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Slightly disoriented from teleporting for the first time, Princess Serenity could only shiver and stand there silently when a room full of Saiyan warriors immediately turned their heads to study her. Heart pounding erratically, she couldn't stop herself from trembling and the tears that formed in her eyes when the second tallest of them approached her steadily, his lips twitching up in a smile. Whether it was purposely smug was beyond her knowledge, but something told her that the king of the Saiyans was actually trying his best to seem welcoming.
"You actually kept your word, Highness," the king stated with mild surprise.
That immediately got the terrified look out of her eyes, and Serenity's back straightened as her anger washed away her fear. "Are you accusing me of having no honor, Majesty?"
"Pht, no, girl. I honestly thought you would have simply been so horrified at the prospect once you'd had some time to think it over," he replied smoothly. "Which only tells me that you have no idea at all what you even offered me."
"I offered myself in exchange for peace," Serenity ground out impatiently, her little fist balled up as the king loomed over her. Gods, why did they have to be so damned tall! "What you do with me doesn't matter, so long as my home and my people are left in peace."
"You have to admit, Vegeta, the girl has the bravery of a Saiyan," the tallest man in the room rumbled from his post beside the throne.
"Yes, Nappa. I'll definitely give her that much credit. But the question of what to do with her still stands. And who to give her to," he added thoughtfully. "Tell me, Highness, just how scared are you of being pairbonded to a Saiyan heathen? I'm sure you went over for days what you thought would happen the moment you arrived, how you would immediately be taken to a bedroom and used as breeding stock."
The truth of his statement must have shown on her face, because the king frowned deeply and more than a few warriors along the walls growled or grunted at her disapprovingly. But as much as their contempt for her scared her to the bone, Serenity was every inch her mother's daughter and swallowed her tears as she tried to stare down the king and his Elite as fearlessly as possible. "You swore on your tail that my people would be left unharmed by the armada and by the Planet Trade Organization," she finally stated after several moments of silence while she tried to ignore the way all of those flinty eyes were boring into her. "The fact that I was warned by my mother and my court about how I would be poorly used by your warriors matters not, Your Majesty," she added in an icy tone that was a direct result of the way everyone was eyeing her. "Whether or not you will keep your word is all that matters to me."
"Oh, I'll keep my word, girl, you can bet on that," Vegeta ground out slowly as he fought down the urge to blow her to pieces for such an insult. "The only question that remains, though… is who to give you to. Nappa, do you want her?"
While the rest of the Elite snickered, the general only studied her seriously, his arms folded over his massive chest as he seemed to contemplate the prospect in earnest, patiently reflecting that the princess knew absolutely nothing about his people and therefore could not be held at fault for her assumptions. Perhaps he could be the one to prove her wrong…? But he hadn't felt a tug when he'd made eye contact with her, so… "No," he finally stated. "I'll admit that I'm beyond flattered that you'd offer her to me first, Vegeta, but I'll continue to wait for the pull. Though I'll admit, Highness, your beauty damned near tempted me," Nappa added with a hint of a smirk and a quick, nearly undetectable wink.
Stunned by the compliment and the scrap of kindness he'd just thrown her way, Serenity curtsied his way as she somehow managed to sustain eye contact with the tallest man she'd ever laid eyes on. "I'll admit, general, something tells me that you might have made a fine husband. I'm sorry I couldn't tempt you further."
"Who is tempted?" Vegeta grunted, and without even turning, he added, "put your hand down, Raditz, I know you're practically waving it around and fighting the urge to scream something that I'll find ridiculously funny."
Blinking owlishly at the long-haired warrior standing beside three scowling, spikey-haired lookalikes, Serenity almost forgot her surroundings and giggled at the boyish grin he flashed her, followed by a waggle of his eyebrows before he once again took on the typical, stony expression that the Saiyans were so famous for. I could have lived with going to him, Serenity mentally sighed. If anything, his eyes are kind and he seems like he loves to make people laugh.
"No takers other than Raditz… I'm not surprised after you insulted the lot of us, girl," Vegeta snorted. "Taking that into consideration, I suppose you'll just have to go to one of our strongest warriors. After all, it's only fitting that you go to strongest… since you're to be used as breeding stock. Poorly, at that."
Serenity was unsure how exactly she'd insulted them so deeply by her assumptions when the Saiyans were some of the cruelest, most efficient killers in the universe, but she had the decency to blush as she looked away. "As I said before, King Vegeta, my only concern is for my people. You may do with me as you wish."
"Our two strongest warriors are unmated still, aren't they, Nappa?"
"Yes, Vegeta, they are," Nappa replied with another hint of a smirk when one of those warriors practically vibrated with excitement, his tail quivering around his waist as he fought down his beast to keep it from swishing happily. "And Kakarot seems extremely eager to be chosen."
Daring to look up from the floor, the moon princess flushed brightly at the sunny, genuine smile he was giving her, every trace of the scowl he'd been wearing long gone. I think I could live with being his wife as well, she thought as her own lips quirked up slightly in response to the way he just wouldn't stop beaming at her, his black eyes glittering with his joy. He's rather nice looking as well. Perhaps this won't be as horrific as everyone thought.
"Yes, Kakarot's always eager to do anything for anyone," Vegeta snorted. "He won't be difficult to find a mate for. The strongest of us, however…" There was no suppressing a cruel little smile when the princess practically wilted in place; had it not been for her insult against the Saiyan people, Vegeta would have immediately paired the girl with Raditz or Kakarot, who were without a doubt the most suitable matches for someone who wasn't used to how outwardly cold Saiyans could be. "I think that the strongest of the Elite should be rewarded for all of his efforts on behalf of our people, don't you, Nappa?"
"Loyalty and fealty to the crown should always be rewarded, Majesty," Nappa replied automatically, though on the inside he was facepalming and praying to the gods that Vegeta would not actually be stupid and prideful enough to do what he thought he was going to—
"Broly. She's yours."
Unable to hold it in, Nappa uttered a little groan. Yup, he'd done it... and hopefully Raditz would explain to the king how unbelievably stupid he'd just been by pairing the crown princess of the moon with a warrior whose beast was ridiculously unstable.
The rest of the room had fallen even more impossibly quiet as Serenity trembled and snapped her gaze up to the king with wide, terror-filled blue eyes, her hands shaking visibly as she balled them into fists as her sides to keep from wringing them. "B—Broly?"
The Green-Eyed Monster. The Golden Death. There were plenty of names that were just as fitting for the most ruthless killer in the history of the Saiyans, but those were the only two that Serenity could remember as the warrior in question stepped up from Raditz's right without even looking at the king, his face emotionless as he stared at her.
"M'yo?" He asked in Saiyan, his tone sounding almost confused as he continued to just look at her.
"Yes, Broly, she's your mate," the king replied casually in Solarian, which was translated quietly by Raditz. "Take her to your quarters and claim her."
Still seemingly unsure, Broly appeared to wait for someone to contradict what he'd just been told before he finally addressed the trembling blonde that was the center of attention. "K'sha m'yo, ra'dir p'ue m'yo?"
"He's asking you to come to his room with him," Raditz translated seriously when Serenity only looked at them blankly. "And Majesty," he added softly in Saiyan, "after I've acted as a translator for the two and escorted them to Broly's chambers, you and I need to have a word in private."
"You might be as dear to me as a brother, Raditz," the king responded just under his breath, "but don't push your fucking luck." He nodded towards the door then. "Go on, Highness," he said, switching back over to her language. "Raditz will go with you and act as a translator until you reach Broly's rooms."
No one missed the way that Serenity immediately went to Raditz's side rather than her mate's, and the room collectively held its breath until Broly just grunted softly and walked out of the open door leading from the throne room, his expression not once revealing whatever he was thinking about the slight.
"A long word in private," Raditz hissed at the king in Saiyan before offering the Lunarian his arm and following the strongest Elite down the hall.
"Broly can't wear a scouter," he explained as soon as they'd caught up, trying his best not to yell at her for the way she shrunk away from the younger Saiyan and leaned into the older of the two as some means of futile escape. "His ki level's too high to wear one without it blowing up in his face, so you'll have to make do without understanding each other unless he marks you right away. And he won't hurt you," he added as gently as he could despite his desire to rant and rave. "What you're doing is so unbelievably insulting to him that I can't even think of a way to word it in Solarian. So stop clinging to me before his beast decides to destroy me, his only friend."
"Oh. I'm sorry," the princess whispered, completely separating herself from Raditz despite the fact that taking an offered arm was acceptable to his people. She was unaware of that, however, and could only concentrate on the fact that Broly had gone on ahead a little bit and had stopped at an ornate door, his black eyes locked to hers. "Is… um… is this his room?" She asked nervously.
"Yes it is," Raditz replied, only to stop and focus on the slightly shorter warrior when he asked him something in their native language. "Broly would like to know if you're hungry," he finally stated in Solarian once he'd said something to Broly that sounded comforting. "Just nod and make him happy, ok? He's trying to provide for you."
"Oh… um… I'm not very hungry, but I guess…" A little eye roll from Raditz shut her up and she just finished her statement with a nod. "Yes, thank you," she whispered.
"Ra'dir, k'sha. P'ue m'yo," Broly answered, his voice soft and monotone as he opened the door and gestured for her to enter. "Buh'tir?" He added when she hesitated.
"He's inviting you into his room, woman," Raditz sighed. "And very politely, at that."
"She's nervous, Broly, forgive her," Bardock's oldest son added in Saiyan once Usagi had squeezed past Broly quickly and into the room.
"She's terrified," he replied evenly. "Why is the king giving me a woman who's scared shitless of me? Did I do something wrong? Am I being punished? I don't want a mate that's afraid of me, Raditz."
"The king isn't punishing you, Broly," Raditz snorted, glad that the Legendary wasn't furious. Up until that moment, he hadn't been totally sure what Broly's thoughts had been—hell, no one did unless the kid voiced them. "The princess implied that she'd expected to be gang raped once she arrived, and it pissed the king off."
"Oh…" Raditz didn't miss the sadness in his friend's eyes when Broly sighed, his shoulders drooping a bit. "So I'm to be the punishment, then."
Oh gods this is going to be such a long, private talk with Vegeta… and it's going to get loud. I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from screaming at that stupid, arrogant jackass for this.
"Kio says that he'll send the king to Hell in a handbasket if he expects us to prove her assumptions correct," Broly said blandly as he just watched the princess fidget against the far wall nervously. "He says that he'll use Vegeta's blood as fingerpaint and he'll draw a picture on the throne room floor with it. He also says that she's very pretty, and if the king only meant to give me a mate that will grow to accept me, then he appreciates the gift." Finally turning his gaze to Raditz, he lifted a brow. "His Majesty wasn't asking me to hurt her, was he?"
The flecks of green in Broly's eyes only tacked even more onto the list of things he was going to scream at Vegeta, but Raditz didn't let his ire towards the king show as he rolled his eyes and snorted. "Kio, don't be stupid. I'm sure the king intended to give her to the fiercest of us just to teach her that even the Legendary Super Saiyan would never harm his mate. Now… if I were you, I'd go on in there and lay on the fucking charm," he added with a little grin and a nudge. "Oh, and her people like to kiss each other on the mouths. Try that for starters and remember to be gentle, ok?"
"Ki level as low as I can manage, and… wait, do her people kiss like we do?" He inquired innocently. "Because I'd like to do that. She smells nice."
"Hey, if she'll let you, I say go for it," Raditz chuckled. "Kio's going to be patient with her, right?" He added hopefully. "I'll bet my hair that she's a virgin too. I told you that it hurts for women their first time, didn't I?"
Broly processed that for a moment before nodding. "Kio says that you said to use your fingers and a lot of kisses to get a woman ready to mate. Will that be enough to make it hurt less?"
With a quick, brotherly hug, Raditz nodded into his hair before slapping him on the back approvingly. "Good to know that someone actually fucking listens to me," he joked. "Now go on in and see if you can't convince her to go to bed with you. I'll have food left in the sitting room for you, buddy."
Serenity didn't know what to say, do or think when a shadow suddenly loomed over her and she looked up to find the subject of billions of Lunarian and human nightmares just staring at her, his face an empty mask. So she just swallowed and fought down a scream when he closed the gap and bent his face to hers, claiming her lips.
That first kiss was a bit sloppy, and while a small part of the moon princess appreciated his effort, she was too busy grasping at her gown to keep it from falling any further when he suddenly slid it down her shoulders, exposing her from the waist up. Up until that point, Serenity had steeled her nerves in an effort to just take whatever came with as much courage and grace as possible, but being bared like that and the sight of him discarding his own clothing made her lose what little composure she had left.
"Please don't," she whimpered as she began to weep openly, her hands trying in vain to cover her breasts and hold her dress up simultaneously. "Please, I'm sorry, I know I promised, but please don't hurt me!"
Attempting to purr comfort for a female for the first time in his life, Broly immediately knelt before her when she crumbled to the floor in a sobbing heap. "Ah?" He asked in alarm. "M'eh ah au? K'sha m'yo, mah'ni… buh'tir, mah'ni, k'sha m'yo."
But she only continued to cry, and no matter how he tried to assuage her fear that he was going to harm her, she only seemed to cry harder whenever he spoke to her in Saiyan. Never mind that he actually had some semblance of emotion—albeit mostly panic—in his voice for the first time since he'd been a child.
Listening to his unstable beast—Hell, who else was there to listen to!?—Broly ignored the little princess's struggles when he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, only the set her down as carefully as possible at the head of it and scoot himself towards the foot. "Ve'ho?" He inquired helplessly when she only continued to sob. "Buh'tir hi'nah? Tapa'or heu… r'et m'eh?"
Thankfully for Serenity, Broly was extremely patient and just bided his time there at the end of the bed until she finally stopped soaking the pillows with her tears a half hour later. And when she looked up to partial surprise to find herself in a bed—she remembered being moved but it had seemed so surreal—she could only stare at the giant, naked warrior sitting on the other end, his knees tucked to his chest, his arms resting on them comfortably, and his chin perched right on top. "Um… thank you," she managed in the barest of whispers as she looked for her dress, only to find it on the floor by the wall.
Cheeks burning like a sunset, the princess shucked back the top cover and immediately wrapped herself up in it, surprised to find that Broly hadn't moved an inch in the meantime. He was still simply watching her, his black eyes seemingly curious. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little stronger. "Thank you for not just taking me, Broly." He perked up at the sound of his voice, and even though he'd been quite the unexpected gentleman so far, Serenity could only tremble as he unwound himself from around his knees and came over to sit in front of her.
"K'sha'or?" He rumbled, his eyes hopeful as his beast began to purr seductively for the first time in his life. When she just stared at him blankly, Broly sighed, counting his blessings as he focused on her lovely hair and lifted a thick streamer to his nose. At least she wasn't screaming or crying, and so far she seemed ok with his beast getting a whiff of the sweet scent she was emitting. But the moment he cupped her face in a calloused hand, a few fresh tears slipped free of those accusing blue eyes, and the Legendary warrior visibly wilted. "Ve'ho, m'eh f'ri ah au. J'ha nava m'yo. Au k'sha m'yo, ve'ho. Ge f'ri ah k'sha."
"I don't understand you," she finally replied, her voice soft and shaky as she dared to look him in the eyes again. Despite his non-expressive face, Serenity was surprised to find that his eyes were kind and almost gentle, and when he cupped her face again and began to trace her tear tracks as if he'd never seen tears before, she managed to only flinch a little bit.
Screwing up his face a bit as he thought, Broly managed to recall what little Solarian he had command of and worked his tongue around a word awkwardly as if he was chewing a giant wad of gum. "Joo?" He asked, touching her cheek once more. When she was silent, he studied her thoughtfully before touching his chest. Perhaps she didn't realize he was trying to speak in her language. "M'eh Broly. Joo?" He asked again, the touch to her face more like a caress as he wiped at another tear.
"Oh," she squeaked in genuine surprise. He'd said 'you!' "Usagi," she said without thinking about her formal name. "Muh-ay Usagi."
"M'eh," Broly corrected.
Was that a little smile on his face, or was she seeing things? "Muh eh."
"En'go," he snorted as he dared to scoot a little bit closer. "Joo Osa'ge. En. Osa'ge en k'sha ih Ki'po."
Wow, that definitely was a smile playing on his lips, but those lips were drifting towards hers, and Usagi wasn't sure whether or not it would be in her best interests to stop him when he kissed her. At least this kiss wasn't sloppy like the last one had been, and she had to admit that the sound of his purr was actually kind of nice as he simply continued to press his mouth to hers without moving. The princess decided that she was ok with that; kissing was definitely fine by her, especially since she assumed he had the rights under Saiyan to law to do a lot more than just that to her whether she consented to it or not.
With that in mind, Serenity wondered if he'd ever kissed anyone before her and broke it for the briefest of moments, only to kiss him again. She wasn't keeping her mouth still, though, she was moving it over his gently and slowly, her eyes slipping shut when his purr hitched in momentary surprise, followed by a low, male groan of excitement. She only pulled back when he unexpectedly nipped at her lower lip, sending a shiver of pleasure through her in reaction, and her blue eyes were wide as he just observed her quietly, his black orbs half-lidded and smoky with desire. "Kiss," she whispered before pointing first to her lips, then to his.
"Kiss," Broly repeated hoarsely, unable to stop his beast from using his tail to tug at the blanket she was wrapped in. "Moar?" He asked hopefully, hoping he had the right word. "Kiss moar?"
It was only when the coverlet was stripped from her that Serenity realized what he was doing, and she trembled as he pulled her to him, half terrified of what was surely about to happen and half appreciative of the way his bare chest felt pressing to her breasts. But when she expected him to go further, he didn't; Broly only kissed her lips one more time despite the hard length pulsing against her stomach. "F'ri ah au, Osa'ge." he sighed, his eyes clearly telling her that he wished she could understand whatever it was he'd repeated countless times.
"I'm sorry," she whispered shakily, "I wish I could understand you, too, Broly."
Broly just huffed and kissed her a final time before using his tail to return the blanket to her, and he shucked back the rest of the covers and slid in, motioning for her to do the same and patting at her pillow. "M'kor," he urged. He wouldn't claim his mate while he could smell fear on her; his beast was even shaking its head mournfully at the very thought despite his desire for the curvy blonde, and they were in a rare state of agreeance. If she was afraid, they wouldn't mate her, no matter how badly they wanted her. But his beast still wanted… "Osa'ge?"
Only just settling under the covers, Usa focused her attention on the naked man lying only a couple feet away. "Yes?" His only response was to beckon her closer, and sensing no ill intent from him, she hesitantly scooted closer, squeaking in surprise at the feeling of his tail wrapping around her. And then his arms. And his legs.
A long, happy sigh filled the air as he buried his face in her hair and just held her, and Broly's purr conveyed his contentment when she gradually relaxed into the embrace. He couldn't have her because of her fear, but he could still hold her as if he'd just mated her, right?
Apparently it was, because he felt his little mate grow heavy against him after only ten or fifteen minutes, and Broly snuggled the hell out of her when he realized she'd actually trusted him enough to fall asleep in the embrace.
If she trusted him that much, maybe she would trust him enough to mate her in the morning.
Whew! I hate it when you can't find a good place to end a chapter and you just keep going! Hope yall liked it!
