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Give Me Back My Mate!

Chapter 21: Stand Your Ground

Skin tingling. Hearts pounding. It was a perfect ending to a hard day. Chichi laid in the arms of her mate and sighed heavily as she watched him sleep. It was the first time in a long while since she had seen him sleep this soundly. Under tired lids, Chichi forced herself to stay awake. Just a little longer to capture her mate completely surrendered to rest he deserved. Her checks blushed at the memory of what he did to her body. How he connected them body and soul.

In the silence of her old room, Chichi felt a tear trickle out the corner of her eye. Why it fell, she didn't know. Perhaps she was scared of loosing him in this battle. Maybe it was the joy she felt in her heart, knowing that he was hers. Such a strong male choosing her; it made her heart ache and brought another tear rolling down her cheek.

"Chichi?" Kakarot moaned in his sleep and pulled her closer to him. His eyes never opened, which was a good thing. He didn't need to see her crying like this. "Don't cry, Chichi." He whispered as his arms tightened around her. "Stand your ground," he mumbled into her hair, making her wonder if he was actually asleep until he growled an approving sound and drooled, "these are great cakes."

Chichi giggled silently and raised her hand and caressed his cheek.

A male of worth.

Her mate.

Looking across the battle ground, Chichi inhaled deeply. The new strength running through her body made her hands slightly shake. Princess was clearly pissed at this new turn of events. The evil spirit never imagined Chichi to achieve this great power. Hell, Chichi didn't expect it herself, but it happened and she was grasping to this new power since her life depended on it.

"How?" Princess spat. Her stance broke as her eyes wandered all over Chichi's new appearance. "I broke you," she murmured, "I broke you! I crushed your body! I beat you until there was nothing left of your energy!"

Yeah, Princess was pissed. Her plan destroyed in a split second. Anyone would throw a tantrum when things didn't go their way. She had already believed she had won after that last attack. Now her own energy was low, and Princess was finished.

"I will not accept defeat. Not by the likes of you!" Princess snarled.

"Stand your ground." Kakarot's voice echoed in her mind. Chichi planted her feet firmly on the crushed ground beneath her feet. She would do exactly that.

"It's over Princess. Go home." Chichi sternly said, even though her words would not reach her enemies ears.

"I will not return home until I'm holding your heart in my hand!" Princess took to the air and flew off in the opposite direction. She flew over the bloodied battle field, searching for some thing. Chichi followed, refusing to let her opponent make a move on any helpless soldier.

Before Chichi could knock Princess from the air, the female landed near a lone body. A body that was barely living. Under the long cloak of an elderly male, Princess grabbed two, long swords. She frantically unsheathed them and held the sharp blades by her side.

Chichi froze. She knew those weapons very well. She had even held them in her own hands long ago against her will. They held nothing but evil.

"Remember these, Chichi? We slaughtered a lot of souls with them, didn't we?" Princess asked, looking her swords over with pleasure.

"Enough of this play! I need a real challenge!" A foul memory washed over Chichi, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Princess raised her hands behind her head and unsheathed her most valuable weapons. The blades sung as they were released from their captivity, her hands burning with the lust to kill with them once more. "Lets make some music." She growled and began her assault on every single soldier who was trying desperately to kill her. As her blades collided with each corpse, her blades rejoiced with a deadly sound of metal ripping through armor flesh and bone.

They were the same swords. Hissing like vipers as Princess raked them against one another, spitting venom with a dreadful ache to be used. "I should have listened to my father in the beginning. Damn old bastard." Princess hateful looked over her shoulder at the body on the ground. "You're freaking out dear Chichi. Do they bring back wonderful memories? Memories of your body slicing down countless of living beings? All their deaths. By your own hand."

That was it.

Scream.

Flash.

Blam!

Princesses jaw made a loud crack as she flew backwards. The hit was so fast, she didn't have a chance to feel it. A golden flash of hair, then it was nothing but stars when another knock came to her front door. The hilt of her swords burned in her hands as she gripped the leather handles. They cried out as she sliced them through the air, making contact against flesh.

There was a curse then another attack from behind. Princess twirled, finding her balance to be non-existent. Thankfully a sword caught the ground, keeping her upright. She cursed when realizing it only put her in the path of a fist. Her breath left her lungs as she was knocked back against the ground. Scrambling to gain her footing, the female blindly swung her weapons, spraying blood here and there. Chichi was moving at such a fast pace that Princess couldn't see where she was wounding her. But Princess knew she had injured Chichi enough that the Super Saiyan backed off and stayed clear of her viscous swipe.

"Kakarot," Vegeta got the males attention for a split second until the wounded Saiyan returned his attention back to an unbelievable fight, "Kakarot. Your female..." He couldn't even finish his thought as he carefully watched a sweet attack made by Kakarot's mate. Kakarot's mate that was a fucking Super Saiyan! What. The. Hell? How did a third class female achieve that sort of power. But then Vegeta remembered he'd asked that very question when Kakarot had turned. The blow sent the bitch flying.

"Vegeta. Get me out of these." Kakarot demanded in a toneless voice, his focus never leaving the battle.

"Hold your tail," Vegeta huffed and turned to find the one called Master. Master his ass. The little scrawny bastard was barely alive and struggling to breath, but his stare was also on the fight.

Vegeta limped his way over and grabbed the burnt robes, lifting the little male until he was an inch from his face. "Get rid of those chains," he growled, "and be quick about it."

As soon as Master raised his hand, Vegeta watched as Kakarot's body fell limp against the ground. The gold links vanished and so did Vegeta's hand as he thrust it into Masters gut.

Kakarot felt the dangerously tight rings give way and his body fell heavily, his weight crumpling into a heap of useless muscle. He was drained. His arms could barely push his chest off the ground as his eyes searched madly for his mate.

Just as he was released from his bondage, the fight immediately ceased. Princess whirled around and the look was pure terror. Kakarot looked over his shoulder and flinched. Vegeta's hand. It was dripping with fresh blood from the wrist down just as the lifeless body of Master hit the ground.

"No!" Princess screamed from a distant. Kakarot's blurred eyes caught a sliver of shining light rush through the air, causing Vegeta to jerk and stumble backwards. A long sword had struck the King in his shoulder.

"Vegeta!" Kakarot groaned from the ground and tried to get up, but his legs refused to work.

"Fuck." The Saiyan cursed and grabbed the hilt of the sword that was up against his armor.

"Kakarot!" Screamed Chichi, grabbing his attention and locking his gaze on Princess as she flew at great speeds towards their King. His mate tried to distract the woman, but she couldn't stop her in time. She landed right before Vegeta, grabbed the sword and yanked it free, sending a trail of blood from the opened wound.

Chichi made it over to them just as Princess kicked Vegeta to his back, sending him scrapping along the ground.

"Master!" Princess cried out and sliced her sharp blade down one of Chichi's arms and another atop her chest, sending his mate back with a hiss. Kakarot made it to a knee, desperately wanting to get to his female that was injured. "Master! No," she wailed. Dropping beside the corpse, Princess let go of her swords and grasped his robes. "What did they do to you?"

"Kakarot?" Chichi worriedly called to him. She was kneeling by his side, her golden hair brushing against his arm as he turned. His eyes widened. Teal blue eyes. Warrior eyes, stared right back at him. Her beauty and power made his heart-throb. He was weak, and she was strong. Protecting him when it should have been he who protected her. But this was her fight. He could see it clearly in her face as she scanned his wounds.

"I'm alright." He managed to get out, hoping it would ease her troubled mind and focus on the battle at hand. Even though their fight looked to be on hold as Princess crouched over Master's body.

"That bitch!" Vegeta was recovering quickly, but he was slow to returning to the scene. Princess had kicked him far enough in the distance so that he wouldn't be a bother as she mourned.

"Kakarot. I'm taking you to safety." Chichi whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arm around his back to get him to his feet. "Lean on me." She guided his body until he was in position to stand.

"No, I have to check on Vegeta." He refused. There was no way in hell he was leaving the King's side.

"His mouth still works. He'll be fine." Muttered Chichi and tried to yank him to his feet instead of waiting for him to gain footing.

"Don't you dare run off, Chichi!" Princess angrily bit out as she flipped around, her swords once again in her hands.

It all happened so fast. One moment Kakarot was leaning against his mate, and then the next...

"No!"