In the Wake of Hate\'s Wings

Yah, like I own dbz, you\'re funny! *whap with mallet*

Heylo? How\'d you like the last chapter eh? Pretty with the spiffiness!... anyways. I think I\'m going to make this an ongoing sort of deal. I\'ve got some good ideas and maybe all of it won\'t be lemon, but a good portion will be! I may even put some other characters in somewhere along the line... *ponders* so anyways, here\'s the story!
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On the Wings of hatred: Chapter 2
When Juuhachi awoke in the morning she felt nothing beside her where the saiyajin had fallen ep tep the night before... she thanked kami, hoping that maybe it had all been a dream. As she sat up a cool reality hit her, as her eyes fell across the room, things were slightly out of place... the first was the fact that she was completely naked. The second that her clothes were spread across the floor of her room torn, the third was that the bed sheets were a mess. Dried blood and cum all over them, she winced, and then quickly threw on some clothing.
Juuhachi didn\'t bother to put up her hair or even try to fix it; she tore the soiled sheets from her bed. She quickly bundled them up and then opened the door of her room. Juunana wasn\'t anywhere to be seen, and as she crept through the house, she took a peek out the window; his car wasn\'t there either. That was a good sign, she thought, at least he wasn\'t dead. Juuhachi quickly made her way to the laundry room and threw the sheets into the washing machine
A frown spread across her face as she walked to the kitchen and got her self a muffin and a glass of orange juice, she didn\'t really need to eat, it just seemed, normal to her. After her breakfast she walked slowly to the bathroom, stripping off the clothes she had put on. She sighed as she got in the shower. She felt sore all over, but wonderful at the same time. As she let the droplets of water roll over her pale skin she closed her eyes and imagined his touch again. Rough and animalistic, but still holding a hint of tenderness, \"no, he\'s my enemy, I can\'t let that stop me from being able to fight him\", she told herself.
After a long shower, she stepped out, wrapping a white towel around her body, Juuhachi slowly moved to the mirror the tile feeling very cold on her feet. She brushed out her perfect corn silk colored hair her gray-blue eyes staring at her reflection in the mirror. She frowned, \"how could I let this happen?\" was the only thing that crossed her mind.
\"Juu-chan?\" a voice called from the hall, she recognized it immediately as her brother, Juunana.
\"In here, Niisan\", the word meant \'older brother\' though he really wasn\'t any older than she was. He just acted like he was, always more confidant, teasing her constantly. For all she knew she was a year or two older than he, but her life before becoming jinzouningen was like a dream, though not one you could remember. Certain aspects were there, most important things weren\'t.
\"Juu-chan, I thought he had killed you...I heard you scream last night. I\'m so sorry Imouto; he disabled me...\" said Juunana coming into the bathroom door.
It was the first time in her memory that her brother had actually worried about her. Or at least that\'s what it seemed like he was doing.
\"Don\'t worry, I\'m a little scratched up, but I\'m fine\" she was thankful for a moment that the saiyajin had been rather rough with her, she could feel her brother\'s eyes scrutinizing her back for injury.
\"I\'m fine!\" she insisted, then 17 grunted, turned with a little shrug and a mutter to himself and walked back to the living room.
\"That, was far too close\" she whispered to herself. She probably should have told her brother what had happened, who was closer to her than him? Nobody.
*That evening*
Juuhachi and her brother landed outside their small home, it wasn\'t anything like one expected two killer androids to live in. Pretty, it was one story. The house had white walls with a small rock garden in the front yard. The driveway housed two of Juunana\'s cars; the others were in the garage. He had always liked cars. As far back as Juuhachi\'s memory could stretch, maybe he had liked them before, too.
During the day, Juuhachi couldn\'t manage to get her saiyajin... lover? Out of her mind. Was he or wasn\'t he? She couldn\'t manage to decide, should she hate him for nearly raping her, or should she... something else. The day was spent out, not too much in the way of killing but, then again, there wasn\'t much left to kill. More than 3/4 of the earth\'s population, gone, because of her and Juunanagou. Her brother had nearly attacked a small group of humans huddled together, begging for their lives.
Any other time, she would have argued with him over who would kill which ones, but all she could wonder, was if any of those women clinging to the men, ever felt as confused as she did. \"What the hell am I thinking\" she muttered to herself as she watched Juunana prepare to destroy them.
\"Juu-kun, let them be.\" She said in a not-to-be-argued-with tone of voice. With a little shrug, her dark haired brother left the humans and settled for taking their car. Everything he did that it caused some sort of reaction in Juuhachi\'s mind making her eyes roll.
As they walked into their house, Juuhachi almost immediately sensed something. Her brother, who didn\'t seem to notice kicked off his shoes and flopped on the couch, turning the TV on extra loud. Juuhachi walked to her bedroom.
There, sitting on her bed was a man, his back was to her, but she knew who it was. He didn\'t have his sword with him, but he didn\'t need that to kill.
\"Trunks-kun?\" she asked, not really believing that she could use that tone of voice. Still slightly bewildered, she made her way into the room, closing the door behind her and muffling the sounds of the television.
He tilted his head up to the side; \"Juuhachigou...\" was the response. She slowly made her way over to her bed, sliding onto it and looking very closely at the back of his neck. He was wearing a high necked shirt... she had bitten him a few times... she certainly had reminders of last night, not to mention the soreness...
\"Juuhachi, I... umm... have you been, heh, umm\" he studdered... was he nervous or something?
\"Yes?\" she asked, slightly cocking her head to the side a little bit.
He turned to face her, those blue eyes so much deeper than her own. He took a deep breath, nodded to himself then said, \"Juuhachigou, I haven\'t been able to get you out of my mind. I know I\'m supposed to hate you, and you\'re supposed to hate me, but somehow, I need you.\" He said, his shoulders slumped as if he had a great weight lifted from them.
She blinked a little bit... \'was that... what I thought it was?\' She thought to herself...

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Onward!

Sorry about the shortness, i got a little unmotivated!