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By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: I hadn't planned on things going this way, but I decided to use this story for writing practice. Truthfully, I've never written a story with any lemons in it, and whenever I've tried in the past, it hasn't come out right or ends up being really awkward. So I'm going to try and improve my writing in that area with this story. So be prepared for several pretty graphic sex scenes throughout this story, starting with this chapter. Like I said, I hadn't intended for things to turn out this way, but sometimes stories write themselves, and I don't hold back on my creativity. If you're not a fan of lemons, sorry. Hope you enjoy the chapter.)
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Chapter 9: Seducing A Saiyan
Sometimes time went by fast. Sometimes it went by slowly. Trunks wished that this was one of
the times that it had gone by fast. But it didn’t. During these past three months, the days seemed to drag on and on. It wasn’t due to boredom, or the near isolation he went through, it was a different reason entirely. Actually, it wasn’t even a thing, but a person, the only other person around.
Since day one of their journey, 18 had increased her advances on him. Trunks would ignore her as best as he could, but she was not making it easy. And to make matters worse, he was stuck with her. The spaceship wasn’t that big, and it wasn’t like he could just run away like he could back on Earth. 18 knew this, and used it to her advantage.
Trunks hated this. The sexual tension between them was driving him crazy. He tried desperately to remember who she was and what she had done, but the more she attempted to seduce him, the less rational he was able to think.
Their training sessions were the hardest. During these times, the two of them were forced to engage in physical contact. He was also becoming distracted quite frequently when they spared, his eyes landing on certain aspects of her body rather than openings in her defense. 18 took notice of where his attention was occasionally drawn and would repeatedly use her body to either distract him in battle or to continue her seduction attempts. Trunks honestly didn’t know how much longer he could last.
‘She’s just an android. She’s killed millions of people. She tormented me on a daily basis. She murdered Gohan and the others.’
But this chant was having less and less affect. Sure 18’s attitude was the same as it had been back in her destructive days, but she was not a killer anymore. Still, Trunks would not allow himself to give in to his desires.
‘Just a few more days and we get to New Namek.’
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only that seemed to realize this. 18 could see that she was indeed getting through to the stubborn saiyan, but it was taking longer than she thought. She had managed to steal several kisses from him, let him catch glimpses of her when she was changing or finished showering, but he wouldn’t do anything about it. She wondered why. It was more than apparent that Trunks was attracted to her, they were, or had been, boyfriend and girlfriend, she had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t see her lack of memories as being taken advantage of, and, most importantly, she wanted him too. So why?
‘Why do you have to be so noble?’ she wondered irritably.
This trip had been the perfect opportunity. There was nowhere he could run, not many ways to distract himself aside from training, and, most of all, there was no one else around. But once they reached New Namek, they would be on a mission, and much of her hard work of working through his defenses would be lost.
‘It’s time to take things up a notch.’ she decided with a smirk.
Getting changed, she headed down to the training room where she knew Trunks was. Her eyes lit up when she saw him doing his workout. He wore no shirt, allowing her to admire his muscular figure. His long lavender hair flew around his handsome face as he threw punches and kicks at imaginary targets.
‘Soon, Trunks, you will be mine.’ She silently vowed, staring at him hungrily. ‘If I want something, I’m not going to stop until I get it.’
She stepped into the room, flinching momentarily from the increased gravity. She cleared her throat to make herself known, but Trunks didn’t seem to hear her.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked. Trunks tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face. 18 winced at his impact. “Sorry, you ok?”
Trunks struggled to lift himself up and glanced at her. “Yeah, just fine.”
18 nodded. “So… can I join you?”
She noticed him hesitate, his eyes lingering on her figure. Good, he couldn’t even be in her presence with eyeing her.
“Y-Yeah, I guess so.”
18 stretched, showing off certain aspects of her body. “Good. I’ll just be over here… warming up.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Trunks watch her. Now she just had to hold his attention for a little while longer, then she could put her plan into action.
For an hour, she did stretches and warm ups. Normally she and Trunks would be sparing at this point, but she didn’t ask yet. And she knew that the young saiyan was waiting for her to ask. Keep him in anticipation; that was her plan. Or at least part of it.
Finishing her thousandth one-finger pushup, she jumped to her feet and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She noted that Trunks was watching her again out of the corner of his eye. She grinned as she removed the heavy body weights, letting them crash to the floor.
“Stand clear.” She told him. “I’m going to work on my dodging.”
Trunks nodded and moved to the other side of the room. 18 cracked her knuckles and neck before turning to the wall. Now was the time to put the next part of her plan into action.
Powering up, she fired off several blasts of energy at the wall. The energy blasts reflected off the wall and bounced back at her. She dodged the blasts as they flew back at her and bounced off the wall again, coming at her from behind.
After about a minute, she fired some more blasts. There were now fifteen balls of energy flying around her, bouncing off the walls as she dodged them. Whenever one or more would crash into each other, she would fire others off to take their place.
‘Time to do this. Gotta aim this right.’
Making sure Trunks wasn’t looking, she intentionally allowed the energy blasts to hit her. The blasts were weak and didn’t really hurt, but they did enough damage to suit her purpose.
Trunks turned to the explosion, seeing 18 lost in a cloud of smoke. “Hey, 18, you ok?”
18 coughed, waving the smoke out of her face. “Fine, just lost my footing.”
“Alright, just be more care…ful…”
He trailed off and his eyes widened as he took in 18’s state of dress. Or undress really. Most of her clothes had been disintegrated from the energy blasts that she had intentionally let hit her. She was now showing a great deal of skin.
‘Oh hell…’ Trunks silently swore, unable to take his eyes off her.
Even though she was aware of Trunks’ gaze on her, she pretended not to notice as she gazed down at her ruined workout clothes. “Great. Well, I guess that’s it for these clothes.”
“Y-Yeah…” Trunks mumbled, looking away as a blush stained his cheeks. “You should probably go change.”
She dusted herself off. “It’ll be fine. I’ll just finish up and toss them. No point in dirtying more clothes.”
Trunks groaned. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was he was a healthy young man with ranging hormones who was living with a truly gorgeous woman who very obviously wanted him. It was hard enough to ignore her when she was dressed in normal clothes, but in this state of dress.
‘I’ve gotta get out of here.’ he decided, and began heading to the door.
18 noticed he was leaving. Actually, running away was probably a better way of putting it. “Where you going?”
Trunks stopped, but he wouldn’t look at her. “To take a shower. I’m done for today.”
‘Not if I have anything to say about it.’ “Could you stay a few minutes longer and spare with me?”
She saw him tense. “I-I don’t think… that’s not such a good idea.”
18 raised an eyebrow, pretending to look puzzled. “Why? We spare all the time.”
“Y-Yeah,” he turned to her, “but you weren’t…” He struggled to find the right words.
“Weren’t what?” she asked, having to hide a smirk. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. “I don’t see the problem?”
“18, we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Trunks struggled to find something to say. “I have… things to do…”
Clearly frustrated, 18’s eyes narrowed. “Will you just spare with me, you big baby.”
Trunks sighed, turning back to her. “Fine, but real fast.”
18 smirked, and the two of them began to spare. She quickly gained the advantage, as Trunks kept getting distracted as they fought.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, aiming a kick at his head. “Your skills seem a bit off today.”
Trunks blocked the kick and fired a blast of energy. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
18 avoided the blast and slammed her fist into Trunks’ jaw. “You don’t seem fine. You keep slipping up.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Trunks insisted.
His fist made contact, but he realized a moment later that it was an After Image he had attacked. His arms were suddenly locked behind him as 18 grabbed him from behind.
“Got you now.” she purred in his ear, making sure to press her chest against his back.
Trunks felt a shiver run up his spin. That was it; he was at his limit. If he didn’t get out of here now, he was going to do something he would regret.
He transformed, suddenly gaining the upper hand. Doing a back flip, he slipped out of 18’s grip. Once behind her, he dropped down and kicked her feet out from under her. 18 went down, and he was suddenly on top of her, pinning her down.
“Nope, looks like I got you.” he told her.
18 just smirked; he had played right into her hands. ‘Wrong, it’s me that got you. You fell right into my trap.’
Taking advantage of their close proximity, 18 kissed him. Trunks was caught off guard, though he didn’t know why this surprised him; he should have expected this from her.
He made the mistake of releasing her arms, and she immediately wrapped them around him. Months of pent up sexual frustration bubbled to the surface. All rational thought was leaving him, but he managed to collect his thoughts enough to pull away. But 18 kept a firm hold on him. He was forced to reach up and pry her arms off of him.
“18, no.” he grunted.
She visibly pouted. “Come on, Trunks. You know I want you.”
“I said no.” he told her getting up. “We’re not doing this. Not now, not ever.”
He turned to leave. 18’s eyes narrowed and she jumped to her feet. Trunks had barely taken two steps before she pounced on him, bringing them both down.
“I’m not letting you escape, Trunks.” She purred in his ear. “I’m tired of playing games with you. Stop trying to be a gentleman.”
Trunks was reaching his breaking point. He powered up to Ascended Saiyan, his sudden burst of energy throwing the android off him. 18 suddenly found herself up against the wall with a very aroused saiyan in front of her, his eyes glazed over in lust.
‘He’s mine now.’
Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, 18 pressed her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. The rest of Trunks’ self control snapped and he began kissing her back, the two of them lost in a state of lust and passion.
18 remained wrapped around Trunks as he moved them away from the wall. They went crashing down, rolling about in a tangle of limbs. Trunks ripped off the remainder of 18’s clothes, immediately going for her breasts. 18 sighed in pleasure, holding his head to her chest as he ravished her.
‘Yes… at last…’ She looked down at the young saiyan. ‘I knew I’d get you.’
Grabbing his face, she pressed more kisses to his lips, nipping him playfully. Trunks growled and rolled them over so he was on top, his saiyan side demanding dominance. 18 didn’t mind in the least as she reached up and tore his shorts off.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rubbed herself against him, trying to get as close as possible. “Trunks…” she breathed.
Hearing his name seemed to awaken him from his lust crazed state somewhat. 18 seemed to realize this, but refused to let him run away.
Grabbing his hair, she looked straight into his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop! Not now! I’m not waiting any longer!”
The saiyan’s eyes once again clouded over in lust, and he devoured her lips again. With a mental sigh of relief, 18 returned his passion. She could feel him at her entrance, and she opened herself up to him. Even if Trunks’ mind had cleared, it was far too late to stop now.
‘Take me now!’ she ordered him telepathically.
With a powerful thrust, he was inside her. 18 inhaled a deep breath at the sensation. There was no pain, though she didn’t know if it was because they had done this before or because all her training had caused her maidenhead to tear. Arching her back in pleasure, she decided she didn’t care. They were together now, and that was all that mattered.
Their lovemaking was fierce and passionate. Trunks thrusted into her with the speed of a saiyan, and 18 met each of his thrusts, wriggling beneath him in pleasure, her nails wracking down his back. Their gasps and moans echoed through the ship as they lost themselves in each other, finally unleashing their built up desires for one another.
Shortly after 18 cried out her release, Trunks exploded inside her. The two collapsed in exhaustion, the enhanced gravity crushing them together, but neither of them noticed as they panted in each other’s ear.
‘Beautiful.’ 18 thought, riding out the last few waves of her climax. ‘So worth the wait.’
As her heart rate slowed down, she turned her face into the crook of his neck and nuzzled him affectionately. “I finally got through to you.” she whispered to him.
On top of her, Trunks’ breathing slowly returned to normal. With his lust sated, rational thought began to return. With it came the realization of what he had just done. He suddenly felt sick. He had gone and done what he had promised himself he would never do. He’d gone and fucked 18.
How could he do that? What the hell was wrong with him? He had allowed 18 to seduce him. Damn it, and damn her for doing this to him.
Pulling out of her depths, he got to his feet and rushed out of the room. 18 blinked, surprised by his sudden departure. It was like he had just disappeared. She didn’t know why she was so surprised; she had expected this. She knew that after the sudden round of sex-
‘Incredible sex,’ she thought.
-that Trunks would be sure to run away. She had hoped he wouldn’t, but she had expected him to.
“So you’re running from me again.” she said out loud to herself. “Guess I’ll just have to catch you before you run too far.” She chuckled. “Cause I’m not letting you go, Trunks. Not now.”
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Trunks was in the shower, standing beneath the ice cold water, trying to rid himself of the remaining sensations that coupling with 18 had left behind. He still couldn’t believe he had done it. What would his mother say? Oh God, what would his father say? He had screwed one of his father’s killers.
He guessed he shouldn’t have been surprised. Somewhere deep down, ever since 18 had first attempted to seduce him, he’d known that this would happen eventually. 18 was a very beautiful, very willing woman, and he was a healthy young man, and a saiyan at that. He supposed he should give himself credit for lasting as long as he did.
But now that it was out of his system, he hoped he would be able to ignore her advances from now on. Because somehow he felt that this wasn’t the end of it. 18 seemed to be dead set at rekindling their never-having-existed relationship. Even though he’d made it clear that he didn’t want to get involved with her, she certainly wanted to get involved with him. Damn it all to Hell, out of all the women in the world, why did it have to be her? Why one of the androids that had made his life a living hell?
“She’s not that bad. She just needs some help, that’s all.”
He remembered Krillin saying that. He had no idea what had gone on between the android and his fellow Z Warrior to make him think that, but from what Trunks had seen of 18, both past and present 18, they were both just as ruthless. He saw no difference between the past and present androids.
‘She’s not the same anymore.’ Came that annoying voice in the back of his head that he assumed was his conscious. ‘Her days as a murderer are gone for good, and Mother reprogrammed her to be a savior. She shouldn’t be a threat.’
He hated to admit it, but when 18 wasn’t terrorizing the planet, she really wasn’t so bad. Infuriating at times, but still tolerable. If he had to say it, he would even admit that they were… friends. Had he been told a year ago that the two of them would be friends, he would have assumed that it was either a bad joke, or an insult. And though things were different between them now, that did not mean that he wanted to get into a sexual relationship with her.
‘Bit late for that.’ He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. ‘No, a one-night-stand does not count as a sexual relationship. It won’t happen again.’
But he was still ashamed. Having given in to her made him feel weak. To think that he, the most powerful being in the universe, had fallen to his former enemy’s seduction was infuriating. He thought he was stronger than this. Why a former enemy?
Perhaps it ran in the family. After all, just look at his mother and father. In the past, his father would have killed his mother as soon as he would look at her, and his mother surely wouldn’t have shed a tear if his father had died. Yet somehow they had ended up together. His mother was able to love his father regardless of his dark past.
‘But he changed willingly.’ Trunks reminded himself. His father had made the conscious decision to leave behind his destructive ways. 18 did not. She wasn’t even aware of the destruction she’d caused, and therefore couldn’t make the decision to leave that life behind.
‘But isn’t it similar with Goku’s case?’
His mother had told him the story of Goku’s origin. As a child, Goku had been like all saiyans, ruthless and destructive, wanting nothing to do with his adoptive grandfather’s love. But after a hit to the head, all that viciousness had been knocked out of him, and Goku became the pure-hearted person he was.
Trunks’ fist slammed against the wall, cracking the tile. This was so infuriating. Why was he even having this mental debate? He had already decided that nothing more would happen between him and 18. When he woke up tomorrow, he would pretend that this had all been a dream.
So lost in his thoughts he was that he wasn’t aware of the shower door opening and 18 stepping in. But he did take notice when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. He tensed up as 18 pressed her naked chest to his back, resting her head on his shoulder.
“W-What are you doing?” he asked.
18 just smirked. “You’re trying to run away again, but I’m not letting you.”
Trunks’ fists clenched as he attempted to get control of himself. “I’m not running away.”
She chuckled. “Yes, you are. You don’t want to admit what you’re feeling.”
“Not true.”
“Oh really?” She reached for the faucet handle, turning on the hot water. “Then why are you standing here under the cold water?”
Trunks’ eyes narrowed. “How I take my showers is of no concern to you.” He cursed himself for his miserable excuse. “What are you doing in here anyway?”
She ran her hands up his rock-hard abs. “We have unfinished business.”
The saiyan growled. “That shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Lets just forget about it and pretend it never happened.”
18’s grip on him tightened as she planted kisses on his shoulder. “I can’t do that. I’ve waited for you for too long. You may think I’m being very forward, and maybe I am, but I’m not shy about what I want.”
Trunks brushed off her arms. “I’m serious about this, 18.”
The android’s playful expression left her face. “I just don’t understand you. Isn’t it supposed to be the man that seduces the woman? You’d think any normal man would jump at the chance of having a willing woman offering herself.” She slid seductively around him until they were facing each other. “I don’t know why you bother to deny the attraction between us.” Trunks opened his mouth to reply, but 18 cut him off. “And don’t you bother to deny it. I can tell you’re attracted to me. I can see it in the way you look at me, with the way you behave around me. And this,” Trunks gasped as she grabbed his erection, “is the biggest indication that you want me. So why do you fight this?”
Trunks eyes were clenched shut tightly. “I don’t want to want you.”
18 frowned. “Why? Because I lost my memories of our time together? I can’t help that, Trunks. I’m trying to make the best of this, but you’re making it really hard. I told you that I don’t care about my lost past. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Trunks felt his control slipping again. “Well, it matters to me. I don’t want a relationship.”
18 looked mildly irritated. But then she smiled seductively. “Then I’m just going to have to change your mind.” She began trailing kisses down his chest, getting down on her knees while Trunks stood frozen solid. “Impressive. I didn’t get to see it last time.”
A blush stained Trunks cheeks as he shut his eyes, refusing to look at her. He heard her chuckle before her mouth engulfed him, causing him to suck in a breath. His body tensed as her mouth worked over him. The sensations were overwhelming.
“18…” he grunted, trying to fight off the waves of ecstasy running over him.
She looked up at him, giving him a smile. “Yes, Trunks?”
“Please stop.”
With a lustful look in her eyes, 18 stood up, making sure to rub her breasts against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding herself close. “Make me.” she replied, pressing her lips to his.
Trunks felt his control slipping again. In a last ditch effort to stay sane, he grabbed her and held her up against the wall, breathing heavily. That’s when he made the mistake of looking up at her. She was staring at him lustfully, making his blood boil.
‘Fuck it!’ he decided. ‘Just for tonight!’
This time he kissed her. 18’s eyes widened in surprise, but she was pleasantly surprised. She kissed him back, her tongue dueling with his. This was different than last time. Trunks was fully aware of what he was doing, and who he was doing it with.
18 jumped up, wrapping her legs around him as Trunks devoured her mouth. He pressed her up against the shower wall and she gasped at the sensation of being crushed between the cool tiles and his warm hot body.
“Now.” she told him. “Now!”
She cried out as he thrusted into her again. The feeling of doing it in the shower while the hot water poured over them heightened their pleasure. She bit his shoulder as he thrusted into her, bringing them closer to climax.
“I’m not letting go.” She whispered into his ear as they built up a rhythm.
Through Trunks’ clouded mind, he heard her words. And he knew that she meant it. But at the moment, he didn’t care.
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The sound of an alarm going off woke Trunks from his sleep. Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Careful not to wake up 18, he got out of bed and went over to the control panel. A button was flashing brightly, and he pressed it. A map appeared on screen, showing him where they were. But it was the message on the screen that had his full attention.
“Trunks?” He turned around to see 18 sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as well. “What’s going on?”
He turned back to the screen. “We’re here.” he told her. “We’ve arrived at New Namek.”

(A/N: Too bad Trunks couldn't have resisted her for one more day. This isn't the end of their dancing around each other though. Some of you may be thinking that 18 was being a bit forward, but as she said, she's not afraid to go after what she wants. By the way, how was this chapter? It's only the second lemon I've ever written, and I never have been really good at such scenes, but I'm trying to improve my writing weaknesses. Thanks for reading, and thanks in advance for the reviews, hint, hint.)
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