So! It's my birthday! And I decided to go ahead and post one of my OTPs! And I'm sorry that this chapter took so long, but this is hands down my FAVORITE chapter so far, including the Part 2 for it (yes, it's in 2 parts because it's LONG—like Bardock's cock) so I was a bit of a stickler for perfection. So, R&R and I'll get the next chapter up soon!

There was a roaring in Bardock's ears as he regained consciousness, his hands flexing in the soil of Jupiter, his eyes cracking open to view the lightning crackling and forking across the sky as he pushed up and tried to find purchase to shove himself to his feet. "Heu… tapa'or sh…"

He remembered the sight of her flinging lightning bolts and punches and kicks like some kind of Saiyan goddess of destruction and vengeance, her green eyes flashing with fury just before she'd come at him at a full charge. Few dared to come at a Saiyan general like that, let alone with such utter fearlessness in their eyes, and he vaguely recalled feeling an unfamiliar tugging… "F'ri," he groaned softly as that gaze locked with his once more and he felt another shock send him to his knees just as he'd been about to stand.

And there it was again. Gods damn it all to the seven bowels of hell and back. "Hi'sha," he breathed in wonder and surprise, his voice carried away by the wind and absorbed by the storm around him and the sounds of his men fighting the soldiers of Jupiter. "Tapa…"

He heard her barking out an order at a fast clip in her native language, and Bardock could only blink in surprise up at her and let the scouter placed in his hand hang limply on his thumb, his eyes still locked to hers in wonder.

The pull. He'd felt the pull. The fucking pull.

And he'd felt it for the enemy.

An enemy that had flawlessly bested him in a fair fight.

"Put it on," she growled down at him, pointing to the scouter, knowing that he couldn't understand a single word she said. "NOW!"

G'in, k'sha m'yo, Bardock thought, barely keeping the thought from leaping to his lips and sounding like a plea from the mouth of a green trainee. He donned the tech then and turned it on, and when he suddenly understood the tall, gorgeous warrior queen of Jupiter he couldn't stop himself from purring.

"Do you surren—damn it, why are you purring!? And stop looking at me like that or I will rip your fucking eyes from your goddamned Saiyan head!" She snarled down at him. "Now… do you surrender!? …or do you choose an honorable death in battle?"

Something in his brain thankfully whirred to life then and the sounds of Bardock's men shouting, screaming, dying… came to his ears. "I ask quarter for my men."

"And you?"

"Spare my men and you may do with me as you will, my queen." Yeah, like he'd be able to actually stop her if she decided otherwise… but she didn't know that. He was genuinely hers to do with as she wished, but for the sake of his men, he would pretend that his beast would actually allow him to defy her.

The queen looked momentarily surprised, but she recovered quickly and nodded. "Done. Call the ceasefire."

Doing as he was told, Bardock voice-commanded the scouter to link with every other scouter on the planet and immediately gave the order. "This is General Bardock. Defend only. Do not attack. Surrender as soon as it is safely possible and do not offer any resistance. Stand by for further orders… and if you do not receive them, it has been an honor fighting by your side." He turned off the intercom then and looked back up to the queen, waiting patiently for whatever might come next.

"You're a Saiyan general, so I make my previous offer again out of respect for your people's battle traditions. Will you die honorably in battle, Saiyan? Or will you be taken alive?"

Take me, my queen. Hard, sweaty and often. "You bested me fairly in battle, my queen, and I felt the pull for you." Her surprise, followed by the flicker of anger in her eyes made Bardock's lips twitch upwards in brief amusement. "I am your prisoner," he said flatly, offering his hands up, wrists together, fingers curled inwards, making his posture as submissive as possible for an alpha Saiyan male. "Furthermore, I defect to you and seek political asylum."

The anger was back in her eyes full force, and Bardock fully expected her to kill him right then and there, but she only snagged one of his wrists and jerked him up onto his feet with a level of physical strength that amazed him, her green eyes burning up into his furiously. "Defect my ass," she hissed out. "Shackle him and put him in a cell," the queen barked out to one of her commanders before giving Bardock a little shove.

He watched her stalk back out onto the battlefield then, her posture fearless and her head high as her hands were engulfed once more in crackling electricity, the lightning rod on her tiara rising into the air.

Gods… she was beauty personified.

Heh… and I'm all hers, too, Bardock mused as he felt himself being shackled.

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The feeling of drowning was what woke him from a fitful bout of sleep, and Bardock sputtered and groaned softly as he groggily opened his eyes to stare up at a tall man dressed in the garb of a Jovian general. He was also holding what had been a full bucket of water in his hands, which explained why Bardock was utterly soaked to the skin. "You must be Nephrite," he huffed out in Saiyan. "A pleasure. They said you'd be coming to interrogate me."

The red-haired man huffed and dug in his pocket for a moment before fitting an earpiece into his own ear first, and then into Bardock's, and he seemed momentarily surprised by the Saiyan general's lack of resistance when he came within range of an attack. "I forgot you didn't speak Solarian. Now… let's get down to business. I want information."

"I am at Queen Makoto's command. You have but to ask your questions," Bardock replied automatically.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be singing a different tune by the end of this," Nephrite replied doubtfully. "But I'll start off easy. Your name and rank."

"You already know it, warrior, but I am Bardock, General of the Saiyan Elite, Third Division."

"And your lieutenants, their names?"

Bardock choked a bit at that, but his beast compelled him to answer though the general managed to finagle a small compromise with it. "Your assurance that they will not be harmed?"

"The queen has already agreed to your terms, Saiyan. Your warriors are being treated well, considering that they're prisoners of war," Nephrite snapped, clearly unhappy that they were being treated practically as guests rather than former enemies. "Now answer the question or I start shocking the hell out of your chains."

"No need for threats, boy," Bardock snarled, his tail thrashing angrily. "I merely care about my squad and would prefer to see them come to no harm; I'm sure you'd feel the same about your comrades. Their names are Toma, Fasha, Borgos and Shugesh. They all survived?" He asked hopefully.

"The first two, yes." When the chained Saiyan closed his eyes and looked at the floor, Nephrite bit his tongue to keep from saying something disrespectful about the deceased and allowed Bardock his moment of grief. Even if they'd been enemies, Nephrite was Jovian, and Jovians didn't speak badly of the honored dead, no matter which side they'd been on.

"They fell honorably in battle?" Bardock finally whispered.

"Yes. Their bodies were burned on the pyres that were constructed at Mako's insistence," Nephrite answered simply, his tone confessing yet another point that he'd disagreed with the queen on.

"A good death then," the general sighed. "And their souls have been returned to the gods. I thank you for that, Nephrite. I would have you thank your queen for me as well if she will not come to hear my gratitude in person."

"She'll be down shortly, I wager, even though she's supposed to be resting. Now… out of the nine queens, who has been taken captive, and where are they located?"

Right to the good questions, apparently. "To my knowledge, Mercury and Venus have been taken. Venus had been captive for only a day when we were given the orders to break from the fleet and strike Jupiter. Mercury for nearly two weeks, if I recall correctly. And there was a rumor about one of my brats being commissioned to kidnap Mars. There was also some hair-brained scheme similar to that involving Uranus, but Nappa and I laughed hysterically over that one and it was immediately canceled."

"You were on Uranus during the last siege attempt there?" Nephrite inquired curiously.

"Gods, yes!" Bardock chuckled; sure, he was in chains, but the memory of Uranus was downright hilarious. "I swear that woman is at least half-Saiyan with the way she fights, and if she wasn't mated to Neptune, she'd have our warriors falling at her feet and begging her to take them to her bed."

"A few of them did," a female voice snorted at the doorway, and both men looked up to find the queen of Jupiter leaning against the cell door, dressed in a modest nightgown, her chestnut curls unbound and flowing to her waist. "Haruka promptly kicked them all in the balls before she killed them… but I heard that her cheeks were as red as the Great Eye as she did so," she added with a wry little smile.

"My queen," Nephrite and Bardock said in unison, both of them bowing their heads, followed by an annoyed glare from the former to the latter. "While I'm not surprised to see you, you should be in bed at this hour, Mako," Nephrite added when the queen moved closer.

"Couldn't sleep," she admitted, not once taking her eyes from the warrior trussed up against the wall. "And as I recall, Nephrite, you haven't slept in two days, so don't even start. Now," Makoto continued as she turned her back on her own general to approach her prisoner fearlessly, "you gave the names of your lieutenants, but I'm far more interested in your superiors and their current locations."

"General Paragus, Second Division," Bardock replied immediately, locking his eyes to the queen's, relishing the familiar tug in his stomach as she flinched in response. "He was between Neptune and Pluto, the last I knew. General Nappa, First Division—I think he was heading out to check the perimeter on Saturn, but he was with the king the last time we spoke, giving him a full report about the heavy casualties we took on Uranus. Both the crown prince and his son are on the flagship as well."

"And Broly…?" Mako asked with a touch of trepidation in her voice.

Bardock couldn't suppress a tiny grin at that; even most Saiyans spoke Broly's name in that same tone of awe-filled dread, hesitating to speak the name for fear that to do so would summon the man himself. "The boy was still on Earth as far as I knew. Only the king himself and Broly's father can command him—and even then, their commands are more akin to polite requests— so I haven't been privy to any information regarding his movements."

The queen of Jupiter studied him for a moment—a moment that felt like a century—before finally nodding once. "He's telling the truth, Nephrite. Let him down and we'll get him a meal as a reward for his cooperation."

"I refuse to release him in your presence, Mako," Nephrite replied quickly, flinching only briefly under her glare before standing his ground. "I will not risk you so carelessly, Majesty."

"Just because I'm dressed for bed and not for the battlefield doesn't make me any less dangerous, Nephrite," Mako scoffed.

"But Majesty, you shouldn't—"

"ENOUGH!" She barked out, angrier at being contradicted in front of a captive than the fact that Nephrite was questioning her at all. Gods, above! He'd been in her service for years and had even been her lover until a decade ago, so surely he would know better than to challenge her judgment in front of an enemy!

"Koto," Bardock grunted when the queen moved to let him down, "I bend to your will, but your general is charged with your safety. Even though I'm no threat to you, someone else might be in the future and you'd do well to heed his advice."

"And if you want to keep your head, Saiyan, you'll stop trying to give me any," Makoto replied gruffly as she uncoupled the link in the chain that kept him pinned to the wall, feeling a flash of guilt and concern for the way he crumpled onto the floor. Apparently his legs hadn't been taking any of his weight as it had appeared.

Bardock was unfazed, though, and only looked up at her, his black eyes deadly serious. "The only thing that comes before my obedience to you is my desire to keep you safe, my queen." Her suspicious surprise made him sigh, but he gratefully accepted a hand up from Nephrite as the general stepped in front of the queen when she attempted to offer him aid. "I felt the pull for you, my queen, as I said… and you bested me in battle. I am yours to command with the only exception being something that might put you in danger."

"Sounds like you and Nephrite are going to get along splendidly then," Mako snorted in amusement. "Since he's always scorning my plans to leap headfirst into battle with naught but my socks on."

"Your enemies would all cower before your beauty and fall to worship your stocking clad feet, my queen," Bardock chuckled wearily as soon as Nephrite had dumped him into a chair at a table nearby. "Against the Saiyan Elite, it would likely be your best strategy for winning any and all future battles."

"You said you felt the pull," Nephrite interjected. "Wouldn't you feel jealous if Mako was to walk out naked?"

"Yes, but she is my queen, and such a thing wouldn't put her in danger. If anything, it would help her cause. I know that if she'd walked out in the nude, she wouldn't have needed to knock me unconscious; I would have surrendered immediately." Bardock couldn't help but grin a bit when the queen blushed brightly and turned away, holding up her nose in a dignified fashion, but all of his attention was turned towards the door when it opened and he smelled food, his tail perking up and waving in delight.

But when he saw the amount of food coming his way, he could only stare incredulously, even when the massive tray was set in front of him and nowhere else. "All of this is for me?"

"I know how you Saiyans eat," Makoto informed him with a wave towards the tray. "I've been helping in the kitchen during mess when all of your warriors come down for their meals. Go on, eat. I might be fairly creative when it comes to torturing Saiyan warriors, but starving one is something I've never been able to bring myself to do."

Ignoring Nephrite's attempt at an intimidating posture, Bardock gave the queen a respectful nod. "I am very grateful for this, my mate."

"She's not your mate," Nephrite snapped.

"And even more grateful for the treatment of my men, both the living and the dead," Bardock continued as he ignored the Jovian general.

"I only treated them as I would want my sisters and my own men treated," Mako responded diplomatically before giving Nephrite a look that told him to can it and a little wave for him to go stand at the door.

Her general didn't like that one bit since he was just out of earshot, and he liked it even less when he caught her speaking a few words in Saiyan, but he did as he was told to avoid getting yelled at again.

"R'en au t'uh, ge?"

Bardock blinked at that for a moment and answered simply and honestly. "Au. Kio m'yo t'uh au, ve'sh m'yo."

"F'ri," Mako chuckled. "Au t'uh v'nu ad…?"

Oh, she was offering further accommodations, apparently. "F'ri, d'in m'yo, ve'sh m'yo. M'eh en." Bardock briefly wondered if she'd allow him to call his sons, but after a moment's thought he dismissed the idea. No, not only would the request seem awfully suspicious, but it would likely be denied anyway and it wouldn't serve him any good to ask, be denied, and garner less sympathy from his intended mate. It could wait a couple of days, once she'd come to trust him a bit more.

"I'll leave you to your meal, then, Commander Bardock. I'll also see that you're allowed to properly bathe and then sleep a full eight hours—you'll still be shackled in the ki dampeners, of course, but you'll be a lot more comfortable than you would be while chained to a wall." Mako stood then, and she managed to hold her ground when Bardock also rose from his seat and approached her slowly, making sure not to let it show that she felt a tiny trickle of fear running down her spine when he suddenly reached out.

But he only took her hand in his—garnering several insistent protests from Nephrite in the process—and Makoto felt a blush creeping into her cheeks when the tertiary general of the Saiyan armada kissed her inner wrist. "You are as generous as you are beautiful, my queen," Bardock rumbled against her skin. "I swear on my tail that you have my loyalty, but if it makes you feel safe, I won't complain about the chains. You'll see in time that I'm no threat to this planet or its people, least of all to you."

There was no need to draw her hand out of Bardock's grasp right then; he'd just kissed her pulse a second time and had caused her to turn even redder when Nephrite snatched him back forcefully and shove him back down in his chair. "Touch the queen again and electrocution will be the least of your worries," he warned him.

"Nephrite, shut up," Mako snorted before turning her back on both of them and heading towards the door. "I wasn't in any danger, so stop acting like a jealous asshole. I'm going to bed, see that he gets a bath and adequate sleeping arrangements."

"Yes, my queen," came a sputtered but obedient reply.

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It had been two whole days since he'd seen the queen, but her general had followed her orders to the letter and he'd been well-treated during his little vacation in the dungeons; he'd received rations adequate for a Saiyan warrior as well as a daily shower or bath—whichever he preferred—and while his bed was a bit lumpy, he'd slept on far worse while on campaign.

And while he wanted desperately to see her again, to hear her voice and breathe in her scent, Bardock didn't dare to voice that desire since Nephrite never ceased giving him the stink-eye. Something told him that one mention of Makoto or the pull would only earn him a sound thrashing, and that the general would happily be the one to dish it out and then report it as an accident. "Dead men tell no tales, Saiyan," he'd reminded him more than once.

Bardock would have been happy to have risen to the challenge, but the fact remained that he'd promised the queen that he'd behave and cooperate—hell, even if his beast would have allowed him to pound on Mako's closest advisor, the ki dampening cuffs he wore would have still ensured a swift defeat at the hands of his jailers.

But it was all worth reining in his temper when one of his babysitters came in suddenly and pointed towards the wall… and the chains that he hadn't been forced to wear since he'd last seen Mako.

All but running towards the iron shackles, Bardock felt something akin to glee and couldn't keep his eager smile from cracking through as a little smirk when he heard them snap shut around his wrists and ankles. And then he smelled her and practically melted in the restraints, his purr rolling loud and deep at the first whiff of roses and cookies. "Ve'sh m'yo," he sighed, his eyes slipping shut.

"Don't 've'sh m'yo' me," the voice he so desperately wanted to hear snapped out angrily.

His eyes confirmed what his ears had heard when he opened them, and while he wanted nothing more than to just gaze at her longingly and pray for her to show him some kind of favor, Bardock recognized the way the air was humming with electricity and how her green eyes were sparking savagely.

Wow… apparently she was ready to kill him.

"I would like to know what I've done wrong, Majesty?" He managed patiently. "Because as far as I know, I've been down here for three days and cut off from all contact with my people… so if you're about to blame me for something I haven't done…?"

"I'm blaming you because it was your men, Saiyan!" Mako snarled as she approached him with her fists balled up at her sides and streaks of lightning crackling around her wildly.

I have never in my life been so fucking terrified and horny at the same time, Bardock thought in surprise. "My men?" He managed when she came without touching distance, glaring up at him and somehow simultaneously making him feel shorter despite their height difference. "My queen, I don't want to contradict you, but if I gave Fasha and Toma an order, I know without a doubt that they've followed it to the letter."

"They have," she snapped, "which is why I'm not taking you outside for a swift execution!" Not to mention the fact that the moment she'd thought of doing just that, she'd been overcome by the strongest sense of grief she'd ever felt in her life. Just the mere idea of hurting him made her want to cry, especially after that extremely erotic dream she'd had about him the night she'd come downstairs to interrogate him. But he didn't need to know that, and Makoto thanked her years of experience as the queen of a warrior people when her voice and glare didn't falter for an instant.

"Ve'sh m'yo, mah'ni… but… I'm very, very confused," Bardock sighed. "You say that my men have done something, but you also say that Fasha and Toma have followed my orders."

Getting her temper under control, Mako managed to ground the lightning swirling around her before answering his question. "There was a rebellion amongst the third-class warriors, and several of my men were killed as a result." She'd expected annoyance from him, maybe even a little chuckle over his men one-upping hers, or even a hint of fear from him at the thought of being punished for what had happened, but the mixture of rage and worry that instantly filled his black eyes floored her.

"Were you harmed!?"

The queen of Jupiter could only blink at that question in surprise once the translator in her ear had done its job, but she finally shook her head in reply when she felt his eyes looking her over for any sign of injury. "You really did feel the pull for me, didn't you? Fuck me running."

"And you for me, but that isn't the point right now. Unchain me, my queen," he ground out angrily. "Leave the ki cuffs on if you will, since I'll only need temper and muscle to put those disobedient puppies in their graves." When she didn't respond, Bardock rattled the chains and tipped his head towards the door. "My queen, I'm serious; I would deal with dissension in my own ranks the Saiyan way."

"It's already been dealt with," she muttered, blushing slightly as she recalled just how it had been dealt with, most of the fire leaving her eyes thanks to the fact that he had been concerned for only her. It was definitely not the reaction she'd been expecting.

"Toma and Fasha executed the rebels," Bardock guessed, grinding his teeth as he rattled his chains a bit. "I'd still ask you to release me long enough to put the rest of them in their places, ve'sh m'yo. If I do it now and lay down the law, it will prevent any more issues or needless deaths."

"No, that isn't necessary," Mako insisted, visibly less agitated as she absorbed the lightning crackling around her. "Your lieutenants handled it adequately, and I apologize for losing my temper when you had nothing to do with the uprising, Bardock."

"I would still handle the rest of the third-class warriors myself," he insisted. "Please, Koto, you can leave the cuffs on me somehow and let me address my men, and then I won't have to worry about you as much as I would otherwise."

"No, Saiyan. I'm sorry, but I don't trust you," the queen of Jupiter uttered with a touch of embarrassment, blushing at the lie. Truth be told, she trusted him more than her own men, but she honestly couldn't figure out why. It likely had something to do with the pull, but if she just let him out that day, Nephrite and Motoki would pitch a hissy-fit that the people of Jupiter would talk about for years to come.

Okay, maybe just Nephrite—Motoki was too busy fighting his own urges to jump on a certain tall, handsome officer of Bardock's that had made it more than clear that Toki belonged to him. Toma had also been in a fine fit of rage over the rebellion, and had executed a dozen rebels in one ki blast when Motoki had been injured in the fray. He'd even risked getting killed by the Jovian guards when he'd rushed in and dragged the blonde advisor out over his shoulder. Fasha had been the only thing that had saved Toma—she'd jumped between them and hurriedly explained what was going on while Toma simultaneously growled and purred over a blushing, bleeding Motoki and treated his wounds.

Would Bardock have done the same for her? Or would he have just let his men kill her?

Judging by his expression when he'd asked if she'd been injured, he would have torn Heaven down from the very sky had it meant her safety. "I'm sorry, Bardock, but you're a Saiyan general," Makoto finally uttered, realizing that she'd been gazing at him thoughtfully the entire time she'd been thinking. "It'll take a while before I'm sure of your loyalty."

"Loosen my chains and I will readily prove my loyalty to you, Koto," Bardock said flatly, his voice utterly matter-of-fact. When she scoffed at that and rolled her eyes, he sighed in exasperation. "You've questioned my loyalty, yet you give me no opportunity to prove it to you. If you don't want me to go upstairs and handle my men, fine. I understand that. But don't disparage my honor and then give me no chance to prove you wrong."

Makoto thought hard about it for several moments, and deciding that he was right, she approached him fearlessly and stared him down, her face less than an inch from his. "If you try and attack me I swear to all the gods that I will fry you in those chains. Understand me, Saiyan?" Not that she thought he actually would, but she had to keep up appearances for the sake of the guards at the door, who she promptly pointed at and shooed away.

"Perfectly. I assure you that I would never try to harm you, Koto." Watching the guards leave the room, Bardock lifted a single brow in surprise, but he didn't question her actions. Apparently she really was giving him a chance to prove his loyalty if she was sending out all of the guards, leaving just the two of them in the room.

"Your Majesty," she reminded him with a hiss.

"Oh yes, my queen," he purred softly, his brain going a mile a minute over all the ways he could prove himself to her in private. "I haven't forgotten who you are; don't worry for a moment about that." Bardock waited several full seconds after she'd pulled the pin that kept him chained to the wall, and when she backed up he stepped forward and knelt directly in front of her.

His beast was making it very, very clear just how he could prove his loyalty to his queen, and now that they were alone, Bardock couldn't stop himself from thinking of all the different ways he could please her. Licking his lips in anticipation, he gazed up at her in a mixture of hope and lust, praying to the gods that he could somehow convince her that he was totally, utterly her slave. Maybe if I just explain to her how it works…

"You defeated me in battle, my mate. I am required by Saiyan custom and the very nature of my beast to submit to you in every way. What is your pleasure?" He rasped out hoarsely, his heart thundering in his chest as he slid forward on his knees, his eyes slipping shut as he pressed his mouth to the short skirt covering her sex in a slow, open-mouthed kiss.

Bardock dared to crack his eyes open as his beast purred seductively, but it kept its tail utterly still as he looked up to find her eyes as wide as saucers and a dark blush staining her cheeks. "I am yours, my queen, until I have bested you in a sanctioned courtship spar. Command me."

Her eyes still huge in shock, Mako could only choke out three words. "To do what?" She squeaked, mentally reeling at the complete turn that this conversation had taken. Oh gods, what is he doing!? Does he really mean that whole thing about submitting!? Would he actually…!?

"Anything," he whispered, his voice full of dark promise. Scenting her arousal and observing the way her hands were almost imperceptibly trembling, the Saiyan general took some initiative and dipped his eager mouth forward again, giving her another slow, lingering kiss. He paused for a moment, waiting for her to command him to stop or continue, but when no such order came he used his nose to push up her skirt, making sure to keep his hands low and submissive, pressing his mouth to her once more through the only thing concealing her bare flesh from his lips.

The queen of Jupiter was still silent except for the tiniest whimper, so after another moment of waiting for an order, Bardock's tongue slipped from his mouth to trace the cloth-covered seam of her sex, a groan erupting from his throat at the taste of the desire soaking through the fabric. Even if she was suspicious of his motives for defecting to her, her body couldn't lie; she definitely wanted him. "Tastes so good," he breathed between licks, moving his tongue slowly in his craving to savor as much as he could with every movement.

His words broke the little spell he had her under, and Bardock let out a groan of frustration when she suddenly whimpered, "stop."

"As you wish," he replied shakily, his pupils blown from arousal. His beast reined him in though and reminded him who was in charge; Makoto had defeated him in battle and taken him as prisoner, so he would do whatever she commanded of him even if she deemed him worthy of a mating mark. But it didn't mean he couldn't voice his raw need. "I want to make you come, my queen. I want to taste it," he growled. "Please don't make me stop, Koto… I need to please you."

That last statement was added with a trembling whisper and Mako stepped back, her eyes softening for a moment. "You're doing this for the lives of your men, aren't you?" She inquired in understanding. When he just stared at her in confusion she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, her cheeks still flushed from his attentions to her long-neglected sex. Damn it all to hell, how had he known that she found him sexy as hell? It had to be his sense of smell.

"You already swore that my men would be well-treated, my queen," Bardock answered simply, "and the uprising was put down before it could spread to more than a few. I trust that you won't punish them all for the foolishness of a few."

With a heavy sigh, Mako shook her head and took another step back, not missing the way his tail sagged at the increased distance. "Saiyan… what do you want?"

"I told you, my Koto. I want to serve you. To please you."

Gods, had she broken him!? Maybe the shock during the battle that had knocked him out had fucked up his brain or something… I should order an MRI… "Besides that, Saiyan. Stop parroting the whole loyalty mantra; I want to know if you want anything."

"Oh." Was she offering? "I… how are my men? My own squad in particular. Aside from them stopping the uprising, are they behaving?"

"Actually… we haven't had a single problem with them. Other than the upstarters that Toma and Fasha disposed of, you Saiyans sure can follow orders," she admitted, trying not to shiver from the way his dark eyes were still boring into her, willing her to come back and let him finish her. "They're well fed and in comfortable quarters. You're the only one chained." That truth made her sigh and wonder for the millionth time what in the hell to do with him. Was he really serious about defecting? And if he did, would his men turn on him or would they willingly follow their commander wherever he went?

"Anything I can get for you while I'm here?" She finally added after a long silence, hoping that she could leave the room soon so she could find her vibrator and take care of the ache between her thighs.

"You," Bardock sighed, uncaring that he sounded pathetic, hearing the longing in his own voice. "I can smell your arousal, my queen. If you would just let me…" He shook his head then, letting out another long, desperate sigh.

"You're serious," she finally admitted aloud. "Your beast really and truly…" Flustered, she cut herself off and just stared at him with her mouth hanging open slightly. "And there's nothing in it for you? At all?"

"Only what you see fit to give me, my queen. It's the Saiyan way. You defeated me in battle, and that makes you the dominant party. Mating between two people that haven't fought is much, much different than this, but between a male and a female who have fought a true battle with the intention of killing one another…" Bardock just shrugged at that, unsure how to explain it to someone who wasn't Saiyan. "I know it likely seems extreme to an outsider, and I probably seem pathetic to you, but—"

"You're not pathetic," Makoto snapped angrily, immediately blushing at the outburst. "It's extreme, yes, and I'll admit I'm very confused, but you're anything but pathetic, Bardock."

"Then let me please you," he stated simply and earnestly. That hope was back in his eyes as he stared up at her, but when she didn't move, Bardock dared to slide forward on his knees until his face was only an inch from her skirt. "Koto, if you won't command me or make a move yourself… perhaps you can command me to stop?" He asked softly, dipping his face to nudge the hem of her fuku up once more, a little smile playing on his lips when the scent of her arousal only got stronger and he found the cloth between her legs soaked through.

A little moan escaped Mako the moment she felt his tongue stroking over her once more, and try as she might to find the will to stop him, the words never made it to her lips. She could only brace herself against him by tangling her fingers in his hair, and when she felt him tug the cloth to the side with his fingers and lick her bared folds, she nearly collapsed on top of him. "Bardock…"

"Do you wish me… to stop?" He gasped out between slow, eager licks, his tongue dipping in to graze her clit with every stroke.

"No," Mako replied with a helpless whimper. Gods, I'm going to come, she realized suddenly. I'm already that close! "Please don't stop, Bardock!" She realized then that she had to be quiet; thank the gods that she'd been uttered that last sentence in a whimper, or the guards outside might have heard her.

Half-expecting him to tease her, Mako nearly fell over yet again when he burrowed his face further in and began to dutifully suckle her, and it took every ounce of willpower to keep from crying out in response, her body trembling from her climax as it crashed over her hard and fast. "Bardock," she whimpered before collapsing in his lap, gasping at the feeling of a bared arousal pressing against her inner thigh.

"Sorry," he grunted contritely, "my pants are a bit tight and it was starting to hurt."

"Judging by its size, I think loose pants would have been uncomfortable," Mako choked out as she got ahold of her senses and kept her body from rising up to take him inside of her. No, no, no. A million times no! He was a prisoner and this had already gone way too far to begin with!

A heated look from him and his steady purr made her blush, and Mako awkwardly scrambled out of his lap and smoothed her fuku down before fidgeting nervously at the sight of his rigid cock. "Um… uh… I probably shouldn't have… um…" Gods damn it, she didn't know what to say in such a situation! "I'd better go," she managed quickly, turning to leave, only to stop herself at the sheer disappointment in his eyes. He didn't utter a single complaint though, which only made her feel even more guilty. "Back to the wall," she suddenly ordered, her voice firm and unyielding.

"Yes, my queen," Bardock whispered, unable to keep the utter rejection out of his voice as he climbed to his feet and stuffed himself back inside of his pants, wincing at the discomfort.

"I never said to put it away."

Snapping his eyes back up to her face, Bardock gaped at the playful smirk playing on her lips, and when the queen of Jupiter licked them slowly, he bared himself once more and rushed as quickly as physically possible back to the wall, his chains clattering and clanging as he practically ran. "Yes, my queen," he said again, his mouth twitching up in a little grin.

It only took a moment to draw his chains tight once more, and once Bardock was secure, Mako threw up a shield over the door to keep anyone from coming before she approached him slowly. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she snorted in mild amusement.

"You and me both," Bardock replied honestly, his eyes still wide as he watched her lick her lips again.

"I'm not the kind of woman that leaves a man hanging after something like that," she giggled before pressing to him tightly, her hand circling his cock and moving up and down the generous length of it slowly. "Just be quiet," she breathed in his ear when he groaned and trembled against her.

"Y—yes, my queen," Bardock gasped out, clenching at his chains as he dared to dip his mouth to her neck to kiss and nibble at the lightly tanned flesh. "Shit, Koto… I… I think I'm going to…"

Makoto stopped then, and when he let out a very un-Saiyan whimper and rocked up into her hand for more, she kissed his lips a single time before pressing them to his earlobe. "Tell me, Saiyan…"

"Anything, my queen."

"Do you want to feel my mouth on you?" She whispered.

"Yes," he groaned, trying his best to keep his voice low. "Please Koto, I—"

"My queen," she reminded him with a chuckle. "I think I like that better, Saiyan."

"Please, my queen," Bardock corrected himself, his purr reaching a whole new level as she slid down and kneeled, her tongue going right to the shaft and licking it slowly, her emerald eyes never leaving his as she lightly massaged his balls with her hand and began to suck at the head. "I'm going to come soon, my queen," he warned her.

"Good," Mako breathed as she paused to answer him, her lips closing around him once more after a moment and sliding down, taking almost all of him, swirling her tongue around the head lazily as she began to bob her head.

Bardock could only tug at his chains and try not to move in the slightest, his head swimming from the pleasure overload as that warm, wet cavern continued to engulf him over and over again and her little hums of approval vibrated right down to his clenched balls. "M—My queen, I—"

He'd tried to warn her, but one long sucking motion did him in when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and Bardock stifled his cry of pleasure by biting down on his lip while he erupted inside of her and she dutifully swallowed every single drop.

It was only when he'd gone limp in his bonds but was still shivering from every slow suck she was giving him that Makoto stopped, and she licked her lips one more time before standing and kissing him a second time as she tucked him away and buttoned his fatigues. "Satisfied, Saiyan?" She breathed in his ear.

"Only if you are, my queen," he purred happily, reflecting briefly that he sounded more like his youngest son than ever. That only served to remind him of his sons, and he hesitated for a long moment before speaking, afraid that the queen of Jupiter would misinterpret the request he wanted to make.

"Bardock? Is something the matter?" Surely he wasn't upset about what they'd just done, was he? After all, he'd instigated it!

Mako noted his hesitancy and waited patiently, lifting a brow and gesturing for him to continue speaking when he just seemed troubled and worried his lower lip with his teeth. Whatever it was, he clearly thought that she'd be upset with him about it.

"…my sons," he finally managed. "I just want them to know that their old man is alive. And I wanted to know if they were alright as well. Please don't think that I'm asking because of… well… what just happened," he added with a faint blush.

That request struck a chord with the Jovian queen and she was caught between sympathy and suspicion as she mulled it over. Would he try to convey some sort of secret message to his children… or was his request simply as he stated—nothing more than a parent wanting to check in on his kids? "I'll think about it," she finally managed. "But if all of this was just an attempt to butter me up before asking me… I can promise you that I will not be a happy camper, Bardock. If you want something, just ask for it. Don't throw oral sex into the bargain; I'm not a woman that likes to play games."

"I understand, my queen," Bardock sighed, "and I swear on my tail that that isn't what just happened."

"What just happened, then?"

Noting the suspicion in her voice, Bardock just smiled wryly, unable to help himself. "The pull happened," he answered simply.

"Well, I have to admit that I enjoyed the pull a lot," she allowed as she turned towards the door, her heels clicking on the cement of the dungeon before she unshielded the door and swung it open.

"Are you finished with him, Majesty?" Nephrite asked slowly, studying the both of them in turn, giving Bardock the evil eye even though he couldn't find a hint that anything improper had happened by searching either of their expressions.

"For now," Mako snorted, nearly giving everything away as she fought down a laugh. Oh gods I'm going to make a face or laugh and he's going to know that I just nearly got laid by a prisoner. I am sooo guilty-looking I'm sure of it! "See that General Bardock is allowed up to speak with his men for an hour; he's going to make sure that we won't have to deal with another rebellion."

"Yes, my queen."

Yeah, there's actually waaaaaaay more to Mako and Bardock, but I thought this a good place to split it up! R&R and I'll have the next chapter waiting! And it won't be Mako's, that'll come after the next one!