Well… a certain someone didn't give me my cookie as I'd asked, so… I WROTE LOTS OF COOKIES! I give you SMUT! And then some drama. AND THEN MORE SMUT! WOOOOO! And Krissy, if you read this, you reviewed anon to That Word, so here's your answer. Read Attraction again. Tantu is Mako and Piccolo's son, and Mako and Vegeta consider each other daughter/father. Vegeta even refers to Tantu as his grandbrat in that fic, since Tantu and Geta imprinted on one another and since he regards Mako as a daughter of sorts.

Mako was a little disappointed to wake alone, and insanely surprised that she hadn't woken to a seduction of sorts. Then again, Bardock was likely nursing a hangover of legend and probably didn't even remember what had happened the night before. "Thank the gods for that," she sighed, unexplainably upset that he wouldn't remember their deal for one night. "It's for the best that he doesn't though, I'm sure."

But when she rolled over, she found a vase full of fresh roses on the nightstand and blushed when she read the note resting at the base of the glass.

Tonight.

Licking her lips, Mako shakily set it back in place, noting in the back of her head that that single word was in Michiru's handwriting. "Guess he got a healer to get rid of the hangover," she mumbled as she fished around in a drawer for something to wear. She considered and discarded several articles of clothing before huffing loudly at herself in frustration. "You are not nervous, damn it. It's just sex… ok, fine," she amended, "it's sex with the hottest fucking man you've ever laid eyes on. The man you've been fantasizing about since you first saw him."

The goddess of thunder regarded the clothes in her drawer with a sigh. "I need to beat someone's ass. Yeah, that's it. A royal ass-kicking on a Jovian level will balance everything out."

The temple was packed when she left her living quarters, and she didn't have a problem finding a sparring partner who was looking for a challenge. In fact, there were more than a few Saiyans in there lining up for a shot at Bardock and waiting patiently for him to return. Good luck with that, she thought silently, he probably won't even show until sundown and then he'll be dragging me to the bed caveman style.

She winced as she took a punch just then, and her partner looked surprised to have scored a hit. "You're fine," she said quickly, "I shouldn't let myself be distracted during a spar."

"Yes, goddess," came a quick reply as they began to exchange shots once more.

Mako worked herself into a winded sweaty mess in an attempt to not think about the sexiest man she'd ever met, but her efforts were thwarted when she felt something strong and silky snag her around the waist and drag her up into a pair of muscular waiting arms.

"K'sha'or," Bardock's voice rasped in her ear.

The hair on her neck stood on end as she trembled a little and her newest sparring partner—a Saiyan—grinned at her. "You… you said one night," she stammered. "Sundown's still five hours away…"

She heard Bardock reply but only understood a single word; her partner, however, was more than happy to translate. "The commander would like to inform you that it is nighttime… on Vegeta-sai," he chuckled.

With a loud little high-pitched, very-feminine-and-unlike-Makoto-scream, she began to beat on his upper back the moment he yanked her up over his shoulder and strode off with her as if she was a spoil of war. "Bardock, this isn't funny!" She yelled.

Bardock only kept moving, silent through her protests, and when he entered her chambers and locked the door behind him, he switched his grip and lowered her to stand in front of him. "D'ha," he breathed against her lips before claiming them.

All sweaty and a little smelly from her all day sparring session, Mako tried to explain between kisses that she wanted to shower—but Bardock was having none of that, pressing her to the wall behind her, peeling her clothes from her one at a time until he got to the boy shorts concealing her sex and he simply ripped those off and tossed them over his shoulder. "M'yo?"

Trembling at the feeling of him pressing to her and weak from the way his hands were caressing and arousing every inch of exposed flesh, Mako could only moan and nod and rock her hips into his. She was finally going to have him, this man that incensed her so; she was finally about to know what it would feel like to have him inside of her, taking her, making her come, his voice whispering in her ear as he slaked his lust. "T'au," she eventually responded once she could think past the burning need growing between them. "T'uh au, Bardock… buh'tir…"

He growled as he pushed forward slowly, making sure to let her feel every inch of him as he gradually filled her. "G'in… Koto m'yo. K'sha m'yo."

Mako lost all ability to talk or even think as he suddenly moved and drove back into her forcefully, a soft cry from her lips expressing her pleasure as he did it once more and nipped at her shoulder. But then she could think, and she realized it was because he'd stopped. "Bardock?" She whined, clutching at his hips as she rocked against him. "Please don't stop… I need you to move, honey."

Reining in his beast, Bardock grunted and shook his head slightly, dipping forward to claim her lips as gently as he could, his body slowly matching the motions of their mouths. They were against the wall and not in the bed, yes—but he wanted their first time in this timeline to be slow, gentle… he wanted to draw out Makoto's pleasure until she was melting from the heat of their lovemaking, until she was breathing the word 'love' in his ear as she'd done on Vegeta-sai. "M'eh tah'kha'or au," he whispered tenderly, praying she'd understand the meaning of such a rarely said phrase among his people.

The stunned expression mixed in with the haze of desire and love in her eyes made him purr with delight. She'd understood. "M'eh k'sha t'au," she responded as he moved a little deeper, just before she lost her ability to think again and she moaned softly in reaction to the beginnings of an intense orgasm.

He felt so good, so right, and even with his clothes still on, Bardock put Enril to shame as he loved her slowly and as gently as was possible for a Saiyan warrior, keeping a tight grip on his beast's leash as she came for him until she was shaking. Only then did he lift her close to him and take her to the bed, his purr growing louder as he tipped her back onto it and resumed the lazy flexing of his hips, tossing his tank top to the side and groaning at the feel of her hands caressing his newly bared flesh. The commander lost what little Solarian he had as she whimpered his name again and her hips kept time with his, her hands dragging him back down so he was flush against her. "Koto… Koto, I'm going to come," he whispered heatedly in Saiyan as he broke away from her mouth and drug his teeth over to her shoulder. "Want to bite you so badly, r'sha… want to make you mine…"

Mako couldn't even process a protest as his teeth sent little curls of pleasure to her toes, and automatically offered up her shoulder as she cried out softly and came again. "Bardock… r'sha… you feel so good, honey…" That was when she felt him coming hard inside of her and the hot, wet sensation sent her right up and into another climax, her mouth crushing into his brutally despite the way he was still moving gently inside of her.

Neither of them could even move for what seemed like years, both of them gasping for air and trembling in the aftermath, simply kissing and holding each other tightly. "That was amazing," Mako breathed after a long time. "Better than I ever imagined, Bardock," she added with a gentle caress to the base of his tail.

"More?" He purred as he pulled her tight against him and lifted her, aiming his feet towards the bathroom.

"Shower first," the goddess giggled. "I smell, damn it. And you're not much better, sexy man."

"You smell amazing," Bardock purred in her ear even though she couldn't understand him. "You smell like a thunderstorm… and me." He set her down in the shower then and cut it on, drew the curtain, and immediately began to soap her up, undoing her hair to let it cascade down her back as soon as he could. He smelled her arousal the moment it was his turn and she began to slide her soapy hands along his ruddy skin, her fingertips pausing on occasion to caress a scar, her eyes hardly leaving his and they shone brightly with desire and love for him. "D'ha tapa'or v'nu au," he whispered as her hands wandered south and found him hard and thick and completely ready for her.

"Again?" Mako snorted. "Honey, what we just did in there was not fucking."

Heh, he'd momentarily forgotten her command of countless Saiyan vulgarities. "G're… buh'mor tapa'or au d'ha?"

Fine, may I fuck you now?

Mako busted out laughing at that, she hadn't completely understood the words, but she'd gotten the gist of it and gave him a sultry little smile once her giggles had died down. "Let's rinse your hair first, Saiyan. Then maybe I'll oblige you with some shower fucking."

Bardock dutifully bent down to let her get the shampoo out of his hair and once it was clean he gave her a smile that was loaded with many, many emotions. This would be it. He would bite her this time and she would remember him as the mating bond fixed the aching void he felt in his soul now that he remembered her but they were no longer bound. "D'ha, Koto m'yo?"

"Yeah," she breathed, her voice growing husky as she drew in his tail pheromones, the scent intensified by the enclosed space and the water cleansing the air. Mako moaned the moment he turned her and slammed her into the wall, and she immediately wrapped her long legs about his waist and gave him a slow, desperate grind of her hips. Then she felt his tail teasing her clit and her body gave an involuntary jerk. "Please don't tease me, honey… I want you now," she breathed as she nipped her way across his jaw to his throat.

"And you'll have me, Koto," he replied softly, his tone infinitely more gentle than the rough thrust he gave as he entered her. "All of me."

Understanding the manner of his voice but not the words, the goddess of thunder could only moan as he withdrew and surged into her again, setting up a steady rhythm. He wasn't taking her fast, but he was certainly fucking her with the virility of a Saiyan warrior, and every cell in her body was humming with pleasure as he made her come and scream his name.

Bardock claimed her like that for a good long while, taking her to heaven no less than a dozen times before he suddenly stopped and rested just at her entrance. "Koto m'yo?" He whispered.

"Hai," she purred in Japanese, still reeling from the aftershocks of her last climax.

"K'sha m'yo… m'eh t'uh tor'sha."

That brought her out of it a little, and his very last word had her feeling a wave of déjà vu. He'd said that to her before, but… somewhere else. And she'd fought him tooth and nail. "Tor'sha?" She repeated, followed by a low moan of desire when he replied with a slow, sensual bite to her shoulder, just hard enough to bruise the skin.

Bardock looked back up at her as he pressed back into her body, giving her only the head of his cock. "K'sha'or. Tor'sha." When she only stared at him with those wide, confused green eyes, he leaned in and kissed her gently. "No fuck," he breathed. "Ruhv joo. Vunt mate."

The intensity and longing in his eyes brought a foreign memory to her mind, one of them tenderly making love in a bed she'd never seen, their bodies tangling together as she moaned and he clamped down on her already-marked shoulder. It was accompanied with an aching in her chest and her shoulder, and Mako felt tears welling up in her eyes even though she didn't know why. "Bardock…?"

"K'sha m'yo," he whispered, nipping at her lower lip as he pushed forward, gradually lowering her onto him once more, trembling as he heard her moan and she clutched at him tightly. She was remembering, he could see it in her eyes, and as he withdrew and thrust into her gently, he saw another wave of recognition in those glazed emeralds, along with a hint of love. "Jesh?"

"G'in," she whispered in Saiyan, unable to break eye contact as he moved once more, then again, sending a long, steady wave of pleasure through both their bodies, setting her to shaking as he began a gentle rhythm and she felt herself already headed towards an orgasm. "T'au," she whimpered. "K'sha t'au, Bardock… I'm yours…"

He moved a little harder then, finally breaking eye contact to bend his head and rake his teeth over her shoulder. "Tor'sha?" He asked again.

Unable to speak anything but his name as she moaned and began to keep time with his slow thrusting, Makoto simply nodded and dug her nails into his back as she began to tighten around him. "Bardock…" Gods, their first time had been so intense and gentle at the same time, but this was a whole different level of lovemaking and she was about burn up from the inside out as he dialed his movements back a notch to keep her just on the edge of ecstasy. "Please, Bardock! Please don't tease me like that!"

A nip to her shoulder set her to moaning again, and the goddess of Jupiter buried her fingers in his hair and offered up the lightly tanned flesh that he was nuzzling and nibbling as he continued to keep her just out of reach of her pleasure.

The silent offering undid him, and Bardock groaned and thrust into her roughly as he buried his teeth in her shoulder, purring and growling with need as he tasted her blood and felt her thoughts flooding his mind. "M'yo," he snarled, gripping her hips as he gave her what she wanted, sending her careening over the edge, crying his name as she took him with her into paradise.

Sinking to his knees in the aftermath, the water beating down on his head, Bardock wasn't surprised to feel her shaking against him, sobbing quietly into his shoulder.

She remembered.

"I don't remember saying it before the timeshift, Koto… but I do love you," he whispered, his voice barely heard over the sound of the running shower.

"I'm horrible!" She choked out, shaking her head furiously against his chest. "I should have never—"

"I don't ever want to talk about it, Koto." His words were firm, but they were gentle, and he tipped her face up to look into her eyes. "You didn't know and I forgive you for it. You can feel it through the bond, yes?" Her little nod made him try for a smile and he kissed her softly. "Then let it be, r'sha. You're mine again and that's all that matters."

"I'm sorry, Bardock!" She cried, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him tightly. His gentle assurances that she was forgiven and that he didn't care about it anymore only made her cry harder. "I don't deserve you," she finally breathed as he cut off the water and lifted her into his arms.

Sighing heavily, wishing that she'd just let it go and be happy, Bardock tried for levity. "Hey… I didn't pump and dump this time." He winked at her when she looked up in surprise, then grinned down when she cracked a tiny smile. "Hey come on, I want to hear about how impressed you are that I managed not to come the moment I finally had you again."

"That never bothered me. What would impress me right now is seeing you get it up a third time so that you can make love to me again," she answered with a smile. It turned into a grin when he laid her down in the bed and they both looked down to find him flaccid and a tiny growl of frustration escaped his lips. "I think I can help with that, love," she chuckled, slipping a knife from her subspace, dragging it lightly over one of his thighs as he stood over her.

Bardock felt his inner Saiyan responding to the joking threat of it being pressed only briefly to his groin and let it take over, snatching up her hands and pinning them smoothly over her head with one while he took her knife and broke it with the other. "One day I'm going to have to find out if I'm some sort of deviant pervert or if that's normal for other males," he chuckled as he pressed his newly hardened cock into her folds.

"Oh, we're both definitely perverted deviants, Saiyan. Now get down here so I can bite you back."

#################################

Rubbing at her eyes, Serenity groggily made her way to her room in the dark hallway, only to run into something solid, and if it hadn't been for a pair of muscular arms and the silky tail winding around her immediately, she would have hit her ass on the carpet.

"You alright?" Vegeta's rough voice asked her in the dark.

"Mmhmm, fine. Sorry, just had to deal with some stuff," she replied sleepily, trying her best to ignore the warmth of his bare chest seeping through the silk of her nightgown. "Geta?" She whispered after a full minute when he still hadn't relinquished his hold on her.

"I want you, Sere," he replied in a soft growl as he backed her up against the wall, lifting her in one smooth motion before she could even protest. "Need you," he groaned into her throat as he drew in her scent. "Right now."

Oh my dear sweet fucking gods, I've had this dream, she thought with a shiver of anticipation. "Geta?" Serenity practically rolled her eyes at the sound of her own voice; she'd meant for it to sound strong and sure, but it had only sounded desperate and needy.

"Don't worry," he breathed in her ear, giving her a slow grind of his hips as the hand not holding her up slid over a firm, perky breast. "I'll definitely take care of you first, Sere."

"It's just the full moon, Geta." The words came out as a moan as she felt his mouth trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, and the queen couldn't help but whimper as he shifted her and ground against her again, his cock massaging her years-neglected clit through the silk of the gown. She was finding the will to protest when he emitted a throaty purr and she scented his pheromones perfuming the air, but her real undoing was the feeling of his lips ghosting over a spot on her throat that had her eyes rolling back in her head. "Geta…"

The crown prince took that soft moaning of his name as permission and he slid the hem of her gown up to expose her, growling in approval when he discovered her lack of any other clothing. He was pressing against her entrance within moments, nipping and licking at that spot as her soft whimpers of pleasure filled his ears.

Serenity trembled the moment she felt the thick, hot head of his cock penetrate her and instantly bunched her hand in his hair to force his mouth to hers as she used her legs to pull him closer and force him inside of her to the hilt. "Don't stop," she ordered breathlessly, sensing his surprise through her empathy as she began to use her strong thighs to ride him. "I want this, Geta. I want you."

"Sere…"

"Vegeta…"

"Sere!"

She stopped then and opened her eyes to find Vegeta staring down at her in the dark, his eyes stormy with worry. "Geta? What's—" Oh… I was dreaming again… With a blush that she hoped he couldn't see in the poor lighting, the queen let him help her sit up. "What's wrong?"

"You're needed at the Temple of Uranus. Right now," he grunted as he scooped her out of the bed and began to move quickly, not having time to allow his queen to wake up. "There's a Mexican standoff in the temple and shit is going to hit the fucking fan if we don't hurry," he explained.

"Oh!?" Serenity immediately teleported them there and gawked for a full second at the large ki blast in Gohan's hand, the glowing space sword in Haruka's, and the unconscious goddess of Death cradled in the young Super Saiyan's free arm. "The hell is going on!?" She shouted, instantly in queen-mode despite her thin nightgown and her unbound golden hair, wiggling her way out of Vegeta's arms and onto her own feet.

Michiru, who was standing between the two enraged warriors, spoke up. "Hotaru tried to stop the fight and jumped between them just as Ruka fired, and Gohan won't let anyone close to check her."

The queen whirled around then and fearlessly approached the growling, blonde male, kneeling in front of him as she ignored Vegeta's outraged protest. "Gohan, your mate is hurt, sweetheart. I can heal her if you let me touch her." His snarl and a burn from his ki to her arm made her stop from reaching forward as she winced in pain. "Gohan… do you want your mate to die? I don't know how hard she got hit, and if you don't let me help her…"

"You're not taking her," he snapped.

"No, I'm not, Gohan. I just need to touch her, that's all. Just a touch, ok? And then you can take her back to the Temple of Saturn. No one will stop you, I swear it on my crown."

"Boy, you're being a shitty mate by not letting the queen heal her," Vegeta rumbled from several feet away.

Gohan blinked at that and shifted Hotaru slightly, but his eyes never once left Serenity, nor did the ki blast in his hand vanish. "Heal her. Then back away slowly," he growled, his tail thrashing behind him wildly in his anger.

"Alright," Serenity said gently, kneeling and sliding forward to touch Hotaru's hand, ignoring Vegeta's posturing behind her as he growled in warning at Gohan. "I'm going to glow, now, so don't freak out, sweetheart." Closing her eyes, she summoned her powers and healed Hotaru of the concussion she'd suffered as a result of a World Shaking, then did as the brunette's mate had asked, backing away slowly and carefully. "She needs to rest in bed for the next twenty-four hours, Gohan," Serenity instructed softly. "That hit really knocked her for a loop."

"Take her home boy," Vegeta ordered gruffly, yanking Serenity into his arms with his tail the moment she was within reach. "Call the queen when she's awake."

Scooping Hotaru up and carefully cradling her against him, Gohan nodded once before exiting with Saiyan speed, and the queen immediately turned on Haruka as soon as he was gone. "Not a word!" She snapped. "I am so not dealing with you right now, Haruka… because if I do, I'll likely regret the results of it. So I am going to bed, and you and I will have a little discussion in a few days. Understood?"

"Hai, Ouhi," Uranus answered promptly, kneeling before her furious queen.

"And what of Hota?" Michiru asked softly.

"Whether or not she is to be mated by Gohan is entirely up to her, not you two. Like my daughter, she is a grown woman and is old enough to make her own decisions… and mistakes. Both of you will refrain from swaying her decision to wed, and if you can't keep an opinion to yourself, then stay away from her."

"Yes, Serenity," Michiru whispered, wrapping a hand around Haruka's arm to tug her up and lead her towards their quarters.

Vegeta jumped a bit in surprise when his mate immediately began to shake once they were alone, and quickly scooped her up bridal style, a little alarmed by the tears leaving her eyes. "Come on, r'sha. Let's get you in bed. Gohan scared the hell out of you, didn't he?"

"No," she breathed, "I scared the hell out of me… I very nearly went Cosmos when I saw little Hota knocked out. I would have vaporized my sisters in my anger."

"Teleport us back, goddess," Vegeta rumbled in her ear, having every intention of erasing her tears with a little distraction.

Doing as he asked without a second thought, Serenity closed her eyes as she tried to get her crying under control and felt him ease her back into her bed before he snuggled in tightly against her. His scent soothed her, and it wasn't until she felt his lips ghosting over her shoulder that she noticed he'd stripped before slipping under the covers. "Geta… I'm… I'm not ready to talk about the book just yet…"

"We'll talk about it another time," he rasped as he rolled on top of her and began to push her nightgown over her hips. "Tonight I'm just going to make you forget about your idiot older sister." He sensed her hesitation and stopped, though. "You know, goddess…" He nipped at her neck as his hands traced the outsides of her thighs. "…I smelled your arousal and you were moaning my name when I came in to wake you up… was I good at least?"

Before she could stop herself, Serenity snorted and rolled her eyes. "You woke me before I got to the good part, asshole."

"Asshole? Heh… you must have been just dripping wet with anticipation, Sere." Smirking at her little gasp of surprise and pleasure as he pressed his fingers into her heat, Vegeta nipped at her shoulder as he found her—as he'd thought—still very, very wet from earlier. "Wow, Sere… now I feel a little bad about waking you before you'd had your way with me. I could lie still on my back if you wish?"

Eyes wide and face bright red, Serenity did the only thing she could think of and squirmed out from under him, yanking her hemline back down to her lower thighs. "Gods, you're such a pervert!" She squeaked out in embarrassment. Her eyes only got wider as she watched him slowly, gradually raise his fingers to his lips and his tongue flickered out briefly to taste the moisture clinging to them, the sight of it bringing a tiny whimper from her throat as she imagined that tongue between her legs. The goddess of the moon could only watch as his eyes locked on her face while he slowly, sensually stroked his tongue up and down both digits, his purr growing louder and more seduction with every taste of her desire. "Geta…?"

Vegeta had no words for her, since words typically only got him yelled at, and he rolled right back on top of her and shoved her gown back up to her waist before diving under the covers and between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips tightly as his mouth devoured a full helping of the sample he'd just had. She tasted just as he remembered, sweet and light and wonderful, and Vegeta was purring and growling and rock hard as her voice rose up loudly, ringing in his ears as she came.

He didn't stop there, wanting nothing more than her utter satisfaction with him as he thrust his tail deep inside of her, his lips pursing over her clit to suck, his purr rattling so hard that it was vibrating her core. Only when she was whimpering and begging for him to stop after her third climax did he slide back up to claim her lips, his tongue dueling passionately with hers as he let her taste her own pleasure. "Good as the dream?" He asked hoarsely as he attempted to ignore the dull ache in his cock.

Unless she offered it, there would be no relief for him. Not tonight, anyway. This was about her. About making her feel better and focus on something other than the events in the Temple of Uranus, about trying to make up for his mistakes during the first timeline.

"Oh my fucking gods, yes," Serenity moaned, still shaking and light-headed from the amazingly skilled tongue-lashing. It had been the first pleasure she'd felt in over a hundred years, and something raw and primal had woken within her… and she was a little surprised to discover that she wanted more. More of him, to be specific. Sliding her hand between them, Serenity colored slightly as she looked askance up at him, giving him one timid stroke.

"Only if you want it, Sere," Vegeta whispered, his voice trembling with the strain of leashing his beast. It was roaring at him to claim her, to bite her and fuck her, but he downright refused to make the same mistake twice.

"I wanted to return the favor. I don't think I'm ready for more than that, Vegeta. Is that… ok?"

Surprised by how suddenly shy she was, Vegeta rolled onto his side and pressed her hand firmly to his cock. "Woman, you can do whatever you want to me," he assured her. "I'm definitely not complaining. But only if you want to."

Not one to just leave him hanging after he'd given her three of the best orgasms of her life, Serenity leaned in and kissed him, letting him take the reins as he dominated her mouth. She was totally in control of what was happening beneath the covers, though, and her hand was slow but firm as she squeezed his length and massaged the head with her thumb, spreading a few drops of his essence across it.

She was about to ask if she was doing it the way he liked it when he suddenly erupted into her hand with a loud groan and a hitch in his purr, his hips bucking forward as his seed spilled all over her nightgown. "Sorry if… if it wasn't as good as you'd hoped," Serenity whispered when he pulled away a little to just gaze at her, an indecipherable expression on his face. "I'm… a bit out of practice."

"It was amazing, r'sha," Vegeta breathed against her lips, giving her one slow, tender, love-filled kiss before sitting her up and yanking her gown over her head. He used it to clean himself—it was totally soiled with both of their fluids anyway—and then tossed it over the edge of the massive bed, then sighed happily as he pulled her tightly into his arms. "We skipped a few pages in that book, but like I said, we'll discuss it later if you'd like," he chuckled happily.

Turning crimson, Serenity could only nod as the most arrogant man she'd ever met actually snuggled with her, his satisfied purr filling the room along with the scent of what had just went on beneath the covers.

WOOOOOOOOOOO! Vegeta finally GOT SOME! And he wasn't a douche! And MAKO REMEMBERS! Also… the Saiyan glossary is UPDATED. Some of the words in there haven't been used yet, but I added them for the sake of having them on hand for when I do use them. Or when Ana uses them in CC. R&R!