Author's Notes (for part 2) : So I was talking to my Vegeta loving roommate about this fic and suddenly she's like "So Vegeta gets ass-raped?" O_o;; On that note I thought I'd add a warning! : For inappropriate and crude language in this fic. :D
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Part 2 -
I awake in exactly the same clearing that I passed out in. For a moment I just lay there, blinking up at the clear blue sky, then I sit up with a start.
"Good morning." A sleepy but familiar voice drawls out at me.
I turn my head and stare. Gohan sits several feet away from me and against a tree, a slightly amused look on his face.
I sneer at him. At the same time my mind fumbles for a memory or an explanation. Did he...? My mind draws a blank. I can't remember...
"Nothing happened between us Vegeta," Gohan says quickly, almost as if reading my mind. There is a vaguely disgusted look on his face, as if he'd been forced to eat something he didn't like. I take heart in that look for a moment... and then I glare.
"So you stayed out here all night..." My eyes narrow when he nods. "Why? Just for fun? Get your kicks out of watching me sleep?" My lip curls as I mock him.
Gohan blinks, then sighs deeply as he climbs to his feet. "Vegeta..." He begins, a warning note entering his voice. He doesn't want to argue or fight, I can tell.
Too bad for him. I'm on my feet in an instant, facing him. My hands clench into fists. At the last moment I decide not to provoke him. "Go HOME Gohan!" I snap instead. "Nobody asked you to stay. GO HOME." I turn abruptly, preparing to blast into the sky, and get away from him before he can question me further...
I would be so lucky. "Vegeta!" Gohan cries out, obviously guessing that I plan to escape. He is at my back with his hand on my shoulder before I can move.
I turn, growling warningly as I jerk my shoulder out of his grasp.
He frowns. "You at least owe me an explanation Vegeta." He states, sounding very serious.
I'm thankful for the renewed strength that sleep has brought me as I grasp the collar of his shirt and yank him down to eye level. "I owe you NOTHING." I spit out. Bodily I throw him away from myself and successfully take off into the sky.
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Gohan doesn't follow me. I make it to Capsule Corporation again without incident and touch down gently on the roof. Expanding my senses allows me to locate where exactly each and every member of my family is. Trunks is in the living room area a couple floors down. Bra is still sleeping. Bulma is in her personal lab far below the complex.
I smile. Good.
I want to know where they are before I go inside, because I look a mess. The last thing I need is for Bulma to find me and start questioning me on my appearance.
A half an hour later finds me in the shower, vigorously scrubbing at every available inch of my skin. Soon I grow tried of that and lean up against the back of the shower wall, and close my eyes as I relax and silently contemplate the horrible situation I've found myself in.
I had begun to feel the effects of heat myself a little more than a week earlier. The woman wasn't old enough yet to abstain, and I spent a few nights making her the happiest woman alive. Unfortunately, sleeping with the woman once or twice a day didn't do much to curb the itching, and I finally stopped in frustration. Her scent was different... it didn't change, and physically she wasn't able to experience heat... at least not in the Saiyan sense of the word.
I was unsatisfied without a Saiyan mate, and based on my own personal preference, one of the female gender. However there was only one full blooded Saiyan left anywhere, and not a female to speak of. And there was no way...
So I was frustrated. It was an old familiar feeling, one that I could cope with on my own. The minor effects of merely left me pacing the house... and other places, itching for something *anything* to do that would take my mind off of, well sex. When I wasn't trying to train, I roamed about the grounds.
My wandering around the yard alone one night brought me face to face with Kakarrot.
I remember the distinctive fear that filled me when I saw him. The man actually looked lost. I wasn't fooled, not by the bright smile he gave me, not by his wide innocent eyes, not by any of it. Kakarrot was in heat as well, I could smell him, clear as the light of day. Biology had worked against him and a thousand years of genetic conditioning had told his body that mating season was here without asking his lack of brains permission. It appeared that bump on the head and human upbringing or no... nothing can stall genetics and they were presently doing well to turn Kakarrot into a laughing stock.
Which didn't help me any, and I especially didn't find this very amusing. I barked out some randomized threats and told him to get the hell off of my property. He merely ignored me, lifting his face and *sniffing* the night air, an odd look on his face.
My face drained of all life as I realized exactly *what* he was scenting. And it *wasn't* me.
The joke was on me apparently. I sniffed the air and caught a whiff of that warm fresh scent that had Kakarrot so entranced. My first thought was shock... she couldn't possibly be of age yet. Then I realized that she was, and had probably been for at least a year. Shit. My thoughts rapidly turned to those of protection. She was half human, barely of age, and the daughter of a prince. There was no way in hell I was going to let him get anywhere near her.
I lowered myself into a defensive crouch, and I let out a long low growl. "If you want her Kakarrot, you're going to have to go through me first." I told him quietly.
For a moment he looked at me, blinking stupidly with his wide black eyes. I would have wondered if he actually understood me, if it weren't for the scent he was giving off... his body understood perfectly.
Then he did something that set my heart pounding... he smiled and lowered his chin. His eyes went dark... darker than I've ever seen them, cold and calculating like they usually do when he is faced with an enemy he has to work very hard to defeat. Only now, for the first time in quite a while that gaze was focused on me.
Needless to say, we relocated and fought. And I lost. As was only expected by me. That didn't mean I didn't try... I wanted nothing more but to knock that bastard out and go home to check on my daughter, on the irrational fear that she wasn't okay. But, unfortunately for me, I still haven't quite managed to become stronger than Kakarrot, even after a half a life time of training. It wasn't long before I was bleeding and bruised and prostate on the ground... barely able to move.
Kakarrot spared me nothing. He was a changed man... totally and completely. I knew what was to be next as I stared up at him, knew what he would do if he wished to... indulge. I almost *almost* wanted him to. Not because I was bitter and jaded and felt sorry for myself, or felt that it would be a fitting end to a defeat, as I might have done in years previous. It was because in doing so I would be protecting her as well. The only other full blooded saiyan on the planet would be less likely to fly off for my home and *my* family if this full blooded saiyan provided enough entertainment here and now.
Which still didn't stop me from being surprised as hell when he decided somewhere in that unfathomable mind of his to go through with it. I gained even more bruises then. My mind rejected the thought as completely repulsive and against everything that I was, which meant that Kakarrot had a fight on his hands.
A fight he, once again, won.
I frown to myself as I exit the shower, towel wrapped securely around my waist. My frown deepens as I reach the closet and stare at clothing that will just get ruined again come nightfall. Uttering a soft curse and a self-suffering sigh, I pull out a tank top and jeans, yanking the tight fitting earth-made clothing on.
I am barely finished that when I hear the voice of a young girl call out to me from the hall. "Daddy!" Bra exclaims, bursting though the door without warning and launching herself at me before I can offer up protest. Instead I grunt it out once she is in the middle of hugging me.
"Bra," I begin warningly. I'm not going to let on how much that hurt... I have more aches and bruises than I had previously thought.
She doesn't care. "I'm sorry we fought daddy," she says, smiling up at me winningly. I blink and grunt again, this time fondly, wondering if she wants something else of me. Sometimes she does and will often ask me to do things I loathe, like take her shopping, when she gives me hugs.
Apparently not today. Just as happy as can be, she lets me go and practically skips out of the room, disappearing down the hall.
I am unable to keep the grin off of my face. That is of course, until I hear Bulma's voice carry to the room that I am in from further down the hall. "Bra," She says a mild hint of exasperation to her voice. "Have you seen your father around here anywhere?"
I freeze.
"Yeah, he's in his room," Bra replies.
I am gone long before the woman arrives.
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I do not sleep. I cannot. Instead I pace around the grounds... out of reaching distance of the woman, craving something, anything to take my mind off of the night to come. I can barely eat. I can't spar, though I put myself in my training room and pretend to anyway. It's pathetic... I can only reach 10 G before my body threatens to give out. I've been far too hard on it, and I know this. I know that it's not going to be able to recover until heat is over and I am able to sleep and eat again. That still doesn't mean that I am not infuriated by the fact that I can not function.
I'm a coiled wreck, one that can only avoid his family and wait for the night to come. I'm pathetic.
Night does come and all too quickly. I stand on the roof and wait for the sun to fall, then wait longer in the darkness until I feel the swell of energy along the horizon, heading in my direction.
Kakarrot.
Here we go again. Nimbly I launch myself into the air.
I barely make it a couple of human miles away from my home when I feel another's ki flare against the horizon, from nearly the exact same place as the first. I balk for a moment, my eyes widening. I know whose ki that is.
Gohan.
Shit.
Suddenly I find it in me to fly a whole lot faster.
I am sweating and aching from exertion after nearly one complete lap around the earth. I can't fly any longer. I am no closer at loosing the Sons than I was when I was at my home.
Still I can not help but to shake my head in disbelief. I know well enough to fear Gohan, who is flying nearly directly on top of his father's ki. In my weakened and beaten state, I have no choice but to fear him. However yesterday...
I had hoped he was different from his display yesterday. He wasn't. Even as I reach out with my mind to sense him he was just as single-mindedly determined to catch me as his father.
Well fuck me.
Obviously. Where I land it is still light out, though the sun is sinking slowly below the horizon. It does not matter if it is light or dark where I land... Kakarrot's body has adjusted to the night of the place where he lives. His body does not care about the placement of the sun, just as his body does not care about the actual existence of the moon or not.
It is desert here, and the rapidly cooling sands shift beneath my feet. Trying to draw ragged gasps for breath under control, I clench my jaw and my fists. After a moment of being half bent over as I try to regain some of my lost energy back, I straighten by degrees. Finally I throw my head back so that I am standing tall and proud, and wait.
I do not have to wait long.
Kakarrot lands in front of me. He only looks at me for a moment before turning again. He is clearly agitated as he watches Gohan land as well, several feet away. I can tell by the way his shoulders hunch... by the way he carefully lowers himself into a fighting stance. He glances at me, briefly, then back again, as if wondering what to do.
He doesn't know yet. He'll get it in a second. I wait.
Gohan waits as well. The young adult's face is a picture of seriousness. He understands at least. Unfortunately I can scent him... as badly as I could last night. Though it may be controlled... now, I do not doubt he will loose that precious control when confronted with a heat driven fight... one he is going to get into if he chooses to stay here.
Kakarrot turns back to me suddenly. He blinks... then smiles his knowing smile. I fight to still the shiver that runs through me and glare back haughtily.
"Go home Gohan." Goku orders his son as he smirks at me. His voice is rough and husky and so much like the final voice I've heard on him all the nights before. I bare my teeth at him.
I see Gohan shake his head out of the corner of my eye. "I'm not going anywhere," He returns.
A trace breeze picks up, brushing against my already sensitive skin. I shiver again, despite myself, my keen eyes watching as Goku frowns and slowly turns back around to face his son.
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