Saiyan Saga: Forming a Bond

Chapter 1

A hand glided over a stomach too smooth and rounded to be taken as anything but a late pregnancy. So late in fact that she was due within a few days, give or take. She had already pushed back her release date as far as she could...two weeks, maybe three. Most children from the last moon were already born. And those that hadn't been born within a flurry of the expected birthing days were already being talked about. Strange, people whispered. Unnatural, some workers suggested. But she knew different.

She stroked the bulge absentmindedly, her tail cradling the underside. Her offspring rarely gave her any issues aside from leaving her with very little energy to sustain herself. She near literally had to constantly eat or drink, catching sleep for only two hours at a time, to make sure she didn't collapse. But the child inside of her was growing strong, so very strong. Strong enough that the King and Queen were terrified at the results that her bonding experiment had produced. Even as the child grew with her, even though it was compliant compared to most unbirthed offspring, and shouldn't have a strong energy signal of his own...the scouters and preliminary tests were off the record for any previously recorded births.

It put him...and herself in danger. His power was so massive as an unborn babe that they feared what would happen as he grew up. She could see it in their eyes, practically taste it when she had been in the same room. With a power level of eight thousand last she tested and rising the longer she carried him, she could barely blame them. She supposed most saiyans would be afraid as most never reached that level even into adulthood. Their king barely touched six thousand himself and the prince had already surpassed him. Yet her unborn child was already stronger than the both of them.

Yet it was because of this level that she had finally chosen his name: Broly.

It meant unrefined power, very suiting for him just as Annya (red pride) was for her. Just as it should have been. She had taken great care picking out his name because one day it would be his legend.

Her tail rubbed the underside of her belly to sooth the child. She could feel the sliding pressure from within that indicated he was probably trying to mimic her. In the safety, unmonitored setting of her lab, Annya didn't repress the smile that came to her face. Such a good boy, she nearly couldn't wait to continue with her experiment to see just how differently he could turn out. She already knew that in looks he would favor her side - she was undoubtedly the stronger between herself and his...sire. But she didn't know how much. Would he be born with the red hue in his hair as she was? There had never been a redheaded male before. Would he have her more angular facial bone structure? She didn't want to look down and see that bastard of a sire in her child. Not after all this hell.

Annya rubbed her arm were a golden band was clasped. It was the only thing that had kept her from killing her child when it was first planted. It was the only thing that stopped her from killing his bastard of a sire when he imposed his mating rights upon her. It kept her power locked away inside of her so she was no better than a bitch in the low class rabble. Queen's orders.

What they didn't know was that the chain was about to be broken...she could feel it. As soon as it broke and she was freed from Paragus legally by completing the task the King had given her, she was going to rip his cock off and force him to eat it. Then she would tear him to pieces and eat him while he was still alive. The perfect birth meal.

Broly pushed at her from the inside as she shifted uncomfortably. She could feel her hips trying to adjust as her pelvis started to expand. With a grimace, Annya sat down the beaker and leaned back in her chair. She lifted her hips into the air, moving and adjusting to try and ease the pain. Not yet. She wasn't ready yet. Gnashing her teeth together, Annya cradled her stomach with one hand and balanced with the other as the shifting and expanding process continued.

"Ika-nas, i-osh iyam. Ika-nas. Shiven, i kusk'koves," Annya got out in her native language before repeating in the universal tongue, "Not yet son. Not yet. I need a little more time."

But for once he wasn't listening. Apparently he had waited long enough because she could feel him pressing at her. She could feel him trying to turn around too quickly for her body to adjust. Annya pushed on her stomach where she could feel his butt to try and slow him down. Her other hand reached out for a button and hit it, alerting her 'attendant' that they were needed.

She nearly snapped her own jaw by clenching so hard before the slave entered. It was the lowest of the low saiyans, not even worth sending out to battle as fodder. But it was perhaps the one good thing that the bastard Paragus had given her other than the child. While the slave's power was laughable their body was as strong as any base Saiyan male. Much stronger than any of the reptilian like things running around in her lab. And she was going to need that.

Motioning for the slave to get closer, Annya tried to stand up. Her first try was unsuccessful. The second one was better as her eecheego (the slave) helped to balance her. She took a minute to stand and regain enough control over her body to start walking. She was Annya, the General of Science and Medicine. She would not limp or be carried even if no one would fault her for it.

But walking to the next room over was difficult. She kept wanting to roll her hips. And the mucus to stretch the canal was wetting her clothes as though there were a slobbering animal down there. Not to mention the pain. When the door to her private room finally closed, Annya groaned in pain and nearly doubled over. Her eecheego caught her and helped her over to the corner of the room where her birthing swath had been set up. Taking her pants off was the easier part of the process. She straddled it with some help and steadied herself using the eecheego's shoulders for support. It's arms were on either side of the mini hamock-like birthing swatch.

Annya pressed down as she groaned. Oh yes...Broly definitely wanted out. She didn't noticed when her hair seemed to catch fire with multiple shades of orange. Nor did she notice the device shattering around her wrist. The only thing that finally cut though the pain was the sound of her child's first demure cry. It wasn't loud or anything but her ears were so in tuned with it even as she fell backwards into the padded circle in exhaustion. Blurrily, Annya felt the eecheego place the child on her stomach (ignoring protocol as he had been trained to in her case, and her case only).

She felt him pull off the little that remained of her top to expose swollen breasts. There was a moment of hunger in the eecheego's eyes but Annya didn't pay mind. It knew its place, besides not like it even had anything left to violate her honor with. Paragus had personally seen to it that the eecheego had been properly de-balled. Besides her son covered her chest almost immediately, suckling as soon as he spit out the nasal plug. Annya's tail thumped in contentment even as she felt the afterbirth being pulled from her.

She rubbed the back of her suckling babe's head, noting that he had long hair, as her eyes closed for a nap. Either the eecheego would clean up the mess or she would upon awakening. It didn't matter which.

All that mattered was that Broly was healthy...and that she had finally got to meet her experimental son.