Happy Birthday, Ana! :D I will update this once a week until your birthday, at which point I'll post the last chapter! So enjoy!

"Why do I take these damned jobs?" Punching a few more buttons to make sure the transport was running in optimum order, he nodded with satisfaction. "Well, at least that means we'll be there on time… I swear by the gods when I arrive, I'm making it clear to that royal pain in the ass that I am not a damned babysitter. Shit, I'm a pirate! A scary fucking pirate! The only time I should be transporting princesses is when I've stolen them for ransom or my own pleasure!"

Turles left the engine room, slamming the door behind him and grumbled as he decided to check on his cargo. Princess in a frilly dress or not, the cargo was still Vegeta's baby sister and the prince would wring his piratey neck if there was so much as a scratch on her when they arrived. "Woman? You alive in here?" He called as he entered the living quarters.

No answer, so he checked the kitchen, which was where he usually found her if she was in that section of the ship. Nope, but she'd recently been there. Clean and neat and tidy this woman was not, and she ate like a Saiyan at that. It didn't matter if she was full-blooded Lunarian, the girl could still match him plate for plate, and it was the one thing she did that was not ladylike in the least. Hell, watching her eat reminded him of the eating contests between himself and his brother as brats; Usagi seemed to take it as a subtle challenge if Turles was even one plate ahead of her whenever he called her for mess. "Gods… we'll have to make another stop just for supplies at this rate," he growled as he surveyed the destruction that was the kitchen.

Turles was no maid, but his ship was his baby and he refused to let her get messy. And since the little princess probably didn't even know how to wash dishes he wound up taking care of them after every meal. Never mind that she'd thanked him for it on more than one occasion and had even cleaned his armor for him whenever he'd removed it, stating that she did it for Vegeta all the time whenever she visited him.

Dishes washed, Turles ventured towards the sleeping quarters. "Woman?" Still no response, and Turles felt a twinge of unease. The woman usually talked her head off and was loud as hell… no, she likely was fine. Probably just sleeping. Gods knew she slept like a fucking rock, and after all of the rations she'd just consumed she'd probably slipped into a food coma.

But she wasn't in her room, and there was only a few other places she could likely be, all of them forbidden to her. "Usagi!?" Turles froze and blinked when he heard a soft whimper coming from further down the hall, and his fist clenched in anger. "Woman! You'd better have a damned good reason for being in my sleeping quarters!" He yelled as he stomped down the hallway. "You know fucking well that a woman never goes into a warrior's room unless she wants one thing!" Turles slammed the door open and gaped at the sight in front of him, unable to process what he was even seeing.

Never mind the trembling princess sitting on his floor. Never mind the fact that she was sweating lightly and he could smell the fact that she was in heat… and extremely aroused. What held his total and utter attention was the fact that the bowl on his nightstand was missing a single fruit out of the two dozen… and that fruit was sitting in her hand, half-eaten. "You did not fucking steal one of my fruits," he ground between his teeth as his tail thrashed behind him wildly in rage.

"Turles…" Usagi gripped the chair she'd fallen from and shook as the movement made her ache between her thighs. "What's… please… what's wrong with me!? It… it burns! I feel so hot!"

That was when he took in the whole scene and managed to focus on something besides a missing fruit. "You're aroused. And in heat. No wonder you feel hot," he snorted, mentally slapping his inner beast when his tail began to thrash around in a much different manner. "Why is beyond me. What I want to know is why you took it upon yourself to invade my quarters and steal from me?"

"I wanted dessert but we were all out of anything sweet, and when I—" Usagi whimpered when she shifted and a shot of pleasure ran through her from the friction between her legs. "I didn't think you'd mind it if I ate just one!"

"In that fruit," Turles ground out, "lies all of the power of a single planet and everything that was living on it. Do you know how fucking hard I worked for those?" He snarled.

"Well, this one was a dud," Usagi whimpered. "It made me hurt; it's got to be poisoned or something."

"No," he snorted, "it's likely because you're Lunarian, stupid woman. Fruit from the Tree of Might doesn't always have the same effect on everyone. It makes me stronger, for example. It makes humans live longer. It even heals wounds for certain races. And you… well…" He smirked slightly as her hand rubbed at the ache between her legs. "It made you unbelievably horny."

"Horny?" She asked, clearly confused by the word.

"Dear gods… Vegeta's sister and still so damned naïve." He watched her stroke herself again and licked his lips at the sight when she moaned softly and her eyes fluttered shut. "Do that again and I'll forgive you for coming in here," he whispered slowly, surprising himself at how utterly turned on he was by watching her, how his beast was reacting to her as if she'd be a prime choice for a mate.

Turles bit down on his lower lip, silently willing himself to shut up when his chest began to rattle at the sight of her touching herself again, her lips parting slightly as she gasped for air. "Does that feel good, princess?"

Usagi nodded, cracking open her eyes to look up at him. "I… I don't know why, though… why… why is this helping?"

Inwardly groaning at how his beast was controlling his body, Turles knelt in front of her and pushed her skirts up around her thighs. "I'll explain later. Try it without all the clothing in the way, little rabbit."

That was something she comprehended and she blushed at the idea. "But you'll see me… and… and I don't know what I'm doing…"

"Think of this not just as a learning experience, but also as a way to redeem yourself, princess. Do as I say and not only will I forgive you for stealing from me, but I'll also forget to mention this little incident to your mother." Gods, and we always joked how Raditz would be the one to get executed for thinking with his cock, Turles mentally groaned. But this was just too good to pass up; Usagi was renowned on both the moon and on Vegeta-sai for her unparalleled beauty, and any Saiyan's inner beast would be jumping at the chance to get between her virginal thighs, to take her as a mate. Vegeta's going to kill me. "Well, I guess I could help you if you'd like," he mused, seemingly nonchalant about the whole thing. "Have you ever had a man touch you there before? It feels a whole lot better when someone else is doing it and not yourself."

"It does?" Usagi blinked and despite her shyness she found herself nodding. The horrible ache between her legs was only getting stronger and the thought of relieving it was the only thing she could focus on.

"Sure, it does. Come here, Rabbit. I'll show you." He pulled her to him and settled her in his lap, licking his lips at the hazy look of desire in her big blue eyes as he slid his hand up her skirt and caressed the insides of her thighs. Her reaction was immediate and he chuckled when she squirmed, the friction rubbing him in all the right places and arousing him in turn. "Hold still, little rabbit. You don't want me to stop, do you?" He asked, his question punctuated by a brush of his knuckles over her underwear.

Usagi arched into that touch and shook her head. "Please don't stop, Turles… that felt so good…"

"I won't, Rabbit," he whispered against her ear as he felt his pants tighten a little more in reaction to a soft moan coming out of her mouth. His touch was firmer as he began to rub at the crotch of her panties, and her arousal was evident by the way the cotton was utterly soaked with her desire.

"You… you said without the clothes in the way," she whimpered weakly.

"Would you like me to touch you without these on?" He purred seductively. "To feel my bare skin on you?"

"Yes… please, yes…" Usagi lifted her bottom to help him slide them down her legs and went limp in his arms at the first touch of his bare fingers caressing the lips of her sex, gently parting the folds to stroke her entrance.

Turles held her still as her hips lifted and her back bowed immediately when he just barely brushed his calloused fingers over her clit for the first time and nipped at her ear lightly in warning. "Hold still, Rabbit," he reminded her.

"I can't help it," she whined, "my body's doing it on its own! Please, Turles, make it stop," she begged, on the verge of tears from sheer need.

His beast reacted before Turles could, and that was with worry for the petite blonde in his lap. How much of that fruit had she eaten, anyway? "Rabbit, how many did you eat? It only looked like one was missing, but…"

"Just the half of that one, I swear it," she sobbed. She would have been warmed by the way he was wiping at the few tears that had leaked out, but the only thing she could concentrate on was the throbbing inside of her for more of his touch.

Ok, they were going to have to go a lot further than he thought. Turles had been planning on just getting her off and having her return the favor, but something told him she was going to need a lot more attention than that. "Alright, Rabbit, come on," he said, lifting her up as he stood and carried her to his bed. "Must be because you're in heat, too. Just relax for me," he ordered as he began to work at the buttons and ties on her gown. "Damned royal finery. I swear, woman… we're on a transport out in the middle of space, and I'm the only one here besides you. Why do you bother with the damned dress? It's not like I haven't seen you in nothing but training clothing."

"Mother insisted," she answered miserably as she sat up and began to help him with the ties to her dress, totally uncaring at that point if he saw her naked. If it got rid of the burning need inside of her she'd do whatever he wanted. The moment her dress was gone she felt his mouth moving over her throat and the tops of her breasts and moaned, clutching and tugging at his tank top. "Corset… we need to get the cor—" Well, forget the corset, it was gone with a simple cut down the center from the knife he usually had on his belt, and she arched into his hands when they immediately went to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing the nipples with the callouses on his palms.

In the back of her hazy mind, a tiny sane voice was trying to yell at her, trying to tell her that what they were doing was the thing that only married people did at night, the thing that her mother had told her she would do on her wedding night in the future. What that thing was, she didn't exactly know, but instinct told her that this—the touching and the pleasure—was it.

But she didn't care; that thing seemed to be easing the burning inside of her while leaving her aching for more, and when his mouth pressed to hers she moaned, arched into the fingers slipping into her folds, and opened to his questing tongue. Usagi was squirming again as he stroked that spot between her legs that had made her thrash about; pleasure was shooting through her body, easing the effects of the fruit, but it was so damned intense that she could hardly stand it. "Too much," she whimpered between kisses. "Please, Turles… please…"

The Saiyan warrior pinning her nodded, stripped off his shirt, and kissed her passionately as he fumbled with the buttons on his pants. He knew what she needed and her scent had him more aroused than he'd ever been in his life… and he had every intention of giving it to her as long and as hard as she needed it. "Gonna hurt at first, little rabbit… try to relax for now and I'll do this properly next time."

Usagi had no clue what he was talking about, but yet again, if it relieved the burning she'd do whatever he thought would help it. That was when she felt him pressing his entry and gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure, only to be silenced as he kissed her again. Only this time the kiss was soft, slow and tender, a kiss that was meant to soothe and relax her even though every muscle was as tight as a bowstring.

Turles did what he could to prepare her despite the fact that she was already sopping wet, and when she began to writhe and clutch at him he drove forward, filling her quickly despite the pain he knew he was inflicting with every rough shove past all of that tight resistance. "Did that help even a little?" He whispered as she fought to breathe beneath him while he let his hands gently stroke and calm her.

"Yes… but it hurts," she whimpered.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I can make it feel really good if you don't mind a courtship mark… we're still six weeks out and it'll probably heal within two."

Usagi nodded rapidly and offered up her shoulder, her hand tangling in his hair the moment she felt his teeth graze her skin. "Do it," she whispered when he only kissed and licked at the spot for several moments. "Please, Turles… feels like I'm dying…"

He felt her stiffen when he sunk his teeth in and couldn't help but groan happily at both the taste of her and the sensation of her tightening around him as she moaned his name heatedly. "Dear gods, Usagi… you feel so good, sweetheart… I'm going to move now and it should feel good, but tell me if I'm hurting you, ok?"

She didn't have to say a word one way or another; the moment he moved she cried out loudly, her voice echoing throughout the ship as she began to meet him for every thrust, her shouts becoming louder and sharper as he began to pound into her hard and fast. Usagi found herself unable to breathe as she screamed in reaction to an avalanche of sensation exploding within her, her back bowing dangerously high the moment she came.

Turles collapsed on top of her, dripping sweat as she milked him forcefully, both of them sagging and trembling in the aftermath. "Holy shit, Rabbit," he eventually whispered. "Better?"

"Yes, but… it's coming back," she whimpered softly, her lips slowly wandering the thick column of his throat.

"Alright then. Come on, Rabbit. I promised that I would do this right and I will." Turles carried her from the bed to the bath and set her down in it as the water began to fill the tub, climbing in with her after retrieving some necessities.

"The hot water's making it worse," she practically sobbed, immediately yanking him to her and rubbing against him. She could almost feel every molecule of water brushing along her skin, lighting her on fire from her neck down, and her body was screaming yet again for some kind of friction, anything to give her some sense of relief. "Please Turles… please do it again… it made me feel so much better," she begged softly, already straddling his lap as her body took over for what her mind didn't know how to do.

"Hang on, sweetheart," Turles purred sympathetically. Dear gods, this was almost identical to the way Saiyan males felt and acted during the burning, and Turles couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for her; he knew all too well how he wanted nothing more than to fuck all day long for a week straight whenever it hit him once every few years. "I'd rather not taste blood and myself, so let me get you clean and I'll take care of you."

"Taste?" Usagi asked in confusion. Another question was on her lips but it flew right out of her head when he began to wash between her legs, every stroke of the washcloth in his hands making her clutch at him and moan deliriously for more. She nearly cried when he removed his hand, but before she could voice her desperation he was lifting her up to the edge of the tub and his head was between her legs, his lips immediately sucking and nibbling at her clit.

Her release came within a matter of moments and she screamed again as her fingers clutched at his scalp and pulled at his hair.

Turles didn't stop there; he was slowly growing aroused yet again but wasn't quite ready to perform just yet. He kept her hips pinned as he continued the slow, sure motions of his mouth while he added his tail to the mix, thrusting it inside of her steadily, ripping scream after scream of rapture from her pretty little throat.

One of his hands fumbled blindly to the side of her for a moment and he grinned into her heat as he found the rest of the fruit that he'd brought. "Hold still," he murmured when he pulled away for a moment, smiling in satisfaction at the way she immediately sagged backwards, panting heavily, her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat. "I thought I'd mix the two best things I've ever had in my mouth," he purred as he carefully squeezed the fruit from the Tree of Might over her already-soaked folds.

Usagi's reaction was instantaneous, and she grabbed at his hair again and yanked him back down as the juice made her ache and tingle afresh despite all of the attention Turles had shown the throbbing bud between her thighs. "Made it so much worse!" She yelped as he gave her a slow lick.

Turles groaned deliriously at the taste of her and began to ravenously lap at every drop of the juice he could find, feeling the power from the fruit trickle into him as he took her with his mouth. "You taste so fucking good it's unreal," he told her softly before diving right back in.

It wasn't until she'd come numerous times and he was sure he'd gotten all of the tasty juice up that Turles let his beast finally take over and pulled her back into the spacious tub once more. "I want you again, Rabbit," he whispered between gentle, slow kisses as he pressed against her over-sensitive entrance. He bit her again as he filled her and growled in approval when she arched into him and moaned his name.

"Feels so good, Turles," she whispered as she nibbled at his lips, clutching at his back while he began to thrust into her long and slow. "Don't stop," she begged weakly, her legs trembling as she began to move in time with him beneath the steaming water.

"Are you about to come, little rabbit?" Turles whispered sexily as he moved a little harder. "That's it," he urged her when she began to tighten around him, "I want to feel your pleasure, Rabbit… I want to know how good I make you feel… oh yeah, that's it," he groaned happily when she bit down on her own hand as she cried his name for the hundredth time that day. "Again, Usagi," he ordered hoarsely before sinking his teeth into her shoulder for the third time and drowning in the sensations pouring through the strengthening courting bond. Gods, the prince and the king were going to kill him if they ever found out about this.

The princess came again as ordered and for the first time initiated a kiss, claiming his lips aggressively as she tightened and moaned, moving her hips insistently more even more of him. "Please don't stop," she begged huskily as she began to kiss and nibble at his throat, slowly dragging her lips over his heated skin just as he'd been doing to her.

Turles could only make a soft choked noise in response when she found a spot below his jaw that made his knees weak; damn if this naïve little virgin wasn't a fast learner and a surprisingly passionate lay! "Bed," he purred suddenly, standing with her still straddling his waist. "Come on, Rabbit, I want you to ride me to your pleasure." He grinned when she made a little noise of protest and flexed around his throbbing cock, but he'd meant what he'd said and dried them with his ki before taking her back to the bed and lying down with her on top of him. "What, Rabbit? Do you like having me in control? Taking you, pounding into you? Did you enjoy being dominated by a Saiyan warrior?"

Usagi blushed and nodded and would have probably left the room in embarrassment, but the ache was coming back and she had to move or burn up from the inside out. "And I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted shyly.

"Mmm… you're doing a fine job, beautiful," he sighed as she rode him slowly. "You feel so good… nice and hot and tight… and the way you moan my name when you're coming turns me on like nothing else," he replied honestly, hoping that the encouragement would help her out. "Mmm… what about you, Rabbit? How does my cock feel inside of you?"

Usagi blushed brighter but nodded as she moved a little harder, a flash of pleasure making her moan softly. "Feels wonderful, Turles… and a little too big," she confessed. "But it doesn't hurt," she added when she felt a flash of concern for her in the back of her mind.

"Good… I want it to feel nice for you, Rabbit… come for me like this and I'll give you what you really want, alright?" The sight of her licking her lips in anticipation made his beast rear up and growl possessively, but Turles conked it on top of the head in reaction. Hell no, he was not taking the princess as a mate. Not only would the king and the prince kill him for that, they'd do it slowly.

That train of thought was broken when Usagi moaned his name deliriously and began to shake from her impending climax, and Turles purred hard in response, knowing that the vibration between her thighs would send her right over the edge. "Yeah, Rabbit… gods, I love making you come, sweetheart… now… my turn." He flipped her onto her back then and took over, but stopped when he had a wicked thought. "Hm… you really want me to dominate you, sweetheart?"

She licked her lips again, and even though the effects of the fruit were wearing off a little bit, she was still feeling uninhibited enough to answer honestly. "Yes, I do… but not if it hurts," she added nervously.

"Never hurt you," he murmured against her lips, his beast taking over at the sight of a flicker of fear in her eyes, moving inside of her once more, keeping the motions soft, slow and soothing. "I swear to give you nothing but pleasure when you're in my bed, Usagi." He silenced her with a kiss when he felt her in the back of his head, ready to consent to whatever it was he had in mind. "No, my little rabbit. Next time, maybe. It's your first time and I've been a bit rough with you when I should have been gentle." He moved harder, but only just a little bit when he felt her soften towards him and her lips feathered over that spot below his jaw once more, her body moving in time with his as she purred with pleasure and clutched at him tightly.

"Turles?" She whimpered, teetering on the edge.

"Hm?" He chuckled as she came hard, her nails digging furrows into his back that matched all the others from earlier.

"I want you to feel good too." What was that word he'd used? "I want you to come for me… doesn't seem fair to you… you've made me do it so many times…"

"Only if you're satisfied, Rabbit… I can wait if you're not," he purred as his beast bent his head for him and nibbled at her mark. He could tell through the bond that the fruit was wearing off, but frankly he wasn't ready for it to be over; not only was he enjoying himself but he reveling in her responsiveness towards him, the way this petite woman was setting off his inner beast. "Do you need more, sweetheart?"

"One more," she said as her hand found the base of his tail and began to stroke; now that she could think a little she remembered Geta telling her that it was a very pleasurable area for a Saiyan male. She wasn't disappointed, Turles immediately groaned and his purr hit a whole new level, his hips surging forward and sending her for the edge yet again. "Come with me," she whimpered, fluffing her fingers through the fur of his tail and giving it a gentle squeeze with her hand as her body squeezed his cock tightly and she moaned his name in total surrender.

Turles was right there with her and he sank his teeth into the mark yet again as he emptied himself inside of her and groaned in utter satisfaction. "Better?" He whispered once he could think of something other than how great he felt.

"Mmm… thank you, Turles," she sighed, giving his tail a slow stroke as she kissed him gently. "I'll… I'll head back to my roo—" He cut her off with another kiss, shaking his head as he fought with the covers and finally drew them up around their trembling, sweaty bodies.

"Not a fucking chance, woman. You're sleeping right here tonight," Turles said smoothly as he wrapped his arms and tail around her and continued to purr for her, his lips twitching up as he felt her smile against his chest.

It's going to be a royal ass-kicking fiesta the likes of Vegeta-sai has never seen before! But they've still got six weeks before docking, so I wonder what might happen before then…? :D R&R!