Long author's note! Just for you, Alistar! Since you did an anon review, I get to air this out in the intro to the chapter, yay! So. I actually love Broly as a character, and normally don't make him a sissy of any sort. And he isn't a sissy in this story. He's a plot catalyst. A plot catalyst for a very SHORT fanfic that I'm writing while I'm fighting writer's block on the ridiculous amount of other stories I'm working on. That said, it's FANFICTION. Don't take it so literally! This Broly is NOT the LSSJ, which you did mention, "unless he's not the LSSJ." He's not in this fic. And seriously. If he's so fucking powerful, then how did he get his ass whooped in three separate movies? Teamwork. If his power was SO LIMITLESS, he wouldn't have gotten beaten at all. It would have been the end of DBZ altogether after the very first Broly movie. That said… THE MOVIES AREN'T EVEN CANON. Maybe the canon Broly is a total pussy or a sweetheart like Tarble. Ok, Tarble's not canon either. But you get my point I'm sure.
Ok, now I've had my little rant and I'm tired of responding to fanboy butthurt. If you want to read a more faithful version of Broly in a fic that I haven't just thrown together at the drop of a hat, read History or Sacrifice. Thank you, that is all, and despite your butthurt, thank you for your readership.
Now, warning! This chapter has a little M content in it, but nothing on the level of the usual. So enjoy, and if you don't like it piss off!
"I heard about last night, Usa. I'm sorry that he made you cry."
"Broly… I am not even… having this… conversation… with… you…" Usagi panted between kicks at the heavy bag in the gravity room, imagining that it was Kakarot's head with every blow she landed. Gods, I punt his noggin to the Earth given the chance. Fucking asshole.
"I'd never make you cry, Usagi. I'd do everything I could to make you happy, I swear it."
The princess ground her teeth a little at the words; Broly sounded so sincere and genuinely concerned for her that she hated to tell him to piss off, but she was in such a dangerous mood that anything with a cock stood a good chance of getting walloped. "Not… now… Broly…"
"Then when, Usa?" Broly sighed with obvious annoyance. "When are we going to have this conversation? I want you for my mate and you've known it for over a year, now. But you still refuse to give me an answer." The Super Saiyan barely blocked her kick in time when it rounded on him, and he was surprised to find her downright furious. "The hell, Usagi!?"
"You know why we haven't had that conversation Broly? Because I never planned on having it with you! I wanted to have it with him, and you've done nothing but ride my ass about mating with you for a year when it's obvious that I don't want you! So, you know what? Let's have that conversation. NO. NEVER. NOT going to happen. And if you ever bring it up again, I swear by the goddess of the moon herself that my brother will have to get in line behind me to kick your ass. Understand!?"
Broly simply stared at her for a moment before closing his mouth and swallowing. "You could have told me a year ago, Usagi. And here you've been… stringing me along! Why!? What did I ever do—" Angry, tear-filled blue eyes glared at him as another kick came him way, this time connecting with his forearm. "Don't do that again, Usagi," he warned softly.
"Or you'll what!? And I never strung you along, Broly! I dropped every polite hint in the world that I wasn't interested in you as anything more than a friend, and when you tried to shove your tongue down my throat last month, I slapped you! THAT'S not an obvious rejection!? If it isn't, then I don't know what is!"
She was really getting in his face now, poking at his broad chest as she tipped her head back to actually make eye contact with him, and when his mouth suddenly swooped down to kiss her she bit down out of pure instinct, drawing blood.
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"She's waking up. Hey… hey… HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP EVERYONE!"
Usagi winced at the volume of the irritated male voice shouting, her head aching fiercely as the noise echoed in her head. "You shuddup…" She slurred. "Assho…"
"Rabbit, you just called me an 'assho.' I think you have me confused with Raditz."
"Gee Gee…?" She inquired groggily, cracking her eyes open to see her brother's face swim and distort in her vision. "You're funny lookin'."
"You have a bad concussion, girl, lie still," a deeper, gruff voice ordered her sternly the moment she tried to move. "Do you remember what happened? Usagi, focus for me."
"Hn… Father?" Her assumptions were confirmed when a face identical to Vegeta's—plus a beard—came into her line of sight. "I…" Usagi closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think. The last thing she remembered was training in the gravity room to blow off some steam over the incident with Kakarot, and then Broly had—
Usagi's eyes snapped open quickly and she shoved at her brother and father's hands when they tried to keep her from moving, an actual growl erupting from her throat as she scanned the room hazily for the bastard that had struck her. "Where is he?" She snarled.
"I swear, r'sha… days like this really make me wonder if she's actually mine…"
"Maybe," Queen Serenity's voice answered, but not without a bit of worry. "My love, I've rebuilt some of my power since the last healing."
"Alright," the king replied after a moment's hesitation out of concern for his mate's well-being. "But if you start getting shaky again, you give it a rest, woman."
Shaky…? But shaky could only mean a serious healing… "Mother…? How bad…?"
"It… it was pretty bad, dearest," Serenity admitted softly, holding her daughter gently to her chest as she flooded her body with her healing light. "Just relax and tell your father who did this."
"No," Usagi said stubbornly. "Because I want first dibs on his sucker punching ass."
Vegeta grinned up at his father, a wave of relief washing through him. "If she's making threats, she's going to be fine, I think." But he was serious again as he examined his sister. "Give me a name, girl. Before I start pointing fingers at random people just to piss you off."
"Wait… you seriously don't know?" She whispered in confusion.
"We have our suspicions." King Vegeta frowned and looked away at that, growling softly in the back of his throat. The man that had hit his daughter was going to die. Slowly.
The unspoken question in Usagi's eyes made the prince sigh. "It was either Broly or Kakarot, Usagi. They were the only two scents on you. So—what?" Vegeta sputtered in worry when her eyes widened.
"Why… why would I smell like Kakarot? He… I haven't even seen him in three days, Geta. Not since… you know," Usagi sighed.
"Six," the king grunted before turning and hurrying from the room.
"Huh?"
"Six days. You've been out for three, Rabbit. And you just pissed Father off because there's nothing he can do about this, now," Vegeta muttered with abject relief. "I was worried that it had been Kakarot," he explained. "Because when we found him with you… and you were both covered in your blood… I… I nearly…" Vegeta swallowed, fighting back real tears at the memory of how he'd found her. He'd thought her dead the moment he'd clapped eyes on her, but… "Kakarot's ki was the only thing keeping you alive, Usa. And he… you should've seen him. His beast was in total, complete control. I tried to talk some sense into him, to convince him to let me move you, but he aimed an actual ki blast at my head and told me that if I got any closer he'd send me straight to Hell. Your mother was the only one that he'd let near you until she'd healed your skull."
"The crystal's been healing you since then. I was too weak after the first healing to do anything until now, despite all the power left in the silver crystal. Now that you're awake, you should be able to focus its energy into healing you faster, Usagi."
Wait a damned minute. Silver crystal? She had the silver crystal? "But Mother… that… that means…"
"We'll have an official abdication ceremony at a later date, and you'll be crowned queen. This incident only proved that I'm getting a little too old to effectively wield its power, sweetheart. It's time for you to take my place. I'll continue to run things for the next couple weeks while you recuperate, and give you some time to let it all sink in."
"But Mother… I can't ascend to the throne. I'm not married!" Usagi snorted.
"Vegeta has already filled me in on everything that led up to this, Usa. And if it weren't for that jackass of a Super Saiyan, you wouldn't still be alive. So I'm willing to consent to the union if that's what will make you happy. Your father is on his way to inform Kakarot of his approval as well."
"Oh. I thought he was on his way to kill Broly," Usagi replied absently, fighting off an urge to lie back down and sleep for a week.
"No. Kakarot already did that," Vegeta said seriously. "And no… you don't want to know the details."
Usagi's eyes widened a little and she managed a nod when she could have sworn that her brother had turned a little green at the thought. Any kind of bloodshed that actually made Vegeta nauseous was something she did not want to hear about. "Wait… then why did you suspect him?"
"Father and I both thought that you might have gotten caught in the crossfire between the two, if it wasn't just Broly who had nearly killed you. It was the only other thing that made sense. Father actually suggested putting Kakarot in the dungeon until you woke," Vegeta chuckled nervously. At that moment in time, he'd honestly thought they were all going to die when Kakarot had ascended straight to level four, eyes glowing a murderous red as he simply dared them all with a simple look to even try it.
"Gee Gee… where is he…?" Usagi whispered softly, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of even seeing him. Sure, his beast had come out in defense of her, had even saved her life. But Kakarot didn't want her. He'd made that perfectly clear.
"He left ten minutes before you woke, when he sensed you were coming around. Usa… he didn't leave your side except to use the bathroom. Not once. The only people that were allowed near you were myself and Ami," Serenity supplied. "He tolerated your brother and your father just enough to let them see you were fine, but then he kicked them out within minutes. He even slept with you, feeding you his ki throughout the night. He loves you," she sighed. "He just won't admit it to himself. Give him time, dear… your father had the same issues, you know."
Vegeta laughed at that and shook his head. "No, Mother, he acknowledges his love for her. But he thinks he's too fucking old for Usagi! That and the whole heir to the throne excuse," he snorted in amusement. "Damn it, Rabbit, don't cry," he huffed at the sight of her tears. "He saved your life so I forgive his jackassery last week. I'll speak with him."
"No. I want to see him. Right now," she whispered shakily. Usagi frowned and tried for her best glare when her brother firmly shook his head. Fine… she'd do it her way.
Vegeta groaned when he felt Usagi flare her ki a little before pulsing out Kakarot's name in the ki language that all Saiyan warriors used, and immediately sensed Kakarot's ki speeding towards them like a bullet. "And I'm leaving the room before he—" The door slamming open made Vegeta groan again and shake his head slowly, and he rose from his seat to hold his hands out peacefully. "Yes, Kakarot," he responded dryly to a deep, primal growl. "I was just leaving. She's all yours."
Huge blue eyes looked around the queen to gaze at the level four Saiyan warrior looking right back at her possessively, his tail trashing wildly behind him in anger. But Usagi turned her attention back to her brother momentarily to impart some advice. "Geta…? The whole reason Ami keeps blowing you off is because she didn't even know you felt the pull for her. That, and you're incredibly bossy and almost never talk to her except to bark an order. Try being nice," she finished with a soft smile. "I spoke to her the next morning, after… well, you know," she whispered with a quick, depressed glance at Kakarot. "She likes chess a lot. Try that… but don't be a sore loser when she kicks your ass."
"Heh… we'll see about that," Vegeta chuckled before turning serious. "You don't hesitate to call me if you need me, Usagi. I'll nightguard you if—" Another vicious noise from his best friend made him stop and roll his eyes. "Or not."
"That's as much as I can heal you for now, my daughter," Serenity sighed, withdrawing the light from Usagi with regret as the blonde's hand went to the throbbing side of her head. "I'll see about giving you some painkillers, dear. In the meantime, maybe Kakarot would see if a little of his ki can help?"
The man in question grunted in response as he moved to sit beside the princess, his fur-covered arms sliding around her to slowly and gently cradle her to his chest as a soft purr began to vibrate through them both. "I'll be going now, Usagi," Serenity informed her quietly, kissing her forehead. "If you need anything…"
"I know, just call," Usagi sighed, blushing more than a little when Kakarot boldly nuzzled her shoulder right in front of her mother. "Thank you, Kakarot," she whispered once her mother was gone and the door was shut. "For saving my life."
She gasped in surprise when he turned her head to nip gently at her lower lip in what she knew was a Saiyan kiss, her heart fluttering at the unexpected contact. Reaching up, she watched in wonder when he actually leaned into her touch as she ran her fingertips over his cheek, jaw and throat, his purr growing louder and hitching into a new rhythm that made her blush. She knew that sound; it was the sound the king made around her mother and Raditz made around Haruka and Michiru. "Your beast is still in total control isn't it?" Usagi gasped when he nipped at the fingertips that were travelling over his lips, her cheeks coloring when he grasped her hand and followed up with a flick of his tongue over them. "Kakarot?"
"Mine," he sighed, bending his head as he tugged her nightgown to the side and drug his teeth over her bare shoulder. Kakarot purred impossibly louder, his tail winding around her waist when she gasped and trembled at the sensation of his canines raking over her skin. "Mine," he breathed in her ear, followed by a gentle tugging of her earlobe and a flick of his tongue.
"Yours," she agreed, shivering with pleasure as his lips travelled down her throat. She's waited so long to hear that word from his mouth, to feel him touching and tasting her, and now that he was she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But Usagi wanted him, there was still no doubt about that. "You can… if—if you want to…"
The temptation was definitely there, but the warrior shook his head slightly as he eased her onto her back and examined her head. "No. You're hurt, r'sha. Later. But…" Kakarot felt her tremble again, her heartbeat pounding in her chest as he kissed her shoulder, following up with a bite that left the tiniest of nicks in her skin.
"Sweet goddess… Kakarot… that feels…" Usagi whimpered when he licked the bead of blood from her flesh and couldn't stop her hands from tangling in his black spikes. "Don't stop, Kakarot… do it…"
Breathing heavily, he gave her a nod as his hands began to pull at her nightgown, fumbling with the buttons while his heated mouth explored her throat, working its way down to the newly bared skin. "Want you so badly, princess… I can't wait for you to heal."
Her hands shook as the first man to ever touch her fastened his lips to a freshly unclothed nipple and began to suck lazily while one of his hands boldly cupped her sex. "You don't have to stop, Kakarot," she offered nervously, unable to stop her body from arching into the fingers teasing her curls. "You can have all of me if you want."
A groan was her only response before she felt those soft lips move over her own, and she immediately opened to him when he flicked his tongue out to beg entrance. "No," he whispered between kisses, "when you're healed."
"Then… better stop," Usagi replied disappointedly, followed by a muffled moan when his fingers parted her folds and stroked over her entrance. "Kakarot—need to—"
"No," he purred, breaking away to nip at her shoulder. "I've dreamed of this, r'sha. Come for me while I mark you." His beast moaned when he felt her hand travel to his pants and her fingers brushed over his cloth-covered arousal. "No, Usagi… not yet…"
Leaning up, she nipped at his lower lip and boldly gave him a gentle squeeze. "You can touch me… but I can't touch you? That's awfully unfair, Kakarot." She licked her suddenly dry lips when his hand covered her own, but rather than pull it away from him, he used her palm to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fluttering shut to show his crimson lids. "It'll feel better without those leather pants in the way, Kakarot. We don't have to consummate the bond, but… I know what to do to make you feel good."
Usagi gasped in surprise and fear when he pinned her down and growled at her. "You've done this before?" He snapped jealously.
She immediately relaxed at that and just smiled, a little flattered that he was so jealous. "No, Kakarot. You forget that my cousin is a goddess of lust. Duh. I kind of got… curious, you know? So I asked Minako what you might enjoy… if you ever let me get close enough to touch you." She smiled a little nervously as she unbuttoned the tight pants and tugged at them. "Are they painted on, Kakarot? Dear gods, don't these hurt your balls?"
"They do right now," he admitted, helping her shrug them down far enough for him to remove the rest of the way. Kakarot's beast couldn't help but smirk proudly at her expression when he looked back down; her eyes were locked on his groin, and they were as big as saucers, her mouth hanging open just slightly. "Like what you see, r'sha?"
"I don't know whether to be happy or run away screaming," she choked.
"You know damned well what will happen if you run from me," he rumbled smugly. "If you could run in your current state."
"We'll have to initiate a chase at a later date," she whispered, unable to stop herself from reaching down to run her fingers over him. "It's so warm it's almost hot," she commented, unaware of the way his hands were bunching in the sheets beside her head as he forced himself to breathe. "Does… does that feel… am I doing it right, Kakarot?"
A low groan mixed in with his purr was a sufficient response and her hand grew a little bolder as she alternated between looking up at his reaction and glancing down to make sure she was doing as Mina had told her to. Wrap you hand around the shaft and use long, firm strokes. Make sure to rub your palm over the head on occasion; men like that. Usagi gasped as she felt his temperature increase in her hand almost instantly and he gave a single thrust before moaning loudly and making a mess all over her belly. Thankfully she'd been ready for that; Mina had warned her of everything to expect. "Was it good?"
"I've been burning for three days," he purred in her ear. "So yes… it was very, very good, Usagi."
I knew it! "But how…?" She added aloud.
"Killing Broly helped it, and the fact that you're injured is stopping me from taking you," he sighed. "But I think it'll last longer without relief. Gods… I feel so much better, Usagi," he groaned into her throat. "And it's your turn in a minute," he added softly as he scooped up a towel from beside the bed and proceeded to wash of his seed.
Ok, Sesshy. You wanted it now, and I have to go to work, so I cut off the extra smut I would have written. Aw. Pity.
