20 thousand questions
By Yeneg Nameg Ne
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What happened? What could have caused her to loose control like she did? What made her willing to his actions?
For him it had been simple. He'd been in heat and he could smell she was too. He'd told her as much. And she hadn't run.
She wouldn't get pregnant or anything. Modern earth medicine would ensure that. Then again her bedmate wasn't exactly from earth. Oh Gods... It could already be to late but the realization that not even the a-fore mentioned gods would keep her safe if she tried to unmake it.
Vegeta would see to that.
The fresh blue satin sheets stretched and frumpled as they had since a few hours prior when they had first laid down together. The bedsprings contracted to bare their pressure much more easily on his side of the bed than hers.
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since she had begun to ask him questions. He'd ignored her until she told him her reason for requesting the data. That unless he shared his knowledge of the sayin's society and history, with his death would be the death of all knowledge of the great race and its workings. So he answered.
Almost every night, before she went to bed and he went to his final training session for the day, he would answer her questions from anywhere from a few minutes to a hour, depending on what she asked.
She asked him everything. Family structure, artistic standings in the people's opinions. Traditions, religions, social standings and relations, child rearing, technology, medicine, general manners- everything. As she expected most of the answers given to her revolved around battle and fighting. Then she asked him about courting and mating rituals. Well not in those words but there seemed to be no other way he understood it. After that things began to get strange.
He watched her. No, he watched constantly. And he didn't just stare, she was used to that. He looked at her trying to figure out what she was thinking, waiting.
He had spoken to her about the possessiveness a Saiyin felt to he's bed mate and as the days passed he seemed to keep hinting, keep reminding and echoing. She had tried to ignore him and even stopped with their question sessions which had done nothing but piss him off however she couldn't possible think why. He'd simmered for days until it had all boiled over the previous night.
The bed springs moved as she cuddled closer to him. She turned to face him, her eyes closed and sleep still reaching it's caress to lull her mind back to it's possession.
He immediately turned away, lying on his side with his back to her and with his motion forcing her into full consciousness. Looking blearily around she gasped after realizing where she was and quickly got off the bed. Grabbing her clothes quietly opened the door before belting out of his room and towards her own.
He listened to her door close and her muttering as she struggled to comprehend what had happened.
He returned to his musings and although he was slightly wounded by his new mate's reaction he knew that after the shock had passed she wouldn't behave that way again. Of that he was certain. Or rather of that he would make certain.
end.
This was insiprird by a picture that fanfiction.net (tho a really great site) refuses to fuck'in post!!!!!!
*sigh*
If you want to see it e-mail me at elocin_anirez@yahoo.co.za and I'll mail it to you.
I don't know who it's by or where it can be found. But whoever did the picture thanks and brilliant work.
Disclaimer.
What happened? What could have caused her to loose control like she did? What made her willing to his actions?
For him it had been simple. He'd been in heat and he could smell she was too. He'd told her as much. And she hadn't run.
She wouldn't get pregnant or anything. Modern earth medicine would ensure that. Then again her bedmate wasn't exactly from earth. Oh Gods... It could already be to late but the realization that not even the a-fore mentioned gods would keep her safe if she tried to unmake it.
Vegeta would see to that.
The fresh blue satin sheets stretched and frumpled as they had since a few hours prior when they had first laid down together. The bedsprings contracted to bare their pressure much more easily on his side of the bed than hers.
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since she had begun to ask him questions. He'd ignored her until she told him her reason for requesting the data. That unless he shared his knowledge of the sayin's society and history, with his death would be the death of all knowledge of the great race and its workings. So he answered.
Almost every night, before she went to bed and he went to his final training session for the day, he would answer her questions from anywhere from a few minutes to a hour, depending on what she asked.
She asked him everything. Family structure, artistic standings in the people's opinions. Traditions, religions, social standings and relations, child rearing, technology, medicine, general manners- everything. As she expected most of the answers given to her revolved around battle and fighting. Then she asked him about courting and mating rituals. Well not in those words but there seemed to be no other way he understood it. After that things began to get strange.
He watched her. No, he watched constantly. And he didn't just stare, she was used to that. He looked at her trying to figure out what she was thinking, waiting.
He had spoken to her about the possessiveness a Saiyin felt to he's bed mate and as the days passed he seemed to keep hinting, keep reminding and echoing. She had tried to ignore him and even stopped with their question sessions which had done nothing but piss him off however she couldn't possible think why. He'd simmered for days until it had all boiled over the previous night.
The bed springs moved as she cuddled closer to him. She turned to face him, her eyes closed and sleep still reaching it's caress to lull her mind back to it's possession.
He immediately turned away, lying on his side with his back to her and with his motion forcing her into full consciousness. Looking blearily around she gasped after realizing where she was and quickly got off the bed. Grabbing her clothes quietly opened the door before belting out of his room and towards her own.
He listened to her door close and her muttering as she struggled to comprehend what had happened.
He returned to his musings and although he was slightly wounded by his new mate's reaction he knew that after the shock had passed she wouldn't behave that way again. Of that he was certain. Or rather of that he would make certain.
end.
This was insiprird by a picture that fanfiction.net (tho a really great site) refuses to fuck'in post!!!!!!
*sigh*
If you want to see it e-mail me at elocin_anirez@yahoo.co.za and I'll mail it to you.
I don't know who it's by or where it can be found. But whoever did the picture thanks and brilliant work.