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Usagi sighed and snuggled in closely to the scent of a fire on a cold night, nuzzling a rock-hard chest as she felt a pair of soft lips running over her shoulder. "Why does that feel so good, big guy?"
Dunno. I'm sure it's in that book, he replied silently as he simply enjoyed the feeling of holding a female he was bound to, running his lips up and down her throat as he used his hands to gently pet her. The bond was helping the aversion to contact; he could sense every move she was about to make before she even did it, could feel her intentions so that he was positive that she meant him no harm.
He almost felt normal again. He could even think about Bulma as she would have wanted to be remembered; with love and a smile… and an occasional hint of annoyance, rather than a bout of violent sobbing every time she even crossed his mind. I don't know if I said it… but thank you, Usagi.
Don't mention it, she replied sleepily, followed by a little happy noise as he ran his fingertips down her spine and began to purr quietly.
The newly-bound pair simply relaxed in the early dawn light for an hour until the sun began to peek through the windows. Vegeta was the first to rise out of a desperate need to pee, and Usagi giggled at the sight of morning wood. "I'd suggest something else you could do with that, but… I don't want a replay of last night. We'll wait," she assured him when he looked down and sighed, followed by a gaze of longing towards his new mate. "When you're ready for intimacy, I'm sure you'll let me know, Geta. Go pee," she snorted, giving him a little wave towards the bathroom. "I can sense that your eyes are floating."
Vegeta actually smirked at that and nodded, marveling not for the first time at the complete reversal in his luck during the last two months. Not only was he rescued, but he was rescued by the most beautiful, patient being in the universe. Likely the only being in the universe that would have tolerated him and his distrust for so long and still stuck with him.
"After so much bad luck, you deserve the best luck available for the next couple hundred years," Usagi mused aloud when he returned. "So… what do you want to do today? Train? Relax? After the hangover I had when I woke yesterday at Broly's, I think I just want to be lazy today. Heh… now I know why Turles won't quit drinking. I think the cumulative hangover would fucking kill him!" She laughed.
No, come with me, he ordered, already striding out the door.
"Huh… ok?" Usagi pulled on her pants from the night before and a tank top before meeting him outside. "Do you want to spar or something?"
Vegeta motioned for her to sit directly across from him, and he waited patiently while she did as she was told, crossing her legs beneath her. I promised to teach you to fly, remember? Even with the bond, he wasn't quite ready for the hug that came as Usagi leapt into his arms and wrapped hers around him tightly, and he panicked a little in the embrace.
"Sorry!" Usagi said quickly as she half-pulled away, half-got-shoved out of his lap.
Despite how well she hid the hurt look in her eyes, Vegeta could still feel it through the bond and sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment as he calmed himself down and shoved down his fight-or-flight response. Come here, woman, he finally grunted, tugging her back into his naked lap to bend his head to hers and kiss her.
He'd meant it to be a gentle apology, but his beast was quickly taking over and rising to the surface, tipping her back onto the grass as the kiss became hot and raw, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as he sought entry with his tongue. Usagi opened to him immediately, moaning softly as he rocked his partial arousal into the juncture of her thighs and one of his hands stroked over her mark slowly, lighting a fire in her lower belly. Please… she begged through the bond. Please Vegeta, please don't stop…
Usa… I want you so badly but… I'm not sure if I can… Vegeta pulled away, panting for breath as he rubbed at his forehead and tried not to tremble from a sudden horrific memory of being chained and taken during his first week in captivity. They'd nearly killed him that time, had ruptured something deep inside of him, and it had taken three physicians to keep him alive under a threat of death from Arctic if they couldn't do it.
"I'm not through with him by a longshot. Your lives are tied to his, now. If he dies, so do you. I expect him healthy in a standard day."
His savior brought him out of it with a gentle shake and a caress to his face. "Geta… it's ok. They will never touch you again," she swore with a protective little growl. "I swear it. They have to get through me, first. And I promise you, you haven't even tasted the full extent of my power. I'd slaughter every last one of them in less than a minute."
"Why?" He asked aloud, trembling at the sound of his own voice and at the subject of being captured once more.
"Because it's what I do," Usagi replied simply. "And because I care about you. A lot," she added with a slight coloring to her cheeks. "Does the why matter so much as long as you trust me, Vegeta? It's not even a question of them killing me to get to you, honey. They simply won't get to you. I'd never let it happen. You do trust me, right?"
A long moment passed before he gave her a timid nod. "Yes."
Twining her fingers with his, Usagi brushed her mouth over his before resting his head against her shoulder so he breathe in her scent. "Then just relax… r'sha. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it by the moon and stars."
It took over an hour, but Vegeta was finally calm enough to resume what they'd originally come outside to do. Nonetheless, they were interrupted before Usagi could even make her first attempt at lifting herself off the ground with her ki.
What? He asked when Usagi's head went up and she started looking around in surprise.
"I… huh. I thought I sensed… something." She stood and shielded her eyes with her hand as she scanned the sky, but came up with nothing. "What about you, wild man? You feel anything out of the ordinary?"
Vegeta blinked and stood slowly before using his ability to sense ki, stretching it out beyond the little planet, and immediately fell to his knees and drew into himself in reaction to what he found.
And in reaction to Vegeta, Usagi instantly transformed into Cosmos and held her hand over the prince. "Silent Wall… nothing can touch you through that shield, Vegeta. You're completely, totally secure. You said you trusted me, right?"
The cowering Prince of all Saiyans looked up and his upper lip lifted in a silent snarl at the sight of Cosmos, but her weary sigh and the feeling of her emotional pain through the bond made him relax into a sitting position and finally nod. Silver or gold, she was still his mate, and she had sworn never to let any harm come to him. He would trust her. "R'sha."
She smiled at that and nodded just as a spacepod crashed into the landscape a few hundred yards away. "Ugh… not only do they have to just show up unannounced… but they have to fuck up my lawn, too?" With a wave of her hand, the pod was resting in a perfect green field and no longer in a crater, while the two men climbing out of it looked around in confusion. "I fixed it!" She yelled over to them. "And I'd ask you not to leave a hole in my home again!" Cosmos rolled her eyes a little when they just blinked at her in surprise. "Well, at least they missed the hot spring," she mumbled in annoyance. "How about a nice long soak after this, Geta? I know that I'll probably need one."
Vegeta merely looked up at her, purely amazed at her total lack of fear despite what these two guards had done to him. He knew what they could do, yet she was completely unfazed by their presences.
"You can use your ki now, if you've forgotten, Vegeta," she reminded him gently. "Are they stronger than you without the collar?" Cosmos smiled gently when his eyes went wide and he slowly stood, stepping forward so that they were side by side. "I told you there was no reason to be afraid anymore. Hell, you don't even need me to blow them away for you," she snorted as she detransformed.
"Wow, you're even hotter like that!" One of the men in armor exclaimed as they approached. "Well, we're all going to have an awful fun time with you when Lord Arctic's done with whatever punishment he has in mind. If you'd simply broken out the little prince he would have likely overlooked your transgression, but the whole prison section? Oh hell, no."
"Especially all of the Saiyans," the second guard added. "So… what's it going to be, lady? The easy way or the hard way? Not that we ain't spoiling for a fight, but we've got somewhere to be."
Usagi held out an arm to stop Vegeta for a moment and cocked her head as if in deep thought. "Tell you boys what… I'll give you one chance to get the hell off of my planet and to go tell Arctic never to bother any of the Saiyans again. And if you don't… you'll be very, very sorry."
"You and what army's going to make us sorry, lady?"
"We don't need an army," she replied smugly. "Hell, we don't even need me. I'm pretty sure Prince Vegeta can handle you little bastards by himself. Do you want to?" She added, directed at her patient. "I'll step off if you'd like."
The old Vegeta would have shoved her aside and stepped forward to take care of business, but this new Vegeta was hesitant to face the men that had helped torture him for years. Frankly… he was too afraid of them, even without the collar dampening his ki.
You sure you don't want a piece? Usagi asked softly when he tipped his head towards her. Nodding in understanding when he took a small step back, she transformed once again and simply flicked her hand out, flattening both warriors with a wave of silver power. "There. They're dead. I'm surprised you passed up the chance to get a little revenge, Geta. Oh well." Another flick of wrist and they were gone and buried, their spacepod along with them.
She sighed when Vegeta stepped back from her a little and felt a pang of heartache at his subtle rejection of her. He was afraid of her again. They all were after they'd seen how easily she could kill. Some more than others. Raditz had only been slightly intimidated by her power, but he'd left, too, just like all the others had. She couldn't totally blame them, though. She knew how scary she could seem when she was angered, even though she'd never hurt anyone that hadn't truly deserved it for committing some unspeakable act of evil.
Hell, she even gave them all a chance to change their ways and leave. A few of them took it, but most of them rose to the challenge before she promptly put them in their place. "I always kill them painlessly," she whispered under her breath, "but that never seems to matter."
Vegeta felt her completely block him out of the bond before she simply vanished from sight and he flopped on the ground and sighed heavily. He'd been afraid of her from the beginning, so what was the big deal? It wasn't the fact that she'd just wasted two guys in the blink of an eye; hell, he'd killed millions in one blast… hadn't he? Yes. Something in his mind told him that he had, a long, long time ago, even before Bulma.
He hadn't been afraid of her. He'd simply been wary of Cosmos, just as he always had. Didn't she get that? Or… had so many men she'd cared for all rejected her over the same issue? Yes, that was it, he'd sensed something like that through the bond before she'd shut him out.
He sighed again as he sat up and searched for her ki, but he couldn't find it anywhere on the small planet that he was quickly coming to think of as home. I touched a sore spot, he thought with regret. I hurt her.
Usagi? He thought towards her, hoping she'd hear him. I'm sorry, r'sha.
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"You look like you need a drink." Other than that, Turles was silent as he sat down in the black sand next to the guardian of the universe and handed her the bottle that was his constant companion.
He and his brother had both felt her ki when she'd arrived, but since she hadn't come straight to them, Turles had convinced Raditz to sit tight— especially when he'd sensed something was wrong with her energy signature—and had promised to bring her back with him if she was simply visiting. Scooting closer to her, Turles wrapped his arm and tail around her waist and purred gently in comfort as she drank deeply and wiped at her tears, only to drink again. "Ok, little rabbit. You've had enough," Turles told her gently, carefully extracting the bottle from her hands when she'd drunk over half of it. "You need to be sober enough to go back and let him apologize, don't you?"
"Not going back," she sniffled stubbornly into her folded arms.
"Yeah, sure," Turles snorted. "And I'm King-fuckin'-Vegeta. You're telling me that you're going to leave him to fend for himself… wherever it is you've got him? Tell me, is he still running around bare-ass naked, too? What happens when winter comes?" He took a drink and continued when she clamped her mouth shut and glared out across the ocean. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Hop along, little rabbit. Especially now that he's marked you."
"Why should I? He's afraid of me. Just like all of the others. I swore after Raditz that I wouldn't go through this again, Turles. And I won't. I was stupid as hell to let myself feel anything for Vegeta, only for him to be horrified by how much power is at my disposal. They're all scared of it, they all run, and—"
"Raditz didn't run because of that," Turles snorted with a roll of his eyes. "Raditz ran because he's Raditz. He wasn't scared of your power; he was fucking terrified of commitment. From the horse's mouth, I swear it on my tail," he added when Usagi stared at him in disbelief. "He's Saiyan. Same as Vegeta. We're not scared of power; hell, we're attracted to it!" He snickered. "There's nothing hotter than a woman that can kick my ass, I'm telling you." He winked down at her then and tightened his tail a little. "Hell, if you weren't marked and my big brother wasn't head over heels for you, I'd stake my own damned claim before you had the chance to run, Rabbit."
"Um… uh… flattered," he managed shyly, blushing to her collar.
"Hey, any Saiyan would want you, so like I said… don't worry about him being afraid of you. He's been beaten to within an inch of his life for the last hundred years, woman. He's likely afraid of everything."
"Thank you," Usagi sighed, wiping at the last of her tears. "I think somewhere inside I knew that, it's just that he touched on a really sore spot for me. I reacted before I'd thought about it from his point of view."
"Anytime."
"You know what, Turles? You need like… a tutu and a sparkly wand, and you could be the magical rum fairy. Something tells me you were passed out at the counter, hungover, and when I popped in it was like you sensed that I needed a drink," she giggled.
"What can I say, Rabbit? It's a gift. I felt a disturbance in the fabric of the universe, and I cried, 'I hear the sound of a breaking heart! I must drown their sorrows in alcohol!'"
"Don't lose that sense of humor, Turles," Usagi laughed, pecking him on the cheek. "You're going to make some woman a very good mate one day."
"Nah. I have only one lady, and she's drowning at the bottom of this bottle… I must drink to save her," he chuckled. He expected another laugh from his newest little drinking buddy, but when he looked up, she was gone. "Oh well, she'll be back when he pisses her off again," he snorted.
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Vegeta flew at top speed the moment he felt Usagi's ki reappear on their little planet, and landed gracefully at the edge of the edge of the hot spring, where she was soaking, her eyes closed. And he could smell the rum on her… and was that another male!? AGAIN!?
"Washing off the scent," she said absently without even opening her eyes. "And no. Turles happened to show up with a bottle of rum and got me pleasantly drunk while he convinced me to come back."
Convinced her? She wasn't going to come back!? That stopped Vegeta cold for a very long moment before he finally slipped into the spring and yanked her tightly to his chest, growling and purring simultaneously as his mouth crashed into hers, his tongue immediately seeking entry as his hands wandered her possessively.
His beast was on a jealous roll as it breathed in Turles's scent mixed with her own and it wanted nothing more than to get his musk all over her in a clear warning to any other males. She was his, damn it, and no one else's, and his inner Saiyan was not going to tolerate her leaving him.
Vegeta pressed her back against the edge of the spring as he deepened the kiss and felt the half-bond gradually open back up as she melted into him and whimpered and moaned with pleasure, her fingers buried in his hair to pull him closer as her legs wrapped around his waist. "Mine," he whispered between kisses, fighting like hell to keep an erection as her hands wandered his back.
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, her mouth moving from his to nip and kiss down his jawline to his throat. "Make love to me, Geta… please… I want you inside of me…"
He groaned with desire at the sound of those words, but his body still wasn't cooperating as her lips and tongue traced the scars on his chest and she whimpered and lifted her hips, desperately seeking him out. Want you too, but…
Usagi went limp and let out a long, shuddering sigh when he stopped and grunted in frustration. "It'll take time, Vegeta. It's ok, really. My offer still stands, you know, if you'd like me to—" She was cut off by a vigorous shake of his head. "I know, I know," she assured him, "just letting you know that the offer's on the table if you change your mind, that's all."
He sagged next to her and echoed her sigh of disappointment as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Sorry."
"It takes time, Vegeta," she repeated.
"No," he grunted. He swallowed hard and licked his lips as he formed another word. "For…" I'm not afraid of you, r'sha. I just don't feel comfortable with your other form. I haven't from the beginning, you know this.
"Well, that'll take time too," she replied in understanding. "And I'm sorry that I assumed… you know. Just bad memories, that's all."
Vegeta felt another wave of guilt at the thought of hurting her and nipped at her shoulder. "Home." He lifted her and dried them with his ki as she transformed, and in the blink of an eye they were back at the house and he was placing her carefully among his blankets, kissing her tenderly the moment she shifted back into Usagi.
"Geta, I know you're not ready, so stop trying to force it," she said softly, tracing his cheekbone with her fingers. "But I appreciate the thought, I really do."
I want to try, Usagi… for you. To prove I'm not afraid. Let me try, he whispered in her mind, unaware of the edge of the seduction to his voice, the same tone he'd always used with Bulma in private. Vegeta felt her submission as she relaxed beneath him and sighed his name between slow, easy kisses, both of their hands gently exploring each other's bare flesh as the scent of their mutual arousal filled the air around them.
But it just wasn't happening, apparently, when after a half-hour of making out he was still limp as a wet noodle. "Sorry," he finally groaned in defeat, sagging into the blankets beside her.
"It's ok," Usagi huffed, more than a little disappointed at the sudden lack of contact.
The next week went by much like that day, minus the uninvited guests and Usagi disappearing to drown her sorrows with Turles. Every few hours of every day, Vegeta would pounce on her and try his damnedest to claim her physically, and every day they wound up in a sweaty, unfulfilled heap, panting with desire but neither of them finding any relief.
Usagi was starting to get ridiculously frustrated, he could tell, but no matter what he tried—slow, hard, gentle, intense—he just couldn't seem to get things going down south. The worst day was when he did manage an erection, only for it to fail miserably the moment he'd attempted to thrust into her.
That had been two days prior, and Vegeta had left her alone for a full day after to simply give her a break from the lack of results while he thought over every intimate moment they'd shared since he'd bitten her. The more he went over it in his mind, the more he was positive that it was the extra contact that was shutting him down.
She wouldn't be able to touch him. Hell, they probably wouldn't even be able to kiss. Every moment when he'd achieved even a semi-arousal only to lose it, he'd lost it when she'd touched his back, gripped his hips, or threaded her fingers through his hair.
But if she couldn't touch him, how in the hell was he supposed to get aroused? Hm… Vegeta thought about that and easily found the solution; he'd simply delve into the little fantasies about him that she was constantly imagining nearly every hour of the day. They'd given each other plenty of privacy through the bond, but both of them had made it clear that they were welcome to view the other's thoughts and emotions if they wanted to.
Vegeta was in the shower later that night when he finally did it, and he nearly did a dance of joy to see himself standing proudly in the air, fully aroused and ready to go. The contact was it, he was convinced now! A fantasy of taking Usagi, pinned to the shower wall and totally immobile had finally made his beast practically sing as it purred happily at the thought and rose to the surface.
Now… to track her the fuck down and take her before he lost it again.
A little on the short side, I know, but I thought that a GREAT spot to end it just to fuck with yall. :D Btw, for those of yall that haven't tackled my magnum opus, History has been UPDATED! HUZZAH! Just be patient on that story while I finish up Attrition and UR; I really need to finish some stories before I jump back on that one lol. Credits to Ana for Turles the Rum Fairy! The man bleeds rum! *Turles gets cut and licks the wound* "Mmmmm! I'm so TASTY!"