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Aikouka Keiretsu	By : Mistress535 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First off, let me thank ROGUEFURY for letting me use her
idea, I hope I do it justice.

I was supposed to get this out before Christmas, for
Christmas, but life is funny like that. If Vegeta seems OOC, sorry, but it is
what it is.

Nozomi couldn�t remember why in the Nine Hells she had agreed
to stay at Capsule Corp. with everyone else. Yes, they were celebrating the
holidays together, but was it really worth it? She looked over at Piccolo, who,
in an ironically cruel twist had decided to wear the �normal� clothes she had
packed for him, and was standing leaned against the wall with a jaunty angle to
his slim hips. Her eyes dragged up to his broad shoulders and back down, taking
in the way the thin tee shirt clung to his muscular chest. He caught her
looking at him and smirked, infuriating her.

This was the first time in six months that they hadn�t
shared a bed, and she was being forced to sleep alone, since Piccolo had
purposefully taken it upon himself to stay in the living room. And now, he was
teasing her.

She frowned as she took another slow sip of her hot
chocolate; the only thing Bulma seemed to have other than cider, eggnog, and
the beer Vegeta seemed to constantly drink. To further irritate her, Piccolo
was guzzling hot chocolate like it was going out of style with absolutely no
�ill� effects. The night before, in a fit of frustrated rage, she had examined
the packaging and seen that it was artificially flavored, and had shredded the
box into tiny shreds.

Her hands shook as she took another drink, having to hold
the mug like a drinking glass, and feeling rather than seeing Piccolo�s smug
look at her obvious discomfort. After four days, she was on the verge of going
into heat, especially with the sounds that emanated from Bulma and Vegeta�s
room at night. She reached out and grabbed a Mah Jongg tile, barely looking at
it as she racked it, not seeing Bulma raise an eyebrow. Even Goku was starting
to notice the tension, and she growled as she discarded a tile, her hands
beginning to sweat.

Piccolo forced down his smirk as he crossed his arms and
shifted, feeling the shirt ride up on his hips. She glanced over, almost
choking as she saw it allowed a glimpse of the seam that marked the lower end
of his abdominal plate, and the beginning of his sex. She swallowed, cursing
whoever thought men�s jeans would look good low, and Piccolo for slowly driving
her mad. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she picked up the mug again, only to
have it shatter in her grip, making everyone stare at her.

�Are you alright?� ChiChi asked, jumping up and grabbing a
dish towel.

�Must be all the caffeine,� she said weakly, the tops of her
thighs throbbing from the scalding she�d received.

�Then maybe you should lay off the cocoa,� Bulma suggested
with a slight smile, glancing over and watching Vegeta smirk, �You�re beginning
to twitch.�

She blushed furiously as she got up, deciding to make a
break for it, �I guess I better change pants.�

�A cold shower might be more beneficial,� Vegeta snarked,
enjoying her deepening blush and the shocked jerk as what he�d said sunk in.

She quickly scooted out, almost running into Gohan as he
walked in.

�What happened?� he asked, looking at the shattered mug.

�Something hasn�t gotten into her,� Bulma smirked, hearing
Vegeta snort.

Gohan turned to where Piccolo was standing to ask him what
they were talking about, raising an eyebrow when he saw his former sensei had
disappeared.

x

Nozomi grumbled as she healed the angry red blotches on her
legs, hearing her door open and close, �You�re on my shit list. Thought you
should know.�

He chuckled, watching her pull on another pair of pants,
�Tense are we?�

She glared at him, �This is your fault!�

�Not my fault you can�t control yourself,� he smirked,
wanting her just as much, �You should have thought of that before you told them
we�d stay here.�

�That�s no reason to tease me,� she spat, �Wearing those
tight tee shirts and those damned jeans.�

�You bought them,� he said, leaning against a wardrobe,
�Again, forethought is something you need to work on.�

�If it would help, I�d kill you,� she growled, walking over
to grab his shirt, �You shouldn�t have come in here alone.�

He raised a brow, his confidence leaking into his gaze, �You
do anything, and everyone will know.�

�I don�t care,� she hissed, pulling him down into a heated
kiss, �You�re mine, and I don�t care who knows it or what they think.�

He pulled away from her, an evil glint in his eyes, �You
don�t always get what you want No-chibi.�

He turned around and left, his breath coming faster as he
heard her snarl after him.

She stared at the closed door, her clenched hands shaking at
her sides, and turned back towards the bathroom, thinking a cold shower might
do her wonders.

x

�Hey, where�s Nozomi?� Gohan asked the next morning as he
walked into the kitchen seeing Bulma working on a tiny robot.

�Hmm? Oh, she�s still in the gravity room with Vegeta,� she
replied, �She�s been in there since sun up apparently.�

�Is she alright? She�s acting weird,� he said, pouring
himself a cup of coffee.

�Nothing Piccolo can�t take care of for her,� she smiled,
�Or some really good batteries.�

He stared at her, finally getting the gist of what she was
referring to, turning pink.

x

She growled as another one of her punches slid past Vegeta�s
face, feeling a hard knee connect with her gut and sending her flying back. She
hit the wall and landed on her hands and knees, glaring at him.

�The Namek have you worked up?� he smirked, watching her get
to her feet, �He not giving it to you?�

�I have no idea what you�re talking about,� she snapped,
throwing a bad kick and gaining a punch in the face for it.

�I�ll take that as a no,� he replied, grabbing her leg and
throwing her into the wall again, �You rely too much on his compliance.�

�What?� she asked, too taken aback to block the punch to her
jaw, �Damn it!�

�He should be the one pursuing you,� he said, watching her
get up more slowly, �Instead, you�re letting him beat you.�

�Speaking from personal experience here?� she smirked,
wiping a trail of blood from her lip.

�Hardly,� he scowled, �I get what I want, when I want
it.�

�Sure Ouji,� she said, knowing otherwise, �This where you
offer to give me some sage advise?�

�Humph. What would I
know about seducing men?� he snapped, �You ought to know how to do that on your
own.�

She chuckled as she blocked a roundhouse, wondering why she
was having this conversation, and with Vegeta of all people. He was the one
person who, from the first time she�d met him, had made the most presumptive
comments about her and Piccolo�s relationship for his own amusement and their
discomfort. The thought that she was about to ask him anything resembling
advise was nothing short of ironic, �Well, what would you suggest?�

�Ignore him,� he said, turning off the gravitron and
powering down.

�Should I ask why you care?� she asked, crossing her arms.

�It�s getting on my nerves,� he said, beginning to walk out.

She shook her head and thought about what little he�d said.
Ignoring Piccolo might just be the key, if she could manage it that is. She
smirked to herself, deciding to take it a step further and be even more passive
aggressive.

x

Piccolo took another languid sip of cocoa, leaning back in
his chair comfortably. He could feel Nozomi off in the compound somewhere, no
doubt pouting, and was alone for the first time in days. Everyone save Vegeta
and Goku were gone for some last minute shopping, and the two Saiyans were
currently sparring in the gravity room. He heaved a relieved sigh, able to
finally clear his mind somewhat. He knew he should use the opportunity to find
Nozomi and at least relieve her of some tension; after all, it wasn�t as if he
wouldn�t enjoy it as well. But, it was nice, in some sadistic sort of way, to
reduce her to begging him for it later on. He was rationalizing by saying this
was making up for all the times she had mercilessly teased him to the point of
exasperation.

He heard heels clicking towards the kitchen and raised a
brow, jaw dropping as Nozomi walked through the door. The first thing he
noticed was the red silk corset top, the second the way it looked as if her
breasts were about to pop out of it. He watched her pass, gaze sliding down to
take in the matching mini skirt, her long, lithe legs slightly flexed by the
black patent pumps. Swallowing, he watched her lift her hair off her shoulders
as she twisted it into a sexy haphazard bun, a few strands falling around her
face. He blinked as she turned around and raised an eyebrow, her wine-colored
lips slightly pouty.

�What?�

He frowned, realizing what she was doing, �I should be
asking you that.�

She shrugged, �I felt like getting dressed up before I went
out.�

His eyes narrowed, �Out where?�

She sauntered over and pulled the mug out of his hand,
taking a small sip before she answered, �Out.�

He growled, glancing down at the half nude breasts that had
been thrust in his face, �And you�re going like that?�

�I was thinking about it,� she said with a sigh at the end,
�I�ve got a few last minute things to do.�

�Like what?�

�Oh, now you�re
interested,� she said, avoiding his question, �How amusing.�

�Cut this shit out,� he snapped, his pants maddeningly
tight, �I�m not going to fuck you
and that�s that.�

�I didn�t realize you fucked
me,� she frowned.

He rolled his eyes, seeing exactly where this was going, and
took another drink of cocoa. She clenched her jaw and turned to the
refrigerator, getting out the eggs and milk. After a few minutes, Piccolo
turned around, watching her rolling out some kind of dough. Normally it
wouldn�t have gotten a second glance, but seeing her do it in a corset - with a
smear of flour across the top of one tawny breast - was enough to make him
stare. She gave him a look that could have soured milk and finished cutting out
cookies, putting them on a sheet and then into the oven.

He leaned down as she was bent over, catching a glimpse of
white lace, and thought if he wasn�t trying to win whatever game they were now
playing she�d be bent over the counter, and to Hell with everyone else. He
managed to turn back around as she glanced over her shoulder, and heard her
huff.

�I�m out of hot chocolate,� he said, holding up his empty
mug.

�Fuck you, and fuck your hot chocolate!� she hissed, wanting
to bludgeon him with the empty mug as she nevertheless snatched it away to make
more.

She picked up the can of mix and looked at the back,
smirking evilly as she read the directions, looking at the little chocolate
teddy bears in a covered dish on the counter. Getting out a pot, she poured in
some milk to start it heating, making sure that Piccolo wasn�t watching her as
she snatched one of the chocolates. As the milk heated, she dropped one in,
wanting to cackle as its little bear face melted. She added the mix, tasting it
and finding it was inconspicuous upon first taste, and poured him a mug.

�Here�s your damn cocoa, your highness,� she grumbled,
plunking it down and going to take out her cookies, �I hope you choke on it.�

He held back a chuckle as he took a sip, pulling the mug
away and looking at it, �What did you do to this?�

�I used milk,� she snapped, �It not good enough for you
now!�

�It�s better than what Bulma makes,� he admitted, taking another
drink and frowning, �Did you use a different mix?�

�No Piccolo, I didn�t,� she said, now looking at the back of
his head as he took a large swig with a pleased smile on her face, �I used the
same mix. You must taste the teddy bear.�

�Teddy bear?� he asked, turning around and seeing her smirk,
watching her pull the dish over and take out a chocolate. She showed it to him
before she laid it on her tongue and ate it, what she�d done dawning on him,
�You wouldn�t.�

She crossed her arms, watching his cheeks start to flush and
knowing it was hitting him, �Wouldn�t I?�

His breath caught in his throat as he looked into the mug,
�Do you know what you�ve done?�

�Perfectly well,� she said smugly, �Exacting a tiny bit of
revenge.�

�Nozomi, this isn�t funny,� he rasped, trying to decide
whether he wanted to kill her or fuck her first.

�I didn�t do it to be funny,� she said, walking over and
leaning down so she was eye level with him, �I did it to see the look on your
face when I tell you that you and your right hand are going to get very
familiar.�

He glowered at her, �I don�t think so.�

She chuckled darkly, �Really? What are you gonna do P-sama?
Take me?�

�Exactly,� he said, grabbing her by the throat and pulling
her down into a bruising kiss, feeling her react, �And then I�m going to decide
whether or not to kill you.�

�You don�t have it in you,� she challenged, grabbing his
wrist and twisting his hand off her, feeling unbearably wet.

�We�ll see,� he snarled, getting up and knocking his chair
into the floor, shoving her against the wall and attacking her lips again.

She pulled at his shirt, wrapping her legs around his waist
and groaning when he nipped down her neck. She felt him roughly push up her
skirt and drag his claws over her ass, almost breaking the skin, and realized
this wasn�t going to be their usual bout of lovemaking. His hand slipped around
her throat again and he growled at her, his onyx eyes burning into her sapphire
ones.

�I want you,� she gasped, feeling his grip tighten and
momentarily cutting off her air.

�Trust me, you�re gonna get it,� he rumbled, enjoying her
shudder at the lusty viciousness in his voice.
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