A little "what if" oneshot for you History fans. What if Vegeta-sai hadn't been destroyed, and Usagi sent off with Tarble? How would it have gone when Vegeta returned from his service to Frieza? Heee… enjoy, yall. SeleneA, AnaFrost, this is for yall.

Usagi could hardly control her breathing when the hatch of the ship began to open, and she nearly leapt forward at the sight of her older brother. But she kept her feet planted; Geta was a man now, a full-grown warrior, and it wouldn't do to embarrass him by having a woman embracing him immediately upon arrival.

She tried not to fidget in the dress that the king had insisted she wear; sure, he'd declared her his daughter when she was thirteen, making her a princess of Vegeta-sai, but did it mean she had to dress like one, too? Ugh, at least it was comfortable. It was thin enough to keep her from sweating in the dry heat, and even she had to admit that it showed off her newly-developed curves.

Heh, Geta was going to pick on her so bad for growing tits, she could just hear him now: "Feh, you look like a girl!" She tried not to giggle at that thought, since it would be unbecoming of a princess to be giggling at a greeting of returning warriors. She did tip a wink at Raditz, though, when he stepped off the ship, and was pleased to see his eyes widen a bit at the sight of her before he also returned the wink with a lecherous grin.

And then she saw him, stepping off the ship with Nappa, and she silently willed him to make eye contact with her. But much to her disappointment, he didn't. Gods, he'd gotten so tall! Sure, he was still short by Saiyan standards, but he'd gotten so… tall! "He looks just like you, Father," she whispered out the side of her mouth in wonder.

"He does," he replied just as quietly. And when the warriors had filed into the palace, he added, "you can go to him now, girl. I can practically see you running in place. Remember to walk in the dress, though."

"Yes, Father," she snorted, giving him a little smirk as she headed inside, head held high as befitting a member of the royal family.

"Usa!"

She turned and grinned at the sound of Raditz's voice, and forgetting her father's words, ran to him and jumped into his arms. "RADU!" Usagi laughed as he swung her around like he used to; it was almost as if he'd never even left.

"Girl."

Usagi scrambled out of Raditz's arms, turned to his father as she smoothed out her dress, and gave him a tight hug. "You're well, Bardock?"

"Very, thank you. And pleased to finally be back. How is Romayna?"

"Oh, she's fine, I went and visited her a few days ago; she had her hands quite full with Turles, as usual. He's such a fucking brat," she mumbled.

And then she turned, and came face to face with her brother, who was staring at her intently. "Highness," she whispered with a soft smile, giving him a curtsy.

Vegeta seemed to chuckle at that before stepping forward to tug her into his arms, wrapping his tail tightly around her waist as he buried his face in her hair. Her scent nearly brought him to tears; the things he'd done and seen while he'd been gone had been unspeakable, but thoughts of her and memories of her scent had lulled him to sleep every night.

"Geta? You ok?" Usagi asked, after they had stood there for well over five minutes. People were starting to stare at such a long embrace, such a show of emotion from the crown prince, and she didn't want him embarrassed right after landing.

"Let them look," he growled, "I don't give a shit." He finally released her, but grasped her hand tightly. "Come on, girl."

At a loss for what else to do, and giving Raditz a shrug, she let Vegeta tug her to the family wing, right into his old rooms. "Geta? Seriously, talk to me," she whispered, smoothing her hand over his cheek. "You're starting to worry me."

"Didn't mean to," he grunted, shrugging off his armor. Vegeta then tugged her into his bed with him and wrapped his arms around her so tightly she could barely breathe, before letting out a ragged sigh. "I missed you so much, Usagi. I missed this."

"I did too," she whispered. Usagi was genuinely surprised when he pulled back to firmly press his lips to hers. It was not a chaste kiss. "G—Geta?"

"Just… just let me do this," he rasped, before pressing his mouth to hers again, moving it slowly over hers as he groaned softly at the sensation of finally kissing her. Vegeta wasn't too pleased that she wasn't returning it, but that was to be expected. At least she was too stunned to fight him.

Usagi held perfectly still, not sure what else to do against this new development, but finally let her eyes flutter shut and tried her best to relax. He needed comfort, that was all, and she could give it to him. He technically wasn't her brother, and it was just kissing… and she had to admit that he was awfully skilled at it, too. And then against her will, her lips began to respond to his, and she couldn't stop herself from kissing him back.

It just felt too damned good, and she couldn't fight the urge to run her fingers through his hair when he growled in approval and bunched his fist in her golden tresses. She whimpered a little when his tongue lined the crease of her mouth, and while she didn't open to him immediately, his tongue skillfully coaxed her to do so after only another minute.

She let out a helpless little moan when his lips left hers to travel down her jawline, to her neck, ending at her exposed shoulder, where he nipped, licked, and nuzzled her tenderly. "Mine," he whispered. "All mine."

"Geta… Geta, what are we doing?" Dear gods, these stupid fucking hormones! They'd been out of control for nearly a week, and they were starting to make her crazy! She wasn't even sixteen, damn it, she still had another two days!

Vegeta slowly looked up at her, and was deeply satisfied to watch her jump and breathe in sharply the moment they made eye contact. "That's what I'm doing," he purred, his lips twitching up in a smirk. "Don't pretend you didn't feel it, either, I know you did."

"I… I didn't say that," she stammered. "It's… just… you just got back, Geta. Late, at that."

"In time for your birthday," he replied smugly, pulling her back to him for another toe-curling kiss. Vegeta snarled in frustration when she pulled away after only a moment, but was placated by her quick gesture to just hold on a moment.

"Geta… what about Father?"

"You're calling him 'Father' now?" He asked in amusement. "I see he's been treating you well, at least. That was part of my requirement for going with the freak quietly. Don't worry about Father, though, I've already spoken with him, long before now." Her look of confusion made him smile, the first real smile to grace his face in three years. "I felt the pull for you when I was eight," he explained. "Way too early, I know, but all the same…" He shook his head and nipped at her lower lip. "Father was dead set against it at first, but I convinced him right before I left."

"Convinced him?" Usagi's eyes narrowed and flashed in anger. "To what? To let you have me? Without even broaching the subject with me first!?" Usagi rolled out of the bed and just glared at him. "Why you… insufferable… cock-smoking prick!"

At least she'd retained that wonderful potty mouth he'd loved so much. "You were twelve, Usagi! You were still a child! Hell, we both were! But I knew what I wanted even then, and that was you! Do you really think, for just one moment, that I would have broached such a subject with a girl that still thought of me as big brother Gee-Gee!? You must be out of your damned mind, woman!"

Rolling her eyes, Usagi folded her arms over her chest and huffed. "You could have still said something, Geta. No secrets, remember?" She shivered when she felt his arms enfold her from behind and he nipped at her shoulder before giving it a slow, sensuous open-mouthed kiss. "Don't do that, it makes my head all fuzzy. And I can't properly argue with you when I can't fucking think."

"Feh, woman. You couldn't properly argue with me on your best day. I always win."

"I could cry," she suggested flatly.

"I seriously hope you're joking, woman," he grumbled, tugging her back to the bed. He yanked back the covers before leading pulling her in, and simply snuggled up to her tightly, as if they were children once more. "We've got two more days, Usa. I've waited eight years since I felt the pull. I can wait two more fucking days. Lay down," he ordered, when she tried to sit up. "I need this," he added with a hint of embarrassment.

That light blush to his cheeks did her in; apparently his time with Frieza had really affected him if he was ashamed to show emotion or admit weakness to even her. "Oh, my poor, big, bad Saiyan warrior," she lightly teased, smoothing back his hair only for it to immediately bounce back. "Here you were, expecting a proper welcome home, and I'm being unreasonable."

"That's more like it," he replied with a smirk.

"No, not really. I'll hold off on the arguing until tomorrow. I wasn't joking about you deserving a proper welcome home. I won't spoil that by yelling at you, Geta."

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Usagi groaned in discomfort when Vegeta wouldn't let her go as she tried to slide out of the bed. They had snuggled in his bed for another hour before heading back downstairs, where the king had eyed her shoulder for a moment before nodding in satisfaction when he found her unmarked. Among the common populace, claiming a Saiyan female a few days before her sixteenth birthday wouldn't have been a big deal, but among the royal family it would be damned near scandalous.

Once nightfall had arrived, Usagi had retired to her own chambers, but hadn't been in the least surprised when Vegeta had walked right in like he'd owned the place before sliding in beside her, completely naked. Just as if they were already a mated couple. Feeling him pressed against her in the dark had sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and had made her wish like hell that her birthday wasn't still twenty-four hours away. Now it was only sixteen hours out, and she was damned near desperate to feel him buried inside of her, to feel his teeth clamping down on her shoulder. "Please Geta, let me up," she begged.

Vegeta cracked his eyes open and immediately raised a hand to feel her forehead. "You're burning up, woman. Hn… but you're not sixteen, yet."

"Apparently my body doesn't give a shit about a difference of less than a day," she snapped, biting back a needy moan at the feel of his cool hand on her skin. "Let me up." When he wouldn't release her, she shoved at him ineffectually. "Now, Geta! Let me up!" She yelled. Usagi struggled and kicked at him when he yanked her tightly to him and refused to let her go.

"Hold still, woman," he grumbled affectionately, before sliding his cool lips down her overheated throat.

"Geta… please…" she whimpered, as she fought a losing battle against her own body. He didn't stop the tender assault on her neck, and when she felt his hands smoothing her nightgown up her thighs and past her hips, she wrapped her leg around his waist and yanked him over with her as she rolled onto her back. "Either stop it or take me," she begged, raising her hips in invitation. "Please Geta, make it stop… it burns so much…"

"Shh, beloved," he whispered in her ear, "I'll make it all better, I swear. Just relax, so I don't hurt you too much. You're mine now, Usa. I'll take care of you."

"Yes," she breathed, as she felt him pressing against her inner thigh, sliding up to push past her folds and tease her entrance. "I need you, Geta… please…" Her inner Saiyan purred with pleasure when he slid inside of her, and she let it completely take over when he pushed past her barrier quickly. Usagi sounded a few whimpers of pain when he gave a few more thrusts in order to squeeze himself inside of her, but she was mostly focused on nibbling at his shoulder, which was looking more and more appetizing with every passing moment.

"Fuck me running," Vegeta groaned. "You're so fucking tight, woman. Gods… does it hurt badly?" His answer came in the glazed-over blue eyes of his newly claimed mate; he'd seen those same eyes once before in the mirror, but only black, when he'd turned fifteen and felt his own hormones at work for the first time. "Let me guess?" He grunted. "Shut up and bite you?"

"Before I take a chunk out of your shoulder, yes," Usagi 's beast replied hoarsely, raising her hips in invitation as well. The moment she felt the expected flash of pain in her shoulder, she clamped down on his as well and they both moaned as he withdrew and thrust forward, his own beast completely taking over. "Geta… yes, harder… please…"

"No," he growled, "I'm already hurting you, damn it."

"I know," she replied, her words coming out almost as a whine, "but it still burns, Geta. I need you… I need you now."

In response, Vegeta lifted her into a sitting position and pulled her nightgown over her head before gentling his movements and fastening his mouth to a hard pink nipple. When he'd turned fifteen, the only thing that had relieved the burning had been a series of orgasms, and even then, it hadn't alleviated the aching need inside of him but for a couple hours. Thank the gods that a leave had come up to coincide with his birthday. He'd spent the entire leave on the ship with his door locked even to Nappa, while he'd fantasized about the blonde that was now writhing desperately against him, brining himself to climax over and over again until he'd nearly been raw. "Relax, Usagi," he groaned as he switched to her other breast, as he slipped his tail between them to stroke her.

He growled in approval when her head tipped back at the sensation and she moaned his name, her hips no longer moving in erratic desperation now that he was giving her what she needed, and he rose his ki as he felt himself quickly losing control, in an attempt to desensitize himself so that he could last long enough to get her off just once. Vegeta was pretty sure he'd be able to go for a second round almost immediately afterwards, but like all men, his cock had a damned mind of its own and there was a chance it wouldn't cooperate. "Come for me beloved," he moaned softly.

Gods, he had her. He finally fucking had her, and like some sort of virginal teenager, he wasn't going to last even five minutes inside of that sweet, feverishly hot body. Ok, fine. He was a virginal teenager, but he was the crown prince of Vegeta-sai, damn it! She just felt so damned good, pinned tightly to his chest, rising and falling onto him in time with his thrusts, flexing around him, her tail twined with his at the base, pulsing and squeezing him as she moaned his name. Then it finally happened; her head rolled back and she cried out loudly as she stiffened and bucked in his arms, clamping around his entire length like a vice.

Vegeta groaned as he finally allowed himself to take his own pleasure, the sound becoming a low whimper as he continued to move, her body milking him for all it was worth. And then he sagged, tipping her onto her back once more, completely spent. "Usa?" He whispered hoarsely, unable to even look up at her. He sighed in relief when she began purring, her tail moving along his once more. "Are you hurt, beloved?"

"Mmm… if that was pain, then I'm in love with pain," she growled happily, lifting her hips a little. "I want more," she added, only proving that her inner beast was still in total control.

"In just a moment, my insatiable princess," he replied, unable to keep from chuckling. When a single, sharp pound sounded on the door, Vegeta's head snapped up and he snarled loudly in warning, knowing that the unwelcome guest would hear it and piss off.

"Boy, she's not sixteen yet!" King Vegeta's voice barked from the other side. "Get out of there now before I drag you out!"

Before Vegeta could even speak, Usagi answered him. "Try and drag my mate out of here and see how long you stay attached to your balls!" She snarled.

"Damn, girl," the father and son both said at the same time, bringing a chuckle out of Vegeta and a growl of frustration from his father. "It's already too late, Father," the prince stated firmly, for once in his life the peacemaker in an argument. "I'll speak with you later. Now is not the time."

"Agreed," the king huffed, before they felt his ki retreat from the door.

"He'll make sure we aren't disturbed," Usagi gurgled as she felt her mate begin to harden inside of her once more.

"I'm sure he will. Especially since he thinks that anyone coming in here will lose their balls."

"Oh, they will," she replied matter-of-factly. "I'm not as strong as you or Bardock, but I'm pretty close to Raditz's level. Don't worry, though. Yours are safe," she whispered in his ear. "I like yours."

"You'd better," Vegeta retorted with an experimental thrust. "Mmm, woman. You know, I have a very vivid imagination…" He moved again, causing them both to moan softly. "…and even in my wildest wet dreams, you never felt this damned good."

Usagi chuckled at that and used her abdominal muscles to squeeze him tightly, smirking in triumph at the choked moan that came out of his mouth. "How about that good?"

"Woman, you're going to pay for that… maybe not today or even this week… but I'll get you back, I swear it."

"Get me back?" She purred, running her mouth over his throat. "Why would you want to get me back, Geta? You enjoyed it. In fact…" She did it again, and moaned softly as he thrust into her harder in response, his eyes rolling back in his head as she kept it up just to make him crazy. Then she didn't have to anymore, as he began to take her roughly, and it sent her careening right over the edge, crying out loudly for more as he really began to slam into her. "You feel so good, Geta…" That seemed to spur him on, and he continued to drive into her with mindless need as she simply arched into him, coming for him every time his mouth bent to her ear and demanded her total surrender to him. She came a few times in between as well, truth be told, and by the time he shuddered and cried out her name, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely unwrap them from his waist.

Vegeta rolled onto his back, panting hard and soaked with sweat. "Damn, woman… intense workout…" He heard her chuckle, and wanted to pull her into his arms, but simply couldn't move at the moment; every muscle in his body was denying any request to move, and it would likely be awhile before he could so much as lift his tail. "You ok?"

Usagi rolled to him, trailing her fingers over the drops of sweat covering his chest and abs. "I love you, Geta," she whispered softly, bending her head to kiss his mark. "I always have, you know."

Vegeta closed his eyes and smiled, sighing in contentment. Saiyans didn't say those words, but he'd dreamed of hearing them out of her mouth for years, said in that sexy, adoring tone. "You too," he breathed, just as he had when he was twelve. "The same, Usa. Always."

It was nearly an hour before Vegeta could be sure of his ability to walk, and he managed to coax her into taking a shower while he rooted out something to eat for the both of them and dealt with his father at the same time.

Vegeta didn't have to even look for the old man, the king had sensed his ki on the move and had immediately tracked him down. Before his father could even speak, the prince held up a hand in a gesture of peace. "It couldn't be helped, Father," he rumbled, as he wandered into the kitchen and began to select a few things that he knew his mate liked.

King Vegeta groaned and shook his head as he rubbed his temples. "Nearly four years you waited, boy. You couldn't wait, what? Fourteen more damned hours?"

"The burning hit her two hours ago, Father. She was in pain," the prince said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Ugh, I was afraid of that," he sighed, unable to stop himself from nicking a pastry from one of the platters, smirking at his son when he shot him a glare that clearly told him to get his own damned food. "While I personally don't care that you claimed her early, boy, you should have thought it out a little better and taken her to your own bed." When his son lifted a questioning eyebrow, he continued. "You see, your room is soundproof." King Vegeta couldn't help but laugh when the crown prince's wooden mask fell and he turned beet red.

"H—How much did you…?"

"Nearly all of it," the king replied blandly, snagging another one of those fruit-filled pastries. "I highly suggest that you take your little reunion to your room when you return upstairs, boy." He laughed again, simply unable to contain it. "Gods, boy, you made her yell!" He cackled. "Hand of the gods, I swear, boy, You aremy legacy."

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