Dragon Ball: RNG Rebirth

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. Did she just ask what I think she did? I turn to face her, my eyebrow quirking upward. "What, you don't like your own bed?" I joke, trying to play it cool.

She crosses her arms over her chest, the flexible fabric of her bodysuit creaking softly. "I just...I don't want to be alone," she admits, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "And you...you're different. I can tell."

The air between us crackles with tension. I swallow hard, suddenly aware of how little space there is in this room. "Sure," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I'm not exactly the cuddling type."

Zelle smirks, a hint of mischief lighting up her features. "We'll see about that," she says, sliding into the room and closing the door behind her.

I sit on the edge of my bunk, my mind racing. What does she want from me? Sex? Companionship? Or is this some sort of Saiyan power play? I can't tell, and that both excites and terrifies me.

Zelle's eyes scan the room, taking in the sparse furnishings before finally landing on me. She's still in her black sleeveless bodysuit, the blue and yellow Saiyan armor from our spar clinging to her powerful frame like a second skin. The scouter is nowhere to be seen, tossed aside in her earlier rage.

"Cody," she says again, her voice softer this time. "I just want to sleep here. My room is...cold."

I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Cold?" I repeat, my tone dripping with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth!" she insists, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. "What, you think I'd lower myself to sleep with a grunt?"

I laugh, a harsh sound that bounces off the metal walls. "You've got a point there," I say, standing up to face her. "But I'm not buying it. You're the Saiyan with the big fancy powers and I'm just a blue-skinned pretty boy to you. What do you really want?"

Her cheeks color, and she looks away, a rare show of embarrassment. "Look," she says, her voice low and earnest. "I don't know what it is about you, but I...I like fighting with you. It's different. You're not like the others. You actually challenge me."

I cross my arms over my chest, watching her closely. "Is that all?" I ask, my voice a low rumble. "Or is there something else?"

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I think she's going to deny it. But then she sighs, her shoulders slumping. "I'm lonely," she admits. "I miss...companionship. And you're the only one who's ever talked to me like I'm more than just a weapon."

I'm silent for a beat, considering her words. Then, with a shrug, I gesture to the empty bunk above me. "It's all yours," I say. "But don't get any ideas."

Her eyes light up, and she quickly jumps up to claim her spot, pulling a thin blanket over her. "Thank you," she says, her voice genuine.

As she settles in, I can't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through me. Maybe she does see me as more than a rival or a plaything. Maybe she sees me as a...friend. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

"Goodnight," I murmur, sliding into my own bunk.

"Goodnight, Cody," she replies, her voice already drifting into sleep.

The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the ship's engines and the occasional clank of metal on metal. I stare up at the ceiling, my thoughts racing. What does this mean for us? For the future of the Frieza Force? And what the hell do I do now that I've got a Saiyan warrior in my bed?

The warmth from Zelle's body radiates through the bunk, and despite my better judgment, I find myself moving closer to her, seeking the comfort she seems to be offering. Her breathing is steady and even, and for a moment, I allow myself to relax. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe I can get some rest after all.

But as I drift off to sleep, my mind is still racing, planning our next spar, calculating our moves and countermoves. Because even though she's in my bed, she's still a Saiyan, and I know that tomorrow, we'll be back at it, fighting tooth and nail.

And maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to look forward to it.

The next morning, I wake up with a start, the sound of my own scream echoing in my ears. I sit bolt upright, heart racing, only to find Zelle leaning over me, her brown eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes me swallow hard. For a split second, I'm convinced she's going to crush my skull in her bare hands.

But then I see it—the look in her eyes. It's not anger or annoyance. It's hunger. It's need. It's a look that says, "Take me, now." And suddenly, my fear turns to something else entirely—desire.

My eyes dart to her full, inviting lips, the curve of her breasts pressed against the tight bodysuit, the way her muscles ripple with every breath she takes. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, and look back up into those eyes. She's not just a powerful Saiyan warrior anymore—she's a woman, and a damn fine one at that.

"Morning, handsome," she says, her voice a low purr that sends a shiver down my spine. She smirks, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "You're not so tough when you're sleeping, are you?"

"What...what are you doing?" I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse.

"What does it look like?" she responds, her gaze never leaving mine. "I want to spar again. But this time...it'll be a different kind of battle."

The room is suddenly hot, the air thick with tension. I can feel my body responding, my heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with fear. This is new territory for me, and I'm not sure I know the rules.

"What are you saying?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Her hand traces the line of my jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "I'm saying that I like what I see," she murmurs. "And I think you like what you see too."

My mind races, trying to process what's happening. Zelle, the untouchable Saiyan goddess, wants me? But why? I'm just a grunt with a fancy move set and a cocky attitude. What could she possibly see in me?

"I...I don't know," I admit, my voice trembling slightly.

Her hand slides down my chest, her fingers playing with the edge of my armor. "Let's find out," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.

And before I know it, she's straddling me, her body pressing down on mine with a weight that's both terrifying and exhilarating. My hands move of their own accord, gripping her hips as she leans in closer, her eyes never leaving mine.