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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Evening
Musing and Morning Abusing

The sky is dark like a
navy cloak sprawled out over the city and ornamented by many shimmering stars.
Glowing brightly and nobly would be the moon, a watcher or beacon, splaying its
milky radiance over would-be shadows, if it had not been destroyed by the Namek.
But since it was, many shadows cast their darkness everywhere the street lights
cannot reach.

Scattered puffy white
clouds hover serenely beneath the stars. The wind is mild and blowing gently,
combing through the leaves and branches of the many trees around. Air is fresh
and fragrant with the scent of roses, tulips, and jasmines from the garden
behind Capsule Corporation. Reminds me of the gardens around the Imperial Palace on
Vegeta-sei.

The compound appears
deserted. It would be no surprise for the hour is late and hardly would there be
anyone around. However, one soul is out. In one of the trees, a top a thick
branch I rest, the Saiya-jin no Ouji, shrouded inconspicuously in darkness, clad
in navy blue spandex, white gloves, and golden tip white boots. I sit still and
watchful with one leg dangling in the air and the other drawn in close to my
torso, where I rest my palms under my chin.

I had first come out into
the night from my stuffy gravity chamber to meditate and calm my raging thoughts
and emotions, since my training had been a fatiguing disappointment. It was the
best time to do so without any distractions whatsoever, which the day
undoubtedly brought. But my meditations had long ceased and now I am just
surveying my surroundings with wonder and reflection.

So unlike Vegeta-sei but
the only place I�ve ever spent more than a year at�

I cannot help the frown
that graces my face, though. For the most part of the day, I consume myself with
the obsession to become Super Saiya-jin and to surpass Kakkarot. However, it is
times like these when I cannot escape the unrelenting realization that I am
really the last of my kind with no real future or purpose. Granted, Kakarot is
Saiya-jin. But what good is it if he does not remember his heritage? So in
effect, I am the last of a soon to be dead race, left alone without a cause.
Though I train constantly for obvious reasons, I feel a foreboding sense of
emptiness on deep introspection of my motives and myself. It is inevitable, and
I know that at the end of three years my goal to become Super Saiya-jin will be
met and I will destroy the androids and beat Kakkarot. But then after that, what
will there be lift for me?

What will there
be?

I thought of taking over
the world, ruling the universe. It would be a taxing endeavor, but I�ve worked
hard all my life and never have I backed down from any challenge. Besides, I can
pretty much do as I please with Kakkarot gone, and I do have quite a few allies
on other worlds. Do I really want to do it, though?

What would be the point?
To build a kingdom would take years of work and I�d need an heir of course. But
there are no more Saiya-jin and this frustrates me immensely. No matter what
people think, no matter what I�ve said or how I�ve acted to the contrary, I
can�t stand this reality. When I think about this, then all of my exertions to
become the strongest warrior start to seem pointless. None of it will bring back
my kingdom, my sovereignty, my people, or my planet. A prince without a purpose�
How pathetic!

It�s a comforting thought
though, to start anew�that was the plan, to fill my life with something other
than myself. So I would need a mate eventually, but I cannot see myself getting
one from this planet like Kakkarot, except for the onna. But since she is
already mated� there is no other that I would want.

I lay my head back
against the truck of the tree, exhausted with my contemplation as I close my
eyes. In the midst of my despondency I could relax, I will try. From the shadows
where I�m perch no one can see me, so I let go and allow my features to express
the turmoil within.

Then I feel it. Two
approaching ki�s: one strong in comparison to the other noticeably weaker ki.
Both familiar. I open my eyes to look down towards the main building where the
street is. A hover car soon appears. I�m slightly irked by their presence, more
the man than the onna. But I sigh and shrug my shoulders. They are beneath my
imperial notice. So I close my eyes again to rest.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

Yamcha descends from the
car and comes over to my side and opens the door. I smile at him engagingly as
he takes my hand, still holding onto the single red rose that he had given me
earlier. We�re both in joyful moods, indulging in coquetry from the slight high
we got from the wine at dinner.

It had been a wonderful
evening. Yamcha planned a romantic date of dinner and dancing. Needless to say,
we are both attired rather elegantly.

Yamcha�he had been so
sweet and charming, full of surprises since he had picked me up over four hours
ago. First it was the restaurant, a posh establishment near the coast,
overlooking the sea. It was a very refined and expensive place. Then while
eating dinner, he had arranged for the band to play one of my favorite songs. It
was a slow one so we decided to dance to it. He held me so tightly then and I
felt like an angel dancing on cloud nine.

Later on when we finished
eating the main course, right before dessert was to be served, Yamcha presented
me with a small, rectangular, box. I could not fathom why, and when I opened it
I was amazed. There, in my hands, rested a dazzling amethyst pendent�one of my
favorite gemstones�set in a silver facet, hanging from a silver chain. Yamcha
was so pleased with himself by my reaction, I could tell.

Afterwards, when we left
the restaurant, we took a nice long stroll along the promenade. The mood was so
perfect, the night was so grand, and he bought me the rose then.

So now here we are
walking up to Capsule Corp. I cannot help but feel amazement by all that
transpired, a feeling I felt sprout since the beginning of our date. I am a bit
perplexed, though. Yamcha usually does not go to such lengths to please me, save
for when he is being apologetic. So I wonder why he is being so romantic, hoping
desperately that his intentions are purely based on the promise he made to me
two days ago. So, I ask in a confounded way, so that I might disguise my
suspicions, why all this for me. He simply declares that he loves me and that I
am worth all this and more; which was enough reassurance for me, since the night
is young and far from over.

Entering the house, I
hold my rose near my nose as I coyly look over my shoulder at my companion. He
smiles brightly at me and affectionately wraps his arms around my waist. I lean
back against him, enjoying the warmth of his body. He breathes in the delectable
scent of my hair, nudging it away to reveal my neck, proceeding to lay delicate
kisses there.

I lean in closer to him,
inviting more of his attentions. �Oh Yamcha,� I sigh, closing my eyes, my lips
curling into a wanton smile. His hot breath against my neck and the sensations
elicited by these kisses are delightful, it�s what I had been craving for weeks�
sincere affection.

�Let�s go upstairs,�
Yamcha suggest, brushing against my ear with his nose.

I detach myself from his
hold and turn to face him. I kiss him passionately, resting my hands on his
chest. My lips urge his open without the slightest resistance. His compliance is
greatly appreciated as the passion increases when our tongues taste and tease
each other.

I soon pull away trying
to catch my breath against him. �You�ve been so wonderful tonight,� I breathe
sensuously against his lips with heavy lidded eyes, �I wonder how I�m going to
repay you.� I can see my sexy tone getting to him as he grins knowingly. I grab
his tie and turn to lead the way upstairs.

In my room, and no longer
able to keep his hands off me, Yamcha takes me in an embrace and kisses me
softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling
him in closer and making sure to press my body against his.

Our kissing quickly
becomes breathtaking, once we begin to touch each other in sensitive areas,
seeking to whet the other�s desire. Soon our roaming hands pull and tug at each
other�s clothes, urgently trying to be bereaved of the barriers that kept our
aroused bodies apart. And it isn�t long before we accomplished this task.

I push Yamcha down on the
bed and straddle his hips. He props himself up on his elbows, looking up at my
nakedness, a captivated expression upon his features. He smiles. I know he
absolutely loves it when I dominate. Along with the heated gleam in my eyes and
the curve of my lips in a mischievous grin�I know it excites him to no end. I
can feel his arousal pressing against my womanhood and I began to stroke it.
Yamcha�s eyelids fall and his breath begins to quicken. I grip him more firmly,
squeezing and pumping him. He begins to groan with ragged breath, falling back
as his body trembles with need.

I love the power I have
over him. I love taking charge, dominating, getting my way and having others
complying with my desires. I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. He kisses
back hungrily, with one hand cupping my face and the other in my hair. I move my
hands up his abdomen, to his chest, all the while grinding my hips against him.
He breaks the kiss, moaning deeply. I too start to moan and when he begins to
move himself against me, I can take no more.

I need release and I
could tell my lover is desperate for it too. I sit up straight and lifted my
hips, guiding him inside my warm entry. I sigh enjoying the feel of him inside
me. Then I begin to move on him. He grips my hips tightly and takes up most of
the work.

We�re both moaning and
breathing heavily. A slick sheen of sweat covers our bodies.

I rest my hands on his
thighs, arching my back allowing his manhood to better penetrate that sweet spot
of mine, driving my body wild with an impending orgasm. We push each other
closer and closer to the edge, and within moments I come and he soon follows. I
collapse onto him and we lay spent with our bodies intertwined on the bed.

The coolness from the
open balcony doors calms our heat as our uneven breaths begin slowing.

Long moments later, we
lay under the sheets, Yamcha resting behind me as his arms wrap around me. His
chin nestles in the crook of my neck.

�Tonight was wonderful,�
I say.

�Anything for you, babe,�
he replies, kissing me gently.

�I wish it could always
be like this,� I say whimsically.

�It will.�

�You think so?�

�Yes, why wouldn�t it
be?�

�Well�I don�t mean to be
a downer, but with the androids coming�� I trail off. I should have kept my
mouth shut. It is so irritating. With the three years we have before the
inevitable, I get frustrated with how to live. Do I live my life as always or do
I change up and live differently before everyone is gone.

�Oh Yamcha, never mind.
You�ve been so sweet to me tonight. I shouldn�t bring it all down with that.�

�It�s okay babe, it�s on
all our minds�it�s hard to forget. But don�t worry. With everyone training as
hard as we can, we�ll win! And Goku has never let us down.�

I move to lay on my back.
Yamcha scoots over a bit to give me leeway to do so and props himself up on one
elbow to look down at me. I smile up at him and he returns the gesture. The hand
that had been at my waist now travels up to my breast. He looks into my eyes
lovingly and began to squeeze the soft flesh. I love the way he touches me and I
relish in it as my eyelids fall heavy from the sensation.

�I love you,� I say.

He leans down and claims
my lips with his. �I love you too,� he says, trailing kisses down my throat. I
move my hands around his neck and in his hair as we continue another bout of
love making.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

�Here�s the brat,� Zarbon
says as he pushes me into Frieza�s private chamber, with a force that almost
trips me up. I give him a deathly glare before I turn my attention to the
abominable lizard.

�Do you wish anything
else, sire?�

�No, that will be all,
Zarbon,� the pink lizard says.

Zarbon bows and then
leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

I hate this. I never know
what to expect with Frieza or when he summons me. I know that I have been
behaving myself lately so I don�t see why I�d be here. If he wants to assign me
another mission, he could just do that with Nappa and Raditz by my side.

Who am I kidding? I know
the workings of his sadistic mind, yet I hope desperately that my misgivings are
unwarranted. I remember the last time I was here. My instincts never fail me and
Frieza has not beckoned me here just to chitchat.

Goddamned! I hate him! I
ball my fists to steady myself.

�Come here, chibi ouji.�

�I�m not that young,� I
say, with the least amount of apprehension possible, knowing that it�s a joke on
my height, if anything. But I do come closer, just not too close.

�Thirteen is still quite
young, I assure you,� he says looking me over.

Whatever it is he wants
from me, I might as well get it over with so I ask, �What did you call me for?�

�To talk about your
recent behavior.�

�What about it?� I sound
perplexed with a affable hint. I would otherwise be my normal bad ass self, but
ever since my last encounter with Frieza�s displeasure, my pride cannot be
satisfied. I feel like half the Saiya-jin I was raised to be and I hate myself
for it.

�You�ve been behaving
well and doing all that I ask.�

Ask? All that he asks is
a command in disguise�I learned that the hard way. �I�m here to serve you, my
Lord.� That was sticky upon my tongue and onerous to get out. How I�ve managed
to say things like this is amazing.

�I�m glad that you are,�
he says, closing the remaining distance between us. �It would be a shame for you
to revert back to your old ways.�

�I was but impetuous and
ill-tempered�I�ve grown out of that phase.� And I give a slight smile for
emphasis. Oh, how I hate these pretenses. I can�t wait till I�m strong enough so
that I may avenge my race�and myself.

�Have you now?� He walks
around me, scrutinizing me carefully. The closeness is aggravating.

�Yes, Lord Frieza,� I say
and he stops directly behind me.

�It seems that way� yesss,�
he purrs in my ear. I swallow hard and my tail bristles in apprehension. I try
to steady it but my tail always reacts to impending danger. �I worry, though,�
he continues, �that you might revert and my efforts will have been in vain.�

�I-I would never.� My
anxiety makes me falter and I�m surprised as well as agitated by my ready
reaction, more so that he can elicit one in me that not even my father could.

�As a ruler, I have to be
very meticulous and make sure I have every loose end tied, don�t you agree?� I
respond affirmatively but not quite certain as to where he is going with this
course of speech. �That includes making sure things are cohesive and running
smoothly and that subordinates are constantly kept in their place and realize
their loyalties.�

A cold finger runs
through the hair of my tail. I struggle to steady the tremble that ripples
through me as I close my eyes. I suddenly grasp what it is he means and what he
wants with me. I wish this would not be, that I was anywhere else but here, as I
try to calm my indignation. Maybe I can prevent this if I act prudently.

�Do you think of me as a
stupid ruler?� he asks calmly in a low voice.

�No, of�of course not,
Lord Frieza,� I say, trying to ignore the sensations his delicate treatment of
my tail incites.

�So would not an
intelligent ruler make sure that mistakes of the past never happen again?�

A disgustingly delightful
ripple runs up my spine and disperses to every nerve in my body. I cannot even
contain a shudder. I steady my voice and reply, �Past mistakes can never occur
if the remedy was absolutely effective�and I do believe all of your endeavors to
do so have been.� God! I hate myself!

�I don�t quite agree,
chibi ouji�they have not all been effective.�

�But sire��

�Shsh� Vegeta,� he says
in almost a whisper as he lets go of my tail. �You have been very well behaved.
This will just guarantee that it stays that way.�

�But Lord, you don�t have
to�I swear I have no cause for insurrection.� My voice is almost desperate and I
detest that I sound so pathetic, but my emotions are racing and I know not what
to do.

�Do you want to satisfy
my uneasiness?�

Motherfucker! I can
barely contain the anger I feel. His dual meaning disgusts me. �I gave you my
word, sire, I would hope that it shall suffice.�

�No, it shall not.�

My breathing quicken as
my anxiety gets the better of me. It is obvious how I feel and he knows it. I
try desperately to compose myself. I dread what is to come next. I don�t know if
I can�if I can live this down. The first time was pure hell. I could not eat or
sleep for days after. The second time was just as worse if not more. My pride
shattered into a million and one pieces and I�ve only begun to pull myself back
together. But now�

Another jolt of sickening
pleasure is sent up my spine as the sadist resumes his play with my tail,
stroking the full length of it, from the tip to the base of my spine.

�Please, Lord Frieza,
this is not necessary.�

Please? What is a
Saiya-jin prince if he cannot even protect himself from this, that he must
implore?

�Oh, but it is.�

He continues to molest
me. I struggle to resist the effects, fearing that my sanity will be at risk. My
legs tremble as my knees get weak. I fight to stay standing and keep my moans at
bay. But my Lord Sadist is adamant about playing with me. I almost fall to the
floor but he grabs me around my waist as I clutch onto him for support. God, I
hate him. I hate him so much. So much.

�It seems you like this,
too,� he says smiling down at me.

I bear my teeth and growl
at him without thinking. What am I to say to this? No, you fucking asshole? That
would surely make my predicament worse. I know not what to do; for fear that he
might rape me till morning like before. Fighting back will surely earn me that
or worse.

Where is my pride? My
dignity? Have they deserted me? Saiya-jin know nothing of complacency. If we go
down, we go down fighting. Bardock taught me that when he led our people against
Frieza before Vegeta-sei was destroyed. I will not give in. If my situation
cannot be helped, I will go down fighting. Fuck diplomacy!

I pull away.

�Vegeta! Don�t make this
worse than it has to be.�

�It already is!�

�You swore I would not
have to worry about your insolence.�

�Keeping that vow and
being your lackey slut is not in me!� I say scathingly. �What else option do you
think I have?�

�Your compliance is all
that will save you from my wrath.�

�I gave it but my pride
won�t allow��

�Shut up and get back
here!�

I am only a few feet away
from him. He does not like to chase after me. When I was really chibi, I
came to realize that. �No,� I say daringly.

�Then I shall make you.�

He fazes out of sight. I
wish I had my scouter with me. I haven�t learned how to detect him yet. I look
around. My heartbeats vivify. Suddenly the air behind me shifts and before I can
move out of the way, my tail is grabbed. I stiffen. Cures! I should have wrapped
it around my waist.

�Silly monkey,� he
whispers into my ear, in a disgusting attempt at seduction. �You think you can
out wit me, monkey prince?�

I abruptly spin around
and try to wrench my appendage free. �Let go!� He holds me firmly, smirking all
the while and I wonder why he has not squeezed it yet. Usually he�d have me
writhing on the floor in pain after either breaking my tail or pulling it
roughly.

I power up a ki blast and
aim it at his face. It does no damage. I know it would not. I only want to
instigate a fight. If I can have him angry with me, then at least he�d beat me
within an inch of my life and I�d pass out. Anything is better than rape.

He chuckles at me. �Was
that supposed to hurt? No, it wasn�t, was it? You want to provoke me, don�t
you?�

I glare at him; a growl
vibrates in my throat as I prepare to attack with more ki blasts. But he sweeps
my feet up from under me and I fall down on my back in a very compromising
position. He kneels down beside me.

�I will not be dissuaded
from my purpose, stupid monkey, even if it means being kicked and punched at by
you. I will become satisfied of my worries, if not today, then tomorrow, if not
tomorrow then the next day, and the day after, so forth and so on. And you have
already shown me that my worries are far from being appeased.�

My eyes widen in pure
shock and fear. This cannot be! This will not be my fate! I will not let this
happen! I begin to fight him, kicking and punching and clawing at him like a
rabid animal. In my desperation, I�m frantic and I think hysterical, beyond sane
reasoning. And I scream, cursing and brandishing him with every vulgarity I can
think of. He is much stronger than me and I can find no way of getting the upper
hand. My mind knows this but my madness blocks that out.

He finally pins down my
wrists and puts his weight on top of me. �And you swore,� he says mockingly.

�Get the fuck off of me
you freak!� I scream as I persist in my struggle, though I haven�t much leverage
for it.

He moves my wrists all
the way above my head and secures it with one hand. Soon I feel him grip my tail
but my mind cannot register that this is a bad thing as my efforts continue in
earnest. His grip tightens and he pulls roughly. I let out an agonizing scream
as a jolt of pain shoots up my spine towards my skull, making it pulsate
painfully. My back arches, rendering me helpless as I experience temporary
paralysis. Once I collapse from the initial shock my body gives into violent
spasms and my eyes roll back in my head.

As much as I�ve tried, I
can never get used to this excruciating pain. Never.

�Look what you made me
do,� he says accusingly.

When the spell subsides,
I gather myself as best I can and look at him with undisguised hatred, noticing
then that he has gotten off of me. I am relatively helpless after that and he
knows I can do nothing more.

�But I�ll make it better,
my chibi ouji.�

He strokes my tail and
the pain ebbs. It�s quickly replaced by pleasure. �No,� I say meekly in a small
voice. I try to shake my head in refusal but the throbbing won�t abate as
quickly, and I�m hoping and willing him to see that I don�t want this. As much
as pain hurts, I prefer it to this�this disgrace.

�Aahh!� I exclaim as I
fall on the ground with a loud thud. �Shit! What the fuck!� I rub my lower back
so the pain would go away, though it really isn�t that that pains me. I squint
my eyes, looking around to see that I�m outside. The sun is not yet up but the
horizon is starting to glow. Then I look up from where I just came. I did not
intend to fall asleep in that tree last night. �Damn.� And my neck is sore as
hell.

I try desperately not to
think about the dream I just had. �Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!� It�s no use. I growl
in frustration, chanting to myself that I will not let it get to me. It�s just a
stupid dream. Damn Frieza. It means nothing. That�s not my life anymore. But I
can�t help it and my mind circulates the images like it�s the latest thing. It�s
all a swirl and I feel dizzy. My head begins to ache.

I lean my back against
the tree. I feel like shit. And in all honesty I want the earth to open up and
swallow me whole. I got acquainted with the adage that �life sucks� and I have
no problem with that. But how many times must one be bombarded with the notion
and so entirely. Mustn�t it be only fitting that one such as I should be put out
of his misery? Or is it just fate�s cruel way of fucking me up even more? Am I a
joke to the cosmos? Is Kame laughing at me? Are they all? What of Frieza? Does
he have some kind of psychic connection with me even from beyond the grave, that
he can make me dream of his perverted self till I die? Oh, but that would not be
fair to all the spectators. Even in death the psychic connection would not be
severed. No, that would not be a cosmic parody if it were because I am a fucking
joke to everyone! I wonder�does my father see me now? Is he laughing with the
lot of them? Have they made some sort of deal to never let me have peace?

I exasperate myself. I
think I�m insane. It would not be farfetched to think so. I growl even more
frustrated. Well at least I woke up before it got worse. Yeah, like that is
something to be relieved about. The only thing that can possibly cure this is
killing something or a good fight.

I get up but my whole
body is so sore that I fall back down.

Fuck!

I sigh. The hot steamy
water spraying my back is soothing to some extent but not completely. I�m still
annoyed with myself that I slept all night up in that tree. I�ve done it several
times before to come away with a sore neck. But it�s worse today since training
yesterday had been so intense. My whole body was aching then and now it is so
very sore. Not to mention from the fall my lower back is worse off. It doesn�t
really matter too much. It just puts me in a foul mood.

Once I step out the
shower, I flare my ki to dry off. Since no one is awake at this hour I don�t
even bother to put on a towel as I walk down the hall to my room. At my dresser
I pull out one of my sleeveless spandex suits the onna made for me a while ago.
I quickly put it on but when I see what time it is from my nightstand I slow
down. It�s very early. My gloves rest on top of the dresser but I don�t care to
put them on, not even my boots that lay near my bed, least not yet, anyway.

I lay down on my bed with
my hands behind my head. Fresh rays from the rising sun seeped into my room.
Breakfast should be ready in about an hour�s time. I will wait. In the meantime
I close my eyes. I need to just calm myself. These emotions�I don�t want to feel
them. Don�t need to feel.

It has been more than an
hour, three to be exact. I am royally pissed as I sit at the kitchen table. I
thought I could be patient, especially with my recent thoughtfulness and that
fucking dream that I had. I cannot afford to be seen unhinged. So I waited,
knowing that time spent could improve my mood. And it would be better for me
when I train so that I may focus.

I shouldn�t have expected
onna to have breakfast ready at this hour like her mother, especially since she
dragged in the trash last night. However, I just hate to delay my training
because of such blatant tardiness. My hunger prevents me from it; prevents me
from the intense exertions I need to undergo. I will not stand for this!

�Onna!� I yell, going
over to the stairs. My sensitive hearing picks up on faint giggling and the
motion of sheets on bedsprings. I growl in disgust. �Damn whore,� I mutter.

�ONNA!�" I wait a moment
and I still hear those annoying sounds. �ONNA! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS
INSTANT!�

The faint sounds of
foreplay die out. Then I hear stomping. Her bedroom door flies open and here she
comes.

�What the hell do you
want?� she exclaims harshly, standing at the top of the stairs. She places her
hands on her hips scantily clad in a short white silk robe�and I wonder to
myself in the back of my mind: why the hell is she wearing that.

More importantly her
impudence vexes me. She should know better than to be so brazen with me. �What
do you think? It�s morning. Food would be nice! I�ve been waiting for a while
now!�

�Ugh! Is that all you
think about!�

�Onna,� I say in a
warning tone. I cross my arms in aggravation as my eyes draw into slits.

�My name is BULMA, Bul-ma
or is your pea brain too small to grasp that!�

Goodness�we went over
this before.

�I don�t care what your
name is! I am the Saiya-jin no Ouji and I dubbed thee Onna. Now get your lazy
ass down here and feed me before I blast you into oblivion!� I am in no mood to
humor her today! The sooner I eat, the sooner I can train, and the sooner I can
get these fucking thoughts out of my head.

�Damn you Vegeta! You
stupid jerk!�

�I�m waiting�� I say,
scowling doggedly. The bitch is too easy to provoke. Therefore I shall make her
do as I say. I lift one gloved hand and feign I�m inspecting it. �My hand is
itching to kill this morning. I�d rather waste my energy on those damnable bots
in the gravity chamber but if you insist on being my target practice, I�ll more
than oblige.�

�You wouldn�t dare!� I
can see she is trembling but not with fear. She�s indignant. Her eyes are ablaze
with blue fire. They feed my desire for confliction. Her hands balled into
fists. She doesn�t seem to know what to do with them. Then she crossed her arms
forcefully and sneers down at me, unwittingly mirroring my contemptuous stance.
Yes, this onna is the only one.

�You stupid prick! When
mom and dad aren�t around, which is a lot, I am the only one who fixes
the gravity chamber and I am the only one who fixes the training bots and
I am the only one who makes your food and wash your clothes and do every
other thing needed to sustain your worthless ass, you�you fucking bastard!�

I must say, I do not like
that at all but instead of giving her the satisfaction of seeing me affected, I
calmly point out, �No, I believe that�s the weakling who screwed you last
night,� as I admire my cleverness by punning her obscenities.

Confusion play across her
sweet visage for mere seconds, then her eyes flare hotly with realization and
aggravation as a blush of embarrassment join her already flushing anger. �How
dare you, you mother fucking monkey midget!� Her fists fine their way to her
sides, as she stands erect.

That stuns me but I only
lift an eyebrow a millimeter in physical response. She never went so far as to
call me monkey�well that was only once, I believe�or midget or motherfucker,
especially in one setting. I open my mouth to put her in her place but before I
can even utter a sound, the weakling fornicator presents himself at the landing
near Onna in a pair of blue boxers.

�Hey�Bulma baby, chill,�
he says, placing his hands on her shoulders, �no need to get upset.�

Why the hell is he
butting in?! The shithead! I ought to blast him right now for interrupting the
antidote to my frustration.

�What the fuck!� Onna
turns on him. Yes, Onna, give him an earful. That�ll teach him to mess with our
battle of wits.

He puts his hands up in
defense as if to ward off her wrath, with a sweat drop looming on his forehead.
�Come on, babe. There�s no need to get upset. I�m hungry too and I�m sure you
are. We�ve got a long day ahead of us and I don�t think it will do you any good
to keep arguing. Think of all your work, your new project, you�ll need your
strength.�

She stares at him for a
while. �Fine!� Onna spits out.

What the fuck! Just like that? Fine? Fine?! I
growl. He�s making her too soft!

�Motherfucking asshole!�
I mutter indignantly to myself. �Humph, it�s about time!� I say to her as I turn
and walk back into the kitchen. Damn prick! How dare he!

I can hear the onna
coming down the stairs to follow me into the kitchen and her mate treading back
from whence he came. As I sit down at the table, the onna goes straight to the
refrigerator to see what she can make for breakfast.

It really angers me that
that dipstick interrupted what could have been a really good argument. There is
no point in arguing with her now, she won't rise to the bate knowing that she
does have a long day ahead of her. Stupid Briefs and his need to take his mate
with him. If she had stayed here then I would have eaten already and would not
have to have seen the weakling fornicator.

Ugh, there is nothing
that can salvage this already shitty day. Maybe I can spar with Kakkarot� that
always seems to make things better. Well not exactly and since I know I won't be
able to concentrate in my training, he'll just beat me up in an instant. And
although I want to get beaten to a bloody pulp, being beaten too quickly is too
disgraceful. Besides the only way I can get Kakkarot to give me a good fight
like that is to be fully in control of myself. Dammit! Stupid dreams! Damn
Frieza and his perversion! Argh! Fuck him! Fuck life! This all sucks like hell!

�Yamcha stop,� Bulma
utters softly.

I focus my eyes, coming
out of my brooding thoughts and look towards the onna. Her mate, who is now
dressed, has his hands all over her as she giggles nervously. She tries to take
care of her task of making my breakfast but has difficulty as the weakling is
pulling her close to him. The fucker takes advantage of her inability to turn
around so he fondles her shamelessly in front of me. She blushes fiercely with
an awkwardly smile, obviously self-conscious of who is also in the room with
her. �Yamcha, no�� she attempted to whisper with discretion.

�Come on baby, you
weren�t objecting last night,� he murmurs in her ear as he brushes a hand across
one of her breast. The nipple visibly gets hard through the thin fabric as she
lets out a soft moan. I can smell her arousal, which is strangely tantalizing,
considering she�s a human, but a human nonetheless that I want. And at the
moment I feel myself getting angry.

�Dammit! If you two want
to fuck, go somewhere else! I don�t want to loose my appetite!�

The two abruptly turn in
my direction. Onna looks mortified and I feel sorry for her, only slightly. But
the weakling fornicator looks irritated that I interrupted them.

I get up and leave the
room with a thought in my mind that I wish to get rid of but it's so delicious
that I can't help but envision it: what it would be like to taste her�all of
her.

I sit down on the couch
in the living room and close my eyes. What is wrong with me? I have never been
attracted to a woman before for so long, especially one who already has a mate.
But the first time I saw her on Namek-sei, I liked her, at least the way she
looked. But I thought that attraction had dwindled with most trivial things,
considering that my concerns have always been in other more important matters
such as my training.

I sigh. If anything,
thinking about her is a welcome change from thoughts of my past. But still she
is mated and it would be stupid to get infatuated with her now. She did have his
scent all over her but somehow my nose only picked up on her arousal. I wonder
if I can elicit a reaction in her like that, to touch her in ways that baka can
never imagine.

Stupid thoughts! I'm only
using it as a life preserver to get away from the despondency of my dream. How
low is that? This will only breed weakness in me. Although it is a sweet
temptation to think of her, thoughts about my past do help me in one thing and
that is to feed my rage and angst. I need that festering morbidity if anything
and nothing else.

It is a few long minutes
later before Onna comes in the room carrying a tray of food. Her hips sway
enticingly as she saunters towards me. She bends down to place the tray on the
coffee table, her robe inches open slightly revealing nice creamy cleavage.

�About time!� I say, as
my eyes dart away towards hers.

�Sorry to keep your
majesty waiting�a thousand pardons your royal highn-ass,� she says in a
condescending tone enmeshed with sarcasm.

I simply smirk as I watch
her intently, examining her body. A creamy thigh shows slightly. I wonder how
soft she feels. I grimace deeply. She�s only a weakly human. There are plenty
more just as sexy. �Leave my presence, wench.�

�You damn jerk, who the
fuck do you think you�re talking to?�

My piercing gaze lifts
back up to her blazing blue eyes. �Perhaps you should consider who the
fuck you think you�re talking to.�

She glares daggers at me.
Her cheeks flush. Her body stands taut. Her fist balled. Her body�s indignation
is amusing, especially clad in such sparse entrapments. I can even see her hard
nipples. Does she expect me to take her seriously right now? I would rather kiss
her than spew insults.

Waiting for a response
and not receiving one I utter, �Thought so.�

�Asshole,� she mutters,
leaving the room. I chuckle.

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