I'M BACK, BITCHES! So, kinda PWP, let's just say that Vegeta-sai's at war with the Solarians. Ami's been captured, as you'll see, and my favorite crack pairing gets together. :D

R&R yall, because guess what? I've got a LOT of shit that's about ready to post!

Nine days in this hell hole, strung up by her arms for at least eight hours a day, tied, gagged and blindfolded in a corner for most of the other sixteen. Or wait, was it eight days? Or ten? Being blindfolded so long and often had made her lose track, which she knew was their intention, to make her crack under the strain of not being able to guess at the time, whether it was even day or night.

They wouldn't break her that way, though, she didn't know the time, but she could guess at the days by whomever was guarding her, the sound of their voices or the scent of them if she was blindfolded, though admittedly, it was getting a little difficult to smell anything over her own stench.

That would be the one thing to crack her and she knew it. Dear gods, what in the hell was crawling on her right that minute!? What kinds of germs or diseases were lurking on her tattered fuku!? No, Ami, no… don't think about it. You nearly broke down crying yesterday just wondering what to do when your period eventually starts, until you realized that it likely wouldn't from the stress and the lack of proper food.

She'd only been without proper food for a few days, though, since those stupid monkeys holding her captive had given her what they considered a meager amount of food… only for it to be just the right portion for someone her size and with her metabolism. Ami had been smart, though, she'd acted as if it wasn't enough, had faked a few tears as she'd eaten… but then that asshole of a prince had shown up and set them all straight, informing them that Ami was smarter than the whole lot of third-class idiots put together.

Which she was, and she hadn't been able to keep the little rueful smile off her lips when he'd told them so, which had earned her a cuff from one of those third-class idiots… which had earned the idiot what sounded like a fairly painful punch to the face from the prince himself. Apparently she wasn't to be damaged— whether out of respect for another royal, or out of the prince's knowledge that such a thing wouldn't work on her or any of her sisters, she didn't know, but she was slightly grateful for the beatings to cease, even if her food had been cut to a third of the portions.

The only thing that had pissed her captors off more than the food incident was the fact that they couldn't deny her water. She only had to concentrate a little to call the moisture out of the very air and guide it into her mouth, and when they'd gagged her, she'd mustered up all her willpower to absorb it through her very skin.

Being the queen of Mercury and the Senshi of ice and water definitely had its perks.

There wasn't enough to wash with though, so she didn't bother wasting what precious bit of water she could wring out of the air on cleaning up.

She was broken out of her daily regimen of wishing she could wash and trying to distract herself with anything possible to keep from thinking about it by the sound of voices just outside the door, and she instantly schooled her face beneath the blindfold into an expressionless mask.

"Your sister talked," the prince's voice said smugly once the door opened.

Mina… no, Minako would have never talked, there was no way in hell, but it was rather interesting that Vegeta thought she had… especially since Mina had only been there for two days, and Ami for nine. Or was it eight? Or ten?

They'd only captured two of them so far, though, which was good. Two out of ten was amazingly good. Or eleven, if the rumors about Galaxia throwing in with them were true. "Did she," Ami stated without emotion.

"Yes, she did," Prince Vegeta purred. "Apparently your moon queen is hiding out on Venus, disguised as Minako. Ingenious, I'll admit it, but we would have sniffed her out sooner or later without her information."

Dumbass, Serenity's not anywhere near Venus, Mina's just leading you around by your pointy Saiyan nose. "I'll admit that I'm curious," Ami said softly, letting her voice crack slightly to make it sound like she was about to cry. "How did you… how… Minako… she's the strongest of us all…"

"Being the goddess of lust didn't exactly help her," Vegeta snickered. "And when Raditz pulled guard duty, he decided to try a new way of extracting information from her and he—oh get that horrified look off your face, you vulgar woman, he didn't rape her!" He snapped. "He just… warmed her up a bit with a Saiyan kiss, and until she talked, he wouldn't let her come. Gods, I owe that son of a bitch a fucking promotion for that stroke of fucking genius."

On the outside, Ami was stony and expressionless, but on the inside she was cackling madly like a crazy woman. Oh sweet baby gods, did I just hear that right!? Did Mina seriously just get off in exchange for false information! I'll bet that made her century! Not only that, but it had probably given her a much needed power boost, especially if Raditz had gotten off in the bargain as well. Possibly enough power to break out of there…

"…and get her down, give her an hour to eat and drink and keep her limbs from losing circulation," Vegeta was saying as she drifted back in from her own thoughts. Gods, she was getting tired. Far too tired. She'd actually dozed off while she'd been strung up earlier that morning, since they'd started depriving her of sleep purposely three days ago.

Or was it four?

"…want her in one piece…" Damn it, she was dozing again, she realized. Just thinking about sleep was making her drift blissfully into its embrace. "…not worth anything if she's been genuinely harmed…"

"Come on, Blue."

Ami groggily opened her eyes behind the blindfold at the sound of a new voice, one she'd heard out in the corridor, but not in her cell, but she'd only had time enough to lift her head when gravity suddenly worked and she fell when her bonds were unlocked from the ceiling.

She was grateful for the massive arms that caught her though; the last guard had just let her fall on the floor. But this new guard was actually borderline kind… courteous, even. He wasn't even putting her down; he was carrying her to the cot in the corner, setting her down gently, his fingers running briefly through her hair before he untied her blindfold. "Thank you," she whispered, squinting her eyes shut against the light when he tugged the cloth off of her eyes.

Ami cracked them open and looked at the bowl of food for a brief moment as she weighed her options, and instead decided to slump down onto the mattress and close her eyes again. Screw food, her stomach was shrinking to compensate for the hunger pains, anyway. What she needed to keep her sanity was sleep.

"No, Blue, Vegeta's orders. You need to eat," the guard rumbled, his voice soft and low. But stern, she noted, even if it did have a quality to it that was lulling her further into a dreamless sleep.

"Not hungry," she barely managed, shivering as she tried to sink deeper into the thin cot. It was futile, though, and she knew she didn't need the comfort of a blanket at that point in order to pass out.

"Orders, woman. Have to follow them. Come on," he urged, using a single massive hand to pull her into a sitting position. The guard grunted in annoyance when she purposely went limp though, and gave a little growl when she stubbornly curled up against his chest when he wouldn't let her lay back down. "Damn it, woman. Don't make me get Vegeta in here."

In her exhausted half-delirium, Ami had a stroke of genius and shook her head. "No. You can't make me, anyway. Let me sleep or I go on hunger strike. That includes water. I'm the Senshi of water, so I'll be dead in a day if I don't at least absorb it through my skin."

"Tapa'or heu," he groaned. "Fine, Blue. Sleep. This is fucking stupid anyway," he added with a grumble. "Stringing up women and fucking torturing them like this…" The guard arranged her carefully on the cot. "…would have never happened in his grandfather's day…" Even shoved something under her head as a pillow. "…warriors or not, women shouldn't be fucking treated like this…" Then something was draped over her, a blanket of sorts, and Ami didn't hear any more of the complaints about the prince that actually had her smiling.

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Ami woke with hunger pains and moaned softly from an urgent need to pee, but even worse than both of those aches was how thirsty she was. She didn't just want a drink. She needed a drink, worse than she ever had in her life, and she coughed and strangled a bit from the dryness in her throat for several seconds.

She was sitting up to bark her head off when she suddenly felt a cup at her lips, and unable to even think of questioning its contents or what could have been added to it to dull her wits, she drank deeply, tears welling up in her eyes at how downright fucking wonderful it felt going down her throat. "Thank you," she sobbed, wiping at her eyes. Dear Hermes, how did she even have enough moisture left in her to produce tears?

Ami was stunned to feel a gentle pat on her back, the hand smoothing gently down to the tattered bow of her fuku, followed by what sounded almost like… a purr. A brief one, but… Minako would know how to handle this perfectly, how to take advantage of the fact that he's possibly attracted to me. Thank the gods I'm not fifteen anymore, at least, I might have had a seizure or fainted at the very thought!

No, she wasn't fifteen anymore, but Ami didn't have shit for experience with men. But I do have a brain, she thought quickly. What did she know about her guard? He felt huge against her, for one, so at least she wouldn't have to totally feign an attraction for him since she preferred extremely tall men or women. He was Saiyan, so if he was in fact attracted to her, he would feel the need to protect her. If she was ill, his beast might even take over a bit and he'd nurse her… maybe even help her escape…

Shit, no, nonono, there was no use in building up false hopes like that; Saiyans were also as loyal as they came, just as her own people were to herself and Queen Serenity. This guard would never, ever betray their king and their princes.

Ami felt a little shake then and realized she'd half dozed off again, leaning her weight fully against him, but before she sleepily let her eyes crack open again she noticed that he was holding her securely in his arms, practically cradling her. Maybe… Giving a tiny shake of her head, she turned a bit and nuzzled her face into the huge chest, curling into him and emitting a little sigh of not completely faked pleasure. Gods, he smelled nice… "Warm," she murmured tiredly.

"If you're cold, I've got something hot for you to eat, Blue," his voice whispered in a tone she knew was meant not to carry. There must have been more guards close by. "You're going to get me in trouble, woman, I've already let you sleep through two prisoner checks, one by the prince and one by Raditz. There's another coming, and if they think I let you sleep three times…"

Ami stirred then and turned her face to look up at him, her filthy hand lifting to stroke his jawline when she found one of the last people she'd expected to see. It was Nappa, Prince Vegeta's most trusted general and King Vegeta's best friend and confidante. Tears welled up in her eyes again, tears of disbelief and gratitude, but she didn't miss the way his face briefly leaned into her hand. He'd let her sleep through two guard checks and a third one was coming… "You let me sleep for almost twelve hours?" She whispered, her voice choked.

Nappa just nodded and sighed, and Ami caught the sound of another purr that lasted only a second, coupled with a look of pure frustration on his face.

Dear gods… I think he really is interested. What would Mina do? Play into it. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, sitting up quickly, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness that had her swaying. She felt those huge, calloused hands steady her, the way the thumbs briefly stroked over her bare upper arms, and mused briefly that she couldn't have planned that better if she'd tried. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble," she whispered meekly, letting her very real fear for her queen show as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"You weren't any trouble, Blue," Nappa replied, his hands falling from her arms, one of them lifting to touch her again, only to clench and pull away hesitantly.

Gods, Mina would be cheering, Ami thought wearily. Guess I'm a better actress than I thought. Though… I am grateful to him… he could have gotten in a lot of trouble, being the general and all. A pang in her lower abdomen made her blush and she looked up at him again. "I um… I need to…"

"Go on and use the pot, Blue," he said with a nod towards the corner. "I'll look away, unlike some of those retarded third-class perverts."

Floored by yet another staggeringly thoughtful courtesy, Ami just stared at him for a full three seconds before thanking him softly and heading for the corner, doing her business the moment he'd turned his back. As she righted her fuku, she noticed that his cloak—his mark as a Saiyan general—was bunched up on the bed lengthwise, indicating that that had been what he'd covered her with. She blushed at the intimacy, recalling that she'd fleetingly thought of how good the blanket smelled just before she'd blacked out, and when she came back to the bed she was promptly wrapped in it by him once more. "Thank you… again. Nappa," she added in a shy whisper.

The huge warrior just cleared his throat a bit and nodded, got up, and when he returned he placed a bowlful—not a quarter full as she was used to, or even a half full, which was more than she could hope for—of stew in her hands. Totally full, only a couple centimeters shy of spilling over. Ami lost her ability to act then, she was just too overwhelmed by the level of his kindness, and she burst into tears, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, her wracking sobs filling the room.

"Fuck, Blue… don't cry," he said in a panicky tone. "Please… please don't cry, someone might come in, and if they see that I gave you some of my rations they might report it—oh gods, if they see my damned cape around your shoulders, too," he groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please stop crying, for the sake of both our heads," he added again when she tried her best to quiet down but couldn't stop whimpering.

"I'm sorry," she barely managed. "I… I just… thank you so much, I've been so hungry, but—" Ami was cut off by him shoving a spoonful of stew in her mouth, and she looked up through her bleary blue eyes to see him shrug sheepishly.

"Sorry… just… you need to be quiet, Blue." He pulled the spoon out then and stuck it back in the bowl, scooping up another bite, waiting for her to start crying again. "I have a spoon and I'm not afraid to use it," he snorted, knowing how fucking stupid it sounded, but hoping to the gods that it would lighten her mood a bit. When Nappa had seen her strung up like that, filthy, caked in her own blood from the earlier beatings and the dirt from the cell floor, he had nearly slapped his prince, had nearly called the king and told him to go fuck himself.

But he was Saiyan, and Saiyans were loyal until death… but it didn't mean that he couldn't try and make up for the way she'd been treated. She was a woman, damn it. A queen that didn't look any older than her early twenties, whose eyes held a staunch bravery that he'd never seen in a female before, who was as fiercely loyal to her people and her own liege as he was, who hadn't broken under tactics that he'd seen grown men crumble from in only a day or two. And it didn't help that she was the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on, either. Fuck, even his beast was trying like fucking crazy to purr for her.

It was trying again when her lips twitched up slightly in the tiniest of smiles, but the expression lit her face up in a way that had his beast melting a little, and Nappa offered the spoon once again. "Eat," he managed hoarsely. "You need to eat all of it before someone comes in to check."

Ami's mind was going a million miles a second at the sight of the offered spoon, knowing full well what such a thing implied among Saiyans, but despite that knowledge, she opened her mouth, leaned in, and took the bite. Dear Hermes, he was even sharing his food with her, he'd said it himself. He wants me, she acknowledged. If I want a chance at getting out of here, of breaking Mina out, too, I will use this to my advantage.

Gods, but how awful of her would that be!? Yes, she was loyal to her sisters, but did she really want to take advantage of such selfless kindness? This is war, she reminded herself. And sometimes we have to do things that don't quite sit well afterwards. But they have to be done, for the good of the people.

Another spoonful was shoved in her mouth and it broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked up at him questioningly.

"Don't cry," he warned gently, sliding closer to wipe a few fresh tears from her cheeks, pulling the spoon out to scoop up some more warm stew and offer it again.

"You're being so kind," Ami whispered. "Why?" She'd expected him to confess that he wanted her, to try and get something out of this for himself, but instead his face grew stony and he looked pointedly down and away. "I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't question it, I should just be grateful, Nappa. Please… please don't be angry with me," she added breathlessly, concentrating on doing what she thought Mina would do, looking down in shame to garner sympathy, letting a few more tears well up in her eyes. He's Saiyan, she reminded herself. They're prideful and they don't generally admit feelings aloud. Act meek and afraid—that shouldn't be too hard—and his beast will want to try and comfort you.

Deciding that it worked to her advantage, Ami took the bite that was still hanging in the air and waited patiently, knowing that petting his beast's ego by letting it feed her was the best course of action. She stayed quiet, taking every bite he offered her, pulling his cloak up tightly around her with a shiver towards the end and shifting closer to him. "Thank you again… I can't seem to stop thanking you, Nappa." She thought of a few things to say then that Mina might say, subtle offers of a sexual nature, but that just wasn't her style and she blushed at the very thought. Yeah, something like that was going to take a lot more guts than she could manage at the moment.

Nappa only nodded, a pained look on his face as he pointed up to the chain on the ceiling. "The next check will be in five minutes," he muttered, his eyes dark and angry. "Let's get this over with."

Ami could only nod sullenly and reluctantly let his cloak fall from her shoulders as she stood and held her arms upward willingly for the first time since her capture. She'd fought like hell every other time they'd tried to string her up like a piñata, but after Nappa had let her sleep half a day and had fed her part of his own rations, she just didn't have the heart to take a cheapshot at his balls like she had everyone else's. "I understand. Do what you must."

The resigned and defeated look in her eyes made Nappa hesitate as he pulled the chain down to fasten it, and damn it to hell, his beast was rising up, fighting him like crazy, howling like it'd gone insane. "I can't do it," he grunted. "Damn it, Blue… I can't fucking do it." He rubbed at his forehead as he began to mutter in Saiyan about how the prince was going to beat him into the ground for this, for showing such leniency to a prisoner of war that had fought them tooth and nail and wouldn't give them—"That's it," he whispered. "Blue, give me something. Anything. It doesn't even have to be fucking important. It can be anything. Trust me, I pretty much raised both the king and the prince, I can make anything work if you just trust me."

Ami couldn't help it, the hopeful look in his eyes had her instantly suspicious and she raised her arms back up. "No. I won't betray my queen. Chain me, because I'm not giving you any information." She was shaking now, fighting a rage welling up in her as she grit her teeth and stared him down. "That was all this was, wasn't it? You were only nice to me because you hoped it would wear me down! That I might tell you something to keep from being strung up again! Well, it's not going to work, damn it! I am a Senshi! A warrior, and I won't betray my—MMPH! WHA—MMMPH!"

"Shut up, Blue!" He hissed from between his teeth. "Not a word," he whispered before releasing his hand from his mouth and turning towards the door, where loud footsteps could be heard. Nappa opened it himself and gave the guard that had his hand already on the doorknob a hard look. "I'm interrogating the prisoner," he growled in Saiyan, "just as the prince ordered. Don't come in just yet."

"Yes, Lord Nappa."

Nappa slammed the door and used his ki to shield it from being opened before turning back to Ami and pointing at the bed. "Sit down, woman. You're lucky as hell that Ruta doesn't speak Solarian. He probably thought I was torturing you or something, which works out well enough. Now…" His face softened a bit and he scrubbed a hand over his bald head in frustration. "I wasn't asking you to betray your queen, and I didn't show you common fucking courtesy as some sort of tactical trick. I already said that it didn't have to be important. It can be useless. Hell, it can be something we already fucking know, woman," he sputtered. "Just say something. Anything. I can't bring myself to chain you back up to that godsdamned ceiling, so please just give me an excuse to have you loose."

The utterly destroyed looked on his face did her in, and damn her eyes, Ami believed him. He really hadn't planned this ahead of time. "Let me take a bath and I'll come up with something," she managed.

"No, Blue. I've got to be able to tell Vegeta something, and even then, I don't think he'll let you out of the cell. Just… fuck, Blue. Don't start crying again, please."

Ami nodded and wiped at her very real tears, aching to be clean, once again wondering just what sort of disgusting parasites, germs, viruses and bacteria could be lurking on her. "Gods, I'd sell my very soul for a bath," she whispered. What Mina would do in this situation seemed very relevant, and Ami blushed brightly at the thought, her eyes flicking over him from head to toe. "Nappa… please, could you at least ask…? Please? At least let me get this blood out of my hair and the grime off of my lower body. I don't want to get sick."

Nappa sagged against the wall and shook his head mournfully. "No Blue, I'm sorry. It's not going to happen." He'd missed the first look, but he saw the second one, a brief flicker of her eyes over him and the way her face was turning the color of a sunset. Was she… checking him out, maybe?

She said she'd sell her soul, his beast chuckled. Maybe she'd be willing to—

NO! Nappa yelled back, willing his cock to stay flaccid when his beast sent him images of taking her right there on the cot. No, he wouldn't do that, no matter how gorgeous he found her, no matter how beautiful she was even though she was covered head to toe in filth. Gods, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of her if she was clean and didn't look so fucking miserable.

"Nappa, I'd… I know you say it's impossible, but… if you could find a way to let me bathe, I'd… I'd be willing to…" Ami trailed off there and swallowed, licked her lips nervously, then dared to glance up to find him staring at her intently, his tail swishing lazily beside him. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be… now let's just pray that I can actually go through with it.

"You'd be willing to what?" His beast whispered before Nappa could stop it from speaking.

Trying to channel Mina, Ami looked up through her lashes at him, but found herself stammering nervously and finally looked away. Damn it, she wasn't Mina, she just didn't have that kind of courage when it came to dealing with men! "Anything," she finally replied softly, hoping that he wouldn't ask her to name something specific.

"Dear gods woman, I…"

Ami watched him lick his lips briefly, his eyes slipping shut for a moment as he leaned his head back against the wall, and it almost seemed like he was praying. He was definitely interested though, if the way his spandex was beginning to tent was any indication, so the queen of Mercury kept quiet and found herself admiring his body, mulling over the fact that she at least wouldn't have a problem feeling aroused at the sight of him with less clothing on. The man is built like a bear. Or a brick shithouse. And for a bald man, he's actually quite handsome.

Nappa caught her looking when he opened his eyes and gave a little sigh, the look of slight arousal on her face clinching the deal. "I still can't make any guarantees, Blue," he grunted. "And the only way you're getting in a bath is if you give me some information, however useless it is."

She sighed and nodded and tried to recall any and all conversations she'd heard outside the door or when they'd thought her asleep, and finally settled on confirming one of their bigger suspicions. "The princess is on Saturn," she whispered, feeling dead inside as she uttered the words.

"Pht, not like we could touch her anyway," Nappa replied dryly. "That little she-devil of a death goddess has booby-trapped all the moons and the rings to keep anyone from even passing within a thousand miles of them."

"Yes," Ami confirmed. "They don't call it Glaive Surprise for nothing, and the surprise isn't too pleasant. As much as I'd love to hear about a couple squads getting too cocky and winding up vaporized, I'd advise your men to stay away from the rings of Saturn at all costs."

"Any chance you'd tell me where the moon queen is?" Nappa asked, half joking, half hopeful.

"Venus," Ami lied smoothly, making it sound pure truth. "But it doesn't matter," she added ruefully. "You'll never touch her no matter where she's hiding. I've guarded Serenity for two thousand years, Nappa. This isn't our first rodeo in keeping her safe and hidden." Mako's words, though they're as true as any.

"Honestly, Blue, I completely believe you on that last bit. The boy's got his work cut out for him hunting down Queen Serenity, and I have to admit that I've never seen such an efficient guard detail when it comes to the way you ladies handle her safety. Maybe you could give me tips on it one day," he remarked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Rope," she answered with an almost imperceptible twitch of her mouth. "It's required to keep any monarch from diving headfirst into a battle that they need to be kept out of… especially princesses."

"The princess wasn't happy about being sent to Saturn?"

"The princess told myself and the queen of Jupiter that if we had nuts she'd saw them off with her teeth, and if we came any closer she'd punch us in the tits. So Mako trussed her up as quickly as she could and we hauled her down and dumped her in Hotaru's lap. Hota and Ruka thought it was hilarious." Ami squeaked at that and put a hand over her mouth, realizing she'd given away Sailor Uranus's position, tears welling up in her eyes. No… it probably doesn't matter, Ruka never stayed in one place long and it's been over a week. She's probably on Pluto with Serenity.

Nappa just quirked an eyebrow but knew better than to smile with the way she was instantly beating herself up for the slip. "Well, come on, Blue. Let's get that bath."

Ami's surprise must have shown, because Nappa was smiling now. "You're not going to… to call the prince and tell him?"

"Not yet. If you want that bath, I'm going to make sure you get it first so that I'm not forced to disobey a direct order from Vegeta. That way I can tell him that the bath was a reward for giving me information. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission, anyway," he chuckled. He went back over to the bed then and wrapped her in his cloak, then scooped her into his arms before dropping his shield and opening the door. "She talked," he grunted seriously in Saiyan. "I'm taking her to clean up, and I expect a full meal for her when we return."

"Yes, Lord Nappa," Bega said with a little bow of his head.

Ami fully expected the general carrying her to make good on their deal once he got her into a spacious room with showers lining the wall and a massive circular tub in the center, but when he only carefully sat her down on a bench and unwound his cloak, she blinked up at him in surprise. "I said anything," she reminded him with a crimson stain to her cheeks.

"I know," he whispered as he went back to the door and barred it. "Damn it, Blue, why did you have to offer that?" He growled softly as he began to strip out of his armor, piling it on the floor beside the door. "Because as much as I want to try and give you an out, my beast isn't fucking letting me."

Staring at him in surprise, Ami studied the way his tail was swishing closely. "Oh. Your… your beast wants me?" She asked softly.

"He wants more than that," Nappa grunted as he crossed back over, fully nude. "Come on, Blue, I need a shower, too. We'll get most of this dirt off of you, and then you can soak in the tub… I figured you'd feel better if your powers were boosted from being immersed."

But that would give me more than enough to break out… surely he should know that. Right? Not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, Ami stood and began to strip, blushing all the way to the tops of her breasts when the general didn't look away, licking his lips in anticipation. But when he didn't immediately try anything and only took her hand to lead her to the showers, she felt a pang of guilt and stepped closer, placing a small, dirty hand on his chest. "I meant it when I said anything, Nappa… it's ok."

An unexplainable crushed look flickered over his face as he cut the showers on with the push of a button, and Ami gasped at the sensation of his tail dragging her up to him, holding her tightly. "Nappa?" She asked softly. "I… I'm not exactly sure what to do… you'll have to tell me what you want."

"I want you to want me," his beast whispered as he walked them both back under the spray. "Make me believe that you're mine."

Oh gods, had she heard that right? He… he wanted her to pretend that she was his mate? Surely that had to be what he'd meant!? It took a few long moments for her to process that and come up with something to say, but she finally replied, her voice shaky and soft. "I do want you," she whispered. "But… I don't know what to do about it."

"Virgin?" Nappa realized aloud, entranced by the creamy skin that was appearing wherever the water was running down her chest and her back. When she nodded a little and blushed, he groaned in frustration and felt his cock swell in response. Damn it, and he'd done such a great job of keeping it at quarter mast so far! "Gods give me strength," he whispered under his breath. "No, wait. Don't give me strength, I don't want to break her in half." He heard a little giggle leave her mouth at that and couldn't help a chuckle of his own, and that gave him enough presence of mind to take a washcloth and a bottle of soap from a rack. "No, let me," he insisted when she tried to take the cloth from him. "My beast… he wants…"

"I know," she answered nervously. "It's ok, Nappa." Reaching up to his jawline, Ami summed up all her courage and drew his face down to hers to place a kiss on his lips, which immediately made him purr.

"At least I don't have to force that down anymore," he murmured before diving back in for another, keeping it short because of the way her skin sliding against his and how it was making his beast a little too eager. "The bastard kept trying to purr for you in your cell."

"I know, I heard it. So, um… do you want me to wash you…?" She blushed brightly and licked her lips before uttering the next word. "K'sha?" Ami heard a little groan punctuate his purr before he kissed her again, his tongue trying to part her lips and—"Wait," she said quickly. "Let… let me at least brush my teeth first? I'm a little self-conscious about kissing when I haven't…"

Her blush of embarrassment had Nappa purring in comfort and nodding as he drew away and left, returning moments later with a new toothbrush and some toothpaste, and he watched her face light up with pure, simple joy as she unwrapped it and scrubbed her teeth, the little sounds of delighted pleasure coming out of her throat a turn on. He didn't expect her zealous kiss when she was finished though, and even his beast was so stunned that he could only part his lips and let her kiss him passionately, her little mouth devouring his own.

"Heh… sorry, was just so happy," Ami giggled when she pulled away. "That alone made me feel like a million credits."

"Slip them into your subspace, then, I won't tell anyone you've got them," he chuckled.

"Dear Hermes, that's a wonderful idea," she said, immediately doing as she was told.

Before she could get all shy on him again, Nappa dumped some soap on her head and bid her to close her eyes, purring like an overly-pleased big cat as he scrubbed her hair. He sighed in delight at the sight of how blue her hair was once it was dirt free, how beautiful her face was now that it was clean from where he'd rinsed her hair repeatedly. "Gods, Ami… I'm fighting every instinct right now not to pin you to the wall," he sighed in her ear.

Ami opened her mouth to tell him that he could do whatever he wanted, but she was cut off by a kiss that was so tender she moaned into it, her slick arms sliding around his shoulders to tug him closer. "It's ok," she finally breathed between kisses. "I'm… I'm yours… remember?"

A loud groan erupted from him then and he pressed her to the wall, his hands wandering her, his mouth hot and ravenous against hers, his cock grinding slowly into her hip as he resisted the urge to simply thrust it inside of her. But when he knelt to take her with his mouth, he stopped at her quiet protest. "Your sister got a Saiyan kiss, Blue, I think you should get the same," he rumbled up at her.

"I haven't washed there in over a week, Nappa," Ami sputtered in disgusted embarrassment.

"Oh…" Even his beast stopped cold at that and made a face in his head, and Nappa chuckled before standing and retrieving the cloth and the soap. "Well, let me take care of that, then."

She'd said he could do whatever he wanted, but Ami drew the line there and shook her head, taking the soapy rag from him. "No, let me do this," she said firmly. "You can wash the rest of me if you'd like… ok?"

"But I want—"

"And when I'm done," she added quickly, "you can still give me that kiss."

The way her face was coloring brightly made Nappa relent, and he dropped a brief kiss to her shoulder before nodding and finding another rag to wash his own privates. But when he was done and she was still washing between her legs, he sputtered impatiently. "Come on, Blue, it's clean."

Nappa was surprised when she just snorted at him and shook her head. "Do you know what they gave me for toilet paper? Hell no, I'm not done yet. I probably won't be done for a whole week… gods, I don't want to think about it, let alone talk about it. I'm lucky as hell that I didn't wind up with some kind of vaginal or bladder infection in the process."

The general just laughed at that and soaped up his hands, using his tail to tug her closer. Then he was brazenly sliding his fingers over her skin, removing the bits of dirt that were still clinging to her flawless breasts. And once they were clean he was taking one in his mouth, sucking at it gently, savoring the soft whimper of pleasure in his ear. "We'll have to wash you again when I'm done with you," he chuckled into her throat. "Since we're only getting you clean to get you dirty again. So… you finished yet? Can we finally rinse?"

Embarrassed but stern on the matter, Ami let the cloth fall before eyeing him seriously. "Your nose is really sensitive, so if you smell anything…"

"Heh, will do, Blue. I'll wash your dirty little pussy myself in that case," Nappa snickered, grinning at the sight of how red her face was getting.

"My ass, too," she managed to add dryly as he used a detachable shower head to rinse her, trying not to squirm at the way it was arousing her.

"I don't have any plans on licking that," he countered as he knelt, followed by a grimace at the first taste of her. "Gods, tastes like soap, still." Nappa was glad to hear her giggle and he rinsed her again, grinning when he parted her folds and she moaned and trembled at the hot water jetting right onto her clit. "So tempted to get you off like this, Blue," he rumbled as he looked up at her, aroused by the way she was panting lightly and gazing down at him with glazed eyes.

"Sensitive… from all the scrubbing," she managed breathlessly. "Please…"

"Please what, Ami?"

The lust in his eyes made her moan softly, and she gave in to the urge to slide her fingers up to the back of his head and pull him closer. "Please… please kiss me, r'sha." Ami was rewarded with a flick of his tongue as the showerhead clattered onto the floor, and rolled her hips into his mouth when he began to kiss her firmly, sliding his wet tongue back and forth over her clit. "I'm close, Nappa… please…"

The general didn't want to finish her off quickly, he wanted to let her savor it, wanted to bring her to the point where she was shaking and begging and writhing between him and wall. But when he looked up and found her desire to be sincere, he pursed his lips around the receptive bit of flesh and sucked lazily, keeping his dark eyes locked with hers.

"Oh gods… yes, Nappa… please, harder!" Ami wasn't faking it anymore, she really, truly wanted him at that point, and she knew he'd sensed it when he began to suck, his eyes pinning hers in place, willing her silently not to look away from him. So she held his gaze as she began to crest, and when he began to suckle forcefully she let out a loud moan signaling her climax, stiffening from the force of the pleasure crashing through her.

Nappa caught her when she went limp, dragging her into his lap to kiss her mouth, groaning at the way she instantly returned it, her tongue dueling with his as he pressed his entry. "Want you now, Blue," he growled as he pushed into her further, having broken the kiss to lavish her breasts with attention. "Relax for me."

Ami could only nod, wiggling against him slightly at the mixture of pleasure and discomfort at being stretched so wide, her core overly sensitive from the washing and his attentions. She was briefly amazed to feel him slide in deep without much resistance, and when the expected flash of pain inside of her never came, they both hesitated in surprise.

"Thought you said…?"

There was no accusation there, only confusion, and Ami only managed to shrug. "I'm two thousand years old, Nappa. I've never been with a man, but I may have broken my hymen when sparring or fighting."

The general just blinked at that and slowly smiled. "Good, I didn't want to hurt you anyway, baby." He flexed his hips then to fill her completely, and when she only flinched a little at the invasion he was pleased. Gods, she was made for him. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

Ami did as she was told, grateful that he was holding still so that she could adjust to the sheer enormity of him, but when he kissed her shoulder she stopped him. "Don't," she whispered.

"But… I thought…"

The hurt in his eyes made her give him a reassuring smile and she kissed the tip of his nose. "Not because I don't want it," she promised gently. "I only don't want you to get in trouble. If they see you've marked me… besides, what in the hell is your beast going to do if you bite me, Nappa? I'm going back to that cell, and you'll only wind up dead if you mate me."

Ami flinched and was surprised to feel him withdraw from her body, but she didn't complain when he suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the tub, giving it an order for it to fill. "Nappa?" She finally asked once he was sitting in it and had positioned her so that she was straddling him. "Nappa, please don't be mad at me, I meant what I said. You… you've been so kind to me. I couldn't bear the thought of them killing you for treason."

"No more pretending, then," he breathed into her hair, pulling her close. "Because if you call me 'r'sha' again, my heart's going to break. I've dreamed of finding my mate for two hundred years, and now that I've found her, she's a fucking prisoner of war."

Eyes filling with tears, Ami nodded into his chest, but her always-working-overtime brain had her stiffening against him. "You didn't… did you?"

"Feel the pull?" Nappa rumbled sadly. "Yeah."

"Dear gods…" Overcome with emotion, Ami sat up and looked him in the eye, gripping his chin so that he couldn't look away, and when she felt the faint tugging sensation in her chest she wanted to cry. "Make love to me," she whispered. "And then I'm breaking out of here and taking Mina with me. You… you should bite me. And come with us."

"I can't," he groaned. "Damn it, Blue, I… I'm sworn to my king, just as you're sworn to Serenity. I made those vows first… I can't break them. You know that."

The sorrow in his eyes had tears welling up in hers, and Ami could only think to give him what he'd waited so long for, lowering herself onto him, using her hand to bring him back to full arousal so that he could fill her once more. She kissed him then, begging him with her lips and tongue to at least let her give him this much, and when she felt his nearly imperceptible surrender to her, she began to move, riding him slowly, moaning into his mouth at how good he felt, he added sensation of her powers returning from being in the water adding to the pleasure. "I'm going to come," she warned him after only a few deep strokes.

Nappa could only wind his tail and arms around her and groan in response, capturing her mouth once more, and he began rocking his hips in time with hers, the motion of their bodies sloshing water over the sides of the tub when they began to move harder. He felt her tighten after only a few moments and gripped her as tightly as her body was hugging his cock, and he barely held on and kept from coming as his pleasure nearly peaked with hers. But he kept moving, kept thrusting, committing every whimper and moan that he wrung out of her to memory as he made her come again.

He was holding back when she came for a third time with him inside of her, but he suddenly lost control at the feeling of fire shooting through him from his shoulder, hot, raw pleasure going straight to his groin, making him yell and erupt inside of her. Is hands pulled her hips down to him then as he pounded into her hard, his beast roaring and growling in rapture, fully coming out of him for several seconds.

As she sucked on the mark she'd left on his shoulder, Ami smiled in triumph, and when she looked up she found him oddly beautiful with his beast in utter control. "Sneaky little wench," Nappa rumbled, his obsidian eyes speaking more of contentment than annoyance with her.

"Will you come with me, now?"

"Mmm… already came with you, Blue," he chuckled, though his humor was laced with a sadness that gave her her answer.

"They'll kill you," she whispered. "You'd make me a widow so soon?"

Suddenly all business—he had to be for their sakes, whether he liked it or not—Nappa lifted her off of his lap and bit her shoulder, sinking his teeth in deep, groaning at the taste of her warm, sweet blood filling his mouth. He licked it clean while she squirmed and whimpered, and when she tried to tug herself back into his lap, he shook his head. "We don't have time, Ami. Finish cleaning up while I get dressed, and absorb as much power from the water as you can. I know you can teleport, right?"

"Yes… I…" Damn it, it was so hard thinking straight when she was aching for him to fill her again!

"You need enough power for three hops, two at the minimum, but you should have an extra just in case. Ami, listen to me," Nappa ground out urgently. "Hey, you're the one that started the fucking biting, not me, so suck it up."

"Sorry," she breathed, coloring brightly in embarrassment. "I… I have enough for two, I think. Another five minutes or so might give me enough for three."

"Good. Finish washing, r'sha. Then dress, find your sister, and go. I have some calls to make." Nappa was already turning to retrieve his clothes when he heard her whisper his name, and giving into his beast's aching need to feel her in his arms, he turned and embraced her tightly. "Do as I say, Ami, and everything will be alright in the end."

"Swear it," she demanded softly. "Swear it on your tail."

"I swear that things will very likely go the way I think they will if you hurry up and wash and go," he sighed as he dipped his head to kiss her.

It was a brief kiss, but Ami felt all the emotion he was trying to convey to her through and it tried to do the same, gasping and trying not to sob as their fingers traced each other's marks. "If you don't meet up with me in at least three days, I'm coming back in with all the Inner Court, guns blazing. Understand me, r'sha?"

"Understood, r'sha." Nappa broke away then, knowing he'd wind up taking her again and blowing his plan, but he opened the brand-new bond wide open from his end, inviting her to see his plan as he slowly dressed in his spandex and armor and slung his cloak around his shoulders again.

"I should have enough power now," Ami said from behind him, and when he turned to kiss her, he stopped and just stared at her beauty.

"You will let me rip this dress off of you when we meet again," he ordered roughly.

"Looking forward to it," she giggled. Her laugh spoke of joy, but her eyes did not, they were full of worry and sadness. "It's my princess gown; it regenerates the same as my fuku. You can rip it off of me as often as you'd like."

"Good. It's a date then. Three days r'sha." Nappa kissed her briefly then, unable to allow himself to stay in physical contact with her for any longer than a few seconds, and when he released her, she promptly disappeared. Be safe, he whispered through the bond. Don't do anything dangerous.

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"You punched my son," the king growled from behind his desk. "You'd better have a damned good explanation for it, too, Nappa."

"He tried to stop me from coming to report to you, Vegeta," Nappa replied gruffly as he stood rigidly in front of the massive desk. "We need to talk."

"It was urgent enough that you couldn't just report to him?" When Nappa nodded, the king relaxed and gestured for him to continue. "You're lucky you're my friend, or I'd have beaten you into the ground for hitting the prince."

"I felt the pull for the queen of Mercury, Majesty." Without waiting for the expected outburst, Nappa drew his cloak off and unstrapped his armor at the shoulder to bare his mark in all its red, healing glory. "I won't lie to you. I let her go."

"Fuuuuuck," the king groaned, letting his face smack comically onto the desk. Well, it would have been comical if not for the current situation, anyway. "You couldn't have just brought her to me? I know how long you've waited, how you've refused to take a mate without feeling the pull. Godsdamn it, Nappa, I'm your friend. You didn't trust me enough to tell me!?"

"She didn't want to stay, didn't want her sister held captive while she was well-treated as the mate of a general. It wouldn't have been fair. So I let her go… but I think she may have taken the queen of Venus with her," he sighed, rubbing at his bald head. "I didn't ask, she didn't tell." Nappa was surprised to hear the king chuckle at that and lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, that should be interesting, since Raditz accidentally fucking bit her only an hour ago during some sort of slutty pissing contest," the king laughed. "Now… wipe that worried look off your face, Nappa. You've been loyal to me since I was born, and I understand what it is to feel the pull and want for your mate to be happy. So… I'm going to call Raditz, who's likely passed out like the dumbass he is, and have you two go off on a happy little trip to track them down. You do what you want from there. We have the queen of Mars captive on another ship, anyway, so at least we have some leverage. I'll handle the prince." Vegeta grinned then, a little wider, and looked towards the door to make sure no one else was listening. "They reported that your ki flickered to gold when you punched my son. Is it true?"

"Yeah… felt a surge of power, too," Nappa admitted sheepishly. "He… he pissed me off pretty badly, Majesty."

"If you had any damned hair, they might've seen it turn blonde," Vegeta snorted. "Now go on, I'll have Raditz meet you at a dropship."

Nappa's grin matched the king's then and he inwardly relaxed, pleased that his friendship with the king had worked out to his advantage. I'm coming for you, Blue.

YAY! I have a whole BUNCH of damned oneshots like these written, but this is the first one I've finished, busted it out in a day! WOOOO! Don't worry, it's not over yet, either! I'm going to have to write the Raditz/Mina thing as a flashback, now. :D R&R!