"THE UNPARDONABLE SIN" A V/M 'fic. Anything is possible.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ


Author's Note: All the characters belong to Akira Toriyama. I wrote the 'fic. Okay, things get a little intense here. It gets just a little 'lemony'. Is it me or is it hot in here? Anyway here's the next instalment. Thanks again for the encouragement. Enjoy!


Chapter 3: NO TURNING BACK

~*~

Vegeta leaned his head back against the tree trunk as he stared up into the night sky. What in Kami's name had made him kiss Marron?

"Damn it!" he yelled to himself, and slammed the tree trunk with the back of his fist, causing pieces of bark to fly in all directions. He was getting too old for this. He never would have allowed any female, let alone a weakling like Krillen’s brat, to affect him this much. She wasn't even fully human. The only other woman who managed to get under his skin was Bulma. But this time it was different. His mind kept seeing images of the beautiful blonde woman with haunting blue eyes who dared to defy him so blatantly. It was as if she knew she was asking for trouble by getting in his way, and still went ahead with it.

He smiled begrudgingly. He couldn't help but admire the way she got in his face and told him off even though she was about a foot shorter than he was. Her face had shown no fear. She was a far cry from the reaction he had expected of the little crybaby who used to always hide behind her father whenever Vegeta was around.

He used to feel that way about Bulma, but those feelings were long gone. Now that the Earth was at relative peace, he had to deal with the aspects of "normal" life day in and day out. He still didn't know what that meant. The urge for combat still surged through his veins like a life-force. They were too powerful to ignore. And settling down with a family had not changed that. Regardless of the circumstances, he had an obligation to remain faithful to his current mate. For what it was worth, he still had his honour to uphold.

~*~

The gentle island winds blew through Marron's hair as she sat on the beach on Kame Island looking at the sunset. She stared at the warm blue waters as it lapped up the surf and back in rhythmic motion. Why couldn't Vegeta be as predictable? She couldn't understand him at all. One minute he was making her life miserable. The next she knew, he was kissing her and she had kissed him back. In the short span since she had returned, he managed to turn her world upside down, without much effort.

"This has got to stop," she thought to herself. She wasn't about to let the former Saiyajin prince dictate her actions anymore. She had to know once and for all, if he had any feelings for her, besides contempt. It was time she took matters into her own hands.

~*~

"This better be important," Vegeta commented, as he landed on the island.

"Thank you for coming Vegeta," Marron replied in a neutral tone. Her parents and the rest of her extended family had gone off to get supplies leaving her alone on the island. It had been a perfect opportunity to meet with him privately.

"Spare me the pleasantries and get to the point."

"Why did you kiss me the other night?" she asked point-blank.

If he was taken by surprise by her forwardness, it didn't show on his face. Instead, he folded his arms over each other across his chest. "Don't flatter yourself. It was the only way I could get you to shut up. Why would I have any interest in a jinzouningen?"

"For your information, I am half-cyborg."

"So? It doesn't change the fact that I wouldn't waste my time on you."

Well, at least she got her answer. "That goes DOUBLE for me. So we are agreed then. You will respect my space and I will respect yours."

"Fine by me."

Marron offered her hand out as a symbol of their agreement. He stared at it briefly before taking it in his. She noticed that Vegeta was holding her hand longer than she expected, and pulled it away quickly.

"Don't let me keep you," she replied, trying to keep her voice in a level tone. Marron had no doubt that he wouldn't hesitate to use her weakness against her, if he knew how his presence affected her.

His face wore the same mask of emotion as he stared at her. She had worn a powder blue short sleeved summer dress that was nipped at the bust line and fell in soft folds along her thighs. With the sea breeze wafting through her blonde hair, she looked like a goddess. He wondered if Marron knew just how desirable she had become. If they had been on Vegetasei, he would have taken her right there and then. It took every ounce of self-control to not follow through with his thoughts. Instead, he powered up and took off before he made a very big mistake.

Marron just stared after him in confusion.

~*~

"So Marron, who's taking you to the gala tomorrow night?" Pan asked two weeks later, leaning her arms against the countertop of Marron's kitchen. She handed the younger girl a plate of sweet cakes and sat down on the stool opposite of her.

"You mean the one Capsule Corps is giving? I was going to go by myself."

Pan almost choked on her morsel of food. "Are you serious?" she asked in disbelief.

"It is okay nowadays, Pan," Marron replied calmly.

"I know that. I'm just surprised, that no one's asked you yet."

"Who said no asked me?"

"Well then?"

"I just didn't want to go out with any of them." It wasn't necessary to delve in too deeply into her reasons for wanting to go by herself.

"Okay Marron, Who's the guy?" Pan asked perceptively.

"Excuse me?"

"Who's the guy you're hung up on? You're hiding something. I can tell."

"I am NOT hung up on any guy."

"Yeah, right. Fine, don't tell me. But you know I'll find out eventually."

"Not if I can help it," Marron muttered under her breath. "So, how's Bra doing?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

"She says she's okay, but I can tell she's really hurting inside. That's why she's been going out every night to get away from everything."

Marron felt a twinge of guilt. Did she have the right to feel the way she did towards Vegeta, knowing how it would hurt Bra? Not to mention Bulma.

"It must be tough," was all she could say in response.

"My dad says that once Vegeta has his mind made up he never changes it."

"I don't doubt that for a minute."

"Say, why don't we take turns keep Bra company tomorrow night? It'll take her mind off her troubles?"

"Great idea. I'm with you all the way."

~*~

Marron craned her neck above the crowds in the grand ballroom of the Satan Plaza Hotel to see if she could spot anyone she knew. It was impossible to make heads or tails with all the people gathered in one place. Music and laughter filled the air as throngs of guests poured into the main ballroom. She had been temporarily relieved of her sitting duties and was just glad to have the opportunity of resting her weary feet from standing most of the night, even if it was for a few seconds.

"May I have this dance?" a purpled haired man asked her. Her eyes lit up immediately.

"Trunks! I thought I'd never find someone I knew in this melee."

"Does that mean you'll dance with me?" he replied smiling at his childhood friend.

"Sure," she said taking his outstretched hand. "Just don't step on my feet like last time."

"You're never going to let me forget that are you?"

"Never," she replied smiling sweetly.

"You look nice tonight Marron," he complimented, as he expertly navigated her around the room.

"That's a first. You never compliment on how I look."

"You've never looked that nice before," replied impishly, noticing how well she filled out the black halter top dress she wore for the occasion.

She promptly stepped on his foot, by 'accident' of course, causing him to yelp in pain.

"You did that on purpose," he growled.

"Did I? My mistake."

"You're lucky we're friends, Marron. Or else I'd drop you in the pool."

"Is...Um, everything still the same at home?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah," he answered wearily. If anything, things have gotten worse. Now, my parents don't even bother to talk to each other at all, even when they're in the same room."

On impulse, she gave him a friendly hug to comfort her long-time friend. He wrapped his arms around her in response, grateful to have someone to share his burden with. This did not go unnoticed. Vegeta had been hiding among the shadows, watching them from a distance. His eyes turned to a dark obsidian hue glaring with anger and unspoken jealousy.

"Thanks for the dance, Mr. President."

"Anytime. I'll catch you later."

Marron was about to make her way back to Pan and Bra before she was intercepted midway by none other than Vegeta. Her eyes reflected surprise. She had never seen Vegeta in formal attire before. To be quite frank, the sight of him in a custom tailored shirt and slacks took her breath away.

"I want a word with you," he said tersely.

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

"Outside."

Before she could protest, he went out to the deck, expecting her to follow.

"Well, since you asked soooo nicely," she muttered sarcastically, following him outside.

"You summoned, your majesty?"

"What is your business with my son?"

"I believe you should be asking Trunks that."

"I'm asking YOU."

"Trunks and I are 'friends'," she replied cautiously, leaving him to interpret her remark.

"Yes, I noticed," he said silkily. "Let there be no misunderstanding. You are not to see him any longer, do you understand?"

"Why?" she demanded angrily.

"He has better things to do than to associate with the likes of someone like you."

"I thought we had an agreement to respect each other's space. Or is that another one of your rules you conveniently dismiss when it suits you?"

Could it be possible that Vegeta was actually jealous of his own son? Impossible. He was only doing this to aggravate her. Oh, this was too good of an opportunity to pass up for revenge. This would teach him a lesson he would soon not forget.

"What's the matter Vegeta? Does it bother you seeing us together?" she asked in a husky voice, walking closer to him as she spoke, letting her hips sway gently as she walked. Her eyes never left his face. "Does it bother you when Trunks holds me close enough so that I can feel his heart beating against mine?"

Marron then came close enough to him so that her lips were just a breath away from his, taunting and teasing him as she spoke. His face wore the same expression, but she could tell from the look in his eyes, that her proximity was clearly affecting him. Excellent.

"Don't play with fire, unless you want to get burned," he warned.

She reached up on tiptoe and leaned over to his ear. "Let me give you a warning of my own. Trunks and I have been friends for a long time. And we're going to continue being friends until we're old and grey. If you don't like it, TOUGH."

She smiled a satisfied cat-like grin before turning abruptly to go back to the party.

~*~

Marron yawned tiredly as she entered her apartment later that night and dumped her high heels haphazardly to the floor, before collapsing onto the sofa face forward. It must have been 2 AM. She suddenly awoke from her hazy state when she heard a rustling coming from the adjoining room. The window had been pried open as the night air whistled through the curtains.

She quickly got up and tiptoed along the wall, for fear that the prowler was still in the apartment. Her fear was confirmed when she noticed the silhouette of a man standing near the window.

"Whoever you are, show yourself!" she demanded.

"Is that any way to greet a guest?" a deep voice came from the shadows, as he walked forward.

"Vegeta?!" she asked in shock. "What the hell are you doing here? You scared me half to death. And how did you get in here anyway?"

"I followed you here. Locks are really unnecessary especially for a Saiyajin."

"You have exactly 5 seconds to explain why you're here, before I throw you out."

He snorted at her threat. "Like you could ever do that."

Her eyes glittered angrily. "DON'T tell me what I can or can't do. I thought I made that clear tonight."

"There is one thing that needs clarification. And I'm not leaving until I get an answer from you."

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

Vegeta grabbed her by the shoulders and bent down to claim her lips passionately. Marron was too stunned to react. The last time he kissed her, it had been out of anger. Now, she didn't know what to think. She felt herself quickly lose resistance when his hands slid down her arms to wind them around her waist, bringing her against the length of his torso. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pressing her body even closer to his, and began to kiss him back with a fire of her own.

Vegeta took advantage of the situation by delving his tongue into her mouth to taste the inner sweetness. Marron sighed in pleasure as his lips trailed along the smooth skin of her throat, gently caressing the most sensitive areas with his tongue. She threw back her head to allow him better access, which he was all too willing to oblige. This was sheer madness and she knew it was wrong, but she neither had the strength or willpower to deny him any longer.

His hand slid along the curve of her waist before moving up her ribcage to rest itself on her breast and let his thumb tease the bud to hardness, causing her to moan and pull his head closer to her body. His other hand wandered to the curve of her inner thigh through the slit of her dress and rested itself between her legs. Marron's breath caught in her throat as spasms of raw pleasure coursed through her veins.

His lips left her skin as he bent down to whisper in her ear, "I think I've got my answer."

Marron smiled and kissed him with an equal passion.

He lifted her easily into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where they made love all through the night. Marron knew there would be consequences they would have to face, but just for tonight, Vegeta was hers and hers alone.



TO BE CONTINUED...