Koneka's Excellent Vacation

koneka6 This mini-saga within a saga will have three parts. Lemony! Disclaimer: Wish I owned them, but I don’t. They belong to Akira Toriyama, FUNimation and Toei Animation. If I had unlimited funds, I’d buy the rights! _________________________________________ Koneka’s Excellent Vacation, Part 6 ROSAT: The Beginning Fifteen seconds into the room of spirit and time was all it took for me to realize what I had done. I had just robbed Trunks of the opportunity to train to fight that monster, Cell. As I dropped my stuff on the floor, I heard Vejita’s soft laugh barely inches behind me. and when I felt his breath in my hair...when his big hand gripped my right shoulder...I had no doubt that he could take on Cell by himself. And win. “So you want to be entertained,” he said. My stomach was doing pirouettes. I barely nodded. His other hand clapped down on the opposite shoulder and he steered me around through the room. As we stood on the steps in shock, Vejita moved from behind me to stand by my side. “There’s nothing there,” I whispered. My voice sounded tinny, like when you have a bad phone connection. The gravity felt different, too. Heavier. “This is...is...” I floundered. “Yes, it is...it is...” he said with controlled excitement. That was the first day. Every day since that day, he would go off somewhere into the void, and leave me to explore what little there is of reality ins pls place. I try not to look at the gigantic sand timer as it seems to drop one grain of sand at a time. I’m getting used to the frequent extreme temperature changes — it isn’t much different from New York State when I lived there! Sometimes I cear ear him, screaming and blasting at only God knows what. Once in awhile, he joins me for dinner. That was an eye-opener! Trunks never ate like that! Once he almost complimented my cooking. “Better than the last meal.” I’ll take what I can get. There was only one bed, and I hoped against hope that he might try to share it with me just once, but everever did. I was content for now with my dreams and with my painting. My painting. Progressing slowly — obviously time wasn’t an issue here — so I spent a lot of time getting every detail just right. This evening, I was sitting a few feet away and studying it. The golden energy was hard — capturing that power on canvas was proving elusive. I decided to leave my painting out and take a bath. Maybe something would come to me as I soaked my cares away! As I sank into the steaming water with an “Ahhhh!” I just let my mind drift. Most of the time, all I had were memories. I spent a lot of the lonely hours thinking about flying with Vejita and Trunks, sketching the nude prince that one amazing night. A year was a long time. Eventually, even Vejita would need some companionship. And I was getting soft from lack of exercise. It was time for me to venture into the void, at least to walk or jog. Yup! I’d start tomorrow. With all my resolutions firmly set in my mind, I climbed out of the tub, and wrapped a big towel around me, securing it over my breasts. Then, I turbaned my hair and headed for the bedroom. He was standing there, bruised, battered, torn, arms folded. looking at my painting. His back was to me. He was silent, though I know he was aware of me. “I’m having trouble with the energy,” I said, the words sounding odd in the thin air. He stood silently a few heartbeats longer, then turned to face me. His expression was unreadable, almost blank. His black eyes locked onto my own. I felt drawn to him by an unseen force — I don’t even remember my feet moving, but suddenly I was inches from him. “You need another demonstration,” he said gruffly. My heart beat a tattoo against my ribs, my knees were suddenly shot through with adrenaline. His face swam before me. With his left hand, he tore the towel from my head, and my long thick hair spilled out, curled and snarled and wet. My breath caught in my throat as his other hand hooked over the towel wrapped around me. My breath was ragged — I was hyperventilating. His knuckles were pressed against my breast as he gripped the towel and hauled me forward. When he buried his left hand in my hair, I felt warmth like a mini furnace, and suddenly my hair was dry. So was my mouth. But not for long. Because as my eyes drifted shut, his lips crushed my lipss tos tongue slithering in and winning the war with mine. When I felt cool air against my skin, I knew he had ripped the towel off, and when I was flying again, I knew he was carrying me. Then the heavy weight of his body was on top of mine, and I abandoned my soul to give myself to him. He was rough and gentle, bruising and soft. What else could Vejita be? I let him do what he wanted with me — this is what I wanted. I just reveled in his smooth muscular body, touching him, running my hands everywhere I could reach. I loved the feel of the taut skin over the rippling muscles, and I was amazed at the softness of the thick spikes of black hair. And when he finally joined with me, I knew I had felt this before in my dreams. Bracing himself over me, he growled thickly, “don’t scream.” This time, the energy began within me. That he was able to control it under such circumstances was astonishing! I felt him grow and watched as the energy engulfed him again. But this time, his eyes and hair changed in an explosion of light and lightning. I nearly did scream from fear, but it was lost in the scream of ecstasy that was wrenched from my throat as he emptied himself into me and raised me to heights I had never flown even with him before. We both lay breathing hard until we fell asleep, his body curled around mine. I wanted to stay here forever. And the next morning when I awoke, he was gone again. ...continued...