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nexstage · 5 years

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LIMBO SILVAM - PART 7

If there was something Peridot hated of the frozen forest, apart of being stranded there without a single clue of why and how, that was not finding anything remotely different in the scenery. Everything was black, white and grey like those old human movies that lacked any color. Only threes, the gray-ish sky and no sign of life around her and Lapis.

Yep, depressing.

At least she had Lapis at her side. Though, she was really worried about her condition. It had already passed half an hour -if her calculations were right- and the blue gem hadn't woken up yet. Having to carry her body on her back while watching and listening with the best of attention for any threats was really exhausting. At least, she was lucky it was Lapis the one she had to carry because if it were Garnet or Bismuth, that would have been impossible.

Peridot glanced at her companion with anxious eyes. Part of the blue gem's face was tainted with those gray splotches along with other parts of her body, and she seemed to have a troubled dream or something. Whatever she was dreaming seemed pretty painful; just looking at her whole condition reminded Peridot of Pumpkin's symptoms of putrefaction before she died.

The green gem shook her head. There was no time to dwell in past losses, besides, Lapis would be fine! They would find a way out of the forest and take a long, well-deserved vacation in their home, Little Homeworld. And stay very, VERY far away from anything forest-related.

"Mmmm... Mmmmhhmmm" Peridot glanced at Lapis again and saw her eyebrows getting together in an uncomfortable expression.

"Lapis, hey, wake up" the former technician patted her friend's cheek to no avail. Then, suddenly, a gray splotch in the ocean gem's shoulder grew a bit larger much to Peridot's shock. Her steps became frantic while she looked everywhere for a place to rest and check on her friend, but the forest was so dense and silent that it would be suicide to take a break where those goddamn creatures could hunt them down.

"D-Don't worry, Laz. We'll get out of here. Just hold on" She said with strong resolution. Despite feeling her legs going stiff for moments and hurt terribly, that didn't stop Peridot to continue walking through the forest in hopes to find an exit or a safer place to rest.

Minutes passed, the green gem didn't know how many but what she was aware of was the irregular pain in some zones of her body. 'Stars... What now?' she thought tiredly and looked at the palm of her right hand.

Let's just say, the surprise she got wasn't pretty at all.

"W-What the--?!" a big gray spot was there, but that wasn’t the worst part. In the center of the spot, there was a black point that grew bigger while many veins-like lines expanded from it. Was she corrupted too?!

"Ok, ok. Calm down, Peridot. You're still sane, still thinking clearly and remembering who you are. This... This is nothing" a voice in her head told her otherwise which didn't help with her high anxiety.

She kept walking, kept looking for a refuge and taking short glances at Lapis -still unconscious- whose body's condition wasn't any better. "You know, L-Laz... I don't want to remind you this, though I doubt you can hear me, but this issue is reminding me of many bitter things"

Peridot wasn't that sure of why she was talking when it was clear only she could respond, but at least that calmed her nerves. The defeaning silence of the forest was so overwhelming that at any moment the former technician could imagine one of those things appearing in an instant to kill them both.

Her voice alongside carrying Lapis' body gave her something to hold on, for her sanity was slipping quickly as her fears drowned her rationality. "Y-You remember Pumpkin, right?" She scoffed a bit at herself for that question "Stupid. Of course, you do. W-Well, when you left to the moon, Pumpkin was very sad... Like me. And, you would have seen her face when you came back! Though you did, you know? Pumpkin was as happy as I. We were finally together. L-Like a family" some tears fell from her eyes, but Peridot ignored them "We've been so d-distraught when w-we knew that Pumpkin's life span was very short... That she'd be gone"

The green gem sniffed. Then she stopped after hearing something, her gaze directed to the source of the sound, but found nothing. Maybe her imagination. She shook her head and looked at Lapis who was still dealing with some kind of pain in her unconsciousness. Peridot continued talking, "We were a mess... I was trying so hard to find a way for her to live l-longer, a-and you were putting on a brave face for me. Y-You know, I considered it cute. Endearing. I even wanted to thank you for that but... But... We were so caught up in trying to make sense of what was happening that there was no chance to appreciate what the other was doing to improve the really stressful situation. I was so busy in making a long-life potion for Pumpkin, and you in helping me while being as strong as you could so I didn't fall apart that we just... I even remember the fight we had. Steven told us Pumpkin would die, I didn't want to believe it and you were pacing from one side to the other of our house, not knowing what to do... When you tried to comfort me, I exploded and ran away with Pumpkin. You then found me in a forest, crying, being pathetic... I thought you were being too optimistic for putting on a brave face for me, and you snapped at me for not seeing that you were just trying to help the same way I did for you in the past... We cried, we hugged each other, and... And we gave Pumpkin the last best moments of her life... She deserved it a-after all..."

Crack! Peridot froze and looked around her for any threat that could be hidden in the trees' shadows. Nothing. Her right foot, that was consumed in seething pain -though Peridot didn't notice because of her monologue- had broken a twig. She put it away with her foot and kept walking, Lapis' painful murmurs distracting the green gem some times.

"Why am I telling you this? You may ask w-why, right? Well, t-the point is that, I love you... You're the only family I have left. Sure, I also have Steven and the Crystal Gems, Bismuth and Connie, but being with you, knowing you, helping you to be better, spending time with you, even mourning Pumpkin's death together, all of that makes me see that you're the most important person in my life... I don't know what I would do without you. The mere thought of losing you is too painful and terrifying for me to face. And I know the sentiment is mutual. So, L-Lapis, don't leave... Wake up..." Peridot shook her head once again, her eyes were losing vision no matter how much she tried to get rid of the water in them.

One of her hands rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears that were clouding them. She sighed bitterly, here she was, powerless in a forest, her friend unconscious and Peridot only resorted to let her fears out and cry. This wasn't a solution at all and to top it all, she had been crying in the whole monologue.

"U-Uggghhh... Stupid headache" and now she had to deal with that too. Great, marvellous. As if she didn't have enough problems already on her plate. She really deserves a-- "Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" the headache intensified tremendously. It was like having a drill trying to perfor her gemstone at high velocity.

Some gray spots appear in her body but she didn't notice them. This, whatever it was affecting her gemstone so ruthlessly, wasn't a migraine but a mix of punches and explosions all concentrated in the core of her being. It was that hellish that Peridot accidentally let her unconscious friend to fall in the snow and got to her knees. More tears were gathering at her eyes, which made it difficult for her to see her surroundings if a new threat came to kill them.

Then, the forest, the snow-covered ground, the sky and everything else disappeared, being replaced with utter destruction. There was a giant creature trying to hit something and breathing fire, though she couldn't recognize it. Her surrounding were too blurry, like her eyes were submerged in murky water.

The sounds didn't make sense either. It was a complete chaos. Yelling, words and fighting overlapped each other while attempting to take over the other ones.

Peridot's head swiveled around, trying to find a reason as to why she teleported (?) to another place. First the little gem was in the forest, carrying Lapis and now she found herself in some, some... Jungle engulfed in fire.

Some meters away from her, Peridot saw three people fighting each other, or two against one to be exact. They were impossible to recognize, goddamn time for her to be almost blind; one of them was inside a robot if Peridot got it right, the other one was flying. Both were facing person number three, whose agility made things pretty difficult for their adversaries.

"Hey, hey! Please, help me! I need to come back, my friend needs me!" she yelled but they didn't listen. "Hey, I know you guys have some important things to deal with! But Lapis is in danger! Please help me!" Again, nothing. She was wondering if her voice wasn't raised enough for them to stop or if they were too caught up in their feud to care.

Going there and cease the fight was suicide. Peridot's metal powers still didn't work nor she had resources to defend herself, and the situation was getting more confusing for her tastes, but she had to try. For Lapis.

The noises got worse and louder when she reached the battlefield, those three strangers still didn't notice her presence but that was alright. Once she put herself in the middle and shouted with all her might, they would stop and help her.

"STOP! STOP THIS INSTANT!" Peridot's voice resonated through the air, or so she desperately hoped. Then she kind of saw a pink-ish blur going right to her or to one of the people in the battle -she didn't know, but it was so fast that the green gem didn't have time to evade it. Then the hellish sensation of distorsion in her body. Like every particle was exploding, reforming and next exploding with double force than before.

And her gemstone... Oh stars, it felt like a roaring black hole trying to swallow her. Pain, powerful hits, twisting and chaotic noise overwhelmed her entire being to the point of madness.

'No... Nonononono! I can't give up! I can't right now! Please, someone stop this! Someone, please!' her tears filled her eyes and fell to the icy ground. A nerve-wracking headache expanded to all her body, Peridot even thought she heard a crack in her gem and cried. Her shriek bringing blackness to her mind as she fell unconscious.

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"When I woke up, I was almost covered in snow and there was some kind of shadow, very big by the way, that was looking at me. I jolted and tried to fight it but it vanished instantly. Then I got you out of the snow too and keep walking, and now we're here in this clearing and still lost. But, hey! You're alive, I'm alive, so no worries! Ow!" Peridot brought her hands to her gemstone and hissed painfully due to another stinging migraine.

Lapis was slack-jawed at how much her friend put herself in danger to save the blue gem even when her ferrokinesis couldn't work. "Peri, I-I'm sorry. I shouldn’t be such a burden to you"

Peridot looked at her in disbelief. "What the heck are you talking about, you clod?! You would've done the same for me! Besides... Besides... I didn't want to l--"

"You didn't want to lose me, I know. I may not be conscious back then, but I feel the same towards you"

"Uh, what?" the green gem raised an eyebrow, pretty confused. Lapis smirked a bit, "What? Don't play dumb, Peri. You just said it, remember? Besides..." she got serious in an instant "I'd rather die than losing you too. When Pumpkin... When she passed away, it was so difficult for me to smile again. It was a big blow for us. I tried to be strong like you because that's what you needed. Peridot, you're my family not only when we became friends, reconciled after I came back and now facing whatever this mess is. I love you too"

Peridot's cheeks darkened and she could feel the heat coming out of her ears like steam. 'Just now and we are dealing with a confession. And this isn't Camp Pining Hearts!' her head was a mealstrom of conflicting emotions, but when the little gem was going to say something, her left leg collapsed for the soreness created by those gray spots.

"Oh stars! Peridot, are you ok?!" Lapis hugged her before her friend reached the snow-covered ground, and kept her close to her chest. The former technician blushed profusely, her arms immediately wrapped around Lapis mid-section, and she looked at the ocean gem with a mix of hope and fear.

"L-Laz? Lapis? If, you know, for some reason we don't make it -which I don't want to imagine and neither you-, then I will tell you how I feel. At least, to go on without regrets... And I want you to do the same. Being honest with each other even if our somber circumstances demand something different from us. Ok?" Lapis nodded while gulping a bit.

"We were enemies before. You were my informant and prisoner, I was your captor. I hurt you, I showed you that I changed for the better thanks to Steven. It was a tough journey when we started living together in the barn. You didn't trust me, you were really mad at me and wanted me to leave. But, with time and effort, we made a new life on Earth. Then... Well, then..."

"Then I left you behind because I was too scared to face the Diamonds or another war. It was a huge mistake" Lapis intervened somberly.

"Yeah, and then you came back and helped us to defeat the Diamonds. And when we returned from Homeworld, you and I talked things through, you apologized and our relationship got better and stronger than before. We were happy, the three of us. Pumpkin, you and I... Until she passed away. And now that we're in this situation, I came to the conclusion that my feelings towards you are deeper and more meaningful than when we were friends..." Peridot swallowed, preparing herself for what she was going to say "W-What I'm trying to convey is that... I fell in love with you"

Lapis tightened her hug and smiled sweetly. "Me too. You're the best that happened in my life. I'm sorry if I didn't express it too much" at that Peridot snorted a bit "Well, that's the past now. We don't have to worry about it anymore"

"Peridot"

"Yeah?"

"This is off-topic but, do you really think we can't make it?"

Oh.

"W-Well... We don't know where to go, our powers are neutralized, we don't have a map and those things are looking for us. Also, our bodies are going through some unwanted, painful and mysterious changes. I still don't know if it is because of the creatures or some corruption-related problem. Besides, without Steven or his maternal unit's healing fountain, we can't be healed. BUT I just went into the hypothetical case of not surviving this ordeal because it could give more emphasis in what I wanted to tell you... My feelings towards you"

"This was a very touching confession from you part. It was much better than seeing Percy and Pierre taking many seasons to do it" Peri laughed at Lapis' reasoning a bit more at ease.

The blue gem then got up despite the numbness in her body. The gray spots had grown larger while she was unconscious, but she didn't care. Peridot got up too just to make sure her romantic partner (?) -is that how humans called them, right?- didn't collapse from exhaustion. "Are you sure you don't want some rest, Lapis? At this rate, you might poof"

"I haven't poofed yet, have I? Besides, you also need rest. Those weirds black lines in your body give me the creeps and a bad vibe about this"

"Hey, it's not my fault that my appearence isn't aesthetically pleasant for you!" Lapis laughed at her tantrum and invited Peri to be carried in her back, ignoring the throbbing waves of pain her gemstone emitted. However, the former technician noticed her distress and tried to protest in behalf of Lapis' health, but the ocean gem calmed her down with a kind look. The green gem swallowed worriedly while getting comfortable in Lapis' back.

"Maybe we should walk side by side. You can get exhausted"

"It's ok, Peri. Let's find a way out of here first, then we can deal with what's happening to our bodies"

"Problem number 1, though: there is no map"

Uh, right. They needed a direction.

'Ok, so, left? No, there is too much forest there. Right? The same, and maybe those things are there waiting for us. North? More forest and nothing. We have been walking and there is no sign of humans or gems around' Lapis sighed bitterly. How much she wished for this to end and sleep for a good, whole week to forget this ordeal.

Then she spot something pretty far away. It looked like a... No, wait, it WAS a mountain, but the dark gray sky made it difficult to see. However, with some focus, Lapis could not only notice it but also a bit of light shinning in the peak. That gave her an idea.

"Peri, look at that. Can you see that tiny light in the top of the mountain?"

"What mountain?" Lapis held Peridot's chin so her eyes were directed to where the svelte gem was watching. "Wait, wait" Peridot rubbed at her eyes to see better and then gasped "When that mountain appeared? We haven't seen it since this journey began!"

"The forest. It's too dense to see beyond the horizon, but this clearing makes it easier. I have an idea, or a theory, well either of both: what if that mountain is the limit of this forest? What if by reaching the light in the top, we can finally get out of here? Do you think it could work?"

Peridot placed a hand on her chin pensively. This could be a good idea and their only ticket to put an end to their senseless situation, or just a trap put by... Well, by whatever that was playing them like they were its toys. "Analytically speaking, we could save ourselves and even find answers about why our powers don't work and why our bodies are going through these changes, or die trying. But at least we have a goal now, a more tangible one, to be exact. So, yeah, it is worth a shot"

"It's settled then. To the mountain's light"

"Yeah, to the mountain's light!" Peridot exclaimed with renewed confidence though hissed a bit due to another migraine. Lapis grimaced after seeing her crush's gemstone getting more black splotches. She started walking fastly, praying this new plan of hers work for their sakes.

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reallylonglies · 5 years

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Taylor Swift - Demon Hunter : Part 4

Blake was exhausted. She had work. She had kids to chase around. She had a husband. She didn’t have time to pass messages between a demon and a lightning rod like they were in a really messed up fifth grade class.

She stomped down the stairs to Taylor’s gym. It was quiet there when Taylor was touring and she needed some time to get a little work done. She found a semi-comfortable seat and began to leaf through a script she’d been sent. It was quiet and cool in the gym, and the script was actually good enough that she found herself engrossed. An hour passed before she realised she wasn’t alone.

There was a faint hum in the air and a warm, spiced scent. She slipped the script into her bag, took off her earrings and readied herself for a fight. Only two people had the combination code for the door, but all that meant was that whatever was in here definitely wasn’t a person. Tucking her hair into a neat ponytail, she called into the darkness.

“You can come out now, she’s not here. Just little old me,” her voice echoed, the comfortable cool of the gym had become spine-tingling chill. She felt the air moving around her.

“A breeze in a basement,” she muttered to herself, “Happy Tuesday to me.”

Suddenly, it was in front of her. She sensed it before she saw it. Every inch of her body told her to run and never look back. From experience, she knew that this was the most important time to stay completely still and focussed. The discomfort she was feeling began to take shape in front of her. Despite her thudding heart, she found herself rolling her eyes at the over-dramatic process of manifestation. She really didn’t have time for this shit, even if it was scaring the living daylights out of her. She needed those living daylights to get through the rest of her busy life.

After a minute or so of overdramatic swirling, the spirit manifested in front of her. She’d never seen anything like it. Except she had, she’d seen something exactly like it, but she’d never seen that thing manifest in front of her. Taylor usually just entered the room through a door, not as a swirling cloud of vapour.

“If you’re trying to convince me you’re my friend, you’ve already made several mistakes,” she said, sounding nonchalant is second nature when you’ve spent as many years in teen dramas as Blake had.

“I’m not trying to trick you,” it said, it’s voice was not right either. Taylor had a human voice, this was a low growl with a rasping quality that made Blake want to dive for a packet of vocal zones.

“What do you want?” Blake asked, slowly moving her hand up her back, between her shoulder blades. She grasped the handle of the small dagger she kept there, and silently thanked Gal Gadot for inspiring this little trick.

With unseeing eyes, the spirit tilted its head at her. The eyes roamed up and down Blake’s whole body as if they had never been set on a human being before.

“She took my friend, put her in a song,” the figure circled Blake, Blake concealed the dagger behind her wrist.

“What are you doing?” she asked it as it passed behind her, when it stood in front of her, she took a sharp breath.

“Learning,” the word escaped from Blake’s lips in Blake’s voice. Staring in horror at the uncanny figure before her, the real Blake stifled a scream. She slashed with the dagger at the demon, who dodged, then looked down at her own right hand. It revealed its identical dagger. The stifled scream became a roar of frustration. Blake threw herself into battle for the first time in over a decade.

*****

I don’t attend awards ceremonies as a rule. There’s enough awful people there, I don’t need to add any more malice to the mix. I once had to find one of my old apprentices at the Oscars, the stench in that room… it was like garbage, emotional garbage. Everyone in there has so much hanging on a little golden statue. And people mock me for my crucifix intolerance.

I sensed almost instantly that something bad had happened to Blake. I don’t know what gave it away. Was it something she said? Something she did? The fact that she had obviously been replaced by a powerful fallen angel out for vengeance?

One of those things definitely set my alarm bells ringing when I went to her with a message for Taylor. Fallen angels are honestly the worst because if you bump into one unprepared they can do a lot of damage. They can stop you manifesting, give you a headache or in this case they can force you to possess the husband of a good friend against your will.

She gestured to him, cowering gently in a corner.

“Get in,” she said, she’d really nailed the voice.

I have to tell you inhabiting a human host is gross enough but this guy had only recently been exorcised and whatever slovenly spirit he’d been possessed by did not clean up after itself. Anxieties everywhere. Nightmares left unfinished. The guy even left an existential crisis just lying around for me to trip up on. What a hack.

We so rarely talk about what it feels like to possess someone, allow me to describe it. It’s a little like tapping into a phone line except the phone line is the person’s physical presence in the mortal dimension. Unfortunately, the host is still using the phone line so you get a live feed of all their thoughts, and this guy was a big thinker. A lot going on in his mind. Gave me a migraine almost instantly.

Walking the red carpet, I saw Taylor at a distance. Unfortunately there was no way for me to signal to her in front of that many photographers. I didn’t want to risk the exposure of the entire demon realm over something so small as a potential apocalypse. Also, any time that a person is working hard to perform the act of “being myself” it is actually surprisingly difficult for an incumbent Demon to take over. They’re too conscious of everything, all their boundaries are up. It’s sticky and gross and I hate it.

Fallen angels love, love having their pictures taken. Ever seen those old-timey exorcism pictures? All that ectoplasm shit? Fallen angels, they love to showboat. As soon as they get in front of a camera they have to show off. If you look at any pictures of Blake from this awards ceremony, you might be able to see the image warping a little at the edges, or get a chill when you look at her eyes.

So anyway, the red carpet probably was simultaneously the best and worst place to attract Taylor’s attention. Demon Blake was distracted having her picture taken. Great. Stupid human host Ryan was on his best “being myself” behaviour. Not great.

As luck would have it, my host needed the bathroom. Admittedly, I had spent the entire afternoon making him thirsty in the hope that this would give me the out I needed. Slipping through the crowd, he passed Taylor and I pushed myself to the top of his psyche so that she couldn’t fail to hear my tune blaring out over the shouts of journalists and photographers.

Her eye met Ryan’s and she filled with fiery rage. I fist bumped, there was no way she could ignore this.

She stormed into the bathroom while my host was washing his hands. Another insignificant human squealed at her, she swore at him and he left in a panic. It wasn’t classy. I loved it.

“You,” she fixed me with her hardest stare, “get out.”

“You’re blocking the door. I’m also really not sure you’re meant to be in here. This is the men’s room and you’re not a men,” Ryan’s babbling continued until he looked in the mirror above the sink and saw my face beaming back at him, “Oh God, not again, how does this keep happening to me? Do I have a possess me sign on my back?”

He was still chattering as I drifted gently away from his feeble human body and manifested next to him.

“Wait why is he wearing a tux, do demons wear tuxes?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “It’s a special occasion I wanted to look nice. Do you always wear a tux, dumbass?”

“No,” he asked, “Why do you look like John Mulaney?”

“It’s a passing resemblance, why do you look like Picasso’s biggest mistake?”

Taylor interrupted our vocal sparring by aggressively grabbing me by my bowtie. I had manifested too solidly for that not to hurt.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, twisting the bowtie tighter.

I made some garbled gasping sounds, she relented and loosened her grip.

“Blake… fallen angel… very bad… big event… tonnes of demons…” partly I was getting my breath back, partly I preferred talking in bullet points.

“How many?” she asked, taking a series of silver rings out of her garter and slipping them onto her fingers.

“Sevent…” I deliberately mumbled the second half of the word.

“Seventeen? That’s not so many,” she shrugged, I made a guilty face “Oh, seventy, that’s many, a lot of many. Is there anyone we can call?”

Zendaya was out on a film shoot somewhere. Aniston was retired. Dunst had a lifetime ban because of the Bettany fiasco. I racked my brains.

The door opened. Two figures in black suits appeared.

“Miss Swift, pleased to meet you, we’ve heard a lot about you,” the one that spoke had a gentle accent and dreamy eyes, the other one was Keanu Reeves.

“It seems you have a bit of a situation on your hands,” Reeves answered, “How can we be of service?”

Taylor looked taken aback. I looked taken aback. Ryan looked deeply confused.

“What the hell is going on? Why is Neo here with this tennis player? Are we giving Golden Globes to tennis players now?” these were all logical questions.

“This must be confusing for you,” with perfectly applied pressure from his palm, Reeves gently put Ryan to sleep. The other guy caught the body and slid it under the sink, where they kept the hand towels and soap refills. Watching these two work together, stirred a memory in me, something from an impossibly long time ago.

“Holy shit,” I said, “You’re Reeves and Federer.”

“Who else would we be?” Federer asked as he arranged some hand towels under Ryan’s head to make him more comfortable.

“Wait, the Reeves and Federer?” Taylor chimed in, “I thought they were from like, the 18th century.”

“We are,” they answered in unison.

Reeves and Federer: immortal vampires. I couldn’t believe they were still around, which in hindsight felt particularly foolish. They were immortal vampires, of course they were still around.

“Alright,” Taylor and I didn’t have time to fangirl the way I wanted to over these two absolute heroes of the dark world, “I have a plan for this but it’s going to take a lot of work. What weapons are we working with?”

Reeves and Federer opened their jackets. I gasped audibly.

“What do you need?”

******

Blake woke in the gym, her hands were tied to a leg press machine. She rolled her eyes, and without even flinching, dislocated her thumb to break out of her bonds. She sighed, popped her thumb back in and straightened her dress.

“Fallen angels,” she muttered, collecting her handbag, “Amateurs.”

*****

Demon Blake waited for the ceremony to begin before starting her big show. The sound system began to crackle and pop like a nervous bowl of rice krispies. The host apologised for technical difficulties. The technical team shook their heads in confusion.

The lights went out. A room full of expensive people gasped expensively in shock.

“Silence,” a voice throbbed from the center of the room. Blake had risen to her feat and was glowing blue in the darkness, “Stand.”

A bunch of bozos in suits stood up. Taylor sighed, we were concealed behind a thick velvet curtain.

“There are so many,” she whispered, “Reeves and Federer had better remember the plan. Are you ready for it?”

“I was hewn ready,” I replied. It was a lie, if I was physically capable of wetting myself I would have done.

“Ew, that’s gross,” she answered as we watched Demon Blake rise into the centre of the room. I get telepathic when I get nervous.

There was a shuffling sound behind us, Taylor turned, instantly ready for a fight. Blake, the real one, not the floating ball of demonic rage, appeared from the shadows.

“Hey,” she smiled, “What did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing, just that your demon twin is trying to take over the world,” Taylor answered as Blake rummaged in her handbag and changed her heels for comfortable pumps.

“So, just another Tuesday then,” she answered, “Where do you want me?”

“The tech desk, I need you to raise the curtain when Reeves and Federer give the signal,” Taylor kept her eyes pinned on demon Blake, who was now floating through the audience monologuing about mortals heeding her will or something. Typical fallen angel garbage, these guys are 80% propaganda.

“Wait,” Blake paused on her way to the tech desk which was hidden at the back of the room, “The Reeves and Federer? I thought they were a myth.”

“Yeah, me too. Now it makes sense that John Wick looks so fighting fit at fifty,” Taylor gestured that Blake should hurry, the possessed hordes were beginning to bar the doors.

Just as the tension in the room mounted to a peak, there was a loud shout from a balcony above the stage.

“Hey, crazy demon!” the words were less than poetry, but they sounded so good in a swiss accent, “Possess this!”

He threw what looked like, but certainly wasn’t a tennis ball into the air, jumped and served. The point blank blow knocked demon Blake out of the air, she crashed dramatically into a table surrounded by influential aged filmmakers.

It occurred to me suddenly that I had no idea where he’d been hiding that tennis racket.

Taylor was still biding her time, she made her way towards the center of the stage, behind the curtain.

Reeves had made his way to the middle of the room, gently bringing protective posessees to their knees on the way. It was good that he was used to hurting people without actually hurting people, that was working in our favour.

Demon Blake saw him coming and aimed a bolt of lightning squarely at his chest. He dodged it, letting Quentin Tarantino take the hit. Boy howdy he was going to have a headache when he woke up.

Federer had climbed athletically down from the balcony and was approaching Demon Blake from behind, apologising courteously as he elbowed his way through the crowd.

Reeves cricked his neck as Demon Blake moved towards him, real fire blazing in her eyes.

I’ve rarely engaged in hand to hand combat with a fallen angel. In fact, I would go so far as to say I have never in fact engaged in hand to hand combat with a fallen angel. It’s risky, and hard, plus in high stress situations I have a habit of turning into a cloud of greasy smoke so it’s difficult to keep up with the “hand to hand” thing. With that for context, let me tell you that I was impressed with how long Reeves held out.

First she came for him with a left hook.

He caught her fist in his and forced her backwards.

She burst into flames and he was almost incinerated.

Stumbling backwards, he pulled a chair out from under a possessed Jude Law and shattered it.

He struck out with a chair leg and clocked her across the face.

At this point she lost control and contorted briefly into her true shape, horns, wings and all.

Taylor motioned to me to move to the orchestra pit. My part of the plan was, though I say myself, a big challenge. I was being very brave. Landing in the pit I centred myself and extended a telepathic field across all of the musicians.

Just as I got the last flautist under control, I heard Reeves and Federer give the signal. It was meant to be “now” but it came as a slightly garbled scream somewhere in the vicinity of now.

Luckily Blake got the message and the curtain on the stage rose. I connected myself with Taylor, a conduit for her to control the orchestra. She let out a single, incredible note. Demon Blake turned, dropping both Reeves and Federer to the floor.

“You,” the Demon floated towards Taylor at an alarming pace.

Taylor replied with a low hum, the orchestra started up, perfectly in tune under her control.

“You hid my friend in that stupid song,” the demon had dropped its Blake disguise in its fury. Fallen angels, not pretty. Would not recommend this as a Halloween costume.

Taylor started the song, the orchestra was building with her. I’d never heard this one before, it was incredible.

The angel was uncomfortable, its tune was hiding under the verses, woven tightly into the chorus, but it fought back. Blue lightning flew out of its hands towards Taylor. She dodged, rolled and didn’t miss a line of her song.

The Angel looked upwards as it began to weaken under the intensity of the music. Taylor nodded at me, as we had planned, I extended the telepathic field to include everyone in the room. Hundreds of voices raised in unison and the fallen angel writhed and glowed with pale fire.

Reeves and Federer gazed up at the demon, Blake’s eyes were fixed on Taylor as she fought her greatest battle. In an explosion of fire and fury the fallen angel dissolved. The song came to an end, Taylor fell to her knees on the stage. Silence fell across the room, followed by a low whooshing sound as if a gale was blowing through the building. Seventy demons evacuated their influential hosts, eager to escape the wrath of the most powerful lightning rod they had ever seen.

More silence, then Reeves clapping, Federer joining him, Blake whooping - the whole room erupted with applause.

She stood, shakily. Smiled the same smile she had on her face the first time she vanquished a level five fire demon, and bowed.

As the applause died down, and I began gently wiping the memories of everyone in attendance. Taylor had a sudden flash of memory, she turned to Federer, who was folding napkins and straightening cutlery.

“Did you leave Ryan locked in an under-sink cupboard?”

“Oh, shit, yes,” he looked at Blake with panic in his eye. She was tucking into a tray of canapes.

“Leave him there, it’ll be good for him,” she said, through a mouthful of salmon puffs, “I’ll get him out in an hour.”

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Personal Connection- Ch. 8 (Bonus-Basset Hound)

Here’s my submission for the eight prompt, the bonus prompt, for the Spring @tpthvegebulsmutfest . “Personal Connection” is up and running on Ao3 as well. So if you need to recap, please do so. The smut in this was inspired by @vegetapsycho ‘s phenomenal fanart “Point of No Return”.

Bulma and Vegeta are expecting a little bundle of joy, but what will that mean with the Androids still coming? How will they cope? Vegeta decides to enact drastic measures to protect his new family that send Bulma reeling. Don’t hate me too much! This story will continue in the Fall Smutfest.

The woman was a Gods damn basset hound! Finally, finally, he’d managed to evade her. Ever since announcing that Bulma was bearing his child, the Mother had not rested a single moment and constantly showed up everywhere. Anywhere. He couldn’t get away from her. They couldn’t get away from her. Two weeks, it had been two weeks already and there hadn’t been a single moment except for at night in bed together where he and Bulma were alone. Even then, all they did was sleep. He was usually exhausted from training and tending to her needs, and Bulma was just trying to cope with how her body was reacting to being pregnant. She was still sick every morning and every evening. Still, he smirked to himself, he’d visited her once when he sensed that her stomach was calm at her office. He’d told her that he owed her, she hadn’t understood at first, not until he’d pressed her up against the wall by her windows and pressed his throbbing manhood against her pelvis. Immediately she’d hiked up her skirt and demanded he get down on the ground. He’d obeyed, pulling his pants down, and exposing himself before lying down and she was on him instantly, slipping him inside of her, and riding him. Grinding her perfect little hips. Both of the biting back screams and groans. He’d grabbed her hips, she’d palmed his chest, and her hips worked the shit out of him.

Vegeta felt himself getting thicker, straining the confines of his pants. He had gotten used to bedding her every day, multiple times a day, but now that she was so ill, he hadn’t touched her since she rode him in her office. Granted she took him for orgasm after orgasm until he couldn’t breathe and her hips couldn’t move anymore. It had been glorious. And he was hoping for more glory with his beautiful Wife. Except for her stupid Mother always popping up everywhere! Honestly, he was beginning to think she knew how to sense ki. It was… disturbing to him how often and quickly she found him. He tried to tell himself that it was simply because this was her home and she knew her daughter well and she’d learned his routines as any good hostess would. But there were limits. In the morning when Bulma was feeling well enough to shower… and well enough for him to join her… the Mother would barge into the room, thankfully not the bathroom, muttering about inane details about something called a Lactation Coach. What the Fuck was a Lactation Coach?! And if anyone was going to be coaching Bulma on anything, it was going to be him!

Still, after that rude interruption that totally killed anything that he and Bulma might have be getting into (Gods, had it killed it!), it got him thinking. He didn’t know a Gods damn thing about how Earth women had children. So he went about finding out. He was absolutely refusing to go to her Mother for anything about this; he wasn’t letting the Mother in any further than she had already forced herself into the matter. So the Father had given him some research materials. Things he quickly read, and utterly confused the shit out of him, when Bulma was busy throwing up every morning and evening. Each page, every word… it was all so, so… Why the Hell was it so damn complicated for Earth women to have children?! On Vegetasei, from what he could remember about his brother’s birth, gestation and childbirth was so effortless… and clean. A woman carried the child inside her till she reached the third trimester. Then the child was transferred over to a gestation tank where computers and Saiyan medical science ensured the child grew strong so as to achieve a successful analysis of it’s power levels at maturation. It was all for the sake of the child becoming the absolute best warrior it had the potential of being. Once it was to term, the child was removed, ‘birthed’, from the gestation tank and transferred to an analysis pod where the child’s power levels would be assessed. From there, depending on the child’s level, the child would be assigned a class and continue to grow in the pod and later raised and trained by it’s parents to be the warrior it was meant to be or continued to grow and later be sealed into the pod and the pod would be sent out to another weaker planet for the weak offspring to establish a Saiyan foothold. But no, of course, humans had to make the whole thing so much more complicated and messy than it had to be. All this drivel about bleeding—Well, actually that scared the Hell out of him. Light bleeding was okay, but if Bulma started cramping or bleeding a lot or felt any pain, it could mean that she’d lost the baby or the pregnancy was this thing called ectopic, which meant that the pregnancy had gone horrible wrong. Then there was breast tenderness—Actually he didn’t have a probably with her breasts’ milk ducts expanding her already exceptional breasts up another bra size, but the book the Father gave him to read said that his Wife’s breasts would also be very sore so Bulma would most likely not wanting him touching or licking them… then again his tongue’s gentle and lusty administrations might help her. Okay, so breast tenderness wasn’t that complicated or messy. But constipation! What the Hell?! And fluctuance?! Disgusting. Then there was vaginal discharge that wasn’t the type he enjoyed from her, fatigue, food cravings and aversions, apparently she was going to have to pee a lot, she’d get heartburn, mood swings (which terrified the fucking shit out of him if it meant her already formidable temper was going to rage out of control, Dear Gods of Vegetasei!), and of course her sickness was going to continue and she was going to gain weight as their child grew. And all of that was just in the first three months!!!

But that really wasn’t the bad things. Oh no. There were these things called Red Flag Symptoms. Severe pain in her abdomen. Heavy bleeding. Debilitating dizziness. Too much weight gain too fast or too little weight gain. Any one of those things and he’d need to get her to the doctors in the main building fast. Because of his many, many incidents involving his training, there were already at least two major trauma physicians on staff day and night. They could help until more specialized care could arrive. But still. Vegeta didn’t like having to monitor her constantly for any of those signs. As it was, he was already severely distracted by keeping track of her ki every second of her life. And it was costing him. He looked down at his left hand as though he could see through the white glove to the bandages underneath. He glanced up further at his left bicep, where more bandages were hidden underneath his royal blue suit sleeve, then his right shoulder, for the same.

He kept walking down the hallway to her personal lab where she was working on new drones for him and another surprise which he wasn’t so sure he wanted her working on in her condition, but considering that her Father was apparently working on it with her, he trusted the old man to protect his child and future grandchild admirably. Still, when he got hurt the first time he’d been too distracted by worrying about her to notice the blast coming from a drone, she’d chalked it up to him still getting used to the news about becoming a father and being distracted. True, and she let it slide. The second time, she let it slide again, again chalking it up to new fatherhood jitters. The third and fourth times, no, that had worried her. All the other times following and he was now hiding his injuries from her so she wouldn’t get scared and snap at him. Again, he understood from that book that one of the most dangerous things for her right now was stress. It was toxic and he’d be damned if she or their child was going to be in danger because of him!

He turned a corner. She’d fucking kill him if she found out that he’d suffered three more injuries… she’d kill him and kill herself and/or the baby as well… He clenched his fists despite the burning pain in his one hand and both arms. He wasn’t going to lose them. Never.

* * *

The man was a Kami damn basset hound! He just popped up everywhere. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom anymore without opening the door and finding him waiting for her, asking about her, asking about the baby. Asking about all these Red Flag symptoms things! Kami damn it! She wished her Dad had never given him that stupid ass book to read! He was obsessed with it, he was obsessed with her!

Bulma threw a wrench down on her desk top. It clanged loudly. Her elbows followed suit, hitting the surface of her work area with twin loud thuds. She sighed heavily as she landed her face in her waiting palms. She was stressed. More than usual. And it was because she was pregnant, she knew that. Everything seemed to get to her quicker than usual, her fuse had shrunk a lot already and, according to the book (Kami, why the fuck did I read that damn thing too?!), her fuse was going to shrink by a hell of a lot more over the next couple of months. And that wasn’t all. She knew her Husband was lying to her. Keeping secrets from her. That pissed her off even more. Her shoulders were tight, she could feel it. She’d sigh, try to rest and relax like she should, but the muscles in her neck would never let up even the tiniest bit.

She sighed heavily again and rubbed just above her eyebrows at the growing headache that usually, nowadays, morphed into a migraine that had her wanting to kill every fucking person on the planet or at least the stupid assholes that were in her immediate vicinity. Starting with the one that shared her bed and finishing with the ones that raised her. It was all so, so… it was all too much! An irritated groan left her mouth as she rubbed her tired eyes. And that was another thing, she couldn’t work anymore. She had the attention span of a gnat and every part of her seemed too exhausted to do anything other than inane crap that couldn’t hold her interest even before she was pregnant.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulders?” The gravelly voice asked right beside her.

She jumped. A startled scream echoing off her lab’s walls and throbbing in her head to splitting level. She winced then glared at Vegeta. But by the look of concern on his face, her anger lessened to just plain irritation. She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose hard.

“What the Hell do you want now?” She grumbled.

“Are the new drones ready yet?”

“No, I’m not working on them anymore.”

Vegeta balked, shocked. “Bulma!” He shouted at her. “What the Hell are you thinking?! How am I supposed to become a Super Saiyan without the proper training?!”

“Because you’re not becoming a Super Saiyan.”

Vegeta stared, that one cut deep. Too deep. He bristled. Fuck her being pregnant! “HOW DARE YOU—”

“HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed suddenly turning on him.

SMACK!

She slapped him. He stared at her. Now noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks. “How dare you!” She wept bitterly. She raised another hand… that he caught by the wrist. She raised her other, he caught that one by the wrist as well. She struggled in his firm grasp, “How dare you! How dare you lie to me! How dare you hide it from me! How dare you get distracted!!!”

Terror gripped his chest as she began wailing. Vegeta let her wrists go and crushed her to him. Cradling her, hushing her.

“Easy, Bulma, easy. Calm down. Please calm down.” He pleaded desperately. He could feel her emotions going haywire, felt her body trembling, felt her losing control in a dangerous way that sent every part of his mind and soul panicking!

“NO!!!!” She roared against his chest. Tiny fists pounding against his body. Still he held her to him. Letting her let it all out, fearing beyond words what would happen if she kept it bottled up instead. “You can’t do this to us! You can’t think about us, Vegeta! You can’t! We can’t be anywhere near you!! You have to train! You have to win!! If you don’t… If you don’t…”

Her sobs overwhelmed her. She clenched the shoulder straps of the armor she’d made him. Her tiny shoulders heaving, her body shaking with each crushing wail. He held her tighter and tighter as though he could will her hurt and fear away. He bowed his head, burying his face in her hair.

“Please,” her voice was so small, “If you don’t become a Super Saiyan, the Androids will kill you. Then they’ll come after me and the baby… And I can’t… I can’t do this alone, Vegeta. I don’t want to do this alone.”

She broke down again. Vegeta sniffed, softly pressing his lips to the top of her head, kissing her gently. Then he looked away from her, blinking back tears, sniffing again.

* * *

They never fought like that before. Never left each other’s presence without some sense of connection. This time, when her tears were done, when his tears were done, she’d wiped them away herself with another deep sigh that seemed to rattle every fiber of her being before turning away from him and going back to her work. With silence hanging between them, Vegeta turned and left her lab. He’d gone back out to the Gravity Chamber and trained harder than he had in a long time. For a moment he’d honestly considered leaving and training in the desert again. But no. He wasn’t going to run away from her and their child again. He wasn’t giving in to his own fear again. Yet, they both felt the gap that was suddenly between them. And never more so than lying in bed right now.

Vegeta stared at the door, listening to her vomiting again and fighting the urge to go hold her hair back for her and comfort her while her body wracked with everything their child was doing to it. He scowled at the dark. She had closed the door again. Shutting him out again. He felt his own dinner churn in his stomach. He winced but kept glaring. Bile was threatening to vacate. He gripped his pillow from underneath, his knuckles whitening over the hem of the blanket covering up to his waist. She wretched violently again. He seethed at the dark.

This was bad. It felt bad… It felt the worst. He loves her. More than words. More than himself. He loves their child, the whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of his grim-set mouth, and all the children still yet to come… She wanted more children than just this one. She wanted more of his children and he wanted more of hers. In order for that to happen, the Androids had to be destroyed. To make sure nothing bad ever happened, he’d have to destroy the Androids. To protect his family, to ensure a larger family, he’d have to destroy the Androids. And to do that, he’ll have to become the Legend. And in order to do that… Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut, keeping the wet and all the horrible feelings it brought with it at bay. He knew he had to do it, but… but that… he gritted his teeth, it didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Suddenly the toilet flushed. His eyes flew open. A few more minutes and the door opened, temporarily semi-illuminating the room, before the flick of the light switch plunged everything back into darkness. He leveled out his breathing and relaxed his body as he listened to her making her way across the pig sty floor to her side of the bed.

She didn’t say anything, her breathing was quick from the effort of nausea, but she didn’t say anything as he felt the covers lift behind him and the mattress dip with her weight and the covers lower again. She shifted this way and that, trying to find a comfortable position again. Eventually she settled. Still she didn’t say anything to him—

“Vegeta?” Her voice was so weak. His chest tightened and his heart clenched, he hated how weak she sounded; he hated how weak she was and he couldn’t do anything to alleviate that.

“What?” He grumbled.

There was a pause. Silence filling it again. “Hold me.”

Immediately he turned under the sheets and snuggled up to her as close as he could get. She needed him! She needed him again! He laid his arm over her waist and drew her in even closer to his chest… Then he nuzzled the back of her head, taking in a deep smell of her. She sighed contentedly and it melted him.

“I love you,” he whispered by her ear.

He heard her sniff, “You have to leave.”

“I know,” he agreed and felt so much pain at finally having to say it out loud, “I’ll have your Father prepare the ship—”

Suddenly she bolted upright, turning to look at him. Even in the dim light of the waning moon outside, he could see the shock on her face.

“The ship?!”

“Yes,” he frowned and looked away from her, staring into the pink of her pillow, “I can’t stay on this planet to train. You and I both know that the Gravity Chamber gives me the greatest assistance let alone that I… I… I can sense you anywhere on this planet.” His dark eyes met hers, “I won’t be able to help myself not to monitor your ki and the baby’s ki. I’d be attuned to it no matter what.” Vegeta sat up. “The only way to prevent you from being a distraction, to prevent myself from monitoring you, is I leave the planet.”

There he’d said it. He watched her. Watched it sink in. Her eyes lowered from his, analyzing his words in the air between them. Hurt slowly dawning on her, slackening her mouth in dismay and furrowing her brows with something akin to anguish. And realization dawning on her, the realization that no matter how she felt, no matter how he felt, it was true. It was all true.

Then her face contorted into heartbreak. Just as the tears started to come, Vegeta reached over and drew her into his embrace. This time he didn’t bother hushing her, he didn’t bother to try and calm her down. He just held her and let her weep. Let her tears leave grief-stricken trails down his chest. Let her nose drip snot on his scar-covered skin. He bowed his head and buried his nose in the top of her head. He inhaled deeply again, breathing her in; it was going to be one of the few chances he would have before he left the planet to commit her scent to his memory.

Eventually she couldn’t cry anymore. She pulled her head back from his chest, wiping at her eyes and nose. He reached behind her to her nightstand and retrieved the small box of tissues she kept there. He held them out to her. She cleaned herself up under his watchful gaze. Then she took the box and put it back on her nightstand. She turned back to face him and laid down, keeping her eyes locked with his. He took the cue he read in them and settled back down facing her as well. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter than he ever remembered her doing. He did the same, as if holding her tighter than he ever had before could magically imprint her body on his; he’d settle for imprinting the feel of her body in his arms, the feel of her body against his, instead.

“I love you,” she whispered wetly.

He turned his head to bury his tears in his pillow.

* * *

It had been an awkward talk with Doctor Briefs. It wasn’t that the elderly man didn’t understand why it had to be this way, but that the elderly man knew what it was taking out of both his daughter and his Saiyan son-in-law to do this and everything that went with it. The stress, the hurt, the distance, the strain. Everything.

“Are you sure about this, son?” The old man had asked.

Vegeta couldn’t meet his eyes, “Yes. I have to become a Super Saiyan if I’m to protect them. And that isn’t happening here. Not now.”

With that, Doctor Briefs nodded and got to work on getting everything ready, “I’ll prep the ship for a year’s journey—”

“Three months,” Vegeta snapped.

“Three months, eh? Gonna do this in hops instead of one big leap.”

“I won’t abandon her.” Vegeta gritted his teeth, clenched his fists by his side. His dark vision burning holes into the floor.

“Alrighty then, three days and then you’ll be off. That sound good?”

It was a shock to Vegeta that it would only take three days before he could leave. “So soon?” It pained him.

“If you’re going to jump, boy, jump.”

Vegeta nodded. And it was done. Her Father started drawing up a supply list and Vegeta set off for training in the desert just outside of the city; he wouldn’t be able to use the Gravity Chamber while it was being prepped for his impending departure.

He trained hard. He trained constantly. Although he always kept his senses locked in on hers and their unborn child’s ki, it was as though he had reverted to old habits. He didn’t talk to anyone. Kept his own hours. He trained until he couldn’t take it anymore and then trained some more.

He rarely saw her except when he returned to their bed after having showered, changed for bed, and eaten dinner. He’d find her already asleep. In the safety of the night, he’d watch her. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulder or chest depending on what position gave her comfort for the night. The moon always casting an ethereal glow to her that stole his breath away. His Namekian Goddess. He climbed into bed next to her and get settled by taking her in his arms again and holding her tight, always taking in the opportunity to imprint her in his mind. She’d always sigh like a cat with a full stomach of warm milk. He’d smirk, close his eyes, and drift off to sleep with her. In the mornings, he’d wake up before her, gingerly slip out of bed and out of their room, and return to his old room where he’d shower and dress for another day of training. Again alone in the kitchen, he’d eat whatever the Mother had left for him to eat and then he was off to the desert again.

The days passed quickly. He hadn’t meant for them to pass that fast, but he hadn’t prevented it either. If you’re going to jump, boy, jump. It was sage advice, painfully sage advice, from someone he had a strong suspicion knew it from personal experience. Her Father had built this company from the ground up with his revolutionary invention. How many times had his work called him away from his wife and child? The man knew what all of this meant and he knew that if Vegeta hesitated or even thought of prolonging it, he would never leave. It would all be for nothing. So the days passed and it was the evening before he was to leave.

He landed on his old balcony so as not to disturb… His brows furrowed, What is she still doing up?

Vegeta abandoned his towel and water bottle and headed for his door. Once he opened it, he didn’t hear anything except for the soft steps of bare feet. They were unhurried but traveling away from him. He stepped out into the softly lit hallway. She shouldn’t be up this late, not in her condition. She needed to rest and take advantage of her nausea passing for the moment so she could sleep deeply and recover… She was standing in front of their door wearing her pink bathrobe. It wasn’t tied at her waist and it was coming off her shapely shoulders. Her hair was a mess of fantastic curls again. She had her hand on the door handle. An elegant vignette.

She looked over her shoulder at him. Those enchanting curls framing her beautiful face. Her eyes bright and angelic with the soft lighting practically glowing in their sapphire depths. He spotted the slightest blush to the apples of her cheeks. He tried to convince himself that it was residual from her sickness, but her demeanor was all wrong. Then he detected something in the air. Slight but becoming more and more pronounced with every passing moment. Her scent. Her cheeks were blushed because she wanted him in a way she hadn’t wanted him for weeks now. His heart thundered in his ears.

She looked away from him. Was that… he swore he saw the hint of a smile just starting to touch the corner of her mouth as she opened the door and went inside. He stared. She’d left the door open for him to follow. Her scent still lingering in the air as the most enticing, seductive lure he could possibly imagine. His whole body burned. His jaw set. Every dirty, lusty thought he could ever have about her played out in his dark, smoldering, swarthy gaze. He followed.

* * *

The full moon lit their room like a temple lantern. Soft, holy silvery light casting the unusual shadows that seemed to ordain the room as hallowed sanctuary. A world all their own… for the night.

He stood in the opened doorway and watched, completely awed and enamored with the sight. Bulma’s delicate fingers were slipping the pink silk garment from her bare shoulders… pulling… pulling then releasing. It fell around her feet. Her hands by her side. He admired the sight of her naked body from behind. Her luscious curls hiding the lovebite scar that he’d given her when he took her on their Wedding Night… the perfect lines of her shoulders and delicate outcroppings of her shoulder blades… the slender, sleek slope of her back… the voluptuous curvature of her hips that refined the perfect heart shape of her incredible ass… long legs that gave her the perfect proportions… She was perfect.

She half-turned, giving him a clear view of her profile. Her strawberries stood out from the cream of her full breasts. His body electrified. His hands fisted at his sides. He was set.

She looked over at him… He startled, there was a question in her eyes… doubt?... fear?... concern?... Suddenly seeing so many layers of uncertainty on her face, inhabiting the slump of her shoulders, it unnerved him. Why did she need to even see if he had followed her? Why would she even doubt that he would follow her?

Her feet were carrying her to him. Bringing her face to face with him. But she couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking at his chest… or his Adam’s apple… or maybe his chin… anywhere but his eyes or his face. Why? Why won’t she look at me? He eyed her, stunned even more at what he was seeing so clearly so up close and personal now. Her brows were pinched ever so slightly in that way that they did when she actually felt the fear of embarrassment, normally she was so confident and unwavering in how carefree she was in whatever she did; other people’s judgements be damned. It was doubt he was seeing in those sapphire orbs. The flush of potentially dire embarrassment pinking her cheeks. Her pink lips parted to show white teeth clenched together in nervousness. She looked so… so… He didn’t know what to say, what to do, what to think. He was shocked. His own lips falling apart in his own uncertainty in the face of what to do. It was clear she was offering herself to him and absolutely terrified that he wouldn’t accept her. Why? It made no—He was leaving. Leaving the planet for who knew how long and she was… scared that he wouldn’t come back to her. Gods…

Vegeta scooped her up in his arms. Taking them inside the room and kicking the door shut behind them. His lips mashing against hers. He felt his manhood grow for her. Reach for her despite the confines of his skintight pants. He wanted her. He would never stop wanting her. He kicked off his gold-tipped, white boots. He let go of her before she could react and began yanking down on his pants. Desperate to get the stupid things off and claim her in a way that would let her know to never doubt that she was his and he was hers ever again no matter the circumstances. No matter the distance, they are mates for life.

Her lips found his again. Her hands his neck. She had missed his kiss. She had missed him. Gods damn it! These things! He yanked on his pants. Finally! They cleared his cut hips. Setting his hard cock free. He yanked them off his legs and flung them Gods’ knew where, he didn’t care. He gathered her up in his arms again. This time her arms wrapped around his neck as they devoured each other. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he headed straight for their waiting bed.

He crawled onto it with her, lowering her onto it’s cushy surface. Her fingers cupped one of his shoulder blades, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her legs hiked above the cut of his hips. Her heels keeping bouncing, spurring time against his taut ass as he slipped inside of her. Thrusting over and over. Setting a relentless pace that had her very nearly drawing blood. They didn’t speak. Just let their moans and groans, whimpers and gasps, hisses be all the sounds they needed to hear from each other. He kept thrusting and thrusting. His thick, hard cock filling her warm, tight pussy. His tongue tasted every part of her mouth. Entwined with her tongue as she tasted him. She moaned. He groaned, feeling the precum weep into her welcoming depths. It had been so long since he felt her like this. Heard her moan from the pleasure his body gave hers. Fuck, this feels so good! So fucking good! He ground his hips into her tight pussy. Driving himself into her. Fucking her good. Just as a starter.

He reared up and sat back on his heels. Teetering on the edge of the bed. Holding her on his lap. She straddled him. One hand holding her delicate lower back, keeping her safe. His other hand grabbing a healthy chunk of her delicious ass cheek to hold her down so he could still fill her as deeply as he possibly could. His hips still thrusting. Her hips bouncing now. She opened her mouth wider so they could plunge their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths. He took the opportunity to finally nip at her lower lip the way he’d been dying to for a long while now before licking as deep into her mouth as he could. Her bounces, his thrusts sending her round, pillowy breasts to fit perfectly with the outstretched curve of his throat. Her hands cupping the base of his skull. Her nails digging into his scalp. Zinging his skin with the contact. Thrilling his cock with it. They gasped moaned, growled as they fed upon each other. She bounced and bounced. Her cunt feeling tighter and tighter to his engorged penis. She rode his thrusts harder and harder. His thrusts forcing him deeper and deeper. He felt his balls pinching. The feel of them both heading for climax drove them desperate. She whimpered, grinding her hips back and forth over his lap. He held her down and thrusted into her without a care for the screams filling his mouth as his won roars filled hers. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!!! She came. Her walls gripping him and releasing and gripping over and over. His hot semen shooting jets deep into her core. And she rode him. She kept fucking him. Not wanting it to end so soon. Wanting him to tremble between her thighs. And he wanted to. Gods, did he want to tremble between her legs again. His breathing rasped as he strained to give her all he could. He felt himself release more into her. Jet after jet. She could feel it, his hot seed inside her. Her legs starting to shake as her own orgasm ebbed into needy moans. She wanted more. Had to have more.

Her body stopped moving. She clawed at him. Their orgasm gone too soon. Hoping their kiss would last. But he wanted more too.

Vegeta sat up on his knees and dumped her off his lap. Temporarily vacating her tight body. She gasped as she bounced on the mattress before he flipped her over. He was on her in a second. She yelped when he yanked one of her knees up the soft linens. He was back inside her with a single, powerful thrust. She screamed as he took her from behind. Sweat beading on her skin. Sweat dripping of his. He reached around and cupped her delicate throat. Turning her face to look at him even though he shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pounded into her relentlessly.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” She screamed.

His free hand gripped the sheets. “Hn! Hn! Hn! Hn!” He grunted. Pounding her. Jarring her tiny body beneath his.

“Hahnngh,” she growled.

“Hnngh,” he growled back, rolling them both onto their sides.

He grabbed the lifted knee and held it up. Thrusting in her with abandon. He angled her face up to his again and devoured her lips. She shoved the pillow away and grabbed a huge chunk of sheets. Her breasts bounced. Her back arched. He was fucking her gloriously. Her legs shook as her body began bracing again. Holy fuck! Holy Fuck! His thick fingers dug into the tender flesh under her thigh as she felt—She yanked on the sheets, hearing them rip, as her scream filled his body. She felt herself squirt her juices over her inner thigh, slicking his thrusting dick. He slipped in and out of her so much easier now. Rubbing that rough spot inside her perfectly. Furiously. He growled again. Deeper. Darker. He kissed her so hard she thought her lips would bruise. Oh fuck this feels so good!

Suddenly he pulled away from her. She fell back on her back. He was on top of her. His iron body pinning her down to the bed. Pinned her wrists down by their hips. He thrust and she saw stars behind her eyelids. He fucked her hard. Deep. She never thought he could be this deep or this rough with her. And she loved it!

Her breasts squished against his chest. His mouth falling open as he, “Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!,” into her drenched cunt. He’d make her wetter. He’d fill her with his seed so much that it would seep out between his shaft and her nether lips again. He slammed his cock into her over and over. More, he had to have more! Had to give her more! She would never want! She would never be in doubt!

“Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

She struggled beneath him. Writhed. But he was steel. He wouldn’t budge except for his hips giving her pleasure beyond words but not beyond sound…

Suddenly her head snapped back with a primal scream filling her room and spilling into the crisp might air beyond her balcony. Sweat dripped down his forehead and cheek onto her prone throat.

“Hnngh!!” He roared as he released in her again. Filling her more. His hips slamming into her again… again… again… Her walls thundering around his pulsating dick. He gave it to her over and over. Fresh hot jets of his seed streaming into her hot depths. Gods, she feels good!

Suddenly he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She took control immediately. Her hips rode with abandon. Her nails finding the chiseled edges of his pectorals and digging into their curves.

“HA! HA! HA! HA! HNGH!” She roared. Squeezing her eyes shut and riding her Husband’s fantastic stiff cock. He felt so fucking amazing! And the way he made her feel, she was dripping with sweat. Soaked in it and cum and she didn’t care! She was in Heaven! His head was flung back, “HA! HN! HN!” He groaned, wallowing in the pleasure she gave him. His body just as drenched as hers.

She rode him. Rode him. He gripped her hips. His fingers digging into her soft flesh. She bowed her head as she felt her body tense and suddenly release again. She squirted all over his crotch. Her body shaking. Her strawberries as pert as lighthouses. It was bliss! Pure bliss! She kept riding, kept feeling her whole body tingle with her cumming until he joined her.

His hips bucked up into her hard and she felt more thick spurts of his cream slather her inside. It was so hot! It felt so good! She kept riding and riding until he was having trouble breathing. Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans, was straining under the power of the orgasm she could pull from him. Tearing him down. Breaking him apart the same way he did to her. It made her feel glorious! It made her feel powerful! It made her feel like a Queen!

They panted for awhile before she managed to lift her head from his chest and place a gentle press of her lips to his. It was all the kiss she could manage. His lips reacted, pucker for hers. She kissed again, he puckered back again. Then again. And again. Until their kisses were longer… deeper… involving their tongues searching each other’s mouths. He was succulent. With such a scarred body and such rough hands, Vegeta’s lips were surprisingly soft and pillowy. His tongue curious and attentive. For him, he’d never felt anything so soft in his life as her pillowy lips. They seemed perpetually moist and plump and just waiting for him to suck and nip and feast. Her tongue was agile and catlike and inquisitive. Every part of her was an explorer and begged to be explored. Vegeta never thought of himself as an adventurer, but for her, he was. He would always be an avid explorer just for her.

He began to push up, pushing her back up. She slipped off his lap the further he sat up. He got up on his knees. The bustling breaking their kiss. But she stayed close to him, her lips always near, and ready to be back on his the moment there was an opportunity to. He straightened up on his knees and reached for her hips as her hands reached for his neck. They drew each other in for another round of oral exploration. He indulged in her, pressed her hips to his. Commiting it all to memory. He plunged his tongue deeper. Slicking and snaking it over hers. Feeling the sharp edges of her perfect teeth. The warmth of her mouth. He pressed her hips closer. Felt the searing heat of her incredible body. Felt the press and slight parting of her nether lips against the aching hardness of his rock hard cock. She was drenched and he felt the peak of her engorged pearl. He groaned. He needed more. Had to have more. Had to give her more as though the ghost o his body presence could stay with her forever like a talisman that warded off any who would dare to get near her while he was away.

Then he nudged and pulled one side of her hip. Silently asking her to turn around. She held their kiss as long as she could as she began to turn her body around for him. When their lips broke, they both sucked in air. She turned fully around and leaned over onto all fours. He enveloped her tiny frame with his own muscular one. She gripped the sheets as he nuzzled the lovebite he’d given her through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned long and low. Relishing in the feel of his Saiyan love for her. The puff of his hot breath through his nose permeating her hair and skin. Making the lovebite scar tingle. And moistening between her legs even more. Reflexively her core clenched even though he wasn’t inside her to feel it. Vegeta reached between them and took hold of himself. He pulled away from his mate just enough to line himself up then closed the distance between them again as he slipped inside of her. He made sure to enter her nice and slow since she was so wet and he wanted her to feel every bit of him. For her wanton pussy to memorize the smooth roundness and cleft of his head, every vein along his shaft, and every ridge leading down to his base. He filled her. And she moaned an ‘Ahhhhh’ that was music to his ears.

Inside of her, he reached his hands and cupped her full breasts. Her pussy clenched his penis as he rolled his palm over her stiff nipples. Strawberries, he hummed. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts, feeling how soft they were. Pliable. Luscious orbs of the softest cream. He reared back slowly, bringing her with him, and making sure that he didn’t slip out of her.

He sat back on his heels. Bulma leaned her head back and he wiggled his nose over her lovebite. He closed his eyes, wallowing in the cozy warmth that was her. Her slipped his hands to hook behind her knees. And lifted.

She trusted him completely. Her tight ass nestled into his lap even more as he raised her bent legs over his bent knees. He balanced her perfectly. She closed her eyes and reached around his neck and placed her fingers over the scar of the lovebite she’d given him. He purred at her touch. His hips moved. Leisurely. Up then down… Up then down… Her fingers rubbed circles over his lovebite. Sweat dripped down his temples. Down his etched shoulders and biceps. It poured off of her like she was goddess of water. He grinned, My Namekian Goddess. He buried his face in her bobbing teal curls, breathing in her scent like she was a cup of morning coffee, contented wafts of steam that melted every tense muscle better than any massage. Being inside her was his solace. His sanctuary. He let go of her right knee. She kept it balanced on her own, liking the way this position made him feel inside her. He slipped his hand over her slick stomach… down… down… running his fingers through her sticky patch of teal hairs, rolling his digits through it… moving down to her saturated lips and parting them with his honey-dipped fingers. Her back arched the moment a warm fingertip caressed her hot bead.

“Aha,” she cried out.

He made small, tender circles over her stimulated clit. Her breathing shallowed, rasped. He purred into her hair again. Enjoying in the gentle, bobbing thrusts, the squish of their sticky sweet juices over his fingers and palm and her nether lips, and her achingly arousing whimpers of pleasure. She responded by turning her face to his, mashing the side of her face to the left side of his so hard her right eye squeezed shut. His nose nestled over the flushed apple of her cheek. His lips finding her jawline and kissing it over and over. Her hand slipped from his lovebite to his ear and cheek. He kept moving his hips. Rubbing her glorious pearl. Her free hand gripped his wrist still holding up her left knee. Her mouth hanging open in constant cries and moans. It was tempting to stay here forever. Experience nights like this forever. Be inside her forever. More than she could possibly know. But it couldn’t be, not until he had defeated the Androids. And to do that he had to leave in the morning, well, mere hours from now actually. In the meantime, he could be tempted by her, experience her, be inside her all night long until the alarm sounded and their fairytale night together would end.

“Uhhnngh,” she growled. The sound vibrating through his body.

He growled, low, deep, and luscious. She melted, gasping. He bucked a little for good measure. Her breathing seized in her chest. His tongue joined his kisses to her jaw. Licking the salty dew from her flushed jaw. Drinking her in literally. His brows pinched when he felt the pressure begin to build in his balls right at the base of his extended cock. Her breathing became ragged. Her cheeks burning with sexual exertion. He felt her tightening around his weeping head. He strained to keep his pace measured. All he wanted to do was fuck her with total, reckless abandon. Grind into her tender pussy all of his cock she could take. His breathing changed. Picked up. Rasped. She clenched tighter. His balls pinched tighter.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!”

He rubbed her inside and out. Licked and kissed.

Her grip on his wrist went white-knuckle.

The sweat sheened their skins in the moonlight as though they had bathed under it’s heavenly glow. And they had, bathed in each other’s affections.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!!!! Vegeta suddenly grabbed her clit as his cock pulsed, cumming inside her. Twitching and bobbing with each jet of his hot semen he filled pussy with. His hand squeezing the tender flesh behind her knee. Bulma’s head fell back, voiceless, as she gasped and whimpered, trying to breathe. Her walls quaking. The fluttering milking him. Her nails biting into his wrist. Her other hand desperately holding onto his meaty trapezius for dear life. Legs shaking. Toes curling tight.

They pitched forward. Collapsing. Panting hard against the bedsheets. But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. It started with a soft growl… then another as he parted his lips and nipped at her shoulder… then another growl lasting longer as his nips became playful. The Saiyan way of asking her if she was ready yet. Keeping her enticed for him. Eventually she started purring, rubbing her body against his. Marking him as her territory. His growl became huskier, her purr needier. He rubbed his body with hers. Oh, they could feel how ready they were again.

He reared back, slipping out of her. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over roughly. She let out an excited squeal, bouncing on the comfy mattress that had already proven its buoyancy more than up to the sensuous task of keeping up with them. So there she was. Radiant in the glory of her perfect body and the wet glow it received from hot, steamy, sex with her Husband and the aura of the moonlight outside their room. Her legs spread, her knees bent up just waiting from the perfect fit of his hips to hers. Her voluptuous pillows of cream waiting for his touch, waiting for his lips and tongue to snack on her delectable strawberries. Her sapphire blue eyes watched his. She got a kick all over again at how the Prince liked to survey his territory. She turned her hands over so that the back of her hands felt the warmth that their insane body heats had lent the sheets then dragged them up the bed in wide swings of her arms to dangle her hands over the edge of the mattress above her head. Surrendering to him and his dark desires, desires she wanted him to fulfill with her. His smoldering gaze followed the path of her hands upward and found her eyes waiting for his. She licked her lips before biting her lip in that way that drives him wild… her toe reached out to his slippery thigh and dragged the tip of its nail up to the temptation of the start of his plunging ‘V’. He smirked, that smirk that told her he was going to fuck her senseless, enjoy every moment of it and make sure she did too, and he knew that he really was that incredible in her bed. She loves that smirk. Without preamble, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg straight up on a long, elegant line. He kept eye contact with her as he ran his hand down her calve… down the back of her knee… he grabbed the back of her thigh roughly.

“Uhngh,” she gasped, backing arching a little. Breasts bouncing and those curls…

Vegeta shoved her knee against her chest. Bulma gasped. He licked his own lips as he took hold of his dick once more and lined up his eager head with her waiting entrance. He pressed his tip to her and her moan came out more as a desperate whimper. He knew that sound, that was the sound of her desperate for him to fill her and fuck her into the mattress. He gave a smoldering growl deep in his chest like a barrel roll of Saiyan thunder and shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her. Her back snapped back fiercely. A scream ripped from her throat. He leaned over her, balanced on his other hand he placed beside her hip, and eased his hips back from her, slipping out a little. Then he slipped back in. Then out. Her back eased back into the comfort of the mattress. She looked at him with blushed cheeks and pleading eyes. Gods! She looks stunning! He thrusted back in. Hard. Bearing down on her with his cock. Pounding her pussy. Hard and fast. The bed bounced and creaked with his power.

Her shoulder lifted. Her eyes squeezed tight at the mercy of the fucking onslaught. She gritted her teeth. Taking it. Taking him. Her hand gripped his forearm muscles. Her nails dug in deep. He looked down and watched her delicate nails drag burning, long, red lines down his flesh. Then he looked further down at the sticky mess their crotches and inner thighs were and watched his cock ramming in and out of her spread folds. Fuck!!! He seared it into his mind. He watched himself fuck the shit out of his wife. Her stifled screams morphing into snarls that turned him on even more. Calling to his primal side. He went at her harder and faster. She writhed. Her head snapped back. She growled like he’d never heard her before.

He leaned back, not slowing his pace or easing his power for a moment. He yanked her leg up from mashing her perfect breast and lifted it to his chest. Holding her calve over his shoulder. Sweat dripped down his cheek. Down his trapezius. Down his perfect pectorals. He watched her writhe, snarl, growl. Her nails biting into his flesh, searing. Sweat matting her soaked curls to her hairline. Matting her hair to her neck. To her shoulder. It beaded on her breasts and stomach. Dripped off her shoulders and biceps. She kept her leg spread for him. She was truly a sight to behold! His cheeks blushed deep red as he watched her take him. He gritted his teeth, feeling what seeing it was doing to him. He pounded harder and harder. Faster and faster. The bed sounded like it was about to give. She sounded like she was about to be ripped apart and wanted nothing but more of him. Gods!! She’s perfect!! She’s fucking perfect!!!!! He wanted to lick the moonlight off her body…

He flung himself down onto her. Still pounding her poor, defenseless, wanton pussy into the mattress. Hammering brutal, blissful screams from her tiny lungs. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging savagely into her plump, round ass. He didn’t care if he bruised her. She didn’t care if he bruised her ass as long as he kept fucking her like this! She wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands grabbing a fat chunk of his flame and holding on as he plowed into her pussy. Her growls gave way to the most sinful moans of pure ecstasy. You are! You are so fucking GOOD TO ME!!!! He buried his face in her neck. Licking her pulse line clean of sweat. Clean of moonlight. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed. More! More!

The pressure was building. Building. Building. He felt like his whole body was going to explode. Every muscle, every sinew drew as tight as an overstretched band. Vibrating under the stress. About to snap gloriously. He didn’t stop. He didn’t dare stop. She clung to him for dear life. She didn’t want him to stop. Not until… Oh Kami! Until… Oh Kami!! Unti—She screamed the most powerful orgasm of her fucking life! Brutal. Primal. He dug vicious bruises into her hot ass, slamming into her quivering pussy over and over and over. Roaring like a fiend! Feeling himself shoot hot streams of cum deep inside her. So fucking deep! He kept going until he fucking hurt to keep fucking her like this. She kept up with him though. Lasting just as long.

But he couldn’t stop now. If he did, the night would end before the alarm. If he did, it wouldn’t last forever!

He moved his hips, slipping out of her. He hissed at the pain it sent through his tip and shaft, searing him on the way out. He lifted himself up just enough to flip her over onto her stomach. She lay there. Exhausted and spent. Vegeta may be exhausted, but he was far from spent. He pounced on her prone form. He hands gripped the sheets on either side of her as he smashed his mouth onto her lower back. Kissing and licking the base of her spine. She cooed, barely able to writhe under the tingling feeling of his tongue on her skin. His mouth traveled up her spine. Tasting and sampling each vertebra. She moaned and shivered beneath him. Heat pooling in her core again. All at once she felt as if she couldn’t take anymore and she couldn’t get enough. The further he went up the middle of her back the more aroused she became. She wasn’t the only one. Fresh scent filled his nostrils, mixing with their old juices, and each whimper and shudder made his mouth water. Making him harder. He couldn’t get enough of her. He lapped up her sweat. Lapped up the salt from her skin. He gave her a kiss between her shoulder blades then nipped at her lovebite, she moaned, before kissing it lustily then sitting up on his knees. Her grabbed her round rump sitting so enticingly right in front of him. Like she was offering herself up to him. And who was he to reject or deny himself such an offering. From his Wife.

Vegeta massaged Bulma’s buttocks before sliding his hands along her wet skin to take hold of her ample hips. He lifted, she whined a little, but he got her hips up over her knees. He kept one hand on her hip to keep her steady and slipped the other to his stiff member. He slicked some of his precum over his weeping head. Gritting his teeth and hissing at it’s hypersensitivity. He held his tip out and rubbed it against her splayed entrance. Her hips bucked, her voice moaning, begging him to enter her. Her rubbed at her entrance a few more times then pressed himself in. She welcomed him gratefully, easily. Slowly, Vegeta pushed his hips forward until he was fully inside her. He felt her walls grip all around him, holding him deep inside her. Gods, she feels so good. He gripped her hips tightly and began fucking her again. Setting another hard and fast pace. She rose up on her hands, “Ha! Ha! Ha!”

He was mesmerized by the frantic bouncing of her teal-colored locks. Flashing him quick glimpses of the scar of her lovebite. He could almost envision by the slump of her shoulders the bouncing of her breasts. Suddenly he didn’t want to imagine anything. That time was coming sooner than he’d like, but for now he wanted the real thing.

Vegeta reached down and yanked back on her left elbow. She’d nearly slipped, but he yanked again on her forearm then wrist. She was reared up as he rode her hard. He gripped her wrist tightly and pinned it to the small of her back between them. She looked back at him, struggling to keep her self up. His eyes looked down over her trapped shoulder. Down at her flushed bouncing breasts… He licked his lips like a starving man shown a steak. Or rather a starving Saiyan Prince shown a single, ripe Strawberry. He growled deep and low in his chest. He kept her left arm pinned as he reached around her right arm. Pinning it as well. His fingertips caressed over the wet dome of her right breast. He massaged it. She yelled in his face, “Uhhnngh!”

Oh fuck, he cupped her breast… then fingered her strawberry. It was soft and stiff at the probing of his fingertip. He felt her pussy clench. He rolled his finger over her strawberry’s luscious tip.

“Uhhhnnngh!”

He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her pillow… rubbed it once, twice over her strawberry tip… then took it between his thumb and his forefinger and pinched.

“HA!!!” She screamed.

He rubbed and rolled her pert nipple between his fingers. Her hips bucked into him. He kept thrusting. Watching himself manipulate her tender nipple. Her body trembled. Legs weakening. But he kept her held up. Kept her body bouncing faster and faster off his thrusting pelvis. He listened to her body. The way she was screaming. The way her pussy had a death grip on his manhood even as he slipped in and out of her. From this angle he rubbed that special part inside of her perfectly. Relentlessly. Her nose nuzzled his cheek. He nearly came. She nuzzled it again. Kept nuzzling. He felt his balls clench again.

“Hn! Hn! Hn!” He groaned through clenched teeth.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” The tip of her nose rubbed into his cheek—

“HHHNNNNNGH!!!!” He came. Filling her pussy. His seed squirting from her wet folds. Dripping down his pulsating shaft. Oozing down her thighs. His hips slammed into her again and again. Prolonging his bliss. He buried his face in her curls. His cheeks burning with exertion. His whole body trembled. Suddenly she grabbed his thigh with her free hand… He felt her walls quake. He stopped his hips. Leant his forehead against the back of her shoulder. Grateful that her orgasm was milking him of the rest of his orgasm. She stopped moving. Panting. Flushed as her pussy quaked and his cock slowly stopped pulsing as it squirted more semen into her…

She basked in the warmth of his body. It always amazed her how much stamina he had, how much stamina he gave her just by being the only man she’d ever met that treated her like the only woman in the world. He always seemed to push himself to breaking for her, with her… He loves her and she loves him. They found adventure and excitement in each other on Namek. Then they found comfort in each other when her heart had been broken by someone else. Now she was his wife and they found solace in each other forever.

He released her wrist and slumped back on his heels. His arms hung by his sides, his hands palms up beside his shivering thighs, and his head bowed. He gasped for air, panting still. She collapsed forward and barely caught herself on her hands. Her sweat dripped off her onto the bedsheets. Temporarily darkening the bright pink color. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He hadn’t budged. Just sat there looking like a spent and broken man… but she knew he was far from it. She turned around to face him. He lifted his head to look at her; his cheeks deep red and his eyes nearly shut. Bulma crawled up to him… up onto his lap… Vegeta looked up into her blue eyes, still bright and beautiful and the most enchanting things he’d ever seen in the entire universe. She reached up and he felt the angel soft touch that he’d never experienced in entire tortured life until he’d met her. Her fingers warmed his cheeks as she leaned her forehead against his and breathed in his smell. Musk… sweat… spice that made her stomach tingle and butterfly… She slipped one hand into his hair… and took a handful of his unique flame at the back of his head. Enjoying the feel of his hair between her fingers. Coarse and soft at the same time… like him. She leaned in further and touched the tip of her nose to his then nuzzled him. Somehow he found it in himself to raise his hands to rest on her waist… then wrapped his arms around her. Holding her. Bulma tilted her head… and pressed her lips to Vegeta’s. The kiss was simple. No lusty fire… just a glow, like the halo of moonlight they found themselves and their bed bathed in. Like it had the night they conceived their child, the night they bonded together forever. Their kiss lasted as long as a breath. She kissed him again… then again. Slowly he leaned forward, making sure to keep his arms around her tiny waist. He laid them back on the warm sheets with control that he didn’t think he still had.

It was their respite without having to lose any time to something as frivolous as sleep. Spending all the time they could with each other before… He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply; he didn’t want to think about that, all he wanted to do right now was lay here in his bed and kiss his Wife. Relish in the softness of her lips… in the softness of her whole body in his arms… He kissed her back. Soft, sweet, and gentle. He was only ever this way with her. She was magic to him, for him. He loves her. He’s never loved anything except his homeworld, but she, his Bulma, she is his homeworld now.

His hands travelled along her sides… her hips… up her sides again… his fingers and palms mapping every curve of her body. The flex of every muscle just beneath that smooth porcelain skin. Her fingers threaded over and over through his thick, black, flame of hair… each caress sending thrills to his spine. He etched the feeling in his mind, never forgetting the way she made him feel. Her fingers left his hair… travelled down the back of his neck, fingered the lines of the scar she’d given him… his breathing shallowed, picked up; it was amazing… her delicate touch caressed along the lines of his shoulder blades… down his back. Nimble digits tracing the line of every scar that he’d rather forget about but life and anatomy refused to let him ever forget. Now he had something new to attribute to those scars, not the horrors of their stories but the bliss of her touch. He felt himself throb and ache between their bodies, growing with each caress. He tilted his head this way… and that… kissing her in every way possible and she did the same. Her hands cupped the middle of his back… sliding down… down… His hands slipped over her arms… sliding up… up… He cupped her shapely shoulders. Her fingers settled on his lower back… began moving inward. He knew to where. His penis knew where. Her breathing quickened, she knew where and what it would mean.

Silently, she began spreading her legs for him. She took her time with the motion. Knowing to let him commit to memory every touch… every sensation… Her fresh scent, their juices, tingling his nose. Making his mouth water in primal ways that he was sure went beyond what it meant to be a Saiyan but not beyond what it meant to be a man. His hands moved from her shoulders up into the fluffy curls that haloed her angelic face. He drove his fingers up through them… feeling the soft caress of every teal tendril… His thick fingertips found her scalp. He cupped her head, feeling thick locks matte between his palms and her head. Felt soft fingers trace scars angle down from the small of his back. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t known where her hands were going. Fingers traced the lines of his buttocks, riling him up, before cupping his buttocks. She moved his hips forward… his fingers curled and curled the closer his hips got to her heat… When he felt himself press at her entrance, he gripped handfuls of teal. He met no resistance as she guided him inside her. Gripping his cheeks tighter and tighter the further she brought him into her. He closed his eyes and just felt. Every succulent millimeter of her… her grip… his girth… his grip… the touch of the sheets beneath them. He was all the way in her, a perfect fit. He knew what to do. He eased his hips back, slipping out of her a little, then slipped back inside her. His movements were slow, testing, timid at first. He continued to absorb every sensation every moment. Felt each bead of sweat bloom on his skin and hers… each bead slink, stream, and trickle along rippling sinews and soft-moving porcelain… breathing patterns aligning with every gentle push. He bowed his head, the tip of his nose touching her chin. He inhaled deeply. Taking in everything. He picked up his movements. Bobbing their bodies up and down the mattress. Her plump breasts rose to press into his hard chest as her back arched with their slightly faster pace.

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” she moaned, her jaw slackening. Her own eyes closing slowly. She held him tight inside her. He absorbed new familiar sensations. He felt his tip weep crystal clear droplets inside her. “Aaaahhhh… Mmmmm… Hmmmmm…”

“Hhhnnnggghhhh,” he groaned, “Hhhhnnnnnggggghhhhh… Mmmmmmmm…” She was bliss, pure bliss. “Hhhhaaaaaaa… Aaaaahhhhhh…”

He moved faster in her. Making physical heat from the carnal heat. Manicured nails drew across his buttocks to his burning thighs over her own bobbing thighs to his knees nestled into rumpled folds of pink bed linens and fluffy mattress.

He shifted his knees a little bit farther apart, dropping himself down lower, and made one long circle with his hips. Her breath seized in her chest. Her back arched sharply. Nails digging into his knees. “Hah,” she gasped. She clamped down on him. “Ha,” he gasped. He couldn’t breathe. He made a circle again… felt her nipples pierce his chest, his cheeks flushed… Another circle… “Hhhhaaaaa!” She begged. “Hhhhaaaa.” He answered. Another circle. Another. He picked up speed again. The bed shifted with their movements. Rocking back and forth as well.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Her fingers hooked around his knees. Holding on. He picked up his pace.

Their bed creaked and rocked and thudded loudly against the wall. Circle after circle. He picked up his pace. Circle. Circle. Circle.

His balls tingled. Tensed. THUD. THUD. THUD. Circle. Circle. Circle.

“HA! HA! HA! HA!”

“AH! AH! AH! AH!”

His whole body felt more alive than he ever remembered. Only with her. He was only ever this alive when he was with her. He could feel, could tell that she was only ever satiated when she was with him. Only with him.

Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

“HA! HA! HA!”

“AH! AH! AH!”

They knew how to fulfill one another. Give each other everything they never had before.

His body burned with pleasure. Going white hot, almost numb. The base of his cock pinching tighter and tighter with every circular thrust. He was going to explode inside her. He wanted to explode inside her. Fill her with his cum so thoroughly that the excess squirted out around his shaft from the confines of her folds. He wanted to stain the sheets with cum. Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

“HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!!” Gods, Bulma!!! Oh Gods, BULMA!!!!

“AAHHHNNNN!! MMMMNNNNN!!” Vegeta!! Oh Fucking KAMI!!! VEGETA!!!!

Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.

The tension was unbearable. He wanted to break. To shatter inside her. He wanted her to come apart at the seams. Shatter into a million little pieces underneath him. His cock twitched. Twitched. I’m gonna… “HNN!! HNN!! HNN!!” Her thighs quivered against his. “AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!” I’m gonna… Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.

“HN!!! HN!!! HN!!!”

“AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!”

His fists in her hair shook…

Her hips moved. Writhing in the incredible pleasure. She was on the brink. Teetering on that edge. The more she moved the more excited he got. The more the tightness at the base of his manhood was nearly bringing him to tears. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so bad inside her. He wanted her to cum so fucking hard all over him!

Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.

Suddenly her hands shot to his lower back. Her fingers dug into his tail nub.

“HNNNGH!!!!!” He rammed into her. The bed giving an almighty CRACK! Against the wall! Thick spurts of semen squirted into her pussy. Her fingers rubbed deep and hard into his sensitive tail nub. He rammed again! “HNN!!!!” Again! “HNN!!!!!”

She gasped. Desperate as though she were taking more than she could handle. Overwhelmed. Her walls fluttered and fluttered. Ram! “HNGH!” Her fingers dug deeply into him. He strained to squirt all he could into her. Strained until she milked him dry. Strained until the quake of her pussy subsided. He bobbed his hips a few times. Giving her aftershocks. He worked his hips through pants until even those subsided.

They opened their eyes. He drank in the sight of her desperate sapphire eyes glowing in the moonlight. The apples of her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her curls matted to her hairline like a teal crown he’d bestowed upon her. Beads of sweat dotting her forehead and chin. He felt a drop of sweat slip along his jaw, build up on the tip of his chin, and drop down on her chin and snake down her delicate, bobbing throat. She’d never seen his cheeks so red. Never saw him look so rested, so at peace with what they’d done. Sweat made a sheen of water and moonlight over his face; highlighting the right side of his face so brightly. He wasn’t glaring at her or scowling at all. He looked like he was… in love with her. She held him tighter, pressing his lower back into her, not wanting to let him out of her. Not wanting to let him go.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

It was over. The spell was broken. It wasn’t just moonlight lighting their bodies. It was dawn. The sky was lightening outside her balcony. Taking away the moonlit night that had been their own private world. Taking their sanctuary away with the growing light. It was time.

He had to go.

* * *

Silence.

It was so unusually silent while they were getting dressed. His Woman was unusually quiet and he’d noticed that she wasn’t meeting his eyes either. He, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at her; committing every gloomy line to memory. He’d didn’t want to forget her or a single part of her… he…

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She froze with the shirt clearing her head and part of her shoulders. He watched her for a moment. The elegant line of her back… the smoothness of her skin… the—

She sniffed. Then sniffed again. Then her shoulders started shaking.

Silently Vegeta gave his glove a last tug then walked around the bed and stepped up right in front of her. She kept her head down, the fall of her hair hiding her eyes from him, but how tight her lips were pursed together was a dead giveaway. Vegeta reached out and slipped her other arm through the arm of her shirt then pulled it down over her torso. She kept holding back her sobs even as he felt her tears falling onto his gloved hands. He slipped the side of his finger underneath her chin, hooked, and gently drew her face up so he could see it.

Her eyes were closed. Squeezed tight, tears staining her cheeks with their trails, her lips quivering under the strain she was putting them under.

He tilted his head, leaned in, and kissed her. Suddenly her arms were around his neck. She kissed him hungrily. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist. He devoured her right back. Their breathes meshed loudly in their ears. She rolled her head. Kissing him deeper and deeper. He plunged his tongue into her depths. When they’d stolen the oxygen from each other’s lungs, their kiss broke with a gasp for air.

“I love you,” she breathed, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated over and over, breaking a little bit more each utterance… until she finally sobbed out loud in his arms.

Vegeta held her close. Cupping her head into the crook of his strong neck. He pressed his lips into her hair, kissing her head. He breathed in the scent of strawberry, sweat, sex, and himself. It was also the reason why he hadn’t bathed before putting on the Saiyan-like new armor and body suit, gloves and boots she’d given him as a parting gift. He smirked into her hair, along with a promise of more suits of armor to come so long as he kept coming back. Appealing to his warrior self and sense of Saiyan Pride to get him back here with her again and again no matter the distance away from her he went. She didn’t have to do that, he’d always return to her. But he knew why she did it. The pathetic weakling had abandoned her more than once. Promised to return to her only to end up laving her over and over. She was afraid that Vegeta would do the same. That he would get back out in the rest of the galaxy, rest of the universe, and not want to come back to her. He understood her fear. How many times had he talked about blowing up her planet before returning to the cosmos to dominate them as King? Now… now, it was different. He couldn’t care less about the cosmos. He didn’t want to be out in the cosmos… He wanted to be here with her. He wasn’t just coming back to fight the Androids. He was coming back to his Wife and their future child.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Judging by the timidness, it was, “Bulma, Vegeta, the ship’s ready whenever you are,” the Father.

The old man new it had to be him to come and get them. He was the only one, Vegeta was fairly certain now, that knew what it meant to leave his family for important work for an unknown amount of time. There was only one guarantee: he would come home to them. But that didn’t make leaving them in the first place any less painful.

Bulma sniffed as she pulled away from him, wiping her tears from her eyelashes.

“I’m sor-sorry. I-I messed up-up your new s-suit.” She kept sniffing.

“I want to smell like you for as long as possible.”

She finally looked up at him. Her eyes wide with shock. He took in those sapphire jewels the absolutely beguiled him every time he saw them. Then she smiled and began to laugh. His heart skipped beats at the beautiful sound, one of his private joys in life… that and her outrageous vulgarity during their lovemaking.

“So do I,” she giggled.

He smiled and took her hand in his. He brought it to his heart and held it there. Her smile died as she stared at their joined hands.

“I’m coming back. But first… I must go.”

She nodded. Turned. And led him by the hand to the door. He admired her bravery… she had more courage in this moment than he.

* * *

He wanted to curse the dawn. Stepping closer and closer to the ship, he wanted to curse the brightening skylight behind it. Every step carried him farther away from her even though he held her hand as she walked beside him.

He glared at the ship. He didn’t want to leave her, but… but… she… he scowled, she was right. If he stayed, he would be too distracted by his mate bearing his child to continue his training properly even more than it already was. He had to leave her. But not for long! He had no idea how he was going to handle the next three months. He’d… he’d be alone again. He looked at the ship, but wasn’t seeing it. All he could see was a small space pod. Himself reflected in it’s bulbous glass. Sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest. A scouter on his ear. The calm and easy look of knowing he was moving on to the next planet to be ‘cleared’ for resale. Yes, always Nappa and usually Radditz were in similar pods traveling beside his own, but still, he had been completely alone. His stomach clenched viciously. He gritted his teeth and forced the bile back down. Was he prepared to go back into that again?

As if she could read his mind, Bulma gave their joined hands a little squeeze. He felt the gentle low burn of her ki… and the bright spark of ki inside her that was their child. Yes, his jaw set as he stared down the ship, yes, he would go back to Hell for them.

He led past her unusually quiet parents to the bottom of the ship’s ramp. He turned to her, his Wife. But before he could even say a thing, her arms were around his neck again. Her body was trembling against his. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut as if that would somehow stop him from leaving as if doing that over and over would prevent any of all these bad things from happening. She just wanted some moment of peace where he would stay and they could be a happy little family and maybe an Earth wedding to go with their Saiyan one… And maybe another child. They had said that they both wanted more. But… the Androids. The Androids had to be dealt with first although, she’d never tell him, but what if they killed him? That Earth wedding would never happen. That second child would never happen. No, he needed this. He needed this to become a Super Saiyan. He needed this so that they could have all that. She hugged him tighter. She felt strong masculine arms, the same arms that had wrapped around her morning, noon, and night for weeks wrap around her once more… He’s shaking?! Why is he shaking? Is he—

“Bulma,” his voice was stern like she was used to, but shaky, which she wasn’t; it scared her, “If… If that stupid boy from the future screwed everything up and the Androids show up early, if they… if they show up before I’m back,” his voice cracked and he paused, taking the moment to compose himself. In the silence, she realized he was voicing his worst fear in all this. That he was making a huge mistake with disastrous consequences. Screwing up, losing everything he ever loved, that was the greatest things to ever grace his pathetic, fucked up life. That the Androids would show up. That she and the baby would… would… “If those stupid, fucking tin cans show up before I’m back,” he gritted, “your Father has a second ship. I want you to get your parents and that stupid cat and all your friends into that ship and go to New Namek. Do you understand me? You get everyone and go to New Namek.”

“Vegeta…”

He grabbed her arms and yanked her back so he could get a good look at her face. “Bulma, promise me.”

“Vegeta…”

“Promise me!” He screamed in her face.

She gaped. Terrified. She’d never seen him look so terrified. Not even when he sensed Frieza coming to Earth. This was… so important… “Yes, Vegeta. I promise.”

“All of them. Especially Dende and Popo. Without them, there’s no hope of getting the dragon balls back.”

She nodded. He’d said their names, their actual names. Oh Kami, he is fucking terrified to leave. She nodded more emphatically, “I will, Vegeta, I will.”

“When I enter the system, I will search for your ki. If I don’t sense it, I will meet you on New Namek.”

She nodded again. He had a plan. When did he come up with a plan?

Suddenly he cupped her cheek. He was so gentle. She reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb softly over his skin. He wanted to kiss, she wanted him to kiss her, but he knew if he did… He leaned in… then tilted his chin up… and pressed his lips to her forehead. She closed her eyes and took the feel on his lips on her skin, memorizing it, committing it to memory. He pulled away. Turned. And began walking up the ramp into the ship. As soon as the first bootstep, Bulma turned and began walking back to the house.

Vegeta surprised himself by reaching the top of the ramp. And surprised himself again by entering the ship. He didn’t surprise himself when he refused to look back and blindly shut the ships door behind him before he ever thought of turning around to face it. She, she and their child, were on the other side of this door. He held onto it’s locking mechanism for a long moment, numb to the hum of the ship waiting for his commands, numb to everything except the pain of realizing that he was leaving her, leaving them behind. He concentrated on her ki and found her just entering the house. Good, good Woman. She knew if he caught even a glimpse of her distress other than just sensing it through her ki that he would disembark this stupid vessel and return to her in an instant. She had to hide herself, had to. He locked the door. Sealing himself inside. He turned again and headed for the pilot’s seat and the vessel’s command controls.

He remembered the first time he’d seen this part of the ship. After she’d brought him to Earth as her houseguest. He smiled to himself, Vulgar woman. His smile shifted into a grin as he sat down. Oh, at first he’d promised not to do anything naughty to her, but now… he chuckled, naughty was all he did to her. Vegeta reached out and began plotting in destination coordinates, seeing as how the Father had already had the ship warming up. Vegeta frowned as his gloved fingers pressed buttons. He still wasn’t entirely sure where the Hell he was going. All he knew was that it wasn’t here. Well, he would at least begin by plotting a course that would get him out of the solar system. That would be a good start. Then… Then… His frowned deepened. Well, he’d get to the next step after completing the first. The coordinates were laid in. He sensed her in their room now. She was avoiding her balcony, avoiding that whole side of the room. Good Woman. He began the launch sequence.

“Launch sequence initiated.” Somehow, this time, he didn’t find the computer’s feminine voice comforting. “Launch in ten. Nine. Eight…”

Vegeta sat back in his chair. His whole boy was tense. It was unusual for him to be traveling without having to be in stasis. The first time he’d done this, trying to find Kakkarot after the fool survived but didn’t return to Earth, the going-without-stasis thing hadn’t bothered him at all. He found the whole situation freeing. It showed him that he really was free of Freiza. This time, he’d rather be in stasis.

“Four. Three. Two. One.”

The ship lifted up. Smoothly. Flawlessly. He smiled bitterly. That was her handiwork. She and her Father had made absolutely sure that everything about this vessel would be in perfect working condition for him. Better than working condition. She wouldn’t let him go unless it met her meticulous standards.

He watched her parents grow smaller… He watched the yard of Capsule Corp grow smaller… Capsule Corp grow smaller… the city grow smaller… the region… landmass… planet. He was away. Away from her for the first time since they had become mates. In minutes, the ship was approaching the system’s asteroid belt. The ship’s own defense protocols activated and it dodged and wove it’s way through easily. Again, another gift from her to him. The ship could travel and he could train. My Woman, he wished she were here with him but he’d never dare bring their child out into space unless he had to. If anyone, anyone, found out that he had an offspring and a mate, neither would be safe; he’d done too much under Freiza’s orders and just as much not under the lizard’s orders. He approached another planet. He kept silent. Then another. Then another. Another. And finally the last. He had done it. He was clear of the solar system. So what now?... Well, when he’d been searching for Kakkarot, he’d began by going to the nearest trading planet and asked questions at the landing areas about if any one had seen another Saiyan or had heard of one. Vegeta laid in the new coordinates. This time he wouldn’t be asking about another Saiyan. This time he’d be asking around for a good place to train. A good place to fight. To push him to the limits. Shouldn’t be too hard. There plenty of people who wanted to kill him. The more difficult matter would be finding the few who didn’t… And making them regret that decision—No, no, if he was to succeed in becoming the Legendary Super Saiyan, he couldn’t make enemies everywhere he went. He’d have to… He has to go beyond what he would normally do, how he would normally act. He had a mate now and a child on the way, picking a fight all the time would satisfy his own wants and needs but not theirs. No, no extra enemies. Extra informants. That was what he needed! Extra informants. Vegeta pushed a button and his ship sped away from his Wife’s system. He swallowed down yet another acidic threat of bile, What am I going to do tonight? How will I sleep without her?

* * *

She’d waited. Bulma’d waited. She returned to their room, broke out her laptop, brought up the program that tracked his ship as long as it was within range, and waited. The engines had roared, but nowhere near as loud as her heart in her own ears. He was leaving. The ground shook and for a moment she feared that it would give out beneath her; she certainly felt like her legs were going to. Bulma stared at the monitor, watching the tiny blip that was his ship reach all the necessary landmarks on its way out of the solar system. Each one twisting her heart a little then a little bit more. He was getting farther and farther away from her. Her eyes started to sting. She sniffed and still smelled their lovemaking filling the air. She grabbed her heart. He’d just past Neptune… No. Her eyes burned. Uranus. No. Pluto. No. No. The blip stalled for a moment… Her vision watered. Then it was gone. He was gone.

“NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!” Bulma dropped to her knees. Pitched forward. Her forehead hit her soft carpet and she sobbed. Wailing with grief. He was gone.

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The Little Mermaid And Her Human Prince | 6

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mermaid!au; angst, fantasy, fairy tale

Words: 2,4k

Warnings: Death, Monsters, Mentions of drawning

Summary: Your father, the king of the merfolk, has forbid you to come in contact with the humans. But as you see a ship with humans in need of help, you forget his rule and try to help. Unfortunately, you put yourself in danger and got saved by a beautiful human boy. Since the moment you lied your eyes on him, things have changed.

A/N: Tadaa~! Finally the 6th chapter! Sorry that it took so long to update this and that it’s a “small” chapter, but this is kinda like Filler chapter? But also very important! So I hope that you will enjoy it!

Also a big THANK YOU for 200 FOLLOWERS! WOW!!Like woah I am SO HAPPY!! Thank you!

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She was in love, deeply in love with him. She loved the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at her but he didn’t love her. For him she was just the younger sister of his love, Diana.

Siren was beautiful, her long black hair swirling in soft curls while her purple tail moved in the waves of the sea but Diana was golden, her blonde hair was glowing in the darkest spots of the sea, her blue tail representing the sky. And Diana loved her young prince Poseidon.

The young couple was loved by the merfolk, everyone wished them a good future with many beautiful children, everyone but Siren. She started to hate them to the point where she wanted to kill her own sister, her family.

Years after Siren got banned her heart sank into a deep dark ocean of hate. She started to hate everyone, the world and love. She build herself a kingdom of darkness and hate, also known as the ship cemetery. She wanted to destroy every living soul that would disturb her.

On a sunny day the royal family of the Rosas de Coral Kingdom has decided to celebrate the 3rd birthday of their youngest son - Prince Jungkook. The king and the queen invited every kingdom they could reach and went on one of their ships to celebrate on the sea, in peace.

It was wonderful, everyone had a good time, happy music was playing, people were dancing, children were playing and running around the ship, acting as if they were on a dangerous adventure.

But as the night came, wrapping the sky in darkness over the heads of the people on the ship, darkness was also wrapping the sea under the unknowingly people who were enjoying the fireworks in honor of the young prince.

As soon as the lights of the fireworks died out, Siren came out of the water clinging on the ship with her huge tentacles, rocking the ship from one side to another. No one knew what was happening, panic break out on the ship. The guests were trying to find a save place, screaming in fear of the monster, children tried to find their parents and guards tried to protect the king and his family.

“Where is Taehyung?” The queen, Taehyung’s mother screamed searching for her beloved son. He was right here, next to her. Jungkook was in the kings arms, holding him for dear life and searching for his other son who has suddenly disappeared. “Taehyung! Where are you! Taehyung!” The young mother screamed, tears scrolling down her rosy cheeks. She was scared for her son’s life. He was her everything and she would never apologize herself for letting him get hurt or even die.

It was like music for Siren, she loved the sounds of the screaming humans who she drags into the water to drown them without any guilt, the crying of the small humans, who had just lost their parents.

With a few moves and swifts Siren destroyed the ship to the point where the body of the started to get filled with water and started to sink.

“To the boats! Everyone get to the boats!” The king demanded, he took his queen on her hand and led her and Jungkook to one of the small rescue boats. “Come on, you go first!” But his queen didn’t want to go to the boats, not as long as she has found Taehyung.

“I won’t go until I found him!” She screamed before she took her long white dress in her hands and ran off to find her son, ignoring the screams from her husband and the cries of her youngest son. She screamed his name over and over again, but the screaming of the people who tried to run away from the sea witch. Finally the queen has found her son, who was trying to help and elder lady that has slipped and couldn’t stand up anymore.

“Taehyung get to the boat, what are you doing?!” She screamed, helping the lady up, a guard came by and helped as well.

“Mommy, I wanted to help!” He said looking up at his tear strained mother, her whole body was shaking and her hair a mess, but still the young prince has never seen any woman more beautiful than his own mother.

“Get to the boat, your father and brother are waiting.” She squeezed his small shoulder with her delicate hands. Taehyung nodded at his mother before he took her hand and went to the boat.

But his mother would never get to these boats.

Siren saw the beautiful woman, who was crying for his son and the way they interacted. She was disgusted by this and wanted to destroy them and their love.

She reached for the woman with her tentacle, pinned her waist and pulled her to the sea. The queen fell to the ground,a scream escaped her mouth.

“Mommy!” Taehyung held his mother’s arm as strong as he could with his tiny hands. “Mommy hold my hand! Don’t let go, please!” The sea witch’s grip around his mother’s body grew stronger and Taehyung and Jungkook’s mother knew that she wouldn’t escape this monster’s tentacles. She looked up her son, who was holding her with both his hands, teared eyes and a runny nose.

“Hey, don’t cry okay? Please take care of your father and brother…” She smiled at him “for me?” And then she let go of his hands. The last thing she could hear before she entered the dark of the sea was the scream of her son, who she has always believed that he will become a great king someday.

“Ugh …love. He, a human is in love with her, with the daughter of this damn King Poseidon!”

The ugly creature stared into her magic shell, messaging her growing migraine away. She got sick after seeing the way the young human prince spoke to and looked at you.

The sea witch turned away, pushing her long black hair to the side, her tentacles bringing her to the other side of her grotto.

“You have no right to speak about our King in that way!” A young boy screamed from behind grids.

“Young boy I suggest you to stay quiet before I make calamaris out of you!” The sea witch spits at the boy. “I have all the right to speak about this traitor after what he has done to me!”

The sea witch wanted revenge for what she has become 20 years ago, revenge for her life, revenge for her lost love, she wanted to end the Kingdom of King Poseidon or better his life. She wanted to hurt him in the most hurtful way and she is starting to find a way.

“So you are the friend of the princess, right?” She asked the boy while she was staring at a certain stone, glimmering in a pink tone, the light slowly dying. “Hmm I could wait a couple more days and wait until she dies-”

“Dies? Y//n won’t die! Never!” Hoseok screams at the creature before him, clinging on the grinds. He got captured by the sea witch and locked up. He tried everything to save you from the humans, but failed miserably.

“But see young boy. She has been a human for a couple of days.” She started to laugh evil, Hoseok didn’t understand where the problem was and why the sea witch was so excited about it, which she had noticed. “Oh you really don’t know? Let me explain! If a mermaid stays at land for more than three days, she will slowly die, she will get immense pain, sick and slowly falls into dust until nothing is left behind from her dear life.” Hoseoks face turns into horror hearing that you are in life danger. “ Isn’t that wonderful? The youngest daughter of the queen and king will die! And I don’t have to do anything, it will just happen! Or…”

The sea witch stops her evil speech to take out many plants and other things, the stone hanging around her neck.

“Maybe I could have some fun, maybe I could use your little friend to kill the whole damn family! Ah what a thought.” She turns around to face Hoseok with dark eyes and an ugly smirk before she starts to giggle and fulfill her desires.

Taehyung was sitting on his bed, reviewing the events that had happened that day. He felt awful for not telling you that he was engaged and he doesn’t know why. He felt stupid for that. But as he was thinking about the time you had spent together, he only saw your beautiful smile that you always had when you learned something new or when you were just looking up at him.

He let his hands wander through his long curls, he wanted to see you, he needed to see you and he decided that he will see you, now.

He made his way to your room and as he was standing in front of your door, he had to take a deep breath before he knocked. Then he waited for a few seconds, more seconds and knocked again but no answer. Strange, were you already sleeping? He wanted to knock again but decided to enter your room, only to ro find it empty.

Where were you?

You were on your way to the beach. You were sick of waiting for a wonder to happen, you needed to do something and find your stone as soon as possible. You can’t let your family and Hobi wait any longer, they must be worried sick and search for you everywhere. Besides you don’t fit in this world, you are a mermaid not a human. Your life is under the sea.

As you march to the beach, the smell of salt already forming in your nose your thoughts wander to Amanda. You don’t know this girl, or even knew that she was the fiancé of Taehyung. You weren’t mad or anything, it’s not like it’s your business but it made you remind you where your place actually was and you wanted to make sure that you go back to your place.

The beach was beautiful at the night, the moon was shining brightly on the water making it look mysterious. No one else beside you on this land knew the true beauty that hides under the surface of the water and you were proud of it, but you also wished that you could share it with someone. The humans should see something as beautiful as the ocean, but what would it cost for the merpeople. Will humans like the ones that had captured you harm your own people?

You took a step into the water, the waves crashing against your ankles. The cool water felt like magic on your feet, you felt how your strength grew, but only a bit. You let your gaze wander around when you found a cliff to the right of the castle. Maybe if you jump from there, you could swim back to where you lost your stone and search for it. For you, in that moment you couldn’t find any other solution.

You reached the cliff, leaned over the edge to see how high you actually were. Doubts started to grow in your stomach, but what else should you do? You were about to jump into the water but you heard someone calling for you.

“Y/n!”

You looked around to search for the familiar voice, your mind racing trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.

“Hobi?!”

“Down here!” You looked down to the water and he was really there. Down in the sea was Hobi waving at you with a bright smile. A smile had also formed on your face and without any hesitation you jumped down into the water.

But you didn’t know how humans swim. You pushed your legs and arms around, but you couldn’t move like you were used to it. Also you couldn’t find Hoseok, where was he? You tried to shout for him, but as soon as you opened your mouth water began to fill your lungs. What was happening?

You started to panic, moving around to find Hoseok but it was too dark to see something. You wanted to swam up to get air again, but your heavy dress dragged you down and tangled around your legs. From one second to another the world around you grew darker and darker and you slowly lost your consciousness, before that you felt someone grabbing you and dragging you out of the water.

Taehyung had searched everywhere in the castle. Jungkook and the other people had noticed his worried expression on his face and after they got told that you went missing they started to search you too. Amanda couldn’t understand why everyone was searching for some random girl and wished for her servants to not mind that one girl who went missing.

Taehyung was helplessly standing in your room, his heart was racing and he started to be scared for you. He didn’t wanted you to get hurt.

Standing in the middle of your room he tried to find any evidence to help you to find, but there was nothing.

He only could sit on your bed and stare out the window on the ocean. The sub started to raise slowly on the horizon. He was searching through the whole night for you and he didn’t even realize that.

A couple of more minutes Later Taehyung was still on your bed, resting his tired body before it finally hit him. The ocean!

His long legs carried him as fast as they could to the beach, he could hear the waves breaking on the cliffs near the castle. He finally reached the beach and his eyes focused on a small figure lying on the sand, it was you. Taehyung hurried to your side screaming for you praying to the dear gods that you would react but there was no reaction coming from you.

You were completely soaked, sand sticking everywhere, even on your face. Taehyung checked if you were still breathing and thank god you were. He cleaned your face from all the sand before he took you in his arms and carry you back to the safe castle, but a shining object captured his attention. It was a stone in a rose color, the color was similar to the color of your tail. It must be your stone that you had lost days ago.

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iridulcentdays · 8 years

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[RusAme] Veritas

Guess who asked for this? No one. Guess who gets it–you guys. A short drabble because I am avoiding packing right now.

RusAme- Rated: T- Spy AU

Alfred’s wrists were screaming against the metal cuffs by the time his captives decided to move on in the interrogation.

“Alright,” said the woman sitting by the end of the metal gurney Alfred was strapped to. She looked bored, and minus a few stay blonde hairs and the slightest smudge of her cherry red lipstick, it would have been hard to recognize she was getting impatient. “I thought Americans never shut up.” She pressed at a bruise on the lower end of his shin and Alfred glared at her. “Maybe we should have taken the Russian.”

“I hate to break it to you,” her partner said, a wall of a man who looked like he owned a cross fit gym or two. He ran his hand through black hair before he drummed his fingers next to Alfred’s head. It was giving him a migraine, the way the vibrations carried up his spine and rand in his ears. “But if this kid isn’t talking, there’s no fucking way ice king would.”

“Original,” Alfred muttered under his breath. Either his captors didn’t hear him or didn’t care that he was still snarking. He tongued at one of his front teeth, which felt loose to him. The dried blood below his nose was itchy and driving him crazy.

“Why don’t we try something different before you break his jaw,” she offered, and walked out of Alfred’s sight. Alfred flexed his arms again to see if he could get out of the cuffs holding him down. He couldn’t.

“Why not,” the man offered. Alfred thought his name was David for some reason. He wasn’t really sure. After the second punch to the head his thoughts had grown a bit fuzzy. Man, Ivan was going to kill him for getting caught again, he thought. Although this time it wasn’t even his fault. Could he really be blamed for getting caught when getting away meant a bullet in the head of a kid? “You want to give it to him?”

Alfred’s body stiffened when he felt the sharp piercing of a needle into his thigh.

He tried to pull himself away, and felt her dig her fingers into the upper part of his thigh through his pants, nails digging in as she calmly administered the drug. Alfred swore, and received a slap for it. He blinked, focusing on a patch of water stains in the ceiling as his vision wavered.

“I thought I said no foul language,” she chastised and pulled her fingers back to check her nails with a frown. “You made me chip my thumb.”

“Sorry,” Alfred huffed. “A real inconvenience.” He knew he was going to get it again, but he couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He clenched his teeth as she gripped his sprained ankle and squeezed. His heartbeat pulsed behind his eyes.

“Calm down,” David said, sitting on the edge of the table. He had an apple and carved it apart with a thin red penknife. As he popped a slice into his mouth he asked, “How’s it going kid?”

“Fine,” Alfred snapped. “Better if you loosened these handcuffs a bit.”

David raised a brow a shrugged. “Sorry. Can’t do that.” David leaned in as though about to share a secret. “You’d wiggle out too easily,”

“At least it’d be a fair fight,” Alfred said. He turned his eyes back to the water patch. It kind of looked like a rabbit. “Actually, I forgot, it wouldn’t. Obviously you’re such a fucking coward or you wouldn’t hold a six year old hostage.”

“But see I must have done something right,” David said, tapping Alfred’s exposed stomach with the cold blade of the knife. His shirt had rucked up in his struggles. “I’m not strapped to the table, am I?” He smirked and took another slice of the apple, crunching on it obnoxiously. “Now I’m going to come back in about 10 minutes, and I want you to think real hard about your partner, because we’re real curious about him.”

Alfred said nothing and David shrugged. He hopped off and left Alfred alone. Alfred stared at the rabbit looking stain, blinked when it looked like it moved. Fuck. This wasn’t good.

He chattered when he was nervous. About stupid inconsequential stuff that usually got at Ivan’s nerves halfway through a mission. But being strapped to a table and pumped full of drugs for questioning? Well he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Oddly, he’d never been stuck quite like this before.

So Alfred tried stuffing down everything he knew about Ivan. How he had two ‘sisters’ who had taught him how to cook and how to kill a man with a single hit to the back of the head. How he loved sunflowers, but never bought them for himself. He pushed down the memories of what Ivan looked like: staring down the burning barrel of a gun, waking up in a cool purple morning with the constellations trapped in his eyes, reading a map in the middle of a snowy forest with snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes. The rabbit started to turn its head towards him.

Why did they want to know about him anyway? Does it matter why? The rabbit asked.

What the fuck was in that syringe?

“Oh, just a pinch here a dash of that,” Came David’s voice from left of his head. Alfred, startled by the sudden teleportation, jumped as well as he could being tied down to the table. His wrist welled blood from cutting into the cuffs. “Lucky you don’t seem to be allergic to anything.”

“Real lucky,” Alfred agreed dryly. Damn. He hoped Ivan would get here soon.

“We do too,” the woman said. Alfred raised his head a bit, could see her standing next to a metal tray. Metal trays were never good. Alfred bit down on his tongue to make sure he wasn’t talking without realizing it.

“What’s your partner’s full name?” she asked, tapping her fingers along his bare forearm.

Alfred kept quiet, but the answers ran though his brain. Held up on the answer, repeating: IVAN BRAGINSKY. IVAN BRAGINSKY. IVA–

“Give him a minute or two more, Lexi,” David said. Oh. That was her name. “It’s only been 10 minutes. We might need to give him more.” Oh, well, Alfred hoped not. His heart was racing as it was. He felt flushed, like he had a fever, and the rabbit was twitching in the ceiling above.

But then again, he sure did feel good right now. His wrists didn’t hurt. His jaw didn’t hurt. But everything was getting too bright and his eyes and head hurt. Christ where was that son of a bitch? Was he still in Poland–

“Poland?” Lexi asked.

“Fuck,” Alfred said. “Shit, no. Where am I again?”

“Greece,” she supplied.

Okay, so, no. Braginsky was just taking his fucking sweet time. He definitely hadn’t left him in Poland. “Do you think that looks like a rabbit?” Alfred asked, still looking at the water stain. The rabbit was cleaning it’s paws right now which would look adorable if it were real.

“Sure,” David said.

“Huh.” Alfred said. He was as high as a kite, wasn’t he?

“Yes,” David said, and Alfred could feel his hand press along the outside of his thigh were a pulsing bruise had mellowed out to a murmur. “Now, what is your partner’s name?”

 “Ivan?” Alfred asked. He frowned when he saw the rabbit turn to him. It frowned. How the fuck did a rabbit look grumpy?

“Ivan what?” Lexi pressed.

“I dunno,” Alfred said. Because he had doubts. Sure, he and Ivan were pretty close, but Alfred wondered if Braginsky was really his last name. It didn’t seem very Russian. Wouldn’t it be spelled B-R-A-G-I-N-S-K-I? Or was that Polish? And shouldn’t he have a middle name or something? Like Ivanovich?

“Sandwich,” Alfred snorted. That rhymed. Ivan Sandwich Braginski. No wonder he never said his real name.

“You gave him too much,” Lexi accused. Alfred felt David’s fingers press hard into the wound and he let out a strangled whimper. Immediately it dulled when David pulled his hand away and Alfred sighed.

David walked further into Alfred’s line of sight. “Why don’t you tell us something about Ivan?”

“He can hit a target at 200 yards with a pistol.” Alfred said. That had been thrilling to watch at the practice range. “And he really likes pirozhki, but they’re literally stuffed bread? Like I just don’t get it. It’s like a hamburger calzone.” The place smells like wet cement. His hair is plastered to his head from a wound and it itches.

“How long have you worked with him?”

Alfred chewed on his lip in thought. “A year now, I think. He thinks I’m too young. I wonder if that’s why he doesn’t like me.” The rabbit was running around in circles. It started to give him a headache.

“You don’t get along?”

“No we do, but,” Alfred sighed. He could feel phantom fingers running through his hair. His mother used to do that. But he could now smell cedar. Ivan always smelled like cedar or juniper somehow. “I mean, I just don’t know why he doesn’t.” Alfred’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“Where do you work?”

“Everywhere,” Alfred said. He and Ivan had been set all over Europe at this point. Notably there was the mission in Buenos Aires that had somehow wedged something between them. Alfred had thought they were getting along perfectly, and then he had taken a shot to the back and blacked out, and after that when he woke up in the hospital, Ivan wouldn’t talk to him. Still hadn’t talked to him. Not really. “Ivan really wants to go back to Russia though, so I always try and see if we can work there. I’d like to meet his ‘sisters’.”

“How many sisters does he have?”

“Two,” Alfred raised his head and colors swan dived around the room. His head fell back down with a heavy thump. The rabbit began to clean its paws, disinterested in the events below.

“Does he have any other family?”

“He doesn’t have a family. They’re all dead.” Not that they’d ever talked about that. It had been in his personnel file that Alfred had stolen to read when he first learned they’d been assigned to each other. Not that he could complain. He’d never said anything about his family either.

“I thought you just said he had two sisters?” Lexi walked closer to the table and something wobbled through his brain, a diminished whisper of warning. That he should keep his mouth shut. His heart was beating against his chest. Painful. Eyes hurt from the light.

“They died,” Alfred repeated. Held onto the truth by a quickly unraveling thread.

“Give him more,” Lexi snapped.

 “His heart rate is already too high.” David walked around to the metal tray Lexi was standing at. He picked up another syringe. Alfred’s breath hitched.

“Ah, I can see you don’t want another injection,” Lexi said softly. Her icy fingers trailed across Alfred’s cheek gently. Revulsion rolled though his gut. Lexi grabbed his chin hard. “So start talking.”

Alfred bit down on his tongue and tasted copper. He flexed his hand against the cuff and the dried blood cracked and itched. Alfred blinked as he watched the rabbit bound around the ceiling dizzyingly, looking as through it was being chased by a furious fox. He tensed as he felt the needle back in his leg.

“Lexi,” David snapped.

“It’s a half dose,” Lexi said. Alfred listened to something clatter against the metal tray. He shut his eyes. “It shouldn’t kill him.”

Alfred felt warm. Far too warm. The silence of the room drummed in his ears with each heartbeat and his breathing quickened as the drug took effect. He panted shallowly, looked up to the ceiling. Colors ebbed and swirled around, too vivid. He swallowed, mouth too dry. Fingers twitched. Tapped out useless messages against the board he was held to.

“Now,” David said after what felt like only a second. But he had been standing at the other side of the room before. Now he was suddenly here. Alfred stared at him in confusion. “Tell us about your partner.”

“Ivan is going to kill you,” Alfred said with certainty. Maybe after killing Alfred for getting caught. His partner really didn’t like people who hurt Alfred. And Alfred destroyed people who hurt Ivan. Insurance, Ivan had told him when Alfred had been musing to himself if it was love. “You won’t even know what hit you. He’s so fast and strong, and christ, does he have amazing forearms like,” Alfred exhaled slowly. He felt fuzzy. Sort of good. But bad. Like he had guzzled too many drinks and his stomach was sea sick but the rest of him felt cloudy and warm and great. “Damn. He could probably rip a tree apart.” The rabbit was gone but he could hear a voice talking to him in his ear. Stay clam. I’m almost there.

“He knows six languages, and can get by in two more. He can open safes faster than me, but he doesn’t like using explosives. He likes tea, but no sugar. He hates super sugary things.” Alfred swallowed again. His mouth was too dry. The room still smelled like mold and rust. He smelled like gun oil and wood smoke and something like cedar and something not. The first time Alfred had met him at his house the air had been thick with bacon and onions and mushrooms and his breath had smelled briny.

“And his eyes,” Alfred continued. “Amazing.” He thought of the sea at sunset, of the amber city lights brushing blue storm clouds. Violet eyes, the color of the shadows to the wall that never revealed his thoughts. Are you okay? Alfred shut his eyes, felt dumb pain roll down his shin as Lexi pressed down, angry with his answers. He moaned. There was a growl like thunder.

“What the hell? This is all nonsense,” David said.

“Do you love him?” Lexi asked.

Alfred laughed and his lip split painfully. “Yeah.”

Silence reined. “We could use him as bait for the other, he might be more useful. He might talk at threat of torture of this lovesick idiot”

Anger welled up in Alfred’s gut, so tight and horrid it made it hard to speak. “If you touch him I’ll rip your throat out. I’ll kill you.”

“Not much you can do tied to a table,” David said and turned back to Lexi.

“I’ll kill you,” Alfred repeated. The world wobbled around him, a tilted carousel of lights and sounds and colors. I’m almost there. Just hold on. His lungs hurt. His whole body twitched, muscles seizing painfully.

“He’ll be more useful,” Lexi said.

“He won’t come,” Alfred slurred. His throat ached. Everything ached. Another growl. “I love him, but he hates me. You don’t come back for people you hate.” What are you talking about.

I don’t hate you. Have I ever left you behind. “He won’t come. He’ll finish the mission without me.”

“What was your mission?” Lexi asked, eyes sparkling at the new possible information.

“Infiltrate your organization and then remove all of your sources of financing so your business would topple and your backers would finish you off. But then you got into human trafficking and we had to make sure there was no way your were coming back from any of this.” Alfred looked at Lexi and smiled “Unfortunately Marcus wasn’t fully on our side. He helped us get in, but he tipped you off, which is how you found out about us.” Alfred turned his head and looked to the darker side of the room. Or was it that one of his eyes was loosing it’s vision? There was a gray film over everything. “Ivan was smarter. Did his own thing,” Alfred mumbled under his breath.

“When I found out what Marcus did, you found me on my way out. I woulda made it too, but you’re a real piece of shit that uses kids as shields.” Lexi grabbed his knee, fingernails digging viciously under his kneecap. Nerve pain flared hot and bright until it fell away, pulled out to sea by the drugs.

“You’ll pay for that,” Lexi snarled.

Stop making them mad. “I’m sure,” Alfred said. He hiccuped a laugh. “But truth is, you’re not gonna get him to say anything, even if he was coming back for me.”

“We should cut our losses and go,” David said. He tossed a knife to Lexi.

“What so now you want to kill him?”

“That knife looks sharp,” Alfred commented to no one. What knife.

“We should go to ground. We know enough.”

“We don’t know anything!” Lexi snapped. “He’s said useless shit this whole time!”

“Lexi, just slit his throat and let’s go.”

“Slitting the throat’s pretty messy,” Alfred said. It usually hit an artery and that shit went everywhere. Arterial spray did not fuck around. Do not tell them how to kill you. “Just like, a good hit to the liver will get the job done pretty quick.” Stop talking. “Brachial Vein’s a good one too. But the artery’s next to it, so ya gotta make it precise.”

I’m outside. Don’t move. Do not let them kill you.

“Two shots to the head’s the best way, really. One, they might live,” Alfred shut his eyes. “But two?” he scoffed, “Ain’t coming back from that.”

There was a crash and two cracks of a gun. Deafening. Alfred winced and listened to a dull thud. The metal tray crashed to the floor. Foot steps stalked closer. Two more shots, spaced out and final. Gloved fingers touched his chin, warm and familiar. Alfred blinked, watching as Ivan pulled his gloves off with his teeth, putting his fingers along his pulse. “Hi gorgeous,” Alfred said.

“Your pupils are dilated.” Ivan said. He pulled back, putting the gloves back on and pulled out a set of lock picks from his pants. “And your pulse is too fast.”

“What are you doing here?” Alfred asked, watching Ivan quickly pick the locks.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?” Ivan asked quietly. His accent was thicker and Alfred could tell he was upset, even in a drugged haze.

“Yeah,” Alfred said. “You don’t like me. You’ve been mad at me since last mission. It’s why we split up.”

“No,” Ivan corrected, opening one of the locks. Tacky blood pulled at the skin and Alfred winced. Ivan slowed his motions, being far more gentle than before. “That is not why we split up.”

“Yeah it was. Me n’ Marcus, you by yourself.”

“Alfred,” Ivan muttered, “I needed to be able to open the safe without Marcus watching me. That’s why you took over watching him.”

“Oh. Alfred said. He watched Ivan as he focused on opening the lock on his other hand, face close. Lips close. “I want to kiss you, “Alfred said sadly.

Ivan��s fingers faltered. He looked up, and Alfred was fully caught in his eyes. Red crested his cheek as he looked down. “Later,” Ivan muttered. The lock opened and Ivan gingerly freed Alfred’s wrist. His thumb trailed parallel to the wound.

“Later?” Alfred asked in confusion. Ivan helped him sit up. The world spun and Alfred leaned over, vomiting away from Ivan. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“It is okay,” Ivan said. He moved on to Alfred’s feet. Alfred watched silently, fingers clenched on the fabric over his thigh.

“Later will be too late,” Alfred said.

“Why?” Ivan asked, moving to the last lock.

“I won’t be able to tell you that I love you.” hot tears of frustration welled up. Ivan watched him in confusion. “That I want to kiss you and hold you and f–“ he stopped when Ivan’s hand rested on his leg.

“Don’t tell me things you don’t mean,” Ivan said. He pulled his hand away and the silence felt cold in the room.

“I do mean it,” Alfred said, voice hitched with emotion.

“No,” Ivan said finishing with the last lock. “You don’t. You are not yourself at this moment. You are drugged.”

Alfred moved his legs over the side of the table and stared at the concrete floor. “I do mean it. I’m just scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you don’t like me.” His voice fell, small. Fragile.

Ivan watched him and Alfred’s face felt hot. “Tell me,” he finally said and Alfred looked up. “When the drug’s gone. Be brave and tell me. See what my answer is.”

“Okay,” Alfred said. Ivan helped him up, and Alfred could barely stand. “Where’d the rabbit go?” he mumbled, head lolling in exhaustion.

“There’s no rabbit,” Ivan said, shifting Alfred’s weight to better carry him.

“Mmhm. But it left and I heard you instead.”

“That’s the radio in your ear,” Ivan said simply.

“Oh.”

“Come,” Ivan moved them forwards to the door. Alfred didn’t look at Lexi and David’s bodies. Ivan was warm against him and Alfred shivered. He smelled like gun oil and sweat. “Let us go and get you help.”

“Okay.”

#rusame #rusame spy au #tw: drugs #tw: violence #tw: blood #iridulcentwritings

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angrypainedblogger · 7 years

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This is the stupid and pointless rant I can’t put anywhere else

I have a chronic illness, and I don’t feel like being upbeat all the time. I don’t want to read some happy go lucky article that either gives really weak self help tips or is just another “i’m trying to be upbeat but you can clearly read that I’m not getting anywhere with my own illness” post. I’m so tired of all of that. And I can’t go anywhere else because my parents or my boyfriend will see and get offended, like they’re not doing anything to help me. Not everyone can do everything to help me. I can’t talk about being sick without being a downer, and sometimes I need to be one. I’m currently ignoring my homework because my head has hurt since I woke up at 3pm, and so has my back and wrist. Plus the work I have to do it design work in photoshop, so it’s not like that’s going to help the headache, the backache or the wrist pain. Sitting in computer chairs is the worst, and regardless of brightness the screens just suck. And everything makes me angry.

I hate my house so much right now. It’s filled with junk because no one, not even me, can get rid of enough stuff to make a difference. We’re moving, but that’s in a year. And even then I’ll probably still feel stupid. I’m 23 and living at home. I’m worried that even when I am done with school, it won’t make enough of a difference and I won’t be able to get a job in my field, and then I’ll just be a loser working jobs I hate until I get fired because I’m calling in too much because I’m in too much pain to do normal jobs. I can’t even stand all day without aching everywhere.

I’m in counseling but it doesn’t help enough. I feel like I have so much complaining to do, and an hour every two weeks isn’t enough. Now it’s 45 minutes because of insurance. And since I complain the whole session, we don’t even do any guided meditation or the stuff that’s supposed to “help” me. I guess I suck at counseling, too.

I’m just tired cause I’m on like my 9th year of college, cause I did some dual enrollment stuff during high school, and I’m so close to being done but last semester really wiped me out. I already have a business degree, but I’m pursuing one in illustration. I have to see doctors every month and I feel like I’m never gonna be able to hold a real job. And then all of these teachers just keep lumping on more work, like I even care right now. It’s like they never take into account the fact that we have other classes and real lives. They all say it at the beginning of the semester lecture, but none of them actual account for it, except for a few really nice ones. I can’t handle the idea of not doing something though. Not going to school for a semester sounds like forever, since I’m almost done and I take the summers off. And when I work I’m trying to make money, because I spend too much of it like an idiot. I think sometimes I think stuff will make me feel better though, when in the end it just makes the house messier and I get more frustrated.

How stupid is that? I guess I’m living like I’m independent without my own actual space. I know I have a lot of stuff, but I don’t think I have as much stuff as some people, so I don’t want to get rid of a ton of it, but there’s no room in my house for it. But the problem is, it isn’t my house. It’s my parents house. And my mom wants me out of here. She wants my brother out, too, and she’s terrible at being accommodating. I know I cause problems with her because I’m too stubborn and I don’t back off when I should sometimes, but she’s so lazy. She doesn’t do anything but watch tv. Whenever she does something it’s because my dad forces her too. What is up with that? How can you be content just sitting like a blob, doing nothing? I do it sometimes, but she does it all the time. At a certain point you have to just stop, because it’s pathetic.

This is why I have this new blog, unattached to everything. I don’t want my mom to see that because I don’t believe she’s a terrible person, even though that makes it sound like I do. I know she does stuff for me. But she’s incredibly stubborn, and is a bitch at times. I can’t say how many times she’s asked me how she can help me with my problems, like the pain issues I have, and literally no one can do anything. The only things I ask her to help with are things like cleaning up around the house, which she doesn’t do. At all. And the other thing is calling my doctors and the insurance, to help with making appointments and finding out information I need to know. She just won’t do it. When I ask her to sometimes she’ll almost ask why I can’t do it. I do everything else, why can’t you take fifteen minutes a week and call people? I ended up taking over the doctor’s appointments things because she’d never do it.

And I don’t need anyone telling me “you’re 23 do it yourself.” The whole point is she’s supposed to be helping me. I can obviously do it myself, since I’m doing it. But I want someone else to because it takes all my time and energy just to do school right now. I used to clean the whole house too, when she wouldn’t do a freaking thing, but I can’t so much now that I’ve got problems with my wrist. I can’t say anything to her though. She gets offended, won’t listen to me, and acts like I’m a 4 year old criticizing her for things I don’t understand when I’m 23 and I’m doing the things I’m criticizing her for not doing. It’s so frustrating and I want to scream at her. Which is the most 4 year old reaction I have in this situation, but even then I don’t scream at her cause it’s pointless and I always have a headache now.

And my brother is a moron. He can’t do anything. He literally never does the dishes, never cleans up after himself, his room looks like a pit, and he’s acting like a failure. And he thinks all this stuff about himself but won’t listen when my family tells him we don’t believe he’s actually like this as a person. He used to clean, his room used to be mostly spotless, he used to do more. But he fell into lazy habits and is too lazy and afraid to start doing anything again. But I can’t say anything because I don’t know how to say something without hurting his feelings, so I just don’t say anything. It’s not even worth it because he won’t listen to me ever. The only person my mom and brother listen to is my dad. And then they bitch about it.

I feel sorry for my dad. My mom acts like an idiot, says she’s acting like an idiot and needs to change, and then doesn’t. My brother does the same thing. And I’m stuck in a situation where I need help, I ask for help, and no one helps me. I’m having so many frustrated, angry, hopeless feelings, and I told my dad and he told me to suck it up cause he’s doing all he can to make a real difference and I just need to be patient. Except I think the problem is I don’t get to be honest with anyone and see it make a difference, so it all stays bottled up inside and is eating away at the peaceful parts of my brain. It’s gonna leave a fury infested zombie in its wake.

I think this has helped a little. Which is the goal of a badly named secret blog like this. I need it to go somewhere, and I can’t yell at the people who are infuriating me because I know it’s unfair. There are certain things that were never answered for in my childhood/teen years that I think I’ll never get to deal with because my family is too much of a big baby to deal with it at the moment, and I’m not ready to let go of it yet because I don’t feel like I was ever thanked or apologized to for it, and at 23 I’m not worrying about letting it go. I can’t force myself to do it. It’ll happen when i’m ready to do it. But for right now, I’m frustrated because the same things are happening and I haven’t seen any changes. Top that with daily migraines and back pain and cramps and mood issues from the chronic migraines and whatever this other piece of crap illness is, and I can’t control how I feel.

Not as much as I need to, at least. So I’m avoiding. I want to do yoga. I’m starting to make smoothies. I’m hiding in my room when I don’t want to approach anyone. These may not be the best tactics, but they’re the only things that are working for me right now. I’ll just hide in my room and work on projects until summer is here, and then I’ll also hide in the garage and work on projects until next year when we will finally move to a new house and I have been promised a guest house to renovate and take for my own. I’m gonna try and negotiate for a guest house and a MIL suite so that if my grandma needs to move in sooner, which is what the guest house is for long term, she can and I can still have my peace.

Is anyone ever on so many meds they don’t want to take more? I don’t want to take more for my unexplained anger, and partial anxiety. I’ve been on something since I was 14. I can’t even math but that’s like 9 years now? Now I take 15 pills a day for various supplements and vitamins and migraine preventatives and what have you. Plus an ass shot every 3 months that is much fun for my butt cheek. It can get sore enough that I can limp for a couple of days. But even with this I still have daily migraines, ongoing womanhood problems, and my knee and wrist have been killing me. An old injury plus carpal tunnel running in the family? What a great mix for the coldest winter in forever. I’m gonna get more meds, for my joints, my head, my entire body, and it will all do nothing. And I’ll have to swallow 15 more pills to feel....exactly the same. The vitamins are at least doing something. I’ve had a piercing that healed, got injured, then didn’t heal for at least a year that is now actually doing fine. The skin is still getting stuck to it but showering helps clean up daily gunk and it doesn’t look like an open wound for the first time in forever, and it doesn’t hurt every time I touch it. I never took it out because I didn’t want to get a cyst from an open infection closing over.

This is like the dumbest stuff that I don’t get to talk to anyone about. Except my boyfriend, but I complain to him literally all the time and I want that to stop, so hopefully I can manage that sometime soon. Maybe if I get to keep up with this lame blog/journal it’ll make a difference. Also, I’m getting the weirdest smell just sitting at my computer chair, but I literally cannot tell what it’s coming from. Isn’t that so annoying?

I’m sitting at my computer desk, freezing to death. I have a tiny space heater but I swear the cold leeches in through the walls, and breezes in through the windows. It’s like it was built before they knew what insulation was. Which is possible but I don’t think that’s true. I can literally feel wind coming in through my windows. I am also wearing a tank top though, and I’m too tired/exhausted/lazy to grab my sweater from off the floor. I’ll get there soon. My head hurts so much. I’m barely into my homework and it’s due at 11:59pm (9:09pm and counting rn). I could go into some useless rant about myself and how useless I am, but literally everyone else does this with their homework so I think I can give myself a break. Not if I turn it in late though!

I have a 4.0. I want to keep it. No one else cares that I have a 4.0, except for some random teachers. It’s like other students get offended that I have it, and try to act like it’s not a big deal when they don’t have one. If it’s not a big deal then why don’t you have one? Riddle me that. I think the answer is it’s not really that special, but it means I have more dedication to getting that grade than they do. And I never brag about it, so it annoys the bejeezus out of me that everybody is such a dick about it. I don’t think I’m better than my friends because of it, but I do think I work harder at school because of it. They’re fine with openly admitting that I’m not better than them, but won’t even admit that I work harder at school. I’m not even saying they don’t work hard at anything! I know some of them work harder at home, and their own projects outside of school, and their actual job. I even say that when it comes up, but it still turns into “insult angrypainedblogger” time. What a joke.

People say I’m humble, and I think I am because I care too much what everyone thinks. I don’t even actually care what they think, but I honestly get so tired of being attacked by everyone everyday for the things that I do that I just don’t bring stuff up because I’ve learned if you don’t talk about it, they won’t talk about it, which means they won’t insult you because they feel like crappy people when you point out you got accolades they didn’t. I hate that whole circular way of thinking. It’s dumb.

My head still hurts and I’m tracing a photoshop path. It’s not the best thing in the world, but it’s something I’m good at. I enjoy it in my own way, but the headache makes it slightly terrible. I want more hot tea, but the more I drink the more I have to pee. Badly. It’s quite annoying, and I don’t think anything I do will help this issue. I need to finish this project soon though cause it’s 9:33 pm now, and I still wanted to make smoothies tonight, for breakfast. I’m gonna put them in mason jars and freeze them. When I did this with ziploc plastic containers I could just move them from the freezer to the fridge the night before, and when I woke up I’d have a nice smoothie, with the perfect consistency. I like smoothies.

I’m literally listening to my mom eating ice cream and yelling at the tv, like it can hear her, instead of doing something. Again, this wouldn’t be so frustrating if she would just do something. Ever. But she spends all her time watching tv. And eating. There’s so much she could be doing, yet here we are.

I hate that pop is demonized by everyone now. Yes it’s empty calories, so much sugar, bleh bleh bleh. I like drinking it. I don’t want to drink 3 cans a day, but I like it. It tastes good. I like the feeling of the carbonation on my tongue. And drinking seltzer water, or whatever you happen to call it, tastes like vomit. It doesn’t give me the same feeling when what I would like to do is immediately spit it out of my mouth because it tastes god awful. There’s a reason pop has so much sugar.

I’d like to start doing yoga, but I find it difficult to find the time where people won’t bother me. Does anyone have this problem? I get the feeling if my parents heard any noise coming from my room when the door is closed they would immediately annoy me. “What are you doing?” do you really need to know? I’m not gonna be making drugs in my bedroom. It’s not very practical. And it’s not like I’d be making noises loud enough for them to be concerned. They’re just nosy.

Why do people make it hard and embarrassing to start something that’s good for yourself? I get met with scrutiny and scorn. Smoothies, healthy diet choices, counseling, yoga. Everything. I long for the day I can start doing something, and have no one ask what I’m doing in order to then attack what I’m doing. I bet even if I move from my parents into a guest house or whatever with the BF, he will just ask what I’m doing because he just wants to know. What a novel idea.

Can I get into petty things that annoy me? Of course I can, it’s my blog. My mother (and brother sometimes) blow their nose SO loudly. And constantly. Like every 30 seconds. They’ll do it for like 15 minutes at a time. This is petty because clearly something in their nose is bothering them, but my goodness I want to throttle them when they do it. You can hear it everywhere in the house. Everywhere. Which is more of a testament to how thin the walls are than how loud that noise is.

And my mom sneezes so loudly. She obnoxiously says ACHOO every time, whole body works type deal. I can understand needing to sneeze as well, but we all know it’s not an involuntary reflex to scream ACHOOOOOO at the top of your lungs whenever you sneeze. And it sounds violent, too. Not a cartoon character ‘achoo’, but a loud, shrieky ATCH-OOOO. So petty, such unnecessary frustrations, but I can’t stop them.

Whenever I do enough art work I end up getting this really sharp pain in the middle of my shoulder blades, right underneath my neck. I’m assuming I’m crouching too much, but I don’t know how to not crouch. It’s an issue. Also, it’s 11:03 so I need to get a workin’.

It is now 12:24, and I turned in my assignment late. I’m really hoping he understands, since it was only by like 20 minutes, and he is a nice teacher, but the truth is I get anxious about this stuff really easily, even when I tell people I’m not worried. I’m sure he’ll give me the full points, since he won’t even get to it for another few days, but if he asks I’ll probably tell him about the headache I’ve had all day. Which naproxen did not help at all.

Either way the teacher is a really nice guy, and I don’t think he’ll actually make a big deal out of 20 minutes. He’ll just appreciate that I did the assignment thoroughly. I’m good at coming up with excuses though, even though I don’t want to be. I don’t like making excuses, I’m just good at coming up with them.

My mom managed to hurt herself again. I can’t explain how often she stubs her toe, or bangs her elbow, and reacts so badly to it. It’s another petty pet peeve of mine, but she’s such a crybaby. Like, do you really have to scream because you got splattered with hot oil? I want to scream at you for never being able to be a normal volume, and yet I don’t because I realize it’s stupid.

At this point I have to get up in 7 hours and I’m tired anyway, so I’m going to stop this very long winded rant. Hopefully no one I know finds out about this secret blog, because clearly it’s not saying nice things about everyone, but just in case I’m going to leave names and stuff out. I don’t know if I’m looking for the validation of even some random stranger on the internet reading my feelings. I like the attention, like anyone, but I feel like this is all more about saying everything I can’t say because of the repercussions. I don’t actually want to hurt my family’s feelings, but I’m going crazy because I never get time away from them. If you can try to, random internet stranger, understand my frustrations, at least for a second. If you want to you should even share your own in my ask box. At least then we can be angry together.

#chronic illness #pain #anger #frustration #venting #hopefully this will let me heal some #but i doubt it #chronic pain #migraine #chronic migraine

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