Damn it, the friggin plot bunny won't quit for this one… an extra sooner than expected chapter due to me making this story a little longer unintentionally… oh. And NO SMUT! HOLY SHIT, a rated T chapter! I CAN write plot! WOOOOO!
It had to be wrong. It had to be.
Usagi fretfully flipped through the paper calendar she kept tucked away in her subspace and chewed on her lower lip as she checked for the little frowny faces she always drew on the days her periods started. "No. It's wrong, it has to be. I don't always start on the new moon… do I?" She whimpered softly, wiping at her eyes as they began to sting from tears.
Yes, you do, a little voice in the back of her head snorted. Don't be such an idiot, Usa. You've known that you start on the new moon ever since Ami convinced you to keep track for medical reasons. And it's now the full moon.
"No it's not," she whispered aloud, slamming the calendar closed before shoving it roughly back in her subspace pocket.
What about the fifty-yard dash to the toilet the other day, huh? And the nausea yesterday? Denial is not a river in—
"SHUT UP!" She snapped at her own inner monologue, losing control of the tears and burying her face in the black pillow on her bed as she began to sob uncontrollably.
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The mark was completely healed up and hadn't even left a scar, but over the past few days, Turles had still felt a few twinges of strong emotion from his shipmate through the remnants of the bond. And every time he'd discreetly checked up on her, he'd found her crying in her room.
She'd denied it, of course, and having just gotten back into her good graces enough for her to talk to him without yelling, Turles wasn't going to push his luck. But this time was different; the emotion he felt coming from her was so damned strong that it was unreal, and her ki was even reacting to what could only be fear and/or utter despair.
Striding to her door, he took with him the only excuse for bothering her in the early afternoon and knocked twice, immediately ceasing the muffled cries of anguish. "Rabbit…? You alright in there?" He asked softly. "I… I realized that I still… you know… had your pillow, and I thought I'd bring it back."
The door immediately opened and he found his own black pillow shoved into his arms, the pink one snatched from his hands, and he only caught a very brief glimpse of her tear-streaked face, bloodshot eyes, and the flickering moonbeam radiating from her forehead before she slammed her door closed in his face and locked it. "Rabbit?" He asked a little louder, knocking once more. "I can feel it, you know. I know that something's very wrong… and if you want to talk about it—"
"No," he heard from the other side. "I'm fine. Go away."
"Alright, then. But later… if you want to…" he managed awkwardly as he wondered how in the hell Raditz dealt with Rei's mood swings. "…I'll listen if you want to tell me what's got you so scared." He heard the beeping of a scouter then, and recognized the pattern as Broly's ringtone.
"I have to get that," she whispered, her voice trembling in fear.
"That's fine… just remember what I said, Rabbit. I'll listen."
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"Moonbeam? What did he do?" Broly grunted, his eyes flashing green momentarily in his anger.
"N—Nothing," Usagi stammered out, reaching into her subspace. She turned the eye of the scouter a little then, aiming it at the last month before flipping it to the next. "You were right," she whispered in utter horror, "I'm two weeks late, now… and… and I don't know what I'm going to do," she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
He wasn't a very outwardly emotional person, but Broly wished he could be there to hug his only real friend. "It'll be ok, Usa."
"No! No it won't, Broly! I'm… I'm so scared," she added softly, wiping at her eyes. "I… dear gods, what am I going to do?"
"Does Turles know?" A simple shake of her head made him sigh. "You… you should probably tell him, Moonbeam. A father deserves to—"
"NO!" She shouted. "No," she said again, a lot more gently. "I'm sorry, Broly… I don't mean to yell at you. None of this is your fault. It's just… I don't want him to feel trapped. He hasn't made any sort of move in the last three weeks… not since I told him that we were betrothed."
"Probably because he's terrified of me killing him," Broly replied, flashing a momentary grin. He sobered when Usagi only continued to cry, sighing at how miserable she was. "Look, Moonbeam… you have two choices. You can tell him, or you can not tell him."
"If I don't… and he really doesn't want me anymore…?" Usagi asked fearfully.
"Then the brat will be mine, and I'll concoct some story about taking you just before you left the moon. The dates will match up just enough that no one will question it."
"Geta will ask why you didn't mark me, Broly."
He grunted at that and shrugged. "I'll think of something. Just stop worrying so much; it's bad for the brat. And for you. Have you been eating, at least?"
"I couldn't eat the other day, and yesterday, only a little," she admitted. "I kept throwing up and yesterday it was like my stomach was rolling at the thought of doing anything more than nibbling."
"That's normal after four weeks with a Saiyan brat. It should pass in a few more." Broly fell silent for a long time after that and Usagi kept quiet as well, occasionally whimpering as she continued to cry softly. "Usa…?" He finally asked.
"Yeah?" She choked out.
"The real reason I called…"
Usagi blinked at the troubled look in his eyes and simply waited; Broly had never talked much to begin with, and she knew how he would sometimes pause in order to work things out in his head before putting them into words.
"Your cousin, Minako. She landed two days ago, and…"
Usagi's eyes got a little wide at the sight of a dark blush creeping over his cheeks and finally nodded. "I'll find a way to work things out with Turles, then," she said with a confidence that she didn't feel in the least. "No," she said quickly when his eyes hardened and he opened his mouth to speak. "I take it she's not afraid of you at all, or you wouldn't be turning bright red at the thought of her. You deserve to be happy, Broly. We shouldn't have to wallow in misery together for the rest of our lives; you go after her, and I'll try and talk to Turles… and the chips will fall where they may."
Broly nodded. "Fine. But Usagi, if he doesn't want you for his mate, I'll still claim the child as mine. My honor be damned," he added when she looked about to protest. "I won't have you raising a bastard child all by yourself. It's not fair to you or to him. A Saiyan child needs a father."
Usagi just shook her head and shrugged. "Just try and keep Vegeta from knowing anything at all about Mina? I wouldn't want him to freak out and start trying to betroth me to someone else."
"Of course."
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"You're looking a little green, Rabbit." Turles regretted his words when she immediately changed shades from greenish to stark white, her skin blanching of all color as the hand picking at her food froze. "I know you haven't offered to talk, but…"
"I'm fine," she whispered, her voice trembling a little.
"You're nervous about when we dock, aren't you?" A deep sadness in her eyes made him sigh and regret everything he'd said two weeks ago for the millionth time. "Usagi… are you happy?" Ok, stupid-ass question; her eyes spoke of anything but happiness. In them were only fear, depression, and a tiny hint of longing as she looked up at him. Damn it, that was it, he couldn't take much more, not after he'd taken back his pillow to find it soaked in her tears.
Turles stood from his seat and simply scooped her up out of her own, ignoring the weak thumps of her fists against his chest as he carried her to the couch and cradled her against him. He wasn't surprised when the tears started again the moment the struggling ceased, and he proceeded to murmur Saiyan words of comfort into her hair until those violent, wracking sobs ebbed into silent crying. "I wish you'd talk to me, Rabbit."
Alright, you little bastard, Turles sighed when his beast began to get really out of control. You win. He had no clue how he'd managed it, but he'd kept an extremely short leash on his beast during the last couple weeks no matter how bad the urge to take her had gotten. But now, with his face buried in her hair, something about her scent was really setting it off, making his inner Saiyan practically scream .
And not just with desire, either, though that was definitely in the background. Right at that moment, though, it was roaring at him to protect, to comfort, to defend and safeguard her at all costs.
Usagi blinked and wiped at the constant flow of tears when Turles's chest began to rumble in a gentle purr; not one meant to seduce, but one meant only to comfort her. She'd heard that same purr from her brother and father before, but frankly she'd never thought Turles capable of making such a sound. And apparently he hadn't, judging by the look of mild shock on his face.
"I'm alright," she barely managed. Gods, she couldn't tell him. She just couldn't. Despite everything he'd said to her, how cruel he'd been, she still loved him deeply and would never want to tie him down like that. He was a pirate, wild and free, and he valued that freedom above all else; Usagi simply wouldn't trap him and take that away from him.
"No, you're not," Turles sighed into her hair. "And if it's about what I said, Rabbit… I'm sorry. And… I was wrong." But it was too late, and he knew it. She belonged to Broly, and he wouldn't dishonor her by seducing her just before her arranged mating. "I know I'm too late, but would you forgive me anyway?"
"I forgave you a week ago," she whispered into his chest.
"Then why are you crying, Rabbit? Do you want to mate with Broly? Do you want out of it?"
"No… I—I'm fine with it," she lied softly.
Damn if Mina wasn't right; the woman couldn't lie for shit. His beast chuckled a little at that and tipped her face up to find her eyes still full of mixed emotions, but the swishing of his tail had drawn that longing he'd spied to the forefront. "You're really going to go through with it."
Usagi swallowed, licked her lips, then nodded slightly. But when he leaned in and she drew back a little, she found herself being held firmly in place. "What are you…?"
"May I kiss the bride, at least?"
That wide-eyed innocence he adored so much made him smile when she relaxed and nodded again, and with that admission, he closed the gap. He kept it light at first, simply brushing his lips over hers, then pressing them gently. But when she began to return it hesitantly, his beast groaned and that chaste kiss became hot, raw and demanding, his fists bunching in her hair as he shoved his tongue between her lips and devoured her fervently.
At first she was moaning softly, gradually moving against him as he began to explore her curves with eager fingertips, but then she was breaking away, voicing sharp, insistent protests that had Turles freezing. "Rabbit?"
"Lemme go, lemme go!" She choked out, struggling and trying like hell to slide out of his lap. Turles wondered why, but just as his brain began to unfog and he turned her loose, he found out why as she proceeded to vomit on his lap.
Dear gods, had she really just ralphed all over him? Honestly, Turles would have been laughing at the entire situation had she not looked so miserable, her hand covering her mouth as she obviously tried not to puke again. "Well, I've never made quite that bad of an impression with my kissing before," he chuckled, followed by a grimace at the mess in his lap as he scooped her up. "Come on, Rabbit."
Usagi managed to hold down the bile coming up until Turles got her to a toilet, where she proceeded to be thoroughly and violently ill. If she hadn't been so pale she would have been blushing at how he was kindly holding her hair out of the way, rubbing her back, and uttering soothing words in the Saiyan language. "Sorry," she whispered hoarsely once she was sure she was finished.
"It's alright, Rabbit. You've just got nerves, I know. I remember how you got right before your mother announced her future abdication to you. You threw up for a week, barely ate a thing until after the ceremony." Turles hurriedly stripped them both, ignoring her weak protests, and snorted as he set her in the running tub. "You think I'm going to let us stink of puke all day, Rabbit? Come on, I'll wash you up, then you're going to lay around for the rest of the day, ok?"
The hurling had made her ache all over from the muscle spasms that always accompanied such a rapid eviction of the contents of her stomach, so Usagi could only nod and relax into his embrace when he joined her and wrapped her in his arms. "Sorry," she said for the second time.
"Rabbit, I've gotten so drunk in the past that it's not the first time I've gotten puke in my lap." He didn't speak again until he was through washing her, except to give her gentle commands to turn or tip her head back or brush her teeth, but when she was simply cradled in his lap once more, he sighed. "You don't want to get married, do you? That's what's got you so scared."
Part of it, yes, so it wasn't a complete lie when she nodded slightly. "I'm sure I'll feel better in a few weeks." That was true too, according to Broly.
"You're a good woman, Rabbit… and I was wrong. You're very mature for your age. The things you handle for your kingdom and your mother… your willingness to marry without complaint for the good of your people…" Turles huffed and shook his head. "I didn't mean a word of it, you know."
"No… I didn't know," she replied stiffly, suddenly angry with him. "But if you were trying to push me away, it worked wonders." Usagi took in the sadness in his eyes and slumped a little. "But I forgave you for it. Still, though… I shouldn't be in here, Turles. I'm promised to another." With that, she carefully extracted herself from his arms and pulled a towel out of her subspace to dry herself, but he was already following her out and dried her with his ki.
He nearly extended an invitation to his bed, but the look in her eyes told him she'd flatly refuse it. "Come on, let's tuck you in and I'll cook you something light to help settle your stomach."
Usagi let him do that much, holding still while he helped her into a thin nightgown and submitting to being coddled like a child while he fluffed the pillows under her head and tucked her in tightly. His beast was clearly in total control, and she wondered while he was in the kitchen if his beast could smell the fact that she was carrying his child. It would certainly explain his current behavior.
In the kitchen, Turles was fixing her some bread and soup, with a side of raw vegetables to nibble on if she thought she could handle them. "What?" He grunted into his scouter when it went off. The sight of the prince made him pale a little but he managed to keep it together and seem annoyed by the interruption. "Highness?"
"You'll be making port at the closest available planet, Turles, understand?"
The sight of a hint of worry in Vegeta's eyes made him cut the burner off on the stove and give the prince his full attention. "The closest planet is a week out of the way, but I'll go ahead and make the proper adjustments if you really think it's necessary, Highness. What happened?" He asked as he strode to the bridge and punched in some new coordinates into the auto-pilot.
"You're being tailed. Very discreetly, from what I've heard, but tailed just the same. Word has it that the little Earth prince decided to follow you. He even has some of his guards in tow to help him take my sister from you if he can manage to board your ship." Vegeta worried his lip and sighed a bit. "There's more. I'll inform Usagi shortly, but her engagement to Broly is off. Our cousin and Broly… well, let's just say some biting was involved when he got a little too riled over some unwanted male attention she was receiving."
"She didn't want to mate with him anyway," Turles said without even thinking. "She's worked herself up over it so badly that she's making herself sick. She even puked on me an hour ago."
"Damn." Vegeta frowned at that and sighed. "I would have chosen another male for her if she'd spoken up. Damn it, Rabbit," he muttered under his breath. "Any ideas, Turles? I need an Elite or someone of noble blood to get Endymion off her case. What?" He asked when the pirate growled a little.
"She shouldn't be forced to marry anyone, Vegeta. It's not fair to her."
"And what do you care?" He asked slowly, fixing his eyes on Turles in a completely new light. "I don't think I like the interest you're suddenly taking in my sister's welfare, Turles."
With the save of the century, Turles rolled his eyes and huffed in impatience. "I have an interest in my fucking clothing, Highness. I don't know if you're into that sort of thing, but I've never found being hurled on arousing in the slightest. I was merely stating that it's not fair to force her to mate with anyone, even to spare her from being annoyed by that weak little prince. Hell, she'll be on Vegeta-sai; can't you just surround her in Elite guards or something?"
"Until May, yes. Then she'll be transported back to the moon for her birthday coronation and it'll be out of my hands for the most part. She'll be a queen then, capable of making her own choices. At least where Saiyan law is concerned. So right now I'm trying to do what's best for her and spare her having to deal with that jackass. If she mates with a Saiyan warrior, she'll have a guard in her bed and by her side every day. Hence, my previous choice. No one would fuck with Broly's mate and hope to live."
"True… but no one would fuck with her period if she were mated to any alpha. He wouldn't have to be Elite or of royal blood. Hn… Kakarot's pretty—"
"NO! Damn it, I will not lose another sister to the House of Bardock, Turles, so don't even mention your little brother's name again!" Vegeta snapped.
So much for warming Vegeta up to the idea of a member of his own family mating with his sister. Eh, what did he expect, anyway? If he gave in to his beast and took Usagi, it was going to be one hell of a screaming fest… if not a downright ass-kicking from the crown prince. "Just a suggestion," he said with a shrug. "Look, I can't talk and set coordinates at the same time, Highness. Call your sister and maybe all of this will settle her stomach."
"Fine." Click.
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"Geta? What's wrong?" Usagi asked as soon as she answered the scouter and saw her brother's troubled expression.
"Broly has mated with Minako. Someone propositioned her while he was escorting her, his beast flew off the handle, and he bit her and ran off with her. The engagement's off." The naked look of relief on Usagi's face filled Vegeta with guilt over the whole thing. "You could have told me you didn't want to mate with him, you know. I would have found someone more to your liking."
"Oh, like who!? Everyone you'd approve is Elite or royalty from another planet, Geta! And other than Broly or the House of Bardock—whom I know you wouldn't let me mate with—they're all way too old for me!"
Turles's words came back to him, and Vegeta sighed heavily and rested his head on his fist for a moment. "Alright, fine. We'll widen the playing field, so long as Endymion doesn't wind up snagging you. But if I do this… we scratch out all foreign royalty, understand?"
"So… the only choice I have is with a Saiyan, then," Usagi sighed.
"My only requirement is that he has to be an alpha, you understand me? I won't have you mated to some sissy boy. And preferably a higher than average power level, alright?" Vegeta added with a little groan of frustration.
"That's it…? He just has to be an alpha?" Usagi beamed when Vegeta nodded. "Thank you, Geta. I'm sure I'll be able to think of a suitable match by the time I land. Could I at least have a chance to land on Vegeta-sai and socialize with a few warriors before I make a decision? I don't really know anyone outside of the royal guards."
"I'll make discreet arrangements for you to meet anyone you wish."
"Or… why not just hold a try-out for the Elite, Geta? I'm sure plenty of warriors would come just for the honor to compete." She smiled happily when he grunted and smirked at her and knew she'd come up with an excellent idea.
"Perfect, little Rabbit. I'd been thinking about expanding the Elite anyway for when you're crowned queen; I was going to send a squad back to the moon with you." Vegeta rubbed his hands together in anticipation; he'd felt helpless during the last month or so while she'd been in transit and there had been nothing for him to do in order to protect her. "Oh, and Turles said you were feeling under the weather. Hopefully you'll be getting better, now?"
Usagi nodded and smiled, hoping that Vegeta wouldn't see through the lie. "Thank you, Geta. I'll eat something and take a nap and hopefully I'll be a hundred percent better in the morning."
She'd just hung up when Turles entered, carrying a tray, and she felt her heart flutter at the sight of him. Any male, so long as he was an alpha Saiyan warrior. And of course, 'not of the House of Bardock' was implied, but Vegeta hadn't actually stipulated that condition, so… "Geta said that he spoke with you?"
"Yeah. Did he tell you we're being tailed by Endymion?" The way she paled answered his question and he sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair away from her face. "Don't worry, Rabbit. He won't even touch you, I swear it. We're diverting our course to Kanassa; it'll put us behind by about two weeks total, but your brother requested that we make port somewhere. I'm hoping one of the faster ships will meet us there and we can just kill the little asshole and be done with it. In fact, I'll call Kakarot, see if he's perfected that teleporting thing he was working on. Maybe he can just meet us there."
"You could easily take him," Usagi pointed out.
"Yes, I could. But I would prefer to have someone there to watch your back to make sure one of his guards doesn't snag you while I'm killing the little prick. You don't want to see what my beast would do to someone trying to steal you like that, Rabbit." Turles handed her the bowl of soup then and kissed her gently. "By the way, I also know that your engagement's off. And I'd like to make everything up to you properly once you're feeling better."
"But, Turles, I—" A kiss cut her off and she blushed despite how short and surprisingly sweet it was. "We probably shouldn't," she whispered, trying to resist how charming he could be when he put forth a little effort. She had to call someone, had to find out if sex would hurt the baby, and also needed to go down to the med lab while Turles was asleep to confirm for sure that she was carrying his child. She sighed a little and shook her head, realizing that she was going to have to bring Ami into the fold as well.
Turles took that shake of the head and the sigh as a rejection and couldn't help but pang of hurt that ran through him. A bit of my own medicine, he privately sighed. She no longer loves you or trusts you, even if she is attracted to you. Maybe he could fix that, but he knew it would take time.
Well, at least now he had an extra two weeks with which to work.
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Usagi bore Turles's hovering as patiently as she could, but when he tried to climb into bed with her she flatly refused, trying her very best not to back down from kicking him out when she saw the pain in his eyes. If she hadn't needed to sneak out in the middle of the night she would have let him stay.
Another call from Vegeta kept her from tiptoeing out, and she mustered as much patience as possible when he pulled out a list. "Let me guess? You're going to interrupt my short-lived relief to give me a list of possible suitors?"
"Hey, what else if I'm good for if not annoying you?" He asked with a tiny grin. "So… I was thinking and—"
"So that's what I smelled burning all the way out here in space."
"Smartass. I knew I should have never taught you how to sass people. Now… Nappa. He's more than qualified to lead as a king and—" The look of utter disgust on his sister's face stopped him short. "Oh come on, he's not that bad."
"He's old enough to be my great-grandfather. And… he's bald," she added with a wrinkle of her nose.
"Toma? He's handsome, strong and— what!? Come on, Usa! Don't shoot every single candidate down!" Vegeta chastised her.
"Old enough to be my grandfather. Though he is a good-looking man. But no, Geta. A little younger? Please?"
"Mako mated with Bardock and he's Toma's age," Vegeta grumbled.
"Makoto also likes older men, Vegeta. I really don't. I mean… older is fine, just… not old enough for him to already have grandchildren, ok? And preferably no one that already has children that are my own age! Yeesh!"
Vegeta ground his teeth, his jaw twitching as he went to the very bottom of the list. "Gohan?"
Holy shit. Had Vegeta actually added a member of Bardock's house to the list? Usagi blinked at that and thought it over. "He's gorgeous and a very adept warrior. But we're just not compatible, Geta. I mean… he likes school. Think about it."
"Please tell me that you don't want Kakarot, at least." Usagi's laughter ringing through the air made him sag in relief. "Ok, so long as you don't want him, we're ok." The prince folded up the list and stuck it in his armor before studying her face carefully. "You're looking much better, baby sister."
"Feeling better, honestly. What about you? Not too stressed about all of this, are you?" She asked gently. "I'm sorry I've been so much trouble, Gee-Gee."
"It's not your fault that that bag of dicks tried to kidnap you to Earth and force you to marry him. And I'll be just fine once you're here on Vegeta-sai, surrounded by as much muscle as I can assign to you." He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "I'll call you again in the morning, I'm starting to get a headache, girl. You rest up and sleep in; tell Turles I ordered you to do so."
"Thanks, Gee-Gee. Night." Usagi blew him a kiss then signed off as she slid out of the bed and snuck down to the med lab, where she closed the soundproofed door and immediately called Ami.
A wild-looking princess of Mercury answered, her hair messy and— "Ami, are you wearing make-up?"
Ami immediately blushed and shrugged a little bit. "I wanted to look nice for someone. That's not a crime, is it?"
"You always look gorgeous to me, r'sha," a deep voice rumbled off-screen.
Usagi blanched at first, then turned bright red, then grinned like a Cheshire cat at the sound of that very familiar voice. "Sissy… are you with Nappa by any chance?" She was glad for the soundproofed room when Ami's eyes widened and she couldn't help but laugh her ass off at the idea. "D—Does Nappa know that G—Geta just tried to hook me up with him!?" She cackled hysterically.
The look of anger on Ami's face surprised Usagi and she stopped giggling immediately. "Oh, don't worry, Ami! He's all yours, I swear it!"
The princess of Mercury sighed with relief and the sound of Nappa purring in comfort to her could be heard over the scouter. "We were already worried enough as it is about how Geta and Father would react to me being mated without their consent. We were going to tell them soon, but…" She shrugged. "We didn't want to add to their stress by telling them that I was mated. Not after how they had to spirit you away from Endymion." She glanced at the clock and suddenly narrowed her eyes at her little half-sister. "Why are you calling so late?"
It was Usagi's turn to pale and she shook her head. "Um… mind asking Nappa to leave the room? It's um… a bit of a delicate matter."
"I'm fully mated to him, Usa. He'll know anyway. And if it's a secret, Nappa won't tell; so long as you keep our secret, too."
Usagi nodded and sighed. "Please don't freak out, but… I'm in love with Turles—" She paused and waited through the expected expletives from her new brother-in-law and the gasp of shock from her sister before continuing. "—and I need you to tell me how to work the body scanner in the med lab."
Ami immediately caught on and nodded. "When was your last menstrual cycle? Have you been keeping track as I told you to?"
"Yeah… I'm over two weeks late and I'm throwing up all the time. Broly said that I was probably about a month along," Usagi informed her sullenly, wiping at her eyes. "Turles doesn't know, so… so please don't tell him. We… we had a really big fight two weeks ago and we're only beginning to patch things up."
"Bunny rabbit," Nappa cut in, taking the scouter from his mate, "will he do the right thing by you? And does Vegeta know?"
"I think he will… and no, please don't tell Geta. Nappa, if he finds out, it's going to be bad enough… but if he finds out and Turles and I aren't mated… I mean, he already bit me the first time, and no, I am not telling you how that wound up happening in the first place. Let's just say it was a huge accident and that it honestly was my total fault." She got quiet then as looked Nappa in the eye. "Then I told him I loved him a few days later and he freaked out," she whispered sadly. "He apologized later, though," she added quickly when she caught a glimpse of murder in the bald warrior's eyes. "We're working it out… and I'll find the right time to tell him about the baby. I just want to confirm it with the scanner first."
"You also don't want to feel like you're tying him down," Nappa stated with knowing disgust. "Stupid, immature, irresponsible space pirate… I swear I'm going to have a word with Bardock before this is all over. Turles will get bent over his father's knee before this is said and done with, Usa."
"Don't you dare!" She snarled, showing her teeth in a Saiyan display she'd learned from her brother. "No one touches him, or I swear I'll make you all very sorry! Now put my sister back on the line before I start yelling at you for real, Nappa."
"He meant well," Ami said softly when she came back on the screen. "Nappa loves you like a little sister, Usa. He just doesn't want anyone taking advantage of you or dishonoring you. And I'll only say it once, but Turles needs to take some responsibility, especially if you're pregnant. You say the initial encounter was your fault? I'm assuming you accidentally set off his beast or something and I believe you… but it still took two people to make that baby."
Her little rant over, she proceeded to instruct Usagi on how to work the body scanner, and soon enough the screen across the room was showing a bunch of stuff that the moon princess couldn't translate. "Yes, Usa," Ami sighed. "There it is, right there. You're definitely carrying his child… and I can't be a hundred percent sure, but gestation does seem to be about four or five weeks along. You likely conceived during that very first time."
"He'd said I was in heat," Usagi whimpered.
"Well, there you go, bunny rabbit," Nappa rumbled off camera. "At least now we know a little about what set his beast off, at any rate."
"You should go ahead and tell him, Usa. You won't be able to hide the symptoms for more than a couple more weeks. Turles is a big guy… not as big as Nappa, but you remember how early Mako showed with Kale. She was only about six weeks along and I could tell… to the untrained eye, though… maybe you've got another month or so. Saiyan boys are some big little guys, and since he's half-Saiyan, you'll only carry him for about six months."
"It's a boy, then?" Usagi whispered, her hand protectively curling around her flat abdomen.
"That's what the readout says. Boys develop their tails much sooner than girls, so it's probably picking up the growth on his rear." Ami tried for a smile and managed to wink at her little sister. "We can race, if you'd like. My due date is only two weeks before yours, Usa."
"Ami!? You're going to have a baby, too!?" Usagi squealed when Ami nodded and blushed, and suddenly had the answer to the other question she'd wanted to ask. "So… sex? It's safe…?"
"If Turles wants to mate you—and he should after knocking you up," Nappa added with a growl, "then yes, it's safe. His beast won't let him take you roughly. And bunny rabbit? If he doesn't mate you, I'll be getting in line behind your brother and Broly to smear his blood all over the walls."
As you said Ana… fee fi fo fum… I smell the blood of a Bardock's son! :P Poor Turles, he now has a giant flashing neon target on his neck… and chest… and forehead… and yes, definitely on his dick. I'm sure the boys will disintegrate that first. Whew! And God, this story is getting LOOOOONG.