps spreading across his body as she bit his bottom lip. A small grin glinted across her face, a sudden confidence igniting in her. He let her wrists go, his both hands lazily running down her arms, before coming to rest on her rounded hips. He lifted her like she was a sheet of paper, her body straddling his, her legs wrapping around his lean waist.
She gasped against his lips as his mouth took hers hostage once again, his large, hard shaft rubbing against her throbbing clit as he grinded against her, his hands kneading her strong thighs. And she was strong, for a human at least. That's what hooked his attention in the first place - her strength and skills as a fighter. Her incomparable beauty was simply a bonus. His name flew out of her mouth in a trembling huff as he positioned himself at her dewy entrance, the tip of his cock pushing in slightly, teasing them both. God, if only she knew what those sounds were doing to him.
"Please" she breathed, "don't stop"
He bucked his hips up against hers, sheathing himself completely in her warmth. Her eyes clenched shut, her hands desperately clinging to his massive shoulders, her fingernails digging into his taut skin at the abrupt, painful insertion of his enormous length. He remained still, his eyes watching her intently, the discomfort in her face not going unnoticed by the Saiyan.
"Are you okay?" he whispered to her, surprising himself at the genuine concern in his voice. She slowly opened her eyes and gently exhaled.
"Yeah" she whispered back, "I'm just fine". He kissed her again, this time more gently, easing her anxiety, her tense body relaxing against his. He encaged her small body in his large arms as he continued to kiss her, slowly and carefully propelling her up and down on his rigid shaft. He stirred her into a daze with every attentive lunge of his body, every bounce of her bottom breaking down his own reserves bit by bit. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her pillowy orbs rolling up and down his tight skin with every thrust of his hips.
She suffered against him, drowning beneath the dark waves of lust.
She shouldn't be there, pinned against his bedroom wall, his naked body against hers, his hips slamming against hers.
But there was no force on Earth that could possibly tear him away from her. She wouldn't allow it. She closed her eyes, tingling chills racking her body, her whole body aching with a need she hadn't felt before.
And she didn't want it to ever end.
A few days had passed, and she found herself standing in his bedroom once again, a confused look on her face as he glowered at her.
"What did you do to me?" he fumed in front of her, only a small towel covering his lower half. What was with this man and just wearing towels?
"What did I do? You've barely made eye contact with me for days, let alone talk to me, so how have I done anything?" she questioned irritably.
"You made me hold back!" He yelled at her, his large body towering over her petite frame, his face inches from hers. Chichi felt her heart race in her chest at his outburst, his intense stare making her legs feel like they were about to buckle beneath her.
"You made me not want to hurt you!" he lowered his voice some.
"Is that a bad thing?" she quietly asked him.
"It's weak" he spat before walking away and turning his back to her as he reached for his armor.
"It's weak? Why?"
Kakarot ignored her as he dropped his towel, Chichi blushing at his nakedness as he pulled on his spandex pants. She shook her head as if trying to rid the thoughts of his strong, muscular ass.
"Kakarot, why is it weak? What's wrong with caring for someone?"
"Because it destroys you!" she snapped back, turning to face her, water from his damp hair slowly drizzling down his bare chest.
"How does-" she tried to speak.
"-I lost everyone because I fucking cared!"
"Kakarot-"
"I told myself I was never going through that again! So, I stopped caring"
Chichi had no words as she observed Kakarot's tense stance, a pained expression upon his face. This was the first time he had ever opened up to her about anything. He was normally a closed book, with 100 foot walls around him.
"When you start caring, that's when you get hurt". He muttered.
"I don't know exactly what happened, and I'm sorry that you got hurt, but that experience doesn't mean all experiences will be like that. Everyone needs that person, Kakarot. That person they can trust and confide in, that person they love and they want to protect".
"You really believe that, huh?" he mockingly asked her. She frowned at him.
"Yes, I do! I believe there is someone out there for everyone! A special person just for them!"
"What, and you think you're special?" He snorted at her, "You think just because I didn't want to hurt you, that you are suddenly special to me? You're just some girl who decided to get between my sheets, nothing more, so don't flatter yourself".
"You asshole" she whispered between thin lips as she tried to keep her emotions in check.
"Yeah, I am. But you decided to sleep with that asshole. So, before you start crying and feeling sorry for yourself, maybe remind yourself of that". He slipped his armor over his head and secured it over his chest.
"I made that decision because I thought you liked me!" she fumed, her fiery eyes narrowing at him.
"We all make mistakes" he coolly returned.
Chichi let her mouth gape open, a mixture of anger and hurt framing her features. How could he go from a deep, personal outburst just moments ago, to being cold and heartless? After the way they were intimate that night, after the way he was gentle with her, after the way they held each other until the sunrise. She glared at him, the tears at the corners of her eyes threatening to fall. But she refused to let him see her cry! He didn't deserve to see her vulnerability.
"Y'know what? Screw you! Be alone in your small cabin in the woods! Live a lonely life! I'm done caring about you!"
She said nothing more to him and simply stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind her when she left. She marched through his living area and practically barged out of his front door, jumping into her air car and hastily taking off. Goku sighed in frustration, a deep frown overtaking his face, his hands balling into fists at his sides.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he say those things to her? He was a fucking idiot! She was probably the only person on this damned planet that ever showed any sort of compassion towards him, and he just threw that back in her face! He growled and threw himself on his bed, gripping his pillow and smothering his face with it.
Why did he feel like this? Why did she conjure up these spine-tingling feelings inside of him? God damn it! Why had he gotten himself into this mess?!
Her glassy eyes stared into space, tears gently running down her rosy cheeks as the sun started to set in the distance. Her ears caught the sound of the wind as it whispered through the trees, the cherry blossoms delicately dancing in the distance as the light breeze caressed it's branches. The wind softly kissed her face, the mild chill making her shiver briefly before she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself.
She couldn't get her mind off him. She hated him. Yet she wanted nothing more than to go back and hold him. She didn't know too much about his past, only that he crash landed on Earth a few years ago after escaping the wrath of a tyrant named Frieza. His home planet was destroyed and he wasn't sure if any of the other Saiyans survived, let alone his family. He was injured when he landed on Earth, and took some time laying low to heal. He had lost his tail to the hands of Frieza's forces and it was something he was ashamed of. He wouldn't talk about it, but from what she knew of the Saiyans, their tail was their most prized possession and what they thought was the source of their power.
She sighed as she rested her face in her knees. He was a conflicted person and emotionally stunted, acts of a physical nature being his first point of call. He was a Saiyan warrior after all. But it was painfully clear that using hurtful words was his coping mechanism, his way of protecting himself. Those barriers that she managed to break down during their night of passion had gone straight back up, and she wondered how she was going to get them back down after this. The man was very guarded, and she wondered what happened to make him that way.
Her eyes caught sight of a lone cherry blossom flower as it gracefully bounced in the wind, then landing directly beside her on the ground. She eyed the small pink flower, it's beauty still beyond compare as it lay broken on the ground. She carefully scooped it up in her one hand, her eyes studying it in admiration, a small smile on her face. Cherry Blossoms were her absolute favourite, not just because of their beauty, but because they reminded her of the clouds. They were so strong and free and stood so tall and and resilient against the roughest of storms.
"Just like Kakarot" she said out loud, her smile fading as she thought about him again. She let the light breeze swat the flower out of her hand and she watched it with sad eyes as it slowly drifted away from her.
"Just like Kakarot" she whispered once more.
