Dark Desire
Author:
Tempest12
Disclaimer:
I don't own DBZ, however I do own a Vegeta doll and he is all mine,
mine,
mine.
Chapter
One - Spoiled Rotten
That
blue-haired onna was spoiled rotten; there was no doubt about it.
Everyone
gravitated
towards her, to be in her sphere. She was beautiful, smart and rich,
everyone
wanted to be her, and since they couldn't be her then they wanted to be
near
her. To bask in her light.
It
made him sick. How could one person have so much? She has never known a
day
of
darkness, or pain. The closest she ever came is when he came to her
world and
killed
her friends. The only fear she felt was when she was on Namek. All of
that
was thanks to him. He smirked at the thought. Now as he dwelled in her
home,
he could smell her fear when she was near him. Oh, she hid it well, but
it
was
there. It was fragrance that was sweet to him, with a hint of saltiness
from
her
perspiration. The onna always broke out into a sweat when he was near.
He
could hear her when she thought he wasn't near. Her laughter grated on
his
nerves.
What was there to be happy about? Then he would remember that there was
no
reason for her not to be happy. She had everything. She was loved and
protected.
I wonder what that feels like. He quickly shook off the thought as
insignificant.
He
had begun to watch her more and more closely in the last year. At first
he
had
avoided everyone in the household. Being near them made his skin crawl.
She
drew
his attention though, with her sparkling eyes and quick wit. Not that
she
ever
displayed that with him. No, they did not speak.
The
more he watched her the more his anger built. It was not fair that she
was
so
happy. Immersed in her perfect life, with parents that gave her all
that
money
could buy and a mate that doted on her, even if he was whipped.
He
would watch them interact sometimes. She would say jump and he would
say how
high.
It was sickening really, how he bowed to that female. Sometimes, when
he
was
at his most pathetic I would see something in the back of the onna's
blue
eyes.
Just a whisper of an emotion. Was it hate? No, the onna didn't know of
hate
until he came, surely she wouldn't harbor that for her mate. Was it
dread?
No,
she did not fear her mate, as far as he could see she only feared him.
It
must
be disgust. Yes, it was disgust for her mate's weakness. She kept this
to
herself,
as she sparkled like a rare jewel for everyone to see. Inviting all to
look,
but not to touch.
No
one ever saw him while he watched her, he would stand in the shadows
while
the
light surrounded her. Everyone's center of attention, even for him. He
watched
no other, only her.
He
had never had to go long lengths of time without a woman to satisfy his
needs.
Freeza's ship had plenty of whores for the men to slake their lusts on.
Being
the Prince, he was not allowed to have a "relationship" with any of the
female
warriors or any other woman that he would come across. Freeza only
allowed
him access to the ship's whores because they could not bear children.
After
all it wouldn't do for the Sayian Prince to breed an heir now would it?
This
was one order that he took great delight in disobeying. He would
purposely
seek
out women and seduce them into his bed. Pleasuring them so intensely
that
their
screams rang though the corridors of the ship, heralding that he really
was
a man, no matter what Freeza did to him. That was what it really was
about.
He
could care less if the females got off with him. He just needed to
prove to
himself
that he was a man and not Freeza's bitch. The beatings he would receive
afterwards
were the most satisfying that he ever received. Freeza's rage would
spill
over to the woman he spent the night with and they would end up dead
for
their
indiscretion, but he did not care. Soon no females on the ship would
sleep
with
him, no matter the rumors of his expertise, it was not worth it. So he
would
find women to satisfy him on the worlds that he would visit.
He
stood on the roof of the GR, surveying the sprawling city before him.
He had
slipped
through its back alley's and dingy pool halls. He had seen "humanity"
and
was comforted by it. Living at Capsule Corp he had began to wonder if
these
humans
were made of sunshine and cotton candy as the onna seemed to believe,
but
they
were not. He had seen the degradation and pain they caused each other.
It
was
the same the universe over, beings liked to hurt each other, it was a
primal
pleasure.
He
glanced back at Capsule Corp. The onna was supposed to be well-
traveled, yet
she
still believed in the innate goodness of everyone. Even himself, which
is
why
she may have asked him to stay here in the first place. He had been
shocked
that
day when she had approached him after Namek had been destroyed. He
could
smell
her fear and her hint of arousal which had made him smirk all too
knowingly.
The onna had wanted him, so she had briefly conquered her fear and
invited
him into her home. However since that day she had avoided him like the
plague.
Looks like her fear got the better of her after all. Poor, perfect onna.
The
more he observed her and her blatant pleasure at being alive the more
he
wanted
to crush her silly dreams of love. He wanted to see her writhe with the
realization
that evil did exist. In fact, it existed in her very home. It wasn't
fair
that someone should have so much.
He
floated up into the sky and flew back to Capsule Corp. It was summer,
and he
had
discovered that the onna left her balcony doors open while she slept so
that
there
was a cool breeze. She was coddled and protected and so never
considered
that
someone would intrude into her castle. He smirked, the onna had no fear
of
anything
but him. He was her nightmare.
He
drifted across to room, without even a whisper of sound and stopped to
stand
above
her while she slept. She was so peaceful while she lay there, sprawled
out
on
her back, her arms thrown wide. Unhindered even in her sleep, knowing
no
pain,
only the peace of contentment.
He
reached down grasping the corner of the sheet and pulled it off her,
revealing
her body to him. She had painted her toenails--again. He rolled his
eyes
at her odd primping habits. His eyes trailed up her pale smooth legs,
so
often
revealed to him when she pranced around in her short skirts and cutoff
shorts.
She wore pink panties with something scrawled across the top with
sparkling
letters. He squinted his eyes to see it better. Princess, it read. He
almost
snorted. She wore spaghetti strapped top that bunched at her waist
leaving
her flat midriff bare showing her belly button. Her breasts swelled
lusciously,
almost falling out over the low cut neckline. Finally his gaze
stopped
again on her face. Her aqua hair flowed over her pillows in reckless
abandon
framing her perfect features. Gods, she really was beautiful.
When
she first began to tease the edges of his mind, he had thought it must
be
because
she was the only available woman in his area. The onna was beautiful,
there
was no denying that, and she was the only one here in his age bracket.
He
had ventured out across the world on his numerous trips away from
Capsule
Corps
and he had sampled many earth women. From delicate Asian beauties to
French
madams, and while they all had their unique feel, he always came back
to
the
blue onna. He couldn't get her out of his mind.
He
reached out his hand, trailing his fingers down her porcelain cheek
resting
on
the fluttering pulse on her neck. He laid his other palm flat on her
stomach
and
nearly jumped at the shot of electricity that jolted through him. He
glanced
up
at the onna but she didn't move. Touching her always ignited a pleasure
within
him that he had never felt before. He didn't fully understand the
sensation,
but he enjoyed it immensely. He moved his hand further down, skimming
across
her panties to rest and the juncture of her thighs. His middle finger
slid
down her cleft to rest against her most tantalizing spot. He was reward
with
her light scent of arousal perfuming the air. The onna shifted in her
sleep
but
did not wake.
He
sat like that for a few minutes, applying only slight pressure to her
bud.
Eventually
her legs began to shift apart, giving him greater access. Slowly he
began
to move his finger slightly, teasing her clit until it began to swell
and
her
panties began to dampen. The onna turned her head and began to moan
lightly.
Her
hips jerked and her pulse began to race.
He
moved his other hand from her neck and slid it down to rest on her
breast,
flicking
her already hardened nipple with his thumb. Her back arched a little
and
her head rolled back on her graceful neck. The onna was very sensitive
to
touch.
He
applied more pressure to her slicked flower, causing the friction to
grow as
he
squeezed her breast lightly. Her hips began to rock with the rhythm
that he
created
and he could feel her climax building. He pulled down her top, setting
her
nipple free as he leaned down and licked its crest. He bit down on the
nub,
causing
the woman to jerk as her climax hit her. She threw her head back and
released
a load moan as her thighs became slick with her juices.
Her
eyes fluttered as she began to wake from the rollicking emotions that
flowed
through
her. Vaguely she noted the pressure of hands on her breast and crotch,
but
when she finally opened her eyes, there was no one in the room.
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