Ok, I think I fixed everything I'd already written to properly account for continuity. If you find a mistake, ignore it, lol. And THANK YOU everyone, for reviewing last night and this morning! As promised, sexy Goku, Bulma and Raditz play the chasing game, and we meet someone new… exactly WHO he is will be in the next chapter, so please R&R!
"What are you doing?"
Chi-Chi jumped at the sound of her mate's voice and quickly swallowed the pill she'd put in her mouth. "Taking my vitamins, why, honey?"
"Oh, ok." Goku eyed the package in her hand; it certainly didn't look like a package that vitamins normally came in. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt anger washing through him, mixed with a driving need to take his mate; he'd been feeling it for days, but was at a loss as to why it was happening. It had never happened like this before, at least not with this level of intensity.
His actions were totally out of his control when his hand suddenly darted forward, snatching up the round plastic and foil-wrapped container, and holding it close to his face to read the small print. Goku growled low in his throat as he crushed the entire thing to dust in his fist.
Chi-Chi opened her mouth to protest in anger, but her words died on her tongue when he glared at her. "What do you want?" She finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You," he snarled, backing her up against the bathroom wall.
"Goku, I…"
"Kakarot," he rumbled, nearly groaning at the feel of her curves pressed to him, and the scent of her fear mixed equally with her arousal. That smell was simply intoxicating to the animal inside of him, and it made the urge to take her irresistible.
"Kakarot," she whispered, jumping at the sound of his sudden purr and the feeling of his pleasure at hearing that name from her lips. Chi-Chi shook a little when she felt his hands pushing up her skirt and pulling down her underwear as he bent his head to her throat. He wasn't hurting her, but damn if this one-eighty wasn't scaring the daylights out of her.
"Relax," he ordered firmly, pulling her blouse over her head to bite down on her mark. Kakarot moaned at the taste of her, and in one swift motion he lifted her a little and thrust into her roughly. "Won't hurt you," he mumbled against the mark. "Just need you."
Barely nodding her consent as he began to move, Chi-Chi whimpered at the waves of pleasure humming through her body despite his aggression. He wasn't exactly pounding into her, but he was claiming her a lot harder than usual, nipping, licking, and kissing her furiously as he thrust into her. She had to admit that it was exhilarating to be taken in this manner, to know that she could get this kind of reaction out of her usually sweet and gentle husband.
She reveled in his possessive growl when she climaxed and moaned his Saiyan name, and he wasn't far behind her, grunting and gasping with pleasure as he spilled his seed.
Goku simply held her, pinned to the wall, while he tried to get a handle on his primitive side and checked on her through their bond to make sure he hadn't terrified her. "You alright?"
"More than alright," she chuckled. "You?"
He shook his head a little. "I want more," he groaned, running his tongue over her mark. "Please, Chi-Chi, I need you."
Shivering at the pleasure shooting through her, she gave him a tiny nod. "Put me down, big man. I know what you need, but since your ki's a lot higher than mine, I get a head start."
"Huh?" He complied and set her on her feet, but her words only confused him.
"You heard me, Goku… or Kakarot. Whoever you are right now," she said with a knowing smirk. Chi-Chi threw her panties and blouse back on, holding him off with a gesture of peace when he snarled and tried to advance on her once more. "Ah ah ah… fifteen minutes, Kakarot. It's only fair to let your mate find a good hiding place. You know this game?"
"I think so," he allowed. At least on an instinctual level, he thought he did… if he got her meaning right. And he knew he had gotten it correct when she simply strode out through the kitchen and out the backdoor, lifting off and shooting into the woods. Thank God Usagi had taught her to fly the morning before; she wouldn't have had a chance of hiding from him on foot.
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Trying her damnedest to control her breathing, Chi-Chi perched delicately in a fragrant pine tree. She knew several things after being mated to a Saiyan for over ten years. They had a great sense of smell, but that sense could be thwarted by masking it. They had a tendency to hunt from the air, so she was fairly safe in a lower branch, nestled amongst the pine boughs. They also had great hearing; not as good as Piccolo's, but still good enough to hear her if she wasn't quiet.
They also had a tendency to hunt by sensing ki, and she had hers as low as it could go… but she was having an awfully hard time blocking her mating bond with Goku, since she'd never really done it before, and she could feel him pressing against it, trying to locate her.
Closing her eyes, she tried to remember what Usagi had taught her about sensing ki, and after several minutes she was able to focus on her mate's. He was above her, about a hundred yards off, moving slowly. Shit, he was being a lot more thorough than she expected, but if she moved, he'd definitely sense her.
She exhaled loudly once he was half a mile away, headed towards Capsule Corp, and debated her next move. She could stay put, but that was hardly sporting, right? So her other option was to take off again and find another hiding spot. But how to do that without using her ki? If he sensed it, he'd surely come running and nail her.
In more ways than one, too.
"Dear Kami, what in the hell did I get myself into?" She grumbled. Chi-Chi wisely decided to wait a little longer, until he was a couple more miles out, before slowly shimmying her way out of her refuge and into the next tree. There weren't any bottom branches on the pine, but the tulip tree next door had plenty she could use.
Reflecting back several hours later, Chi-Chi realized that she should have tested the branches a little before putting her full weight on them. But hindsight twenty-twenty didn't do her a shitload of good once she was in the tulip tree and working her way down, only to break what had seemed like a solid limb.
Chi-Chi caught herself with her ki, using only a little bit of it; it was either that or break a bone on the landing. She moved quickly to the ground and immediately cut it off as soon as her feet were planted firmly in the underbrush.
And then she sensed her mate's ki headed back towards her… and then suddenly it was gone. "What the he—" Chi-Chi shrieked when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and immediately threw her to the ground, pinning her with one hand by her wrists to keep her from struggling while the other mindlessly tore off her clothes. "Cheater, you IT'd!" She yelled, kicking fruitlessly at him as he ripped off her skirt, followed by her underwear.
She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain when he wasted no time in claiming her without any preparation, but then again, she was still plenty prepared from their earlier encounter in the bathroom. "Ah—Goku, it hurts," she whimpered, when he began slamming into her with an intensity that she'd never experienced.
Chi-Chi was more than a little surprised when he slowed down a little and began to focus on her pleasure, bending his head to take a nipple in his mouth, releasing her hands so he could slide his fingers between them to stroke her. What was pain quickly turned into raw pleasure, and she was biting down on his mark as she came and dug her nails into his back. "Kakarot, please," she begged, when she immediately spiraled up once more. "It's too much."
He merely growled at her low in his throat and continued to pound into her as his mouth roamed her neck and breasts, biting and nipping and sucking. He growled again, this time in approval, when he felt her tighten for a third time. "Again, woman. You belong to me." When she only moaned in reply, he bit down fiercely on her mark. "Say it, woman. You're mine, damn it."
"Yours!" She cried, when he bit down on it again and sucked on the bite. "I'm yours, Kakarot!"
"Damn right you are."
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"Wow, Chi-Chi. I have to ask how you managed to rile him up this much," Usagi snorted, working her hands over Chi-Chi's arms and wrists. They weren't really damaged; just lightly bruised, and the poor woman's throat was absolutely covered in dark hickeys.
"I sort of instigated a chase," she groaned. "He was getting all aggressive and dominant, and he even destroyed my birth control, and I thought it would help matters. He didn't really hurt me, though," she added quickly. "In fact, he's beating himself up for losing just this much control."
"It's because you're fertile; just submit to mating whenever he wants it, and comfort him, Chi-Chi, unless you want a replay of today. He needs his polar opposite right now, someone to ground him when the Saiyan urges get out of hand. And just get some more contraceptive from Bulma before you leave. Off with the shirt and the pants, woman," Usagi ordered. "Something tells me that the rest of you looks a lot like your neck."
"And you'd be right." Chi-Chi shrugged out of her clothes, leaving on her underwear, and laughed at the look on Usagi's face. "Usa, sweetheart, those lovebites didn't even hurt; don't make that face."
"There's just so damned many of them," Usagi said in a strangled voice. "Good gods, woman, was he trying to eat you or something?"
"Oh, he didn't try, honey. He did," she answered pleasantly, "and it was extremely good, for the record. I just wish he'd done it first, and not on the fourth go-round. It wouldn't have been so uncomfortable in the beginning. Damn Saiyan men and their donkey dicks," she snorted with amusement.
"Gods… is Geta going to…?" Usagi blushed at the idea as she started healing the marks on the insides of Chi-Chi's thighs, letting the light radiate further up to her privates.
"I think he'll be a little kinder than that the first time, Usagi," she answered in understanding. "I was scared my first time, too, but if he knows what he's doing, it'll only hurt for a moment. Really, it didn't hurt any more than the pain of stubbing a toe, and it was gone pretty fast." Chi-Chi removed her bra when Usagi got to her chest, and tried not to laugh. "I know, it looks a lot worse than it is. Goku's always been a tit man."
"I can see that," Usagi deadpanned, shaking her head in wonder at the lovebites covering her breasts, coupled with the slightly raw nipples that came from having them sucked on for too long. "Hm… Geta's never been this rough with me in the dreams, at least. I guess that's something."
"Dreams?" Chi-Chi's expression clearly told Usagi that she'd better spill it since she'd already opened her big mouth.
With a blush, Usagi quickly explained her dreams of the green-eyed warrior, the "real" dreams, and her later revelation that the crown prince was her mystery man.
"That's fucking sexy, Usagi. And I don't even like Vegeta," she laughed. "But if I was having dreams like that, and found out it was him… if I wasn't already mated, of course… I'd be jumping his ass the first chance I got."
She sighed with longing at the idea of just dreaming of him again, but neither of them had even seen the void since her arrival, let alone that candle-lit bedroom where they'd worshipped each other's bodies countless times. Finally, she nodded. "I'll talk with him later… I think you're right, and even though it's only been a few weeks since my arrival…"
"He's waited years," the brunette supplied. "Like I said, I don't like Vegeta, but I'm finding myself rooting for him lately. And I know all too well how crazy a Saiyan male can get if you test his patience," she laughed. "Well, after today, I do. I really need to have a word with Bardock or Raditz and see if this is normal for them."
"You need to have a word with Bulma and get her to do a brain scan on your mate," Usagi countered lightly.
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Usagi and Vegeta stopped fighting when they heard an ear-piercing whistle from below. "Yeah, Bulma!?" The blonde shouted down.
"Your scouter's ready, Usa!"
She grinned and immediately dropped to the ground, gratefully taking the piece of equipment from the blue-haired genius. "How did you do it so fast?"
"Raditz. He let me take his scouter apart the other night, and I figured out how to boost your signal with some pieces from my cell phone. So, I took the liberty of lifting yours from your room and doing the same thing to it. Hope you don't mind," she added quickly, when Usagi's eyes flashed with brief anger. "I kind of wanted it to be a surprise."
"Oh. Sorry, I just don't like people messing with my things. Thank you, Bulma!" She gave her a quick hug, and cut on her scouter, only to groan at the sight of a dozen messages as her signal linked up with her mailbox on Vegeta-sai. "And half of them are from Father, what a surprise!" She grumbled sarcastically.
Vegeta approached her slowly, as if she'd suddenly caught fire. "You mean you can speak with Father now?"
Bulma and Usagi both smiled at him gently, knowing how badly Vegeta had likely been aching to talk to the old man since the Saiyan genocide. "In a minute, beloved," Usagi said softly in Saiyan, enjoying the way his face lit up at that word.
"Alright, let's do this," she said in English for Bulma's benefit, before switching to Saiyan to give her scouter orders. "Connect me to the Royal Palace," she ordered. "King Vegeta."
"This is a secure line, only for use by the royal family," an annoyed voice warned her.
"Well, then, puppy, it's a good thing I'm not there to kick the shit out of you for using it," she quipped. "Put me through to His Majesty immediately," she ordered.
"Patch through on the visual, woman, and identify yourself." A young Saiyan gaped when she did as requested, and quickly bowed his head in respect. "Princess, forgive me, I didn't know it was you."
"Don't call me that!" She snapped. "Put me through, Asparago. I've located His Highness, and wish to report to His Majesty."
Aspargo's eyes went wide. "You actually found Prince Vegeta? He's alive!?"
"Yes, damn it, boy, put me through!" Usagi raged, her tail lashing behind her in annoyance.
"Your temper's getting the better of you, woman," Vegeta's voice rumbled off-screen.
"I get it from my mother," she grumbled, relaxing a little as Vegeta came from behind her and gently massaged her shoulders.
"Yes, you do," another voice agreed, this one coming from Vegeta-sai.
"Father." Usagi smirked a little as Asparago was none-too-gently shoved out of his chair, and the king took his seat.
"So, you found my son? Where is he, and why haven't you contacted me until now?" He rumbled.
"Yes, Majesty, he's right behind me, being a very attentive man at the moment. You'd think that brat would know better than to address me as Princess. Though, I suppose, since you decided to ink it into my fucking arm without telling me…" she growled.
"I gave you that mark because that is what you are, daughter." King Vegeta grinned a little when she huffed and grumbled something uncomplimentary about Saiyan men. "I don't see a bite mark on your shoulder, girl."
It was Usagi's turn to grin. "That would be because there isn't one," she said tartly. "Did you really think I was going to follow an order like that so blindly?" She fought the urge to swat Vegeta away from her when he pressed his lips to her neck and bit down lightly. "Quit that."
King Vegeta had been about to rage at her for not following an order, especially his, but bit his tongue and smirked in amusement at the sudden appearance of his son. And that son was quite obviously well on his way to mating with the commander of the Saiyan Elite, since she wasn't shoving him off of her and beating the shit out of him. "Let me speak to my son."
Usagi nodded a little, removed her scouter, and handed it to Vegeta, who hesitated for a split second before taking it. "Father," he said heavily, once he had it positioned over his eye.
"Son," the king replied, his tone equally serious. They simply looked at each other for several moments, both of them mentally noting how much they now resembled each other. "I find you well?" The king finally asked.
"Yes, Father. You?"
"I am well." He grinned a little bit. "Is she making you crazy?"
"You have no idea," he muttered. "And she's my equal in strength, so…" Vegeta shrugged a little, not really sure what to say to his father after all of these years. He'd planned conversations in his head, lengthy conversations where they'd argued, reconciled, or just shot the shit. But now he was speechless.
King Vegeta was equally unable to find anything to say to his estranged boy; speaking with Usagi had been so much easier. Finally, he broke the ice. "I kept my promise, boy."
"Yes, Father," Vegeta said simply. "I know you did. She told me. And I thank you for keeping her safe."
"I keep the rest of that promise now, brat. She is yours, if you still want her. And well, if you can take her, now that she can possibly make you lick her boots."
"With some incentive, I may lick more than her boots," Vegeta chuckled, grinning when Usagi blushed.
"Let me know how that turns out," his father chuckled.
"Here, the woman wants to talk to you," Vegeta said dryly, when Usagi tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to hand it over.
"What, brat?" King Vegeta snapped good-naturedly, once she was back on the line.
"I'd like to report that we've located Kakarot as well, and that he's very strong." Usagi refrained from mentioning that he was a Super Saiyan, as far as Vegeta-sai was concerned, Vegeta would be the next one, damn it. The house of Bardock had already stolen his thunder once, and Usagi wouldn't let them steal it twice! "He's mated with a human and reproduced, too, and his son is also a very skilled fighter. And by the way, next time you decide to ink a woman's mated status, inform her first," she added angrily. "Raditz tried to claim me on the way here, and while it wasn't much of a fight, I could have avoided it all together if you'd told me!"
The king frowned deeply. Raditz hadn't once shown interest in Usagi during their return to Vegeta-sai, and he'd assumed that the third-class guard regarded her more as a sister than anything. Gods, if he'd been stronger than her… "You have my deepest apologies, daughter," he finally said. "If I'd truly thought he was a threat, I would have ordered him to steer clear of you. With that said, why haven't you mated with my son?"
Usagi blushed, and looked away for a moment in embarrassment. "Well, there's another reason you could have told me, Majesty. If you'd ordered me to become his mate—"
"What do you think that tattoo is, brat? It is an order."
"Yes, but I could have come to terms with it during my three months in space, Father," she snarled. "You could have told me quite a few things that would have made this simpler!" She shook her head. "How's mother?"
"She's well, and she'll be pleased to know that her daughter is safe… and mated."
"Soon," Usagi sighed. "Alright, Father?"
King Vegeta gave her a slow, genuine smile, and if it hadn't been for his goatee, he would have been identical to his son. "That's what I like to hear. Embrace my son for me, Usagi, and report back every few days."
"Yes, Majesty." She cut off the scouter and pushed the viewfinder to the top of her head.
"That sounded like an interesting conversation," Bulma chuckled. She didn't understand the Saiyan language, but she sure understood the tone."It went well?"
"Stubborn fucking Saiyan males," Usagi grumbled.
"Speaking of Saiyan males…" Bulma looked anxiously behind her shoulder. "Any advice?" She looked to Vegeta when Usagi just shrugged. "Well?"
"Bed him well," Vegeta suggested. "There's no point in avoiding him, woman. He's got your scent by now, and I'm sure he'll come looking for you once he realizes you're no longer in the house. I'm assuming you ran from him?" Vegeta and Usagi both exchanged a smile when she nodded. "Well, then, I suggest you find a good hiding place, Bulma. You just initiated the oldest Saiyan tradition of all time."
"Well, one of the oldest," Usagi corrected him. "He's going to chase you now, and when he catches you…"
"Fuck," Bulma groaned.
"Precisely," they both answered as one, followed by a laugh.
"Bardock actually mentioned this the other day… dear God, I should have remembered when I left his room. So much for getting to know each other," she whimpered. "What should I do, Usagi?" She asked softly.
It was Vegeta that answered, and his voice wasn't without sympathy. "Don't fight him, Bulma. Just let him have you. He came to me to actually request leave a few nights ago. That's a big thing for any Saiyan. We almost never request a leave. Combined with the fact that he didn't claim you then, I'd have to say he genuinely feels something for you. Was he trying to claim you when you ran?"
Bulma quickly shook her head. "More like inviting." She quickly babbled out the events of that morning, much to Usagi and Vegeta's amusements. "I don't get it, Usa, you go to Vegeta's room every night, right?"
"Geta and I are different," Usagi commented with dry amusement. "We've been warming each other's beds since we were only a few months old. You, however, went into a warrior's room while he was sleeping, and it was a warrior that you've only known for a week or so. You could have flatly told him no, but since you ran without a response, he's going to chase you."
Bulma glared at her when she laughed. "Yeah, this is all very fucking funny. I'm human, damn it, and a small one at that! And I've seen what lurks between the legs of Saiyan males!" She shook her head in amazement. "How in the hell am I supposed to…"
"Foreplay," Vegeta snorted. "Like I said, just don't fight him. He'll go very carefully with you, I'm sure of it." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Now, I suggest you go hide somewhere, because his ki's coming this way."
Bulma's eyes went wide, and she pulled a capsule out of her pocket, throwing it to the ground. She climbed on the motorbike and sped back to the house, taking a route through the woods so she wouldn't be spotted, while the two Saiyans behind her laughed their heads off.
Raditz dropped down out of the sky and growled at the scent of his woman hanging in the air. "How long?"
"About three minutes," Usagi answered brightly. "She headed into the woods on some sort of two-wheeled transport device. She likely ran to the house. I don't know why, frankly. I would have stayed out on the open land, where I could escape more easily. Humans," she snorted with amusement.
"Raditz."
The third-class warrior turned his head to regard his prince. "Yes, Highness."
"She's not scared of you. She's scared of the pain that may come with mating. I think that's why she ran," Vegeta said flatly.
"Go gently with her," Usagi advised softly. "She can't raise her ki to block out pain, so you'll want to take your time, especially if she hasn't been with a man." She gave Vegeta a meaningful glance, knowing that he hadn't missed her underlying meaning.
"Thank you Princ—sorry. Commander," he corrected himself with a tiny grin. "And you too, Prince Vegeta. Now… I think I'm going to find my woman," he chuckled.
Usagi giggled and shook her head as he shot into the sky, his long unruly hair trailing behind him. "Happy hunting!"
"So, woman…" Vegeta eyed her with a hint of desperation, willing her to finally surrender to him.
Usagi blushed and backed away a step when he advanced. "No, Vegeta. Just… not yet. Soon, ok? Soon," she whispered, suddenly closing the gap between them and brushing her mouth over his. "I swear by everything I am that I won't make you wait much longer."
The crown prince sighed and finally nodded, aching to claim her. "It had best be very soon, woman, or you're going to wind up very angry with me."
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Bulma jumped when she heard a growl from behind her, but was careful not to move her hands, which were holding a lit blowtorch. She was welding some parts together to make a weapon, something she'd been experimenting with for months that would produce a powerful ki blast. Since she was hopeless at fighting with her ki, this seemed to be the only route at gaining the power all of her friends easily wielded.
She shrieked when an arm wrapped tightly around her waist and jerked her against a solid, unyielding frame, the motion causing the tool to burn her arm. She dexterously switched it off, mentally blocking out the pain just long enough to keep herself from getting burned again, before gasping sharply.
Raditz glanced down through the haze of lust that was quickly taking over, and loosened his hold on her slightly at the sight of her injury. "Fuck. Woman, I'm sorry, I didn't think about your fragility." If she'd been a Saiyan woman, that little flame wouldn't have even burned the hairs off of her arm, let alone caused those angry-looking blisters.
Bulma let him turn her in his arms and gently inspect the burn. "Don't touch it," she hissed. "I need to run it under some cold water, then treat it with salve."
She didn't have to utter another word before Raditz easily scooped her up like she weighed nothing, and carried her quickly to the kitchen, setting her on the counter. Raditz looked at her with large eyes full of remorse as he turned on the water and eased her arm under it. "Bulma, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I saw you and gods, I needed…"
"It's ok," she sighed. "I know how those damned Saiyan hormones get the better of you boys." She shivered when his mouth found her throat, brushing over it so lightly that it didn't even qualify as a kiss. "You still need?" She gasped.
Raditz nodded slowly, moving his lips to her ear. "I need you," he whispered.
"Just let me treat this burn," she said breathlessly. Bulma swallowed hard when his lips moved over her pulse, his tongue tasting her. "Is that alright?"
Raditz mumbled his agreement, milking every ounce of his willpower to draw away from her. "Where's the salve?" He asked roughly.
"My bathroom, in my…" Bulma simply shook her head. "Take me upstairs and I'll get it," she finished, unable to look away from his gaze of hunger. She licked her lips slowly. "The bathroom is in my bedroom," she finished, shivering in anticipation.
Raditz cut off the water, scooped her up without a word, and used his Saiyan speed to have her there in moments. "Let me," he offered, when she came out of the bathroom, bearing a jar and some gauze. He sat next to her on the bed, and kissed her injury before gently spreading the cooling ointment over it.
Bulma sighed with relief as the heat and pain began to fade. "So much better. That's the third time I've gotten burned this year, and I'm still not used to it."
"You should be more careful," he growled.
"I was careful," she snapped. "But someone had to jerk me back and make me bobble the blowtorch!"
"I meant the other two times," he amended, feeling a wave of guilt for causing her pain. "Here, let me wrap it."
Bulma huffed a little in an attempt to keep from yelling at him again when she saw the concern for her in his eyes. "I'll be alright, it's just a burn," she assured him. The genius smiled warmly and stroked his cheek with her free hand. "It was an accident."
"I won't hurt you again, Bulma." He neatly tied off the dressing and immediately reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head before she could react. He smirked a little at her shyness when she instantly raised her hands to cover her perfect breasts, and shook his head, taking her hands in his and pulling them away so he could look at her. "Don't hide your body from me," he ordered. "Ever." Bending his head, he took a nipple between his teeth and bit down on it lightly before suckling her. He heard her loud gasp of pleasure, followed by a moan, and carefully eased her onto her back. "I'll go slow," he promised. "As slow as you want, woman."
"I… ok, Raditz." She pulled him up to her and tugged at his shirt, which he immediately removed, and began to trace the defined muscles, making them jump. "So, do I still get that hour to learn about you?" She asked curiously.
Raditz chuckled against her throat, where his mouth was sending delicious shivers of pleasure down her spine, making her arch into him. "Ask me anything you want when I'm through making you mine, woman." His chuckle became a choked noise of pleasure when her arm went around him and one of her small hands stroked his tail lightly. "Gods, woman."
"Does… does that feel good?" She asked nervously. A gentle rocking of his hips answered her question as his mouth came crashing down on hers again, hot and needy, and she continued her gentle assault on the furry appendage. Bulma felt a surge of triumph in her sudden power over him, and found herself moving against him in encouragement as his hand slipped between them to unfasten her jeans and slide them down her hips.
Bulma whimpered as her underwear joined her pants on the floor, and looked up at Raditz in anticipation as she released his tail. His eyes were smoldering with desire as he took in the sight of her fully bare body, and he slid his large frame down the length of her until his mouth was kissing her thighs, his hands pinning her hips to the bed as she softly cried out with need. "I want you to come for me, Bulma," he growled against the inside of her thigh, just before he slipped his tongue between her folds.
"Oh, God… Raditz," she whimpered. Her hands tangled in the length of his thick hair, and she rocked her hips in encouragement as his tongue slowly explored her. "Raditz, please don't tease," she moaned, when he continued his painfully gentle ministrations, purposely avoiding the spot that would give her the most pleasure.
He stroked her nub once, then twice, groaned as she cried out softly in pleasure, then lifted his head to regard her heavily. "You're mine, woman," he rasped.
Bulma nodded, trying her hardest to pull his mouth back down. "Yours," she gasped. "Please, Raditz, I'm burning up."
"I want you to burn," he whispered, lowering his mouth to her once more. His tongue and lips were more forceful as he began to stroke her once more, building the frenzied heat between her legs until they tightened around his shoulders and she moaned in ecstasy, her hips bucking against him.
Then he was kissing her once more, gasping as her hands fumbled with his pants. "Not yet, Bulma. I want you to be ready for me."
"I'm ready," she whispered in desperation. "Please, Raditz."
"No, you're not," he replied with a shake of his head. "Not yet, beautiful." Raditz tugged her hands away from his waist when he felt the button and the zipper part, and carefully began a new assault on her senses, kissing her passionately as his hand slipped between her legs to stroke her.
Bulma shook against him, shivering from the way he was stroking her over-sensitive flesh. "Too much," she whimpered.
Knowing full well what she meant, he retreated from the spot he'd just pleasured with his mouth, choosing to slide his thick fingers inside of her instead, stretching her and preparing the way for him to claim her. "Better?" He chuckled.
"Much," she confirmed, basking in the totally new sensation of being penetrated. "I think I'm ready for you, Raditz," she moaned, moving in time with the motion of his hand. "Make love to me." She tugged at the remainder of clothing that separated them, and gasped at the feel of him pressing against her thigh.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He groaned, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop once he was inside of her, even if she begged him to. "It's going to hurt, Bulma. I want to prepare you more."
"It's alright," she whispered, raking her teeth down his shoulder, knowing what it would do to him. "Take what's yours, Raditz."
Raditz lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly as he positioned himself at her entrance and pressed forward. Gods, she was so damned tight that it hurt a little, and he found himself having to push into her harder than he intended just to get past her barrier and fill her.
He kissed her neck when she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry of pain, and ceased his movements when he smelled her virgin's blood. "I'm sorry, Bulma. This is why I wanted to give you more pleasure," he whispered tenderly.
Bulma nodded, trying to control her breathing at the feel of him stretching her so much that she thought she was going to split open. "Maybe you were right," she admitted, trying for a smile as she looked up at him.
"I'm your mate, woman, I'll always be right from now on," he replied with a smirk. He moved a little, but immediately stopped when she flinched. He settled for kissing her, touching her, enjoying the feel of her soft curves melting against him as he coaxed a soft gasp of pleasure from her throat.
Raditz murmured softly in Saiyan when her hips lifted and he felt her flex around him a little. He began to move with her, slowly at first, so slowly that he thought he'd lose his mind with need. "Gods, woman, I need you. Does it still hurt?"
"No, Raditz, it doesn't hurt," she replied, moving against him a little faster. "You're just a lot bigger than most human men," she admitted breathlessly. "Come for me," she whispered against his ear, nibbling on the lobe as she ran her fingers along the base of his tail.
Raditz's voice became strangled as her fingers worked the fur of the sensitive appendage. "You first, woman." Not willing to have his pleasure before her, he slipped his hand between them to stroke her, pleased when her hips bucked and she cried out. "That's right, woman. Feel me, and know that you're mine."
Bulma felt him move a little harder, and whimpered at the glorious mix of pain and pleasure as she felt herself reaching the precipice. "Harder," she whispered, wanting him to give her everything. "I want all of you, Raditz. Please," she begged.
"Gods, woman," he moaned, driving forward, his eyes rolling back as he felt her tighten and stiffen around and beneath him. "You feel so fucking good." He moaned her name as finally he let go, shuddering with unbelievable pleasure, clamping down on her shoulder just hard enough to break the skin with his teeth.
Bulma clung to him tightly, breathing heavily. God, it ached between her legs; was it going to be this uncomfortable every time? She had to admit that it had felt great, too, but there had been a lot more pain than she'd expected.
"Your body will adjust to it," he assured her, licking the wound on her shoulder.
"Huh? I didn't even say anything," she said wearily, kissing the spot where she'd bitten him when he'd taken her. "And sorry about that, I wasn't exactly meaning to make you bleed." She looked to her left and chuckled. "Well, we'll have matching marks for a while."
Raditz snorted with amusement. "No, you didn't say anything, you thought it. And that's because of those marks. We're mated now, woman." He sighed with contentment at that last statement, and kissed her lazily. She was his. Completely his. No more loneliness, no more rejection.
Bulma had been about to freak out a little over him reading her thoughts, until she was swamped with his emotions; his elation at finally having someone to share his existence with, his relief that she hadn't rejected him, and she realized that now was not the time to freak out about this- empathy, telepathy—whatever the hell it was.
"It's the bond," he answered happily, drunk on the typical pleasure that a Saiyan male felt right after claiming his mate for the first time. "We'll both get used to it, Bulma. We'll figure out how to block out certain things from each other so we don't make each other crazy, and how to amplify it if there's trouble." He rolled them so that she was resting on top of him, and moved his hands slowly up and down her back in a soothing motion, massaging the tight muscles. "You know what?" He rumbled pleasantly.
Bulma felt his thoughts in her mind, and deciding to study this bond with a scientific mind, she did what those thoughts were telling her to, and rolled off of him and onto her stomach. "I did just hear you think that, right?"
"Yes, beloved, you did." He grinned when she blushed after a moment, hearing the translation of the Saiyan word in her head. He nodded when he heard her wondering if she would now understand his mother tongue. "You will, so long as I'm hearing it, too. Don't worry, Bulma. You're the most intelligent woman I've ever met, and I'm sure you'll simply pick the language up by being around it." He felt her flutter of real pleasure at the compliment, since she knew he really meant the words, and proceeded to run his hands up and down her back in the best massage he'd ever given her.
She closed her eyes in trust as his hands—hands that were so massive and battle-scarred that you'd think they could never be so gentle—carefully worked at the knots in her back and paid close attention to her shoulders, where she carried lots of tension from day to day. Kami, were all men this wonderful?
"No, just me," he grinned. Raditz gleefully answered her thoughts again as she wondered if she could even relax him by doing the same thing to him that he was doing to her, due to his ki, and his tolerance for pain. "I can lower my ki," he assured her, "if you'd like to do this to me sometime. But not today, Bulma. Today is for making you happy."
"Mmm, I am. What about you?" She shifted herself against him when he found a sore spot where he'd gripped her hips, and ran his fingers over it lightly.
"Woman, you're mine. That's about as good as it gets." Well, a son would also make him very happy, but he wasn't going to push an issue that would happen on its own. And soon, since Saiyan men were at their most potent right after claiming their mate. He grinned a little when she stiffened. "Don't worry, woman, you're not pregnant. Saiyans are sterile the very first time they claim their woman. Well, usually, anyway."
Bulma groaned a little when she heard him thinking about how he was the product of his father's very first time with his mother, and then heard him wonder if that trait might be hereditary. "We're going to have to use some protection, Raditz."
It was his turn to stiffen, and he stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and hurt. "You… you don't want…?"
Bulma rolled over, sat up, and kissed away his frown before resting her head against his chest. "I'd like to just enjoy this for a while, Raditz. Just you and me. Get to know each other better. Then we can worry about children."
He sighed and shook his head. "We're about to have our first argument, aren't we?" He groaned with displeasure.
"Only if you decide to argue with me," Bulma replied with biting sweetness. She grinned and tilted her head up to look at him. "I warned you about how I am, Raditz. You didn't want to listen."
"At least my mate's not boring," he chuckled.
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"Geta?" Usagi whispered nervously, running her fingers through his hair.
Cracking his eyes open to greet both her and the faint light coming over the horizon, he noticed that she was shaking. "You alright, Usa?"
She nodded just a little. "I checked my scouter after I got offline with Ami. The full moon on Vegeta-sai… it's in two nights." Usagi licked her lips slowly before pressing her fully nude body against his and biting down lightly on his shoulder. "I'll be waiting for you that night if you want me, Geta."
"You're sure?" He rasped into her ear, willing his inner beast to shut the hell up at the feel of her skin rubbing against his. You'll get it soon enough, bastard.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, Vegeta. I'm yours, in two nights, if you want me."
"Woman, I've wanted you since I was eight. I want you now. You think I wouldn't want you in two nights?" He chuckled, nipping at her shoulder with a genuine, happy smile. "Mine," he sighed, pulling her tightly to him. "All mine."
"Yours, Geta. I'm yours."
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Usagi grinned as she placed a hand on Bulma's flat stomach and used her ki to heal the woman of her soreness, before moving to the burn on her arm. "There wasn't that much damage, so I guess he took my advice to be gentle with you."
"Thank Kami, yes he did," Bulma replied, blushing a little. "You command a squad of men, Usagi… are all Saiyan men that big?" She asked in a hushed tone.
Usa laughed hysterically as she nodded. "Most of them, yes. Vegeta's tall by human standards, but believe it or not, he's like the shortest Saiyan male on record... besides Tarble, of course. Most men are as tall and as big as Raditz and Kakarot. Well, Vegeta's still plenty big," she amended. "His lack of height has no bearing whatsoever on other parts of him."
"So, you're going to be just as sore as I am?" Bulma asked. "You have my deepest sympathy."
"Yeah, but I want it almost as badly as he does," she admitted. "Tomorrow night—" Her head snapped up suddenly in alarm as she sensed a ridiculously strong ki coming from the west, and cursed her lack of a telepathic connection with Vegeta. "Fuck," she snapped in Saiyan. "Where's Vegeta?"
"Gravity room," Bulma answered quickly, knowing instantly that something must be wrong if Usagi had just gone from smiling and friendly to on the war path that quickly.
"You stay here, and use your bond to call your mate. Then get on the phone with Kakarot and his father, and whoever else needs to be called. There's something coming, and it's almost as strong as Bardock or Kakarot." Usagi used her unnatural speed to dash up to her room, grab her sword and change into her battle fatigues. She pulled her hair up tightly into a braid as she continued on to the gravity room, flaring her ki in alarm to alert Vegeta. She felt his ki respond, and Raditz's as well, a single flare, asking her if she needed them. She flared her ki three times, using their signals from when they were children, to tell them that danger was coming.
She blasted into the air, headed straight for the foreign ki, and was the first one to see the threat. Usagi drew her sword slowly as she studied a young man dressed in clothing identical to hers, with the addition of a purple jacket, bearing a sword that was… gods, that thing looked just like hers, only it looked like it had seen more action. "Who are you, boy?" She asked flatly.
"I'm not the one you should worry about," he answered slowly, studying her very closely, almost like he'd never tire of just looking at her.
Usagi frowned at the way he was staring at her, and tightened her grip on her blade. "Boy, I don't appreciate being gawked at like a piece of meat. Now, who are you?"
"I'm sorry," he said, still looking at her in that strange way. "I really can't tell you that. I have a message for Son Goku, and for him alone."
"A friend is calling Kakarot, boy. He should be here shortly." She floated a little closer, as she realized that the way he was looking at her was a look of recognition and awe, as if he already knew her. "Do I know you, brat?" Usagi studied him closely, but she knew that she'd never met anyone with lavender hair before. But his face, and his eyes… gods, they were so familiar to her.
"No," he said quickly, "you don't."
"No…" Usagi agreed slowly. "But still… there's something about you that I recognize…" she shook her head vigorously, as if to clear it, and sheathed her sword behind her back. "Ack, Geta," she commented, as she felt his ki closing in, only a few miles away. She flared her ki once, then twice, letting him know that everything was alright. "There, brat. Now you don't have to worry about him flying in and Final Flashing your ass into that mountain."
"I doubt he could," the stranger snorted.
True enough, she admitted to herself. This young man's ki was incredibly high, as high as Kakarot's, in fact. "What did you mean by not worrying about you?" She asked suddenly, turning on her scouter and scanning the sky. "I don't see or sense anything."
"You wouldn't, not yet. But it's coming."
Usagi tensed at the growl in his voice, which reminded her of a certain Saiyan male, and stared at him. "That's why I feel like I've seen you. You are Saiyan, aren't you?" She raised a brow when his eyes went wide and he flew back a little bit. "What, boy? Answer me. That sword on your back is the mark of an Elite First. Where did you get it?"
"I… uh… I can't answer that," he said meekly.
"Brat, you'd better answer my mate, or I'm going to start using you as a punching bag," Vegeta growled from behind her, pleased when the boy just stared at him and Raditz in a mix of recognition and awe.
"My, uh… my father was a First," he finally answered, hoping that they'd be happy with that much information. "The sword was his, passed on to me when he and my mother died protecting me."
Usagi nodded. Passing down the family sword was a still a common practice on Vegeta-sai, and the heirloom was treasured for generations. "What was your father's name?" She held out an arm to block Vegeta from attacking when the kid blanched and shook his head, refusing to answer. "Fine, no personal questions, brat. Just tell me what's coming."
"Frieza and King Cold," he answered simply, glad to be able to give her an answer, but feeling guilty for making her look like she was going to faint.
"Did you call Kakarot!?" Usagi asked in alarm, turning to the men behind her.
Vegeta nodded, and frowned deeply. "Kakarot can't be here for about an hour, Usa. He went into the damned time chamber for twelve standard hours, late last night. And… Bardock went with him." He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder when she paled drastically and trembled a little. "Woman, we're Saiyans," he said softly, "and you're no coward. We'll hold him off together."
"Yeah, you're right," she agreed, lifting her chin a little. She switched to speaking Saiyan so that the stranger couldn't understand them, not seeing the way he was attentively listening to their conversation. "It's just… when he took you, I… I remember how powerful he was."
"Kakarot and his father will be back in a little over an hour, woman. The four of us can hold them off until then." Vegeta turned to their mysterious visitor. "Can you fight, boy?"
He smirked and gave a sharp nod. "Yes, sir, I can. Don't you guys worry about them, I'll handle it. They don't stand a chance against me."
All three Saiyans turned their heads and just stared at him like he'd gone insane. "Are you nuts!?" Usagi shouted. "Or do you just have a death wish!? Kakarot is the fucking Legendary, and he still had a hard time beating Frieza!" Her blue eyes flashed when he simply shrugged. "You're telling me that you're strong enough to take on not only Frieza, but his father as well? Brat, you're just deluded."
"You'll see," he answered simply, snapping his head up and staring at the sky. "Follow me, they'll be landing about a mile from here."
Usagi looked to the young man when they finally stopped, watching a massive ship dropping down from space. "So, brat, what should I put on your headstone when Frieza vaporizes you?"
He laughed at her mostly-serious joke, and shook his head at her constant attempts to get his name. "Just call me… um… Trunks," he finally said.
"Trunks?" Raditz snorted. "What kind of ridiculous name is that, brat? That's not even a Saiyan name. Hell, you don't even look Saiyan."
"Other than the hair and the blue eyes, he does, Radu. I'd bet money he's a hybrid, like me," Usagi said flatly. "And he's clearly not giving us his real name," she added.
"I am Saiyan," Trunks confirmed. "And I'm truly sorry for the deception, but I just can't tell you my real name. And my mother wasn't full-blooded, but my father was."
"And they are?" Vegeta asked, trying again for information.
"Sorry, but I can't tell you that either." Trunks blushed a little when the blonde Saiyan half-shrugged and smiled at his stubborn refusal. Usagi turned her head when she felt the approaching kis of the rest of the senshi, and flared her own twice, knowing that Gohan and Krillin would understand the message and relay it. She had taught them some of the basic ki signals that they used only two days prior, and a few words in Ki. Good thing too, she didn't want them getting in the way of this fight and winding up hurt.
The ship had landed, and when the door opened, warriors poured out of the hatch, followed by Frieza and his father. They just all stared at each other for a moment and weighed each other's strength while the four Saiyans were mentally going over their individual battle plans.
"Just hang back," Trunks ordered them, drawing his sword.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I dunno if I'm going to actually write out the battle with Frieza and King Cold, since we ALL know what happens, we've seen the episodes how many times? Or maybe that's just me. It's one of the SHORTEST fights in DBZ, and arguably one of the best.
Ok. Time for review replies, at least the ones I didn't reply to via PM.
LonelyMoonAngel: I did reply to your via PM, but I don't know if you got it since your acct is so new and I don't know if you know how to check your private messages. Anyways, my messages are in your inbox, lol.
Puff: Thank you!
Krissy: Usa/Vegeta actual get together is coming… very VERY soon. 1-2 chapters. And I hope you found Goku sexy as hell in this chapter, I know I did. Whew, he's as hot as he is in this other thing I'm working on, but I can't seem to get it right so I can post it. Maybe later, lol. And I hope you're happy that our visitor was NOT Chibi-Usa… though… I'm considering bringing her into the picture MUCH later.
SeleneA: I know I replied to you via PM, but I hope you're happy that you abstained from asking me to give it away… :D Now you'll have to wait to find out WHOSE kid he is roflmao
Deva: I'm sure you took your nap before I posted. Hope you dreamed of a green-eyed Vegeta.
And I think that's everyone! I hope it is, and if I missed you, I'm sorry!