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Aikouka Keiretsu	By : Mistress535 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer

Dragon Ball Z � 1999 BIRD STUDIO/SHUEISHA, TOEI ANIMATION.Dragon Ball Z and all related
elements are trademarks of TOEI ANIMATION. No copyright infringement is intended, or
should be inferred. All original characters belong to me, but that's all I'm laying claim
to.
A/N: This is going to be a series of short stories, and maybe lemon parts from my story
at FF.Net. Some stories will contain spoilers to DBI.

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Nozomi stared up at the moon, feeling her pulse thump in her ears. She inhaled smelling
the forest over two hundred yards away over the smell of the horses and the flowers in the
landscaping. Something else caught her attention and she sniffed, her eyes sliding closed
as she fought back a moan. It was a scent she had grown accustomed to over the years, and
though she found it stimulating, she hadn't found it quite as enticing as she did now. She
felt her body heat up, and her eyes slid open, heavy lidded as she turned her head to look
at the object of her sudden desire.
He was in his usual spot, meditating, with a slight pout on his lips. Must be talking
to Nail, she surmised, knowing how annoying he found his counterpart. She let her gaze
slide over what parts of him were exposed, her imagination filling in the gaps. Turning
back to the open window, she gazed back up at the shining orb, smirking. She'd come to
terms with the darker half of her lineage shortly after they'd moved back to the big
farmhouse, what she hadn't allowed herself to admit was the change she was going through.
It was stronger than it had after her near fatal battle with Shomentsu; she didn't have
the control then she had now, and hadn't known what it was. At least that contemptible
yokai had at least been of use to learn what was happening, and why.
. . . . .
He lifted his face a fraction and she saw his nostrils flare before he smirked at her,
"Well, well, well. You don't even know what's happening to you, do you?"
She stared up at him, her fear turning to anger, "Nothing's happening to me."
He chuckled, watching her shiver, "You say that like you believe it. Haven't you
noticed anything . . . unusual about yourself? Your hearing, your vision, sense of smell?
Don't they seem a bit keener?"
She growled, "I don't-"
"And I thought Toujoukai didn't lie," he sneered, "Hmm."
"You're starting to annoy me," she said, getting up and tensing, ready for an
attack, "Either explain, or shut up."
"Still such an insolent mouth," he clucked, moving closer to her,
"You're maturing. I believe humans refer to it as ‘heat'."
She slapped him away from her, eyes blazing, hearing him growl and knowing she'd
finally pushed the arrogant demon too far.
. . . . .
Then it had been an insult to her for some reason she couldn't place. Now she knew why.
She didn't want him to recognize it, and worried that Piccolo had noticed and done
nothing. How naive she'd been. So full of childish dreams. Now it was different, there
were no illusions of a lover coming to her and treating her like a princess. She wasn't a
princess, never would be. She was a warrior, and no one would ever treat her any other
way. If she wanted something, she was going to have to fight for it. She turned and looked
at Piccolo again, his scent flooding her senses, making her want to both dominate him, and
be dominated.
He must have felt her eyes on him, because he opened his and turned towards her,
watching her eyes narrow, "What?"
"Just because Nail pisses you off doesn't mean you can snap at me like that,"
she frowned, wanting to goad him into an argument so she'd have an excuse to get closer to
him without arousing his suspicion.
"I didn't snap at you," he growled, wishing she'd snap out of her moodiness.
Ever since they'd gotten back she'd been moody, and he'd had enough, "You'll know it
if I decide to snap at you."
She snorted, turning back to the open window, "I'm sure."
He'd watched her eyes reflect the moonlight as she'd turned her head, and glanced out
the window himself. No matter what, it always comes back, he thought, And she always gets
pissy when it's full. She's worse than a Saiyan. "Some reason you seem so
tense?"
"None that you'd care about," she grumbled, making sure it was loud enough
for him to hear.
Some of her hostility stemmed from the lack of acknowledgment of what had happened
between before he'd went into the Room of Spirit and Time with Buu and the boys. The rest
she knew was her building frustration, sexual and other. Every time she looked at him out
of context of sparring, she remembered the ghost of a kiss they'd shared; the feel of his
lips brushing hers, the warmth of his embrace, the softness in his eyes. She'd wondered if
he still felt the way he had when he looked at her then, and it stirred up a mix of
emotions that she'd just rather not feel.
"Try me," he said, raising a brow.
She let out a laughing sort of snort, a smirk pulling at her lips as she turned and
leaned against the window, "Do you even notice what I am?"
He frowned, thinking they'd gotten past that, "I know what you are."
"I mean, do you notice that I'm a woman?" she asked, her gaze softening.
"Yes."
"Do you find me . . . appealing?"
The other brow joined its mate as he gave her a curious look, "Appealing
how?"

She sighed, Guess that answers that, "Nevermind."
He exhaled softly, "You ask the oddest questions. If you're referring to how you
look, which I don't see why it matters-"
"It just does," she snapped, "To me it matters whether you- Whether I'm
attractive."
"I wouldn't care if you weren't," he said, surprised at her behavior.
She growled, "I guess now that you're not about to be stuck in limbo for all
eternity I'm a warrior to you again. Just like Gohan, or Goku, or Vegeta."
"I don't think of you in the same terms I do them," he said, starting to
understand what was going on.
She snorted, and looked at him disdainfully, "Then how do you look at me?"
"You're Nozomi," he said, "That's how I look at you."
Two halves of the same coin? Boy Tholi, for once you were way off. She just turned away
and began walking outside, wanting to go kill something and work off her mounting tension,
"I'm leaving."
He got up, "Where?"
"Out," she said, "Find something to rip apart."
"Why not stay here and spar?" he asked, remembering the last time she'd said
that she'd come home half dead.
"Fine," she replied, going to their usual spot and stretching, giving him a
lust-filled look as he took of his turban and cape and stretched his neck.
She flipped to her feet and got into a neutral position, watching him do the same, and
then flying at him, claws and fangs bared.
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An hour later found them both battered, their gis ragged. Nozomi grabbed Piccolo's
throat and forced him to the ground, snarling as he broke her hold and threw her off. They
began grappling, the match finally ending when she pinned him, both of them panting. She
stared down at him, finally unable to hold back any longer. Leaning down, she pressed her
lips to his, feeling him tense up, and she pulled away, her face red, "I'm-"
He cut her off by grabbing her choli and pulling her back in, kissing her roughly. When
she gasped in shock he took the opportunity to force his tongue between her lips, feeling
hers begin sparring with it. She sat up and moaned, grabbed handfuls of his shirt to lift
his back off the ground and pull him closer, shocking him when she tore it off completely.
Pulling back to look at her, he watched her smirk, returning it and ripping her shirt off
as well. He frowned at her bra, and proceeded to tear it off, staring at her breasts as
they momentarily bounced, running his hands up her sides to see if they really felt as
different as they looked.
She watched him, amusement at his naive actions poking through her arousal, and she
grunted as he cupped them, biting her lower lip. She took the opportunity of his temporary
shift in focus to lean down and take the tip of an antenna into her mouth, hearing his low
groan and wincing as he squeezed her breasts a bit too hard. Taking more of it into her
mouth, she felt his hands slip around to her back and pull her closer, and groaned as he
nipped at her collarbone. She released it and kissed him again, groaning as her breasts
slid down his chest, reaching for his sash.
"Wait. Are you-" he began, grabbing her hand.
"I don't think I've ever told you this, and probably never will again . . ."
she said lowly, knowing it was pointless of him to ask her if this was what she really
wanted at this point, "But you talk too damn much."
He stared at her as she ripped his pants off, and then moaned, his head falling back as
her mouth enclosed over him. Grabbing handfuls of earth, he groaned her name, watching her
with his lust building as he met her gaze. She smirked around him, letting her fangs graze
up his length as she lifted her head, licking her lips as he slid out of her mouth. He
grabbed her and slammed her back against the ground, tearing off the rest of her gi and
pulling her legs around his waist, frowning as he felt a barrier between them. Glancing
down, he growled at her underwear before it met the fate as their other clothes, "You
wear too many clothes."
She smirked and started to say something, all rational thought leaving her as he found
her entrance and pressed into her, the only thing departing from her lips was a loud,
drenched moan. He clenched his jaw, using every ounce of self-control to hold himself back
and not hurt her as he began thrusting into her, slow and easy as pleasure shot through
him like fireworks. She growled at the slow pace, digging her nails in his back and
glaring at him.
"I'm not a porcelain doll! Fuck me like you mean it, or I'll take over!"
He was half tempted to let her, but then smirked and slammed into her, his eyes
snapping shut at the resulting surge of ecstacy. Her back arched and she gripped his
shoulders, moaning his name as he repeated the action over and over again, wrapping her
legs around his slim waist. She felt his lips against her neck, and screamed as he
suddenly sank his fangs into her shoulder, her orgasm crashing over her. He felt her
writhe under him and tasted her blood on his tongue like an electric charge, and his body
tensed as she clenched around his length, pulling him with her.
She heard her name in the strangled yell that accompanied his release, both of them
collapsing, limp from exertion. They laid there for what seemed like hours, comfortable in
the tangled embrace, their breaths hot on each other's shoulder. Nozomi grunted as
something cold and wet hit her forehead, frowning as a bolt of lightning ripped through
the sky, the clap of thunder making Piccolo open his eyes. He pushed up and looked down at
her, and then at their clothes, jumping as a cold drop of rain hit his spine just above
his rear, hearing Nozomi gasp. With a smirk he pulled her up with him, noticing she looked
somewhat docile. I could get very used to this, he thought, pushing her towards the house
and following her, watching her hips sway.
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A/N: ACK! I'm not that thrilled with this. But it progressed better than the first one I
had started, and I didn't get stuck with it, so here it is. Review and tell me what you
think. Like I said, I personally am not happy with it, but someone out there may like it.
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