Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but it would be a lot cooler if I did...
AN: So we finally have more material for the Bulma arc fresh off the press. Hopefully this creates a more rounded vision which was my original intent. Enjoy.
Bulma stood in front of the mirror in her pajamas, a little dismayed at what she saw. She was six months along now. She pouted a bit as her fingers cupped her swollen belly. In the place of her dynamite figure and gorgeous curves was now this foreign body. It seemed like only yesterday she was rocking little black dresses and going to chic parties totally wowing the guests, making other women jealous and men dream fantasies of being lucky enough to have been graced by her presence. She sighed as she looked over her current form, truly hoping this was her final form in this state of flux. It seemed like such a sacrifice to waste her good looks on children in the prime of her life.
She felt thoroughly vexed. As much as part of her relished bringing in a new life, part of her hated what it was doing to her body. If only you could have a child and not lose your figure, she thought vainly, now there is a wish for the eternal dragon. Bulma cackled in self defeat. That was just not the world she lived in.
It definitely could not be hidden from the press any longer. It was fairly obvious now she was with child. She rarely went out in public anymore so as to not be hounded by the media. She was tired of their antics lately. She had to work remotely from her compound so as to avoid those vultures. Even now she could not meet her regular doctor at her office, so she had to pay extra so her doctor could do the procedures at Capsule Corp and so that every test remained a secret within the company.
She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. As she opened them a fierce and determined look graced her visage. Despite the insecurity her physical appearance made her feel, she was determined not to let it get her down. She broke out her makeup and began to expertly apply it and fix her hair. If she was going to be seen today she would look like a goddess. And maybe, just maybe if she walked with enough confidence people would not know how truly insecure she felt on the inside.
As she put on an elegant purple dress which accentuated her best features while not bulging or looking inappropriate, she paused to gaze up her reflection. You can do this, she reminded herself. She smirked to herself and gave her twin an approving wink as she walked down the stairs. She had to meet her mother for breakfast.
She could hear that tapping of her heels on the floor as she strolled down the hall, subconsciously swaying her hips. The sound gave her immense pleasure and made her feel sexy. Honestly it would have been easier to wear flats during her pregnancy, but she refused to give up her heels. They made her feel powerful and sexy. Every woman deserves to feel sexy. So every click of her heels was like the sound of victory to her. It was a victory over pregnancy, a victory over her own body, a victory over everyone who doubted that she could do it.
As Bulma sat down to have breakfast her confidence deflated as she caught a glimpse at her mother. She was busily humming to herself and finishing up their delicious breakfast dressed in her usual top and pants. Her mother's body had hardly changed in decades despite pregnancy and she hardly seemed to age at all. If you didn't know any better you would swear she was no older than twenty eight or so.
How was this possible? Was she a clone that her father kept growing and replacing every few years? Or perhaps she wished for eternal youth from the Dragonballs. It was silly to be jealous of her own mother, but Bulma could not help it at this time. Her own body was going through massive changes. And unfortunately it seemed she favored her father more than her mother and her looks would be affected by this baby.
Bulma huffed a bit at the unfairness of life and Gregor Mendel. She seemed to be on the losing side of inherited traits this time. Before her mother turned around she forced a cheery smile on her countenance. At least she could pretend to be in a good mood. Perhaps if she kept the act up, she might actually feel better.
As her mother made her way to the table with full trays of appetizing food, Bulma's mind wandered towards devouring the cornucopia of savory delights before her. Damn this pregnancy appetite! She inwardly groaned. It was counterproductive to care about one's looks with this preternatural hunger.
She decided to forgo all pretenses and filled her plate to sate her inner beast. Gluttonous though it was. She filled her plate with the sweetest treats she could find: cherry turnovers glazed with sugar, blueberry pancakes topped with whip cream, and many other savory delights. She couldn't help but to devour them with intensity she had hardly ever known in all her life.
"My, my you have a healthy appetite," her mother commented.
Bulma swallowed a symphony of sweet deliciousness before answering, "It's these hormones I think. Or some other side effect of growing a tiny person."
Her mother laughed heartily, "Just be sure you have as much as you want. I want my grandchild to be as healthy as possible."
Bulma tore into a delicious strawberry, "Will do Mom."
"Any plans for today?" her mother inquired as subtly as possible.
Bulma lifted an eyebrow. It was only a split second before going back to savoring a delicious cherry turnover. It's tart filling the perfect contrast to the sweet exterior of the pastry. She needed to appear nonchalant to her questions, but her mother was up to something.
Her mother had been extremely strange since Vegeta's departure. Thankfully she kept her silence about Bulma's affair with the Saiyan. It had been very awkward at first. Lately she had taken to giving her cryptic comments full of half-truths and double meanings. Most of it went over Yamcha's head when he heard them. It seemed Bulma was afoul of some sort of plot, a very subtle one at that. Yet she was not sure what sort at this point.
"I have an ultrasound appointment for our baby today," Bulma informed her, hoping her pause was not noticeable.
The matron simply wore an unreadable cheerful expression, "That's great sweetie, I hope you aren't hounded by reporters again."
"Me too," Bulma agreed curtly, cursing the woman's undeniable skill at diplomacy.
"I bet he'll look just like that handsome prince," the matron commented with a perfectly innocent tone.
Bulma dropped her fork at that. It clanged loudly and abruptly against the plate. No hiding that the last comment got to her. It was obvious that it had. So that's what her mother was getting at.
It had been weeks since she last thought about the possibility. Sure time wise it could be his. Things were going so well with Yamcha lately; it seemed to have moved naturally to the back of her mind. Yet this seemingly benign comment, brought up something she had pushed out of her mind amid the normal drama of pregnancy.
She knew her mother had some strange bond with Vegeta for some reason. So she needed to end this discussion once and for all. Besides her mother liked Yamcha, Goku and any other handsome fighter that she had befriended over the years, she could just bond with Yamcha if need be. She would let her mother know her choice.
"He's not Vegeta's baby mom, he's Yamcha's," Bulma stated in an even tone as if it was written in stone.
"Or we could have little princess that looks just like you," The matron giggled seeming not hearing her at all.
Bulma sighed at the effort it took to break through her mother's fantasy, "Mom."
"Yes dear?" the matron asked grinning at Bulma.
"It's not Vegeta's and never will be," Bulma declared harshly, beginning to lose her temper.
"Are you sure?" the matron asked without breaking her sweet demeanor.
"He… He's been gone a long time mom and who knows if he'll ever come back," Bulma pointed out, as if that were the only proof the matron should need.
"He'll be back sweetie," the matron asserted and sipped her morning coffee.
Bulma grunted in frustration. Her mother was really growing her nerves now. How can she have such faith in him? Even if it was his child, he was practically a deadbeat father at this point. In such a case it should be Bulma, which her mother should be giving her unwavering faith to.
"How can you be so sure?" she managed to query in a surprisingly controlled tone.
"I just know," her mother maintained simply.
Why would she even want Vegeta back? Bulma wondered. Vegeta returning would only complicate things. Besides based on what she knew about Saiyans, they were hardly nurturing fathers. Yamcha was a much better choice. Despite all his flaws, he would be the better father. She just knew it.
Bulma took a calculated sip of coffee before replying, "Even if he does come back Mom, he won't be the father of my baby. It will always be Yamcha."
"Why are you so set on Yamcha?" the matron inquired, in an increasingly annoying cheery tone.
"He's more stable. My baby deserves to have a father who is there for them," Bulma conveyed, hoping maybe logic would work.
"Of course dear, but are you sure Vegeta wouldn't be there for the baby?" her mother asked.
Bulma stroked her chin and looked in the air. It was a good question. To be honest she wasn't sure. However it was that fear, that uncertainty that drove her to cling to Yamcha as a lifeline. In these chaotic and uncertain times, she needed all the certainty she could get. She knew exactly the kind of father Yamcha would be and that was his appeal and right now that trumped any future with Vegeta.
"It has to be. Look at his past track record," Bulma implied, knowing the horrors of his past.
The matron merely sipped her coffee with a satisfactory sigh then commented, "If that's what you want I will support you, but just be prepared for the unexpected."
"A little late for that," Bulma cackled, "But sure Mom, I'll try to."
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As Bulma made her way into the medical wing of Capsule Corp her mind was swimming with questions. Outwardly she appeared as confident as ever. However on the inside she was full of insecurities. She paused a moment outside the door to the exam room with her hand on the handle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself before walking in.
Inside she found her doctor and her lover. She gave them a bright smile despite her inner feelings. She was quite good at looking one way and feeling another. It was one of the perks of growing up in high society. Deception had to become your forte.
Her doctor was an attractive woman in her forties. She still had a great body and dressed as such with subtly revealing dark green top and black pants that made her dynamite body stand out. Her dark hair and blue eyes were a great contrast and accentuated her natural beauty.
Normally seeing Yamcha so chatty with any woman like this would have made her question his resolve, however lately he had become quite affectionate and endearing. She doubted he had any real interest in the doctor. He was probably just asking her questions about the baby again. Biology hardly came natural to someone lacking in formal education like him.
"Hey there," Bulma called to them both with a wave of her hand.
"Hey Bulma, I was just talking to the doctor here about the procedure. I'm pretty excited," he admitted with a grin.
"It's a standard ultra sound, no big deal really," the doctor assured her.
"It is a big deal, I missed the last one. I want to see our baby on live TV this time," Yamcha declared.
"It's not a TV you idiot," Bulma teased him.
"TV, babycam, whatever," Yamcha shrugged.
Bulma and doctor burst out laughing. She just could not hold it in. This was why she loved him. All her doubts vanished in those little moments of laughter. All the little moments like these are what stole her heart in the first place. Despite her reservations, he had won her over with laughter every time.
And despite what all the romantic movies and books say, it's not grand gestures that make a relationship. It's the little things. Things like making her feel better when she needed it. Buying her favorite ice cream or just listening to her rant and rave about her day. Yamcha was always amazingly good at the little things.
And now it seemed her pregnancy had finally tempered his previous faults. He seemed more committed lately. Whereas previously he withdrew when things got serious, the idea of a child finally made him closer to her and his previous tendencies evaporate. The big lug had finally grown up it seemed, and it was about time.
"You're such an idiot sometimes I swear," Bulma giggled.
"But I'm your idiot," he retorted.
"That you are," she managed to get out as the laughter finally ceased.
"Step right up Ms. Briefs and we'll get started," the doctor instructed as she gestured with right hand towards the exam table.
Bulma expertly maneuver herself with practiced grace. Pregnancy had changed the way her body responded. As much as she pretended she could no longer do certain things. She made it look easy, but that was from lots of practice. Now she could hop in her best heels at least on a limited basis. She hopped on the exam table with seeming grace, but it was actually exceedingly difficult.
She did it all without changing her pleasant visage. To the others it seemed as if she was in a good mood. When in reality it hurt her ankles more and more to do those simple maneuvers. The baby was starting to put more and more pressure on her joints. Hopefully it was all worth it in the end.
"This is going to feel a little cold," the doctor informed her.
It did feel cold as the jelly was spread on her belly. It was quite a strange feeling. As Bulma watched the doctor spread it. She got the distinct impression the doctor was using lube. She should have used the one with the warming sensation, she thought impishly to herself. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she suppressed a laugh at her carnal thoughts of the uses of lube.
"What's with the goofy grin?" Yamcha inquired with a brow raised.
"I'll tell you later, if you are lucky," she quipped and gave him a wink.
"All right," Yamcha nearly shouted, excited at her innuendo.
He held himself in check as the doctor looked on in confusion. Time for naughty thoughts could wait. This was important. This would be his first real glimpse at their child, developed enough for him to make out real features. He could not wait to see it.
As the doctor punched a few buttons on her machine, Bulma's heart began to beat furiously. She didn't know why at first. This should be a happy moment for her. She looked at Yamcha and he was grinning from ear to ear. Why do I feel such dread? She wondered. Bulma hid her terror behind a mask of imperceptive optimism as she had been practiced at from years of high society functions.
Yamcha giggled with excitement as the first images appeared on the screen. Yet Bulma could not join him. It was then that her conversation with her mother replayed in her mind from this morning. It was quite possible that it could not be Yamcha's. That would mean the baby could have a tail like Gohan.
This ultrasound could reveal everything. Only Saiyans were born with tails anymore. So that would leave Yamcha to suspect either Goku or Vegeta. Gohan was far too young to be a candidate. And it would crush him.
Bulma held her breath slightly as more of her baby was revealed, hoping and praying that no tail would be there. Please let it be Yamcha's, she pleaded to whatever deity would listen. Her heart nearly sank when she glimpsed a long slender object.
"There is the umbilical cord," the doctor informed them both.
Bulma let out a sigh of relief and laughed. She disguised it as a laugh of excitement. Really it was a laugh of self depreciation. In her worry she had forgot all about the umbilical. How silly of me, she chastised herself.
"Everything appears normal Ms. Briefs you are having a nice healthy baby boy," the doctor announced with a smile.
"A boy?" Yamcha murmured with excitement.
"That's right a boy," the doctor reiterated with a pleasant laugh.
"Can you believe it Bulma? We're going to have a son," Yamcha beamed at her taking her hand.
"I guess we'll have to start thinking of boys names," Bulma said with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Yamcha asked wiping a tear of her cheek.
"Nothing, I'm just so happy," Bulma reassured him, hiding the real truth.
Bulma hugged him tightly hoping all the fears and doubts would go away in his arms. She had really avoided something here. Thank god it's Yamcha's, she thought. I don't know what I would have done if the baby had a tail. That's now over and done with and we can get on with our lives, she told herself as she held him tighter.
0-0-0
Vegeta stepped out of the Capsule Corp ship onto the landing bay. As he looked around he felt a strange sort of déjà vu. From those strange visions, he guessed he had been here before but he had no clear memories of this place. As he surveyed his surroundings he noted they were a bit different from the dreams he'd had. While the landing bay still looked somewhat grand, it was also empty. It looked sparsely used, as if no one had been to this place in years and there were no priestesses or temple maidens around this time. Though he did spot several torches along its walls still lit for illumination. So someone still inhabits this place; torches don't light themselves, he thought.
He looked in the direction he remembered was the temple and wondered if it was still standing. If it wasn't, this whole journey was a waste of time. That dream took place decades ago. Since he was not in a ship nearly as grand as last time and he had no entourage with him, perhaps the priestesses would not even want to see him. He shook his head a bit; he needed answers and hopefully this place had some. So he flew off in the direction of the temple.
He caught sight of the same giant statues from the dream and knew this was the right direction. He felt a slight sense of relief as he spotted the temple carved into the mountainside. He paused his flight midair to inspect it. It appeared unblemished from his vantage point, as if it had always been there and as if it would always be there. He could even make out tiny silhouettes of the women of the temple going about their lives in their white robes. They obviously were not expecting any visitors as there was no formal greeting party as in the dream.
Vegeta landed softly in the middle of the titanic statues near the same spot as he remembered from the dream, startling a few women in white temple robes nearby. He couldn't help but chuckle as the women went inside to inform their superiors of his visit with great haste. He crossed his arms in his royal stance as he waited for them to scurry about and bring the head priestess to him. He hoped it would not be too long since he had things to do.
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Inside the office of the Head Priestess of Sacra Via, a young temple maiden was once again brought before the Head Priestess for flagrantly violating the rules. The audacious young shrine maiden stood in front of the desk arms crossed and looking slightly annoyed rather than scared. Other novices and shrine maidens would have been shaking with fear; not this brazen violet haired woman. Even her temple robes, were worn enticingly, unlike the other women at the temple.
The older woman sat behind the desk incensed at Sibella's latest behavior. The older woman shared the same purple hair and green eyes as the younger one, though her body was thinner and not as curvy. She had raised her daughter here at the temple from afar, according to the rules of the Order. She never revealed to Sibella that she was her mother, though she did try to subtly influence the girl over the years. Lately though, it seemed she had to use her position to keep her rowdy daughter from being expelled from the Order.
Technically she was not supposed to have a child, but in her youth she disobeyed. Now it seemed her daughter was following in her footsteps, flouting the rules. Perhaps the Great Mother had a sense of humor after all.
"You've gone too far this time Sibella," Celeste claimed, pointing her finger at the unrepentant younger woman.
"I don't know what you are talking about Celeste," Sibella maintained, feigning ignorance.
"Tsk, tsk still such a bratty child after all your years here. Have you learned nothing in all your time here?" she replied facetiously.
"I've learned that you are cunning, subtly manipulative, and wish to control me," Sibella alleged, crossing her arms and tilting her chin away from the Head Priestess.
"Spoken like an adolescent, when you are supposed to be a young woman now," Celeste pointed out, exasperated that Sibella was still acting like this.
"Ha! What do you know about me? You've always lived here contently in the temple. I only wish to be free. Something you don't understand," Sibella uttered defiantly.
Celeste could not hold back a chuckle, "You assume I never lived a life outside these walls. You're wrong about that."
"Oh? Do tell," Sibella retorted dismissively.
Before Celeste could continue there was a knock at the door, interrupting her train of thought. It annoyed Celeste that she was interrupted before she could discipline her daughter completely. It had better be important; Sibella was already wearing on her last nerves. She took a moment to compose herself before finally answering.
"Come in," Celeste ordered.
A beautiful young novice appeared and bowed, "Excuse me Head Priestess, but we have a visitor."
"Really? It has been sometime since an off worlder has paid an unscheduled visit to our world. What can you tell me about them?" She inquired.
"Well ma'am, he is young, handsome, and athletic with dark hair. He appears to be a warrior of some sort, though he does not appear to be wearing a uniform." the novice reported.
The wheels in Celeste's head began to turn as she digested the information. Young, handsome, athletic…with dark hair… a warrior…could it be? She wondered. That description could describe hundreds if not thousands of known races in this sector of the Galaxy. However the description was also vaguely similar to a race that had close ties to the temple just a few short decades ago. She had heard there were survivors among the Saiyan race but only a handful. She knew that some were off world when their home world was destroyed. It was possible that one of the survivors could have made their way here, however unlikely.
Who could it possibly be? Celeste thought to herself. She needed more information and hoped that he was indeed a Saiyan and not some random drifter. Saiyans had some distinguishing features; particularly every warrior she had ever seen before proudly displayed their tails. If he was a Saiyan, she hoped he was from the elite class, over the years the elites favored visits to their sacred world.
"Are there any other details you can tell me to identify him? Like does he have a tail?" Celeste pressed, containing her excitement.
"No ma'am he has no tail. His ship appears to have strange symbols on it. They don't appear on any standard galactic data banks of known civilizations in this sector," the novice explained.
"Can you think of any other distinguishing features?" Celeste asked, frustrated that so far there was nothing to distinguish him.
"Well ma'am, he does have hair that sticks straight up like a flame," the novice finally revealed, unsure if she could recall anything else.
Celeste could not hide her grin. She could not believe her luck. He was indeed a Saiyan. Not only that, only one Saiyan family she knew of had hair like that. An elite had come to Sacra Via once again. Not just any elite, the last of the strongest bloodline, the Prince.
She could not afford to waste this opportunity. The Prince was likely the last and best of his people. It was their duty to preserve the bloodline of the Saiyan race that had once been so integral to the temple. It was then like lightning, an idea struck her. She could preserve the bloodline and teach her wayward daughter a lesson.
She would make Sibella serve the Prince for the duration of his stay. While she was technically forbidden from copulating, especially on temple grounds, it was unlikely that Sibella would resist him. Plus being a mere to attendant to anyone would deeply annoy Sibella. If the boy Celeste knew from so long ago grew to be anything like his father or mother, there was no doubt in her mind they would enjoy each other. It was perfect. All that she needed to do was switch that off world contraceptive pills Sibella thought she cleverly hid in her dresser.
"Very well, I shall greet him, myself. And Sibella…" Celeste paused, and snapped her fingers to get her attention.
"What is it?" Sibella acknowledged disinterested, not even bothering to look at Celeste.
"You will be his attendant for the duration of his visit," she ordered the brash young woman.
"What? How could you do this to me? Lower me to a mere servant!" Sibella huffed outraged.
"It is your punishment for your latest indiscretion and a fitting one if I say so myself," Celeste reminded her, in an even tone.
Sibella growled lightly, "Fine but this isn't over."
"And no fooling around with him, you are only meant to be his attendant and nothing more," Celeste insisted, knowing Sibella would disobey.
"I have no idea what you are implying," Sibella responded innocently.
"I'm sure you don't and you better keep it that way," Celeste warned her, in a convincingly grim voice.
Celeste rose from behind her desk and straightened her robe out before following the novice out. Sibella followed the old woman, miffed at her insinuations. Sibella was no common harlot, she was a lady. So what if she enjoyed the attentions of a dashing young noble now and then? What girl didn't like to be appreciated? If Celeste thought she was going to meekly accept this assignment as the attendant of this mystery man, she had another thing coming. She was going to defy Celeste any way she could. Especially if this man was a Saiyan as she knew Celeste suspected he was based on her questions. A mischievous grin etched her features, she had heard tales of the strength and virility of a Saiyan, and if only half of them were true she could have fun and defy Celeste at the same time.
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After waiting a bit, a woman in a slightly more ornate robe came out that he recognized. I think she said her name was… Celeste, he struggled to recall as he stroked his chin. She was flanked by two younger women, both exceptionally lovely, who appeared to be fresh out of adolescence.
"Greetings Warrior, I am Celeste Head Priestess of the temple. What brings you to this sacred space?" Celeste asked him respectfully.
"I have come seeking answers," Vegeta answered simply.
"Answers?" she repeated, curious at his word choice.
"If I remember correctly, the Mother provides light to guide her children through the darkest paths," he informed her.
"That she does," she agreed, impressed that he knew of the blessings of the Great Mother.
"I wish to undergo the ritual cleansing and perhaps she will provide me with the answers I seek," he requested.
"Perhaps she will, but be warned the Great Mother is sometimes capricious. However there is no harm in someone seeking to be cleansed of doubts to seek their future," she said, more for the others she knew were listening to their conversation.
"I agree, I would like to take part in the ritual as soon as possible," he suggested, not knowing how long it took to prepare the ritual.
"Very well, it will take a few days. In the meantime Sibella here," she motioned at the beautiful woman to her left, "Will be your attendant. She will see to your needs and go through the ritual with you. Until then rest and enjoy the few comforts we can provide."
Celeste and the other woman left; leaving Vegeta and Sibella alone to study each other. Sibella raised an eyebrow at his and crossed her arms and let him appraise her as she was appraising his fitness with a hungry look in her eye. She was definitely gorgeous that much he could tell. She was obviously a Saiyanoid species similar to Earthlings. As her alluring scent hit his nostrils, he detected something familiar in it. He could not quite place what it was, but on an instinctual level he found it very appealing. Great, another siren. The universe certainly has a sense of humor, he mused.
Her voluptuous body would have driven most men mad should this planet have had any men. She wore her white temple robe provocatively in order to accentuate her deliciously luscious curves. He had no idea who she was trying to look appealing for since there were only women here from his observations. Perhaps she prefers the company of other women, he thought impishly. Her hair was a deep violet color of wine and freely flowed down her robes. It was lustrous and finely maintained, and glistened slightly in the light. Her jade eyes pierced through him as if she wanted to unravel his secrets. They had a feral beauty to them that challenged and beguiled him.
"Priestess," he called to her.
"Technically I am only a shrine maiden; the ones you met early were priestesses," she corrected him in a sultry tone.
"Are you really a maiden?" he asked brazenly.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Maybe if you're lucky, you'll find out," she teased him, and then gave him a wink before leading the way.
Vegeta chuckled as he followed the amethyst haired siren. She was definitely interested. He could smell her pheromones and it smelled like sweet desire to him. He could even see the way her hips swayed as she walked that she knew exactly how appealing she was. Perhaps it was time to taste a woman again. The azure siren still haunted him at times, but as his distance from Earth grew she was in his thoughts less these days. Besides the woman before him was exquisitely beautiful, who was he to deny himself such pleasures if they were freely given?
"Can you tell me more about this place," he implored her.
"More about Sacra Via? Sure where would you like me to begin?" she asked genuinely.
"Why is this place sacred to Saiyans?" he inquired.
"Well Sacra Via has a rather unique place in Saiyan society. This temple was actually discovered by the Saiyans after they began to explore the galaxy," she recalled.
"If you were discovered after the great exploration, then what made this place so special?" he asked, knowing that such as place was rare.
"As you probably know, the ancient Saiyan religion was dominated by the worship of the Mother of All Saiyans. Sacra Via is dedicated to the Great Mother of All. It was so similar to the religion of your own people that it was assimilated into the Saiyan religion rather than wiped out. So the statues and mosaics depicted here began to reflect the Saiyan influences on the already existing Great Mother story," she informed him.
"That's fascinating; I don't know much about early Saiyan exploration but my guess is that most early planets were purged," he admitted, his knowledge before his own lifetime lost with his people.
"I wouldn't know. I've only lived here. You would know more than I would about early Saiyan space travel," she pointed out.
"Why are there no Saiyanesses here?" he asked, looking around once more and seeing none.
"There used to be many Saiyanesses here. Eventually when your people built their own grand temple on Planet Vegeta, the Saiyaness priestesses and shrine maidens left to go to that temple. I am told they had a great deal of status and political power on your home world before the end," she told him.
"I suppose that makes sense. Leaving a place off world to take a position of power within your own home," he reasoned.
"Given that you are a warrior, I am sure you are more familiar with the Cult of the First," she claimed, knowing warriors often worshipped the First.
"You are correct, my father and my teacher raised me more in the Cult of the First than the Mother of All Saiyans. Though technically both are important tenants of our faith," he confirmed to her.
"I suppose you are right, but as a male warrior I am sure it was only natural for you to revere the First more than the Mother of All Saiyans," she reminded him.
Vegeta had to agree with her there. For some reason he had only recently through his dreams had even known he had a connection to the Mother of All Saiyans. In his conscious memory all he could recall was his father and Nappa teaching more about the First than the Mother of All Saiyans. Especially once it was just him, Nappa, and Raditz on Frieza's Fleet. Frieza always mocked them for clinging to the First. Often reminding him so often that it was just a fairy tale that he began to believe it himself over the years, only recently had he finally realized the legend was real.
From what he could remember the First Super Saiyan was supposed to be one of the Mother's children. He received her blessing and fought with an unimaginable power to vanquish the forces of chaos with her. However he was consumed by his own power and destroyed himself and great deal of her children. Worship of the First tended to be battle and male centric, contrasting the more traditional religion of the Mother of All Saiyans. Vegeta was no theology scholar and was hardly in a position to debate religion.
Vegeta's attention was drawn to a larger than life statue inside a fountain on their path. He stopped following Sibella and made his way over to the statue. It depicted the Great Mother striking down a winged demon. As he looked at the statue further his eyes widened. He recognized that curvaceous form the statue had. It was the same form the enigmatic goddess in his dreams had. As he looked up at the face of the statue he was taken aback by its resemblance to her. While clearly idealized, the state bore the unmistakable visage of the goddess.
I knew she looked too perfect. Perhaps it was all in my head after all, he reasoned. This statue only deepened the mystery of this place. If the goddess wasn't real, then how did he know where to find this place? Who brought him here if she wasn't real? He needed answers to all the questions that continued to form in his mind. Something inside him told him that this place would provide at least some of the answers he was looking for.
Sibella noticed he had stopped following her and seemed to be transfixed by the fountain. He was still caught up in his own thoughts as she walked up to him. He is quite handsome. I am quite fortunate the Great Mother brought him here, she thought as she looked at him. A smile graced her lips and she decided since he was naturally curious that this was the perfect time to remind him of the story of the Mother of All Saiyans.
"This is Cybele, the Great Mother. Your people called her a warrior goddess or the Mother of All Saiyans. It was said she was wounded in a fierce battle with the ancient spirits of chaos in the Heavens. She landed on a moon to recover from her wounds. The blood from her wounds seeped into the ground and birthed the first Saiyans.
"These Saiyans nourished their mother for 8 years until she could return to battle. The Saiyans nourished her so well her power grew immensely upon recovering from her wounds. She was so grateful that she blessed her children with this ability so each time they fell in battle they would return stronger.
"When she was well enough, the Mother took to the heavens with mightiest of her children to banish the gods of chaos. After a fierce and climactic battle they triumphed but at a heavy cost. Half her children were lost in the struggle. The Mother took her surviving children to the planet below the moon where they nursed on her. She watches over them constantly from her celestial palace on the moon, eternally guarding her children from chaos. Once every 8 years she smiles upon her children, granting them her favor and power in battle," she recited to him.
"A beautiful story. I wonder how much of it is true," he wondered, unsure he was talking more to himself or her.
"Like all myths, it does not have to be true to contain truths in it," she asserted.
"I suppose you are right," he affirmed, there was a lot of wisdom hidden in myths.
"Come, we are almost to your quarters. It will take a few days to prepare the sacred spring for your cleansing. We have plenty of time to debate philosophy and religion," she ordered him playfully, with a wink.
"Is that all we will be doing?" he asked suggestively.
"If providence favors you, perhaps you'll be blessed with a more intimate debate," she taunted him back.
"Who am I to resist a siren's song?" he stated, shrugging his shoulders.
"What's a siren?" she asked, not getting his reference.
"A mythological creature from the primitive world I was on before this one. They are supposed to be beautiful women who lure men to their deaths with a melodious song," he remarked.
"I like it. It's quite the compliment to be called both lethal and beautiful," she giggled, and walked motioning him to follow.
Vegeta mere laughed and continued to follow Sibella. She was definitely growing on him. She seemed so familiar to him, but he was sure he had never met her before. Much like this place, it was an enigma that left him perplexed and curious at the same time. He just had to know more.
Their journey ended when they came upon a single ornately carved wooden door. It looked plain enough for a temple, but intricate Saiyan battle symbols had been artistically worked into the design on the door. He couldn't help but release a somber smile graced his lips as touched the large ornately carved symbol of House Vegeta on the door. It proof that this place was connected to him in some way.
Vegeta shook his head slightly. He needed to focus. So he opened the door and stepped inside. He was greeted by deceptively simple looking furnishings. The bed fit for at least three, while appearing plain swaddled in fine sheets, soft pillows, and silky blankets. The colors were plain but the materials were luxurious as if made for nobility. There was an elegantly carved desk and chair for his use, illuminated by a simple set of candles. On the wall opposite the bed was an equally ostentatious dresser with more drawers than he needed by far.
"Is everything to your liking?" she implied, and licked her lips.
"It will do for now," he quipped, a puckish grin adorning his face.
"Oh, I see you need further hospitality," she suggested, closing the gap and placing a hand on his chest.
"And if I do?" he replied, curious as to what she would do next.
"What if this siren will lead you to your doom?" she asked him, pulling him closer to her.
"Then at my end was a good one," he told her, before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers.
Sibella opened her mouth and pulled him in closer, boldly invading his mouth with her tongue. She was so fierce in her kisses that it called to his primal urges. She growled lowly, breaking their kiss and shoved him onto the bed. Vegeta chuckled at her boldness and began removing his armor. As he dropped his breastplate on the floor next to the bed, he heard a soft, alluring, feminine purr that immediately sent chills through him. He gazed up to see Sibella seductively making her way to him, swaying her hips. She gave him gave him a predatory glare and licked her long canine. For some reason, that small gesture was very appealing to Vegeta, though he was unsure why.
Sibella pounced on top of him pinning him to the bed with her hips, while her arms were on either side of his head. To his surprise, a deep amaranthine tail unfurled at her waist. Vegeta ripped off his gloves and threw them away so he could feel the fine, satiny fur of her tail for himself. He shuddered with delight as it curled around his arm. It had been so long since he had felt a tail like this. It also made him long for his own tail.
"Are you a Saiyan?" he inquired, struggling to keep his composure.
"Not a pureblood, but I have some Saiyan genes," she revealed. "It's a pity you don't have one of your own; I can still show you all the pleasures you can have with one," she whispered to him, as she ran the tip of her tail under his chin.
Sibella bent down and kissed him fervently as she ripped his top off. Vegeta sat up with her in his lap and ripped her own robes off exposing her ample breasts. He attempted to move to a more dominant position but was stifled by a growl emanating from Sibella. She broke their kiss and sank her canines into his shoulder pulling him closer and maintaining her dominance over him. Vegeta was slightly confused as he instinctively reacted to her and halted his attempts to change their position. He felt soft fur running up and down his bare back. It was completely arousing to have this mix of sensation of her teeth on his skin and her tail drawing sensual circles on his back.
Vegeta brought her chin up and kissed her hungrily as he removed his pants. He was more than ready to have no barriers between this vixen and himself. He closed his eyes as he relished the feeling of her naked body on top of his. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing his nearly erect manhood. He could already feel her dripping desire as she did that with a devilish grin on her face.
Vegeta let out a small gasp as he felt her grasp his manhood. She still had that same devious look on her face, as she rubbed his tip between her glistening folds. He let out a small growl of frustration at her teasing as he felt a few drops of her juices fall onto him. He badly wanted to bury himself inside her now and she knew it. She chuckled softly at his impatience, knowing the effect she had on him. She dipped two fingers into herself put them in Vegeta's mouth. He sucked on her fingers with an unquenchable thirst, her nectar tasted so sweet to him and he couldn't get enough. She was driving him mad!
Sibella decided she was done teasing him, besides she was very turned on herself at the thought of riding him. She slowly lowered herself onto him inch by inch, savoring the feeling. A low moan escaped her lips as she finally took him in completely. She grabbed onto his back to steady herself and began rocking her hips against him.
Vegeta closed his eyes, Gods she felt good. She was so tight and so wet. She moved in a perfect rhythm on his lap; hard enough to take him in as deeply as possible and pulled away just enough that their union was uninterrupted. He spanked her creamy white cheek playfully as he looked in her eyes. She smiled slightly at him.
"You're such a naughty minx," he teased.
"But you love it," she moaned back, grinding harder against him.
Vegeta latched onto her nipple. First he licked it to get it hard. Then once it was hard enough, he put it between his teeth and skillfully nibbled on it. She released a deep moan at his actions rocked her hips faster against him drawing out the pleasure for both of them. He grabbed onto either side of her bare hips, caressing her smooth flesh before thrusting himself up into her to meet her own bucking hips.
They both synched this rhythms so she could feel him as deep and hard as possible while maintaining her position. She clawed at his back with her nails as the sheer pleasure of his manhood filled her. He was much more skilled than she had anticipated. It had been a long time since she'd felt anything like this. No wonder all those older priestesses still told tales of Saiyan males. Her pleasure increased with each thrust, and each skillful nibble on her breasts until finally she exploded.
Vegeta was shocked as he felt her sweet nectar stream everywhere with her climax soaking them both and the bed beneath them. He was shocked it; had been a long time since he was with a woman who could do that. She slowed down the bucking of her hips, reveling in her own delight. Vegeta, however was even more aroused as she was now soaked; he thrust into her harder, seeking his own release. She closed her eyes unable to keep them open, her mouth parted in a silent roar of bliss. With one final grunt, Vegeta climaxed himself, releasing his seed deep inside her.
She collapsed breathlessly on top of him, while he struggled to catch his own breath. No words needed to be said as she lazily used her tail to playfully tease him. She kissed his bare chest tasting the combination of his salty sweat mixed with her own desire. She was not done with this mighty warrior just yet.
"You're not bad, but the night isn't over yet," she whispered in a sultry tone to him.