Thanks to Rizzy

Enjoy reading.

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It felt good

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Fact n°4 EDITED : It is a well known fact that Saiyans have no culture. Even after years of observation, the finest anthropologist wouldn't be able to understand them.

First, scientist thoughts males bite their females of the neck to prove they belonged to them. But soon, when they saw that mates wore not only bite marks but also bruised and cuts, they realized Saiyans bite in the thrill of the mating for they mate like they fight, in the hard way.

Then, they thought Saiyans were monogamous. But then again, they realized that it wasn't rare, in history, that Saiyans took two or three mates.

The scientist also thought that, in order to become king, the prince had to kill his father. Once more they were wrong. They realized that the kings who had died in the hand of their son were killed because of a conflict with their offspring, or because the king was living too long for the prince's taste.

But the biggest proof of their cultural inferiority is that Saiyans are unable to think. The visual, aural and olfactory parts of their brains are extremely developed but the center of reflection is small compare to the average. The shape of the skull clearly shows it.

As a consequence, they would have never been able to reach the Tsuffules' life standards. So imagine when they discovered their former enemies' tools. They couldn't read the instructions for they didn't know what reading was. They couldn't understand what this technology was for, for they had never seen anything like it… They were like children with a car: they have a vague idea of how it works and what it is for, but they don't understand fully, they can't make it work on their own.

Hopefully, the king had kept a few Tsuffules alive. Since all Tsufules are technicians or engineers, they explained them what they wanted to know, in exchange of their lives. Of course, the Saiyans killed them once they didn't need them anymore. The final proof that Saiyans have no culture… And no soul. They are beasts.

The morning was hot and dry, even though no sun had risen. It was the middle of the hot season, and the rain wouldn't come before a few days. Every Saiyan could feel it, even the king.

King Vegeta the Thirteenth. His father had brought a lot of wealth and prosperity to the kingdom, and he would remain in Saiyan legends for eternity. He had to work hard if he wanted to surpass him some day. He knew he would be in legends too. There were already stories about him: King Vegeta the Thirteenth, the Conqueror.

Thirteen was his number: he was the thirteenth king of the Saiyans and he became king when he was thirteen. When his father died, in battle, he had a dream: to broaden his kingdom. A dream that his son was now fulfilling: they had now eleven planets… Actually, maybe thirteen by now.

His men went a few months ago to conquer Sita, the last planet of their complex tri-solar system. They would probably come back victorious next month. He had sent a large part of his military effective, but more for them to have fun than because of a threat. Sita-jins were short and weak, it was too easy.

Vegeta was getting out of bed, when Ildiko wrapped her left arm around his torso and purred in his ear.

"Where are you going? It's early, even for a third class."

He chuckled lightly.

"I am king, woman. I have more to do than a third class. And of greater importance."

She chuckled back.

"That's what third classes are for. To do the dirty job so you can take can of your mate who is very lonely." she pouted lightly in a fake sadness.

"You don't need me to keep you company. Don't you have to train that cub of yours?"

"Yes, but he would be trained better if it were by you."

Vegeta turned his head towards Ildiko, his nose touching hers. Despite the darkness of the room, he could still see her dark purple eyes.

"Don't be stupid. Join me for dinner… And come with my son." he said before finally getting out of bed.

She growled slightly, getting back to sleep.

Ildiko had been waiting for her mate for over an hour now. Their son was so hungry that she had finally had to call servants to serve diner. If her mate was late then too bad for him, she wouldn't wait for him for another hour.

Their cub, who was one year old (by Vegetasei standards, which is 8 Earth years), was now eating a lot and fast, like he was afraid of never having food anymore.

"Stop eating like an animal, Vegeta." his mother chastised "You are a prince!"

Just as she uttered those words, her king entered the room. Ildiko stood up immediately and went to her mate, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What were you doing? We have been waiting for you for an hour?"

All the servants left the room, to let their monarchs have a bit of privacy.

The king battered his eyes a few, before answering.

"I was busy… with my men… Preparing!"

"Preparing? for what?"

"Preparing…" he seemed in an intense reflection for a second "To come here."

He was looking at his mate, his eyes were glued to a spot on the table, his brows furrowed.

"Preparing to come here? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Ildiko approached the king, sniffing his breath.

"You are drunk?"

The king turned lazily his head to her, but his eyes were still not making contact with hers. He was looking intensively at his mate's chest. The room was spinning around so he shook his head a bit, closing his eyes. When he reopened his eyes again, his gaze fell upon his son, who was looking at him in awe.

"I was preparing my entrance here… To tell you that Sita is ours… I was therefore celebrating the event before coming here."

No sound could be heard for a while.

"Really, father?" the little prince asked "You succeeded."

"Why of course, brat!" his father asked with a large smirk on his face. "The Saiyans are now the master of the Solar System! And you, my son, will rule over it someday." he added full of pride.

"You did it." the queen whispering in disbelief. "You said it wouldn't be done before a month."

"Well, my men worked faster than I thought."

She put her hands of her mate's chest.

"I wished you had come to celebrate with us first." the queen said with a smile "But that doesn't really matter right now. Right now, we must celebrate your triumph."

The king put a hand behind his queen's neck, forcing her forehead to rest on his. He allowed this gesture of proximity for they were only the three of them in the dining room.

"There will be a banquet tomorrow."

The young prince approached his father. The king pulled away from his mate, his right hand still resting behind her neck. He put his left hand on his son's shoulder, a smirk still present on his face that his offspring copied.

The victory was total. It felt good…