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Enough Time	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Enough Time

By Sefiru

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Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually

Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst

Disclaimer: I don�t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.

Starlight_dragon: I never got why
so many writers make Gohan a dork just because he�s a
scholar (hey, I resemble that remark!). The royal guards
thing is referring to the fact that these soldiers were mostly for show and not
much use in a real fight, unlike Bardock�s crew.

kit-kit: yup. And vice versa.
^^

pun_xy: c�mon, expand your horizons ^^. Honestly I
don�t much like het material either, but my muse
demanded a girl in this case. Two girls actually. Good
news: there�s only one het-lemon in the story. Bad
news: it�s this chapter. (or is that the other way
around?) �

In this chapter: lemons. Nuff
said.

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Chapter 11: Get A Room

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�� The name of the
hotel was Turtle Inn. When Mirai and Shiso reached the lobby, there was no sign of Videl and Gohan; nor was there
any living attendant, just a vending machine-like wall display. Mirai stuck his credit card (civilization was great) in the
slot, Shiso pressed the picture of a room, and a line
of flashing lights appeared on the floor. Shiso led
the way to their room; Mirai was not paying attention
to much except her waving tail. It was a really nice tail. Long
and silky. It was a luscious sable that picked up silver highlights from
the overhead lamps as it looped and � he nearly ran into her without noticing
that she�d stopped. She giggled. �This one�s ours.�

�� Lead on,� he
growled. The room Shiso had chosen had a jungle
theme, complete with bamboo furniture, foam �ruins� and polyester palm leaves
festooning the ceiling. That had to be a bitch to dust. He scooped up Shiso� and tossed her onto the bed, then
leapt after her. She yanked his head down for a kiss. Since Mirai
had never tasted a female Saiyan before, the sweet
spice made him go quite out of his head. He tangled his tongue with hers,
seeking more of her unique flavor, while his hands groped for the clasp of her
halter.

�� Suddenly she
flipped them over so that she was straddling his hips. �Is this what you want?�
She undid the halter and opened it out, revealing an expanse of � oh, yeah � �You�re drooling, Mirai.�

�� You�re
delicious.�

�� She giggled
again and twined her tail around his. Holy
crap! He bucked so hard that Shiso was tipped
sideways onto the bed. Taking the chance to sit up, he peeled off his jacket
and threw it over a stuffed parrot on the far wall. He wanted to stroke her, to
fondle her, to� lick,
nibble, scratch � feed her? Must be my
instincts talking. But the idea was oddly compelling. He jumped off the bed
to look for the minibar.

�� Hey! Where are
you going?�

�� Just a second.�
He found it behind a wicker panel. He looked over the options: fried chicken? Wrong mood. Chocolate mousse? Maybe. Jungle Surprise? Sounds dodgy. Hmm, Lover�s Feast. That was a capsule with a picture of a
large platter of canap�s. Yes. He
grabbed the capsule and brought it back to the bed. Shiso
sat up to watch him. �What�s that?�

�� He opened the
capsule. �Hungry?�

�� Ooh, yeah.� She
lay back on her elbows as he picked out a beef-and-vegetable roll and held it
to her lips. She snapped it up and reached out for a cheese pastry. He licked
it off her fingers. A purr rumbled through his chest; he chose a strawberry and
held it in his teeth to offer it to her. They rolled across the bed, eating,
purring, and discarding the rest of their clothes. Shiso�s
female smell wafted up to Mirai�s nose; he growled as
he pulled off her shorts.

�� Rrr. Tasty.�

�� What are you
waiting for?� With that invitation he bent down to lick up her musky juice.
Nothing ever tasted so good. Much better than human girls � he ran his tongue
through her folds to collect every drop. She wriggled and squirmed under him, �Aaaaahoooooo � hey, get your ass over here.� He obligingly
swung his body around so that his hips were over her face. A hot wet mouth
close over his cock, and he lost track of the next several minutes. Mmmm, nice.

�� Both of them
were startled out of their pleasurable haze by a massive surge of ki close by. Shiso asked, �What
the hell was that?�

�� Gohan.� Mirai
turned around to face her.

�� What was he
doing?�

�� This.� He
flared into Super Saiyan. Her tail fluffed out.

�� Hot damn! Lay it on me!� She ground her hips up into his.

�� You talked me
into it.� Mirai lined up his cock and sank into her,
grunting at her heat. He drew back and thrust in again; Shiso
moaned. He ran his hands over her skin as he moved in her, knowing his ki would tingle madly. He felt her inner muscles ripple.
Then she wrapped her tail around his again and he lost whatever wits he had
left. He roared, pounded into her, made the bed shake with his efforts; it was
not much longer until he exploded. Shiso roared and
shuddered under him as she came as well. He rolled off her and dropped his
transformation. �Did I scorch the bedspread?�

�� Nah.� She idly fingered his hair. �So does this mean we�re
going steady?�

�� Sure, why not.�

�� Wanna do that again?�

�� Uuuuugh. Gimme a minute.�

�� They did not get
much sleep that night. After a shared shower the next morning they gathered up
their clothes to head home. �Breakfast?� Mirai offered.

�� Thanks. And something to drink.� Shiso was
trying to get her boots back on; she gave up, stuffed them in her bag, and took
a bottle of juice from him. �Oh yeah, I want the bird.�

�� What will the
management think of that?�

�� It has a price
tag.�

�� Oh. Ok.� Shiso tucked the stuffed parrot under her arm, and they
walked out. Mirai considered. She wasn�t just the
sexiest thing on two feet, she was clever, perceptive, and could focus on a
goal � him � without getting distracted by minor obstacles. She had skills she
was interested in and proud of. She�d managed to get Videl�s
help � and Videl was no pushover either. And she
liked to dance. And play video games. A smirk tugged at the corner of his
mouth.

�� What are you
thinking about?�

�� Nothing. Let�s go.�

***

No more het lemons, promise. I�m
as traumatized as you are, I�m sure. ^^

Next chapter: Gohan has to deal
with the consequences of their night out.
- 10
- 11
- 12
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