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Aikouka Keiretsu	By : Mistress535 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She gasped as he released her throat, letting out a startled
yell as he pushed her away only to grab her by the arm and begin marching her
up to the bedroom. His grip on her arm was vice-like and admittedly painful,
�What in Hell is-�

�Shut up,� he ordered, squeezing her arm even harder. He
wanted her more than he could ever remember, but he was livid beyond belief at
being forced into this situation, and he was going to make sure she remembered
it.

At the increase in pressure on her arm, se began wondering
about the intelligence of her actions, even though she knew he�d never
intentionally harm her. Well, not much anyway. They barely made it to her room
when he slung her on the bed and ripped off her skirt and panties off in one
fell swoop. She retreated slightly from him as he tore off his tee shirt and
began undoing his pants, watching him glance up at her. Seeing she was backing
up, he grabbed an ankle and jerked her back towards him, flipping the pump off
her foot with a thumb. He grabbed her other foot, taking that shoe off, pulling
her up by the front of the corset and pushing her against the wall again. He
felt her tremble as he pulled her up and pinned her with his hips, nostrils
flaring as his already painful arousal began to throb.

He reached between them and freed his weeping erection from
the confines of his jeans, suddenly filling her with one hard thrust. With a
loud groan, he began shoving into her with rough abandon, the chocolate�s
effects taking full hold as he repeatedly buried himself in her tight, moist
heat. He forced his clenched eyes open and saw the flush across her cheeks as
her head fell back, resting his fangs on her bounding pulse as he put his hands
behind her knees and pushed her legs up near her sides. She struggled to
breathe, the position he had her in and the corset making it difficult, as were
the sensations flowing through her. He threatened to break the skin of her
throat and she moaned breathlessly, clutching at the wall above her.

He growled out her name as she slipped over the edge,
feeling her buck against him and loving the air-starved way she called his
name. Letting go of her legs, he leaned away, tearing the corset off and
looking at her breasts as they bounced in time with his thrusts now that they were
free. Groaning, he moved them over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and
laying back. She panted, trying to regain her breath and composure, barely
feeling him grasp her hips. He began pushing and pulling her into the rhythm he
wanted, watching himself slip in and out of her, and feeling her nails grazing
his chest as she whimpered. Still on the fringes of her first orgasm, she was
quickly building towards another as he held her hips still above him and began
slamming into her again. Her eyes slid open and met his heated gaze, and she
bit her lip against a moan as she began tumbling over the edge again.

�I want to hear you,� he panted, watching her cheeks darken,
groaning as she nearly screamed in her release.

x

Goku raised an eyebrow as he walked down the hall, pausing
at the door to Nozomi�s guestroom, hearing a loud, obviously female moan. It
was followed by a male moan, and he blinked, putting his ear against the door
and listening.

�Kakarot, what are you doing?�

He jumped and turned around, watching Vegeta raise a brow as
another moan leaked into the hall, �I was just, seeing if . . . Uh, who was in
there.�

Vegeta �hmphed�, walking past the other Saiyan to get to his
own room, �You know who�s in there. The brat and the Namek.�

�Nozomi and . . . Piccolo?!� Goku asked, obviously trying to
figure it out.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, �If you�re that curious, why don�t
you open the damned door?!�

Goku flushed and shook his head, �No! I�m fine!�

�Then stop standing there and go do something, preferably
bathe,� Vegeta snapped, slamming his door.

�Oh, right,� he said, heading towards his room and wondering
when ChiChi would be back.

x

She felt a bead of sweat slide between her breasts, another
dripping off the end of her nose. Exhaustion was starting to set in, and she
felt his erection twitch inside her, wanting to roll her eyes. The feel of lips
brushing along her wrists made her smile, and she opened her heavily lidded
eyes, seeing he was staring at her. He sat up and pulled her against him,
capturing her lips as he began moving backwards on the bed. When he was in the
center, he moved out from under her and positioned her on her hands and knees, kneeling
behind her. She turned her head and looked back at him as he held her hips,
crying out as he sheathed himself in her again, the position creating a new
kind of friction. He began moving against her slowly, enjoying her mewling
cries and unrestrained moans, �Talk to me.�

�Harder,� she gasped, hearing the sound of their flesh
meeting and groaning, �Faster!�

He obliged her, finally beginning to feel like he was
getting close, �Louder!�

�Oh! Pl- Please! Don�t- Don�t stop!� she moaned, past the
point of caring if anyone heard her, �Yes! YES! AAAHHH!�

He growled, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

�Please! Pi- Piccolo! I need-�

�Tell me,� he groaned, watching her back arch, �Tell me
Nozomi.�

She screamed in release, her arms shaking before they gave
out, and she collapsed onto the bed. He still held her hips, feeling her spasm
around him and knowing it wouldn�t be much longer. Pulling out of her again, he
flipped her to her back, pulling her legs around his waist and easily sliding
into her dripping core, hearing her breath hiss through her teeth. He held her
close, gently kissing over her neck, all anger and thoughts of retaliation gone
as he rested his lips behind her ear. She sighed as he moved slowly, her hands
shaking as she ran them up his back, sensing the change in him.

He was so close, could feel it just beyond his reach, and he
moved slowly towards it. Pushing up slightly, he looked down at her. Taking in
her disheveled hair, kiss-bruised lips, and half-lidded eyes, he groaned,
marveling at the very sight of her. Leaning back down, he kissed over her neck
to her shoulder, finding without trying the small marks on her shoulder. He
grazed them with his fangs, hearing her sharp intake of breath, and then sank
his teeth into her flesh.

She howled as a final orgasm rushed over her, and as it
began to ebb she latched onto Piccolo�s shoulder, feeling him jerk. His back
arched and he yelled as he came furiously, spikes of pleasure shooting from his
shoulder to his groin, resting his forehead against hers as he panted. Finally
regaining control, he lifted his weight off her, smiling as he saw she was
asleep. He covered her with the comforter before he left for the bathroom,
feeling completely relaxed and at ease.

x

Piccolo listened as everyone came into the family room, back
in his familiar gi, cape, and turban. He opened an eye slightly as they crowded
on the couch, seeing that he�d been asleep for nearly an hour.

�Where�s Nozomi?� ChiChi asked, sitting next to Goku and
handing him a beer, �Don�t tell me she�s still training.�

She shot Piccolo a glare.

Goku stopped chugging long enough to speak, �No, she�s not
training.�

�Well, where is she then?� Bulma said from the fridge, not
catching Vegeta�s smirk.

�Oh, she�s in bed,� Goku replied nonchalantly, �I guess she
was tired from earlier.�

�She was in the gravity room most of the day,� ChiChi said, �She
trains too hard.�

�So what did you do Vegeta? I know you didn�t stay in the
gravity room all afternoon with Goku,� Bulma said, handing him a beer.

Piccolo glanced at Vegeta, who calmly leaned back against
the couch, �I watched TV.�

Piccolo was beginning to sweat, They were both here?! Shit!

�There�s no need asking Piccolo. He probably did what he�s
doing now, ignoring everyone,� Krillin joked, watching Piccolo shoot him a
glare, raising a brow when Vegeta snorted.

�He wasn�t ignoring Nozomi,� Goku said, his eyes widening as
his mouth snapped shut.

Piccolo�s eyes flew open and he flushed purple, mouth
slightly agape. Vegeta chuckled and put an arm up on the couch behind Bulma,
choosing to remain silent.

�Oh. Well, that explains it,� Bulma said, �No wonder she
passed up shopping.�

�Huh?� Krillin asked, looking at Piccolo�s shocked face, his
own eyes widening, �No way!�

Piccolo �hmphed�, closing his eyes again and trying to block
them out. Unfortunately, Nozomi picked that moment to walk in, looking haggard in
a turtleneck and baggy jeans, her hair in a wet bun. She walked over to the
fridge and got her own beer, turning and seeing a few of them staring at her, �What?�

�Vegeta�s actually been right all along?!� Krillin asked.

�What?� she countered, confused.

�You and Piccolo are doing it?!�

She choked on the beer, glancing at Piccolo before scowling
at Krillin, �Tact isn�t a strength of yours, is it?�

�So you are,� Bulma smirked, leaning back against Vegeta�s
arm.

�Why does it matter? Do you seriously have nothing better to
do than discuss with whom or if I�m �doing it�?� Nozomi said, �I don�t ask you
about your sex lives, and quite frankly, don�t care.�

Piccolo had to hand it to her; she was good at being vague.

�Like rabbits,� Vegeta said, finishing off his beer.
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