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(A/N: If you're a fan of lemons, then you're gonna love this chapter. After having practiced my writing skills at them throughout this story, I decided to really put them to the test, so be prepared for one long intense scene. This chapter might actually push the rating on this story from 'M' to 'E'. But just for this chapter. Just be prepared for a pretty graphic scene. As the title points out, 18 becomes very jealous, and it's going to have interesting results.)
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Chapter 42: Jealous Android
Ever since the fight with Bojack and his followers, 18 had been behaving strangely. She was moody and snappy at times, and had become very possessive of him, something he wasn’t sure how to react to.
One day, after he finished training, he entered the kitchen to get a drink. As he filled his glass, he caught 18 staring at him strangely again. At his confused look, she turned her nose to him and left the room.
Bulma was in the kitchen as well when this happened. Having nowhere else to turn, Trunks asked her about 18’s behavior, hoping that, being a woman, she was able to pick up on things that he didn’t.
Bulma thought about it for a moment. “I can’t be sure exactly, but it seems like she’s jealous.”
Trunks stared at his mother in disbelief. 18 was jealous? Of what? He couldn’t think of any reason she would have to be jealous. Was it his new Super Saiyan Three power? Was she jealous of how strong he became?
No, that couldn’t be it. He’d always been stronger than her, and she never seemed to envy his strength, not even when he received a power boost from Old Kai. So it couldn’t be that. But he honestly couldn’t think of anything else that would make her jealous.
He gave up on trying to figure it out on his own. “What does she have to be jealous about?” he asked, and began drinking his glass of water.
A knowing grin appeared on Bulma’s face. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s about a boy.” Shocked by her words, Trunks ending up spitting a mouthful of water across the kitchen. Bulma looked down at the pudding before glaring at her son. “You better clean that up.”
Trunks wiped his mouth. “I will, but what are you talking about?”
Bulma shrugged. “All the signs are there. She’s most likely met a boy she likes, but he’s taken, or has someone else pursuing him.”
Trunks stared at her in disbelief. 18 was getting jealous over a boy? But the only one she had ever taken an interest in was him. He didn’t have anyone he was interested in, and as far as he knew, there wasn’t anyone that had their eye on him.
Still, it made sense, and it would explain her possessiveness of him. But he still couldn’t figure out why she would be jealous.
‘I wish there was a book that explained girls’ behaviors. It’s too hard to figure out.’
He decided to watch 18 closely after speaking to his mother. And as the days went by, he began to notice things that would point out that she was jealous. Not only was she possessive of him, but she was suspicious as well, always wanting to know where he was going and who he was going to be with. It was almost as if she expected him to meet up with another woman behind her back.
‘But why?’ he wondered for the thousandth time. ‘There are no other girls in my life.’ Launch and Chi-Chi suddenly came to mind. ‘At least none that I would get involved with. So what’s her problem?’
He got his answer two weeks after their fight with Bojack. He reached out with his senses to feel for Zangya. He detected her somewhere on Earth, but she wasn’t causing any trouble. And as far as he could tell, hadn’t done anything since the defeat of her companions.
“Zangya’s not causing any trouble.” He commented to 18. “Hopefully she’ll keep behaving.”
A look of hostility appeared in 18’s eyes. “You’ve met up with her? When? Why?”
Trunks gave her a confused look. “Met up with…? No, I’m just sensing her to see if she behaving. You can sense her too. She’s in that direction.”
Deciding to do just that, 18 felt for the alien. She was far away from here in an isolated spot away from anyone.
Crossing her arms, she turned away. “Fine, just keep away from her.”
Trunks’ confusion increased. “What are you talking about?”
18 glared at him. “I don’t want you hanging around that woman.”
“I haven’t seen her since the last time we fought. What’s your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem!”
Getting up, she stormed out of the room. Trunks let her go, having no idea what that had been about.
A few hours later, he entered the training room and found 18 there. She merely glanced at him and then went back to training. Trunks’ eyes narrowed at her. Fine, if she wanted to ignore him, he would just ignore her in return.
But after about a half hour into his training, 18 finally spoke to him. “Do you think she’s pretty?”
Trunks turned to her in surprise. “What? Is who pretty?”
“Zangya!” 18 snapped. “Do you think she’s pretty?”
Truthfully, Trunks had never considered it. He’d viewed Zangya as an enemy, nothing more. But now that 18 pointed it out, he did realize that she was indeed quite beautiful.
“Yeah, I guess she’s good looking.” He said. “Why?”
For some reason, 18 didn’t seem to like his answer. “No reason.” Another minute passed before she spoke again. “Do you think she’s prettier than me?”
Again Trunks was surprised. He’d never made a comparison. But both Zangya and 18 were pretty in their own way, though he didn’t react to the alien as he did to 18.
“What are you getting at?” he asked.
“Just answer the damn question!”
As Trunks stared at her completely bewildered, what his mother told him five days ago suddenly came back to him.
“I can’t be sure exactly, but it seems like she’s jealous.”
The pieces began falling into place, and Trunks was stunned into silence. Was the person that 18 was jealous of Zangya? He supposed it made sense since her strange behavior had started after their fight with Bojack. It also explained why she got so upset when he brought the alien up earlier today.
“18…” he asked, “are you… jealous?”
18 fired a blast of energy at him that he was quick to avoid. “I AM NOT JEALOUS!!!” She returned to her training, becoming much more aggressive.
But Trunks wasn’t willing to let this go. “18-”
“And so what if I am!” she snapped. “I noticed how pretty she is, and I’m sure you have too. How could you not?”
“18!” he said loudly. “Just listen to yourself. You’re talking crazy talk. I have no interest in Zangya whatsoever.”
She pointed at him accusingly. “You admitted that she’s pretty!”
“What does that have to do with anything? Looks aren’t everything. It’s not like I’m going to go out and screw every girl I find attractive.”
“Ah ha! So you did think about it!”
“It never even crossed my mind until you brought it up! And the only thing I’m thinking about it is how the hell you got this crazy idea in your head.”
They stared each other down. Trunks had no idea why he felt like he needed to explain himself when 18 was just being paranoid, but for some reason, he wanted to reassure the android that he didn’t have any interest in Zangya; never had, never would.
18 knew she was being silly, but she couldn’t help but be jealous. Especially when they were at this point in their relationship. She felt like the two of them were on the verge of truly getting together, and then this other woman shows up that Trunks seemed to have a soft spot for.
Unable to hold back any longer, she voiced her inner thoughts. “Why’d you give her special treatment?”
Trunks was once was once again surprised. “What special treatment?”
“Why’d you spare her?” 18 clarified. “It didn’t matter who we faced in the past, you never showed them any mercy.” She began counting off the people they faced. “Cell, Luud, Cooler, Broly, Rilldo, Baby, Janemba, Bojack, Bujin, Bido, Kogu, you took them all out. But you let her go. She could hurt more people. She was so bad that the kais themselves sealed her in a star. So why would you take that risk?”
Trunks stared at her in disbelief. He decided that he would never understand the way a girl’s mind worked.
“18, you’re being ridiculous. The fact that Zangya is a girl, and yes, I do admit, a pretty one at that, has nothing to do with why I spared her.”
“Then why her and not anyone else?”
Trunks sighed. “I take no pleasure in killing, 18; you know that. All the other guys we faced worked alone, it was them calling the shots. But Bojack was the one in charge. His friends were just followers. I hoped that with him out of the way that they would stop their evil ways. Hell, I would have spared Bujin too if he hadn’t attacked me. And if Zangya had, or does, show any sign of causing trouble, I’ll take her out just like the others. I just didn’t want to kill if there was no reason for it. That’s all. There’s nothing more to it.”
He fell silent, giving 18 a hard look. She stared back at him, still suspicious, but he saw her visibly relax.
“Is that really true?” she asked.
“Yes!” he insisted. “If she harms even one person, I’ll hunt her down and kill her, even if she leaves the planet. You have nothing to worry about.”
Stubborn as always, she turned her nose to him and walked out of the training room. “Who said I was worried?”
Trunks glared at her retreating form. He let her go, needing some time to sort this out. He never would have guessed that she was jealous over Zangya. It was utterly ridiculous. Just what the hell had she been thinking?
“Girls are crazy.” He muttered. “Always making a big deal out of nothing.”
At least he had been able to straighten things out; at least he hoped he had. He didn’t want 18 feeling jealous.
Why did he even care? It wasn’t like he and 18 were in a relationship. Sure, they were friends, even, he admitted, lovers, but there had been no commitment. 18 wasn’t his girlfriend, and he wasn’t her boyfriend. She had no right to be jealous. There was nothing between them except for the sex.
But what was really eating at him was that he knew how she felt. He knew what she wanted, but he refused to take that step. Was it a wonder that she was so unsure?
‘This is getting out of hand.’ He realized. ‘Something needs to be done.’
He wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but something told him that whatever happened, there would be no turning back from. Something was about to change with his and 18’s relationship, and he wasn’t sure what.
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Later that night, Bulma went to bed early after working all day on a project. This left Trunks and 18 alone for the remainder of the night. And it could be summed up in one simple word, awkward.
More than once, Trunks caught 18 staring at him in a strange way. She would always look away whenever he caught her staring, but he was aware of it. She couldn’t possibly still be jealous, could she? Hadn’t he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with Zangya? Did she not believe him?
He grumbled irritably. Maybe it wasn’t Zangya that was bothering her anymore. Perhaps the alien woman had just been the catalyst that brought forth something else she was feeling. He knew that she was questioning their relationship, perhaps she wanted closure, wanting to know how he felt.
‘And that’s the problem. I don’t know how I feel. And what I do feel feels wrong. She’s still the android that put us all through hell.’
18 stared at Trunks as he had this silent argument with himself. She didn’t know what was going through his head. She hoped he was thinking about what was going on between them. And not just about their talk this morning, but about everything. She was tired of waiting. She wanted closure, and she wanted it now.
Seducing him was no problem. He no longer fought her off, but he didn’t make any advances of his own. She was always the one who initiated the sex. Even more than that, she wanted to go beyond sex. She had made her feelings for him clear on several occasions, but he always refused to let her say what she wanted.
She realized then that it would be up to him to take the next step. The sex was great, but she wanted more. She had done all she could. The rest now relied on the stubborn saiyan.
He seemed to feel her looking at him again and turned to her. This time she did not look away. She stared at him, and he stared right back. She hide nothing in her expression, telling him with her eyes exactly what she was feeling and what she wanted him to feel.
Love me, her eyes pleaded with him. Love me as I love you.
She saw one of his eyes twitch slightly, as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying or doing something. 18’s heart began to beat fast as she felt a pillar of hope. But her hopes came crashing down as he turned away from her again.
Her shoulders slacked and she sighed sadly. He would do it. He wouldn’t allow himself to feel what he knew she wanted from him. For whatever the reason, he was rejecting her again, even if he really did feel the same.
18 stood up. “I’m going to bed. I feel… tired.”
Trunks glanced at her as she walked away. She was tired? That was a lie. She literally never got tired. At least not physically. Mentally was a different story. Trunks knew that feeling. Ever since 18 had started her seductive ways on him so long ago, he had been feeling mentally tired quite frequently.
‘So what.’ he thought to himself stubbornly. ‘I will not give into her. I will not give into this. She’s a good fuck, nothing more. I don’t feel anything. Not a damn thing.’
Yet the next thing he knew, he was suddenly in 18’s room, closing the door behind him. 18 gasped in surprise and turned to him. It was clear by the expression on her face that she was confused as to why he was here.
Getting over her confusion, she glared at him. “Get out of my room.”
He returned her glare. “This is my room. You just took it over and I’ve been too polite to say anything about it until now.”
She humphed and crossed her arms. “Well, what do you want?”
His fists clenched. “You.”
“Really?” She turned away. “Well I could care less about…” She turned back to him. “Wait, what did you say?”
“You.” he repeated.
He was suddenly in front of her. 18 flinched in surprise at the sudden movement. She looked into his hard eyes with hers wide in surprise. Slowly the hard look melted away and his expression became gentle.
His hand came up and softly caressed her cheek. 18 almost flinched away from his touch, but instead her hand came up over his, pressing it against her cheek.
“You.” he whispered to her. “I want you.”
18’s bottom lips trembled. She bit down on it, trying to get a hold of herself. She refused to cry. She never cried. Well, ok, that wasn’t true. She had cried back when she had first lost her memories, and a few times after that. But never again.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, regaining control over her emotions. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Trunks leaning down towards her. She remained still, allowing him to initiate the kiss for the first time without being caught in the heat of the moment. Gently his lips brushed against hers. A shiver ran through her body at the lip contact.
Feeling the familiar warmth build up in her stomach, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back hard. He surprised her by reaching up and grabbing her arms, then gently prying them off of him. She gave him a confused look as he broke the kiss.
“Not this time.” he told her. “This time I’m in control. My way, my pace.” He moved a lock of hair behind her ear. “Is that ok with you.”
She blinked in surprise and gave him a smile, then nodded. Trunks smiled back at her and kissed her again. His hands made their way to her shirt and began unbuttoning it. He deliberately went slow, building up 18’s anticipation. When the last button was undone, he gently brushed her shirt open.
Moving from her mouth, he began trailing kisses across her cheek and down her neck, reaching the newly exposed flesh. 18 gasped at the feather-light kisses he planted on her bosom, doing her best to keep still and let him remain in complete control.
Pushing her open shirt back, Trunks brushed it off her shoulders. Using his hands and lips, he kissed and caressed the newly exposed skin. 18 titled her neck to give him better access, letting her shirt fall down and off her arms. Trunks’ hands were now caressing her breasts through her bra, but not yet giving her the skin-to-skin contract she wanted.
Tracing along the edge of her bra, he brought his fingers up to the shoulder strap and began sliding it slowly down her arm, placing kisses where it once rested. His other hand snuck around her back and unclasped her bra, then moved back to slide down her other strap. Ever so slowly, he drew the offending material down, finally exposing her naked breasts to his gaze.
His fingers trailed over her nipples in gentle caresses as he tossed the bra aside, leaving her top completely bare. 18 inhaled sharply as he gently took one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth, sucking on it sensually. He was going torturously slow, it was driving her mad. And he was doing it on purpose too. It wasn’t fair that he was doing this to her. She wanted to touch him too.
“Trunks…” she whispered, her voice filled with passion. “I need to… I want to…”
Trunks’ lips moved away from her breast. “What do you want?” he asked, taking the other nipple in his mouth.
18 made a small mewing sound as she tried to find her voice. “I want to feel you too. Please, let me.”
She felt him grin against her skin. “I never said you couldn’t touch.”
Her hands immediately came up and tangled in his hair. She drew his head up and touched her lips to his. If he wanted to go sinuously slow and torture her, then she would do the same to him.
Running a finger up his chest, she reached the top button of his own shirt. Smirking against his lips, she hooked one finger into his shirt and brought it straight down, ripping apart the buttons. Trunks growled in protest as she ruined his shirt, but she didn’t care. Her hands were now exploring his hard muscular chest.
Bending down, she began trailer kisses over his chest, loving how hard and masculine it was. She heard him hiss as she bit down gently, then trailed her tongue up his body as she pushed his shirt off. She nuzzled her face into his chest, her hands now moving around to caress his back.
Moving back up his body, she slowly circled around him, placing kisses as she went and trailer her breasts over his body. She could feel the tension in his muscles and it made her smile.
Wrapping her arms around him from behind, once again running her hands over his chest and abdomen, she pressed against his back, brushing her breast up and down his back. She dug her nails into his skin and nibbled his neck, making him hiss again.
Next her hands went to his belt. Unbuckling it, she whisked it off. Taking hold of the other end, she pulled it against his chest, slowly moving it up his body until it was around his neck, slightly cutting off his air supply.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered in his ear, “I’m not going to strangle you.”
She leaned back, using the belt to hold herself up, and shifted in front of him again. Leaning against him, she tossed the belt aside and slowly slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses as she did, and got down on her knees.
Her fingers brushed across the zipper of his pants and slowly lowered it, then unbuttoned them. She lowered his pants, revealing his tented boxers. Seeing how much he wanted her excited her even more, but she would get to that part later.
“Lift.” She said when she brought his pants all the way down.
Trunks lifted one leg and she slipped it out of his pants, removing his shoe and sock as well.
“Lift.” She said again, and repeated the same process with his other leg.
Pushing the discarded clothes away, she reached up and grabbed his tail, not hard enough to bring out his weakness though. She gentle stroked it, loving how soft and furry it was. She rubbed the end against her cheek, feeling the soft fur against her face.
She was beginning to take control, but Trunks wouldn’t have it. His tail suddenly pulled out of her grasp, surprising her. He got down on his knees as well and leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed him back, and as she did so, Trunks slowly directed her to lay on her back.
His hand ran up her arm, over her shoulders and breast, and down her stomach, feeling goose-bumps break out on her skin. His hands made contact with her pants, and he traced the skin just above it.
“You have too many clothes on.” he teased. “And here I am in only my boxers. That’s not fair.”
She gave him a smile. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”
He returned the smile. “I intend to.”
He placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on each eye, her nose, mouth, chin, and then down the rest of her body as he opened her pants. Slowly he pulled them down her legs, letting his hands linger on the exposed skin. He freed one leg, then the other.
Lifting her leg, he trailed soft kisses on her smooth skin, starting at her hip and going down her leg. He pulled off one shoe, then gently removed her sock, trailer kisses over her foot. She giggled as he kissed each toe at the end, then turned his attention to the other leg, repeating the process.
“Stop!” she laughed as he kissed the toes on her other foot. “That tickles!”
She suddenly vanished. Trunks blinked in surprise at her sudden disappearance. But he suddenly felt her crouching over him from behind as she ran her hands over his back, urging him to stand up again.
He complied, and she slid down his body, trailing kisses along his spine as she hooked her finger into his boxers and pulling them down his body. Smirking, she bit his rear end rather hard, earning a yelp from the saiyan. He turned around and looked down at her irritably and she giggled.
She kissed her way back up his body until she reached his lips once again. Trunks wrapped his arms around her, gently caressing her body. Her panties were the only remaining article of clothing to be dealt with, and he was determine to get rid of them, but he wasn’t done playing with her.
He turned her around, hugging her from behind as he ran his hands over her stomach and breast. 18 gasped in surprise as something soft and fury slid against her rear end. His tail and snuck into her panties, squeezing into her crack, and began slowly lowering her panties.
“Hey,” she said, “that’s not fair.”
“Says who?”
She tried to come up with and answer, but couldn’t. Instead, she simply stepped aside, out of her panties. Trunks’ tail came up, still holding onto her panties. He hung them in front of her face tauntingly. She snatched them from his tail and tossed them aside, then leaned back against him as he began kissing her neck again. Her hand came up to hold onto his neck as his own hands continued over her body.
Sighs of contentment were escaping 18’s lips and she pressed her rear against his groan, making him growl again. Chuckling, she turned into his arms, taking holding of his hand, and pulling him towards the bed. He sat down on the mattress and pulled her into his laps, earning him a humorous shriek from her.
As she sat on his lap, his hands ran up and down her body. She covered his hands with hers as they ran over her stomach and breasts. Slowly his hand moved down lower, reaching her pubic hairs. 18 shuddered as his fingers found her center. Biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out, she reached behind her to grab the hot hard rod of flesh pressing into her backside. She felt his whole body stiffen as she stroked him and she smiled, but her smile soon turned into a gasp of delight as he slipped a finger inside her.
Her grip on him became almost painful as his he slipped in a second finger. She was so close. The slow moving and anticipation had gotten her so excited that she was ready to go over the edge.
“T-Trunks…” she muttered. His fingers suddenly found her G-Spot and she cried out loudly. “Trunks!”
Her orgasm washed over her, and her entire body trembled. Curling up into a fetal position, she rolled off him, gasping for breath as waves of pleasure raced through her body.
She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, but she eventually became conscious of Trunks spooned up against her, placing soft kisses on her neck. Turning over, she got to her knees, and Trunks rose with her. They came together, pressing their groins together, and they both moaned at the contact. Holding the other’s rear end to remain upright, they leaned back, pressing their intimate parts together. Their breathing came in pants as they grinded against each other, his hardness against her heat. Moving to press their chests together, they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed together as close as they could, rubbing their bodies against each other while resting their forehead on their partner’s.
Reaching down, 18 grabbed hold of him again and shifted his shaft until it was trapped in between her legs, pressed up against her. Trunks growled and pulled back on her hair, placing kisses on and around her mouth as his tail wrapped around them both, tightening their embraced. She returned the favor and pulled on his hair as well, making him growl again.
18 shifted around slightly, and Trunks soon found himself lying down on his back with 18 on top of him, her head resting against his chest as he stroked her hair. She looked up at him fondly, running her hands over his chest as she explored his body. Smiling, she shifted about so one of her legs was on either side of him and climbed up his body, dragging her breasts across his chest. Trunks responded by placing his arms around her, and their lips sealed together in a kiss.
One of his legs shifted in between hers, pressing against her center. 18 moaned into the kiss at the contact. Their arms and legs circled around each other, bringing them as close as possible. Rolling onto their sides, they continued caressing each other. Trunks pressed his knee against 18, causing her to whimper and rub herself against his leg.
Shifting some more so 18 was beneath him, Trunks placed kisses along her jaw. He slowly untangled himself from her, and 18 pouted at the loss of close contact. But her pout became a gasp of delight as he began kissing down her body. 18’s hands gripped the blanket tightly as he settled between her legs. She let out little whimpers as he kissed around her inner thigh, then cried out loudly as his mouth found her center.
18 writhed around as his lips and tongue provided her pleasure. To keep from crying out, she bit down on her finger, trying to keep quite, afraid that Bulma might hear. Her legs tightened around his head, trapping him there as she mumbled incoherently.
“T-Trunks, wait!” she gasped. “Stop!”
He looked up at her. “What’s wrong?”
She smiled down at him. “Nothing. I want my turn.”
He shook his head. “I told you, I’m the one in control. You just take what I’m giving you.”
She glared at him and lunged forward. Once again Trunks found himself on his back with her on top of him. Sliding back down his body, she smiled at him before taking him in her mouth. Trunks groaned as her mouth worked over him. His hands tangled in her hair as she bobbed up and down, running her tongue over his shaft.
Trunks growled irritably. He wanted to be the one in control. 18 had always been in control most of the time they had sex. He wanted complete control this time.
18 suddenly found herself spun around, laying on top of Trunks, facing his feet. She moaned as she felt his mouth on her again, his tongue slipping inside to taste her as his hands caressed her body. She sucked harder, running her tongue over his head and shaft. She could feel herself getting close again, but she refused to be beaten, and took him completely in her mouth.
Trunks gasped loudly as he felt the muscles of her throat contracting around him. Since she technically didn’t need to breath, she had the advantage over him. But he wouldn’t let her have her way this time, and his fingers joined his lips and tongue.
18 lost control as another orgasm raced over her. She shuddered involuntary, seeing stars as wave after wave washed over her. While she was lost in ecstasy, Trunks slid out from beneath her. He laid down on top of her, kissing his way up her spine, similar to how she had done so to him earlier.
18 couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Turning onto her back beneath him, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. “No more. I want you now. Please, Trunks, make love to me.”
Trunks wouldn’t have been able to resist any longer if he wanted to. Scooting off the bed and standing up, he pulled her towards him. 18 spread her legs, allowing them to come together intimately. She purred as he rubbed against her entrance, but not yet penetrating, wanting to tease her so more.
“You miserable bastard.” 18 moaned. “If you don’t do something, I’m going to-”
She cried out loudly, her back arching off the bed as he slid into her. The exquisite feeling of being filled completely floated over her and she moaned in satisfaction. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to slowly thrust into her. She rocked against him, meeting each of his thrusts, feeling him moving within her as his hands traveled over her body lovingly, running up her stomach to her face. He traced her lips with his finger, and she took it in her mouth, sucking on the digit. It felt incredibly erotic to Trunks.
Pulling out nearly completely, he slammed into her hard, making her cry out loudly. She locked her legs around him tightly, keeping him locked within her. They both groaned, neither one moving as they savored the closeness.
Lifting her legs straight up, he ran kisses over them and bit softly as he began moving within her again, hugging her legs to his chest. The new angle sent delightful shivers through 18’s body, and she contracted her inner muscles, squeezing around him and making him groan. Unclenching her muscles, she lifted her legs up to her chest, allowing him to penetrate much deeper.
Keeping her knees up, she spread her legs, allowing Trunks to lean down over her and lock lips with her. His tongue probed her mouth, massaging hers, exploring the moist cavern. 18 wrapped her arms around him, wanting to touch him everywhere. Standing up straight, Trunks brought her to a sitting position while remaining inside her. Her arms and legs hugged him to her tightly, running along his body in gentle caresses, and she received the same in return.
Going slowly was much better than going fast and furious. Not that hot sweaty sex wasn’t immensely enjoyable, but taking it slow was much more sensuous, more intimate. The anticipation of the next touch, and the length of time lingered over the area heightened the pleasure greatly.
‘Please don’t let this end.’ She silently begged.
His hands slid to cup her rear and he lifted her into the air. 18 gasped into his mouth at the sensation of being penetrated so deeply as she continued to move on top of him. Her arms and legs locked around his upper torso tightly as he bounced her up and down on him.
While suspended in the air, she curled around him as much as possible while he buried his face into her bosom, nuzzling her breasts. She used her feet to push against his thighs and rocked back and forth against him as he suckled her breast. Her hands tangled into his hair, pulling his head back and she kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Trunks’ hands moved from her rear to her back, hugging her close. 18 ran kisses all over his face as she lowered her legs so she was standing as well, the two of them continuing to thrust against each other. She pushed against him making Trunks walk backwards until he hit the wall. He turned them around so she was the one pressed against the wall. He lifted one of her legs and continued thrusting into her, grunting into her neck. She tossed her head side to side, making unintelligible noises. Her other leg intertwined with his, keeping them even closer together. The sensation intensified when he lifted up her other leg as well, keeping her pressed against the wall as he moved her hips in a rhythm.
Pushing back against the wall, she once again made Trunks walk backwards as she leaned back, hanging onto his neck, allowing her to use the leverage to press herself against him. They kept moving back until he landed in a chair. Ironically, this was the same chair they had made love in when he had finally accepted that he would never be able to resist her.
Cupping his face, she looked into his eyes as she slowly rode him. Trunks ran his hands up and down her back, over her legs, and up her sides, causing her to shiver in delight. He thrusted upwards as she rhythmically rocked her hips, both of them panting heavily. He held her close, the two of them embracing each other as they continued rocking together, resting their chins on the other’s shoulder.
Wanting to feel his lips on her again, she pulled his head against her chest and relished in the feeling of his mouth on her. She moved higher up his body, moving her hips forward and back, making the sound of flesh slapping flesh as their stomachs came together with each thrust. She smirked, having taken control of their love making, and, regardless of what Trunks had said, he let her have her way for now.
Lifting her legs to rest on his thighs, she leaned back, holding onto his neck so she wouldn’t fall. Lifting her legs, she rested them on the top of the chair while he supported her back, providing deep penetration. Trunks’ took hold of her arms to keep her up, allowing her to let go of his neck and lay back completely, yet keeping them connected.
She pulled one of her arms free and placed it on the floor, then did the same with the other one, freeing Trunks’ hands again to caress her body. Head dangling and hands on the floor, she emitted throaty moans at how deep he was able to penetrate her in this position.
When his hands came to where the place where the two of them were connected, 18 cried out at the wave of pleasure that ran over her and the strength in her arms gave out, resulting in her falling off Trunks’ lap. Surprised, it took a moment for them both to realize what had happened. Suddenly finding herself on the floor, 18 began laughing at how ridiculous that must have looked.
Trunks didn’t find it as humorous. “18, you all right?”
Giggling, she got to her feet. “I’m fine. Just a little mishap.”
She was eager to continue. Making love had never been this much fun, or this playful before. They would have to remember to go slowly more often in the future. And there would be more times in the future, of that she was certain.
Trunks started to get up, but she pushed him back down, shaking her head. “You just stay there. We’re not finished here yet.”
She sat on his lap again, this time backwards, gasping when he filled her again. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him and clenched her inner muscles, making him see stars. She chuckled at the look on his face and began moving on top of him. This allowed Trunks to admire her backside, running his hands over the smooth skin. Her own hands traveled over the front of her body, along her breasts, stomach, and down to where they were joined. She felt a pleasant pressure around her neck as Trunks began massaging her shoulders, giving her an added bonus of enjoyment.
18 slowly and, seemingly, unconsciously, began leaning forward more and more. Placing her hands on her knees, she leaned forward even more until her breast were brushing against his legs. She shifted forward further, placing her hands on the floor, allowing him to thrust deeply into her.
Her tightness was getting to him. Needing a moment to get control of himself, he lifted her straight up so her back was pressed to his chest and remained still inside her, trying to catch his breath.
Turning her head back, she kissed him softly. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I just need a minute.”
She smiled playfully. “Oh, losing control?” she asked, and flexed her inner muscles.
Trunks groaned at the sensation. “Really, 18. I mean it, you feel too good. If you don’t cut it out, this is going to be over.” He placed a kiss on her neck. “And I want this to last.”
Once he was sure that he had gotten control over himself, he stood up, taking her with him, remaining connected. He began rocking into her again and she moved with him, remaining spooned up against him, back to stomach. Leaning forward, she pressed her rear against him, pushing him in deeper, making figure eight motions that had her saiyan lover groaning.
He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind as he continued the steady motion with his hips, his knees slightly bent so she could almost sit on them. His hands went to her breast, cupping and massaging them. 18 leaned back against him, struggling to breathe as Trunks’ love making caused her to tremble in his arms, her back arching, pressing her rear into him. They seemed to fit together so perfectly in this position.
Nibbling on her ear, he whispered to her, “Lets head back to the bed.”
She smiled, shivering in pleasure as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Sounds good.”
They shuffled back over to the bed, and 18 collapsed against it, still standing, with her upper body laying on the bed. Trunks didn’t complain as he stood behind her, keeping up the rhythm. He felt her legs trembling and smirked as he leaned over her.
“I meant get on the bed.” He told her.
She giggled. “Right.”
They came apart only long enough to climb onto it. 18, on her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder at Trunks. He got on the bed as well, grabbing her hips and entering her from behind. He set the rhythm, and 18 rocked back against him. They moved as one, rocking the bed slightly as they went forward and back.
18 felt like a wild animal with her mate as Trunks thrusted against her, pushing her forward and she pushing back. Breathy gasps escaped her as Trunks’ fingers buried into her hips, helping her to match his rhythm as she stretched out in front of him and he pulled her onto him. Grabbing her hair, he pulled on it gently, giving her a thrill as he rode her. She reached back, her hand caressing his chest and stomach.
Releasing her hair, he grabbed her outstretched arm and then took the other one, using her arms to pull her back against him as she leaned forward. He looked down, seeing her back move and arch with his movements. Her flawless skin was far too enticing, and he longed to taste it.
Unable to resist, Trunks released her arms so he could lean forward and began placing kisses on her back. 18 cooed happily, her back arching under his lips as he made his way up her body. 18 slid down so she was laying on her stomach with Trunks lying completely on top of her. She spread out her arms and Trunks ran his hands down them, taking hold of her hands as he thrusted into her.
Legs trembling, 18 lifted herself somewhat off the bed as Trunks got into a pushup position. She writhed beneath him as he trailed kisses along her neck and cheek. There was no hurry, no quick rapid thrusts, just him slowly pumping into her, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly as her orgasm approached.
Trunks seemed to sense that she was getting close and decided to change positions. He rolled them onto their side so she was spooning up against him, his arms snaking around her to play with her breasts and stroke her all over. She turned her head so they could kiss as they both gently rocked and thrusted against each other. She loved the feeling of him lying against her all the way down her back.
“I’m almost there.” She said, breaking the kiss, her eyes lidded in pleasure.
“Then cum for me.” he whispered to her.
As if to obey his command, her body began to spasm. Loud noises escaped her mouth as she rode out her orgasm. As she trembled in his arms, Trunks rolled over some more so he was now the one on his back with 18 on top of him. It took a few moments for 18 to realize that they had changed positions as multiple small orgasms raced through her.
Penetration wasn’t as deep in this position, but he made up for it by bringing his hand down to where they were joined. His other hand ran up and down her body as he enjoyed the sensuous feeling off her sliding around on top of him.
18 started to feel like she was neglecting him and sat up to straddle him backwards so she could ride him. She felt Trunks’ hands traveling over her back as she moved up and down on top of him. She leaned forward, grabbing his feet and bending them back. It hurt slightly, but Trunks enjoyed the minor pain that came with it.
“You can’t seem to keep still.” He noted.
18 laughed. “I want to try everything. Give me everything, Trunks.”
Complying, Trunks shifted, moving his legs out from underneath her so he could wrap them around her waist. She responded by getting on her knees, placing her hands on the bed as she pushed back against him.
He sat up and shifted around again so she was sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck as she moved up and down on top of him. He held her tightly and leaned back again, taking her with him, and rolling onto their sides so they were spooning again.
“So,” he said, “you want to try everything?”
She nodded. “Yes, everything.”
Smirking, Trunks shifted so she was now lying horizontal to him. Lifting up her leg and trapping her other one between both of his, he entered her again. The new angle sent a thrill through 18 as they moved. Eventually, she shifted so she was now lying on her back with him still on his side, almost at a right angle. It provided deep penetration while leaving her body open for him to explore.
He shifted some more so he was now laying completely on top of her, face to face. 18 decided that she liked this position the best as it allowed them to look into each other’s eyes, plus, she loved having his weight on top of her. He continued his slow deep thrusts, and she raised her hips to meet him. He was able to go even deeper and form a better rhythm when he held himself up on his arms in a pushup position.
When he sat up so he was kneeling, 18’s eyes widened at how deep he was able to penetrate her. Grabbing her waist, he held their hips together as they continued to move. 18’s back arched off the bed until she had to use her arms to hold herself up, eventually wrapping her arms around his neck to balance herself on his bent knees as they moved. His own hands went to her rear, pulling her against him with each thrust. And when his legs began to fall asleep, he sat back. Both now in a sitting position, wrapped in a lover’s embrace with their legs stretched out, they rained kisses over each other’s faces, panting heavily as they used each other’s weight to balance and rock against each other.
“It’s never been like this before.” 18 whispered as she thrusted against him.
“We’ll have to try it more often in the future.”
With a smirk, 18 placed her hands on his chest and pushed him to lay down on his back, then resumed her movements as they ran their hands all over each other’s bodies. “See how much better it is when you don’t fight me.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her breasts as she rode him. She looked incredibly sexy with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open slightly. Her hands trailed across his chest before moving up her own body to her own breasts, seizing his hands and interlocking their fingers as she grinded herself against him.
Opening her eyes, she gave him a smirk before pinning his hands down by his head. Feeling herself getting close, she sped up. Trunks gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. He wanted to touch her, but she kept his hands firmly pinned down. Then he heard her cry out loudly and she collapsed on top of him, her lips finding his and sucking his tongue into her mouth.
Her hold on his hands slackened and he broke free, wrapping his arms around her and shifting her to lay completely on top of him. As 18 recovered from her orgasm, Trunks wrapped his legs around hers, keeping them connected. Rolling them onto their sides. He resumed his thrusting.
Once 18 was able to think clearly again, she shifted about to slip one of her legs out from in between his to rest over his thigh as they pressed as close together as possible, continuing their love making while completely wrapped around each other, rolling around to take turns being on top and on their sides.
And so it went on, lasting longer than ever before. Trunks brought 18 to orgasm several times that night before finally spilling himself into her with a seemingly never-ending orgasm. Both spent and finally satiated, they curled up together and fell asleep. Something had happened between them that night, something that was unspoken, but clearly understood by both of them. Where this would lead them, neither knew, but for now they were content.

(A/N: Trunks can now control his Super Saiyan Three form and has defeated Bojack and his followers. Well, almost all of them. He let Zangya go with the threat that he'll hunt her down if she causes any more trouble. But her causing trouble doesn't seem to be what's bothering 18. Is that jealousy? Next chapter will be very interesting. You can be sure of that. I'm going to be a little busy for the next few days, so it may be a little longer before I update.)
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