So, I'm squirreled on this and a TxU thing, too, and I thought I'd go ahead and post some of this one. It's not gonna be horribly long; I've actually just about got the whole plotline fleshed out and whatnot… some backstory for you, though:
Queen Beryl NEVER HAPPENED. The Silver Millennium continued and everything, and all the ladies now rule their respective planets a couple thousand years later.
And on the DBZ side, Bardock has been blasted by Frieza, along with the rest of the planet Vegeta, but instead of winding up in the past… :D Well, you'll see. R&R people!
OH! The cover for this is a commission done yet again by BroDare on deviantart. He does some awesome shit, yall! CHECK HIM OUT!
Edit: Glossary is updated, too!
"Lightning blind, huh?" Makoto asked as she flicked the black bangs out of the unconscious warrior's eyes. "Fuck me, he should be dead after getting hit by that many fucking strikes. Even Jovians don't go into the Great Eye without proper protection."
"No doubt, Majesty, but here he lies, breathing steadily," the healer and her oldest friend said with a shrug that said he was just as answerless as she.
"Well, get the eyedrops, I guess. If I'm going to have to execute his ass, I may as well do it looking him in the eyes." Mako studied the warrior closely as she waited on the doctor, but the sound of a cabinet shutting forcefully told her what was wrong before the doc's voice even did.
"We're out. Damn it."
"Didn't I just procure a whole bottle of silver tears last year?" She asked curiously. "That should have been more than enough for a couple dozen people, Toki."
Motoki snorted at that, unable to stop the laugh that followed. "Apparently you've forgotten about the spar six months ago that laid seven Jovian warriors low, all of them lightning blind from your thunder dragon. And then last week, I had a dozen young idiots that had decided to surf the Eye with minimal protection. Other than that, just your usual accidents."
"Well, then," she sighed, pulling out her communicator, "guess I'll give my sister a call and tell the bitch to cry." She laughed a little at that before dialing the queen of the moon. "And if that doesn't work, I'll call Rei; she can always make Serenity cry with little to no effort."
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The queen of Jupiter was reading as she sat at the unknown warrior's bedside when he finally stirred, and she instantly moved to place a hand on his arm when he struggled at the bonds at his wrists and ankles. Panic filled his face the moment he opened his eyes, and Mako actually felt a wash of sympathy go through her the very second she saw him realize that he was blind. Enemy or not, she couldn't help it; the man was clearly freaking out as he continued to struggle. "Shh," she soothed, running her fingertips over his forehead. "I'm not going to hurt you, honey."
As if he knew it was a lie, he only fought harder, and Makoto gasped when one of the straps on his wrists snapped and he swung at her. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice, here!" She grunted before doing the one thing she could do. Using her powers, her body was filled with the strength of Jupiter, and she pinned his arms beside his head as she fluidly moved to straddle him. She wasn't surprised when he really started to fight her, but she was patient and she grunted in approval when he finally went limp. "Much better. Now… what planet are you from, warrior, and why are you here?"
A response that was likely extremely vulgar met her ears in a foreign, guttural language, and Mako sighed. "Alright. Let's start simple. And if you move, I'm going to beat your ass," she warned as she carefully released his left hand and drew it up to her cheek. "Makoto."
A huff from the warrior and a shake of his head told her that he didn't understand, but since he was being good and wasn't fighting her, she showed a bit more trust and let go of his right hand to cup both of his against her cheeks. "Makoto," she repeated.
The warrior blinked blindly when he felt her tap his bare chest and ask something in that lilting, musical-sounding language so different from his own. Where in the hell had he landed!? And where was Frieza!? And most importantly, why in the blazing fucking hells wasn't he dead!? Oh dear gods… maybe he was dead… and this was Hell! And what had happened to his eyes!?
That thought had him panicking again, and he wrenched his hands from hers to feel his own face, pressing his eyelids and then gingerly touching the eyeballs themselves.
Mako sighed and couldn't stop herself from stroking his hair comfortingly when he immediately sagged with clear relief, lying back once more as he continued to reassure himself that his eyes were still there. "Yeah, you still look like a god," she chuckled, fairly sure at that point that he couldn't understand her.
Her words brought him out of his thoughts and he stared up at the inky black, concentrating on his other senses, listening and sniffing the air. He knew his captor was female just by her voice, but her scent… it was extremely pleasant and it had his tail swishing with interest. "Who are you?" He rumbled in his native language.
Hearing a question, Mako wasn't sure if she was answering it by taking his hand and pressing it between her breasts. "Makoto."
Her gentle intonation made Bardock relax as much as he was able, considering that he'd just woken to find out he was blind, bombarded by foreign smells and the sounds of an unknown language, and he went quiet as he continued to take in his surroundings through his remaining senses. As if the woman on top of him knew this, she seemed to relax as well and he was grateful for the quiet respite.
Eventually, he stirred once more, and it was to move the massive, calloused hand from between her breasts as he drew hers to rest over his heart. "Bardock," he rumbled, the word coming out in almost a growl.
"Bardock," Mako repeated gently, her free set of fingers caressing his jawline briefly.
The sound of his name in that beautiful voice made his beast purr, and he snorted in amusement when she immediately shifted at the feeling of him stirring beneath the sheet. "Well, that part of me seems to be working just fine," he mused aloud. "If I can get it up, maybe I'm not in Hell… shit, if I was in Hell, it'd be a randy man on top of me and not what smells like the most beautiful woman I've ever encountered."
Blushing to her toes, Mako tried not to move as she felt something warm and firm poke her inner thigh. "Ok, I'm sure that's just a perfectly natural reaction to having a woman on top of you and that you don't mean anything by it, but do me a favor and get your dick under control?"
Bardock didn't understand a word, but the breathless quality to her voice made his lips turn up in a smartass smirk and he couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips a single time just to make her gasp. "Hm… maybe it's Heaven, then? Since you aren't punching me or yelling or jumping off of me, I can only assume you're interested."
Frankly, the queen of Jupiter was only stunned into silence, but when she felt his hand at her lower back and he gave a slow, delicious grind right against her core, she blinked and leapt off of the bed, slapping his hand in annoyance. Never mind that her body was aching for more of that kind of attention; it had felt awfully good and it had been awhile since she'd taken a lover.
"That answers it, then. Not Heaven," Bardock chuckled, using his hands to feel for the edge of the bed and pull himself into a sitting position. His superior Saiyan senses were already adapting to his handicap, and he began using his tail as his eyes, his lids slipping shut as he felt everything around him with the extremely sensitive appendage.
Mako could only watch as he explored with that dexterous brown length while she tried to keep her eyes off another length that was very, very visible due to the sheet falling away and onto the floor. Damn. Ok, fine. Hot damn. And he's only at half-mast! A dirty little voice in the back of her mind pointed out.
She was broken out of her thoughts by the door opening and Toki walking in, only for him to look between the two of them and finally give her a confused look. "He's aroused… am I missing something?"
"Ugh… I had to restrain him and after he'd calmed down, having a woman on top of him did some perfectly natural things to him. I'm fine," she added when Motoki's mouth opened to ask the obvious question.
Mako was barely in time to shove the blonde out of the way when Bardock growled and moved with lightning speed towards the sound of the other male's voice, and this time he was pinned to the floor by the unnaturally strong queen, her elbow pressing into his throat. And her beautiful voice was now threatening, the words coming out of her mouth clearly a warning about what she would do to him if he tried that again.
Tone did a lot of talking right then, and Bardock finally nodded when it seemed that she was finished cussing him and ordering him to stay put. "Maaah-Koto."
"What!?" She snapped, clearly still pissed about his attempt to escape.
That's what it had been, anyway—through the change in air current, he could tell that the door had been left open, and while he wasn't sure how he would have escaped an unknown building without his eyesight, he was damned sure well going to try.
Mako sighed when the man beneath her asked something calmly, and she would have likely agreed to it had she been able to understand him. "I don't understand, Bardock."
He just sighed at that and shook his head, then pushed up to get his point across. He was mildly surprised that she moved, but he smirked in understanding when he heard the closing of the door in the room and the air currents shifted a little. So, this woman was fairly intelligent, it seemed. "My clothes would be nice," he mused aloud, despite the fact that she didn't understand his language. "Unless, of course, this is Heaven and you've changed your mind. You can kick out the other male, though… I don't like sharing."
"I have the distinct feeling that you're being a smartass," Mako snorted as she rolled her eyes and knelt beside him to help him up. "Come on, back to the bed," she ordered as she guided him to where she wanted him and helped him sit down, lifting a brow as she felt his tail briefly skim over her arm and then her face. Apparently that thing was acting as his eyes? Hm, that was kinda neat when she thought about it. "Now… we need to figure out some way to communicate," she thought aloud as he sat and she handed him the sheet.
Bardock smirked as he covered himself, smelling her slight arousal and sensing her minor increase in temperature as she handed him the sheet; apparently she was looking at what he had to offer. A fleeting thought of offering her some extremely pleasurable services in exchange for his freedom flitted through his mind and he chuckled out loud at such a ludicrous idea. "Maaah-Koto."
"What?" Mako jumped slightly when he reached out and found the hem of her shirt, then tugged at it before he pointed at himself. "Oh. You want clothes. Sure. Toki, would you grab them?"
"Yeah, they're in the next room." Motoki was careful to close the door behind him when he left, and when he returned he was relieved to see that Bardock hadn't moved from his seat on the bed. "Here," he offered, but when he came close enough to touch, Bardock bared his teeth and let out a feral growl.
"Well, he sure can communicate a threat or a warning without words," the healer pointed out.
"I've been watching him, and I think his sense of smell is way better than ours," Mako said as she held out her hand to take the bundle in her friend's hand. "I think he's wary of other males. Let me try. Bardock?" She asked softly as she approached.
"Maaah-Koto." Her assumption had been correct, he didn't want the male coming any closer to him, even though he was likely not a threat. But the woman… she smelled wonderful, and his beast had made it clear to him that he wouldn't allow her to be harmed. Even by himself.
"Makoto," she corrected lightly, trying her best not to giggle at the way he drew out the first syllable of her name.
Bardock just huffed at that and shrugged. "Koto," he supplied, and when he heard her let out a little laugh he managed a tiny smirk. He jumped a little when he unexpectedly felt a soft, feminine hand on his bare shoulder, but he allowed the contact and then felt something being placed in his lap. A brief inspection yielded his clothing and armor, and he gave her a brief nod of gratitude before shucking off the sheet and yanking on his pants. "Much better."
Mako watched curiously as he donned his armor, clearly not needing to see as he fastened the straps. Then he put on what looked like ankle and wrist warmers, all in crimson, then his boots. But when he found nothing else in the little pile of clothing, he looked extremely troubled. "What's wrong, Bardock?"
Immediately, he pointed to his forehead, then tugged at one of his wristbands, then pointed at his forehead again, his voice sounding urgent as he answered her question in that guttural tongue. "Toki, did he have a hat or something? Whatever's missing is really bothering him."
"There was some sort of sweatband, but when we were testing all of that really durable clothing, tests showed that it was soaked in blood." Motoki shrugged a little when Mako shot him a look and the warrior on the bed seemed to be becoming increasingly distressed, pointing repeatedly to his forehead as he repeated the same phrase over and over. "I um… I threw it out," he muttered.
"Did you empty the trash!?" Mako snapped, unsure as to why she was becoming as agitated as Bardock. Damn it, the man looked like he was ready to cry! "Bardock," she said quickly, taking his hand in hers. "You stay put," she ordered, followed by a grasping of his shoulders and a slight pressing down of her hands. He seemed to get it and he nodded, and she immediately left the room to dig around in Motoki's lab trashcan.
When she returned with the bright red piece of cloth in hand and pressed it into Bardock's fingers, the sight of him sagging in relief made her smile. "Better?" Clearly it was all better when he sniffed it, confirming that it was his, and then tied it about his forehead.
"D'in m'yo, Koto," he rumbled as he placed a hand over his heart and briefly bowed his head in her direction.
The gesture added with the words told her that he was saying thank you, and she patted him on the shoulder. "You're welcome, Bardock." Looking to Motoki, she sighed. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, I just… there's something about him. That's the only way I can explain it. You wouldn't happen to have a clue what he's saying, would you? Have you even heard this language before?"
"It's ok, Mako… and no, I haven't. I would call up Ami and ask her; surely the Mercurian archives could tell us something. I already ran his armor and clothing makeup through their open database, but it came up with nothing."
Whipping out her communicator, the queen of Jupiter dialed the queen of Mercury and gave her a smile. "Heya, Ami-chan. Need your help with an unknown language."
More than happy to be of assistance, the blue-haired sovereign pulled out her computer as she asked what was going on and her sister filled her in. Finally, she had loaded a program that had just about every known language, dead or active, onto her computer. "Just make him talk and I'm sure the computer will tell me something."
"Bardock?" Mako asked, smiling when his head swiveled in her direction. Hm, she could ask him to talk, but he wouldn't understand. So how…?
He jumped when she felt a tap to his forehead, followed by what was likely a question, and frowned deeply. "Are you asking me about my headband, woman?"
That last word had sounded like he was shushing her, and Mako lifted a brow. "Did you just tell me to shhh?" She asked incredulously.
"Keep him talking, Mako, the computer says that it needs more words," Ami informed her.
The tap came to his forehead again, and Bardock sighed. "Why are you asking me about my headband when we can't even understand each other? Gods damn it, woman, I'd bother telling you if it wouldn't be a complete waste of my breath!" One more tap made him growl, and he rolled his eyes and sighed. "It was worn by my friend Toma and it's soaked in his blood, so I wear it wherever I go so he and my crew will be with me in spirit. Are you happy now, Koto?" Apparently she was; Bardock's mouth was open to yell at her some more, but it snapped shut when he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. "The hell was that for?" He mumbled.
"Got it! It's a dead language, Mako. Something called 'Saiyan.' Honestly, the computer only has a handful of words on file, which it identified from his speech. 'Sh' means 'woman.' He was addressing you, not hushing you."
At the sound of the word 'Saiyan,' Bardock perked up and was listening intently to the sound of this other woman's voice, which he had ignored up until then. He couldn't smell her, so clearly she wasn't really in the room and wasn't worth his time. But now that he knew that she knew what he was, he was reaching out for the scouter, his fingertips tracing Makoto's face, only to find it bare. "Where's your scouter, woman?"
"I think he's asking for your communicator, Mako," Ami supplied. "The computer gave me the word for phone, and again, the word for woman."
"Trust me, I heard the 'sh' part that time." Gingerly placing it in Bardock's hand, Mako waited for him to say something… and she didn't have to wait long. He was talking quickly, his voice urgent, but Ami's computer was only translating every ten words, making the genius shake her head on the other end of the line. "
"I got 'kill, dead, death…' Wow, they have way more than a couple words for kill," Ami informed her. "Apparently the way he said it, it meant 'genocide.'"
Genocide…? And Ami had said it was a dead language, too. But then how…? "Ami, how long has it been since Saiyan was even used?"
"Hm… let's see… the planet Vegeta-sai exploded over ten thousand years ago."
"Vegeta-sai," Bardock grunted at the voice on what he was beginning to think of as a handheld scouter. "P'eu m'yo."
"He said 'my home.' The computer got that one." Ami pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose as she studied the limited amounts of words on it. After a full minute she spoke. "Ge…"
That was all it took to get Bardock talking again. "G'in, m'eh ge."
"Yes. I warrior," the computer spoke on Ami's end of the line.
"Ami-chan, set the damned thing up to translate both ways?" Mako suggested with a teasing chuckle. "Common sense, sugar."
"Argh… you're right, of course. There. Talk, and we'll see what the computer can translate into Saiyan."
Bardock turned towards the sound of Makoto's voice when he suddenly heard her talking, her voice aimed at him, but he shook his head until he heard the computer on the other end of the handheld scouter. Clearly, they were attempting to talk to him through it. "Wait," he grunted, holding up a hand in the universal sign to stop. "Slow down."
Apparently that had worked, and he listened intently to the translator, which was only giving him a few words. "Where… how… you… genocide… land…" Ok, she was likely asking him how he came to be… wherever he was.
Mako closed her mouth when he motioned for her to stop again and waited patiently as the computer continued to try and translate her long line of questions. And then Bardock was talking, but his answer was short, and the computer's was even shorter. "Killed… dead… genocide… … … here."
Sighing, Mako shook her head. "I don't understand."
"No understand," the computer said in its monotonous voice.
Bardock sighed at that and reverted to pantomime, pointing at himself, then closing his fist in front of him, shaking it, then opening it violently to mimic what an explosion looked like. Then he pointed at himself again and repeated the action.
"You died?" The computer asked.
A quick nod and a sigh from Bardock had Mako confused. "So… you're telling me that there was an explosion, and you died. And it blasted you ten thousand years into the future?"
"Explosion… you died… blast… ten thousand years… future?"
Bardock's eyes went wide at that and he shook his head, wishing to the gods that he could just fucking see. Was this woman insane!? "You are telling me that I'm ten thousand years in the future?"
"You say… I am ten thousand years… future?"
"Yes. Vegeta-sai… gone… ten thousand years."
Mako couldn't stop herself from taking his hand and squeezing it comfortingly when it looked like he was going to cry, and she gradually drew it to her face and nodded slowly, unable to speak the affirmation aloud. "I'm sorry, Bardock." When she heard the computer translate, she repeated the words it had said. "Mah'ni, Bardock."
They all heard Bardock rumble something, but when the computer didn't translate and only answered his question, they surmised that he was speaking directly to it. "Command not understood." It repeated it in Saiyan, and Bardock grunted, not surprised.
"Computer," he ordered, "define 'Frieza.'"
That, the computer could do. "Frieza… warlord… dead. Defeated in year seven-eight-six…Son Goku… Saiyan name, Kakarot. Killed three years later… Trunks, son… Vegeta."
Bardock closed his eyes at that and sighed, unable to stop his lips from twitching up in a somewhat satisfied smirk. So, his son had defeated Frieza. The runt, the one that was only of average power level and would have likely amounted to nothing, had apparently become a great warrior. And then their prince's br'at had finished the job three years later. Good. It was fitting that Frieza had met his end at the hands of Saiyan warriors.
Seeing a fraction of peace coming over him, Mako smiled a little and listened to Ami explain everything that the computer had told him. Oh, so his son had killed the man that had destroyed his people? No wonder he looked slightly satisfied. "Ami-chan, do you think you can look up everything possible on the Saiyan race and Vegeta-sai and send it over to my computer? Maybe that translator thingy, too?"
Ami chuckled. "It's not a 'thingy,' Mako-chan. It's a highly sophisticated program, capable of translating even thousands of years old dead languages… if you hadn't noticed. "
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, it's a computer thingy that goes beep boop and does whatever you tell it to. Just send it over?" Mako asked with a whine. Gods, she hated it when Mercury started to get technical with her!
"Shall I add a processor that attempts to fill in unknown vernacular?" Ami asked with a smug little smile, knowing she was getting on her brawnier sister's nerves. Judging by the twitch in Mako's eyebrow, it was working. "The thingy will try and learn the rest of his language when he talks, and then the thingy will talk back," she added in a slow voice meant only for stupid people.
"Ami-chan, if you weren't billions of miles away, I would totally fucking thunder dragon your ass right now," she mumbled.
"I'll take that as a yes," Ami replied sweetly. "Sent… and I love you too, Mako-chan."
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It wasn't until an hour later as Makoto tried to reason with her stupid computer that she realized she hadn't offered Bardock anything to eat. "Gods, I'm such an impolite bitch," she sighed. "Bardock?"
Lying back on his bed, he just grunted and looked over, broken out of his thoughts about Frieza and the son he'd seen only once. "Koto."
She set the computer aside, knowing there was nothing she could do for it while it updated over a thousand years' worth of programming, and she sat on the edge of his bed to pat his stomach. "Eat?"
Bardock understood that and pantomimed putting food in his mouth to confirm her meaning. "Ad. G'in."
"Ad is eat?"
"G'in," Bardock replied, using his hands to guide him into a sitting position. That put him so close to her that their legs were pressing together, and he couldn't help but lean forward and use his nose to answer questions he couldn't otherwise ask.
Mako yelped, but was held gently in place by his hands and tail when she tried to jump up. "Bardock! Bardock, what are you doing!?"
"Kot'tor," he chuckled, amused by her reaction. On Vegeta-sai, blind warriors were allowed the liberty of physical contact such as this in order to 'see' what and who they were dealing with, but he knew that Koto didn't know that. "Just seeing you, woman. Hold still."
A reassuring pat to her back made her hold still, but she shivered when she felt his nose at her throat and it slid over her carotid artery. What in the hell was he doing? His body language said that whatever this was was perfectly platonic, but the feeling of him sliding his nose over her skin felt anything but.
His sense of smell was telling him a lot about her; she was slightly aroused by what he was doing, but that was understandable. The one thing that confused him, though, was the utter lack of a male's scent on such a strong woman. Hell, she'd managed to subdue a Saiyan warrior all on her own… how was such a prize of a female not mated!? Heh… maybe she was so damned strong that she'd managed to fight off any and all suitors and didn't want to be mated or bred. Well, good for her if that was the case. Few females were ever that strong.
Next was her face, and Bardock was careful and slow so as not to spook her when he moved his fingers up to her jawline and began to explore. He felt her relax at that; apparently this part was a common practice for the blind among her people. He managed not to lick his lips when his fingertips painted a picture of her in his mind: strong jaw, soft skin, large eyes and full lips… what he saw in his head was likely the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Further exploration found a pair of what seemed to be flower-shaped earrings in her lobes, and long, soft, thick hair tied back with some sort of decorative ornament. He tugged that out of her hair and ignored her huff of annoyance at the action, then sniffed the ornament before handing it to her. He then drew a handful of her hair to his nose and gave it a sniff. Again, he found only her scent, and no traces of a male or brats on her. Just her and the sweet-smelling soap she used to wash with.
When he grunted and gave her a nod, Mako tied her hair back again and couldn't stop herself from giggling. "So… do I pass?" She asked wryly.
"Ad," Bardock replied simply since he couldn't understand her. He took her hand when she offered it, and slowly followed her through the door, shuffling his boots uncertainly behind her as he tried to find any obstacles that might trip him up.
Seeing this, Makoto stopped and stood at his side instead of in front of him, and wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping her other hand linked with his. "Sorry, Bardock. I didn't think. We'll go slow."
Bardock just grunted, guessing from her tone that she was apologizing, and forced himself to fully trust that she wouldn't run him into anything as she slowly guided him out the door. He then heard her unlock something, followed by the sound of metal sliding on tracks, and realized that he'd been locked up in a jail cell this entire time. Damn, if these people's jails weren't a hell of a lot cleaner than Vegeta-sai's! He'd thought himself in a medical ward that entire time!
Listening and sniffing the air as she guided him through hallways and down a short flight of stairs, Bardock took it all in and only perked up when he smelled food from several rooms over. "Koto, ad?" His belly seconded that question and rumbled loudly, and he couldn't stop his lips from twitching when he his ears were graced with the most beautiful, musical laughter he'd ever heard. Damn, it really was amazing that she hadn't been claimed by a male, yet.
"Yes, yes. Ad. Come on, Bardock," Mako giggled, leading him to a seat in the main palace kitchen. She followed up by lightly pressing on his shoulders in a signal for him to stay put, and when he nodded she went and grabbed a plate from near the stove. It looked like it was her supper, so she knew she likely wasn't filching someone else's, and she placed it in front of him and a set of chopsticks in his hand.
Bardock studied the curious wooden sticks in his hand, gave them a sniff, then set them down before he used his fingers to find something edible and stick it in his mouth. Ugh… it was roughage! He chewed and swallowed, but made a face and dipped his head to give it all a long sniff. There it was! Meat!
"Just like a little kid," Mako mused as she tried to withhold her laughter at the sight of him sniffing, eating meat, then sniffing again to assure himself that he wasn't putting another vegetable in his mouth. Within moments, he'd cleaned the plate of all meat and some of the potatoes that had been on there, then set down the plate with a little huff that sounded like disappointment. Huh… maybe he was still hungry? "Ad?" Mako asked softly.
"Buh'tir. Ad v'nu fa'i."
"No clue what you said Bardock, but I'll see what I can find," she chuckled, giving him her nonverbal cue to stay where he was. She rummaged in the fridge then and found a fully cooked ham, and went about slicing up enough for a full meal before she put it in the microwave.
Bardock was practically drooling at the scent of the meat when she sat it in front of him, but he yanked back his hand when he found it too hot for consumption.
"Oh sorry, hang on," Mako said, cutting him a smaller piece and blowing on it for him before she held it to his lips with the chopsticks. "Eat." She tried not to giggle again when his tongue slipped out to test the temperature first, and once he was sure it was fine, he devoured the offering and grunted in approval. "V'nu."
"More?" She guessed aloud. "Sure, hang on." Mako found his mouth open and waiting when she looked up, and she couldn't help but laugh at the eager face he was making.
Bardock chuckled as well, sure that he was quite the sight, but then opened his mouth again and made the universal "Aaaaah" noise. He only closed it when she shoved in a good portion of meat, and he purred happily as he chewed it, ignoring his beast when it reminded him that only mates fed each other. Shut up, he thought. I'm blind and she's just helping me. Never mind that she's the best thing I've ever smelled. He took another bite when she offered it, letting her guide it into his mouth, but after that he waved away her hand. His beast was being too insistent on mating her just because he was letting her feed him, but he hoped he wasn't offending her by his refusal.
"Oh, you want to feed yourself. Sure," Mako said lightly, handing him the chopsticks. She wasn't surprised when he used them as a spear and stabbed a slice of meat, but she kept the urge to giggle down. Clearly, his people used a different utensil to eat with.
She kept quiet while he stuffed his face, just studying him curiously. The main point of her study was the fuzzy brown appendage squishing around, brushing over various things now and then, clearly giving him information about his surroundings since he couldn't use his eyes to do so. Huh… it really was a dexterous, sensitive thing, wasn't it?
Bardock dropped the chopsticks and made a very un-Saiyan squeak when the feed of information from his tail to his brain suddenly stopped and he felt nothing but raw pleasure coursing through his body, overloading his heightened senses, making his beast purr and growl at the same time. "K—K—Koto…!?" He managed in a strangled voice when he felt a soft hand fluff through the fur, flashing spots behind his cloudy eyes.
"Huh… what's wrong Bardock?" She asked absently as she studied his tail closely with her fingertips, noting the abundant vertebrae beneath the skin. Wow, this thing was super flexible, if the way it was wriggling in her hands was any indicator. It was then that she noticed the loud purr and the heavy, choked panting coming from the man sitting beside her, and she immediately released his tail at the sight of the massive tent in his pants. "Oh damn!" She squeaked. "Apparently it's an erogenous zone, too… sorry! I didn't know!"
Leaving furrows in the table from the grip of his hands, Bardock trembled and wrapped his tail tightly about his waist, trying like hell to get a handle on his inner beast and the urge it was impressing upon him to fuck Makoto into the floor. "Woman, you're lucky as hell that I know you didn't have a clue what you were doing," he ground out.
His cloudy eyes met hers then, and she swallowed nervously when he growled at her in what was either anger or lust… or both, pointing at his tail and barking out something she didn't understand. "I'm sorry!" She said quickly. "I swear, I didn't know! I won't touch it again!"
He didn't know the words, but her tone conveyed her apologies and he nodded as he slipped his hands between his legs to adjust his aching cock. "Damn it, woman. It's fine," he added with a dismissive wave of his hand when he heard her apologizing yet again. "Not the first time a curious alien woman fucked with my tail."
Mako sat quietly after that, embarrassed by her faux pas, and only moved to get him another plate of meat whenever he requested it. Damn if he couldn't eat a lot of food in one sitting! He'd eaten a whole ham on his own, along with five pounds of potatoes, which Mako fried up herself just for him. She'd been pleased with his reaction to them; he must have liked them a lot with the way he'd asked for seconds… and thirds… and fourths.
But Bardock finally leaned back and yawned a little, and Mako smiled at the sight when he began to purr softly in contentment. He must have been full and sleepy. "Want me to find you a bed to crash in?" She giggled.
Bardock put his hands together flat and motioned like he was lying his head on them, and when he heard her confirm his pantomime, he took her arm and let her lead him down several sets of corridors while his tail swooshed in front of them, letting him 'see' his surroundings. That was when he smelled the male from before, and he grunted when he heard him asking something.
"Bardock, this is Motoki. Toki," she repeated, placing the Saiyan's hand on Toki's chest.
With some pointing and a raising of his eyebrows, Bardock asked through gestures where she was going. He'd much rather have her guiding him than some male he was barely acquainted with; at least his beast trusted her. He wasn't sure why that was, but he wasn't about to question his primal side's instincts since it had never once been wrong about someone's scent. "Koto?" He asked again.
She smiled patiently and took his hands in hers, making the sleeping gesture with them and her own face, and when he sighed and nodded, she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Toki will take good care of you, Bardock."
"I'll show him to the male guest quarters two floors down," the blonde informed her. "I'll make sure he's close to my own room."
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Waking blind, Bardock took a moment to adjust and forced himself not to panic, reminding himself that he'd been hit by lightning several times upon his arrival and that he was just going to have to get used to it. Once that was out of the way, he wondered what had woken him, then realized he hadn't taken a piss since he'd woken.
Sure, he was Saiyan and could hold his water for a long time, but even he had his limits. "Damn it, where are my clothes?" He muttered as he used his tail to sweep along the floor. Unable to find them, he gave up and started to search the room for a door, but when he found it, the scents beyond it told him he was in the corridor that led to his room. "Shit. Where's the pisser?"
He went back in his room and growled when he didn't find any other doors except for a closet. Apparently he didn't have a private bathroom, and that little bastard Toki hadn't showed him where it was located. Whether it was an oversight or done on purpose, he didn't know, though. Likely the former. "Ok, fine. I'll find it on my own."
After thirty minutes of wandering in the nude and finding only locked doors, Bardock's head perked up when he caught a sweet scent hanging faintly in the air. "Koto," he sighed in relief. "I'll find her, and then she can show me where the bathroom is."
He followed her scent to a door that wasn't locked, but found himself in a stairwell and muttered a few choice things about being blind as he used his tail to carefully feel out each step before he moved his feet. After checking the door on the next level up, he decided that the scent wasn't in that hallway and continued up another floor, grinning in triumph when her smell got stronger. "Heh. See, I'm not fucking helpless," he whispered to himself. "I found her all on my own."
Bardock opened the door and for a moment just took in her soothing scent, but when he was suddenly barked at in Solarian and his nose was bombarded with a strange male's scent, he growled and formed a ki ball in his hand out of pure instinct. "Back off," he warned in Saiyan, letting his tail guide him past whomever it was that was blocking his path.
He was trying to keep his temper and was doing an admirable job of it until he smelled a group of males surrounding him, and the combination of the smells and the aggressive hormones in the air made him lash out with his ki, sending them flying in every direction as they yelled words he couldn't understand.
He trembled when his tail brushed against several legs, telling him that there were more unknown people around him, and the hostile scents grew so strong that they were all he could smell; they were completely blocking out any sense of direction he'd had, along with the scent of the woman he was trying like hell to find.
"Koto!" He yelled as he was surrounded once more, his panic rising when someone suddenly grabbed him by the arm and shoved him roughly against a wall, the angle pinching his tail painfully. He was losing his balance then, his arms flailing blindly in a quest for direction when he was yanked to the side and punched in the stomach. "Maaah-Koto!" He yelled loudly, praying that he was close to her as he let his beast take over a bit and flare his ki high enough to burn anyone touching him.
A yell and more hands had him fighting and using the air currents to guide him, but without his sight he couldn't keep it up for long without using more of his ki, and if he did that, he ran the risk of bringing the entire building down on top of him since he couldn't see to direct it.
Finally, he was tackled to the floor, and he fought and swung wildly when four hands had him pinned, one of them securing his tail to the carpet. That sent a real shiver of fear up his spine, and he bellowed the one word that might be understood as loudly as he possibly could. "Maaah-Koto!"
Heh, I thought that was a GREAT place to end it, and I'll try and get the next one up as soon as possible, but in the meantime, PLEASE R&R and tell me what you think?