" Destiny's Road "

Written By: Isabel

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Rating: NC17 Violence, Language, LEMON

Arcatica was destroyed by King Vegeta. Years later the planet sends its finest warrior to destroy King Vegeta, but the warrior falls in love with one of the enemies.

 

This is just as graphic as the last chapter, so if you didn?t like Chapter 7,
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Chapter 8: Arcaticain Exposed!

The sun was just beginning to start it's ascent into the early morning
sky as Arianna drowsily opened her eyes, squinting against the golden rays
entering through the curtains of her bedroom. She stretched, stifling a
yawn. Someone stirred next to her. She froze, What in the hell, she
thought. Vaguely, the events of the previous night flashed through her
mind. She blushed, recalling how many times they had woken the other up to
explore the new found sensations they had awakened in each other.
Her body tingled with the memories. Trunks murmured something and put an
arm across her stomach, drawing her nearer to his body. He was warm, and the
scent of their lovemaking still lingered on his skin. On both of their
skins. She snuggled up next him, basking in the warmth radiating off of him.
She lightly kissed his chest, the skin warm and smooth beneath her lips. He
muttered something in his sleep and tightened his embrace.
She ran her fingertips gently down his back, lightly scratching his
smooth flesh. "Cut that out unless you want me to punish you!" he teased
without even opening his eyes.
She smiled, knowing just what sort of punishment he had in mind. "You
mean stop this?" She asked, raking her nails down his back again, just a bit
harder this time. "Or this?" She queried, gently kissing his neck and
moving her lips up to meet his.
His only answer was a soft chuckle as he pushed her down on the mattress
and began his own explorations of sweet torture. "Tell me," he said, his
voice coming in shallow breaths, running his hands gently down over her
stomach.
"Um," her thoughts were scattered, her mind in another time and place,
"huh?"
"Will you come to my place to dinner tonight?"
Her mind came back to her quite suddenly and her whole body tensed under
his touch. "Dinner?" She repeated.
"Yeah," he said, his finger making intricate patterns on the golden flesh
of her stomach. "Dinner, Mom's been bugging me about having you come over so
she can meet you."
"You mean interrogate me," Arianna huffed. "She probably wants to
continue her lecture from the other day on the phone!"
"I doubt that," Trunks said, kissing her mouth then starting his way down
her neck.
Arianna arched her neck, giving him better access to the smooth
tantalizing flesh. His hand traveled down over her stomach, down to the core
of her womanhood. He gently teased her nether lips as his mouth teased hers.
She sighed into his mouth, her hands caressing the unmarked flesh of his
triceps. "So," he asked, "What do you think?"
"About what?" she asked, taking his lower lip in between her teeth. She
gently pulled on it, then left go and forcefully ground her mouth against his.
"Getting pushy, aren't you?"
"Not at all," she answered, pushing him away and down flat on the bed.
He gazed up at her, looking into her peculiar colored eyes. "So what do
you think?"
"Bout what?" she asked again.
"Dinner," he answered, "At my house."
"Oh, that." she said, straddling him. "I don't really now. I'm really
busy, with work and all."
He smiled up at her, gripping her waist in between his hands. "I'm sure
I can talk to your boss and get you a night off." He smiled slyly.
"I'm sure you could." She said, running her hands up and down his chest.
She experimented, moving her hips just slightly. His eyes closed, his grip
on her waist tightening. "Something wrong?" She teased. Moving her hips
again, watching to grimace of pleasure contort his features.
"Not at all," he said between clenched teeth. He was dying to dive into
her, but he was going to allow her to have her fun too.
She bent her head, kissing first his left nipple than his right,
innocently swirling her hot little tongue around the hard little nubs. The
veins in his neck stood out as a grimace of pleasure crossed his face.
"You'd better stop, before I make you stop," he said, flexing his hips
against her.
She giggled in delight, rising up on the bed on her knees. She
positioned herself above his stiff member and impaled herself on it. Trunks
gritted his teeth against the sensations coursing through his body. She
moved slowly, watching the expressions playing across his handsome face.
He growled low in his throat, and flipped her over so he was in control.
He kissed her face, her eyes, her nose and lastly her lips. His mouth
settled firmly on hers, tasting her sweetness. His hips flexed, thrusting in
and out of her moistness. She moaned into his mouth, "Trunks," she sighed,
her nails digging into his biceps, "You make me feel-" she screamed as her
body clenched around his engorged sex, clinging to his well-muscled arms.
His face grimaced in pain as he reached his own climax, spilling his seed
into her in a hot rush. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged. "A
quickie?" She asked, laughter hidden in her voice.
"Yeah," he sighed contently.
He rolled off her and pulled her close to his heart, tightening his
embrace. He kissed the top of her damp hair, inhaling the sexual smell that
still lingered in the room. "Well, my mom is probably pacing a hole in the
floor." Trunks sighed.
"I do believe I heard the phone ring a few times," Arianna laughed.
Trunks looked down at her, a smile trying to lift the corners of his
mouth. "Really?" He asked.
"Does your mother know what my number is?"
"She probably went through my things to find it, if it was her." Trunks
sighed.
She ran her fingertips across his bare chest, "Do you think you should
call her? I mean if she is really that worried about you and all."
Trunks smiled down at her, "Yeah, I probably should. What should I tell
her your answer is?"
Arianna looked up at him curiously, "My answer?"
"Yeah," he said, stroking her back. "You know, to dinner?"
"Oh," she said, feigning forgetfulness, "That, your still on that
subject."
He nodded his head yeah, "She really does want you to come over some
night."
"I'm sure she does," Arianna whispered. "She wants me to come over so
she can give me the third degree about our relationship."
"Probably." He conceded.
"Do I have to?"
"Sooner or later. Probably better sooner rather than later." He
answered.
"Oh, alright. I'll come over tonight." Arianna said, not very enthused.
Trunks smiled at her and hugged her tight. "I'll pick you up, alright?"
He asked, "Say, around six-thirty?"
She just nodded her head, "What should I wear?"
"Nothing fancy, I means it's nothing special, if that's what you're
asking. Just normal cloths."
Arianna nodded her head. "Who all will be there?"
"Probably just you and me and mom and dad. Bra is still in the hospital."
"When do they expect her to get out?" Arianna asked. Maybe now she
could get some more information out of him. At least a little more than she
had the previous day.
"I don't know, actually. She hasn't regained consciousness yet. I'm
not sure-" Arianna cut him off.
"Like I told you yesterday Trunks, you have to have faith. Believe she
will pull through. Don't let any of those doubts weasel their way through
into your mind. You have to believe she will get better."
Trunks looked at her, "It's easier said than done. I have all these not
good thoughts going through my mind. If anything happens to her, I don't
know what my dad would do. If anything happened to her, I'd kill that damn
cat with my own bare hands."
He looked down at her, his beautiful blue eyes had turned hard with
hatred, "Did I ever tell you that I'd fought it once before?" He didn't
give her time to answer before he continued. "Goten, Pan, Bra and I were out
for a walk, trying to find this space ship that I had seen crash. We never
found the ship, but we found what had arrived in it," he clenched his fist as
the memories swarmed back into his mind, conjuring up the images of that
fight that day. "It attacked us, and wounded Bra. We in turn wounded it.
We blasted the damn thing's tail off. We may have blinded it too, I don't
know for sure. It went crazy after we cut it?s tail off, came after me, but
it couldn't see straight, and ended up getting Bra. Goten and I went nuts,
blasting the monster with everything we had. It must have been pretty
strong, our blasts didn?t seem to phase it." He paused, catching his breath.
"It was coming after me, I was down, and it was using that opportunity to
attack, but Bra approached the damn monster, I thought it was going to kill
her. Strangely enough, it didn't even hurt her, it actually seemed like it
respected her, or something. I don't know.
"Anyhow, Bra talked to it for a little while, then the stupid beast
turned and walked away. No, actually it stalked away. Then a few weeks
later, Bra's attacked by some animal. It was that cat, I just know it. I
can feel it in my bones!" Trunks said, his voice tight and his muscles tense.
"How do you know it was the cat?" Arianna asked, she knew it wasn't that
cat. It wasn't her.
"How do I know?" Trunks asked laughing. "How do I know? She had bite
marks all over her upper body, not to mention claw marks. If it had been an
Earth cat, it would have killed her and dragged her off to eat. It did
neither."
Arianna sighed, he was right. It wasn't an Earth cat that did it, but it
wasn't the cat they had fought that day either. The only other Arcaticain on
Earth, that Arianna knew about was Pinath, and that was something he would
definitely do.

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Trunks had left shortly after that, reminding her that he would be over
for her around six-thirty that night. She would be ready, and so, at around
six in the evening, here she stood, in front of her mirror, looking her
reflection over. Not bad, she thought, looking over her outfit. A short
black summer dress embroidered with red roses. A matching half coat covered
her bare shoulders. Black cross-stitched suede sandals completed her attire.
Her dark brown hair was down, covering the fine points of her Arcaticain
heritage ears. It was a wonder that Trunks hadn't noticed her ears by now.
Not to mention her eyes. Her features were strange, but either he didn?t
care, or just was to blinded by something to notice. The latter Arianna
figured. Whatever the reason, she didn't mind.
She combed her finders through her hair one last time, checked her
make-up for a sixth or seventh time and nodded her head in approval. She was
ready, now she just had to wait for Trunks to show up.

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"Mom, I'm going to be late!" Trunks yelled, trying for the fourth time to
run out the door.
"I'm just trying to make sure you look ok." His mother said, pulling on
his coat, the same coat he wore everyday. "Did you spend the night with her
last night, is that why you didn't come home?"
Trunks spun around, looking his mother right in the eyes, "What I did
last night is my business mother!" He said.
She smiled weakly, "Of coarse dear, I just wanted to know if you used any
protection?" She said, smiling brightly.
That really stopped him in his tracks, Come to think of it, he thought to
himself, Did I? Out of the six or seven times, he didn't think he'd used
anything anyone of those times.
Bulma knew by the look on his face. "It's alright dear, a woman almost
never gets pregnant the first time." She consoled, knowing that was not the
real truth. It was possible.
Trunks looked down at her again, "I really have to go mom." He whispered.
She nodded her head. "Your father will be here by the time you get back.
He went over to see your sister." It was Trunks turn to nod his head.
"I'll be back shortly," he said running out the door.
Bulma just shook her head, watching as he ran to his convertible blue car
and sped away. "I hope he knows what he's getting into," she said to no one
in particular. He mother was just walking into the living room and looked at
her daughter strangely. "Who?" She asked, seeing that no one else was in the
room with Bulma.
"Trunks," Bulma answered. "He spent the night with that girl he?s been
seeing, Arianna." Bulma turned around to look at her mother. "What kind of
name is Arianna anyway?!" She exclaimed.
Mrs. Briefs just shook her head and sympathetically clucked her tongue,
"I don't know my dear, but then again, what kind of name is Vegeta?"
Bulma turned around and glared at her mother. "Get over it mother!" She
screamed and stalked into the kitchen.
"It was just an honest question," her mother yelled after her retreating
back.

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Vegeta glared at the doctor as he walked into Bra's room. "Has she
changed any?" He snarled at the poor unsuspecting man. The doctor whirled
around, never hearing the patient's father enter her room. His dark brown
eyes widened in surprise, and he dropped the chart he'd been reading.
"She woke up a few minutes ago," the doctor stammered.
Vegeta walked over towards his daughter, her bright blue eyes gazed up at
him. The pain was evident in their ocean depths. He lovingly laid a hand
against her cheek, tenderly stroking his rough hand across her soft skin.
"Daddy?" Her voice was a mere whisper.
"Yeah, Sweetheart, it's me. How ya feeling?" he asked, sitting down on
a chair next to the hospital bed.
"Better," she said weakly.
"Trunks is bringing a friend over tonight," Vegeta said, "Be nice if you
were there to meet her too."
Bra smiled weakly, "Yeah," she said, "It would." Her gaze moved to the
window. "How long have I been here?"
"Quite awhile," he answered. "That cat messed you up pretty bad. Your
brother and I have been keeping, well, I've been keeping an eye out for that
beast. He's been keeping his eyes on Arianna."
Bra chuckled, which turned into a terrible cough. The doctor came
rushing over, "'I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to ask you to leave." The man
said, laying a large hand on Vegeta's shoulder.
Vegeta turned his dark gaze on the man, his eyes mere slits of midnight
coal. "How dare you-" he began, when Bra interrupted his tirade.
"Daddy, please?" her weak voice implored.
Vegeta looked down to his distraught daughter, then over to the
frightened doctor. "You're lucky this time!" He snarled, he took Bra's
hand, "I'll be back over later to see you, ok?"
She nodded her head yes.

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Arianna and Trunks were just arriving at Capsule Corp the same time that
Vegeta was, and she had not the slightest idea of what events were about to
unfold. Trunks was just opening the car door for her as his father was just
landing on the doorstep. His mother and grandparents were just coming out of
the door, standing next to Vegeta.
Trunks offered her his hand, helping her out of his car. She stood up,
turned towards Trunks? family and froze. Green-blue eyes clashed with dark
black ones.
"You fucking bitch!" Vegeta snarled, his fists clenching at his sides.
Trunks turned his surprised gaze towards his father, "What the hell?" he
yelled, looking confusedly from his family to his girlfriend.
"She's an Arcaticain!" Vegeta screamed, lunging forward, his hands
clawed, reaching for her neck.

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Author: Isabel
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