Nomen est Omen

It's true, I'm alive and this fic still ongoing, only I'm slow as hell these days, so just until an update I bring a first small bit from the next chapter. 😇🥰

Her breath was soft against his mouth. She tilted her face up to him, blue eyes wide, unguarded and in that split second, Raditz stopped waiting.

He knew.

He’d thought about it before. Countless times. Late nights with her scent still clinging to his senses, during that sparring session when her lip curled in challenge, even in Hell when she smirked like she could bend fate. He’d imagined her mouth, her taste, the sound she might make if he pulled her close and just took what he wanted.

But this time he didn’t just imagine.

All his life has been about imagining a better life, a something else, looking at everything as a hopeful what if.

Not in this life.

His grip tightened on her waist, tail wrapping fully around her with a growl low in his chest. In one swift motion, he lifted her. She gave a soft gasp, instinctively grabbing his shirt for balance, and her body met his, heat and softness and tension packed into the small space between them.

His mouth crashed onto hers with a certainty that never been his. And when she made that small, startled noise against his lips and clung tighter…

It was like fire in his veins.

Her scent exploded in his mind, the one that kept him awake at nights and was distinct in the sulfur of Hell or above the leftover food now. Heat and strength. Her body trembled just slightly in his arms, his hand spanned her back, fingers splayed like he could memorize every curve through the thin cotton of her shirt. No excuse for his tail now to explore skin wherever he wanted. He was good at taking, wasn't he? Wasn't that the Saiyan way? But what undid him was all she was giving. The taste of her as her slightly opened mouth gave way to eager tongue. 

Until she didn't.

She stiffened.

He felt it. The second it all tipped.

Her fingers on his chest went from gripping to pressing. Her mouth stilled. Her body tensed in his hold.

He broke the kiss, panting, blinking through the haze.

“Bra…?”

“I…I need to go,” she breathed, eyes wild, lips still parted.

And before he could stop her, she squirmed in his hold, scrambled down and in one ridiculous, glorious motion vaulted through the window like a Saiyan on fire.

Raditz stood there, mouth ajar, the curtains flapping in the wind she'd left behind.

...She jumped out the window.

He blinked.

Then smirked.

His heart was still jackhammering in his chest. His mouth was tingling. His tail slowly uncurled from where it had wrapped around nothing now.

And for the first time in his entire cursed life, Raditz wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh, swear, or fly after her.

Probably all three.

It's true, and it's really here, and I will try to be around sooner with the next this time♥

Bra stood near the kitchen island, drying her hands on a towel. Across the room, Raditz paced once, then caught himself and leaned against the wall instead, arms folded tightly. Trying not to look tense. And failing.

“Are you nervous?” she asked lightly, breaking the silence.

He snorted, as if the question was absurd. “About what? It’s just dinner.”

She raised a brow. “Dinner with your family. For the first time ever.”

“Huhh,” he grunted, eyes fixed somewhere across the room. But truth be told, his pulse had been erratic ever since they finished cooking. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted this to go well, until now. 

Bra stepped closer and gently touched his arm. Her fingers were warm, steady.

He looked down at her. That simple contact unravelled something in him. He wanted to reach out, to return the touch, to anchor himself there. Or just grab her into his arms and run away, far from this awkwardness and pressure. The urge was overwhelming, chest-tightening. But before he could act on it, the doorbell rang.