Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Paradise of the Moon ❯ A Kitten and Her Ball of Yarn ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: Sorry that this took so long guys! I love you all, and just make
sure to read my notes at the bottom! I'll just let you guys get on
with the story, I know it's short, but please don't hate me for it!
 
 
DISCLAIMER: It's sad but true, I do not own Sailor Moon or
Dragon Ball Z…
 
 
DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to LeoGirl45. Keep
writingand don't giveup. Some people may be jerks, but
You and I know that if you keep at something, it will eventually
pay off! Lotsa Luv and Best wishes Chickie!
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER5:< /i> A KITTEN AND HER BALL OF YARN
 
 
 
 
 
Marron sighed into the receiver, a sign to all that she was bored out
of her mind. Her three best girlfriends were outside sparring along
with her boyfriend and his friends…which was exactly where she
should have been. A vacation was a time of relaxation, a time of
peace, not a time to practice combat, but it was better than being
alone.
 
 
 
She jerked out of her stupor when her friend on the other line stopped
talking about her $300.00 shoes and new mini-skirt.
 
 
“Kelly? What about your skirt? I couldn't hear you.”
 
 
“………..”
 
 
“Ugh! Okay, I'm sorry for not paying attention to you, now will you
please stop giving me the silent treatment?”
 
 
“Kelly!? Fine, whatever, you self righteous pigeon-toed bitch, hang up
on me, see if I care!” With that, Marron angrily slammed the phone down
on the receiver and stared at it until her eyes crossed.
 
 
“Hmmm…a pigeon-toed bitch huh? What'd she do to you?”
 
 
“She hung up on me is what she did Tray, just because I wasn't listening to
her go on and on about a dumb miniskirt.” Marron didn't bother to turn around
to face the man standing in the corner of her room.
 
 
“Just how long have you been in here Mr. Ninja?”
 
 
“Long enough I suppose.”
 
 
“Ever heard of knocking on a girl's door first? I could have been changing
or something. Now if you had walked in on me then, I would have had to
murder you and bury your body where no one could ever find you.”
 
 
 
“Sounds fun, I'll uh…try to remember that…and I promise not to forget
until the next time you change your clothes.” Tray ambled over to her bed
and seated himself on the edge, his grin practically splitting his face in two.
He ran a finger down the back of her neck, causing Marron to giggle and
turn to face him, arms outstretched.
 
 
 
Tray bent down to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “I missed you baby.
Why don't you…”
 
 
Marron pulled away as soon a she saw what he was holding in his
hand. “What is that you've got in your hand Tray Briefs?”
 
 
His grin turned sheepish. “I'm guessing that it's a phone cord. Why?”
 
 
“If that's the phone cord that means that: A) Kelly didn't really hang up on me.
B) You disconnected us. And C) You just destroyed my only source
of communication with the outside world without my permission!”
 
 
 
Tray shrugged nonchalantly before letting himself fall backwards onto
Marron's bed, bringing her with him. She rested her head against his nicely
constructed chest and closed her eyes. He ran his fingers through her silky
blonde tresses and began to toy with the hair at the base of her neck when
she started to purr.
 
 
 
“I'm still mad at you Tray.” She murmured drowsily. He bit back a groan
when he felt her warm breath against his skin.
 
 
“You'll get over it.”
 
 
She sat up abruptly, shaking out the tangles in her hair. “No, I won't get
over it! You are going to fix my phone for me, and it's only fair since you
are the one who yanked it out of the wall. Besides, how else am I going to
find another excuse to keep you locked up in my room?”
 
 
 
“And what if I don't want to be in here all by my lonesome?” Tray flashed a
sexy smile and absently tugged on the material of her t-shirt. “Who would
keep me company?”
 
 
 
Positioning herself so that she was leaning over him with her hands on either
side of his head, her lips whispered over his, just barely touching. “All you
have to do is ask...”
 
 
 
He reached up to grip her elbows and pulled her down on top of him.
She gracefully rolled over so that she could wrap her arms around his waist
and the two of them could intertwine their legs. Her small bare toes brushed
themselves across his large, cold black boots.
 
 
 
She snuggled even deeper into his embrace before nipping suggestively
at his chin. “Boots off the bed please, I just washed the spread.”
 
 
“Actually…” He broke off when she ran her tongue across his lower lip;
she was never satisfied until she used her little body to make him see double.
“I…”
 
 
“You what?” She coaxed as she ran her French-tipped nails under his shirt,
leaving a hot tingling trail in her wake. “Why can't you just spend the day
with me?” She cooed as twisted his short lavender hair around her ring finger.
 
 
 
Tray tried to ignore the little minx's advances as he tried to remember
what he even came to her room for in the first place. He grabbed at
Marron's wrists and effectively pinned them to the bed. She gasped
softly when she saw something flicker in his eyes, just for a second.
It was as though his eyes had flashed from blue to coal black…that hadn't
ever happened before.
 
 
“I don't want to play this way right now Kitty…”
 
 
She tried to buck him off of her, but found that she could barely move. “Well
what a coincidence babe, because as of now, I don`t want to play with *you*
anymore either.”
 
 
“Ah, so it's no longer fun when you aren't the one in control, is that it?”
His eyes flashed again, and remained black for an even longer period of time,
as if daring her to make a move.
 
 
She took the dare.
 
 
“No, it's no longer fun when you go psycho on me; now
let me up…unless you plan on manhandling me even more?”
 
 
His eyes softened immediately. Unlike his brother, he was quick to anger,
but even quicker to forgive and forget. Tray brought Marron's arms up
and wrapped them around his neck. “I'm sorry Kitten...I didn't mean to
come off that way.”
 
 
“Humph!” She turned her face away from him in an effort to get away from
his big adorable eyes. “Too late!”
 
 
“Aww…I don't think that you really mean that baby…”
 
 
“Oh yeah?” She quirked an eyebrow and blew a stray lock of blonde hair
out her eyes.
 
 
“Will you let me make it up to you?” He whimpered slightly and stuck out his
lower lip.
 
 
“Maybe, she purred softly, if you take your time.” She cupped his face with
her hands and gently smoothed her thumbs over the lines of his forehead. He
lowered his mouth to hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and slid his
hands up her shirt to stroke the expanse of her ribcage. She smiled into the
kiss and replaced her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies even closer
together.
 
 
“Ever played in the rain Kitten?” Both Marron and Tray turned their heads to
the window and silently watched the raindrops splash their way onto the
windowpane.
 
 
She tugged at his lower lip suggestively and ran her fingers through his messy
lavender hair before replying. “Will I need my rain coat?”
 
 
“Not if you play your cards right.” He smirked against the smooth skin of
her neck.
 
 
She sighed and turned her head, giving him more room to work. “I didn't know
that you were such a…bad boy.”
 
 
“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like bad boys…”
 
 
“We shall see.” And with that, she somehow slid out from underneath
him, grabbed her coat and dashed down the stairs…
 
 
Tray stared after his girlfriend and grinned darkly because her head start
would be of absolutely no use. His eyes darkened considerably as an evil
chuckle rumbled from with the broad expanse of his chest. Marron would
be easy to snare; she wouldn't be able to hide for too long…especially from
him. The only thing that would provide a challenge was nature herself; after
all, it's all too easy to lose a scent in the rain.
 
 
 
 
::THE KITCHEN::
 
Chichi hurriedly and efficiently unpacked groceries from the many bags that
littered the table and countertops; she didn't have time to mess around with such
trivial things today. Her arms were aching from lugging so many heavy bags
from the car to the kitchen in record time, and she had things to do.
 
 
 
She didn't even want to peak at the grocery bill; sure the Brief's family
would pay for it, but she had bought enough food to feed a small, but
starving army. Nervously glancing over her shoulder, she breathed a soft
sigh of relief when her husband was no where to be found. Chichi simply
shook her head; those men would train during a hurricane…and none of
them would feel a thing.
 
 
 
She shook her head quickly, trying to clear her mind. The faster she
completed her task the faster she could go and hide---occupy her time with
something else. Chichi wasn't afraid of anything or anyone, least of all an
adorable, though slightly scattered brained Saiyan warrior. If he got too close,
all she had to do was bop him on the head with Bessie.
 
 
 
Now “Bessie” wasn't a person, oh heavens no! Actually, “Bessie” was her
old and slightly dented frying pan. Though it was nearly as old as her son,
Gohan, it still got the job done, and was good for a well placed threat now
and again. Many a man had felt the sting of “Bessie”, and as long she
possessed that pan, Chichi was invincible…well sort of anyway.
 
 
 
A smirk made its way to the goddess's face; a face that had yet to be marred
by wrinkles or any visible signs of aging. Her attractive and youthful body
still kept its sensual and curvaceous figure, and she was the envy of almost
every woman she had ever come into contact with, all except for Bulma
Briefs, whose striking and gorgeous shape rivaled her own. Not a strand of
white could be found lurking sneakily in her wild black mane, she kept a
sharp look out and was pleased that she had only discovered three within
the last six months.
 
 
 
In no time at all, all of the food and supplies had been put away and she set
to preparing dinner. The other women of the household would be along soon
enough to assist her, but she could at least get started. She wandered over to
the left side of the kitchen and flipped a small switch that resided over the
rather large and beautifully crafted clock; music was essential for cooking a
meal…or in this case, a feast.
 
 
 
Turning up in order to tune out other outside distractions, Chichi began to sing
along and sway her hips to the tempo of the music, slowly becoming absorbed
into the world of cooking and music.
 
 
 
::NEARLY AN HOUR LATER::
 
 
 
Rich, flavorful smells were emanating from the oven, and Chichi was still
dancing happily in her own little corner of her mind, so much in fact, that she
didn't hear the sound of heavy boots behind her. She was brought shortly out
of her reverie when two large, calloused hands spanned themselves around
her waist, making her jump in surprise along with spraying the strawberry
mousse that she had been stirring with an electric mixer.
 
 
 
“Goku, she half growled, half sighed, look ay what you made me do! Now I
have an even bigger mess to clean up, thanks a bunch.” He hungrily nuzzled
the crook of her neck, refusing to acknowledge her outburst.
 
 
 
“What's wrong with you?” She wondered aloud, doing her absolute best to keep
her tone calm and even, though she couldn't hide the edge that had made its way
in her voice. “I'm cooking Goku; we can do…that…when I'm through here
okay?”
 
 
“Not okay, he murmured between placing hot, wet kisses on the exposed skin
of her shoulder, I need you now.”
 
 
“Now!?” She dropped the mixer with a clang, but only after she was sure it
was off. “With you “Now” means every five minutes; assert a little self-control.
Besides, there are more important things in life other than sex.”
 
 
“Name one.” His skilled fingers began to undo the first few buttons her
sleeveless, pale pink blouse, all the while his tongue continued to massage
the lobe of her ear, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.
 
 
She moaned gently, and moved her hands to wrap around his wrists;
unfortunately, she couldn't quite bring herself to still his “magic” fingers.
“If you would stop for a moment, then maybe…”
 
 
His voice was husky with lust when he cut her off. “You haven't answered me
yet Chi.”
 
 
“This is silly, not to mention a waste of time! Excuse me, but the casserole's
going to burn if I don't check it, now kindly let me go.” Chichi smiled, that is,
if you call the baring of teeth, or in Chichi's case, fangs, a smile. She brought
back her elbow and rammed him in the abdomen, knocking a significant amount
of air out of his lungs.
 
 
“Ha! Serves you right---!”
 
 
He spun her around with a jerk of his arm, and suddenly she found herself
pressed firmly against Goku's hard chest. “I love it when you're angry Chi;
it makes you so…sexy. It makes me want to take you without a thought to
where we are.”
 
 
 
Chichi didn't know what to do, or what to say. Goku had never spoken so freely
about such a subject before…nor had he ever been so open with what he wanted.
Over the past week, something inside him had shifted, and he had changed from
a loveable goofball, to…someone…well, it was almost as if he was letting his
Saiyan side take over. Sure she liked it when he was like this, but at times she
found it to be a bit unnerving.
 
 
 
She was brought out of her thoughts when the oven timer beeped shrilly,
signaling that the casserole, homemade bread, and seasoned chicken were
thoroughly cooked.“Goku, she tried again, I know that you for one don't
want to eat burnt food tonight. Let me finish what I'm doing, damnit, and
back off!”
 
 
 
Goku turned to the oven, which was still beeping rather loudly, and pressed
the off button. Chichi struggled, trying to loosen his hold on her waist, but
he was determined, and he was strong. He turned back to face her and she
watched as a triumphant spread its way across his features. “Problem solved
Chi; the crisis has been averted and the world is safe. Anything else you want
me to take care of before we move on?”
 
 
 
She snarled at him before replying, and this time there was nothing even remotely
close to a smile on her face. “Bite Me.”
 
 
 
He resumed the unfastening of her buttons once more. “You know, I've been
tempted to do just that since I came in here.” One naughty hand moved lower
and began to caress her thigh under the fabric of her skirt, before traveling even
farther north to playfully tug the elastic her panties. “Did I ever mention that it
drives me crazy when you I see you in a skirt?”
 
 
 
She whimpered when he pressed a hard, passionate kiss to her mouth. “Please
Chi, I'm not going to be able to keep this, he moved her soft hand to the front
of his already pulsating erection, under control for much longer.”
 
 
 
Goku dipped a finger in the strawberry mousse that lay forgotten on the
counter, and slowly trailed his mousse coated finger down her chest, tracing
the line between her breasts, all the way until he reached the material of her
simple cotton bra. She shivered in delight when his rough, yet tantalizing
tongue followed the trail of sugary sweetness. Her fingers wound their way
into his hair, forcing his face even closer to flushed skin. “Now?” He looked
up at her, his large chocolate brown eyes were silently pleading with her hazel
ones.
 
 
She brought his head for a quick, steamy peck on the lips. “Now.”
 
 
 
He grinned roguishly, and before either of them had time to blink, Goku used his
Instant Transmission, and in a matter of seconds the kitchen was left empty.
And then, there was a flash, and the strawberry mousse that had been left on the
counter vanished into thin air…
 
 
 
 
::SERENA AND VIDEL'S ROOM::
 
 
Serena flipped to the next page of her Music Mages Magazine and rolled her
eyes when Videl, who was sleeping on the bed next to her, began to snore softly,
and even though it wasn't that bad, Serena, who was already irritated, became
instantly annoyed.
 
 
 
 
When she could no longer take the intrusive noise, she picked up the closest
pillow she could find and powerfully flung the fluffy square across the room…
 
 
 
Direct Hit!
 
 
 
“What the hell!?” Came Videl's outraged voice which was still laced with sleep.
“Who did that?”
 
 
Serena shrugged and continued to flip through the pretty pictures in her
magazine. “Dunno, must have been the wind.”
 
 
Videl seemed to accept that answer, until she noticed the closed and still
locked window, and then she began to contest the theory. “But the window's
not open!” She sputtered confusedly.
 
 
The blonde simply tossed her magazine on her nightstand before rolling over to
face her dark haired roommate and smiling. “Then I have no idea.”
 
 
“I bet it was you.” Videl muttered as she suspiciously glared at Serena.
 
 
“Sure…whatever floats your boat.”
 
 
Videl ignored her friend's sarcasm. “You woke me up from a really good
dream to! I mean right when it was getting *really* good.”
 
 
Interested, Serena leaned towards the brunette. “So what was so good?
Where you beating up that one chick who was all over Gohan at that club?
I swear her hair was fake, I mean who on this earth is actually born with
strawberry blonde hair? And that voice! Ugh! It was so weird and nasally,
it made me wish that I had ear plugs or something!”
 
 
“No, that wasn't the dream, but as for the strawberry blonde thing, some
people are naturally born with it!”
 
 
“Nah!” Serena snorted and with a wave of her hand she flipped her hair
over her shoulder. “It comes from a can, I'm telling you!”
 
 
“Whatever, so in my dream I was…”
 
 
Videl didn't get to finish her sentence, because at that exact moment,
there was a loud bang on the door before it flew open. Bra Briefs tumbled
through as if she had been blown in by the wind, and some of the papers
off the top of the stack she was carrying went floating in different directions.
The poor girl looked absolutely frantic!
 
 
She began to look around the room wildly, until her eyes focused on Videl.
“Have you seen Marron anywhere?”
 
 
Videl sat up and stretched before replying. “Uh, not recently. Why?”
 
 
Bra didn't answer, instead she turned to Serena. Have you?
 
 
“No…what's wrong, and what are those papers, and why do you look like you
just ran a marathon?”
 
 
“There's no time to explain now, we just need to find Marron, and we need to
do it fast!”
 
 
Videl stood, her expression clouded with worry. “Why? Is she in trouble?”
 
 
“Not yet, but she will be if we don't find her!” Serena was still fixated on the
stack of papers that Bra was clutching.
 
 
“Slow down, Serena began as she started to lace up her boots, what are those
papers for?”
 
 
“Okay, so I hacked into my mom's computer…”
 
 
“You what!?” Both Serena and Videl shrieked in unison.
 
 
“That's not important, but what I found is! All of these talks about Saiyans;
where they came from, they're abilities, the usual stuff right? Well that's what
I thought until I got to this section…”
 
 
She showed the two girls the heavily highlighted documents and could only watch
as they paled and their eyes grew wide…and no one said a word.
 
 
“If this, Bra concluded, is correct, then we don't have much time before…”
 
 
“Forget the before and after, Serena broke in, we need to focus on the now, and
we need to find Marron now!”
 
 
The three of them took off with Serena in the lead as they raced down the stairs
and out the door, and into the pouring rain…
 
 
 
END!!!!
 
 
 
 
AN: (Can people be born with Strawberry Blonde Hair?
I wasn't trying to offend any one!) I tried to end with a small
cliffie…did it work? Was it good? Bad? I know it's been like forever,
and that this was a little shorter than normal, but I'm trying. I am also
working on Perfect as well, and it's coming along nicely. Thank you
guys for all of your support and encouraging reviews; I love you all.
Thanks for reading my notes and my story…and if you've got the time
leave a review and let me know how I'm doing, or if you
have any suggestions! Peace out!
 
 
Lotsa Luv,
 
~Galaxystar~