Break out the glossary, ladies! It got a big update and it's necessary for a chunk of this chapter! You'll see!
"There we go. Free of the atmosphere… Bojack, you clear, man?" Turles drawled out lazily, unable to get rid of the stupid, gleeful grin on his face. They were free of Kanassa, and likely free of Usagi's father and brother… just as soon as they could get on the other side of the moon, anyway. Then they would have enough free room to maneuver without anything in the way, and Turles would likely be able to win any dogfight that might pop up from an overzealous squad of guards.
"Just behind you, Turles," Bojack chuckled back. "And don't sound so excited, boy… you remind me of a horny fifteen year old."
"I feel like one," he sighed into the mic on his headset. "Forty-five or fifteen… I've never been this randy in my life. Heh… maybe my dear little princess is about to experience her first Saiyan burning," he snickered, glancing over to find Usagi blushing to her toes at his and Bojack's conversation.
"Is she on the com?" Bojack asked, his words punctuated by his deep, rolling laugh.
"Yes, I am," Usagi squeaked.
"Well, angel… I suggest that you ready yourself for The Fuckening. Because that's what it's going to be when—TURLES! TWELVE O'CLOCK!"
The Saiyan pirate swerved just in time to miss a ship twice his size, then thanked the gods that Usagi was strapped in when the other ship maneuvered in behind him and rode his ass. "We've got company! Bojack, get out of here and—"
"No, boy! I'll cover you, just get behind the moon as fast as you can!"
"You'd better lay down arms, Bojack, before I blow you to Hell. I swear if you so much as scratch my ship you can stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye."
"FATHER!?" Turles shouted into the com. He would have jumped out of his seat in shock if not for the five-point harness strapping him in place, so he sat there in simple stunned surprise as he heard Bardock's rolling laugh through his earpiece.
"Ja'ta," Usagi said softly over the com. "…have you… come to take us in?"
Warming at the sound of her calling him "father," Bardock grinned on the vidscreen as he hacked Turles's console and winked down at his new daughter. "F'ri, daughter. I've come to escort the two of you to the Southern quadrant. I figure the combined power of The Darling and The Beast should secure you brats a quick escape, even if you are flying heavy and dragging ass in the water."
"Not as heavy as before," Turles said quickly. "Bojack's hauling my cargo."
"And Bojack's ship isn't equipped for the kind of fight we may be up against. Boy, you need to make tracks, and fast. Prince Vegeta is already headed this way in The Pride, and he's got several cruisers with him, all of them new, sleek, fast as hell and armed to the teeth. The Darling is armed to the teeth, but he will be taking his sister in if he catches us up. And Raditz is nearly here and still under orders, so we need to haul ass."
"Lead the way, Father," Turles said quickly, tossing his mate his scouter. "R'sha, call Raditz and see if he can't stall for some more time."
Ignoring the beeping of her cuff, Usagi donned the tech and immediately dialed Raditz, who grinned and nodded at her. "I'm already on it, sister. I tampered with the hyper drive on the cruiser, and Captain Bega is absolutely furious about it. Pity that he can't take me on my best day… or your sister."
"Tell Rei to light his ass up if he tries anything, Radu. And thank you," Usagi added softly, "we really owe all of you for this."
"Damn right you do," Raditz chuckled before hanging up.
"It's taken care of," Usagi said happily to Turles.
"Well, then I suppose I'm out," Bojack said seriously. "You two take care of yourselves, and contact me when you've found a safe haven."
"We will. Thank you, Bojack," Usagi replied sincerely. "And Bo…? Maybe you should go track down that princess of yours, hm? If you still love her, maybe she still loves you, too."
"She'll probably saw my balls off, then roast them with her ki right in front of me," he grumbled.
"Oh, you boys all enjoy that roughhousing. And you'll never know if you don't go talk to her. Who knows? Maybe she's a queen now and she's free to marry whomever she wants?"
That put a little smile on Bojack's face, and Turles and Usagi could see him punching buttons and plotting a new course. "You know what? It's been twenty years, little angel. I think you just might be right. I'd kiss you if I could right now, beautiful."
"Kiss her instead," Usagi giggled. "And call us if she doesn't roast you alive."
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Finally hidden behind the shadow of the moon, Usagi and Turles breathed a huge sigh of relief in tandem despite the fact that Bardock had ordered them to stop instead of continuing on towards freedom and the Southern quadrant.
"Alright, boy, I'm docked with you. I'll be boarding shortly," Bardock said before signing off the vidscreen. A knock on the cockpit door was heard several minutes later, and Turles answered it and immediately embraced his father.
"I can't thank you enough, ja'ta."
"No, boy. I owe you. I was a shitty ass father to you after Romayna died… I wasn't there when you needed me before, and you need me right now. So I'm trying to make up for it. Besides… what kind of father would I be if I didn't help my son take off with his very own princess? Just like I did with your mother," he confessed with a grin.
The dumbstruck look on his son's face made him laugh and he hugged him again. "Yeah… we never told you boys, but… I was a space pirate, too. Just like your Grandpa Raditz and your Great-Grandaddy Turles. And your mother… she was a princess from a Saiyan colony a few galaxies over. Well, I went on a raid one night and took on a ton of goods… and a young woman for ransom. That was the Princess Romayna, and it worked out much better than I'd ever thought it would. Heh… I seduced the hell out of that woman," he mused fondly.
"No wonder I never met mother's father," Turles whispered aloud in utter shock.
Usagi was surprised as well, but she smiled slyly up at Bardock, her arms crossed over her chest. And of course, her royal mind was working fast and hard with this new information. "So, Bardock… you're telling me that that makes you a prince consort?"
"Eh, I guess it does?" He asked in return, shrugging one shoulder. "I never thought of it that way, honestly, girl."
"But if we do… that would make Turles a prince."
"So?" Both men replied.
"Vegeta wanted me to marry royalty at first. Then he dialed it back to Saiyan alpha males. My choice. If Turles is a prince, then he meets every qualification that Vegeta requested before he even gave me free rein to choose from alphas. Maybe… maybe he won't bitch as much if he knows I mated with royalty?"
"House of Bardock," Turles reminded her smugly. "Prince or pirate, I'm still Kakarot's brother, k'sha m'yo. And we don't have time for this," he added quickly. "Father, why are we stopping?"
"Supplies," Bardock said shortly. "I brought enough to keep you brats for a year and they're all in my cargo hold."
"We'd better hurry, then," Turles grunted. "Usa, I want you to make a few calls. First… call your mother and let her know where we're headed. Then call your brother and your father and see if you can't get them to back off. Cry a little if you can," he added with a smirk. "Pull those big blue eyes on them both."
Usagi did as she was asked the moment Bardock and her mate were down in the hold, and she had a brief discussion with her mother involving the baby more than anything. She giggled as she hung up from that one; of course her mother swore to handle her father and brother, then had proceeded to go into a list of dos and don'ts for her pregnant daughter.
The next call was to Vegeta, and Usagi did exactly as Turles had advised, meeting his gaze with her big blue eyes as wide and as terrified as she could get them. "Please, Vegeta… this isn't good for the baby and you know it," she whispered, a tiny tremble to her voice.
The crown prince merely shook his head a little and tried not to look at his sister again when her eyes welled up with tears; he'd thought about his unborn nephew more than once, and the idea of harming him—however unintentionally—was really beginning to weigh on his conscience.
"Gee-Gee… you said any alpha male. And you even offered Gohan as a choice. The only one you didn't want me to pick was Kakarot."
"But you just had to go and pick his body double, didn't you? And even if it was a spur of the moment thing, I would have been better prepared if I'd known about you liking him!" Vegeta ground out, still refusing to look at her. "Rei told me," he added with a sputter. "She said you had a thing for him when you were younger."
"Yes I did, Geta, and I'm sorry. But this wasn't intentional, I swear it! Please forgive me… and please don't punish my mate and my son for my mistake!" Her cuff began beeping then and she felt a few tears spill over to run down her cheeks just as she caught a flicker of concern in her brother's eyes. "Please, Geta," she continued to beg. "Please."
"I'll think about it," he sighed, his voice still coming out low and annoyed. Anything to wipe that look of despair off of his baby sister's face, anything to save them all the heartache that would come if Usagi lost the brat because of his actions. "Couldn't you have at least picked royalty?" He managed in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Actually… Geta… after speaking with Bardock, he informed us that Romayna was a Saiyan princess from another colony. That would by all rights make Bardock a prince consort… and Turles a prince," Usagi replied seriously, wiping at her face as she hiccupped.
Vegeta visibly twitched at that, his mind hanging up on one fact that had nothing to do with his sister. "Kakarot's a PRINCE!?"
"A lesser prince since he's the youngest, but technically… yeah," Usagi whispered. "Vegeta, please. You're getting off the subject. Will you please stop this chase and let us go in peace?"
"Not right now!" He barked, muttering to himself about royal blood, third class bastards and how he was going to kick Kakarot's ass the next time they met.
Usagi sighed when he signed off without giving her an answer and decided against calling her father; she'd let her mother handle that with her womanly wiles… at least for now.
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"Well, you certainly look happy. Where's ja'ta?"
"Father said that there wasn't time for goodbyes, but he and I had a long talk while we unloading everything," he said with a genuine smile. "I think everything's good between the two of us, now, Rabbit." He slung Usagi up in his arms then and kissed her passionately as he walked them to the bridge and sat her down in the co-pilot's chair.
Panting for air and more than a little dazed by such a toe-curling kiss, Usagi could only watch him with a stupid little smile on her face. "I really love it when you're happy," she sighed amorously.
"Then you're really gonna love my pirate ass when we're in the Southern Quadrant," Turles quipped as they both strapped in and he began to set a course. "You read me, ja'ta?"
"G're, br'at. Let's get moving. I'll take the rear. Send me the course you're charting and I'll follow you."
"Sent, Father. We're underway," Turles informed him as he punched some keys and The Darling shot off like a dart towards the quadrant border. After an hour of charting and making sure that they wouldn't be intercepted anytime soon, the pirate nodded in satisfaction and looked over to find his mate dead asleep in her chair. "A pirate's life isn't always exciting," he chuckled. "She'll find that out soon enough."
He unstrapped himself and then her from the five-point harnesses, then scooped up the little blonde that smelled like a slice of heaven and carried her to what he now thought of as their quarters. It even had a new bed, courtesy of Bardock, one that was large enough for the both of them to sleep comfortably as Usagi grew rounder. "We're well on our way to freedom, r'sha," he breathed in her ear before nipping and licking at it.
"Mmm… Turles, why does the bed smell so clean? Doesn't smell like us," she whispered sleepily without even opening her eyes.
"New bed, sweetheart. It's a gift from Father so that you're not shoving me over the edge when your belly grows. I don't suppose you'd wake up long enough for us to christen it?" He purred hopefully.
"Mmm… depends on how you wanna wake me up," she sighed, feeling awfully comfortable on the brand new mattress. Just from lying in it, Usagi could tell that Bardock had spared no expense on the mattress and box springs; it felt even better than the one she slept on back on the Moon.
"He said only the best for the mother of his grandbrat," Turles explained as he heard her thoughts. And then those thoughts became static and fuzzy and he knew she was dozing off once more. "Ah, hell… well, it has been a long ass day," he sighed. "Come on, Rabbit," he purred in her ear, sitting her up against his chest so he could remove her dress and toss it to the floor, leaving her in only her shift. He then gently tucked his mate in the bed, stripped and showered quickly, then ventured back in to cut off the lights and slide in beside her.
They'd break in the bed in the morning, he thought with a soft chuckle as he snuggled her tightly, happier than he had been in years.
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Usagi woke from a dream about rocking a Saiyan child in her arms, startled from sleep by the sensation of lips suckling gently between her thighs, coupled with a deep, rolling purr laced with arousal and seduction. "Mmm… morning, r'sha…"
Turles growled loudly the moment she tried to tug him up to her and Usagi leaned up a bit to find him dripping with sweat, his eyes glazed and a little wild as he gazed up at her. "Oh shit," she breathed, quickly laying back down when he nipped at her inner thigh and growled out a sharp order in Saiyan. "T'au," she whispered, feeling the edge to his temper calm through the bond as he dove back into her heat to devour her once more. "Kot'tor, r'sha… t'au…" She continued to soothe him through the bond for as long as possible, but soon enough she was coming hard, gripping his head with her thighs as she cried out and tightened around the tail that had snaked inside of her at some point.
"M'yo," Turles purred as he crawled back up and pulled her to him to remove her shift, tossing it to the floor in a sweaty, white heap. "R'sha m'yo."
"G'in… t'au, Turles. K'sha'or," Usagi replied gently, hooking her legs around his waist to offer herself. She wasn't surprised when he immediately took her, but she was shocked and extremely proud of his level of control despite the burning when he began to love her gently. She'd expected one hell of a pounding and had worried about the baby, but she knew that to fight a burning Saiyan male was to court disaster.
But he wasn't slamming into her with his lust unchecked. He was carefully lifting her hips for a better angle, kissing every inch of skin he could reach, and flexing inside of her tenderly, his purr so strong that she could feel it between her thighs. "M'eh tah'kha'or au," she whispered in his ear as she felt herself spiraling up, her nails digging into his back as she moaned his name and clamped down around him.
Those words made him groan happily; as long as he was inside of her, he could control the beast, could think rationally through the burning, and he was grateful to every god he could think of that he wasn't being so overwhelmed by the drive to mate that he was hurting her. "Nee au, r'sha."
And you.
Utterly surrendering to his beast, Usagi arched into him then and rocked her hips in time with his, losing herself to pleasure for the next several hours. She felt him come several times as he moaned her name and whispered Saiyan endearments into her ear, but there was apparently no stopping him during the burning, so she just went with it and tried to ignore the growing ache around her entrance.
But finally he stopped, panting heavily into her breasts, still pouring sweat, shaking like a leaf as he fought for air and control. Turles could feel the pain between her thighs and had come one last time in an effort to hold the burning at bay for a while, but it was still going strong, the relentless drive to mate pounding away at his body. "Usa… Usa… mah'ni, r'sha… po'mir… f'ri hi'nah…"
"It's alright," she breathed into his soaked hair. "Take what you need, r'sha. I love you and I'm yours. Just don't hurt the baby."
"Fri'ih, m'eh j'ha nava m'yo." He nipped at her lower lip then and started moving again, groaning softly at how tight and warm she was, how accepting his mate was of his inner beast and the hormonal and emotional baggage that came along with it. "R'sha m'yo…" His hand caressed along the barely noticeable curve of her belly and he felt of swell of pride and love inside of him when he sensed the ki growing within her. "Br'at m'yo…"
Usagi wasn't moaning in pleasure, though, she was trying not to wince with every movement of his hips as she felt that she was getting raw from all the friction. "Bite me," she whispered, "it'll help." She didn't even have to urge him to, he was sinking his teeth deep into her mark within a second of hearing her request, and her head rolled back in ecstasy as she instantly came.
"V'nu," he ordered hoarsely when she began to flinch once more, immediately clamping down on her mark and driving his fangs into her as deep as he could. Turles kept his mouth there as he continued to thrust into her steadily and silently begged the gods to let the burning subside with his next orgasm, at least long enough so that he could attend to his mate. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, or even worse, harm the child growing within her.
The gods were listening, apparently. As Turles came explosively, his bite taking his mate right along with him, he finally sagged and rolled off of her, his hand hunting for the ointment in his nightstand.
Usagi whimpered as she felt him applying it carefully to her folds and her entrance, taking the sting out of the tear she'd sustained, helping the tender, bleeding flesh knit back into place. Hopefully he'd sleep for a few hours while the medicine did its work, and then she'd be ready for another pounding. "Only another day or two of this to go," she moaned.
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"G're, ja'ta… he's sleeping right now."
"We're lucky as hell that we weren't intercepted while he was burning. I'd figured that's what was happening, since he seemed a little sweatier than normal while we were unloading, but…" Bardock shrugged and shook his head. "You're sure that you and the brat are alright?"
"Yeah, I already checked with the med scanner. Turles was actually very gentle, ja'ta," Usagi added with a deep blush. "Other than being sore, I'm fine. My cuff only went off twice, too." She studied the console and wrinkled her nose in distaste for what looked like a lot of math. "Ja'ta… I have no clue what all of this means. How far are we from the Southern Quadrant?"
"About another week, Usa. It's the closest to Vegeta-sai, but it's still not a stone's throw when you're flying heavy like The Darling."
"Any word on my brother?" She asked with a frown and little shiver down her spine.
"None. Honestly, Usa… I don't know if he's close are if he's gone away and left you alone. He's fully cloaked; not even The Beast's equipment can pick up his radar." Bardock frowned deeply at that and sighed. "I'd home in on his ki instead, but…"
"He's suppressing it," Usagi finished for him. "Typical battle tactic," she sighed worriedly as she donned Turles's scouter. "Excuse me for a moment, ja'ta. I'm going to call him."
"Worried?" Vegeta snorted the moment he saw his baby sister on the screen.
"Yes," Usagi admitted softly, "I am. I would have called sooner, Geta, but… Turles is burning right now. We're over the worst of it, though."
"No wonder I caught up," he mused aloud as he looked away, clearly absorbed in something. "And I did some thinking, girl… and it's a good thing that I did. Because when I caught you up two hours ago, I normally would have immediately disabled The Darling and The Beast and brought you in. But instead I decided to shove my nose up the ass of the ship that's cloaked and tailing Bardock."
Usagi's eyes flew wide at that and she shot a look to the scarred Saiyan still on the main screen on the bridge. "Ja'ta, there's a ship following you!" She blurted out.
"Patch His Highness through on the three-way," Bardock instructed. "The yellow button on the com, girl," he sighed. "Dear gods, Turles really needs to teach you how to work this thing in case of an emergency." He and Vegeta waited patiently for her to find it, and eventually both of them were on her screen. "Is it The Golden?" Bardock asked.
"I believe so. My scanners are superior to everything out on the market, so I'm picking it up, but I can't exactly see it with the naked eye to know for certain. And my intel on Kanassa confirms that Endymion escaped custody just after you exited the moon's gravity." Vegeta purred for a full second in reaction to the way his sister paled and her cuff began to beep, but he immediately stopped it out of his usual pride. "Relax, girl. You've got me behind the bag of dicks and Bardock right in front of him."
Usagi sat down in the pilot's chair then and strapped in, eyeing the dash with intent. "What should I do?"
"You'll leave the damned thing on autopilot and let us handle it," Bardock snorted. "That is what you'll do, little girl. Understand me?"
"G'in, ja'ta." Usagi continued to curiously study the buttons though, trying to recall everything she'd seen Turles push whenever he was accelerating or firing.
"At any rate, The Golden will likely have to uncloak to engage," Vegeta added to reassure her. "I doubt it has the necessary power supply to charge its firing system and still divert to the cloak. And once it does reveal itself, I'll blow it to Hell."
Yeah, I know. Cut off on a great cliffie, didn't I!? So… they're about to head into a dog fight, Turles is on the tail end of the burning and can't pilot, and Usa has no clue how to… this should be interesting…
And I must plug my new story, mwuhuhahahahaa… it's called Loneliness and it's a Sesshy/Usa pairing Inuyasha Sailor Moon crossover. If you think Sesshomaru is as hot as I do… head over and read it! God, he's so HOT!
