Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… poor Trunks. I hope yall get as much a kick out of this as I did writing it! Trunks is going to need regular nitroglycerin from the stress once this is all said and done!

A knock on his study door had Trunks jumping a bit; he liked Broly and even considered himself to be one of Broly's friends… sort of… but talking to Kio always unnerved him. It was as if Kio found him and everyone else simply amusing. An amusement to keep alive until it proved to no longer be entertaining. Thank the gods that Broly had a remarkably good tether on his beast, or Trunks might have been forced to find a way to execute Broly without destroying the planet in the process.

"Usa, sweetheart," Trunks sighed when he opened the door and found his daughter looking up at him with a guilty expression on her face. She'd always been poor at lying, just like her mother, and he already knew she was about to attempt uttering one just by the look in her eyes and the set of her jawline. "You weren't gone nearly as long as I thought you'd be."

"I… I met someone while I was out," she replied softly, her eyes troubled.

Truth, so far. Good. "Who…? And why do you seem bothered by making a friend? She is a friend, right? No fighting?"

"No, no fighting."

Truth, yet again. Trunks ushered her into his study and patiently waited for the lie. "So…?"

"Father…"

Oh shit, she'd said 'Father.' Not Daddy. Damn it, this was going to be serious.

"…you said that I never had much of a beast to speak of."

Trunks's eyes shot wide at that. Truth, yet again, and she was bringing up her beast!? "Oh fuck my life," he whispered. "What happened, Usagi?" His hand immediately went to her forehead, but she didn't feel hot. He sagged in relief at that knowledge. Not the burning, thank the gods. The last thing he needed was to forcibly haul the queen off over his shoulder while he let a male—any male Usa was comfortable with—service their daughter's beast for a week.

Usagi let out a heavy sigh and shook her head wearily; she couldn't lie to her father, not about this. But she could and would omit important details. "Hi'sha," she whispered.

"Oh dear gods that is so much fucking worse than the thought of you burning," Trunks whimpered as he sat down hard in his chair and just stared at her. Hell, at least with the burning, the lover would be temporary. But mating and marriage…!? Oh, the queen was going to have an icy little fit. He looked up to find Usagi just watching him, that same mature, weary light in her eyes, mixed with a hint of anger. "Ok, fine. Don't be mad at me, Rabbit, we'll figure this out for the best. So… who's the unlucky man? Or warrior? Is he a Saiyan warrior?"

His daughter's tell signs gave her away at the mention of a Saiyan. So… it was a Saiyan, but she didn't offer any information. "Usagi? Seriously, you have to tell me," Trunks snorted. "It's kind of important for a man to know who's felt the pull for his daughter." Her seriousness hit him like a sack of rocks then, and Trunks bristled, frowned deeply, and his power level skyrocketed straight to Super Saiyan two, his hair spiking out like a golden halo around him.

Only too late did he realize that his ki was surrounding his daughter as well, but she wasn't reacting to him in fear or in pain. He'd question her lack of immediate fear later, since it only added to his worry and suspicion. "Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" Trunks asked seriously, addressing the thing that had made him ascend without thought.

Usa's wide blue eyes and rapid shake of her head made him melt back to lavender and blue and sag once more into his chair. "He um… he kissed me, that's all," she whispered.

Trunks's inner Usagi-Lie-Detector beeped at that, but it was only a little beep, not a wide, glaring, she's-lying-through-her-teeth beep. Ok, so most likely this mystery warrior had engaged in a little bit of necking with his daughter, but nothing further. He sighed a bit at that and rubbed at the bridge of his nose; a little making out he could handle, it wasn't like she'd been deflowered. He would have likely smelled that at least—"Why can't I smell him on you?" Trunks asked with a little growl.

"I took a bath when I got back. I… Daddy, I want to play this close to my chest for now," she said confidently. "This is my choice. I would like the freedom to court him without interference from anyone. It… it was nice," she said with a blush. "We ate a meal together without any guards breathing down our necks, without you or Momma or one of my uncles growling and yelling when he held my hand or whenever he'd kiss me. And then we talked, without caring about who was or wasn't listening in, and I want that again, damn it."

"Hey, watch your mouth, honey," he said gently. "Look, I'll talk it over with your mother and we'll see if—"

"NO," Chibi-Usa growled, her tail lashing through the air in anger. "My life, my mate, my decision," she hissed through her teeth, her beast in total control.

"Shit," Trunks whispered, running a hand through his hair as he simply tried to think of a way to reason with his daughter. But he knew there would be little reasoning with her—his own beast had been climbing the fucking walls the moment he'd felt the pull for her mother, and at least he'd had some experience in dealing with his beast back then. Usagi on the other hand… she'd never had to deal with her primal side before.

"At least tell me who he is," he pleaded gently, giving her the winning smile that neither her nor her mother could ever resist as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Not only will it help your cause if I give your mother a name, but it would also greatly ease my mind about letting you out to court without supervision. If I can't know where you are at all times, at least let me know who you're with. Please, Usagi," he pressed when she pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. "A name, that's all I'm asking in exchange for free rein."

"I can't, Daddy. I really can't. You'll just have to trust me," Usa sighed. "And him," she added when Trunks began to protest. "And if you try to have me followed, you know I'll shake the guards in less than five blocks, Father, so please don't start making plans to follow me everywhere," she continued gently.

Trunks sighed and sputtered at that and groaned at the thought of not knowing where she was at all times, let alone with whom. "Your mother will have that talk with you tonight, at least. And if she won't… then I will. You might trust this warrior implicitly, but it's difficult for me to do the same when I don't even know who he is. So you might as well have the proper knowledge to know if he's taking advantage of you. Deal?"

"Nope," Chibi-Usa replied easily, a tiny smile playing on her face. "My betrothed already gave me that little talk… and might I add that I don't understand the huge deal and all the mystery that Momma shrouded men and women in? Part A. Slot B. It's not rocket science and it's not at all that fucking embarrassing," she said with a roll of her eyes before simply leaving the room.

Trunks just stared at the door blankly for a long moment, reflecting on how his father had once told him that he'd have a child of his own one day, just like him, just as smart-mouthed and crafty as him, and infinitely smarter than him. And that that child would one day drive him to the brink of insanity and turn his ball hairs snow white. Father, that day has come and I hate you when you're right, you pointy-haired dick.

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"Thank you, Paw Paw," Usagi sighed happily, laying back on her bed while she looked up at her grandfather's trollish little smirk. "I did just as you said; I laid down the law and refused to give in. And I must admit, it didn't hurt when my beastie reared its pretty little head and growled at Daddy. It looked like he was about to shit the bed when that happened."

"Did his hair turn white at some point?" Vegeta chuckled.

"Dunno, probably at the end when I told him that I'd been informed about the mechanics of sex."

Vegeta just gaped at her for a minute before howling with laughter. "OH DEAR GODS HIS FACE! How did you word it, girl!? Give the old man some entertainment!" He listened closely when his granddaughter repeated her little speech word for word, his grin getting wider with every line. "I would have killed to have been a fly on the wall, girl. KILLED."

"You don't think Momma's gonna go nuclear, do you?" Usa asked suddenly, her eyes a little too wide for Vegeta's tastes.

"Hell no." Vegeta grinned when Usa just lifted a questioning eyebrow, then winked at her. "I'll bet you ten credits that your father's not even going to tell her," he purred in a conspiratorial voice. "I've told you before, girl, you've never seen your mother genuinely furious… but we have. And this little tidbit of information is going to cause the explosion of the century, which is why I'm keeping my happy ass right here on Vegeta-sai. I've had front row seating for your mother's temper before, and I'll pass on the encore. She can be… scary," he admitted.

"Oh boy," Usa sighed. "Maybe… maybe I should just tell her?"

"Nuuuu… not if you want any hope of seeing your little boy-toy without an escort ever again. In fact…" Vegeta frowned deeply and looked her dead in the eyes. "I forbid it. I will take your mother's temper, girl. I, Vegeta, king of the Saiyan race, order you, a Saiyan… to court your mate in the Saiyan way. And don't you dare tell me that your mother can order three quarters of you, either. Understand me? You have a kio and a nava, which makes you Saiyan in my book. And you shouldn't be locked up all the time," he added, his tone losing its edge and turning him back into the grandfather that Usagi adored so much. "You're Saiyan, and my granddaughter. When I was your age, I was a man and a warrior and I'd already been to war and back four or five times. I'd seen the entire quadrant by the time I was seventeen! You… you've seen a galaxy, yes, and Vegeta-sai. But only from the box your mother packed you in. It's not the way to raise a Saiyan child, Usagi. So I want you to court your mate freely and make your own choices, and when your mother finds out and storms in and tries to rip you two apart, I want you to point her to me. And I'll deal with her. Ok?"

"Ja'ja'ta," Usa whispered worriedly, "are you sure? Mother would flay you alive. I'm her heir, at least I'd be somewhat shielded from her anger if she really does blow up as badly as you think she will."

"Happy birthday," he grunted. "And… don't worry about me too much, girl. I have ammunition on your mother that I've never brought up in the twenty years that my son's been mated to her, so I'll break out the secret weapon if I have to. Now… I do believe it is eleven at night on your birthday, dear girl… why don't you pretend that you accidentally left something at your mate's and go fetch it?"

Chibi-Usa licked her lips and nodded slowly, unable to stop the stupid, excited grin that was stretching her face. "Wish I could hug you, Paw Paw," she purred. "Thank you, it's the best birthday gift I've ever gotten."

"Heh, don't say that just yet. You've still got an hour left and your mate may have a present for you," he teased. "And between you and me, I always preferred that goofy thing you called me when you were a brat," he added with a smile.

"Love you, paw'ja'ta," she giggled. "I'll call you tomorrow."

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"Usa!" Broly gasped in joyous surprise, leaping from his fur-covered bed stark naked to pull her to him and kiss her forehead. He dropped his voice then so that Celes couldn't hear him and sniffed her once. "You smell like your father," he whispered worriedly, noting that she hadn't been crying, at least. "You told him?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "You see… I can't lie to Daddy at all. But I can omit certain parts of the story. I was very careful with our story and I refused to give your name. Paw'ja'ta doesn't think he'll tell Momma, though, and he offered to take the brunt of her anger when she eventually finds out."

Broly warmed at her choice of words and nipped at her lower lip intimately. She'd said 'when,' not 'if.' "So… you'll be my mate, then?"

"Paw'ja'ta wants me to court the Saiyan way," she replied shyly, not entirely sure what that entailed, blushing as she immediately felt something growing hard against her stomach.

"Tomorrow," Broly purred when she looked down and turned even redder. "We'll explore each other more tomorrow if you'd like, baby. Kio's already made it clear that he had a difficult time restraining himself earlier, and he thinks that a good night's sleep will do us some good. Gods know, we haven't slept well in a long time, but with your scent in the bed, we just might get eight hours for the first time in years."

"Oh… well, I'm glad to be of some help!" She replied brightly. "Want me to like, roll around on the furs some more? Will it help?"

Kio, you know what I want. Can we handle it? Broly asked seriously.

Not a chance. Damn it boy, I'm the one that's usually insanely horny, not you. What a fucking switch.

I want her, damn it. I've never wanted a woman this badly in all our lives and you know it. How far can we go? Broly pressed.

Petting above the waist, above the clothes. You know very well that if I lose my control, all bets are off, boy, Kio warned him.

Broly licked his lips and shook his head before sighing. "No, Rabbit, best stay off of my bed until the morning, when I've rested and I've got more control. Now… you really do need to get home, ok?"

With a little trollish light in her eyes, Usa looked to the bed and then down at his arousal. "So? Was it five or six?"

"Three so far!" Broly laughed. "I was about to begin the fourth when you walked in, Rabbit. And what about you?" He purred mischievously, bending his mouth to her ear in a whisper. "Is a certain princess still on track to receive a slow, deep kiss in the morning?"

"It had better be worth it," she snorted. "I was extremely tempted in the bathtub, you know."

"Heh… don't worry, princess, I'll pay back your patience with ten-fold the pleasure you would have felt by yourself. Now," he chuckled as he ushered her to the door, his cock rigid at the thought of their upcoming morning activities, "go home before you lose your virginity on my floor."

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Chibi-Usa sat up with a jolt and blinked sleepily, hunting for the glow of her clock, to see that it was only seven in the morning and barely light outside, and she flopped back down and buried her face in her pillow. "Set mah alarm fo niiiine," she whined. When she drew breath to whine again, she smelled something masculine and delicious and moaned softly at the responding ache between her thighs, immediately knowing just why she'd woken so early.

Her beast had actually woken her, and was telling her to roll her ass out of bed, eat something, and then go to her mate. "Ok, when you remind me of just who's waiting for me, I guess I can't get mad at you," she giggled. "And I have to admit, the idea of possibly ambushing him while he's still asleep is nice."

The princess leapt out of bed then, excited for the first time ever about being up early, and fixed her hair in a messy braid before drawing on another simple gown, this one silver. She wasn't surprised to see the early risers stare at her in shock, but she managed a lady-like curtsy to them all before snagging a pastry from a table and taking a seat.

"Holy shit," her favorite uncle purred as he took a seat beside her. "The Rabbit is up at the ass crack of dawn… and the world's not ending." Raditz took a sniff then and went far too still for Usa's liking. "And she's aroused," he added in a whisper, followed by a hand to her forehead and a sag of relief when he found she wasn't hot. "So, who's the lucky boy? Or is it a man?" He whispered conspiratorially. "Did your mom finally give you that talk?"

"No, she didn't. But what if it's a girl?" She teased.

"Then invite me to tape it and we'll make millions," Raditz quipped. He grinned when she only looked confused and he gave her a nudge. "So, seriously, who is he?"

"Noooope," she replied easily, accepting a plate of eggs and bacon from a servant with a grateful nod. "Don't bother asking, Uncle Raddy. Though I would appreciate your silence on the matter until I choose to speak to Mother."

"Oh, no worries there, little rabbit. I have no desire to wind up a stain on the wall by being the one to give your mother that kind of news. Give me something at least, though. Is he Saiyan?" He grinned when she nodded slightly. "Good girl. With your kind of spirit, only a Saiyan would be able to handle you."

They ate companionably for a while, but when Serenity entered the large dining room, Raditz nudged her and nodded towards the door. "Go ahead and sneak out, I'll play defense," he chuckled, followed by a loud, bellowing, "ANGEL! GOOD MORNING!"

That outburst had a laugh bubbling up, but Usagi managed to keep it contained until she was safely outside the palace, laughing hysterically at how awesome her uncle was and how he could properly distract the queen with naughty stories about his time in the Saiyan armada.

She noticed a guard following her discreetly after three blocks and had to give him credit; Usa usually scented a tail far before then. But it was when she recognized his ki that that she decided against running and turned and went right to him, giving him a little shove.

The helmet came off the guard, and unsurprisingly, lavender locks spilled out onto the silver armor. "Seriously, Daddy? I've been ducking guards for a decade. I'm not an idiot. And your father would be ashamed at how poorly you were masking your ki."

"I have no clue who you're talking about, princess. I'm not your daddy. I'm… Bob. Yes, Uncle Bob," Trunks said with a winning smile, which was only met with a disapproving frown. "Just tell me who he is, Usa," he sighed wearily. "I didn't sleep a moment all night, I was up worrying about you." He knew he was winning when Usagi looked guilty and glanced away from him, and he pulled out all the stops, purring softly as he hugged her close. "Please, baby girl. Just tell me who and I'll leave you alone, ok? Please don't make your father worry himself stupid all day long. I haven't told your mother, but she's going to know that something's up if I go another sleepless night."

"Paw'ja'ta ordered me to court the Saiyan way," Usa whispered, "so swear on your tail that you won't utter a word, no matter what, and I'll tell you."

No matter what? Trunks hesitated but finally nodded. "I swear on my tail not to breathe a word to anyone about you courting a Saiyan warrior, or his identity, unless you give me leave." It couldn't be all that bad, right? Surely her suitor—

"Broly."

Oh dear sweet baby gods, it was soooo much worse than bad! It was A NIGHTMARE!

"BREATHE, Daddy!" Usagi shouted, pounding him hard on the back. "Daddy!? Daddy! Are you alright!?" She asked him, her voice quaking with unshed tears.

That was when Trunks realized he was horizontal and he was being filled with his daughter's healing light; it was clearing his brain, making it easier to breathe, easier to think—"OH DEAR GODS!" He shouted, sitting up straight to find himself surrounded with palace guards and the entire Earth-stationed Saiyan Elite.

"You ok, Majesty?" Raditz asked in concern. "Usagi said that you had a panic attack and hyperventilated until you passed out."

You swore on your tail, you swore on your tail, you swore on your tail!

"I—I'm fine. It was just… just a really scary story," he whispered, seeing his daughter sag with relief out of the corner of his eye. "Usagi, we need to have a word." The palace guard and the Elite hesitated, but Raditz waved them off and winked at the princess when she shook her head.

"It's ok, little rabbit. I know," Raditz purred malevolently. "Your father might be half-Saiyan, but I'm full-blooded and have the nose of a bloodhound," he whispered so that no one else could hear.

"Great, now everyone will know, thanks to the gossip queen of Vegeta-sai," Usagi sighed heavily.

"Hey, that honor belongs to my baby brother, not me. And for the record," he added as he knelt beside them, "I find this extremely entertaining. So without even asking me, I swear on my tail not to say anything about your little trysts or your intended mate to anyone except your father. Since he already knows, of course," he added with a wink. "Surely he must know, because I can only think of one Saiyan courting his daughter that might make him faint like a sissy girl… though I'll admit, I might have as well if you were Tarra."

Trunks swallowed hard once Raditz was done making his oath and taking a jab at him, then pinned Usagi with his eyes. "When I felt Broly's power spike last night and I called him—"

"Yes," she said, cutting him off, "I was in his room." When her father paled, obviously recalling all of the innuendos and puns, she sighed and shook her head. "Nothing happened, Kio was just getting one hell of a treat out of trolling you without you knowing it. Now, if you're sure you're alright, I promised him I'd spend the day with him."

Trunks was still too shocked to do anything but nod, but Raditz grinned and knew that the king would have a lot more to say on the matter once he'd recovered. "You'll check in with your father at lunch and at supper if you're not coming home for meals," the Elite told her with a kiss to her forehead. "And if he does anything you're not comfortable with, you punch him in the balls, understand me, Rabbit?"

"Yes, Uncle Raddy," Usa replied with a tiny smile, pecking him on the cheek. "Daddy, I should be home by midnight; if I'm staying the night, I'll call."

"Stop teasing your father, you little tart!" Raditz snorted, whacking her on the ass with the flat of his hand. "You're going to give the poor man heart failure! You can stay out until two in the morning, but you will not be sleeping over, understand me?"

"Fiiiiiine," Usa groaned. "May I go, now? Please?"

"Yeah, yeah… tell Broly I said hey, and remind him that I'm one of the few warriors not terrified of him. I won't hesitate to defend your honor even if I know I'll die painfully."

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Usagi was halfway to the massage parlor when she realized she hadn't used the glamor, and she ducked into a corner to become a black-haired Saiyan woman before going the rest of the way… only to find the backdoor locked. "Luna P, take care of it, please," she snorted, relocking the door behind her once the way was open.

The sight that met her eyes made her beast immediately start purring, and she let the glamor fade as she walked to the side of the bed and simply memorized the sight of him sprawled out among his furs, somehow taking up the massive bed all on his own. He looked his age as he slept, his face smoothed of all the frown lines on his forehead, his lips parted as he breathed deep and even.

Broly was simply beautiful.

Wanting to wake him with a kiss, Usagi shivered with delight as she lifted the edge of the covers and slid in beside him, gasping with pleasure as he automatically shifted in his sleep to accommodate her petite body and he wrapped her in his arms and tail. Oh gods, he smells so good, Usagi groaned to herself, nuzzling her face into his bare chest, her intended good morning kiss forgotten.

Or maybe not, since her beast was suggesting that she kiss him elsewhere, and Usagi blushed at the thought, but couldn't resist pressing her lips to a battle scar on his chest, followed by her beast flicking her tongue out to taste his skin. Both she and Broly gasped at that, and when Usagi looked up, she found his obsidian eyes cracked open slightly, gazing down at her.

Broly began to purr immediately at the sight of her looking up at him so innocently, her cheeks stained red with a virgin's blush, her blue eyes shining with emotion. Still mostly asleep, he bent his head and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her forcefully, his tongue slipping between her lips to coax hers into play.

Usagi wasn't sure what to do but her beast rapidly took over, and within moments she was kissing him back ardently, her hands clutching at his back and her legs tangling with his as soon as he rolled on top of her, and she let out a soft moan when he shoved her skirts to her waist and pressed his arousal to her core.

The princess couldn't think, couldn't process past the sensation of his hands unlacing her gown, stripping the cloth from her body, the hot mouth devouring her own and the skilled, eager fingertips coaxing moan after moan from her lips only for them to be swallowed by his own. But when she felt a foreign pressure between her thighs, followed by a brief flash of pain, she winced and stiffened, biting down defensively on his lower lip.

"The hell…?" Broly opened his eyes to find the princess he'd been dreaming about panting heavily beneath him, her arousal perfuming the air along with his own. But her face spoke of discomfort, and there was a sweet warmth tightly enveloping the head of his cock and—"Oh gods," he gasped, withdrawing from her body immediately, shucking back the furs to check the both of them for blood. He sagged in relief when he found none, then tried to give his trembling mate a reassuring smile. "I was dreaming, Usagi, dreaming that you were in my bed and that you were offering yourself to me. I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispered, drawing the covers back up around them to pull her close and purr comfort. "Are you ok, sweetheart? Does it still hurt?"

"No," she whispered shakily, "I… I was just surprised. My beast… she…" Usagi swallowed and burrowed herself into his warmth, the fact that she was as naked as he was forgotten for the moment. "Now I know what you meant by hostile takeover. That scared me far more than anything else," she assured him.

"I'm sorry," Broly said again, kissing the crown of her head tenderly. "In fact… I'm going to prove just how sorry I am in a minute," he promised her with a little smile and a wink, pleased when she gave him a tiny smile in return. Thank the gods, she really wasn't mad at him! "Be right back, I need to use the bathroom, and then I'm going to give you a nice, relaxing Saiyan massage."

Ooo!? A massage!? "Really? I've never had a man massage me before," she replied happily. "And I absolutely love massages."

"Heh… well, you're going to really love this one," he chuckled as he slipped out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. He was back in only two minutes, though, hands freshly washed and feeling much more in control after a brief conversation with his beast, looking forward to making good on his promise. A kiss silenced the princess when she opened her mouth to ask a curious question, and Broly sighed happily into it when she immediately parted her lips for his questing tongue, her own stroking over his despite her inexperience.

Kio was grinning down at her when he drew away and she mewled softly in disappointment, her little hands attempting to tug him back down to her with no avail. "There'll be plenty more kissing before the hour's over, Rabbit," he chuckled before bending his head to nibble at her throat, his hands daring to slide down to cup her breasts, drawing a gasp of surprise from her. "I thought you might be alright with me exploring you. Are you, Rabbit?"

Well, he was going to kiss her between her legs, right? Surely, a little exploring was alright, so Chibi-Usa nodded and immediately arched into him when his thumbs massaged her nipples. "Ooo… that feels… wow…" Studying his nipples when he just smiled and licked one of hers, she curiously did the same to him and was met with a little groan of pleasure. "May I still explore you, too, Broly? Like last night?"

"Want to play with my hair some more, Rabbit?" Kio chuckled down at her. "Feel free."

"No, actually…" Her fingertips caressed his flat, male nipples once more, and licking her lips as she felt his arousal against her thigh, she dared to let one hand wander beneath the blanket to stroke him. Usagi blushed at the low chortle of pleasure he made in response, but she didn't pull away; she only continued to explore his shaft lightly, marveling at how something so hard could feel so soft and silky on the surface. "I thought it would feel rough, honestly," she confessed.

"You'd think I'd have callouses on it from the amount of jerking off I did last night," Broly agreed with a little grin. "But no, the skin's as soft as yours, Rabbit. Oh wow… do that again," he purred when she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked upwards. "Holy shit, Rabbit."

It was her turn to purr loudly when she felt his tail twine with hers just as his fingers slipped between her legs to reciprocate her gentle touches, and Chibi-Usa let out a surprised moan when she felt him stroke her slowly. "Oh gods! Broly, is it supposed to feel that good!?"

"It'll feel even better if I keep going, Usa… in fact…" Broly slid down then, semi-grateful to be out of the reach of her hands—if she kept squeezing and stroking his cock he would have surely exploded in a matter of minutes—and he gave her a single slow lick, grazing the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit. "I think you're ready for the kiss I promised you. Do you want it, Rabbit?" He inquired seductively before licking her once more, making her arch and cry out softly.

"Will I survive it!?"

"Maybe," he chuckled, his eyes dancing with an alluring mixture of lust and mirth. "So," he added after waiting several beats for her to answer him, "are you ready for your kiss, princess? Because I sure as hell can't wait to teach you how to come."

"Yeah," she breathed, entranced by the shivers and shocks of pleasure coursing up and down her spine as his tail continued to massage hers slowly, snaking its way up and down the brown appendage from tip to base.

"Let your beast out, atti," Broly encouraged her before dipping his face to her mound once more to press a delicate kiss to her curls. "That's it, baby," he chuckled when her purr strengthened considerably and he felt her legs wind around his shoulders, her fingers burying themselves in his hair and pulling him closer.

The Saiyan warrior immediately complied with her unspoken request and parted her folds with his thick fingers, pressing a slow, warm kiss to her aching clit, her soft voice gracing his ears as she breathed his name in delight. Broly began to lick at it then, moving his fingers down to push into her gently, groaning at how ridiculously wet she'd already become.

"Ah! Broly, that hurts a little bit!" She gasped, instinctively jerking back even though her beast was urging her to lie still and let him continue. Both fingers retreated at that, but one returned, and while she expected it to hurt, the single digit only felt foreign and didn't cause her any pain, so Usagi relaxed and focused once more on the wonderfully delicious warmth blooming in her belly. "Please don't stop kissing me," she begged softly when he stopped licking her for a moment to look up at her face. "It feels good, Broly."

"What does it feel like?" He asked, followed by a brief, gentle suck to her clit as his finger moved a little deeper and begin to hook inwards, steadily massaging her g-spot.

"Oh! Your finger—it's—it's making me feel so warm!" Too caught up in the new sensations to be embarrassed, Usagi didn't even blush as she rose up on her elbows to get a better view, and the sight of his finger inside of her to the second knuckle strangely made the growing heat inside of her worse. And judging by the look in his eyes, he wanted her to continue giving him a play-by-play. "It feels so good," she whispered. "But… but it feels like there's more… like… like I need more… and dear gods, whatever you're doing to my tail feels amazing," she added with a little moan when she felt his tail squeeze hers at the base.

"Is this what you need, little rabbit?" Kio asked as Broly's eyes shifted to green, breaking the soulful look he'd only just been giving her as he watched her experience her first taste of physical pleasure. He licked her again, slowly from base to tip, and he was instantly rewarded with a moan of his name. "Is it?"

"Yes," she whispered, suddenly very aware of how the finger stroking her was intensifying all of these new, wonderful feelings. "Kio, would you put your other finger back inside of me?" She asked breathily as her beast really started to take over. "My beast says… mmm… she says that it should feel good, now. Something about stretching me."

"As you wish, k'sha m'yo," Kio replied smoothly, taking the utmost care as he pushed a second, thick digit into her flexing core. "Heu, r'sha… m'eh t'uh au," he groaned when her little hands fluttered in his hair and she rocked her hips upwards as soon as he began to thrust them into her, making sure to stimulate her sweet spot for a moment whenever he withdrew his fingertips. "You're so tight and warm," he continued. "I can only imagine how delicious you'd feel around my cock."

"Why don't you find out?" Usa's beast purred. "You said that it would only hurt me for a moment, right?"

"Nice try, kio'sh," Broly's beast replied with a grin. "Now stop with the hostile takeover and let my little rabbit tell me how it feels."

"As you wish, k'sha m'yo," she replied with a dark little chuckle, repeating his words from only moments ago. "I don't think you're quite ready for me anyway."

"You talk a big fucking game, woman," Kio snorted, only to hear Usagi's voice lose that dark edge as she tugged him closer by his hair.

"Please, Kio! I need more! Please kiss me again!"

"I've been with virgins before, you know, but not a woman who's never known pleasure at all, Usagi. Keep telling me what it's like," he instructed her, waiting for her eager little nod before he began to lick at her again.

"It's so intense," she whimpered when his tongue began to massage her clit once more and his fingers steadily rubbed that amazing place inside of her. "Kio, I've never felt anything so beautiful in my life… it… it feels like… love… it's the only thing I can compare it to…"

"Just wait until you come, baby," Broly purred between licks before fastening his lips to her clit and suckling her gently. He was rewarded with a loud moan of rapture then, her hands tugging and pulling at his hair insistently, her hips rolling up into his hot mouth in a quest for more friction, and he didn't deny her her pleasure as he kept his fingers moving inside of her slowly.

"Oh gods…! Broly! It… it feels…! Ooooh…" The princess was still trying her best to describe how her first pleasure felt when she was suddenly overwhelmed by the heat inside of her spreading quickly, rippling through her limbs as stars exploded behind her eyes and her pleasure intensified ten-fold, curling her toes and ripping a cry from her mouth. And then she was floating back down upon a series of gentle little sucks, the fingers moving inside of her seeming impossibly bigger than they had only moments ago, and Usagi gradually loosened her grip on his hair, cooing softly with pleasure as she felt his free hand drifting up to gently knead her breast. "Feel so sensitive," she sighed. "So relaxed…"

"So beautiful," Broly replied with a little sigh of his own as he slid up to gaze down at her, taking in the way her cheeks had flushed from the ecstasy and how her half-closed eyes were glazed with desire.

"Mmm… yes you are," she replied genuinely, her fingers exploring the ripples and dips in his abs before travelling south, her mind sluggishly wondering how she could possibly return the glorious gift he'd just given her. It came to her then, and she smiled lovingly up at him as she drew him down to her for a kiss. "If you want me, Broly, I don't mind," she breathed before pressing her lips to his.

Broly and Kio both groaned into the kiss and damned near took her offer, but they were both in consensus as they kissed her slow and deep, drawing happy, sweet little purrs from her as they explored her curves. "No," the beast whispered between kisses. "I think I like this method of courting you, my rabbit. Slow," he added when she seemed little disappointed. "Pleasing you is fine, but the courting thing is new to me, too. I'd like to savor it."

A knock sounded at the door then, and Broly was back in control as he and Kio recognized the sound of Celes's fist on their door. "Broly, sugar, you have an appointment in an hour! Just reminding you!"

"Fuuuck," Broly groaned, resting his forehead against Usa's as he mentally slammed his head in a wall. "Celes, we need to talk!" He hollered through the door. "Seriously need to talk!"

"As long as we're talking about hourly rates, sugar, I'm all ears!" She replied tersely. "Because if you're about to tell me that you need to cancel with this client, you and I are going to have a very serious talk!"

"Does she mean…?" Chibi-Usa whispered.

"Yes," Broly whimpered. "It's exactly what you think, Rabbit."

To both of their utter surprise—and Kio's too—Usagi snarled and her tail thrashed about angrily as she eyed the door. "I suggest you cancel that appointment now, woman!" She ordered Celes imperiously as her beast loosed itself and her ki began to spike and surround the both of them. "He's MINE!"

That was when the door opened in response… and all hell broke loose.

And then the Winchesters shot them.

Hahahaha… I love you, Ana! Read and review, everyone and you'll find out whether or not Celes lives or dies… and if she lives, you'll find out whether or not Serenity gets a little anonymous call… MWUHUHAHAHAHAA….