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Chapter 20
Last time on Dragonball Z…
He didn't pull out immediately. Instead they savored each other's embrace and the remnants of the passion they had just created. They held one another as if they would disappear and it would all be a dream if they let go for an instant. But it was real.
Finally.
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"Dende how long is this woman going to sleep!?" Trunks wondered with frustration as he stared down at the naked princess clinging to his chest. Even after four rounds of love-making he still was not satisfied. And her breasts pushing up against him was not helping! However, he did find her peaceful sleeping face pleasing. It was nice to see an expression on Amoura's face besides anger when looking at him. Still, her scent was intoxicating and was a constant reminder of how amazing she felt last night, her softness pushed up against him. He buried his nose in her hair, remembering her nails clinging to his back, her breath hot against his ear, and the strong, wet clenching around his manhood... "Fuck!" He groaned inwardly as he saw a tent appear in the sheets. If it had been any other woman he would have just woken her up but Trunks knew that the Saiyan princess was not a morning person. In fact, she was only tolerable after she had had her coffee. Still, he was aching for more. Dominating this fiery woman gave him a rush like no other.
Suddenly she began to stir. Trunks' eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas. His mouth began to go dry as she slowly moved her fingers down his chest towards his already hardened member. He closed his eyes, waiting for the amazing feeling to wash over him. But it never came. Teasingly, her hand just rested right above its' final destination. Trunks' eyes snapped open as he locked from her hand to her face, realizing she was still asleep. "You have got to be kidding me!" Slowly he tried moving his hips upwards in an attempt to either move her hand away or actual touch his now throbbing nether region – either would be better than his current situation. "Please, just a little further."
Trunks was so concentrated on this movement that he did not see a pair of green eyes watching him with amusement. "Is there something you wanted?"
Her voice caused him to jump. Armoura giggled uncontrollably. Blushing Trunks turned away from her and huffed, "Oh shut up! It's your fault! Teasing and sneaking up on people like that!"
"What are you talking about? I was asleep not teasing and I didn't sneak up I've been here all night!" She laughed. However, this did not heal Trunks' wounded pride and he refused to turn back to her. Armoura rolled her eyes at his childishness and began to place soft kisses down his broad back. "Oh don't be like that. I'm the one who is supposed to be grumpy in the morning." Trunks clenched his teeth, refusing to give into her so easily. He liked it when she initiated things and wanted to relish the moment a bit longer. "I know what will make you feel better," She whispered into his ear as her small hand snaked around his hips to manhood. Armoura smirked as his breathing became heavier with each stroke.
Unable to control himself any longer, Trunks whipped around and loomed over his princess. He panted heavily down upon her lips, their noses softly touching, she could practically taste him but he made sure he was just out of reach. Lifting her lips she tried to capture his but he pulled back at the last minute, chuckling softly. "Do you want me?" He asked, pressing his dick against her inner thigh. It was Armoura's turn to pant now. Electrified by anticipation, she nodded her head yes and leaned in again. But Trunks pulled away, not satisfied with merely a nod. "Say it," he commanded sternly, bringing himself to just graze her lower opening.
Never breaking eye contact she half moaned, "I want you."
Trunks brought his lips to hers, refusing to break free until they could hold their breath no longer. Pushing him on his back, Armoura used her mouth to put the protection on. Trunks' half opened eyes twinkled as he watched her mount him and slowly begin to move her hips. His large hands firmly but gently grasped her grinding hips while his eyes stared at her smiling face. The moment was just as he had fantasized about. It was perfect…
Perfect until his Saiyan ears began to pick up the familiar sound of footsteps that were steadily becoming louder. Armoura gasped and they both looked at each other with panic stricken faces. Armoura immediately began to get off of him but Trunks held her arm. "Wait, just let me finish!"
"Are you insane!? Someone is coming!" She snapped back and jerked her arm away.
Trunks let out a loud groan and threw his head back onto the pillow.
"Shhh! They'll hear you!" Armoura hissed.
"Armoura!! Trunks!! Breakfast!" A tiny voice cheerfully sang.
"Bra, how could you do this to your sweet brother!?" Trunks sighed and then yelled, "Coming! Just five more minutes!"
The two held their breath until they heard her small feet tread in the opposite direction. Armoura let out a big sigh of relief and began to pick up her discarded clothing. Trunks smirked and pulled her back on the bed. "Trunks! What are you-"
"Five more minutes," He whispered, smiling.
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Armoura sighed as the hot water came beating down upon her. Her muscles were worn out from Trunks' seemingly unlimited desire. She was going to be late to breakfast but she couldn't have Vegeta and Bra smelling Trunks all over her! Hell Bulma would have probably been able to smell it! Trunks had wanted to shower together but that would have defeated the purpose. Armoura smiled to herself at how goofy the man could be. "If only all of his adoring tabloid readers could see just how cool he really is!"
However, the storm in her heart had not disappeared. She could not help but feel guilty about all of the pleasure and happiness she had received last night when she was supposed to be training to save not only her planet but also… "Amaranth." She rested her head against the cool glass. Just the thought of her beloved brother made it hard to breathe. She was only alive today because of his sacrifice. A sacrifice he shouldn't have had to make if only she hadn't been so careless with her heart. Armoura knew all too well how men can change and although she didn't think Trunks would become anything like her last lover… she hadn't been prepared for his transformation either.
She took a deep breathe, tried to push the terrible thoughts of the past from her mind and continue to wash Trunks off of her. But with every scrub she felt colder until her body was completely numb.
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Trunks was ecstatic, practically skipping down the hallway to the kitchen, with a big goofy grin on his face. The rest of the Vegeta-Briefs family all lifted an eyebrow as the usually too-cool-for-school heir plop down in the chair and ferociously chow down on everything in his path. He was practically glowing! Vegeta slowly leaned over to Bulma and whispered, "You owe me a new gravity machine update."
"What!?" Bulma hissed softly, "You have no proof that he found a new girl! You haven't won yet!"
"Are you serious, Woman?" Vegeta spat, "Just look at him! His ego is bouncing off the walls! You know he only gets like this when…" He glanced nervously at Bra and then just raised his eyebrows to signal what he meant.
Bulma frowned and shook her finger, "You still have no proof!"
"I can hear you," Trunks said as he stuffed in 8 sausages into his mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Bulma sighed and looked towards the hallway just as Armoura entered the kitchen, looking exhausted. "Oh, Armoura, good morning!"
"Good morning," the princess yawned and went straight to the coffee bot before sitting down. Even as she began to make her plate, she never once looked at Trunks.
"So what did you think about Trunks' performance last night?" Vegeta sneered.
Both of the Demi-Saiyans choked on their food and went stark white. Vegeta raised an eyebrow "Not exactly the reaction I had intended… But entertaining nonetheless."
"What performance?" Armoura asked in a shaky voice, once she had recovered.
Vegeta knitted his brows. "It's not like you to ask stupid questions, Armoura… The sap show that he put on last night for baldy's idiot brat!"
"Oh that!" Armoura laughed, relieved. "Well I was so bored out of my mind that I really can't recall even having an opinion about it."
Trunks scowled and sent a kick under the table. Although it was a violent action, just the touch of his skin sent shivers up her spine. Armoura glared at him and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, for someone who is supposed to be worshipped for his talents they were seriously lacking last night." Her eyes twinkled with a challenge.
On the other hand, the once gleeful Trunks was now steaming with anger. He knew that both of his performances last night had been superb and he wouldn't let her say otherwise! "Well then perhaps I should just perform for a different audience. Marron sure seemed to like it. May be I'll try her out."
Armoura squinted her eyes angrily, while Bulma slammed her coffee on the table. "Try her out!? Trunks she is a teenager! Dende, I know you're a man whore but don't go getting arrested! It will give Capsule Corp. a bad reputation!"
Trunks groaned and rolled his eyes, "I was just joking mother."
The rest of breakfast remained quiet. And besides Trunks desperately trying to make eye contact with Armoura, the lovers had no contact. The former playboy was beginning to feel uneasy and he didn't like it. Never had a girl completely ignored him in such a way or insulted his skills on stage and in bed!
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Armoura ran straight from breakfast to the safety of the Gravity Room. As long as she was with Vegeta training she knew Trunks would not come after her. Trunks liked to train alone most of the time. "And besides he has work today."
She thought that she would be distracted after letting go and giving into her urges the night before but in fact Armoura was on fire. She was easily keeping up with everyone Vegeta was throwing at her.
After 8 hours of straight training, they decided to call it a day and Armoura raced for the solitude of her room. She was completely exhausted. All she wanted to do was take a shower and sleep. She wasn't even hungry and the thought of seeing Trunks again might make her want to sleep in a different bed than her own. For someone who has such strong and firm muscles he sure was comfortable. "And his lips were so soft…" Suddenly images of his hands holding her close to his rock hard chest flooded her mind. She could practically feel his searing hot lips scorching her neck. "Ahh stop it!" She yelled throwing a pillow across the room. "I can't get so caught up in this!" She whispered as she walked to her bathroom to take a shower.
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Trunks slammed the door to his room loud enough that he was sure she could here it. "Why did she miss dinner? I don't buy that 'I have an emergency meeting with my Healthian advisors' crap!" All day he had been thinking up ways to get her back for this morning and then she didn't even show up to dinner! "I should just go over there, throw her on the bed and give her a performance that she can't even try to lie about!" But he wouldn't. Trunks was sick of chasing. He was ready to move into the stage where he could just fuck her whenever he wanted to. He knew that no matter what they had to keep their relationship a secret but he couldn't handle being denied again. It was bad for his ego. So he would wait and tackle her square on. "She is part Saiyan after all… she will have to come get food sometime!"
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Armoura slowly peeked outside of her room, hoping to catch no trace of Trunks. "He's probably still in his room…" She thought as she tiptoed down the hall, careful not to make a sound. She was starving. Even though she ate the same portions as humans, she had trained for 8 hours. "Almost there… ah!" Letting out a sigh of frustration she had almost turned around the corner when she was suddenly pushed against the wall.
"The great princess is trying to hide from the likes of me? That is unlike you, Armoura. I expected more," Trunks breathed huskily into her ear.
Armoura cursed the chills running up and down her spine caused just from his breath. "Shut up, you vain asshole! I'm always this quiet! Not everything is about you, you kn-"
Trunks' fingers began to apply pressure against her most sensitive region. Without warning he boldly let his hands roam underneath her skirt and pushed aside her underwear so that he could feel her softness. "You were planning on standing me up tonight, weren't you, you horrible girl?" Armoura bit her lip as he began to rub her clit with his skilled fingers. "I can't believe what you said at dinner! As if you didn't enjoy last night. But you should know that there are some things you just can't hide…" He brought up his fingers, wet with her juices, to his mouth and then to hers. "I should make you pay for your words. Look at you, already soaking wet just at the thought of me inside you again."
Armoura cocked her head quizzically and put her own hand upon him. "Do you really think you are in a place to speak like that to me when you are pretty obvious, yourself?"
Trunks closed his eyes and sucked in as she began to rub the growing bulge in his pants. "I have never tried to hide it from you," he growled softly and inserted a finger inside of her. Armoura gasped and grabbed hold of his shoulders for stability. "Don't deny me again," he said in a tone that was half pleading, half commanding. "I told you that you were different and I meant it." He inserted a second finger and slowly moved them back and fourth while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Armoura buried her face in the crook of his neck as she found herself already on the brink of climaxing.
"Someone might see…"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Her body tensed up as he continued to hit her g spot over and over, "No… don't stop… I had no intention of denying you," She whispered sincerely, "But you have to be more careful around the others."
"Then come to my room, now," he breathed into her hair, "Let me be satisfied so that I can control myself. "
No longer hungry for food, Armoura smiled and took his hand, leading him back down the hallway. She knew it that they were embarking on dangerous territory but for the first time in a long time she was doing something for herself and it felt too good to stop now.
Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update for forever but I promise I will try to update once a week from now on. PLEASE REVIEW!!