So, this is another thing I was working on to assuage my writer's block since October or so, and due to the AMAZING artwork the BroDare created for this story and another that I've been working on for even longer, I decided to post it! It'll be short, and the updates will HOPEFULLY come steadily (like a certain pair of Saiyans MWUHUHAHAHAHA), so REVIEW and I'll work on pumping one out! Now… off to work on Unity!
Oh, and for those of you that don't know, Clandestine means "secret." :D
Chibi-Usa, the crown princess of the Moon Kingdom and Vegeta-sai, was furious.
Not upset, not a little mad. She was simply flat-out furious. Livid. Hell, she was ten degrees past livid as she stormed into her room and stripped out of her fancy gown, tossing the silk and lace in a crumpled-up ball into the farthest corner. She donned her plainest garment then, the only one she could lace herself in that wasn't a nightgown—the one she wore to sneak into the city when she changed her physical appearance just so she could get away from the palace and all the bowing and titles and finery.
"I know it's your seventeenth birthday, Usa. I know," her mother had groaned, her face burning bright red. "But I can't have this conversation with you yet, alright? Next year, when you've reached your majority, I swear it on the crystal."
"You swore it on the crystal last year, Mother! Isn't that supposed to be equivalent to Daddy and me swearing on our tails!?"
"Sweetheart, please don't get so angry. Please. You don't understand; my own mother never even had this conversation with me before I married your father. It's just not done… and I don't think I could even get halfway through the conversation without passing out!"
Before she put the simple blue gown on, she took a good, long, assessing measure of herself in the mirror. "Just as Paw Paw said the last time I saw him, so what's the issue?" She seethed quietly. "Full tits, round hips, legs for miles. I'm a woman, not some little girl anymore! So what's the big hang-up!? I'm a woman, I should know about men at my age, even Aunt Rei and Aunt Ami agreed with me about that!" And of course Uncle Raditz had, but Queen Serenity had made everyone swear not to give her any information that the queen herself should be giving to her daughter personally, as was her duty as a Lunarian mother.
Information that she still wouldn't give her. Information that she had no close friends to ask about. Well, none that definitely would keep their mouths shut, anyway. "Disguise power," she said to her transformation pen. "Make my hair brunette and hide my mark. And communicator, search Saiyan Massage Parlor. I'm bound to get some answers there."
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Rolling her eyes at her latest successful ducking of a palace guard and several Saiyan Elite, Usa darted into an alleyway and couldn't help yet another eyeroll at how incompetent they all could be. Hell, if she could sneak in and out of the palace and dodge them once they'd caught sight of her, how in the gods' names could they possibly be any good at protecting the royal family!?
"I'd have a conversation with Father about it, but then I'd have an even harder time sneaking out," she admitted with a huff, pulling her communicator out of her subspace to check her location. Wonderful, only two doors down from her current location! "Heh, they chased me right to the door! Amazing, the palace guards were useful for once in their lives!"
Usagi was downright elated that she'd made it to her destination and strode purposefully towards the door, but as she reached for the doorknob she froze and stared at it nervously. If she did this, her mother was going to kill her… but at the same time…
"Ah, a first-timer?"
The exotic accent and the chipper tone had the princess spinning on her heels to stare up at one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen in her life—wow, she's almost as pretty as Aunt Mina—and Usa swallowed hard when the tastefully, yet scantily-clad—how is it even possible for her to do that!? She's showing everything and still looks so glamorous!—woman gave her a sunny, welcoming smile. "Um… yes," she managed hoarsely. "First time."
"Well, then, we'll just have to set you up with one of our best men—or women, whichever you prefer." Apparently her expression completely gave her away, because the woman grinned saucily down at her and winked. "A man, then. Come on in with me, sugar, I'll get you set up."
Before she could voice a reply, Chibi-Usa was taken by the hand and led inside of a small lobby that was as comfortable looking as her own room, furnished with plush overstuffed chairs and a cozy little fireplace, a long dark-wooded desk sitting towards the back of the room. The lovely woman took seat there and pointed to the chair across from her, giving her another wink, and despite her nerves, the princess couldn't help but stop herself from taking her seat. "I'm Celes," the woman informed her. "And you are?"
"Um… uh… Rabbit," Usagi managed as she fished for the first fake name that could come to mind.
"Heh… I understand your desire for anonymity, darling, but at least assure me that you're of age?"
"Oh, yes. Today's my seventeenth birthday," she answered honestly.
"But not eighteen," Celes immediately sighed, tapping a pen thoughtfully against her chin as she eyed the brown length wrapped around her new client's waist.
"I'm of age," Chibi-Usa argued. "I'm part Saiyan, therefore I've reached my majority under Saiyan law."
"Yes, but you're half or less judging by your blue eyes," Celes remarked before hitting a button on her console. "Broly, would you come in here, darling?" She drawled out. "Broly usually handles Saiyan clients," she added once she'd turned off the intercom and they waited for the summoned employee to enter. "In regards to your age, sugar, his word is the final word. If he says no, then the answer is simply that; understand? Good," she said with a smile when the disguised princess nodded. "And if he says yes, then he'll be attending to you for… wait, just how long were you planning on staying?"
Usagi hesitated to answer, not sure exactly what was considered normal. But she wanted to stay away from the palace for at least a day to make her mother sweat it out, so… "I don't know? May I stay the night?" Apparently that was a bit out of the norm, judging by Celes' wide green eyes. "I… um… if money's the issue?"
"No, sugar, it ain't the issue, it's just that most clients stay for an hour, maybe a few at the most."
"And most of them don't show up around noon, either," a low, male voice chuckled from behind her. "You sneaking away from your parents, atti? Or a potential mate?"
Spinning around, Usagi blushed at the sight of a Saiyan male as tall as her Uncle Raditz and managed a little shake of her head. "I'm not mated or courting, I promise."
"Hm… parents, then," he deduced. "Show me your shoulders."
Usagi hesitated only a moment before baring them, and when she was found to be mark-free, the long-haired Saiyan gave her a little nod. "Kio says she's ok regarding age," he told Celes. "And she doesn't have a courting mark, so I'm alright with it. Is your father Saiyan or your mother?"
"My father," she answered automatically.
"Is he a fairly strong warrior?" When she blanched a little and looked away, he snickered. "I'd just like to know what I'm up against if he comes banging down my door, atti."
"He's um… Elite," she mumbled contritely. "But he won't miss me for at least thirty-six hours," she added quickly. "Please, Broly. You are Broly right? I just want to learn about sex, that's all I'm here for, and payment won't be an issue, I swear it on my tail. Please," she added again for good measure, daring to look up and meet his eyes.
Broly flinched slightly at that while she wrung her hands nervously, and Celes finally broke the silence after a long, quiet moment. "You'll pay the birthday girl rate, plus a fifty percent adjustment for the risk level. Normally I'd give you a virgin discount, but I'm nixing it due to the potential shitstorm should your father come looking for you." The madame wrote down a figure on a piece of paper then after some quick mental calculations and slid it across the desk, and to her utter surprise, Usagi didn't blink at the price before handing over a large sum of credits. "Now I'm regretting the fact that you're not into women," she purred. "For this amount I would have taken you to bed myself."
"Oh?" Usa squeaked, only to be tugged gently from her chair by Broly before Celes could elaborate. "Thanks," she murmured to Broly when he pulled her along into a spacious bedroom that was just as luxuriously furnished as the lobby. "Something tells me that I didn't want her going into detail."
"She thinks you're cute," Broly replied with a little grin. "Celes has excellent taste in women, and she can smell a virgin from a mile away. Deflowering maidens is one of her favorite things about this job. Now come on, sit down, and we'll go over the rules."
Taking the offered seat, Usagi just stared at him blankly as he nestled himself in beside her on the overstuffed cough. "Rules?"
"Unbreakable rules that I have regarding the bedroom, sweetheart."
"Oh, ok?" What kind of rules would there be? Surely whatever went on between men and women didn't need rules… did it?"
"Rule number one, beautiful. No means no. If you say no or stop, I stop. Period. No guilt about it, alright?" Broly smiled when she visibly relaxed into the couch at that statement and she nodded. "Rule two. Pure honesty in this room. That is something that I believe in as much as rule number one. Okay? No lies." When she trembled a bit and her eyes darted to the side, Broly sighed patiently. "Okay, sweetheart. What are you hiding? Kio said you're old enough, but… is it your age? How old are you?"
"Oh no, I'm seventeen today, I swear it on my tail," Usa said quickly, her eyes going wide. "It's… it's just that…" She blushed as she removed her pen from her subspace and waved it, letting out a rush of air, cringing as she waited for the violent verbal explosion that was sure to come. But when he was only silent, she looked up to find him assessing her seriously. "I don't know what sex is," she admitted in a whisper. "Momma won't tell me because of some stupid backwards family tradition, and I'm tired of being treated like a child… though I have to admit," she added sadly, "I kind of did act like one this time."
"Yes and no. I'll agree that you're being treated like a child, and that the way you handled it was a little extreme… but I was seventeen three years ago. I know what it feels like when you think you're being patronized. It sucks." Broly chuckled but kept his seat when she rose and headed for the door. "What? Change your mind? The least I could do for the birthday girl would be to give her some information."
Usa stopped at that, utterly floored that he was willing to discuss anything with her now that he knew she was princess. "Wait… you'd still…?"
"Hey, you paid for my time and my services… more than enough for the rest of today and all night. Just promise me that no one's going to come looking for you or anything. I don't want the king shoving that sword of his up my ass and twisting it in a vicious little circle."
"No, I turned my communicator off when I left the palace and removed the battery, so there's no way my Aunt Ami could track me. And I used the disguise pen to hide me from Aunt Rei's sight. And I always keep my ki low and use my crystal to mask it, and the remainder of my masked ki to hide the resonance from my crystal."
"Hahaha! Quite the accomplished little escape artist, aren't you, sweetheart!?" Broly exclaimed, standing up to take her hand and tug her back to the plush, velvety couch.
Usagi couldn't help a wry little smile and shrugged. "Well, when you want to get out and see the city, you sort of have to be extra careful. Paw Paw's the only one that's ever been able to track me, but he's back on Vegeta-sai, so I'm not too worried about him. Father's used to me disappearing, so he wouldn't call Paw Paw unless I didn't return by tomorrow afternoon."
"I sure hope not… because your grandfather would Garlick Gun me right in the nads if he found out about this."
"Before or after my father twisted his sword in your ass?" Usagi giggled.
"They'd probably turn it into some sort of family bonding activity," Broly snorted as he studied her just as carefully as he had before. "So, you hungry?" Her surprised expression made him smile gently and he reached out to fondly caress her cheek, warming at the sight of her instant blush.
Wow, she really was as innocent as she claimed to be! He'd have to be very, very careful, that was for sure. He wanted to accidentally harm her even less than he wanted to face her male relatives. "I figured we could share a meal while you asked me any questions you wanted. And then… we'll go from there, okay? So, anything in particular that you'd like to eat?"
"Oh, I'm not a picky eater in the slightest," she assured him, visibly relaxing in the comfortable, exotic environment, her inner beast purring happily at the musky scent in the room. "Hm… she's never done that before. That kind of purr, I mean," Usa remarked absently when Broly returned from placing their supper order with Celes. "She rarely purrs at all, now that I think about it. Daddy said that my beast wasn't much to speak of, though, in Saiyan terms."
"She likes my smell," Broly informed her. "It's part of what we're going to talk about, baby." He sat down next to her then and turned her face so that she was looking him in the eye, and smiled when she jumped a little and blinked. "There we go, that's it. You were too busy wringing your hands and freaking out to notice it the first time, but I felt it loud and clear. Whoa, princess!" Broly said quickly when she leapt up from the couch, snagging her with his tail to bring her back to his side. "Relax."
"But… but… hi'sha," she gasped. "Oh shit, I need to get out of here! I need to—eek!" Chibi-Usa was only held firmly in place when she tried to flee a second time, and after a very brief struggle she looked up at him in sheer terror.
"Relax," he repeated gently, chuckling silently. "I'm not going to go crazy… or whatever it is your mother told you that Saiyans do when they feel the pull. Well, ok… I'll admit it, a lot of us do. But they're usually older… and on top of it, my beast and I have a sort of… understanding. You see, he's a little unstable. So once a month, kio m'yo and I go on a little trip into the wilderness and slaughter little bunnies and choke out bears. Fun stuff like that. And in exchange, he behaves when we return to Crystal Tokyo and I get to live a normal life as a Saiyan warrior. But," he added seriously, "if you run out of here, princess, all bets are off on what he's going to do. So… you're going to spend the night, ok? And rule number one still stands. That's the unbreakable rule for him as well; Kio has a soft spot for women and would probably never ever hurt a member of the fairer sex, so if you say no to anything, he'll almost certainly comply. I know I will."
He gave her a little comforting smile then and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "You okay, baby? It's just the pull. Nothing to panic about." There was a knock at the door and Broly motioned for her to stay put. "We don't want Celes or another masseuse seeing you without the glamour, baby, so just hang on and I'll get us some food."
When he returned, he found her fidgeting nervously and fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, and Broly gave her a sympathetic smile as he used his foot to tug a lightweight coffee table closer to the couch. "Here we go, dinner is served, sweetheart," he said with a flourish as he sat her food in front of her. "Go on and eat. Relax and just get comfortable, Usagi. Unless, of course, you'd let me feed you," he added with a mischievous little smirk. Her blush made him chuckle and he slung a companionable arm about her shoulders. "I'm just teasing you, beautiful, don't get so uptight. Although, I'll admit that feeding my mate has always been a little dream of mine. My beast loves the idea of someone trusting him implicitly since no one's ever done that before."
That got Usa's attention and she smiled shyly before giving him a tiny shrug. "Well, it is just eating a meal together… if it's something that you really want to do, I don't see a very good reason to refuse something so harmless."
"You're serious!? I mean… you're really not pulling my chain, are you?"
His surprise made her smile widen a little and she handed him the fork from her tray. "Really, it's ok."
Broly licked his lips in anticipation and his beast began to purr loudly the moment he speared a piece of meat and held it to her lips, and when she took the offering without hesitation, he groaned happily. "Oh gods, you have no clue what this is doing for me right now, Usa. Thank you for this."
"It's not a problem," she replied, still feeling shy… but not too shy to finally ask a question. "So… what is sex?"
"Amazing," he purred, giving her a teasing wink. "But seriously, sex is when two people join their bodies to seek mutual pleasure. There's different kinds of sex, too, but what we're going to focus on tonight is lovemaking. Soft and slow, focusing far more on your pleasure than mine." Broly grinned and fed her another bite when her face got so bright that it matched her hair, but he continued, wanting to give her a more thorough answer. "The main biological purpose of sex is to make babies, which is what I'm positive your mother would have started with if she explained this. A man's cock grows hard and he puts it inside a woman's vagina and moves it in and out until he comes. And the sperm he releases inside of her fertilizes an egg inside of her and it grows into a child. It's pretty simple."
"Oh," Chibi-Usa whispered, genuinely a little intrigued by this new information, gradually losing her sense of mortification due to his careless, matter-of-fact tone. "So, you would put your um… cock? Where I bleed every month?" She asked curiously. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"Actually, yes. The very first time for a woman, it hurts a little bit since she has a bit of flesh inside of her that has to be breached. It's called a hymen. But if a man knows what he's doing and properly pleasures a woman beforehand, it barely hurts at all. And then after a minute or two, it feels fucking amazing for her."
Usa just processed all of that for several minutes and was grateful when Broly seemed to sense that she was thinking, so she let him feed both of them without complaint, leaning into him trustingly while she soaked in his scent and listened to his gentle purr. "And how does a man pleasure a woman? Hell… how does a woman pleasure a man?"
"Kissing and touching. Everywhere, really, but mainly your face, your throat, your breasts, your tail and between your legs."
"Wait, kissing is done elsewhere?" She asked in confusion. She got her answer in the form of a nuzzle to her throat and gasped first in surprise, then again in pleasure when she felt his warm mouth pressing to her pulse. "Oh my," she whispered, unable to stop her beast from tipping her head back a bit to give him better access. Usa felt his lips part against her skin then and suddenly couldn't breathe when his tongue grazed the throbbing artery in her neck, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine.
Broly continued to soak in the tiny, quiet sounds she was making as he trailed his lips up to her jawline and her cheek, and when she turned her face to his and parted her lips slightly in expectation, he grinned. "See? Your body and your beast know what's coming." He chuckled. "If you're still hungry, I'd better stop, or you won't be able to concentrate on eating anything for a few more hours."
"Hours?" She whispered hoarsely, unable to think through the hazy feeling in her mind that a few simple kisses had created. And gods, he smelled so good! Her beast was purring loudly from just the scent of him, and for the first time in her life, her Saiyan side was trying to override control of her body! "Mmm… Broly, I feel so strange," she confessed. "My beast won't stop telling me to kiss you."
"You've never had her stage a hostile takeover, have you?" Broly guessed with a snicker. "Well, it's quite the experience the first time, trust me. My beast took over for the first time when I was only five. Father found me in the forest—"
"Slaughtering helpless bunnies?" She chortled.
"Pretty much. And squirrels. Kio doesn't much care for cute, furry creatures; it's a bit of a running joke in the family."
"Heh… Father calls me 'Rabbit', you know." She couldn't help but laugh hysterically when she saw his pupils dilate and his beast let out a little throaty growl, his lips twitching up a bit in what she instinctively knew was a rare smile. Well, rare for the beast, anyway. "Phhhht… going to slaughter the adorable bunny, Kio?"
"No, I'm going to fuck it," he grunted, grinning when she just gave him a confused look.
"Nope, none of that!" Broly snorted as he promptly took the wheel and rolled his eyes. "You stay put, old son. We have a deal, remember?"
"What's 'fuck' actually mean?" Chibi-Usa asked suddenly, interrupting a silent conversation between Broly and his beast. "I've heard my uncles say it before and I know it's a swear… hell, I've even said it a couple of times. But what does it mean?"
Broly just chuckled and shook his head, then kissed her cheek. "Fucking is rough sex, though when used as a curse word it can mean a few different things. Don't worry about Kio, though, he just likes to be vulgar. He won't hurt you. You still hungry?" He asked, pointing at her plate. When she shook her head, he took their food to the fridge and put it away. "We'll heat it up later if you want."
When he returned to the couch, he didn't sit down, but instead took her hand and tugged her to her feet, but he saw the way she was eyeing their destination—the bed—with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, and he stopped moving. "Let's start simple, shall we?" he suggested, using a flick of his finger on the button holding his only garment in place. He smiled when she just stared at his nudity, her expression clearly one of awe and surprise. "Touch and explore if you want, little Rabbit," Broly encouraged gently. "And then I'll do the same to you once you're comfortable with the idea."
The princess eyed him curiously for a long moment before stepping forward, and Broly chuckled when the first thing she touched was his hair. "Have to admit, I thought you'd start further south."
"Well, I was going to compliment your hair, but now I won't," she giggled nervously. "Did… um… you want me to touch you… there?"
"When you're ready to, baby, not before," he purred before nibbling the lobe of her ear. "Take your time to explore and satisfy your curiosity. We've got nearly twenty-four hours, so that's plenty of time." He smiled when she relaxed at that and purred softly when her hands moved through his hair and over his scalp, then down the back of his neck.
"This is the closest I've ever been to a male," Usa marveled softly as she trailed her fingers down one of his muscular arms. "Usually Momma or Daddy runs them off."
"You don't spar with your uncles or your cousins?" Broly asked in surprise.
Usa wrinkled her nose at that and snorted. "Family doesn't count," she replied tartly. "Seeing Uncle Raditz shirtless also doesn't make my stomach feel funny."
"But seeing me undressed does?" Broly inquired, obviously pleased as her fingers reached up to caress his jawline. Her tiny, shy nod made him dare to dip his face a little lower and he kissed her cheek. "So, you've never even been kissed, little rabbit?"
"No," she whispered, her eyes fluttering half-shut as she felt his nose inch closer to her own, his breath ghosting over her slightly parted lips.
"I'd love to be the first man to taste your lips, Usagi," he replied just as quietly, keeping his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers, wanting to hear her consent before he closed the gap.
"'Kay," she choked out, not knowing what else to say in reply, feeling hazy as her beast continued to purr little suggestions in the back of her mind.
Chibi-Usa gasped the moment their mouths made contact, instantly melting at the warmth flooding her entire body, making her toes curl up a little as she only savored the feeling of his lips pressing to hers gently and his hands slowly sliding over her hips and around to the small of her back to hold her in place. Oh wow… so this is what being kissed feels like… I feel so light and warm and good! "Wow," she sighed, unable to stop herself from beaming like an overeager idiot, knowing that her cheeks were bright red as he pulled away and gave her a beautiful, winning smile and a saucy little wink. "Can we do that some more?" She whispered dreamily.
"Sure, sweetheart, anything you want from me, you only have to ask," Broly chuckled, thoroughly enjoying her innocence, pleased as hell and honored to be her first in everything. "Are you ready for me to explore you, too?"
Chibi-Usa only turned redder as she shook her head slightly and took his hands from her waist to examine them, eyes wide in wonder at how much larger they were than hers as she flattened her palm against his. "Your hands aren't soft, but they are a bit on the soft side for a Saiyan warrior," she observed. "Are you a half-breed? Or do you just not train?"
Broly laughed at that, the sound loud and rolling, and he dared to press his lips briefly to hers before answering. "No, Usa, I train and I'm full-blooded. But I've also been a Super Saiyan since I was five, so I don't need to train as much as most other warriors."
"Super Saiyan…?" She asked in wonder. "Like the males in my family? But if you were a Super Saiyan, surely I would have seen you training before. Why… why aren't you in the Elite? Can you show me?" She continued, so in awe that she was starting to babble.
Broly silenced another question with a finger to her lips and chuckled. "I can show you for a moment, Rabbit, but any longer will have your father calling me. The last time I powered up, things got… messy. That's why I'm not in the Elite, and why I do this for a living; this softer kind of life does wonders for my beast's temper. He likes women," Broly explained, "and as cruel and violent as he usually is, he doesn't like hurting women. So this profession suits him well."
"Oh… guess that makes sense." Usa jumped a bit when he suddenly powered up in a whoosh of ki, his hair spiking out and shining gold, his eyes melting to emerald green. "Wow. Father doesn't let me near the sparring ring whenever they go balls out. Your hair's so pretty," she breathed, reaching out to finger a lock of it, finding it just as soft as before. She giggled when his ki tickled her skin, her bit of ginzuishou countering it so that it didn't burn her.
Broly held the transformation for much longer than he'd planned while he smiled down at the little quarter-Saiyan, her excitement infectious as she toyed with the swirls of his power, her fingers dancing through his ki and playing with it as if it wasn't a super-heated mass of energy. And then her fingers went to his chest, exploring the muscles, brushing over his nipples, making him purr and gasp.
"Your muscles got bigger," she mused. "Just like I watched Paw Paw and Daddy's do when I was little. They didn't know I was watching," she confessed. "Momma's always paranoid that I'll get too excited and try to join in or something, but I know better than to interfere in a sparring match. I wish she'd realize that."
"Would you like to train with me sometime?" Broly inquired. "I can work with you without hurting you." The ecstatic light in Usagi's eyes made him purr with delight, but before she could answer, his scouter started going off like crazy and he immediately powered down. "Oh fuck my life," he rumbled, dropping a kiss to her forehead before stalking over to the piece of tech. "Don't utter a word, princess," he warned softly before donning it and answering the call.
Big surprise, it was the king.
"Broly… I know I didn't tell you that you couldn't power up, but I thought you understood that it tends to make people… nervous… when you do," King Trunks said carefully.
Broly had the sense to look abashed and grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, Majesty. I should've called you first; I was only trying out a new ki technique to try and mellow my beast out a little bit better. I swear that I really do have everything under control. Not even a scratch on my floor."
Why not confess that the real calming element in this room is his virgin daughter and that we're about to violate her for the next twenty-four hours? I'm sure he'll get a real chuckle out of that one, Kio purred from the recesses of Broly's mind.
He must have made a face, because the king was studying him closely. "You sure, Broly? You're really ok? Your jaw's twitching and your eyes are doing that… thing. Kio's not… um… staging a takeover or anything, is he? Is something setting him off?"
Oh gods, if he only knew, Broly mentally whimpered.
Yes, if only he did. Go on, Broly. Tell him. Confess. Explain that you're standing nude in front of his darling little angel and how we're about to fuck her into the floorboards. Heh… I bet that'd leave a scratch in them.
"Um, uh—no Majesty," Broly managed to choke out. "Not a hostile takeover. He's just… suggesting some pretty awful things at the moment. You know how he likes to push my buttons," he added with a little eyeroll for full effect.
Trunks frowned at that and stared him down. "If Kio has something to say to me, Broly, by all means, let him out and let him have his say."
Broly went a whiter shade of pale at the suggestion and suddenly felt his beast rising up to take over control of his mouth, but before he could warn the king for the millionth time about baiting his beast, Kio was in full control and grinning into the scouter. "Majesty," he purred, "I have a confession."
NO! NO! GODS NO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? Broly raged inside his own head, pounding away at the mental cage bars he was surrounded in. DO YOU WANT TO PROVOKE THE KING AND LOSE OUR MATE!?
Feh… only an utter fool would dare to take what is ours, boy, Kio snorted in contempt.
Which would lead to an honor match. Resulting in his death and our mate's utter hatred for us, Broly ground out evenly.
"I can see Broly's fighting you pretty hard, Kio. What do you need to confess?" Trunks growled.
"Hn. I don't know why he's fighting me so hard, Majesty. I only wanted to confess that I think your long hair makes you look like a woman," Kio chuckled. "The boy is riled so easily by the slightest bit of trolling, I swear. Though I must also confess that the long hair is complimented nicely by your new armor style. Manly and girly at the same time. Quite the contradiction."
"Ok… thanks… I think," Trunks mumbled in confusion, wondering just why Kio's eyes were dancing with malevolent delight. The last time that had happened… no. He didn't want to think about the last time. No one wanted to think about the last time.
Kio just smiled, knowing damned well what was going through Usa's father's head, recalling the blood bath during his tryouts for the Elite six years ago. Serenity had wanted his head on a pike, but after the king had made her see the light about Kio, she had settled on exile from the ring and a constant monitoring of his ki. He wondered if she even knew how very close she'd been to ordering the Earth's doom on that day; if she had declared a death sentence, it would have been for the planet, not for him. Heh… I wonder what the lovely queen will have to say about all of this, Kio mused silently.
Broly sputtered with relief when he was suddenly thrust to the forefront and was in control once more, trembling slightly and shaking his head in anger for his beast. "Fucking asshole," he snorted.
"Yeah, I'd have to agree with you," Trunks said gravely. "You'll keep your ki level below Super Saiyan two, yes? If you need to go higher, I'm sure you'll call me."
Broly just sighed and nodded wearily. "Yes, Majesty, of course. And I'm sorry about Kio being a jackass."
"Eh… does it really make me look like a girl?" Trunks asked, his lips twitching in a smile as he tried to lighten the mood a bit. "Serenity thinks it's hot, so I left it long after the last trip to Vegeta-sai. She can't seem to stop pulling on it when I'm giving her a Saiyan kiss," he chuckled.
Heh… you think the rabbit inherited that from her mother? You think she'll pull and tug on our hair as we—
Shut up shut up SHUT UP.
"Well, Majesty, if your mate likes it long, then I'd just ignore the opinion of my beast and grow it to your ankles," Broly chuckled smoothly, not letting on for a second that his beast was having a very vivid fantasy about shoving his tongue inside of the man's daughter. "Now, I apologize for cutting this short, but I have a scheduled client coming soon, so… I'd probably better go."
Trunks laughed at that and winked. "Coming? No pun intended?"
"Oh, every pun intended," Kio replied with an evil little chuckle, howling with laughter in his mind at how very fucking darkly hilarious this all was. "Maybe she'll tug on my hair as well," he added before relinquishing control to Broly… for now.
Broly immediately turned his scouter off at that and blocked all incoming calls before walking straight to the bed and flopping down on his stomach, then burying his face in the comforter just to consider asking Usa to smother him with a pillow. When he felt her slight frame barely indent the mattress beside him, he sighed heavily at the sensation of her soft, warm hand running through his hair, her beast purring soothingly for him. "Usa, I am sooo sorry you had to hear that conversation," he said without looking up, the comforter muffling his voice.
"And I'm very sorry that I asked you to power up," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "I… I didn't realize that your beast was so unstable, Broly. If I'd known that such a request would make him worse—"
"Noooo," Broly groaned, turning his head to look up at her with one black eye. "You didn't do a damned thing wrong, baby, I swear it on my tail. Kio was overly amused by the fact that I was speaking with your father with you less than five feet away, with me naked and you a paying customer."
"Oh," Usa said simply, her face blank, followed by a slight cracking of a smirk and a giggle. "Well… when you think about it, it is awfully funny! Heh… what did Daddy mean by 'no pun intended?' And what's a Saiyan kiss?"
"Coming is a word used to describe the height of sexual pleasure, and a Saiyan kiss… well…" Broly swallowed as his beast sent him another image, this one of his face buried between her thighs and his lips pursed around her clit, sucking at it slowly as she mewled and tugged at his hair. "Kio, cut it out," he grumped. "Saiyans didn't kiss on the mouth before they came to this system," he explained patiently when Usa just smiled and kept playing with his hair. "When kissing was first encountered in this galaxy by Saiyan warriors, they thought it was bizarre and commented that Saiyan men preferred to kiss a woman between her thighs."
"Oh, so the hair pulling comment and… oooooh," Usagi groaned, turning bright red. "Ew. My mom and dad… eeeeew," she said, gagging comically, making Broly chuckle just as she'd intended. Then she laughed as she realized just how much Kio had trolled her father without Trunks even knowing it and slapped Broly's bicep, making him blink up at her in surprise. "Kio, you dork!" She snorted. "You're so bad!" She added, followed by a laugh.
"Bad as you want," he purred, breaking out of the cage. "And I've been called a lot of things, but 'dork' is a first, woman." But I have to admit, boy, she can call me anything she wants if she continues to understand my sense of humor. Interesting, isn't it? I'd be content not to touch her for the duration of her visit if she would just sit and trade verbal jabs with me for the rest of it.
Very interesting, Broly agreed, stunned that his beast's train of thought was no longer preoccupied by thoughts of her screaming in ecstasy.
"What?" Usa asked. "You two are talking, I can tell. Your eyes go funny when you do."
Didn't it take her father a month to figure that out? And it's been what…? An hour for her? Kio inquired.
"He's very taken with you," Broly admitted, still in a minor state of shock. "And seriously, that's never, ever happened before. Kio hates everyone, but you… he's very much enjoying your company."
"Well… isn't that what the pull is?" Usa asked with a shrug as she sprawled out on the bed, mentally noting that it was just as soft and comfortable as she'd thought at first sight. And the furs covering it were so luxurious! It was overly tempting to strip to her skin and slide around on them naked, and her beast was sighing happily at the thought. "So… are these all the helpless bunnies that were led to the slaughter?"
"Squirrels too," Broly laughed, amazed that she wasn't in the least bit terrified by his beast. She only seemed intrigued by him, same as Kio was with her. "You like fur?"
"Mmhmm. Though I'll admit, I feel bad for the bunnies and the squirrels." Usa giggled when his eyes flickered inwards and waggled a finger at him. "Ah, ah, ah! No bringing me dead things! Ha!" She added, laughing when he seemed surprised. "I do know about how a Saiyan asks another out on a date, I'm not stupid, Broly. I just don't know what happens on the date," she admitted with a mumble.
"We're on one right now," Broly informed her as he allowed himself to slide closer and trail a finger down her spine, daring to stroke the base of her tail for a brief moment, just enough to make her jump in surprise. "No one's touched your tail before? Or twined theirs with yours?" When she shook her head and just waited, Broly smiled at her and carefully wrapped his tail around hers, taking care not to cause too much friction so that what they were doing was only a more intimate form of holding hands.
She seemed to be following his thoughts and she blushed prettily, tracing a finger briefly over his palm, her face lighting up when he linked his fingers with hers. "I've always dreamed of holding hands," she admitted. "It probably seems childish, but it feels just as nice as I thought it would."
"It's not childish, Usa." Broly rolled to his side then, wrapping the arm on the bed around her waist and pulling her flush against him, never relinquishing her hand or her tail in the process, then sighed happily, burying his face in her hair. "This is not how I saw this going," he confessed contentedly, "but I like it. Kio does, too."
"How did you see this going?" Usa asked innocently. "Would you like me to touch you some more? I don't mind, I liked exploring you," she added with a deep blush. "It's nice, being able to touch a boy… er, a man," she corrected. "Definitely a man," she whispered sheepishly.
"I thought you'd be naked by now and I would be halfway to being inside of you," he admitted with a little nuzzle into her throat. "And yes, I'd love for you to touch me, but only if you want to. Don't do it because I'd like it; this is all brand-new to you and I want you to savor the experience."
"Oh. Well, ok then," Chibi-Usa said with a blush, leaning in to press her mouth to his, lightly at first, then firmly as her beast purred louder than ever and Broly returned the kiss ardently. But when Broly suddenly pulled back, panting heavily, Usa was confused. "I… I thought you meant that I should do what I wanted? I'm sorry Broly, I… I didn't know that you didn't want me to kiss you."
The Saiyan warrior just groaned and shook his head slightly, the rejected look on her face filling him with guilt. "Oh, I wanted it very much, sweetheart, don't doubt it for a moment. But my beast and I aren't so sure that we want to take all of you tonight, and if we kiss much more, Kio and I are going to lose control and you'll wind up bitten and bedded by sunrise. Not that you wouldn't enjoy every moment of it," he added with a wistful little purr. Her expression changed at his words, but the look of disappointment on her face had him boldly linking a leg around hers and grinding his rock-hard erection into her core. "Do you want this, little rabbit? Is that it?" Kio breathed in her ear. "Is your beast begging to feel my cock?"
When Usa innocently nodded, her face the picture of pure honestly, Kio groaned into her shoulder and nipped at it through her dress, one of his hands at her lower back, holding her tightly to his arousal as he ground it into her once more. "I would love nothing more than to give her every inch of it, k'sha."
"If it'll help calm you, Kio, I don't mind. After all, we felt the pull. I'm your mate, aren't I?"
"Dear gods, to think that even I would not dare to taint such purity," Kio whispered in awe. "You would truly allow me to satisfy my lust with no thought for yourself, woman? What if I was to hurt you in the process?" When she just smiled trustingly, Kio was shocked into silence and Broly rapidly returned, but it was clear by his eyes that he was speaking with his overly sentient beast.
He kissed her tenderly then, his fingertips caressing her face and the hand on her back daring to slip further south to press into her core through her dress, and when she moaned softly and rocked back into the touch he withdrew. "No," he whispered. "Kio… I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but… Kio wants to give you what you'll miss out on if we take you now. May we court you, Usa?"
Though the idea of being courted was absolutely delicious, the princess couldn't help but feel the ache between her thighs and was sure that going further would relieve it. But judging from the rigid flesh pressing against her, he was going to be just as uncomfortable as she was. "You may," she replied softly. "But are you sure—"
A kiss cut her off, and this one was longer than any they'd already shared, but when Usa let out a moan and she felt his tongue graze hers, he broke away again, breathing as heavily as before. "You're sure?" She asked, just as short of breath as he, her heart fluttering madly in her chest as the rest of her body ached for more.
"I don't suppose you're even half as aroused as I am?" Broly chuckled miserably. "Does it ache between your legs?" He clarified when she just looked at him blankly.
"Yeah," she told him honestly, "but it's not horrible; in a way, it feels good, too."
Kio broke through then and nipped at her lower lip, grinning ear to ear. "I'll make you a deal, little Rabbit. Don't relieve that ache tonight when you go to bed. Wait and let me make you come tomorrow; after a good night's sleep, I should be able to control myself better."
"I can relieve it myself?" She asked in surprise. "How?" When he just grinned and shook his head, Chibi-Usa rolled her eyes. "Doesn't mean that I'll do it; I'm just curious."
"You can touch yourself, woman. With your fingertips… gods, just the idea of you playing with your clit in the middle of the night is making me stupid," he growled. "You can try it if you wish, but I promise that if you don't, I'll give you a Saiyan kiss tomorrow," he purred in her ear. "The thought of being the first to ever please you is just too good not to want."
"And what about you?" Usagi asked, surprised at her own sudden playfulness. "After I leave, are you going to make yourself feel better? It hardly seems fair that I have to wait and you don't."
"Woman, I'm probably going to have to jack off four or five times before I'll even be able to sleep. I'll probably be attempting a sixth when I doze off with my cock in my hand," Kio chuckled, in the best humor he'd ever been in. "I'd try it now and send you home satisfied, but I'm afraid I don't have the willpower to stop myself from seducing you and taking my pleasure inside of you. So, you have a choice, little rabbit. Go home and go to sleep and be patient and wait for me to give you an hour of the most intense pleasure of your life… or you can get yourself off in five minutes and be done with it. I'll still court you of course, but you'll have to wait much longer to feel my tongue inside of you."
"How much longer?" She squeaked, wondering if he even realized that he had her pinned with his body to the mattress and that his grin was downright predatory.
"Until I make you mine," he growled, amazed that Broly hadn't once tried to stop this line of conversation. Turned on by the thought of making her wait a day and then devouring that sweet little cunt?
I hate to agree with you about anything, but… yes, Broly replied darkly, so full of want for her that even his mental reply was heavy with it. I can't wait to hear the sounds she'll make, he admitted with a little groan.
"What's Broly saying?" Chibi-Usa asked curiously.
"That he hates agreeing with me and that he can't wait to listen to you scream as you come in our mouth. Damn it, Rabbit, you need to get out of here," he added before kissing her briefly. "Go on, before we do something we all might regret in the morning," he urged her after rolling off of her. "And when you wake up, eat something. Then come and find me and spend the day with me," he told her, the words coming out more as a question than an order.
"I have a feeling that I'm going to have a hard time sleeping, so don't expect me until about lunch," she snorted. "I'm not a morning person, especially when I go to sleep cranky."
"You're cranky?"
"Not yet, but something tells me that I will be in an hour if I decide to hold off and wait for your reward tomorrow," Usa giggled.
Kio's smile could be described as nothing short of soft and sappy as he went to the dresser and retrieved a pair of scissors, and he knew that Usa understood the enormity of the gesture when he cut off a lock of his hair near the back. It would never grow back, but if it would help his mate sleep pleasantly… "Put it in your pillowcase so that you can smell me when you lie down, princess," he purred as he handed it to her after tying it with a piece of string. "And then come to me in the early morning, after you've eaten, not at the crack of noon," he chuckled. "If you're still sleepy when you arrive, you can rest in my bed."
The thought of slipping into those furs was just too good to turn down, so Chibi-Usa grinned. "I don't think I've ever been this excited to get up before the crack of noon," she giggled.
Next chapter…
Poor Trunks. That's all I can tell you. Just poor, frazzled, stressed out King Trunks!