Ok, ok. It won't be a triple shot. But it'll be short. Like, 5-7 chapters or so. :P Now that I've got this whole idea for a longer plot and everything…

Usagi hadn't been so relaxed in months; it was simply amazing to her how Kakarot's presence totally washed away all of the stress from the last several months. Her mother was probably going to abdicate and Usagi couldn't blame her; why in the hell should she have to run one planet and help run another when her daughter was of age and more than capable of taking over for her?

Kakarot was also experiencing a level of calm that he hadn't felt in two years. Ever since he'd felt the pull for Usagi, he'd avoided her socially, seeing her only during formal functions and as her bodyguard. He still saw her almost every day, but it was always in a professional setting, and he'd made it clear to her over a decade ago that work was just that; he couldn't play or be her friend while he was guarding her. "Arm needs to be straighter," he mumbled, keeping an eye on her form during their warm-ups.

"Hm?"

He smiled at that, Usagi had always been so Saiyan during katas that it always put a grin on his face. Just like Vegeta and himself, she would space out and focus on whatever was bothering her while her body went through the motions of limbering up. "Here," he offered, moving in behind her to take her arms lightly in his hands, his body pressed tightly to hers.

Kakarot and Vegeta had taught her just like that years ago, and back then the bare heat of his chest pressing to her slightly sweaty skin hadn't mattered—but now it did, and Usagi felt herself flush with pleasure as he manipulated her arms, then her hands as he slid his fingers down to link with hers. "Two months without training at all is making you sloppy," he teased, allowing his beast to simply purr with pleasure from the contact with the woman it wanted. "Did Vegeta have to do this with you last time?"

"Hey, be nice!" She snorted. "And actually, no. We didn't do warm-ups. Vegeta brought me in here when I was having a particularly bad day and he let me use him as a punching bag. Of course, I didn't leave a damned scratch on him, but I appreciated the gesture."

"What had happened to put you in such an ill mood?" Kakarot wondered aloud. Usagi was very rarely ever angry; the woman simply had the temperament of kitten… unless someone in her family… or Broly… had set her off. "It was Broly, wasn't it?" He growled a little when she nodded and held her even tighter as his protective instincts started kicking in. "What did he do?"

Usagi blushed at that and shook her head. "I… it's embarrassing. Nothing awful, I assure you," she quickly added, knowing exactly what he would think if she didn't elaborate. "Trust me, if it had been, Geta would have been scraping him off of the bottom of his boot." She got quiet then, but when Kakarot grunted at her to continue, she sighed. "Still so bossy, aren't you?"

"Just tell me, Usa. If Vegeta didn't kill him, I probably won't." It would have been funny if it weren't true; there were a lot of things that would set Kakarot off as a potential mate to her that wouldn't necessarily set off her older brother.

When her tight-lipped silence only continued, Kakarot spun her around and glared down at her. "Tell me," he ordered firmly, "or I'll go track the rat bastard down myself and wring his neck."

Eyes widening a little in surprise, Usagi licked her suddenly dry lips and stared up at him. "He um… you know. Tried to kiss me. And it wasn't a friendly kiss, either," she added shyly, glancing down and away from him. "It's alright, though, I handled it. When he wouldn't let me go I slapped him in the face and that brought him around. No!" She said quickly, when he instantly released her and he headed for the door. "Kakarot, please! It's over, alright? Sweet goddess, it was a month ago!"

"He shouldn't have touched you in the first place," he snarled viciously, his eyes glowing red as he shifted back to level four. "And when you told him to stop he should have listened, Usagi. He needs to be taught a fucking lesson."

Sighing dejectedly, the princess simply crossed the gravity room to hug him tightly. "Please, Kakarot. I was having such a good time. I was finally relaxing for the first time in weeks, and I'd rather you stay and keep me company. I've missed you," she whispered. "You never have time for me anymore." Usagi knew she'd hit a major sore spot when she felt his emotional pain through her empathic powers and nuzzled her face into his chest. "I know you have your duties, Kakarot. I'm not mad at you… hell, I don't think I could ever be mad at you."

Damn it. He couldn't spend time with her anymore, not with his beast raging against its barriers whenever he so much as smelled her. But not being around him made her sad, and Kakarot wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. Maybe… "Usa… do you want Broly? Would he make you happy?"

Such a question shocked her to the core and she just gaped at him like he'd grown a second tail. "Are you nuts!?" She finally exclaimed. "He's fine as a person and I wouldn't mind being his friend, but as a potential husband he's downright awful! There's not even any chemistry there for me; when he kissed me it was like kissing my brother!" Usagi made a disgusted face at that and gagged a little. "Shit, Kakarot… I think kissing Geta would have been better than that. Ew. Just… ew."

That was when Kakarot's beast slipped the leash unnoticed for a moment and asked the question that had been burning in the Saiyan's mind. "Well, who do you want, then?"

Caught between a desperate need to finally tell him how deeply in love with him she was, and the desire to lie through her teeth, Usagi just blushed and looked away again, suddenly very aware of the quiet vibration of his purr and the way he was holding her tightly to him.

"Well? You can tell me, Usa, I won't run off and tell your brother or anything." Shut up shut up shut up! He chanted loudly in his own head, pounding down on his inner Saiyan and throwing it back in its cage. BEHAVE, damn it!

During the several second span it took to get his beast under control, Usagi's face had gotten a lot closer to his and he could feel her using his solid frame for balance as she stood on her tiptoes. Oh, fuck.

His beast flew right back out of the cage the moment he felt her breath on his chin, and before he could stop himself he was closing the gap and pressing his lips to hers. He groaned when her fingers tangled in his long black hair and pulled him down to bring him closer, and Kakarot couldn't help himself when he felt her tongue sliding over his lower lip, begging entrance. "Usa…"

Damn it, his lips were even softer and tasted sweeter than she'd ever imagined in the late night dreams that usually woke her, sweaty and panting and wishing she could just track him down to finish the job. "You," she whispered, yanking him back down by his bangs, her other hand seeking out his tail to stroke it gently.

The jolt of raw pleasure running through him was what made him realize what was happening, and in one swift motion he had Usagi pinned to the wall of the gravity room and he was growling down at her, his beast securely chained. This couldn't happen. She was the princess, the heir to the moon, and his best friend's brother. Never mind that Vegeta had pretty much given him the green light; Kakarot was not about to fuck up any chance that Usagi had for a royal marriage and legitimate children.

"You think this is a game, Usagi!? I'm a male Saiyan warrior! The strongest in the universe! I'm not some quick fuck for a princess looking for an adventure!" Kakarot yelled at her. Yelling was the only way. The only way to make her go away and never come back. It killed him inside to do it, but if she so much as kissed him again, he was going to claim her, plain and simple. "Stop fucking with my damned hormones, woman," he growled softly as he released her.

Usagi just stared at him, her entire body trembling and her eyes wide; she couldn't even process the fact that her friend—that Kakarot of all people—had not only screamed in her face, but… he'd accused her of teasing him! "K—K—Kada, I—"

"For the last time, woman, I am not your fucking father!" He roared, his eyes glowing slightly as his beast began to come out in response to his mate's fear of him.

That undid her, and the moon princess shoved at him and fled, the tears she'd been holding back flowing down her face as she headed for the only safe place she knew.

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Geta!? Geta, please!

Vegeta perked up at the very first ki summons from his sister, and on the second he assessed from her ki that she was bawling her eyes out rather uncontrollably. "Ami, I'm needed, I'll be back shortly. No one comes in this lab without clearance, understand me?"

"Whatever, Vegeta," the blue-haired genius sighed, not even taking her eyes off of what she was working on.

Vegeta ascended straight to level three for speed the moment he was on the ground level and blasted straight to the royal balcony to find his little sister still dressed in her sparring clothes, hugging her knees as she sobbed wildly. "Whoa, Rabbit," he whispered into her hair, immediately pulling her to his chest and purring comfort, his tail going tightly around her waist. "Calm down. Tell me what happened." Vegeta grit his teeth at the thought, but the question had to be asked even if he didn't smell blood. "Did he… did he force you to do anything?"

"NO! I kissed him and he accused me of toying with his Saiyan hormones! He said that I was just a little princess looking to put a notch in my belt!" She yelled, her cries barely muffled by his armor.

"He did WHAT!?"

Usagi yanked him back down to her when he tried to leap to his feet and shook her head vigorously. "No, Geta! If he really thinks that of me, then I don't want him!" She cried. "Fuck him and his damned Saiyan attitude, his hormones, his pride… and everything else about him! I HATE HIM!"

"He felt the pull for you," Vegeta growled. "And I gave him my blessing. This won't go unanswered, Usa, I swear it."

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"KAAAAAKAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOOT!"

That war cry of his own name was the only warning that the youngest son of Bardock got before his armor was shattered with a single blow and a second sent him flying through—not into, but through—the nearest storage shed just outside of the gravity room. "Kay," he wheezed as he ascended to match his best friend's strength, "I deserved that."

"And more," Vegeta snarled. "I ought to sever your head and bring it back to my sister to restore her honor," he continued, leaning down to yank Kakarot up by his long golden hair, "but I can't," he finished with a snap of his teeth.

"I wouldn't blame you Vegeta," he sighed. "The things I said to her… she hates me, doesn't she?"

"No, that's the problem! She says she does, but the little bleeding heart is so in love with you that it hurts me to look at her! She's done nothing but cry for the last four hours and it finally wore her out and she dozed off in my arms." Vegeta flung him back onto the ground with a huff of contempt, but when Kakarot stood, Vegeta leveled him with a punch to the nose. "You are so lucky that she told me not to kill you!" He ranted, swinging and putting the other warrior on his ass a third time in five minutes with a punch to his jaw.

Kakarot rubbed at the minor fracture and sighed. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. My inner beast was fighting me, Vegeta, and the only thing I could think of to get her out of there was to yell at her. I didn't mean any of those things I said, I swear it. I just didn't want to wind up taking her."

"That's what she wanted, you fucking jackass! What part of 'my sister is in love with you' didn't you fucking understand!?"

"Tell me what to do and I'll do it, Vegeta. I'll make it right. Whatever you say," he replied morosely.

"Oh, hell no! You just broke my baby sister's heart and you want my advice!? Go to HELL, Kakarot!"

I love Vegeta. :D He can be my older brother anytime!