Embarrassed by the one I love.

As I was falling, I heard a crash. Then I was snapped from the air. An angry voice growled, “Don’t you ever do that again! Do you hear me?!”
I looked up into Gohan’s scowling face and smiled. “Why, it’s the Great Saiyaman to save the day.”
His lips twitched and, even though he fought it, he smiled. Then he shook his head. “Don’t try and distract me, Story.”
“Try?”
He let out a chuckle. “Story!” He landed, set me on my feet and looked stern again. “Story, I mean it, don’t you ever—“
Before he could finish his words, I launched myself into his arms. “Thanks, hero.” I could hear his heartbeat again.
For just a second, he stiffened. Then, slowly, he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. “What am I to do with you?”
I had a thought. An evil, mischievous thought. I let that mischievousness fill my eyes and backed away slowly.
The moment he saw my eyes, a wary amusement seeped into his eyes. “What are you planning?”
“Scheming, more like.”
Half a smile on his face now, he said, “Okay, what are you scheming?” I started to say something, but before I could, Gohan looked up, his eyes went wide and he tackled me to the ground, at the same time as throwing a powerful ki-blast. He landed atop me, glaring at something behind us.
I looked around and found Mochai grappling with Goten, trying to reach me. I pushed Gohan off me. “Leave him alone!”
Mochai ignored me. I guess he had his hands full, fighting now with both Gohan and Goten. Gohan, though glorious in the fight, wasn’t getting through Mochai’s defense. That shocked me. I mean, Gohan’s Ultimate form’s power was 450,000,000. (Seriously, look it up, it is.) And he was having problems with Mochai—a lot of problems! Mochai grabbed Gohan and Goten, each in a separate hand and they couldn’t get loose. “Hah! Now what are you going to do?!”
“Story, run!” Gohan gasped out.
“Not without you two!” I looked around, trying to figure out what to do. God, what could I do? When I looked back at Mochai and hadn’t thought of anything, I was frantic.
He was going to kill them, and there was nothing I could do!
With that thought, I felt something move inside me. Something feral and hot, something that burnt as it moved through my veins, through my body. I felt like I was literally on fire. It hurt like hell. I tried to scream through my dry throat, but it was inaudible.
Mochai dropped Goten and Gohan, turning to stare, wide-eyed, at me. His mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear him.
In fact, Gohan said something that I couldn’t hear either.
That should’ve worried me. That should’ve scared me.
But I was in too much pain for that. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t seem to move—and my eyesight was going in and out, in and out. Then, suddenly, the pain stopped and my eyesight was back—with a vengeance. I could see better than I ever could before. I could see Mochai’s pulse in the side of his throat, could see the vibration of Gohan’s chest as his heart beat—hell, I could hear his and Goten’s hearts beating. I could see every detail in their faces—Goten had a small dimple at the side of his mouth and Gohan had a small scar under his bottom lip. I didn’t know that.
I turned, slowly, my eyes to Mochai. I could smell his fear, his caution. He knew what was going on. I wish I did. My back was wet and hurt badly—as though it had been split in half. I could smell a sweet, magnolia-y smell, could hear the dripping of some kind of liquid behind me, but I ignored all of that—except for one sweet, spicy smell that assaulted my senses. I followed that smell with my eyes and found it came from Gohan. The smell that came from him was a mix of spicy and sweetness, like spices and honeysuckle mixed together. The smell was mouthwatering. My eyes kept moving to the pulse at the side of his neck that beat rapidly. A sound, a smell, a vibration of the air made me turn and stare at Mochai.
He’d been turning to leave, but he stopped when he saw me staring at him.
The smell that came from him was a bitter smell, like sulfur and ashes. It made my nose wrinkle in disgust, but I fought the smell as I walked to him. I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I moved and I used that, wrapped it around my body and pulled it inside me, making it my power. I felt the powers of everyone around me, felt their energies, and used it. There was something missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was that was missing, and I didn’t care. Vaguely, I felt some part of me brushing the ground and it was painful, but I ignored it. It must’ve been my imagination. What would be brushing the ground?
Gohan made a small sound, low in his throat, that made me turn to look at him He was on his feet now, staring at me with a look that was part shock, part amusement, part something else. There was a heat to his eyes that made me almost want to blush.
But I was beyond blushing and turning my attention to him made me notice a second, thicker scent that came from him. A musky scent that added to the already-spicy-sweet smell that clung to him that made it even harder to turn my gaze away from him and back to Mochai.
Mochai was still staring at me, but now his wings were flicking, as though he wanted to get away.
I wasn’t going to allow that. Part of me thought, “Why am I doing this? I’m making myself seem a fool!” The other part of me, the dominant part, didn’t care. It was the dominant part that made me stretch out my hands, one atop the other, fingers between each other, and, with arms almost straight, but with a slight bend, aim at Mochai. I felt something hot, something that made my palm tingle with heat and power, form in the palm of my hand. My hands separated, spreading wide, and the same thing formed in my other hand. Dimly, I noticed a small, thin, silver strand connecting my hands, but I was beyond that. At the tip of each of my fingers, I felt miniature versions of the same thing form.
Mochai’s eyes widened and his eyes flashed between my hands. He spoke again, but I heard nothing.
I raised my hands slowly, each finger twitching slightly. My elbow was bent at the level of my breasts and stretched across my breasts. My other elbow was bent and level with my waist, stretched across my waist. I felt each part of my body twitch, each part of my hands burn and I brought my arms out and away from my body, flinging ten small ki-blasts and two palm-sized ki-blasts at Mochai. I spun, arms and hands already returning to that position, and repeated it three times, then I brought my arms above my head, palms flat and pointed at the already-darkening sky, and felt that energy wash over me, felt it reach out and touch me, and I reached out and pulled it to me.
Mochai, still blocking against my previous attacks that were still plaguing him, managed to peak out from between his arms and his mouth fell open.
It didn’t take long before I felt scorching heat against my palms and I used my entire body weight to throw that at Mochai. The dominant part of me wasn’t surprised at how large that giant ball of fire and gas was. It wasn’t surprised at how similar to a star it was. But the rest of me was. “Star Crush!”
He barely missed my attack and, eyes huge and terrified, he sent one look at me and sped off.
My eyes felt heavy the moment he was gone. The pain in my back returned a hundredfold and my legs wouldn’t support me anymore.
But that was okay. Gohan was there, his arms catching me, his heart soothing me. He held me up in his arms, bridal style, against his heart.
The musky, spicy smell assaulted my senses and I was filled with an overwhelming need. I worked my way up until I was staring at that pulsing beat that called to me. I started to bite down, but stopped midway when a set of hollow teeth fell from my mouth—my top set, a pair of dentures. I reached in with a finger and felt my top row of teeth. Needle-sharp. I wrestled the bottom set out and found more needle-sharp teeth there. Again, the dominant part wasn’t shocked, but the other part was. Now that I was free of the hindrance of those fake teeth, I opened my mouth wide over that pulse and bit down, hard, until I tasted that spicy-sweet liquid beneath.
He stiffened, gasped. Then he sighed, letting all the air out of his body. One of his hands fisted in my hair, holding me against him, while the other kept me secured against his chest. He bounced me up higher, high enough that he was able to lock his mouth around my throat, too. I felt sharp teeth bite into the sensitive flesh, felt him lapping up my blood as I did his.
A small sound made me pull away from Gohan, crimson blood clinging to my chin and lips.
Goten stared at me, eyes wide, a similar heat to his eyes. There was a musk coming from him, the same one that had come from Gohan. Under that was the flamboyant smell of something burning, like fire. The musk added to that smell.
Gohan pulled back, used his hand in my hair to pull my mouth back to his and pressed his mouth to mine. The sweet taste of my blood mingled with the spicy-sweet of his and something changed. His power rose in challenge to mine, rose dangerously high.
That dominant part of me recognized and accepted his challenge, rising as high as his did. His power rose and mine rose with it, matching him pace for pace.
Until every ounce of his power was released, all 450,000,000 of it. His muscles tightened, expanded, as he held me and he never let the kiss break.
My power rose to its limit, but couldn’t match the extremity of his powers and gave in slightly to his, twining around it, clinging to it.
His power thrust into mine, rolling inside my power as his mouth fed at mine, as our throats swallowed the other's blood. It was then I think we both realized we were still bleeding each other.
My power wrapped around him, covering his like a glove, tightening, until every inch of my power, stretched as far as it could go, covered every inch of his.
I felt his power grow past it former limitations, but he didn’t change forms. He stayed the same. I felt his power increase and I wondered dimly if the show had lied about his power limit. Once more his power rolled, encased in mine, and my power completely surrendered. At that moment, I knew what it meant to be completely at someone’s mercy, to be dominated by someone completely.
To belong to someone.
But that was okay.
Because all of this was a dream.