Happy Valentine's Day! As promised, ladies! :D Especially you, Sesshy. ;)

Usagi woke to the sound of a moan, groggy and confused and overwhelmed with pleasure as it coursed through her body, and it took her more than a minute to realize that the moan had come from her due to a highly skilled tongue slowly stroking back and forth over her clit. "Raddy?" She whimpered, arching helplessly into him.

"Mmmhmm?" Raditz chuckled when she gasped something in a dead language and her hands buried themselves in his long hair as her back bowed a little and she moaned loudly.

A question had been on her lips, but it flew right out of her head to ask anything when he suddenly began to suck and she felt his tail press into her. "Holy-! Raddy, please—I think I'm—"

And then it all suddenly stopped, but before she could yell at him for ceasing the ecstasy thrumming through her, she tasted herself on his lips as he crawled up and kissed her forcefully. All thought went right out the window again when his tail took over for his mouth and he thrust into her roughly. "Want to feel it when you come," he growled into her shoulder.

"Close—don't stop—please don't stop…" She needn't have begged; combined with the way he was licking and nipping at her shoulder and the shocks of pleasure it was sending through her, his hard and demanding thrusts easily sent her hurtling right into oblivion, coming so hard that she nearly passed out.

With a low chuckle Raditz slowed down a little and sucked on her bottom lip. "Still with me, angel?"

"Uh-huuuuh…"

"Told you so."

"Huuuuh?"

"That I'd wake you up with a mind-blowing orgasm… apparently I followed through on the mind-blowing count. How many fingers am I holding up? What year is it? What's your name, sweetheart?" He teased.

"Mmm… can't tell… who cares… and Yours," she replied with a delirious little smile, her eyes still hazy as hell as she gazed up at him.

"Good answer!" Raditz laughed as he resumed hooking his hips into hers at a steady pace. "Just for that, I think I'll reward you with a few more, my angel. Unless you can't handle it…?"

"Mmm… bring it, sexy," she purred, meeting his motions with her own.

"Mine," he sighed happily as he let himself pretend, just for a little while, that she was really his and she wasn't simply trying to placate his beast with her words. Until she spoke again, anyway.

"Yours," she agreed gently as she felt herself spiraling up towards another orgasm. "All day, Raditz."

"Shut up," he groaned just before silencing another comment with his mouth, kissing her long and slow, his tongue stroking over hers in time with the flexing of his hips.

Usagi did as she was told and came within moments, nearly biting down on his tongue in reaction to the explosive orgasm, clutching at his back and digging her nails into the ruddy flesh.

"I didn't mean you had to shut up when it came to everything," he purred. "Feel free to moan my name as much as you want, angel."

Usagi did just that as he latched onto a nipple and sucked while he eased back his intensity to gently make love to her and his tail resumed playing with her clit. "Raditz… please…"

"No," he breathed as switched to her other breast, "just come for me like this, Usagi… just be mine…"

"Kay," she whimpered, totally unable to argue with him while he was giving her the best sex of her entire endless existence. "Come with me, Raddy," she gasped after she came once more with a yell and was already on her way up for another.

"Anything, angel," he groaned softly, following the cues that he knew so well as she moaned and arched into him, her body pleading for just a little more to send her roaring into one last climax. The sensation of him hardening as he quickened was what did it, and she yanked him down for an intense, throat-swabbing kiss as she bucked and stiffened in his arms, his lips muffling her yell of rapture.

Raditz was just behind her, growling and purring at the same time as he spilled into her, and he finally collapsed in an exhausted heap on top of her once he'd ridden out both of their orgasms. "I swear… it gets better every time I take you, r'sha…"

He only caught his mistake when he felt Usagi tense beneath him, and closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath. "A slip of the tongue, I promise you, angel. I won't say it again. No, don't," he added quickly when he felt her try to slide out from under him. "Forget I even said it, Usa… just… just please let me have this," he begged softly. Raditz finally looked down at her and sighed heavily when he felt her still. "Too much rum loosened my tongue, Usagi. That's all."

She didn't want to believe such a convenient lie, but for Raditz… she would. Usagi could feel his love for her pouring through the bond; that he couldn't hide from her, and she knew he'd uttered that word in complete devotion. But she'd let it go for his sake. He couldn't have her and he knew it… but she could at least give him the rest of the day.

After all, she'd lied to him once as well since their little reunion. When he'd asked if she'd been in love with him in the past and she told him no. So the least she could do in return was to spare his pride and let him think she believed the fib.

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"He loves you, you know."

Usagi turned and blinked into the darkness to finally focus on a smell rather than a man—the strong scent of rum, likely more than enough to knock out a squad of Saiyan Elite.

But not Turles. She'd learned over the day that no one went toe to toe with Raditz's little brother in a drinking contest and came out with their liver intact. "You scared the hell out of me, Turles."

"Didn't mean to. I thought your empathic abilities would have tuned you in to my presence," he chuckled in the pitch before taking another swig.

"Normally… yeah. But they're kind of cut off for now," Usagi whispered sadly. "I already know… what you said. I could feel it."

"So you're using him!?" Turles snapped out a little hotly. "You might be the Queen of the fucking Stars and everything, but it gives you no right to use my brother like a piece of fucking meat, woman!"

Wiping at the tears welling up in her eyes, Usagi yanked the bottle out of his hand—ignoring his growl—and took a healthy swallow. "I wasn't using him," she finally replied. "I… I didn't have it in me to tell him no, Turles. Even though I needed the comfort, too, I'll admit that much. But I mostly thought that maybe… I don't know… that I could honestly give him some closure. I was in love with him fifty years ago," she added so softly that he barely heard her. "Heh… honestly? It feels good to finally admit it. Raditz… he asked me about it and I lied through my teeth."

"Good. Because it would fucking kill him if he ever knew that he truly had a chance with you and that he blew it. And I'm sorry I snapped, woman."

"S'ok, honey. I would have gotten defensive over my brother, too. Just don't tell him, ok? I know that me leaving is going to break his heart a little, but… it's too late. Fifty years ago I would have been happy to be his mate, but… I don't think that's my path anymore. My crystal… I haven't told anyone, but it's been resonating with the big guy. And the crystal is never, ever wrong. I'm pretty sure he's the one, Turles. Even if he can't ever be whole again."

"You're in love with him?" Turles asked gently, passing the bottle back over to her as he tugged her down onto the couch with him.

"Falling," she admitted quietly before drinking. "I see the man he was beneath all that pain and I can't help but love what I see… but since he went into mourning over his mate, I haven't seen a glimmer of it. And the thought of that breaks my heart. I wish I knew how to fix it for him. But honestly? I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way about me. There have been a few times that have made me wonder but… I don't know. Best not to get my hopes up, right?"

"There's a way to end his mourning… but…" Turles emptied the bottle with a few large swallows and set it on the floor. "It'd be best for him to figure it out. If I don't have a copy of that book, I know Broly will. I'll make sure you get one. For now… got any more rum?"

"I have tequila," Usagi offered, pulling the bottle from her subspace. "It's just as strong as the stuff I gave you."

"Well, then it's strong enough to ease heartache, isn't it? Drink up, Usa, I'm going to get you so drunk that you won't be able to see straight."

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Usagi expected to be pinned down and snarled at when she reappeared in the house, but she only found her wild man lying in his little nest, watching the fire that burned and crackled beside him. "Hey," she sighed, "sorry I'm a little late. Raditz and Turles both insisted on making me rest before I returned."

Especially after she'd fallen into Broly in a drunken stupor, muttering something in a dead language while insisting in the same language that she wasn't even close to being drunk. The Saiyans hiding out in the building had gotten quite a laugh out of it all, including Raditz, and they'd finally dumped her in his bed to sleep it off.

Thank the gods that a transformation to Cosmos had burned off the hangover six hours later.

"Did you eat anything, big guy?"

When he grunted a negative, Usagi sighed and removed the groceries from her subspace, put it all away in the cabinets and fridge, and brought over the takeout that Broly had brought her, only to be bombarded by his grief once more as she drew near. "Broly gave me this for you, too," she offered, drawing a book out to hand it over. "It's a manual on your people, the hormones, and your inner beast. All that fun stuff you've likely forgotten," she added with an attempt at levity. Hopefully whatever the solution was that Turles had spoken of, her patient would discover it soon.

Vegeta sighed and sat up to take the book and place it with the others, not even glancing at the cover. Usagi's scent hit him the moment he looked at her though, and a growl started low in his chest, totally unbidden.

She barely managed to remain calm when he suddenly pinned her on her back and snarled in her face, but she couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes. He wasn't just mad… he was pissed, and the gold ki flames erupting around him were definitely more than intimidating. "What did I do!? Big guy!?" Her answer came when Vegeta sniffed her loudly and growled once more. "But… but I showered!"

Well, apparently that didn't matter a damned bit; he could obviously still smell Raditz's scent on her, and by the way he was reacting, he knew that Raditz had taken her to bed while she'd been gone. Usagi was surprised at her own indignant anger when she bared her teeth at him and growled right back. "You know what, big guy!? I'm sorry that I didn't quite get the smell off of me, but this is none of your business, you understand me!? And I am not about to lie here and justify my actions, either, so get off of me!"

Vegeta growled at that but released her, cutting quite the impressive figure with his blonde hair and green eyes as he ordered her to the bathroom with a point and grunt. Usagi rolled her eyes and complied, but when she returned after twenty minutes, skin pink from scrubbing and smelling like her bodywash, she only found herself pinned once more, her towel stripped, and her throat being sniffed once more. "So help me God, big guy… if you sniff my crotch like a dog… we're going to fuckin' roll," she warned him when his nose travelled to her stomach.

That moment nearly came, but Vegeta stopped just short when he smelled Raditz on her lower belly and snarled in anger, pointing to the bathroom once more. "No!" Usagi protested, "I'm clean, damn it, and I can hardly help it if Raditz managed to get his scent everywhere!" The quirk of a golden brow made her roll her eyes and sputter. "Ok, fine, I could help it, but I can't very well help the fact that Saiyan musk clings like some sort of horny superglue!"

If he hadn't been so angry at smelling Raditz on what he considered to be his woman—even through the grief, he still considered Usagi to be his—he would have laughed at that last part, but he instead scooped her up and stomped out the door, ignoring her kicking and screaming for five solid minutes.

Usagi choked and fought for air after he'd dumped her in the hot spring, and actually shoved at his hard, immovable chest once she'd gotten her footing on the bottom. "You asshole!" Then he held his hand out and Usagi shook her head, crossed her arms indignantly and looked away. "No. I'm clean. I told you this already."

She screamed when she felt hands on her shoulders and she was suddenly beneath the water, clawing at him and fighting for air in a complete panic. "The fuck!?" She yelled as she came up swinging.

Vegeta easily caught her fists, then held his hand out once more. "FINE!" Usagi hollered when he threatened to dunk her once more. The Saiyan prince grunted in approval when she placed soap and a rag in his hand, and he immediately stilled her when she moved to strike him again. Damn, I've gotten her hot as hell! He mused to himself as he soaped the rag and began to wash her himself.

Usagi submitted to it stiffly, unable to fight the blush coloring her whole body as he washed her gently but thoroughly. But when he reached down beneath the water, she squirmed in his grasp and shook her head. "No, big guy. I'll get it. Just… no."

Rolling his eyes, Vegeta pinned her in place and began to wash between her legs, but stopped when she suddenly yelped and he smelled her fear. "It's sensitive down there, damn it! Be nice, wild man! I mean… dear gods, I just got a twelve hour pounding from a randy Saiyan warrior, and you think I'm not going to be more than a little sore!?"

Jealous as hell at her statement, he snarled and held her in place when she struggled again, but his hand was gentler as he moved to wash her again. He only stopped when she suddenly trembled, her face flushed bright red, and when he drew his next breath he scented her arousal. It was clear that Usagi knew what he smelled when she shivered a little and looked away in shame. "Can't help it when you're all up in there," she whispered.

Vegeta swallowed hard as his beast rose up, screaming at him to take her, to throw her down on the bank and bite her and ravage her until she was a hell of a lot more sore than she already was. It wasn't that Raditz had taken her that had him fighting his beast; he still wanted her and wasn't angry with her for giving in to the long-haired Saiyan's advances. He knew damned well how skillfully seductive Raditz could be when he wanted a woman; Vegeta had seen it firsthand on more than one occasion.

He wasn't angry about that… because Raditz would never ever, ever touch what was his again.

Vegeta was angry because he'd let his grief blind him so badly that he'd all but completely ignored her. How had she felt about that? And coupled with her empathy, she'd surely felt every ounce of his pain. No wonder she'd taken an offer of physical comfort from a man that she was already comfortable with.

Well damn it… he could give her that, too, and Vegeta relaxed the tight leash he had on his inner Saiyan as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.

Floored by this sudden gentle attention, Usagi froze as what was going on dawned on her. He wasn't mad because he smelled another male… he was mad because he smelled another male on her. He was… jealous!?

Two thousand years old, and I'm still the most naïve person I've ever known, she sighed to herself as she tentatively returned the kiss, her hand rising up from the water to cup his jaw. "I didn't know you wanted me like that," she breathed against his lips as he drew back a little. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have—" Usagi gasped as he cut her off with another kiss, followed by a soft moan as his hand began to move beneath the water once more.

But then he stopped, and she found herself actually arching into him a little for more. "Big guy…?"

Vegeta licked his lips and swallowed nervously as he bent his head to her shoulder and nipped at it lightly. "Mine."

They both jumped a little at the sound of his voice, and he immediately flinched and cringed as he awaited the whistle of a lash through the air before it brought pain and agony in return for the sound of him speaking. Usagi's voice brought him out of it, though.

"You're still mourning, big guy… we… we shouldn't… you know." The moon princess drew a deep breath and sighed. "Come on, let's get back and eat something, ok?"

Vegeta reluctantly nodded; he wanted her… and even more, he wanted to prove to her that he wanted her… but she was right. It would be wrong to court one mate while he was still mourning the loss of another.

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Once back in the house, Usagi quickly retreated to the bathroom and put on a bulky sweater and a pair of soft, long sleeping pants; she was suddenly feeling very shy and modest due to the heated looks her wild man had been giving her during the trip back from the spring. He'd carried her the whole way, too, and every time she'd opened her mouth to protest being carted back, he'd kissed her soundly to shut her up.

She found him reading the newest book she'd brought when she returned, and she nearly turned tail and ran when he looked up at her and growled a little at the sight of all that clothing between his hands and her skin.

Vegeta stopped himself from stripping her, though, and felt the smallest smug hint of glee at the knowledge that he'd made her so shyly nervous to be around him. He beckoned her over and waited patiently as she stood there, noting with amusement that it had been her beckoning to him and he nervously twitching across the room only a little short of two months ago. Now it was apparently her turn to be the wary party.

When she finally came over and sat beside him, Vegeta handed her a box of takeout and grunted a wordless order for her to eat something, followed by a caress of his hand down her cheek. "You should eat, too," she said, handing him the other box. "What's that chapter about anyway?" She added as she looked over his shoulder at the glyphs that meant nothing to her.

Vegeta merely shrugged a little and went back to his reading; it was a chapter about Saiyan mourning, how long it lasted, how to deal with it, and when it would finally fade. So far, the news wasn't good; apparently his kind mourned for up to six months. But he found a silver lining as he turned the page and read further; a new mating bond would nip it in the bud immediately. The book said that his people more or less mourned the lack of the bond than anything else… yes, they would grieve for their loved one, but their beast would only allow so much of that. They truly grieved for the loss of that open link and the comfort that it gave them, the feeling of that calmer, female mind on the other end, balancing out that vicious warrior nature.

Usagi looked up when she felt a poke to her shoulder, and she immediately blushed under his intense scrutiny. "Yeah?" A tug to the hem of her sweater was his answer, and Usagi shook her head a little shyly. "I… I think I'd rather stay dressed, big guy."

Vegeta sighed, pointed at the opened page in the book, then back to her and the bulky sweater. "Oh…You need me to do something in that book?" She asked, now simply curious as she slowly drew the sweater over her head and set it aside. "Why don't you just write it down and tell me?"

The prince blinked at that and nodded as he fought down a sudden fresh wave of sadness. He was remembering how he'd first bitten Bulma in a total and complete heat of the moment encounter, and how it had been months before she'd bitten him back while in the throes of passion. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh at that memory; she'd come into the gravity room to cuss him out about something—as usual—and Vegeta had had enough of her mouth for one day. So he'd cut on the gravity to fifty Gs and had let her lie there and scream her head off at him for five full minutes before he'd taken advantage of her inability to move.

Sure, he'd been intimate with her before that day, but that encounter in the gravity room had changed something between them. It had started out hot and raw as it usually did, but the moment he'd taken her and clamped down on the mark on her shoulder, he'd gentled his thrusts and had begun to make love to her… the first time he'd ever done that with anyone, in fact.

That day had also been the first time he'd uttered the word for beloved in his native language… it had also been the day they'd conceived their son.

Usagi could sense his sudden change in mood and immediately went into comforting mode; she'd only been doing exactly that for weeks and it seemed like second nature to her at that point. "I'm sorry, big guy. I wish you'd talk… you could tell me all about her. I'm sure she was really something to have snagged a Saiyan prince."

Yes… she was really something… but I was lucky to have snagged her, Vegeta corrected her silently. He sighed as he began to write on a piece of paper, alternately wiping at his eyes as he continued to think about Bulma and what she would want him to do.

She'd most likely want him to go home, find Trunks, and be happy. That last part he was sure of; he recalled the only time she'd ever spoken of him outliving her, and Bulma had instructed him to not even worry about her. She knew he loved her, but she didn't have any plans of dying of anything but old age. And when that day finally came… Bulma explained that she would have lived a long and happy life with no regrets, lots of love, and a wonderful son that she was immensely proud of.

And that Vegeta should immediately move on and find someone else to spend his life with.

"Besides, it'd be awfully selfish of you to deprive a woman of those wonderful bedroom skills of yours… so long as I'm dead, anyway."

Usagi took the paper when he was done; it was longer than anything he'd given her before, and she gave his words her full attention as she read them.

The book says that I'm mostly mourning the loss of the mating bond, and that a new one will get rid of the sadness and grief. I'm tired of hurting, Usagi. I know I'm not whole, but I swear to try to be as whole as possible for you if you'd let me mark you.

"Big guy… can I… dear gods, I don't want you to hurt anymore, but… this is a big thing. This is… I mean, you're talking about what equates to marriage, aren't you?"

Vegeta hurriedly snatched back the paper and scribbled for a moment. We don't have to consummate it. I'd never force you.

"Sex isn't the issue, honey. It's because I'm immortal," she explained, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "You'd be stuck with me forever. And I pop around dimensions constantly and never stay in one place for very long and—mmmmph… do you always have to kiss me when I talk too much?" She finished with a mumble against the mouth that had just claimed hers.

Vegeta grunted an affirmative and shrugged. You don't have to bite me back, he wrote. That would be a Saiyan marriage. Me biting you is more like… He tapped the pen against his chin for a moment before putting it back to the paper. …an engagement. I think. I could read some more and find out, but that's how I remember it with Bulma. My bite warns off other males and gives us a half-bond. Your bite completes the bond and validates my claim over you as my mate. Think of it as a courting mark.

Usagi picked up her box of takeout and began to eat once more, signaling with her hand that she just wanted some quiet for a few minutes. She was grateful when he went back to his book and did as she requested while she thought, and after a full minute she was floored by her own selfishness.

He'd been in pain for so damned long that he had only been beginning to relax and relearn what any semblance of pleasure felt like… only for him to remember his mate and be thrown right back into pain and a new type of inner torture. And she could end it for him. I can do this for him…

Hell, she would do this for him if it meant an end to his pain, whether or not she was falling in love with him. They'd just work out all the messy details later. It wouldn't be the first time she'd flown by the seat of her pants on a big decision. "Ok," she mumbled around a mouthful of noodles. "If we do this, I have one condition."

Vegeta's eyebrows went up a little, he was flat-out amazed that she'd decided so quickly, but not at all that she would have a condition for him. Grunting for her to continue, he gave her his full attention and waited to hear whatever insane rule she'd have regarding their marriage.

"It would be kind of nice to know the name of the man I'm about to pairbond with." Usagi chuckled when his eyes widened; apparently he hadn't expected such a simple request. "What? You thought I was going to ask for the moon, big guy? Eh… I'm already the princess of it, so no need. The stars? I'm the queen of those. I think you're safe from any insane requests."

He slowly nodded as he scooted closer to her and just barely touched his lips to hers, half expecting her to change her mind and teleport as far away as she could. "Aren't you going to eat your supper?" She asked nervously.

Vegeta merely shook his head and tugged her own food out of her hands, setting it to the side with the rest and then clearing the rest of the makeshift bed before taking her by the hand and pulling her further into it. "Muh—Maybe we should—w—wait a day or so—I mean—I was just with Radi—" Usagi was sharply cut off with a hot, raw, and totally unbridled kiss as he jerked her into his arms and eased her onto her back.

He would have no more talk of Raditz; it wasn't like he regarded himself as sloppy seconds since he was getting to keep her forever and not just as a fling, but he definitely didn't want the other Saiyan's name uttered just as he was about to claim what was his. "Big guy, I—"

He cut her off once more with another kiss as he unclasped the front of her bra to expose her, and when he broke away he moved his lips to her throat, trailing a slow path to nibble on her ear. "Vegeta," he rasped hoarsely.

"Vegeta… it suits you," Usagi replied after a long moment of mulling over how right she'd been; his speaking voice was definitely as sexy as she'd imagined it. "It sounds regal."

He couldn't control his purr as it started up and immediately shifted to something rich, deep and rolling, and judging by her reaction, she found it arousing. Her fingers were trailing soft patterns over the scars on his chest, his abs, his hips, then lower to stroke him hesitantly as she looked up at him timidly. "Geta… no offense… but you're not even hard… are you sure you want this? That it's not too soon?" She smiled a little nervously when he grunted and frowned at the nickname. "I thought it was awfully fitting, Geta. It means 'throne' in Malay, you know. A language from my home planet," she elaborated.

That seemed to placate him, and she glanced down to find him still flaccid despite the fact that her fingertips were whispering over him gently. "Am I doing something wrong, honey?"

Vegeta slowly shook his head and sighed; he definitely wanted her and his beast wanted her, too. But he was at a loss for how to get things going when every sexual encounter he'd had over the last hundred years had been nothing but painful and traumatizing for him. Hell, what she was doing felt amazing, and while it was setting his purr to rumble even louder, her attentions weren't getting any other response from his body. "I could… you know," Usagi whispered, blushing brightly as she looked down and licked her lips. "In fact, that's something I really enjoy doing," she added with a sexy little smirk that she learned from Minako. "Lay down and I'll be happy to—what? Why not?" She asked when he shook his head slowly.

Because this was about her. He was sure of it, but his beast was being so damned insistent on taking her, biting her and pleasuring her that he was only getting steadily more confused; how could he take her if he couldn't get physically aroused!?

Sensing his frustration, Usagi sighed and tried to give him a reassuring smile. "It's ok, Vegeta. Come on, let's just relax for a while. You let me know when and if you want something more than that."

But I do! He practically whined in his own mind. With a little growl he looked down at his limp cock before flopping down on his back and huffing in pure frustration. His beast was still roaring at him, but he finally shut it up by yelling at it in his head. Fine! You want her so badly, get it hard, asshole! Because I'm not having any fucking luck with it!

Still tuned into his emotions, Usagi slipped out of her pants and underwear and slid in next to him, drawing his favorite blanket—the fur—up around them before she leaned in and nipped at his shoulder, curious to see his reaction to such a move.

That purr was back again, deep and seductive, and she moved her mouth to his to kiss him lightly. "You can still bite me, Vegeta. We don't have to actually do anything for that… or do we?" She wondered aloud.

The fact was… yes, they did. They didn't have to consummate the courtship mark, but it was always a good idea to do so for the female's sake. Vegeta nodded a little and sighed before tugging her to his chest tightly and nipping at her shoulder, shivering when she gasped with pleasure and her eyes fluttered shut. He bit down a second time, a little harder that the first, and was immediately rewarded with a moan and the scent of her arousal filling the air. "Now I get it," she whimpered. "The bite's going to make me want to jump you, isn't it?"

Vegeta nodded stiffly and sighed; it was going to make him horny as hell, too… whether or not his lower anatomy would cooperate with him. Oh, fuck it. Maybe this would get things going.

Usagi squealed a little in surprise when he suddenly rolled on top of her again, a determined set to his jaw as he leaned down to kiss her, one hand roaming her absently as the other moved to her thighs to wrap them around his waist. He jumped when he felt her tongue flicking over his lips as she nibbled at them, and he groaned at the sensation of that sleek, warm muscle slipping into his mouth for the first time.

It was only when he felt her hands wandering his back that he stopped; the feeling was pleasant but it was dredging up too many bad memories. "Sorry," she whispered as she moved her hands down to his hips.

Vegeta merely grunted and removed her hands altogether, pinning them beside her head not only so he could concentrate, but so he could steel his nerves for what was about to come. Gods, this was awkward as hell; he'd expected their first time to just be a spur of the moment, passionate coupling, but here they were simply trying to get him aroused while he fumbled through every moment of contact.

"Vegeta… honey? Just bite me, ok?" Usagi sighed in understanding, trying her best to give him a reassuring smile. "We'll worry about everything else afterwards."

He sagged on top of her and nodded into her hair wearily; he frankly hadn't a damned clue what he was doing. Sure, he remembered sex with Bulma and he wanted that same kind of fire with Usagi, but it just wasn't happening for him no matter how hard he tried to force it. Maybe it was his grief for his first mate that was making this so damned difficult. Who knew? He certainly didn't.

"Mine?" He whispered as he slowly raked his teeth over her shoulder.

Usagi nodded and couldn't contain a moan when he bit down just short of breaking the skin, her hands leaping to his hair to hold him in place. "Yours… …dear gods!" She yelped with pleasure when he growled and bit down again. "Damn it, just do it, Geta! Please!"

There was suddenly a shot of pain through her shoulder, followed by a pleasure so intense that her vision went white for a moment, and she cried out softly as she nearly came. "Holy shit," she groaned. "Please, Vegeta… now…" Usagi had never felt such a burning in her body for any man in her entire endless existence—including Raditz— and if her Saiyan prince hadn't been pinning her down again she would have been rolling on top of him to take over. "Please," she begged, her voice coming out as a low whine.

Vegeta groaned in response when he suddenly felt the constant, underlying grief wash away as it was replaced by the hum of Usagi's thoughts in the back of his mind; she wanted him—no, needed him—and she'd meant it when she'd said "now." He choked a little in surprise and relief when he suddenly felt his body responding to her arousal, and he suspected it was due to him actually feeling her desire secondhand through the bond. But hell, he'd take whatever he could get at that point.

It was gone in a flash when her hands were freed once more, though, and he felt them threading through his hair as she pulled him down for a long, passionate kiss. "What now?" She asked in frustration when he broke away and sighed. "Please, wild man… tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it."

Hold still, he ordered through the bond. Let me concentrate.

Usagi complied and didn't protest when he placed her hands above her head before he bit down on her mark once more. They both moaned together at that, her from another wave of ecstasy and he from just the taste of her, then again as they both felt him hardening against her lower stomach. "I think we've got it," she whispered with happy anticipation.

She moved her hips in invitation then… and groaned when he suddenly lost his erection. "Killing me, here."

Vegeta huffed in complete and utter frustration as he sagged on top of her, at a loss as to how he'd consummate the bond without a hard on. Sorry, Usagi.

"Ugh… it's alright, big guy. Don't worry about it," she replied gently as the driving need began to fade a little. "I'll live. Just don't bite me again unless you're prepared to do something about it," she added with a giggle.

Well, on one hand I feel bad for Usagi, not getting some princely lovin'… but then again, I'm sure she'd be grateful for the respite after taking Raditz on and off for twelve hours. Don't worry, though! Vegeta WILL figure it out! Give him time!