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• Passion and Possession	By : serenestorm Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 7026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
  Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

• Chapter List
  • 1-Passion and Possession
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  Serenestorm

  
  
  

  Passion and Possession

  
  
  

  One Shotter

  
  
  

   

  
  
  

  Disclaimer:  Don’t own, never did, never will. 

  
  
  

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  I know one thing and one thing only. 

  
  
  

  I want him. 

  
  
  

  I crave him with every fiber of my being and have for a
  long time, ever since I can remember.  I watch him now, as he moves along
  with the rest of the bodies at this stupid party my mother has forced me to
  attend, said I had no choice since Capsule Corp was hosting it.  He’s
  losing himself to the music, which is up beat, gyrating, hips undulating to the
  melody. 

  
  
  

  Dende, I love
  him. 

  
  
  

  He is the only
  reason I came, regardless of my mother’s insistence.  I am my father’s
  child, I wouldn’t have come; no one could have made me come, had I not wanted
  to.  And I did, so I dressed in flowing black silk that seemed to
  illuminate the alabaster of my skin and the blueness of my eyes and hair. 
  I look like the princess my father’s always telling me I am. 

  
  
  

  Yes, I came only to see him. 

  
  
  

  I wanm tom to see me too. 

  
  
  

  Yet he never even turns to me as he sways to the beat, not
  dancing with anyone, even though two women (or sluts as I would refer to them
  as) are all up on him.  He doesn’t seem to notice them though.  I
  stand against an isolated wall alone, as I want to be, for some reason. 

  
  
  

  I can spot Pan, my best friend, dancing with her latest
  squeeze.  She flashes me a quizzical look, probably wondering why I am not
  dancing myself, for usually I live to party.  If only she knew I’m
  standing here watching her father with lustful eyes and a seductive smile. 
  I wonder what she would think then, if she knew how I felt. 

  
  
  

  I really don’t care. 

  
  
  

  She really shouldn’t blame me.  How could she? 
  Didn’t she know that her father just radiated sensuality?  I don’t know
  why her crazy bitch of a mother left him.  Videl
  had to be nuts. 

  
  
  

  He still hasn’t noticed me watching him.  He is
  covered in black. 

  
  
  

  Black jeans that hug him in all the right
  places, a black silk shirt, black boots. 
  

  
  
  

  His tail is wrapped securely around his waist and his wild
  black hair sways with his movements.  He had let it grow out since Videl left him.  It looks now just as it di the the
  pictures I’ve seen of him as a boy.  He was handsome then as well but he’s
  absolutely edible now.  I want to consume him and I’m tired of waiting
  really, the shit is getting boring.  I’m tired of wanting, never to
  have. 

  
  
  

  Fuck all of it.

  
  
  

  Fuck it all, Gohan. 

  
  
  

  You’re mine, whether you realize it or not, you are
  mine.  And Bra Vegeta Briefs always gets what
  she wants.

  
  
  

  I walk slowly toward him, one song has ended and another
  has begun.  One of my favorites actually and it only fuels my
  determination.

  
  
  

  Gohan Son, you are mine.

  
  
  

  “Dance with me”.  I say when I approach him.  He
  jumps at my voice, seems as though I’ve startled him. 

  
  
  

  That’s good. 

  
  
  

  I want him jumpy. 

  
  
  

  “What did you say, Princess?”  He smiles down at me
  warmly, like I’m his daughter or something. And I glower at the little nickname
  he has for me.  He’s called me that ever since I was a child.

  
  
  

  I’m not a child any more, Gohan, I want to say.  I’m a grown damn woman, 20 years
  old for Dende’s sake. 

  
  
  

  But I don’t say anything; instead I’ll show him.

  
  
  

  “I said dance with me, Son.”  He smiles again, that
  irritating smile, and takes me into his arms.  Even though he holds me as
  he would his mother or my mother.  I push myself tighter into his embrace
  and he stiffens for a moment.

  
  
  

  “Relax, I don’t bite”.  I say smirking. 

  
  
  

  I rest my head on his chest and feel his arms hesitantly
  wrap around me.  I can’t even hide my sigh of pleasure.  It feels so
  good just to be held by him.  He moves unsurely, not knowing exactly what
  to think.  I can hear his heartbeats, which have sped up, and his scent
  makes me want to take him, right here, right now.  I reach down and stroke
  the base of his tail and his hips instinctively grind into mbsp;bsp; He lets
  out a moan that is drowned out by the music but not before it reaches my
  ears. 

  
  
  

  And I smile. 

  
  
  

  When he comes to his senses he pushes me away and looks at
  me as if he’s seeing me for the first time.  He’s blushing profusely and I
  can smell his arousal.  His tail is wagging anxiously behind him.

  
  
  

  I smirk up at him.

  
  
  

  “Bra, what do you think you are doing?”  He asks
  sounding a little breathless. 

  
  
  
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